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I just got into Homestar Runner for about a year, and I especially have fun watching the Halloween episodes (They rank right up there with those of The Simpsons). The Brothers Chaps come up with some of the coolest (albeit esoteric) costumes for the characters to wear. So I thought I would try my own costumes for each character.

Here's Homsar as Bizarro. I figured that this would be appropriate since Homsar is to Homestar what Bizarro is to Superman.
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Malus: World of War I
The Mightiest Sorcerer In The World?...
Gargamel VS Malachite

Stories you should be familiar with:
The Smurfs
Suburban Knights
Gargoyles
The Princess and the Frog

SOMEWHERE NEAR SMURFVILLE, GARGAMEL'S HUT, 9:20 AM

Gargamel sat at his desk, doing nothing but seething in frustration and anger.  The Smurfs had dove deeper into hiding with rumors of a global war on the way.  Gargamel cared not for the events of the world around him.  For as he saw it, once he killed the Smurfs and used their blood for his Blue Moon potion, he would be strong enough to subjugate everyone and everything to his will.  However, he could not find them, his extreme anger only somewhat soothed by his beloved cat, Azrael.  The orange feline hopped up onto his desk, eagerly waiting for his master to rub his head.  However, when Gargamel rubbed it, it felt like he was about to rip the flesh off.

"Those blasted Smurfs!  Just when I finally have them in my grasp, they go burrowing into their tiny little holes like the cowards they are!  And all because of a bunch of stupid rumors about some war that may or may not happen!  Would it kill them to just let me find them, cut them apart, and the use them for my potion?!"

As he spoke, he delved deeper into his anger, making his scratching more and more painful for Azrael.  Just when Azrael prepared to hop back onto the floor, the amateur sorcerer tightened his grip, almost lifting the cat off the table with every scratch he made.

"Whenever I'm about to finally defeat them, they decide, 'Oh, we're too good and blue to play fair!  We'll just go hiding under the ground and wait for Gargamel to go away.'  The Na'vi were more dignified than these little rats!  Even when I wear a disquise, they seem so comfortable to recognize me and ruin all of my hard work!  

Azrael began to yowl at his discomfort, but Gargamel was too frustrated to hear anything.

"Nothing I try works!  They won't come out for me, but they'd be willing to come out for another sorcerer!  Those little..."

He stopped in the middle of a sudden thought spurred by his words.  He was holding Azrael a couple of centimeters off the desk.

"Another sorcerer.  That's it!!!  I hire another sorcerer!"

He put Azrael down and began to walk around in thought.

"I tell him about my problems with the Smurfs.  He waits outside their village, tells them to come out because it's safe.  Then he captures them, brings them to my hut, I FINALLY complete the Blue Moon Potion, and then I crush every being in this miserable world!"

He then clapped his hands together in accomplishment, cracking his knuckles.

"Perfect!"

He then walked over to a cauldron and picked up a purple potion near it.  There was already boiling water inside the cauldron, so all that he had to do was pour the potion into the water, take a nearby ore, and stir the water.  When he had stirred it five times and the water emanated a purple glow, he then spoke:

"Show me a sorcerer with the power to defeat the Smurfs!"

The water then formed an image.  Within the cauldron, Gargamel saw a man dressed entirely in black, including a trench coat, sunglasses, and a hat, carrying a bo staff.  Behind him rose an inferno and a wreckage of cars, tanks, and helicopters.  Cops with nightsticks charged him, but with lightning speed, he sent the men flying with his bo staff.  One more positioned himself behind the man, poised to fire his pistol.  However, as he pulled the trigger, the sorcerer placed his bo staff behind him, ricocheting the bullet into the man's hip.  As the cop fell to the ground, grunting and gasping in pain, the mighty sorcerer walked towards him.  

"Who- what are you?!" exclaimed the injured man.

The sorcerer then held his right hand, which wore a peculiar looking gauntlet on it, and spoke back,

"I am Malachite."

A green beam of energy then shot from the gauntlet, vaporizing the man instantly.  Malachite then calmly turned around, walking away from the fiery mess with not so much as a sweat on him.  

The water in the cauldron then reverted back to it's glowing, purple color.  Gargamel was left crouching by the cauldron, his large nose tipped over the edge, incredibly amazed at what he had seen.  

"He's PERFECT!!!  Where can I find this... Malachite?"

The water showed him another image, marking a location in the United States: Chicago.  He smiled with excitement and glee; the time where he would defeat the Smurfs was finally at hand.


UNITED STATES, CHICAGO, 2:42 P.M.

The people of Chicago walked through the streets, living in their daily lives.  Suddenly, a nearby mailbox combusted violently, and in its place stood a dazed Gargamel.

"Okay, I still need to work on teleporting." he said between hobbling and wobbling back and forth.  He then quickly regained his composure, walking through the confused crowds of people.  

"What are you looking at?!" he shouted to the people who stared at him with peculiar looks on their faces.


TWO HOURS LATER

Before he had left his hut, Gargamel had placed a tracking spell on Malachite using the cauldron.  However, when he arrived in a small clearing in the woods, Malachite was no where to be seen.  Just as he was about to seethe in rage at his bad luck, he heard foot steps behind him.

"What do you want?" said Malachite.

Gargamel smiled as he laid his eyes upon the sorcerer who help him finally gain ultimate power.

"I am Gargamel, the mightiest sorcerer in the world." said Gargamel, his vanity giving off that he did not know who he was dealing with.

Malachite raised an eyebrow at this claim.  For the "mightiest sorcerer in the world," he didn't look like much.

Gargamel then continued, "And I have come to seek your aid."

Malachite had his doubts about this man, but he continued to listen as Gargamel walked about the small area in which they stood, explaining his situation.

"For years, I have hunted down creatures known as the Smurfs to use them for ingredients in a potion that will give me control over this pathetic world.  However, because those cowards refuse to come out of their holes and fight fair, I have had no success in capturing them.  From what I know, you are a sorcerer with the power to defeat them.  So, if you join me, I will give you a share of my potion."

However, Malachite wasn't impressed.  He could see right through his lies of sharing the potion with him.  So, he turned to walk away.  Gargamel's face contorted with anger at this non-verbal insult.

"Where do you think you're going?!  Did you not hear my offer?!" he shouted.

Malachite stopped in his tracks, then turned around to face Gargamel.  

"If you are truly the mightiest sorcerer in the world, you wouldn't need my help in capturing a species of small, blue creatures.  I can tell just by the way that you carry yourself that you possess undignified skills with magic.  And if that's not what it reveals about you, any fool could tell that you are not fit to rule this world."

Gargamel then began to shout louder than he ever had in a long time, "How dare you?!  I am Gargamel, the most powerful sorcerer in this world!  I will not be insulted by a lowly vagrant such as you!"

Malachite then calmly took a few steps forward.  "If you are truly as powerful as you say..."  He then swung his bo-staff downward, sending a gust of wind that pushed Gargamel back a couple of feet.

"Then prove it."

This was what drove Gargamel to the peak of his rage.  He rose his hands, orbs of blue energy appearing in each of them, fused them together, and then shot them at Malachite.  However, the wizard merely knocked the attack away with his bo-staff, causing it to tear a nearby tree stump to pieces.  However, it was still relatively weak for a fused energy attack.

Gargamel then prepared two more bolts of energy, and fired them both separately, yet simultaneously.  He had a great feeling that this would catch Malachite off guard.  However, Malachite moved his free hand towards each bolt with inhuman speed, absorbing each of them into his gauntlet as they struck it.

Gargamel widened his eyes in shock, but nonetheless persevered.  His stubbornness hid the truth from him; this was a fight that he could not win.  

Instead of shooting another energy bolt, he employed telekinetic fields to latch onto a nearby tree branch.  It eventually snapped and fell towards Malachite... but he just stood there as the tiny piece of wood bounced off of him.

Gargamel lowered his head in embarrassment at his poor spellwork.  But then, he raised it high once again.

"So, you survived some of my basic spells," he said, hiding the fact that Malachite had effortlessly knocked aside some of the most powerful spells in his arsenal.  "But now, it's time for you to die!"

Gargamel then raised his arms high, and in his arms formed a large orb of energy.  Malachite merely stood there watching, unphased.  For he recognized that Gargamel's form was poor, and that his own spell would soon backfire on him.

Gargamel laughed maniacally as he prepared to throw the orb.  However, the weight of if eventually caught him off guard, and as he struggled to hold it up, he fell down, the bolt stunning its own conjuror soon after he hit the ground.  

Malachite then walked forward to see if the poor sorcerer had survived.  Gargamel lay on the ground, alive, but coughing and trying to hold onto consciousness.  

"Your power is so great!" said a wounded Gargamel in disbelief, not recognizing the fact that it was mainly his own lack of power that had cost him the fight.  

Malachite then turned to walk away, knowing that the sorcerer posed no threat to him.  However, behind him, Gargamel rose once again, wobbling about, but trying to look as proud and mighty as he possibly could.

"Where are you going?!  Our duel isn't finished yet!" shouted Gargamel.

Hearing his exhausted enemy, Malachite turned around slightly to finish the duel.  With a lazy flick of his wrist, he fired an energy bolt at Gargamel that vaporized him before he could even scream.  With the duel finished, Malachite then continued to walk away, his own plans waiting to be fulfilled.  


MANHATTAN, 7:23 PM

The sun was setting in Manhattan as the Eyrie Building stood proud and tall in its center.  And in the tower resided one of the three most powerful crime lords in the entire world, David Xanatos.  He sat in his chair as he watched the sunset.  He found solace in watching such a beautiful sight, for he knew that he might not be able to relive that solace for a while.  He saw it everywhere, on the news, in the papers, and in the events occurring in his own city; war was beginning.  Though he was confident that he would emerge victorious in the end, he was unsure as to what it would cost him.

A couple of seconds into a few newly developing thoughts, his right-hand man, Owen Burnett, entered the office.

"Mr. Xanatos," he calmly said.

David turned his chair back towards his desk to face Owen,

"Good evening, Owen.  Might I ask where is Fox right now?" he said politely with a charismatic smile.

"Your wife is with Alexander right now.  She is safely inside, just as you requested."

Xanatos adjusted his tie a bit.  He had arranged for more secure measures in his city, knowing that violence would soon be running about.  

"Good.  How's Alexander's training coming?"

"The boy is learning quickly.  He's spoken some new words as well."

"He's his father's son.  Now, what is it that you came to tell me?"

Owen walked forward, adjusting his suit a bit,

"Lord Facilier is arranging a party down in New Orleans.  Apparently, crime lords from around the world are going there.  It might be a good chance for you to get a feel of the growing tension."

Xanatos stood up,

"When is it?"

"Thursday.  He suggested being there by Wednesday, though."

"Very well.  I've been looking to see how the mob's been getting along.  And Facilier does know how to throw a party.  Give him a call.  Tell him I'll come."
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Malus: World of War I
The Demon of France
Rochefort VS Demona
 
Stories You Should Be Familiar With:
The Three Musketeers
Gargoyles
The Hunchback of Notre Dame
The Legend of Zelda
Superman
 
MARSEILLE, FRANCE, 3:40 PM
 
Cardinal Richelieu proceeded through open doors into the throne room, which he had usurped from King Louis months ago.  Much to his pleasure, the monarchy of France had been disposed of, allowing him to more easily manipulate the kingdom against itself.  During his time in power, Richelieu had eliminated many of his political rivals, disbanded the Musketeers entirely, and was now the second most powerful man in the country.  The only rival of his that remained was Judge Claude Frollo, who saw through his lies and treachery against him.  Richelieu had hired several mercenaries, using the alias of the infamous warlord, Ganondorf Dragmire, who was quickly rising to power in the world.  The devious cardinal, despite  recognizing two great threats, also found an advantage in both of them.  An advantage he knew he could use when sights of a strange demon of the night were reported in Paris.
 
Within the throne room awaited Richelieu's most efficient and most trusted captain, Rochefort.  The captain kneeled before the Cardinal and planted a kiss on his ring.
 
"Your eminence,"  said Rochefort.
 
Richelieu proceeded to his throne, "This demon that your men have sighted in the city.  What have you learned of it?"
 
Rochefort rose to his feet, "Whatever it is, it appears that it can only survive in the night.  The contingent I sent to find it last night reported that it fled towards dawn."
 
Richelieu seated himself upon the seat of his stolen power, "Have you learned why this creature plagues the city?"
 
"We have seen no others of its kind.  With the reports of sorcerers rising in this kingdom, I wouldn't be surprised if more of them showed up eventually."
 
Richelieu sat calmly in his throne, seeming to ponder something in his mind.  Suddenly, his lips stretched into a smile of realization and excitement.
 
Rochefort could tell that his master had an idea, "What would you have me do?"
 
"Post guards in the city."

"Which one?"
 
"Any of them.  But not here.  You stated that this creature attacks whatever outpost our soldiers are posted at.  And do make sure the citizens know that it was on Frollo's orders."
 
Rochefort smiled maliciously.  He realized what his master was planning, "I'll give the order immediately, your eminence."
 
"See that you do."
 
 
LYON, FRANCE, 5:20 AM
 
Heavily-armed soldiers on horseback marched into the city of Lyon.  It was now nightfall, when the creature was sure to emerge.  The citizens wearily stepped out of their homes, still rubbing the sleep from their eyes, Rochefort requesting that they convene in front of the church.  After a couple of minutes of riding, Rochefort, the soldiers, and the citizens reached the church.  An archdeacon approached walked out of the house of God and approached Rochefort.
 
"What is this?!  You dare bring your vile weapons before a house of God?!" he shouted.
 
Rochefort then stepped down from his horse and raised his head, revealing his face from underneath his hat.  The archdeacon's heart skipped a beat as he quickly recognized the well-known captain.

"Captain Rochefort.  Forgive me!  Whatever it is that the cardinal demands-"

"I'm not here for him.  I'm here on the orders of Judge Frollo."

The archdeacon stepped back, "Frollo?  What could he possibly want?"

Rochefort walked past him to the top of the steps.  He stood in front of the doors leading into the church and turned to face the crowd.

"Citizens of Lyon!"

The shouting crowd quieted down.

"I come here on the orders of Judge Claude Frollo, Lord High Protector of France!  The Demon of France continues to haunt our doorsteps!  And it is on this very ground that Frollo intends to bring this creature to justice!"

The crowd began to shout protests until a middle aged man stepped forward, "Why doesn't Frollo come to stop the beast himself?!  If he wants to protect us, why put lives at risk by luring it here?!"

"Judge Frollo prays that you will go with God should you die here."

The man then stepped forward, pushing past the guards, "You can tell Frollo that we'll be at his doorstep with our pitchforks in his gizzard before we serve as his pawns!"

Two guards at Rochefort's side stepped forward to restrain the man, until an explosion on the steps sent the three flying.  Rochefort ducked instinctively, drawing his sword.  He looked up and noticed a winged, humanoid creature flying across the night time sky.  He smiled boldly,

"So it begins."

He then raised his sword in the air, walking into the crowd.

"The beast is here!  Grab your guns!  Draw up swords!  Send this monster back to the abyss!  Fight now!  For France!"

The soldiers cheered while the peasants ran to safety.  However, bolts of energy rained down upon them, reducing innocent people to ash.  The guards got back on their horses, dispersing through the city.  Rochefort stayed behind as the archdeacon approached him,

"You must lead the monster out of the city!  You are putting innocent people at risk, captain!  Plea-"

His words were then cut off when Rochefort ran his sword through him.  As the archdeacon took his last, labored breaths of air, the captain pulled his sword from the old man's abdomen and allowed him to fall to the ground lifelessly.  Rochefort than walked up to one of the dead guards caught in the first blast, unsheathing his sword.  He then walked over to the archdeacon's corpse, lifted him a bit, and then shoved the sword into the already open wound that he had given him.  He then looked to see smoke rising through the city.

Soldiers spread throughout the city, aiming their muskets towards the skies, only to be met with lethal spells that reduced them and their horses to ash.  Even the innocent citizens were targets of this demon.  Musket balls were fired in vain, horses were startled, the ground shook with the power of the demon's attacks.  No soldier was a match for this creature, though a few of them managed to catch a brief sight of it before their inevitable demises.

Rochefort finished loading his pistol and prepared to place himself atop his horse.  However, he heard the sound of the blasts growing louder and louder.  He  looked in the direction of the explosions, and saw them getting closer and closer.  A very nearby wagon was then caught in a blast.  

As quickly as he could, Rochefort rushed into the church, where he knew the demon would not be able to use magic.  He walked into the center of the building and circled around.  He heard footsteps, seeing shadows of the demon lurking about.  He turned around and around, waiting for it to strike.  Then, as he made another turn, he saw the silhouette of the creature, standing in the shadows.

"So you are the renowned Demon of France.  I am honored.", Rochefort said goadingly.

The creature began to walk forward, "I know you,"  said a female voice.  "The infamous Captain Rochefort.  It is only fitting that the puppet of a cardinal should die in the house of his maker."

Rochefort stepped forward, brandishing his sword, "You flatter me, dear.  But I have no intention of dying.  Now tell me, what are you?"

The creature stepped forward to reveal herself fully.  She was radiant and half-dressed with blue skin, red, spiky hair, a muscular build, and red, glowing eyes.  She stated with a menacing glare,

"I am Demona.  Daughter of the mighty Ganondorf Dragmire.  High general of the Gerudian forces.  Mistress of Castle Wyvern.  The Demon of France.  And as I stand over you, my shadow will mark your tomb, Rochefort."

Rochefort continued to smile, "So Ganondorf has a child.  Only he could father an abomination."

Demona's sinister smile turned to a hideous snarl as it lunged forward.  However, as quick as the demon was, Rochefort was also very quick, as well as one of the greatest swordsmen in France.  He slashed his sword upward, catching the demon in the shoulder.  Demona rolled past Rochefort, quickly rising back to her feet.

"You are not fit to mention my father's name, you cur!", she growled.

Rochefort took a couple of steps forward, "Fly back to your father and tell him that he's not welcome here."

"I'll fly back to your master and present him with your head!"

Demona then lunged forward again.  Only this time, she moved more quickly than last time.  Rochefort moved to stab her, but she grabbed his arm and threw him towards the altar.  He quickly rose back to his feet, but not before Demona moved in for a kick.  His sword was knocked out of his hand, allowing the demon to strike him to the ground with her fist.  Rochefort spat blood out of his mouth, groveling on the ground, crawling away from Demona.

Demona laughed, "Look at you.  The feared right hand of Richelieu, reduced to such a lowly state.  Once my father has conquered Daein, this entire nation will be burned to the ground in days."

She then reached down and grabbed Rochefort by the collar of his shirt.  However, as she began to lift him up, she heard a deafening gunshot and felt a musket ball penetrate her abdomen.  She gasped in pain, Rochefort kicking her freshly shot wound.  Demona staggered backward as Rochefort lunged for his sword.  He picked it up and walked quickly over to Demona.

"The cardinal didn't make me his right hand for no reason."

He then leaped towards Demona, his sword arm poised for the final blow.  Demona grabbed the blade of the sword, but Rochefort merely twisted it in her hand, pulled it away from her, and moved in for another stab.  However, this time, the demon crossed her arms, catching the blade between them.  The two struggled for a brief amount of time, until Rochefort delivered yet another kick to Demona's bullet wound.  As Demona crouched to the ground in pain, the captain of France delivered a powerful kick to her jaw.  Demona then drew a dagger and threw it towards Rochefort's heart, but the latter quickly deflected it with a precise swing of his sword.

Demona, wounded and frustrated, merely began to crawl and grovel towards the doors of the church.  Rochefort sighed and shook his head at the sight.  He relished in the glory that he would receive by killing this seemingly invincible demon.  He then moved in to stab Demona in the skull and put an end to her, but she grabbed one of the church seats and dragged in the way, saving her life from Rochefort's blow.  She then began to crawl faster towards the door.  That is where the magic that she had studied from the Grimorum Arcrumorum would be intact and she would be able to make her escape.

She dragged another chair in the way to slow Rochefort down.  However, he had already pulled his sword free of the last one, and leaped over the second one to finish her.  Demona pulled a third seat in the way, Rochefort landing agilely on top of it.  Demona was only a few feet away from the doors now.  She reached both of her arms outward and pulled two seats out; first one, then the other.  Rochefort stepped over one and leaped over the other.  

Rochefort was very close to her now and there were no more seats left to block his blows.  Rochefort raised his sword for the kill, but Demona, struggling for balance and weakened significantly, rose and barely caught Rochefort's arm in time.  Demona stared Rochefort down, Rochefort staring back with his single, black eye.  The captain reached to pull a dagger out from his belt, but Demona grabbed his left arm as well.  Rochefort pressed his advantage, pushing Demona towards the church doors, until her strength began to buckle.  Taking advantage of this, Rochefort struck her bullet wound once again with his knee, and pressed his blades down.

However, Demona still held her ground, so Rochefort instead kicked the demon through the doors.  He stood straight up, continuing to savor his moment of victory, until he realized his mistake; Demona was now outside of the church, where her dark magic was now accessible.  Having lured Rochefort into her trap, Demona spoke,

"Casso."

And from her outstretched hand fired fired another powerful blast towards Rochefort, but he dove to his left, allowing the magic to dissolve inside the holy house.  He then heard Demona speak another word,

"Fuga."  

But he heard nothing else after that.  Rochefort pulled the barrel of his pistol once again, walking towards the door while loading it.  He waited a few moments, taking a breath and preparing himself, and then leaped into the open, firing his pistol to finish the demon.  However, Demona was gone, and the sun was rising.  

Peasants and soldiers alike, many injured, walked towards the church, and stared in horror at the corpse of the archdeacon.  Rochefort, still keeping up appearances in front of them, walked over to the deceased old man, dropped to his knees, and closed his eyes.

One of the soldiers ran up to him, "Captain!  What happened?!"

Rochefort raised his head, "The beast fled.  But it took yet another life with it."

The people gathered in front of the church stared in shock.  And then Rochefort heard a voice from the crowd shout,

"Frollo must burn for what he did!"

Then more voices joined,

"We'll have his head!"

"Nail him to the cross!"

As more and more peasants joined the protest, Rochefort rose,

"People of Lyon!"

A couple of peasants quieted down, but the majority of the crowd continued to curse Frollo's name.  So he loaded his pistol again and fired it into the air.  The people were then silent.

"I know very well what you feel towards what has happened.  I never wanted any of you to die today.  Frollo has gone too far this time.  I will consult Cardinal Richelieu on the matter.  He shares your disapproval of Frollo's actions and cares for France as much as any ruler before.  He'll know what to do.  As for my men, they will stay here to protect you."

Rochefort then put his hat back on and climbed atop his horse,

"This is not over!  I swear to it, the Cardinal will aid our country in its time of need."

He then rode out, hiding a smile hidden under his mask of compassion.


MANHATTAN, 7:21 PM

David Xanatos stood at his window, looking out at the city below him.  He could easily recognize that the conflict in the criminal underworld was escalating.  The recent disappearance of Lord Barkis Bittern, which was all over the news, only added on to the obvious fact that something was about to ensue.  The dangerous situation in the underworld only became more obvious when his right-hand man, Owen Burnett, came to him with news that night.

"Mr. Xanatos,"  he said with a stoic, monotonous tone in his voice.

David Xanatos turned around, "What is it, Owen?"

" Mr. Luthor gave a call while you were away at New Orleans."

"Funny.  I didn't see him at the party.  What did he say?"

"He would like to hold a meeting with you later this week."

Xanatos smiled calmly.  Lex Luthor was almost as wealthy and influential a man as he was, as well as a genius.  If there was indeed a war on the way, he would prove to be a great ally.

Owen then spoke again, "Should I call him back?"

Xanatos then pulled back his chair and sat at his desk in a completely relaxed mood.

"No need.  I've got some people I need to get in touch with anyway.  I'll put him on the list.  In the meantime, try getting in touch with some of Lord Barkis' associates.  If I can find out what happened to him, maybe it will give me some hints as to what's been going on."  
Captain Rochefort VS Demona
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I figured I'd do the whole Homestar Runner halloween shtick one last time. To tell you the truth, I'm starting to run out of ideas.

Here's Homsar as Sir Bedivere the Wise from Monty Python and the Holy Grail.
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Tis my lil bro's 17th birthday today ^^

Who just recently joined devArt! ~BlackMagicProduction

Not my best work, but I hope he likes it.

His Teen Titans OC and me as a Gargoyle

Gargoyles (c) Disney
Teen Titans (c) Warner Bros
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This is part 3 of 3 in a series of images I made for :iconcloser-to-the-sun:, fulfilling his request for me to draw him a Spike and Apple Bloom shipping image. I one-up'd him and drew three.

And finally, here we have the actual requested image. It's funny the the hardest thing about making this image was getting the ground to look right. Even now, there are still so many things wrong with this image. I gave up about halfway since foreshortening is stupid.

I have to think of a better way to make Spike's hair look more realistic while keeping it true to it's original style. It just looks weird here.

Anyways, hope you like it, Joseph! I worked hard on it just for you.
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Banjo-Kazooie fan art.

Humba: OMG!!! We're so high up! D:
Grunty: You having nothing to fear. I won't let you fall, my dear.
Piddle: Fuck you, Humba! *hisses*

Humba/Grunty. Felt like drawing this pairing myself after seeing *DekuOnFire's picture. [link] Hmmm... An indian and a witch?

Humba is either afraid of heights when it comes to riding on broomsticks (no harness or seats to keep you in, unlike riding in a plane), Grunty coming onto her, or the fact that Piddles wants to push her off herself. Yes! Piddles is extremely jealous and doesn't like Humba, and wants to go "Burger and Fries" on her ass right now. [link] You know how territorial cats can be. I also put on the candy corn, pumpkin, and candy at the end of the broom since it's getting near Halloween time, and it's my favorite. (I need to get off my ass and fur the head and sew up the suit for my Trophy Thomas fursuit. But I'm in so much God damn pain right now, from how sore the muscles around the incision that was made in my belly button from yesterday's surgery! D: )

As for how I could see one of the ways this pairing could work. I guess one day Grunty kidnaps Humba, planning on having her make and give blueprints to her for deadly machines like the Hag 1 and such, and use her Shaman magic, too. Of course, Humba constantly refuses to corporate with the witch and continues to call her an old hag despite her now having a young and attractive body. After weeks of keeping Humba captive, Grunty starts to grow an attraction towards the girl and her feisty attitude. Even to the point where she starts treating Humba a little better and takes the shackles off of her when in her cell.

Not wanting to potentially turn the situation into some case of Stockholm Syndrome or end up creating further trouble toward her enemies that Humba is affiliated, by acting out her fantasies on the girl- Grunty does probably the only decent thing ever in her life and let's Humba go, and plays it off as frustration from Humba not cooperating instead of the attraction she's grown towards her. Humba herself finds it very off of Gruntilda to do something like that, since it's well, you know, Gruntilda. But Humba sure as Hell wasn't going to question the witch's actions and left... But it all made sense for Humba the next night, though, as Grunty came to her shop and flirted with her.

Now as for how Gruntilda got hot all of a sudden and isn't a head in a fish tank anymore. Super, hardcore cosmetic surgery, maybe? Maybe she got an android body now? Or maybe she found some spell that she missed that could make her young and skinny, again?

Gruntilda, Humba Wumba, Piddles(C) Rare.
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Quick drawing of Preed I did last night and coloured up today... - this guy's one cool baddy ^_^
Sorry about the shoddy-quick background |:]

Preed and the Titan AE concept Don Bluth and 20th Century Fox.
Preed was voiced by Nathan Lane.
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Sarcasm is something that makes sense when said, but hard to grasp when written down. Hopefully the dramatic body movement conveys it.

Other than that, not much else to say that hasn't been said before. Shading, Backgrounds... hopefully now that shit will be regular enough to not need mentioning at all.

There is one major flaw though, which bites. See the bottom left hand corner, where Dr Cox's finger disappears off page? I shouldn't have allowed that, it would look so much better if the whole right hand was in frame (like Elliot's was in the previous comic).

Oh well, learning process.
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