#WELL I'LL SAY IT AGAIN🗣️🗣️🗣️💥💥

[faceeeeee]

HFFHGDHGDGGF YOU DRAW HANDS SO WELL WHAT- I ran to the nearest piece of paper I had and started scribbling away rgsyfsg

HE NOW LIKES HAVING HIS FUR BRUSHED THAT'S NOW CANON ❗❗🗣️/j also also he's now a sopping wet cat and when he's dried he proofs out (ps: you can see how I slowly learned how to draw Ur design bffjhfsddg)

@faceeeeee Heheheho

Some Xtrasss that’s a hairbrush btw :)

[palebyulsoo]

Rating TF2 mercenaries if they can vogue {aka "can they serve 💅❤️✨?"}

I was gonna put this in my writing blog since I do want to get back into writing but fuck it, WE BALL 👹💥💥‼️This is a stupid thought that's been poking my mind so it's not for seriousness but mostly shits and giggles 😭 I'll be rating from least to best and giving my little explanations.

{Note : This is MYYYYY opinion. I'm still slowly catching up on the TF2 comics so if there's a few things I may get wrong, that's my bad. 😭 I'm in no way a professional in vogue dancing so I'm just going off from what I know in some bits of dancing- Oh and small spoilers ig? Specifically in Snipers, Medic {it's only a photo in a panel of sorts but just making sureee} and Scouts section mayhaps.}

9. 💥Heavy💥

-I'm sorry, I really do love him but Heavy CANNOT vogue. His ass is NOT doing the death drop. 😭

-Ok I'll give him one little bonus point since the kazotsky kick kinda counts in terms of supporting form, I think he'd be able to do at least a duck walk or smth.

-But honestly? With his form in a ballroom?? Idk about that 💀 AGAIN I LOVE HEAVY BUT HE'S N O T SERVING. HE'S GONNA SHAKE THE BALLROOM.

-Unless maybe he practices on voguing moves or smth idk. 4/10

8. 🔧Engineer🔧

-Ehhh..... Not really serving.

-I don't see Engie as the type to vogue, maybe he can do some hand movements here and there {A bit janky too-} or some dances too but voguing? Death drop? Nope. 🧍

-I definitely think that robot hand he has is heavy or smth, there's noooo way the gunslinger is light at all 😭 and with how he works on machines and stuff? Yeah, idk if his form can support in voguing. 🚶‍➡️

-But like I said! Although janky, he could definitely do waacking with his hands if he practiced. And honestly? Waacking with the gunslinger would actually go hard ngl. 4.5/10

7. 🔥Pyro🔥

-Sort of...? Not really?? I don't know what to say with Pyro. :'))

-Like I can kinda see Pyro voguing but at the same time not really. It's like with Engie where I can see them definitely do waacking or maybe a few more moves.

-But you know what, I'll give Pyro a bonus point because it would be cute to see them do waacking or a vogue dance like okkkkk burn the base down with your moves 😫💅‼️

-While I can't fully picture it, I know Pyro can definitely serve and do a dip. 5/10

6. 🦘Sniper🦘

-Originally, I was gonna put Soldier in 6th but then I thought about it.... And changed their rankings 😔 {pls pLS PLS DON'T SNIPE ME AND HEAR ME OUT-}

-I adore Mick sm and he's just so sudxudjdjdj but I gotta put my bias down for a moment. I knowwww I said I'm slowly catching up with the comics but because I joined in late, I actually stumbled upon spoilers by accident 😔😔😔 {Why does this keep HAPPENING TO ME-}

-But I'm gonna let it slide and give bonus points. Why? While I know that Australians in tf2 lore are well, stronk with strength, I don't think they would focus on dance activities or anything when it comes to being stronk.

-And while Mick may not be physically active with his lanky form, I just KNOW he would definitely kill with his moves. Just teach him the catwalk or something and boom, he's serving. 5.7/10

5. 🦅Soldier🦅

-Oh he's serving alright!....By that, I mean "serving 🇺🇸🇺🇸🦅🦅🦅💥💥💥💥‼️‼️‼️‼️", not "serving 💃💅💕✨".

-Listen, when it comes to Soldier, I don't think he wants to vogue and will definitely believe that voguing is for women {classic toxic masculinity-} and the only thing that will actually be close to serving in tf2 is killbinding {and ykw? in my view, the killbinding counts as a death drop if you time it correctly and can be a serve so it honestly applies to the mercenaries too-}

-BUT ☝️🗣️ I like to believe that when he's persuaded or smth, he definitely serves CUNT in CUNTRY. He pulling all the moves, the waacking is waacking, the catwalk being so FIERCE, and the dip bringing the base down!

-He'd definitely be the type to perfect his dances kinda. That's why sometimes this video just reminds me of him, "SCOUT. RUN THE ROUTE AGAIN! DAMMIT! IT'S C U N T-" 7/10

4. 💣Demoman💣

-Oh my fuck Demo would so SLAY THE BASE DOWN. He's only in 4th because of his alcoholism. 😭

-LIKE HAVE YOU SEEN HIS KAZOTSKY KICK TAUNT???????? HIM DANCING WITH BOTH LEGS AND ARMS??????? THAT HAS GOT TO BE THE HARDEST SHIT I'VE SEEEEEN BUT OMG HE DOES IT SO WELL 😫💕💕💕‼️

-Voguing, whether alcohol or not, THAT SCOTTISH MAN CAN SERVE AND YOU CAN'T TELL ME OTHERWISE. Tavish got that form and body support, aughhhh I bet he can pull even the most difficult ass vogue moves.

-Put on "here comes the hurricane legendary katrina" and I just know Tavish? WILL BE CATWALKING AND DEATH DROPPING SO HARD AUGHHJHSHDDG 8/10 {Just rereading my section for Demo really made it clear that I love him so bad actually aaahshdhxhd}

3. 💉Medic💉

-Shout out to that tiktok video of "'Medic my man' ur man is gay" that started this stupid brainrot of ranking and rating mercenaries on vogue btw. {I LITERALLY HAVE THE VIDEO SAVED BUT TUMBLR WON'T LET ME POST IT NOOOOO-}

-Have you seen Medic? Have you seen h i M?? LOOK ME DEAD IN THE EYE AND TELL ME HE CANNOT SERVE.

1. Scout

-I just know Medic is pulling all the N A S T I E S T death drops oh my ggaaawwhddjdx. He would be so precise with waacking and catwalking, it's not even a joke no more. 😭

-Like even with his fit and stuff, he would still know how dance with no problems. He's serving in medical AND military field! 9/10

2. Spy

-This is my bias peaking but hear me out hEAR ME OUT PLSPPSPLSPLSPLS 😭😭☹️☹️☹️😭☹️😭☹️😭

-Spy definitely knows how to dance, especially waltz and tango, but y'know what I bELIEVE IN SPY SERVING CUNT ENERGY! THAT MAN KNOWS HOW TO BALLROOM VOGUE 😫💥💥💥💥💥💥

-Not only does he serve the floor, HE KNOWS HOW TO DRESS THE PART. Listen, Spy? In that one dress???? The black and blue/gold and white????? AHHHHHH HE WOULD SO DANCE IN THAT FIT OH MY GOD {Can you tell I'm obsessed with the idea of Spy in both suits and dresses? I'm legit a sucker for suits and dresses augh.}

-I know I keep bringing up the kazotsky kick taunts as an example for each Merc {because the kazotsky kick focuses on leg form and core strength, which is the same thing for vogue dances-} but have yOU SEEN HIS LEGS??? THEY'RE SO LONG. THAT MAN COULD EVEN STRUT HIS SHIT AND BE A MODEL‼️10/10

-'SCOUT? S C O U T?? WDYM S C O-" Shhhhh hear me out PLEASE P L E A S E, HE CAN SERVE CUNT LIKE HIS DAD I SWEAR 😭😭😭😭😭😭

-His break dance taunt? Him dancing in general?? He's GOT to be flexible as fuck and know some good moves, he got his legs and speed from SPY. S P Y. LONG ASS LEGS.

-But in all seriousness though, I like to think he got his moves from not just Spy but also his ma too. Mostly comes from a small headcanon of mine where Scout's ma knows a lil bit of go go dancing and maybe when Spy wasn't in the picture, his ma taught Scout a few moves. :3

-He got that groove from both his ma AND dad, so Scout knowing how to catwalk? Waacking? DO A DEATH DROP?? OOOOOOH HE KILLIN EM AHHHH. 10/10

{Note : oh mygodddsjx I'm finished fINALLY- anyways, like I said before- This is mostly my opinion and I made this out of shits and giggles, so it's not serious 😭 I might change it up one day though if I doooo change my mind. Anyways, thanks for reading ig 💀💀💀}

[strangeaxel]

I used to paint masterpieces in sai when i was younger now I can't even draw a sketch in my normal style there AAAA idk why I can't, it's like.....my normal style depends on CSP 😭🗣️🗣️🗣️💥💥💥💥💥 blehhhhhh i gotta try againnnnnn I don't wanna use two different programs to draw different things all the time u know

And i also tried doing some reb style art on CSP these days but it simply isn't it, it doesn't work, doesn't feel right, doesn't look right, it just does not work at all. Idk what it is but the brushes SUCK, YES....CSP BRUSHES SUCKING? THATS....NEW TBH, i fucking LOVE Csp brushes they're literally so FUCKING GOOODDDD bc they're like photoshop brushes and shit u know, i love painting there, i love my brushes, my custom brushes, all the settings u can use, all the filters, etc etc but my god it sucks to use it to draw like Reb, idk what settings you gotta use to do so but I'm not seeing how you could get the same SAI look and the same everything. The thing is... Rebornica didn't use SAI when drawing their golden age, nonono, it was photoshop but damn dude I don't want any viruses and idk if i wanna get used to ANOTHER program but yeahhh ............ Im so confused on where i want my normal style to go, i think i gotta study clothes a lot too, I've noticed that great artist have like a fucking biggggggasssssss knowledge on clothing folds and make clothes look good and realistic.

I want my normal art to look realistic, yes, but how much? That's something that I don't know. I get inspired by semi realism but lots of realism too so idk where to go. Masahiro ito is a big inspiration for me but idk how to implement those elements in my art that well, i want my art to look good for me like... I wanna feel like it looks right for me not only for other people which i think it's really the goal of art- to be satisfied with what you have done and if you're not then keep trying.

Here's some inspirations for my normal art, my god i love art so much it makes me insane how much i love this medium, it's literally my life I'm so fucking passionate about art someone, if loving art too much was a crime i would be on the death road i swear.

And so much more jsjsj but that's basically it, i think i should just get up of bed and draw something in my normal style but damn my bed feels so comfortable rn i hate itttttt i hope i can post some of my normal style sometime 😭 i gotta practice drawing my normal style on SAI again + do some anatomy practice again 🙄 it's a fight that you never actually win, ever it seems... Well, at least not now. I've seen some of my old art and it seems like i have a big problem with shoulders-- disgustanggg but I'll try to fix it <\3 and idk...see if i can just do some paintings on SAI and see wth i can do with my style bc idk where to go anymore JAJKAKWKSN or how to do it and make it look right

[carlosfruitsnacks]

WHAT THE ABSOLUTE FUCKING FUCK 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

I'M SCREAMING ON THE TOP OF MY LUNG IDGAF WHO HEARS IT FUCKYSVSSHABARAAAAAAAAA 🗣️🗣️🗣️👊💥👊💥

I REALLY WISH I HAVE A CARLOS MADRIGAL WHO'S WILLING TO HELP ME WITH MY STUPID SCHOOL WORKS AND WOULD SING THE GUITAR FOR ME TOO CALM ME TF DOWN BUT NOOOOO I'M DOING EVERYTHING MYSELF AND THERE'S NO CARLOS MADRIGAL TO EVEN HEAR ME PLAY THE GUITAR LIKE LIFE IS SO FUCKING UNFAIR 🤬🤬🤬

"I'm so proud of you, I hope you know that Y/N"

BAWLING MY FUCKING EYES OUT, ON MY KNEES, SCREAMING. JFC I FEEL SO EMOTIONAL RN I'VE ALWAYS WANTED TO HEAR SOMEONE SAY THAT TO ME +POINTS IF IT'S FROM CARLOS MADRIGAL HUHUHU PUTANGINA WHAT ARE DOING TO ME MIMI WHY IS YOUR WRITING GETTING ME ON MY FUCKING FEELS 😭😭😭😭😭

ALSO @pochi-moochika GET WELL SOON AND I CAN'T WAIT TO PLAY UNO AND BE CHAOTIC WITH YOU AGAIN ON THE DISCORD DW BRUH I'LL SING YOU SONGS TOO IF YOU'RE DOWN WITH IT 😉😘

Proud of You.

pairing: carlos madrigal x fem!reader

genre: fluff

summary: being a graduate student has been the most draining period of youth. you had submissions to do, projects to finish, and even essays to write. having burnout and stress all at once just makes you want to end it all, but luckily for you, you still have one task you've been wanting to achieve, to make carlos madrigal proud of you.

tags: modern high school au, burnt-out reader, mentions of fainting throwing up and academic stress, cursing

note: this is most especially dedicated to @pochi-moochika please ik youre asleep rn but brother pls get well fucking sooner god i miss being chaotic with you *violently sobbing*

As rewarding as it may be, graduating wasn't easy. In order to reach for the top, one must walk up the stairs of progress that comes with numerous tasks and challenges that determines your will to reach the goal. Unfortunately for someone as chill and nonchalant as you, it was weeks of torture and agony prior to the final celebration. 

You were a good student since little now that you think about it. It was just because of the pace of growing up, adulting, pressure to finish what you can't, they all burdened you. To the point where you procrastinate and easily give up. It has been like this for the past few weeks and now you're paying the price.

Graduation is almost 2 weeks away and you are still yet to pass on some of your pending assignments. 

You groaned in exhaustion as your hands made its way to your face, your elbows resting perpendicularly atop the cluttered desk. It was already 2AM and your emails have been pouring non-stop, teachers asking for your progress and waiting for your response. You didn't have the energy to respond to them with what you still didn't have so you simply ignored them. You shut them out and closed your eyes for a few seconds, taking in at least a minute of rest before you're faced with reality again.

Just as you were about to take in the serenity and peace, you were interrupted by a 'ding' sound. A notification from the discord app. You blinked your eyes and sighed to open your laptop and your eyes almost popped out from your sockets to see who messaged you at this hour.

Carlos Madrigal, one of the school officers and if you were to be honest, the one you're attracted to. 

Carlos: hey,, u need help? with yk other tasks and such

You gulped. You've interacted with Carlos before, despite his cold and intimidating look, he was nice to you. Though he never openly showed you care, there were times when you felt it. Unfortunately his cool but lowkey-kind demeanor made you fall down the rabbit hole and you were down bad. So him messaging you at this hour brought you more energy than the commercial drink set by your table.

You: lmao its aight im good.. i think i can do this

Carlos: Y/N, its 2AM and i saw how many things you still need to do 

Carlos: give me some of the modules you still haven't done

Carlos: i'll answer them

Now if you were to be honest, you hate letting others work for you. You had a thing for your ego and it would falter immediately if you shown any ounce of weakness or failure to someone else. In this scenario though, you were desperate. And as much as you hate having let your crush answer your homework for you, there wasn't any other choice available.

You: fine

You: can you answer them here w me

Carlos: sure

And that was how your night of stress took a 180 degree turn. When you saw Carlos join the discord voice call, your heart paced even faster. As if you were palpitating with caffeine but instead of coffee, it was his voice. The sound of his microphone and audio transmission on his end made his voice even lower and raspier. He sounded like he was tired but every time you insist on letting him go to bed, he would always stay behind to help you. 

And it went on for many days.

Carlos was the only one who was willing enough to help you with your last minute requirements. It lifted a bunch of weight from your shoulders, but not entirely. Every night you and Carlos would be on vc to answer activities together. Lucky for him he finished it a few days ago so it was easy to help you. You on the other hand, felt like you were burdening him but never got the chance to tell him so. 

It went on for a few more days and you were finally done with your lacking projects. Carlos and you got even more closer than before to the point of sleep calling and pet names. You finally got to know more about him during these times of stress. You found out that you two loved horror movies, Carlos would often share his screen to watch a movie with you even. You also found his way of affection quite, unique? He would cover it up with insults and if ever he gets soft, he would instantly claim it as a joke and call it cringe. It was his thing and it made you adore him even more knowing that he genuinely tries.

Tonight was the night before the two of your graduation. Carlos wasn't nervous, he was ready. But you however, you were jittery and nervous, and Carlos can tell. Right now on vc, he made sure that he wants to make you feel better and calm for at least a small amount.

You turned your camera on the same time Carlos turned his. He was on his desk, seeming to be writing something while you were leaning on your right palm, staring at your hands trembling from nervousness.

"You see this shit? It's involuntarily shaking like a damn chihuahua" You trailed off, showing your hand to the camera. Carlos looked at it and slightly widened his eyes.

"You're really nervous huh?"

"Yeah." You put down your hand and looked at the walls of your room. "Sometimes I hate my hands, they always snitch on me when I'm anxious. They also look weird" 

"No they don't." You saw Carlos standing up from his chair to walk off-cam. 

"They do"

"I'll prove you wrong" You heard Carlos' voice from his mic, it seemed like he was far away. 

"And how will you change my mind?"

"I'll hold your hand to let you see how you should love them like I do" 

When Carlos said those words, you almost dropped your head down to the desk. You were taken aback from his bold move and your eyes widened. Impulsively, you muted yourself and hid your face from the camera as you ducked down to your desk and squealed. 

You stayed in that state for a couple of seconds until you heard clattering of objects from Carlos' mic that made you look up. He was on his way back to his chair but he brought along a guitar with him. You unmuted yourself and showed your face back to the camera but it was more red as it used to be. Carlos then asked you a question that made your entire night even more heart fluttering.

"Send me your favorite song, I'll try to sing it"

—

D-Day.

It was graduation day. You were all dolled up by your family. You wore a pretty dress and your hair was neatly styled ready for pictorials and whatnot. When you arrived at the venue, you haven't seen Carlos yet so you sit on your seat waiting for preparations to take place.

While you were gazing at the decorations for the stage, you felt someone tap your shoulder. You turned back and saw Carlos and instinctively, you threw yourself to his arms. He caught you with ease and embraced you even tighter while chuckling.

"You ready?" Carlos asked as he pulled away from the hug, careful not to mess your hair. When you nodded back to him, he smiled and bid you a temporary goodbye as the program began to start.

Nervousness filled your body. You shivered and your legs were bouncing the more names get called and the more it gets closer to yours. Carlos was in a different class however so he was called first. He looked so good it made you lose all your anxiety in just seconds. The way he walks coolly towards the stage and received his diploma with a half-lidded smirk, it made you swoon. For a second you swore you saw him glance at your eyes and gave you a small wink, making you lose your composure. You covered your face by hiding to the person in front of you.

By the time your turn comes, you almost looked like there was no more blood pumping in your body. It all seemed like a blur as you walked up to the stage, faced the bright light covering the audience and took your diploma. You smiled at the camera and almost ran down the stairs to exit. On the way to your seat you met Carlos and this time, he was the one to storm in your way to give you a tight embrace. 

"I'm so proud of you!" He yelled, combatting the loud speakers and music. You laughed and buried your face in his chest.

"Couldn't have made it this far without you, Carlos" You were about to call yourself insane and delusional when you felt a pair of lips lightly kiss the crown of your head. 

—

After the ceremony, Carlos insisted he takes you out to celebrate. He takes you out to your favorite restaurant for lunch and decides to spoil you by paying for it all. It made you flattered seeing how he went all the way just to be with you. As much as he tried denying that it was a date, you couldn't help but feel like it was. 

Carlos spent the rest of the afternoon with you. After lunch the realization of your success finally sinks in and it gives you, mixed emotions? You were happy that you managed to graduate but now looking back at it, you did poorly on some of the tasks and you regretted it. You regret how you procrastinated your way to the end of the semester and even brought Carlos into it. He noticed your change in demeanor and insisted he takes you home to rest. 

When you arrived home, you felt weak, drained, tired. It was as if the moments of you suffering in pain has sunk in harder now. The times where you were overworked made you nauseous.

You also had your image to keep, and being weak in front of Carlos wasn't something you wanted to show. As much as you hated letting him see you so unwell and tired, he still insisted he helps you. When you threw-up he held your hair, when you were on the verge of fainting he carried you all the way to your room, and when your head was spinning in pain he scourged through the medicine cabinets to give to you. Soon enough you felt somewhat better, but not too much. 

"Carlos?"

"Yeah?"

"Can you stay here?" 

"Sure" 

Carlos slowly walked towards the edge of your bed. When he saw that you moved to the side to make space for him, he slowly joined you. 

"Can I hug you?" "You don't have to ask, Y/N"

And just like that, you felt warmth and comfort in his arms. Carlos hugged you gently, whispering soft tunes to soothe your mind. You moved to a more comfortable position and plopped yourself on top of him as you laid your head on his chest, feeling the loud pounding of Carlos' heart. He tried to look away but his eyes were stuck on you. Carlos reached out for a make-up wipe on your bed side table and slowly lifted your head to meet his as he carefully removes your make-up. It didn't take long for you to melt to his touch as the product felt cool on your skin and the weight of the cosmetics making you feel more light and free. 

"You okay now?" Carlos softly whispered, wiping the underside of your eyes. His smile slightly faltered at the sight of your eyebags. 

"A little. I still feel sick, sorry"

"Don't be sorry, you did nothing wrong" 

"I did" You whispered and furrowed your eyebrows. "I got you to do shit for me, I messed up while walking, I- ugh"

"Hey, look at me." Carlos called you, he traces your jaw to make you look at him. 

"I'm proud of you no matter what. I'm always fine helping you and you know that. You suffered through much and I'll still be with you from then on, okay?"

You closed your eyes and face-planted yourself to his chest. You can feel the vibration coming from Carlos lightly chuckling at you. While you were at your spaced out thoughts, you felt fingers make its way to your hand. In the spur of the moment, you felt Carlos intertwine his fingers against yours, his thumb lightly brushing near the back of your palm. You suddenly remembered your old conversation with him about your hands, flustered at the thought of him staying true to his word. His other hand left your hair as it travelled to your temples, gently massaging them. Carlos hummed a small tune in hopes to relax you.

It did. 

It was as if time has slowed down. You were afraid to let this moment end, when you're met with reality and all of the burdens that came along with it. Now, you focused on the present. You were safe and sound in his embrace, and you couldn't ask for a better place to spend eternity in. 

Before you were about to doze off to dreamland, you heard Carlos mumble those words you've been longing to hear ever since. 

"I'm so proud of you, I hope you know that Y/N"

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