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[jean-heron-viq]

Happy new! You should reconsider

Reconsider what??? Is this a threat???

[jean-heron-viq]

Adderall❤️

via weheartit

[ask-jotaro-kujo]

Have any of the other crusaders met Jolyne? If so, how'd they react?

It's been a while since I've contacted them.

[timbit-robin-art]

Can you doodle Jean and Scott, please? 🙏

Their relationship makes me very sad, but I think in a good way (when it’s written well). It’s hard to describe. So I offer Jean helping Scott through a migraine instead of yapping.

[catlaila]

jean finally gets fed up with barkbark and brings a cardboard cutout of a cat to the apartment. checkmate fucker

[librababe99]

i would like to request Scott Summers x reader jean broke up with Scott so she could be with Logan, but Logan and the reader were dating so they broke up. Both Scott and the reader have been single for a couple of weeks and comfort each other. Then one day on a mission Scott and reader stranded on a romantic winter cabin for a couple of weeks all alone only with each other, wating to be rescued and they grow closer and smut happens, then they come back to the mansion as a couple

Hey anon! Now this is some drama I am totally down to write😈 I hope you end up liking this!

Frozen Hearts, Kindled Flames

Scott Summers x Gender Neutral Reader

Tags: MDNI, 18+ ONLY, Scott Summers, Gender Neutral Reader, Cheating!Logan, Cheating!Jean, angst, hurt with comfort, implied smut, happy ending 

Summary: After their hearts are shattered by the betrayal of their respective partners—Jean and Logan—both Scott  and the reader find themselves navigating the pain of heartbreak. 

WC: 1.6K

The mansion’s halls seemed quieter since the breakups. You and Scott had both been nursing bruised hearts, though neither of you admitted how deeply you were affected. It was easier to bury the pain in missions, training, and silence, but it clung to you like a second skin, thick with the weight of betrayal. Scott felt the same—you could tell by the way his shoulders sagged during team briefings, how his once-commanding voice lacked its usual confidence. He didn’t have to say it. He just looked… hollow.

You’d known something was wrong when Jean started pulling away from him. Scott had confided in you during late-night training sessions in the Danger Room, his fists pounding into holographic enemies as he vented. He didn’t cry, but the strain in his voice, the subtle tremor, told you all you needed to know.

“I think Logan’s the reason,�� Scott had murmured one night, fists clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white. His usually confident voice was fragile, uncertain.

Your stomach had dropped at his words. The same Logan you had been dating for months.

At first, you brushed it off. Surely, Scott was just overthinking it. You and Logan had been solid—at least, that’s what you told yourself. But as the days passed, you began to notice the signs. Logan’s late-night absences became more frequent, his gruff demeanor growing more distant. His excuses were vague, and he avoided your gaze more often than not.

Then, one evening, you stumbled upon the truth.

You hadn’t meant to see it. You were simply walking down the hall, heading toward the kitchen for a late-night drink. But there they were—Jean and Logan, wrapped up in each other, locked in a kiss that sent a sharp pain straight through your chest. The world blurred for a moment, your breath catching in your throat as your heart shattered.

You didn’t confront them. Didn’t scream or shout. Instead, you turned and walked away, your feet moving mechanically as you fought back the tears. By the time you reached your room, the sobs you had held back erupted, your body shaking with the force of them.

That night, there was a soft knock at your door. You opened it to find Scott standing there, his face mirroring your own grief. Without a word, you stepped aside, and he entered. You didn’t talk about what you’d both seen, what you knew had been happening behind your backs. Instead, you sat together in silence, finding solace in each other’s presence, the unspoken bond between you strengthening.

Two weeks later

The pain still lingered, though dulled by time. You and Scott barely spoke about the breakups, as if voicing the hurt would make it too real, too permanent. You had both thrown yourselves into your work, focusing on missions and training, pretending to move on. But the wounds were still there, just beneath the surface.

When Professor Xavier assigned you and Scott to track down a rogue mutant in the Canadian wilderness, you welcomed the distraction. A mission meant focus, clarity. You could lose yourself in the task and forget the tangled mess of your personal life for a while.

The journey started off fine, a straightforward tracking mission with little indication that things would go wrong. But the snowstorm hit suddenly, turning the simple mission into something far more perilous. The extraction was delayed, leaving you stranded miles away from civilization, the cold biting into your skin as you and Scott trudged through the freezing wilderness, your breath visible in the frigid air.

The rogue mutant was the least of your concerns now. The storm raged on, the wind howling like a living thing, driving snow against you in thick sheets. After hours of searching, you stumbled across an isolated cabin nestled deep in the woods, its roof half-buried under snow. It was a stroke of luck, but it didn’t feel that way as you huddled inside, your bodies shivering from the cold.

The cabin was small, barely enough space for the two of you, but it was warm—almost too warm. Scott sat across from you by the fire, his gaze distant as the flames flickered against his ruby quartz glasses. His jaw was clenched, the tension in his body unmistakable. You could tell he was lost in thought, his mind likely drifting to Jean, just as yours had wandered to Logan more times than you’d like to admit.

The silence stretched on, oppressive and heavy. You couldn’t take it anymore, the weight of unspoken feelings hanging between you both.

“Scott,” you said softly, your voice breaking through the stillness. His head turned toward you, a quiet hum acknowledging your words. You hesitated before speaking again. “Do you ever wonder if… if they were always like that, behind our backs?”

Scott’s jaw tightened at your words, his hands flexing at his sides. “Yeah,” he admitted, voice rough. “I’ve thought about it. A lot. It makes sense now. Jean pulling away… Logan disappearing more often.”

The bitterness in his voice mirrored your own. You nodded, biting your lower lip as the pain welled up inside you again, fresh and sharp despite the time that had passed.

“It hurts,” you whispered. “Even now.”

Scott’s expression softened, the tension easing slightly as he looked at you. “I know. But they made their choice. They’re the ones missing out.”

“Yeah,” you echoed, though the words felt hollow. You still felt raw, like a wound that hadn’t quite healed.

A long silence followed, the crackling of the fire filling the empty space between you. The tension wasn’t uncomfortable, but it was palpable. It was as if you were both tiptoeing around something fragile, something neither of you wanted to admit was there.

“I guess we’ve both been through enough heartbreak for a while,” you said, trying to lighten the mood but only succeeding in making it heavier. A sad smile tugged at Scott’s lips.

“Maybe we have,” he agreed quietly, though his eyes told you there was something more he wanted to say. But the words never came.

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Days passed, the storm outside showing no signs of letting up. The snow piled higher against the windows, trapping you both in a world of cold isolation. Yet, inside, things between you and Scott began to shift in ways neither of you had anticipated.

One night, after yet another failed attempt at contacting the X-Men for extraction, Scott had pulled you close by the fireplace. The fire crackled behind you, but his arms were what kept you warm, solid and strong as he tried to comfort you. You couldn’t help but notice the way his body felt against yours, the steady beat of his heart against your cheek. It made you feel safe. It made you feel… something more.

You looked up at him, your eyes locking with his as something shifted between you. His brow furrowed, as if he was struggling with his own thoughts. You could feel the tension, the unspoken feelings bubbling just beneath the surface.

“I’ve been trying not to think about it,” Scott confessed, his voice low and hoarse. “But being here with you… it’s the only thing keeping me together.”

Your heart skipped a beat at his words. The vulnerability in his voice, the way he looked at you with something more than friendship in his eyes—it sent a shiver down your spine.

“Scott…” you whispered, unsure of what to say.

“I know we’ve both been hurt,” he continued, his hand gently cupping your cheek, the warmth of his touch spreading through you. “And the last thing I want is to make things complicated. But…” His thumb brushed against your skin, tender and hesitant. “I can’t stop thinking about you.”

Your pulse quickened, and you swallowed hard. His admission mirrored the feelings you had been trying to suppress, the thoughts you had pushed aside in the name of friendship and loyalty. But now, here, alone with him, it was impossible to deny.

“I feel the same way,” you confessed, your voice barely above a whisper.

For a moment, time seemed to stand still. His lips hovered near yours, and you could feel his breath, warm and soft against your skin. There was a brief second where everything hung in the balance, a fragile moment that could change everything.

Then he closed the distance.

The kiss was soft at first, hesitant, like you were both afraid to break the spell. But the hesitation didn’t last. The kiss deepened, turning urgent and passionate as your hands tangled in his hair and his arms tightened around your waist, pulling you closer. Weeks of suppressed feelings, of mutual heartbreak, melted away in that moment, replaced by something far more intense.

Before you knew it, clothes were discarded, your skin tingling from the heat of the fire and the warmth of Scott’s touch. His hands explored your body, gentle but insistent, as if he needed to memorize every inch of you. Your bodies moved together, the firelight casting flickering shadows across the cabin walls. Every kiss, every touch was filled with unspoken emotions, a desperate need for comfort, for connection.

The night was filled with soft moans and whispered confessions, the sound of your hearts beating in sync as you found solace in each other. The storm outside no longer mattered. For the first time in weeks, you didn’t feel broken. You felt whole.

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When the X-Men finally came to retrieve you, the storm had passed—both outside and within your hearts. You and Scott returned to the mansion as a couple, no longer haunted by the ghosts of Jean and Logan.

There were whispers, of course—curious glances from the others as you walked through the halls hand-in-hand. But none of it mattered. You had found something deeper than comfort in Scott.

[temeyes]

okay well now I'm imagining Soap leaving his lips in a jar too long and having to ask Price for help removing it

OH YEAHHH, he's only asking Price for help cuz Soap knows Ghost and Gaz will make fun of him LMAOOOOO continuation of this [ask] from yesterday~~~

[jean-heron-viq]

What the fuck shitkid, why are you jsur giving my blog info away?? Are you fucking stupid, now more people can find me.

But to answer the question, I'm fuckhng tired. Work is running me like a bitch and I just want to sleep. Plus I have to work with this guy who's constantly hitting on our extremly bangable coworker while the coworker tries to act like he doesn't notice but he clearly loves every second of it

I just need a drink.

How’s your buddy pal Jean Vicquemare

he Has a "blag" youcan Ask Him. Quickly.

@jean-heron-viq 🗣️❓ @jean-heron-viq @jean-heron-viq @jean-heron-viq🗣️❓ @jean-heron-viq

🗣️❓

[everyonesadoptivedad]

hey, hey Jean?

We made it out.

(Aka an ode to breaking out of prisons even if we think we need them and crawling out of hells that we think we deserve)

gift to @cultpastorkevin bc he is so full of light :>

thanks @capcavan for inspiration ✨

[fanaticsnail]

if den-den mushis have customizable ringtones for different callers i'd definitely put out of context descriptive one-liners for them

Example given:

Zoro: SANTORYU- you are 20,170 kilometers away from your destination

Ichiji: laser eyes laser eyes laser eyes laser eyes

Yonji: if zoro and sanji had a kid

Luffy: dumbest ray of sunshine

Nami: MONEEEEEEEEEEEEY and tangerines

Law: moshi moshi i'll turn your brain into mush if you joke around with me

Kid: *krzzzt* *clangs* *gunshots* *screaming* *unhinged laughing*

Buggy: *silly cartoon noises including the honk and the running sfx*

Sanji: kuso marimo- ♡NAMI-SWAAAAN, ROBIN-CHWAAAN-♡

Lucci: *catfighting noises*

Who's Who: *in a deep voice* mrow

Queen: miSeRO yO HeNsHIn- (actual line)

King: he's too fine so the government hunts him

Law's Den Den Mushi

Masterlist Here

He has done everything in his power to protect the snail from being tampered with: sleeping with it on his mattress beside him as a last ditch effort to halt it from an unwanted touch and alteration...

...but his crew is exceptionally intelligent, and the mechanical mastery of the Polar Tang translates exceptionally well to Den Den frequency.

It started with a silly comment regarding how many beats per minute is used in cardiopulmonary resuscitation: it's 100-120 beats. Compressions need to be timed accordingly to save a life, and what a better way to remember that by tampering with Captain Trafalgar Law's Den Den to set a beat to match that frequency.

Ikkaku is the best with wires and cogs, Penguin is an excellent anesthesiologist, and Hakugan is the second best surgeon on the ship. With Jean Bart and Uni keeping watch of the door, Clione and Bepo steering the Tang and holding it steady, the three of them begin the tamper with the snail radio frequency to not only emit the sound from Law's shell when it's called: but all shells Law manages to call from his personal Den Den.

Unaware and sleeping soundly for the first time in a long time, Law is awoken by the sound of his Den Den singing instead of its usual warble, and his face flushed red with both anger and embarassment.

He can't even bring himself to answer the call, even while knowing who was on the other end of the transmission. There is nothing he can do to change it now, and after the anger subsides, he actually marvels a little at the mastery gone into ensuring that this is what plays when he needs to use his shell...

🎶"Yo' dick brick hard like a medal (uhh), I got three holes for it, like a pretzel (uhmm). Tight as a virgin, boy, don't get nervous (tight), I'm here to serve you customer service (right?). I save dick by giving it CPR, I save dick by giving it CPR (yes). Put my mouth on it like CPR. Let's make porn and watch it on VCR."🎶

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[emry-stars-art]

why do you draw kevin so yummy? 🤨

[jean-heron-viq]

you weren’t called enough slurs I think

Thanks but I've been called plenty

[annawayne]

Hi Anna! 👀 I'm here to request your headcanons for what wedding gift everyone would get Annie and Armin! (you can include as many characters you want) love you🥺🩷

Hello, hello, Stella🩷~

And OH, thank you a lot for asking this! It took me a while to think *properly* about it, and now, finally, I can share my thoughts on this!

I'll speak about it in a post-canon setting. Therefore, the whole wedding will take place, let's say, in 5 years after the series ends. Many people speculate about AruAni having two weddings, one for the public image as a Paradisian-Marleyan union and another one with their loved ones, and oh, I'm one of the believers of this idea, too! If the first one is a sheer disaster and more of a disappointment, both want to end as soon as possible and the second one - is just like a balm to their souls. The first, the public one, was more about keeping their breaths and smiles tight, trained and plastic, and they played these roles like the professional Ambassadors they are, almost not even feeling that it was their wedding since nothing about it was theirs, only names and familiar faces, that also looked like wearing masks for the perfect image. So the second one... This is where the whole avalanche of anxiety and worries comes. Despite it being in the closed circle of their most beloved people, this is exactly the reason Armin and Annie would be so extremely worried. This wedding will be imprinted only in the memory of their dear people; only they would see the true sides of themselves, and nobody else would share this sacred memory - only them and their family.

The first one would be Pieck and Jean: more like Pieck grabbing Jean's hand and pulling his anxious and worried mess with their presents closer to AruAni.

After some incoherent mumbling and blushing cheeks, Jean opens the box and Pieck's smile stretches on her face at the sight of Armin's and Annie's eyes widening: there, inside the box, is the photo camera, a small one, the luxurious thing, even for the Ambassadors, as all the factories that were working on photography industry were destroyed during the Rumbling and a lot of specialist disappeared in this tragedy, too, so the limited amount of photo cameras that is produced now, is only for the journalists of the big names, only for their professional role. The shock and awe haven't wavered as Armin and Annie notice another thing near - an album, but not the simple one, but the anniversary albums for each year, starting from the first and up to the 70th. When Armin, still stunned, asks Jean why he is so nervous about this gift, Jean grunts and says something like, "it's cheesy". But for Armin and Annie, for the ones who lived their lives knowing that their time was limited, and not even knowing if they would see each other again during the four years of Annie crystal imprisonment, now - seeing the testament that their lives really only begin. They're about to see this future together. Jean admitted later on, after seeing Armin and Annie taking photos, all smiley and so happy, and going through pages of the anniversary album, whispering something into each other's ears and stealing kisses afterward, that maybe it wasn't that cheesy, after all.

The next one is Reiner, and this man is so anxious that while he is going towards Annie and Armin, he almost falls on his shaky legs. The reason for it all was that he was the one who made something with his hands, and so his level of worry just skyrocketed. After the Rumbling, aside from the Ambassador's affairs, Reiner traveled a lot, not to see the destroyed world but to rebuild it; he often went away for renovation trips, helping people. There, he started learning the woodwork craft, and with time, Reiner became more engaged and fascinated in this process. So when his slightly trembled hands showed them Liberio and Shiganshina wooden puzzle pictures, all in wood, with tiny details, and just like Armin and Annie remember from their childhood, they burst into tears. These two home cities are different; they remember being destroyed and changed, but in this wooden form, they'll live again and be in Annie and Armin's new home.

The only person who isn't nervous is Connie. This man is absolutely confident in his present, so when he gives Armin and Annie the box with the smug face and knowing smirk, who would think to find there the erotic books of lovemaking of all kinds... Connie has his own understanding of the gifts :D

The next ones are Falco, Gabi, and Levi. It's not a surprise for anyone when Levi gives the massive box with the exclusive and rare tea, all neatly placed in the box with hand-sewed ornaments Gabi did (which left everyone in a huge surprise, knowing her energetic soul and imagining her sitting at one place for so long - is really something new). But when Falco, smiling softly, nodded at the box and asked to look underneath the tea bags, Armin and Annie didn't expect to see the two tickets to the country both of them were so eager to visit but always having a lot of excuses not to - work, work, work, endless work. Armin is the first to start sobbing and falling to his knees, hugging Levi and tugging Falco and Gabi along, between hiccups saying thank you's. Annie is hesitant, her eyes still kept on the tickets in her hands, but when she hears the tired sigh, her gaze lifts up to see Levi's grayish-blue eye on her.

"Tsh, how long will you stand there? Come here."

These are simple words, but when Annie takes a step and hugs him, Falco, Gabi, and Armin to her side, she thinks Levi's hand is warm on her back.

The gift exchange ends, and they enjoy the evening with the amber lights and soft music. An unexpected surprise happens when Armin and Annie are swaying lazily in the center of the room. Two people they didn't expect to see - but deep inside, hope to - suddenly appear in their living room, cheeks blushed and chest rising from the running, the dark raven and light blond hair plastered on their faces. When Armin and Annie's gazes meet the Mikasa and Historia's, they just run into each other's embrace. Nobody expected these two to arrive - with how things go on Paradis, it's almost impossible to leave the island without permission, even for the queen, as the Yegerists have more and more power over the government. But don't underestimate the clever queen, so Historia managed to find the ways, and Mikasa and she literally escaped at the very last minute.

"Sorry, we don't have any presents," Mikasa says almost in a whisper, her arms still around Armin and Annie.

"Silly," Armin whispers, his tone dancing with the joyful sparks. "You both are already here. This is the best present".

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So, here it is! Thank you to everyone who reached this point and for reading, and thank you so much, Stella, for asking this incredible ask! I genuinely have a lot of fun thinking about all of it and then writing it all down, so thank you so much (⁠灬⁠º⁠‿⁠º⁠灬⁠)🩷

[millportisntreal]

jeaneil cuddling...?

oh baby this is one of my favorite pairings (romantic or platonic i will take either) so this one just flowed out <3

“Don’t be stupid, it’s freezing. Come here.” Neil held the side of his blanket open for Jean.  The Frenchman groaned before acquiescing. He folded his large frame onto the sofa and under the blanket. Neil always had a way of worming himself under Jean’s arm, face pressed against chest.  “Admit it. This is nice.” Neil mumbled through the soft fabric of Jean’s shirt, who pressed his hand to the back of Neil’s head in response. The TV droned on quietly in the background, reruns of Diners, Drive-Ins, and Dives lighting up the dim living room. They didn’t move until morning.

[timbit-robin-art]

i loooove your band au it's so cute!! do they have a band name? why did the O5 have a falling out and what did jean, bobby, and warren play? i'm imagining they get their first gig at harry's hideaway because he graciously allows them to set up in the corner and play as long as they don't bother anyone lol. rogue and gambit both go (rogue drives them and helps them set up, gambit goes to cheer on storm) and that's how they meet

I’m glad people enjoy my silly band idea. I unfortunately have no idea what they would call themselves, but I’m sure some ridiculous ideas were proposed from each member. I’d love to hear ideas.

Ah, the O5… I think they split up because of a combination of reasons. 1.) Worthington Senior urging Warren to return home as Worthington Industries’ heir. 2.) Jean going to a prep school so she can graduate early be the professor’s intern in mutant politics. 3.) Hank’s plans to intern at Stark Industries, which he ultimately doesn’t go through with after he transforms. Of course, there would be petty drama on the side that would further strain things, but those three would probably be the main reasons.

I think Hank looking into Stark Industries would be a big contributor because Bobby would feel betrayed. They promised to stay together, and after Bobby learned about Warren and Jean’s situations, he at least thought that he would have Hank. So, to catch Hank researching about a full time internship would really hurt.

I also think that Warren would initially do everything in his power not to return home until he learns about Jean’s plans. He thinks she’s only doing this because it’s what the professor wants, but then he learns Jean is actually really looking forward to this. I also think he’s bitter about Scott’s encouragement of Jean’s plans, because it’s splitting their group apart. And then when Bobby and Hank finally have their confrontation, he feels like trying to ignore his fate is childish and he should just give in to his father’s plans.

They all used to live at the institute together, but then Warren returned home and Jean is abroad at her prep school. It’s very tense between Scott, Hank, and Bobby, but Scott and Hank eventually making up again probably makes Bobby get over his hurt. He didn’t really take the band as seriously as the others; he just wanted to hang out with his friends. Bobby would later show up to the band’s gigs as support, and who knows… maybe Warren and Jean would, as well.

Scott played the drums, Jean was the pianist, Hank was guitar, Warren was vocals (and maybe another guitar player), and Bobby was bass.

Back to the current band set up, Gambit 100% comes to their performances, which eventually leads him to meet Rogue;

Gambit is already the band’s uncle, so it makes sense that he hits it off with the band’s new aunt. Mr. Logan found Gambit suspicious at first (and to be fair, Mr. Logan is at least 80% sure he saw Gambit pickpocket someone from across the room), but when he sees how much Gambit cares for Storm, he begrudgingly lets go of his suspicions. He still keeps a watchful eye over Gambit and Rogue’s interactions, though. Rogue’s still his child.

Bahhh, so many fun ideas with this. I think it would be really cute if other X-Men are thrown into the mix. They may not be a part of the band, but they still contribute to the chaos of the private school (I think it would be funny if Piotr was an art club member who does art for the band, and Sean was one of their sound crew guys. Any ideas for other X-Men?).

[kawareo]

23 and 28 for the ask game!

23) Is your OC reliable? Can I call them up at two in the morning if I have a flat tire?

If you can reach him, he will probably show up, but there is a non-small chance that he has just randomly left the country without you knowing and therefore can't really do that. In general, if he can show up, he probably would! But then you'd owe him a favor, so watch out

28) What clique would they be in? (Draw them in the clothes of said group!)

Jock who's a nerd on the inside. Would run a cult frat and also kill it at trivia nights

(older drawing but it fits too well)