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——NOT AFFILIATED WITH JL OR HIS ESTATE. 18+. ROLEPLAY/PARODY PURPOSES ONLY.
Pinned
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A loving tribute to 𝙅𝙒𝙇.

“If everyone demanded peace instead of another television set, then there’d be 𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐄.”

Any era. 18+, MDNI. Dark/mature themes and strong language. Descriptive/literate portrayal.
/ Remembered this place exists because V*nce joined. I hate it here. Nowhere is safe.
June 19, 2025 at 4:12 PM
“I reckon y’could, but the optics of that ain’t the best.”

(He lets out a chuckle of his own.)

“S’pose I’ll let y’be, then. Work ethic, ‘n all that.”
December 11, 2024 at 8:11 PM
December 11, 2024 at 8:06 PM
“Mm, alright. I’ll keep flappin’ my gums, then.”

(He lifts a brow, his smirk lingering.)
December 11, 2024 at 8:06 PM
“I’d like to see that.”

(He smirks down at her, a devilish glint in his eyes.)
December 11, 2024 at 7:59 PM
“Or what?”
December 11, 2024 at 7:34 PM
(This earns a more sincere chuckle from him.)

“Oh?”
December 11, 2024 at 12:45 PM
“Tiny. But I’ve got a great waist, no?”

(He winks playfully.)
December 11, 2024 at 2:18 AM
(He lets out a halfhearted laugh, but a laugh, nonetheless.)

“No can do; I wear ‘em well, do I not?”
December 11, 2024 at 1:41 AM
(He wraps his arms securely around her frame, allowing a soft sigh to escape him.)
December 10, 2024 at 10:13 PM
(He extends his arms for her, anticipating her embrace.)
December 10, 2024 at 10:10 PM
“C’mere.”
December 10, 2024 at 10:06 PM
“‘M a skeptic.”
December 10, 2024 at 9:45 PM
“Maybe so. Dunno ‘f it’ll always be so easy, though?”
December 10, 2024 at 9:26 PM
“Easier said than done, y’know.”
December 10, 2024 at 9:19 PM
(Almost instantly, he feels himself unwinding.)

“Not bad; dunno, I assumed the worst.”
December 10, 2024 at 2:28 PM
(He chats on a bit before at last disconnecting.)
December 10, 2024 at 1:18 AM
(It doesn’t take him long to fall into natural conversation with the boy. He was pleasantly surprised to find that speaking came with much greater ease than anticipated.)
December 9, 2024 at 10:58 PM
(Her praise assuages a bit of the tightness in his throat, and the minute he has Jules on the line, voice brimming with excitement, a small smile turns the corners of his lips upward.)
December 9, 2024 at 10:48 PM
(He nods when he hears her speak and pauses for a moment while he waits for his son to come to the phone. Her touch grounds him - it’s all he’s got keeping him tethered to Earth right now.)
December 9, 2024 at 10:41 PM
(When he hears the click of the line picking up on the other end, he practically wants to leap out of his skin but persists.)

“Hi Cyn. ‘S me. Can I talk to Jules?”

(He glances over at May sheepishly, his insecurities once more evident.)
December 9, 2024 at 4:50 PM
(He lets out a breath he was unknowingly holding and dials Cynthia’s number, his body tense as he hears the line ring.)
December 9, 2024 at 4:26 PM
(He allows her words to linger for a moment. Something in what she says strikes a chord and a dull ache resonates through his chest. She’s right, he knows it, but it feels so difficult to break the cycle. Nonetheless, he nods slowly.)

“Okay.”
December 9, 2024 at 3:32 PM
“I know that. Y’have to understand where ‘m comin’ from.”

(He pauses, brows knitting together.)

“My approach to bein’ his father has been a lot like my father’s approach to bein’ mine. I dunno where to begin to fix it all; not like I can just snap my fingers ‘n make it right. He’s ten bloody +
December 9, 2024 at 3:18 PM
“Wait-…”

(He looks at her, almost pleading as he does so.)
December 9, 2024 at 2:58 PM