A tree on fire after a lightning strike

Mugs and Matchstick 

part 2

Steve is here to steal yo’ heart

Theres a lot Im working on right now but Cuphead finally came out on the switch and I got to play for the first time! I’ve watched so many playthroughs but playing it is so much fun. 

Currently Im stuck on the Carnival Crew and IM NOT LOOKING FORWARD TO FIGHTING THIS BOY.

Id been wanting to try doing simple watercolor stuff again and well, Cuphead has always been inspiration to get back into traditional mediums so thought one of the bosses would be the perfect subject to paint.

Hope you all enjoy this lil wibbly Grim. Please give him lots of hugs!

dreams about dreams

more on my instagram @matialonsor

Incoming cuphead spam. 

I just needed to get some cuphead out of my sysssteeeeem.

Sebastian Crespo. Tungurahua, Ecuador. 2010

Inkwell Isle 1 | Inkwell Isle 2 Inkwell Isle 3 | Inkwell Hell Commission Info | My Art Tag

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On a Scale of 1 - Frustrated Starters

“Could you not do that?”

“What the hell is this?”

“I’m just a little angry right now, so if you could…”

“Excuse me? What?”

“I don’t want to be doing this now!”

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“Move, I need to punch something.”

“Nothing I’ve been doing is working.”

“I know you’re upset, but maybe you need a break.“

“I get it, it’s frustrating, but you can do this.”

“The next person I see is going to be met with some unpleasant backlash.”

“Why are people idiots?!”

“How stupid do you have to be…?!”

“You’re grumbling a lot to yourself.”

“I’m not spending the rest of my day in a foul mood because of you. We’re sorting this out now.”

“This is aggravating as all hell.”

“You’re infuriating.”

“Are you having a bad day or are you just naturally an ass?”

“It’s called having a bad day. I get it.”

“Leave my general vicinity unless you feel like a fight.”

“You’re mad. I make a good punching bag. Let’s work this off.”

“I can’t think clearly right now.”

“Nope, not dealing with this. Nope I refuse.”

“Not in the mood for this right now.”

“Frustrated. Angry. Go away. Not in the mood.”

By Barbara A Diener

Grim couldn’t take it anymore. Mugman may be upset with him after this, but he couldn’t bear the thought of something horrible happening to Mugman because he didn’t know what to do. He knew someone who would though. Grim’s tail gently yet firmly wrapped around Mugman’s waist and he flapped his wings, rearing for take-off.  “I-I-I-I’m t-t-t-taking y-y-y-you t-t-t-to s-s-s-so-so-ome one wh-wh-wh-who will kn-kn-kn-know wh-wh-wh-what to do!!” Was Grim tearing up over this? Yes, absolutely he was, he didn’t want Mugman to be mad at him, but he couldn’t stand the thought of someone he cared about getting hurt.

[allhailmuggod with a broken mug's here] "Hey, Grim! Can I ask you somethin'?"

Grim was busy watching over the second isle as normal. He so very much enjoyed watching the children go around in their costumes from ride to ride to get candy. It absolutely warmed his heart. Of course, he heard someone enter, he listened closely for the other to call him.

Instead, Grim caught a whiff of dog-rose tea, and naturally, his tail started waggling. He knew exactly who it was based on the scent alone. It was Mugman, paying him a visit. Thump thump thump went his tail. It was a little stronger than normal, but Grim hadn’t given it much thought. 

When he heard Mugman’s voice, Grim naturally turned his head to look at the other and…his eyes widened in horror the moment he saw his face. Tears instantly pricked the corners of his eyes.“M-M-M-M-Mugman!! I-I-I-I– W-w-w-what ha-h-ha-ha-h-appened?! T-to y– y-y-y-your face!! I-I-I– M-M-Mu–a-a-a-are you o-o-o, a-are y-y-you o-o-o-okay?!” What a foolish question, how could he be okay, he was losing the essence of his soul every passing moment.

@allhailmuggod

allhailmuggod

“Oh, not much, really. I just,“ Mug paused, coming up with the right words, "was wondering how long have you been living here. Maybe you’ve got a chance to see some other ceramic beings treating similar wounds or somethin’. Don’t worry if you didn’t, I am just makin’ sure.”

Grim shook his head.  “E-e-e-even if I was alive w-w-w-when ceramic beings w-w-w-ere common, I-I-I n-n-n-never really left th-th-th-the castle, s-s-s-so I-I-I-I w-w-w-ouldn’t...” Grim began to scrape the tip of his claw against another claw. “I-I-I-I mean, I-I-I-I think Dj-Dj-Dj-Djimmi w-w-w-as probably a-a-a-alive, b-b-b-but he wasn’t on I-I-I-Inkwell, a-a-and--!” He couldn’t stop staring at his poor friend. He wanted so badly to help, but he didn’t know how to!! Any enchanted objects he may have had may do more harm than good in this situation if used improperly, and he didn’t know how to use them!! “Y-y-y-you n-n-n-need help!!” 

[allhailmuggod with a broken mug's here] "Hey, Grim! Can I ask you somethin'?"

Grim was busy watching over the second isle as normal. He so very much enjoyed watching the children go around in their costumes from ride to ride to get candy. It absolutely warmed his heart. Of course, he heard someone enter, he listened closely for the other to call him.

Instead, Grim caught a whiff of dog-rose tea, and naturally, his tail started waggling. He knew exactly who it was based on the scent alone. It was Mugman, paying him a visit. Thump thump thump went his tail. It was a little stronger than normal, but Grim hadn’t given it much thought. 

When he heard Mugman’s voice, Grim naturally turned his head to look at the other and…his eyes widened in horror the moment he saw his face. Tears instantly pricked the corners of his eyes.“M-M-M-M-Mugman!! I-I-I-I– W-w-w-what ha-h-ha-ha-h-appened?! T-to y– y-y-y-your face!! I-I-I– M-M-Mu–a-a-a-are you o-o-o, a-are y-y-you o-o-o-okay?!” What a foolish question, how could he be okay, he was losing the essence of his soul every passing moment.

@allhailmuggod

Ball Fall

The carnival was finished with it’s Halloween Haunt decorations. The Baroness was already on her way back to the Sugarland Castle, most of the rides were teeming with horror decor, and the workers…were all in the break tent discussing the invitations they all received. “Just what does Mr. Devil think he’s doin’?! Throwin’ a fancy masquerade ball and inviting darn near everyone on the isle!! Including us ex-debtors!!” Wally squawked. “I don’t trust it. I don’t like it. I don’t like it at all.” “I agree. I mean, I’m not the smartest guy around, but even I can tell this is a trap!” Beppi pitched. “Dj-Dj-Dj-Djimmi, can’t you see i-i-into the future and see what he’s planning?” Djimmi shook his head at Grim’s question.  “Sorry, pal!” There was a poof of blue-green smoke and a binder with the word ‘SCRIPT’ in red appeared in Djimmi’s hand that he flipped through. “The script hasn’t been written out for that week yet.” After a few more moments of flipping through, Djimmi threw the binder over his shoulder, where a cat screamed in pain off-screen as the screen shook. Grim sighed at the response, ears drooping somberly.  “Did anyone else get called by Mugman?” Beppi asked. “I know Cuphead called Bonnie, but it wasn’t exactly a sweet reception!” “O-o-o-oh!! D-d-d-did Bon Bon finally get ph-ph-ph-phones up and running in Sugarland?!” “Uh, no. That’s why it was a poor reception.” 

“Are we gonna decide what we’re doin’ or what? I’ve gotta give Junior a you-know-what tonight!” “Right, right,” Beppi said. “This is obviously a trap.” “B-b-b-but Cuphead and Mugman w-w-w-want some of us to go as well,” Grim added. “Right. In case the Devil pulls something, they can have back up to stop him.” “I don’t see what the big deal is! If they beat the Devil once, they can do it again, right?” Djimmi disappeared in a puff of blue-green smoke again. He spiraled around for a few moments, only to reappear wearing a flower button-up shirt and a pair of sunglasses, holding a tan mirror. “Why not take it easy for a while?” He joked as he sat back in his lawn chair. Wally only rolled his eyes at Djimmi’s antics. “Just because they did it once doesn’t mean they should have to fight a hard fight again. There’s strength in numbers, after all.” Beppi sighed at that. “He’s right…” He felt guilty for this. “But I’m not gonna go.” “Wh- Beppi.” Wally scolded. “Look, don’t get me wrong, I want to help, but, I’m a pacifist. I’m all wet at fighting, and I’d just be in the way. I don’t wanna get involved.” Grim looked down at that. “I-I-I-I’m with B-B-B-Beppi o-o-o-on this…” Grim’s ears drooped lowly, heavy with the weight of his guilt. “I-I-I-I don’t like fighting neither. A-a-a-and i-i-i-if I were t-t-t-to get involved, I-I-I-I would probably j-j-j-just hurt the people w-w-w-we’re trying to protect.” Grim moved his neck away to avert the gaze of the others. “A ball i-i-i-is no place for a dragon…” “You…can’t be serious! I can’t go! I’ve gotta watch Junior!!” “Well, then I’ll go!!” Djimmi chimed in. “After all,” In a poof of smoke,  Djimmi transformed into a fancy suit protector with a hanger sticking out from the top. “We can’t leave poor Cuphead and Mugman hanging!!” Beppi cackled at the joke. “Will you two take this seriously?!” Wally screeched, causing Grim to shrink back.  “I am though! You can watch Puphead, and I can stand on guard!” Djimmi twirled around in his blue-green smoke once more and transformed into a small army of soldiers standing at attention. “Alright then…I’ll watch Puphead and Junior, and you go to the Devil’s Ball…” Wally nodded.

Help?! Him?! He didn’t know what to do!! He was security, not a nurse!! Just what was he supposed to do?!  “W-w-w-what d-d-d-do y-y-y-you need m-m-m-me t-t-t-to do?!” Not only was he trying not to cry, but he was also trying not to raise his voice in his panic, but in times like this, his volume could easily get away from him. 

[allhailmuggod with a broken mug's here] "Hey, Grim! Can I ask you somethin'?"

Grim was busy watching over the second isle as normal. He so very much enjoyed watching the children go around in their costumes from ride to ride to get candy. It absolutely warmed his heart. Of course, he heard someone enter, he listened closely for the other to call him.

Instead, Grim caught a whiff of dog-rose tea, and naturally, his tail started waggling. He knew exactly who it was based on the scent alone. It was Mugman, paying him a visit. Thump thump thump went his tail. It was a little stronger than normal, but Grim hadn’t given it much thought. 

When he heard Mugman’s voice, Grim naturally turned his head to look at the other and…his eyes widened in horror the moment he saw his face. Tears instantly pricked the corners of his eyes.“M-M-M-M-Mugman!! I-I-I-I– W-w-w-what ha-h-ha-ha-h-appened?! T-to y– y-y-y-your face!! I-I-I– M-M-Mu–a-a-a-are you o-o-o, a-are y-y-you o-o-o-okay?!” What a foolish question, how could he be okay, he was losing the essence of his soul every passing moment.

@allhailmuggod

No, hon. I'm talking about a concoction made of acetone, turpentine, and paint thinner designed for the express purpose of killing Toons. ((WFRR verse or no, I don't think any Toon would want any part of that.))

“Oh!! Th-th-th-that dip!! W-w-w-well, that stuff is u-u-u-usually monitored b-b-b-by Mr. Chad a-a-a-nd Mr. Jarod, so w-w-w-we shouldn’t h-h-h-have to w-w-w-worry about anything like that.”