#wick tom

[paradise-frosh]

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 🩷💕

#wick horror game #wick hellbent games #wick 2015 #tom weaver #wick tom #wick #wick fanart

[lorinstella]

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

#myart #wick game #wick hellbent games #wick (2015) #wick tim #wick tom #wick horror game

[nocturne-imp]

Tom from a nostalgic game called Wick from 8 years ago

#wick hellbent games #wick horror game #wick 2015 #wick tom #nostalgia

[mossyscavern]

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.)

#wick hellbent games #wick 2015 #wick horror game #wick #wick sam #wick tom #wick travis #wick tim #wick benny #wick caleb #wick lilian #… I should properly just tag is as the weaver siblings #to make it easier? #… I hope it wasn’t too disappointing

[stuarts-randomplace]

forgot to post this ! 💦

#ttte #omori #storyshift #wick hellbent games #this is tugs #one night at flumpty's #ttte percy #omori sunny #tugs oj #storyshift chara #wick tom #birthday boy blam #digital art #god i have a lot of brushes and i barely use two 💦

[chronicalchaos]

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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[theamazingweatherarchon]

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

#wick horror game #wick no way out #tom weaver #headcanon #wick tom

[kohshiba19]

It's been 1 year and I hadn't been in tumbler for months bc my phone got taken away for some pointless reasons. So here is my Tom Weaver redraw after making a dumbass tantrum abt not improving 😂👌

#wick tom #art #fanart

[vinehasnohopeleft]

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.

#wick #wick hellbent games #wick 2015 #wick au #bioshock au #wick tim #wick tom

[squidsandlanterns]

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-

#wick hellbent games #mary weaver #wick horror game #wick #Benny weaver #lillian weaver #wick tom #wick 2015

[amistyshadow]

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 😂

#this is super cute #how do i do tags??? #my art lol #digital art #wick tom #wick Tim #wick Lillian #wick Benny #wick Caleb #wick no way out #wick art #Tim weaver #Tom weaver

[lorinstella]

here is the black version of tim and tom ( ・∇・)👌🏻

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aqui está a versão preta do tim e tom ( ・∇・)👌🏻

#wick (2015) #wick game #wick hellbent games #myart #wick tim #wick tom #wick horror game

[the-paper-shredder]

My first finished Wick fanfic, which just happens to be a crossover with FNaF cause a friend and I were like 'Tom and CC would be friends fr'

#wick #wick game #wick 2015 #wick horror game #wick hellbent games #wick no way out #tom weaver #wick tom #five nights at freddy's #fnaf #fnaf crying child #crying child fnaf #cc afton

[mossyscavern]

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.

#wick hellbent games #wick 2015 #wick horror game #wick au #wick #wick tim #wick tom #random headcanon’s #does it count as an au..? #yes #yes it does #… if the twins still have their problems in said au #if they don’t? then it’s not an au #that is how it works… right?

[stuarts-randomplace]

a drawing of tom in a suit

maybe

#digital art #wick game #wick hellbent games #wick tom

[rina-inab]

Weaver sisters👭

D.s belongs to tammy art

I really hope i did it right im note Sure...

I hope this is ok,dear.

#my art #fanart #genderbend #wick game #wick hellbent games #wick tom #wick tim