Isabella Theresa Reyas Watson

Private | highly selective Bates Motel OC RP Muns 20+ | Muse under age Sideblog to tillhumanvxices & moralxcenter

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nxamaro:

It was okay. She wasn’t here having to hide how she really felt at this moment. He understood only too well what it meant to witness such horrible things. If she didn’t feel like smiling, he’d be the last to force the girl having to.

“Yeah.” He nodded meeting the petite brunette’s eyes. In fact they’d just been speaking on the phone before Nick came inside to ask if she needed anything. “I told him you’re worried about him. But he needs to do this by himself. To make sure they don’t fuck anything up, you know.” He explained her father’s reasons. “He owes your mom that.”

Her jaw tightened ever so slightly at the mention of her mother. “He wouldn’t have had to owe her shit if he’d made sure she didn’t go home that night.” She wasn’t really as angry with her dad as it came across, but it frustrated her that he’d said that. What about the things he owed Bella? Things like not ending up on an autopsy table for example. 

She found herself wiping a wet streak off her cheek, legs still close to her body. “He should let someone else do it.” That’s what her mother would’ve wanted - not for him to run around thinking he was invincible.

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nxamaro:

Nick gave Isabella a sympathetic look, as he knelt before her. “How about some hot cocoa?” There probably still was some in the kitchen, since he tried to constantly have cocoa powder at home for his own daughter’s visits.

His older half-brother’s call took him by surprise yet it didn’t need a second thought for Nick to agree on taking her in for a couple of days while Alex was investigating the girl’s mother’s case. He’d have done it the same way in his position, so he immediately arranged a week off his own job to be there for his niece.

“Okay.” She agreed and mustered up what she could of a smile, although it was barely noticeable. She didn’t want to seem ungrateful or any of the sort, but it was difficult to pretend like everything was okay when her mind was full of horrible thoughts and images. 

Why couldn’t someone else investigate the case? Why couldn’t her dad take time off; for all Bella knew, it’d be his funeral next. Especially with the murderer still on the loose. “Have you talked to dad?” The words left her quietly, she hadn’t heard much from him.

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@nxamaro

Bella knew her dad had only meant well when he sent her away, but the last thing she wanted was to be away from him; especially after what had happened. She felt sick just thinking about it. Eyes shot up once her a voice finally dragged her away from those horrible thoughts and memories - she wasn’t exactly sure how long her uncle had been standing there, and it took her a second to register what he said; did she want anything to drink. “Sure.” She more or less muttered the response and pulled her knees closer to her torso. 

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tillhumanvxices:

Now she’d definitely say yes to those shots. Blaire immediately felt sick to her stomach at the pure mention of him, so much so that she had to swallow down a lump that grew in her throat. Bella was right, she had tried to help him. He’d seemed so troubled, she had cared about him. She withdrew her hand and stood up, turned away from her daughter ever so slightly so she wouldn’t see her mother pinching the bridge of her nose in order to keep back a stream of tears that she wouldn’t be able to stop once they were flowing. “Mhm, that so?” Her voice cracked, but she hoped Bella didn’t notice. 

The younger brunette noticed the sudden change and followed turning around in her seat. Hands kept reaching out, when they lost touch. “Yeah.” Bella didn’t need to hear the cracking voice since she could see it in the way her mother’s shoulders basically dropped with it. “Mom?” Did she say something wrong? It surly couldn’t be the fact that she’d miss teaching. Though did the subject trigger her memories of what happened during the school ball night? “Mom look at me, please.” 

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tillhumanvxices:

She took her daughter’s hand and stroked the back of it with her thumb; Blaire was supposed to take care of Bella, not the other way around. “News?” With the mention of the shots she wondered just how bad those news could be. Not that she’d say no to a few shots in general at this point. “What’s happened?”

Giving her mother’s hand a gentle squeeze Bella shrugged her shoulders and took a sip from her mug with her free one. “Nothing big. They just informed us that Norman dropped out. That weird guy with the pretty story you wanted to help getting published a few months ago, remember? Emma said something along the lines that he’d have to help at the motel.”

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tillhumanvxices:

Blaire offered the girl an apologetic smile once she noticed the mugs. She shouldn’t have to apologise for trying to get her own mother’s attention; Blaire shouldn’t be as panicked and on edge as she still was. It was ridiculous, but she just couldn’t help it. “Don’t apologise, sweetheart. I’m just a little..Things are still a bit difficult.” It was all she really could bring herself to say.

“Yeah. It’s okay, I really shouldn’t have come in like this.” Bella smiled back and reached for her mother’s hand. “Didn’t notice I’ve been that quiet. I just thought you’d want to get to know some news from school. Or should we add some shots to your tea first?” 

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cont. from {x} | @tillhumanvxices

“Sorry Mom.” Bella bit down on her lower lip as she sat down besides her. Placing the fresh mugs of tea on the table for them. “I actually wanted to do the opposite because you seemed to be elsewhere with your thoughts.” Which was truly understandable after what had happened to her mother. She should have thought before touching her anywhere near the neckline.

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cont. from {x} | @tillhumanvxices

“I’m trying...” Arms wrapped around her shaking frame, Bella leaned into her mother’s shoulder. Tears falling from scared brown eyes as she nodded. “What is wrong with me?” The girl slightly slurred the question, having felt strange ever since the end of the break. 

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1. Their family and their relationship with each member?

OC Questions! / Accepting

“My family’s kinda messed up, but we care about each other. I’ve got a pretty good relationship with my mom and dad, but I don’t see them a lot - well, my mom’s a teacher at my school so I obviously see her there, but other than that we don’t really spend a lot of time together anymore. My dad’s the town sheriff so he’s usually at the station -- It’s not bad though, I’m not really upset about it or anything.” She shrugged. “It just gets a little bit lonely every now and then. And I don’t exactly spend time with a lot of other people in the family. I mean, my mom’s boyfriend a psychopath, my dad’s girlfriend is just...kinda weird, and I’m not allowed to talk to my grandpa.” She realised how bad it sounded, but it really wasn’t that bad; not when she was just with her parents at least. They did care about her, and obviously wanted the best for her - they just made shit choices for themselves. “I’ve got my aunt though. I think I spend more time with her than I do with my mom and dad combined.” Aunt Jo wasn’t as much an aunt as she was the big sister Bella had always wanted. She was the one person the girl could actually talk to about the shit that went on at home and at school.

[memeasaurus-promptus]

OC Questions!

Specify an oc/oc muse and a number for the question directed to them/about them!

Their family and their relationship with each member?

Favorite thing to do on the weekends?

The one OC/character that they cannot stand?

The one OC/character that they would die for?

Favorite thing to do when it’s raining?

If they were in an RPG, what class would they play as? 

Did they go to school? How well did they do grade-wise?

Draw a picture of them/post a face-claim?

Favorite AU/verse? The worst?

One fact that no one but you knows about?

What’s their favorite thing to wear? 

Their favorite/least favorite thing starting with the letter __?

What is their favorite branch of magic? If they already practice, which one would they like to learn the most?

Name their mortal nemesis? 

If they have/had long hair, how will/would/had they wear/worn it?

Name the one thing they despise the most?

Tea, coffee, or hot chocolate?

Do they have an accent? What words do they pronounce differently compared to others? 

Sweaters, coats, or hoodies? 

If they go out to eat, what is their #1 go-to order? 

Dog person or cat person? Both? Neither?

What colors look good on them? What colors do not? 

If they went to college, what major would they take? 

Do they have a nervous tick? An anxious habit? 

Are they an extrovert, an introvert, or in between? 

What toppings do they put on a pizza? 

If they could have any creature as a pet/companion, mythical or otherwise, what would they have?

What would they buy out of a vending machine? 

Talk about an item you have in your home/inventory? 

Free question! Add your own question!

[littlemusingthings]

“ I can do it. ”

          “ You’re not hearing me. ” 

“ I’m hearing you. I can do it. ”

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[nowadaystheworldislitbylightning]

I’m not twelve, you can’t bribe me anymore. Well, you can, but you have to adjust for lifestyle and inflation.

Becca Moody, Californication (via nowadaystheworldislitbylightning)

[dargina]

“Hey, be respectful of your mother’s questionable choices.” - Hank Moody, s06e07 

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tillhumanvxices:

No, that’s definitely coming from your dad. 

Sure cuz he’s so much of a talker. 

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tillhumanvxices:

Glad to see your dad has been teaching you all the witty comebacks.

I’d say I got the love for words from your end of the DNA cord. Dad works a lot.

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tillhumanvxices:

I think you should go to your room

More like I should make a short stop at the bathroom along the way to wash my eyes with bleach.