#Rtsoot

[warrengrian]

Doublelife!rtsoot :)

[pinketine]

our venn diagrams are one circle.

[justtrashperson]

chat I miss them, I miss them chat

[alt0stratuscloud]

Vanilla Twilight

[artandbrimstone]

FIVE RTSOOT FANS OUT THERE ASSEMBLE I HAVE DRAWN ART OF RTSOOT

i’ve been watching rt since mid 2018 how have i never drawn him

anyway here is art from a almost four year old video that i watched when it came out and then actively sought out more wilbur content but only on rts channel and then rewatched the same videos over and over and then in 2020 saw wilbur again and went. WAIT ITS THE SAME GUY

[strifesolution]

you know how it is

[inthelittefrost]

“Why did you leave? Martyn asks out of the blue one night while the two were tasked with baking treats for jingle jam.

Rt hummed. in reality, there's a million and one reasons why. It traces back to one person though.

“There was the dude, Will, I was assigned to watch over him. Eventually, I grew attached. He reminded me of what it meant to be human again. Not in a way I've felt since I was taken” rt explains while rolling out the Jafa dough.

“Would i have met him?” Martyn questions, grabbing the bucket full of cookie cutters. damn, Lewis for having a massive collection.

Rt makes a 50/50 gesture with his hand now covered in flour. “You might have. He's done MCC before.”

“Didn't you do MCC? I swear I saw you there once.” marytn asks, carefully judging each one to find out what would be best for these jaffas.

“Yeah, I used to. Grian almost killed me there.” Rt says casually like that isn't a big deal.

“He did what?” Martyn blurts out nearly dropping the bucket full of cookie cutters.

“Apparently he didn't realize I deflected. Didn't turn out so well for me” Rt says while doing air quotes.

“Damn, dude that's rough. Have you made contact with your old friend?” Martyn interrogates.

“Nahh. why would I? I was just a fool assigned to Watch over him. It's better to keep my distance.” Rt mutters. 

Meanwhile, Wilbur has lost something. However, for the life of him, he can't remember what. Tallulah’s flute is drying outside, Tallulah herself is right next to him, he has his keys on him, and his guitar case is over on the bed. Possible he left something in there?

“You know Tallulah, I feel like I've forgotten something,” he mutters looking over the case. Tallulah follows his gaze, making quick work of the latches.  Only then does Tallulah then pulls out an old Warcoat from the depths of Wilbur's guitar case. Or at least it was a war coat. Now it's the remains of one used to protect Willbur’s precious guitar.

“OH SHIT RT” 

[therealdriftking]

What's this? A new AU? Yes.

Taunt AU an RTSoot + Lads AU co-written with the one n only @smittyplus.

Here's the designs for Smii7y, Terroriser and RT

no you will not get context yet :>

[maigetheplatypus57]

I made this a while back but forgot I had it so ummmm... yeah...

[kieshartzishere]

Behind Closed Doors || Rtsoot || UPDATED

Made this on the spot for Jay and some others are particularly asking for it now. I may as well, no? Look away mutuals

UPDATE: This is now significantly edited and better so god forbid

Genre: Fluff

!Shipping: rtsoot! (if you don't like that, go.)

Word count: Formally 1303, now 1475

Trigger warnings: Tabacco (Mention)

Edited: Barely yep yep!

To think scrolling through your phone in a private dressing room was just a bonus of all of it, and Daniel was just really here to watch from the back and be a moral support for his boyfriend. It was comfy, though, and the room whiffed with smells of caramel and syrup— it coupled with the whiff of some burnt cigarettes that ranged from weeks to months— The comfort of the mix of scents brought in was odd. Sure, it wasn't the best of smells, a handful would say it was even disgusting, but it was his and brought more warmth than any burning tobacco would light.

He wonders how long Wil would get back—

SLAM

Oh, not long.

Daniel peered his head from the couch he laid upon to see a less-than-content Wilbur standing by the door he just burst open, the glistening nameplate to show for it that the room was his to bang up. Something's wrong. Not to mention he seemed to be seething.

Daniel watched Wilbur close the door behind him loudly once he entered the room. His steps were with angered purpose, showing some grouchiness to be noted by his boyfriend that something was definitely wrong. It was until Wilbur sat down right across from Daniel. With a loud and exasperated sigh, he tried to seem lax with both arms propped behind him above the furniture's top. Daniel knew better than that. The way his breathing was ever so slightly uneven gave it away. How his fingers twitched in a clenching and unclenching pattern was enough to tell him the genuine emotions that surged into his veins. He couldn't hide that, no matter how much Wilbur tried.

Daniel only waited a few seconds until he had to be sure it was alright to speak. He'd hate to set off the wrong thought without some analysis. Wilbur probably hadn't gotten a smoke break to relax about it, but Daniel's been making an effort to help him cut the habit down.

And, of course, that meant helping him deal with his problems instead. "Alright, what's the matter?"

Wilbur only glanced at his dearest, catching the concerned eyes gazing upon him. He almost made him break. But before he could, he looked away and seemed to try and come up with some bullshit of an answer.

"It's nothing just... technical difficulties with the show." Even if the bullshit of an answer had some truth in it.

"Is that all?" Daniel pushes a little further, pulling down his phone and adjusting where he sat.

Another sigh left his lips that were involuntarily, "Yes, it's just some stupid technical issues, no need to worry about it." Wilbur was nearly about to snap, but Daniel knew there was more.

He learned where to put his foot in the stepping stones of the water that is Wilbur's mind while knowing that one wrong skip could be a snapping point. He just needs to get to him, and that meant physically as well.

Daniel stood up from his place, leaving his phone behind, and walked over to Wilbur, much to the latter's surprise and slight dismay. He was about to protest whatever Daniel was doing when he felt a new weight on top of him. Ah, Daniel had decided to sit right in between his legs. It was a tactic to make it impossible for the taller to move now.

"Daniel," Wilbur said sternly because this must have been at least a little uncomfortable. He had enough of the decency to adjust himself so that the one in between his legs was more sat down instead of balancing on them. It seemed he was far too busy worrying about how he sat instead of the true matter at hand.

"Wilbur," Daniel stated, grabbing his lover's attention back. "What's the matter?" He asked again. The soft eyes made Wilbur's heart ache from the sight and made his brain crumble to pieces. Both subjects wanted to heed being vulnerable, even for just a short period. His mouth still decided to stay shut. Daniel hummed as he brought his face a little closer, urging him to let up. "Please? You can tell me. Just let it out."

 Seeing his other half asking him to spill and say what he needed to say to get it all off his chest was daunting. He must care for the well-being of his dumb ass. It was enough to break him.

"It's..." Wilbur started, still unsure. He always wanted to keep things to himself. "It's a lot..."

Daniel hummed as he raised an eyebrow at him. "And...?" He stretched out, still making it clear he wanted Wilbur to let it all out and let him hear it. Well, Wilbur guessed he had no other choice.

Daniel won this round, as per usual. And now Wilbut has to break the bank to open up his vaulted emotions and stress.

"There's still so much to do, and every time the guys and I fix one problem, it's like three other ones come out of nowhere!" He yells, lifting his arms to show his frustrations about it in a tad dramatic flair. "We've already had so many different shows before, but this is the biggest one to date, and it feels like everything is just going wrong in the worse way possible!" At this rate, Wilbur was finally breaking his chains of holding back. It was just exactly as Daniel wanted.

Wilbur went on. "I thought yesterday was bad enough when somehow the wrong light colors were delivered to the studio. One of the speakers blew out a fuse, so we had to get the quickest replacement for that." You can see the anger building up as he ranted. His face turned to a more pinkish red with every word uttered. "Now someone had fucking lost the power cords and an amplifier— a whole amplifier. How the hell did that even happen?!" Okay, Daniel does have to admit that sounded stupid.

But he had to stay quiet and let the other spill it all out. At least he isn't brimming anymore with emotions. "Some fans raided the place too to try and find us, and that caused even more of a mess than before." Ah... yeah, that happens at times. Well, not to the point it came to what Wilbur called a "raid."

 "The mainstage screen won't connect to the computer's presentation for it, and the fucking management team is just awful to work with— like the main guy's last name is "Suggs-cox" so of course he had to be such a dick. Living up to that name, aren't you?"

Okay, Daniel had to hold a laugh in for that one, but a snort slipped past. It was enough to derive Wilbur's focus back at Dan.

"Sorry, sorry, but it's just... it's quite an unfortunate name." Daniel admitted, still giggling to himself.

Wilbur playfully rolled his eyes as he couldn't help but grin. "Laughing at my pains now, Condren?" Wilbur raised an eyebrow at him. Daniel stuck his tongue out at the mention of his last name.

"I'm laughing at the bad surname, not you, Soot." Wilbur couldn't help but laugh out loud. If there was a sound of the bright sun rising from the cracking dawn, it would be this.

The loud and boisterous laugh was the best music to Daniel's ears, and it was better than any song Lovejoy, the band that Wilbur's in, has ever made. Wilbur made good songs all the time, but that chortle alone was enough to keep Daniel pleased.

Warm eyes with the color of tree bark fluttered back open. "Oh, you are such a dork," Wilbur says as he looked at Daniel, who only gives a small hum. "Yeah, but this dork let you rant to him, right?" He remarks.

His hands were now on broad shoulders as his gaze softened once again. "How do you feel now?" Daniel asked hopefully. Wilbur observed the caring watch on him. He sighed... and he smiled.

Arms slipping themselves around the waist of the other to show his appreciation of the closeness between them. "Better, thank you." He confesses in gratitude. Daniel giggled to himself as he heard the news. "I'm glad." The look of Daniel being satisfied, because Wilbur himself was content, was everything to him.

He really couldn't ask for anything more.

"You're lovely," Wilbur muttered as he pressed their heads together, eyes closed. Daniel was surprised firstly but beamed as he ogled the now calmer and happier Wilbur.

"And you're loving." At that moment, just this feeling, everything was right. If Wilbur had to have every frustration in the world, every Murphy's law to apply, and every bad coincidence, Daniel is going to make it all disappear just like that. 

Because he'll always be there, and he always has been.

[pinketine]

Sometimes you gotta break a ship down to its bare basics. Via an incorrect quote and mspaint.

[justtrashperson]

more of these idiots

[alt0stratuscloud]

They're chatting :]

[strifesolution]

manifesting rtsoot made it into the rarepair bracket because i need them to loose pathetically. it’d be poetic because their relationship is also always doomed to fail!

[maigetheplatypus57]

LET'S FUCKING GO!!!!!!

Ladies, Gentlemen, Enbys, and Everyone Else...

Welcome to the first MCYT rare pair bracket!

Allow me to explain how this works. These two brackets will be running simultaneously, and the winners of each bracket will face off for our championship! All 8 of the semifinalists will be facing off for third place.

And without further ado...

A slash represents romantic, a dash represents a QPR, a & represents platonic, and a * represents another type

These matchups were completely randomized, if you don’t like who your pair is up against, I’m sorry, but also, deal with it

[fallow-foot]

Look at her go!