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  1. I only found out about Winona today but what I learned of her immediately struck me as uuuh Familiar! Wilson DOES seem to know how to throw a machine together. Kinda.
  2. Ria's Papyrus Pad

    Ok so I realized that a couple people actually like my DS comic: Wilson meets Red. So I decided to post it here with a couple other crossover art pieces. Comic page 1: Page 2 part 1: Page 2 part 2: Comic page 3: I personally love some of Red's expressions in the first two pages XD Here are a few others I did before/during the comic. Science Machine: Carrots: Wilson's Squirrel Problem: And lastly, comic page 4: Edit: Should I post all my DS related work here or just keep updating my off-topic art thread with them?
  3. 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. To do list: Comission Quest: Info on Skeledork Skeledork interpretations: Comics: Catness comic 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
  4. Hi Wilson... er Nicola Tesla? Game: Time Quest Platform: Mobile Game Why did I post this? Cus I see Wilson... a harmless resemblance of Wilson... a scientist... with that hair... granted it's Tesla...
  5. Zombie Wes secret character transformation you know you want it. (Now with Shadow Wilson!) post real stats fake stats have fun with it even post unlock methods post art all for zombie Wes support! (and Shadow Wilson)
  6. Hello, I'm trying to trade in my wilson skin for a different skin like possibly a triumphant wendy. I have it up on sale on the steam market, but you can send me offers or add me if you want to negotiate an offer. https://steamcommunity.com/tradeoffer/new/?partner=67088296&token=RXmDD83A
  7. Hey whats up fellow Kiel members and Don't Starve players. I just uploaded a video on youtube of a Don't Starve Character Guide on "WILSON"! Needless to say, check it out if you are interested! I am just starting out, any support would be appreciated! Lemme know what yall think! =D Video link:
  8. Dexter's Comic Laboratory

    Despite the name, I don't actually draw Dexter's Lab fanart. I just go by that handle because my name is Dexter and I like science, just felt like putting that out there. So despite lacking most abilities to properly communicate, using art is one method I use to open up to a community. So here goes... something. I hope you enjoy my ability to copy the DS style almost verbatim... I can do other styles too, though, so don't worry. This little fella is a mod that I'm hoping to actually get on someday. I'm fully aware that before he goes into DST, I need to modify this image. Probably shouldn't have merged the layers. Oh well, live and learn. I doodled that shortly after finding "volleyball" in Shipwrecked's anim files. The ball's name is Rawlings. It's sentient according to the tags? Pretty ironic to have Wilson screaming about it but, yanno. Gotta draw the fave any time you can, right? "Hello barber, just f**k me up, please." "Say no more, pal." Yeah, I'm nine times out of 10 never serious about drawing. I just kind of make comics I find funny and wait for others to laugh too. Honestly though, how does one even come up with that hairdo? How do you explain it to a barber? And that's a doodle for a friend who ships Willowson. and it's totally not like i dont either noooo haha those two together is just silly don't touch me She would make an interesting mod imo. I also do photo manipulations but none of those are Don't Starve related... maybe I'll show those someday.
  9. Whoa! My new art! Here's some links to my DA if you want: http://dragonunderthestairs.deviantart.com/ Those of you who know, I have been doing stuff in a newer style. IMPORTANT: YOU WILL BE RECEIVING MY DON'T STARVE FAN ART BEFORE DA DOES! Webber's been promoted! I'm sorry about the picture being huge.
  10. Chapter I: Another Day With Them Wilson woke up from his slumber to the familiar feel of a slightly lumpy, yet comforting spring mattress. He sat up, and looked around, a bit confused. It was his old bedroom, back at the....well, others wouldn't call it a mansion. But Mister Higgsbury often referred to it as such. All the familiar things were there. A few blueprints lying on a wooden stool next to the bed, a bureau with a childhood photo of himself displayed in a wooden frame, a small metal toolbox with certain supplies. It all seemed so strange. What had happened...who knows how long ago? He looked at the wall facing his bed, where there was a rather old-looking calendar. By the looks of it, he had only been gone for one day. The days certainly seemed a lot longer. How could that be? He looked out his bedroom window, at the road leading up to the decrepid mansion. The twisting road and gnarled, leafless trees seemed so very unchanged. The skies were clear for a change. Wilson stepped back and shook his head in surprise. Was it all a dream? The man on the radio, the machine, the strange hands? All the things he had made in the strange wilderness were gone. Maybe it was all a fever dream of some sort. He hurried downstairs, and headed into the "living room", where the machine had been. It was gone, as if it had never existed. A thick line of static came from the radio. All the scientific equipment and lab animals were there, with an almost uncanny level of organization. Wilson stopped and shook his head even harder, the idea of it actually all not being real having trouble sinking in. A relieved sigh escaped the scientist's lips. He left the living room and headed into the main hall. On a golden stand was a fine black jacket and top hat. After what had just happened, maybe a break from science was in order. A bit of socializing would do the mind good. He put on the coat and top hat, and put his hand on the knob of the front door to leave, when suddenly, he heard something from the radio, just barely. A single, solitary, "Hey." Against better judgement, he walked back over to the radio. "Say, pal..." came the radio's voice. It was the exact same one from his strange dream. A wave of dread overtook Wilson. He slowly started to back away. "Hey! Pal, where do you think you're running off to?" Wilson couldn't bring himself to answer. He bolted back into the hall and out the door. He didn't want anything more to do with that voice. All he really wanted was to be as far away from that place as possible, for a while. Unfortunately, he didn't even make it down past the porch before he was stopped by two familiar, shadowy claws, transparent, yet visible, waiting for him. He barely had time to scream before they grabbed him, choking him and slowly pulling him into darkness. He could hear a loud hiss. He awoke again with a scream, this time returned to the smell of a fire pit that had just gone out, a spear at his side, and the cawing of a crow. That was a dream, instead. This land is Wilson's nightmare, one that is all too real.
  11. Hey everyone! I just wanted to share a comic that I've been posting on DA for the past couple days. Hopefully this will be turning into a Summer Project for me to keep me busy while I wait away the time between the conventions I sell at. If you want to see them at my DA as well as my other art, check here. http://autobotgirl.deviantart.com/ Done in Photoshop.
  12. Skellington on the Island Edited by: @Arlesienne Chapter 1: Voice of the radio Once upon a Halloween, the Halloween Town awards were roaring in town hall. The Mayor was awarding the citizens of the town their talents. He congratulated their local hero, Jack Skellington, for how spectacular it was. The pumpkin king agreed to his friend, bowing with respect. Lights dimmed down as the festivities were at a close. With another Halloween almost over, the huge grand guignol of the town had turned silent(much to the skeleton's relief). Yet with that relief, a sensation nagged at the back of his skull. Needing inspiration once again. Jack headed behind the stage curtains and let his true thoughts come out as a external monologue. "Something's missing... There's got to be a way to make Halloween more hideous, more terrifying, more frightening-" He slowed out a sigh with defeat in his frustration. "This just can't go on... You've got to do better, Jack." Heading home, Jack went to sit on his bed in thought, the lack of inspiration causing him to stoop, the chin resting on his hands as the hours drifted by. Then... A odd static sound could be heard. Causing Jack to stiffen in confusion. His head turned, eye sockets widening to the sound of a radio. Hey pal... That radio Sally got me for Christmas? Jack wondered to himself as he approached it. The Voxola radio continued to make static, even to Jack's surprise of it not being plugged in. "Hello...?" Jack tried to play its game. Having trouble finding a reason for the season? "Oh. I do. Trying to find new scares. It's... Not as fun as it used to be." Jack rubbed the back of his neck with a look of regret to the floor. The radio got to him and he couldn't help but agree. I can give you that inspiration... If you'll let me. "Maybe later." Jack quickly denied, waving a hand in disagreement. "I'll think about it though." Standing up, he backed toward the door. For a master of terror, the radio really left him unnerved. He headed over to his dear friend Doctor Finklestine's laboratory to seek counsel. "A new Halloween...?" The doctor asked while gazing into his advanced microscope, multitasking as Jack's confidence came back again. "A fresh, new and improved Halloween, doctor. After last year, we can't just do the same old thing." The skeleton's sense of showmanship just sifted through. "We should all be inspired to do something different!" He walked over to Finklestine. The doctor now gazing at his examples. Yet Jack continued. "We need new scares, new ideas, new discoveries!" Finklestine cocked his head with interest. "New discoveries, eh? I think I have just the kind of thing you're talking about." The good doctor reached under his table, picking up a fairly large glass container. Its contents being something eldritch. Alive. Finklestine placed it on the table. "I call it the soul robber. Take it, Jack." Yet the creature wasn't being patient. It bounced around the container trying to be free. Jack gingerly outstretched a hand to the jar, the fingers hesitant, trying hard to be careful. The doctor pressed on. "I'm sure it will come in handy." Agreeing to the reassurance, Jack placed his hand on the lid, suddenly not finding it as difficult as he perceived it to be. Like a leech, it sprang onto his arm. Clutching tight for dear life. Jack was taken back, letting out a gasp of surprise. Yet nothing of anger, rather the opposite. Carefully, Jack swung his arm lightly around in curiosity. Taking this in all at once. Unfortunately the action of just a slight swing caused the creature to break one of Finklestine's materials from a distance. The creature jotted out to grab a item and return to Jack's wrist. "Amazing!" The pumpkin king pleasantly exclaimed at the soul robber's display. He turned to find Finklestine driving away in his wheelchair to give himself space to look at Jack. "Exactly, doctor, exactly! That settles it. I'll head out in search of more new discoveries for next year's Halloween!" The confidence just overpowered from the new batch of inspiration pouring in. Calming down, Jack took a few steps in front of Finklestine. "Doctor, please watch after things while I'm away. I just know you'll keep things in check." There was a curious smirk on the good doctor's face. "Oh... Now I'm certainly looking forward to next Halloween." He rolled away with Jack staring for a few minutes in thought. He broke free from his daze with a shaking of the head and headed for out of town. A grin from side to side as Jack just knew he was going to have a edifying experience. Running to the graveyard and onto... Spiral Hill? Someone's standing on the hill, Jack thought to himself. He stopped for a moment. Eye sockets trying to get a good look at the tall figure. Step by step, he tried to get a good look at the man standing in front of the moon. The bright round shape framing him in view like a portrait. Jack had to stop. He knew the man was staring back at him. Trying to break free from his concern, he got closer to the man. "Hello? Are you lost?" Jack asked, hoping for the man to speak. Though with just a second, the man finally moved. Head tilting with a subtle meanness to it. "No, you are..." Pal. The voice from the radio! Jack took a step back. Feeling a tingle up his spinal column. "How?" "I think you know what I mean. Loss in inspiration." The tall man walked up to Jack. Hands behind his back as though he had a regal air about him. Jack could only notice now that the man looked like a twisted reflection of himself. Thin limbs, a swallow tail coat... Jack shook his head, trying to ignore the observation. "I can give you what you want, just give me your hand." The stranger outstretched his arm out to Jack. He smirked with a cold stare. Pupils so tiny and black, it paled to the expressive wide sockets of Jack's. Yet they wouldn't look away from Jack's position. Shaking his head, Jack took some more steps back. He wasn't sure why he didn't just ignore him but the stare got to Jack. Tutting, the man in the swallowtail coat was just a few inches away. "For a man who loves fear, you're not really appreciating what I have to offer." "This is different. Not when I don't know who I'm dealing with." "True. Yet you're not listening. I can give you what you want with no consequences. Just trust me." Jack took back at the statement. Thinking back to all the times he tried to trust Lock, Shock, and Barrel. What if this was the same? Could he take this chance? "I don't know." Jack glanced down, hands turning into fists. The stranger's hand reached out again politely. "Just trust me." Within one silent minute, time slowed down, leaving separate images behind. Jack's body, stiff in the confrontation. Giving in after a while feeling longer than it really was. A shaky arm reaching out to the stranger. With uncertainty, taking the hand. Before he knew it, the shadows from the epithets and the hill stretched out to Jack. The pumpkin king tried to fight the man's grip by wrestling the arm free, but not even the soul robber could protect him. He tried to walk back to pry the hand off but the grinning stranger just stood there without even moving. Jack's eyes gazed as the shadows crawled up his body like hands, slithering up quickly to devour him. Skellington knew he couldn't escape this as he felt his body lower into the dirt, his sockets watching the grinning stranger stare down. Welcome to the shadows... Pal. To be continued...
  13. I don't know why I haven't shared this here yet. Nearly half a year ago I built Wilson's Cabin in Sims 4 and I'm pretty extremely pleased with it. Front Exterior: Back Exterior: First Floor: Second Floor: Attic: Here's a link where you can download it. I don't have any mods or expansions on this, so it should work no matter what version of Sims 4 you have.
  14. Year of the Gobbler fanart!! I'm a bit late but it's finally finished! I hope you enjoy!!!!
  15. Oh gosh, I feel like they'd do this.
  16. Hey all, this is where I post my artwork, sketches and comic pages. Enjoy! ^^ HANDY LINKS: DeviantArt: ecfor.deviantart.com Tumblr: ecfor.tumblr.com Blood Eagles: http://bloodeagles.deviantart.com/ Art software: Paint Tool SAI and GIMP Tablet: Wacom Intuos 5 (medium) > Click the spoiler tag to view all Blood Eagles comic pages! > Click the spoiler tag to view previously submitted art! Page 1 "Wilson seem to have wandered off for a long time, troubled by his thoughts, starvation, lurking monsters and the fact that he has no idea when he might escape the wilderness. Wilson knows there is "something" watching him, how else could every day end up in torment? It's like somebody is toying with the entire world... Wilson is determined to know why."
  17. AN: A quick reminder that I've written this many times before, but I was unsure exactly what I wanted Wynn to be, how old or how rash, but I think I've found a good balance for her character so here we goooo! The pieces of the machine was coming along rather well, and though the ideal parts he’d normally use weren’t in his grasp, Wilson knew it was solid, and that it would work. Some of the smaller gears and such were not easy to produce, but he knew in the end it would all be worth it. He tapped a joint into place with a small rock, and tested to see if the socket was holding. It was, and so he attached the other end to a gear. It was very far from being done, so far it didn’t even look like his sketches he kept in a simple leather bound book. The paper was rough and seriously worn from rain and claws. Smudges marked the uneven pages, and yet Wilson could understand the many scribbles and doodles. He doesn’t spend too much on his device, instead having to put his attention towards fighting off hunger and the chill that blew in just last night. Unlike the other nights, this cold stuck, and was starting to make his fingers numb. He began his daily chores with weeding the small area he called a farm, watering the plants and giving them an encouraging compliment every once in awhile. After he finishes that he takes a walk along a thinly bricked road, up to see if his traps had produced anything. It seemed the bait worked this time. The trick now though, was to retrieve the animal without letting it squirm away. This proved to be more difficult, and got the little scientist a bit bloody in the process. Blood no longer bothered him as it may have done in his first few days on this dreaded island, as hunger always beats humanity. One trap was suspiciously broken, the twigs and grass crushed in, a little blood on them, and a faint trail leading out in the surrounding forest. This made him think for a long moment. Should he risk capturing whatever beast or animal had stolen one half of a meal from him? It was certainly not a good idea. He’d never seen the pigs break traps, or even the spiders, seemingly oblivious to the easy meal. Wilson followed the trail for a short time before it ended. At the trunk of a mighty tree, much larger than most he’d run into, but that should’ve been expected, this seemed like a pretty old forest. The pine needles below were so thick the dirt or maybe grass could not be seen. Claw marks, old and new showed around the trunk, so he could only assume this is where whatever it was lived. Something about this made him want to leave. Maybe it was the way the wind blew through with an almost silent whisper. Or perhaps the more logical, the beast that lurked in this forest. Whatever reason he chose, he left with more than a chill that started to creep up his spine. The rest of the traps were fine, and most had caught something. He returned to camp, relighting the firepit he had set up probably months ago, and started to prepare his food. Even with the amount of practice he had to master skinning a rabbit, it was always a difficult task to not over cut and ruin a perfectly good piece of meat. Wilson never had a sensitive stomach, having used to help his parents with the execution of many of the farm’s poultry. He had to thank his father, albeit begrudgingly for the work he had to endure through his young life. It had made him strong in mind and in body, but the years after had weakened him. All those experiments, all those trial-and-errors, every day was more or less the same but with more interesting results than the last. As he was reminiscing about the past he was slowly getting a creeping feeling. But suddenly, before he could do anything to defend himself he was tackled to the ground, the crude knife he'd been using was knocked out of his hands. A rumbling growl was all he could hear, his head in pain and his eyes stung. He didn't get a chance to open his eyes before whatever creature had jumped off him, scooping the scrap of meat from his hands. Wilson got up suddenly, now meaning business. He reached out blindly to grab whatever it was. Even though it seemed unlikely he had managed to get a grip on it, grabbing it by the scruff and pulling it back with ease. It wasn't very heavy. This wasn't what he was expecting, nor was he expecting it to only be the size of a small child. As his vision returned he discovered the reason. The reason being it was a small child. Baffled beyond belief he watched the fur dressed child cling desperately to the little chunk of meat with the most intense look he'd ever received from a child. This little girl dressing in a wolf's pelt could hardly be taller than 3 foot. Freckles on her face and black hair poked out from the hood which had what looked to had ears. It even came set with a tail, which seemed to move, but Wilson decided it was his imagination, as that was impossible. "This is mine now!" She firmly stated, holding even tighter to the meat. Wilson had no idea what to do about this child, but a little part of him made him think that he couldn't let such a small thing go back out into the wild. The other, larger portion of Wilson wanted to snatch his scrap of rabbit away from her and send her on her way. Wilson did not like children. They were loud, sticky, and overall consumed too many resources to have one tag along. Wilson ground his teeth in thought, a bad habit he was sure to regret one day. Every logical course of action dictated he leave the child to its own fate in the woods, but then again... No. He had no good reason to keep this Child with him. But then it was settled before his logic could catch up with his mouth. "Fine. Keep it. But you'll have to stay here." His brain swore. He was going to regret this.
  18. “After acquiring the knowledge in that accursed exchange, I quickly fetched a clean journal to jot down all I could decipher at the time. However to my growing frustration, most of what I jot down was rather esoteric as I understood the workings rather than the function these strange devices that my mind kept flashing before me. When I was first dragged to this damned place, I was pleased to find that my journal was still safely contained in my vest pocket. As such I try my best to record my findings as I survive. For the sake of my fellow survivors, I’ll be more than happy to share my work in hopes to help us live another day.” ~Wilson P. Higgsbury ((This is a project of mine on my Wilson blog over at Tumblr. I take request subjects for Wilson to write entries on in his journal. I'll be posting all I have currently here shortly. Feel free to send requests either here or to my Tumblr. One thing to note, I can be fairly slow when making new entries, so bare that in mind. I do a first come first serve as well, with 9 entry requests currently pending. I hope you enjoy what I've made so far and what will come in the future.)) Entry 1 - Mandrakes “I discovered a rather odd creature in my travels this evening. With the promise of food I plucked a vegetation I never seen before, but to my surprise it was more than just a docile vegetable but some manner of beast. Thankfully it seemed more interested in entertaining me rather than causing me harm; it continues to sing and dance close by, but seems to be cautious of my presence as it won’t let me get within three feet of it. Regardless, its pleasant to find life that doesn’t seek to end my own. I’ll likely keep the little guy as a pet of sorts and continue my study.” “I’ve changed my mind. I have no interest in learning more of these insufferable creatures. While I applaud their tenacity and determination to their “craft,” this is leaving me on the boarder of insanity. Apparently its song attracted the creature’s friends who all decided to chime in as well and have no respect for a man in desperate need of sleep. I can only assume they are nocturnal by nature. With any luck I’ll slip away at dawn if my hypothesis is true.” Entry 2 - The Hounds “I’m lucky to be alive after my experience this evening. While prototyping a makeshift gunpowder, I began to hear howls in the distance. Several minutes later it ceased and I thought whatever creature it might have been simply moved on. However a few seconds later my camp was ambushed by a pack of vicious hounds; I’ve never seen canines so ferocious before, as well as relentless. Grabbing a torch, I abandoned my camp and ran with them nipping at my heels, but not before one managed to take a bite out of my left arm; scientifically speaking, their maws are that of razors. Eventually I made it to the nearby grasslands. Hearing the slobbering snoring in the darkness, I was struck with an idea. Weaving through the slumbering beefalo, I presumed the beasts chasing me might decide go for a much larger meal; I was correct. The scuffle between the two different colonies was bloody and in the end the herd gored every last hound, and by extension saving my life. I now know that no place or time is truly safe on this island. I need to consider constructing a few defensive measures from future attacks.” ~ “I believe I have discovered the abode of these viscous beasts. While exploring the desert to the north, I discovered a colony of mounds constructed with the bones from a variety of different creatures; I was even able to identify some as human. Keeping my scientific curiosity in check, I kept my distance for the safety of my skin, and thank goodness for that. As a buzzard landed on the top of one of the mounds to scavenge anything left, the pack emerged almost instantly to claim its next meal. I’ll be keeping my explorations away from the desert unless absolutely necessary from now on. One thing leaves me puzzled however: how did these beasts find my camp from miles away? Why stray so far from home when there are plenty of other sources of food in between? Is something else pulling their strings?
  19. I just practice on Don't Starve style. I love this game so much. In picture, Wilson have a dreaming of day without Beefalo Hat between Beefalo in Mating Season. I think you know how end of story. :3 Enjoy and thank you for watching.
  20. Version 1.0.1

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    WATERMELOWN WATERMELOWN this mods adds good epic new content to don't starv together gmaeplay experience. To install the mod, extract the "watermelown" folder to your steamapps\common\Don't Starve Together\mods directory. It is a client mod, so a server does not need it installed for you to use it. You can enable it under "Mods" from the main menu. More characters will be watermelowned at different times. Stay tuned for updates. To find the secret, go lefty-downy. . Thanks for playing. You smell unpleasant; a bath would be advised.
  21. Wow, it's been a while. Dang... I'm starting a new tread because my old tread was archived. XD So I'm going post some art I did recently, and then I'm add some stuff I've done in the past later.
  22. I just drew a little picture of Wilson and decided to post it here, I hope you like it!
  23. Wow, it's been a year since I was last one here! (Well, about a year since I posted something) Thought I'd post some more art on here! Also wow, my old art on here was bad... Requests Open!
  24. one more stock photo meme before bed
  25. Hello every little ballspider who has ended up in this page, I'll probably will be doing a series of Don't starve character potraits on this topic. These take a lot of time to make but I'll update this page always when I get a new one ready for baking! I hope you enjoy! ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Realistic Wilson 'n butterfly Realistic WX-78 n' wallpaper HIGHLY RECOMMENDED ANIMATED VERSION ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Thanks!