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“He comes in shadows, moves in silence. The Baba Yaga they call him. Prince of the Underworld. He got out once. He completed an impossible task that served to pave the foundations for a generation. That built on blood and bodies the glory that we know today. We have wronged him. It was more than just the car. More than just the puppy. He came back for vengeance. He came back for love. He told me to tell the world no matter who comes, he’s going to kill them all. I believe him.” - Winston. The Continental. New York City. 

“And [director of photography] Dan Laustsen, with his… He loves that little key light in the eyes. [Keanu] you were always getting the half-face lighting, the one eye, and the other guy in most of the scenes was always getting the two eyes. That was another plan. One eye versus the two eyes.” —Chad Stahelski, taken from the John Wick: Chapter 2 director’s commentary.

There's something pure, in their final moments. When you watch Death. The light leaves their eyes.... It's intimate, primal. It grounds you. Reminds you we are not permanent on this world. Just passing shadows, moving through time and space. I weigh their sins against my hands as their soul departs. I take them in against my blade, like a lover's confession. Cradle the body with infinite respect. I am Death. Their final destination. I pray for their safe passage to the Underworld. Eventually, one day, I will take my place beside them.

“This is, uhm… You’re gonna see Keanu really turn on this sort of reptilian John Wick. It’s just, you know, the audience has been chuckling and laughing and then… John stabs a guy in throat and everyone’s like, “What?! Wha… What?” There’s a little intimacy there. It’s just…the boogeyman’s out of the bag.“ —Chad Stahelski and David Leitch, taken from the John Wick director’s commentary.

You and Me.

We're in this together now.

We will make it through somehow.

The cost of war

Prompt: “if you’re going to let me down, let me down gently.”

Requested: @laserglassspider

*rubs hands together maniacally,* fuck my sad mood. Time to turn this into something GREAT. Judeth...John....good luck....

As always, enjoy 💋

——————

After everything....

this is what takes the powerful couple down? The high table? No... John refused to allow this to happen. He had bled and cried and fought for this. For her. He would not relent now. No matter his hatred for the table. She was still Judeth Clayton. His Judeth Clayton.

The tower was quiet. She stood frozen in the throne room. So much had happened. Lalienna, years and years ago was tried and banished. Countless balls and parties were thrown in these hallowed rooms. And then finally, she had ended it. Ended Athena. Cut off the bastard queens head. Helen has quieted the Baba Yaga in this room. Judeth could still feel a presence of Helen. She needed her...she needed her angelic strength to endure the christening of her reign. She shuddered deeply at the thought. It was behind her...she had survived. And now...now she wondered if she wanted to. For John was angry with her. Well, not so much her, but the table. She was a part of the table now. And she had to play the part of the queen. She had to make decisions she didn’t want to. And John, her lover, her black angel, tried to see through it. He knew it was for an act. He knew her intentions were pure. But it still hurt. It stung deep, slashing him new each day. He laid beside her each night and held her. But she felt distant. She felt-she felt cold. The table was wearing her down. Hell, the table was wearing him down as well. His punishment had only begun when he was beaten that day during his trial. Now she was their dog. Their slave. He had to run and bow with each beckon and call. He had to obey, for he sold his soul for his life. Just to live the rest of his days...with her.

Judeth Clayton.

Now she was afraid. She felt she was losing him. She had nearly gone insane when Lalienna showed up. The jealousy she felt. Hers and Helen combined were eating her alive! She was so angry. She snapped. In her irrationality, she pulled a gun on her long lost daughter. John was her ‘husband’. Lali was her daughter.

Incest.

It wasn’t incest. But it was. To her, it was. She was ready to pull the trigger...she almost did. She would have if John hadn’t intervened.

Tears stung hotly against her cheeks. She was truly falling into a deep pit of psychosis. Helen had relented her hold on her, but she still held the guilt of all she had done. She couldn’t handle Helens love and devotion to John. Hell hath no fury of a jealous woman.... how could she compete? They had grew up together. They were each others first love. And then Helen was his latest. He loved her with the fire of a thousand suns. She felt shadowed by Helen. She was a goddess. How could Judeth stand by johns side and sleep in his bed when she was not Helen.

That night was only a brick to the tower of doubt. And now she stood in that crumbling tower, metaphorically and literally. She didn’t have to turn around to know who was walking into the room. His shoes sounding his forthcoming, her nerves lighting up like fireworks on the Fourth of July.

“John...” a crack in her voice showed her emotion. She didn’t turn around to face him. He stood behind her then, feet apart. There was silence between them so thick you could cut it with a knife. She felt ready to collapse; and though she wished to embrace him, she kept her stance. Finally, she spoke.

“If you’re going to let me down...let me down gently...please” she whispered barely audible. Again there was silence. More tears fell silently. This was torture. Pure, awful torture.

“Judeth, look at me.” Not a command, a request. A sharp cry emptied from her throat as she heard his voice just as broken as hers. God, they were inevitable. They were doomed. But they were impossible to separate. They knew this. They couldn’t leave each other. No matter their insecurities and problems, they belonged together. They were in this...together. Two hearts becoming one.

She turned, swallowing her pride. What little pride she had left.

“I swear to you-“ she choked. “I swore to you all those nights ago that I was yours. Completely. I pledged myself. I made it clear that I want nothing of the high table. It is my duty, just as it is yours to serve them. Please, Jonathan. I can’t take this anymore. You’re killing me. I am yours. Completely. Wholly. You’re blood, Your ring in my veins. I am yours.” She gel to her knees, clutching her chest. Her heart- she was afraid it might literally break. She had never felt this way. Gregory, she did not love. That was not a marriage. That was a job. A punishment. Abuse. But John...she loved him. She wanted him so much it ached. “I swear to you...once more my love, that I have no intention, no want or need to rule. I would throw away this fucking crown if I could. I hate it. I despise it. I-I-“ She could no longer speak. She just heaved, almost vomiting. He was on his knees as well, pulling her into him. She shushed her gently, rocking her. This wasn’t the first time they held each other in this room. After Athena’s death. After Helen broke the Baba Yaga. They embraced. Now was no different. They both sat broken in each others touch, clutching to their lover for dear life. They feared each other. But they could not live without each other.

“I know. I know. Forgive me.” He mumbled in her hair, choking on his own tears.

They sat there. And they consoled each other with their words, touch, and kisses. They were broken lovers. But slowly, achingly slow, the shatters in their hearts began to mend. Almost reluctantly, the scar tissue began to cover the wounds of their hearts, healing. Together.

Together they fell. Together they would rise.

Queen of Hearts

Of Snakes

Of Stones

I'll take my penence out on your bones

You'll learn to love me

Give it time

Sink the dagger

You'll be mine

|{ @lalienna-dementriento }|

John Wick: Blood & Gold || I am John Wick

I am John Wick.

Excommunicato survivor.

Assassin.

Son of the Ruska Roma. Orphan of the World.

Servant of The High Table.

~ I TRADE gold for blood. For refuge. For peace.

~ I BLEED wrath. My sanity leaves me. I have you in focus.

~ I BIND souls in markers. In wedding rings. In faithful dogs.

~ I SERVE my vows. Determined purpose in high fidelity.

~ I BATTLE my conscience, your courage, the house that holds me.

~ I SURVIVE my penance. One piece at a time. Live for me. So I may take you down.

 I am John Wick. My history is written in Blood & Gold. I am the first to save you. I am the last to stand at your side.

 I believe in Black Angels.

I believe in Judeth Clayton. "

|| Fortis Fortuna Adiuvat ||

Judeth Clayton: Blood & Gold

Thirteen Beside the Queen.

And now she’s a broken mask in the Halls of Hell.

The Gods themselves will hold you down.

One last shot, two souls to sell.

Betrayed the cause for Love.

Rose to take the Throne.

Burned them all in revolution.

Fallen back to stone.

{[ @f0rtis-fortuna-adiuvat - @lalienna-dementriento - Proudly Introducing Judeth Clayton of John Wick || Blood & Gold ]}

John Wick: Rebellion

When you left me, I left I this world.

Buried under cement and stone.

They dragged me back into this moment.

And forced my hand to be disowned.

Now I am again risen.

Vengeance is once more my name.

I am the Bird of Hermes.

Eating my wings to make me tame.

|{ @f0rtis-fortuna-adiuvat - @lalienna-dementriento A Gift to you my Faithful Friends. I give to you, Excommunicato - John Wick. }|

Dishonored

Keanu Reeves as Corvo Attano - Riccardo Scamarcio as The Outsider 

Dogs of War

Si vis pacem, para bellum.

Medusa Risen || Vivere Camorra

“I watched her through glass. A slender white snake. Her eyes so green. Her scales so pure. And I thought to myself, ‘I want to pull her out of that world, hold her in my hands.’ She sank in her fangs... I should have cut her throat.”

The Continental London

“For every shadow Her Grace did cast,

We saluted Her in the streets and in our homes.

Right from the beginning, we scattered flowers

Said our prayers, wrote our tomes.

There were Thirteen in her Court

She gathered thousands to spare.

And in the face of revolution

She was always there.

We are London

So she said

Her Grace is proud and true

We are London

And on this hour

We are here for you.”

Sir Jeremy: A proper gentleman, esquire’s esquire, a dozen titles or more. Managed by the Queen but not the one in Buckingham Palace. Owns the finest Hotel in the city, if not in England. Countless thousands stay in his rooms. He cares for them all. But they don’t know the truth. What’s hidden beneath the stairs, behind the doors, in the bowels of the Underground where he is King. And he says to the world, “My dear people - We are London.”

Sir Sable: Clever man. They say he moves like a shark in blooded water. The fog still clings to him. They speak his name in Absinthe Bars and Gambling Houses over cards and coffee cups. He can tell you everything about anything in London. He has friends who would amaze you. He knows a bloke, that knows a bloke that sold that car for that coin that likely saved your sister’s life. You should make him your friend too, is everyone’s advice. There’s something sharp about his eyes.

And he says to the world, “My dear people - We are London.”

We are all Princes here.

THE GENTLEMAN’S GUIDE TO VICE AND VIRTUE, mackenzi lee

we are not broken things, neither of us. we are cracked pottery mended with laquer and flakes of gold, whole as we are, complete unto each other. complete and worthy and so very loved.

Yes, I gave over.

I regret nothing. Not even in the morning.

Once the dust has settled.

Mr. Wick receives unwanted information about the events that took place in The Continental London:

Miss. Lalienna DeMentriento now works for for the D’Antonio family. (See video above.)

Fast forward ten years into the future. This is also Mr. Wick’s reaction to the news that Judeth Clayton must now unwillingly take her place as Regent to The High Table. (Also see video above.)

Maybe it was easier just being excommunicato, no?

@lalienna-dementriento @f0rtis-fortuna-adiuvat

I should have worshipped her sooner.

}€ She got blood cold as ice

And a heart made of stone

But she keeps me alive

She's the beast in my bones

She gets everything she wants

When she gets me alone

Like it's nothing

She got two little horns

And they get me a little bit }€

Don't turn away from me. I need someone to on hold to.

This whole thing is coming down...

I THINK THERE’S A FLAW IN MY CODE

"I close my eyes just to look at you. Black Angel. You blind me with your divinity.

Hold me under. Holy Water.

Love me. Hold me.

Fly."

@f0rtis-fortuna-adiuvat

Medusa.... Pull me down.

Inamorata

Drag me down.

@lalienna-dementriento

"Bled myself just love you. Deep.

Coil your skin just around me. Sleep.

Drag me down.

And I'd give anything just to pull you down.

Just to drag me down.

And it didn't turn out the way you wanted it to.

None of this turned out.... out the way you wanted it."

@lalienna-dementriento

Mr. Wick keeps his daily ideals, short, sharp and to the point.

Perhaps we can forgive him?

PS: Laser Glass Spider does not condone drink driving. Had a drink? Make public transport your Plan B. Drink responsibly. 🥂

@f0rtis-fortuna-adiuvat @lalienna-dementriento

Is there a sign up sheet orr........

'Why didn't you come with me?'

The Girl in Room 509

Ya no soy tu angel // I’m not your angel anymore

The Girl in Room ‘509′

@lalienna-dementriento

One Last Battle... Before The War

john wick | neon noir

"You are bound to help me!"

you present this to me like an answer

Your character is interesting! And I love f0rtis-fortuna-adiuvat!! They are so original. I’ve been afraid to message them but seem outstanding.

Hello there dear reader,

Thank you very much for your kind words! The character of Judeth Clayton began as an original spark of inspiration and has over the past three weeks exploded into a deeply layerd tapestry that has been very well received. I hope to reveal her digital novel to the Tumblr world in time as Fortis and I labour loving together to write a truly powerful story worthy of continuing the much loved John Wick saga.

Role play writing with experienced gamers is a truly enriching pass time that leads it's self to valuable skill. Thus, I urge you to reach out to Fortis if you'd like to interact and indulge your creative urges. Liz (Fortis) is an intelligent, dynamic and deeply vibrant author. She encourages depth, description and florid imagination. For Wick, she is a marvel. Her continuity, honour code and passion marks her the best in class. You could collaborate with no better! 😁

So strap yourself in and prepare. This is a out of this world ride!

Much respect,

L. G. Spider

John Wick: Blood & Gold  || I am Judeth Clayton

“I am Judeth Clayton. Thirteenth Hand Maid of Iron Fortuna. I am to ascend the English throne. The twelfth seat of The High Table.

~ I BLEED love, hemorrhaging as a warrior, a lover, a wife, a mother.

~ I HONOUR my superiors, the Table, the Crown, my vows, your words.

~ I CHERISH the air I breathe, the time you spend, the bullets I shed.

~ I SERVE because I was born enslaved. These chains will not stop me.

~ I BREED resentment, hatred, glorious violence.

~ I YIELD because you saved me when I could not save myself. Now it’s you I serve when I should have drowned.

I am Judeth Clayton. My history is written in Blood & Gold. I am the first to save you. I am the last to stand at your side.

I believe in Black Angels.

I believe in John Wick.”

 || Fortis Forunta Adiuvat ||

Here’s My Card

A Gentleman’s Business Card.... For a bespoke gentleman. Mr. John Wick.

Serve thy self

John is a man of focus, commitment, and sheer fucking will…