C.M.D: Because these things are addicting... and Randomus Prime and myself decided to do one drawing and one writing music meme together. Primus... the differences between each of ours would be almost funny if it weren't so sad... Weeeeeeeeeeeelp, what can you do?
Originally posted June 5, 2011
The Coldest Story Ever Told- Kanye West
(Any verse)
Starscream stared out into the dark of the void, almost feeling the cold finger of space touch his frame. How he longed to step out from the ship and lose himself in that nether; to jet off into the unknown and never return.
It would be a perfect escape.
It would be utter cowardice.
His pride -his dignity- could not allow it.
Years from now, when others would look back and ask, they would not understand. But try as he might, Starscream could stand by him no longer.
He could not trust Megatron to even pretend to be the leader he boasted.
It would be too much of a lie.
Maybe then... the others could comprehend.
Crying Over You- Platinum Blonde
(IDW-based)
Tracks lifted the gun, holding it level even though the rest of him threatened to fall apart.
Looking back at him, was the glow of a red visor; its silent owner refusing to even speak.
"Liar...," the corvette hissed. "Traitor."
Soundwave did not respond to these accusations. There was no need. Tracks shuttered his optics, quickly, before glaring at the other mech again. His spark felt cold, dead, and he knew why. Because this mech that he had loved -cherished more than anything in all of this universe!- had suddenly turned on them, him, taking down the Senate and spear-heading Megatron's rise to tyranny.
"Walk away," Tracks commanded. "Before I shoot you dead right here and now."
Soundwave inclined his helm. "As you will," he replied, his voice even more monotonous than before.
Slowly, he turned and walked off into the darkness.
See You Again- Miley Cyrus
(G1 verse)
Perceptor flushed, fingers scrambling as he tried to keep hold of his datapad. His efforts were pointless though because it fell all the same. Blushing further, with embarrassment this time, the microscope quickly bent to retrieve his work. Sideswipe turned away from the video game for a moment to watch the mech, optic ridge quirked curiously.
"What, you gonna oil yourself too?," Gears cruelly commented.
Perceptor squeaked, freezing altogether. He slowly rose, coolant pooling in his optics before he ran off. All he had wanted to do was talk to the Twins!
Sunstreaker looked over at Tracks, who had also watched the scientist run away. "What was his problem?"
Tracks smirked knowingly, shaking his helm. "Nothing, my dear boy. Nothing whatsoever."
Not Afraid- Eminem
(IDW verse)
War had come to Cybertron; war was reality.
And he had made it possible.
Megatron smirked, looking over the ravaged plain; the crackling fires and spiraling Towers collapsing to the ground as they were shot apart. And all around, the bodies of mechs and femmes alike. All those Cybertronians who had thought themselves better than the gun-former, who tried to push him down further under their heel -stealing away his life, income and home.
But no more.
Now, this world would be his own to command and own. Now, all would have to bow down to him and obey his law. Anything else, and permanent offlining would be their end.
He had created war...and through its ashes, he'd make a new world.
Out of Control- Capital Lights
(TFA verse)
Bumblebee threw his arms wide open, standing before the precipice, intakes coming in short, ragged gasps.
"Wasp!," he screamed to the air. The large techno-organic turned at the cry; energon running freely down his chestplates and metasoma. "Wasp, please, come back!"
"Waspinator... n-not listen to Bumblebot," the predacon hissed, flapping his wings further to the volatile reactor. It was flashing all sorts of colours now, alarms shrieking as it reached overload.
"Fine," the scout whispered, gritting his denta tightly together. "Don't listen -just watch!" Not giving it a second thought, he ran toward the techno-organic and the exploding reactor; set on saving the friend he had always wanted and the person he had condemned wrongly.
Only The Strong- Flaw
(TFA verse)
Wasp was insane. That's what they said; that's how they treated him.
But Wasp wasn't so unstable. In fact, many things still worked fine in his processor -only twisted and disjointed from the abuse he received undeservedly at the Stockades.
He was smart. But he was burdened by memories.
Too many of them.
Bumblebee remained resolutely in his processor, the one he must seek revenge on.
There were others though... Sentinel, and Longarm, and Ironhide. The mechs that would not give him even the time to claim his innocence, quickly turning their backs on him at the vaguest hint of treason. They would have to pay as well.
But first, he would need to become more powerful.
As weak as he was... he knew he stood no chance.
The spider-bot promised such, and Wasp, seeing no other option, walked into the transwarp container.
Born For This- Paramore
(G1 verse)
When Jazz and Blaster set up the sound system, everyone was skeptical.
But with the first song, blaring pounding music and lyrics that everyone could relate to in some way, their doubts were quickly erased and the Ark was soon filled with excited, dancing mechs.
War had taught them many things.
Sing every song that they could, love as much as they were able, and always look towards the future.
And never, ever give up hope.
Tell Me Something I Don't Know- Selena Gomez
(G1 verse)
Nobody thought that he might have fallen in love.
Surely, the voices whispering in the back of his processor declared their outright distaste for his feelings. But what was he to care? Really, it wasn't like he hadn't heard any of this before. Being security director put him dead center in the heart of the rumor mill.
Yet Red Alert was determined all the same.
Inferno loved him back, and that was enough.
Frag Optimus and Prowl -even the rest of the Ark!- as long as he had the firetruck, then it was alright.
He was in love after all.
Silver and Cold- AFI
(Any verse)
Energon soaked the ground, pouring freely from his wounds. The holes that had been made, from the hail of unrelenting laser fire, would be enough to offline any other mech.
But he couldn't fall...
Not yet...
His pedes moved forward, though his direction was unknown. His processor was blank, scrambled by too much feedback and the slow extinguish of his spark, with the exception of a face that filled the entire space. That face, those lips, those optics... they pulled at his exhausted form, pushing him onwards.
He couldn't give up, they said, not right now.
The battle had to be fought still... the war, eventually, won.
Others would call him a monster, they would turn away from him, but it mattered not in the end.
Because he only had one point in life anyways.
To protect the light shining in those optics, of the face in his processor.
Which To Bury, Us Or The Hatchet- Relient K
(G1 verse)
They always offered mercy; it was practically in their coding.
The Autobots would fight with the Decepticons, and usually, they would win. But even when they stood over their fallen enemies, blasters at the ready, they always stepped back just the slightest, allowing the other the chance to retreat.
Why? The Autobots sometimes wondered. Why give the Decepticons the freedom to flee, when they would only come back and attack them and other innocent people the very next day?
Because of freedom.
Freedom allowed the Autobots to live the way they wished, and it did the same for the Decepticons. The choices were always there...
That was a right that no being should ever revoke of another.
Optimus recalled that, the lesson instilled in him from the time he was fixed and was transformed from Orion Pax.
He only wished that Megatron might see that as well someday.
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