𝑷𝑰𝑻𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑬𝑻𝑰𝑪 - doctor éveline catherine margaret mayeux. an independent, mutuals only, heretic oc based in the pitt, tvdu lore and original lore. dark/violent themes will be present, so for this, the blog is 21+. established june 17, 2025, revamped january 12, 2026. canon and crossover verses present. loved and tormented by ivy rose, she/her, 29. canada. eastern standard time.
𝑨 𝑺𝑻𝑼𝑫𝒀 𝑰𝑵: the epitome of survivor's guilt, death and grieving, the lasting effects of war, losing faith in humanity, finding oneself in the midst of chaos, crawling up from the depths of hell, single parenthood, chosen family, recovery, heavy lies the crown, the healer has the bloodiest hands .
01. ICONS AND GRAPHICS. I make all of my static icons, they are the ones that have any watermark in the corner and the caps come from screencapped.net. there are a few different watermarks from previous blogs where I've just reused the resources (hb I believe will be the most common).
02. ETTIQUETE. Don't be a dick. That's literally it. I'm still finding my way into getting back into writing again, and I'm trying to keep myself from getting stressed out and dropping off the site again so all I ask is that you're nice. Even if you don't like me it takes less energy to be nice than to be mean.
03. ZERO-TOLERANCE POLICY. I do not tolerate: racism, homophobia, transphobia, xenophobia, any of it. Do not interact with me if you are any of the above or try and hit me with the "yeah but..." but nothing. There is enough crap going on in the world and I'm not bringing that into my blog. Also I live in Canada but if you support the current US administration, kindly see your way off my page. The safety of my friends and family is way more important to me than any follow from someone who supports what's happening and what the administration stands for.
04. ACTIVITY. I work a very physically, mentally and emotionally draining job. I am a Direct Support Professional and I work with the elderly who are sometimes physically, but mostly intellectually disabled. There will be days when I'm just drained and that will show in my activity. This is important because I work with seniors, my job is to support them at the end of their lives so there will be days when it's just too much. I also suffer from chronic migraines, I am currently stuck in a cycle that started January 12, 2026 that no one can figure out. I also have mental health challenges that I am working with my doctor to get assessed and/or reassessed with.
05. HATE. This ties in with rule two, but hate of any kind towards me or anyone will not be tolerated. ALSO, what we're not gonna do is gaslight or boundary push alright? Crazy it has to be discussed in 2026, but if I see that towards me or anyone I write with? We'll be having words. And they will not be nice words.
06. TRIGGERS. My triggers are: sexual assault/harassment, strangulation and deep water (okay but seriously people who like the ocean please explain this to me? It freaks me out I don't know). My phobias are mice/rats, deep water (seriously it's real bad), frogs and bats. If I forget to tag something please, respectfully, let me know and I will fix it I never want someone to be uncomfortabe on here! Everything will be tagged tw: trigger
07. DNI/FACECLAIMS. I don't really have a do not interact when it comes to characters or faceclaims. I will not write with anyone who writes in the HP/JKR universe I am not about to support that shit I'm tired of her still having a platform. I also don't like the idea of people who write IRL people, I've seen a bit of a ressurgance in that lately and it's a bit off-putting. As for faceclaims, I mean, known racists, homophobes, predators, etc. are off the table and I won't interact with them.
08. BLOG CONTENT. The Pitt is a VERY HEAVY show, and I do intend to talk about the topics we see on the show. It is not for the faint of heart and this blog will also not be for the faint of heart. FOR THIS REASON, the blog is 21+ I'm also almost 30 so don't purity police me. It's crazy that this is happening in 2026 (are we sensing a theme?) and I'm not gonna have it here or around me. If my blog isn't for you it's not for you and that's fine but you don't get to tell people what to put on their own blogs.
09. AI CONTENT. Genuinely can't believe this is a thing I have to talk about... if you share ANYTHING related to AI, any art, any writing, anything like that I reserve the right to stop interacting with you. Please do not feed the machine, please research what is happening with generative AI and make good choices.
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evvie participated in the riverlife chalk fest last weekend in pittsburgh and she one hundred and ten percent did a version of the starry night by vincent van gogh. it's her favourite painting ever.
she's not worried. okay she is. she only just recently accidentally revealed who she is to elsa, and it wasn't really easy to explain. not that she really expected it to be. but her witch side is definitely the one that falls into the easier category. the whole "remember when i told you i'm the kinda creature that people fear? it's about to get a whole lot worse." thing is... complicated.
and yet somehow elsa seemed... unphased? she wasn't running or telling the whole camp about who she was. it all seems like it's normal. well almost normal.
okay so she spent the day riding at the back of the group, and she stayed off to the side, and when she had to patch up an injury she looked like she was about to throw up. she's been dealing with injuries like this for longer than some of these people were alive and today she looks like she's going to throw up?
she tries to sneak away, tries to find someone somewhere she can feed from because she's getting dizzy and angry. and angry never ends well for a vampire. so when she gets back to camp, she goes to the one person she can trust with this. "elsa? i need a favour and i know this is gonna be a lot to ask, but i wouldn't if it weren't real important."
[ TXT ➜ batdad 💚 ] : are you in the drawers where they store the bodies?! are you insane?
[ TXT ➜ batdad 💚 ] : that's almost as bad as sleeping in a coffin...
[ TXT ➜ batdad 💚 ] : oh my god you're so high. just don't move okay? i'm on my way down.
[ TXT ➜ batdad 💚 ] : wait are we technically zombies? but no i don't think you can be both a zombie and a ghost i think we'd have to be completely dead to be ghosts
oh, fuck, yep, she had definitely picked up on him and he felt like his cheeks were afire, and considering she'd just drunk his blood he really shouldn't have enough blood left to be in two places at once but yeah, it very much is, and he half wanted the floor to crack open and swallow him as she smirks and his hand pressed hard over his face, trying to hide his shame at reacting so viscerally at her biting him like that.
"I…" he started, and then she was straddling him and he let out a faint whimper again, breathing hitching up once more as he looked up at her. He swallowed hard, throat sticky against his shame and, yes, admittedly, his arousal. Because she'd spotted him immediately, read him, and he was sure this was just…
"It's because of the change," he croaked out, "Makes my hormones all uh… whacky." the strain in his tone was more than clear, heart racing, and when she tells him that he can tell her to stop, he really, seriously considers it… but his hands shift slightly to grip her thighs, not stopping her but more bracing himself. He makes no such attempt. He doesn't want her to stop. If anything, he desperately wanted to feel her fangs in his neck again, but he sure as shit wasn't going to say that… even if, once again, he was nearly panting.
she keeps her eyes on him, not in a hunting way, more in a curious way. okay maybe a little bit a hunting way, but like a fun hunting way not a threat hunting way. her hand comes up and she moves his hand gently from his face, maybe a little showing off that she can do it without much fuss even from someone who's a werewolf. instead, she leans forward, her nose brushing against his just a little.
the whimper when she straddles him spurs her on. "you?" she teases gently keeping his hand in hers for a moment before she lets it go, her fingers brushing lightly against the bite mark on his neck. she seems far too interested in the way he reacts to her but it's lighting up a part of her brain long since dormant.
"ohhh i'm sure." she nods, she'll look into it but she's at least a little certain it has something to do with her as well. she wonders if he will tell her to stop and she does intend to stay true to her word. she'll stop and they can just go about their day, but then his hands grip her thighs and her own heartrate picks up. she raises an eyebrow as she looks at him. "you know i can hear how fast your heart is beating." she trails her hand down to rest over his heart.
"i don't think that that's only because of the change, do you? i think it has a little something to do with me biting you." she lets her fangs protrude just sitting there, watching him carefully to see his reaction. theories, you know? always evolving, always changing based on new information.
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In honesty, Frank didn't know what he was expecting. Well, pain, certainly; he was well aware this would probably hurt, although he was foggy from the change, distracted, hungry, exhausted; she was surely smelling the reek of dog on him as she was always willing to comment, but it also seemed only fair that his blood be the way to heal herself, considering he had been the one to hurt her.
So as he felt her settle next to him, he let out a slow breath… and then yelped as her fangs struck gold. It did hurt, at least, at first. A sharp shock. He was left nearly panting, though, as he found himself… uh. Reacting. His eyes fluttered shut, gasping in air at the low ache in his neck and then the dizzying sensation of her sucking. His hips twitched, despite himself, naked as he was.
If he was more in himself, he would be mortified. He squeezed his legs together, barely managing not to whimper, biting at his lip. He squirmed slightly, nothing to do with pain and everything to do with how each suck on his neck seemed to send an electric spark… down.
When she pulled away from him, there was a flush in his cheeks, eyes slightly glassy. Even as she was speaking, he whimpered, about to beg her not to stop when… oh. Maybe it was bloodloss, or just the after effects of his emotional state because of the shift but… as she apologised, he looked away, huffing raggedly, trying to pretend that he hadn't just had to jerk his hand away from between his legs.
evvie can feel him squirming, can feel the way he's reacting to her and quite honestly, she's never seen anyone act like that. or if she has it was under very different circumstances. and she may be feeling a little smug about it. then she hears frank whimper and she can't help the grin that pulls at her lips.
she maybe can't read his mind but she can read body language. sees the look on his face when she pulls away to look at him. "frank..." she can't help the smirk, raising an eyebrow. "you okay?" she knows the answer, saw his reaction, felt the way his mood effected the taste of his blood.
there's a moment where something flashes in her eyes, recognition? want? she isn't sure. she leans forward, close to his ear and whispers "see i think..." then she lets her teeth, not her fangs this time, gently brush against his skin. she's testing a theory, and she has a pretty good reason to believe he'll prove her right. "you liked the feeling of my fangs." she laughs, but it's a bit different than normal. a bit darker, a bit more breathy.
she nips gently at the skin just above the bite mark and pulls back again to look at him. "am i right in assuming that?" now that she has her energy back, her purple eyes sparkle with mischief. but maybe she wants to have a little fun. so she throws her right leg over frank's lap so she's straddling him, head tilted to the side, feigned innocence laced through her features. all of the sudden the apologies she had loaded felt pointless because now? now she was having fun.
Shrugging her arms through coat sleeves and stuffing her leftover food into her bag (who needed to eat anyway?), Sylvie glanced up at the mounted wall clock to count how long she'd managed to hold out on overtime -- A good two hours, a burning exhaustion behind her eyes as she fell into her sixteenth hour of being awake.
"Got any plans for the evening?" Her gaze tore from the ticking hands and towards Evvie, lips curving into a soft smile as her bag was slung onto her shoulder. "I was thinking about grabbing a burger and sitting in the park for a bit, if you wanted to join me?"
evvie rubs at her eyes, pushing her glasses up briefly as she does so before the drop back onto her nose. this day was never ending, or at least it seemed that way. she's getting really tired of trying to keep it all together but that was the life of an attending. she has to keep it together so the rest of them have chances to freak out and let their exhaustion show.
"i mean really the only plan i had was going home to bed but i should probably eat something." though she doesn't need human food, she still needs to fit in. "and i think after so many hours stuck in here i could use the fresh air." she nods, slinging her bag over her shoulder.
[ TXT ➜ rachelle 🖤 ] : both. i cleaned when i got home from shift last night so i would be able to just binge watch tv or... i don't know do something on my days off
[ TXT ➜ rachelle 🖤 ] : i would love company. i'll even open the window...
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"seems like you already know don't you. people like us don't ask questions we don't already know the answers to." she leans against the counter, hands splayed out as she tries to keep herself grounded. she can't exactly lose control now because then she loses the upper hand. she won't ever lose the upper hand again.
evvie tips her head to the side, watching ally carefully. sure she can't read her mind, but she can read her best friend. "death is a funny thing isn't it? rarely comes naturally to those who deserve it but comes so easily to those that don't." she shrugs, trying not to lash out. it's not ally's fault what happened to her. it's not anyone's fault but those who hurt her. "i was taking care of things." she answers instead of asking yet another question.
The transformations had definitely seemed a little easier, since Evvie had been about to help. The transformational injuries easier to fix, the change itself more focused, making it easier to tolerate. He still had no control, no remembrance of what his other self did whilst he was changed. So when the wolf had broken it's own leg during the change, he didn't know. When Evvie had gotten close and it had lashed out, he didn't know. The only sign he had was when he was back to human, and even he could smell the blood in the room.
"Oh, shit." he whispered, taking in the state of her. Trembling and exhausted, bloodstained as he was, he was grateful he'd turned back fairly normally as he reached out towards her, taking in the bloodstained sweater, heart sinking. He knew she couldn't be infected, but that didn't change the fact she was hurt.
She had promised he couldn't hurt her. Yet here she was, clearly injured, clearly weak, and he was nodding before he had fully absorbed her request. Without hesitation, shuffling closer to her, tilting his head back and swallowing hard.
"Take anything you need," he said, voice a tired croak, forgetting about his own needs to drink and eat and rest, shoving them aside. All that mattered was getting Evvie back to full health, his brain a messy swirl of sensation and emotion right now.
she realizes, slumped against the wall, that she needs to do more research on the types of wolves. specifically frank's where there's such a disconnect that they're two separate beings completely. she wasn't thinking about that when the wolf got injured, she just wanted to help because that's what she does. call it a miscalculation of sorts.
she sees it on his face the second he registers her in the room. "don't…" she shakes her head. "i'll be fine. don't worry about me. it will heal." she still lets him reach for her, taking all the help she can get. "it's my own fault i forgot to feed before." before what she doesn't specify because that's a lot more information than she's willing to give up.
when he’s closer to her, there’s so many scents and her fangs ache. fuck. she hates that she's asking this of him. hates that she can't get herself anywhere near her own blood supply. but he's tilting his head and she can hear his heartbeat so loud in her ears.
she gives no warning when her fangs sink into his neck, blood filling her mouth and she feels herself relax just a little. the foggy feeling in her brain lifting as she feeds, the pain subsiding. then the guilty feeling washes over her. frank just went through hell and here she is doing this. slowly, gently, she pulls off his neck, blood dripping down her chin. her tongue quickly darts out to lick at the puncture marks from her fangs, closing the wounds.
"hey," she clears her throat, pulling back to look at him, her hand coming up to his face, "hey, are you okay? i'm sorry i shouldn't have... i shouldn't have asked that of you that wasn't fair..."
@thenamesallison paged: "éveline catherine margaret mayeux!"
evvie swallows when she hears her full name. not out of guilt or panic. never that. okay sometimes that. but not this time, this time it's because she's trying to register her best friend saying her full name and she's trying to stay calm about it. "i know damn well you didn't just call me that." evvie doesn't snap but her words are clipped.
"what do you want ally?" i mean probably to know why you dropped off the face of the earth for a few days and then snapped at her when she called you by your full name. "i'm busy and i'm trying very hard not to lash out right now.
sometimes i think about how the only biological family member evvie has left is her daughter. but in her like been there forever family it's just her auntie maddie and her daughter and then i get sad even if she loves her little family.
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