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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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Something or other about masking and being an awful sister (oil on paper)

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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 !!!!

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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.

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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. 

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

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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..

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funny story

when I was little, I would go on Nickelodeon.com all the time and they had this game similar to club penguin except it was called Nicktropolis. and if you forgot your password, a security question you could choose was “what is your eye color?” and if you got it right it’d tell you your password. so I would go to popular locations in Nicktropolis and write down random usernames who were also in those areas, and then i would log out and type in the username as if it were my own and see which of these usernames had a security question set to “what is your eye color?” (which was most of them, since it was easy and we were all kids). i would then try either brown, blue, or green, and always get in, then I would go to their house and send all of their furniture and decorations to my own account’s. and if it I didn’t want it, i could sell it for money

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where r u right now

[The engine rumbles on a distant train, a woman clad in red and black sits deep in one of its booths - in the luggage compartment. She's currently somewhere in the midwest - but far, far from home.]

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You never really left, did you?

[Kat is, in fact, very much gone. However, it's not impossible that another burglar is standing in her room right now.. and playing a cheap trick. Easy mistake to make if you can’t see their eyes]

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Posting this a second time because my formatting KEEPS FUCKING UP

@thebubblybutcher, perhaps @anotherbloodiedbonesaw

Original right here DONT FUCK UP