Three little maids from school are we.

The Stepford Cuckoos. The Frost Sisters. Esme, Sophie and Phoebe. Twenty-two. X-Men. "You know what they say. Well behaved women rarely make history."

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hellxer·:

“A week. A whole week. I always knew there was something I liked about you three; the optimism.” His tone was flat, as he took a moment to meet the eyes of each of the Frosts. He still really couldn’t tell the difference between them, and considering what he cared about when it came to them, he didn’t really need to tell the difference. “Are we sharing our feelings now?”

The girls looked at each other, with Phoebe rolling her eyes, not really wanting to put any effort into the conversation. “It beats the alternative.” Esme finally said as she took a seat on the arm of the chair. “Feelings don’t particularly interest us.” Phoebe pointed out before Sophie then joined in. “We just think with what is going on, we wouldn’t be surprised if a bit of mutant discord was about to happen.”

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glaciemregina·:

One leg crossed over the other as Emma perched on the edge of her desk. Upon her initial realization that her eggs had been illegally cloned without her consent there had been some tension, but the moment Emma had seen the Frosts it had dissipated. They were hers as much as Nathan was Scott’s. “Thank you, darlings. It really has been quite trying.” She had spent so much time fielding questions that Emma had barely any time to process it herself. One hand rose to idly straighten out a button of the white blazer she was wearing - sans shirt underneath. “Of course there is. People love to fear our kind, and the Phoenix did nothing to help that. Possession doesn’t matter. Illyana - that little monster - openly tortured hostages in Limbo. While it seemed like a lovely idea at the time, some disagree.” Red lips paused, pursing slightly before they rose into a small smile. “While I would have loved for you to accept my offer and join the Hellfire Trading Company I understand why you declined. Working to the side may be the most efficient way to act for right now until an alien tries to take over or something of that kind.” 

“I could imagine.” Sophie empathised before Phoebe butted in, leaning on the wall. “I thought being in a relationship with that boy scout would of done a number on someone eventually. His track record is pretty dampening when it comes to girlfriends dying or something weird happening to them.” Sophie shot Phoebe a glare as she looked as if to say she said nothing wrong. “Yeah, Illyana isn’t exactly the best when it comes to pr for mutant peace.” Esme said to her before nodding. “We may be related to you but blood should never break logic. Even you could appreciate that.” Esme explained. “Besides, with the Jean’s running around like they own the place again.” Phoebe started before Sophie picked up. “Someone is going to have to keep an eye on them. Where a Jean is.” All three then spoke at once. “A Phoenix is never far behind.”

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glaciemregina·:

“Girls,” the voice that rang out over the lawn was firm. “There’s no need to be rude.” One hand rose in the air, the ball instantly stilling before it dropped into the White Queen’s hand. She wasn’t a telekinetic mutant. Not really. Long ago they had cited her as a potential one, but here in the aftermath of the Phoenix she was slowly relearning herself. “Being stared at is flattering, darlings. Don’t forget that. It’s easy to get people to look at you but far harder to keep their attention.”

The girls all stood to attention as they looked at Emma. “But that is our schtick.” Phoebe pouted as Emma scolded them for their rudeness. “People stare at us because they have weird triplet fantasies.” Sophie murmured as she leaned on her mallet. “Keeping their attention only means getting caught if we would...” Esme spoke before the other two joined in. “Misbehave.”

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marvelgiirls·:

The urge to throw the ball back at them was incredibly tempting, but Jean managed to refrain from doing so. If she was ever going to learn how to fully work with the Frosts she had to start by being nice. It wasn’t easy but it had to be done. Looking at the person she’d become was intimidating but promising. If Jean could forgive Emma for sleeping with her husband then her younger self could tolerate some general asshole-ness from the sisters.

“Usually people say it’s rude to not look at the person they’re intending to talk to.” 

The Frost Sisters let out a sigh in unison before simply continuing with their game. “Good thing we don’t intend to talk to you. What are you going to do? Get on your high horse and judge us?” Phoebe asked with a chuckle, more interested in playing the game. “If you want to play, there is only three mallets.” Sophie called out, watching Phoebe make her move. “Now, now girls, we all have to listen to Jean. Sure she has something riveting to say. The stage is yours as it usually is.” Esme told her, head tilting slightly as Phoebe and Sophie looked over.

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marvelgiirls·:

“Briefly. I came back.” Her brows furrowed down at the blondes, their presence countering the effort she was making to not hate Emma per the request of her older self. “Shut up. All three of you. It doesn’t matter if Jean or myself have died. Emma did too, and you like her, don’t you? We have to stop being so bitchy.” 

“Clearly.” Phoebe gave her a look up and down, a judgemental glint in her eye. At her outburst, the girls exchanged looks. “Well, it kinda does.” Sophie pointed out. “We have to find another funeral outfit. Again.” Phoebe stated before Esme shot her a warning look before speaking. “What my sister is trying to say is that, Jean’s seem to have a common problem of going haywire on a cosmic high or something of the sort.”

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marvelgiirls·:

“Two deaths for me and one for the younger Jean.” The older telepath flashed a tight smile at Emma’s girls. “Which, makes this round three for me. You’re right about the unfortunate connection we have with death though. Hopefully it’ll change one day soon.” 

The girls glanced at each other. “I mean, it is what it is.” Esme finally said. Despite the complex relationship Jean had with Emma, the girls made their own decisions on people. “What is it like?” Sophie asked before Esme shot her a look as Phoebe spoke. “You can’t just ask people what death is like, Sophie.” The girls had felt their sisters die but they had yet to die themselves. 

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marvelgiirls·:

“Just because you’re a telepath doesn’t mean that it’s your right to snoop.” Jean had been one long enough to know that. “It doesn’t matter how strong you feel you are. Eventually, you’ll wind up with the wrong combination of enemies.”

The girls looked at each other as Jean scolded them. “And you should be dead but you don’t hear us complaining.” Phoebe replied with false innocence. “Much.” Sophie added on which earned a snicker from Phoebe. “Believe it or not, you aren’t exactly the person we would come to for advice about powers, Miss Grey. No offence.” Esme told her, more concerned with lining up her shot in the game than actually engaging.

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wolveriina·:

Laura’s skin was crawling even before she saw the girls. Her trip across Krakoa intercepted with their game, but they weren’t the destination. Her steps slowed slightly as she neared the blondes, eyes guarded and darting between the three. “We don’t have to talk.”

“Yet, here you are, talking.” Sophie almost giggled as she looked over to the other two. “Trust me, we prefer it when people don’t.” Phoebe said before Esme interjected. “Aren’t you that kid with the claws?”

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pclariis·:

Heavy boots stomped over bright green grass. Despite the heat Lorna still found herself clothed in black, rips in the fabric the only opening to the sun. Her history with the Frosts had been complicated to say the least and she still found herself on edge when they were around. The only one she had ever called a friend was Esme even though the blonde was rarely alone.

“Good. Means you have eyes.” Lorna snorted as she came to a stop before them. Her mental barriers were firmly in place, green eyes challenging them. One foot rose to clamp down on the ball as it rolled towards her. “Plenty of times. Still don’t care. Anyway, hello, Spawns. Can I talk to Esme for a second?” 

As the green haired woman approached, Phoebe and Sophie looked at one another as Esme seemed to smile. The sisters seemed to blame Lorna for some of the individuality that Esme seemed to portray so strongly out of the three of them. Separation always did make the girls feel uneasy.

“With a mouth like that, you won’t for much longer.” Phoebe muttered, stepping forward before Esme shot her a glare to tell her to stop provoking. “Anything you have to say to Esme, you can say in front of us.” Sophie told her playfully. “Besides, we come as a package deal.” They both said before Esme rolled her eyes. “Honestly, stop it. Come on.” Esme walked over to Lorna. “Is everything okay?”

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proftelepath·:

“You know, girls – I find it very hard to believe that if given the chance, you wouldn’t ask for the same treatment if the situation found itself much more close to home,” Charles remembered learning about their past. The trio was strong, but separated? There was no telling what would result.

“We’ve already lost two sisters.” Esme pointed out. “We just aren’t as lucky to have them come back.” Phoebe muttered bitterly as she folded her arms. “Least the people you cared about came back.” Sophie added before all three spoke at once. “Not like your ever short on X-Men, hm?”

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livinglexicon·:

“I never get used to that.” Doug replied as he scratched at his scalp with his Techno Organic arm. “I have to ask, do you three really like croquet or is it supposed to be a quirky triplet thing?”

“We seem to get a lot of reactions.” The three said at once. “A little bit of both.” Sophie answered. “I mean, the world hasn’t blown up today. I think we can play a little game.” Esme pointed out, resting the mallet on her shoulder. “Though it is a little fun to watch people sweat.” Phoebe chuckled as she tapped her ball.

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hellxer·:

“No regrets right? It’s all I really got.”

“You didn’t have much to begin with.” Phoebe muttered under her breath as Sophie shot her a warning look. “If anything, I think we’ve done okay with the cards dealt.” Esme admitted before Sophie chimed in. “No one has died for over a week. That has to be a sign of something good.” The three were quiet as they exchanged looks. “How are you holding up?” Esme finally asked, seeing as the other two wasn’t going to ask.

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gxmbiit·:

“Anyone ever tell you it’s rude to whack your balls at people?” Remy said as he approached the three Frosts. He never really liked their side of the mutant coin, but he was going to hell just as sure as they were. “No one’s starin’ at ya. An’ here I thought I had an inflated ego.”

“Well ah do declare girls. Clutch ya pearls.” Phoebe mocked in an attempt of a southern accent. “Knock it off.” Esme snapped quickly. “We are just playing a game of croquet. We would ask if you would like to join.” Sophie said before all three spoke at once. “We don’t play well with others.” Esme then continued to speak. “Your ego? Spare us. What can we do for you? Or is the thief here to lecture us?” She asked, tapping her own ball with the mallet.

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The girls were often used to spending time with each other and no one else. It was often how they preferred to spend their time. No one could understand them like they understood each other. They wouldn’t really give anyone the chance. Though, perhaps Sophie more than Esme and Phoebe, was a little more open to actually hanging out with different people. Still, the fact they were completely identical didn’t help people since they were easy to get mixed up who was actually who. It seemed to be another one of those situations. The sisters were playing one of their favourite games, croquet, when they could feel themselves being watched.

“I know your there.” Esme called out loud as she used her mallet to tap her ball through a hoop. “Maybe they are shy.” Sophie humoured, watching as Esme finished her turn. “Perhaps they need a little incentive.” Phoebe smirked as she used her mallet to smack the ball in the person’s direction. “Anyone tell you it is rude to stare?” They said in unison.

[superlenas]

“let’s go, boys and girls. the fun’s just started.”

moodboards [4/?]  →  the stepford cuckoos

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FAVOURITE APPEARANCES

The Gifted S2 (2018-19)

The Frost Sisters have such an awesome wardrobe so if I could put every outfit they have worn, I would.

However, the outfit above is so quintessential Frost Sisters; the fitted sweater, the high waisted mini-skirt, plaid pattern, heels and of course, perfectly matching.

Not only do they wear this for the promo of the show but also in episode ( (i think don’t quote me) during a really cool scene where you see the sisters have a difference of opinion but how attuned to one another they really are, even performing the same actions at the same time.

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► GENERAL INFORMATION

FULL NAME: Esme, Sophie and Phoebe Cuckoo-Frost NICKNAME(S): The Stepford Cuckoos, The Frost Sisters, Three-in-One, The Plastics, The Emmas, The Queen Bees. CURRENT TEAM(S): X-Men & The Hellions (wherever Emma needs them) AGE: 22 DATE OF BIRTH: November 8th GENDER IDENTITY: Female SEXUALITY: Heterosexual NATIONALITY: American ETHNICITY: Caucasian

► APPEARANCE

FACE CLAIM: Skyler Samuels HEIGHT: 5′6″ SPECIAL / RECOGNIZABLE FEATURES: All three are flawlessly identical in terms of physicality. Their eyes glow a bright blue when using their telepathy and when exerting themselves and/or close proximity to another, their eyes glow even brighter. HAIR COLOR: Blonde EYE COLOR: Blue ACCENT: American SCARS: N/A TATTOOS: N/A

► BACKGROUND

HOMETOWN: Unknown; somewhere in America. CURRENT HOME: Krakoa FINANCIAL STATUS: Quite wealthy. EDUCATION LEVEL: Xavier’s School. CONVICTION(S): N/A SPOKEN LANGUAGE(S): English. French & Italian. PAST OCCUPATION: Weapon Plus Sleeper Agents, Political Assistant (Esme). CURRENT OCCUPATION: Emma Frost’s Proteges. RELIGION: Unaffiliated. SNAP STATUS: Snapped.

► RELATIONS

FATHER: Unknown MOTHER: Emma Frost SIBLING(S): Irma (deceased) & Celeste (deceased). PARTNER(S): N/A CHILDREN: N/A BEST FRIEND: Each other. ADVERSARY: Anyone who isn’t them.

► EXTRA INFORMATION

HOROSCOPE: Scorpios. JUNG TYPE: ISTJ ENNEAGRAM: The Perfectionist MORAL ALIGNMENT: Chaotic Good SIN: Vanity VIRTUE: Temperance MOTTO / quote: “Well behaved women are rarely remembered.” THEME SONG: "Click” - Charli XCX ft Kim Petras & Slayyyter

► PERSONALITY

POSITIVE TRAITS: 

Clear-headed, strong leader, decisive, protective, realistic. (Esme)

Bubbly, positive, compassionate, thoughtful, loyal. (Sophie)

Brave, honest, adaptable, fun-seeker, playful. (Phoebe) 

NEGATIVE TRAITS: 

Ruthless, manipulative, seductive, cunning and arrogant. (All three.)

► HEADCANONS/FUN FACTS

Though to many others they may seem identical inside and out, one who knows them well may be able to tell the sisters apart from certain stances or the way they speak.

Esme often has her hands at her sides or her fingers woven together.

Sophie is noted to having a slightly higher pitch voice and often stands with her hand holding her wrist.

Phoebe is noted for having a slightly more raspy voice and often has a hand on her hip or her arms folded across her chest.

The sisters are aware of this and will mimic each other just to confuse people for fun.

Esme is considered to be the de facto head of the sisters as she often looks out for them the most while also acting as the peacemaker between Sophie and Phoebe.

Phoebe is the most aggressive of the sisters, and often uses flirtatious means in order to feel as an individual. 

Sophie, perhaps the least mean sister (by the Frost Sisters’ standards), is more sociable and outgoing but is also the most fearful of her sisters becoming different people and of straying away from her sisters as an individual.

► WANTED CONNECTIONS

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