#the stare THE STAAAAAAAAARE

[nekrosmos]

Nikolai (and Price) in Call of Duty: Modern Warfare | 3/?

[kookieswan]

Staring.

[bctcfmictlcn]

Staaaaaaaaares.

Looks like he has something unpleasant in mind.

*tilts head, confused by the sudden stare*

"...is there something wrong?"

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[askganondorftobadragmire]

Staaaaaaaaare. Her golden gaze is laser focused, as if staring into the other’s very soul (if he has one). She’s evidently searching for something, anything that would inspire a certain feeling. After a moment longer she breaks eye contact and sighs. “Nope, nothing.” Another sigh. “Not even you can strike terror into me. I thought for sure you would be the one — the black knight to finally put an end to my lifelong curse.” She gently lays a hand over her chest. “Perhaps I am broken?”

It's rather strange this woman came in to stare at him, but he's not paying it much mind. Then she spoke, and a whole load of questions popped into his mind. Instead of bombarding her with question after question, he figures the polite thing would be to ask one.

Ganondorf tilts his head, saying, "Must you find someone to fear?"

[pluviacuratio-a]

@abysmalwitch whispered: Staaaaaaaaare.

UNPROMPTED

{ ♪ } -- She didn't react to the staring at first, brushing it off. People often stared at her because of her coloring or the fact that she covered up almost completely during the summer time. After a moment, though, she blinked and looked up.

"Everything alright, love?"

[nobodyfamousposts]

If Marinette ended up having to take any of the dolls with her when she was working on a design for Jagged and Penny how would they and fang react to them?

(If Marinette brings Chaton and Minimouse)

Jagged: What's this?

Chaton: (Pretending to be a toy)

Jagged: Is this a Chat Noir doll? (Picks up Chaton) Radical! You think you can make one of me?

Marinette: Oh! Uh...sorry! I'm focusing on my designs so I can't make dolls right now. But I'll let you know if I'm free to.

Jagged: Rockin! Let's take a picture of him with my guitar! Then to Instagram! (Runs off)

Penny: (Sheepish) Apologies, Marinette.

Marinette: It's no trouble, really! (Thinking) At least no one found Minimouse. I'm not sure how she'd handle it if she was caught.

Meanwhile, in the next room

Minimouse: (Stare)

Fang: (Stare)

Minimouse: (Duplicates out of nervousness)

Fang: (Staaaaaaaaare)

Five minutes later

Marinette: (Enters the room) At least I talked Jagged out of getting one for himself. Not sure how I'd explain that. Everything okay in he—EERE?!

(Marinette stares in horror as Fang is carrying the multitude of Minimice in his mouth. One of the Minis wave at Marinette. The others appear to be enjoying the ride.)

Marinette: (Internal screaming)

Later, at Marinette's house

Tikki: (Checking internet) So it says here that crocodiles carry their babies in their mouths. (Looks over to Marinette) Aww, Fang was being maternal.

Marinette: (Screaming into a pillow)

Minimouse: (Pats Marinette's head)

Chaton: (Pouting because he missed out on riding on a crocodile)

[kiltar-crystal]

Yuki was going to stare at Renjai. staaaaaaaaare. no troubles shall happen with her baby brother while the lil watch dog's on duty. totally.

That was a new face peering up at her. Tilting head towards the little hybrid and snuffling softly, a brow scrunches before Renjai offers Yuki a smile in greeting.

[pseudomonacarriea]

Stares at Aether.

Staaaaaaaaares. And pouts.

[pawnshopsouls]

A certain baby flower shows up and stares at Rowdy!Bonely with a very curious look on his face. He doesn't do anything else but staaaaaaaaare!

The newly turned plant looked over at the little youngster, his wide smile becoming wider. “Well! If it ain’t little Rowdy!” Bonely said, bouncing over to the youngster with more elasticity than a plant had any right to have. He couldn’t pick the sprout up, so he had to satisfy with giving the kid a sort of friendly hug with his stem and leaves. “How yeh doin’ squirt? Didn’t expect yeh teh come visitin’ so soon!”

It didn’t even occur to the high-jinxed pawnbroker that the little flower might not recognize him as a flower, even if his colors had been woven into the very petals that surrounded and shaded his face. Nah, he was too thrilled with the energy of his new form to even think of that! Now that some gray had turned him into a Rowdy!type, he was their problem to deal with!

[inkybunny]

First Date Hc’s for Todoroki

Okay so Shoto doesnt understand why people are so unsettled by dates

BUT HE IS VERY VERY NERVOUS

Its not really gonna be noticeable tho, since he’s always with that cute pokerface

Thinks is so weird cause you guys are friends for a long time now

Took you to a café cause he wanted stuff to be casual

Still planned the whole thing

As soon as you guys get there he kinda forgets why he was nervous

Almost like a normal hang out day for you two

But with just a tiny bit more of tension

Comfortable silences and stares

You know very well he’s more a listener than a talker so youre used to carrying the conversation

Little smile while looking at you

Small compliments

“ You look pretty”

Went for a movie after, nothing too cheesy just something fun

Standart stuff

Staaaaaaaaaring your hand

very light touch but he’s satisfied how he thinks it was natural

It wasnt

You noticed

It was cute

Took you to your house after the movie was over

Hold your hand the whole way there

Really wasnt expecting a kiss

BUT OH BOY HE WAS HAPPY WHEN YOU GAVE HIM ONE

Nothing too much of course, just a peck

BUT HE WAS HAPPY

Got a little embarrased and said goodbye

Slight reded cheeks

Went home in a very good mood

Same pokerface tho, just a very small smile

[ask-beel]

*staaaaaaaaare* *eyes start watering a bit*

... *is visibly concerned, gently swipes his thumb under your eye while he keeps on staring back cluelessly*

Are you.. crying? Why aren't you blinking?

[the-nagakenny-archives]

Naga!Kenny and Kensula meet for the first time. They staaaaaaaaare at each other for a moment, judging each other. Hypnosis is ineffective! So, what happens next??? Epic snake tail VS tentacles slap fight duel 'til one can out-bruise the other into retreat!? Or epic coil-y snuggles and, umm... selfcest? (I know you don't take requests, but please- for the love of MerMay- draw this meeting for us!)

OOC: Unfortunately I’m kind of in a funk right now and I’ve been unable to draw, but I can do the next best thing—introduce you to proto-Kensula, or “Khaneeth”. I don’t think I’ve done that yet XD

He was a version of Kenny from a fantasy AU my friend had; a desert shaman who lived on an oasis who would provide shelter and medicine to travelers passing through. Being that he’s practically immortal, he had managed to gather many rare herbs for his craft and was extremely skilled in the art of soothing, focusing, and healing the mind and body. 

He smoked from his hookah quite often, and would even offer it to people if they were curious to try it. It gave off a very powerful relaxing aroma that affected most people coming into his tent. 

His allegiance was kind of dubious; he wasn’t really good or evil, rather he was neutral and would help both good and bad people as long as they didn’t give him a hard time or try to welsh him on payment. Woe betide those who would try, though. XD

And of course, he had hypnotic powers. X’D In this picture here he’s using them on Nocturne, a character belonging to @crooked-tarot-rp. The reason I liken him to Kensula a little is because he’s actually robbing Nocturne of his voice here—not really stealing it physically but hypnotizing him into not speaking due to part of a bargain they made. Here’s the story blurb that came with it:

(“Yesssssssss. Good. You understand.” His voice was soft, soothing and yet commanding. “Now, to take what is owed to me.”The shaman’s tail began to slowly curl itself in ascending, caressing loops around Nocturne’s throat, until the very tip rested just against his jawline. The powerful muscles flexed and squeezed. Not enough to strangle; the pressure was gentle but it was still there, inescapable. “Your words….fade. Your laughter….evaporates. Your songs….ceasssssse.” As he hissed hypnotically, the coil around the ninja’s neck subtly tightened. “All belong to me now.” He leaned in close, almost intimately so, his stare unflinching in the gloom. “And in their place there is only peace. Only stillnesssssss. Ssssssilence.”As the coil tightened around his throat, Nocturne knew only the pressure and dryness, the somewhat stifling need for air that was clean and free of the smothering smoke and incense. The colors that filled his gaze and carried him further and further–deeper and deeper.  Peace. Stillness. Silence.His body spasmed slightly, half for the want of a full, clear breath and half from some primal instinct to keep what it knew was its own–its voice. The only sound, however, was the struggle of muscles and lungs to give a cry–which of course, came to nothing. But the colors were still there, his ‘woven’ self laid bare all the same. He had no words, or songs or laughter. They belonged to another now…)

As you can see, all of this artwork is really old—I don’t draw him anymore, since I kind of lost interest in him. But it’s nice to look back on once in a while. :’3

[catacombofsouls]

Will you get a Valentine this year?

Pantera will totally get a valentine, its their best friend owo

Stares at @pure-patissiere​. Just STAAAAAAAAARE.

[justastraightupmess]

lemme rephrase, fellas sweatpants w/o underwear :( nothing left to the imagination bc the outlines all there baby ;? either ya wearing it and ya boy is starin or ya boy is wearing it if u dont appreciate tht u dont have class

i feel like adonis would just. staaaaaaaaare. and then highkey starts tracing the outline just bc why not

put some damn underwear on

nice

yup

either is good. both is good.

he wants to touch it sooooo bad this is torture

he’d just be like ‘lmao stare a lil more perv’

[voyages-extraordinaires]

C:R ~VE~ Chapter 43

“Sweetheart!” Ned Land shoves past the others waiting in the hangar and runs to Conseil, sweeping him up in a tight hug.

I can’t help but feel a little envious as Ned spins him around, and I wonder what it might be like to have a lover strong enough to do that to me. I take a glance over at Nemo, who’s still following after Aleister’s duster coat like an excited puppy. I would find it sad if he weren’t being so…

I can’t just call it “pathetic”, though that is part of what it is. It’s more than that, though… it’s frightening. What was he trying to convey to me with that steely glare? What did he want me to understand? Why can’t I make HIM understand?

My head is spinning with these thoughts much like Ned is still spinning Conseil, who by this point is protesting magnificently for Ned to put him down.

“Haha… all right, then,” Aleister gives that fatherly laugh of his again that makes my blood curdle. “Everything is to your satisfaction now, I take it?”

Ned turns towards Aleister with his teeth grit in anger, but before he can say anything, Nemo begins hopping from one foot to the other like he had just had an entire pot of coffee. “Ohhhhhhhh---!! Yes, yes yes yes yeeeeees! Let’s see moooooooore of this incredible place!”

“Well, then…” Aleister nods before having a pair of guards open a door for us. The web-like pattern of the base we saw from above is apparently thanks to long, narrow hallways that connect massive buildings, shielding the workers from the bitter wind and cold.

“This hallway feels temporary,” says Cardia.

“Yeah, totally agree with you,” replies Barbicane. “It’s more like a tent than a building.”

“It is, in a way,” says Aleister. “The North Pole has no landmass. It is a solid block of ice. So, yes, in reality these are very temporary buildings.”

Ned leans down towards Conseil and whispers, though it’s so loud that everyone can hear: “Isn’t building a base on ice kind of stupid?”

“I’m sure it’s veeeeeeery cutting-edge technology…” Nemo mutters.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Science. Couldn’t this place just be built at the South Pole?” Ned gives a shrug.

Aleister laughs again before giving a shrug. “I’m afraid our Captain was rather picky about our location. Once we have amassed enough resources to satisfy him, we will relocate to the closest landmass.”

“Captain?” as I ask this, I notice Nemo instinctively turn towards me—only for a moment.

“Yes,” says Aleister. “He is the one who had me extend this invitation to you all.”

“You mean he’s the one who had you kidnap us!” Smith steps forward and clenches her fist. At this, the two guards trailing behind us cock their pistols, reminding us that we are still technically prisoners.

Nemo puts a hand on Smith’s shoulder and smiles at him reassuringly, but she looks away with a scowl. Though he’s usually oblivious, Nemo’s lips twitch into a frown before he bounces back to his normal, jovial self. “Soooooo, when are we going to meet this Captaaaaaaaain?”

Aleister nods, and the two guards walk around to push open the doors at the end of the hall.

Barbicane looks at Cardia the moment the guards have their back turned, but she shakes her head.

There’s no way we could escape the North Pole so easily.

So we all file neatly through the doors and down another hallway, silent save Nemo chattering at Aleister about various things. We pass through countless of these corridors until we enter a large, circular room.

“It feels different in here,” says Cardia, but when she hears her own voice she claps her hand over it.

“What is it?” I ask, only to have the same surprising reaction. It sounds almost like I’m whispering in my own ear. It sounds unnerving, to say the least.

“The acoustics in this room are different,” says Barbicane, looking around. “It’s like it was designed for… silence.”

“You’re right, of course,” says Aleister, his voice low. “This building in particular was designed using very particular acoustic engineering. A whisper will carry as much as a shout, and excess volume will be absorbed.”

All of us turn towards Nemo.

“W-Whaaaaaaat’s everyone staaaaaaaaaring for? Ah, of cooooourse! You want to know how my graaaaaaaand voice will be affected by the magnificence of sciiiiiiience!”

Even Aleister has a shocked expression.

It appears that, despite all the powers of acoustic engineering, Nemo’s voice isn’t dulled one bit.

“I guess some things are more powerful than current technology,” says Cardia.

Cardia is interrupted by a melancholic moan.

We look around for the source, thrown off by the warped sound, and eventually we follow Aleister’s gaze to a dark doorway in the very back of the room.

That moan sounded like it had been right in my ear!

“What is that…” a hushed voice creeps around us. “What is that noise…? Aleister…?”

“Captain,” says Aleister. “I’ve brought your guests here.”

There’s a long silence punctuated only by Nemo’s breathing.

At last, there’s a shuffle and a sigh. “Thank you, Aleister. You may bring them in. I ask for silence, as always.”

Aleister nods and gestures to us before the guards begin to walk towards us, corralling us towards the darkened room.

As we walk in, Aleister puts a hand on Nemo’s shoulder and holds a finger to his lips.

“For me, old friend,” he says.

Nemo nods and somehow still manages to generate sound.

Aleister and the guards lead us, their seven prisoners, quietly into the room.

“Aleister. A light, if you would?”

Aleister walks over to a table and flips a switch. The room is still dim, but we can at least see our speaker now.

The captain sits in a comfortable chair, long legs bent like he’s a lethargic grasshopper and a cheek resting upon his hand. He shifts, a wave of dark hair cascading over his shoulder and tumbling towards the floor.

He’s breathtaking, but somehow strange and off-putting… in a way he’s very much like Nemo, and at the same time a flipped image. Quiet, powerful, able to convey his feelings with a mere tilt of his head. As still as the icebergs surrounding us.

I shudder when he turns those chilled eyes on me.

“Welcome,” says the captain. “I’m grateful that you are here.”

Smith looks like she wants to say something, but the oppressive silence makes her merely grit her teeth in frustration.

“Welcome to the Northernmost Base,” the captain continues. “I am Captain Jonathan Hatteras.”

“Hatteras…?” I look at him, the name somehow familiar to me.

“Oh! I know you!” Barbicane points at the man, his exuberant shout absorbed by the room. “You’re that explorer that tried to make it up here years ago!”

Hatteras lowers his head in a motion that could only be a nod. “Nobody thought I could. So I did.” He closes his eyes, leaving us alone with his silence.

“The Captain wants to make new kingdom up here in the north,” says Aleister.

“The land I love…” Hatteras dreamily whispers.

“He had me… recruit all of you to that end,” Aleister continues.

“You KIDNAPPED us!” Smith repeats, shattering the stillness that Hatteras clearly prized. “No matter how many ways you try to twist it, Aleister, we know the truth!”

“Aleister, did you kidnap them?” Hatteras looks towards Aleister. “That’s a shame… I was hoping to hear that they had come of their own accord.”

Aleister shrugs. “Unfortunately, they’re just as stubborn as you are, Jonathan, and I know you were eager to meet them.”

“Yes… eager to meet each and every one of them…” Hatteras’ eyes roam over all of us before they narrow at Conseil and Ned in apparent confusion.

“Hey, I just came to get my sweetheart,” says Ned, shrugged.

“… That aside…” Hatteras slowly stands up from his chair and begins to slowly walk towards us. His attire is interesting: the coat and epaulettes of a captain slung over a loose shirt and what appears to be a sheet around his waist. At his hip hangs a sword, a frayed Union Jack tied around the handle. “Let me take a look at you all…”

He says ‘you all’, but he walks straight towards Barbicane. They’re almost the same height, Barbicane remaining the tallest in the room by only a few stray hairs.

“You must be Impey Barbicane, the man who will one day go to the moon,” says Hatteras.

He goes silent before suddenly leaning it and quirking an eyebrow. “Has anyone told you how ridiculous that dream of yours is?”

Barbicane closes his eyes and sighs before putting a hand on his hip and returning Hatteras’ gaze, a smile playing on his face. “Yep! All the time! Words like that won’t stop me, though!” Barbicane flexes his arm, his large wrench in his hand as he flashes a smile. “Words can’t stop my dream!”

Hatteras stares at Barbicane before taking a step back, his quiet voice grave: “I’m glad. People said the same thing to me… my crew even abandoned me, left me for dead… but I still made it. I accomplished my dream!”

Hatteras spreads his arms wide. “I’m here, at the top of the world--!”

His voice was still quiet, but it was filled with such emotion that it was like the walls rumbled from force instead of volume.

But then Hatteras’ arms fall to his sides and he looks up at the ceiling as though he’s searching the sky for answers.

At that moment, he looks very much like Nemo.

“But now I’m here… I’ve reached my dream… now what? What is there for me now?”

He looks at Barbicane with wide eyes. “What will you do after you get to the moon?”

“After?” Barbicane looks deep in thought. “I guess… after I get to the moon, I’d like to work on developing more tech to help people. There’s all kinds of things out there that people need. Maybe I can—h-hey?”

Hatteras has already moved on from Barbicane, not even listening to his answer. He stops in front of Cardia, looking down at her with an even expression. “You’re the Blue Fairy.”

“I’m the… what?”

Hatteras leans down and looks into her eyes. “Against all odds, you turned a puppet into a living boy.”

Cardia’s expression turns stern. “My brother has always been a living boy. Whether that life was ‘created’ or not doesn’t matter.”

“Do excuse her, won’t you, Jonathan?” Aleister says with a light laugh. “Cardia-kun is a rather fierce older sister.”

“Ho hoooooo!” Nemo throws his head back and gives a mighty laugh. “She is, she iiiiiiiiiiiis! She’s always been quite remaaaaaaarkable!”

“And you…” Hatteras straightens up and walks over to Nemo, the sheet fluttering about his legs so it looks like he’s gliding across the floor. “Well, who hasn’t heard about you? A revolutionary.”

Nemo chortles, looking rather pleased with himself. “Yeeees… yes, my science is a revoluuuuution--!”

Hatteras shakes his head. “No, I’m talking about your tragedy. You bore a revolution on your back, and the Crown retaliated as was its right.”

“Eh?” Nemo’s eyebrows arc in surprise.

“Wait, that’s not…” I shake my head. “Captain Hatteras, that—”

Hatteras unties the pitiful remains of the flag from his sword and holds it reverently. “The Empire. My Empire. You left your country when the embers of your home were still cooling and sought out the power the Empire had to offer. You studied and studied, and worked hard to become someone completely different from that revolutionary boy.”

Nemo scratches his head, looking at Hatteras like a second head is sprouting from his neck.

“And you built another home for yourself, one completely devoted to your worship of science… but the Crown cast you out of the Royal Society. You have just trudged through tragedy after tragedy, haven’t you? You weren’t even able to truly reunite with Isaac Beckford…”

“That’s enough,” my voice is firm, but still swallowed by the strange room. However, the force of my words reaches Hatteras, and he stares at me.

“Arronaaaaaaaaaax…..”

I look back at Nemo, who has his arms crossed and is staring at me with a curled lip. Me, who only wanted to help, me—

“I really… reeeeeeeeeeeeally don’t need you speaking for me.”

I think a bullet might have hurt less.

“And you’re…”

The pain’s sting is interrupted by Hatteras approaching me, leaning over me, examining me.

“You’re the one I don’t understand,” says Hatteras. “Pauline Aronnax. The others have stories that make sense- a dream, a desire to find ‘home’, a desire to be ‘real’. What about you, then? Did you decide that you needed this adventure on a mere whim? Did the thought of romancing a broken man intrigue you?”

I grit my teeth. “What is the meaning of all of this, Captain Hatteras? You kidnap our friends, force us to your base, and now you’re insulting us?”

Hatteras shakes his head. “I’m not insulting you, though I can see where you would get that idea. I simply want to know more about all of you.”

“And—and Nemo is not ‘broken’…” my voice trails off when I remember what Nemo had said. He doesn’t need my protection. He doesn’t need me speaking for him. My shoulders droop and I shake my head, going silent.

“Professor…” Conseil begins to walk towards me, but a large hand on my shoulder turns my attention from him. Aleister is standing behind me, a warm smile on his face as he takes in my expression contorted by pain.

“Jonathan is right. He has a strange way of expressing his curiosity, but he bears you no ill will, Aronnax. In fact, you are perhaps the one he was most excited to meet,” says Aleister.

“Jimmy…” Hatteras’ voice trails off as he looks away. “Saying things like that isn’t necessary.”

Aleister laughs. “Don’t be shy, now. Why don’t you take the Professor on a tour of your base? I think she could benefit with some quiet, don’t you?”

“She is the one he was the most excited about…?” it’s a quiet voice, a wound shown for only a moment before being bandaged by the usual bravado. “Haaaaaaaahahaha! I agree, I agreeeeee! Yes, too much stimulation caaaaaaaan’t be good for an overworked mind!”

As Nemo laughs, Hatteras puts his hands over his ears and trembles. “Jimmy…”

Aleister looks back towards Nemo and shakes his head. “We’ll have to do something about the volume difference, I suppose. For now, you two… go on.”

Aleister gives me a gentle push towards Hatteras before turning back to the rest of the group. Hatteras straightens up and gives me a slight bow before turning me away towards one of the exits. As I turn, my eyes seek out Nemo’s. He lifts his hands and curls his fingers in a wave, but it looks more confused than enthusiastic.

“Nemo…”

But Hatteras closes the door behind us before I can say anything else.

[verdigrisprowl]

May 19 Bevel’s Movie Night -

Brooklyn Nine-Nine: Pilot/The Tagger/The Slump/M.E. Time, Steven Universe: Lion 2: The Movie/Beach Party/Rose’s Room/Coach Steven

Prowl continues to like Brooklyn Nine-Nine.

He managed to get into an argument with a Predacon Queen. (Considering that he’s gotten into an argument with god himself, that’s actually not too surprising out of Prowl.)

Bevel ((i'm ready whenever y'all are Jazz [[ i'm ready ]] VProwl ((ready)) Jazz [[ god i love this show ]] [[ how many episodes are we watching?? ]] VProwl ((same)) Bevel ((i could rewatch this show a million times Bevel ((i'm gonna skip the tagger unless y'all don't mind watching it again in stream? VProwl ((i don't mind)) Jazz [[ i love it pls don't skip ]] Bevel ((then i will not Jazz [[ i forgot about charles' ridiculous crush on rosa ]] ItsyBitsySpyers *Soundwave jerks awake. Is this the police show again? He should pay attention. Find out more about how these things are supposed to work.* Omicron ((*peers in and waves*)) Bevel ((heya, icy-mun Omicron ((hiiii 😊)) ItsyBitsySpyers ((WHO CAPTIONED THIS WHY ARE THE NAMES LOWERCASE)) Jazz [[ these captions 😕///// ]] Bevel ((someone very lazy? Jazz [[ but they captialize chubby Cheeks ]] ItsyBitsySpyers [[Congratulations. He killed a statue.]] Bevel It was a very dangerous statue. ItsyBitsySpyers *Streeeeetch and settle. He rubs his helm with his own feeler.* VProwl *arrives late. considering how streams have been going this month, is expecting something else horrible that he's barely going to be able to tol— OH HEY IT'S BROOKLYN NINE-NINE.* Omicron ((you have no idea how tempting to poof icy in her human form right now)) VProwl *dammit he missed the start.* Bevel *it is! she remembers he liked it last time she showed some* ItsyBitsySpyers *Pings Prowl.* Jazz [[ i think steve rogers would enjoy b99 ]] Bevel ((there's at least a couple of crossover fics Omicron *Icy falls in, sits up, pretends nothing happened.* Bevel *waves to Icy* VProwl *pings back. belatedly. he's a little distracted by the show.* ItsyBitsySpyers *Startles slightly. And by slightly I mean he aims the feeler at Icy and powers it up for a second.* *...He'll just. Put that back on his lap.* VProwl *startles because Soundwave startles.* ItsyBitsySpyers [[He apologizes.]] VProwl S'fine. Omicron *Predacon is checking over her frame as if making sure all limbs are in place. Sits up, missed the fleeler, yep, nothing happened* hi. ItsyBitsySpyers [[...Why does he want them all to wear - what are those weapons called. Nooses?]] Bevel He called it a tie. VProwl If they're colorful it's for fashion, not strangulation. Omicron ugh, cloths. annoying things in general ......why is he in colorful ice cream? ItsyBitsySpyers [[It is dangerous fashion. ... Why do enforcers need to care about fashion.]] VProwl You'll see. ItsyBitsySpyers *Wait, so this is a thing Prowl knows too? He stares for a second before looking back to the screen.* VProwl *he's seen this episode before.* *shoulders tremble. GREATLY appreciates how Holt handled that.* Jazz [[ my mom called me away and i missed the gay reveal AND the speedo reveal, damn ]] Omicron *Icy stretches out where she can, looking around and wondered if there was someone willing to give scritches....* VProwl *points at the screen. that's why the fashion matters.* ItsyBitsySpyers *Slow nod.* Bevel ((hello, ika, i don't recognize your name, who do you play? ItsyBitsySpyers [[He used to insist that his deployers color coordinate with his paint, for similar reasons.]] *Soft huff.* [[Obviously no longer the case.]] ika Hey Bevel ((yes hey, who are you on tumblr? ika ? I am just here I wanna watch the show Bevel ((ah, ok, this is an IC event for RP purposes. The room should have been locked. VProwl ((this is a roleplay stream)) Omicron *Ice queen peers at soundwave and prowl.... and then eyes Bevel* Bevel *peers back* VProwl ... I've looked into "numerology" before. It's not what it sounds like. It's actually rather disappointing. Although I appreciate the rigorous mathematics that go into it. ItsyBitsySpyers *Soundwave senses someone staring at him and looks over at Ice Queen for a second.*

[[...What IS it? Numerology.]] Omicron *leans over to Bevel, sniffing....and predacon head in the lap* Bevel Hi! *pets Icy on the top of the head carefully* VProwl It's fortune telling based on numbers. Omicron *starts to deeply purring as the pet/scritches start* ItsyBitsySpyers [[...So it is pretending to do what you actually do?]] VProwl More or le— *looks at Soundwave. you think he can predict the future?* Omicron *purr* ItsyBitsySpyers *Not in THOSE terms, but.* ItsyBitsySpyers [[...What?]] VProwl *... leans on Soundwave. pingpingping.* Bevel But the punishment for drawing stuff is not very bad is it? ItsyBitsySpyers *...He's confused about what suddenly caused this, but he will settle into the lean, ping affection back, and keep watching.* [[If it were, Buzzsaw would spend more time in the cells.]] Bevel ...oh yeah, that is true. VProwl No, but he has an ally in high places and can still destroy Peralta's career. ItsyBitsySpyers [[And so would whoever spent those days writing Prowl Is Right. Even if he is.]] Bevel ...yeah. VProwl *is today Interuniversal Stroke Prowl's Ego day?* Bevel *pointedly not looking at Prowl or Soundwave* Omicron *growls at screen* Bevel This guy is rude. Omicron ((I hope he does the right thing....)) ItsyBitsySpyers [[He still thinks this deputy commissioner should be punished for abuse of power. Harshly.]] VProwl The property defacer should be punished and the deputy commissioner should be punished even more. Bevel Yay! Omicron haha ((that's when I was born)) VProwl *Prowl loves this show. It's so optimistic.* Omicron I agree with prowl *belatedly, also she knows she's horrible saying that* Bevel ...*wants to see Robocop now* VProwl I can't believe they left Hot Fuzz off the list. ItsyBitsySpyers [[The twins tell him Robocop is quite interesting.]] *Taps thigh.* [[Was the Hot Fuzz film created yet?]] Bevel I like Rosa. What is Hot Fuzz about? ItsyBitsySpyers *And doesn't see anything wrong with agreeing with Prowl. But, y'know. Biased.* VProwl Yes, five years before this. Omicron *Icy tilts head....any more scritches or does she have to risk the others?* Bevel *nah, she's been pretty consistent about scritching Icy* ItsyBitsySpyers [[...Wart?]] VProwl A very professional city cop is sent to a very sloppy rural district. Omicron *okay, Icy's purring* ((woot! Thunder!)) ItsyBitsySpyers *Checks the datanet for "wart".* *...Oh. Strange flesh growths. Okay. Organics being disgusting organics. Nothing new there.* Omicron ((Duude that thunder clap was a good six seconds)) ItsyBitsySpyers ((!!! be safe!)) Omicron ((I'm not going for my walk)) ItsyBitsySpyers [[This will not end well at all.]] Omicron pffft ItsyBitsySpyers [[A talented youngling.]] Omicron are all autobot offices like this? ItsyBitsySpyers [[Hah.]] VProwl *the premise of this episode has always been incredibly bizarre to Prowl. trying to recruit new police officers? recruiting people? into a job they didn't already have?* Are all Autobot offices like what? But I'm inclined to say no, not at all. ItsyBitsySpyers *What's wrong with wanting a different job.* VProwl *nothing, but "the ability to choose different jobs, much less recruit someone into a different job" and "Prowl working in the police" have never been two conditions that have existed simultaneously.* Bevel Oh no, poor Terry. VProwl *until the last five months. but they've gotten nowhere close to recruiting.* ItsyBitsySpyers *Very true.*

*Perhaps they should get a civilian to do it. You know. Once they've gotten the house in order. Ish.* VProwl *who on all of Cybertron has ever had experience RECRUITING someone for DIFFERENT JOBS?* Omicron *lifts head and staaaaaaaaares* ItsyBitsySpyers *Oh, he doesn't know... mechs who decided to throw a wrench in the social works and refuse to perform the tasks they were assigned. Maybe a few who ran off to join a war against such things.* VProwl *no see you're referring to terrorist soldiers convincing other people to be terrorist soldiers. that's not /job recruitment./* ItsyBitsySpyers *Everyone has to start somewhere.* VProwl *"you should hate the thing you do" ≠ "you would love doing this thing over here"* Bevel ((me as a cop Omicron *confused....okay wants to get scritches* VProwl *and that moment right there is one of the many reasons Prowl appreciates Holt* Bevel *pets Icy some more* Omicron *Puuuurrrrrrrrrrssssss* ItsyBitsySpyers *Sounds like Buzzsaw. So much.* Omicron *PUUURRRR* VProwl *ooh. murder mystery date night.* ItsyBitsySpyers ((i'm dying lmfao)) Bevel ((omfg prowl no ItsyBitsySpyers *Slowly looks over at Bevel to see if she's cringing.* Bevel *...she may have flinched* ItsyBitsySpyers *Tiny tremble.* Omicron *purring bad?* Bevel *purring is fine, she scritches Icy some more* VProwl ... I'd like to learn to do that. On—to be clear, on Cybertronians, not humans. Omicron .... *eyes prowl* ItsyBitsySpyers [[Where is it taught?]] Omicron I would rather not... VProwl Nowhere, right now. ((im jake)) ItsyBitsySpyers [[Do you have anyone who knows?]] Bevel We have a forensics officer on our planet? Omicron ......is it bad I would rather eat someone rather then take them apart? ItsyBitsySpyers [[Ravage would say not.]] VProwl We've currently got a couple of... fffreelance medical examiners, I guess you could call them. And some doctors who have performed the duties before but aren't currently trained. ItsyBitsySpyers [[Perhaps the one Bevel spoke of could be of use? To you.]] VProwl No, Iacon presently has enough to meet our needs. ItsyBitsySpyers [[No, no. To -you.- ]] VProwl They're... *sigh* Not the best trained I've ever seen, but— Oh. What? Me? I run the CSF, I don't have time to be trained in miscellaneous forensic investigative fields. Bevel Maybe they could help train some of the bots in your universe? ItsyBitsySpyers *A light huff.* [[You will have at least one Monday free.]] Bevel Or that! VProwl I can't learn to do full autopsies on a /Monday./ ItsyBitsySpyers [[You can watch one.]] VProwl I've watched thousands. Omicron what about a different world that runs on a different time? Bevel Oh yeah, there are a bunch of those. VProwl If I'm going to one of those, it'd better be to use that excess time to deal with the cases I already have on hand. ItsyBitsySpyers *Soundwave lifts a hand. He'll let this be as it is for now.* [[As you wish. But he does think you should learn what you can when you can. If only /because/ you can. ]] VProwl ... That philosophy seems... irresponsibly self-indulgent. ItsyBitsySpyers [[He's never been called that before.]] VProwl Well. Maybe if you'd taken another vacation day or two. ItsyBitsySpyers *STARE.* Bevel *claps a hand over her mouth to stifle a giggle* ItsyBitsySpyers [[That is not an argument likely to convince him to spend more time on the one coming up.]] Omicron *snorts* you both could get an insecticon cleaning VProwl Sorry. I'm joking. Take a longer vacation. ItsyBitsySpyers *Oh no.* VProwl *tenses at the suggestion.* ... What? *he doesn't understand the suggestion but it involves Insecticons and therefore it's not good.* Bevel What is an Insecticon cleaning? ItsyBitsySpyers [[He prefers to be responsible for his own cleaning.]] Omicron I have worker insectocons, they're about human sized. But they love to make things and people shiny. Bevel ...that is a cool sword. VProwl Absolutely NOT. Omicron Workers are harmless, you have not seen them using all limbs to skate with scrubbers over the floor *snorts, but looks fond* VProwl *freezes* No. Omicron okay *tilts head to get scritches again?* Bevel I think I like cleaning myself. *scritches* VProwl *tiny bugs crawling all over and under his armor.* Omicron They only clean someone now with permission. Bevel That is good. Getting cleaned without permission is really annoying. ItsyBitsySpyers *Doesn't want to ping too soon but doesn't want to seem inattentive... perhaps a casual redirection?*

@P: [[You didn't have to apologize for joking. He was not upset.]] Bevel This is not going very well at all. Omicron no but the youngling is trying VProwl @S «If it's discouraged you even more than you already were from taking a proper vacation, then it's doing you harm and should be apologized for.» ItsyBitsySpyers @P: [[It did not. He was merely pointing that out. He already decided on his vacation length last week.]] VProwl @S «... Don't let it discourage you from taking longer vacation sin the future.» ItsyBitsySpyers @P: [[He will consider it if this one is n--]] *Flinch* VProwl *winces* ItsyBitsySpyers *Whatever that stone is, he doesn't like it.* Omicron *rumbles* ItsyBitsySpyers *What was he thinking.*

@P: [[If this one is not of sufficient length after all.]] VProwl @S «I think you have a rather skewed view of what makes a sufficient length.» *points at the screen.* Moriarty. ItsyBitsySpyers @P: [[He 'retired' for two years. It was... dull.]] *Points at the screen as well.* [[And glitches.]] Bevel Nope. VProwl @S «There's a difference between retirement and vacation.» It's probably generating a world too large for the program. ItsyBitsySpyers @P: [[Very little. Only the intent to return to work. Which, as it turns out, he did after all.]] Omicron hmm ItsyBitsySpyers ((it's a faaaaaaaaake)) VProwl ((lsdkfjlg)) Bevel ((lol VProwl @S «How would you know? You've never had a two year vacation.» ItsyBitsySpyers @P: [[He has heard stories.]] VProwl @S «You need something to adequately fill the time. Which is why I tried to recommend some shows. ... Apparently that was offensive.» Omicron *gives bevel a nudge and nuzzle in thanks for all the pets and scritches around her horns* ItsyBitsySpyers @P: [[It is not. He apologizes for causing you to think so. He values your recommendations.]] VProwl @S «You accused me of trying to get rid of you.» ItsyBitsySpyers @P: [[He apologizes for that as well. It was uncalled for.]] *Small attention draw toward screen* VProwl *what do they mean, fuse—* Bevel ...WHOA ItsyBitsySpyers *Leans back* Bevel *Bevel loves her* ItsyBitsySpyers *Oh no.* VProwl *oh. ew. ugh. no. bluh. yuck. ick. ack. egh. eugh.* Omicron *impressed* ItsyBitsySpyers *And it's smashing things.* Omicron ....oh my VProwl *well. it'd been a good night.* Bevel ((me and cro VProwl ((i realize that pearl is an alien, but)) Bevel ((lesbian culture VProwl ((*points* pearl is too gay to understand this)) ItsyBitsySpyers *Leans forward again.* [[Singing?]] Bevel *oh cool singing* Omicron *hums* ItsyBitsySpyers [[...If she is making these words up on the spot, she is very g-- ah, dancing too.]] [[And somewhat sensible, as well.]] VProwl *well, the spontaneous singing is weird. maybe it's a cultural thing?* Bevel *giggles* VProwl *but otherwise—he likes pearl even more now.* ItsyBitsySpyers [[That's not how four wheel drive works.]] Bevel It should be. VProwl *shudders* ItsyBitsySpyers *Sincerely hopes this has a good ending.* Bevel Aw no, she is mean. VProwl *focuses on Pearl. Very hard, on Pearl, and nobody and nothing except for Pearl.* Bevel ...Pearl 😔 Omicron *tilts her head* VProwl *Go Pr— Pearl. beat the combiner that's deva—destroying the beach.* *projecting? who?* Bevel That. Was. AWESOME! VProwl *... shoulders slump in relief.* ItsyBitsySpyers *Tiny applause clip.* Omicron *chirps!* ItsyBitsySpyers *......................Checks his records of earlier documentaries for something.* Bevel Did you see how she outsmarted Sugilite? ItsyBitsySpyers *A love song about music? Also listening and recording that.* ItsyBitsySpyers *Aha. He was right. Which poses an interesting question - but not one he will ask around the others just yet. Patience, patience.* [[Excellent song.]] Omicron *nods, predacon streaches out again* Bevel Tonight was fun. I am glad I showed this stuff. ItsyBitsySpyers [[He appreciates that you did.]] *There were things he was interested in, and he's pretty sure Prowl needed that last one.* VProwl *soundwave is very wrong* *watching pearl win was +7 points but watching sugilite happen was -15 points* ItsyBitsySpyers *He can be, from time to time. He's not the better bot at math like that, after all.* Omicron *Ice Queen glances over at prowl, head tilting* VProwl ... How many of them do that? *she may observe that Prowl continues to look very normal.* Bevel The fusions? VProwl Yes. Bevel Um, well, Opal was really quiet and we have not seen anyone else. Pearl said her and Garnet fusing would have been less like Sugilite so maybe whoever they are is less mean. Omicron .... *pings prowl for the first time, crosshing her forelegs and giving Bevel a lick out of habit* VProwl "Opal"? ItsyBitsySpyers [[Wait. Opal?]] VProwl *who in the world is pinging him?* Bevel Amethyst and Pearl fused! VProwl @I «... Yes? Prowl here.» Bevel I think you were away, Prowl. VProwl ... So all of them. ItsyBitsySpyers [[They did?]] *Pause.* [[Did they dance, too?]] *No. Damn it. Wrong priorities.* Bevel No dancing, but she sang a little! She also killed a buncha birds with a bow and arrow. I can give you the record? VProwl No. Bevel ...oh, ok, Prowl. Should I tell you if they fuse again? Omicron @P ::are you afraid of insecticons? *yes blunt* I had considered taking a worker with me one of these times. But I can leave them behind.:: VProwl @I «Of course not.» *he said, like a liar.* ItsyBitsySpyers ((TAKE OFF THAT PROWL MASK, SWERVE)) Bevel ((lol ((get the paddy wagon VProwl ((ouo)) Omicron @P ::.....I dont think thats true. *teeeemped but shes a mature queen now, vents and snorts* alright. If you are....what's the word...:: Omicron @P ::Adversed? I can keep them on the Dreaded wings. but the workers are truly harmless for what its worth.:: VProwl @I «Then I think that you are impertinent and rude. Do not presume to tell me my own opinions.» Omicron @P :: I'm also a pirate and a predacon queen on top of those.:: *well, that's what she gets for attempting to be nice, snorts cold steam and starts to get up* VProwl @I «I don't know whether you're offering your job titles in an attempt to support or protest my assessment. I also don't really care. Is that all that you wanted, then—to ask me about my feelings and then inform me I'm wrong about them?» Omicron *pauses and swings head around to stare* *opens jaws, then growls* VProwl @I «I'll take that as a yes.» *ends the comm.* Bevel *blinks in confusion at Icy suddenly getting up and--whoa whoa growling, she scrambles up to stand* ItsyBitsySpyers *Slowly lifts a feeler. He has no idea what's going on - Prowl's comms are something he doesn't touch, out of unusual respect - but he will shoot or strangle if necessary.* Omicron Alright Prowl, I said I didn't bereave you not that I was forcing moods on you. and I was trying to make an offer not to add stress to these present evenings. My hatchlings are one thing. VProwl *without looking away from the screen, slowly leans over and tries to push the feeler back down. Don't get into a fight to defend a hologram.* ItsyBitsySpyers *It's a principle-of-the-thing thing. But he'll let it be pushed down. For now.* VProwl Oh, you've decided to involve the whole room in a private discussion. Hm. Omicron I may not be the best at terms, I realize for primus sake *lifts head and starts to turn, pauses and growls and -growls- as she realizes she forgot the coms* Omicron For primus fragging piece of *lapses into predacon but somethings about stupid comms and not ever really working them right comes out as she starts to get up, something...she hates internal coms and...may not always able to work hers* VProwl *politely ignores.* Omicron ((Icy = internal comms are frustrating sometimes. <<;;;;)) Bevel *reaches out to pat Icy on the neck in an attempt to calm her down while she looks worriedly between her and Prowl* I think it is time to call it a night. VProwl Sorry to have disturbed the peace. *will also politely not mention that he wasn't the one who switched to audible conversation.* ItsyBitsySpyers This message has been removed. Bevel It is ok, no one disturbed anything. VProwl ((*edits post*)) Bevel ((totally did yep VProwl ((why delete post u inspired the switch to peace. take credit for writing better cop dialogue than me)) ((*holds cro on high*)) Bevel ((yess good Omicron *rumbling growling still, keeps from lashing her tail and lifts head up, trying really hard to stay calm. Stops growling. and with as much grace as she can dips head to Bevel, Prowl and Soundwave* thank you for the evening, and it was nice to see you two as well. *She's trying to be mature queen* ItsyBitsySpyers ((*is afraid of heights, tries to wiggle down*))

*Soundwave stiffly nods his helm as well. He's still partially in prepare-to-battle mode.* Bevel *applies a little more pressure to the spot where she's touching Icy's neck and then nods and smiles* You are welcome. VProwl ((... *puts cro down and Will Smiths at instead*)) Omicron I'm not going to eat anyone Bevel. Apparently I had another....moment. I'll leave ItsyBitsySpyers ((*accepts this*)) ((the will smith i mean)) Bevel I know. *one of her favorite people is a literal cannibal and she doesn't worry about him eating anyone... at movie nights, she doesn't know what Ravage does when he's not at movies 99.99999% of the time* ItsyBitsySpyers *Great and terrible things.* Omicron *looks at Soundwave, she had not ment harm, puts extra feeling into that before* @P :: For what its worth comms are hard. And I'm sorry for offending.:: *she moves away now, there, Icy Adult-ed* VProwl *ping of acknowledgment.* Omicron *Icy hopes into her bridge* ((*still wants to listen though*)) ItsyBitsySpyers *...This looks fun.* Bevel ((of course, 😸 VProwl *well. he might shortly need an excuse to stop coming.* Bevel *nooooo* VProwl *doesn't think "exhausted from constant reminders of having his mind broken into and trashed" is an adequate excuse.* Bevel *it is, though Bevel would try to find things that wouldn't remind Prowl of terrible things if she knew* VProwl *ah but that would involve saying something* *maybe he should pull some more double shifts. that'll help him feel better.* Bevel *well, as long as he enjoys himself* ItsyBitsySpyers *Nudges Prowl's knee and sends coordinates to the other Cybertron with a curious marker. Does Prowl want to go home? Three rough things in a night, and all...* VProwl @S «... What's there?» ItsyBitsySpyers @P: [[If you would prefer it, both of us. Or only you.]] VProwl @S «No, what's the place? Where are we going?» ItsyBitsySpyers @P: [[Ah. He has no idea. Buildings, one or more roads. Perhaps a working streetlight, if the grid hasn't malfunctioned.]] [[Space for a dr... a walk, even.]] [[Or a drive. He has practiced.]] VProwl @S «............ Why there, then?» ItsyBitsySpyers @P: [[Because Bevel thinks it is time to call this location a night, he enjoys your company, and he thought you might not care to be here after that... whatever happened.]] @P: [[And it is not crowded.]] VProwl @S «But why THERE? Why do you want to go to a random street corner instead of one of our places? Or SOME kind of destination.» ItsyBitsySpyers @P: [[He doubts he can go to your place, you will be at Dancitron soon enough, and he thought it might be pleasing to enjoy peace, quiet, and the existence of a living planet. If you would rather go to either of his living spaces, however, he does not mind.]] VProwl @S «......... Okay.» *he lives and works on that living planet, but, sure, he'll try it out, he guesses.* ItsyBitsySpyers *Well, Prowl already said he wouldn't come with Soundwave where he's going on vacation, so...*

@P: [[If you do not find it as relaxing as him, we can go somewhere else. He will have plenty of time to be at a spot of his own choosing soon enough.]]

*Soundwave lightly bunts Prowl's shoulder with his crest before rising.*

@P: [[Pahvo, by the way.]] VProwl *rises with him* @S «You found the coordinates? It survived the war intact?» ItsyBitsySpyers *Soundwave nods his helm toward Bevel.*

[[He must thank you for telling him of your discovery, Bevel.]] *An answer and an expression of gratitude all at once. Multitasking!* Bevel *huh? oh, oh right, she beams* VProwl *ah. of course. the one who found the records to begin with.* Bevel I wanted to make sure it was still safe and I know you do to. ItsyBitsySpyers *Suddenly not looking at either of them. My, what an interesting wall across the way.*

[[He was curious.]] VProwl *who you tryna fool* *go enjoy your pacific telepath trees* ItsyBitsySpyers *Soon, soon.* Bevel Uh-huh. Good night, Soundwave. Good night, Prowl. *drops back down onto her couch* ItsyBitsySpyers [[Hmph. Goodnight.]]

*Looks at Prowl. Shall they, then? Meet him there?* VProwl *as long as he's hotspotting off Soundwave's projector, he plans on just following him through the bridge.* ItsyBitsySpyers *In that case, he'll open one and start through it.* VProwl *follows*