#the one ring replica

[alberta-sunrise]

So did my nails… think they’re cute.

Hella better than the bitten mess they were 🙈

[bigfatbreak]

How did Felix end up getting the rings from Emelie? (In your dad villain au)

he's really good at slight of hand, even when multitasking, like realizing his not-twin-is-cousin ALSO retained memories of the last timeline

[bunnygibson]

[kazoosandfannypacks]

If I had a nickel for every time someone I was close to gave me a jewelry from Lord of the Rings that had emotional significance, I'd have two nickels— which isn't a lot, but it's weird that it happened twice

[happylandfill23]

i miss my rings n necklaces n other such fun jewelry things

[syn4k]

wearing the One Ring as a fashion statement today, i'll let you know how it goes

[em-dashes]

OKAY let’s see if i can finish editing the next chapter before i go see the barbie movie

[britishchick09]

senpai's radio recordings and a hope for the future! :) (from 'gentleman giant')

[carcharodh]

The One Ring.

[prismatica-the-strange]

That fact he has a gold and red ring that looks a lot like my one I use for lestat is everything to me.

[alberta-sunrise]

For free hand. I think these came out pretty well 😍

[jaejoongs-nipple-piercing]

THE JAEJOONG FROMM RING FITS!!!!

[clioandhobbes]

putting together a bilbo baggins costume

[avo-kat]

browsing r/engagementrings not because i want to get engaged at any point, but because i like looking at pretty rings and also equally enjoy shaking my head and internally making fun of people with huge and gaudy diamond rings

[girlspecimen]

LIKE THE 1500S WERE A LOT OF YEARS AGO RIGHT.... A 16TH CENTURY RING WOULD BE AN ARTEFACT

[nanaminokanojo]

POTTY MOUTH | sukuna x reader

–your toddler is cussing and guess whom he learned it from | Inspired by this ig reel from sullivanking. It's so Sukuna-coded and I just had to.

CW: just cussing

MASTERLIST

"Fak..."

Tiny footsteps followed as your toddler tottered about the hallway into the living room where your husband was sitting, watching TV. You ignored it, thinking it was just gibberish your three-year-old son was saying, but then, he said it again, the vowel not quite sounding right, but you knew just why your ears piqued at the sound.

"Fak!"

Swiftly, you turned around, your feet carrying you to the direction your kid went before you know it, holding one of the clothes you were folding in the laundry room from whence you came from. He wasn't saying the word quite right, but still... You were met with an equally shocked Sukuna who was just trailing his little replica with his eyes, arms crossed over his broad chest as the latter just walked around the room, seemingly unaware that the two of you were even watching.

You couldn't make out the expression on your husband's face, but your left eye twitched at every single utterance of the foul word coming from your little one's mouth no less. It didn't take long for you to figure out how he felt as he sank his lips between his teeth, also unaware that you were watching him. Soon, much to your chagrin, his shoulders were shaking even as he fought the laughter that was beginning to spill over his mouth.

Then, again, in that small, innocent voice, you heard it again: "Fak." You gasped and both Sukuna and your child looked at you, the older of the two clearing his throat and trying to school his expressions into that of disappointment albeit feigned upon seeing the same yet genuine expression on yours. Your son, however, beamed at you and waved innocently. "Hi, Mama."

"Hello, sweetheart..." You sat on the couch next to Sukuna, hiding your face from your little boy as you glared daggers at your husband.

"What the fuck did I do?" he whispered, but your son heard it and giggled, pointing at Sukuna with his tiny finger. "Papa! Fak –!"

"Sweetheart, don't say that," you interrupted, shaking your head as you beckoned him over. "That's not a very nice word."

But your kid, like his father, was defiant, running out of the room, laughing in high-pitched tones instead of being deterred from saying that bad word again. And finally, Sukuna cracked up, his deep voice ringing throughout the room even as you started smacking him on the leg and arm, fending himself from your "attacks".

"Baby, why are you mad at me?" He jabbed a thumb over to the general direction your son went. "He's the one cussing." He was still fighting laughter.

"This is on you! If you weren't such a potty mouth then he wouldn't be hearing such words!"

He tried to gather you in his arms, pulling you over his lap and securing you there as he planted a kiss on your temple, lingering there and letting go with a loud smack, but you still pouted at him. "Oh, come on. It's not my fault he's so smart."

You narrowed your eyes at him.

"His Mama is very smart," he said, trying to placate you, but you playfully pushed his head away from you. "Is that a roundabout way of saying he got that from me?"

"Naww." He pulled you even closer until your arm was flush against him, resting his chin on your shoulder. "Baby, I'm complimenting you."

"Okay, but do something about it. Daycare starts tomorrow..."

"Oh." He blinked at you and you saw your exact thoughts reflected in his carmine eyes. How he's going to explain why his kid is saying such a word, you didn't know, but it sounds like a Sukuna problem.

"...and you're taking him there."

A/N: To all my readers, I assure you, I am writing, just taking a little break from everything. And yes, I have a bad case of brainrot, Sukuna being the culprit. Hope you enjoyed this though.

© ORIGINAL WORK BY nanaminokanojo. CHARACTERS ARE INSPIRED BY GEGE AKUTAMI’S JUJUTSU KAISEN. [20240329]