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  1. My years old topic is kinda too old to use and a lot of the links are broken so I thought that I'd start a brand new one! I use to to be called Timmathy but now I'm trying to convert over to my stream name 2Kawaii2Die. (Same old weeb! New skin!) Anyway I got a few emotes that I was trying to add for my twitch beans. They are all of my favorite clown boi, Wes! I hope you all like 'em. <3
  2. Henlo I always wanted to interact with the forums, I think I can fit in here I make tons of memes and the funnies. Oh, and I draw too. Known on tumblr or any other sites as DragonheadSkilax or any variant of that name. (find more art on tungle) I main Wes. Here is my dank arts:
  3. This one just seems reasonable Some art of my two favorite dupes for some reason~ expect to see them alot Wholesome dupes~ Hide yo laziness
  4. So @minespatch suggest I have a thread, now *poof* an art thread. Welcome. The name is Wheaty and I enjoy playing Don’t Starve and Don’t Starve Together. Best part is always the lore, having fun with friends and events. (Please note that I don’t post a lot as I am either busy or have art block). You’ll find my stuff here most of the time or in other forums depending on the topic. Inktober, day 1 (Poisonous) Killing the gnaw with adulterated food. (I've always nickname it Jeff) Inktober, day 28 (Gift) Woeful Willow gifts you with an evil Bernie for protection against the shadows. >:3 Inktober, day 29 (Double) Supernatural conjoined twins Wendy and Abigail. Both process of day 28 and 29.
  5. Hi, just wanted to make a place where i can post all my drawings and doodles related to Don't Starve mostly but also some less related. Most of them i already posted for weekly art challenge becouse that's why i started with drawing in the first place, you can find them here and there too. I'm pretty new to drawing so if you have any advice for me, tell me i will be grateful. I draw mostly using paint tool sai but occasionally traditional. Note from the future! I somewhat iproved on next pages and pieces on this one are pretty cringey (and painted with the mouse). 1."Shattered Spider" 2. "Wortox & Wormwood" 3."Road Runner Weregoose" 4."Malbatross at full moon" 5. "Simple Wurt" I'm posting new art down there becouse don't want to make this first post too huge.
  6. Yay, new topic! ^_^ I wanted to get more related art done first before starting this. I think we're good now. First is a crossover I drew and posted in the Don't Starve art thread: Aside from no Nibel, there's other reasons he's not in this game: And I finally made myself as a dupe. I call her... DragonDupe156 "Dragon's my name and art is my game" I'm glad Klei decided to give them more colours. Blue suits my colour palette more ^_^ Shy Dupe is Shy: Oh and I made a digital version of my dupe. I added shading in an attempt to add depth: It definitely made the cut ^_^ I'll make a pic with her perks next. --- ONI art features:
  7. I'm back? Hopefully for a more consistent time now since I have more time on my hands as of now. This thread I'll be posting most of my art that I come up with as of today but right here is where I'm putting all the stuff prior to the day I post this starter thread thing. (owo) If some of these are reposts from the old thread, sorry-! I probably like it a lot- Most of the new drawings will probably not be digitalized beyond perhaps making the drawing look cleaner compared to my phone's pictures (which are quite good but if I feel it could be better, then I'll digitalize it just for the lines!) Rarely will full drawings like these be made during times that I'm in classes so be patient and bear with me! (this will be c onsistent this time i swear) Stained glass window Darkiplier with extra eyes that I wanted to try out? I saw a lot of stained glass windows with angels in them and got inspired to make something like that but with Dark (who I'm 90% sure is a demon, but it's unconfirmed so-) Some Joseph Christansen button designs that I wanted to make since Dream Daddy merch barely exists anymore! So I made my own of my favorite dream dad (next to maybe Robert). An icon I drew of Demencia from Cartoon Network's Villainous because I wanted to try drawing her out for once! What's left of a character ref file that got corrupted and/or lost on my computer I took a screenshot of this to show my friend my drawing of her doll character (seen on the left) and my *cough Cuphead OC* Die-anne (she loves herself some spook). A sketch I made that turned into a brief lineart piece of The Host (from Markiplier/Cyndago's unfinished The Author series). He's a good boy.
  8. I Am staring to get into drawing heres a thread on that lets start with purple striped Webber:
  9. I realised I have yet to share any of my DS art here on the forum, so here goes! "Kleiground" is a fan name for crossover art that brings together things from different Klei games. No, I did not come up with the name. Thank @WilliamGreywind (You can find my art stuff under http://forestfantasms.tumblr.com/ or https://www.instagram.com/forestfantasms/ .)I started off by drawing a lot of Wendy for Inktober Wendy and Abi I may be obsessed with Tallbirds, smallbirds, and everything in-between Then I started drawing DS/Invisible Inc crossover art? Draco (from the Contingency Plan DLC) would be impressed by Wendy's edge, if they ever met. DS isn't the only Klei game with a superior-acting automaton/cyborg character (I would be remiss not to advertise a mod my friend made that brings Dr. Xu to DST!)
  10. Just having a go at this whole forum thing, purpose of the thread might change in the future. But, for now, it's mostly intended art related. For the record, I have very little knowledge of how forums work, so. Something of a learning experience, on that front. Just a Webber I did a couple months back, mostly as painting practice. Specifically, practicing saturated shadows, lighting, and fur textures, but also something I somewhat did just for personal bragging rights. hound.png Baby Warly
  11. I have loved this game for a while now- the art style, the mechanics, the wonderful characters, the strange environment and creatures, the rich but mysterious background lore, Klei's teasing us with puzzles outside the game - but something I always found of the most interest was the official timeline for the game, and one simple aspect of it. Why was Wilson the last one captured? Why did Maxwell seem to have to go out of his way to trap him by getting him to make a portal? What are the long-term consequences of moving all these people on both worlds? What other secrets might unravel if a little light is shed upon them? Just a few of the things I decided to look at as I delved into my exploration and interpretation of the lore through this writing. I plan to post some art as well, but until I've practice enough to where I'm comfortable with how I'm drawing this wonderful universe, please enjoy this first installment of my literary ramblings. ____________________________________________________________________________________________ Don't Starve Together - Lineage * Chapter 1 * The sky… it was always the same. No matter how many seasons had passed, how many places he’d been, the sky always remained the same - a pale, slightly grayish canvas with no variation, except on the occasions when rain was coming. The sky, however, was not the problem. Wilson sighed from where he was laying in the grass, letting his head tilt over to the side, gazing blearily at the activity a few yards from him, that of his fellow survivors busily at work building up their camp. Their newest camp at any rate; which one this was he’d lost count of now. Their latest rebuild after a world wiped clean by Charlie after they had all been killed. Just when it seemed like they might be gaining ground, getting into a position where perhaps they could live a somewhat comfortable, if unusual life, something always happened to destroy it all. Wilson let his head roll back towards the sky, closing his eyes and just laying there. He heard the footsteps of someone approaching him and stopping just short. He didn’t bother to open his eyes. “Hey Wilson… Are you alright?” It was Willow. “No.” There was a long pause. If she’d been waiting for Wilson to elaborate, it wasn’t coming. “The camp’s almost done, and Warly’s making lunch. Do you want to come sit by the fire? It’s kinda cold today,” Willow would coax. “No.” “Wigfrid found some gold, and we still have supplies, maybe you’d like to put the science machine together?” Wilson didn’t answer this time, rolling over onto his side facing away from Willow, eyes remaining closed. Willow scratched the back of her head with a frown, realizing that was probably not the best thing to have said. “Well, okay… we’ll be over here if you want to join us. We’ll save some lunch for you.” It wasn’t until Willow had walked away that Wilson would frown, giving another sigh. It was the blasted science machine that had caused the trouble this time - Wilson had been too occupied with fiddling with it, having an itch at the back of his mind that maybe there was something he hadn’t found yet, some secrets the gizmo had not show him yet among the clutter of broken thoughts and persistent inklings of information that the Forbidden Knowledge had left him when Maxwell had given it to him. The only part of that information that had ever been clear was the designs of the portal, the rest of the information was scattered chaos that only the strange mechanisms of the science machine and the alchemy engine seemed to help bring into focus in his mind. He often wondered if that was intentional or if Maxwell simply didn’t have any control of it, or even bothered to care, when he’d shoved it into Wilson’s head. It was in that focus, fiddling with the machine and grasping at the ideas just out of his reach, that he’d been too distracted to hear the sounds of the coming Deerclops before it was right on top of the base. The only one at the base at that time, and Wilson too absorbed in his work, he’d been taken down easily, as were the others as they trickled back to camp, or were taken down by the hounds that attacked soon after. An ‘extraordinarily ill-turn of events’ Wickerbottom had described it in the aftermath as they were all put back to life and dumped back on the newly rebuilt world; or perhaps they had just been dumped on one of the numerous islands that Maxwell had built that they just hadn’t been to yet, it was anyone’s guess. Wilson however was convinced it had happened because of his messing with the science machine. The timing was just too perfect, it had to have been punishment from Charlie for whatever it was Wilson was trying to work out. The others had tried to convince him otherwise, of course, but Wilson’s depression remained. The worst of it was when they were revived. Any other time, regardless of the circumstances, he remembered everything he’d learned, but whenever they all died, when every physical possession was taken from them, so too was the progress of his understanding the knowledge robbed from Wilson. A reminder it wasn’t actually his, perhaps, and a bitter reminder that he was still failing to discover anything original of any significance in his explorations as a scientist. It made Wilson cringe, curling up and trying to push the thoughts from his mind. By all things he held dear, he was never a religious man, but if a Hell truly existed, it was this wretched place. “Is Mr. Wilson going to be okay?” Webber asked, looking across the campfire they were all sitting around, having their meal. “He’ll be alright, deary. He’s lost his confidence, but that should mend in time,” Wickerbottom would say in a comforting tone. “It was a rough transition this time.” “Aye. Bad omens still hang in the air,” Wigfrid would say. “Well he’s being stupid!” Willow would snap. “He needs to stop being a dork and do some work. That sort of stuff can happen to anyone! Remember when Woody had us set up camp near that giant forest and we wound up with ten tree guards invading the camp at night? Or when Wolfgang got lost and didn’t make it back to the Antlion in time to calm that baby down. And I don’t even want to talk about the Varg.” “I said I was sorry!” Warly grimaced. “I didn’t realize the tracks circled back towards camp, it was dark!” “Point is we all got over it and got back to work. Sulking isn’t going to help us get control of the situation again,” Willow huffed. “Control is a fleeting illusion to comfort one’s self in the face of their mortality,” Wendy spoke placidly. “You need to get a hobby, kid,” Willow, looking at her weirdly. “And not like the last time. You know, when you were just staring at the skeletons all day…” “For now it’s just best to give Mr. Higgsbury his space until he’s settled down,” Wickerbottom would say. “He’s never been one to give up. He was the one out of all of us that made it to Maxwell, after all. He met his death a hundred times but he kept after him until he finally reached him. But everyone needs a rest, now in then. He’ll be back to it in time.” The rest of the day carried on without incident - wood was gathered, grass cut, twigs collected, rabbits terrified… Wilson eventually came into the camp to sit by the fire but he would not eat anything, just staring into the flames, brooding. The others brought him materials, but Wilson did little more than push the materials around with a twig that he had been using to poke the fire, not directly touching any of it. Really anyone could have built the science machine, but the more technical items always seemed to work better when Wilson built them (much to Winona’s ire), and they were probably hoping him playing scientist would bring him out of his funk. Playing. That’s all I ever did with any of my education. I’m a hobbyist, not a scientist. “Well this is a lovely picture. A shame you couldn’t have been this well behaved before. We all would have been in better situations.” “Go away, Maxwell,” Wilson said dully, not looking up at the obnoxious man. This only prompted the magician to sit down beside him though. Wilson tried to ignore him, but a puff of smoke in his direction would cause him to start coughing, breaking his composure. “Damn it Maxwell, take that somewhere else! Where did you even find a cigar around here?! We were all just revived!” “I don’t find them, I make them. I’ve learned to be resourceful after you so rudely removed me from my throne,” Maxwell spoke, still with his tone of royalty. “It’s hard work to acquire the finer things in life here, and I shall enjoy them where I please.” “You haven’t done any hard work since the day we decided to let you stay in the group with us instead of running you off for kidnapping all of us, or executing you on sight every time you revived,” Wilson growled. “Try bringing in a full day’s worth of cutting logs, or gathering stone.” “Now why should I do that when I have all the rest of you better suited to sweating to do such things?” Wilson didn’t bother to pursue the conversation, too tired and irritated at the course of the day. Instead he went upwind of the fire and Maxwell’s cigar before putting down a bed roll. Maybe this could all just be one convoluted nightmare from the fumes of his chemistry equipment and he would wake up in his own bed… “Sweet dreams, Higgsbury.” * * * A forest dense with foliage, and shrouded by the dark of the night, made worse by a veil of thin fog hanging in the air. All was quiet aside from the occasional brushing sound of the leaves as they were traveled through. Ahead, a slow, continuous movement in the fog, a bushy tail, that of a red fox, who occasionally looked back at the one following it. Eventually the forest gave way to a clearing, an open hill upon which a house sat abandoned, beginning to decay. The fox paused, looking back again and making a brief noise, then began to prowl forward towards the house, slowly circling and approaching it with caution. The back was in worse shape, a hole torn by lightning and fire, a portion of the floors above collapsed by the strain of a great weight. Among the rubble something sat awkwardly, shrouded by the darkness and the rubble. A machine… * * * Mmm… that dream again… I wonder if Maxwell’s causing it… Wilson sat up, rubbing the side of his head to chase out the cobwebs as he roused. He was having it frequently now, the dream of how his house had aged. Every time he had the dream he got a little closer to the house. If that was him. He was never sure if that was supposed to be himself in the dream following the fox, or if he was meant to be something else and seeing through their eyes. Really he didn’t even know why there was a fox in the dream either, other than that it was one of the few critters that remained around the place after he had moved in. Most other wildlife seemed to have moved out after the first fire, but occasionally he’d see a curious fox poking around in the bushes at the edge of the clearing, or being brazen enough in the evening to investigate his trashcans. Perhaps in his mind that was the only creature bold enough to venture up to his house after he’d cursed it with building that portal. Or maybe it was just the fact that red was his favorite color, and it was the first thing his mind went to when filling the cast for a half-lucid nigh time delusion. Wilson pushed the dream out of his mind as he rubbed his eyes, taking in stock of the camp. It was already mid-day, most of the rest of their ‘troop’ had already gotten to work or otherwise left the camp. I should get to work too. No reason for me to be to be a lazy leech like Maxwell living off of other people’s work. Sulking isn’t going to get anything done. Wilson took a moment to take a deep breath, then gave one final sigh. “Alright science, time to get to it.” The rest of the day went quickly by, the bounty of resources provided by the other survivors making Wilson’s work go swiftly. Perhaps he wasn’t fully losing the knowledge, as he was remembering what materials went into his creations, it was just a matter of remembering how to put everything together, like a word on the tip of your tongue struggling to get out without a hint. Or maybe Maxwell and Charlie were somehow blocking the knowledge just to inconvenience me into doing everything all over again. Wilson decided not to dwell on it, instead throwing himself into making gear for everyone from the materials they’d provided. By the time dusk had arrived, he had assembled a backpack for everyone, each loaded with goods and tools, even one for Maxwell, though he suspected it would go unused. Wilson was finally starting to feel pretty good about the situation, until a familiar smokey scent caught his nostrils. “Well it’s about time, Higgsbury,” Maxwell spoke as he came up behind Wilson, smoking that cigar again. Or maybe it was a new one, Wilson couldn’t tell. “Maxwell, just what is it in there you’re smoking?” The scientist would ask. Maxwell seemed briefly surprised, then gave Wilson a suspicious look. “Why the sudden interest in my recreation, Higgsbury?” “I had a weird dream last night. The last time I had it you were also smoking one of those cigars that same night.” “Ah. Allay your fears, my furry friend, I don’t have anything hallucinogenic in my cigars. Any delusions your twisted little mind might be dreaming up are strictly your own fault.” “My fault?” Now Wilson was irritated. “I don’t know, I would think perhaps the person who kidnapped me into a twisted. nightmarish version of a wilderness might have the most to do with any weird dreams I’m having.” “Ah, but I didn’t kidnap you,” Maxwell countered. “I just gave you some knowledge that might be useful, and pointed out an interesting little gizmo. You were the one who decided to build and test it, with some minimal encouragement from me. I can’t help it that you never realized that without anything else to offer in your place, that you’d wind up being the test subject for it.” That, for Wilson, was the last straw on his already worn-thin patience. With no more warning the dropping the tool he had been working with, the scientist turned on Maxwell to attack him. Wilson had little time to do more than grab Maxwell before the others at camp intervened, separating them before the scientist could strangle the magician or worse. “That’s it! I’m done with this!! I’m tired of being your passive little punching bag, Maxwell!” Wilson shouted from where Willow and Wigfrid were holding him back, Wolfgang having grabbed Maxwell by the scruff of his suit to keep him out of reach of Wilson, barely. “Easy now there, lad. No need to get riled up over that dark mage’s mangy hide,” Wigfrid tried to consul. Wilson would move away from Maxwell, pulling out of the grip of the two women, looking even more angry now. “He’s done this to all of us, and you’re all protecting him!? I’m not standing for this anymore! Let him deal with and die in his torture chamber on his own! I’m done with ALL of this,” He turned swiftly from the group, grabbing up one of the backpacks and throwing it over his shoulder, starting to storm out of camp. “Wilson! Where are you going, it’s almost night you dork!” Willow yelled after him. “I’ve got a torch. I’m setting my own camp. Good riddance,” Wilson growled. And with that he disappeared among the trees, leaving the shocked survivors in his wake. * * * Knock-knock-knock “Come in, Willow.” “...Wow...” She had been expecting a campfire and a few chests, but as Willow cautiously opened and entered the gate of Wilson’s new location, what she found was a wood walled, fully stocked camp with storage, cook pot, drying racks, a tent, workbench, even an alchemy engine. “It’s…nice…” She finally decided. “Big, for..you know, one overnight…” “I build fast when I’m motivated, and can’t sleep…” Wilson answered, sitting on a log near his fire pit, his tone and expression somewhere between irritated and… sad. “About last night… we’re all sorry,” Willow started to say. Wilson looked surprised, if not alarmed. “Oh no, it’s not your fault! Not anyone’s fault. Except mine,” Wilson answered, looking dejected again. “It’s my fault Maxwell’s here to make us miserable. I got him off the throne. I didn’t kill him when I had the chance to when we met in the wilderness once I was off the throne. I helped and fed him when I realized he wasn’t capable of surviving in his own world he’d created. And I was the one that protected him and said we shouldn’t stoop to his level, when we all started to gather together and the rest of you wanted to lynch him for everything he did to us.” “Well, you were right,” Willow said sitting down beside him. “We’re not murderous madmen like he was. And he would’ve just come back anyways if we’d killed him with how this stupid place works. We would’ve been wasting our time. We’ve all had our snapping point with him, it was finally your turn. If you want to stay away from us for awhile, we understand.” “I don’t want to leave you guys, I just don’t want to be around Maxwell for a while,” Wilson decided. “I’m not moving out or anything, I’ll still be around camp. I sorta just want someplace I can go to when he gets to be too much. I think I’ll use this place as a laboratory. Some place I can mess around with things, without worrying about being too close to the rest of you, if something goes wrong…” “Well I guess it’s good to have a backup camp. In case I burn it down, you know, or Woody goes sleep-walking as the beaver again and chews up anything made of wood at the camp,” Willow said, looking towards the still-open gate. “We, uh.. just kinda figured you’d wind up going father away than a 10 minute walk around the trees…” “Well there wasn’t a lot of time before night, and like I said I didn’t want to get too far from you guys, just Maxwell. He does so little he’d probably be out of breath before he got halfway here,” Wilson mused. “Yeah. Maybe if you keep away from him for a bit those dreams will settle down.” “Ms. Wickerbottom mentioned that, eh?” Wilson asked. “Yeah I asked her before if she knew what might be causing it, since she knows so much about all sorts of random things. Wasn’t really much that helped, just a lot of possibilities. I guess I’m getting homesick, thinking about what’s happened to my place since I haven’t been around. I suppose I should just be happy I’m not having actual nightmares. And that I lived so far out of the way that no-one should stumble onto that portal before it decays.” I guess that’s one good thing about being on bad terms with the rest of my family, no-one cares to check when you’ve been gone for too long. “Alright. Well, I’d better get back to the main camp, let everyone know what’s going on,” Willow would say, starting to get up. “Do you.. want to come along, maybe?” “Sorry, no. I think it’s too soon for me to see Maxwell again. Please give everyone my sincerest apologies,” Wilson would answer. “Is there anything we can do?” Willow asked. “Yes, actually. Can you try to find out what Maxwell’s been putting in his cigars?” “What, do you want some of that nasty stuff?” Willow was giving Wilson a weird look. “No, I want to get rid of whatever his source is. I swear he’s only making those things just to torture the rest of us,” Wilson said with an annoyed look at the thought of it. “I hear that. Even I won’t light those things for him,” She said making a face. “I’ll have everyone keep an eye out.” “Thanks Willow.” The next few days went on without much trouble out of the ordinary. Wilson received frequent visits from the other survivors (minus Maxwell who was wisely staying away, and WX-78 who just didn’t care), and he made visits to the main camp as well to upgrade and maintain the equipment. It was by the fourth day that Wilson realized that he hadn’t seen Maxwell at all the entire time. “Yeah, that purple-suited devil hasn’t been around much. Pops in now and then, and sleeps overnight at the camp, but otherwise he’s been scarce,” Woodie would say after Wilson had inquired. “Me and Lucy tried to follow him a couple of times, but he’s a wily one, keeps giving us the slip.” “He’s so scrawny it’s hard to tell him apart from a tree trunk!” The talking axe piped up. “Thanks, I guess. You haven’t noticed him doing anything strange when he has been around, have you?” Wilson asked. “Not really. The robot’s been acting suspicious, though. The walking can’s been swiping supplies here and there, getting defensive if he gets caught and trying to divert our attention. We’re used to him trying to make off with the gears to eat, but it’s been regular stuff. Rocks and twigs, grass ropes, that sorta stuff. Ms. Wickerbottom thinks he’s taken enough stuff to make his own camp by now.” “Maybe. He’s never really cared about any of us, other than that the more of us there are around, the less likely he’s going to be targeted,” Wilson answered, rubbing his chin in thought, puzzling over the behavior as well. “You haven’t seen him and Maxwell together, have you?” “Not that I can recall. How about you, Lucy?” “Nope, they’ve been staying away from each other when they’re at the camp.” “That’s strange. They seemed to be getting pretty friendly with each other on the last world,” Wilson said, now suspicious as well. “You think the ‘bot and the ‘suit are in cahoots with each other?” Woodie asked. “Maybe. WX steals the supplies while Maxwell sets up camp,” Wilson surmised. “Or he’s just running distraction while Maxwell is up to other mischief. We’d better keep an eye on the both of them…” Wilson then frowned. “IF I can keep an eye on them. I haven’t seen either of them since I set up my lab.” “No worries, Wils, Lucy and I’ll keep an eye out for them. We’ll deal them some swift woodlands justice if they’re up to trouble,” Woodie said proudly, holding up Lucy. “Just try to keep ‘em in one piece. I’ll have some questions for them once they get caught at something,” Wilson answered, picking up his backpack to head out. “Where you off to now?” Woodie asked. “Back to the lab, I got a lot of work to do. Winter will be here soon and I want to get equipment ready for spring before we get stuck huddling by the campfires all winter. I’d rather not be trying to set up the lightning rods again while the thunderstorms are are already on top of us,” Wilson answered. “Haha, that was a fun night. Good thing WX took the hits instead. I can still smell smoke on him sometimes,” Woodie laughed. “Just make sure you’re getting some sleep, Wils. The dark circles around your eyes are looking worse than normal.” “Maybe once I get the equipment done. I haven’t exactly been eager at the prospect of dreaming again. The only dreams I’ve had lately are making me homesick.” “Home’s wherever you make it, so long as you got the people around you that you care about. Ain’t that right, Lucy?” “Oh you’re so sweet, Woodie!” Wilson frowned, starting to head out. He knew what Woodie had meant, about the other people they’d become friends with that were here with them in the Constant, but now he was feeling homesick again. He might not have gotten along with his family…but it would’ve been nice to see them again. Maybe I should’ve thought about that before I moved out into the middle of no-where with no way to reach human society…even if they were jerks… His mood now sour instead of homesick, Wilson marched himself back to his lab, throwing himself into his work. What did it matter now what his family was up to? He was here now, all he could do was try to make the best of it. * * * The fog… the walk through the forest.. the approach of the house… the eerie stillness all around… All was the same as before, creeping once again closer to the machine in the dark. And then… pausing… Slowly the gaze traveled around the room, trying to see details in the dark, searching for something unseen… The fox took a step at a time closer, moving with great caution, gazing at the machine… The movement was sudden, the unnatural glow of the machine as it sprang to life, like the switch thrown by unseen hands. In an instant those hands shot forward, shadows incarnate, grabbing the fox and yanking it into the darkness, swallowed by the shadows before it could finish uttering a yelp. The wandering gaze of the unseen had snapped back to the portal at the light and the movement, but it had all happened too quick for it to have taken any action. Around the portal the shadows had begun to swell up, starting to move towards the gazer, but a different source of light would cause them to shudder, shrinking back and disappearing entirely, leaving the portal and the rubble in the room now fully visible. Everything inside the house had been left utterly destroyed, except the portal… The gaze turned once more on the portal, everything else seeming to lose focus as it stared at the malicious machine. And then with great speed it moved forward, rushing to the portal… * * * Wilson woke with a start, looking around in panic, gasping. Slowly he started to calm down, putting a hand to his head to clear the cold sweat on his brow. He was at his workbench, having fallen asleep in the middle of his project. It was full night now, but his fire was still lit, so he couldn’t have been asleep very long. Tonight was the full moon, so it wouldn’t have mattered, but the still burning fire gave him some comfort. Wilson pushed his seat away from the work bench, trying to rub the sleep from his eyes, and the dream from his mind. The eerie feeling continued to hang around him though, causing him great discomfort. Why would the shadows care about snatching a woodlands animal? Why was he having these dreams now-turned nightmare in the first place? Why did he even care about a stupid delusion about some place he could never get back to? Wilson got up from his seat, heading quickly for his gate without bothering to grab any supplies, just wanting to be out of his camp. After a few moments walk in the cold night air the creepy feeling would leave him, but he did not feel any better. I want to go home… not back to that house.. back to those woods. I want to go… home… Wilson turned his head towards the sky, staring at the heartless ‘moon’ for several moments in anguish before he let his head drop back down, starting to rub his eyes before the tears could finish forming. A gentleman did not cry, despite whatever the circumstances. He needed to be strong for the people around him. But he was so tired… It was like when Charlie took the powers of the throne from him, she also took a piece of himself as well. Perhaps that was the price of his freedom from the throne, that he could never be the same again. The cold, quiet air seemed to be helping, Wilson slowly calming down. Maybe the breakdown was inevitable, but he was glad he didn’t have it in front of the others. But where do I go from here… Wilson hugged himself with his arms, shivering as he finally started to feel the bite of the cold night. Winter was almost on top of them now, much quicker than normal. He didn’t have the luxury of sulking anymore, he needed to get back to work. It was as he was turning to head back to his lab that a movement caught his eye, something moving in the darkness at the edge of the trees. The eerie feeling started to creep back up Wilson’s spine as the man turning to look for the movement. He couldn’t see anything moving now that he was looking for it, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t there… Then a different movement caught his eye, something more distant. A human form? Squinting into the dark, Wilson soon realized what he saw skulking about in the nighttime air was none other than Maxwell, whose gaze was focused intently on the ground. He seemed most focused on the flowers, pausing when he would encounter one, inspecting it thoroughly before moving onto the next. He must have been looking for evil flowers, which bloomed most often under the pale light of the full moon. “Looking for Nightmare Fuel components?” Maxwell jumped at the sudden noise, straightening up quickly from the flower he had been stooping to inspect, then looking annoyed once he realized who had come up on him. “Higgsbury. Shouldn’t you be busy getting your hands caught in some gears or burning your workbench?” “I thought I might enjoy the night air before making my workbench into charcoal,” Wilson replied acidly. “Why are you skulking around so late?” “What does it look like to you? I’m gathering resources,” Maxwell replied in his royal tone. “For your own twisted motives or for everyone?” “Dear little Higgsbury, when will you learn, whatever most benefits me also benefits everyone else.” “We need to to talk about how exactly your cigars are not benefiting everyone else,” Wilson answered in a deadpan tone. “Now now, Higgsbury, we went over this before…” Maxwell started to lecture, but Wilson was no-longer listening to him. His eye had caught a movement again, but this time he saw it more clearly - one of the shadow creatures. A chill went down his spine again - he had no headache, none of the physical symptoms he had whenever his sanity was in danger - but he could still see the shadow creature, as well as others, starting to creep through the trees, moving as though they had purpose. “Are you listening to me, Higgsbury?!” Maxwell barked, annoyed at the scientist seeming to tune him out. He followed Wilson’s gaze to the trees, and then he too seemed surprised at the sight of the moving shadows. “Isn’t the camp… Higgsbury!” Wilson had abandoned Maxwell, taking off after the shadows at a run, having too realized what way the shadows were traveling. He only caught occasional glimpses of the darkness incarnate, but after chasing them for a short while he realized their destination was somewhere else, missing the main camp by a fair distance. They were headed for the portal… Wilson slowed down, moving into the treeline, trying to give himself some cover. He almost jumped as Maxwell arrived behind him, out of breath, also doing the same. “You annoying… little midget… you just left me….” “Quiet!” Wilson hissed, looking back to the Florid Postern, watching as the shadows settled in around the plants and trees, hiding themselves a short distance from the portal, then making no other movements. They were just… waiting for something… The normally invisible passage of the portal would become visible, glowing faintly with its swirling energy as a shapeless blob of shadows seemed to melt out of it. Wilson looked briefly at Maxwell, seeing an equally puzzled expression on the magician as he gazed at the lump of shadows. He’d never seen the shadows actually use the portal, they seemed able to move themselves between worlds without direct aid, so long as some kind of bridge had been made between them, like the Florid Postern, or the Teleportato. Wilson’s attention was drawn back to the portal, the blob of shadows moving away from the portal, and the hidden shadows rearing up from their hiding places, starting to gather around the portal like shapeless snakes poised to strike… The glow on the portal became brighter, behaving now as it would for a normal arrival, emitting a brief surge of light as the new form emerged. In that instant the shadows struck, all surging forward, striking like a hammer from all angles before the form had finished appearing, surrounding and swarming it. Alarmed, Wilson started to run towards the portal, but he got no more than two steps before he was yanked to a stop, grabbed by his arm by Maxwell. “Don’t be stupid, Higgsbury!” “We have to help!” Wilson yelled. “What do you expect to do!? We don’t even know what that is!” Maxwell snapped back, digging his fingernails into Wilson’s arm to prevent his escape. Wilson tried to fight the grip, but a strange noise turned his head back to the portal. The shadows were changing shape, looking more like a bubble, straining to stay small but being stretched to its limit. An instant later and the breaking point was reached, a bright flash of light blinding both humans and causing both of them to shield their eyes, Maxwell releasing Wilson on reflex. The scientist tried to rub the glare out of his eyes, looking back to the portal again to see fragments of shadows trying to gather themselves back, scattered in a wide radius around a glowing form. A white body that shined not with the light of the moon, but from its own glowing light; four legs with cloven hooves, stamping angrily at the ground; a long, lion-like tail that lashed back and forth; all connected to a horse-like body that ended in a glowing spiral horn, brandished threateningly towards the first blob of shadow that had emerged, now also laying partway exposed to reveal a trapped red fox, crying out for aid. Wilson stood in utter shock, the continuation of his last lucid dream now playing out right before his concision eyes in alarming clarity. Wilson almost took a step forward, but he was suddenly yanked back again, Maxwell having grabbed the collar of the scientist’s shirt, pulling him into the trees. “STOP IT Maxwell!! Let me-!” “Shut up, Higgsbury!” Maxwell hissed, clamping a hand over the scientist’s mouth. Wilson tried to pry the hand off of his mouth, but Maxwell’s demeanor made him stop short, greatly concerned. He’d never seen the magician look so alarmed. Bright flashes of light, followed by surges of consuming shadows, danced among the trees that Maxwell had made them hide in, Wilson’s eyes only able to catch brief glimpses as shadow and light warred at the Florid Postern. Then a single brilliant flash, followed by an overwhelming silence… Shadows seemed to settle back into the area. Normal shadows, not the living manifestations of nightmare fuel. This time Wilson was able to gently pry Maxwell’s grip off of him, the magician not trying to grab him again. Wilson crept carefully through the trees, pushing aside the branches to gaze out at the portal. Light glowed in front of the portal, the unicorn nuzzling the red fox, which seemed no worse for wear, leaning back against the unicorn’s muzzle. Its little friend now safe, the unicorn straightened up, for the first time taking stock of where it was. The shadows that had tried to swarm it were gone, all crawled back into invisibility in the darkness. It looked back at the portal, now dark and closed, then gazed up at the sky, and the shining full ‘moon’ above. Finally it turned is gaze towards the ground and the surrounding area, and then, towards Wilson… The scientist found himself frozen, unable to move, not daring to. Its eyes were locked upon him for he didn’t know how long, staring at him, staring into him… Finally the unicorn turned, looking back towards the fox briefly before it turned its whole body towards another stand of trees, taking off at a brief pace, followed quickly by the little fox. By the time Wilson finally moved, it was already gone, lost in the fog among the trees.
  12. Howdy! I'm super new to these forums and don't really know what I'm doing, but I was told I should share some of my Don't Starve fanart here, so here goes nothing! (Though please do let me know if I need to change or move anything!) I'm primarily found on these sites: Twitter - Tumblr - Instagram
  13. So I wanted to have a art thread, drawing with a mouse is really hard so it looks like a 2nd grader drew it. I practice with these sort of mini comics and other things in my drive. So here is my DST art! Wonder why, maybe Willow forced him. I am not to happy on how I did Wendy on this. But Wavel's still annoyed (I'll explain It later, I'm to lazy right now.) Drew myself in DS style, it's a bit crooked though.
  14. Yes, hi, hello, I am here, to throw my garbage art, onto the garbage table. here have some chesters. (I'm gonna be redoing the bumblebee chester digitally sometime tonight or tomorrow) ok hope you like my art wes op
  15. Welcome to my thread! You can check my Don't Starve thread either here or my signature. My game concept: Frontier Reaper/Boomtown R.I.P. can be seen here. Anyways, inspired by both @SirKnight's and @toki-wartoothxx 's art threads, I wanted to make my own "non-shame" corner. Emphasis on the "no-shame". Just like my toki-doki buddy I can do requests but due to me being tight on cash I will make personal "commission quests" monthly or tri monthly so you can see where your money is going into. For good examples of my non-DS work, you can check my facebook page or Tumblr page(they both post the same content but facebook gets the newer content). Comission Quest(more info): badges to do list: Though to make up for lack of references to show my newer fully colored work, I'll post some examples here so you can see what I can do when I don't do DS style: The pieces above take a entire day to make. Mainly due to painstakingly coloring each line before working on the underlayer. Though, while I'm doing comission quests, you can also comission Badges from either me or @toki-wartoothxx. We'll be selling these for $3 each, oc or not. Currently I got about 42 done and got more coming along the way. Posting badges would be more logical here than the DS thread but I'll try to get the rest of the cast done. Even Maxwell. Wishlist/quest list: book list:(least of my priorities but still things I need to collect) art Tutorials: My father's book.
  16. d Welcome to my thread! I got into the lore of Don't Starve thanks to my buddy @toki-wartoothxx. Hopefully I can get the game in the future but thanks to non-game materials like the comics and animations by Klei, I can appreciate the world building before I get to play the game itself. Steam summer sale wooohooooo Ready to play and maybe make comics and study sketches about. Such material inspired me to make art. Here's what I've drawn so far: Wilson and Pines Twins find Apophenia Lio has a Kodak moment with Maxwell William Carter's Liminality And some non-DS related art with the game style: Klei's Herbert West Don't Starve Bob, it's alright Don't let the league starve This page for my non-Don't Starve art. This page for my Oxygen Not Included art. This page for my Invisible Inc. art. This page for my Griftlands related art This page for my Hot Lava art To do list: Commission Quest: Info on Skeledork Skeledork interpretations: Comics: skeledork expressions: Art by my father Works featured on streams Update: 6-28-2016 Thread gets a updated title, hopefully it doesn't confuse things. Update: 6-29-2016 About to get the game, added a greeting. Update: 7-4-2016 Got the game, thank god. Update: 7-12-2016 To do list Update: 7-19-2016 Interpretation section Update: 8-28-2016 oc posts
  17. Just something weird I thought of Wilson hits himself out of confusion
  18. Greetings and salutations. Though I am a seasoned starver I am new to the forums. At some point I decided that I would do fanart for this favorite game, and now I find I even have an art/rp blog! That can be found at at http://wayward-wendy.tumblr.com/ while my regular art blog is https://casualdraws.tumblr.com/ Here is some of my fanart. It mostly revolves around the lovably morbid Wendy. I don't know how often I'll be posting here but I hope you like what I do! Kill the pig Spill his blood Woodie rescuing me in a DST game we had I cannot wait for the rose skins Thanksgiving special This one is easily one of my top favorites though. It works so well!
  19. Here we go. I love to draw Willow especially with Bernie
  20. this is a version of this thread except its oxygen not included here's my sh*tty dupe art
  21. A place for me to dump my Oxygen not included doodles! (causally changes the topic of this while i still can) starting off with my take on Doctor Olivia Broussard, A character who played a major role in the backstory to oxygen not included. To my knowledge there isn't really any canon descriptions of her so i just drew her how i think she would look! Small Jump scare warning btw
  22. Keep in mind, Im not as talented as some people on here, because I'm still relatively new to doing digital art. Anyways uh, I want to be one of those cool kids that have a thread where they can dump all their drawings and stuff. I'll post Dont Starve related art as I make them, I guess. Open this spoiler tab if you want to subject yourself to my crappy doodles (Some of this stuff is really old, so expect trash quality.) Here are the drawings that are high-effort, and (hopefully) high-quality. I will add more drawings as time goes on. (If I forget that this thread exists do me a favor and spam me in DMs or something)
  23. Starting my first thread here, just sharing some of my Don't Starve Together artworks. Some are a bit older and some recent, putting them here in hopes some might enjoy them or give an opinion on them ^-^/ For some of the drawings exist a painting progress, too, if you are interested you can find the speedpaint videos of them here: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCWoh3bHLACj_slq2KAlFATg An older one, Wendy and her beloved sister: Winter's Feast with friends: And a recent one, Wendy with my favourite light in the game ^-^:
  24. My fanarts. You might find them in my other medias, but I wanted to share them here too. Probably, all of the drawings/illustrations will be about Don't Starve/Together. . . . My first DS/T fanart, and also a "comic", pretty old, It's from November 3, 2019. And the entire page:
  25. Art Stream

    Hihi! So I'm shamelessly plugging my art streams here because I just want to do more stuff while I finish off my last semester for my Associate's degree- I'll be switching back and forth but I'll be on both Twitch.tv and Picarto.tv https://www.twitch.tv/tokidokke https://picarto.tv/ADRohan (Picarto didn't work out :(, so all the streams will be on Twitch only!) This thread will be holding all the art I do on stream AS WELL as taking requests for streams! (so if there's anything you'd like for me to draw on the stream or if you make fanart of my OCs and want it featured let me know!) holla at ya boi. Starting this thread off with the piece I finished today! (thanks minespatch and friend for joining!) (there's a gummy worm because of the stream)