NightWonder7's Don't Starve Fan Art

[NightWonder7]

15 hours ago, DragonMage156 said:

Maybe we should ask why Wilson hates Wayne more >u<

It's thought to be because Wayne is from the working class, but that's not the whole story-

5 hours ago, minespatch said:

Are these survivor drawings also going to be in a group shot in color?

I hadn't initially thought of it. I mean, it's not impossible, but I have planned to make a master post on tumblr by the end of it.

[NightWonder7]

I suddenly remembered that I made a modern AU with some of my friends. Here's some sketches of Wayne in the AU

And some old concept sketches:

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Basically I picture Wayne would attend vocational college, be in a baseball team, own a CAT phone and occasionally buy a coffee from Wayne's coffee just because of the name.

[minespatch]

So being modern makes him more egotistical compared to his 1920s counterpart?

[NightWonder7]

16 hours ago, minespatch said:

So being modern makes him more egotistical compared to his 1920s counterpart?

Nah, not really XD He just like to joke about the whole Wayne's coffee thing X)

[NightWonder7]

Answer to an ask on what Wayne thinks of Warly.

He thinks Warly is a pretty alright guy who likes to treat his fellow survivors some proper meals. Wayne has probably never eaten better than in The Constant, ironically.

[NightWonder7]

Wickerbottom is definitely the group's mom friend.

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[minespatch]

On 9/18/2019 at 3:28 PM, NightWonder7 said:

I don't even know how one could eat all that. I'd probably eat three dishes and call it a day.

On 9/19/2019 at 2:54 PM, NightWonder7 said:

Unlike him, I'm the kind of person who overdresses.

5 hours ago, NightWonder7 said:

Her holding the staff really adds to the energy of this piece.

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On 23.9.2019 at 9:23 AM, minespatch said:

I don't even know how one could eat all that. I'd probably eat three dishes and call it a day.

It's amazing how much they can actually eat, given they can still eat after they're full XD

On 23.9.2019 at 9:23 AM, minespatch said:

Unlike him, I'm the kind of person who overdresses.

Hehe, it's about time to put on more clothes anyway as winter is approaching =u=

On 23.9.2019 at 9:23 AM, minespatch said:

Her holding the staff really adds to the energy of this piece.

Thank you so much! ;0; I try to give some dynamics in the characters in this series ^^

[NightWonder7]

When your Canadian buddy has an allergic reaction to the full moon.

Posted this in the art stream thread, but I wanted to have it here too ^^

[minespatch]

Jouste really liked it. Nice work making the first three panels subtle. The detail on weremoose is really good too!

[NightWonder7]

13 hours ago, minespatch said:

Jouste really liked it. Nice work making the first three panels subtle. The detail on weremoose is really good too!

Thank you! OwO Sadly couldn't make it to the stream because of time zones, but I watched it afterwards. It was very nice of him ^^

[NightWonder7]

I finally wrote my very first fic, after a long time of hesitation. It's a one-shot about Triumphant Wayne and Wilson. I'll put it under the spoilers ^^ Hope you like it, and if you didn't feel like reading it, I hope you like the illustration of one of the scenes I made ^^

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The light tapping of a pen against the surface of the table echoed out in the large meeting room. It was, after all, the only sound that could be heard within these four walls. Wayne kept his emotionless eyes locked on the door at the other side of the room, leaning backwards in his big, black chair. His hand was flicking the pen in a steady rhythm on the long table with rows of empty chairs on each side. Every now and then he would check the clock hanging over the door to keep track on how much time had passed since he sat down at the end of the glass-covered table.

The blonde took a deep breath and let it out slowly; He was getting impatient. The meeting was supposed to start ten minutes ago, but there were no signs of his participant yet. Perhaps he had calculated his time of arrival wrong? Needless to say, he hoped he would show up soon; The new ruler of The Constant was a very busy man.

Suddenly, the sound of the door cracking open stopped him from tapping his pen any further. A dishevelled man entered the room; His dark hair was more untidy than normal, and he was covered in dirt and bruises. His clothes had seen better days, and his chin was peppered with uneven stubbles. In his hand was a weird contraption that looked like a radio on a rod. He was panting, meeting his tired eyes with Wayne’s on the other side of the table.

“You are late, Mr Higgsbury,” the more well-dressed man said dryly.

Wilson looked at the other, rather in disbelief. He took a moment to collect himself before responding.

“Were you expecting me at a specific time?”

“Isn’t that obvious? I assumed you were fully aware that there would be a meeting at the end of your journey. I’m surprised that a man of your status would be late to something as important as this.”

“Meeting?”

The scientist was baffled by how much the labourer he once knew had changed. His demeanour, the way he looked, the way he spoke… it was all such a huge contrast from the man he knew. The Nightmare Throne had remarkable effects on individuals. However, his analytic nature had to be put aside; He couldn’t let himself get distracted from his mission.

Wayne sighed. “Yes, a meeting. Did the dark world take a toll on your focus? Now sit down, we need to discuss the matter in hand before we run out of time.”

Wilson reluctantly took a seat by the table on the opposite side of Wayne, putting the divining rod on the floor next to him. He was both curious about what this “meeting” was all about, and scared of what the blonde man would do to him if he didn’t obey.

Wayne glanced at his folder for a moment before speaking up.

“While your punctuality could use some work, I’m thoroughly impressed by your performance. Apparently your stubbornness is but an indication of your persistence. I honestly thought you were going to perish for a moment in the fourth stage of my challenge, but you somehow managed to pull yourself through. It’s almost as if you have done this before.”

Wilson rolled his eyes at that.

“However, there are a couple of things I fail to understand; Firstly, what was your intention of coming all this way? And why, out of everyone in the group, were you sent to do the task?”

It fell quiet in the room. The scientist bit the bottom of his lips nervously as he looked at the monotone expression of the man across the table, waiting for answers. It was rather unsettling, so he glanced down at the table, collecting his thoughts. The first question was relatively easy to answer, but the second? Wilson wasn’t entirely sure why, himself. Or maybe he knew why, but didn’t want to admit it.

The new king interrupted his train of thought as he grew too impatient.

“Was it power you sought?”

Wilson shook his head.

“I came to bring you back, Wayne. Back to the others, back to your friends. Everyone misses you; they want you to come back. What you have become, what this throne has turned you into; This isn’t you. Whatever They are telling you, They’re lying. They’re lying to get you on They’re si-“

Suddenly, he felt a tightening sensation pressing in on him, and he couldn’t move. A giant, shadow hand had sprung up from the floor and grabbed him tight around his arms and sides. Wayne stood up from his chair and made his way to Wilson with his hands behind his back. His eyes were cold as ever, but there was a more tense look in them; almost like… anger. He spoke calmly, yet with intensity.

“I don’t think you understand, Mr Higgsbury. All my life I’ve been writhing among the people of the abyss. The filthy scums that had to work for hours and hours on end to be able to barely get by, and at the same time had to withstand people above stepping all over them and make them feel like worthless pieces of ****. No amount of work, hope or ambition could get us out of that pit of despair. I’m sick and tired of living in a world where people born in fortunate circumstances get everything, while us who actually work get nothing.”

He reached Wilson’s seat and sat down on the corner of the table in front of him.

“But here, my work finally pays off. Look at me now: I’m the ruler of a whole world, and it’s all thanks to my hard work and effort. Something you’ll never understand.”

The scientist was about to protest when suddenly he felt pressure around his neck. Wayne had materialized a shadowy glove around his hand and grabbed him. For the first time, there was an intense expression across the king’s face.

“Do you finally see what I’m capable of doing now? What I have accomplished is not worth throwing away for “friends”. And you, especially you, can never convince me to give this up! Now tell me, Mr Higgsbury, why did they send you?”

The two men looked at each other with gazes as hard as diamonds; None of them were planning on giving in any time soon. True, Wilson was probably one of the last people one would expect to come Wayne to the rescue. The two of them didn’t exactly get along well from day one. There were several unresolved issues between them, yet here he was, face to face with the ex-fellow-survivor he so much despised. Wilson struggled to speak while he was in a choking hold, but he managed to mutter out his reply.

“I… w-wasn’t sent. I… volun…teered.”

At that, Wayne loosened his grip completely while shadows flaked off his hand, confusion spread across his face. He almost looked innocent; almost looked like his old self.

“W-what?”

Wilson coughed and took a few deep breaths. He wished the shadow hand pinning his arms to his sides would loosen up too so he could breathe better.

“I… came here by my own will. And that’s because… the reason you’re on that throne… I’m responsible. It should have been me, not you. I think… the others would have wanted it that way anyway. You say you feel great and powerful, but I know for a fact that that’s not true. I’ve been in your position before, and I know behind this facade there is endless pain and suffering, loneliness and emptiness. They just trick you to believe what They want you to believe. So please… just let me make things right.”

At the end of it, his tone had become more and more desperate. He tried to wriggle loose from the grasp and reach for the divining rod, but to no avail. Wayne was quiet for a long time, ignoring the scientist’s struggles. He couldn’t help but feel… something deep within him. He could sense a certain kind of truth in Wilson’s words, but every fibre of his being fought against it, pressing any provoking thoughts to the very back of his mind. Eventually, his expression grew darker and darker until he regained his usual cold and calm composure. He stood up from the table and turned his back against Wilson, mumbling his next words.

“You are dismissed from this meeting.”

Before Wilson managed to respond, a portal opened up beneath his feet, sending him plummeting down the seemingly endless fall. Once he had vanished, the portal closed, and silence filled the room.

The ruler of The Constant stood in his place for a while longer, breathing in and out to shake off any unnatural feelings. Well, any feelings unnatural to his current character. Something shiny in his peripheral caught his attention; the divining rod. He bent down and picked it up; studying the matte surface of the remarkable contraption. His eyes landed on the bottom end where it was shaped like a disfigured key. He glanced back at his own seat; The Nightmare Throne. Next to it was a wooden nub, with ancient symbols engraved on the edges, attached firmly to the floor with a black substance. In the middle of it was a disfigured hole, designed to fit the key in his hands. Or maybe it was the other way around. With little to no consideration, the blonde grabbed one end of the rod in each of his hands and sent the middle section down to his knee, snapping it in half. He tossed the two pieces to the side before gathering his papers and exiting the room. The meeting was over, and he had other places to be.

He was after all a very busy man.

 

Edited September 27, 2019 by NightWonder7

[DragonMage156]

On 9/18/2019 at 5:29 AM, NightWonder7 said:

own a CAT phone

I am suddenly curious...

On 9/25/2019 at 7:35 AM, NightWonder7 said:

winter is approaching =u=

You said it wrong >u<

[NightWonder7]

On 28.9.2019 at 2:13 PM, DragonMage156 said:

I am suddenly curious...

Y'know, like

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On 28.9.2019 at 2:13 PM, DragonMage156 said:

You said it wrong >u<

You southern hemispherers >H>

[NightWonder7]

Something I drew for the October/Halloween mood last year =u= Thought it would be convenient to bring it back again. Haven't posted it on this thread yet after all.

[DragonMage156]

7 hours ago, NightWonder7 said:

Y'know, like

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I freaken read that as GAT at first, I'm stuck in Hot Lava hell XD

[NightWonder7]

Salty Dog amiright

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Revisiting the Magmatic skins

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Workers gotta stick together!

[minespatch]

On 9/27/2019 at 1:32 PM, NightWonder7 said:

I enjoyed the story. Sorry for the long wait for me to reply to your thread. Had to take a moment of my time to read it. The way the story was written was easy for me to visualize their emotions and how'd they act.

Was the clock you designed based after that one tallbird clock in Hamlet?

On 10/1/2019 at 10:42 AM, NightWonder7 said:

Glad to see you did your own Halloween avatar too.

The colors and execution are really crisp!

On 10/3/2019 at 1:50 PM, NightWonder7 said:

How is it fans and DEVS keep doing this to Warly, even me?

On 10/5/2019 at 6:59 AM, NightWonder7 said:

Strangely romantic. IT's kind of sweet how it looks like he's protecting Lucy.

On 10/5/2019 at 4:21 PM, NightWonder7 said:

Revisiting the Magmatic skins

The neck scarf element gives me Final Fantasy vibes and I can't seem to put my finger as to why.

11 hours ago, NightWonder7 said:

Workers gotta stick together!

There's something cute about this scene. It makes me feel warm.

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12 hours ago, minespatch said:

I enjoyed the story. Sorry for the long wait for me to reply to your thread. Had to take a moment of my time to read it. The way the story was written was easy for me to visualize their emotions and how'd they act.

Was the clock you designed based after that one tallbird clock in Hamlet?

Oh no worries at all ^^ thank you so much for taking your time to read it! OwO I'm glad you enjoyed it!

Wait there's a tallbird clock??

12 hours ago, minespatch said:

How is it fans and DEVS keep doing this to Warly, even me?

He's just so easy to put in these kinds of formats XD

12 hours ago, minespatch said:

The neck scarf element gives me Final Fantasy vibes and I can't seem to put my finger as to why.

I sorta understand what you mean. Maybe it's the weapon too XD

12 hours ago, minespatch said:

There's something cute about this scene. It makes me feel warm.

Thank you! It was nice drawing something wholesome ^^

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Sisters by blood and bond.

[NightWonder7]

"-and then myself."