#Uncle Grandpa OC

[retshirou]

two girls with similar boyfriends 🍕✂️

[flowerguy4ever]

Uncle Grandpa OC-

Soda Lucius!

(dont remind me that the uncle grandpa fandom is dead)

[bluepingpong]

Brothers!!! I love drawing them together! I should have more drawings than this but I just recently made a human pizza steve design I liked. Also shoutout to @tamzarian for letting me ship with Nolan lol

Used base by mellon_soup for the first drawing!

[manadesia]

Uncle Grandpa likers rise up 🗣️‼️

I got really inspired to add a silly lighthearted OC to the show’s universe. 💜 this is Lavender, a chaotic but cute space traveler that just so happens to crash on earth 🪻 To be fr tho this show was overhated to the max when it first came out, it’s legit just there to be goofy cmon now

Extra (old) art for u with a fun fact !!! She was actually an OC without a story before I decided that it’d be lots of fun to add her to UG, so I attempted to draw her in a style that fits that universe more, and it was lots of fun to work with her design again !! Her design is based off of a cute bat plushie that I have 💜

[whynotzoidbergdotorg]

The Disaster Couple is back!

(Human Pizza Steve designed by @pizzasteveofficial )

[68spidey]

As requested... Minerva!!

Got some grandpa Splinter, poppa Raph, and uncle Leo! Who's usually the one bombarded with her fantasy hero ideas, seeing as he's the one always in the dojo messing with swords. He loves it.

Definitely gonna be drawing grandpa Splinter with some Ramona babies later!!

[avionvadion]

No idea if I'll ever get this outlined, but like YO here's this. True Mom! Irene striking once again! In order, we have- Irene, Sesshomaru, Sora, Gyokuto, Hikaru, Akane and Moroha, Hisui, Shion, Towa, Airi, and Itsuki. At the top is Human!Akane.

Kin'u didn't make it into the drawing, aslkjfldkjfjldkjfd.

[pipermintz]

[hana-no-seiiki]

CHILD(LIKE)! READER: GRANPAPA, MARKUS KEEPS BULLYING ME! (he totally wasn’t bullying you)

PLATONIC YANDERE GRANDPA: Not to worry, dear child.

PLATONIC YANDERE GRANDPA: *takes one long look at the child’s parents*

MARKUS’S PARENTS (who knows markus did nothing) : *sees their life flashing in front of their eyes, memories of your younger grandpa commanding them flooding back*

MARKUS’S PARENTS: MARKUS YOU GODDAMN FAILURE! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE AGAIN-?!

[luckyshinyhunter]

And here's an another drawing pile I did, including my own crittersona! Along with with familiar faces too, what you think?

[your-official-gingerartist]

That morning pip got a new peepaw and alarm clock

[mmproductions]

Twitter Requests Round 2 Part 2

[bluepingpong]

A drawing of all the entities created along side Uncle Grandpa from the lore video I did. They're all very powerful but not as powerful as Uncle Grandpa. I guess they would be considered Gods but they're not worshipped. Their names are from left to right: Delmar (laying down), Mali (purple one) Zani (yellowish one), Abaddon (by the tree), Diabla (the one closest to Uncle Grandpa) and of course Santa Claus. The one thing I keep thinking about in the drawing is Delmar getting grass stains on his clothes.

[thedramaticonestuff]

Fanfic Time!

Hey guys! So, I just posted a little HC/AU thingy about the children of Gromit and Fluffles. The link to the OP is here: https://www.tumblr.com/thedramaticonestuff/772786985391751168/fuck-it-gromit-and-fluffles-fan-children?source=share

In it, I made one of the children transgender, and mentioned that the first person she came out to was Wallace, so, I decided to write a little story about just that. Also, this is my first time posting a fanfiction ANYWHERE, so I’m a little nervous. 😬

Side note: I’m writing this story about a trans person from the perspective of a cis woman, so if I got something wrong, I apologize. Just know that I tried to be as respectful as possible when writing this, and if anyone who’s actually trans finds this and would like to give feedback, please do so! Anyway, here’s the story! Thanks for reading, and enjoy!

Wallace and Gromit are © Aardman Studios and my OCs are © yours truly.

Lass

A Coming Out Story 

By Cam (aka @thedramaticonestuff)

Okay. Deep breaths. You can do this. The little poogle exhales sharply and then breathes in again. Her eyes dart around the ground floor of the house, as if she suspects she’s being watched. Just tell him. You can’t keep living a lie. It’s destroying you!

There the old man is, in his favorite chair, reading the paper and eating cheese as usual. Relax, we’re the only ones here. Well, Daddy and Diesel are in the garden, so they’ll be a while. Mum’s at football practice with the other boys, and Zen’s with a mate. Now is the best time. 

She cautiously approaches. Her paws are damp with sweat and her heart is a large bass drum in her ears. She clears her throat, and the old Yorkshireman looks up from the newspaper. There’s no turning back now. 

“Ay up, Lad.” Ugh. Lad. The word feels so wrong, it’s nearly painful. It jolts down her spine, leaves a cold mush in her belly, and coils around her throat like a hungry snake. It’s not her. It has never been her. 

“Something wrong? You look nervous.” Yeah, maybe a little. Well, to the frantic butterflies in her stomach, it’s certainly not just “a little”! No need to freak out. This is your Uncle Wallace. He loves you. You love him; he’s your safe person. The young pup jerks her head towards the hallway, motioning for him to follow. 

“Alright, hold your horses, I’m right behind you!” he calls. 

She leads him to a small room, where the computer and printer are on a flat, wooden desk. A freshly produced document is on the printer’s output tray, entitled Pride Flags and Symbols. She turns to the man who, in her mind, is also the colour brown and the month of November, even though he was born in August. Damn synaesthesia. C’mon, focus!

Placing her front paws on the edge of the swivel chair that accompanies the desk, she gazes up at Wallace, indicating that she wants to go up. He obliges, carefully lifting her and placing her on the desk. 

“Right then. What do you want to tell me, Lad?” There’s that damn word again! The word she despises being called more than anything. Slowly, she shakingly points at the paper. On it is a rectangle made of baby pink and blue stripes, with a white stripe wedged in the middle. Wallace squints as he gazes down. 

“Eh, ‘Transgender Pride Flag’?”, he reads aloud. “What is the meaning of this?”

The pup points at the image again, then to herself. Please, God, let him understand! The bald man furrows his brow, then softens his expression. “Are you telling me that all this time, you’ve actually been a lass?”, he asks. 

She nods vigorously. Yes, that’s it exactly. Does that mean he gets it? Her tail has already begun to wag. 

Uncle Wallace straightens up and smiles. “Well then. Do you still want to be called ‘Stone’? Or have you got a different name in mind?” 

She quickly looks around the room, and points her index finger in the air as she spots a pen and notepad. She grabs both objects and scribbles down a name: Storie. 

“Storie, eh? Well, I suppose it does suit you. What with you always writing your little stories and scripts and so on.”

The little pup gazes up at her beloved uncle. He understands. No, he doesn’t just understand. He tolerates. He embraces. He loves. Storie feels a lump pushing at the back of her throat, as her vision begins blurring with tears. 

Wallace takes notice. “What’s with the waterworks, Lass?”

Lass. Yes, she’s a lass! A girl! Sniffling, Storie attempts to furiously blink the tears back, looking sheepishly at the ground. 

Wallace smirks at her. “Ohhh, c’mere you!” In a swift motion, he picks her up and holds her against him with one hand, and playfully tickles her belly with the other. 

Her giggles are inaudible to him. The puppy’s legs start kicking furiously, joining her tail in an ecstatic display of jubilee. Hey, stop that! Her tiny paw gently shoves his torturous fingers away. 

Her uncle chuckles. “So, did you want me to tell your mum and dad? Or your siblings?”

Gasping, Storie’s eyes go wide as she anxiously shakes her head. No, she’s not ready for that! He was only the first step. The others still need a truckload of mental preparation. 

“You sure? It might make things easier for you. Might make you feel better”. 

She nods. It’s too scary at the moment. “Right, then. It’s our secret, for now. Honestly, Storie, I don’t know what got you all worked up over this. You know I will always love you. No matter what.” 

He gradually lifts her until they’re at eye level. He tenderly rubs his nose against hers, then presses a kiss to her forehead. I love you, too. This is one of those times when she wishes he could hear her speak to him. 

Chuckling, Uncle Wallace gently sets her down on the ground.

 “I’m glad you told me this.” He starts making his way back to the living room, then pauses, turning around. “I don’t suppose you’d like to share some cheese with me?”

Upon hearing the mention of their shared favourite treat, Storie’s ears perk up in sync with a grumble that escapes her stomach. The young poogle bounds eagerly after the man to his original spot on the chair in the living room, where cheese, crackers, and hot tea are waiting. 

Wallace settles down, then pats his knee, indicating that he wants her to join him. The pup leaps into his awaiting lap, and nestles into his leg with a contented sigh. Her uncle picks up a slice of Wensleydale, which she nips from his fingers and gobbles down enthusiastically. 

“Whoa, steady on there, Lass!”, Wallace exclaims in response to her greediness. 

Lass. There’s that word again. Storie’s tail continues to wag as she lowers her head, and softly nuzzles her cheek into her uncle’s knee. Unlike the previous term of endearment, this word doesn’t make her feel as if she’s being consumed by a predator. Instead, it feels like she’s in a warm bubble bath, with the sweet scent of peaches filling her nostrils. Was this the “gender euphoria” everyone was talking about? 

The End

[whynotzoidbergdotorg]

a heem heem (whimper)

[marvelsfavoriteuncle]

Ok, raise your hand if your old today 🙋🏼‍♂️😭 + Birthday Post

I woke up with a reminder from JARVIS about today and i don’t know what to do or feel about this. Well, Happy Birthday to me, I am in my 100s, yay me!

At least Bucky is older me tho 😭

I look good for my age right?! Jkjk 😂 (I think Morgan is making cupcakes with Pepper in the kitchen and Rei is stealing them for himself)

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