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Oh actually please do get started on Wilson and the whole "desire for human connection" thing from that Maxwell ask, I would like to hear it (if you want to of course)

smiles at you sneetly

so my interpretation of wilson was a massive hermit before DST, and DS worsened it to quite an extent (i mean, just look at the examination lines for everything that was ported from base DS to DST like the saplings. he's so mean). he used to be a pretty cruel guy, leaning towards the darker side of the morally grey compass.

but now, he has that human connection. he has the companionship that maxwell can have, but doesn't. and due to a few things (autism, resocializing, general awkwardness), he's not even sure what to do with it.

he's not quite at the point where he feels he's earned respect in terms of as a person. not truly, anyway. having human interaction after god knows how long can change a bitter, pessimistic, pathetic little man struggling for any semblance of control. it can bring out the kind, well-intentioned gentleman that he always was, but was buried underneath mountains of cynicism and dread and hopelessness.

the reason i think this is tragic is not only does wilson not realize how much he's grown, so he still doesn't register why he's suddenly decently liked, but because he absolutely had the formula to turn out like maxwell, and didn't. he doesn't know how fucking close he was to being beyond saving. and all the difference came in the fact that he was willing to put aside his pride and take the hand offered to him.

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"I HOLD MYSELF IN CONTEMPT-"

Whos making more Wilson art based on just the vibes of a Will Wood song? Couldnt be me. Didn't came out as planned but I needer to get it out of mi head.

I finally finished uploading the stuff I did compulsively, now I will try to keep it up without ruining my sleep schedule, school semester, and social life... (possibly)

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oddly interested in his hat

drawn for klei art stream

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Some wholesome father-daughter moment I imagine a time ago, a.k.a Wilson not hating parties cuz he gets to dance with his girl and Wendy not feeling apathetic cuz how silly her substitute dad is. Unlikely, but I found it soft enough.

I leave the sketch here cuz I'm yet to find a painting style that I like...

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Audio is from here.

My first animatic? Have some Triumphant Willowson Angst. I strained my hand working on this and I am not sorry.

Don’t worry, she lives.

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Some Thoughts on the Cyclum...

This is a Wilson/Maxwell ship post, aiming to compile some character and relationship analyses I’ve written on Weibo. Well... Most of it is based on in-game lore and quotes, so I’ll probably organize and post it all here gradually!

First, let’s talk about the dynamic shift in their power balance. When I first got into the fandom and was randomly scrolling through posts, I stumbled upon a blogger’s comparison between another ship I’d previously liked and Wilson/Maxwell (okay that's kylux in SW ). They mentioned that while the former pair went from equals to an unequal relationship, whereas Wilson/Maxwell features two inherently unequal individuals whom Wilson single-handedly dragged into equality. This "equality" wasn’t achieved through Wilson rising to Maxwell’s level in Adventure Mode, but rather through the fact that when Maxwell returned to the Constant as a mortal, Wilson—who already had a camp and resources at that point—could have chosen to become the dominant party, yet deliberately didn’t. Instead, he placed Maxwell on equal footing with himself.

Most relationships like this end up with a reversal of roles—the former superior becomes the inferior, and vice versa, cycling endlessly. Even Maxwell himself, upon entering Wilson��s camp, initially assumed a submissive position, almost resigning himself to Wilson’s whims (after all, he’d just been pinned down and beaten up. By the time Wilson finished adding fuel to the fire and turned around, Maxwell was still standing there. Normally, even animals would flee after being hit once, let alone when facing someone you’ve deeply wronged. Logically, Maxwell could’ve expected further beatings—or even being killed—after the fire was stoked. Yet when Wilson turned back, Maxwell just stood there, accepting whatever action Wilson might take against him).

Later, when the two of them sat silently facing each other by the campfire, Maxwell kept shrinking into himself with his head bowed. It was Wilson who broke the ice first—passing him a meat skewer and starting the conversation—otherwise Maxwell would have remained completely still and silent.

Objectively speaking, Maxwell was just a weak destitute old drifter at this point, while all the camp's supplies—food, drink, everything—belonged to Wilson. By all rights, Wilson had every justification to treat Maxwell however he pleased. Yet he chose not to seek revenge or relegate him to an inferior position, instead consciously treating him as an equal. That’s truly remarkable… To put it simply: "After defeating you, I could have chosen to dominate you—but instead, I chose to pull you up to stand beside me as an equal." That’s why Maxwell could afford to be so unrestrained around Wilson. (Compare this to Charlie, who openly resents and blames him—around her, Maxwell is visibly guilty, ashamed, and even submissive to the point of resignation… Though, of course, Charlie is also exceptionally special to him.)

Maxwell has always been the type to gauge people’s moods and adapt accordingly. Around Charlie, his vulnerability and passivity are laid bare. Around the other survivors—who have mostly accepted him but still regard him with some wariness and distrust (and who never saw his throne-side persona)—he instinctively slips back into acting like his Adventure Mode self or the "big bad villain" they expect him to be. This distinction is quite obvious: some of his in-game quotes clearly sound like performative, exaggerated versions of his old "evil mastermind" persona (the kind he’d put on when others are around), while others carry a deeply depressive, self-loathing tone (likely muttered to himself when alone).

That said, he does make an effort to be more polite and measured around the group. He tolerates teasing without snapping back (which, given his ego, is downright pitiful) and grumbles through chores but does them anyway. But with Wilson—who has witnessed both his most vicious, terrifying side and his most pitiful, vulnerable moments, yet chooses to let bygones be bygones, indulges him, and keeps roughhousing with him as usual—well… "Let Wilson do it." Spoiled Maxwell to the max. It's the epitome of a cat becoming utterly comfortable after being thoroughly domesticated. You could say Maxwell's ability to banter with Wilson, tease him, even complain about him—it's all Wilson's doing, a product of his pampering. But precisely because of this, Maxwell can interact with him without any reservations.

(There's another particularly adorable detail—Wilson and Webber are the only two who never actually bring up Maxwell's past misdeeds. That's also worth analyzing, maybe in the next post?!)

Second, although the Cyclum is primarily explored from Maxwell's perspective, Wilson's reactions also reveal a lot about his attitude toward [seeing Maxwell alive again after believing him dead].

First, there’s the way he throws aside his axe and resorts to fists—almost like, "I may still resent you, but I won’t kill you. A beating will suffice." Then there’s the infamous moment (though it’s been analyzed to death, it’s just too good to ignore) where Wilson eats a plain carrot while giving Maxwell the meat skewer.  Here’s this man, rationing himself to basic veggies, yet offering real sustenance to the very person who ruined his life—now a ragged, starving shadow of his former self. It's his way of silently communicating: "I'm willing to take you in for now, and I'll provide for you too." No words needed, yet the message couldn't be clearer.

And then there’s Wilson’s choice of conversation starter to break the awkward silence: the fact that he thought Maxwell was dead.

Honestly, Wilson’s choice of topic is profoundly telling. What exactly was Maxwell to him at this point?

The liar who tricked him into this wilderness. The enemy who killed him repeatedly, only to reappear and mock him. The demon who rendered all his struggles and attempts futile. The man who taunted him with visions of gruesome deaths and throne-bound despair—yet now stood before him, alive again.

And yet, Wilson’s first words carried no accusations. No recriminations for how Maxwell had deceived or tormented him. Instead, he opened with a meat skewer—a silent peace offering—and then chose to say: "I thought you were dead."

This topic is truly ingenious—perhaps even the only one that wouldn't make Maxwell feel awkward or guilty, while still prompting him to voluntarily speak up and explain himself, thereby breaking their stalemate. Especially for someone like Wilson—a logically-minded individual prone to getting lost in his own thoughts—to have come up with this particular subject is nothing short of remarkably considerate, emotionally intelligent, and even awe-inspiring in his mental fortitude to set aside their past grievances so quickly and consider things from the other's perspective… Upon closer reflection, this is exquisitely satisfying—Wilson is truly exceptional, genuinely making earnest efforts to guide Maxwell toward opening up and interacting with him naturally. And if we take another perspective—considering how Maxwell's horrific, ash-scattering death must have deeply impacted Wilson—it's equally delicious… More than anything else, what matters is your death. I have so many questions I want to demand answers for, so many explanations I need from you—but you were dead. From that moment on, this became the first thing I wanted to ask."

At this point I want to discuss how Maxwell's death on the throne affected Wilson. First, Wilson's emotions when finally reaching the throne room must have been incredibly complex… Players can easily empathize with Wilson's perspective - after dying countless times, suffering repeated failures, and struggling desperately to push forward, all driven by the need for some kind of resolution. Whether it was finding a way home or beating up the old man responsible, he needed closure. But when he finally faced Maxwell, all he saw was a ragged, emaciated old man chained and tortured. No way home, no possibility of beating up this pitiful old man - for this version of Maxwell, even death would be a release.

No matter what bizarre method Wilson tried to kill Maxwell, it would fail. Maxwell would say it's useless, he's tried them all - he'd attempted every possible strange method to die, that's how desperately he wanted it. And at this point Wilson finally realizes they're both just pawns being played with, both victims… But for Wilson who had persevered with such conviction, this outcome was truly unacceptable.

I think Maxwell probably didn't know what would happen when Wilson inserted the detector - otherwise he wouldn't have initially smiled upon being freed before looking in horror as his body disintegrated… For Maxwell, death was probably just an instant thing, a form of release. And since he returned to the Constant afterward, he likely didn't dwell much on his own death.

But for Wilson who witnessed Maxwell die before his eyes, it was completely different. Before choosing compassion, he must have wrestled with it internally. But the moment he inserted the detector, Maxwell disintegrated before him, dying in that horrifying manner… Single-player gamers will understand the profoundly lonely, desolate atmosphere of the Don't Starve. Before this, even though Maxwell was the one who'd trapped him in this situation, he was still the only person Wilson could talk to in this world. And now this sole person he could communicate with had died because of his compassion. In his shock, thoughts like "does this mean I killed him?" might have flashed through Wilson's mind - only to be pulled onto the throne himself the next second… It's truly despair-inducing. Even after returning to the Constant, that scene would keep replaying in his mind. So when he eventually encountered Maxwell again - discovering he wasn't dead after all, but instead hiding pathetically in the bushes spying on his camp - while annoyed and exasperated, he must have also felt some relief... Well, nothing to do but beat him up and then give him a meat skewer, I guess. (But much later, when seeing Maxwell near death again, that image of him turning to ash would inevitably resurface, which must have been quite traumatic for Wilson.)

Yet the immediate consequence of Wilson's momentary indulgence was this cat immediately getting bold enough to snatch Wilson's blueprints to look at (I can't even - gonna save this for the next post lol).

Alright, but finally I still want to marvel at how Wilson could pin Maxwell to the ground with one hand while still turning back to tend the fire - Maxwell is just so physically weak, completely incapable of resisting! The Cyclum similarly shows Maxwell's survival skills in his own created world exist only in theory… In practice he just ends up fleeing in disgrace, with his natural sanity restoration still nearly getting him killed by shadow creatures while Wilson had already built a small base by then.

When Wilson and Maxwell play together online, it's kinda like the server's top player (the guy who first cleared Adventure Mode empty-handed) carrying the game's designer who doesn't actually play games… just look at Wilson's situation when he first entered the Constant! Alone with no help or rescue, struggling to survive in the wilderness where everything had to be learned through personal experience, each lesson paid for with multiple deaths. Meanwhile Maxwell immediately meets Wilson upon arrival - gets taken in, receives food, shelter, company, someone to bicker with and teach him how to survive. It's like being a newbie who gets carried by a pro from the start, avoiding so much suffering (.) Can't be helped since Maxwell is the type of creature who'd cut his hand picking up a flint - can't really expect him to actually survive. Viewing their relationship as a human keeping a cat explains everything perfectly.

Finally, I want to say—the equality between Wilson and Maxwell is the best kind. And usually, it's Wilson who drags the high-and-mighty old man down, then turns around and offers him respect and compassion, achieving a mutual ease and lack of restraint between them... Wilson has his overly rational side, his cruel side, his indifferent side, his empathy-deficient side. Yet when facing Maxwell—his defeated rival, the mastermind behind it all—he chose compassion twice, treating him with his most human side. At the very least, to Maxwell, Wilson is a true gentleman.

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Expect the next hound wave to be your last, William “Maxwell” Carter.

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He'd be roasting his height his beard and his smell and all I could hear is the fucking vine boom sound

Hey Maxwell. Were you scared when Wilson kept going in your Adventure Game, until he eventually reached you at the throne?

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old art since I havent drawn them in years but I think of them often

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ahh sketches doodles something something ive reached the point were I've made so much content of a single fandom/character I can´t remember what I already posted and what not

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happy trans visibility day

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Ugly ahh sketch I made based on fischotterkunst's "A Merry Melody" cuz I found it extremely sweet and and and and /sobs

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so, uh, I LOVE THIS

you are just meat.

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A part of me just likes to make gorey, bloody... meaty art? with Wilson? for some reason? he just activates the something in my brain. I have more sketches with cannibalism (implied at best) so is as good moment as any other to remind you, I like to make this sort of art as much as I like to make fluff, soft things.... yeah...

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yet again, (implied?) Cannibal Wilson

I planned on upload this alongside some other related (gorey) stuff, but I don't think I'll work on those at the moment, I have others ideas and suggestions huehuehue

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The Seamstress

"The daughter of a mob boss does have it’s perks on some things. But sometimes you find yourself in the wrong place at the wrong time."

She/Her Age: 18 Birthday: March 18th Favourite food: Plain Omelette

Health: 120 Hunger: 150 Sanity: 120

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Her life was pretty quiet from the start. Taken care of by nannies she was often left to her own devices and hobbies, never really going outside or interacting with others. The older she got the less she was allowed to go outside by her father for her ‘safety.’

Being the daughter of a mob boss it was obvious as to why. Yet it didn't seem to bother her as she stayed in and continued to teach herself sewing, piano, painting and any other thing she thought of.

That was until a quiet summer night was interrupted.

One of her fathers 'employees’ , a banker she had met many times before, had visited for business discussion. From upstairs she heard her fathers bellowing voice before it was silenced by a gunshot. Running out she saw her father leaving his office, completely fine and unharmed. She felt a lump in her throat as she sneaked past her father to see what had happened in his office, expecting to see the worse of the banker. But to her surprise found none. Only a busted old radio her father brought home many years ago, now with a bullet hole. She heard her father in the hall on the phone, talking about how the banker had just ‘been pulled outta nowhere!’

That phrasing didn't make sense until she picked up the radio herself and shadowed claws grabbed her. She truly was never meant to end up in the Constant.

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↳ Her sewing is like no other

When she repairs clothing it adds extra durability, possibly even other perks

↳ Itchy!

Has never been bitten by a bug. Mosquitoes do more damage and take a bit of insanity with it.

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-SUPER shy, tries to stay out of the way.

-Wheatley and her treat each other like siblings. She sees herself as like a little sister and he sees himself as both a big brother and someone who needs to get her back home to his boss if he doesnt want to die for real this time.

-Often sews stuffed animals for the children.