#fan words

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Picked up a yarn project again today, immediately found a mistake, and it make me think about how some people complain about fan terms.

Like, the entire “Why do you think you’re so special you get to just make up words to mean things that have words already?”

Which is of course silly, ask anyone getting a Masters degree in any specialization and there’s a ton of field-specific terminology and phrases that mean something exceptionally specific to them but are confusing to others.

Me? I was giggling at the terms knitters and crocheters use, simply because we can.

Case in point? Frog and Tink, both verbs, both meaning something everyday but with specific meaning to people who know what they are.

“To Frog” is to yank on your yarn of a crochet or knit project and unravel however many stitches - you “rip it, rip it!!”

“To Tink” is a more controlled form of unraveling exclusive to knitting, which is literally knitting in reverse (k.n.i.t. -> t.i.n.k.).

“Well, why not just say rip it out or unravel?”

First of all, you tink and frog in different situations: tinking is safer but takes a ton of time and effort, while frogging runs the risk of ruining a work if you’re not careful but is the only practical way to undo multiple rows.

Secondly, these terms are fun! Going backwards in a project because you made a mistake is a pain no one actually wants to do, so croaking out “rip it, rip it!” while you watch an hour’s worth of work dissolve into a tangle of kinked yarn helps.

Thirdly, it’s a sign of community. You know someone has spent time in knitting or crocheting culture to have encountered these terms - a badge of honor, of having committed to a project enough to being willing to redo to that extent.

So have your slang. Have your fun little phrases that have nuance.

It’s literally English.

Unless you happen to think the terms “To hit someone” and “To hit on someone” mean the same thing.

Edit: Forgot to include this! A link to a page with instructions on how to best safely Frog and Tink, where I took those pictures.

How to Unknit – Tinking, Frogging and Safe Frogging

It might seem counterproductive, but we do occasionally need to unravel our knitting. The reason for that is simple – we unknit when we make

[lauritanaomystery]

Mystery Skulls: Laurel Inti.

Here I will put some points to the curiosities about Laurel!!!

Laurel is goddaughter of the Peppers. 

She never got lucky in the love in her Teentime.

Laurel and “Caccha” (Son of Duet) were in lovers in the past but because Laurel traveled to Tempo to study the university their relationship was severed. 

she is the first Aukasisa heiress and mestiza in Andean history, that is to say that her powers are of birth by a spell of her ancestor “Nina Yaguar”.

She is descended from the Andean culture Nina Nuna (Fire Spirit) for father and Spanish/Italian for mother.   

She is very shy with new people, has trouble making friends and hides that part with a smile always. 

Her powers of Aukasisa represent the Sun and possibly other elements. 

She is protected by Goddess Sisa (her cat in disguise) 

The Aukasisas cannot fall in love (a powerful rule for those who were elected), which makes it difficult for them to defend their current relationship with Lewis.    

Laurel is granddaughter of the God Amaru, because she is demigod among the blood and Nina Yaguar`s spell.

Laurel can communicate with the dead and bring them through her body, meaning that she is Medium.    

She has an aboriginal accent when she speaks, which is easy for her to adapt to many languages.

Laurel loves to dance folklore, she is an active dancer. 

Laurel's family, The Inti lives in Ecuador. they are represented by the colors Red and Sky, But Laurel represent the colors Black and Brown, because the two colors have the same meaning of the earth and life in the Andes.

She loves Lewis for simple reasons: his gaze and his sweetheart for the others. To Laurel he is the first boy to show him his sweetness despite the bitterness when no one even looks. 

She lives with pepper Family of Pepper Paradiso in Tempo. 

Sisa has been with the Inti Family for thousands of years.

Welp... It's all for now!!!

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prompt: http://chrobinprompts.tumblr.com/post/162642269251/robin-tries-to-teach-chrom-magic-given-chroms

“I want to try magic,” Chrom said one day. He caught Robin reading under his favorite tree. With clear blue skies and warm weather, Robin was guaranteed to be under this giant tree’s expansive shade.

Robin pulled from his book and stared for a moment before answering, “Very well. We’ll start with the basics. Why do you want to start using magic? You never seemed interested before.”

“I felt like it was time to see if I can or not. Lissa can, so why can’t I?”

Robin smiled and started digging in his bag. “Then let’s get started! I’ll get something set up.”

Chrom glanced between Robin and the bag in confusion. “Right here? Wouldn’t we want to go to the training grounds?”

“We have to see if you can even use magic first. You’re either born able to use magic or you’re not. Someone is more likely to use magic if their family can, but it’s not a guarantee.” Robin took out a notebook, a small ink well, and a steel dip pen. He ripped a page out, drew a spell circle, and handed the parchment over to Chrom. He said, “Here. Imagine a tiny flame appearing just above it.”

Chrom could only stare. “…That’s it?”

Robin nodded. “That’s it. The spellbooks and staves are just conduits. You don’t really need them to use magic, but they help with focus. Now try making a small fire.”

Chrom took a deep breath and closed his eyes. He imagined a tiny flame hovering just above the spell circle.

All he could hear were the birds in the tree.

After a moment, Robin added, “Try picturing its warmth and the sounds a fire makes. Really focus on that image.”

He scowled as he narrowed his focus to imagining the most realistic flame as possible. He imagined the fire crackling loudly, the soft warm radiating through the air, and the faint smell of smoke. As each second passed, he imagined each in more detail. Firewood popping and breaking off, the heat of the flames almost scorching his face, the smell of burning oak…

“…Chrom, the tree! CHROM, THE TREE!”

Chrom snapped his eyes wide and whirled around towards the tree. A raging fire spread up the tree’s branches and engulfed everything above them. Robin scribbled another spell circle and held up his notebook. The fire spiraled downward to the notebook–shrinking–pulling every spark and flame into the spell circle until not a single ember remained.

While panicked guards rushed towards them from a distance, Chrom and Robin gazed up at the tree. Half of its branches were completely charred and bare.

Finally, Robin said, “You did it! You can use magic! You just need a bit of practice. That’s all.”

“I… I think I’ll pass.”

“If that’s what you want…”

[chrobinprompts]

((It's been a long time, but I have done some Child Lucina AU writing 8D))

Morgan wasn't sure how exactly to describe Severa, or even if she should. Severa would kick her arse if she heard Morgan talk bad about her.

"I guess... you could say she's brave, strong, beautiful, and she has a lot of... passion I would say. She has the same red hair as you actually"

"Really? She sounds amazing, I hope I could meet her someday" Morgan smiled and nodded. "I hope so too"

Sumia butted in excitedly "Oh! Oh! Me next! Do I have a child as well? Boy or girl? What about the father?"

"Oh erm, Cynthia. Her name is Cyn-"

"Don't forget about me!" Lyssa caught wind of the discussion and seemed even more excited than Sumia. "I get to be a mother too right?!"

"I bet you do, probably get twins"

"Really?! That would be amazing"

"Right! Right! And-"

The three women were nearly talking over each other with all the enthusiasm of school children, but they cut short when they noticed Morgan wiping away tears.

"Morgan? What's wrong?"

"Sorry" she sniffed "I just can't remember the last time I had a chance to talk amongst friends. I was just remembering what little good times we enjoyed."

Lyssa inched over to her niece and hugged her.

"I'm sorry, we didn't mean to upset you"

Morgan managed a smile "It's fine, I'm just glad I can do this again. Being here, just talking like this makes me happy"

Lyssa squeezed her cheek against Morgan's "Good! Then tell me about my kids!"

They all laughed and giggled, a shift away from their sombreness earlier.

"Alright ladies, don't get too excited, we've still got a war to fight. Should get some sleep " Sully stood over them eyes fixed on them like a mother hen. "Aww" Lyssa gave the towering woman a pout.

"Oh, Aunt Sully, how about joining us instead?" Morgan grinned up to her cheekily, patting on the floor beside her.

The Paladin shrugged "No, I really don't care about what my future is. That future is too far away to worry about right now, so why bother talking about it, it'll just be a distraction. Besides, I might not even get married, you said so yourself a lot of this is different from your past, so who knows anymore"

Everyone seemed to return the same state of sombre as before

Sully gave another sigh and began walking away "We'll have plenty of time to talk after we win this war"

"Kjelle" Morgan muttered

Sully stopped in her tracks.

"That's the name of your daughter. Kjelle."

Sully smiled to herself before continuing towards her tent. Just a little further. That phrase repeated inside her head as Sully desperately dashed towards the clearing just ahead, blood still streaming from her wounds as they began dampening the bundle she clutched to her chest. Just a little further and she'll be clear from the forest. She could hear her pursuers getting closer as they crashed clumsily through the branches, their undead wails getting louder, thirsting for her blood. With these trees limiting her movement, there was no way Sully could beat so many Risen with her spear. And it was only a matter of time before she finally bleeds out from that stomach wound.

            When she finally reached the clearing she felt the familiar sting of a blade glancing her arm from behind. In one expert motion she spun round and thrust the spear into the overreaching Risen's skull, splitting the cap from the eyes up. The remaining Risen begin to lurch around her, a crude attempt at encirclement.

            Normally she would be able to fend off the four undead foes before her, but being so badly injured and carrying Kjelle in one arm lowered her chances of winning considerably. Stealing herself, she grips her spear under her arm and gives a quick thrust that struck the throat of the nearest Risen, killing it, before slamming the shaft into another Risen on the opposite side. As the second husk fell over, his two friends lurched forward swinging their weapons at her. She managed to dodge one swing and parry the other, skewering her foe in a follow up, before kicking the third Risen over. Although she quickly took care of the prone Risen with a quick heel stomp to the skull the previously staggered Risen had already made his swing at her. It was too late to dodge it. Her arm shot up to block it and she could feel the bite of the axe hitting bone as it sliced through her gauntlet. She managed to headbutt the Risen back, giving her enough room to impale her last opponent through the mouth. She fell to her knees, exhausted, and battered. Her blood streaming from her wounds, with no way to staunch the flow, Sully's final thoughts were of dying here and she would have failed the child in her arms.

"Gods! Are you alright?!"

Sully, now slipping in and out of consciousness, looked up and saw a lantern ahead of her, quickly getting closer to the tune of clanging metal. A soldier? Thank the Gods.

"Mother?! MOTHER!!!"

What? Who was mother? She managed to catch blurred glimpses of the armoured knight's shocked face, tears welling up in her eyes, as she mumbled

"It's really you... hold on I have a vulnary, please Gods, this can't be happening. I came back to stop this how is this-"

Sully didn't quite understand, but it seems the woman in front of her was Kjelle. Somehow she was all grown up. She survived to become a beautiful and strong young woman.

She looked down at the child in her arms and smiled one lat time

"Take... care of yourselves... I love you both..."

Kjelle's hands shook on hearing this, the potion's lip pressing against her mother's, too late to save her. The young knight wrapped her arms around her mother's head, crying as she begged the Gods to not take her away again. When she finally wiped the tears away she saw the child in her mother's arms. It was her. Fighting through waves of emotions she gently lifted her younger self up, but something was wrong, she was breathing but not responsive. She pressed her cheek against the child's forehead, and that was when she felt how high her temperature was. Kjelle began to tear up again, she had to get her past self back to the Feroxi village for treatment, which meant leaving her dead mother lying on the road.

She kissed her mother goodbye, promising to come back and lay her to rest.

[chrobinprompts]

A Realisation

When Gangrel came out to meet the Ylissian party, he had been expecting those Grima-damned Shepards, the leader of said band of idiot Prince Chrom, and Exalt Emmeryn (and possibly their little sister, what was her name again?) He had not been expecting Robin within this party. He hadn't seen his tactician (now, obviously, no longer his) in months, as she'd gone to find a certain elusive member of her inner circle who had a penchant for going on long trips to 'become stronger', for Grima's sake. But now she was here, with the Ylissians? The traitorous bitch would pay for that. But his thoughts on Robin ceased when he noticed a movement near Robin's cloak... And his knees nearly buckled at the sight. A tiny boy, barely three years old, had his fist gripped tightly around the fabric of Robin's cloak; the other thumb had been shoved into the boy's mouth. He had enormous mahogany brown eyes, the same size, colour and shape as Robin's, and (Gangrel stifled a gasp) he had Gangrel's untidy mop of dark red hair, and his cheekbones too. Gangrel had long since shoved his brief but passionate fling with Robin to the back of his mind, labelling it as a thoughtless mistake at the time, but it'd decided to come back and haunt him. Obviously. At that moment, Gangrel realised several things: A) shit shit shit B) he was a fucking idiot C) he was a reckless idiot D) the condom must have snapped or something and that was probably his fault E) he was now a father to the most beautiful little boy he'd ever seen and he could not be prouder F) Robin probably hated his guts right now G) Aversa. Must. NEVER. Know. About. This. And so when Aversa gestured to him to go to the front of the Pelagian party, to act out the part of villain that he knew all Ylissians (and probably Robin) thought of him as, Gangrel did something he never thought he'd do in his lifetime. He said a silent prayer. 'Grima, I beseech you. Keep my son safe, in place of my life. Please.' The god heard his words, and Gangrel accepted his fate.

[colormyflaws]

It certainly has already made me feel better about myself, and I haven't even ordered my own copy yet! It's really time to accept people for who they are... Whether super tiny and thin like a model or larger/fat/fluffy/thick/heavy/curvy .. Etc... You know I'm a "big girl" and I'm so sick of being looked at as "imperfect" ... I love my body, flaws and all!

Jen F talking about Color My Flaws Body Positive Adult Coloring Book

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(Child Lucina AU Severa encounter continued =P)

Little Severa bawled even louder at the strange woman’s aggressive tone of voice. Her older self, never having even spoken to a child, only got more frustrated. “Gawds! Would you be quiet?! You’re going to attract bears or something”. The child continued to wail despite Severa’s protests. “Geez! Calm down already! I mean it we’re-”. She finally noticed the bloody scrape on the child’s knee. Probably tripped and hurt herself, which isn’t helping with keeping the child calm. Severa gave an annoyed tut. “Ugh alright alright come here, let me have a look.” Severa knelt down slowly, but her younger self recoiled away from her. “OK. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to yell”, her tone betrays her level of sincerity. Reaching out tentatively she eventually managed to pat the young girl on the head.

“Alright see, I’m not going to hurt you”. It was the strangest feeling, talking to your younger self. Little Severa continued to sniffle, but her older self’s shift in tone did manage to calm her down somewhat. “I’ll just have a look at that  OK?” Gently she lifted the young girl’s leg and examined the scraped knee. The wound was relatively new, blood hasn’t completely clotted. She took out her water bottle and a towel and began cleaning the wound. Little Severa howled in protest when the cloth made contact

“Ouchie!! Ouch!!”.

“Look, I need to clean this or you’ll get ill. Do you want to get ill?”. Her younger self shook her head. “Good, then stay still and be quiet”. The girl still protested although now she was almost whispering the word “Ouchie”. Once she was sure the wound was clean, Severa took out some herbs and placed them into a fresh set of bandages and tie them around the girl’s wound. “So…what’s your name?” Even though she was a spitting image of her she wanted to be sure.

“Sevvy”.

There’s definitely no doubt anymore. This girl was her. Which raises the question of when she was. “Sevvy, what are you doing here all alone?”. The young girl fidgeted with her hands uncomfortably. “Well?” Severa was getting impatient again.

“Mommy said not talk to strangers”. Her eyebrows furrowed and she let out a short grumble of irritation. Damn that woman, always seems to end up causing her some trouble or another. “Alright my name is Selena. Now that we know each other we’re not strangers anymore, right?” Severa looked at “Selena” and thought about her logic for a moment before nodding at her new friend’s sound reasoning. On the one hand Severa was happy her younger self trusts her now, on the other hand she’s annoyed that little Severa would be so easily manipulated.

“So why are you out here on your own?”

The young girl sniffed “I’m looking for mommy”.

“Selena’s” eyes widened, and her mouth fell open. That statement hit a little close to home. All those horrid memories of being torn away from her mother bubbled back to the surface. “I want to see mommy”. The smaller Severa started to cry, but “Selena” interrupted her with a gentle pat on the head.

“Don’t cry, we’ll go look for her together. In fact…” she smiled. “I’m looking for my mommy too. So let’s go look for our mommy together ok?” Little Severa nodded “OK”. “Selena” smiled  a bit more and offered herself a hug. She didn’t know why she was being honest and open to the young girl, but the moment they hugged, “Selena” fought back a sudden wave of emotion.

“Mom”