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full name: jean elaine grey.
age: 27.
face claims: comics 𖬺 famke janssen.
sexuality: bisexual.𝖎f you were to look for dr. jean grey, you would not find her at the xavier institute. the x-mansion is dust. the classroom where she taught genetics is a crater. the medlab where she once tended to logan's not-really-there-wounds is a memory scoured from the earth.the bench she would love sitting on in the courtyard is gone. the sky she gazed into had been rewritten.now, jean grey wanders. she is a solitary figure moving through the rough stuff of time and space, a woman-shaped constellation navigating the arteries of the cosmos. she is not twenty-seven anymore. she is ageless, a point of consciousness adrift in the continuum, and the silence within her has expanded to fill the void between galaxies.the pale ghost of scott's ring is the least of the absences she carries. she carries the absence of everyone. the end of her marriage was a personal grief, a fracture in a single heart. what came after was an extinction. she had walked the timelines, seen the branches where they all fell ━━ ororo. hank. logan, allowing the adamantium to claim him. she has seen the world end not with a bang, but with a silent, empty whimper.and so she searches. this is her new purpose, the third place she can always be found ━━ lost in time, sifting through the ashes of might-have-beens and never-weres. she traces the psychic echoes of the friends she used to know, following the fading scent of logan's cigar smoke through a century, the crackle of ororo's lightning in a dead universe, the faint, familiar rhythm of scott's mind in a reality where he never loved her.she died on a shuttle crash. she died as 𝖕𝖍𝖔𝖊𝖓𝖎𝖝. but those were rehearsals for this eternal existence. each death was an unmaking. each return, a reassembly that left cracks in her soul, through which the light of creation were now leaking.you cannot be unmade and remade without becoming something entirely new. a 𝖌𝖔𝖉𝖉𝖊𝖘𝖘, yes, but not one who lives on olympus. a goddess who is the wilderness itself.the compassion that once defined her is still there, a genuine, powerful force, but its scale is terrifying. she has wept nebulae into existence and sung solar systems to sleep. she flirts with reality itself, a glint in her cosmic eye as she tweaks a gravitational constant just to see what beautiful pattern might emerge. it feels, for a moment, like touching down after a long fight. like a memory of coffee and laugher.she is a cosmic entity who remembers how to brew a decent pot of coffee in a kitchen that no longer exists.and her central conflict, the quiet melancholy that defines her endless journey, is the same, only magnified across all of existence. she is torn between two primal, aching longings.the first is a human heart's longing for 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊. to be known. not as a force of nature, but as jean. to have someone remember the way she hummed off-key, her obsession with horror movies, the specific way she liked her toast. she aches for a touch that could ground her to a single moment in time, to a reality that feels like home.the second is her soul's longing for the 𝖈𝖔𝖘𝖒𝖔𝖘. it's a homesickness for the infinite that she now is. a pull to finally stop fighting it, to shed the last vestige of her human form and let her consciousness expand until she is the solar winds, until she becomes the rings of saturn.she knows this search through time may be a final, beautiful echo of her own humanity. a refusal to accept that the cradle is now empty.so she does not sit on a bench anymore. she moves. she lifts her face to the light of a billion suns, a woman forever existing in the space between then and now, between memory and oblivion, forever chasing the echoes of a family she lost, through the ruins of time.

literate rp . not nsfw/lewd focused . literate nsfw on the tl, otherwise it will be in dms . ooc chats are welcomed . feel free to tag/dm multiple times if i don't reply ❨𝙳𝙾𝙽'𝚃 𝙰𝙱𝚄𝚂𝙴 𝙸𝚃❩ . do not send unsolicited dick pics or nudes in dms . no spamming or insisting if i don't reply . no harassment or disrespect . banters are appreciated .

as previously stated, this account isn't a lewd/nsfw focused. however, i can totally write smut with people who are comfortable with it. no lewd content will be shared on the tl from now on. here is a list of what i can write if smut presents itself.╱ ೫˚࿔ ━━ 𝗬𝗘𝗦 .ᐟtelepathy . power play . dom/sub . praise . choking . hair pulling . obsession . breeding . rough . sweet . emotional . marking . spanking . public . edging . worship . devotion . tenderness . deep connection . oral fixation . anal . handsy . dirty talk . jealousy . toys . threesome . double penetration ❨ dm for more . . . ❩╱ ೫˚࿔ ━━ 𝗢𝗙𝗙-𝗟𝗜𝗠𝗜𝗧𝗦 .ᐟnon-con . rape . underage . incest . toilet play . gore . vore . feet . face slapping . harm . degradation . humiliation . extreme pain . race play . hardcore bdsm . zoophilia . age play ❨ dm for more . . . ❩if you're unsure about a topic, ask before bringing it up.