Just buried my face in my hands to muffle the cackling coming from my cubicle. This is one of the best things I’ve ever seen. He looks so damn drunkenly pleased with himself.
*Looks at my gf* wow thats my gf
luminctte . / LUMIÉRE
❝ you have far too little faith in me , mon ami ! ❞ she speaks here feigned RESENTMENT , as porcelain pads ‘pon glass rim dost trek. vilely he refuses , for how could one live with so scarce a leniency ? no , this simply would not do. ❝ i will attend to z’he guests & i will procure z’he master’s needs ! would i still be employed were i not good at z’his ? ❞
— ‘sometimes, my friend, i don’t know why you’re employed in here’ he thinks, but can’t bring himself to say. it’s true sometimes she drives him absolutely insane with her tomfoolery, yet he can’t deny he’s much too fond of her to say such a thing. especially when it’s not true, he does know why she is there: to do everything he can’t! he shakes his head, one two three.
“i i’m sure are, but i won’t be seen making a full of myself! not when there’s better things for me to do!”
“ You don’t think I’m annoying, do you? “ (@ chip!)
“no!”why would he? in a castle full of very very busy and very very much grown-ups, he was glad he’d found someone to play with! and to talk about the really important things with. like why somedays you wake up and find your socks in the middle of the bed and your feet bare, or why blueberries were called blueberries if they are actually purple!
he gives her a big smile, just so she can be sure he isn’t lying. “you don’t think i’m annoying either, do you? — ‘cause sometimes i feel like everyone else does. especially if they’re busy. lumiére, cogsworth, fife, angelique … even maman! they think i don’t notice because they smile at me when i’m talking, but i do!”
Ewan Mcgregor swears quite a lot in casual conversation so I'm just trying to imagine a pissed Lumiere just cursing.
oh my god but he would curse En Francais
Who wants to think about how Lumiere saw Plumette lose her sentience but not vice versa and how he probably spent a lot of that first day back just staring at her and grinning and maybe tearing up a little because he keeps thinking “She’s alive, we’re alive, she’s not stiff and lifeless, she’s alive and moving and smiling and she’s got a real face and arms and hair and I get to look at her again and kiss her again if she feels like it oh good lord”
I love how Lumière is just staring at Plumette the entire time. Yeah, his hair may caught but he has his woman.
honestly can you blame him? he’s been waiting for years just to see her again he’ll be damned if he looks away now
no sir! not me! i guarantee it! i want much more than this provincial life! i want adventure in the great wide somewhere!
Also, now I had saw Beauty & The Beast: YOU GIVE SO MUCH CREDIT AND POSSIBLY OF YOUR MUSES TO SHINE I AM GRATEFUL FOR IT. I love them before even watch the movie but now I'M JUST SO MUCH IN LOVE.
thank you my childe! trying my best to do everyone’s faves some justice
so cute im dying
I sent this a day ago but might have eaten it. Anyways, how do you think Madame and Cadenza met?
OH FRIENDO it didn’t get eaten I’ve just been thinking about it because I was unsure of the specifics (still am) but me and @traversina decided! there’s a bit of an age gap between them and they met when he was a fairly successful but not yet too famous maestro looking for apprentices and she was a young little diamond in the rough
You know of that "Perfect couples don't ex-" meme? You could't even do that meme for batb because that movie is just filled with perfect couples.
AGREED
Can we talk about Cadenza’s love for Garderobe, though?
It was funny when Cogsworth was all like “Maestro, keep it down, we don’t want to alert the master” because it allowed Cadenza to respond with a snarky remark (one that I actually found rather relatable, being a musician myself). But imagine Cadenza’s internal response to Lumiere’s comment about how Garderobe is upstairs and she’s finding it harder and harder to stay awake, and then Cogsworth’s about playing quietly.
I imagine it was something like how dare you—she and I were separated that night; I haven’t gazed upon her in years and you want me to play quietly? What do you know of my love for her?
And then later, after the festivities have finished, everyone notices that the maestro’s performances become louder and more beautiful than ever; sometimes fast and frantic, other times slow and full of longing, and it’s so painfully obvious that he misses her, that he wants to hear her sing again. He inquires after her constantly, asking how she’s doing, is she all right, I wonder if she can hear me
Sometimes he leaves the ballroom in the middle of the night; he’s trying to see if he can find a way up to the East Wing just to listen for her, hear the arias she sometimes makes up to pass the time, even if he only catches fragments, ostinatos, capriccios. It doesn’t matter what she sings; every time he hears her voice he’s in heaven, the curse is nonexistent, and his urge to play back, to answer her…it’s second nature.
But he can’t reach her just as much as she can’t reach him; the castle has fallen apart over the years, and the only way to the East Wing is across the rooftops, a path that he, in his cursed form, can’t traverse, though he had to be stopped by the servants several times because he tried, he really did, and it breaks his heart to hear that she’s struggling to stay with the world.
But fate—or rather, magic—is not smiling on them, and has not been for these torturous years. All the maestro can do is try to encourage Belle to fall in love with the prince; for the sooner they fall in love, the sooner the spell would be broken, and he and his dear one would be able to embrace each other once again.
I just found this blog and I have to say it's PERFECTION? Your writing for every character is on point and I love all your fcs bye
what! this is such a cute and unexpected surprise thank you so much!