#askcupheadthings

[potiongrandpa-archived]

@askcupheadthings said to potiongrandpa:

Cuphead rested his chin on the palm of his hand and seemed to be watching other children playing. He seemed almost sad watching them.

   “What are you up to, m’boy?”

         Elder Kettle asks that, approaching the boy, although the answer is obvious. Looking from Cuphead to the happier children in a group, Elder Kettle gently twiddles the corner of his mustache.”...”

[thebrotherscupheadandmugman]

Being locked up by demons was one thing. But being locked up in an enclosed, dark space was a nightmare. Cuphead had been in a frenzied state of panic since he was put in the closet, frantically wiggling and screaming into his gag in a desperate attempt to break out of his bindings.

Event

Mugman felt horrible for his twin. He know how scared Cuphead must have been, but with things the way they were now, there was nothing he could do. He couldn’t even wrap his brother up in a comforting hug, or tell him they would get out of this, no matter how much his heart yearned for it. No, the most he could do was try and keep a level head and think of a way out. At the very least, he had to think of a way out of these binds. They tied their wrists together behind their back, and their fingers together as well, so their finger guns were out of the question...if there was something in here to fray the ropes with, that’d be a start. 

While the closet was dark, Mugman’s eyes had adjusted after some time, so they had that on their side, but that didn’t mean it was easy to see what they had in here. Maybe a coat hanger could work if they could kick it onto the floor. Wait, scratch that, they wouldn’t be able to pick it up. 

Wait, they had a wooden sword in here, didn’t they?! Sure the blade wouldn’t be sharp enough to cut the ropes, but if it was the one he was thinking of, there was a split in the wood they could use to file away at the ropes until they snapped. 

Mugman looked back at Cuphead and did his best to nudge him to get his attention. He needed to get him to calm down. 

[baconlovindemon]

"Babe? Ya okay?" Cuphead asked, gently knocking on the door.

Bendy raised his head at the sound. Fuck, bad timing. “N-no--” Fuck him, he couldn’t even control his voice right now. Dammit! “Y-yes, I’m fine. Don’t worry about me.” He tried, but it was apparent that he was still struggling to keep his voice from sounding demonic and threatening. Regardless, Bendy rushed to the door, hoping to keep it pried shut so Cuphead wouldn’t walk in on him in this state and get hurt. Unfortunately with so much loose ink flowing everywhere in his apartment, he slipped and smacked face first into the door, splattering more ink against the wood and walls. He growled out some curse words, and peeled himself free of the wall. “D-don’t come in.”

[double-z-the-queen]

HEY LOSER, I LOVE YOU, HAVE FUN CRYING OVER DUCKS

[allhailmuggod]

Cuphead wraps his arms around his brother's arm and just holds on quietly. Something may be bothering him, but he doesn't say a word.

Mugman was not quite prepared. Nonetheless, he did not complain. Instead he quizzically looked at Cuphead, showed him a small smile and gave him a light pat on the shoulder.

"Holdin' on to somethin' good here?"

[sector-z-knd]

@askcupheadthings

[trainghouls]

@askcupheadthings liked for a Daylight Starter

Bored. Bored. Bored. There was never anything fun to do this early in the day. Unless one considers causing mass panic at the grocery store by causing eggs to ‘mysteriously float.’ Which Specter did. And that’s what he was doing. Nobody could see him...yet. 

[karnivalkrew]

"Puphead! Didn't expect to see you over here! Would you like to help me garden?" The curious cup asked, in the middle of a patch of flowers. With his floral he appeared right now, he almost blended right in.

NPuphead had snuck out of the noisy Isle Two to go see Cuphead, but he stopped short upon seeing his friend in the state that he was. Cuphead didn’t really seem like the gardening type, and it almost looked like he had flowers growing over his body. Puphead was getting a bad feeling about all of this... He was afraid to answer, yet he found himself shaking his head ‘no,’ and slowly backing away. Maybe he should go back and help taking apart the carnival for the winter.