#marsdenlee

[manipzone]

&& marsdenlee 

[asher-spaulding]

for: @marsdenlee

location: mars' apartment

Mars was relentlessly protective of Maria Elena, from Asher's perspective at any rate. It wasn't a bad thing, if anything he admired the trait and felt suitably honoured to be permitted to take care of her as a result, but it meant in the time he had been babysitting, it had always been an organised affair - he'd known weeks in advance, there had been sheets of information stuck to the fridge with what to do in an emergency (which never happened), handovers where he assured Mars that everything would be fine. Sure, there had been a couple short notice instances, things happened. But never often.

And now the mist, and everything that came along with it, seemed to have derailed the carefully balanced ecosystem of the arrangement, and Asher found himself called in on shorter notice, emergency situations, or even coming in of his own accord to try and help out - realising the more he came by, the more he should try to help more. And here he was, at the doorway again, the concern that had been building underneath his chest only growing as the door opened and they exchanged the usual greetings.

"Are you like, alright?" His question probably came out dumb, but it was fuelled with as much caution as it was genuine concern, not wanting to overly pry. "No offence, but you look," a word for shit which wasn't shit, "not great." (Poor substitute, but it did the trick.) "I mean, I'm dehydrating more, but it's not this bad. I don't think anyone's this bad."

[sirensofiaarchive]

Raves Waves || Mars&Sofia

      The water in the abandoned pool swelled with motion as various sirens swam through the depths of it, splashes coming up over the edge, coating dirty and cracked tiles. Some of the space had been tidied for the pod to use but since none of them actually lived there it was hard to do anything about how overrun the place was with growing forestry, to prevent animals from making homes in various rooms of the place. It did at least prevent many of the sirens from using it as a sex den since it was not very sexy to do it on a bed that had mold and where a racoon family could watch you.

        Sofia was simply sitting by the water though, brilliantly coloured tail made of flowing fins moving each time the ripples over the water pushed. She’d told Mars she’d meet him there to learn a dance, a series of ‘at home’ poles at one end of the room where Sofia imagined there had once been an open area for relaxation. Her mind was a mess, she needed the evening of dance honestly. She and Roman were still fighting, and while Micah had confirmed Emily was okay she was worried about what had happened at the gala still, not to mention what had followed. Yes, she needed an evening of dance with her friend, he perhaps needed it to.

       When large old doors with rusty hinges swung open Sofia looked up to see Mars, the gills on her ribs flaring with excitement, exposing some red muscle beneath. “Hey, handsome,” Sofia smiled at him, adjusting the straps of the orange bikini she wore because her gills had pushed it out of place. “Where have you been?”

@marsdenlee​

[thebellamybarnesarchive]

Happy Valentine's Day, Puppy, Larva & Baby Bun!

Your first Valentine's Day together! I hope it is beautiful and wonderful and that someone breaks a headboard. I got you guys Apple Watches! A bunch of the waitresses at work use them to communicate with one another so it seemed like it could be useful when you guys are both busy at work or when it's the full moon or whatever. I got just the basic black fabric band for Mars but I ordered the leather too! And I got the like utility gym one for you Ry. You guys can share the bouquets, but not Brioche's, hers is just for her, though it's a perserved flower and I don't know what they peserve it with so maybe don't let her put it in her mouth. She can chew on Baby Cthulhu all she likes though!

Love, Bella.

@marsdenlee, @wolfontheloose

[yashicanandarchive]

Gift Basket || Mars&Yash

      Yashica carried the large basket to the front of Mars’ apartment door, the thigh weighed a tonne because dancers apparently were a bit sporadic on what they believed was an appropriate gift to give a new father. While some had put in clothes, diapers, formula - mostly mothers or fathers themselves - others had gifted him alcohol, new shirts for himself, and the strangest of all...summer sausage?

        Giving a gentle knock on the door the man’s boss adjusted the cropped top she wore that had ridden up while ascending the stairs of the building, and pulling up her pants that had started to slip doing the same - how vampires seemed to flit around with perfectly positioned clothing was something Yashica would never be able to understand. When the door opened Yash kept a large smile on her face, “congratulations, Daddy!”

@marsdenlee​

[celinecerberusarchive]

Reink || Mars&Celine

       Celine pulled her matte black gloves over sanitized hands, raven hair pulled up on top of her head in a messy bun, strands falling over the pale hue of her stoic expression. It was hard to hold that expression however as she saw the clean skin on Mars’ neck with the man laid on the angled table she had set up for him. Whatever had forced him to heal over the area had taken quite a large chunk out of the piece because she wasn’t simply replacing Batman’s eyes but the whole previous artist work. To imagine that damaged being done to a friend was daunting, and so Celine simply attempted not to think on it for very long. Mars was kind, whatever would have destroyed him in this way...

         “Can you bring up the picture for me again?” she asked Mars, she intended to replace the piece with as much accuracy as she could but since it was not something she could simply print off and add the temporary ink over his throat on she was going to have to do a freehanded base to replicate where it had been on his neck, what details sat over which muscles. It was going to either take one very long sitting or multiple ones to make sure the detailing was correct.

         Thick purple pen in hand, and an assortment of other colours in other widths to indicate which type of ink gun she would need to use for varying sections, Celine adjusted her rolling stool closer to him, chunky heels covered in various metal accessories pulling her in. “You want a drink by the way? We keep a bunch of stuff on hand,” she offered, since sometimes people’s blood sugar dipped when getting tattoos and they’d get them to take a break, have a can of coke. Beside herself was a gigantic energy drink with an aggressive wolf on it but she wouldn’t suggest something that would dehydrate him, though, Mars could probably handle whatever he wanted, he had so many tattoos at this point.

@marsdenlee​

[adelitaflores]

Text between co-parents

Closed starter: @marsdenlee

[TEXT]: Please send your calendar for the next week, so we can organise an attendance.

[mariahcadieux]

Don’t disturb my watery reflections

Closed starter @marsdenlee

Where: Allied beach

When: Any time of evening

On the rare nights where Mariah wasn’t working or fighting, she found herself drawn to the allied beach. She didn’t drink, didn’t eat, and honestly preferred to be away from a crowd. Although her thirst was mostly under control these days, and she hadn’t killed in almost a year, being in a crowd of warm bodies was still incredibly distracting.

The allied beach was predominantly secluded, and the majority of the creatures who spent time there were sirens who weren’t technically nutritionally viable for her system – just a nice salty seasoning to a good meal – and therefore much easier for her to be around. Sure, vampires weren’t particularly tempting to her either, but as a sixty-four-year-old, Mariah felt like a child in comparison to some of the older, more arrogant vampires.

So that is where the blonde found herself that evening. She lay in a simple white two piece, on the white soft yet cool sand, breathing in the smell of salt as the waves gently cascaded over her body. She was not entirely submerged by the water as it graced the bank but occasionally, droplets of water would jump out and cascade over her impassive face. It was soothing to Mariah, the sensation of water coming and going from beneath her body, somewhat reminding her of the sensation of a warm bodied falling and rising of her chest. Beneath the gentle waves, she could vaguely hear the beat of a siren’s tail against the water, and she imagined that sound to be like what her heartbeat might have sounded like prior to its eternal motionlessness. For someone as erratic and volatile as Mariah, retreating to the watery cave was the closest to peace and meditation that she could come to.

The blonde sighed contentedly before sitting up, about to stand and stride out into the water when a sudden noise caught her narrow green eyed gaze.