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I’m back, with some ideas!

Hello, howdy, hi. Finally, I’ve found it in me to write something with passion behind it, a few series that I’ve had in the back of my mind and waiting to be pursuit.

SERIES I WANT TO WRITE

Spider-Verse rewrite - Reader is written in place of Miles Morales. It won’t be an exact retelling. Thinking about titling it ‘Wrong Person, Wrong Time’ or some shit idk I’ll figure it out.

The Amazing Spider-Man 3, “Alone” - Reader is tasm!Peter Parker’s son. Revolves around the reader going through a rebellious phase and wanting to “be Spider-Man.” Takes place around No Way Home, during the time Peter isn’t exactly around. Reader learns what it’s like to be Spider-Man.

The Winter Soldier and Black Widow’s kid - I’ll find a title for it later. It’s based off of this incomplete series I found on tumblr a while back, I’ll link it here if I find it again. Natasha Romanoff x Bucky Barnes.

How to Train Your Dragon “Bastard Child” - May or may not write this one, but its first chapter IS in my notes app, so maybe. Takes place after the third movie, where Reader is the child of Hiccup and Astrid. Reader rediscovers dragons. Maybe. Not too confident about this one, but still.

”Spider-Girl” MCU - Another one based off of another story. This time, found off of Quotev. Retelling of MCU Peter Parker with a kid attached to it. I’ll link it once I find it.

Eddsworld - Once again, another series that’s based off of a fanfic I read a while back off of Quotev. I was desperate, okay? But, it was a damn good one that inspired me to write. I’ll link it here once I find it.

And maybe, MAYBE an Aphmau x Reader thing. - Sue me, the series is coming back in fall, I believe. Let me indulge.

Things I’d love to revisit!

I’d love to expand on and explore the Tony Stark x Son!Reader headcanons. If y’all would request something involving the same version of the Reader, I’d love to indulge.

Any of y’all remember Loki x Child!Reader? I’d love to expand and remake what I had done before.

Friend/Sibling readers are on the table.

And, very hesitantly, I’m more open to romantic requests. Now, I’m not THAT open. But, I’m willing to occasionally indulge you all.

Thank you for reading!

TLDR: I’m back and I have some fanfic series shit in the works. Like, properly.

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My bad a fellow friend said their Tumblr was uh spoon slayer is that you mb if it's not LOL

-auntie coal

you’ve found me! YES, ITS ME PEBBLE 💀 for more proof if you need it, my display name was SimplyMe

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Can I request headcanons about being Tony Starks son?

Being Tony Stark’s Son

Tony Stark x Son!Reader [MASTERLIST] SUMMARY: The life of Tony Stark’s son through the years. WARNINGS: Mentions of death, kidnapping, grief. A/N: So sorry for the late reply, so much has happened. I understand you had requested this in 2024 and it’s now 2025. I didn’t expect it to take me so long. I’m not going to go into detail on why, as it’s personal. I hope that I had written this to your liking. This is headcanons, so it’s going to be bulleted. So much shit happened that I had to push it to the side. I hope you enjoy! [GIF NOT MINE]

Of course, you were a product of a one night stand.

Your mother hooked up with your father one fateful 2006/7 night and of course she got pregnant.

A party and many drinks later led to your very existence.

Your father had never shared what happened with your mother, how he had gotten custody over you. So, there’s that part of the story you’ll never know the answer to.

Not that it mattered. She’s not around to tell her story, and knowing how you got here wasn’t going to change what happened to you.

Now, your father wasn’t the best in the beginning. Leaving you with babysitter after babysitter. Well, they were more like nannies that often got switched out. After all, he was still a playboy. Becoming a father would do little to hinder his lifestyle.

Until he became Ironman. You were about two when it happened, your only memory of the event was your father’s assistant. Was she an assistant? God, you can’t remember. She took care of you during his absence, when he was in that foreign country assumed to be dead.

If anything, the moment your father became Ironman was the moment he became a dad. Not your birth, not the moment he held you. The moment he grew into a better father was the moment he became Ironman.

The whole arc reactor thing mesmerized you. Your eyes would be glued to his chest as it glowed in dim lighting.

If anyone asked you what happened between the day your father became Ironman to the day the Avengers saved the world for the first time, you’d honestly wouldn’t be able to answer them. Those years hadn’t much to remember. After all, you were still a child during this time. If anything, the most adventure you had during those years was preschool, happy driving you around and being a begrudging babysitter when you were left unattended. As much as Peppy Potts (as you were to call her, her name wasn’t as easy as one would assume,) adored you, she was no babysitter.

Hell, even a brief memory of silent plans your father made in the case of his death would cross your mind. He was hiding a lot, those days.

Getting picked up in a non-extravagant vehicle was something that your father wasn’t too keen on. He was a flashy man with gimmicks only the rich could partake. And yet, it was done to keep you safe. Hell, you even had a false last name for the first few years of your life. You were too young to protect yourself. It was quickly done after some paparazzi got a whiff of the school you were attending and crowded the school just as you were getting out.

It was a stupid last name, too. It was a wonder you weren’t bullied by four year olds. Or kidnapped. Honestly, you were too trusting, too loving.

Well, you were kidnapped that one time. Loki got you. Thats honestly how you remember some bits and pieces of it all. It was such a scary few days. Spent a while shaking and bundled up. Met a few heros and spent quite a bit of time with your father. Once again, this triggered another onslaught of changes with your father. He spent time with you. An actual father.

The more you think about it, the more you realize you were far too young to comprehend the majority events of your past. The big bads, the small things. All you really remember is being a kid. You heard almost everything second-hand. You were there for such small increments, pushed off before it was too dangerous.

When Ultron came to fruition and the world’s safety was at risk, you were, once more, sent away. However, you remembered this one. You stayed with the Barton family once the Avengers had been sent there. You were roughly eight or so.

Clint’s kids were great, though. So was his wife. They were fun to play with. Especially Lila, she was closer to your age. Called Natasha her aunt. You want to call Natasha your aunt, too. A privilege that you had shyly asked for right before you were properly entrusted and left with the family.

Aunt Nat said yes.

You helped Mrs.Barton, as you were too afraid to ask her for her name, with whatever she asked her children of. You felt it would be unfair otherwise. Despite the insurance, you pushed on.

Lila played dolls with you, chased you through the fields. It was fun. Best friends forever, you’d say with a grin.

Going back home was not fun. Saying goodbye to the Barton’s tearfully, your father had begrudgingly agreed to let you visit sparsely. But visit nonetheless.

Your family got a little bigger.

Hell, you even got the guts to shyly ask Peppy to be your mom. By then, she had been dating your father and been such a big part of your life that she qualified for the title. Even took over driving you to and from school. Of course, with a normal looking car.

Your first birthday party that you properly enjoyed also happened in this time. You had friends attending, your father attending, your newfound mother attending. Even new aunts and uncles.

You even qualified for the gifted program. However, you contested. You were a smart kid, smarts practically ran in the family. But you didn’t want to change classes. You wanted to remain in the same classes as your friends. The need to nurture your smarts may not have occurred in school but it had with afterschool activities.

Tutors and small projects in which your help was enlisted had proved very valuable. In which you had showcased immense understanding.

At the staggering age of 9-10, during the time of what the press dubbed as ‘civil war,’ the enactment of the Superhero Registration Act, you were accepted into the Stark Internship. One of many, really. Without bias. One would assume it held some considering your age, but your father insisted, as well as your mother, it be done the proper way.

You were surrounded by teenagers, older than you. Even adults. Few got into the program. Including a rather nervous and anxious Peter Parker. Your father liked him. A lot. Hell, because of this you were in proximity with Peter often. Knew of his secrets.

”Peter,” you’d find yourself leaning over the teen’s shoulder one afternoon. He was having lunch with your father.

”Yeah?”

”Can you show me some cool tricks?”

Peter would look between you and your father. Nervous. “Go ahead,” your father would say.

Your favorite super hero, from then on, was Spider-Man. He became your favorite hero. Your big brother. Your babysitter. Ned Leeds, as you learned his name from Peter, asked you a plentiful of questions that you hardly knew the answer to once you met him. Primarily about what happened during those aforementioned fights you never witnessed.

About when you got kidnapped. That’s when Peter’s blood ran cold, panicking. You assured them it was fine. You hardly remembered it. Just bits and pieces. It doesn’t scare you anymore.

Life went on. Your father had a fight with Peter, Peter lost his internship, Peter got back his internship. He was still your older brother.

Now, once more, you were left out of it. But, the Blip, you were at school when it happened. Your father out in space and your mother worrying like no tomorrow. The last bell and you were on your way to the car. Students around you fizzled to nothing, parents and teachers too. You yelped, running to your mother.

A lot of calls were made. No Lila, no Peter, no dad. Your world crumbled, grades plummeting.

And then dad came home, skeletal.

There was a few weeks of finding a new normal. Mourning was not easy. Classes were quiet. And the impromptu move. Your parents got married and you were an older brother.

You started highschool. And honestly? It was rough. You thought about life a lot. You were being sent to Peter’s highschool, something you begged for once you entered middle school. You always wanted to be like him.

At 15 your father allowed you to tinker with some suits. Much like the anniversary gift for your mother, you were allowed to make your own. Not for proper use just yet, for experience. And for a father-son bonding. Sue him, you grew out of playing catch at seven and had been itching to create something remotely similar to the Ironman suit for years now. Might as well allow you to do something remotely similar under supervision.

Family time happened often. With Morgan constantly asking you to play with her, or mom asking you to help her with cooking. And, with dad consistently aiding you in this project.

You were never alone.

And then dad died and so many people came back from the dead.

Lila was still that kid. You were older than her now instead of the other way around. You desperately wanted to remain friends with her, best friends, but you felt odd, awkward.

Peter Parker wasn’t your big brother anymore. He was your equal. He was a grade ahead of you, and you shared electives. It was… So weird.

”Look… Look at how big you’ve gotten,” Peter would breathe once he got a good look at you, hands settling on your shoulders. “Oh, man. You… You look like…”

”My dad?”

”Yeah.”

You’ve been getting that one a lot now. You’ve grown into your features. Many of which recognizable and comparable to your father’s. It broke you once your mother pointed it out one day. A gentle hand resting upon your shoulder as you gone through a box of his old blueprints. “You look like your father, you know. Got his smile, his nose, his hair,” she’d tease by scrunching your your hair. You’d laugh it off, biting your cheek as a pit opened in your stomach.

Depression and anguish ate away at your limbs, the funeral taking more from you. Locked away in that bedroom, your sister would sit outside and ask you to come play. Despite having gained them back, you’ve felt… So lonely.

Peter dropped by often. A request from your mother. It was weird. This all felt wrong. Lila, too. Despite the age difference between you two, she insisted upon maintaining the friendship she still felt you had.

It’s hard. But it’ll get easier. An assurance.

They’d help you.

You started working on the suit again. And day by day, it’ll get easier. Just stay in contact with those you love. Make friends.

”The road to recovery ain’t easy, bud,” your mother would say on the harder days. A hand pressed firmly to your back. “What matters is you do what you can to get through it.”

And you took it to heart.

It’s finally done. Once again, I apologize for how long it has taken. Let me know if I need to fix anything, there’s any errors, or inconsistencies. Or, if it’s just plain bad. I hope you liked this and if you’d like me to expand on this, let me know!

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TASM Peter Parker x TASM Gwen x Son reader

Okay, so this is an AU where Gwen doesn't die and she and Peter stay together and Gwen gets pregnant. Maybe you can write that she goes into labor and Peter has a cute fluff moment with being able to hold/see his son and Peter trying to calm him down.

Or

TASM Peter Parker x Son Reader

Peter is a single dad and it's his son's first doctor's appointment in the end, the reader has to get a shot and gets scared so Peter does his best to calm him down.

[Sorry I need fluff right now]

Shots Aren’t That Bad

TASM!Peter Parker x Son!Reader [MASTER LIST] SUMMARY: Peter hasn’t been a proper father in so long. So, when you begin to throw a fit over needing shots, he doesn’t know how to handle it. WARNINGS: Needles, shots, Doctor Offices + Brief mentions of depression and death. A/N: Hello! I’m back, and you’re the first request I’m writing for! I tweaked it a bit, so let me know if you didn’t want that! Please excuse how long it’s taken me to write this, I’m trying to get back into the groove of things. Let me know about any mistakes in my writing, and I’ll get to fixing it soon. Enjoy! [GIF NOT MINE]

Peter honestly didn’t know how his uncle did it, taking a kid to a scheduled appointment for shots. Having to wrestle the petrified kid to sit still long enough for a shot to the arm.

Because, right now, he had to sooth a screaming five year old. Sure, it would’ve been nice to have some help but he had to learn to do this himself. He wasn’t sixteen anymore, he was almost twenty-one. Aunt May won’t always be there to help him.

Peter’s depression after Gwen’s death lasted far too long for his liking. He missed out on quite a bit and had a lot of… For a lack of better words, ‘dad duties’ to catch up on. And, god forbid, it was hard. Really hard.

Frustration bubbled through his chest as soon as the doctor left the room. When his five year old son, You, immediately turned to beg for a way out of getting a shot. Pleading.

“Daddy,” you began, fingers moving to curl into Peter’s shirt. Peter gritted his teeth. He shouldn’t get frustrated with you, but he couldn’t help it. It’s been so long since he’d last dealt with a potential tantrum, so his skills lacked and his knowledge failed.

Why did he have to fall into that deep depression? This all would’ve been so much easier if he hadn’t closed himself off.

“You’re getting that shot,” Peter lifted his hand, brushing his fingers delicately through your hair. It did little to sedate your fear. And honestly? Peter didn’t expect it to. So he was far from surprised on how you reacted. “I know it’s scary, buddy, but afterwards we’re going to get some food.”

“Daddy,” you repeated, voice growing louder. Peter grimaced. A tantrum was imminent, and he was dreading its approach. Your bottom lip trembled in the pout you had mustered, eyes tearful and cheeks just about to be streaked with tears. “I don’t want it, it’s gonna hurt.”

“I know. It’ll be over before you know it. Just, bear with me here. Don’t cry, please don’t cry,” Peter damn near pleaded. His hands moved from your hair to cradle your face. You’ve grown to fit into his palms comfortably. Peter ignored the dull ache in his chest at the realization.

He’d missed it.

“It’s going to hurt,” You repeated. You were crying now, grabbing at his shirt. “It always hurts,” Peter grit his teeth. He had to stay calm. You were just a child, of course you had fears and trouble with regulating your emotions. He wiped some tears.

“Please,” You pleaded. This wasn’t going to work on him. But, it didn’t hurt to try.

“Kid,” Peter spoke more sternly now. “No. C’mon, there has to be something to calm you…” Peter muttered, more to himself than to you.

There had to be something to sedate this fear. Something had to work, something had to give. And, despite all his efforts, it led to screaming. (Of course it did, or else it wouldn’t have been mentioned at the beginning of this story.)

Frustration had finally seeped from his chest and into his head, clouding his mind as tears, too, flooded his eyes. And that was what got you to cease your screaming and crying, reduced to hiccups as your father damn near sobbed from the frustration you were bringing him.

Guilt. You felt guilt numb your fears. “Daddy…?” You wiped your face haphazardly, hands now wet with salty tears from your short lived tantrum.

“What?” Peter replied, exasperated. He had long since backed away from you, hands now clutching at his hair and tugging lightly. He had even sat himself down on the seat beside the examination table you sat upon. His tone was harsh, tired. Once he got a look at your face, your reaction, he sighed and softened up. “What is it?”

You didn’t reply for a moment, silently studying him. Something you picked up during his absence from your life. From a young age, you had to adapt to mood swings between good days and bad days. Where your father was energized enough to Sit and watch a movie to the days he’d lay in bed, easily irritated by your presence and getting Aunt May to take care of you. You learned to tell his mood from it.

From what you saw, he wasn’t a ‘Happy Daddy,’ or a ‘Mad Daddy.’ Neither of those categories were linear but just a general sense of if he was in a mood or not. Rather, this one, was more of a ‘Sad Daddy.’ (The system of which you developed wasn’t full proof. As, sometimes he looked happy when he was sad.)

With this assessment, you briefly fidgeted with the hem of your shirt, tugging on it for just a moment. “I’m sorry.” Your voice was quiet, meek.

And Peter paused. He’d heard that tone before, many times. From the days he’d lay in bed, mindlessly scrolling and groaning in disdain that his Son even requested his attention and called for his Aunt to get you. (He’ll never forgive himself for those days. He was going to rebuild this relationship with his son.)

“It’s okay, I…” Peter stopped, wetting his lips. He was back to standing. “It’s okay. I just got frustrated, that’s all. It’s okay,” he reassured.

“I’ll get the shot,” You continued, watching as Peter gently grasped your hands in his. “I won’t cry, I promise. I’ll be a big boy.”

Peter honestly didn’t like how you were acting. Not in the sense it made him angry, more so… Sad. Guilty. You were trying to act mature, trying to seem less like a little boy and more like an understanding adult. “You can cry. Don’t… Don’t act like this, please. It’s.. I…” Peter struggled. He couldn’t find the right words, really. “Crying shows you’re strong..?” Was that the right thing to say? God damn it. He didn’t know what he was doing and it showed. Next time Aunt May gives him unsolicited parenting advice, he’s going to listen.

Well, at least you stopped crying.

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REQUESTS OPEN

OKAY!!! Hello, I think you’ve all noticed quite a few changes!

I’m opening up requests now! I’m sorry for all my previous inbox requests that probably won’t get answers. Check out my master list to see what I’m writing for. Don’t be afraid to do a pairing, too!

:)

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I know what you are.

… uh oh

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My other Social Media accounts

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AO3 (Archive Of Our Own)

Wattpad

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DETROIT: BECOME HUMAN

Connor

[Nothing here yet.]

Kara

[Nothing here yet.]

Markus

[Nothing here yet.]

Hank Anderson

[Nothing here yet.]

Gavin Reed

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MARBLE HORNETS

Tim Wright

[Nothing here yet.]

Brian Thomas

[Nothing here yet.]

Alex Kralie

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Jay Merrick

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SPIDER-VERSE

Miles Morales

[Nothing here yet.]

Peter B. Parker

[Nothing here yet.]

Gwen Stacy

[Nothing here yet.]

Miguel O’Hara

[Nothing here yet.]

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MARVEL

TASM (The Amazing Spider-Man)

Peter Parker

Shots Aren’t That Bad [Son!Reader] Peter hasn’t been a proper father in so long. So, when you begin to throw a fit over needing shots, he doesn’t know how to handle it.

Gwen

[Nothing here yet.]

Aunt May

[Nothing here yet.]

Uncle Ben

[Nothing here yet.]

MCU (Marvel Cinematic Universe)

Peter Parker

[Nothing here yet.]

MJ

[Nothing here yet.]

Aunt May

[Nothing here yet.]

Tony Stark

Being Tony Stark’s Son [Son!Reader]

The life of Tony Stark’s son through the years.

Steve Rogers

[Nothing here yet.]

Bucky Barnes

[Nothing here yet.]

Doctor Strange

[Nothing here yet.]

Shuri

[Nothing here yet.]

Wanda Maximoff

[Nothing here yet.]

Pietro Maximoff

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Thor

[Nothing here yet.]

Loki

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GOOD OMENS

Crowley

[Nothing here yet.]

Aziraphale

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EDDSWORLD

Edd

[Nothing here yet.]

Matt

[Nothing here yet.]

Tom

[Nothing here yet.]

Tord

[Nothing here yet.]

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MASTERLIST OF ALL MASTERLISTS

Good Omens

Eddsworld

Marvel

Spider-Verse

Marble Hornets

Detroit: Become Human

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RULES

Hello, of course there's going to be a few rules to this blog. Everyone has to have some boundaries, right?

Of course, please stay within the Tumblr guidelines, too. Always have to follow that. As for my personal rules, though.. They may be subject to change, so be sure to come back and check on this every now and then.

To start, when making writing requests:

Please go through my asks for making requests. Comments are not considered requests.

Be polite when requesting.

Try to properly articulate what you want me to make! It doesn't have to be elaborate, just give me a proper understanding what you want from me. I don't want any miscommunications and end up writing something far from what you want.

Tell me if you want a short story, full story, imagine, headcanons or a mix of anything.

I am absolutely not required to write your request. Please don't be upset if I don't write yours or take time to write yours. I am a person too, and writing does in fact take time.

Do not ask for anything that is sexual in nature. I'm, currently, not interested in writing anything of the sort.

Don't ask for anything that is hateful, and intended to be triggering for others.

I prefer to write parental/sibling/friends relationships (as in, characters being the readers' parents or siblings. Hell, even friends.) But, I can write things for dating/marriage. Just don't count on me posting that often.

Just because I write it, doesn't mean I'm going to have a masterlist of it. I can explain this one in depth. Sometimes, If I've jumped into another hyperfixation, I may write something on it. It may be once, and for just a bit of indulgence. If it's popular enough, and if I have enough drive, the thing I wrote about may get a masterlist for that specific fandom I wrote for. Just understand that if I write about it, it doesn't mean it's going to be a part of my blog.

You can ask to pair some characters together for requests. Such as shipping characters together, have them be friends, or separate. You can make them both your parents, your partners and whatnot. Just don’t do weird and inappropriate parings and relationships, please.

Next, just asks in general:

Don't be a creep. Real simple. Don't try to be sexual, talk about triggering things, all that jazz.

Art:

Dude, I don't know... We'll see if I ever do one of those "ask my character" thingys as an 'event.'

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ABOUT ME

Howdy, I'm Spoon. I'm currently a student (I'm not going to elaborate on this, as for privacy reasons.)

I'm aroace (no attraction of any kind,) and I'm also genderfluid. Call me any pronoun you see fit. I honestly don't care.

I've had this account since July of 2020, and If you've noticed that many posts you swore I've made are missing, it's because they're deleted. I'm sorry if I deleted any of your favorites. I felt that, seeing as I've very much grown from the person I was when I first made this account (nothing bad was on this account, just very cringe stories,) I need to redo this.

It also didn't feel right to keep them up. It didn't sit right with me and I felt the need to do what I was most comfortable doing. Which was, unfortunately, deleting everything I had previously posted. (As of 3/12/2024 this account is starting off fresh.)

I'm on a multitude of different platforms. I may later provide links to them, we'll see.

I'm a multifandom profile, and my hyperfixations tend to jump from one to another. Check out my masterlist to see what I write for/I'm currently into.

Also, I tend to not proof-read (or beta read, whichever floats your boat) anything I write. I typically write and then publish without double checking anything. So, if you find any grammatical errors, inconsistencies or anything, please let me know.

If I ever do anything that causes a trigger that wasn't warned of or that makes anyone uncomfortable (or is considered problematic I guess?) please let me know. I am, painfully, unaware of these things unless communicated. After all, as I tend to say to my friends a lot, communication is key. You can't expect for someone to know what they've done wrong without communicating what it was.

Thank you for taking time to read this, and feel free to cruise through my posts.

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WELCOME TO SPOON'S ACCOUNT

Welcome to my account, I'm Spoon. Here, I write, post art and reblog some posts that I think are silly.

Everything on here might be changed in the future, be sure to look out for updates.

Below, here are some links help navigate my account:

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MASTERLIST

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