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[swanimagines]

SLY COOPER AO3 SERIESES

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Sly Cooper

Bentley

(Any of the other characters don't have any requests written nor pending as for now, so I'm unable to have serieses for them as AO3 requires you to have at least one oneshot written to be able to add it to a series, and I can't promise serieses for characters who don't have requests pending/I have no ideas of my own for them)

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[thecasualdaydreamer]

Throwing in another round of recent sketches!

[inspector-montoya-fox]

We covered major villains on our latest episode of Safehouse Chats and someone in the comments asked how I'd imagine an interaction between Dr Michael PhD and Penelope going down, and I thought I'd share my response with you too.

We've already discussed the idea of Michael acting as this Judas figure and ratting out ConnEr to Clockwerk, but I think it could also work in this scenario with Penelope. Persuasion and manipulation is kinda Neyla's MO, but it'd be nice if Michael managed to leave a scar on the gang posthumously the same way Clockwerk and ClockLa did. It could elevate him as a major villain.

As for Penelope, before she got downgraded to a complete damsel in distress, we saw hints of a power struggle between her and the Black Baron persona (what could be read as reverence/ intimidation when she addresses the Black Baron in her conversations with Bentley as well as the outro cutscene image of her throwing the costume in the trash suggesting it had somewhat consumed her). I think if SP continued to explore her character they'd delve into her agency as a woman and her already evolving moral ambiguity, having gone from stubbornly protecting her facade by brawling on a plane mid-flight to joining an exclusively male gang to then literally sending LeFwee to his death (making him the only minor villain to die at the hands of a gang member???).

Point being I don't know how much it'd take for her to snap, and if Michael laid the foundation for an expanding sense of conviction then maybe her perception could be easily twisted. Maybe she'd feel used by the gang, having been recruited for her expertise just to get snatched by a literal dragon, taken hostage by stinky pirates, shoved into a love triangle and then forced to settle down and take on the responsibility of the Vault's renovation and upkeep because of Bentley's ego even though she only met the gang a few months prior and is literally a teen genius who could aspire for something way bigger.

[arpeggio-the-parrot]

[umbra-borealis]

MAAAANY years ago, one of my first ever OCs was a Sly Cooper OC called Rico. I don't have art of the little fiend anymore (it's THAT old) but he was a comfort blorbo, so I'm dusting him off! Here's a quick concept doodle~

[tollsoftheclockwerkbelle]

what an absolutely tragic state of play presentation. good lord.

i know we've been growing apart for years, but i think i might officially be breaking up with playstation for real 😔

im so sorry astro bot.. i was so excited for you but unfortunately i think they killed that one in the womb

[missnatzooie]

I like to think that both Sly & Carmelita are bisexual

Because the Sly Cooper games need more Bi rep

[totally-correct-shenanigans]

Lousy AU Idea #???

Snapcube Fandub AU where the Cooper Gang retains their personalities from the titular Snapcube Fandub.

(Sly 2 is just a continuation of Kill All Birds as Sly goes after Arpeggio (a bird). /j

I like to imagine Dimitri as Fandub Eggman-adjacent and Neyla as Fandub Rouge-adjacent. Maybe there will be a Sly 2 fandub someday...)

[inspector-montoya-fox]

Hall of Fame post right here what the fuck.

So I recently listened to @inspector-montoya-fox 's and @extraneousdominomask 's podcast safe house chats (Link to the channel here) and on the episode about Sly 3 Aris was honestly popping off with some great (IE. Hilarious) takes on Dr. Michael here and I made some fan art here.

[monstersflashlight]

Commission for Vamp

Nipple-tastic

Minotaur (Ambrose) x fem!reader || sfw (mostly), teasing, double POV, (very light) nipple play, UST (Unsolved Sexual Tension™)

Reader’s POV

“I’ve always wanted those,” you let out a mumble when he walks in the living-room without a shirt on. Well, you mumble that after spending about half a minute gaping and trying to make your tongue cooperate.

He scratches his chest absently as he lays snacks on the coffee table. “Wanted what?”

You point at his chest. “Nipple piercings.”

“Is that so?” You think you might've imagined a hint of teasing in his tone, but you aren’t sure. He’s staring down at you, and when you’re sitting on the couch your head is way too close to his groin for you to form coherent thoughts.

And then an idea forms in your brain as he’s sitting down: “Would you do mine?” You try not to sound too excited, but you’re definitely very excited. “Would you pierce my nipples, I mean?” You clarify. “I’d be more confident if you were the one doing them.” Which is true, you’d be more calm if he were the one piercing you, he makes you feel comfortable and safe.

He stutters his answer, “I- Your- Yes. Sure.” He covers his lap with a pillow as you smile big at him.

You let out a happy squeal. “Yay! Can you make the appointment, or should I text Poppy?” You’re already reaching for your phone.

“DON’T-” You jump and look at him, startled by his outburst. “Don’t text Poppy,” he repeats in a calmer tone. “I’ll make the appointment for next week, I think I have a free hour on Thursday, does that work?”

“Yep,” you let out in a strained voice, he’s sitting close and you can feel his heat right at your side, melting half of your ideas and thought.

You’re fumbling with the remote, trying really hard not to stare back at his furry chest and pierced nipples, because then you’re sure you’d have to excuse yourself to the bathroom to masturbate, and you really want to watch a movie.

“I’ll text you the details,” he lets out as you put on the movie distractedly.

Ambrose’s POV

You can do this, you can be normal about it. You can be totally normal about it. You can be professional. You're a professional.

It doesn't matter how many times he’s tried to convince himself that he can deal with the appointment as if nothing’s happening, his half-hard dick and racing heart are calling him a liar.

And then his phone rings from a text message, startling him and making his heartbeat even faster. Fuck, is he having a heart-attack? Can minotaurs have heart-attacks? He doesn’t think so, but maybe he’s the first one. Maybe he’s about to die because he’s pining so hard that his heart is going to explode just because his mate’s name flashes across his screen.

He checks his phone, trying to be sly about it. The second he grins at his screen, Poppy is chuckling. “Hey Brick, look at lover boy being all stupid-faced because of a human,” she teases.

“Shut up, Poppy,” he retorts.

It was only a text to ask if you could spend the night at his house, and yet he feels stupid as he tries to text a ‘yes’ and fumbles with the letters on his phone until the message is “ues”. He can feel his face heating as he sends a second text quickly after, this time with the correct letters. He can’t stop making a fool of himself, can he?

Brick is chuckling when he teases him: “Awwwww! Look at him, Poppy! I think he just blushed!”

“I hate you both,” Ambrose complains. He can see Brick about to say something when the bell above the door rings.

You walk in with a plushie in one hand, looking incredibly cute as you close your umbrella with the other. Ambrose tries really hard to gather the neurons in his slow-melting brain.

He cannot be normal about this.

He swallows hard as you exchange some pleasantries and fun banter with his friends and walk into the station. He’s trying to regain at least a semblance of a calm demeanor before you enter and he sees your boobs. There’s no way you’re about to walk in his space and pull off your shirt as he stares at and touches your tits.

HE’S GOING TO TOUCH YOUR BREASTS. YOURS!

Oh, goddess… He might just die today.

He barely hears anything being said, completely dissociating until he hears you close the door behind yourself and lay on the reclined piercing chair he prepared. “Okay, take off your shirt and let’s begin,” his voice sounds strained, even to his own ears, but you don’t seem to notice as you comply.

He has a mini crisis when you take off your crop top and realizes you weren’t wearing anything underneath it. All his brain is capable of conjuring up is thoughts of ‘free access’ as he blinks slowly and turns around to hide his erection from you. You’re humming quietly as you fold your shirt and he re-organizes his already organized tools.

Do not grope her. Do not caress her skin. Do not think about licking her boobs until she’s a wet mess under you and begging to be filled by your cock-

Yeah, no. His inner monologue is absolutely not helping right now, and he’s powerless to change it to safer topics because your boobs are right in front of him, and you’re waiting for him to touch them.

Professionally. PROFESSIONALLY! Be professional, Ambrose.

He swallows hard before continuing: “I’m going to pinch your nipple lightly so it hardens, okay?” You nod, looking away as your face gets incredibly pink.

He pinches the tender flesh between the tip of his fingers and almost moans. You let out a tiny huff, and the way your skin blooms with goosebumps makes his brain start running rampant with more dirty thoughts. Stop it you perverted bull, he reminds himself.

“I’m going to sanitize the area and equipment with alcohol wipes, then with a marker I’ll mark the spots on both sides that the needle will pierce into and come out of. After that, I’ll use the forceps to ensure that the area is as still as possible before piercing the needle through your nipple and putting the bar in its place. In a couple of months you can choose to come back to size them down, if you want.” You hum in agreement, and it’s him who has to take a deep breath before proceeding.

You cover your face with your plushie and Ambrose has to bite his lip not to coo at you. At the same time, he’s way too focused on the task at hand- on your breast in his hand, to be precise. Then at how, the second the needle pierces through your nipple, you give the absolute quietest gasp and he smells a surge of arousal in the air. Fuck, he forgot that you like a little pain, and now he’s having trouble breathing with how aroused it seems to have made you.

He’s biting the inside of his cheek so hard he can taste blood, but he doesn’t care as he changes the needle out and holds your other boob carefully. You aren’t looking at him, but the way your breathing is increasing and the way your nipple doesn't need help getting hard this time makes him want to moan out loud.

“All done?” You ask excitedly. He nods and hums an affirmative ‘Mhm,’ not trusting his own voice.

You get up with a tiny jump that makes your tits shake and bounce, and he mumbles a curse under his breath as his dick throbs inside his pants. He’s pretty sure he’s going to have an imprint of the fly off his pants on his dick at this point.

You’re looking at your reflection as you excitedly state: “Awesome!”

Your excitement is contagious and he can’t avoid the smile growing on his face. You turn around, pressing your tits together as if offering them to him, and he has to cover his groin with his hands, scared his dick is about to burst through the fabric. “What do you think? You think they look cool?”

You’re completely oblivious to his struggles as you examine one of the bars. “Yup. Nipple-tastic,” he says in a short breath, making you awkwardly pity-laugh as he regrets his life choices while glancing at your breasts jiggling. “Wait for me outside while I sanitize everything and we can go, okay?”

You nod shyly, your face completely blushed and giving him all kinds of dirty ideas of when else your face would be that pink. How far that blush would go… Fuck. You put on your crop top and walk out with a big grin.

He’s cleaning up and trying to hold his breath in so he doesn’t inhale more of the delightful scent of your arousal when he hears Poppy shit-talking: “Yeah, minotaurs love some good riding, just like bulls.” He’s disconnected enough not to understand the context of what she’s saying, but the thought of his friend talking to his mate about riding minotaurs is getting him dangerously close to losing control.

Calm down, he reminds himself.

“Come on, Ambrose! The human is waiting for yaaaaaaaa…” Brick says in a sing-songy tone as Ambrose tries to regain some of his inner control. He’s trying to willpower his dick to go down enough to survive the drive to his house.

He can do it. He can do it. Think of old ladies’ pussies. Think of rotten food. Think of that disgusting mold Brick was trying to feed him back when they were kids.

He’s almost gotten his dick down when he takes a deep breath and... He can’t do it.

He’s looking down, annoyed at his still hard dick as he mumbles: “Will you just calm down so we can leave, dammit?”

He can hear his friends laughing uncontrollably as you ask what’s happening, your human ears not able to catch his mumbling. Poppy and Brick are too busy laughing to respond, so he rapidly finishes cleaning and walks out, trying to hide his hard dick as best as he possibly can.

“Are you ready to go?” He asks as he glares daggers at his friends.

You turn around with a soft smile that melts the anger inside of him instantly. “Yeah, sure. I thought we could order some food, or did you wanna stop and eat somewhere?” you ask as the two of you walk out, leaving his stupid friends snickering like hyenas behind.

He’s so going to kill his friends.

[thecasualdaydreamer]

Dare you to guess these characters WITHOUT looking at the hashtags.

[fawnnlvr]

hear me out... spencer reid x fluttershy!reader.

i cannot lie, i have never watched mlp a day in my life but i have been seeing all these clips of her on tiktok either being the sweetest, most shyest, cutie pie in the world... or loosing her damn mind and i am loving it. also my mlp obsessed friend compared me to fluttershy and i love that because i love pink so i searched who fluttershy was and i think she is telling me i am a bit dramatic. (wait im also asian too who is about to due her hair light pink... is my friend trying to say something lol?!)

okay so you join the bau and you are timid and quiet but girly pop specializes in field work and communications so you get accepted into the bau. you can barely meet anyone in the eye and often stay close to yourself but since you and spencer are closer in age, spencer felt the sort of need to bring you out of your shell. since spencer is a professional yapper, you grew a bit comfortable as you simply listen to his rants. spencer also encourages you to share your ideas and reinforces the notion that your ideas and ways of thinking are valuable.

then the iconic crashouts. you grew comfortable with the team but are your same still shy and quiet self, especially when you are forced to meet new people for a case. hotch hopelessly assigns you more field work to talk to the families since people tend to open up more to an unsuspecting and non-threatening presence such as yourself. but when someone is shy, they csn be taken advantage of and being the sort of butt of the stick of anger.

hotch and the team defend you when those stuff happen but then here comes the crashouts. bad day on top of bad day and you simply just HAVE to loose your mind. incompetent police force who call for help yet don't want to accept it, media coverage who only propel more murders, and witnesses who don't want to cooperate with the fbi even though you guys are trying your hardest.

the crashout finally occurs when you go off on a mean police officer who was making fun of spencer for being such a nerd and that police offer has been making sly comments the entire time yall were there. "OFFICER! (APPLEJACK!). can you please listen to me!" all eyes on you and spencer shut his mouth as well. that was your first little crashout which resulted in hotch pulling you aside but during your time with the team, you had many more to come, especially when people want to step on you and twst your patience.

due to unresolved anger that transpired from pent up rage, hotch often tells you to let out your emotions more so they won't burst– he also assigned you more field work with morgan and it turns out, you really do specialize in that field as tackling bad guys became your favorite way to let out anger from being such an angel and sweetheart all the time. spencer and the others quickly learned never to cross you. (ew i feel so cringe writing this but i love fluttershy and i love supporting my unsuspecting baddies. sorry guys)

but like imagine, spencer falls in love with your kindness and sweetness and timidness. also the fact that you respect his boundaries and you listen to him. (lord i am so freaking lonely. what am i doing with my life) anyways. :P

i will write smth about this. like a proper series or oneshot so who's in (σ≧▽≦)σ.

[arpeggio-the-parrot]

It lowkey makes me mad when Arpeggio’s guards attack me because like, I’m aware I’m playing as a raccoon but it’s also like DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM my husband will hear about this and when he does your ass is getting CHUCKED off this airship 😤

[dr-spectre]

People screaming their lungs out over the return of Rhythm Heaven and Tomodachi Life makes me very happy beyond human comprehension.

A lot of big gaming companies seem to have lost their way when it comes to their IPs and only focuses on third person cinematic titles that take 8 years to come out (COUGH SONY COUGH)

So seeing people actually lose their mind over smaller games from IPs that people adore gives me so much hope, its actually crazy.

Imagine if Sony or Microsoft looked into their long line of IPs and decided to make smaller titles in beloved franchises. Wouldn't that be something eh? New Gravity Rush, Infamous, Killzone, Resistence, Motorstorm, Little Big Planet, Sly Cooper, Twisted Metal (i can't believe they fucking cancelled that game), Jak and Daxter, LocoRoco, Patapon, etc. Hell I would fucking take a new Buzz game at this point, I miss those games...

[shymoob]

I love the idea of Leon being GOD AWFUL at anything domestic. Here are some of my head cannons:

- Leon CANNOT cook to save his life. He burns anything he touches. He usually sticks to easy meals like Ramen Noodles or those microwave Mac n Cheese cups.

- He’s terrible at most video games. Because he doesn’t get much time to play them, going on missions and what not. He prefers retro PS2 games because that’s when he played the most of video games. His favorite games are Silent Hill, Tony Hawk Pro Skater, and the Sly Cooper series.

- Bouncing off of the video game idea; when he DOES play modern video games he’s terrible. He tried to play multiple player games like Black Ops and Rainbow Six Siege but gets OBLITERATED. So he prefers to single player games like Red Dead 2 and Fallout. While he may still be awful at them, at least no one is there to judge him.

- He doesn’t fold laundry very well. He gets the jist of it, but his shirts usually just end up in a lazy pile and his boxers he doesn’t even BOTHER to fold.

- He can do dishes, but hates it. He opts for anything that’s in a container already, like bottled water or easy microwave dishes because he can throw them away.

- He has house plants, but only cactus’s because he kills every other plant. I imagine this man has like 10 cactus scattered around his place.

- He likes dogs, but prefers cats because of how independent they are. Besides being lazy with house chores, he always makes sure to put his cat first. When he returns from missions, his first priority is find his cat (which has some dumbass name like Wonton) and make sure it’s ok.

Anyway, let me know what else you think or if you disagree!

[mountaingutta]

Post TFA MegOp but make It funny 

Some time after the events of Season 3, the Autobots and Decepticons come to the unfortunate conclusion that they need to put an end to the war and at least try to cooperate.

In practice, this turns out to be much harder than it sounds. The centuries-long divide between their factions has left very noticeable marks and created a hell of a lot of problems even in everyday communication, not to mention official meetings where every rule and norm must be followed to avoid accidentally sparking another conflict due to ignorance of certain things.

No one bothered to learn even the basic etiquette of the opposing side — and why would they, when for the past few centuries all their interactions boiled down to “hit harder and run.”

Unfortunately, in peacetime this led to a hell of a lot of mishaps and misunderstandings.

One of the most iconic incidents nearly restarted the war. Lord Megatron decided it would be fun to mock the loudmouthed idiot playing the role of Magnus and to provoke that little Prime who had nearly smashed his head in with a hammer.

So he decided to present the latter with a ceremonial weapon in front of the former, even preparing a speech about how the tiny Prime was “a true warrior worthy of his Energon…” Of course, he knew that the red-and-blue nuisance would never willingly accept even a cube of Energon from him, let alone such a gift. But Prime couldn’t refuse, especially if it was done publicly. Which meant he’d be forced to grit his teeth, thank Megatron for the gift, and accept it.

So, Megs ordered someone to find him some useless but presentable junk, come up with a backstory, and deliver it no later than the next round of negotiations with the Autobots. He assigned all this to Shockwave, who gave him a suspicious look.

Megatron really should’ve paid more attention to that look and to the question of whether he was sure about what he was doing.

When the moment came, Megatron went all in. The speech, the pompous presentation of the gift - everything was perfectly in his style. But after he finished and looked smugly at the target of his mockery, expecting a quiet (or not-so-quiet) meltdown, all he got was a room full of shocked Autobots, Magnus having a seizure somewhere under the table, and the little Prime staring at him with a rather unimpressed look, like he was watching misbehaving cadets.

Definitely not the reaction he was expecting.

The room was silent. Somewhere under the table came the sound of nervous giggling and creaking. The little Prime sighed heavily — Megatron could physically feel how much effort it took him not to roll his optics — and then crossed his arms and muttered a flat, “No.”

“Excuse me?” Megatron was already poised to deliver yet another prewritten speech about disrespect and the Autobots’ refusal to honor the Decepticons’ attempt at peace. But again came the word: “No.”

Optimus glanced aside — behind Megatron stood Shockwave. Then he looked back at Megatron, tiredly, sighed heavily, and asked:

“Are you trying to court me, Lord Megatron?”

Oh, slag. That was definitely not the question he’d expected. But the esteemed warlord quickly pulled himself together, and a sly, barely disguised polite smile appeared on his face. Oh, he knew his charisma, intellect not to mention his divine appearance — could captivate the spark and mind of even someone like Optimus Prime. But he had to dispel the illusions of this naive fool before he got any more ridiculous ideas into his head. Hm, this was even more interesting than he’d imagined. Something to reminisce about over a fine glass of energon while gazing at the endless, cold cosmos on a dull evening.

Megatron had already pictured Prime barely holding back despair on his sweet little face, his large optics growing wider with sorrow, and one juicy lip bitten hard in an attempt to suppress inner torment.

“Honorable Prime is certainly a distinguished warrior, but you’re neither to my taste nor, of course, in line with our current situation. I would never allow myself to behave in such a manner…”

In the background: “How dare this unworthy even think that the glorious…” Then a loud smack, and silence. Praise the Allspark for Shockwave.

Optimus smiles at him. That same smile that usually precedes some kind of disaster.

“Oh, I was starting to think I hit you too hard on the head last time. Good. Then I suppose the misunderstanding is cleared up and we can return to current matters.”

Optimus pats him on the shoulder, takes his sword, and leaves the hall. Behind him walks the old medic, who doesn’t even try to hide his strangely smug yet simultaneously deadly gaze, along with a swarm of bugs Megatron doesn’t remember but who now make up Prime’s current “entourage.” The only one who stands out is the new head of intelligence — a cyber-ninja who replaced Shockwave.

When only the Decepticons remained in the hall, Megatron turned to Shockwave.

“Explain.”

It seemed his loyal servant was willing to do anything — anything but what was required of him this time. The only sign of his unease was the faint trembling of his antennae. Megatron narrowed his optics. Shockwave thawed, bowed solemnly.

“You see, my lord. The Autobots have a rather complex courtship system. It begins with a gift. But the type of gift depends on the status, profession, and lineage of the potential partner. And the sword you so recklessly chose to present to Optimus Prime… happened to meet all the criteria in this particular case.”

Megatron nearly laughed. The Autobot society was so poisoned by functionalist propaganda that even something as personal as courtship was strictly regulated...Wait.

Megatron’s optics flared red, steam hissed from his mouth. He looked at Shockwave again, more intently.

“So I gave him something that met all the requirements… and he rejected me?”

“My lord, but you didn’t...”

“The glorious Lord Megatron deserves a better match than that pitiful...”

“That’s not the point! He rejected me. He thinks me! Me, Lord Megatron, Master of the Decepticons — unworthy of a match!”

“My lord, I don’t believe it’s about...”

Megatron straightened to his full height, his posture radiating confidence.

“Shockwave.”

“Yes, my lord?”

“I want to know everything about Autobot courtship customs. I will show that Prime!”

“Yes, my lord.”

Megatron chose to ignore the tone — full of reproach, disbelief, and quiet despair.