#claudine frollo

[isleofdarkness]

The Isle had its own slang and little phrases. This never fails to throw Auradon through a loop.

Riah, pissed off about something; I swear to Black Jesus, you are on my last mother fucking nerve! Chad; ... You swear to what now?

Mal; Well fuck me gently with a chainsaw. Jane; Please do not engage in unsafe activities with chainsaws.

Carlos; Sleep is for the evolutionary inferior. Audrey; I beg your pardon?

Evie; Shall I compare thee to a horse's ass? Ally; ... What?

Claudine; I wish upon you what King Lyon wishes upon the Isle. Carina; Oh, thank you Claudine; ... Sure, we'll go with that.

Jay; Live fast, die young, leave a hot-ass corpse, that's what I always say. Doug; You should say something else.

It's hilarious because it confuses both parties so much.

[dragoneyes618]

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.

[princess-ibri]

What would be the backstory behind Judge Claude Frollo?

So tip what I’d do is basically just adapt the backstory he had from the book. He and his brother are orphans, taken in by the church, Frollo grows up to be the self righteous judge and his brother Jehan becomes a gambling drinking wastrel. I think the animosity/belief in his own righteousness would grow from Frollo’s relationship with his brother. Jehan’s rebellious actions constantly put their hopes of stability growing up in jeopardy, and young Claude feels superior to him because he’s rewarded for towing the line, and that just sort of builds up overtime to the whole world, eventually turning from “I’m in the right because I’m doing right” to “I’m always in the right”.

Also I had Jehan be the father of Claudine in my rewrite of her for Canon Descendants, as Claude Frollo deserves to die eternally frustrated.

Since the backstory wasn’t really long I will take this opportunity to drop the little idea I had for my take on a HOND 2 rewrite/better sequel. I was looking over the Disney Villain Recruitors from Tokyo DisneySea—Park only characters that are like new Sidekicks to the villains and wondering how I’d adapt them to the DisneyVerse, and had the idea that Frollo’s Recruiter, Veil, would actually be a demon that’s been sent as his handler basically when he makes a deal in Hell to come back as a revenant to try and get revenge.

The bell she wears around her neck is his reliquary which’s holds what’s left if his soul—Ala Rasputin from Anastasia—and the plot , which would include a rewrite of Madelline from HOND 2 cuz I like her design and Quasi deserves love to, would probably pull in my rewrites for Zephyr and Claudine as well and have a Medieval Folk Horror flavor over all of it.

[hannahhook7744]

Can you do a whole "Encanto Next Gen as Vines/ Incorrect Quotes" post? That'd be really funny lol

Character Guide:

(Children of Isabela Rojas Madrigal and Bubo Marquez):

Miguel Melchor Marquez Madrigal Jr/Smiley/MJ. 

Zoey Alejandra Marquez Madrigal.

Arlo Emo Marquez Madrigal.

Avila Brisa Marquez Madrigal.

(Children of Antonio Espinosa Madrigal):

Giovanni Refugio Espinosa Madrigal. 

(Children of Mirabel Rojas Madrigal and Miguel Rivera):

Vera Coco Rivera Madrigal.

Renata Imelda Rivera Madrigal.

Mariana Isabela Luisa Rivera Madrigal.

Marisol Carmela Victoria Rivera Madrigal.

Marcelo Héctor Rivera Madrigal.

(Camilo Espinosa Madrigal and Mina Prepon):

Carlos Manuel Madrigal Prepon.

José Lorenzo Madrigal Prepon.

Hugo Jerónimo Madrigal Prepon.

Sofia Azucena Madrigal Prepon.

Amelia Sadia Madrigal Prepon.

(Children of Dolores Espinosa Madrigal and Mariano Guzmán):

Ligera Juana Guzman Madrigal.

Oscar Candelario Guzmán Madrigal.

Elmira Dorila Guzman Madrigal.

Leta Pepa Guzmán Madrigal.

Princesa Rosetta Guzmán Madrigal.

Fuega Alba Guzmán Madrigal.

Juan Félix Guzmán Madrigal.

Javier Gabriel Guzmán Madrigal. 

(Children of Luisa Rojas Madrigal and Ryder Nattura):

Tito Krsitoff Nattura Madrigal.

Emilia Lydia Nattura Madrigal.

Amada Honeymaren Nattura Madrigal.

Silvia Julieta Nattura Madrigal.

Belinda Petra Nattura Madrigal.

(Children of Bruno Madrigal):

Cesare Bartholomew Colmcille Madrigal Botero (Formerly Frollo).

Cornel Thomas Howard Sebastian Madrigal Botero (Formerly Frollo and Formerly Gaskit). 

Cyriacus Ignatius Vladmir Madrigal Botero (Formerly Frollo).

Richard 'Rick' Perseus Madrigal Botero (Formerly Ratcliffe).

Claudine Esther-Mary Agnes Dymphna Madrigal Botero (Formerly Frollo). 

Rachel Anneliese Madrigal Botero (Formerly Ratcliffe).

Rory Elias Madrigal Botero (Formerly Ratcliffe).

Glendale ‘Glenn’ Hazel Gothel (soon to be Madrigal). 

Mason Primethorn Gothel (soon to be Madrigal). 

Magnolia ‘Gigi’ Marguerite Gothel (soon to be Madrigal). 

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Hugo *falls through ceiling* 

Giovanni, not even phased: Hi Hugo.

Hugo, laying on a pile of rubble—his head resting on the floor, completely: Hi Giovanni. 

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Hugo, quieter: That hurt.

Cesare: Hey I'm back from the market—WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!

Cyriacus, standing in the center of a strangely neat pentagram drawn on Casita's floors and holding a melting candle in one hand, and a book in another: You told me to satanize the house! 

Cesare: Sanitize! I said sanitize! Clean this up before Abuela and the padre get here!

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Princesa: You can trust me! Let's not forget who pulled you out of that river when you were 12!

Fuega: Let's not forget who pushed me in. 

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Miguel Jr *jumps from the second balcony of Casita in a bubble shield, bounces, and breaks something*

Arlo, on his last fucking straw: THIS IS WHY MOM DOESN'T FUCKING LOVE YOU!

Camilo *laughs loudly off screen*

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Arlo: Here’s a fun Christmas idea. We hang mistletoe, but instead of kissing, you have to FIGHT whoever else is under it.

Zoey: Arlo no.

Miguel Jr: Mistlefoe.

Zoey: Please stop encouraging him.

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Arlo: I trust Zoey.

Miguel Jr: You think they know what they're doing?

Arlo: I wouldn't go that far.

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Arlo: Oscar! My face is on fire!

Oscar: Arlo! Are you ok?!

Arlo: Oh yes, I'm fine. I just said that to make sure you'd come in here quickly.

Oscar: But your face is on fire.

Arlo: Yes. It's much faster than shaving.

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Oscar: Please, I'm begging you, go to a doctor.

Arlo: I'm sorry is this OUR stab wound? Stay out of it.

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Arlo: Listen, I can explain…

Zoey: You’re making $500 and you’re only gonna pay me $100?

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Miguel Jr: You’re getting 100 dollars? I’m getting $20!

Avila: You guys are getting paid?

Marcelo: Ma'am, this is a Wendy’s.

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Someone random: Wow, are you guys twins?

Marisol *stares at Mariana*

Mariana *stares back*

Marisol and Mariana *scream  in sync* YOU STOLE MY FACE!  *runs away in opposite directions*

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Hugo: Marcelo, how are those chicken strips?

Marcelo, looking at Hugo's blackened chicken strips: F%#K YA CHICKEN STRIPS.....F%#K ya chicken strips!

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Rick: You fight like my sister!

José, being a smart ass: I've fought your sister, that's a compliment!

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Princesa: There is no better feeling than someone playing with your hair. Or running her fingers down your back—

Leta: Unless you thought you were alone.

Oscar: And now, the weather.

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Renata: Get a real job! And some pants!

Marcelo, who was just walking past: annnnd that's enough of this game. 

Vera, grumbling: I am wearing pants. You just have a stupid power.

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Five year old Sofia *running around during the family barbecue, something shiny in her hands*

Camilo, drink in hand: what you got there, Sof?

Five year old Sofia *smilingly widely* A KNIFE! *runs off*

Camilo *spits out his drink, drops it, and rubs after her* NO!

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Tito, 15 years old: Yo, how much money do you have?

Amada, 5 years old: 69 cents.

 Tito: AYE, you know what that means?

Amada, sad: I don't have enough money for chicken nuggets.

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Miguel Jr: Hurricane Katrina? More like Hurricane Tortilla *throws tortilla into Marcelo’s face on accident*

Marcelo, as the tortilla slides slowly down his face: I hate you.

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Claudine: AHH! Stahhp. I coulda dropped mah croissant.

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Mason: Mothertrucker, dude, that hurt like a buttcheek on a stick.

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Cesare: Glendale, can you read number 23 for the class?

Glenn: No, I cannot.... What up? I'm Glenn, I'm 19 and I never fucking learned how to read.

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Fuega, trying to come out to Ligera: Hey, I'm lesbian.

Ligera, having stayed up all night making shadow puppets with her friends: I thought you were Colombian.

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Juan: WHAT ARE THOSEEEEE?

Javier: THEY are my crocs!

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Belinda:  In my defense, I was left unsupervised.

Elmira: Wasn't Silvia with you?

Silvia: In my defense, I was also left unsupervised.

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Rachel, not in the least bit sorry: I think we're gonna have to kill this guy, Cornel.

Cornel, soberly: Damn. 

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Emilia: You have to apologize to the town!

Oscar: Fine. 'Unfuck you' or whatever.

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Carlos: WHOEVER THREW THAT PAPER, YOUR MOM'S A HOE!

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Amelia, shoots up in bed in the middle of the night: Oh my god, they were roommates.

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Rory: This Bitch Empty, YEET! *Throws bottle*

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Gigi: Mason stop...Mason stop...You're gonna get in trouble. Mason.

[idontliketomatoesleavemealone]

Harriet: we can have a nervous breakdown later. Everyone get it together

Claudine: ok but when we do have our nervous breakdowns I'm going first

[aiodenhunt]

Isle dreamer.

Where the Hook siblings assume CJ died. Set during wicked world, before D2

! TW!

-Character death (Let's pretend CJ is dead and not in Auradon for the sadsies)

-Depictions of grief.

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Harriet went to sleep without thinking a lot about CJ being out for the night. Her sister was that way, she would never come back home in the estimated time. CJ would always come back one hour after her curfew, just to mess around with them.

Plus, she was with Freddie. If someone could put some reason into Calista’s head that was definitely Freddie.

So there was apparently nothing to worry about.

She stopped worrying about CJ coming home to sleep when the latter was around 11, ever since then CJ would sleep ‘Wherever the night caught her’ and take turns sleeping in the Jolly Roger, The lost revenge, Freddie’s house or Harriet’s ship; The crimson zephyr. She had that bad habit.

Her sister was just that careless.

And Harriet had given up with her a long time ago. Once she found CJ eating breakfast in her ship’s kitchen, which would’ve been normal if her sister had slept in her ship the previous night.

Harriet honestly didn’t care about that. She had learned to leave one window open and extra food just for CJ. It was better if her sister slept there than on the streets like the other children on the Isle.

Uma also didn’t mind CJ’s random presence on her ship, the pirate had just adopted her as ‘Harry’s annoying little sister that crashes here without warning’ and rolled along with it.

Captain Hook? He was sometimes delighted to see his daughter come back to her home and spend the night there, sometimes he would make it clear he didn’t want her there.

So, yeah. CJ spending the night out while she had explicitly told Harriet she would sleep in her ship wasn’t that much of a big deal. Maybe the Faciliers made something CJ likes for dinner and so she decided to spend the night there.

Oh well, she would just scold her little sister when she got home and that’s it.

Cj will be fine. She can fetch for herself.

So the following night, Harriet Hook woke up without too many worries inside of her head, half of those worries weren’t really related to her sister. They were mostly about her crew or the fact that they lived on a jail-island, nothing too bad or out of the ordinary.

She walked out of her cabin, heading to the kitchen. Greeting some of her crewmates in the process.

Claudine Frollo was already up, making breakfast for her crew. She was probably the only member of the crew who got up at the unholy hour that 5am was.“Good morning, Captain.” She said, serving some crepes for Harriet.

“ ‘Morning, have you seen Calista around the ship?” The captain asked, sitting down to eat what had been just served to her.

Claudine shook her head no.

“Are you sure?” Harriet insisted.

“If she had slept inside of the ship, I would’ve heard her entering it. You know I have quite the sensitive ear.”

“Hm.True.” Harriet hummed, taking some last bites out of her breakfast. “She must’ve spent the night with Harry or Freddie. She’ll probably be back in a day or two.”

“May the lord be with her.” Claudine made the cross gesture.

Harriet just let out a sigh. “Yeah let the religious stuff from your dad for an actually dangerous situation, We’ve got raids to do.”

And so, the next two days passed by normally for Harriet Hook.

Her rutinary raids, antics, some robbery and someone being stabbed, whatever was normal for her.

But, during those days. CJ was nowhere to be seen. At least inside of her ship.

She woke up with a little of a hangover from drinking last night, walking to the kitchen with one of her hands holding an ice pack on her head to calm down the migraine.

Harriet barely opened her mouth, and Claudine already had an answer for her question. “CJ still isn’t here. And no, Sammy hasn’t seen her either.”

The captain sighed. “Don’t serve me any breakfast, give it to Sammy or whoever needs it. I’m going to the Lost revenge to drag that brat back home.”

Harriet could hear a small giggle before leaving. “Good luck with that rascal.”

The way to the Lost revenge wasn’t too far from her. The isle was quite small, so it was just around two blocks away from her own ship. The port was way too small.

She knocked three times on the wooden of the ship, some of Uma’s pirates looking at her with fear, and some others with respect.

Uma looked at her from the deck, looking like she wanted to cuss her out of there at first; but once she realized it was Harriet she only sighed. “Ah, it 's you.”

“Harry! Your sister’s here!” The fellow captain screamed so loud it could probably be heard on all of the ship.

“The crazy one or the normal one?”

“The normal one!”

And so, Harry could soon be heard walking towards the deck, then he jumped out of the ship. “What up?”

“Has CJ been sleeping here for the last three days?” Harriet asked, straightforward.

Her brother bit his lip, frowning. “I was actually going to ask you if she had been sleeping in the Crimson zephyr. Haven’t seen that polliwog around in a while.”

Harriet took a deep breath. “So she hasn’t!”

Harry shook his head no. “Might be at dad’s.”

The captain shrugged, wanting to not look lowkey frustrated. “Wanna search for her with me? Maybe Hook’s got her hostage thinking she’s Peter pan or something. She never stays with him for that long.”

“Oh I had forgotten she’s that guy’s age already.” Harry mumbled. “Count me in. Uma ain’t doing anything interesting today.”

And so, The oldest sibling nodded, walking across the port along with her brother.

The Jolly roger being so close to the Lost revenge it was almost comical it took them around three minutes to get there

Once they were close enough, Harry yelled. “Oh Dad! Would you mind talking to your children?”

Hook looked down at them, making some gestures with his fake hand. “I do it every once in a while. What do you want now?”

“Have you seen Calista? Or, a child resembling Peter Pan lately?” Harriet asked, her arms crossed.

Their father frowned at the mention of that boy. “My little girl? Nope, and I wish I don’t see that hellish boy or anyone who resembles him again.”

Harriet sighed, turning around and walking away from the port (Dragging Harry along with her), refusing to listen to Hook any longer. “I believe him. If he had lost his mind he wouldn’t make it clear that Cj’s his favorite child.”

Harry decided to not argue any longer. Walking to wherever Harriet was going to.

Which seemed to be… The arcade the Facilier’s run?

How odd.

Harriet entered almost kicking the door open, her presence being ominous enough to startle most people inside of the arcade. She looked straight into Dr.Facilier’s eyes as soon as she spotted him.

“Has CJ slept here the last three days, Shadowman?”

“Easy there, Hook. I could ask you the exact same question about Freddie.” The older man answered, something in his voice made the phrase look like a threat. “Unlike your little sister she has some manners. She never sleeps outside of her home, much less uninvited. Where is my daughter?”

Harry almost walks up to Facilier, hook in hand. Yet Harriet stopped him.

“Where is my sister? They should be together. I’m not looking for a fight.” The pirate dropped her sword, and made her brother drop his hook. (Although he rolled his eyes when she did.) “Kidnapping your daughter would only make CJ hate me.”

The shadowman seemed a little more relaxed, less menacing. Yet he still looked stressed. “I’m serious. I don’t know where both of them are. Celia has been worried, so am I. We figured maybe CJ was keeping her hidden, or rather hiding with her.”

Harriet growled in frustration, picking up her sword and passing the hook to her brother.

“Whatever. Those two must be hiding anywhere waiting for us to lose our minds searching for them. I’ll tell you when I find them, so you can also ground Freddie for life for letting CJ do that.”

Facilier nodded, with a heavy sigh. Then the siblings left the arcade.

Harriet kicked a stone in frustration.

Harry didn’t know quite what to do. Looking worried was not a choice, though. “Maybe she is okay. Just playing hide and seek anywhere, just to toy around with us.”

Harriet bit one of her nails, not wanting to seem worried either. She could not show weakness in public. “Tell Uma and her crew to look out for her literally everywhere. My crew will do the same. No stone must remain unturned.”

Harry let out a laugh. “That polliwog will be so grounded when you get her.”

“She will not see the sunlight until she turns eighteen.”

And so, the day passed by.

All the raids planified for that day came to a halt. For both Uma and Harriet’s crew. The pirates looked for every street inside in the isle, every alley. Every business that could be a possible hideout.

Harriet’s crew even had to swallow down whatever fear they had left and enter Maleficent’s now abandoned castle. Still, no trace of CJ nearby. It seemed like her most probable hideout but there wasn’t a single trail of her or Freddie in there.

The search went on for two weeks.

Uma’s had looked inside of the Hell hall but even there, there was not a single trace of the missing girls.

Every alley had been temporarily invaded by the pirates in search for the girl, and no one was there.

Harriet had screamed her sister’s name time and again, and nobody answered.

During the second week, they had stopped searching and began raiding more often, in case somebody had the guts to hold hostage the youngest Hook child.

The hopes of Cj’s older siblings were high when the raids began, and they had in fact found some of the missing children of the isle who would then be sent back to their parent’s arms.

Nonetheless there was not a single trace of CJ or Freddie in any of those raids. When interrogating people, they claimed that they knew that kidnapping CJ Hook was technically suicide.

So, during the third week of Cj’s disappearance, Harriet and Harry stopped looking for someone living.

Harriet shivered, her voice trembled a little when she asked what might be the hardest question she had ever asked. “I need Uma to ask Ursula if she has seen any remains of CJ in the depths of the sea.”

CJ never learned how to swim unlike her siblings. Maybe she stepped on rotten wood whilst walking on the port and drowned.

Or maybe someone had killed her and dropped her remains into the sea.

They knew the villains were immortal, as she herself accidentally killed her father once. (In self defense.) But they also knew that VK’s could die. Everyone who wasn’t deemed as a dangerous villain was not immortal. How charming. Thank you, King Beast.

Whatever, Harriet needed a coat, her sister’s headband, anything. She needed to know what happened to her baby sister.

Neither of the siblings had the strength to tell their father that they thought CJ was dead. They just knew that he was probably drinking himself blind thanks to her daughter’s disappearance.

Harriet also wanted to do that.

Yet she needed to be sober to keep on looking.

She was angry at first.

Angry at the world who set this godforsaken barrier on them. Angry at herself for not looking out for her sister earlier. Angry at her father, for neglecting them in that way.

She screamed, smashed a couple bottles against the floor and punched a wall, yet the people in her crew knew it was best to let Harriet be.

Sammy told them that it was her captain’s way to go through grief.

Harry, on the other hand, seemed more maniacal than never. Whenever they attacked he laughed more than usual, he was more prone to burst out laughing after any inconvenience happened to him. He lashed out when someone mentioned CJ, too.

Uma was there to hold Harry whenever he broke down. She was there to at least tell him that his sister was probably in a better place now. There was someone to be Harry’s support.

Harriet did have Ginny to hold her down while she lashed out, and unlike Harry and Uma, she was not enough to calm her down completely.

Of course she appreciated her partner, but no romantical love could fill the hole her sister left in her heart.

Harriet had raised that girl. She saw her grow up, she taught her how to read and how to count, she taught her how to defend herself.

Had she done something wrong? Had she forgotten to look somewhere else?

Oh.

She did.

The underworld.

All the dead went there, and the god of the underworld was there, on the Isle. Maybe she could give her an answer.

Nonetheless when Harriet sat down to speak with Hades, all she got was disappointment.

Hades was no longer the ruler of the underworld during his imprisonment, the ones ruling it were Persephone and Nyx. Some other goddesses, or demi-gods. Harriet didn’t gave a single fuck about whatever divine status they had.

Persephone was the only one who could tell her if her sister was dead or not.

And Persephone could only come to the island during the winter. It is currently the beginning of autumn.

Great.

So she had to wait months to know if her sister was alive or not.

Harriet did her best to not break down when she reunited with Harry a couple of days later.

They picked up a couple of the few flowers that could be found across the isle, and some shiny stuff CJ would have wanted.

Since cameras weren’t a thing on the isle and they didn’t have a picture of the deceased girls, Harriet painted a small portrait of CJ and Freddie, although it wasn’t her main hobby or a sustainable one on the isle, she was quite good at it.

They made a makeshift altar on the Crimson zephyr, inside of the cabin where their little sister used to sleep in.

Neither Harriet nor Harry cried during Claudine’s memorial speech, all her time with Frollo had prepared her to host funerals; at last. Celia did cry for Freddie.

Claudine lit up a small candle on the altar for the two souls.

Harry didn’t have the strength to speak during the makeshift funeral.

Neither did Harriet, but she spoke anyway.

She swallowed down a tear while standing in front of the portrait of her little sister. “Calista was not a saint. Hell, she stole from us more times than I can count on my two hands.”

“Yet she never had ill intentions. I dare to say my sister was the closest we will have to someone being genuinely kind on this Godforsaken isle. I hope she is happy and in peace along with her best friend, away from this living hell. I hope that this is a reminder of the cruelty of King Beast. And I hope one day we will be able to break this down, so no more innocents will die with misery and pain being all of what they knew during their short lives. Calista Jane Hook, I hope you forgive your siblings for not being able to save you.”

Maybe she teared up while speaking, yet no one pointed it out.

Harriet doesn’t remember anything else that happened during that funeral. She zoned out, just thinking.

Thinking about how CJ used to tell Harriet about her dreams of navigating and seeing the world beyond the barrier she was born into.

She thought about how that little dreamer never got to see anything more than misery, and thinking about how they don’t even have a body to mourn her properly.

Did she suffer?

Did she go in peace? Did she thought about them while leaving?

What a waste…

Ginny had to drag Harriet to bed that night. She drank until she passed out, mumbling something about not being able to save her.

Maybe one day, the memory of the youngest Hook child will stop being painful.

It won’t be today.

[panthera-tigris-venenata]

Have we considered Claudine Frollo with a hanahaki dissease

[amethxxt]

What are brutally honest thoughts on:

Harriet Hook

Li Shang Jr(ignore his name)

Herkie

Aziz

Claudine Frollo

I'm not sure about brutally honest lol but I'll do my best:

HARRIET HOOK

• I don't think you guys understand how much I love Harriet. She's one of my most favorite Descendants characters to write about.

• Based on the few things we know about her from the books, she already seems awesome. Sometimes, I have to remind myself that my headcanons are not canon lol but I have many about her.

• What bothers me the most about Harriet is not her fault at all. I get so mad that they have created Harriet, Harry and CJ, and altright refuse to have them coexist. I would love to see all three Hook siblings together, but noooo, Disney hates fun.

• I can't remember if they mention her having her own crew, but to me, she does and it's one of the most respected gangs on the Isle. No one dares messing with Captain Harriet.

• She dances with Anthony Tremaine in the books and they're a couple. I'm not sorry, I make the rules and they are canon to me.

• To be honest, I could make a whole list of my headcanons about Harriet, I'm just not doing it now because there's more characters to talk about.

LI SHANG JR

• I wish we had seen more of him, maybe have him and Lonnie interact - then again, I don't think it would be possible for them to include all the characters I want in the movies.

• Again, I hate his name, just to make it clear. Also, just made some headcanons about him and Lonnie here.

• It would be nice to have him interacting with Jay and Carlos in D1 after they joined the Tourney team, maybe giving them pep talks instead of the coach and help them feel like they belong there.

HERKIE

• If Disney doesn't stop giving Descendants characters such terrible names, I swear-

• Again, since he's part of the Tourney team, it would be cool to see the boys interacting with him. Since Herkie's really strong, he could show Jay strenght doesn't have to equal agression.

• I also have a few headcanons about him that I'd be willing to share someday. Herkie's also a minor character in my fic about Audrey.

AZIZ

• My poor boy, getting cut from the first movie...

• Seriously, I would've loved to see him! They cut his character and didn't even have him appear in the other movies or Wicked World.

• He was also supposed to be in the Tourney team, why does Disney hate them lol So yeah, it would've been really nice to see all of these boys hanging out. Since Mal mentions Jay getting "victory pizza with the team", I wish we had gotten to see that.

• Despite D1 being the movie that I think was able to work the Core Four individually the best, I still think we could've seen a bit more of how the boys were doing in Auradon.

CLAUDINE FROLLO

• This character... Oh, I adore her. Like I said on my other post, I don't remember much from the books, but I know she was part of the Anti-Heroes Club.

• I always say I wish Descendants could be darker, and Claudine is one of the main reasons why. The daughter of Claude Frollo? The girl is a walking bundle of trauma. There are some og characters that I can see growing to be good parents, but Frollo? No, call child services.

• I don't really like that Claudine is mentioned to be the person ringing the bell at Dragon Hall in the books, mainly because I don't think Frollo would raise her to be a copy of Quasimodo.

• Still, I like that she's part of the Anti-Heroes Club, and I imagine her as very strong girl who would be extremely determine not to become like her father.

I would love to talk about my headcanons for some of these characters, so just send an ask if that's something you'd like to see!

[tiredflowercrown]

I had to find new picrews for Rosie's horns, which means enjoy some new Claudine picrews

[isleofdarkness]

Frollo; A night with the rats should teach you not to consort with heathens.

Claudine; *makes friends with the rats*

Frollo; No! This is supposed to be a punishment!

[dragoneyes618]

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.

[shouldwemaybe]

Written for @descendantsworldbuilding for @descendantsgiftexchange ! Enjoy <3 AO3

"I don't think this is such a good idea."

Uma tramps up the hillside, the frosty grass crunching underneath her feet. The wind seems to get colder and colder as she and Harry traverse closer to the forest.

"We're just going on the edge," she calls back to her not-quite-officially-first-mate (after all, you need a ship to have a first mate, and all Uma has right now is Murphy's dinghy, which he uses every day but Tuesday to fish, so it's not much use). "And we'll get a bush."

Harry frowns. "But it was a tree on the TV," he says. "But okay. If you say so, captain."

The two slip and slide down the muddy hill, down to the creepy forest. Uma hasn't gone here before. She's explored every corner of the Isle, from Scar's "Pridelands" to every nook of the dock. Here it is a mystery.

But she's not here to explore--she's here to get a bush for a Christmas tree.

The Isle doesn't celebrate Christmas. Why would they? All that nonsense about being good and nice--Uma had thought it was hilarious. Nevertheless, commercials from Auradon played on the small TV at the Chip Shoppe. Both Uma and Harry had seen how Gil's eyes had lit up when he saw the decorated tree, complete with candles (fire hazard, Harry had pointed out, which was rich coming from a Hook of all people. But maybe he meant it like a good thing.) and glittery glass balls.

Since Gil is not-quite-but-technically-her-second-mate, Uma decided she would give Gil a Christmas tree. Or bush.

Uma takes the knife she smuggled from the kitchen and glances around, looking for an appropriately sized bush. The two children remain at the edge of the forest, unwilling to go much further.

"I heard Madam Mim lives down here," Harry says, picking up a stick and swinging it experimentally around.

"Uh-huh," Uma says.

"Come here, Harry, I found it," she says, pointing to a scraggly, thorny bush that was appropriately sized for them to carry around without looking too weird.

"That doesn't look like the tree we saw on TV."

"They don't grow here," Uma says. Indeed, the only trees that grew on the Isle were bare and black and thorny. They had once been green, the older kids always said. Uma never believed them.

"Not even the trees like us," Harry says.

"It's missing something," Harry says. They managed to lug the bush without getting too many thorns in their hands, and without Gil spotting them. It is meant to be a surprise, after all.

"Yeah, those glass balls," Uma says. Where could she find something similar...? Glass balls themselves wouldn't be here, on the Isle, but if she found colourful glass of some sort that she could string onto the prickly branches...

"And those candles!" Harry has that fire-loving look in his eye.

"No," Uma sighs. A thought strikes her. "Hey, Frollo has those fancy glass windows in his church, right?" The windows of the church itself are boarded up, but Uma is fairly the old bastard has some fancy glass somewhere. Harriet says he does, she remembers when he hadn't boarded up the windows, and Uma doubts he would've gotten rid of them entirely.

Harry glances at her. "I'll get the bat," he says, immediately catching onto what she's suggesting. The bat, of course, being the weapon of choice when going anywhere near Frollo.

.

.

Uma and Harry, who is now armed with a bat he had to wrestle away from CJ, walk towards the church, which is really just a stone building with a fancy entrance. The only reason why Frollo hasn't been ransacked is because of his stupid guards who hunt down anyone and anything. Loyal like dogs, is what Ursula had said. Was being loyal like a dog a bad thing? Well, Frollo's guards were a nuisance anyway.

They walk through the streets of the Isle, the wind still cold and nipping at their bare hands and faces. Luckily for Uma, she won't have to deal with Mal, because Frollo's church is just bordering on Mad Maddy's territory, and Mal has made an enemy of the Mim, so Uma is safe--as safe as she can be, that is. Mad Maddy and Uma are on decent terms, but Uma doesn't trust Maddy as far as she can throw her.

"No guards today," Harry says happily, when the stone church comes into view.

"Good," Uma says. Guards would have just been an obstacle to overcome, but she wouldn't have let them stop her. She is determined to get this for Gil.

Harry stands guard while Uma climbs up onto the window ledge and kicks down the wooden boards, rotting and poorly placed. Almost like a child put them up. Oh well, all the better for Uma, it just means it's easier for her to get through.

She lifts Harry into the empty, musty church, immediately muffling a sneeze. It is completely empty, devoid of life. There's one pew--either because there weren't enough when Frollo initially claimed this building as his or he just expects everyone to stand--and some sort of table up at the front, with a little cross nailed onto the wall, and a door leading to another part of the building. Uma doesn't see any stained glass here.

"What do we do if we don't find any?"

"I bet the Tremaines have some," Uma says in response. And if not the Tremaines, then Ginny Gothel. And if not her, then...Uma could figure something out. Maybe she could dye some pieces of fabric. It didn't matter, she would make this tree for Gil.

They head down the hallway, peering into the rooms for these stained glass windows. There's a room with a cot--does Frollo sleep here? Uma wishes she had brought some rotting fish--and a room filled with--

Stained glass windows!

Uma gestures Harry over and they head into the room, Harry swinging around his bat to smash them into decent sized chunks. They're harder to smash than they look, and it takes them a good few minutes to get the pieces into a decent size.

"Uma?"

Uma kicks aside some boring shards of yellow glass and looks up at Harry. "What?" she asks. Harry simply points, and Uma turns, and there's a girl dressed in a drab grey dress, dark eyes comically wide as she witnesses Uma and Harry destroying the glass. Uma and the girl look at each other for a few seconds, Uma wondering if she'll ever start talking.

The girl clears her throat, and summons a righteous look of anger on her face. "Why are you desecrating the art of this church?" she demands, her voice hoarse. Uma tilts her head.

"We're celebrating Christmas," she says haughtily, fully aware she has been caught at the scene of her crime by who Uma assumes is Frollo's child. She pities the woman who had to bear this kid, and put up with Frollo of all people, who is definitely worse than ninety percent of the Isle.

The girl sputters. "By destroying things?!" she demands. "By destroying the visage of the blessed saints?!"

"We're decorating our tree," Harry says, holding up a bag with multicolored glass shards.

The two begin to stroll out casually, their mission complete. Uma steals a glance at the girl, who's mouth is opening and closing like a dying fish, following after them, like a scolding schoolteacher.

Finally, she gathers her words. "The tree isn't--that's not Christmas! Christmas is about our Lord and Saviour Jesus--"

Uma and Harry close the heavy wooden door to the church, cutting of the girl's voice.

"That was weird," Harry says.

"Yeah," Uma agrees. "Next stop, the Tremaines."

"...Hey, Uma," Harry says. "Who's Jesus?"

Uma shrugs. Probably someone from Auradon.

.

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The Tremaines are closed, but Uma doesn't care and marches straight in. Harry is slightly reluctant to go in, perhaps worried he might see his sister and Anthony...ahem, passionately intertwined. But the only ones there are Diana and Dizzy Tremaine.

"Can't you all read the sign?" Diana asks, not glancing up from the mess of craft materials she and her sister have dragged out.

"No," Harry says. "I'm illiterate." He drops the bag of glass onto the table. "Can you make some ornaments out of these?"

"Where'd you get this?" Diana opens the bag and peers inside. She whistles in surprise. "You got your hands on some stained glass. Is the barge in town or something?"

"No," Uma shakes her head. The barge won't come until the spring, she knows. They already received their autumn-winter garbage drop off. "We got this from Frollo."

"He gave it to you?" Diana blinks. "He must have been in a really good mood. Christmas spirit, maybe."

"No, we stole them," Uma says, narrowing her eyes. As if she'd ever make a deal with Frollo. "Can you make them into ornaments or not?"

"What's in it for me?" Diana crosses her arms. Dizzy is still completely absorbed in gluing together two pieces of gold chains. Harry is eyeing the pile next to her, perhaps an idea brewing.

In the end, Diana takes all the green and purple coloured bits of glass, citing she wants them for earrings, which leaves the two pirates with the red, the white, and the blue. It's fine, but Uma wishes she still had the green. It is, after all, supposed to be a Christmas tree, and green is a Christmas colour. At least Diana did a good job of smoothing down the edges of the glass so that Uma doesn't cut her fingers every time she handles them.

And, just as Uma thought, Harry bartered with Dizzy to get some of those gold chains to string around the bush. It wasn't a fair deal, but hey, Dizzy is four, she would be fine.

Having secured the decorations, their next stop is Big Murphy's dinghy (which is Uma's on Tuesdays), where the teen is getting ready to go fish before it gets too cold. "Hey, Murphy," Uma says. "Can we get some fishing twine?"

Murphy peers at them, then the stuff they're holding in their hands, and then back to them. "Why?" he asks suspiciously.

"Why do you want to know?" Harry says.

Murphy raises an eyebrow. "I don't know, you look like you're up to no good."

"We're," Uma glances around, searching for Gil. She can't see him, but she lowers her voice anyway. "We're making a Christmas tree for Gil. We need the twine to hang up the decorations."

Murphy doesn't look very convinced, so Uma decides she'll throw in a deal to sweeten it.

"If you give us one roll of twine," Uma says. "You get free meals at the Shoppe for a week." Ursula would make her do double shifts for a month for this deal, but it would definitely be worth it.

Murphy blinks at her sudden generosity. "Three meals a day?"

"One."

"Two," Murphy counters.

"Deal."

He hands over the twine. "Have fun," he says.

"Ursula's gonna kill you for that deal," Harry say.

"Yeah, and?" Uma retorts. "Let's go decorate the tree."

[idontliketomatoesleavemealone]

Harriet: This isn't your fault, Claudine. It's Ivy‘s 

Harriet: And CJ's. I blame her too 

Claudine: What did CJ do?

Harriet: I'm sure she did something

[humaforever]

Claudine Frollo x Ivy De Vil

[panthera-tigris-venenata]

Storm

Ivy and Claudine Feelings fic. Might add Ivy & Diego interaction later but I’m posting it now.

The rain drums against the roof and windows incessantly.

Sometimes, rain drops fall into the room through a crack of a window Ivy didn’t bother to close. She’s never did close that window, she isn’t sure it could even be closed anymore, but she doesn’t mind. She doesn’t mind the rain or the wind, she barely even shivers anymore as another gust of wind breezes through the room and rattles the ancient windows and doors.

The house is complaining about the storm, as it always does. When she was little, Ivy actually imagined it gossiping about the weather, in posh English accent. So horrible today, isn’t it?

She doesn’t do that anymore. Now, she sits curled up with a book that’d make an Auradonian princess choke on her own spit, and clinks ice in her glass.

…Yes,it is slightly too cold for ice, but Ivy wants her whiskey on rocks, you know?

Besides, she likes how the glass burns at her fingertips, ever so contrasting to the alcohol itself.

She flips the page and sighs as she realises she hasn’t the faintest idea what she just read. Really, this thing can get so boring in some passages – she’ll need to get a new one from Dulcia.

She sighs again and stares at the blank wall instead, contemplating her life choices or whatever.

A movement catches her eye. Tight, jerky movement where nothing should be moving but the wind, where her girlfriend is supposed to be asleep.

She’s not asleep, she’s sitting up with her knees brought up to her chest, having drawn up her hands to her ears just now, and Ivy really should have noticed sooner.

She stares at the girl, sucking at her cheek as she tries to find words of comfort that she can actually say – not that she cares for the Isle societal norms all that much, but she <i>is</i> a Villain.

Claudine catches her staring.

„Ivy–“ she breathes out, lowering her hands to her lap – back to her crucifix.

„Ivy,“ she says again before abruptly clambering from the bed.

„What’s it, sweetheart?“ Ivy asks and lowers her feet to the floor just as the girl comes to a halt before her and sits on her heels in front of the loveseat. From here close, Ivy can see the tears shining in her eyes – if she had a heart, it’d break a little.

„He is mad at me,“ Claudine whispers, confesses, as she takes Ivy’s hand into hers, holding on desperately. Ivy lets her.

„Who is mad at you, love?“

„He,“ Claudine says with as much emphasis as she can, „He sends storms to punish sinners and purge the earth of those unworthy of His love. He is mad at me, Ivy.“

Now, Ivy is starting to understand – well, more than anything, she’s understanding how much she’d love to kill dear old Judge Frollo, if he wasn’t already dead.

She’d make him suffer, for what he did to her.

But for the moment, she rises and takes Claudine with her, drawing her into a hug. Ivy can feel her trembling still, as she mutters: „Are you afraid of the storm, sweet thing?“

Claudine just nods mutely into her shoulder.

Ivy hums, just to fill the silence, and strokes her hair. Then she pulls away – just for a moment, just to grab her book again, for she never did put down her glass – and says: „Can you carry this for me? We’re gonna go somewhere where we can’t hear the storm.“

She waits for an answer, as patiently as she can, and Claudine takes the book, which is as good as it’s gonna get. Ivy kisses her cheek and leaves a mark, which she doesn’t care about, and offers her her arm as she leads the way through the labyrinth that is Hell Hall.

She navigates the dark halls she grew up in with ease, though, until they walk to a salon near the heart of the Vila. Much too close to her Auntie, in normal circumstances, but the storm doesn’t reach here.

Ivy stands down her glass now, and flickers her lighter few times before she lights the oil lamp by the sofa and the warm light shines around the room. She sinks into the pillows and waves Claudine over,  pulls her down, as she girl seems unwilling to do anything on her own accord.

„No one is mad at you, I promise,“ says Ivy, because it seems like the right thing to say.

She doesn’t know if she’s lying.

„I promise,“ she repeats anyway.

„But how can you know?“ whispers Claudine so quietly that Ivy can hear because she’s oh-so-close.

„I’m not mad at you,“ she says, as if that explained everything, which, really, it should.

„No one’s mad at you, you’re far too precious for that.“

She pulls away Claudine’s head a bit, just enough to kiss by the corner of her eye.

She can taste the salt of her tears.

„You think?“ Claudine breathes out. She’s not trembling anymore, not so tense, no. She’s almost relaxed in Ivy’s arms.

„Yeah.“

She lets her lie down, curled up next to her, and hopefully fall asleep now.