#cuphead and mugman

I loved the series! I think they are very cute and made me want to draw them…

I could never finish the game so my brothers bought it so I could do it ✨

An Aggie session with my pals Kali and Boxtrowi

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I’ve struggled with even considering this (mainly because I don’t think I’m good enough to do this) but after realizing that I need to start making some $$$ on the side I decided that I would give it a try!

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So! Here we are!! I know the formatting is iffy but I’m sure you know the lingo for this. If not,

(Headshot = head to shoulders)

(Half = up to hips)

(Full = Full)

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Now as for the Comic/BG prices. I know the Comic one seems too pricey but comics do require much more work and attention. Seeing as how it will involve panels and depending on what you want, OCs and BGs too

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So I have been pretty dead here lol sorry about that all! Not sure anyone cares bu I made a new tumblr with asks and everything! So if you all wanna drop by please do. I have done already one ask and waiting for mor to come in. Pretty excited about this

@askcupbon is the new tumblr. I shall await your asks!! Woo!

The cuphead show is amazing! Now I get to draw my pals with their favourite characters ❤️

CUPHEAD, MUGMAN & Mr EARL GREY (Style Cuphead Show)

Art: Dayi Perez Satanakia

Cuphead & Mugman © Studio MDHR

Earl Grey © Witchcraf-Toon

SHOWGIRL!!!

(Style The Cuphead Show)

Art: Dayi Perez Satanakia

Cuphead & Mugman © Studio MDHR

Belly Creamy © Witchcraf-Toon

_{Disclaimer: In this written entry series, there will be journal entries from most of the goons, explaining how they got to the point they are currently at in their senior year. This series will feature strong language, sensitive topics of bullying and abuse, as well as dealing with sexuality. I will be drawing pictures to go with these as I continue to write them. Feel free to send asks about these as well! I hope you enjoy!} 

Dear Baby Blue,

I guess I should uh…introduce myself, make this less weird or something. My name is Sonic the hedgehog. I’m uh…I was recommended by my guidance counselor to write about myself. I know it seems kinda weird to do so as an 18 almost 19 year old now but uh…I have been through a lot of shit. So he said a good outlet to finally grasp all of the feelings and emotions I have dealt with would be through the form of writing so I guess that’s what we will do.

Where do I even begin with this…?

As a child, I always felt different. I seemed to stand out amongst everyone and people only looked at me for the talents I had, or the happy face I put on for everyone to see. But it always messed with me, as if I wasn’t truly being myself or doing what I wanted to do.

This all started when I was younger. I was supposedly “blessed”, according to my mom, with super speed, which helped me in sports. This caused many sports teams to want me to be involved with their program. Kids seemed to like me and wanted to be my friend and for awhile, I was really into it, but as time went on…it didn’t feel the same.

They started me when I was just a small toddler in simple things like T-ball and tumbling, but when I got to be 6 or 7, I began to start sports like football and track. Naturally as someone of my age to have the speed I had, I excelled and moved up in the ranks. Even won state and nationals with track and led our junior football team to win their first ever championship.

But it wasn’t until my neighbors whom I would call my very dear friends moved in next to us, where I began to feel a little bit more like myself.

It was the summer before 3rd grade when I noticed Elder Kettle standing outside of his doorstep, talking to two adults. I was assuming they were his children? Elder Kettle was someone who was well respected in the community, and really had the best advice for all of us kids who lived in the area.

It was strange to see him look solemn and disappointed, since he always had a smile on his face. The conversation between the adults led to some yelling from the two others followed by the woman crying into her hands. The other man walked back to the car and opened up the backdoor, two dish children coming out. One of them had on a plaid dress with a bow tied to the back of their head while the other wore some overalls and a blue shirt. They held hands and walked up to the front door step where the woman dish and Elder Kettle stood.

They looked to be my age roughly, and while one looked very mousy, the other looked deadpan but seemed to have a good hold on his sibling’s hand. The one who I assumed to be the father, opened up the trunk of the car and grabbed two suitcases and dragged them up to the porch, before they all entered the house, closing the door.

I didn’t know what to think, whether I should have been worried about the couple or excited to meet some new children who didn’t know about me and my past achievements. I remember running inside to my mom and tugging on her long purple hair.

“Mom! Elder Kettle was like…talking to some adults and they had two kids and I think they are moving in! Do you think they wanna be friends?”

“Aww sweetie, who wouldn’t wanna be friends with you?” she smiled and poked my nose. “Maybe we can make some cookies and bring them over.”

“Today???”

“Mmm how about we give them some time to settle. Why don’t we bring them some tomorrow? You, me and Tails can go over there and introduce ourselves.”

I remember groaning but complying with her suggestion, hardly being able to sleep that night. I don’t know why but I felt like the two kids I saw were different from the ones who I played with on the football team or ran with. Even the kids at school weren’t really genuine. I felt like people only liked me cause I had something to offer them.

That definitely was confirmed when we went over to Elder Kettle’s house the next day. My mom, Tails and I had baked some homemade snickerdoodles and signed a welcome card for them. Elder Kettle was humbled and ushered us inside, gesturing us to take a seat on the couch.

My mother set down the cookies and card on the coffee table as Tails hopped on the couch next to her, leaning his head on her arm. I looked around and also took a seat, anxious to meet the two children I saw just the day before.

Elder Kettle went to the stairs and put a hand up to his mouth. “China! Mugman! We have guests here who want to meet you!”

As the two kids walked down the stairs, I couldn’t help but to smile wide. I was so excited, I jumped off the couch and approached them, holding out both of my hands.

“Hi! I’m Sonic! It’s nice to meet you guys!”

I noticed the one with the dress kept their stare on the floor, gently grabbing my hand while the other looked me directly in the eyes and shook my hand. He was the one to speak.

“It’s nice to meet you, Sonic.”

“Sonic lives next door with his younger brother Tails and their mother Ms. Aleena. I have known them since they were just little toddlers.”

“Yes, it has been so nice to have Elder Kettle here. And we can’t wait to get to know you kids better as well.” my mom smiled as she rubbed Tails’ head.

“Why don’t you guys go play outside and get some fresh air! It’s a beautiful day and kids like you should be getting some sunlight!” Elder Kettle smiled.

My mom only agreed and tapped Tails to come join us, which he did and took my hand. The two others followed us as we went outside.

Now Baby blue, you are probably telling me that right now I am just rambling about my past but let me tell you that there are important things I need to note here.

As soon as we got outside, the one who I assumed to be Mugman, turned to me and Tails and said; “For clarification, Elder Kettle doesn’t know my brother’s real name. It’s not China. It’s Cuphead.”

I titled my head in confusion. Brother? Then why did he wear dresses and bows? As far as I was told when I was younger, boys didn’t wear those kinds of clothes.

“It’s complicated. But I hope soon he can get my name right.” Cuphead spoke out for the first time. His voice was very quiet and soft, and he pressed his two index fingers together.

“Is it annoying to wear dresses?” Tails also spoke up.

“Yes…it really is but my mom didn’t like it when I talked about wanting to wear the clothes Mugman wore.”

“Look, we don’t have to make a big deal out of it. Just, call him Cuphead.” Mugman crossed his arms.

I looked from the two of them and couldn’t help but to smile again.

“You guys are really cool. Wanna play some baseball?”

And from there, we all really hit it off. As months passed by, we would go over to each other’s houses and play video games or play outside. We also loved to ride our skateboards and bikes around the neighborhood, pretending to go on missions and stuff.

We were inseparable really. All of us kinda grew close to each other. But, it was apparent that Cuphead was more open about talking than Mugman. Sometimes Mugman didn’t even want to come outside. Apparently, he wanted to read or play his instruments. It made me curious honestly, I always felt like he didn’t really like me. Maybe it was because of how deadpanned he looked or how he just really didn’t chime into the conversations me and the others had.

Actually, Tails had more luck talking to him than me, since they both liked science and all that jazz. So while me and Cup would play with some action figures, they would make some soda pop rockets or something.

I found myself feeling…jealous.

I didn’t understand why at the time and we will definitely explore that later on in this journal but at that time, I really felt like I needed to do something to get Mugman to like me and talk to me more.

I remember one time about a week before 3rd grade started for us, Cuphead was over my house and I was letting him borrow some of my clothes so he could wear them once he got to school to make him feel more comfortable. I sat on my bed while he looked in the mirror and began to ask questions about Mugs.

“Does your brother always look like that?”

“Like what?”

“Like…he wants to beat me up…”

“Oh…yeah? But he isn’t mean! He is actually really sweet! Just kinda shy and to himself. I think once you really get him talking then he can open up.”

That made me think and begin to come up with a plan. Cuphead explained how him and Elder Kettle were going to go school shopping and how Mugs wanted to stay home to work on some music the following day, so I decided I would try to talk to him that day. By myself.

I will admit, I was really nervous. I had no idea what the fuck I was doing, but I just knew that I wanted to pick his brain and for him to at least smile at me, since I seemed to make everyone else around me smile.

I put the plan in motion the following day, watching as Elder Kettle and Cup got into his old car and rode off. I gave it about 5 minutes just in case the two had forgotten something and needed to come back to get it.

That was when I made my way over to their house, pausing at the door. In that moment I felt so much nervousness and guilt, but also this strange sense of excitement. I had already gone through with this plan, and I wasn’t about to stop now.

So I knocked on the door and waited.

My legs were shaking and my hands tapped rapidly against my sides. I also began to pace around while I waited, contemplating if this was actually going to work.

I hadn’t realized that in the midst of all of this, the door opened and Mugs stood there, watching me make a fool of myself.

“Ahem.”

He completely caught me off guard and I threw my arms up in the air.

“Argh! You scared me!”

“Shouldn’t it be the other way around? You look like you are plotting to rob my house.” he said this so calmly and it got a bit of a chuckle out of me.

“Naw, I was just coming to see how you guys were doing and stuff and if you wanted to hang or whatever.”

“Oh. Well, Cuphead isn’t home. He and Elder Kettle went out to do some school shopping.”

“Ah…I see…bummer!”

“Yeah but uh, I can let him know you stopped by?”

No no, this isn’t what I wanted. I needed to really get things rolling before this would be a failure.

“Actually! I was haha…uh…I was coming to see if…well you know…we could hang out? I mean if you want to and stuff. I understand if you are busy-”

“Oh, uh…sure?”

Woah what?

“Wait, really?”

“Sure, come on in I guess…” he opened the door more and stepped to the side. I couldn’t help but to smile as I walked in. He closed the door behind me and cleared his throat.

“Do you want a drink or something?”

“Oh, naw I’m good!”

“Okay then.”

We stood there, nodding at each other. I had the stupidest grin on my face while he began to form a grin himself, before the two of us busted out in laughter.
“What are we doing right now?” I asked and laughed.

“I don’t know! You started it!” He laughed and I couldn’t help but to notice how nice his smile looked and how nice his laugh sounded. In that moment, all those fears I had about him hating me vanished, and I found myself feeling content in his presence.

“I guess I did huh? Ahem so uh, what do you do for fun around here?”

“Well, I don’t know if you or the others would call it fun but, I like to write my own songs and stuff.”

“Woah what, you write music? Cuphead told me you played instruments but I didn’t know about you writing songs! That’s amazing!”

Right after I said that, Mug’s face lit up and I spotted a hint of a rosy tint forming in his cheeks as his smile grew.

“You think so…?”

“Heck yeah dude! You gotta let me hear some!”

Before he could even answer, I took his hand and I ran up the stairs with him, laughing as he began to laugh as well. He pointed to the door that had his name on it and when we opened it, I was greeted with the sight of bookshelves filled with numerous dictionaries and old literature and on the sides hung up a few different instruments, including a clarinet, a saxophone and a violin. But he led me to what seemed to be his favorite; the piano.

We both sat down on the bench and out of curiosity, I pressed a key and it made a sound.

“Woah! I have never played piano before. All I have done is try to teach myself guitar!” I smiled and continued to play around with different keys. Mugs just watched me with a calm smile before opening the book that sat on top of the instrument.

“Would you like to hear me play a song of mine?”

“Yeah of course!”

The handwriting was nice and neat, and I couldn’t really understand the keys and notes that correlated with it, but as he began playing, it was as if the heavens opened up and the angels began to play their instruments along with him. His eyes were closed and he moved his hands so freely on the keyboard. All I could do was admire how he worked, and feel this sense of pride that I could be the one to hear this from him.

But what really caught me off guard was when he began to sing the lyrics he wrote. His voice itself was like an angel, and I felt something in my gut warm up as I smiled and giggled a bit. It was a natural reaction but he stopped and looked at me.

“Aaa is it bad? I know I don’t have the best singing voice and all-”

“No no! It was great! I just…wow…I hadn’t heard anything like that really.”

I meant it too. It was so fascinating that just this morning, I thought this kid barely talked and when he did, it was going to end up with someone getting hurt. What a stupid assumption that was.

“You really think so Sonic?”

“Yeah I do…I bet you will make great music and be famous one day. I am calling it now!”

“Now let’s not get ahead of ourselves ehehe…” Mugman scratched the side of his head and chuckled. We looked at each other and smiled. For the first time, I felt butterflies.

I didn’t understand it then, but all I wanted to do after that time was spend more time with Mugman. Of course, I loved spending time with Cuphead as well and our little group we had, but I felt like I couldn’t really see Mugman as his authentic self unless it was just the two of us.

So whenever Cuphead and Elder Kettle had an errand to run, I would go over to and hang out with Mugs. We would write music together, play instruments, and I would even manage to get him outside and teach him how to do things like skateboard or flip.

Seemed like things between us were really going in the right direction right?

Well, let’s just say as the years passed by and school carried on, things between us got more complicated.

I think I will spare you the details for now but get into it next time. So I guess, until next time.

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