Order. Chaos. Play.

Order. Chaos. Play.

we finally watched the doctor who specials and i am very normal about this man. 100%. completely absolutely. even though his face is hell to draw.

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May 25, 1929 Journals of Anais Nin 1927-1931  [volume 4]

deadline complete. five new charms ready for production.

be still my headache

DID introjects, not fanart ▸ reblogs are fine

A slow-dance to Sinatra, drawn by our system's Sinclair a long time ago. Appreciation to his 'Tiny Wife', and a caption written by Alma herself.

these were not the charms we planned, but they're happening anyway

should be on our store in may!

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.