#almostirrelevant

[pressure-operationrnr]

Had the most VIVID vision that Rafa used to ride his motorcycle a lot while he and Emil were in their "Scream Rip Offs" era

Emil(Astor actor au) belongs to @pressure-operationqna

[pressure-operationrnr]

Inactivity....?

so uhm.

Im going to be traveling a LOT for the next 4 weeks.

(Like different time zone traveling)

So I'm probably not going to be able to draw a lot for a while.....

WHICH MAKES ME RLY SAD ESPECIALLY WITH ALL THE PRESSURE COMMUNITY ASKS/EVENTS GOING ON RN UGHHHHH

BUT DW

I'll try to do as much writing rps as I can

So Pls don't hold back??

I still wanna see everything that's going on so if anyone wants to me to interact with something DONT HESITATE TO TAG ME PLS!!! /gen

Istg I'm going to be writing or trying to draw with whatever free time I get 🙏 (but it probably won't be much I'm sorrrryyyyyy)

DONT FORGET ABOUT MEEEEEEE

[pressure-operationrnr]

Some older Archie x Astor doodles

Astor belongs to @pressure-operationqna

[pressure-operationrnr]

Archie and Allen

TW!!: gun, attempted su*cide

This was just an idea if Archie ever met Allen (unlikely)

+ doodles of Archie and Reve (0 context for u)

Allen and Reve belong to @truthdawn

[pressure-operationrnr]

sleepless.

It was one of those slower nights they both adored. Astor laying quietly below him as Archie drifted off to sleep while subconsciously sliding his fingers up and down his lovers boney sides.

Sleep to Astor was optional. These nights he'd usually take a brief nap, let his mind wander, or even just letting Archie's obnoxious snores keep him awake.

But tonight was different. Tonight he had a question on his mind that kept it awake and racing.

As Astor gently scratched at Archie's scalp he whispers, "... Are you awake, dearest?"

"Mmgh..." Archie's groaned a response before nuzzling into Astor's chest with a nod.

"Awake enough to indulge me a little?" Astor's tone was almost shy but too comfortably cheeky to not get a slightly amused huff out of Archie.

"Always."

Astor thought over his question as they twirled Archie's hair between their fingers. Why did this make him so anxious? It was a simple question. One based off a statement they had told each other so many times before.

Astor's hesitancy made Archie a tad anxious in return. "... what is it, doll?"

"When did you realize you loved me-?" Astor finally blurts out.

Archie stills for a moment. Completely. Before relaxing once more as they slowly sit up so he can get a better look at his love.

"You really want my cornyness to answer that?" A teasing smirk on his face as Archie runs his index finger down Astor's neck.

"... okay then. But I warning you I'm about to get really cheesy." Before Astor can formulate any kind of response Archie leans down and gently takes his lips between their own.

"... Loving you feels so natural. It's like breathing. I didn't even realize what had happened until I stopped and thought about it. It- started off... normal. This platonic curiosity I had for you. Even from the moment I met you you had completely captured my attention. I had to know more."

Archie paused only so he could adjust himself to better reach Astor's neck for more kisses.

"Then.. all those times I took you out to the Raveyard, found you wandering around the facility, listened to you talk about your woes I-... developed this kind of... adoration for you... Your smile, your voice, your sense of humor- is like a God send down here. That curiosity turned into fascination and before I even knew it I-"

Archie hums a small laugh against Astors neck as he speaks.

"Kept getting these overwhelming feelings of.. physical need? I was perfectly content hearing your voice, being in your general presence, and having your eyes on me but then I just- couldn't get the idea of holding your hand out of my head. I know I'm generally very physically affectionate but this felt- different. I knew it wasn't just a casual brush or playful touch I wanted- I wanted more. I could hold you hand and never get bored. Look into your eyes and always find something new. Listen to your voice and hear a new vocal cue. Stare at your lips and watch them curl into a smile and keep wanting to see more of it."

Archie sighs and flops over to lay next to Astor. He stares up at the ceiling for a moment before closing his eyes. Almost out of embarrassment but also to make sure his mind is filled with nothing but the beautiful history he has with Astor. He can't let himself get distracted by the real thing next to him.

"And just like that I had a need for you.. romantic adoration I couldn't shake no matter how hard I tried but it all felt so- normal. Like I could look back at the start and realize I still had those same feelings for you. The feelings of platonic curiosity never went away they just- grew as more feelings stacked on top of them. I love you. In every way I can think of. Always have and always will."

He finally opens his eyes and with a satisfied hum he looks over to Astor. "Does that make any sense-?"

Hehe hi @pressure-operationqna :>

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I said I lost my mind, but I’m exceedingly interested in getting it back. Im starting to get back to my roots, meaning solitude. There’s an ornate beauty in being alone. I want a garden to grow out of my heart, if I can’t be beautiful outside I’ll be stunning inside. I’ll shower the flora with compliments and well wishes. And they will soak in every word I’ve failed to cling to. And then, once they’re in full bloom, I’ll burn it down. I’ll set fire to everything I’ve come accustomed to. I’m not good at holding on to beautiful things and I don’t think they deserve to belong to me. I’ll break myself down, one last time. Come one come all: girl destroys home, dismantling her heart, and wreaking havoc in the lives of the people she loves most. I’ve come to terms with the insanity, it’s eaten me alive. He doesn’t want this. It’s selfish to try and save a flower after you’ve ripped so many of its petals off. He loves me, he loves me not. He loves me, but I don’t deserve to be in love. -s.m.

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I. In one and a half years I’ll be leaving home. I have a hard time falling asleep in my own bed, and soon I won’t come home to my dad anymore. II. I am still not comfortable with the sound of my voice. Part of me wishes I had the courage to keep my mouth shut, always. But I have a tendency of making excuses. III. I’m running out of words to describe his eyes. I like comparing them to the ocean, and the sky. I haven’t gone outside in weeks so Im losing points of reference. IV. I gave up on trying to be comfortable in my own skin. I crave the ability to leave my body and be somewhere else, anywhere else. V. I still hate myself VI. The only reason I haven’t slipped is because for some reason he still wants to hold my hand, at least I think he does. VII. I think I found a boy that who makes me feel whole, but when he’s mad at me he doesn’t correct his spelling mistakes. VIII. I am a spelling mistake. I am the wrong combination of letters that compose a sloppy sentence that will never fit in a book. IX. He is a novel, a poem, a play and a children’s book. He is a jumble of letters that can’t be put in the wrong order. He is the dictionary, he is everything. X. I was never scared of losing myself. I’m long gone, and I have made no efforts to make amends with myself. I’m scared of losing him. I’m consumed by thoughts of a world without him. Without him, I have no words, but he has all the answers. If I were to die tomorrow Id want him to write my eulogy with ease. -s.m. 10

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I still think that you are the entire galaxy I’m spiraling out of orbit part of me wants to believe that you were meant to be mine but that would have required some higher power that we both know you don’t believe in I still think you are the air I breathe I’ve immersed myself in you but now I feel like I’m drowning you are finally free from me cutting all ties you were my rock but maybe I was just holding you back I know that there will be someone else she’ll make you feel like you’re flying I was just setting fire to everything you had one time you talked about some kind of forever but I was only temporary so I’ll move from the passengers seat to the rearview mirror hoping you’ll slam on the breaks and let me back in

-s.m I used to think I was your world