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katriniac · 5 months

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IkeRev OC Bio

Meet Nate - the 3 of Hearts in the Red Army

Like many of the officers, the 3 of Hearts is an inherited rank. Unlike most of the Red Army, however, he doesn't come from a wealthy background. His family fell on hard times two generations ago. Now all his pay goes to support his widowed mother, who struggles to make ends meet.

Due to the unruly reputation of his hereditary rank, he gets all the "trouble makers" reassigned to his unit whether he likes it or not.

New recruits shake in their boots when lining up for training because they've all heard stories of Nate's "yakuza-like" aura and how merciless he can be, just like the rumored organized crime ring his grandfather had been the head of. Whether the tales of their gangster background are true or not, most give him a wide berth and try to stay on his good side.

Nate works his soldiers hard, and he works even harder on himself. He's constantly exercising, training, and lifting. He has never felt like he fit in at the Red Army, with all their noble lineage and displays of wealth. It makes sense that his closest friends would be Zero and Kyle. The Queen of Hearts considers his presence a blight on the noble rank, but most of the pressure on Nate's shoulders comes from himself. He just wants to keep his mom healthy and make her proud of him.

His favorite story about his grandfather, the previous 3 of Hearts, is how he became a master at unarmed combat. When the family was practically destitute, he decided to sell his saber. It had been one of the legendary weapons in the Red Army. The proceeds from the sale meant his daughter could get married and raise a family. “But that left his grandfather without a weapon,” argued the other officers. To which he replied, "No it doesn't. I've got these," raising his fists proudly. From that day onward, he devoted himself to every martial arts practice he could find. No one could even come close when it came to bare knuckle brawling like the 3 of Hearts. His methods were deemed uncouth and beneath an officer, but he never lost a fight.

Nate decided to keep up the tradition when he inherited the rank, partly because he didn't have the money to buy a sword, but also because he wanted to show those snooty rich brats that true strength isn't measured by who has the best weapons. He thought it a fitting tribute to his grandfather.

CHARACTER DETAILS:

Name: Nathaniel Stromm, 3 of Hearts

3 Descriptors: hard-working, protective, yakuza-like*

Nickname: Nate

Gender: Male

Race/Birthplace/Planet: Human, Cradle

Current Home: Cradle

Timeline/Era/Year: Ikemen Revolution game setting

Age: 29

Build: Muscular

Height: 6'

Hair: Dark Indigo Blue, short on the sides, longer on top. Slicked back while on duty, spiked up when off duty.

Eyes: Brown

Profession: Officer in the Red Army

Romantic Relationship History: one serious relationship at age 18-19, one-off dates every now and then but nothing serious.

Family: mother

Friends: Zero, Kyle

Enemy: Societal pressure? Unfair rumors? Poverty? Honestly, he doesn't have any people coming for him; people don't fuck around with Nate.

Education: high school, cadet training

Things They’ve Done: Has never let a new recruit flunk training

Goals They Have: Avoid bringing disgrace on his family. Doesn't really have any lofty ambitions; he's just living day to day.

What Motivates Them: providing for his mom and making her proud

Favorite Entertainment (music, books, pastimes, etc.) : running, boxing, soccer, football, hiking, swimming. Really likes autumn and watching the leaves fall in a strong breeze.

Favorite Food/Beverage: protein shakes (it's not that he thinks they are particularly delicious but he appreciates the efficiency and complete nutrition). Loves any of his mom's home-cooked meals.

Personality: quiet, intense, fair, non-judgmental, protective.

* Nate does not "act" tough; that's just the vibe he gives off unconsciously.

He doesn't realize that he has a fierce aura emanating from him when he's concentrating, competing, or giving instructions. His extreme energy output makes him seem angry when actually he's just intensely focused on the activity. The result of this is intimidating his soldiers into submission without even knowing he's doing it. He just thinks they're incredibly obedient and hard-working. He's totally oblivious to the fact that he has this effect on people.

The only people who can see what's happening are Kyle and Zero, and neither of them say anything because they assume Nate's method is intentional. But they are the only officers who understand he isn't scary or perpetually angry.

What Does He Fear: his mom feeling lonely or ostracized

What He Doesn't Know (yet) : his grandfather actually was involved with overseas mafia

Little-known fact: Nate and Lancelot share the same great-grandparents on their mother's side, the Quorays. Their grandpas (Solomon "Sal" and Andrew Quoray) were brothers, meaning their mothers (Julia and Nanette) were first cousins, making Nate and Lancelot second cousins. Nanette Quoray married a Kingsley and made both prestigious families very proud, while Julia Quoray married Mitch Stromm who was a nobody in her grandfather's eyes. But Julia's father liked the guy and all that mattered was that they loved one another. The Kingsleys were the line to the rank/office of the King of Hearts. The Quorays were the line to the rank/office of the 3 of Hearts. Both have noble blood, their lineage going several generations back to the founding of Cradle.

#ikerev oc: Nate Stromm #my oc #Nate Stromm #IkeRev #ikemen revolution #cradlesona #ikerev oc #oc: Nate #ikemen oc vacation #my OCs #oc talk

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fratboykate · 2 years

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How would the girls do at a wedding? How drunk would Kate get and how mad would yelena get or would Kate be on her best behavior and yelena wouldn't have to worry about her gfs dumb drunkness?

Don't ask me how I set out to write a quickie and ended up with a 3k thing but...here you go.....you get a glimpse of Kate and Alexei bromance, Kate being a force of gay evil, public sex...all of the best things lol.

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Yelena adjusts Kate's bowtie and smooths her lapel while Melina speaks as she stands in front of Alexei while also eyeing Kate.

"I will keep eye on you. Very close."

Yelena joins her mother in the scolding.

"Two drinks or two beers. All night. That's all you're getting."

"That seems hardly fair."

Kate huffs.

"No one else will have two drinks. Why do we get two drinks?"

Alexei joins Kate's protest.

"I doubt anyone else led the groom and groomsmen into a fully clothed lake swim at three in the morning at the last wedding they were at. You guys weren't even in the wedding party! TWO DRINKS."

Kate and Alexei turn their heads and look at each other.

"No. No looks. No schemes. No sneaky plans. Two drinks...I have to go." Yelena, a bridesmaid in her cousin's wedding party, grabs Kate's face and tilts it down so she can plant a quick peck on her lips. "I'm leaving you in charge. Keep an eye on him."

"I'll keep two...like the lame number of drinks you want me to have."

"Glad you remember the number."

Yelena gives her another quick kiss and exits. Melina - who is helping her sister plan the wedding - follows after.

Now alone, the Mayhem Twins look at each other and smile. Alexei reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a flask.

"EYYYYYYY!"

Kate immediately cheers up. Alexei takes a swig and passes it to Kate, who quickly gives it back. Alexei puts it away.

"I heard them talk. I came prepared. I put bottle in trunk and I can go fill again anytime."

"A fucking hero without a cape."

"I do not want to come to these things with no drinks. They are crazy."

"Right?!"

"But we have fun now."

Alexei pulls out the flasks again. He shakes it as if celebrating his seeming genius. They drink again for good measure, then high five before heading into the main event area.

---

Halfway through the reception.

Yelena and Melina watch Kate and Alexei get down on the dance floor. They're having A BLAST and everyone around them loves them. They're the life of the party.

"They seem to be taking it pretty well."

"Too well..."

Melina eyes them suspiciously.

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Half an hour later.

The entire night they've been taking separate trips to the car to refill the flask, but they're getting to the "Dumb" part of the night.

Knucklehead and Chucklehead sneak out of the ballroom together. They're standing by the trunk. Kate holds the flask and the little funnel while Alexei tips the near-empty vodka bottle into it.

"You two are unbelievable."

They turn to find Yelena and Melina staring at them. A frazzled Alexei spills everything that remained on the bottle on Kate. Kate is left holding an overflowing flask with a massive wet spot on her crotch.

"DUDE!"

"It is not what it looks like!"

Alexei attempts to defend himself.

"What is it then?"

Yelena lifts her eyebrow and asks.

"It is for friend."

"Oh, shut up Alexei."

Melina has had it with him. Yelena walks up to Kate - who has yet to move a muscle - and takes the flask from her hands.

"We didn't even do anything bad!"

"But we also asked you to specifically do something and you didn't do that either."

Yelena spills the flask on the floor.

"Honey!"

Alexei protests and Yelena rolls her eyes.

"Daddy, it's vodka. Why are you acting like it's water in the desert?"

"Potatoes died for that vodka!"

"Ты тоже умрешь за эту водку." ["You will die for that vodka too."]

Melina drags Alexei away as she chastises him in Russian. He looks to Kate for help and she just grimaces and eyes Yelena with a silent: "I got my own problems, dude."

Yelena sighs and eyes the massive wet spot on Kate's light blue pants.

"We can't go back inside with you like that." Yelena moves to shut her parent's trunk, grabs Kate's hand, and guides them into a walk around the Hall. "I'm always torn between loving the fact that you and my dad get along so well or hating it because you're a headache together."

"We were really good tonight. You can't say we weren't."

Yelena inhales and exhales deeply.

"By comparison...you were. That's not saying much."

"And I'm basically sober."

"I wouldn't go that far..."

"Like three quarters sober."

Yelena laughs. They reach the edge of the pond that's on the property. Yelena leans against the railing and the taller woman stands behind her. Kate wraps her arms around Yelena's waist and places a soft kiss on her neck.

"That's not the point. We made one specific request."

"It was a demand..." Yelena tilts her head back to look up and glower at Kate. "I hate weddings! You keep dragging me to them every other weekend! What am I supposed to do? Having drinks to make them even slightly bearable is literally all I have left."

"You could try and have fun?"

"Which part about this is fun? The ugly crying? The shitty food? The HORRIBLE dancing? The never-ending corny, sappy talk about love as if we don't know sixty percent of marriages end in divorce and these people are going to hate each other's guts and be fighting over who gets to keep the china Aunt Becky just gifted them in less than ten years?"

"Tell me how you really feel..."

"They're a joke. Only reason I come is because you always look really hot in your dresses and I get to take them off at the end of the night."

"Yeah?"

"Uhum."

There's a long pause.

"I want to get married one day. I want to have one of these...‘jokes’."

Kate hurries to correct herself.

"Totally! Hey...I know. But it'd be different with you...with us. I'd never fight you over silverware." Kate pauses. "I'm my mother's daughter. I'll just throw it in the fireplace, watch it melt, and tell you I have no idea where it went then gaslight you into thinking you took it when you moved out and are now trying to blame me for having it as a way of being an awful ex-wife."

Yelena cackles.

"Maybe you should've gone into creative writing instead of business, Kate Bishop."

"Oh no no no. The great silverware battle of 2014 is VERY REAL. Zero creative liberties taken. I shudder to even think how many attorney billable hours were spent on the dispute over fucking knives, spoons, and forks. To be fair, it apparently cost like eighty grand."

"EIGHTY THOUSAND DOLLARS IN FORKS AND KNIVES?!"

"I don't remember much and all I got was from overhearing all the screaming but it was actual silver and a full set for twenty four people or something like that."

"Our lives were very different."

"And I'm thankful for that every day." Kate kisses the side of Yelena's head. "I need your sanity in mine."

"Did she really melt them?"

Kate nods against Yelena's head.

"I saw her one night. I kept hearing this clinking sound so I walked out of my room and I found her throwing silverware into the fireplace while drinking. That wasn't even the craziest thing she did that night."

"What do you mean?"

"My dad collects baseball cards. I don't think he feels actual love for a lot of things but baseball is one of them. He's been collecting cards since he was a kid. He has a climate-controlled storage unit that's fire-resistant and has access codes and all this crazy security because he owns some really rare ones and some intense memorabilia. He keeps the cards in these special cases and sometimes he sends his assistants to the unit to get him certain cases and bring them home so he can look through them or find a specific card he wants. I guess he still had one of those boxes in our home safe for some reason. He must've forgotten it was there. My mom threw all those cards in the fireplace that night too. Turns out there was a Mickey Mantle rookie card in there that was worth like seven hundred and fifty grand. One of the rarest collector cards in the world. Took my dad decades to find. Plus some other rare ones worth about forty or fifty grand each. In total, I guess my mom's little rampage that night was worth about a million bucks. But it was more about how rare a lot of those things were. She must've called him when she was drunk to gloat about it because we were having breakfast the next morning and my dad showed up angry as I've ever seen him, pulled a gun on her, then broke down crying. I've seen my dad cry maybe twice in my life and that was one of them."

"Never divorce a Bishop woman. GOT IT!" Kate laughs. Yelena's arms land atop where Kate's are wrapped around her waist and she gently squeezes them. "But seriously, you shouldn't have had to see that."

"It's whatever. They still got back together one more time after that because they're both psychopaths." Kate laughs. "See why I hate weddings? I've had front row seats to how they end."

"But what if they don't end that way?

"Statistically unlikely. Sixty forty."

"It's more like fifty fifty. You're making it more bleak than it is."

"Those are still shit odds."

"I'd take those odds."

Yelena pushes back into Kate's body.

"Yeah. I would too." Kate burrows her face into Yelena's neck. "But only because you have the best ass I've ever seen."

"Only that reason?"

"Exclusively."

"I see."

"Speaking of ass...I can feel your crotch wet patch on mine."

Kate hangs her head back laughing.

"Sentence you'd never thought you'd speak did you?"

"Not particularly, no."

"You wanna know how you wouldn't be feeling a wet patch...?"

"No, I don't wanna know. Your genius solutions are always actually terrible ideas."

Kate unwraps her arms from around Yelena's waist, and in one single movement, she's hopped over the railing and is staring at her girlfriend from the other side.

"...no wet patch if you're completely wet. I clocked it when we got here earlier. It looks clean and not crazy deep."

"I'm not swimming in mysterious pond water in total darkness, Kate Bishop. That's how horror movies start."

Kate starts to take her clothes off.

"I don't hear any spooky music playing in the background, do you?"

Kate's pants fall down on the grass quickly followed by her boxers. She's now totally naked from the waist down and after dropping her jacket starts working on unbuttoning her shirt. Horrified, Yelena looks behind them. No one is around.

"KATE!"

"What? It's perfectly warm and breezy in all the right places."

"Put your clothes back on!"

Kate's shirt joins the pile on the floor, and quickly, her bra is sitting atop it. Yelena is still staring at her from the other side of the railing.

"KATHERINE!"

"You need a hand? It's really nice. I'd say it's probably in the mid eighties right now. Not bad."

"No I don't need a hand! PUT YOUR CLOTHES ON!"

Then a chorus of voices is heard approaching from the parking lot. Yelena looks down the dock and then towards Kate, who stands on the other side with her extended hands and a dumb smile on her face. The voices grow closer.

"Pull me over!" Kate laughs and kisses Yelena the moment she's on the other side of the railing. "Why are you staring at me?! Grab your shit! Move!"

Kate grabs her clothes and they run away from the railing and towards the dark side of the pond. When they get to a spot where they're sure the six people who now stand where they were just seconds ago can't see them, Yelena smacks Kate's naked shoulder.

"OWWWW!"

"You're an idiot. Put your clothes on and let's go back."

Kate pulls Yelena close.

"Come on..."

Kate kisses Yelena.

"No."

A kiss.

"You know you want to."

A kiss.

"I couldn't think of something I want less."

A kiss.

"I'll do laundry for a month."

"Kate...I wouldn't trust you with my laundry if you were the last person on earth."

"Anyone ever told you you hold grudges for too long? The Pink Thing was more than a year ago."

"I had to go out and buy all new underwear and whatever else was on that load. You're not coming near my clothes."

"I'll..........do dishes for a month?"

"You hate doing dishes."

"Exactly. And I'd do them for a month."

"Why are you so hell bent on getting me in that filthy water?"

"You don't know that it's filthy."

"You don't know that it's NOT not filthy."

"COME ON!" Yelena groans, drops her purse, and turns around to expose her zipper to Kate. Kate smiles and moves to undo it while kissing Yelena's exposed shoulder. "YESSSSSS."

"You are the worst influence."

"I'm the BEST influence." Yelena lets her dress fall and she starts to walk toward the pond with her bra and thong still on. "Are you really gonna let like $500 worth of Sarrieri underwear get all mucky in that pond?"

"You just said it wasn't dirty!"

"Not if you're naked..." Yelena glares at Kate. "Also who wants to walk around with wet underwear?"

Yelena trudges back to where her dress is bunched up. She undoes her bra and slips out of her thong. Now she's just as naked as Kate.

"You're the bane of my existence."

Kate grabs her hand and takes off running full speed towards the water, dragging Yelena behind her.

"KATE!" They splash into the water. "Shhhhhhh..."

Yelena tries to shush Kate while looking over at the group standing along the railing.

"They can't hear us."

"They're RIGHT THERE."

"We might as well give them a show then."

Kate pulls Yelena close and kisses her. Yelena wraps her arms around Kate's neck. After a while, she leans back.

"We're the white people who die in the opening scene of a horror movie."

"You know what those white people are also usually doing in those scenes, right?"

"I am NOT having sex in a random body of water. That is begging the universe for a UTI."

Kate wraps her legs around Yelena's floating body.

"If you're so sure we're dying, shouldn't we go out having the best time?"

Kate stares at Yelena and her smile slowly grows. She can see she's gradually breaking Yelena down.

"If we die tonight and end up in gay hell, know that you'll have so much more fun being tortured by the demons than sharing a room with me."

Yelena starts kissing her way down Kate's neck.

"Oooooooooh, are you going to be naughtier than a demon?!"

"Shut up, Kate Bishop."

Kate laughs.

"No more talking then."

"That's probably for the best."

Yelena's lips meets Kate's.

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Forty minutes later, they walk back to the parking lot, laughing, and hair dripping water. They reach the Belova car and Kate leans up against it.

"I'm going to tell them we're calling a car and heading out."

Yelena pecks Kate's lips and leaves the brunette - who is way more drenched and a lot less presentable than she is - behind.

About two minutes later Alexei comes out.

"I see Yelena at the table all wet! You went in water without me?!"

"You were stuck inside and I had to improvise to get myself out of trouble!"

"Traitor!"

"Not traitor! NOT traitor! You gotta do what you gotta do. It was that or I was probably looking at at least a week of sleeping by myself."

"JUDAS!"

"I didn't mean to!"

"Daddy!"

"Hi!"

Alexei turns to face Yelena.

"Hey."

Kate also awkwardly greets her girlfriend as if she hadn't seen her less than five minutes ago.

"We were only talking." Alexei wraps his arm around Kate and pats her wet back with an open palm really firmly. TOO FIRMLY. "You had fun, yes?"

"Yeah. It was great. We're heading out tho. I told mom I might try to see you guys before I get on the train back. I don't leave until six. I'll text you guys when we're up."

"That would be very nice. Good night baby." Alexei kisses Yelena's cheek. He turns to Kate and his demeanor changes from warm to cold in a blink. "Good night, Judas."

He glares at Kate and walks away.

"What was that about?"

"You're going to have to let me take him out on a bro date next weekend."

"Those never end well. For mom and me. You guys always have fun. We never do."

"Yeah, well...he's mad at me so you're gonna have to."

"Why is he mad?"

"Bro things."

"For my own sanity, I'm not going to ask."

"That's better..."

"Car's gonna be here in three minutes."

"Good."

Yelena squirms.

"I feel disgusting. I can't believe I let you talk me into gross sitting water."

"Didn't sound like you were having a bad time twenty minutes ago."

Kate wraps her arm around her waist and pulls her closer. Yelena pushes her away.

"You cloud my judgment. All the time...I need a shower."

"I'll shower with you. Save water, save the planet."

Yelena glares at her for a second but can't keep a straight face with the stupid face Kate is giving her.

"I don't know what to do with you."

Yelena keeps walking towards the front of the venue where the car will meet them. Kate chases.

"Love me until in all old and wrinkly and gross."

"You're already the last one."

"Rudeeee."

"...But I think I could see about the first two."

Yelena looks over her shoulder to smile and Kate. Right then the car pulls up and she steps into it. Kate jumps in behind her.

"So...about that joint shower..."

The car drives away.

#kyfbau #anonymous #answers #kyfbaup

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vxo · 1 year

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Still thinking about these ghost photos that showed up in my phone. Here they are and I'll explain in a moment

Seems pretty normal right? Before you just say they're just par for the course for Tumblr #weirdcore ...

This is the building I was standing in when I supposedly took them. I was near the corner towards the left of the photo.

Taken on a different day I was there, this is the inside of the hallway I was trying to photograph again:

But this day, there were three big differences: one, the voice of a young child imitating a dinosaur was filling these hallways. Two, I couldn't take any pictures on my phone in here, it'd just glitch out of the camera app and save only corrupted files with nothing beyond a jpeg header, if anything at all. Three, I instead got the photos I posted above.... and they're from a building thousands of miles away in Miami.

That's the interior of Arnold Hall in the Miami-Dade Fair Expo Center and it's shot from an impossible angle. There's nothing one could be standing on in that building to be able to view the hall from that angle. You'd have to either be up on a boom lift or just floating in mid air.

The curious arrangement of random shapes is kinda awesome, reminiscent of an old Taco Bell.

Here's a view, again, from another day, of the stairs at the far end of this funky hallway. This building was originally a school built in the 1920s and now serves as the Coloma Community Center in Sacramento. Running into the ghosts in here is.... not difficult.

I'm just surprised about those two photos they somehow threw in my phone from my hometown. How the heck?

So in case you're curious about the impossible angle, here's the floorplan of that Fair Expo center building. Blue circle indicates about where it looks like these were taken from. The purple area is where there actually is a mezzanine level present in one part of the building but it would have been in the wrong room for this. The Expo Cafe (wet breadiest chicken nuggets in all of Miami guaranteed!!) is that area off to the left marked Restaurant.

I downloaded the floorplan off the Fair Expo Center website and I'm amused to see they're still using my measurements for Arnold Hall - previously they didn't know the dimensions for their own freaking building! I went in there with masking tape and a giant Harbor Freight measuring tape to measure the place out to plan table layouts for the South Florida Tropical Hamboree. I hope they've confirmed these since, I don't 100% trust the Harbor Freight measuring tape, though it was supposedly correct according to its new owner I passed it along to... because uh, when else was I going to need that 200 foot monster?

#weirdcore #ghosts #haunted #fnord

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jaderimehardt · 2 months

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Printful Product Samples Pt1

Hello! o/

Today I bring to you the Printful Product Samples, Part 1, that I previously promised I'd write on my official wordpress blog. I'm basically copying over the exact post because social media being what it is- it's just good to have things on multiple platforms for visibility.

Trust me though, if you're interested in Printful products- this post will not disappoint 😊

Sizing!

At first, when it comes to ordering these products off of an Etsy shop who Partner's with Printful, it might be confusing what size to get because the sizing sheet they automatically provide is a little... well it's not like other sizing guides. Making it a bit of a guessing game.

They want you to grab a piece of clothing you already own, lay it out, measure it, and then half that measurement, use that size in the measuring chart to determine what to order. I don't even fully grasp this way of coming to a conclusive size because none of the numbers I was getting matched anything in the chart despite how straight forward that seems.

I went searching through the internet to find an alternative sizing guide for everything to basically come to the conclusion that whatever you typically wear- go with that. True to size (unisex clothing).

So, in my case, the safe sizes I usually wear are Small up top, and Medium on bottom. That's what I ordered and these sizes worked perfectly for me in Unisex items. When it comes to male/female specific clothes... 🤷🏻‍♀️. May have to refer to charts again and do some more internet searching.

Some people with Printful as their Partner have figured out the sizing and have made alternative sizing sheets to put in their shop. This is smart and I'll probably look into doing this into the future if I can find out where they've got this information. But until then I have the default sheets and I hope other people can make sense of it where I couldn't. (I do have a neuro disorder so 🤷🏻‍♀️ I'm just going to conveniently blame it on that, lol)

Quality!

I am so impressed with the quality of these items, that I am in awe. If I were comparing this to RedBubble, it'd be like comparing a 1-ply paper napkin (RedBubble) to a handstitched cloth napkin you typically find when you go out to dinner at a fancy steak house (Printful). The worlds are so far apart, it's crazy. You are most definitely getting what you are paying for and I'm not just saying this because Printful is now my partner.

If I were to buy another jacket with my Octopus designs on it again, I'd 100% go back to Printful for it, getting paid for it or not. In fact I bought all of these out of pocket, I'm not getting anything for this post (sans the items I paid for with my own money).

I did have to color correct most of these images because it's raining outside and the pictures I took downstairs were gloomy and offset by our yellow indoor lighting. And then when I brought the clothing upstairs, my room walls are super red-red and again, offset with yellow lighting. I tried to color-correct to the true-blue that everything truly is.

There are only like, three pictures I didn't touch, and you'll notice them. They're more on the teal side because my phone cannot pick up the true-blue, but the blue is gorgeous. I couldn't get the aquamarine-color in the octopuses arms to show much in these pics, but it is what it is 🫠

This is how they arrived, inside another thick plastic bag. I thought they'd be in a box but at the very least they were sealed in plastic (within more plastic) so they couldn't be penetrated or damaged by rain.

This is my Magus Adventurer Octopus Bomber Jacket - Unisex. Almost all clothing in my shop is going to be Unisex. That's a personal preference of clothing for myself and I feel it's more convenient to post items this way. It's also more equal/fair.

The fabric on this is lightweight, but the stitching is fantastic, as with all of the clothing pieces I got. If you're looking for something to keep you warm, this wouldn't be it, but this is a nice wind breaker and fashion statement.

These photos in particular (are the ones I didn't fix the colors on but the colors are not accurate none-the-less), but they're also very important to show because look at my designs. They're literally printed as the fabric. They're not printed on top of the fabric.

This is very important because that means over time they will not wash away over so many washes, and peel off. Thus extending the life of these pieces of clothing. 💝💙💓

Glowing Galaxy Octopus Legging. Leggings might be one of the few exceptions to my 'unisex' clothing thing, lol. I mean... if you want em, there's nothing holding you back. It just doesn't say 'unisex' in the description anywhere 🤷🏻‍♀️

I want leggings because, again, this a preference in my clothing style - something I wear often. I feel they're versatile, comfortable, have a long shelf life, and they're worth your money if you invest in them. They're also great if you live somewhere really hot and you don't always feel like wearing shorts (says the person who lives in Cali where it's almost always 80-110 degrees).

Again the quality is above what I expected and the stitching is amazing.

(You can see my TekuTiger Logo here 🥰. Fun fact: I'm trying to fit this into all of my clothing.)

Glowing Galaxy Octopus Wide-leg Pants. These are so baggy and the fabric has weight to it, I love them~ 💙

You can never go wrong with a good pair of baggy pants or PJ bottoms. Something like this is what I lounge around in all day when I'm staying in. I'm an introvert so that happens more often than the average person 😅

I know I've said it already but I cannot get over the quality of this fabric. Maybe I'm just not used to high quality fabric, but I've bought many things from Victoria's Secret, for example (yeah I'm one of those girls) and this even beats out VS.

No more VS for me, it's Printful all the way after this.

(My TekuTiger logo is hidden in the pocket on these pants)

This is the bomber jacket again. You can't see it in any of the pictures I've shown, but my TekuTiger Logo is on the bottom hip cuff on the inside.

I think it's cute how I have the option to add my own logo and it's totally hidden from view. If you ever forget my name or where you've gotten my stuff, you can just find my logo again by looking at the clothing article and search me up online again!

I only bought three things this time, but I would like to get more in the future. Most especially some stickers. I need to design more things too. My mind is going 100-thoughts per second, lol.

I'm just incredibly blown away 🤯. Why don't more people use Printful? Is it just lack of knowledge of their products? 🤔 Because these are amazing.

(Last but not least, My shop link: https://tekutiger.etsy.com)

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fallovcomdf · 1 year

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7 of 10; sorry, all spots have been filled and I can't accept any more requests! For @wexhappyxfew

I’m Shannon, my pronouns are she/her, I’m someone with brown hair and blue eyes, enthusiastic glasses wearer (I get a headache without them), kinda quiet/introverted but I’ve always been that way. I spend a fair portion of my time nowadays studying and doing school work, but my moments where I can get a break are either reading or writing (or sleeping to be frank)! I’m a huge ice coffee lover as well (it’s getting me to the holidays and the end of the smelter at this point). I’m a STEM major and I will say if anything, it is a very pioneering path currently for women still in that field (so I feel very connected the girl gang haha🤣). I also enjoy nature more than anything - hiking or camping, staying at a cabin in the summer or winter, being with my family and getting to get away from reality for a bit. It’s a breath of fresh air truly. I feel if I were involved in anything during the way it would’ve been something like the Nurses’ Corps, since I’ve always wanted to do something that would help people and during that time, I feel that is what would’ve allowed me to do that! OR, I would’ve ventured into something like the WAC because my dad used to be a Marine and I feel I could’ve done something like that!

National Service has a lot of funny ideas.

It's all voluntary, and they're supposed to place you where you can do the most good, but someone read about your work in the sciences at university and marked you down as good as measurements and plants - which, apparently, in this day and age, means the Timber Corps.

It's hard work, being taken seriously when everyone wants to call you a Lumber Jill - but Jack's off fighting, so they're just going to have to take what they get. But you do have a good head for numbers and figures, and pretty soon after they've worked out you're good for more than just driving a tractor, they've bumped you up to one of the most skilled jobs they have - the measuring and surveying, tallying up how many feet of timber a single stand of trees will yield.

Days are long, but quiet - you're often up before the sun, thermos flask jumping along in your bicycle basket to get out to the next wood or coppice. There's something magical about sitting in the dawn fog with your coffee in hand, listening to the birds and wondering when the last time this forest saw an axe was. Some of these stands date back to the time of the Conqueror - and isn't it funny how they're being cut now to save England from invasion again?

Once the coffee is done, out comes the clipboard and pencil - marking the trails in and out, noting which trees will be taken first, where the road for the trucks will be laid, how much cordage the plot will come to. And then it's time to cycle back to headquarters and lay out the plan for the coming weeks so the trucks can bring the whole working party out to begin the hard work of cutting out.

Today's workday is much like any other, the woods ringing with the sound of hand axes and the high, dull whine of crosscut saws at work when suddenly, out of nowhere, there's a shout, surprised and almost scared -

"Oy! Where do you think you're going? "

But they don't seem to hear her - a pack of Americans, obviously on a mission of some kind, stalking through your worksite as easy as kiss your hand, never minding at all that there's work being done here, and moreover Harriet's got a tree with nearly half a V ready to fall right into their path.

It's only taken four years of shouting over the sound of saws and axes to work your voice up to a point where it will carry - but when you let lose, no one will have a problem hearing. "WILL YOU ALL STOP."

The soldiers pull up short, clearly taken aback that anyone would talk to them like that, and that the person doing the talking is woman in glasses, with a green beret and breeches to boot.

You're not an intimidating person, to say the least, but something needs to be done. "Soldier, you are trespassing on a worksite of his Majesty's army."

"Ma'am, I'm sorry, but we have orders to -"

You don't even let him finish. You don't much care what the women behind you think, or the men behind him, either and the anger over the danger of this is quite enough to get past your usual method of being quiet. "I don't give a hang about your orders! This is the middle of an active worksite and I need every last one of you to clear off before one of these lands on your heads!"

Hilda gestures, helpfully, with the ax, to the tree she's almost ready to finish off, and they all get the picture, double timing out of the way with only a little bit of muttering.

"Idiots."

"You know, I think that's the first time I've heard you shout, miss," Hilda said with a grin.

It's a scarce week before you're back at the regional office and one of the girls in the front office says that there's a solider here to see you, eagle on his shoulder and some blue badge on his cap - one of those Americans from over at Aldbourne, the paratroops.

"I've had a word with our captain," he says, before you can even bother with introductions. Obviously he recognizes you. "And we've gotten a regional map of your worksites so the next maneuver won't disturb you at all. I've made sure everyone's committed the map to memory so we don't accidentally cut through. There's no sense getting injured before the big push."

He's got kind eyes, this man, and the calm, simple way he's said all of this takes a bit of the bluster out of your sails. How forthright - how direct! And you...have to give him credit for that, even if it is grudgingly. He's got a kind face, and a...a nice smile, and now that you've given him the once over he's rather attractive, for an American. "You're very thorough, Mr..."

"Sergeant, actually," he corrects, and there's no condescension in his voice, the way some men with rank have. Just a simple statement that that's how he's to be called. "Sergeant Lipton."

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More Slytherin Sirius please? I was reading your last Slytherin Sirius fic, and suddenly I had this thought: Sirius saying, "since when did we start dating? Last time I checked, we’re barely even friends," and James answering, "when was the last time you checked?” and making Sirius realize they've actually been doing things couple do because of course what else could these two do? Please and thank you!

"-and I mean," James was saying, "we've been dating for long enough that you'd think the novelty would have worn off, y'know?"

"We're dating?" Sirius asked, not really looking up from where he was doing his homework. James was supposedly doing the same, but so far all he'd managed was unpacking his books, parchment, quills, and ink; he's spent the rest of the time complaining about his various housemates. "Since when? No offense Jamie, but the last time I checked, we're barely even friends."

"Yeah, and when was the last time you checked?" James asked in return, not overly bothered by Sirius's question.

"It's been a while since I had to think about it since it's so obvious."

"Uh-huh. That's why we, as complete and total not-friends, are doing our homework together in the library."

Sirius started to nod, but he stopped and glared when it was clear that James wasn't agreeing with him. He expected-- read: hoped-- that James would stop there, but he kept giving examples.

"It's also why we walk to our classes together."

"We have the same classes," Sirius grumbled. Them having the same classes had been a calculated attempt to optimize the time they could annoy each other.

"Yeah, that's why we hold hands and sometimes duck into empty corridors to snog. It totally explains why we go on dates every single Friday and sometimes have inter-House parties just so there's an excuse for us to get drunk and hang off each other when we're in public. It also explains why you got me chocolates for my birthday and kept sending me letters last summer."

"You... wrote me first," he muttered petulantly. "We're rivals, that's all."

James rolled his eyes, but it was completely fond instead of annoyed. That alone should've been enough for Sirius to realise he was wrong, but he kind of didn't want to give in now. Sure he'd been dating someone for over a year and not noticed, but he couldn't just admit that without James getting to tease him over it for the rest of their lives. That was hardly the first Sirius had thought of their relationship as lasting years into the future, but this was the first time he'd realised what it meant. Merlin, he really was an idiot. But he wasn't going to tell James that much. He had his image to think about, after all. "We're dating, Sirius, just admit it." The way James said it was nonjudgmental, but Sirius already had it in his head that he wasn't going to give in.

"Nope. Nothing to admit because we aren't."

James chuckled, expression more fond than ever. "Okay. Whatever helps you through the day, I suppose."

"As much fun as this was," Sirius said drolly, "I have to go spend time with my actual friends. Maybe you'll be able to get that essay for McGonagall done without me distracting you." Sirius shoved everything haphazardly into his bag and ran away.

He didn't have friends. James knew that. Which meant that now he had to go bother Regulus for a couple hours. James would probably guess that, but this whole thing was a matter of perception anyways. As long as Sirius didn't admit that that's what he was doing, it was fine. This was about saving face and- and... pretty much nothing else. Whatever.

Unsurprisingly, Regulus was not happy to see him. Surprisingly, when he was trying to get rid of him so that he could focus on his coursework, he said, "Can't you go bother your boyfriend instead of me?"

Regulus had never called James his boyfriend before. He knew that for a fact, because otherwise he would've been having this entire crisis earlier. Also because if Regulus had told him, then he wouldn't be trying to pretend like they weren't to James's face right now. "Since when is he my boyfriend?"

"Isn't he?" Regulus asked, forehead scrunched as he looked over his book at him. "I thought I'd seen you holding hands last week."

Last week... right, when Sirius had done it as part of joke, but it had felt nice so he didn't let go as soon as he might have under normal circumstances. "You did."

"Then why are you asking me about when you got together? Which, I can't believe you didn't tell me. Not telling me when you started shagging is perfectly fine because I don't want to hear about that, but dating? I'm your only friend, and you didn't tell me. No wonder you're so grumpy all the time; you never gossip."

"You're not my only friend," Sirius lied. "You're just my best friend." And they gossiped together plenty. Most of it was family drama but still.

Regulus, who knew perfectly well that he was his brother's only friend, scoffed. "Right. Why don't you go bother some of your lesser friends so that your best friend doesn't fail his classes?"

"You're not going to fail anything, you dramatic little bugger."

"Go away," he said, hunching down so that all Sirius could see over the top of his book were a few strands of black hair.

Since Sirius didn't actually want him to have issues in his classes, he left, but not without ruffling Regulus's hair to piss him off. If Reg wasn't going to support him in this, then he should double down. Get James something really nice to say that he acknowledged they were together and he liked it.

"So not that I'm complaining," James started out, his words carefully chosen and his tone measured, "but is there a purpose to the entire garden that is now taking up my dormitory? Or the three necklaces? Or the twenty different boxes of chocolates?"

Sirius blinked. "Too much?" he guessed.

"A tad."

"Hmph." Sirius had only meant to get him like, two of those things, but he didn't want to get him the wrong gift. At first, he bought James yellow tulips because he'd heard James saw they were pretty before. Then he'd added on red roses because James was a romantic, and red roses equaled romance. Then he'd seen blue hyacinths and added them on, and with three different colors and none of them being certain, it had felt safer to do a full rainbow or varieties.

After all that confusion, he'd felt like he had to get him something else since none of the bouquets were guaranteed to be his favourite. The first necklace he'd chosen was red and gold, but it occurred to him that he didn't know if that was James's actual colour preference or if it was because he was in Gryffindor. Sirius added on a silver band in case he didn't like gold, then he did a necklace all in black because fuck it, if he didn't know what James would like, he was at least going to get him something that Sirius would like to see on him.

He was pretty sure that there weren't twenty boxes of chocolates. It should've been more like a dozen. Because he didn't know if James would like the flowers or any of the necklaces, but everyone liked chocolates. Unfortunately, he had no idea what James's favourite was for that either, so he'd snuck out to Honeydukes to place an order. Browsing the shelves did him no good, so he'd shoved a handful of galleons at the person behind the counter and asked for them to send as many to James's room as that money would buy, preferably in a variety of their most popular products.

"It's not a bad thing," James tried, but Sirius just glared at him. James cracked a smile, sitting down next to him. "What happened to denying that we're dating? I thought that was pretty entertaining for the whole minute that it lasted."

"Yeah, well when Regulus thought we were dating too, I figured I should give you something to let you know that I like that I'm dating you."

"One bouquet would've done that."

"I didn't know which kind were your favourites," he muttered petulantly.

"I like all flowers," he said immediately. "Anything they sell at a florist, I will like."

"Hmph," Sirius said again. "Which necklace did you like?"

"All of them."

Sirius had to wrestle down the urge to hit him with a Stinging Hex. "Which one did you like best?"

"Does it matter?"

"Yes."

James leaned over and kissed his cheek, then coaxed him into a real kiss. "I love them all. Fair warning, I'm sharing the chocolates with my dorm mates so they don't riot."

"Fine."

"Aw, do you not like me sharing your gifts?"

He didn't much care one way or the other, so he kissed James again. "Shut it."

Clearly, James took that as a yes to his question, because he grinned. "Aw, sweetheart, it's like-"

"Shut it," he said again, and this time he made the kiss long enough that James would have to put his brain back together if he wanted to tease him.

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On a train to the dentist I was sat opposite to two mothers, without really going into too much into detail about the mothers as beyond what you see on the exterior you really have no idea. One of them was white, the other a very beautiful reflection of modern Islam.

The moment that got me smiling was the 4-5 year old girl, maybe younger, who at some point got off her seat and started marching towards the train door and insisting on it with her finger with a deadly serious look on her face. They were apparently 2 stops early but thinking about it all got me giggling. She wasn't exactly grumpy either (or was she) as she played with her friend but thinking about it made me realise just how open kids really are, and it is us and the world who teach them to hate and all that other delightful stuff.

Both the mothers and kids knew each other from before, but it got me just thinking about the future and whats possible if many start giving eachother human respect they deserve. Surely its the least we can do to start overcoming dishonesty and the pain of those in countries less fortunate than ours. Those that realise they don't want certain people continue ruling over bits of this world, be it a bar or a country, in a way that would make anybody feel unsafe.

I know its wishful thinking, but..

The one that had me think further on how far we've all come and yet to go was when the other mother's child was hoping to get a cuddle by sticking his hands in the air and trying to climb on top of her. Initially I thought she was going to but then sat him down all sensible in the seat next to her, which could've happened for a million reasons, but its fun to wonder.

Finding out the truth about people is one thing, but preparing yourself for moments where you can really help the people that surround you the right way, no matter where they've come from or what they've done is something, is something completely different.

As time goes I'll continue speaking to people in what will be increasingly accessible spaces which can then focus on promotion to the world and getting incredibly inspiring music into Kyiv at such a pivotal moment in its history. For people who will try their hardest to speak their mind as honestly as it comes, and others around who will be able to support that honesty with their own, for hopes of a stronger world.

Full anonymity will have to be ensured in many moments (all the extra measures for those that need them) because I know there are many more people out there who will be speaking about things that much (probably) of the world would rather we don't.

Yesterday I finally returned to Stour Space after many months of distancing myself from it and everyone there (because I simply wasn't ready, will talk more about this later) in hopes of speaking to people I had found the last time I was there, and just to be heard by people who actually listen and already know where the world is headed.

The person I did end up speaking to came out of the blue and also happened to be the first person that I ever spoke to when I came to Stour Space, showed me around, and made me feel a kind of safe different to everywhere I had been before. There were other places in the past that you'd also hope to be that and in a lot of ways were that, but were simply organised by people a kind of dishonest with themselves that affected how honest they would be with you.

A fair bit of awkwardness ensued and head went racing. To think I nearly left at some point to come back tomorrow because that voice really was definitely trying, but ended up just calming down and writing finishing a witness statement by the canal and sunshine for about 2 hours. Was quite a ride but pulled through.

The one I wrote the day before was a much more personal statement about just what happened working at this bar, and why it shouldn't ever have happened in the first place. Personally a first for me but such situations aren't going to continue so I'm staying strong.

It all changes from this moment, and all those difficult situations before happened so that I could truly understand now why it is so important that I continue trusting my gut. After all those other people and places who dismissed me, many who simply would rather shun and shame instead of support, and for all those people who just aren't in a position to do it themselves.

I'm not gonna name any other names here or in the future but know that I've been all over London and even though it has been exhausting its the fact that in it was actually empowering me, little by little.

It got to a point where I was feeling strong enough to discover Stour Space about 6 months ago. I walked in and something only really possible with the idealising I'll never let go of. Even though it got me into all sorts of bad places before I never stopped believing it would get me to people and places the kind of good I've been daydreaming about for a very long time.

What I will be doing is posting both of the witness statements (exactly as they will be seen in court, if it comes to that) a little after I've spoken to the good people from See It From Her (link below) which isn't to say that I'll change my mind or what I wrote but I'm just not ready to share that here. There might be nobody reading now or for a while but it's what feels right and that's a feeling that when respected has gotten me further than I could've ever imagined.

Before writing them I knew that I'd want them to be public just because of how clear the harassment was (on top of many other things) how I felt about it, and I knowing that this situation needed me to be a kind of ready that I'm not letting overwhelm me. I know I might have to go to very serious lengths but See It From Her will be there to support me through the process when I feel ready to proceed.

It's the fact that this is something far bigger than me or this bar and I'm not letting them get away with breaking a law that is almost 9 years old now. It is a very good establishment with a lot of growth on the way, but first it has to first get with the times or people will eventually think twice about who is creating their experiences.

Sincerely believe they are a very good future of bars, only if they have as much passion for it (or money, haha) that will encourage them to do everything that needs to be done to make their bar(s) safe.

Thank you for getting this far, no matter how long it took. Whether you believe it now or not we're going to figure this all out together <3

https://www.seeitfromher.com

See It From Her + (SIFH+) is a project that supports women and those who feel oppressed because of their gender identity, to have a voice and be heard through photography and image.

SIFH+ is exclusively run by, and supports all women (trans, intersex and cis) non-binary, agender and gender variant people

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