theoriginofpete

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sorry for constantly posting unrelated shit to this blog i keep forgetting to switch back to my main

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strongstar is a proship/abuser x abused, strong bad has hurt homestar MULTIPLE TIMES with no remorse.

this is so funny. guy who has never heard of slapstick

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untitled strongstar wedding fic ft. pete

chapter twoooooo give it up for chapter 2

Chapter 2

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“Dinner’s weady!”

Pete’s arrival had unsurprisingly brought many changes to the Strong-Runner household dynamic over the years, and one of those changes was the frequency with which they all sat down to eat meals as a family. Gone were the days of “every man for himself,” scrounging up whatever unidentified leftovers could be scraped off of the walls of the fridge. (Well, okay, that still happens. But things get labeled now.) Strong Sad had said something about it being “good for psychosocial development” or something stupid like that, and Strong Bad, who didn’t care much for Strong Sad’s opinion but did care about his daughter, had begrudgingly acquiesced. And, well, it hasn’t been the worst thing in the world. It’s not like he and Homestar don’t enjoy cooking. (It also makes setting the following scene up a lot easier for the author, but that part’s not as important. No, really. Stop looking at me like that.)

Homestar places a steaming tray of lasagna down on the table and beams. “This was my gweat-gweat-gwand-neighbor’s secwet wecipe,” he says proudly.

As the others take their places at the table, Pete takes notice of the empty seat between her and Homestar. “Hey, where’s Dad?”

“He said he had to go see Bubs,” Strong Sad replies, scooping some lasagna onto his plate. “I’m not waiting for him.”

As if on cue, the front door swings open, and Strong Bad enters, carrying a bouquet of flowers in one hand and a guitar in the other. He stomps over to the dinner table and right up to Homestar.

“Here,” says Strong Bad, shoving the flowers in Homestar’s face. Then he takes the guitar, gets down on one knee, and begins to sing and play (poorly):

“Ciiiiircles, he’s spinnin’ me around in circles again Oh, that terrific athlete Somethin’ about the aaaages I really wanna marry him again… uh, I mean… for the first time…”

“Oh, Stwong Bad, this is so sudden~!” Homestar exclaims, blushing. Strong Bad rolls his eyes.

“Yeah, yeah. Just say yes already, you’re wastin’ everybody’s time.”

Strong Sad stares at the scene from the other end of the table, fork paused halfway to his mouth. “Uh. What.”

“AWWWW,” exclaims Strong Mad. The Cheat just looks on with amusement, munching a breadstick.

“Now hold on just a second,” Homestar says. He picks up the bouquet of flowers and turns it around, examining it closely from all angles, then plucks off a petal and pops it into his mouth, chewing thoughtfully.

“Mm… yeah, this pwoposal’s, like, a six outta ten. Not sure I’m feelin’ the love, Stwo-Bwo.”

Strong Bad jumps to his feet, indignant.

“What the crap, man?! Do you want wedding cake or not?!”

“I’m going to eat in my room,” Strong Sad mutters, sneaking another bit of lasagna onto his plate before disappearing upstairs. So much for psychosocial development.

“Dad, come on,” Pete chides gently.

Strong Bad flails his arms. “No way! This is ridiculous! Why do I gotta be the one to propose, anyway, huh?! Why can’t he woo me?”

Homestar immediately brightens. “Oh! That’s a gweat idea, sweetie!”

Before anyone can say another word, Homestar grabs Strong Bad around the waist and dips him low in one swift, smooth motion.

“Stwong Bad,” Homestar croons, bringing their faces very close together, “my scrumptious little puddin’ patch.”

“…Um,” is all Strong Bad can manage, eyes wide as he fists the front of Homestar’s shirt for balance.

Homestar gazes at him, really laying it on thick. “Would you do me the honor of making me the happiest man in Fwee Countwy USA?”

Strong Bad’s already-mostly-red face is somehow even redder. “I. I, uh. Um. I– I–” he babbles, fleshtangle moving uselessly.

Homestar drops the sultry act just a little bit and offers the wrestleman a lopsided smile. “How was that? Pwetty good, huh?”

Strong Bad’s answer comes in the form of yanking Homestar forward and furiously crashing their weird mouths together.

“Aaaaaand I am also going to eat in my room,” Pete says quickly, grabbing her plate and scurrying upstairs after Strong Sad. Strong Mad and The Cheat similarly make themselves scarce with disgusted noises, leaving Homestar and Strong Bad to their little engagement party for two.

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untitled strongstar wedding fic ft. pete

woo timeskip sequel let's gooooooo

Chapter 1

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“Boy, 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 in total shock, 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, and she did it thrice times,” 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. “In that case... 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 is really spotty 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! You could totally have the biggest cake anyone's ever seen! And every tier could be a different flavor, and—”

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. “Kiddo, whaddaya want from me?”

“You could at least get a ring or something!” Pete says.

Strong Bad glares at her. “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?”

Pete squeals. “Omigosh, this is so much more dramatic than 90-Day Fiancé.”

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taps mic. is this thing on

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OH I DIDN'T SEE THIS!!!! THANK YOU SO MUCH LOOK AT HER 💕💕💕

ok so i was trying to think of what to draw and then i was like wait!!!! i like these artists!!!! and they have ocs!!!!!1 so i just doodled them.... and then i was like haha what if and then i died and when i revived the no drip drawing was on my tablet. oh well!!

also its @fruitymctooty's racket, @theoriginofpete's.. pete, @sodacrushin's... gloppy? i think? idk there was no actual name, @mycotecture's ferris, @ballwizard's mangler, and @pizzdotbiz's oc (no name!! that i could find....)

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hi

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Pete art I did for Jake’s bday last year :)

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pete n her bestie by @mikiruma :D

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fanart by my pal rads

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birthday art from a few years ago by @landofcartoonsandnostalgia c:

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old birthday art from sheb <3 (twitter mirror)

Birthday gift for Alienaishas over on Twitter!!

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*~TIMESKIP SOUND EFFECTS~* Here’s the little fuzzball all grown up :)

Additional fun facts:

Pete calls both of her dads "Dad," but by the power of Cartoon Logic™ they always automatically know which one of them is being referred to… except for when it would be funnier if they didn't.

She can't fly, as previously mentioned, but she can sort of glide a bit if she gets a running start. She can also slow her descent when falling, but only to a certain height; after that she follows "Banjo-Kazooie rules" and can flap a few times before dropping like a rock.

Despite her name, she is actually lactose intolerant and can't eat pizza.

She loves The Cheat a lot. He’s the one who physically incubated her egg, so they’re extremely close and have a very special bond.

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PART 10

Previous: Part 9 Next: none!  Thank you all for coming on this journey, Ing and I are so grateful and overwhelmed with the positive response this comic has gotten <3  I’ll be posting and reblogging a few more Pete-related things but this blog will just be an archive for now as I don’t really use Tumblr.  You can catch me on Twitter here (hope you like Pokémon because that’s basically all I talk about lol) and Ingram’s Tumblr is here.  The Origin of Pete would not exist without Ingram and you should all go follow their amazing original stuff, including their ongoing webcomic Cross-Pollinated!  Once again, thank you so much for your support, this has been a lot of fun and I hope you had fun too :)

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