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Jack Jeanne Complete Collection - Interview with Ishida Sui and Towada Shin Translation

This interview is from the Jack Jeanne Complete Collection art book, it’s available on CDJapan and Amazon jp. You can also purchase a digital only version on bookwalker jp. I encourage anyone reading to purchase the game (if you haven't already) or the art book itself to support Ishida and Towada directly. 💕

This is a VERY long interview so I apologise for any typos or errors I may have missed.

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An interview with Ishida Sui and Towada Shin, who both worked on writing the story of Jack Jeanne. In this interview they reveal what went on behind the scenes during production, rejected story ideas and much more. This interview was conducted remotely on the 9th of February 2021.

Interviewer: Yui Kashima

How did Ishida Sui end up making an otome game?

—How did the production of Jack Jeanne begin?

Ishida: It was sometime around Autumn 2015 I think… On an old personal site that I used to run, I received an email from the company Broccoli to an email address that I no longer use. It was a commission request for character designs.

—In 2015 Tokyo Ghoul was still being serialised wasn’t it?

Ishida: Yes. Usually job offers like that go through Shueisha first, so I contacted my editor asking why this one was sent to my private email… At the time, in addition to working on Tokyo Ghoul, I was also drawing illustrations for a tear-off calendar and very busy with various other things, so when my editorial department heard about the offer they seemed very shocked like "What!?".

—Why did you decide to accept the offer even though you were so busy?

Ishida: I would often receive offers asking for me to draw manga or illustrations, so I figured that this one was a similar case. However, some words in the email caught my eye. Like ‘Gender Swap’, ‘Takarazuka’ and ‘All Boys Opera'. When I saw these concept ideas, a dream began to swell in my chest and I felt like giving it a try.

I think if it had just been a normal character design job, I would have turned it down. However just from reading the short brief in the email my interest was piqued. While in discussions with the Young Jump editorial department, I also casually mentioned the kind of offer I’d received to Towada-san.

Towada: Yeah, Ishida-san asked me for some advice. I was also drawn to the ‘Gender Swap’ and ‘Opera’ concepts. I could easily visualise the setting of the story. Additionally, it seemed like it would be a story that included many different themes such as gender. When I thought about that, I figured that Ishida-san would be a good fit, since I knew he would be able to draw something that went beyond all genders.

Ishida: I’ve been drawing androgynous characters for a long time, so Towada-san and I talked and wondered if that's what they must be looking for. After that, I created my own proposal and submitted it to Broccoli.

—You created your own proposal, Ishida-san?

Ishida: When I looked at the original proposal that Broccoli had sent me, a lot of it differed from my personal tastes. It was a very upbeat and dazzling story. It would’ve been hard for me to match my art style to that, so in my proposal I noted things like ‘if it were me, I’d do something more like this’. I was interested in this unpolished gem of a story, so I thought it would be a waste to turn it down altogether. I wanted to at least try throwing my own ideas into the ring, so I spent a week creating the six main characters and sent them in.

—At that time, I heard that the game wasn’t titled ‘Jack Jeanne’ yet, but was instead called ‘Jiemarie’.

Ishida: At first, I wanted to try creating a word that doesn’t exist. So using French as a base, I came up with ‘Jiemarie’ as the game's provisional title. But then a month later when I was reconsidering the title, I looked at it again and thought, damn this looks lame. So I hurriedly called Towada-san on Skype and we entered a discussion that lasted about ten hours over what the title should be.

That’s when we decided on ‘Jack Jeanne’. The male roles take the name from the knight, or the ‘Jack’ in a deck of playing cards. And the female roles ‘Jeanne’ take from the word parisienne and Jeanne d’Arc. When these two terms are put together, I feel like you can comprehend what the game is about with a bit of nuance. Plus you can shorten it to ‘JJ’… That’s also the title of a magazine though (lol).

—Taking on another job whilst your manga was being serialised sounds like it would be tough on you both physically and mentally.

Ishida: I think I must’ve been a bit unwell (lol). My body was fine, but being able to work on something other than a serialised manga was a lot easier on me mentally. I may have seen it as a way to escape, so I didn’t feel that working on two projects at the same time was difficult. When it comes to game development, I can only create what I’m capable of, and there was no set release date yet. Of course, I would work on and submit things whenever I could though.

—What kind of things would you submit?

Ishida: I would sketch character designs, discuss and create story elements with Towada-san and try to put Univeils history into chronological order. Then I would share the progress with Broccoli and have meetings and such with them. In the beginning, rather than having to draw anything yet, it was mostly just brainstorming and planning. That’s why I think I was able to do it all concurrently with the serialisation of my manga.

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How Ishida Sui and Towada Shin know each other

—Do you chat with Towada-san often?

Ishida: Well yeah, she is my older sister after all.

Towada: We talk a lot. When we both have the time we chat over Skype.

Ishida: Once we start the conversation can last up to five or six hours. We mostly talk about things that happened throughout our day. When I’m talking to someone I often bring up something that’s happened to me and ask their opinion on it. She became someone that I could chat with whilst working on my manga. Ever since my student days we’d talk until early morning, I usually told her about storyboards I’d drawn.

—At the Ishida Sui exhibition it was revealed that Towada-san had even given you advice on some of your earliest works.

Ishida: Yeah that’s right. It was a work I’d prepared for a 'bring your own work along' induction course in Tokyo that I attended back in my student days. It was a manga about two characters who eventually became the prototypes for Tsukiyama and Hori Chie in Tokyo Ghoul. It was only about 30 pages long, however when I showed it to Towada-san the day before the presentation, she told me that she thought my linework was too thin.

Towada: Yeah, the overall linework of the manga was thinly drawn. Once I told Ishida-san this thought, he began tracing over his linework and making it thicker. And then when he looked at it again, he said “Yep, I need to redraw the whole thing”.

The linework being too thin was only my personal opinion and the presentation was in Tokyo the next day, so in horror, I began hastily telling him, “You won’t make it in time, stop, stop!”

Ishida: All I could think about was that the lines really were too thin, so I wanted to redraw it. All of the screentones had already been affixed to the panels, but I didn’t want to bring something along with me whilst knowing it wasn’t the best that it could be.

Towada: Ishida-san handled the linework and I helped with redoing the screentones. We worked throughout the night and finished redrawing the whole manuscript. Once it was done, it wasn’t even comparable to the previous version, the lines were powerful and the characters' expressions conveyed a lot. I was seriously worried though (lol), I didn’t know if we’d complete it in time.

Ishida: I couldn’t think about anything other than the lines being too thin, so I wasn’t even worried about whether I had enough time or not.

Towada: I fell asleep halfway through, but you continued and boarded that Tokyo bound flight without having slept a wink, didn’t you?

Ishida: Yeah. I let Towada-san sleep and continued applying the screentones myself right up until the very last minute. I was still applying them whilst on the plane and also after my arrival in Tokyo. I used screentone number 10 a lot, so I remember the scenery around me gradually began to look grainy like the screentone. It felt as though I was hallucinating.

—Sounds like it was a tough manuscript to complete. Towada-san was also the author for the Tokyo Ghoul novels, has your relationship always been one akin to work partners?

Ishida: When it was decided that Tokyo Ghoul would be getting a novelisation, I was given other authors' works to look at. However, none of their styles really clicked with me, and they didn’t seem right for the series. I knew that Towada-san wrote, so I tried reaching out to her.

Although back in the days of Tokyo Ghoul’s serialisation, Towada-san and I didn’t talk as much as we do now. If I had any concerns I would just try and sort them out by myself. We’d always gotten along as brother and sister, however we didn’t really start to have a ‘work partners’ kind of relationship until we started working on Jack Jeanne together.

Towada: That’s true. Back then, we only occasionally conversed regarding the novelisation of Tokyo Ghoul. Before :re we only spoke once every few months over Skype. As Ishida-san said, it wasn’t until I started working on Jack Jeanne that we really started properly talking to one another.

—How often would you contact each other?

Towada: Depending on what stage we were at, we would bounce ideas off each other once every three or so days. Ishida-san would make a request like “I’d be happy if this part of the script was done within the next two weeks.” And then I’d present what I’d written and we’d discuss it and then I’d return to writing again. This process was repeated until Jack Jeanne reached its completion.

—Was Ishida-san the one that reached out to Towada-san to write the script of Jack Janne?

Towada: He didn’t ask me specifically to write the script, early in development he’d ask me to help with some research like “I’d like you to look up some information on this, could you help me?”. I’ve always liked ikusei games and within that genre I also enjoy romance and otome games. So I think that’s why it was easy for Ishida-san to consult me about it. We’ve had a common interest in games ever since we were kids.

Ishida: Back then I played games like ‘Pinnochia no Miru Yume’ and ‘Angelique’. I wanted to try and conquer Marcel in Angelique but it was one difficult game, so it was a tough task. Before I could even raise any flags with him, the training aspect of the game was so hard that no matter how many times I played I never got any good at it.

Towada: I’m the type that loves playing games, so after talking with Ishida-san, I went on to play every popular otome game that had been released around 2015, as well as every Broccoli published otoge. I completed every single character route in those games. I began analysing otome game trends and Broccoli’s brand identity and relayed my findings to Ishida-san. After that, I went along with the Jack Jeanne production team and Makasano Chuuji-san from Shueisha, who was the scriptwriter of the Tokyo Ghoul anime. We all visited the city of Takarazuka for research.

Ishida: I was also supposed to be there for the Takarazuka trip but since I had my manga to worry about, I had Towada-san go and take in the atmosphere in my place.

Towada: I did have to gather material but I think I visited Takarazuka a total of five or six times. From morning I would watch the Takarazuka theatre from afar and simply watch the guests move about, soaking in the atmosphere of the city.

Along with the Takarazuka plays, I also watched student plays, in total I probably went and watched one hundred shows. Theatre shows that are performed by professionals are fully realised and flawless. So getting to see the contrast to student plays, where they progress and improve until the show is complete was a very helpful reference.

I’ve always enjoyed watching plays, so everything I had to research overlapped with my own hobbies. I still shared my own input with Ishida-san though.

Ishida: I’d never formally been asked to write a script before… I felt like a fraud (lol). I think it’s because I’m not very good at being considerate of other people. I don’t think I’d be able to work with anyone other than Towada-san on something.

—Why is that?

Ishida: Well, for one I don’t want to talk to anyone for long periods of time (lol). Because Towada-san understands what aspects of a story are important to me, she’s also able to comprehend what I mean when I talk in abstract concepts. We could save time by not needing to have any pointless discussions.

Towada: Back then Ishida-san was still very busy publishing his manga, so bringing in all sorts of new people to work on the project probably would’ve put quite the burden on him. That’s why I wanted to help him out in some way.

After researching all sorts of things, I ended up participating in a production meeting for Jack Jeanne, but I was not expecting that I myself would end up being in charge of writing the script. Rather, I was more just looking forward to getting to play a game made by Ishida-san. As things progressed though, I was asked to try plotting things out, or to write part of the script to be used temporarily. Eventually I came to think, why don’t I just write the scenario myself?

I’d never written the script for a game before though, so that’s what had been holding me back. Unlike novels, it’s commonplace to not have to write descriptively. Novels are made up of dialogue and descriptions, like describing the setting and characters' expressions or emotions. So I had to spend a lot of time working out how to write to properly convey a story through dialogue alone.

When I first started getting the hang of it, I tried writing a script that still included descriptions but I quickly stopped. Jack Jeanne is about theatre, so I figured that it would be easier to convey the presence and narrative of the story through conversation. I usually write novels, so I was uncertain, but since Jack Jeanne has sprites of the characters on screen, I thought that I could do it. I suppose it’s closer to writing for a manga rather than a novel.

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The rejected character routes

—Before Tokyo Ghoul was completed, what kind of things did you work on?

Ishida: The first two years were mostly spent creating the game’s world and mechanics. Like deciding how many performances there would be, how the plays would be presented. Would it be a dialogue drama? Would there be mini games? Things like that. We also had to decide whether summer break would be included or not, how raising affection would work and how the choices would be presented. Those are the sort of things that were talked about first.

—You got to watch over the entire game’s development then.

Ishida: At first, I got carried away and envisioned a stage play game full of skill mechanics that I personally enjoyed. A busy game full of specs you can raise and improve in mini games, however when I explained these details to a friend of mine, they were like “You’re just imagining a game that you would like, right?”.

They asked me if that’s what the eventual players of Jack Jeanne would be looking for. That same friend said that since it’s a story that deals with the theme of theatre, it would be better if the player could witness the performances themselves. So I took that advice and the prototype of the current Jack Jeanne was created. I told all of this to Towada-san and had her handle the script.

Towada: You can’t write a script without knowing how the game’s system works after all.

Ishida: Now that I think about it, before Tokyo Ghoul was finished, rather than build the game's foundation, all I was really doing was scattering the sand to prepare for said foundation.

When Tokyo Ghoul entered its endgame especially, I really had to concentrate on it, so I took a six month break from Jack Jeanne. Ending a story requires a lot of energy and attention, so I left the practical work of Jack Jeanne to Towada-san and only supervised the music production and attended any important meetings.

—So during serialisation you were making preparations to jump right into it afterwards?

Ishida: Yes exactly. I wasn’t able to do much practical work, so I had Towada-san prepare the script in advance for me. And for the time being, create one character route.

—Which character was it?

Towada: It was Shirota. I wrote about the equivalent length of a short book and it was more or less complete. In the end, we scrapped the entire thing though… Because the atmosphere in the beginning was quite dark.

Ishida: It was dark because I was too used to Tokyo Ghoul. It included issues like a troubled household and severe bullying. Reading something like that wouldn’t put the player in a happy mood.

Despite it being a story about the theatre, my attention drifted to other topics which didn’t fit. And it was me who had asked Towada-san to write something like that… A couple months after the Shirota route had been completed, I read over what Towada-san had written for me once again and realised that it was a bit too gloomy. I’d forgotten what prompt I’d even given to her in the first place (lol).

The first character portraits and CGs that I created were for Shirota too. The reason being that Shirota is the only second year student and he was already a complete individual, so he was easy to create for. As for the third year students, there’s three of them, Fumi, Kai and Neji. Along with Kisa, Suzu and Yonoga are also first years, so continuity and character relationships need to be taken into account in order to create them, so they were a little more complex.

—How did the other characters come to be?

Ishida: At the proposal stage, the first character that I created was Kai. It’s a game where characters will be falling in love and confessing to one another, so first off I wanted a character that was handsome. Then I made Fumi who would be Kai’s partner. After that, I think Shirota was next.

Towada: At first you created the characters by basing them on plays didn’t you?

Ishida: I’m a fan of Yamamoto Shugoro’s work ‘Kikuchiyosho’ so Shirota was created using that as a base. In Shirota's case the genders are swapped, but Kikuchiyosho is a story about a girl who is born into a samurai family and raised as a boy. It has an element of androgyny and portrays the confusion and anger concerning gender quite well.

—How did you select the plays to base the characters on?

Ishida: I chose plays that lots of people are familiar with and would be easy to assign characters to. Kai is ‘The Phantom of the Opera’, Fumi is ‘Salome’, Neji is ‘Faust’ and Yonoga is ‘Shintokumaru’. Kisa and her classmate Ootori are ‘Don Quixote’. Ootori ended up becoming a side character though.

—So Ootori was originally meant to be a main character?

Ishida: Yeah. If I were to compare it to Tokyo Ghoul, Ootori is in the same position as Tsukiyama. I wanted a pompous character like that in Quartz. However I may have made him a little too unique (lol).

I received feedback from Broccoli that they want the main six characters to be an elite group, so a more easy to approach character would be better. So I moved the bright and cheerful character that I had originally made as Onyx’s Jack Ace over. That character was Suzu.

Making the characters personifications of plays started to become difficult to stick with though, so I abandoned the idea entirely halfway through.

—Despite appearing glamorous, the characters are all dealing with their own issues, like certain complexes and family troubles. I think that they’re all conflicts that are easy to sympathise with, how did you decide what the backbone of each character's conflict would be?

Ishida: First I created the character's appearance and then decided what personality would match them. Like with Fumi, when I began to think about making his story about the unique struggles that come with being born into a respected family, if becoming a successor was going to come into question, then he needed to have a brother.

In this way, I worked backwards from the vibe of his appearance and created his home life. I did the same with the other characters too, thinking things like ‘to have a personality like this they must not have parents, or they must struggle with expressing themselves’.

I think that if you let your characters do human-like things, then aspects of them that are easy to sympathise with will be born.

Jealousy, setbacks due to failure, inferiority complexes… Each and every character naturally ended up having some form of theme attached to them.

—I feel as though Kisa had a different sort of personality than that of a typical heroine.

Ishida: To put it simply, I want my protagonists to be fighting something. If they’re not giving it their all, then it’s no good. If they’re just standing around, then you can’t empathise with them.

—There’s times where she draws others towards her or supports those around her. She also has some masculine aspects to her.

Ishida: I think that I’m moved by characters who make me think “This kid’s really admirable”. That’s why I made Kisa a girl who works hard no matter the difficult situation that she’s in. I like Kisa and I’m sure Towada-san feels the same way.

Towada: She’s the result of both of our preferences. While due to the game’s setting, she of course has struggles related to being a girl, but I was careful to write the main thread of her story in a way that transcended gender and instead simply showed her charm as a human being.

—Regarding gender, I was impressed by how neutrally it was portrayed.

Ishida: Yes. Originally, I was going to make Shirota a character with a feminine personality, but I ended up scrapping the idea. In the end, he ended up having more of a masculine mentality. The premise of Jack Jeanne is that boys also play the female roles on stage, but it’s not a metaphor for anything and I didn’t want it to raise any questions. I simply wanted to give it my all creating plays with that setting and create something new and refreshing.

I don’t struggle with any gender related issues myself, so it’s not like I can fully understand what it’s like, but in general I’ve never considered gender to be a very big deal. If someone born male were to tell me “I have the heart of a woman” then I’d just think ‘ok cool’.

To me it feels strange to place so much weight on such an issue. I don't see why others need to be bothered by someone else's gender, I'm not since I myself am not able to speak for such experiences.

Towada: At first, it was possible to take that direction with Shirota but as I continued to write, I came to realise that there was no need to exaggerate any emphasis on his gender identity.

To those looking from an outside perspective, it may seem like a unique identity such as that is a person's defining trait, when in reality it's only just a portion of their whole self. If you consider it to be all they are, then you end up denying the other aspects of that person.

Whilst considering the individually of each character, I kept in mind to write them in a way that seemed natural for them.

—The side character, Tanakamigi Chui of Amber, had a very striking presence. How did you go about creating him?

Ishida: I wanted someone that’s easily understood to be the antagonist, so I went ahead and tried to draw someone who looked like an unstoppable genius. Despite being a second year, it’s as if he controls the school. I wanted an enigmatic and intriguing character like that. Once I named him Tanakamigi Chui I felt as though he was complete and his inclusion in the story was quickly decided on.

—On the flip side, were there any characters that you had a hard time creating?

Ishida: I had to think a little harder about the other members of Amber. They needed to have the aura of the enemy but since they’re only villains in the context of the stage, they’re not actually bad people. So it was hard to find that balance between them.

Visually they’re edgy and have a talented vibe, but they also have their own individual quirks, they’re not all homogeneous. I struggled with Kamiya Utsuri especially, I wanted him to visually look like he could be a Jeanne while also still looking like a boy, so it was difficult to get him right. I didn’t have to do many redesigns though and all the other characters came to be without much trouble.

What I actually had more trouble with, was the fact I made the cast too large. I initially created almost double the amount of first year characters, but when I looked back over the script that Towada-san created, I told her “There’s way too many characters, please cut some of them out.” To which Towada-san replied, “Ishida-san, you’re the one who created them in the first place.” (lol).

Towada: That’s because the cut characters had already appeared in the script (lol).

Ishida: I feel that when there’s too many characters a lot of them get wasted, so just like that I end up creating and scrapping a lot of my characters. I think even Broccoli were surprised by the amount of times I’d suddenly tell them “Oh that character doesn’t exist anymore.”

—Apart from characters, were there any other aspects of the game that were abruptly discarded?

Ishida: The performances I suppose… Originally I had wanted there to be a larger variety of shows, but if you were to put all of them in the script it probably would’ve ended up being three million characters long.

In the beginning of development, I had originally planned for each character's route to have a different final performance. There’s six main characters, and including Kisa’s route, that would total to seven unique shows.

Before that there’s the newcomers, summer, autumn and winter performances, so I arranged to have a script written for each. Basically I wanted to include more shows and increase the amount of sub stories, but that would be confusing to play through and development would never end. The game engine has its limits too, so I decided to keep it simple.

Towada: It would’ve been difficult to play through all that as well (lol). For the final performance, we settled on it being one show and letting the player enjoy it from each character’s perspective instead. And even then, there’s still over 20 different endings to the game, so it still took a long time until everything was fully complete.

—Newcomers, summer, autumn, winter and the final performance, were these five show’s scripts all original?

Towada: Yes. However at first, like the characters, we had planned to base them on famous productions. Like Shakespeare or fairy tales. We figured that players would find it easy to get immersed in plays that they were already familiar with.

Ishida: For the newcomers' performance, I thought we could have a show called ‘House of Biscuits and Candy’ based on Hansel and Gretel. I had also originally planned to use each character's motif to base the plays on.

Towada: Like Shintokumaru, right?

Ishida: Yeah yeah. I even went as far as getting permission to use it, but if the show were to be following a story that already exists, then the script would be bound to it. Once I understood that it would make it difficult to relate the stories to Univeil, we decided to create the plays ourselves.

Since I acquired the permission to adapt Shintokumaru though, maybe I’ll have to make a manga about it someday…

By the way, the one who was saying “Let’s do this” and then changing it to “Nevermind let’s not” was all me. I’ll start on something wholeheartedly thinking that it’s the right choice before realising halfway through that I can’t actually take it anywhere and stop. Jack Jeanne’s development was full of trial and error.

Whenever I’m about to start something, Towada-san will express her concerns with my ideas but I always end up pushing on with them only to ultimately scrap it.

I probably have at least ten books worth of scrapped drafts alone. I had no real knowledge of how to properly craft a story. I hadn’t drawn anything other than Tokyo Ghoul, so even though I had no idea what the fundamentals of storytelling were, I misunderstood that I could write other kinds of stories too. This time around I studied and revised each time… I really learnt a lot.

Towada: You learn things by doing them, so I think I just got used to it (lol). Also, you don’t commonly see stories presented within stories, I thought that it was a rare case for a game especially.

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The story behind ‘Lyrics: Ishida Sui’

—You also wrote the lyrics for each of the songs used in the performances didn’t you, Ishida-san?

Ishida: Yes, that’s how things ended up. It goes without saying, but no one, including myself, thought that I’d be the one writing the lyrics.

Originally Broccoli brought in several professional lyricists and had me look over what they’d written. However I couldn’t help but feel that they were lyrics I’d heard somewhere before, or they at least didn’t leave a unique impression on me. I did feel the finesse of a professional, and they were beautiful lyrics that fit the story in one way or another… But the words used didn’t touch on the core of the story.

The songs in Jack Jeanne are stage songs that Neji wrote for the members of Quartz. So unless you’re familiar with the setting and understand how the characters are feeling, then you won’t be able to write lyrics that perfectly fit the scenario.

While I knew that my lyric writing technique would be far from that of a professionals, I thought that no one understands and loves these characters more than me, so I approached Broccoli about it. I’d poured my heart into not only the character designs, but also the story and system of the game, so I didn’t want to compromise on the lyrics and have them pale in comparison.

So, to the best of my ability, I wanted to at least try my hand at writing them. I had Broccoli check whether or not what I’d written was viable and asked them “If there are no problems, then please let me write the lyrics.”

—Did you sing the temporary vocals for the songs too?

Ishida: When I submitted the lyrics to Broccoli, I got the normal response of “Thank you, we’ll leave the temporary vocals to you.” Along with this message they also wrote “You can hire a professional vocalist if you’d like, or you could record the temporary vocals yourself.”

Because of this I started thinking that maybe I should record them myself. Similar to how one wouldn’t be able to write lyrics for the songs without a deep understanding of the story, if you weren’t the one who wrote the lyrics, you wouldn’t know how they’re supposed to be sung either.

So, after deciding that I had to be the one to do it, I made preparations to acquire some audio recording equipment and downloaded some editing software. I divided up the parts and harmonised with myself and over the course of three days, I finished recording the temporary vocals. That’s more or less how I did it.

—When recording yourself singing, being self conscious about it can interfere, can’t it?

Ishida: I don’t think I was possessed by him or anything, but… When I tried to go all out, as expected I felt a bit hesitant, so I began recording whilst imagining I was Neji.

In the game, Neji is the one who writes the scripts, so surely he would also write the lyrics and subdivide the song and do everything himself. So I got through it thinking like that. In that pumped up mental state, I sent in the temporarily recorded songs but all Broccoli said back was “Alright, let us know your upcoming schedule”, I got so carried away that I was somewhat bewildered by the cold response (lol).

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Recruiting via DM, gathering specifically selected creators

—It appears the creators you gathered to handle things such as the concept art and music are all people whose work you enjoy.

Ishida: Yes. Almost everyone was sent a targeted offer. For example, I’ve always loved the concept artist Lownine-san’s work ever since I was a student. I suppose you could say I was jealous of how high quality their artwork is… They’re someone who I thought I'd never be able to beat in my entire life. Lownine-san is an amazing artist who is especially good at blending characters into their backgrounds.

When we were creating Jack Jeanne, I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to pull something like that off, so I definitely wanted to recruit Lownine-san for the job. After getting permission from Broccoli, I reached out to Lownine-san myself through Twitter DM’s. I had only appreciated Lownine-san’s work from afar, and we’d never actually interacted before, but we did both follow each other. I received a reply that Lownine-san was fully on board to accept the job.

Towards the end of Jack Jeanne’s development, I got the chance to speak with Lownine-san, so I asked them “Could you teach me how to draw?” They gladly accepted this request and taught me how to draw whilst screen sharing over Skype. However, in about 10 minutes, they’d already drawn such an amazing piece that I felt I should just put my pen down (lol).

Towada: You were a little down after that, weren’t you?

—Had you been a fan of Kosemura-san, who was in charge of music, since you were a student as well?

Ishida: Yes, I’ve listened to Kosemura-san’s music a lot since I was a student. When I was brainstorming what kind of music would fit Jack Jeanne, Kosemura-san’s ‘Light Dance’ immediately came to mind, since it fit perfectly. Because I didn’t have any personal connections to Kosemura-san however, I didn’t know how to get in contact with him, so I made the request through Broccoli. I only found out about this recently, but apparently Kosemura-san almost turned the offer down*, I was quite shocked to hear that (lol).

*When the initial request was sent, it was under wraps that the game was being made by Ishida Sui, and since Kosemura-san didn’t have much experience in writing game music, he wasn’t optimistic about the offer. However, later, when he learned that it was a game being made by Ishida Sui, he readily accepted the offer.

—How did Seishiro-san, who was in charge of the choreography, get chosen for the job?

Ishida: A very long time ago I saw the group Tokyo Gegegay appear on a program called DANCE @ HERO JAPAN and I remember thinking ‘this group is crazy good’ and I was immediately charmed by them. After that, whilst I was looking through more videos of Tokyo Gegegay on YouTube, I happened upon a studio workshop video and discovered Seishiro-san.

—What about him caught your eye?

Ishida: Whilst first and foremost his dancing was super sexy, it also had a certain strength to it. I remember thinking that he danced in a way that embraced the best elements of both masculinity and femininity. And that had stayed in my memory ever since. When Seishiro-san was recording motion capture for the game, he allowed me to interrupt and even taught me some of the choreography.

(note: you can watch Seishiro dance here, he is also the choreographer behind this RADWIMPS music video!)

—I hear you’ve known Gyudon-san, who was in charge of making the movies, since your Tokyo Ghoul days.

Ishida: Yes. Around the time volume 13 of Tokyo Ghoul was set to be released, we held a still image MAD (Music Anime Douga) contest. The grand prize winner of said contest was Gyudon-san, who at the time was still only a student. The way they made a video by manipulating the manga panels to move so fluidly was really cool and stood out from the rest.

Around when Tokyo Ghoul had ended and :re was about to start, I had Gyudon-san make a minute long video for me. After that, Gyudon-san grew in popularity and became someone whose work is in high demand, so they seemed very busy.

However when Jack Jeanne was announced, we were able to have them create a promotional video for us. Since I’ve known them since Tokyo Ghoul, I figured I couldn’t go wrong entrusting the job to Gyudon-san. They didn’t just deliver their finished work without a word either, Gyudon-san also made a variety of suggestions and worked on the project with a positive attitude. For the videos used in the performances, I was asked to provide materials and became very involved in the process. I think it took about two weeks… Despite the really tight deadline, Gyudon-san allowed me to catch up and was super helpful.

I was also the one who reached out to Touyama Maki-san, who was in charge of creating the in-game chibi characters and the 4koma manga used for promotional purposes. During Tokyo Ghoul’s publication, Touyama-san would draw short comics for the series as a hobby, I thought they were a nice person for doing so. Their art was great too and I was very thankful. So when it was decided that we’d be displaying chibi characters during the game’s lesson segments, I wanted to leave it to Touyama-san and sent them the offer.

(note: this is the MAD that gyudon won the contest with, they now regularly make moving manga CM's for jump titles, they make the Choujin X ones too!)

~ ~ ~

The winter performance moves into Quartz’s ending, and the divergence in the story since the beginning of the year drastically branches off

—The performances, packed full of each of the character’s skills, continue for a year and pass by in the blink of an eye. Once the new year breaks, it feels as though the atmosphere of the game drastically changes. What were your intentions behind this?

Towada: That’s when the character route specific endings begin. So we packed all the needed material to set them up into the winter performance.

Ishida: The winter performance is like an ending for Quartz as a whole, so we packed it full of good lines and scenes without holding back. I may have used up all of my cards but by using them all without compromise, we were able to make the story reach a nice peak. After that, the story switches to focusing on each character's individual ending.

Towada: We used a lot of great material in the winter performance, which meant the final performance would have to be even better still. In a good way, it gave us a higher hurdle that we now needed to overcome.

—So you needed to create even more anticipation heading into March?

Towada: From January to March, each character’s route is completely different. From the new year onwards I needed to create seven different scripts, so it was very challenging. The amount of text for the last three months of the game alone just about eclipses the amount of text from up until the winter performance. There was so much to write that I began to fear I wouldn’t even be able to finish it.

Ishida: Having more choices that drastically change the ending of the game makes the player feel more involved. So, despite it making things tougher on ourselves, around the time we were working on the autumn performance is when we began thinking about how the game’s big branches should work. Along with the main routes, we also planned for there to be the option to deepen your bonds with the side characters.

—How did you go about creating the confession scenes?

Towada: Before the winter performance, to some extent each character has already grown closer to Kisa, so I kept in mind not to disrupt that flow. Since if I didn’t make it a confession that respected both Kisa and her suitor’s feelings, then I felt it would spoil the fun.

—Is that how you approached the ‘realising Kisa’s a girl’ scenes as well?

Towada: Yes, I suppose so. As I was writing the script, I knew that a point was going to come where Kisa would have no choice but to acknowledge the fact that she’s a girl. There’s characters that realise her true gender once their bond deepens and on the flip side, there are some who don’t realise it at all. There’s also the case of Yonaga, who knew Kisa’s situation from the beginning. I guess you could say each reveal followed one of these three patterns. Those who came to realise it, those who didn’t notice anything and those who knew from the start. I think they ended up being nice variations and I put careful consideration into writing them to make sure none of the realisations felt forced.

Also, the beginning half of the story is akin to that of a sports drama about teenagers putting on shows together, so the room for romance to be added is limited. That’s why, when I first started adding romantic elements to the character routes, it felt strange to me, so I discussed it with Ishida-san. I wasn’t able to effortlessly soak the story in romance. I think I had to rewrite Shirota’s ending at least three times…

Ishida: Shirota was who you tried writing an ending for first after all.

Towada: Shirota and Kisa aren’t the sort of people who’d be all flirty, and Shirota’s initial route was already muddy, so it was difficult to pull everything together. However, once I stopped trying to write in a way that forced romance on them and instead wrote them becoming closer as partners, things went more smoothly.

It may not be a stereotypical sort of love, but it was a human love. I thought that the natural way these two would be drawn together wouldn’t be through whispering sweet nothings to one another, but instead by coming to understand one another without having to exchange words at all. Once I’d completed Shirota’s route, to some extent, I continued writing the other routes in a similar way.

Ishida: While it’s true Shirota acts like that, the other characters all act differently. To the point some aren’t even comparable. In contrast to Shirota, Suzu’s route ended up being more of your stereotypical kind of romance. I thought that it would be nice for each character to have their own unique form of love.

Towada-san’s strong suit is writing a love story with your more classic otome guys like Suzu and Kai. I have no idea about that kind of thing, so I left Towada-san to pour her own ideas into their routes. On the flip side, characters like Fumi and Neji were dyed more with my own ideas. Neji’s way of flirting especially were mostly lines that I requested.

Towada: He’d say “Make him say something like ‘Try seduce me!’ Because I want this CG to appear.” (lol).

Neji especially plays with his words a lot, so unless Ishida-san told me what wordplay to write, I wouldn’t have been able to expand on it. Ishida-san has a very unique way of phrasing things, so I asked him for advice a lot to make sure I was making Neji speak in a Neji-like way. I then arranged the lines and created events in order to reach the intended goal. I constructed the route in a way that wouldn’t disrupt the flow of the story. As for Fumi, Ishida-san wrote his route himself.

Ishida: Yes, I wrote it all myself.

—Well isn’t this quite the exciting plot twist?

Ishida: I turned into quite the young maiden myself (lol). Even though I’m clumsy at it… I began wondering why I ended up loving writing it so much. I added some lines that have more of an adult and deeper meaning to them, so when I played the route myself I was like “Woah!”.

Towada: It’s more interesting if at least one character is that way. From the early days of production, I’d quietly wanted Ishida-san to write a character himself, so I was happy. I was unsure how to deal with Fumi too, so it was a big help that Ishida-san took him on. His route ended up being a lot sweeter than I’d been expecting though, it got my heart racing (lol).

Ishida: I was also the main writer for Kisa’s solo route. There’s no romance in it, but it’s an ending where long lasting friendships are born and it ended up being the kind of story you’d see in an uplifting shoujo manga.

Towada: It’s full of Ishida-san’s flair, I loved it.

Ishida: If love is a lie, then how do you face that lie? That’s the sort of thing I thought about. Kisa is lying about her gender and pretending to be a boy, but Neji, Suzu, Fumi, Yonaga and so on, are also hiding lies within themselves.

The fact they’re all hiding their true motives is something that they have in common with Kisa. Whilst hiding, the two grow closer. I think that a confession is a scene where all these lies intersect and burst open. Everyone is lying, and I thought that was like a play, without realising it I think that slowly became the theme of the work.

As people, we meet others whilst lacking something and some people end up becoming a necessary part for someone else. I wanted to see a drama like that. Despite it being a game with confession scenes, I wanted it to be a story that both women and men alike are able to identify with.

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From thorns to rounded edges, how the style of work transformed

—If there was a small novels worth of rejected material, then how many books worth of words made it into the final game?

Towada: In terms of paperback books, probably about twenty volumes worth.

—Because as well as the main scenario, there’s also the sub scenarios and the stage plays?

Ishida: As much as time allowed, I put my all into creating the game. However there was a deadline for things like the voiceline recordings, so I was working both day and night to get things done in time.

Towada: I was only getting around three hours of sleep. I feel like at one point Ishida-san didn’t sleep for four days.

Ishida: I was in a serious pinch so I don’t remember it well, but when I was writing the script I would hole myself up in a manga cafe for around thirty hours at a time. Multiple times a month. Once I felt as though I’d written to a good point, I’d go home only to return to the manga cafe again. Why? Because I was sleeping in the manga cafe. I mays well have been living there…

Towada: Once Ishida-san had finished writing his part of the script, he’d have me check it. So at the same time, I’d have Ishida-san check what I’d written.

Ishida: For a period of time it seemed like Towada-san was always awake. Whenever I would send a check request she always responded right away regardless of the time, so I figured she must not be sleeping.

So that my productivity wouldn’t be affected, I made sure to sleep at a regular time, however I’d be awake for like 30~40 hours at a time and then sleep for 10 and then be awake again for another 40. My sleeping patterns would repeat in this cycle. During Tokyo Ghoul’s serialisation my sleeping patterns were similar, so to some extent I might’ve gotten used to it.

—That’s just like Neji-senpai, isn’t it?

Ishida: Yeah yeah, I worked in a similar way to him. However in Neji’s case, he can complete a script just one day after coming up with the idea for it, so he works way faster than us. It took us around two months to write parts of the script, so Neji really is a genius isn’t he? I was writing whilst wishing I could be like Neji.

After experiencing writing a script, I’ve come to have a lot of respect for authors. Writing is completely different from drawing. When writing I need to really concentrate on it, I can’t multi-task or think about anything else. Whereas with drawing, there are some things that can be done as long as you can move your hand, so I can talk to someone whilst drawing or watch a movie in the background or work whilst thinking about other things. I can’t do that when I’m writing though, I was starting to wonder if I really had to think so deeply about everything I wrote.

—During the production of Jack Jeanne, as you worked on the script or the lyrics etc, did you notice any changes in how you worked?

Ishida: For Tokyo Ghoul, I was always consciously adding things, meaning I would draw everything that I came up with. I thought that it was fine to only put 20% of my output into the characters and dialogue. However, when I was working on Jack Jeanne, I began to think that my method of just adding things was incorrect and that I should also consciously remove things. It’s ok to just be left with what’s necessary. My way of thinking ended up being the exact opposite to before.

—What brought about this change in thinking?

Ishida: It was early in production, when I had asked Towada-san to write Shirota’s route for me, I got concerned about the ‘sharpness’ of the story. As I mentioned earlier, I ordered Towada-san to add this and that and sent her walking on a long journey. Except, what lay completed at the end of that road was such a painful story that even I myself was shocked by it. When I looked down at the world I had created it was as if I’d received a psychological shock. I think I even smelt the faint scent of blood.

—From thorns to rounded edges. I still remember the comment you made during a press conference saying, “I was careful to not kill off any characters”.

Ishida: Stories where characters die are usually fast paced with high stakes, however, the kids at univeil are living a different kind of story. I had to consider the best way to create drama in that kind of setting. I thought about it a lot and it may have only ended up being possible because of the fact it was a game.

—Why is that?

Ishida: Because of the flow of the dialogue, backed by Kosemura-san’s music while it's being read out by all of the voice actors. It all comes together as one… That’s what I think at least. Writing and illustrating are Towada-san and I’s main domain of expertise, but I think that it was thanks to all of the other various creators involved that we were able to create something new.

—Do you think anything about yourself changed, Towada-san?

Towada: It came down to the fact I wanted to create something for Ishida-san whilst there were also things that I wanted to add myself. This dilemma caused me trouble at times, however when I started to consider what components I should add, or which ones I should remove, I began to discover what elements I liked and what my own skillset was.

The way that Ishida-san and I go about creating stories is different. I came to understand that Ishida-san’s strong point is creating impactful scenes, whilst mine is plotting and world building. Ishida-san being in charge of the pivotal scenes would make things more exciting, so I concentrated on writing everything else whilst keeping the balance in mind. Through working on Jack Jeanne, I’ve become able to say that my strong suit is being able to create a story that flows well.

It may be true that by working with other people, you come to understand more about yourself. Starting with Ishida-san, I also looked at what the other creators were doing and thought ‘so this is how they interpret the story.’ Seeing what they came up with made me notice different approaches that I hadn’t thought of.

I’d write whilst listening to Kosemura-san’s music and decide which way to take a scene. Or I’d watch Seishiro-san dance and think about how I could make the performances more exciting. We were all connected in some way. Novels are usually written alone by one person, so I came to learn the thrill of working on something in a team.

—The way you all came together as gears to create a single work sounds similar to the story of Univeil.

Towada: True. I never thought I’d experience something straight out of my youth again at this age. Being helped by other team members or being supported by them, being motivated by simple phrases like “It was great” or “I like this idea”.

For example, when I was working on the final phases of the story, I was just writing and writing with no end in sight, I couldn’t take it anymore and my pen just stopped moving. During this dire moment so close to the end, my proofreader messaged me saying, “You’re almost done.” And with that simple message alone, it was as if a burst of light appeared before my eyes. Everything had gone pitch black, but they lit everything back up again. Ishida-san also wrote some of the script, so I didn’t feel as alone.

Ishida: At that time I left all my drawings alone and decided to solely focus on the scenario.

Towada: Yeah, because I hit a point where I wasn’t able to write it on my own anymore… When Ishida-san sent me the script he’d written, it was interesting and I let out a breath of relief. I felt the joy of being able to see someone else's work. I was the same as the Univeil students who find joy in performing with others. I definitely wouldn’t have been able to do it if I was alone.

Ishida: You’ve got that right. I think that if anyone was missing from the team, it wouldn’t have worked out. Not to mention that in my case, everyone’s contributions were directed to me, and they were all people that I’d personally gathered.

With manga, even if it comes to the worst case scenario, at the very least it would all just fall on me. However this game isn’t just something I made on my own, I need to contribute as much as I can or the efforts of everyone around me will go to waste as well. There was a moment where I felt afraid of having such a heavy responsibility placed on me. However, if I had tried to do it all on my own, I think I would have given up.

By listening to wonderful music, reading interesting scripts and moving forward together with everyone, I was inspired. Coming together with fellow creators to make one work came with a lot of challenges, but it was fun. It was refreshing being in an environment working alongside other people, and because of it I was able to experience something new.

—Has working alongside other people changed the way you work at all?

Ishida: Right now I’m still in the state immediately after being swept away by the raging waves of a storm, so I’m not sure how I really feel yet. I’m in the phase of just watching what becomes of Jack Jeanne as the waves subside.

Even though the script and illustrations were done, like bonus stages lots and lots of new tasks kept popping up. So I was still busy with work up until the beginning of October last year. When I looked at some of the thoughts people had on the demo version of the game, it felt as though what we’d all been working so hard on had finally taken shape, and I was relieved.

Working on this project I’ve come to learn both the hardships and the fulfilment that comes with creating something with others. So, I suppose I’ve started considering working on something by myself again… I’m not trying to say that it’s in my nature to want to work alone, I think I’m just experiencing some kind of aftershock. I think the waves are returning.

Towada: I’m still working overtime and supervising Jack Jeanne (lol). Like checking content that will be posted on social media, as well as the 4koma manga. Content is still being released and there have been bug reports from some people who played the demo… Meaning that my journey is still not over yet. I think that things should calm down once the game has been released for a while.

Ishida: Yeah, probably after around five months (lol).

—After their final performance, the members of Quartz all threw a party to celebrate. Did you and the rest of the creators do the same upon the game's completion?

Towada: I celebrated with Ishida-san as siblings. And then afterwards we got swamped with work again (lol).

Ishida: Yeah, we didn’t end up meeting with the other developers or the voice cast. Big project after parties aren’t as common these days, but I do want to hear everyone’s stories of any struggles they had.

Towada: There were way too many people involved in total for me to be able to speak with them all, but I’d still love to convey my impressions to them. Like letting them know what I thought was good, or letting them know that a certain thing really helped me out.

Ishida: Ideally I would like to gather everyone and really have it feel that ‘this is the team of people that created Jack Jeanne’ and I’d like to express my gratitude to them all in person. I hope that an opportunity like that will come one day.

~ ~ ~

#jack jeanne #sui ishida #towada shin #translation #jack jeanne translation #jack jeanne interview #sui ishida translation #otome game #jack jeanne art book

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dotster001 · 1 year

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hihi! just in here to say that i love your twisted earth au very much, its such an interesting concept and i love the way you write the characters?!!?!/ and to request some twisted earth hcs with rollo, chenya, and neige!

Twisted Earth Part Six

Summary: non NRCx gn!reader. You are the game. They are real.

A/N: full disclosure, I'm on the English server and have worked really hard to avoid masquerade spoilers. So Rollo's part is based on the snippets I've seen. After I play the event, if I think my assessment is off, I'll redo his part. Also, initially I was going to have Neige be a VA of your best friend, but an anon gave me an idea to have him as a villain. Special thanks to you boo!

Parts: One Two Three Four Five

He is a little like Floyd in that he's always searching for fun. Unlike Floyd, instead of crashing, he just continues to up the silliness stakes. His friends downloaded the game on his phone as an attempt to keep him out of trouble for a while.

And it worked! Kind of! When he's not sneaking onto NRC campus, or going to his own classes, he's got his eyes trained on his phone. It's the first time a lot of his peers have ever seen him sit still.

He decided you would be the most fun to prank, and the most likely to enable his behavior. Whether this is true or not, if you were real, he'd be dragging you along for the ride. I wish you luck man. If you think you hear breathing or giggling behind you, but can't see anyone, trust your instincts. He wants to see you jump.

He didn't start playing until later so he only has one or two of your cards. He is incredibly jealous of his classmates who have the cards he wants, and may or may not make it very difficult for them to play during event periods so that they don't get any farther ahead of him.

He's been acting ever since he was a child. But he's never gotten a chance to let loose! With this project, it wouldn't be outright clear that Neige was in it at all, so he got to be an antagonistic millionaire's son in the second book. And he had so much fun! Plus, now he's friends with all these voice actors, who really want to allow him the chance to let loose as the villain. He's so excited for his new opportunities!

He plays because it reminds him of working with his voice actor friends. Because the cast was so large though, he didn't have a chance to work with everyone. You and your immediate friend group were not an arc he got to see come together. He thinks that's why he was drawn to you. You were a route that was completely new to him. The novelty, and just how precious of a character you seem to be, keeps his attention, no matter how long he plays.

If you were real, he would wrap you in a blankie and tell you all the ways he loved you until you loved yourself, and could never doubt in yourself. He really really really wants to kiss the tip of your nose. (He can't explain it. It's just an urge he has)

He has all of your cards but one. It's just the bonus of playing since its release. He's missing an event card where you are dressed in a Halloween costume. He really wanted it too, but it's alright! He can just ask to see the script, that way he doesn't miss the story.

A world without magic? Magicless humans? He is wondering if the Devs got a little glimpse of heaven when they were making this game.

You. You are so perfect. You could be his pure human, who will help him fix this world. After he helped you see the light of course.

(I am so sorry. My image of him is kind of like a psycho)

He plays after a long hard day of being surrounded by flawed mages (himself included). It just eases his spirit a little bit. Not all is wrong with the world.

He doesn't really bother collecting cards. He has what he has and he's alright with it. He gets what he needs from you from the main story, and his late night shower thoughts.

Side note, he does not like other people's fan theories about you. Only his are correct, and he'll fight people on it until they get annoyed and give up.

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #chenya #twst chenya #chenya x reader #twst chenya x reader #neige leblanche #twst neige #neige leblanche x reader #neige x reader #rollo flamm #rollo flamm x reader #twst rollo #rollo x reader

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i believe to everyone who watches bridgerton it is noticeable that there is a difference between the behavior of colin in season 1 and season 2. while s1 colin is playful, flirty, kind of hopeless romantic, s2 colin is more self reflective as a whole.

i was, then, wondering to myself the reasoning behind this change of character. there is the obvious one for anyone watching the show: he went through a deception and a broken engagement, and still was recovering himself.

and then there was the reason more obvious for book fans: they were preparing him for the next season that would be, in fact, his (i don’t know about you, but since first watching s2 i suspected s3 would be polin because of colin’s reflections). his dilemma over seeking a purpose is a considerable part of his book character but it’s something that led to his character development, being an internal struggle.

but, while overthinking him (as one does), i found myself another important point that i had not yet thought about: colin spends most of his time in season 2 with penelope. if you pay attention to it, most of the times he is engaging in conversation is with her.

so, my point is: we could see more of colin’s insecurities as penelope is the only one he trusts with these topics, especially after they exchange letters for months (which only makes me believe that they became much more closer, as both of them communicate better through writing). as he spends a lot of time with her, someone who lets him open up, he, therefore, opens up to us too. we see his struggle. we see his admiration when she talks about her purpose. we see her suggestions to him as to go after a purpose of his own — and he does. colin still is the playful, charming man he’s always been, but with penelope he’s comfortable enough to be more than that.

i believe that is a good sign for season three as well. having colin’s insecurities out in the open leaves space for him to find out what fulfills him (hopefully his writings lol), to see the importance penelope has in his life and to deal with all the drama that will involve other plots. i also believe this is why this season is going to be lighter and more romantic than the other two: the characters will know each other from the beginning (even with other misunderstandings between them). we’ll have space for love and banter and support and friendship while also having the other side of their relationship. we’ll have space to see them growing together, as we’ve been seeing them growing on their own since s1.

even if it’s not book accurate, we’ll have colin and penelope’s story. and to me that’s what matters the most <3

#polin #colin and penelope #romancing mister bridgerton #bridgerton #i really love them #will protect colin bridgerton at all costs #penelope featherington the woman you are #i really need may to come sooner

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emmarobertsslut · 1 year

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Hiya! Hope you’re doing well. So, I was wondering if I could request a Love Quinn x Fem Reader.

I’m thinking a story with Love and her hot gym trainer, Y/N. Over the months that Love has been training with the reader she comes to see that the reader is actually a huge softie, despite being rough around the edges. Love starts to follow reader around town and watches her interact with others, she then starts to find herself obsessed with reader and wanting to have her rely on herself. Honestly, I can imagine Love using her money to hire some thugs to break into the reader’s place and trash it so that the reader thinks someone’s out to get them, only to slowly start to rely on and fall in love with Love.

Maybe a dom/sub relationship with a service bottom!reader. All other kinks and any smut are up to you!

You can rely on me

Love Quinn x Fem!Reader

Warnings: stalking, breaking and entering, usual ‘you’ stuff. Masturbating in the open, smut, mommy kink, overstim, fisting. Receiving (R), hair pulling, squirting.

Request: Yes

Summary: Love starts falling for her sexy gym trainer, Y/n. She can’t help it when she hires people to break into her home. Only wanting Y/n to be codependent on her.

“So we’re gonna start with doing squats. Try and get to 10 reps today.” You state as you look over at Love to make sure she understood what you were saying.

But Love was too busy looking at your glistening abs, all sweaty from your previously shared 5 mile run.

“Love?” She looks back at you, and nods, going on the floor starting push ups. You smirk, “Love. I said squats. Not pushups.”

She glances up at you and stands up, cheeks reddening a bit in embarrassment. “Sorry.”

“Its okay. Try not to stare at me too much next time.” You wink at her and she playfully rolls her eyes.

A few weeks ago, you started warming up to Love, and she hasn’t stopped thinking about you since. You weren’t always the most open book, but Love respected that about you.

So when your blank stares and talk less workouts turned into happy smiles and small turns of flirting (or she thinks) Love couldn’t help but want to be around you more often.

She’d start with the little things first. Like bringing in some small pastries, offering you some before you guy’s do a workout. Then wanting to have more trainings with you.

Which led to your training right now, where she accidentally embarrassed herself, she just couldn’t help it when you flaunted yourself in a sports bra and the tiniest of shorts on your body.

Although you were with her right now, you’d be off to train some other girl or guy who’d also lust over your gorgeous body.

When the training session ended, you both parted ways, well you thought you did. Love ended up following you, wanting to keep track of your daily routines.

Now you were at some random restaurant with another girl, maybe a friend? Possibly more. Either way it didn’t stop her from glaring at the woman sat across from you.

The woman was all over you during the lunch, obviously not just some friend but a threat to Love. Suppose she’d worry about that later though.

You didn’t seem to interested in her, smiling slightly and telling her you have to leave, another training session that started shortly.

Who knew you’d be a liar? Love followed you close behind, watching you walk into your home. She peered into your window, watching you undress and hop into the shower. You cleaned yourself off and got out 10 minutes later.

Love sat down behind god knows what, checking her surroundings, making sure no one was close by. She let her hand creep it’s way into her pants and start making slow antagonizing circles around her clit, staring at your plump breasts, that anyone could see if they just looked at your window.

She imagined it was your fingers that slowly entered her slit, she sped up the pace hurrying to reach climax before you were to get dressed.

Love decided when you two got together she would make sure to get you curtains for the windows.

She moaned loudly as she came all over her fingers, not caring if somebody was near or heard her.

Her hand was shaky from the pleasure, she dialed a number and put the phone up to her ear. “I need you to break into this women's house.”

You walked into your home after a quick walk to get coffee and gasped when you saw your place was trashed. Broken plates and ripped up furniture in your house.

You started tearing up and looked at the time seeing you have a training session in 5 minutes with Love. You might have to cancel.

You shot her a quick text saying something came up and you guys would have to reschedule soon.

Love frowned when she received the text, she knew you had just stepped into your house, and probably saw all of the broken things.

She only did this so you would want to be closer to her, not have you start being distant. She texted you back: Everything alright? I can come over.

She didn’t think it was too forward, she considered you both to be friends, of course she wanted more, she just had to be patient.

You replied to her text saying someone had broken into your house, and she could come but she shouldn’t feel obliged to help out with the mess.

Love smirked. You took the bait. Luckily for her, she was already outside of your house, deciding it’d be best to wait a few minutes, not wanting it to seem like she was already at your house.

She ringed on the door bell sometime later, and you opened it, mascara running down your face from tears, yet Love thought you still looked fucking beautiful.

“Hey.” You muttered, rubbing your eyes. You opened the door more and welcomed her in. She fake gasped, acting like she wasn’t expecting this.

“Oh my god. What happened.” She demanded, pulling you into a long hug, breathing in your vanilla scent.

You pulled back after a few minutes, “A break in. I still have to call the police, but I don’t know what I’m gonna say.”

“It’s alright. Maybe you could come over to my place for the rest of the week.” She suggests

“I don’t want to be a bother.” You begin, starting to decline her offer. She cuts you off rather quickly.

“Not a bother at all! I love spending time with you..” You smile at her. “Thank you, Love”.

It had been 2 months after your crazy break in and well you and Love have started dating. Love finally got what she wanted. You.

And you are so head over heels in love with her, and she loves it. You guys are always with each other and needless to say, Forty’s been a bit jealous. But, he’s overall happy that his sister finally found someone to love.

You both are always all over each other, so codependent.

Which one thing led to another and now your whimpering under a thirsty Love Quinn.

“Good girl.. keep going, just like that princess.” You slur, high off the feeling of her going down on you. The way her fingers curled in a ‘come hither’ motion inside of you, hit your G spot perfectly.

Love whimpered at the pet names, your praises only keeping her fuel going. Wanting to please you.

“Fuck, making mommy feel so good..” She kisses from your neck all the way down to your clit, giving your sensitive bud small kitten licks.

“Mommy, wanna shove my whole hand in you.” You moan and frantically nod, panting when she adds a fourth finger.

She keeps fingering you with the four fingers, feeling you tighten around her fingers. “Gonna cum for you, doll. All for you.”

She wraps her mouth around your nipple, sucking and biting as hard as she can. You cum all over her, soaking the bed with your wetness.

She doesn’t stop, wanting to get her whole fist in you, like she said. You feel the pain from the overstimulation and her actually getting her whole hand inside you.

You grab her hand, bringing her to a hault before she can start moving, “Give me a minute, hurts.”

She groans in dissatisfaction, waiting 30 seconds before slowly moving in and out of you, her stretching you out so much.

Your already close and she can feel it, you start gasping and moaning louder and louder, you grip Love’s hair and scream her name as you cum, squirting on the sheets.

Love smirks, never seeing this happen before. Your eye sight is hazy and your chest heaving up and down.

“Fuck I love you so much.”

#love quinn #love quinn x reader #netflix you #joe goldberg x you #joe goldberg x reader #joe goldberg #you spoilers #forty quinn #smut #love quinn smut #dom x sub

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mj-iza-writer · 2 months

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Because I got a rude comment from a homophobe. ALSO, because I love writing Whumper and Whumpee relationships where they just bicker back and forth like an old married couple. But Whumper be dammed if anyone messes with Whumpee on their watch, thats their job no one elses..... 😝

Whumper gave up on torturing Whumpee a long time ago. Whumper just doesn't want to get rid of them though. They both just bicker back and forth now. It's a game for both of them now.

Have I written a story like this already... yes. Will I write more like this.... also yes.

Whumpee snuck another package into the cart while Whumper looked over some fruit.

"Put it back, we aren't getting those", Whumper didn't even look.

"Put what back?", Whumpee shrugged as they pretended to look at apples.

"Whatever few items you slid in when you thought I wasn't paying attention", Whumper turned.

"Come on, I'm hungry.... and I want snacks", Whumpee pleaded, "please."

"No", Whumper rolled their eyes.

"I'll do it", Whumpee grinned slightly.

"No, you won't. Please behave", Whumper frowned.

Whumpee only grinned wider, "please master."

"Whumpee, stop it", Whumper shushed, "you know you don't call me that in public."

"I'll get on the ground and crawl to your feet like you used to make me", Whumpee whispered, "I'll beg like I did when you were doing you know what to me."

"You do it, you will never come shopping again", Whumper threatened.

Whumpee looked at the floor, then at Whumper.

Whumper looked around, "fine you can choose two snacks, but that's it."

Whumpee celebrated by throwing their arms up, "yah!"

"You little crook, black mailing me", Whumper looked in the cart, "how did you get that much in their."

"I know how to sneak things past you", Whumpee winked, "I used to do it all of the time. It was a survival skill I learned."

"Like when?", Whumper pinched the bridge of their nose.

"Let's leave the past where it belongs", Whumpee grinned.

"Only when it's about you right? You proudly wave what I did like it's one of your pride flags", Whumper pushed the cart out of the way to grab something.

"Exactly", Whumpee grinned as they looked over the snacks they had hid in the cart, "though if you want to know one example, I'm the one who kept changing the station on your radio. Every night when you showered, I would sneak and change it."

"I bought a new radio because of you", Whumper bumped the cart into Whumpee, "let me guess you stole all of the batteries from the remotes to."

Whumpee laughed, "kind of, I helped your friend do it as a joke. They paid me twenty dollars to help them."

"What did you do with twenty dollars?", Whumper turned down another aisle, "you never left the house, I know that's for certain."

"I asked your friend to use it to buy me snacks for my stash", Whumpee smiled, "I held onto it for a while, then you started to starve me, so I gave it to them to get me food."

Whumper shook their head, "not going to lie, I'm kind of impressed."

"Thanks", Whumpee smiled, "I never thought I'd admit any of that, but here we are."

"Well you did what you did to survive", Whumper frowned, "I'm sorry you had to though."

"It's okay. Like I said, the past is past", Whumpee smiled, "I'm glad we can joke about it now."

"Same", Whumper winked.

On their way through the store, Whumpee noticed a pride display.

"Go ahead and look", Whumper grinned and watched Whumpee walk to it before following them.

"I wonder what this flag means", Whumpee held one up, "I've not seen it yet. It looks cool."

Whumper pulled out their phone, "it's for the...."

A group of people came by and glared at Whumpee.

"You know that's a sinner's flag right?", one of them pointed, "repent to the Lord you sinner."

Some others laughed at Whumpee.

Whumper sighed, "let those without sin throw the first stone."

Whumper glared at the group.

"You have no idea what you are talking about and hide behind a book when it's a mockery of who God truly was", Whumper scolded, "do you think God would be agreeing with you, or would They be hugging my friend here who you all just hurt. Now get out of my face before I give you a really big problem."

"You can't talk to us like that", an older person yelled.

"But you can talk to us like how you just did", Whumper grinned, "you are doing God a big disservice."

Whumper watched the group quickly walk away after that.

Whumpee made a sniffling sound.

Whumper looked at them and saw they had turned away to hide their tears.

"I'm sorry Whumpee, I'm sorry that happened", Whumper reached for them, and pulled them close to hug them, "you know they're wrong and closed minded."

Whumpee nodded, "it still hurts."

An employee came up, "I'm sorry for bothering you. I just witnessed what happened and called my manager and security. That group is being removed from the premises and will not be welcomed back. We are LGBQTA+ allies and will not let that slide. If you'll hang out right here, my manager wants to apologize in person."

"Yes that's fine, thankyou so much", Whumper nodded as they rubbed Whumpee's back.

The group shuffled by, all glared at Whumper and the store employee.

"You fucking queers are what's wrong with this country", one of them yelled.

"Your hate is what's wrong with this world", Whumper retorted.

"Whumpee, how about you pick something out in the pride area while we wait", Whumper smiled.

"You mean it?", Whumpee looked up in shock.

"Yes that's fine", Whumper smiled.

The manager came over and apologized for the scene and offered a discount on their items they were purchasing.

Whumper thanked them and the store employee for how the situation was handled.

"It's not a problem, we have to stick together", the manager smiled, "I'm glad they have an ally like you to take care of them."

Whumpee nodded, and grinned at Whumper.

Whumpee cuddled their new item close as they watched out of the window on the way home.

"Thankyou Master, I'm thankful for you speaking up for me", Whumpee smiled at Whumper.

"You're welcome, Whumpee. Let's get home", Whumper smiled.

Hello, MJ here. I want to be clear, I fully support the LGBQTA+ and I am proud to also be part of the community, I love this community so much. I strive to make sure my account is as safe as I know how to make it, and that's not just for LGBQTA+ community but for other communities as well.

I am, in fact, a gay Christian. I disagree with those who say God is against being gay, as it is everywhere in the world.

I received a comment today on YouTube that said that the LGBQTA+ is disgusting and against Biblical principles (it's not, the Bible was rewritten). This is not the first time I've heard this, I wish I had a dollar every time I heard it though.... I'd be rich."

Sorry I'm rambling...... Love is Love.... 🌈🌈🌈🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️ .... -MJ

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sillyshrimps · 1 year

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The real Professor Turo

Professor Turo and AI Turo are undoubtedly two very different characters. When the dialogue box says "Professor Turo" during the AI fight, that's the real Professor, a man consumed by his own dream, to the point he has no morals anymore.

I don't think he's evil or that he behaves like this for the sake of it, though. I think that certain events in his life - Sada's departure first, everyone else's "betrayal" next - left him inevitably traumatised, and possibly made his pre-existent obsession over the Violet book and mental instability even worse.

When even the last member of his research team left, he started to focus harder on his dream and he eventually, completely lost himself in it. He left everything behind, including his son, confining himself down in the crater spending years in self isolation.

Being lonely with his thoughts and regrets, his mental health quickly deteriorated. I think this is the reason why he made the AI in the first place; to help with the job but also to have someone to talk to, someone that can understand him better than anyone else, someone that would never betray him, an exact replica of himself.

But, while the AI got all his memories and thoughts, it couldn't inherit much more complicated concepts, such as his depression and mental state - that probably worsen after its creation. This is why, compared to the original Professor, the AI keeps its rationality and is able to see the danger the research will lead to.

And it doesn't seem to hide this realisation from its creator, as the Professor himself complains about it being "rigid".

I think the above implies that the two might have had a few arguments whenever the AI pointed out the disastrous nature of the research. Further proof can be found in the following screenshot, where the AI clearly states what the professor would say if anyone tried to warn him about the danger.

"Such a destruction is a natural part of life." These are definitely Professor Turo's words as he would pick them, the AI is not making up or trying to guess anything, they already had that argument several times in the past, which is why Turo defines it "rigid". I see his wish of being able to change the AI's mind in this word, rigid, something that despite the tech he can't somehow control.

I can imagine Professor Turo feeling betrayed from nothing less than his very own self, and that is simply the last stand for him. I wonder whether he died knowing his dream will never be accomplished...

His story is indeed one of the most complex and sad, and despite this doesn't justify him from neglecting his child, I can't help but feeling sympathy for him.

#professor turo #ai turo #turo pokemon #turo #pokemon #arven #arven pkmn #pokemon scarvio #pokemon violet #pokemon scarlet #pokemon scarlet and violet #arven pokemon #Professor Sada #Sada

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on-my-vigilante-sht · 1 year

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Capitol Punishment XI

Haymitch x Reader

Summary: The Capitol continues to torture it’s victors no matter how long ago they won through punishment, exploitation, and worst of all; their relationships.

A story in which Haymitch’s lover is a plaything for the Capitol.

Warnings: Canon level violence, rape, alcohol, murder, systemic poverty, exploitation, rebellion (?), more reliance on movie than book, suicidal thoughts, swearing, illness, pregnancy, miscarriage, torture, sexual torture

Word Count: 3.7K

Part X | Masterlist | Part XII

As angry as Haymitch was a Plutarch, the head game maker had smuggled in a bottle of whisky onto the plane. Haymitch half wondered if the whisky was to celebrate or to satiate him if things went wrong but he angrily took it nonetheless. He sat alone in a secluded part of the hovercraft, drinking heavily as he lamented the fact that you had been left behind. He was also angry with himself for taking the booze but he wanted to be numb for a second.

You woke up in what looked like a hospital, a bright light beaming into your eyes, unescapable. After a second you regained feeling, realizing you were strapped down in so many places so tightly you couldn’t move. Along with that you could vaguely see doctors flitting around just like after your first games. Except this time you could feel your legs in stirrups, a doctor in between your legs. You began to scream and thrash as much as you could but it was no use.

“Mrs. Abernathy,” several doctors tried to get your attention, “you’re having a miscarriage we need to get the decaying matter out.”

But you didn’t listen, tears streaming down your face as you remembered that you lost your husband’s baby.

When the doctors were done your legs were let down and strapped to the gurney. They wheeled you through the rest of the hospital like building, various Capitol symbols confirming where you were, until you reached a row of glass cells. Inside two of them you could see Peeta and Johanna. As you were wheeled into yours, you could see that your next-door neighbor would be Annie. She was curled up onto her bed, hugging her knees to her chest, rocking back and forth, muttering something. But you were quickly pushed into your own cell, right across from Peeta. There they strapped a chain to your ankle before finally releasing the restraints. You, of course, immediately jumped off the gurney, going straight for one of the nurses but the chain connected to the bed held fast, causing you to fall. Before you knew it an armed guard was upon you. He grabbed you by the throat, yanking you up until your back was nearly bent over the steel bed.

“You’re gonna fucking behave or else you and everyone you care about are gonna get it,” he seethed, his spit splashing against your face. “That miscarriage you had? We’ll make it happen again. We won’t even clean it up. We’ll just let you die of sepsis. Do you want that?” he yelled the last part. Tears were beginning to well in your eyes as you shook your head no. “Good,” he sneered pulling his hand from your neck. You sucked in a large breath of air just as he put what looked like a choker necklace at the base of your throat. Before you could ask what it was a shock was delivered causing you to jump a little. “That’s what’ll happen if you say or do anything you’re not supposed to. And it gets a lot stronger than that. Got it?” You nodded once again. “Good,” he punctuated his word with a slap to the face.

Once he and the nurse left you crawled up onto the bed, nowhere else to go. You sat up, finding Peeta watching you. He looked like he had dealt with something similar to you. Neither of you had anything to say to the other or anyone for that matter. You doubted you’d be able to hear the other anyways.

You had no clue how long it had been when several stylists came into your cell. You didn’t recognize any of them except for Vodka, your stylist from 8 years ago. A lot had changed about her as was typical in the Capitol but the thing you noticed the most was her smile. Before it had been genuine. Ignorant and ditzy but genuine nonetheless. Now it was sinister. Her place was now to torture you explicitly and maliciously, rather than under the guise of helping you all those years ago. “Y/N, I’m glad to see you,” she smiled. “I’m guessing you aren’t seeing as you took the opportunity to bash me on national television during your interview.” You didn’t say anything, choosing to just glare up at her. She pursed her lips, not liking that. Pulling out a small remote control she pressed a button, delivering a shock. “That’s what’ll happen when you’re being difficult,” she giggled as the stylists all descended upon you. Through the mess of makeup, wigs, and eccentric outfits you could see Peeta getting a similar treatment.

Once they were done you were left in a metal halter top that constricted your throat while still managing to barely contain your chest. You also wore a long skirt with slits going up both legs so it was barely a skirt. You were exactly what Snow wanted you to be. Desirable and available.

You were then led out of your cell with cuffs on your wrist as Vodka explained what was happening. “You’ll be interviewing with Caesar to make up for what happened in the games. I think you can figure out how to respond to questions in a way that you and those you love won’t be harmed but generally you’re saying that Haymitch and the rebels manipulated you. You never really loved him, he just took advantage of you. Talk about how you don’t support him or Katniss or the rebellion. Got it?”

The thought of actually saying those things broke your heart but you nodded in agreement. You were led to a plush looking chair, your wrists also being released. When you sat down they positioned you so your legs were crossed, making sure you looked exactly as Snow wanted you for the camera.

Haymitch rolled his eyes for the umpteenth time in this group therapy session. Once they had landed in District 13 Haymitch was a mess. He was angry and depressed and fueling those emotions was alcohol. District 13 didn’t have or allow any type of substance use so Haymitch was pretty much forced into rehab immediately with all the other alcoholics from 12 that had just arrived.

As someone else was begrudgingly relaying their feelings to the rest of the group the televisions suddenly turned on. Haymitch’s heart stopped as you appeared on the screen. He was relieved to see your relative state of health. You didn’t look tortured but your outfit said enough about what they were planning to do with you.

“Now, Y/N, I know you’re dealing with a lot right now but can you tell us what happened in those last few moments in the arena?” Caesar asked.

“I’m not completely sure. I was only told about the plan in small pieces. The rebels only told me what was relevant to me,” you answered.

“Yes, they tend to do that; lie in deceit,” Caesar commented. “Go on.”

“Well it was mine and Johanna’s job to get Katniss from the others so we could cut out her tracker while following through with Beetee’s plan to shut down the arena but Brutus and Enobaria from 2 caught up with us and I had to lead them away,” you explained, your expression hard and defiant.

“And I understand that’s when Brutus caused your miscarriage.”

You stiffened on screen. Haymitch stiffened as well, his heart crawling in his throat. His wife miscarried? Because he wasn’t there to protect her? He wanted to scream and cry and break things but more than anything he wanted to hear your voice, even if your words were filtered. “Yes,” you choked out. Your eyes glistened on screen. “I led him to the beach where he knocked me down. When I hit the ground I knew my baby wouldn’t make it.”

“Well I’m very sorry for your loss,” Caesar empathized, leaning across to place his hand over yours which was rested on your bare leg. “Who was the father?”

You visibly swallowed on camera, clearly hesitant. “Haymitch Abernathy.”

“Haymitch Abernathy,” Caesar repeated. “Your mentor and a man 15 years your senior, correct?”

You once again hesitated before choking out a “Yes.”

Caesar hummed. “And when did you two get together? Judging by your interactions in the arena it had been quite a while.”

“Right after my games,” you begrudgingly answered.

“Ah so this lonely, older man, who’s also a known alcoholic, swooped in when you were at your most vulnerable. Not only were you the first Victor from 12 since him but you happened to be beloved by the Capitol. Kind of convenient for him, isn’t it?”

Haymitch was internally begging for you not to agree with Caesar. He knew you were saying whatever you had to say to survive but he still didn’t want to hear you say it. A small part of him had been afraid of exactly what Caesar was saying. It was true he had basically swooped in at one of your most vulnerable moments. And because of each of your unique experiences he was basically your only option at the time. And because of that he was afraid you just defaulted to him. Not to mention he always felt like he had burdened you with his drinking. You had put him to bed and cleaned him up more times than he could remember and he was sure there were several instances where had had been too drunk to realize.

“You could say that,” you begrudgingly agreed. “He was the only one in the world I could remotely relate to and I had no one else after, or even before, my games.”

“Yes, well I’m sure everyone can clearly see his manipulation. Tell me, did you ever truly love him?”

Haymitch held his breath waiting for your answer. He knew you not to take whatever you said seriously but he couldn’t help it.

“At some points, maybe. But when he approached me about rebellion I was afraid. He threatened to leave me but at that point I was so dependent on him, I-” The tears new fell freely from your eyes.

Caesar moved over to your side, pulling you into a hug. “I know, I’m sorry. I’m sure it hurts to know the person you thought you knew would threaten to hurt you like that.” Once you composed yourself after a second Caesar returned to his seat. “Now was Katniss in on the plan as well or was she a victim of your mentor and the rebels like yourself?”

“I’d say she’s a victim. She never wanted any of this, none of us did. We all just want to live our lives in peace. We still can if everyone agrees to stop now.”

And at that the room interrupted into jeering. Haymitch looked around the room at the people who had once adored you for simply being a kind person within 12. “Traitor!” some yelled. A couple had turned on him, demanding to know if he had really taken advantage of you.

“Can’t you see she’s only saying that to survive?!” he yelled over all of the others. “You all know her, look at her.” Your image was still on the screen, condemning the revolution. “Does anything about that person on the screen look like the Y/N you know? No. She’s being used as a Capitol prop right now. The thing about the miscarriage? That’s true, she was pregnant, but she wanted this rebellion because she wanted a better life for our child. So don’t criticize her until the Capitol has their hands around your throat.” And with that Haymitch stormed out to his dormitory.

You prayed to any and all deities out there that Haymitch had either not seen the broadcast or knew that it was all a lie. The thought of him being heartbroken at your words was the worst torture the Capitol could inflict on you.

Once you were returned to your cell Peeta was led out, likely for a similar interview about Katniss. Seeing as there was nothing to do you curled up on the bed and shut your eyes, trying to sleep.

Haymitch was also curled up in his bed, trying not to let his demons get to him. He really missed his usual haze that helped keep the demons at bay. He was haunted by both Quarter Quells and by thoughts of you being tortured in the Capitol. But despite all of that he was determined to help Katniss and get you out and if that meant being sober, than so be it.

When his door opened he expected it to be one of the rehab staff telling him to go back to group therapy but rather he was met with Finnick. He looked like he didn’t know what to say so Haymitch sat up, gesturing for the peacock to come in. Finnick complied, leaning up against the desk. “I saw the broadcast,” he explained. “You have to know that she meant none of that, right?”

“Yeah, I know,” Haymitch paused. “Still isn’t easy to hear it,” he commented, opening up to someone besides for his wife for the first time in years.

“I know,” Finnick replied before letting out a dry laugh. “Isn’t it fucked up that I’m jealous of you and Katniss? I’d give anything to see Annie right now.”

“Peeta was on?”

“Yeah he just did an interview right after Y/N. He just condemned the rebellion,” Finnick dismissed. He sighed deeply. “More than anything I wish they were dead. I wish we were all dead.”

Haymitch sat in his thoughts for a moment. He knew you shared a similar mentality as Finnick, having admitted that you were only alive for him. He began to fear not only about what the Capitol was doing to you but what you’d do to yourself. Did you know if he was alive? Did you have a reason to live anymore?

As they sat in heavy silence the door opened, revealing one of the doctors. “Time for reassessment,” she declared, ushering Finnick out of the room.

It had been a couple days since your interview. You had sat and listened to the screams of your friends but you were left largely untouched. You were still receiving meals unlike the others which confused you because you had been resistant to them every time they approached the cells. “You have a customer,” the guard who had threatened you first burst into the glass cell. Y/N sat up, scared and confused. You knew what this meant but didn’t think it would happen so soon.

You began to beg to be left alone but was interrupted by a familiar face. It was the man who had threatened to have Haymitch killed if you didn’t agree to sleep with him, Mr. Summer. He was immediately upon you, sitting beside you on the bed. “I have dreamt of your body ever since that night we spent together,” he immediately jumped in, his lips on yours, hands already tracing your body. You let out soft sobs, realizing that now these men would likely be allowed to do whatever they wanted with you, no more guidelines about preserving you from Snow.

Haymitch stood in the control room with Plutarch and the other victors as Beetee tried to figure out how to get a video of Katniss to broadcast across all Capitol and District screens. As they were working on it a file came in. “What’s that?” Katniss asked.

“Could it have some sort of virus on it?” Plutarch suggested just as Beetee was about to open it.

“No we wouldn’t even see it if it had a virus. I assure you it’s perfectly safe,” Beetee assured opening it up.

Haymitch’s blood somehow ran cold and hot as a video of his wife popped up. On top of her was a mostly clothed man, one he recognized as the Capitol man he punched roughly a year ago. His wife, however, was fully nude. Her arms strapped above her head keeping her in place and unable to fight back as the man continued to thrust himself inside her. His hand was also clamped around her throat, *tight. She was sobbing and it nearly broke Haymitch to hear her sobs and cries for the man to stop. But as she spoke the man would slap her and hit her, leaving handprints and bruises on her body. “That’s enough,” he demanded.

“Hay-” Finnick tried to empathize with the man.

“I said that’s enough!” he yelled as the video was paused. A frozen pictures of your torture was left of the screen. “Get rid of that file,” he spat before once again storming off to his room.

You had absolutely no sense of time anymore. You slept whenever you could since it made time pass faster. You were often subject to sleep deprivation, a punishment the Capitol could inflict that didn’t cause any horrific physical wounds. The only physical torture you had suffered were the bruises from Capitol men— including the guards who held you hostage,— the shocks from your choker, and your now short choppy hair. At one point you had stopped eating, demanding that the others be fed as well. You didn’t have a view of Annie but you could see Johanna and Peeta get thinner every day. So thin you could count each individual bone in their bodies. When you started starving yourself, something Capitol men apparently wouldn’t find attractive, they cut off your long hair as punishment. They had dragged you into one of the torture rooms, strapping you down onto a metal table with your hair laid behind you. To up the terror they had done it with a sword, cutting it straight across on the table. They did even it out a little for the sake of marketability but it was still meant to torture you nonetheless.

They had told you over and over that you needed to behave so they could keep you attractive enough to sell your body. At first you had thought that becoming undesirable would be the best thing but they reminded you that significantly worse torture would be used on you. And judging by the fact that Peeta and Johanna were frequently dropped in their cells half dead, you realized just how easy you had it. So you started to comply and your compliance made them start to question you about the rebellion.

You were brought into the interview room once again but this time you were left in the hospital gown and the cuffs stayed on. And rather than Caesar interviewing you it was some man in a military uniform. He cut right to the chase as you sat. “Ms. L/N,” he rudely remarked, “tell us about how you became involved in the rebellion.”

You weren’t sure what to do. You didn’t know how much they knew and what would be useful to them. As well as not wanting to reveal any names, fearing their punishment if the Capitol ever got to them or their loved ones. You also knew your reluctance would be met with punishment. “Plutarch Heavansbee,” you named, suspecting he was already in deep shit. “He approached me at the welcome party for Katniss and Peeta during the victory tour.”

The man nodded, several assistants scribbling down information. “And what did Mr. Heavansbee say to you.”

“He said essentially that there was a way for me to be free, to not be subjected to the Capitol’s… desires.”

“You could’ve stopped at any time, Y/N,” the man interrupted.

“At the expense of the only person left for me to love,” you countered. “I know Johanna, I know why her family was killed. Don’t act like I had any sense of autonomy,” you spat.

“Ms. L/N, I suggest you calm down,” the man said, holding up a familiar remote. You swallowed your pride, sitting back in your seat. “Now, tell us about the plan you were a part of.”

“I was only told bits of information I needed to know, I suspect the same for the others. All I really knew were that Johanna, Finnick, Beetee, Haymitch and I were essential Katniss’ allyship and because she wanted Mags and Wiress they became essential too. There were also a couple tributes in on it to protect Katniss. I knew that we’d shut down the arena once we were all together, I didn’t know how until Beetee told us about electrocuting the other tributes in the arena. But when we were about to we’d have to cut out Katniss’ tracker which is what Johanna and I did. According to the plan we’d remove our trackers just before being brought out of the arena as well.”

“Did you know how you’d be picked up?”

“No but I figured I’d know it when I saw it,” you admitted, realizing how much you had blindly trusted Haymitch and Plutarch.

“Do you know what was supposed to happen after?”

You shrugged. “I knew that Katniss was supposed to be the Mockingjay— the face of the rebellion. I have no clue where they are or what exactly the plan is.” Internally, you were glad you didn’t know. You didn’t risk putting anyone in danger that way.

“Well I suppose there’s no harm in telling you since this is widely known information.” The man leaned forward. “The rebels are in District 13— your husband is hiding underground like a scared rodent,” he sneered. “He left you in that arena and in here to be tortured in order to rot underground.”

You wanted to ask about District 13, you thought they had been buried under piles of nuclear rubble and there was nothing left. But in response to his insults you stared at him, stony face, wanting to rip out his tongue. “We’ll see who the scared rodent is when Snow turns on you.”

Part X | Masterlist | Part XII

#haymitch #haymitch x reader #haymitch abernathy #haymitch abernathy x reader #thg #the hunger games #the hunger games x reader

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(This is a reply to this reblog because the post would have been way too long otherwise)

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You’re right, @purplehairsecretlair; it would make so much more sense if the priest featured in the video was not Jerome! I was ready to accept this headcanon, but then I found the official description of the trailer:

This is about Joseph Seed's journey before he became the Father, before Pastor Jerome was forced to forfeit his status as shepherd of the County's souls.

So The Baptism is about Joseph “stealing” Jerome’s congregation… That said, I totally agree that this isn’t consistent with the game for several reasons (which you probably already know, but I want to use this opportunity to talk more about the trailer).

First, Joseph found John and Jacob before he started the Project, and they all arrived in Hope County together. In the trailer, however, as you pointed out, he’s alone. We see him creating Eden’s Gate, writing his own holy book, and recruiting his first followers. Also, this shot...

...looks like what the 2nd step of the Pilgrimage tells us in the game:

II. The Cleansing: Joseph Seed affirms his obedience to the Voice by cleansing himself with his own two hands, becoming born again.

Steps III and IV are about him getting his first followers and the Voice telling him about the Collapse, and he only “collects his blood family” at step V, which... I realize is not consistent with The Book of Joseph, unless that means he had already found his brothers and only “[anointed] them as his Heralds” at this point.

Regardless, the story told along the Pilgrimage path isn’t consistent with The Baptism either because he only brings his disciples to Hope County at step VII, but he’s clearly already there in the video. Plus, his Heralds don’t seem to be with him…

I tried looking for more information about the trailer, especially about the cast and characters but, aside from Greg Bryk, I couldn’t find the names of the other actors.

However, I found this. The website says the video has won 25 (in my opinion, well-deserved) awards and provides a synopsis, probably written by DDB Paris, the agency that created the two live-action trailers, The Baptism and The Sermon, for Ubisoft. It says that the little girl is “the daughter of the legitimate priest whose place [Joseph] took, ten years ago”. Far Cry 5 never implies Jerome ever had a child, so I don’t think that’s still canon, but I’m glad we finally know who she is!

I stumbled upon this other article (with a behind-the-scenes picture). It’s in French, so here’s a summary:

It was Ubisoft who “imposed” Greg Byrk on the agency, but the artistic director thought he was “perfect” even though they barely knew him. The copywriter comments he was “very immersed in his role” and “exuded something powerful”.

The video was shot in Canada, in Merritt BC. To help the team, Ubisoft sent them the “huge mood board” they made during their one-year trip to Montana.

Some shots were unscripted, such as the scene with the little girl on the swing.

About 150 people were involved in the project which also required dozens of supply trucks.

Finally, it says the trailer was released 14 months after the first briefing. Jerome and Joseph’s backstories had plenty of time to be rewritten...

I also remember reading this interview with the director on the now-offline UbiBlog years ago. So, in case anyone was wondering (I was), that string of saliva was, in fact, totally unplanned :’)

#(anyway yeah you’re right it would have worked better with the rest of the story if the priest was someone else)#far cry 5 #joseph seed #jerome jeffries #and his unnamed scrapped daughter #I see the sermon has won 10 awards #but the credits suggest there used to be VFX and a nuke in it??#I want to see that!#gifs I made #‘'blood sweat and tears'? how about 'snot spit and tears' instead?’ - greg bryk I guess

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𝓦𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓛𝓮𝓯𝓽 𝓨𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓗𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽

Daemon Targaryen x Velaryon Oc

Summary: A king needs a queen, but she doesn't want to be queen. Not when her heart belongs to another man, the king's brother.

(Velaryons, are presented as in books)

A/N: Hello everyone. This is my first story posted here. I hope you all gonna like it.

Also english is not my native language, so I am sorry for any mistakes.

Part 2

Rhaella was the oldest child of Lord Corlys Velaryon and princess Rhaenys Targaryen.

She inherited her mother's beauty. However, her character was a combination of both her parents, and it was an explosive mixture indeed.

A woman like her was a rarity and a thorn in the sides of lords who could not accepted a stubborn creature like her.

She was more a dragon than a human.

If she could, she would probably have spent her entire life on the back of a large beast. Flying between the clouds, listening to the sounds of birds and feeling of the sea breeze on her face as white as snow.

But she had to tread on hard ground that was not as lighthearted as heaven, but brutal and full of lurking dangers.

When Queen Aemma died, the entire kingdom held its breath, only to explode with a sea of a thousand voices demanding that the king would find a new queen in her place.

And then the first dangers emergeed from the shadows, attacking the white-haired girl.

For the first time in her life, the violet-eyed woman felt threatened. She felt neither safe nor at peace.

She hated that in the eyes of the kingdom, being high-born made you only a broodmare to sell.

It was a harsh reality but how realistic.

-My lady , the water is to hot. You will burn yourself- said one of her servants but Rhaella didn't listen , going into steaming water.

-I'll be fine Rosalie. You can go now- she said, dismissing the maid.

The old woman gave her one last look before she disappeared behind the door of the chamber, leaving the girl alone with her rushing thoughts.

Rhaella felt the water surrounding her body, embracing her in a warm and soothing manner, like an embrace of a mother or a lover.

At the thought of her lover, her eyes opened slightly.

Even now, Daemon haunted her mind like a plague. Her heart pounded with every second that the violet-eyed face appeared in front of her, and her skin stung at the thought of his rough hands and soft lips giving her pleasure for long hours.

Her hands involuntarily went to the necklace, which was a gift from a man and a symbol of a promise. A promise of love for a fair-haired woman.

Lavender eyes wandered to the door, then shifted their interest to the balcony in front of it.

She wondered if she had focused hard enough, Targaryen would have appeared on the threshold of her terrace, taking her far away, somewhere where they could finally indulge in their embrace without fear or apprehension.

But no one came.

Rhaella spent the rest of the afternoon staring out to sea. The distant sound of the waves crashing against the rocks soothed her heart, as did the gentle movement of the water.

More and more she found herself thinking, hating herself for it, hating how her mind worked, but no matter how much she tried to change it, nothing helped.

-You could not be forced to sit in the castle even for a few minutes - a male voice said behind her - You preferred to ride Jaehaeron and fly over the Driftmark. Now you cannot be forced to leave the chamber. What has changed?

The white-haired girl looked back.

Seeing her father, she smiled imperceptibly before returning to admire the view outside the window.

-People change - she said.

-Rhaella, I'm your father. If there's anything or anyone that's keeping you awake, tell me - he said confidently, standing next to her.

-You are also a Lord - she remarked listlessly. - Advisor to King Viserys -she added, and alabaster hands gripped the stone balustrade tightly.

-Has that ever stopped me from parenting?- He asked, looking at her grim face.

-No -she replied. -But through it you can become the cause of my downfall.

-What do you mean? - He asked, patiently waiting for her answers.

The young woman looked down, stroking her white hands with her fingertips, thinking about the sequence of words that had been pressed on her lips for so long.

-I don't want to be his queen -she whispered after long minutes of silence, and even though she wanted to say so much, only this sentence came out of her mouth.

Corlysy's eyes softened at the eldest daughter's words. Throughout her age, expectations for her were great, often overloading her small shoulders on which she had held a lot anyway.

The man hugged her body, pulling the girl's head closer as she sobbed softly. Stroking her silver curls, he tried to soothe her.

After weeks of agony, Rhaella felt everything leaving her body. Sorrow, fear, anger and longing came out of her body, finally giving her a moment of respite.

Her breathing grew shallower and calmer, allowing her to hear her heart racing.

-I would like to assure you that your wish will be granted. But if the king himself wants to have you as a wife, there will be nothing that can be done - he informed her in a calm tone of voice, combing the white waves on her head - You are the oldest candidate, besides joining our houses will give us a strong and lasting alliance.

-I would prefer to fall off Jaehaeron's back, breaking all the bones in my body- she announced angry- Than marry a man who is not close to me.

-So tell me who you are close to?- He asked unexpectedly.

-What do you mean?- She asked in surprise, pushing herself off her father's torso to meet his eyes.

-You are my daughter, my firstborn. All your life you were stubbornly persuaded that you would never marry, and your mother supported this because she loved you too much to ruin your happiness. There is someone close now, so tell me Rhaella, who is close to you? - The head of the Velaryon family asked her.

-Is it important? - she answered the question - My happiness does not matter anyway.

-It matters - the older man said firmly -Me and your mother, we care about your happiness -he assured.

Violet-eyed girl looked into her father's eyes, then looked down after a while, biting her lip with nervousness. She was silent until the white-haired man lifted her head up in the act of silent command.

-I fell in love with the wrong man- she confessed quietly- I can't marry him, because he is already married- she admitted honestly- But I love him and he loves me. He's the only one holding my heart in an iron grip.

-His name -the girl's father said seriously.

The daughter of Rhaenys looked confidently into the man's eyes. Her hard and controlled eyesight did not bode well.

-Daemon Targaryen - she announced unscrupulously, pressing the name through her teeth as if it were burning her tongue.

Corlys sighed heavily.

Frowning, he released the woman from his embrace and walked away from her a few steps, leaning heavily against the stone balustrade of the balcony.

The young woman looked at Lord of Driftmark unimpressed, expecting any response that did not come as quickly as she might have expected.

-Does anyone know? Anyone? -Rhaell's father asked suddenly.

-No - she replied immediately - I knew the consequences of my decision.

-And despite that, you decided to take the risk? - he asked, glancing out of the corner of his eye at his eldest child.

-If I were a man, you wouldn't be half as disappointed - she said, avoiding answering the question -But you have to understand that living in a cage wore me out. I couldn't sit back and watch the people doing what I wanted so badly.

- You wanted to prostitute yourself on the side? -he asked in a hard and cold tone.

-I wanted freedom! - she almost shouted -I wanted to try life. And I don't regret the moment or the decisions I made.

-This conversation stays between us. Not a single word has the right to leave this chamber - said the white-haired man after a while - I will discuss it with your mother. Then we'll decide what to do next.

The girl looked annoyed at the man leaving, and her lavender eyes glazed again, but this time she did not let the tears flow out, hiding the bitterness inside her.

What the silver-haired girl was going to do from miles away seemed stupid, not fully thought out and impetuous plan that had no right to succeed.

However, her person decided to try anyway, too stubborn to stop now.

Sneaking out of the castle was one thing, but sneaking into the dragon's pit on the pretext of an evening ride was something else entirely.

Avoiding through large groups of guardians, she hid in the shadows, trying to reach her beloved dragon.

When the black beast's head caught her eyes, a broad smile appeared on her face.

-Jaehaeron - she said softly so as not to scare the animal.

The dragon opened it’s amber eyes and heavily raised his huge head. When he saw his rider, he approached a little, nudging the woman.

His strength nearly knocked her to the ground, but at the last moment Rhaella clutched at his muzzle with her tiny hands.

-Hello, my dear - she said gently, stroking the hot scales of the reptile- We have to go- she added, staring at Jaehaeron's pupil, and he, as if understanding her words exactly, bent his head and part of his big wing so that she could easily climb on his back, sitting down in a handmade saddle.

Rhaenys' daughter gripped the reins tightly as she started forward.

The moment she got off the ground, nothing else mattered. Her dragon's wings were five houses wide, and the head was the size of a small carriage. The animal was hard to miss, but after a few flaps of its wings, King's Landing moved away a considerable distance, looking only as a blurry outline in the eyes of the fair-haired girl.

Her eyes followed the city view for a moment longer before turning to the one in front of her. As new structures began to appear in the distance, Rhaella held her breath.

Jaehaeron knew exactly where to go, as if his mind and hers had become one.

The Dragonstone grew clearer minute by minute, making the woman's heart beat like mad again.

As her dragon's shadow enveloped the first parts of the castle, the guards were quick to notify the rogue prince who, sitting in his chamber, stared at the tongues of fire emerging from the fireplace.

-My lord, a new dragon has appeared on the island - announced one of the soldiers.

The white-haired man turned his head and looked at the man unfazedly.

-What does it look like?- He asked.

-Black, with white ends. Large -the guard said shortly, not knowing much about these kind of reptiles.

Daemon got up from his chair and left the room without a word. His steady and quick steps led him towards the exit where the white-haired beauty with her dragon waited.

Rhaella, seeing the silhouette of the prince, slowly walked away from Jaehaeron, facing the man. When she was close enough, Targaryen opened his arms for her to let her fall freely into them. Her body pressed against him instantly, like a lost piece of a puzzle.

Violet-eyed prince hugged her tightly, hiding his face in the crease of her slender neck, inhaling her addictive scent of lilac and gooseberry.

-Daemon - she whispered longingly, as he raised his head to look into her eyes.

-My little dragon- he replied, stroking her reddened cheek- What are you doing here?

-Six months ago you promised me you'd come back for me. I couldn't wait any longer -she confessed, snuggling into his large white hand.- Not when the vultures stopped feeding, looking for another prey.

-What happened? - he asked seriously, carefully studying the woman's face.

-King is looking for a new wife - she whispered, as if the information was to be a secret.- I couldn't bear the fear that I might be one of the options. I was afraid that I would never see you again, Daemon.

-I would never allow it - he assured, and there was something dark, menacing in his voice. -I would kill anyone who stood in my way to you.You belong to me, only to me.

-As you belong to me - she said equally possessively, brushing his lips. -And I want it to stay that way- added Rhaella, running her hand over the white-haired man's neck.

-It will stay this way -he assured, pulling her body back against him, covering her tiny body with his.

The silver-haired girl closed her lavender irises, praying in the depths of her soul that Daemon would actually protect her from the cruel world on the ground, so that she could once again taste the carefree life in the clouds.

#daemon targaryen #hotd #house targaryen #daemon x reader #house of the dragon #daemon targaryen x reader #prince daemon targaryen #daemon targaryen x oc #dance of the dragons #asoiaf #game of thrones #corlys velaryon #rhaenys targaryen #fanfiction #house velaryon #house of the dragon x reader #matt smith

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[Trigger Warning] ELVIS MEETING HIS FANS, WITH A GUN BEHIND HIS BACK: TRUE OR FALSE? (July, 1972)

July, 1972 on Elvis' Beverly Hills home, 1174 Hillcrest Drive.

INTRODUCTION: Some things need to be clear beforehand. Elvis was threatened quite a few times over the years, specially since he began performing live on stage again, in 1969. Death threats were sent his way occasionally. Whether the threats were intentional or just a way of messing up with a famous person, some of those sounded pretty serious, thus not only Presley's personal security men or the local police department, even the FBI worked in investigating some of those incidents. Things got to a point when there were moments the threats warned about bombs being placed at his concert sites at the same day a show about to take place. Nothing came out of any of those threats, fortunately but, once those things happened, naturally Elvis was concerned for his life, therefore he was absolutely entitled to carry a gun, out of precaution, safety, "just in case" situation. It's fair to mention the Manson murders had only taken place a few years earlier (August, 1969) and, as we all know, actress Sharon Tate and her friends were murdered inside her home, tragically, which happened to be at Elvis' Beverly Hills neighborhood, so, yes, Elvis Presley was usually carrying a gun throughout the 70s, often, if not all times.

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Now, where this story on that one specific picture came from? Elvis' stepbrother, Billy Stanley. Billy is standing behind Elvis on the picture above.

Fans discuss Elvis' personal life over and over - and almost nothing can possibly come to conclusion because we weren't there to witness anything and some of the sources the stories come from are not so reliable as they seem to be, but still it's fun to collect different accounts on things that happened in the King' life. On January 10th, 2024, a fan shared the first picture (on top of this post, Elvis walking alone towards his gate with the left hand behind his back) on a Facebook fanpage. The fans passionately discussed the "gun" rumor. Pamela Freiberg, owner and administrator for "Elvis in the 70s" Facebook group, directly asked Billy about this "rumor" that was published in books and articles over the years, and he confirmed the story to her.

Pamela's comment on the group was: "Billy wrote to me ... here are the words .... 'There's actually a series of photos from this day. I was outside and saw a guy that was trying to look like Elvis. When I saw him, I thought Elvis would get a kick out of this. So, I went inside and told him about the guy. Elvis picked up his pistol and we walked to the gate. He didn't want anyone to see the gun, so he put it behind his back. As we were walking toward the gate, he motioned for me to take the gun, which I did and tucked it behind me in my jeans.'"

Some believe him, some not. One can wonder 'why Elvis would have his left hand on the gun, when he was right handed?', for instance.

Sandi Miller, one of the most recognized Elvis fans, who met Elvis in the 60s and today calls herself a "gate girl", — those passionate fans who met Elvis by standing at the gates of his homes, waiting for him to come outside, whenever he was there, to talk to them, something he would do frequently — who even was (to a certain extent) very close to Elvis, a friend even, since she dated Charlie Hodge for a time, was there that day on July, 1972. She commented on the thread in that one Facebook group too, trying to defend Elvis. She said, "He did not have a gun in his hand!! He often carried guns but not always and not usually when he would come out to visit with fans...more likely that he'd have his little derringer In his boot."

Elvis, July, 1972. Sandi Miller: "Same day but after he visited with everyone…then he and the brothers got in the car and left - he stopped again when he came back also."

— Sandi Miller's accounts on this July, 1972, moment. Those pages comes from the book "Elvis - Behind the Image" by Bud Glass. I do not know if it's the Vol. 1 or Vol. 2, tho. Excerpts from Sandi Miller's journals, where she wrote down details of the meetings with Elvis in the 60s and 70s, were used to both volumes of "Behind the Image" publications. Many candid pictures in those books are also hers. By the way, many of the candid pictures of Elvis in his gates we see around the internet were actually taken by Sandi.

Arrived around noon and there was already quite a crowd at the house. In the crowd of fans was a guy that resembled Elvis somewhat in you just glanced at him. He had heard that Elvis sometime came out to visit and had hoped to meet Elvis. One of the girls (fans) pushed the speaker and mentioned that there was an Elvis look-alike standing out there.... whoever answered the speaker apparently knew already because the answer was "We know". Just then a door opens up and there comes Elvis walking up the drive with his stepbrothers right behind him. It was fun watching Elvis' face as he talked to this guy, and add to see them side by side. After visiting for a while, Elvis said he had to get back inside because they had to leave for an appointment shortly. They shook hands and Elvis went back into the house - he drove out not too long after and once again stopped for photos before leaving. The man at the gate commented that Elvis had "made his day".

Personally, I don't see the fuss about this. I believe Billy. I believe Elvis was carrying a gun indeed, but he obviously didn't intend on using it unless he felt threatened, and we know stories about passionate fans who lashed out their idols, some even murdered them in fact (John Lennon was one of the icons, assassinated by a passionate fan). There's plenty of those stories. Let's just imagine ourselves as famous people. We hear there's someone trying to look like you, standing outside your house. Wouldn't you felt at least a little bit uneasy? I know I would never walk out there by myself. Elvis was curious if the guy indeed looked like him or not, maybe even because he had a twin brother who died at birth, Jesse Presley, so if I was him I would've been dying to see this look-alike person, but I would've been careful about meeting him too. You never know.

Elvis and his look-alike fan, Larry Blong. July, 1972, Beverly Hills, CA.

Fortunately, things went smoothly. Elvis saw the guy, shook hands, and the fan had the time of his life meeting his idol. That is all we need to care about. ♥

#elvis presley #elvis #elvis the king #elvis fans #elvis fandom #elvis history #70s elvis #1972 #1972 Elvis #elvis story #true or false

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I have been following your soc comic adaptation and it just so good!!! I love how you draw them!

I have just one question: Why did you not include Inej's opening musings about Kaz on the first page? (Kaz Brekker didn't need a reason etc) I actually really like how there is not text on the first two pages, it's really atmospheric and moody so this really is not a criticism, I don't want to insult you. I guess I was just wondering what the thought process behind that was?

Oh, I've been wanting to talk about this for a while! Buckle up, this is gonna be one of my long comic rants. (Also, no offense taken at all! Anyone's welcome to question my artistic choices and I'm always happy to take critique, even though that isn't your intention.)

So, the thing is I actually planned on including that first paragraph into the comic! Here's when I first shared the thumbnails on here. Just for the sake of this post, I'll insert them here too.

The boxes are meant to be where excerpts of that introduction would go. When I was creating the thumbnails, I was thinking about how iconic these lines were and how well they introduce the world and characters. I even finished the pages with the intention to include those lines. This is from my original csp file.

When I lettered it all out, I felt like something wasn't right...? Hard to explain. I wanted silence for the opening and the narration took that away. I then thought about the reader who'd go into this without reading the novel first, wondering if they'd be thinking, Who's this Kaz Brekker guy? Is it this character on the page? It's clearer in the book, but I didn't think it paired well with what I drew. I didn't want any confusion. It's also Inej's chapter, and while Kaz's parts take up most of it, I still wanted it to feel like her POV and her story. We can hold off officially meeting Kaz until page four.

But the main reason I took it out comes down to my philosophy when it comes to comic adaptations. I believe that an adaptation should use the original story in the best way for the secondary medium. A comic adaptation should play to the strength of comics, not the original source material.

Time and time again, I see a lot of comic adaptations of books try to use a book's strength instead of a comic's. When that happens, you get pages upon pages of narration boxes and exposition that could've easily been told in a single panel's image. If you want to read excerpts from the original novel, go do that! They're beautiful and well-crafted and you should be reading the original anyway! If you're making a comic adaptation, make a comic, not an illustrated version of the novel (that's a whole field of its own).

This whole thing really ties well into what I'm doing for Chapter 3. Kaz is such an internal character, his chapters have a lot more exposition that isn't setting description or character actions. I've had to do a lot more of my own writing for this chapter than the last just to turn that exposition into his own voice as an internal monologue. Sometimes, it's just a change from "he" to "I," but there are other times I've had to write new dialogue and find ways to naturally flow between thoughts. If I didn't do the work to adapt the expository text and instead just put in narration boxes of text from the book, there would be a greater disconnect between the reader and Kaz. Third-person limited works great in books and doesn't separate the readers from the story, but in comics, first-person internal dialogue keeps the readers inside the scene better.

If I were to redo Chapter 2, I think I would try to find a way to incorporate the information from the chapter intro better. I think by losing the intro I initially planned to include, I didn't establish certain ideas very well. Ketterdam and Kerch are established later on pages 4 and 5, but I don't think I ever go back and mention The Barrel. Also, the idea that Kaz is deliberate, even if his reputation says otherwise, is important too. I've made sure to fix this kind of issue in Chapter 3 and keep record of what kind of information I'm losing as I adapt it.

#comic rant over!#thanks for the ask I really love talking about this stuff #soc comic adaptation #asks #comics talk

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Melted iron between books.

Summary: You had been sneaking into your lady's study reading her books for months, an interruption taking you from those worlds in old pages to a situation that gave you greater pleasure than any of those texts.

Warnings: Smut, spanking, riding thigh, I really don't know(?).

Author's note: I'm still a mess, this is my second fanfic, trying to improve my English, so sorry if it's a bit clumsy, but I really needed more Jane content. Any constructive criticism is really appreciated!

You gently opened the study door trying to make as little noise as possible before closing it behind you, looking at the shelves full of books, the desk with some messy papers that you tried to avoid moving at all costs to avoid someone thinking that you were spying on important documents or even notice your presence there.

The beating of your heart in your chest accelerated, still nervous regardless of the many times you had done that, because yes, it was not the first time it had happened, but it had already become a routine almost since you started working with the Murdstones.

You always waited for the lady of the house to go out to the factory with her brother, she always so upright, dressed so neatly in black, never letting practically anything of her skin show.

Jane Murdstone. The iron lady that so many servants feared, always implacable, giving sometimes cruel orders to everyone, her blue eyes watching you, judging you…

Ah… those blue eyes. They would certainly be your downfall. They were sharp, yes, but there was something about them, as if they were the two most beautiful gemstones you have ever seen in your life, with that divine shine when held against the light, as if they were the eyes of an angel, a ruthless angel...

You walked around the study, approaching the bookshelf, looking through all the books that had normally been dusty until you arrived; kept thinking, remembering that black hair always tied up so neatly, always wondering how it would look unleashed in the air, perhaps over her shoulders… her shoulders without those numerous layers of clothing…

One of the books was taken in your hands, opening it, placing your fingers on the pages, turning them over with the greatest care until you reached the story you had left the last time you were in that room.

The touch you gave to the pages was gentle as you also wondered how that lady's skin would feel under your fingers… She was always so ethereal, with her whitish skin, looking like some kind of expensive porcelain that you wanted to adore despite of everything…

You began to read the text on the pages, putting aside your compromising thoughts of your lady as you found yourself further immersed in the story.

That curious mind of yours tried to memorize each line, each detail in case the moment came when you could no longer enter, at least you could have in your mind the treasure of each one of the words recorded in those stories that fascinated you so much, for which you did these things that would surely result in severe punishment if anyone found out, but your thirst for those texts that unfolded worlds before your eyes was greater than your fear of reprisals…

Although you never imagined that the moment of your misfortune would come so soon...

It was an oversight, a clumsy oversight. You were so full, immersed in the fantasy world offered by those pages that you didn't hear the firm footsteps approaching the study, oblivious to your own world until you heard the loud sound of something crashing against a desk, looking up quickly and finding Mrs. Murdstone, who had placed her palm firmly against the desk to get your attention, snapping you out of your reverie as she frowned at you, your eyes widened in surprise and fear, closing the book in your hands quickly.

"My lady, I-".

"So you're the reason the dust stopped collecting". She said, sounding annoyed as she looked at the book in your hands, raising an eyebrow before taking it from your fingers.

She looked up at it, reading the title and running one of her hands over the hard pasting, her gaze softening strangely for a moment before turning cold and discontent again.

"Get out of here now! I don't want to see you around here again". She indicated firmly and you did not manage to do anything more than nod, hastening to follow her instructions without trusting your own voice to speak, since you knew that if you tried it, only incoherent babbling would come out.

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The rest of your day went by as normal, cleaning the house in silence as if her interruption had been just a little wild imagining in your mind, a simple unrealistic product…

In the end, the night ended up coming, darkening the house so you went to the servants' bedroom, your bedroom, changing into your usual night clothes, lighting a small candle and taking out an old paper, taking a charcoal between your fingers and tracing the words you could remember the book before Jane came.

The heart in your chest began to beat faster, unsure of what had happened, that brief interruption, the strange sensation of being ripped from that story between the pages that had been written by a person you didn't even know… the sight of that stoic woman melting for a moment by a book…

Your mind was in chaos, like a cruel, rhythmless symphony where all the instruments wanted to play a different song at the same time and you didn't quite understand why, so you ended up putting the charcoal down with the paper, leaning back with a deep exhausted sigh.

You closed your eyes, imagining that woman again, the lady of the house and that soft look that had taken place on her features for mere seconds, again the idea that it was all a product of your mind there.

The fists at your sides clenched, getting up from your place while taking the candle between your fingers, leaving the servants' room trying to be as discreet as possible, going out into the darkness of the rest of the house with only the small source of light in your hand.

Walking through the corridors you realized that in the middle of the darkness that house felt infinitely bigger compared to when it was day.

Remembering the path having done it so many times before, you ended up arriving in front of the study door again, biting your lower lip insecurely not knowing why the hell you were doing all that, being able to be in the comfort of your bed instead of sitting there torturing yourself with the possibility of being found, but you wanted to see that book again, finish it, that book that had made that iron woman malleable just by looking at it, even for fleeting seconds.

Placing your hand on the doorknob, you tried to turn it to enter, as you had done so many times before, but nothing happened, it didn't even budge. You tried again, harder, a few more times before realizing that it had been locked to prevent your entry.

Suddenly you felt a hand placed on your shoulder, jumping slightly in place at the feel of it on you, turning quickly to meet that much taller woman again.

"Also at night then?". She questioned, raising an eyebrow, her eyes looking at you strangely without anger in them, but with a spark of curiosity that was lit by the candle, the reflection of the warm flame in the midst of those ice-cold blue irises.

You were speechless, just looking at her as you realized that she was still in her usual clothes, but you remembered that the maid that helps her change, was already resting in the bedroom, while you also noticed that Jane had a candle in her free hand, still giving off a small trail of smoke, probably because she used it and quickly turned it off as soon as she saw you.

"Come, I need you to help me get ready for bed". She said close to your ear before walking away, the proximity seemed strange to you since she had always kept her distance from everyone…

You swallowed hard and quickly followed her when she turned around, the woman walking up the stairs to her room…

She opened the door, the light from within filling the hall as she entered, the figure of her shadowing you as you continued standing on the threshold, feeling strange at the thought of going through, as if you were something dirty or sinful that shouldn't be there.

"Come on silly girl, stop looking like a fool and go inside at once!". She yelled at you, snapping you out of your thoughts as she sat down in front of her dresser.

A soft sigh left you at the sight of her, finally making your way and entering, unable to shake that heavy feeling in your chest knowing that only her personal maid had served her for years before she could even set foot inside the bedchamber of the lady of the house.

"Come closer…". The woman ordered, looking over her shoulder at you, so you quickly obeyed, moving behind her, noticing your own reflection in your lady's mirror.

She look at you through your reflection, and for a moment that a small mischievous smile had appeared on that lady's lips… those lips…

"Tell me dear, what do you see there?". She asked, pointing to the mirror, to which you frowned in confusion.

"I… I see us…". You said softly, like an unsure murmur.

"That's right… a lady, a factory owner… who owns property, who is all that even a man can be…". She said, pulling hard on your shoulder, having to put a hand on her dresser to keep from falling. "And a dirty servant who sneaks off where she shouldn't". She whispered so close to your ear, sending shivers through your entire body.

"I'm sorry my lady…". You apologized as you closed your eyes, trying to calm your breathing and keep your thoughts in order despite her hot breath on your skin.

"Tell me, how long have you been reading my books?". She asked and you froze, swallowing hard. "How a dirty woman like you can even read?".

"I don't do it my lady, I just looked out of curiosity… I don't understand what the text says…". You lied, knowing that she could consider herself insulted by the fact that a servant, as well as a woman like you, could read.

"Mmm I see…". For a moment you thought heard a slight trace of disappointment in her voice, but you didn't really give it much importance. "Untie my hair then". She finally let go of your arm and you were relieved.

You straightened once more, looking at her tied black locks, blinking a few times as you tried to quell that heart excited by closeness. It was the first time you touched her.

You released her hair as carefully as you could, marveling at the texture of the dark strands between your fingers, gliding as if it were the dark night that wanted to take over your soul, slowly consume you from within until nothing was left of you.

"It is not too bad". Jane's voice echoed against your ears, the owner of that sin that was surrounding every fiber of your being was looking at you through the mirror, still judging you, but in a way quite different from what she usually did, as if you were a small dessert about to be eaten, a puzzle about to be solved, a game about to be won…

You swallowed your words, watching her rise and slide her fingers around the first of her buttons.

"Keep going". She ordered, making the air in your lungs feel so far away from you, your hands rushing to comply with her instructions, your fingers trembling as you began to remove each piece.

You pulled back her top, trying to stay as straight as you could as you carefully undid the laces of her corset, realizing that her figure was quite beautiful even without that piece pressing down on her. You also helped her out of her skirt and the many layers beneath it, blushing when you saw your lady's legs for the first time, her shirt still covering her torso, but revealing the breasts hidden behind, the hard little mounds against the fabric.

She noticed it, of course she did. Your blush had reached your damn ears and your gaze was fixed on that part of her body, but she didn't dislike it at all, on her lips a proud smile that you could never see, she leaned close to your ear again.

"Good girl…". She whispered against your skin, and you really felt the heat in you at her words, thinking you were going crazy when she fleetingly slid her hands up your forearms, too fast for you to know if she was doing it on purpose.

The woman in front of you sat back down in front of her dresser, pulling a brush out of a drawer and handing it to you, understanding your task as you quickly stepped behind her once more.

You took the strands of her hair between your fingers again without noticing the obvious mistake that you still had to change it to her nightgown before brushing it or it would get tangled again.

It was too soft for your touch, just as long and beautiful as you imagined, the little mental image you'd had of her naked with her hair loose like that appeared in your mind and you blushed even more, trying to keep your fucking sinful imaginations at bay.

The lady pulled out from among some product bottles a small folded piece of paper, pretending to have some trouble focusing the letters properly, placing a hand on your wrist over her shoulder to call your attention.

"My dear, the letters are too small for my tired eyes. Can you see what it says here?". She asked you, so you blinked a few times in bewilderment, taking the note between your fingers.

"Of course". You responded, reading the fancy handwriting that actually looked beautiful. "'And she drew me into that sin, sweet sin as hers lips connected with mine, sealing our lustful, passionate fruit, wanting to drink every last bit of her, every last drop of her'". You read with confusion.

"Hmm…". She hummed in victory, your eyes meeting through the mirror, which was when you saw her smile spread with distaste, putting down the note and realizing your mistake in an instant.

"This… I don't…".

"So you know how to read… liar girl". She said under her breath.

You had fallen, too nervous about her closeness and the figure of Jane stripped of all her layers of clothing to have thought twice before nervously agreeing to help her.

"I'm sorry my lady… really I…". You started to search for an excuse, blinking as you looked anywhere but at her, the woman getting up once more, walking to get closer to you, but you took a step back for each step she took forward.

"You're being very naughty today". She murmured, you stopping when your back hit the wall behind you, leaving you pinned against that iron woman in front of you.

"It wasn't my intention, I swear…". You tried to advocate for yourself, elated when you felt one of her hands take your wrists and press them together over your head. "I promise not to read again, I know it's inappropriate for a servant like me, I'm really sorry".

"Oh, but it's not that you read what bothers me". She said, moving closer as she placed a hand on your waist. "What bothers me is that you lied to me, you silly girl".

You swallowed hard as you felt her breath once more, trying to break free of her grip that felt like hot steel against your skin, burning to leave marks for life.

"I'm going to have to punish you for that". She whispered, her voice deep against you, pulling away after that, so you felt the air rush back into you with relief before you felt that heavy feeling hit you again as you saw her return to her bedroom door to lock it.

You had screwed up, you realized that quickly, that lady looking no less terrifying despite her casual state, causing your skin to crawl at the thought of having her upset with you.

"I hope this punishment remains well etched in your mind". She sat down on her bed as she squinted at you.

"But my lady-".

"Don't you dare scold me or disobey me if you know what's good for you". She warned dangerously, shutting you up in an instant, sighing in defeat. "Come closer".

And so you did, too nervous to speak again, just obeying like an empty puppet, a toy to her.

"Lean over my thighs". She indicated, looking at her, opening her mouth to say something before she looked at you impatiently. "Don't make me repeat myself".

Her voice was cruel, so once again you remained silent, obeying, placing yourself face down on her thighs, feeling yourself blush deeply at how exposed you were.

"So actually you can follow instructions… I thought you don't because of how you had entered my study without permission". She started to touch your butt over your underwear, lifting up your shirt.

"My lady, what are you-?". You shut yourself up before continuing to stifle a moan that tried to escape from your lips as she reached under the cloth and squeezed the hot flesh of your rear.

"I'm going to punish you… a few spankings for your bad behavior as a naughty child… because that's what you seem to be, right? A naughty girl…". She explained quite amused with the situation, letting your underwear fall down your legs until it fell to the ground, making you blush even more and twisting as you felt the cold air on your skin.

Bad selection. That only got you the first smack on your ass, leaving a groan of pain.

"You won't move for the duration of the session and I just want to hear the answers to the questions I'm going to ask you from your mouth, is that clear?". She asked, falling silent as you processed more than she liked, the second slap to your skin impacting quickly. "Is that clear?".

"Y-Yes my Lady". You said in defeat, receiving a third spanking.

"Now, tell me… How long have you been able to read?".

"Since I was twelve years old…". You responded quickly, receiving another spank, gasping for breath at the painful contact.

"How did you learn?". It was the next question.

"A guy a couple of years older from the house I worked at taught me." You confessed, receiving another spanking.

"So that's why you got fired, right?". You nodded at that. "How long have you been sneaking into my studio?". She asked, giving you another smack on the butt.

"Ah…". A moan escaped your lips, too embarrassed, hearing the sound of the air parting at Jane's raised hand, rushing you to respond. "A few months ago! A few months ago…".

Instead of taking a blow, you felt her fingers fall lightly against your reddened skin, stroking the surface gently and carefully, drawing another low moan from you to which she hummed in delight.

"Tell me more about that." She asked, caressing you.

“That… ah… It was a few weeks after I got here… when your cousin brought me here… I looked at the study and it caught my eye… so I started reading the books...". You said, your voice sounding choked as you tried to maintain your composure as you felt those fingers snake around you like that.

"Mmm… so you certainly were the reason they stopped collecting dust". She murmured, her finger trailing down between your legs, collecting some of the moisture that began to trickle down your thighs. "What a mess here."

You didn't really see her, but Jane's pupils were quite dilated as she realized that in fact the punishment she had given you had quite enjoyed, your wet pussy.

"My lady-". You gulped as you felt her finger lazily brush your clit, barely making contact, not bringing relief but more intensifying the torture, pulling your hips back for more friction, feeling her hand pull away and slam into you hard to keep you in place.

"I clearly told you not to move". She said firmly, going back to once again caressing your bottom gently. "The last book you were reading, the one I found you with, how far did you go?".

"Ah… not far… just getting started". You closed your eyes trying to concentrate when her finger was once again placed on your deep, sensitive mound. "P-Page twenty two".

"Mmm… you know… that's my favorite book". She murmured, tracing her way around your wet pussy, the entrance contracting, her smiling at how pretty your body was wanting her finger inside you so quickly. "The fragment you read a few moments ago is from that book in fact…".

Her finger traced your wet entrance without going in yet, just cruelly playing with you like you were nothing, not really concerned about your pleasure yet, just wanting answers from you at the moment.

"For the page in which you go, the love of the lady of the house for her maid has already been noted". She muttered. "Do you like it?". You weren't sure if she meant her book or her fingers on you, but either way the answer was exactly the same.

"Y-Yes…". You breathed, still trembling at her touch, not daring to move your hips no matter how much you wanted to for fear that she would pull back again.

"I didn't think a little girl like you would enjoy romances between women like the ones in that book… although it gets more interesting as you go along". She narrated, her other hand beginning to slide over your back. "There comes a time when she just leans her over the dining room… to eat some of the forbidden fruit if you know what I mean…".

She heard the catch of your breath at her words, smiling mischievously.

"Do you want to hear more about it?" She asked, to which you nodded fervently. "Mmm… yes… pretty naughty you are…". She whispered more to herself. "She spread her legs on the table… and lifted her skirt with no fiddling, just sticking her tongue into her pussy to bring out the most lewd sounds of her maid… feeling her walls on her tongue, keeping her from cum until she had her begging":

Those dirty words in her mouth only turned you on more, desperately wanting to be that damn maid, while Jane was that lady devouring you.

"Does it turn you on?". She asked.

"Yes…". You already said shamelessly.

"You know… there's also another story that I really like…". She mutters. "I found it in the hallway a few nights ago… a little piece of paper written in charcoal".

She took one of your hands, without stopping her attention between your legs, scanning your fingers and smiling when she found the dark spots that the carbon had left on your fingers that day.

"That had written little sinful thoughts that one of my maids had…wanting to see me naked with my hair falling without being tied… Do you have any ideas?". You widened your eyes when you realized that somehow one of your texts had escaped you and had found its way into the woman's hands.

"I…". You stammered, finally feeling the tip of her finger enter before she took it out, once again too far from pleasing you enough.

"Would that maid like me to fulfill that fantasy of hers?". She asked, so you just nodded, somewhat disappointed when you felt her fingers move away from you, lifting you up to leave you on her bed, sitting up, completely flushed.

You looked at her carefully when she stood up, that woman dropping her own underwear on her feet, before lifting her shirt and throwing it on the floor of the room, her hair messing with that action, sitting on the bed next to you

Her nipples were hard indeed, pink mounds, your gaze roaming over her body, reaching the curls between her legs, swallowing dry.

She smiled seeing you so content with her naked body in front of you, lying between the pillows, spreading her legs for you, massaging her own chest with her fingers before one of her errant hands moved down to insert a finger into herself, leaving you breathless to see her, that finger sliding so easily through the great humidity that she had…

"Tell me… ah… does this look like what you imagined?". Her voice was broken by gasps and moans as her other hand found her clit, beginning to gently roll it on display for you, pleasuring herself, aware that your gaze was on her.

"It's much better, believe me". You breathed, your gaze alternating between her pleasure-filled face as her eyes rolled to the back of her head to then settle on that hot pussy being defiled by her own owner.

"T-Take off that... ah... damn cloth and come... c-closer". She asked, so no doubt you rushed, no longer encouraged by fear but by the aching heat between your thighs, letting her see your equally hard nipples, moving closer to her as she requested, she taking out her wet finger and placing it in front of your mouth, you quickly put it between your lips.

You closed your eyes and hummed at the taste of her, the mist of lust in your brain as you sucked on it, opening your eyes only to look at the woman's face, to see her reaction when you finally pulled it out with a wet sound.

"You don't get tired of being naughty and dirty, do you?". She asked, her voice husky as she arranged your legs, she placing one between yours and one of yours between hers.

"Not really, ah!". You moaned as you felt the pressure of her thigh against your hot core, finally some relief from her leg tightening against that sensitive spot.

"Ngh… ah… no doubt such a p-pretty maid found my... ah... books". She moaned as well at the feel of you against her, both beginning to swing your hips against each other.

The sinful sounds were all over the room, moan after moan coming from your lips, so desperate to seek that raw pleasure in each other, both thighs filling with that liquid of the forbidden fruit that you would both eat for another occasion, now focusing on grinding it for your own delights.

Her breasts rising and falling with each movement, a more profane verbalization than the last, sometimes little sighs of your names interspersed with curses coming from your lips, arching when you touched a particularly good spot, closing your eyes at the ecstasy in your bodies.

You looked at the view in front of you, both of you meeting gazes, both aiming to record the other's body and the moment deep in your minds.

You moaned particularly loudly when her hands that had been digging into your hips released you, revealing the marks they had left below, moving to place them on your back, reaching out to press you against her, you placing your own hands on her back, scratching gently, your nipples bumping against each other with each thrust now, feeling the other's weary breath on your skin, your movements becoming more awkward as you two built your climax.

"Jane-". You had put her titles aside for a while now, gasping when you felt her mouth press against your neck, leaving a mark to claim you for the night.

"My pretty girl…". She whispered against your ear, leaving a lascivious moan for you as well as you pressed yourself hard against her.

"I'm going to… I'm close…". You said breathlessly, the black-haired woman nodding carelessly, losing any trace of her serious and demure personality.

"M-Me too… ah… don't stop…". She said, both of you chasing the last to reach the peak of pleasure.

You both ended up arching against each other, your names on each other's lips, simply merging in that act of pleasure, the iron woman completely melted now.

You fell exhausted, Jane between the pillows and you on top of her, breathing heavily.

After a few seconds, she gently cupped your cheek with her hand, caressing you gently while she looked at you tenderly, her head leaning on one of her shoulders, looking at you longingly.

You just couldn't handle yourself, leaning into her in a soft, exhausted kiss, a first kiss that sealed the warmth of your souls after all the raw lust that spilled over between the sheets of someone you weren't supposed to love, the lady of the house you worked for, all that forgotten for a moment as you both closed your eyes, allowing yourselves to be consumed by that sweet kiss.

You pulled away from her after a few seconds, feeling her hands caress your back with a love you never thought Jane could give, touching you as if you were an expensive piece imported from abroad.

You placed your cheek against her chest, looking up at her with sleepy eyes as you stroked her soft, black hair between your fingers once more, that woman smiling back at you with her eyes almost closed with sleep.

You didn't even realize when, but you both fell into a deep sleep against each other, your breaths deepening, calmed by the company, as if you somehow fit together, as if you always have.

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You widened your eyes as you felt the light entering through the window onto your face, taking a moment to focus on Jane opening the curtains of her bedroom, fully clothed, you sitting up on the bed and realizing that you were completely clean, still naked between her sheets, a small bucket of water and a towel on one of the dressers, probably the material with which she cleaned you.

"You are awake…". She murmured softly, moving closer to you when she saw you up.

"Good morning…". You greeted sleepily, stretching, realizing that you had slept like never before, that woman's bed much more comfortable than yours.

"Good morning". She placed a lock of your hair behind your ear, her gaze still soft for you. "I'll go to the factory with my brother… you can rest here".

You melted sweetly at the feel of her lips pressed against yours, closing your eyes and wrapping your arms around her neck for a moment before your wandering hands went to the front of her dress, caressing one of her breasts over her clothing, ripping her a moan that separated you both from the kiss.

"No dear, I have things to do". She announced, giving you a quick kiss before walking away from you, going to her bedroom door, opening it to leave, pointing to a book on her dresser; the same book you had been reading before she arrived at her study the day before. "You can finish it if you want and maybe I'll let you in for more".

You glanced at the book before settling your gaze on her, watching her show you a key before putting it back in her pocket, probably the one from the study that had been locked the day before.

"And I hope to see you here at the same hour". It was the last thing she said, closing the door behind, leaving you alone.

A smile crossed your lips, while you got up tiredly, taking the book in your hands, sitting back on the black-haired woman's bed, running your hand over the surface of the hard cover, opening the book now, trusting that no one would interrupt you.

You enjoyed it, without a doubt you did reading those pages with beautiful texts, your mind wandering sometimes in the thoughts of that woman again and that melted iron between books...

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