#Claudine Frollo

[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.

[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.

[humaforever]

Claudine Frollo x Ivy De Vil

[idontliketomatoesleavemealone]

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

[panthera-tigris-venenata]

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.

[shellyseashell]

What are your headcanons about the other parents of the VKs?

pretty sure i’ve talked about them a few times before, but idk where, so i’ll just make a list here. these are just the ones i actually have headcanons for, and that are actually canon characters.

evie: esteban

jay: just someone from the street

carlos: i like the idea of bruno, but i’m not sold on it. maybe cruella was married for like a year.

hooks: zarina

celia: no one specific, as long as she’s a half sister to freddie and uma

freddie: ursula

claudine: a romani woman who was sent to the isle

gil: a pirate

dizzy: hans

anthony: the baker from cinderella 2

uma: dr. facilier

hadie: persephone

jade: sarousch

desiree: shan yu

ginny: idk about her father, but i like her mother being cassandra

[cleverqueencommander]

Would anyone be interested in reading a depressed Claudine getting a croissant?

[tiredflowercrown]

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

[mudpuddlenl]

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.

[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.

[isleofdarkness]

How the Auradon kids assume the Isle kids work

Jay and Evie- together Mal and Carlos- together Riah and Claudine- together

And then Evie and Mal kiss in the lunch room and the entire school riots

[humaforever]

Claudine and Ivy, the whole premise of their relationship is genius. Claudine growing up in the church and Ivy growing up in a place called hell hall. Claudine, who has the most insane religious parent on the isle and has tons of religious trauma, ends up with a girl whose last name is devil. Like I can't get over it.

[idontliketomatoesleavemealone]

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.

[panthera-tigris-venenata]

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.