#quest goofy

[infernothechaosgod]

"The first attack's arent that bad they just get worse overtime"

Goofy's ink illness:

[kassifox]

ART DUMP🔥🔥🔥

I greatly overestimated how much new art I had, this is disappointing

[myth-mouse]

Fathers Day!

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The sun was shining brightly in the sky, and the warmth of the day was tempered only by the soft breeze that swept through the grassy meadow near the edge of New-Ink City. It was the perfect day for a picnic, and Oswald, Felix, and the bunny kids had decided to make the most of it. The air was filled with the scent of fresh grass, the earthy tang of the surrounding woods, and the occasional, cheerful laughter of the children.

Felix laid out a checkered blanket, his hands moving with practiced ease. "Alright, kids, here's our spot! Now, who wants to eat first?" He grinned as the little ones scrambled to claim their places.

Oswald, ever the more thoughtful one, was leaning against a nearby tree, keeping a watchful eye on the young ones while smiling at the sight. "It’s good to get away from all the chaos once in a while," he said quietly to Felix. "They’re all happy today, and that’s what matters most."

Felix chuckled, shaking his head. "You’ve really taken to this whole dad thing, huh?" Oswald shrugged, a soft smile gracing his face. "Never thought I would, but it’s grown on me. It’s been... nice."

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Meanwhile, on the other side of the city, Goofy and Max were spending their own peaceful day on the water, the rhythmic sound of fishing lines being cast and retracted, filling the air. They sat in a small boat, drifting lazily on the water as the older dog expertly handled his rod.

"Ya know, Max, I’ve been thinking about what I wanna do for ya this Father’s Day," Goofy said, his usual cheerful tone tempered with a rare hint of contemplation "You’ve grown so much, and I’m proud of the young man you’re becoming."

Max, who had been looking out at the horizon, smiled faintly. "Thanks, Dad. I think it’s more about just spending time with you. That’s what matters to me."

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Back in New-Ink City, Cuphead and Mugman were far from relaxing by the water. Mugman was dragging his brother through the city streets, his arms crossed tightly as they headed toward their destination: the cold, imposing fortress of Blackhat Industries.

"I’m telling ya, Cup, I can feel it today... today's the day," Mugman said, his voice filled with determination. Cuphead didn’t seem so sure. "I don’t know, Mug. You know how Blackhat is... he’s not exactly the type for Father’s Day stuff."

Mugman shook his head, refusing to back down. "We won’t know until we ask! We’ve been through a lot together, and maybe today, he’ll give us a little something back." He wasn’t about to give up on the idea that this Father’s Day could be different.

When they reached Blackhat’s building, Cuphead hesitated but followed his brother up the steps. The imposing doors swung open with a sharp hiss, and they were met with Blackhat’s familiar sneer.

"What do you two want? I’ve got more important things to do than entertain you this... Father’s Day nonsense." Cuphead opened his mouth to respond, but Mugman cut him off. "We just wanted to spend the day with you and Dr. Flug. You know, like... a family."

Blackhat’s eyes narrowed. He didn’t care for such sentimentality. "If you two wanted anything from me, you should have known by now not to expect anything from me on a day like this, besides Dr. Flug is busy with his experiments. find your someone else's approval elsewhere."

The words stung, but Cuphead and Mugman both stood their ground, knowing they wouldn’t get anything from Blackhat today. "Come on, Cup," Mugman said softly, his expression heavy as they turned to leave. "Let’s head back."

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As they walked to the circus crew’s home, the atmosphere between the two brothers was quiet, their thoughts weighing on them. When they arrived, Oswald, Mickey, and the rest of the crew were enjoying their time in the cozy, worn-down circus home. There was an undeniable warmth to it all an easy camaraderie.

Mickey noticed the two brothers arrive first. He offered a warm smile, though there was something in his eyes that told of quiet concern. "You two look a little down. Want to join us?" he asked, motioning to the table piled with snacks, drinks, and plenty of food.

Cuphead and Mugman didn’t speak immediately, but their expressions said it all. They didn’t want to bring down the mood, but the weight of their failed attempts at reconciliation with their fathers hung heavily on them.

They took their seats at the table, with Oswald, Felix, and the kids chattering happily in the background. Minnie was cleaning up the mess on the side, humming softly as she worked. After a long pause, Cuphead cleared his throat. "You know, we went to see Blackhat... and Dr. Flug... again," he said, his voice filled with a mixture of frustration and sadness.

Mugman nodded beside him. "He turned us away, just like always. Never even considered giving us a chance to talk, to do something... just... nothing." Oswald, who had been quiet until now, looked over at the brothers, his gaze softening. "Sometimes, not having a dad can feel like a hole that never fills," he murmured, glancing at Felix before looking back at Cuphead and Mugman. "I didn’t have much of one either. I was lucky to have Felix here, though... he stepped in when I needed him most."

Mickey, who had been quiet, finally spoke up, his voice gentle. "It’s not always easy, I know. My own dad... Walt, I didn’t really grow up with him either. But I had someone who cared, someone who showed me the ropes." He placed a hand on Mark’s shoulder, the two of them sharing a silent understanding.

Mark, who had been silently listening, finally broke the silence. "I didn’t really have a dad. I never knew what that was like. So I guess I understand where you both are coming from."

Minnie, who had been listening quietly, placed her hand over her mouth in thought. "I’ve thought about confronting Dr. Flug and Blackhat, about what they could be. But, Mickey’s right. Sometimes it’s not about trying to force someone into a role they never wanted."

Oswald sighed, his thoughts heavy. "Walt... he was the one who raised me or Mickey. But even then, he wasn’t around much. Never truly there, if anything, I guess i took over for being a dad to Mickey when we we're kids." He shook his head, a mixture of regret and acceptance in his voice. "The world had other ideas for him, like choosing business instead of your own kids..."

Felix wrapped an arm around Oswald’s shoulder in silent support, nodding in agreement. "We all have our stories. They’re not easy to carry, but we don’t have to carry them alone." Mugman wiped his eyes, blinking away the tears he hadn’t realized had been gathering. "It just hurts, you know? To want that approval, to crave it and never get it."

Cuphead let out a shaky breath, his voice thick. "Yeah. It makes me feel like... we weren’t worth it, like we weren’t even considered. Like we never mattered." Mark, sitting closer now, reached over and placed a hand on both Cuphead and Mugman’s shoulders. "You are worth it. Don’t let anyone, especially your dads, make you think any less. They missed out, but you two are important, I mean, look around... you have friends that care about you two. You guys matter to us."

Mickey nodded in agreement, his voice soft but strong. "You guys have us now. And we’ll always be here for you." Cuphead looked at the group, his chest tight, but for the first time in a long time, he felt something he hadn’t in a while: hope. He smiled weakly, looking at Mugman before letting out a shaky chuckle. "Thanks... everyone," he said quietly.

Oswald leaned back in his chair, his eyes distant. "Father’s Day isn’t just about fathers... it’s about who you have around you. And I’m lucky to have all of you here." Felix, sitting beside him, gave his usual grin. "And we’re lucky to have you, Oswald." Minnie smiled as she joined them at the table. "And we’re lucky to have you, too."

As the conversation drifted into lighter territory, the air was filled with the comforting sounds of their laughter, the crackling of a small fire nearby, and the joy of being together. For Cuphead, Mugman, and everyone gathered around the table, it wasn’t the kind of Father’s Day they had envisioned but it was a day filled with love, understanding, and the kind of family they had chosen for themselves.

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Happy Father's Day to all you people! :)