#asks . evan

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@celestieu said: in her killer verse she's still 4'10 :(

He's Just A Big Boy || Accepting Tiny? She's tiny??? The tiniest killer he's ever seen????

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@rvnrabbitrvn​ { 🐇 } asked: snap-- WHUMP--

The indignant and familiar shriek rings out across the grounds of the estate as a snare trap goes off, stringing Meg up by her ankle and causing her to drop the backpack of stolen scavenged goods. She thought she'd had all of the MacMillan Estate's hazards memorized by now, but it looks like the Trapper has changed things up a little since the last time she did a supply run. Stupid. She should have asked Jake if he noticed anything different during his--

Focus!

She braces one foot against the other, and tries to do what amounts to a sit-up so that she can reach the knotted rope keeping her aloft. It's tight around her leg, painfully so, but she might be able to undo it if she's lucky. Maybe if she can pull herself further up the rope and earn some slack- and if the Entity is feeling merciful (it never is...) she'll be out of here before...

"Ah beans." She mutters and goes limp, swinging from the rope as she hears a familiar, growling breath and trying to spin herself to catch sight of him. "If I say sorry will you let me down?" She asks, with a glance at her stolen bounty, "Without killing me?"

The shriek alerts him to not only the fact that it’s Meg who’s been caught, but also the fact that she’s nearer to where he is than he’d thought could go unnoticed.

Good for her.

He doesn’t waste time heading towards where he’d heard the scream, the woods surrounding the estate as easy for him to navigate as the rest of the land was. So many times since his arrival in this realm he’d stalked the grounds that he had every inch of trail and every trap he’d laid memorized.

Snare and foothold, pit and noose all littered the estate to make any who wandered into his realm from the fog tread lightly, lest they fall victim to traps and come face to face with the Trapper who laid them. A fate that Meg was no doubt trying to avoid, if the fact that she was frantically trying to remove the noose trap from her ankle was any indication.

He watches her spin at the end of the rope for a long moment before approaching when she’s finally facing him. Both his hands are free. He eyes her predicament for a moment in silence - the rope was too tight against her skin to untie it without putting slack in it, and he certainly wouldn’t be able to get a knife between it and her skin without cutting her - before his gaze shifts from the knot and down to her face.

He’s not... Particularly gentle, exactly, in the way that he grabs her by the front of her top, but he’s not trying to hurt her, and he hopes that much is clear with the way that he gives her slack in the rope before he does any maneuvering of her body, preventing the rope from tightening even as he settles her in the crook of the opposite arm.

Without the weight on it, the knot is easy to loosen, a well placed tug and rope slides past rope, loosening the knot enough for him to guide it over her heel and off her ankle completely.

“Take them.” He says simply, setting her back on her feet beside her bag, which he was certain contained pilfered goods. He knew that there was little other reason for any of the survivors to venture into his domain but scavenging.

“You have more use for them than I do.”

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@ryunonendai​ asked: 🦷 d'art doesn't know how to take treats gentle :( sorry evan

BITE BITE BITE || Accepting

D’art’s flower-mouth opens, and then closes faster than Evan is certain what to do with, but before he knows what’s happened, the sharp teeth on the inside of his mouth have sunken into his flesh, and it takes all that he has not to rip his arm away and cause more damage to his hand.

Instead, his opposite hand comes up and claps down on the Demogorgon’s neck, holding onto the back of his neck to hold him in place.

Evan snarls, pain making anger creep into his voice, “Drop it.”

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@gamblershand​ asked: ✏️ for uhhh maybe Caleb???? (Ace is fine too do instead SDJKF)

Evan Does Art || Accepting

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white-girl jogs away from a generator, hoping not to be spotted, only to break into a spRINT WHEN SHE IS-- [[rvnrabbitrvn]]

Unprompted || Always Accepting

Woah-oh here he comes.

[cuileandorcha]

i heard evan/trapper is shredded. That evan/trapper has an 8 pack.

Rumor Mill || Accepting

Evan's brow furrows slightly behind his mask, his eyes dropping from the figure in the fog down to his own gut - his head dropping so that he could see it for the mask. The dark sleeveless shirt he wore fit well over his chest but it cling to his gut. The fabric wasn't thin, but even still it made clear he didn't have an 8 pack to define.

There was no lack of muscle to him, and it didn't take a particularly keen eye to figure that out - his shoulders and chest were broad, his arms thick, and his gut? While it protrude over his belt, it did not sag, and was not entirely rounded out. Instead, there was a sort of flatness running down the front of his stomach towards his belt, where the muscle's strength was plainly visible, even through his shirt and in spite of a life lived well fed.

He reaches to where the shirt has work itself loose, and lifts it, tightening his abs as he does. No washboard appears - but there is a suggestion of definition that runs the length of his stomach, and at his sides the place his abs met his obliques becomes a little more clear.

"Heard wrong."

He tug his shirt back into place, and tucks the end of it back into his pants with his finger tips before he relax his stomach again - the front of it tugs free once more, and he turns to walk away.

[cuileandorcha]

🔥 Evan, how do you feel about being bit?

Spicy Asks || Accepting

"Being bit?"

He echoes the question, confusion creeping into his tone. He's recalling perhaps too vividly the sensation of Jake's teeth coming down on his hand, grinding into the dip between his knuckles after he'd caught him rummaging in one of the crates for scrap.

He'd had a bruise that lingered for far longer than he'd expect, then just been gone the next time he thought to check on it.

"Not fond of it."

[cuileandorcha]

🔥Evan, what's you wildest fantasy?

Evan tilts his head as his masked face is lift up from the scrap of paper he'd turn into a warm up page. He's plenty glad for the cover it provided as he tenses his jaw and furrows his brow. Every bit as much as he's glad for the distance between them necessary for the fog to provide any cover.

"Laying on my back."

With the state of his shoulders? A fantasy indeed.