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; the link is just there in my profile. Check them out if you're interested~