A Drifting Butterfly

Personal blog! I reblog pretty much anything I find interesting. Sometimes I post art.

[neenarchive]

me: you literally have a disorder. this is symptoms

me: no perhaps my soul is rotten

[montaigness]

the love i have for him…. unparalleled. he is my wife

[loquaciousquark]

Not ready to let go yet.

inspired by [x].

[asphodelles]

more veilguard doodling

[thesanityclause]

I love how much my lord of fortune Rook stands out whenever she's kicking it in Treviso.

[pepegle]

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∞

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[vinyl-snake]

unfinished fenris painting bc i missed him

[thecopperkidd]

Merry Christmas from Sera, Dagna and all the poor Inquisition agents… also BEES!!! This is my secret santa for @pppjosephine. Happy Holidays to you!

[sarakipin]

My 2024 Summary of Art! I can't believe it's been a full decade since I first started doing these. I wasn't able to make a lot of personal work this year, but I do notice the polish on my illustrations improving; especially since October. Here's to 2025! ✨💕

[trashwarden]

Had a pleasure to host Dragon Age Secret Santa event for friends and I got to draw Fenris chilling with Hawke’s Mabari for margawart (on twitter)! 

Merry Christmas!! 

little bonus

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[lullambii]

My Inquisitor - Ofelia - didn’t cope well with Solas’s departure. She sought solace in her closest friends, Dorian and Cole, who did everything they could to support her through this difficult time. Yet, despite their efforts, even the finest wine could not heal the shattered heart that Solas had left behind in Skyhold.

[lullambii]

POV: You’re in the abandoned mansion in Hightown when this broody elf, who’s been dancing alone, suddenly catches you. What are your last wishes?

[schnetzlarchive]

they’re in love

[kisu-no-hi]

“When I finally brought my brother through, he seemed to lack the capacity to square his own reality with this one. I suspected such a thing would happen, yet had no means to accommodate his distress. His behavior was that of the feebleminded. He hemorrhaged nearly continuously from his nose. Naturally, I was able to transfuse him from my own veins and thus avoid catastrophe. In the end, it was music that proved therapeutic and grounded his thoughts. A middle C vibrates at 262 Hz, no matter what the universe.”

- Rosalind Lutece; October the 10th, 1893

[theesteppenwolf]

Cole in the Graves

Another banter comic I made that i really like featuring ma boys.