#LLLLLLL

[alixlives]

6th graders are LOSERS

#they dont get to come with us & 8th grade to the pittsburgh pirates baseball game #NERDS HAVE TO HAVE A NORMAL SCHOOL DAY #LLLLLLL

[citric-acid-rain]

I think he heard what i said abt his fuckass helmet

#WOAH bro stay back….. ill hit u w my hammer right where the helmet is sposed to be…….. #boys he might stomp on the ground at me….. #im kinda scared guys imJUST KIDDING BOWLING BALL🎳💥💥💥💥 #keep up the pace loser LLLLLLL #ttcc #toontown corporate clash #graham payser #graham ness payser #toontown pacesetter #pacesetter #toonblr #cogblr

[tanjo-rine]

I think Bubby should jump into Dr Coomers arms when scared I think it'd be so funny

Accidentally made the watermark a bit strain-y under the cut! I am sosorry

Also, warning for gender swap because that makes some people uncomfortable!

They're everything to me actually

#dr coomer hlvrai #hlvrai bubby #dr bubby #dr coomer #half life vr but the ai is self aware #boomer #OKAY SERIOUS TAGS OVER LLLLLLL #found out how to change my text color its over for yall #dr coomers genderswap name would be helga actually #im not doing the full name im lazy #also its boomer month. BOOmer see my vision??? BOO-mer??? cmon cm

[kavehater]

AAAH I have a mutual who’s 18 and he sorta kinda is flirting with this one guy who is a minor as a joke of course ( to which a concerned anon said that it’s weird ) but I can’t help but flashback to er*s

#granted the er*s situation was thoroughly complex and the reason she did those things was her copism with not being able to pull ( LLLLLLL ) #and ik that guy doesn’t mean any harm etc etc he’s not messed up like some ppl #BUT I DUNNO STILL #sobbing #they’re pretty sweet so #hes* #OH AND HES IRAQI TOO I LEGIT COULDNT BELIEVE THAT #dora daily #lowkey kinda sorta sad that a whole anon was more concerned than ppl i knew and who knew my age #and freely saw it happen so readily #and everyone else on that blog #genuinely and utterly disappointed #it’s always protect minors until the minors need protecting goddamn #this is especially directed at rhy yeah I’m not censoring that #🤷‍♀️ #too busy simping over minor characters who don’t have a time skip in canon and aging them up then complaining about it when ppl call out #the brain deadery of that behaviour #girl pls #you did not care about minors from the beginning literally bye #e[redacted] literally ruined my brain chemistry to say the least I will never go into how what she did absolutely muddled my brain never #told anyone and I don’t think I can ever tell someone ever #not to mention practically hyperventilating being unable to breath literally going into madness and ppl think that I’m overreacting and #telling me to shut up about it and blaming me for the situation as if I wanted any of this #lmaolmaolmao #all that and I was expected to do uni girl byeeee I need a good century to recover at least ☠️ #the only thing I DID want is friends but clearly that was a hard ask when ppl can get friends just by existing on this god forsaken app #atp I don’t even know what to say literally just wth #yall say mdni with your dumbass banners and decorate it like something special when yall are the ones to keep from minors you disgusting #wastes of clean oxygen 😭 mdni my foot gross ass adults should’ve never trusted them #the way I’d give them therapy to their complex traumas ☠️ imagine relying on a minor for therapy

[sbnkalny]

TAAAAAAKKEEEEEEE onnnnn MEEEEEEEEEEEE, TAAAAAAKKKKEEEEEEEE MEEEEEEEW OOOOONNNNNNN, i LLLLLLL BEEEEEEEE GONNNEEEEEEWE in a day

maru

#QUOTE #DAY 16 #TAAAAAAKKEEEEEEE onnnnn MEEEEEEEEEEEE #TAAAAAAKKKKEEEEEEEE MEEEEEEEW OOOOONNNNNNN #I LLLLLLL BEEEEEEEE GONNNEEEEEEWE in a day

[aroace-poly-show]

eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeepy time

#marlo’s stuff #farewell;lllllll #buahhhhhhh

[endious]

i leave tomorrow to go back home SOBSOB </3 so im gonna try to answer asks tonight and write on the car ride back

#— rambles with cadie #i won a bet with a friend and now she has to drive back LLLLLLL

[bioluminescentfrog]

WHY IS AQUA SO GOOD AT PVP GAMES I NEVER WOULDVE EXPECTED THIS FROM THEM? FIRST SKY BATTLE NOW THIS????

#gtwscar #fruitberries #cubfan #joel smallishbeans #as i say this they are loosing the round LLLLLLL #mcc #mcc24

[lime1991]

someone get this little girl out of my head all she does is talk about her oh tee pees and gay yaoi

#my art #my ocs #Kimberly #camp camp #camp camp oc #artists on tumblr #digital art #this is kimberly... i dont think ive posted her ever since ive made this blog.. oops. shes my first camp camp oc and my favorite one #FYI all early camper cc ocs were satire.. so this isnt how i am or was.. its literally just her main character trait to be a yaoi fangirl #i made her back when the first episode dropped... FOR FIRST MEMBERS #yeah that was like a WEEK before the first ep dropped for everyone else on youtube.. LLLLLLL shes like one of the first 5 camp camp ocs LLL

[theoneofwhomisblue]

Skeleton

Skelelon

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#196

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

Emily: "I'm so happy Vaggie got her wings back! That's so wonderful!"

Charlie: "YES TOTALLY and she hasn't even cried today because of them so far, which is extra amazingly fun!!!!"

Emily: "Oh no... why would she cry from having wings again...?"

Charlie: "Cramps."

Emily: "Oh no!! Doesn't stretching them help with that???"

Charlie: "It helps her wings a LOT but then she cries."

Emily: "....can we clarify that a little?"

Charlie: "We-lllllll...."

-last week-

Chaggie: (sitting on couch together) (charlie folded up scribbing in notebook) (vaggie slumped over armrest reading a paperback)

Vaggie: (shifts) (rubs her neck) (still reading)

Charlie: (humming showtune)

Vaggie: (shifts again) (hums with her) (wings pop out)

Charlie: (busy adding stickers to notebook doesn't notice)

Vaggie: (leaning forward) (still busy reading)

Charlie: (giggling and putting sticker on her own cheek)

Vaggie's wings: (gentle flap)

Vaggie: (turns page) (oblivious)

Charlie: (tucks loose hair back in place) (otherwise also oblivious)

Vaggie's wings: (biiiiiiiiiiiiiig stretchy out behind her.....)

Chaggie: (fails a spot check)

Charlie, still giggling: "Hey Vaggie~ You want a stick~er~"

Vaggie's wings: (SMACKS THE AIR REPETEDLY AND WITH KILLING INTENT) (LIKE THE AIR IS A LVING THING THEY WANT DEAD)

Charlie: "-AWUGH!"

Vaggie: (yeets book) (PANIC) "Charlie!?"

Charlie: (lying on the floor) (groans)

Vaggie: "Charlie!!!!"

Charlie: "guhhh... wha'd i hit...?"

Vaggie: (THROWING HERSELF ON KNEES NEXT TO CHARLIE AND CRADLING THE GIRLFRIEND TO HER CHEST) "Sweetie don't move, your eyes won't focus and I think you're concussed- I, I think my wings-" (HORRIFIED) "-my wings..."

Charlie: (staring to one side of her) "Vaggieeee.. there two of yous...."

Vaggie: "...I did this to you."

Charlie: (giggling) "hehehe. double pretty~"

Vaggie: (tearing up) "I hurt you, Charlie."

Charlie: (still giggling) "good job with the being prettiness. gold star. A for adorable!" (sticks a sticker on Vaggie's cheek) (passes out)

Vaggie: "CHARLIE NOOOOOO!!!!!!"

-this week-

Charlie: "....and I think I woke up a few times while she was running around the hotel yelling for help, but I all I remember is thinking 'yay! girlfriend princess carry time!' and then snuggling in for another nap. So it's all still a blur until Husk wrapped some chipped ice in a rag for my head and helped bring down the swelling."

Emily: "....."

Charlie: "Point is- Vaggie was STILL sobbing into my chest when I woke up, and since then it's been a damn struggle just to get her wings out long enough for me to even PREEN them!"

Emily: (blushing) "...it, it has?"

Charlie: (pouting) "She makes me wear a helmet for it and everything..."

Emily: ".... that's... unfortunate."

Charlie: "She did like the sticker though." (sighs) "SO! How's Sir Pentious doing up there with HIS new wings??"

Emily: "Oh don't worry! It's nothing like that!! He's-"

Sir Pentious: (slides by SHRIEKING and SCREAMING grabbing at clouds desperately as he's dragged along by wildly flapping wings, followed by a crowd of heaven's denizens all shouting encouragements and advise as he zooms away into the distance, wailing)

Emily: "....he's adjusting."

Charlie: "Yay~!"

#hazbin hotel #charlie morningstar #chaggie #vaggie #emily hazbin hotel #sir pentious #incorrect quotes #vaggie has her wings again! #charlie has head trauma #vaggie is traumatized #emily is getting a headache #angelic sir pentious is on cloud nine #and ascending rapidly #with great and unwilling speed #im sure he'll be fine

[under-the-dirt]

phone call.

ok whereever u thought this was going UR WRONG LLLLLLL anyway i’m supposed to be sleeping hut this is more important UGHA im creaming as i write this

taglist: @cloudyeventss

pairing: bf!simon ‘ghost’ riley x fem!reader

tags: rough sex, a little dacryphillia, squirting, reader is besties w soap, a little voyeurism, possesive!ghost, male masturbation, aftercare, ghost is a meanie, a little degradation, pet names, feminine pet names, p in v, lmk if i missed anything and UNDER 13 DNI IW ILL CLAW YOUR EYES OUT!!

You texted Johnny a lot, naturally, as he was your best friend. Sometimes you’d sit on FaceTime while doing random activities, cleaning, cooking, watching tv, picking out clothes, cuddling with Simon, etc. You recently decided to set another one of your little longest phone call records, meaning you’d stay on the phone overnight and all throughout the day. You were about 20 hours in, just sitting on your bed, scrolling on your phone as you mumbled to yourself and commented on what Johnny was doing.

“Are you.. folding laundry? Never seen that one before. Do another trick,” You giggle, seeing him throw a shirt at the camera and shaking his head. “Your mohawk needs a trim.”

“Oh shut up, lass,” He sighs, chuckling, finishing his laundry and grabbing his phone as he walks up the stairs and plops down on his bed. You watch him toss his phone down and grab his tv remote, scrolling around whatever streaming service. You giggled as you watched him choose Mean Girls.

“In girl world, Halloween is the one night a year where a girl can dress like a total slut and no one can say anything about it. The hardcore girls just wear lingerie and some form of animal ears. Of course, no one told me about the slut rule,” You recite, and he shushes you with a laugh. “Whatever, I see how it is,” You sigh dramatically, flopping down on your bed with your forearm on your forehead as you pretend to be sad.

“On the phone with Johnny?” A gruff voice asks from the door way of your bedroom, and you nod.

“Say hi to Simon,” You turn to your phone, where you watch the scot turn to the screen and wave whilst trying to cover his screen. “He’s watching Mean Girls,” You giggle.

“A fantastic choice.” Simon chuckles, climbing into bed beside you and combing his hands through your hair, one hand drifting down to your waist and sliding beneath your shirt as he begins to kiss you gently. You moan softly and he reaches over to click the mute button on your phone before continuing his ministrations. He gently unclips your bra and slides it off, hands cupping your breasts beneath your shirt as he toys with your nipples.

You let out a muted moan, and he chuckles.

“You’re muted, darling,” He coos, climbing on top of you and kissing your neck, sucking small hickeys into your soft skin. You whine softly, wrapping your arms around his neck as he slowly slides your shirt off, lips trailing down to your now perky nipples and giving both gentle kisses and sucks as his hands travel down to pull off your underwear.

“S-simon-“ You whimper, he doesn’t pause, just continues pulling your shorts and panties down.

“Wha’ is it?”

“On the phone?” You whisper, looking up at him with doe eyes.

“Thought you wanted to set one of your little records, love?”

“Yes but..” You stop as soon as he presses his thumb to your sweet clit, rubbing gently and causing you to moan louder than intended.

“Atta girl,” He chuckles, rubbing small circles on your clit, his other hand reaching up and gently placing his fingers in your mouth for you to suck on. You oblige, obviously, as it was something you loved doing, closing your eyes as you began to lose yourself in the pleasure. He slowly slips a finger into your drenched cunt, gently pushing in and out, listening to the pornographic squelching of your little hole. He curled his fingers at just the right spot, causing you to arch your back and whine around his fingers, begging and babbling for more.

“Such a naughty girl,” He tuts, pulling his fingers out of your mouth and pulling his cock out of the confines of his pants, which were feeling far too tight. He watched you stare with pure admiration at his thick cock, doe eyes studying each vein and staring eagerly at his leaking, flushed tip.

“S-simon please-“ You whine, gripping the sheets tightly. He clicks his tongue, pulling his fingers out of your pulsing pussy and licking them clean before stroking himself to full hardness. He bumped the tip on your swollen clit a couple of times, making you squirm and clench around nothing. You whine, babbling nonsense at him before he shushes you by pushing his cock into your fluttering cunt, taking you by surprise and making you arch your back further at the welcome, overwhelming sensation.

He slowly thrust himself in fully, seating himself deeply against your cervix. He groans as your muscles squeeze around him, trying to milk him before he’s even gotten the chance to move.

“Calm down, love, relax or I won’t be able to move,” He feels you try and relax, before he slowly begins moving in and out, setting a slow, gentle pace which drives you mad. You whine and beg until he’s practically pounding you in the mattress, your heels digging into his lower back as he fucks you deep and hard, pulling orgasm after orgasm out of you.

“Such a dirty little thing, moaning for me while on the phone with your best friend? How about we give Johnny a little show, eh?” He chuckles, grabbing your phone and flipping the camera to your face, giving Johnny a quick glimpse of your fucked out expression. He chuckles as he notices Johnny trying to slyly palm himself from the sight, such a pathetic boy. Not as pathetic as you, at least, whining and crying for Simon to cum deep inside you while calling your friend. Simon unmutes the phone, turning the camera to show your naked body, eyes rolled back, skin flushed and nipples pebbled. “Like what you see, Johnny?”

“Very much so. Such a pretty lass, ain’t she?” He replies, very obviously rubbing his dick beneath his pants, letting out soft grunts beneath his breath.

“Just wanted to remind you, she’s mine. Got that, Johnny?” He growls, watching himself pound into you from the phone camera. He mutes the phone again, turning the camera off and tossing it to the side before grabbing your hips and rutting into your g-spot like a dog in heat. He finishes inside you with a guttural groan, watching you squirt down his chest and fall down to the bed with an exasperated sigh, eyes closed and lips parted as you pant.

He stays inside you for a bit, his cock slowly softening, the insides of your thighs all sticky with your mixed releases. He pulls out and gets up, returning with a damp cloth to clean you both up. After, he returns the cloth to the bathroom and tucks you in, holding you to his side as you nuzzle into his chest, all happy tucker into his arm.

-

“Yeah, Simon’s going out to grab me some food. I told him to just order delivery but he’s very stubborn that he wants it fresh and doesn’t trust random people, so he’s going out to get it. He’s so weird, but god is he fuckin’ sexy,” You laugh with Johnny, acting as if the entire thing never happened, as if Johnny had never seen you getting your brains fucked out by your boyfriend, as if you didn’t hear him masturbating to the sight of you, as if he didn’t make a huge mess in his pants because of you.

“Oh- Simon’s back,” You giggle, tossing your phone and hopping up. He hears the muffled conversation between you and your boyfriend, before hearing you return to your room and eat.

He pretended not to hear the sounds of you two making out after eating, the wet noises of you and Simon’s tongue dancing together, the memory of Simon growling that you were his.

If he had to guess, he’d say Simon was doing this to prove his claim on you, to ensure Johnny knew where things stood and who you belonged to. And he understood alright.

OK IDK WHAT POSSESED ME AND MADE ME WRITE THIS BUT GOD FUCKING DAMN IM BRICKED UP RN AUGH YOU CAN BET YOUR SILLY LITTLE ASS IM WONKING MY WILLY SO FUCKING HSRD AUGHSHDHEHEH this was inspired by the fact i’m otp w my friend and jjst imagined a silly little scenario so RAH AUNGH

also i think this is the best fic i’ve written so far like UGHA

#simon riley fanfic #call of duty #cod mw2 #cod #cod x reader #cod smut #cod fluff #call of duty x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #simon ghost x reader #ghost call of duty #ghost #ghost cod #john soap mactavish #soap cod #soap mw2 #soap mactavish #john mactavish #call of duty modern warfare #cod mw #mw2 #cod modern warfare #call of duty smut #cod mw2 x reader #ghost x reader

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Unexpected 39

Sequel to Unsolicited

Warnings: non/dubcon, pregnancy, pegging, Lloyd being the worst, post partum, csection, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

The doors of the operating room fade behind you as the anesthetic takes you under. The splitting pain dulls as you sink beneath the veil of artificial sleep. Laced within the clouds of your unconscious you hear the beeping of machines, the clinks of metal tools in the tray, and the deep voice of your unshakeable pest; Lloyd Hansen.

The dread and horror are equally muddled by the intravenous flow. You feel a distant tugging, a plucking deep within, and somewhere beyond, you hear squalling. You’re vaguely aware of the sudden weight taken from you, and that new one that settles in its place. Tight and tender.

You float back to the surface slowly. Wading up above the layers of oblivion until you hear that steady rhythm, feeling it in your chest. That incessant tempo of your pulse mirrored by a digital beep. You groan and suck back a dribble of drool along your lip.

A longer, louder noise rolls from your throat. The pain nips its way through and your lashes flutter lightly, giving short glimpses of the world that awaits you. You hear fussing, low whispers and the soft murmur that responds. Hushing and humming that draws you in.

“Grhhhhsh,” the gibberish slips from your lips and your hand bounces off the rail clumsily.

You open your eyes, vision fuzzy and ears thrumming. A shadow approaches as you turn your head, blinking as you try to see past the sheen of sleep. You smile dopily as your head swims. Your other hand lingers on your thigh and you cautiously feel higher; you’re now doughy where the flesh was once taught.

“Bay-bee,” you pronounce, “girl.”

“Ah, sweet cakes, yes, you have a beautiful daughter,” Dottie’s voice drips into your ears, comforting you as it pools in your chest, “she was just lookin’ for ya.”

“Dot,” you utter weakly.

“Yes’m,” she touches your arm gently, “you want the precious bean?”

“Dot,” you open and close your hand, reaching for her without finding her, “where… Lllllll.” you swallow and lean back heavily, “tired.”

“Here,” Dottie leaves you, returning in an orb of red and pink. She takes your arm and hooks it around the warm bundle she eases onto your chest, “there, there. Look at that cute little peach.”

You look down. You feel the tiny form squirm and your eyes pinpoint on her face. A baby. Your baby? Yes, your daughter. The girl without a name.

“Harlan’s just gone to get the nurse,” she comforts as she stays close, “we’re just waiting to get the paperwork done. She needs a name and all that.”

You stare at the infant. Your heart feels like iron. Still and cold. You curl your lip and turn your chin up.

“Take her,” you murmur.

“You okay, darling?” She rubs your shoulder.

“I said take it. Now,” you demand harshly, “I don’t… I can’t.”

“It’s alright,” Dottie lifts the child from your arm, “you been through a lot, we’ll just give you some time to get your bearings.”

You scowl and don’t say how you don’t think you’ll ever want to hold that thing again. The way it wriggles and whimpers, so quietly. It’s so light and small, it may as well be nothing. 

“Well, whatcha wanna call her?”

“I don’t care,” you sniff, “ask him.”

“Well, we had some ideas but Marion didn’t say which he liked,” she explains as she lays the baby back in the small rolling crib.

“How about Marion? After the father?” You snap dryly.

“Hmm, I dunno,” Dottie hums, “you want some water, I got some here–”

“I don’t want to be here,” you retort and immediately cringe, “I’m… sorry, I’m just…”

There’s no way that baby is yours. You can’t remember anything more than the gripping agony in your gut. And now, the pain persists. All that and for what?

“I’m tired. Hurting,” you lie, only in that it’s not the reason you lashed out.

“Right, honey, that’s okay,” she assures once more.

“Just going to doing a check,” The nurse enters.

You glance up and see Harlan dip in behind her. You smile at him and search behind him, expecting another to follow. Nothing but an empty doorway.

“How’s the pain, scale of one to ten?” The nurse asks as she fiddles with your IV.

“Ten,” you grit out.

“Mmm, we’ll see what we can get you for that,” she says, “gotta make sure you’re able to feed your daughter.”

You frown. Feed? You look down at your swollen chest and moan at the fullness that throbs in your tits. Fuck.

“We can have an advisor come to help you with latching,” the nurse offers, “you should feed soon.”

“Fine,” you shrug. “When can I leave?”

“It’ll be a couple of days so we can keep an eye on your recovery. We’ll make sure you know the proper aftercare before you’re discharged.”

“Days?” You grumble.

“Yes, you have a new incision so you can’t be moving too much. Once you’re home, you’re going to be limited, no lifting, no strenuous activity…”

“Great,” you shake your head.

You stare at your body, deformed beneath the flannel blanket. You can feel it. You're totally ruined. You weren't ever a supermodel but the damage is done. Worn and loose and gross.

“Baby’s getting hungry,” Dottie says softly, “please send in the therapist so we can get her fed.”

You stay silent. The nurse leaves as you glare at the door. He has to show up any minute now.

“Where’s Ll–”

“Now we were just talking about names,” Dottie interjects, “Harley, why don’t you tell her the one you liked.”

“Oh, uh, hope I’m not to forward sayin’ so,” he says.

You look at him. Just say it. At this point, they can choose.

“I liked Luna,” Harlan says, “cause that little moonlight in her nursery, ya see… always liked the looka the moon.”

You nod. It’s pretty. You can’t think of much else and they definitely wouldn’t want you calling her the leech.

“I like Luna,” you agree flatly, “fine with me.”

“Well, that’s a nice name,” Dottie chimes, “yeah, Luna, it suits her. Shining and all.”

“Where is Lloyd?” You ask curtly.

Dottie smiles and looks at Harlan. His lips are straight and set. He swallows tightly.

“Now, hon, he… just went out to deal with some stuff, to make sure you can go home,” she explains, “I’m sure he’ll be back soon.”

“Oh.” You accept bluntly. “Right.”

“Too bad you didn’t see him,” she takes out her phone, “but I got a picture.” She holds up the screen to show you the image of Lloyd holding the bundle child. His eyes are wide as he stares at her. “Baby looks just like you, sweetheart.”

“Does i– she?” You ask.

“Well, I think so,” Dottie says, “but you know, babies always take after their daddies early on.”

You nod and play with the string of the linen gown. You watch the door. Waiting. This isn’t your mistake, it’s his.

#unexpected #lloyd hansen #dark lloyd hansen #dark!lloyd hansen #lloyd hansen x reader #drabble #series #au #sequel #the gray man

[emmania]

LLLLLLL if you call me nerd

#emma watson #girlfriend #bizcocho #nerd girl

[sbnkalny]

TAAAAAAKKEEEEEEE onnnnn MEEEEEEEEEEEE, TAAAAAAKKKKEEEEEEEE MEEEEEEEW OOOOONNNNNNN, i LLLLLLL BEEEEEEEE GONNNEEEEEEWE in a day and it ’s not a living being who can seek cheetahs can run on a wheel that would remain in a Dormant state until disturbed

#QUOTE #DAY 13 #TAAAAAAKKEEEEEEE onnnnn MEEEEEEEEEEEE #TAAAAAAKKKKEEEEEEEE MEEEEEEEW OOOOONNNNNNN #I LLLLLLL BEEEEEEEE GONNNEEEEEEWE In a day Or #TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

[arvale-artist]

TSILON FACTORY BATTLE [SPEEDPAINT]

[Dialouge from the game]

"Tsilon! What have they done to you?"

"Grrr..... They're draining all my energy..... and ... injecting me with .. DIE... something that makes me... lose my .. ..my .. sooo HUNGRY!!! ... EAT THE HUMAN FLESH!! Grrr ... Makes me... lllllll----"

Arvale : Journey of Illusion is an old RPG from 2004.

Arvale (as well as the sequel) can be downloaded for free here on Jaybot7's website, who is the composer and writer of Arvale.

#Arvale #arvale journey of illusion #Duncan Forsythe #tsilon #art #retro rpg #rpg #dragon #drawing #heyyy look! I uploaded on youtube since... years; I think!