#Divinity II

[perhaps-relax]

ifan is not enough to get thru the slog that is the divinity wiki

[hardcoregamer]

10 Best Co-Op RPGs

There's a general feeling that RPG adventures need to be a solitary experience to stand out from the crowd, and adding the ability to bring a friend alone only serves to dilute the experience. This can be the case in some situations, but it's not always the case, as some RPGs are much richer when you have a buddy alongside you to lend a blade in battle. So, to prove that point, we have created a list of the finest co-op RPG games in recent memory.

Check them out!

[ramenheim]

Divinity II has unique container window borders that match their type to give off this exact top-down vibe; even fishpiles + skeletons.

I get a lot of entertainment thinking about how containers are used in video games sometimes.

[adollt]

Finally Finished Dos 2, after seeing what they did with Bg3 I wish Divinity would get an addon with that level of writting but for gameplay I perfer Divinity 2 > Baulder gate 3. Finally Finished Dos 2, after seeing what they did with Bg3 I wish Divinity would get an addon with that level of writting but for gameplay I perfer Divinity 2 > Baulder gate 3. Im excited to play the game in multiplayer now

I was expecting to have to kill fane but in the end we were both happy, albiet a bit confused

It took me about 20 hours to beat, and there's many parts of the story that I did not do for next time. I can't wait to play with you again Divinity 2

[cellphishthekaiju]

Back to streaming with some more Divinity II: Ego Draconis!

[doyoulikethis-videogame-song]

Song: Quirky Bones Artist: Borislav Slavov From: Divinity II: Original Sin

Listen on Youtube:

[lowpolyanimals]

Seagull from Divinity: Original Sin II

[bemorch]

Portrait of Divine Victoria with Schmooples II

[bubblyernie]

I've been meaning to draw this for, I'm not even kidding, YEARS. Giving into my deepest demons, I've got an unhealthy obsession for Inferno and I just think it would be very in character and plot-relevant for Zag and Dante to just run into each other LOL

Ack, I forgor to tag all my hades mockups ^^; here's others if yall are curious: (...iliad/myth oc linked here) (linked here) (and here) (one more) (oops one more sorry)

art tag // commission info

[dragonroilz]

Another one. Have you come to regale my splendor?

Weshan.

AS FAR AS THE UES KNOWS, YOU'RE A HUMAN TO THEM.

Hello there. . . . Ah. You're asleep. You wouldn't mind if I took a few things, right?

[rookfeathers]

we are sorely missing any depictions of the black divine aequitas ii, and after reading this ashur/tarquin fic by @greygerbil i wanted to take a stab at drawing divine robes inspired by their description. so, here we go. is this the first fanart of ashur as the divine? if not i would like to see the other ones :^)

[komaniyaexpress]

— is this .. me?! .. ♪

sagau — they find a piece of artwork made by the creator; of .. them.

— featuring furina, wanderer, freminet, and neuvillette .. ♪

cw. none wc. 200-400 ea.

furina

it goes without saying .. furina is ecstatic. i mean.. why wouldn’t she be? she wouldn’t make this known, however, because “of course you’re going to wish to capture my enthralling beauty on paper — it’s only fair when faced with such divine radiance!” inside.. she’s a mess. her widened eyes flit over every tiny detail, every little stroke of the pen or paintbrush. “enthralling beauty”, she says, “divine radiance”, she says — but is she truly talking about herself or the way you interpreted her? never in all the centuries she’d been alive would she admit this, but she couldn’t help but feel as if you had made her look much more ethereal than she truly was. she does make it known that she likes it, though. when you turn away from her and murmur something about how you’re not the most proud of this particular piece, she scoffs indignantly. “what? how— ugh, how could you ever say such a thing? do you dare question my judgement?!” she leans back against the couch, hardly able to focus on the taste of the small pastry half-eaten in her hand. she’s incredibly grateful it’s only you two alone, because she has an entirely embarrassing blush upon her face as she chews.

wanderer

“.. seriously?” he kind of just.. glares at it. i’m sorry, but i don’t really know what you were expecting. depending on the kind of mood he’s in, he’ll either simply cast it aside without a second glance or attempt to mockingly chew you out over it. it doesn’t matter whether he actually likes it or not; he is not going to let you live it down. he’s not amused, but i can’t really imagine him actually getting upset about it either. he’ll scoff, maybe roll his eyes if he’s feeling generous enough, then go about his day without another thought to it. even with his nonchalant, near-annoyed demeanor over the whole thing, when you’ve left and he’s alone — he looks for it again and stares at it like he didn’t get to before. as his eyes travel the lines that form a quite accurate depiction of his visage — implying you spent a lot of time looking at him — he can’t help but wonder why, of all people, you chose him as your muse. he does.. appreciate the sentiment, though, even if he’ll never voice it. he catches himself before he spirals. it doesn’t matter, he reminds himself. with a huff, he sets it down again and crosses his arms, trying to ignore the fact it does indeed make him feel.

freminet

if you were expecting anything other than freminet being an absolute mess.. you’d be sorely mistaken. of course, he’s not upset at all. he’s just.. very, very embarrassed. he loves your art, he does. he doesn’t want you to misconstrue this, and makes sure you know it’s not your problem, but his own. make sure to reassure him. the moment he lays his eyes upon it, it’s evident; his eyes widen almost comically, and, suddenly, he has the surely inexplicable urge to run for his life. that wouldn’t be fair to you, though, so he bites it back and forces himself to stay put. the gears whir in his mind like he’s a piece of the machinery he holds so dear. he doesn’t know how to thank you — should he thank you? he doesn’t know what to say at all, more like. he clears his throat, unable to get any words out; his mouth goes dry and his heart practically beats out of his chest, all the while he’s looking just as frozen in time as your rendition of him. he lets out an audible sigh of relief when you reassure him that he doesn’t need to speak. he can’t handle you when you stare at him like this, and asks if you’d be okay with him putting on his diving helmet. once you’ve given him your permission — which you reiterate he doesn’t need — he quickly places it over his head, letting out a soft sigh of relief when you can no longer see his face. his gaze doesn’t leave the art, not for a moment. he stands still and stares at it, unable to tear his eyes away from the lines that, somehow, paints a clear picture of.. him. that you made. he still does not make any move to talk, and he’s very glad that you’re so understanding. eventually, he murmurs an apology, and through the lump in his throat, reassures you that (if there was ever any doubt), he likes it.

neuvillette

it was raining. it had been raining all day. naturally, this worried you, and your first thought was to check up on neuvillette. exhausted yet unchanging, neuvillette sifted through his paperwork without taking a single break to rest. however, all things must, and eventually, his tire overcame him — letting out a sigh, he placed his palm upon his forehead and leaned into it, his eyes fluttering closed. it took him a moment to open them again, but when he finally did.. after such a long day, eyes sore with the strain of reading fine print jammed together so thickly the pages looked more inky than ivory, the last thing he expected was to see was a piece of blank paper on his desk. curious, he picks it up and flips it over, assuming it to be more writing on the other side — only to be met with.. himself, staring right back at him. the neuvillette now is slightly slouched over, eyes drooping with the weight of an unrelenting week. he’s unable to see his true reflection — in a mirror or water, not a near-perfect version of him on paper — so he couldn’t really tell, but even so, he can’t help but feel as if this version of him must appear much more composed. he pushes the thought away, stares at the piece a bit closer, and he eases a bit. not only was it a splendid break to the monotony of monochromatic paperwork, it was made by you. it’s now that you walk into the room. in a split second, you realize what he’s holding. you blink. he smiles, gentle and soft. the rain stops pouring.

[charmallows]

...let's.

[dolledbambi]

what if paul mescal and pedro pascal just tussled it out on my bed

[durararossart]

Most Holy, Divine Aequitas II