like a phoenix watch me rise.

i foresee this ending in a shower of flame, so drink your holy water soon. and I'll wash my loving hands, I'm through. for i am of the sun. and this night is getting on. when the dawn breaks warm i'm gone. jean grey | x-men | phoenix

[vanessacarlysle]

Unleash your power, Jean.

[jjeangrcys]

“oh he does, does he?” jubilee giggled, wriggling her eyebrows suggestively at her friend. “is he a fashionista like me? killin’ it in shades?” she watched for jean’s reaction, it wasn’t entirely subtle how her friend would act in scott’s company, or when his name was even mentioned — similar to how bashful jean seemed to be now, for instance. “ya better not, ‘cause that ain’t fair!” she laughed, shaking her head in a teasing way. “you don’t need it to narrow it down, just believe me. everyone’s a cutie here! there’s no need for cheatin’ i mean, i could like list some peeps for ya if it helps, buuut…” as she trailed off, jubilee leaned closer to her friend, a wide grin at jean’s pout. “wha– okay, you def don’t have'ta look out for anyone, 'cause it ain’t like that, nope.” she tightened her lips together, attempting to withhold her bubbling laughter. she leaned her head back with an exaggerated sigh after a moment, “fiiiine, ya really wanna know?”

   at her laugh, the usual uneasy jean was put to some ease. ( most -- more than she’d admit ) “ fashionista? ” scott? that earned a small grin and shake of her head. “ shades, however. ” feminine alto sings, a quiet laugh following. “ jubilee, i’m telepathic. fair doesn’t really come with the mutation. ” she muses gently, however features soften. she respected her privacy so she kept her power at distance, but knew when jubilee showed any other emotion than happy she’d get nosy. as her dark haired friend leaned in, she fed into it, leaning in and balancing on her knees. she listens intently, before giving a slight eyeroll. “ intuition tells me you’re going to keep me guessing. ” she chimes, grin slightly defeated, clasping porcelain hands together and tangling her fingers. “ mhm, i do. but it’s okay if you don’t want to tell me. but your loss if you don’t. i’ll have you know i’m excellent date planner when all of new york basically wants us dead. doomsday vibes are sexy. ” jean offers a smirk now, smug. 

[jjeangrcys]

thethirdbeetle 

“Well that’s a relief. I don’t really wanna upset anyone here.” Jaime answers with a small smile, easing himself into a chair. He’s still sore all over and the scarab’s not doing so great either - but the two of them are pulling themselves together slowly, and he’s trying to keep moving as much as possible. “It’s lovely to meet you too, Jean. I think I’m settling in okay - mostly just uh.. healing up, now. The fight with the Sinister Six didn’t go so great for me.”

   “ some residents can be a little sensitive. it’s hard to tell sometimes. ” not for jean. but for people who couldn’t peak into minds, dancing on the line between friend and foe she understood wasn’t easy. she watches him sit, noting the slight stiffness of his movements. “ when you feel up to walking, we can head to the infirmary? ” the red head offers. “ get you something for the pain. ” the offer is genuine. “ or i can manage to get something, if you’re a little more private. ” shoulders lift in a shrug. 

[jjeangrcys]

oficeman 

BOBBY IS GRINNING LIKE an idiot upon hearing Jean make a pun of her own. He’s quite proud of that too, and is clapping despite the fact he was drenched in water right now. “I can’t even be mad because that alone right there was amazing.” He’s almost tempted to pull her in for a hug, but then she would be wet too. “This is ice.” He says replacing the word nice with something more cold related.

   his clapping is amusing and lips lift with a small, playful smirk. she gives a small curtsy before him, all for playing into dramatics, brilliant shining red hair falling with her as he dips. she straightens and finds herself slipping easily into his thoughts. despite having a ice mutation, she found his thoughts very warm. affectionately arms encircle him, hugging him tightly, lovingly. clothes become damp within the embrace but she doesn’t mind. “ one day i’ll be as good of a trickster as you. one day we should team up and pull one on warren. hank is too nice. ” she muses, having a brilliant burning love for all of her teammates. hold is released and one arm lazily drapes around his shoulder. she begins to walk, direction not really clear, not even for her. 

[jjeangrcys]

Jean: *reads Bobby's mind*

Bobby's Mind: A tutor who tooted the flute, tried to tutor two tooters to toot. Said the two to the tutor, I’d rather be tutored, than tutor two tooters to toot.

Jean: wh at th e

[roseblooms]

[jjeangrcys]

A REQUIEM FOR THE X-MEN: Jean Grey

A Little Death by The Neighbourhood

[greyyjoys]

[jjeangrcys]

jean grey

i saw the end of the world. i could feel all this death…

[jjeangrcys]

thor had no recollection of what had happened before arriving rather abruptly to this new area. it wasn’t new though, he was used to being dropped on unfamiliar land, but something felt off about this situation. it appeared to be midgard, only older. hearing footsteps come near him, the asgardian was quick to turn and hold his hammer out towards the intruder. “tell me where i am.”

    jean lifts her hands slowly at he sight of the weapon. not that she couldn’t handle herself, her brazen side chimes idly. with a quick inhale chin lifts slightly in greeting. “ i’m not going to hurt you. ” is offered as blue hues glance in his large stature. mind weaves into his, bleeding into his thoughts. she’s merely trying to see if he’s a threat to the residents. she pulls out quickly not wanting to dig too deeply. but in a matter of seconds jean has already gathered the bare minimum of what she needs. “ new york. ” she leaves out his name, thor. that seemed to freak out newcomers who didn’t know her. “ this is a place that has many purposes, ” she explains hands remaining up, careful to make no quick movements, though she was now sure he wouldn’t harm her. “ it was a school at first. but now a home, a safe place, a refuge to those different. i’m jean. i’ll answer as many questions as i can for you. or show you around, if you’d like. ” her mind scans small glimpses of people his had to offer. seeing if she’d seen any of his familiar faces. she’s sure she has. 

[jjeangrcys]

@oficeman​

  his thoughts are heard above all else. jean had learned to tune into the minds of her friends rather quickly, a precaution of course, valuing their safety to the highest degree. ( though jean valued all lives within the mansion ) she could hear bobby’s distress, his mind colorless vs his usual world of color. jean moves to him quickly and steps before him. obvious distress on porcelain features. “ bobby? ” his name is spoken ever so tenderly. however one name rings clear amidst the chaos. jamie. she pulls free of him and kneels before her friend. she reaches out, hand finding his knee and grasping hold of him. “ bobby, what is it? ” other hand reaches for his chin, ever so lovingly grasping hold to move his gaze to hers. 

[rp-meme-glaceon]

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MARVEL FANCAST: SOPHIE TURNER/ PHOENIX (2/?) 

“ The Phoenix is equal parts good and evil. Pleasure and pain. Both sides. The whole coin. ”

[rasputinaillyanna]

[jjeangrcys]

Everything is fine. I can read your minds. Stop worrying. I’m in total control.

[jjeangrcys]

Charles sighed, stirring his tea with a halfhearted effort. “I suspect my twenty year old self would be rather disappointed if he knew how I spent my fortieth birthday. Can’t say I expected any different after the start this year got off to; most of the residents haven’t even been born yet.”

jean chuckles softly at his words, hands folded in her lap as she sits ever so thoughtful across from him. the sound of the spoon against the porcelain cup as he stirs calming for her, familiar. “ next year is a new year. next month is a new month. next week is a new week. tomorrow-- tomorrows a new day. ” she offers rather lovingly. meaningful. she knew he was doing the best he could. and she was proud of him. so proud. in her chaos of a mind this thought rings with resounding strength. she flashes him a soft smile before turning slightly in her chair in the direction of something. that something appearing in the air as she lifts it from the corner of the room. it’s a small wrapped gift ( the paper silver with geometric shapes twisting and turning in different ways, very seventies, and the pattern very complicated... much like charles ) and it floats to them, her face neutral, calm. before the small gift is placed on the table before them and she turns her body back to him. eyes are shy now, slightly nervous as they glance at the simple wrapped gift. “ happy late birthday, professor. ” the words are murmured endearingly. glancing back from the gift to him, to the gift once more. gesturing for him to open it.  

[jjeangrcys]

oficeman 

SUDDENLY BOBBY FELT WATER drenching him. He’s usually on the other end of these pranks, so he’s impressed that someone managed to get him. He turns around to look at the culprit. “Jean!” He shouts with a laugh, at least he doesn’t mind that the water is cold. It never bothers him, but now he was wet. “You got me good. I’m actually really proud.” Bobby laughs as he squeezes out some of the water as he steps toward her. 

    hands find her hips, confident, proud in her victory. her eyes are soft towards her dear friend. keeping her powers at bay. it was her friend-- people like bobby-- that made her want to fight to have better control. and she was, just slowly. “ score one for jean, bobby five hundred and eight. ” she teases, shimmying her shoulders in a small playful victory dance. “ hope you don’t get cold... oh, wait. ” she tries one of his own puns grinning shortly after. hoping for his approval. 

[jjeangrcys]

thethirdbeetle 

“Well that’s a relief. I don’t really wanna upset anyone here.” Jaime answers with a small smile, easing himself into a chair. He’s still sore all over and the scarab’s not doing so great either - but the two of them are pulling themselves together slowly, and he’s trying to keep moving as much as possible. “It’s lovely to meet you too, Jean. I think I’m settling in okay - mostly just uh.. healing up, now. The fight with the Sinister Six didn’t go so great for me.”

     “ i’d like to say most of us are easy to get along with. from my experience, of course. ” jean also knew she was biased to that, however. body turns to give him more of her attention watching him keenly as he sits. she can see the obvious stiffness of his movements and swallows. nodding in understanding voice and expression instantly becomes more serious. taking instant responsibility to ensure he was okay. “ did you stop by the infirmary? i can take you. ”

[thoughtfulfangirling]

JeanxScott

[jjeangrcys]

mj had watched the young woman hit the target with one swift smooth from the corner of her eye. her posture straightened as she referred to her, looking over to the redhead with a nod. “sure, i’d like that.” she smiled, watching how she held the bow. “i get that, i’m good at hitting pins but can’t say i’ve tried archery before.” she sent a grin over her shoulder, attempting to position herself similarly to how the redhead stood before.

    jeans hands are soft as they find mjs shoulders. she gives her form a soft press, pressing her into the earth, with the hopes of grounding her further than she already was. “ same concept. find your path and release. ” her tone is quiet, assuring. jean wanted to help those who weren’t mutant or had powers gain skills or knowledge. because those two to her were just as powerful at times. the red-head steps back from mj with a soft, kind smile. “ you’ve got this mj. ” arms fold over her chest.