#SPR

[superpaperrobloxhcs]

Dusekkar and 1x1x1x1 are mainstream… but at what cost.

[samythecoolkid]

dusekkar spr or forsaken or roblox whatever you want it to be

was this drawn very fast ? yes yes of course yes

[southernbelllle]

And He Was Haunted

Richard Reiben x Reader

Prompt: The war comes back to Reiben in many different ways, and it's up to you to help him cope.

Word Count: 2.6k

AN: I promise I will write for Platoon again soon lol. I just have to figure out how to finally tune my interpretation of Barnes into someone I can write something "sweet" about lol.

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The train ride back to Brooklyn was long and bumpy. Arduous, Richard Reiben sat in front of a lady dressed from head to toe in an emerald, green dress and fur coat. The jewels that hung from her neck were gaudy and chunky. They didn’t shine, they just sat.

“Soldier boy,” she spoke, voice coated in sugar. “Am I to assume you’re heading home?”

Reiben simply looked at her completely devoid of emotion. He spoke not a word, simply looking at the older lady. He could see right through such an individual. He could even before the hellish torment that was his time overseas.

He continued to ignore her, unwilling to engage with the absurdity of the common civilian. He had seen enough; he no longer had the energy to devote himself to the pointless. He doubted if he ever did.

“You’re a quiet one, aren’t you?” She asked with a sly smile. “Must’ve had the breath taken from you on your travels.”

“Bitch, you ain’t got a fucking clue.” He thought to himself. His body rocked with every chug of the train. He averted his tired eyes from the woman to the window that he had sat himself beside.

“The strong and silent type I see…” she lowered her eyes at him like a cougar on the prowl. He could sense her growing need to pull him into her grasp. He wanted no part in it.

“Strong yeah but far from quiet.” He stated bluntly. An annoyed smile that faked congeniality spread across his lips. Like a dog showing its teeth, but not posing a threat. Not yet at least.

“Oh…is there a way I could test that theory?” The woman flirted.

“Fuck yeah there is.” He was growing more and more annoyed as the time on the train dwindled. The combined screeching of the tracks against the wheels combined with the lady’s redundant question asking made him wonder if making it out alive was really worth.

But then he remembered you.

And suddenly, he found the will.

A thin brunette boy who worked on the train’s service crew was walking down the aisle when suddenly, he felt an arm stiff at his side.

“Hey kid.” Reiben said. “What’s a poor bastard gotta do to get a scotch around here.”

“I’m sorry sir, no alcohol after 8 O’clock.’ The boy answered cooly. His voice was quiet like a kitten’s whisper. Barely audible over the chatter of the train.

“Mother fucker….” Reiben muttered under his breath. He brought a hand to wipe the sweat that hung from his brow.

“What- What can I get?”  He asked with annoyed desperation. “I need something to get me through this God forsaken train ride.”

“At this hour we are offering water, tea, coffee, or juice.” The boy counted the options on his fingers. A damply wet towel hung from his forearm. Reiben noticed the tiny ghost of a mustache and the thin pencil like straightness of his eyebrows. He reminded him of someone, someone he couldn’t quite put his finger on.

“Uh,” He glanced down toward his toes, eyebrows knit firmly together. His fingers running through his hair in frustration. “Can I get a- a coffee?”

“Of course.” The man nodded. “It’ll be right out.”

Reiben’s head fell into his hands. He craved a quiet moment. He hadn’t experienced a true moment of peace since he left. He thought about you again. God, he couldn’t wait to get back home to you. You were the life’s blood that ran through his veins. Your gorgeously delicate face lived on the backs of his eyelids. In just about, he looked down to his watch, 10 short minutes this train ride would be over, and he’d be on his way home to you, and he could put all of this shit behind him.

“You know, if your looking for a way to get through this train ride-“the woman spoke up again. Her voice dripping in the same seduction. However, Reiben had lost his patience.

“Look, look look listen lady,” Reiben lifted his head up from his hands. Anger burning through his tone. “I don’t want you. Ok? I just fucking don’t.” He flashed a sarcastic smile as he threw his hands in the air. “I got a girl at home. A beautiful girl. Who’s been writing me letter after letter about how badly she misses me.” He scolded. “I know that you won’t understand this, considering your sorry son of a bitch husband is waiting for you at home while you’re out stalking men on trains, but I’m one lucky bastard to even have a girl waiting on me. Ok? So, if it’s fine with you. I’d like to end this miserable train ride in silence.”

The woman was gazing scornfully at the soldier. Her ego clearly bruised as she accepted her defeat. “Well.” She spat. “I guess I know when I’m not wanted.” She picked up the fox fur that had been sat around kitten heeled feet. Reiben watched as the dead fox’s head whipped around her shoulders as she got up. Finally, one fucking free moment.

His back bounced against the seat as he let out an exhausted breath. He looked around the train at the other passengers. A man with a big black top hat and well pressed suit, a woman with blonde hair in a Dutch braid, two small children dressed in faux military costumes celebrating the end of the war. None of these assholes would ever be dealt the blow that he had been. If they did, they’d know that there wasn’t shit to celebrate. No, not a damn thing.

Good men died wearing the same uniform they did, except only that time, the blood and gore was real instead of imaginary.

As he began to look at the children closer, he noticed the stark height difference between the two boys at play. The tall boy had caramel skin and buzzed hair. He played with a wooden sniper rifle that he’d point at random passengers on the train. The second boy was little. He flew a small toy blimp around with his tiny palm. He had big brown eyes like a baby deer. He’d seen that look before, when his wounded friend was looking up at him from the dirt. He averted his gaze.

Man, he was angry. He was an angry man before, when he was just another guy from Brooklyn spitting at the pavement and shaking his fist at the sky. Now, he was all of that plus running himself ragged from replaying the gut turning memories he’d collected from his time in France.

His ticket home was the worst thing to happen to him. He really did believe that out of the eight men he had been sent to search the French countryside with, he was the least deserving of coming home. He was pissy and rebellious throughout the whole mission. Quite literally even “giving up” at one point. Yet, he was the one chosen to come home. He knew that it should’ve been a soldier with talent and grit like Jackson, or a medic that had tended to the wounded quickly and devoutly, like Wade.

But no, it was him. One of two survivors. He’d made a point to fuck off as far away from Upham as possible because of the trauma that would flood his brain and make his face turn cold. He couldn’t look at him without seeing them.

The train whistled as it halted to a stop. The screeching of the tracks and abrupt ceasing of movement yanked him out of his thoughts.

He puled his gear out from the top compartment and slung it over his large frame. He started down the thin isle with steps heavier than boulders.

The two children dressed in the costume version of his current uniform ran past him. He stopped and stared as they ran toward the door.

One of the children, turned to look at Reiben, and with a toothy grin, saluted him. The boy then tapped the other boy’s shoulder and pointed at the towering man. Upon seeing him, the second boy shot the same nod and salute, then hurried off of the train.

Reiben was never a crier. He wore the rock-solid mask of a macho man everywhere he went before the war. But now, after the mission he’d had the misfortune of being thrust under, he cried at the drop of a hat.

Neither was he a Godly man before, but he felt God had temporarily shot his brothers down from Heaven for one last memory, seeing them one more time in a way that didn’t involve them groveling for mercy. Something to help him sleep at night. Jackson told him once that God would send him signs of his grandaddy randomly. He’d talked about how the two of them would go dove hunting every weekend, and after his granddaddy died, he’d have a dove gently rap outside his window. Peeking in to check in on how Jackson was doing. Reiben thought about how the two of them were probably flying across the Eastern Tennessee sky together now. It was bittersweet.

But he thanked God anyway.

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Reiben stood still in the middle of the isle, lost in his own mind.

“Sir,” a man tapped him on the shoulder. Reiben was splashed by the surprise that washed over his face. It was the bus boy.

“We put your coffee in a cup to go. Your father suggested to us that you may want it for the walk home.” He said, handing the cup to Reiben.

“My father?”  He asked.

“Yes,” the bus boy said. “The man with the dark hair who ordered for you.” He looked across the aisle. “He must’ve gotten off already.”

“That’s impossible.” He spat. “I ordered by myself.”

The bus boy looked at him with confusion. “No sir. He told us that you preferred a lid because you take great clumsy, strides when you walk. He told us that he’d watched you walk in front of him and gripe. He seemed to have known you very well, sir.”

Reiben blanky starred at the thin boy. He looked him up and down with his, and gently took the coffee cup from his hand.

“Thanks,” He trailed off as he turned around, coffee cup in hand.

As Reiben walked off of the train (by this point he was the last man aboard) and grabbed the metal handle to help him step off.

Through the quiet of the train though, he could hear the gentle clicking and clacking of a typewriter tucked somewhere within the train car. He peeked back into the car and saw the small bus boy, clad in proper military gear, devoid of any scratches or stains, pecking on the keys of a typewriter.

Reiben remembered.

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His Brooklyn neighborhood late at night felt more foreign than homely. He felt as though he was a phantom haunting the streets of an innocent community. His steps poisoned each broken slap of concrete on the sidewalk. His whole life felt like a dream at this point. He was the angry troll that had returned to the kingdom to terrorize the civilians with his gruesome aura.

He walked up the steps of your shared town house and fumbled with the keys to the door. It was an old, familiar sensation of tying to match they key with the lock. He felt as if it had been a decade since he had performed such a mundane action. A goblin breaking into the princess’ castle with a battering ram is how it translated in his head. He felt sick.

Once he had opened the door, he saw a welcome sight. A sight he wasn’t aware that he’d missed, he saw a room clean. The apartment was spotless. You didn’t know when Reiben was going to return, but you knew it could be any day, and you wanted to make sure it was welcome.

It was warm, too. He slipped his jacket off to stand in his olive toned sleeveless shirt and trousers as he stood in the doorway. A kitchen, a living room, a bathroom with a toilet. He could’ve cried.

His eyes then led him over to the staircase that led up to his favorite room. The room where he knew you were asleep, blissfully unaware of the man and his baggage that were standing in the house.

He gulped a nervous swallow as he slowly walked up the stairs. Pictures of you and him framed and polished held his hand as he took each agonizing step. Your eyes, full and bright in each picture. You almost seemed like a fantasized legend of folklore at this point. The sleeping mermaid princess being rudely intruded upon by the evil great white shark. The angry, great white shark.

He finally arrived at the bedroom. He perched at the doorway and watched your sleeping silhouette rise and fall at a snail’s pace. He could see your satin nightgown hug your curves as the blanket laid loosely on your frame.

He almost felt perverse for watching such a sight. It had been so long since he’d been able to love you the way he wanted. To touch you, caress you, gently nibble at the shell of your ear as he felt your weight on his lap. It felt like a lifetime ago, and with his newfound trauma, wondered if you’d even ever let him again. He thought about it all the time back overseas. He’d just never really thought it through.

He took his shirt and boots off at the base of the bed. He looked down at the empty space beside you that had grown cold and hollow. He forgot how exciting it was to simply crawl into a warm bed.

He laid down and to his surprise, felt the mattress welcome him home by reforming back to the comfort level in which he liked. At least the bed remembered him… at least.

He then turned on his side to you. Your back was turned away from him. Sleeping so soothed and gently, he wanted to touch you. Truth be told, that was the very least thing he wanted to do to you, but it was a good start.

Terrified, he reached the palm of his hand to rest on your shoulder. He could’ve cried again. You were warm, and your skin was soft. He hadn’t remembered the feeling of being warm and soft.

He couldn’t help himself; he brought another hand to your shoulder and did the same. Warm and soft.

Like a grizzly bear, he couldn’t stop himself from wrapping you into a full hug. He loved it. He felt a sense of crazy euphoria. His skin goose bumped with the sensation. Bliss, that’s what it was, it was bliss.

The best part of the hug, however, was your sleeping figure turning to cuddle into his solid chest. Your nose brushing against his bicep as you settled into him. As if no time at all was lost, your two puzzle pieces fit back together and completed the picture.

He was angry, sad, and all ripped up inside when he came home to you, but with time, he felt that it would all be alright.

And when he awoke that morning, Reiben saw a white mourning dove sitting at his window.

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[frog-doctor]

i haven't seen anyone upload these in full, so i figured i'd be the first. here are all the custom 2d sprites for demiurge down!

PART 1 : DUSEKKAR

[dreamofacheese]

the money is calling

[1337fumolover]

Sigmol and wisusra🤫

[boundless-ut]

Hello PR/SPR community. I went digging into my files and found some of the old artwork I have on hand. Unfortunately, between then and now I've had a hard drive failure and switched to a new PC, so some things are just lost to time now.

(By the way, if you know of Paper Roblox Adventure and wonder what happened to it, it's here!)

[mewezzy]

I decided to redo my old Dusekkar sprite, since I feel like it was rushed when I first made it. I'm much happier with this one!

[krisisnotok]

i tried to find a whiteboard app and ended up finding one that has a lasso tool bucket and i love it

i’m also stuck in a boba shop because my mom loves talking with her friends

[ruggowhatever]

Say 1x1x1x1, I hear you like em DEAD

[porterdavis]

Trump lying again

[superpaperrobloxhcs]

Headcanon: This is what Dusekkar looks like without his pumpkin

Rozanda and Pink I are the only ones who know because they took it off one day as part of a bet and they were never the same

[bumpkinbitch]

─── ⋆⋅ ♰ ⋅⋆ ───

said you’re a wild mustang

─── ⋆⋅ ♰ ⋅⋆ ───

i promise I’ll have your requests out as soon as i can. For the meantime, enjoy this board of my favourite beautiful bumpkin🌞

[southernbelllle]

pardon my freak ma’am but i have an idea for a wade x reader: period cramps that lead him to enact his professional medical opinion of how best to relieve them (ifyk what i mean) i had a vision…..

Oh, Medic

Irwin Wade x Reader

Word Count: 2.k

AN: ANON. You had me at HELLO. This req just took the highest priority in my life. I love it. Also, I've never rlly written smut so its lowkey ass but I hope you like!!!

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You hid your entire body beneath the massive heap of blankets that laid on your bed. Curled up in the fetal position, you held your lower abdomen in your arms and squinched your eyes shut in pain. The dull ache that terrorized the lower half of your body. If you could, you would saw it off, that would probably feel better than the struggle you were enduring now. Alas though, that would be impractical. The only thing you could do was send another few Tylenol down the hatch. You were miserable.

Your husband had been working the night shift at the hospital for the last few nights. He was so tired upon arriving home after the week’s final shift that he didn’t make it to your shared bed, simply opting for the couch. You had made the first day and a half alright on your own (that’s being generous, you were wondering if Wade would be ok with delegating your will,) but nothing was like a good, long cuddle with Wade. It made so much sense that he was a medic in the army, his presence alone could calm a damn wild tiger. His attitude was positive, and his voice was as smooth as the spindles of a spiderweb. Even on your worst day, Wade was there to ease the pain.

You felt selfish. Your exhausted, doctor husband snored quietly on the couch. Still wrapped in his dark navy scrubs. His lab coat even still clung to his small back. He had fallen asleep so hastily, that he was positioned with an “upright” posture. It was as if he were simply sitting down to rest his legs

You shuffled out of bed and over to where your husband sat in the other room. Your blanket still draped across your shoulders. Carefully, you laid beside you’re the exhausted Wade and curled into his side. You brought your knees up to you chest and tried to get in a quick nap. Even unconscious, Wade was the best cuddler.

Shortly after you had nested into him, you felt Wade raise his head and bring his arm around your waist. He let out a great yawn and pulled you onto his lap. He smacked his lips, the dryness of his open mouth breathing being moistened.

“Hi doll,” he smiled at you as you laid your head on his chest, one of the rare moments in which he was looking down at you.

You looked up at him with pained eyes. You really didn’t mean to wake him, but your stomach felt like someone had torn it from you and began wringing it out. You needed him.

“Hi honey,” you mumbled into him. “M’ sorry I didn’t mean to wake you up.” He bent his neck down and pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “It’s alright dolly girl. I’m glad you woke me up. I’d rather be up with you.” He squeezed your hips as you sat on his lap. You winced a bit and hoped that he hadn’t noticed. He did.

“Are you alright?” He brought his head around to examine your face. “Did I squeeze you too tight?” He asked with nervy eyebrows. You looked back up at him and feigned a smile. “No,” you hesitated, “no not at all. Just a twitch.” Your smile didn’t phase the trained medic. He was too smart to not notice when someone was in pain, especially you.

“Seriously hun, did I hurt you?” His big ole’ puppy dog eyes looked at you, tugging on your heart strings. You brought your hands to his cheeks, “no baby not all! I’m just,” another pause. “It’s just that time of the month is all.” He nodded his head in understanding, “Ah. I see.” You felt an awkward pause come on. “Yeah…”

“Are you having cramps?” He had gone full medic mode. “Are they in your abdomen? Lower back? Maybe even your thighs?”

You lightly chuckled at his questioning; he was ever the caretaker. It was clear he was born for this line of work. “My abdomen, mostly. A little in my lower back this morning, and my thighs have been basically useless since like, Thursday.”

“I see.” He brought a bent index finger to rest above his upper lip, his mind lost in what to do next. “Have you taken any Tylenol? If so, how much and how long ago?”

“Two pills. 650 milligrams. About,” You raised a brow as you filed through your memories of the morning, “About 7:30.”

“Still no relief?” He inquired once more. You could tell that he really did care. You wondered if he treated all of his patients this way. You were so lucky to have such a talented and caring husband.

You shook your head.

“Hm.” He looked down at your exposed midriff. Your t-shirt had ridden up when you scooted off of his lap to face him. He knew of something that could help…but he could never say it. “Well, it’s far too early for you to take anymore acetaminophen.” His face heated up. “It’s too cold outside to swim,” he thought about you in your bathing suit. “You could always take a warm shower,” he pictured the steaming hot droplets of water racing down your bare curves. Oh no, he could feel the crotch area if his pants begin to tighten. He attempted to subtly move a pillow over his problem area.

It was futile however, because when Wade blushed, his entire face beamed rose. You brought only your eyes down to where he had laid the pillow on his lap. A smug smirk slithered across your face.

“Irwin, baby, um,” you bit your lip, “is everything ok?”

He looked down at the pillow and then back up at you. “Ohnohoneyeverything’sfinethisisjustalotmorecomfortablethat’sall.” His words sped out. He usually spoke quickly, but he always spoke quicker when he was nervous. You laughed.

“Irwin?”

“Yes?”

“Is there something else that I can try?” You asked rhetorically, your mind falling straight into the gutter.

He faltered before he could get his answer out. “Y-yes actually.”

You leaned closer to him and looked into those big brown eyes, “And what would that be?”

He readjusted himself on the couch, the pillow still parked atop his pants. He felt his cock hardening against the pillow. “I could-“ He was scared his situation would be offensive to you. “I could- well, we could, um, have sex.” You felt your face flush as well. You were needy enough for him any other time of the month, during this week though, you couldn’t stop from thinking about the act with him. You had done it many times before, but never while you were on your period. You definitely weren’t against it. “Oh.” You stated as normally as you could. “Does that really help with cramps?”

He nodded his head again, having a hard time making eye contact with you. “Yeah, they- well- orgasms are natural pain killers.” He explained. “The spasm of your muscles releases endorphins that can dull the pain for a short while.”

You slowly nodded. “Would you be ok with doing that?” You asked. “I know this kind of thing grosses some people out.” He shook his head, maybe a little bit too eagerly. “Yes!” he almost shouted. “I mean- no. No it doesn’t gross me out, and yes I’d love to,” he flustered himself  “well, fuck you.”

You felt another grin spread across your face. You brought Wade’s head in your hands again, but this time you pulled him into what started out as a chaste kiss. As you fervently brought your lips together, the kiss deepened, your lips suckling and fighting against his his. He pulled you back onto his lap and ran his rough hands up and down, all around your back. From your shoulder blades to your back dimples, he explored your skin just as he explored your mouth. You delicately grazed your teeth against his tender bottom lip and sucked. He moaned at the sensation. You took that opportunity to slip your tongue in and made yourself familiar with every nook of his mouth. He tasted like orange flavored mints and cigarettes. You needed more.

In the midst of your heated make out, you pulled the pillow out from atop his lap and under your ass and threw it off to the side. You palmed his crotch, your hand sliding up and down the length of his ever-hardening cock. Tauntingly slow, you drug the palm of your hand along the length of his member.

You looked at him from your straddle and watched as his eyes rolled backward into his brain. You knew you were doing good. Before you could bring him to any kind of release, you brought your hand back and began to fiddle with his clothing.

You peeled his lab coat off, then pulled the loose ribbon of his pants to untie them. You pulled them down to his ankles and quickly swiped them to the side, the same with his shirt. Your garments had followed close behind.

You sat back up on his lap and admired the man that sat before you. His skin was pale and the quiet smile on his face was genuine. He blushed as he noticed you taking him in.

Just as quickly though, he felt a surge of unbridled confidence flow through his chest, and rearranged you two into a position in which you laid beneath him. He nipped at your neck and ground his thickening groin into yours. He let out hot pants into the shell of your ear, already partially overwhelmed with pleasure. In that moment, he would’ve yanked Saturn out of the sky if you’d told him to.

He looked down at you with eyes the size of dinner plates, “are you ready doll?” He asked with his entire heart.

You nodded almost furiously, “yes.”

He smiled, blushed like a schoolboy again, and move and pushed himself inside of you. A long, languid moan fluttered out of his throat, eyes balling white and his face sinking onto your shoulder. He hadn’t even thrust his hips into yours yet, but the relief was almost instantaneous. As if you two were pieces of a puzzle, only destined to reach nirvana when fitted together.

“Holy God,” he shook. “You’re so-“his voice temporarily got lost in pleasure, “so wet.”

You wrapped your legs around his waist in response, both of you hissed at the way he slid even further into you.

He began thrusting into you slowly, concentrating on keeping his climax until you could both reach it together, but it wasn’t easy. He started off slow, eyes looking down at where he was fucking you slowly and then back up to your face to gauge your reaction.

Your eyes flittered shut in pure bliss, all the pain you had felt that morning having conceded to a void of sexual desire. Wade had brought you Heaven.

“Feel good?” He stutters. “F-feel good baby?”

Your eyes stayed squeezed shut, too focused on how good Wade was making you feel to give a proper answer, “mhm.”

“Good,” he said as he began to thrust even faster. He was losing himself in your pussy.

It wasn’t long until you were a moaning mess as well, soft hands rubbing at Wade back, begging for more.

His thrusts were growing more erratic the longer he worked at fucking you. You were so wet, that his dick would occasionally slip out of you, and he’d give you the instant relief once more. HE was a goddamn magician at this. If he wasn’t fucking your mind so white hot, you’d probably wonder if there was some sort of class he’d have taken on this in medical school.

“I can’t” you huffed. “M’gonna,” Wade kissed your now sore and swollen lips.

“I know dolly.” He couldn’t even bring his head to look up from the crook of your shoulder. “I’m right behind you.” The couch underneath you began to creak at the motion he was plowing into you.

When both of your peaks were reached, Wade fell onto of you with labored breaths. You lifted your arms to loosely dangle onto his back.

“Well girl,” he spoke up after a comfortable silence. “You feel better?”

You smiled into his shoulder, eyes still closed and replaying the scene that had just taken place.

“I’ve never been better.”

“You know,” Wade whispered in your ear, “we could use a little shower…”

You would never suffer a cramp in silence again.

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Bro had one of the brutalist deaths in cinema history and here i am writing this!!! hell will be so hot for me but thats ok!!!!!!!!!

[iceman-kazansky]

Heyaaa I saw that you are writing for private Jackson so I’ve come to kindly ask you this 🙏:

Could you write a fic where there is a female reader who is a soldier who joined the squad and she falls in love with private Jackson and he falls in love with her? And omg please include the scene where he is abt to be killed by the tank but she saves him by destroying the tank( she‘s a super badass) with a bazooka and they survive till the end( maybe you could also include a little Timeskip at the end where they‘re married?🥹)

I‘m sorry if this is too long it‘s just that there are not many fics about Jackson and I love that man 😔🫶🏻

Anyways, have a good day ❤️

As Long As It's With You

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Requested by: ^^

Request: ^^

Pairings: Daniel Jackson x f!soldier!reader

Warnings: Canon-typical violence, kissing, swearing

Word count: 3.4k

A/n: I finally got the motivation (and time) to write this and MAY have gotten a little carried away 😭 Anyways!! Hope you enjoy this! I don't mention them being married, but I'd say it's implied?? Or really, up to interpretation.

Taglist: @footprintsinthesxnd @inglourious-imagines @anamiad00msday @grenadesandglory

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Cold soil reached around his boot soles, his rifle hanging heavily off one shoulder.

The other soldiers were conversing amongst each other, making jokes and backhanded comments to the new guy.

What was his name again? Daniel mused. Dunham, or something like that.

Daniel shrugged, he couldn't be bothered to remember his name right away. He'd hardly met the guy.

“Put me anywhere up to a mile near Hitler with a clear shot,” Daniel suddenly chimed in as the conversation shifted to the war, “and we'll be packin’ up because the wars over.”

A few of the men snickered, and you joined them.

The noise caught Daniel's attention, who’d only thrown you a stray glance or two in passing. He turned his gaze just quick enough to see the smile that graced your lips and the crinkle of your eyes.

For a brief moment, you met gazes, everything around Daniel dulled as he allowed himself to finally get a good look at you.

Your uniform was dirty, as was everyone else's. Bits of mud and sand collected on your chest, elbows, and end of your trousers, on your blouse and right at your socks, which barely peeked out. As you walked, your gun was cradled by your fingers casually, the stock resting just hardly on your lower waist to where your arms fully extended. A lot more casually than the other new guy, who held onto his with white-knuckled strength, swinging it and pointing it rather recklessly– something Irwin had snapped at him for already.

Suddenly, his foot hit a patch of particularly uneven and mucky ground, forcing himself from his haze as he was forced to avert his gaze. He glared at his now muddied boot before casting one last look at you and continuing on.

Little did he know, this small, seemingly obscure moment was the first of many.

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The squad was resting in a church for the night and you were seated on one of the pew. Miller had made rounds and told everyone to go asleep. Daniel had been asleep, but he'd woken as the others drifted off.

Only, Daniel wasn't alone. You were sat up slightly, head poking up over the back of a pew. A nearby candle illuminated your soft features. Daniel was laying on his side, supposed to be sleeping but his eyes were glued to you.

He examined the highlights of your cheeks, which were stained with an orange glow of flame, serving to accentuate the contour of your face.

“You're staring.” You spoke up quietly and Daniel nearly jumped out of his skin.

You turned to look at him, the light in your eyes shimmered like precious stones, glistening in the flickering light of the dim candles. Your face had a small, amused smile present and Daniel felt his heart flutter.

Snapping out of his small reverie, a sheepish smile creeped onto Daniel's face, tugging at the corners of his lips. He had been caught red handed. “Sorry,” he murmured, thick southern accent a sincere and apologetic tone. Though, he wasn't really sorry. You were hard not to admire, but he wasn’t about to go about telling you, or himself for that matter, that.

Silence settled back over the two of you. You didn't turn away, and Jackson was thankful for that.

The only sound in the church was the quiet hiss of a candle as it touched its own melted wax and the noises produced by that of the others, a soft murmur- a shuffle of clothes from those asleep and those awake. It was serene, in an odd way. The hellish battlefield outside dulled by the warm and welcoming church.

After a while, Daniel gathered his courage to speak again, “You look tired.”

You simply nodded, confirming his suspicions while Daniel watched the way your hair shifted with the action. Your gaze turned down to your hands, where you picked at your nails. “I am. Just can't sleep.”

Daniel wondered if the sudden nail-picking was a nervous tick. “How come?” He questioned.

Shoulders lifting slightly, you shrugged in reply, “I'm not entirely sure. Might be nerves. Might be my mind.”

The blond haired boy nodded. He understood. It was something he struggled with himself. He was struggling with it now.

“How come you’re still awake?” You inquired.

“Same reason,” Daniel replied simply. “I wasn't before, though.”

A voice somewhere across the church someone hissed out a “Shh!” and you and him stopped talking.

Daniel observed as slowly, you stood from your spot on the pew. Taking a moment to stretch, arms reaching over your head and a yawn falling from your lips. You ambled the few steps it took to reach where he was.

Without warning you sat down next to him, some part if your gear clinking against the ground before you drew your knees to your chest. Daniel sat up with you, blanket he'd used falling to his lap.

Quietly, you began conversing again. Daniel smiled a little at the notion. You talked about anything and everything– where you were from, your family, your school years, your time in basic. Not a thing was spared. And truthfully, Daniel didn't mind. It was nice hearing you talk, your voice drew him in until he was entirely absorbed with what you were saying and clinging onto everything you said.

You asked him questions, too. Asked about his home life. What he did before the war. What he'd planned to do after.

He was mid sentence, answering a question of yours, when he felt something on his shoulder. He stopped mid sentence, glancing down and seeing you passed out.

A small smile lit up his face. He slowly and cautiously opted to lean back to sit against the wall, providing somewhere comfier to be.

The only noise he earned was a small murmur, causing him to freeze while his breath involuntarily ceased. You didn't stir awake, and Daniel sighed in relief. He relaxed, feeling his own drowsiness creeping up through his system, clawing its way up to reach his eyelids.

Together on the floor, thats how sleep greeted the two of you. Daniel eventually dozed off, head resting on top of yours gently.

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The squad kneeled around a wounded Irwin. Bullet holes punched through his skin while blood oozed from the gaping holes. Someone grabbed their canteen, pouring water over his blood-stained stomach while wiping their hands along the skin. Their efforts were in vain when in a few seconds his stomach was red again. No matter how many times they wiped, the blood just kept coming. Another soldier poured sulfa powder on the wounds.

Daniel kneels at his head, supporting his neck and cradling his head while he looks at his own wounds.

“Tell us how to fix you,” Upham speaks, standing a little bit away while Irwin squirms in pain.

The young boy stammered that he'd like some morphine, wincing while someone complied, giving him a shot of morphine.

“I don't wanna die,” Irwin whimpers, voice frail and unlike anything he's ever heard from the medic before.

Someone shushes him softly, murmuring comforting words to him, but Daniel's too absorbed to recall who.

“Give him another one,” He whispers, watching Horvath give him another shot of the analgesic.

Daniel swallows thickly, watching helplessly while Irwin bleeds to death slowly, his life leaving him like water from a glacier, ebbing away slowly.

“Mama,” Irwin suddenly whimpers, and he feel the medic start to panick. “I wanna go home. I wanna go home”

Irwin lays his head back, allowing himself to go limp against Daniels palms that cradle the nape of his neck and lower half of his head. “Mama.” he says again, though it gurgles from his throat like a drowned man, and his eyes droop.

Finally, he goes completely quiet and limp, his eyes glazing over. His chest freezes and face goes blank.

He's gone.

Irwin, is dead.

Daniel stands up, Mike following not far behind as they storm up the hill. Reiben, who'd already left the scene earlier, beats on one of the still alive German soldiers. He kicks him before wrestling his collar into his hands and lifting him up to eye level. Daniel and Mike join him, landing blow after blow to his body and face.

He's angry, upset that Irwin died. Everyone is.

“Jackson,” Captain Miller speaks up, having trudged up the hill with the rest of the squad to stand behind them, “You’re hit.”

Daniel panics, eyes meeting a red patch on his bicep. He sighs in relief, realizing it's just a nick. Captain Miller orders him to get it cleaned and dressed.

He fights to pull his uniform off and reach the wound. In his peripheral, Daniel sees you step in front of him.

“Here,” you murmur, eyes meeting his. Daniel notices the teary, near-tears look in your eyes. Slowly, your hands move to help unbutton his wool tunic, “let me help.”

He doesn't say a word, standing still while his hands lower, allowing you to work freely on his arm. Your presence fills him with a strong sense of calm, forcing his anger to melt.

You reach into a bag on your hip. It's Irwins. You must've grabbed it while Daniel was running up the hill to lay his fists on the German.

At the mental mention of the man, a burst of fury ignites deep in his chest. His eyes leave your figure to glare daggers at the man.

He is only brought back to the moment when you pour some water from your canteen onto his wound, wiping your hands around the cut before opening a pack of sulfa powder on the open gash.

Unwinding a ribbon of thin bandage, you begin wrapping his arm. Your movements are delicate and precise.

Once you've finished with the wound on his arm you reach down and grab his hands. They're stained red, evidence of Irwin's death clinging to him. You bring your canteen up again, dumping some water into his palms. “Rub,” You instruct him, and he does. He keeps rubbing while you add the appropriate amount of water until most of the blood is gone.

“Thank you,” Daniel says after you've finished. He notices the way your hands linger on his, perhaps for a moment too long. There's a gushy feeling in his stomach and he wonders if it was intentional.

He doesn't get a chance to contemplate any further before you're pulling away, hands falling away (which Daniel feels the action force a frown to his features) and sauntering off without another word.

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Daniel would consider himself in deep trouble.

He'd fallen for you. And hard.

What had started out as a quirked eyebrow because ‘they had a new squad member.. and she was a woman’ had somehow, in some way, shifted into the strongest rush of adoration he'd ever felt for someone.

And you were seemingly clueless. That was the thing– you just kept on doing what you were doing and Daniel couldn't help but become absolutely enamoured by you. Drawn to you like a moth to a flame. He couldn't resist, even if he tried.

Like now. There's some singer playing over a gramophone, and Daniel can faintly hear it from his high up perch in the clock tower.

He watched you from afar. It wasn't impossible to spot you, even if he was where he was.

However, the moment didn't last long. He, from his high perch, noticed the large German group rolling into town. Quickly, he signalled down to captain Miller, watching as everyone on the ground dispersed.

˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙

Screeching filled the streets. The side of a track came into view and you realized it to be one of the tank.

“Shit,” you muttered, ducking into cover as it rolled into town.

You looked sideways, finding the rocket launcher the team had bestowed you lying on its side.

The tank screeched to a halt, swaying where it stood. It fired off a few shots, the sound of them crackling like lightning in rapid succession.

You peeked over the top of your cover, watching as the tank slowly began pointing to the sky. Following its angle, you found the only thing it could be shooting at. The bell tower.

Picking up the heavy weapon you aimed it carefully towards the tank. You only had one shot at this. The side of the track, which was fully exposed to you, would be your best bet.

You pulled the trigger. The explosive round shot from the barrel with a whoosh, leaving you no time to react as you were met with an explosion of fiery orange and red. Shrapnel flew past in chunks, ranging from big to small.

The explosion drew attention to yourself and before you knew it, gunshots were raining down on your position. You dived to the floor as the pile of rubble you hid behind were pelted with shots, dust flying up.

A few cracks– one at a time, but quick in succession – filled your ears. You recognized it to be sniper fire, turning your head to watch as a handful of the firing soldiers fell. Taking advantage of the covering fire, you bolted behind one of the buildings. You hugged the rocket launcher to your heaving chest with your rifle slung over your shoulder.

You set the large tube down, grabbing your rifle and firing off a few shots.

The battle raged on around you, until you were eventually forced to retreat to the bridge.

Mike Horvath was shot, and soon after so was Captain Miller. Mellish and Upham was nowhere to be seen, Daniel was still in the bell tower, Reiben dived for cover, and Ryan was crying, rocking in fear as the world exploded around him.

You leaped to your feet, standing from your cover because you'd be damned if James Ryan were to die now after all the sacrifice. You quickly grabbed hold of him when everyone began to fall back. He didn't protest, only followed you as you gripped his sleeve and dashed.

There was a sharp sting in your calf and it caused you to stumble in your step. You glanced back to see red coating the back of your leg. You'd been shot? Thankfully, when you stumbled, James wasn't completely incompetent and was able to keep you standing. Together, you ran for cover.

Suddenly, there was a roar overhead. A glint of silver in the sky followed by the thunderous shots of cannons. The tank that was crossing the bridge blown to smithereens.

Someone cried out of joy while the P-51’s did a few laps on the German foot soldiers. The battle was coming to an end.

But your mind wasn't on the battle anymore. It was on Daniel. Where was he? How was he?

You scanned through the growing mass. Was he here? Was he alive?

The thought that maybe he wasn't still alive– that he was another casualty like Caparzo, Irwin, and now Mellish, Horvath, and Miller, sent a chill up your spine.

Quivering, you fought to calm yourself.

‘Maybe he was still in the clock tower and hadn't climbed down yet’ you told yourself.

But that only worked so long. The battle had been over for a while now. 15 minutes, you figured.

You scanned the area again, feeling an uneasiness building in the pit of your stomach.

But there– through the small crowd, there he stood. His face had a small splatter of blood, but besides that and a little grime from the previous journey he was unscathed.

A sigh of relief tumbled from your lips and you found your feet stumbling to him. The pain in your calf seared up your leg, causing you pain, discomfort, and a limp as you walked.

Panic crosses Daniel's face, his usual observant self not failing to notice your injury. A sheepish smile creeps across your face as he meets you halfway.

“I got it saving private Ryan,” you said, feeling oddly guilty under his gaze.

He just stares, not saying a word in reply, but you notice the way his eyes glide across your face. Eventually, his gaze stops at your own. You notice the concern first, being that it's as evident as a red flower in a green field. There's a sense of relief that swims in his gaze and lingers in his features, however. It's the way his muscles relax, even if it's just in the slightest. How his shoulder drops and a deep exhale leaves his lips.

With the lack of respondence, you're starting to feel nervous. “It's not bad, I promise. I'll get a medic to check on it–”

You've barely finished what you've said before suddenly he's there. Planting his lips against yours, smoothing They're slightly cracked and dry, but you don't care. It sends a rush straight to your stomach, fireworks explode like grenades. The touch of one of his hands to gently cup your cheek has you subconsciously leaning into the pads of his calloused fingers. His other hand holds your waist gently while he–

The moment is shattered instantly. You shift your weight, accidentally placing the weight of your body onto your injured foot. Wincing, you withdraw with a hiss. “My leg,” you offer when his eyes ignite with fear, hoping to explain yourself.

Daniel sighs, leaning his forehead against yours. He closes his eyes momentarily.

“When the war is over, come home with me,” he suggests after a minute. He opens his eyes, gazing into yours. “Please,” he pleads, “come to Tennessee with me. I want to do this with you. I want to be with you and do these kinds of things. I wouldn't rather it be anyone else.”

You smile. It's like a dream come true, actually. “As long as it's with you, I'll go anywhere,” you murmur, moving to place another kiss on his lips.

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The radio hums quietly, filling your home with music. You're in the kitchen, washing dishes.

The first song ends, and you hardly notice the next song that comes on.

‘Nous nous aimions bien tendrement,’ the radio belts, and you vaguely recognize the tune as familiar. But from where?

You stop what you're doing and listen, withdrawing your hands from the sink while trying to remember where you'd heard this before.

‘Tu es partout car tu es dans mon coeur’

‘Tu es partout car tu es mon bonheur,’

It instantly snaps once you've heard half the chorus.

It's the french song from Ramelle. The song transports you three years back. A time when you're back there in the ruined town. Sitting on the stairs near the gramophone, sun on your face, while the french music fills your ears. The calm before the storm. And it's just as vivid in your mind as the day it occurred.

Daniel comes into the kitchen, his face looking curious. “What's this?” He asks upon hearing the french music.

You've lit up, crossing the floor to him. “It's the song from Ramelle,” you murmur, a soft smile on your face.

For a few more moments the song carries on, and Daniel pauses to listen and identify the music, too.

“Dance with me?” You ask. It's impossible for Daniel to resist when you've already intertwined your hands with his.

He nods and slowly you begin swaying around the kitchen.

Daniel's arms lower to circle your waist. Your own arms reach up to rest on his shoulders.

The world around you doesn't matter anymore. Not when you're like this. When he's looking at you like that. With such a fondness present in his wonderful blue eyes while he takes you in. How his eyes draw you in, committing you to memory. The contour of your face. The way your eyes crinkle slightly. He stares down at you with something you wouldn't ever doubt was love.

And you stared back into his eyes with just the equal amount of love, for you were absolutely smitten for the blond haired boy. Perhaps you had been since you'd locked eyes over a joke and a laugh in a field

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ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ || ᴛᴀɢʟɪꜱᴛ || ɴᴀᴠɪɢᴀᴛɪᴏɴ

𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤? 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠! 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝!

[1337fumolover]

Hi adventure forward , super paper roblox, stars align, star struck community

Now, to follow the link, you need to click on the name and you will be redirected to the Roblox/document website

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POST ACTIVITY

26 February

More more links for af ugc's

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why is stars align here if it is no longer associated with af? because stars align itself is similar to af, the same angels are points, some of which were converted from af3cos.

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there will also be links to closed games, ask why? Maybe there are people who can uncopylock these games

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here I will list the links of all the af and pr related games(fangame's too), I also attached the Archive documents

This post will be updated with new links to the games

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ADVENTURE FORWARD

Sky emporium from adventure forward 3 : crown of shadows

(to enter the game, you need to apply to the group of this game and wait for you to be accepted)

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Adventure Forward 2 redux old world 1

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Adventure forward 2 redux old world 2

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Adventure forward 1 : HD

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Adventure forward Shard saviour: corrupting force

(Uncopylocked)

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Adventure Forward 3 Vain revival

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Adventure Forward 3 shard savior corrupted revival

( It's based on af3vr) (game canceled, but u can play)

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Adventure forward 2.5 tick tock gardens

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Af3 unfinished tutorial world

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Adventure forward galactic collapse

(Game is cancelled, but u can play)

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Adventure forward 3 Crown of shadows engine

(The game is open, but when you enter you will be kicked right away, maybe someone will be able to Uncopylock it.)

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Watch celesteal's shards flying across the screen

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Shard savior: shattered dimensions

(a game that takes ideas from af3vr, but has a different name because they don't have rights to af )

(Closed, Maybe it will be open when the game is released)

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Shard savior unfinished movement demo

(It's very empty, but the developers have said they will update this game. )

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Af3vr movement demo

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Adventure forward 2 Russian version

(Yeah af has Russian fans)

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AF1HD remake

(Closed, Wait for the game to be released )

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Elemental Disaster (Teaser)

(This only teaser, The game, according to the description, is based on 20+ cancelled games, including af-related games, Part 1 will be released in October 2028)

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Adventure forward exordium: demiurge down

(Closed, Wait for the game to be released, an AF game based on PR:DD)

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Adventure Forward Racing

(canceled, but u can play)

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Adventure forward 1 HD

(Game is closed, Wait for the game to be released)

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Adventure forward 2

(Broken, this is link for game by explode1)

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Adventure forward 2 Redux waiting room

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Adventure forward 3 crown of shadows

(Closed)

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Adventure forward : Star Struck World 0- Tutorial

(Closed)

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Adventure forward Star Struck

(Closed)

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Adventure Forward 2 Redux

(Closed, wait for the game to be released)

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Adventure forward 2.5

(Fangame)

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Cart ride into celesteal

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Adventure forward: Secrets of the symbol

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Adventure forward 3 movement demo

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Adventure forward save point engine

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Adventure Forward 3 Awakening Of Darkness

(Closed)

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Adventure forward 3 shard savior corrupting force

(Closed, but there is also a public version in this post.)

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Adventure forward 2 redux

(This is not a mistake, this game has two links.)

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Adventure forward HD

(Closed,This game will no longer be updated, because it is now being created by another development team.)

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Adventure forward 3 vain revival

(Closed, this is link for game by explode1, There is already a link to the open version of af3vr in this post.)

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Shard savior vain revival

(Closed)

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Adventure forward 3 crown of shadows engine

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PAPER ROBLOX

Paper Roblox hd

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Paper roblox : Demiurge Down Battle System

(Uncopylocked)

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Super paper roblox but it's unpaper

( fangame)

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Paper roblox Zero testing

(aka Demiurge Down)

(Closed)

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Super paper roblox the temporal return (presumably)

(btw in the SPR roleplay by sirrovers you can see the map from the spr:ttr)

(Closed)

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Paper Roblox HD

(map not finished)

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Paper Roblox 2

(fangame)

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Paper Roblox HD 1+2

(fangame)

(Game in Dev, Wait for the game to be released)

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Paper roblox 1

(Uncopylocked)

(Original game by explode1)

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Paper Roblox 2 beyond the fold

(Original place by explode 1)

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Paper Roblox remastered : the secret paintbrushes

(Fangame)

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STARS ALIGN

Stars align engine

(idk why it have anshine and aromist in game, maybe I had to rename the game due to the fact that the developers started a new project or this is an open version of the af3s engine, which was previously attached in this post)

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Stars align demo test

(the game is open, but you will be kicked, like you need to follow sirrovers boosty)

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Stars align Daybreak waiting room

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Stars Align

(Closed, wait for the game to be released)

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Stars align engine demo

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STAR STRUCK

STAR STRUCK !

(that one game which is no longer associated with af )

(Closed, Wait for the game to be released )

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Star struck

(Closed)

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CELESTEAL HEROES

Celesteal heroes distant sparkles

(Closed, Wait for the game to be released, most likely it will be in a new place.)

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STARSOM SAVIOR

Starsom savior

(Closed, but uncopylocked)

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Starsom Savior

(Public version)

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DOCUMENTS

BTW here af/pr doc archive which contains images/videos of unreleased games

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Af3vr doc archive

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AF UGC'S

Verfections cap

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Verfections Dual Rapiers

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cyalm's symbol

(you can't get it, bc it's ugc limited)

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Stratosfear's symbol

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Stratosfear's tail

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Stratosfear's shattered symbol

(U can't get it bc it's limited)

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Anshine's symbol

(Unobtainable bc creator don't have premium 2 lvl)

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Ixol's symbol

(Unobtainable, idk why)

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Shallare's symbol

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Signol's symbol

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Compale's symbol

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Naen's symbol

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Ulipse's symbol

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Compale's true form symbol

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Solgon's symbol

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Ulipse's true form symbol

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Ixol's symbol

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Ixol's true form symbol

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Yawgate's symbol

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Yawgate's true form symbol

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Ploque's symbol

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Passleses symbol

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Morward's symbol

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Arrolin's symbol

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Mino's symbol

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Syalm shifin into celesteal symbol

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Stratosfear's symbol

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Anshine's symbol

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Stratosfear's shattered symbol

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Celesteal's star shooter

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Celesteal's wings

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Celesteal's symbol

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Cyalm turn into celesteal wings

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Cyalm's double swords

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Cyalm's wings

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Solgon plush

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Shallare plush

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Voixer cos wings

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if the links don't work, write to me about it, but I advise you to copy only the numbers in the link, go to the computer version of Roblox, click on any experience in their link to change the numbers to the ones you copied

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Right now, I'm looking for public games adventure forward 3: crown of shadows, super paper roblox: the temporal return(I have a link to the game with presumably the Spr:ttr file, but the game is closed), adventure forward : star struck, adventure forward: awakening of darkness