NO FEAR.

. PHOENIX JEAN GREY x-men: cinematic universe ❝ I saw the end of the world. I could feel all this death... affiliated with ISOLA RADIALE. indie-friendly & semi-selective. STATS: subgiant / 121 fibonacci / limited telekinesis, telepathic cloak & psionic shield.

[kyloren]

are you a scared little girl who listens to a man in a chair, or are you the most powerful creature on the planet?

[harliquinade]

one upon a time, @mutanix​ ♡’d for a starter

When she’d caught sight of a flash of long red hair, Harley felt a surge of hope. The past few weeks of being here alone had turned out to be tougher than she expected. Every day, she wondered whether someone she knew would show– no wait, she would hope that one of her actual friends would show up but more than ever she wished that friend would be Ivy. 

She missed her that much she even got herself a little house plant so she’d be reminded of her even though she knew she would suck at taking care of it.

But as she’d seen this redhead from behind, with no certainty that it was Ivy, Harley followed. Weaving through the crowd, her pace quickening, she reached out to tap the other on the shoulder and even though it wasn’t mean to offend, she visibly deflated when she saw the stranger in question was not her best girl.

“Sorry, I… thought you were someone else.”

[mutanix]

     IT WAS STILL STRANGE, not having her powers to rely on when they had been there all of her life. Even without them, though, she had enough awareness to notice that someone was following her. She hadn’t needed her powers to hear the thoughts of those whispering as she passed back at the school, endless gossip about the local freak.

    Jean hadn’t managed to see much other than swinging ponytails, bright-coloured. At least it wasn’t a creepy man, then. Still, she continued to weave her way through the crowds, trying to lose the other woman since it wasn’t someone she recognised. Jean never forgot a face. 

     Eventually she had to slow, and then was when she felt a tap on her shoulder. She instantly whipped around, finally getting to see the woman up close. She looked almost distraught.

      ❝  Oh, ❞ she answered, needing a moment to process what was being said to her. When she did speak, it was her usual teenage wryness.  ❝ Sorry to disappoint then. It was a bit disconcerting though — the whole following me thing. ❞ 

[mutanix]

doorknobwielder‌: 

“How on Earth am I not a household name for them? After all that I’ve done. You join a special mutant strikeforce tossed together by Wolverine and you don’t even get the recognition you deserve. Honestly, what are they even teaching those kids? The society we live in is, indeed, a flawed one.” His shoulders sagged a second before he perked up a little and sighed. “Oh well! I’m used to getting doors slammed in my face! It’s fine. Everything’s fine. Fox belongs to Disney now so at least Goofy will be there to hold me tenderly on those lonely nights.”

     ❝  Special mutant taskforce? You’re a mutant? ❞   That was the first Jean was hearing about it. Then again, she figured the Professor wouldn’t want a bunch of teenagers getting any ideas. A few moments passed where she was left speechless.   ❝  It doesn’t sound very fine. But anyway, I really don’t know what you’re talking about. How do you even know me?  ❞ 

[boltly]

@mutanix liked for a starter !

          Much as he wanted to continue to be suspicious of this city and its appearances, Daryl’s stomach had other plans. It was only day two of being here, but he hadn’t eaten for some time back home, and it finally caught up to him. Hence his walking down the street with a jar full of peanut butter, shamelessly (and fairly loudly, all things considered) eating with his fingers.

          Sure, he could’ve gotten a utensil on his way out the door of “home”, but he hadn’t consistently used silverware for years, even before the walkers. Why start now? 

[mutanix]

    SHE HAD A TENDENCY TO get caught up in her own world, contemplating what the future would be like for their kind, dwelling on her ability to control her powers. She hadn’t expected to be brought out of her reverie by the rather loud sounds of sucking and slurping. 

     The bemusement (and mild disgust) was present on Jean’s face as the sight slowed her steps. Blue eyes flickered between the man and the jar of peanut butter in his grasp.   ❝ Do you want a spoon for that, mister? ❞ 

[doorknobwielder]

“You look really familiar. Do I know you? Recently rebooted franchise? Potential X-Men 3 movie clone? Probably a better actress than Famke Janssen. Probably behind one of many shut doors whenever I wander into the X-Mansion. Anyway. Name’s Deadpool. I’m sure you’ve heard of me. My reputation is pretty well known far and wide.”

@mutanix

[mutanix]

   ❝  ...What? I only understood some of those words you said.  ❞    She might have vaguely recalled his name popping up in the mansion once or twice, but it was nothing that she’d paid much attention to.   ❝ Doesn’t seem like it’s a very good reputation. ❞      

[superscanaries]

They’re right to fear me.

[antheiin]

“Hey, do you think you can help me?” She’s a bit out of breath and flushed, face red like she’s been running. “I uh, the balloons. I’m helping some people, they’ve got a kid with them, I just need some help catching some of the white balloons to bring back.”

[mutanix]

     IT WAS EASY ENOUGH FOR Jean to collect balloons for herself, her recently unlocked powers definitely making the task more efficient. So when she saw a woman asking for help, not just for herself but for others, she couldn’t turn away.    ❝ I can help you a bit. My powers are still mostly limited though... ❞    

    Rather than explaining further, the teenager raised her hand. The few balloons in the area, both white and black, came floating towards the two of them, obeying the call of her telekinesis.

[gloriaolympi-blog]

@mutanix

Fingers pulled the bow taught as she steadied her breath. A moment passed that barely lasted a second, as she concentrated her sight upon the imagined enemy before her.

And then she heard the door handle jiggle just as she let her grip loose. The arrow flew as the target she had been aiming at moved out of the way as the door opened. The moment stretched as time seemed to slow, the twang of the string still resounding in her ear as Wonder Woman jumped forward.

The door had opened slightly too much already.

She reached forward. Fingers gripping against the frame as she, in one motion, slammed the door open and pulled herself forward. The other hand hugged the stranger passing through, and pushed her down as the arrow slammed into her shoulder.

“My apologies, sister.”

“It was my fault. I should have kept the door locked.”

[mutanix]

     IT PROBABLY HADN’T BEEN HER wisest decision, spending what little she had of her money on a bow and arrow. But it was something to temper the boredom that threatened to splinter her razor-sharp mind, born to be used. Usually she would have just practised in a park, aiming for the trunks of trees, but with some her power newly returned, Jean didn’t want to risk the attention. 

    She was hoping that no one would be around, although expected that there would be. What she hadn’t been expecting, however, was to open the door and see an arrow flying towards her. 

    In the second it took her to register what was happening, her hand already raising from her side in an automatic gesture, Jean was already being pulled out of the way. It took her a moment to gather her wits, the teenager’s lips silently parted as she took in what happened, barely registering the woman’s arm around her waist. 

   ❝ Oh my god, are you okay? ❞   Jean asked, trying to lean over to see how much she had been hurt.    ❝ I would have been okay, ❞   she said, despite the woman having no way of knowing that, stammering now more than anything.   ❝ No, it’s my bad. I should have knocked. ❞         

[mutanix]

fxrebxrn‌:

“They’re really good.” Oh, she’s getting pumped. She’s already wondering if the movies were out here. If they sold comic books here, she’d definitely save up that money and get all the comics. She had as much as she could get back home, but….she isn’t back home at the moment. That meant she needed to buy them again. “Not yet but you end up being. And you’re pretty bad ass too!” She remembers seeing the one where Jean Grey was just younger. Afraid of her powers in the beginning, but learning to control it. That one scene had been her VERY favorite. 

“I’m a fan of just about ANY superhero films. I used to go around pretending I had some kind of power when I was younger. Mom hated it though.”

     MUCH LIKE THE PROFESSOR, Jean wore her heart on her sleeve and so there was no hiding how taken aback she was at Anna’s enthusiasm. Even more so at her proclamation that Jean would end up being one of the X-Men. It was hard to imagine ever being to properly control her powers, and even now it brought her a sense of trepidation, but the other girl’s words brought her a strange sense of ease. 

    ❝ Well thank you, I guess, ❞     she said with a small chuckle, just a touch self-effacing. She’d never been described as ‘bad ass’ before.      ❝ I don’t know if I’d call us superheroes though. Almost none of us wear masks or suits or anything... You don’t seem very alarmed about what I can do. ❞     She wiggled her fingers somewhere around her temple, a vague representation of her telepathic abilities.  

     Her demeanour had lightened slightly during their talk, and even more so when Jean found the opportunity to bring up something that wasn’t one potential branch of her future.  ❝ Oh yeah? What kind of powers did you want? ❞       

[mutanix]

inv1s‌:

         Not entirely sure what elicits the laughter, Violet simply gives the other a glance over, brow quirking. It’s not that she’s thinking how strange she is – the teen knows she’s not exactly normal either. But there was something about the older female that ignites a sense of wonder – like if she had rich parents or butlers to carry things for her. That would make a lot of sense actually.

         Nodding as the other comes to a realization, Violet offers a shrug in return. “I guess newbies make that mistake sometimes.” She doesn’t mean to offend the other, she’s more so, making a commentary. – which happened to her on her first shift as a waitress. Who knew a stack of dishes could be so heavy? “But if you want to work here, you’ll definitely need practice.”

         “Did your family have a maid service? Because it’s kind of hard to believe that you don’t carry your own things. How about your laundry? And your own buckets of ice cream?” 

     SHE TOOK NO REAL OFFENCE at the younger girl’s words, largely because she’d been called much worse things in her life than a newbie, both by humans and by other mutants. Jean had pretty thick skin as a result, and simply said,   ❝ Guess I’ll start that today. ❞

    A few steps were taken back, both to put some space in between them and so that she could slide the stack onto a empty space at the end of one of the shelves to free her hands.   ❝ No, nothing like that, ❞   she answered, keeping her eyes on the stack of books for a moment before finally glancing back over.   ❝  I mean, I do carry my own laundry. I grew up in a... boarding school type thing. But I have the option to not really to do.  ❞

    Jean figured there were two ways people in this city would respond to her disclosing her mutant status. Either they wouldn’t believe her and think her insane, or they would react in either awe or fear not too dissimilar to what she was used to back home.    ❝  I’m telekinetic, I can move things with my mind. I can’t here though, for some reason.  ❞

[oikawas]

X-MEN: DARK PHOENIX (2019) dir. Simon Kinberg

[mutanix]

ahawkwardguy‌:

Clint gave a shrug to her comment and brushed it off with a, “Good enough to be out here practicing.” while walking closer. Even if it was picked up as a hobby and not completely uncommon, it still gave him a sense of pride to see.

He moves to stand opposite of her as she retrieves her arrows, and if it hadn’t been one of those rare occasions where he was out and about without his gear he would have taken a moment to show off. Instead there’s a small smile on his face as he nods and answers, “Oh I know a thing or two.. or three. Far more actually. Been doin’ it for years.” It seems obvious as to where such a question was going though. “But I don’t think I’m a very good teacher… if you’re looking for that.”

     SHE DIDN’T NEED HER POWERS to pick up on his ease around her bow and arrows. Despite her own admittance to not being very good, especially not now without her telekinesis, it wouldn’t have surprised Jean to see some sort of apprehension while she still held onto the weapon. Interesting. 

     Jean gave a shrug of her own despite the mild disappointment. She hadn’t really expected an offer to help her improve, but at the same time she couldn’t help but comment in her youthful curiosity.     ❝  Doesn’t matter, but I think the best teaching comes from experience anyway.  ❞ 

      She does, though, hold out her bow. A simple wooden thing, the arrows with bright red tails.    ❝  How about a demonstration then?  ❞    she asks, just a hint of challenge in her voice. She was, after all, still a teenager and had the slightly obnoxious qualities that went with the age.   ❝  I’m Jean, by the way.  ❞

[mutanix]

fxrebxrn‌:

Just thinking about going to school with someone—no, not just someone, but a superhero is like a dream come true. She had introduced herself as JEAN and was now talking about the X-Men school. Man, she knew something was up and it didn’t take Rocket Science to put two and two together! Jean Grey was literally standing in front of her, talking about school, arrows, and everything else that was casual, or as casual. 

Never mind that though.

Look. she asked a question and she seems so confused….Maybe a little worried? Who knows.

“You know the X-Men, you and everyone in that school are a comic book right? ALSO movies, too. There’s quite a few movies about the X-Men.” Oh man, this is crazy. Annastasia runs a hand through her red hair, “This is really weird, BUT so cool! Dude! Isn’t this insane? My world, you guys are just….fiction. Not real. BUT in your world, you guys are real. Your world isn’t a world of just humans like mine.”

      HER BEMUSEMENT ONLY DOUBLED at the young girl’s explanation. As far as she knew, mutants had been broadcasted across television screens and newspapers, slandered on posters and picket signs, but Jean had never heard of their involvement in film or comic books. 

    ❝ It’s the first I’m hearing of it, ❞   she said honestly.   ❝ Were they at least good movies? ❞   she asked with a light but mirthless chuckle, not really knowing what else to say as she processed the new information. The world had hardly been kind to her people, so there was part of Jean that was expecting a no as an answer.

   ❝ I’m not part of the X-Men though. Not really, not yet... ❞   She couldn’t fight like Mystique and Quicksilver could. Her involvement with Apocalypse had been incidental, her own intuition and Charles’ words guiding her more than her own skill or faith in her abilities.    ❝ I take it you’re a fan of them then? ❞  

[mutanix]

flamedon‌:

{ ✦ } » — If he was being perfectly honest, it was almost hard to believe how long he had been in the city for now. It was still a far cry from home, and at the back of his mind, he would always be aching to have his family back. But somewhere along the way, he had become adjusted to the typical humdrum that the island had to offer. Though, when he thought about it, the occasional zombie invasion and general upheaval of peace in the wards did make it feel a bit more like home, what with the regular alien invasions and general weirdos in ridiculous costumes wreaking havoc. Not to mention the best friend who was pretty much part spider.

                But if his being here had brought him one thing that he’d consider an improvement, it was Jean Grey.

                A curious hum sounds as his phone vibrates in his pocket, signaling the new text message. And despite there being little question as to who the sender could be, Johnny smiles when he sees the name displayed on his screen.

                 [ TEXT MESSAGE ]                  TO: JEANIE                  FROM: 🔥 HOT STUFF 🔥

                 [½] oh?? now this I gotta see 👀                  [2/2] I’ll be right down, gimme 2 secs

                 True to his word, he scrambles to pull his shoes on, grab his jacket, and hurry out the door to meet her. When he spots her our front, he flashes a smile before raising his hand in a wave.

                 “Y’know, you could’ve just let yourself in. I wouldn’t have cared,” he points out with a lax shrug of his shoulders. “So what’s up? What’s this super cool thing I’ve been hearing about? Because if you somehow got your hands on Backstreet Boys tickets, I just might cry.”

     A MOMENT WAS SPARED AS SHE waited to raise an eyebrow questioningly at the texts that she received back. The eyes at the end of his message were something she hadn’t seen before, and Jean simply brushed it off as being a modern texting phenomenon that she wasn’t familiar with.

    She returns his smile with a small one of her own. It was good to see him; enough so that even when she spoke with self-depreciation, it was still done with a lightness.   ❝ I think I have enough issues with boundaries to start letting myself into people’s places. ❞    She paused for a moment, her copper waves shifting over her shoulder to follow the curious tilt of her head.   ❝ ...Who are the Backstreet Boys? ❞

    But to answer his question, Jean used her powers to isolate the phone in Johnny’s pocket, distinguishing its molecules apart from everything else. It came as naturally to her as breathing, lifting her hand and the phone obeyed her thoughts, lifting itself out to hover between them. 

  ❝ Cool, right? I got some my powers back. I won’t be so useless now if we ever get another alien invasion or something. ❞

[misskamala]

X-Men: Apocalypse (2016)

[mutanix]

     THERE WERE A LOT OF THINGS that were unfamiliar to Jean in this strange city. New technology, references that she didn’t understand... Oddly though, one of the things she could recognise anywhere was a Volkswagen Beetle. 

    It was probably someone’s car and she had no right to touch it, but her childish curiosity had her reaching out to graze her hand over its hood. Yellow, a colour she wouldn’t have expected. With her newly returned powers, she could sense the atoms that made up the hood, but the limits of her telekinesis knew that she wouldn’t be able to lift it. Too heavy.

    Before anyone would see her, Jean moved to step away. But not before giving the car a pat, feeling a bit like the freak she’d been called many, many times before. Alas.

[mutanix]

fxrebxrn‌:

And it’s as if the weapon isn’t even there. Annastasia is no longer on the edge. If for whatever reason the weapon was picked up and aimed her direction, Annastasia knew how to bolt. Look, she doesn’t need her skateboard to run away. She’s quick on her feet without it. 

She shrugs, “Maybe. I guess I could huh?” School wasn’t really her thing. She didn’t like how the teachers taught, and there were only just a few GOOD teachers. On top of that the kids in the classrooms. How did anyone put up with them? “I wouldn’t want to go alone though,” She eventually admits. THough, more to herself than to anyone. 

“OH!” And she grins. See, if Jean decides to actually try it out one day in the future, Anna would definitely teach her some school tricks, “Cool! We could even see if there’s a cool skateboard for you.” 

Wait. Hold up. FEW STEPS BACK. 

“Uhhhhh, whaaaaat?”  She doesn’t mean to drag her question out like that, but, “ARE YOU FOR REAL? Like….LIKE,” And she drops to a full blown whisper, “The X-Men?” Wait. If she was going by Xavier’s Institute….

“Dude….No way.” She needs to get used to this whole thing. 

     SHE TURNED AWAY SLIGHTLY TO hide the small smile that tugged at her lips at Annastasia’s agreement to at least to check out the schools. Jean paused for a moment, taking in the quieter words the girl spoke. She had been one of the older students at school, close to finishing. But the idea of taking a few more classes here didn’t seem so bad. She’d always liked the company of books. 

  ❝ I can come with you, if you’d like. I remember the first time I toured the school I went to at home, it was pretty daunting. ❞   She’d been quite young as well. And alone. Only a year or two younger than Anna was now.   ❝ That, and I could probably spend my time a little better than shooting arrows at trees. ❞

     Much like the Professor himself, Jean wore her heart on her sleeve, so there was no hiding the surprise in her face at Anna’s reaction. Initially it had her tensing, getting ready for a barrage of cruel words that no longer got under her skin, but were still not fun to hear. Instead, what she got was excitement, which only further confused her.

     ❝ You... know of the X-Men? ❞   she asked carefully. Anna was much too young to have been around when Mystique had told her the X-Men were famous, their faces blasted across television screens.  ❝ How do you know that name? ❞