#oroanillado

[cooperkxight]

[[ HC meme. 👍👎 ]]

Thematic headcanons

hc + 👍 for a headcanon about things they like

/ Galleth likes to ride his horses, he likes to care for them, theres some sort of comfort in waking up at the crack of dawn to take care of them, feed them, let them out onto the fields or take them for a small ride or a hunt.

He may be dramatic and overzealous, but he enjoys the simpler things at heart.

hc + 👎 for a headcanon about things they dislike

/ He realllllyyyy doesn't like being in disguise, he LIKES people to know who and what he is and that his name is one to fear or worry for if you have too much coin. He likes to be known as the one who is the hero to the people, not some strange hooded figure.

He gets better at it as time passes, after all, he becomes somewhat of an actor and travels with his order as a form of cover. But his pride can get the better of him.

[felidaecaptain]

🐾 @oroanillado.

" STATE YOUR INTENTIONS SWIFTLY before I make you regret setting foot upon my ship. Go on, then. "

[champagneandcaviar]

[[ Ratigan, how are you feeling now that you've returned to Basil? Happy to see him? Scorned he also lived? Afraid he may see through you? ]]

"....."

"I am beyond furious, I was able to survive by the skin of my teeth and it infuriates me beyond belief that Basil managed to as well! But alas, what world would there be if we did not have this dance between us? Oh yes... I have plans..."

[shadowzgather]

@oroanillado

It was compulsory, nessassary, and a strange part of his nature that he couldn't resist. The plum of redish maroon smoke filled the museum. "I am the Darkest of Terrors that flap in the night! I am the bug on the windshield of justice! I, am Negaduck!" He announced to the seemingly empty museum, though that didn't seem to bother him as he posed dramatically holding his cape out like a set of bat wings before releasing them. He then strutted around the place casually, avoiding the security lasers. The smoke helping a lot with that.

His goal was a golden snake statue that he took care in swapping out for a toy rubber snake. "HA! Child's play. With you, I have the map to the legendary Midas gauntlet. I can turn this whole world to solid gold! I just need to figure out how to read this damn thing!" The yellow clad duck growled, turning the golden statue around in his hands, distracted in his task.

[0fbakerstreet]

@oroanillado continued from here.  

He's got him there, Basil's business was independent and fueled on positive word-of-mouth. He can't legally invade Cooper's house.

❝ Fine, I'll be back in a month's time with the due diligences. ❞

Travel here had been long, it was annoying to come all the way here and have nothing to show for it, the long walk and hassle it was to get here would insure Sly a month.

Basil turned around and made his leave away from the raccoon's home. The prized London jewels and museum paintings still probably under his roof but with no way to prove it, Basil would be doing further research into the raccoon lineage the moment he arrived back at Baker Street.

 —Which should be easier now, since he managed to snag one of the raccoon's hairs for a DNA sample.

[monmuses]

@oroanillado​ - a plotted starter with Death / El Lobo

     Sly Cooper. A mischevious raccoon of great royalty known for breaking ladies’ hearts with little to no remorse. It had been quite some time since he had been afflicted with that curse because of his actions. Every act had a consequence, after all, and he was one to know that very well. Though, it seemed like some mortals did not know just how punishing karma was.

     Tonight was a dreadful night, showering with thunder and rain. The lily in which he was given to mark his time. If he did not warm his heart and show that emotion, he would forever be a beast. And the poor monster was on his last petal...

     ...tonight, he was due for a visit. He was treading near Death.

     Upon approaching his bedroom door, that death-strung whistle was heard from the halls, opening his bedroom door with both sickles resting in his belt. It was dark... and it reeked of death. He was nearing that end, barely standing on his last petal. Red eyes peeked at the jar that held that lily, seeing it stand after so long. It was on its last breath, crumbling on itself. He had some time left, and it was enough for a visit.

     “...quite a predicament to visit you in such a time of need, your Highness,” he purred with an ear flick.

[stcries]

     “ ah !   -   sorry,  i didn’t see you there !   are you alright ? ”

@oroanillado​,  one liner call !

[crazydazeymuses-archive]

“That FUCKIN’ raccoon.”