#enchanted brew

[mscyclops]

I couldn’t fit Porca 💔

I actually have a story in mind for them y’all. Question is; am I actually gonna go through with writing it? 😨

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Welcome, one and all, to BIII!!…

Yeahhh…still not sure on the title for this blog. But, I’m certain about the story! For the most part!

SO!…I’m gods-awful at intro posts. So bear with me lmao.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR? ARTIST? YEAH—

Main blog: @mscyclops

I am aroace and do have a bit of a hard time with romantic relationships(except for Coco and Earl because i made them and I’ve spent years with them). I’m not too sure how many relationships will be revealed in this blog, but keep that in mind if the relationships do seem a bit odd? I’ll try my best y’all.

I am also visually impaired—only have one eye, and drawing can sometimes tire said eye out, so some posts will be written. Again, I will try my best.

ABOUT THE BLOG

-This blog will mainly be a Bendy and Cuphead crossover, however, other toons may be mentioned/involved.

-Oc’s will have a main part in this blog. If that isn’t your thing, uhhh…sorry? Lol.

-I don’t want to give away too much—all y’all need to know is that Bendy is on the run. Is he wanted? Is he missing? That is what the Grey’s are going to find out.

-Cuphead, Mugman, Ms. Chalice and Porcalene are a couple of kids living with their parents, Earl Grey, Coco Kettle Grey, and their grandfather, Elder Kettle. The kiddos find their new little friend and bring him home.

RULES/WARNINGS

-Keep your questions APPROPRIATE please! Meaning; no nsfw. The cups are children in this AU, and so is Bendy. This is a family friendly blog!

-This blog MIGHT touch on heavy topics(mainly with Bendy). I will put warnings beforehand just in case.

I…can’t really think of anything else. Yk, just keep it family friendly in the asks is all I ask. There are a number of adult characters, but like I said—family friendly.

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Yk what’s crazy? This is only a crumb of my AU lore 💔

Speaking of lore—I’m not sure how to go about the story. I COULD make an ask blog, or I could just write it down on AO3

Which would honestly probably be a bad idea bc that’s where Tilly and Rosco’s story is being written and I feel like trying to handle multiple chapters in multiple stories at a time would freak me out hhhh idk

…might go with the ask blog smh

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Familiar

I had way too much fun with those flowers lmao

ANYWAY

Demi god Cuphead reincarnated and slowly regaining his traumatic memories core

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Chalice looks so baaad 😫

Bendy’s first winter with the Grey’s :D

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Late af 😫 Mama Coco for Mothers Day

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Guys I had a whole comic planned out for this but these two already took so long and the rest would have been VERY half-assed soo we’re getting a story instead

Will Santa Still Come Tonight?

Christmas Eve had been a success. Now, all Earl had to do was lie down and wait until the morning. Santa would do the rest to make this Christmas the most magical for his four—possibly five, if Bendy was okay with it, children.

The teacup laid still, listening to the soft breathing of his beloved wife. His eyes had just gotten heavy enough to where he could close them and drift off to sleep, when suddenly, his gut kicked him awake.

He got this feeling often, and majority of the time, it was because of his kids. The house was quiet, the kids had enough excitement opening Christmas Eve presents(which were just a new pair of pajamas, but the thrill of opening a gift was enough to hold them over for the night). Even the pets were quiet. Everything should be okay…but with his kids? You never know.

Sighing softly, Earl carefully rolled out of bed, carefully not to stir his sleeping wife. He shivered when his feet touched the ground, so he threw on his slippers, his robe, and made sure his sleeping beauty was nice and covered. She stirred softly before her eyes fluttered open.

“Earl…?”

“Shh…” Earl kissed her forehead, earning a soft, but tired smile from Coco, “I’m just going to check on the kids.”

“Mm,” Coco mumbled. She sat up, but Earl laid her back down. “I’ll check on them darling. You just stay here, alright?”

She was reluctant, but she gave in and nodded, cozying up under the covers. Earl smiled softly before planting another kiss to her forehead. Oh, how he loved her.

After successfully keeping Coco in bed, Earl tiptoed out of their room and softly closed the door. Now, to check on the others. He stopped by the girls’ room first and quietly opened the door. Chalice and Porca refused to get bunk beds, and the Greys agreed the girls could use their own bed because they KNEW one would fight over who got top bunk,and the other would argue about getting bottom. So, separate beds on separate sides of their shared room was the best possible outcome.

His eyes landed on Chalice first. She was fast asleep, wrapped tightly in her covers with her arms around a little blanket—the blue baby blanket she SWORE she didn’t need to sleep with. The teacup smiled. His little girl wasn’t growing up too fast after all.

He brought his gaze over to the pink chalice on the other side of the room; Porca. Like Chalice, the little chalice was wrapped up in her covers, cuddling up with Minni, the small, hairball dog Coco loved dearly.

Alright, both girls were asleep and safe. Earl slowly closed the door and headed to the boys’ room next.

Mugman had switched to the bottom bunk tonight. The boys tended to do that a lot. As long as they didn’t argue, Earl didn’t care. His youngest was fast asleep like his girls, Pup, the giant husky that was unaware he was a giant husky, laid curled up at the foot of the bed. Earl looked up at the top bunk…and sure enough, the blankets were pushed to the side. Cuphead was loose.

He looked over at the bed across from the room; Bendy. The little demon boy the Greys had recently taken in. At least he was asleep. The boy was the first one out. He didn’t talk much, especially about where he was from, but by the looks of it, Earl had to guess this was the boy’s first Christmas Eve.

Well, 4/5 kids were in bed. Earl closed the boys’ bedroom door and headed down the hall. He could only guess where Cuphead was; possibly staring at the presents(that were totally drawn in the panel shhhh theres presents) from mum, dad, auntie Chai and Elder Kettle. Grandma Grey would bring her gifts in the morning.

The floorboards creaked softly underneath his feet. Earl almost shushed them, afraid that they would wake the sleeping Kettle at the end of the hallway. All he needed was for Elder Kettle to be woken up.

He made it to the stairs and held his breath. Each step was taken delicately and lightly.

The living room was glowing with soft light. A gentle mixture of the fire coming from the fireplace, and the Christmas ig hits stringed around the tree and the stair railing. The house smelt of fresh pine and gingerbread, and when he looked over the railing, sure enough, there was his boy, sitting right in front of the tree.

But unlike any other year, Cuphead wasn’t shaking gift boxes or trying to see which ones were labeled for him. Instead, the boy just sat there. Lost in his own thoughts. Earl stood there for a moment before reaching the bottom of the stairs. The only sound the house made was the soft cracking from the fire.

Earl crept over to Cuphead and stood next to the little teacup, waiting for the boy to acknowledge him. He didn’t even flinch. Ah, something was up. Earl crouched down.

“You know, Santa only comes when all the children in the house are asleep, half-pint,” he said, which finally grabbed the cup’s attention. The boy looked up at his father before scooting over so Earl could sit next to him. Cuphead shrugged and looked down.

“Will he even come?” His voice was soft. Sad. Earl resisted the urge to scoop his boy in his arms and shield him away from the world. Instead, he kept his voice light.

“Why wouldn’t he? He comes every year, doesn’t he?”

“I guess,” Cuphead squirmed in his spot, “but…I wasn’t…” he kept his head down. Earl waited.

“I was naughty this year, dad.” Cuphead finally spoke. “I don’t got good grades in school like Mugs. I ain’t on top of my chores all the time like Porca. Even Chalice helps people out every now and then. But me?” The red cup sighed and hugged his knees to his chest. “All I’ve done is cause trouble.”

Earl listened to his son and thought about his words. He shrugged and leaned back on his hands, “Well, it’s true you do cause a bit of trouble,” he began. Cuphead looked at him, surprised. “But what kid doesn’t get into trouble every now and then?”

“I do it all the time,” Cuphead muttered. “Even when I try not to! I’m just…naughty,” his voice cracked a little. Earl could see the tears in his boy’s eyes beginning to well up. No Earl, don’t coddle him. Not yet.

“Remember when you broke Elder Kettle’s glasses trying to get into his cookies?” The older teacup asked. Cuphead kept his misty eyes on the tree and nodded. “You used your hard-earned money to buy him a new pair.”

“He couldn’t see without them,” Cuphead mumbled. Earl sat up and grabbed Cuphead’s shoulder.

“What about that time you ate Mugs’ Halloween candy? Didn’t you try to get it back?”

“Yeah,” Cuphead sniffled, laughing softly, “Ms. Baroness wasn’t too happy about me stealin’ from her garden…”

“She was not.” Earl shuddered at the fresh memory of the Baroness from just a few months ago. The lady was already creepy when she WASN’T mad. Focus Earl. “Point is, you might have done naughty things, but you made up for them.” Cuphead finally looked up at Earl. “Nobody’s perfect. Santa knows that. And if he doesn’t, your mother and I do. And we’re very, very proud of you.”

The boy’s eyes finally leaked with tears. Earl pulled him into a hug. Cuphead held onto his dad, burying his face in his robe. Cuphead looked for the good in everyone else, even his older sister Chalice. Somebody needed to show the boy the good in him.

The father and son sat there for a while, swapping little stories and jokes, until Cuphead’s eyes grew heavy. The little teacup rubbed his eyes and yawned. Earl smiled and stood up, lifting Cup into his arms. Normally, Cuphead would argue that he wasn’t a baby and that he could walk on his own, but tonight, the teacup held onto his father, his face buried in his shoulder.

“Dad?” Cuphead asked as Earl carried him up the stairs. The older teacup hummed. “So…do you think I’m on the nice list?”

“I know you’re on the nice list,” Earl replied. “Now, enough worrying. You’ll be too tired to open gifts in the morning.”

Cuphead grinned. Both teacups knew the young one would have no problem tearing into presents in the morning. Earl carried him into his room and quietly helped Cuphead into bed. Cuphead got under the covers and rested his head on his pillow.

Earl patted Cuphead’s head, “Sweet dreams, half-pint.”

“Goodnight dad.”

And then this happened literally five minutes after probably idk I like to mix the show, game, books and comics together.

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Fuuuuuucj I hate backgrounds

Cuppy had a bad dream. Luckily, mom was still up