How. It's Been Like Little Over A Week-

how did you perfectly capture what my brain was thinking for each part RAGHAHHAHA

i need y’all to like me for this okay

i should make an intro

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.

i need ink to win. my other go to's died so fast, please ink, please

ask me for headcanons, please i beg

tbh I headcanon that Elder Kettle homeschooled Cuphead n’ Mugman until 4th grade

oooo, if we thinks 'bout my au, my cupbros never actually. went to school- they did try, once, but cuphead got them both expelled for attempted manslaughter of a teacher, and they were not only expelled but just. they're not allowed into any school on inkwell. cuphead's actually not allowed in most of the city district because of general things like this, and by extension this also applies to mugman. for example, cuphead once set the only church on inkwell on fire, entirely accidentally-

give more tint lore

:3

tint did not take his parents divorce well, and was very young when it happened. both of them kinda- vanished after it, leaving tint alone. somehow he managed to wander from the first isle, somewhere into isle three and the city. as far as i have worked out, he was likely put into an orphanage, and likely not adopted due to inkwelliens having some.. prejudice against demons and demonborn children. design wise he's more physically leaning to cups side of things, being cup headed and having similar shape. he has a singular horn, and a tail thats controllable enough he can use it like a 3rd arm. he's rather short, even as an adult, being around 3'5 (cups is 3'8 and bendy is a whopping 3'2 as their base forms). he'd be thinner, like bendy, and have goat legs like cups. like cups, he'd dislike wearing pants over his legs, but being raised mostly in an orphanage that didn't understand demons well, was made to do so anyways. he doesn't really have a grasp on his demonic magics, but does on his animian ones, due to animi's being held in high regards despite being named in german, he himself cannot speak it, except for a few phrases he knows from before his parents split. those being: Ich liebe dich Ich möchte ein Bier (courtesy of cups drinking a lot djkfhds) Es tut mir Leid and other various swears. these mostly being picked up from cups, who i hc as being part german (by blood, not region), and knowing both german and english (touches of french and russian from other sources) he might find his fathers later in life, but it'd likely not go well until after bendy and cups make up with their issues

black licorice?

ASKS ARE OPEN ONE DAY A YEAR FOR TRICK OR TREATING ‼️🔥 👻🎃🍫🍬🍭🏚️🕸️💀🧟🐈‍⬛🦴

(if anyone can successfully guess my favorite candy ill give you. Uh. 100 boops! Hint : it's Norwegian and most people despise it)

dewit

YA CAN'T SAY I'M WRONG

(meme(?)/meme format lovingly stolen from this post)

it's crazy what time does to a guy.. (first self-picrew is from 2021, 2nd self picrew is from yesterday)