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As a creative and artistic young lady, and a prospective fashion designer, Marinette has frequently displayed her talents, and had her skills recognized several times throughout the show. Most of these are in the forms of fashion related wear, but Marinette also has a knack for illustration and handcrafting in a variety of styles and materials. This is a portfolio of items that she has designed.

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Guitars I Want Part 2 - as requested! 

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From Top to Bottom:
- PRS Custom 24 (preferably in Emerald green, but hey, I’d be happy with any Custom 24)
- Fender Jaguar
- EVH Wolfgang
- Teye (any Teye would do, they’re all phenomenally stunning)  
- James Trussart Dragon 
- Fano Alt De Facto JM6 
- Carillion Enigma Nebula Burst (just, look) 
- Gibson ES-335 Olive Drab Green (like Chris Cornell’s signature, but not necessarily Chris Cornell’s signature, y’know) 
- Knaggs Chena T1 Quilt Top Winter Solstice 
- ESP Horizon FR 


Wish I could say this is my quilt. My customer made the top. Well constructed. Great colors and fabrics. Easy to load and quilt. Plenty of extra batting and backing. Good customer! #longarm #quilting #quilt #fabric #sewing #fabulous #fun #excitement #doyouthinkimhexy #imhexyandiknowit (at The Amateur Quilter)

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anonymous asked:

Akashi as a father, pretty please? Thanks, and great job on the blog 😘

Omg YES! Thank you so much~ ^_^ Please keep on supporting me! Also, since ‘Akashi as a father’ is quite a vast topic, I’ve only managed to write the pre-father phase this time. If you want more, or if want his reaction as a father to a specific even of his child’s life, please do tell me through a request! 

Also, I’m very sorry for being so inactive for the past two days. T^T Work has been treacherous for me. Please bear with me for a few days until my workload lightens. Thank you very much for all the love and support~ 

When Akashi found out you were pregnant, his first instinct was worry. Will I be a good father? He thought immediately. His own father was, in some ways, the absolute parent; the perfect herder for a child brought up in an all-excellency environment. But in doing so he had stamped out - or at least, inhibited - a lot of necessary human emotions out of his son, and ultimately had left him deprived of a lot of experiences. Akashi did not want his son to have as harsh a childhood as he did.

He kept his anxious musings hidden from you throughout most of your pregnancy, feeling as if you had enough on your plate without his problems mounting on the pile. He always treated you with gentle care, making sure that no harm came your way. If you felt even slightly sick, he would call up the best specialist in the country just to make sure you were okay. “I will not let anything or anybody harm you.” He would tell you firmly.

This insistence was sweet and endearing, even romantic, at first, but then matters started getting out of hand. Four months into the pregnancy, you caught a slight cold. Akashi immediately forced you into bedrest until you were completely better, and buried you under ten different custom-made quilts. A week later you nicked your index finger with a knife while you were preparing a snack, and he berated you for hours about being careless, going so far as to hire a personal chef purely to prepare your snacks for you. You went by with all of this patiently, but when he started talking about expensively padding the bathroom floor just in case you slipped and fell, you had to put your foot down. You gently convinced him to stop overthinking and tried to get him to relax. You even slyly suggested that Akashi himself should come monitor your showers if he was so worried about you slipping and falling (This was probably a bad idea, because he did do exactly that. Not that you minded, of course; showers with Akashi were always far from unenenjoyable).

But it wasn’t about seven months into your pregnancy that he woke you up late one night, voice filled with anxiety.

”[], do you believe that I have the capacity to be a good father?”

Your eyes fluttered open when he said this, to meet red and yellow depths that shimmered unnaturally with worry. You did not miss a beat as you reassured him that he would be perfect.

“The fact that you are worrying now means that you care. And if you care about something, I know you’ll be able to make it happen your way.”

Then he said something so unlike Akashi that it left you stunned and speechless for a moment. “But what if my way is the incorrect way?”

The anxiety in his eyes broke your heart. “I can’t believe that your way would be incorrect.” You state firmly, slipping your hand into his and giving it a soft squeeze, “You’ll be perfect. I’m sure of it.”

He remained silent for a few seconds before moving closer to you in order to caress your now swollen belly with one hand.

“I love you, flower.” He said, his eyes trained on your round stomach. You laughed lightly and kissed him softly on the forehead before asking him why he had assumed the baby was a girl. His eyes lifted to yours before he smiled and told you that he had been talking about you.

His hands were gentle on your bloated skin. “This,” he caressed your tummy, “is my precious jewel. And you,” he connected your lips briefly, “are my beloved empress. Forever and always.”

Akashi was slightly reassured, but all throughout the remainder of the pregnancy, he still harbored his worry of not being able to be a good father. But when the time came for delivery, he found himself so neurotic with worry about something else that he might have snapped a few times unnecessarily at Tetsuya and the others, who had come to give him some moral support. What if something went wrong? What if they lost the baby? What if it had all been just a delusion? His friends were patient and understanding with him, and later he did apologize for being harsh with them, but he couldn’t help it. You and the baby were what mattered most to him, and he was not going to be able to live with himself if something bad happened.

When the doctors called for him and he finally stepped into the room with a racing heart and unusually shaky footsteps, he thought he might explode from the anticipation. But when he walked up to your exhausted but gratefully smiling form and gently retrieved the squirming bundle from your arms, all his worries flew out the window. The world seemed to stop as he finally held his child in his arms. At that surreal, overwhelming moment, there was nothing, nothing, that mattered to him besides you, and the red-faced bundle in his arms.

Everything was going to be alright. He was sure of it.


This is why I’ve been so absent for so long! We had to draw aaaall the art for a whoooole 36 card deck, and then Wasa quilted the board and sewed the book-bags, and we had to cut out all of the cards….

The characters are all OCs of myself and Wasa and our FC mates, and I have all of THAT art to post as well! All told, I drew 17 portraits and Wasa drew 19, as well as doing all the clothcraft and cutting.


/ 08 NOV 2016

Therese Martin

Therese Martin Reflects on Life of Faith and Government Oppression

by Darren Thompson

STANDING ROCK – On Sunday, November 6 the Standing Rock community gathered for food, song, gifts, speeches and prayer to give Therese a party a lifetime in the making. Therese Martin is the Standing Rock Sioux Tribe’s oldest living member and celebrated 100 years of life on November 3, 2016.

A life-long Lakota woman of faith received good words, countless cards and gifts, a custom hand-sewn Star quilt from the Sitting Bull College, stirring speeches by many people of various walks of life, songs presented in the Lakota language, a performance by a Native American flute player, and even a birthday commemoration from His Holiness Pope Francis.

She has lived through every foreign war the United States has participated in, the Great Depression and more than 15 Presidents. She has witnessed some of this country’s most historical pieces of legislation including the Indian Citizenship Act of 1924 and the American Indian Religious Freedom Act of 1978.

Although born in the United States, it wasn’t until she was 16 that she was considered a citizen. And it wasn’t until she was 60 that she was able to legally witness the ceremonies and hear the language of her people.

“When I realize I am still here at 100 years old, I think to myself: this must be a mistake!” laughed Therese Martin. “They must have recorded it wrong.”

Experiencing a lifetime of suppression of language and culture, she expressed multiple times that one of her life’s greatest experiences was to teach her own people about the Lakota language and culture. When Sinte Gleska University first opened its doors on the Rosebud Indian Reservation in South Dakota, she attended as an undergraduate student in the 1970’s to relearn her language so she could teach the next generation.

“She was one of the very few role models in Indian education and it was through her work that inspired much of this community,” said Sitting Bull College President Dr. Laurel Vermillion. “She is one of the kindest women you could ever meet and was one of the first Lakota language teachers.”

“She is one of our community’s greatest treasures,” added Dr. Vermillion.

Born and raised in a community on the Standing Rock Indian Reservation known as Mad Bear Camp, her childhood home is now 40 feet under Lake Oahe, the man-made reservoir created by the Army Corps of Engineers in the late 1950’s. With the building of the Dakota Access Pipeline encroaching just north of the reservation, it is not Therese’s first encounter with the Army Corps of Engineers and the Federal Government’s attempt to interrupt her people’s way of life.

A product of government boarding schools, Therese gave an emotional speech that will live on for generations among her people and community. She expressed her gratitude, humor and her life’s most memorable experiences.

“Some of the happiest moments of my life were when I was a teacher, being able to speak and share our language once again,” shared Therese. “But since I can remember our people have been under the thumb of the government.”

“She used her knowledge to teach the next generation to learn about her people’s ways,” continued Father Basil of St. Peter’s Catholic Church in Ft. Yates, ND. “There isn’t a single person in this community that can’t learn from the life of Therese.”

No doubt a Lakota woman of great generosity, kindness, love and faith, Therese shared her life’s journey on faith: “There is a heaven for all of us and I’m looking forward to that. I feel I can pray better in my own language. It seems like God understands more and I talk to him like I’m talking to a friend and it seems like he hears me. He has kept me well all these years. I want to stay healthy so I can pray to the Creator, to be good to people—I love all people.”

“I love everyone who has come here to help us in Standing Rock,” continued Therese. “To see our people standing up for our rights, makes me so proud. When I read about those in camps, I hope they fight to the bitter end.”

She closed: “We are still under the Government’s thumb and it is time to save what little we have left.”

You can wish Therese Martin a wonderful life by sending gratitude, cards, and gifts to PO Box 439, Ft. Yates, ND 58538.