Ring - Blog Posts
Didn’t have ideas. Got a late start. Here’s something quick for day 1: Ring
Inktober day 1 Turns out I draw mermaids this year but only when it's not May. #inktober #ring #inktober2019 #mermay2019 #inktoberprompts #mertober #mermaidink #inkmermaid #traditionalillustration #originalart #onfire #underwater #siren https://www.instagram.com/p/B3Hn7FsiPGa/?igshid=19dhp7rdojjhx
inktober day 1: rings
So I just finished Rita and Ying !! 💍
Yayyy!
Don't mind me as I copy and paste this...
So Rita is just a regular common old KitKat She travels around, searching for her 'one true place to belong' and while she does, she meets Ying, who ran away from home due to an argument with her brother. Ying is excited to meet 'such a regular KitKat' although she realizes that Rita barely shows any emotion what-so-ever. So as they travel back home with each other, Ying finally knows why Rita is the way she is and Rita finally understands exactly why 'a royal would run away from home, even though they have everything'. They get along and eventually start to feel for each other, and as they do they get into a bunch of stuff with the Royal family.
I just figured out how to make my text colored and huge....
vivienne westwood silver armored ring
Uke
Aiatan Engel
💍 Rings 💍
--Personal RadioHusk Headcanon--
I always had this little prompt/idea that they knew each other when they were alive, and were secretly in a relationship. When Husk was called into war, they both promised to meet again and live their lives together. Although, during Husk's serving was when Alastor was murdered and of course the news affected Husk personally and scarred him. He was release shortly after and that's when his gambling and alcohol addiction became an actual problem, adding PTSD, depression, and grieving into the mix wasn't helping either.
I've seen people headcanon that Husk may have died from either a bar fight, alcohol poisoning, or other... For me, I believed he, to put this lightly, ended his life due to the grieving and the PTSD became overbearing for him to handle.
Of course, I do think that the demons in Hell remember their life on earth. In Husk's case though, he chooses to forget it and become cold and distant.
Alastor POV, while he doesn't like the way he died for a few reasons other than him being murdered by dogs, but because he'd may never get to see Husk. (Unbeknownst to him, that the two will meet up in Hell again) Alastor believes it's best to forget the past, as there's nothing else he can do now.
Fast forward the two becoming partners/associates, now this is where the two demons begin to slowly piece together a picture. Alastor would compare Husk's behavior to that of his past lover (being his sarcastic and careless attitude). While Husk would get flashbacks of his past life whenever Alastor was present and something would click (such as Alastor jokes whenever he would try to make Husk smile, and of course his own smile reminded the cat demon of his deceased lover).
Bunch of slow burn/romance later, they both soon came to the conclusion that they knew each other when they were alive and eventually were in a relationship.
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Now as for the rings in the picture...
Alastor would wear his ring like any usual person, although I do imagine he would phase the ring to be on his mic stand as well.
Husk doesn't trust his claws to keep the ring in place, so he got himself a dog tag and have the ring be attached to it.
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Inktober, day one: ring
Happy October!
This was inspired by a ring of regeneration I found in a dungeon while playing D&D
reader serenades Emily on a restaurant rooftop in paris it's bought out for the night 
there's a piano
reader decides to go and play a song for Em
maybe even sings
Emily is so in love actually start tearing up(her version of sobbing)
Reader propose to Emily on a secluded rooftop in Paris!!!!
Enjoy Sunflower 🌻
The Proposal 💍
The sky over Paris had just started to soften into dusky lavender when Emily stepped into the candlelight glow of the restaurant's terrace, her black dress hugging her silhouette perfectly with a shawl to match.
Y/N stood waiting in a perfectly tailored midnight-blue suit, open collar just enough to be casual, but polished with her signature edge. She didn't take her eyes off Emily until she reached the table.
Y/N pulled Emily's chair out, brushed a kiss to her knuckles and sat opposite with a look that said she still couldn't believe her luck.
The place was exquisite, crystal chandeliers, gold accents, a view of the Eiffel Tower from the windows, and the sound of clinking glasses blending with the soft jazz coming from the small quartet.
In the middle of them sat an unattended glossy black baby grand piano. They shared champagne and soft laughter through dinner, filet mignon for Emily, duck à l’orange for Y/N.
Dessert was nearly finished when Y/N stood up suddenly, “Where are you going?” Emily asked, brows lifted in amused suspicion. Y/N just smirked, “Trust me, sweetheart.”
They walked across the restaurant to the piano, catching the attention of the musicians as she gently gestured toward the keys. After a quiet exchange in French, they nodded and adjusted their tempo.
Y/N unbuttoned her jacket and sat at the piano, rolling her sleeves just a touch as she placed her fingers on the keys. The first few bars of “La Vie en Rose” drifted out from beneath her hands.
Soft, elegant, perfectly paced. Emily froze, eyes wide, hand gently fluttering to her lips. Then Y/N sang. In flawless French, her rich, low voice rolled through the restaurant like velvet.
" Quand il me prend dans ses bras Il me parle tout bas Je vois la vie en rose… "
Emily’s heart clenched.
" Il me dit des mots d’amour Des mots de tous les jours Et ça me fait quelque chose… "
The band joined in one by one, violin, upright bass, saxophone, like the city itself had conspired with Y/N. Every guest turned toward her, but Y/N only had eyes for love.
When the final note echoed out, the restaurant burst into gentle applause, but Emily didn’t clap. She stood, breathless, teary, and walked straight to Y/N, grabbing her cheeks with both hands to kiss her.
“You are unbelievable,” she whispered against her lips. Y/N gave her a secretive grin. “You haven’t seen anything yet.” They laced their fingers together and led her upstairs, past waitstaff who opened the doors with knowing smiles.
The rooftop was magic.
Hundreds of tiny candles flickered in hurricane jars arranged in winding paths across the stone floor. A scattering of petals curved around a table with two glasses of champagne already waiting.
In the far corner, the Eiffel Tower glittered just above the city skyline. Y/N turned to face Emily, hands slightly trembling now.
“I set this up… weeks ago,” they admitted softly. “I knew I wanted to do it here. In the city of lights, in the city of love. Because you... you make everything brighter. Everything warmer. You make me feel like I’m seeing life in color for the first time.”
Emily’s eyes brimmed with tears. Y/N dropped to one knee and opened the velvet box. “Emily Prentiss... will you marry me?” Emily let out a breathless laugh, crying now, nodding frantically.
“Yes,” she whispered, then louder. “Yes, yes, yes.”
Y/N slid the ring onto her finger, stood, and Emily kissed her so hard they nearly knocked over the closest candle. Paris glowed beneath them, and above them, and all around them.
The brightest part of the city right in front of Y/N's eyes, Emily.
Inktober Day 1: Ring
Samara/Sadako from the ring series.
(to be honest, I don't really like the way this one turned out ￣へ￣)
