The Song Drabble Meme

[whistlesatengineers]

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!

<b>Characters:</b> -Name || (<lj site="livejournal.com" user="username"></lj> ) -Name || (<lj site="livejournal.com" user="username"></lj> ) <b>Number of Tracks:</b>

Comments

[sgt-crockets.livejournal.com]

NOT LISTING THE SONG TITLE BECAUSE IT WILL BECOME APPARENT IN THE PROSE, I SWEAR.

---

There was no battle scheduled at Viaduct that day, and that made Soldier restless. The snow crunched beneath his boots as he stalked about outside the base. Crazy? Of course. Though Soldier was not alone out there, as he came across Pyro out crouching in the snow. Soldier did a double take as Pyro would be one of the last people he'd expect out in the cold.

"What in god's name are you doing out here?!"

Pyro looked up and waved at Soldier with excitement, beckoning him to come over to look at the birds pecking at his feet, his glove full of bread crumbs. It was the most unmanly sight Soldier ever did see. Disgusting. He marched up to Pyro with sneer on his face, causing the birds to scatter as he approached. A muffled sigh hummed though the filter of Pyro's mask as he stood back up and turned to Soldier, who just continued to scowl at the birds as they settled back onto the snow.

"Hrrhh!" said Pyro as he took Soldier's hand and stuck all of his bread crumbs into it.

"What?!" the American barked, turning his scowl from Pyro to his fist full of breadcrumbs and back. Pyro's shoulders dropped, shaking his head before taking Soldier's arms and extending them out toward the birds. "If you think I am going to play your stupid game, maggot, you-" Soldier fell silent as soon as a bird bolder than most fluttered into the palm of Soldier's hand and pecked at the crumbs. The scowl dissipated into a confused, lost expression of "Wat now?!" which made Pyro clap and give a thumbs up.

"Hrdd hnn. Brr rhhgh bhhk," he said, before romping off to get more bread from the base. Upon Pyro's return, he found that Soldier had not moved an inch, standing like a very angry statue. He was so still that the birds had begun to make the seemingly paralyzed mercenary their perch, chattering as if he wasn't even there. Pyro erupted into laughter at the sight, and Soldier only responded by drawing in a deep breath through his nose, not saying a word.

Pyro knelt down to drop the bag of bread in the snow. Soldier watched as the resident arsonist began to scoop up a sizable amount of snow in his gloves. By the time Soldier realized what Pyro was doing, he could not react to the snowball hurtling toward his face. The impact made the birds fly up into the sky again.

"YOU HAVE JUST SIGNED YOUR DEATH WARRANT!" the Soldier roared as he wiped the snow awat. Pyro only continued to point and laugh at the disgruntled American, who now was grabbing an armful of snow in retaliation. He stood up, lifting it over his head to throw at his teammate...only to be struck with another snowball to the face. This caused him to drop his own snowball back onto his helmet. In frustration, the Soldier's battle cry rang throughout the base as he charged toward the fleeing Pyro armed with a snowball or two.

"Who would 'ave thought?" Spy snickered, watching the scene unfold from the a nearby window.

"Awful peculiar," responded the Engineer, stroking his chin in thought.

"Perhaps zhere is somezink zhere zat vasn't there before," mused Medic.

"What are you guys even freakin' talkin' about?!" Scout just stared blankly behind his teammates observing the spectacle.

"I'll tell ya when yer older, boy," Engineer chuckled, patting the taller Scout on the head before walking off toward his workshop. Spy and Medic also took this cue to disperse back to their normal duties, leaving the baffled Scout to ponder the implications of their exchange alone.

---

is this allowed

[hows-the-knee.livejournal.com]

Red and Virgil?:D

#46

[allshock-notalk.livejournal.com]

Characters:
-Soundwave || (allshock_notalk )
-Thane Krios || (eighttotwelve )
Number of Tracks: NARROWING THIS CRAP DOWN. 32.

ahaha you are evil~

[suckitimashark.livejournal.com]

Under Pressure- Queen and David Bowie

Virgil should have known by then that nothing in the station was ever quite what it seemed. Holograms, humanoid AIs and almost-humans seemed to dominate- and that didn't even touch on the troop of sky high armor monkeys mucking about with guns. Out of armor, York wasn't all that intimidating and he had seemed like a safe enough person to mess with. The dopey red-headed girl had peered at him from York with wide, curious eyes.

He couldn't even remember what he had said- just that it had made York take a step forward like a protective father. Virgil had shoved back with a malicious grin on his face and then--

He was on the floor with something oppressively heavy sitting squarely on his chest. That little redhead was heavier than she had any right to be.

[alaspooryork]

Jorge and Emile

uh

15

[heterochromiia.livejournal.com]

Being very conservative with what I added.

Sollux [heterochromiia] || Number of Tracks: 31

[whistlesatengineers]

Soundwave and T-800, 32

[heterochromiia.livejournal.com]

Virgil and Shep. Her owning his ass. 33. LET'S DO THIS MANNNN

[heterochromiia.livejournal.com]

Shodan modifying Sollux. 222 because lol bifurcation fetish.

[twinkieroast.livejournal.com]

..........GODDAMMIT, I DIED

Somehow. Just, somehow. This totally works and is completely in character for the both of them.

/spams everyone with this because it is amazing

[twinkieroast.livejournal.com]

THANE AND EUPHIE. 15

:D

[hows-the-knee.livejournal.com]

awesooooome

My money's on Red.

[terminatenomore.livejournal.com]

Sollux and the shadow

numbero dos

[machine-god.livejournal.com]

Sollux / Feferi, 12

... can I request a second, because if so, Bro and Sollux, 23.

[machine-god.livejournal.com]

Soundwave / Shockwave

14

[machine-god.livejournal.com]

222 - Between Worlds by mind.in.a.box
holy shit yes (http://www.lyricstime.com/mind-in-a-box-between-worlds-lyrics.html) I will work on this soon

[sgt-crockets.livejournal.com]

When I got the song at first I was like "WAT WAT?! TF2 AND DISNEY WAT" but then it surprisingly worked. :|c

[machine-god.livejournal.com]

Tangled and caged, bound and engaged; he dreamed.

He was used to dreaming. Once, he'd dreamed in twos – gold and violet, always two dreams to greet the dusk. Then he'd stopped sleeping, for to sleep was to have the darkness stare back at him, and no matter what she said about them being not so bad, he couldn't quite believe her.

These were no longer his dreams. These were different dreams; horrific dreams. Half were his native dreams, filled with rage and pity, guilt and futility, sorrow and pain, hatred and rain. He dreamed of killing those he hated; he dreamed of instantly regretting it. He dreamed of being in the military, he dreamed that Alternia had never fallen, he dreamed that it burned and he stood on his surface and his hands were covered in colors as rainbows filled the streets. No cocoon to soothe these here, no slime to soothe the nightmares.

But all things come in twos. And the second half was... new.

He dreamed of silicon and steel, he dreamed of cable and wire, he dreamed of logic and cold codes. Not unusual in itself – sometimes he did dream in code. Yet in this case the codes were his thoughts (half his thoughts) and the wires were in his blood, turning yellow to silver, plasma to electricity. And in those dreams she whispered, no physical presence but only her imprint, all around him and slipping slowly inside him.

The steel dreams soothed the colored ones, taking down the pain and rage and guilt and fear.

Give ⁱⁿ. _Let go.

He stands between worlds. He stands as always on the cusp, feet straddling the border. On the one side a swirl of rage, emotions out of control, too many memories and too much to bear. And on the other, the comfort of logic, that which he has always taken refuge in.

She calls to him.

But on the other side, amidst the swirl of colors and the tumult of emotion, there is that one thread of Tyrian purple.

He picks it up and holds it close. This is something he has almost forgotten, and it pulls him towards the other side.

_YOU cannot ^DEFY ME

He holds it closer. In the real world, he is still trapped in a nightmare of pipes and cables; the machine goddess holds him in her claws as she makes him into something truly bifurcated. He is aware, even through his dreams, that she is cutting his skin, that she is replacing warm flesh with something cold and alien.

He holds to that thread. He refuses to move to the other side.

He will stand, as always, between worlds.

[cuttlefishcull.livejournal.com]

Sollux, Feferi, Karkat - 30

:>

[cuttlefishcull.livejournal.com]

Feferi || (cuttlefishcull )
Number of Tracks: 27

bleghgnghg

[puppetfetishist.livejournal.com]

Awake

Pretty much everyone was certain that Virgil and Bro were the two biggest idiots on the station. Well, most everyone. A few thought that Virgil was hilarious and that Bro really was the coolest dude on the planet. But most were in agreement: those two guys? Total fucking morons.

Bro had a slightly different philosophy on the matter. He, too, thought that Virgil was kind of an idiot, and he mostly hung out with Fishboy for irony's sake.

But here's the thing - Virgil may have been a bit of a dumbass, but he had a lot more fun than anyone else on this fucking station (or so Bro reasoned). Dudes needed to get a sense of humor. They weren't getting off of this place any time, and tomorrow they could all drop dead.

Why not have a bit of fun?

He grinned as fishboy finished hotwiring the hovercar he had one foot on. He could hear the SPARTANS rolling closer in their warthog.

"Yo, fishface, you ready to roll?"

"You know it, broseph."

He hopped into the back seat as Virgil took the wheel. It was a good day to be awake.

[puppetfetishist.livejournal.com]

Feferi & Zombie, track 13

[heterochromiia.livejournal.com]

Feferi & Karkat, 9
and Fef/Sol 25 if you want ♥

[terminatenomore.livejournal.com]

Oh man, I am liking these very much.

/rips all of these into mp3 files >.>

pfffft awesomeness!

[whistlesatengineers]

Oh, those two <3