Iβm reaching out with a quiet hope in my heart. These days are heavy, and my family is living through a reality filled with uncertaintyβbut Iβm still here, doing my best to hold on and keep going.
If you have a moment, please check out my pinned post.
A simple share could help it reach someone who might be able to make a difference.
If youβre able to give, even the smallest kindness can bring light into the darkest places.
Your time, your voice, your compassion β it all matters more than you know.
Benny sat in the classroom, scratching at his slate, the seemingly endless grating echoed through the room. His ink pen cracked slightly under his grip, the ink stained and splotches his hands but he didn't seemed to notice. No, he was too focused on staring at his slate, the letters and words seeming to leap and scream at him, some even seemed to twist and turn themselves the wrong way.
He couldn't understand it. He couldn't understand why he couldn't do anything right. He couldn't write his sums nor letters right. He couldn't walk right. He couldn't watch his sister-
Lillian. His dear sister Lillian. God, why? Why didn't he help her? Why did he allow her to go to the well alone at firstβwhy did he even go back to sleep that night? She would've been here now. She would've been alive.
And yet he stood there. He could only stand there and watch. Watch as the rope drag his baby sister into the well, watch as she screamed and and kicked, her hand outstretched to him as a plea for help. Hear the sickening crunches and snaps as she hit the sides of the well. Listen to the splashing and thrashing as she gave one final attempt to live, only to sink further into her blood and the water.
"A r e y o u d o n e y e t?"
Benny jumped from his seat, his chair and desk knocked over and the slate and pen clattered to floor, the ink stained the floor. He stared straight at the window, and straight at her face.
She stared right back at him, her face now a blueish gray and adorned with new features. What used to be her eyes were now inky black puddles, completed with two glowing white irises swirling in the middle of them. Parts of her nose was gone, a poor attempt of sewing it back together was evident. Her jaw was cracked open, hanging in an eternal scream as blood and water flowed from it, and even bubbles seemed to escape from her mouth as they flowed upwards.
Seeing that Benny hadn't answered, she asked again, her head tilting with a resounding crack! as her neck bent under the pressure.
"A r e y o u d o n e y e t B e n n y? I m s o b o r e d w a i t i n g f o r you t o S T O P H I D I N G."
Benny screamed and fell back, tearing his eyes away from the sight as the urge to vomit became stronger he looked at her. Oh God, what has he done ? His sister now came back to haunt him, to remind him that HE let her die. HE killed her.
What a sad boy.
He couldn't breathe. He couldn't see. His head hurt, and tears blurred his already going vision as he gripped at his hair, pulling at it to stop the ever mounting pain growing in his head. The room spinned as he began choking and sobbing, and words and letters jumped off his slate at began to dance about him, turning backwards and twisting infront of him. Shards of the pen cut into his knees but he didn't care, he wanted it to stop. He wanted her to go away.
"STOPITSTOPITSTOP!" He roared, angiushed sobs racked his body but she just grinned in return and cracked her jaw open wider, screams rattling the windows and shaking the room.
"cOmEoUtBeNjAmIn,CoMeoUtAnD P L A Y!"
He cried out for help, for someone to save him. To end this nightmare and tell him it was alright. But the windows had already shattered and she was crawling towards his curled up figure, hands outstretched and laughing at his pathetic state. She would rip his face apa-
"BENJAMIN JOSIAH WEAVER, KEEP IT QUIET WHILE YOU WORK ON YOUR ASSIGNMENT!"
Mr. Crawford slammed the door open, the veins in his forehead bulging, before he stopped and stared at the curled up and weeping figure of the boy, his desk and chair overturned and pen and slate destroyed, the former cutting into his legs and knees. Immediately he rushed up to the boy, rocking him as he yelled his name. But Benny wouldn't answer, he instead curled himself up even further, before closing his eyes as he let his dear baby sister take him and punish him for his sins.
He's so sorry. So very, very sorry.
A gift for @yellowtails420 , I hope you enjoy this poorly written thingy magigy, may edit this later. Apologies if this is so ass water, I frankly don't know how to use Tumblr and my writing is James levels of ass.
Benny sat in the classroom, scratching at his slate, the seemingly endless grating echoed through the room. His ink pen cracked slightly under his grip, the ink stained and splotches his hands but he didn't seemed to notice. No, he was too focused on staring at his slate, the letters and words seeming to leap and scream at him, some even seemed to twist and turn themselves the wrong way.
He couldn't understand it. He couldn't understand why he couldn't do anything right. He couldn't write his sums nor letters right. He couldn't walk right. He couldn't watch his sister-
Lillian. His dear sister Lillian. God, why? Why didn't he help her? Why did he allow her to go to the well alone at firstβwhy did he even go back to sleep that night? She would've been here now. She would've been alive.
And yet he stood there. He could only stand there and watch. Watch as the rope drag his baby sister into the well, watch as she screamed and and kicked, her hand outstretched to him as a plea for help. Hear the sickening crunches and snaps as she hit the sides of the well. Listen to the splashing and thrashing as she gave one final attempt to live, only to sink further into her blood and the water.
"A r e y o u d o n e y e t?"
Benny jumped from his seat, his chair and desk knocked over and the slate and pen clattered to floor, the ink stained the floor. He stared straight at the window, and straight at her face.
She stared right back at him, her face now a blueish gray and adorned with new features. What used to be her eyes were now inky black puddles, completed with two glowing white irises swirling in the middle of them. Parts of her nose was gone, a poor attempt of sewing it back together was evident. Her jaw was cracked open, hanging in an eternal scream as blood and water flowed from it, and even bubbles seemed to escape from her mouth as they flowed upwards.
Seeing that Benny hadn't answered, she asked again, her head tilting with a resounding crack! as her neck bent under the pressure.
"A r e y o u d o n e y e t B e n n y? I m s o b o r e d w a i t i n g f o r you t o S T O P H I D I N G."
Benny screamed and fell back, tearing his eyes away from the sight as the urge to vomit became stronger he looked at her. Oh God, what has he done ? His sister now came back to haunt him, to remind him that HE let her die. HE killed her.
What a sad boy.
He couldn't breathe. He couldn't see. His head hurt, and tears blurred his already going vision as he gripped at his hair, pulling at it to stop the ever mounting pain growing in his head. The room spinned as he began choking and sobbing, and words and letters jumped off his slate at began to dance about him, turning backwards and twisting infront of him. Shards of the pen cut into his knees but he didn't care, he wanted it to stop. He wanted her to go away.
"STOPITSTOPITSTOP!" He roared, angiushed sobs racked his body but she just grinned in return and cracked her jaw open wider, screams rattling the windows and shaking the room.
"cOmEoUtBeNjAmIn,CoMeoUtAnD P L A Y!"
He cried out for help, for someone to save him. To end this nightmare and tell him it was alright. But the windows had already shattered and she was crawling towards his curled up figure, hands outstretched and laughing at his pathetic state. She would rip his face apa-
"BENJAMIN JOSIAH WEAVER, KEEP IT QUIET WHILE YOU WORK ON YOUR ASSIGNMENT!"
Mr. Crawford slammed the door open, the veins in his forehead bulging, before he stopped and stared at the curled up and weeping figure of the boy, his desk and chair overturned and pen and slate destroyed, the former cutting into his legs and knees. Immediately he rushed up to the boy, rocking him as he yelled his name. But Benny wouldn't answer, he instead curled himself up even further, before closing his eyes as he let his dear baby sister take him and punish him for his sins.
He's so sorry. So very, very sorry.
A gift for @yellowtails420 , I hope you enjoy this poorly written thingy magigy, may edit this later. Apologies if this is so ass water, I frankly don't know how to use Tumblr and my writing is James levels of ass.
(Haha imagine not knowing how to write dialogue couldnβt be me)
ITS FINALLY DONE! This took years off my life for no reason. Also yay I finally drew caleb!! I drew this across like a couple weeks so it looks pretty inconsistent so sorry about that. Idk how to write jokes so yeah
My name is Mohammad, and Iβm reaching out in a moment of desperate need. Iβm a father of three young children living in Gaza, and we are caught in the midst of a catastrophic war. Our home is no longer a safe haven, and the future here seems increasingly uncertain. π
Iβve launched a fundraising campaign with the goal of raising $40,000 to relocate my family to a safer place where my children can grow up in peace and have a chance at a brighter future. ποΈπ΅πΈ
Unfortunately, my previous fundraising efforts were abruptly halted when my account was terminated without explanation. However, I remain determined to keep fighting for my familyβs safety and well-being. π«Ά
If you could take a moment to read our story, consider donating, or simply share our campaign with others, it would make an incredible difference. Every act of kindness, no matter how small, brings us one step closer to safety and a new beginning. π
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HELLO EVERYONE! This is my second Wick theory posted here and I'm glad that I decided to do The Juniper Tree because Oh My God. There's SO much packed into this fairytale.
Long post ahead.
Anyway, for some context: what is The Juniper Tree? Well, it's an old, dark German fairytale that is featured in Journal Page 29 (aka the one related to Caleb)
Well, technically the actual fairytale isn't word-for-word written like how it is in Wick, but still. It's literally a variant of The Juniper Tree. Most people assume this is a poem made by Hellbent Games themselves just to be like βYeah Mary killed Caleb lolβ but it's a full fairytale published by the Brothers Grimm.
So, what are the themes, before we get into all the passages? Well...
Child abuse, murder, CANNIBALISM, and biblical symbolism. Very much in line with Wick, especially Caleb. Be warned, however, the cannibalism thing is an absolute jumpscare if you're reading it for the first time.
Anyway let's get started.
Alright, first things first is that the mom dies during childbirth and another woman (the stepmom) takes her place. Do I think this has any heavy relevance to Wick? Not really. It could be symbolic with Mary, as in once she had Caleb the past her βdiedβ.
The next part about the stepmom loving her daughter but hating her stepson to the point of abuse suggests something not many consider... Caleb, like Tim and Tom, was abused by Mary as well. You'd think for seeming to be the golden child of the family, Mary wouldn't do that to Caleb, but expectations aren't always reality. I mean, none of the items relating to Caleb mentions anything about Mary caring for him, and Old Man Edwards even talks about how Mary seemingly neglected all of her kids. Of course, it'd extend to Caleb.
Another thing is that βthe Evil Oneβ is referenced throughout the story. This is a title of, obviously, the devil. Considering that throughout Wick, there are implications of another supernatural entity, likely a demon, haunting the Weaver family before their deaths... yeah, this is just more evidence.
And now we come to the son's... very fucked up death. This reminds me of how it's sometimes theorized that before being buried alive, Caleb had been struck in the head by the shovel. Like, the βDIG THIS!β achievement's picture shows Caleb being hit with, you guessed it, a shovel. If you look closely at Caleb's model's face, he looks to have some scarring on his face.
Another thing about this scene is the son saying βMother, how angry you look. Yes, give me an apple.β almost feels... defiant in a way? Even if he's always afraid, he still fights back in his own way. This could be how Caleb was as well.
We now have a name for the daughter: Marlene. Or well, in the original English translation, it's Marlinchen, but I'll still use Marlene for simplicity.
This part of the story possibly gives insight into the aftermath of Caleb's disappearance/death. Caleb was likely not fully buried but still died, which left Lillian (who is obviously in the place of Marlene, she is the only daughter after all) to find the body. Being younger, and also the closest to Caleb via the version of the fairytale in the Journal, was devastated.
And then comes the... really fucked up part.
I don't have much to discuss for this, since this part was seemingly removed in the Journal's version. But seriously, this is actually messed up. The dad, largely absent until now, unknowingly EATS HIS OWN SON. The absence of the dad certainly fits with John being absent during the war.
First off is Marlene gathering her brother's bones and tying them up in her (best) scarf before lying them beneath the juniper tree. Like the stepmom killing the son, this matches up with the Journal's version of the fairytale. Lillian likely reburied Caleb, but while Mary was malevolent in burying him alive, Lillian put thought and care into burying Caleb's body as seen in the rags he's wearing in-game. (Another thing is the βcrying tears of bloodβ which makes me think of Lillian's design in No Way Out.)
Second off is the firey entrance of a bird (specified to be a crow in the Journal's version). Fire obviously reminds us of Mary's death, which we will get to later. The bird, if it isn't obvious enough, is the son reborn, and sings atop a goldsmith's house his sad tale. This brings us back to the start of our journey, the Journal's version of this line of dialogue.
I'll skip some of this, but in short, the bird goes to three locations. A goldsmith, a shoemaker, and a mill. Each time, he sings his tale to the people there, who want him to sing it just once again. He's defiant, telling them he'll only do it if they give him something in return.
The goldsmith gives him a golden chain, the shoemaker gives him a pair of red shoes, and the mill workers give him a millstone. The first two are easy, but what in the world is a millstone? Well, it's a stone used for grinding grain and apparently corn. We'll see what it's used for in a short bit.
The bird returns to his father's house! As shown, the dad is happy while the stepmom and Marlene are upset (for different reasons). After this, the bird sets himself on the juniper tree and sings his tale again.
Of course, the stepmom is practically losing it due to the presence of the bird and his singing, but the dad thinks otherwise. He decides to go out and see the bird despite his wife's anxiety.
Quite an interesting line, considering Mary's fate.
Once the bird finishes, he drops the golden chain as a gift to his dad. In response, the dad goes back inside and despite his pleasant encounter, the stepmom is terrified to the point of falling onto the floor. Holy shit. Anyway, the bird sings once more.
Marlene decides that she'll go out and see if the bird will give her something as well. And as the bird finishes, he drops the pair of red shoes down to her as a gift. Marlene became content and happy, putting on the new shoes and going back into the house.
In response, the stepmom...
The stepmom goes out to see if she'll be given something as well. Technically, it did happen. The bird dropped the millstone onto her, instantly killing her. We're back to Mary's death. And even after this, everything related to fire rises, and from that appears the son, no longer a bird, stew, or a corpse.
I don't think this is a βCaleb set the fireβ type of thing. There's more evidence for the twins and the pastor anyway. What I do think this could lead us to is that Caleb at least saw it as a ghost.
Besides that, the line of the dad, son, and Marlene happily going inside and eating is the ending to The Juniper Tree. Which marks my ending to this post!
Thank you for reading my (probably over) analysis of the fairytale concerning Wick's lore. What do you guys think? Do you have any other thoughts about how the story could connect with Wick's lore?
Okay so it's been a while since I've posted this and I doubt most people stay updated on any of my posts, HOWEVER. I read a comment on a youtube video I plan on watching and it felt like getting punched in the gut because it distinctly reminded me of the father unknowingly eating his son's remains in The Juniper Tree... which of course relates itself to John and Caleb.
Considering that it'd require so much outside research that no fan would reasonably know unless they were picking at straws, I heavily doubt it'd be canon in any way. Imagining this comment with Caleb and John is heartbreaking though.
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 deafβ
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.
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