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the song drabble meme
It's pretty simple and fun, folks. This is how this works!
( 01 ) Have a playlist ready! Don't use all your songs--try and narrow it down a little.
( 02 ) Let everyone know how many songs you're working with. Also, which characters you would be willing to write about.
( 03 ) 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)!
Take as long as you need; there's no time limits here!
And here's some helpful HTML to make it pretty!
Barricade and Nemvoy, 42
"Levitate" Hollywood Undead
Barricade is scary when he’s drunk.
At least, he thinks Barricade is drunk. The Saleen had claimed to be a lightweight with highgrade, and he’s swaying on his feet like he’s had one too many cubes… unless he just naturally sways his hips like that.
The cop’s lips have been curled back into a vicious grin that matches the look in his eyes for the past half-hour, and he’s been slowly peeling up armor for just as long. Nemesis hasn’t screamed or begged for it (or for it to end) once. He’s fairly certain that’s what keeps Cade coming back. Chromed claws dig into another seam, buckling the surrounding armor down, then up again as that claw curls in and pulls back, opening another gap along his back. He’d lost count of them somewhere along the way.
“C’mon, get up,” Barricade’s voice, slick and smooth with the tinge of a slur. “Got somethin’ special set up.”
The open air stings along his circuits and cables as he follows the other mech, and he wonders – not for the first time – how the other can stand to have so much exposed all the time. “What’s all of this about, Barricade?” he rumbles. Barricade just laughs, long and loud, pushing open a door to the next room.
Hanging from the ceiling is a nightmare contraption, all thick chains and heavy hooks, swaying and clinking against each other in the slight breeze. What is this about? He finally gets an answer, eventually… after Barricade’s prodded him under the thing and slipped the hooks into the new gaps in his armor, along his back and front and in his knees. The police car nears him for a moment, sliding a sharp dental along one antenna and chuckling low.
“I’m giving you the sky f’r a while, darlin’. If you can hack it~” Abruptly, Barricade’s present is gone, and with the scream of chains through pulleys, the hooks yank him up and the ground drops away.
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this is delicious