#dungeons&divas

[sirendroid]

Lily is a Banneret Fighter for the Vocaloid project Dungeons and Divas! I hope you like her!

[caemidraws]

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[undergroundwubwubmaster]

Doodles of my cleric of pleasure tiefling Precious.

[zombieforcefield]

I’m my heart of heart these guys are best friends

[sikyulioness]

✨"Illusions of Fate"✨

If all you want we can make this a chapter series ✨

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The world of hunters was a brutal place—one where survival depended on raw power, strategy, and sometimes, a little bit of luck. But there were few who knew power like you did. As the Monarch of Illusion, you held sway over reality itself, a being whose grace, elegance, and boundless confidence could make anyone’s head spin. You were the definition of perfection, and you knew it.

But perfection could be... boring. After all, when you had everything, what was left to do but to seek out the most interesting and dramatic things the world had to offer? That’s when you came across Sung Jinwoo.

He was nothing short of a legend in the making—a player who had climbed his way from the lowest ranks of the hunter world to an almost incomprehensible power. But, you couldn’t help but notice that despite his power, the poor man was terribly lacking in finesse, in style.

That’s where you came in.

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The night was still, a perfect evening for a bit of drama. Jinwoo was on a raid, as usual, leading his group through the dungeon with a focused and steely determination. He had no idea that he was about to face something much more challenging than mere monsters or enemies. No, you were far more complicated—and far more entertaining.

You appeared suddenly before them, stepping out from the shadows with a dramatic flair. The very air around you shifted, bending and twisting as if it couldn’t decide whether you were a goddess or a mirage. Your attire was nothing short of extravagant—flowing silks that shimmered in the faint light, delicate chains of starlight adorning your neck, and a regal, confident smile that made everything feel like a performance.

Jinwoo’s eyes snapped to you instantly. His sword was at the ready, and the atmosphere around him crackled with tension. But you didn’t flinch. Oh no, you reveled in his reaction, enjoying every second of it.

You tilted your head as you regarded him, your eyes gleaming with mischief. "Well, well, what do we have here?" you purred, your voice smooth as velvet. "Sung Jinwoo, the legendary Player. How adorable."

Jinwoo’s grip on his sword tightened as his eyes narrowed. "Who are you?" he demanded, trying to size you up, but you were always several steps ahead, a whirlwind of power wrapped in elegance.

You shrugged in an exaggerated fashion, almost as though you were bored by his lack of recognition. "Who am I? Darling, I am the Monarch of Illusion, the undisputed diva of the realm. But if you must call me something, you can call me Princess—it has a certain... charm, don’t you think?" You gave him a wink, your expression playful but undeniably confident.

Jinwoo’s brows furrowed in confusion, his stance still defensive. "Monarch of Illusion? What do you want from me?" he asked, clearly not sure what to make of the situation.

You stepped closer to him, the air around you shimmering with every movement. "What do I want? Oh, darling, it’s not about what I want—it's about what you need," you purred, voice low and sultry. "You, my dear Jinwoo, are an incredibly interesting man. You have power, strength, but you’re so... dull."

Jinwoo’s expression hardened. "I don’t have time for games."

You chuckled lightly, as though his words were nothing more than a passing breeze. "Oh, but darling, this isn’t a game. This is a performance." You twirled around him in a dramatic circle, as if the world itself was a stage and you were the leading lady. "And I’m here to make sure you play your part... perfectly."

Before Jinwoo could respond, you raised a hand, and suddenly the world around you both began to shift. The ground beneath your feet turned into a pristine, glossy stage, lights twinkling as though you had just stepped into a grand theater. Your illusions wove themselves around him like a dancer—graceful, fluid, and full of life.

Jinwoo tensed, sword still raised, but you didn’t give him a chance to act. You stepped forward with a fluid motion, just inches from him now. "Do you know how boring it is to see you hide all your power behind that stoic little face of yours?" you whispered, your breath warm against his ear. "You're strong, but you’re so... predictable. You’re playing a role that doesn’t suit you, Jinwoo. Don’t you ever want to shine? To truly take center stage?"

He stiffened at your words, but you could see the flicker of something—curiosity? Was it possible that you had finally caught his attention?

Before he could speak, you raised your other hand, and an illusionary wall of mirrors appeared, reflecting countless versions of you—each one as flawless as the last. You smirked as you looked at the confused Jinwoo, letting the multiple images swirl around him, creating a labyrinth of light and shadow.

"Let’s see how well you handle this little test of yours, shall we?" you teased, twirling once more, your voice like honey. "Show me what you’ve got, handsome. I’m dying to see if you can make this interesting."

Jinwoo’s gaze sharpened. He could feel the intensity building, the weight of your illusions pressing down on him. But instead of backing down, his eyes hardened with resolve. He would fight. He would win.

With a grunt, Jinwoo launched himself at the nearest reflection of you, his blade cutting through the air with deadly precision. But the illusion flickered, and it wasn’t you—it was another reflection, another image. You had anticipated his every move.

Laughing softly, you tilted your head and glided just out of reach. "Oh, darling, you’re so cute when you’re frustrated," you purred, your voice a mixture of mockery and admiration. "But you’ll have to do better than that to catch me."

Jinwoo’s frustration was growing, but he knew he had to focus. He closed his eyes for a moment, clearing his mind, and then—he struck. This time, he didn’t rely on just raw power. He focused on his instincts, on what he knew about you. And when he opened his eyes again, it was as if the illusions were clearer, the reflections weaker. He cut through them with ease, one after another, until finally, he found himself face to face with you.

You stood there, just beyond reach, watching him with that playful glint in your eye. "Oh, bravo, darling," you said, clapping lightly. "You’re not as hopeless as I thought. But don’t get too cocky. You still haven’t seen the best of me."

You winked, and in an instant, you were gone, replaced by an illusion that faded into nothing. The world around Jinwoo shifted again, returning to normal, but the feeling of your presence lingered, like the echo of a dream that he couldn’t quite shake.

When he finally spoke, his voice was quieter, but there was an edge to it. "I’m not interested in games," he said, though there was something different in his eyes. "But I won’t forget you."

You appeared before him one last time, your smile sharp and knowing. "Oh, sweetie," you purred, stepping close enough that he could feel the heat of your presence. "You’ll never forget me. But don’t worry, you’re so much more interesting than I thought. Keep it up, Jinwoo... and maybe we’ll see each other again soon."

Before he could say another word, you were gone again, leaving only the lingering memory of your touch, your words, and the taste of something dangerous in the air.

Jinwoo stood in the now empty arena, still reeling from the encounter. You, the Monarch of Illusion, had not only caught his attention—you had distracted him. And despite himself, he knew he’d be thinking about you long after this night ended.

You were a diva, a force of nature, and perhaps... just a little too captivating for him to ignore.

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The End

[phishcaek]

Animation asset for game I'm working on

[vam1mav]

✴ Whore. ✴

✴ Mother. ✴ Sister. ✴

✴ Slut. ✴

✴☽ I Am The, I Am The Divine Goddess Of The Smut. ☾✴

✴ Nurse. ✴

✴ Sinner. ✴ Virgin. ✴ Bitch. ✴

✴☽ I Am The, I Am The Vengeful Daughter Of The Witch. ☾✴

|| I FINISHED THE DRAWING, YAY :D ||

[sorrbet]

Just got to fully finish DunMeshi using physical volumes and all I can say is AGGAHGAGAGAHAHSIFNEBSIXUNDKSOSURNDOZISHDBRKDOSIDJDNNERIIRMGOVICJLROEWIBSBTBROFKFBJDOSIRBTBLFIDHSBSKFOFUSNEIFODKSBEIFKDBXISKBRUDIDJDHDHDHDHBD

Thank you for coming to my T.E.D talk, I love this manga and it’s one of the very few things that has gotten my through life this last year and a half.

[t0mfull3ry]

the winged lion ate biden’s desire to win the election 💔

[iconsortwithdemons83]

Donut has only two moods :

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[iamthewanderingbard]

Hey, everyone!

A good friend of mine has made a Forged in the Dark game with their wife, Dungeons and Divas!

They have a Kickstarter going so they can raise funds to pay their cover artist and cover printing costs.

I will share the link in a reblog, and it would mean so much to me and them if you could check it out, spread it around, and donate if you can!

Thank you all so much!

[sirendroid]

After a month hiatus, Dungeons and Divas is back! Here's Avanna as a wood elf ranger! (Hunter subclass)

[rosseliz01]

Artist:@toyayuchi

[faequeeniraxcel]

Recently, I finished a couple of dungeon roulettes where the Tanks kept running off from the party. And by that, I don't mean "doing the big pulls." That, I can handle easily. I mean blasting through the entire dungeon like you're Sonic the damn Hedgehog, with Sprint constantly active. No lie, as a Healer, this is my biggest pet peeve for multiple reasons.

I can't keep you alive if you keep sprinting out of my spell range, especially in mid-level dungeons where the enemies actually start to do damage, but I still don't have access to most of my spells.

If you run too far ahead, the enemies you targeted lose aggro. And guess who ends up taking aggro when there's no tank? That's right, the healer. And it's kind of hard to keep everyone else alive when I'm being pummeled by every enemy that exists between the previous boss and the next.

There are sprouts with us. Come on. Speedrunning through the dungeon isn't doing them any favors. In a dungeon like Cutter's Cry, it's easy for newer players to get lost if they're surrounded by enemies and can't see or get to the shifting sand spots.

I could easily add to this list, but... You get the point. Anyways, for my fellow Healer mains, I'm curious what your in-game pet peeves are, so... Feel free to comment/reblog with yours, I guess.

[zombieforcefield]

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[unbinilium120]

This needs to be a mod for morrowind, whenever you kill an essential NPC the game just screams "FUCK!".

In fact all games should have this as a mod, you kill a plot important NPC well now even the game is mad about it

this one actually made me laugh pretty hard im not gonna lie