Nebulous Prime now has 4000+ songs! Expect alot more of these
So Far Away by Stabbing Westward
Sunstreaker stopped at the entrance of the rec room and turned back the way he’d come. He’d heard Track’s voice, so unmistakable, across the space and he knew. He knew that if he walked into that room at this moment he would be in the brig before the end of the next cycle. Primarily because a particular officer had decided to join the lowly peasants and the artist had, so far, avoided “Assaulting an Officer.” If he went in, the only accomplishment would be getting that specific honor before Sideswipe.
Vivienne’s Death from the Mists of Avalon
Nothing remained of the city but rumble and smoke. The Decepticon attack had caught everyone by surprise, especially those who had, mere moments before been in those buildings. The horror existed beyond words and thoughts. Those that survived searched for their loved ones, hoping against hope that somehow everyone escaped.
Kiss the Girl (Pop Version) by Ashley Tisdale
Sideswipe grinned. He often grinned, but this particular grin made other mechs very nervous. They didn’t really have anything to worry about this time. He just couldn’t stop grinning at Springer. The triplechanger made the mistake of telling the Lambo he had it bad for Arcee but didn’t know what to do. The red twin did the only thing he could: teased and shoved Springer out in front of the proverbial bus, or in this case a pink femme. Sideswipe made a note to tell the green mech he really wasn’t doing that badly.
Space Cowboy by N*Sync
No body really minded when Astrotrain listened to music while he transported them, but his CHOICE of music absolutely drove them crazy. It just didn’t make any sense why the Decepticon’s more powerful triplechanger listened to sparkling femme human’s singing idols. No one dared report it to Megatron because he either wouldn’t believe them or he’d shoot whoever reported it. The worst part of all had to be that the Autobot Cosmos knew the triplechanger listened to the music. Not that he knew about it but that the UFO joined in!
Angelicus by Delerium
(Sticky verse what if)
She watched him as she danced. Her optics never left his as her body swayed and twisted. Across the crowded hall, packed with more mechs and femmes than she didn’t even bother to try and estimate, she kept her optics locked on with his. They were beautiful like her: a blue colder than frozen nitrogen and they simple begged for anyone to dare challenge her. He knew later he would see her, feel her, and would watch those optics go dark as he made her writhe under his touch.
The Thunder Rolls (Live) By Garth Brooks
Blaster slipped through the doors of the Ark in the dead of night, hoping that no one would see him. If they did, he hoped no one would ask him where he’d vanished to for the evening. He couldn’t help it. He HAD to go and see the Decepticon’s communication officer. There were decisions the Autobot made well before the war started that he had to live with and abide by. He knew if he were caught, he wouldn’t be the only facing the consequences. Others covered for him, just like he covered for those who had made similar decisions.
Petals of Wisdom by Anzan
She moved through her life as if everything belonged to her and remained precisely where she deemed it. In truth, she felt incredibly alone. She only, out of all the other femmes, had come to Earth with Ultra Magnus’ team. Arcee found herself at the heart of the entire Ark’s speculation. She had known it would eventually get her into trouble, becoming so close with her squad’s leader, Springer and Hotrod. She knew most of the underhanded remarks were made out of jealousy, as the Earth bound mechs hadn’t seen their femmes in vorns.
Preparation Montage (from National Treasure)
“Flame thrower?”
“Flame thrower.”
“Flame thrower fuel?”
“Flame thrower fuel.”
“Let’s wreck and rule.” Sandstorm slapped the fuel canister into place and approached the cold storage unit situated in their designated prep room on the Hub. Scoop acted as both backup and the one assigned to go get Topspin if things got bad. They (no one quite knew who to blame) had left some organic material in the unit before the last string of missions and whatever it was had grown. Grown to the point that the fearless team drew straws to figure out who would ‘take care’ of the problem. Sandstorm won (or lost depending on whose perspective it was) and ‘voluntold’ Scoop into helping him.
For Emily, Whenever I may Find Her by Simon and Garfunkle
He would recognize the blue gleam of chassis anywhere, even if vorns had past since he had seen it last. He could only hold her close to his chest, feeling silent tears run from her optics and down his chestplate. He hadn’t realized until that moment just how badly he had missed her.
Ninja Rap by Vanilla Ice
Prowl knew his battle computer was on the verge of crashing, every diagnostic program he possessed told him the same. The twins had decided to mimic an extinct subculture of humans called ‘ninjas’ as their entertainment of the cycle. He knew they were coming up with new ways to crash his computer and send him into stasis on purpose. At this point there was no other explanation that wouldn’t send the said computer over the brink. At that moment he vowed to string them up where they couldn’t get Internet access for a very, very long time.
Be My Baby Tonight by John Michael Montgomery
Jazz grinned at Firestar. That smile and the High Grade he;d offered her did the trick. He ignored the glares of Sideswipe, Cliffjumper, Inferno and Red Alert. It really wasn’t his fault the femme had blown every single one of them off in the course of a breem, and all it had taken to win her over was one look from the Porsche.
So Far Away by Stabbing Westward
Sunstreaker stared at the canvas in front of him. He had almost finished it, one of his best works since the war started. On the taunt material, Tracks looked back at him and the painting’s smirk just added to the rage he already felt. Later, others would speculate that he had broken out in a fit of rage, but in truth, the opposite occurred. The golden mech calmly picked up the knife he used for clay sculptures and carefully slashed the unfinished painting to strips of colored material that littered the corners of his quarters for cycles.
I Will Survive by Cake
Sideswipe lounged on the sofa in the rec room watching the news feed and sipping his Energon. He knew slagging well that Bumblebee had come in the room minus one teal femme and hadn’t moved a servo. He could see the yellow mech in the reflection of the screen and watched as the others greeted him and carried on like an uncomfortable tension hadn’t filled the room. The red mech refused to leave. He had every intention of staying exactly where he sat. One, he had gotten there first and two, Sunstreaker was currently destroying things in their quarters. The tension borderlined unbearable, but he refused to let it show how much the smaller mech had hurt him.
Infiltrating Ziro’s Lair (Star Wars Clone Wars)
They all knew it was a trap. A trap with Skywarp’s name scribbled all over it. Deep in a dark cave, in front of a flight of stairs, no source of light to be found and the Primus slagging laughter that echoed off the walls.
“Hey! Don’t push!” Gears yelled, and shoved an elbow back.
Someone pushed in return
Hit That by The Offspring
“I want to know who started the story and I want to know right now.” Springer demanded, glaring at his team.
The Wreckers looked back at him, a hologram of utter innocence. They knew that he didn’t know who started it and intended to keep it that way. In truth, Sandstorm and Whirl were the culprits that started the story that Springer had interfaced with the entire femme unit and made it convincing enough that Ironhide was gunning for the green triplechanger.