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@the-cooper-gang
Howdy!
This is a Sly Cooper rp/ask blog, but also, where I put all my Sly Cooper stuff. My name is Rudolph and I use they/them pronouns.
Characters played on this blog are as follows:
Sly Cooper, Bentley, Murray, Carmelita Fox, Penelope, Conner Cooper, Elenore Cooper (OC, Sly's mom), and the twins Katrina and Atticus Cooper (OCs, Sly and Carmelita's kids)
[the twins and Sly’s parents are in different times from the main crew]
• Asks • Submit •
To Sly and Bentley and Murray, So what exactly to Carmelita's parents and Penelope's parents and Panda King think of you dating their daughters?
Sly: Oh, I haven't met Carm's parents actually! Uh, but I'm sure they'll love me! Who doesn't love me?
Bentley: Most people that meet you.
[he adjusts his glasses]
Bentley: I've met Penelope's parents via video call before, they seem to like me. Although, we didn't exactly tell them what our occupation is, for obvious reasons.
[Murray looks over from where he's cooking, he seems confused by the question]
Murray: I'm not dating anyone? Panda King's daughter seems nice and all, but I'm not really interested in her like that.
More designs for these guys, since I got nothing else to do UwU
Sly's wearing his mom's locket, as a Constable, so he has some part of his past with him. Dude misses his life while staying with the love of his life. Hard times.
Sly Cooper, age 7.
He loves his new shirt, because his dad IS alive and he DOES love him (he doesn't know) (tragedy awaits)
Whoa, Sly Cooper designs be upon ye. Sly, Penelope and Carmelita, of course. Then Sly and Carm fankids, and Sly's folks!
I've been busy, UwU.
Put a sentence in my inbox and I'll write a fic using that as the first sentence
Small life update! I have a job now, I make blankets! Not gonna say where, just live in fear that any blanket you buy could have been made by me.
On a less positive note, I do have COVID, a mild strain, but still COVID.
[Starter for @the-i-d-f-l-hq ]
Sand, sand, and more sand. That's what he hated about this place. Not to mention how hot it got. Sly scaled up the side of the building as quickly as he could, giving him a good view of the town.
It was strange not having Bentley to give him a plan of action, he was flying solo now and he really, really, hated that.
"Okay. Just like before. Find my ancestor, and find a way out of here. How hard can it be?" He said to no one as he hurried along above to the town, wishing he had someone to tell him where to start looking.
As Sly perched up as high as he could get himself, he began to scan for any signs of a thief.
He snatched some spare fabric from a shop, and slipped into the abandoned spice home. Quickly getting to work in making his disguise, he didn't want to risk getting recognized again.
He was happy to be in civilization, but he really couldn't have everyone thinking he was royalty. He did his best to make himself comfortable in his new hideout. At least he wouldn't be melting from the heat anymore.
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Sand, sand, and more sand. That's what he hated about this place. Not to mention how hot it got. Sly scaled up the side of the building as quickly as he could, giving him a good view of the town.
It was strange not having Bentley to give him a plan of action, he was flying solo now and he really, really, hated that.
"Okay. Just like before. Find my ancestor, and find a way out of here. How hard can it be?" He said to no one as he hurried along above to the town, wishing he had someone to tell him where to start looking.
As Sly perched up as high as he could get himself, he began to scan for any signs of a thief.
Sly leaned away from him slightly, looking just as panicked, he hadn't expected the sudden reaction.
He held on a bit tighter as the camel picked up speed, "Whoa, now! Is it really that serious? I mean, I'd love to meet the family but, maybe we could just take it easy?" He hadn't exactly developed a plan, bit as always, he was ready to make it up as he went.
His companion ignored his request to take it easy, as the camel rushed over to one of the temples in the whole village, which to Sly’s surprise, showed a large representation of his ancestor: Slytunkhamen Cooper, either the first or second one. That’s probably why he was so frantic.
“We need to get you to your father immidiately! I am sorry I did not reconize you before your highness!”
Okay, definitely the first one.
His ears fell back as he watched the world rush around him, trying to think of any way he could lie his way out of this. His eyes fell in the statue and he huffed, this was going to be difficult.
Especially when he heard that....
"Oh, no, no! That's uh, not really all that necessary! Honestly!" He laughed awkwardly, "I'm sure he can handle not seeing me for a bit longer, nothing to worry about!"
“Nonsense! We must see him at once our highness!” he neglected his words, oblivious to the true character of Sly.
Then an idea came to the raccoon’s mind...his ancestor, Slytunkhamen Cooper used a skill to get out of view...the skill of invisibility which Sly himself learned how to do...and since his rescuer was focused on getting him out to look back at Sly...
Perhaps he could just...disappear and run out without being spotted?
With a tight smile, Sly slowly began to stand up on the back of the camel, he carefully balance before flinging himself off and dashing into the shadows, vanishing from view.
He practically held his breath as he slipped away, avoiding any main streets, "Just what I need. Living relatives the happen to be royalty." As cool as they were, this did add a new challenge to this ordeal.
At least he was safe now and out of view, and thankfully his ride into the city didn't seem to notice him...though once he found out about Sly's absence, he would most likely make an alert about it.
Still, Sly was alive, hydrated, and in a public environment; much better than him dying in the endless desert. Though his clothes were not only sandy but would make him an easy target to spot if any locals found him.
The main goal now would be to find a temporary hideout, then figure out a way to get back to his own timeline...that last goal would be a lot more complex than the first one.
"If only I had Bentley here. He'd make something useful." Sly grumbled to himself as he slinked through the shadows of the city, "Maybe I should have paid more attention to him explaining technical stuff."
He crept further into the city and further away from the one that had brought him here, thankful for the shadows, not just for hiding for the break from the heat they brought.
"Hideout...hideout..." He hummed quietly as he looked for a useful, secret, spot, "Disguise too... That'd be good."
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Sand, sand, and more sand. That's what he hated about this place. Not to mention how hot it got. Sly scaled up the side of the building as quickly as he could, giving him a good view of the town.
It was strange not having Bentley to give him a plan of action, he was flying solo now and he really, really, hated that.
"Okay. Just like before. Find my ancestor, and find a way out of here. How hard can it be?" He said to no one as he hurried along above to the town, wishing he had someone to tell him where to start looking.
As Sly perched up as high as he could get himself, he began to scan for any signs of a thief.
Sly leaned away from him slightly, looking just as panicked, he hadn't expected the sudden reaction.
He held on a bit tighter as the camel picked up speed, "Whoa, now! Is it really that serious? I mean, I'd love to meet the family but, maybe we could just take it easy?" He hadn't exactly developed a plan, bit as always, he was ready to make it up as he went.
His companion ignored his request to take it easy, as the camel rushed over to one of the temples in the whole village, which to Sly’s surprise, showed a large representation of his ancestor: Slytunkhamen Cooper, either the first or second one. That’s probably why he was so frantic.
“We need to get you to your father immidiately! I am sorry I did not reconize you before your highness!”
Okay, definitely the first one.
His ears fell back as he watched the world rush around him, trying to think of any way he could lie his way out of this. His eyes fell in the statue and he huffed, this was going to be difficult.
Especially when he heard that....
"Oh, no, no! That's uh, not really all that necessary! Honestly!" He laughed awkwardly, "I'm sure he can handle not seeing me for a bit longer, nothing to worry about!"
“Nonsense! We must see him at once our highness!” he neglected his words, oblivious to the true character of Sly.
Then an idea came to the raccoon’s mind...his ancestor, Slytunkhamen Cooper used a skill to get out of view...the skill of invisibility which Sly himself learned how to do...and since his rescuer was focused on getting him out to look back at Sly...
Perhaps he could just...disappear and run out without being spotted?
With a tight smile, Sly slowly began to stand up on the back of the camel, he carefully balance before flinging himself off and dashing into the shadows, vanishing from view.
He practically held his breath as he slipped away, avoiding any main streets, "Just what I need. Living relatives the happen to be royalty." As cool as they were, this did add a new challenge to this ordeal.
Commissions are officially open, shoot me a dm if you're interested and we'll talk!
[Starter for @the-i-d-f-l-hq ]
Sand, sand, and more sand. That's what he hated about this place. Not to mention how hot it got. Sly scaled up the side of the building as quickly as he could, giving him a good view of the town.
It was strange not having Bentley to give him a plan of action, he was flying solo now and he really, really, hated that.
"Okay. Just like before. Find my ancestor, and find a way out of here. How hard can it be?" He said to no one as he hurried along above to the town, wishing he had someone to tell him where to start looking.
As Sly perched up as high as he could get himself, he began to scan for any signs of a thief.
Sly leaned away from him slightly, looking just as panicked, he hadn't expected the sudden reaction.
He held on a bit tighter as the camel picked up speed, "Whoa, now! Is it really that serious? I mean, I'd love to meet the family but, maybe we could just take it easy?" He hadn't exactly developed a plan, bit as always, he was ready to make it up as he went.
His companion ignored his request to take it easy, as the camel rushed over to one of the temples in the whole village, which to Sly’s surprise, showed a large representation of his ancestor: Slytunkhamen Cooper, either the first or second one. That’s probably why he was so frantic.
“We need to get you to your father immidiately! I am sorry I did not reconize you before your highness!”
Okay, definitely the first one.
His ears fell back as he watched the world rush around him, trying to think of any way he could lie his way out of this. His eyes fell in the statue and he huffed, this was going to be difficult.
Especially when he heard that....
"Oh, no, no! That's uh, not really all that necessary! Honestly!" He laughed awkwardly, "I'm sure he can handle not seeing me for a bit longer, nothing to worry about!"
He wiped the blood from his face as he slowly came to his knees
He said "I’ll be back when you least expect it
And hell's coming with me
Hell's coming with me."
A Fucking baller song that made me think of Sly Cooper when I heard it, also it's just fun to listen too.
[Starter for @the-i-d-f-l-hq ]
Sand, sand, and more sand. That's what he hated about this place. Not to mention how hot it got. Sly scaled up the side of the building as quickly as he could, giving him a good view of the town.
It was strange not having Bentley to give him a plan of action, he was flying solo now and he really, really, hated that.
"Okay. Just like before. Find my ancestor, and find a way out of here. How hard can it be?" He said to no one as he hurried along above to the town, wishing he had someone to tell him where to start looking.
As Sly perched up as high as he could get himself, he began to scan for any signs of a thief.
Sly leaned away from him slightly, looking just as panicked, he hadn't expected the sudden reaction.
He held on a bit tighter as the camel picked up speed, "Whoa, now! Is it really that serious? I mean, I'd love to meet the family but, maybe we could just take it easy?" He hadn't exactly developed a plan, bit as always, he was ready to make it up as he went.
✏ + Uplift
[In my Penelope isn't actually a traitor AU]
Sly paused in his endless wandering, a familiar shape sat curled up on the hillside, their head buried in their arms and their tail curled around them.
He stepped closer, recognizing them immediately, "Penelope...?"
The mouse jumped, her head whipping back to see him, "Sly?! How- why- What are you doing here?!"
"What are you doing here?" He lifted his cane, unsure how to feel, "You're not trying to take over this time too, are you?"
"No!" She nearly yelled, practically flying to her feet, "I didn't want to do any of that! I didn't..." She fell back to the ground, "I wasn't myself, I... He said nothing would happen to you guys, that Bentley would be safe... If I just did what he asked..."
Sly almost didn't want to believe, and yet, she looked so heartbroken, he couldn't help but be reminded of Bentley. He sat down in front of her, resting a hand on her shoulder.
"Penelope, what exactly happened back there?" He asked, looking serious but worried.
"I dunno... I was kidnapped, La Paradox wanted my help, really he wanted Bentley's blueprints but he was too stupid to ever make them himself. He never told me what he was planning to do, but he said he knew where you, Bentley, and Murray all were and.." She rubbed her eyes, "I was scared, I didn't want anything to happen to you guys. But the more I worked under him, the worse it got," Penelope glared at the ground, "until next thing I know! I'm in some stupid mech! In a completely different time! With no way to get back! Unless I do his dirty work!" She slammed her fist into the ground, gritting her teeth.
Sly leaned back in surprise, "After we fought your mech, where'd you go?"
"Got surrounded by his goons, he sent me here to get me out of his hair. Guess he knew that if I joined you guys, I'd be able to get my revenge." She shrugged, "Been laying low in this time ever since. Why are you here?"
"La Paradox played dirty. To no surprise." Sly rested his chin in his hand with a grumble, "His time machine blew up and I was caught in the blast, now I'm here."
"With no way home..."
"Yeah..." Sly huffed.
For a long moment, the pair was silent, it was nice to see a friend, but they were still stuck. Both of them felt hopeless, but there was someone they wanted, no had, to get home too.
Sly shook his head, "No, we're not gonna wallow here!" He took hold of his cane and pushed himself to his feet, "We're gonna find a way to either get our friend's attention in present time, or get ourselves back there!"
Slowly Penelope stood, "Can we really?"
"Doesn't matter if we can, we have to!" Sly grabbed his shoulder, "Penelope, you're a genius, I know you can rebuild that machine, and I can get you anything you need for it. No matter how long it takes, we're getting home!"
For a second, she looked excited, but her face soon fell again, "Do I even have a place with you guys back home?"
Sly looked her dead in the eyes, "I'll make sure you do. We'll clear your name, I swear to it." He then smiled holding a fist up to her, "We're a small team, but we've got this!"
"Yeah..!" She bumped his fist with her own, "We got this!"
✏️ + Custody
[Hrrrmmbb. This is a hard one. But y'know, I am a kiddo of divorced parents, so I'll do my best!]
"I don't know how I feel about this..." Carmelita said as she carefully closed the door to her children's bedroom, after having put them to bed, "I understand your fear, but you need to be in their lives."
"I know, I know. And I will be! It's just..." Sky shrugged and scratched his head, "The less their connected to me, the safer they are..."
Carmelita stepped past him, her heart heavy as she walked to the kitchen, Sly following behind her. He had a very similar look on his face, both of them looking grief-stricken.
"Being a Cooper is what lead to me losing my parents when I was young. I don't want to risk that happening to them..." Sly leaned onto the table, resting his head in his hands.
Carmelita reached out, resting a hand on his shoulder, "Clockwerk is dead, we watched his remains decay right in front of us. You're safe.."
"But I still have enemies, and there's no telling when, or if, any of them will break out and come after me." Sly looked into her eyes, he didn't want this either, but he was scared.
For a moment, Carmelita was silent, retracting her hand, finally, after an agonizing minute, she spoke again, "You're right... I hate that you're right, but you are." She rubbed her face, "I hope you know I'm telling them all about you."
"Heh, I expected nothing less...!" He chuckled sadly, "Of course I'll visit, but living here would be dangerous." He looked back at their room, "Think either of them will want to be a thief?"
She followed his gaze and shrugged, "Only time will tell, love."
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Sand, sand, and more sand. That's what he hated about this place. Not to mention how hot it got. Sly scaled up the side of the building as quickly as he could, giving him a good view of the town.
It was strange not having Bentley to give him a plan of action, he was flying solo now and he really, really, hated that.
"Okay. Just like before. Find my ancestor, and find a way out of here. How hard can it be?" He said to no one as he hurried along above to the town, wishing he had someone to tell him where to start looking.
As Sly perched up as high as he could get himself, he began to scan for any signs of a thief.
The town itself was the only chance of inhabitant life that he could see, and even then it was still a ways away. Not to mention the intense heat, the difficulty of trucking through sand, and the fact that he s woke up from being unconscious after his while time-travel brawl with Le Parodox.
He just had to push on, at least until he found someone. Anyone for that matter. But even for Sly, this was starting to become exhausting. The pressuring of trying to make it, along with the heat and intensity if the desert was beginning to take it's toll.
The only think that could make this even worse would be the sight of hallucinations from his dehydration.
Sly fanned himself with his hat as he squinted, out of all the ways he expected things to go wrong, he really hadn't expected that.
"Just hope I don't die before I find whoever's here..." He sighed, forcing himself onward as he squinted through the heat and dust, "When I get home... I'm gonna go to, I dunno, the arctic. Somewhere cold." Hard to make small talk when you're the only person there.
He felt relief as he got closer to the town, "Oh, please don't be a mirage..." He grumbled, feeling more and more exhausted as he went.
It was hard to tell if anything was real or not: everything looked hazy, and the only thing that was real was the never ending amount of sand all around him. It got to the point where he started to see people...the worst people of his life. People like Neyla, The Contessa, and Clockwork, hovering above him, mocking him, taunting him to give up.
And yet, before him, he could see someone...it was hard to tell who it was, but they were real.
Mainly because they spoke: “Alou (Hello)?”
He squeezed his eyes closed and swallowed hard, pushing himself forward through the heat and the mocking voices. Trying to focus on his family that was waiting for him, he had to find a way out of this.
For a moment he ignored the new figure, until he realized that he didn't recognize that voice at all, in a moment, he suddenly looked a lot more alert.
"Hello?" Sly blinked at the stranger.
“ Antzer! Anna kadem limsadtak! (Hold on! I’m coming to help you!)” The man rushed over, as a wave of relief and hope came over the raccoon. The closer the man got, the more identifiable he was, as he looked to be a Mau cat, holding a watersack.
“Hanal, sharb hudha! (Here, drink this!)” They responded, putting the tip into Sly’s mouth.
"God, I must be lucky..." He sighed heavily, squinting up at the stranger.
He carefully drank the water, the relief at the sudden help was a welcome distraction from the pain of the heat, not to mention any water was a blessing at this point.
Sly rubbed his eyes, clearing them of sand, trying to calm any irritation, "Thank you, for helping.."
The feline continued to aid him, as he grabbed his arms, slowly helping him onto his feet, and carried him over to what looked to be his camel, looking over at his tail and cane, muttering to himself, but seemingly bewildered by Sly’s features and appearance.
“Yegeb an nadhab elly al-faraoun! (We need to go to the Pharaoh!)” He stated, helping Sly onto his mount.
It seemed to always take a bit for Sly to translate, even then it was a bit difficult for him to understand, with most of his tech having broke in arrival.
"At this point, I'll go anywhere..." As long as he wasn't wandering alone through the desert, he was fine. He attempted to slip the cane into a holder on his bag, before remembering it had been taken by Le Paradox
"I should get a sheath for this, or something..." He mumbled mostly to himself as he got situated on the camel.
Once the Egyptian feline got on the camel, they started to head out to the city, before he looked over at Sly’s cane, still in awe by the way it looked, not to mention Sly’s face and tail.
“Hill hoslat ola telk al-alba? Fakt alailah al-malika he al-mabarka an yakon wahid...(Where did you get that cane? Only the royal family is blessed to have one...)”
He has seemed to zone out a bit, rubbed a smudge off the hook of the cane. He glanced up at the feline climbed up, sizing up the new ally, just in case something went awry.
He zoned back to hear the question, blinking in surprise a bit as he thought up a reply, "My uh, my dad gave me this." He seemed a bit confused, "Only the royal family? What are they like...?"
“Setre greiba pama veh al-kafaya! Labed an aback qud barkte al-alhah liatier methel huthe al-hedia. (You will see soon enough! Your father must have been blessed by the gods to be given such a gift!)” He stated, as they were soon approaching the city, as Sly could see a city with a temple ahead. Hopefully he could be given a place to rest first before he had to do anything else here.
"You could say that, I guess." Sly chuckled. He squinted at the city, trying to get a good look at it from where they were.
After ages of walking through the desert, seeing a civilization almost didn't feel real. He wouldn't be surprised if this was some dying hallucination, but that did seem unlikely.
"Beautiful place you guys got out here.."
Whether or not he was imagining things, what was real was that he was safe, and was heading to a place of rest and re-assurance. His new feline friend turned to look at him, as he smiled softly.
“My name is Sesur-sati. What is yours?” Funny; he actually spoke English this time...
Sly couldn't help but smile back, brushing fur away from his own eyes. For a brief moment, he thought back to Sesur-sati's confusion over his cane, wondering just what his ancestor here was up too.
"Good to meet you, I'm Sly Cooper." He gave a small wink when he said his name, "Just call me Sly."
