#x-men dark phoenix spoilers

[hotstreak2k3]

Jean Grey will forever remain the Phoenix!

[ladyblueberrymuffin]

"You're lucky I have a strong moral core, or I'd be serving so much cunt on you right now"

[thefangirlfever]

X-men 97 highlights (spoilers):

please, Erik, go to therapy

Charles and Erik basically going to counselor therapy (finally)

✨️Women✨️

Jean saves everyone, Jubilee slays and Rogue is an absolute badass

Younger Magneto 😳

Bastion morphs into his Super-Saiyan-villain form

"No one will hurt my family again"

Charles and Erik psychically make out

another Martin Luther King reference

Kurt beating Bastion with a spanner (my boy, I'm so proud of you)

Morph's only purpose being to tell Logan 'I love you' (as Jean but still... Let them be canon!)

"Magneto is alive!"

Every music was so damn epic

I need Professor X to motivate me this way in my life

En Sabah Nur (oh Lord, f**k)

Where is Storm?!?

Where are Logan and Morph?

The cameos!!!

[she-karev]

FAVORITE X-MEN '97 MEMBER (as voted by my followers) #9. Jean Grey/Marvel Girl/Phoenix/Dark Phoenix 👩🏻‍🦰🔥

[pickleandthequeen]

Wow killing Mystique?? That’s a choice

[cocoabubbelle]

Unpopular Opinion

Spoilers under the cut:

Marvel Comics: Jean Grey dies!

Me:

[nthflower]

Jean died rip Jean.

[klm-zoflorr]

Brb gotta cry about how devastatingly hot michael fassbender is in the dark phoenix movie

I'm that *dry heaving* I need a moment meme except i'm actually doing it because i can't handle him

[azurecanary]

I will say, while i enjoyed D&W, i fail to see how it celebrated the FoX-Men films, apart from just a bunch of cameos

[moldybonessmell]

Magneto was right and it's not funny

It is very sad actually.

//SPOILERS Deadpool and Wolverine

In X-Men 2000 Erik and Charles have this dialogue going on:

Erik: Doesn't it ever wake you up in the middle of the night? The feeling that someday they will pass that foolish law or one just like it and come for you and your children?

Charles: It does indeed.

Erik: What do you do when you wake up to that?

Charles: I feel a great swell of pity for the poor soul who comes to that school looking for trouble.

Every single time Charles appears he pushes this idea that there's always hope and not all people are as evil as the ones in 1940s.

But the true is that every single movie proves Charles wrong.

For example, Days of Future Past is all about mutant genocide. And even tho in the past they stopped it from happening, every movie comes to the same point of some laws to potentially limit mutants' rights.

From what I've seen at this point going chronologically (even tho this order might be controvercial):

First Class - 1962 - fear towards mutants and the attempt to completely vipe this one Cuba beach to kill all known mutants at the moment;

Days of Future Past - 1973 - political heat about mutants and first mutant-killer machines;

Apocalypse - 1983 - on a lower scale but Erik's family gets killed just because people fear him (shows us apparent society views);

Dark Phoenix - 1991 - very unstable peace and then new political heat about mutants;

X-Men - 2000 - (even tho it's alternate reality) new laws about mutants are about to get passed;

X2 X-Men United - 2003 - attack planned by Striker caused political heat again and a very devastating one. Watching Bobby's parents say "have you tried to not be a mutant" is actually painful;

Days of Future Past - 2023 - complete mutant genocide;

Deadpool and Wolverine - 2024 - (really not sure which timeline is this) ALL the X-Men got killed and Logan couldn't help them, it is stated that "humans came" so we know it wasn't other mutants' job.

And these are only the ones I remember properly (read: rewatched recently).

So with all of this information I came to the conclusion that in the x men universe mutants, unfortunately, will never live in peace.

This is it, thank you for reading.

Edit: added info about X2 X-Men United after watching

[sugar-phoenix]

Intro + Masterlist 📖🌱✒️

take two on my big intro post

Introduction

Hello! I'm sugarphoenix (you can call me sugar or phoenix) and I'm a writer and aspiring author from the US. Here's the basic rundown:

19 years old

she/her pronouns

aside from writing, I am an aspiring UX/UI designer. I hope to one day be a pioneer in the industry.

feel free to tag me in anything! I enjoy being tagged in tag games, even if I might not have the time to get around to all of them.

Genres I often write in:

fantasy/romantasy

animal elements i.e. at least one character is an animal shifter/has animalistic traits/characters are compared to animals metaphorically

finding oneself in the mess

dark fantasy/ethereal vibes

You can also find me on ao3 with the same name + here's my kofi if you ever want to tip me <3 taglist: @ashirisu

Current WIP(s)

The Blood That Bonds Us: A fantasy novel that can be succinctly summed up as Rapunzel with Red Riding Hood elements; where Rapunzel is also the Wolf, and the Prince is also Red Riding Hood.

Summary:

There is a prophecy in the kingdom of Venatoria that a Black Wolf will rise from the forest and bring destruction and a new reign to the kingdom. Because of this, generations of royals have hunted down and killed most of the Wolves that reside in the surrounding forest.

Prince Rhydian's father was no different, and he died in a hunt when Rhydian was only a child. But now Rhydian is no longer a child, and he's old enough to prove his worthiness to the crown and possibly take the kingdom back from the greedy crown regent, Alaric. Alaric, however, sets a heavy task for the prince: he must go and rescue a maiden that has been locked in a tower by a witch near a neighboring village. Many young men have tried and failed to rescue her, and the witch is ruthless. But Rhydian will do anything if it means he can reclaim his father's crown and throne.

Daciana has spent all her life in a tall tower. She is protected and held captive by the witch Dame Gothel, who found her in the forest and recognized her for what she is: the Black Wolf. Dame Gothel doesn't hold back on telling her this, and Daciana knows of her fate. She is a monster, a bringer of destruction, and one of the most hated enemies of Venatoria, who are blissfully unaware of her existence. Daciana doesn't feel like a monster, and perhaps life outside the tower isn't that bad, despite what she's been told. But although Dame Gothel has done all she can to keep Daciana within the tower, it's often ill-advised to try and fight destiny. And it will only be so long before the beast is freed from her prison.

CHARACTER TAGS: #♚ . rhydian / #✧ . daciana / #◦ . vincent

This is my main WIP, and the one I'm working the most on.

POSTED WRITING

Blood That Bonds Us Snippets -- screenshots taken directly from my scrivener that give you a little peek into the first draft

Chapter 1 snippet -- snippet of chapter 1 of the first draft

rhydian. -- short character exploration for Rhydian

mourning your captor, your only mother -- short snippet of Daciana's POV (spoilers)

Fanfictions

As of 6/22/2024, any further fanfiction will be posted on my fanfiction blog @sugarphoenixlovesfanfic !!

Fandoms that I'm in:

Honkai Star Rail

Wuthering Waves

My Hero Academia

Deponia

Honkai Star Rail Fics

the new barista -- a super short drabble about a college au in which Dan Heng is the cute barista at your college's cafe.

Death of a Cowboy -- in which I rewrite and expand upon Boothill's past.

𖥔 . overheating . 𖥔 -- Boothill overheats in your getaway vehicle.

cowboy, you have a hard time wrapping things up neatly. ✦ -- Boothill is loud and messy but he grows on you. One day he does something unexpected.

I think I'll take my noodles spicy -- You stop by Jiaoqiu's stall to try his noodles. They are very. Spicy.

My Hero Academia Fics

unfinished hawks x oc fanfic (ao3 link)

"there's this thing I want to say to you" -- short fluffy drabble about Hawks confessing his love to unnamed fem character

Deponia Fics

maudlin -- a short fluffy fic that expands a scene in Deponia Doomsday (spoilers)

All fanfiction can be found under the tag #✤.fanfics .

Short Stories / Miscellaneous

All my writing can be found under the tag #✎ . writings

drabbles in red

complete short stories in pink

Masterlist:

she was a monster (monster) -- short drabble that uses experimental writing

Flash Fiction Friday Prompt "On The Edge" -- short drabble that follows the prompt. it may or may not be somewhat connected to "she was a monster (monster)."

I wrote that one tumblr post -- i wrote a couple of one shots of that one tumblr post with a crow and a cat being familiars and trying to find their witches.

dagger queen -- exercise where I write a drabble using two prompts. dark fantasy/romantasy vibes.

un-satyr -- COMPLETE short story about a satyr who is different from the rest.

vampire x poisoned werewolf -- COMPLETE (?) short story about a vampire and a werewolf putting aside their differences (and perhaps getting a bit too close) in order to save one of them.

cherry red -- flash fiction about a girl and what she leaves behind.

my roommate is a vampire -- currently unfinished short story about a college roommate who is, well, a vampire.

dividers by cafekitsune!

[xxspringmelodyxx]

The Daughter of the Phoenix~

Hello my dear readers! This is going to be a Honkai Star Rail x F. Reader story. I just got into it...I know, I am late to the party, but nevertheless, I wanted to write for them. I'm not going to too much into detail, but basically you were an experiment and have been held up in a lab building for several years. You make a plan to escape and are in the process of executing it. The story continues down below. Enjoy~

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Words ~ 2.9k

Warnings: A little violent, mentions of blood, swearing, maybe a spoiler??

Part I

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I sprinted through the halls as fast as my legs could carry me, desperately looking for a way out. The red, flashing lights were all that I could see, making it incredibly difficult to see anything.

“There she is!” I heard a female voice yell out. 

I snapped my head back, seeing a feminine structure and a group of other men carrying weapons. The woman stared at the other men and yelled angrily at them.

“Don’t just stand there, you dimwits! Get her!”

After her order, the men quickly ran towards me, readying their weapons to fire. My eyes widened in fear as I forced myself to run once again. 

I squinted a bit to help my vision, quickly taking notice of the hallway coming to an end. Thankfully, I looked to the left and saw another pair of doors with the word exit on it. However, just as I was about to push the doors open, a phaser blast came right towards my hand, severely burning it. I shouted in pain, feeling the burning sensation run up my arm and into my chest. 

The man who fired at me caught up to me and grabbed my injured arm, trying to get a good grasp on me. “I’ve got her!” 

I looked up and saw the man had dark brown eyes with a somewhat round face. His chin was covered up by his large, bushy beard. The most noticeable thing, though, was the large scar that started at his eyebrow and ended right at the corner of his lip.

He continued to grip my arm, making my pain worse. He squeezed hard and made me cry out in pain. Without thinking, I took my good arm and swung it to his jaw, hearing his mandible crack a bit. But just with that bit of force, he let go of my arm, hissing in pain as he held his jaw in place. I took that as my chance to keep running, so I did. I pushed the doors open and ran again, still feeling the burning sensation in my arm. 

“You little bitch!” He yelled, trying to run after me.

Another man shot towards me, but missed and ended up hitting a light. Sparks shot out from the electrical outlet, causing other outlets to spark as well, resulting in the other lights to die. 

I looked ahead of me and saw that another end was coming up. I took a sharp right this time, and saw the exit doors. My heart pounded as I saw it, relief washing over me as I knew all of this, all of my pain, would soon be over. 

“She went that way!”

I turned my head back as I kept running, seeing the group of men running after me. What caught me off guard was that they stopped in their tracks, just watching me. I furrowed my eyebrows a bit, but quickly turned my head towards the doors. I was only a few feet from them now. A rush of excitement ran through me as the contact between me and those doors would happen in just a few seconds. 

In three…

Two…

One…

In an instant, I placed my hands on the door and pushed, excited to finally see what was on the outside.

However, as I pushed with all my strength, the doors didn’t move. Not one bit. Confused, I tried to push again, expecting them to open. When that failed again, I grew worried. 

Were they locked? 

I tried again and again, only to be met with failure every time. Suddenly, the doors began to shake and glitch out, making me step back. 

No…

My eyes watched the doors, not blinking once, as I saw the doors fade away. It was fake…the doors were fake!

Tears quickly formed as I understood now why those guards stopped. They knew I was going to fall for it. They just sat there and watched me realize I was going to fail. 

I fell to my knees, tears falling down my face as I realized everything I went through was all for nothing. 

Echoed footsteps begin as the group of men begin to walk towards me. 

“You are going to fucking pay for what you just did.” One of them spoke

“Now, now boys. That's quite enough of that.” A female voice said.

“But miss Jade, she-”

“Do not speak unless you are told to.” She reminded with a menacing voice.

The woman looked down at my fragile frame, smirking.

“Well, you certainly do pack a punch now, don’t you my dear.” She chuckled, placing her hand on my head.

She kneeled down to me, pushing my hair behind my ear.

“Did you have fun? Did you get it all out?” She whispered in my ear, giggling.

I didn’t respond, pain and rage coursing through my veins as I realized they knew I wouldn’t escape. 

Jade didn’t like that I was ignoring her, so she slapped my face, causing me to fall over.

“What is rule number 6? Huh?” She said calmly, smiling sinisterly.

Again, I didn’t respond, my anger getting the better of me. She kicked me in my side, causing me to groan in pain, coughing up a bit of blood.

“Answer me, Y/n. Or else”

I spit out more blood, gathering myself together. 

“Speak when you are spoken to…” I groggily said.

“Good girl.” She said, forcing me back up. She began to walk towards the men. 

“Teach her a lesson. Make sure she doesn’t ever try this again. After you are done, I want you to bring her back to the lab so we can continue our progress. We are nearly 80% close to finishing the Amaian project” She said, leaving them to do whatever they wanted.

“Yes, your honor!” They said, placing a fist over their chest to salute her. They all quickly turned back to me, turning their weapons on.

I stared up at them with teary eyes and begged them to not do this. 

“By the order of the honorary one, we must comply with what she has said.” They all said in unison.

They began to shock me with one of their weapons. They were extremely powerful shocks that left marks all over my body as they continued.

“Please! I'm begging you! Stop!” I pleaded

They didn’t listen. Why would they? For years they have always listened to Jade, making sure everything she says happens. For years they have tortured me without batting an eye. For years, they have slowly fallen under her corruption, and have become inhumane. For years, they have been turning me into a weapon.

The electricity ran throughout my entire body, making my heart speed up and my adrenaline grow. I was so close to escaping. I had spent weeks, no months, on how I could perfectly execute my escape. Only for it all to come crashing down. 

“Khaleesi, I need your help!” I said in my mind

All the emotions I was feeling were crashing down on me all at once. Anger, betrayal, frustration, sadness. All of these were becoming too much for me. 

I kept pleading for them to stop, but no matter how much I tried, they wouldn’t give up. I started to slowly black out from the torture, when out of nowhere I heard something. 

“Let go…” A voice in my head said. 

“Let go…” 

There it was again.

I looked at my burned hand and saw that there was a blackish/greenish hue forming around the tips of my fingers

“Let me handle the rest…” The whispering voice said again.

“Khaleesi?” I tiredly asked. And just before I could get an answer, I felt something powerful wash over me, making me fall into a deep sleep.

—-

The men continued to aim their destabilizers towards you, no emotions on their faces whatsoever. When they heard you talking, they instantly stopped as they tried to figure out what you were saying.

“Khaleesi?” You mumbled, making them confused. Who were you talking to? “Why have we stopped? We must continue to make our honor proud.” One of the men spoke, almost robotically. 

Just as the man who spoke was about to hit you again with the destabilizer, your burned hand rose up and held onto the weapon, the electric shocks not phasing you one bit.

The men blinked down at you, almost as if they were in a state of shock themselves. They looked closer at your hand and upon inspection, they noticed your hand was entirely black with a hint of green. It had a few cracks on it as well that leaked a golden hue. The colors and cracks quickly ran up your arm, but stopped there. Your hair began to float as if there was no gravity around you. 

Suddenly, you chuckled. It was a deep and dark chuckle as well. 

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” You said, snapping your head up to them all. Your hand squeezed around the destabilizer, snapping it in half. 

You quickly stood up and stared at them all menacingly. The men took a step back, grabbing their other weapons to stop you.

“Mmmm, how cute.” You laughed

One of the men ran over to you and used his whip against you. It quickly wrapped around your body, sending electrical shocks all over.

You hissed a bit, glaring at the man who dared to hurt you

You tensed your body up and within an instant, a large burst of energy flew out of your body. The powerful burst shriveled up the whip, having no more use, but it also sent the men flying away from you. 

You ran up to the man with the whip and stared at him.

The man looked up at you with a deadened look, seeing your pitch black, smokey eyes. You stared at him with confusion, not understanding why he wasn’t afraid. 

“You are…not afraid?” You asked, your voice completely different from your normal one. 

“I will not fail our honor.” The man said, ignoring your question. He quickly unleashed his sword, letting it pierce right through your stomach. You yelled out in pain, falling back. You looked behind you and saw a wall. You weren’t sure what was behind it, but all you knew was that you needed to get out.

You quickly ran towards it with inhumane speed. You readied your body for the painful impact you would feel. Just as you reached the wall, you slammed into it, creating a large dent. 

You ran into it again, seeing a small opening. A sudden hit of fresh air hit your nostrils, which made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. Fire began to start from the strong hits you gave the building.

Before you could slam into it again, three men used their whips on you, slashing your back and quickly wrapping the rope around you. You screamed from the painful sting that ran up and down your body.

“Hold it! Keep her in and don’t let her escape! The shocks should be enough to shock the entity out of her consciousness.” One of the men ordered.

Screeching and cries were heard as your body began to slowly fall to the ground. Golden cracks began to form all over your body as you tried to heal yourself, but it still wasn’t enough. 

You turned back at them with such rage. Immediately after, a large burst of fire flew out from the building, burning you a bit. 

“I will not let you separate us!” You yelled. 

You quickly raised your arms, focusing on the fire behind you. The fire started to slowly move along with your motions, growing larger the more your arms raised up. Soon after, other smaller objects and debris from the building began to levitate, almost as if there was no gravity around you.

The men stepped back, completely in awe of what they were witnessing. The fire began to circle around you, wrapping around the whips and burning them. 

Immediately after, you used both of your hands and flung them out, causing the fire and the other objects to follow. The men tried to run away, but the fire was too fast and caught up to them, circling them up into a huddle. They all stood close together, watching the large flames of fire surround them no matter where they turned. The heat from the fire began to burn them, making it hard for them to function. 

You turned around once more and looked at the small opening. Your body was exhausted, having nothing left in it, but you knew you needed to get out

“I am sorry, Y/n. For what I am about to do.”

Suddenly, you held your arms close to your chest, feeling your body tense up. 

Within seconds, your arms radiated a bright light and quickly spread out, releasing all the energy you had in you. A powerful blast hit the wall, and finally broke open. However, when you looked out, expecting to see the beautiful grassy area, you were severely disappointed. There was no ground at all! All you could see was the night sky with a few clouds covering it. Blood slowly trickled down your eyes and nose as you literally used everything you had.

Your body slowly went limp as you lost your consciousness, having no energy left in you. This whole time, the building you were in was high up in the sky.

Before you could save yourself from falling, your whole body went limp as it slowly turned back to normal. The opening in the building sucked you out into the open sky, letting your body fall freely through the clouds.

–Somewhere else–

“I don’t get it. The sound came from right here.” March said with frustration.

“Maybe you stepped on a tree branch.” Dan said nonchalant.

March snapped her head back towards the black haired boy, giving him her death stare.

“It was not a tree branch. It was a loud booming sound, almost as if something large exploded!” She explained.

“Well, maybe it’s further out. We’ll just need to keep walking.” He said, walking past her.

“No! I know it was right here when it happened.”

“How?” He asked

“Because my footprints stop here. I would’ve walked further down, but the sound made me stop and quickly run back to you”

“Well, March. I don’t know what to tell you. There is nothing here. The only possible explanation…” He started, looking up, then back down.

“Is if that sound came from above. And that wouldn’t make sense because there’s nothing up ther- what the hell?” He asked himself, quickly looking back up in the sky. Confused, March also looked up to see what caught Dan's attention. In the sky was a figure falling, no, flailing down.

“What is that?” Dan asked with a bit more concern in his voice.

March squinted her eyes a bit to get a better look, only to quickly realize that it was a body. Her eyes widened as she told Dan what it was.

“What the hell is a body doing up in the sky? And why would it be falling?” He asked

“Nevermind that, you idiot! We have to save them fast!” March yelled in his ear.

He gave a dirty look towards the pink haired girl for screaming in his ear, hearing ringing now. However, he quickly dismissed that and turned his focus back to the body falling to its death. 

“Stay here. I’ll handle it.” He said, running towards the falling body.

He was gone in an instant and March had to stay right where she was. She huffed as she wanted to also help, but knew that she needed to stay here in case something wrong happened.

–

Dan went to the area he knew the body would fall and quickly changed into his dragon form, waiting for it to get a bit closer so that he could catch it. When he saw how close you were, he finally jumped as high as he could, using the wind to help him move further up into the sky. He instantly realized it was a girl around March’s age.

He wrapped his arms under her and landed softly back on the ground, making sure not to cause any harm.

He placed her on the ground to get a good look at her, only to see that her body had many injuries on it. His eyes widened a bit as his brows furrowed with confusion. 

Upon further inspection, he took notice of your face, seeing how bloody and bruised it was.

“What the..” He murmured, placing his hand on your face. He then moved his fingers down to your neck, checking for a pulse.

Thankfully, there was still one there, but just barely. 

He picked you back up and ran back to March. Whoever you were, wherever you came from can be discussed later. All that matters is that they get you to safety and help you heal.

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[nikayna]

Fandoms are wild places nowadays man. Maybe they always were?

I saw a couple takes about Loki and the Loki TV series, and my first instinct was to roll my eyes. But I kept thinking about it, and I realized, taking a peek at their profiles - they’re young. They’ve probably only been reading comics for what, five, MAYBE ten years? And they’re at the age where they’re trying to create their own identities and certain characters or stories or universes are imprinting on them like baby ducks. And I get it, man. I was in that place at that age too.

So let me, an old, just explain something to you.

Stories are never made of stone. They are as air, or water. Mutable.

The story of Loki in the TV series is not the same as the story in the MCU movies. That story is not the same as the current comics run. That story isn’t the same as Agent of Asgard, which isn’t the same as Young Avengers, which isn’t the same as Siege, which isn’t the same as Journey into Mystery. You wouldn’t recognize the very first appearance of a Loki from 1949 as one of the Olympian gods. And NONE of those stories even comes anywhere near the original Norse myth from the Prose Edda.

When you are a storyteller - even if you are working with a character you did not create - you get to WRITE YOUR OWN STORY. Not only that, you SHOULD write your own story. We NEED you to write your own story. Every single human being in this earth has a unique experience and viewpoint. They need to bring that new perspective to old stories.

Because without that, old stories - and the story of Loki is very old indeed - don’t stay preserved in gold amber for all eternity, just the way you remember and prefer them. They die.

And I get it. I understand having a story imprint on you, and the frustration when retellings get it “wrong”. For me, it was the way the X-Men movies handled the Dark Phoenix storyline; my preferred telling was the ‘92 cartoon. Spoiler alert though: the cartoon didn’t tell the story the same way as the comics run by Chris Claremont, which was itself a rewrite of an earlier comics storyline. (Do you see the pattern yet?)

But at least storytellers keep trying. Because the tragedy isn’t when the story doesn’t speak to you. The tragedy occurs when stories are lost, forever.

[rileysausauge04]

[X-Men] SPOILER ALERTTTTT

Logan (2017) is freaking tragic. I cried my ass off thank you very much. And it made me I think what is the fucking point of making Dark Phoenix then. Cause Dark Phoenix based in 1993 and Logan timeline is in 2029 and everybody just fcking died. So why bother making Dark Phoenix after Logan when we all know in the future they are already all dead, tragically. Can someone seriously answer this? Btw the timeline is really really confusing 😭😭