GUTZ ♱

tragic writer

[toonsmaniaceo]

Hey everyone!

Like i said, i was gonna draw some fanarts and this is my firts Myth of the Machine's fanart and my last for now, because i'll start draw Toonsmania pilot episode.

Sinners + Myth Mugman and Cuphead

I hope @flygutzz like it

I never watch the Sinners is good? 🤔

[myth-of-the-machine]

[myth-of-the-machine]

[gutzandglorie]

SOOO CUTTETTETETETETTETETET

[mkzrappa]

ALRIGHTY GANG LETS DO THIS ONEEEE MORE TIME. HERE HE IS, Ratchet in Myth of the Machine (Myth B-Side)!!!!

This is his finalized version, with Clank and a few other PlayStation All-stars being well in development too. So this won't be the last you'll hear from meee I says with joys

Ft itty bitty thingy I did with @crowberryboo cuz :3 HEART EMOJI HAI RAY

[gutzandglorie]

AYEE HE FINE AS FUCKKKK

[nortsauce]

I've got a question for y'all

So our writing can be quite subtle, and we definitely understand that. We do our best to subvert a lot of character tropes but that seems to confuse a lot of people from what i've been told?

Specifically, cuphead seems to be the hardest for people to understand.

Like a lot of people think he's some rough and tough mean swearing sailor who's flirtatious and dumb.

but like idk where that characterization came from?

Idk are they really that hard to understand? is there something we should be working on to change that?

[gutzandglorie]

lmao yall niggas r so dumb with cupheads characterization even nort confused 😭🤞

[gutzandglorie]

my beautiful bpd princess with multiple disorders

[gutzandglorie]

some obligatory bendystraw made by my friend pixelated_fishes on tt to hold you guys over until i figure out some bendystraw fics for yall 🙌🏽

[gutzandglorie]

DONT LET THAT WORRY YOU

the girl voice is bendy or something idk

[gutzandglorie]

devouts for the holy orderㅤㅤㅤㅤft. myth gang .

caution: 16+ reccomended, contains religion, slight suggestiveness (not really), slight ooc.

a/n: self-indulgent au, a bit of a vent/coping mechanism, but i honestly just wanted to take a crack at characterizing the gang. this is a motm au,,

♱ㅤㅤbendy.

unironically one of the more “devout” ones out of everyone. naturally, he always grew well aware of the severity of faith and the holy church himself since he was raised by sisters all his life (against his better judgement.)

although his blood and species is considered otherworldy by most patrons of the church, he is still loyal to the flock nonetheless. family is family after all, and he doesn't have any other to run to even if he did feel strongly about the church one day. in result, he's quite the spectacle amongst older nuns (male and female) and is considered the lords gift of humility to the church's orphanage and order, in a weird way.

still a big charmer amongst the nuns, and especially towards the bar maidens in the tavern he sneaks off to every once in awhile during mass gatherings he couldn't be bothered to attend on some days. although he's devouted to the religion, that doesnt stop him from frequently humoring his own mischievous tendencies and running off with a sister (or brother) somewhere on holy grounds to do god knows what. and it should probably stay that way too.

still affected by the blot disease, only his sickness is slightly more cautioned for as to not scare off any other members of the church or visitors coming by every sunday. a lot more self conscious about his appearance when he is going through an episode, truly just afraid of being percieved as a devil to be disposed of by the churchs’ executioners immediatley if showing signs of any sort of hostility, which is why he's a lot more laid back and cooperative in general.

actually has a bit of elegance over his ink abilities, and uses it as a healing property for others however his healing properties also affect a bit of his strength because it exerts just as much exhaustion out of him as his own disease does, so he's very nitpicky about who he does heal and who he continuously heals before. if he deny's a heal to your wounds, it's no hard feelings really. he just has to put himself first. you'll be fine.

not necessarily a scholar, but pretty handy for the church's needs mechanically along side his healing ability he just rarely uses enough. he's not someone you should go to first for some advice, but he definitely is the third .. the second being his brother.

♱ㅤㅤboris.

just as devout as his brother, for he too was raised along side nuns with bendy. although, he is a bit more intense in his own beliefs, surpassing religion as a whole given his black and white worldview. he may dislike the searchers and other ichor-corrupted creatures that lurk beyond the gates of the holy grounds, he indefinitely draws the line at any offense towards his brother.

what makes boris a particular child of the church is, he doesn't necessarily believe in the celestials, at least not in a way where he's constantly at the foot of every holy statue praising them for glory and virtue. he does believe there's something beyond that not even his mind could comprehend, but it's hard to keep up that belief at times. nonetheless, he still contributes to the church just as much as shelly and bendy, because it doesn't take religion to be a good person.

very overprotective of bendy still, and is extremely annoyed by bendy's tendencies to leave rooms completely to avoid everyone seeing him melt into a puddle due to the blot. of course he could never understand the importance of keeping up an image by avoiding everyone seeing him go into a rather messy and inky coughing fit, and he agrees on that 100%. he just cares about seeing his brother safe and protected by whatever celestial light might be up there to help his soul, along with his own.

can get quite lazy at times, sneaking out of mass to go hang out in a corridor in silence or to the tavern along with bendy. it's no hard feelings towards any other members or even the father himself, he just finds standing and kneeling for hours at a time for a good portion of his mornings a bit outrageous. that doesn't mean he's rebellious, he's just very tired in the mornings.

mostly found in the church's kitchen helping out, handling the orphans, or lousing around the main foyer with bendy and shelly. he isn't as busy as the rest, and hes extremely okay with that, insists he couldn't even begin to imagine the amount of work the ammonite and demon go through for the church while he just spends his days cooking or with children, and he finds that pleasant enough for a wolf like him.

♱ㅤㅤshelly.

despite her loyalty for working for the church, even going far as to becoming a newer executioner herself, she's greatly well versed and intricate on her studies of science and the logical development of toon-kind and the world around them. though, she is one of the many few who believe both coexisted at the same time, which is what keeps her going for the church's well-being and for her own.

the most enthusiastic and curious girl the church has ever met, in all the good and wrong ways. finds herself questioning the morality of the holy bible and its practices a lot, not out of venom or spite, she's just a generally interested person and finds bible study as just regular studying. that being said, she's the brightest nun of her age because of her passion for things religious or not, spending her days in her dorm room observing blueprints for medicine, celestial weaponry, and artifacts/fossils from around the world.

when she isn't busy looming over her desk with her worn quill in hand, she sometimes tends to help boris with the children, taking most of load of his hands since between him and her she's exceptionally better with children than him. if not reading stories of ancient myths and fairytales, she accompanies bendy or mugman around the church, even nagging them enough to follow her into picking out ripe fruits for the church's kitchen.

finds herself getting reluctantly dragged to taverns or the town in general with bendy and boris, although she worries about the church's rules and the punishment for disobeying them, she still follows anyway to enjoy their company. actually ends up being on par with bendy when it comes to drink for some odd reason, could actually outdrink maybe most of the gang if she wanted to.

actually ends up being quite the role model for the children because of her determination for knowledge and devotion to the church, she's a balance of both that either person can tolerate enough for her to continue staying. shelly tends to let it get to her head a bit by completey nagging the boys, specifically cuphead, to at least try to seem devoted and loyal to the church in front of the children. of course most of them heed her advice since she is by far the smartest out of the five of them, but she does find herself pulling cuphead by his handle to leave taverns/casinos and force him into confession duty out of punishment.

works alongside the cup brothers as a newer searcher/demon executioner. shocks many when she mentions her being chosen to eventually be front lined with cuphead and mugman since she's always seemed like brains than rather brawns, but don't underestimate that curiosity for weakness, she's actually on par with not only bendys tolerance but cupheads strength just a bit. she's a hard pillar to bring down, and safe to say a good chunk of the church would probably crumble without her.

♱ㅤㅤcuphead.

not even he knows why he was able to stay in the church as a brother, but he could safely bet that its a matter of his celestial magic along with his brothers magic that makes him eye-catching to the holy order. his devotion is pure, but he himself isn't. he finds himself spending most of his days lounging around corners of the church he shouldn't be in, drinking so much his own uniform smells like scotch, or playing to much poker for his own good. it's at this point that he's recognized as quite the rebel in general, but still partakes heavily in protecting the church and it's people from searchers nonetheless.

cuphead does not just recognize the celestials, he fears them. he fears the idea of hellfire and despite his frequent sinning he still hopes he can make it all up somebow with his job as an executioner, he figures thats gotta count for something when he finally gets to the pearly gates.

became an executioner (collector if you will) the second the church recognized his celestial magic, and he was honored by the church with mugman because of it, even gaining the nicknames "Porcelain Saints" from his countless triumphs over devils. takes advantage of the dependency the church has on him and bends it to his will which is why he gets away with most of the trouble making and unnecessary bloodshed he creates with searchers. on the topic of such, he has no mercy for any creature formed against the holy order. a job is a job, and he never gives that up for his own empathy, it's not like he has any for hellspawn anyway.

almost never partakes in mass service or his confessional duties, and when he does, he honorably half-asses it in hopes to free himself quickly from the shackles of constant chants of the bibles words and haphazardly reassuring devastated patrons of their sins.

“Not a sin Brother Dyle, just very weird and slightly lustful for any church.”

was actually a bit skeptical of bendy when he first met him, even going as far as to asking higher ups if they're just keeping him here to kill later on, but after learning he was actually quite the saint he storaged the idea of hanging him by his legs on sight and instead nags him more than ever to get a very unvirtuous reaction out of him in hopes to get him into trouble. it never works however, because bendy grew to become great at masking his anger enough to not be seen as an absolute threat.

actually respects boris and shelly a lot since they are willing to give him what for for using his status as a respected executioner to his own benefits. he found it quite annoying with shelly especially at first, but soon realized her boldness and strive for what should be done through and through would make her a great offense in the executioner field, so he recommended her and ultimately snagged her a spot in the trainee position. she still has a bit of trouble talking to him, for he is quite the intimidating man.

formed a gambling addiction out of boredom for this same old holy and loyal lifestyle, he knew he couldnt just spend his days saying grace and killing searchers, so he put more of his explosive personality towards something a lot more chaotic. albeit he already had issues making wagers and bets in the house of god, but there comes a time when a man just wants to leave the church for a day and gamble until he feels like some kind of winner again. though, later on his gambles began to reflect his person and his need to feel near-death. he couldn't die even if he wanted to, so he was fairly okay with offering up his own eyes or head against another poor gambler who had no intention of risking their life or watching another man shatter his own head for the fun of it whatsoever. mugman tells him off about his suicidal-like gambles and that one day lady luck won't be so nice with him, but in regular cuphead fashion, he shrugs it off and rolls the dice.

♱ㅤㅤmugman.

a man devoted to the executioner life style, but absolutely despises the celestials themselves. he would never say it himself, but he considers whatever might be up above very sadistic for watching him suffer and struggle with the burden of magic given to him and completely abandoning him after wards, he especially holds a grudge against a certain chalice. nontheless makes protecting the people of the church and his friends his top priority.

on the topic of grudges, he's quite the hothead contrary to popular belief, and that affects his attitude towards some people like bendy, although he tries to work on that. he's especially unapproachable during mornings, having to wake up early and patrol for awhile since he still is one of the any defenses for the church besides being an executioner. the only two who can approach him are shelly and cuphead, like cuphead he respects her boldness and gives her that respect she deserves.

nags the other four to stop wandering off during church services and stay like the responsible adults they are. actually the only one out of all of them who almost never skips out on church no matter how much cuphead personally brags about his outings to make him feel like he's missing out, that doesn't affect him however.

unlike his brother, he actually feels a bit of a guilty conscience when killing off devils or searchers. far apart from cupheads perception, he actually recognises these things, these things considered hellspawn, used to be like any other person in the church, only consumed by their stronger emotions and turned into the monster they are now. sometimes after his missions, he prays silently, giving them grace and eternal peace for their resting. they had names too, it's the least he could do.

sometimes along journeys with shelly to find more for her collection of historical artifacts or blueprints in general. he finds her study admirable and a good example of determination, which is why he second his brothers word for adding her onto the team of executioners.

horrible with children, he isn't exactly rude, just scolds them enough for their own safety and to lessen his worries about them somehow getting hurt trying to act like high level executioners themselves. his empathy also denies the churchs requests for him to train newly appointed executioners and keep them as apprentices, not to be a jerk, but because he wouldn't like to see anyone get awfully hurt under his cautious watch some how, he recognizes the dangers of what lurks beyond, and he'll bet himself that with any more pressure on his psyche as a mentor and a professional executioner might turn him into a devil himself.

♱

[gutzandglorie]

MOTM BENDYSTRAW IF IT WAS A 2018 MEP PART

this might not be what mep parts used to look like to a t but im just taking inspo from what i used to watch... dont shoot me.

art creds: sgrey, revvinferno, flyygutz/motm obviously

[gutzandglorie]

THE IDEAL LOVE

SUMMARY: A lovely quarrel between two friends, nothing more.

WARNING: 16+ Recommended! contains descriptions of nausea, violence, cuphead's weird way of flirting and slight suggestiveness.

NOTE: hii ! terribly sorry if the characterization isn't good or if this is too short, getting in the swing of writing for the public and its a lot of pressure. enjoy!

ao3 version right here!

The demon's chest rises and falls with caution, like any move could set off the beast on top of him at any moment. A growing pit drills itself into his stomach, down to a bottomless pit that had nothing but nausea ruminating its walls. In fact, if he swallowed whatever was left in his parched mouth down to his brittle throat, he’d be able to feel the sour taste of acid and disgust hit his own tongue. 

But the acid wasn’t for the man pining him, his snarl caught between his vision, it was also for himself. 

Disgust for how he let himself freeze, and he’s letting himself meet his own eyes with the others. The other who was sinking his gloved fingers into his rubber-like skin, making a silhouette of his body against the ground beneath him. 

Cupheads breath doesn’t move with hesitance, it doesn’t even hitch. It doesn’t flow into his nose and seeps out gently through his lips, it escapes roughly in and out through his entire mouth, like an animal holding itself from sinking its canines into its prey. Like a threat waiting to pierce Bendy in his little heart. 

He looked manic, he was manic. His hands were graciously bigger than Bendy’s entire body, so he easily had his palm only nearly cupped along his waist line, and the other dug into the dirt, his thumb only lightly grazing Bendy's high hip. He paralyzed him in a way muscle prodding or a bullet to his leg couldn’t; the glimmer of his teeth, its ends thinned out for the thrill of it, did enough damage to Bendy’s psychological torment than any other threat ever could. 

His pupils looked like red dots in a sea white void of nothingness, his eyes lidded but he was in no mood the demon considered calm or drunken for that matter. His eyes, his bared teeth. 

Cuphead could probably rip him apart, kill him with bare teeth alone. And that idea alone keeps Bendy from moving a singular muscle, from breathing too hard, from letting even a tiny wince slip past his tongue. 

“You and I don’t get to talk much like this,” the cup jests. “I like it, I like you like this.” 

And what in the 9 hells is that supposed to mean? 

“We don’t talk at all.” A tightness formed around Bendy’s eyes. “I’d like to keep it that way.” 

That’s not true. Well—half true. They talked, but not with words, more so with sharp glances and pinched mouths, and the tension in the air that could act as a dartboard. When they did speak normally, it was rather teasing and one-offs than an actual conversation. Bottomline, they tolerated each other, but not in a way that set peace between them. 

Cuphead couldn’t help but snicker to himself at Bendy’s defense, “You’re not still mad at me, right?” He cooed as if he were a father trying to soothe his child, but Bendy knew better. 

This was nothing gentle or heavenly; this was humiliation, embarrassment. Cuphead was using everything in his power to remind him he was still a twig that could be snapped over his knee at any point. He hated how he was just curling his hand around his body like he was a ragdoll, and he hated how he subconsciously abided by his touch from intimidation alone. 

He doesn’t answer Cuphead's question, he doesn't even subtly answer with his eyes like he always does. He just stares down at his legs entangled with the others in spite. 

“You’re still mad about that?”

“You tell me.”

“Don’t be a priss, I let you get away.”

His breath hitches at the comment, and without nary a thought his body jolts up to defend himself. To strike him with his knee, to slap him, to do something.

As quickly as his body rose however, it went back down with a slam against the dirt and an even tougher grip on his body. 

“Don’t move.”

Any previous jesting intent that was in his voice or his eyes quickly sunk away and out crawled who he really was beneath his porcelain surface. His palm no longer laid flat against the ground, but chained itself around Bendy’s shoulder, locking him into place with no effort. His gloves tight and thick materials curled in Bendy’s skin again, a twitch snapping his head against the tree behind him and a shiver curling down his spine like trickling poison. 

Cuphead felt like poison, he was poison. He loomed closer into the demon's space, his chest just maybe two feet away from the others. His eyelids don't shoot open, in fact they stay the way they were before, but it’s all much different now. 

If he moves, he’ll die. If he speaks, he’ll die. 

That leather glover around his hip is no longer there as a tease, but as a warning. It mimics the other, curling into the mechanics skin and drawing a bit of blood from force alone. He pushes his fingers deeper into Bendy’s skin, watching the demon below him tense up and suck thick air in between his teeth. 

Bendy felt simultaneous pricks of pain on his back, the fresh wounds splitting open from black skin making tears prick in his eye ducts. It’s a reminder to him, a promise, a love letter. 

“I could’ve done worse.” He tightens his fingers, and blood draws further from his back. Bendy clamps down on his own jaw, pressing his tongue against the back of his teeth to soother the feeling of his flesh being forced to open. 

“... Stop that.” 

Cuphead leans in closer, a hushed tone, “Stop what?”

“Stop treating me like a fucking animal.”

“I wouldn’t do this to an animal.” 

Another dig and the mechanic instinctively kicks his knee up in defense, Cuphead curls inwards a bit from the contact but laughs it off nonetheless. He hushes Bendy’s winces, and releases the pressure between Bendy's back and his fingers. Blood comes easier now, still running down in trails before stopping halfway to drip onto the forest floor beneath them. The feeling of fresh air against a hot wound causes the demon to squint, his tail lightly thumping beneath him. 

Cuphead takes note of the discomfort and takes his hand back over to the wound caused by his fingers, covering his palm over it like a makeshift bandaid. Bendy felt nothing but nausea again; for his body not twitching enough in disgust, not kicking enough, for accepting the cup's touch with ease like it wanted to be in this predicament. 

That was some self-exploration he needed to figure out for himself.

“You’re sick .. you know that?” 

“Maybe, but you’re the one who's lettin’ a guy loom over you like this.” 

Hm.

The demon's breathing reverts back to its state beforehand, cautious and soft. He makes no sudden moves or eye contact with the cup, but he leans his burning side into the touch of his palm, accepting its “apology”.  The heels of his boots are dug into the ground at a weird angle, and his head starts to become a sore being formally thrown and parked against raw tree bark. 

Meanwhile Cuphead presses his palm firmly against the wound, like he's medically equipped to work around a wound. The warmth from this gloved hand almost embraces the fresh cuts, protecting it with its life. He's now only inches away from Bendy really, his head hung beside Bendy’s so he can hear his breath and faint giggling. The hand that was then locked on his shoulder moved to the ground again, giving Bendy a bit of grace. 

The nausea never left him, in fact there was still a pit in his stomach that made him feel like at any moment he could be devoured by the beast he called Cuphead at any moment. 

It’s the ideal love, really.