#Parent!Sly

[syotoyakurutoki]

Just a little something I drew a few months ago and felt like uploading it here :3

For context; I've been getting back into the Ty series lately and these babbus are fan-kids of mine (their mums: Ty OCs Redesign - Chloe and Sydney by HedgeCatDragonix on DeviantArt): Oliver-Sylvester and Nathan-Tyrone :3 <3

[sunshine-zenith]

TWO fairies who grant wishes for you? No, one fairy, plus the guy who lives in her house, hangs out with her when she’s working, and is legally bound to her by marriage

[robbed-ghost]

First, they discontinue super sons issues, bringing it back for a Halloween special edition and then ghost.

Then, they have Jon age up and date immediately in time for pride, no warning.

Then, he’s Superman.

Then, we get a super sons movie where he’s 10 again (?)

Then, they have Jon and Dick team up as a protege-mentee situation—not bad! Just…not quite the character we’ve just established. Not quite Jon

Then, they have Jon and Damian babysitting wonder woman’s daughter for *checks books* 7 years????? Making Damian and Jon 21 and 24 respectively??? Ok…?

Then, they do Beastworld, and Nightwing comics, AND Superman comics AND Wonder Woman issues with Jon in ALL OF THEM at the SAME TIME and looking vastly different in all of them, with vastly different characterizations, none of them solid, consistent, or acknowledging the fact that he’s been trapped inside a volcano and travelling the multiverse and having a boyfriend all in the same breath.

What am I supposed to be believing right now, DC.

[enjoliquej]

Finished the whole broken little family! I hadn't finalized their designs up until now, but heres Sly's parents Dodger and Jade, eventually I should draw his two other older siblings!

[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~

[death-dott]

LES FUCKING GOOO

I'm back in business baby

[plumbob-pudding]

Part 2/3

As they walked through the grand doors of the restaurant, Oliver and Cata marvelled at the marble floors and beautiful chandeliers- this place definitely felt out of their (and Sly’s) league. Oliver suddenly began to feel guilty about his anger towards his son. Sly had done all this for them while Oliver was too busy feeling angry.

However, once Sly led them to their table which already had three people seated, all of Oliver’s guilt evaporated. The gentleman introduced himself as Mr. Langraab, as well as his wife and daughter, Patrice. He didn’t seem to recognise that Oliver had once worked at his factory.

The two families sat down to dinner and Cata and Oliver continued to feel out of their depth. Sly seemed to fit right in, talking about profits and business and vacations abroad. He spun many tales about a life of privilege and wealth, a life that was not his.

To close off the dinner, Sly stood up and bent on one knee. Looking into Patrice’s eyes, he asked her to be his wife. However, her answer couldn’t be heard over Cata’s sudden exclamation.

[hedgehogcowboy]

Hi… long time no see. I’ve been thinking about my OC Sly’s family and shenanigans. Redesigned Moona and Cole and the parents Luna and Rox because I'm obsessed with them.

[the-flower-named-fire]

Specific Trope of the Day

The 'Black Sheep' of the Family can be many things

Sure it can be begin the only normal one or even a villain in a family of super heroes or a character is part of a family of villains while doing Psychology College

But it also can be...dunno

A ghost hunter in a family of skeptics

or a flat earther in a family of astrophysicists

[rebecca-lotto]

i feel like scarlet & violet would have an additional ' chaos vs order ' theming for the timelines where these 2 aren't dead

i've been listening to this ^ a whole bunch , and i can just picture this with geeta as vox.

depending on your version of the game , you essentially have Turo / sada essentially declaring war on Geeta for trying to overwork their beloved partner to death.

[genderdoe-sly]

While I do apreciate Ted Lasso season 3's messages about forgiveness, I feel it also should be clear that as a victim and/or the person who was wronged, you don't have to forgive your abuser and/or the person who wronged you. If it helps you, 100%, go for it! but also like oh-my-fuck you are 100% allowed not to, and your decison either way never has to be permadent.

[newvegascowboy]

Dm just sent me a video of him setting up his resin printer to make a Sly mini and said "look at me giving sly more support than he ever got from his parents" like its true but you dont have to SAY it

[orcelito]

Honestly the thing I'm currently most likely to write for iwatex would be. Following along the steps of the sweet childhood friends to lovers trope with Dys. Plus The Complications. Adding in Sym there for the later years bc I know myself and I know I can never resist that man. Kinda following the thoughts and characterizations I had for my first game, though with the angle I wish I could've taken with it.

I'd wanna take more of a focus on how they fit into the colony together than most of the fics I've seen about them 🤔🤔🤔 like idk the outside perspectives is very interesting to me. Dear papa is like "well if he makes you happy, then I'm happy!" Meanwhile dear mama is like "that boy never follows rules and is a hazard to have around. You're the only person he listens to. Fix Him." And it's like OK mama 🫡 I'll get on that right away! (And then I fail)(bc for Dys, it's only ever prolonging the inevitable)

[sonseulsoleil]

Sally hears about Annabeth long before meeting her—everything from casual “Annabeth emailed me!” to long disjointed explanations of their quest to Hades, how she saved his life, how amazing and smart she is. It’s obvious how much Percy cares about his new friend from how he talks about her. When he prints out the photo Annabeth emailed him and sticks it on his binder, Sally smiles knowingly to herself. Percy's never had a crush before.

When she finally meets Annabeth, the girl in front of her doesn’t match the descriptions Percy gave at all. The Annabeth from his stories is fearless and unstoppable, the smartest person in the room and she knows it. The Annabeth that Sally first meets is quiet and reserved and almost overly polite. She expected Percy was a bit biased, but not this biased.

Later, she needles it out of Percy: how Annabeth’s father and step-mother treated her like a burden, how she ran away when she was 7. Sally decides right then and there that Annabeth is going to be hers. She tells stories of her own brash youth, she extends all the care in the world to this girl. She does everything in her power to hammer into Annabeth's head that she has a home with the Jacksons, that she will always be not just welcome, but wanted here.

Slowly but surely, Annabeth starts to believe it. Of course, Annabeth has always thought Sally was a good mom, has always envied Percy’s relationship with her. But it takes her awhile to realize that Sally’s unconditional love could ever extend to her—she’s never had a parent or parent figure like that before.

But they really bond when Percy goes missing.

Annabeth goes to Sally's apartment to tell her, clearly expecting Sally to get angry, to blame her. Instead, Sally wraps her up in a tight hug, and they cry together, and Sally invites her back again and again the entire time Percy is gone for tea and cookies and comfort. They talk for hours at a time, about Percy, about the search, of course, but also about Annabeth's schoolwork and her parents, about Paul, and Sally's writing career. In truth, Sally needs the comfort and support just as much as Annabeth, if not more. They get through those eight months together.

And one day, years in the future, Annabeth and Percy come over for dinner, all sly smiles and conspiratorial glances, clearly holding back news, until after dinner, when Annabeth beams and shows off the shiny new ring on her left hand.

"Sally--" Annabeth starts to say. Sally cuts her off with a shake of her head, eyes full of happy tears.

"Call me Mom."

[choerypetal]

Meet and Greet / Homelander

summary: Homelander had never experienced an obsession before, nor was he even familiar with the term until he met you at the meet and greet, where you were dressed in a recognizable blue costume.

*Pt-2!! read after this one— *

ps; english isn't my first language so i apologize for any grammar errors, xo"

Everyone knew that Homelander wouldn't hesitate to admit his obsession with you. His drive to be the best was deeply ingrained in his mind, and during a meeting with the Seven, your image lingered in his thoughts. Fortunately, he managed to hide these distractions before Ashley could express her concerns about the upcoming show—a significant one, especially since Homelander knew you would be attending with your family. He always knows. 

And he was right. Your parents, being big fans of the Seven, never wanted to miss a single annual show. This meant you had to tag along. "Come on, you have to wear it! Make Homelander proud," your mother insisted, holding up a superhero costume made in your exact size. Make Homelander proud. You sighed, wanting to object, but your attempt to call your mother's name was drowned out by the loud music in the store and an overly enthusiastic clerk who repeatedly asked if you were satisfied with your find. She was also wearing a costume, though not Homelander's, which made you suspect there would be more than just Homelander present that day.  

Fortunately, you weren't the only one wearing the costume you had put on for your mother, making it easier to blend into the crowd. However, this also made it easier for Homelander to spot you as soon as he stepped on stage. With Ashley having access to the ticket records, finding your last name had been a simple task. His eyes remained fixed on the screen the moment your name appeared, and he mouthed your entire name just as Ashley's voice startled him, reminding him it was time to go on stage. 

“Welcome! How lovely you all are!” he announced in his typical rehearsed tone. He was growing increasingly annoyed; the whole theatrical aspect bored him. Why couldn't the Deep handle it today? Or even someone new, while he sat in the back, scrutinizing every silhouette to find yours. It wasn’t difficult either, given that your parents had ensured you got the best seats. His lips curled into a sly smirk. Bingo, he thought. It still surprised him that, even without knowing your face, the name matched his expectations perfectly. He had to know. He was the Homelander after all. He knew everything. 

Luckily he managed to let out of his usual monologue, with the new recruits being presented today, it let him more time in his hands. And that also meant, seeking out for you when he had the chance.��

The show concluded as expected, with your mother delighted to see her favorite hero on stage and your dad eager to meet Starlight again. During the ongoing meet-and-greet, Homelander couldn’t help but observe your every move. Despite your apparent boredom, the fact that you were wearing a costume identical to his caught his attention. He couldn't deny that you looked incredibly sexy, and he fantasized about having his hands around your waist, hearing your moans, and you begging for more. 

“Sir,” Ashley’s voice broke through his thoughts, catching him off guard and irritating him since it meant he couldn't keep watching you. After all, as Homelander, he was doing the city justice by ensuring your safety. Right? “It’s time for your meet-and-greet,” she reminded him. With a knowing nod, he indicated he would be right there. Little did you know, you were one of the few fans waiting in line to meet him. 

He wasn't entirely wrong. Once again, your mother had requested you to take a picture with him. You always wondered why she couldn't do it herself, citing being 'just shy,' but deep down you knew the real reason was that she wanted to see her own daughter with the man she fantasized about. Unlike her, you weren't a fan of superheroes and their inflated egos. Yet, here you were, waiting in line between a family and two fangirling girls. 

“Thank you, and have a wonderful day. God Bless you!” he said, flashing a wide grin as he ruffled the boy’s hair after taking pictures. In just a few minutes, you would be up next, and you were acutely aware of it. He, too, was counting the people in line, noting your silhouette emerging behind a tall man. The way the outfit hugged your curves and the cape flowed on your back caught his eye. Oh how he wanted to fuck you right there. He wanted to have you all wrapped around his finger. And he knew exactly how to get you, if only Ashley was there. 

As you neared the photo booth, you reluctantly acknowledged that despite your aversion to heroes, Homelander possessed an undeniable allure. Whether it was his striking blue eyes or his impeccably groomed hair, you couldn't quite determine. “Next,” the disinterested employee called out, mirroring the lack of enthusiasm you had felt upon arriving at the show. Barely glancing at you, they scratched the bottom of your ticket and directed you toward Homelander. It was then that you made eye contact with him for the first time, and he couldn't look away.

"Hello, dear," he greeted you formally, like everyone else, but his tone made him stand out. His fingers gently rested on your waist, pulling you close until there was no space between you. "Say cheese!" the photographer prompted, but Homelander, true to form, knew more than just posing for a picture. "Nah, let me get my best side, will you?" he interjected, subtly extending your time together. The photographer hesitated, eyeing the remaining fans in line, but Homelander paid no attention. With a soft scoff, he leaned closer and murmured in your ear, his voice almost a whisper of a threat, yet his lips curved into a smile when he glanced down at you. "Loving the costume," he added with a quick smile for the camera. His charisma left you breathless, and he noticed you weren't ready for the picture.

His comment caught you off guard, and the way he leaned closer only added to your unease. Sensing your muscles tense at his touch, he directed the photographer to take another shot. The photographer, aware of the waiting line, was hesitant, but Homelander insisted. "We don’t want this beautiful lady to go home with a bad photo now, do we?" That damn bastard, the photographer likely thought, as you glanced at him hesitantly. He glanced at the line, sighed deeply, and the resignation in his eyes mirrored your own thoughts.

Homelander, on the other hand, relished the opportunity to keep you wrapped around his finger for as long as he desired. If he had the courage, or if your parents weren’t around, he might have invited you to join the Seven. But he knew better than anyone that he had to make a good impression. "Say cheese," the photographer repeated, his voice now tinged with boredom. You noticed the tension in Homelander’s jaw as he clenched it. He glanced at you, a smile playing on his lips, before glaring at the photographer, which was enough to make the poor man gulp silently and mirror the same grin.

And that's where his obsession took hold completely. The scent of your perfume, the way your hair was immaculately styled into a neat ponytail, and your lightly applied blush with rosy plum lips—all were irresistible to him. He couldn't deny that your lips were the most enticing he'd ever seen. His fingers now traced the leather of your Homelander costume, appreciating how it hugged your curves perfectly. Oh, how he...

“Done!” The photographer's almost relieved voice snapped John back to reality. Despite maintaining his composure during the photo session, his thoughts had wandered to fantasies of you. He imagined you beneath him, taking his cock so well, one hand firmly massaging your breast, his lips eagerly seeking the fresh milk oozing from your nipples. And you... so vulnerable, so petite around him, begging for more...

From that day on, Homelander never missed an opportunity to see your face again. It seemed almost too good to be true when he later had the chance to meet your mother and requested that you accompany her more often to their annual shows. He promised to show his appreciation, hinting that he would return the favor very soon.

[ozzgin]

Imagine this darling school with a darling reader who is absolutely shameless. For example, this reader has no shame in wearing outfit. I am talking playboy bunny outfit in public.

I'm thinking of a Reader who simply enjoys revealing outfits, without really considering the implications of it.

Your parents have always encouraged you to express yourself, not wanting to hinder your creativity. While they still appreciate your free spirit as a grown adult, they can't help but notice the...increasingly larger group of suitors following closely behind.

"Oh! That's..."

You do another spin, showing your playboy bunny costume you picked for the Halloween school event.

"Something wrong with it?", you ask.

"No, of course not", your mother begins, searching for her husband with pleading eyes. Maybe he'll find an excuse.

Your father, however, is clueless.

"It even has a bunny tail! The boys will love it", he laughs, kneeling before you and inspecting the accessory with parental innocence.

The older woman sighs deeply, returning to her bedroom and rustling the wardrobe for her camouflage suit. It seems like she'll have to stalk you to school once more.

She's not looking forward to summer. Last year you all went to a remote island for a beach holiday, and it just so happened that you ran into one of your teachers. It would've been a lovely coincidence, if you didn't find a fellow classmate sitting by the hotel's pool immediately afterwards. Then another. And another. Even worse, they all bore the same, sly grin on their faces.

"That's a lovely swimsuit, (Y/N)".

[Yandere School Masterlist]