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• cuphead is at first VERY surprised by the praise dandy gives out so easily. at first he might've even assumed it was some kinda manipulation method, he has a knack for learning those tells eventually, but... nothing. it seemed like dandy just really liked praising people. and soon enough, cuphead becomes one of those people and decides... it's not that bad actually! this feels great!

• I also believe that cuphead purposefully SHOWS OFF in front of dandy (like that one art u posted) so he can get more praise like a golden retriever or smth 😭

• plus! cuphead showing off + dandy potentially being insecure about his weight.... cuphead likes to show off his strength by picking up dandy no problem. bridal carry piggyback slung over his arm any possible way he doesn't care. and it means physical contact which is another thing cuphead loves

• also. cuphead praise kink is something I will always be a firm believer in.

• when it comes to cuphead's education, dandy would have absolutely NO problems teaching him at all. I see dandy as an incredibly patient person, the perfect teacher for cuphead! he won't get annoyed if cuphead is slow learner, he's not the type to act insufferable abt his own intelligence either, so it's easy for cuphead to be relaxed and actually learn from him

• have u ever heard that tiktol audio that's like little girl: "I want my daddy! :(" other character: "yeah I want ur daddy too... " that's blossom and cuphead

• dandy has so many petnames for cuphead and cuphead probably calls him "bro"

• SUB CUPHEAD SUB CUPHEAD SUB CUPHEAD OH MY GOD I WILL PREACH THIS UNTIL MY DYING BREATH

•now yk I also preach brat cuphead. but if I'm being totally honest, I don't know if I could see him acting bratty with dandy? I apply brat cuphead to pupcup but I don't know if herbaltea brings out that rebellious spark in cuphead the same way🤔 it DEFINITELY still puts him in a position of finally feeling safe enough to give up control so the sub part stays

• if cuphead is ever a top, it's a service top. if we keep the little dynamic between them of cuphead absorbing knowledge from dandy like a SPONGE and mix that with his intimacy with dandy... puppy top that keeps asking if he's doing a good job and dandy just keeps feeding into that. yk. cuphead who thinks dandy is soooso sweet and patient and makes him feel so safe so he wants to repay the pleasure dandy has given him TENFOLD.... maybe a little too enthusiastically but let him have this okay virgins gotta start somewhere

• im keeping my ideas of dandy topping from how I see him in herbalshot okay. he's still the softest dom in the whole isle, taking everything slow and soft and just as sweet as cuphead wants it, but I do think he gets a little fun out of teasing cuphead.... who can blame him? big strong guy in ur bed finally feeling safe with u?? u gotta take ur time and ENJOY THIS. dandy is a pro at getting people to stop thinking via orgasm he CAN handle allat

•briefly back to cuphead and blossom! CUPHEAD INDULGES ALL OF HER WEIRD BUG INTERESTS OKAY. IF BLOSSOM WANTS TO START DIGGING UNDERGROUND GUESS WHAT CUPHEAD IS GETTING HIS HANDS DIRTY RIGHT ALONGSIDE HER. cuphead knows aaaall about being shunned for being different or weird and I don't think he particularly cares about cleanliness so them combined are coming home covered in mud with 5 new bugs in one of those little plastic carriers and being tisha's WORST NIGHTMARE

• dandy is the only one who can cook in this relationship so when cuphead is left alone with blossom for too long they probably run around at like midnight getting take out or something

• too angsty in a ask full of smut and fluff to fully get into but cuphead understanding blossoms grief over dyle all too well because of all the stuff he's been thru💔💔💔 gahhh hit them with a million bazookas

• cuphead spends so long listening to dandy talk and yap and explain things to him that he develops a voice kink. wow who said that wind's pretty strong today huh

• I can see them both being big cuddlers.... my idea of cuphead's aroaceness shows up in relationships with him not being a Particularly big fan of anything physical unless he's in the right mood for it, and kissing is a part of that. not that he hates it at all, it DOES feel good, but he doesn't want it very often. cuddling is better!

• cuphead who denies himself indulgences and thinks he doesn't deserve it vs dandy who will spoil him absolutely ROTTEN

• cuphead is used to flirting and teasing as a joke but dandy WANTS that cookie and WILL jump on any opportunity to get in his pants. cue cuphead being flustered and unprepared

• yes I'm copying the idea of aphrodisiac pollen from my herbalshot hcs it's still dandy what about it. aphrodisiacs are hot. fight me.

• cuphead gets woozy and warm and giggly off of it and dandy gets drunk off of kissing him so they're equal

• cuphead crazy dancer x trained dancer dandy

• cuphead would take blossom to do all the fun irresponsible shit the other toons in gardenview either won't LET her do or aren't available to help her with. they can commit a little crime together as a treat

• both dandy and cuphead like any positions where they're Close to eachother and able to touch a LOT. missionary is standard but also either of them riding while the other is sat up holding onto them if I'm making sense?

• cuphead is so inexperienced he isn't even Aware he can make such embarrassing noises. his dignity/pride gets in the way of being vocal at first but dandy makes it hard to stay quiet😶

• dandy has a special breed of freak where it's just as loving as it is FILTHY. cuphead comes out a different man covered in cartoony red lipstick marks and bites all over him, particularly any cracks

• cuphead adores dandy's thighs, honestly any softer bits of him that dandy himself might be insecure about. cuphead looooooves it big soft beautiful fat man all to him. thighs all day long bro

• boobjobs would go crazy. I mean cuphead probably has his assets but the main focus here is definitely dandy. fat people are so underappreciated it's crazy OFF TOPIC BUT I NEED TO SPEAK MY TRUTH HERE

• CUPHEAD CRIES DURING SEX!!!!! BOTH FROM OVERSTIMULATION AND BECAUSE DANDY IS JUST SOSO GENTLE AND SWEET EVEN TO SOMEONE LIKE HIM!!! CUPHEAD CRYING BECAUSE HE ISN'T USED TO LOVING TOUCH AND HE THINKS HE DOESN'T DESERVE IT!!!!! DANDY MAKING SURE HE'S OKAY AND ASKING TO STOP!!!! CUPHEAD WHO TELLS HIM TO GO HARDER!!!!! CRYING DURING SEX IS HOT!!!! CONSENT IS EVEN HOTTER!!!!

• godddd I don't have coherent thoughts on this but the cockwarming would go so crazyyyyyy

• bottom line of herbaltea smut: they do indeed switch but dandy gives cuphead a place to be safe and rest. it'll take him a while to accept loving like that because of all that internal baggage, but it's not like dandy will ever get impatient with him! dandy is understanding and kind in a way cuphead really needs and appreciates, he's alright with taking things slow. he loves cuphead, and wants him to be happy and comfortable first and foremost. everything else can wait. plus, it's cuphead's first time with all of this: he wants to get it right for dandy, but dandy doesn't really gaf about cuphead being the perfect physical partner! it's perfect for him if cuphead is just there! so cuphead doesn't have to act or do anything he doesn't want to, he can just exist

okay phewww this miiiight be a lot by the time I send it into ur inbox.. I'm writing this all in my notes lmao💀 this is my first time writing abt herbaltea so I REALLY REALLY hope I've gotten them right and I hope u enjoy!!!! -🪻

YESSSS YES YES YES YOU DELIVERED JUST LIKE I KNEW YOU WOULD‼️

cupheads praise thing goes SO FUCKINH HARD when paired with someone who NEVER STOPS PRAISING. and lucky me i came around to bottom cuphead all on my own so im still eating good rn >:)

AND EVERY TIME CUPHEAD BEING A VIRGIN LOSER IS ACKNOWLEDGED I JUMP FOR JOY HE HAS NOT HAD SEX A DAY IN HIS LIFE I BET HE DIDNT EVEN THINK ABOUT IT ONCE BEFORE HE CATCHES FEELINGS FOR DANDY

then he's just like "huh he looks nice without a shirt. why do i feel funny and also like i wanna bite his stomach. probably allergies."

fucking idiot /affectionate

and the aphrodisiac pollen goes so hard in conjunction with the drunk kisses, not only for the smut, but bc imagine one of them wants it to be a completely sober experience, so they can't kiss or even be in each other's faces at all and it's just TORTUREEE OUGHHHH shakes them around like a dog toy

also imma be so real i have no fucking clue what art you're referring to of cuphead showing off but YES HE FUCKING WOULD HE WOULD HE WOULD he's like a little kid showing off every new trick he learns just to get a well done

rn im lowkey imagining them as that b99 scene where jake talks abt how amy gave him a sticker for getting out of bed and when gina says "ew, it's like you're dating your teacher!" he goes "i know it's so hot"

them them them them the

I love it when Mugman.

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This tooked me less than i expected but idk why i got so invested whit this piece Anyways this is a "what if" and a personal tougth in MOTM Devil´s design And sorry but i´m not good whit rimes and this is just worst cause english isn¨t my native lenguage

EXTRA

Put them all together as one big file! (which is,,, kinda unnecessary on tumblr lul but //poses)

Well most of them, lol

-Off the bat, these versions of the characters are from @myth-of-the-machine comic by @flygutzz and @nortsauce!

-Aswell that these color pallettes are not official, these were made just by going off og character bases, and some imagination! (With the added help from others aswell! Ty! If you are reading this lol) Also would like to add that the top pieces of Bugz in drag, and Jessica I would count as redraws. So credit to Fly there

-Anywho, this was fun to draw, a good challenge, and overall pretty happy with! Though looking at it, kinda wish some things turned out differently, but it is what it is.

-That's pretty much it, hope yall enjoy, go check out the comic if you wish, and I'll cya! Buh-bye!

-ART INFO-

HEY MICKEY, MISS ME ?

ok so this is how I’m coping with motm’s latest update DEAR LORD, so the art is rushed asf but I just needed to get this concept off my mind right now!!!

essentially, like ortensia returns as cartoon cat, sonic returns as an exe version of himself (obviously it doesn’t make much sense cuz he doesn’t have the blot BUT JUST LET ME DREAM PLEASE)

here’s an alt version with the more classic exe design which I thought looked goofy lmao:

When I kill you, then my pain is over.

Your dying here and now

{Yapping under the cut}

When the Night Holds You — MOTM

Summary: You care for Sonic as he hides his injuries and exhaustion after coming back from a dangerous mission.

You tend his wounds, offer comfort, and cling to him through quiet moments of vulnerability, all while fearing the worst — until a sudden, tragic moment leaves you holding him, unsure if he’ll survive.

Pairing: Myth Sonic x Reader

Genre: Romance (Queerplatonic/Emotional Intimacy), Comfort/Hurt, Angst and Emotional Drama

Trope: "I’m Fine (Lie)", Post-Battle Vulnerability, Caretaker x Hero, Home Is a Person, Quiet Confessions Through Actions

Rating: T (Teen)

The city was quiet, washed in the soft aftermath of rain. Streets gleamed with reflections of dimmed lights, puddles trembling in the night air like the world itself hadn’t quite steadied yet. The chaos of the mission had ended, the people safe, the danger subdued — everyone celebrating a hero who walked beside you now like gravity had finally found him.

Sonic was slower.

Not just tired. Not just sore. Slower in a way that didn’t belong to him.

His usual cocky grin was still there, but it looked carved on, stretched thin over something fragile underneath. It didn’t reach his eyes. It never did when he was hurting like this.

“You look… tired,” you said gently, like saying it too loud might make it worse.

“Pfft,” he laughed, leaning back as if the weight of the world was still nothing. “I’m fine. Really.”

The word fine landed between you like something already broken.

You watched his hands. The way his fingers kept flexing, like he was testing whether they still listened. The careful way he breathed — not deep, not full. The way he kept shifting his weight, like standing still hurt more than running ever did.

“You always say that,” you murmured. “And then you end up limping. Or worse.”

Sonic shot you a sideways glance, grin flickering. “Yeah, well… someone’s gotta keep the hero image up. Can’t have the city thinking I’m…” His voice dipped, just barely. “…fragile.”

The word didn’t sound like a joke.

“Fragile isn’t the problem,” you said, stepping closer. Your hand hovered near his arm, afraid to touch and afraid not to. “You don’t have to pretend for me. Not here. Not now.”

Something in him gave, just a little.

His eyes softened, that fleeting, unguarded look only you ever got — the one that felt like being trusted with something breakable. “You… notice everything, huh?” he said quietly.

“I pay attention,” you said. “Especially to you.”

He exhaled slowly, like that cost him. His eyes closed for a heartbeat — too long — and when they opened again, there was something raw there. Not fear. Not exactly. Something closer to exhaustion at the bone.

“Okay… fine,” he said, trying for lightness and missing. “You win this round. But don’t start crying on me, alright? I’ve got a city to save, and that’s harder than it looks.”

“I’m not crying,” you whispered.

But your voice betrayed you.

“You’re too obvious,” he muttered, softer now. “But… I like it. Don’t stop noticing.”

Your hand brushed lightly over his chest.

His heart was racing.

Not the wild, energized thrum you were used to — this was uneven. Stuttering. Like it couldn’t find its rhythm again.

Your stomach dropped.

“I won’t,” you said, and it felt like a promise you didn’t know how to keep.

You knelt in front of him, not caring about the wet pavement soaking into your clothes. Your hands were steady even though your chest wasn’t.

Bruises spread under his fur like something blooming wrong. Dark. Deep. A long gash along his side had clotted, but the skin around it was angry, swollen. He’d been running on this. Fighting on this.

“You’re… taking this seriously,” Sonic said quietly.

“I always do,” you answered, pressing gauze to his side, trying not to think about how warm the blood still was. “Especially for you.”

He smiled faintly, but it didn’t hold. “I’d be fine on my own.”

The lie didn’t even sound convincing to him.

“No,” you said, firmer now, hands settling on his shoulders. “You don’t have to be. Not with me.”

His fingers brushed yours — hesitant at first, like he was asking permission to lean, then firmer when you didn’t pull away.

“I… I know,” he said, voice low, smaller than you’d ever heard it. “And I like it. You make it easier to keep going.”

That hurt more than it should have.

“You don’t have to carry this alone,” you whispered. “I’m here. Always.”

His chest rose under your hands.

Fell.

Rose again — but shallower.

He leaned forward, resting his forehead against yours, and the contact felt less like affection and more like someone trying not to fall.

“Yeah…” he murmured. “I’ll stay. For now.”

Like staying was temporary. Like everything was.

Time stretched.

The world shrank down to your hands, his breathing, the quiet between words. Sonic, who was always motion, always speed, always momentum — was still.

Too still.

You wiped dirt from his fur. Cleaned cuts. Rewrapped bandages when they soaked through faster than they should have. Every touch felt like trying to memorize him through your fingertips.

“I’m scared,” you said at last, because holding it in felt like drowning. Your hand pressed to his chest again, as if you could keep his heart in place. “Every time you go out there… I’m scared I’ll lose you.”

His grip tightened around your hands, but there wasn’t strength in it. Just need.

“You’re ridiculous,” he said automatically, but the edge was gone. It sounded tired. Fond. Sad.

“You mean it in the best way,” you replied.

He exhaled, and the sound shook. “I’ll try not to die before you notice,” he whispered.

You didn’t smile.

You leaned into him, forehead to his chest, listening to that uneven rhythm like it was a countdown you couldn’t see.

“I can’t promise you’ll never get hurt,” you said. “But I’ll always be here for you.”

“I always aim for you,” he murmured, fingers brushing weakly against your cheek. “You… you’re my cure.”

Your breath hitched painfully. “And you’re mine,” you said. “Even if I’m scared.”

He smiled — small, tired, real. “Good. Because I’m not done yet… not until I get back to you every single time.”

You wished that sounded like a promise.

It sounded like hope.

And hope had started to feel fragile.

When he stood, he leaned on you more than he meant to.

“Thanks… for being my anchor,” he said softly.

“You’re mine, too,” you answered, wrapping your arms around him before he could pretend he didn’t need it.

His hand came up to your cheek, thumb brushing there like he was trying to remember the shape of you. “Then… can I?”

You nodded.

His arms wrapped around you — careful, but tight. Desperate. Like he was holding onto the last solid thing in a world that wouldn’t stop taking.

“I should go,” he whispered. “But… I don’t want to leave you yet.”

“I don’t want you to go either,” you said, and your voice broke this time.

He pulled back just enough to look at you. His smile was faint. Wobbly.

“Then let me stay… for a second more.”

You felt it.

The moment everything tipped.

His body sagged.

Not slowly. Not gently.

All at once.

“Sonic—?”

His weight collapsed into you, and you barely caught him. His breath hitched — sharp, wrong.

“I… I’m… okay,” he gasped.

“No, you’re not!” Your voice shattered. “Please—please don’t—”

He tried to smile.

He always did.

But this time it trembled. His eyes lost focus, light flickering like something burning out.

His hands found yours, weak, barely holding on.

“I… always… try… for you…”

The words fell apart between breaths that didn’t come back.

Then—

Nothing.

No joke. No grin. No movement.

Just stillness where there had always been motion.

“Sonic?” Your voice came out small. Broken. You shook him gently. “Sonic. Please. Please wake up.”

He didn’t.

The rain kept falling.

The city lights kept shining.

And you stayed there on the wet pavement, holding the hero who saved everyone — and might have left you behind.

“Please…” you whispered against his chest, where his heart had been racing minutes ago.

“Come back.”

The night didn’t answer.

Author's note: Hello Sonic fans, how are we feeling after the new update??

I, personally, am feeling terrible.

This fic was inspired by the song Cure from Alien Stage, mostly the instrumental, the ending of the song gave me a lot of motivation to write this.

I really don't like how I wrote this one but I hope you guys enjoyed it <3

Request made by: @genisisisjustheretoday <3

Where You Come Back To — MOTM

Summary: Before a mission, you see the strain Sonic hides behind his usual confidence.

After he returns injured but pretending he’s fine, you care for him, and the quiet fear of losing him mixes with deep trust and understanding — a bond built not on stopping a hero, but on being the place he comes back to.

Pairing: Myth Sonic x Reader

Genre: Romance (Queerplatonic), Hurt/Comfort and Angst (Soft/Emotional)

Trope: Emotional Support Person, Protector Burden, Quiet Confession Through Actions, Caretaker x Reckless Hero and Post-Battle Vulnerability

Rating: T (Teen)

The first sign something was wrong was how quiet Sonic was.

Not silent — he never was — but the shape of his noise was different.

Usually, his presence filled a room like light through a window: sharp, warm, impossible to ignore. Tonight, it felt dimmed. Still there. Still bright if you looked directly at him. But flickering at the edges.

He still grinned. Still leaned back like the world owed him comfort. Still talked with that easy, cocky rhythm like nothing could ever really touch him.

But he was tying his gloves tighter than usual.

Pulling the fabric down over his wrists like he needed the pressure, like he was trying to hold something in place that didn’t want to stay still.

“You’re staring,” Sonic said, not looking at you.

You were sitting nearby, legs swinging slowly, watching him prepare like you always did before a mission.

“I’m observing,” you said gently.

“Yeah? Observation report?”

You tilted your head, watching the way his shoulders sat just a little too high. “Subject is overcompensating.”

That got a laugh out of him — bright, easy, practiced.

“Hey, I always look this good under pressure.”

But he didn’t look at you when he said it.

You got up and walked over. The closer you got, the more you could see the tells: the tightness in his jaw, the way his fingers flexed like he was already bracing for impact, the faint drag in his breath he thought he was hiding.

“You don’t have to pretend before you even leave,” you said softly.

He finally met your eyes.

And there it was — that flicker. That quick, guarded softness he only ever let you see.

“I’m not pretending,” he said, voice lighter than the moment deserved. “I’m just… setting the vibe.”

You didn’t smile.

He did, but it faltered at the edges.

Your hand came up, resting over the center of his chest. You could feel the steady thud beneath your palm — fast, strong, alive.

“I know this is what you choose,” you told him. “I know you’d go even if I asked you not to.”

His expression gentled.

“Yeah,” he said quietly. “I would.”

It didn’t hurt because he said it cruelly.

It hurt because he said it honestly.

“But,” he added, covering your hand with his, thumb brushing once over your knuckles, “I also choose to come back.”

Your throat tightened.

“That’s not always up to you.”

A beat of silence passed between you — heavy, real, shared.

Sonic bumped his forehead lightly against yours, playful but careful.

“Hey,” he murmured. “Don’t go borrowing trouble from tomorrow. I’ve got today handled.”

You closed your eyes for a moment, breathing him in, memorizing the warmth, the steadiness, the stupid confidence that both comforted and terrified you.

“Come back,” you whispered.

He smiled against your skin.

“Always try to.”

When they brought him back, he was walking.

That was the first lie.

The second was his smile.

“See?” he called when he spotted you. “Still in one piece.”

You were already moving.

Your heart was in your throat, pounding so hard your hands felt numb. He met you halfway, but slower than usual. Too measured. Too controlled.

Your hands were on him before you even realized it — his arms, his sides, his back — checking, searching, counting.

“I’m fine,” he said, softer now, like the words were meant only for you.

Your fingers brushed his side and he flinched.

Small.

Fast.

But you felt it.

Your hands came away warm. Swelling. Damage he’d decided didn’t count.

“Sit,” you said.

“No need—”

“Sonic.”

That did it.

He sat. Shoulders sagging just a little the moment he stopped holding himself so rigid.

You knelt in front of him. Your hands were gentle but unyielding as you peeled back torn fabric, loosened gloves, lifted the edge of his shirt.

Bruises bloomed dark under his skin. A deep cut along his side had clotted badly. His breathing was just a little too shallow, each inhale careful.

“You said you were fine,” you murmured, voice shaking despite how hard you tried to keep it steady.

“I am,” he insisted, breath hitching when you cleaned the wound. “You should see the other guy.”

Your hands didn’t stop moving — cleaning, wrapping, pressing gauze down with care that bordered on reverence.

“You don’t have to be brave with me,” you said quietly.

He didn’t answer right away.

His fingers hovered near you before finally resting against your shoulder — light, unsure.

“I’m not being brave,” he said.

A small pause.

“I’m trying not to scare you.”

That broke something open in your chest.

You leaned in, pressing your forehead gently to his chest, right over where his heartbeat thudded — fast, stubborn, alive.

“I’m already scared,” you admitted. “Every time.”

His hand moved into your hair, hesitant at first, then steady.

“I know,” he said.

No jokes.

No grin.

Just him.

“But I can’t stop,” he continued. “If I don’t go, someone else gets hurt. And I can live with pain.”

His fingers tightened slightly.

“I can’t live with that.”

You pulled back just enough to look at him, eyes bright.

“I don’t want you to stop being you,” you said. “I just… want you to come home to me after.”

The word home hung between you.

Sonic’s expression softened in a way that made him look younger. More tired. More real.

“I always aim for you,” he said quietly.

Your hand came up to his face, thumb brushing carefully under his eye.

“You don’t have to carry everything alone,” you whispered.

“I know,” he said, leaning into your touch.

“But it’s easier when I know you’re here to catch me after.”

You finished wrapping the bandage, hands lingering a moment longer than necessary.

“Then let me,” you said.

He smiled — not the cocky one, not the mission one.

The yours one.

“Yeah,” he murmured.

You helped him stand, his weight leaning into you without argument this time. His arm draped around your shoulders. Yours around his waist, careful of the injury.

Fragile.

Not weak — just someone who saves others and still needs someone to walk beside him.

You moved slowly together.

Not because he couldn’t go faster.

But because neither of you wanted to be the first to let go.

Author's note: One of my siblings requested this one after the new update, so I just had to write something for them and for everyone else that likes and misses Sonic.

My sister asked me what song I was listening to while writing about Sonic, and for this one it was Mystery of Love, I got some inspiration from the song as well.

I hope you guys enjoyed it <3

| Fandom : MOTM – original creators : @myth-of-the-machine, @flygutzz, @nortsauce  || Pairing : Mugman x Boris (MugMutt) 

||| Warnings : minor character death if you squint your eyes and jump on one leg during a full blue moon (searchers lol), tons of mentions of blood because boris needs to eat ok?! Filthy boys. Sex? NO MERCY WE DIE LIKE BETAS 

i saw on an earlier post that was talking about how hurt the cast are on a scale of 1-10, and I was wondering why mugman is a 9?

is it because he used all his soul liquid? or is it something else?

if Cuphead had his body right now but the same amount of soul, would he also be a 9?

thanks, love ur comic ❤️❤️❤️

Well cuphead is dead so he'd be an 11

But mugman is on the verge of passing out. He's weak, tired, running on pure adrenaline and about to vomit at any second

Like as soon as he feels safe, he's passing out. Asleep! Out like a light!