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#Lillian Weaver
zombinary · 1 month
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copy cat
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paradise-frosh · 4 months
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Hello everyone I haven’t seen you in a year (pun Intended) For my new year’s resolution I plan on Drawing more Often to Improve my art way Faster than last year, here’s some Lillian Doodles I made in Between 2023/2024
I Remember in like 2018 I used to draw Lillian a lot cause I Loved her design, Danm How Time Flys 😔
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wickkidsau · 27 days
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Guys... I know this is supposed to be a redesign BUT I THINK I CHANGED HER A BIT TOO MUCH LIKE OH NO, also for anyone wondering the reason lillian has drippy skin is bc when you need to put the buket to the correct spot in no way out and the spot is a well and lillian sings the song jack and Jill so in my au she drowns also I got this idea from a video abt an analysis from the yt SHB and that's how I got all the characters deaths anyways enjoy
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zazakisan · 2 months
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Sanriocore Wick !! 🕯️
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natwitharat · 6 months
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Wick Animation Dump, part 5: Lillian
These are animations I ripped from Wick's game files. Enjoy!
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lillian_sit_03_out
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lillian_walk_backwards
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squidsandlanterns · 12 days
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A Rotten Wick in a Melting Candle 🕯️
Tw: Mentions of Burning, Character Death.
Mary didn't know how long she was awake for. How long she had been praying for. The candle had been burning for a long time, the light it produced dimming away as the wick became less and less, just as her soul was. She looked out of her bedroom window into the woods below, hoping for a sign. That they'd come back. But she knew. Oh she knew. After all, she killed them.
She obeyed him. She listened to his words, his teachings. Every Sunday, like clockwork she'd be up for church, taking her three children and left the house without her husband.
Her Husband.
Her now dead husband. Her husband who after leaving a rather harsh taped message on a recorder hung himself. Leaving just her and Benjamin.
Her only child that was alive. Her boy.
Last she checked he was in his room sleeping, yet he didn't snore this time. She noticed that he didn't even lay his cross on his table, instead huddled it to his chest, muttering away what the Lord only knows.
A harsh wind suddenly invaded her room and blew out her candle, instantly shrouding the room in darkness. She helped as she heard a crash next to her, whirling around in fear, her eyes darting around the room as she tried to she what fell.
She heard her door open.
Her eyes snapped to the direction of the door, her breathing becoming laboured and coming out in sharp gasps as her body trembled, the sense of absolute dread came upon her. She knew it. She knew they'd come for her. They'd kill her just the way she killed them. They'd strangle her as she tried to claw from their grasp as her pleas fell on deaf—
The door suddenly stopped, it's creaking coming to a halt. No one was behind the door.
Instead, her lantern rolled into her room. A voice whispers to her.
"Lillian?"
There was no answer.
A loud crash could be heard. The windows flew open as a strong wind blew in, adding more chills to her shivering from.
"Ladybug, Ladybug fly way home,"
"Your house is on fire and your children are GONE!"
Then she smelt it.
She saw the smoke. The orange flames. Rising high in a circular form, lashing out at her, scorching her.
She saw there was NO WAY OUT.
She screamed, she cried, she even searched for her last child, her last shard of hope.
But no, he was gone, with his cross and his Bible. His window open, his candle blown out.
They took him.
She was left to burn, left to die. The fire burned her melted her skin, peeling and curling it like candle wax. Her skin tore from her bones, dripping to the floor and drying fast. It was agonizing, so painful. She ran around the house, screaming until she couldn't anymore, she tried to claw at the floor but how could she when her fingers were no more? When all it did was stick to her skin and dry?
And with a final scream, Mary accepted it. Mary accepted her death, as she kneeled, in one last and final prayer of repentance.
For the wages of sin is death, is it not?
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Uhhh....have this funny and horribly written little draft I had.....!
I was gonna add more.....but I don't think it'll be good...
But have a piece of an AU I've been trying to cook up outta my head....whew-
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davisontwins09 · 4 months
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Im thinking of turning this account into a ask blog for my wick ocs^^!
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chronicalchaos · 11 months
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Wick Peculiarity AU - Prey and Predator
Welp, this is quite long, i guess. @mossyscavern did a wonderful skit from the old version of this AU, and now I'm finally writing something about it, enjoy!
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"We have to leave" Tom hurried them in a whisper, Sam held Lillian's hand as all the children gathered in the hall, watching as Duncan taps his foot anxiously and Travis yawns, adjusting his cracked glasses. He could hear the commotion downstairs, it sounded like a not so friendly conversation between John and other two people.
"What? I don't want to leave!" Caleb whispered back, starting to follow Tom as he heads to the stairs. But, before he could even reach the middle of the hall, he stopped, putting his hand in front of Caleb and grasping tight on his shotgun's strap.
"Shit– everyone to the window, now!" Tom's shoulders tensed, starting to push Caleb closer to the group as he hurries closer as well. "The youngers first, quick, it won't take long until it notices us!"
Before Sam knew, Duncan had already scooped Lillian on his lap and snatched Travis's arm, dragging him with them. As Tom passes by him, Benny grabs one of the bookshelfs between a pair of doors, throwing it at the stairs, blocking the way.
"There's no way we'll be able to get down safely, it's too high!" Duncan warned, but before anyone could answer, Lillian raises her legs, her big and heavy shoes unbalancing Duncan, sending him, Lillian and Travis, from whom came a rather loud crack as he hit the frame, out the window. Caleb didn't hesitate and ran to the window, extending his arms outside, trembling as the thing screeches, attempting to clear it's path and feast on those hopeless souls.
Inhaling as deep as he can, an ear-piercing guttural scream scratched out of Tom's throat, Sam shivers as the thing screeches back, but he could swear a second screech came from somewhere out the window, Tom stepped infront of Sam, swiftly pulling his gun from his back, muffling a fairly wheezy cough before turning to Sam.
"Listen carefully, that thing is going to find a way up soon and I'll have to buy time for you" He clearly did not include himself in that sentence... Sam wanted to protest, but with the way Tom grasped on his shoulders and the distressed expression painted on his face, all he did was nod vigorously. Caleb, with Benny's help, climbs on the window and pushes himself outside, vanishing from their view. "Find the crack. Not the one we came through, the other. Get everyone to safety, I'll catch up to you later."
Benny gives one last glance to the two, finally deciding to slide out the window. Just as he vanishes, the bookshelf snaps in half, wood pieces flying everywhere. Tom pushes Sam closer to the window, pointing the gun to the stairs, just as the redhead starts to climb on the frame, his eyes lock on a horrifying vision, a shadow of long tentacle like tongues moving in the air as a slim body reveals itself projects itself on the wall and ceiling at the end of the hall.
All he heard was a gunshot, his skin burning as he slides on something that feels like gravel, and soon, he was on the ground, being lifted by Benny as another gunshot was fired and something seemed to climb on the roof.
Sam scanned their surroundings, glacing over everyone in the group, Benny now had Lillian on his arms and a rope on his shoulders, Caleb sucked an agitated worm back down his throat, Duncan was grossly attempting, and succeeding, to put Travis' broken arm back into place– He found it.
A tiny light glowing between the trees, translucent green waves whispering his name, he found the way out.
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vinehasnohopeleft · 2 years
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Got struck with a stroke of motivation at 1 in the morning so have a Lillian redesign for fun.
If I plan to go through with it, I might continue the whole ' Relight' thing.
Suffer with what I got, I might draw the others later, Tom and Benny are definitely the ones I want to do next though.
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I do have a few more ideas that I didn't write about so feel free to ask if you want those ideas-
Ignore what I wrote on the side, my dumbass wrote that without checking it-
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saturnns-star · 2 years
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Grrrr read my shitty fanfic now 👿👿👿👿
(I ONLY HAVE 3 CHAPTERS OUT RN SO DON’T EXPECT MUCH-/the introduction/setting the story chapters are very short)
(Also I apologize for you guys having to deal with my uncontrollable hyperfixations-)
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blue-the-octoling · 3 months
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Cleansing of the Weaver household
This is for everyone who wanted a Tim story. once again I am not good at writing so I’m sorry if it sucks. (Art at the end) cw description of death
“Come on! You said you’d race me!!” Caleb whines ever since Tom and their mother left Tim hasn’t left their shared room. When Caleb  banged on the door to his and Tom’s room and so rudely interrupted Tim’s reading… right when it was getting good too! “Dang it Caleb, go find someone else! I know Lillian would be happy to race you.” Tim says in his signature irritated tone that his siblings have become so accustomed to hearing. It made Caleb roll his eyes in annoyance and say with another few bangs on his brother’s door “oh come on! Lillian’s too slow! You’re the only one that can actually give’s me challenge!”
Tim groans setting his book page side down on his bed and get up not even worrying about his mask walking to the door and opens it. “Fine. I’ll race you this once.” Caleb can’t help but smile and let out a little laugh “that’s what you say every time. You’re a sore loser and you know it.” Tim lets out an over exaggerated gasp pretending to be hurt by Caleb’s teasing but knows it. He is a sore loser, “you have me all wrong!” He says in an over exaggerated prissy voice making Caleb laugh Tim soon following suit not being able to keep up this fake butt hurt act of his. His and Caleb’s laughter soon dies down and they go outside together so they can race. It’s about sundown when their mother returns Tim and Caleb thoroughly exhausted and out of breath from their many races.
When tim spots his mother he’s confused when he doesn’t see Tom… “mama, where’s Tom?” Tim asks walking up to their mother. “Where he belongs..” she simply answers before pushing past Tim and goes inside to presumably start dinner. Tim doesn’t know what she means but knows that his questions will only make her angry so he holds his tongue Caleb coming up to his side “hey… where’s Tom?”
Caleb asks being thoroughly confused himself. “I-I don’t know…” Tim says softly sounding more nervous than exhausted like before. The day goes on as normal their mother makes dinner and their father comes back from town but still no sign of Tom. “He’s… ok he probably is just out in the forest… he’ll come back for dinner…”Tim says softly sounding more nervous than exhausted like before. The day goes on as normal their mother makes dinner and their father comes back from town but still no sign of Tom. “He’s… ok he probably is just out in the forest… he’ll come back for dinner…” Tim says to himself the sun had set and the homestead was now shrouded in darkness his siblings already inside eating and he reluctantly joins them.
But an hour passes, then two, Tim goes out and looks for him against Benny’s warnings Tom comes before himself. He looked all over the homestead, staying outside for hours in search of Tom. Looking high and low checking each spot once… twice… three times over. When he returned home his sibling long since went to bed he finds his mother in their room…. She’s… SHES BURNING TOMS STUFF… “Mama! What.. what are you doing!? What happened to Tom? Where is he?” Tim yells at his mother his mother snapping back “what has to be done! If I want the lord to forgive my sins I must remove all traces of them. Cleanse them in fire. You devils will never see the light of day again and if I have to die to be forgiven then so be it.”
With that she lights the pile of Tim and Tom’s clothing, bedding and personal belongings on fire with the candle she used to light the way to her terrible mission. Tim drops to his knees finally realizing what happened to his brother, tears run down his face as he comes to terms with the fact that his bother is dead. Though it doesn’t last long as his sadness melts into pure anger as he stands to his feet, his knife now tightly clutched in his hand as he lunges at his mother, his knife plunging into her side as she’s knocked to the floor beside the pile of spreading flames. A loud shriek comes from her as she feels his knife be pulled from her flesh before harshly plunged in again, her hair and dress starting to catch ablaze, her screams continuing on and on as he stabs her not even realizing he himself is also catching ablaze. Tom was all he had… the only person who cared… not his mother nor his other siblings… “YOU WITCH. YOU DARE CALL US DEVILS WHEN YOU DO THIS  TO YOUR OWN CHILDREN…!”
He growls in pure distain and hatred, the flames spreading from his room to the rest of the house. His mother dead from blood loss he finally stops realizing his situation, the deep burning in his skin, he can barely breathe from the smoke. As the fire spreads more finally overtaking both him and the house completely. He screams with what little strength he has left clawing at his clothes, his skin, but especially his face feeling a hot liquid run out of his eye sockets. He can’t see… his lungs feel heavy and smothered and his skin feels like liquid. He can’t feel… he can’t… he passes out.
Outside Benny does a head count, one, two… Tim. Tom. They aren’t there. He holds out hope that they’re just in the woods together. For now making sure that Lillian and Caleb are ok. He couldn’t wake up their father, nor find their mother for now he only care about his siblings. Lillian stuck to his side in fear and Caleb doing the same. For now the only thing Benny can do is calm his siblings down and hold out hope that the other two are ok. 
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Tim redesign everybody! This is the second one out of the five and this is how I interpret this character in an AU me and @kiw1-qu33r have made together! Next redesign/ story: Caleb (sneak peek)
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It’s a beta design, don’t come for me because of the face I know it’s bad😭😭😭
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zombinary · 2 months
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that one game from 2015
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amistyshadow · 1 year
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Wick is a pretty underrated game in my opinion, I had so much fun making this!
I totally see Benny’s siblings using him as a huge pillow 😂
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(Forgive me Father James for I Have Sinned...)
GET WEAVERED LOL!
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(sorry for the choppiness of the editing my mouse decided to eat it after I got done with Tom🥲)
EDIT: fixed Bennys arm didn't realize til I posted that I completely chopped it off😭😭
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zazakisan · 3 months
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Lillian !!
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badmovieihave · 19 days
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Bad movie I have The Onion Field 1979
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