Dst Stories

aka the cringe self insert dst fic because I have brainrot over these sillies. not beta read. unfinished.

yeah I don't have Tumblr so I'ma do this here also sorry for the cringe asf art <3 TRYNA KEEP THIS STORY ALIVE BECAUSE THE OTHER ONES I HAVE I JUST STOPPED WRITING :P

you can request ships, x readers, maybe even ocs i'll upload a lot by myself sometimes enjoy

yeah

I'm bored as hell bro (I still need mental help)

If you are reading this again, wattpad broke and made me have to do it today.

He once told me no one knows the real him.I didn't think he meant it, and not in a good way. He is a straight A student, and everyone knows it, not to mention he is on the swim team. All that though isn't the real him, the real him hides deep within himself. ---------- "Can you please tell me what that was?" I nearly shout at him. All I get is silence. He keeps his back to me. "Please, I need some explanation." I beg. I stay still as he stops dead in his tracks. His body is tense and it's scarring me. He turns around slowly to face me with his hands at his sides. His eyes meet mine, but there is no spark of any emotion in them. They are cold and dark making me look away not being able to hold his deadly stare. I feel uneasy under his gaze, and i feel his eyes burning a hole in the side of my face. "No, I won't explain because it's not important." He says in a low, almost, growl. I flinch and look back into his eyes. I feel hurt by his words and I don't know why, but I know he sees it in my eyes. His faces flashes with regret but it's quickly covered up with his faces going back to it's hard cold look. I feel my heart stop and my face go pale. His look terrified me making me hold my breath. "Breath." He orders. I start to breathe again and just blink at him. "Now go." He orders me again. I flinch involuntarily at his tone and jump back slightly. "Please don't let me walk home alone." I beg in a quiet voice, looking down at my feet. The next thing I see are his black combat boots right in front of my shoes. I look up into his eyes and he looks down into mine confusion written all over his face. "How come you aren't running yet?" He questions searching my eyes. "I just can't walk home alone, please I'm scared." I hear him chuckle. "You aren't afraid of me? What can possibly be scarier than me?" He asks. "Well, I know you will keep me safe." "Why is that?" He questions raising an eyebrow at me. "You haven't hurt me." "Yet." He mutters, but I roll my eyes.

so yeah... you can request. And another story may refer to another one. But it is either something happened or in an entirely different universe. Also only DST. So no one that is not in like the hamlet DLC.

You grew up knowing about fae folk. You knew not to step in their rings. You knew not to make deals with them. And yet you did. The question is, do you regret it? A slow burn Wilson x fem!reader story. Despite there being a kind of "code name" for the reader, this is not an OC insert Potential triggers, implication of childhood abuse and the confrontation of it, blood, violence mental health discussion

Being alone isn't necessarily a curse all the time. Neither is a blessing. Like the Constant itself, the keys to freedom lie hidden somewhere between reality and the unknown. Behind the glooming moons back. Among the shadows of the dusk. As each piece falls in its place, a strange story gets closer to be unfold. Let the next step happen. A fanfiction built on the DST lore and game franchise. This is an experiemental story. Periodical continuation is not promised. I'll practice pacing, POVs, and balancing my narration in order to find my own writing style. I hope you too will enjoy the process! Please note, that the majority of this content starting from the Don't Starve Together icon on the cover to the last original character rightfully belongs to Klei Entertainment. Thank you!

Wilson finds himself lost at sea again. Instead of being thrown into a tropical hell, he finds himself at a strange new land. The place has lots of light and other things that defy logic. Wilson raised his head after regaining his conscious. The land around him had a blue and white theme. Wilson's eyes glanced at the new world. One thing that caught his eyes were glass spikes. They could be seen through. They are stronger than any other glass. Maybe it isn't glass at all? One thing that caught Wilson's eyes were the strange plant life. Some grew rocks others were strange alien-looking trees. By the side of the gentle scientist were a pickax and a normal ax. Everything about this confused Wilson. "Huh? What's this?" Wilson felt his vest's pockets to feel something that may be a map.

Can't write, please criticize me. Burn my corpse and retake the holy land. This was an impulsive idea and I doubt it'll head anywhere.

This was gonna be 2 fanfics but I made them 1 Wip for now TW: none for now, but later there might Note: I will put tw for certain chapters and then do a summary afterwards for the sensitive

Hello everyone ! It's my first fanfiction, I hope y'all will enjoy it !

Collection of one shots/stuff, feel free to request stuff and I'll get to it.

WX didn't really sign up for all this. Even so they only act to be pleased with the results of their poor decision making because they're honestly scared to let anyone know they regret what happened, what they did-or just how things turned out.

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Don't starve together fanfic about Webber (main character) Wilson willow and The robot who's name I'm not willing to write every time he's mentioned and Wendy also Wendy x Webber