kleptomaniask

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🎯 @kleptomaniask / the burglar, :)

I would say I caught you red-handed, but all of you seems to be red now!

If you're going to sneak up on me, at least cover your smell.

DOMINATED, keep your hands in your own pockets next time!

I know I'm glowing but you can't steal me!

Hands off the merchandise, crook!

DOMINATED, I don't think we need to do a pat down now!

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🎯- @kleptomaniask / the burglar

"just stole something you cant steal from me, victory."

"i thought burglars were fast and secretive?"

"Okay fast-hands, you're in the wrong job, cause you're clearly better at stealing jewelry than stealing kills."

"i won and i need a prize so lets see what you got in those pockets."

"im just doing you a favour by taking the weight out of those pockets ok? maybe you'd get better at dodging without it."

(thank u for the ask!)

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🎯 from @kleptomaniask / the burglar!!!

“Stealing’s not polite, y’know!”

“You’re gonna think about how much that hurt next time you try stealing from me.”

“DOMINATED! Don’t tinker with things you don’t understand.”

“Looks like I’ve been caught red-handed… with your blood.”

“Just cause I’m shiny doesn’t mean you can steal me, magpie!”

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🎯 - @kleptomaniask (the burglar)

“Too slow! Maybe I oughta be burglin’ YOU!”

“DOMINATED, grabby! Keep your hands to yerself!”

“Turn your pockets out while ya leave, ya no-good crook!”

“DOMINATED! Looks like I caught you RED HANDED!”

“Yeah, let me guess- ya stole those weapons too, ain’t ya? You ain’t even steal GOOD ones!”

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Send me an Ask with “🎯 + @(your oc/merc)” and I’ll make some Rascal domination lines for them!!!

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Additionally. How would we feel if i staged an abstractionist / cursed ! kat thing right now (separate from current roleplays / plots just for convenience)

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ok burglarnation how would we feel if i did sports-based pinup (SFW) style Kat drawings for the oc competition

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trying so fucking hard not to make an au based on my current hyperfixation (iykyk) but its so hard. Its so hard.

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This is - what? You caught her in the act? Wh - we can't arrest her for submitting artworks to the gallery! Uh.. What does it say? Oh. Um. Well.

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fullbody portrait.. she almost lost her hat. sad.

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mod here if i ever had a nonhuman/halloween curse kat design id have her be like kandinsky-style abstractionist ghost-poltergeist-concept. thing. Attached to a piece of art Maybe literally cursed by picking up the wrong painting

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Some things about kat:

- she grew up mostly nonspeaking and was entirely nonverbal until she was about 4

- she was going to be put away in a psychiatric institution after she half-blinded her twin sister but ran away

- she committed numerous department store, art and jewel robberies in Utah, Colorado, New Mexico (one of which was actually from Mann co. .. long before her employment.), Texas, Oklahoma, Missouri, Tennesee, North Carolina, Virginia, And New York, as well as France, Germany, Italy,Belgium, and Spain.

- She trained under.. one of.. the former Blu Spies, who was, at the time, an accomplished art thief. He was way too hard on her, and led her into harm's way more than once, often constructing elaborate tests out of heists that were far beyond her skill level, with real threats like policemen and armed guards. She hides a lot of the scars from these tests underneath layers of clothing.

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“Okay team, listen up:

You’re all going to be fighting each other to the death, and whoever wins gets to start their new lifelong career under contract with Team Fortress Industries!

So. Here are the rules.” - P

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RULES FOR SUBMISSION:

Your character must be original and be directly related to TF2. 

This can be any kind of OC: Class OCs, tenth class OCs, Machine/robot OCs, Team Fortress Classic OCs, OCs who work outside of TFI (such as assistants to Merasmus or Saxton Hale), YLW/GRN OCs, Teufort citizen/civilian OCs, anything—as long as they are directly related to TF2 and are yours !!!! If you have concerns about this, please dm or send an ask to this account BEFORE submitting your character !!!!

2. !!!! ONE OC PER PERSON !!!!

If you are submitting an original tenth class OC, you are allowed to submit a RED and BLU variant in one bundle. This is the ONLY bundling that is allowed.

Any posts from this blog involving your OC will follow this system of tags: #TF2OcContest2024, #[your tumblr username], #the [class name], & #[character name] (if applicable)

3. You are still allowed to submit an OC even if you’ve never posted them anywhere before. Make an oc for the contest if you want!

An image representing your character and a description of your character are REQUIRED upon submission. Details on what is permitted for each of these are included in the submission form below.

4. Propaganda is allowed and ENCOURAGED, even for others’ OCs!

If you make propaganda including other OCs, you are required to have the creator’s explicit permission before posting. Joking, lighthearted ‘smear campaign’ type propaganda is fine, but again—both parties must consent to this and no real harm should come from it. 

Please post any propaganda of your OC under the #TF2OcContest2024 tag.

5. You are not required to make new art. If you participated in the previous OC Tourney hosted by @/tf2shipswag, you are allowed to reuse any old art you made for that, including your half of the VS cards! 

6. AI GENERATED IMAGES FOR SUBMISSIONS AND PROPAGANDA ARE STRICTLY PROHIBITED. YOU WILL BE BANNED.

“You will be considered a traitor to the Mann vs Machine cause and shot on sight. There are plenty of other ways to make images that don’t require drawing!” - P

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RULES FOR PARTICIPATION:

There will be NO TEAM-UPS for organization’s sake. Any ties will be broken with a coin-flip and a quick shot to the head by Miss Pauling—so aim to win.

“Sooo… Don’t try any funny business! We’ve only got enough room in the budget for one person.” - P

2. You will not be able to make requests for match-ups. Contestants will be paired up randomly each round.

3. Please be respectful about others' OCs. Verified claims of harassment will result in disqualification and/or being blocked from the contest account.

“You’ll also be shot for this, just so we’re clear. Can’t leave any loose ends!” - P

4. You are allowed to submit propaganda directly to this blog if you do not want to post it on your own account!

5. Deadlines will be strict.  Keep an eye on when dates for things are posted.*

“I’m looking to hire someone punctual and professional, please!” - P

*The contest hosts reserve the right to make changes to deadlines, rules, and so forth but it is unlikely to happen. If it does an official statement will be made!

6. THE MOST IMPORTANT RULE: PLEASE have fun with this.  Everybody needs to be a good sport and remember this in no way reflects how people view your work, ideas and character.  In our hearts, you’re all winners.  

!!!! What do you get for winning? !!!!

You’ll get fanart of your winning character! Art will be by @/sicc-nasti, @/mickmundane, and @/chattycattycal on tumblr PLEASE keep in mind these are NOT requests, just gift fanart!

“You get to live! And bragging rights, of course. Oh—and the job contract. I think someone could also make a celebratory cake? Don’t hold me to that last part, though.” - P

IF YOU HAVE ANY QUESTIONS, PLEASE SEND IN AN ASK!

LINK TO APPLICATION FORM FORM HERE

DEADLINES:

November 30th - SUBMISSIONS FOR OCS CLOSE

Other Notable Tags:

#Announcement - For dates, updates, anything important.

#Asks - Answering your asks

#TF2cContest2024 - Our main tag! #Mod Sicc and #Mod Mick - Moderator tags ^_^

[kleptomaniask]

There are pieces of her everywhere.

That is to say, evidence. Some things missing, in shop windows and displays. The careful designs intended to draw people in were always a little too barren, missing their centerpieces and their subjects, a silhouette made from negative space, but never enough to weigh someone down.

There are other things, too, that have been abandoned in her wake. Clothing, mostly, taken on and then discarded, over and over again. Mannequins missing their shirts - ones that would fit with the outfit a few blocks down, discarded as if evading someone quickly - Sloppy -All in her size. Either she isn't thinking straight or she knows that she's looking. It seems to be the latter - considering an abandoned train ticket stuffed into a familiar suit jacket, left behind under the name Aivsly Kitreenah- obvious. so strangely obvious. And yet she had just left. She was either taunting or indecisive, and Kat never liked to taunt her. She must have known she would come for her, at least.

She trusted her abilties enough to know that she'd find her first.

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The Burglar herself was laying awake. It was not that the thumping of the train car or the unfamiliarity - or even the idea that she might be caught got to her. It was only that it was dark and calm and that meant she had nothing to prevent her from thinking about it. Her decision to leave. The fear and the guilt and whatever else - what Hunter would do not if - but when - she found her. She found herself poring over if she'd been too obvious, if her sister was smart enough to look for her here, if her mentor had folded. For a moment she was half certain that they had already done something, some kind of injection or some kind of explosive so small it could have been tacked onto her jacket - the one she had discarded in the seaside town and now, in her half-asleep, paranoid mind, had forgotten she wasn't wearing. She wondered where Hunter was. She liked to think about her. Even if it scared her to think of what she had done in leaving, even if it made her seethe and cover her face and feel an emptiness in her chest, a falling dread. It subsides, and she's left with an odd sort of warmth.

She manages to fall asleep.

[ Somewhere in Great Britain, a train takes off from a small, coastal town, where recently a cargo ship docked. Those things are so big, it's easy to miss something when you're patrolling them. Someone has taken advantage of this, currently sitting somewhere close to first class - in the luggage compartment, of course. We wouldn't want to attract any attention, would we? ]

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she finds herself in a dark, cold room. silent besides her quiet breathing, her cat-like eyes quickly adjust to the light. looking around, upward first, the room is expansive, grimey, starkly industrial. it reeks of metal and the unmistakle pungency of rot. a nostalgic feeling overcomes her as her gaze trails over the space. solely concrete, stained with rusty colours, large columns running from floor to ceiling, fogged windows lining the walls that let in only a very dull light, as if sunshine is untouching of this place. it's a place she remembers well. though, she feels as if something essential is missing.

she feels chillier than she should, but her hands feel oddly warm. a comforting sort of warm. slick. she looks down at herself. she's bare naked, standing ankle deep in dark red liquid. she can't help but feel like it isn't quite right, how much her stomach sinks in to show her bones, how tall she seems, how long and sharp her limbs are, how they end in claws. lifting her hands, they're dripping with fresh blood all the way up to her elbows. there's a metallic taste in her mouth. her eyes slowly drift in front of her, to the ground of the room shallowly pooled with crimson. bodies upon bodies. they lay mutialted, splayed open, dismembered. all of their faces are obstructed, as if simply scribbled out. her eyes land on one she can make out. laying face up in front of her with a look of terror frozen on her bloodied features, is katherine.

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hunter wakes with a start. she shoots up, gasping for breath like she has so often lately. she scans the area, finding it still dark and cold, but devoid of any of the viscera. just an alley. she collasped here on a slab of cardboard shortly after she got to the UK. she soothes herself back to proper reality and groggily makes her way out of the alley, not knowing how long she'd slept, whether it was only an hour later or the entirely next night. she hopes she hasn't lost too much time.

her mind lingers back to the aching nostalgia of her dream. she shakes it away. there was no time for a detour.

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you gotta be careful with girls named katherine because it could be spelled katherine or kathryn or catherine cathryn katherin kcatcheyn ckathcryrn catrchckern kathtrine 

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Please reblog if YES so your followers will know!

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since everyone is being so patient, for mod's birthday you all get an epic awesome yearlong (2-year???) backwards-chronological burger photodump. see her evolution..