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saltiness-is-my-love-language · 2 months

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Can you do a Triumphant!Wilson × Female!Reader to make a evil romantic relationship to join his dark side to make her his evil queen in the constant?

Don't Starve Together (Triumphant! Wilson x Female! Reader)

(TW: slight manipulation)

It's not clear why or how you ended up in the constant. One minute you were minding your business when you were sucked into a spiral-like portal. For the past few days, you've had to survive independently. Killing monsters and gathering materials. All while you had the feeling of being watched.

One day you met Wolfgang while you both tried to help each other kill a deerclops together. Once the stupid thing was dead Wolfgang invited you back to his base where you meet other survivors. It was nice, but sometimes you could hear them whisper with worry about someone named 'Wilson'.

"Who's Wilson?" you asked Wickerbottom. "Another survivor and friend of ours, but he went missing and we haven't found him since," she says setting her book down. "I'm sorry for your loss," you say giving the older lady a hug. "Thank you dear," she returns giving you a hug as well. Suddenly you were ripped away from the hug by an unknown force that not even you or Wickerbottom knew what it was.

As time passes you notice strange things happening. Thermal rocks would appear in your tent on colder nights, monsters never seemed to attack you, and it felt like you were being physically guided somewhere.

Then one day... "Wilson!" Webber yelled running over to a medium-sized male in a dark suit with spiky shoulder pads and slicked-back hair shaped like a spiky W. "Hello Webber," he said petting the spider boy on his head. Everyone gathered around their friend asking questions. Only you and Maxwell stayed back.

Since you didn't know the man, and you did not want to spoil the little reunion the group was having. As for Maxwell, he seemed to be slightly scared of Wilson's return.

"And who's that?" Wilson asks pointing a gloved finger at you. "That's a new member (Reader). She's been a great help," Wickerbottom says. "Agreed, new member very helpful!" Wolfgang adds.

"Hello there dear," he says to you, holding out a hand. "Hi," you awkwardly say taking his hand. "What is someone as beautiful as you doing in a place like this?" he asks holding eye contact. "I'm not entirely sure myself sir," you say. "No need for formalities, my name is Wilson," he laughs as other members return to doing what they were doing.

"Oh, you're the missing person! I'm glad you are okay," you exclaim almost like you forgot the interaction everyone was having a few seconds ago. "Well thank you for the concern my dear (Reader), I do hope we can become very good acquittances," Wilson says before bowing down and heading to his old tent.

"Be careful," Maxwell says watching Wilson leave. "Excuse me?" you ask. "I said be careful around him, being gone and alone for so long on your own here can mess up your brain," he explains. "I was on my own here for a while are you implying I have a messed up head," you exclaim raising a brow.

"What no! Ugh you women and your emotions," he grumbles before walking away. "Go choke on a rock!" you shout out after him not noticing the eyes watching you leave sliming at what just played out.

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A couple of weeks passed, and the bond between you and Wilson grew. First, it started with you always being in the same group to go out and collect resources. Then you both started hanging out in your free time chatting by the fire, or talking while he worked on inventions.

Others at the camp started to see how Wilson would save food for you or make you avoid getting dangerous jobs. Many also saw the glare he gave to anyone who got too close to you or how he would purposely find ways for you to rely on him. Slowly they started to talk to you less, because of the fear of what would happen to them.

One day while out in a flower field making flower crowns in the hope it could help fix some of the friendships you didn't hear the sounds of footsteps.

"Hello dear," the familiar voice rang out. "Wilson, hi!" you exclaim patting a spot for him to join you. "What are you doing out here all on your own?" he asks taking a seat next to you and sitting closer taking in your scent. "Trying to make flower crowns for everyone else back at camp," you explain not seeing how Wilson's brows furrow at that.

"Oh, I made you one too," you say, grabbing a crown made of roses. Placing it on his head you get back to work trying to hide the blush. "Roses?" he asks pulling off a petal and playing with it in his hand.

"I thought it matched your sharper angles and clothing, plus they're pretty," you explain. "Hmm, you're very insightful," he says, leaning closer. "Thanks, but it seems it's not really helping right now," you say placing down your current crown. "Why's that?" he asks playing with some of your hair.

"Because no one is talking to me. Feels like they don't want me around anymore," you explain, tears coming to your eyes. The people who you helped and survived with all of a sudden turned their shoulders to you. "There's no need to cry, you never really needed them in the first place," he says.

"Why's that?" you now ask, this time turning to look at him seeing a slight blush on his face. That was something you've noticed, no matter how confident he acted he was still a shy awkward nerd.

"Because I can help you. I mean who do you think kept you safe all of those times before you met me?" he questions. "You?" "Exactly," he says with a smirk. That was all him helping you? Scaring off monsters and even your friends. It makes sense since he showed up everyone became distant and Maxwell did warn you.

"Crazy idea," he randomly says breaking your train of thought. "How about we leave this place," he adds leaning back crushing a small flower under his hand. "And go where?" you ask placing down the flowers. "To my new palace. If you don't like it we can build another palace for you, either way, you wouldn't have to worry about being ignored or left for dead," he explains leaning forward closer to you.

"But what if they need our help?" "Oh (Reader)," he laughs placing a hand on your head. "I've always liked how you care so much about others, but isn't it about time someone cared for you?" he inquires touching foreheads with you. "I guess," you quietly say.

"Then come with me. Become my queen and we can live in peace without fear of starvation or death," he says. Looking back at the base you can see others laughing amongst themselves. A happier atmosphere took over the camp without you there. Looking back at Wilson you give a slight nod. "What if I say no?" you inquire. "Do I have to remind you who kept you safe this whole time? You do owe me for that, my dear," Wilson says smiling. "Plus look at them! They seem so happy without you there. Without your help and everything you did for them. It's only fair to punish them for such bad behavior," he adds.

"Okay, I'll go with you," you say after thinking. It's hard being a nice person for so long. "Wonderful! Oh my dear (Reader) you will not regret this," he exclaims picking you up and spinning you before crashing his lips onto yours. "I promise I'll keep you safe," He whispers placing you down with his forehead pressed to yours. "Alright I trust you," you say gently kissing his nose causing him to blush again. "Let us get going now shall we my Queen," he says bowing.

"Of course my King," you laugh doing a fake curtsy. Smiling Wilson hooks his arms with yours leading you away from the base as the fog moves out of the way revealing the base to be empty.

(This one ended up being a bit of a yandere, but whatever)

(Art by me)

#ds x reader #dst #dst x reader #dst wilson x reader #dst wilson #ds wilson #don't starve together x reader #don't strave together #don't starve #don't starve together wilson #don't starve wilson

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iwillgodownwiththissite · 1 year

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I truly don't care about rich people playing dress up

#I guess to at least care about the outfits #But i don't care about them dressing up for a fancy party while people in the country its held in are straveing #And unable to afford to medical bills #met gala #Fuck it #Just another play ground for the rich

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hornetdream · 2 years

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✨webbed introduces Wendy and addi to Kevin at a little tea party on the prairie✨

(Kevin is one of my main ocs )

#don't starve webber #don't starve oc's #don't starve #don't starve fanar #don't starve wendy #wendy don't strave #art #furry art #animals #furry oc #comics #webbed

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thefoxlady · 1 year

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In my opinion, these guys could be interesting Don't Starve villains

A long time ago I made my version of this bootleg Wilson from this bootleg game. I'm gonna call him Frogson because his tongue looks long for some reason.

His DNA is mix of human and frog.

(Fun Fact: Klei actually knows about this bootleg, you can see it on their twitter, "Never feel your strave. Not even once." - Klei)

#don't starve together #don't starve #dst wilton #dst winnie #dst wallace #dst waverly #don't feel strave #bootleg

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fandomandangstlover · 2 months

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pros of not caring about your class that much: no drama

cons of not caring about your class that much: you don't know shit

#my thoughts #vent #yes. this is a vent.#forcin myself to eat so i don't strave but. God.#hugh.#feel free to reblog and ignore the tags tho.

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thestrangestwatermelonofall · 11 months

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Maybe if I tear myself to pieces doing the work over and over, then you'll say I did a good job. Maybe if I sweat and starve and bleed and break my bones, then you'll look at me and nod your head in approval. Maybe if I destroy myself in the process, then you'll be satisfied with the work that I have done. Maybe if I skip my break and work tirelessly, then I'll be done on time. Maybe if I work forty hours a week and maybe if I have an open availability and maybe if I answer your every call to pick up extra shifts, then I'll deserve the pay that I get. Maybe if I destroy myself and my life and everything about me and become nothing but a vessel for the physical labor ingrained in my muscle memory, then I'll be a good worker.

but I doubt it'll ever happen. And I doubt you'll ever be able to look through the place I've just cleaned every inch of and be able to say "it's clean."

#Rant #Vent #Feel free to reblog and interact #Guys I know that I need the character development from working in customer service and fast food but I think I've had enough #And I know that I am being dramatic. That is the point of this post #to let it all out #But like I do sweat and I do strave and I do hit my head and I do bleed #Like #don't pretend like that isn't how this life is #I don't want these leaders to pretend like we don't tear ourselves apart working for their stupid company #and then they just get to waltz in and put their hands all over everything we tried so hard to clean and tell us “it's a little sticky”#And it's not even the leaders' fault. Like I love and appreciate all those people and they are good people.#But they can't pretend that it isn't unfair that they get to work in luxury using their minds to solve problems while #the workers have to break their bodies lifting and carrying and cleaning day after day so that the leaders can get paid a bit more #It's all so overwhelming and it often makes me sad #Why don't we pay the physical laborers more? Idk. I wish I had an answer #For now I'll just continue to be stupid and whine about my stupid little job at a stupid little starbucks #and I'll pretend like my life isn't falling apart. For the sake of their reputation #I'll pretend like I'm not dying every day #Negative #very negative #It's so funny because I'm still not done #Maybe if I work out every day to make myself strong enough to lift a cow then I'll be able to make it through these eight hour work days #Maybe if I change my lifestyle completely to benefit a stupid company then I'll be happy with my life #fuuuccckkkk #Okay I am making this public now. Um. :)#Personal

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meanspoedgirl · 10 months

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Hungry? Of course you are you little piggy. Oh? You came on here to distract yourself? You really have no control do you. You don't need food you have fat hanging off you. You Disgust me! Would you eat a bowl of maggots and rotting milk? No see your not hungry. Now be a good little piggy and go STRAVE.

Bye my piggies xoxo

#ana rant #tw ana trigger #ana trigger #@nor3×14 #ed vent #@na tips #ed disorder #i want to be weightless #tw ana shit #@na trigger #meanspø

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jals-stuff · 29 days

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Hihi! First of all I LOVE your writing and thank you for feeding us hungry Orter fans with your work (I have been STRAVING for his fic) so if you don't mind, I have a little request! So I imagine in a what if Orter has a crush on someone (aka us and ofc we gotta like the sandman back) who's always on a dangerous mission due to how strong they are who is ALSO his partner time to time and one day, they just went into a coma from overusing their magic. MAYBE when they woke up, the two will confess to each other or?? Idk I will let you cook 🧑‍🍳

(Sorry if my wording is a little confusing!)

good day/evening anon! your wording is just fine no worries

first of all, thank you SO much, this brightened my day by a lot, you have absolutely no clue what kind of serotonin torrent you have unleashed. I am glad at least some people like my writings, that's why I'm doing it.

I don't think this is 100% close to what you described, but I hope you'll like it regardless-

Should be gn!reader if I didn't mess it up...

warnings: SLIGHT SPOILIES, bit dark, mentions of death, bit of despair... not proofread I am so sorry.

word count: 2.8k

note: I apologise for any dumb mistakes because I physically cannot proofread myself at 6am but if I don't post it now I won't do it ever. please don't hate me anon

What if...

As much as he hates to admit it (to himself, of course), Orter had grown a little bit too fond of you. The way you greet him whenever you come back from a mission, or the way you always make sure to respect the rules and act logically while also protecting everyone around you when the two of you would go on missions together.

The way you whine when your legs are tired after walking long distances, the way you always bring him a little something to eat when you know it’s going to be a long trip. You’ve always been good to everyone, much opposed to the cold man; but it wasn’t the only difference between the two of you.

Everyone has their own logic and, as much as you respected your own, his was quite different. While you wanted to take every single possibility into consideration, he preferred not to overload his mind with useless statistics and just think of a solution when the time comes.

However, a lot of things aren’t affected by logic, such as feelings, and how could the dense sandman guess that you were absolutely enamoured with him? These were variables he would’ve never imagined, even though he was painfully into you as well.

Of course, he was your top priority, and protecting him from harm even though he was a rather powerful mage was of the utmost importance. He should’ve known that when the two of you recklessly charged into enemy territory in an attempt to weaken the devil’s quintuplets before they would be on the move.

Orter was a man of many things, but “what if''s were not part of his usual reasoning, and that was the biggest mistake of his life. However he only realised it too late when you had to break your own limits to make sure he’d go back safely. It was time to retreat, but the two of you had been completely cornered.

Having a dormant god inside of your wand had many benefits, but Psyche was not an entity to be trifled with. The Soul Goddess would, each time you requested even a fraction of her power, take a huge toll on your stamina and sanity, and this time it was more than critical.

You were already exhausted from using so much of your mana, and now you were completely surrounded by Innocent Zero's sons. Unleashing your Psyche Inclination and ordering all of the quintuplets to sleep immediately surpassed your own boundaries.

You knew what would happen if you pushed beyond your limits with your personal magic, but it was completely worth it. After all, what was the point of living anymore if the only person you loved was dead?

All of them were immensely powerful, and neutralising such strong enemies was not a meagre task. As soon as the last one fell to the ground in blissful slumber, you felt something rupture inside of you; like a used rope that suddenly lets go, your breath hitched and you collapsed to the floor.

It was all pitch black, and your consciousness kept you company just long enough to let you hear Orter’s panicked voice calling out for you. Yet somehow, despite the fact that you were falling into the pitch-black abyss, you felt relieved that he, above everything and everyone, was safe.

But anything beyond the confines of your darkened mind was unknown to you and despite your multiple attempts to open your eyes and wake up, everything went silent.

“No, no no…”

Had you been awake, you would’ve been astonished at how Orter had never been that distressed before, at least not in front of you. The loss of his dear friend Alex Elliot had taught him a painful lesson not to get attached to anyone and to simply stick to the rules, but he had let himself fall for you, and now he was experiencing the trauma once more.

“Please, no… not them…”

Not only were you unconscious, you had done this to yourself for his sake. He was aware of that fact; had you not decided to literally put yourself through such an ordeal, the two of you would be dead already.

But unlike his deceased junior, your heart was still beating and there was still time to save you. He had never run so fast in his entire life, carrying you carefully in his arms to bring you back to the Bureau’s infirmary, laying you down as gently as he could as the nurses rushed to assess your state.

You weren’t hurt, so to say, but the abusive usage of your personal magic had plunged you into a coma, and it was unsure if you would ever wake up from it.

It looked like you were peacefully asleep, maybe dreaming of a better place you would possibly join soon; unmoving and slowly breathing, as if nothing had happened. Orter knew you could possibly open your eyes anytime, and it kept him distracted every time he would fill his paperwork or go on a mission.

Whenever he had free time, he would rush to the infirmary to check on you, make sure you’re still breathing, or even talk to you. It could help you come back to your senses, or so the nurses said, and as ridiculous as he felt when he talked to your inert body, he would’ve done anything in his power to bring you back, as slim as the chances were.

But then it suddenly hit him. What could he possibly tell you if you ever woke up? He would for sure apologise, but other than that? How could he face you after you had quite literally sacrificed yourself for him? He wasn’t even sure he could look into your eyes again.

Did you resent him for this?

Would you forgive his recklessness?

Would you give him this warm smile he had gotten so used to?

And would it be time for him to finally admit his feelings? You were right here, in front of him, yet you weren’t there. He missed you so dearly, the sound of your voice, the shit eating grin you’d give him whenever he was wrong and you were right, the way you’d laugh at his disgruntled expression afterwards…

All of these interactions he thought annoyed him were now severely missed and he would’ve given anything to even just see the colour of your eyes one more time.

And see he didn’t, for what seemed to be an eternity. Everyday, when he’d come to visit you, a small part of him hoped your eyes would be open and you’d greet him the way you always did, but every time, he was met with your inanimate form, comfortably laid in the infirmary bed.

His hope of hearing your voice ever again gradually vanished with every one-sided conversation he had with your unconscious figure, swallowing down his emotions with every word he said. He was slowly accepting the fact that you might just never open your eyes again.

The more this thought settled into his mind, the more desperate he grew, and suddenly, his usual mindset faded away and his brain filled with “what if”s.

What if he had taken some time to listen to your suggestions, what if he had thought of a plan B like you always had? What if he had ever told you about his feelings, what if you loved him back? What if you didn't? What if you never woke up?

Dread took over on his other emotions and suddenly, it wasn’t hope that drove him to visit you everyday; it was despair. What if you never opened your eyes again? How could he ever live with your presence replaced by this horrifying feeling of guilt for letting you die in his place?

You were surely powerful enough that you could’ve ran away on your own, and left him behind if needed; it would’ve been the logical, reasonable thing to do. But the heart has its reasons which reason knows nothing of. Of course, he should’ve known that you would never leave him behind, but precisely because it was completely illogical, it never occurred to him that you would willingly let yourself be hurt if he had a chance to make it out alive.

Now he was sitting at your bedside and kept hoping you’d wake up, just open your eyes and talk to him, greet him and say everything was going to be fine, just the way it was before… it seemed like he hadn’t heard your voice in an eternity, and it was weighing on him the whole time. Like a burden he would have to carry forever if you didn’t wake up from this coma you had put yourself into for his own sake.

His eyes never left your figure as he spoke to you kindly, as if you were still awake. Of course, occasional visitors would look at him like he was a lunatic, talking to someone who was obviously not here to answer, but it didn’t matter to him anymore.

Orter was ready to abandon his image for your sake, sometimes even skipping work and breaking his own principles so he could hold your hand for another minute before going on yet another perilous mission.

The thought of you dying peacefully in your sleep haunted his mind every single day, and his sorrow was great enough that, more than once, he did consider exhausting himself enough so he would be defenceless enough for an enemy to just take him out of his misery.

For weeks, months, his mind was plagued with the thought of you leaving him forever, of not being able to tell you about these feelings he thought were completely unnecessary. Shame and rejection didn’t even matter to him anymore and he just longed for the day you’d wake up and even just look at him.

He was on a mission, the day he heard that one of your fingers had merely twitched. Breaking protocol was far from his usual behaviour, but he needed to see you. That is how he accidentally drowned an entire area in sand, catching both enemies and harmless monsters in his Antlion’s Nest.

The rules didn’t matter to him anymore, it was a physical need to see if you were okay and to maybe, just maybe hear your voice.

However, he walked in on something completely different. Many of the other Divine Visionaries were gathered around you in religious silence, observing you. He had to push through the crowd and his heart stopped for a second when he saw you.

You were sitting up in your bed, slightly confused as to why everyone was staring like this. For you, mere seconds had passed but in reality it had been literal months. As your eyes travelled amongst the crowd, you saw Orter, who was also staring at you in utter disbelief.

The infirmary was completely silent, and no one was moving, as if time had suddenly stopped. Ryoh threw a glance at the others and they just silently left. Now it was just you and Orter, looking at each other in both confusion and shock. He stumbled towards the chair that was resting near your bed and he slowly took a seat.

“Well… you look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

Upon hearing your voice, he let out a sigh he didn’t know he was holding. It was like all of his burdens were suddenly lifted off his shoulders and his head and arms simply collapsed against the mattress, much to your confusion. You raised your hand to reach for his hair and upon seeing how your nails had grown so much, you realised something probably happened.

“It’s been months! I thought you’d never wake up! I thought I wouldn’t hear your voice ever again. Why on Earth would you do such a thing? No, no... it was all my fault. I'm sorry, (Y/N), I'm so, so sorry.”

He sounded angry, but he really wasn’t. You started connecting the dots and it took you a bit of time to understand that you had been unconscious for the past few months, worrying the poor sandman to death, though right now it didn’t matter at all.

“I’m glad you’re alive, Orter.”

Although you had been unconscious for literal months, seeing the Desert Cane unharmed was such a huge relief for you. However, not everything was swell inside his mind. He still felt extremely guilty that you nearly died for him, and nothing could possibly pay back this humongous debt he thought he owed you.

But seeing his relieved expression when he looked at you was enough of a payback. He had watched you wither away for months and now you were finally back to the world of the living, eyes focused on him and him only.

You tried to stand up but as soon as your arms attempted to lift your form, they gave out and you started losing balance. Orter immediately stood up from his chair to catch you, wrapping his arms around your now weak body to support you, but even after you were back to your spot, he wouldn’t let go. He simply sat on your bed next to you, not letting go.

Almost out of instinct, you rested your head on his shoulder and let out a long sigh, your arms raising up slightly.

“Please, just rest, you must be really exhausted.”

But his words just didn’t reach you, you needed this. After a while and a lot of effort, you managed to rest these weak arms of yours against his shoulders, on the sides of his neck, and he fell silent. You had no strength at all but he could feel you use all of your willpower to embrace him, and you also seemed like you wouldn’t let go.

He seemed fine with it as he slightly nuzzled your neck and closed his eyes, finally relaxing a little after this emotional rollercoaster. It felt so comfortable to finally be in his arms after such a long time spent longing for him, as if you were finally where you belonged.

“I missed you.” Orter said quietly, close to your ear. His arms tightened around and you would've probably cried hadn't you been so exhausted. Your words were stuck in your throat and you could only nod and hum softly, your voice cutting inside your throat.

His arms tightened around you further, holding you into a comforting hug, one of his hands gently going through your hair and keeping your head close to him. You exhaled again, wanting nothing more than to keep holding him.

“Just don't let go. Please.”

Your voice was muffled by his embrace but you were close enough to his ear for him to understand your words, and you could've sworn you heard his breath hitch for a second as his arms tightened even harder around you.

“I won't.” He sighs into your neck, comfortably seated on the side of your bed, and you wanted nothing more than to lay back down and have him hold you, but you were still in the infirmary and it would've been very problematic to be seen like this.

“I won't, ever. I can't.” He held you even closer now, like he was trying to merge with you, your chest and his pressed against each other as if to share your heartbeats.

Although you had never seen Orter being this close with anyone before, it all felt very natural. Just like the way his hand slid from your hair to your cheek, like the way he moved away from you slowly, his usually cold gaze now soft and filled with something you weren't quite used to.

Just like the way he couldn't take it any longer and gave in to the physical urge to softly press his lips to yours. You didn't pull away, of course; the moment too precious to let surprise ruin it.

You returned the kiss, your eyes now closed to take in the pleasant, wholesome warmth his embrace brought to you, after you'd been so cold for literal months.

As nothing lasts forever, your lips and his slowly separated, but his eyes were now on yours again.

“I won't let you fall again, (Y/N), I promise.”

You couldn't help but give a soft chuckle and his expression turned slightly puzzled. Of course, you two didn't share the same braincells.

“I've already fallen too hard.” You breathed out.

His eyes widened for a second before he regained his composure and brushed a few hairs away from your face to place them behind your ear.

“Then I guess we’re both down now.” he finally admitted, his expression just a little softer and his lips almost curved into a smile.

You were suddenly thankful for Orter holding you so close, lest your heart would've jumped out of your chest.

“I love you, just… in case it wasn't clear enough.” He awkwardly added, and you thought it was just adorable. Another chuckle escaped you with a nod.

“I know. I love you too.”

He hummed softly and sighed deeply in relief.

That was one “what if” finally satisfied, and probably the first of a long list.

#mashle x reader #orter madl #orter mádl #mashle #mashle magic and muscles #orter mádl x reader #orter madl x you #orter x reader #mashle orter #orter madl x reader

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poppy-metal · 5 months

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be prepared for the inbox flood bc i just let my fingers fly in my notes app. you shouldn’t have challenged me 😈‼️

luke’s young sister au with jordan where you tell sam about it and sam is fighting the demons (the puppets) not to tell luke but how can he betray his twin by telling their older brother but how can he betray luke by not saying anything and eventually you just spill to luke bc RAAAAA we can’t have sam feeling bad and jordan ends up shutting out you AND luke bc they think luke is upset with them and they’re not even sure what to say to you, i mean you’re the one who wanted to keep it a secret???

them still shutting you out even when luke makes it abundantly clear that he isn’t upset with them (he was at first but yk the scene in friends where ross is like “MY BEST FRIEND AND MY SISTER😡😡???…. my best friend and my sister🥰”??? it’s like that.) and they start hanging out again

you literally having to show up at jordan’s dorm and threaten to break their door off the fucking hinged for them to let you in

hot nasty hours long make up sex 😈‼️

agreeing to not be a secret anymore🤞🏼(enter simp jordan era!)

-🪻

brothers best friend jordan is so important to me, flower. sniffs.

you know the sex is nasty too. you're angry at them for giving you up so easy, they're angry because you got them into this mess in the first place, this sneaking around and lying and even if luke is okay with it, it doesn't stop the fact that they lied for so long and went behind his back. you're red in the face, pushing and shoving at their shoulders, because they dont get to act all high and fucking mighty when they could have stopped whenever they wanted. they didn't have to fuck you, but they did. they didn't have to keep fucking you, but they did.

it ends with them kissing you to shut you up, god you're such a fucking brat, so fucking annoying. always nipping at their heels and driving them crazy. but they kiss you like they're straving. moaning and backing you up till your back is slammed against the wall, hands everywhere, your shirt is gone, then theirs is, clothes yanked off and they're still angry, but also so turned on by the time they hitch you up higher and slide you down onto their cock slow and fucking steady - "you come into my dorm, into my fucking life - with all your fuckin' demands and your big fucking eyes and tight clothes and sweet - ah, hell - sweet fucking pussy. and you think you can yell at me?" they grip your chin as they really give it to you then, slamming you up and down on their dick with one hand wrapped around your waist, bouncing you on it, the shlick shlick shlick of your pussy coming up and down over them filling the room - "that's now how it works, baby. you want this dick you gotta -" they drag you up, till just the head - thick and throbbing - is pressing at your opening - "ask fucking nicely from now on." they feed it back into you, your head thumps back against the wall. your thighs tightening around their waist.

you don't care what you have to do from now on, as long as jordan fucks you like this every day. you'll be sweet as fucking pie. (that's a lie)

#ask #🪻anon #jordan li smut #jordan li x reader #srry i held onto this one for a bit

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blitzkennedyrieg · 1 month

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ok but i don't have the image for it but imagine heiter in the most beautiful & silkiest pijamas, bill is wearing crusty blue pijamas with a sleeping cap & martin is just boxers with hearts on them 😭 i hope you get it

also im bamboozled on how there's barely fanart of centipede im gonna strave sooner or later

this might've been what you were talking about it might not have been but either way this was funny to draw

#answered #the human centipede #ricky art

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thatsleepyoni · 2 months

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Garmadon and Vinny, but they're Don't Starve Together characters!!!

Don't Starve Together is a difficult survival game where players have to survive through days and night while trying to not strave. Recommend it <3 It's fun.

I don't know why but I had got this idea last night and I just had to draw them, they definitely play this game together.

I may add more info about them later.

#Don't Starve Together #lego ninjago #ninjago #lord garmadon #ninjago garmadon #vinny of ngtv news #vinny folson #survivalshipping

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animesmolbean · 2 months

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A World of Pure Imagination

Author's Note: Get ready because this is the longest chapter!

Side note: I saw Wonka at my college theater two nights ago (March 24th. It was my sixth time seeing the movie), and I was so ecstatic to experience it a second time in a theater! It was so much fun watching it with others in my college, they all really enjoyed it too!

Side Note 2: The moment in the GIF when Willy tells Noodle that she did teach him to read was so sweet. He’s so adorable! 🤧♥️

Hope you enjoy this chapter! ♥️

Chapter 13: Operation Change the World

The couple walked all throughout town, talking about what they would do to make sure The Chocolate Cartel and Scrubbit and Bleacher were locked up for good. Willy told Yin about his theory about the rings Slugworth and Noodle owned. Yin told him that he figured out who poisoned the chocolate. Willy told him that he knew because the Chocolate Cartel told him when everyone left after the shop was burned down.

Soon, the sun came up. A new day has started. The two young men were getting closer to the wash house.

"Are you ready to change the world, my dear?" Willy asked Yin.

Yin looked at Willy. "Do you promise it will work?"

"I Pinkie Promise." Willy stuck out his pinky, and Yin did the same, hooking their pinkies together. As they did, Willy frowned a little.

"What's wrong, babe?" Yin asked.

"Oh, Yin, I broke one of our promises. I promised never to leave you alone again. And I did." He whispered.

"Aww, Willy." Yin cooed. "You didn't break your promise. You came back. You came back to me. That's what matters."

Willy still looked a little guilty. "Really?"

"Really really." Yin chuckled.

That brought out a soft laugh from Willy. "I don't deserve you, gumdrop."

Yin blushed lightly at the nickname but smiled. "I don't deserve you, either. You're so amazing."

Willy smiled.

Then, Yin got an idea. "How about we make a promise... together?"

"What would we promise?" Willy asked curiously.

"To love each other always."

Willy chuckled. "We don't have to make a Pinkie Promise for that. I'll always love you."

Yin blushed. "And I'll always love you."

Despite them not needing to make a Pinkie Promise, they did. As they hooked their fingers, Yin brought their hands closer, and he kissed Willy's pinky finger. The chocolatier gasped softly at the intimate action, blushing lightly. But he smiled sweetly and did it back, kissing Yin's pinky.

The couple giggled, and they made their way to enact their plan, still holding pinkies.

(Time skip)

After getting everyone together, Wonka described the plan he came up with while swimming in the cold water after escaping the boat explosion. They were going to use their talents. Noodle, the ingenious orphan, Abucus the Accountant, Piper the Plumber, Lottie the Telephone Exchange Operator, Larry the Man Who Can Speak Underwater, and as Willy lovingly dubbed Yin, His Determined Chocolate Partner. So they could pull off what Wonka called "The Heist of the Century."

Change the world, he said.

As they others walked to start their plan, Noodle and Yin held back momentarily. The pair hugged each other.

"Thank you for coming back for me." Noodle said.

"Of course. I could never leave you. You're my best friend." Yin told her.

Noodle smiled at the sweet boy. "Come on. Let's go help your boyfriend." She teased.

Yin laughed. "He is my boyfriend."

Noodle nodded. "By the way, nice attack on Bleacher. You left a bruise."

Yin chuckled, smirking playfully. "I try."

(Transition)

The game was afoot.

First, they had to go to the cathedral. They had to trick the priest, Father Julius.

As he stopped at the entrance of the cathedral, Noodle, dressed as a beggar, approached him.

"Excuse me, sir, could you spare a piece of chocolate for a straving orphan?"

Father Julius replied, "I'm sorry, my child. I don't have any."

Noodle acted sad, sighing.

He turned secretly, eating a piece. While he wasn't looking, Noodle snuck up behind him. "Then have some acacia mints." She whispered to herself as she slipped the candy into his pocket.

"Yes." She muttered in success.

Meanwhile, at the zoo, the security guard eyed another Big Night Out chocolate, which was delivered with a note.

"Basil Bond, Employee of the Week! That's lovely..." He put the chocolate into his mouth and passed out. Willy, Yin, and Abucus slip into the security lodge and grab some van keys.

Abucus drove the tall and rickety zoo transport van. In the back, Willy and Yin tended to the giraffe.

"Everything alright back there?" Abucus asked the couple.

"Everything's fine, isn't it, Abigail?" Willy asked the giraffe as he petted her to soothe her. Yin giggled when Abigail snorted in response.

They were approaching a low bridge.

"Oh! Tell her she might want to duck." Abucus warned.

"Might want to what?" Willy asked.

"Duck!!" Abucus exclaimed.

Abigail ducked as the tall van just scrapes under the bridge. She came back up with a shake of her head. Yin petted her. "Good girl." He praised.

Abucus parked the van in a deserted alley. Yin slowly guided Abigail to the front of the cathedral.

"All right. You ready, Abigail?"

The giraffe snorted, nudging her snout against Yin's face. Yin chuckled. "I'll take that as a yes." He gave her a scratch underneath her chin. "Now, go get them." He encouraged as he ran back to the van.

"All set." He said as he got back intot he back of the tall van. "Good job, my dear." Willy said, kissing his cheek, making Yin smile.

(Transition)

Everyone went back to the zoo, waiting for Larry to get a call after Lottie directed Julius to the zoo, to do their next part of the plan. Willy, Yin, Noodle, Abucus, and Piper stand around Larry.

He gets the call. "Hello, zoo?"

The rest of the group started to make various animal noises. Piper did an elephant, Abucus did a snake, Noodle did a bird noise. Meanwhile, Yin growled and snarled like a tiger or tried to, as Willy's very accurate impression of a monkey was making him slip a little. He had to resist laughing.

"Quiet down, you animals!" Larry exclaimed. "You too, octopus." He added in his underwater voice. "What? Oh, yeah, I think we did lose a giraffe."

Everyone was still doing their impressions, but more quietly. Yin gave up and was just snickering into his hand.

Okay, geez, I'll send the guys around." Larry hung up. Everyone stopped and looked at Larry. He gave them the okay. Their plan worked.

The wash house workers got into disguises, while the main trio got into the back.

"Nice tiger impression." Willy told Yin, laughing a little.

"Be lucky I wasn't an actual tiger." Yin playfully said, with a gentle smirk.

"Please don't bite me." Willy backed away, but still smiling like an idiot. Yin shrugged. "All right."

The group drove the tall van back to the cathedral. Abucus, Piper and Larry took the tall crate into the cathedral, opening it.

"All clear." Abucus signaled.

The main trio popped out from underneath the hay and got out of the crate. Abucus pulled the lever in the confession stall, activating the elevator. Yin slipped a Big Night Out chocolate on the seat before he got on top of the elevator, followed by Willy and Noodle.

They get down to the bottom, where the crypt is. The Mistress of the Keys looks up, surprised to see the elevator door open with no one inside. She approached it cautiously, only seeing the chocolate with a note.

"With thanks for all your hard work, Father Julius and the Chocolate Cartel." She read. "Oh that's sweet." She eats the chocolate.

Before the trio knew it, she hit the white wine and red wine layers, and she started to sing and dance. The song was one that Yin recognized as the one Cartel would sing to anyone they were bribing people with chocolate. He had to admit, the song was catchy, but for the wrong reasons.

"Wow. She can really move." Willy muttered.

Yin and Noodle gave Willy a side eye look and Yin poked his side.

"Watch it, pretty boy." He warned playfully.

Noodle snickered quietly at Yin's "warning".

Willy only smiled softly. "Don't be jealous, marshmallow. You're the only one for me." He muttered sweetly. Yin smiled shyly.

The Mistress of the Keys hit the whiskey fudge layer and got upset. She called someone on the phone; it turned out to be Basil, the zoo security guard. The trio were surprised.

"What are the chances?" Noodle whispered. Willy and Yin agreed.

After the call, the lady passes out. The coast was clear. Willy slipped out from the gap above, landing on the floor. Yin followed after, then Noodle.

They walk to the vault. Noodle snatched the keys and unlocked the lock. Then, Yin and Willy turned the handle, and the vault door opened, revealing the inside of the vault.

"Cool!" Noodle exclaimed.

"It is, isn't it?" Yin asked.

"Now, we have to find that ledger." Willy said as he placed his cane onto he ground, turning it into a hanger, before hanging his coat and hat on it.

Noodle and Willy started to look around. Yin stayed back. "Hold on. One of us should be back up there. To keep watch."

Willy knew where this was going. "Yin, I can't let you do that." He said worriedly, approaching the boy. Yin cupped Willy's cheek. "I'll be alright. Besides, I can run and get help if something goes wrong. Besides, the Cartel probably thinks I ran away after you "left" last night."

"You do make a clever point there, my dear Yin." Willy agreed. "All right. But please, gumdrop, be careful." He kissed Yin's nose.

Yin chuckled and did it back. "I will. Find that ledger." He said. After that, he pulled away and went back to the elevator and got in. He pushed the button to go up. As it did, he played his hands and feet on the sides and climbed up to the roof of the elevator to hide himself.

As the elevator stopped, it opened, and he hoped no one would investigate it or see his magenta coat peeking out from above as he held himself up.

The elevator door closed after a few agonizing seconds, and he sighed with relief. He climbed down and sat on the seat, waiting to hear anything suspicious.

After a few minutes, he heard Julius talking to someone. His ears pricked up when he heard him name drop Slugworth.

'Oh no.'

Then, he heard many cars approaching as the people in the cathedral were forced to leave. Yin took this opportunity to leave the elevator and blend in with the chaos.

As he neared the entrance, he heard a click behind him.

"Stay where you are."

That voice. That familiar, slimy voice. Yin gulped nervously and turned to see who it was.

"You."

(Transition)

Willy and Noodle searched the vault to find the ledger.

"Anything?" Willy asked.

"Nothing!" Noodle replied.

"Well, keep looking." Willy continued his search.

"It's not in here, Willy."

"Abucus said that it was here."

"Abucus has been in the wash house for the past four years. Maybe all of the scrubbing has gone to his head. Cause all that's down is a bunch of stupid old chocolate!" Noodle chugged a box of 'Slugworth' chocolate at the wall.

When it did, it opened a secret panel. Noodle steps over to it, and in the open panel, was the green ledger.

"Willy, look!"

Willy came over.

"We did it, Noodle. Got them."

Just as they were about to celebrate, a gunshot sounded in the vault. They turn around and see the three chocolatiers standing in the doorway. Slugworth has fired into the air. He slowly stepped forward, his gun raised.

As surprised as the duo were, what made them freeze in horror was the sight of Yin, tied by his wrists with a necktie, being held begrudgingly by Fickelgruber.

"Yin!" They exclaimed in horror.

Slugworth smirked evilly. "Naughty, naughty, Mr. Wonka. You've caused us quite a bit of trouble."

He turned to look at the tied up Yin. "We caught your little partner trying to escape the cathedral. I thought he wouldn't be of any trouble, but he has more drive than we gave him credit for."

Yin struggled in Fickelgruber's arms, but he held him in a tight hold. He looked at his boyfriend and best friend, guilt evident on his face.

"Him and your... urchin."

Willy, despite the situation, stood tall. "But she isn't just an urchin, is she, Mr. Slugworth? You're family."

Noodle and Yin looked at Willy in confusion. "What? What are you talking about, Willy?" Noodle asked.

"You know that ring? The one you got from your parents? Well, Mr. Slugworth has one just like it, don't you, Mr. Slugworth?"

Noodle looked at the ring in surprise.

Slugworth stepped forward. "As a matter of fact, I do. That belonged to my brother. Zebedee."

Noodle looked at Slugworth. "Was he my father?"

"A hopeless romantic is what we was. Fell in love with a common little bookworm, but died before they could marry, leaving me sole heir to the family fortune, or so I thought..."

Slugworth went on to explain that nine months later, a woman came to his door, asking for help for her newborn. That newborn was Noodle. He agreed but instead threw baby Noodle down a laundry chute where Mrs. Scrubbit found her and named her Noodle. She saw the ring, thinking it was an N, but really, it was a Z.

When the mother returned, Slugworth told her she died, making the woman howl in sadness. But, he paid her and escorted her from his property.

As Yin listened, he felt sadness and anger well up in him. Sadness for his best friend. She didn't deserve anything that happened to her. Anger because it was Slugworth who caused her misery. He struggled again, lowly growling, but Fickelgruber held him tigher.

Noodle, with tears in her eyes, asked, "What was her name?"

"Eh?"

"My mom? What was her name?"

Slugworth thought about it. "Ooh. Now let me see, umm... No, I don't think I can remember that. I'm sorry. But you have to understand, she was very poor."

Fickelgruber retched.

"Sorry, Felix." Slugworth said.

Yin scoffed, shaking his head.

"Her name was Dorothy. Dorothy Smith. It says so, right here." Willy read the ledger.

"Dorothy?" Noodle whispered, smiling softly. Yin gasped softly. "Willy.." He whispered.

"Well, what do you know? I guess you did teach me to read, after all."

Noodle smiled at the eccentric chocolatier. Yin smiled as well, happy for his boyfriend.

"Well, this is all very touching, but back to business. We'll take that." He gestured to the ledger.

Fickelgruber roughly pushed Yin onto the ground. The action caused Yin to yelp and land on his hands and knees. Before he could do anything, Prodnose grabbed a hold of his bound hands, holding him in place. Fickelgruber took he ledger from Willy and returned it to the secret compartment.

"How much chocolate have you got at your factory, Fickelgruber?" Arthur asked.

"About eighty thousand gallons." Felix replied.

"Prodnose?"

"And I've got one fifty. Should be just about enough." Gerald replied.

"For what?" Noodle asked.

Slugworth smirked evilly. "Death by chocolate."

Yin's eyes widened in horror. "No!" He exclaimed, trying to escape.

Arthur pointed his gun at Yin. "Silence, brat."

Yin panted softly, seething with anger and desperation.

"Gerald, deal with this urchin." He gestured to Yin.

Gerald dragged the struggling Yin towards the entrance of the vault as Yin watched Willy and Noodle ushered into the chocolate tank. He looked at Gerald as he proceeded to bind Yin's ankles with a few cloth napkins. He could hear the others talking as he spoke to him. He knew negotiating with Prodnose was hard because he was almost as willing as Arthur to rid the competition. He struggled with the man, moving around a lot. Prodnose had to hold his legs down to keep him still.

Once he finished, Yin looked at Gerald and growled at him. Gerald stepped back, scared of Yin. He saw Fickelgruber walk towards the controls of the tank, Prodnose joining him.

"Let them go! You're going to kill them?! Just because Willy can make better chocolate than any of you can in your lives?!" Yin exclaimed in anger.

Arthur closed the tank door and pointed his gun at the young man again. "That man would've put us out of business. We can't have that. So, this is a necessary precaution. We gave him many warnings before but he didn't listen. So, this is the best thing we could do." He said, a sickly smirk on his face.

"You all are monsters."

Arthur only chuckled darkly, and together, the three turned three handles, presumably to release their chocolate to fill the tank.

As they turned to leave, walking past Yin, not caring that they were taking two innocent lives, Yin growled at them.

"Mark my words, you greedy, spiteful slugs, I will make sure you three are held accountable. I don't care how long it takes. You won't get away with this."

Arthur looked at the boy one more time. "Oh, Yin, we already have."

With that, they left.

Yin growled and struggled against his binds. They were really tight. He fiddled with the cloth bindings. He growled and used his teeth to undo the binding around his wrists. Eventually, they came undone, freeing his hands.

With his hands now free, he untied the cloth around his ankles. Once his ankles were free, he got up from the floor and ran towards the chocolate tank, pounding the door.

"Hold on, guys! I'll save you!"

He started to turn the handles, trying to turn off the chocolate. They weren't moving.

"Come on!" He said, his voice shaky.

After a minute, nothing budged. Yin yelled in frustration.

He was not going to give up. He won't lose the people he loves the most. Not again.

"Well, I was certainly not expecting to see Mr. Wonka's partner here."

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