#sea grunk adventures

[gravityfallscustomplush]

Ford- "Alright children, who's ready for some spooky campfire tales?"

Mabel- "ME! ME! ME!"

Dipper- "Ok Great Uncle Ford you can't scare me!"

Ford- "I'll start, but Stanley I'll need your help."

Stan- "Got it bro."

Ford- "In a dark, dark wood, just like this one, there was a dark, dark house."

Mabel- "Oooo this is getting good now!"

Ford- "And in that dark, dark house, there was a dark, dark room.

Stan- "Yeah, and in that dark, dark room there was a dark, dark chest, with pirate treasure in it."

Ford- "No Stanley."

Stan- "Alright, alright, the chest had a spooky self in it ooooo."

Dipper- "This is even scary."

Ford- "And on that dark, dark shelf, there was a dark, dark box. And in that dark, dark box there was.....

"A GHOST!"

"Ahhhhh"

Stan- "YES! We still got it Ford!"

Ford- "Thanks for helping us out Marty."

Marty- "It's my pleasure."

Beware of spooky stories that are told on late nights in October

#gravity falls #stanford pines #ford pines #stanley pines #stan pines #dipper pines #mabel pines #sea grunk adventures #custom plush #plushies #handmade #spooky stories #halloween #campfire

[artsymeeshee]

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#gravity falls #stanley pines #stanford pines #stan twins #sea grunks #my art #stan pines #ford pines #i need to get back to drawing the boys having fun on their adventures #also to draw backgrounds more #i haven’t haven’t really drawn sea grunks in a good while #which is a personal crime because they’re my favorite

[candycatstuffs]

Ford: makes fun of Stan for partaking in old man activities

Also Ford: Partakes in the exact same old man activities

If its not clear, in the first one stan is knitting mabel a sweater and in the second one ford is repairing stans beanie :]

#yea theyre cool and hav sick adventures and all but also theyre literally old geezers who sit around and knit and fish #and i love that for them #gravity falls #stanley pines #stan pines #grunkle stan #stanford pines #ford pines #grunkle ford #sea grunks #stan twins

[elishevart]

Little Saturday sketch of Stan and his “Little” brother Stanford peacefully sleeping on his shoulders. Inspired by @stephreynaart story Little Brother, give it a read it’s adorable^^

Hope you like!

#gravity falls #stanford pines #stanley pines #baby Ford #little brother #little brother au #Ford pines #stan pines #sea grunks adventure #fanart #gravity falls fan art

[unculturedmamoswine]

Forduary Week 2, Anomaly

My longest Forduary fill yet! Featuring Sea Grunks, science, and coming out to your brother!

Stan and Ford have been apart for a really stinkin’ long time. Stan isn’t sure if it’s weirder that he and Ford have spent most of their lives apart or that they’re together now. They’ve both done things and lived through things that made them different guys than the kids they were back when they were real brothers, so of course there’s a kind of disconnect sometimes in the way they communicate. Sometimes Stan’ll look at Ford and he’ll get that big smile they both wear when they’re just so excited about something great (Stan) or stupid and boring (Ford). Once right before they set out, a man on a city street on the Oregon coast said “cheese and crackers!” and it was like being catapulted back in time. He and Ford locked eyes and they knew they were both thinking about Ms. DeSalle from the fourth grade, who said that about everything from stubbing her toe to Ford setting the school on fire with some science thing he’d roped Stan into.

Later, they’d reminisced about it like the dopey old fogies they are. Ford had asked “Do you remember what we were even doing in the science lab during lunch?” like he was just asking, not quizzing Stan to see if he could remember.

Stan had laughed and clapped him on the shoulder. “Whatever it was, I remember it was your fault, Poindexter!”

Other times Stan doesn’t recognize his brother. When Ford puts on his “sci-fi action hero” act, it’s like he’s someone else. Yeah, they used to be plucky little adventurers as kids, but now Ford can just throw on a steely expression, do flips, and shoot his laser gun at bounty hunters. That’s not the same thing as chasing seagulls in Glass Shard Beach or chasing the kids around Gravity Falls for a summer. Ford always used to act too serious and self-important and he still does, he hasn’t changed that much, but now it’s all backed up with actual know-how.

(Stan is still the loser trying to catch up, and now he doesn’t even have the ‘tougher twin’ label to fall back on when Ford shoves his ‘smarter twin’ identity in Stan’s face. But Stan saved the world. He sure as hell remembers “You’re our hero, Stanley,” even if he can only hear the words and not remember when or where Ford said ‘em. If he can save the world and be Ford’s hero, he can deal with Ford being tougher than him.)

Then there are things that they never got the chance to know about each other at all. For instance, Ford’s drink of choice is red wine or, failing that, pretty much any brown liquor, and Stan can’t know if that’s changed over the years because they didn’t drink (much) in high school. Stan doesn’t drink any booze other than beer at all anymore, but when he told Ford that the guy got all serious like Stan was making a big depressing confession. He’s not a drunk or anything; the truth is that the hard stuff gives him headaches and wine tastes like shit.

So anyway, the only booze they keep around on board the Stan o’ War is beer, and every now and then, they make some real good use of it.

Stan stumbles a little on his way out onto the deck. He presses his hand against the bulkhead, swaying, staring up at the sky. His breath catches in his chest. Fuck. Stan’s pretty sure he knows what the sky looks like, and that ain’t it.

“Ford?” he calls. “Sixer, I think you should see this!” There’s some light crashing and stumbling until Ford bursts out from below deck, a beer in each hand. His jaw drops. “Yeah, right?” Stan says.

He looks back up at the sky, which is filled from horizon to… whatever, the other horizon, with planets. They’re not tiny specks the way planets usually look up there. Stan’s seen that crap, and it’s not impressive. No, the smallest of these things is huge. If Stan sticks his arm out, the smallest planet filling the sky is bigger than his hand.

“What are you doing?” Ford asks.

“Nothin’.” Stan drops his arm. “Gimme one of those.” He takes a beer from his brother and swigs it. Ford drinks his own. They stand for a second in silence, looking up.

There’s nothing like the silence at sea. It’s never totally quiet, but the sound of moving water is so constant that it rounds down into basically nothing. With the dark sea all around them, the bright planets up above them, and the drinks in his belly, Stan feels like he might pitch into the ocean or into the huge sky that seems like it’s leaning down to look at him. Stan shudders, looks at his brother.

“What, uh, what’re we gonna do about this?” he asks.

They’ve fought ghosts, pirates, pirate ghosts, and sea monsters. Stan has spit into a bottomless ocean pit and they’ve stolen treasure from stingy mermaids. Ford’s been right there ready for action every time. It’s kind of annoying, actually. He acts like he’s forty again, instead of, well, a lot older than that. Stan kinda figures Ford will want to launch into some science, take some measurements or something.

But Ford, swaying on his bare feet, backlit by a giant Saturn, just shrugs. “Might just go away if we ignore it?”

Stan barks out a laugh. “Seriously? Are you that drunk?” Ford frowns. He turns and walks back down the stairs. “Aw, come on, don’t be a baby!” Stan shouts after his brother. Ford doesn’t say anything, so Stan revolves on the spot, staring at Jupiter, looming impossibly huge behind him. A clatter and a muffled “dammit” prompt Stan to go see what Ford’s up to on the stairs. He looks down at Ford, who’s fallen halfway up the steps, two folding lawn chairs under him and what remains of their 24-pack in one hand. Stan grunts and goes to give him a hand. Trying to set up the chairs, Ford falls against him, almost knocking them both over, and they snicker like idiots.

With their ratty secondhand chairs set up, Ford flops onto his with a huff, then groans when he realizes the beer is too far away to reach. Stan figures he shouldn’t bend over right now unless he wants a facefull of the deck, so he kicks the case of beer at Ford. “Pathetic,” he says, but he grins.

“Thank you, Stanley,” Ford says primly, patting the case. He hasn’t even finished the one he’s got. Stan sits on his own chair, on the other side of the beer.

Once he’s on his back, the enormity of the sky and all its planets seems to press down on him.

“Man. Those things are big.”

“Mmm,” Ford agrees.

“Which one is that?” Stan points at a big blue one.

“I’d say it’s Neptune, but that one also looks like Neptune.” Ford waves at another planet toward the horizon, setting like a giant blue sun. “Could be a second Neptune,” he says thoughtfully. “Could also be that we’re seeing some other world’s sky and neither one is Neptune.”

Stan is silent for a few moments. “So… this ain’t gonna kill us or something?”

“Eh, would already have destroyed our atmosphere and torn away our oceans if it was going to. It’s probably fine. We might as well enjoy it. It’s nice, you know? Like being back out there.” Ford waves out into the universe.

Stan tenses. “So, what? You wanna go back? Visit alien space babes and everything?”

Ford scoffs. “I can reminisce without wanting to leave the planet.”

Stan scowls and drinks his beer. It’s stupid to be a dick about this, it’s not like he has any reason to think Ford is gonna up and leave, he’s the one who asked Stan to go to sea and have adventures. Stupid. Calm the fuck down, he tells himself. It even works. Ford seems happy with all their adventures. They’re doing science, they’re shooting at stuff, they’re doing all the crap they thought they’d do as kids. Stan breathes deep and grabs another beer.

“Anyway, the multiverse was short on babes and high on deadly agents of Bill,” Ford said with a sigh.

“Oh, yeah.” It’s weirdly easy to forget that that triangle tormented Ford for half their lives, not just a summer. “Fuckin’ asshole.” Ford laughs, kind of for too long, if you ask Stan. He curls up on his chair and wheezes. At the end, he trails off into goofy, unexpectedly high ‘hee hee hee’s.

“He was! He really was.” Ford settles back onto his chair, chortling. He wipes at his eyes. 

Ignoring that, Stan goes on. “But you still had some good times out there, huh?” He hasn’t heard that much about it, really. When Ford talks about the last thirty years, somehow he almost always tells Stan something that could have easily happened on Earth. How Ford had to flee a country after stealing some gem, or got shot at, or earned a degree in studying wind currents or whatever. He never talks about space babes, not even a little.

It’s weird. He never got to be around Sixer when they grew up into real adults. He never found out if Ford ever pulled his nose out of a book long enough to date any girls. Ford was such a little weirdo about ladies as a teenager, acting like a jealous jerk when Stan had dates and never actually trying to get any himself. And Ford spent three decades running around with aliens– some of them had to be hot green space chicks who wanted a better look at Ford’s microscope, right? Stan sips his beer and considers.

“Oh, look!” Ford says suddenly, and unnecessarily. Meteors (or meteorites or comets or something, Stan doesn’t know) streak in sudden bursts across the sky, almost as outsized as the planets. Stan covers his eyes. It’s like sitting by the highway with a bunch of cars flying by. It must get really good after that, because Ford says, softly, “Wow.” After a while, Stan takes his arm off his face and looks up again. Now there’s a pair of big, violently red things, moons maybe, slowly rotating above them.

“So…” how to bring this up delicately? Better use some of that Stan Brand subtlety. “Fess up, bro.” They look at each other. Ford raises his eyebrows. “What’s your body count?”

Ford goes dead white other than the red cast the moons have doused everything in. It’s an overreaction that he probably wouldn’t even have had when they were teenagers and he was already a complete prude. “Excuse me?” he asks.

“Yeah, come on, spill it.” The more freaked out Ford gets the more hilariously fun it is to act casual, so Stan takes a swig of beer and looks down at the can, working the tab back and forth. “Don’t gimme any gross details, but I just have to ask.”

“Wh– why? Why do you have to ask?” He gets all panicky for like one second and then gets angry, the dick. “What makes you think you have any right to ask me that?” He draws himself up.

“Oh, here we go, it’s Ford’s Drama Hour.” Stan takes another drink just to have something to do. He slumps lower down in his seat. “Of course you’d have to make a big deal outta this.”

Ford swings his legs over the side of his chair. Sitting up straight, he glares at Stan, one fist clenched on his knee, the other crinkling his beer can. “Don’t bring up something like this and then accuse me of being dramatic! It’s none of–”

“Can it!” Fuck, if Stan has to hear that none of Ford’s life is any of his business, after everything they’ve gone through, after working to get him back for thirty years, he’s gonna sock Ford right in his stupid face. “Moses, why do I bother with you?” It’s a line borrowed directly from Ma. “Never mind Ford, I don’t give a shit anyway.” He sighs. Stan is just tired of all this kind of crap. They’re too old to still be bickering and snarling at each other.

“Well… good,” Ford says, looking away. A faint green streak of space dust is uncurling from behind a big brown planet and up into the sky. Ford watches it in silence, and Stan watches Ford. Instead of looking pissed, Ford looks sort of pathetic. Hangdog, Stan once heard a guy say, and for some reason the word has stuck around in his mind. Ford looks like he's lost something. 

Ford glances at him, and Stan scratches at his cheek, wishing he’d looked away before Ford saw him watching.

“Why do you want to know, Stanley?” he asks quietly. Stan doesn’t know how a question about sex could have gotten Ford to look like that.

“Bro, I don’t know, I didn’t know you were gonna flip out about it, I was just wondering! You were always so clueless around girls when we were kids, you know?” That wasn’t how that was supposed to come out.

“Stanley, what the hell are you talking about?” Ford holds his hands out to his sides. “Is this some kind of joke? What do girls have to do with anything?”

“What are you talking about? I was askin’– Wait.” Oh god. Not even Stanford could be so clueless, right? Or so messed up. “Ford, I– When people say ‘body count’, they mean how many people you’ve screwed, not fucking killed.”

Ford’s mouth opens and closes like a fish. He grips his beer can with both hands, absolutely crushing it now.

“Oh,” he says.

Stan sits up too, feeling his stomach lurch. He sets down his beer on the deck, because they’ve probably both had enough if they’re gonna talk about something like this.

“Well that’s… a much lower number,” Ford says, awkwardly meeting Stan’s eyes and glancing away again. Stan tries to sort out what he’s saying. “Help me out, here.” He rubs the back of his neck. “Ya got a ballpark, maybe? For either number?”

Ford drops his can next to Stan’s. He rubs his face. “I’ve killed people, isn’t that enough? What exactly would you gain from knowing the precise number, even if I knew it? That part of my life is over.”

“Yeah, well, you know me. Nosy.” Ford smiles tensely at him. “Ugh, scoot over.”

Ford makes room for Stan on his seat. Ford’s twisting his hands together now that he’s destroyed his beer can. Probably reliving all the murders he’s apparently committed on other planets. 

“Hey, c’mon. We’ve both done stuff we aren’t proud of, I bet, okay? I used to traffic drugs, if it makes you feel better,” Stan tells him.

“I’ve done that too.”

“Okay, jeez, make it a competition,” Stan says, pretending to be annoyed. Ford chuckles. Yes, Stan’s lame schtick saves the day again! “Look, Poindexter–” Stan starts, but Ford cuts him off.

“I don’t want you thinking of me as some kind of monster. I want to move past who I had to be in the wider multiverse. I wanted us to have a fresh start, Stan.” He turns to Stan with the saddest fucking eyes. Stan clears his throat.

“Hey, you’re breaking our pact. We don’t use the puppy-dog eyes on each other, you agreed to that.” He knocks Ford’s shoulder with his fist. Ford cocks his head in a way that powerfully reminds Stan of Mabel. When Ford gets it, he laughs.

“Stanley, we were seven when we made that pact! The statute of limitations must have run out by now. And in any case, I suspect the look is less effective coming from an old man than a small child.”

It was definitely working on Stan just now, or maybe it’s more to do with the news that Ford is a self-confessed killer. “You’re just tryin’ to weasel out of our deal. I spent all last summer gettin’ that look from Mabel and Dipper, don’t tell me you’re gonna use it to manipulate me, too.”

Ford looks at him with raised eyebrows. “Are you telling me that they were successful in melting your heart of ice?”

“No. You know I can’t stand those little troublemakers.” Ford leans hard against him in kind of a ‘you’re full of shit’ way. Stan grins. “So, are you gonna tell me about your sex life, or what?” he asks. Ford coughs. “You’ve slept with less people than you’ve bumped off, sure, but that doesn’t tell me anything, Ford. For all I know, you just made up this 'Ford Pines, assassin’ garbage to distract me. Or you’ve only killed one person.”

“I’ve killed more than one person,” says Ford flatly. Christ. Stan’s trying to steer them away from the heavy shit.

“Alright, so your actual body count is more than zero, way to go.” “That’s not.” Ford hesitates. “All I said was that my body count, as you so charmingly put it, is lower than my… other count. I’ve killed multiple people, but it doesn’t follow that I’ve necessarily bedded any specific number that’s…” he hesitates “above zero.”

Stan chokes, rounds on his twin. “No way. Are you screwing with me? Stanford?” Ford’s got this bitchy, ate-a-lemon look on his face. It’s how he looks when Stan’s right about something. “Holy shit,” says Stan gleefully. “Oh my god, Sixer, you’ve never been laid?” Stan roars with laughter and pounds his knee. It’s too good!

“I’m so glad you’re enjoying this,” says Ford sourly. “Enjoying it? Ford, this is the best thing I’ve ever heard!”

While Stan’s busting a gut at Ford’s expense, Ford pushes him off the chair. Stan sees it coming, though, so he just rolls out of Ford’s way as his dorky virgin twin stomps off. Stan tries to grab at Ford’s leg and keep him nearby– it’s so much more fun to laugh at him while he’s actually there– but Ford shakes him off and huffs off below deck.

Stan snickers up at the too-big, too-bright sky as his laughter trails off, savoring the moment. God, this is the best. He’s going to be able to make Sixer miserable for weeks. Longer! The rest of their lives, probably. So what’s he doing waiting around out here for? Might as well get back inside and get to some good old mockery. Stan climbs to his feet (crunch crunch crunch go his knees) and follows Ford, beaming so wide it hurts his face.

He blinks in the bright light when he steps inside. Ford’s not in their little galley but the Stan o’ War ain’t huge; Stan can hear him in the next room.

Stan leans against the door of what he sarcastically calls Ford’s study. It’s a room the size of a closet with a desk, chair, and a bajillion samples of weird crap Ford is studying this week. “Hey, don’t sweat it, Ford, you can probably find some old lady nerd who’ll pop your cherry!” Stan calls through the door. “Maybe y’oughta shave your shoulders first, though. I got it from a reliable source that the ladies don’t dig shoulder hair.”

Ford tries to open the door while Stan is still leaning against it. Stan jumps aside before his brother gives him a concussion. Ford’s glaring and red-faced. He’s holding a book and a purple cloth bag.

“What’cha doin’?” Stan asks innocently.

“I’m going to fix that.” Ford points toward the window. An indigo planet so huge it eclipses everything else stares in like a nosy neighbor.

“Aw, come on, live a little, Ford! Don’t you want some brotherly dating advice?” Stan tries to put his arm around Ford’s shoulders, but Ford kicks him in the shin. “Alright, Stanley, you’ve had your fun,” he grumps.

“I’m just gettin’ started on fun!” Stan claps Ford on the back, hard. “Lighten up, Stanford.”

“I’d honestly rather discuss my victims’ mournful families than this,” Ford grits out. He heads for the stairs down into the hold.

“Jeez,” Stan says to the empty room. Then he shrugs internally and follows Ford.

Ford unironically calls the hold “Research and Development.” It’s half Ford’s lab and half storage for anything that won’t fit anywhere else on the ship. Ford shrugs on his lab coat and puts the purple bag in his pocket. He glances over his shoulder when Stan follows him in.

“Go away, I have work to do.” He’s practically pouting.

“No you don’t.” Stan leans against a counter. He smirks. “You said that the sky would fix itself,” he reminds Ford. “And I doubt drunk science is gonna get us that far toward solving anything.” Ford scoffs. “I’ve done harder work than this while drugged to the gills. I just need some peace and quiet.” Maybe Stan needs to try a different strategy. If Ford manages to get wrapped up in science, he won’t be any fun at all.

“Look, I’m sorry, okay?” Stan spreads his hands wide in an honest, innocent gesture. Ford looks at him with narrowed eyes. “I get it, Sixer. About the mournful families and everything. You mighta kicked some ass over there, Ford, but you had to, and I know it. If I hadn’ta knocked you through that portal you wouldn’t have ever had a reason to kill people.” The Stanford of their youth hadn’t been some philanthropist or whatever, but he wasn’t an asshole or anything, either. He just wanted to study his nerd science and play his dorky games and drag Stan all over the beach lookin’ for trouble.

“Don’t do that,” snaps Ford, pulling a couple of books from a drawer.. “Don’t pretend to feel responsible for my actions just to guilt trip me.” Wow, sometimes Stan forgets that Ford really knows him.

“Alright, fine, how bout this?” Stan rubs the back of his neck. Maybe real honesty is the best bet. “You know I was on the run plenty. I went to prison, too, remember?” Ford’s expression softens a little.

“Yeah,” he says.

“Well it’s not like I never laid a beatdown on somebody, and I shot a few people in my time. No way of knowin’ if they all lived. Whatever you did it doesn’t matter to me, you know that, right?” Stan doesn’t want to talk about that stuff, but he can do it for a sentence or two if it means he can make sure Ford isn’t gonna worry that Stan thinks he’s a monster forever.

Ford heaves a sigh and opens a book, leafing through it restlessly. “Thanks,” he says. “I didn’t think you’d be disgusted by me, but I didn’t know if you would feel disappointed. In who I became without you.”

“No sense in wonderin’ who we woulda been if we’d stayed together,” Stan says roughly. “We got each other now.”

“You’re right, of course. But when you’ve been to enough parallel universes, you can’t help but wonder. I visited a handful of parallel Earths, but none in which we patched things up. At least, not as far as I know.” Ford starts gathering up flasks and beakers. He puts one on a flame, pulls the purple bag out of his pocket, and puts a pinch of a pink powder into the flask.

“I’m always right. Anyway, we patched things up in this universe, so we get to feel superior to all those loser Stans and Fords out there who didn’t, right?”

“That’s true,” Ford says thoughtfully. “Maybe this is the better world.”

“What, did you doubt it? You consider stayin’ around in some other universe?” God, that’s a nightmare. Stan tries to imagine what would have happened if Ford had just stuck around in another world and started a family or some shit. When Stan yanked him back to this universe, Ford would have given him a lot worse than a knuckle sandwich.

“Of course not, I had a quest to complete. I was trying to kill Bill.”

Stan snorts, but those movies came out while Ford was on the other side, so he wouldn’t get it.

“Don’t laugh, I almost succeeded!”

“Oh, can it, I ain’t laughin’ at you. You’re so self-absorbed. Sometimes a guy can laugh at other stuff. If you want me to laugh at you, I can do that. I can laugh at your dumb ass never managing to seal the deal with any chicks, even in space.” Stan grins. “So, were you more the ‘too scared to talk to girls’ type or the ‘chokes at the last second’ type?”

Ford rolls his eyes, but red also creeps across his cheeks. He puts his hands on his hips, staring down at his book, which, Stan realizes when he comes closer, isn’t written using any letters he’s ever seen. Ford growls something to himself. Stan considers pushing it, and decides against it. Finally, to Stan’s surprise, Ford answers.

“The second one, if you must know,” he says.

“Oh. So, there were, uh, actual possibilities for you, huh?” That’s weird. Okay, it’s weird that Ford has made it past 60 without doing the deed, but it’s weirder to think of Ford actually having a shot, even if he never made it all the way.

Ford snatches up a bottle of what really looks and smells like vinegar, glaring at it. “See,” he starts angrily “this is why there’s no point discussing this. It’s so completely unbelievable to you that I might have ever been able to fall in love, you act like I’m some kind of robot.”

“Love? Who the heck said anything about love? You know that’s not a requirement for sex, right? I hear people can even have sex outside of marriage now, it’s some new invention,” he says sarcastically.

“I’m done talking about this, Stanley,” Ford says firmly. He pours the vinegar(?) onto the pink powder, which is now giving off silver smoke, or maybe steam, somehow.

“Not if I have anything to say about it!” Stan tells him with a laugh.

Unfortunately it seems like maybe Stan doesn’t have anything to say about it. He wheedles and whines and throws pencils at Ford as Ford does whatever science stuff he thinks he needs to, to no effect. Ford takes a tiny glowing gem from a black glass jar and adds it to his potion, then takes a bunch of notes and shoves Stan toward the aft corner of the hold, where he silently pulls Stan behind a crate. They crouch there, Ford looking serious and a lot more sober now.

“Uh,” Stan whispers, distracted from his attempts to get Ford to spill all his relationship beans. “What are we doing?”

“Taking cover. Keep your head down,” Ford says shortly. Then he leans over the crates and uses his watch to shoot a tiny laser beam across the hold, presumably at the weird magic potion he just made.

Stan yelps, but there’s just the sound of breaking glass, no explosion or anything.

“Yes!” shouts Ford. He scrambles back out from behind the crate and picks up the pink potion, which is now frozen or something, still in the shape of the flask it had been in before. “Ow, damn it.” Ford looks down at his bare feet. The idiot still isn’t wearing shoes, and the floor is covered in broken glass. “Way to go, genius. You’re gonna get tetanus out here and die, and what’ll I tell the kids?”

Ford raises his science experiment into the air like it’s a champagne flute. “That I died doing what I loved. And fixing the sky. Will you bring me a bandage, or very thick socks?”

How the hell this guy managed to survive without Stan for almost an entire lifetime, Stan will never know. While Ford picks glass out of his foot and tracks blood all over the hold doing more science, Stan gets all the stuff he needs to make sure Ford’s foot won’t fall off.

Ford sits on a stool with one foot up on a crate while Stan fixes him up. Ford has carved his potion into a rough egg shape, and now he’s working on cramming it into a big sci-fi looking gun made of some grayish-blue metal. Stan eyes the gun as Ford puts some shoes on.

“What, are ya gonna shoot the planets back to normal?” He rolls his eyes.

“Yep, that’s about right,” says Ford.

Maybe he isn’t as sobered up as Stan thought.

-

Back on deck, Stan’s breath is taken away again by the total hugeness of the sky and everything in it. A titanic yellow planet with sparkling rings crisscrossing it hovers above them, with glowing gray moons drifting around in the half the sky left untouched by the planet. Stan whistles, low.

“We woulda given our arms and legs to see somethin’ like this as kids,” he observes.

“It really is beautiful,” Ford agrees. Stan glances at him.

“Do you really have to try to fix it? You said before it would fix itself.” “Well, yes, it probably would,” Ford admits. “But it would be fun to see if this works. And it probably wouldn’t do any harm.”

“Aw, leave it be, Sixer. You can just say it did work if the regular sun is back up there tomorrow– who’ll know any different? Besides, if it doesn’t work and does do harm, you don’t want to be responsible for getting me killed. You just got me almost killed by a sea monster last week.”

Ford smiles. “It was wonderful.” Wow. “That huge beak! An incredible specimen– though I don’t regret sending it back to the deep if the trade-off was you keeping your life.” Ford is letting the gun droop in his hand.

“Touching, I’m touched, look at me, I’m overcome.” Stan sits right back down on his chair and folds his arms behind his head. After a moment, Ford copies him. He drops the gun on the deck with a sigh a few seconds later.

“Well, then, if we’re just going to sit here, you might as well keep pestering me,” Ford sounds amused. Stan’s desire to pry isn’t at all lowered by Ford’s willingness to participate. He scratches his chin as he thinks of what to ask.

“You say you had a shot but flubbed it at the last minute, huh? Why? You’re not horribly disfigured or anything. Wait, was it the hands? Cause if it was that, then fuck her, Ford, you can do better than some dumb coed who freaks out about your dumb hands,” Ford gives him a curious look.

“What makes you assume that it was a coed? I never said this was a college encounter. And no, my hands were not an issue.”

Stan rolls his eyes. “You never knew nobody in Gravity Falls well enough for ‘em to even notice we weren’t the same guy,” Stan tells him. “So it was either a hot alien babe or some gal at your fancy college when you were young and dumb.”

“Well, I can safely say I’m…mostly unattracted to non-human aliens. You were right, it was at Backupsmore, which, by the way, is the least fancy university I could have possibly attended.” Stan and Ford both avoid eye contact by looking up. That whole thing is mostly left in the past, Ford going to what he claims was some garbage school (but was still, y’know, a college) because Stan messed up his life.

“Yeah, so,” Stan tries to gloss over the awkwardness. “What went wrong? Did she decide she wasn’t into it?” Stan grins while his brother squirms. Ford’s so embarrassed talkin’ about this, even though he technically asked for it. It really is like he and Stan are teenagers again and Stan has just discovered Ford’s kissing machine.

“Well… It’s hard to explain. It’s not that anything went wrong, exactly.” The words come slowly out of Ford’s mouth, like he’s chewing over each one carefully. “We both were ambitious. We wouldn’t have worked out in the long run due to… certain factors. My partner didn’t care about that but I didn’t want to…”

“Screw,” Stan suggests helpfully.

“You’re disgusting. Whatever you want to call it, I wasn’t interested in anything casual, but neither of us could promise anything serious,” Ford explains.

“Wow.” What a girl. “You seriously didn’t even go for it? Even if she was married or somethin’ you could have at least tried! If she didn’t wanna go steady with ya, you would have gotten your rocks off, which probably would have improved your personality.”

“You’re in favor of sleeping with married women?” Ford asks incredulously.

“I used to be a door-to-door salesman, Ford, you do the math. You just gotta get used to hustlin’ out the back door if the hubby comes home.” The Stan o’ War tosses a little before settling. “Anyway, don’t worry about it. I’m a great wingman! Next time we’re at port we can find you a chick to spend some quality time with!” Stan waggles his eyebrows even though Ford can’t see him.

“No thank you,” says Ford, a wince in his voice.

Ford’ll come around, Stan is sure. It’s weird, he thinks, that getting Ford to talk about a girl he didn’t even score with in college is like pulling teeth. You’d think he’d be more matter-of-fact about some woman from forty years ago. Then again, it’s been forty years and Ford never got with any other women. Forty years and he’s not even willing to talk about what did and didn’t go down with her without Stan forcing it out of him. Maybe this is more serious than he thought. He can’t still be pining for her or something, can he? “Ford-”

“Stan,” Ford interrupts hoarsely. “I’m gay.”

“Oh.”

“So there was no way. He… was only interested in me in the physical sense, I suppose you could say,” Ford says in a rush.

Stan's brain chugs along, trying to catch up to this sudden turn in the conversation.

Hang on. “So some freakin’ jerk wanted to bang you in college cause he was just some free-lovin’ hippie who wanted to sleep around? What a little dick.”

“A moment ago you said it was alright if the woman I was interested in was married, now it’s wrong of a hypothetical man to sleep with me casually? And don’t say bang like that, especially not in reference to me!”

“It’s different when it’s a guy, Ford. Men are pigs, you obviously knew that even back then; you were smart enough not to sleep with some scumbag.” Stan kicks his legs restlessly. “Guys like that will say whatever they can to get into your pants. Believe me, I’ve been that guy. Without the hippie part.”

“He was always very respectful of my decision not to let things get too out of hand, actually,” Ford says, tone split between horribly uncomfortable and defensive. “I just didn’t tell him why. Not the whole reason, at any rate.”

“Okay, so he took what he could get, how charming, real romantic guy.” Stan knows he’s right because Stanford doesn’t argue, just sighs heavily like he’s getting paid for it.

“I should also mention that it’s not particularly fair to fault him for being a hippie. I went to BMU, it was the archetypal hippie school. The best pot was sold by the professors. Or so I heard,” Ford says.

“Man, I’m learning all kinds of stuff about you tonight.” Before Ford can somehow drag the conversation back to murders they’ve committed, Stan charges ahead with the even more uncomfortable topic they’re already on. “Anyway, so you’re gay, huh? That’s why you didn’t wanna talk about the getting laid thing.” “You seem remarkably nonplussed.” Acting calm in the face of Ford drama wins again, take that, Poindexter.

“What, you thought I was gonna flip out? I mean, yeah, it’s like, a big deal or whatever, but.” Crud, Stan’s attempt to act normal is falling apart the longer he pauses. “Look, it’s fine, Ford. You caught me at a good age for this, I can admit that. When we were younger I probably woulda been more of a jerk about it.” It would be great to tell Ford that he was always fine with whatever, but he can’t bullshit his brother quite that much.

“I know,” Ford says quietly. “Why do you think I never told you when we were living at home?”

“You–” Stan’s brain scrambles, his heart sinks. “You knew even back then? What, did you always know?” You hear that stuff from people in the movies, but the idea of Ford as a gay eight-year-old or something in Glass Shard Beach is so wrong. No, no, not wrong, not like something’s wrong with Ford. It’s just depressing. Jersey in the fifties or even sixties definitely wasn’t the best place to figure out you’re a guy who’s into guys. And Ford never telling him… What’s wrong with Stan? That shouldn’t be the part that bothers him.

“Well, mostly always. It’s hard to explain. Do you remember when you had that crush on Corrinne, from school? When we were about eleven? She had short black hair.”

Of course Stan remembers. Corrinne was his first real crush, he was crazy about her. “Yeah, I think so.”

“Before that, we always just talked about women in movies and on TV. You’d tell me how beautiful they were and I would agree because I could understand that they were beautiful. But when you started talking about Corrinne incessantly and doodling her in your little comics–” shit, Ford knew about that? “–I started realizing that you were feeling something I wasn’t. And not too long after that I got my first crush.” He says it like it’s the end of the story.

“Well don’t leave me hanging!” Ford makes a questioning noise and shifts against his chair, which creaks under him.

“Oh, you mean who was it?” Stan groans. “Unbelievable, Poindexter.”

Ford chuckles. “Davey Grass. And before you say it–”

“Wait, a sec, I don’t think I know who that is.” Is this normal forgetfulness or Old-Man-McGucket’s-Crazy-Gun forgetfulness?

Ford says, like it causes him physical pain, “You always made fun of him because he had braces. He was in the Boy Scouts?”

Well that jogs a memory, but… “He was in high school! When we were little kids! And he had zits all over his face, are you kidding?”

“Stanley, I was twelve,” Ford says testily. “He was tall and could play the guitar, what do you want me to say?”

“I can’t believe you fell for a guy who could play a musical instrument. If I tell Dipper about this, you’re gonna get disowned,” jokes Stan.

“That’s not funny, Stan,” Ford’s voice gets all high-pitched, like a Ford from 1963 has popped in to defend his choice in crushes. “You can’t tell anyone!”

“I was kidding, genius, grow a sense of humor, already.” Stan folds his arms for effect in case Ford looks over.

“I can’t believe you’re acting like this is no big deal! All my life, I couldn’t– I never told anyone, and you–!” Oh boy. Ford sits up, gripping the sides of the chair like he’s about to fly off.

“I ain’t tellin’ nobody anything, Ford! I got your back okay? Anyway, that stuff isn’t that big of a deal anymore. Lotsa states even have gay marriage these days.” Ford just turns his face away and brings his hand up to swipe at his face.

Great, so now Stan gets to feel guilty about not having a ‘Congrats on Being Gay’ cake ready for this occasion. All things considered, he thinks he reacted pretty well. It hasn’t totally sunk in yet, sure, and yeah, maybe Stan shouldn’t be relieved that Ford has admitted he’s never actually done anything with a guy before, but he just found out! You gotta give a guy a little time to rethink every part of his childhood. When he and Ford planned to sail away on the original Stan o’ War, Ford was gay. When Ford went off to college, he was gay. When they were late coming home from a day on the beach and the house was locked and they ended up sleeping outside, Ford was gay then, too. It’s not like Stan thinks there’s something wrong with it, it’s just a big change!

“I wanted to tell you, Stanley,” Ford says. He takes a shaky breath. “It just wasn’t something anyone talked about back then.”

“I know, Sixer. I get it. And look…” Goddammit, if Ford’s telling him, he has to tell Ford, Stan realizes. “Look, it’s not the exact same, since I like broads just fine, but it’s not like I never messed around with a guy, okay?” Fuck, it’s harder to say than he thought.

“Oh. Wow.” And that’s it, as far as a reaction from Ford goes. Kind of a letdown. “That makes a certain amount of sense, actually! Did you know identical twins are more likely to have the same sexual orientation than fraternal twins?” Ford turns to look excitedly at him.

Stan half-forces a laugh. “No. I didn’t know that. So what you’re sayin’ is that Dipper and Mabel are a coin toss, huh?”

“Yes, Stan, that’s what I’m saying. I’m saying ‘let’s speculate about our teenaged niece and nephew’s sexual preferences.’” Ford says dryly.

“I had to live with those hormonal little twerps for three months, I don’t need to speculate.” Horrible memories of Dipper’s creepy yearning and Mabel’s high-pitched shrieks make Stan shudder. “We were nowhere near that bad, that’s for sure.”

“An adolescence full of denial and social ostracization will do that,” Ford laughs. That guy has a weird sense of humor.

They watch a planet with sparkling violet clouds drift by, then one blacker than the sky. Stan realizes that he’s falling asleep as a blurry orange nebula shaped like a claw makes its way up into the highest part of the sky. He lets his eyes close.

“Thanks, Stanley,” Ford mutters drowsily from off to his right.

“Forget it, bro. Hey, you really gonna leave the sky like this?”

“Mmm-hmm,” Ford hums. “I think it’ll turn out alright.”

#forduary #gravity falls #my fic #my post

[rubydracogirl]

Time for a Gravity Falls AU ramble heehee

I think a Supernatural AU of Gravity Falls would be really cool. Not sure if anyone’s already done it, but like, imagining Ford and Stan as Sam and Dean kind of makes a lot of serotonin happen for me 😂

I know, I know, that’s basically just their sea grunks phase, but what if it wasn’t. What if their parents, or someone close to them was killed or disappeared by paranormal means (Bill maybe?), so Ford and Stan embark on their adventures much earlier, with a more revenge-oriented purpose for researching anomalies and the paranormal.

Stanley funds their adventures through scams and he constantly impersonates people in positions of power or trust like priests, cops, federal agents etc. Ford definitely leans more towards researching monsters and local legends and putting the pieces together in each case.

Eventually they meet up with Fiddleford during a hunt and he becomes their man in the chair, kinda like Bobby.

Sksksks anyways, as per usual, I have too many ideas and not enough attention span to actually focus. But picturing Stan and Ford as Sam and Dean is really, really fun...

#Ruby Rambles #supernatural #gravity falls #crossover concept #i never liked the way supernatural just focused on angels and demons #i loved when the show explored things like ghosts #cryptids #urban legends #and pagan deities #and I think Ford and Stan would be great at investigating those kinds of things #Stan and Ford could trace their entity to Gravity Falls #and catalogue all the weird stuff there #maybe solve some mysteries and save some people #idk don't look at me #time to rewatch the good seasons of supernatural again

[fordanoia]

Fictober18 Day 1.

Fandom: Gravity Falls  ||  CW: Ghost/Death implications  ||  “Can you feel this?”

______

“Can you feel this?”

“No.”

“What about this?”

He sighed before answering again. “No.”

Stan was sitting on the floor beside Ford’s body. He lifted Ford’s leg up by the fabric of his pants. “This?”

“Stanley-“

“Okay, okay, blame a guy for making sure.” Stan let his leg drop back down unceremoniously.

Ford hovered in the air nearby him, the pair both looking at where his body currently laid in the small makeshift kitchen. He attempted to cross his arms behind his back only for them to pass through with a frustrated look on his face.

“How’s it floating?”

“I’m technically dead right now, Stanley.”

“... Not as dead as the once in a lifetime joke you just killed, Sixer.”

“Sincerest apologies, I’ll be sure not to kill that one then.” He replied blandly.

“You’re killing me here, you know that?” He said putting a hand to his own chest as he glancing up at Ford’s spectral form.

“Not too quickly, I hope.”

Stan looked back at the body and they both stared at it for a few seconds, thinking.

“Have you tried just getting inside of it and... connecting with it?” Stan suggested.

“Yes.”

“How’d that work?”

Ford stopped and just silently looked back over at him.

Stan checked over at him when he didn’t answer only to see Ford was dead ass staring at him. “Look, I know how it turned out, but did it do anything is what I’m asking.”

“As far as I could tell no.” Ford said, finally looking back at his body again.

“This happen a lot?”

“Usually? No. For one, you really shouldn’t even be able to see my current form. Unless, I’m actually dead dead, I suppose.”

“We walked into town once here, and you think you already died? It’s not even a dangerous place.”

Ford shrugged.

“Least you’re on the boat.” He muttered quietly, a bit uncomfortable again with Ford’s body just... unmoving in front of him. “Alright,” He said, “how do we fix it?”

Ford didn’t say anything.

Stan crossed his arms and tapped his fingers along his sleeves, waiting. He’d been terrified when he’d initially discovered Ford’s body here, but ghost kinda-blue-and-see-through-y-spirit Ford had been right there too and quickly proved that it was really him.

That original gut feeling from that initial sight was dredging itself up again though as another second ticked on with him sitting quietly in front of Ford’s utterly still body.

And another second with no response... And another... “Ford!”

“It’s alright. It’s alright, Stanley, I was just thinking.” Ford assured him easily, and Stan finally looked over at him again, letting himself relax.

Either Ford was all blasé about dying, which he better like hell not be after everything that happened, or he really was confident that they could fix this.

Ford continued on, gesturing about like normal. “There’s a few different things it could be, but the most likely situation is that it was some kind of forced astral project-“ his hand went through Stan’s shoulder, and he stopped with half his arm cutting through him. Then just let out some heated alien curse as he pulled his hand back.

“This is half the damn reason I hate astral projection!!” He went to put hand up against the side of his head and it went clean through. Ford frowned bitterly, audibly taking in a deep breath through his nose as he let both his hands fall back to his side again.

“Forced astral projection...?”

Ford took a breath. “Yes. There’s a few solutions, but one of the easier ones would just be getting a few supplies from the shops in town. There should be at least some tacky gift shop that sells some quartz.”

Stan grunted, scratching at his chin. “Is your body gonna be okay just...” he gestured at it, “like this?”

“Yes, it looks concerning, but once I’m back inside it will ‘jump start’ so to speak.”

Stan took a deep breath and slowly pulled himself up from the tabletop nearby. “Alright, sounds like a plan.” He glanced back at him. “Any idea why this happened?”

Ford hummed. “Mmm. Nope.” He smiled then, lightening up a bit and lifting up a finger. “Chances are we’ll find out in town though! Maybe someone there accidentally casted a wayward spell that caught onto me.”

“Or, you know... it was aimed at you on purpose ‘cause you accidentally cut in line at the store in front of a witch or something.”

“That’s also a possibility.” Ford noted pleasantly.

#fictober18 #fictober #my fics #my own #stan twins #its a drabble honestly im writing this at work #long post #cw ghost #cw implied death #whats that one movie? seventh heaven #where the dude moves into an apartmemt and theres a ghost chick that berates him to use coasters #the same tone of the first half of that movie #but its the sea grunks on a mini adventure and ford is just #astral projected and theres like 47 jokes about him being a ghost #gravity falls #sea grunks #c:ford #c:stan

[cbmagus49]

I love the beard you gave Stan for your next summer AU. Tell me more about this au, please? your art is always lovely to see pass my dash

Awwww thank you 💛 I'm not the greatest at articulating my ideas but I'll try to get my thoughts in order enough to explain it then ^^ Prepare yourself for a big ol' infodump :P

Okay oh boy uhhhh here goes, so the

Second Summer AU

is basically exactly what it says on the tin; it's my ideas for what the Pines family's next summer in Gravity Falls might be like. There are a lot of interesting ways that the events of the finale would change up the status quo, as well as character dynamics and relationships that didn't have time to be explored much, and I want to try to explore as many of them as I can!

I only have a handful of ideas that are fleshed out enough to be actual episodes, but I'm hoping I can come up with enough content to make this into a whole season ^^

Some general stuff I wanna include:

Soos and Melody!! Just in general. More of them. Also they get married by the end :)

Lots of Stan and Soos bonding ^^

Melody being the responsible mum figure the disaster Pines family sorely needs

Might add a bit of light shippy stuff, nothing huge just cutesy fluff and developing crushes (I'm rather partial to Dipacifica and MabelxCandy, I think they're cute and would fit pretty well with the canon ^^)

Really interested in how daily life at the shack would change now that Soos and Abuelita (and presumably Melody) are living there

Dipper and Wendy without the awkward crush being the bff dream team they were always meant to be

Pacifica working at Greasy's and forming an unlikely friendship with Lazy Susan

Stan and Ford going along on adventures with the kids

Ford spending time with Mabel!!! We hardly got anything with those two in canon and frankly we were robbed!!

Ford interacting with anyone actually

Gideon legitimately growing as a person and being Mabel's friend again

Stan being a bad influence great role model for Wendy

Pacifica making amends with Candy and Grenda and joining Mabel's group

McGucket cooking up some really crazy stuff with his new-found wealth and resources

Maybe some mystery trio?

I wanna involve Robbie in some way but I'm not sure how yet

I'd like to have Dipper and Mabel's parents show up at some point, Shermie too

More Candy and Grenda

Melody chaperoning the kids' adventures as the sole responsible adult in Gravity Falls

I also have a couple of specific episodes in mind :)

An episode where Ford is running the shack, probably the B plot for a Stan and Soos ep

An anthology type episode of Stan and Ford telling the kids about their Sea Grunk Adventures, featuring the thrilling origin story of Stan's beard

Another anthology one focusing on the townies between summers (I think a whole ep that doesn't have any of the Pines family could be really interesting ^^)

Monsterfalls ep, probably a two parter

Hope that sums it up nicely 💛

#gravity falls #second summer au #long post #sorry for the wall of text lol #man this took a while #I tried to make it as comprehensive as I could #I'd been meaning to make a proper post about the au #so getting an actual ask about it helped

[eregyrn-falls-art]

And here we have the natural conclusion of the recent Hunt for Bigfoot series (part one here, and part two here) I’ve been doing -- a return to the Oregon coast, bearing a gift for Bigfoot from Mabel. 

The sweater depicts Bigfoot’s fellow PNW cryptid, the Pacific Northwest Tree Octopus, which has become a favorite of Mabel’s ever since a Sea Grunk adventure a couple of years ago.  (Seen recently again here.)  Dipper would like Mabel to get down in front, so he can get some sketching done for his notes.

(As mentioned before, I’ve loosely based my Bigfoot design on the life-sized figure -- made of grizzly fur I believe -- at the International Cryptozoology Museum in Portland, Maine (my photos here).  Only, I’ve tried to make his fur a bit more redwoods-colored, and my take on his skin color is a sort of moss/lichen green, perfect for blending into the woods.)

#gravity falls #stanford pines #stanley pines #mabel pines #dipper pines #sea grunks! #cryptids #bigfoot #pacific northwest tree octopus #sasquatch #tree octopus #my art

[detectivejigsawpines]

Just a Normal Day

A short drabble about sea grunks having an average adventure, written in honor of their birthday.

Even before they got attacked by the Cthulhu beast, it had been a pretty average morning on the sea for the Pines twins.

Wake up at the crack of dawn (Ford) or closer to late morning (Stan); eat breakfast; reset the spell to ward off the vengeful leprechauns who might still be after them for stealing their treasure in case they’d figured out they were chasing a decoy trail by now; do a little late morning fishing, while keeping an eye out for that golden fish Stan was sure he’d seen swimming under their boat last week, and which he was hoping laid golden fish eggs or something; finally notice what time it was (Stan) and head inside to make lunch.

Just another normal day.

Stan was examining their supplies, trying to decide if it was worth breaking out some of the canned hamburger meat and throwing together sloppy Joes instead of making them eat fish again, when he was knocked skiwampus by the boat being yanked to a halt; as he struggled to regain his balance by grabbing onto the table, a vicious, blood-curdling roar came rumbling through the air from outside.

Stan sighed, and wondered if the kraken was back. In one swift motion he grabbed the spare harpoon they had hanging over the door, and stepped out to see if Ford needed help dealing with it.

It wasn’t the kraken.

It still looked like some kinda big octopus monster, though, with a mass of writhing tentacles where its face should be, and a bulbous head in the back just like an octopus body. The rest of it, at least as far as the torso, was kinda like a human’s but a little bigger (about the size of a baby whale), with slimy-looking green-brown skin and a pair of big, wrinkled, wet wings sticking out of its back. Whatever this thing was, it had grabbed onto the back of their boat, and was looming menacingly over Ford as Stan stepped outside.

“...and you are now my prisoners!” he bellowed, as his piercing golden eyes landed on Stan. “Surrender your weapons now, puny mortals, and I might be merciful!!!!”

“Yeesh, did we trespass on his territory or something?” Stan asked, leaning on the harpoon.

Ford shrugged with one shoulder, since he was trying to write in his journal at the same time. “He didn’t really say; he just jumped onboard and started threatening me.”

“Huh.” Stan looked up at the beast. “You the lord of this part of the ocean or whatever?”

The beast blinked-which looked pretty weird, his eyelids went sideways instead of up and down like humans-before nodding vigorously. “Yes! I am the lord of this part of the ocean, and you must surrender to me now, or else suffer my wrath!!!!” He slammed a fist down against the side of the boat, making it rock up and down so hard he had to scrabble to keep his balance. Stan coughed into his fist to hold back a snicker.

Ford tilted his head. “I could have sworn this was still the primary territory of the Manatee-Merfolk Alliance. Are you sure you haven’t made some kind of mistake?”

“What part of prisoners did you not understand?!” the beast demanded, spreading out his wings and shaking them as his tentacles writhed angrily. “Give up your weapons, now-all of them!!!!”

“...You sure you want that? It’s kind of gonna take awhile-”

“NOW, or I crush your boat in my mighty fist!!!!”

Stan glanced at Ford, who rolled his eyes and nodded. With a small sigh, they began disarming themselves.

********

...A minute passed and they were still at it.

Ford’s pile of weapons was almost as tall as he was, mostly consisting of long-range weapons like guns, but with a few vials of poisons and some handcuffs thrown into the mix.

Stan’s pile was more proportionate, but the number of places that weapons were produced from (including a smoke bomb that he’d somehow managed to keep tucked under his beanie) was frighteningly impressive.

The monster watched their progress with increasingly wide eyes; finally, as Stan produced another set of brass knuckles out of a secret pocket sewn onto the inside of his coat, he spluttered, “...Where were you keeping those?”

Stan just grinned shamelessly. “Trust me, sunshine, you don’t wanna know.”

“Okay, I think that’s everything,” Ford said at last, indicating the pile of weaponry.

“Yeah, well, I’m still workin’, gimme a minute.” Stan produced a switchblade, and tossed it onto his pile. Then, in a brief sleight of hand, he snatched another one from the pile and pretended to draw it out of his coat to toss it on next. “Hey, tentacles-face-ya think you could bring us back by Wednesday? We got a Zoom appointment ta keep, and our niece and nephew hate it when we’re late.” Another sleight of hand allowed him to scoop up another weapon.

“That’s not how this-now see here!” The monster drew himself up to his full height, nearly falling backwards off the boat. “You guys-you puny mortals are my prisoners! And as such, you need to understand that this is not a joking matter! I could squash you both like sea slugs if I wished! I’m all-powerful, an eons-old abomination whose very name would send you into madness if spoken aloud! So you better start quaking in fear and begging for mercy like proper captives!!!!”

Stan looked at Ford. “Sounds like we’re his first.” He looked back at the monster. “You’re doin’ great, buddy-good job on the whole threatening schtick.” He offered a thumbs-up, while using the other hand to snag another weapon that he pretended to produce from another hiding spot.

Ford winked at him, and looked back at their ‘captor.’ “Is this some sort of coming-of-age ritual for your species?” He produced his journal again, pen poised. “Very clever move, by the way, threatening our boat to get us to disarm ourselves. In the future, though, I would suggest that you try taking one of us hostage first, in order to create maximum-”

“STOP IT!”

The monster abruptly started pounding his fists against the side of the boat, nearly tipping it over before instead pitching him all the way onto the deck. “YOU’RE NOT SUPPOSED TO BE LIKE THIS! YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO-I’M YOUR-IT’S NOT FAIR-!”

It took Stan a moment to realize that the angry noises leaving his mouth (?) were accompanied by the sound of frustrated sobs.

He hissed through his teeth, and shot Ford a guilty look.

“...Oh boy. Looks like we got a little one here.”

********

Stan crossed the boat and crouched down in front of the weeping monster, putting a hand on his back and rubbing the spot right between his wings.

“Deep breaths, in and out. You’re not gonna get anything done like this, so just take a bit ta calm down, okay?”

The monster hiccuped and coughed, shrinking in on himself in a way that was painfully familiar to both of them.

Ford knelt down at his other side. “Maybe if you tell us why this is so important to you, we can provide some assistance?”

The monster shook his head and buried his head in his arms. “I just wanted-hic-to show my friends I could catch the Pines twins all by myself,” he croaked.

The two old men looked at each other in a mixture of surprise and slight alarm. “...You know who we are?”

That was finally enough to get him to sit up, wiping his eyes with his tentacles. “You kidding? Every creature of the seas knows who you are! You’re the guys who beat up krakens and steal gold from leprechauns and then you and your boat vanish without a trace! You’re the coolest cryptids ever!”

It took both of them a moment to digest that. By the time they did, though, they were grinning in equal delight.

“We’re cryptids?!” Ford asked, eyes practically brimming over with overjoyed tears.

“Yeah! And people at school were sayin’ you’re just a myth, but I knew you were real cuz my uncle saw your ship up in the Arctic last winter, and I was gonna capture you and bring you to class to show everyone how wrong they were and then I’d be famous and they’d stop calling me a weird runt all the time!” After a second his wings drooped, and he stared miserably down at the deck. “...Guess it was pretty dumb of me to think I could catch you all by myself.”

Stan put a hand on his shoulder. “...Kid...as much as we wanna help, we can’t just be your prisoners. We got our own lives ta get back to.”

“Plus, neither of us is able to breathe underwater,” Ford added.

The monster sighed, and pulled a strip of kelp from around his neck, turning one of the leaves until it was facing him. He squirted a stream of black ink from one of his tentacles, and dipped the tip of another one into the ink and used it to trace something that looked like a bunch of gobbledygook to Stan onto the leaf. “Humans...don’t...breathe...underwater.”

Awww...he’s a super nerd, just like Ford and Dipper!

That gave Stan an idea.

“Hey.” He nudged the monster. “What about a picture of us instead? Along with genuine proof of a close encounter?”

The monster’s head jerked up. “A picture?! Like with one of those weird magic boxes you humans carry around sometimes?!”

“That’s the one.” Stan grinned. He looked at Ford and jerked his head towards the cabin; his brother took the hint and headed for it, returning with an antique Polaroid camera that Ford had been experimenting on, but still took good pictures.

The monster’s tentacles began writhing around his face like they’d come to life, and he let out a high-pitched squeal of excitement.

“This is the greatest day of my life!!!!”

********

It took a bit of staging and directing and trying out different angles, but eventually they produced a set of photos that appeared to be of an eldritch abomination in training being attacked by, and bravely fighting off, the ferocious monster hunter Pines twins (hopefully nobody would think to ask how and why the monster had managed to get these pictures taken).

Then, while Stan took them into the cabin and soaked them in a special substance Ford had invented that would render them waterproof, Ford sat on the prow next to the young cryptid enthusiast and offered tips on future hunting adventures, comparing notes with him on some of the creatures they’d both seen. He also (with permission) took a few samples from the monster, including a long strip of skin (“Make it look like a wound I got in the fight! Man, this is gonna be so cool, Yog-Sothoth is gonna eat his heart out! Possibly literally!”) and some of the ink from his tentacles.

When Stan came back with the photos, he also handed over one of his spare brass knuckles that had lost a corner. “Have another souvenir, kid.”

The monster’s tentacles lashed out and wrapped around their faces in what felt like a really weird version of a hug before pulling away, leaving them covered in some of the slimy stuff they were coated in.

“Thank you so much! I really really hope the leprechauns don’t catch you-if they come this way I’ll make sure to eat some of them so they won’t!” He waved at them joyfully as he dived back into the ocean and disappeared.

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After a moment Stan wiped his face on his coat sleeve.

“...Well, that happened.”

He turned away and began gathering up his weapons.

“Such a strange mixture of childlike innocence and barbarity,” Ford mused as he pulled out a jar and gathered the slime into it for yet another sample. “His culture must be fascinating-I almost wish he would have taken us with him so I could have seen it.”

“You would’ve drowned before you could gather any data.”

“...You don’t know that.”

“He literally didn’t know that humans can’t breathe underwater, Sixer. Not gonna happen.”

He ignored Ford’s sulking and kept cleaning, while musing to himself over the possible monetary opportunities being a couple of cryptids could bring...

#gravity falls #sea grunks #stan pines #ford pines #cthulhu doesn't stand a chance #stan just adopting everyone #humor #and fluff (sort of) #drabble ish

[gravityfallscustomplush]

Stan- "Arrrrgh me hearties, we've hit land!"

Ford- "Stanley please stop talking like a pirate. It's extremely exasperating."

Stan- "I know not what you talk about landlubber!"

Ford- "Ugh"

Ford- "Are you sure this is the right place?"

Stan- "Yes the X will mark the spot where the booty is buried you scurvy scallywag!"

Ford- "Oh brother."

Stan- "There it be! Raise the Jolly Roger!"

Ford- "What did you just say?"

Stan- "Just dig Ford!"

Stan- " Arrrrgh there she be! I bet she's filled with tons of doubloons!"

Ford- " Huh, imagine that."

Stan- "HOLY SHIT!!!!"

Ford- "Stanley, I'm sorry I didn't believe that we would actually find treasure."

Stan- "I should make ye walk the plank for such nonsense!"

Ford- "Really?"

Stan- "Oh course not, I wouldn't want anyone else by my side but you."

🥹

#gravity falls #stanford pines #ford pines #stanley pines #stan pines #sea grunks #sea grunk adventures #by the sea #pirates #custom plush #plushies #handmade

[artsymeeshee]

#gravity falls #stanley pines #stanford pines #stan twins #stan pines #ford pines #my art #sea grunks #more of the boys on their adventure

[darylstorey]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Gravity Falls Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Ford Pines & Stan Pines Characters: Ford Pines, Stan Pines, OC - Character Additional Tags: Sea Grunks, Slice of Life, Humor, Adventure, Family Bonding, Old guys being happy (for once), drabble-ish, Stan just adopting everybody Summary:

Like the title says, just another normal day in the lives of sea grunks.

Made as a gift for Hinny_B because I love her work.

@detectivejigsawpines & Hinny_B two very talented writers who are just the sweetest 

A solid fun Sea grunkle story very worth the read :) <3

#cryptid Stan and Ford #amazing story #sea grunks #stan pines #ford pines #slice of life #by technicality

[elishevart]

@stephreynaart little sketches of Ford getting a chub inspired me this little Drabble.

Hope you like!

#gravity falls #stanford pines #stanley pines #sea grunks! #sea adventure #little drabble #small fic #gravity falls fanfiction #fan fiction #i guess this is a gift

[unculturedmamoswine]

So word of god is that Stan is an atheist now, but you know, I really think that Ford is the opposite. I don't think that he practices any religion, but I bet he believes that basically every god or spirit or what have you is a real thing. He found out that aliens are real, and believed in stuff like the Jersey Devil and secret societies his whole life. He discovered eyebats and went to a dimension where everything is a bunch of M's for some reason. Like, during sea grunk adventures, Stan and Ford would meet somebody who really believes that angels are watching over them or some weird shit like that and Stan would try to exchange a skeptical look with Ford, who's just like "yes, that sounds plausible. can you describe these angels?"

#ford knows that it's best to always be polite to strange gods #gravity falls #my post

[eregyrn-falls]

Regarding a reblog where the Pines family did that meme of "Murder is okay" from Infinity Train... that's why I ask: Why you say that in the sea, Stan mellowed, while Ford... doesn't?

Ah, okay (this refers to this post here, and my tags.)

I was just referring directly to what’s in the post.  Stan is depicted as being cheerful, and supportive; he seems like he’s a lot less grumpy than he is in canon.  (I could provide a long list of examples from canon in which Stan is grumpy, sarcastic, and/or mocking of others, including family members he loves; but I’m sure you can think of those examples, too.)  Except for some notable exceptions, he’s not what you’d usually call supportive. 

There are plenty of reasons we could suggest for WHY Stan was that way in canon.  His father’s toxic masculinity, for example.  Or just the fact that Stan and Ford grew up in a time and place where boys/men were not encouraged to be open with their feelings.  Stan’s tendency to mock people (at least, his family) was probably meant affectionately, and was likely just because he came from a family in which that was the norm. 

That image set, though, seems like it’s playing on that revelation in “Dreamscaperers”, where Dipper eventually finds out why Stan is so hard on him -- when Stan was little, “people” (most likely Filbrick, but perhaps also teachers) called him a burden, and he saw something of himself in Dipper, so he wanted to toughen Dipper up.  That’s a case where he’s trying to do something FOR Dipper out of love, but yeah, there’s more than a bit of ingrained toxic masculinity there.  And of course, in the real world, Stan isn’t communicating to Dipper WHY he’s doing what he’s doing.  He doesn’t seem able to just come right out and tell Dipper what he’s feeling or what he’s trying to accomplish by being a hard-ass towards the kid.

So, in the image set, Stan being able to just say outright “you’re not a burden” to someone feels indicative, to me, of growth.  That Sea Grunk Stan is happier, and that the love of his family has gradually allowed him to express what he feels more openly.  My saying that “the sea has mellowed him” is a stand-in for “the experience of saving his brother, of his brother forgiving and apologizing to him, of getting to fulfill his lifelong dream of going on sailing adventures with Ford, AND the love and support of the kids, has all made Stan more mellow than he was in the show, more relaxed and willing to express his feelings openly”.  Which would not fit in the tags.

Meanwhile, I said “it has not mellowed Ford” in response to Ford being the one in the image set threatening violence as a solution to a problem.  This feels in line, to me, with Ford in canon (”If my hands were free, I’d break every part of your face”). 

I actually don’t specifically remember these quotes from Infinity Train?  So I don’t quite remember the context within the show.  In the context of this image set with the Pines, I kind of assume they are speaking to viewer, and suggesting ways to make the viewer feel better (perhaps in response to the viewer feeling bad about the way others think of them?).  So Ford’s response strikes me as “murder whoever it is that’s making you feel bad”. 

Again, going by what we saw in canon, that’s appropriate for Ford!  But it’s definitely not “mellow”.  So, going on seafaring adventures with Stan hasn’t mellowed Ford -- he’s still willing to get violent in order to be protective, ready to throw hands, or pull a gun. 

(Maybe the sea HAS also made Ford more expressive and open about his feelings, like Stan; we just can’t tell from that particular answer in that image set.  Likewise, I don’t think that image set means that Stan isn’t ready and willing to be protective and throw punches to solve problems.  It’s just as simple as: in the image set, I think that Stan’s response represents an evolution from what we saw in canon; while Ford’s is in line with what we saw in canon, and so doesn’t represent a change.  In that specific context.)

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#gravity falls #meta #stanford pines #stanley pines #asks answered #Anonymous