O' Fortuna, Who Art In Vegas,free Us Of Our Choices Poor.Our Infants Now Are To Adopt You,'til They Resemble

O' Fortuna, who art in Vegas, free us of our choices poor. Our infants now are to adopt you, 'til they resemble us no more.

Have some sketches.

Lumiere can create flames with his fingers, and touch fire with nary a mark. Sometimes he sets it off by accident, and many a towel has burnt this way. He has nightmares of melting, but sees it as his job to remain positive... and so he tells no one. He's just happy to be human again.

Cogsworth can keep perfect time, and his heart ticks and tocks. He knows exactly how many seconds they were cursed for; it haunts him how little he's done with that wasted decade, and how little he's done since it was broken. He often wonders if there is much difference between himself as a human, and himself as a clock.

Both argue as if nothing has changed,

and in that regard, nothing has.

Chat requested Lumiworth during the birthday stream, and I felt like a proud father.

Snippet of the full poster.

Some BS2 sketchbook stuff from the other week. Because stylising characters is hard. ✨

Sleepytime Joy stream request. why's he eating a heart? why not.

[ s h o p & stuff ]

Kinda nonhuman because mental illness, kinda nonhuman because not being properly socialized as a kid, kinda nonhuman because queer, kinda nonhuman because angry at humanity, kinda nonhuman because longing for the unconditional love of a pet and it’s master, and kinda nonhuman because secret sixth thing.