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⦻   jean elaine grey  —  written by gabi.

[mindflare]

gabi’s private jean grey/the phoenix of marvel comics. influenced predominately by personal headcanons + meta.

[wellnoe]

"now and forever"

[id in ALT]

[mindflare]

i guess me rebooting this blog is a sign i should just become a jean main on rivals

[jedicide]

   ANAKIN, ALL I WANT IS YOUR LOVE  /   LOVE WON'T SAVE YOU, PADME.

independent + selective 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑠 writing blogs for the chosen one, 𝗔𝗡𝗔𝗞𝗜𝗡 𝗦𝗞𝗬𝗪𝗔𝗟𝗞𝗘𝗥 / 𝗗𝗔𝗥𝗧𝗛 𝗩𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗥 and the fallen excellency, 𝗣𝗔𝗗𝗠𝗘́ 𝗔𝗠𝗜𝗗𝗔𝗟𝗔 𝗡𝗔𝗕𝗘𝗥𝗥𝗜𝗘. lovingly crafted by sabi & inez!

[grooveys]

I'M N̳O̳B̳O̳D̳Y̳'̳S̳ 𝘎𝘐𝘙𝘓 BUT MY 𝑂𝑊𝑁 !

independent and selective mary jane ' mj ' watson of the amazing spiderman ( 1964 ) , comic and headcanon interpretation.

[telecuckoo]

memories   were   such   a   sick,   sick   joke.   they   never   truly   felt   real   :   [   your   mind   playing   tricks   on   you.   ]   being   lab   formed,   peoples   memory   bank   inside   your   own   head   to   seem   as   real   as   any   other   mutant.   at   one   point,   you   didn't   care   because   they   were   nothing   more   than   pawns   of   an   endgame   but   as   you   matures,   realized   how   much   of   a   violation   this   was.   it   was   interesting   though   :   [   considering   what   your   power   is.   ]   a   telepath.   someone   who   has   a   hivemind.   able   to   read   minds   and   control   others.   you   know   what   it's   like   to   be   violated   yet   have   the   capability   of   doing   it   to   other   people.   it   was   a   weird   thought   that   always   left   her   baffled.

"   I   DON'T   LIKE   MY   MEMORIES.   "   she   reflects   on   so   many   of   them.   the   ones   of   the   lab,   of   sophie's   death,   the   phoenix.   they   were   cruel   and   vile.   they   made   her   skin   crawl   in   agony.   the   girls   often   disregarded   them,   used   as   much   of   their   power   to   block   them   out   as   they   could   but   they   all   asserted   their   own   will   power.   some   believing   they   needed   it   to   form   their   own   identities   and   others   wanting   to   ignore   it.   regardless,   your   mind   was   constantly   screaming   between   yourself   and   the   girls   trying   to   decide   which   was   the   right   course   to   take,   if   any.   "   I   FEEL   LIKE   I'M   TRAPPED   IN   MY   OWN   MIND.   "

@mindflare 💎 x

[mindflare]

          you recognize that feeling intimately—— it's like staring into a mirror, only to find someone else's reflecting staring back. ALWAYS SLIGHTLY OFF / ALWAYS WRONG. memories, fragments that don't quite belong, pieces of a life you didn't fully live—— but still carve their marks into the depths of your soul. her words are like glass shards threatening to cut deep if you get too close; from all you've been through, you should be able to offer her some solace. [at minimum, some wisdom.] but, the truth is, you understand her pain far too well. you're just as trapped yourself.

it's not just a feeling, it's a state of existence—— FOR HER / FOR YOU. lab-born, phoenix-risen, two sides of the same cruel coin. ❝ you're not alone, celeste. ❞ the words don't feel like enough; they never do. you swallow the build-up of saliva in your throat, breath becoming hitched momentarily as you seek the proper words. anything to subdue the brewing paradox of the mind. making your way around the desk inside your office, you stop once you're in front of her, palms of your hands moving to rest gently on her shoulders.

          ❝ memories can't define you, though. not unless you allow them. you're more than them, and i know you know that. ❞

[mindflare]

Hi friends

[mindflare]

Bambi said earlier she’s serving face even while in death, and I have to agree!!!!

[nightcrawl]

really super cool interpretation of kurt wagner aka nightcrawler of marvel comics by amihan (me)

[mutssiah]

you ᵈᵒᶰ'ᵗ understand. the 𝒞𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑟 it gets, the more i FEEL it. the more the 𝑷𝑜𝚆𝖊𝓡 grows inside me.

independent and selective hope summers from marvel comics

[daisjohnsons]

FAMKE JANSSEN as JEAN GREY

X-Men (2000)

[mindflare]

will you tell me the honest truth about something?

          you hear the plea before you turn your head, a faint tremor in the air reaches you like a whispered ripple before the wave breaks. your office—— once a sanctuary of stillness, a space where you could retreat into the calm hum of the xavier institute's corridors, suddenly feels fuller. it's not the walls that close in around you, but the presence behind you; betsy.

her demeanor is fragile and heavy—— you can feel her pressing against your consciousness like an urgent pulse. soft, but thrumming. you pause, just long enough to allow the weight of her request to settle into the marrow of your bones. the truth. it always comes down to that, doesn't it? honesty—— the way it cuts through everything like a scalpel, clean but often brutal. the irony isn't lost on you—— how you, of all people, have wrestled with the weight of truth. OF WHAT IT COSTS TO KNOW AND SHARE IT. you inhale slowly, turning your head at last, cultivated compassionate eyes meeting hers. it's almost too natural, bridging others' pain and your own. a balancing act of carrying the burdens of others while you tremble beneath the surface. but, she needs you now—— if not by how she stormed into your office, but by the urgency in her voice.

          ❝ of course, betsy. ❞ the weight behind those three words feels vast, extending past all the things seen / all the truths you've learned to carry. you sit up straighter, the leather chair creaking beneath you. head tilting to the side, you reach out mentally—— the echoes of her pain radiating. tendrils of uncertainty and doubt. it resides with her like a bruise. the hand may no longer hold her nor wield her as a weapon, but the shadows left behind still cling to her like a cloak, staining the edges of her consciousness like dark ink spreading throughout the water. EVERYONE WANTS HONESTY UNTIL THEY RECEIVE IT. some people crack under the pressure (you surely did) and there's a part of you—— a deep, guarded corner of your mind—— that remembers when you uttered the same plea. drowning as the phoenix. a breath is released through your nose, almost in resignation before folding your hands in your lap.

❝ i won't hide anything from you. any questions you have, i'll answer. and if i don't know the answers, i swear to you, we will figure them out together. ❞

[the-replay-gone-deactivated2025]

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[mindflare]

one of the biggest reasons i chose to write jean is the sheer depth of her compassion? it's been a while since i've written a character whose compassion is intrinsic to who they are, and jean has really been a breath of fresh air for me! even with all the power she's held, the phoenix force, etc etc—— jean's empathy has always been her one true strength. she doesn't have to be the loudest voice in the room or the leader of the x-men to show it either! jean just sees people in all their complexity (yes, partially due to her mutant abilities) but because she, of all people, knows pain on a level most can't fathom.

[notmorbid]

longlegs.

dialogue prompts from longlegs (2024).

half psychic is better than not psychic at all.

maybe we'll just call you 'highly intuitive'.

can you stay on the line?

you know, there's such a thing as looking too long.

i must have lost track of time.

i'll drink while you tell me things.

it's almost like ____ was never there at all.

you didn't call to say goodnight.

even veals grow a little, and they grow up in a box with their legs all tied up.

i spent the day at home. where else would i be?

i'm okay. i just can't sleep.

i saw more than my fair share of nasty stuff.

i think i just need to be quiet for a little bit.

somebody's birthday is coming up.

be careful they don't work you too hard, alright?

are you still saying your prayers?

you're not afraid of a little bit of dark because you are the dark.

i've seen you before.

you've been to my house.

it's like a long dream, and so dark. a world of dark.

do you remember coming here?

what aren't you telling me?

when was the last time you talked to your mother?

will you tell me the honest truth about something?

i never said my prayers, never once. they scared me.

all our prayers don't help us. prayers don't do a goddamned thing.

nobody ever came to visit. no family, no strangers, no big bad wolves. not anybody.

you're not a child because you were allowed to grow up.

this is a cruel world, especially for the little things. not all of them are allowed to live.

i might have forgotten everything i could, but i never threw anything away.

you really don't remember?

now you're free, too.

i'm just a friend of a friend.

i'm doing this for you. just like i've always done.

don't call me that.

[mindflare]

i can do anything i want to, baby.

          there's a pointed glance over your shoulder, growing irritation made visible by the sudden narrowing of your eyes. ❝ wade. ❞ your voice is a plea—– it was already enough of a struggle getting him through the double front doors of the x-mansion. [not to mention, the array of promises you made on his behalf to not destroy something. or kill someone.] you understand the feeling of loneliness—— feeling afloat in the ocean, unable to reach any destination or safeguard. some might view it as total freedom; a mimic of his words, but in pure totality of the greatest form. it does sound pleasant at first, but as time continues onward, the more lonely a person can become.

twisting your head around forward, you lead him further down the barren hall of the institute before reaching your office. ❝ out there, you can do whatever you want. while you're here, though, you're my guest. i'm the host, and what i say goes. ❞ with a twist of the door knob, you enter the room, leaving the door open enough for him to trail behind.

          ❝ you never did say why you wanted to visit in the first place—— i can't offer you a team-up right now if that's what you're looking for. things have been surprisingly quiet for the last few months. ❞

[superwidow]

this   was   their   burden   to   suffer   in   this   unfortunate   life.   to   face   all   the   consequences   of   their   past   and   atone   for   their   actions.   it   was   no   easy   path   and   rather   a   lonely   one   throughout   the   years.   hardly   anyone   could   really   understand   the   position   they   were   consistently   put   in.   the   trajectory   of   their   lives   were   laid   before   them   and   there   was   really   no   changing   it.   [   ...   ]   they   were   fated   to   a   damned   existence.

emotions   were   running   high   but   in   the   most   sincere   and   empathetic   way   possible.   you   bare   witness   to   the   challenges   that   jean   faces   both   between   the   world   and   herself.   [   ...   ]   so   how   could   nat   not   hold   a   tender   spot   in   her   heart   for   the   mutant?   the   sweeping   adoration   she   held   for   her   came   so   swift   and   all   at   once.   there   was   no   doubting   the   emotions   [   a   denial   of   love   ]   they   shared.

"   WOULD   YOU   CHANGE   IT?   "   natalya   witnesses   the   pain   in   her   own   eyes   every   morning   when   looking   in   the   mirror.   was   she   any   better   than   the   weapon   that   was   forged   all   those   years   ago?   if   it   wasn't   for   all   the   tragedy,   all   the   pain,   you   wouldn't   be   in   this   very   moment.   everyone   that   you   forged   a   bond   with,   they'd   [ most   likely ]   cease   to   exist.   was   sacrificing   them   for   a   life   of   non-guilt   worth   it?   "   ANY   OF   IT?   "   a   thumb   brushes   over   the   jean's   hand,   a   soft   feature   resting   on   her   face,   "   WOULD   YOU   GIVE   ALL   OF   THIS   UP   IF   IT   MEANT   NOT   LIVING   WITH   THESE   MISTAKES?   "

@mindflare ⧖ i'm forever haunted by my mistakes.

[mindflare]

          it's the million-dollar question—— would you change it? would you change the past, and unravel every mistake you've made to finally attain atonement? to paint the picture of your guilt, the canvas must be visible to all: YOU NEVER ASKED FOR THE PHOENIX FORCE. you, instead, had been cursed with it; you were a chosen one. the thing often forgotten about chosen ones is: they usually never have a choice from the very beginning. their destiny is written amongst the stars long before their births—— yours had been. the phoenix force was a cosmic entity, a parasite attached to your mind and skeleton, claiming your flesh as its residence and mind as host. the hellfire club did that to you. with their manipulation came the birth of the phoenix, as well as the deaths of many. more than 5 billion to be exact. their blood coats your hands and you know you'll never be freed of the guilt—— even as a victim. you're still the one who did it; you will always be the phoenix. as a consequence of your actions, you died. sentenced yourself to death, both as a martyr and as a sinner.

and then you learned, it ultimately didn't matter. THE CYCLE OF WAR NEVER CHANGES—— you've been brought back enough times to see it over time. you sacrificed yourself so the phoenix force couldn't destroy anything else, but you aren't the only destroyer of worlds. people themselves are just as bad. your wife's question draws evident discomfort, your features scrunching in response. with a finalized painted canvas of thoughts, you exhale a long sigh—— your fingers move to interlock with nat's, seeking out a form of comfort. ❝ that's really tough to answer. in so many ways, the phoenix force has shaped me—— made me into the woman i am today. ❞ made me the wife you are capable of being—— in sickness and health, until death do you part. [it has yet to take you away, but it does leave the question: the day it does, will she stay by your graveside? you can only hope so.]

          but suddenly, the reality settles back inside your bones. ❝ but... i hurt a lot of people—— i've killed so many people. ❞ you can't even force the number up your throat, through your opened mouth. if you do, you'll choke in agony and decide to fling yourself into another sun. the guilt is too much to bear. you tilt your head to the side, considering your next words carefully—— as if they're life or death in the making. like karma will strike if you choose the wrong one. YOU'VE HAD IT HAPPEN MORE TIMES THAN NOT.

❝ i really don't know, nat. i'm scared that i don't—— what does that say about me? the type of person i've become? ❞