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.
"Yeah. I will. Thank you, Christ." he murmured, shaking his head just slightly, clearing his throat and offering her a fragile smile. It was a relief; to know there was something that someone could do… "I'm meant to be getting physio, but every time I chase it, I get… something comes up, or I get shoved down for something else or taken somewhere or… they're more interested in me going to drug tests and NA meetings than actually treating the pain that caused this in the fuckin' first place…"
He huffed, shaking his head, but looked at her again.
"No, no, I can do it, I'm good, uh," he cleared his throat, bracing against the wall and starting to lever himself up. He could still feel his back, but it was so much more muted than before.
"of course." she nods, a soft smile of her own gracing her features. in truth this was part of why evvie chose the path she did. sometimes she can add a little magic to make the pain a little more bearable for people. especially with chronic pain and people who are at the ends of their lives and just deserve to rest. "i can make a couple calls if you want? see if they have something for you sooner? and as for the drug tests and the meetings i can handle some of that stuff too." evvie offers with a small shrug.
evvie watches carefully as he stands himself up, hands ready to help steady him if necessary. "are you sure you're alright? i don't mind covering if you just need a minute." technically she was always covering for them, given she was an attending but the point remains the point. "just take your time there's no rush. the ed is not going anywhere anytime soon. you can even take the rest of the day off if you need."
"No, no, nonono-" He objected as she started to pull away, tightening his grip on her legs. "Don't stop, please, Evvie-" He begged, breathless. As badly as he wanted to be able to touch himself, pushing aside the embarrassment of how strong that particular urge was, he really, really didn't want her to stop touching him.
The hand in the hair had already prompted another rough little gasp; reacting strongly to the feeling of her gripping and pulling with a whine in the back of his throat. His whole body was screaming by now, which was, y'know, mortifying, but he was also slipping towards a state of so far gone that he didn't care about what anyone thought any more.
"Evvie." he murmured, a little firmer now, shifting his legs to tent just slightly, bracing his heels against the floor. His heart was still running rabbit fast, swallowing hard, licking his teeth and very glad that he seemed to have shifted back without injury this time.
"Don't stop. I… please. please. Just…" he huffed out a sharp breath, closing his eyes for a moment as he swallowed hard, "I need… I need you." he admitted, entire face flush. He hadn't expected to react so strongly to her biting him, but he had, and now he had to deal with the fact he was immensely into it. Admittedly he'd known he liked being bitten, but discovering how much, specifically, he liked being fed from? It was the feeling of her pulling at his neck which had sent the blood really rushing…
feeling his grip tighten on her legs, she can't help but smirk. she looks at him, eyes searching his. there's something about how she really hasn't done much and yet he's like this that makes her a little dizzy. it's been a long time since she's felt this way and she's more than a little giddy about it honestly.
"hmmm frank." she hums and smiles in response to her name, moving back a little closer to him, her arms dropping over his shoulders again but staying away from his hair, for now. she has a point to make, maybe. she definitely had one but she's slowly letting all of that slip away, focusing solely on frank now. when he plants his heels she feels herself shifting even closer, back to where she'd been originally sitting. she's not trapped by any means, she's exactly where she wants to be, but it feels fun and exciting.
she lets out another quiet hum, almost getting comfortable in his lap. oh there's something about the way his voice sounds that hits a very particular part of evvie's brain. she moves one hand to his face, her thumb stroking his cheek before she leans in, lips pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek before they move lower. first his jaw, then his neck. she made sure it was the opposite side of where she'd fed, and she wasn't intending to feed this time, just to bite him. just to see if that's what was making him react.
allowing her fangs to protrude again, she grazes them along his skin, not hard enough to scratch him, but enough that he'd feel something. "just breathe." she whispers against his skin, her left hand moving back into his hair before biting him again, a bit gentler this time because she's a lot clearer headed.
"Oh, you're kidding." Ally's feet hurt, her backpack is heavy on her shoulders, and she's standing outside of the hospital staring at her bike locked to the bike rack with both tires completely missing. There is a camera on the building, so she knows she can ask Ahmad to look at the footage for the culprit, but that's the least of her worries right now. She wanted to take a nice, relaxing bike ride home. But no. Her hands curl into fists at her side, she heaves a sigh, forces herself to relax those hands, and then heads back inside.
"Hello my friends and colleagues," she says once she makes it back into the ED, sidling up to the nurse's station. "Would anyone be willing to give me and my wheelless bike a ride? Some jerk stole my tires overnight."
evvie’s standing at the nurses station having just put her bag on, another double shift in the books for her. she's chatting with dana and lena about their upcoming girls night plans and how evvie should join them which she absolutely agrees to without a second thought. when ally comes back in, evvie raises an eyebrow. "hey sweets, thought you'd be on your way home by now."
when the reason she's still there hits the air, evvie raises an eyebrow. "i'll give you a ride, you know that. you and your wheelless bike." she laughs a little, looking over at dana who nods. "i'll have ahmad pull the footage, we'll handle it you two get some rest." the charge nurse nods to the two of them. "thanks d." evvie grins as she walks away. "so... do you and your wheelless bike wanna get breakfast before i drop you off?" she looks at ally, grin still on her face.
Ally's shoulders slump and she sticks her tongue out. "You tease. What thoughts? Okay, wait, at least once it's done you tell me? Then I'm not an accessory." She can't stop herself from giggling at the thought. Her eyes widen though as Evvie lays out some serious threats she can set on Gloria. "Whoa. Okay, girl. You know, you can be kinda scary. It's kinda awesome. Aw, you hear that, Jensen? You're a threat!"
The golden simply wags his tail, none the wiser to what that means. Jensen follows Goose into the car with ease, taking a little longer for his five year old knees to provide the lift needed to get in. "Chicken tacos sound so good. We should get some chips and salsa too." She looks up at the house. "We could leave a window open if you're worried? Other than that, I fully support the said plan."
"don't worry i have no intentions of getting you or anyone else involved. at least until i get everything settled." she admits, the less people that know the better. "i've been around the block when it comes to hospital administration. a lot. it's only gotten worse the older i get. money, satisfaction scores, all of it seems to just... drive people to be the absolute worst versions of themselves. you know what they say about absolute power. let's just say that gloria's going to like me a whole lot less the next time she sees me." she shrugs, looking down at jensen. "oh yeah, an absolutely terrifying threat." she laughs patting his head.
when he hops up into the car, evvie grabs the little harness belts she has as seatbelts for them and hooks them up. looking back at her house, evvie waves a hand, watching the windows open. perks of magic is she doesn't have to run back inside. "okay, chicken tacos, chips and salsa, and queso. and drinks." she nods matter of factly as she climbs into the drivers seat. "and you are dj." she unlocks her phone as she starts her car, holding it out to ally.
oh, mystic woman, can you read my mind? bet you hear me thinking 'bout you all the time. and for my shameful thoughts, please forgive me if i do it, i hope you never hear 'em, girl, unless you're open to it --
Ally folded her arms across her chest as she stood across from her friend, her best friend- two immovable objects staring each other down. "Yeah, and I want you to say it out loud. It feels a lot different when you say it."
Looking closer at her, Evvie would see a lot of things. She'd see the strong appearance Ally is projecting, the wide stance, the set back shoulders and clenched jaw. She'd also see the concern in her eyes and the love that fueled it. She'd see her fingers twitching behind her bicep, air currents gently being tugged like a nervous kid tugging at the hem of their mother's shirt. "Evvie." She isn't sure what to say; she doesn't want to start a fight. "You know how my parents were killed by Hydra? I tracked down the only guy left alive who was part of that mission. I confronted him. He shot me. I killed him. I...don't regret it, but I do wish we had the information he died with. Is there anybody left?"
evvie raises an eyebrow, finally lifting her hands to mirror ally's body language as she folds her arms across her chest. "i killed them. all the bodies you found, dead or mostly dead? that was all me." she doesn't sugarcoat it. there's no need. "there i said it. happy now?"
normally, evvie would be the type of person to melt, to try and make it better but she's been in so much pain, constantly since that day. her leg was so bad that somedays it feels like magic doesn't even touch it. and her mind? it's fragmented beyond belief. trauma does that, she's aware, but she hates that it's happening to her, again. she feels for ally, of course she does she knows how it feels to lose family to people hellbent on killing you or getting whatever they want from you. her question makes evvie stop short. she's left some, but she doesn't want any of the information about her to get out. "two. i was saving them for last so they knew i was coming. i've been tracking them for weeks, they're too afraid to leave the city let alone pose a flight risk." she pulls her phone out of her pocket, opening the information she has on them.
sliding her phone across the counter, she leans against it again. "doctors zachary james and sherry halloran. as far as i can tell they're behind all of this, but she calls the shots. she was the one who found me, realized they could use me and they did... it just didn't end the way she was expecting.
send me "hear me out ... " and i will give you a possible ship between two of our muses and their dynamic. things to possibly include: ship tags, songs/custom playlist, movie references, how they first meet, date scenarios, etc.
He'd carried an idea of it, what she was, what she could do. He wasn't stupid; there was only one person who could've been causing the strangeness around her when she was newer, and whilst his brain hadn't opened up enough to accept the idea of a whole new reality where magic and monsters were real… it had made a place for her. Sure, this was evidence on a level that was irrefutable, but he didn't… care. He didn't care any more. His mind was so far divorced from any sort of worry about himself, that reality could splinter around him and he would probably just… laugh it off.
She's not a monster. He doesn't think that. In fact, through his hollow and disconnected brain, he's almost impressed. That she contains this whole maelstrom inside her. More than that, that she is able to crush down this immense power; to not let it leak out any more. She's near enough shouting at him, and then she is shouting, and there is so much grief in his voice and he wished… he wished he could care.
"If I was a good man," he whispered, "Then I wouldn't do this to you." he swallowed, throat bobbing, and closed his eyes for a second. The tug to his clothes was violent, wrenching his chest, but he resisted it. He took a breath, slow, controlled. His lip was shaking, eyes shining as he looked at her again. "I don't want to do it for myself, alright. I don't. And I…" he took another breath, shakier now, glancing away into the mess. He wondered if it would part around him like a sea.
He took another step back.
"Forgive me." he murmured, and turned his back, intending to walk through the maelstrom and out, no matter what it did to him.
her chest feels like it's caving in. like she's being crushed by the weight of not only her own existence but the fact that robby doesn’t seem to care about anything. and it's just hitting her how bad it's getting. or how bad it's gotten. and now she can't exactly hide the rest of her life from him. there's no way, not with what she just did. not with what her brain is begging her to do.
his thoughts just shatter something in her. whatever was left to shatter anyway. there's his thoughts about her, what she can do, how she isn't a monster but it's all... flat. like it doesn't matter. like nothing matters.
"then don't… don't do this to me…" she shakes her head, tears flowing freely, eyes a bright purple as she tries to keep him here. tries to keep him where she can see him so she knows he's still there, still breathing, still with her. "you are a good man, robby. one of the best men i've ever known. but you're sick, and that's okay. what's not okay is thinking that any one of us, especially me is just going to let you walk out of here like nothing is wrong. like you're not going to... do whatever you have planned."
she's way past hiding her tears now. she's just trying not to lash out and react in a way she can't take back. but he takes another step back and her panic spikes, feeling the room around her starting to shake just a little. breathe. you can't lose it like that here. she tries to calm herself down but when he turns his back she can't stop herself.
she raises her arm, turning it while closing her hand to shut the door. "i can't let you walk out of here, robby. i can't i'm sorry. i can't lose anybody else." selfish? maybe. but after over a century of grief hasn't she earned that right? just a little?
She's looking at him like she wants to eat him and it's enough to send another little shiver down his back, squirming almost unintentionally, suddenly aggressively aware that she is dressed and he is naked, still with blood tipped fingers and toes. When she leans down, he holds his breath; unintentional, eyes blown wide, fixated on her. The hand against the freshly healed bite prompts a sharp exhale out of his nose, only just reigned back…
Then her hand on his chest, near his scars, feeling how his heart races, responded by only picking up more speed in response to the contact. No. His eyes flickered shut as he swallowed hard. Not only because of the change. Very much not only because of the change and when his eyes open again she watching and his eyes flicker to her mouth and
Frank squirmed, again. His tongue darted out to wet his own lips, then his eyes flickered. Between her eyes, and her mouth, and her fangs, and he wants her to bite him. The urge is so intense that he almost wondered for a moment if it was some power of hers, some power of compulsion, because he's envisioning her fangs on his neck on his hip on his thigh and her mouth on his --
"Evvie," it came out as a breathy whine, squirming again, realising with a jolt that her straddling means he very much can't do anything himself about the heat building in his body. "I - please -" he wasn't even sure what he was asking for, twitching his hips just slightly. A bite? A touch? Her to climb off him, to forget this? God, no…
okay admittedly she's having entirely too much fun with this. rarely in her long life has she had fun like this, at least in this very specific way. the way she can barely see the blue in his eyes, the way he holds his breath, all of it pushing her to keep going. his reaction to the way her hand brushes against the bite mark makes her tip her head, brown curls falling over her shoulder as she does, pulling her attention away for just a second as she realizes what happened.
again, she doesn't need to be a mind reader to know what he's thinking. between his heart rate picking up when her hand is on him, and the way every other part of him reacting? she's absolutely sure of what’s happening. she watches his eyes close and her hand that was on his heart sneaks back up around his neck, settling at the base of his neck as she fiddles with the hair there. not quite pulling but definitely starting to play with it a little. so many theories to test.
every time frank squirms, evvie's own heart rate spikes. the thrill of having such an effect on him making all of this even sweeter for her. she watches the way his eyes move from her own, to her lips, and then focusing on her fangs and she can't help but smirk. god what she would give to be able to read his mind right now. though the way he's looking at her fangs she has a decent enough idea. and she plans to have a lot more fun.
the way he whines her name absolutely inflates her ego. "please?" she asks, raising an eyebrow. "please what?" she teases a little, the hand that found its way into her hair creeping up a little further, tugging gently enough to not hurt him but to tip his head back. "do you want to stop? because we can." without saying anything else, she retracts her fangs, lets go of his hair and even slides herself back as if she’s about to stand up. "if that’s what you really want."
@pittheretic sent clearly your mind is elsewhere. (some jealous evvie for olivia 😇)
Olivia arches an eyebrow at Evvie. Well, that tone of voice sounds snarky and not at all like the Evvie she knows. Which, only serves to worry Olivia. What caused this reaction? Her head tilts in the way it does when she worries, like it does when she tries to make herself seem soothing as she catches someone’s eyes.
“Okay.” Olivia suddenly says, eyes searching Evvie’s for any hint of what just happened. Anything she may be hiding. The woman has gotten good at reading people by now, and there is definitely something up with Evvie. “You want to tell me what that was all about?”
evvie maybe half regrets it the second it comes out of her mouth but by then she's kind of fucked and has to let it hang in the air. jesus christ you have the subtlety of a hand grenade. she chastises herself and closes her eyes, hand pinching the bridge of her nose below her glasses.
the second olivia's eyes find hers she tries to look away but she can't. "no i… fuck. it's… it's nothing." she shakes her head, feeling the heat creeping up her neck to her cheeks. she hasn't really ever found herself experiencing this level of jealousy in decades. and even then it was never... never like this. "it's stupid and kind of ridiculous given..." given how old i am, "everything." she clears her throat.
"okay so," alright we're not done then, "hypothetically if you had a friend who had a crush on someone... what would you tell them if they wanted to tell the person they like?"
HE COMES IN THROUGH HER WINDOW DESPITE HAVING KEYS. It's part of the rom com charm that Rachelle is trying to channel, despite having to pay for replacements. Large dark brown eyes land on Evvie with a small smile, listening to the sounds of the shower running and the sound of feet moving against the bottom of the tub. Rachelle slides off his fur coat along with his large platform boots before he's crawling into Evvie's bed to wait for her.
she's not stupid, between the noise and the scent she knows rachelle is now in her house, but she's halfway through her shower and trying to keep her hair dry. there's a moment where she considers abandoning her shower all together but she needs to feel clean so she keeps going. it's only a few more minutes when she's stepping out of her shower, towel wrapped around her, purposely taking her time. she continues with her routine, pulling on her tank top and shorts before walking back into her room. "i see the window needs some work done again." she teases lightly, crawling onto her bed. "hi." she smiles, laying down next to him.
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
