#ch 90

[angelcakes89]

currently obsessing over these two🤭 the way nora looks at her he’s so IN LOVE UGH I CANTTT ANYMORE-

[imberlae]

[carlyxtalessdo]

i am obsessed with this. sable knows that he likes abigail, may even be aware that his feelings for her are different than they would be for a friend, but he's convinced himself that it can't be romantic love. it just cannot. because the love he's seen is cheap and greedy and disloyal and completely different from what he feels for bibi so,,, it can't be romantic love.

i've mentioned before how important abigail has become for sable purely from a platonic standpoint and you can even see it in this conversation when veritus asks him whether he likes (which i am curious about the wording there but i'll have to check the og text first) and sable immediately say that yes, yes of course he likes her, bibi is family, how can he not?

so it's clear he knows bibi is important to him at a very high level, but the question is whether he only feels so strongly for her because she's part of his family... or if his feelings are turning to a different direction.

and sable thinks they can't be. they can't be romantic too because what he feels isn't like everything he's seen before. they're stronger and deeper and steadfast than what he's known his entire life.

just!! the thought of him growing up seeing the romantic love that the people around him show to each other, believing that's all love has to offer and then coming to love bibi romantically and being disappointed in himself for feeling like that because obviously bibi deserves better. she deserves to be trusted and respected and cherished. so he can't feel like that because he wants to give her something better.

and the highest regard he can offer her is to be his chosen family because that's the best relationship he's had up until right then. because that's what bibi became for him.

i am. chewing him. lovingly <3

[onepieceanimals]

The seagull themed punctuation marks in this cover arc are everything

[everyrocklee]

[everyonehappy]

[sunflowercider]

[everycanute]

[david-tennant-in-chairs]

Old habits die hard

1998 (age 27) and 2024 (age 53)

[ruporas]

chapter 90 vash

[shizukais]

[kikyocaps]

[imberlae]

[hanasnx]

MINORS DNI 18+

“I don’t like it.” you muse, scrunching your nose as you uneasily stroke it with your fingertips. HAYDEN CHRISTENSEN catches you around the wrist, gently leading your hand away from his mustache.

“Well, lucky for you, it’s almost gone.” he assures, stroking your skin with his thumb. He’d been working on his latest project which required that he not shave, and it was jarring to say the least. You still haven’t gotten used to the look of it on your usually clean-shaven partner. It’s not that it offends you, or disgusts you in the slightest, merely unnatural. The film is close to completion, which means it won’t be here for much longer. You tilt your head at it, and when he leans in for a kiss you turn your cheek. He idles, and scoffs. Understandably taken aback. “Really? Still?”

“I don’t like the feeling of it on my upper lip.” you insist, and with a sigh he plants the peck on your upper cheek. Those soft and plump lips make you yearn a bit, clutching a little tighter onto the front of his coat. The familiar feeling of your cling signals him to linger, letting his breath wash over you as he places another, an arm winding around your torso to press your body to his. This kiss is sweeter, longer, deliberate.

It breaks, but his lips brush your skin. “I miss kissing you.” he says softly, an edge of defeat to it. The ends of the firmer hairs graze you as he speaks. He knows you have a sensory issue, and you’ve complained about a rug-burn-like sensation stinging your sensitive skin inexperienced in dealing with facial hair scraping against it carelessly. Tentatively, you face him, meeting his hooded gaze.

Peering up at him like this, seeing as he towers over you, you chew your lower lip while you deliberate over whether or not you should ask this. “You could… keep kissing me.” you suggest, and when he accepts the request he leans forward again. You’re quick to interrupt him, “I mean- somewhere else.”

Having successfully lured him into bed with you, you’re quick to shove his head between your legs, tangling your fingers in his darkened hair as you lift your hips. Eager lips latch onto your folds to scoop his tongue through your slit, tracing your lines with spit before dipping in. Your grateful hole loosens for his entry, his experienced tongue sinking in to devour all you have to offer.

Your hand slides to the back of his head, pushing it down to grind on it. Wet pussy ruts on his face, and the new sensation of hair scrapes against the sensitive tissue every so often. It feels… good in a way. It’s foreign, but you chase it anyways.

“Tastes so fucking good, baby.” he groans, his low voice reverberating through you, “You like humping my face?” You let out a whimper, tensing from his dirty talk which in turn draws him closer. Not that he cares about suffocating, in fact he’s enthusiastic about using his breathing holes to get you off. He moans as his lips enclose around your clit, massaging it between the velvety skin with a light suck. Facial hair grazes your vulva with a pleasant scrape, and the rock in your hips intensifies. Encouraging you, he hums excited “mhm”s, letting you twist your fingers into his hair at a near painful degree just to follow your orgasm. He parts his lips, the warm wetness of it imbibing as much of your tissue as it’ll allow, and his tongue flicks your clit around. Tremors pass through your body, nearing its limit as he peers at you from over your writhing form. He digs his face in, shaking it to swipe the flat of his tongue side-to-side against your bud, and you cry out. His mustache scratches your mound, but you don’t care, riding his mouth until you finish, soaking that facial hair with your cream.

“See?” His tongue rolls between his lips, tasting you with a proud smile. “S’not so bad.”

[youuuimeanmee]

Am I the only one who's tripping? Could it be this new character, Sigmund, really used to be a spy, a militaire, or some kind of secret agent in his prime?

I lost it when Sigmund bought flowers without Yor even noticing. Is he skilled enough to sneak behind Yor who's an elite assassin?? Just like how Yor sneaked behind Twillight, an elite spy?

When I look back, the places he brought Yor and Anya are also strange. Like,

a mafia branch office, of all places??

The waffle stall and flower shop are sus too, because we've seen WISE agents shared their intels using similar methods.

It's like his feet reflexively brought him to the places he often visited when he was young.

Or maybe it's not Sigmund who used to be an agent, but Barbara?? Like, he nonchalantly walked into dangerous places and he always blame his wife, isn't it sus??

Seeing that Sigmund always mentioned his wife when he walked into the "trap" -- like it's an everyday thing -- and when he entered the mafia office and the flower shop, it got me thinking, maybe Barbara used to be a Garden member? Or maybe I'm stretching it too far.

Now this is just my delulu talking but wouldn't it be crazy if Sigmund and Barbara represented Twillight and Yor's married life in the future? Has Anya acquired another badass family members??

Nah, maybe I'm stretching. It's not impossible he went into those places by pure accidents. I mean, maybe he remembered the places from 40 years ago or smth, which have completely changed since then.

Wow Twillight's skeptic nature is rubbed off on me.

Regardless if they might be badasses or not, I'm happy to see Twillight & Yor got new parent figures, and Anya got new grandparents!

[night-lie]

𝔻𝔼𝔸𝕋ℍ ℕ𝕆𝕋𝔼-tober Day 28: Chess