Summary: A drabble-ish music meme about our favourite Autobots and Decepticons; 10 songs only, slight language and mentions of Slash
Rating: T
Chapter 2
C.M.D: So apparently, the music memes are back for me. I got
together recently with my friend Randomus Prime, and this is pretty much
what we did the entire time we were hanging out. We got done at least
four new memes; two writing, and the other two for drawing. The drawing
one's we all did on my playlist, while the writing was done to his
music. And can I just say what an interesting selection it was...
1- Without Me: Eminem
"..."
"...What
are they doing?" Wheeljack looked on, feeling more than utterly
confused and perplexed. The urge to hit someone -more than like himself-
was steadily growing.
Optimus, watching the spectacle with him
did not reply immediately. "I think Red spiked their energon as
revenge," the truck-former eventually said.
"Uh-huh," was the engineer's eloquent response.
Disturbed,
they continued to stare as Sideswipe and Sunstreaker ran around in
circles, kicking their pedes up to the air and hooting oddly to the beat
pouring from the red warrior's radio. But that wasn't the shocking
thing... it was the fact that they were dressed in straw skirts, wearing
socks on their helms and had Carly's lipstick smeared across their
faceplates.
"Remind me never to piss our security director off," one of the mechs piped up. The other nodded his helm mutely.
2- Oni: Fight
"Target
locked." The sniper shifted his grip on his gun, keeping the enemy
clear in sight. "Ready to fire when you command, sir."
"Good," came the dark voice through the commlink. "Remember soldier: leave none of them alive."
The
mech nodded, though he knew the action was unnecessary, cycling a deep
intake as he tapped his finger against the trigger. With just the
slightest pressure, the weapon fired and the unsuspecting 'bot was
nothing more than a smear across the ruins. Grinning crookedly, the
sniper lowered his gun. "Too easy...," he crowed.
"Indeed."
He
barely had the chance to turn around before the other mech's blade slid
through his helm, cutting deep into his processor and spilling energon
to the floor below. Mutely, the mech withdrew his sword, wiping its edge
with a spare rag. "Too easy...," he said, mimicking the sniper's final
words.
Without a backwards glance, he turned into the night.
3- Marvel vs Capcom 3: Magneto's theme
"They
shall pay for what they've done..." he growled, speaking only to
shadows and ghouls. They swelled and swayed at his dark whisper, almost
as if mocking his vow.
Tracks merely glared, a sneer on his lips.
"Doubt
me if you wish, but I shall not rest until each and every one of them
twitches with the last, weak pulses of their spark. Crying for mercy,
and receiving none... Energon coating their lips, and wires pouring from
their split guts. It shall be an agony like none other and no relief
shall they find."
How? The darkness inquired.
The corvette snorted. "The only way possible... through underhanded tricks and bargains with a greater demon."
His
optics seemed to flash almost red for a moment, before turning back to
their dark indigo once more. "I will sell everything I have and more
just to have my vengeance."
Not even the shadows dared to comment on his hiss this time.
4- Yugi vs Jayden Battle: LittleKuribo
It was unbelievable.
The
Autobots watched, jaws dropped and optics flashing in intervals. It was
all they could do to simply keep up with the scene before them.
Jazz
and Blaster were battling it out -but not in the usual manner with a
friendly match in the target range or something. No... the two musical
mechs had decided they were gonna have... a rap battle. They were
spitting out rhymes and lyrics faster than some of the 'bots gathered
could follow, jumping from one sentence to the next in one continuous
loop; pausing only long enough to add emphasis to a word or insult
before continuing with their retinue of spewed words.
And they were starting to get really serious about it too...
Eject
and Rewind tried to keep up with their creator and his friend,
scratching the records in random yet matching speeds, mixing up the
music further and giving more basis for the two mechs to rap off of.
It was a really awesome sight to behold.
It might have been even more cool if it wasn't so frightening at the same time...
5- Chicken Dance: Tiputanssi
This was it... no more high-grade for the seekers, Megatron decided with a growl.
Honestly,
how was he supposed to try and have any fun when his entire aerial
squad was up on the rec room tables, doing the most awful and yet
surprisingly coordinated dance in the history of this universe!
At least the rest of the Decepticons seemed to be enjoying themselves.
Mixmaster
hooted from the background, while the others laughed as Vortex decided
to climb up onto a table as well, following the other flyers in their
practised routine of the Chicken dance.
6- Turn on the Ignition
Red
Alert swivelled across the security hub, fingers tapping madly as he
commanded the systems to initiate the lock-down procedure, all the while
keeping his optics on the monitors. He watched as Decepticons fought
with his comrades near the entrance, slowly pushing the Autobots back
toward their base. Any further, and the Decepticons would have complete
access to the Ark.
"Not if I can help it...," the lamborghini
murmured to himself, sweeping across the room again and rapidly flicking
on several different switches. The ship's antiquated guns rumbled into
function, unburying themselves from under the rubble and swivelling
towards the battle.
Red Alert tapped away at the console quickly,
focusing the weapons on the Decepticons. "Not today Decepticons," he
said softly, before shooting.
7- Hunger: Spectre General
"HOT ROD!"
The
young soldier chuckled as the scream echoed over his commlink, barely
heard over his radios. He ignored Kup's yelling, turning up the volume
louder until it felt like the mesh would break over his speakers. Ahead
of him, the city began to come into view, nothing but rubble and ruins
from the Decepticon's raiding centuries earlier.
Increasing his
speed, Hot Rod swerved between the buildings; making hair-pin turns and
shock-absorber breaking drops as he raced through the dead city.
To
him, the feel of burning rubber and the wind slicing across his hood as
he pushed faster and faster through the darkness, was the best feeling
the young soldier could ever find.
8- Touhou Metal-Rock 27
It was like a lullaby, the kind of morbid siren song sung to the fallen.
Hound
watched, transfixed, as this horror unfolded before him; golden optics
muddied by energon and white frame darkened with filth dancing toward
him. Beseechingly, temptingly, Mirage held out his servos, beckoning for
the tracker to come forward.
Hound... didn't know if he wanted to.
He had spent so long, hungering for this unattainable mech, and suddenly he was inviting him...
But
this, the green Autobot had not wanted it in this way. The Noble broken
and very, very mad... it caused his spark to wither even as his arms
achingly lifted for Mirage. With a twisted smile, so shattered and
sweet, the race car swayed closer, still singing in that eerie way that
he was.
It was only when those tarnished arms wrapped around him,
shivering lip components melding against his own, that Hound realized it
was too late to pull away. His lovely grim reaper squeezed him tighter,
pulling him down, as darkness and pain ripped through his helm; singing
to him softly as everything faded away...
Lost in his beautiful disillusionment...
9 -Spy break: Propeller heads
Servos tapped against relaxed thighs, over and over and over again.
In the dead silence, the sound made for a nice beat: mellow, calm and repetitive.
A nice accompaniment for those who had no choice but to stay and wait.
10 -Smile DK: Kissy-kissy
Prowl was a kind of quiet, isolated sort of mech.
Jazz
watched from a distance as the SIC slowly moved across the room, every
motion delicate and purposeful. It was beautiful. Even when the neutral
mech had his olfactory sensor deep into a datapad, a contemplative frown
on his faceplates and doorwings hiked high.
Something was
obviously bothering Prowl, but the saboteur couldn't help but think that
even such a negative emotion on the Datsun's face was handsome.
It
made Jazz want to go right over and kiss the mech, wrap his arms tight
around his waist and coax a smile to the refined 'bot's lip components.
With a quiet sigh, the third in command quickly turned his helm away.
C.M.D:
The drawing versions are all available on my DA page. Check them out if you're interested~
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