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i use any pronouns in the sense that i don’t REALLY care but they/them feels fine enough, she/her makes sense when looking at me, he/him is good for the meme, and anything else probably would not be used on me in real life so they are not worth mentioning. the thing is though that instagram does not have an “any pronouns” thing in the pronoun section therefore i am trapped into either making everyone think they only have one option or i’ll get offended OR putting they/she/he or whatever and making people think i want more variety which is not true i just Don’t Care
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lawd send me a big strong man thank you the universe knows I need it
Man, when I was like 16 I got so sick of being made fun of for being the fat kid that I took an axe down inna woods, chopped down a tree, and started doing log-lifts all the time. I got strong as fuck, but I didn’t lose no weight. I actually got bigger.
Same thing happened when I got into fighting. I got even stronger, and I got *fast*, man, and nimble, like a cat. Still chubby.
Body-building culture is a bunch of crap, my dude. Functional muscle is not necessarily toned or lean. You can be swole as hell and still be heavy. And that’s cool.
Embrace your inner barbarian. And when fatphobic little gym twinks try to body shame you, you should DESTROY THEM with your MIGHTY AXE
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AWW WAIT IM IN LOVE WITH THIS
HORRORTALE: OVERRIPE
The Universe
The famine is actually something that has happened before, way in the past when monsters were first trapped in the Underground. A lot of the knowledge of how it was overcome was lost with Asgore and Toriel however, and a lot of the older monsters were either too young to remember or were the first to fall down when it resurfaced again.
The famine is actually caused by an overabundance of magic. When the monsters were first sent into the underground they brought all of their magic with them, it soaked into the ground, rocks and water. The new density of magic caused any crops to become 'overripe'. The Core failing did the same thing, sending a new intense wave of magic through the Underground. If they had gotten the Core up and running the way it used to, it would regulate magic once more.
The only reasons Reuben's magic was able to restart the Core briefly was because it has the same magical signature as Gaster, it has nothing to do with power level or anything like that. When Gaster fell into the Core his magic became interwoven in its mechanisms, a significant boost of a similar magic (either from Reuben or Dagwood) would have been enough to restart it.
In my headcanon, Toriel was also defeated by Frisk. This is because I believe this 'run' was someone's first and only, someone who gave up trying to talk it out, someone who didn't bother to go back and get the 'best possible ending'.
Not that many humans have actually fallen down during the second great famine, at least not enough to affect anyone who has eaten them. Most of the changes that have happened to monsters are because of the extra magic, it changed them to help them survive tougher conditions. For example, making them taller/bigger, sharper teeth, improved vision etc. In some cases, this has affected their mental state as well.
Both Reuben and Dagwood's teeth and size are a result of the extra magic that the Underground got flooded with. Most monsters have been affected physically in some way by it. Their bodies changed to be able to handle that amount of magic. There was some emotional struggle since monster souls are so in tune with magic, so it was harder for them to keep their emotions and magic in check. But over time it has become easier as they adjust to their new reality.
They both know sign language, as Reuben sometimes finds it hard to speak verbally.
Horrortale Sans
Nickname: Reuben
Height: 6'4
Magic: Pinkish Red
Style: He likes dressing in cosy winter gear. Big jackets, jumpers, big grippy boots, etc. He almost always wears his matching yellow gloves and scarf, although sometimes he'll swap it out for something else Dagwood has made for him.
Other facts and info:
Reuben can cook, but he's not as good as his brother.
He loves spicy food.
Reuben has four pet chickens that he loves very much. Their names are Spoon, Knife, Fork and Ms Ice-cream Apple Pie.
Reuben likes to take care of the groceries and any other short errands around town. He'll often take one of his chickens (usually Spoon) with him if he has the opportunity.
Reuben loves to savour his kisses, much preferring soft lingering kisses and being closer to you. He likes if you take the lead as he's perfectly happy to get lost in it.
He 'doesn't dance'.
Reuben would like to work with animals, perhaps in some sort of petting farm or animal daycare.
His favourite colour is yellow.
Horrortale Papyrus
Nickname: Dagwood
Height: 7'5
Magic: Pale Green
Style: He likes light coloured clothing and he likes to look smart. He often wears button-ups, dress shoes and long coats. He's never seen without a pair of gloves, as his bones are heavily scarred and he prefers not to look at them.
Other facts and info:
Dagwood is a very skilled cook. He made it a priority to properly learn once they made it to the surface, taking advantage of the wider variety of foods available compared to underground.
He cooks mostly savoury things but he loves sweets. He's still not the best at making them though since he likes to make sure everyone eats healthy first.
Likes spicy food.
Dagwood is very outspoken, partially stemming from his brother's selective mutism. He's not afraid to speak up for others who need it.
He's very protective of those weaker than him, and keeps up a consistent workout routine to make sure he's always in fighting shape (the boost of magic from the core exploding in their au makes this very easy for him).
He likes to knit in his spare time too, although it's not something that he openly shares. The scarf and gloves that Reuben wears are a past birthday gift from him.
He was the main one that monsters in Snowdin went to if they needed help and that need to take responsibility never went away. He would melt if someone went out of their way to take care of him.
Because of the shape of his teeth, Dagwood's kisses are usually very gentle and precise. He'll usually take the lead and hold your face to direct you. Both because he likes the act of control and because he doesn't want you to accidentally get poked.
He really loves kids. If his partner also wanted kids he'd probably want at least two so that they'd always have a friend/someone to rely on. He'd also be open to adopting/fostering older kids who need a home.
About his relationship with Undyne. There were a lot of tense feelings at the start of the famine, a lot of magic going haywire, so their relationship was very rough for a while after his brother got hurt*. It's been a few years now and they've worked on and rebuilt their relationship as they've worked together to help the remaining monsters.
*It happened during an argument where her magic got out of control. She meant to summon one spear as a show of power but accidentally ended up summoning multiple.
He loves any kind of dancing with a partner.
Dagwood would love to be a teacher of some sort. Probably somewhere around the preteen level.
His favourite colours are pastels, but specifically blue.
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A little testament drawing??? Painting??? Ish?? Idk but I drewq testament for funsies
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ou look at him ougghh oh lord ohh ny gosh yes
Doodles
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Short fluffy drabble :) Got something longer coming soon though the hyperfixation is strong...
WC: ~550 words
"OH! FUCK, SHIT, OW." A loud clang is heard through the apartment, pots and a chair being knocked over. A green light emitting from under your door. Clearly Rick had gone through your small kitchen a little less than quietly. Shuffling came towards the door.
"Honey?" His hoarse voice muffled through the wood.
You had been deeply asleep but, alas, the giant ruckus that seems to follow Rick ruined it.
Groggily, you shifted out of the warmth of your bed. Upon opening the door, you saw the ragged state your boyfriend was in.
"Hmph… Baby, what happened?" Your vocal cords were unused for hours, leaving it scratchy.
"No, no, just—just, y'know. Same old, same old." He waved you off as you stepped closer, tilting his jaw to get a better look at the multitude of injuries on his face. Rick's lip was split, and his eye was poorly. Shades of blue, black and yellow littered his face and cuts, gashes, and miscellanous fluids were running down his face and neck. Probably some sort of sciencey thing.
You shook your head, grabbing his hand and leading him to the bathroom.
"Come now, just sit down, please." Your voice was small, reminding Rick that he had awaken you from rest, a rest he knew you hadn't been getting easily.
"I'm—I'm sorry, hun." He glanced away as you applied some rubbing alcohol on his open wounds. He hissed, closing his eyes briefly. "I know-sh-shit! work's been tough on you."
You paused, looking up at him with sleepy eyes. "If I didn't care about you, I would've pointed out you literally have a gun to heal yourself, of literally anything."
He laughed, roughly, the essence of Rick is his roughness. His gruff way of letting you know he'd move mountains—universes for you was your favorite thing about him.
You continued to pat gashes clean with the alcohol and then putting a colorful band aid on it. It wasn't often you had regular band aids, since working with the kids, it was worth the extra ninety cents.
Once you had finished, you gently turned Rick around to face the mirror. He had often hated looking in one, purely due to the fact that sometimes, he could still see Prime with his head bashed in, haunting him. Rick was awakened back to reality as you softly kissed his cheek.
"It's okay, Rick, just… try to come to bed, okay?" You massaged his shoulders and he sighed wistfully.
"Okay, Junebug."
His nicknames made you melt, multitudes of gooey warm feelings in your body lighting up.
You slinked your way out of the bathroom and back to the bed, sighing gratefully at the still slightly warm bedsheets. Rick stumbled to the kitchen, and you heard the tap run, a noisy chug of water and a swallow of what was probably several painkillers.
Right before you fell back into a steady rhythm of sleep, you felt the bed dip from the weight of a comforting presence. By habit, your body rolled to the side, arms reaching out. Mumbling something, Rick pulled you close. You thread your hands through his tufts of baby blue hair. Although, you couldn't see him through the dark of the room, you could feel the smallest smile on his face. Rick's breath smelled of mint and beer, but you wouldn't have it any other way.
#writers on tumblr#rick and morty#rick sanchez x reader#rick sanchez#rick sanchez x you#rick and morty fandom
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and i dont know what to watch now so im watching adventure time now :)
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just finished rick and morty!!!!🙃 such a good episode fear of the mort..
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I hate that thing some people do where it's like. "I left my wallet on the table to see if you'd say anything" or "I wanted to see if you'd wash the car if I stopped doing it"
Cause like
I dont know about anyone else
But I am perpetually hovering three inches above the strong subconscious belief that everyone knows what they're doing at all times except me, so if you change your normal patterns and I notice, then I will assume it is an intentional choice with a thought-out plan behind it and I will avoid interfering
And if I don't notice, because I won't, because why would I, because not much bothers me and if you don't say anything to indicate you are bothered then how would I KNOW
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“I realize now that dying is easy. Living is hard.”
— Gayle Forman, If I Stay
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On call with twin and I reworked Slim Shady’s strive design!!!!! Some sibling stuff too :3
The Frasco logo is still there btw and so is the motto I just got lazy
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MY POOR RICK OHHHH MY GOSH
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There are two types of writers:
1. 'It's fiction, it doesn't need to make sense!'
2. 'I didn't account for the rotation of the planet and how that affects the constalations while my characters stargazed at different times of year, I have failed as a writer, and this entire thing is trash'
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