#pootual

[killyoself]

11 and 27 :]

11. Song you never get tired of

uhhhm I have a few but the first one that pops into mind is bulls on parade by rage against the machine

27. Song that breaks your heart

body’s by car seat headrest THAT SONG MAKES ME SO EMOTIONAL FR

[recreationaldivorce]

mutuals who go to the toilet together call that pootuals

[mikeyinnit]

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!! In 2022 I promise to actually get back to writing on this writing blog but first I am going to be sappy because everyone else was :DD

so first, my mutuals:

arielle / @blanknamed : ari <333 you were literally one of my first mutuals and I still remember how much I gasped when I saw the notification that you followed me, I upgraded from bdb anon to moot and it’s so cool. ty for being the sweetest and also one of the blogs that made me want to start my own

blue / @sharkie-pog : blue you were the first mutual to get a mutual tag even if our second interaction included you accusing me of having a god complex and we pretend to hate each other I do think you’re actually cool even if you’re a little concerning (affectionate)

mushy / @mcytmushroom : I was there for the voice reveal I’m special <333, but seriously you’re so nice to me and I’m really glad we’re friends I love anytime we’re in the vc together and I still love when you said I had knife energy <33

neptune / @neptuneofthesky : neptune!! we don’t interact too much but you were very sweet about my mutual tag for you and I think about it. you’re a good writer and I can’t wait to talk more

sunnie / @sunniewrites : we don’t talk too much (as mikey because I have sent quite a few messages to you as an anon) but I love when we have, you were another blog that I was kinda like !!! when you followed me back because I love your writing

poot / @simpoot : poot!! fellow wilbur simp, you’re very sweet and i love every time we talk. and I stole one of your anons so <333 I’m definitely excited to write more wilbur content in 2022 just to see if you see it and like it

niki / @heartkarl : niki!!!! i think you were my fastest mutual ever lmao, I love your writing and I love talking to you. you’re so funny and I always love whenever you’re on my dash

kay / @dreamwvrld : kay kay kay. newest mutual. you liked my wilbur fic ages ago and I still go !!! whenever I think about the notif but then we’ve actually spoken and you’re just so !! cool !! and nice !!! and remembered my fic !! it’s just incredible, another blog that inspired me to write mine and I can’t wait to talk more in the new year and write that one wilbur fic I told you about

and for my anons; ghostbur, 🏳️‍🌈, tubbo, friend, 🌙 from poot, george from kay

even if most of you have only sent one or two messages I still so appreciate you even wanting to be an anon for me. ik I’ve been lacking in content for you all and that will change but it means a lot that you guys liked me and what I have enough to want to stick around and I always think about you all

[dummyringbomb]

Liberty Mutual?? More like Shitberty Pootual!! Only pay for what you need?! Just what do I need to pay in order to never see your shitty unfunny overplayed ads ever again?!! What a shitload of fuck!!!!!

[radiation]

You’re the pootual (poo mutual LMFAO)

Interesting words coming from the fart mutual

[mikeyinnit]

answer some questions about love and i’ll tell you why you intimidate people [answer some questions about love and i’ll tell you why you intimidate people]

[radio-charlie]

Sup pootuals (joke)

[fan-troll]

Mutuals more like POOtuals

i want to poop back and forth

[graciouswings]

dude Looooooves the muppets

no i dont..... who told you that ......

[mikeyinnit]

HELL YEAH

A Not So Productive Day

Pairing: Wilbur Soot x Reader Requested: Yes Word count: 1024 Pronouns: None mentioned Warnings: Swearing Notes: Not me only uploading once a week, I'm sorry ok--anyway, this was cute to write and it's a Uni AU! Summary: Wilbur helps you with your uni work—well, he tries to.

Of all the areas in mathematics, why did algebra have to be in the curriculum? Sure, you are a premed student, but does that constitute taking more maths after cramming it during A-Levels (which you promptly forgot after the exam). The numbers and letters spin, tormenting your mind, and you are sick of it. You understand the purpose, but couldn’t computers do that? Then again the trust placed in health professionals is immense, if you don’t know what the computer is calculating, you wouldn’t be very trustworthy, so it is invaluable knowledge. You acknowledge it, yet nevertheless, you will complain and reluctantly study.

Gnawing your bottom lip, you stare at the sheet; if the random doodles dotted was any indication, you understood nothing. Despite analysing your textbook and scouring the internet, you're stuck in a loop of doing nothing. Crumpled paper, a full pen, and your hands in your hair is your state. Luckily, you called for backup, someone eloquent and intelligent, despite him studying a different degree than yourself, and he's willing to help. Your wonderful boyfriend is on the way, and he will either help you focus or sway you from studying with the promise of cuddles (you wished it were the latter).

There's shuffling outside your door, then it creaks open, and in comes Wilbur. Eyes soft and hair ruffled, he gazes at you with a small smile. In his hands are two cups, steam oozes from the lids, and a strong fragrance wafts into your senses.

"Hello to you too," he greets, giggling as he notices your intense gaze. You grumble a greeting back as he nudges paper from your desk, and he places the tray down. “I brought coffee—your favourite, of course,” Wilbur states, gesturing to the coffee.

You mumble a thank you, graciously smiling at him as you take the coffee and sip— instantly sighing as the caffeine hits your tastebuds. Wilbur settles into your dorm, kicking off his shoes and shedding his backpack, rummaging through it, then drawing out his laptop and places it on your bed. Pausing then as if realising something, he whips his head towards you. His gaze meets yours, and his watchful brown eyes shimmer with worry.

Tilting his head, he calls out, “You alright? You seem stressed.”

You part your lips, prepared to say that you’re good and you're the perfect student who is doing their homework, but it’s Wilbur. Someone who has seen you at your lowest and who has also seen you during your highest—you don’t need to wear that perfect mask around him. You can ask for his help. Wilbur quirks an eyebrow at your lack of reaction and clears his throat; you jolt at the noise, and he melts into a bundle of chuckles.

“I’m—” you look down at the sheet, a jumble of letters and numbers stare back at you, unflinchingly—“Not alright.”

He hums, resting his head against your shoulder, peering down with you, “Ah, it's algebra. Haven't seen you since, like A-Levels, I think.” Wilbur’s breath tickles your ear as he murmurs the questions printed on the sheet, examining them. His eyes trail across the scribbled doodles, “I like the, uh, your artistic representation of your torment.”

“Thanks, I wanted the viewer to know how much I hate algebra.”

“I could help you if you'd like? I still remember some shit from A-Levels, so I'm not completely useless.”

Your face lights up, and you reply, “Yes! Yes, please, I don’t understand any of this.”

“I’ll help at a price.”

With a quirk of your eyebrow, you ask, “And what would that be?”

“I want a—” he dragged the word out. Wilbur’s eyes light up like a star, and a cheeky smile smacks across his lips, “a kiss! I’ll help you if you kiss me.” Your response is immediate; you tilt your head and plant a smooch on his cheek. He laughs bashfully, and it rings like a bell, “You missed.”

“Help me and I’ll pay you with more later,”

“Well, this ain’t fair! You’re not supposed to turn it against me.”

He exaggeratedly groans, but he pulls your spare chair to your desk and plants himself next to you. Both your legs brush as he leans close, snatching the pen from your grip, he begins to explain the questions and how you’re supposed to answer them.

To give yourself some credit, you did attempt to absorb the information he was spewing, but the more he spoke, the more entranced you became, so you quietly gawked at him. The sun paints a heavenly glow across his face, softening, glowing and kissing his features in a way that is so enchanting. His pale hands flex, scribbling numbers as his lips ramble, explaining the questions—but your breath hitches as the thought of kissing him invade your mind.

Of course, he notices and stiffens, hand pausing as he tilts his head. A smile being bitten back, as he mumbles, “What are you looking at?”

“You, duh,” is your reply.

He places the pen down, pouting slightly, “You were too busy staring at me rather than listening to me?”

You laugh sheepishly, “You’re distracting, okay, this is your fault, not mine.”

Wilbur shoots you an unamused look; he falls silent, mulling a thought over. A bundle of worry bubbles, gnawing its rapacious thorns, twirling and latching to your heart like a snake ensnared around its prey. You should have focused harder. As your mind spirals, he meets your eyes again, playfully huffing, “Then, can I have another kiss?”

You’re relieved, absorbing in his exuberant energy, lazily humming, “How about we go and cuddle instead?”

It seems that he interpreted it as a rhetorical question as he flies out of the chair and flops down on your bed, arms spreading wide, patiently waiting for you to join him. Ever the lover of his cuddles, you abandon your half-finished homework and wrap yourself in him. His warmth fills your soul as he brushes a hand through your hair; unsaid words of affection flow, coaxing the pair to fall asleep in each other’s arms.

A wonderful way to end a not so productive day.

[mikeyinnit]

I'm excited to see what your next fic will be 👀👀👀, don't pressure yourself too hard and take your time!

Also, yeah I also always write at night rather the day. I don't get the spark to write till the sun is down, I'm in bed, and it's 2am on a work day 😔✌️

poot ily but I have been taking my time it’s been months since I’ve posted 😔 there’s a few WIPs that I’m working on all depends on which one is done first but it may may may be the start of my band au series

same exactly i knew youd get it

[mikeyinnit]

Honestly yeah you are way too good at making mutual tags >:( (my #it's mickey innit has nothing on yours)

Pootual is adorable and I love that tag waaayy too much

brb repurposing my blog to only making mutual tags for people

No but really all I do is take their name and insert mutual in it

[versacethotty]

I tag @retri @prettyyinpunkk @twerking-down-the-highway @chavprincess @rinarouge @charlixcx @miralain @adobodemon @temmiemonomae @yeahimpussybitch @dissemblist @puthie @myboatistheb3st @lickeyrogerswong-kwon @dayslostson @urgettingblocked @brownbratz @kissthefurr @kingoftwilight and any of my pootuals that want to do it 💗✨

hey how about make yourself with this picrew and tag some mutuals

i’ll start :^)

and i’ll tag @kazz @fair-y-child @tenthprinceofhell @qlecs @sarcasticmalecfan @jazzkaurtheglorious

[mikeyinnit]

Us Wilbur simps have to stick together in this wildwest.

I've actually been meaning to make a L'manbur piece with Fundy and stuff but ugh, god it's a long WIP. and well i don't wanna write

Absolutely it’s rough out here to simp for Wilbur

That fic took me two weeks to write I understand completely

[mikeyinnit]

Mikey I had a lapse in judgement, send help I accidentally made a meme that blew up and my notifications are ruined

I haven't seen a like for a fanfic in like over 6 hours all of it has been the meme

I'm suffering

me, knowing I just liked one of your memes and therefor am part of that: 😬

But I mean that’s what happens when you make good memes Poot, consequence of your actions and all that shit. Don’t be funny and it won’t happen /j

[mikeyinnit]

The screaming???? The instruments it's aHHHHHH—at least we can be feral together 😩😔😔

My mom has no interest in my Minecraft men but I forced her to listen to The Fall as soon as I woke up because I needed that scream to be shared