#dst fanfic

[waokevale]

A new fanfic just dropped!

So remember these three comics I did in the past?

Yeah. I'm finally expending on the au! I hope you'll be interested to read about it!

[onryousagi]

first chapter of my project sisyphean men is officially done and ready to be read! i would really appreciate a read, i am so excited to finally share this with others!

[ice-cream-writes-stuff]

⧱Appetency⧱

{At heart Wilson is truly a man of science. It's not in his nature to resist the call of the unknown...}

-

You side-eye the man a few steps away from the log you sat on, watching him eagerly re-reading through his blueprints on the makeshift table the two of you made, claiming it as a work desk.

You couldn't help but let your lips curl up at his fidgeting. Finding it oddly cute and rather funny when you notice him mumble a few words here or there. His face having a certain pink glow.. Myabe due to the lightning of the fire.

Glancing back at the small fire, the chopped bits of meat turn a darker color as you turn the skewers so the other side could crisp up.

You couldn't help but recall the few times he acted like this in front of you...

-

During your first meeting, the two of you were more different than... Well, many things!

Clothes for one! While you are dressed in more contemporary wear and fabrics. His was more, dignified, well.. As much as cloths could be in The Constance.

Wilson, ever the gentleman, glances away as you walk beside him. Clothes riding up slightly against your skin, heaving slightly as you drag back your kills together.

You try to strike up conversation and gain his attention, yet his milky-skin becomes a light pink as you do.

The way he spoke, too!

"My dear, are you alright?" You blink, the first time you've been called such a pet-name.

"Huh-? Oh, I'm fine! Don't sweat it!" You wave it off, a bit surprised at the warmth in your own face as you laugh it away.

""Sweat it"? Dearie, I thought we both concluded that the weather is rather too cold for such things."

He was an oddball, but.. You liked him all the same.

-

While you day-dreamed, Wilson peeked at your expression. Enamored by the sight of your far-away gaze, he tried to see if anything caught your eye. Though he couldn't find a single thing, what kind of lovely thought a beauty like you could have?

A small sigh left him as he turned back to his blueprints.

-

Meeting you was one of the strangest and most wonderful encounters he's had since being stuck on the wretched island.

You were quite.. What's the word.. Rather, many words could describe you! Or, actions spoke a bit louder to him.

During the winter season, more so Winters Feast. Wilson sat by the fire, shivering as he made a thermal stone. You and Chester arrive back to camp, you frown as you take a spot beside him.

His eyes held agitation, not bothering to wander his sights on your pitying look.

Kind could be one.. Maybe well-meaning.

You politely take a seat beside him, not too close as Chester happily barked and opened his jaw.

You pull out a few items, cautiously setting a small scarf down on his lap. "I know you don't prefer hats... So I thought this might be more.. um.. Ya' know? "Suitable"?" You test out the phrase on your tongue, smiling hopefully.

You were.. Unknown to him. Such as this daft place, his fate had now been resigned too!

Though.. You made grand company.

Helping him pick up crops, you sang a small tune under your breath. Bits of giggles leaving your throat at a few lyrics. A bit curious of the song, he spoke up.

Questions and inquiries left him as he rambled.

You only smiled, head tilting to the side a few times in confusion at a few proposals he had on the song.

"That's lot-" You huff out a laugh, Wilson could only smile back patiently. Waiting politely now, wanting to listen. You playfully bump his side, "Alright, I'll tell you."

-

You blink away your former thoughts after smelling the scent of something burning...

..!

Yelping, you grab the skewers. But it burns your hands! Causing you to drop them in the fire...

You groan unhappily, now staring at a worried Wilson as he moves to your side.

"Dear, it's alright, we're lucky to have made a few extra rations." Wilson states as he takes a seat, politely holding out his hand for you.

You slowly grin, nodding as you hand him your hand. Interlacing them together. The scientists eyes widen as he coughs awkwardly, glancing away. "I.. Wanted to see if you burned your hand."

Your own eyes widen as you let go quickly.

"I'm fine! See? Oh..." You glance at your hand and see a small cut.

Wilson gently takes your hand, encompassing it tenderly in his palms.

"A butterflies wing should fix it up." Wilson states, fixated on your hand. Lightly tracing it, the touch was kinda soothing...

Chester yips happily, bumping your leg as he opens his jaw. Wilson smiles happily at the chest, "Otto von Chesterfield, Esquire! You smart little lad!" Taking the items from the small critter, Wilson hands it to you as he pets the creature fondly.

The two of you laugh together as the sun slowly sets, the fire burning even brighter.

-

[Happy 11th Anniversary DS/DST! I had a big crush on Wilson when I was younger, so this needed to be made! Anyway, hearts and reblogs are appreciated! Let's see some comments too! Happy birthday Wilson!]

[mxboxlocks]

Bad Luck Charm

Wilson / Wes - Oneshot - Intended to be platonic, but definitely can be read as romantic! - 870 words

For three days and three nights, Wilson had been scribbling and scrawling in his notes, rethinking and rewriting equations and theories. Though he usually did this out of love, lately it had been more like a feverish obsession. He had one burning question in the back of his mind, and he needed it answered.

Why in the world was Wes so prone to misfortune?

Now, this wasn’t at all to say that Wilson believed in luck. No, what he believed in was odds. Chance, if one would so choose. And he knew very well that the odds of one being struck by lightning twice in a day were infinitesimally small. And yet, with every interaction he shared with the mute mime, it just seemed like he kept meeting those odds, no matter how impossibly thin they got. And it was very convenient that just such an event happened to occur in his presence, as he’d finally get to pry for answers face-to-face.

“Well,” Wilson said, patting his knee as he finished wrapping bandages around Wes’s arms. “That should do for now. I’ll search for some supplies for poultice - that’ll help with the stinging. And don’t forget to change these.” He said sternly, to which Wes simply replied with a sheepish smile. “Wouldn’t want a repeat of what happened last time.”

What happened last time was a nasty infection that almost claimed his already fragile life. He wished he didn’t remember it as much as he didn’t remember to change his bandages. Shaking away the thought, Wes nodded eagerly and held two thumbs up.

“I just don’t know how this keeps happening to you, Wes.” Wilson muttered quietly, shaking his head with a soft pity about his face. “It’s positively baffling. You’re like a bad luck charm.”

Wes recoiled slightly, and wilted like a lily in the heat. He looked down into his lap and sulked deeply, unable to look Wilson in the eye. How could he?

Wilson realized how insensitive his comment was a tick too late, and scrambled to correct it. “Well, I - I didn’t mean it like that… It’s just that - harsh and unfair as the Constant is, it seems particularly harsh and unfair to you.”

He huffed defeatedly, and didn’t look up.

Wilson frowned. “There has to be some sort of explanation. I mean, maybe there’s a solution here.”

“...”

“I just… I can’t stand to see you walloped on all the time.” He admitted. Wilson put a hand on Wes’s shoulder, in an attempt to comfort him. It helped, if a little bit, and at least got the mime to meet eyes with him finally. He looked so tired and sad. Wilson once thought he was the unluckiest (metaphorically) man in the world, miserable happenstance after miserable happenstance conditioning him to simply expect the worst out of the Constant. But… here he was, looking at one of the cheeriest survivors in their settlement, sad, bruised, and brokenhearted. “It’s not fair. Surely there’s something I can do to help.”

Wes slowly began signing, something he rarely ever did, even when prompted with questions. ‘I bad luck’.

Wilson did his best to brush up on his sign language, and swallowed thickly, really only understanding the signs one at a time. He’d take it slow. “That can’t be true. Luck is just, it’s just odds, chance. It can’t really be all that.”

‘Where I go,’ Wes continued. ‘Bad luck go-together. And I make danger, and I hurt you everyone.’

“That is not true.” Wilson furrowed his eyebrows, offended to hear Wes talk about himself in such a way. “My friend, if we considered you a danger, we would not house you. I promise you that.”

‘We house M-A-X-W-E-L-L.’

“Yes, well, he…” Wilson bit his lip. “Shockingly, does not put us in nearly as much mortal danger as you are implying you do.”

‘Sorry. Scared. Don’t want you everyone goodbye.’

“We’re not going anywhere.” Wilson replied softly, squeezing his shoulder. “And besides… Bad luck-schmuck, it’s just superstition, that’s all. Why, it could be spun either way. I’d say you’re lucky to be alive! And you’re lucky I happened to be around to give you medical attention when you needed it.”

Wes’s face lit up, a weary smile on his face. ‘Think so yes?’

“Sure,” He gave a soft smile in return. “Though it’s sure not ideal… I want to put research into helping you figure out what this all really is, alright? This… ailment of yours. It’s getting worrisome.”

‘Yes,’ signed Wes, a little bouncier than he was a moment before. ‘Lucky I have you.’

Wilson’s heart broke into a million little pieces as Wes pulled him into a hug. He hesitantly hugged back, patting his back and holding on for just a bit longer than he probably should have. Pulling away, he patted his hand, and nodded with a glint in his eye.

“I’ll figure this out. Don’t you worry. But until then, don’t be a stranger. Okay?”

Wes nodded happily, getting up and dusting himself off before turning towards his tent. As he took a step forward, he rolled his ankle, and immediately fell face first into the grass.

Wilson didn’t say anything as he helped him up.

i know this is a bit different than what i usually post, but i've been wanting to start writing more! i had this in my drafts for a while and finally decided to pretty it up and post it. i love wes so much </3

i tried to directly translate the sign language from what little i know rather than just write down what it was wes was saying, to sort of put the reader in wilson's shoes a bit (him being rusty and all). and i imagine wes would be a little weird with it as well, because he's french, and he's using asl here.

reblogs appreciated but never required!

[retoraterasnews]

!!THE FINAL CHAPTER OF RETORATERAS HAS BEEN POSTED!!

"Petrichor"

GO READ IT RIGHT NOW!!!

Three months!! wait, three months I've kept you waiting? I'm so so sorry! I hope this is worth the wait <:)

ALSO THIS IS LITERALLY MY FAVORITE COVER ART I'VE MADE. I think I'll post the art by itself alongside this.

[thebleedingalien]

Not much but a snippet of a DST fic featuring Wilson and WX I'm working on cause I wanna try writing again

One of a few writing projects I wanna work on hopefully ❤️

[insecwrites]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Don't Starve (Video Games) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: No Romantic Relationship(s) Characters: WX-78 (Don't Starve), Wickerbottom (Don't Starve), Wilson (Don't Starve) Additional Tags: Murder, Attempted Murder, Killer Robots, like literally - Freeform, WX-78 is a killer robot in this one, they/them pronouns for Wx-78 Summary:

WX-78 always liked killing organic creatures. Something about the thrill, and the exertion of dominance over inferior beings. They imagined that killing one of the human survivors would be twice as satisfying, twice as thrilling, but it was never a viable option.

Well. Not until today anyway.

[hypnocowboynerdsports]

The urge to write webny/silk and petals is strong... but it's been a while since I've written anything story wise so I'm still debating whether or not I should.

[ifuckingloveherpees]

Summer melts into Autumn once more; you haven't come back. Where could you have gone that I can't find ?

Or: Willow grieves for someone who isn't dead

[that-one-weird-omni]

Some fanart for my own fanfic “Stop and Smell the Roses” (totally not a shameless plug 👀) enjoy :3

Here if you wanna have a read - https://archiveofourown.org/works/53308819

[waokevale]

Doradilla Garden Chapter 15 has been out for a few days now. Forgot to mention. ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

Also making a playlist for it cause why not.

So there's that, I'll get back to other fandoms now.

[onryousagi]

let me try this again; here is another peek at the first chapter of sisyphean men! ✨ it should be finished and ready to post on ao3 some time tomorrow!

[that-ninja-frog]

The first two Chapters of my Wxwood fic, Spark of Life, are now available on Ao3! I've been working on this fic for almost 3 years, and I'm very excited to start sharing! Please check it out!

[latetothegameds]

[woodiebugger]

CHAPTER 4 OF RECLAIMING ENTROPY IS OUT!

The drawing of Wormwood and WX meeting monk was drawn by the lovely @waokevale! I commissioned it from them!

The drawing of the lizard fight is by me! I hope you enjoy the art and the chapter!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/58458859/chapters/148913848

[wisk2009]

Hello my dear followers!

I have been evolving a lot as a person and also as an artist in recent months... I have had many complications but I think the worst thing is that... You still haven't read my fanfic

HA HA-! Don't worry, I know that some low quality is to be expected, especially if it's on Wattpad, but for those who are interested, I made a remake of the cover!

You can read the third part (basically a remake of the first two) of my fanfic! Now in English, right here: