#alexresponds

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feral fuck lol

no u

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Cogsworth in C2 outfit and B2 accessories

😭he looks like he's about to chop some wood

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Lumiere E1 😳 for the outfit one

perceives disrespectfully

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Wait, if Cogsworth is a loaf man, does that make Lumiere the bread stick man?

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Heyo! Sorry for being late and I'm terribly sorry if my grammar is a bit odd, English isn't my native language- but I wanted to thank you for being an inspiration for me and my brother! Your art of Luca and Guillia stimming is really, really amazing and it made me happy stim! I want to thank you for inspiring me to try and connect with my brother more, it means a lot to me! Please take care of yourself and remember to drink water if you haven't! I hope you're doing well and I hope you have a really great day!

op it is imperative that you know I haven't been able to type a response for the past 10 minutes because I've spent that time happy-stimming with my hands!! I'M!!! OVERJOYED!!! I'm so touched and happy that my little Luca + Giulia stimmy doodles had that kind of impact!! Have a great day yourself, and I wish nothing but happy days for you and your brother. <3 P.S: Your English is great!

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um. umm. could we see lumiere in the 1b dress and the 3c hat?

heeeere ya go!

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19 and 24 ? I crave angst 🥲

Well, since you didn’t really specify the ship I’ll just be led to assume it's the ship from the current fandom I’m in. Strap in. ---- title: It Was An Honor fandom: Beauty and The Beast (1991)/(2017) rating: PG-13 pairing: Lumiworth synopsis: The same concept from the live-action where the servants essentially “die” and become inanimate objects after the last petal falls. Ouch.

    The curse has been cruel to everyone in the castle, but nothing nearly as dreadful as the day the last petal of the enchanted rose wilted away.

    Nobody expected the day to arrive. Every servant in the castle clung to their hopes that their days in the sun would come again eventually. But no matter how many times they told themselves they were prepared for this outcome, it was all nothing but an attempt at comfort.

    No one more than Lumiere dreaded this finale to their curse. His life of servitude coming to an end far too soon, and in the worst way he could’ve ever imagined. His soul fading away, leaving behind a husk of brass; the very thought killed him. And it was becoming real.

    The man was terrified no less. Lumiere could never admit to himself that he was truly scared of death. Dying in this way no less. He valued life so openly that the thought of it made him feel ill. He most enjoyed breathing in the light and fresh morning air. Now he’ll leave this world without even remembering what it felt like to breathe in air that wasn’t plagued with dust. But what hurt the absolute most was watching his friends from years past die in front of his very eyes. The days of laughter and warmth were fleeting too quickly and he wasn’t willing to accept it. He couldn’t accept it. Turning to his side and seeing the former majordomo sob at hearing his own hands ticking to his impending death—he couldn’t accept it.

    “Cogsworth!” he cries out, leaping in his direction. He’s suddenly pulled into a hug by shaken metal arms.

    “I’m going to die,” the clock realizes in a strangled cry. “I’m dying.” Lumiere’s first thought was to deny it. The fact he couldn’t nearly pushed him off the edge. He clings onto the clock for dear life, burying his face in his shoulders. “Me too.”

    Cogsworth really wished time manipulation could’ve come as part of his sentence of being enchanted into a mantel clock. He wished for many things during this time. He wished he’d been more willing to giving in to his feelings of intense adoration and care for his colleague. He almost wished he’d told him he’d loved him sooner. “I’m so scared of losing you, how we lost everyone else”

    With that, Lumiere looks up with a pained smile and nods his head in reassurance, pressing a candlestick against his cheek. Cogsworth can’t remember any time where he’d seen Lumiere be this emotionally touched, or even as distraught as he looked in that moment. The Enchantress had torn even the happiest, most extroverted, and outspoken man the butler had ever known apart, and it saddened him more than he’d care to admit. It wasn’t fair.

    The clock gently placed his hand on Lumiere’s, basking in the last ounces of warmth he’d ever feel for the remaining minutes of his life. Moments flashed and his mind jumbled in different directions. Logic was futile, and holding back would be foolish. So he leaned in and pressed his cold lips against his, initiating the kiss. Something Cogsworth had never done before, and won’t be able to do again. The last flame the candle would be able to ignite between them.

    “Henry,” he whispers, parting his lips and pulling them away. “This is going to be our last kiss.” What surprised him most was how Cogsworth somehow managed to bring himself to smile, even if it was a sorrowful one. “It was an honor.”

“What do you mean?” He chuckles softly. “To serve alongside me?’

“To love you.”

The candle, now feeling his limbs tighten and raise upward, not once averts his gaze. How could he?

How could he?

    Distant cries muffle, and the ticking continues. But those beautiful eyes, clear as the skies of blue, were no more.

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I have to say your character drawing style has so much deep emotion in the expressions that I get afraid sometimes. Like, with the expressions they make, I feel like they could hurt more deeply than many people could ever draw. Anyway it's beautiful. I'm in love with your style.

This is the most uplifting and motivational things I've ever heard about my artwork. I'm over the moon to read this and it's an aspect of my art I try to consistently strive for, considering being able to convey emotion through art is incredibly difficult. Truly, I am so thankful and delighted to receive this.