I Shouldn't- I Rly Shouldn't, He'd Let Me Die Then Eat My Corpse. But I Shall

resetting gacha is so scary for no reason like- what-

correct, ty. anyways i need you to make corpse bride into a cuphead au now, preferably with me included

Jack's Obsession from The Nightmare Before Christmas but "Christmas" is instead "Immortality"

boom, it's CC!Mugman's theme song. You can't convince me this isn't true.

okay now someone make an animatic w this song for cc!mugman /hj

made a new au'ish thing bc i was bored, might do something with him. anyways, Calixian Evil. mayhaps will lore about him if asked

mugs does nottt, somehow in the making, i swapped the cc canon of mugs being bi and cups being aro. my mugs is heavy aroace, not quite repulsed, but would no way feel anything romantic/sexual to anyone. MEANWHILE CUPS WILL DATE ANY PERSON WHO DRESSES NICE-/j. my cups had the biggest crush on dice, and then dated bendy- meanwhile evil went and ended up marrying bill- these boys have a type, thats for sure. bendy's dead. just so dead- (it's evils fault, not cups, but cups doesn't know that shhhhhhh) and yes, trauma is my favorite flavor.

*clears throat* so my cups has thalassophobia and acrophobia. their bodies are rly damn dense, bc they're well, cups- so they don't even have a fighting chance at swimming. mugs isn't scared of it, but cups is, very damn badly. in my hc/au, he ends up actually sitting the cala maria fight out, purely bc the idea of getting in a plane over the ocean caused him to panic so hard mugs couldn't even get him into the plane. he struggled with the other plane fights, but managed to get through them somewhat okayish. additionally, my main.au cups also has claustrophobia, bc i did ✨lore ✨ in the other au's the thalassophobia and acrophobia stay pretty consistent though. now evil, he has wings, and flies on his own pretty well, so it'd be fair to assume the fear mostly comes from planes, or just not being in total full control of the heights. also my cups also once had wings, bc ofc, lore. it didn't go well for him, and he also isn't allowed in heaven anymore for the same reason :3 cups is a lil menace in my world. and if this wasn't enough, i was thinking about my bendystraw again, and so you can have this for some emotion. this fits them well https://youtu.be/kihqP4GRxvQ?si=NlYHJ7z5EZXthaST

kind of ironic honestly but IDK LMAO does mugman have a vrush on cala in ur au?

yes 💥💥💥 LORE !!!!

we love traaumatizing them dont we

oh god i yap about my au so much someone thought cuphead was actually a 50 year old grumpy man the size of a toddler, help 😭

my mugs. draw. go. >:3 /nf /np

here, have doodle. plus a mini evil

i love my bad end au because it easily contains this feral not-quite-cuphead being with tattered wings and a bad angsty teen attitude, hunching over a bag of *something* at 6am with a blood red sun rising in the background, in a dark, humid desolate wasteland while he cries about a dead ex. meanwhile his demi-god husband stares at him questioning why he married this fucking manchild

someone pls help i'm so bored

'kayyyy, les'say i read thi' outloud. fer normal reasons. would anyone wanna hear the outloud version orrrr-?

Water

He's home.

He stands in front of that little cottage on the beach fronted woods, listening to the waves crash against the rocks.

He walks.

He walks up the hill behind the house, slightly to the left. Theres a cliff there, his cliff. He goes there from time to time, to stare at the city miles away, on a different coast. As he walks, his hooves make soft sounds in the damp grass. Dew. Huh. Must be morning.

He loves his cliff. Loves imagining what wonders lie across the vast waters. He does not love water. He had never been able to understand swimming. He wasn't human, he likely couldn't even swim at all. He couldn't swim.

Sometimes he'd go to the gravely beach, make little towers of rocks and driftwood. He would wander into the water, but never too deep. He couldn't swim.

He reached the cliff top. He'd never strayed too close to the edge though, he knew the water was deep where the cliff ended. He didn't care for water. He couldn't swim.

He kept walking. He should stop now, the edge is close.

But he doesn't.

The soft thuds of his hooves feel loud in the cold, silent air.

And now the cliff is gone. He's falling. He likes falling, but this is wrong. He should be in control, but he's not. His wings should have caught him already. They've not, refusing to unfold from his back, as if restrained by cold, invisible hands, taunting him as he fell.

The boy hit the water, cold rushing all around him as the liquid abyss drags him deep below the surface. It burns, the heat of the monsters skin instantly boiling the water as it touches him, screams ripping from his unnatural throat. Fluid rushes into his lungs, searing the inside of his scarred flesh. He tastes his own blood, more rich than a humans. It would have been smooth, if the demonic side of him didn't taint it with darkness. Not that it matters now.

He sinks, deeper and deeper, pain and terror causing his body to lock up, as the morning sun above him seems to grow dark, flicker, and go out. The only sound he hears now is the sound of the water, almost tauntingly calm as it drags him deeper, limbs still as he sinks further into the water, feeling colder than ice as his bodies scorching innards cool. His eyes never close, all sight having already been boiled away, leaving half filled sockets. His lungs try to push the water from them, but it's no use.

Finally his wings extend, far too late to save him now, only slowing his decent into the cold, liquid madness that is the Sea and its torturous grasp.

viwl/muwgman angst

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