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hellofaboss‌:

What’s it say? What do they say?

That question ran through the Devil’s mind almost as if on repeat as his golden eyes stared at the dice silently. However, said eyes of his betrayed his silence as they were filled with very much visible glee. Oh, he knew what they said all right…

“This really must be some of form of déjà vu,” He began. “Here you two are at my casino– in my lair, and here you two are, playing my games– taking my money,” The Devil’s clawed fingers then began to drum rhythmically against the wooden grain of the table, obviously enjoying upping the theatrics of this very ironically hilarious, yet pleasing outcome. How he loved it when things went his way. “But also, here you two are… losing horribly. ‘What do they say’, you ask? Oh… I think we both know the answer to that one.”

“While “Snake Eyes” might mean a complete lack of success for you two… it’s The House that’s what truly wins tonight!… in more ways than one.” With that said, the Devil then proceeded to stretch his arms out beside his body in mocking welcome.

“So congrats, boys! Looks like you two got yourselves the job!”

Mugman’s stomach dropped; Snake Eyes... of course. Placing his hands over his head, the younger brother silently pressed his face into the surface of the craps table, sighing heavily, the weight of this new reality they’d found themselves in far too much for him to take in all at once.

Perfect. Just perfect; Cuphead had gotten them into trouble AGAIN after swearing that the stakes wouldn’t lift any higher than three coins he’d come across earlier that day. They’d made the exact same mistake after knowing what the outcome would be, and even if his brother had been the one to roll the dice, Mugman hadn’t prevented him from going, bought him some moonshine during the evening, thinking for a foolish minute that this night might be fun.

Cuphead bit his bottom lip nervously, slowly turning to face his brother with a nauseous smile. “Ah... well... at least we got it over with fast, eh?”

A deck to the face was all Cuphead got in response, enough to send the young man’s head reeling, literally spinning on his neck with a high pitched cartoonish whistle, before falling over in a daze and a loud crash whilst Mugman watched, looking absolutely livid. Then... as quickly as the rage had come, it settled, Mugman heaving another breath and reaching his arms out in a sweeping motion as if sweeping any resentment or upset out of his little body; wouldn’t do to dwell. They could talk about this later.

“Right... well. You certainly got us in quite the pickle, didn’tcha, Cuphead?” A pained groan from below was all he got in response. “So... what happens now, then, Mr. Devil? Mind explaining how things work around here?”

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hellofaboss‌:

Of course… just as he had anticipated. That little blue mug was definitely way too smart for his own good. Couldn’t really say the same for the red one though, which caused the Devil to chuckle to himself at his own comment.

“Riiiight…” The Devil began slowly. “The catch. Very astute of you boys, I must say,” Not.

The Devil then tapped a clawed finger to his chin as if in thought; his tail ever swaying lazily to and fro, obviously enjoying in dragging this whole situation out as much as possible into such an oppressive, awkward mess. Oh, how he enjoyed watching mortals squirm.

“How ‘bout this then… you win just once more, you’re free to go. With all your winnings. No skin off my nose anyway, tonight’s been one of the best we’ve seen for a while now since–” There was another agitated twitch of one of his pointed ears as the Devil shook his head as if to get the thoughts out before continuing. “Well, it doesn’t matter, it’s been a while… anyway, I’m getting off track here…”

The demon took even sweeter time to finish his sentence this time as he turned his head away from the two cups with only his eye still on them as that infamous grin of his spread across his lips once more.

“Now, if you lose…” His eyes narrowed. “You’ll just have to work off the debts you still owe me for a whole month at this very casino.” The Devil chuckled to himself, self-satisfaction painfully apparent as he did as he then proceeded to count on his fingers. “What debts you may ask? Well, let’s see here… There’s the debt you owe me from burning my contracts, the debt you owe me from losing all of those lucrative souls, from making such an expensive mess of my casino– which honestly cost an indescribable amount of money by the way…”

It was at this point those malevolent yellow eyes locked onto the cups with a fury unlike they had seen up until now as the Devil was certainly not finished with them yet. “And lastly… you owe me for making a bloody fool out of me, you impudent cup brothers!” He pointed an accusing finger at them both, anger apparent in his eyes. Although, angry as he was, the Devil still continued to keep his composure as the tone of his voice turned ice cold.

“So…” The Devil began slowly as he proceeded to grab the two red dice from the table as he offered it towards the brothers. “How about it? You think luck still be a lady tonight?”

They both bit the end of their gloves, nervously, waiting in trepidation for The Devil to finish laying the line; squirming he got, the two young cups were quite the expressive sort, and they knew that they’d gotten themselves in deep trouble by making the mistake of returning to his casino and expecting nothing to come of it.

The worst thing? Cuphead thought those disguises were foolproof, but he guessed not! He’d known who they were all this time!

Mugman wasn’t budging just yet, however. With a faint shake of the head, he tapped his fingers against the surface of the table, pondering his proposition, wanting to take his sweet time. If they were to back out now, that would be a night of winnings down the drain. The chips Cuphead had won were positioned in stacks in front of them, some taller than if they were to stand on top of one another. To back out would be a blow to their pride, but the idea of what if would never have left their minds as long as they both lived; this cash could help their financial situation for many months to come! Pay for much needed repairs on the roof of their house, buy them new clothes, get Elder Kettle that new car he’d been eyeing at the shop but had chuckled at the very idea of being able to afford…

His mind ran a mile a minute; what would they tell Elder Kettle if they lost? How embarrassing it would be to tell him that they’d gone and done the exact same shit all over again, despite his warnings, despite their past experiences. The very idea weighed on his conscience; The Devil’s scorn was one thing, but their guardian’s overwhelming disappointment? He would much rather face Satan and his minions head on a second time than see that.

“Well, it’s no soul contract, but…” Would they have a soul left to bargain after a month at his casino? What would become of them if they were to not just delve into the den of lions, but live there? What waited in store for those who allowed themselves to rub elbows with the seediest sinners this side of Inkwell Isle?

“If we were to work for you.” Mugman negotiated, tapping his chin. “Would we be getting wages, or would we--?” Before he could finish, Mugman heard the rattle of dice, and the familiar sound of a thunk against the wooden framing of the table. Cuphead had rolled the dice before he’d even had a chance to interject, and he was flabbergasted. “CUPHEAD.”

He chuckled, abashedly, giving a small shrug; it appeared as though he’d not given too much of a thought about it, either. “S-sorry, Mug, I got tired’a waitin’ on you two to stop flappin’ your gums!”

If looks could kill, Cuphead would have died and been resurrected a thousand times over so that Mugman could make him experience that pain all over again; sure, he loved his brother, but man, oh man, did he make the mug want to wring his stupid neck sometimes.

“Are you serious?! This isn’t some GAME, Cuphead! Why, I oughta--!” After restraining himself from decking his brother in the face at his impulsivity, he directed his eyes over to The Devil with a quick turn of the head, as Cuphead meekly peeked over the table, worried more about the storm he’d be getting from his sibling than the potential of losing to The Devil once more. “What’s it say? What do they say?”

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(ooc; HEY IT’S ALMOST BEEN A YEAR BUT UH… H-HEY.

Dang I’m awful sorry to everyone I left hanging. ;; Hope you can forgive me for being bad at keeping up with this blog. However, I’m willing to give it another try because the Cuphead bug has bitten me recently and I felt inspired to come back on and give these boys another go.

Like/reblog this post if you wanna interact with a Cup n Mug!)

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hellofaboss‌:

Ohohoho… if looks could kill.

He had to admit, the Devil didn’t expect such a nasty knowing glare on the blue one’s face just now that was for sure, as his expression faltered for just a few seconds in surprise at the gumption this little mug possessed. But of course, that wouldn’t deter him in the slightest as that infamous cheshire grin of his spread across his face once more as he returned a glare to match Mugman’s own.

What’re you going to do about it, little man?

Returning his attention back to the older brother, the Devil couldn’t help but roll his eyes to himself at the boy’s terrible acting chops. This kid couldn’t talk his way out of a paper bag… you’d have to be some serious idiot to fall for such an act. However, an ‘idiot’ was the role he already planned to play, for now anyway, if only to mess with them and get some much needed revenge that is.

“I see you got some pretty damn good luck on your side, boys. However…” The Devil began to exclaim as he raised a clawed finger of his upwards, his tone still just as slow and calculated as ever. The Devil felt it upon himself to take his sweet time to continue what he was saying as he eventually let go of his grip on the remaining cup brother’s shoulder, as he made his way to the opposite side of the both of them, his long demonic tail whipping casually back and forth as it matched his slow stride.

The people that had been crowded around the table had since began to disperse quickly as to obediently– albeit nervously make room for The Big Boss himself as he now leaned both hands on the table in front of the three of them as that tail of his began to whip back and forth in a more excited manner as he finally decided to continue his speech.

“…However, what say we up the ante a little, eh?” His eyes began to slip into a half-lidded state as his grin simply widened to an almost unnatural length.

“A wager if you will. Give me something of value– and before you ask, no, I don’t mean your soul…” The Devil then gave off a rather bitter chuckle at the notion.

Of course not.

“A material thing of some sort… anything will do. Be it money, jewelry, or… if there’s something bigger you have in mind, I’m all ears…” With each emphasization, the Devil’s tone began to exude more and more malice as he spoke.

“So, Whaddya say…?” The Devil arched a brow as he exchanged glances between the two of them for what felt like minutes as he studied their expressions with anticipation as he brought it upon himself to then slowly– agonizingly even, extend his arm from across the table with an open palm for either of them to take with a shake.

“…Do we have a deal?”

The Devil had quite a lot of nerve to be trying this again, Mugman thought, bitterly, not taking his eyes off the beast as he paced around to the other side of the table and sat opposite. The first time he’d been with his brother, he’d been anxious, agitated, but this wasn’t their first time at the rodeo and they’d faced him in battle down in the depths of Hell itself and won, so was there any need to be scared anymore? The disguises had been to prevent stirring up trouble, to just come in and out of the casino and have a bit of harmless fun without drawing attention to themselves, but here they were again, right back in the exact same situation they’d found themselves in last time.

They weren’t stupid; they weren’t going to take the plunge…

Or so Mugman thought; where his hindsight had made him cautious, Cuphead had gotten cocky. Easy riches had been the goal the last time, but on this occasion, he knew that a deal with The Devil didn’t mean much if he could kick the guy’s ass after going back on their word, so what was the harm in raising the stakes a little?

“Hmm…” Cuphead tapped his chin.

Mugman finally took his eyes of The Devil, and his determined glare fizzled out into a look of shock and confusion- he couldn’t seriously be considering…?

“Well, that does sound like fun… don’t know if I have anything with me that I could wager, though.” He glanced over to his brother, almost searchingly, wondering if he had anything on offer.

“No.” Mugman said, simply, voice muffled by his scarf. It wasn’t an answer to his look, it was a flat statement, no, Cuphead, you’re not putting us through this a second time.

“Uh… one sec.” Cuphead pointed a finger towards The Devil, turned away, put an arm around his brother and dragged him down so they were crouched under the craps table and could discuss their situation. “Mug! This isn’t like last time; look at this chump, he’s tryin’ to set up another deal with us! He doesn’t know what he’s getting into!”

“Don’t blow your wig, Cuphead! He’s—he’s trying to chisel you again!” Mugman hissed back.

“Yeah, trying being the key word, here. If it all goes bad, least it won’t be our souls on the line, ey? Don’t worry, I know how to handle this.” He gave Mug a wink, and hopped back up to the surface of the table, leaning on it casually. “Mm’kay, Devil, we’ll play your lil’ game!” That got a quick reaction out of Mug, who slapped a palm to his forehead and shook his head, shamefully.

“What’s the catch?” Mugman asked, pulling down his scarf so that The Devil could see his face properly, and the glare that came with it. “There’s gotta be a catch.”

“Y-yeah, what’s the catch, bub?!” Cuphead repeated, looking between the two with a shifty glance after he’d removed his scarf, realizing in that moment that both of them seemed to know something he didn’t.

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bluescarfvivi‌:

The bluenette didn’t expect to see…well, kids yes but these kids didn’t look like your average, human kids. Both these boys had strange cups for heads and very large, cartoonish eyes taking up nearly their entire face. Not like she’s seen stranger in her line of work though…

“No I’m not lost, but I am exploring these tracks here.” She smiled looking behind her to the darkened, foggy path just ahead. “It’s…kind of my job to venture into dangerous territories and haunted areas like this. Now, you two boys are the ones who shouldn’t be playing around here. Are your parents nearby?” 

Mug and Cup exchanged a glance, slightly amused by the questions she asked them. The matter of their parents was a whole can of worms they didn’t want to get into with someone they’d just met, but it definitely wasn’t the first time they’d been mistaken for a pair of bright eyed youngsters- they were short and baby faced, it was a natural assumption.

“We’re not boys, doll! We’re men!”  Cuphead insisted, putting his hands into the pockets of his red shorts. “ And I can assure ya we ain’t playin’ on these tracks. We’re here on business, too!”

"What he means is, we’re not little kids. We’re actually here because we got into some seedy business at a casino, so that should give you some idea how old we are.” Would it be wise to tell her they were here on behalf of The Devil himself? Probably not... she might be one of the contract holders, after all.

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hellofaboss‌:

Oh, look at those two lil’ mooks. Getting so comfortable already…

Little did the two of them know that familiar presence was behind them and had been watching the pair for quite a while by now, leaning against the back entry way of the game room the three of them were currently situated in, conveniently enough it wasn’t even remotely lit as the rest of the area; perfectly obscuring his black furred form save for those glowing yellow eyes of his.

He decided to keep watch of the two of them before any sort of approach and it proved to be fruitful as he eventually noticed that even the blue mug brother was beginning to relax a bit since they first arrived, busying himself with drink no less.

The Devil was quick to realize when they had first met that that boy was the more sensible of the two. In fact, he had half a mind to believe if it weren’t for the boy being so astute, none of this nonsense would have happened in the first place, seeing how Red over there was such an incredibly reckless hot head. He couldn’t help but ponder on how that their souls would have easily been his, along with all of the other debtors by now. The thought of which made one of the Devil’s large pointed ears to twitch in slight agitation.

No matter…

It had since been several minutes past by now as the Devil continued studying the cups’ actions. He quickly noticed how much of a roll Cuphead had been on, very much like last time, in fact.

This was good, the Devil thought to himself before his attention was brought back by another loud holler from the crowd as the boy won yet another round. 

Very good, in fact.

It was about time for the grand entrance, the Devil decided as he began to mosey over to the table in question, his lazy footsteps easily being drowned by the constant chatter of the other patrons.

They won’t be expecting a thing.

As he was finally upon the pair of them, two heavy hands planted themselves onto each of the brothers’ shoulders; fingers gripping ever so lightly against the fabric of their coats. The tone of his voice was so calculated and smooth as he exchanged stares between the both of them, practically boring those piercing eyes of his into their very souls.

“How you doin’, fellas?” A low chuckle rumbled from the Devil’s throat as he continued. “Don’t believe I’ve seen you two before… You havin’ fun?”

Well, well, well... looks like the big man had finally decided to show his face. They should have expected to see him here, as they were in his domain, but to have him sneakily come up and grab them from behind threw the two brothers for a loop, making Mug jump out of his skin and almost spill his moonshine all over the craps table.

Their expressions were guilty, at first, both of them experiencing an emotion akin to when they would be caught misbehaving by Elder Kettle as kids. Mugman had gone rigid, and Cuphead had turned his head away, pulling his collar up after sipping his drink. Someone had to speak up so that they wouldn’t be left in awkward silence and blow the whole thing... not that The Devil didn’t already know who they were.

Time to try and talk their way out of this.

“Uh... W-we’re new in town.” Cuphead cleared his throat, deepening his voice a little bit in a crude attempt to mask his identity. “Thought we’d check out the local attractions. Uh... You... you’re the owner of this joint, right? The horns ‘n tail kinda give it away.” This was The Devil’s Casino, after all.

Mugman let out a slow, careful breath; Cuphead may not have caught on just yet, but the expression The Devil had given the pair of them had clued the younger of the two brothers in almost at once; he knew who they were. So why pretend? There was something up, Mugman knew, so he would go along with this charade as well. Saying nothing, Mugman simply nodded, giving The Devil a very pointed glare in return from behind the scarf that covered his face.

Don’t you try anything.

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hellofaboss‌:

The casino was rife with buzz from the patrons as tonight was easily one of the most busiest of nights in a while since that horrible day— which was still very much fresh in The Devil’s mind. He had been extremely bitter and moody since that day… and it showed— much to his employees’ detriment. One would think this being such a lucrative night for the first time in a while would bring back a bit of a pep back in his step. One would be horribly wrong.

With a sharp claw, the demon scratched at the side of his head in slight annoyance as every once in a while, customers came to bombard him with incessant questions and comments about how the casino had been going lately as he lazily strode his way through the grounds of the joint. Although he would mumble responses once in a while, they were shallow ones. Not bothering to dignify anyone with any sort of actual truth of the matter. It was painfully obvious the shmucks were trying to get their jollies at his expense after his humiliating defeat; to rub salt in his wounds.

Let them have their lil’ jokes. They’re still suckers either way.

While The Devil continued his pace around the grounds, his ears instinctively perked up at the sound of loud hooping and hollering at a nearby Craps table. His eyes locked onto the sound’s direction as he noticed that there was a decent crowd of people crowding around the table. As his gaze followed along each individual person crowding around the area— a habit he formed whenever he used to search for the most prime, high quality soul that was ripe for the taking, it was then and there that he spotted the source of the revelry. It was also then and there his jaw almost dropped to the very floor!

It was them! Those damnedable Cups!

Although they were wearing disguises, it was so painfully obvious it was them. What utter gall… Those boys must have had stones the size of the islands themselves to come prancing their way into his domain… again!

The Devil pinched his nose in utter frustration and anger as he grit those sharp teeth of his. Obviously trying to keep his composure from simply storming over there and grabbing the both of them and strangling the fragile life out of them both. However, he knew better than that, he knew all too painfully well. Those puny little fingers can seriously pack a wallop, The Devil thought to himself as a hand instinctively rubbed at the side of his furry face gingerly.

As he did, it was then that a slow creeping grin spread across his mug as he ruminated on the sight before him. If the both of them are here at the Casino, doing exactly what they did the last time they were here, playing the same exact game they did the last time they wre here… then that means only one thing. Those boys clearly haven’t learned their lesson.

That’s okay. Neither have I.

From Mugman’s perspective, it was going better than expected. Any glances they got were brief, so, slowly, he got used to the idea of being back on the bad side of town, and decided to allow himself the smallest bit of indulgence. It’d be strange to sit at a bar and not order anything, right?

After motioning over the bartender, Mug ordered a glass of moonshine, something hard to come by now, but if they had it anywhere, it’d be here, most definitely. Just one though, Mug… Wouldn’t do to be getting tipsy when he was meant to be keeping an eye on things. A few sips later, he was already feeling the slight pleasant burn in his stomach and throat, and the gentlest wave of euphoria coming over him, making him appreciate the pleasant things the casino had to offer…

This place presented the oddest blend of the seedy underbelly of the city, and yet it had a certain level of sophistication, everyone wearing fancy suits, jewellery, jazz music playing underneath the sounds of the customers chatter or laughter… For a young mug that grew up in the country, it was easy to get enraptured, so he understood now where his twin was coming from when he said he couldn’t resist returning.

After a little while, Mug got up, carefully slipping his way through the small gathering to stand next to Cup, handing him a glass with a small smile underneath his coat.

Cuphead was doing quite the opposite of laying low; he’d gathered up a crowd, a mix of skeletons and ghoulish hell beasts that whooped and hollered as his dice rolls staked him up more and more of a great big pay out! This is what he’d come for; the excitement, the comradery that came about when gamblers who understood this lifestyle came together and cheered him on. It was something he’d gotten a taste of before the whole business with The Devil and he’d craved it more and more ever since.

“Hey, pal! What’s this for?” Cup muttered through the excited murmur of the other patrons.

“Well... I felt I was a bit hard on ya, earlier. This lil’ night out’s actually going better than expected.” He held up his own glass to Cup. “Thought you’d might want a drink to take the edge off a lil.” 

“Cheers!” Cuphead grinned, clinked the glass against his brother’s, and downed it; it was strong, but the two of them had had their fair amount of bathtub gin growing up so this was definitely no stranger to them. “Alright, fellas. Let’s hope Luck keeps bein’ my Lady, tonight. She’s been bad to me in the past!”

Unbeknownst to them, a familiar presence was making its way over, with the intent on making sure that this evening wouldn’t remain fun for the pair of brothers; really, it should have been something they foresaw before letting their guards down like this...

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ᕕ(ᐛ)ᕗ Don’t ᕕ(ᐛ)ᕗ Stop ᕕ(ᐛ)ᕗ Me ᕕ(ᐛ)ᕗ Now

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٩( ᐛ )و cause ٩( ᐛ )و im ٩( ᐛ )و havin ٩( ᐛ )و a ٩( ᐛ )و good ٩( ᐛ )و time ٩( ᐛ )و havin ٩( ᐛ )و a ٩( ᐛ )و good ٩( ᐛ )و time

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ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ i’m ᕦ( ᐕ )ᕡ a ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ shooting ᕦ( ᐕ )ᕡ star ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ leaping ᕦ( ᐕ )ᕡ through ᕦ( ᐛ )ᕗ the ｡･ﾟ･*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ☆ ٩( ᐛ )۶ skyy y y y y

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ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ defying

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ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ of

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[0r15a]

ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ I’M

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Starter for @hellofaboss​!

If Cuphead was guilty of any of any sin, it was greed. After coming upon a small stash of gold coins hidden in a grove of Inkwell Isle, Cuphead had gotten an itch… Tonight, after tossing and turning in bed for a few sleepless hours, the elder of the two brothers decided he would try to sneak out undetected, any warnings from Elder Kettle, Mugman, even his own conscience not deterring him away from wanting to hit the casino. What could he say? He was easily drawn in by the bright colours, the jazz music, the sounds of the slots and card tables and the thrill gambling gave him. Maybe he was just a weak willed son of a gun who liked a bit of glitz and glamour, and easy way in to dirty money.

Wearing a trench coat that covered his chin and small frame, as well as a trilby hat over his easily recognizable mug, he’d made his way out the door at a quarter past one... only to run into his little brother down the dark trail outside, who’d grabbed his arm from behind, making him jump.

“Cup!” Mugman snapped. His patience was clearly thinning, from a mix of concern and frustration towards his brother’s reckless desisions “You can’t honestly be wantin’ to go back there?”

“How did you--?” Cuphead shook his head- of course he’d know, Mugman knew him better than anyone. "Look, I won’t do anythin’ stupid, I promise! No big stakes. I’ll play a lil craps, maybe some’a machines and be on my way once my pockets run dry, yeah?” He gave Mugman a nervous grin, but his brother obviously wasn’t buying into is reassurances.

Tightening the hold on his arm for a brief moment, Mugman’s grumpy expression didn’t sway. “I’m coming too. You’ll probably run into trouble if you go there by yourself, that place is full of The Devil’s lackeys, after all! As well as The Devil himself!”

“That’s what the disguise is for!” Cuphead insisted, finally sliding out of his brother’s grip, rubbing the place he’d squeezed with a slightly indignant look. “Uh... if you’re coming, you’ll be needing one too. Not that you need to come, because I’ll be fine!” Despite that claim, five minutes later, Mugman returned, in a coat and hat similar to his brother’s, a blue scarf wrapped around his mouth to hide his easily recognizable nose. He felt a little ridiculous, but his brother reassured that lots of people in the casino dressed in weird get-up like this, so they’d fit right in. Their trip down to Inkwell Hell was a quick one, taking shortcuts and running into very few people along the usually busy streets due to it being so late at night. 

It was about one thirty by the time they arrived, entering the doors of The Casino and trying their best to look like they belonged there. Mugman wouldn’t be partaking in any gambling himself tonight, but it would look a little strange to hang around Cuphead and not take part. Whilst his elder brother headed to a free table, Mugman seated himself on a bar stool, keeping a close eye on anything that looked suspicious. He just hoped no one would seek out conversation with him... or that Cup would draw too much attention to himself.

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“Nice run, boys. Now how about we…

                                                       raise the stakes?”

About - Rules - Mun

Indie RP Blog for Cuphead’s The Devil

Selective - Mutuals Only

OC, Fan, Crossover, and Duplicate Friendly

Multiship Friendly

14 years RP experience, 4 years tumblr RP experience.

So, how about we make a deal?

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Starter for @bluescarfvivi​!

“Excuse me, miss?” Mugman approached the young woman, trying his best not to spook her as was probably easy for one to do in a place like this; this set of rail tracks was known for being haunted by all sorts of scary ghosts and ghouls.  “Hope you don’t feel I’m imposin', but, you’re not lost, are you?”

“Yeah, you don’t look like the type’a gal we usually see around these parts!” Cuphead chipped in. “You’re not a ghost, for one! Uhh... well, that I can tell.”

“Not really the kinda place you wanna be exploring by yourself.”

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(ooc; HEY IT’S ALMOST BEEN A YEAR BUT UH... H-HEY.

Dang I’m awful sorry to everyone I left hanging. ;; Hope you can forgive me for being bad at keeping up with this blog. However, I’m willing to give it another try because the Cuphead bug has bitten me recently and I felt inspired to come back on and give these boys another go.

Like/reblog this post if you wanna interact with a Cup n Mug!)

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“I AIN’T GOIN’ OUT IN THIS WEATHER.”

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debitumdiaboli:

“How…. kind. But I already got your invitation made up, Cup. Mind taking one to your brother as well? Figure it’ll be faster than post.” He waved two fancy cardstock envelopes in front of Cuphead’s face… just out of reach…

“Aw, how nice’ta know you’re thinkin’ of us!” Cuphead said, acting surprised that he’d actually been invited, despite clearly having known this whole time. 

“I can do that.” He gave a small hop in an attempt to take them from his hand. 

[thingsforrp]

Tol & smol sentence starters

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thingsforrp:

(some are jokey, some can be insults, some for tall people, some for small people)

“I’m so glad you’re tall, you know?”

“My feet are so small I can get my shoes cheap from the kids’ section so who’s the real winner?”

“You’re tall, can you reach that for me please?”

“Can you not put the chocolate on the top shelf? You know I can’t reach”

“You’re the perfect height for an arm rest”

“How tall are you anyway?”

“Us short people can hide in places you couldn’t think of”

“Once I got drunk and told somebody I was 5′12"

“I bought you a stepstool so you can reach the kitchen cupboards”

“You’re too small/tall”

“You’re in another level of the atmosphere up there”

“You’re so close to the average height of a primary school child”

“If anyone laughs at your height I’ll end them”

“I’ve always been the tallest/smallest of my friends”

“You can’t deny you’re small/tall at (height)”

“I don’t think I’ve grown since I was 12″

“If I knock you out you’ve got further to fall”

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You boys planning on sending out gifts?

“We’re probably just gonna send out cards to most of our friends! If I could get a present for everybody in Inkwell, I would! But we’re probably gonna reserve ‘em for just a select few, right Cup?”

“Yeah! I’m wrapping three… one for you, Elder Kettle, and… um…”

“Hm? Who? Somebody speeecial?” 

“…… M-maybe.”

[angstmemes]

Try to break my muse’s heart in a single sentence.