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(For you confused peeps, start from the bottom where I said who the characters are)   
             “Ditto.” I murmured back, and he snorted.
             I pushed my face to his chest, under his chin. He started humming quietly. We stayed like that for a while.
             Together.
             Finally.
          
          
          
          
             
          
             And then I woke up.

We stayed like that for a minute. And then he softly nuzzled my cheek with his short snout, and I could feel his tail twine around my leg in that way he often did.
             And then he let go, backing up slowly.
            “There’s… one more thing I wanted to say tonight. I…”
             His voice cracked, and he paused, taking a step away, watching me before closing his eyes.
             And then he got on one knee.
             His tail reached into his pocket and pulled out a small box.
             “Cher… my huntress…”
             He opened the little box, slowly holding it out to me with his tail.
             “Will… will you marry me?”
          
          Dead silence.
             I followed his gesture cautiously, getting on one knee and holding a hand out, cupping the tiny box. The slack on his tail curled around my finger.
             I looked at him. Just him. The world disappeared. He looked… terrified. As he gazed into me just as I gazed into him, the fear in his eyes faded, replaced with something that made my core swell.
             Love.
             “Yeah, I think you know the answer.”
              He whispered something so quietly I couldn’t hear it, but I knew what it was. I cocked my head to the side, maybe or maybe not teasing him a little.
            “Yes. I’ll marry you. In every universe, in every world.”
             His eyes crinkled. He took the box in his hands and took out the ring, and that’s when I realized something.
             It was pure steel.
             “Y’know, it’s the leftover steel from that upgrade I put on your spear.” He whispered, his voice a little choked up from held back tears.
             He slipped it onto my finger and I looked at it for a moment, waiting for him to put the box away.
             As soon as he did, I yelled, “aw, I can’t take this anymore!” And threw myself at him, tackling him to the ground. 
             He laughed, and I laughed with him. His tail twined around my arm, and I cupped his cheek with my hand.
             “I love you more than anything in this world.” He whispered.

Later…
             I grumbled, annoyed, as F lead me through the building with a blindfold over my eyes.
             “You know that I really don’t like this, right? You’re freaking me out. What is happening??” I said.
             “You’ll find out soon enough.” Was all he said.
             And then we were suddenly outside, and flying.
             I let out a yelp and almost threw out my own wings, but he chuckled and said, “no need, I got you, Cherry.”
             “I told you not to call me that…” I muttered, but I trusted him, trying to make my face not burn off.
             We landed, and he slowly lifted the blindfold off my face.
             I gasped. Holy crap, he’d turned the roof of the base into something that looked like it came out of a freaking fairy tale. I don’t even know how to describe it. Flowers, plants, little trees, those light bugs I loved. 
             Everything I loved, although the thing I loved most was behind me.
             I turned towards him slowly, genuinely trying not to cry. He smiled bashfully, and for a moment we gazed into each other’s eyes.
             Eventually, he broke the silence, holding out a hand. “Cherilleene…” 
             I tensed at my full name, opening my mouth for a retort, but he settled a finger over my mouth, silencing anything I was about to say.
             “May I have this dance?”
             All my annoyances fell away, and I smiled. “Sure, dork.” I murmured, taking his hand.
             Out of nowhere, soft music began to play. As we slow danced, I glanced over to see (very much to my surprise) that Uzi was playing the freaking piano, and singing softly into a mic. When she caught my glance she grinned demonically straight at me and I looked away quickly.  
                After about a minute, the music began to speed up. Like I always did, I slowly felt myself being lost in the dance, the music, and, most of all, him. The dance began to follow the music, becoming more aggressive, then softer, slower, gentler, and then powerful and great.

F seemed weirdly nervous today. He kept shifting his feet, his fiery orange eyes flicking around the room as if he wanted to escape, and his tail was twitching and flicking so much I ended up stomping on it.
             He let out a yelp when I did it. “What?? What, what is it?!” 
             I gave him a look. “Dude. You’re all fidgety and you look like you’re going to jump to the moon if an ember even looks at you the wrong way.”
             He jumped at the word ember, proving my point, and I snorted. “W-who said anything about f-fire?” He stammered. 
             “I did. What’s all the fuss about?”
             He looked away. “Nothin…”
             A lie. I sensed it, and in cases like this, that meant that what it was meant everything.
             I turned in my chair to face him, looking directly into his eyes, which widened and I felt his tail slide against my leg, which wasn’t helping me focus.
             “You’re nervous. What the hell is going on?”
             He fumbled for words. He knew I could sense a lie. 
             “I- I uh…” he trailed off.
             I tilted my head. Now I was concerned and a little frustrated. My brow creased and I opened my mouth to speak.
             And then Uzi burst into the room, breathing hard. 
             “What the hell is going on today?!” I said, highly alarmed and feeling very confused and in the dark.
             “I need…” Uzi gasped for the air she needed to speak, obviously out of breath. “You… for… uh…”
             I saw F’s expression go from alarm to panic out of the corner of my eye. He made a go on gesture with his hands but stopped when he saw me looking and smiled guiltily.
             Uzi finally caught her breath. “I need you for something. Can you come with me?”
             I rolled my eyes, but I stood up. “Sure thing, boss.” I muttered.
             I turned to F. “You and me aren’t done yet. I’m gonna grill you on this later, you hear me?” 
             I began to turn, my tail whisking annoyedly behind me, and I saw him throw Uzi a, “Help me!” look. She shrugged in response.
             “C’mon.”

Alright! So uhhhh there was a tie between MD and DW so I’m just gonna do my favorite oc Md ship, Huntflame! I’ll send the little writing I did (may have to do it in parts due to the stupid character limit) but first here are the ocs!
          Cheril is a modified worker drone. She was born a worker and modified her own body. In my au, she’s known across the galaxy for her profession of hunting disassembly drones. She has the boots of a male DD and has shield like wings to counter the bladed wings of a DD. Her tail is kinda like a three pointed sharp gripper that can blast hundreds of volts into the body of anything she stabs. She also kinda shares a mental system/code with three sentinels, and can speak in the coded language sentinels speak and has the same eye color. She originally did this with them when they were destroyed and tried to take control of them, but the experiment went a little haywire. She calls them Slasher, Stalker, and Ravage.
          Serial Designation F has a somewhat defective cooling unit in his body; it keeps him cool and he can go out in the sunlight, but fighting for too long or powerful emotions can short circuit this system and kinda cause him to have a panic attack. He was turned into a DD by the humans and used as an experimental guinea pig, all while he was conscious. He has a bit of a snout and a powerful sense of smell, as well as short horns and feet that can morph more or less into the talons of a bird of prey. His tail is also twice as long and prehensile, and his wings are more like a wyvern’s and can be used as legs as well as wings. He has fire red eyes, and pyrophobia, and thermophobia. 
          Alr I’ll post the little story for them in pieces now >:3

I have about ten minutes until my hot glue gun heats up. What should I do?

Question sorry I have not been around for that long,but do you have a yt channel already or are you planing on making one? :3

Alright. I feel bad that the seven of you are here and I’m don’t have anything to give, so what I’m gonna do is I’m gonna have a little vote for a 2k character long (I hate this) fanfic with my ocs. You can only vote for one of each category.
          1. MHA, MD, DS (KNY), DW, COS (yes I have creatures of Sonaria ocs, it’s complicated)
          2. Angst (ship or no), smut (don’t make me but I can if you absolutely want me to), innocent love, confessions of backstory, just chatting/chilling, your idea
          3. (If ship) Cheril x F (MD), X x C (MD), Q x Fae (MD), Reiko x Nakidori (MHA), Kibo x Grace (MHA), Drecho x The Cursed Guardian (DW)
          I will fill you in on who they are based on who you vote. You have uhhh 2 days >:3

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So uh… my first time doing stuff like this… anyone here an artist? Cause uhhh I’m struggling to make this dragon that I was originally really excited about making, but I keep messing it up… and in front of the two people I’m trying to teach. I’m not very good at coping because I actually have a good life, so I feel like I’m overreacting… which really sucks. I hate messing up things I love doing and every time I mess up a tiny part I want to make a poem thing (because for some reason making them is fun for me idk why) about every single negative thing about me… help. Alright I’m talking too much… any tips on how the hell im supposed to NOT be a perfectionist at everything I do? Because I’m a perfectionist with everything I do.