#celinecerberus

[marsdenlee]

FMK: Bella, Sofia, Celine?

"Obviously Sofia is a Man of War Jellyfish, ain't no way around that one. Celine is definitely falcon material and Bellamy is ... I dunno, koala keeps on coming to mind."

@thebellamybarnes @sirensofia @celinecerberus

[marsdenlee]

Regardless of available time, who do you think is the best babysitter and who is the worst?

"Celine is obviously the best. She has two kids worth of experience under her belt. No one is the worst because I don't let those people watch my kid."

@celinecerberus

[micah-weber]

💭

Send “💭” For A Thought My Muse Had of Yours…

"Shitshitshit I accidentally cupped her boob while she was tattooing my forearm... I should apologize... but she didn't say anything... maybe she didn't notice.... I should tell her..."

@celinecerberus

[marsdenlee]

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Send “💭” For A Thought My Muse Had of Yours…

"I don't want another pretty face, I don't want just anyone to hold, I don't want your love to go to waste. I want you and your beautiful car."

@celinecerberus

[marsdenlee]

Tatted Up Relationship Smartie, do you think Ale has moved on from us and I've just got my head in the clouds?

"Your head might be in the clouds but that don't mean he can't hop onto a hot air balloon and join you up there."

@celinecerberus @alejandro-flores

[marsdenlee]

AU - THE SPELL FOR THE SEA

featuring @celinecerberus​ as the Kingdom Witch & @marsdenlee​ as the Captured Siren

A castle nestled atop a cliff, overlooking expansive oceans to the west and wide sloping hills and forests to the east. It was picturesque and monumental with high pointed towers and spirals, bricks bleached by the sun and salt air that battered against it on a daily basis, erosion part of the appeal of the ancient building which stood against time and remained a passive yet permanent fixture on the horizon. To those who lived in the towns and cities beyond its walls, it was a source of comfort, a reminder of those in power who strove to make their lives better. To those who lived in the streets and the woods it was a beacon of turmoil and anarchy, a symbol of everything that made their lives difficult, that turned beggars into thieves and punished them for it, forsaken by their government and the peoples in power, not believing their efforts to garner peace within the neighboring kingdoms were satisfactory enough. What about the people in their own cities? What about the people left starving while the gentry paraded around in their fine gowns, hosting tea parties and galas? Where was the care for the people when sickness overcame the lower streets? 

Whispers of war soon followed. Of broken treaties. Of marching orders. Heralds announced at every town and local establishments to prepare themselves, to send every able bodied man or woman capable of carrying a sword to report to the castle. Such whispers spread far across the land but not yet to the sea. Such human affairs like war did not bother the sea whose thoughts were simple and not burdened by such things like border disputes for no one who tried to claim the sea could control it. 

The sea and her creatures were wild things, full of mystic and magic. One such creature of myth were the merfolk, the sirens, known to call to sailors on ships and lure them against sharp rocks to their untimely demise. Many souls have been claimed by the sea and her creatures, they did not care to take sides, all souls were welcomed to her depths. One creature in particular would be swimming somewhere near a cave at the base of the cliff beneath the castle. A small fishing boat loaded with her daily catch would be toppled over by a gust of strong wind, a hard slap of a strong tail and the rise of a wave, sending the captured fish back into the sea and depositing the fishermen into the water without a care for their wellbeing. They would swim to the shoreline, shouting and wailing about cursed sirens while the creatures would feast on the fish for themselves, filling their silver bellies with the newly freed schools of fish before carrying on. The sirens would communicate with each other through odd sounding clicks and groans, more akin to humming vibrations that they felt through their gills and one by one they would leave once they consumed their fill, onto the next objective. A few would linger behind, more curious for the surface folk and their strange inventions, poking at barrels and wooden boxes, tipping them over and releasing the contents, spilling out strange metal contraptions with sharp points and odd circular shapes. Nets and ropes they recognized as objects which needed to be avoided. Sharp spears were equally well known to be avoided. Small half moon wooden vessels and others made of some other hard but natural material were turned over and inspected with webbed fingers and passed between each other, trying to determine its use. 

A siren male picked up the strange vessel and noticing the curved inside, fit it over top of his head; a bowl now placed as a hat for he had seen sailors wear such things in this way. This must be its intended use. Strange. It seemed useless. The siren removed it and let it fall to the ocean floor. 

[micah-weber]

📲 + 😳

New Message (!) Contact: @celinecerberus

[TEXT] This might be awkward. [TEXT] But can I get your brother's number?

[marsdenlee]

📲 + 🤔

New Message (!) Contact: @celinecerberus

[TEXT] I think my baby sitter is doing her laundry at my place. [TEXT] And I'm trying to figure out if I care or not.