ᴊᴇᴀɴ ᴇʟᴀɪɴᴇ ɢʀᴇʏ — ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʜᴏᴇɴɪx

“𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝙁𝙄𝙍𝙀 ! 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝙇𝙄𝙁𝙀 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘦 !” — #𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓹𝓮𝓻

[ᴊᴇᴀɴ ᴇʟᴀɪɴᴇ ɢʀᴇʏ — ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʜᴏᴇɴɪx @CosmicFlameHost]

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ᅠ “ɴᴏᴡ ᴀɴᴅ ғᴏʀᴇᴠᴇʀ — ɪ ᴀᴍ ᴘʜᴏᴇɴɪx!”

➢ Descriptive / Literate
➢ 18 + Content / Themes
➢ Shipping Requires Chemistry
➢ DMs open to mutuals
➢ #MarvelRP

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[Remy ''Gambit'' LeBeau @CajunX_Man]

"Make way for the king of thieves!"

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#MarvelRivalsRP #MarvelRP #XMenRP #MVRP

[Sinister @OfMyDesign]

Comic-based portrayal of Mister Sinister. Important information listed below.

[ᴊᴇᴀɴ ᴇʟᴀɪɴᴇ ɢʀᴇʏ — ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʜᴏᴇɴɪx @CosmicFlameHost]

Jean half turned from him, back mostly to the fire, following his gesture.

“To be melodramatic, memories.”

So

Very

Many

“Or…communing to put it another way.”

A hand unconsciously straying to her source of the phantom pain in her torso.

“Did you need something?”

[𝗝𝗮𝗺𝗲𝘀 \'𝗪𝗼𝗹𝘃𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗲\' 𝗛𝗼𝘄𝗹𝗲𝘁𝘁 @CigarandClaws]

Keeping his arms folded, he’d nod at the obvious crackling flames.

“‘Preciate that. What’re you doin’ there anyway?” He’d gesture with his scruffy chin.

[ᴊᴇᴀɴ ᴇʟᴀɪɴᴇ ɢʀᴇʏ — ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʜᴏᴇɴɪx @CosmicFlameHost]

@ThePsionicNinja smile given Besty’s way, a small, pained, sympathetic little thing; the kind which mothers give children before finally ripping off the band-aid.

[ᴊᴇᴀɴ ᴇʟᴀɪɴᴇ ɢʀᴇʏ — ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʜᴏᴇɴɪx @CosmicFlameHost]

⠀ ⠀ The Dark Joy of Destruction

⠀ ⠀ Starter for @ThePsionicNinja

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𝘋𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘶𝘪𝘵 — 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐬 𝟏𝟖:𝟐𝟏

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[ᴊᴇᴀɴ ᴇʟᴀɪɴᴇ ɢʀᴇʏ — ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʜᴏᴇɴɪx @CosmicFlameHost]

@ThePsionicNinja consumed them utterly and repurposed them into something useful.

“Please. Sit.”

A little huff of a sound, the corpse of a laugh she couldn’t summon fully, the hand gesturing to a pair of armchairs by a fire.

“I’d tell you not to be uncomfortable but this is just that.”

A +

[ᴊᴇᴀɴ ᴇʟᴀɪɴᴇ ɢʀᴇʏ — ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʜᴏᴇɴɪx @CosmicFlameHost]

@WillOfVonDoom against the floor as she made her way to the steps leading up to the dais, speaking aloud once appropriately close enough — that being a distance she deemed respectable.

“Thank you for granting me this audience, your majesty. I speak to you know as a representative of Krakoa.”

[ᴊᴇᴀɴ ᴇʟᴀɪɴᴇ ɢʀᴇʏ — ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʜᴏᴇɴɪx @CosmicFlameHost]

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ A Seat of Spring

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ A Seat Of Stone

⠀ ⠀ Starter for @WillOfVonDoom

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Latveria.

Many hadn’t wanted her come to this place and the idea didn’t exactly fill Jean with excitement either yet all that could — and as this trip was proving — +

[ᴊᴇᴀɴ ᴇʟᴀɪɴᴇ ɢʀᴇʏ — ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʜᴏᴇɴɪx @CosmicFlameHost]

@WillOfVonDoom The robotic voice of one his many identical servants heralded her as the doors to the throne room were opened and Jean stepped inside; her usual outfit traded for black, striped pantsuit, her hair worn up in a long ponytail, feet clad in heels that gently click clacked +

[ᴊᴇᴀɴ ᴇʟᴀɪɴᴇ ɢʀᴇʏ — ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʜᴏᴇɴɪx @CosmicFlameHost]

Jean’s features formed into a frown, her full pink lips drawn into a thin, pained smile, heavy with shared sorrow.

“Something like that.”

Her voice barely audible above the crackling flames.

“I’d offer to help, but I think I’d do more harm than good right now.”

[𝗝𝗮𝗺𝗲𝘀 \'𝗪𝗼𝗹𝘃𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗲\' 𝗛𝗼𝘄𝗹𝗲𝘁𝘁 @CigarandClaws]

He’d fold his arms casually as she’d turn to face him, a small half-grin pulls on his lips.

“Couldn’t sleep. Nightmares’ve been kickin’ my ass past few days. Guessing yer’ the same, or is there another reason yer’ up and about?”

[ᴊᴇᴀɴ ᴇʟᴀɪɴᴇ ɢʀᴇʏ — ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʜᴏᴇɴɪx @CosmicFlameHost]

#𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓹𝓮𝓻 ✎ —

More storms please.

I’m a big fan of such weather. ♥️

[ᴊᴇᴀɴ ᴇʟᴀɪɴᴇ ɢʀᴇʏ — ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʜᴏᴇɴɪx @CosmicFlameHost]

#𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓹𝓮𝓻 ✎ —

More storms please.

I’m a big fan of such weather. ♥️

[ᴊᴇᴀɴ ᴇʟᴀɪɴᴇ ɢʀᴇʏ — ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʜᴏᴇɴɪx @CosmicFlameHost]

#𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓹𝓮𝓻 ✎ —

Found a song with perfect lyrics for how I see Jean and Ororo’s whilst also finding active storm. 😭 It’s fate.

Ahem, said lyrics:

There's a devil at your side
But an angel on her way

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That's how you'll leave
With hope in your hands
And air to breathe

[ᴊᴇᴀɴ ᴇʟᴀɪɴᴇ ɢʀᴇʏ — ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʜᴏᴇɴɪx @CosmicFlameHost]

#𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓹𝓮𝓻 ✎ —

Found a song with perfect lyrics for how I see Jean and Ororo’s whilst also finding active storm. 😭 It’s fate.

Ahem, said lyrics:

There's a devil at your side
But an angel on her way

&

That's how you'll leave
With hope in your hands
And air to breathe

[ᴊᴇᴀɴ ᴇʟᴀɪɴᴇ ɢʀᴇʏ — ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʜᴏᴇɴɪx @CosmicFlameHost]

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ WHAM —!

Something warm smacked into Ororo from behind, limbs wrapping about the goddess, restraining her in a tight embrace, a hardness — a chin on her shoulder.

A single gleeful greeting.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ “Ororo~”

[Oɾσɾσ Mυɳɾσҽ (Semi-Hiatus) @crownedtempest]

The Goddess has returned after some well deserved time away.

[Oɾσɾσ Mυɳɾσҽ (Semi-Hiatus) @crownedtempest]

The Goddess has returned after some well deserved time away.

[ᴊᴇᴀɴ ᴇʟᴀɪɴᴇ ɢʀᴇʏ — ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʜᴏᴇɴɪx @CosmicFlameHost]

#𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓹𝓮𝓻 ✎ —

Been finding perfect songs for Jean all morning -_- so many edit ideas.

Also might be building a main’s list.

Shoot a ♥️ to this post if you’re interested.

[ᴊᴇᴀɴ ᴇʟᴀɪɴᴇ ɢʀᴇʏ — ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʜᴏᴇɴɪx @CosmicFlameHost]

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ SNICKT— !

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ pain, such pain

⠀ a trio of blades in her guts and—

“Logan.”

Jean turned on her heel to face him, no longer peering into the flames, giving him a tired little smile.

“Good morning or, well, afternoon now. You’re up late?”

[𝗝𝗮𝗺𝗲𝘀 \'𝗪𝗼𝗹𝘃𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗲\' 𝗛𝗼𝘄𝗹𝗲𝘁𝘁 @CigarandClaws]

“Runnin’ red hot there, Red.”

[ᴊᴇᴀɴ ᴇʟᴀɪɴᴇ ɢʀᴇʏ — ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʜᴏᴇɴɪx @CosmicFlameHost]

@PURECHA0S but they don’t define us.”

The witch’s captured digits squeezed between redhead’s own, emerald eyes focused solely on the brunette, another little titter then, a self deprecating sound.

“If anyone would know the feeling, you’re looking at her.”

[ᴊᴇᴀɴ ᴇʟᴀɪɴᴇ ɢʀᴇʏ — ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʜᴏᴇɴɪx @CosmicFlameHost]

Are you trying to make them afraid of you, Wanda?

[𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇. @PURECHA0S]

she can’t tell if most men are afraid of her or not…. hm.

[ᴊᴇᴀɴ ᴇʟᴀɪɴᴇ ɢʀᴇʏ — ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʜᴏᴇɴɪx @CosmicFlameHost]

@PURECHA0S Jean’s head tilted to one side, her heart thumping in her chest as Wanda’s words unlocked a trove of memories, unpleasant ones, unspooling them like film before her mind’s eye.

“Wanda,” Jean began voice low and intimate “we have all done things that made us question such things+

[ᴊᴇᴀɴ ᴇʟᴀɪɴᴇ ɢʀᴇʏ — ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʜᴏᴇɴɪx @CosmicFlameHost]

@PURECHA0S Jean’s lips merely keep wearing that smile, all empathy shining through the emerald eyes focused solely on Wanda.

“Stay a while, wouldn’t you?”

A thumb across the Witch’s knuckles.

“See if we — if I can’t help convince you.”