#squeaky and squirmy

[bunny-lou]

Dizzie: "Good morning."

Squeaky: "Good morning."

Squirmy: "Good morning."

Jay: "You all sound like little robots, 'good morning, good morning', spice it up a little!

Celia, walking in after spending the night at Mal's: "What's up, bitches?"

[dragoneyes618]

I wish Dizzy, Celia, Squeaky, and Squirmy had had as big of a role in D3 as Mal, Evie, Carlos, and Jay did in D1.

Celia had a nice role, but Dizzy didn't do much despite having a part in D2, and the Smee twins had what, one line?

Like, have the Smee twins help convince Harry to help Auradon. Or have Dizzy do...I don't know, something. Despite Anthony being a book-only character the movie could get him involved and then Dizzy would convince him.

Better yet, have an AU where the four of them have their own important adventure. That's the next movie I'd want instead of whatever Rise of Red was.

[hannahhook7744]

Dizzy Tremaine, Celia Facilier, and The Smee Twins' Applications;

[thebluestbluewords]

a pirate by any name +

"Samson Smee?" Ben asks, tapping the name on the list. “Is he related to Captain Hook’s sidekick?” 

Evie leans closer on instinct. She doesn’t need to see the paperwork to know who Sammy is, but it’s a habit now to press close to Ben and tilt her head just-so to see the paper lists and forms when they’re working on VK matters together. It a comfort, to know that she’s not in this fight alone, and Ben certainly hasn’t complained about the increased contact with his girlfriend’s girlfriend. “Yes. He goes by Sammy. He's probably not going to want to come over without his brothers, but we can still make the offer." 

"Can we bring the brothers?" 

The last time Evie saw the littlest Smee children, they were sobbing over a pirate’s body before the adult crew members tipped them over the harbor for the sharks to take their share. They couldn’t have been more than seven or eight years old, and what Evie remembers the most is the way their tears had carved clean tracks out of the dirt on their faces. 

She hums her consideration. “They're young. Elementary age, maybe ten or so now. I think they'd be okay to come, but they're shy, and I'm not sure how they'd do at school. As families go, I think all the Smee boys would do well in terms of goodness integration, but they may be difficult to integrate on a social level unless they can come over with someone they already know." 

"Alright. Who do you think they'd do well with?" 

Their father. 

“Their father,” Evie says, bitingly, before she reigns her tongue back in again. Not that it matters around Ben, who is handsome and kind and just listens when Evie needs to shout at somebody about the horrible unfairness of it all, but it’s good practice. She’s a politician now, just like her mother wanted. She’s got to be the best, because she’s an isle brat, and she cannot afford to make mistakes. Anything she says, anything she does wrong will reflect on the isle as a whole, so she’s got to be flawless. She will prove herself not just for her mother’s sake, but because she’s got a thousand hungry kids waiting for her to mess up and snip their only thread of hope at getting off the isle. “But that’s exactly the problem. Sammy has a crew, but the twins just tag along with him or their father all the time, and I don't think Auradon Prep, or any other high school for that matter, wants to have a pair of kids following their new high school student everywhere,” Evie sighs. She’s so fucking tired.  “We have schools on the isle, obviously, but Sammy doesn’t attend very often. The pirates usually stick with their ships and learn what they need from the older members of their crews. It’s not a traditional Auradon education, but the pirates are actually some of the better educated kids on the isle. It works for them, but it won’t work if we bring them here.” 

Ben puts a warm hand on her arm. It’s all Evie can do not to sink into the touch. She’s so, so tired of this. Of begging for any scrap they can get. Any concession to the norm comes at the price of another sliver of her own sanity, it feels like, and there’s so many children who won’t be able to handle the pressure of Auradon Prep, who will need more exceptions than the system is set up to give them, who won’t be able to thrive without the attention that nobody is able to give them. 

“We can ask the charter school,” Ben says softly. “There's integrated schools, all ages sort of places. My mother’s village has one. We can reach out. She provides a grant each year, they might decide they own me a favor.” 

Evie presses into his touch. Gods below, but it’s nice to have somebody who knows better than her the networks of favors and family histories that keep the kingdom governments running. “Or if we could find a family who would be willing to keep them together and send them to separate day schools, they might get used to being on their own like that,” Evie suggests. “Sort of slow and steady. A gradual break.” 

Ben makes a note, a shorthand scribble on the side of his list. Evie’s eyes are swirling too much to read it exactly, but she knows their code. Foster family, special education, sibling unit. That’s what they need to know in order to place the Smee boys. A whole life, reduced down to three shorthand scribbles. “That could work. What are the brothers called?" 

Evie laughs, exhausted. “Squeaky and Squirmy, but I believe their birth names are Sawyer and Simon. They're not bad kids, they're just shy. They would do better here, I think. Where there’s less adults around to bully them into staying quiet.” 

 Ben slips his hand up her arm, around her shoulders, pulls until she can rest her head on the side of his own. He’s warm and sturdy and if they weren’t in the middle of important work, Evie could fall asleep just like this. And then cause a scandal when the service staff come in to wake them both up, and find the young king sleeping on a girl who is not his girlfriend, no matter how many interests and people they share between them. 

"We can ask. If Sammy's willing to come over without them, who do you think we could bring with him?" 

"Anthony. Dizzy's cousin. They run with the same crew, and they'd do well together. I would say that we should bring over Harriet, but knowing her, she's not going to come over unless we can get the rest of her crew out first, and she's got one of the biggest crews on the isle." 

 Ben skims the list of kids, running his pen down the side as he goes. “Harriet?" 

She’s not on the list. 

“Hook,” Evie explains. “She’s one of the eldest pirate kids. We didn’t add her to the list because she won’t come until we can bring her crew with her, and we can’t promise that yet.” 

“Hook.” Ben echoes, voice flat. “As in—?” 

He’s encountered Harry, and came away with almost as much vitriol for him as Mal. 

Evie presses herself closer to him, so that he can feel her heat, and maybe remember that they’re in her office, not the wet deck of a ship. That he’s not tied to a mast, waiting to die anymore. “Yes. There are three Hook kids, and they all hate each other. We only hate Harry, the middle one, so Harriet and CJ are our allies. Sort of an enemy-of-our-enemy kind of thing."

"Harry's the one who's involved with Uma.” Ben says, so softly that Evie can barely hear the words. “The one who tried to kill me.” 

"Yes. He's....” Evie hesitates. She’s safe to hesitate here, in her own little office that smells like citrus wood polish and old papers. She doesn’t have to preform just for Ben, because she can trust him. Her sweet, kind king.

Trust doesn’t mean she wants to tell him everything. Understatement is a tool that Evie is well practiced at wielding, so she lets herself close her eyes, and forges ahead. “He’s a lot. We don't like him." 

Ben smiles, small and sweet and almost sad. "I take it there's a history there?" 

"Just a bit." Evie agrees. "There's been a few incidents."

"Would it be useful for me to know?"

Evie breathes in, and out, and relaxes her shoulders in an attempt to let go of the anger that she's still holding in her body. "I suppose so. Yes." 

"Do you want to tell me?" 

Honesty is the foundation of good relationships. "No." 

Ben nods. He's too good to them. "You could tell me later. If you'd like." 

The memory of blood spills over Evie's hands. The slippery, awful feeling of insides that were never supposed to become outsides against her leather gloves. The gritty feeling of dirt in her eyes that she can't rub out, blown up from the shattered crates they'd been aiming to take back from the pirates. The blood though, that's the part that she can't forget. She's been a medic since she first started sneaking out of her mother's house, but she's usually restricted herself to broken arms and legs and noses, some shallow stitches, fever medication, abortifacients and concussion care for the kids who can't take the dubious mercy of the barrier's spell. She's done medications for the kids who cared to try them, all sorts of poultices and remedies for the ailments that are within her power to fix. 

She's never been able to fix someone once they start bleeding out. 

She knows the theory of it. Blood transfusions, tourniquets, ways of stopping arteries without killing the patient. The problem is that she's never had to do it firsthand, because they've always known that the spell on the barrier was there to catch them before they died for real. The spell heals the killing blows, so it's easier to lean into the death than it is to staunch critical bleeding. Evie's killed kids herself, those who wouldn't die quick enough on their own, so that they could have the mercy of the barrier and the spell healing them back into a body marginally less broken than the one they'd left from. 

"He killed us." Evie manages, around the memory of blood spilling up from her throat. "They made it a game. Him and Uma and their crew. We killed each other." 

They've told Ben enough. He can figure out the rest, and he's smart and good and kind, so he does, and she can see him go white when he figures it out. 

[idontliketomatoesleavemealone]

Dizzy: It's the gift that keeps giving!

Squeaky: It's the flower that keeps blooming!

Squirmy: It's the boat that keeps sailing!

Celia: It's the serial killer that keeps stabbing!

[tiredflowercrown]

Hi can we talk about the mental health of VKs for a second?

Cause they all at least have CPTSD and wouldn't be shocked if quite a few of them have personality disorders.

King Adam locked up a bunch of "villans," a good chunk of which probly have mental illness themselves, and never looked back.

Even if VKs didn't inherit any mental illness, they are most likely suffering from Failure to Thrive, which happens when babies or children aren't given enough food or touch.

I almost guarantee that every VKs has experienced a form of abuse or neglect, even those with good parents (i.e., Facilier sisters, the Smees, and arguably Tremaines) whether it be from resentment, weakness, or busyness.

Not a single one of these kids are okay and I can and will go into detail of the various mental illnesses they might have

[hitchell-mope]

Halloween 2024. Descendants edition.

Bal.

Devie.

Janelos.

Giljay.

Huma.

Lonnie.

Hades.

Dizzy and Celia.

Smee twins.

[leavethemtorot]

more than anything

This is the Hurt/Comfort version, the second one will becoming soon, but both are Canon. They both happen often for him, afterall.

Sammy sat alone in the cabin, double checking inventory counts and crew reports. The words ever so slightly swimming. It was going on 48 hours with no rest in sight for him. Not when Harriet had disappeared again.

She will be back, she always is. Her bloodshot blown out eyes, ever so slightly slurred words, and bruises marking her skin will always confirm to him where she was. As if Diego disappearing at the same time hadn’t already. He always followed her after all.

Until then he’ll pick up the slack. He always did. One day she’ll pay him back.

The door creaked open.

Sammy looked up, blinking spots out of his eyes, before he saw it. The mop of white hair. One of his brothers, shaking, dried tears on his cheeks.

“Silas? What’s wrong?” His voice was soft, a tone reserved only for his brothers.

Silas’s face twisted, hands wringing together before he rushed forward at a nod from Sammy.

His voice was quiet, nearly silent and cracking as the words stumbled out. “I saw her again. Saw it again.”

Sammy’s face fell, sadness creeping into his eyes at the reminder, before opening his arms, waiting for his brother to enter them before squeezing him tight. It was always hard to remember their mother. The bittersweet of the last person who had protected them. It didn’t help that the anniversary was coming up. The twins had it worse, having been what she was defending when she was killed. He hadn’t been there to protect them, had failed at the thing their mother had drilled into him since before they were even born. Even after all these years, his mother still haunted him. Whispers of pride and disgust mixing in his ears.

Silas clinged to him, tears returning to his eyes, a sob breaking free now that he felt safe.

He pulled the younger into his lap, whispering sweet nothings. “It’s okay. You’re not there anymore. I’m here now.”

His younger brother hid his face and shrunk into him, as if trying to disappear from the world.

“Would you like to stay while I finish these reports?” Feeling a nod against his neck, Sammy returned to his work.

He pored over everything, moving quickly yet effectively. His brother is a great motivator for finishing. Checking over the last of his notes, he tucked everything away according to Harriet’s system. She’ll end up “checking over it” later before implementing the necessary changes. It’s what they always did. She’s the captain afterall, the crew can’t know how much Sammy’s pulling the strings. They would mutiny, the blood too tempting for the sharks that walk across their planks.

Satisfied, Sammy stood up, making sure his now sleeping brother was secure in his arms as he walked towards his quarters where Sebastian currently slept. Well, where he assumed he was sleeping, because when he entered the room sleepy eyes blinked open.

“Sammy? Is that- is that you? Where’s Silas?”

“Shh, We are both right here Seb. It’s okay. Go back to sleep, okay?”

Watery eyes stared into his as he set Silas down. A hand reaching out for him.

“Stay. Don’t go. Please. I- I miss you.”

His heart broke a little. He had been so stressed out due to Harriet, he had neglected his brothers. He was no better than his father.

“I’m not leaving. I’ll be right here all night.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

Sebastian’s hand retracted as Sammy laid beside his brothers, reaching over Silas to touch the youngest of them all, reassuring them both. Harriet may return at any moment, yet even she would understand that they came first. Family always came first.

[princess-ibri]

Mr. Smee would be the type of dad that says he's "master of the house" and that his kids all fear their ferocious buccaneer father, than the kids run to Smee extreme joy saying "Papa" as they affectionately tackle him!

Smee isn't very good at being evil, ha!

Absolutely!! I mean that's straight up canon basically from the book/play, that Smee thinks he's a fearsome pirate and kids just love him instinctively, and sadly it doesn't really get touched on in the movies, which is a shame cuz it's hilarious and sweet

[kanzakurawrites]

Who are the most useless characters in all of descendants and why?

I don't really think any of them are useless, just not very fleshed out.

But if I were to pick a character to take out of the movies, even though I hate to say it, it would be Lonnie.

Now I love Lonnie!!! But the plot can move without her. The biggest thing she does in the first movie is go to the kitchen and have the moment with the VKs, and while she's there in the second film it could stand without her small storyline. Honestly, it would have been nice for Audrey to have had a role in the second film to build up to the third movie more, which Lonnie isn't even in.

After that would be the Smee twins, who are only there to be the other two VKs. There was potential, especially since they should know Harry, but it wasn't used and that just made them be... there... doing nothing.

As for the books, I can't really say that anyone is useless because it all adds to the worldbuilding and unlike the movies with their time limits, you're able to mention more characters.

[dragoneyes618]

More details about how the Isle kids cannot process or interpret emotions....

@tiredflowercrown tagged:

@shellyseashell tagged:

Yes to all of these.

Ginny doesn't even know what she's feeling.

Mal was raised to be a perfect copy of her mother. But she doesn't want to be her mother, she hates her mother, but she doesn't know what else she is besides a mini-Maleficent, so she hates herself too. Anything that's close to her, she pushes away, rejects, makes them as unlike her as possible. She did it with Maddy. She did it with Uma. She would have done it with Evie, eventually, if they hadn't gone to Auradon.

The only way Jay ever earned his father's approval was through stealing. Even years later, he'll habitually steal little trinkets to gift to Lonnie without even noticing.

Evie doesn't know how to have any relationship with anyone that isn't seducing a prince.

Sammy Smee was raised in an violent environment full of anger and shouting. Even once he was on Harriet's ship, well, Harriet also gets angry, and also shouts, because she was raised in that same environment. Sammy can't understand anything that isn't like that.

Freddie and Celia don't trust anything that's for free. Everything has to be for something. Everything is in exchange for something. No one is simply "friends" with anyone, they have to be getting something out of it. It's only a matter of figuring out what, and making sure you won't be left at a disadvantage. (And it can be inferred that Freddie and Celia had one of the better childhoods on the Isle, so if this is their view on relationships, imagine everyone else's!)

Squeaky and Squirmy trust Sammy to be their provider, their teacher, their caregiver, and no one else. They don't know how to relate to anyone who isn't him. They just sort of shut down. Not with their father, who loved them but never tried to protect them, not like Sammy did. At least Sammy tried. Not with the Hook siblings, who were always getting involved in various dangerous shenanigans and who scare them, just the tiniest bit, even though they also help them and take care of them. No one but Sammy.

Dizzy....Dizzy has two examples: Anthony and Lady Tremaine. (Her mother never even pretended to love her. Her aunt was too beaten down to show it.) Anthony loves her, and everyone knows this. But Anthony was raised to be a lord on an Isle full of the dregs of society, an Isle where everyone ridicules those with pretenses to greatness. Yet his grandmother insisted, and he doesn't know how to show anything but his facade. He tells Dizzy he loves her, and he does, but he speaks coldly, strictly, harshly. He rarely, if ever, shows anger. No outbursts of emotion; hardly any emotion at all. No raising his voice. No playing games, no hugs, none of the things Dizzy would like to do. And Lady Tremaine....she really barely feels any emotion at all, not anymore. Of course she loves Dizzy, she says. She's her grandmother. What kind of grandmother wouldn't love her granddaughter? If only Dizzy would do her chores quicker, better, quieter. If only she would behave well. Then she would surely show Dizzy that she loved her, more than just saying "Of course I love you Dizzy" without even a smile and sending her off to the salon. Or so Dizzy believes, anyway. Anthony has inherited far more of his behavior and mannerisms from his grandmother than he would like to believe.

And Claudine. You see, Frollo usually does not lose his temper. He rarely shouts or rages. He prides himself on keeping perfect control on his emotions. And so Claudine doesn't associate loud noises or shouting with his anger. No, she associates frighteningly calm voices, in an even tone, with no expression, excoriating her with the harshest of words. And of course she thinks she should be hurt. Anyone who cares about her would hurt her as a punishment, so she should learn to do better. She doesn't like it, of course, but it's what has to be done, right? Right?

[hannahhook7744]

Smee Twins Stuff;

[profoundgladiatorbarbarian]

The daughter of Dr facilier, drizella Tremaine, and the sons of Mr Smee

[idontliketomatoesleavemealone]

Harry: When have I ever done anything rash or reckless? Murphy: I made a list Sammy: Mine is by date Harriet: Severity Squeaky: ours is color-coded!

[tiredflowercrown]

Another fun fact! Squeaky has a massive scar along his neck due to accidently speaking to loud in front of Captain Hook! It barely misses his jugular!

The reason Squirmy is squirmy is because he became terrified of medical procedures after he had to watch his own stab wound get stitched up when he was 6!