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//the urge to have sexy prowl icon vs the desire not to have the same icon on two blogs that i run
//unfortunate news sexy prowl won
//the urge to have sexy prowl icon vs the desire not to have the same icon on two blogs that i run
(I WANT TO KNOW...) “I want to know what you like.” [ -Glowstick (a mech who just wants to be friends with everyone) ]
“What I like? … I like order, strategy, and getting things done and mechs who aren’t nosy. Everything else is trivial. Unimportant.”
“If you think I’m nosy, you do not want to meet Gemini. Mech can poke and poke and poke until he gets the unintended reaction. Anyway, doesn’t hurt to get to know a mech who could take me up as a ‘protector’ of sorts, or one who could help me find someone.”
“‘Protector? What makes you think you could protect me? Or that I’d even want your protection? Find someone else to help you. Like I said, I like mechs who stay out of my business.”
(I WANT TO KNOW...) “I want to know what you like.” [ -Glowstick (a mech who just wants to be friends with everyone) ]
“What I like? ... I like order, strategy, and getting things done and mechs who aren’t nosy. Everything else is trivial. Unimportant.”
Sophocles, Philoctetes
🌺 “I WANT TO KNOW…” Prompts
A collection of random “I want to know…” sentences.
For Multimuses: Please Specify Muse(s)
“I want to know more about you.”
“I want to know where you’re from.”
“I want to know what you do.”
“I want to know what you like.”
“I want to know what your hobbies are.”
“I want to know who your family is.”
“I want to know who your friends are.”
“I want to know what makes you happy.”
“I want to know what makes you sad.”
“I want to know what makes you angry.”
“I want to know why you’re hurt.”
“I want to know who hurt you.”
“I want to know why you’re scared.”
“I want to know what love is to you.”
“I want to know who you loved.”
“I want to know who you hated.”
“I want to know why you run away.”
“I want to know why you stayed.”
“I want to know why you left me.”
“I want to know why you care.”
(Yet another symbol meme) 🙌 [ -Kimini ]
🙌 - shove my muse out of the way
“Move,” Prowl said harshly, already pushing past- whoever it was. As far as he was concerned, he didn’t have to know for now. He would try to apologize later, however unlikely it was that he actually would. For now, he had places to be and a schedule to keep.
astrowhispers
“More information, well, it’s in an abandoned warehouse just outside of town. There’s Blackpuff, the leader, Whitedust, the most loyal one, and Tanzanite, a blind mech that almost drowned under his care… Uhm, I also have two ailiases. He knows me as Kimini, so does Whitedust, but everyone else knows me as Vin. I only have scars that I can show you for physical evidence.”
Kimini was speaking rather quickly, doing this whenever he was nervous. He was worried he would come off as lying since the recent book that came out with his name and Whitedust’s. “I-I still wanna stay away from all of them, but they need help.”
Prowl considered the mech for another moment. “Is this all urgent? I can send a note to the station if needed but if not, it would really be best for you to come with me so we can sort this out.”
He said is a bit awkwardly, he knew, but he was never great at dealing with those who looked on what Prowl perceived as the edge of panic. He could deal with it, but he wasn’t likely to handle it well.
“If that’s not possible,” Prowl continued, “I may be able to look into at least a bit. I just need proof of the evidence.”
//I was busy for the holidays and winding down from the social interaction so I'll be sure to reply to threads asap!
(Yet another symbol meme) 🙌 [ -Kimini ]
🙌 - shove my muse out of the way
“Move,” Prowl said harshly, already pushing past- whoever it was. As far as he was concerned, he didn’t have to know for now. He would try to apologize later, however unlikely it was that he actually would. For now, he had places to be and a schedule to keep.
astrowhispers
“Well, I don’t know if you can count it as a case, but it’s like a cult situation without the religion. Just a leader and a bunch of followers who are too afraid to rebel because one tried a while back and had ‘disobedient’ burned into his chest. I left when I had the chance, but they all still deserve to live a normal life.”
The chatterbox part of Kimini came out and once it was out, it was hard to put back in. He just was used to being denied help based on how 'ridiculous’ the claim sounded.
Prowl carefully examined the mech, looking for any tells. It seemed as if he were being truthful, but even he knew that it was almost impossible to open a case like this with such little evidence- no one would ever believe this mech. Prowl almost didn’t believe him. Despite that, he had a duty to solve cases like these.
“Can you tell me more at the station?” Prowl asked. “If what you’re saying is true, it is worth bringing to the proper authorities and going through all the ‘bureaucratic red tape,’ as it were.” He paused, then tilted his helm in consideration. “At the very least, I’m sure I could convince them to let me begin a solo investigation on your claims until we find out what the truth is.”
(Yet another symbol meme) 🙌 [ -Kimini ]
🙌 - shove my muse out of the way
“Move,” Prowl said harshly, already pushing past- whoever it was. As far as he was concerned, he didn’t have to know for now. He would try to apologize later, however unlikely it was that he actually would. For now, he had places to be and a schedule to keep.
astrowhispers
“Doesn’t mean you can’t walk and talk. Listen, it’s rude to shove and if you knew your manners, I wouldn’t have to follow you to baby you! C'mon! Someone had to have taught you manners!” he shouted, shoving him before running off. He would tease him lightly, trying to get him to be extremely late.
“And I’m the rude one,” Prowl sneered to himself, watching the mech run off. He shook his helm and sighed before turning back in the direction that he needed to go. He was going to be much later than he intended and it was more than likely that he wouldn’t make it on time for, well, anything.
Kimini sighed, just waiting for him to get back when he wasn’t in a rush. He’d find a spot on a bench, leaving and returning with a snack once, but mainly looking out for Prowl. He didn’t want to just leave the shove as a simple miscommunication, he wanted to make it worse.
Prowl was, fortunately, not late enough for it to be an issue. Less time meant less planning and talking, but it wasn’t a deal breaker by any means. Though by the time he could return to base- because home wasn’t the right word- it was later than he would have liked. He had mostly forgotten about the mech he’d met.
When Prowl finally came back, Kimini would block his path. “First you shove me, then you won’t play a little game. Don’t blame me if others find you a little not entertaining. Anyway, you’re with law enforcement, right? ‘Cause I got a bit of a problem.” At least he wasn’t leading him on this time. He was just getting too many alerts and he wanted help.
“I don’t imagine that your games are ones I’d want to be involved in anyway,” Prowl stated dryly. “But, yes, I am. I’m a detective, mostly. If you have a case, I might be able to help. Depending.”
As much as the mech had annoyed and harassed him earlier, it would have been unfair to tell him no when he needed Prowl’s expertise. He was supposed to help bots, after all.
For the micro story thing: 4. one chance
sorry for taking forever and a half but i’m finally filling these out! an attempt was made at prowl
4. One Chance
One of the many things Prowl has learned—from war and desolation and loss—is that sometimes, there is only one chance. One chance to make the shot, to fix a comrade, to escape. Yet, somehow, Prowl didn’t expect this, this one chance to ruin the Decepticons turning into the one chance to ruin himself as well.
(Yet another symbol meme) 🙌 [ -Kimini ]
🙌 - shove my muse out of the way
“Move,” Prowl said harshly, already pushing past- whoever it was. As far as he was concerned, he didn’t have to know for now. He would try to apologize later, however unlikely it was that he actually would. For now, he had places to be and a schedule to keep.
astrowhispers
“Doesn’t mean you can’t walk and talk. Listen, it’s rude to shove and if you knew your manners, I wouldn’t have to follow you to baby you! C'mon! Someone had to have taught you manners!” he shouted, shoving him before running off. He would tease him lightly, trying to get him to be extremely late.
“And I’m the rude one,” Prowl sneered to himself, watching the mech run off. He shook his helm and sighed before turning back in the direction that he needed to go. He was going to be much later than he intended and it was more than likely that he wouldn’t make it on time for, well, anything.
Kimini sighed, just waiting for him to get back when he wasn’t in a rush. He’d find a spot on a bench, leaving and returning with a snack once, but mainly looking out for Prowl. He didn’t want to just leave the shove as a simple miscommunication, he wanted to make it worse.
Prowl was, fortunately, not late enough for it to be an issue. Less time meant less planning and talking, but it wasn’t a deal breaker by any means. Though by the time he could return to base- because home wasn’t the right word- it was later than he would have liked. He had mostly forgotten about the mech he’d met.
//i’m still sort of slipping into writing prowl tbh, so if some things seem a bit off, i’m sorry! i’m trying to fix those things asap! i’m just trying to pull out the right vibes and characterization and balance what i know of phase 1 idw prowl with exrid prowl!
Too Tired to Function
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It was a quick trip. Spec Ops quarters and the offices (and therefore the officers’ quarters) weren’t that far away from each other, mostly due to the convenience of agents reporting in and then being able to rest as quickly as possible.
Prowl was quick to sort through his datapads to find what he needed. A supply report, a battle report to send to Prime, a datapad full of half put together defense strategies, and some transfer requests. Some of them would usually have gone elsewhere but Prime was notably busy and the mech who took care of supplies was in the medibay after being caught in an explosion.
He put what he couldn’t fit into his subspace and carried the rest, before heading back to Hotshot’s quarters. As much as he could likely delegate it to someone else to keep an optic on the mech, he wouldn’t bother his subordinates with something so simple when he himself could do it and not be hindered.
Prowl would be free to work without interruption for hours at least, finding that no one seemed to acknowledge Hotshot’s habsuite. The room was oddly quiet sans the sound of the smaller doorwinger venting in his recharge, but it was also rather relaxing. The soft hum of the ventilation unit, a gentle, sweet smell wafting through the air..
6 hours later–Hotshot would jolt awake, a hidden blade slipping from his wrist and throwing itself across the room towards Prowl. His aim was perfect–in such that it would fly by without hitting and dig into the wall with such precision that the current from the weapon shooting by was clear.
“O-Oh scrap! Officer–!” Hotshot exclaimed, his doors flicking in alarm only to feel the dizziness hit. He wasn’t tired this time around thankfully which helped him realize what was going on with his frame. “What.. are you doing in here?”
Prowl looked up from his datapad, optics coolly regarding the mech. “I commed the medic when I came back. I was told that it might be best to keep an optic on you, so I stayed to watch you. I was planning to anyway, but, well- a professional opinion always helps.”
He took a moment to look over Hotshot from his vantage point, then stood. “Perhaps you need more rest. You still look like you’re not completely well. It wouldn’t do to have you sick or injured due to your tiredness.”
I don’t like irreparable problems, he doesn’t say, and you’re an asset.
(Yet another symbol meme) 🙌 [ -Kimini ]
🙌 - shove my muse out of the way
“Move,” Prowl said harshly, already pushing past- whoever it was. As far as he was concerned, he didn’t have to know for now. He would try to apologize later, however unlikely it was that he actually would. For now, he had places to be and a schedule to keep.
astrowhispers
“Doesn’t mean you can’t walk and talk. Listen, it’s rude to shove and if you knew your manners, I wouldn’t have to follow you to baby you! C'mon! Someone had to have taught you manners!” he shouted, shoving him before running off. He would tease him lightly, trying to get him to be extremely late.
“And I’m the rude one,” Prowl sneered to himself, watching the mech run off. He shook his helm and sighed before turning back in the direction that he needed to go. He was going to be much later than he intended and it was more than likely that he wouldn’t make it on time for, well, anything.
❗why do you seem to care about Hotshot? Any other mech you'd leave to heal themselves
“I like control a lot more than I’d like to admit. And I do want the best for the mechs under my command, even if I sometimes make decisions they can’t or don’t want to understand. That combination, paired with an uncontrolled problem… I want to fix it, I need to have the level of control that can fix it. I hate when I can’t control something. Maybe that is a bit obsessive, but sometimes control is all I have… especially in a war like this.
“Besides, he’s useful. He’ll continue be useful, in the long run. You don’t throw a tool away because you don’t need it right now. You keep it for when you do. Even if I do regret that mechs have to become tools, but war is war.”