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Claudine Frollo Application revamped;
Trigger warnings; Child abuse, neglect, religious trauma, etc.
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Name: Claudine Esther-Mary Frollo.
Known Aliases: The Mouse girl, the rat girl, the weird religious girl, the Belle girl, that weird Frollo girl, Crepe girl, Ms. Swabbie, She who does not make a sound, and Harriet's Swabbie.
Nicknames or Other: red, Mousey, the meek mouse, Classy, Leftie, the carrot top, Brainy, Dean, Essie, Einstein, Claudy, Dinny, Dina, Didi, Claw, Cherry, Bluey, Rosie, little Rose, Ruby, Brainiac, Beagle, mystery, Rusty, Scarlet, star girl, Spitfire, chatterbox, and Bookworm.
Do not ever call me angel or goddess.
Date of Birth or Best Guess: November 1st, eighteen to nineteen years ago.
Place of Birth: the isle of the lost on the second floor of Frollo's Creperie.
Favorite Color: Grey because it reminds me of my rat friend and it's neutral.
it also makes my father less angry and less likely to punish me—
Favorite Activity: can I put more than one? I've heard you can put more than one, so I'm going to do that. Sorry if it's wrong and impolite. I like baking, cooking, drawing, painting, listening to music, reading, doing experiments, oil painting, tie-dye, sewing, playing music, sailing, learning languages, learning, and reading/writing poetry.
Favorite School Subject; Home ec because it's one of the only classes I have other than my bible study classes. I'm home-schooled, so I don't know any other classes one would have.
Father's Name (or alias): Claude Frollo.
Mother's Name (or alias): I don't know. My father doesn't like to talk about her and made that very clear the one time I asked. I think she's dead.
Father's Profession: Owner of Frollo's Creperie.
Mother's Profession: She's dead so none.
Who is your favorite of the first wave of VKs? There is no wrong answer.
Evie, I guess. She seemed really nice and didn't treat me as if I was creepy like her friends did.
In your own words, tell us why you want to come to Auradon. There is no wrong answer.
There's no wrong answer? Then I'll be honest.
I want to come to Auradon because I can't stand living on the same island as my father. It might seem harsh but it's the truth and you wouldn't understand unless you were here.
Everyone knows how he treats me. Knows how he's trying to keep me dumb so I won't go exploring 'sinful' things that I have interest in like equal rights, science, art, and music. Knows that he works me halfway to death and punishes me harshly for everything—even things out of my control.
I am everything my father despises.
Red headed, female, left handed, feminist, etc. He hates everything about me and makes it clear every time he sees me.
I don't feel safe here. I fear for my life and the lives of those harboring me.
They may be stronger than me and him but he has more power than us.
More influence.
And that scares me. Please, you're all supposed to be good and sweet and kind and right. You're supposed to be heroes and save people. So, save me and the other kids of the isle.
Please. I'll be good.
I promise.
Please.
I'll do anything, just get me out of here before he kills me. I don't want to see hellfire. I don't want to go back to the closet or the flames. Please. Why did you let this happen? Why didn't you help us? What did we do wrong—
Signature:
Claudine Esther-Mary Frollo.
#disney descendants#descendants#melissa de la cruz#claudine descendants#descendants claudine#claudine frollo#disney descendants applications
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Headcanon that the Isle kids have no clue of what emotions are appropriate for what circumstances, or how to interpret others' emotions.
The Hook kids see yelling and screaming as a completely ordinary form of communication; their father raged so often that they barely even register it.
Carlos finds it very difficult to tell whether he's in trouble or not. Someone acting kind and sweet makes him feel uneasy; when his mother acted like this, he could never tell if it was genuine or merely a facade.
And that's without even getting into Claudine Frollo.
#descendants#the isle of the lost#disney descendants#claudine frollo#carlos de vil#cruella de vil#claude frollo#harriet hook#cj hook#harry hook#james hook
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Claudine: when I was younger I had this game called worm church where I’d bring worms to my room and read them the bible
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Ivy’s deathwish in Dead Beauty AU. The chapter needs to continue, but, yeah. Posting what I’ve got now.
Ivy sits still (too still) with her head laid on top of Claudine’s and the smoke curls around them.
She doesn’t breathe it in, not for several long seconds, not until her lungs decide to cooperate again; then she breathes it in, coughing immediately after.
How embarrassing this is, Ivy de Vil choking on smoke.
„You okay?“ Claudine has the damn audacity to pull away and ask that.
Are you okay?
Did the Hell freeze over?
Did mould jeans actually go back into fashion again?
„Obviously,“ Ivy says, turning her nose up and drawing Claudine close again, before her muscles inevitably lock up, „Never been better.“
„Just checking, you know, with all the alcohol and poison,“ Claudine breathes more smoke into the air and Ivy would love to answer, she really would–
Would she though?
When she can move again, she just slowly stretches out her hand and fingers, watching the light dance on her red nails: She’s got a new manicure, got it done just yesterday. It’s flawless now, bringing her comfort.
She decides she’s fine now, can push herself for a bit more time before she gets the antidote.
Even if she isn’t actually sure how much strychnine she has had, how much time it was since, what with Harry Hook being such a distraction–
It’s his turn now, and she hopes he will come up with something fun.
She also feels like she should tell her youngest cousin what’s going on – right after she yells at him for coming back, and for coming back and not telling her immediately, not necessarily in that order, and, yeah. For that, he can wait a bit.
If he wanted to know, he should have just come to see her.
Ivy steals Claudine’s cigarette to drag a breath from it while her body isn’t being a joy-killing bitch, and here, fuck that–
Claudine has to forcibly take the lit cigarette from her locked up fingers, lest the hot embers fall down her cleavage, and oh no what a shame would that be–
„I wasn’t done with that yet,“ Ivy complains as soon as she can move again, ignoring the way Claudine lifts her eyebrow at her, the way her lips curl.
„Weren’t done with that, I’m sure–“
„Hey,“ Diego, that poor excuse of a cousin, so very rudely interrupts them, „What’s up?“
Ivy is unsure whom she should try to kill with her glare first, as Claudine answers that oh, yeah, don’t worry, she’s just, y’know, actively dying, and all that.
Ivy will have you know she has it completely and utterly under control, thank you very much.
„Harry Hook was there,“ she tells him, „We played Russian Roulette.“
„Of fucking course it was a Hook–“ he mutters, as if he didn’t sleep with the Beauty’s Captain any chance he gets, fucking hypocrite, and, „Did you win or lose?“
Ivy turns her nose up: „Yes,“ she informs him.
„Stupid bitch.“
She tries to show him the middle finger, but just manages to lock herself in a spasm again, damn it–
„Claudine, go get her the antidote – Auntie’s sleeping pills, she’s keeping them in her bedside table, second drawer,“ he commands, as if he had any fucking right to order around her Claudine–
„Fuck you, Diego,“ she spits out as soon as she can, „Fuck you.“
Then she turns to Claudine, quickly getting her tone under control, speaking sweeter and angling herself just so: „Could you go get it, sweetheart? She moved it to the first drawer.“
It is probably getting just a bit too late, she supposes.
„…Fine,“ sighs out Claudine, „For you.“
She gets up and extinguishes the cigarette on an ashtray and Ivy mourns the loss almost immediately.
She chooses to glare at Diego, what with his annoying insistence on not dying and stuff.
Claudine walks round Diego, who leans on the doorframe with his hands crossed, and as soon as she’s out of earshot, he asks: „Really? Hook? And Frollo – why are you still so hung up on her, anyway?“
Ivy chooses to not-hear the second answer, and instead spits out: „Oh, so this is how it is?! When you sleep with a Hook, it’s okay, but if I do it, I’m suicidal and danger to myself?!“
„Yes! Ivy, they are dangerous, and fuck, look at yourself–“
She manages to throw the glass at him before she spasms again – he dodges, that fucker, and comes help her into a safer position.
Gods, sometimes she really hates him.
„Look at yourself too,“ she says when she can breathe again, ignoring the way her hands can’t seem to stop shaking, and the way Diego takes them into his, „Your throat is still bruised, and how long was it? A week?“
„Two.“
„You looked like she tried to rip out your throat with her teeth.“
He smirks, that bastard; „Pretty sure she did try that, yeah–“
And that’s how Claudine finds them, laughing because there is nothing else to do, because they are just two lost cases anyway, because the de Vils have reached Hell and yet they keep on sinking.
And yet, Ivy lets Claudine force–feed her the pill.
#disney descendants#claudine frollo#ivy de vil#diego de vil#dead beauty au#poisoning#substance abuse
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#descendants#disney descendants#claudine frollo#claude frollo#the hunchback of notre dame#dcoms#disney#disney channel#polls#descendants polls#my polls#my stuff#i say light brown
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Kicking my feet giggling about lore drops
Anyway, did yall know both St. Agatha and St. Catherine of Seina are the patron saints of fire protection
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Diego de Vil and Claudine Frollo
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For your consideration: deaf Quasimodo and (selectively) mute Claudine bonding with/over sign language. Quasimodo starts signing and Claudine shyly signs something back and it’s just. Instant connection on that front.
The isle developed it’s own sign language from a combination of other sign languages of the residents (just like how I imagine they’d form a pidgin to speak in) so it’s not a 1-on-1 match of signs at all, but they try really hard to work it out and they generally get the basic gists, and both try to also learn some of the other’s signs.
#my posts#Disney descendants#Claudine Frollo#Quasimodo is deaf/hoh in the musical (and I think the book too) and I don’t think we use that enough
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haven’t posted about demon hunter au in a while. i’ve been working on characters and worldbuilding and hopefully i’ll be able to work on the first story soon but life sure is happening. anyway, have picrews of main/prominent characters (some found here) at various points in the story ft. the name they go by because demons. (under a cut because it’s long)
harriet hook | ettie
princess audria | audrey/briar
li lanying | lonnie
claudine frollo | deenie
gwendolyn gothel | ginny
zephyr de chateaupers | haley
princess melora pendragon | elaine
clovis de chateaupers | alaois
charlotte turner | lotti
ielenia faery | jane
#I’ll reblog with like three more because picture limit#also an explanation abt name distinction because I like the worldbuilding#I’d also be willing to explain certain appearances if yall wanna ask#ties that bind#demon hunter au#disney descendants#descendants#harriet hook#audrey rose#li lonnie#claudine frollo#ginny gothel#zephyr de chateaupers#oc: elaine of camelot#oc: clovis de chateaupers#oc: charlotte turner#jane descendants
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Invisible truth au picrews (Part 1);
Picrews for my descendants-encanto crossover ocs/kids. Only shows what they look like as adults because I don't know any good kid ones that would fit the Encanto style.
Picrew link.
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Rick Madrigal (formerly Ratcliffe). Oldest adoptive son of Bruno Madrigal.
Claudine Madrigal (formerly Frollo). Oldest adoptive daughter of Bruno Madrigal.
Rachel Madrigal (formerly Ratcliffe). Youngest adoptive daughter of Bruno Madrigal.
Rory Madrigal (formerly Ratcliffe). Youngest adoptive son (and child in general) of Bruno Madrigal.
#descendants#disney descendants#melissa de la cruz#scrapped encanto characters#encanto#encanto scrapped characters#encanto deleted characters#encanto au#disney descendants au#descendants au#descendants claudine#claudine descendants#rick ratcliffe#rick descendants#descendants rick#what if claudine frollo and rick ratcliffe were adapted by Bruno Madrigal#the invisible truth
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The VKs and Games
It doesn't matter what kind of games they like to play. It doesn't matter what kind of game it is. The very notion of a game is warped, for some of them.
The last time Harriet Hook played a game, it was in an attempt to keep her barely-out-of-toddlerhood siblings quiet and occupied as they crouched in a small dark place on the Jolly Roger and their father rampaged in a drunken rage.
The very idea of playing a game is completely foreign to Claudine Frollo. She genuinely has no idea what it is.
The only games Mal, Uma, Evie, Ginny Gothel, and anyone else with fairy or witch blood have experience with are word games, riddles, where one misspoken word costs you a lot more than the game. They are experts in wording things very carefully and finding loopholes.
The only games Freddie and Celia Facilier have ever played are card games. And they're always for something, even something small and useless. Games are never for free.
When Carlos was younger, Cruella sometimes played a game with him. Usually it involved Carlos having to pretend to be a puppy and Cruella hitting him with her cane if he forgot.
#descendants#disney descendants#the isle of the lost#harriet hook#harry hook#cj hook#hook siblings#captain hook#claudine frollo#mal descendants#uma descendants#evie descendants#ginny gothel#freddie facilier#celia facilier#cruella de vil#carlos de vil
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Claudine: you killed him!
Marya: actually, I believe he died of natural causes.
CJ, checking the body: knife to the neck.
Claudine: I thought you said he died of natural causes.
Helena: there is nothing more natural than dying from a knife to the neck.
Freddie, nodding: what would be unnatural is if he survived.
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18) Who talks to the other while they are sleeping?
19) Who drives and who has the window seat?
20) Who falls asleep in the others lap and who carries them to bed?
21) Who cuts the others hair?
28) Who writes poems/stories and love songs about the other? Do they sing the songs the write for them?
8) Who likes to wear the others sweatshirts?
for either mutually destructive threesome or Ivy/Claudine!
I think I'm gonna do both. I'm bored ✨
First, mutually destructive threesome:
Who talks to the other when they sleep?
...All of them. They're Isle kids, it's easier to do feelings when the other can't hear it, yeah?
Not that. Not that they do feelings. At all.
Also, they're drama queens.
Who drives and who has the window seat?
Harriet drives most often. She should NOT be driving.
For one, her drivers license consists of a post it note with „I can do what I want to“ with Ben's signature and „Please, let her."
She should not be driving anyway but she likes the control. Being in a car someone else drives is Not Good.
Anthony drives sometimes. He's safer driver than Harriet. He likes to do the hand on gear shift - hand on knee thing.
Ginny is passenger princess.
Unless she wants to drive somewhere with Maddy - well. Harriet saw that once and proceeded to give them a lift from there on.
Who falls asleep in others lap and who carries them to bed?
They take turns collapsing ✨
Isle kids who refuse to take care of themselves and also are mostly just feral cats.
Who cuts others hair?
Anthony.
No question about this one. I mean, look at him.
Sometimes, the girls give themselves or eachother a "haircut" with a knife, which just means Anthony has to fix it.
Who writes poems//songs?
They do NO such thing, thank you for asking.
Harriet. She's a pretentious bitch like that. But you'd die very painfully long before getting to the diary in her drawer.
Who likes to wear the others sweatshirts?
None of them wear sweatshirts!
Ew-
(Ginny.)
Okay, moving on: Ivy and Claudine:
Who talks to the other when they're sleeping?
I'd say Claudine. Again, it's easier to deal with feelings when the other can't hear.
I don't think Ivy wants to extend effort for something that Claudine won't remember anyway though.
Who drives and who has the window seat?
Ivy drives. She also does the hand thing like Anthony.
And she also shouldn't be driving. You see, she just doesn't believe in driving laws. They're boring and slowing her down. Plus any car the de Vil cousins drive is tuned to hell and back. Plus there's enough funky shit going on with her brain that she shouldn't be granted a license. Don't worry tho Auradon didn't do mental assesments for that until WAY after Isle kids started driving.
Needless to say, it takes near act of god do get Claudine to a car every time.
Who falls asleep on others lap?
Ivy and Claudine just has to deal with it.
Who cuts others hair?
Given that Claudine still refuses to enter the Tremaine salon, Ivy.
She also gives a haircut to herself whe she is at it and yes it is for the sole purpose of giving the Tremaines a heart attack the next time she shows up.
Who writes poems/song?
Well maybe Claudine, repressed feelings and all, but it ends up in a fire real fast.
Probably good thing, too, Ivy would be insufferable if she found it.
Who likes to wear the others sweatshirts?
Again, they do NOT wear sweatshirts, what is WRONG with you?!
(Ivy refuses to touch these with a ten feet pole and while she has a bunch of coats liberated or given from Auntie's closet, she might be a tiny bit too jealous of these. Also, Claudine mostly refuses to wear them anyway.)
Frankly I don't think Claudine knows what a sweatshirt is.
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It's the holiday season!! Which means it's time for gift giving!! Here ya go @shellyseashell it's a fic!! (For @descendantsgiftexchange)
the violence in the pouring rain
The ships were dark, everyone hunkered down in the hulls. There weren't enough places inland for them all, so on the ships they stayed. Even the ones who did have a place to stay elsewhere stayed, down with the ship and all that nonsense.
The storm was hitting full force now. The end must only be a day or two away with how long they had been under siege. There had been no warning for this storm for once. Just a drop then a sudden rush of water. They barely had any time to change the sails before everything went to hell.
Harry paced around the room, itching to leave and check on the others. Uma just watched, knowing she couldn’t calm him for once. The storm had left everyone on edge, but it was effecting these two in particular harder, Uma with the knowledge that the ship hadn’t been ready to leave port and thus will have many more damages than usual, and Harry with the knowledge that both The Shattered Hope and the Jolly Roger were able to leave port and ride out the storm in open sea. If those ships went down, they couldn’t save them; The Lost Revenge would go down as well if they tried.
So there they waited in the captain’s cabin, watching over the deck and sails. Preferring to dwindle down Uma’s personal stash of food rather than take the trek to the mess hall and take food from the crew’s mouths. It has been three days now. They shouldn’t have very much longer to wait out. Right?
Claudine sat restless, stuck on a boat that wasn't her own, locked in a room for days now. She couldn’t even relieve her boredom in her normal ways, not with Marya across the room. The bleeding scratches hidden on her legs were the only thing keeping her sane. She pressed her fingers into the marks, sending a flare of pain through her body. A slight hiss escaped her lips, yet her shoulders relaxed.
Marya’s head snapped towards her, concern lacing her eyes. She looked over her, before moving towards Claudine, the string in her hands all but forgotten. Sitting beside her, close but never touching, she started to ramble. On and on, Marya talked about anything and everything; she talked about patients and Sammy and people in general before switching into Russian and talking about who knows what. This continued on for what felt like forever, but it did keep Claudine’s mind off the storm, off the isolation. The words kept going, kept calming, until a series of knocks came. Foods here.
Harriet stood on the deck, the crashing waves, pouring rain, and severe rocking barely phasing her. Drinking straight from the bottle, she watched everything. Her ship and how it was taking the storm. Her fathers ship and how far worse it was doing. The Isle and all the water it was taking. It was all under her eyes, all for her to consume. She takes another drink before walking back to her cabin.
They had left her. Went back to their cages. Far far away from her. It’s not like she needed them here. All of their complaining and posturing would’ve been a nightmare. She didn’t need Anthony’s cold hands or his hypocritical concern. She didn’t need Ginny’s weight on her or her dramatic sighs. No. She didn’t need them at all. All she needed was her ship, which need to survive this god forbidden storm. (If Claudine stayed alive long enough for her to force the burden once more onto Uma, that would be a plus.)
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VKs x Flowers
Harriet
Anthony
Diego
Claudine and Ginny
Pick your fave
#descendants#harriet hook#anthony tremaine#diego de vil#claudine frollo#ginny gothel#descendants sketch#descendants fanart
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