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paradise-frosh · 4 months
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Some Tom Weaver Doodles from Wick because I missed this game so much ;-; It’s sad that there’s barely any people interested in this game nowadays but can’t help it 😔 at least I can make some Fanart for this game as my love letter to that Game and it’s characters 🩷💕
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natwitharat · 5 months
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Wick Animation Dump, part 2: Tom
These are animations I ripped from Wick's game files. Enjoy!
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blue-the-octoling · 3 months
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The end of Tom Weaver
First time posting something I’ve written, please don’t be too harsh on me if it’s bad! (Also there is a drawing at the end of this) cw description of death
“Where are we going mama?”
Tom asks in his sweet but raspy voice continuing to walk with his hand holding his mother’s. Though she doesn’t answer and continues to look forward not paying attention to him only her surroundings. The woods eventually let up becoming thinner until there’s only a few small saplings in the ground leading up to the edge of the cliff his mother has lead them too. It overlooks more of the woods that have remained untouched by man.
It’s beautiful he can understand why his mother wanted to bring him here maybe one day he could bring Tim here and show him too. He feels her harshly tug her hand away from his, it doesn’t surprise nor bother him as he’s too caught up in the view, he can’t wait to tell Tim when they get home. He sees his mother take a step back out of the corner of his eye and hears her mutter something that sounds like prayer “mama? What are you-“
He can’t finish his sentence before he feels a hand on his back accompanied by harsh powerful shove that causes him to tumble forward and over the cliff his hands helplessly reach out to try and stop himself but it doesn’t work.
He can feel tears fill his eyes as he looks down at the fast approaching rocky earth his body slowly spins forward his vision slowly goes from the rocky ground to the cliff as he looks up he can see his mother look over the edge watching him fall he can’t take it. He closes his eyes his body tensing as he braces for impact. It doesn’t help. His body hits the ground with a wet crunch legs, ankle and arm snapping upon impact his spine bends to fit the form of the rock the pain was already too much for him he lets out a blood curdling scream that gets cut short as his neck breaks from the force of the whiplash.
His scream turns into wet sounding wheezes as he struggles to breathe he try’s to move he can’t as he weakly twitches he can feel every pulse, every drip of blood that leaves his wounds, every breath he takes feels like fire, as it presses his lungs against his broken ribs. His eyes close as he passes out from the pain.
When he regrettably opens his eyes again he is once again brought back to the painful reality of his existence it was just about dark he could see the sun setting in the distance. Why… Why was this happening to him…? He could never do anything right… he was born a devil … his mother constantly preached to him and Tim how they were spawns of the devil.
Now he’ll die alone a monster… a devil… finally he try’s to make a sound. To call out. “t-Tim..! Ti… m.. Tim ple… ase… p-please… Tim..” he quietly wheeze cry’s as his heart beats weakly he uses what little strength he has left to call out to his brother. The only one who cared. Tears run down the side of his face as he takes his final breath wanting nothing more than to know his brother was near again. 
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I’m in the process of tweaking/redesigning the weaver children to be more accurate to both how they died and how I interpret them! I kept Tom pretty similar to his original design but I added more wear and tear to more accurately fit with how he died (also I think that animals got to him before he woke up as a ghost so I wanted to show that too)
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zombinary · 22 days
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that one game from 2015
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Hey Sam… how’s your afterlife with the weavers?
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squidsandlanterns · 4 months
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Wick Head Cannons for how I think the twins came to be and the shadow entity (?) probably being involved- (Actually this is just a ramble-)
Ok so.....
This is really just a thought that has been rotting and scratching in the back of my mind from a year and some months now and it's just......
So you know how most of Wick's lore is basically left up to up to interpret? Well a lot of people seem to lean into the "Mary cheated when John left for war" but..... explain when in the audio of Mary begging God to "forgive her of her sins, she was evil from the day she was born,and she hopes to be released from her sins" (that part has me questioning some things-) and the babies crying we can literally hear what seems to be a demonic growl at the end....
Now, I know that the possible theory of her cheating may be true but....what if the twins weren't of a regular father? But a demon? Like we hear in John audio when he was going to kill himself that Mary had "Invited the devil into their bed" and she blamed her problems on the church she loved so much.....
Now that may mean that
Speculation one:
Mary probably slept with a demon and in turn face birth to the twins (and they may be actual changelings), she freaks tf out, goes to the church about it (well more like the pastor) and he like "no bae I ain't fixing that shi you throw those devil spawns TF out, and get yo ass in here after and start repenting" and she may not have she keeps them, John comes home, find out his wife fr cheated and all of a sudden when he's arguing with her Tom starts crying (because the shadow entity came back for them to place a curse of sickness) and shi starts down spiraling. LIKE FAST. Benny at that time knew what was going on but not to a great extent until he died and Mary at one point use to actually care and love her children but with John probably isolating himself, the pastor pressuring her about the evil she brought into the world and the shadow entity seemingly lurking around in the forest (I think it was in one of Calebs audio John was telling him that he's not strong enough to fight of the evil in the woods or smth-) probably waiting for an opportunity to strike.And it did get one. All because of Mary. She starting neglecting her kids, probably even starved the twins and Caleb (look at them, I mean seriously why do the look so malnourished??? Even when Caleb was alive he looked like a skeleton already-). I think the only person that got a little attention was Benny (Old Man Edwards audio about Benny). So when kids started dying (She most likely killed the twins. Probably suffocated and burnt Tim (in his NWO design and mask) and for Tom it was more brutal like.... Chased her kid around, beat him and then probably shoved him off the bridge or in the well.... I'll save this for later) And when she died the pastor peiced together that "Oh fuq this placed is cursed ASF there's a demon fr fr" tries to perform an excorsim but the entity shows up and is like "Nawh today you gon die" and the cue his death by the twins....huh.....now that I think about it maybe the pastor helped Mary kill the twins-???
Uh that's it I guess, please send me your ideas on what probably went down in Wick......Jesus that was in my brain for so long....I didnt even write this properly-
Oh well-
Thank you for reading my spiral into insanity.
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zazakisan · 1 month
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Sanriocore Wick !! 🕯️
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icdrawings · 3 months
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I've recently got back into the Wick fandom
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My favorite horror game twins
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chronicalchaos · 3 months
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Against Time - Chapter 1
Clock's ticking...
Sam lights a match, looking over his shoulder as he hears footsteps from the trees, a silhouette rises, slowly walking over. Taking a step back, Sam feels his heart beating louder and louder. He had improved a lot, but he couldn't stop the rush of fear, because he knew, he knew he wasn't alone, once he stepped on this place, there was no coming back.
 The silhouette barely comes to view, hissing on an aggressive manner, it reminded Sam of Milo, his cat, everytime his mom attempted to put food on his bowl.
 In a blink of an eye, the silhouette, Tim, charges at him, Sam throws himself to the side, rolling backwards, he pulls the match closer to his chest, his knees dig onto the dirt as he slides back, hissing as his fingers touches the flame. Still with his match, he jumps back on his feet, dashing as quick as he can, heartbeats synchronizing with every step. Sam zigzags through the trees, ignoring all the branches that scratch his skin as he runs, skipping over rocks while trying desperately to keep his flame going.
 But, he didn't have time to lead him astray, as his match dissolves in a green smoke, taking the hint, Sam stops, turning swiftly and facing the ghost.
 Tim raises his hands, a breathy laugh coming from behind the mask, but Sam didn't move, neither flinched, standing bravely, as the ghost almost catched him, instead, he also turns into a green smoke. Sam takes a deep breath and let's out a big sigh, feeling his lungs empty completely, closing his eyes, Sam feels his body get cold, specially around his stomach, shivering as the wind brushes his now exposed skin.
 Once he opens his eyes again, his surroundings are covered with the green smoke, this time being very thick, he couldn't see a single thing inside it, it's a fog now... Even so, Sam walks on its direction, barely knowing where it would lead him, after all, he was completely lost before Tim had attacked him.
 "It's not pitch black this time, thank god" Sam mutters to himself, shivering with just the thought of that happening again. Sam never fully enters the green fog, as it forms a circle around him, not that it bothers him, he's been through this so many times that it almost became part of his routine. But something was different, that same silhouette rises, this time, not in an aggressive manner, Sam stops, watching as the fog slowly reveals the campfire, Tim looks over his own shoulder, his blue eyes stare at Sam, it felt...eerie, seeing him how he was back in the 1900s...when he was still alive...
 Sam could barely identify Tim's expression under the smiley mask, he keeps a good posture, hands behind his back and chin up. At Tim's side, his twin is sat, him, however, is not wearing his signature mask, it rests on his lap. Tom's face has exactly three scars, one going through his left eye, another coming from his ear to the side of his right eye and another on his lips. The flame flickering, threatening to put itself out, Tim takes note of it as he seems to stare at the flames...lost in thoughts. Sam flinches, hugging his own stomach as pain over takes it, forcing his eyes shut while trying to clench his teeth in an attempt to overshadow the pain on his spine, or rather, what remained of it, a cracking noise echos through the fog, he wasn't sure if it was coming from his own body or somewhere else, the pain didn't alloy him to think straight.
  The way he feels his lungs moving, there was no doubt, if he was alive, he would be hiperventilating. Why is it so painful?! The other times it didn't hurt as bad as it was right now. Sam starts stumbling in a random direction, coughing while his head spins uncontrollably, finally opening his eyes, just to see himself tripping on his own feet and falling face first on the grass, staining it with the remaining of his blood as it quickly escapes his guts, his vision seems to blurry as a silhouette appears in the middle of the fog, it's a bit small and quite thin, what looked like a young kid that curled up on itself, kneeling and digging it's hands on the dirt with no effort. He could feel someone tugging on his arm, attempting to pull him up, but failing miserably, the silhouette burrows itself deeper on the dirt, having it's whole arms inside the ground, it's chin brushing the grass.
"Great, mister Wisenheimer arrived" A wheezy quiet voice reaches Sam's ears, his eyes wandering to where he heard the voice coming from, there, he could see what looked like Tim, but there was blood, more blood on Tim's clothes than Sam remembered him having. Suddenly, he feels himself slipping through a forming hole under him, it didn't take long until something scooped him while slipping out of the hole, pushing Sam to be sitting up against a tree, coughing, the silhouette starts to take a clearer shape, one of a young boy, his skin seeming to decay slowly at every second that passed, Caleb stares at him, his eyes grossely starting to melt, it wasn't that he didn't feel disgusted by the scene unfolding in front of him, he just didn't feel the signature twist on his stomach.
"If only you didn't act like a little grouser for once and helped him, i wouldn't have to intervene" Caleb turns his face over Tim's direction, who takes a step closer, tilting his head slightly to the left, arms crossed and chin risen just enough to give him an arrogance aura. "Not that i wanted to be close to you in the first place...but the poor guy was in need, so i had to step in" Tim seemed to reach for something on his vest's pocket, ignoring completely what the younger boy was saying.
"Don't lie, Caleb" Tim pulls what looked like a pocket watch from his vest, opening infront of his own face, almost posing in a theatrical way "I know very well how you just want to show off how good and perfect you are, mama's not here to spoil your needy little heart" Caleb stands up from the floor, brushing the dirt off his clothes. Sam feels someone tugging on his sleeve, at his side, Tom's head is tilted on a very unnatural angle, his face kinda distorted in pain.
"Hey..." A soft, quiet, voice escapes from Tom's lips "...it's gonna be alright..." His bones crack as he untangles his broken fingers from Sam's sleeve. The redhead covers his mouth, coughing slightly before pushing himself off the ground.
"I'm fine..." Sam mumbles, feeling Tim and Caleb gazing into him, he lowers his head, slowly wrapping himself, his eyes averting to Tom as he hears cracking noises, watching as the mangled body contorts against the grass, desperately looking for some relief, if that's even possible.
Sam inhales, not really filling his lungs with air, turning on his heels and stepping away from the three of them, he is once again engulfed by the green fog, just as a thunder cracks in the distance. A storms approaching, and it looks like it's going to stay for a while.
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vincentpriceonline · 10 months
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Vincent Price as Francois Delambre in The Fly // 1958
“[Charles] Herbert puts his co-star in The Fly, Vincent Price, on his short list of grown-up actors who were considerate to kid actors on movie-TV sets.” -- From the book I Talked With A Zombie by Tom Weaver
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can you do a wick Caleb or Tom x reader headcannons pls and thanks
YES thank you that’s great actually also thank you for the idea also the reader is dead like the weavers so yeah ENJOY
Tom head cannons
. Two words touch starved
All the time the first time you hugged him he melted in your touch he loved it once you tried to hold his hand since his hands are all…..broken it’s hard but he was Soo flustered and he just held yours in all he’s touch starved
. Is a sucker for cuddles
once he was reading in the bus and you just crept behind him hugged him and got on the seat now every time your sitting in the bus he telaports behind you and just cuddles you till ya are asleep or cuddle back
.sooooo flusters because of kisses
if you kiss him with his mask on he’s a flustered little guy but will shyly ask for another
if you kiss him with out his mask he’s so flustered his face turners red but will give you a kiss to so win win
if you ever ever kiss him on the lips he will be so flustered he cant talk at all but he will kiss back a bit
.if you kill somebody during a game of wick
he is other the moon in happiness and littarly shows you with affection after
in all he loves your affection and will do anything for it he’s actually a sweetheart
also Tim thinks your nice just don’t break toms heart or you’ll die Again but you and him are on good terms
a/n this was fun hope you enjoyed it
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we reprise our role as strangers
we'd rehearse small resentments when in isolation
then choke on the words when reciting our lines
never perceptive to our situation
the same melancholia every night
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amistyshadow · 11 months
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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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kiki-mimi222222222 · 10 months
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- Okay, Tim, let’s do not anything stupid… Just go with me into the church, so Pastor could help you. It’s not you (and I mean Tom as well), and we need to fix it, or else…
(A Wick community’s headcanon, that twins were possessed (maybe not, just Pastor gone nutty 🤪) by devil, Tim set the house with Mary on fire (because she abused them), and Benny, being religious, tried to do something with that. Also my headcanon, that twins were born from the cheating, that’s why Mary cried to god about her “sin”, while two babies screamed)
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davisontwins09 · 3 months
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Im thinking of turning this account into a ask blog for my wick ocs^^!
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