So, this probably isn't so needed since Jules has been very quiet and inactive, but:

I'm putting several of my muses on an indefinite hiatus. This will be one of them. I'm still around, and feel free to PM me or poke at one of my other characters - if they're around. You're more than welcome to add lawyerlarry. He's retired right now, but he keeps an eye on all my comms and friends. Hopefully these muses will reawaken and come back, but we'll see. There are duplicate muses out there that I'm sure you can follow for the character. Until then...

(So, with TWD comm opening, not_a_savage wanted me to find the first fic I wrote that began the white door idea. So I cross post here, and link to TWD.)

Prompt: Jack/Jules - White


The door was white. Very white. In fact, the whole house was white. Simple. Understated.

Normal.

Juliet stood on the outside of the white door and took a long, deep breath and then knocked. She let out the breath in a shaky exhale and closed her eyes. The last 24 hours had been filled with excitement, nerves and fear. All she felt now - was the fear. Bone chilling, penetrating, fear.

The door opened and she felt him standing there. She opened her eyes and looked up at the man standing before her. He wore a navy blue tshirt and jeans and the softest of smiles. She noticed the glitter of tears in his eyes, but didn't focus on it. She just looked at his smile, his jaw, his arms...

She had known she'd missed him, sure. It just wasn't until she was standing before him, after all that time, that she felt the full capacity of...everything. She hadn't seen him since that day he'd left the island, and she had feared so many times she never would again.

"Hi Jules," he murmured, looking as happy as she was feeling.

"Hi Jack," she whispered, unable to voice anything else. They stared at each other for a long moment before his arms pulled her to his chest and he held her tightly. Her eyes closed again. His lips pressed to the top of her head. They both sighed.

It was a long time before he finally stepped backwards and brought her inside, closing the white door behind them.

Hi people! So I know not many people watch this journal, but for those that do - Jules might be back. Not that she was technically "away" but...she's been very quiet for a long time. However, she recently joined just_muse_me and I have to make sure I keep her active there. It'll be better once the new season starts and once I learn how to not self hate my muses.

And one more thing to keep me going with her! not_a_savage and I have been talking for awhile about a happy!verse for Juliet and Jack. A couple fics have been written, and we have FINALLY made ourselves a comm.

Introducing......

the_white_door

I know it doesn't look like much now, but we'll get there. Anyone is free to join and watch, but posting access is limited. Jules and Jack will be more than happy to invite old friends over to their house if anyone wants to join in the crack!fun.

And last but not least! I redid Juliet's journal! Check it out! forget_romeo And a new user info banner, so go look at that too and tell me what you think!

(For not_a_savage who requested AU!Jack and Jules fluff. Jack used with permission. )

“Love is everything it's cracked up to be. It really is worth fighting for, being brave for, risking everything for. ” - Erica Jong

Open on a cool, mild evening in a suburban LA neighborhood. A house, large but not overbearing, stands between all of the others. The yard is neatly trimmed and two small cars sit in the driveway. One is red and sporty, the other is simple, black, and sleek.

Up the stoned pathway from the driveway to the front stoop made of brick. The large white door stands brilliantly, a shimmering image of all that dreams could be. Their symbol of hope and happiness. A green wreath takes its place on the center of the door, red berries dotting around it.

Through the door and into the house, a comfort sets in.

( .... )

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(Inspiration from the new S5 promo. Go watch!)

It runs through her head again and again. The ship exploding. The blasting light. The feeling in her heart in that moment between. What are we doing?

The idea that some were gone. Maybe even dead. Those that she had lived around for a long time. Some of whom she cared for.

He was gone.

She felt it, really. His presence had always hovered over her. She felt Jack on the island, no matter how far apart on it they were. Even when it hurt to feel, when his eyes were on Kate, she felt him there. Now she felt a void. She couldn't feel him anymore, and it made her uneasy. Not because she needed him, not because she wanted him, but because - it was something she'd grown used to. And it was gone.

Things changed when the six left. Everything was different. And it would never be as it was, even if they returned.

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44.2 - Foods I can't stand anymore
~Mangoes
~Papaya
~anything made by Dharma
~Pig

44.4 - Things I need to get over
~this trepidation of leaving the house at all
~the dreams I keep having about being back there
~the fact that I don't know what I want to do now
~[locked] Jack, and everything he is to me - or...never will be [/locked]

Can't leave home some days, silly?

(post-island, crack welcome)

Name three people, I'll tell you who I would marry, shag, throw off a cliff.

Name a character that you know I write or have written, and I'll tell you:

a. What initially prompted me to like the character enough to write about him/her.
b. One of his/her best traits.
c. One of his/her worst traits.
d. How easy/difficult I find it to write the character.
e. The story/thread/chapter/post/paragraph/tag/phrase where I feel that I truly captured the character.
f. My plans (if any) to write the character in the near future.

You should know who I write/play. If not...ask?

Make a list of enemies

Depends on the day, really.

1. Ben.
2. Those that believe his bullshit.
3. Kate's not a fan of mine.
4. I don't believe Sun and Jin are, either.
5. Or John Locke.
6. I can't remember how Claire or Hurley feel.
7. The island as a whole. One big ugly enemy.
8. Fate.
9. Murphey's Law.
10. Really does depend on the day.