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@sandmark
#SANDMARK [...] canon divergent cassie sandsmark with influences from feminist theory, greek mythology, and writer's personal canon. narrated by juno, 28, she/her, est. july 2016. minors & duplicates: dni.
⊹ ︵ ✧ ˚ . A STUDY IN RAGE & TENDERNESS EXISTING SIMUTANEOUSLY IN THE SAME BODY, MAKING A MYTH OUT OF ONESELF, THE BALANCE BETWEEN JUSTICE & REVENGE, HOPE IS AN INCURABLE HEMOPHILIA, AND FREE WILL VERSUS FATE.
DOSSIER. CONDUCT. SIDEBLOG. PINTEREST.
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life update: i gave birth to my daughter on may 4th 🩷 (star wars fans ifykyk) any energy i thought i was getting back before delivery is now gone bc i’m sleep deprived and dealing with a toddler on top of a newborn (smash mouth was right; the years start coming and they don’t stop coming)
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thinking about her again
and guys
she’s literally just a scared 17 year old girl trying her best to save the world and and :(
hi, hello. i'm a homeless transman in los angeles, california. i'm currently living out-of-shelter, but will have to return soon. i'm currently also living in an abusive household, due to constant threats of violence, yelling, screaming, slamming objects, horrible fatphobia, and sexual aggression toward me. i need to get out. all i'm asking for is a hotel room for two days, just to assess my situation before going back in-shelter. i'm scared. my spotfund is: here, my paypal is: [email protected], my venmo is: zekecommissions, and my cashapp is: $torchycomm. any amount is appreciated, as are reblogs. i need to get out of here asap. thank you again.
[TEEMING IN THE MARGINS OF COSMIC (DIS)ORDER]: i am now All and Everything. the term Supreme comes to mind. [...] My conceptions and perceptions are now reality. .. WHAT (I) DESIRE SHALL BE.
[ ⚡ .. ISA'S ADAM WARLOCK, a cosmic peregrination of awareness-as-madness and the body-self as transcendent. rooted in headcanon and horror, unveiling the entropic universe as it relates to the psychotic experience.
sometimes i think a lot of cassie’s problems could be solved by giving her a gun
Cassie x some Sabrina Carpenter anyone??
cassie knows she looks like a character from a slasher flick; she's covered in monster guts and blood that's already matting onto her tanned skin. the dried blood makes her lightning-blue eyes stand out even more than usual, a big, fat warning sign to those who would try to challenge her. the monster attacks on new york city are becoming more frequent, each fight more difficult than the last. this one in particular⸺a relative of the kraken?⸺was frustrating as it was exhilarating (which is concerning in its own right).
she's vaguely aware of the fact that her sword is trembling, her roughened palm squeezing the pommel of the weapon tightly. it's the adrenaline, she tells herself. she's in survival mode still, and coming down from the high.
trying to regulate her breathing, cassie takes in her surroundings. the roof she's hovering over looks like a fucked up finger-painting, the only parts not covered in violence are where she and tim had been standing. speaking of tim... cassie took the brunt of the viscera, but tim isn't much better. she watches as he nudges a lump of flesh off the ledge before looking up at her. cassie's moved without thinking, closer to him than before.
❝ sorry, thought i would've taken it all. ❞
her voice is raspier than she expected as she gestures to their general area. the innuendo isn't lost on her. it's the adrenaline, she repeats. except this adrenaline feels different; this feels very much i'm about to do something dumb and stay up all night thinking about it afterwards. cassie can't meet his eyes, but she also can't not look at him. there is something alluring about her best friend after a battle and covered in blood.
⸺GODS, she's a weirdo, isn't she? her best friend kicks ass, and she wants to make out with him because he kicks ass.
❝ sorry. ❞
it's all she can say before she takes him by the back of his neck and crushes their mouths together. there is no cliff to be jumped, no great risk to be taken; it feels like coming home after a long day. she looks like a fucking wreck (let's be honest, though, when doesn't she?) and she's clumsy in her kiss. cassie knows the general idea of kissing, having watched a ton of romcoms with cissie and greta, and she's doing terrible oh aphrodite help her!
the panic sets in, replacing the adrenaline, as cassie very much realizes that she may have fucked up her relationship with tim. (and she couldn't even give him a good kiss while doing it? embarrassing.) she pulls away, expression doing its best impression of a deer right before it's hit by a car.
❝ i gotta go. i can hear my mom calling me. ❞
and with that, she's gone, leaving tim to handle the aftermath.
an adrenaline-fueled kiss while standing on the ledge of a roof top. @zipkick
it's dark in her apartment, cassie's features highlighted only by the glow of her desk lamp. her laptop's screen had long since gone dark, semi-forgotten in favor of good ole reliable pen and paper for essay writing. outside, the night sky of new york city is reddish, set aglow by city lights and pollution. there is a moment when cassie considers stepping outside to her fire escape, wondering if she can time her break with tim's return from patrol.
she doesn't need to, though; there's the rocking of metal as a shadow appears on the fire escape like he planned the timing. cassie doesn't say anything when the unlocked window slides open with a muffled noise. she expects he'd want to follow his post-patrol routine and wind down, so cassie remains quiet. she doesn't say anything when he approaches her from behind ( he doesn't feel the need to hide his presence; he knows she's aware of him ). she doesn't say anything when gloved fingers ghost across her neck, gently pulling her messy curls over her shoulder.
cassie's already stopped writing by the time his lips first linger over the skin of her neck. she can feel his body heat radiating off of him, can smell the sweat and early morning dew on his skin. her world narrows down to his gloved hand taking hold of her jaw like she's made of glass and angling her head so he can access more of her neck.
her brain short-circuits. she can see her reflection in the dark screen of her laptop: eyelids half-mast, lips slightly agape, her expression heated and vulnerable, as he peppers slow kisses down the canvas of her neck. in that same reflection, they make eye contact, sending electricity up and down cassie's spine. cassie finds her voice.
❝ well⸺this is a nice distraction. ❞
she hates hates hates how her voice cracks. her lips feel chapped, and she licks them instinctively. she's not nervous, no, she's really NOT. cassie feels his lips curl into a smile, and her hand feels wet suddenly. she glances down to see the cause and realizes she's broken her pen into pieces, causing the ink to explode all over her hand and half-written essay. a little exasperated by her brief loss of control over her strength, cassie resigns herself to the fact she probably wasn't going to finish it at the rate she's going.
distracting your lover from a task by kissing their neck. @zipkick
when cassie's hand stops them in their tracks, nocturne has to swallow back a sigh. now really wasn't the time for heroic bravado.
" then may i suggest you stop moving. " it's not a question. not really. they continue regardless of cassie's protests, regardless of her frustration or her shame. right now, every emotion is secondary and time is of the essence. nocturne reminds themselves of the fact as well.
in some ways, it was almost miraculous that cassie had been bitten now of all times. the anti-venom their safehouse carried was just a month shy of needing a restock. questionable as it was in retrospect, paranoid preparation really did have a habit of paying off.
not that they would admit to that.
" if you want to live, don't flinch. " without any further warning, nocturne takes hold of wonder girl's extended arm with a surprisingly stern grip and injects the antidote directly into her veins. it's an instant administration, not the most gentle or elegant delivery, but it would do. they'll apologize for the bruising once she was cured.
her fists clench in reflexive surprise; she's not afraid of needles, but she also doesn't appreciate being unexpectedly pricked with one.
❝ what the fuck! ❞
the shocked expression cassie gives nocturne is a comical one: mouth agape, blue eyes the size of tea cup saucers, and neck turned in a near-impossible twist. in hindsight, she shouldn't be as surprised as she is; tim's adoptive family have all the audacity in the world to do shit like this. if it was tim administering the antidote, he probably would have done something similar.
❝ give a girl a warning next time, would you? ❞
you're telling me my doodles have reached LITERAL GREEK MYTH? NO WAY! HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY, XOXOXO DP ♡
❝ ...this is going straight to the fridge. ❞
❤︎ ˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 & 𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋 ! ( a collection of 75+ kisses. feel free to specify the initiating muse. potentially mature content within. UPDATED 02/25 ! )
finally kissing the person you’ve been pining for.
pulling them in for a kiss while showering together.
a kiss shared during a game ( truth or dare, spin the bottle, etc ).
kissing your lover to show you forgive them.
a coy, chaste kiss meant to say thank you.
an intimate kiss full of relief the second you're finally alone.
wiping away your lover’s tears as you kiss them.
a kiss muffled by laughter in a library, hidden away among the shelves.
lazy kisses on the sofa while the television runs.
kisses while wrapping your legs around your lover.
a quick peck on the cheek as one party rushes off.
a kiss to prove you don’t have feelings for them.
a kiss to convince them not to leave bed in the morning.
a kiss to distract them from stitching a wound.
a parting kiss before one party goes away for a long time.
biting their lip amidst a kiss, drawing blood.
heated kisses while tugging on their hair.
abruptly kissing a stranger to scare off the people following you.
an emotional kiss bringing one party to tears.
a bruising kiss full of desperation and urgency.
distracting your lover from a task by kissing their neck.
standing on your tiptoes to kiss their forehead.
kissing down the column of your lover's neck, leaving marks.
a kiss while being reunited after a long time.
kissing your lover in a moment of sheer joy.
a dutiful kiss with no true feeling behind it.
kissing your lover to take away their pain.
colliding with a wall, then each other's lips.
a kiss placed over their freshly bandaged wound.
a kiss while slow dancing close and intimately.
sharing a spontaneous kiss with a stranger.
an abrupt , heated kiss during the middle of a fight.
a kiss motivated by a dare from a third party.
an adrenaline-fueled kiss while standing on the ledge of a rooftop.
kissing them to shut them up.
urgent, messy kisses as both parties scramble to undress.
a kiss to wake your lover up in the morning.
sharing a kiss in a heavy downpour of rain.
kissing your lover just above their waistband.
kissing your partner to seal a marriage.
pushing your love down onto the bed to worship their body with kisses.
a possessive kiss to stake a claim.
a kiss to resolve suppressed ( romantic / sexual ) tension.
a kiss attempting to convince the other party to stay.
kissing the top of their head as you hold them.
a risky kiss between forbidden lovers.
a kiss while hiding away from flashing cameras.
a kiss that means absolutely nothing.
kissing the swell of your lover's breast.
a kiss that leaves lipstick stains.
a kiss shared on a rooftop while the sun ( sets / rises ).
a flirtatious kiss on the back of the hand.
sensual kisses down the length of their back.
kissing them to confess your true feelings.
sneaking off to a public bathroom to make out.
a kiss to forgive one another after a fight.
a kiss on the forehead as the other sleeps.
an ( accidental / mutually ) drunken kiss.
an unexpected kiss during a fake dating scheme.
kissing your partner after they've given you head.
caging your lover against a wall with your arms to kiss them.
a kiss after receiving good news.
an emotional kiss, relieved to find your lover alive.
crowded, heated kisses in the backseat of a car.
a tentative , exploratory kiss between friends.
a kiss shared between enemies during combat.
a kiss that smears blood everywhere.
kissing them even though you know you shouldn't.
kissing your lover after believing you’d lost them.
a kiss after a devastating event , meant to comfort.
a possessive kiss in front of a jealous third party.
kisses while pulling them into your lap.
a heated kiss while holding them by the throat.
kissing your lover under the night sky while stargazing.
a kiss to seal a promise that you just made.
kissing your lover lazily first thing in the morning.
holding your lover by the jaw to kiss them.
holding their face, kissing the tears from their cheeks.
a kiss to your lover’s stomach as you travel down their body.
an abrupt kiss that you melt into after a moment of hesitation.
sleepy , domestic morning kisses in the kitchen while making breakfast.
a rushed kiss before one party leaves for work.
a final kiss shared while holding your dying lover.
cassie in her red suit
ㅤ*ㅤ 𝒕͟𝒐͟𝒈͟𝒆͟𝒕͟𝒉͟𝒆͟𝒓͟ , we are stronger than we are aloneㅤㅤㅤㅤby rocky , rose , mimi , cece , & pen
he can't save everyone, so, when i think of spider-man, i guess i — i think of the weight of that. that he keeps going. despite the failures... when i think of spider-man? i think, no matter what, he's never going to stop trying. + ft. eli's peter benjamin parker, mixed media. very slow activity and highly divorced from the marvel rpc.
ᝰ🚬 𝚉𝙰𝙲𝙷𝚁𝙿 .ᐟ SYMBOL HEADCANON QUESTIONS. CHANGE ANY PRONOUNS IF NECESSARY. SOME MATURE THEMES MAY BE PRESENT.
EVERYDAY LIFE / DOMESTIC
📋 : how organized is your muse?
✅ : what do they pretend to have together that they don't?
🕰️ : what time do they naturally wake up when no one needs them?
☕ : what's their morning ritual, and what happens when it's disrupted?
🧺 : how often do they do laundry?
🪞 : do they look at themselves in mirrors, or avoid them? why?
🍽️ : do they eat to survive, for pleasure, or as comfort?
🏠 : what part of their living space reflects them the most?
🌱 : do they keep plants, and are those plants alive?
🧼 : what's something they're weirdly particular about being clean?
📺 : what do they put on when they don't want to think?
SOCIALIZATION / CONNECTION
🗣️ : are they better one-on-one, or in groups?
📱 : do they text back immediately, or let messages rot?
🫥 : how often do they pretend to be fine to keep the peace?
🎭 : how different are they with strangers versus people they trust?
🤝 : do they make friends easily, or accidentally?
🧠 : what do they assume people think about them?
🌘 : how hard is it to really know them?
🎉 : do they enjoy social events, or endure them?
🪑 : are they the type to leave early without saying goodbye?
INTROSPECT / INTERNAL LANDSCAPE
🕵️♀️ : how often does your muse think about death?
🧩 : what part of themselves do they not understand yet?
🫀 : what emotion scares them the most?
👣 : do they believe they deserve good things?
🧱 : what walls are they aware of building? which ones are they not aware of?
🕳️ : what do they spiral about at night?
📉 : what's their most common self-criticism?
💀 : do they trust their own memories?
🌊 : what emotion do they drown in when they're alone?
PERSONAL / DEEP / TRAUMA-ADJACENT
🩸 : what wound shaped them the most, even if they won't admit it?
🔥 : what moment do they replay when they're ashamed?
🧷 : who failed them first?
🕯️ : what do they grieve that no one else sees as a loss?
🪤 : what pattern do they keep falling back into?
🧨 : what pushes them past the point of restraint?
🧬 : what did they inherit emotionally from their caregivers?
🕶 : what lie do they tell themselves to survive?
🩹 : what actually helps them heal, even if it's unhealthy?
HABITS / VICES / COPING
🚬 : what vice do they justify the most?
🍺 : do they drink to socialize, numb, or celebrate?
💊 : what's their relationship with substances, past or present?
🏃 : do they move their body to feel alive or to punish it?
🛏️ : how do they sleep when things are bad?
🎧 : what kind of music gets them through the worst days?
🖊️ : do they write things down or let thoughts rot in their head?
☔️ : do they intellectualize pain instead of feeling it?
🕳️ : what habit would unravel them if taken away?
SEXUALITY / INTIMACY
🫠 : is it easy for them to get turned on, or do they need emotional safety first?
💞 : do they separate sex and feelings, or blur them dangerously?
🛑 : what's an immediate turn-off for them?
🔥 : do they crave intensity or stability?
🤲 : do they like being in control, or giving it up?
🪶 : are they gentle with people they desire?
🍒 : how do they feel about their own body during intimacy?
🎱 : what do they need to feel wanted?
🔒 : do they guard intimacy, or give it too freely?
💔 : have they ever used sex to avoid something?
MORALITY / CHOICES
⚖️ : what line will they never cross?
🩶 : what line have they already crossed and justified? or regret?
🧭 : do they believe they're a good person?
🔪 : what would they do if survival demanded cruelty?
🪙 : what do they value more, loyalty or truth?
🚪 : who would they abandon if forced to choose?
🕊️ : do they believe in forgiveness? for themselves? in others?
🧨 : what would make them snap permanently?
📜 : what promise do they regret making?
🪦 : what hill would they die on?
