for Toy Maker's Daughter Book One: Stone of Philosophers4/11/2021 c1 Guest
Lazy bitch genderbending self insert. Fuck off.
Lazy bitch genderbending self insert. Fuck off.
1/17/2021 c27 SlytherinLoverGirl1200
Hoodie last name has been given in marble hornets his last name is Thomas so his real name would be Brain Thomas
Hoodie last name has been given in marble hornets his last name is Thomas so his real name would be Brain Thomas
12/31/2020 c40 
4JustAnotherMarvelFanGirl881
I really enjoyed reading this..
It's because of awesome stories like this, that got me into the Creepypasta's and Harry Potter crossovers..
4JustAnotherMarvelFanGirl881I really enjoyed reading this..
It's because of awesome stories like this, that got me into the Creepypasta's and Harry Potter crossovers..
10/15/2020 c7 SleepyFluffball
I couldn’t stop laughing at “Tony was a hyper active pyro that wasn’t allowed to cook since he tended to burn everything even water.” He’d give Homer Simpson a run for his money in a burning contest of food.
I couldn’t stop laughing at “Tony was a hyper active pyro that wasn’t allowed to cook since he tended to burn everything even water.” He’d give Homer Simpson a run for his money in a burning contest of food.
4/10/2020 c6 Savaton
I see theirs finally someone who gets it. I've never actually been afraid of death myself. Ever since my mom explained the concept of death to me I haven't been afraid. I think I must have been 5 or so. I know I wasn't 6 yet as we hadn't moved yet and I doubt I was 4 as I feel like that would have been to young to understand properly. But I distinctly remember that she told me that there is noting to fear of death. And as I've grown I have come to realise that she was most certainly right. Just look at my aunt she had been going in a downward spiral of insanity since she was a kid and it just got worse for her the older she got. She was 15 different people each with a completely different personality and set of memories. She had so many mental illnesses that I can't count them all. It got to a point where she just couldn't be happy any more. The only light in her life was her cat and even then she was so gad damn broken that she tried to poison hersrlfe many times. She finaly sucseded in suicide a few yars ago when she took an entire box of sleeping pills and went to sleep in front of her garage in the middle of winter. May her soul find the peace she deserves in the afterlife. My sister now takes care of her cat and he and her cat as well as the stray that moved in to their garden recently became fast friends. My aunt's cat is the alpha male of the area and does not condone violence at all. Anyone who gets in a fight will be slapped in the face and then sat on until they give up. He is a big boy so it works. Big as in he has a large build not he's fat. Anyway enough of my ranting.
In other news I really am likeing this story so far. Good work. And thank you for making it.
Have a nice day and good bye.
I see theirs finally someone who gets it. I've never actually been afraid of death myself. Ever since my mom explained the concept of death to me I haven't been afraid. I think I must have been 5 or so. I know I wasn't 6 yet as we hadn't moved yet and I doubt I was 4 as I feel like that would have been to young to understand properly. But I distinctly remember that she told me that there is noting to fear of death. And as I've grown I have come to realise that she was most certainly right. Just look at my aunt she had been going in a downward spiral of insanity since she was a kid and it just got worse for her the older she got. She was 15 different people each with a completely different personality and set of memories. She had so many mental illnesses that I can't count them all. It got to a point where she just couldn't be happy any more. The only light in her life was her cat and even then she was so gad damn broken that she tried to poison hersrlfe many times. She finaly sucseded in suicide a few yars ago when she took an entire box of sleeping pills and went to sleep in front of her garage in the middle of winter. May her soul find the peace she deserves in the afterlife. My sister now takes care of her cat and he and her cat as well as the stray that moved in to their garden recently became fast friends. My aunt's cat is the alpha male of the area and does not condone violence at all. Anyone who gets in a fight will be slapped in the face and then sat on until they give up. He is a big boy so it works. Big as in he has a large build not he's fat. Anyway enough of my ranting.
In other news I really am likeing this story so far. Good work. And thank you for making it.
Have a nice day and good bye.