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M!A: {None}   Cuphead NPC RP Side blog run by two mods! C. Gopnik and Double Z! Please read rules and bios before interacting!!

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I have a whole set of attacks for Forky and these are two of them!

He can snap with two hands: left hand snap summons silverware from the ground, right hand snap summons silverware come from the sky.

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Family Headcanons

👩 = What’s your muse’s relationship with their mother, what made it that way?

👨 = What’s your muse’s relationship with their father, what made it that way?

👩‍👧‍👧  = Does your muse have any siblings? Do they wish they had more/any?

🌟 = Who is your muse’s favorite family member, why?

👎 = Is there anyone in your muse’s family they dislike, why?

👍 = Does your muse think they’re a good child and/or sibling?

💕 = What are your muse’s thoughts on parenting and being a parent even if they aren’t one?

💜 = What children does your muse have, do they want anymore/any at all?

😤 = How would/does your muse handle unruly, difficult or dangerous behavior from their children?

👌 = Does your muse thing they are/would be a good parent?

😞 = Finding an orphaned child would your muse opt to take them in, find someone more qualified, or just leave them?

😫 = How does your muse handle a family member being stressed out? What about sick?

⚰️ = How would the loss of a family member affect them? Does it vary based on type of family member?

🍳 = What kind of family gatherings does your muse prefer and why?

✨ = How important is family to your muse?

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(thebrotherscupheadandmugman) Cuphead was visibly in a blind panic. The child was known for his toughness, yet here he was, crying and running up to the first person he saw.

@thebrotherscupheadandmugman

Forkington was a reserved man, good at improvising and working under pressure. On the outside.

On the inside, when Cuphead ran up to him, Forky felt just like Cuphead looked. Forkington didn’t know what to do. But just the idea of him breaking down into tears in public made him grimace. Though, from the side it seemed like nothing more than a frown.

“Pardon?” He spoke up after taking a deep calming breath. “What is wrong, Cuphead? Do you need help?”

[thebrotherscupheadandmugman]

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Welp, that was a quick change of pace. Forkington swore, had he been any lighter, the boy would have waved him like a flag all the way to Rugged Ridge.

After such a ride it was hard for Forky to focus on anything. He had barely noticed Cuphead running dashing away before something hard and metal hit him right on his just as metal head. Now that helped him come back to his senses. Forkington had stepped aside before the pickaxe could hit him once again from the back. What a peculiar boomerang. He watched it go back to where it came from and saw a goat-like creature standing on the top of the cliff.

“Could you distract it for me,” he asked but it was more like a simple statement or a command.

He followed the sound of crying, trusting Cuphead that he’d do as he said. He couldn’t care less about the goat. He had to prepare for whatever had happened to the poor soul.

Cuphead nodded, but…looked for some way to distract the Mountain Goat. His weapons wouldn’t reach, and he was too far away to do anything more direct.

As Forkington would approach the edge of the cliff, he’d find Mugman lying on a ledge on his right arm, crying from pain. He was quite a ways down, not at all within arm’s reach, but just barely hidden out of sight from any enemies, although it was rather clear that something took notice of the brother’s presence, or at the very least, Mugman’s.

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“Ah,” Forkington gasped, covering his mouth with one hand. That explained a lot.

How in the world did it happen? Why did the kids even come here, wasn’t it a restricted zone? Of course, Forky was glad that the lad didn’t fall into the abyss below, but now he was faced with the problem of getting the poor mug out of there. Moreover, he had to think of something quick.

“Mugman, could you look up at me?” He called out, bending over the edge, “Can you get up or walk?” That would make his job easier but he was already thinking through plan B.

[thebrotherscupheadandmugman]

“F-Forkington?!” Of all the people he went to get help from, Mugman never would have expected Cuphead to get him of all people. “Nnn–!” Mugman grimaced as he tried to push himself up with his left hand, it was slow and visibly painful for the teen, but he was able to push himself to sit up. “I-I think!” He wiped his tears away with his good hand.

It was evident that he’d been hurt more from the fall, rather than whatever attacked him and caused him to stumble down there. There was a tear in his shirt that revealed that his shoulder had been cracked, likely his whole arm was given how he wasn’t using it. 

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While Forky had been surprised to be taken here as much as Mugman was surprised to see him, he was more focused on other things.

“Alright, good. Don’t stand too close to the edge,” Forkington warned, straightening up, so he wouldn’t need his hands to balance him.

Then Forkington snapped fingers of his left hand and swiped the hand to the right.

One by one from the wall of the cliff emerged knives, comparable to Forkington himself in size. The formed improvised stairs from the ledge to where Forky was standing. Usually the knives would quickly disappear. However, as long as he was focused on them, clenching the fist, they could serve as platforms.

“Now I ask you to climb up. Don’t force yourself to do it quickly.”

[thebrotherscupheadandmugman]

Mugman nodded and started his climb up, however, a small crack that he could feel on his right hip slowed his movements. He’d have to take it one step at a time, that was for certain.  “W-where’s Cuph–nnh!” Each movement earned a wince of pain that Mugman would fail to choke back.

Meanwhile, Cuphead had glanced around, still searching for something to distract the goat with. It looked like he was rearing up for another attack as well, and Cuphead was growing visibly more panicked as a result. Finally, he managed to spot a rock, and quickly chucked it at the goat before he’d managed to attack Forkington.  “H-hey, over here!!” 

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“Your brother is doing us a favor,” Forkington informed, eyeing what was going on behind him. He would have taken care of the goat himself, but, unfortunately, focusing on two different tasks with his magic had never worked before. He wasn’t going to risk trying it now. “Please, don’t worry about that and focus on getting up. Tell me if you need help climbing.”

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PIZZA! PASTA! PUT IT IN A BOX! DELI-VER IT! TO MY HOUSE AND PUT IT ON MY COCK MY COCK MY COCK MY COCK MY COCK MY COCK MY COOOOCK!!! CHEESY ON MY PEENY AND SOME SAUCE-A ON MY BALLS!!

Forkington gave the person an unamused side-glance before continuing his quest of taking off the spaghetti. He pretended to not see or hear the fella during the whole ‘song’. Perhaps, if he ignored the nuisance, it would go away.

[mermoll]

She can’t help but cackle at the spaghettihair.

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“I am glad I can be a form of entertainment for you, miss,” Forkington spoke calmly through gritted teeth, hiding his embarrassment, “But I would be even more glad to receive help.”

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TOO BAD!! *plops spaghetti on top. Looks like a pompadour.* Hehehehehehehehe!! *runs*

“Wh-”

Forkington couldn’t do much but stare at the noodles on his head and watch in confusion and offense as the grey person ran. After that he was quick to pull out a hand mirror. He looked at himself for a few moments before his expression changed to disgusted. Now he had to clean his tines from... everything.

“I must be grateful there weren’t any meatballs or sauce with it.” He shuddered at the thought.

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FORKINGTON DONT YOU EVER WISH YOU HAD HAIR??

“I am right here, there is no need in yelling.” Forky winced at the loud sound before raising a brow at the stranger. “But as a matter of fact, no, I do not.” He brushed fingers against his prongs. It had nowhere to grow. Besides, it would look weird on him even if it found a place to grow. “Why do you ask?”

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*steals your monocle* Huehuehueuheuheuhhe~ >:3c *runs away*

“Wh- Hey!” Forkington gasped and reached for the thief but it was all too late. He had to run after the thief. He knew he wasn’t going to catch up with them. But he needed to know where they headed.

Soon Forky stopped. Catching his breath, out of habit he wanted to fix the monocle- which, of course, wasn’t there. He sighed, dusting off his blazer. He was growing anxious. Without the monocle it was quite uncomfortable. The rich purple was no different than the dull grey and Forky could barely differ pink and orange.

He took a deep breath. Now that he looked calmer, he had a theft to report.

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(thebrotherscupheadandmugman) Cuphead was visibly in a blind panic. The child was known for his toughness, yet here he was, crying and running up to the first person he saw.

@thebrotherscupheadandmugman

Forkington was a reserved man, good at improvising and working under pressure. On the outside.

On the inside, when Cuphead ran up to him, Forky felt just like Cuphead looked. Forkington didn’t know what to do. But just the idea of him breaking down into tears in public made him grimace. Though, from the side it seemed like nothing more than a frown.

“Pardon?” He spoke up after taking a deep calming breath. “What is wrong, Cuphead? Do you need help?”

[thebrotherscupheadandmugman]

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Welp, that was a quick change of pace. Forkington swore, had he been any lighter, the boy would have waved him like a flag all the way to Rugged Ridge.

After such a ride it was hard for Forky to focus on anything. He had barely noticed Cuphead running dashing away before something hard and metal hit him right on his just as metal head. Now that helped him come back to his senses. Forkington had stepped aside before the pickaxe could hit him once again from the back. What a peculiar boomerang. He watched it go back to where it came from and saw a goat-like creature standing on the top of the cliff.

“Could you distract it for me,” he asked but it was more like a simple statement or a command.

He followed the sound of crying, trusting Cuphead that he’d do as he said. He couldn’t care less about the goat. He had to prepare for whatever had happened to the poor soul.

Cuphead nodded, but…looked for some way to distract the Mountain Goat. His weapons wouldn’t reach, and he was too far away to do anything more direct.

As Forkington would approach the edge of the cliff, he’d find Mugman lying on a ledge on his right arm, crying from pain. He was quite a ways down, not at all within arm’s reach, but just barely hidden out of sight from any enemies, although it was rather clear that something took notice of the brother’s presence, or at the very least, Mugman’s.

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“Ah,” Forkington gasped, covering his mouth with one hand. That explained a lot.

How in the world did it happen? Why did the kids even come here, wasn’t it a restricted zone? Of course, Forky was glad that the lad didn’t fall into the abyss below, but now he was faced with the problem of getting the poor mug out of there. Moreover, he had to think of something quick.

“Mugman, could you look up at me?” He called out, bending over the edge, “Can you get up or walk?” That would make his job easier but he was already thinking through plan B.

[thebrotherscupheadandmugman]

“F-Forkington?!” Of all the people he went to get help from, Mugman never would have expected Cuphead to get him of all people. “Nnn–!” Mugman grimaced as he tried to push himself up with his left hand, it was slow and visibly painful for the teen, but he was able to push himself to sit up. “I-I think!” He wiped his tears away with his good hand.

It was evident that he’d been hurt more from the fall, rather than whatever attacked him and caused him to stumble down there. There was a tear in his shirt that revealed that his shoulder had been cracked, likely his whole arm was given how he wasn’t using it. 

[inkwellnpcpub]

While Forky had been surprised to be taken here as much as Mugman was surprised to see him, he was more focused on other things.

“Alright, good. Don’t stand too close to the edge,” Forkington warned, straightening up, so he wouldn’t need his hands to balance him.

Then Forkington snapped fingers of his left hand and swiped the hand to the right.

One by one from the wall of the cliff emerged knives, comparable to Forkington himself in size. The formed improvised stairs from the ledge to where Forky was standing. Usually the knives would quickly disappear. However, as long as he was focused on them, clenching the fist, they could serve as platforms.

“Now I ask you to climb up. Don’t force yourself to do it quickly.”

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(thebrotherscupheadandmugman) Cuphead was visibly in a blind panic. The child was known for his toughness, yet here he was, crying and running up to the first person he saw.

@thebrotherscupheadandmugman

Forkington was a reserved man, good at improvising and working under pressure. On the outside.

On the inside, when Cuphead ran up to him, Forky felt just like Cuphead looked. Forkington didn’t know what to do. But just the idea of him breaking down into tears in public made him grimace. Though, from the side it seemed like nothing more than a frown.

“Pardon?” He spoke up after taking a deep calming breath. “What is wrong, Cuphead? Do you need help?”

[thebrotherscupheadandmugman]

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Welp, that was a quick change of pace. Forkington swore, had he been any lighter, the boy would have waved him like a flag all the way to Rugged Ridge.

After such a ride it was hard for Forky to focus on anything. He had barely noticed Cuphead running dashing away before something hard and metal hit him right on his just as metal head. Now that helped him come back to his senses. Forkington had stepped aside before the pickaxe could hit him once again from the back. What a peculiar boomerang. He watched it go back to where it came from and saw a goat-like creature standing on the top of the cliff.

“Could you distract it for me,” he asked but it was more like a simple statement or a command.

He followed the sound of crying, trusting Cuphead that he’d do as he said. He couldn’t care less about the goat. He had to prepare for whatever had happened to the poor soul.

Cuphead nodded, but…looked for some way to distract the Mountain Goat. His weapons wouldn’t reach, and he was too far away to do anything more direct.

As Forkington would approach the edge of the cliff, he’d find Mugman lying on a ledge on his right arm, crying from pain. He was quite a ways down, not at all within arm’s reach, but just barely hidden out of sight from any enemies, although it was rather clear that something took notice of the brother’s presence, or at the very least, Mugman’s.

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“Ah,” Forkington gasped, covering his mouth with one hand. That explained a lot.

How in the world did it happen? Why did the kids even come here, wasn’t it a restricted zone? Of course, Forky was glad that the lad didn’t fall into the abyss below, but now he was faced with the problem of getting the poor mug out of there. Moreover, he had to think of something quick.

“Mugman, could you look up at me?” He called out, bending over the edge, “Can you get up or walk?” That would make his job easier but he was already thinking through plan B.

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(thebrotherscupheadandmugman) Cuphead was visibly in a blind panic. The child was known for his toughness, yet here he was, crying and running up to the first person he saw.

@thebrotherscupheadandmugman

Forkington was a reserved man, good at improvising and working under pressure. On the outside.

On the inside, when Cuphead ran up to him, Forky felt just like Cuphead looked. Forkington didn’t know what to do. But just the idea of him breaking down into tears in public made him grimace. Though, from the side it seemed like nothing more than a frown.

“Pardon?” He spoke up after taking a deep calming breath. “What is wrong, Cuphead? Do you need help?”

[thebrotherscupheadandmugman]

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Forky’s frown now had a visible tint of worry. Though, his hands were raised half way up in absolute confusion. Where do you even put your hands when you are pulled somewhere by a crying child? He desperately glanced around. Didn’t seem like anyone could bail him out. He locked his eyes on Cuphead again. He sighed. Guess his plans were changed for the rest of the day.

“Alright, alright, there is no need in crying.” Forkington finally let the cup drag him wherever he needed. “You’ll have to calm down if you want me to know what happened.” He really wished he knew how to talk to kids. He couldn’t even make a soothing voice. At least he was an expert in sounding calm.

Cuphead grabbed him by the hand and ran up through Rugged Ridge as fas as he could. Pretty soon, Cuphead had dragged him off the main path and past fallen pillars and ancient ruins. 

The boy looked both ways before raising a finger up defensively as if he were ready for something to attack, still crying and just as panicked as before. Suddenly, a pickaxe came flying at the two of them from somewhere on the cliff above. Cuphead dashed out of the way and turned towards the source of the attack. However, due to his choice of weapons, the boy was completely unable to attack, as neither the Roundabouts nor the Lobber could reach the Mountain Goat. 

However, a soft crying could be heard below the pair. It was clear that it was close by, but just out of sight…

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Welp, that was a quick change of pace. Forkington swore, had he been any lighter, the boy would have waved him like a flag all the way to Rugged Ridge.

After such a ride it was hard for Forky to focus on anything. He had barely noticed Cuphead running dashing away before something hard and metal hit him right on his just as metal head. Now that helped him come back to his senses. Forkington had stepped aside before the pickaxe could hit him once again from the back. What a peculiar boomerang. He watched it go back to where it came from and saw a goat-like creature standing on the top of the cliff.

“Could you distract it for me,” he asked but it was more like a simple statement or a command.

He followed the sound of crying, trusting Cuphead that he’d do as he said. He couldn’t care less about the goat. He had to prepare for whatever had happened to the poor soul.

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(thebrotherscupheadandmugman) Cuphead was visibly in a blind panic. The child was known for his toughness, yet here he was, crying and running up to the first person he saw.

@thebrotherscupheadandmugman

Forkington was a reserved man, good at improvising and working under pressure. On the outside.

On the inside, when Cuphead ran up to him, Forky felt just like Cuphead looked. Forkington didn’t know what to do. But just the idea of him breaking down into tears in public made him grimace. Though, from the side it seemed like nothing more than a frown.

“Pardon?” He spoke up after taking a deep calming breath. “What is wrong, Cuphead? Do you need help?”

[thebrotherscupheadandmugman]

Cuphead tugged on Forkington’s blazer desperately, moving closer to the closed-off ridge as tears streamed down the poor kid’s face. “Mug–!! He–!!” The child was a hiccuping, blubbering mess, but he continued to tug the other in the direction of the closed mountain path.

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Forky’s frown now had a visible tint of worry. Though, his hands were raised half way up in absolute confusion. Where do you even put your hands when you are pulled somewhere by a crying child? He desperately glanced around. Didn’t seem like anyone could bail him out. He locked his eyes on Cuphead again. He sighed. Guess his plans were changed for the rest of the day.

“Alright, alright, there is no need in crying.” Forkington finally let the cup drag him wherever he needed. “You’ll have to calm down if you want me to know what happened.” He really wished he knew how to talk to kids. He couldn’t even make a soothing voice. At least he was an expert in sounding calm.

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(thebrotherscupheadandmugman) Cuphead was visibly in a blind panic. The child was known for his toughness, yet here he was, crying and running up to the first person he saw.

@thebrotherscupheadandmugman

Forkington was a reserved man, good at improvising and working under pressure. On the outside.

On the inside, when Cuphead ran up to him, Forky felt just like Cuphead looked. Forkington didn’t know what to do. But just the idea of him breaking down into tears in public made him grimace. Though, from the side it seemed like nothing more than a frown.

“Pardon?” He spoke up after taking a deep calming breath. “What is wrong, Cuphead? Do you need help?”

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The Business Ball

Forkington had been in his room, calculating something on a piece of paper, when there was a knock on his door.

“Come in,” Forky replied, not looking up from his papers.

The door was opened by his butler. In one hand he had a metallic tray with a cloche over it, so it was impossible to tell what kind of dish could be inside.

Silverson finally drew his attention from the papers and to the butler. Noticing the tray, he smiled shyly.

“I’m not really hun-”

But he was cut by the butler stopping beside him and lifting the cloche. There was an envelope on the tray.

A pause. They looked into each other’s eyes, sayings things they wouldn’t dare to say out loud. Then they both smiled.

“Thank you.” Forky took the fancy-looking envelope and the butler put the cloche back on. “You can go now.”

The butler bowed and made his way out, closing the door behind him.

Forkington’s first thought was to go back to work but something caught his eye about the envelope. If it were just fancy, it wouldn’t matter that much. His whole house was kind of fancy. But this envelope looked dark... it felt dark, too. Once opened, it turned out to be an invitation. The invitation to the Devil’s Ball.

A sigh. The fork gently put the invitation on the table and began to think it over. He was more of an aloof person, so he didn’t like such events. Besides, it was from the Devil. That reason alone should stop him from going there. On the other hand, he knew people who would go there regardless. And some of them were people of interest for him.

Another sigh. Forky leaned forward and pulled on a slim rope nearby his workplace. A distant ring of a bell could be heard. It took only a few seconds for the butler to knock on the door again.

“Come in.” “You called, sir?” “Yes, I did.” Forky put the invitation into one of drawers of his table. “Do we still have that one old masquerade mask?” “Uh... I believe, sir, I’ve seen it in our stockroom. Should I look for it?” “Yes, please, do. Come back when you have found it.” “Yes, sir,” the butler said, bowed again and closed the door behind.

Forkington turned to his papers again and, after a moment of hesitation, continued his work.

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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!!”

[admissiontoperdition]

You are cordially invited to The Devil’s Ball.

When: October 29th - November 1st.

Where: The Devil’s Casino

Attire: Black Tie Masquerade 

If you are to bring a date, secure it by October 26th. No tricks, no lies, no trouble.

All toons welcome!  Any and all inquiries are to be taken directly up with @admissiontoperdition​

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