#oc: katie

[setmeatopthepyre]

WIP wednesday enabled/tagged-ish by @peapodbond & @geddyqueer <3 really felt like sharing this slice of antarct-fic. enjoy!

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Katie slides the bottle towards him. “Drink up, kid. The rations don't carry over.”

Buck happily obliges. They drink in companionable quiet for a while, Katie occasionally providing commentary on the people coming and going or doing the rounds, telling Buck who they are, how long they've been coming to the Ice, pointing out the winterovers and the ones with interesting stories.

They're watching two pilots (“That's Hisham, helo pilot, third timer. Girlfriend's a kiwi, she's at Scott base. Other fella's one of the Canadians with Ken-Borek. Loïc, think it was. Fixed wing pilot. They tend not to get along.”) get into an argument that both men seem too tired to actually escalate, when Buck speaks up.

“Katie, have you ever been in love?”

She dangles her bottle from between her finger tips, eyes still on the argument unfolding. “Sure.”

He props his head up on his hand to look at her. “What happened?”

Katie levels her steely gaze at him but something she sees makes her soften a little. Shrugs. “She ran off to go study insular dwarfism in Madagascan chameleons. Left me behind.”

Buck's eyebrows raise along with the corners of his mouth. “Oh. S-so you're--”

She nods, taps her bottle against his. Leans in and mock-whispers, “There's more of us than y'think, kid. Even out here.” Considers it. “Perhaps especially out here. The Ice tends to attracts people like us.”

Buck watches her take a swig of her drink and lets the words sink in. “Wait, what do you mean, 'people like us?'”

Her pale eyebrows inch towards the edge of her bandana. “What do you think I mean, Buckley?” She gestures at herself. “The gays, the dykes, the-- whatever you are. You know. The queers.”

“Oh.” Something uncomfortable twists in his gut. “I-I'm not--”

Katie leans back, genuine surprise written across her face. “Well I'm sorry, kid. I could'a sworn last night you spent all of three beers waxing poetic about your helo guy.”

Buck makes a face. “W-well. He-- he's not my... but--”

“You're in love with this man, yeah?”

And he can't help the lovestruck smile that's tugging at the corners of his mouth, dips his head. “Yeah.”

“And you're a guy.”

“Uh, o-obviously.”

“So you're...” she gestures and Buck realizes he's supposed to finish the sentence. He shifts in his seat, discomfort gnawing at him.

“Yeah, I, uh. Yes, I-I guess that would make me...” he trails off, looks at her pleadingly, not sure if he wants her to give him all the answers or just drop the subject entirely.

“So, what, are you homophobic?”

Katie's raspy voice still carries, and Buck casts a panicked glance around the bar. Thankfully, no one seems to have heard her. Or they're really good at hiding it. “No! No. No, of-- of course not. I-I'm... I've always been an ally.”

She raises her eyebrows. “An ally who's in love with a man but can't even say out loud that he's... what? Gay? Bi?”

He gives her a desperate look from where he has his face practically pressed against the tabletop. “Right? I-I should know, shouldn't I? How-- How can I-I not know?”

He's whining. That was definitely a whine.

As if by some miracle, Katie looks less unimpressed with him than she usually does, which doesn't say a whole lot, especially considering the fact that she's not even looking at him right now. She's staring off into space as she takes a long swig from her bottle. When she speaks, her voice is uncharacteristically gentle.

“You came all the way out here to follow the guy you're in love with,” she says, slowly, as if trying to explain something to a particularly dense but, arguably, loved child. Then she sighs, puts a calloused hand on his. “Look, kid, you don't need to choose from a whole bunch of labels. Hell, the only labels I knew 'til well into my thirties was dykes and fags.” And Buck tries not to flinch, but she clocks him anyway if the roll of her eyes is anything to go by.

She pats his hand. “You don't need any labels at all if y'don't want them. God knows they probably never think about it.” She gestures at the other bar patrons with her bottle. “But there's not needing a label, and there's bein' ashamed of what that label means, and a lot of us older folk used the former as an excuse for the latter for a long time. Claiming that label means something to us. It doesn't have to, for you, but if your guy spent any time in the closet, it might mean a whole lot to him.”

Buck takes a moment for the words to sink in. “What, so he thinks I'm... ashamed of my feelings for him?”

She pats his hand twice more before removing hers and leaning back. “Hell if I know, I'm not a mind reader.”

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[ghoul--doodle]

2am doodles!

[goldendoodledraws]

OCtober Day 1: Favorite OC

I decided to draw an old stuffed animal of mine, Katie. I don’t do much drawing of her now, but I used to make so many stories with her, and I still love her so much!

Here’s a really old drawing I did of her as well! I drew this over ten years ago!

[ramagerslatteart]

[nikatyler]

Katie Raven, one of my first ts4 vampires 🦇 I'm obsessed her even after all these years.

[brokenhardies]

OC PRIDE AESTHETICS

Katie Oliver is Bisexual!

Taglist

@darth-caillic​ @sterling-writes​ @divatoxx​ @reirvival​ @arrthurpendragon​ @foxesandmagic @eddysocs @superspookyjanelle (want to be added or removed? send an ask or a dm!)

[valiah-creates-stuff]

Katie: Now think about something that relaxes you

Sarah: *chuckles lightly*

Katie: What is it? :0

Sarah: Heh… drugs

Katie: NO!! D:

[triskelion-soda]

I have finally finished the design for Katie Merlin-Fisher, the protagonist (or at least her first appearance, she later becomes Kaarix, who is yet to be designed properly) of my story No More Happy Endings. I'm glad to finally have a design for her I'm happy with.

[tragedyposting]

It’s been a while since I’ve posted art, so here’s a little OC art! This is Katie. She doesn’t need the glasses, it just helps people know where to look. She’s been invisible since she was about 15, so she’s learned to have fun with it. She has yet to learn how to be sneaky without crashing into a table.

[dad-mom-man-art]

It’s katie again, Ready for autumn and feeling comfy

[setmeatopthepyre]

Fuck It Friday Suck It Sunday?

was tagged by the amazing @rcmclachlan but I saw it a little late & have forgotten what the sunday version of this is. so. here's some antarct-fic!

“Evan? Come over here, please.”

Buck arranges his last slice of prefab cookie dough on the baking sheet, then leaves Brooke with the rest. Sure, when Lucy told him he'd be baking, he'd hoped for a little more creative freedom, but he does suppose this is more efficient.

He quickly washes his hands, then heads to the front of the galley kitchen, to where Katie is leafing through her clipboard. She gives him what he's quickly learning passes for a smile – a slight lifting of the corners of her mouth, a squeezing together of her eyes. Now that he knows what it means, it reminds him of a cat's slow blink. Except a lot less warm and cuddly.

He likes her, he does. She's just a little terrifying, is all.

“I'm going to need you to do a lunch run to helo ops,” Katie tells him. She unclips a sheet of paper and hands it to him. “This is a list of the special requests. For the other three, just get a bit of everything. Make sure to get plenty of carbs and to hit the major food groups.”

Buck takes the list, looks it over. Okay, this'll be simple enough. He can grab most of the things from the buffet and ask the galley crew up front for the rest. “Copy that. Who do I give it to?”

“Helo ops. The heliport. It's down the hill, just past Crary lab.”

“Wait, I-I need to go there?”

Katie gives him a sharp look. “That's the idea of a lunch run, kid.”

Buck is pretty sure he's sweating. “I—I can't do that.”

She turns fully towards him now, frowning. “And why is that?”

“I-- My--” He fumbles for some kind of excuse that isn't the truth, won't reveal his actual motivations for being here, but he's got nothing. Even better, the rest of the galley crew has caught wind of their conversation, and they're not even trying to hide it. Entertainment can be hard to come by in these parts, and any interpersonal drama definitely qualifies as entertainment.

He guesses he owes them that much.

“I—uh. My ex works there.”

Katie's eyebrows raise. Says, slowly, "That's a hell of a coincidence.”

“It's not.” He swallows. Meets her eyes. “I-I'm here because of him. Because he's here. He sort of. Ran away?”

There's definitely some whispering going on behind him now.

Katie looks unimpressed, and once again she reminds him a little too much of Athena. “So you ran after him?”

“Y-yeah.” He grimaces.

“But you don't want to see him?”

“Well, I mean, that's not--”

“Hm. You don't want him to see you.” It's not a question. “Why not?”

“I do want him to-- to see me. Just. Not yet. Not until I-- I know what to say to him, you know?”

Katie hums, looks down at her clipboard. “Only new helo pilot this season is Kinard. That him?”

He swallows. “Yeah. Yes. That's-- That's him.”

“Well, he's on a supply run to the dry valleys. Won't be back for another--" she glances up at the clock, "--forty-five minutes.” She jabs a pen at the paper Buck is still clutching tightly. “And that's his lunch order. Better make sure it's waiting for him.”

Relief floods through his veins and he huffs a breath. “Yeah. Yeah, I can do that.”

He heads out towards the galley, but turns before he exits the kitchen. “Hey, Katie? Thanks.”

The corners of her eyes crinkle in a smile.

[ghoul--doodle]

Redraw of an old shitpost, just for fun!

[goldendoodledraws]

Day 6: Past

Today I was thinking of writing more about Katie's history! She’s never had a concrete written backstory, but she still has a lot of history to her, due to being my favorite stuffed animal that I would carry around everywhere with me for a long time.

The oldest drawings I can find of her were from 2011, so she’s been named Katie for a long time.

This one is from 2012!

I used to draw her doing stuff that I would do every day, sort of like a diary, but I also would make little stories about her. They weren’t very consistent; I just wanted to have fun imagining her in different scenarios, along with the other stuffed animals I had.

At some point, I gave her a boyfriend named Spot, and she also had a brother named Peter, though I lost Peter somewhere along the line. I even came up with ideas for Katie and Spot’s children, and two of them (Mischief and Katie Jr.) are actual plushies. Her mom is a Webkinz yellow labrador name Buttermilk, and I never actually made a dad for her as far as I can remember.

I’ve drawn so many things of Katie and taken a lot of pictures of her over the years. I’m not doing as much with her now, but I still cherish her and all the things I’ve done with her.

[smolgloves]

It has taken me 3 years to complete Something In The Woods but now I have finally done it and I am so happy to have finally made it to this point! 😭

[nikatyler]

Katie's Looks ✨

Links

[valiah-creates-stuff]

I saw one drawing on Twitter that is trending and wanted to draw it too but with my ocs bdjfjdjk

The original Twitter image under the cut :3

(It belongs to @/darklephise on Twitter :0)