#trouble in inkwell isles

[popfizzles]

Does anyone else have a bad ending or is it just the Sins?

Well if you're asking if others have "soulless forms", it's just the sins. <:) But the dynamics it creates between the sins and their old friends/family sends ripples through everyone else's stories, creating "bad endings" for them too.

Here's a few that I've been rotating in my head these past few days;

Mac and Greed. Mac listens to Greed talk, and it makes him realize he deserves a whole lot more in life, after everything he's been through. The trouble is, Mac doesn't really know when to stop taking, and it lands him in some hot water.

Mojito and Envy. Mojito choked down so many hurt feelings regarding Red Solo for so long. Jax didn't deserve him like he did. Envy convinces Mojito to just take what should have been his in the first place, no matter the consequences.

Smith and Sloth. Smith works his ass off all week and never let's himself put his guard down. Sloth gets him to slow down for once. It's nice at first. But Smith ultimately starts napping through his life falling apart without him there to hold everything up.

Elder Kettle, Greed, and Envy. The Devil wants his two best repossession men to go all the way to Isle One and "do a welfare check on an old friend of his". The old man in the empty house insists that he owes nothing, and that the two should leave before things get complicated. But Greed and Envy know better. Everyone on Inkwell owes some kind of debt.

Yarrow and Sloth. King Dice's personal tailor provides costuming and uniforms for all the casino workers, including the sins. But for some reason, he seems to take longer during Sloth's fittings, and dote on her with a sad look on his features. Sloth doesn't mind. The man seems kind of like a workaholic, anyway.

[gemwing1988]

Happy 3rd Anniversary The Cuphead Show! 🎉🎊🥳🎂

🎶Come with me to the Inkwell Isles… It’s just off the coast (maybe just twenty-nine miles)

Where there’s good and and there’s in between… With Cuphead and Mugman, you’ll see what I mean🎶

*BOOM!!*

🎶Ice cream and rockets, trouble never ends Watch these ding-dongs as they make new friends (Zig- zag, zig-zag!)

They’ll need some help to stay on track Oh no, there’s THAT guy! You better watch your back!

So if you’re looking for fun

Cuphead & Mugman: 🎶 Yes, we’re lookin’ for fun! 🎶 😁😄

With a dash of heebie-jeebies!

Cuphead & Mugman: 🎶We’ve got the heebie-jeebies! 🎶😰😰

Then pack up your bags and let’s go!

Welcome to the Cuphead Show! Welcome to the Cuphead shooow!🎶

The Devil: I’ll get that Cup! 👿

Henchman: Head!

The Devil: Thank you, Henchman. 😒

[fangirls-fanfiction]

Valentines’ Day story!!

I know that I usually post on my Wattpad account but it’s not working for some reason, it won’t let me write more than a few lines before it just says ‘no, you can’t scroll anymore’. I’m going to try to fix it until then I might post my fics to AO3 as well as on here.

Update: My Wattpad is working again! Of course as soon as I get the story done lol. I’ll try to post it there before Valentines’ Day but no promises

Valentines’ Day

Luci doesn’t doesn’t enjoy Valentines’ Day in the slightest, but when she’s caught in a loop of repeating the same day over and over again she has to do everything in her power to get out of it. Maybe even admit her feelings for someone 😉

It’s kinda inspired by that movie ‘Groundhog Day’, I’m not a big fan of that movie but I like the concept of someone being in a loop until they change for the better

Enjoy! ^^

Story Below Undercut:

"What a disgusting month." The Devil muttered to herself as she went through town.

It was that stupid month again. February. Not just any day of the damned month but February 14th; better known as Valentines’ Day. It was the stupidest day of the year in Lucifer’s honest opinion. It was quite impossible to cause any trouble and chaos with everyone spreading their gooey, disgusting feelings everywhere.

Not to mention it was a constant reminder of something that she would never have.

“It ain’t that bad, Boss, I like Valentines’ Day… I think it’s sweet.” Henchwoman chimed in.

“Cookies from a bakery are sweet,” The Devil glanced at a couple across the road from where they were, grimacing at them holding hands. “Candy is sweet,” She redirected her attention, only to see another couple, this time a man giving his wife a bouquet of flowers. “This holiday is not sweet.”

“C’mon, Boss, you just gotta get in the spirit of things! I know you’re the embodiment of hate and evil, but dontcha wanna celebrate Valentines’ Day? Even just for fun?”

“Even if I wanted to, I can’t I— “ Old Scratch stopped short, seeing another couple kiss.

“You can’t what?”

“I…”

She did wonder what it was like. What those feelings felt like to make people get all giddy and smile like absolute lunatics. How it felt to hold someone close and never let go. How it felt to get gifts and cards and just to be around someone who might just love her for her.

But she knew better. It was never something she was supposed to have.

“I just can’t… Come along, Henchwoman, I’ve had quite enough of this for one day.” The Demon Queen summoned the Hellevator. “At the very least there won’t be anyone celebrating this stupid holiday down in Hell.”

“Except for Asmodeus’ party.”

“Oh right… Of course… Little Miss You-Don’t-Tell-Me-What-To-Do. If she asks, the invitation got lost in the mail.”

The door clanked shut, the Hellevator disappearing down into the Underworld.

Arriving back in Hell, the Devil slumped to her throne, collapsing into it. Sighing deeply, she leaned her trident against the wall and rested head in her hand. At least the day was almost over, then she’d have the rest of the 364 days to wreak havoc on Inkwell Isle without the stupid holiday getting in the way. Not have to think about that holiday. How happy people seemed. How lonely it’s been all these years—

“Hey Boss? Could I ask you somethin?” Henchwoman asked, twiddling her thumbs.

“I suppose.”

“I know— I know ya don’t wanna talk about it but do… Do you think that I should ask someone to be my Valentine?” Henchwoman asked.

“If you’re asking if I’ll be your Valentine again like you every year, the answer is no; I’ve had quite enough of this holiday." The Devil said with a sour tone.

“Oh no, not that… I had someone else in mind… Do you think I should tell them that… That I like them.” The imp asked.

“Henchwoman, darling, I hate to break it to you, but love is a nonsensical, meaningless scam that does no good for anyone.” The Devil explained nonchalantly.

“Oh— Oh…” Henchwoman‘a head hung low. “I… I understand…”

“It’s best to just keep it to yourself.”

“Of… Of course… Ok… Alright, Boss… Thank you…”

Henchwoman’s cheery mood had immediately been wiped off her face with the conversation. Without another word, she walked past the demon’s throne, presumably to go do one of her many other tasks she had down there in the underworld.

Finally getting some peace and quiet, the Devil sighed as she closed her eyes, thinking of taking a nap right there on the throne. That is, until the Hellevator’s doors opened.

“Hello Boss!~” Queen Dice called to her in a sing-song tone.

“Great, a clown to go with my migraine.” The Devil growled.

“You know what does go good with migraines?— Well, I don’t actually know if they do, I just needed a good segway. Here!” The woman offered the demon a heart-shaped box of chocolates.

A gift? For her?

No one had ever given her a gift before, especially on Valentines’ Day. Something in her changed; her heart pounded, heat rising to her face. There was something about the fact that it was Dice— Of all people— Giving her a gift that tugged at her heart.

The Devil looked at her, the woman wearing her usual big smile. She got caught in those beautiful eyes for a moment. They left her stomach in knots. She reached for the gift before she came to her senses.

“Dice, as much as I love gifts and chocolate, I don’t do gifts on Valentines’ Day.”

“C’mon, Boss, don’t be like that, I just wanna be nice.” Queen Dice still kept on that charming smile.

“No thank you.”

“Oh but Boss— “

“Don’t you ever listen to what you’re told?” The Queen of Hell stood from her throne. “I said ‘no thank you’. So keep your garbage and your stupid feelings to yourself!”

She finished her point by slapping the chocolates out of Dice’s hands. As the box hit the ground, the candies flew everywhere. For good measure, she stepped on the box, crushing whatever was left of it.

It should’ve felt satisfying. She wanted nothing more than for the foolish holiday to be destroyed with nothing left of it. Yet as she stood there, staring at what she’d done, she only felt bad. Not even the good kind of bad either. The guilty kind.

Looking back up at Dice, her face softened slightly at the look on her face. She looked hurt, devastated even. Her eyebrows creased as tears welled up in her eyes as her lip quivered, looking like she was making every effort not to cry.

“Dice, come on, now,” Old Scratch rolled her eyes. “It’s not a big deal, it’s just a dumb box of chocolates.”

Without another word, Queen Dice took a few steps back, furrowing her eyebrows. Without a word, she whipped around, heading straight back to the Hellevator.

The woman disappeared back to the surface world, leaving the demon by herself once again. Letting out a long sigh, she shook her head, her eyes falling back on the chocolates. Under the crushed lid, she saw a piece of paper peaking out.

Tilting her head, she thought about taking it, but ultimately decided against it. Instead, she headed to her bedroom, deciding to turn in for the night.

“Thank the Hellfires this day is almost over.” She muttered to herself. “Tomorrow I’m going to start a petition to get this holiday off the calendar.”

Getting to her room, she leaned her trident against the wall as she yawned. With one snap of her fingers, she quickly changed from her signature dress to her pajamas. She basically collapsed on her bed, rolling over to a more comfortable position, she paused at the sight of a note on her nightstand. She recognized the chicken-scratch writing spelling out the word ‘Boss’ on the front as Henchwoman’s. The dear imo meant well, but she really needed to work on her handwriting. The Devil thought about reading her note before ultimately deciding against it. She rolled around the other way, yawning again as she closed her eyes, looking forward to tomorrow— Or any day that wasn’t Valentines’ Day.

💝 💝 💝

Lucifer awoke the next morning to someone knocking, the same as she had yesterday.

“Enter.” She sat up, stretching.

“Good mornin Boss!” Henchwoman pushed the breakfast cart in. “I gotta special surprise for you!”

The Devil paused; that’s exactly what Henchwoman had said the morning before.

“What’s the surprise?” She asked cautiously.

“In honor of today, I made you…” Henchwoman paused for dramatic effect before showing off the plate of breakfast to her Boss. “Heart-shaped pancakes!”

The demon’s eyes widened; they were the exact same pancakes as she’d gotten yesterday. Looking between them and her loyal companion, she more a sour expression.

“Henchwoman. I thought we were past this? It’s not Valentines’ Day anymore.”

Blinking, Henchwoman retracted her outstretched arms slightly.

“D’uhm… It definitely is, Boss.”

“No it’s not. It’s February 15th!”

“Boss… Are you feelin alright?”

“Of course I am!”

Henchwoman nodded slowly, placing the plate of pancakes on the Devil's lap. Turning back to the cart, she prepared the Queen of Hell’s tea, sitting it along with the sugar cubes on the stand next to her bed. The Devil gasped, noticing that the note Henchwoman had left the night before wasn’t there either.

What in the Nine Circles of Hell was going on?

“Everything ok, Boss?”

“Yes… Yes… I’m fine… Thank you, Henchwoman, you’re excused.”

Henchwoman nodded, doing as she was told and leaving the demon’s bedroom.

“Ok, Devil, just don’t panic… Surely… Surely this is just a bunch of coincidences…” Lucifer tried to calm herself down.

Deciding she wasn’t very hungry anymore, she sat her food aside. Changing to her signature dress she marched to her trident, teleporting to the break room. A few imps scurried away at the sight of her though she wasn’t too concerned with them. Turning to the calender, her blood ran cold— Or rather it would’ve if she had any.

The calendar still said February 14th.

“Who forgot to change the calendar?!” She thundered, ripping the front page off to reveal February 15th. Without an answer, she marched off once more.

“Looks like the Boss has finally lost it.” An imp mumbled to another demon.

Whipping around, the Devil zapped a burst of fire at him, effectively burning him to a crisp.

“Ok! Ok! Boss, it’s time to calm down…” Henchwoman took her by her shoulders, guiding her out of the room. “Why don’t we go out through town, maybe cause some chaos, let off a little steam?”

“Yes… Yes! Let’s go out in town! Then you’ll see! You’ll see that I’m not crazy!” Lucifer grabbed Henchwoman by her wrist, dragging her to the Hellevator.

❤️ ❤️ ❤️

“Boss slow down! You know I have trouble keepin up with ya when ya walk fast like that!” Henchwoman barely kept up while the Devil still dragged her through town.

Stopping short, the Demon Queen saw the same ‘Valentines’ Day Sale!’ on the flower shop. Looking around, her breathing quickened as the exact same things that had happened just the day before unfolded before her.

“Boss! Boss! You’ve gotta calm down!”

“You’re right… You’re right… I just need to… Calm down… There must be an explanation for this… Maybe… Maybe it’s a dream…? Yeah! That’s got to be it.” She turned to her loyal companion. “Right?”

“D’uhm… I don’t think it’s a dream, Boss.” Henchwoman said. “Look, Boss, I uhm… I know you don’t like Valentines’ Day and you sometimes pretend that the holiday doesn’t exist. But you’re startin to freak me out…”

There was no reasoning with Henchwoman; Lucifer was convinced that this was some type of sick, twisted nightmare. So obviously Henchwoman wouldn’t know. All she had to do was just finish the day— Or the dream in this case— And she wouldn’t have to deal with the blasted holiday for another year.

Letting out a sigh of relief, she decided that she might as well finish the day by trying to wreak havoc. Maybe she could try ideas she had yesterday but didn’t follow through with.

💕 💕 💕

The day, just like yesterday, proved to be fruitless. Valentines’ Day just wasn’t a day to cause chaos and misery, there were far too many gooey feelings in the air.

Though it was strange just how well she remembered the day before. It was almost scary how much things looked the same— From the guy with the flowers to the couple kissing.

It was almost scary. Except it wasn’t. Because it was a dream. Obviously.

It was still infuriating how this holiday kept her from causing any mischief as she loved to do.

It came to the point that just like the day before, the Devil had lost her temper with the day.

“Come along, Henchwoman, at least there won’t be anyone celebrating this dumb holiday down in Hell.” The Devil summoned the Hellevator.

“Except for Asmodeus’ party.” Henchwoman reminded her.

“Right… How could I forget?” Lucifer rolled her eyes.

“Did.. Did you want to go— “

“Tell her my invitation got lost in the mail.”

“Oh… Ok…”

The doors clanked shut, the Hellevator starting its way back down to the underworld. Finally, finally this day would be over in just a few hours. Old Scratch was practically counting down the seconds. Once the day was over, she wouldn’t have to worry about this digusting holiday for another year. She was still thinking of starting that petition to stop the holiday altogether.

Arriving in Hell, the Queen of Demons once again slumped to her throne, basically collapsing into it.

"Hey Boss? Could I ask you somethin?" Henchwoman asked, twiddling her thumbs.

"I guess."

"I know— I know ya don't wanna talk about it but do... Do you think that I should ask someone to be my Valentine?" Henchwoman asked.

"I thought we were past this, Henchwoman?" The Devil said, vividly remembering this conversation.

"I… I already told you…? ‘Bout how I wanna ask… Uhm… A certain someone to be my Valentine?" The imp asked.

"Love is still a scam that does no good for anyone." The Devil snapped.

"Oh- Oh..." Henchwoman'a head hung low. "I... I understand..."

"I said it before and I’ll say it again; it’s best to just keep it to yourself."

"Of... Of course... Ok... Alright, Boss... Thank you..."

Henchwoman walked off again, her demeanor changing completely once again. Seeing it play out in front of her again, the Devil thought for a moment that maybe she’d been too hard on Henchwoman. It was just a simple crush, what harm could it do? Though the feeling soon passed; she knew better. She was only doing a favor for Henchwoman by helping the dear girl from any kind of heartbreak she might endure. She didn’t know what she would do if Henchwoman had to go through the same thing.

The Hellevator arrived in Hell again, the Devil rolling eyes. She certainly remembered this part.

"Hello Boss!~" Queen Dice called to her in a sing-song tone.

"Hello, Dice." The Devil growled.

"You feeling a bit stressed right now? Well, ya know what helps a lot with stress? Here!" The woman offered the demon another heart-shaped box of chocolates.

The Devil growled again, getting another look into those green eyes. Once again, she felt the knots form in her stomach. Seeing the scene replay gave her a chance to see the details she hadn’t noticed the night before. Like the slightly different color of lipstick that Queen Dice had decided to use. Or the fact that she was wearing much more of her lavender perfume than she usually did. Not to mention the demon had never noticed how cute her smile was—

It was confusing to the point that it upset the Devil, turning to rage as she stood from her throne.

“Dice! I told you, I don’t like Valentine’s Day gifts!”

"C'mon, Boss, don't be like that, I just wanna be nice." Queen Dice still kept on that charming smile.

"I mean it. Dice."

"Will you at least— "

Without listening to an explanation, the Queen of Hell had done the same thing she’d done the day before, smacking the box of chocolates out of the woman’s hand.

“This is what I think of this stupid holiday and your stupid gift.” The Devil snapped at her again, stomping on the box of chocolates as she did the day before.

Looking back up at her, Dice wore the same expression as she did before; a sad, pained look on her face, her eyes already welling up in tears. The Devil hadn’t the foggiest idea why the stupid box of chocolates was so important and sure, the look on Dice’s face tugged at the demon’s heartstrings but she would never let Dice know that.

At the moment, however, she really didn’t care, she wanted this day— Dream— Nightmare— WHATEVER— To be over already.

“Boss…” Queen Dice managed to choke out, a few tears streaming down her face.

“Dice, don’t get like that.” Old Scratch crossed her arms. “It’s just a box of chocolates, it’s not the end of the world.”

Furrowing her eyebrows, Queen Dice whipped around and headed back toward the Hellevator and disappearing into the surface world.

The Devil’s gaze fell on the box of chocolates on the ground again. The same pang of guilt dropped a boulder in her stomach. She was only trying to give her a gift, even if it was Valentines’ Day. That same note from the night before peaked out of the now crushed box of chocolates. Reluctantly reaching for it, Lucifer ultimately retracted her hand. Whatever was in that note didn’t matter to her, no matter how bad she felt about treating her Number One.

Shaking the feeling away, she marched off down the corridor, eager to get to sleep and finally end this nightmare. Surely she would wake up the next morning and it would be February 15th.

💜 💜 💜

Lucifer jumped awake to some knocking yet again. The same as yesterday and the day before. She didn’t think anything of it, as Henchwoman often woke her up by knocking on the door.

“Come in.” She sat up, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes.

"Good mornin Boss!" Henchwoman pushed the breakfast cart in. "I gotta special surprise for you!"

“No…” The Demon Queen mumbled.

"In honor of today, I made you..." Henchwoman paused for dramatic effect before showing off the plate of breakfast to her Boss. "Heart-shaped pancakes!"

Screaming, the Devil smacked the pancakes out of her hand and to the ceiling, the plate somehow sticking to the rock and brimstone above.

“Awe, Boss… If ya didn’t want them ya just had to say so… I worked on those all mornin.” Henchwoman frowned.

“Listen to me, Henchwoman.” The Devil ignored her companion and took her by the shoulders, shaking her around slightly. “What is today?”

“D’uh… It’s Valentines’ Day, Boss.”

Loosening her grip on her shoulders, the Devil shook her head;

“No… nononono— It— It can’t be! Not again!”

“I know, I know, you ain’t the biggest fan of the holiday, but it’s ok. It’s just for the day, Boss.”

Letting go of her shoulders, the demon stood up straight, biting her black nails in thought. There had to be a way out of this miserable loop. She couldn’t keep going through the same day over and over again— She’d go mad! What she needed was…

Well, she needed help.

“Boss, you ok?”

“Yes, yes, I just need to go talk to Stickler about something.”

“In your pajamas?”

Realizing she hadn’t even changed, the Devil snapped her fingers and magically changed to her dress.

She walked quickly through the corridor, looking around for her annoying auditor. She couldn’t believe it had came to this, but Stickler was the only one she could think of that would know what to do or Hell, what was even happening. Finally getting to her office where the auditor was usually found, the demon knocked, waiting impatiently for her.

“One second.” Stickler’s voice called through the door.

Knocking again, very impatiently, Old Scratch mumbled rather unkind things about Stickler until the imp opened the door.

“Yes, your grace?” Stickler asked, rather unamused.

“Stickler! How is my favorite auditor?!”

“I’m your only auditor.”

“Ok, point made, but listen, I need your help.” The Devil said, Stickler’s eyebrows raising slightly. “I… I know I’m going to sound insane but it seems that I’m trapped in a loop.”

“Then stop walking around in circles.”

“NO! Not that kind of loop! I mean that… I— I’m repeating the same day over and over again and I don’t know how to get out of it! I… I need your help…”

Stickler didn’t say anything else, she only seemed to be thinking while adjusting her glasses.

“You don’t think I’m crazy, do you?”

“Well, considering that you swallowed your pride to come ask me for help says a lot. Are you positive that it wasn’t a coincidence? Or a dream?”

“I already ruled out that it’s not a dream! And it was February 14th yesterday, and the day before!”

“It sounds to me that you’re caught in a time loop of sorts.”

“A time loop?”

“Yes. When a person repeats the same day over and over and over again, until they change something they had done previously to break the loop.”

“Change— What do you mean? I acted the way I did yesterday like I do all the time!”

“That might be the problem.” Stickler replied.

“Listen here you little— “

“Now, if you’ll excuse, your majesty, I was in the middle of something.” Stickler said, going back into her office and closing the door.

The Devil glared at the door, dispising how smug the auditor had gotten since she’d been given the invisible impenetrable sweater to keep safe. What the Hell was Henchwoman thinking?

Groaning, Lucifer walked off. Well, that was a complete waste of time. It she wanted that kind of help, she would’ve just asked her reflection.

Sighing in defeat, the demon sat in her throne, thinking long and hard about what she could possibly be doing wrong. She had only done what she’d normally do everyday! Wake up, eat breakfast, yell at her imps, not allow them to celebrate Valentines’ Day, cause problems on purpose, complain about how much she hated Valentines’ Day (she did that every year), tell Henchwoman she shouldn’t confess to her crush… Being rude to Queen Dice… Make her almost cry…

Maybe she was a little too harsh toward her dear friend and her Number One. Devil or not, she shouldn’t have treated them that way. It wasn’t like they were doing anything wrong. It was a strange thought, but she’d do anything to get out of this time loop. Letting out a long, dramatic sigh, she stood from her throne. If she was going to get out of this, she might as well start now.

She headed off toward the break room, where most of the imps were. They talked and kidded around with each other, though most fell silent when their Queen entered the room. Looking around amongst them, her eyes fell on the calendar, still reading ‘February 14th’. Scoffing, she turned to the crowd of imps.

“Alright, listen up you dirty rats, because I’m only going to say this once. I’m aware that it’s Valentines’ Day and I for one hold a grudge toward this stupid holiday due to a personal, private matter… But… But that doesn’t mean no one else should be able to celebrate it.”

A few eyes in the crowd widened, a couple imps whispered to each other.

“With that being said… If… If any of you would like to celebrate Valentines’ Day… Or even go to Asmodeus’ party this evening… It wouldn’t be the end of the world…”

With that, the demon went on her way, exiting out of the room. They didn’t react exactly how she imagined, but she didn’t care. The only reason she was doing any of this was to get out of the blasted loop.

“That was awfully nice of you, Boss,” Henchwoman said as the Devil sat in her throne. “You made them really happy.”

“Whatever.”

“Why the change of heart?”

The Devil thought about telling her loyal companion, but she didn’t seem to believe her yesterday, why on earth would she believe her this time?

“I dunno… I just… I know that not everyone hates this stupid holiday like I do, so I figured… Why make everyone miserable?” The demon explained, haphazardly.

“But… You usually don’t mind the imps bein miserable. You actually seem to like it sometimes…”

“Let’s change the subject, Henchwoman.”

“Ok, uh…” Henchwoman did as she was told and didn’t bring it up anymore. “Did you want to do anything today? Like, Valentines’s Day themed or somethin?”

The Devil sat up in her throne to tell Henchwoman off, but she stopped herself. If she wanted out of this loop she had to be… Nice. Even if it meant doing things that she didn’t necessarily want to do.

“What did you have in mind?”

“Well… I was kinda thinkin… Lunch maybe…?”

The Devil stared at her for moment, blinking.

“Are you asking me out on a date?”

“N— No! No… I… It’s just been a while since we got to just hang out…” Henchwoman swayed in her place slightly. “As… As friends.”

“Ok… Then lunch it is.” Old Scratch smiled.

Perking up, Henchwoman wagged her tail, bouncing in one place.

“Alright! I’ll go get ready.”

It was nice to see Henchwoman get this excited over a tiny thing like having lunch. Not that she was negative or unpleasant to be around— She was a rather sweet and happy imp that countered the Devil’s sour attitude. Though she didn’t often get that happy unless she got a vacation or that one time she dragged the Devil out for a round of mini golf. It was the most unpleasant experience she ever had the misfortune of being a part of, but it made Henchwoman so happy she forced herself through it.

It was just lunch, not the end of the world. She can and would put aside her valuable time to make Henchwoman happy. If it meant that she would get out of this wretched loop.

💗 💗 💗

Going out to just relax and have a nice time with her dear friend was surely a nice change of pace. Sure it was still Valentines’ Day and the Devil had to scare the hostess into giving them a table despite not having a reservation. Not to mention the only waiter that would tend to them was only swayed by a raise and a payed vacation before he would even get close to their table.

“Maybe I should’ve worn my human disguise…” The demon mumbled to herself.

“Humans are just too quick to judge is all.” Henchwoman shrugged.

“Mortals just don’t like me. That’s just a fact that I’ve came to accept.”

“Well… I like you, Boss.”

Her golden eyes looked to Henchwoman before they rolled to the ceiling.

“Are… Are you not having a good time, Boss?”

“Of course I am.” The Devil barely tried to conceal her disgust anymore.

Henchwoman fell silent, barely trying to make even casual conversation with her Boss anymore. Even after the Devil tried to— Mostly commenting on how distasteful the restaurant was.

Henchwoman was hard to read emotion-wise, arguably more difficult than the Devil herself. She’d often keep on her pacifying, assuring smile, regardless of how she truly felt. Much like any other demon, she enjoyed causing misery— Especially if it meant that she could spend time with her Boss, but there were times when it seemed like that she just pacified the demon. She of everyone knows that disagreeing with the Devil never leads to anything good. Still, at the moment, knowing that this was what depended on her getting out of her his loop, the Devil felt a pang of well… Guilt.

After lunch, it was a quiet stroll through the city, much quieter than it usually was. Henchwoman usually talked the demon’s ear off, so it was alarming for her not to be uttering a word.

“Henchwoman.”

“Buh— Boss…?”

“Is there something on your mind?”

“W— Well… There… There is actually, Boss…” Henchwoman paused, glancing up at her superior. “I’ve… I’ve had something on my mind for a while now… I just dunno how to tell you…”

“You can tell me anything, Henchwoman, I assure you.”

“You won’t get mad?”

“Of course not.” She smiled, knowing damn well she might but would try her best to conceal it from the other.

“Ok… Well… I’ve… I’ve kinda had eyes for someone in Hell for a while now… I’m not even sure if she likes me back but… An imp can dream, right…?”

“Sure.”

“So d’uhm… I’ve been wanting to ask them to be my Valentine for a while now… But I’ve never gotten the courage to do it… Do ya think I should go for it?”

“Well, that depends, who is it?”

“D’uhm… I don’t think it’s a good idea that I tell you…”

“Come now, Henchwoman, you’ve told me this much, why not tell me who it is?”

“Cuz you’ll get mad…”

“No I won’t.”

Henchwoman twiddled her thumbs, glancing up at the Queen Of Demons. Offering her the best and kindest reassuring smile she could muster up, the Devil waited for her answer.

“Ok… I’ll… I’ll tell ya… It’s… It’s Stickler…”

“What? Stickler?!”

“Boss— “

“Henchwoman, you— Her— I— Why?!”

“I know you two don’t got the… Best relationship… But… When ya get to know her, she’s kinda sweet… And funny…”

“Funny?! Sweet?! Stickler?!! Henchwoman, of all the damned demons, imps and sins in the Underworld, why her?!”

“I guess that answers my question…” Henchwoman mumbled, hanging her head low.

It was so hard for her to wrap her head around. Why on Earth would Henchwoman choose the most annoying, monotone, and boring imp in all of Hell?! Was she crazy?! Was this just some type of joke?! Lucifer certainly didn’t find it funny.

Getting a look at her face, The Devil figured it wasn’t supposed to be a joke. She looked hurt and unhappy and—

By the Seven Levels of Hell, she’d done it again.

“Henchwoman, listen— “ She started, trying to mend what was already broken.

“No, no… It’s… It’s ok, Boss… You don’t need to explain yourself.” Henchwoman wore a smile, barely hiding the pained expression on her face. “Let’s… Let’s just go home, ok?”

It took a lot to get to Henchwoman, she’d been the one that put up with the Devil for the longest time. She was usually a happy, go-lucky demon, but there were times when she’d get upset, even angry at times. Though that was a rare occurrence, she had to get pretty far under Henchwoman’s skin to get her angry.

But to get her upset like this? Henchwoman didn’t cry often, in fact she’d usually be the one comforting her Boss when she was upset. Here she seemed to be on the verge of tears, and Lucifer would be lying if she said she didn’t feel guilty.

The Devil creased her eyebrows, but didn’t argue with Henchwoman’s request. She couldn’t believe it, she was doing so well and yet she still managed to mess it up. Though as she thought it over, she found that she didn’t care about getting out of this loop anymore. She’d hurt her dear friend’s feelings. She’d been so uncaring and unkind to the one person who’d been there for her since the beginning and stuck with her no matter how unpleasant she was to be around. No matter who she was in love with, no one deserved that.

Though she wanted to apologize and tell her just how sorry she was for treating the dear imp the way she did, nothing came to surface. The silence was almost as worse as her little jabs she’d made at Henchwoman’s crush on Stickler.

The ride in the Hellevator down to the underworld was the most uncomfortable thing she’d ever endured, Henchwoman seeming to be at her breaking point.

Finally arriving in Hell, Henchwoman couldn’t get out of the Hellevator quicker, immediately heading down the corridor toward her room.

“I— I’m so sorry, Henchwoman.” The Devil said just a moment too late.

Stepping out of the Hellevator, she sighed in the silence. Oh how she wished she could just redo all of that. Maybe not even ask Henchwoman who her crush was. It was too painful to think of how she hurt her dear friend. Especially after all those years of treating that poor imp the way she did.

She only wished that love and understanding of feelings came easy for her as it did so easy for others. She’s never told anyone, not even Henchwoman, but it was the reason she hated the holiday to begin with. Not because she was the living embodiment of hate and fear. Not because she’s the Devil.

Love was a gift that every human and mortal and even some demons were given. Something they were born to understand and accept and it was so easy for them to show it and know what those feelings meant— But it wasn’t easy for her! It never was. Never on Earth, never in Hell, Never even in Heaven… She may never understand it, even if she wanted to. And that… Well that infuriated her. Enough to the point where she banned the damned holiday to be celebrated around her. It’d been like that for centuries. Until the damned, fucking time loop decided to put everything on its head!

The Hellevator clanked behind her, making her jump back, finally remembering it was about time for Dice to come along. Maybe she could at least make things right for her Number One.

“Hello Boss— Oh— Ya… Ya don’t usually meet me by the door.” Queen Dice chuckled.

“Nevermind that, Dice. What is it?”

“I got ya a little somethin, Boss.” Dice offered her the heart-shaped box of chocolates.

“Thank you… Dice…” She hesitantly took the box of chocolates from Dice. “You’re too kind.”

Opening the box, she found that familiar note at the very top. Raising her gaze to look at Dice again, the woman smiled at her, as if awaiting for her to do something. Staring awkwardly at her for a moment, the Devil forced a strained smile. Moving the note aside, she picked up one of the chocolates, eating it to prove that she did indeed appreciate the gesture.

Creasing her eyebrows, Queen Dice’s smile faded slightly.

“Aren’t you going to…?” She started but tracked off.

“What? Oh! Were you expecting a gift in return? I uhm… It’s a bit last minute but— “

“No… No… It’s… It’s fine… Really, it’s fine.”

Dice’s smile returned, but not the same. The excitement turned to gloom, pulling at the demon’s heartstrings as Dice slowly turned the other way back to the Hellevator. At the very least, the Devil didn’t bring the woman to tears, yet she still didn’t seem happy with their exchange. She thanked her for the gift, she didn’t yell at her or disregard the woman’s feelings— So what had she done wrong this time?

Her eyes fell in the note, eyebrows creasing as she picked it from the heart-shaped box. Setting the box upon her throne, she opened the note;

‘My dearest Devil,

There’s so many things to say to you. Things that I never had the courage to say. I know you don’t like Valentines’ Day, and I respect that, but I couldn’t think of a better time to tell you.

You might not know this, but I love being in your presence. Your smile and your laugh are the sweetest things of this Earth. I adore every part of you, whether you want me to see them or not. From your beautiful face to your gorgeous eyes, I have to remind myself that it’s unwise to stare, no matter how tempting it is. I wish I could tell you how much I adore you. Every part of you.

I guess what I’m trying to say is that I love you. I’m sorry I could never look you in the eye and tell you. I could never bare to know if you didn’t feel the same. You may never reciprocate my feelings, you may want me fired or gone for saying these things. I’ve accepted that you may never feel the same about me. And that’s ok. But just know that no matter what, no matter how you may feel about me; I will always love you.

Your faithful Number One,

Queen Dice.’

A single drop of a blood-soaked tear fell to the paper, the Devil’s hands shaking as she stared at the note. Tears rolled down her face, unrelenting as her heart raced at a painful rate.

It made sense now. It all made sense now. How could she do this to her Number One? It hurt in a way that she couldn’t explain let alone handle. What hurt the most was her lack of understanding of feelings.

Those feelings all came rushing back, accompanied with a heartache. She thought all those feelings were stupid. The way the demon’s heart raced and her mind was clouded when she saw Dice. The way she felt seeing Dice’s face, especially her smile. That wonderful smile. She’d give anything to see it again.

Looking back to the box of chocolates, the Devil picked it back up off the throne. Looking at it closer, she couldn’t help but smile. Dice knew her so well; she knew that she couldn’t stand cream-filled chocolates or dark chocolate. And she knew how much she loved coconut and cashews and peanut butter— Every one of her favorite flavors were in that box.

Queen Dice really put so much thought into this gift. Just for the Devil to react to it so uncaring.

With more tears running down her face, Old Scratch slumped down the corridor to her bedroom.

For once, she wished that she could actually do it all over again. She only wished that when she awoke the next day, it’d be February 14th again, and she could redo everything right. Not hurt those she cared for so.

Sitting on the edge of her bed, she stared at the box of chocolates, her gaze moving back and forth from it to the note.

Looking over to the stand next to her bed, her heart sank when she saw that Henchwoman’s note wasn’t there.

Setting the chocolates and Dice’s note in its place, she snapped her fingers, immediately changing into her pajamas. Wiping her eyes rid of tears, she stared at the chocolates as she laid back in bed.

She didn’t wish very often. She had long lost her belief in wishing. But she wished more than anything, just once, to be able to repeat this day over.

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Lucifer jumped awake at the sound of someone knocking. Looking around the room, her eyes fell on the nightstand, empty now. Gasping, she scrambled out of bed and to the door. Upon opening it, she’d obviously startled Henchwoman.

“Oh— G— Good mornin, Boss, I made you a surprise!”

“Heart shaped pancakes?!” Lucifer gasped, perhaps the happiest she’s ever been to see food.

“Boss?”

“Henchwoman, tell me, what is today?”

“It’s— It’s February 14th, ma’am.”

“Yes. YES!” The Devil giggled, picking Henchwoman up in a bear hug, spinning her around. “The universe has given me another chance!”

“Buh— Boss? Are— Are you ok?”

“I’m more than ok, Henchwoman.” The demon sat her companion on the ground, once more, picking up her plate of pancakes. “See, I had this terrible dream last night,” She paused to mow down on her pancakes. “And I’ve decided that I’m going to give Valentines’ Day a chance this year, even if I don’t have a Valentine.”

“That’s great to hear, Boss!” Henchwoman smiled. “But D’uh… Ya might wanna slow down.”

“Henchwoman,” The Devil ignored her, setting the empty plate aside. “How would you like to go to lunch with me?”

“D’uh, ok!” Henchwoman’s face brightened, nodding.

The purple imp went on her way, excitedly walking down the corridor. With a snap of her fingers, the Devil changed to her signature black dress. Heading down the same corridor, she headed straight to the break room.

Keeping a surly look on her face as she entered the room, the imps’ talking immediately quieted down, a few scurrying out of her way.

Stopping by the calendar, she kept up the ruse by scoffing at the ‘February 14th’ written in the front page.

“Valentines’ Day.” The Devil muttered, turning to the crowd of imps. A few of them— Mostly the few that had recently emerged from the pits of Hell— Kept their eyes on her, the others avoided eye contact.

“However, just because I hate this holiday, doesn’t mean you all should. If you all would like to, you have my permission to celebrate this holiday. Even go to Asmodeus’ party tonight.”

Once again there were murmers, eyes widening, though the silence stretched as she exited the room.

She couldn’t show any hint that she actually looked forward to doing nice things today. The imps might get ideas, and it was never good when they got ideas. Ideas were one step closer to a demon trying to dethrone Lucifer. Keeping a bitter attitude and putting a frown on was the best thing to do around her imps.

Though her smile soon returned when Henchwoman came along. She wasn’t wearing anything much different than her usual outfit, but the Devil didn’t mind, she wasn’t wearing anything fancy either.

“Ya ready to go, Boss?”

“Of course, let’s be on our way.”

💝 💝 💝

Old Scratch kept on a smile, not just to keep her dear companion happy, but because Henchwoman was happy. The imp had this thing about her that made anyone who was around her smile. The Devil was no exception.

Even if she tended to ramble, the Devil loved to listen to Henchwoman talk about her interests; what picture shows she’s seen recently, her favorite game shows. The purple imp could talk her ear off and Lucifer would still love her just the same.

After all, Henchwoman had been there for her when no one else had, it was the least that she could do.

After lunch, the two of them walked around Inkwell, though the Devil tried her best to ignore the gushy, annoying feelings around her for the sake of her dear friend.

“Hey, D’uhm, Boss… Csn I ask you somethin…?”

“Of course.”

“Let’s… So hypo… Hipo… What’s it called?” Henchwoman seemed to have trouble remembering a word.

“Hypothetically?” The Devil asked.

“Yeah, that. So let’s just say that I might have a bit of a crush on someone in the underworld… And… And it might D’uh… Be someone you don’t particularly like… Do you think that I should tell her and ask her to be my Valentine?”

“Do you love her?”

“Yes?”

“Do you want her to be your Valentine?”

“More than anythin.”

“Then I say,” The Devil stopped in front of the floral shop. “Take these flowers and tell her. Ask her to be your Valentine.” She offered a bouquet of red roses to Henchwoman.

“But… What if she says no…?”

“Well, if she does, at least you’ll know. Sometimes it’s easier to know than not, y’know?”

“I guess.”

“If she’s smart, she’ll say yes. Anyone would be lucky as Hell to be your Valentine.”

Reluctantly, Henchwoman took the bouquet, staring at them before her purple eyes looked back up at her superior.

“Ya mean it, Boss?”

“I swear it on my trident.”

Finding new-found confidence, Henchwoman smiled up at her, already heading off toward the Hellevator. Starting after her, the Devil paused and grabbed a bouquet of roses for herself.

“Hey! You gotta pay for those!” The store owner called after her.

Whipping around to face him, the Queen of Hell glared him down. Freezing in place, his angry expression changed to panic immediately.

“I— I mean… It’s free for you and your friend, ma’am!”

“That’s what I thought.” The Devil muttered, continuing on into the Hellevator before it disappeared into the underworld.

💘 💘 💘

Watching Henchwoman walk off to presumably admit her feelings to her crush— Still Stickler of all demons— The Devil couldn’t help but smile to see her friend so happy. Her gaze falling on the bouquet of roses she’d gotten. She just had one more person to make things right with. And she should be here any minute now.

Going to her throne, she hid the bouquet behind it, making sure it couldn’t be seen past the curtain. The Devil made sure she looked her best, evening out her dress and fixing her wild hair. All she could hope was that she didn’t mess this up too. She just had to keep in mind that she was doing this for Dice. No matter how her pride would fight with her, it was for Dice.

The Hellevator returned to the underworld a moment later, the demon waiting for Dice to exit.

“Hello Boss— Oh— You’re not… You don’t usually meet me at the door.” Dice blinked again.

“Never mind that, Dice, what is it?”

“I got you a little somethin. Here!” Queen Dice offered the heart-shaped box of chocolates to the demon.

“Thank you, Dice.” The demon smiled, taking them graciously.

Upon opening the box, the note was still there in its place, unread as far as Dice was concerned. Though the demon already knew what what it said inside, she still read it. Somehow it was just as beautiful as the first time she read it. Tears formed in her eyes again, but these tears were different. Not because she was regretful for hurting her dear friend. No these tears were different, they were…

“Are you ok, Boss?” Queen Dice asked, her smile vanishing, replaced with concern.

“I’m better than ok.” The demon sniffed, wiping her tears away. “You don’t know how long I’ve waited to hear those words.”

Smiling once again, Dice’s cheeks went slightly pink.

“You don’t know how long I’ve waited to say those words.”

“And I even have a little something for you.” The Devil smiled, going to her throne and getting the roses. “I saw these and they made me think of you, because they’re pretty.”

“You think I’m pretty?” Queen Dice asked, brushing her bangs behind her ear.

“Stunning.”

Her cheeks going brighter, Queen Dice averted her gaze, burying her face somewhat in the flowers in an effort to hide her flustered expression.

“So, Dice… I was wondering… Would you…?” The Devil started, drifting off.

“Yes?” Dice ashes, fluttering her long eyelashes.

“Would you like to get dinner with me?”

Nodding quickly, Queen Dice smiled, putting her hand out for the demon to take. Tending up, the Devil felt her nerves try to get her to take a step back. But she wouldn’t, she’d cane this far, she wasn’t going to back out. Hesitantly taking her hand, Lucifer looked up at Dice, the woman smiling at her.

If she was doomed to relive the same day over and over again, at the very least she’d get to relive this moment every time.

And that, well that would be just fine.

❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

The Devil blinked awake the next morning, surprised to not hear a knock on the door to wake her. Slowly sitting up, she rubbed the sleep out of her eyes as she yawned. She expected nothing but having to relive another Valentines’ Day, though she wasn’t too angry about it. Yesterday was rather… Nice… For being Valentines’ Day.

Looking around the room however, her tired eyes widened at the sight of Henchwoman’s letter and Dice’s box of chocolates. Could it be? Had she really gotten out of the loop?

Picking the card from her nightstand, she unfolded it and read it, a warm smile going across her face;

‘Dear, Boss

I know you don’t like to celebrate Valentines’ Day, but I didn’t want you to feel left out. So here’s a Valentine for you!

Roses are red

Violets are blue

You’re the best Boss around

That’ll always be true!

Happy Valentines’ Day!

Henchwoman’

The dear imp was always so courteous of her Boss, and it was more then appreciated.

There was a knock at the door, the Devil quickly putting the card aside.

“Come in.”

“Good morning Boss!” Henchwoman pushed the breakfast cart in as she always did. “I’ve got your usual!”

Regular, circular pancakes.

Heaving a sigh of relief, the Devil smiled. Finally. It was finally February 15th.

“Thank you, Henchwoman,” She graciously took her plate. “Did you have a good Valentines’ Day yesterday?”

“Did I?! It was great! I’ve missed bein able to celebrate it.” Henchwoman replied. “D’uhm, Boss…?”

“Yes, Henchwoman?”

“Thanks… For y’know… Putting aside your… Your discomfort for me… It was awfully sweet of ya.”

“Valentines’ Day only comes once a year, so don’t expect it every day.” The Devil smirked.

“Of course, Boss! But it was still sweet of ya.”

“You’re very welcome.” The demon leaned over enough to ruffle the imp’s hair, getting a giggle out of her. “So… How did things go with Sti— I mean… Your crush?”

“It went great! At first she was hesitant to break the rules, but then I told her you was ok with it, then she said she’d be my Valentine, and were planning on dinner tonight. She was busy last night with work, but you know how Stickler is— “

Henchwoman smacked her hands over her mouth, realizing too late that she’d revealed who her crush was. The dear imp had never been good at keeping secrets, though usually the Devil was annoyed by it, she didn’t let it bother her this time.

Even if the mention of Stickler’s name made her skin crawl, the demon didn’t say anything that might upset Henchwoman. It’d just be something she’d have to get used to.

“That sounds nice, Henchwoman, I’m happy for you.” The Devil replied with a smile.

“Aaaand, how’d it go with you and your crush?” Henchwoman smiled, swaying back and forth slightly, obviously wanting to change the subject.

“Excuse me?”

“Did you steal those roses yesterday for yourself?”

“Oh— Oh! Those roses! Uhm… Well… It went… Well… Better than I expected I suppose but…” The Queen of Hell scratched the back of her neck. “I don’t know how long it’ll last. Love has never been something that’s worked out for me.”

“Well, ya never know, Boss,” Henchwoman took the demon’s empty plate from her lap.

“I appreciate your optimism, Henchwoman, but really, no one wants to be with the Devil.”

“No one?”

The Devil bit at her black nails, Henchwoman pouring her morning tea.

“Oh also, ya gotta call from Asmodeus this morning, she wanted to know why you didn’t bother to show up to her party. I told her your invitation must’ve gotten lost in mail but em… I dunno if she bought it… So ya might get a call from her later.” Henchwoman changed the subject, sensing that the one before was making her Boss uncomfortable.

“Thank you, Henchwoman, I’ll be looking forward to that.” The Devil rolled her eyes. “You’re excused, dear, thank you.” She waves her companion off.

Nodding, Henchwoman did as she was told, leaving the room. Absentmindedly stirring her tea, the Devil stared at the note from her Number One. It was strange; even after releasing Valentines’ Day so many times, the card, and even the chocolates (which she ate in one sitting), dinner with Dice didn’t feel strange. It didn’t feel like a date. It felt like going to dinner with a friend— One of the only friends she had and managed to keep. It was so natural, no doubt, no awkwardness, no walls; just…

Comforting.

Msybe that’s what love felt like, the Devil might never know, but she was sure she wouldn’t. She’d learned long ago to not get close to anyone. Especially mortals.

It was a pretty easy day, even with it still technically being a work day. Satan knows if you give imps an inch, they’ll take a mile, there was little chance that any work would get done today. But the Devil didn’t mind it, it actually gave her a chance to wrap her head around this.

The Hellevator arrives in the underworld, the Devil sitting up straight in her throne. Pausing, Queen Dice brushed her hair out of her eyes, smiling.

“Dice!” She stood up, perhaps too excitedly.

“Hey…” Queen Dice chuckled.

“H— Hello.” The demon cursed her voice cracking.

“So… How was your Valentines’ Day?”

“It was… Fine… Repetitive… But fine…”

“Hm— What?” Queen Dice raised an eyebrow.

“It’s— It’s a loooong story.” The demon scratched the back of her neck.

“Well, I got time.” Dice offered a smile. “You wanna get lunch?”

Blinking, the Old Scratch nodded quickly.

“It’s a date then.” Queen Dice took a step closer, giving her a kiss on the cheek.

Putting on a big, goofy smile, the Devil took her by the hand, heading to the Hellevator.

She might not ever understand what love is. It’d certainly take time, but if it meant she could feel this way all the time.

Well, she was fine with that.

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Sorry if the ending seemed rushed, I never know how to end my stories lmao

If you’ve made it this far, thank you! And I hope you have a Happy Valentines’ Day and a wonderful Singles Awareness Day! ^^ 💜🫶

Thanks for reading!

[bakin-raspberry]

Casino cups headcanons 2

The Devil has been avoiding walking around inkwell isles so that he won’t get spotted by heaven and get sent back to his pit in Hell, mostly because it can a take from a few decades to a century or two before he can break out again (And he worries that when he does, Dice won’t be alive anymore)

King Dice refuses to wear short sleeve shirts no matter how hot it gets inside the casino.

Cuphead used to mess with Mugman by put small pebbles and rocks into his head when he was sleeping.

Devil first time meeting Samuel after he faked his death was just him going “wait a second, Bitch didn’t you die?!” and Samuel just ended up laughing at him.

The original plan of killing the cup brothers or turning them into demons didn’t last longer than a month after they started working at the casino.

Cagney genuinely think that the Devil did something to the brothers in order to get them to work for him, doesn’t help that he promised Elder Kettle that he would keep them out of trouble after he died.

Tuli is actively making those thoughts worse by telling him that King Dice pulled Mugman away when they were talking to each other when she had visited the Casino , (she worded so that it sounded like they were only talking for about two minutes in total).

King Dice has been feeling like he is being watched when he is running errands in Inkwell.

Devil knows that he’s a crybaby, he just doesn’t enjoy being reminded and mocked about it.

Cuphead was shocked when he realized that the Daisy had snuck into his coat, considering that it had previously refused to go outside (He’s wondering why Gabriel made it so uncomfortable it would rather be outside then near him).

Chalice isn’t going anywhere in the Astral plane because Heaven wants to wait until whatever is going on with the Cup brothers is over.

[ask-hildaberg]

Hi Hilda! You look pretty! Btw question, your thoughts with your inkwell isle neighbors? (Such as root pack, Ribby and Croaks, The cups, etc)

I'll be perfectly blunt, I don't engage with such lowlifes if I can help it. Those thuggish frogs Ribby and Croaks will get in a brawl with anyone, even a lady like me! Not to mention that nasty tendency to eat flies with their mouths open!

Carnation is one of the worst. Bad attitude, and he gives me the worst hay fever and allergies. I'm never setting foot near those meadows again, I'm telling you, unless I have some weed killer.

Then there's The Root Pack- how should I describe them? A bunch of vegetables with a penchant for trouble. I've had my pockets pinched once or twice by these guys. My solution- sauté them up with butter and garlic!

Goopy Le Grande is probably the only one who hasn't given me any trouble. Quite the opposite, he's sweet, handsome, and he has such nice eyebrows.... *babbles*

I think I mentioned the cups in a previous post and I'd rather not revisit the trauma of speaking about them again...

[koko-kittyrose29]

Allison Inkhart Info

Allison is the second oldest of the Inkheart siblings, she is a fallen angel who was born from the magic ink and the Devil's angel feathers. In this AU the Devil still has his angel wings and occasionally likes to fly over Inkwell Isles to clear his head, sometimes he molts his feathers while flying and some of them landed in the hidden magic ink spring lake known as Inkwell Springs where Boris was created. Those feathers created Allison Angel, who was found by a kid Boris while on a night walk with Audrey to Inkwell Springs.

Allison works as a well known fashion and costume designer in Inkwell City she moved there to keep an eye on Bendy and Boris after their mother asked her to, knowing well how much trouble those two get into. Since Allison has wings and able to make herself invisible she keeps an eye on her troublesome brothers in secret. Allison hides the fact she is a fallen angel by hiding her horns, halo, and wings in public, the only one she shows her true form to other than her family is Ms. Chalice who found out by accident after Allison found out about her being half ghost. Allison and Ms. Chalice became good friends then started a queerplantonic relationship after deciding to live together. They eventually become a romantic couple in the future but that's a story for another day.

[silver-tooth-the-panther]

Hey,I was wondering if you could write a safe oral vore story with the two characters Mugman and Calla Maria? (It's okay if you don't want to do it! And pls don't be afraid to take your time ok?☺️)

(Thank you for understanding, but don’t worry! I will always make time for these requests. In fact, This is my first fic request! I hope you enjoy it! Also please read the message at the bottom about the different Cuphead cannons)

Trusting the Sea Beast

(A Mugman and Cala Maria Vore Fanfic)

Warning: soft vore, if you don’t like it, don’t read.

Today was a very special day for Mugman. To him, it was the only day of the week that mattered. Today was Wednesday and on every Wednesday, Mugman would go visit his dear friend, Cala Maria. On this day, his heart would always fill with overwhelming happiness and his mood would be instantly uplifted.

Mugman left pretty early this morning, since it was a long way to get to Cala Maria’s domain in Inkwell Isle Three. Mugman started his journey with fresh optimism and he couldn’t help, skip along the way. However his skipping had caught someone’s attention. “Where are ya off to this early, Mugs?” A small gab hit Mugman’s shoulder stopping him in his tracks. It was Cuphead, Mugman’s brother, who had paused him.

Mugman chuckled. “I’m off to see Cala Maria. I thought you would know my weekly routine by now.” Cuphead rubbed the back of his neck and chuckled. “I do! I’m not an idiot.” Mugman rolled his eyes. “Uh huh. Says the guys who sold our souls for money.” Cuphead sighed. “Heh, you’re never gonna let me live that down, are ya?”

“Not as long as you’re still kicking. Just don’t get into any trouble, okay?” Mugman grinned.. “Don’t worry, I won’t.” Cuphead returned the smile. “And don’t let the mermaid eat ya!” Mugman almost growled at Cuphead’s crude joke. “She wouldn’t do that!” Cuphead chuckled nervously. “Joking Mugsy, only joking.” Mugman stared at the path in front of him. “Well I better get going.”

He walked up the hill, turned, and waved to his brother. “See ya later, Cuphead.” Mugman smiled softly. “Catch ya later, Mugs!” Cuphead waved back. Mugman turned to face the broad isle in front of him and continued on his journey.

It only took about forty five minutes to get to Inkwell Isle Three. On the way, Mugman had bought a box of squid livers and a bouquet of pastel pink tulips. “I sure hope she likes these.” Mugman thought to himself. It didn’t take long from there to reach the torn down ship where they always met up.

Mugman knocked twice on the broken pole with torn pieces of the purple sail. As he waited, Mugman gazed out to see an ocean of beauty. The morning sun created a layer of gold that mixed in with the light ocean blue. Thus creating one of the most beautiful paintings he had ever seen.

A low rumbling came from below. Mugman looked down with a soft smile that spread across his face, waiting his friend’s arrival. Suddenly, two hands reached up and gripped next to where Mugman was standing. The mermaid gently pulled herself up out of the ocean blue and was now face to face with lil Mugman.

“Hello, again.” Her Greek accent sounded sweet like a soft harp. Mugman couldn’t help but look in awe at her beauty. Cala Maria tilted her head, “Are you okay?” She giggled. Mugman snapped out of his trance. “Oh! Sorry, I didn’t mean to do that.” He chuckled nervously.

“No need to worry, it’s cute.” Cala Maria chuckled as well. Blush covered Mugman’s face. “Uh I um got these for you.” Mugman said as he held up the gifts. Cala Maria smiled. “Awww, you didn’t have to do that, Mugs.”

Cala Maria laid her hand out so that Mugman could climb on. He did so with the gifts in hand, careful not to let them slip. Cala Maria then gently bent her head down and kissed him on the top of his head. “Thank you . That was very sweet of you.”

Mugman grew flustered at the gesture and began to murmur softly. Cala couldn’t help but giggle at his shyness. “That reminds me! I have something for you too.” Mugman broke free from his trance. “Really?” He asked sweetly.

Cala Maria nodded and reached her free hand down into the water. It didn’t take her long to find what she was looking for. She pulled up something rather small in between her thumb and pointer finger. Then, Cala Maria gently placed the gift in front of Mugman.

It was a shiny, glittery shell with beautiful streaks of purple, blue, and green that made it look like a swirl of delicate paint. “It is one of the rarest shells in Inkwell Isle. I’ve only found three of them and this is my biggest one.”

Mugman brought the shell close to him. “Oh gee, thank you so much! This honestly means a lot to me! Oh wow!” Cala Maria chuckled, “I’m glad you like it. Now let’s head to my home so we can talk some more.”

The two headed off through the golden ocean. If they had traveled by boat, it would’ve taken a while to get there. However, they were able to reach the rocky cavern in just a few minutes, due to Cala Maria’s size. When they arrived, Cala Maria gently placed Mugman at the entrance to the cavern.

“Feel free to place the gifts beside the rocks near the ledge where you normally sit.” Cala Maria smiled. “Of course!” Mugman grinned with excitement. He made his way through the entrance and placed the gifts where Cala had told him to.

Then Mugman waited for her to arrive through the pool of water at the bottom of the cavern, since that was the way she could get in. Cala Maria made her way swiftly through the water to face her dearest friend. “So, tell what you did last week.”

Everything went like normal for the two. They talked about many interesting subjects. Mugman told Cala about his latest adventures and she told him about the latest happenings in the ocean. They both loved trading information about the different kinds of animals that they would see and the people they would meet. Of course, Cala Maria sang occasionally for Mugman, which he thoroughly enjoyed and always complimented her on.

They spent hours and hours together and could never seem to get enough. However, Mugman had lost track of time. “Oh no!” Mugman turned to see the night sky shining brightly through the entrance. “I didn’t realize how late it was!”

Cala Maria grew worried at her friend’s distress. “Well we better hurry along then. We wouldn’t want your family to worry about you.” Mugman’s face read of nervousness and fear. “What’s wrong?” Cala Maria asked sweetly.

“Well uh-“ Mugman sighed. “Ever since we’ve had that run in with the devil, I’ve always been nervous that he might come back for revenge.” Cala Maria gently put him in the palm of her hand, gazing worriedly. “I understand that, but what do you want to do?”

“I’m not sure.” He sighed. Cala Maria thought for a minute, suddenly an idea came to her mind. “How about you stay with me for the night. I can send a letter to your family using one of my eels.” Mugman looked up at her with a confused look.

“That could work, but where would I go?” Cala grimaced with worry. “Well I would have to keep you safe in here.” The mermaid pointed to her stomach. Shock overwhelmed Mugman. “Wait! We don’t have to do this, if you don’t want to.”

“No no, it’s okay.” Mugman moved forward. “I trust you.” Cala Maria gently smiled and put her hand close to her maw, gently opening it. Mugman crawled closer to her maw. “Just please be gentle.” And with that, he crawled inside.

It was dark and damp inside her maw. Mugman carefully moved forward, cautiously avoiding her sharp fangs. When Cala Maria felt the Mugman was at the back of her maw, she gently lifted her head and swallowed.

Mugman found himself in a warm, dark tunnel. The plush walls of Cala Maria’s throat gently led him down further and further into her body. The further he went, the more he could hear Carla’s gentle heartbeat beside him. After a few seconds, Mugman was placed into Cala Maria’s stomach.

The walls gently moved around Mugman, keeping him snuggled up like a warm blanket. The soft sounds of her stomach and heart were greatly soothing the poor cup. “Is everything alright?” Her muffled voice asked nervously.

“Yeah!” Mugman smiled softly. “It’s actually quite nice in here.” Cala Maria gently rubbed the small form in her stomach as she laid against the cavern wall. “That’s good. I’m glad that I was able to help.” Mugman snuggled into the plush walls around him. “Yeah, thank you! I don’t know what I would’ve done without you.”

Cala Maria chuckled. “You’re welcome.” She continued to rub her stomach, hoping to lull Mugman to sleep. Inside, Mugman felt his eyes getting heavy. Her tactics we’re definitely working. “Don’t worry, Mugs. Everything will be okay.” were the last words he heard before he went to sleep.

(Btw this story takes place within the game/book cannon. I’m personally uncomfortable putting it in the show canon because of the age gap and the fact that Mugman is 11. However, in the game/book, not only are they both teens, but the ship is actually canon. I understand why this might be uncomfortable to some, but please understand that Cuphead does have different canons depending on the medium.)

[animemangacartoonist2004]

Come with me to the Inkwell Isles,

it's just off the coast maybe twenty-nine miles.

Where there's good and there's bad,

and then there's in between,

With Cuphead, and Mugman, you'll see what I mean.

Ice cream and rockets, trouble never ends!

Watch these ding-dongs as they make new friends! (Zig-zag, Zig-zag!)

They'll need some help just to stay on track.

Oh no, there's that guy! You better watch your back!

So if you're lookin' for fun,

Cuphead and Mugman: Yes, we're lookin' for fun!

Narrator: And a dash of heebie-jeebies,

Cuphead and Mugman: We've got the heebie-jeebies.

Narrator: Then pack your bags and let's go!

Welcome to The Cuphead Show!

Welcome to The Cuphead Shooow!

[toonmania25]

Here's a cuphead oc I made on Instagram. her name is toonie teacups.

she's chalice's lil sister who keeps her out of trouble from scamming people (kinda like mugman but less shy) She hangs out a lot with the cup bros and has a BIG crush on a cute blue-nosed mug.

Charming used to be a thing she and chalice did together, but as chalice slowly starts scamming people, she stops and now it just chalice's thing

While chalice is known as the best dancer in inkwell isles, Toonie has a voice of an angle and often performs in the inkwell theater.

in the game, she was formally known as Toonetta teacups The legendary chalice's assistant who fought beside her on the wrath of the devil. when they both get stuck in the astral plane. they both worked together to find the way out

[miss-doodle-jester]

I never shared these doodles. Whoops. I made these doodles for me and my best friend @atticxdemon

Jessie and Mortimer. Our cuphead sillies. Roommates of the Inkwell Isle's. They are best friends who live in the big city on the island. And of course they get into a lot of trouble.

Jessie the Jester belongs to me Mortimer Raccoon belongs to @atticxdemon

[roseartsandfics]

ShadowSilver (Cuphead Universe) New Design and Bio

NOTE: The design (possibly but not necessarily) and bio might change in the future, which will be unknown for right now.

Here is a new design of my OC ShadowSilver in the Cuphead universe I did last month and with a new bio! Here is the bio now!

Name: ShadowSilver

Nicknames: Shads, Silv, Sil, Silvy, Lass, Princess, Your Highness, Ms. Goodie Two-shoes, twit and young lady (three by the Devil), my dearest flower, my sugar plum (two by King Dice), Miss.

Age: 18

Gender: Female

Species: Human

Appearance: a normal human, princess with green eyes, a dress with a pink torso with red roses as sleeves, white long gloves, white gown with red roses, rose crown and pink hair

Personality: kind, sweet, caring, loving, emotional, stubborn (sometimes), sassy, fiesty

Hometown: Inkwell Isles

Occupation: first princess of Inkwell Isles

Relatives: unnamed parents (deceased), the teapot family (deceased) and King Dice (lover)

Friends: Cuphead, Mugman, Ms. Chalice, Bowlboy, Elder Kettle, the Henchman, Porkrind, Baroness Von Bon Bon, Briney Beard, Cala Maria, Croaks, Ribby, and Hilda Berg (to a degree)

Enemies: the Devil, Henchman (formally), King Dice (sometimes), Hilda Berg (sometimes), and the Root Pack and other bosses (except Von Bon Bon, Briney Beard and Cala Maria, too lazy to list all ^^;).

Likes: coffee, cakes, ice cream, the cup brothers, King Dice, milkshakes, music, singing (when nobody is around at least lol), roses, breeze, the citizens, foods, dresses, Elder Kettle, the forest, sleepy seas, sweet treats, her friends and the Carnival.

Dislikes: the Devil, demons, bitter cold, scorching hot weather, pickles, people's souls being taken, evil fear, crime, dresses that are WAY too tight, tuna and having trouble sleeping.

ShadowSilver was born in another kingdom, until the shipwreck happened at sea when voyaging to Inkwell Isles. ShadowSilver had survived within the basket, while the ship had sinked, and her parents were lost, possibly went under the sea, never to be seen again. ShadowSilver was raised by some teapots, until when she reached 18, her adoptive parents passed away, and she learned that her biological parents were her real parents, and she never got to know them a lot ever since the shipwreck. Until then, ShadowSilver became the princess of Inkwell Isles, and the first human of the land.

She befriended Cuphead, Mugman and Ms. Chalice, teaching them to be good citizens, until she encountered the Devil, Henchman and King Dice, who originally wanted to kidnap her. When the Devil did, Cuphead and Mugman were on a mission to rescue her, until ShadowSilver had been greeted by King Dice, who she admired his show and the glamor of his style. He was also admiring her duties and beauty. They started talking, getting along just fine and becoming close, until they fell in love.

Until after Cuphead and Mugman rescued the princess, ShadowSilver started looking for King Dice to know if she'll ever see him again, until she found him. They officially started dating, knowing Cuphead and Mugman wouldn't mind these two dating.

Man, what a bio. Probably not as great, but will change in the future ^^

Things have been going well, just emotionally draining and dealing with mental health at the moment, but I had to display some art somehow ^^;. I'll hop in to be in a good mood soon!

Last month, I did some redesign on ShadowSilver in the Cuphead universe and gave her the green eyes as a 30's cartoon style ^^. So a cartoon ShadowSilver xD!!!

What y'all think?

Canon characters and Cuphead ©Chad Moldenhaur, Jared Moldenhaur, and Studio MDHR

Bowlboy and The Cuphead Show! ©Sara Jane Sherman, Chad Moldenhaur, Jared Moldenhaur, Studio MDHR, King Features Syndicate and Netflix

ShadowSilver and artwork ©SuperShadowSilver

No copyright infringement is intended

Used: regular basic pencil, Pen Gear or Sargent Art colored pencil (I believe) and Crayola colored markers

[popfizzles]

Will Rummer and Tumbler ever have a chance to go to the surface in the bad ending au or will they never see it and just be stuck in the casino (or hell) forever

Here's the thing;

If Rummer and Tumbler exist at all, that means that Cuphead and Mugman first had to beat the Devil and got away with burning the contracts.

Which means that Rummer and Tumbler have been on the surface before! They would travel up to cause trouble on the Inkwell Isles, disguised as Cuphead and Mugman and making bad on their names.

They would have seen the sun and the ocean and felt the breeze.

However, after Cuphead and Mugman give up their souls (for whatever reason it takes), they become Greed and Envy, which means Rummer and Tumbler wouldn't really HAVE a reason to go up on the surface any more.

And I'm not sure they'd remember the surface, either.

I bet they'd yearn for it.

Maybe on their next days off they'd take a trip up to the surface, and get to experience Inkwell as just. Rummer and Tumbler.

Then again, all their friends are down in Inkwell Hell.

What would be the point in leaving?

[gemwing1988]

A Little Help from a Friend

A remake of an old fic to thank @lovegabe1999 for doing a small fanart of her OC, Shan Lee protecting my persona from the Devil about a year ago. The last one was a bit rushed and I thought I’d redo it from scratch with a few changes since I decided that my original outfit design would be best suited for a future Kingdom Hearts AU in the distant future.

The Devil and Dijimmi belong to StudioMDHR, Shan Lee is created and owned by the lovely @lovegabe1999 and Katie Gemwing is the persona of yours truly.

It was a peaceful and beautiful day on the Inkwell Isles after months of peace and tranquillity.

For the young demi-goddess, Shan Lee, things couldn’t have been better.

Things have been peaceful since the Devil was defeated by the brave young brothers, Cuphead and Mugman and all of the former debtors who made a deal with him had been cleared of their debts.

Shan Lee’s included.

Today, she and her good friend, Dijimmi the Great, were out on a picnic over at a peaceful little glade in the woods, enjoying the weather and the scenery.

“This is the life.” Shan Lee sighed as she took a sip of her ice cold beverage.

“You can say that again.” Dijimmi happily agreed before taking a couple of contented puffs of his pipe.

They could have never asked for a better day to spend some time together. And since the Devil hadn’t shown his face up on the surface for the passing months, it would seem no one had to worry about him fearing his ugly, hairy face again anytime soon.

Or so they thought…

Just then, a piercing scream shattered the tranquil silence, disrupting the songs of nature.

Shan Lee gasped as she nearly dropped her cup. The scream was so sudden, it made Dijimmi accidentally inhale some smoke down his throat, causing him to cough on it.

“W-wh-what th-the heck w-was th-that?!” Dijimmi sputtered as he lightly pounded in his chest to clear the pipe smoke out.

“I-I don’t know.” Shan Lee answered, getting up from the red and white checkerboard print picnic blanket. “But what I do know is that it sounds like somebody’s in trouble! Hurry! We’d better go see if they need help!”

Once Djimmi recovered from his smoke fiasco, he and Shan Lee hurried towards the source of the scream which was deep in the woods. They soon entered the clearing to see that a person they had never met before is being chased down by none other but the Devil himself, who was in his serpent dragon form.

The person he was terrorizing was a young woman with fair skin, dark chocolate brown hair in a short bobcut and light blue eyes.

She wore a crystal denim jacket with breast pockets, white rolled-up cuffs on the sleeves, hoodie pockets and a midnight blue hidden Mickey Mouse patch on the right breast of the jacket. Underneath the jacket is a midnight blue tank top with a light blue collar and shoulders, medium blue denim jeans, a light purple belt and black knee-length boots.

On her right wrist is a bracelet made from light blue woven cords with three beads (two are pearl white and the one in the middle is a crocus purple) and a silver heart locket bracelet with what appears to be a tear shaped pearl in the centre. On the left wrist is a silver bracelet.

Around her neck is a silver locket designed and shaped like a book with a heart and what appears to be wings engravings as well as a teardrop-shaped diamond in the centre.

The young woman was frantically running away from the Devil, all the while struggling to pry off a golden cuff-like band that was wrapped around her left wrist.

“The Devil!” Dijimmi gasped.

“And that woman’s in trouble!” Shan Lee cried.

The woman tripped over a rock and struggled to get back onto her feet until the Devil ensnared her in his furry coils, wrapping her up to her ribs in his clutches.

“Not so fast, darling!” The Devil sneered. “You’re not going anywhere! You’re mine now!”

“NO! Let me go!” The woman screamed, struggling in the demon’s coils.

“Oh, I could never let you go, my love.” The Devil crooned. “I’love keep you nice and snuggled in my grip.”

Much to the disgust of their unknown witnesses, the Devil leans his head down and flicks his tongue at the woman’s neck and cheek with his twin tongues before he nuzzles her cheek with his own.

“Ugh! That creep!” Shan Lee growled. “That does it!”

Without a second thought, she leapt out of hiding and drop kicked the Devil over the head.

“Ow!” The Devil yelled as the kick made him lose his grip and dropped the woman to the ground. “What in the-?!”

“You leave that poor woman alone, you creep!” Shan Lee demanded.

“What?! You!” The Devil snarled. “You stay out of this, you puny demi-goddess! This doesn’t concern you!”

“It most certainly does if it concerns you terrorizing and harassing innocent people like that girl here!”

The Devil hissed like an angry serpent as he lunged for Shan Lee, who got out a bo staff and whacked him across the face with it, making him shriek in pain.

Dijimmi, with his magic, duplicated himself, wearing cheerleader outfits and waving pom-poms as they cheered, “Rick ‘em, rack ‘em, rock ‘em, rake! Wallop that creepy old snake!”

“You! Sssshut up!” The Devil hissed, shooting a threatening glare at the orange genie.

His duplicates merging into a single himself again, Dijimmi got out a tiny flag with the letter “D” that has little devil horns and a tail on it in his hand and dully waved it, sarcastically cheering for the Devil in a blunt and bored tone:

“Devil, Devil, he’s our man. If he can’t do it… GREAT!!!”

While Shan Lee and the Devil continued to duke it out, the woman was struggling to remove the cuff still around her wrist, catching Dijimmi’s concern.

“You okay there, miss?” He asked.

“The Devil clamped this stupid cuff in me!” The woman in blue grunted. “I can’t get this darn thing off!”

“Oh! I can help with that!” Dijimmi offered.

With a snap of his fingers, the cuff magically snapped open and fell off the girl’s wrist.

“The Devil might be more powerful than me, but at least my magic’s strong enough to remove some small magic trinkets.” Dijimmi smirked proudly.

“Thanks.” The woman said. “Now I can be of some help!”

Just then, the woman transformed into a beautiful crystal blue dragon with a white underbelly, a white crest that resembles a mane, white spines in the small of her tail as well as a tuft of white fur at the tip and white claws. She has curved white horns atop of her head and dainty deer-like ears. She still has the same blue eyes and large feathery midnight blue wings to seem to sparkle like stars under the sunlight.

She a dark blueish-black necklace with the pendant being a round blue gemstone with two silver beads on each end as well as one at the bottom with purple scarf-like ribbons with light blue tips to resemble feathers. White-gold bracers with a blue teardrop-shaped gemstone at the top and tiny round blue ones at the bottom.

Roaring, the dragon flies towards the Devil, leaving Dijimmi dumbfounded with shock and confusion, mumbling, “That’s new…”

The Devil had Shan Lee cornered at a tree and was about to ensnare her when the dragon swiped his claws across his face, scratching his nose.

“OUCH!!!”

The dragon then opened her mouth and zapped the Devil with a stream of blue electricity.

ZAP ZAP ZAP!

With the Devil scorched from the zapping, Shan Lee took the opportunity to deliver the final blow, knocking the Devil out.

The Devil crumpled to the ground and returned to his normal form, beaten, battered and bruised with a couple of torn out fur and wearing a couple of bandages as he groaned.

“Thanks for the help.” The dragon smiled in gratitude. “The Devil just doesn’t know when to leave me alone.”

“Wait! You’re a dragon?!” Shan Lee exclaimed in surprise.

The dragon looked herself over before she shrugged, “Last I checked, yes. Technically, I’m half-dragon.”

“That’s so amazing!” Shan Lee beamed, overcoming her shock. “I just so happen to be a demi-goddess myself.”

“Really?” The dragon gasped. “That’s really amazing.”

“And no worries about helping you back there. It’s always good to help out someone in need. Most especially a new friend. I’m Shan Lee by the way. And this is my good friend, Dijimmi the Great.”

“Nice to meet you.” Dijimmi said, bowing in greeting.

“I’m very happy to meet you both.” The dragon smiled before she transformed back into a human.

“Y’know, we’ve never really met anyone like you before on the Isles.” Dijimmi stated. “That you can turn into a talking dragon, I mean. I know my pal, Grim Matchstick is a Dragin himself, but this is the first time I met a dragon with wings as unique as yours.”

“I can do lots of things.” The Dragin girl said. “By the way, I’m Katie. Katie Gemwing.”

“That’s such a beautiful name.” Shan Lee said. “But what was that all about with the Devil trying to kidnap you earlier?”

Katie shuddered. “Oh, that monster had up and decided to make me his wife and queen and use my magic for dimensional conquest. That’s a LONG story for another time.”

“Yeesh!” Dijimmi winced in disgust.

“Aw jeez! What is he? King Bowser?” Shan Lee grimanced.

“I’d might as well be the Princess Peach to his King Bowser if that’s the case.” Katie groaned.

Changing the subject, Shan Lee spoke, “Well, what matters is that you’re safe now. How about you join Jimmi and me for a picnic? You must be hungry from all of that.”

Katie blushed as she heard her own stomach grumble, gently placing her hand over it as if to stifle the growls.

“I guess I did missed out on lunch when I ended up here.” Katie replied sheepishly. “So yes, that would be so lovely, please.”

As Shan Lee and Dijimmi led Katie back to their picnic spot, Shan Lee realized this was the day she had made a new friend.

[necrokittytales]

Necrida’s Illustrations from Necrokitty Chronicles! #6

CHAPTER 21 (NSFW)

CHAPTER 24

CHAPTER 25

CHAPTER 26 (NSFW)

CHAPTER 28 (NSFW)

CHAPTER 29

[canon-fcdder]

"Why & how exactly did I get myself roped into this thing?" Cuphead is whining, the young teen glancing around the quiet, slightly eerie looking Pizza place. All because of his gambling? Now he was stuck here looking for some Purple Guy for his soul contract? "Uhm, hello?" ( -yeets teen!Cuppy at Toy Bonnie- :'3 )

{ ☆ } The Pizzeria is normally bustling with all forms of life (some that end up never leaving the seemingly-cheerful place) but come nightfall, it’s a very different atmosphere. With the games having fallen silent, most of the customers having gone, and the slaves captives employees no longer needing to tend to their entertainment… the building feels like a corpse of its daytime self. An empty shell, hinting at the FUN that is held within- but the suffocating sense of dread that resides in the very air makes it near-impossible to believe. Still, even in a nightmarish hellscape such as this, hiding behind false smiles and mouth-watering treats, not every grin is a lie. Some people capable of finding light in even the darkest places.

The faint plucking of guitar strings gently drifting into the air is one of these shreds of light that Toy Bonnie has embraced in his newfound life… Oftentimes the teen wonders whether he enjoyed music quite so much before being ‘recruited’ by Purple Guy. But it’s not as if it really matters; either way, he can’t remember anything before the Pizzeria. At least he has music now to comfort him. “No matter what we say or do, it’s never up to me or you…” The ‘animatronic’ softly sings as he leans against a wall of the supply closet. Ripe with cracks and cobwebs, it isn’t the most glamorous to play his music. But it is one where he doesn’t have to worry about bothering the others… They aren’t fans of his original works. 

However, singing stops when an unfamiliar voice breaks the normal feeling of emptiness… Ears perking upright, paws pluck one final note (sounding sour from the jerky movement of surprise) before Bonnie straps his cherry-red guitar onto his back. He doesn’t trust the others not to mess with it. Head peeks out of the closet, lime-green eyes glowing in the dark as they survey his surroundings. Ears twitch in search of any other unfamiliar sounds, a buck-toothed smile soon stretching across his face when he catches sight of the intruder newfound friend. It’s always nice (kind of) to see fresh blood joining their little community. Without hesitation, Toy Bonnie slips from his hiding place. Scampering through the shadows, the sight-impaired male moves slowly to avoid bumping into anything and alerting his presence.

He’s partially successful… Tripping over a chair (curse his static-filled and blurred vision) the bunny ends up falling flat on his stomach- directly in front of the stranger. Unphased by this unorthodox introduction (many aspects of himself and the situation are pretty unorthodox already) he simply gazes upward at the other male. “Hey, there! How ya doin’?” Rather than get up, he props an elbow on the floor, resting a fluffy cheek in his hand. Head tilts to the side, semi-floppy ears moving with it and (cute) grin becoming a tad crooked, “I’ve never seen ya ‘round here before… an’ trust me, I know everyone in this place.” { ☆ }  

[fvaleraye]

Me, on the first isle of Cuphead: This game isn’t that hard, I’m blowing right past these bosses!

Me, on the second isle: FUCK YOU DJIMMI, YOU GREAT BIG BITCH!!!