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Judge Claude Frollo and Sybille (OC)

Just a quick lil doodle today

Sybille, so sick of his bullshit but about to go back for more:

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Punching Frollo

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ankle jokes aside I always did find it very frustrating there's no clear art of what frollo looks like without his robe for the purpose of knowing exactly what proportions we're dealing with when drawing.

that being said we always have this art i found on heritage auctions that has a pretty clear view of his legs... the only sacred texts... (to my knowledge)

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🕯️📚...

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I had two distinct ideas

But nothing's happening yet

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More dom/sub themed fresme because I want that old man obliterated.

Was really unsure about posting this so under the cut it goes ( •◡•)ᑐ🝐 ⭒*

A few content/trigger warnings before you rush to the art:

• A little suggestive (let's describe it as "violent smooching")

• Minor blood warning (a drop, really but it's there).

• It's Frollo/Esmeralda ship art, click away if that's not your thing.

I'll go take a shower now and repent all the decisions that led me to make this, bye.

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Ok fine, I guess even this human waste deserves some sympathy 🙄

Had to balance the angst with some comfort.

(In case you missed my last post, no, Esme did not punch him 🙃)

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Striptease (1996) is basically a dlc to The Hunchback of Notre Dame (1996)

we have Demi Moore playing a live-action-Esmeralda (she's an exotic dancer) and Burt Reynolds playing an absolutely pathetic old congressman who becomes infatuated with Moore's character after seeing her dance

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Every night in every dreams I get, I am seeing a face of an unfamiliar man walking around the corners of my room. Sometimes he's sitting, sometimes he's above my desk.

And most of the time he's naked. Like an angel in its purest form.

His... bare body I am seeing. The entirety of him before my very eyes. A voice so sweet and almost sticky to the feeling that if you dare to take it off, it won't let go.

The moment I close my eyes to sleep, it's the same man.

The same blond man whose name is unknown.

And it's been three months...

Oh, the moments we had, the pleasure he brings the second my body touches the bed.

His moans surrounds my hear, his body feels so real to touch, his smell so unfamiliar yet it it feels like a warm embrace.

As the dream progresses through, conversations are held.

“Wh-when are you telling me who you are..?”

He didn't answered.

It was there when the realization had dawned upon me. He wasn't real. He never is. this man right here is just a fragment of my imagination and sinful fantasies.

“I have to go.” He says.

Those four words made me feel worse than ever.

As my silver eyes bore into his blue orbs, I realized that it's a permanent leave.

So I didn't spoke.

I woke up having an intense headache.

As I went throughout the course of my day, a letter in the golden seal of fleur-de-lis arrived, saying my newly deployed captain of the guard called "Phoebus"— what a lame name— is arriving today. I never saw him yet but I couldn't care less.

Very well. Time to get rid of the old one.

The dungeons had been nothing but filled with the previous captain's pained bellowing until a few minutes has passed that the doors had swung open. His armor clinking gently as he walks in with his face still in the shadows.

“Hi. I'm looking for a man named 'Minister Claude Frollo'...?” He spoke.

Well, he sounded familiar... Way too familiar..

“It is I. Step closer. I wanted to see your face.”

“Yes sir.”

My heart dropped, my blood shot cold, my throat went dry, my breath shuddered.

The man from my dream— He's... He's real.

“...Phoebus?”

He only replied with a small smile before uttering a greeting in return. His voice tinged with longing as if we've known each other for a long time in different worlds.

“Hello, Claude.”

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This work is titled "Loose Ends"

Okay, fair warning, this turned down a dark path, with really dark and tragic implications, but not often discussed.

What happened to Quasimodo’s father?

Well, it might not need saying, because the most probable answer is not a happy one. Presumably, he was taken to the Palace of Justice and executed along with the others on that boat some time later.

It just made me wonder, did Frollo have any further contact or interaction with him, however brief during that time? Did he know? Did he dare disclose the fate of his wife and child?

In any-case, likely ordered his execution anyway as quickly as possible. No ties, no witnesses- other than the archdeacon.

And yes, I do personally believe he is Quasi's father (I have heard theories he may not be/ had been adopted etc) but I don't think is the case; there's nothing in the movie to suggest that. Yes, the book and the stage show are another matter and go their own ways. Related, but separate entities,

'"Quasi doesn't look like his parents." That’s most likely due to his disfigurement. Genetics are weird, really weird sometimes, over multiple generations, nothing can be ruled out. (Do your punnet squares, people)

The whole Bells of Notre Dame sequence was done in the way it was in order to simplify and streamline the story from the more convoluted original tale- adding in such a complication seems absurd and unlikely.

Him using the words 'shut it up will you' - again, this is not sound evidence to suggest he wasn't. It may have been because of the tense circumstances of their situation at the time.

Finally, (though it may not count as canon, but the best to go on) In one of the series of officially licensed Disney story books called 'Quasimodo the Brave' it states that he is, and the reason that they journeyed from Orleans to Paris, was to get medicine/help for their child. And it goes even darker - afterwards Frollo, furious of their entry to Paris even ordered the round up of more Romani in Orleans too. Yikes!

Frollo really is a Bastard wasn't he?

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Pardon my insolence but how can you keep such performing body at your age?

You tore apart Notre Dame's doors with just a sword, were able to momentarily grapple with Quasimodo (who I am sure is made of 99% lean muscle) and also pulled yourself up with only one hand while hanging from a roof.

Do you workout or something?

If yes I want proof pictures

“Know this: strength is not merely a matter of muscle or youthful vigor, but of the will—a relentless resolve that drives the body beyond its natural limits. Moreover, when one’s strength is driven by conviction, it becomes a force unto itself.”

“Hmph. But yes, I 'workout' as one would call it. But no illustrations or akin to it. Enjoy this young photograph of me judging you instead.”

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baby frollo in youth camp 🥲✨

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Oh sir, why, pray tell, do you like sunflowers out of all the flora that dwells in our world? A most lively and joyous flower indeed for such a sober and stern personality whom you possess.

Although it is true, the gloomiest temperament often hides a softer underbelly, too delicate and fragile to face everyday's pangs...

Just my personal conjectures of course.

“I never find them likeable if you ask me. I just...”

He looks at the bundle of wilted sunflowers on his desk beside a familiar golden bascinet

“I just grew to like them as time passed.”

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PLEASE parents check your Halloween candy! I just found Frollo in this Rolo.

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“Hey. It's been years. Can you believe it's been years?”

I heard nothing from him but the distant sound of the rustling wind as I am knelt in front of him.

“I know it's— Look, I may show less emotions right now but I have to admit that I missed you.

It's okay. if you don't want to talk, that's a given. You're not... Directly looking at me but I know you miss me too.”

I heaved a sigh as I fidgeted on the small bundle of baby's breath on my hands before handing it to him.

“I... Brought your favorite. I have no idea if your floral preferences have changed over the years but I tried.”

“I'm never a kind person to you. I never even fought for our relationship and it sucks that I've abandoned you like you hold no value to me.”

“But... Do believe me when I say you're the most—” I couldn't do it. The tears welling up my eyes can't hold back no more. “The most special person there is.”

“I vowed to wear black everyday not just because it's my career but an oath to always remember you even in the simplest of days.”

After what looks like years of maintaining a stoic face, I cried. I felt my tears streaming down my sunken cheeks as my eyes bawled as if it shed tears for the first time.

It's painful. Just as painful as the day I lost him.

As I leaned down to kiss where he lies, I shuddered as it felt cold. It was cold as ice. Even colder than my own hands.

“I love you.”

As I light up the candles, I firmly placed it down beside him and got up from the numbing pain from sitting down.

“I have to go.” I said as I dusted off my robe and heave.

“Take care Jehan.”

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Happy Halloween 🎃