#katherine please

[malka-lisitsa]

I'm a sick fuck i like a quick fuck

"May I introduce you to literally anyone else but me?"

[malka-lisitsa]

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Looks: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 Personality: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 Attraction: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 Would they date them: yes | no Favorite thing about them: Mmmm when I tell you this man can PLEASE in the sack Least favorite thing about them: Will always pick Klaus when it matters.

"You'd score higher on your personality if it wasn't a large part of why you cater to Klaus. At least it doesn't hinder your ability to to fuck me so hard even my nightmares can't get me out of that coma."

[team-evil-bitches]

Assuming there's any justice in the world and and Rylie goes home this week I really hope we'll see a change in Katherine's gameplay. Having him so glued to her side like this really limits her options here in terms of social/strategic maneuvering with how poor his other relationships in the house are. It's not like she can just easily disentangle herself from him while he's still in the house either. Rylie is clearly volatile! If she tries to separate it's very easy to see him finding some way to take it out on her either by targeting her relentlessly for eviction, or by harassing her since they're stuck living in close quarters. Genuinely a super shitty scenario for her to be in here!

[malka-lisitsa]

"I think I'm falling in love with you."

send my muse “I think I’m falling in love with you.” to see their reaction  ♡

Katherine licked the left over blood from her lips and set the glass to the side. That nonsense needed her full attention.

Honestly it was not all that surprising, the way he looked at her constantly left nothing to the imagination. He's heavily captivated by her, and would lay down in a puddle if it made her happy not to get her shoes wet. And they say chivalry is dead.

Katherine looked at him for a moment, not saying a word. Breeding the kind of silence that would make any anxiety disorder spike. Brow raised, she tilted her head.

"Didn't I already tell you that was a bad idea? I'm not a girl you get involved with romantically if you want any sort of returned feelings."

Honestly that had been weird for Katherine when it happened, she usually likes the one sided love because she can use it. So the fact that she warned him, had to mean he meant something to her. Bleh.

"I think you just have a red rocket and you're confusing that for love Gabe, you want to hit up a bar and see if we can get you a boy toy?"

[malka-lisitsa]

"I almost.. want him to provoke you just to see that but also—I really don't like it when you two fight, so maybe not."

"I really need to put a password on that thing. Something hard to figure out."

"Yea he does like to try to kiss and make up literally, so I can see where that would be a bother."

"You should try something he'd never think to use. OH! Pick the g-spot."

[malka-lisitsa]

"I know, I take pride in still living even after giving you a twirl."

She shrugged, a grin crawling onto her face at the smile on Katherines. "You might like to keep me on my toes, but I don't enjoy it much. You could at least send a text, a postcard, something."

"Noted."

That look is a warning, she's cooking something horribly inconvenient.

"You're right next time I'll leave you the beginning of a scavenger hunt and see how far you get before I get bored of leaving you clues."

[malka-lisitsa]

📱 if u wanna

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[Text: pupper doggo] youer like kinda hot [Text: pupper doggo] I dig a man witj tats [Text: pupper doggo] do you even lift [Text: pupper doggo] come lidt me eehehe

[deceptivemorals]

She is singing this (minus select words) to herself while she flips through a magazine waiting for him to be ready to take out out to lunch.

She's clearly singing about him.

elijah stood before the mirror, knotting a new tie with practiced ease, his movements fluid until he reached for his tailored jacket. katherine’s voice floated from the other room, singing along a song that doesn't really catch his attention until he heard certain words. his hand faltered mid-motion, the jacket half-on, a flicker of intrigue crossing his stoic expression. the crude word (so far from his decorum) sparked a curious amusement. he resumed, slipping the jacket on smoothly, and stepped into the doorway.

"it seems as if your taste in lyrics is… vivid, to say the least. such colorful language for one’s virtues." he trailed off, not making it clear clear on what exactly he is referring to. "are you ready for lunch?". || @malka-lisitsa