#[ katherine pierce / malka lisitsa ]

[xxgotthedevilinsidexx-archived]

@malka-lisitsa Asked:

"i didn't do anything! he was like that when i got here."

【༶•⛧┈♛】     ――――   Damon   raised   an   eyebrow,   his   piercing   blue   eyes   scanning   Katherine's   face   for   any   sign   of   deception.   ❝   Really   ?   Because   the   last   time   I   checked,   corpses   don't   usually   end   up   with   their   hearts   ripped   out   on   their   own.   ❞

Damon   circled   the   body,   his   boots   leaving   faint   impressions   in   the   blood-soaked   carpet.   ❝   No,   you're   right.   This   isn't   your   style.   Too   crude,   too...   impulsive.   ❞   He   paused,   fixing   her   with   a   knowing   smirk.   ❝   But   that   doesn't   mean   you're   not   involved.   ❞

His   brow   rose   and   he   leaned   in   close,   his   breath   tickling   Katherine's   ear   as   he   whispered,   ❝   So,   tell   me,   my   dear   Katherine.   If   you   didn't   do   this,   who   did   ?   ❞

[multi-royalty]

𝙺𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙿𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚎 : “So call it pride or vanity, but after the life that I’ve led, I refuse to drift off into the sunset.”

made for @malka-lisitsa

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[wastheheart]

Continued from here || @malka-lisitsa

To be honest, Esme would normally let these things slide, but exhaustion was cruel. She remembers what it feels like to run on nothing, but keep pushing regardless. In a way, this life is cruel; no matter how tired she is, she can't rest. The closest she'll ever get is feeding, but even then, the respite is brief.

A smile curls the corners of Esme's lips upwards in response to Katherine's less than kind words, Esme's shoulders offering a shrug shortly after.

"That's true," she agrees, smoothing creases from her skirt which is resting across her legs, one crossed over the other. "But I can still make sure you're alright. Consider it, well... consider it a question in good faith and nothing more."

[snnynaturalarch]

Katherine would let her pet a hell hound AND support Sonny punching throats just saying.

she's  sold  if  katherine  pulls  over  and  lets  her  pet  all  the  cows.

[bloodwr4th-a]

What exactly is your relationship with Katherine?

ask kol for relationship.

" already answered that one, but guess you all want to know all of my secrets. katherine and i love to judge people together when we sip on our lunch. we loves to see people squirm when we are in town because they don't know if we are here for a laugh or if we are here for their endings. though, i'm the one, with her sometimes, to end suffering. if that doesn't answers your question, well, we are best friend who loves chaos. " / @malka-lisitsa.

[foundationbuilt]

@malka-lisitsa liked for a sad scene <3

❝ Give him back to me . He deserves a proper burial , you know that . ❞

[bullsh1tterz]

₊🎞️❜ |[ @malka-lisitsa remarked ]|   :

"Well don't you look like you're just not having a good time being alive."

"Well ain't you the most observant gal in this part o' the city." he responds, words laced in sarcasm and distaste. So what if he looks like he's having a bad time? He always does. It's how his face falls and it's true to his state of being.

"Tell me, what gave it away?" a tilt of his head, cigarette extending a little further from his form in the motion. "The fuckin' frown?" he bites on the last two words for dear life, stressing on the syllables as though to demonstrate just how redundant the statement felt to him.

[nexusvcrti]

Mystic Falls is... quaint. There's really no other way to describe the town that her father and his siblings have a connection to. Even in the modern age, it's quiet in a way that Hope isn't accustomed to, and it always feels a little bit like people are watching. She honestly pats herself on the back a little for eluding Elijah for so long, and she's throwing caution to the wind by doing this. She jogs down the steps outside the church, toward the tomb that her uncle had come back to at least twice now. Something, or someone was down there and Hope is never going to learn anything by eavesdropping on high school students. There's a body propped up against a wall inside, and she can't quite make out her features, so Hope inches closer, eyes widening as she recognizes the woman. She'd seen her portrait only one time, right before her father had flown into a terrifying range. Her hair and clothes are obviously different, but the features are the same. Pulling out a bloodbag from her bag, Hope tears it open and holds it under the pallid, dessicated face, waiting for her eyes to open. "So...what'd you do to piss off an Original?" // @malka-lisitsa

[actiongrrl]

"You smell like a salad bar threw up."

−−−¨༺ "Wow. Roast me harder, daddy."

[antiqsvchoticarch]

*gives her a cookie, and its not even poisoned or anything its just a really good cookie*

"..........is it snickerdoodle?"

[founderscouncil]

Matt's at a loss. What does a broke, working-class kid get a centuries old vampire for her birthday? Every idea he comes up with sound worse than the last, and he's not entirely sure whether any of his friends would be willing to help.

Alcohol is a start, and he sprung for a decent bottle of scotch but it also feels impersonal in a way. He's got no way of defining whatever the hell is happening with him and @malka-lisitsa, but she's at least someone he cares about in his own way, and he likes to think it's the same on her end. Or maybe he's just walking blindly into a trap. Wouldn't be the first time for that either.

But he pulls up in front of the Grill, dressed in a clean pair of jeans and a flannel without any holes in it. They're only meeting here for convenience's sake, and he feels a little like he's driving up to the Gilberts' for the first time to take Elena out on a date.

But Katherine is decidedly not his ex-girlfriend, and Matt finds himself a little grateful that they're such opposite personalities despite looking identical. His truck idles at the curb as he hops out of the cab, all nervous energy that both feels misplaced and not, given the current situation. "I was thinking I could take you out for your birthday? Like, out of Mystic Falls somewhere. If you didn't already have plans?"

[multi-royalty]

𝖭𝖠𝖣𝖨𝖠 𝖯𝖤𝖳𝖱𝖮𝖵𝖠 - in a moment of weakness, you eat chocolate or kiss the wrong boy, you don't jump off a clock tower

@malka-lisitsa

[littlebennettbitch]

@malka-lisitsa | liked for a starter

“Of all the people in the world, I had to be stuck here with you.”

[snnynaturalarch]

@malka-lisitsa

"give  me  a  reason  why  i  shouldn't  cut your head off  right  here,  right  now."

[bloodwr4th-a]

For the relationship meme: explain Kol's relationship with malka-lisitsa's Katherine

question kol on relationship.

" she's the queen of hell. she's actually one in a few that i trust with my life, yeah, not afraid nor obssessed that she will end up running away. we love to cause mayhem when it comes to my brothers and loves to gossip and judge people when we are around dramas. she the sister that everyone wish to have and sometimes, wants to bury. but that's okay, she's a kolnausi shipper. so, we are safe. " / @malka-lisitsa.

[savagevillain]

It truly is a marvellous feeling, to be so close to breaking the curse, finally, and to have @malka-lisitsa in his clutches to watch it happen. To see how her attempts at escape, denying him, have proved fruitless in the end; all she has been left with is paranoid so deep and thick that it's shook her out of her core, destroyed the girl she had so desperately wanted to save ( the girl that had died that night she hung a noose around her neck ). Oh, but what was it worth it? To live a life of running and hiding and scheming, tasting the fear upon her tongue every time she turned a corner ( it's a question he's asked himself, but one he'll never answer; there's never been a choice, never the option to simply turn and stop and die ).

Swiftly dismissing the thoughts of the past, for they're no longer important, not when his future is so sweet, he grips Katerina by the nape of her neck, fingers half tangled among locks of thick hair, and drags her into the room, kicking the door shut. His strength is pathetic in this form, but he holds back none of what he has; he hopes he leaves bruises, if only for a moment before the nature she stole smooths away the blemished. ❛ Katerina, Katerina, ❜ he sings in a voice that is not his own, but full of glee that most definitely is. ❛ We have so much time to make up for. ❜