#pere robert

[batbobsession]

Curious: Which side-side character is the best?

Agathe

Chapeau

Pere Robert

Cuisinier

Froufrou

Phillipe

Voting ended onJul 27, 2023

[lumiereswig]

The staff, Adam and belle do a all night rave in the castle. The Prince gets drunk on the finest French wines and champagne.

adam is a lightweight and is gone after one drink. belle sits down, gives mrs potts the hairy eyeball, and commences to challenge her to 10 rounds of shots 

lumiere and cogworth always get wrecked and end up wanting to duel each other. plumette and clothilde always have to drag them away from the halberds section of the armory

‘armory? don’t u mean armoury?’ now lumiere is trying to snog cogsworth

garderobe gets wildly drunk and designs outfits for everybody. belle is trying to down her seventeenth jello shot while swathed in purple satin

interestingly, cadenza cannot play piano when he is drunk. however! he develops mysterious ukulele skills he never has when sober

maurice and pere robert are just on constant ‘stay hydrated’ duty for everybody else

chapeau has cornered a bimbette and is regaling her with his theory of the universe, because for chapeau a good glass of reisling always brings out his love of quantum mechanics

belle couldn’t make it past eighteen and mrs potts is laughing and chugging a long island iced tea

[stories-of-the-past]

So I know the live action Beauty and the Beast isn’t meant to be an accurate portrayal of the period (the corset/stays issue comes to mind).  But there was one thing that struck me while watching it as odd to be included even in a modern popular culture version of history.  How completely un-influential the Père Robert seems to be.  They actually changed it from the cartoon version where Belle gets her books from what appears to be a library/bookshop  set up to going to the church and borrowing the priest’s personal reading material.  So clearly he, the religious leader of this eighteenth century-ish community, approves (actually encourages) of a woman reading.  And not even just religious texts, we know for a fact he gives her Shakespeare and probably other fiction.  

We even see him stepping in to help Belle pick up her clothes after the villagers dump her laundry contraption.  Think about that.  The local priest, down on his knees helping this girl pick up her half washed clothes.  Which were dumped by people trying to punish her for teaching another girl to do the thing the priest encourages her to do.  You don’t think that’s going to give these villagers pause to re-evaluate their stances?  The man who they listen to every week in hopes of preserving their immortal souls is clearly taking Belle’s side and they just walk on by?  

Then when Maurice is being taken away to the asylum Père Robert actually does speak up (surprisingly the first time he really directly tries to admonish the people in this ongoing tension in the community) saying he needs help not to be locked away.  And goes completely ignored.  Again, this is one of the most influential, most respected person in a community like this and literally no bats an eye at his disapproval?

Granted this would be coming on to the age of enlightenment and not everyone would be super religious.  And I am by no means saying Gaston as a military officer and probably wealthy member of the community (the red dye in his coat was not cheap) wouldn’t also be influential.  But the situation isn’t portrayed as a competition between the man of the cloth and the soldier, there’s no debate of who knows how to deal with monsters better or whether this is a time for prayer or action.  No, the priest is just largely ignored right from the off.  Honestly that would have been interesting and a way to further demonstrate how Gaston’s fear mongering manipulates people into hate and violence instead of them all just coming off as always being pretty callous and closed minded until they’re suddenly all happy and friendly in the end.  It could have played out with the same ultimate result of the villagers following Gaston but let there have been a dialogue or some kind of back and forth between Gaston and Père Robert with the villagers caught between for a little bit.  It just feels very strange that they added this character who had the potential to create some complexity in the villagers but just...didn’t.

[smallmeanssafe-archived]

BatB Characters by Team Starkid Songs

Belle: “The Coolest Girl” (AVPM), “What If” (Firebringer), “Life”, “Status Quo” (Starship), “Lost Without You” (Trail to Oregon) ‘Into the Night” (Firebringer), “A Thousand and One Nights”, “The Power in Me” (Twisted)

Adam: “Sami” (Little White Lie), “Even Though” (MAMD), “Dark, Sad Lonely Night” (HMB), “A Thousand and One Nights” (Twisted) 

Maurice: “Not Alone” (AVPM), “The Power in Me”, “Sands of Time”, “If I Believed” (Twisted), “Paint Me” (Firebringer) “When the World’s at Stake” + rep (Trail to Oregon)

Gaston: “The Night Belongs to Snarl” (Firebringer), “No One Remembers Achmed” (Twisted), “Kick It Up a Notch” reprise (Starship),  “Your Wagon is On Fire”, “Caulk Your Wagon” (Trail to Oregon)

LeFou: “Its Over Now” (Little White Lie), “Missing You” (AVPM)

Lumiere/Plumette: “Beauty”, “The Way I Do” (Starship), “Sidekick” (AVPSY), “Listen to Your Heart” (MAMD)

Cogsworth: “Voldermort is Going Down” (AVPM)

Mrs. Potts: “When the World’s at Stake” (Trail to Oregon), “Not Alone” (AVPM)

Chip: “Pigfarts” (AVPM) 

Garderobe/Cadenza: “Sidekick” (AVPSY), “Just a Taste” (Firebringer)

Chapeau/Cuisiner: “Let the Games Begin”, “These Days of Summer” (AVPS)

Bimbettes: “Boy Toy” (Little White Lie)

Pere Robert: “The Golden Rule” (Twisted)

Agathe: “Chorn” (Firebringer)

[thishazeleyeddemon]

Light For The Lost

This title sounds really emo but i promise it makes narrative sense

Anyway here’s Pere Robert and Belle because I have Feelings

If you like this please reblog it kinda took Time lmao

and @lumiereswig i like ur blog and you said you wanted more Pere Robert stuff so here

Robert looked up when he heard the sniffling from outside the door.

It was late, late enough that the sky was on fire and the shadows were thick and reaching. In windows, lights were blown out as the night came sneaking into Villeneuve. It turned the small chapel into a haven of shadows and dancing candlelight, soft and gentle on day-tired eyes. Robert wasn’t unused to the people of Villeneuve making their way to the chapel. People felt safe there, protected against whatever beasts had risen up to nip at their heels. So, when Robert heard the tiny cries, he set down the book he’d been reading (he always read before bed) and went to go see what unfortunate needed help.

When he opened the door, the girl who’d been sitting there, back to the doorway, gasped and jumped backwards, falling over with a start in the dirt. She blinked owlishly at him, face red and tear-sodden.

He recognized her, of course. Belle Durant, daughter of the artist Maurice Durant. The pair kept mostly to themselves. Robert generally saw them when they showed up at the chapel nearly every Sunday, very polite and quiet, singing along to the hymns, although also whispering to each other during lulls in the service. While they were hardly unfriendly, they were very private people who rarely mixed with the rest of the townsfolk. Robert had never seen Belle at the school -

Whispers on the air, the sweet scent of roses -

Which was right, of course. The schoolmaster had never let girls into the school, not for as long as Robert could remember. Such a shame, really.

He knelt down carefully in front of Belle. “What’s the matter, Mlle Durant?”

Belle sniffed again. She rubbed haplessly at her nose and tried to straighten her back. She had very large eyes, that were shiny with tears, but her voice was almost steady as she said, “I - I’m fine, Père Robert. It’s nothing you need to worry about.”

“You’re crying, Mlle. Last I checked, that tends not to be what someone does when they’re happy.” He bit his tongue almost as soon as the words came out of his mouth, although metaphorically because he didn’t actually want to hurt himself. Stupid, stupid, don’t upset her more -

- But Belle didn’t look particularly upset. She peered at his face instead for a few seconds, wide gray eyes still shiny. This went on for several seconds, long enough that Robert started shifting. Eventually, she said, “It could be.”

“Hmm?” It was his turn to blink like an owl.

“You know. People cry happy tears. When Mssr. Stanley the weaver’s friend Mssr. Tom got married, he cried a lot.”

“A fair point,” Robert conceded. “I wasn’t aware you were invited to his wedding. I saw neither you or your father?”

A sly smile crossed the young girl’s face. “No one else saw me either.” Pride threaded its way through every vowel and consonant of that sentence.

“Ah, sneaking into weddings now, are you? What did you want to see?”

Belle shrugged. “I’d never seen a wedding outside of a book before. I was curious. Also, I knew there would be cake. There’s always cake at weddings, and bells and flowers and wine and kissing and things,” she said with the utter conviction of someone who saw the world through a printed lens. She wrinkled her nose. “I didn’t know there would be Gaston getting in a fistfight, though.”

“It’s the usual amount of tact he displays when drunk,” Robert muttered. “What do you think of him?”

The look of utter disgust and revulsion that crossed Belle’s face was truly priceless. It was as if he’d been asking about something she’d found stuck to the bottom of her shoe instead of a human.

He smiled at her, and stood, offering her a hand and pulling her to her feet. Belle discreetly tried to wipe her eyes. Robert frowned.

“Why aren’t you at home with your father?”

Belle tensed. “I - I don’t want to worry him,” she said weakly. “He’s been so tired recently - I can manage on my own.”

Robert nodded, brow furrowed. “Would you like to come in to the chapel for a few minutes?”

Belle looked at him, eyes narrowed. After a few seconds of scrutiny, she nodded. 

“It’s a lot nicer in here at night,” Belle said. She’d arranged herself on one of the pews, a scrawny little thing staring out from a nest of over-sized clothes and a blanket he’d managed to scrounge up, a little beast come in from the cold. He fought the urge to ruffle her dark hair.

“Mmm, yes,” he nodded. “When I’m in here alone, at night...I really feel the presence of the Lord.”

“What does it feel like?” Belle asked.

Robert leaned on the back of the pew in front of hers, directly in front of her, and considered, bringing his hands up to his mouth as if in prayer. “Warm, and comfortable. Protecting, nurturing. Safe.”

“How do you know it’s really God?” she asked, and then flinched. “Sorry, sorry, shouldn’t have asked -”

“No, no,” Robert protested quickly. It’s an interesting question, and one he’d never really thought of before. He took some time forming an answer.

Finally, he said, “In all honesty, I’m not sure I could prove that what I feel is God. But, it gives me peace and reassurance to believe that it is, and I certainly have seen things in my life that could only be described as miraculous.”

Belle nodded. “Do you live in the chapel?”

“Live in here?” Robert’s lips twisted up in a smile. “Come now, Mlle. There’s not even a bed!” He paused. “Although, I won’t deny spending a few nights in here.”

“It’s nice,” Belle said. “I can tell you love it.”

He looked at her, but seeing only cherubic innocence, nodded. “I do.”

“Do you...” Belle’s voice trailed off. She looked away, into the chapel’s shadows, and sat up with a start. “Are those books?” she exclaimed.

“Hmm?” Robert looked over, towards the little shelf shoved up against the wall. “Oh, yes - I try and buy at least one whenever I leave town -”

“Can I -” Belle’s voice faltered, but the sheer hunger in her eyes could have swallowed all the harvests of France. Robert went and retrieved Romeo and Juliet and the Bible from the shelf.

“Here,” he said, handing them to her; she took them with a reverence most oft reserved for the holy. “Romeo and Juliet is one of the most brilliant stories ever written, and every good Christian ought to know what they believe.”

Belle nodded, but he could see he’d lost her attention. She was fixated, like a man in a desert who’d just found an oasis. “They’re beautiful,” she whispered.

“Yes, I suppose they rather are.”

“I love reading,” and the words came out in a rush, like she was afraid they’d be stolen from her mouth. “I always have, it’s like - a gateway to other worlds. You can go anywhere and be anyone and do anything...” Her hand traced the cover of Romeo and Juliet, with a touch as light as a hand running through hair. She finished with, “Books are special.”

“Do you have a favorite?” Robert settled back down on the pew.

She shook her head, before pausing, glancing down at the books in her lap, and saying, “Romeo and Juliet?”

He laughed. “You don’t even know what it’s about!”

“Yes I do,” she said. A smirk flitted across her face like a bird to a branch. “It’s about Romeo and Juliet!”

He couldn’t help it. He started laughing in earnest. He felt lighter than he had in weeks. After a second or two, Belle began to laugh as well.

Laughter subsiding, Robert gestured to the remaining books on his little shelf. “If you tell me why you were crying, I’ll let you borrow my books whenever you want.”

Belle’s face was an open book. She opened her mouth, closed it, looked down at the books, back up at him, and then sighed, all the fire going out of her at once.

“It was the triplets,” she muttered.

“Vivian’s girls?” The triplets were the model of the perfect Villeneuve girl. Belle...was an antisocial bookworm who’s father was the town artist, a profession generally regarded as unmanly. Oh boy.

“What did they say?” he asked.

Belle shrugged. “Oh, just the your father’s a loon and you’ll never find a husband bit. Nothing I haven’t heard before.”

They were both silent for several seconds. Then, Pere Robert leaned over and tapped the books Belle was holding. “You know,” he said, “nothing like a book if you’re looking for an excuse to ignore someone.”

Belle tilted her head. She looked down at the books. “You think that’d work?”

“Trust me,” Robert nodded. “I know Vivian’s girls, they’ll probably stop if they don’t get a reaction. It’s a ready-made excuse not to talk to people.”

“Do you use books like that often?” Belle asked with a smirk.

“More than I probably should,” Robert replied while thinking, cheeky. “In any case,” he added. “No matter how bad it gets here in Villeneuve, or anywhere in the world...” and here he stared at the books on his shelf, voice going slightly distant -

- “Books will always give you a way to escape.”

Belle stared at him for a few seconds, and then launched herself at him. Robert jumped at the feeling of slim arms around him.

“Thank you,” she said as she stepped back.

Robert, still slightly reeling, said, “No, thank you, mlle. I mean, one of the most pleasurable parts of a story is discussing it with others, and until now I haven’t had anyone to talk to.”

“You can talk to me,” Belle said, tone as declarative as if the statement was a royal command. She gripped his arm. “We’re friends now.”

“Absolutely,” Robert answered. That tone left no room for argument.

Belle smiled at him, her eyes wide and bright, and Robert felt a rush of affection. He found himself wondering what it would be like if Maurice wasn’t her father.

He straightened up. “Come on, Belle,” he said. “Your father must be worried sick.”

As Robert walked Belle to her house, and Belle met Maurice at the gate, and the two embraced, and as Belle ran inside, sparing a glance and a smile backwards for her new friend, and as Robert exchanged a few words with Maurice about the night’s events before walking home, he didn’t feel even a little bit sad.

In fact, a small smile graced his lips.

This would definitely not be the last time he talked to Belle Durant.

Fin.

[im-too-obssesed]

Shippy Villager Woman, Attractive Farmer, Pere Robert, and Cuisinier for the character dealio!

this was…. an unprecedented amount of people:

Shippy Villager Woman:

General Opinion- Love them

Hotness Level- Pretty Hot

Hogwarts House- Hufflepuff

Best Quality- Very, very nice; likes everyone (Even Clothilde, who, before the curse, she’d shipped with the schoolteacher.)

Worst Quality- Cant. Stop. Shipping. (Even if you’re with someone else, she’ll still ship you with the person she had in mind)

Ship Them With- Attractive Farmer and his 2 other gfs

brotp them with- The gay ones in the backround (you know who I’m talking about)

misc. thoughts- She was carried on the shoulder by someone who was roughly the size of a barge (and then for the rest of the time sat on her beau’s lap. SHIPS. SHIPS ALL AROUND) Also: she’s a meme.

(fics???)

Attractive Farmer:

General Opinion- Love them

Hotness Level- Pretty Hot

Hogwarts House- Gryffindor

Best Quality- Great Social Skills

Worst Quality- CAN’T REMEMBER WHO HE’S WITH (Is it Shippy? Is it your woman up in the castle? Who?????)

Ship Them With- Shippy Villager Woman and his two other girlfriends

brotp them with- 10 Yards(!!!) Lady

misc. thoughts- I hope he has a nice, supportive and happy poly relationship 

Pere Robert:

General Opinion- Love them

Hotness Level- Pretty Hot

Hogwarts House- Ravenclaw

Best Quality- Being all supportive of Belle’s education and Maurices wellbeing (He needs a damn hosptial, not a fucking asylum). Just an overall great guy.

Worst Quality- This Man has none I think??? He’s literally just here with his library and his lil’ duster and his ladder and is just there being all supportive of Belle’s education and it’s great

ship Them With- Nice Milliner Lady (dONT QUESTION ME)

brotp them with- Chapeau

misc. thoughts- HE DESERVED MORE

Cuisiner:

General Opinion- Love them

Hotness Level- Theoretically Hot But Not My Type

Hogwarts House- Ravenclaw/Slytherin (hey there @lumiereswig your fic def. helped with this)

Best Quality- The Best Cooking 

Worst Quality- Temper

Ship Them With- Chapeau (yes.)

brotp them with- Mrs. Potts

misc. thoughts- I patiently wait for Cuisinier fics. (HE DESERVES MORE. THEY ALL DESERVE MORE.)

[smuttig]

Can we just talk about Pere Robert? -helping belle pick up her spilled laundry -”This man needs a hospital, not an asylum!” -Remaining completely stoic and calm while Gaston fear-mongers -lefou standing with him, looking more afraid about the townspeople than the beast -he’s so important to me

[helsaguy]

reason to love #batb17: when belle shows the beast, the only one that is not afraid apart from Belle is Pere Robert. And what makes this unique? The only one in town who read apart from Belle. Lesson: Read and you wont be afraid.

Pere Robert, aside from Maurice, is the only person who understands Belle’s love for books. He is not an uncultured ignorant like most in the village.

Even if the existence of such beast is unbelievable, Pere Robert knows Belle is smart and trust worthy. If she says the Beast is a friend, he believes her. This man is was sent by God. God bless Pere Robert!