#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!

[caktusjuice-draws]

Collecting a Ping List

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[onryousagi]

lil warm up thing! its like a storyboard for an idea i have for sisyphean men; that They like to torment survivors by manifesting things that trouble each person. with wilson, its feeling the judgment and subsequent shame he has for not listening to his mother. if he had listened to her, he wouldnt be in the situation hes in. also, he is haunted by the self-imposed idea that he is a disappointment to his mother.

[crazysnor1ax]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63916015/chapters/163932910

How does one go on without their other half? This thought, along with many others, plagued Wendy Carter's mind after the passing of her dear sister, Abigail. What does she do with herself now? Was her sister still out there? Why wasn't she responding to her various rituals and methods of communication? Perhaps most importantly, why, after experiencing a particularly vivid dream one night, did she wake up to find her sister in her own bed like nothing had ever happened? Overjoyed at her sister's return, Wendy now has a new purpose: figure out why she can suddenly see Abigail, help her with her newfound ghostly abilities, and find out why it is that a shadowy corruption seems to be threatening to twist her sister-and even Wendy herself-into something unlike the living world has ever seen.

NEW FIC HOURS!!! I'm so excited to finally have the first chapter of Lost in a Dream done!! Can't wait to keep working on this >:3

[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!]

[tentajack]

Take my lime!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64204567/chapters/164773258

I can't seem to get myself to make this one actually explicit despite planning it out for it, but at least it's out of the wip graveyard folder

[navigadget]

For the longest time after the arrival of the last survivor in the Constant, it seemed that none more would be seen. But that would change when a hot air balloon crashes into the Wilderness, carrying a desperate escapee of the Plateau as its sole passenger. Now, a humble, frail man with an inability to speak and an eccentric motormouth historian find themselves oddly drawn to each other's presence.

Hi! If you'd like fic for an extremely rarepair ship that only three people on earth like, you're in luck! Please take my Wesler garbage 💅

[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 ❤️

[burlybeardlord]

Oneshot and headcanon, inspired the little we know about Wilson’s background. Featuring my OC, Wrenley. Might make this into an AU, but as of now, it is unfinished.

--

Wrenley blinked.

“Wait, what?” Had she heard Wilson right? 

“Your parents tried to marry you off behind your back?” 

Alright, it wasn’t that surprising from what she heard about his parents. She knew people like them. But still, that some people would treat their own children like that and go this far...

She dropped a log into their fire. The cold was encroaching now the longer the night wen. The blast of warmth as the flames jumped higher was welcome.

“How did that happen?”

“They wanted me to carry on the family name as the male ‘first-born’. But they were content to wait and never mention it until after they kicked my nanny and confidant out.”

“Bethina, right? She worked as your family’s maid once you became ‘too old’ for a nanny.” 

“Yes. I still don’t know where she went or why they even fired her.” An uncomfortable pauses as he grimaced. “Actually. They started me asking every other day when I intended to seek a fiance, exactly one week after they forced Bethany to leave. I was sixteen then.” 

The bitterness in his voice increased.

“I just don’t know. Maybe she scared them. Maybe they were angry that she indulged and mothered me, when they demanded from me to be a more of a ‘man’. What ever that was supposed to mean.”

He ripped off a fistful of grass and threw it into the air. He muttered something that was too low for her to hear before he shook his head, sighing. 

"Or they feared that she was a bad influence on me. She always encouraged me to search for my happiness - when we were alone, mind you - rather than be the good, quiet, and obedient little boy they wanted me to be.”

The grass blades were still floating down around him as he let himself fall back.

“They’d lose their chance to strike up a powerful alliance with another business through me. Not that that worked for them out, anyway.”

He looked at Wrenley, rolling onto his side and closer to the fire. The flames danced in his eyes, tinged red for the moment. Some of the grass blades dropped into the flames and met their burning end. 

“I met my supposed bride on a party a month later as my father introduced one of his business partners and his family to me. Their daughter- she was nice enough, I believe.”

“Nice enough?” He shrugged.

“I talked to her once. Once. I can’t even remember clearly what she looked like or what we talked about...” His left arm folded under his head. “I don’t think she knew either what they or her own parents had planned.”

“I hope she found happiness, considering what you’ve told so far.” 

He started at Wrenley’s word, but his expression softened instantly and he nodded.

She leaned forward on her knees. She couldn’t imagine how either of them must have felt, if the girl also learned about the arrangement... She scowled. Had she been in either of their places, she would have raised hell and probably punched their respective parents in the face before storming off.

But as it was - her own mother would have never forced her into such a situation in the first place. She had taught her how to stand up for herself and seek her path as her own person. 

Not as future mother or wife to be married off, so that she’d bear children, and do all the housework for some man.

She’d never been rich, but sometimes she forgot how lucky she still had been.

“When did you learn about that entire mess, then? You said they tried to do it behind your backs.”

“Right the next day, when her parents were visiting for an ‘important contract’. I then overheard them as I went to bring Mother some of her medicine.”

She made the connection when she thought about his strange stress on ‘contract’ and winced. Also because she bit on her lip before she yelled. She really didn’t want to bring hounds on them with her outrage.

“Ouch.”

She licked over the indents on her lower lip.

“Yeah, ‘ouch’,” he said, emotionless. “I wonder what they were thinking, leaving the door open like that. Or if they were thinking at all when they talked about me and her like some assets to move around for maximum profit.

“I was then only 17, a few months shy of 18.” Again, that weird pause and expression. 

“I was shocked, but mostly afraid. I barely ever saw my parents, and they had instilled it me to obey them always. Back then I didn’t realize, but without other support, I wouldn’t have been able to do much against their decision anyway.

“So. Before they noticed me eavesdropping, I knocked, somehow convinced them I hadn’t heard a thing, and left for the parlor.”

[Fin]

[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.

[ifchuckthenonlysneed]

Thank you Kahoot for organizing this project, it was very fun to work on and forced me to write for the first time in a while. A LONG while. Always love doing anything Wendy related... please check it out

Sleepover Fic Here zzzZZZzzz

This fic is so big oh my glom how did we write over eight thousand words…

What is this fic about? It's simple!

This is the Webny sleepover fic! They have a sleepover and it's very cute. But also, it's a collaboration between me and other artists! @mushroomwarning and @ifchuckthenonlysneed aided tremendously with writing and helping create this wonderful fic!

If y'all want to read something cute with Webber and Wendy while also seeing what these two wonderful artists have done to make this story even better, then give the fic a read! It's great, and l'd like to thank MushroomWarning again for the cover art! Beautiful stuff :,D

[onryousagi]

when youre so mad you break character lol

[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

[latetothegameds]

Working on Smoke and Mirrors again, AMA

I took a break to work on other projects (then I got busy with work), but I'm back! Really want to get it done soon, because I had the document just sitting there for like, a year. 😅

Anyway, feel free to send asks (and I will try to answer them in a timely manner this time 😅)!

[mushroomwarning]

Their lack of understanding for the human race has reached a boiling point, but maybe Wilson can relate to the automatons troubled thoughts.

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Check out Frigid is the Heart on Ao3!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/62317915

Cover art was made by @metamorphosemachine ! Check xyr art on Bluesky as well as giving xem a follow!

[tentajack]

After a long, looooooooooong unwanted hiatus, A Midwinter's Nightmare is complete. Please enjoy the final part of Warly's survival horror nightmare.