drift clothing

Part one of commissions for abucketofprotons, who asked for sleepy time with Rodimus, Minimus Ambus and Drift. I hope you like it, this was a fun commission! I think I’ll make this one available as a print too.

Store Announcement:

There are several questions that asks me about where to buy my goods, like mugs and clothes and etc. So I’ll answer it here and besides that, I also have new plans to do on clothing design project.

I plan not to stick much in society6 for business purposes, I only earn a very small amount of profits from every buyer who bought it. 

I intend to hold the clothing designs on my own. I’ve found a company that prints clothes in full, not only prints in limit sizes. I wanted to started to design TF in full design clothes! Like mass designs of chibi Lost Light crews around the shirt and more..! 

But there is only one problem the left me, the company that prints clothes were located in America, and it will costs a lot for me to deliver it to my place. So bear with me in prices now… (Instead if someone is willing to be my middleman for my business who lives in America, I can make the clothing price more cheaper. You can message me if wanted.)

I also have more different goods to create soon to sell too! Stay tuned-!!

Society6 store

Here’s my store where my goodies like mugs and cute clothes where! Enjoy!!

A Dream of Steel and Flame

The Inn was dark, it’s patrons having turned in for the night. Frederick himself laid upon his bed, bare of clothing and drifting steadily off to the dreamscape.

He found himself falling through shadows, before landing on his back on a floating platform, flat on his back. “Fuckin’ hell…” He rubbed his back, looking around the eerily familiar scenery. He looked down at himself, and found he was wearing his old gear. Even his sword was shiny and new. He grimaced, before narrowing his eyes and drawing his blade, striking behind him at a presence he felt!

The blade was blocked by another, matching sword. The man holding the blade wore similar garb to his own, save for his covered face. “It’s been some time since you came to the Pinnacle, Frederick.”

Pulling back his sword, Frederick sneered, “Moriarty. Why have you summoned me here? I’m not with the Order anymore.” The man snickered at that, “The council believes otherwise. You left your position without proper recourse, Frederick. That’s a punishable offense. But, if you’re willing to come back to us, the council will overlook this spat.”

Frederick pointed his sword at Moriarty, “And if I don’t?” The man shrugged, “You’ll be brought to bare, and made to serve once more. You still carry the Mark.” He laid a hand on his chest, and Frederick would feel a burning on his own. The familiar heat in his flesh returning and he grit his teeth.

“You can’t pretend to be something you’re not, Frederick. You’re one of the Order’s children. Not some homely man who plays friends with nobles. You’re a slayer of fiends. Or need I remind you?” The scenery changed, Frederick, a younger man, now standing in his former home in Gilneas. At his feet laid three dead Worgen, one female, and two males. Growling, Frederick shook his head, “Enough! You leave me the hell alone, Moriarty! That’s not my life anymore!”

The masked man’s voice chuckled in his head, “Oh Frederick. This will always be your life.” The words echoed through his head, and everything faded to black. Waking with a start, he felt the burning on his chest, and removed the blanket upon him to state at the Mark of the Order, glowing red hot, as if freshly branded.

Standing from the bed, he quickly got dressed and headed out. He needed an ally in this, and a strong one. Following the road through Arathi, he came upon a crossroads. On one indicated direction, was a Castle Greystone, with a note tacked onto it. How curious.

Taking the letter, he read over it and smiled widely. It seemed fate was in his favor once again. It was time to visit an old friend.

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@thatdiabolicalfeminist replied to your post: @mgellan replied to your photo : …

i’m always amazed at how ORGANIZED it is, my place never looks that tidy!!

Omg sweetie no that is absolutely a lie of omission I promise you it never looks like that daily XD. The trick is I just only take photos of it when it’s cleaned up! haha.

I mean I don’t touch the things on the shelves too much (you should see the dust…) but I promise it’s usually covered in drifts and piles of clothes, and stays that way for months at a time since I only go in there to get dressed. The only reason it ever gets picked up at all is because of people coming to visit and wanting to see it >////<;; I promise I am a terrible housekeeper (putting things away just to take them back out again seems illogical and spoon-wasting to me? XD).

Though of course now I’m sleeping in there again I guess I’m going to have to learn to clean a little better! XD Don’t want any half-asleep tripping hazards.