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Post 8 facts about your muse and then tag 8 people to do the same! I was tagged by @bonkakira-and-friends

– The Repairman, having been left alone by his creators since his drawing in the 30s, still has the same voice, vintage audio quality and all.

– Speaking of voices, I think I found a good kind of vague idea for the Repairman: think like ZACHxFULLER (may change in the future).

– Marie probably has the voice of Vicki Winters, as heard in Crash 2.

– Marie is ridiculously strong, but seldom seems to be aware of it.

– The Repairman is actually wanted for theft in a few worlds. He is oblivious to this, though, because at the time, he say it as “stuff that was just lying there.” He didn’t learn to be more careful about picking up “stuff that’s just lying there” until around the 80s.

– While the Repairman is scared of getting his inky body mixed up, Marie is afraid of heights. Unfortunate for a Toon, ain’t it?

– Marie uses a modern non-copyright-infringing smartphone, while the Repairman uses an old yellow rotary phone.

– Marie is far more comfortable around more realistic/rotoscoped/mocapped Toons than the Repairman is.

Tagging: @shinkothetoongirl, @xhcly-shenanigansx, @rcse-garden, @marinadelray124, @vel0ursr0uge, @andy-squirrel, @the-phinal-lap, @askraviostuff

Marie’s voice came over the phone. “Um, hello, Bowyetta? Yeah, um… we’re kinda lost in a forest, and Repairman’s not taking it well.” In the background, Mr. Sir was laughing nervously (“The siren can’t be wrong! I’m SURE it’s this way!”) “So, you kinda look like you’re from this place, can you help at all?”

monokuro-adventures:

Bowyetta was already preparing to hop through the void as Marie spoke. “Please do not being worried, Miss Marie!” she assured her. “No one is knowing of the Forest Maze better than Bowyetta! She will be there faster than you can be saying… Um, right. Bowyetta will being there soon.”

With that, Bowyetta put her phone away and hopped through the void back to her home world.

“Heh, maybe there’s just a turn HERE!” the Repairman pointed, finger shaking, at yet another identical path.

“Please hurry!” Marie said into her smartphone before hanging up. She gently tried to sit the Repairman down.

“Hey, hang on, Bowyetta’s coming, and…”

“Bowyetta’s coming here?! What if she gets lost too?! I gotta find a way through NOW before she gets…”

Marie pinched the space between her eyes as the Repairman kept raving and ranting, endlessly looping in the spot they were in.

Songbird
wiped the worst of the soot off of her face so she’d be able to see
again. Just in time to watch the lock disintegrate from the door which
swung open with a soft creak. She timidly walked to the door and
inspected it before stepping out and unfurling her wings. She still
wanted to be quiet, so her victorious chirp was quiet, but certainly
loud enough for the repairman to hear.

But the two of them could
also her her captor was back and had discovered the boards across the
door. Songbird visibly shrunk back at the banging then tried to grab the
repairman’s hand and run; only for her hand to go through his.

“You know, I work hard each and every day, and all I get– hmm?”

The Repairman interrupted his tirade to look at the bird, and finally saw that the lock was gone. He coughed awkwardly.

“Well, there goes my Acme sponsorship,” he muttered, before jumping at the sound of Songbird’s captor banging on the door. Ah, right. They still had to escape.

Plop.

He looked down at the small puddle of ink Songbird accidentally took off when she tried running. He scooped it up somewhat sheepishly and turned to her.

“Where can we go?” the Repairman asked, frantically. He hadn’t looked around the room enough to even see if there was a window. He pointed to the barricaded door. “Tell me that’s not the only exit!”

He giggles mischievously.  The fourth wall was his favorite target!

“Hey man, I’m just letting these lovely readers know that you’re job and service should be appreciated!”

“Oh, that’s fine, just…”

He slowly turned to look up at the clown.

“…You’re not gonna stop, are you?” he asked, resigning himself to his fate.

askcupheadthings:

@askthefwrp liked for a starter!

Cuphead sighed as he sat down in a tree outside his house. He was tired from running around all day and was planning on taking a nap in that very same tree. He stretched and yawned. “Man I’m beat. Haven’t been runnin’ round like that since I was collectin’ contracts. Wouldn’t have had ta run around as much if da players were good at da game.”

The Repairman felt oddly…at home. Wasn’t this a video game world of some kind?

“Hey, um, Repairman,” Marie piped up, “…should everything be…so…weird?”

“…Yep. Your generation didn’t create the world of craziness, kid.”

They moved towards the crack in the wall, and encountered…a boy with a cup for a head?

“Oh, hi there!” the Repairman waved, as Marie warily hung back to make sure this was okay.

@alinkbetweenportraits

“Saucers? You don’t have to do that.”

“I
think everyone would be more than happy to see you two again! And you
have to tell me about the strange countries you visited recently. My
kids can’t get enough of the stories, they’re even drawing pictures of
them.”

“…Oh wow!” the Repairman exclaimed. “You’ll have to show me these drawings!”

He beamed with pride, much to Marie’s confusion. He caught her eye and cleared his throat.

“Ah, a-anyway, we were just coming from a place called Inkwell Isle…”

“…Can I have my bow back, please?”

“Huh? OH! Here! Now, let’s go get cleaned up! I hear Scrub-Niggurath is giving a discount to bloblike creatures this week!”

[[And so the belated and not-well-done conclusion to the Blended arc is here. Keep in mind, if we had threads or ask chains going prior, we can continue those if you like!]]

So I got a terrible idea…

[[What if those irritating “never ending” songs cause afflictions in Toons. Imagine a character literally unable to stop singing the Song that Never Ends, no matter how much they want to (forms of communication other than vocal speech are unaffected by this). Imagine other Toons, if kept near the afflicted one, slowly getting the urge to join in song…

The only cure is to somehow get them to stop singing, whether the means involve a mute button or a blow to the head.]]