#BATB Chip

[animated-character-of-the-day]

Today’s character of the day is: Chip from Beauty and the Beast

#beauty and the beast #Disney #Chip #BATB Chip #beauty and the beast chip

[nerdasaurus1200]

All the Beauty and the Beast Cards part 1

#disney #batb #beauty and the beast #nerd talks #disney lorcana #belle #the beast #adam #cogsworth #enchantress #chip #gaston #lumiere

[fizzy-dizz]

Redraws of ur fav gay french uncles 🫶 i like them a very very normal amount.

#beauty and the beast #batb #cogsworth #lumiere #lumiworth #disney #been chipping away at these for the past month LOL #CHUCKS HTEM OFF THE CASTLE BALCONY #artz

[imaginative-joy]

“I want adventure in the great wide galaxy! I want it more than I can tell…”

As much as Belle loves the stories told on the holocrons in the Jedi Archive she helps guard, what she really wants is a real Jedi adventure as told in the legends she knows so well. Her chance comes from a distress signal on a remote planet in the Outer Rim. Thankfully, she makes a droid friend, CHIP2-D2, who explains that the inhabitants of this planet are cursed…

Another redraw of an older piece! Jedi Belle and CHIP2-D2 were originally drawn back in 2015. Belle has always been the hardest Disney Princess for me to draw, so I took an extra long time studying model sheets and screenshots so I could get her just right. With the updated version, I wanted to add more embellishments to both Belle and Chip and include references to the movie with the rose and stained glass. I’m quite happy with the final result, but I must admit that I was getting tired of looking at this piece for so long 😅

(Prints available here!)

Merida/Prints Mulan/Prints Moana Raya

Closeups and original 2015 version below the cut!

#beauty and the beast #belle #Disney belle #Jedi princess #star wars #star wars fanart #star wars crossover #disney princess #r2d2 #r2d2droid #jedi archives #disney beauty and the beast #star wars droids #art #beauty and the beast chip #chip #batb 1991 #batb #beauty and the beast 1991

[loudeaglecollective]

Why doesn't anyone talk about Chapeau? 😭💖

Oh, of course, we couldn't miss a fanart of these two being gay <3

This is a little old, I made before join to the fandom 0_0

And the Beauty and the Furry XD

#disney #fanart #lumiworth #batb #batb fanart #batb 1991 #beauty and the beast #the beauty and the beast disney #cogsworth disney #cogsworth x lumiere #lumiere #lumiere x cogsworth #mrs potts #chip #beauty #belle x beast #beast #beauty and the beast 1991 fanart #cogsworth

[artist-issues]

Wait, hold up. You wanna run that by me again? People are saying he didn’t deserve to be turned into a beast? When he literally was rude for no reason to that “old lady”?

Yup. Like he was just a teenager, he should be cut some slack, she was setting him up.

But it’s like

Yeah

She was setting him up because she knew he had no love in his heart. Do you know how horrible a King with no love in his heart would be when the Prince grows up? Do you know how awful the “little poor provincial town” would have it in the shadow of a Prince who reaches adulthood with the kind of character and heart that shuts old women out in the cold? The Enchantress did. So she cursed him so that he’d develop into a kind, gentle, loving man. There’s a reason the curse lasted until his twenty-first birthday. That’s adulthood. He had till then to learn to love.

And you know what else?

Of course the castle and servants would be cursed too.

That’s the Beast’s first lesson: you’re being cursed because when you have no love for anything but yourself, it’s the people closest to you who suffer for it. His household is a living object lesson for him to be faced with, day after day, for ten years, about how the consequences of your actions affect more than just you—they affect the people who depend on you. Really important lesson for the King of a kingdom to learn.

And even if that weren’t enough, which it is, don’t come griping to me about the servants being cursed for something the Prince did. Riddle me this: why is the Prince answering the door? Why isn’t a footman doing that? Why isn’t Lumiere doing that?

Why is it they’re turned into furniture instead of little beasts? Why is the first scene they’re introduced in an old MAN begging for shelter from the bitter cold, and choosing to welcome him in despite “The Master?”

Why is their big number “Be Our GUEST?”

The answers to those questions aren’t given but it’s strongly implied that, instead of doing their jobs, and instead of standing up to their Master up to and including the incident with the Enchantress, they used to just stand to the side, making no sacrifices, taking no risks.

The theme of the movie is “true love is self-sacrifice.” Hospitality is one of the most self-sacrificial practices you can engage in. You’re literally making yourself vulnerable: you’re inviting someone into your home, you’re putting their comfort before your own, you’re giving them your hard-earned food and heat and drink and time, you’re allowing them to come into your sanctuary, your safe space, and judge it while you make them comfortable. Be Our Guest, indeed! Standing up to the Master, indeed! They’ve learned their lesson by the time Belle and her father are on the scene.

The thing is, we love to try and excuse away the responsibility of the main character because we love to try and excuse away our own character flaws. Blame it on trauma. That’s not the point. The point is, for the story to work, and for the fictional kingdom to have a happy ending with a Prince who’s like that, the Beast has to grow out of his character flaws. He has a problem, and it needs solving—how he got the problem is irrelevant.

And there’s just so little chance that a Prince, who has everything in life that he could ever want and is dependent on nobody, for anything, would ever feel the need for love. Or worse, he’d never feel the need to correct himself, or change, or grow in any way. He needed to have some discipline—some MAJOR discipline, some KINGDOM-SAVING discipline—in order to even be the kind of guy that could notice a peasant girl’s self-sacrificial loving nature, much less value her and fall in love with her.

Thank goodness for the Enchantress and the Curse. Or else this fairy tale could’ve turned into the French Revolution.

#Beauty and the beast #batb #beast #Belle #Disney #RealDisney #real Disney #asked #answered #meta #character analysis #Lumiere #Cogsworth #Mrs. Potts #chip #Maurice #Gaston #lefou

[ashuribbon]

The Clockwork You really can't help if you're tense, but at least you have the powers of the clock in your hands. You are in control of your journey, but be careful with how you use your time...

The Kettles A mother and child in the midst of what's left of the world. Your journey will be tough to deal with, a test even, but keeping the both of you alive won't be your only concern.

[ Reblogs > Likes! /nm ]

#ash pone arts #rain world #rain world au #slugcat #cogsworth #mrs potts #chip #disney #batb 1991 #batb #beauty and the beast 1991 #beauty and the beast #Gonna leave it at that for now buuuut -shakes bag onces more-

[lumiereandcogsworth]

i think when chip is older, he does choose to start going by christopher. it probably happens when he goes off to university (adam and belle insist on paying for his education and you can’t convince me otherwise!!) and first introduces himself to so many new people.

he needs this. a fresh start. a clean slate. i don’t think he’s particularly scarred from the curse, kids are often more resilient than we think, especially such optimistic ones like him, but i do think that period of his childhood is just. a strange thing to him. he feels like he lost time, despite the curse having made it feel longer. so when he’s finally grown, finally out in the world, he’d introduce himself as christopher potts, and it feels good.

everyone back home at the castle still calls him chip at first. hard habit to break, and they all speak to him with such familial affection, it’s natural to lean toward the nickname. but eventually, as he continues to grow up, somehow becoming a man rather than a boy, eventually everyone starts calling him christopher as well.

except for his mother, of course. but he never corrects her. he’ll always be her little chip.

#it’s past midnight now but one final happy birthday to beloved chip (and his mama!) ❤️ #i’m thinkin about that kid!! #augh. that sweet boy #potts thoughts #batb headcanons #batb 2017

[lumiereswig]

Do you have any headcanons about Chip as he grows up? Or really anyone in the castle and how their life changes after the curse

[check trigger warnings in tags before reading]

He's always been just Chip. But somehow—it feels too odd to say it—Chip is growing.

Mrs Potts can hardly believe it. Her boy, trapped so long, all too small for all too many years, shoots past the notches marked on the kitchen doorframe. Ten years of being ten turn into his first eleventh birthday: and a year later is twelve: and the years shoot out like a telescope, his legs shooting out in front of him, running farther and faster than she can keep up with.

He’s almost as tall as his father now! He’s fifteen, and doesn’t talk about the curse: he’s asked them not to talk about it, he has a girl over, from the next village over where nothing strange ever happens, and Lumiere almost chokes with laughter when the girl asks if they’ve ever seen the monster that haunts the woods and Cogsworth replies he does his taxes. Chip wants to sink through the floor and Mrs Potts doesn’t help: recommending strains of tea based on how they feel good in the bones, telling the girl she’s so glad Chip has found a friend after so long in the cupboard. The girl goes home blinking, telling tales of the strange palace and the strange, strange boy who lives in it, and Chip kicks statues in the garden until Belle challenges him to a game of darts—it'll help you blow off some steam—not you, too!—oh Chip, it's just an expression!

He grows, and he gets interested in different things. Adam teaches him wrestling; Lumiere can fence, a little; Cogsworth is king at capture-the-flag strategy, and chess, and bowls. He's good at a little of everything; not great, but hopeful, and what else could one want when he goes out to seek his fortune? For he does have to go, eventually—and oh, it could break Mrs. Potts' heart, to see him throw his satchel over his shoulder and go off to a great strange world, but he insists on going, as children always do. He shakes off the promises of the villagers, the questions of the palace, and heads out past the woods. Mrs. Potts begged him for a gentle trade: but something about the sea speaks to the boy as big as a teacup, and he hops on the first ship that will let him board.

He loses all his money astonishingly quickly. His ship flits through the ports of Germany, Russia, Denmark, and Finland; he hears strange tongues, speaks with strange people, loses his shirt, is whipped by his first mate, is thrown overboard by another, finds himself scarred and penniless in a strange town. He sifts through the letters from his mother: have you thought of apprenticing with the cooper, could you not work in the village with your father, when will you take up a gentle trade, O my son, O my son? He stuffs the letters back down into his coat, tries to ease his hurting shoulders, tries to look out at another gray town in a gray north that looks nothing like his home. Chip is so far from home, he doesn't even wear his name anymore: sometimes he's Christophe, sometimes he's Krystos, one old friend could never keep his name straight and called him David, ceaselessly, endlessly, until the sea took him and the ship sank, David standing in the wreckage, holding his name before him like a token saving him from death. David, Christophe, Krystos, Chip is tired. He holds the letters from home and walks toward the sea, his shoulders stooping, his feet giving out in front of him. [A sailor would be brave. A sailor would keep going. Chip doesn't feel like a sailor anymore.]

It's hard to tell the people you love that you're feeling all alone.

He stands at the edge of the sea, on a broken pier ten thousand miles from home, and the enchantment and the dark and the broken sea are calling to him. No one tells you how hard your twenties are. No one spins a yarn about enchantment that's nothing more than growing bones, and being young, and feeling an ache that no one can fix. The tale where someone young survives has never been written when you're twenty-five and aching and your pennies are stones in your pocket.

And just as his foot touches the water, and he thinks of going in, and he hears someone's wicked laughter tearing at him like cold rain—come on David, come on Christophe, twenty-five and broken already, come to the wreckage, sink with the gold and the teeth and the bones—just as the water soaks through his shoe and he thinks, well, I'm sorry mum, something big and black with the weight of a curse lands on his chest and sends him splashing backward into sand.

My god, says the curse, you must be Chip!

Chip shakes water out of his eyes and looks at the beast. No, not the beast—wrong story, wrong memory—this thing is DOG, big as life, dripping with seawater, half covered in barnacles and seaweed, eyes dark green, paws on his chest, tongue at his cheek. it has the bearing of a lion. it's bigger than death. it is licking his cheek.

I know this is rude for strangers who have just met, says the dog, but you looked a bit suicidal, and I won't be having that.

Chip scrambles up. Talking teacups he abides, but talking dogs? He's tried to get Sultan to talk plenty of times, and this isn't right. The dog blinks at him, all-knowing, hot green eyes glowing. The dog and the sea and the sailor all stare at each other, a boy and a dog on a hot-glowing beach, and it's funny to Chip with the stones in his pocket, but the grey northern town doesn't feel quite so cold anymore.

They make their deal in the tavern that night, the dog doing all the ordering, insisting Chip needs some clam chowder, barking over him when he tries to pay, nosing gold coins stained by seawater toward the waitress when she comes begging up the bill. No one seems to notice the dog: they seem to think it's Chip ordering with the deep bass voice, Chip holding himself up as he pulls out of the tavern and wanders, falling over, to the nearest ship that will have him. The deal is that Chip keeps the dog with him and goes back to sea. The payoff is that Chip will get to keep the dog.

It's funny how having someone love you can turn a life around. Chip sails on small merchant ships, big navy tankers, one time he's an accidental pirate for a fortnight. (The dog got them out of that one all right, somehow knowing just the right time to turn canons and shove Chip in a lifeboat as the navy came aboard.) Slowly Chip gets his sailing legs underneath him again, and finds the ship a safe place to be—and at night he sits on the edge of the deck, legs swinging over the side, one arm around the dog and the other pointed at the stars. I used to live with enchantments, he says, and now all I have is reality.

Oh, yes, reality must be hard, says the Dog, and waves his tail and howls at the moon.

There are three storms in a row: one with rain like silver; one with thunder like gold; one with waves like diamonds. Each one Chip survives: but on the third night, the water like a stone pulling the ship toward the bottom, the Curse puts his paws on his chest and says: Jump.

Jump? I thought that's what you came to save me from, says Chip.

Trust me, god's sake, says the Dog, and Chip jumps into the waves higher than any palace he's ever known, his legs ripping out from under him, one hand clutched heavy in the fur of the dog, swimming toward the bottom of the sea.

He doesn't die. The diamonds don't eat him alive. He wakes, still breathing, and and finds himself in a garden, shells lining the pearl gates, scallops climbing up the walls, the dome of a snail's shell circling above his head. If it weren't for the glowfish embedded in the walls it would be pitch black here, here in the garden of the witch nestled deep in the belly of the ocean.

What in hell? Chip asks. Heaven's above, says the Dog, haven't you ever seen an enchantment before?

The garden sits against a palace, built of coral, built of bone. Chip touches his throat, touches his dog, straightens his shoulders. He's twenty five and there's a coral palace between him and home. The dog is beside him, whispering, tale wagging slowly against the water: Now listen, Chip, I know you know enchantments, so listen to what I have to say. Don't believe a thing she tells you. I'll help you through the tasks.

In the palace of coral lives a woman, tall as life, beautiful as a sinking ship. She smiles, oh she smiles! at Chip, and says, what a beautiful boy. What a beautiful boy of the land. I bet he doesn't know anything at all. He's only twenty five and he's already heard me calling from the sea.

I will be your servant, says Chip, and feels the dog's heart beating beneath his hand, the dog winking one sea-green eye.

The witch promises if he lasts a year in her service in silence she will give a golden horse to ride home on, and a golden chest to keep his treasure in, and a golden coat to wear. The Dog shakes his head behind her back, winking at Chip, and yes mum, no mum, says Chip, the ocean water nearly choking him beneath the sea.

He tends her garden. He feeds her horses. And when the year is up, she calls her to him and asks, would you like your golden horse, your golden chest, your golden coat?

I'd like to go home, says Chip. What do I need to go home?

Fine, says the witch, fine, though she thought this fairytale had a different ending, and sets Chip three tasks: if he can free the spirit of the horse, the soul of the chest, and the heart in the lining of the golden coat, he can go home. If he'd like. He could always be her consort instead.

"That's nice, but I have my dog," says Chip, and it's the first time he's heard the water clear from his lungs for a while.

"Good on you," says the Dog, the Curse, wagging his tail and laughing at the witch.

He's given the horse, fiery, free, who refuses to let any man ride it. He's handed the chest, heavy, concealed, not sharing its secrets with anyone who knocks. The coat is slid onto his shoulders, a little too tight, shimmering as a Parisian night, too beautiful to be believed.

"What are the secrets of these objects?" says Chip. "What task is this I've been given?"

The Dog, oddly, is silent. He watches Chip in the coat, holding the chest, the horse running past. He sees Chip looking at him. Chip looks at the Dog, his Dog, and looks at those brilliant deep-depth eyes.

The witch wouldn't have a coat like this, says Chip. This coat is gorgeous, the coat of a prince. She wears mussel shells and the skins of dead sailors. Her beauty is the echo of something I've loved a long time. Her beauty is the echo of that terror that pulled me to the shore, where I first met you.

The witch wouldn't lock a chest like this, says Chip. She has all her treasures out on full display, shark's teeth and the gold from sunken ships, the sunken ships I was thinking of when I first met you. The witch wouldn't keep a chest like this, not if she could show it off, not if she wasn't afraid of what's inside.

The witch wouldn't keep a horse like this, says Chip. She wants everything tamed to her ways. See how quickly she took me on as a servant, how quickly she silenced my voice, so silent it was like when I first met you, and the only thing I heard was the ocean ringing in my ears. A horse that's still wild, that still runs with joy: that never came from the witch. And it reminds me of when I met you.

So everything reminds you of a black dog sitting by the seaside, says the Dog. What are you going to do about it?

"This is your palace," says Chip. "This is your coat. This is your chest, your horse, your home. None of this belongs to the witch. You had me jump off the ship because you were taking me home."

"Well...maybe," says the Dog, and Chip could swear he's blushing.

"You told me you would tell me what to do in the tasks," says Chip. "Dog with the sea-green eyes, what do I do?"

"You cut off my head," says the Dog.

I can't do that, says Chip, you have to, says the Dog, and if Chip could go back and drown himself right now to save his Dog he would. His big black Curse. The creature who came out of the sea and yanked him off the pier, and sat with him beneath the stars on seven merchants' ships, counting off a fairytale.

One, the silver rain: take out your knife.

Two, the golden thunder: hold the blade in your hand.

Three, the diamond wave: cut off the head of your best friend.

The dog's head sits in his lap, eyes closed, tongue out, and Chip, face streaked with tears, holds the golden handle and turns it to his chest. No witch is worth this. No home is home anymore.

Two hands close over his and yank the knife away.

"I know this is rude for strangers who have just met," says the Prince, "but you looked a bit suicidal, and I won't be having that."

The Prince wears the golden coat, and his eyes are are green as the sea, and his hair is black and thick. He grins at Chip, and Chip can feel his heart about to beat out of his chest and send the whole ocean shaking. You—!

You're always saying you left enchantment behind. Isn't it nice to be real, Chip? Isn't it good to be here, to be real?

The witch is never found again, her ship's gold sunk to the bottom of the sea, her shark's teeth grinding into sand. The Prince's palace shines, standing up straighter in the sea, the golden horse running wild through the garden, the chest thrown open and letting the enchantment free. The boy and his prince take a walk from the bottom of the ocean up to the seashore, dripping wet and grinning like idiots, holding hands and waving at the passing mermen.

"Are you sure you need to go home again?" says the Curse, running his fingers gently over the lines of Chip's hand. Chip is twenty-six and aching, but the hurt is no longer like the call of the gray sea: he aches like he's run a marathon, danced for hours, kissed someone he loves and found they loved him back. He's aching like he's run across seven seas and found his way back home.

"Just for a visit," says Chip. "And you know they'll want to meet you."

"I want to meet them," says the Curse, pushing his hair out of his eyes. "The palace that reared you. Do you think they'll recognize you, with all the different names you've had? Sailor, servant, sea-savior?"

"Just Chip, to you," says the boy, kissing him soft on the lips. "Real as real can be."

[This is based on an actual fairytale called the Dog in the Sea, which unfortunately I have 0 actual access to because I don't speak any of the languages its variants are usually found in. I tried finding some version online I could translate, but no luck! So I made my best guess as to plot, pulling from several different fairytales with similar themes (witches loooove indentured servants and impossible tasks, don't they?). For more info on this fairytale, and other old tales that might have been wiped from the record due to rampant homophobia and just generally scholars being dicks, check out this article and any old fairytale books you can find. (there are some good really weird ones out there if you start digging!) and if anyone has access to an online version of this story I could read or translate, do let me know—I would love to know what the original three tasks are and how thrilled Mrs. Potts is when Chip brings home a sea-prince husband. (the answer to that last one is obviously extremely.)]

#batb #batb fanfic #beauty and the beast #batb 2017 #chip #mrs. potts #the dog in the sea #tw suicide #tw character death #this is all canon btw now i talked to walt disney and he says it's fine

[feel-the-fire]

First memes, then the art of will commence

#beauty and the beast #the enchanted Christmas #batb #Disney #belle #beast #gaston #lumiere #cogsworth #mrs. potts #chip potts #lefou #maestro forte #fife #angelique #Madame de la Grande Bouche

[mreynolds23]

I have plan to create a BatB comic including some of my ocs.! I could try to make another page, but I have a lot of stuff that I need to work on! Second Slide is without text.

Ocs : Me

beauty and the Beast : Disney

#disney beauty and the beast #disney #beauty and the beast #lumiere x cogsworth #lumiere #lumiworth #lumiere and cogsworth #cogsworth #mrs potts #chip potts #babette #batb 1991 #beast #ocs #my ocs #digital fanart #fyp #fanart #sketchbookapp #fan comic #comic dub #Spotify

[nerdasaurus1200]

If I didn’t know any better I’d say Chip was their son here

#beauty and the beast #batb #nerd talks #belle #chip #adam #Instagram

[happily-ever-aftermath]

Is Chip getting into trouble?

"More mischief than trouble."

"Mostly, we've been exploring the more abandoned parts of the castle together: the attic, the towers, some of the rooms in the West Wing. I think I'm getting a taste of how my father felt when I was a little girl.

"I'm sure he'd laugh and call this karma, but I don't know. Chip and I have been having a lot of fun."

#batb #batb 1991 #beauty and the beast #happily ever aftermath #belle #chip

[loudeaglecollective]

Happy Halloween! >:)

#disney #fanart #batb 1991 #batb fanart #cogsworth #lumiere #happy halloweeeeeeen #happy halloween #the beauty and the beast disney #beauty and the beast #mrs potts #chip #lumiworth #lumiere x cogsworth #cogsworth x lumiere

[notmoreflippingelves]

I'm just saying that it was real mistake on the Elena of Avalor production team's part to tell the world (i.e. me) that THAT scene in the series finale was explicitly visually and thematically modeled off the end of Beauty and Beast (1991). Because what on earth am I, an English major, to do with that information except want to make an infinite number of Esteban Flores graphics featuring lyrics and lines from various incarnations of Disney's Beauty and the Beast (especially the Broadway show)? And this is a real problem considering that I am very, very not good at Photoshop.

#literally every damn line from “how long must this go on?” is 110% esteban coded #i mean it does help that it's so short #but a massive chunk of Belle's solo “Home” is as well #it's giving "Esteban living under Shuriki while desperately clinging to his last shred of sanity and longing for his family' #and both the beginning and bridge of “If I Can't Love Her” #probably some of “Evermore” too but like i try not to think about the live action BATB too much because i despise its existence #and while that song is one of the few good things about it; it's also the reason the superior “if I can't love her” isn't in the movie #geeze esteban #how come your abuelos let you be every character in BATB? #he's very beast; he's a little bit belle; he's lefou; he's chip; he's all the best parts of cogsworth and all the worst parts of lumiere #he's even a tiny little bit gaston #esteban flores #elena of avalor

[giraffeder]

Chip in the Cuphead art style!

#beauty and the beast #batb fanart #batb #cuphead #cuphead fanart #chip #chip batb #chip potts #ive had this idea in my head a couple days since i watched the new season and had to draw it lol #my art