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11. Lick tha damn icicle!

winter drawing meme. | @redbritishsniper | open.

❄              you have 3 Ph.D’s and this is what you do? bitch oh my g*d  —

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✱ - take my muse by the hips to carefully move them out of their way

manhandling starters. | @ignisthepyro | open.

Despite what the Pyro’s towering silhouette presented, he was deceivingly delicate — Katharine hadn’t noticed that Ignis had placed his hands upon her hips until he had applied enough pressure to guide her out of his way. Truthfully, she was acting as an obstruction to in and oncoming traffic; having stood in the middle of the hallway, chin held between forefinger and thumb in thought as she studied the bulletin board that hung on the wall just before the mess hall, for quite some time before Ignis shuffled her out of the way. As he does so, there’s a hitch in the Intern’s breath that she holds, as if reserving it to scold him once he releases her. 

Just as they had floated down before, Ignis gently takes his hands from Katharine’s hips. There’s a look of indignance that crosses the woman’s features as she looks over her shoulder, green gaze nearly hidden behind a vexed squint.

❝I know you’re a man of few words, but could ya ask next time?❞

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*chants* Make me feel! Make me feel! MAKE ME FEEL! MAKE ME F-

make me feel. | @kaispeakshermind / @jacqueline-of-all-trades | open. 80. Our muses climb a tree together.

                     How precious were these moments where the title of mercenary was not at the forefront of their being. Katharine had wasted no time heading for a tree who had taken root in her heart — an elm, wiry with age but still promising an early spring yield of modest looking samaras, their flowers already in full bloom — to simply be. She would have considered herself a fool to not honor the impulse. Palms welcome themselves to the aged bark, lithe fingers anchored in the cracks that groaned with Katharine’s weight — not to threaten the young woman with a snap that would put her on her back against frost kissed grass, but in gentle surprise — before she pulls herself up onto the first thickest branch. The elm’s leaves glitter in the golden hour, sharing the same hue as Katharine’s eyes as their green is washed away by the incoming high tide of gold the moon had coaxed from the sunset. She climbs five meters up, laying claim to a sturdy branch to watch the sun begin to tuck itself into the horizon. Stars had begun to freckle the sky — her favorite sight — though, Katharine’s attention snaps to a figure standing at the elm’s trunk. How long have they been there?

❝Oh — hey, stranger,❞ Her tone contracts the evening chill as she gives Jack a wave, accompanied by a crooked and toothy smile, calling down to the woman below, ❝What brings you here?❞

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a little late but if you're still up for taking the character ask i'd love to know what kat's role is in the tf2 universe & also how she would get along with someone like spy (since she seems like a classy lady!)

mailroom | @cassthepilot

🌻.             It’s all good! Asks regarding Katharine OOC are very welcome at anytime!

I think the best way to describe her role within Mann Co as an extension of the Administration’s reach (whatever you imagine that to be — as far as I’m aware of in cannon that’s essentially the Administrator herself, Miss Pauling, Saxton Hale, and the Mann brothers. This is pretty loose considering that there are other “purple” aligned OCs). Katharine refers directly to Miss Pauling and the Administrator, however, as they’re the one’s who hired her :) Medics, Engineers, and other Administrative / Commander-esque characters are secondary in this hierarchy.  Katharine is often tasked with a lot of small odd jobs, and some not-so-small odd jobs as well, just to make things easier for Miss Pauling and make sure everything is running as smoothly as possible for everyone in charge. She’s often tasked with finances and the paperwork that follows, checking inventory and communicating team needs, weapon maintenance, assisting Pauling with whatever she may need an extra hand with (this is usually body disposal — not that she needs the help, but some relatively grounded company is always nice), RED/BLU battle assistance, and whatever else needs to be done. Teams that have her for a couple days or weeks tend to be a little more efficient because of the extra support she provides on and off the battlefield. 

I haven’t really explored why Katharine was offered an internship / why she agreed to it, or what her role within the TF2 universe itself is, but I’m excited to do so! I have some ideas in this empty spray can sounding head of mine, and might pump out a drabble or some comics eventually lol. I think having a character who has done something pretty drastic  ❝just because❞ is really fun and interesting! For now, her role is just to be a weird helping hand :D

Honestly — if we’re talking canon spy — I think they would get along! Katharine is relatively polite (at the very least she means well), she’s well-educated, and also speaks fluent French which? Might be a bonus for him? Who’s to say! I can see him kind of guiding her on battle strategies and refining her pistol techniques, and the two of them developing a respectful relationship (I’m tentative to say friendship for whatever reason — it just doesn’t feel like they would get super close with each other). He would appreciate the more ambitious side of her, and she would appreciate his wisdom and expertise.  I think she and Scout would struggle to be civil with each other; Katharine has a pretty short temper, and Scout would purposely find ways to chip away at her composure for fun. 

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❤ you know who~ <3

new year’s kiss reaction. | @lil-miss-romano | open.

                    The ❝pop!❞ and cheers that followed shook Katharine from her champagne haze — what bottle was this? Their fifth? As the celebratory wave reaches shore, mercenaries clamoring for the other to fill their flute, she can’t help but to release a small laugh at the sight, absorbing the moment of unrelenting joy before her gaze drifts back to the glass in hand, her fingers wrapped gingerly around its stem. For a moment, she humors the idea of peeling herself off the back wall and joining the others in this mad scramble to top off their drinks before the new year, but dismisses the thought just as quickly as it came —                                                       — she didn’t want to lose her spot.

          Beside her, back and shoulder against this furthest wall, Roberto stood as close as he ever had beside the Intern — casually, that is. For most of that evening the two had busied themselves with idle chatter, their teammates eager to share resolutions, war stories — one could spend hours dissecting the topics brought to willing ears — but Katharine and Roberto had gravitated towards each other as the clock crawled towards the incoming year, like they always do. This pull wasn’t inexplicable; there was an undeniable part of Katharine that was elated when the administrative docket stated that she’d be working alongside BLU, and the reason why stood by her, shoulder to shoulder — yet without fail, she’d dismiss the feeling. There was good company in BLU. Good company made the work that much easier.   But BLU’s good company didn’t bring her the comfort Roberto’s presence did, there was no dismissing that.           A countdown takes away from their conversation; a lighthearted reflection of their year drowned in a chorus of ❝Ten…! Nine…!❞, to which the pair share a pre-emptive toast, flutes singing as they meet. There’s a tentativeness in the way Roberto composes himself for a moment, free hand cupping his cheek as a indecisive sigh brings his shoulders to rise and fall ever so slightly with the breath, before joining in on the count — she tries not to think much of it; tries not to think of how badly she wants to take his hand in hers, to touch his visage and trace his jaw before pulling him in…           It seems he’s finally made up his mind. As the count reaches ❝One…!❞; Roberto leans down, lifting Katharine’s chin between forefinger and thumb, their lips brushing together lightly as he wishes her a happy new year. The kiss that follows brought a familiar glow to Katharine — one she couldn’t dismiss; one whose warmth graces her visage with the unmistakable pink of dawning adoration. She had always adored him, but from the shadow of infatuation it was allowed to come to light; the romantic in her prays that it’s mutual. For now, this kiss will suffice as an answer. She doesn’t give herself the chance to catch her breath; rather, taking Roberto’s tie in hand as he breaks their kiss, before pulling him into another.

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YOUR GIRL IN B4

feeling strange drawing meme | @ultraviolext | kat only (1/3)

🌻. uh-oh! feelin icky!!

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(( Accidental ‘ mistletoe ’ ))

send ‘mistletoe’ for my muses response. | @grimmmedic​ | open.

                  She had been so cautious to avoid the swathe of festive décor that seemed to appear overnight — though, it proved to be more difficult than Katharine had anticipated. Whoever took it upon themselves to decorate the base took their job very seriously this year; no wall was left bare, with tinsel and ornaments draped along the ceiling line, and mistletoe hung in every doorframe. Of course, it was made clear to all of RED that they weren’t required to kiss each other if they were caught under the mistletoe, but there was a dare-like element to the statement, as if their integrity was being challenged. So, with the bundle of santalales came an awkward routine for the Intern, who’d step through the passageway as quickly as possible or stop meters away to avoid intercepting one of RED’s mercenaries, and up until this point, with what felt like unimpeachable success. But, hubris humbles like no other. This success in circumventing the tradition of kissing another under the mistletoe gave Katharine a false sense of security — she’d have to be stupid to get caught underneath the damned plant —  and so, for the first time since the base had been decorated, she drops her guard.         Katharine was one to walk and work; under one arm was a hefty looking binder, and in her free hand a clipboard she was mentally checking tasks off of. With her focus falling just before her, rather than to the incoming doorway, it was inevitable that she was going to run into someone — and that someone was RED 13′s resident ARC Medic.  A sharp inhale signals her surprise as the two collide; the clipboard pressing into her chest as Katharine bumps against Aldrich’s, recoiling back a step or two as she makes an attempt to collect herself.

❝Aldrich! My apologies, I didn’t see you there—❞ The defining cordial nature of Katharine’s voice slips into a flustered drawl as the environment the two were standing in began to dawn on her,  ❝ —  iiiinnnn... in this... doorway... here...❞ Clearing her throat, the Intern shoves the clipboard underarm alongside the binder, gaze darting between the ARC Medic’s visage and the mistletoe above them, ❝What a coincidence...❞      A rose-like hue begins to creep its way across Katharine’s features, her free hand resting at the nape as her neck as solutions flood her mind. She could just leave, but that’d be awkward — anymore awkward than kissing a man she barely knew? But word travels quickly throughout the base; if one of the more mouthy mercenaries were to catch that Katharine yielded, unable to carry through with something as simple as a kiss, she wouldn’t hear the end of it... Though the flush remains on her features, there’s an obvious ❝ah-ha!❞ moment that caused a spark in her gaze; who said anything about a kiss on the lips?  A glance shoots from the mistletoe, to her free hand, then to one of Aldrich’s, the puzzle coming together as she gingerly takes his hand into hers. She takes a moment to study it — collecting the courage to commit to a kiss before doing so, eyes closed as she presses her lips against his knuckle.  The kiss is brief, but it’s firm. Pulling away from the ARC’s hand, she looks up at him and beams. It seems that she’s regained that nonchalant composure of hers. ❝Where are you off to today?❞

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🖊

muse sketches. | @lil-miss-romano | closed.

🌻. just a sweet lil lady!!!