I wrote these between 2009 and 2010, first time posting them here on ff[dot]net. Did these for the music meme. I've split these into three chapters each: chapter 1 will contain drabbles from the G1ish universe, chapter 2 is all about Animated, and the third chapter has drabbles from the movie!verse. Enjoy!

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 don't own Transformers, and I don't own these songs. I sort of "own" them in the sense that in some way or another, I have them on some form of media, and probably procured them in an illegal fashion. But that's neither here nor there, right? Right. I suppose I also own any random background characters too.


Evident Utensil -by- Chairlift
As Prowl walked through the hallways of the Ark, the familiar sounds of his comrades conversing drifted into his audio. The steady, happy, sounds told him that everything was going good, there were no pranks being pulled, no emergencies, ahh, yes, nothing but the sweet silence of cogs in a great machine.
"Mu-wah."
Then there was that sound. He blinked (well, if he could blink, he was sure that he would have blinked), and listened again. It was a sort of sucking noise, followed suddenly by an elated joy, the source coming from Wheeljack's lab. Curious, Prowl peeked his head through one of the open doors to the lab, only to see the disturbing sight of 'Jack noisily kissing a rather large yellow piece of wood with a sort of rubbery bit on the top. Knowing that further inquiry would only make his processors fritz, Prowl carefully backed away from the doors as fast as he could.

Natasha Beats The Devil -by- 65daysostatic
The Decepticon cassette listened to the sound patterns etched upon the tape film- it hurt because of how deep he felt the pain- no not his- hers. That damn Rosanna. Who did she think she was? How dare she... to compose this... and to make him feel this way. Primus be damned, she recorded it only to be played when her spark expired. She wasn't carrying useful information, as he had originally thought; it was just the ghost of an old relationship turned sour due to war.

Never Gonna Give You Up -by- Rick Astley
Interesting things had a tendency to happen when the Decepticon superior officers got drunk together at their centennial "Bad-Aft Motherboard-Fragger Convention". Specifically, the interesting things happened because of Soundwave. There would be awkward times when the normally silent communications bot would play cheesy human '80's ballads, sometimes (most of the time) dedicating them to Megatron.

Ants Marching -by- Dave Matthews Band
"Yuck."
Hound's audio perked up at the small, squeakish sound, followed by a swift smacking sound of plastic hitting dirt. He looked to his left, at the young human female designated as Jill. Jill was a pleasant little addition to the growing family of humans helping out at the Autobot base. Hound adored these smaller versions of humans, and often found himself standing watch over the children as they played outside.
"Eww!" Jill shrieked again, hitting the ground with a small plastic yellow shovel. Hound looked over at the ground. "What's wrong, Jill?"
"Ants." The five-year old answered seriously, inspecting the dirt for survivng ants. She stared, shovel ready to smack. "You don't like ants, Jill?" Hound asked, amused. Jill enjoyed the natural world and could often be found playing outside, rather than planted in front of a television like the other children. "I hate them!" She yelled, hitting a small mound of light-brown sand.
"Why is that?"
"They're small an' gross. An' they're ever-e-where." Jill looked up at Hound. "You're big! Hound, you should step on all of them!"
"But why would I want to do that? Ants may be small, but they're capable of some amazing things. Underneath those dirt hills, they build complex tunnel systems."

Jill blinked, unable to understand why something as big as Hound did not want to step on the icky bugs. Hound picked up on her confusion, and bent down to get closer to her.
"You know Jill, to us, you humans are as small as ants. But you don't see us stepping on you, right?"
Jill gasped and threw down the plastic shovel. "Yeah, you're right!"