#...poor Cor

[my-bg3-sideblog]

i can't fail the "Repeat after me" check in that one scene with Gale 😭😭😭

Cor has aphasia. she is struggling so hard to repeat that sentence, but i can't roll anything below a 6, and it's a DC 5 :'C

okay, i finally failed it, and now Cor just feels bad. the canon scene is not meant to be applied to character with a speech disorder, i'm pretty sure. oh well. that's okay, i'm tweaking it in my head, and i love hurting Cor anyways

[havenandart]

a fast little doodle of dr. kiran devabhaktuni, the man the myth the neurosurgeon himself.

i've been reading the fantastic cor et cerebrum series by @audreycritter and i'll be so honest with you -- i love dev. i had to google dev to see if i just hadn't caught up to comics or if he was really in dc universe. such a fantastic display of writing and character. thank you for sharing him with us ♥

[sparklecryptid]

/snicker/ Reveal AU where the significant others of LCs are suddenly dragons.

Ace would like to know why his husband is currently a dragon. In fact, most patrons of his bar would like to know why Ace's husband is currently around Ace's neck and sulking at the fact he has four legs, scales, and can breathe fire.

"Well," Tredd says to break the eerie silence that had settled over the bar, "Do you think he can get bigger so he can rain fire down upon our enemies?"

"You are not using my husband as a siege weapon," Ace says as he reaches up to lightly tap on Nyx's head, "No," he says to the white and purple dragon partially wrapped around his neck, "Do not even think about it."

"It would be fun," Nyx says in a voice that is echoes the rumble of thunder, "I could-"

"And if you got any bigger where would I put you? We don't know if you can change back to this size. And I would prefer to be able to sleep with my husband under the same roof as me."

Nyx grumbles.

Ace ignores how adorable it is and wonders where the little blond he hired is. Shouldn't Prompto be here by now?

The bell at the door chimes, Ace perks up until he realizes that it is not Prompto would is walking through his door.

Rather it is the Prince of Lucis, Ace's younger half-brother who does not know of Ace's existence.

Everyone pretends not to stare as Noctis makes a beeline toward Ace.

"Uh," Noctis says not sounding very princely at all, "Prompto can't make it because-" He flounders as if he hasn't rehearsed the excuse Prompto gave him "- because he - iS THAT A DRAGON?"

Nyx''s claws dig into Ace's shoulder.

Ace makes a note to make Nyx sleep on the couch. It figures that Nyx wouldn't bother to hide.

"No," Ace lies terribly, "It's-"

"-Moving." Noctis sounds panicked and relieved at the same time. "Six above I thought I would have a harder time explaining."

Noctis swings his backpack - which is open a bit at the side - off his shoulder and and unzips it all the way.

A golden dragon pops its head out.

Ace can feel the blood drain from his face.

"Ah," he says calmly, "Is this why Prompto can't come in today? He got dragon'd?"

"Yeah apparently all of-" Noctis' eyes go wide. He wheezes something that Ace can't make out. Noctis points at Nyx.

Nyx blows a bit of fire out of his mouth because he can.

"Why do you have a dragon?" Noctis' voice is mortified. Ace feels the same way.

"I don't know," Ace replies, "Why do you have a dragon?"

[philiponmycracker]

Being an absolute cunty little bitch to the hot doctor who's doing his best to help you. Oh you lucky you almost died and still that pretty, boy, because I personally think Dr. Chandler should have just spanked your cute butt right there in gif n.1

[a-world-in-grey]

You know, I always headcanoned that once Niflheim got their hands on some photos of the prince and his civilian friend, they absolutely knew that Prompto was an escaped clone. The resemblance to Besithia was obvious, after all. They just didn't bother to do anything with it, since it's not like they need that particular clone and it's not even like Prompto has a sleeper programming.

But in the Spark verse, well. Prompto is a child of an Oracle. And if Glauca is a thing, they might even know about her magic.

Either way, they really want to have her back.

I have been sitting on this ask for awhile, because I love it, but unfortunately the muses are not cooperating with me on it.

In most of my fics, Niflheim doesn’t really bother paying too much attention to Prompto - yeah, he’s the prince’s friend, but he’s civilian, and furthermore, not a member of his Retinue, so ergo, he can’t be that important to the prince. Not enough to be worth investing any resources into whatever aim they might want with Prompto anyway.

But in Spark au, Prompto is claimed as Noctis’ Heart far earlier than normal in an effort to protect her secret, and that makes Niflheim take a closer look at this civilian girl who’s gotten so close to the prince. And you’re right, the resemblance is uncanny if you know what to look for.

I feel like Titus wouldn’t know about Prompto’s magic. Noctis and the others are so very careful to keep her magic under wraps, and the cover of Prompto having Noctis’ magic so compelling, that Titus never realizes the truth.

Now, if they ever managed to get their hands on the Prince’s Heart long enough to somehow learn that carefully hidden truth… well.

That would change things, wouldn’t it?

[sunflower-chai]

finished the horse and his boy! enjoyed it a lot, giving it 4.5/5 stars (had to deduct half a star because they had every opportunity to include peter in this book and they didn’t)

[skelavender]

gibson praise i love uuuuuu

[llycaons]

maybe the pov isn't as much a huge shock as I thought but it also kind of is? can you imagine being eolo

[awlwren]

[id: art of young Cor Leonis, with his beret, standing with his hands in his pockets and staring you down with his light blue eyes.]/end id.

[peppermintstarsonamintyway]

haha what if we made Sour Butter and Corrupted Elder interact that would be so silly and fucked up /silly

ough shenanigans /silly

[luveline]

Hi jadeeeee I have a request for coworker James! Another man whether it’s at work or somewhere else starts hitting on reader and James get jealous and realizes he hates seeing her with other guys

ty for requesting 💌 fem

It’s another sunny day at the office, but today is the day the vending machine men come in and fill them, so it’s not all bad. The doors and windows are wide open, the air is fresh and clean. 

“It’s too hot,” Remus complains without any real passion. 

“It’s not that bad,” Sirius says, though he raises his hand to begin fanning Remus anyhow. “It feels hotter than it is because of the humidity.” 

“I feel amazing,” James says. He gives you a nudge with his shoe, his hair tickling his neck as he leans back in his chair. “It’s not that hot, is it?” 

“It’s boiling,” you say. 

You were never going to agree with him. It could be sub zero and you’d tell him you were on fire. James rolls his eyes at you and continues a rather lavish existence of sun, breeze, and cold grapes, their crisp insides popping between his teeth. 

“Sorry,” you say. 

James lifts his head. 

“That’s okay,” Jordan says, to James’ immediate affront. There’s no need for the man in charge of maintaining the vending machine to be talking to you in that tone. It’s bordering too sweet. 

“I’m always in your way,” you laugh. 

“You? In my way? Never.” 

You turn to Remus with an obvious expression. Is he flirting with me? it says. 

Remus looks at James —what the fuck?— before he gives you a tentative back and forth of his head, weighing it up. He shrugs. 

James shakes his head resolutely. 

You give them both the silent version of I understand and settle down in your seat again. The vending machine guy (what’s his name again? James can’t remember) pops open the front cover of the machine and takes out the change box. Clearly, he doesn’t categorise you or the boys as a risk of burglary. 

“So,” Jordan says, “how was your weekend? Did you do much?” 

“In this weather?” you ask with light-humoured sarcasm. “I went on a couple of walks, nothing huge. How about you?” 

“Went to a couple of matches.” 

“Rugby or football?” 

“Rugby, always.” 

James feels the pressure of his teeth clenching at the back of his head. “Do you play, mate?” he asks. 

Jordan looks at him in surprise. “No, we just watch. It’s an excuse to have a pint before five.” 

You break two slices of your clementine away from each other. James doesn’t know why, but your gaze is on him, and that’s where he wants it. “Day drinker?” he asks sympathetically. 

“James,” Sirius says, laughing. “Grow up.” 

“Sometimes,” Jordan says. He finishes reinstalling the change holder and starts to push snacks and drinks onto the vending machine shelves. “Gotta have a little bit of fun every now and then, right?” 

He emphasises to you. 

You give a shy smile. “Right.” 

Jordan finishes his job and wishes everyone goodbye quickly after that. You chew your clementine, your finger looped under your bracelet, tugging slowly round and around. He fucked that up for you, didn’t he? You couldn’t get very far with him poking holes at poor Jordan, but��� you’d been smiling at him nicely. You’re allowed to smile at whoever you want to, of course you are, so why did James act like that? 

“Sorry,” he says. 

You slide your thumb between slices of clementine. “To me?” you ask from the corner of your mouth. “For what?” 

Sirius and Remus laugh at the same time. 

James ignores them. “I was mean to him. How are you ever gonna get a date if I bully the vending machine guy?” 

“You think I can’t get a date?” you ask. 

“No.” He grimaces. “No, just, he’s a dickhead.” 

“As opposed to who? You?” you ask. 

James is pretty sure his vision goes white. He hates seeing you with other boys, but this isn’t where he wanted the conversation to go. He doesn’t wanna be your boyfriend. He just hates seeing you happy with other people. 

Oh, god, he thinks. That’s horrible. 

“I think you can do a whole lot better than Jacob the vending machine guy.” 

“Jordan,” you correct, laughing. You don’t bring him up on avoiding your real question, perhaps you don’t notice. You just laugh with Remus and pass James a piece of your clementine. “Vending machines are an honest living. Don’t be so classist.” 

“You’re classist,” he rebukes weakly. He ignores Sirius’ knowing gaze to offer you his punnet of grapes. “Horrible woman.” 

“Get it together, Potter.” 

James doesn’t know what to say to you after that, so he says nothing at all. Your clementine is sweet on his tongue. 

[uas-art]

Part 1

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Poor Cor got caught up in the moment. Cut him some slack, Lamb!

[blood-orange-juice]

I feel so guilty now :(

I'm not sure what this says about me but my Parametric Transformer is fueled exclusively with potatoes

[coffee-and-geto]

“CALL MY NAME FROM THE OTHER SIDE!”

“That’s it sweetheart, just listen to me.”

pairing: ghost! choso kamo x f!reader | kinkoctober

summary: on your wedding day, your husband died. ever since, when nothing goes right in your life, choso has to come into your dreams, and when you wish he’d show up for real, you don’t know that a curse has hit you. and that a certain choso haunts your dreams — even the hottest ones…

warnings: +18 MDNI, smut, nsfw, mention of blood, husband! choso, widow!reader, pet names (angel, my love, sweetheart, baby), kinda voyeurism (kink), fluff, slight angst, choso comes back as a ghost, masturbation, oral (f! receiving), erotic dreams, fingering (f! receiving).

wc: 1,402

On your wedding day, your husband died.

A tragic start to the rest of your life, isn’t it?

But how else could this story begin, when the stark memory of vivid crimson blood splattering across your pure white wedding dress still haunts you to this day? It’s impossible to forget.

That very night, after the briefest, most sorrowful of ceremonies, you tried to sleep, hoping to escape the nightmare your life had suddenly become. Just as it had started, your life had already fallen apart.

Choso was your first love, the one with whom you planned to build a family, to live a life full of joyful memories.

So what do you do now?

The shock hit so hard that you began seeing him in your dreams — Choso, with his jet-black hair tied back in little ponytails, resting against you after a long day of watching over his brothers. His warm breath, that adorable gaze, and his comforting presence…

God… Why was he doing this to you?

Was he haunting your dreams?

If that were the case, why didn’t he just manifest himself already, goddamnit?!

But would you have truly wanted that if it somehow became real?

Because what started as a mere wish became a curse cast upon yourself.

Every night after that, Choso came to your dreams. He slipped into your bed beside you as though he were alive, keeping you company like the husband he should have been.

And every time the dream felt too real, you jolted awake, as though he had been there. But the empty side of your bed always reminded you that it was all in your mind.

Until one night, Choso in his ghostly form slipped into your bed like a thief, not just a figment of your imagination.

What began as a gentle kiss in your dream transformed into something far more erotic…

And then it became real.

Hovering over your bed, Choso’s ghostly figure watched you, his gaze tender as he observed you writhing slightly in your sleep under the covers, your eyes squeezed shut, lips slightly parted as you whimpered his name in soft, needy tones.

Choso laid beside you, carefully brushing a stray strand of hair behind your ear, and in that liminal state of sleep, you could feel his touch faintly, like an impression of warmth and closeness that was all too vivid.

“Poor sweetheart,” he whispered gently.

And, unconsciously, your hand slipped beneath the waistband of your pajamas, fingers rubbing at your sensitive, needy clit — all part of the dream… right?

In the darkness of your room, you felt your body heat up, a dampness pooling between your thighs as you dreamt of Choso kissing every inch of your body, leaning down between your legs, teasing your most sensitive parts.

And it was in that same darkness that Choso loved watching you, his heart heavy with regret that he could not manifest himself since his death, not until you unconsciously summoned him.

So, you began having these erotic dreams about him each night, dreams in which he fulfilled his husbandly duties in every way you desired.

Every night, you would close your eyes and find him there, a perfect, comforting presence so close to you in your mind’s eye.

His expert mouth on your clit, his tongue sliding along your slick folds, and even more.

The first night, you had to use your own fingers, working yourself desperately as you moaned Choso’s name, pressing harder against your sensitive core, seeking relief for the ache that his memory alone ignited.

The second night, the dream intensified, and in your half-sleep, Choso lay beside you, his presence so strong that you whimpered his name, even as you felt tears slip from the corners of your eyes. He reached to wipe them away gently, but as he started to pull his ghostly hand back, you grabbed it, eyes still closed, guiding it under your pajamas.

Choso swallowed, startled, wondering how your half-sleeping self could still feel him so vividly.

“Please, Choso,” you pleaded quietly, your body’s need guiding his hand to exactly where you ached for his touch. “Please…”

If Choso could still blush, he would have turned as red as a ripe tomato. But he couldn’t resist you. He had so many questions, but he knew his priority was to make you feel better as he slowly traced his fingers along your slick center, stroking up and down as you squirmed beneath his ghostly touch, your legs falling open even wider.

Choso circled his index finger around your sensitive bundle of nerves, teasing it slightly before lowering his touch and slipping a finger into your warm, welcoming depths when you whispered for him to do so.

“Mmm… Ah, Cho, feels so good,” you murmured, brows knitting as you bit down on your lip. You rocked your hips forward, and Choso couldn’t ignore the hardness straining against his ghostly form as he fingered you slowly. “Don’t stop…”

“You like this?” Choso mutters, kissing your temple so, so tenderly.

You nod slightly, your eyelids still shut. “Mh-hmm…”

And you look so peaceful listening to him that he can’t help but encourage you by saying, “That’s it sweetheart, just listen to me.”

You squirm, your hands gripping the sheets as your dream-turned-reality completely intoxicates you. You sniffle softly, finally feeling that deep, aching pleasure that only your husband could provide.

Your gummy walls clench around his finger, gripping tighter each time he pulls out. The sensation is dizzying, intoxicating, almost obsessive. Choso’s breaths come in slow, ragged gasps as he watches your face contort with pleasure, and he can’t help but add a second finger, curling them the moment they reach your sweet spot.

Your back arches, and a soft, adorable moan escapes your lips. Your eyes flutter open, focusing on the ghostly form of your husband.

“Cho?”

“Sweetheart?” he murmurs, thrusting his fingers more slowly. “You’re awake?”

“Cho,” you mumble, realizing he’s truly there. You turn towards him, pulling his form close as you sob softly into the crook of his neck.

“Shhh…” He pulls his slick fingers from your warm center, returning your embrace. “I’m here…”

“Missed you,” you whine, feeling the warmth of your salty tears rolling down on your cheek and end up dribbling in droplets on Choso’s neck.

“I know, I know,” Choso soothes, his heart heavy with emotion. “I won’t leave you again, my love.”

A silence falls over you, only broken by the rhythm of your synchronized breathing.

“Were you dreaming of me? Sorry about my fingers; you took my hand and—”

“I know,” you whisper, gently guiding his translucent wrist back down to your soaked core. “Please, I need you again…”

He slides his two fingers back inside you, pumping them with a faster pace, hitting your g-spot with every thrust. The wet, lewd sounds of your arousal make both of you smile. Your walls grip his fingers, urging them to plunge deeper.

With deliberate, slow movements encouraged by your soft gasps, he adds his thumb to your puffy clit, circling and rubbing intermittently to intensify the overwhelming pleasure.

You grab his shoulder with a firm grip, digging your nails in — surprisingly, he feels almost real — and pant against Choso’s ear, whispering how good it feels to be touched by him.

“God, so good,” you mewl. “Feels so good.”

You tighten around his digits as he continues striking your g-spot with each thrust, his knuckles sinking deep into your needy core until you’re gasping his name like a woman possessed.

“Cho, ah, please,” you moan, hiding your face against his chest, and he only smiles, savoring your sweet pleas. “I’m so close…”

“Hmm? My baby’s close? You wanna cum on your husband’s fingers?” he purrs, dotting your neck with soft kisses as he intensifies his rhythm. “Then come for me. Cum for your husband, angel, okay?”

You nod helplessly, moaning his name in a broken voice as you tighten around his fingers one last time, riding out your high. He feels you pulsing even after you catch your breath, and a comfortable silence settles over you both.

You trace idle patterns on his chest with your fingers, resting your cheek against where his heart would be, while he wipes his fingers with a handkerchief nearby. Pulling you close, he rocks you gently, whispering sweet nothings in your ear.

For now, you have your husband back.

a/n: hey :D so, i admit it’s not like me to do such a short one-shot, but for choso’s, I didn’t really want to do too much. i wanted to do something quite smutty at first, but i didn’t have the strength to do more lmao

but now what i can’t wait to write is the next werewolf!satoru one-shot hihi! i’ve already got the ideas and— anyway. you guys will see, i’ll keep it a surprise :))

likes and reblogs are truly appreciated 💕

tags: @ssetsuka @zara-zara11 @bearwithmoo @elliesndg @lymsfm @mutsu422 @whathappennedtobeenhappy-blog @drippymcdrippison @koshhin @v31v3t @wawuwe @cybersomniq @sanemistar @monokaix

[bunnibaby-love]

Would it be too much to ask for a Zhongli x Bunny!Reader heavy SMUT fic? 🥹

🐰 Zhongli x Bunny!Reader 🐰

♡ female reader + size kink + manhandling + power dynamics

Shameless bunny sleeping at the statue of lord of geo. How dare you disrespect Morax?

Zhongli rather found it amusing. Seeing you curling your tiny body on the lap of his statue. From his distance, he can see the twinkle of your eyes admiring his statue with a little pout.

He's maybe quite jealous of his own statue. Why put yourself in that uncomfortable position when he can just take you in. Surely you can warm his lap

He approach you when he saw you at harbor docks looking for food they can spare you. Poor bunny. He invites you over at his place so you two can enjoy treats and tea.

You didn't even pay attention on his vivid eyes while he shares a tea with you. You started getting sleepy after the treats and he offers you sleep on his bedroom. Guilible bunny just don't have any sense of danger

From your peripheral vision, you can see the consultant taking off his suit and reveal his black and gold arms. It's fascinating so you stares at it

"Cute bunny..i really admire such beautiful creatures" he carees your bunny ears and you can't help but purr "But you...are very naughty" He grips your jaw, forcing you to look up at him with widen eyes "Sleeping on the statue of morax...that's disrespect. Why did you do that?"

You feel scared of his strong aura but also feeling butterflies on your tummy "Don't have home....im lost..." you pout with your pink lips "M'like the statue...it's comfy and warm..." you blush while confessing the sin you did while he just chuckles

"Do you recognize me?" You met your gaze with his cor lapiz eyes "..Morax? but...no..morax is dead" even though you are from Inazuma, everyone knows Morax is decease

"The god is infront of you.." you can't speak and can tell he isn't lying "You deserve a punishment for disrespecting a God..." You feel your body cold with how intimidating he actually is

He sat on the bed and look at you sternly "Lay down like how you did with my statue" you hesistant but he instanly pulls your tail causing you to just command him

You curls up on his lap but he turns you around making you lay on your stomach on his lap. You can feel the roughness by him holding your tail when he spanks you "Wah..! no...hurts!" Your pleadings only goes to deaf ears as he smack your ass two more times

"I assume you aren't wearing anything at all under this dress of yours" He's right. You hate wearing undergarments it feels restricting your movements and it just feels better

You heard a rip of fabric and it's your dress he casually throws around. He make you sit on his lap and slap your clit that made your body shiver

"Ride it my love" you blush with his words he really knows how to get you. He's very big, thick and veiny! Can you even take his tip. "Be a good girl or i'll pinch your clit again" You bite your lips as you start to sink down to take all of him

It's so hard taking him full on your cunny. You starts to ride him slowly enjoying the initimation but it doesn't look like what Zhongli is planning

He grips your hips and lays you down without pulling away his cock. He quickly pounds you rough and fast "No...more...too big!" you whimper and cry as you try to grab his chest but your hands just got slap "Behave.." he growls and you can't help but just take everything

You feel a sudden emptiness when he pulls out and make you on all fours. Your knees are giving up on you and you can barely balance yourself but he doesn't mind. Putting his weight behind you and pushing all the way his cock again to resume his pace

"Im cumming....please....let me...Morax..." you softly purrs as you are close to release but he pulls away again leaving you empty "no please...i'll be good..." you kneel beside him and gave him your lovesick eyes and puts you again on his lap "daddie....i can't...take it anymore...!" you shake your hips on him

He kiss you and you feel his forked tongue claiming your lips at the same time his 3 fingers enters your cunny as he fingers you fast and rough, taking all your moans on his mouth

A pinch on your clit and you squirted all over him. It's like you're soul got taken after the hard orgasm

You still pouted as you didn't get to cum on his cock and you look at him again with doe eyes "Bunnies can never be satisfy..." He chuckles "Kneel and worship your God"

[the-fandom-is-now-my-life]

Do they know if you wear silver or gold?

When they want to buy an engagement ring do they know what to choose?

Yes, without a doubt

Kaeya

Sneaky bastard is so sure about your preferred metal and style he only needs to figure out the gem. He already got the jeweler waiting for when he figures out your ring size

Has to check

Childe

He was truly just going to get two jewels that represent you two and whatever metal matched best but when his sisters heard the look of surprise they had made him stop on his plan. After much talk about how one of them almost left her boyfriend because she was given the wrong metal and the other almost accused her boyfriend of cheating he decided to be very ‘subtle’ but direct.

The next time he is at your home he asks to see your favorite ring/necklace. By that time you already guessed what would be his next question in a few days

Neuvillette

It's Furina who managed to make him confident enough to talk to you outside of an office setting, and to ask you to be his lover, and actually to ask you for marriage. Her poor back.

Most of the planning is due to her, be it the restaurant reservation or the little speech, now the only detail left was the ring. What she didn't expect was that as soon as she asked your preference he would be stiff as a stick and rain started outside.

Let's spend another hour trying to tell the big dragon that not being sure about it isn't a sin nor is he a crappy boyfriend

Diluc

He is sure he knows, he bought you many rings and earrings with that metal but he would rather make sure you love it than let his newly acquired fear that he might make a mistake choosing metals keep him up at night.

he snoops around the porcelain box in the vanity filled with necklaces and rings just to confirm. Maybe three or four times, just in case

No, in their eyes gold and silver jewelry is the exact same. Has to go change the ring last moment

Itto

For him the ring itself isn't that important so he would propose with a pop ring if it happened, but after saving for so long he manages to buy a modest ring his granny and Shinobu approved of.

If it isn't your color you could change it and he wouldn't notice until he puts your wedding band, and anyway he is doubting himself because he isn't really sure

Zhongli

He understands that when choosing clothes for someone their aesthetics and likings should come first but honestly when he starts planning the best engagement ring he forgot that little detail, too focused on having cor lapis for a good luck omen or a tiny engraved flower that represent undying love.

Just forgive him this once. If it makes you feel better the ring itself is both silver and gold intertwined so he is about 50% right?

mf does a color analysis on you to see which is better before the idea of checking your other jewelry

Kaveh

Even if he doesn't have a lot of money, he keeps a stylish and clean appearance and that extends to you, essentially playing dress up with you, layering fabrics of different weight and color, playing with different region’s styles, so when he starts dragging you to try jewelry it wasn't strange.

Even if he gets it wrong he defends himself saying that it's the most flattering on you

Albedo

He might not be too interested in fashion matters but he heard you talk about seasonal colors and undertones and, after a 3 week long intensive exam, he came to the conclusion.

By the time he has the ring he figured he could have just asked you.

What you two found on an adventure is now your engagement ring

Beidou

The idea to propose only came to her mind when her crew was digging around a treasure they found at sea, the pearls, golden coins and different gems spilled over the floor, one of her crew grabbed a showy ring and acted as if he was proposing to his friend.

That caused her to howl at them while laughing “ Getting married before your capitan? Aren't you two gutsy?” And she chugs her beer. Next morning as they arrive to voyage and she stands close to you her whole crew starts whistling and yelling to show them the ring.

Bennett

(he is doing his best)

His dads often tease him about getting big and already having a lover. Even as he tries to escape his embarrassment he gets trapped in the arms of his fathers and told stories of their youth.

When one of them mentions proposing to his late wife with a ring he found in a chest, it particularly stuck with him, when you ask them why bennett has been adventuring so much lately they just smile as if it was an inner joke.

Honorable mentions

Wanderer

Be it the teachers of his classes, classmates, the dancers of the grand bazaar or even lesser lord kusanali everyone wore golden jewelry or accessories, EVEN HIMSELF! Don't blame him too much when if he defaults to gold for anything

Alhaitham

He proposes to your privately and the next morning he takes you ring shopping to make sure you love it and can make adjustments for your ring size and add or take away anything that isn't quite perfect in your eyes before the announcement to your friends.

Insist it's because he wanted this to be a bonding moment but you got the lightest idea he just didn't want to risk it being wrong