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jean is asleep ― go talk to nat

ㅤㅤshe very obviously didn't believe him , but she wasn't about to argue either. she wished that he would trust her enough to be honest , but she knew that vulnerability was really hard for a lot of people , she was one of them , and it wasn't about her. NOT EVERYTHING WAS ABOUT HER. 

ㅤㅤ" I'm sorry if I haven't been here enough for you , @wonder-winged. " finally , she did allow her hand to connect with his forearm , but she was forceful with her shields to stop herself from entering his mind. " I'm going to do better. "

❝Jeannie. Whatever you feel—— or think you feel, is nothing. Everything, and everyone, is just fine. ❞

A hand to reach out, oh, if only he was so lucky. ❝I'm fine. ❞

I'm working on replies across all blogs right now , jean's should be coming up shortly <3 feel free to ask about my disc/ord or message me if you want to plot!

ㅤㅤher breath was coming in short bursts , remnants of the pain the woman on the ground had felt pulsing throughout her body. she had opened herself in order to feel if the woman's heart was beating properly or if she was truly damaged by the surge of electricity that Mary Jane had dealt her. " who is she? why was she coming for you , @watsonjackpot? " her brows furrowed as she looked between the two ago. " she can't possibly just be a crazed fan , right? " 

ㅤㅤ" I'm not even sure if I can explain how it happened... " she began , staring without seeing the wreckage before her. she'd lost control again , she'd done more damage than good again. " are you not afraid to be near me , @sonicanary? "

ㅤㅤdark green eyes narrowed as the empath took a step back , wanting to keep as much room between the two as possible. " what did you do to him , @spidrclone? and don't lie. "

ㅤㅤ" hey. " her voice was soft , careful. she stared into the eyes of the younger woman , her head tilting slightly as she studied the expression on @emmatriarchy's face. " if anyone understands , you know it's me. "

ㅤㅤthe redhead tilted her head to the side , a soft smile on her face as she looked over the kitchen island at the other woman in the room. " I have to train tonight , are you busy @vvasilisa ? " she didn't want to train with Scott and it had been a while since the two women on the team had time to talk. 

ㅤㅤ" we're never going to get anything done if we're at each other's throats , @symbioteburnout. " the redhead sighed , steadying herself to try and calm down. she didn't know what was causing her to fight with Andi , but something was up. " do you feel it too? "

ㅤㅤ" I don't know what I'm supposed to do , @cloudrides. I feel so lost all the time. " she turned to the woman , hands reaching for those of her friend. " it's not supposed to feel like this , right? "

ㅤㅤ" I know you're in pain , @wonder-winged. " her fingers twitched slightly , considering reaching out to him but she thought better about it. " Warren , I can feel it. " 

ㅤㅤ𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐘  𝐌𝐄  𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄.  𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐘  𝐌𝐄  𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇  𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄  ㅤ.  ㅤ.ㅤ  .ㅤ  𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐘  𝐌𝐄  𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇  𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒  ,  𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓  𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐁𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐍  𝐅𝐑𝐔𝐈𝐓  𝐀𝐍𝐃  𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐘  𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐄  ㅤ―  ㅤ𝚃𝙴𝙻𝙴𝙿𝟺𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙲  is  a  plot  drive  and mutuals  only  writing  blog  for  𝙹𝙴𝙰𝙽  𝙶𝚁𝙴𝚈  formally  of  marvel  comics  ,  reimagined  by  𝚅𝙴𝙽𝙳𝙴𝚃𝚃𝙰  🔪

“i am afraid that if i open myself i will not stop pouring. (why do i fear becoming a river. what mountain gave me such shame.)”

— Jamie Oliveira, “Erosion”

⭒˚｡🖁‧₊˚ 〖 down these mean streets . . . 〗 a collection of scene prompts inspired by n͟e͟o͟-n͟o͟i͟r͟, v͟i͟o͟l͟e͟n͟c͟e͟, c͟o͟n͟t͟r͟o͟l͟, e͟t͟c͟. some prompts usfw. add +reversed for the receiving muse to be "the sender" instead. adjust details as necessary.

dead end. there's nowhere left to run; the sender has cornered you at last. anonymous. disguising your voice, you call the sender to threaten/warn them. loose ends. you thought you killed them! but there's the sender, walking your way. ashtray. your cigarette smokes as you extinguish it on the sender's skin. deck. you lick the sender's blood from your knuckles, still stinging from the punch. backstab. end of the road, pal—you reveal you're double-crossing the sender. blunt. hidden in the shadows, you press your gun to the sender's back.

heel. you stare at the sender from across the room and beckon them to you. fix. not looking like that—disapproving, you fix the sender's appearance. tilt. you take the sender's chin in your hand and make them meet your gaze. staccato. irritated, the sender drums their fingers against you beneath the table. listen. the sender disobeys and you swat their curious hand away. fasten. just something i picked up—you clasp a necklace/tie/etc. on the sender. quiet. you press a finger to the sender's lips and tell them to be patient.

vomit. you can't handle this; you vomit as the sender groans about leaving evidence. wink. don't worry—you wink as you assure the sender you have no morals to offend. up front. the sender's job is a doozy; you demand half the payment now or you walk. hush. talk is cheap but you sure aren't. you accept the hush money from the sender. crossfire. you realize the sender asking you to put out a hit is your next target. gulp. hard to argue with a bullet; you agree to the sender's demands. jugular. you hold your breath as the sender uses you to demonstrate how the murder weapon was used to strangle the victim.

patron. you know the sender is hired to keep you spending but you linger anyway. last call. the sender has one final cigarette in their pack; you take it without asking. loose lips. the sender pours you another glass as you finally confess. bills. it's on me—you pay for the sender's meal. cozy. there aren't enough seats open; you pull the sender onto your lap with a grin. coffee. you look like hell—you press a cup of coffee to the sender's hands. waiting. you duck into the bus stop to escape the rain, intruding on the sender.

gutter. the trail of blood ends and you find the sender broken on the ground. speak up. you press the knife in deeper as the sender swears they didn't betray you. plaster. it's not pretty but it'll do; you wince as the sender patches your wounds. empty. you laugh at the sender as you throw your gun aside, finally out of bullets. rat. the sender falls to their knees and agrees to tell you everything they know. smother. you clasp a hand over the sender's mouth to keep from being heard. cut our losses. the sender won't make it; you leave them to die.

voyeur. you know the sender's watching; you open the blinds so they can watch. slip of the tongue. the sender whispers another's name against your skin. sign here. the sender traces a finger over [your choice], asking you to leave a mark. desk. your most enticing assignment yet: the sender bent over your desk. handcuffs. the sender dangles the key, teasing, but you hope they take their time. window. you press the sender against the glass, watching the city watching them. harsh light. what's worse? the hangover or that you can't recall the sender's name.

"In each universe Jean Greys suffers the same horror. And in each universe I am too late to save her. It needs to be changed"

Cyclops on his Phoenix road

Then I Forge You into the End of Worlds

mortality is overrated

Phoenix by Lukas Werneck

ㅤ ㅤher first reaction is to tell him to go , nothing bad or insulting to him just the fact that she really felt talked out. she'd been doing so much and felt so stressed and overwhelmed , alone time sounded really good to her. but before she could open her mouth to relay that message , the redhead paused. it was true that she wanted to relax and be alone , but that didn't necessarily have to exclude @bothsidesofaquestion. 

ㅤㅤ" no , no. " she shook her head , finally opening her eyes to look up at him. " stay ― please stay. " she reached out beside her , patting the ground as an offering. " the water is nice. " before he even moved to sit beside her , Jean felt good about her decision to invite him to stay. it had been a while since they'd had a moment to check in , see how the other was doing. "it's been a PRETTY CRAZY RIDE , huh? "

tag drop.

┆ ┆ ┆ ┆⋆ 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝙸𝚂 𝚆𝙷𝚈 𝚆𝙴 𝙲𝙰𝙽'𝚃 𝙷𝙰𝚅𝙴 𝙽𝙸𝙲𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶𝚂 ⋆ V

┆ ┆ ┆ ┆⋆ 𝚆𝙴 𝙲𝚁𝚄𝚂𝙷 𝙻𝙸𝙴𝚂 ; 𝚆𝙴𝙰𝙿𝙾𝙽𝙸𝚉𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚃𝚁𝚄𝚃𝙷 ⋆ VI

┆ ┆ ┆ ┆⋆ 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙲𝙰𝙽'𝚃 𝙱𝚄𝚁𝙽 𝙼𝙴 𝙸𝙵 𝙸'𝙼 𝙰𝙻𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙳𝚈 𝙾𝙽 𝙵𝙸𝚁𝙴 ⋆ VII

┆ ┆ ┆ ┆⋆ 𝙴𝚅𝙴𝙽 𝚃𝙷𝙾𝚄𝙶𝙷 𝙸𝚃 𝙵𝙴𝙴𝙻𝚂 𝙻𝙸𝙺𝙴 𝚆𝙴'𝚁𝙴 𝙰𝚃 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙴𝙽𝙳 ; 𝙸𝚃'𝚂 𝙾𝙽𝙻𝚈 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙱𝙴𝙶𝙸𝙽𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙶 ⋆ VIII

┆ ┆ ┆ ┆⋆ 𝙸 𝙷𝙰𝚅𝙴 𝙰 𝙺𝙽𝙰𝙲𝙺 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝙸𝙽𝚃𝚄𝙸𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶𝚂 ⋆ IX

┆ ┆ ┆ ┆⋆ 𝚆𝙰𝚂𝙷 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚂𝙾𝚁𝚁𝙾𝚆 𝙾𝙵𝙵 𝙼𝚈 𝚂𝙸𝙽 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝚂𝙷𝙾𝚆 𝙼𝙴 𝙷𝙾𝚆 𝚃𝙾 𝙱𝙴 𝚆𝙷𝙾𝙻𝙴 𝙰𝙶𝙰𝙸𝙽 ⋆ X

┆ ┆ ┆ ┆⋆ 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝚂𝙰𝙱𝙾𝚃𝙰𝙶𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶𝚂 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙻𝙾𝚅𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙼𝙾𝚂𝚃 ⋆ XI

┆ ┆ ┆ ┆⋆ 𝙵𝙾𝚁𝙴𝚅𝙴𝚁 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙴𝚅𝙴𝚁 𝙸 𝙰𝙼 𝙰 𝙿𝙰𝚁𝚃 𝙾𝙵 𝚈𝙾𝚄 ⋆ scott summers

#𝚃𝙴𝙻𝙴𝙿𝟺𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙲ㅤ  .ㅤ  .ㅤ  .ㅤ  plot  driven  and mutuals  only  writing  blog  for  𝙹𝙴𝙰𝙽  𝙶𝚁𝙴𝚈  ,  originally  created  by  𝙼𝙰𝚁𝚅𝙴𝙻  𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙸𝙲𝚂  and  reimagined  by  𝚅𝙴𝙽𝙳𝙴𝚃𝚃𝙰🔪.  headcanon  based  with  small  influence  from  the  animated  series  and  616  comics.  twenty  ―  one  plus  only. permanent  semi  ―  hiatus.  established  in  2020  and  forever  evolving. 

ㅤ  ㅤ  ㅤ  ㅤ 𝙲𝙰𝚁𝚁𝙳ㅤ  .ㅤ  .ㅤ  .ㅤ  𝙸𝙽𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙴𝚂𝚃ㅤ  .ㅤ  .ㅤ  .ㅤ  𝚆𝙸𝙳𝙾𝚆