#Grunkles

[blabberoo]

Sailing Home

prev | next [ in kofi, but it will be public in a couple of days :D ]

[fish-bird]

i can’t imagine ford typing ain’t so I ruined the meme

my favorite part of this was drawing the avatars

my headcanon is that Dipper made a YouTube channel on supernatural stuff. it has 5 followers.

[ragrfisk]

@transypha tweeted about Stan’s red hat and Ford’s red sweater and I —

[hedgehugsandkisses]

Happy Forduary, everyone!

[frogs-mystery-sideblog]

[ID: Gravity Falls fanart. Stan wears a blue Hawaiian shirt, grinning with his hands on his hips, and his eyes closed. There's a toothpick between his teeth.

Second image is Ford looking to the right and smiling. He’s wearing a beige coat over a red turtleneck. End ID.]

Some grunkles that probably have a million mistakes in them that I won’t see until tomorrow when I look at them with fresh eyes lol

[cibokilley]

Nothing changed

[lem0nicle]

you're our hero, Stanley

this is very poorly photographed (and drawn for that matter) but i tried my best and i hope it captures the idea :)

also - this was inspired by the great @artsymeeshee!whose art and mostly grunkles i absolutely adore :D

so yea, i hope you like it :3

[marzinstarz]

NO PORTAL AU YOU HAVE MY WHOLE HEART

They fight, punches are thrown, words are spat, burns are etched into skin forever, but no series of specific series of levers manage to be pulled.

They finally wind down from the hurt of it all and communicate- over everything, where theyve both been, emotions harboured, and miscommunications are finally untangled.

Stan convinces Ford to call up Fiddleford, now with more time on their hands, they alter the memory gun to be targeted and get rid of Bill from Fords mind with no other memories lost.

Stan sticks around of course, only to make sure Ford is okay for a little longer. But he soon realises hes nowhere else to go besides his beat up, empty car and dammit he likes being around Ford again, so he stays another week.

Soon he realises that hey, the weird shit going on in this town is actually kinda cool, and becomes almost as fasinated as his twin. So, decides to help out with Fords studies, only for a little bit of course.

Before the two know it, they slowly but surely fall back into place as two halves of a whole. Ford continues his studies, sans portal, and Stan realises he can make a damn good profit out of the the projects Ford doesnt need anymore.

[zombi3-candy]

Some Stan Twin doodles👁️👄👁️💅💕

[circasoleil]

teehee oh my goodness hello sir

I was twirling my intestines and had butterflies in my feet during this scene haha

[shabbyshoebox]

Dusk - Sea Grunkles drabble

"Did I ever tell you about the time I experienced death?" Ford murmured.

Stan jerked up from his half-asleep fishing position. "I'm sorry, what?"

"That was a bit abrupt, yes, but I've been thinking about mortality and well, this particular experience came to mind." Ford pushed his glasses up his nose and adjusted himself in the chair. His gaze remained fixed, though unfocused, on the fishing rod in his hand.

Stan's grumbling was barely heard above his crackling knees as he stood to walk off, "Lemme fetch us some Pitts. Watch my pole, would ya?"

A couple moments later, he returned with two open cans, handing one to his brother.

"Thank you, Stanley." Ford grabbed the familiar peach-colored can. Almost instantly, droplets condensed from the humid ocean air onto the cold metal.

"Yea." Stan plopped back in his chair, took a sip, placed the can down and picked his rod back up. His gaze lay on his own rod. "So, uhm, you... Died?"

"Yes, but...Not exactly."

"Well damn, Poindexter, what was the heart attack for?" Stan tried to joke, finally glancing over.

"It... I, uhm..." Ford kept one hand on the pole and used the other to fiddle with the tab on the can. "Bill, in an effort to get the equation so he could escape Gravity Falls, subjected me to several physical and psychological...experiences."

"The little shit tortured you." Stan muttered and took another sip of his cola, the sweet taste stark against the salty air. "I remember."

"Yes. At one point, he simulated, psychologically, what death would be like."

"And?" Stan prompted, watching his brother's face flit through a dozen tense micro-expressions.

"And nothing. It was simply nothing, Stanley. There is no after. It's one thing to know that logically, it's another to..." He allowed his voice to trail off.

They sat in silence for a bit, the waves dark in the dusk, constellations growing brighter in the sky.

"Ford. I'm... Sorry." Stan leaned his pole on the boat.

"No, you didn't know."

A warm hand rested on Ford's shoulder. He finally looked up

"Thank you for telling me." Stan returned his gaze, then glanced away. "It's hard... Talking about shit like that. Just know that I am here for you."

Ford dropped his pole on the deck of the boat, stood, and hugged him. Stan hesitated for just a moment, then returned it.

Sploosh.

Ford whipped around to find his pole missing.

"I'm not buying you another damn pole, though," Stan harrumphed.

Ford smiled. "At least I actually got a bite."

I love you, too.

[thetiredtrans]

i'm sad you didn't keep in platonic forehead smooches in that art redraw :(

I’d cut them out to save time, but you’re absolutely right. We need reassuring forehead kisses. 😔💕

(Still not crediting OP. They’re a proshipping piece of garbage.)

[fish-bird]

Colored and cleaned up my drawing of the grunkles napping together, shortly before they wake up and try to murder each other as is sibling tradition

I recently bought Journal 3 and found this image in it:

How dare Alex Hirsch draw this so much better and years before I did 🥲

[ragrfisk]

Anyway here’s Stan in those gloves doing the Betty Grable pose.

[evergreen-easel]

I put stickers on my ipad case teehee

[beans-on-beans]

He’s got a buddy now

God I love these pictures