Feb 21
some cuphead doodles from a while ago that my bestie wanted me to post HEHEEHEHEHEH
ik the colors are wrong on one of them but i was at work when i drew it HELP
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some cuphead doodles from a while ago that my bestie wanted me to post HEHEEHEHEHEH
ik the colors are wrong on one of them but i was at work when i drew it HELP
For Mug: What kind of things do you like?
For Cup: I tried to contain myself but I couldn't anymore 😭 /Gentle tickles on his tummy because he's too cute
Oh, and Cuphead:
Can we get tickle headcannons for the cup bros?
YES! Always!!!
CUPHEAD:
Super ticklish but will never admit it
A total switch (he says he’s a ler but he’s not)
His lee moods
HIS LEE MOODS
Are the worst
He physically cannot ask for it or even mention the t-word when he’s in a lee mood
He’ll be snarky and annoying and purposefully lay down on the couch, hands behind his head, full body exposed JUST for the slim chance of a tickle attack
And if he doesn’t get it, he’ll just do his best to keep driving you crazy
(He might even initiate a tickle attack but he’ll stop super early and leave himself exposed ahskajdjsk but that’s a LAST RESORT)
As a ler? He’s MEAN
Being a sLIGHTLY older brother, he’s got natural tickle skills and he’s NOT AFRAID TO USE THEM ahdkajsksjjs
TEASING
HE TEASES SO MUCH
He can dish it out really well (but like I said above, he can’t take it)
Worst spots are his armpits and feet
(His knees are bad too)
(When he was canonically tickled on his sides in episode 6, he was super giggly and it was absolutely ADORABLE but he was also just nOT EXPECTING IT AT ALL ahdkajsjaksj)
(Imagine literally being tickled by a GHOST that you can’t see)
MUGMAN:
Ticklish as hECK
Cuphead teases him about it CONSTANTLY
(Cuphead also constantly tickles Mugman to get him to “lighten up” and blah blah blah)
And he loves it
It’s pretty obvious how much he loves it ahdkahdjaksj
He’s the type who’s too ticklish to hold back his laughter but he’ll try aNYWAY and it’s the cutest thing ok
Lee moods are common, but he usually gets his fix sooner or later
(He’ll ask for it if he gets desperate enough)
BLUSHING
Mugman blushes every time he hears the word
But he isn’t afraid to turn the tables every now and then ;)
Will sometimes launch a tickle attack on Cuphead for revenge
Knows all of Cuphead’s spots and is strategic with them
Loves to build up anticipation!!!!
Worst spots are everywhere but lbr his HANDLE ahdkajsjaksj
(Cuphead barely tickled it at all and Mugman was rOLLING ON THE FLOOR LAUGHING)
Mugman’s tummy is just as bad!
(As well as his knees)
But he’s honestly ticklish everywhere so what can ya do?
7 with the cupbros :3c
YES GOOD EXCELLENT :D sorry this took a little while but I hope you like <3
Alpha Twin
“I win again!” Cuphead exclaimed in triumph as he pinned his and Mugman’s clasped hands to the floor for the third time in a row. “Another victory for Inkwell’s arm-wrestling champion!”
“Okay, okay…” Mugman sighed, rubbing his arm and rolling his eyes a little as his brother bowed and preened before an imaginary crowd. Their wrestling matches were fun, but Cuphead sure did let winning go to his head sometimes. “Remember, Elder Kettle said nobody likes a bad winner.”
“More like a sore loser.” Cuphead smirked, before slinging his arm around Mugman’s neck and pulling him in for a noogie. “C’mon, Mugsy, don’t be like that! It’s not easy being the older, wiser, tougher brother, y’know…”
“Ten minutes older!”
“Still counts!” Cuphead let him go, planting his hands on his hips. “Alright, fine – one last rematch! To settle once and for all who is the true alpha twin!”
He raised his fists, flexing and posing like Ribby and Croaks always did before a fight. Mugman couldn’t help but snicker at the tough-guy act – they were practically the same size, but Cuphead was scrappier and more stubborn so it was usually just easier to give in whenever they argued. Right now, though, he was kinda asking to be knocked down a peg or two.
“You’re on!”
“This match will get red hot!” Cuphead declared in his best announcer’s voice. “You ready? Three, two…”
“Go!”
Cuphead launched himself at Mugman and wrestled him to the ground almost immediately; he tried to fight back and they pushed and shoved at each other, both starting to laugh as they rolled across the floor, back and forth. Mugman was trying to avoid clanking heads, cautious not to tip over from roughhousing to actually hurting his brother, which was probably how he ended up pinned with one arm twisted behind his back.
“See?” Cuphead taunted as he squirmed and bucked, struggling to free himself. “Might as well give up now, I’m just the better fighter…!”
He let out a sudden yelp as Mugman’s free hand managed to grab his side, fingers digging in and making Cuphead jerk and swat at his hand. “Nohoho fair - that’s cheating!”
“Gee, it is?” Mugman asked, innocent tone at odds with his mischievous grin as he realised an opportunity to turn the tables. He kept squeezing Cuphead’s side until he was giggling too much to hold him down, giving him the opportunity to wriggle free as his brother fought to defend himself. “You never said that - is my big, tough, older brother gonna be taken down by a couple tickles?”
“L-lihihihike you can tahahalk!” Cuphead protested through cackles, defiant even as Mugman twisted around to reverse their positions, sitting on his legs and scrabbling under his shirt to get at his soft, vulnerable belly. “You’re way more ticklish than meheheheeee nonono Mugs not there!”
Mugman found himself laughing too as he lifted Cuphead’s leg with one hand and scribbled behind his knee with the other – he was right, he was usually the one getting tickled to pieces, but a little overdue revenge sure was sweet. “Sooo, you give up?”
“Nehehehever!”
“Okay, if that’s how you wanna play it…”
He was probably gonna get kicked in the face soon anyway, so Mugman let go of his brother’s flailing leg - only to grab his shoulders and blow into his straw, causing his head to fill with bubbles and Cuphead to collapse into hysterics. Their secret weapon, known only to the two of them and Elder Kettle – it could be dangerous if anyone else found out that felt like tickly raspberries all over their whole body, or that it made Cuphead laugh so hard his face turned as red as his nose, pounding both feet and his fists desperately against the floor until Mugman figured he’d be begging for mercy, if he could form the words.
He let up and Cuphead slid to the floor in a limp, giggly puddle, lying there for a few moments recovering his breath until Mugman offered a hand to help him up.
“Sorry, Cuppy - did I go too far?” he asked, a little guilty but relieved when his brother sat up and shook his head, wiping tears of mirth from his eyes. He couldn’t erase the lingering blush so easily, though, and Mugman couldn’t resist adding with a giggle: “What was that you were saying about the alpha twin again?”
“Alpha twin this!”
Mugman let out a startled squeal as Cuphead grabbed his hand and pulled him down in a flash, fingers attacking his sides without mercy as the room filled with peals of bubbly laughter again.
Secretly, though, this fight he didn’t really mind losing so much.
Did cuphead already managed to get their ler flustered by how excited he looked while asking for tickles??
Mugman, have you ever tickled cuphead? And cuphead, have you ever gotten revenge?
(Bonus: I wanna see them in a tickle fight so baddddd)
M: And no, he hasn’t.
C: I WILL EVENTUALLY!!
M: …I’m too tired for this stupid shi-
GIVE US LER KING DICE!!!!!!!!!
As you wish… 😈😈 enjoy!
BRING ME THOSE CONTRACTS, PRONTO!
“Finally!” Cuphead exclaimed, grinning as he held up the soul contract of the Phantom Express. “We did it, Mugman!”
The younger was panting, breathing heavily as he nodded with a breathless smile. “Yeah… but what happens now?” His smile faded. “All the names are crossed off the list… should we really give the Devil these contracts?”
“We don’t have a choice,” Cuphead replied matter-of-factly, giving his brother a light shove. “Our time’s almost up. We have to hurry.”
Mugman, with a worried expression, followed Cuphead reluctantly. Soon enough, they reached the casino once more, but the Devil was nowhere to be seen.
Mugman’s brow furrowed slightly in confusion. “Uh… should we just leave the contracts here, or…?”
“I’ll take ‘em from here, boys.”
The brothers whirled around to see King Dice smirking down at them. Mugman gasped sharply, but Cuphead remained calm, even allowing a smile to spread across his face.
“Where’s the Devil?” he asked semi-calmly, raising an eyebrow. “We want to give them to him directly.”
Dice let out an amused chuckle. “Oh, ‘cause you don’t trust his right-hand man? C’mon, cupfaces, gimme them contracts.” He made a grab for them, but Cuphead quickly stepped back.
“No.”
Dice crossed his arms. “No?”
“No,” Cuphead repeated, staying strong although Mugman was trembling beside him. “Never!”
“Hm…” Dice tapped his chin thoughtfully, looking down at the boys. “Just as I suspected. Hi-de-ho! This’ll be fun!” He clapped his hands, then in one swift motion, scooped up both Cuphead and Mugman into his arms.
The latter shrieked, squirming in the king’s grip. “Hey! Hey! Wait a sec—“
“Too late, Mugboy.” Dice quite rudely tossed Cuphead aside and into a cage, snapping his fingers to lock it effortlessly. “Now, Cupface, you’ve made it this far with Mugboy, haven’t ya? How ya gonna cope with watchin’ him bein’ tortured, unable to do anything ‘bout it?”
Mugman’s face turned white. “T-t-tortured?”
“Let him go!” Cuphead shouted angrily, pounding on the bars.
It was no use. Dice’s cage was far too strong for Cuphead to escape. The king grinned down at Mugman, lifting up his left arm with one hand and tickling his armpit with the other.
Instantly, Mugman yelped, squirming as he tried to free himself from King Dice’s tormenting fingers. He burst into laughter right away, unable to hold it back.
“M-Mihihihister!” Mugman spluttered, trying desperately to pull his arm down with no luck. Dice was far too strong. “Stohohop ihihihihit!”
“Mm, but why?” Dice taunted, a smirk coming across his face. “Ya ain’t seein’ the boss just yet. I’m gonna have ma fun wit’ you first… aw, what a ticklish li’l mug y’are!”
Mugman was in hysterics at this point. King Dice’s hands were driving him insane, but he should’ve known it would get even worse. The Devil’s right-hand man soon moved his skillful fingers down to Mugman’s ultra-sensitive belly, causing the blue mug to shriek and kick his legs out instinctively, almost hitting Dice in the chest and only missing by a millimeter.
“DIHIHIHIHICE!” Mugman cried out, tears streaming from his face as he tried to escape without making any progress. “STAHAHAHAHAP!”
“HEY!” Cuphead finally spoke up from where he’d been trapped this whole time. “I’m the one with the contracts!”
The king turned around, his fingers slowing to a stop, causing a loud gasp of relief to sound from the blue mug. “Ya want in on this, Cupface?” He grinned, letting Mugman go and shoving him to the side. “Fine, but don’t say I didn’t warn ya!” With a snap of his fingers, the cage door swung open.
Cuphead’s eyes went wide with anxiousness for a split second before narrowing again. He didn’t want to lose his confidence — not yet. Protectively, he stepped in front of his brother, crossing his arms as he looked up at Dice. “Bring it on.” He flicked his pointer finger up at the king, causing a string of bullets to fly from it.
King Dice was taken by surprise, but he managed to dodge the shots. An annoyed scoff escaped his lips. “So that’s how you’ve been beatin’ everyone, hm? Thanks for showin’ me your magic, but there’s only room for one magician here.” With a snap of his fingers, Cuphead and Mugman’s gloves had disappeared.
Shocked, the cups stared at each other in horror before their gazes moved back up to the king, who was chuckling lightly. “What now, boys? You’re gonna have to gimme the contracts sooner or later… preferably sooner.” He scooped up Cuphead, casually beginning to tickle him all over, still acting as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening. “Or did you want me to get the boss? I’m sure he’d be tickled to see the two of you!”
Cuphead had tried to hold back his laughter, but the genuine yelp of surprise from being picked up and tickled had made that impossible. His laugh was loud and boisterous as he tried to shove the king’s hands away.
It was no use. As soon as King Dice’s fingers scribbled underneath Cuphead’s armpit, it was all over. A shriek left the red cup’s mouth as he lost his grip on the contracts, which fell to the floor.
Instantly, Dice tossed Cuphead aside, scooping up the papers with a wide grin. “See? Told ya I’d get ‘em.” He winked, backing away from the boys as he held the contracts close to his chest. “Ya put up a good fight, I’ll give ya that. Oh!” With another snap of his fingers, he pulled the two pairs of gloves out of his pockets. “Here ya go. Don’t tell the boss.” He chuckled, then turned around with a casual wave, walking away.
Cuphead, panting, immediately grabbed his gloves, putting them on as quickly as he could. But it was too late — Dice was gone. A groan left his mouth.
“This is all my fault…”
“Yeah! It always has been!” Mugman agreed instantly, crossing his arms. For a moment, he looked annoyed, but ended up simply sighing again. “But we’ll figure it out. We always do.”
TO BE CONTINUED…?
Naughty or Nice?
word count: 940
A/N: eeeee my first Cuphead Show fic!!! This’ll probably be the last fic I post before the new year but we’ll have to see :) Merry Christmas Eve to those who celebrate, and Happy Holidays to you all!! ❤️🎄🎁
Cuphead gasped as he abruptly sat upright in his bed. He shifted to the edge of his bed to reach up and rapidly tap at the bed above him.
“Mugman. Mugman! Wake up!” Cuphead loudly whispered, hearing his younger brother groan in exhaustion. He then hopped out of his bed to climb up the ladder, gently pushing at Mugman’s back. Again, his brother groaned as he pulled the covers over his head to completely cover his body. “Cmon, Mugsy! Remember what day it is?” Cuphead questioned. Suddenly, a gasp erupted from the covers, Mugman springing out of them.
“Oh boy, Christmas!!” He exclaimed, a huge amount of energy suddenly surging through him. The younger mug leapt from his bed and slid down the ladder of the bunk bed, Cuphead jumping out the way just in time before Mugman could crash into him. The two rushed to their closets, grabbing their outfits for the day. As they were hurrying to slip into their Christmas jumpers, their Elder Kettle had called from downstairs.
“Oh, boys! You two ready to come down?”
“Just coming, dearest Kettle!” They sweetly answered simultaneously.
“I can’t wait to see what Santa’s gotten us this year!” Cuphead wondered aloud, ecstatically going for the door handle.
“Yeah!” Mugman replied. However, his lips curled into a smirk. “That is, if you did get anything.” The oldest cup turned to face his brother, visibly confused.
“Huh?”
“You know, Cuphead. I wouldn’t be surprised if you were on the…” Mugman paused for dramatic effect. “Naughty list.”
…
“Eh. I ain’t too worried about it.” Cuphead shrugged. “There’s always somethin’ under the tree. Anyway, I wouldn’t be surprised if you were on it.” The younger mug gasped in response.
“Wh- What d’you mean??” Mugman asked.
“Well, didn’t you harass that ice cream guy?” Cuphead mentioned.
“He didn’t feel anything! He was fine!” Mugman protested. “What about when you kept launching fireworks?? That’s practically naughty list material!”
“Is not!”
“Is too!”
“Is not!!”
“Is too!!”
The two brothers growled at each other before launching towards one another, starting an almighty brawl. Blows landed as they bounced off the walls, their closet, and their beds. Suddenly, they halted midair as Mugman shouted “HOLD IT!” The two fell to the floor with a thud, their heads spinning as they sat upright, groaning. “Say Cuphead, I don’t think we should be fightin’ if we don’t wanna be on the naughty list.” Mugman stated dizzily.
“Yeah, good point.” The older brother thought aloud.
“You got a more innocent way to settle this?” Mugman questioned. The cup pondered choices for a moment, before his eyes widened. He slowly turned to face his younger brother, his lips curled into a cheesy but evil grin. It was then Mugman’s turn for his eyes to widen. He knew that look.
Better than Chalice.
Better than Elder Kettle.
Better than anyone.
He began scooching backwards, tittering anxiously. “Wahahait, Cuphead. What’re you doihihing??” Cuphead creeper closer to his brother, wiggling his fingers menacingly.
“Ohhh I think you know what, pal!~” He sang. All of a sudden, he pounced at Mugman and knocked him over, pinning him to the floor on his back. He didn’t waste any time before squeezing and kneading at Mugman’s sides, eliciting a high-pitched yelp.
“cuhUHupHEHehehEAd!” He giggled. It wasn’t long before his laughter began to pick up pace as Cuphead easily slipped his hands through Mugman’s sweater to have better access to his torso. “cUHut ihIHiT OHohOUt!!”
“Only once you admit you’re on the naughty list!” Cuphead declared, now scribbling at his brother’s stomach, eliciting a squeal. “Tickle tickle, Mugsy!~”
“NOHOT FAHAHAHAHAIR!!” Mugman protested, kicking his legs. He could barely handle being tickled on his stomach. Cuphead slipped his hands out his brother’s sweater to let him breathe a little bit.
“You wanted somethin’ innocent! This is perfectly fair.” Cuphead argued. “Anyway, I thought you liked it.” He muttered, quiet enough for Mugman not to hear.
“Wehell…” Mugman giggled residually as he pushed himself up. “If it is fair, I should get a turn!” He announced, now tackling Cuphead over. The mug immediately shoved his hands into the cups armpits, wiggling his fingers into them. Cuphead full-on shrieked, kicking and flailing around on the floor.
“WAHAHAIT MUGSYHYHY!! NAHAHAT THEHEHERE!!!” Cuphead squealed, gluing his arms to his sides.
“Coochie coo, Cuphead.~” Mugman sang. The older cup continued to cackle as he pushed at his brother’s face. He then blocked Mugmans vision with his palm, allowing him to use a free hand to flutter his fingers over the mug’s handle. Mugman squealed once more, releasing Cuphead and falling to the floor. The cup wasted no time and scooped up his brother, sneaking his head under his sweater to blow a strong raspberry upon Mugman’s belly. The poor mug screeched as he laughed hysterically and thrashed in his brothers arms.
“OKAHAHAY OKAHAHAY YOU WIHIHIHIN!!!” Mugman shrieked, his porcelain cheeks dusted pink. Cuphead grinned evilly and lifted his head out of his brothers sweater. Mugman wiggled out of Cuphead’s arms, landing on the floor as he curled up, heavily giggling residually. “Yohou’re on the nihihice list, okahay..?” Mugman huffed.
“Huh? What was that?” Cuphead asked, cupping his non-existent ear with his hand.
“You’re ohon the nice lihihist!” Mug man repeated, rolling his eyes.
“What’s goin’ on up there? You boys better not be fighting on Christmas!”
The two brother’s eyes widened. They completely forgot Kettle was waiting for them.
“Just coming, Elder Kettle!” Cuphead called, dashing out the door, Mugman hurrying behind with what energy he had left.
Luckily, neither of them received coal or oranges in their stockings. Just gifts, along with plenty of festive cheer.