kleptomaniask

[kleptomaniask]

99% of liars quit before everyone absolutely believes whatever they say forever keep going king

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[Kat freezes. She doesn't expect this at all. Hunter should be mad at her, she thinks, and she's afraid, still, that she does not like her any more. She's afraid that someone's coming to ruin her moment. She's afraid of a lot of things. Kat just squeezes her, tight, and her hands are shaking. She's muttering apologies, unable to speak fully. She's sobbing.]

"...I'm so.. sorry, I'm.. so sorry, I made you.. come all this way, oh, god."

[She's berating herself mentally for running, and she's terrified of coming back. Kat wishes there was just now - nothing before and nothing after it, no matter how awful she feels. She can't help but ask - though there's no accusation in her voice, nor any anger. She's blinded by self loathing and paranoia.]

"Why did you follow me? Why did you-"

[She takes a shaky breath. Another gasp, another wince. She shouldn't have done this. She knows it.]

"Why did you come all this way?"

though the night seems to be quiet and still, there's a faint presence that lurks in the dark. far off, but there. it's sniffed her out thus far. it's been searching, lurking, waiting. and it's finally gotten a glimpse.

it grows closer, unsure. unsure if it was another delusion, a shadow on the wall, a hope that the mind erroneously projected to the eyes. perhaps just yet another false alarm. it trails behind for a long time, completely silent, out of sight. watching her. making her out. those features were unmistakable. it had spent so, so long admiring them.

the figure comes into view, standing only about a foot away. it's motionless, quiet, only a blank shilouette in the dark.

[The quiet night makes her heartbeat loud, and she takes a step back - into the light coming from the strange shop's window. She's got a thin scarf tying her hair back, but underneath it the imprint of her hair is pressed. It's choppily cut, as though in haste. She tries to do something, turned like she's ready to run, but remains unmoving. She tries to say something, but all that comes out at first is a sharp gasp that surprises her and leaves her without a word to say. She's become distrusting and vague-headed, and afraid that - if it even is who she thinks it is - she'll be.. upset. That she's sick of her. She believes she should be. She responds, but she can't remember if the question was asked or if it was imagined - the sound is unreal. Her voice is hoarse and tired and scared.]

"...Who's asking?"

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"....Hunter?"

[Her voice came out hoarse and almost scared - and she, uncharacteristically, grabbed the other's face. It wasn't an intimate gesture so much as it was one of investigation - interrogation. She wasn't usually one to get this close, but she had been suspended in between a paranoid fear that the person in front of her was not who they seemed to be and the searing, almost overbearing hope that they were. Her wrists were pulsing with a rapid heartbeat, and her red eyes shifted quickly as she looked over her, as wide as she remembered - but her lips parted in disbelief. Her hold on the other's face gently ceased, until her hands were ghosting - trembling over her. Suddenly - and with a certain, feverish intensity, Kat grabbed her shoulders, and hung her head. A moment passes before her hands fall down onto her arms. The hold is weak again. Her voice is weak and regretful.]

"I'm so sorry."

[She grits her teeth, staring at the floor. Of course she had followed her - why wouldn't she? Why wouldn't she care? What was she expecting? She turns, briefly, and stares out at the empty, rain-soaked street, before looking back up at Hunter, shameful and paranoid. She's just been waiting for someone to find her - to do something to her. And.. this wasn't what she was expecting.]

though the night seems to be quiet and still, there's a faint presence that lurks in the dark. far off, but there. it's sniffed her out thus far. it's been searching, lurking, waiting. and it's finally gotten a glimpse.

it grows closer, unsure. unsure if it was another delusion, a shadow on the wall, a hope that the mind erroneously projected to the eyes. perhaps just yet another false alarm. it trails behind for a long time, completely silent, out of sight. watching her. making her out. those features were unmistakable. it had spent so, so long admiring them.

the figure comes into view, standing only about a foot away. it's motionless, quiet, only a blank shilouette in the dark.

[The quiet night makes her heartbeat loud, and she takes a step back - into the light coming from the strange shop's window. She's got a thin scarf tying her hair back, but underneath it the imprint of her hair is pressed. It's choppily cut, as though in haste. She tries to do something, turned like she's ready to run, but remains unmoving. She tries to say something, but all that comes out at first is a sharp gasp that surprises her and leaves her without a word to say. She's become distrusting and vague-headed, and afraid that - if it even is who she thinks it is - she'll be.. upset. That she's sick of her. She believes she should be. She responds, but she can't remember if the question was asked or if it was imagined - the sound is unreal. Her voice is hoarse and tired and scared.]

"...Who's asking?"

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though the night seems to be quiet and still, there's a faint presence that lurks in the dark. far off, but there. it's sniffed her out thus far. it's been searching, lurking, waiting. and it's finally gotten a glimpse.

it grows closer, unsure. unsure if it was another delusion, a shadow on the wall, a hope that the mind erroneously projected to the eyes. perhaps just yet another false alarm. it trails behind for a long time, completely silent, out of sight. watching her. making her out. those features were unmistakable. it had spent so, so long admiring them.

the figure comes into view, standing only about a foot away. it's motionless, quiet, only a blank shilouette in the dark.

[The quiet night makes her heartbeat loud, and she takes a step back - into the light coming from the strange shop's window. She's got a thin scarf tying her hair back, but underneath it the imprint of her hair is pressed. It's choppily cut, as though in haste. She tries to do something, turned like she's ready to run, but remains unmoving. She tries to say something, but all that comes out at first is a sharp gasp that surprises her and leaves her without a word to say. She's become distrusting and vague-headed, and afraid that - if it even is who she thinks it is - she'll be.. upset. That she's sick of her. She believes she should be. She responds, but she can't remember if the question was asked or if it was imagined - the sound is unreal. Her voice is hoarse and tired and scared.]

"...Who's asking?"

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[Eventually - perhaps, out her own folley, or simply out of a sleep-addled, hungry brain, she forgets to cover herself up upon going out on a supply run. She isn't stupid - it's almost midnight, no one's around - she thinks - except for a few low cars, coming to and from seedy areas. She's still professional - just not quite aware enough to prevent exposure of her bright eyes - recognizable, to a fault, sticking out of sunken, sleepless sockets. She doesn't look quite well. Her hand, splayed against the brick and missing her glove, is pale. Her nails have been bitten down.]

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So, when do you plan on coming out of hiding? Coward.

I don't know if there's anywhere else I can go. I know they're waiting for me, if I ever stop running, and I'll either die in here or end up paying my dues

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📝!! From - @kleptomaniask if you want!! She's on red ♡ thank you!!!

thanks for the ask! gotta love sneaky ocs hehe

Burglar Contract Lines!

Contract Assigned

"Contract here. Oh, and anything in their pockets is free game."

"Burglar, contract. Leave their pockets a bit lighter, hm?

"Thought of you for this one. Think you can sneak over there?"

Contract Completed

"Contract complete. Get anything good from it?"

"I have to ask - do you blink?...can you blink?"

"Nice job. Also, you wouldn't happen to know where my pen is, would you?"

Contract Failed

"Got a bit greedy, huh?"

"Grabbed more than you could hold?"

"Word of advice - wait until they're not looking to check their pockets."

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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.