#lord of the rings oc appreciation

[sun-snatcher]

Repentant!Sauron AU following the TROP timeline. A plot-driven reader-insert fic that is also just an excuse for me to explore the brief repentance implied in the Silm.🤞🏼

[lenas-oc-chronicles]

Ana Mitchell

Fandom: The Lord of the Rings

Face Claim: Brittany Murphy

About: Ana is the epitome of a bimbo (positive.) She loves animals of all kinds and is the type to pspsps at a wild cougar. She laughs loudly, cries openly, and tries to see the best in others whenever possible. She's a highly sensitive person and gets attached to others quickly. She loves love - whether seeing it expressed by others, or experiencing it herself.

Aesthetics: Style

Romantic Pairing(s): Boromir, Haldir

Key Friendship(s): Legolas, Eowyn, Arwen

Plot Summary: Ana gets isekai'd into The Lord of the Rings while she's on her way to meet friends for a vacation. She read the books in school and watched the movies a couple of times, and because of her vague knowledge it's assumed she has some sort of foresight abilities. She's sent with the fellowship to Mount Doom armed with her Hello Kitty taser and the skills she learned from her self defense class.

[a-wayfairing-stranger]

The Gondorian royal family

Lineth with her husband Aragorn and their three children, Siidyn, Nissel and Olthadis

[mikaela-the-slut-expert]

*knocks the door* Hello there! 💙 I hope you're doing great, because an idea came to my head again!)))

I apologize in advance, because my post will be long and it will be about my OC and his city, so the request will only be at the end. And here's the idea...

I was thinking of a story where my OC would finally be able to feel helpless again and learn to appreciate more that Hualian is around, and at the same time learn to ask for help. A old and basic idea came to mind, BUT... I like it. My OC, a demon and the god of Quiet death, manages his city as your OC and Hua Cheng do. Only for me his city at first looks like a large dark forest with lights of blue flame and animals whose fur is highlighted.. You know, like in Avatar, if you've watched it, or in Skyrim, there are such animals in one of the missions (google the "skyrim vale deer" and that's it)). And then the main part of the city is hidden under the arches of a cave in a huge mountain, where plants and tree grow thanks to magic. And plants highlighted too. It looks like an elven town in the Lord of the Rings, only in Chinese style. A very quiet place where demons and souls come to seek peace, a life they might not have had before death.

The main palace in black and blue tones, dark wood, elegance, expensive, but not fancy things around... HUGE collections of fans and poisons...

And of course, a temple for Xie Lian... It is not big, but extremely cozy, quiet, almost personal, as if the person who created the temple did not show how much he is ready to give to his god, but rather is ready to give extremely little, but no less valuable... His own heart...

So, near the city, an unknown creature began to rage in the village and my OC went to deal with it. Alone. Because, why not actually. Nobody wants to put loved ones' lives in danger, even if they are much stronger than you. And he defeated this creature... But he was cursed and turned into a child. Like... A newborn baby... (If you are not comfortable with children, then you can make him a kitten, small, white fur, frightened eyes and trembling from any rustle)

And just imagine, Hua Cheng and Xie Lian are worried that their beloved has disappeared, and then snakes come to them (pets of my OC, you can change it to birds if you feel comfortable) and bring them their beloved under a curse...

And I wonder how you see Hualian care and how they will remove the curse from their beloved reader X))

Cursed headcanons

Hua Cheng x M!reader x Xie Lian

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorryyyyyyyy 😭🙏 I was taking a small break from writing so plz don't get impatient with me guys. However he's I love that so much? Like the detail? The settings? The animals? I love it wtf? You are I fear. Anyways I hope you like this and I hope it makes you for the long wait����

And I really, really, really hope you don't mind that I wrote him as a toddler 🫠🙏🖤

Also you said like, how your OC was giving his heart? So I used ashes instead.

Also I rlly am not liking my writing rn so I'm rlly sorry if the quality is awful

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When Hua Cheng and Xie Lian saw you again they did not expect to see you as a toddler. As in a little boy. As in not your normal form. . .

You were all supposed to meet up at Puqi shrine, just to hang out, cuddle. You know normal lover stuff.

It seems you didn't make it peacefully, in fact it doesn't even look like you remember them.

Your snakes had apparently led the way.

They knew it was you because of the snakes of course. Also not just any little boy would be okay with snakes roaming over his arms, and neck

Hua Cheng and Xie Lian take you inside and start doting on you immediately

They've found nothing out. You don't remember them, or what happened

Sigh

Xie Lian is worried, initially he doesn't know how to fix it. They don't know anything so how can they fix it?

Hua Cheng is worried but more so angry. Who did this? Was it a heavenly official or maybe a ghost? Whoever it was he'll track them down and take care of them for you

The important part is getting you back to normal first though

Xie Lian asks Ling Wen about what curses it may be

Hua Cheng is trying to think if this might be like the time he turned into a kid too but they crossed that out

At the end of the day they come up with. . . Nothing. Yet.

Xie Lian decides for the three of you that maybe rest is what you all need

So that night in bed a toddler lies between the two of them.

You look comfortable in their arms so at least you aren't crying from fear

Hua Cheng was very happy when you were not scared of him.

The next day Xie Lian and Hua Cheng decide something different.

They know you were at your abode so maybe the problem happened there?

Soooo that's where they go, of course with your snake's help, seeing as you don't remember anything

The whole time you're either in Xie Lian's arms or clinging to Hua Cheng's legs.

They're actually having fun with this whole, you being a toddler thing. Not forever though.

All of you get to your city with no problems. . .

Except when they get to the "city" it's a cave.

At first Hua Cheng is debating to tie your snakes together by the tails but Xie Lian calms him down.

Then they both panic because suddenly you're missing.

The little you ran into the cave!

They give chase and then suddenly are wowed when they see your city.

It was hiding in the cave the whole time. Huh, no wonder.

They also find you petting some strange deer with highlighted fur, like literally glowing.

Xie Lian and Hua Cheng have never seen something like this before, they've never had the chance to see your city.

You're always too embarrassed to let them in

They quickly pick you up and Hua Cheng keeps you in his arms this time.

After admiring the city they follow the snakes again.

This time they've been led to a temple.

Who knows what's going through those snake's minds but apparently they're giving your lovers a whole tour

Because the next stop was a temple.

It's not gaudy but not out of shape either. It's elegant, definitely meant for a well loved god or goddess

Xie Lian and Hua Cheng find out who it's for when they see Xie Lian's statue in the temple.

They look around a bit, surprised there aren't many offerings at all. But they notice why when they look at statue Xie Lian's hair.

A hair pin

It's the only thing that isn't a part of the statue, it's not the same material or anything. So what is it then?

Hua Cheng and Xie Lian carefully look at it. After a few minutes Hua Cheng confirms that the hair pin is made of ashes.

Your ashes.

A hairpin, in Xie Lian's hair, you gifted, your ashes

Oh my

Xie Lian is flustered and puts it back where it was. Hua Cheng is smiling at toddler you

You don't know what's going on just yet but they know what a hairpin means

Once they're done appreciating all the fine details you've made for Xie Lian they're led away once again.

Finally to the spot where you were cursed

Xie Lian guess by the dead creatures carcass you must have been cursed by it.

This won't be a hard curse to get rid of, just destroy the creatures body and get rid of the ashes. Then you should turn back to normal.

So Xie Lian hopes.

Hua Cheng does all of it though he wouldn't dare let Xie Lian touch something so dirty. He places you in the safety of Xie Lian's arms so he can do so

After that's all gotten rid of, toddler you poofs and turns big again

They catch you up to speed pretty quickly, then you get ganged up on by kisses and teasing.

They want to see more of your city before you guys leave

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Bro

I'm so sorry if it's bad

just tell me in the comments I might try writing something better. I love you guys 🥰🖤

[queenmeriadoc]

Lover x Gorgeous

Will you?

Louis x Merry

Louis x Merry x Paper Rings x Enchanted

The Coronation of the High Queen

Husbands

Merry

Lady Merry

ROP OC Moodboard

Merry x Celebrimbor x Gil-Galad

Merry Celebrimbor x Gil-Galad v2

Merry x Celebrimbor x Gil-Galad v3

Merry x Celebrimbor x Gil-Galad - Book Cover

Merry x Celebrimbor x Gil-Galad x Lover x Gorgeous

Chaos Mood for @bananaphanta

Pretty Mood for @starladyy

Pure Art for @starladyy

Four Fictional Crushes

Myself as a moodboard

Myself as a moodboard v2

Name x Core x Pinterest

2024 Energy - Original post by @thesolarangel

My year in Blorbos 2024 - Original by @hippodameia

Louis Oakley

Louis Oakley x Lover

ME in another universe, but can also be Celebrimbor x Mirdania

ROP Stills

Husbands

WIP - Elrond x Gil-Galad

Charles Edwards

Charles Edwards v2

Charles Edwards x Benjamin Walker

Ships (Platonic and Romantic):

Arondir x Bronwyn x Paper Rings

The Brandyfoots

Celebrían x ROP!Elrond x Home

Disa x Durin x Elrond

Elendil and Isildur

Elendil and Eärien and Isildur

Galadriel x Halbrand x Out of the Woods

Galadriel x Halbrand x Stars

Galadriel x Elendil x Stars

Gil-Galad x Elrond x Willow

Haladriel - Galadriel x Halbrand

Adar:

Adar x Home

Adar x Moon

Adar

Summer Celebration Week 1

Arondir:

Arondir x Bad Blood

Arondir x Stars

Arondir x The Story of Us

Summer Celebration Week 1

Bronwyn:

Brownwyn - The Southlands

Summer Celebration Week 1

Celebrimbor:

Celebrimbor x Treasure

Summer celebration Week 1

Sneak-peak

Disa:

Disa x Look What You Made Me Do

Elrond:

Elrond x Dear Reader

Elrond x Magic and Light

Elrond x Treasure x Sun

Lord Elrond of Rivendell feat both Aramayo and Weaving

Summer Celebration Week 1

Galadriel:

Modern!Galadriel x Coffee

Galadriel x Pillow

Lady Galadriel - Cate Blanchett x Morfydd Clark

Galadriel x The Man

Summer Celebration Week 1

Gil-Galad:

Gil-Galad

Do it for him

Kemen:

Kemen x Bullying

Marigold Brandyfoot:

Marigold Brandyfoot

Poppy Proudfellow:

Poppy Proudfellow

Sail-master

The Sail-master x Gorgeous

Sauron/Halbrand

Sauron x Bejeweled

Sauron Appreciation Society

Countdown - 28 August: One / Sauron

Aragorn x Arwen x Love Story

Boromir x Anti-Hero

Eomer x Shieldmaiden!Reader

Éowyn x Heart

Éowyn x Faramir x Enchanted

Frodo and Sam x Safe and Sound

Legolas x Enchanted

Merry and Pippin x ME!

Bilbo x Thorin

Fili x Gold Rush

Thorin x Bejeweled

Thranduil x Dragon

Taylor Swift v1

Speak Now (TV)

Folklore

Lover

Vigilante Shit

Francis Crozier

Alexander McDonald

[teaboot]

Since I've seen many posts about people missing how common asks used to be, I have been trying to send to more asks to engage more. I really don't want to bother anyone though so I'd love to know if you enjoy receiving asks and if so what kind of asks. Detailed? Vague? Work? Fandom? Movies? Books? Childhood? Gardening? Thoughts? OTPs? OCs? I'm sure there are way more categories, I'm not limiting you to these listed options. Perhaps if it's an easier question what types of asks do you not like?

pPAAASGGFYGGJIK THANK YOU?

Detailed asks good yes

Vague asks??? Do not understand but open to the concept

Fandom: My first Fandom was X-Men, then Lord of the Rings, then Homestuck, Transformers, Fullmetal Alchemist, Teen Wolf, Avengers (first movie, when it came out), Batman, Overwatch briefly, Mass Effect, Gravity Falls, Trigun, and now my sister's getting me into Call of Duty! Feel free to ask about any!!

Movies: Yes movies are a great topic I have SO MANY

Oh lord I haven't consistently been up to date on books in FOREVER but yes books are good, you can ask book questions, I'm reading a lot of old classics and recently finished Pride & Prejudice, am now on The One That Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest

Childhood- oh my god bud you have no idea

Gardening- My house is full of plastic plants on account of how good I am at killing things

Thoughts- Always

OTPs YO YES

OCs? YO YEAH GO FOR IT I NEVER TALK ABOUT THEM aaaaah I need to start writing again- I've been working on an urban fantasy for like. God like 7-8 years now

If I don't like an ask I'll just ignore or delete it but not much is off the table. I will not answer where exactly I live, who I am, if I'm a specific person you met, etc. for safety reasons.

I've worked in sex education so I can answer questions on that topic but if you get too personal or abrasive I will not respond.

I'm regularly flooded with donation requests and it's often too hard to figure out which are real and which are scams using stolen legit posts so as a general rule I do not spread those, I'm sorry.

And if you pop in to sexually harass me or use abusive language towards myself or others then I'm just gonna block you and delete the message.

If you want to warn me that a post I shared came from a bad source I do appreciate that, but if I do my research and can't find a legitimate reason to block someone then I probably won't.

I consider Legitimate Reasons to block someone on recommendation to be abusive language and behaviour, threats, bigotry, propagation of misinformation, production of AI content, and encouragement of dangerous behaviors that pose genuine harm to self or others. I'm not gonna block a random cause they enjoy Steven Universe and you think it's annoying. We all like stuff.

Womp-womp.

Thanks for asking!!! I probably shoulda talked about some of this myself, lol

EDIT: Terfs and radfems are block on sight, it's not your fault you're dumb but I am not capable of educating all of you

[annabawritersdream]

My Long Lost Love

Sean Bean as Boromir

Julia Ormond as Thalindriel (Elf-OC)

The Captain of Gondor suddenly came to a halt as he heard a faint noise in the distance. He blinked repeatedly as his vision adjusted to the outdoors and hid behind a nearby tree, slowly unsheathing his dagger. For the first time since he had left his home for Rivendell, he took full notice of his surroundings. Two weeks had passed since he had entered the Valley of Imladris and, unlike so many others, he had not been able to appreciate the nature around him, his mind occupied by gloomy thoughts concerning the safety of the White City and that of its people. It was there that he longed to return, it was there that he wished to be. He wished to be with his father, he wished to fight alongside his countrymen. He wished to fight alongside his little brother who, now more than anything, was in need of his help and comfort.

Two weeks had passed since he had stepped into a realm concealed to those whom the One had doomed to die and for fourteen days he had suffered, his heart blind to the unwavering beauty of what had been and still was a sanctuary for weary travelers. He was now noticing all the details of the forest in which he had almost inexplicably found himself, his brain fully alert. His fingers were tightly wrapped around the hilt of the dagger, his muscles tensed as he prepared to attack. Though he was fairly confident no harm would come to him, he still did not trust the Elves. His heartbeat quickened, his breathing becoming labored as a feeling of intense anxiety grew within him. That mysterious noise had reached his ears once more and he could now hear it more clearly. It was a whistle. Someone was whistling and he was unable to see their face. He gulped as he remained still, his lips pursed and his brow furrowed.

And then he saw her. A tall woman was coming his way, her long dark hair styled in a tousled braid which caressed her back. She was holding a rack in one hand and some sheets in the other. Boromir lowered his weapon as he curiously watched the scene unfolding before his eyes. Who was that woman? What was her purpose? Was she a friend of Lord Elrond's? A daughter of his perhaps? Was she even an elf?

She walked calmly and Boromir resisted the temptation to look away. He knew it was not polite to stare at ladies, yet there was something in her ways which he found surprising and utterly fascinating. Her whistling soon turned into humming and her humming soon turned into a tune. Boromir did not know the language she was singing in but the marvel of her voice could not be denied. He felt as if he had strayed into a dream, the worries which had plagued his mind and tormented his spirit abruptly washed away. Minas Tirith, Gondor, his people, the One Ring...it all seemed irrelevant. Unable to take his eyes off her, he watched as stopped in front of a giant oak tree. She looked up and he followed her gaze until he noticed a small house, the branches of the tree serving as its main foundation. He scratched his beard pensively. Did she truly live in a tree house? Was it common among the people of Rivendell? Faramir would have known. He had developed a fascination for the Eldar early in his childhood and had read extensively about their customs. Boromir did not recall him ever mentioning tree-houses though. He frowned and sighed. She had placed the sheets into a basket fastened to a rope and then patiently removed a few dead leaves around the base of three with her rack.

Boromir stepped forward and the woman turned. He offered a polite smile as he noticed her pointy ears. She was indeed an elf.

"My lady? Are you well?"

The eyes of the Elf-maid were wide and Boromir was surprised to see how different they looked compared to those of the other Elves he had met until that very moment. While the eyes of other Elves were cold and gray, hers had a warmth to them and were as brown as the good, tilled earth.

He cleared his throat as he awaited an answer and lowered his gaze as he received none. She stared at him in fear, her hands clenching the rack.

“There is no need for you to be afraid. I will not hurt you," he said, hoping to sound convincing. "I only wondered..."

Her gaze shifted to his hands and Boromir realized she was actually looking at his dagger.

Forgive me. With your permission, I will put it away. As I said, there is no need to be scared."

The Elf-maid remained silent and Boromir ended up staring at the tip of his boots in embarrassment.

"Do you...understand me? Do you speak my language?

He took another step forward but, before he realized it, he fell to the ground, his head bulging. Something heavy had hit him and the Captain of Gondor whimpered as he very slowly opened his eyes again. The Elf-maid was still holding the rack and Boromir quickly figured she had used it as a weapon.

"Why did you..."

The Elf-maiden dropped the rack, her and eyes even wider than before. She quickly climbed the tree using the rope attached to the basket and pulled it up, disappearing into the tree-house. Still sore and confused, Boromir sat up and buried his face in his hands.

He wanted to see her again. He needed to apologize. He would wait for her. He had time. She had enchanted him and he knew in his heart that there was no going back.

So...I made this edit today and I immediately started writing this. Thalindriel (unnamed in this snippet) is Boromir and Erien's mom, Enna's cousins. They will appear in The Lady of Ithilien and Long Lost Love (I'd love to translate the title into Sindarin) is basically a spin-off telling the story of how their parents met. I honestly giggled so hard at idea of her hitting him with a rack so I kind of ran with it. Also, she didn't answer him because she doesn't speak Westron. And the tree-house is her safe place away from everyone. She's nice but very anti-social and shy. I suppose she just loves being on her own.

I hope you enjoyed this little snippet!

I'll post the full chapter (I think it will be the first) on AO3 when it's fully done (in a long, long while).

@tolkienocweek (tagging you because you said I could)

[taygra5shaon]

🎨OPEN COMMISSIONS!🎨

if would like a request, please send me a description of your OC or favorite character!! References and pictures are required (all tipe of sketches are greatly appreciated)

WHAT I WILL ACCEPT:

💗OCs

💗FanArt

💗Anime and Comics

💗Creatures of all kind

💗Furry

💗Transformers and robots

💗Romantic scenes

💗Gore and Monsters

💗Mermaids and Sirens

WHAT I WILL NOT ACCEPT:

🖤Genitals

🖤Anything sexually explicit

🖤Realistic portrait

🖤Heavy violence (or Tumblr will censure me...)

💖THINGS I WOULD LOVE TO DRAW💖

BALDUR'S GATE 3

BATMAN

INKHEART trilogy

STAR WARS and THE MANDALORIAN

Lord of the Rings / The Hobbit

Queen and Labyrinth

Resident Evil

The Dark Pictures anthology

Until Dawn and Quarry

Good Omens

Marvel and DC

Stranger Things

Harry Potter

The Last of Us

The Walking Dead

The Witcher

Dirk Gently

Mystery Skulls Animations

GHIBLI

Drawing will take some time, don't despair if i dont answer or post quickly. I'll try my best to finish all!

PAYEMENT INFO

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-Payment is required upfront

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[destiny-islanders]

So, I've been following for a while, and, gotta say, been loving it ever since! Especially the vibrancy of the colors you use!

And now, I've gotta ask the one question that I ask everyone who has an OC I find charming and fun (also, please forgive if you've already answered this question)!

About your stylish, handsome cat lad, Z'ahra, if you could have anyone to be his VA who would it be (bonus points for why)?

thank you so much! i really appreciate that a lot ;_;

as for z'ahra's voice, i imagine elijah wood's frodo voice from the lord of the rings movies. it just has such a softness and sweetness to it that i think suits z'ahra really well ;u;

[nifolution]

Love Me Forever

Pairing: Jake Jensen / Plus Size Reader

Summary: A brief look into what Jake and his Angel are up to.

Warnings: fluff, hits of sexy time

A/N: This is a sequel to Love Me Again. Takes place about two years in the future.  This is a revised copy of my oc fic. It is still written in 3rd person. No stealing, no reposts, no translations, no feeding to AIs. Comments, reblogs and likes are always welcome and appreciated.

Love Me Again     Main Masterlist

Y/N sat propped up on their bed, her legs bent up. Clad in only a bra and her lover’s eyepatch, faintly smelling like pink starbursts, cherishing the perfect moment. The fear of losing this again lived in the back of her mind. Her soulmate came back to her, she refused to take a single day for granted.

It took a long time for them to get back to this place. Rebuilding what they used to have brick by brick until their foundation was solid once more. She fell in love with him every day. With every bad joke, every laugh, every kiss. He never stopped showing that he belonged to her, and she to him.

Jake wore his favorite pirate hat and Lord of the Rings boxers. Contently cuddling his angel’s legs, placing lazy kisses on her knees, soaking up the postcoital bliss. She stroked his arm and back, making him purr. Most days he couldn’t believe his angel was real. Thankful for each day she chose him. There was no one more perfect in his eyes. He prayed he would never lose her again.

They had just finished celebrating the addition of the Sword of Omens to their weapons wall. After a brief debate on where it looked the best, they decided it fit between Excalibur and the Bat’leth. Their house décor was a geek's dream. The real deal items however, had to be hidden. Of course there were several secret passages built into the home. Y/N’s lab where she worked on her drones and Jake’s equipment had to be kept safe.

Parting her legs, he moved between them with a mischievous glint in his eyes. He has her full attention. On all fours, he growled like a tiger while stalking up her body. Once nose to nose, he pulled back, wiggling his eyebrows. His right hand disappeared under the pillow next to her, fiddling with something she couldn’t see.

“Ta da!” Jake pulled his hand out, now wearing three finger puppets. 

“Are those rats?”

He tsksd at her, “Opossums my dear, America's only marsupial. Have some respect.” Shimmying lower, he half rested on her belly, making himself comfortable.

Using her as a stage, he began to dance them across her stomach as she watched with amusement.

“Look, it’s a remake of see no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil. BUT they forgot, smell no evil?” Jake loudly sniffed the air. “There's evil afoot.” 

He continued to sniff all over Y/N, tickling her. Reaching her neck, he narrowed his eyes at her. Taking a large whiff and a small lick, he moved away. Lips pursed in suspicion, “Hmm, semi evil.”

“Mwahahaha.” A fourth puppet popped up on the index finger of his left hand.

“Villain! ATTACK!” A great battle raged across her chest and torso. “Pew pew… Kapow… Ahhh… Take that… Bang… You’ll never take me alive… Pow… Thwack.” Jake made the fighting noises to a soundtrack of her giggles.

“Oh nooooooo… Save me. Save me.” The evil opossum fell dramatically into her cleavage.

Jake glanced up, eyes wide in alarm, “He fell in a booby trap.”

Shaking with laughter, Y/N pressed her hands into her aching cheeks.

His voice took on a somber tone, “Sadly, there was no escape for the scoundrel. It was a slow death, but hey, what a way to go.”

“Now the good news is, the survivors of the war for Mount Gazongas turned their lives around. Yes, indeed. They became an overnight sensation as the next big music group, Nocturnal Melody. Their cute noses and prehensile tails stole the hearts of the world.”

Sounding like a deranged mickey mouse, the puppets began singing, “Mr. Sandman, bring me a dream. Bung, bung, bung, bung…”

The puppets covered her face for their finale. Once Jake’s hand passed over, Y/N’s eyes popped back open, greeted with his bright smile.

“Ah, my wish came true.” He softly kissed her waiting lips. “I love you, Angel.”

“I love you more.”

Jake shook his head, “Mm.”

She quirked her eyebrow in challenge, “Mmhm."

“Nuh-uh.”

“Uh-huh.”

Kissing her again, he chuckled, “The love war continues.”

She smiled into the kiss, “Never-ending.”

A finger possum inserted himself into the conversation. His high squeaky voice inquiring, “What about meeee? Do you love meeeee?”

Y/N grimaced, “Not so much.”

Gasping, Jake pulled the puppet away protectively. “How could you not love him? Poor Mr. Trashcan. Look at that face. Don't you want to keep him forever?”

“Sorry, one horny animal in this bed is enough.”

He took her hand, kissing it. The air around them seemed to shift. He whispered into her flesh, “Do you want me forever?”

“Of course I do.” She tried to break the tension with a joke, “Wait, you're house trained, aren't you?” Seeing the serious look on his face, she stopped. He doesn't wear one of those often.

“You really are my dream girl. I couldn't have imagined someone that matches me so perfectly. You are so funny and smart and sexy and thoughtful. You're creative and kind, beautiful and sweet and a blast to be around. A great friend, coworker, partner and all around badass. You understand me like no one else ever has, or will. Each day with you is the best day of my life.”

Choked up, her eyes watering, Y/N was at a loss for words.

Flashing a lopsided grin, he nervously continued, “I was originally going to make a huge spectacle, but after everything that’s happened, and how fucking amazing you are for still being with me, I didn’t want to push my luck. So I'm keeping it small, just us, and hoping with all my heart that this goes my way.”

Furrowing her brows, she searched his eyes for answers.

Jake leaned back, going onto his knees. Pulling off two finger opossums, he threw them over his shoulder. As he pulled off the last one, there was a quick glimmer and a sound of something falling in the puppet.

“Shit.” Jake shook it, trying to dislodge the item, but it wouldn’t budge. He huffed, “This is not going to plan at all.”

Peeking up into the offending puppet, he used his pinky to dig it out. “Ah ha.”

Y/N sat up straight, ripping off the eyepatch. Pinched between his fingers was a diamond ring. “Jakey?”

Jake smiled at her, assuring her this was real. “My Angel, you are everything to me and I never ever EVER want to lose you again. Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N, will you marry me?”

She met his eyes, tears rolling down her cheeks. “Fuck yes!” She shouted, grabbing his face and kissing him eagerly. When his hat fell off, she picked it up, putting it back on his head. 

“You really want to spend the rest of your life with me, Jackey?”

Shaking his head, Jake took off his hat, placing it on her head. “Not long enough. You better believe I'm going to haunt your ass. And when you meet me in the afterlife, we’ll spend eternity as a fearsome ghost couple. I got places picked out we can haunt.” He slid the ring onto her finger, “We'll be legendary.”

She squeezed his hand, “Promise?”

“Promise. You got me forever, Angel.” Jake moved next to her, pulling her to him to lay down. Adjusting the covers over them, he held her to his chest and kissed her hair.

Angling her head, she kissed him properly. Murmuring, “Love you, love you, love you.”

Returning her head to rest on him, Y/N wiggled uncomfortably, a funny look on her face. She reached into her bra, pulling out the villainous puppet.

The couple erupted in a fit of laughter.

The End

A/N: A special thank you to everyone that has read this version or the original. I appreciate you all and I’d love to know your thoughts.

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This year we are back with Tolkien Family Week, an event dedicated to showing appreciation for familiar relationships in Tolkien's work - be it The Hobbit, The Lord of the Rings, The Silmarillion or beyond.

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Day One Parent-child relationship - From Lúthien and Dior to Samwise and Elanor, on this day we encourage you to explore the relationships between mothers and fathers and sons and daughters!

Day Two Siblings - Tolkien presents us with many pairs of siblings throughout all the ages of Arda. This day is devoted to relationships between brothers and sisters, such as Fili and Kili or Galadriel and Finrod.

Day three Extended Family - Cousins, uncles, nieces, grandparents. Family trees goes beyond the traditional household members. Finwë with his numerous grandchildren, Théoden with Éomer and Éowyn - this day is dedicated to them.

Day Four Cut Ties - Families can break apart. Disagreements, rivalries, separation, death - their presence is a never-leaving shadow in Arda. One only has to look at the likes of Fëanor and Fingolfin.

Day Five Found Family - Families can break apart, yes, but at other times, they can also be in found in unlikely places. From kidnap fam to adopted distant cousins, this day is for exploring them.

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⚜ 𝖕𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌: Inquisitor Lord Xavier Calcazar / oc!High Interrogator Volenta van Halvek von Valancius af Calixis / Interrogator Heinrix van Calox

⚜ 𝖙𝖆𝖌𝖘: Overall story rating - E. Smut-wise just a blowjob in this one, because I'm a sucker in showing submission through acts of service. No other tags.

⚜ 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖘𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞: The Emperor works in mysterious ways, any person of faith knows that, so does Volenta, but when Xavier presents her with a mission she never envisioned for herself - that's when the Interrogator's entire world begins to crumble. How a man she loves so much can cast aside the path that was clear, for one that she does not wish to take? She doesn't have a choice though. When the Inquisition calls - Volenta answers.

⚜ 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙: 8,982 | on AO3 |

story summary and chapter list can be found here ⚜ artwork I commissioned for Volenta can be found under #oc: Inquisitor Volenta

“You want a list. Why exactly?” Theodora’s authoritative voice rings louder than it should even in the room of this size.

Calcazar met the Rogue Trader in his temporary office on Footfall. Naturally, he already is looking for a more permanent residence in this region because he has to remain here until the Koronus Expanse can be considered a worthy part of the Imperium. Although the Inquisitor is not too thrilled to reside in this backwater system, away from the Holy Terra. He misses the high spires of it already.

“Because if you’re bringing prominent figures from the Imperium here, especially your heirs, I’d like to know who they are. The Koronus Expanse is not big enough to ignore people who have political power over this sector and you, esteemed Rogue Trader, are one of them and so are your heirs.” Xavier’s words are slow and measured, he speaks to everyone like this, but seems the blessed Rogue Trader is particularly unnerved because of it. He almost smiles at this.

Theodora scoffs and shifts in her seat, crossing one leg over the other. Her ocular implant scans the room and Calcazar knows this because his own detects it. One thing Xavier can say about the head of von Valancius dynasty is that he does not like her. An assertive woman, and he can appreciate that, but otherwise her attitude is jarring. Clearly she has been running around and behaving like the Warrant of Trade permits her everything. Clearly she needs to be reminded that it doesn’t.

After an uncomfortable moment of silence Theodora clears her throat and narrows an eye at the Inquisitor.

“I do not appreciate the Holy Inquisition tracking my heirs.” She finally says and Xavier scoffs with a mild chuckle.

“I am sure you don’t appreciate anyone’s gaze when it is focused on you, least of all the Inquisition’s, but need I remind you that I am here for the good of the Imperium and by the Emperor’s will?”

“I don’t need your reminders, Lord Inquisitor.” Theodora’s eye flashes with hardly contained anger and he finally allows himself that easy, lazy smile in response to her fury.

“No, of course you don’t. As a good daughter of the Imperium you remember all the rules and permissions someone of your status has.” He watches von Valancius pretend to not be moved by his words, but couple taps of her gloved fingers on the armrest betrays her unrest.

Without saying another word Theodora turns to the servo skull hovering over her shoulder and it immediately begins to print a strip of parchment. Only couple moments, no more than three breaths, and she rips the paper from the maw of the skull, glancing down as if to make sure the information is there, then leans to hand it over to Xavier.

“Much appreciated.” There’s satisfaction in his tone when he speaks and that doesn’t escape Theodora’s own notice. She’s reluctant to let go of the list, but when Inquisitor’s steel fingers gently pull at it, she doesn’t resist.

With an annoyed sigh the woman leans back in her chair, watching Calcazar look over the paper, his expression calm. She hates that she cannot read him and it started when she met him first time upon his arrival to the Expanse. Chorda and Winterscale, who were there for that occasion as well, didn’t seem too pleased to have the Inquisitor Lord of the Most Holy Ordo now monitoring their every move. Well, maybe not both of them, Chorda actually looked starstruck, that old sanctimonious bonebag. Theodora’s teeth grit at the thought of Incendia, not because she hates the Rogue Trader, but because Calcazar’s arrival only emboldened the pious one, which in turn led to Theodora receiving no less than twenty letters from Chorda, trying to convince her to repent whatever sins Incendia imagines Theodora having.

“I’m surprised.” Xavier finally speaks interrupting von Valancius’ thoughts and she starts paying attention again.

“By what exactly?” Her tone is sarcastic but Inquisitor ignores it.

“So few.” His eyes rise to the Rogue Trader and Theodora shrugs with a smile.

“And finding even these was a hard task. As you may have noticed, unlike some other Houses, my dynasty was never too eager to procreate. Serving the Emperor and the Imperium by means of exploration has always been the priority.” She says the right words, but she doesn’t mean them and they both know it. Still, it matters nothing to Xavier as he lowers the parchment and leans back.

“We will keep in touch, but for now, I will have to return to my duties.” He seems to lose all interest in Theodora and she frowns. He summoned her here just for this, a conversation of no more than fifteen minutes. She knows it was to establish the power balance between them, or rather, the lack thereof, and fumes at this.

Annoyed, but trying not to show it, the Rogue Trader stands and salutes him with bitter regret. In turn Xavier just nods his head and picks up the dataslate on his right. Theodora thinks of saying something else, but bites her tongue knowing better, then turns on her heel and marches out of the room, aflame at the insolence she so rarely experiences.

When the door slides closed behind her, Xavier glances in the direction of her departure and sighs slightly, but with a smirk. She’s willing to obey, that’s enough for him to consider this meeting a satisfactory one. He had two other such meetings already. Calligos Winterscale tried to assert himself without success, Incendia Bastaal-Chorda swore her loyalty to the Emperor and Calcazar himself, which suits him just fine. If it comes to blows in this fragile political ecosystem, at least he has one out of three prominent Rogue Traders on his side. It makes his job easier, but not by much.

However, the list that Theodora so begrudgingly has given him makes Xavier uneasy. He doesn’t recognize any of the handful of names that the servo skull printed out, except for one.

Volenta Scipio-Grimald af Calixis.

Only him and Silas Ravonir know this name, it exists nowhere in the Inquisition’s documentations because when Xavier took this young, hotheaded Astra Militarum corporal into his care, he already had plans that were grander than him or her.

And by the looks of it, the Emperor appears to have had even grander plans.

Still, Xavier realizes this complicates things. Just three months ago the High Interrogator was promised a promotion and an honorable duty of presenting the entire organization at Senatorum Imperialis, but now… now a new possibility seems to have dropped in Calcazar’s hands out of nowhere.

No, a Rogue Trader and an Inquisitor in one person is not unheard of, and while usually Rogue Traders become title bearers first and agents of the Inquisition second, the situation unfolding in Xavier’s mind is also not that unique. Rarer, surely, but not unique. He taps the paper on the desk over the name he’s so familiar with while Calcazar’s brain is already trying to find the answer to a question: does he permit this?

But so many opportunities would open for the Inquisition and just as many opportunities for him. Xavier just has to be smart about it.

***

You didn’t relish leaving the Imperium, traversing the Maw and dealing with horrors of the warp just because of Calcazar’s summons. You were in a middle of pursuing a rebel acolyte, but with Ravonir’s permission, an order really, you had no choice but to go to the Koronus Expanse. Abandoning your direct duties is something you absolutely despise doing, especially because you know just how needed you are, how essential you are. Doing a job that no else wants that you have taken upon yourself with pride.

Still, you are not an Inquisitor yet and when Ordo demands – you answer. Despite your disgruntlement about coming to the fringes of the Imperium, deep inside you do feel happy about seeing Xavier so soon. You resigned yourself early that with his departure to the Expanse, to deal with the growing tech-heresy among the Adeptus Mechanicus, you might not see him again in only Emperor knows how long. So you don’t loathe the opportunity to see him again, you just wish that you were told why exactly you are dragged across the galaxy to meet your former, at least officially, mentor.

These thoughts keep gnawing at you until the moment your shuttle enters the Porta Septentum star system. Through the viewport you notice a massive alien structure and immediately know what it is, your time at Ordo Xenos hasn’t been wasted to twirl thumbs – a Warp Gate.

“A Warp Gate?” Woman to your left mouths in surprise and you look at her, your eyes stern.

“I told you to school your reactions, Trevine.” The words make the acolyte flinch and she gives you a sheepish look and even more sheepish smile.

“My apologies, Lady Volenta, I just never seen such a thing before.” She admits and you fix her with an unyielding look until Trevine’s shoulders slump and she begins showing fear, cracking under the pressure of your intimidation. “It won’t happen again.” With downcast eyes she promises and you turn your gaze back to the Gate. It is rising tall and intricate like an empty mirror frame.

“Inquisitor’s flotilla, Interrogator.” When Trevine speaks this time, her tone is composed and she straightens her back. You turn your eyes to the side, away from the xenotech monstrosity, and indeed notice several Inquisitorial ships, one of them standing out in particular because of its size and purpose – Xavier’s own flagship.

“We need to contact the-“

“Lady van Halvek, we received a transmission from Lord Inquisitor’s ship with permission to dock.” The pilot speaks up from the front of the shuttle before you can even finish your sentence and you let out a small sigh.

“Then proceed to do exactly that.” You respond without looking away from the flotilla and Trevine steps a little closer to join you in your silent vigil.

Your assistant, not your personal acolyte, is a master of vox networks and overall sacred technology, which makes her a useful tool in your arsenal. With Ravonir’s permission she has been assigned to you several years ago and since then has been assisting you on missions when you’re not at Silas’ side. The only issue is, that despite her numerous talents in tech handling, Trevine Dardt is emotionally weak, showing her reactions and impressions without a second of thought, but you know that given enough time this acolyte can be properly trained to restrain herself. Well, if she doesn’t get herself killed first.

When at last the shuttle lands and you step out of it, with Trevine for the time being staying behind and handling your luggage, you are greeted by the Inquisition troopers and crewmen alike. You recognize Xavier’s Master Helmsman but struggle to remember the man’s name and when the greeting crowd salutes you it’s not hard to notice that most of them seem to struggle with nervousness at the sight of you, but most likely your mask – an intricate and high-end technological helmet that serves to protect your identity but also aids you in multiple ways. From being a voxcom, to ocular aid and even personal augur, your vicious looking skull mask is what first makes men falter in their steps when confronted by you. This occasion is no different, even though you are sure they have heard of you.

“Lady van Halvek, Lord Inquisitor is waiting for you. If you would let me show you the way.” Helmsman bows his head respectfully in your direction and while you know exactly where Xavier’s study is, you first make the sign of Aquila and then nod.

“If you would be so kind.” You turn back to the shuttle. “Trevine, make sure that my luggage is sorted before I am shown to my rooms.”

“Yes, ma’am!”

But only when you follow Master Helmsman the other guards rush in to help Dardt, too scared to even move the wrong way with your heavy gaze possibly judging them, scrutinizing their every twitch. They are not far from truth.

The hulls of the ship are familiar to you and it feels like coming home. You spend much time here and in Xavier’s home on the planet at the heart of the Imperium. Or you did, before he passed you to Ordo Hereticus. Nonetheless, every time you are aboard the voidship, listening to your footsteps echo off her steel walls, you feel calm and relaxed.

“How was your journey, Interrogator?” The man asks, snapping you out of your pleasantly nostalgic musings.

“Uneventful, thank the Emperor.”

“Happy to hear that.” Helmsman responds curtly, then after a pause adds, making casual conversation while you walk slightly behind him. “Lord Inquisitor has his hands full here, pirates everywhere, xenos, cults and Rogue Traders who are not too willing to instill order in the Expanse. Not to mention the warp is becoming increasingly unstable as if realspace wasn’t a problem enough.”

You listen carefully, hearing what he’s not saying: Helmsman is not happy to here, which makes you wonder how bad the situation really is if Xavier’s own man, who led his voidship through numerous dangers bigger than xenos raids or pirates, seems to be eager to leave as soon as possible.

“The Maw seems to be dangerously close to becoming unstable.” You mention with tension in your chest. Again you are left with uneasy feeling of being here. If the Maw closes then you are cut off from the Imperium, together with this backwater heretical region that you’re beginning to suspect needs a complete purge and not an Inquisitor spending time and resources on a lost cause.

“Indeed it seems so. With Emperor’s blessing it won’t come to be, but we shall see.” In other words – all of you are frakked if it happens, because if the Maw becomes too dangerous for space travel, then only the God-Emperor knows when it will be safe again, might be decades, might be centuries. Maybe never again.

Master Helmsman has also enough sense than to mention the real reason of his tension – the Inquisitor Lord appears to be delaying in admitting that Koronus Expanse might be beyond saving. Couple days ago the fleet pushed back yet another xenos raid that threatened to take over one of Calligos Winterscale’s worlds and the Rogue Trader himself couldn’t be bothered to aid the Inquisition. Something is not right with this region and it makes even an experienced man like Master Helmsman want to pull back the voidship before she perishes in the eternal darkness with everyone aboard.

Still, while he knows you perfectly well, his loyalties lie with Xavier and not you, so the rest of the way the man just leads you in silence, only speaking again when the elevator appears before you both.

“Lady van Halvek.” Helmsman salutes and you salute him in turn, then step into the sacred contraption, seeing the man’s back as he turns to leave before the elevator takes you up, to Xavier’s personal chambers.

After the machine stops you step out and make way through the short corridor, at which’s end the opening of the entrance greets you with dim light. You see Xavier standing behind his desk, not dressed in his sacred power armor but just simple black shirt and pants combination, his sleeves rolled up because he’s going through a pile of what looks too familiar not to be reports.

So many. The sheer size of the stack makes you nearly pause, but you approach the Inquisitor and he finally looks at you. The visage of you, clad in your uniform, your power sword and plasma pistol strapped to your waist, your mask and hood making you look more threatening than the actual face he doesn’t get tired looking at beneath, all of it makes him smile a little.

“Take off that thing, Volenta.” He says instead of a greeting and you stop, then without a word do as he wishes, pushing your hood off and placing your helmet on one of the empty armchairs in front of his desk.

The moment you release your head from the grip of steel, you allow yourself a brief glance around just to see if anything changed in this room, but nothing has. There are still same bookcases and a vault, still same cogitator to the side, same Inquisition banners hanging from the rafters. Same.

Familiar.

When you look back at the Inquisitor Lord, he puts down the report and steps to you, gripping your chin and lifting your face to him, inspecting just like you have inspected the room. His mechanical fingers brush couple strands of hair from your face and your eyes visibly soften, making Xavier smile.

“There she is, my dear Volenta.” The words are spoken with a degree of tenderness and you smile in return while your hands automatically reach for his waist, pulling your body towards his.

“Did you drag me across the galaxy just to look at my face?” At that Xavier’s pleased expression falters and he leans closer.

“No, but we will get to that in a second.” A whisper ghosts against your lips before he presses his in a firm, hungry manner. You pull yourself even closer to him, your body pushing against his while your hands travel to his back. Xavier holds the back of your head almost with reverence as he kisses you slowly, but passionately, savoring the moment before what comes next. And he knows with perfect clarity that you are not going to like what he has to say.

After a long moment he pulls back, pleased to see the slightest blush on your pale cheeks and your eyes betraying contentment and belonging, to him alone of course. In this moment you’re not Imperium’s or even Emperor’s, you’re his and Inquisitor gently rubs the pad of his thumb against your lower lip wanting to kiss you again, to take you, but this time he’s aware that duty comes first.

“Was your journey well, my dear?” With a whisper Calcazar watches you kiss his thumb and nod. He exhales with small relief.

“Good. However, to answer your question, no I didn’t make you come here just for this, however reasonable that might be just for the delight of this moment.”

His smile tells you something that you know well – you’re about to hear things you really don’t want to and at that your happy expression shifts to something neutral, unreadable, ready to weather the storm that’s about to start. You sense it in him and Xavier watches the smooth change of your emotions before he sighs slightly and steps away with a disappointed feeling when your palms leave his back, the embrace ending with a sour note.

The Inquisitor walks back to his desk, crossing arms on his chest as he leans against the heavy wooden desk and looks at you. In response, you stand straight and clasp your hands behind you in a military fashion. This turns from something short of a homecoming to a near official setting and you treat it as such. Xavier pauses, watching you take the stance of a verbal battle and sighs.

“Do you know of the von Valancius dynasty?” Calcazar begins, his eyes fixed on you, but he does not expect to see any emotion for the duration of this conversation.

You think for a moment, your memory flipping through names of countless noble Houses that you do remember, but this one doesn’t really ring a bell, because in your line of work you don’t have to deal with nobles much, no matter how ancient their families might be. Your duties usually have you investigating internally after all, within the Inquisition itself.

“No, I do not.”

“It’s a Rogue Trader dynasty, just like Winterscale.” Xavier clarifies and you nod because you do know House Winterscale; if your memory is correct, it was this Rogue Trader lineage that first came through the Maw and laid claim to the wild territories of the Expanse. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out that more Rogue Traders appeared afterwards, competing for power and influence. And of course, seeking glory for their names. “Current head of the dynasty is one esteemed Theodora von Valancius Massimo af Scarus, she’s been at the helm of her family name for many decades now and currently is collecting people who carry the blood of von Valancius in search for a suitable heir.”

Just like your face, Calcazar’s expression is also unreadable and the tone of his voice betrays nothing, so it’s impossible for you to gauge where this conversation is going, but unease begins to grip you with cold, slimy tendrils.

“I suspect her choices in possible hairs is why I’m here? Is the Rogue Trader heretical?”

Xavier chuckles, amused by your immediate assumption.

“No more than your regular Rogue Trader, but I do have a wish to supervise her actions. I already sent some agents to infiltrate her retinue. However, blessed Theodora is a shrewd woman and I wouldn’t be surprised if she sniffed them out before trusting them. This is where you come in, my dear Volenta.”

You swallow dryly, saying not a word and showing not even a twitch of a muscle, but if Xavier wants you to spy on this Theodora, then it means that whatever she might be doing is dangerous, so much so that even you have to be pulled into this investigation.

“What do wish me to do?”

“You are one of Theodora’s heirs.”

For just a fraction of a second the Inquisitor Lord can see surprise reflect in your eyes and then you’re perfectly composed again.

“I assume you already have checked if that claim is factual?”

“I have. She has your name, your previous one. I offered to help her find you because I don’t want her dogs sniffing around. Not that I would expect Rogue Trader’s men being better at finding information than the Inquisition is at hiding it, but one can never be too careful and I’m not willing to take the risk. This does present a perfect opportunity for us.”

Yet when he finishes speaking, a pin could be heard drop in the silence of Calcazar’s study. He gives up on trying to peer at your inner reaction and instead walks to the table where he has a carafe of finest amasec. While he pours you both a glass each, he allows you to process the news in privacy not burdened by his studying gaze, then he hears you exhale as if you finished accepting the facts.

“An opportunity. You want me to join her retinue as her heir?” You pause and Xavier looks at you. “Or as an agent of the Golden Throne?” He clearly sees that it’s not easy for you to say the words and before answering the Inquisitor walks to you, offering the alcohol which you are relieved to be receiving.

More silent seconds pass while you drink from the glass and he does the same.

“As her heir. Undercover you will be more trusted compared to if you entered her retinue with your rosette sealing lips before they can speak.”

You take another drink and look up at him, frowning slightly.

“For how long?”

Calcazar realizes he really doesn’t want to tell you the truth, but he has to. For you to perform your duty perfectly and efficiently, for the Imperium of Man and glory of the Emperor, you need to be informed fully. And if by chance Theodora chooses you as her heir, even before Xavier can make that choice for her, you will end up wielding incredible power, something that would enable Xavier himself more daring endeavors for the sake of his duty to the Mankind. The liberties Rogue Traders are bestowed with because of their Trade Warrants open many doors that the Inquisitorial rosette doesn’t. Having both… well, that is a game changer altogether.

“Forever.”

“You cannot be serious.” You suddenly say and your frown deepens. Anger flares in your chest, burning inside your ribcage like promethium fire and Xavier sees that change in you that hasn’t stopped fascinating him: from a woman that looks at him with tenderness and devotion, to a perfect soldier and then… to a woman of immense authority in your own right, one that is on a verge of achieving equal stance as his own.

“I am very serious. I need you to think about this rationally, Volenta.” He drinks more but you turn away and walk to the desk, putting your glass down and pulling your gloves off, placing them down gently. You hesitate, then pick up your drink again and inhale before drinking a considerable amount.

“I am thinking. What you are asking of me is to forsake my position in the Inquisition, abandon my promotion, abandon everything just so that this Theodora can drag me around the planets worth less than the trash left on them.”

Xavier hears your rockrete tone and sees steel in your gaze when your grey eyes fix on him once more. He hoped that you won’t show resistance, but it looks like he overestimated your obedience.

“Volenta, there’s bigger things than your ambitions.”

“Ambitions! I worked for it all my life, Xavier!” You suddenly snap at him with such fury that even Inquisitor himself hesitates before walking towards you.

“You have, and the Emperor clearly decided that your destiny is to be different than your wishes.” He speaks in that same even tone and it usually placates you, but not this time. Calcazar can see your fingers gripping the glass tightly enough to turn your knuckles white. “You are not going to stop being an agent, Volenta. You are going to be undercover-“

“I know what you said.” Your voice is grim as the darkness of space itself when you cut him off, making the Inquisitor frown with annoyance at your disobedience. You were supposed to accept your fate and thank him for it, he expected you to. “But it looks like you have forgotten who I am, Xavier.” As you continue your voice remains grave and he lets you speak. “I worked hard and tirelessly to do a job nobody wants to do. Do you think it’s easy to be equally feared and hated among your own? Do you think hiding behind a mask so that my life is not threatened until I’m promoted is rewarding? I’ve been living this life for decades, sacrificing everything for this, and you tell me I’m just supposed to abandon it?”

Your gaze would make any man tremble with fear, but not Xavier. He knows you and he definitely knows how much your position means to you, your greatest achievement in the palm of your hand, you just need to be patient before you close your fingers around it, but suddenly Calcazar is snatching it all away. That’s at least how you see it.

“You won’t have to wear your mask. Ever again.”

“That’s not the point, Xavier, and you know it.” To avoid saying something else you lift your glass and drink more. Calcazar watches you with disapproval at such display of anger.

“The Inquisition demands that you take this position, there’s no arguing about it. Silas knows and he approves. You will enter my supervision as an heir to a Rogue Trader, you will report back to me while hiding your true identity and you will take up the mantle if you are chosen as a successor to von Valancius dynasty. You will obey.”

A moment, a heartbeat, and you snap, throwing the glass to the floor, smashing it in pieces as your rage takes hold of you. Your hand doesn’t tremble when you point a finger at Xavier, but he knows that you are terrified of the path he just laid out for you. He’s seen you like this before, when Inquisitor Lord decided to make you join Ordo Hereticus.

Your hand doesn’t tremble, but your voice does.

“Void take you, you bastard! You built me up and now you’re stripping me down of everything!”

Try if you will, but you can’t completely hide the notes of pain in your voice and you know that Xavier hears them too. It doesn’t matter, you don’t care, you’re about to lose everything for a stupid whim and an idea that he has. You know what he wants, someone of your position and a possibility of a Trade Warrant loyal to him, but you’re more than just his tool, you are the Emperor’s sword and your holy mission is to eradicate heresy within ranks of the Inquisition itself. There’s no one else doing this job, you’re the only one, who else will do it if not you? Who else will resign themselves to become outcasts among their own?

“Volenta, control yourself. This conduct is highly inappropriate for someone of your station. Think carefully of your next words-“

A crack of a noise rings through the study as you slap Xavier on the face with all your might. As strong of a man as he is, the Inquisitor’s head still moves from the force you put behind your attack, and he makes half a step back. In the following silence, Calcazar places the glass on the table, his eyes turning to you and showing authority that makes your knees weak even now. Your palm stings and you see redness spreading where your hand connected to his cheek. And then there’s loud crunch of glass under Xavier’s shoe as he gets closer.

You rise your chin, defiant, furious and ready to continue the fight if needed, but you don’t get a chance. Xavier grabs your upper arms and gives you a shake.

“I said control yourself!”

“You… You set me on my path, you told me it’s my destiny, you promised that what I’m doing is the most important thing and now you’re willing to let it all be cast to the winds?” Your eyes are narrow from anger, your words strained from fury and Xavier leans over you, trying to intimidate you with his presence and a grip of his fingers alone.

“You didn’t hear me out, Volenta. Calm down and listen before you start acting like the common rabble. Or was I wrong about you after all and should have never picked you up from the Astra Millitarum, letting you rot and die there like nameless millions?”

His words strike a chord within the very core of your soul and you stare at him for a moment longer, then Calcazar feels your shoulders relax. After another moment to make sure you finally found your rational mind, he nods in approval and releases you.

The Inquisitor does want to console you, but right now it’s not wise to show weakness and definitely not a moment to show tenderness, so instead of being your partner he takes a role of your superior and walks around the table, sitting down and picking up his glass again.

You remain standing still for a moment longer, your heart is beating fast in your chest and you look down upon the shattered remains of the glass you smashed in a moment of defective conduct. Silently you turn to Xavier, noticing his disapproving look and feeling shame begin to replace your anger. He’s right, you acted like an insolent brat, and embarrassment colors your face even if you try not to show it, putting on a frown to hide it.

“What do you have to say for yourself, van Halvek?” Xavier’s even, low tone makes you feel even worse and you bow your head.

“My deepest apologies, Lord Inquisitor.”

Silence while Xavier lets you stew in your shame before he sighs.

“Are you willing to hear me out now?” As you straighten your back and curtly nod to him, Xavier empties his glass, putting it down before he speaks, allowing himself an excuse to pick his words. He needs you to see his vision, to share it, his plan depends on your full cooperation. “You will enter Theodora’s retinue and act as her heir. You will be given a cover story, most of it true that will match possible surviving records of your time in the Imperial Guard. You are not to reveal your true identity at any cost, is that understood?”

You curtly nod because you have to agree. After all, members of the Holy Ordo are not exactly paragons of diplomacy, most of you are feared, the rest - despised. Yet it still stings when you remember that you have to abandon everything you worked so hard for.

“So that’s it? Just to monitor this Rogue Trader for the rest of her life? Or mine, whichever comes first.” There’s no joy in your words, just bleak acceptance and Xavier feels guilt, but quickly pushes it aside. Not the time to get sentimental.

“I have a suspicion that von Valancius is working on something that she shouldn’t be. You will be quickly accepted into her inner circle because of the blood you share, but you will have to work hard to gain her trust. From what I gathered, this woman is not one to be trifled with and even more so, she already had a prospective heir, one Kunrad Voigtvir, who now avoids going by his dynasty’s name. One mistake and he was cast down, his role forever sealed as Lord Captain’s Master of Whispers. Do not underestimate her, I need you to make sure that she trusts you.” Calcazar’s gaze on you is intense and serious and you start to comprehend the weight of your mission.

“What about the other heirs?”

“Eliminate them when possible. I don’t have to tell you that you should do so discretely. Your goal is to take over the von Valancius dynasty, as it is your right by blood, by any means necessary. Esteemed Rogue Trader will be removed if necessary as well. My network of spies reports something of which I cannot speak yet, but it gives me a reason to consider eventually labeling Theodora as a traitor of Humanity. Do not take this lightly, Volenta, you will need your best performance for this.”

You hear him, every word, you internalize it even, but the grief for your situation still remains and your frown relaxes as your eyes now beg Xavier to give you something, anything, to soothe your sorrow.

“But what about my job, Xavier. What about everything I worked for, we worked for.” You hate the crack in your voice that is audible when you speak and Xavier frowns at that with disapproval. He trained you better than this.

“You will remain an agent of the Golden Throne, but you are not permitted to wear the regalia, naturally.” Calcazar sees the pained expression wash over your face, too strong to hide, but remains unmoved. “While undercover, you still have your permissions and duties, but your work as an Interrogator of internal affairs of the Most Holy Ordo is temporarily suspended for clearly you will not be able to perform while on the frontier. And attending Senatorum Imperialis is out of the question as well.” He watches your face drain from all color and you feel your knees giving out so you grip the side of the table. This time your hand is shaking.

“Will I ever be able to resume my duties?” You ask with your voice barely above a whisper and it makes Xavier frown even more. He wants to remind you to stand tall and proud in the face of this challenge, but something in him tells that he should allow you this moment of open weakness.

“Yes, eventually. If all goes by plan and Theodora von Valancius is indeed a traitor, or becoming one, removing her will be of priority. Her other heirs shouldn’t be a problem to you. Once instated as a Rogue Trader yourself, you will pledge open loyalty to the Inquisition.” He sees your eyes widen with surprise, clearly you expected him to tell you that you’re going to be able to wear your rosette publicly the moment you take the reins of the dynasty.

“And then what?”

“And then I will gracefully bestow you with the power of an acolyte, eventually publicly welcoming you to the Koronus Expanse Conclave from which point onward you will have your full authority back.”

You think about what he just said and then sigh.

“But it might be years.”

“It might be. Your public acceptance into the Conclave will actually become your promotion into an Inquisitor, but laity won’t care which status you are getting.”

“What?”

“Yes, it already has been decided. Lady Inquisitor of the esteemed Ordo Malleus Kleopatra Arx have volunteered to be the third vote for your promotion.” Breath hitches in your throat at the news and your eyes widen in surprise at which Xavier smiles. “Are you not pleased? You have leaders of all three Ordo Majoris giving you their blessings. A rare show of faith and unity when it comes to a singular member of the Holy Inquisition.”

“No, I am pleased just… shocked to hear it. Lady Arx and I have had our disagreements.” You manage a wry smile and Xavier chuckles.

“Yes, I’m aware. However, she is still very willing to give you her approval. Liked or not, you are recognized as a respectable and important force in your own right. Of course she wants to be on your good side when you take the mantle and openly claim your illustrious duty as Inquisitor of Inquisitors.” Now Calcazar’s smile becomes strained. He is perfectly aware what risk it is to put such responsibility and authority in the hands of anyone, but with you he is willing to take that risk. He is willing to put his trust in you, just as Silas has when he began training you and giving tasks to root out treasonous and heretical acolytes that were your colleagues. Until they were not.

“Xavier…” You suddenly begin with your voice so quiet it has the opposite effect – it sounds like a whip lash in complete silence, and when your eyes meet his at last, he can see doubt, insecurity and almost fear in them. “I don’t know if I can do this. Becoming an Inquisitor, that was planned from the start, the only career path for me. When Silas suggested I take upon the hardest role in the Ordo, I agreed feeling it is my duty to do it if there are no others willing. When I was told I’m going to be suggested for the role of Inquisitorial Representative at Senatorium Imperialis’ next meeting – I knew it was a heavy burden, but I accepted it as honor and show of trust. But this…” Your shoulders sag with invisible burden. “A Rogue Trader? I don’t know if I can do it. It’s… it’s too much power for one person, I fear it might corrupt me, Xavier.” He sees rising panic in your expression, your fingers, gripping the side of the desk, tighten on the edge. “This cannot be right, this cannot what the Emperor wants. This much for one person… it’s not right.” Your speech begins increasing in speed and he sees that you’re on a verge of snapping because of your pious devotion to duty.

“Come here, my dear.” He suddenly says and you pause, now visibly trembling with barely restrained fright. “Volenta, come here.” Xavier waves at you and you finally release the desk, not without difficulty, then walk around it with your legs feeling numb. He turns with the chair to you and sighs as you stop in front of him. “My dear Volenta.” Calcazar sighs and opens his arms to you.

At this you step closer, wanting his embrace, desperately needing it, but your legs give out and you drop to your knees. Instead of hugging him, you place your head in his lap while your arms wrap around the Inquisitor’s waist. The tremor in your body makes him feel pity and gently Xavier begins stroking your hair.

“It’s a heavy burden, my dear. I am fully aware of it. But if anyone can shoulder it – it is you. And I will help you navigate it. Are you not happy to return to my retinue? Are you not rejoiced to join my side once again? If you become a Rogue Trader of the Koronus Expanse, then who’s to say how more often we can spend time together, just like this.”

Xavier’s words soothe you, lull you with a promise of his guiding presence in your life, someone you trust and rely on to go to when things get hard. You sigh, the shiver in your body beginning to subside and the soothing touch of his palm over your hair makes you relax further. You nuzzle your face against his thigh and Calcazar smiles slightly, appreciating yet again that you are being so pliant with him. Truly a gift from the God-Emperor himself.

“It will be alright, I promise you that.” He speaks again in a pacifying tone that only you ever hear and you smile slightly, enjoying the serene moment before you again have to think about your life changing so drastically. “My good girl, my dear Volenta. So amiable, so good to me.” Xavier croons in a way he knows soothes you, makes you moldable in his hands like putty, but in turn it works on him too, reminding just how precious you are to him.

Seeing you like this, kneeling and in his lap, he remembers what he loves so much about you – your complete and utter submission. The look in Calcazar’s eye softens and you begin to feel his fingers become tenser the longer he strokes your hair. Your mind is whirling with all that you have heard, but all of that dulls at the comfort you’re feeling. It’s not going to be easy, you know that, it’s going to be out right agonizing and you absolutely do not want this future for yourself. After all, you had everything settled, everything planned and now all of that have become muddled. Yet the soothing strokes on your head help you accept the reality easier. At the very least you will be close to Xavier and that’s something you always wished for. Maybe… maybe this situation is not as bad as it appears to be.

You move your head, wanting to ask Xavier when are you going to meet Theodora, how much time you have before the inevitable, but the moment your eyes see his face, you recognize the look. One of gentle possessiveness and desire. He sees the realization on your face and doesn’t hesitate to put his hand on the back of your head to push side of your face against swiftly hardening length.

Xavier can see slight surprise in your eyes as they widen but then quickly betray your loyal servility. You won’t deny him, nor would he let you to. With one hand still on the back of your head, the Inquisitor uses his mechanical fingers to grip your chin and lift it so that he can look at your face, except this time it’s not for inspection, but rather to see if this is enough to make you crave him as he craves you. And it is. Not only Calcazar can see it in your eyes as they become misted with desire, but he also gets clear confirmation from your actions, because your hands release their embrace from around him and come to the front of you, your slender fingers beginning to work his belt, working the double-headed eagle buckle with masterful efficiency.

As your hands unzip Inquisitor’s pants he smiles a little, seeing your eagerness when you pull out his cock and glance at it with a hint of hunger. He strokes the back of your head a time or two before he speaks.

“Go ahead, my dear.”

Xavier’s voice is quiet, meant only for you and you don’t hesitate, leaning forward and first pressing your tongue against the tip of his length as if just to taste it, then grip the root to hold him still while you let his cock slip alongside your tongue into the hot wetness of your mouth. You hear a sigh of delight when your lips gently wrap around him and you begin moving your head. Calcazar’s augmetic, now forced to lose its grip on your chin, settles on his thigh while he watches you suck his manhood with devotion of a worshipper and he keeps smiling, satisfied with your performance already.

“You’re such a greedy woman, Volenta.” He speaks and your eyes meet his when you rise them, making muscles in his loins contract at the sheer sight of you like this, in your uniform and on your knees. Usually you refuse to ‘taint’ your Inquisition clothes with activities such as these, but Xavier knows that you’re sufficiently rattled to seek comfort first and heed your self-imposed rules second. He’s pleased. “You know that I won’t be around forever to guide you, do you?”

Inquisitor’s fingers on the back of your head don’t move until you let his cock slip out of your mouth so that you can respond.

“You sound like you want me to stop looking up to you.” After you speak you drag your tongue against the underside of his erection, your tongue hotly moving from where your fingers hold him by the root and right up to the tip, making the man shudder ever so slightly.

“You will have to eventually, my dear.” Xavier keeps his eyes locked on yours and his lazy smile slowly fades as pleasure starts painting his features in colors of gratification. Then his palm presses to the back of your skull again and he guides you back to enveloping his cock with your mouth in full. “But… maybe not so soon. I do enjoy your neediness for me.” Inquisitor’s voice drops to low growl-like tone as he speaks and he pushes your head downwards even more, making you take in more of him until you are forced to halt your breathing.

But it’s just for a moment, because when you try to rise your head he lets you, yet only to push it down again so that you take him whole once more. Your body reacts, growing more aroused by the second and your face flushes with need, but you know that this is what Xavier wants right now and you are happy to oblige. Following the rhythm he sets for you, you continue to pleasure him, your eyes closed while you indulge in the moment, enjoying the mere act of making the man you love feel the way only you can.

Xavier’s breath hitches not long after and you sense the tension in his body, he’s close and you know it, so you make sure that you do this perfectly, in the exact way he enjoys the most, and you pull back enough to let your gaze meet his. The expression on his face makes you nearly moan. The clouded look of his hazel eye cast upon you, his parted lips quietly gasping for air, even slight flush on the Inquisitor’s scarred face. By the Emperor, you could do this all day just to see him like this.

“You know me well, Volenta.” He hums when you increase the pace of your head moving up and down, your fingers around the root of his cock squeezing harder and your chest swells at the praise. “I could never let you go.” Xavier adds and then his voice hitches too as he inhales sharply through his teeth. Fingers in your hair tighten trying to push you forward, disrupt your pace, but you resist, knowing better than to obey right now. His instinctual reaction is not what makes him experience the best ecstasy you can give him. No, you know better. “By the Throne…”

Last words are spoken with strain just before Calcazar’s eyes close and he sighs, partially groans then lets go. You lower your head fully and feel his cock twitch while it’s squeezed between the roof of your mouth and your tongue, but the tip is at the back of your throat and it makes it easier for you to efficiently swallow everything Xavier is willing to spill for you, making sure that you don’t make a mess on either his clothes or, more importantly, your uniform. His length twitches couple more times, pulsing with several spasms while he empties himself in your mouth, then you hear a sigh of delight and relief as he relaxes in the chair again.

You remain still for a moment longer, making sure that there are no last second droplets to escape your hunger and finally pull back, feeling Xavier’s hand finally leaving the back of your head and grasping at your jaw, lifting your face to him. Your eyes meet again and you see a lazy, satisfied smile blooming on his face. There’s a sheen of sweat over his brow and Inquisitor is slightly panting, but he looks pleased with your performance.

“Still a perfectionist I see.” He says and you smile after you lick your lips and duly tuck his softening length back into his pants, your eyes slipping away from his while you zip him up and properly buckle his belt.

“You always told me to strive for excellence in all things.”

He chuckles at your words, a tired, gravelly sound that speaks more of his pride for you than words ever could.

“Come here.” With a tug on your jaw he makes you stand, your knees feeling sore from kneeling this long, but you barely notice it as you climb into his lap, straddling him and without hesitation wrapping one arm around his neck while his fingers grip your hip and waist in tandem.

When Xavier sees your face up close, he realizes that what just happened might have given you more satisfaction than it gave him and it takes his breath away for just a second, the enormity of your adoration for him suddenly making it hard to inhale. He’s your whole world, he’s everything to you and he made you this way, perfectly tailored to be his and only his. Xavier’s heart skips a beat and then feels like it’s being squeezed with too much emotion he can’t even put into thoughts, let alone words.

Instead he watches your loving, gentle smile when your fingers begin tracing over connecting parts of his facial augments, over the wires and tubes, over the steel patches and where his skin meets the sacred mechanics. So careful, so tender.

He can’t let you know just how much you mean to him.

“I’m still not happy about the whole Rogue Trader deal.” You admit with your smile slowly fading and Calcazar sighs, closing his eyes and relaxing under your touch.

“I know. But you will see the benefits eventually. And is it really that unwelcome, my dear? You will still have your job, your status and your promotion, just with slightly more delay than originally anticipated. You can be patient, can’t you?” Xavier feels your fingers trace his lips and you steal a kiss, making him smile.

“It’s not about patience, it’s about a duty I don’t want to take.” You whisper and steal another kiss before resting your head on his shoulder.

“You’ve taken worse duty than that of a Rogue Trader, Volenta. You sound near childish with your refusal to see what kind of a chance this gives both of us.”

You sigh against the side of the Inquisitor’s neck and his hands squeeze you with reassurance.

“Yes, you’re right. I… apologize. It’s just…” You don’t know how to explain what you feel, you barely understand it yourself. “I don’t want to hide that I’m an agent of the Golden Throne. It’s who I am.”

“You’ve done undercover missions before.”

“They did not have an indefinite timeframe.”

At this it’s Xavier’s time to pause and he opens his eyes to look at you, as much as he can given the angle.

“This mission also has a timeframe. Trust me, if what my spies report about the von Valancius, it won’t take long to have enough reason to dispose of her. But worry not, my dear Volenta, I will let you know every step of the plan.”

You look at him for a silent moment, seeing streaks of grey in the dark mane of hair, wondering if there are more of them since you saw him last at the Ma’Kao Magnae Accessio, but then sigh.

“I expect you to. If I am to be lent to Ordo Xenos under your supervision, I prefer you give some guidance.”

“It’s not about Ordo Xenos or Ordo Hereticus.” Xavier says and you frown slightly then lift your head to get a better look at his face. “It’s about you and me and what we can do to protect the Imperium.” Finally you understand his motivations and exhale with growing determination in your mind.

“What we can do.” You echo his words.

“Yes.” Xavier smiles gently to you. “You will make us an unstoppable force, Volenta. I count on you.” His words pierce your heart so deeply and with such force that you forget to breathe for a moment, your resolve growing with each second. All you can do is smile back to him and slightly nod.

“I will do my best.” You promise and Calcazar squeezes where his fingers are resting, his gaze on you suddenly becoming intense and unwavering.

“You are not allowed to fail.”

“Understood.”

[baccarry]

Nothing is True (complete)

Summary: Mizeria is a priestess from the southern lands that rejected the darkness. She encounters the fellowship in Lothlórien; their relationship cannot be described as warm, but they are united by a common goal. After the defeat of Sauron, peace returns to Middle-earth, but not to the South. However, life in Ithildin is not peaceful either...

Yet a glimmer of hope ignites in Faramir's heart when a group of Southerners infiltrates his lands, and he recognizes the girl Mizeria, but it seems the priestess does not recognize him. To get answers, he ventures south...

Fandom: Assassin's Creed, The Lord of the Rings (crossover) Pairing: Boromir x Reader Rating: NC-17 Tags: Post-canon, Medieval, Sex rating, Complex relationships, Secret organizations, Struggle for relationships, Mentions of murders, Secondary original characters, OC, OMC, Romance, Drama, Fantasy, Hurt/Comfort, AU, Friendship, New relationships, Mentions of deaths Note: All parts are written and will be published weekly. Sorry, but English is not my native language, so if you notice any mistakes, please correct them. I would also appreciate beta reading services. Smut marked as 🔥

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Self, Job/Work: Honestly I'm super happy to talk about anything like this! With all my social links on my pinned posts it wouldn't be too difficult to find out a lot of stuff about me and my life anyway! Baggishield/Tolkien, Dragon Age, Johnlock/Sherlock, ineffable spouses, other fandom: Okay so while I enjoy all of these fandoms, and more besides, I get real single-minded about my special interests. Right now it's Bagginshield, and that's really all my brain has room for! OC's: I would genuinely loooove to talk about my OCs, so very much! As I said above, bagginshield is really my main focus right now, but I have two half-written original novels that I really hope to pluck up the courage to share one day. Honestly I would love so much to have the opportunity to talk about them more here, but I know there's not a lot of interest. Folks are here for the bagginshield stuff, and that's totally fair! But, I'm going to write these stories either way and I really would love any excuse to gush about them and my OCs! art/drawing: I don't draw, I'm afraid! I wish I did, I'm always in so much awe of people who have that skill! I paint a bit, but not often and just for fun, and it's always some weird abstract stuff, haha! your writing: Love to talk about writing! It's all that keeps me going some days, and any excuse to chat about what I'm doing, what I'm planning, ro even giving advice to other writers is just so much fun to me! blog specific only: Nah, this blog is a mish-mash of everything! Happy to talk about whatever! Pets: So I have a dog! His name is Wilfred, and he was a rescue! He's my boon companion, and I love any excuse to show him off, haha! Garden and Hobbies: So I do garden, but I'm new to it! I never had a garden before until about 3 years ago, and it's been super fun to learn as I go! Other hobbies are funny, because I do a bit of everything. I'm fairly crafty so I've done pottery, sewing, jewellery making, painting as I mentioned, a bit of knitting, etc. I also used to have my own small business, running a perfumery, so I've made all sorts of bathing products, soaps, bath salts, candles, etc! Like being tagged in things: I do, but you may have noticed, I'm a bit slow at responding! I do try to keep on top of them and I never mind being tagged, but it ebbs and flows, for sure!

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Thank you so much for sending this! I will answer your others at some point, but my alarm has just gone off and now it's writing time, haha!

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Hello and thank you for visiting this page! This is a post for self-introduction…

My name is Huashun, you can call me Shun or whatever you like! 18↑, English and 中文 OK👍

I really love creating OCs and their backgrounds!

Recent interests: Hades, Onmyoji, The Legend of Zelda, Lord of the Rings, Ace Attorney, Disco Elysium, Gintama, Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure

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