Satan's little gremlins!

Indie, semi selective RP and ask blog for the bad ending cuphead and mugman, known as "Cups and mugsy." Please read the rules and the about before interacting with me. (follows back from havinahelluvatime) sidebar image by @Glittergummy

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I miss @badcupgoodcup

[diabolical-ceramics]

Contemplation

TLDR I might be deleting the blog. I know i haven’t been very active on here and it’s for good reason. I just havent had he drive to roleplay as the bad cups anymore. Believe me i really want to but something is stopping me and its annoying. At this point ive been thinking about deletion of this blog, but i dont want to let my RP partners down, as well as abandon two characters that ive really grown to love over the time ive been playing them. and what happens if i decide to stert playing again? then its gone! i really dont dont know what to do right now. i havent even been good enough as to talk in the discord chats. maybe im falling out of cuphead? i dont know. but i hope that i can pick this up again soon.

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"heheh!" how's the crew going without dere soul contracts buddy?" - Cups (diabolical- ceramics)

“There going fine…there proud that I fought…but upset I lost, my family actually CARES about me” he huffed as he turned his back to the cup.

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He huffed, “you n yer carin’ talk again. what is it with all dat talk ‘bout yer family  carin’ so much?” he rolled his eyes at the ghost. “’s almost like ya don’t actually believe dey care!”

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“…your right…I think they don’t, I feel like an annoying brat…someone who would be better off gone, it hurts but….I know, deep down inside them somewhere, they care about me…” he sighed as he said this.

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“See what i mean? Ya don’t even trust yaself? An’ ya feel like th’ best thing is ta take it out on me?” he fake tutted, “for shame eye hole! For shame!” he shook his head, not actually disappointed in the ghost but intent on making him feel bad nonetheless.

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“…whatever, maybw its the best way because your evil and ill be doing good in taking it out on ya”

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Cups rolled his eyes “evil huh? Dats what ya call me fer doin’ my job?” he leaned towards the ghost “So what if ya think I am? ya think yer better fer bein’ rude ta me? I oughta give ya another few shots!”

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{🤐} "Well well well... If it isn't the brats of the Devil." The woman hand signed to the two, but mostly her glare was towards Cups.

The brothers looked at the lady, sadly not able to understand her sign language, but Cups could see that she was giving him a look to end all looks. “eh? What are ya doin’?”

“it betta not be anythin’ nasty, lady.” Mugsy watched her hands move around guessing maybe she was casting a spell of some sort.

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‘It’s not cheating if this is how I fight.’ Catherine smirked seeing how they were down for a bit, she knew they would get up like the stubborn kids they were. Her eyes focused on them intently trying to see if they wanted to continue this pointless fight, it’s not like she had her soul contract anymore so what’s the point in this? ‘You boys done yet? I have patrons waiting for their drinks.’ Growing impatient she started to walk over to them not knowing the impending danger that might be for her if she got to close.

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“It werent us that started this fiasco! ya got nobody ta blame but yaself!” Cups rebutted. The two did indeed get up, and this time they forfeited their straws for a bit of their own magic granted to them by the devil himself. Enveloping their hands in fire they launched the bombs of blaze straight at the aversary. hoping that would ward her off of them. 

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need to take a break for a while

I'm struggling at the moment with a lot of personal stuff and can't manage the blog right now, sorry for any inconvenience caused.

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Cups smiled and posed like a ham trying to be professional “take it easy, missy, we just wanna know a few things about ya! simple things like yer wants in life, y’know, easy questions!” getting right to the point of what he wanted out of this poor barista. “yeah! then we can help ya out with ‘em! free a charge!” Mugsy bounced in his seat as he spoke.

Depresso smiled happily at this and nodded. “W-Well… About the wants in my l-life.. I want to o-open my own bakery! Or at least buy my own h-house..” Depresso sighed softly after her sentence. “A-Anyways, what are the other questions?”

The worker finally found a reason to take Depresso away and began walking up to them, rehearsing what she had to say in her mind.

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Cuphead smiled a very nasty smile, she’d just walked right into his desired place like a fish to bait. “Heheheheh! well, our next question jus’ so happens ta relate ta the first one!” he looked to Mugsy to continue the offer. “indeed it does!” Mugsy uttered through his crooked teeth “how would ya like ta...” he was interrupted by the worker who had wound up making her way to the table. “uh... can I help ya?” he looked at her like she’d just insulted him.

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"heheh!" how's the crew going without dere soul contracts buddy?" - Cups (diabolical- ceramics)

“There going fine…there proud that I fought…but upset I lost, my family actually CARES about me” he huffed as he turned his back to the cup.

@diabolical-ceramics

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He huffed, “you n yer carin’ talk again. what is it with all dat talk ‘bout yer family  carin’ so much?” he rolled his eyes at the ghost. “’s almost like ya don’t actually believe dey care!”

[shotgunshellhell-deactivated201]

“…your right…I think they don’t, I feel like an annoying brat…someone who would be better off gone, it hurts but….I know, deep down inside them somewhere, they care about me…” he sighed as he said this.

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“See what i mean? Ya don’t even trust yaself? An’ ya feel like th’ best thing is ta take it out on me?” he fake tutted, “for shame eye hole! For shame!” he shook his head, not actually disappointed in the ghost but intent on making him feel bad nonetheless.

[thebrotherscupheadandmugman]

Double Trouble! ((Closed starter for diabolical-ceramics))

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Cups got up from the floor and clacked his teeth at the two of them. “answers ta what?” he was visibly weak, but still held his ground at the doubles. “Ah forget dat! We aint givin’ ya nothin’!” He snarled and prepared another shot. Mugsy, however, was starting to back away from the fight, still in a defensive postition but t was now more for his own protection than to actually do any fighting. “HEY! Don’t leave me alone like this! ya wimp” Cups protested, spotting that he was trying to make his leave.

“Well for starters, you could tell us how you came to be?” Mugman glared, holding a charge and aiming right at them. “And why!!”

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Mugsy stopped in his tracks once he’d been yelled at by his brother, being caught red-handed in trying to sneak away. Cups grunted as he was asked the question “why tha hell would ya wanna know dat?” stressed from the interrogation, he snapped at his double. Mugsy hated the question of where he came from and ushered a very aggressive snarl. “Mind yer own business!”

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“Hey, you’re basically us, ya copycats!!” Cuphead shouted back. “I don’t think it’s an unreasonable question. We have a right to know, I’d think! And you’re not exactly in a position to argue, so spill it! Okay?” Mugs tried, still pointing straight at them. He’d hoped they could at least get something out of them, in the event that they’d have to deal with these two again.

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Cups huffed, seems he had no choice in the matter, either answer or get blown to bits. “aright, ya wanna know where we came from? Yer right, we came from th’ devil! ta do th’ job youse guys don’t!” hopefully that would answer the question for them enough. He wasn’t willing to go into deepest detail about it. “but dat’s all yer gettin’!” Mugsy trying to keep the confession as short as possible so they could get away.

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☯:                        First impression of your muse 

“We… met?”

(sorry Im not sure if File acctualy met boys O.O)

Ω: Favourite feature of your muse’s                    

“They are not annoying?”

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they spoke once when you sent my rules message.

[hellssecretary-blog1]

Small art dump about some RPs :)

1) Candy File single handedly destroyed File’s reputation, thatnks to it it was proven File has a soul… before it fell down

2) Candy File asked Candy @mothradarling to marry her, adopted candified evil Cup and Mug ( @diabolical-ceramics ) and made her rational side pretty pissed

3) Wine Auntie File keeping eye on Pachinko @daily-dose-of-kahlcium, They are already in hell… who cares?

4 and 5) AAAAANGST! @ask-mordred-the-gerbil and @donnasaturno

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awwww thanks so much for drawing my boys! it has been super fun to RP with you so far!

here’s a little preview of my boys from the RP. little candy gremlins from the candy cataclysm event. (i cant manage events on the blog yet so this has mostly been private)

[badcupgoodcup-blog]

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Tch, YOU jerks? What makes you think I’d get you anythi–

…Fine. Take this and shoo.

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"Sweet! thanks a bunch! been needing to wet the ol' palette!" They both chug it like its water. "Remind us tah share one with ya sometime!"

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Depresso’s look of anger quickly changed into a look of embarrassment. “S-Sorry.. I now see that you just wanted to have f-fun.. And I’m sorry for calling you a ch-child.. I was just upset.. I was enjoying the quiet and p-peace.. forgive m-me please?” Depresso was looking on the ground while she said this, bowing her head in shame. 

The workers took the chance to round up all the chairs and clean all the mess while the chaos calmed down. They put the chairs in the storage closet and cleaned the food that was spilled.

And with that undeserved apology, they clicked their fingers once again and the chaos in the room came to a complete halt. The two of them gave a smile to the barista, confident ones that said: “you’ve pleased me for now.” “Heh, that’s more like it! Ya know how to treat yer customers.” Mugsy was acting smug as ever, practically holding the barista in the palm of his hand. “now that’s sorted! Maybe we’s can ‘ave a lil talk!” Cups Offered, putting on a much friendlier face than before.

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Depresso smiled happily at this, not knowing about their true intentions. Depresso looked at Mugsy and said happily, “Th-Thank you! I generally try to make everyone happy and cheerf-ful!” Depresso then turned to Cups and said, “And I would l-love to t-talk!”

One worker had watched the boys carefully, shaking her head slowly at the display of fake care. “They have her on a leash already… Depresso, please, get out while you can,” thought the concerned worker. 

((I’m sorry I didn’t answer quickly! Also, can I use another muse?))

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(Sure you can!) The two brothers went to sit down at a table, not caring whether or not they needed a reservation Cups kicked the chair out from under the table and pointed to it demandingly, basically ordering her to sit there. Mugsy eagerly sat next to him like some kind of good cop bad cop scenario, only with a bad cop and a worse cop. “We hear ya got’s some problems, lil lady. An’ we tink we can help’s ya out!” Cups beamed, giving his best impression of his better self.

“Hahahah yeah! we can provide whatever ya need!” Mugsy agreed.

[depresso-cup-blog]

((Thank you!))

Depresso whimpered a little at this, having a few second thoughts. But, she still sat down in the chair, listening to what they had to say. “W-Well… If you can h-help me out.. Then I suppose I can t-trust you!” Depresso thought for a moment before finding out what she needed help with.

The same concerned worker sighed and tried to find a reason to go up to them and take Depresso away, before she made a mistake that could ruin her life.

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Cups smiled and posed like a ham trying to be professional “take it easy, missy, we just wanna know a few things about ya! simple things like yer wants in life, y’know, easy questions!” getting right to the point of what he wanted out of this poor barista. “yeah! then we can help ya out with ‘em! free a charge!” Mugsy bounced in his seat as he spoke.

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"heheh!" how's the crew going without dere soul contracts buddy?" - Cups (diabolical- ceramics)

“There going fine…there proud that I fought…but upset I lost, my family actually CARES about me” he huffed as he turned his back to the cup.

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He huffed, “you n yer carin’ talk again. what is it with all dat talk ‘bout yer family  carin’ so much?” he rolled his eyes at the ghost. “’s almost like ya don’t actually believe dey care!”

[ask-carrie-blossom]

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“Oh, more cups?” she smiles “Well, the more the merrier.” after a moment, she finds herself just staring at the two, something about them just didn’t seem right…yellow eyes, abnormal teeth, what seemed to be a huge bite mark in Cups’ straw “Not tryna be rude but, you two look a bit off…you boys doin’ okay?” she tilts her head.

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She stops herself from saying a curse word “Fiddlesticks….” she mutters under her breath. She sidesteps, trying to dodge the demonic cup.

This was bad,,,,Oh jeez, She needed to think of something, and fast…C’mon! Thinkthinkthinkthinkthinkthink,uhhhhhhhh…aha!

She snaps her fingers, causing the little buds on the roots to bloom into huge flowers. They take a few seconds to aim and begin shooting flurries of small seeds at the cups.

Cups was the first to get hit, his standing around and watching wasn’t exactly stopping him getting smacked by the seeds. “AGH, crap!” he stumbled back only for a few seconds before regaining his composure, quickly snapping to attention he aimed his finger at the flower lady and fired several shots in her direction.

Mugsy was already moving around when the seeds started firing and it made him a difficult shot to hit, managing to dodge or block most of the seeds heading his way, even smacking a few with his straw in her direction.

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“Bad Ending” I just had to draw these two in their bad ending look! I couldn’t help it! Decided to give them some claws as well! xD enjoy!

[quackariecuphead]

@diabolical-ceramics, @badcupgoodcup

[thebrotherscupheadandmugman]

Double Trouble! ((Closed starter for diabolical-ceramics))

[thebrotherscupheadandmugman]

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Cups got up from the floor and clacked his teeth at the two of them. “answers ta what?” he was visibly weak, but still held his ground at the doubles. “Ah forget dat! We aint givin’ ya nothin’!” He snarled and prepared another shot. Mugsy, however, was starting to back away from the fight, still in a defensive postition but t was now more for his own protection than to actually do any fighting. “HEY! Don’t leave me alone like this! ya wimp” Cups protested, spotting that he was trying to make his leave.

“Well for starters, you could tell us how you came to be?” Mugman glared, holding a charge and aiming right at them. “And why!!”

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Mugsy stopped in his tracks once he’d been yelled at by his brother, being caught red-handed in trying to sneak away. Cups grunted as he was asked the question “why tha hell would ya wanna know dat?” stressed from the interrogation, he snapped at his double. Mugsy hated the question of where he came from and ushered a very aggressive snarl. “Mind yer own business!”

[pcns-cf-tcmcrrcw]

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Cups just hissed at him annoyedly, baring his sharp teeth. Seeing that it was a skeleton made him think it was one of the skeletal staff members that ran the place, albeit a very short and stout version of them. leaning back against the unoccupied slot machine that had been converted into his little smoking corner and huffing, “aright, bozo waddaya want?” he didn’t recognise the guy at all, but he didnt care, he was more interested in going back to his cigar.

     indigo averts his gaze once again, a nervous smile forming on his face. 

…what he wanted? what did he want? 

     “ …do you just happen to have a map, or something i could use for coordinates on you? maybe some paper? “

     considering the condition this guy’s temper seemd to be in, maybe asking for even those was a bit too much. but, eh? he didn’t really want anything else at the moment. and really, he needed those.

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Cups looked at him like he was stupid. How could he get lost in this place? sure it was absolutely massive but there was only one way in and one way out, sure for many people they wouldn't see the out part ever again thanks to his boss and Cups wondered if this was a lost soul trying to escape this place.

That gave him an idea.

If this guy wanted to leave then he was gonna have to under HIS conditions. Cups saw an opportunity at a free soul to nab and dammit he was gonna impress his boss by doing his own work. Putting on a much calmer face, he opted to reassure the skeleton and lull him into a false sense of security.

“No maps in this place, buddy. but luckily for your sorry ass, I know how to get outta this place. What’s gotten ya lost in here anyhow?”