Song Writer 2
1. Pick a character, pairing, or fandom you like.
2. Turn on your music player and put it on random/shuffle.
3. Write a drabble related to each song that plays. You only have the time frame of the song to finish the drabble; you start when the song starts, and stop when it's over. No lingering afterwards!
4. Do ten of these, then post them.
Ok so I did 5 simply because it was on the spur of the moment and I wanted to do a spot of writing before bedtime without pulling up any in-progress fics (because those would have me going for hours). They're all off the top of my head, with no forethought or planning... and strangely a lot of the songs that came up were pretty angsty XP
Pairing is G1 Prowl/Jazz
Rating is a PG since there's nothing really explicit going on.
Notes: they're also kinda crap. Not my best work here...
On Without You - Backstreet Boys
“You’re stronger than this…”
Jazz glared at the seemingly empty space before him, his spark crying out within him for it’s other half that it could sense yet couldn’t feel.
“How dare you!” he growled. “You took my spark and you left me! And now you expect me to move on?!” If he could have hit the ghostly apparition, he would have. “And yet here you are… still here, haunting me.”
“I can’t move on till you do, Jazz.”
The solid black-and-white shook his head. “I can’t go on without you. Even without you hoverin’ over my shoulder it’s impossible. You’re in everythin’ I see, everywhere I look.”
“So are you.”
“Then I guess we’re in the same boat. You can’t leave, I can’t move on.”
The ethereal form flickered in and out. “I have no right to ask you to come with me.”
“Maybe not, Prowl,” Jazz said quietly. “But y’still have my spark… what’s left of it.”
“And you have mine, Jazz… all of it.”
Nights in White Satin - Rua
Jazz stood on the shore, watching the dark, nearly black waves crash gently onto the sand, the only giveaway being their white foamy crests. The warm night breeze blew in with the tide, doing little to ease the heat from his armour that had warmed up during the course of the afternoon.
Behind him, further up the beach, a band played to entertain human guests at a seaside café as they tucked into their dinner. Jazz refused to look in that direction. He was missing his own partner who was supposed to have been there with him… but had yet to return after being called back to work.
The night would soon come to an end.
The song the band played promised romance, passion and love… and Jazz tried to tune it out. He was feeling little of it right now. Sighing, he looked down and scuffed the sand with his foot, then looked back over the dark water.
“ ‘Cause I love you… yes I love you…”
Something cool wrapped around him and a voice sang softly into his audios. He glanced at the white hands that draped a length of a white satin scarf over his shoulders, then looked back into Prowl’s bright blue optics.
“Oh, how I love you.” Prowl leaned closer and kissed him, tender and deep.
Like a Prayer - Glee Cast ver.
Prowl knew that voice anywhere.
Be it in the middle of a battle or across a crowded room, Prowl could pick out that voice, clear as a silver trumpet blowing at the break of dawn… and every time he heard it, something within his spark sang in reply.
Because the mech’s voice was literally music to his audios. To other mechs maybe it was a slight lilt or accent, but to Prowl… just to hear the mech’s voice was listening to a symphony or a choir bursting into song.
It could lift his spirits to the highest heavens or bring them crashing down to earth depending on the mech’s mood, but he didn’t care. As long as he could still hear him, that was enough for Prowl.
“Prowl?”
“Is my singin’ disturbin’ ya?”
“No Jazz, please carry on.”
Snow on the Sahara - Anggun
Sometimes Prowl cursed the circumstances that put his mate into positions that he didn’t deserve to be in.
“You did everything you could, Jazz.”
He held the mech in his arms, trying to offer what comfort he could through that simple gesture, even as his spark reached to comfort its partner with warm feelings of strength and support.
“It wasn’t enough. It’s never enough.” The beautiful melodic voice Prowl loved so much sounded broken.
“No it’s never enough, but sometimes it’s too much for one mech to bear alone.”
Jazz curled up closer and tighter against him, trying to stop the burning tears that ran down his face, the slight trembling of his shoulders. His spark mourned the newest lives lost and sought comfort in its mate.
“I don’t want to carry this all by myself.”
“Then let me help you. It’s what I’m here for.” Prowl gently dabbed at the tears. “To tell you it’s going to be okay.” Even if he knew that sometimes it was a lie.
Teenage Wildlife - AJ McLean
There was only so much work they could do away from each other before one of them snapped. The last time this situation occurred, it had been Prowl who snapped first, tossing the datapad he held against the wall and stalking out of his office to find Jazz and drag him off to their room
This time it was Jazz who had had enough. He marched to Prime’s office where Prowl, Ironhide and the Autobot Leader were still debating matters down to the finer points. Without so much as knocking he went inside, grabbed Prowl’s wrist and hauled him out.
He kept his grip on the tactician’s hand even as they left the Ark together and ran through the forest and up a slope to a hilltop.
“Jazz, slow down… where are we even going?” Prowl asked.
“I don’t know, don’t even care. Just need t’get away from that place for a while.”
“But what do you intend to do?”
Jazz stopped just short of the summit and sat down on the grass, looking up at the stars and the night sky. “Howl at the moonlight.” He shrugged and looked at Prowl. “I love you.”
Prowl smiled and sat beside him. “I love you, too.”
2. Turn on your music player and put it on random/shuffle.
3. Write a drabble related to each song that plays. You only have the time frame of the song to finish the drabble; you start when the song starts, and stop when it's over. No lingering afterwards!
4. Do ten of these, then post them.
Ok so I did 5 simply because it was on the spur of the moment and I wanted to do a spot of writing before bedtime without pulling up any in-progress fics (because those would have me going for hours). They're all off the top of my head, with no forethought or planning... and strangely a lot of the songs that came up were pretty angsty XP
Pairing is G1 Prowl/Jazz
Rating is a PG since there's nothing really explicit going on.
Notes: they're also kinda crap. Not my best work here...
On Without You - Backstreet Boys
“You’re stronger than this…”
Jazz glared at the seemingly empty space before him, his spark crying out within him for it’s other half that it could sense yet couldn’t feel.
“How dare you!” he growled. “You took my spark and you left me! And now you expect me to move on?!” If he could have hit the ghostly apparition, he would have. “And yet here you are… still here, haunting me.”
“I can’t move on till you do, Jazz.”
The solid black-and-white shook his head. “I can’t go on without you. Even without you hoverin’ over my shoulder it’s impossible. You’re in everythin’ I see, everywhere I look.”
“So are you.”
“Then I guess we’re in the same boat. You can’t leave, I can’t move on.”
The ethereal form flickered in and out. “I have no right to ask you to come with me.”
“Maybe not, Prowl,” Jazz said quietly. “But y’still have my spark… what’s left of it.”
“And you have mine, Jazz… all of it.”
Nights in White Satin - Rua
Jazz stood on the shore, watching the dark, nearly black waves crash gently onto the sand, the only giveaway being their white foamy crests. The warm night breeze blew in with the tide, doing little to ease the heat from his armour that had warmed up during the course of the afternoon.
Behind him, further up the beach, a band played to entertain human guests at a seaside café as they tucked into their dinner. Jazz refused to look in that direction. He was missing his own partner who was supposed to have been there with him… but had yet to return after being called back to work.
The night would soon come to an end.
The song the band played promised romance, passion and love… and Jazz tried to tune it out. He was feeling little of it right now. Sighing, he looked down and scuffed the sand with his foot, then looked back over the dark water.
“ ‘Cause I love you… yes I love you…”
Something cool wrapped around him and a voice sang softly into his audios. He glanced at the white hands that draped a length of a white satin scarf over his shoulders, then looked back into Prowl’s bright blue optics.
“Oh, how I love you.” Prowl leaned closer and kissed him, tender and deep.
Like a Prayer - Glee Cast ver.
Prowl knew that voice anywhere.
Be it in the middle of a battle or across a crowded room, Prowl could pick out that voice, clear as a silver trumpet blowing at the break of dawn… and every time he heard it, something within his spark sang in reply.
Because the mech’s voice was literally music to his audios. To other mechs maybe it was a slight lilt or accent, but to Prowl… just to hear the mech’s voice was listening to a symphony or a choir bursting into song.
It could lift his spirits to the highest heavens or bring them crashing down to earth depending on the mech’s mood, but he didn’t care. As long as he could still hear him, that was enough for Prowl.
“Prowl?”
“Is my singin’ disturbin’ ya?”
“No Jazz, please carry on.”
Snow on the Sahara - Anggun
Sometimes Prowl cursed the circumstances that put his mate into positions that he didn’t deserve to be in.
“You did everything you could, Jazz.”
He held the mech in his arms, trying to offer what comfort he could through that simple gesture, even as his spark reached to comfort its partner with warm feelings of strength and support.
“It wasn’t enough. It’s never enough.” The beautiful melodic voice Prowl loved so much sounded broken.
“No it’s never enough, but sometimes it’s too much for one mech to bear alone.”
Jazz curled up closer and tighter against him, trying to stop the burning tears that ran down his face, the slight trembling of his shoulders. His spark mourned the newest lives lost and sought comfort in its mate.
“I don’t want to carry this all by myself.”
“Then let me help you. It’s what I’m here for.” Prowl gently dabbed at the tears. “To tell you it’s going to be okay.” Even if he knew that sometimes it was a lie.
Teenage Wildlife - AJ McLean
There was only so much work they could do away from each other before one of them snapped. The last time this situation occurred, it had been Prowl who snapped first, tossing the datapad he held against the wall and stalking out of his office to find Jazz and drag him off to their room
This time it was Jazz who had had enough. He marched to Prime’s office where Prowl, Ironhide and the Autobot Leader were still debating matters down to the finer points. Without so much as knocking he went inside, grabbed Prowl’s wrist and hauled him out.
He kept his grip on the tactician’s hand even as they left the Ark together and ran through the forest and up a slope to a hilltop.
“Jazz, slow down… where are we even going?” Prowl asked.
“I don’t know, don’t even care. Just need t’get away from that place for a while.”
“But what do you intend to do?”
Jazz stopped just short of the summit and sat down on the grass, looking up at the stars and the night sky. “Howl at the moonlight.” He shrugged and looked at Prowl. “I love you.”
Prowl smiled and sat beside him. “I love you, too.”