#Ring Sizing

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

but how did the walrus knock

[jeweledlegacy0]

Vintage and Antique Jewelry Specialist

Website : https://goo.gl/maps/CDsNFaTGEoDpL31TA

Address : 7635 Quivira Rd, Shawnee, KS 66216

Phone : 913-278-1950

Who We Are Welcome to Jeweled Legacy, a jewelry store and repair shop specializing restoring vintage and antique Jewelry. If you’re searching for something truly unique, you’ve come to the right place.What We Do We sell, repair, and modify jewelry, from vintage brooches to antique wedding bands and beyond. Can’t part with an old piece you love but is no longer wearable? Inherited a piece that just isn’t you? Consult with our design team and together we can create a custom piece using your materials that is.

[allaboutrings]

Victorian 18k Gold Banded Agate and Black Enamel Ring

[newgroundstier]

ranni da witch (featuring ouppy dog)

[drenched-in-sunlight]

‎she’s using Carian Manor’s wifi to watch “making Erdtree blessing flasks!! ٩(＾◡＾)۶~” videos again

[fluffyxi]

Princess Disa from The Rings of Power

5 years later, and a new female dwarf cosplay. I adore this character!

Photographer: Vanish Point Photography https://www.facebook.com/share/nbfxZrS6rpeTAn3C/

Wig: https://jonathaneberhardt.wixsite.com/the-wiggery

Costume: https://www.etsy.com/shop/ValkyrieCosplayCraft

[tlotrgifs]

Not idly do the leaves of Lorien fall.

[chalkrub]

been doodling some bri'ish wildlife - love seeing these guys. because they are the classics aren't they?

[ckducky]

My Adventures with my Boyfriend's flannel shirt

[eaissilyy]

Today’s my birthday so I’m drawing Morgott in my favorite scenario (summer and sunflowers)

[lxvvie]

I feel nasty!Ghost in particular loves to tease you constantly. His jabs are borderline insults but he knows your limits (sometimes better than you do) so he never oversteps them deliberately.

Oh, absolutely.

Yours and Simon's love language is taking the piss out of each other.

For instance, Simon could have you on his lap and you notice that small, one-sided smirk he does when he's about to start shit.

"Feel that, love?" You know what he's talking about. Of course, you do. You always do, but you want to test the waters and be a bit of a troll yourself. And so you say, "...No. Am I supposed to be feeling something, Si-bear?"

Silence. He stares. Hard. Then that smirk gets bigger.

Next thing you know, you're on your back, your legs are on his shoulders, and, "Feel that now, sweetheart?"

Fuck yes, Simon. Fuck yes.

[allaboutrings]

14k Yellow Gold Jade Ring

[distant--shadow]

honestly I was feeling so similarly about laudna casting disintegrate (one of the hottest damage spells 2 me) that I missed my reaction being mirrored when I was watching

[peppermintquartz]

Eddie is a little worried when Tommy asks to hold his hand, and then the older man slots their fingers together. There's a little frown on Tommy's handsome face and if Eddie were so inclined, he would have crushed hard on his best friend's boyfriend. He isn't inclined that way, though, and wiggles his fingers when Tommy releases him with a thoughtful hum.

"What's that about?" Eddie asks.

Tommy glances at him. "Hmm? Nothing. Don't worry about it."

-

Melton lets Tommy hold his hand while they are waiting for the rookies to be done scrubbing the bird.

"Your hand is so dry," Melton tells Tommy. "Moisturize, man. Or do I need to sic your boyfriend on you?"

"No, you don't. I'll get Nivea or something later."

-

Chimney sees Tommy linking his fingers with Ravi's and feels a strange bubble of outrage. He hops down from the engine and strides over.

Tommy lets go of Ravi with a nod and smiles at Chimney, like he hasn't been holding hands with someone that isn't Buck. Chimney stabs a finger into Tommy's chest - bloody hell, what has he been eating to get this big? - and demands in a harsh whisper, "Are you cheating on my brother-in-law? Because I will set Maddie on you."

"What? No, of course not."

"Then what was with that hand holding?"

Tommy shrugs and looks a little abashed. "Can't tell you. But I promise, I am not cheating, and please don't let Maddie think I am. She can end me and I know no one will find my body."

--

Bobby tilts his head and waits as Tommy fits his big hand into the captain's. When Tommy nods and smiles, Bobby grins.

"When is your next day off?" he asks Tommy.

"Next Wednesday." Tommy is blushing. "Thanks, Bobby."

Bobby shrugs and keys in a note into his calendar. "Happy to help. I know a couple of jewelers who do very good work." He pauses. "You two better have a proper wedding. No Vegas elopement, no matter what Buck says."

"Yessir."

[theres-a-body-here]

Got No Human Grace

Mohg x Male!reader

A/N: My beautiful, scrumptious, pookie bear beat the mohglester allegations. Me and my homies all hate MIquella the Tiquella.

As Mohg clung to you, his large frame shook, bearing numerous wounds and smeared in blood. His once regal garments were now tattered rags, and two of his horns laid broken beside him.

Despite this, there was a calm silence around you both, interrupted only by Mohg's muffled sobs and heavy breaths.

"I… I feared you wouldn't come…" His muffled voice shook, lips quivering as he pressed into your chest, clutching onto you fiercely.

His mind is his own again.

"Shh, it's alright now." You murmured, wrapping your arms protectively around him. Your fingers gently caressed his back in a calming rhythm. "You're safe now."

As you spoke, you could feel Mohg's breathing slowly return to normal against your chest. However, upon hearing the crunch of debris nearby, you lifted your head to look at the person who had helped make this reunion possible.

A heavily armored Tarnished stood before you, her weapon sheathed and her armor battle worn. She gazed down upon the scene indifferently, seemingly unfazed by the display of affection between you and Mohg.

"Thank you, truly… It won't be forgotten." You assured her sincerely, eyes glancing warmly towards her before returning to look down upon Mohg's fragile form cradled within your arms.

However, it seemed that perhaps requesting privacy might be too much to ask for.

The armor-clad Tarnished remained standing before you, staring at the two of you

It can be helped, it seems.

With a gentle motion, you pulled away from holding Mohg close momentarily and reached into your pocket. After rummaging through it for a few seconds, you produced a small flesh trinket in the jagged, vague image of femininity.

You held it delicately between your thumb and index finger, presenting it openly toward the Tarnished.

"Here, consider this a token of gratitude for your assistance today," you offered politely.

As you handed the trinket over to the warrior, Mohg's grip on you tightened slightly but made no attempt to move or react otherwise.

Septic Womb

"My Dearest, I'll find a way to grant you your wish. The Mohgwyn Dynasty shall have its heir"

An idol used in fertility rites of the Formless Mother.

Restores HP when blood loss occurs in the vicinity.

The Tarnished woman took the fleshy charm without a word of thanks, examining it briefly before slipping it away inside her armor.

She continued observing you silently for a while before casting her gaze over to where he lay dormant within his cocoon.

"Listen closely," You cautioned with urgency in your voice, grasping tightly onto Mohg as if to shield him from the very mention of Miquella's name. 

"I seek no vengeance, nor do I wish to pursue further conflict. I beg of you...leave Miquella untouched!" There was desperation lacing each word as they rolled off your tongue, pleading.

Your warning fell on deaf ears as the warrior paid no attention to your pleas, remaining silent and fixated on the distant figure sealed within the fuzzy cocoon.

An exasperated sigh left your lips as realization settled in; her intentions were never about granting aid or salvation. They were merely self-serving, exploiting opportunities to become Elden Lord.

She was a Tarnished, after all.

You watched as the warrior began to approach the distant cocoon containing the Demigod which seemed to draw her here like a moth to light.

If she wanted to play games involving divinity, that was her choice, however misguided. Right now, though, you had more pressing matters to deal with.

Mohg hadn't moved an inch since nestling against your chest, soft sobs still escaping him periodically.

"Hush now," you whispered gently, cradling his massive head between your hands as you tilted it upward towards yours. Your thumbs brushed at the damp fur from underneath his eyes while your palms rested on each side of his face.

Leaning forward, you kissed his forehead gently, then proceeded to pepper sweet kisses all over his face, even pressing a particularly long peck to the horn in his left eye.

A soft whimper escaped him, hungry for more contact as he nuzzled deeper into your embrace.

With his large hands, he kneaded at your body, leaving no doubt about what he wanted. What he missed.

He released a throaty groan as soon as your lips met his in a kiss, his mouth opening slightly as his hot breath mingled with yours.

His large hands drifted beneath your robe, blazing trails of hot fire across your skin as they traveled upwards, heat blooming throughout your entire body.

As he pulled away from your lips, Mohg looked up at you, a wicked smile spreading across his face as he tugged you closer until your bodies melded together.

He rocked his hips into yours, grinding firmly against you to let you know that he was hard as steel.

"We have much to catch up on…" He practically purred at you, squeezing your waist possessively, prompting a lustful groan to escape your mouth involuntarily.

Your brain short-circuited from the sensation, causing you to let out a meek response.

"W-we do…"

[kotoal1011]

btw if you're married to your f/o you def should get a ring that reminds you of them and put it on your ring finger, just like a marriage ring. and don't forget to imagine them wearing the same ring every time you think about them, aight?