#tiimetaught

[fireinclined-moved]

valerie: im a time traveler

cassandra: how can you travel through time if time isn't real??

[littlestjones-a]

tiimetaught replied to your post “Only her father and teachers still call her Gabrielle or Gabby. Her...”

"Hey, I like Gabby..."

“Well, I don’t. Gabby’s a dumb name. I like Shadow way better.”

[slyandcharming]

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[sly-fcking-cooper]

Familiar Reflection

{thread with @tiimetaught}

After days of planning, it was time for the final move. Sly slid down the pole into the inner dungeon, landing lightly on his feet, expecting to see the Count and his slimy guards awaiting him. But nothing. He scouted around, but it was just an empty cave, save for the medieval-looking safe in the corner, which he knew held the infamous Regal Ruby. 

“Bentley, there’s no-one here,” Sly informed through his binocucom. “But I found the ruby. I’m going to grab it and go. We can deal with the Count later.”

“Alright,” said Bentley. “But I wouldn’t be surprised if he ambushes you. Stay sharp.”

“Stay cool, you panicky turtle. I’m on it.”

Sly crept over to the safe and used his cane to swing open the door, expecting a booby trap- but nothing, again. No ruby- but there was...

a calling card. 

Sly gasped.

“Are you okay? Sly? SLY!” yelled Bentley worriedly. 

“Uhhh...I’ll meet you at the safehouse,” said Sly, turning off his binocucom. He examined the calling card. The Cooper raccoon symbol, but in purple. Who was playing with his family legacy? Suddenly, Sly was full of fury rather than confusion. He took the calling card, tore it up and put the leftovers in his pouch. How dare someone mock his legacy? Calling cards...they were his thing. No-one else’s.

Sly ran back to the safehouse, noticing signs of this other trespasser’s entry on the way and kicking himself for not realising on his way down. He trudged through the door of the safehouse.

“What happened, Sly?” asked Murray. “Did he have ghosts like I thought?”

“No,” said Sly coldly. “Someone already got the goods and took out the Count.” He thrust the remains of the calling card on the table and sat in the corner huffily. “The nerve!”

Bentley eagerly started piecing it together. “It’s a calling card,” he stated, matter-of-factly.

“I know,” huffed Sly. “I’m not stupid. Someone is mocking my family legacy. I’m not letting this happen!”

“Well...maybe there’s another raccoon thief. Who has a preference for purple.”

“Who, Bentley? If you haven’t noticed, I’ve been on the thieving scene for quite a few years now. I think I’d know if there was another raccoon, on my turf!”

“Alright, let’s think about this logically then, if you’re going to be so difficult. Where is it from, do you reckon?”

“Some crackerbox who thinks it’s funny!” yelled Sly.

“No, I think there might be some kind of legitimacy to this. Maybe it’s not a raccoon and some kind of...cat...maybe. I’m studying the ears and they could be, but you’ve teared them to smithereens, so there’s no way-”

“Argh!” exclaimed Sly. “It’s some kind of wind up. I want to track them down!”

“I can’t deal with this arguing!” shouted Murray over the two of them. “I’m going to get some fresh air whilst you two sort this out!” Murray climbed up the ladder, hopped onto the roof and sat sadly. Bentley and Sly rarely argued, and even when they did it was like married couple bickering. However, he knew he just had to get out of the situation, otherwise he’d flip out. He stared out into the midnight Vienna rooftops. It was pretty here. Taking out his binoculars to enjoy the view, he noticed a figure hopping over the horizon and scurrying over rooftops. He looked closer with his binoculars...and thought he saw...Sly! 

“Sly!” he yelled.

“Yeah, buddy?” he heard from below.

“What? But...Sly, you gotta come up here! Your twin is surfing the rooftops!”

Murray looked back and realised he’d garnered the attention of the shadowed figure, who was moving gradually closer and closer.

[fireinclined-moved]

@tiimetaught

The thief jolted at the words, ears pinning back and the gause she was using to wrap her forearm falling to the floor, her eyes wide.

Well, that was unexpected.

Who knew close calls could bring this out in people, especially family. But…Cassandra cared about her too? That was what was unexpected. She understood the worry for Donnie but adding her name to the list was not what she saw coming.

For a second, Valerie was uncharacteristically quiet, blinking a few times before silently reaching down to pick up the fallen roll of bandages. She was quiet for a few more seconds before-

“…me too, huh? Wasn’t expecting that, Miss Cassandra…”

Cassandra stepped closer so she could gently take the roll of bandages from Valerie, and proceeded to finish wrapping the raccoon's arm. It was a mild burn- nothing too serious, perhaps nothing that would even leave a scar...but still. It was enough to make Cassandra uneasy.

“Yes, you too,” Cassandra said with a sigh. She’d never really had any ill will towards Valerie the way her sons seemed to- at the very least, they were suspicious towards her. But Cassandra thought it would be good for Donnie to have another friend outside of the family, and so she’d been far more welcoming.

That is, until the damn fool had gotten herself hurt. Cassandra couldn’t stand to see kids like this girl and her son get hurt- she’d promised herself that she’d do everything in her power to prevent them from going anything like what she went through at their age. 

“Which is why,” Cassandra said, voice a lot less frustrated a lot more tired, “you need to be more careful. Got it?”

[littlestjones-a]

Racing down to the lair after school had to be one of Shadow's favorite things, light up sneakers flashing against the tunnel walls until she reached the turnstiles of the abandoned subway station to squeeze herself underneath. But today, as she took a deep breath in so she could shout her arrival, she spotted an unfamiliar figure by the couch. The girl shut her mouth with an audible click of her teeth, glancing around to make certain she was in the right place. Arcade games, Raph's weird training dummy, an old pizza box (or six), and a sticky trail of dried ice cream from the escapades of the family cat? Yep, definitely the lair. So she turned an inquisitive dark blue gaze back to the stranger. "...who're you?" @tiimetaught

[nomadicdark]

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  “Punks…”

  The little insult the hedgehog let slip would probably be considered a severe understatement by anyone younger than forty. Both he and Rouge were bruised and bloody after a run in with not three, not four, but five mobian-like figures that were twice their size. Thank Chaos that they’d trained so rigorously under the Doctor, or they’d be dead right now.

  A shadow fell across them, sending both their heart rates through the roof as they jumped into defensive positions. Their anticipation quickly died down, however, upon seeing a striped tail in the moonlight.

  “You two need to be taller.”