Homestar Runner (and maybe miscellanous Brothers Chaps projects) blog for @quality-ghost, very reblog heavy but I make content sometimes I promise. Juggling Stinkoman, Limozeen, and Cheat Commandos like hot potatoes right now. any prns
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this HAS to be fake. he could never be this happer.., also my first art post i have no idea what im doing
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Fact 171:
Although, in sbemail cheatday, The Cheat is shown to be allowed by Strong Bad to answer emails every cheatday (the only day that they know is not his birthday), he is said to never answer emails in sbemail huttah!
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could you make a homestar runner chart please :3 specifically with the character strong bad?
hope this is what youre looking for:0
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Hi, can u please make a "professional Homestar Runner character kisser” stamp with Fort Wayne Locomotive (old-timey Coach Z)? Ty <3
of course! heres two versions, hope you like 'em!
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untitled strongstar wedding fic ft. pete
woo timeskip sequel let's gooooooo
Chapter 1
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“90-Day Fiancé sure is cwazy,” says Homestar Runner around a mouthful of chips. He leans against the arm of the couch in the basement of what was formerly known as the House of Strong. (It still is, but it’s picked up a few non-Strong inhabitants over the years.) Strong Bad lays across the other side, his stubby legs tangled with Homestar’s longer ones. Their daughter, Pizza Party, more commonly known as Pete, sits on the floor in front of the couch. She looks up at them.
“Y’know, I just realized—you guys never told me the story of how you got engaged!”
“Us?” Homestar and Strong Bad exchange glances.
“Yeah!” She scrambles up to sit on the couch beside her parents, forcing Strong Bad practically on top of Homestar. “Like, what was it like? Was it super duper romantic? Who asked who?!”
The two of them stare at her for a moment, then Strong Bad snorts.
“Good one, Petey,” he says, shoveling another fistful of chips into his fleshtangle.
Pete frowns. “Hey, I’m serious! I wanna know!”
“Yeah, I’m sure you… do…” Strong Bad trails off as realization dawns. His eyes go wide, and he meets Homestar’s gaze. It takes the athlete a few more seconds to connect the dots, but when he does his expression mirrors Strong Bad’s.
Oh boy.
Homestar and Strong Bad sit up straight and look at their daughter, brows furrowed with concern.
“Um, Pete… we’re not mawwied.”
You could hear a pin drop.
“You… you’re what?”
Strong Bad cringes. “Uh, not married?”
There’s a long moment where Pete says nothing at all, just stares slack-jawed at her fathers, then suddenly she jumps off the couch and points across the room to the far wall. “Then what the heck is that?!” They follow her feathered finger to a framed photograph of Strong Bad in a wedding dress and Homestar in a tux.
“Oh, that,” says Strong Bad, a little chagrined, “That was a photoshoot we did for the website’s 20th anniversary.”
“You looked so good in that dwess, sweetie,” Homestar coos.
“Yeah, I know.”
“A photoshoot?!” Pete echoes incredulously. “B-but… but.. but what about me? I’m your daughter! You guys have a kid!”
“You don’t hafta be mawwied to do that,” Homestar says.
“Your Gramma Strong sure wasn’t,” Strong Bad adds.
“I can’t believe it,” Pete mumbles, clutching her head. “This whole time…”
“Sorry you had to find out this way, kiddo,” Strong Bad says, patting her on the shoulder.
An odd expression crosses Pete’s face, and she lifts her head.
“Wait. If you’re not married, then… that means you never had a wedding?”
“Nope,” Homestar says.
The strange expression on Pete’s face intensifies, then she breaks out into a huge grin. “Then… then you can have one now!”
Strong Bad blinks. “Uh, why?”
“Because they’re fun!”
“You’ve never been to a wedding,” Homestar points out.
“Yeah, but they look fun on TV!”
Homestar and Strong Bad exchange glances again, feeling an odd sense of déjà vu. Wasn’t there another major life event of theirs that was preceded by an argument on this very couch? If only they could remember what it was…
“Hey, I’m talking to you!” Pete exclaims, waving a wing in her dads’ faces.
“Look, Pete, it’s just not my style, okay?” Strong Bad says, gently pushing her arm away. (Hadn’t he said that about something else once? Wow, his memory was really bad today.) “I don’t need no stinkin’ piece of paper to prove anything to anybody.”
Pete practically throws herself into Strong Bad’s lap with a whine. “But Daaaaad! Don’t you wanna have a big cool party? Don’t you want… wedding cake?”
Strong Bad freezes. His eyes go wide.
“…Wedding cake?” he echoes, as if in a trance.
“Yeah, wedding cake! Like, the biggest cake you’ve ever seen!”
That’s all the convincing Strong Bad needs. He jumps to his feet and punches the air. “Of course I want wedding cake! Man, how could I have been so blind all these years?!”
Pete grins, bouncing on her heels “So you’ll do it?!”
“Heck yeah! Let’s have a wedding!”
“YES!” Pete pumps her fist. “Okay, Dad, go ahead!”
Strong Bad balks. “Uh, go ahead with what?”
Pete rolls her eyes at him. “You have to propose, duh!”
“Oh, right,” says Strong Bad. He turns to Homestar. “Hey, dork. Wanna get married?”
“That’s not how you do it!” Pete throws her wings in the air. “You guys are so bad at this!”
Strong Bad rubs his forehead tiredly. “Look, kiddo, whaddaya want from me?”
“You could at least get a ring or something!” Pete admonishes.
Strong Bad scoffs. “A ring for who? The guy with boxing gloves for hands, or the guy with no hands at all?”
Pete deflates a little, suddenly keenly aware of her fathers’ shared fingerlessness. “…Good point.”
“Look, I already told you, your dad and I don’t need all that rigamarole! We’re on the same page here, right, Homestar?”
Homestar doesn’t respond immediately, which causes both Pete and Strong Bad to turn towards him. He has a contemplative look on his beaky white face, which is rarely a good sign.
“I dunno, Stwong Bad,” Homestar says, fluttering his lashes and coyly scuffing the tip of his foot against the floor. “It might be nice to be wooed a little.”
Strong Bad stares at him. “…Are you freakin’ kidding me.”
“Eww,” Pete sticks out her tongue. Strong Bad waves a glove.
“No, no, it’s cool, I got this. Check this out.” He approaches Homestar and takes the athlete’s nonexistent hands in his own.
“Homestar. Uh, baby.”
As Strong Bad gathers his thoughts, his green eyes soften ever so slightly, and the corners of his mouth quirk fondly upwards.
“Heh, you know… I mean, you know, right? You and me, man. You know there’s nobody else I’d rather co-star on a largely inactive website with. Will you marry me?”
Homestar’s expression goes a little wobbly at Strong Bad’s words. He takes a deep breath, then hums placidly and shuts his eyes.
“Hmm… I think you can do better than that, Stwong Bad.”
Strong Bad’s jaw drops. “What?”
“Omigosh, this is so much more dramatic than 90-Day Fiancé,” Pete squeals.
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Fact 170:
Although Strong Bad says and types that he'll never "make a song about the sibbie", the song that The Cheat made using it says "make a song about sibbie", removing the the for no reason
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SPLOODGE'S EVIL PLAN TO SAVE THE WORLD
I always thought this song fit him really well [gift/fanart for @asksploodge / @pizzdotbiz]
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Anti-Propaganda is not allowed. Please only give reasons to vote for something and not give reasons to vote against something.
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