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mossyscavern · 19 days
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Something else
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It is a warm night in mount Todd.
Not uncomfortable warm and definitely not comfortable warm either, just… warm and nothing else. Sam was sketching in his sketchbook before being greeted by Benny from the bus’s doorway. “Heya-… did you call me Samuel?”
Sam asked, arching his brow at the sleepy ghost. “Yeah? Isn’t that what your full name is?” He wondered, not expecting Sam to look offended and confused at the same time. “Actually Sam is short for… something else.”
— flashback—
“Sam! Have you seen my tool box?” Sam heard as he came home from school. “Have you checked the tool shed?” Sam asked. “Yep! Not there.” He told him, just as he placed the bag on the hook his dad called again.
“Samhain, Dekota parr where is your sister?!” He said, Sam groaned at his full name being used. “Did you have to use my full name?!” Sam asked annoyed. “Yes, cause that’s the name you’ve been given!” He yelled back.
“Why name me after a Halloween spirit from comic books and a movie?!” Sam asked definitely deciding to change his name when he turns 20.
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“Ah, can I know so I don’t be disrespectful?” Benny asked, Sam’s eyes widened and yelled. “No!! *cough* … sorry, I-i don’t like full names that much.” He told him, which was half true.
“Oh… my apologies I-.” “It’s ok, you didn’t know… what’s up?” Sam says cutting Benny off mid sentence. “Ah well, Lilian made up a drawing game if you wanna join in, is that ok?” Benny asked, not wanting to upset the redhead any further.
“Sure, I’m game.” He says, putting his sketchbook back in his bag and placing it below to the driver seat where he always placed it.
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… just note, this is a short joke story not an actual thing.
I don’t really know what else to do I-i was board and I didn’t know what else to do… so I just went with this.
… and yes he was named after the Halloween spirit for this joke… cause why not?
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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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kiki-mimi222222222 · 11 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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vinehasnohopeleft · 2 years
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A role swap au! Because I am really unmotivated to do literally anything else and try to research stuff for aus.
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"Are you sure this is the spot?" Benny asked "this is an old camp site."
The place he was talking about was, indeed, an old summer camp. Names were graffitied on the old rotten walks, spiderwebs hung on corners, and an old fence was seen in the distance.
"This isn't the exact place, but it's close." Tim replied as he looked at the map in his hands and gestured Benny to take a look. "That area is where we need to go." He pointed to a closed off area in the map, which was the old fence Benny saw earlier.
Benny didn't like this idea much; not because he was responsible for whatever happened to Tim, but the fact that the area that the other wanted to go into was claimed to be haunted by some ghosts. He looked at Tim then back at the map, tempted on grabbing it and ripping it to shreds.
"This camp is lame." Caleb groaned in annoyance.
"You were the one who insisted on coming along!" Tim said.
"I thought there would be actual ghosts, Tim." Caleb replied.
"Then maybe you should've stayed back at camp." Tim mumbled.
Benny sighed before looking up at the summer camp again then at the old fence he was a bit ago... A small flicker of light?
"H-How about tomorrow night we come back?" Benny said glancing away from the small light and to Tim and Caleb, who both gave him a confused look. "Didn't Tom say that the game, Wick or whatever it's called, can only be played on full moons, yes?"
"I suppose you're right." Tim said as he thought aloud before folding up the map and placing it in the backpack by his feet.
"Race you back to camp!" Caleb quickly called out as he hopped off the porch of one of the camp cabins and started to run along the path.
"Wha- hey! Cheater!" Tim called out, leaving the backpack on the ground to chase after Caleb.
Which left Benny alone.
Benny sighed as he grabbed the backpack and put it on before looking back at the fenced off property and the flame was still there and... Was the light always green?
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rina-inab · 2 years
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Old genderbender wick doodels
I thought i've posted it. But arparently i didn't
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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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stuarts-randomplace · 2 years
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hehe here some drawings of the ghost kids
and in black and white because I love it
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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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emmedoesntdomath · 10 months
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if we are ever listening to a musical, PLEASE know that I am having the time of my life- but also, I am imagining ways I could make it gayer. like, I love the original, don’t get me wrong. but gimme a masc lesbian benny who’s in love with her boss’ femme daughter, nina. give me an awkward nb emmett forrest who is tripping head over heels for this young, blonde lawyer who doesn’t even realize how many stereotypes she’s defying. show us an elphaba and glinda who are allowed to be more than just roommates. newsies who are able to be ✨newsies✨.  it doesn’t seem that hard. 
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Jane: I have an angel on my left shoulder telling me to do good. And I have a devil on my right shoulder telling me to do bad. And I have a rat on my head teaching me to cook. :B
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mossyscavern · 3 months
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Old language habits.
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Sam felt lighter then air this evening.
Waking up to the smell of burning candles is something he’ll have to get used to, but he doesn’t really care about that right now.
He sat up from the ground he was sleeping on and yawned, stretched his limbs and stood up before starting to climb out from the well his restless spirit rests until nightfall.
By the time he got out of the dried up well he immediately went to the unmarked grave yard to say hello to the only people he can talk to. The weavers siblings.
At first he didn’t think he’d ever get used to them, but after some months? He did and it didn’t seem that bad anymore. When he saw the siblings chatting away about who knows what, he greeted them like he normally does… except-.
“Buenos dias-.”
He says before slapping his hand against his mouth. Each weaver turned towards Sam with either a confused look or a shocked expression on their face. Sam gulped, chuckling a bit as he played it off as it was nothing.
“S-sorry, force of habit.” Was all he said before dashing out of there like he was being chased all over again, minus the candle… and being alive.
By the time he went back into the well, he was frantically panicking. ‘What the hell was that?!’ He thought, panicking and pacing all over again. Sometimes he wished he’d never speak his familial language.
But it’s a language he grew up with because of his abuela… and he just said ‘good morning’ in Spanish in front of 5 siblings from the 1920’s. ‘Why! Why! Why!!’ He thought, pacing around in a circle. “Why the hell did I let it slip!”
And just like that, he decided to try not to speak his native tongue…
Easier said then done when you’re frustrated. “¿Cómo es el amigo de este Duncan?” Sam wondered, mumbling to himself while shaking his head. “What?” Sam’s eyes widened at the response.
He slowly turned his head to see Tom, tilting his head to the side. “N-nothing! Just talking to myself.” He stammered, hoping he doesn’t need to explain what he said. “Oh, ok then…” Tom said, turning away from the redhead.
When Sam was about to do the same, Travis said something… and Sam just snapped.
“To be honest, summoning you five was the best thing to ever happen before dying.” “¡¿Él hizo qué?! ¡¿Este idiota hizo qué?!”
Sam yelled, completely ignoring his own English dialect. “¡¿que estabas pensando, Meterme con los no-muertos?! ¡¿De verdad?!” He yelled at Travis, completely upset that Travis messed with something he shouldn’t have.
And with every word Sam says in his grandmother’s native tongue, Travis looks more nervous as he backs away into the old couch. After a few swears at Travis and calling him an idiot Sam took a deep breath and left.
“I Really need some space.” Sam said, slipping back into English and walked off, leaving the weavers confused and Travis shaking.
‘… slipped in my grandma’s language again.’ He thought, mentally face palm at himself for doing that. ‘Welp, now they know… fantastic.’
He sighs, climbing back down the well, he doesn’t know how long he’ll be down there for.. but he knows it’s for a long long time. He stretched his limbs and yawned. ‘Wow, yelling in my family’s language took a lot out of me.’
He thought to himself as he lay down and let sleep over-came him.
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I was actually planning this before hand..
but was a little nervous because I didn’t know much about Spanish… only the easy ones I’ve known from watching Dora, some things I learned from fanfic where a character speaks Spanish… most of it was also google translate-.
Then I got inspired by a post made by @lorinstella who talk about how the weaver fandom didn’t really have an ethnic, racial… nationality and some representation so… I thought I’d finally post this after so long…
(I don’t think I did the language justice.)
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luckytealover · 9 months
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Nobody wants to talk about THIS?
Because, seriously? did we finally live to see it?
(the picture is not mine, a friend of my friend sent it to her, and she, in turn, posted it in her group)
(seems to be a reference to the Wick found in another Hellbent game VHS)
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wickkidsau · 1 month
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Hey Sam… how’s your afterlife with the weavers?
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anna-cute-049 · 2 months
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Does anyone remember about this game?
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kindheartedgummybears · 10 months
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oh, hello Wick fandom!!! How have you been? Still full a p3dophiila and inc3st? Yes? No? Not Really? Okay well I'm not sure, But I can see that you're still deader than the Weaver family sooo.... Thats unfortunate! I may try getting back into this fandom and game not sure yet. Give me 5-7 business days.
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natwitharat · 6 months
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Wick Animation Dump, part 1: Benny
These are animations I ripped from Wick's game files. Enjoy!
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benny_kill_02_event (too big for tumblr)
benny_kill_04_event (too big for tumblr)
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