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Creator Chose Not To Use Archive WarningsGraphic Depictions Of ViolenceMajor Character DeathRape/Non-ConUnderage Sex
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F/FF/MMulti
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Parahumans Series - Wildbow
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Original Male Character(s)Taylor Hebert | Skitter | WeaverLisa Wilbourn | TattletaleEmma Barnes (Parahumans)Madison ClementsNew Wave (Parahumans)Protectorate East-North-EastOther Character Tags to Be AddedUndersiders (Parahumans)
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Porn With PlotOther Additional Tags to Be AddedCelestial Forge (Celestial Forge CYOA)Celestial System - BordelloCelestial Bordello
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Published:2025-08-08Updated:2026-01-09Words:116,876Chapters:19/?Comments:93Kudos:323Bookmarks:150Hits:37,785
Salvation Through Debauchery
TerraForder
Summary:
It all came together while I was in the shower...
Notes:
(See the end of the work for notes.)
Chapter 1
Chapter Text
It all came together while I was in the shower.
Lucis Alexander Freeman was destined to die.
In another time, under different circumstances, this version of him was going to die in an Empire Eighty Eight initiation.
But these are not the same circumstances.
He wasn't Lucis, not really. He possessed the poor bastard totally, still able to draw upon his memories and personality if need be, but he was conveniently on an extended leave.
When he returned to Winslow, he would be the same, if not a bit motivated from an outside perspective.
He was astoundingly average in personality. The old Lucis, believed that laying low in Winslow would save his life in the long run. He was wrong, but I could understand where he was coming from.
I couldn't understand why he, I, was at Winslow at all.
Adding onto the memories of my old life, there was definitely some overlap. Not to say that I was a genius in my old life, but smart enough to basically blast through high school and college.
It seemed like the old Lucis lacked motivation to grow, fine with coasting through life one day at a time.
Good thing that Lucis is dead.
Turning off the shower, it didn't take me long to look in the mirror, and to be honest?
I was a bit plain.
I was the average black dude in Brockton, I didn't expect anything crazy, maybe something more than a relatively neat haircut.
At least I was tall.
But I wasn't truly worried. I didn't expect to hold this form for too long, thanks to the out of context power gifted to me.
The Celestial Bordello.
I could feel it within my soul, like a river of honey flowing within my chest. It was warm and inviting, it was evil and corrupt, it was sensual, it was painful, it was a gift from a goddess who's face is all but wiped from my memory.
It was my ticket to surviving Brockton Bay.
I knew that it grew with time, and as long as I made an effort to gain strength or have sex, achieve something notable,it would do the same.
Grow, I mean. Not have sex with me.
But I had an innate understanding of the Bordello, maybe not the nuances of the individual abilities I could feel rolling around in my soul, but enough that there are thirteen different categories of power, to encourage my growth and to get me laid.
By any means necessary.
Getting dressed and heading to my bedroom I could feel the Polaroids in my pocket before I could even lock the door behind me.
These were my very first perk, gained with a freebie roll.
[Nude Photos]
One dozen photos, all blurry with no name written on them, waiting to be used.
I knew how it worked, but I had a simple question go through my mind.
What if I put down a cape's name?
Most identities were moot against my meta-knowledge, so it was no issue to write Sophia Hess on one photo and Shadow Stalker on another.
It took a few seconds, but I could see the images sharpen into something more.
One photo was Sophia in the shower, washing her body with a content smile on her face. She was fit, the somewhat hardened muscles easy to see along her body, especially around her arms. Although her chest was nothing to write home about, a bit on the smaller side, her lower half was more than generous. Thick thighs and a surprisingly large bubble butt attached to her, no idea where she was hiding that.
Sophia was always hot, that much was obvious. Here she seemed more stunning, refined even. Made her seem more than the horrid bitch she usually is.
That being said, I would be lying if I said that I didn't imagine the contrast of my cum all over her body.
What can I say, I'm a simple man.
The second photo was interesting, it was Shadow Stalker on a roof, her pants half down, masturbating. Although she not completely naked, it left little to the imagination the way she had a hand under her shirt, tweaking her nipples.
The way this photo seemed, this was unplanned, hasty, and maybe once I get Sophia under my thumb she could treat me to something like this live.
Wait, focus Lucis.
Aside from the naked photos, there were something about them, they were of excellent quality, I could count the individual drops of water flowing down Sophia's body.
Not to mention, Cape photos had their identity covered it seemed, or perhaps in costume? I assume someone like Glory Girl would be in her princess outfit.
Aside from that, it was a normal photo. I needed to find a way to scan and copy these as soon as I could. I knew in my soul I could never really lose it, but you never know when you'll need blackmail material.
Hm.
I need to at least try to 'coerce' someone out of their pants, but on Earth Bet, the last thing I need is to do is be responsible for someone triggering on me and leaving me a fine red paste on the wall.
The first thing I needed to do was make sure whoever I targeted wouldn't backfire too hard, or at least be manageable for me alone.
I had a few Ideas at the least.
But first, I had to plan, at least before school started.
-STD-
Winslow was, for lack of a better term, a shit hole, but it wasn't as bad as Wildblow made it out to be.
Gang violence wasn't plaguing the school and people aren't dying in the middle of the hallways, but it was still something of a dilapidated school. It was clear that whatever funding that existed for the school went to pretty much...anywhere else.
Lockers with terrible locks, graffiti covered up with more graffiti, this place was a mess and a half.
There seemed to be an understanding of sorts between the gangs at the school. As much as they hated each other, bringing too much heat to the school could lead to too much attention, and most of the senior members realized that a good chunk of their non-parahuman force originate here. That might be something to remember in the future if I decide to take down any of the gangs.
But enough about the school, today is about my first target of many, Madison Clements.
One part of the bitches three, and possibly the least dangerous one overall. No rich parents to fall back on unlike Emma, very unlikely to trigger based on my estimates, physically weak unlike Sophia, and although she is 'popular' she doesn't have an almost untouchable reputation. The perfect victim for a blackmail campaign.
The first step though, is learning where she goes on a day to day.
Which is what I would say if Winslow was the size of Arcadia, I had a good chunk of classes with some combination of the trio and Taylor, giving me good understanding of where they were. All I had to do was wait until lunch to slide my note into her locker and that'll get the ball rolling.
Hopefully, this won't take too long. I gave myself a hard one week, not because anything is coming up, but if my power grows at the rate I expect it to, I don't want to waste time on small potatoes like her. Not to mention-
My train of thought was interrupted by a spike of pleasure.
I could feel the flow of the Bordello grow slightly stronger, flowing just a bit easier than before. It was in my veins, but it was easy to feel that flow being blocked by something. It was the Bordello attempting to evolve.
I could feel the rush of energy against the dam, until I felt it almost break-
[Roll Failed]
But it stood tall, if only barely.
That was mildly upsetting, that perk seemed to be a straight upgrade to my body, stamina, strength, overall virility. It's a damn shame it was just out of my reach.
But another aspect of my power reared its head, and after some quick internal coaxing of the Bordello, I was able to keep the flow of energy going. I didn't know when, but I was sure that this blockade could be overcame and I could continue my growth.
But alas, that requires more waiting, and time was something I didn't have a lot of.
Because in about a month's time, Taylor Hebert will be shoved into a locker, triggering her, and ultimately saving Earth Bet at the cost of her sanity and most of her morals.
I for one, want to fuck that curly haired protagonist until she leaves an imprint on a mattress and drunk off my baby batter.
She's not going out like canon Taylor, not on my watch.
Three weeks, three girls to get under my thumb, and one protagonist to keep safe.
Operation: Stop Taylor from Triggering and Make the Trio Submissive is a go.
Name pending.
-STD-
At this point in the timeline, the trio has officially laid off of Taylor, this was because they were preparing for the locker incident.
Not a bad time frame for me to be dropped into, because Taylor is feeling a bit more responsive to the idea of friendship. Not to mention, with Lucis' old memories, the two of them had something a cordial relationship. Nothing to write home about, but it was something.
I decided to start in the lunchroom, since she was sitting in here more often than not., and as I approached her, I started racking my brain about what to say to her.
"Morning Taylor, fine if I sit here?"
Smooth Lucis, real smooth.
She looked up from the book she was reading, and I had to say, she was cute, in an awkward bookworm kind of way. Taylor was a notoriously unreliable narrator, and most things she said could be taken with a grain of salt.
So calling herself ugly? That was her rock bottom self esteem talking.
"Don't you usually sit with Greg?"
Not an outright no, so I saw this as a victory.
"Usually, but he has a tendency to be a bit, uh, much from time to time. He's not bad he's just," I make a motion with my hand, "that, all the time."
She struggled to keep a smile off her face "That's fair, he never really knows when to stop."
At this point I was sitting across form her, "Glad you get it. Honestly, all things considered, he's pretty harmless in compared to the other students here."
"Not very hard to do when the school is filled with drug runners and literal Nazis.
"Yeah, but sometimes all you need is some nerd to talk your ear off about some Aleph game or another to make this place feel half normal at times."
She nodded at that, "I guess so."
I leaned in towards her, bringing my voice to more of a whisper, which was somewhat hard to do with the volume of the cafeteria, "So, how are you feeling?"
She stilled when I got closer, and the look of surprise on her face wasn't completely unexpected.
See, the old Lucis was a bleeding heart, but having something like that in Brockton was akin to a death sentence. But he was oddly always there for Taylor in some way.
Napkins and towels, claiming her as a lab partner before anyone else could. They talked on occasion but there was nothing to talk about at times, and they spoke politely about school and capes, and went about their day. Rinse and repeat for months. In truth, if I never took his place, he would probably be the friend that Taylor needed, maybe something more if he wasn't a total pussy.
It gave me an easy in at the least, the old Lucis was slapping that ketchup bottle for months, now all I had to do was squeeze.
It took a moment for her to respond, "It's been going...better. I don't want to jinx anything."
I nodded in understanding, because she was right. I obviously couldn't say that though.
"That's good. All that being said, I want to apologize." I held up my hand before she could say anything, "Not here, not now. Maybe after school today? Do you want to go to the bookstore or something?"
I could the conflict on her face, morphing from surprise to nervousness, before settling into something more neutral. She really wore her heart on her sleeve, huh?
She nodded, "Um, yeah, that could work. Maybe a bit after school though, I have some schoolwork I want to get done. At the library."
I smiled, it was almost too easy, "Around three thirty then? Perfect, it's a date. Now, what were you reading? I don't usually read fiction from Aleph."
I could almost feel her latch onto the line I threw her, looking for an easy out to avoid thinking about our meetup later.
As I half listened to the story she was explaining, being sure to smile and nod at the best times, I could feel the Bordello strengthen once again.
It took no time for the river of power to burst through the blockade, and I could feel the way my body was changing.
[Body Blessed By Hylia]
The change wasn't drastic, but It simply added muscles, stamina, a little bit more of everything to what I already had. Seven years worth of combat experience stuffed into my brain, making me sit a bit straighter in my seat.
Hylia's chosen were strong, but they were far from bulging. They were streamlined, perfected, sculpted by the goddess.
I was now among one of them.
I could feel the flow running again, crashing against a relatively weak barrier. Some kind of ability with utility. Setting my power it to maintain its course, I fully pay attention to Taylor.
She was cute when she was passionate, She had a tendency to talk with her hands when she was explaining something.
Yeah, there's no way in hell I'm letting her trigger.
-STD-
As I walked with Taylor to class, I lagged behind a bit, saying I wanted to grab something from my locker.
She went on ahead, and as I went back, I used the bustle of people moving between classes to slip a small envelope into Madison's locker.
All it had was a picture of herself, posing naked in a mirror.
I had no issue losing that photo, I'd get more to use by next week, but I just wanted to send a message.
It was simple, it was clean, and it would be the first step of many that would eventually lead to her to not only being a better person, but also my personal cocksleeve.
I am a simple man with simple desires.
When I actually made it to class, I took a seat next to Taylor, directly to her right.
Even if the Trio stopped bullying her for a time, the last thing I wanted to do was tempt fate by letting them box her in.
I nodded to Taylor as she did her bit of studying before class, she returned a small wave back.
Not bad progress if I say so myself.
I watched as, the rest of the class walked in, and seeing the Trio with my own eyes?
Yeah, it's no wonder they got away with so much.
Madison was cute, but it was clear she was milking it. Pigtails and bright clothing seemed to help, but everyone else ate it up. Sophia looked more threatening, but the jeans she was wearing did nothing to hide her strong legs. The permanent scowl on her face didn't help at all, but to be fair, most parahumans had a bad case of resting bitch face.
But Emma?
Holy shit, she was a bombshell.
Tall and curvy, she seemed to be strutting towards her desk when she walked through the classroom. The sashay of her hips were hypnotizing, and it wasn't hard to see that she had some meat on her bones. Her skin looked flawless and her lips looked full, and although there was no doubt in my mind this was done through makeup, it didn't make my observations any less valid.
All of this before mentioning her fiery red hair that bounced with every step and her rather...generous chest.
Yeah, if I was a girl and I was being bullied by these three, my confidence would be in the fucking toilet.
I must have been staring, because I made eye contact with her.
She didn't say anything, but she did smile and give me a small wink before she passed me.
That was...odd.
The old me hasn't said more than ten words to her at all, so it was a bit strange.
Maybe it was a genuine smile, but her sending a wink my way right after I sat with Taylor in the lunchroom? Way too convenient.
I didn't want to get played, but the Bordello might help me turn a situation like that around.
I lightly pinched myself in the arm to pay attention to the class that was about to start. I needed to focus, if I got distracted by every pretty face in Brockton I wouldn't get anything done. Emma and whatever headaches she brought would have to wait. My full focus needed to be on my impromptu date with Taylor and establishing control over Madison.
The rest would come with time.
-STD-
Not much happened by the time school ended, but I did notice Madison at her locker. She was alone and I was half tempted to wait until she opened it just to see her reaction, but that would lead to returning to the scene of the crime. I don't think I would be considered a suspect, but better to be safe than sorry.
No, I was more focused on the afternoon I was about to spend with Taylor. I didn't have time to run back home to drop off my backpack, but I could survive lugging it around for now.
I didn't have to wait long for Taylor, she showed up not long after I did, but I could tell that she was far from relaxed. She was nervous, and I couldn't help but wonder what she could be thinking of me right now.
Could I be a friend? A foe? Someone to ignore until proven trustworthy?
I couldn't wait to find out.
"Howdy Taylor, thanks for not leaving me to dry."
"You said you wanted to apologize. Before we go inside I want to hear that." She was looking up at me, her face set in a frown. It didn't look like that she was budging on this at all.
I raised an eyebrow at that. I would prefer to do this somewhere a bit more private, maybe even in the back of the store, hidden behinds shelves and shelves of literature. But I could work with this too.
"As long as you're sure?" I said, giving her one more moment to think about it.
She didn't falter at all, nodding her head at my question. I could,at the very least, respect that.
"I'm sorry for not doing more in the whole...situation regarding Emma, Madison, and Sophia"
"You can say bullying," She interrupted me, "call it what it was."
"OK, it was bullying. They were bullying you and I was too much of a pussy to do anything. I stood there and watched like everyone else, and although I was on your side, I could have done so much more. I could have gone to a teacher, or been a witness, or anything like that. But I clammed up and tried my best to not be a target."
Taylor was about to say something, but I was on a roll, letting the memories and feelings of the old Lucis leak through in a way I didn't think possible.
"So Taylor, I'm sorry. I know I didn't do enough. Will you give me another chance?"
I found that I was being honest, in a way. These feelings were real and I couldn't find the audacity to stop myself and think of anything else to say.
She was silent for a moment, and I could see...something behind her eyes, but I couldn't pinpoint what it was. I was nervous that I said too much too fast.
Until she looked up at me and started speaking.
"You did...more than enough for me Lucis. And yeah, you didn't stand up for me but no one else really did either. I know Emma scared a lot of people away from me, yet there you were." she sounded confident, more confident than anything I ever saw. A small smile grew on her face, "And don't think I didn't notice you trying to work with me all the time in Gladly's class."
"So you noticed," I chuckled, "Didn't think I was being obvious in helping you out."
"You were about as subtle as a brick." She started to walk inside the store, "Now come on, I wanna see if they have the Silmarillion here. Feels impossible to grab anywhere else."
"I didn't hear a I forgive you just yet." Following her inside, I couldn't help but notice how well that went. Jesus, QA must have really fucked with her.
"Because I don't forgive you just yet," She turned back to me, a larger smile than before on her face, "Feel free to try though, I accept bribes in the form of hardcovers."
I stood there for a moment. I could feel something change between us. She was joking with me, and I was throwing them back like nothing happened. It felt just a bit too easy. Be it from the old me setting me up to succeed, or Taylor's own hormones latching onto the first boy to give her positive attention in years without being annoying, I wasn't sure which one it was.
One part of me wanted to abuse that, but another part saw the vulnerability and trust she was showing me. Maybe the last bit of trust she had left before Emma and her cronies crushed the rest of it. I was at an impasse at what I wanted from her.
Regardless of what I wanted, I knew the end result would be the same; Be it through passion or brutality, she'll be happy with me.
Huh, I might be becoming obsessed with Taylor.
-STD-
I wasn't exactly rich, not in this life. Maybe eight hundred total to my name, and without a way to make real spending money, I was limited in what I could buy. My dad gave me an occasional allowance, and I rarely spent it on anything, so with the money collecting dust, I had no issue at least offering to buy Taylor a few things.
As she went on to find Tolkien's works, I could feel my power start to grow, enough to overcome the relatively weak barrier that was there. I could feel memories of various people enter my mind, all of them magical in nature.
[Magic Tricks: Sacred]
Fire Emblem Magic. This was a game changer, and although this specialty was more attuned to support, let it be known that any kind of magic put me a whole head and shoulders above most capes. Now I needed to find a way to test its limits.
Going to the hospital would be good, but that would put me on the PRT's radar way too early. I wanted to at least have some kind of transformation ability to separate myself from the cape scene.
Combat magic, on the other hand, felt much easier. It was good to know that I had some form of offense in Brockton. It wasn't something that would make me Cauldron proof, but it was a good start.
I could feel the Bordello trying to reach for more power, but alas, another blockade. I could tell it was some sort of...alternate form for sure. Was it coincidental that led to the Bordello trying to give me a transformation of some sort when I mentioned it or could I subconsciously direct it to roll in the categories I desired?
Something to test out later.
Maybe I should start coalescing my power a bit more. I knew that there were truly powerful abilities in the Bordello, so chomping at the bit at every single one would probably leave me...unsatisfied, I think.
While this was happening in my mind, Taylor finally came back.
"Found it!" Showing me Tolkien's Silmarillion, a book that I never read, in this life or the last.
I could feel my wallet get lighter.
"You don't do things by half, do you Taylor?"
"Don't blame me, you knew this was gonna happen when you offered."
She placed the hardcover in a basket I was holding, leaving me with the weight of an author who didn't know when to stop. "Now you can't just stand there the whole time, let's find something for you too."
I followed her as we went through the shelves, "Maybe I'll read Lord of the Rings? I think I can trust your taste in books."
"It's not for everyone, it's a bit dense at times and can really drag on if you don't like his kind of storytelling," she explained. "As in, if you don't like pages on pages of background information, it might bore you."
I chuckled at that, "That might be fair. Maybe I should start somewhere else. Maybe 'The Cat in the Hat'?"
That got her to giggle, which were absolutely adorable, showing a small smile that reinforced my goal of making sure she ended up happy.
"I think we can find you a book that won't take you minutes to read." She started looking through some of the shelves, before she grabbed one and handed it to me. "This series was written a while ago, but the author did say he was inspired by Tolkien in an interview."
In my hands was 'A Game of Thrones'.
I was reading the back of the book before Taylor continued, "He finished the anthology a while ago, and I think he retired afterwards."
That stopped me, for a moment.
"Taylor? How many books are there in this series?"
"Seven, why?"
It was at this moment, I realized that although Earth Bet had it's own set of issues, this life, it was all about appreciating the little things.
Needless to say, Both me and Taylor left the bookstore happy.
-STD-
"Thanks for inviting me Lucis, it was nice to get out of the house for a bit."
We were walking, and from what I knew, we started to approach the general direction of the bus stop; I would have asked to walk her home, but that may have been moving too fast. Slow and steady and all that jazz.
But I could live with just making sure she got home safe. "There's no need to thank me Taylor, I just wanted to, ah, make up for everything."
"You don't need to keep apologizing." She looked at me, her eyes suddenly softer than before, "Just...don't make me regret trusting you."
I didn't say anything to her at first, but I held out a hand to her. "We can shake on it, if that makes you feel a little better."
"What are we, execs at Medhall?" she snorted, but still grabbed my hand.
"You're stuck with me Taylor. I'm not going anywhere." While I lightly shook her hand, I decided to cast something on her, innocuous and untraceable by normal means.
A tracking spell.
The memories provided by the Bordello did most of the heavy lifting, but it was good enough. For now, all I had to do was think about where she was and I could track her with no issue.
Now she's really stuck with me.
"So you say. I can get my way home from here. You should do the same before it gets too dangerous."
"Alright alright, I'll go. Don't worry about me too much now."
She let go of my hand and I thought for a moment.
I grabbed a journal from my bag, writing something down before ripping out the page. "Here, just in case."
She took it before tilting her head. "It's a phone number."
"More importantly, it's my phone number. Call me whenever you want to do this again."
Taylor stared at it, "I don't have a cellphone." She deadpanned.
"Ah, that's fine. Use your home phone or something. I have no problem talking instead of texting."
"Is that so? I'll be sure to call."
Before I could say anything else, I could see the bus approaching, so I took that as a sign. "That's my queue. I'll see you tomorrow, and maybe I can annoy you about Game of Thrones when I get the chance."
She waved at me while she got on the bus, and as it drove off, I couldn't ignore the warm feeling in my chest. For once, it wasn't the Bordello.
Maybe the old Lucis is leaking into me more than I thought. I shouldn't be falling for this nerd so fast.
-STD-
The walk home was uneventful, thank god. I lived in a nicer part of town, and the chances of running into Empire were low, but not zero.
Not until I wiped them off the map.
I was pretty adamant about doing that, nothing was really lost if they were gone. Sure, there might be a power vacuum, but I could at least try and play nice with the PRT to ensure that they don't choke when it came to taking back the territory.
The house was what I expected; Empty aside from a note from Lucis' or my father now.
I grew up in a single parent household before coming here, and I think it was some sort of cosmic joke to make me the son of a single father this time. Was it so hard to at least give me both parents for once?
According to my memories, my father, Alexander Johnathan Freeman was a rich man that spent more time traveling for work as opposed to actually being home, and while that usually is a recipe for resentment, the Freemans enjoyed their privacy, and while they may not be the closest of family members, there was love there.
Having a father's love that I could feel leaking from the old Lucis, the old me, was odd. I was unfamiliar with it.
So instead I decided to experiment with these new spells for a bit.
From what I understood, elemental combat magic was supposed to be easy, and I wanted to test my capacity for casting spells.
Changing into a pair of sweatpants and a white tank top, I made my way into the basement.
Not much was there, a concrete floor and being almost completely underground gave me some privacy.
I could feel the Bordello strengthening again, and I let the flow wash over me totally for once, instead of just letting it happen in the background of my mind. If I had to describe it, it was like dipping my body into a hot tub. It was a type of burning that relaxed your muscles and left me feeling refreshed. I didn't even realize I closed my eyes until I opened them.
[Demonic Might]
I could feel a mental switch, and I knew if I flicked it, I would be transformed. That much I could tell, and as much I wanted to just do it, I had other things to do first. Magic being the most pertinent.
I didn't feel anything that felt like mana or magicka under my skin. The Bordello was somewhat overwhelming in that regard, so in truth the memories stuffed by it was all I had to go on.
It took no effort to form a small ball of fire in my palm. It was warm, weighed almost nothing, and I could feel my connection with it. It was nothing but an extension of myself. After another thought, it was turned into a ball of crackling lightning. Static-y, bright, and energized. One more and I had a ball of air. Free, green tinted, and even at such a low level of strength, felt like it was sharp enough to cut through my palm.
It was almost too easy, until I started to create a small ball of light.
It was radiant, it was bright, and I could feel ways to shape it like clay.
First it was a sphere, then it turned to a cube. I put my hands together and poured a bit more...something into it and as I unclasped them, a thin cylinder of light started to form.
I was able to feel it, even as I put my own hands down. The pole is floating in the air, moving in time with my breathing, but still steady.
This was...different.
It was going to be a long night.
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