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New chapter finally!!!

Now I really need to start this Jefffffffest thing.

#b writes fic sometimes #i HAVE started #but not a lot

keeep an eye out for my debut album dropping probably never!!!!!!!

#I am working on it.#I have started #⠀🌎 ⠀the daily planet

If you aren’t following me on Twitter, here’s your update that some shenanigans are abrewing

#I have started #and all I can say rn is that it’s a cursed image 😂#y’all have to recall my semi-realistic style when I draw The Boys characters….#I will come bearing the fruits of my labor in 1-2 weeks (minimum)#I WILL have to say this is good human anatomy practice 🤣#yeah so you’re gonna see a spicy HL in lingerie full bussy out (/jk but not jk about his schlong)#the reason why I chose this was bc it was an advert on my Twitter tl & it said ‘body cage lingerie with dangling stars’#and I didn’t think it’d reach 100 likes this fast 🤣 or even at all (I should’ve made it 500 likes lmao but I am a woman of my word)#might post a WIP sneak peek this wk but we’ll see

You HUMILIATE Dent?? You betray Dent like he's a fool? Pain for the Bat, pain for the Bat for one thousand years!

#dcposting #robin year one #alas #i have started #harvey dent #batman #bruce wayne

For the 10 minutes fic 12) fireplace + 16) blankets please 🥺Idk I just want cuddles and happiness for them 🥺

-Isabella🦋

yes please, give me cuddling, happy mayward.

Fireplace || Blanket

Pope never expected to have a fireplace in his house. The crackle of the fire inside had always been a kook privilege. The mantle decorated with expensive goods and wood stacked inside, normally just there for decoration.

The Pogues always had fires outside, warming them from the cold bitter air, warming them in times when the night got too cold and the heat didn’t work (a common occurrence at the Chateau). The four of them would grab a pile of blankets, curl up next to a roaring fire and huddle around sucking up each other’s warmth.

When they get a place of their own (Pope still can’t help the goofy smile that pulls up his lips when he thinks about their own place), he’s surprised when a small fireplace sits in the living area. He instantly hears the cranky of the fire, remembers curling up with the pogues, huddled from the cold. He thinks about a time before him and JJ where him and JJ and he used to take that opportunity to curl close to the boy he liked without having to worry because it was only for the cold.

They have to get that place.

It’s how he finds himself arranging wood into a neat pile, the small pieces on the bottom to light the pile. The mantle is adorned with pictures of the Pogues and his family. The middle photo is one of them smiling, a young girl held between them, eyes bright but oh so nerves in their first moments together. The photo on the wall, a gift from his mother, is a larger photo of their wedding, dancing together on the floor, eyes filled with love, unable to look away from each other.

Pope returns to the small couch, smiling when JJ pulls back the blanket, arm across the couch falling over Pope’s shoulder when he settles himself next to the other, thumb brushing back and forth over his t-shirt.

The sudden shift in weight has him adjusting, arms moving to wrap around the little girl that had slipped from JJ’s lap to his own, fingers still wrapped around the fingers of JJ’s other hand, bright smile on his face as she rambles about her day at school.

The fire crackles away in the background as JJ answers each question directed at him, commenting on little details in their daughter’s story. Pope can’t take his eyes off them, chest warm with love and adoration.