Jean Grey

Jean Grey aka Phoenix. Dependent blog for 1973hq.

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Johnny was exhausted - the kind of exhaustion you felt deep in your bones, thrumming against the surface of your skin and forcing bubbles of laughter up your throat out of sheer hysteria. After everything they’d just been through ( the cold, he could still feel the cold ), a question like that, anything that required him to think, sent an uneasy rush through his head and made him want to curl into a ball and forget the world. “You might have to be more specific.”

*· ☆,.-  “Of course.” Jean could imagine that ber babbling could make people think she was sort of insane, and, she wouldn’t even blame them then - but she wanted help, needed help, so when the young man did request more details, she would do her best to deliever them.

“This time and place just does not feel right, so maybe - could you tell me what date and year we have today?” It was merely guessing, though. There was nothing that would tell Jean that she fell out of time, so to say - well, maybe, besides the old fashioned cars driving down the streets and the clothes people were wearing. It did just feel.... off to her, so to say.

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ellie normally didn’t respond to people she didn’t know — she didn’t have the time or the patience for that. but she thought she recognized jean as one of the x-men, and that did give her a little inkling to stop.

“hey,” ellie replied, arms crossed and legs spread. “so you ended up back here too, huh? i don’t know, some time travel shit, to be honest. pretty fucked up if you ask me.” she raised her eyebrows. “if you’re looking for the x-men, they’re probably around here somewhere. i don’t really know, though. this time travel shit? wack.”

*· ☆,.-  “Ellie!” it felt good to spot a familiar face finally. Not that Jean was not able to survive on her own, if needed, but being seperated from everyone else all of the sudden for sure didn’t mean anything good, after all.

“Time travel... that would explain a lot, for sure. Do you know what year it is? And, more important, are we still able to go back to the school, maybe?” There they would have computers. Mobile phones that would still work. And, maybe - hopefully - Cerebro. “Guess that could be a good place to find out more, after all.”

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he had to admit: walking around as shazam never gets old. it’s literally his armor, and he feels a lot more confident whenever he goes to places he doesn’t normally go to ( or perhaps, not allowed to be in ).

in the seventies, the need to be shazam all the time grew stronger. it was a different place and a different time. freddy would be all over it, if he was here. billy frowned at the thought of his friend back in present time, probably worried sick about where he was. and the rest of them, too. 

his thoughts of home was disrupted when someone came up to him. quickly reverting to his ‘hero’ persona, billy straightened his posture and tried to look as serious as he could. 

“what’s..going on?” he didn’t quite know how to respond. “uh…can you explain more, please? ..ma’am?”

*· ☆,.-  “This time and place, it just does not... feel right?” Jean knew that this was for sure no explanation, it was more making her sound slightly insane instead, for sure. But, it was as it was. The mutant had found herself here without planning to come to this place, and the fact that she was not able to reach anyone from her team did not make it any better, either.

“I am just not supposed to be here. And my phone does not work, either, and.... apologies for sounding like I might be insane. Still trying to wrap my head around this all.”

Professor Xavier would maybe say that things like this would be possible, given there was a mutant powerful enough to cause them. But the professor was not here, as far as Jean knew. “And, even when I even sound more insane now - would you mind telling me what date we have today, maybe?”

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​❝ trust me, you’ll want to taste this. ❞

*· ☆,.-    “I trust you,” Jean replied, still looking at the food on her table in a rather wary way. “I just have never seen anything like this before. And it smells.... odd. So you are really sure that is actually eatable, or - ?”

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*· ☆,.-   Jean Grey was usually no one who did panic easily. Not with everything the young woman had gone through already. But, truth to be told, the fact that she suddenly found herself in a total foreign place was a scary thing to happen, even for her.

The first impulse of the female was to call Scott, but her phone just made some dying noises, refusing to call anyone of the X-Men at this point, no matter how hard Jean was trying.

Opening herself up a little, she could hear the thoughts of others, who were obviously in a similar situation - lost, all alone, and utterly confused about what was happening to them.

“Hello,” finally there was another person walking along in the near distance, and Jean took her chance. “Excuse me, but this is urgent, please! I really need to know what is going on here!”

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​❝ i could hear screams … ❞

*· ☆,.-  Jean stopped when the other spoke, trying to concentrate for a minute by closing her eyes so she would only listen, however, the mental screams she was detecting were way louder than the vocal ones reaching her ears.

“You are right.... someone is obviously in very big trouble there. Come on! We should go and help them, before it is too late!”

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THE    FIVE    SENSES     /      SENTENCE    STARTERS  .

some   may   be   nsfw   and   /   or   be   triggering.   

01    :     TOUCH .

❝ i love this [ FABRIC ], it feels satisfying. ❞

❝ your touch. it leaves me breathless. ❞

❝ your touch is unlike any other. ❞

​❝ have you ever felt anything more comfortable? ❞

❝ feel this. what does it feel like to you? ❞

❝ i wanted to see what it felt like. ❞

​❝ touch it. i dare you. ❞

​❝ you felt ice cold when i touched you. ❞

​❝ you feel warm to me. ❞

​❝ i love the feel of [ FABRIC ] against my skin. ❞

​❝ i love the feel of your skin against mine. ❞

​❝ i would never touch anyone else. ❞

​❝ i love the feel of your hair between each of my fingers. ❞

​❝ don’t you dare touch me. ❞

​❝ i want to feel your lips against my own. ❞

​❝ i can feel your pulse. it jumped. ❞

​❝ let me give you a massage. ❞

❝ you feel like home to me. ❞ 

02     :      TASTE .

❝ i love the taste of you. ❞

❝ i can never forget that taste. ❞

❝ fair warning, it does have a bitter taste. ❞

​❝ no offense, you just aren’t my taste. ❞

❝ can i have a taste of that? ❞

❝ i have yearned for the taste of your lips. ❞

​❝ that tasted pretty good actually. ❞

​❝ it just left a really bad taste in my mouth so no thanks. ❞

​❝ nothing taste better than chocolate. ❞

​❝ i’ve got something you might want to taste. ❞

​❝ i will forever savor that taste. ❞

​❝ blood has such a metallic taste. ❞

​❝ my taste buds are mad at me after eating that. ❞

​❝ how’s it feel to get a taste of your own medicine? ❞

​❝ you didn’t even taste it. ❞

​❝ trust me, you’ll want to taste this. ❞

​❝ i think it has a bit of bitter sweet taste. ❞

❝ so you tasted it, did you like it? ❞

03     :      SIGHT .

❝ i see you. ❞

❝ i’ve never seen things so clearer than i do now. ❞

❝ it’s too dark, i can’t see anything. ❞

​❝ how can you see anything? it’s pitch dark. ❞

❝ i’ve looked close enough and i see you for what you are. ❞

❝ please, just look at me. ❞

​❝ stop staring at me like that. ❞

​❝ get that light out of my face. ❞

​❝ it’s so bright outside today. ❞

​❝ what’s wrong? what did you see? ❞

​❝ you’re scared, you must have saw something. ❞

​❝ what i saw, you’ll never believe me. ❞

​❝ i’ve never seen you before. ❞

​❝ have we seen one another before? ❞

​❝ you see me for what i truly am. ❞

​❝ i didn’t see anything. ❞

​❝ did you see that? ❞

❝ i can’t believe my eyes. ❞

04     :      SOUND .

❝ shhh, i just heard something. ❞

❝ did you hear that? ❞

❝ what is that sound? ❞

​❝ i missed the sound of your voice. ❞

❝ do you hear me? stay away from me. ❞

❝ i hear you, loud and clear. ❞

​❝ i’m sorry, what was that? i didn’t hear you. ❞

​❝ i’ve heard that sound before. ❞

​❝ you didn’t hear anything at all? ❞

​❝ can you hear what they’re saying? ❞

​❝ aw, i love the sound of music. ❞

​❝ i never said i could hear them. ❞

​❝ wait, hear that? something is coming. ❞

​❝ i could hear screams … ❞

​❝ i heard you all the way upstairs. ❞

​❝ you didn’t just hear that? that sound? that noise? ❞

​❝ trust me, you’re going to want to hear this. ❞

❝ please, just hear me out. ❞

05     :      SMELL .

❝ what is that smell? ❞

❝ i have missed your smell. ❞

❝ you smell nice. ❞

​❝ it’s unlike anything i’ve smelled before. ❞

❝ i smell the food cooking from here. ❞

❝ do you smell that? ❞

​❝ how are you able to smell that? ❞

​❝ no offense but it really smells. ❞

​❝ it’s starting to smell. ❞

​❝ tell me, you’ve smelled this before. ❞

​❝ i know that smell, it’s the smell of lies. ❞

​❝ i can smell you from here. ❞

​❝ are you smelling me? ❞

​❝ i missed the smell of your hair. ❞

​❝ i need to step away, get some fresh air. ❞

​❝ do you smell that? that’s the smell of freedom. ❞

​❝ i could never erase your smell. ❞

❝ i can smell the fear on you from here. ❞

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(¸.• ♛ → No one was answering. Kara was worried about her sister and her friends in National City but no one was answering, by accident, she couldn’t help but broke the phone that was in her hands and looked at it “Great…” A sigh escaped from her lips “How can I be here?” She couldn’t help but mutter out loud, not really knowing that someone was near her.

*· ☆,.-   Jean watched the other young woman with a slight hint of interest, wondering if she was a mutant as well, maybe. It would at least explain what had happened with the phone in her hand in this very moment.

“I really wish I could answer you that question,” she looked at their surroundings once more, eyebrows furrowed. “But I am having the same problem right now, trying to call my team-mates, and no one is answering....”

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✕ — isn’t that jean grey wandering the streets of new york? civilians know them as phoenix and see them as a hero. as far as i know, the 33 year old stands with the x-men and are rumoured to be pretty soft-hearted & determined. ( deborah ann woll/ cis female / she/her ) ( C/21/gmt+2/she/her )

Jean Grey is really one of my favourite X-Men characters, but this is my first time playing her, so I hope I can do her justice xxx

decided to pull her from the DOFP timeline, which means she did not freak out and kill everyone (yet? We might never know *whistles*)

however, she has still sometimes nightmares that make her bedroom shake. You can thank her alter ego for that

It was Charles Xavier who brought her to the school, of course

Jean was sort of a loner during her teen years, often on her own, and it seemed she was ahead of her age, so to say

when being kidnapped after the school blew up, she’d also met Wolverine for the first time

the school sort of turned into her home, also because it was obviously that her family did not know how to handle the fact that her daughter was a mutant, despite loving her

dark phoenix sometimes tries to break through, which does worry Jean, even when the professor did always believe in herself (look in what happened in Apocalypse, for example)

also I know there is going to be a dark phoenix movie, I might update her story once it came out xxx

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Hello, hello, hello!

It is late where I am from, so I need to head to bed soon, but I am excited to be here and will post something IC in the morning!