#dst christmas

[mighty-mations]

@ninten-draw merry christmas! from your secret santa >:3c i hope your holidays are full of cheer and tasty treats

also my time zone is AEST so that's why it may be a day early for u guys but rest assured it is christmas for me!

[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!

[waokevale]

"Who posts Christmas art on New years eve?" Me. That's who. Because I can, and because I didn't have the time when it was actually Christmas :P

Just imagine it's New year feast or something.

Y'know what, actually– consider the star wormwood presents in the second pic to be a symbolism of something new, since it creates life and light and all that. Happy 2024 (hopefully)

[micromime]

The piece I did for the DST Winter's Feast Fanzine 2023 Zine

[leomartz33]

A surprise.

[wayward-wendy]

Winter's Feast

Finally.

[crushcircuit]

WX-78 celebrating winter's feast (GONE WRONG) (NOT CLICKBAIT)

my DST secret santa piece for @zedleaked! i hope you like it, this was a lot of fun to experiment with!!!! ヾ(≧ ▽ ≦)ゝ merry christmas!

thanks 2 @chainsaw-mewmew for hosting!

[mayabunny23]

This is a secret Santa for @sodasilks

I hope you enjoy this, I love your art lol

It is Christmas here btw!!!

[carnis-insanis]

I did the thing

[maskeddiany]

It is good to plan beforehand

[33darling]

new wendy skin, very cute

[sun-in-hoodie]

Christmas fic about Maxwil, why not?

The frost was biting his checks, his fingers were already numb, and snow was disgustingly crunching, when Wilson was approaching the fire. It seems that today the whole day wasn't going well from the beginning, and this thought didn't make it any easier. Winter is just another experience. The scientist wants to think so, but something inside him scratches so disgustingly and whispers that this night’s experience will be his last.

Shadows were already dancing on the horizon, at the edge of the forest, and Wilson prayed they wouldn't come any closer. There were enough problems as it was. Night came two hours ago, there was at least another ten left before morning, and the firewood was already starting to treacherously run out while the temperature only dropped lower.

For a minute, despair comes over him, and only tapping on a frozen log helps him pull himself together. Wilson looks around at the dilapidated camp after the fight with the deerclops and accepts the invitation with a slight nod, sitting down next to Maxwell, under whose feet the sleeping Chester was warming up.

The fire crackled quietly and illuminated the faces of both with a weak light; silence still hung in the icy air. The shoulders of the former ruler of this damn place were shaking noticeably, even though they were hidden under an old coat: Maxwell's thinness had never helped him fight the cold, but he didn't complain. After a couple of minutes, he even covered the scientist with his hollow clothes. The smell of tobacco filled his nose.

– I can't stand winter...

Wilson spoke quietly, Maxwell hemmed. For a minute, it even became cozy, but but the horror sharply crept on the hearts of both when the melody of the music box was sounded near: a dark clawed hand stretched to the fire to leave survivors without heat and light, but The magician quickly stepped on it. With a fake note, the world around again plunged into silence, and Wilson felt that, no matter how he wanted, he could not relax.

– As a child I loved snow. I dreamed about it every winter, but now, perhaps, I’m too tired of it and this cold, – Maxwell shook his head with a slight chuckle. His tone was slow, calm, and Wilson found a special peace in it, remembering long-ago evenings and conversations with the radio, which so well saved him from loneliness.

– Yes. We just need to survive until spring, – he sighed, a puff of steam escaped from his mouth. And either from the cold or from the overwhelming fatigue, Wilson laid his head on the shoulder, which Maxwell shuddered at first and then hugged him with one arm. They both tried not to move.

The magician doesn't like seeing Wilson like this. He was already too accustomed to his fast, sometimes confused speech, his eyes sparkling with new brilliant and not so great ideas, to his excessive self-confidence and curiosity. And seeing Higgsbury so tired and dejected, mindlessly looking at one point with a dead gaze, seems too wrong and unnatural that the elder even has something aching in his chest.

– Well, why did you need to create such a cold winter?

Wilson gently pulled him out of his thoughts and then tried to smile. He tried to hold on and continue the conversation, but his eyes were closing and the thoughts in his head were treacherously confusing. Under the heavy load of fatigue, all sensations were suppressing, even the hellish cold.

– To show that life is not just a bowl of cherries. In fact, not everything here depended on me.

Maxwell's already familiar voice became quieter. It seemed to the scientist that he was diving under water, everything became so distant and muffled. He asked the question with all his might.

– And on whom else?

Wilson spoke weakly, and Maxwell unusually pressed him close to him and began the story. About shadows, about the past inhabitants of this place, and the throne of nightmares. To be honest, Higgsbury didn't understand more than half of the words, but he liked to listen to the velvety voice, clear speech and calm intonation. Unnoticed to himself, he fell asleep.

And in his dream everything worked out. It seems he saw Christmas. Real Christmas, in a real warm house, with a real fireplace, with a real Christmas tree, with real Christmas food. There was a smell of delicious cocoa, pine needles and wax from burning candles. And it was... So cozy. The dark room was illuminated with a weak warm light, burning wood crackled in the fireplace. And no damn shadow hands were reaching out to them. Wilson felt safe for the first time in forever.

At that moment all the problems disappeared, and it was so good. He was at home.

At home.

Fluffy snow was falling outside, but the glass and strong walls provided excellent protection from the cold. Wilson stepped forward cautiously, incredulously, looking around the room. And then he abruptly started running and jumped with hugs on the elder, who was standing forlornly by the tall Christmas tree, and buried his nose in his shirt. The sincere smile only became brighter when Maxwell hugged him back, and his thin fingers ran so tenderly along his back. Perhaps this is what happiness looked like. Happiness was quiet and smelled of cigarette smoke and Christmas.

In the morning, Wilson was greeted by the usual bone-chilling cold and blinding white snow. After all, winter was just another experience. And the scientist gained the strength to complete it to the end.

The snow crunched underfoot, Maxwell silently half-smiled, and the hardest night was left behind.

[bellsartworks]

Merry Christmas! And a very special one to @kolasharkattack

I had so much fun participating in the 2022 DST SECRET SANTA!

[micromime]

My gift I made for Secret Santa ^v^

[strangewallflower]

Why are my fixations switching as often as my mood swings-

Like wtf-

[thefoxlady]

My autistic ass watched one of the many Christmas Carol adaptations and thought up about a version where Don't Starve characters play out the story. Here's what I think up.

Don't Starve: A Christmas Carol

Maxwell/William Carter as Ebenezer Scrooge

Wagstaff as Jacob Marley

Wilson P. Higgsbury as Bob Cratchit

Webber as Tiny Tim

Wigfrid as The Ghost of Christmas Past

Wolfgang as The Ghost of Christmas Present

Wes as The Ghost of Christmas Future/Yet To Come

Willow as Mrs. Emily Cratchit

George T. Witherstone as Fezziwig

Charlie as Belle

(Older) Wendy Carter as Fred (Scrooge's Nephew)

Jack Carter as Fan (Scrooge's Sister)

Walter as Peter Cratchit

Wurt as Belinda Cratchit

Wilba as Melinda Cratchit

Pigmen as The Portly Gentlemen

If you think a different character should play someone else, tell me who and why. If you're confused about Wendy's part, Wendy is Maxwell's nephew so I gave her the role of Fred, as for Jack, he's Maxwell's brother, enough said.