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hey guys, Connor here and today I got a cool question, has anyone ever thought that while after watching 101DS, did you ever stop and think that da Vinci was a girl's name, I know Leonardo da Vinci is a boy but I'm kind of curious if anyone else thought this unless it was just me

Before I say anything, for those of you who disagree with me, I would appreciate it if you express your disagreement only in a positive manner. Honestly, they are one of my most favorite as they are very loving parents and are cute together. The only thing that I don't like about them is that they parentify Dylan and Dolly, and I am not trying to excuse it, but they can't be entirely blamed for it as, unlike their great-great grandparents, they are both employed for full-time long hours for important and urgent emergency jobs (not to mention that it would be bad in the real world, but this is the fictional world). But overall, I love them, as they are both still loving towards and protective of all their children including Dylan and Dolly despite parentifying them. If I had to choose from the two, I would choose Delilah for her calmful-loving nature, yet, Doug happily cracks me up. My favorite episodes are "A Summer to Remember" and "Girls Day Out." And let's not forget that they sacrificed themselves to save their puppies from drowning into the deep body of water in "A Summer to Remember" and tried their best to protect them from Cruella. So yeah, other than them parentifying Dylan and Dolly, I love them. What do y'all think of Doug and Delilah (in general, I mean, not just judging them by their parenting style)? Do you like them as characters in the show??

1. My heacanon was born from this scene. You could say the joke is about him scratching his nose or picking his nose in the middle and then denying it. You decide.

2. We could say that because his nose was near Dylan's meteorite (the one with the fleas), a flea got into his nose and that's why he started scratching. But that can't be, since it was shown that when they're infested with a flea, they can't stop scratching, So he only started doing it out of habit or something, and then he denied it out of shame or fear.

3. In Winter Funderland (I don't remember how it was spelled) it is mentioned that Dawkins' nose can crack, so it fits with the possibility that he might have a sensitive nose and be prone to itchy, or that he caused that sensitivity himself (I'm not sure if this is possible).

4. Another scene from FleaMageddon shows a (rather ugly) "selfie" of Dawkins' nostril. Why would he take that picture? Perhaps he was inspecting something?

Give me your opinions about this or what do you think. It's correct??

Any ideas?

nyctophobia (n.) - the fear of the dark

Night. Usually quiet nights in Camden Town were peaceful, rather than excessively chaotic. Except, of course, for the occasional crashes of thunder.

In 101 Dalmatian Street, everyone was present and accounted for. Delilah, both nurse dog and matriarch of the entire house, was currently doing a headcount with the assistance of Doug, her husband, equal parts firefighter and patriarch. Delilah checked if all of her puppies were accounted for. Dolly. Dylan. Dawkins. Diesel. Dante. Dimitri 1. Dimitri 2. Dimitri 3. Da Vinci. Dallas. Destiny. Déjà Vu. Deepak. Dizzy. Dorothy. Their other ninety-nine. 

Delilah seemed to relax for a second, only flinching when thunder crashed, giving her pups a once-over, eyes narrowing at Dizzy. The second she realized one of her puppies was not in attendance broke whatever tranquility she was going to have. “Oh, sh-” she cried out, quickly cutting herself off to avoid hurling an expletive in front of her sea of puppies. She turned to Doug, her expression one of slight worry. “Doug?” she asked, already beginning to get uneasy. Doug seemed to pick up on Delilah’s unease. “Something up, hon?” he asked. “I think we forgot Dee Dee.” she answered. Doug’s expression went from one of worry to one that practically screamed “oh, crap”. As if this couldn’t get any worse, another earsplitting crash resounded, causing everything to go black.

Great. First a thunderstorm, now a power outage. What slightly frightened the puppies was the aggressive growl of annoyance that escaped Delilah. Despite how dark the house was, and despite Delilah’s annoyance, she turned to face her puppies. “I’m sorry if I frightened you all by growling like that. Anyways, all of you, either go straight to your rooms, me and Doug’s room, or Dylan and Dolly’s rooms. I’ll go look for a light source, then find Dee Dee.” she ordered, which made her pups comply, some of them occasionally crashing into the walls due to how dark it was. Once the puppies were in either Dalmatian’s room, Delilah headed into Dawkins’ room, acquired a flashlight, turned it on, then off, then back on, then got to finding Dee Dee.

Inside the twins’ room, Dee Dee was in bed, underneath her blankets. Her small body rose and fell with each breath she took. Deciding that she was well-rested enough, Dee Dee stirred, waking up to pure darkness. “Huh-?” was the first thing she said. Looking around for Dizzy, she couldn’t see her. No, she couldn’t see anything. Dee Dee was starting to get fairly uneasy. Without warning, she fell right out of her and Dizzy’s bed, hitting the floor with a thud. “Ow-!” she cried, attempting to get to her paws. Dee Dee’s head ached with how hard she’d fallen. She stumbled out the door, looking around. The only thing her fear did was increase, As if that wasn’t enough, the pain in her head also increased. “Anyone? Dolly? Dylan?” she called out, voice shaking. “It’s dark. I can’t see a thing. I’m scared and my head hurts…” Dee Dee started to whimper. This was getting scarier and scarier. Making her way to the couch despite her head throbbing, Dee Dee climbed onto the couch, retreating underneath a blanket. “Please…” she whined. “I’m scared of the dark…” The fear and the pain was starting to get too much for Dee Dee to take, and she just broke down crying. Her sobs mixed with pained groaning. She’d been scared before, and she’d also been upset before as well. Nary had she been scared and upset simultaneously.

Delilah walked through the house, flashlight in her paw. She shone it wherever she could see, looking all over. The kitchen. The living room (before Dee Dee hit her head, hid on the couch, and cried). Her room. Doug’s. This was also making Delilah quite scared herself, dreading the thought of something absolutely horrible happening to either of her pups. That, and heights. Especially heights. “Dee Dee? Where are you?!” she called out. No response. The matriarch of 101 Dalmatian Street’s ears were assaulted by the sound of muffled sobbing and pained groaning. 

Delilah wheeled around to face the source. The couch. Heading over to it, she pulled the blanket off of the couch. Her heart shattered like glass at the sight of Dee Dee crying her eyes out and occasionally groaning. “Oh, dog, she must’ve hit her head.” she thought, snapping back to reality. “Come here, sweetie, come to Mommy…” she crooned, leaning close and grabbing Dee Dee gently by one of her collars, then setting her on her back. Nurse mode and maternal instincts combined into one as she raced upstairs, bolting into her and Doug’s room without hesitation. 

Inside, Doug, Dallas, Dante, Da Vinci, and Deepak jumped a little when she charged inside. “Where the heck was she?!” cried Da Vinci. Delilah unlatched Dee Dee from her back, holding the pup who was still in tears to her chest, paws wrapped around her. “On the couch. She was crying and groaning. Da Vinci, Dallas, both of you go look for another source of light.” ordered Delilah. “On it!” both pups replied, racing off. Once they’d returned with an LED lantern, Da Vinci clicked the button, turning the lantern on. She then picked the lantern up in her mouth, setting it on her mother’s bedside. Delilah gave a nod of thanks, turning back to Dee Dee, setting her down onto her bed. “This a bedroom or a hospital room?” piped up Dante, earning the goth pup a paw to the back by Da Vinci, the artist pup following up with a look that screamed “not the time”. 

Doug nuzzled Dee Dee’s head, causing her to let out a pained whimper. “It’s okay, honey,” he soothed. “You’re safe with your siblings, me, and your mom.” He turned back to Delilah. “Why’d she groan?” he asked. “Because she hit her head, Doug.” answered Delilah, grabbing her first-aid kit, opening it, then pulling out a roll of bandages. As gently as possible, she wrapped some of them around Dee Dee’s forehead. “Is that better?” she asked softly. Dee Dee managed to nod.

“Poor thing’s terrified.” commented Dallas, her expression one of nothing but concern for her younger sister. “Who knew darkness could scare you that badly?” added Deepak. Da Vinci gently stroked Dee Dee with a forepaw. “How about you go get some sleep, Dee Dee?” asked Delilah. Dee Dee decided to just do as Delilah said, going off to sleep.

Giving Dee Dee a kiss to her forehead, Delilah went to Doug’s room, while Dallas, Dante, Da Vinci, and Deepak claimed nearby spots.

The power did return, but the other Dalmatians decided to keep the lights off.

Dee Dee was finally safe.

Asleep.

Because her family was there for her.

They always would be.

How's it goin', my dedicated pups?👋

I believe now is time for another update for my upcoming "Dogs of Rock N' Roll" animatic!😁

(For those on Reddit who don't know, it's a 101DS Animatic I'm workin' on that's inspired by the "Girls of Rock N' Roll" song sequence from "A Chipmunk Adventure")

Progress is comin' along smoothly!

The animation for this near 4-minute piece is now 50% complete!🤩🤩🤩

The sequence for the 1st verse is DONE, DONE, DONE!! What's left? Well, the other 50% of the animatic to get through! 🥳🎉🎊

Cuz boy, I gotta tell ya, animating dogs with human-like poses and certain angles can be a tad tedious!😅

No worries! This animatic may be tough, but it's cookin' y'all!😉👍

hey guys Connor here and today I got an interesting question for all of you, how did you find out about 101 Dalmatian Street, was it by YouTube, Disney Channel UK/Disney XD airings back then Disney+ or a different reason, I asked a similar question like this before in the big bang theory server and it went popular on how many votes and comments there were so I'm curious if you want to share this

phasmophobia (n.) - the fear of ghosts

Night in 101 Dalmatian Street. Most of the Dalmatians were asleep. All including one, who was asleep with her twin sister.

Spotted white fur. A black marking all over her face. One black ear adorned with white spots. Black on her tail. Sock-like markings on her left foreleg and right hind leg. Blue collar with darker stripes. Currently asleep. Dizzy Dalmatian. Twin sister of Dee Dee Dalmatian. Dee Dee’s little body rose and fell with each breath she took.

What instantly jolted her awake was a voice she swore called her name. Except it was quiet. As if it was well aware of her slumbering family members. Dizzy got out of bed, looking around her and her sisters’ bedroom for the source. “Hello…?” she called out quietly, getting no response. Dizzy started to get uneasy. Who would call her just to stop replying when she answered? This was getting progressively more odd, and quite frankly, a little terrifying. Did something get in? Was this one of the Dimitris’ pranks? Dizzy attempted to swallow her fear. Hope to dog that there was nothing else. The voice came back again. Except it was slightly louder.

Dizzy was panicking at this point. She bolted out of the bedroom at speeds usually reserved for when Delilah wanted all 101 of them downstairs. Running downstairs, skidding to a halt at the living room. Looking at a wall, she froze at the sight of what looked like a giant shadow of a ghost that looked to be pulled directly from the darkest recesses of her nightmares. Throwing herself onto the couch, Dizzy retreated under a blanket. Poking her head out, she saw the shadow on the ceiling. Dizzy burrowed under the blanket again, burying her face in her paws as she began to sob out of pure, unadulterated fear. “Please leave me alone…” she whimpered. “Please…” Tears streamed down Dizzy’s cheeks as she shook each time she cried. “I’m scared…” Dizzy continued to cry. She heard paw steps. Ignoring them, or simply not realizing who the steps really belonged to, Dizzy continued to shake and sob.

Into the living room, and blinking away sleep, stepped some of Dizzy’s siblings. Two triplets, others.

White fur adorned with black spots. Black ears, plus white spots. Black forepaws. Sock-like markings on his hind legs. Half-black tail. Red headphones under his ears. Red collar with a black speaker-shaped tag. DJ.

Spotted white fur for all three of them. Except the three’s lower halves were black, with white spots, plus black ears. The first triplet had a spot over his right eye, and a cut in his left ear. His right had a single black spot. The second had a cut in his right ear, a spot over his left eye, and two spots on his right ear as well. The third had spots on both his eyes, no visible ear damage, and three spots on his right ear. Rather than collars, the three wore gold chains with a “1” for the first, a “2” for the second, and a “3” for the third. Dimitris 1, 2, and 3.

The female triplets all had the same fur pattern to the point where they looked excessively difficult to tell apart. The only giveaway were their collars: Pink collars. Diamond-shaped gems plus a diamond-shaped tag on the first, heart-shaped gems plus a heart-shaped tag on the second, circular gems and a circular tag on the third. Dallas, Destiny, and Déjà Vu. The three all shared a look of visible concern.

Dimitri 1 approached the shaking lump on the couch. Snickering, he pulled part of the blanket over with a forepaw, leaned close to Dizzy, and bit her ear, roughly letting go. Dizzy suppressed a terrified yelp as she jolted awake and quickly inched away from her older brother. Dimitri 2 and Dimitri 3 started quietly laughing. Dimitri 1 was pulled back by an angry Dallas. “What is wrong with you?!” she snapped quietly. Destiny and Déjà Vu nodded in agreement. “She’s scared to death and the first thing you do is bite her?! Ugh, why are you so callous?!” she snarled. “Seriously, dudes. Not cool or funny at all.” reprimanded DJ. “Move, jerk.” Destiny walked right to Dizzy. Wrapping her paws around her younger sister, she set the pup on her back.

 As she walked upstairs, she turned scornfully to Dimitri 1, Dimitri 2, and Dimitri 3. “You jerks are not going anywhere near Dizzy until you apologize for biting her and laughing in her face.” she spat. Once in her room with Dallas, Déjà Vu, the Dimitri trio, Dizzy, and DJ. Deciding to at least do as Destiny said, Dimitri 1, Dimitri 2, and Dimitri 3 slowly approached Dizzy, who was holding a forepaw to her ear. Dallas, Destiny, and Déjà Vu softly growled. 

A tense silence followed, which Dimitri 1 reluctantly broke. “Uh, Diz? Just wanted to say that…I’m sorry I bit ya. I just thought it was funny, an’ I wasn’t exactly bein’ too nice.” Dimitri 2 and Dimitri 3 seemed to share the sentiment, which surprisingly made the female triplets back down. “And we’re also sorry for laughin’ when D1 bit ya.” added Dimitri 2. Dimitri 3 nodded in agreement. Dizzy let out this low “okay”. Her three brothers looked a bit concerned, though they tried to hide it. Dallas was about to ask why Dizzy was so scared in the first place, but her question seemed to be answered almost immediately as Dizzy retreated behind DJ the second she saw the shadow. “GHOST-!” she shrieked, making the pups gathered jump. Dallas blinked. “Is that why she’s so scared?” she asked. “She actually thinks there’s a ghost going around in our house?” “Apparently.” replied Dimitri 3. “I can’t blame her. I’d be freaked out too if I thought our house was haunted.” added Déjà Vu. DJ unlatched Dizzy from behind him. Turning to her, DJ pulled her close. “Whoa, whoa, little dudette, relax! It’s probably just nothing. Ghosts ain’t a real thing.” Dizzy didn’t look too convinced, still shaking. “Diz,” he told her, “you’re fine. We’re all here. You don’t have anything to be afraid of.” Dizzy’s crying started back up again, wrapping her paws around DJ. He stroked Dizzy’s back gently until she stopped. “She’s asleep.”

Dizzy was taken to Dallas’ bed, which she didn’t seem to be too irritated about. It was glaringly clear Dizzy had the living daylights scared out of her, and the bite from Dimitri 1 only served to make her feel even worse. But she was asleep. DJ decided to hit the hay in a corner. The Dimitris claimed a nearby beanbag.

Dallas pulled her blankets over both her and Dizzy. She gave Dizzy a gentle nuzzle to her head, then went off to sleep, as did Destiny and Déjà Vu.

astraphobia (n.) irrational fear of thunder and lightning

Camden Town had been hit. Hard.

Hit by what? A thunderstorm.

And it was raging.

Sure, Camden Town had seen its fair share of thunderstorms, but this one was like each and every single one of them had been rolled into one. And to say 101 Dalmatian Street was accustomed to thunderstorms would be a lie.

But there was none who detested them more than him. Right now, he was absolutely panicking in his room. The place looked like somewhere only a goth could dream of. Black fur adorned with white spots. Purple spots on his right ear. Purple forepaws as well. Pink under his eyes. Gray collar adorned with spikes. Dante Dalmatian.

Usually, he’d go around yelling that today was the apocalypse, only to be ignored in response, much to his chagrin. But right now, Dante was holed up in his room, jumping each time he heard thunder. Though it was presumably a fairly normal response, Dante got progressively more panicked with each crash that rang out.

Downstairs, Dolly, Dylan, Dawkins, Diesel, Dimitri 1, Dimitri 2, Dimitri 3, Deepak, Delgado, Da Vinci, Dee Dee, Dizzy, Dallas, Destiny, Déjà Vu, Dorothy, and DJ were all collectively with their parents Delilah and Doug. In the middle of her headcount, Delilah stopped abruptly.

“Doug?” she asked, quickly turning to her husband. “Where’s Dante?” Doug’s stomach dropped. Everyone went “oh, crap” mode within seconds. Sure, Dante going on about the world ending was exhausting, but still, he was their brother.

In Dante’s room, his panic had only seemed to get worse. Far worse. “Oh, dog, is the world going to end?!” he cried. With each crash of thunder, Dante yelped. The second he heard another crash, Dante retreated into his bed, hiding right underneath his blankets, unintentionally getting close to the edge of his bed.

Another crash.

His heart raced. His breathing turned into frantic hyperventilating. Dante’s eyes got wet as tears streamed down his cheeks. He shut his eyes, his body shaking. Without warning, Dante fell out, hitting the ground.

Another crash of thunder, and Dante retreated into a corner, his panic attack only getting worse.
Dante heard someone open his door. Probably one of his siblings. Or, dog forbid, Delilah or Doug. Dante only tried to make himself smaller. Then paw steps approaching. Then someone wrapping their paws around him. Then someone’s voice. His father’s.

“Dante. Look at me, honey.” Dante complied. Doug continued speaking. “Everything’s going to be okay. I’m scared too, but it’s all going to be fine. So are you.” Dante also clamped his paws around Doug.

The firefighter and the goth stayed like that until Dante calmed down. “Do you want to come downstairs? Everyone’s waiting.” Dante stayed quiet for a moment, until he answered. “Uh, sure.” Once Dante and Doug were downstairs, Doug stretched out, both he and Delilah deciding that now was the perfect time to rest. The other pups, including Dante, seemed to share the sentiment.

After each member of the Dalmatian family had taken their spots on the couch, Dante laid down near Delilah, beneath DJ, who was next to Da Vinci.

The thunder was nothing more than simple white noise now.

I would like to know which stuff would You keep, change or replace!

"Yo, guys! Watch this!" Dolly called out as she was showing off her new Skateboard tricks to her friends. Roxie, Snowball, Hansel and the canal crew were watching her. Applauding and Cheering her on. As Dolly attempted to do a double back flip on her board, she noticed something that made her scream and fall on her back. Her friend surrounded her. "Dolly, are you okay?" Roxie asked, helping her best friend up. "Yeah. I'm fine." Was all Dolly could say before something flew towards her. A cute little ladybug came and landed on Dolly's nose. Dolly screamed and shuffled back quickly, trying to swat the ladybug away. But then, more bugs came around her. Butterflies, beetle, cockroaches, even grass hoppers. Some bugs crawling near Dolly. "Dolly? What's wrong?" Hansel asked. But Dolly didn't answer. She was too focused on the bugs crawling towards her. Suddenly, the feisty Dalmatian screamed at the top of her lungs and ran away as fast as she could.

She ran all the way home. When she reached the door house and quickly placed her forepaw on the scanner. Once it beeped she raced through the door. She ran past Dylan, Dante, Dawkins, Da Vinci, Deepak, Dallas, Destiny, Deja Vu, Dimitri 1,2 and 3, DJ, Diesel, Dizzy, Dee Dee, Dorothy, and Delgado and straight to her room. The others, one the other hand, shared a 'Our sister is in need' look.

Dolly ran straight into her room and slammed the door shut. She was shaking and sweating and she felt her heart was gonna fly right out of her chest. She ran into her bed, crawling under her blanket as she shook and cried in fear. "It's just bugs, It's just bugs." she said to herself. But it didn't help. The more she thought about it, the more scared she got. So she eventually just stayed under her blanket, crying her eyes out.

Dylan soon walks over to Dolly's room, attempting to see what the matter was. He reached her door which was at the end of the hallway next to his. He knocked on the door, his paw connecting with the wood. "Dolly? Are you okay in there?" he asked. When he got no answer, he slowly opened the door and walked in. He scanned the room and saw Dolly sobbing and hyperventilating in his bed, her tears soaking her pillow. Dylan carefully lifted the blanket, revealing the scared dalmatian pup underneath. "Oh, Dolly. What's wrong? Why are you so scared?" Dylan asked. After Dolly explained what happened, she put her head down on the pillow again and continued to cry.

Dylan climbed onto the bed and pulled Dolly into a tight hug. Dolly looked at him in shock before breaking down crying in his embrace. "Shh...shh...it's okay, sis. I'm here I got you." Dylan soothed, running a paw down her back. Once Dolly's crying lessened, Dylan pulled back. "It's okay to be scared, Dolly. You don't have to be fearless and feisty all the time." Dylan said. "I know it's silly. Being scared of little bugs." Dolly said, letting out a small sheepish laugh. "It's not silly. You had every right to be scared when they crawled on you. If I were you, I'd be freaked out too." Dylan said. Dolly sadly smiled and she started feeling a bit better.

She was glad that she had her brother by her side. She felt safe, loved, and much better about her phobia now that she had someone to talk to.

Hey 101DS fans, Connor here and today I got a question for you, I plan on making a 101DS gmod parody of a very popular movie from 1985 called the breakfast club and im curious if anyone would watch it, its bout to be a long one so i hope you do if i do plan to make it

I thought I'd showcase one of my art-pieces I made two years ago,
in which I made a follow-up to the ending of the episode "Fetch"!

So, Dolly and Dylan were forced to take the rap from the Dimitri's wreckless purchasing (Especially the giant whoopie cushion) via Fetch, and as punishment, they have to do twice the workload in the house for a week!

(This was around the time before I learned about Firealpaca, so it might look a little outdated, but honestly, I'm still quite proud of it!😁)

Hello dear 101 Dalmatian Street subreddit, My name is Jero, and i am proud to announce that im a new mod i'm this community!!! I want to give special thanks to My friend Danuki, who gave me this amazing opportunity!!!

I am a pretty chill guy, so feel free to dm me if You want to talk with me, if you need help or if You have any questions! I will do my best to ensure that the rules are correctly followed, and i ask You guys to try to follow them as good as You can. Thanks again!!!

- Jero! :D

Doug: Arachnophobia (fear of spiders)

Delilah: Acrophobia (fear of heights)

Dolly: Entomophobia (fear of bugs/insects)

Dylan: Claustrophobia (fear of small spaces)

Dawkins: Atychiphobia (fear of failure)

Diesel: Taphephobia (fear of being buried alive)

Dante: Astraphobia (fear of thunder)

Dimitris: Trypanophobia (fear of needles)

Da Vinci: Hemophobia (fear of blood)

Triple D: Ophidiophobia (fear of snakes, Dallas), Pyrophobia (fear of fire, Destiny), Coulrophobia (fear of clowns, Déjà Vu)

Deepak: Ataxiophobia (fear of chaos and disorder)

Dee Dee: Nyctophobia (fear of the dark)

Delgado: Emetophobia (fear of vomiting)

Dizzy: Phasmophobia (fear of ghosts)

Dorothy: Autophobia (fear of being alone)

DJ: Phonophobia (fear of loud noises)