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@telenix
JEAN GREY.Β Β Β Β Β THE PHOENIX. Β Β Β Β Β primarily set following x-men the animated series & various un-canny x-men plot lines. Β Β Β not friendly towards film canon. Β Β Β exclusively friends only. Β Β adored by bonnibel. Β Β [pakistani β she/they. 25.]Β Β Β not affiliated with the comics rpc.Β Β low activity & plot orientated.
` * ππππππ ππππππ πππππππ : a mix of dialogue and action prompts. sent "+ reverse" to reverse the roles.
ππππππππ :
β you're gonna be okay , just keep your eyes on me. β don't move - you're going to make it worse. β it's not that bad. β you saved me once before , now it's my turn. β you fucking idiot , you weren't supposed to take the hit for me. β i told you not to do that! now look! β you're lucky that i know basic first aid , or you'd be dead! β stay with me, okay? stay awake. β i'll be as gentle as i can be , i promise. β you're bleeding - oh my god , you're bleeding. β you told me it was a scratch , this is not a fucking scratch! β there's so much blood. β next time you want to play here , just don't. β stop fighting me and let me help! β you're banned from doing anything remotely dangerous. β you could have died , what were you thinking? β if you die on me , i'm going to be pissed off. β you didn't have to be so reckless just to prove a fucking point. β the wound will heal but you'll have a scar.
πππππππ :
[ carry ] sender carries receivers muse to safety after finding them injured. [ stitch ] sender stitches receivers wound. [ hand ] sender holds receivers hand during a painful procedure. [ wound ] sender cleans receivers wounds with gentle and shaky hands. [ panic ] sender panics while trying to stop receiver's bleeding. [ patch ] sender patches receiver up using makeshift materials (i.e. torn shirt). [ fire ] sender drags receiver out of a burning building. [ pressure ] sender puts deep pressure on receivers wound while yelling for help. [ mouth ] sender gives receiver mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. [ change ] sender helps receiver change out of bloodied clothes. [ wash ] sender helps wash dried blood off of receivers face. [ shower ] sender helps receiver shower after an injury. [ broken ] sender tries to stabilize receivers broken limb with rope and sticks.
iβll be the ghost inside your head when we are through
[id: a digital drawing of 6 versions of jean grey, all in wedding dresses. the first jean is looking to the right, and wearing an off-the-shoulder dress with a scarf wrapped around her head. the second jean is looking to the left, holding her chin in her hand, and is wearing a dress with puffed shoulders, and a flower crown with veil. the third jean is wearing a lacy dress with pearls on her shoulders. she has her arms raised and her hands placed beyond her back, as if sheβs showing off her dress. the fourth jean has her head resting on the third jeanβs lap, and one of her arms is raised to hold the third jeanβs knee. she is wearing a dress with puffed shoulders and a long, voluminous skirt. the fifth jean is facing to the right, but her eyes are looking up at the fourth jean. she is wearing a voluminous off-the-shoulder dress.
the sixth jean is dark phoenix, dressed in a red dress with thigh-high gold boots. her hair and eyes are glowing, and she is looking directly at the viewer. she is sitting with her legs curled underneath her. her left hand is raised threateningly. they are all on a very dark blue background. there are two additional images. the first shows a close-up of jeans 1-3, and the second shows a close-up of jeans 4-6. /end id]
jean sure has had a lot of wedding dresses.
Do you know anything i can donate to for palestine that's not the gofundmes because the idea of having to choose who needs my money more is just. scary to me they all need it 3: maybe there's a thing that splits/distributes money evenly???? idk but help would be appreciated
Gazafunds actually deals with this anxiety and makes a decision for you if you want. Their home page has a spotlighted fundraiser and the code consider things like how close the gfm is to finishing, when the most recent donation is, etc. So it's randomized to help as many people as possible.
There's also @helpgazachildren which if you donate, you can help multiple people at once since it's a whole mutual aid fund, or at least close to it. Hussam distributes money to people who need it when he's asked.
β you're not as bad as everyone says you are. β ship
have you ever heard the story of jean grey? the pain, the torture, the theatrics. have you heard the story of a phoenix rising from the ashes? have you seen the wings turned aflame? the death of girlhood in exchange for greatness? you were meant to be great. the alaskan air chills, sun hidden under the horizon as jean sits atop the deck. sending her to the tundra should have frozen her to her core, it should have ripped away all the fire that burned within her until she became nothing but a shell of herself. aimlessly drawing circles in the ice, aimlessly in her thoughts; she doesn't even notice the man of steel materialize next to her.
so much for superhuman abilities. caught off guard. weakling. killer. they sit next to each other in silence, the alien & the freak. how pathetic is she, how she fails in comparison. superman saves, the dark phoenix destroys. her eyes stay on the ice, fingers tracing and coming closer & closer to his, touching for a second then fleeting away. afraid of the intimacy. afraid to burn him like she burns everyone.
it's a whisper. she barely catches it, in a weird way she thinks she might have imagined it. that maybe it was her own wishful thinking to be told that by him. but when jean lifts her head, his eyes are on her. caring. kind. he's everything a superhero is supposed to be, everything a hero should be. have you ever heard the story of superman? the kindness, the hero, the winner? the very antithesis of a woman like jean grey.
β Β you would never have done it. β not an opinion but a fact. he'd have killed himself rather than killed thousands. he'd have stopped this. he'd have been stronger. β Β i did those things. i killed them. and i don't even remember it. β her voice breaks, the dreaded thoughts bury her. β Β i am the problem. sending me here isn't fixing anything, trying to get that thing out of my psyche isn't working. β i am desparate.
β Β you deserve better. the whole team does. β
you are two. one. daughter, lover, hero. this is who you were meant to be, birthed from fire, deep in love. jean grey has risen to a stature, she is respected. with wings of gold, the famous x-men need her. she needs them. a girl blinded by tragedy turned into a hero, it's every story in the book; it's everything she's ever wanted. jean should have it all, she should be able to push past it. the lonely little empath is no more, buried under the ashes of the great overpowering phoenix. one. you are a hero jean grey. you were always meant to be one. but then it arises, the dark patches, so full of fire, as black as night, as cold as snow. there is little she cannot forget, just as there is little she can remember. who are you jean grey? two. you are a monster. you are a mistake. you are a killer. where hundreds lived, there are now none. where flowers grew, you've left dust. where children played, you've left corpses. two. you are a villain.
β Β i need help. β it's an admittance, a cry of despair. an embarrassed phoenix settles on the floor of her nest, a private consultation with the best physician β she's exhausted every option. she's left no stone unturned. it is charles' idea, it his saving grace. the last weapon in his toolkit, to send her here, to rid her of this illness. (an illness. what a funny thought. to call the murderer that creeps in her psyche an illness. she should die for it. will he let her die? if jean begs for death, will this famous doctor grant it to her? she deserves it.)
β Β i don't know what you can do but β please. make it stop. β @embrosyn
i am always jean grey. i am always phoenix. @telenix
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i hate asking this, but my unemployment benefits ran out this week and while i do have a job it doesnβt start until next month so my money is going to be extremely tight. i have a commissions post if anyone would like me to make them something, or if itβs possible any type of donation to my paypal to help keep me afloat would mean so much.
friendly reminder that i have commissions open rn! you can message me on here too if youβd like anything
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(Β variousΒ dialogueΒ promptsΒ toΒ sendΒ toΒ yourΒ worstΒ enemyΒ (affectionate).Β feelΒ freeΒ toΒ changeΒ howΒ youΒ seemΒ fit.Β )
β oh great, it's you again. β
β you? kill me? that's funny. β
β for being someone you hate, i'm sure on your mind a lot. β
β you're the last person i wanted to see, actually. β
β do us both a favor. stay away from me. β
β you really are an asshole, you know that? β
β i'm the asshole? what does that make you then? β
β sometimes i think you must hate me. β
β i thought you said you never wanted to see me again. β
β if you want me to go, then you have to tell me to leave. β
β well, someone's cranky today. β
β well, someone needs to shut the fuck up. β
β just stay out of my way. β
β of all the idiots in the world, i'm stuck with you. β
β what is it you want this time? β
β sometimes i wonder if you're in love with me. β
β do you honestly think this is easy for me? β
β why would i ever want to be friends with you? β
β can we please just talk? β
β there is nothing for us to talk about. β
β you can yell at me later. just let me help you. β
β touch me, and you're dead. β
β oh, so now you care? β
β there is something deeply wrong with you. β
β i know i'm the last person you probably want to see, but... β
β you don't think we could be friends, do you? β
β i'm tired of fighting against you. β
β don't pretend you give a shit about me. β
β you're an idiot, but... i trust you. β
β oh, don't be cute. β
β wait, did you just say that i'm cute? β
β we're not good for each other. β
β if i say yes, will you shut up? β
β don't you have to be stupid somewhere else? β
β maybe we should kiss just to break the tension. β
β i'm sorry i can't turn off my feelings as easily as you. β
β maybe there's a universe out there where we're friends. β
β how can you be so smart yet so dumb at the same time? β
β don't think this changes anything between us. β
β you look ridiculous in that outfit, by the way. β
β if you die, i'll kill you. β
β is that a challenge? β
β ah, so you're not heartless after all. β
β i don't think i've ever seen you smile. β
β you never cared about me, so why now? β
β why didn't you kill me when you had the chance? β
β i don't even remember why we started fighting. β
β i don't have time for distractions right now. β
β you're not as bad as everyone says you are. β
β enemies make the best lovers, you know. β
so sorry for the delay!! eid-al-fitr is this tuesday/wednesday here and we've been so busy with preparations that i've had little time between school & that, but i should be here asap after!! i might reblog a meme to get some more inspo for those starters, but rest assured they're coming soon
memories paint the walkway, greenery & flowers turned into vivid review of skin against grass, blood against the ground. a return to earth, a return to memories that once should stay buried. tightening her jacket, she sits across from him at the parisian cafe, out of sight, deep in mind. the paparazzi won't catch johnny storm here, in his french suburban hideaway (an honored invitation, a thank you. a place away from the eyes. ) Β β Β are you going to just stare at me the entire time? Β β Β she's used to him, this little escapist game they play. an eyebrow is raised as jean drinks the overpriced latte, wondering how uncomfortable johnny storm could be in the moment.
sisterhood : what would susan say? sunglasses hide the distate, hide the eyebags. no caffeine can fix the scars of unslept nights. Β β Β β johnny, i thought we were friends. β | @nightswove -> johnny storm.
graphics by @reudhood hi :3
HANDS TOUCH HIS, warmth in every gesture. they're old friends, old lovers. where jean grey's memories go, scott summers' ghost follows. it is a quiet morning, the first one they've had in many; a soft sunrise as she sits atop the roof. years ago, she held the hand of a boy she loved on this roof. years ago β things were simpler. the view melts away, the picture burns, the sun hidden by a cloud. her mind is her best friend, and her worst enemy. jean stares straight into his eyes, wanting an answer without words. wanting him to tell her it'll be okay. the pain throbs, the memories haunt. how can you be two people at once? how can you be a villain and a hero? how can you deserve any good? Β β Β the dreams came back.Β Β β Β
they've never stopped. i relive the memories too often to burden you. ππ’πͺ πππ‘ π π§πππ π¬π’π¨ π§πππ§ π§ππ πππ₯π π¬π’π¨ ππ’π©π ππ¦ π π π’π‘π¦π§ππ₯? ππ’πͺ ππ’ π¬π’π¨ ππ’π©π π π π’π‘π¦π§ππ₯?
Β β Β i can't tell what's real and what's not.Β β Β her voice a whisper, a surrender. she holds the white flag, she falls before her demons. this is how it ends. Β β Β scott. i think its time i ended things. once and for all. β | @optiblasts
SHATTERED GLASS PAINTS A FEAR OF MIRRORS,Β Β Β irony is the strangest of bedfellows β lady grey paints her face : jean sees the vision of a woman clothed in black, she's evil, she's good. she goes back & forth over & over again Β that's why she's stationed here, like a rock Β [trapped.Β a prisoner to her mind that is far more untrustworthy than the phoenix ever thought, a distrustful apathetic creature that destroys all. how could that be her? how could she be that monster? so they send her here. they put her behind glass like a zoo animal. a freak show.]Β Β Β Β Β Β you were meant to do so much good jean grey β how heavy you failed. Β Β Β scott says its a curse, an addiction. is that why she's here? is that why jean's supposed to talk it out with carol danvers like some bullshit therapy? eyes roll, leaning against her glass cage. for show. they know, unspoken rules β she could easily escape. instead she sits. wanting a drink. wanting answers. madness is a an old companion, carol is a stranger. lips purse, facade breaks β β what, no one else was up to it? βΒ :Β her anger will be the death of her, her pride her fault.Β Β there is no smoke when she burns,Β there is no corpse.
she burns all she touches, the remorse weighing too heavily.
Β Β βΒ Β you don't have to be hereΒ βΒ [π don't want anyone to see me like this. i don't want them to know. i don't want them to see me plan my death yet, the screams never stop, i killed them. i killed them all.]Β Β you owe me nothing. i'm a stranger to you.Β Β β Β Β Β do not show me kindness, do not show me weakness. | @warbyrds
i love u jean grey i love u marvel comics i love u silly little drawings
your name at my temple βπππππ πππππ ππ π ππππππ πππ.
happy birthday mara !!Β @telejeanβ
