#happy new year anon!

[risingsoleil]

Okay so… I was rereading the other side of heaven and I had a thought 👉🏼👈🏼

Lin shrugged. “Fine with me. I’m sure your father will be elated to have two of us sleeping with him.” 

What if… we get a scene of this…

Note: Canon Lin is written in italics

Tenzin feels like his entire life is complete and he could die without any regrets, including from legacy.

Both of his Lins in the same bed with him? Divine. Ethereal. Earth-shattering.

This might be one of the greatest nights he'll ever have.

They're both already naked as he lays on his back. Tenzin is instantly studying the physical differences between the two, and his dick is painfully rock hard.

They push him back, his wife capturing his mouth in a deep, sensual kiss with her tongue swirling with his. Meanwhile Lin squeezes his cock with her breasts, stroking and massaging him. Her tongue lightly licks the tip of his head and Tenzin is already dizzy from their simultaneous work.

Suddenly, they stop.

His wife straddles his face and lowers her core right onto his mouth, the weight of her body practically suffocating him. But he doesn't mind.

Then, he feels a hot tightness slowly descending and surrounding his dick and Tenzin squirms beneath Lin. He anchors his hands into her ass as she grinds steadily against his tongue. The movement stirs more of her desire and arousal to spill right into his mouth.

With Lin and Lin facing each other, they lean together until meeting into their own hot makeout session.

Lin bounces harder on Tenzin, her moans crashing into her alternate self's mouth. Her hips sway in a circle and Tenzin wants to scream that he's ready to nut right there. She clenches her inner walls deliberately and Tenzin's hips jerk up.

his tongue pushes harder into Lin's clit, and finally he sucks on it. Lin's voice dies in her throat as she bows slightly with the orgasm dominating her senses.

Then he feels the pleasure coiling in his core, his wife raises herself off of his face. His vision is blurring and stars twinkle in all corners of his sight. Lin leans forward until her body is flush against him, her breasts pressed along his chest. She licks at Lin's orgasm on his lips and bites his lower lip, triggering the last of his restraint and pleasure to overflow into her womb.

Tenzin's voice is a mixture of moans, cries, whimpers, growls, grunts. At some point, it almost sounds boyish and both of his Lins smile slyly.

Before he can recover from having the one of the most intense orgasms ever, their nails dig into his chest.

"We're not done yet, Airhead."

[meekmedea]

Snowcote crumbs 🤲🥺

With New Years coming up, imagining them at a NYE party.

In the days leading up to the party, he overhears his classmates about various superstitions/beliefs (ie. the grapes, no cleaning on New Years...). The one he's interested in is about kissing someone at midnight.

What he miscalculates is how popular the both of them are. There's a lot of people hoping to be the one beside Clemmie during the countdown, just as there are hoping to be beside him.

Sort of seeing him suffering a few mishaps at that party: someone spills a little wine on him, Felix's presence, his shoes get stepped on, had to make small talk with the most boring person alive. Everyone time he tries to approach Clemmie, someone or something is in the way.

And just as the countdown is about to begin, to his horror, he can't find her anywhere. Not wanting to kiss the one girl that's been tailing him all night, he decides no midnight kiss is better a kiss with that one.

He WILL hide out in an empty room if that's what it takes. This is when he stumbles into Clemmie.

"They say it's good luck to be kissed at midnight."

"Do they now?" he says, hoping his tone came off as nonchalant, and not overly hopeful.

"Or at least that's how the tradition go."

`

How casual she'd seemed. Did she not know the effect she had on him?

But he didn't waste his breath on such a question - not when he could hear the countdown begin from the ballroom.

He couldn't squander this opportunity.

`

"Then who are we to flout tradition?"

A smile bloomed on her face. "Who indeed."

[the-bjd-community-confess]

i know this probably wont go up in time, but happy new year to everyone! this community can be crazy at times but i wouldnt trade it for anything! extra happy new year to the mod! Also to a certain bjd vtuber that reads this blog when they KNOW they shouldnt: pls make more videos~

~Anonymous

[limeade-l3sbian]

Now that we are entering a new year, people are obviously making a lot of new year’s resolutions. So on the topic of that, without it having to be specifically about new year’s resolutions, but simply goals in general, how do you personally stay focused on your goals? I’m someone who gives up super easily so if you or any of your followers have good advice or tricks to not do so, i’d appreciate it so much.

I’m very much a “oh i’m not good at this immediately/this wasn’t that easy in the first few tries, let me give up completely” type of person. It’s hindered me my whole life. I’m also very easily distracted/out of sight out of mind person so if it isn’t the former, it’s the latter ruining my chance of ever completing stuff i want to.

Sorry for the long ask and I hope your eve and the new year treats you and everyone else kindly!💜

Oh, yeah, I'm terrible at it. Include me in this query, lol.

[codename-adler]

Hi! I saw your tags on the fic ask and this is the one!! I found it yay! https://archiveofourown.org/works/22298107 It's called "We Grow Apart, Up, Together and Again" by Kivan

THANK YOUUUU🙏🙏🙏

[scooterpengie]

shadow of the sith has young ben moments

👀 don't tempt me...

(I'll look that up thanks!)

[vyoongi]

hi! what if you write something where geta is just so jealous of dondus?

Hi! Ooo jealousy, can add such an interesting layer to Geta’s character 🤭 I’ll definitely have fun exploring that dynamic. Thanks for the prompt!

[floccinaucinihilipilificationa]

Hey hey hey may 31th anon! How's 2024 going? ☆ヾ(*´▽｀)ﾉ This year I have for you a leaked Sherlock season 5 image. Thinking of you!! And everyone!!

[tumbler-polls]

Happy New Year 2015 🥳

[springheatedwine]

(There is no pressure on making this request if you're not comfortable or don't have the time/motivation for it) Can I make a request for a reader who's going through a bad patch with their best friend who's slowly replacing them with someone else, and it's obvious that they'll be having a fallout, so Veritas comforts them and reassure them about it?

[800db-cloud]

Do you have any headcanon on Polite Spy?

(your art are amazing btw, I love the shape and coloring, really funky)

THANK YOU SO MUCH !!! i actually got a few requests to see my Polite, so I wanted to dish him out as soon as i could >:)

[sakasakiii]

Every time I see your art it makes my day brighter. Glad to hear you're doing well!

hi hi hello!!!! thanks for checking in, anons, and for the kind words!!! im doing great, though im predicting ill be a bit busy in the weeks to come, so i hope you wont mind me if i slowly slink back into posting less and less OTL I've still got a few proper pieces to be posted per my usual time, but im gonna do my best to answer more asks in-between!! anon 1, i hope your day is even brighter than how you made mine when you sent in that ask <333

here's a quick sketch of tyelpe and annatar as requested :D anon 2, im so sorry for taking so long to get to this but im absolutely flattered to hear you like my art!! most of my gallery is filled with the works of artists i study, but its a foreign concept for me to consider that my art is potentially saved in someone else's?!... im not quite sure how to put it to words.... 😭😭thank you again aaarrghhh;;;;;

its been too long since i drew these two so.... redesigned buffer tyelpe finally gets his own piece :D thank you again anons!!! i hope you both have a wonderful rest of your week! ❤️

[genericpuff]

And what a year it's been.

Part of me always feels a little guilty that we're not "further" in the comic than where we are now, and that maybe it's going to take me longer than I had hoped to finish this story. But I try not to focus on those doubts too much, because they distract from the wonderful things we've gained over the last year. I can confidently say that the art in Rekindled is the best it's ever been, thanks to the efforts that Banshriek and I have made, both big and small, to make every episode count. And as for the story, well... you all know I've always got exciting stuff up my sleeve , and that isn't changing as we barge headfirst into 2025 ;3

All that said, looking back on the episodes from the past year has really put into perspective that while 2024 came with its own challenges and lows, there are still lots of things to be thankful for, and getting to make this comic is absolutely one of them.

And if getting to the end takes a little longer than I had planned, that's not a bad thing. It's just more time to spend with all of you wonderful people (っ˘▽˘)(˘▽˘)˘▽˘ς)

[an-albino-pinetree]

I’m gonna post this now, since tonight I’ve been invited to my first ever real party, and won’t be around for any night time celebration! <:]

2024 wasn’t a great year again lol. I didn’t face near the amount of hardship I did in 2023- but, while that year, I was facing severe and scary change, with my family, I spent most of this year feeling stuck. I was tired, and I don’t think I’d properly healed from the year before. All I can really owe to it, was the wonderful people I met on here, and the personal growth I had, in my art and otherwise. However, I have a very good feeling, about 2025, and think some positive changes are in order. It’s time to start moving forward, and taking control of this life of mine again. :]

Happy New Year, and thank you to you all 💚

@sm-baby

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@starryytales

@bat-anon

@etanow

@endomentendo

@serendippertyy

@thescarletnargacuga

@gummy-axolotl

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^ (your support on my posts has been insane, holy crow, thank you so much! ;v;)

[captain-bubble-wrap]

Happy New Year!! Could you possibly do an imagine about kissing Q at midnight? Ty!!

10:43pm. 

Was it really New Year's Eve already? It was incredible how quickly the year had flow. So much had happened between Quinn and yourself; some for the better and worse. Right now, things were bad again. Not between the two of you, but with the team and with his ability to stay healthy. After healing fully from the high-sticking, you thought Quinn was going to get back to his old self, sniping wristers from the blue line and stacking up points for a back-to-back Norris run. Sadly, he was looking at another two to three weeks of off-ice rest, not counting the time off during Christmas. 

Quinn hadn't traveled to Calgary with the rest of the Canucks and you could feel the effects of Quinn not being with his boys while you sat beside him in his living room. He hadn't said a whole lot today, nor had you pressed him for conversation. If he wanted to talk, he knew you were available. Other than that, you had left him alone. However, it was nearing an hour from the new year and you were itching for something to do. 

"Wanna get dressed up and take a walk downtown?" You turned toward him on the sofa, crossing your legs up under you. You weren't sure how your proposition was going to over, but you would remain hopeful nonetheless. 

Quinn sighed deeply, "Not really. I'm not in a 'going out' mood. I'm sorry, sweetheart." He would look up from his phone and give you a sympathetic glance. It was all over his face that he had no interest in leaving his apartment that evening. Normally, you'd share that same sentiment, but New Year's was once a year, and it wasn't often that Quinn was home for the holiday. You just thought that maybe he would want something to get his mind off the raincloud over his head.

You both had watched the game together. He was tense the entire time, like he was on the bench and completely powerless to command this team. Everything was a struggle, but when they had finally tied it up there was some hope that they could still turn it around. Unfortunately, the score would end with a 3-1 Canucks loss and Quinn shaking his head. This was two games without their captain they would lose, and another two points they wouldn't be going home with. 

Leaving him alone with his thoughts and whatever business he was doing on his phone, you tried to keep yourself awake and the collective mood in the apartment from completely going to shit. Watching any kind of movie was out, because you knew his mind would be elsewhere, but what could you do where it wouldn't be back in the arena, replaying plays and fixing errors? You'd pout as you bounced from idea to idea before you felt your stomach grumble. 

"Wanna bake some cookies?"

This would cause him to put his phone down, like it had been the magic words he didn't know he needed to hear. "I'd actually love that."

You'd give him a warm, beaming smile before hopping to your feet and excitedly hurrying to the kitchen. Now, you nervously hoped that you actually had everything needed for cookies! 

"What do you need me to do?" Quinn would ask, looking at you on your tip-toes, going through the cabinet before finally getting up to help you. 

"Can you grab the eggs and butter? We should have enough eggs.... I hope so anyway!" You remarked nervously. 

"Sure," he replied flatly, taking a moment to scan the interior of the fridge. "Anything else?"

"Nope! That's it for the cold stuff, thank you."

"Mhm."

Quinn would shuffle around to the island, taking a seat while you messed about, adding more and more ingredients to the space in front of him. You knew he was trying his hardest to come off as happy, but you knew he was having a hard time. You wouldn't press him to cheer up, and if he had wanted to go back to the living room, leaving you to finish them, it wouldn't have bothered you.

"Sorry I'm not much help," he mumbled, like he had read your mind. 

"What? Oh, you're okay, baby! I'm glad you're here, that's enough!" Your smile had brought a little glimmer to his eyes while he continued to sit and watch. Quinn had been the only boyfriend you had had where just being in the same space with him brought you joy even if you were both doing different things. You could feel him watching you, making you smile more when you had your back to him. The slight squeak of him moving back his chair had been the only indication that he was on the move. 

"What can I do to help?" He would say, snuggling in tightly to your body, making it near impossible to move anywhere. 

You'd take a minute to think of what you could have him do, but you also didn't want to take him out of his comfort zone. 

"Can you just keep doing what you're doing?"

"Just...holding you?"

"Mhm!" You giggled, reaching for the sack of flour and measuring cups, struggling to reach due to Quinn's grasp. "I'm not asking for too much, am I?"

"Not at all. I just feel guilty watching you do everything." His voice was low, and sprinkled with the sound of depression and anguish. You knew that's how he had felt watching the games he couldn't participate in: hopeless and useless. 

"Well, I can't hold myself," you laughed, overlapping your hands on his at your waist. "You're doing a great job."

Quinn would playfully scoff at you giving him a verbal gold star, but deep down, he was so thankful that you didn't ridicule him when he got in these moods. He knew he could be so hard to deal with and the fact that you took every one of them at stride meant so much. Tonight was no different. 

The minutes would tick by quickly as you measured numerous ingredients into varying bowls before finally combining them into one, homogeneous mixture resembling chocolate chip cookie dough. From time-to-time, Quinn would dip a single finger into the dough, and each time you would softly tap him on the hand.

"Baby!"

"Quality control test," Quinn teased.

"You've said that three times now! Don't make yourself sick!"

He would let his arms fall from around your body, when you hinted that you needed to move away from where you had been standing. He seemed to be in a slightly lighter mood, having peppered you with delicate kisses the whole time you worked. How you loved having him home with you, just doing silly little domestic things like a normal couple did. However, having a partner like Quinn, and his profession, you never took the little things for granted. 

"Okay, fifteen to seventeen minutes," you said, putting the filled pans into the already hot and ready oven. You'd set the timer and walk back to him as he leaned against the counter. Quinn smiled at you, taking your hands in his at his sides. 

"Now we wait?" He asked, blinking slow, like he was fighting sleep despite being awake at this time rather often. 

"Mhm, come on, baby. You look exhausted," you confessed, trying to drag him back towards the direction of the living room. 

"I'm okay. I'm afraid if I sit down I'm going to fall asleep."

You acknowledged the truth in his words before another brilliant idea came to your mind. "Oh! I know! Wait right here, 'kay?"

Regrettably, you'd let go of his hands so you could cross the room and dim the kitchen lights to a low, golden glow. 

"Alexa, play Moonlight Serenade," you'd ask, returning to Quinn's arms. 

"Playing Moonlight Serenade, by Glenn Miller on Amazon Music."

Quickly, the apartment was filled with the crackling of a vintage record recording and the 1940s orchestra that was responsible. It was an easy enough waltz to sway to in the comfort of each other's company, there in the kitchen while the cookies bubbled and baked in the oven. Quinn would smile over your shoulder the whole time, having finally been able to shake off the feelings of failure. 

"Everybody loves somebody sometime~," Dean Martin would croon through the apartment's speakers. "And although my dream was overdue, your love made it well worth waiting for someone like you~

You couldn't help but giggle. It was like the song was saying what you were feeling and Quinn held the same sentiment. Silently, you two would continue to dance together to the love songs of old until the beeping of the timer pulled you apart. You'd both turn to see that the clock also read 12:00. 

"Happy New Year's, baby," Quinn would say first, tipping your chip up towards his awaiting lips. 

"Happy New Year's!" You replied, your lips just hovering next to his. The kiss was long, and sweet and everything you wanted to welcome in the new year with. Neither of you would let the other go for several minutes after, sharing multiple more affections until Quinn reminded you of the cookies.

"I'd really hate for your hard work to go to waste. We can always finish this later," he chuckled, pulling you in for one more heartfelt kiss. 

"Well, we'll have another fifteen to seventeen minutes," you winked, taking the pans out of the oven. "Does that work for you?"

"Oh, absolutely."

[gin-juice-tonic]

This is for a particular anon. I'm sorry few people in your life offline are able to understand and fail to be supportive as a result, but it really is a wonderful thing that you are doing. You have every right to be proud of yourself, as you very well should be. I'm proud of you too.