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Camden, London.

The outside was rarely quiet. But it was as quiet as a tennis ball with no one to play with it. But the only sound that came was the screech of metal. And…sniffling? The sniffling was none other than the fastest pup in Camden.

Spotted white fur. Black markings. Black collar with a yellow stripe. One cut on his ear. And no hind legs. Delgado Dalmatian. One of Delilah and Doug’s 99 puppies, and the self-proclaimed “fastest pup in Camden”. The pup was attempting to hold in what could definitely be described as crying while trying to carry his prized wheelchair via his mouth.

Once at the large complex - 101 Dalmatian Street - he pressed a forepaw to the scanner. Once it beeped green, he headed inside. Delgado watched the others.

The other Dalmatians didn’t notice. Except for one. Same fur pattern. Black ears. Blue collar with a tag shaped like a molecule. Dawkins. Delgado trudged, clearly attempting to hide his wheelchair behind him without getting any raised eyebrows.

“…uh, Dawkins?” Delgado asked, looking away. Dawkins turned to look, mentally noting the fact that Delgado looked like he was mere seconds from breaking down crying.

“Yes?” he asked, trying to keep his voice level despite the concern for his brother snaking through.

“Can you help me head to my room? Please…?” The way Delgado said “please” was definitely a giveaway that something had happened.

Dawkins obliged, letting Delgado climb onto his back, Delgado putting both forepaws on his head. Dawkins turned to pick up Delgado’s wheelchair, freezing for a moment at its damaged state, but composed himself enough to get on with picking it up. Dawkins methodically walked upstairs to Delgado’s room, the pup sniffling. Once inside, Dawkins set Delgado and his wheelchair down, gave him one last look of “you’re going to be okay, I promise”, then walked out.

The room looked like a racer’s dream. Racing posters everywhere, even a treadmill. Delgado looked at his wheelchair. It wasn’t broken. It was smashed. Irreparably smashed. As if someone threw it down, stomped on it repeatedly, then ran it over until it could barely be fixed. Throwing himself onto his bed, Delgado let it out. His body shook with each sob he released.

Back in the living room, it was as if a switch flickered on inside Delilah, Doug, Dolly, Dylan, Dawkins, Diesel, Dante, Dimitri 1, Dimitri 2, Dimitri 3, Da Vinci, Dallas, Destiny, Deja Vu, Deepak, Dee Dee, Dizzy, Dorothy, DJ, and the Puppy Ensemble as a whole. A “one of our own needs us” switch.

Immediately Delilah and Doug headed right upstairs, the other Dalmatians hot on the parents’ tails. Reaching Delgado’s room, Delilah knocked, forepaw connecting with the door a few times. She did it again. Deciding that now wasn’t the time, the matriarch of 101 Dalmatian Street opened. She looked inside. The nurse dog froze. Maternal instincts kicked in as she rushed right to Delgado’s side, his crying reduced to whimpering. “Delgado?” she asked. “Honey, are you okay?” Delilah and the other Dalmatians turned to the source of Delgado’s anguish. Delgado’s wheelchair. Dallas looked sick. Dimitri 1 reeled back. Dolly held both forepaws to her mouth. Dylan stared at the wheelchair in complete horror. Delgado lifted his head from his tear-soaked pillow, turned to his relatives, then put his head back down. Delilah went into mom mode quickly. She placed a single forepaw on Delgado, gently pushing him to her. Delgado buried his face into his mother’s fur, his crying starting up again.

“Sh, sh, sh…” she soothed, cradling Delgado in her forepaws, holding him against her chest.

Dawkins looked at the smashed wheelchair. “This looks intentional.” he noted, backing up a little.

Dead silence from the family, the only sound being Delgado’s whimpering.

Then Dolly’s voice came out. Loud. Angry.

“What?! You mean someone destroyed his wheelchair?!” she snapped, eyes blazing.

“Dolly, let’s calm down for a-” Dylan cautioned. Dolly cut him off. “No! I am NOT calming down! Some idiot wrecked Delgado’s wheelchair on purpose!” she snarled.

Now it was the other Dalmatians’ turn to be angry.

“That’s so cruel!” piped up Destiny.

“I don’t treat the kid too nice, but I ain’t stoopin’ that low!” snapped Dimitri 2, Dimitris 1 and 3 nodding in agreement.

“Everyone, we can think of getting back at whoever destroyed his wheelchair after we help him.” Doug called out. “Right now, your mother and I need some time with him. We’ll be back after we’ve calmed him down.”

The pups complied, then left, talking amongst themselves, minds set on helping Delgado.

Once back inside, Doug turned to Delilah and Delgado. Sitting down near him, he watched Delgado sob. Doug exhaled. Expression softening at the sight of Delgado looking so heartbroken, he gently ran his paw down the pup’s back.

“Buddy, can you look at me?” Delgado complied, teary eyes staring into Doug’s. He let out a sniffle. Delgado’s chin in his paw, Doug wiped away a stray tear. “I’m so sorry for your wheelchair, Delgado. But I have an idea. Maybe we can get you a new one. How does that sound?” Delgado did nothing for a split second…before he crawled over to Doug and gave him a hug. Doug returned the hug, and Delilah joined in. A second later, the other pups joined in. “Thanks, Dad. And you too, everyone.” Delgado managed to say.

No matter what, through rain or shine, there were moments where the Dalmatians would be there for each other.

Always.

This was one of those moments.

#101 dalmatian street #delgado dalmatian

Meet Dawson Dalmata, twisted from Dawkins Dalmatian from 101 Dalmatian Street!

He’s a freshman and a student at Heartslabyul, and he comes from the Shaftlands.

Dawson is the smartest among the other Heartslabyul first years. He’s also kinda like a second-in-command to Ace (and occasionally dragged right into his antics).

His signature spell is named “Place For Everyone”. It allows him to teleport himself or anyone in his vicinity to wherever he or anyone around him feels the safest.

#twst #101 dalmatian street #heartslaybul oc

500 likes!

#500 likes #tumblr milestone

Twisted Wonderland x Monster High AU

The start: A human, Yuu, is bored with their normie life. To get their mind off, Yuu takes a walk down the street. Disaster strikes, as a black carriage strikes them.

They wake up. They’re in a room. On a bed.

Leaning over them…

A short, red-haired young man with pale-green skin, bolts jutting out of his neck, one blue-gray eye, one black eye.

A dark brown-furred were-lion with a scar on his eye.

A purple-skinned kraken-like sea monster, smelling like freshwater.

A white-haired mummy.

A fair-skinned young man with tan snakes for hair, sunglasses over his eyes.

A blue-skinned elemental with hair looking like fire.

And a gargoyle with skin made of white stone and curved-back horns.

“Where am I…?” they ask.

The boy with pale-green skin simply answers:

“Night Monster College.”

#twst #monster high

100 posts!

#100 posts #tumblr milestone

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Firestar!!! The dude, the guy, the him!

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REBLOG TO KILL TOM

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every reblog this posts gets i will pet my cat once

#cats

Twisted Wonderland x Warrior Cats

Lore: A kittypet named Yuuno gets attacked by a black badger when trying to explore the forest. The moment they wake up, they’re in a weird den, their injuries covered, on a bunch of moss. What’s worse, their Twolegs have moved! Yuuno, along with Flamepaw, a young apprentice, explore this Clan!

RavenClan

RavenClan is where Yuuno awakens! They wake up in the medicine den, being attended to by a medicine cat named Bonepelt, who also operates as a store owner selling…strange things. Their leader, Crowstar, is currently trying to figure out how to get Yuuno back to their Twolegs. Emphasis on trying…

The Seven Clans

There are seven clans in total. They consist of:

HeartClan, a Clan embodying strictness and rule-following.

BeastClan, a Clan embodying persistence.

SeaClan, a Clan embodying benevolence.

ScarabClan, a Clan embodying mindfulness.

AppleClan, a Clan embodying tenacity.

ShroudClan, a Clan embodying diligence.

ThornClan, a Clan embodying nobility.

And RuinClan, which doesn’t embody anything, and where Yuuno, now Yuupaw, and Flamepaw reside.

#warriors crossover #twisted wonderland #heartslabyul #savanaclaw #octavinelle #scarabia #pomefiore #ignihyde #diasomnia #waca x twst

It's my 4 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳

#4 year tumblrversary #tumblr milestone

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🐱Warrior Cats Breeds Asks🐱

Ragdoll: Who are your favorite and least favorite characters?

Persian: Which Clan would you do best living in?

Japanese Bobtail: Which Clan is your favorite? Why?

Siamese: If you had to stop the series at one point, when would that be?

Bengal: What was the darkest moment in the series for you?

Savannah: Have the books ever made you laugh? Cry?

Russian Blue: What moment almost made you stop reading, or was just too ridiculous?

Munchkin: Which character would you want as your mentor?

Sphynx: If you could pick one cat to lead all the Clans, who would it be?

American Curl: What was your first OTP?

Himalayan: Who’s your favorite villain?

Snowshoe: Who’s your favorite parent(s)?

Birman: What’s one scene that made you genuinely smile?

Maine Coon: If your three favs were human, what would their names be?

Turkish Van: What’s your favorite headcanon for the series?

Korat: What’s your favorite AU for the series?

Abyssinian: If you could make a ship canon, which would it be?

Burmilla: Who’s your favorite medicine cat?

Chausie: Do you write fanfics/make fanart for the series?

Singapura: If you were a kittypet, would you rather stay inside or explore the forest?

Siberian: Which arc was your favorite? Which was your least favorite?

Ragamuffin: What’s the worst trope in the series?

British Shorthair: Medicine cat or warrior, which would you rather be?

Scottish Fold: What’s one pairing you wish never happened?

Somali: Forest, lake, or mountain territory?

#favorite is scottish fold #wish shellheart had mated with anyone else but rainflower

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Dear, sweet, Littlefoot, do you remember the way to the Great Valley? I guess so. But why do I have to know if you’re going to be with me? I’ll be with you. Even if you can’t see me. What do you mean I can’t see you? I can always see you.

The Land Before Time(1988) dir. Don Bluth

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#Children’s media used to be about making you feel the entire depth and breadth of the human emotional spectrum#All while your 7 y/o brain struggled to make sense of if all. But it was like an emotional vaccine#Comprehending loss at that age didn’t make it any easier to bear with age. But atleast it was familiar (conserving these tags by @jonairadreaming because yes)

#the land before time #i fw it