#chester dont starve

[clonkity]

I can't believe I didn't even post CHESTER! he was made before all the monster characters too!! late's a good a time as any I suppose. He has 9 hands concealed within to hold items like chester can do in ds(t), and he's a very good boy.

[gee-arid]

My pair of terraria characters, expert and normal!

Also chester my beloved...

Closer versions undercut.

Gave King red terraspark boots- so they match his waistcoat :) He also has a pygmy necknace thingie behind his arm.

Stars armour is... incorrect, she wears beetle armour in the endgame- but i like how this looks more! Also i never got terraspark boots for her- all that lava fishing was a time waste.

[crazysnor1ax]

Starvetober Day 3: Cliff

[sapphire-drawings]

Winter coat for Baby Webber. It doesn't happens every winter, but it's too effective and he gets lost very easily so they put clothes to spot him in the white of the scenery The scarf only stays on when under supervision cuz babies are babies and... things happens.... Take good care of your babies out there people!

[cracksh0t]

silly billys

[inhumanrobot]

Delightful new trailer for the latest DST update

(^smol crying wilson is concept art from the twitch klei stream)

[minart-was-taken]

Early morning doodles (it's midday I just slept it)

[momosweetpeach]

Chester stamp :)

[zombiedcattle-art]

bro hasnt socialized with another human in a while

[dipndotz]

MORE DONT STARVE!!!!!

[theothermorganh]

Triumphant Wilson and Princess Chesterfield the fourth of the plains family (XD) (Chester is spoiled rotten)

EDIT: Fixed the shading on his face

Close-ups under cut:

I want to put him in a blender and let him blend for hours. (Affectionately)

[cupiowaffles]

I'm convinced Wilson is a dog person solely because of Chester just existing

[sudsy-2oap]

Wilson art dump,, :)

[fiend-ds-blog]

doodles to feed the dst consumer’s soul

[sapphire-drawings]

I would either be struggling to draw or animating

BUT CHESTER'S ZOOMING FOR YOU!!!

[ice-cream-writes-stuff]

⧱Appetency⧱

{At heart Wilson is truly a man of science. It's not in his nature to resist the call of the unknown...}

-

You side-eye the man a few steps away from the log you sat on, watching him eagerly re-reading through his blueprints on the makeshift table the two of you made, claiming it as a work desk.

You couldn't help but let your lips curl up at his fidgeting. Finding it oddly cute and rather funny when you notice him mumble a few words here or there. His face having a certain pink glow.. Myabe due to the lightning of the fire.

Glancing back at the small fire, the chopped bits of meat turn a darker color as you turn the skewers so the other side could crisp up.

You couldn't help but recall the few times he acted like this in front of you...

-

During your first meeting, the two of you were more different than... Well, many things!

Clothes for one! While you are dressed in more contemporary wear and fabrics. His was more, dignified, well.. As much as cloths could be in The Constance.

Wilson, ever the gentleman, glances away as you walk beside him. Clothes riding up slightly against your skin, heaving slightly as you drag back your kills together.

You try to strike up conversation and gain his attention, yet his milky-skin becomes a light pink as you do.

The way he spoke, too!

"My dear, are you alright?" You blink, the first time you've been called such a pet-name.

"Huh-? Oh, I'm fine! Don't sweat it!" You wave it off, a bit surprised at the warmth in your own face as you laugh it away.

""Sweat it"? Dearie, I thought we both concluded that the weather is rather too cold for such things."

He was an oddball, but.. You liked him all the same.

-

While you day-dreamed, Wilson peeked at your expression. Enamored by the sight of your far-away gaze, he tried to see if anything caught your eye. Though he couldn't find a single thing, what kind of lovely thought a beauty like you could have?

A small sigh left him as he turned back to his blueprints.

-

Meeting you was one of the strangest and most wonderful encounters he's had since being stuck on the wretched island.

You were quite.. What's the word.. Rather, many words could describe you! Or, actions spoke a bit louder to him.

During the winter season, more so Winters Feast. Wilson sat by the fire, shivering as he made a thermal stone. You and Chester arrive back to camp, you frown as you take a spot beside him.

His eyes held agitation, not bothering to wander his sights on your pitying look.

Kind could be one.. Maybe well-meaning.

You politely take a seat beside him, not too close as Chester happily barked and opened his jaw.

You pull out a few items, cautiously setting a small scarf down on his lap. "I know you don't prefer hats... So I thought this might be more.. um.. Ya' know? "Suitable"?" You test out the phrase on your tongue, smiling hopefully.

You were.. Unknown to him. Such as this daft place, his fate had now been resigned too!

Though.. You made grand company.

Helping him pick up crops, you sang a small tune under your breath. Bits of giggles leaving your throat at a few lyrics. A bit curious of the song, he spoke up.

Questions and inquiries left him as he rambled.

You only smiled, head tilting to the side a few times in confusion at a few proposals he had on the song.

"That's lot-" You huff out a laugh, Wilson could only smile back patiently. Waiting politely now, wanting to listen. You playfully bump his side, "Alright, I'll tell you."

-

You blink away your former thoughts after smelling the scent of something burning...

..!

Yelping, you grab the skewers. But it burns your hands! Causing you to drop them in the fire...

You groan unhappily, now staring at a worried Wilson as he moves to your side.

"Dear, it's alright, we're lucky to have made a few extra rations." Wilson states as he takes a seat, politely holding out his hand for you.

You slowly grin, nodding as you hand him your hand. Interlacing them together. The scientists eyes widen as he coughs awkwardly, glancing away. "I.. Wanted to see if you burned your hand."

Your own eyes widen as you let go quickly.

"I'm fine! See? Oh..." You glance at your hand and see a small cut.

Wilson gently takes your hand, encompassing it tenderly in his palms.

"A butterflies wing should fix it up." Wilson states, fixated on your hand. Lightly tracing it, the touch was kinda soothing...

Chester yips happily, bumping your leg as he opens his jaw. Wilson smiles happily at the chest, "Otto von Chesterfield, Esquire! You smart little lad!" Taking the items from the small critter, Wilson hands it to you as he pets the creature fondly.

The two of you laugh together as the sun slowly sets, the fire burning even brighter.

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[Happy 11th Anniversary DS/DST! I had a big crush on Wilson when I was younger, so this needed to be made! Anyway, hearts and reblogs are appreciated! Let's see some comments too! Happy birthday Wilson!]