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Hello, I spotted this picture on your profile. I'm curious how long the D Agency has been open? Who is responsible for teaching there? Did Yuuki and Jitsui die because they shared Miyoshi's position? Thank you!

I think...

my timeline for "Joker Game" might help you.

Anyway D Agency was founded in 1937, autumn. Around that same time Sakuma was ordered to become the liaison but, before going there he had to wait for his hair to grow longer so he went there in 1938 April and witnessed the exams of the various spies until only eight of them remained.

Well, according to the novels from which the anime is based:

"The training in the D-Agency was full of diversity.

For example, the students had been instructed on using explosives and wireless signals, the operation of automobiles and planes, as well as learning various languages and dialects. They had received lectures from professors of renowned universities on organizational theories, religious studies and international political theories. Lessons on medical science, pharmacy, psychology, physics, chemistry and biology were also given.  

Abstruse discussions about ideologists and strategists such as Sun Tzu, Kant, Hegel, Clausewitz, Hobbes, and more that Sakuma hadn’t even heard of, often happened between students. On the other hand, professional thieves and safe-crackers had been brought out of prison to instruct the trainees on the techniques and methods. Aside from being taught on how to pick a lock using a single wire, the students also received lessons on how to secretly switch items by sleight of hand as a magician would, dance and billiards techniques. Kabuki actresses had been hired to teach the students the art of disguise, while professional gigolos demonstrated how to seduce women.

All students had been required to swim in cold water while clothed, then travel to a location far away without sleep, and use complex ciphers, memorized only a day beforehand, fluently and naturally as the languages they usually speak.

The D-Agency had even trained them to be able to disassemble shortwave radios in complete darkness, and put them back together so that they were once again functional, relying solely on their fingertips. The students had also been ordered to seamlessly open envelopes with a bamboo stick, and instantly memorize words which had been written backwards and reflected in a mirror. Letters containing orders, no matter how complicated they are, were to be destroyed on the spot after they had been read; the students had also been trained to recover destroyed letters." [Joker Game Bool 1: "Joker Game" translation courtesy of @imayooshi]

Also Yuuki himself taught to the students as well.

The image you saw is an art from Shiro Miwa, "joker Game" character designer. It reflects his own headcanon about the future of the characters from "Joker Game".

Shiro Miwa said he assumed that, after the war Yuuki forced Kaminaga to take over the organization and disappeared with Jitsui and that Kaminaga kept on receiving instruction from an unknown address. He also said he picked up 1960 because it was a time of major changes in world affairs including the Vietnam war and Kennedy assassination.

Amari apparently ended up on a wheelchair and is being taken care of by Emma.

According to Shiro Miwa the one I speculated is Miyoshi (at the time I didn't have the book with the illustration and so I couldn't read what he wrote as that image was shared by @i-dedicate-this-kill-to-the-fans here) is someone else who got recruited by Yuuki while he was in hiding.

However this is just Shiro Miwa's headcanon. Due to lack of material many fans tend to accept it as canon but it's not really canon and if the series were to be continued in the future things could go differently (especially since Odagiri and, likely, Sakuma were both likely set up to die in war).

I hope this helps! Thanks for your ask!

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[carewyncromwell]

“All my life I've lived for loving you...let me go now. “

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HPHM Cardverse developed by @ariparri // More About The Escape Artist // featuring Sarahi Silvers @dat-silvers-girl​

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Carewyn Cromwell was seen as a stoic, beautiful figure for her entire time as Queen of Hearts. What the public didn’t know that her close associates did was that for the first few years of her reign, she suffered silently, being separated from her family by the Civil War in the Country of Spades. It was even partly due to the hope that her new position would give her enough authority and reach to find her mother and brother back home and protect them from harm that Carewyn accepted the immense responsibility of Queenship in the first place. 

Although thanks to the efforts of Orion Amari, King of Clubs, Carewyn was able to reconnect with her mother, who’d escaped to the Land of Clubs as a refugee, within a year, intelligence about the fate of Carewyn’s brother Jacob was very hard to come by. The Tyrant of Spades seemed very keen to not let what happened to Jacob Cromwell see the light of day, and that secrecy only added to Carewyn and Lane’s concern. There were rumors that Jacob was imprisoned in some dark, mysterious torture chamber set aside solely for political prisoners or that he’d been murdered in various gruesome ways. One particularly upsetting one even proposed he’d been bound up in a straitjacket, tied up in a sealed bag, and then thrown over a bridge to drown in the river. 

Carewyn, for her part, desperately clung onto any shred of hope that her brother was still alive. She didn’t know if she had the heart to accept any other outcome. 

Jacob, meanwhile, took some time adjusting in the Jokers’ Domain, where Fate had deposited him. Not much is known about his beginnings there, aside from him getting into random spats with the wrong people and needing to make a quick escape before getting his nose broken or arrested. Some even propose that in Jacob’s first year in the Jokers’ Domain, the place purposefully messed with his head, making him go half-mad and forget whole chunks of his life that he then had to piece back together little by little. Others guessed it was some kind of amnesia, and that the traumatic way Jacob had managed to escape the river had caused him to hit his head and left him with severe head trauma. Still others wonder if his “death” had been a bit more literal than one might think, and when Jacob narrowly escaped Death, he only made it out with his life, not his full self or memories. Whatever the reason, Jacob’s fragmented memories and the actions they prompted out of him got him into a hell of a lot of trouble and made him plenty of petty enemies, who he then had to use his talents to evade. Fortunately, most of these “enemies” who were fellow Jokers treated the whole thing more like a big game -- the ones in the rest of Cinderhaven were a little less forgiving. The Cromwell Clan, a prominent family of jewelers in the Diamond Empire, in particular greatly detest this strange Joker called the Escape Artist. 

For all of Jacob’s fragmented memories, however, he could remember one thing -- there was someone he’d been trying really hard to get back to. A girl with ginger hair and eyes like his. 

Before long, it became clear this girl wasn’t a Joker -- Jacob certainly couldn’t find anyone like that in the Jokers’ Domain, and from what he managed to piece together of her, she seemed far too serious to belong among the likes of them. It reminded him of the stick-in-the-mud jewelers from the Diamond Empire who also had eyes like his -- and so it was in Diamonds that Jacob looked first. It was only thanks to Jacob’s great cunning and supernatural strength that he was able to parkour it over the high stone wall of the Cromwell estate with nothing but a couple of knives. 

In Jacob’s dreams, the girl with ginger hair sometimes appeared alongside another woman: an older and quieter-looking one with blond hair and similarly almond-shaped blue eyes. Both of them tended to dress in dark colors and waistcoats, so it was in the Country of Spades that Jacob looked next. In the height of the Civil War, however, it was naturally complete and utter chaos, and not the good kind either. It didn’t take long for the Tyrant of Spades to collide with Jacob and demand his immediate capture -- it also didn’t take long for Jacob to bust out of her custody once again with nothing but a broken jacket clasp as a lockpick and his own fists. 

He hated that woman, Jacob thought. The shards of knowledge he had of her were still broken and fragmented...but he somehow knew that that woman called the Tyrant of Spades was a large part of the reason why. 

Despite its upheaval, the Country of Spades sparked the most memories back to life in Jacob of any place in Cinderhaven he’d visited thus far. It was here that he figured out that the women he was looking for were named Carewyn and Lane Cromwell -- and that they’d had a family member named Jacob. Armed with this new knowledge, Jacob set about finding out what had happened to Carewyn and Lane. Lane’s exact whereabouts was harder to determine, since she’d escaped Spades as a refugee, likely to the Land of Clubs, but prior to the Civil War, Carewyn had been enrolled in a university by the sea in the Kingdom of Hearts, so that was where Jacob searched first. When he arrived in the Kingdom of Hearts, the Escape Artist initially took little interest in people talking about their King and Queen...until he noticed one local artist painting out a likeness of said Queen, with long flowing ginger hair and bright sky-blue eyes. 

Carewyn, the artist had called her. Queen Carewyn. 

Jacob’s heart felt like it had burst at the seams. Half-mad with joy, the Escape Artist ran all the way across the country toward the Palace of Hearts and actually set about trying to break in. 

Needless to say, he was quickly arrested. Needless to say as well, he soon enough broke his way back out and used his new position inside the Palace walls to try to seek out the Queen of Hearts. He eventually found her talking with the King in the royal gardens -- and it was here that Jacob was taken down a second time, this time by the royal gardener, Sarahi Silvers. The Escape Artist had admittedly been too distracted to notice such an innocent, cherubic girl tending to the red palace roses close by...but even if he had, there’s no way in the world he could’ve imagined that, upon seeing this crazy-haired escaped prisoner spying on the King and Queen, she would respond with such a mean uppercut that Jacob was knocked right off his feet.

“You stay away from the Queen, you -- you creeper!” Sarahi cried in shaky, but righteous anger. 

Once he’d recovered from the punch, Jacob dodged Sarahi’s second strike, making a mad dash for Carewyn and Diego. Immediately putting down her basket so that the rabbit inside could dart off to safety in the bushes, Sarahi then proceeded to tackle Jacob and pin him to the ground so he couldn’t escape. The noise summoned the palace guards, who quickly locked Jacob back up in manacles, even as the short, but strong man wrestled in their grip, bellowing and screaming like a mad animal. 

“LET GO OF ME! LET GO! I NEED TO GET BACK TO HER! I PROMISED! LET GO!”

Diego, for his part, immediately took out the sword attached to his side and stood in front of Carewyn protectively as he approached.

“Guards, please,” he said, however startled he was by the mad fit the prisoner was undertaking, “there’s no need to be rough with the man. He’s clearly not in his right mind...”

“But your Majesty,” the captain of the guards said tensely, “he already escaped one of our high-security cells! And he’s clearly here to target her Majesty -- ”

Carewyn herself considered the insane man writhing in the guard’s grip. Underneath all those messy dark curls, his eyes were as hollowed-out as a skull’s -- and yet, their color and shape...

Carewyn’s and Jacob’s eyes both widened, upon meeting.

“...Jacob?” Carewyn breathed disbelievingly. 

Something in Jacob’s mind cracked open. It was like Carewyn’s whisper tore down a dam in his mind, sending images rushing over his eyes, mind, and heart in a flood --

Jacob. He was Jacob -- Jacob Cromwell. He’d worked in the Country of Spades, under that woman now called the Tyrant. He’d worked with Duncan Ashe, the Jack of Spades, in that time long before. He’d been trying to stay under the radar, all so he could sneak out to the Kingdom of Hearts, where she was waiting for him --

Carewyn. Carewyn Cromwell. Carewyn Cromwell, his little sister, his baby sister, his precious sister -- 

With a mad, inhuman burst of strength, Jacob managed to throw off both of the guards holding him and -- even with his wrists still manacled together -- he managed to dodge both Sarahi and Diego and throw his chained arms up and over Carewyn’s head and around her in a suffocating vice grip. 

“Wyn!”

The cry was loud and strained, but also choked, like the most pitiful whine of a dog. Jacob clung to Carewyn like a child, even as his face burst into the fullest, most handsome smile and his eyes streamed with tears.

“Wyn -- my Wyn -- I found you -- I found you!”

And then, to Jacob’s immense relief, Carewyn likewise seized hold of him, her hands sinking into the back of his coat like claws.

“Jacob!” she choked. “You’re alive -- thank God, you’re alive -- !”

“Yeah,” Jacob said shakily. His manacled arms were trembling around her as he buried his head in her ginger hair. “Yeah, I am -- Wyn -- I’m so sorry -- I promised I’d see you soon -- I’d promised I’d meet you here, but I’m so late -- ”

“It’s okay,” Carewyn rasped. “It’s okay, Jacob -- ”

“I promised Mum I’d get out another way,” Jacob rambled under his breath. “I promised I’d find you, and then find her -- ”

His mother. His mother, Lane. That was who had been with Carewyn -- that was the other woman who’d accompanied Carewyn in his dreams, all those times -- 

“Mum’s fine,” Carewyn reassured him just as quietly. “Orion offered her sanctuary, in Clubs...”

“That bloke?” Jacob frowned for a reason he couldn’t quite articulate. “Hn...guess it’s better than Mum going back to the Empire...”

Everyone around the two Cromwell siblings were left perfectly dumbfounded, watching all this. Sarahi looked at Diego, her face completely bewildered. 

“Um...is this guy here to hurt the Queen or not?” she asked. “Because I don’t know what’s going on anymore.”

Diego, however, knew Carewyn well enough that he could put together exactly who this man was. And when he did, his face filled up with such relief that it made him beam from ear to ear.

“...So the infamous ‘Escape Artist’ is...”

Carewyn’s shining eyes were full of happy tears as she smiled at Diego and nodded. Jacob’s eyes, likewise full of tears, regarded Diego with a broad smirk over his shoulder.

“Me,” he finished coolly. 

With seemingly no effort, he’d dislodged the manacles that had locked his wrists together and tossed them idly at Diego’s feet.

“Let’s see how long any of you can hold me, King of Hearts.”

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Quick notes, I'm going to talk A LOT about my ocs and yumeships here (mainly from World Trigger tho). I'm still trying to figure out tumblr setting (i'm old sorry) but I usually divided them with some emojis:

⛺🏮 (for Azuma Haruaki (World Tigger) x Shimizu Akari (OC); aka AzuAka)

💳💋 (for Karasawa Katsumi (World Trigger) x Nakano Tsubaki (OC); aka KaraTsuba) (don't judge me i have no regret)

🐬🦊 (for Amari (Joker Game) x Miyō (OC); aka AmaOC)

(I'll talk about all of them later, but for now this is just a quick notes)

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Part 1: Fares amongst his friends!

Once upon a time in a swanky London borough, there lived a teen named Fares. His parents were loaded, and Fares had everything: the latest gadgets, designer clothes, and a shiny sports car. But for all his wealth, he was bored out of his mind.

One night, while invited by his online friends house, at a posh party, he overheard some locals chatting about a raucous street fair in a dodgy part of town. Fares, feeling adventurous and a bit reckless, decided to ditch the boring elite and check it out.

Rolling up in his flashy ride, Fares stepped into a world that smelled like fried food and echoed with laughter. He quickly found a group of kids who were as rough around the edges as they were fun. There was Mia, a fiery girl with a quick tongue and a knack for trouble; Amari, the joker who could make anyone laugh; and Daiki, a thrill-seeker who had a penchant for the weird and wacky.

“Look who decided to play in the ghetto!” Mia shouted, her eyes glinting with mischief.

“Shut up! I’m here for the fun!” Fares shot back, a smirk on his face.

They dragged him through the fair, where they played games that made Fares’s heart race. They dared him to try the scariest ride, and as they screamed and laughed, Fares realized he was having more fun than ever.

But the night took a turn when Daiki suggested exploring an old, abandoned house at the edge of the fair. “It’s haunted, man! Let’s go!”

Fares, feeling the thrill, nodded. “Hell yeah! Let’s see if this place is really spooky.”

The house was dark and creepy, filled with flickering lights and distorted mirrors. As they wandered through, strange noises echoed. Mia screamed, “What the hell was that?!”

“Oh, chill! It’s probably just a rat!” Amari laughed, but even he sounded a bit nervous.

Suddenly, they heard a loud crash. They froze. “Let’s get the hell out of here!” Daiki yelled, but Fares was too curious. He led the way deeper into the maze.

They stumbled upon a hidden room, where old carnival posters hung, and in the corner stood a dusty fortune teller machine. “Dude, let’s see what it says!” Fares dared, feeling reckless.

Mia rolled her eyes. “You’re such an idiot. Fine, let’s see your future.”

Fares dropped a coin into the machine, and it whirred to life. The card that popped out read, “Danger lurks in the shadows.” The group laughed, but Fares felt a chill creep up his spine.

“Yeah, right. Let’s get out of here before I get freaked out,” he said, trying to sound tough.

As they turned to leave, the door slammed shut. Panic set in. “What the actual hell?!” Amari shouted.

Fares felt his heart race. “Okay, this is getting ridiculous!”

They banged on the door, but it wouldn’t budge. Then, a voice echoed from the shadows. “Welcome, ladies and gentlemen! Care for a game?”

A figure stepped forward, cloaked in shadows. “Complete my challenges, and I’ll let you out. Fail, and you’ll be stuck here forever!”

“Are you kidding me? This is some horror movie crap!” Mia yelled, but they had no choice.

With a mix of terror and excitement, they accepted the challenge. They faced ridiculous tasks—dancing like idiots, solving riddles, and even facing the most annoying and disgusted challenges. They laughed, screamed, and supported each other, their camaraderie growing stronger with each challenge.

Finally, they completed the last task, and the door creaked open. “You’re free! But remember, adventure is out there!” the voice said, fading into the darkness.

Gasping for breath and laughing about their insanity, Fares realized he had found something more valuable, friends who shared real adventures.

From that night on, the bored venturer embraced the crazy life with his new friends. They explored the city’s hidden gems, faced fears, and created unforgettable memories, proving that sometimes the best adventures happen outside your comfort zone.

If you like the story let me know part 2 out soon! 😁😜

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Joker Game icons I edited from official art

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[jgfiles]

Aah, I see. I actually wanted to discuss these headcanons with you, who are familiar with the Joker Game, like, do you think the D Agency continued to exist after WWII? Will the agency continue to accept new students? Will Kaminaga teach them, along with othersㅡexcept Amari? Or will the agency close and they return to being ordinary people, working as ordinary people, such as university lecturers or business owners? When do you think the agency will quit operating? Etc, etc. This is just for my fanfic, so I understand if you object. I deeply apologize for the trouble. 😖🙏🏻

It's no trouble at all! Fanfic authors should help each other!

Now... I think since D Agency was based on the real life Nakano school, it likely followed it's fate, especially since D Agency was part of the Japanese Army, Japanese Army which ended up on being disbanded in 1947.

Likely D Agency too ended up on being first having its spies used by the allies then being officially dismantled, at least as an Army spy agency.

Now... Nakano School had over 2500 graduates before it was closed... and in the novel D Agency too has more graduates than our 8 spies, which were merely the first batch it produced (and in the novel it produced 12 of them as a first batch).

It makes sense as Japan likely had more than 8 countries in which he needed to deploy spies so it would be pretty weird for D Agency to stop at 8.

We might headcanon D Agency produced more spies but as war started taking a turn for the worst they were pressured into doing a rushed job so the first 8 are the ones that were above every other batch... which means Yuuki might have wanted to save those spies from being discovered by the allies so they could keep on working for Japan in the shadows.

Hence he goes in hiding and, in a way, his spies go in hiding too, the new agency being no more part of the army and even more secretive than the old one... with Kaminaga as the new boss and, possibly, Sakuma as their official front (kind of like something similar to his role as liaison, a connection between the spies and the government).

And, of course, they'll have to train more people because otherwise they'll end up very understaffed... Amari can still be a spy but since he's in a wheelchair he can't be an action man and Jitsui left with Yuuki so, while he's probably working with him, he's not under Kaminaga either. With Miyoshi being dead, even if one assume Sakuma decided to become a spy now, it's still a very small number of spies, they wouldn't accomplish much.

Or, of course, we can assume our beloved spies stopped being spies... or maybe some of them did and some did not. It can be fun to picture what they would do were they decide to quit being spies!

I'm quite fond of this video which speculates Sakuma had a normal life after the war but the spies are still around even if the building where D Agency was had been destroyed.

I guess it can be up to what you prefer and to how you see the characters. You can make your story as close to real life as you want or part from it drastically. You can even have the spies become spies for another country... or they all die... and maybe reincarnate like in this video.

There's also people who speculated miyoshi survived... and a doujinshi series which claim Miyoshi became a ghost and Sakuma become a spy and took over Miyoshi's spy name (the spies don't use their true names but fictional names so Miyoshi's name isn't really Miyoshi).

I don't know if what I said gave you some useful ideas but I hope so and that you'll write a wonderful fic! Good luck with it!

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D-Agency spies and cigarettes.

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Joker Game is now my favorite mystery, psychological, thriller series.

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some jg sticker designs!!! 

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Sakuma & D.Agency from the new JG Stage PV

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stuff i've drawn for jg so far!

1. fantasy

2. cigarette kiss

3. warm

4. jitsui day

5. day off

6. umeda