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zephrunsimperium · 7 months
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GF fan fic writer moment.
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stephreynaart · 2 years
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Little Brother - Chapter 1
It all happened so fast.
One minute Stanford was at his desk working on something that he said would help reverse the decaying process of produce. He was messing with some of the spring water Ford collected from The Fountain of Youth. He figured it would be a good way to keep fresh food on the boat for longer than normal without freezing it. Then before Stan’s eyes, like a cruel sense of déjà vu, his brother disappeared.
This is something I’m going to be gradually working on.
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elishevart · 1 year
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The last chapter is out! Hope you like!
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Gravity Falls Beyond the Woods Chapter 13
Rose avoids thinking about the danger she and her family are in, while Powers makes his move against Dipper.
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It was past 3 a. m. when Stan and Ford rode in. Dipper saw the cars ride in before his phone lit up from Ford's text. Mabel must have noticed too as they were already in the hallway in their robes. When they reached the lobby, Stan and Ford were walking through the entrance. Thompson and Robbie were there too, in full uniform. 
"Oh, Grunkle Stan! This is terrible!" Mabel cried as she threw herself in his arms. 
Ford greeted the others. "Dipper, Wendy, Pacifica. Ah officers I guess." 
"Dr. Pines, Deputy Valentino. I think you'll recognize me from weirdmaggedon." 
Ford adjusted his glasses. "Robbie, was it?"
"Robert." 
"Yes, yes. Good to see you again Robbie," Ford said absentmindedly, patting him on the shoulder.  He turned Dipper. “Any pictures of the object in question?” 
Dipper handed him his phone. "I'm having trouble placing it." As Ford flipped through the gallery Dipper continued. "We were contacted by something claiming to be the fairy Puck. So I've been combining everything Celtic, Welsh, British and anything really. But I haven't seen anything like it yet." 
The frown Ford was wearing deepened. “I’ve never been able to study fairy’s in any meaningful way. They were hard to catch and the gnomes and unicorns did not like talking about them. And I know nothing about Puck, save for Shakespeare's Midsummer Night's Dream." He turned to Wendy. "Did your mother speak on anything about this object? Where she got it?" 
Wendy shook her head. "Nothing to me. Nothing to dad." 
Ford thought for a moment. "I'll talk with him myself later. But first, maybe we might find something at the library. If she got it in town, there is a chance we'll find something there.” 
Pacifica, who had been pacing this whole time, spoke up. "Well then let's hurry. My kids are in danger! Who knows what's happening to them."
What was happening to them was that they needed baths. With the fights against the machines, the kidnapping, everyone was getting smelly. So when the kids came to an open spring, they decided to wash up a little. They bent down and washed their arms and faces. Ashley helped Stanley get clean. Ty thought it would be a good time to talk to his sister. 
“You really think this is a good idea?” 
As Rose washed her arms, her hands bumped into the bracelet. “Look, this is our chance to find something about grandma. And those robot things are jerks. Stopping this homunculus guy is a good thing.” 
“Rose, we do not know anything about fighting robots. Dad didn’t fight robots.” 
“He fought a bunch. GIFfney controlled those animatronics, heck, he fought the same ones we fought, well the same ones I fought." 
"But didn't Grunkle Ford…"
"Look, I'm working on it. I know you're worried but I got it!"
Whatever retort he had died on his lips as Josh took off his shirt. Josh jumped in the spring. 
Ashley raised her arms as the water splashed into her. “Watch it!” 
"Sorry," he mumbled meekly as he pushed his wet hair out of his face. As Tyrone watched, a lump form in his throat. Josh rose up, his body wet from the spring; water dripping from his bare chest. Smiling he asked, "Anybody else needs a drip? Tyrone, you look like you could use one."
Ty's face was as red as a fire hydrant. "I'm good," he said in a squeak that would have made his dad proud. 
Rose inwardly laughed. Admittedly, she wasn't much better with boys. Okay she was much worse. But since Josh was gay, there was nothing she could screw up cause it was never gonna happen. So how hot he was didn’t matter. It was fun seeing her brother squirm for once. 
"You know what Josh? I think I'll take a dip too." She jumped in, still fully dressed. And for a brief moment, her fights with her mom, her father's legacy, and the danger she put everyone in washed away under the water. 
The Agency had set up shop in a motel. Tambry sat at a desk, holding a pair of headphones in her ear, writing on a piece of paper with her free hand. Powers still didn't trust her. She set down the headphones. “Alright, they’re making their way to the library. This is our best chance to take Dipper Pines away from prying eyes.” 
“Can we trust this-this Homunculus thing?” 
“Do we have a choice?” 
He had nothing to say to that. Tambry slipped on her jacket and grabbed her helmet. “They’d recognize my voice. Powers, you’ll have to take point.” 
“Look, I understand you need to have to disguise, but could you wear something less stupid?” 
Tambry hit his arm with her helmet before putting it on. “Okay, let’s go.” 
The library was closed of course. The old build was shut down for the night. They had gone to pick up Soos to help. Melody stayed behind with their daughter. 
Soos went up to the clearly locked door and to his, and only his surprise. He failed to open it. He started pushing the damn thing with all his might.
Robert fumbled for his phone. "I'll see if we can get a janitor or something." 
Dipper had already pulled out the president's key that Quinton Trembrly gave him. It was a master key for every lock in town. At least for ones built in the 19th century. 
As he opened the door he said, "You know I never got a chance to use this as much as I thought I would."
They went inside and began digging through any book about Gravity Falls' history or fairies. As Soos read, he said "I hope this isn't because I killed that fairy that one time." Ford sighed deeply. 
Soon, everyone heard rustling. Thompson and Robbie pulled out their guns. Several heavily armed men, most in swat tactical gear, a few in suits, and a lady in a motorcycle outfit complete with helmet, entered. Dipper recognized the man who looked like the leader. 
"Powers?" 
"Oh so you remember me? Petty I can't remember any of you. I came to this dung heap of a town for the biggest bust of my career. I returned to Washington not only empty handed but weeks of my life gone. I was ruined."
"Well maybe you shouldn't have tried to arrest me," Stan piped up. 
"Yeah,” Mabel nodded.  
"YOU BROKE THE LAW! OF COURSE I-" the lady in the helmet walked his arm. "Ow." Powers rubbed where she hit him. " Look, Professor Pines, please come with us. The young one." 
"Do you represent the US government?" Thompson asked, his gun armed right at Power’s head. 
The answer was yes, but they very well couldn't say that. "Come with us and your family will not get hurt." That was the worst thing he could have said. 
“If you touch any of my…” The Lady in the motorcycle helmet pulled out a dart gun and shot Dipper in his neck. 
Mabel was the first to react. "Dipper!" She lunged forward for her twin. Wendy went after the shooter. Unfortunately, she was not alone and several of her fellow agents pulled out guns that very much did not fire darts. 
Ford ran to the side, away from the girls, and pulled out his magnet gun. Pulling the trigger, he directed most of the bullets his way. Stan and Pacifica dragged Wendy and Mabel out of the line of fire. Using bookshelves for cover, Thompson and Robbie fired back as Powers did the same.
“Someone call the police,” shouted Pacifica as a hail bullets flew over their heads. 
“We’re already here!” Thompson shouted as he returned fire. 
“Competent police!” She shouted back. 
With quick reflexes, the girl in the helmet grabbed Dipper’s unconscious body and made a beeline for the exit.
"We got what we came for, fall back," Powers told everyone. He and the agents retreated. 
Filled with an intense rage, Wendy shrugged Stan off of her. She ran out and while the agents saw them load Dipper into a van. She got into her rented car and gave chase. The other agents surrounded her little car in their humvees; Wendy, being Wendy, slammed them off the road. She knew that she just lost the deposit on this thing, but she was too pissed to care. She let out a scream that was primordial as she drove closer to her target. 
“What the hell is wrong with that girl?” Powers asked as he drove. ‘Take the Money and Run’ by The Steve Millar Band was playing over the radio. 
“She’s a Corduroy,” Tambry dully told her co-worker. With Dipper drugged out, she wasn’t worried about him recognizing her voice. She pulled out a burner phone. “Homebase? This is Messenger. We have the eggs, but the chicken is after us. No, just the one. Yes, the red one. Status?” Wendy was hitting the back of the van with the rental. “Could be better. Meet us at 777845. Yes , the back. No, we’ll go through.” 
“Seriously?” 
“Yes!” 
They drove up into the Gentleman's Shame, Gravity Falls cheapest strip club. Powers and Tambry dragged Dipper out and carried him over to the entrance. 
The bouncer looked at the man in a deserved suit, a lady with her motorcycle helmet still on, an unconscious man slung over both their shoulders. 
"Uh ah, no way. You guys aren't getting in." Tambry pulled out a roll of several hundred bills. "Oh! Enjoy the show!" 
As they entered, Wendy pulled up. Opening the trunk, she pulled out an ax she grabbed from her father's place. As she was marching toward the entrance, the bouncer asked, "How much you got for me?"
Wendy hit the bottom of her ax handle into his sternum. The bouncer fell to the ground clinging to his chest.
Tambry spotted Wendy first. After swearing under her breath, she laid Dipper onto Powers. "The others are on the other side of the kitchen. Go! I'll distract her." 
The music throbbed and boom as Wendy wadded through the crowd. You would think this early in the morning, this place would be closed but no. The stages and girls dancing and grinding on poles, in various states of undress. Granted half the stages were empty but still. “I’m looking for my husband-” 
“Poor SOB,” one attendee answered. 
“No that’s not-” The lady in the motorcycle helmet ran over and kicked Wendy into the stage. Wendy saw that she was going to tackle her so she rolled onto the stage.
The stripper who was already up there was not amused. "Lady, I'm in the middle of a set!" Wendy held up her ax. "Okay, the stage is all yours." She backed away. 
The Lady in the helmet jumped up the stage and pulled out a knife. The men and several women  in the crowd started muttering among themselves. "Should someone call the police?" The lady in the helmet unzipped her jacket just enough to show off her cleavage. Thinking it some show the crowd cheered and whistled.
"You know my vice principal always told me I was gonna end up on this stage." She got into a battle ready position. "I don't think this is what he had in mind." 
A new song started. Baby, I wanna touch you, I wanna breathe into your will. Wendy brought the butt of her ax down onto her opponent. To Wendy’s surprise, she blocked her blow with the blade of the knife. She stumbled back, ready for another attempt. See, I gotta hunt you, I gotta bring you to my hell. Wendy swept at her feet, but the lady in the motorcycle helmet jumped out of the way. Boy, I'm gonna love you, I'm gonna tear into your soul. Wendy took the handle of her ax and smashed it into her helmet. How do you want me, how do you want me? She got a hit in, but at a cost. The lady in the motorcycle helmet brought her knife down onto Wendy. The redhead moved so the slash wasn’t deep, but her forearm was hit. 
Seeing actual blood clued in the audience that this wasn’t a show. Wendy held her bleeding arm as the crowd panicked. Several people went to check to see if she as alright. “I’m fine. I’m fine. Thank you.” Wendy waved them off. She looked around but her opponent had slipped away. Taking any leads of Dipper’s location with her. 
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manicpixiedaydreams · 2 years
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A new drawing of my OC version of Fenrir/Fenris/Fen... I will soon be putting Worlds Apart, Worlds Collide, and Worlds End back up on both FFN and AO3. I hope people are still interested in it. 
Edit: Worlds Apart is in the process of being reposted. I’m going to repost the trilogy as separate “books” instead of keeping them all together as I did previously.
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danshive · 1 year
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(Maple from Bofuri switches places with Mable from Gravity Falls)
Bill in Gravity Falls: "HOW?! HOW DID SHE FIND THESE THINGS?! I'M SUPPOSED TO BE THE OVERPOWERED ONE!"
Sally in Bofuri: "I've called this guild meeting to discuss the glitter situation."
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smol-vehvi · 1 month
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Hey hey! Check out my Drifting Stars fic!
Pretty please? I will be grateful forever if you give it a look! Plus, you'd get like tons of brownie points from me!
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cadenreigns · 6 months
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Sins of Goliath: Chapter 11 - Reunion
After being separated for the night, the club manages to come back together. But there might have been some changes in that time.
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do02sy · 6 months
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WELP I CANT LOG BACK INTO IT SO PLEASE SEND ME YOUR FAVORITE ANGST HURT COMFORT FLUFF CRACK DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT OR SMUT FICS TO PASS THE TIME (please I'm Desperate) I DONT GIVE A FLYING FUCK TONIGHT IT CAN BE THE OWL HOUSE GRAVITY FALLS CREEPYPASTA THE WORLD OF MR PLANT WELCOME HOME THE AMAZING DIGITAL CIRCUS TO HELL WITH IT SCP! GO NUTS
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clothless-sock · 1 year
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For anyone who is looking for another gay fiction horror podcast to listen to I highly recommend “Unwell, a Midwestern Gothic Mystery” it’s super good, with lots of mystery elements and great queer and bipoc rep! It’s the podcast that got me in to fiction podcasts, and if I had to describe it in relation to other media I would say that it is like the small town mystery of gravity falls combined with the podcasty goodness of The Magnus Archives or Welcome To Nightvale! It’s got LOTS of ghosts and even more celery. I love this podcast so much, and I never really see it discussed much online so I hope you check it out!
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innactives-blog · 10 months
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Snippet from Meet Me On The Strange Trails chap. 11: "Way Out There"
"Ignoring me won't work, Stanley." Ford spoke up suddenly. Stan blew out a breath.
"Wha'd ya want from me Ford, a detailed description of my time away from home? Should I write it out on a dainty piece 'a paper like I'm a maiden writing in my diary? Dearest Stanford, since being banished from home I've made the unfortunate discovery that life on the streets fuckin' sucks. Warm regards, your idiot brother Stan." 
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zephrunsimperium · 5 months
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Wrote some stuff for my Human Bill AU. TW for religious trauma and brief mentions of suicide and drug use.
Pine trees passed in a blur outside of Bill’s window, the speed of the car on the winding Oregon road turning the forest into a jumbled mess of green and brown not unlike a painting smudged by a careless artist. God was pretty careless when He made me, Bill thought, knee bouncing fitfully. I probably wasn’t even meant to exist. He nodded to himself. Perhaps a few years ago that thought would have seemed frighteningly blasphemous, but he’d since accepted the fact that he was going to go to hell - one blasphemous thought wouldn’t make a difference. And it made more sense than what he had been taught as a child, didn’t it? That he was just a factory mistake, part of a bad batch. God didn’t make mistakes though… Maybe an angel had done it then.
An angel…
Bill turned his attention away from the window, peering up to his left at the man in the driver’s seat. Stanford was bobbing his head along to a quiet Marvin Gaye song on the radio, occasionally tapping his fingers on the steering wheel to the beat. He mouthed the words, but didn’t sing; neither man had spoken since Bill had been discharged from the hospital. A look at the clock on the dash told Bill they’d only been driving for some fifteen minutes, but the heavy silence that had filled that time had made it feel so much longer. At least Ford didn’t look mad at him. That was almost more nerve wracking though; it was inevitable that Ford would get angry at him eventually. Bill would screw up somehow - he always did - and Ford would throw him out and leave him to his drugs again. Only this time he wouldn’t end up in the hospital. He’d make sure of that.
Ford would surely be disappointed in him for his inability to be a good person, but that wasn’t new. He had to know that their reunion wouldn’t end up any different than last time, right?
Well regardless if Ford knew it, Bill knew it. And yet he was still sitting here, allowing Ford to chauffeur him to his house in the woods to eat up his time and income for as long as it took for him to realize that Bill was unredeemable. How fucking selfish.
Ford made a turn and a picturesque cabin came into view - the house he’d been telling Bill about. Look at how well he’s doing for himself, Bill thought, his stomach turning. His sweaty fingers tightened around the cane across his lap. Look how well he’s doing without you. You’re going to screw that up, you’re going to ruin everything and you don’t even give a shit.
The car came to a stop on a gravel driveway and Ford broke the heavy blanket of silence. “This is home!” he said, glancing over at Bill with a smile he didn’t deserve. He tried to offer one back anyway. “I’ll show you around and then you can wash up for dinner?”
Bill nodded. “That sounds lovely.”
Ford got out to grab Bill’s solitary suitcase of belongings from the trunk - a few old pairs of clothes, some math textbooks, and a collection of paraphernalia like marbles and bottle caps and pens that he couldn’t bear to part with for reasons he couldn’t explain - and Bill struggled out of the passenger seat, joints protesting at being forced to move. Joints were supposed to move, he thought sourly, filing the crunching of his bones away as mounting evidence that he was God’s mistake. Maybe that meant he wouldn’t go to hell though. Maybe instead of burning for all eternity he’d just shrivel up in the flames and cease to exist. Or maybe that was too much to hope for.
Bill hobbled inside the house while Ford held the door for him, eyeing his new surroundings. It looked tidier than their dorm had been in college; Ford had probably cleaned up to prepare for Bill’s arrival.
“Your room is down the hall this way,” Ford explained as he led the way. “I honestly never thought I’d use the guest room - I’d been using it for storage before we arranged for you to be here. It’s rather bare for now, but I expect you’ll be here for a few months so we can fix that up as time goes by.” He opened a door and flicked the lights on. “See, it’s not much but, ah- We could go shopping tomorrow perhaps.”
Bill’s stomach churned even more. Not much? This room was nearly the size of his apartment (Not his apartment anymore, he reminded himself. He’d lost his job, he’d lost his home, he’d lost what little reputation he had. All he had now was what Ford gave him and eventually that kindness would run dry.) though maybe that was a poor rubric by which to judge. His apartment had been crowded nearly from floor to ceiling with things he couldn’t bear to throw out, receipts, notes, magazines he didn’t remember when he’d subscribed to, old milk cartons, rocks and leaves that had been pretty when he’d picked them off the ground but had since dried out and turned brittle and brown-
“I’ll leave your luggage here?”
“Yes, that’s fine.” Bill kept his eyes away from Ford’s, inspecting his new space, the window and the curtains, the hardwood floor, the closet, the dresser, the cozy looking bed and its pillows and blanket. “Thank you.”
“Hehe. You’re very welcome. Ah- The kitchen is the opposite way from where we came in and you’re right next to the bathroom. You can use the shower there. Oh and you can change into some of my clothes if you’d like. I thought about getting you some new ones, but I didn’t want to guess your size and you ought to be able to pick out what you like anyway.”
No, I ought to be thrown out now. But Ford wouldn’t do that yet. He would wait until Bill had sapped everything he had like a leech. “Thank you,” he said again. It wasn’t enough, but what else was there to say?
“Yes. I- I guess I’ll leave you to it then? Let me know if there’s anything I can help you with. I, um. I’m glad you’re here, Bill.”
Bill sighed. For the first time that day, he turned around and met Ford’s soft, starry eyed gaze. “I’m glad to be here too.”
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Bill rested both hands on the sides of the bathroom sink, staring intently at the creature in the mirror. It was a pitiful thing, the kind of sorry vermin you’d swerve to avoid and then wonder if you should turn around just to put it out of its misery. How in the world could God, a being of perfect holiness and light, create this monster with its sunken eyes and deathly pale skin dotted with triangle shaped burns and cuts and bruises? It looked like its pallid skin had been stretched too tightly over its skeleton, like the bones might rip through the thin covering at any moment.
God didn’t make you this way, he mused, staring with relentless disapproval into his good eye. (“good” eye seemed a stretch of a description; any sane person wouldn’t want to look at either, red rimmed and wild as they were) You did that all on your own, Cipher.
Well good. If he got himself into this then maybe he could get himself out again. He’d taken his sweet time in the shower, scrubbing every inch of himself until he was practically raw. Just because he would eventually do something to make Ford throw him out didn’t mean he wanted to hasten that inevitability. Until that time, he would be presentable, he would shower daily, he would shave, he would brush and floss, he would do his hair, he would wear cologne. He would sit up straight, he would be polite, he would eat whatever food he was given, he would tidy the house, and he would most certainly stay clean. No drugs, no cigarettes, he would even limit his caffeine intake.
It would be hard, but he’d try like hell. He ran his bony fingers through his wet hair - thinning already at his ripe age of twenty five - trying to stand up straighter. He’d try like hell for Ford…
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robindrake93 · 9 hours
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Blush (707 words) by robindrake93 Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Gravity Falls Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Pacifica Northwest/Mabel Pines Characters: Mabel Pines, Pacifica Northwest, Dipper Pines Additional Tags: Short One Shot, POV Third Person, Future Fic, Post-Canon, Mystery Shack (Gravity Falls), Fluff, Girls Kissing, First Aid, Slice of Life Series: Part 1 of Wordle Answers As Writing Prompts Summary: Mabel always makes Pacifica blush.
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elishevart · 7 months
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New chapter is up!
Hope you like!
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elizaviento · 1 year
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Fic Masterpost
Below are links to all the fics I have posted on this blog (with the exception of Stardew Valley, which has its own Masterpost HERE). *****
Gravity Falls A Promise of Things to Come — SFW (Stan Pines x Reader)
Detroit: Become Human Petty Moralities — NSFW (Elijah Kamski x Chloe RT600)
Rick & Morty Rick Sanchez Fic Masterpost (all 32 fics are found in that Masterpost)
Resident Evil Help Me, Leon — NSFL (Leon S. Kennedy/Ashley Graham)
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filmcityworld1 · 2 years
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ANIMANIACS BELONG TO WARNER BROTHERS I DON'T KNOW ANYTHING 
hey guys first off sorry the editing is bad in this story i've had alot going on in my life right now so it was hard for me to get into the zone while working on it but still hope you like it 
 "friends come & go but family is forever" is a saying that everyone knows but what if you have a family who wants nothing to do with you for the warner kids they had to learn that the hard way when they vist's there mother's family 
 my social media pages https://www.tumblr.com/filmcityworld1 https://www.instagram.com/thelooneyto... https://twitter.com/nightsky19931 https://archiveofourown.org/users/Nig... (discord) nightsky1993#9077 
intro by SusanNBoyer3 https://twitter.com/SusanNBoyer3 
title card artist by @kyliebrightsun https://www.instagram.com/kyliebright... 
 editor by @go-whovian-universe https://www.tumblr.com/go-whovian-uni...
the voice cast the narrator played by OddPittPatt https://twitter.com/OddPittPatt 
kate play me 
 bobby played by randall.x https://www.instagram.com/randall.x/ 
ruby played by baba.doodles https://www.instagram.com/baba.doodles/ 
tina played by cartoonistchick.2 https://www.instagram.com/cartoonistc... 
dot played by lovely_bunny_lb https://www.instagram.com/lovely_bunn... 
yakko wakko played by DantheToonMan https://twitter.com/dantoonman?s=21&t... 
the cousins played by lilbittasparkle 
jim played by dennislikesjazz 
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 the sound effects Vintage Guns by craigsmith https://freesound.org/people/craigsmi... 
driving by jrmeyer https://freesound.org/people/jrmeyer/... 
Tanzania by roubignolle https://freesound.org/people/roubigno... 
gravel road by seth-m https://freesound.org/people/seth-m/s... 
Large Family Dinner Ambience by WolfOWI https://freesound.org/people/WolfOWI/... 
Shower by InspectorJ https://freesound.org/people/Inspecto... 
Peeing on Carpet by ftpalad https://freesound.org/people/ftpalad/... 
Front Door by InspectorJ https://freesound.org/people/Inspecto... 
Door slamming hard by NachtmahrTV https://freesound.org/people/Nachtmah... 
Scraping of a Carpet by 15050_Francois https://freesound.org/people/15050_Fr... 
Spilling Water On The Floor by altfuture https://freesound.org/people/altfutur... 
 the music Snowfall Butterflies by Asher Fulero https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCKn6... 
Drifting at 432 Hz by Unicorn Heads https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCbDp... 
Resolve by Joel Cummins https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCKgG...
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