#echoinggoat

[rudeyhimbo]

is this too much to post on tumblr? I'll find out

[liaswritesrobots]

(1/2) Hi! I sent a matchup forever ago but if i could get one for Transformers prime and RID15 that would be great!! Im a 5'2" female with a pixie cut, black hair, green eyes, and pretty sharp canines. I love to draw, mostly creepy things and monsters! Im not very talkative unless im comfortable around a person i really like. I tend to go into sensory overload when way to many things are going on.

I match you with...

Soundwave and Wildbreak!

Neither mind that you don't talk much at first, in fact one of Soundwave's favorite things is to sit in silence with you as you draw and he works. Wildbreak likes the quiet too, though he's more talkative than Soundwave, but he finds it nice that there's not constant yelling going on like with his team. Once you do become more talkative though they listen to everything you have to tell them, Soundwave may even record you here and there just to have your voice to playback when he's feeling down. Both of them try to keep you out of stressful situations, for Soundwave it's easy, but for Wildbreak it means he keeps you from the rest of his rowdy team. If you end up crying in front of either of them they'll do their best to cheer you up, but won't bring up you crying since they know you don't like to in front of anyone. They also love to see your art! Soundwave loves to see all the creepy things you come up with, and Wildbreak remarks that you'd make a good horror film or game artist. If you start feeling frustrated over not getting something they'll try to help you, they're both rather patient in this, especially since Wildbreak doesn't get a lot of things about Earth anyway, so they'll be there if you need help or just need to vent.

Other possible matches: TFP Arcee, TFP Ratchet, RID15 Fracture RID15 Slipstream

[doctorgerth]

Im so glad I qualify for this omg. My names Rowdy! I got a request a while back! Could I get an imagine for Killer please? (he was one of my four matches and i've been in a killer mood lately lmao) Maybe like... I'm just some newbie on the crew and he takes a liking to me ówò

Here I am...back with another confession scenario. Why am I so infatuated by these?? This one is a lil unresolved but it’s still fluffy as heck. Hope you like this darling! 💕

"Goddamnit, Killer. If you won’t tell her, then I'll do it for you!” 

Killer didn’t need to be unmasked in order for Kid to see the daggers he was shooting his way. They were more than felt, but Kid shrugged them off effortlessly as he took another swig of his whiskey. He should have known trying to get romantic advice from never-had-a-stable-relationship-in-his-life Kid would prove worthless. Now, he was even more confused and terrified than before, and this wasn’t like Killer, who was otherwise fearless in the face of adversities. Only you had this affect on him and he had half a mind to hate you for it, but of course that wasn’t possible. If anything, it only made him crazier for you.

“How do I tell her? I can’t just come out with it.” Killer wondered aloud and immediately wished he had kept his mouth shut. 

Kid scoffed in response, “And why the hell not? Way better than you whining to us about it. If a cat’s got your tongue, just get her alone, smack her ass, and give her a big ‘ol kiss. Works every time.” He took a finishing sip of his whiskey with confidence, a hitched nonexistent brow at everyone’s silence once swallowing the last drop, “What? That’s solid advice!”

“Why don’t you just make her something? You bake. Bake her some damn cookies or something. Anything other than Boss’s terrible advice that’s nothing but a restraining order waiting to happen. No offense.” Heat inquired from his seat at the table. Kid shook his head, pouring himself another drink and mumbling about how nobody listens to him under his breath. 

“That doesn’t sound too bad...” Killer muttered.

Kid scoffed in disbelief once more, visibly offended at Killer accepting Heat’s advice instead of his own, “Cookies? What are you gonna do, make them into little heart shapes with pink frosting and sprinkles? Rowdy and Killer 4ever?” 

Everyone at the table couldn’t help but laugh at that one and Killer blushed profusely, the red patches entirely visible as they crept up his neck, “I hate all of you.” 

With that, Killer left the group to head into the kitchen, raiding the pantry for ingredients. When he came across a packet of sprinkles his stomach twisted, both amused and suddenly nervous about the whole ordeal. What if you rejected him? You were a new member, so was it odd of him to fall for you so quickly? Would he scare you away? Shaking his anxious thoughts out of his head, he threw on his apron, and tied it around his waist as he began the baking process. 

Killer was washing dishes when you made your way into the kitchen. Your light footsteps were easily drowned out by the rushing water and Killer’s rigorous scrubbing of dishes from the night before. You made your way to his side with a shy greeting, “Hi, Killer.”

Your presence startled him and he dropped the dishes with a loud crash. When he realized it was you, his hands began to shake and he struggled to pick up the soapy bowl, embarrassing himself further with each passing second, “God damn fucking stupid ass butter fingers.” He was mumbling numerous curses under his breath and you immediately reached down to help him. His skin was ablaze the moment your hand connected with his while you helped him pick it up. Behind the mask, his eyes were locked on yours for a moment, a noticeable wave of electricity sparking between the two of you.

“Thanks, Rowdy...” He muttered as he rose from the floor, rinsing off the dish before placing it in the drying rack, “How are you?”

You rocked on the balls of your feet, twiddling your thumbs in an obviously nervous manner that Killer picked up on. You were usually a bit shy around everyone, especially considering you were a new member on the crew. It was one of the many traits he found endearing about you as it was a nice change compared to his rather brash friends, “I was wondering...would you...”

Killer was on the verge of explosion, waiting on the edge of his seat for your next words. Why were you blushing so hard? Didn’t you know how unbearbly cute you were when you did so? How unfair...

“You see...C-captain told me everything...and I was wondering if you would...maybe...” Suddenly, your head shot up as you sniffed in the air, “What’s that smell?”

Killer’s eyes shot wide as his senses finally returned and he could smell something unpleasant. Something was burning, “My cookies!” He rushed over to the oven with you in tow. In a frazzled state, he grabbed the tray without an oven mit and dropped it with a loud yelp as the heated pan burned his fingers. You screamed in response as you scurried to him, helping to direct him towards the sink so you could run cool water over his throbbing skin. He hissed as the water hit his sensitive finger tips, but nothing felt more intense than your gentle hands on his once more. He embraced your tenderness for as long as he could until the pain ceased. When he claimed to be fine, you two reached down to pick up the cookies from the floor, salvaging the ones that didn’t fall off the pan.

“Are these heart shaped?” You inquired with amusement, thinking the cookies looked rather delicious. But why heart shaped?

“I suppose...so anyway, what did Kid tell you?”

Your blush returned, matching Killer’s that you could hardly see except the patches on his neck. Killer wasn’t sure if he needed to prepare to murder Kid or thank Kid. The latter seemed impossible until you smiled warmly at him, “I’ll tell you after we go get that burn checked out.”

[itsthesinbin]

My friend snorted baby bottle pop powder on a dare for a dude he thought was hot once

gays are kinda just like that

[abbacchiosbelt]

ÓwÒ could i get a valentine message from Ghiaccio please?? (Not sfw if you could thank you!!!)

[hey-color-palettes]

Hello!!! Do you think you could please do a pallete for the name Rowdy? Thank you!!!

#cbac88 || #933936 || #a8763e || #2f1b25 || #968c49

[moody-bloosh]

ÓwÒ for the fanfic game, Im 5'2, my friends say im easy to talk to, creative, emotional, feral and protective when my friends need help. My sense if humor boils down to saying whatever cursed shit crosses my mind and what ever my single braincell can think of. I tend to put myself down however and get frustrated when i cant understand things, I also cry more than I should lmao. But I hate crying infront of people, it makes me feel weak and vulnerable. And my jojo boy id like is Ghiaccio please!!

uWU IM GETTING MY FAVE VIBES FROM THIS THAT IS CHILDHOOD FRIEND AU 

fam i see this as a 3 part angsty yET FLUFFY PIECE where Ghiaccio wrestles with his feelings for you. When you were kids you were always the one keeping him safe from bullies and defending him bUT NOW KNSDKNALS he kind of tries to keep away from you because he is a shy bby who doesn’t know how to process his feelings properly. <3 <3 <3 hNGNNG in the end, Ghiaccio confesses and I would leave it ambiguous as to whether or not you would accept his confession uwu 

fanfic ask game: tell me about yourself and who your jjba f/o is and ill tell you what kind of fanfic i would write about you and your f/o ✨

[jojo-daydreams]

Oh damn,,, we talkin stands now lmao,, ive been wanting to tell people about my stand for a while. Its called White rabbit! Its just a very large and lanky figure with a white rabbit head, huge sharp teeth and trippy multicolored eyes. Its powers are kind of like the best way i can describe the powers is its like the city bending scenes in doctor strange and inception lmao. Pshycally tho its super weak but fast! so once a strong user gets its hands on it its over for me lmao.

oooooh, it sounds like a cool stand ! 

watch out for Star Platinum i guess, don’t wanna get Ora’d