THE SONG DRABBLE MEME

[bounty-chaser.livejournal.com]

My God, that guy looks a lot like Cillian Murphy

THE SONG DRABBLE MEME

WHAT BE THE RULES NAH?
1. Have a playlist ready! Don't use all your songs--try and narrow it down a little.
2. Let everyone know how many songs you're working with. Also, which characters you would be willing to write about.
3. Others tag your post, picking a character or pairing or friendship or familial relationship or whatever, and then choose a number from your list.
04. Write a drabble related to that song, using that/those character(s)!

Comments

[godamongmortals.livejournal.com]

Sephiroth
Aziraphale
Lymle

1000 songs to work with. ^_^

[stabbywheelfeet.livejournal.com]

fffff he would do it too.

[doingscience]

Plastic Man
GLaDOS
Asrana
Nero

Aaaaand 692 songs to work with.

[stabbywheelfeet.livejournal.com]

GLaDOS and Sideswipe, 433

[rihoooon.livejournal.com]

Ladd
Manuela
Cain

And I got 833 songs.

Re: REV

[loving-killing.livejournal.com]

Rion and Cain, 101

AND/OR

Alex, 299. because the world needs more Alex 8)

[loving-killing.livejournal.com]

Kyle riding on his 3-legged pony. 3.

YOU KNOW IT

[loving-killing.livejournal.com]

( I'm so sorry I never got to the one you gave me last time asflksjdf - the song I got was a hard techno song with no lyrics 8| )

LADD AND LUA 17

[causeshardons.livejournal.com]

( you could have just told me and I would have picked another number. Like I'm about to ask you. 1734 is a song about Harry Potter and Mary Sue. ajskjwha )

[uraniumnumnum.livejournal.com]

LMFAO seriously 8| OKAY UH UH 1204

[killmeloving.livejournal.com]

LADD AND LUA #35

[uraniumnumnum.livejournal.com]

IT HAPPENED AGAIN 8| sob CAN I HAVE ANOTHER NUMBER...

[killmeloving.livejournal.com]

13, 753, 5, 109, 12, 64 ANY OF THOSE WORK?

[uraniumnumnum.livejournal.com]

ONE OF THEM WILL

/DETERMINED FACE

[killmeloving.livejournal.com]

seriously (http://www.mediafire.com/?9selqzo55nc0yzb)

Re: SARA

[lady-adventure.livejournal.com]

All of your characters together 745 go.

[mutedsecrets.livejournal.com]

Chane Laforet
Kaylee Frye
Sally
Wendy Darling

65 songs

[mutedsecrets.livejournal.com]

Wendy and Lara, 237

[policebrand.livejournal.com]

Just York :|

I got 588 songs so yeah- PUT ME TO WORK

[frogwolf.livejournal.com]

Sideswipe and Optimus, 621

[like-a-bossbot.livejournal.com]

Derptimus Prime.

521 songs.

[stabbywheelfeet.livejournal.com]

Sideswipe and Optimus. 73

[deprivedofboth.livejournal.com]

LMAO that is amazing kjfdghkj.

EVERYONE || 9000

[redfirelight.livejournal.com]

[Cell Block Tango; Chicago (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IiKx3JbJwt0) God what is this I don't even]

They weren't denying it. Strangely, enough. He expected denial until the bitter end, a pair of convicts protesting their innocence for the entire time they were trapped in the strange prison. Not that he approved of such a thing - he'd much rather criminals got exactly what they deserved, regardless of species, regardless of sex.

The first plead insanity. However, she didn't deny what she'd done, either. It was difficult for her to, when she was discovered at the scene of the crime, covered in blood, the murder weapon still in hand - a sword of all things. He hadn't seen a sword in years. Not since that one incident with the hanar in Zeta ward. "I did it," she told him, all of them. "I thought he was a zombie. It looked like, he looked like... God, if you'd have seen it..."

And after that, she trailed off into inconsolable sobbing and babbling. Apologizing, asking him to tell the dead man she was sorry. Garrus shook his head - hell of a way for a first date to end. The girl was remorseful, yes, but hardly innocent. Neither of the new arrivals were.

The second was a synthetic - imprisoned for the murder of one of his own. Granted, Garrus really didn't understand their factions, nor did he care to try and figure it out. Gang wars, that's all it was, as far as he was concerned. Seemed as if the synthetic, the big silver one, got a little too drunk, got mixed up with one of the other side. He didn't deny it either, nor did he put in any other plea but drunken rage.

How could a robot even get drunk?

Still, he wrote it down anyway. The pair had it coming, whatever it was they got.

Sideswipe and Optimus, 621

[stabbywheelfeet.livejournal.com]

[. . . Right Kind Of Wrong; LeAnn Rimes. (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sc7mSNL5ees)]

It wasn't hard to get a feel for Sideswipe's standing in Nautilus. He wasn't popular, unless by "popular" one meant "a popular victim of punishment", or "a popular target". He had a terrible attitude, a smart mouth, an unparalleled lust for combat, and a gift for making terrible, horrible innuendo at anyone and anything he thought he could get away with making it at.

He was also one of the most loyal, dedicated, and protective beings Optimus had ever run across during his time in the city.

It made things very confusing to say the least.

On the one hand, Optimus felt a duty to try and rein in the antagonistic Autobot. But on the other, he was glad for the support, and the protection, despite how cloying it felt, at times. Compounding the problem was the silver 'Bot's tendency to... be touchy. Apparently, being Sideswipe's friend meant dealing with silver armor sprawled all over you at any given time.

Optimus... probably should have minded it more than he did. He wasn't used to such close contact. He allowed it, thought, and never remarked on any discomfort, because, really, over time, he was starting to get used to it. Maybe even enjoy it to a degree he knew he shouldn't. There was a line, it was inappropriate.

But, then again, Sideswipe seemed programmed to cross lines. He seemed to know just when Optimus' grip on his leadership position was slipping, and when that meant he needed to be supportive, and when that meant he could drape himself across the shorter Autobot's lap, or sling an arm around smaller shoulders.

Or when he could clamber up onto the couch beside Prime, laying across him like some kind of monstrous silver cat, high-performance engine purring a mile a minute. He knew he should shove Sideswipe away, discuss with him the nature of personal space. But he was slowly losing his desire to.

And when they ended up tangled up together after a night of drunken revelry neither one of them could really remember, each of them liberally streaked in each others' paint, Optimus couldn't help but wonder if that had been Sideswipe's plan all along.