#partner. kayla.

[sameenshaws-moved]

"you should know by now, i’m not most people."

ship: tarot x bob for: @outfromthesea notes: i jhjhjfsf wanted to write this. it's alright. but pls love me anyway.

it's true. tarot's not like most people. much like yelena, she doesn't judge him in a way he feels he expects other people to judge him. more often than not, there's a sense of understanding in place of where the judgement should be. it sometimes frustrates bob, because he feels like he doesn't deserve it. like she deserves better than someone like him -- someone as complicated as him.

but he also knows that that's the other half talking. the voice he tries to ignore.

so, he's been tuning it out with the artwork that tarot's got him invested in. putting his negative thoughts and emotions into something constructive. and well, it's actually paid off, because he's actually finished a piece of art. a piece of art that looks pretty damn neat, too.

so neat, that — even when he's a little weary it might be a little too bleak to show to tarot at first — that he's looking forward to showing it to her anyway.

bringing her to say that she's not like most people, when he does tell her that it's a little dark and dreary. that the black paint he used for shadows, might come off as empty. or show that he's a little better at hiding how he's been feeling lately than he's willing to admit. that even though he says the void is quiet, that it still lingers, like…well…

…a void.

but when she looks at it his art, she smiles at him, wide. proving that she isn't like most people.

"it's great bob. powerful."

he shrugs with one shoulder. "thanks….uhm, i thought it was a bit much."

"no, i think it works. especially as a first piece." she pauses, looking at it, and then at him. "but again, you're not here for me to judge your art. you're here to find new ways to express yourself in a healthy way."

"honestly, this whole time, i just felt like …well…" he shrugs. "you know? not putting in the effort at all. not because of you, but because i just didn't want to be out. i don't hate it or anything, it's just, it's been a weird few months."

"makes sense, bob. it has been a very strange few months."

"i died, you know?" he blurts out. He doesn't remember dying, but he was told the story several times.

she nods. "i see."

"yeah, but it didn't take. and now i have ...friends now? and you?" he nods, too. gently shifting closer to her so that his shoulder is touching her arm. "wild."

[sameenshaws-moved]

[  lipstick  stain  ]  sender  leaves  a  kiss  on  receiver’s  skin  and  refuses  to  wipe  it  off

for: @outfromthesea multi: heaven springs who: reaper!claudia x vampire!bella!

As a Reaper, she’s supposed to have an issue with Vampires. They’re not supposed to be her sworn enemy or anything, but they do cause trouble for her people. Their souls are lost, they aren’t like most humans. So, they are an oddity. A strange occurrence. However, Claudia doesn’t care about these things. Not one little bit. Especially when it comes to her Bella. 

She’s the first being in a while to show her kindness. The first being in a while to show her a good time. So, instead of judging her – well, Claudia’s a little too busy following her own path to judge most to judge others to judge – she loves her. Loves her completely. As she is.  As a vampire. 

While she’s a Reaper. 

“You haven’t cleaned that lipstick stain off your cheek, yet?” Bella asks, looking a little confused when she sees her, despite the slight smile on her face after, after she points at Claudia’s cheek. 

“No, it’s my Valentine’s present. I have a punk rock girlfriend, who wears dark lipstick and shows me I’m hers by kissing my face. I need everyone to know that,” she declares, smartly. 

Bella rolls her eyes, but she smile gets a little wider. “Want another, matching kiss?” 

Claudia just smiles, widely. Nods. 

But instead of kissing the other side of her cheek, Bella gently kisses her lips, and then plants a soft peck on her neck. 

[sameenshaws-moved]

otp: bob x tarot @outfromthesea's (omg this is so old, i found it in my docs. it's waaaay different from how i write him and how i write now. and i think i posted this before on a blog i deleted but still enjoy cause i don't hate it, haha.

Blue eyes wonder around the condemned loft, taking in the sights of the art around him. Though this world is new to him, it's exciting and it elicits feeling out of him — something he's been chasing, since he can't chase a high anymore — and he loves anything that lets him be creative. Currently, his strongest creative outlet is writing. But who knows, with this class, maybe his next big creative outlet could have to do with art?

Yelena had mentioned it was cool, and he trusted Yelena.

She said the teacher knew one of her fellow former ex-widows, and that she was talented. And by the looks of a skull with flowers around it on the wall, he could tell she was. A small smile twitched on Bob's lips as he looked at it. "Cool as fuck," is all he managed to say, out loud, before realizing the teacher had finally opened entered the area.

His immediate reaction was to blink hard and swallow, because uhm, holy fuck, she was beautiful. And admittedly, he's always had a thing for women with light eyes, and her eyes were an icy blue when she turned to look at him.

The smile she gave him was pretty stellar too. He found his stomach doing a flip, because of it. He had looked a little bit glazy eyed, due to how distracted he was by her, when she finally spoke.

"Bob, right?" she said in greeting.

"Uh, yeah - Tarot? It's Bob, or Robert," he replies to her, saluting for some reason.

"Did Yelena give you my name?" she asks, perplexed, hand on her hip. The hand on her hip has a rag with paint all over it and Bob's curious about it.

"Uh, yeah, yeah — she did. She also told me we were going to experiment with paints today, and eventually charcoal and water colors," he says this a little too fast, while fidgeting with his hands, which are covered by gloves — you know, just in case. (He can control It, The Void, but just in case, he has to tell himself. It's always a precaution.)

"Totally, totally. Nice to meet you, Bob. Did you want to start now? Or did you want to discuss what type of art you're into first?" she asks, gesturing for him to follow her further inside to more artwork.

He's in a big ole sweater, and he sits on a comfortable couch beside her. She offers him some coffee. As an addict, he shouldn't take the caffeine, but it's the only vice he has left, since it's not like he can get high anyway - due to the serum making it really difficult. And the caffeine is just something to feel little kicker. And it's not like he's drinking red bull. Which he does drink sometimes.

His blue eyes are a little wide at her statement regarding what type of art he's into. "I don't know, really. I wanted to come here to make art. I don't really know what type of art I like. I know what music I like, you know? But art, nah. I don't know. I'm not even sure if I'm good at it, you know?"

She's a reasonable distance from him on the couch and she smiles at him, one of those genuine smiles that he feels is real, and not like she's being fake or making fun of him. "No one is bad at art. You can draw a stick figure, right? You can scribble?" she asked.

He nodded, casually. "Doesn't mean I'm good at drawing stick figures, or I'm good at scribbling…" He looked away. "Could be shit at it, really."

She shrugged. "Maybe you're not. But you're with an expert, in a judgement free zone. So, let's start with a little confidence in yourself. Who knows, you could surprise yourself?"

He smiled at her.

She smiled back.

"Where do we start?" he asked.

"Whenever you're ready." She responded.

[neonmoons-moved]

if it matters to you so much, i can just give it to you. - Genesis & Bennett

@outfromthesea (discord)

As much as Genesis needed to tell him the information she had found on his wife, and her cheating, part of her felt bad about it. She admittedly, had become a little too friendly with him and thought if she told him, it would shatter his whole world if he knew the whole truth. Obviously, Bennett knew some of the truth, because he had hired her to discover the truth. But he probably thought he was just assuming things and making an ass out of himself and her, and that his wife wasn’t actually cheating.

The fact that his wife was cheating really bummed Genesis out. It made her hate having to break the news to him, when usually breaking bad news was her favorite part of her job as a private investigator.

She hated the idea of breaking the news so much, that she decided to break it to him lightly at her favorite diner. One where they served shakes. So, even though he was going to get some crap news, he’d get it with a chocolate shake.

Letting out a sigh, she takes a long sip of her vanilla shake, before she says, “If it matters to you so much, I can just give it you.” Her eyes avert away from him and she takes in a shaky breath.

He looks worried, but he’s always looked somewhat like he’s worried. Like he’s on the verge of a breakdown. “I’d rather hear it from you than anyone else.” He says, looking directly at her, making her nod firmly.

She gets out a photo of his wife and another man, kissing at the park. “I’m sorry, man. I really am. But it’s the worst case scenario.” She puts another photo of them together, heading to what appears to be his home. “I wish I could tell you your wife wasn’t a cheat, but yeah, she kindaaa sortaaa sucks?” Her hands open in an open-armed shrug, and then she watches as he makes a few facial expressions that she can’t quite read, and then one that seems completely hurt.

“It’s like I knew it was happening, it’s just…seeing the proof, it hurts?” He shrugs.

Genesis reaches out and squeezes his arm. “It always does, man. But look on the bright side, you can start over, find some other gal who’s crazy over your sad cow eyes, and treats you much better than she ever did.” She shrugs slightly. “I mean, I think you’re worth it. Coming from a gal who’s met many people who suck and many amazing people, as well.” She smiles.

He somehow smiles back. “Means a lot coming from you. But I think I’m going to be sore for a couple of days.” He sighs. “Thanks for the milkshake, kinda eases the pain.”

She nods. “Yeah, did for me, too.”

His eyebrow perks up. “For you, too? Someone cheated on you before?” ”Hard to believe, but yeah, a good while back. But it’s fine now. I’m survived the heartbreak. You’ll survive it, too.” She takes another sip of her milkshake.

“Sure do hope so.”

“You will,” she says, “Everyone always does.”

[neonmoons-moved]

headcanons for kayla’s version of rachel. 

@outfromthesea (disco.rd) rachel temperance // 1x1 verse with hannah roth.

Prefers to be called Rachel, unless she really likes you, and then it’s “Rae” or ‘Chel’. 

Has her own club. It’s called “The Light” and it's popular in the area they’re in. Not known by many for criminal activity, but once upon a time it did involve as much. But no one messes with her, because she can be a bit much when messed with.

She has a master's degree in psychology, but decided not to use it. Mostly uses it mess with people who mess with her? Mostly cause she gets a kick out of it and is a bit of a little shit. 

Quit journalism because she knew it wasn’t for her. 

She’s never been married and didn’t think she’d be the type until she met Hannah, where she thought that it could be in the cards for her. 

Loves kids. Is an only child. Wants to become a parent, but personally doesn’t want to give birth. 

Can be a bit impulsive at times and not in tune with her feelings, but that doesn’t mean she isn’t aware of other people’s emotions.  She just treats most things like a game. Especially people’s emotions. The fact that Hannah wouldn’t treat their relationship like a game would be a relief to her and would make her feel cared for. 

She was raised in Los Angeles, and moved to get away to start fresh. 

Loves anything sweet-tasting. Loves to dance in her own club. 

Very protective of those she loves and will fight for those she cares about.

[neonmoons-moved]

Bio: Heaven Springs || Marion Sokolova

verse: heaven springs version of marion sokolova.

tw: parental death, abandonment.

Born ‘Ekaterina Abova’ Marion, was born to an Afghan Father and a Russian mother. Mila, her mother had told Ekaterina's father she had great powers and her father was terrified and decided to break off their engagement. Her mother had told him she was pregnant to see if he would stay, but he said he didn't want a baby and ran off from their home, leaving her mother to raise her by herself.

Or at least, to raise her by herself until she met Ulysses Sokolova. Ulysses treated Ekaterina like she was always his daughter. When she began to show psychic abilities, he was able to help her hone her craft and use her abilities properly, since her mother was too scared after Ekaterina’s father had left her mother.

At a young age, Ekaterina did not like her name very much. Since she lived in London, her name was often butchered by people her age and adults. Which led her to go by Marion. She had gotten the name from the Indiana Jones film she adored so much. She thought Marion was a strong woman, and she thought she was someone to look-up to. So, she took on her name as her own. Her mother thought it was a silly thing to do, because she thought she already had a wonderful name. She would call her ‘Ekaterina’ at home, until Marion told her she would be taking on Ulysses surname since she loved him like a father. She did not argue with this, and just decided not to argue with her about her name, anymore.

Marion would dabble in psychic readings with Ulysses to try and get better at them, until she saw his future. He would die, and that terrified her. So, she lied to him and told him that she no longer wanted to continue lessons and would go on to become a private investigator, instead. He would pass, while she went on her get her certification. Something that hurt her enough to have her leave London to go to the States to go to a unique town where strange oddities happened.

In this town, she kept busy, and no one cared that she was barely starting off as a private investigator. Mostly, because the people who lived there had a habit of coming to her with odd things that people in her job description would run away from and usually didn't deal with in that job description. She would deal with vampires, werewolves, ghosts, and demons. And she typically would find herself looking into books from her childhood that her mom had left her, but she had avoided, since they had scared off her dad.

It was exciting work. Work that kept her on her toes. And with her psychic abilities, she had an extra foot in the game that others in the field didn’t have. So, she was typically kept on her toes, curious more than anything, and more excited than scared.

Personality:

Marion is brutally honest and a bit sarcastic, but she is a good friend to have because she is motivational and kind, despite those things. Because while she is brutally honest, she’s not brutally honest to be mean. She’s doing so because she feels like if she doesn’t do it, someone else might and they may be meaner. And she tends to make it up to you by uplifting your spirits with something she notices you’re good at or something she notices you look good in.

She’s also not going to kick you while you’re down, so if she does notice something about you that’s off while you’re upset, she’s not going to point it out to you bluntly, she might wait or she’ll tell you kindly and try and help you with whatever it may be you are having an issue with that’s making you sad. She cares for her friends and the people around her.

However, she’s just a bit rough about the edges, due to the fact that she occasionally has psychic visions and sometimes finds herself in other people’s dreams and it’s something she’s not a fan of. Other magic, she has to try hard at. But those things, just sorta come naturally to her, because of a genetic thing. And it drives her up the wall. Which brings me to this: she's sympathetic to witches and magical beings, because she feels like they're cursed. She sometimes wishes her magic was taken away. But she won't admit this out loud.

[neonmoons-moved]

prompt: finally kissing the person you’ve been pining for. who: alfie covington & zoe. for: @outfromthesea notes: i did not proofread.

The party isn’t something that Alfie wants to go to. He finds most parties involve people wanting him to talk, and he prefers to keep to himself and stand by the food table, whenever he goes to a party. He prefers to be left alone. He’s not an asshole or anything. Nor does he dislike people. He just doesn’t really trust most people to talk to them, after his brother’s passing all those years ago.

When he hears a familiar voice though, and she gently nudges him after he doesn’t pay mind to her — mostly because he’s into the version of ‘blue christmas’ playing that he can’t place — he turns to face her and his face twists and then his lips twitch into a smile.

“We’re standing underneath the Mistletoe,” Zoe says suavely, giving him an in or an out. “How do you want this to go down? A chaste kiss on the lips or a kiss on the cheek…”

Alfie hum in thought, before he speaks for the most he’s spoken in days. “Surprise me,” and is then surprised with a chaste kiss on the lips.

A confident smile is on Zoe’s lips when he looks at her. “Merry Christmas,” she states, nodding her head. “Did you want to go and catch-up? It’s been years, since we’ve last seen each other and I want to know everything.”

The fact that she wants to know everything is a surprise to Alfie. Surely, she’s heard information about him from her brother. Where he’s been, how life’s been a bit…tricky. But he’ll happily entertain her. He’s always liked talking to her, and always will like talking to her.

[neonmyth-moved]

On My Mind.

Character(s): Marcus Storm (my oc), Maisara Ansari (my oc) with ft in reference Irene Ishikawa (kayla's oc), Chloe Doyle (kayla's oc)

Setting: Storm's apartment.

Verse: Sights On Seattle.

Word count: 439.

Notes: Mia and Storm are both too distracted by other people to go through with having a good time with each other.

Storm and Mia both agreed that this wasn't going to be anything serious. They didn't see this going anywhere and only saw this as the two of them having a little fun together at his apartment, because they were both hot and alone. Issue was, when Mia pulls him against his door, kisses his neck, and he should feel excited about what comes next when it's just the two of them. All he can think about is his neighbor, Irene, on the other side of the hallway.

And as much as he'd like to pretend it doesn't kill his mood, and as much as he enjoys the idea of beautiful woman like Mia all over him, Storm can't help but notice her mind goes elsewhere when her phone buzzes. Which leads him to gently grab her by her wrists and pull her away from him, once they've finally reached his leather couch.

Mia looks a little confused, but not disappointed. Her brown eyes dart towards her pocket, and away from him when he lets go of her wrists. "You're really not into this, are you?" she asks him, curiously, grabbing her phone and sending a text that has him release a breath he hadn't been aware he'd been holding.

He nods, slowly, adjusting his glasses that had been messed up during their makeout session, before his and her mind had gone elsewhere in the hallway where he'd thought of his neighbor and had lost interest. "Not really. You're…one of the most intelligent women I know, and you're mind-blowingly hot... It's just…" He places his hands over his face.

"You're gay?" she asks, eyebrow raising, typing again — right before she fixes the buttons on his shirt for him.

He lets out an awkward laugh. "Bisexual, actually. But no. I, uhm, I have someone else on my mind right now. I know she's into me, too. It's just, none of us have taken that first step." He laughs awkwardly again.

Mia smirks, slightly. Pokes his chest. "Then, make the move if you know she's into you, stupid. Life is short, man. The world is crazy," she tells him, smooth.

"You're right. I just…have secrets." He winks at her, and Mia rolls her eyes.

"In this city, half the people have secrets. I'm sure, she'll accept you and your secrets — whatever they are." She narrows her eyes at him and he sighs.

"I sure hope so."

He wants to ask her who she's been texting, what has her so distracted, but then her phone rings, and she leaves with a polite goodbye. Leaving him alone, thinking about the fact that he probably should make a move on his neighbor.