Elizabeth Taylor (don't start!)

"Just because I'm dead, doesn't mean I can't have a life!" Indy account for Betsy Taylor, from the Undead series. FC: Jennifer Morrison

[the-knife-with-an-edge]

[Imma start a thing anyway you can reply whenever kay] "Heads up," Betsy called out lazily, seconds after she had thrown the knife from the kitchen block at the blonde's head. She almost hoped it would hit the girl, if only to elect a response from her.

If she couldn’t hear the knife being drawn out of the wooden block (she could), then she could certainly sense it. Even provided how enticing the book was, the blonde still had the sense to shift slightly. The tip of the knife just barely grazing her ear and hitting the wall with a clattering sound. Apart from this movement, Bolest gave Betsy no other response. 

[the-knife-with-an-edge]

undeadqueenbetsy:

“Woah, what?” Betsy hissed. She scrambled upright, glaring at the blonde who sat rubbing her head. “What do you mean, you’re not doing this?”She quickly crossed the room, bending down to grab the front of Bolest’s shirt and haul her to her feet.

“You don’t just get to decide that you suddenly don’t want to do this, not after you just slammed my head into the floor hard enough to crack the marble.” She looked the other woman up and down, her eyes hardening and turning dark red. “We’re doing this.” She pushed Bolest roughly away from herself with a raised eyebrow. “Right. Now.”

❝ You heard me, I don’t want to do this. And I especially don’t want to see your  face right in mine today, tomorrow or ever for that matter. ❞ She spat, stumbling as the vampire pushed her back. Betsy could threaten her with cheap talk all she liked, Bolest wasn’t going to give in voluntarily. Why couldn’t she just understand that she wanted to be left alone? 

Betsy was just an inconvenience, too loud and too brash for Bolest’s liking. Where ever she went, there was always some sort of noise going on with her. - And Bolest hated it.      ❝ Fuck you, I don’t have to do shit. ❞ The blonde took three steps back, crossing her arms over her chest. She wasn’t going to do it. 

                                 She wasn’t going to do it. 

[undeadqueenbetsy]

For whatever reason, Bolest refusing to fight her was the last straw. Betsy snapped. She didn’t think, couldn’t think, she just reacted. She leaped at Bolest in a rage, her blonde hair flying out behind her, eyes the colour of blood. She raised a fist and hit Bolest so hard in the jaw that had Bolest been human her jaw would have shattered. Without giving the other time to react, she grabbed the slender neck and threw Bolest across the room again, as hard as she could.

This bitch is going to die. She was tired of this bitch and her lack of fucking emotion. She was going to kill Bolest if it was the last thing she did; if she could figure out how to before she got her head ripped off her shoulders anyway.

“Maybe this will change your mind,” she said, lifting Bolest in her arms easily and forcing her head to the side before she bit down harder then was necessary, relishing the taste of her blood.

[soulofwickedness-deactivated201]

Please reblog if you are a oc roleplaying blog

//; Got to check out more of you all so if you’d be so ever kind as to reblog ~

[viciousdesire-blog]

REBLOG if you're thankful you discovered the Role-play side of Tumblr.

[undeadqueenbetsy]

I’m in that kind of mood so 🍃 like for a starter 🌺

[suisosei]

So, I’ve personally never seen any posts supporting or praising writers who have a clean, sparse style so this is one’s for them. Don’t let anyone tell you you’re a bad writer just because you don’t write flowery, extravagant prose full of metaphors and obscure words. Vocabulary and metaphors aren’t the only things that makes writing “good”. Rhythm, tone, clarity, word choice, and voice also makes writing good. And you know what? You can achieve that with minimal description and a complete lack of metaphors. Your writing, no matter how minimalist it is, is just as valid and just as good as pretty, flowery prose.

[tittytron]

tumblr friendships are hard to maintain like im sorry i know i havent talked to you in 5 months but you’re still super rad and i still consider us friends im just dumb

[ironbound-oberon]

#if you’re wondering if this is for you #it’s probably for you

[the-knife-with-an-edge]

[Imma start a thing anyway you can reply whenever kay] "Heads up," Betsy called out lazily, seconds after she had thrown the knife from the kitchen block at the blonde's head. She almost hoped it would hit the girl, if only to elect a response from her.

If she couldn’t hear the knife being drawn out of the wooden block (she could), then she could certainly sense it. Even provided how enticing the book was, the blonde still had the sense to shift slightly. The tip of the knife just barely grazing her ear and hitting the wall with a clattering sound. Apart from this movement, Bolest gave Betsy no other response. 

[the-knife-with-an-edge]

undeadqueenbetsy:

A small smile flittered over Betsy’s lips, before she was thrown to the ground with the blonde pinning her down. She winced slightly when her head smacked the floor, and again when it was forcefully slammed by her attacker. The smile, however, stayed.

“Finally.” She bent her knees, wedging her legs between herself and Bolest, and sent her flying back across the room with considerable force. She hadn’t been lying earlier, she wasn’t hungry. She’d fed on her way over. And seeing as that had been just a few moments ago…

“Don’t hold back, now,” she said to Bolest, sitting up and feeling the cut on the back of her head stitch back together. She brought her hand away from her head, and licked the blood off. “I wanna see what you’re really made of.”

She was about to get up to attack the vampire again, but stopped herself. This was precisely what Betsy wanted - so why should she have to give it to her?   ❝ No…No i’m not doing this. ❞ Bolest groaned, rubbing her head.     ❝ Go find someone else to indulge you, i’m not doing it any longer. ❞ A year or two ago Bolest would have eagerly obliged to Betsy’s request, now she just wanted to be left alone. If she had it her way - she’d have absolutely nothing to do with the bloodsucker. 

[undeadqueenbetsy]

“Woah, what?” Betsy hissed. She scrambled upright, glaring at the blonde who sat rubbing her head. “What do you mean, you’re not doing this?”She quickly crossed the room, bending down to grab the front of Bolest’s shirt and haul her to her feet.

“You don’t just get to decide that you suddenly don’t want to do this, not after you just slammed my head into the floor hard enough to crack the marble.” She looked the other woman up and down, her eyes hardening and turning dark red. “We’re doing this.” She pushed Bolest roughly away from herself with a raised eyebrow. “Right. Now.”

[undeadqueenbetsy]

I’m rubber and you’re glue,“ I told Satan, ” and everything that bounces off me sticks to you.

Betsy Taylor

[chasingjustiicearchive-deactiva]

This has been on my mind for long but I’m gonna do this - please reblog this if you’re comfortable with pre-establishing relationships. I do not mean “met at the grocery store two weeks ago” or “have a common friend”, but rather stuff like “have been best friends since kindergarten”, “go for a beer every friday”, “friends with benefits”, “dated in highschool”, “hate each other’s guts because -insert reason-”  etc. Something meaningful (but not necessarily shippy) and I mean with muns/characters you have not interacted with, because I cannot believe I am the only one who prefers jumping right into the heart of the human interaction

[overcrowdedtardis-blog-deactiva]

STARTER [undeadqueenbetsy]

The Doctor looked up, momentarily pausing his efforts to free himself by remembering the tricks he’d picked up from dear old Harry Houdini. “You know, I really must congratulate you,” he beamed, “this is the most comfortable chair I’ve ever been tied to. And I’m practically a connoisseur at this point.”

@undeadqueenbetsy

[undeadqueenbetsy]

“Perks of living in such a lovely mansion, I suppose,” Betsy replied idly, watching the intruder from her perch on top of a nearby table. She glanced down at her shoes and frowned; one of the toes had scuff marks.

“Now, enlighten me. What the hell are you doing in my house?”

[undeadqueenbetsy]

When your fcking roommate doesn’t come home for three days straight

[undeadqueenbetsy]

headcanon

Every Valentines Day, Betsy will buy cards for Sinclair and the likes. She’ll pass them out with a tiny smirk. The cards will read such things as:

“There’s no one else I’d rather annoy the shit out of.”

“You’re lucky to have me. & vice versa.”

And her (my) personal favourite “Roses are red, violets are blue, this card was expensive, take off your clothes.”

[the-knife-with-an-edge]

💬 (bc we all know Bolest despises her yet puts up with her for some reason lmao)

❝ Honestly? I have never fucking loathed someone as much as I loathe you. I’m not entirely sure why I opt to keep you around, perhaps I have something still to gain from you - possibly It’s because I can’t figure out a way to keep you dead. Which is a shame because you are truly the most irritating woman to exist. ❞

[undeadqueenbetsy]

[the-knife-with-an-edge]

[Imma start a thing anyway you can reply whenever kay] "Heads up," Betsy called out lazily, seconds after she had thrown the knife from the kitchen block at the blonde's head. She almost hoped it would hit the girl, if only to elect a response from her.

If she couldn’t hear the knife being drawn out of the wooden block (she could), then she could certainly sense it. Even provided how enticing the book was, the blonde still had the sense to shift slightly. The tip of the knife just barely grazing her ear and hitting the wall with a clattering sound. Apart from this movement, Bolest gave Betsy no other response. 

[the-knife-with-an-edge]

undeadqueenbetsy:

“Oh, good.”

Betsy rolled her eyes, having had enough of waiting for something to happen. She could see the rage of the blonde, bubbling just below the surface, hell she could smell her rage- burnt toast was never a pleasant scent. She wondered if she ought to grab a knife; she was fast, but Bolest could easily match her speed, outrun her even. The only weapon she had right now, other than her strength and speed, was her quick reflexes, whereas Bolest could probably claw her eyes out if she felt like it.

“Well, come on then.”

Then again, a stiletto to the chest would slow anyone down. No matter how gross the thought.

She took two long strides before throwing herself at the taller woman, knocking them both to the ground. Bolest could hear her own teeth grinding as she grabbed Betsy’s head, slamming it onto the marble floor twice. Perhaps had she bothered to grab a knife before letting her raging frenzy take over it could have been effortless to cut out her tongue. (Bolest had been known to make her victims injuries rather symbolic - Betsy’s case may very well be a ‘subtle’ hint to stop talking). 

- Other means would have to do instead. 

[undeadqueenbetsy]

A small smile flittered over Betsy’s lips, before she was thrown to the ground with the blonde pinning her down. She winced slightly when her head smacked the floor, and again when it was forcefully slammed by her attacker. The smile, however, stayed.

“Finally.” She bent her knees, wedging her legs between herself and Bolest, and sent her flying back across the room with considerable force. She hadn’t been lying earlier, she wasn’t hungry. She’d fed on her way over. And seeing as that had been just a few moments ago...

“Don’t hold back, now,” she said to Bolest, sitting up and feeling the cut on the back of her head stitch back together. She brought her hand away from her head, and licked the blood off. “I wanna see what you’re really made of.”

[the-knife-with-an-edge]

[Imma start a thing anyway you can reply whenever kay] "Heads up," Betsy called out lazily, seconds after she had thrown the knife from the kitchen block at the blonde's head. She almost hoped it would hit the girl, if only to elect a response from her.

If she couldn’t hear the knife being drawn out of the wooden block (she could), then she could certainly sense it. Even provided how enticing the book was, the blonde still had the sense to shift slightly. The tip of the knife just barely grazing her ear and hitting the wall with a clattering sound. Apart from this movement, Bolest gave Betsy no other response. 

[the-knife-with-an-edge]

undeadqueenbetsy:

Finally, finally, she’d got a decent reaction. Betsy folded her arms, lifted her chin and stared down the blonde. 

“No.”

It wouldn’t take much more than that, she knew enough about Bolest to tell when she’d had enough. It was amusing, really, how easily she could rile the girl but it made it that much easier today. A fight was most certainly about to go down, just like she’d wanted, and she knew Bolest wasn’t going to hold back.

She closed the book with shaking hands, jaw clenched tightly (to the point where it was even painful for her). For a split second her eyes glazed over, Bolest could see herself slipping a knife into the vampire’s gut and watching as it’s intestines spilled onto the white floor beneath them. But that fantasy was soon over as she realised that Betsy matched her strength - the only defining thing between them was their skill. As far as she knew the vampire had no self defense training with any kind of weapon (she just happened to be somewhat accurate with an knife) or her own body, whereas Bolest had decades of experience - completely able to defend and kill without the need of a weapon. 

❝ I won’t warn you again. ❞ She spat, the tendons in her neck sticking out. If only Bolest could find a way to actually kill this thing - she would have done it all too long ago. 

[undeadqueenbetsy]

“Oh, good.”

Betsy rolled her eyes, having had enough of waiting for something to happen. She could see the rage of the blonde, bubbling just below the surface, hell she could smell her rage- burnt toast was never a pleasant scent. She wondered if she ought to grab a knife; she was fast, but Bolest could easily match her speed, outrun her even. The only weapon she had right now, other than her strength and speed, was her quick reflexes, whereas Bolest could probably claw her eyes out if she felt like it.

“Well, come on then.”

Then again, a stiletto to the chest would slow anyone down. No matter how gross the thought.

[the-knife-with-an-edge]

[Imma start a thing anyway you can reply whenever kay] "Heads up," Betsy called out lazily, seconds after she had thrown the knife from the kitchen block at the blonde's head. She almost hoped it would hit the girl, if only to elect a response from her.

If she couldn’t hear the knife being drawn out of the wooden block (she could), then she could certainly sense it. Even provided how enticing the book was, the blonde still had the sense to shift slightly. The tip of the knife just barely grazing her ear and hitting the wall with a clattering sound. Apart from this movement, Bolest gave Betsy no other response. 

[undeadqueenbetsy]

“I’m not hungry,” she said, aware that she probably sounded like a whinging three year old. “I’m pissed off.”

This time, when she threw the knife, she managed to lodge it in Bolest’s book. She smiled to herself. That will definitely get her attention. She knew the blonde had a short temper, especially when it came to Betsy.

[the-knife-with-an-edge]

Bolest wasn’t ready when the knife suddenly slipped through her book. Turning it over, she pulled the weapon out.  ❝ I’ve been nothing, but patient with you.  - Get out of my apartment. ❞ 

The blonde snapped, glaring at the vampire in front of her. The fact that the vampire had the audacity to even show up made her blood boil. 

❝ Don’t come back tonight, tomorrow or for the rest of the month. ❞ I

f Betsy were to show back up, Bolest doubted she would be able to refrain herself from trying to kill the vampire. The vampire, like most other people was someone she could only tolerate in small doses - very, very small doses. 

[undeadqueenbetsy]

Finally, finally, she’d got a decent reaction. Betsy folded her arms, lifted her chin and stared down the blonde. 

“No.”

It wouldn’t take much more than that, she knew enough about Bolest to tell when she’d had enough. It was amusing, really, how easily she could rile the girl but it made it that much easier today. A fight was most certainly about to go down, just like she’d wanted, and she knew Bolest wasn’t going to hold back.

[stability]

I may legally be an adult but don’t be fooled, I have no idea what the hell im doing