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paradise-frosh · 4 months
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Tim Weaver Doodles
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Omfg I can't Thank you all Enough for all the Comments on Tom's Doodle like- I didn't Expect that many people to Like my Art Related to Wick! it makes me so Happy and Motivated! 💕🩷 I hope to make more Fanart for this game as well as Introduce my Wick Oc I had for over 7 years now
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lorinstella · 7 months
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I forgot to post this drawing along with that drawing of Tim and Tom from the design that wick fandom knows (;゚∇゚)
and yes, I did same but being the alpha or old design of Tim and Tom
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eu esqueci de postar esse desenho junto com aquele desenho do tim e tom do design que a fandom wick conhece (;゚∇゚)
e sim, eu fiz o mesmo mas sendo o design alpha ou antigo do tim e tom
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12:01 one past midnight weaver forest
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Huh? Don’t think just run?
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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 · 8 months
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Sketch set with Tim
The last sketch is about the release of ghosts
Love that silly angry boy
And others
:"3
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chronicalchaos · 4 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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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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vinehasnohopeleft · 1 year
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Quick concept sketch of BioShock Tim and Tom.
So while looking up something, I found out that little brothers were considered failed experiments due to them being hostile or something. So I played this in as the twins were the only two "successful" little brother/big brother.
Tim plays the role of the big brother, being the more hostile of the two. His designed stayed the same of the big sisters but I picture it having green paint flicking off and the ribbons in the carrier(?) Were replaced with masks.
Tom plays the role as a little brother, doing the same things as little sister. His design was based on some little brother concept art I found and he does wear a mask that covers his scarred face. I'm not sure what the mask would be.
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kohshiba19 · 9 months
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OK here's some sketch I drew, it's very messed up bc I'm too lazy I promise I'll get this better
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rina-inab · 3 months
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I see this fandom is alive and has had an upgrade.
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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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lorinstella · 7 months
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here is the black version of tim and tom ( ・∇・)👌🏻
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aqui está a versão preta do tim e tom ( ・∇・)👌🏻
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it’s happened again
Tim best friends vivdia Campbell who died in the same arcade as there brother but from a murder and her body got shoved in a arcade machine
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A/n finally so sorry this took soooo long
p.s loves the song cabinet man Soo bad she says and I quote “I relate to it soooo badly so shut up”
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mossyscavern · 4 months
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Random headcanon’s, because I can
Original/most au’s… probably
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Before and after the weavers deaths Tim helps Tom settle down on the ground a lot.
Because of how rusty Tom’s leg brace gets, sitting down on the ground isn’t really easy for him, especially when he has polio and he hurts himself whenever he tries to do it himself.
So to keep from hurting himself even more, Tim helps Tom down on the ground whenever they want to relax in the shade, watch the sunset over the lake or just… wait for their siblings to come back.
After their deaths, Tom can sit down on the ground by himself and whenever he wants, he doesn’t have anything holding him back now…
but he can’t really tell Tim that because Tim finds comfort in helping his twin and he doesn’t want to take that part away from him so he doesn’t really bother telling.
Bonus points if Tim actually does know, he just doesn’t want Tom to feel left alone.
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… I’ve really gotta start putting up numbers for this series.
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birdbrs · 2 years
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tim and candlecraving shipping head cannons
tim loves snakes, cats, and spiders
tim hates dogs 
tim can eat though due to him being dead he can’t really taste the food
tim likes music though hates Christan music [due to marry blasting it any chance she can get]
candlecraving head cannons
tim likes to hold sam 
tim and sam sing to each other [mostly when the other is sleeping or having a nightmare]
sam tends to cling onto tim whenever he is scared or nervous 
tim tends to get overprotective of sam [especially if marry is around or talking to sam] 
tim and sam like to draw each other
tim also gets easily jealous if sam is paying more attention to others then him
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