werewolfscientist

[werewolfscientist]

Howdy.

I’ve decided I will not be coming back to this fandom for a really long time at this moment. So, here’s a last piece of art for this fandom that I’ll share and do for a long while. It’s just me practicing drawing Wilson and making stylistic decisions.

If you wish to see anymore of my art in general, please go to my main blog. If I ever do draw anything Don’t Starve, I’ll reblog it to this one as well. Thank you for enjoying my content.

[werewolfscientist]

[werewolfscientist]

~Hiatus~

Greetings!

[tl;dr: Am on hiatus for bit. Maybe a few months? Dried out my interest, and moving on to some other stuff for now. Thank you so much for your interest in my stuff!]

This post exists to let whomever looks that I have decided to take a break from this blog and fandom for a while. I’m not certain on how long that will be, perhaps a few months?

I am just not as interesting in this game as before, in terms of art and writing. It’s still quite interesting and I might come back to it for as a renewed hyperfixation (after all, this is the second time for it so there might be a third, heh heh!) but not now.

I’m incredibly sorry for those who’ve I’re been roleplaying with! I realised if I didn’t have enough interest in this game right now to play, nor read or draw then I can’t continue at this moment. I’m burnt out of it, sadly.

If I make a new art blog for other stuff, I’ll edit this and add a link. For now, I will of course leave this blog alone and edit everything to let it be known I’m taking a break.

Thank you very much to anyone who ever interacted with me, or enjoyed my draws and writing! It’s definitely not something I’ll forget. Thank as well for reading this! I wish you a great day and rest of this year!

:)

[werewolfscientist]

Here’s a Maxwell having fun and posing

2-3 AM is a weird time for my brain to kick me with inspiration+will when I’m trying to go to bed heh heh

[werewolfscientist]

Hey I just wanted to give a shutout to RPers that can’t be that active on their blogs, so here’s to:

RPers that are dealing with mental health problems that make it harder to find muse to write

RPers that work long hours that take up their energy

RPers that have a lot of hard things going on in their real life that takes up their time

RPers that are working on a lot other projects as well and have to pick what to work on

RPers that for whatever reason have a hard time finding partners to write with, be it due to being in a rare fandom to having a oc that doesn’t fit a mold

RPers that are parts of different rp blogs/groups & don’t always have time for their indie

RPers that just have a hard time getting muse to write

You all are wonderful & amazing parts of the rpc, it’s okay to not be hyper active all the time & it’s more than okay to have things you do for fun or to make something that isn’t RPing & is more important to you.

 not being as active as others doesn’t make you a bad RPer, writer, editor or otherwise a part of this community, you yourself are a treasure with or without your writing, the thought & care that you are able to put into your muse & writing is more than enough.

[werewolfscientist]

Wilson would still watch a little even if WX noticed he had. Just in case WX needed help or something. And out of sheer curiosity. He was reminded of his radio and a mental tangent in his mind swirled for a good while. He was thinking about how conductive gold was when WX brought him out of his head.

“Hu—What?” He stared at the rag for a second while his brain caught up. He accepted the offered rag, feeling it’s texture, “Okay? …How? Like drying plates?”

Loud, monotone screaming. The thundering of hooves. Seems someone's learned an important lesson about beefalo in spring! "LEAVE ME ALONE YOU FILTHY MEAT CREATURES I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING!!" The bot half-turns and throws a stick in the general direction of the three chasing them mid-run. It isn't too long before the beefalo overtake them, and they're knocked to the ground and trampled a bit, before the animals get bored and begin the walk back to their herd. Ouch. Are they okay...? (Crazyprocessedsynth) //hi!! I hope this starter's ok,, ik we've never talked I have rly bad anxiety ;v; but I'm trying again to get this blog going dhsifjsjf I hope you're doing well!!

Wilson had just been meandering looking for a rock field. Very skilfully, completely randomly avoiding walking towards the area he last saw a beefalo herd. Like the proper scaredy cat he knows he is.

Which meant he noticed the unexpected running robot with a bunch of beefalo following. Mostly by the noisiness of it. His pointy ears aren’t for show, after all. So he halts his walking to look they way he heard it, watching as the beefalo leave their target. Startled by the fallen survivor, Wilson ran over to see if they were alright. The very-not-fleshiness of them was freaky, but he’s seen weirder living creatures. They talked so they must be friendly since they’re on the surface.

“Are you still alive?” He asked, poking the fallen person. Wilson already knew they weren’t ‘okay’.

[werewolfscientist]

Wilson’ll notice the waving and get up to go see what he wants them too look at. They’re surprised Wes had been still trying to organise their stuff at all. They certainly wouldn’t have the patience.

Wes had ventured out too late in the day and wound up lost at night. His torch was just about to burn out when he wandered across a stranger's camp. Was anyone here? (~Shadow-Mime)

Normally this camp would be surrounded by a bunch of trees, encircling it and keeping it hard to spot. But, Wes happened to find it with mostly stumps or itty-bitty-just-planted saplings. They could see it clearly, which looks kinda small and like it was missing things... Or the owner just didn’t try to make a lot of things.

Just a lit firepit, a crockpot that looked recently used, two chests at a distance, and both a science machine and an alchemy machine for some reason. Oddly, there was no evidence of any farming unless berry bushes count.

It seemed like there was no one when Wes first came across it, but that changed when someone did walk towards the dying fire. They were just accidentally hidden by the few fully grown trees. In their hands was a gold axe, which they set down so they could take wood from their pockets to throw in the fire.

It wasn’t a new nor full moon, after all.

[werewolfscientist]

He didn’t at all notice their disbelief of his words. Or his sanity. Even if he did, it wasn’t uncommon for people to be worried about his state of mind.

Though he isn’t much of a mechanic, Wilson still found it incredibly interesting how WX functioned. He watched a little bit then stopped with an embarrassment blush, realising that was probably similar to watching someone undress.

“Oh, uh, yes, I do.” He quickly turned back to the chests. He looked through the other one and came back to offer a standard Constant hammer.

Loud, monotone screaming. The thundering of hooves. Seems someone's learned an important lesson about beefalo in spring! "LEAVE ME ALONE YOU FILTHY MEAT CREATURES I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING!!" The bot half-turns and throws a stick in the general direction of the three chasing them mid-run. It isn't too long before the beefalo overtake them, and they're knocked to the ground and trampled a bit, before the animals get bored and begin the walk back to their herd. Ouch. Are they okay...? (Crazyprocessedsynth) //hi!! I hope this starter's ok,, ik we've never talked I have rly bad anxiety ;v; but I'm trying again to get this blog going dhsifjsjf I hope you're doing well!!

Wilson had just been meandering looking for a rock field. Very skilfully, completely randomly avoiding walking towards the area he last saw a beefalo herd. Like the proper scaredy cat he knows he is.

Which meant he noticed the unexpected running robot with a bunch of beefalo following. Mostly by the noisiness of it. His pointy ears aren’t for show, after all. So he halts his walking to look they way he heard it, watching as the beefalo leave their target. Startled by the fallen survivor, Wilson ran over to see if they were alright. The very-not-fleshiness of them was freaky, but he’s seen weirder living creatures. They talked so they must be friendly since they’re on the surface.

“Are you still alive?” He asked, poking the fallen person. Wilson already knew they weren’t ‘okay’.

[werewolfscientist]

“Okay. Swell. We have an idea of a plan.” This did help Wilson feel a little better. They disliked not knowing what they were going to do. Especially when they thought that had everything they could need.

They glanced to watch Wes to get up, but then turned back to the firepit. Any wooden plates left about would quickly get used as fuel for it, so the dark stays away.

Wes had ventured out too late in the day and wound up lost at night. His torch was just about to burn out when he wandered across a stranger's camp. Was anyone here? (~Shadow-Mime)

Normally this camp would be surrounded by a bunch of trees, encircling it and keeping it hard to spot. But, Wes happened to find it with mostly stumps or itty-bitty-just-planted saplings. They could see it clearly, which looks kinda small and like it was missing things... Or the owner just didn’t try to make a lot of things.

Just a lit firepit, a crockpot that looked recently used, two chests at a distance, and both a science machine and an alchemy machine for some reason. Oddly, there was no evidence of any farming unless berry bushes count.

It seemed like there was no one when Wes first came across it, but that changed when someone did walk towards the dying fire. They were just accidentally hidden by the few fully grown trees. In their hands was a gold axe, which they set down so they could take wood from their pockets to throw in the fire.

It wasn’t a new nor full moon, after all.

[werewolfscientist]

The wolf’s gold eyes watched Wagstaff stand up, quite focused on the movement. He didn’t seem aggressive even as the other got up. Though, the questions made him give a snort that sounded somewhat like laughter. Or a sneeze. Either way, he seemed to respond with a shake of his fluffy head.

He blinked as his stomach growled, licking his lips and looking at Wagstaff with almost expectant eyes.

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Little was a funny way to start describing him. Wilson wasn’t a small man, taller than Wagstaff by 2/3s a foot. He certainly wasn’t small now. In fact, he would be taller than before. If he were standing straight up instead of sticking his muzzle towards Wagstaff. His muzzle which was nearly smacked by the swat. Naturally he noticed after the fact but still flinched backwards with a short growl. He watch the slowed movement with jerky glances.

The wolf couldn’t exactly speak, though he briefly opens his jaw, closing it as quick as it lowered. Gold eyes continued to watch as they moved with his tilted head. One attentive ear pointed towards Wagstaff to listen, and the other one twitched about everywhere else.

Yeesh, “little” really wasn’t the best choice of words earlier.

Still trying to maintain a nonthreatening presence Wagstaff slowly worked himself up to a standing position; he couldn’t be sure of Wilson’s disposition after having undergone such a transformation and so wanted both to keep from startling him and to be able to book it if he needed to. Once he was back on his feet he stayed crouched low somewhat - again, to not seem like a target or threat.

His eyes flicked between the dimming fire, the tree line, and the transformed Wilson, trying to decide what to do from here. While at first he thought he was going to have to escape into the woods he quickly saw that the turned scientist didn’t seem very hostile at all, though he nearly bolted when the other opened his maw, revealing many sharp teeth. Swallowing down a nervous lump in his throat, Wagstaff decided to see if Wilson was still lucid in the only way he knew how.

“You’re uh… not gonna hurt me, right?” Wagstaff asked, his voice hitched with tension, “Still remember enough to know I’m not a chew toy?”

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“Yes. Enough times that I’ve lost count…” Wilson still could remember the first time, though, long ago. That was freaky but now it’s more like an annoyance. Like a mosquito before this world.

“Oh, well that’s good you haven’t! It’s awful.” Wilson gave a quiet chuckle, setting the salve down next to WX. “Try not to know how it is to die, that’s my suggestion.”

Loud, monotone screaming. The thundering of hooves. Seems someone's learned an important lesson about beefalo in spring! "LEAVE ME ALONE YOU FILTHY MEAT CREATURES I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING!!" The bot half-turns and throws a stick in the general direction of the three chasing them mid-run. It isn't too long before the beefalo overtake them, and they're knocked to the ground and trampled a bit, before the animals get bored and begin the walk back to their herd. Ouch. Are they okay...? (Crazyprocessedsynth) //hi!! I hope this starter's ok,, ik we've never talked I have rly bad anxiety ;v; but I'm trying again to get this blog going dhsifjsjf I hope you're doing well!!

Wilson had just been meandering looking for a rock field. Very skilfully, completely randomly avoiding walking towards the area he last saw a beefalo herd. Like the proper scaredy cat he knows he is.

Which meant he noticed the unexpected running robot with a bunch of beefalo following. Mostly by the noisiness of it. His pointy ears aren’t for show, after all. So he halts his walking to look they way he heard it, watching as the beefalo leave their target. Startled by the fallen survivor, Wilson ran over to see if they were alright. The very-not-fleshiness of them was freaky, but he’s seen weirder living creatures. They talked so they must be friendly since they’re on the surface.

“Are you still alive?” He asked, poking the fallen person. Wilson already knew they weren’t ‘okay’.

[werewolfscientist]

“Ah, that makes sense.” Wilson nodded to themselves. They glanced around their camp before looking back to Wes., “We could do that come morning, if you’d like? There isn’t much going on anyway.”

Wes had ventured out too late in the day and wound up lost at night. His torch was just about to burn out when he wandered across a stranger's camp. Was anyone here? (~Shadow-Mime)

Normally this camp would be surrounded by a bunch of trees, encircling it and keeping it hard to spot. But, Wes happened to find it with mostly stumps or itty-bitty-just-planted saplings. They could see it clearly, which looks kinda small and like it was missing things... Or the owner just didn’t try to make a lot of things.

Just a lit firepit, a crockpot that looked recently used, two chests at a distance, and both a science machine and an alchemy machine for some reason. Oddly, there was no evidence of any farming unless berry bushes count.

It seemed like there was no one when Wes first came across it, but that changed when someone did walk towards the dying fire. They were just accidentally hidden by the few fully grown trees. In their hands was a gold axe, which they set down so they could take wood from their pockets to throw in the fire.

It wasn’t a new nor full moon, after all.

[werewolfscientist]

Wilson guesses what they said wasn’t appropriate and decides to not try again. So instead they’ll frown and focus on finishing their food. He’ll wait until they’re both done to ask, “So... What do you need from the smelly pig king?”

Wes had ventured out too late in the day and wound up lost at night. His torch was just about to burn out when he wandered across a stranger's camp. Was anyone here? (~Shadow-Mime)

Normally this camp would be surrounded by a bunch of trees, encircling it and keeping it hard to spot. But, Wes happened to find it with mostly stumps or itty-bitty-just-planted saplings. They could see it clearly, which looks kinda small and like it was missing things... Or the owner just didn’t try to make a lot of things.

Just a lit firepit, a crockpot that looked recently used, two chests at a distance, and both a science machine and an alchemy machine for some reason. Oddly, there was no evidence of any farming unless berry bushes count.

It seemed like there was no one when Wes first came across it, but that changed when someone did walk towards the dying fire. They were just accidentally hidden by the few fully grown trees. In their hands was a gold axe, which they set down so they could take wood from their pockets to throw in the fire.

It wasn’t a new nor full moon, after all.

[werewolfscientist]

“To give you this stuff?” Wilson says with just as much question as the one he’s answering. He wouldn’t gain much by killing the other. Unless guilty is suddenly really valuable. He lets them take the screwdriver and waits for the other to do whatever they need to.

“I was just wondering. You mustn’t’ve yet, then? By ‘runs’, that’s what I mean. I’ve died many times, to many things. Sadly it’s something that happens here.”

Loud, monotone screaming. The thundering of hooves. Seems someone's learned an important lesson about beefalo in spring! "LEAVE ME ALONE YOU FILTHY MEAT CREATURES I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING!!" The bot half-turns and throws a stick in the general direction of the three chasing them mid-run. It isn't too long before the beefalo overtake them, and they're knocked to the ground and trampled a bit, before the animals get bored and begin the walk back to their herd. Ouch. Are they okay...? (Crazyprocessedsynth) //hi!! I hope this starter's ok,, ik we've never talked I have rly bad anxiety ;v; but I'm trying again to get this blog going dhsifjsjf I hope you're doing well!!

Wilson had just been meandering looking for a rock field. Very skilfully, completely randomly avoiding walking towards the area he last saw a beefalo herd. Like the proper scaredy cat he knows he is.

Which meant he noticed the unexpected running robot with a bunch of beefalo following. Mostly by the noisiness of it. His pointy ears aren’t for show, after all. So he halts his walking to look they way he heard it, watching as the beefalo leave their target. Startled by the fallen survivor, Wilson ran over to see if they were alright. The very-not-fleshiness of them was freaky, but he’s seen weirder living creatures. They talked so they must be friendly since they’re on the surface.

“Are you still alive?” He asked, poking the fallen person. Wilson already knew they weren’t ‘okay’.

[werewolfscientist]

Wilson apparently doesn’t have the same sort of control, popping whole nuggets dunked in the honey into his mouth like little sweets. Luckily this doesn’t backfire on him like yesterday. After a bit, he tries striking up conversation even if it might be one sided rambling, “You look very colourful for someone here. I don’t think I’ve seen many who have a costume on right before they get here. And then get stuck in it forever.”

Wes had ventured out too late in the day and wound up lost at night. His torch was just about to burn out when he wandered across a stranger's camp. Was anyone here? (~Shadow-Mime)

Normally this camp would be surrounded by a bunch of trees, encircling it and keeping it hard to spot. But, Wes happened to find it with mostly stumps or itty-bitty-just-planted saplings. They could see it clearly, which looks kinda small and like it was missing things... Or the owner just didn’t try to make a lot of things.

Just a lit firepit, a crockpot that looked recently used, two chests at a distance, and both a science machine and an alchemy machine for some reason. Oddly, there was no evidence of any farming unless berry bushes count.

It seemed like there was no one when Wes first came across it, but that changed when someone did walk towards the dying fire. They were just accidentally hidden by the few fully grown trees. In their hands was a gold axe, which they set down so they could take wood from their pockets to throw in the fire.

It wasn’t a new nor full moon, after all.

[werewolfscientist]

Wilson looked at them oddly. He wasn’t sure what they meant. Tallbirds, the deerclops, runs, the trees... He thinks over what he’s said, mumbling vaguely similar repeats under his breath— “Oh!”

He’s remembered, WX said they’ve been here only one season. They don’t know anything of what he’s talking about. Walking over to offer some healing salve and a screwdriver, he starts with, “Have you died before?”

Loud, monotone screaming. The thundering of hooves. Seems someone's learned an important lesson about beefalo in spring! "LEAVE ME ALONE YOU FILTHY MEAT CREATURES I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING!!" The bot half-turns and throws a stick in the general direction of the three chasing them mid-run. It isn't too long before the beefalo overtake them, and they're knocked to the ground and trampled a bit, before the animals get bored and begin the walk back to their herd. Ouch. Are they okay...? (Crazyprocessedsynth) //hi!! I hope this starter's ok,, ik we've never talked I have rly bad anxiety ;v; but I'm trying again to get this blog going dhsifjsjf I hope you're doing well!!

Wilson had just been meandering looking for a rock field. Very skilfully, completely randomly avoiding walking towards the area he last saw a beefalo herd. Like the proper scaredy cat he knows he is.

Which meant he noticed the unexpected running robot with a bunch of beefalo following. Mostly by the noisiness of it. His pointy ears aren’t for show, after all. So he halts his walking to look they way he heard it, watching as the beefalo leave their target. Startled by the fallen survivor, Wilson ran over to see if they were alright. The very-not-fleshiness of them was freaky, but he’s seen weirder living creatures. They talked so they must be friendly since they’re on the surface.

“Are you still alive?” He asked, poking the fallen person. Wilson already knew they weren’t ‘okay’.

[werewolfscientist]

Wilson assumes they know what he means by tallbirds. It’s not exactly a secret name. “Yes. Strangely, I didn’t see it last season, or in quite a bit of runs... Not sure why.”

Loud, monotone screaming. The thundering of hooves. Seems someone's learned an important lesson about beefalo in spring! "LEAVE ME ALONE YOU FILTHY MEAT CREATURES I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING!!" The bot half-turns and throws a stick in the general direction of the three chasing them mid-run. It isn't too long before the beefalo overtake them, and they're knocked to the ground and trampled a bit, before the animals get bored and begin the walk back to their herd. Ouch. Are they okay...? (Crazyprocessedsynth) //hi!! I hope this starter's ok,, ik we've never talked I have rly bad anxiety ;v; but I'm trying again to get this blog going dhsifjsjf I hope you're doing well!!

Wilson had just been meandering looking for a rock field. Very skilfully, completely randomly avoiding walking towards the area he last saw a beefalo herd. Like the proper scaredy cat he knows he is.

Which meant he noticed the unexpected running robot with a bunch of beefalo following. Mostly by the noisiness of it. His pointy ears aren’t for show, after all. So he halts his walking to look they way he heard it, watching as the beefalo leave their target. Startled by the fallen survivor, Wilson ran over to see if they were alright. The very-not-fleshiness of them was freaky, but he’s seen weirder living creatures. They talked so they must be friendly since they’re on the surface.

“Are you still alive?” He asked, poking the fallen person. Wilson already knew they weren’t ‘okay’.