Song Meme Drabbles for TF
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lyricalityI thought I'd try my hand at that song meme that's making its way around the LJ Transformers fandom:
Choose a subject and go - Writing: Put your entire music collection on shuffle, hit play, and write. Write for as long as each song plays and move on to a different writing when the song switches(even if it's mid-sentence). Go for ten songs(or five). If nothing comes, it still counts. If you're listening to a comedian, you can skip it.
“I Guess That’s Why They Call It the Blues,” Elton John (Movieverse, Optimus/Elita-One)
“Optimus,” Megatron hissed, and Optimus flinched, focusing again on the moment, wondering with an inward flutter of distress how much of the conversation he had missed. His attention wavered, drawn back to the tangled velvet of memory and fantasy, sleek metal curves beneath his hands and the touch of delicate fingers, the warmth of a spark more tempting than any other he had ever touched.
Megatron’s optics narrowed, pulling him back again. “Concentrate on what you are. Not on her.”
“Faithfully,” Journey (Movieverse, Optimus/Bumblebee)
How he loved the touch of those hands. Bumblebee trilled, frame arching, opening, arms wide and chest plates parting down the center, viciously willing. Smooth, so smooth despite their edges, Optimus’ fingers traced the gaping seam, concentration brilliant in his optics, shaken grace in his expression.
“How I have missed you, Bumblebee,” he murmured, and the humbled apology in his voice made Bumblebee wrap both arms around him. His years alone on Earth seemed long indeed, in retrospect.
“The Rose,” Bette Midler (Movieverse, Ironhide/Ratchet)
“Whatever you’re afraid of, it can’t be so terrible,” Ironhide said.
Ratchet shook his head, optics offline, his body wrapped in the strange and silent power of the other mech’s full embrace.
Slowly, Ironhide traced down his arm, hand closing over his. “I never expected perfection. Told you, I’m willing to fight for what’s worthwhile.” Ratchet sensed Ironhide’s grim smile. “Or to wait for it.”
“Be Near Me,” ABC (Transformers: Animated, Jazz/Prowl)
Jazz’s grin cast a light all its own, brighter than the pure reflections off his armor. “Always guessed ya could dance, since the moment I saw ya.” His hand caught Prowl’s, pulling them close enough that Prowl felt the heat of his systems, the musical beat of a vibrant spark. “Wondered what I’d hafta do, to get ya to dance with me.”
Hesitant, purposeful, Prowl slid one hand to the back of Jazz’s waist, a push to bring him closer yet. “Ask the right way,” he said.
“Who’s That Girl,” Madonna (Transformers: Animated, Ratchet/Arcee)
Ratchet was on his knees, without moving an inch. Amazing, infuriating, how emotion could render a mech more helpless than any injury. Something shifted in his chest, a painful thrum, as if his spark had a beat that could skip and stutter. He always tried his best to avoid her, but something in his systems led him constantly astray, putting them in uncomfortable proximity.
It wasn’t fair to Arcee. She remembered him as a face, a voice, and an unfamiliar if reassuring set of hands in the first moments of her rebirth. She refused to acknowledge that her destruction was entirely his fault.
“Fukai Mori,” Inuyasha soundtrack (Movieverse, Sam and Bumblebee)
The night streamed with falling stars. By the aching tension of Bumblebee’s hand beneath him, Sam guessed that none of those stars were Autobots. The first impacted miles away, outside of Tranquility, but Bumblebee trembled with a nearly silent whimper nevertheless.
Optimus had his head bowed, his optics dark. With a softly metallic shift, the angles of his mask rose to cover his face.
Sam swallowed hard. “It’ll be okay,” he whispered. “It’ll be okay. I believe in all of you.” His hands clenched against Bumblebee’s fingertips. “I really do.”
“Bette Davis Eyes,” Kim Carnes (Transformers: Animated, Optimus/Blackarachnia)
“I can’t,” Optimus gasped, lifting hands to her shoulders, but his fingers slid downward to curl over her forearms instead of pushing her away.
Her mouth was on his neck, her arms wrapped around his shoulders. Her fingers skittered through the cabling at his throat. “And I thought you were an optimist,” she laughed, her frame so unbearably warm against his own. “I think you can. I think you will.”
“Take My Breath Away,” Berlin (G1, Optimus/Starscream)
Tracing two fingertips along the razor edge of one wing, Optimus watched the delicate shuddering of the frame beneath his own. “I’m barely touching you,” he observed, optics narrowing in quiet amusement.
“You could do better,” Starscream agreed, then arched his back and cried out as Optimus slid fingertips beneath the fragile plating of the same wing, electricity crackling over sensors acutely sensitive to air currents.
“I would hate to disappoint you.”
“Fallin’ In Love,” Gloria Estefan (Transformers: Animated, Ratchet/Arcee)
Arcee never remembered a moment of inner resistance. Maybe the others wondered what she was about, so willing to bear Ratchet’s acerbic wit and callous temper, but she had plenty of experience looking beneath superficial surfaces to extract the truth. She remembered a warmth, an ache in his expression, and though his features had weathered since then, she recognized the same depth of feeling in every shift of his face.
That face was her first memory. It was a constant she would never forget.
“Sweet Dreams,” the Eurythmics (Movieverse, Optimus/Starscream)
His first touch spark to spark with Starscream shook him terribly. Optimus had imagined, but never understood, that a creature could experience pain so powerful that the touch of it became a craving. Bearing it became a blessing; surviving it became strength. In the impossible complexities of Starscream’s psyche, pain was not pleasure, but it permitted pleasure to exist.
Choose a subject and go - Writing: Put your entire music collection on shuffle, hit play, and write. Write for as long as each song plays and move on to a different writing when the song switches(even if it's mid-sentence). Go for ten songs(or five). If nothing comes, it still counts. If you're listening to a comedian, you can skip it.
“I Guess That’s Why They Call It the Blues,” Elton John (Movieverse, Optimus/Elita-One)
“Optimus,” Megatron hissed, and Optimus flinched, focusing again on the moment, wondering with an inward flutter of distress how much of the conversation he had missed. His attention wavered, drawn back to the tangled velvet of memory and fantasy, sleek metal curves beneath his hands and the touch of delicate fingers, the warmth of a spark more tempting than any other he had ever touched.
Megatron’s optics narrowed, pulling him back again. “Concentrate on what you are. Not on her.”
“Faithfully,” Journey (Movieverse, Optimus/Bumblebee)
How he loved the touch of those hands. Bumblebee trilled, frame arching, opening, arms wide and chest plates parting down the center, viciously willing. Smooth, so smooth despite their edges, Optimus’ fingers traced the gaping seam, concentration brilliant in his optics, shaken grace in his expression.
“How I have missed you, Bumblebee,” he murmured, and the humbled apology in his voice made Bumblebee wrap both arms around him. His years alone on Earth seemed long indeed, in retrospect.
“The Rose,” Bette Midler (Movieverse, Ironhide/Ratchet)
“Whatever you’re afraid of, it can’t be so terrible,” Ironhide said.
Ratchet shook his head, optics offline, his body wrapped in the strange and silent power of the other mech’s full embrace.
Slowly, Ironhide traced down his arm, hand closing over his. “I never expected perfection. Told you, I’m willing to fight for what’s worthwhile.” Ratchet sensed Ironhide’s grim smile. “Or to wait for it.”
“Be Near Me,” ABC (Transformers: Animated, Jazz/Prowl)
Jazz’s grin cast a light all its own, brighter than the pure reflections off his armor. “Always guessed ya could dance, since the moment I saw ya.” His hand caught Prowl’s, pulling them close enough that Prowl felt the heat of his systems, the musical beat of a vibrant spark. “Wondered what I’d hafta do, to get ya to dance with me.”
Hesitant, purposeful, Prowl slid one hand to the back of Jazz’s waist, a push to bring him closer yet. “Ask the right way,” he said.
“Who’s That Girl,” Madonna (Transformers: Animated, Ratchet/Arcee)
Ratchet was on his knees, without moving an inch. Amazing, infuriating, how emotion could render a mech more helpless than any injury. Something shifted in his chest, a painful thrum, as if his spark had a beat that could skip and stutter. He always tried his best to avoid her, but something in his systems led him constantly astray, putting them in uncomfortable proximity.
It wasn’t fair to Arcee. She remembered him as a face, a voice, and an unfamiliar if reassuring set of hands in the first moments of her rebirth. She refused to acknowledge that her destruction was entirely his fault.
“Fukai Mori,” Inuyasha soundtrack (Movieverse, Sam and Bumblebee)
The night streamed with falling stars. By the aching tension of Bumblebee’s hand beneath him, Sam guessed that none of those stars were Autobots. The first impacted miles away, outside of Tranquility, but Bumblebee trembled with a nearly silent whimper nevertheless.
Optimus had his head bowed, his optics dark. With a softly metallic shift, the angles of his mask rose to cover his face.
Sam swallowed hard. “It’ll be okay,” he whispered. “It’ll be okay. I believe in all of you.” His hands clenched against Bumblebee’s fingertips. “I really do.”
“Bette Davis Eyes,” Kim Carnes (Transformers: Animated, Optimus/Blackarachnia)
“I can’t,” Optimus gasped, lifting hands to her shoulders, but his fingers slid downward to curl over her forearms instead of pushing her away.
Her mouth was on his neck, her arms wrapped around his shoulders. Her fingers skittered through the cabling at his throat. “And I thought you were an optimist,” she laughed, her frame so unbearably warm against his own. “I think you can. I think you will.”
“Take My Breath Away,” Berlin (G1, Optimus/Starscream)
Tracing two fingertips along the razor edge of one wing, Optimus watched the delicate shuddering of the frame beneath his own. “I’m barely touching you,” he observed, optics narrowing in quiet amusement.
“You could do better,” Starscream agreed, then arched his back and cried out as Optimus slid fingertips beneath the fragile plating of the same wing, electricity crackling over sensors acutely sensitive to air currents.
“I would hate to disappoint you.”
“Fallin’ In Love,” Gloria Estefan (Transformers: Animated, Ratchet/Arcee)
Arcee never remembered a moment of inner resistance. Maybe the others wondered what she was about, so willing to bear Ratchet’s acerbic wit and callous temper, but she had plenty of experience looking beneath superficial surfaces to extract the truth. She remembered a warmth, an ache in his expression, and though his features had weathered since then, she recognized the same depth of feeling in every shift of his face.
That face was her first memory. It was a constant she would never forget.
“Sweet Dreams,” the Eurythmics (Movieverse, Optimus/Starscream)
His first touch spark to spark with Starscream shook him terribly. Optimus had imagined, but never understood, that a creature could experience pain so powerful that the touch of it became a craving. Bearing it became a blessing; surviving it became strength. In the impossible complexities of Starscream’s psyche, pain was not pleasure, but it permitted pleasure to exist.