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eeemarvel · 3 years

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In Hero Reform (and in one of your lovely replies to me), it's mentioned that Viktor wore a very revealing hero costume as a teen, which Yakov and Lilia allowed him to do once he threw a tantrum, because they wanted him to feel better .

In your very kind (and funny!) reply to the horror movie ask, it's mentioned that it didn't even occur to Lilia that Yuri P could find the horror movie scary.

What do you think of Yakov and Lilia's parenting style?

(No need to answer if you don't want to/don't feel like it, ofc!😊)

😂😂😂😂😂

This is fantastic. So, I have absolutely no idea why I made Yakov, Lilia AND Celestino Victor and YP's parents. It was just an unexplainable knee jerk reaction when I was first writing this and it's admittedly a bit silly but idc. Also, as time went on, it just made more sense in my mind for their characters. It was just easier for three out of depth, overworked adults to raise 2 kids than it was for one to do it by themselves.

Yakov was not always the parental figure that he is now, someone who is firm, but mostly fair, loving, and very protective. He originally tried to raise Victor and Yuri P. the way he taught heroes: with a firm fist and no mercy. He was far too emotionally distant for a father, unwilling to accept when the boys made mistakes, and valued discipline over everything else. But, of course, Victor and Yuri did not respond too well to being held under a thumb, headstrong as they are. Many many tantrums (Yuri's), fights, and slammed doors helped Yakov to learn that he needed to take a slightly more gentle approach.

Old Yakov: This is the second time this week that I've caught you sneaking out. That means you will spend two months in this room and you've got dish duty until I say so.

Lil' Victor: But—

Old Yakov: This isn't a discussion.

Lil' Victor at nobody because Yakov has left: YOU NEVER LISTEN TO ME!

After the terror that is Yuri P. entered their lives, Yakov quickly learned that some changes needed to be made...

New Yakov: Now, why am I watching you climb through a bedroom window right now, Yura?

Slightly smaller Yuri: .... the front door was locked.

New Yakov: Naturally. And what were you doing at this hour?

SS Yuri: Nothing... I just wanted to see Mila.

New Yakov: Unless Mila is a vampire, I'm positive she'll be more than happy to see you during the day, and if not, she's welcome to have dinner with us anytime.

SS Yuri: ...Really??

New Yakov: Certainly. That is of course after your punishment has lifted which will be two months from now. You're taking Victor's dish duty starting tomorrow. We'll continue this discussion in the morning. Good night.

SS Yuri: But—

Lilia is quite similar to Yakov when it comes to parenting but her thing is that she has a very skewed perspective about what she finds to be upsetting or triggering. So, while Yakov was unfazed by tears, Lilia was positively baffled.

Old Lilia: There will be no dessert until all of your toys have been properly put away, and that's final.

Teeniest Yuri: ｡･ﾟヾ(✦థ ｪ థ)ﾉ｡ﾟ･｡

Old Lilia: W-w-what? What's happened?? Are you hurt? Why are you crying?????

Teeniest Yuri: ｡･ﾟヾ(✦థ ｪ థ)ﾉ｡ﾟ･｡*intensifies*

Old Lilia: What did I say??? Celestino, what did I say??

Celestino, who is somehow more "normal" than Yakov and Lilia really helps out in situations like this so that Lilia can learn and adjust:

Lilia 2.0: Your dessert is waiting for you, Yura. We'll eat together when you've finished putting all of your toys away.

Teeniest Yuri who knows he's not gonna starve: °˖✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧˖°

For Celestino, trying to parent with Yakov and Lilia is like Chris Pratt trying to subdue those dinos. Yakov is very militaristic, disciplined, and emotionally distant by nature. Lilia is the same, possibly more so as she was trained at the Guild of Champions. They're both not great at dealing with emotions: Yakov doesn't pick up on when people have them and Lilia doesn't realize that pain, death, mortal danger, and significant life events aren't the only reasons why someone may feel strong emotions. When Yakov does realize that someone is having BIG feelings, he sometimes just... ignores them/doesn't acknowledge them at all... something that he still struggles with but is better at now than before.

But Celestino is just a guy who has great abilities and trained those abilities at the Grand Prix like most heroes. He understands people. He understands when someone is hurt or when there is more to their feelings than what they express through words. So, like a normal compassionate/empathetic person. Celestino started at 0 (maybe 3 or 4) when he became a parent while Yakov and Lilia started at negative 10.

Celestino: Oooh, all dressed up? Where are you guys going?

Lilia: I'm taking the kids to see Naomi.

Celestino: ... giant mutant lizard owner Naomi or pastry chef Naomi?

Lilia: The former.

Celestino: Ok, perhaps don't????

Lilia, huffing agitatedly: Fine. But it's the pastry chef that has the license to kill.

It was also Celestino that reluctantly took Victor's side when he threw a tantrum over his super suit. Lilia and Yakov's argument was that a hero suit was a uniform, a mark of power and trustworthiness that should stand out in a crowd. And not stand out like that as a teenager in the fishbowl that is the world of super heroes. Celestino agrees with this but.... there are exceptions.

Celestino reasoned that a lot of Victor's choices were taken away from him as a kid and that he didn't have the chance to explore and grow the way normal kids did. Victor experienced a lot of trauma and he wanted to take control of his life again. He wanted to feel happy, confident, and strong again. If that meant Victor had to wear a slightly risque super suit... then so be it??? It wasn't too bad after all. And Victor was a good kid, a hero, and his taste in fashion changed like the wind. He'd want a new super suit by the end of the winter anyway. Teen Victor rarely threw huge tantrums. He may have shouted back out of anger, whined a bit, or tried to plead with puppy dog eyes, but he rarely ever went off on a screaming, tearful tirade. That was Yuri P.'s thing. So when Victor snapped, Celestino knew that this was a big deal to him.

Somehow the three manage to balance each other out. And the boys know that they are well loved even if 2/3 of their parents have a funny way of showing it.

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chelledoggo · 5 years

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[Fanfic] Calm in the Storm [101 Dalmatian Street]

genre: slice of life, oneshot

age rating: all ages

content warnings: none

summary: When Dorothy wanders out of the bedroom during a thunderstorm, a frightened Deepak ventures through the dark house to make sure she’s okay.

CRAAAASSSSH!!!

A loud clap of thunder boomed from outside, seemingly shaking the entire house and snapping every pup from their slumber. The accompanying lightning strike took out a power line, causing the night light in the pups' bedroom to flicker out.

The result was a cacophony of screaming, yelping, and crying from a room full of terrified pups. Tiny dalmatians scrambled about from left to right within the chaos.

Deepak, who'd been awakened from a lovely dream about meditating by a koi pond, was particularly shaken, letting out a loud shriek as he jumped up in his hanging pod-bed. The pup peeked out to see a raging storm outside his window.

He gulped as he snapped out of his stupor and realized what was going on. Deepak always hated thunderstorms. He'd always had problems with anxiety and sensory overload, which is why he always preferred to spend his time in peace and quiet.

Deepak sat up in a yogic position, closed his eyes and tried to control his hyperventilated breathing. He began nervously whispering affirming mantras to himself.

“I am centered...I am still as a stone...My mind is clear as a tranquil pond...I-”

“ARMAGEDDON IS AMONG US!!” The familiar voice of Dante wailed from the middle of the room, causing a rise of even more shrieking from the little pups.

Deepak quietly growled to himself in frustration at the fact that his well-meaning yet paranoid goth brother was only further rocking the boat.

Within seconds, the two elder pups, Dolly and Dylan burst into the room. Dylan had a battery-powered lantern clenched in his teeth by the handle, which he sat down in front of him upon entering.

“Everyone okay in here?” Dolly inquired concernedly.

“Oh, yeah,” Dante replied dryly. “S'all good...except for the RAGING CATACLYSM OF DOOM JUST OUTSIDE OUR WINDOW!!”

The pups once again scrambled about in terror at Dante's outburst.

“Ugh, Dog gone it, Dante!” Dylan scolded. “Do you have to do this every time? Haven't we talked about this? You know you're traumatizing the pups!”

“Look, man. Don't shoot the prophet,” Dante snarked. “I didn't ask to be burdened with the curse of apocalyptic precognition.”

Before Dylan and Dante could get into a bickering match, Dolly created a diversion.

“Uhh, hey Dyl?” she interrupted. “Don'tcha think now would be a good time to set up the thunder tent?”

The panicked pups stopped in their tracks and perked up.

“Thunder tent?” one pup squealed excitedly.

“Thunder tent!” parroted another.

“Dylan's gonna set up the thunder tent!” a third pup yipped, causing the entire bedroom of pups to cheer.

Dylan turned around sheepishly. He was so caught up in scolding his brother that the thunder tent nearly slipped his mind.

“Heheh, yeah, of course!” he responded, as he began to scavenge around the room for pillows and blankets to use as tent-building material.

Deepak sighed in relief. The thunder tent always provided him with a sense of calm and security during thunderstorms. Right now he needed a nice, dark, comfy place to burrow up among his siblings and slip back into slumber.

After a few moments, a large and very cozy-looking blanket-tent took up the center of the bedroom. It was furnished with big, fluffy pillows and cuddly toys, and a battery-powered spinning projector lamp in the middle providing a soft pink starry glow.

Once the pups had all taken refuge in the tent, Dylan and Dolly took a quick head count.

“94, 95, 96...Ughhh, who are we missing?” Dolly groaned anxiously.

“...D-Dorothy!” Dylan yelped in panic. “Sh-she's somewhere in the house! We gotta go find her! C'mon, Dolly!”

The two elder pups were about to head out, when they were dragged back by their hind legs by Dizzy and Dee Dee.

“Don't go, guys!” Dizzy pleaded.

“We need you to stay here and protect us!” Dee Dee cried.

“Sorry, guys,” Dolly responded, “But we gotta get Dorothy in here.”

A chorus of “No”s and “Please don't go”s erupted from the huddled-up cluster of frightened pups.

Deepak hung his head down in worry. Dorothy was so small and fragile. She was probably off stumbling around in the dark. She could get hurt.

If the top dogs couldn't pull themselves away from the fray, then who was going to go make sure she was safe? None of the other pups were willing to part from the comfort of the thunder tent and brave their way through the darkened house with all the thunder clamoring outside.

The yin-yang pup took a deep breath. He knew what he had to do, even if he really didn't want to. He stood up and cleared his throat.

“Um...” Deepak stammered. “I...I'll go look for her...”

The two elder siblings looked over at Deepak in mild shock.

“Wow, Deepak,” Dylan piped up. “You sure? We all know how much you hate thunder.”

“W-Well...” Deepak replied. “Someone's got to do it. A-And the other pups need their big siblings to protect them right now.”

The two top dogs glanced at each other for a moment, contemplating whether or not it was a good idea to let him go.

“...Alright,” Dylan agreed. “Just be careful out there, okay?”

“You're a brave lil' guy, Deepak,” Dolly added with an encouraging smile, gently patting the small pup on the head. “Proud of ya, buddy!”

Deepak nodded and chuckled nervously. He took a deep breath and ventured out of the bedroom door.

The darkened halls of the London flat were lit only by the light of the moon and the occasional car lights and lightning flashes through the windows.

Deepak gulped and sucked in another deep breath, then began reciting his feline meditation mantras as he continued walking forward.

“M-Me...ow...ow...owww....meoww...wowww....w--”

CRAAAASSSSH!!!

Another burst of thunder caused a terrified Deepak to topple over onto his rump.

The frazzled pup took another breath to regain his composure.

“You can do this, Deepak,” he whispered to himself. “Dorothy needs you.”

He carefully made his way down the stairs, quietly meowing to himself as he went along.

He finally made it downstairs when he heard a faint whimpering sound coming from inside the kitchen.

“D-Dorothy?” Deepak called out softly. “That you?”

He tracked down the noise to the cupboard beneath the counter. He slowly opened the door to find Dorothy; a curled-up quivering ball of fur cowering in the dark cupboard corner.

The tiny baby pup looked over her shoulder to see Deepak's gentle face looking back at her. She whimpered as if to beckon him over by her side.

Deepak crawled into the cupboard.

“Thank the stars I found you,” he sighed in relief. “We should get you back up to bed, don't you think? Dylan has the thunder tent set up, and--”

CRAAAASSSSH!!!

Another clap of thunder shook the room, causing both pups to yelp in terror.

Dorothy shrunk back and shook her head feverishly. Once again, her entire tiny body was trembling like an earthquake.

“...I see,” Deepak responded. “You're afraid, aren't you?”

Dorothy nodded, her face cringing in fear as tears rolled down her fluffy white face.

“It's okay...” Deepak assured her, but then looked down at the floor in humility. “...So am I.”

Dorothy looked up at her older brother, tilting her head in confusion.

Deepak looked down at his wide-eyed baby sister. It was clear she wasn't going to budge. He gave the little pup a warm, loving smile.

“But...” he continued, “If we ride out the storm together, perhaps neither one of us will be quite as afraid. Don't you agree?”

Dorothy grinned and cooed happily at her brother's proposition.

Deepak crawled into the cupboard with her, leaving the door open just enough to let a little moonlight in. He curled up in the corner alongside the tiny white puppy, who snuggled up as close as she could to him.

“There,” Deepak said softly. “All comfy, Dorothy?”

The baby pup nodded and smiled up at her brother.

“Okay,” Deepak soothed. “Close your eyes.”

Dorothy gently shut her eyes. Deepak laid a paw on the small pup's head and began to softly stroke her fur.

“...and...breathe, little one,” he whispered.

He made soft, droning “ohm” sounds into her ear as he concentrated all the good vibes he could through his fingertips into every soft caress.

It wasn't long until both pups had fallen sound asleep in the cupboard corner. The sounds of the thunder outside felt like they were miles away as they both slumbered peacefully cuddled up together.

Meanwhile, back upstairs, the rest of the pups had also fallen asleep, but Dylan was still concerned over the whereabouts of the two missing pups.

“Hey, Dolly,” Dylan whispered. “Now that the pups are asleep, do you think you can go check on Deepak and Dorothy?”

“Sure thing, bro,” Dolly yawned as she got up and stretched.

She quietly walked out of the tent and headed downstairs. It didn't take long for her keen dog ears to pick up on the sound of soft snoring from the kitchen.

Surely enough, she'd found Deepak and Dorothy fast asleep in their hiding spot under the counter. She couldn't help but gush a bit at the sight of them serenely cuddled up together.

She gently picked each pup up by the scruff of their necks and carefully hoisted them onto her back. She then slowly ventured back up to the bedroom with the sleeping siblings in tow.

Dolly gently placed Deepak and Dorothy back together on one of the fluffy pillows laid out inside the thunder tent.

“Ya did a great job, Deepak,” Dolly whispered as she gently patted her sleeping brother's head.

“Sleep tight, puppers.”

#101 Dalmatian street #Deepak Dalmatian #Dorothy Dalmatian #fanfiction #disney fanfiction

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ambitchiovs · 4 years

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lenny back at it again… i warned y’all about the intros dump. anyway, off to this bitch:

&&. isn’t that [ DEBORAH ANN WOLL ] walking around the hamptons? oh no, nevermind it’s just [ ADELAIDE MONTSERRAT ]. y'know, the [ 19 ] year old [ CIS FEMALE ] known to be quite [ CHARISMATIC and DETERMINED ] but also [ CUNNING and RUTHLESS ]. currently, the police has them as [ A PERSON OF INTEREST ] in the case of samantha wheeler, because they [ WERE PART OF SAMANTHA’S FRIEND GROUND ]. but they go on about their life as [ A STUDENT ]. i wonder what secrets they’re keeping? [ lenny/23/gmt+3/she/her ]

TW: eating disorders, addiction, mental disorders, possible suicidal thoughts/mentions

DON’T YOU EVER TAME YOUR DEMONS, ALWAYS KEEP THEM ON A LEASH.

In the eyes of Adelaide Montserrat, there was never a girl to be found. If you dare to pry, you will not find what strangers see when they pass her by the crowd. You will look into a bottomless void that threatens to swallow you whole and it will look back at you with smiling teeth. Little Addie, once a girl with pink tutu’s and ballerina shoes, was never one to be meddled with - she would captivate all her teachers and classmates with rosy cheeks and a clever tongue beyond her years, but there was nothing warm or kind about the little girl whose parents held so close she nearly choked to death.

History goes, her father — her biological father, anyhow, was a very powerful politician before he dropped dead. Nobody really knows what happened that night - all everybody seems to know is that all her loved ones seem to fall like dominoes. Her father died when she was 16, during a robbery. The men were never caught, but little Adelaide was left bawling into her mother’s lap. Surprising as it may be, she was actually the product of a one night stand and poor lack of judgement, or so her mother likes to tell her - but Catherine Montserrat was no fool, and she took him for all he had - and as it turns out… That was a lot.

That doesn’t come cheap, for Adelaide, anyways. Being a part of a new family meant she now had a new player to share her inheritance with - and damned if she didn’t do everything she could to throw them off the board. In the eyes of her parents, she could do no wrong - she was pure and pristine and everything they hoped their little girl would be. You’d assume being the younger sibling meant competing for attention - but she never competed. She never even considered it a competition. She won, plain and simple. Her half brother, that man who called himself her “father” now were but pebbles in her shoes, nuisances she had to navigate through to continue on with her luxurious lifestyle. They didn’t understood her, didn’t particularly wanted to, and it was easier to smear on some foundation and bake it with powder than let explain why her skin was cracking. It was easier to strap on those old ballerina shoes and put on a show until her toes were bleeding, than to try and show them what was behind the curtains. And all jewelry in the world, all praise, all money and countless designer bags she accumulated every year could never fill up that gaping hole, that detachment she felt towards the outside world and inability to connect with things and people - even those supposedly closest to her.

You see, Adelaide didn’t lose, because she tailored the game to her whims and batted her heavy set of lashes to make it seem fair. And if she did lose - the game be damned; she’d destroy it and any evidence of her failure with the wrath of a woman scorned. She didn’t want to be a little sister, or a daughter, or something for men to gawk at. She wanted to be something else. Anything other than this vile thing dripping with self-loathing , cloaked in a veil of perfectionism. Something that wasn’t rammed into this golden mold before she even took her very first breath.

Addie’s behavior as well as their parents favoritism only blurred the lines between love and hate between the half-siblings, complicating her understanding of relationships even further. And it certainly didn’t help that her new brother was just as stubborn and competitive as she was. The children were picture perfect, carrying on the legacy of their parents on their backs as if it weighed no more than a feather - while whatever had been good or soft in them began to rot.

But just who is Adelaide Montserrat? The reincarnation of the Virgin Mary to most. The girl with perfect hair, perfect hair and a perfect family. In truth, Adelaide could be seen only as a terror taken human form to those who opposed her, and a perfect, exemplary girl for those who keep a safe distance. What she is, what she truly is, is a game of smoking mirrors - a fragmented girl, scattered into so many pieces to cater to the whims of crowds, that now, when she looks into a mirror, the image that looks back is something recognizable; distorted.

Fueled by her own securities and desire to obtain perfection, paired with the crowd of rich kids that were offered to her as friends growing up, it didn’t take for things to escalate; by the age of only fourteen, poisoning their blood with alcohol, snorting up enough cocaine so she had to carry around wipes and kicking each other in the stomach while crouching over the toilet became somehow ordinary. Encouraged, even. All that deep-rooted self-hatred had to spill someway, somehow. She grew to resent how boys were granted more freedom, more room to misbehave and make mistake. She resented girls for being themselves, for not wanting to scream every second of every day. And she resented Samantha for how genuinely she could smile - for how easily everything came to her, and for how she was everything she could never be; while she was lying in a grave she dug herself - shackled to the image of perfection she’d crafted, held to the highest of regards, expected to never falter nor stutter. It was hard to define the relationship between her - one moment Addie was sweet, the next she was cruel. And as to that unfortunate Halloween night, she claims they parted ways before she could see anything.

All the harder she tries to cling to this illusion of control, the deeper she dives into that well. Parents often say kids will “grow out of it”; their fits of rage, their apathy towards other children, their unwillingness to share, their manipulative, spoiled ways of obtaining what they want- but Addie never did. Somewhere inside there’s still that little girl who’d rather break her toys in half than to share it with other kids. Who’d bump into other little girls at school, and tell the nurse they tripped. Who’d rather set her arm back in place herself than say “you were right”. The little girl who’ll sit in an empty throne all alone, built with the bones of the people she once claimed to love.

PERSONALITY-WISE:

Adelaide is emotionally unstable and has a very competitive, volatile, manipulative personality; she doesn’t forgive, and she sure as hell doesn’t forget, and she can lash out in incredibly ruthless ways due to her extreme lack of empathy for hers. Her addictions and unwillingness to ever speak to anyone in depth about herself only worsen the state of her BPD. Despite all this, on the surface, she can seem like just like any other pristine, privileged girl. It’s not usual for people to find her charming - she does exude that sort of magnetic aura that’s very easy to fall for, because people tend to see what they want to see - and therefore, it’s easy for her to adjust her personality to the expectations of whomever she’s trying to captivate. In a way, her entire personality has merged with her addiction: being friends with her feels a lot like moment of high in exchange for an eternity of sorrow.

She can be a loyal friend, to some extent, although she’ll never put anyone above herself. She’s also very insecure and prone to fits of rage (in private) whenever she doesn’t get what she wants (think broken mirrors and glasses), as her self-image is heavily dependent on what she can achieve and how others perceive her. Deep down, this all stems from jealousy - she so desperately wishes she could connect with other people and things the way everyone around her does, but in the end she can’t, and she’s left feeling like an outside looking in. If she’s miserable, why shouldn’t everyone around her be too?

HIT ME UP TO PLOT U COWARDS !!

for reals, though - i know this was unnecessarily long, but oh well. you can be ex friends with her? don’t know why they’re not friends anymore - but i’m willing to bet it’s addie’s fault.

maybe some sort of competitor? academic or otherwise.

maybe there’s some poor ex out there who knows what a headcase she actually is? but probably can’t say much bc they fear for her life lmao.

she wouldn’t openly date anybody who could reflect poorly on her reputation, so secret hookups??? give me someone who’s getting sick of being used pls. ( she’s a closeted bisexual. society isn’t very welcome to the idea rn ) so girl crushes yes pls let girls have crushes on her. let her manipulate them bc she knows. i need.

also gimme someone who deals drugs to her tbh, bc this needs to be kept SUPER lowkey, but it’d also be hilarious bc she wouldn’t have to fake her personality around them & it’s like bitch what the fuck this girl is dr jekyll and mr hyde.

i’d love love to see a fake relationship - but i don’t mean the ‘secretly have feelings for each other’ - i mean the… secretly despise each other but they’re image-obsessed people and like being seen as the golden couple.

oH and pls someone give me a… dare i say sisterly connection? mostly, a girl who idolizes her or puts her on a pedestal, that she might or might not have a soft spot for ( which in addie’s handbook just means she’ll be that much crueler whenever she feels like it tbh ) & see it as some sort of protegee.

idk i’m open to anything, these are just suggestions thrown at the wall here. the point is… plot w me u cowards. and yes, my muse does bite.

#hamptcns:intro

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