#EVREN I LOVE YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[semaamagokyuzuolmayan]

[marquisedegramont]

Who are your top five favorite characters in John Wick?

-🧸 (<- If this hasn’t been taken yet)

[ Ooohhh I think this list would be pretty clear based on who is reading this but yeah here are my top five! :D ]

𝟓. 𝐈𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐅 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐕

It was already a big start when I watched John Wick and really liked Alfie Allen’s performance as Iosef. Only just recently I started to like-like Iosef as a character more. I love his sort of biker aesthetic with the leather jacket and hoodies, which is a BIG difference from the other three big bads of the movie series since they’re all dressed in this formal-business sort of outfit which really goes to show Iosef’s difference in terms of character to literally everyone in the movie series.

𝟒. 𝐉𝐎𝐇𝐍 𝐖𝐈𝐂𝐊

The man, the myth, the legend! He’s obviously gonna be on this list because the movies aren’t completed without him and he’s genuinely such a well-written character it’s just that most people (atleast on other platforms) just know John for killing an entire criminal organization over a dog and while yes that’s true, I can literally just yap over and over about how Daisy just symbolizes John’s remaining innocence and his connection to Helen/the overworld.

𝟑. 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐃𝐉𝐔𝐃𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑

Watching John Wick Chapter 3: Parabellum and actually noticing everything after watching the fourth movie in the series was like a hit to the face. So Adjudicator— fucking awesome! I loved their entire wardrobe throughout the movies and how they all look so stylish yet refined. And I love the subtle story telling with their dangly earring which represents the fact they don’t necessarily have everything under control and so does the High Table.

𝟐. 𝐆𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐃’𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐎

People truly sleep on Gianna because, hey, she got like ten minutes worth of screentime and had relatively a short time alive for the audience to look at her and like her as a character. But to me, I love her. I love my bitches who show up once and then never again. She’s evil, she’s ruthless, she’s a cunt; Santino’s just mad he can’t do it like her. Aka, be as good as her when it comes to ruling the Camorra. I love her so much, because as much as we were so close to see a truly ruthless individual who is a woman rule something as large and brutal as the Camorra, and also be a canon seat holder in the world of the High Table— Gianna remains one of my favorite due to how beautiful she is and how intuitive she was, her death scene was just absolutely beautiful.

𝟏. 𝐌𝐀𝐑���𝐔𝐈𝐒 𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐁𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐓 𝐃𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐓

We all saw this coming. He’s practically my brand, in fact I am him. He is me and he is I, don’t mind the fact he died in 2015 and I got pushed into this world against my will in 2005. Look at him. He’s literally the perfect villain for a movie like John Wick Chapter 4. He’s a cunt, played by Bill Skarsgård, he has a fuckass French accent, he never shows up in scenes without his pocket watch, the shoes are Prada and the suits are Valentino. All his suits are drenched in glitter, and every scene feels like he owns the place. The Louvre? The Louis Vuitton Foundation? The Palace of Versailles? The Palais Garnier? The fucking Tour de Eiffel? He’s always surrounded by his bodyguards, he’s eating cake and living his best life. God, he’s literally me. I am him bro. He is literally me. He’s a ruthless and brutal little cunt ass bitch who finds pain fascinating but I do not have a single fiber in my body that gives a hecking shit. Anna Wintour would have loved him. If there was an Anna Wintour in the John Wick world, Vincent would be her fucking soul son. If you were to tell me the bitch named Keith from Barbarian would suddenly be throwing on a French accent and walk the way he does now, I would have exploded. Vincent is nothing but the pure embodiment of the campiness of John Wick Chapter 4. The suits, the character, the attitude, the sheer level of audacity. He is a mixture of the villains before him, he is the campiness of John Wick Chapter 4, he is Bill Skarsgård having fun, he is an insufferable bitch who deserves the way he died and even then, his death was both relieving and also beautiful. The Marquis, Vincent Bisset de Gramont is everything in a John Wick villain; the design, the European, the mythology references, the hatred for John, the cowardice, the deceitful nature, the ability to serve so much cunt yet be so cringefailure loserboy at the same time. Chad Stahelski made a great decision casting Bill Skarsgård as the Marquis de Gramont because I cannot think of another 6’4 white man who looks like a disturbed Victorian era child who has never seen a cellphone. He looks like he would get pissed off if you called him cunty and he would die if you gave him Sprite to drink. Making a guillotine joke around him would have you executed on site. He has a nice ass and beautiful, glorious hips and thighs that he is gatekeeping from the community using his glittery tailcoats. He is a thirty three years old twink with perfect thighs and even better fashion. His hair has so much hairspray I don’t think that shit was moving for the duration of the movie. The perfect villain to have ended John Wick alongside the legend himself. The motherfucker comes from Southern France and I hate and love him even more because of that. He is such an insufferable little shit that if I were there in the agreements scene I would have done everything in my power to make sure the duel starts now so I can leap across the table and rip him to shreds with my bare hands. I am kissing him with tongue afterwards. I hyperfixated on him and hated him at first but then I remembered that his fanbase was lacking at the time so now I’m him yeah sorry Chad Stahelski himself told me I am him so yeah move out of the way ladies. Or don’t. I’m married to like three women I don’t know because I’m him. His hell is being middle class in Paris because I said so.

[di-diwata]

me.

Does anyone know what kind of sheep is this ? 😺🐑

[r1-jw-lover]

When you realise that

In Akira's introduction she was bathed in blue lights

And in John's first scene in Osaka, he was bathed in red lights

Then in their last scene on the train, the lighting flickers between blue and red

Gosh, I love this movie to bits 😫❤️

Tagging @evren-sadwrn <3

[worksby-d]

A Great Mentor: Only If You Like It

A One Shot

Summary: You sit down with Andy to settle on a first and middle name for your daughter. 

Pairing: Andy Barber x fem!Reader

Warnings: None 🥰

Word count: ~800

a/n: Even though this is part of a series, it can def be read alone. I MISS THIS SERIES SO MUCH.

All you want to do is say hi and let him know you’re home, but he doesn’t give you the chance, pouting when you walk into his home office. 

“No,” he groans–almost whines as if you ruined something–gently closing his laptop as he drags the word out. “You’re home already?”

You open your mouth to retort, but you just scoff, “Yeah.” And you raise a skeptical eyebrow at him. “Don’t sound so happy about it.” 

“No, that’s not–” He shakes his head, laughing a little. He holds his arm out and waves you in to come closer to him and you roll your eyes as you push off the door frame to let him draw you in. “I’m just finishing up, sweetheart. But I wanted to have dinner ready before you got home for once.”

“Well, that’s okay,” you chuckle. “Don’t worry about it.”

He takes your hand once you get within reach of him, and you know where he wants you, but you just lean against his desk instead. 

It’s his turn to give you a questioning look. He’s used to you sitting on his lap. 

“C’mere…”

“I’m getting too heavy for that,” you mumble, resisting his gentle tug. 

“No you’re not,” he laughs quietly, giving one more reassuring try. “I’m strong, I promise.”

You give in, letting him pull you down to sit with him. With one arm around your back and his other hand on your growing belly, he gets you to relax. 

“See, you’re fine,” he winks. 

You ignore his told you so, wanting to get back to the cooking thing.

“I’d rather cook anyway.” You never let an opportunity to tease him slip away. “Remember that time I got sick after eating your parmesan chicken?”

“Hey now,” he chuckles. “That was before we were even together.”

“I know, I had to lie to my parents and say I was hungover the next morning when I was lying on their bathroom floor,” you laugh, giving him a playful shove. “Because telling them I was wasted was safer than telling them I was sneaking around with you the night before!”

“That was so long ago.” He shakes his head thinking back. “I’m sorry my cooking is subpar and maybe known for getting you sick once… or twice. Okay?”

“Okay,” you nod, giving him a quick consolation kiss. 

“How was your day?”

“Good,” you sigh, leaning against him a little more. “Really long.”

“Mm,” he hums, just holding you a moment, enjoying the quiet after all day. “You look beautiful, by the way.”

“Thanks,” you smile. He reminds you every chance he gets, especially during the past few months. “I–We,” you correct yourself, placing your hand on top of his over your stomach. “–Want to talk about something.”

“Yeah?”

“About her name…” Your voice trails off as you wait for his reaction. 

“Honey–” He chimes in immediately. “I’ve been thinking about it. I like Evren. I think it’s a beautiful name.”

You try to interrupt him. You don’t need to settle on her first name yet. But he doesn’t let you stop him.

“I can tell you really love it. And it’s growing on me… I think.”

You laugh a little at his rambling, running your fingers through his hair. 

“You really like it?”

“Yeah, angel.”

“That was easy,” you tease, sitting up proudly as if you just won something. “But that’s not what I wanted to talk about. I wanted to talk about middle names…”

He gives you a look, clearly confused. He doesn’t see the need for that yet without having agreed on a first name thus far. 

“I was just going to say that whatever we choose for her first name has to go with her middle name,” you explain. “And I have one that I want to run by you.”

“Oh, this’ll be good,” he scoffs, rolling his eyes jokingly. 

“Stop,” you laugh, swatting at his arm before getting more serious. “How do you feel about Marianne?”

“Mari–” He softly begins to repeat it, processing what you said. “Like my mom? Marianne?”

“Yeah,” you nod slowly. 

“Really?”

“Yeah, really,” you let out a small laugh. “It’s a beautiful name. But only if you like it.” 

“I love it,” he quickly assures you. “Evren Marianne…”

It’s your turn to repeat him, mirroring his smile as you listen to how the names sound together out loud.

“I love you,” he whispers, resting his head on your shoulder. “You’re sure?”

“I’m so sure,” you promise. He lifts his head to look at you when you gently nudge him. “I love when you talk about your mom. I want Evren to know her.”

He nods, leaning to give you a soft kiss. “Me too.”

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[vienrose]

@hellslittleprince from here

Same could be said about Evren. Even as a child he rarely saw love. Some came from his mother, but that was mostly on the good days, when they had little for a bottle and she saw life with different colors. Remembered she was a mother in the first place. And love between his parents was never there. All they did was fight, fight, fight... So the fact that he was so affectionate and allowed the same affection from others was surprising even for him. "You're doing just fine." He was patient, the little tears might not be perfect but they were just fine for a first attempt. Besides, they would putting a lot more on top and chewing it up, so the taste for sure will not be affected.

Pausing like that for another minute, with his nose against his neck, managing to nuzzle in the little space where it wasn't covered, Evren sighed and stepped back to proceed with the prep. Tea, they needed some tea for the park. "I don't feel like driving today, you think we can walk there, its not too far.." He suggested, grabbing a few paper cups he had to fix them a drink. He really considered taking things they could easily toss out if they wanted to see a movie after, would be a hassle to head back home just to put everything away.

[di-diwata]

Never let someone talk you out of using them. (I dont think someone could convince you to do something ever. but!)

If you think they're fun, and you like using them, then fuck whatever anyone else says.

neopronouns r really fun tbh :3 ( <- about to start scowering for nprns that i like )

Neopronouns ARE fun! I get a little nervous using them (like. ever) and will probably never tell anyone IRL about them, but omg i love using them <3 they might be a little (or a lot) inconvenient but they are so fun <333

Wishing you luck! if you ever need some help you know who to ask ;)

[magicalbunbun]

I was curious since you drew people ocs that if you would like to draw mine only if you want ofc

Btw backstory of my Oc evren

She is one of the first Angels created by god and had been there since the creation of heaven even tho they like to chil around heaven and is Friends with the archangels. They don’t really get involved in heaven things like the extermination but do sometimes attend trials. Is a sweet person in general filled with curiosity

I am also curious what would Gabrie y/n think of them

Is very lovely! I think gabriel would love to be friends with her!

[tobytheeggo]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY @evren-sadwrn !!!

Happy birthday my beautiful, talented bestie!! How I love being your friend and always talking to you about JW characters (specially Vincent), and I cannot wait to see what else the world has in store for you; keep doing what you do best and I’ll always be your #1 supporter (on here at least) ⭐️

vv Without birthday text + hat

[whalefill]

🗣️ TELL ME MORE ABOUT SISTINE AND TOVE 🗣️

I know you said Tove is Sistine’s companion but whats the vibes? Familial (A bear looking out for a cub)? Does Tove respect Sistine? How did the two meet, and was it good impressions ir bad ones?

Also! Wizard man. Points. (Ik you said it was Francis’ character but god his design is so cool I wanna know more about him). Give me the good good

hi evren! :) thank u for asking <3

to be honest i haven't developed tove and sistine's relationship as much as i want to yet, but i can tell you some things about her! she's meant to mirror sistine's backstory (a beast turned human), but sorta in reverse; years and years ago she was just a little girl whose village was demolished in a raid by hysterian soldiers, and after escaping to the forest, she trades her humanity to a fae in exchange for a new life. she's transformed into a bear, and some years later, sistine finds her (also quite young at the time.) sistine has no memory of her own past life (yet), or any knowledge of what's happened to tove. all she can see is a very, very friendly bear. she finds out about it all MUCH later, when the two join ambrose on the story's main quest, and he's able to sense that tove is a creature of magic. it's quite a sad backstory but sistine is a very complicated character and it's part of her redemption arc to see just how much her kingdom (hysteria) wreaks havoc on the world, even and especially on the lives of those she loves, despite the fact that she was raised blind to it.

(my first concept drawing of her)

as for ambrose i'm not sure how much francis wants me to delve into him on my blog.. maybe if everyone is lucky i'll get it to talk about him itself :) but yes ambrose, is a wizard... sistines enemies-to-lovers situation eventually... kinda like if mothman was a transfem lesbian

and here is some art i made of them just this afternoon so as not to disappoint <3

[corvidco]

Day 274 of drawing ponk until i stop bein so gosh diddly damn autistic

@jaimeski @evren-sadwrn @goooser @1247 @bdaycheesecake @kuprisunshka @snails-are-made-of-jelly

would you still love me if i played league of legends

finished tmrw

[marquisedegramont]

Chidi wants Vincent to experience a carnival and get to ride a Ferris wheel and play ring toss and win a big stuffed bear but he knows Vincent’s too embarrassed to do that in public so he just buys out a whole day of a carnival so it’s just the two of them going on rides and playing as much as they want - thoughts???

Oh em gee :3 Vinny buying out a carnival just because he’s just too embarrassed to live life like the ✨common people✨

And also Chidi winning him prizes<3333 I headcanon Chidi is way too good at winning games so it ends up just Vincent with way too many stuffed animals than he can count on his fingers😭

And also the ferris wheel!! I love ferris wheels since it’s usually where I go to with a small group of friends (little fun fact I live 30 mins away from my country’s biggest ferris wheel💗) and I can just imagine the both of them having some deep talk while riding on that ferris wheel and just some soft talking interlaced alongside some sweet kisses💗

[kyuohki]

Tell me about Olgan and Kemal! What is their relationship with their parents/family like?

What originally inspired you to make them?

Olgan and Kemal! EEE! (Under a cut bc it got long!)

The inspiration to make them - nothing in particular stands out; mostly they were just background characters in the first iteration of Discarded Hope, loosely based on two power-hitters I had in-game. (Discarded Hope was originally supposed to follow Marche's brother and Montblanc, and delve into Marche's past of being neglected because Doned needed more care from their mother. I will eventually write this story...) Kemal was a Paladin with Fighter skills, and Olgan was a Black Mage with White Mage capabilities (and items equipped that boosted the spells cast). While I was writing up the first part of the first chapter, Kemal decided to make come-hither eyes at Olgan, and I remember writing out Soft Care (then just titled Side Story) in the attempt to get the two to leave me alone...yeah, that didn't work. I ended up re-rewriting everything (and making edits to their Jobs) to figure out their story.

Kemal is youngest of two and a "runaway" of a prominent noble family (eeeeh, still trying to place where in the noble hierarchy I want them to be). His father, Evren, is a Paladin who was granted a title for heroic deeds; while his mother, Sena, is a Monk/Fighter, and is the reason why Kemal dual-wields swords. Kemal idolizes his parents, and wanted to follow in their footsteps (was originally training as a Paladin, with intent to become a Judge). He eventually became disillusioned with the Judges while training to become one (there's a lot of corruption, etc), and ends up leaving on a journey to figure himself out, with his parents' blessing (Evren gets Kemal set up into his first clan, pulling a few strings with old friends). His sister, Lela, is 10(ish) years older than Kemal, dislikes fighting and dedicated her time learning how to navigate politics to keep their family safe in other ways (she's the main reason their family is as prominent as it is, otherwise it'd be an empty title). Lela nags him whenever he goes home, for him to settle down and be more respectable (she dislikes how rumors circulated amongst the nobles on how "uncivilized" he's become (with digs on how their family is "jumped up"/etc), and he cuts his visits short when it gets to be too much (Evren and Sena miss him and also wish he'd stay, but also don't want to cage him in.)

Olgan was raised by his mother, Letia, who was a high ranking Black mage, but does not know/remember his father (a Summon/Eidolon/Esper, whatever term you prefer; not gonna say *which* one, but it's a very powerful entity. >:3 ) Said Eidolon was trapped on Ivalice by Letia's clan (their mages sort of forced them into a vessel of their choice, a sacrificial male Hume; the vessel's physical form was overwritten when the spirit was bound, giving the body characteristics/powers of the Eidolon, with controlling magic to make them do what the clan wanted). Letia disagreed with what they were doing and helped them escape, eventually falling in love with the trapped Eidolon, and Olgan was the result. Her clan chased them, and the Eidolon was eventually “killed” (physical form destroyed, spirit returning to the Land of Eidolons), leaving Letia to flee and raise Olgan on her own (he's about 2-3 when this happens). Even as a child, Olgan could use a lot of spells, which Letia had to teach him to control and hide (most toddlers aren't able to cast any spells, while Olgan was casting both basic black and white magic). This made her paranoid and strict with Olgan, though she tried her best to ensure that he knew he was loved. Letia was eventually caught by her old clan in a Jagd, and sacrificed herself to take them out and protect him (Olgan would be about 8-ish when this happened). He wandered around in the Jagd and was caught by slavers, was bought and sold for a few years, then Kilov "rescued" him when (he held this over Olgan's head for a long time). He was trained to be a thief (and then plaything), then his magical abilities made themselves known (primarily the black magic) and had to learn to use them quickly. Olgan is about 16-17 when he is injured on a mission and lands himself in Matius' safehouse the first time, and the Gladiator-turned-Priest immediately tries to adopt convince him to stay in the Order. He's in and out of the safehouse for a few years more (making friends w/ the Order and warming up to Matius and his unsubtle attempts at fathering him), when the incident with Lorek happens, Olgan takes the chance to flee the Jagd and change his life around.

[thewhumpcaretaker]

⚜ 𝓑𝓮𝔂𝓸𝓷𝓭 𝓙𝓾𝓭𝓰𝓮𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽 - 𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝐼𝐼𝐼: 𝒜𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓁 𝒶𝓉 𝐵𝓁𝓊𝑒 𝑀𝑜𝑜𝓃 𝑀𝑜𝓉𝑒𝓁 ⚜

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ ✧.*★ Thank you again to @evren-sadwrn for the beta read!

TW: John and Vincent bickering...and that's pretty much it, this one's kinda fluffy

Summary: John finds an out-of-the-way motel where he and Vincent can spend the night in hiding.

A dusty, sun-faded sign read “Blue Moon Motel” in yellow across a periwinkle moon. John almost missed it, and it was for that exact reason that he took a sharp turn just in time to swing into the mostly empty parking lot. It couldn’t be more inconspicuous, and the only thing that caught his eye at all was the flickering neon “Vacancy” sign, half obscured by branches. Perfect.

Even so, it would be a roll of the dice. A hitman could be anywhere, even behind the counter of the tiniest motel. He sat behind the wheel for a moment, gazing at the lit window of the lobby, gathering himself. Should he wake Vincent? No, best not. He was as likely to be another obstacle as a help. Feeling the reassuring weight of a pistol at his hip, he reluctantly left Vincent in the backseat and entered.

Luck was on his side, for the first time all evening. The sole employee, a 60-something in a shockingly pink puff-sleeved blouse, was fast asleep with her face in her crossword puzzle. She had a faded flower tattoo on her forearm, but it wasn’t anything he recognized as an underworld symbol. He cleared his throat, and when that failed, rang the bell. Her name was Marjorie. She did not, as he had feared, pull a gun on him the moment she saw his face. In fact, she booked him a room without asking awkward questions, even when he paid cash.

Nonetheless, he wished she would move a little faster. His ears were trained on the road outside, waiting for an engine in the distance, for a grim reaper going motel to motel, searching. He could already picture them checking the cars, peering down at Vincent and Dog, pulling a gun –

“Room 105. There’ll be a queen bed. Find me if the AC acts up. Breakfast’s 7 to 10. Sleep tight - you look like you need it, if you don’t mind my saying.”

“Thanks. Have a good night, ma’am.” He forced himself not to turn away too quickly, and not to run out the door.

But of course, the night was just as silent as before, and the car untouched. He exhaled in relief. God, this day had fried his nerves.

He opened the door to the backseat and lifted back the throw blanket to reveal an innocent-looking man. Positively angelic, in fact, with a button nose and uncommonly full lips, all dressed in bloodied white finery. He hurt to look at. Soft auburn locks swept back from his forehead, so smooth in the mercy of unconsciousness. In combination with blood loss, the moonlight washed his already pale cheeks even whiter, setting off high cheekbones and deep-set eyes for the overall effect of one in desperate need of saving from an imminent death. This face, which had ordered murders, which had mocked love itself, which had been spouting its worst venom at him five hours ago, was harming no one now. Just lying there, innocent, needing rest and protection.

To hell with it. John slid his arms under Vincent’s back and legs and lifted him…well, not like it was nothing - he was a huge, sprawling bulk of a man, taller than John, and it was a challenge to cradle his head properly without aggravating his chest. But John managed things as gracefully as he could, focusing on not dropping him and trying very hard not to focus on his own heart, which was going inexplicably haywire. Vincent smelled of expensive vanilla cologne even after hours of sweating and his head was lolling back against John’s shoulder in a way that sent thrills through him. No doubt he’d hate to see himself right now. Please don’t wake up until I can put you down, John thought as he struggled to turn the key with the hand that stuck out from under Vincent’s thighs.

“Qu'est-ce que tu crois faire, bordel? [What the fuck do you think you’re doing?]”

And just like that, the innocent cherub was gone. “Je te rabaisse dès que possible. [Putting you down as soon as I can.]” The door swung open and, still in the dark, John laid him onto the bed, minding his chest and head carefully even if the bastard didn’t deserve it. “You seemed…peaceful, so I just… Did I hurt you anywhere?”

“I don’t know. Probably not, I think I’m just sore from the drive. Let’s never speak of this again.”

“Great idea.” He stepped back, catching his breath, and switched on the bedside lamp. It revealed a dingy room with an armchair in one corner, a TV, the bed, and not much else. Despite the nonsmoking sign, it smelled of cigarettes. Dog explored the corners and stuck his head under the bedside table.

“Where are we?”

“Blue Moon Motel, just outside Allentown, PA. Not what you’re used to, I’d imagine,” John said. “But it’s rural. Better chance of not being found overnight.”

“Fair enough. You would know what’s best in these…situations.” Vincent stretched himself and began to stand. “I can walk, by the way.”

“Thought we were never speaking of that again.”

“Well, I’m about to go get a drink of water, and I’d rather not have to stab you for trying to get me to the sink.”

John was blushing. Why was he blushing? “Right.” He went to bring the bag from the car, and stood in the coolness for a few minutes, listening to the night birds. He had to get his head on straight. Whatever he was feeling towards the Marquis could not possibly be reciprocated. Friendship? Obviously impossible - Vincent couldn’t stand him. Attraction? As if. Vincent probably spent the night with models anytime he wanted. Empathy? He’d probably never felt that in his life and made it very clear that he didn’t desire it from others. Any attempt to connect with him on an emotional level would at best lead to embarrassment, and would at worst further traumatize him.

By the time John returned, he was already in bed again, laying in the center with both pillows stacked under his head. “The bed is mine, by the way. Your loss that you didn’t get a room for two.”

“That would have been suspicious. I’m fine with the chair anyway. Are you going to sleep?” He moved towards the light switch.

“No. How am I supposed to sleep when this ordeal is still completely unresolved?”

“Same way you did in the car?”

“That was when I hadn’t slept in two days thanks to the stress of the tribunal, and then the flight to the states. Now I’m wound up again.” He sighed. “I still can’t believe this is happening. After I’ve proven myself a formidable enemy, determined to bring the High Table greater glory than it has ever seen, they throw all of that away. Ridiculous.”

With this, John could agree. “They have no loyalty to you or to anyone.”

“Loyalty to the powerless is foolishness. But disloyalty to the powerful…that’s also foolishness.” It rolled off his tongue easily.

“Is that a quote?”

“Oui. I will show them my power and their idiocy will be corrected.”

John just shook his head and leaned back against the wall. “I can’t say I see the point in it.”

“That surprises me. You’ve had your share of vengeful murder sprees.”

“Not for power, or loyalty. Just to…well, just because I couldn’t not.” He struggled to organize his thoughts for a moment. “Sometimes you care about something and there’s no other way to express it. Maybe because the thing you love…or the person…is out of reach. Already gone. So all you can do is wreck the thing that took them.”

The Marquis tsked. “This is what happens when you let love run away with you. It breeds a total loss of control.” He took a ring from his left hand, and held it up to the lamp. The High Table sigil shone crisply on it even in the dim, yellowy light. “Do you know why I wear this on my ring finger, even though I’m not married?”

“No.”

“It keeps courtesans from getting ideas. A man of my station cannot afford distractions or liabilities, much less those who will seek the advantages of his title through the bedroom. I alone pursue what matters to me, I alone manage my affairs, I alone win honor for the name of Gramont.”

“There was a lot of ‘alone’ in that sentence.”

A livid glare twitched the corners of his mouth. “How astute. Well, I happen to enjoy being alone with myself, because the company is good. Perhaps you wouldn’t know what that’s like. Goodness knows it’s a headache to be stuck with you.“

Damn it, thought John, I’ve already done it again. “I’m not trying to make this hell for you, believe it or not.”

“Then be quiet. I need to think. They are coming for me. If I was in their position, I would never stop.” Vincent took a deep breath, rubbing his temples. “I need a loophole, an angle...and all the while, anyone could come through the door...”

You need to sleep, not think, John wanted to say. No, stop it. Let the man do what he wants. Leave him alone. But the look of frayed nerves on Vincent’s face was clawing him from the inside out.

With Herculean restraint, “Fine.” There was only one thing he could do now to help Vincent. Only one thing he was good for. He turned the armchair towards the door, took a gun in hand, and waited for something to kill.

“What are you doing now?”

“What I promised to do. Protecting you. Think. Sleep. Do what you need to do. If anyone comes through that door, they’re dead.”

Thus, his vigil began. Dog settled into his lap and a strange, trancelike bliss stole over him. He was in no danger of falling asleep. Somehow, with the knowledge that Vincent was safe behind him, there was something entertaining even about staring at a closed door. The faint sounds of the wind in the trees outside mixed with Vincent’s breathing, and the occasional rustle of pillows or dramatic sigh which gave him some fragment of information about the Marquis’ position and mood. Charged with that information, the whole room buzzed vividly around him.

At some point, Vincent took the motel’s branded notepad and pencil from the beside table and started writing plans which were, one by one, tossed past John into the wastepaper basket on the other side of the room. This continued for a while before there was stillness again.

It was 3:30 AM before he roused himself enough to look at the clock. When he did, it was only because Dog jumped down from his lap. “Where you going?”

He jumped onto the bed where Vincent lay with an arm across his face, the notepad tossed aside. John glanced over at them apprehensively, keen on ensuring that they played nice. The Marquis muttered something under his breath in irritation as Dog sniffed out the blood on his chest. But Dog was not to be deterred. He licked at Vincent’s chin with concern until he relented and scratched behind his ears, saying softly, “Bon chien. Vous êtes fidèle, n'est-ce pas? Reste ici, à côté de moi. [Good dog. You're loyal, aren't you? Stay here, next to me.]”

The next time he looked, it was 4:30. Vincent was asleep, with Dog curled up against the crook of his neck, their heads resting together. A miracle: the angel had taken over Vincent’s body again.

John stood to turn off the light, and caught a glimpse of the notepad on the bed. It lay amongst torn off pages full of scribbled legalese and lines drawn from one name to another, mapping out a network of debts. But the most recent page, not yet torn off, was different from the rest. It was a drawing. And it was damn good.

There was a portrait of John scowling, from memory.  And next to it, on the same page, was a study of his hand gripping the gun as it dangled over the arm of the chair, and dog peeking around the chair to look at Vincent. It was casually done, and it was titled – or perhaps more accurately, it was scribbled upon, next to him and next to Dog. His portrait was titled, “le gros chien de garde stupide [the big, stupid guard dog]”, and Dog’s was titled, “le petit chien de garde intelligent [the little, clever guard dog]”. John stared at it for a long time, switched off the light, and then returned to his post, now in even less danger of sleeping. He gazed into the darkness, trying not to smile, seeing only that drawing until the sun rose.

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[johnwickb1tsch]

now you got me thinking🤨

helen being an artist (photographer or other) and john being her muse shshsjsjdb such a beautiful and cute couple i will forever beef with chad over them😔

Oooooo I love this even more, Evren! Not just because of my own personal preferences in art forms...*cough* 😆 It would make for Outstanding Fic! 😁😁😁

[r1-jw-lover]

Caine as John Wick's Mirror: Part 2

Part two?! Really?

Actually, I was quite satisfied with the analysis I previously wrote on Caine, but then I just rewatched the first John Wick movie and now I have even more thoughts to add on the subject matter.

So buckle up because this is going to be another long post.

Tagging @evren-sadwrn, @chaoticgardenbread and @jotunvali02 again. <3

In my last analysis, I have already compared Caine with Cassian due to how similar they function in relation to John within the John Wick universe. This time, let us compare Caine with the next most similar character to him in the John Wick franchise: Marcus.

On the surface level, Caine and Marcus have similar arcs within the movie they appeared in. They are both friends of John Wick who were recruited by the villain to hunt and kill the Baba Yaga but deep down were secretly on John Wick's side.

While Marcus agreed to Viggo's contract out of his own free will whereas Caine was blackmailed and threatened by the Marquis, they would eventually forsake the job given to them and choose to give John a helping hand in a moment of crisis, a decision they were willing to die for.

(The sad and tragic part of it is that only one survived and got to live out his happy ending and the other was punished for it and died.)

The more I think about it though, the more I feel this is where the similarities end.

For one, Marcus looked way older than John, likely closer to Viggo in age. Even so, he hadn't retired from the business, and was living quite comfortably in a large apartment in New York alone. (It's almost as if Marcus is an alternate version of John if he didn't choose to marry Helen and had continued to live on his life as an assassin.)

By comparison, John was retired, and while he had a large bungalow in the New York suburbs to live in, the large wide empty spaces of his home seemed to amplify how lonely John felt after losing Helen.

Marcus: How're you holding up? John: I kept asking why her. Marcus: There's no rhyme or reason to this life. It's days like today scattered among the rest.

As much as his comforting words were sound, Marcus was content with his own life, and John clearly wasn't. On top of the implication that Marcus didn't have any family whatsoever, you can see why John immediately questioned Marcus about his intentions of visiting him after Helen's funeral right after the quoted dialogue above.

John was too drowned in his grieving for his wife's passing at the time that no one's condolences, not even Marcus (the person who Viggo claimed John was close with), could truly comfort him.

Because John wasn't done grieving while he was alive, when Iosef killed Daisy, John went on a rampage to avenge his dog. When Santino burned down his house, John shot him on Continental grounds, the supposedly safest haven in the criminal underworld. When John sacrificed his ring finger to the Elder, he rebelled against the High Table's forces head on alongside the New York Continental.

You know what finally made John Wick stop running, accept his death and find his peace?

It was when Caine comes into the picture.

For the first time in a long time, John had found someone who's similar in age as him and in a position similar to him mentally and emotionally-speaking, more so than anyone else in the franchise.

Just like John, Caine was also retired. He was discontent with his life, and he was lonely, due to the sheer fact that Caine wasn't allowed to get close to his daughter.

Despite being on opposite sides, John and Caine were equally caged by a strong sense of helplessness internally. (Where John acted upon it with defiant rage, Caine responded with palpable fear.) That's why we're rooting for both of them to get their unconditional freedom, and why the sunrise duel is so important not just for plot reasons.

Unlike Marcus, Caine had an innocent family member at stake, and because John intimately knew how it felt to lose a loved one, he ultimately sacrificed his life so to prevent Caine from having to experience the same grief John had painstakingly gone through for four entire films.

And that's something John was finally willing to die for.

(It's unfortunate that within the same movie John had unknowingly created another John Wick in Akira, but that is an entirely different story altogether.)