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Sun_in_hoodie
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A little writer, a little artist, a little sculptor. Gamer to the core. Fan of dst, genshin, minecraft
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Willow has become easier to live with the rest of the survivors and her mental state improves over time
DS and DST before the rework: Willow self-ignites due to low sanity.
DST before the skill tree upgrade: Willow no longer self-ignites due to low sanity.
DST after the upgrade: Willow has gained the ability to absorb fire.
My theory is that Willow went so crazy at the beginning of DS that for a long time she even caught fire, because fire is her way of returning to a comfortable environment where she feels safe. Fire is her friend, and that's all. He was the only one who helped her stay safe and sound for a long time.
But when she got to the survivors' camp, she was taken care of. Even from the musical, it is clear that she is tolerated and loved, that Wilson quite politely explains to her the reason for the danger of cutting trees at the moment. Willow is dangerous, she is insane, there are many sins behind her back, but despite this, the survivors are with her: they protect her, help her, feed her, etc. They are all a family together; a chain that will lose its strength without one link!
And this sense of family became therapy for her. The orphan has finally acquired some kind of parental figures who tolerate and help her.
This concern helped her to stop self-igniting, that is, to restrain her ardor and magic inside herself, without harming others. She's become more useful!
And after the upgrade, she had learned to absorb fire with her lighter. That is, she is now a very useful member of the survivors' society, because she can save the camp from the inevitable. This is excellent!
Thanks to this, we see its growth. She's still mean and tongue-in-cheek, but now she's much better and safer. She's still crazy, but not crazy enough to hurt those who don't hurt her.
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WHAT IF we make a Disney musical out of Don't Starve?
Unfortunately, we are not worthy of such a masterpiece... But we will wait for it!😭
WE NEED MAXWELL, WHO WILL MOVE HIS HIPS BACK AND FORTH😩
(And I need Winona, who doesn't understand what the f4ck is going on here and why Maxwell is acting like a teenager and why does everyone like it.)
In general, I tried to edit it. Very. And I'm laughing because of this idea😁
If you want, I will continue this column and make a couple more videos with the our survivors of the "descendants" :)
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I sewed a son for myself
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Wendy is finally here! She's sunshine, just sad.
A wonderful family, isn't it? And I want to know who I should make next
P. S. A small bonus. Made especially for my girlfriend.
#dst#handmade#dst maxwell#sculpture#wilson higgsbury#polymer clay#willson dst#maxwell carter#dst wendy#best family#still not perfect but I'm trying#i love them
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Don't ask, I was bored.
#idk what happened#dst maxwell#dst#dst wendy#Maxwell can be a good uncle#best family#I love Carters#maxwell carter#wendy carter#art
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I wouldn't come back without my gay men!!
So here you go
More clingy Maxwell cuz i feel like it fits him
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The undressing continues! It seems that the Shadows will not rest until someone is naked…
The task is more difficult! So Wilson also came to Maxwell's screams. Maybe he should join the magician's trouble too? ;)
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Wow! The former king's jacket was ripped off!
Maxwell is definitely unhappy with how rudely he is being treated ;)
upd: I am very surprised how quickly you collected likes and reposts
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Something strange is happening… And Maxwell doesn't seem to know what it is at all!
But we know! Interactive! Undressing the poor former king and magician ;)
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"𝙵𝚒𝚎𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚒𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚢... 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚎." - 𝘞𝘪𝘭𝘴𝘰𝘯 (𝘝𝘦𝘳𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘚𝘬𝘪𝘯)
I had this random urge to draw all DST’s playable characters in my favourite skin of theirs :’) And so what better way to start this than drawing the face of DS/DST, Wilson.
I hope Wilson mains will be pleased by this offering c:
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I hope you have been waiting for this post. The magician is finally here. Max isn't perfect either, but he is good and mine.
I want to say thank you to @pumpkinpieendy , she helped me a lot with her sketches. Maybe next will be Wendy.
#handmade#dst#sculpture#3d#wilson higgsbury#dst maxwell#polymer clay#chester dst#willson dst#dst glom-glom#my cuties#maxwil#maxwell carter#Chester ate the stripes on his suit
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ENG: Just yesterday I sketched out a sketch, and today it turned out to be such a miracle!! I congratulate everyone on Valentine's Day and wish everyone to find their soulmate, as these wonderful men with roses found their own in each other!❣️💋
RUS: Только вчера я набросала скетч, как сегодня уже получилось вот такое чудо!! Всех поздравляю с днём святого Валентина и желаю всем найти свою половинку, как нашли друг в друге свою эти чудесные мужчины с розами!
❤❤❤
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Hey guys, my cutie collection has been updated! First, I want to show you my beloved prince wearing a flower crown.
I also made Hutch. He's so cute and silly...
Spoiler: I started making a cute magician.
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Catch a new comic!! I've been planning it for a long time and still didn't have time. I hope you enjoy it. This comic is dedicated to my AU on role-playing game. Wilson is still a teenager there, and with his parents' permission, he was able to leave the United States and study at the university he wanted to go to. Maxwell, in turn, is a close friend of the family and took the boy under his guardianship. They went to the States together on the ship, where they live together. But life goes on and Maxwell meets Charlie. Wilson, of course, does not accept her with great warmth, but still tries to get used to her. At the same time, he realizes that he has fallen in love with our wizard, which is why Percival enters into some kind of "internal debate" in order to finally understand how he feels about Carter. The picture shows an adult version of Wilson and Maxwell, who has regained his appearance after performing with shadows
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А вот и новый комикс!! Я долго его планировала и всё не находилась времени. Надеюсь, вам понравится. Этот комикс посвящён моей ау в ролевой. Там Уилсон ещё подросток и по разрешению родителей он смог уехать с США и учиться в университете в котором хотел. Максвелл в свою очередь является близким другом семьи и взял мальчика под своё опекунство. Вместе на корабле они уехали в Штаты, где совместно проживают. Но жизнь идёт дальше и Максвелл встречает Чарли. Уилсон, конечно, принимает её не с большим теплом сно всё же старается к ней привыкнуть. Параллельно, он понимает, что влюбился в нашего волшебника из-за чего Персиваль вступает в некие "внутренние дебаты", чтобы наконец понять, что он чувствует к Картеру. На рисунке изображена уже взрослая версия Уилсона и Максвелл, вновь вернувший свой облик после выступлений с тенями
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Guys, I'm in love.
I'm not sure how long I was doing him, but it felt like forever. He's not perfect, but I'm still proud of him
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My girlfriend loves Webber, so I decided to make a little spider for her. I really liked the result. (yes, it has six legs, that's Maxwell's fault, not mine) I also made a cute shadow. My little Constant is becoming more and more alive. Now I will try to do Wilson.
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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.
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