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Devil Ask and Insight blog. NOT A ROLEPLAY BLOG! Written by Double Z

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Hell’s Bells (1929)

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First post! And I hate it.

I was kinda hesitant about making a Tumblr account for a while now, mostly because there’s a lot of shit people on this site every now and then. But I figured it would be worth it, just so I can be able to share my art and be able to make some friends here. You never know what could happen.

So, I hope you like this! It’s a late post celebrating Cuphead’s second anniversary, because apparently I like doing this last minute like the idiot I am.

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Follow them. Now ... PLEASE.

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Congratulations for 2nd anniversary, Cuphead! though Im belated but whatever!

I hope you will remain popular and be loved by more many people!

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At The Devil’s Ball

“Oh,” The Snippz all sang in harmony. “That Skeleton Raaaaag,” Solo held. “The Skeleton Rag!” “That gob-o-lin draaaaag,“ Bass carried, extending the word into a triplet. “That goblin drag!” “It sounds so” Solo started before his brother’s joined with, “weepy, creepy, solemn, serious; Seeeeee,” “Them wiggle and waaaaag,” Solo sang, “Wiggle wag! Wiggle wag! Wiggle wag!” “Singing, ‘We’re dead ones come to life,” “Hurray!” Bass cheered, “Hurray!” Bass and Beritone both chimed, “Hurray!” The four brothers all shouted.

“Oh,” “That Skeleton Raaaaag,” “The Skeleton Rag!” “They swell it and braaaaag,” “They swell it and brag!” “About their” “Epitaphs with laughs delirious, Aaaaaaaaat some ghostly gaaaaaag, In that moany, groany, bony Skeleton Raaaaaag!” 

Once the brothers were done, they all looked at each other. They didn’t have any customers just yet, so the Snippz were standing outside their shop, singing to try and draw customers in. They had a few other Halloween songs they could do, but it just felt like they’d already done them all. All but one. Their new one.

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Invitation Situation

With the apple harvesting season wrapping up, Mac was getting ready to set back out to wander the isle, now that he was done helping out his dear old mother take care of the farm. Just as he was tying up his bindle, his mother approached him. “Macintosh, you’ve got a letter, swee’pea.”  “A letter? That’s rare.” Mac commented, taking the elegantly wax stamped envelope from his mother. “Do ya have a letter opener I can use, Mom?” Honey’s hand stretched in from offscreen holding the letter opener, and Mac took it from her. “Thanks.” The lad peeled the wax away with the blade and carefully opened the envelope to read the letter inside. “Dear Macintosh Crisp: you are cordially invited to The Devil’s Ball on Halloween night. Hot dawg, a Halloween party! Sounds like fun to me!” “You’re going to go! I think that’s wonderful! Maybe you’ll meet the love of your life there!” “Aw, gee, ma!” Mac blushed, embarrassed by his doting mother’s behavior.  “I mean it! I bet I can find some old suit your father had for you and you can stay here and get all cleaned up!” “Ma, please!” “Oh, now don’t be ridiculous, Mac! You can’t be goin’ to a ritzy place dressed like a rag-a-muffin! Mama’s gonna make sure you look all nice fer ya, sonny boy!” “Please don’t go overboard!!”

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Who cares that your mask is supposed to hide your whole face when you’re second of the two most recognizable cups on Inkwell?

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I feel like you've prepared some big surprise for us at the ball.

“Perhaps you should join us and find out for yourself. I said right on the invitation, ‘no tricks, no lies, no trouble, after all.”

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Will your lackey's lackeys perfrom at the ball? I'd like to see them there

“Some will, some won’t. Of course, we will be having music and entertainment, but some will, of course, be serving drinks and dealing cards. Others may be instructed to dance in the crowd. You’ll never quite know who, however, unless you can recognize their voice. That is to say if they speak at all...”

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On absolutely unrelated note. Are you vengeful?

“Vengeful?” The Devil exhaled, smoke softly bellowing out. He thought more about the question as he tapped the ashes from his cigar onto the floor. “Well, perhaps it depends on the person and the situation...You could say that I always play for keeps.”

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I heard that not everybody got an invitation. I am guessing you have a criteria of some sort?

“Do you really think Hell is the place for an innocent little girl in pigtails?”

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Did you just say "free food"?! Oh god, I am sold.

“Hope to see you there.”

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So, why are you doing this whole thing?

“If I may be honest, business has seen a...decline of sorts ever since Cuphead came around. My casino will go out of business if I don’t have some sort of advertisement, and what better way than to invite the residents for a night of free food, drinks, and fun?”

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Is it too bold to assume you won't make deals there?

“Now why do you ask? Are you perhaps interested in one yourself?” The Devil smirked as he casually held an unlit cigar over his shoulder for a hell flame to ignite it. Once it was lit, he placed it in his mouth. “I will refrain from offering any deals, as I did with Cuphead, however, if there’s a way I can help a troubled soul, well, how could I refuse? Of course, I won’t press unless they wish to talk more. The choice is up to them. It always is.”

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Are you going to wear a costume and a mask, too?

“But of course! What kind of host would I be if I did not abide by my own standards?”

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Fun and the Devil? The ball wouldn't be on the top of my list that could come up from that combination.

“In the end, it is your choice whether or not to attend. I can’t force you to do anything you don’t want to do, after all. If I could,” The Devil chuckled at the thought. “Well, let’s just say things would be going a lot more smoothly.”