... Did I pick this quote just because it gave me an excuse to draw Woodrow? Maybe. But it's definitely still one of my favorites; I absolutely adore the dynamic of WX-78 being so adamant about their hatred for humanity, in spite of subconsciously knowing who (or rather, what) they used to be.
This is also my first time trying to draw WX despite them being my favorite character! It turns out that robots are as hard to draw as I expected they would be! Augh...
so i know it wound up being a dream sequence in the end so it probably means nothing but did anyone else catch how vergilius (in charon's body) knew about the wish even if hongshu didn't get to translate even the mention of it 👀
I didn't have anything specific in mind for the @beauty-beast-week free day this year, so I've decided to post this little fluffy Lumiworth scene that I wrote on a whim last month. I'm not posting this one to ao3 because it's so short (and because I might recycle this small segment in a future fic, idk), but I hope you all enjoy nonetheless!
Even when Cogsworth’s feet settled back on the ground, his vision still spun, twisted and tilted. He could process the pale blue of a morning sky hanging off the balcony, and he stiffly held his hands out at his sides to steady himself (and maybe to clutch the banister for dear life if he lost his balance). His pulse—warm, muffled, nothing at all like the firm ticking that he had become accustomed to over the past ten years—was still thrumming in his ears when he was suddenly seized by the shoulders, only catching a whirl of brown and gold before someone’s nose crashed into his, and his gasp was smothered in a kiss.
He immediately knew it was Lumiere, a realization which only made him more embarrassed. He knew by the warmth of Lumiere’s thin fingers cradling his cheeks. He knew by the way Lumiere’s thick lower lip settled into place against his own, as if their last kiss was only yesterday. He knew by the faint smell of candle wax that still clung to his hair.
Cogsworth scrambled to push him away, gasping for breath as his mind raced to string together an admonition. What was Lumiere thinking, grabbing him like that in front of everyone? In front of the prince?
But when he looked up into Lumiere’s face, the words evaporated in his throat. Fat, shimmering tears stuck to his eyelashes and poured over his cheekbones, where they caught in the wrinkles from his smile.
With a quiet sigh, Cogsworth held out his arms. “Come here, you sentimental fool.”
Lumiere clung to him in an instant, squeezing so tightly around his shoulders that Cogsworth could feel his arms shaking from the tension. He reached up to gently place his hands on Lumiere’s shoulder blades. Lumiere’s chin came to rest atop his head, and his tears soaked into Cogsworth’s hair.
“I thought I’d never see you again.”
“I’m here,” Cogsworth murmured against his chest. “We’re both still here.”
Hi Tic! 👋, I had a question, what would Lumiere be like in the reincarnation AU? Is there a design for him? :] I just had that little
doubt
have a nice day! ^u^
He doesn't have a specific design since it's basically just a modern au in terms of character appearances! He definitely still has an elaborate sense of style, probably some remnants of the 1700's fashion in there (namely the long hair, though that is thankfully becoming more common in modern male styles too praise God)
Under the cut are some pictures from my Pinterest board as examples!
The funniest idea to me is that Cogsworth has like, a Bad Past™ but in the most outlandish way possible. He's over here talking about the robberies and how the royal family pardoned him in exchange for service and everyone thinks he's bluffing. He's not. He has never once lied about his past it's just that no ever believes him.
"I miss the adrenaline of being chased by the police, Lumiere." And it's the most proper, rule-abiding, anxiety-induced heart issues looking guy you've ever seen.
YOU. YOU GET MY SENSE OF HUMOR.
In my Enchanted Academy au(? original urban fantasy story with batb in it bc I can't help myself?), Cogsworth is currently a professor, but back when he was in college he had a side gig as an adventurer, which is basically like being a dnd character. None of his students nor his own son know this until a dangerous situation comes up in which their usually very strict and boring math teacher just whips out a knife... which he apparently has. Cogsworth may be middle-aged and 20-ish years out of practice, but he can still f-ck someone up if he has to.
(And yes, he does end up teaching his son how to fight because Chris would not let it go. His dad used to be cool and never mentioned it?!)
Hm, I've known for a while that The Characters I get obsessed with share a lot of recurring themes, but I think I've finally managed to articulate three categories that encompass all of my blorbos:
Questioning the nature of their (in)humanity and thus questioning their own self-worth, often to the point of (intentionally or unwillingly) becoming antagonistic about it
Their entire life has been terrible; they are extremely f-cked up in the head because of it; now they have been possessed (literally or just thematically) (by an antagonist from their past or by a past version of themself) and they're going to make it everyone's problem
Just a pathetic little guy and the bad b-tch they pulled by being autistic
