Your OC proposes to the one above! (Human/Humanoid

OH BOY. the texan didn't speak the whole trip to meeting runa. The texan had never been so nervous. He met in the park after leaving his dirty jeep. " aye there runa... so we've been more than friends for awhile and uh ... well would you marry me?? " the engineer smiled taking off his welding goggles getting on one knee " you would certainly make this texan happy "

     The stories Jamie had told the princess of the distant, far away land of Texas had been nothing but amazing. The people, the attractions, the barbecue! How she longed to visit that place. And Jamie... He was so kind and friendly. She felt like she could easily waste the day hearing his stories or even listening to his songs. It was a genre called country, and she found it so charming! Just like him...
     These feelings bubbled deep inside her, fluttering around like a swarm of butterflies. She couldn't deny them any longer.
     "I know we haven't interacted very much, but... but I feel very close to you," the princess said, a nervous look on her face and a fist clenched over her rapidly beating heart. "If... If it'd be okay with you, I-I... I'd like if maybe I could visit Texas with you. T-Together." Her face turned even more red.

     Somewhere far away, back at the castle, the king had suddenly, for no reason, become very aggravated.

I love their interactions   

"Hey Princess!" Evelyn ran up to the other woman with a smile on her face and she flung one arm around Ennette's shoulder and pulled her close in a side hug, "glad to see you so early in the day." She winked, releasing Ennette after a moment, walking next to her. She quite enjoyed the other's presence, and found herself going a bit out of her way to meet up with the Princess whenever she had the opportunity. She also found herself quite intrigued by her, the small amount of info she had on Ennette was certainly enough to make her curious. What was she even the Princess of? She had never bothered to ask, but now she couldn't help but be quite curious. 

"So... I think we really don't know much about each other, and I certainly would like that to change, so how about I take you up on that earlier offer of becoming your personal bodyguard?" She stepped in front of Ennette so she stopped walking, a smile on her lips, "that way we can be together even more, in a way I guess it's like marriage, hmm?" She chuckled at the thought, a small pink coming onto her cheeks, "what do you think? Wanna hypothetically marry me?" She asked with a wink, hands on her hips as she leaned towards Ennette, their noses barely a centimeter apart.

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     It had been a few days since En's tragic performance in front of his kingdom. To not be able to sing was one thing, but to lip sync was a mockery, according to the sirens. They called for blood. Crowds pooled around the castle's outer walls, writing horrible things for the young prince on it as they demanded justice.

     Allegro had been unresponsive to all outside communication since then. Even when he himself requested Isolde to come by he was difficult to catch still. The prince strode from hallway to hallway, a team of people following closely. Several of them spoke at the same time with questions over what to do and what to say, each one answered calmly, yet for anyone close to him it was clear he was stressed.

     Hours had to have passed before Allegro could sit at his favorite courtyard table, which in itself was covered with files upon files. He gave Isolde a tired smile. "Thank you for coming. I'm sorry I wasn't able to greet you properly earlier." He noticed a few new files on top of the closest pile to him, taking one and opening it with a sigh. "En hasn't come out of his room. It takes a lot to get him to eat," he answered without needing to be asked. He smiled again, a bitter one. "I've always known the sirens were pompous and entitled, but to treat him like this. He's already proven his royalty."
     He tossed the file on the table. Its contents were papers over a possible marriage choice. He rested his chin on the palm of his hand, not interested in that file or the pile besides him. "I must ascend the throne," he explained quietly. "If I can become king then I can rewrite this stupid law. It will take time, but I need to start on it as soon as I can. I won't tolerate how he's being treated."

     Allegro turned his attention to Isolde, giving her another weary smile. "I'm sorry. I wish I could be more romantic about this as I'd like, but I'm running out of time. Isolde, if I'm to marry, I'd at least like it to be with you. I promise to give you a grand proposal soon, but until then... Will you marry me?"

Allegreto

He was nice. Too nice. Conwell, to be honest, just wanted some peace and quiet that day, and was making that beyond clear. Conwell had a week off, so she thought she'd travel. Taking a plane to some foreign place? No way her students would call her boring now. 

Conwell was busying herself with shopping for food, until some certain someone had acidentally bumped into her, making her drop her items " oof!! Watch it buster or next time i'll!-,," Conwell began, but was cut off by allegretto setting an apple in conwells hand. " I-,, wha-,, thanks??..." conwell continued, noticing the other townsfolk looking at her side ways. 

" pfft... why are you acting so nice anyway??" She got on her knees to pick up other items " you wanna marry me or somethin?? Hah!!" Conwell joked, still on one knee, not noticing what this all looked like to the appaled townsfolk. Well...until she herself noticed all the people staring at her, and poor allegretto.

Conwell quickly popped back up " get your heads out. Of. The. Gutter!! I have a wife, after all!" Conwell grumbled, crossing her arms while townsfolk shuffled away. 

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Aw poor pritt-,, i loved the response, btw!! So i'll write a follow up soon!!))

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Mr Pritt had planned this all out ahead of time! He knew Ms Conwell had bratty middle schoolers in her classroom. They always tested her patience. She had little and he knew she was working on it... But the fancy man had paid ALL of her students big bucks to behave! And they were NOT to utter the word 'carrot' this day! They were to be nice and to help Pritt surprise Conwell for an elaborate proposal. Pritt had made sure each students had with them a bouquet of flowers hidden with them. Beautifully arrange and expensive bouquet of flowers and roses. An arrangement of colors that Conwell loves, whatever they may be. Along with the pricy bouquet of roses and flowers, each student had with them a gift bag. A richly stuffed gift bag with Conwell's particular brand of hair spray. Each same brand, but perhaps different color or style, but the brand was the same. Then, Mr. Pritt had paid an expensive locksmith to unlock her coveted locked fridge. And inside the coveted locked fridge, lay the proposal ring! Diamond as big as any rich fancy man can afford.

It probably wasn't until some time later in the day when Conwell opened her coveted locked fridge that she saw the handsome ring sitting in there. Then when she turned around, all the teenagers popped out the bouquet of roses and flowers. That's when Mr. Pritt bursts into the room, dressing ever so dashing and fresh. There is like some glitter girl tossing random confetti, glitter, and flowers into the room. A random expensive professional violin man, playing a very romantic score. A fancy chef holding in his hand, that very fancy dish that Mis Conwell always liked. All these folks coming in one after another behind Mr. Pritt.

The frail skinny rich man clears his throat and claps his hand twice. A random butler finally enters the picture and places a velvet pillow on the floor and Pritt places his knee on the velvet pillow. Then looks up at Ms Conwell. "Mis Conwell, my most beautiful flower. You are the most talented science teacher I have ever met. So smart and ambitious. Will you do the honor and take my hand in marriage?" 

(if Mister Pritt isn't your flavor, feel free to pick any of my OCs. But who could resist such a handsome pretty man tho?)

The werewolf sat by the bar, casually downing yet another buck of ale! How many? Honestly no one knew, he had taken so much and now, the effects of alcohol were slowly starting to sip in to the point he struggled in differentiating people. He would be that one happy go lucky guy who considered everyone his best friends and would want to party. Some considered him to be an annoying kind of drunk, others considered him the funny kind of drunk.

Unluckily for Mr.Pritt, Bjorn's eyes immediately fell on him as he seemed to have lost his words a little bit. He was just standing there, doing whatever a Mr.Pritt did, probably saying he slain a dragon or some shit, as the werewolf got up his seat. He gradually stumbled toward the man who, though he was shorter than the werewolf, Bjorn, for some reasons, thought he was taller.

Their was a sudden moment of silence before the werewolf finally spoke up "Had I known such beauty existed-" as took a deep breath "There is a saying in old norse for our loved ones, which goes along the lines of 'Þú getur lyft hammanum mínum hvenær sem er, ef þú veist hvað ég meina!', it's very romantic! It means 'You are my Valkyrie, and I would follow you across the nine realms and into eternity'!" It did not mean that. "And this perfectly captures my feelings for you!" As he bent down one knee, drunkily grabbing his hand "My lady, would you marry this old fool that I am?"

Bjorn was so drunk he thought Mr.Pritt was a sexy big buff lady. Don't ask how. He just did.

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V I actually really enjoyed that response! I actually fucking laughed when he repeated the phrase in old norse 😂 Poor guy, Bjorn is going to laugh. He has been bullshitting people with that phrase for so long it came back to him. Or at least hold himself from such and still act as if it meant that super romantic thing.

Also, Bjorn is not aware of his kids nor are they of him because they never actually met. They might one day but as adults. I may have not described that well, but they dont know of eachothers existence.

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Oligotoma, Elenchus, Nicoletia, Diptera, tea, tea, that was what they had been missing, if they had simply drank a little bit beforehand or an elixir, then their nerves wouldn't be jittering with static. How hard could it be to propose to a man that they had become close to? Focus. There was a script for these sorts of things and customs of courtship that had to be followed.

Nightshade stood alone in the wooded clearing, pacing until their steps had left a groove in the blackened dirt. The weight of their gift lay heavy upon their hip, and they touched it again, as if to make sure it was still safe. Bjørn was as out of place as they were, a straggler in the winds of time, and there was the matter of his past, the scars so deep they had settled in his bones...

So lost in thought they were that they didn't notice the rustle through the trees as the werewolf emerged, his blue eyes showing clear interest. The clearing around them was lit with the blue light of glowing mushrooms and crystals, casting a soft glow over the two. The Doctor froze for a minute before taking a long rattling breath, trails of steam disappearing in the air. It was now or never.

"Bjørn..." Their voice grew quieter. "Kærasti, before meeting you I was lost in a sea of endless days and nights."

Nightshade took a step forwards, looking into his face, searching it. "But you gave me hope, a beacon of light in all of the fog. I know you are laughing, but I mean it with all of my soul."

Finally, they got down on one knee in front of him. In a swift motion, they pulled out their engagement gift, a glittering sword, and offered it in their hands. The hilt was carved with black metal, a small wolf's head at the pommel.

"Þú getur lyft hammanum mínum hvenær sem er, ef þú veist hvað ég meina. I wish to be with you for the rest of time..."

They looked down with shyness. "Do you wish the same?"

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(The Doctor typically hides their face under a mask. Might take it off in very special circumstances, such as around people they care for. They aren't immortal but are very long-lived and are also shy to romantic gestures. ^^)

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