#evie kay

[baileycatarina]

"I'm allowed to hang out with whoever I want!" says the girl that's cheating on her boyfriend.

I! Don't think I like this very much but I Drew so that counts for something I think.

[ksilberne]

Monster

[dynamitekansai]

imkingkota: Cry.

[letiel]

Hope - Werewolf AU

The fire had dwindled down to embers by the time Ty got up to leave. Werewolves had an advantage in the middle of the night, but wisdom had abandoned them the moment they had set out on this impossible task.

“No, Evie, you should stay. It may take weeks to find him, and we don’t know what he’ll be like.”

“That’s why I’m going.”

She had stared right into his soul and watched him every step of the way. Evie had finally fallen asleep sitting up, propped against the saddles on the ground, watching and waiting for Ty to try something like this. Her strength was different than theirs and mercy didn’t belong in the wild.

He stepped around her and retrieved his sword. There was silver inlaid along the blade, shiny and cold and ready to bite, waiting in its sheath until it was time. It was a smaller version of its brother, another worn and loved weapon, carefully maintained by its now turned master. Ty grabbed it too. He slung the bigger sword over his shoulder and his own at his waist.

It didn’t feel right, carrying them both. The weight was uncomfortable and the straps too loose. The blade at his side was an old friend, an extension of himself, but the other was a burden. It was a stark and brutal reminder of his loss and Ty felt his heart churn in his stomach.

It must be done.

He turned and stepped around the fire to crouch beside Khasar. His beloved younger brother was tense in his sleep, dreaming and hurting. The injury that the wolf had left him was still festering, even with Evie’s careful ministrations and expertise. It was stress and fear and the horrible ticking of a clock counting down to an end with every moonrise.

“He’s still in there! I heard him call to me!”

Ty reached for the emblem hanging around his neck. It was a simple thing, just a cheap hunter’s mark that Evie had made for the three of them. Khasar had a matching one. So had Kai. He gently brushed the hair from Khasar’s face and tucked him in. Then he pulled his cloak tighter around himself and hurried into the dark.

They had been tracking the wolf for days after the attack, following the trail of corpses and rumors. There were the obvious signs and the subtle ones that only an experienced eye may have noticed. Ty knew they were very close when they stopped for the night but had kept it to himself. Khasar and Evie weren’t ready for this. They couldn’t possibly understand.

“I saw it in his eyes, Ty. YOU know him. You KNOW he wouldn’t stop fighting! He is still in there!”

Ty moved faster on his own. He left behind the heaviest parts of his armor, emptied his pockets, and forewent a pack of essentials. There was no need for such things.

Little tufts of fur, trampled leaves, the edge of a print…

It took about two hours and then Ty dropped into a dried riverbed downwind from a mass of fur and teeth. Kai was a hulking thing. A giant of a man made for a giant of a beast, hulking and tattered. His thick and wild coat, black as the fabric of night, failed to hide the lines of his muscles down his back and the bumps of his spine at the peak of his height. The rough of his mane was patchy and fluffed in every direction, nearly the length of his long, triangular ears that rested prick at the sides. His deep chest and broad shoulders giving way to long arms, reaching to the ground to paw with jagged claws on fingers twisted between the man he had been and the wolf he was. Kai’s tail flicked along the pebbles, gliding back and forth, collecting debris in the fur as he crouched, distracted by something at his feet.

Ty pulled his sword from its sheath and took a long breath, just watching for a moment the shuffling and heaving, the toss of Kai’s head. Droplets of blood and the coarse fur of a deer spattered in every direction.

The opening was there. It wouldn’t be hard to drive the silver adorned steel between his ribs, to slide between the bone to sever his heartstrings and put Kai out of his misery. Instead, Ty dragged his foot across the riverbed, scattering pebbles with little clinks and splashes as they scattered across stone and into isolated puddles.

Kai’s head spun around in an instant. His ears went flat and beady eyes glowed faintly in the dark, the glimmer of gold that tempts greedy men. Moonlight glittered on bared, pearl teeth, and shone on onyx claws. The deer all but forgotten as Kai turned and rose to a greater height to glare down at the Hunter.

“I owe you this much,” Ty mumbled and spun the sword before pulling it up to his face, held in both hands and sighting down the blade, waiting for the wolf to make the first move. He was already starting to shake.

Kai’s ears flicked forward and then flattened and the fur on his back and shoulders stood on end. He growled low and drooled when he recognized the glimmer of the blade.

“No! Don’t kill him!” Khasar yelled through his pain and Ty’s swing fell short, the tip of weapon glancing over Kai’s brow and cheek.

The injury was slow to heal, the silver doing its work.

“What are you waiting for?” Ty asked a little louder and shifted in place and then Kai was racing at him, all feral ferocity and animal instinct.

The first clash was sword on teeth and then Kai was backing away, circling, and only racing in with experimental jabs and swipes. They were easily parried.

At first Ty thought maybe Kai was still suffering fatigue from prior wounds. Not once had Ty ever beaten Kai in a fight, whether serious or for training. He was too warrior-coded with a feel for battle that Ty had once described as dancing, the flow of a fight as natural as breathing.

This was different.

The wolf’s movements were smooth and deliberate but slow and telegraphed. Kai could easily overpower him but was choosing not to, so Ty moved to offense, to force his hand. He pushed Kai back along the riverbed with every nimble swing, but Kai parried them all until they broke apart and started circling each other once more.

The shaking was worse, and Ty reached over to hold his own wrist to steady himself, never taking his eyes off of Kai, the monster, this beast that had been his oldest and truest friend. This abomination that had been his partner.

“That’s it then?” he yelled, and Kai’s ears pricked forward. “After everything we’ve been through, this is all the fight you have in you?” Kai shuffled in place and Ty felt a flicker of doubt that he immediately buried with anger and duty. No one retained themselves after the change. His friend was already dead.

He shouted and ran at Kai, swinging more widely, slower and stronger and the wolf moved away, always backing up or dodging until the sting of the edge cut into his arm and he howled with the pain. A massive paw lashed out and smashed into the sword, ripping it from Ty’s hands and sending it scattering into the dark.

But Kai did not press his advantage and Ty was left standing there, unarmed, confused, and angry.

“What are you doing? ATTACK me!!” he yelled but Kai backed away and hid his teeth.

Ty stepped at him, pointing with both hands to his own chest. “Damn it all, Kai, attack me! You have to! There is nothing left of you! You’re a monster, that’s what you do! That’s what you did to the others, to Khasar, why won’t you do it to me?!”

The wolf started to pace, dropping to all fours, hunched with his head low. Drool turned to foam in the corners of his mouth and speckled the fur of his ruff and arms, his eyes still glittered. He didn’t stop watching the Hunter.

“You think I want to do this?!” Ty yelled as he fumbled to get Kai’s sword from his back, “do you even remember when we talked about this?” He took the sheath off and tossed to the side. “We promised each other that if we ever turned, we would be the one to put the other down. That we wouldn’t let the other hurt anyone!” Ty blinked angry tears away and struggled to hold the weapon. It took both hands and the tip of it still visibly shook. “If you don’t kill me, I’ll kill you!” Ty growled and ran at the wolf again, swinging the great sword in wide arcs.

Kai stepped away from the first swing, but the second grazed his shoulder and he whimpered. He pranced out of reach again and Ty stumbled. The tip of the sword thudded into the ground, sliding on the smooth river rock and nearly pulled Ty off balance. He had to take a moment to recover his footing and catch his breath, tears flowing freely now.

“It’s not possible, it’s not possible,” he mumbled to himself and raised a hand to hide his face as though he could physically hold back the tears and with it his desperation and crumbling resolve. Ty wiped his face and then glared at Kai.

“You gave them hope!” he yelled, “where’s mine!?”

The wolf stopped pacing and there was stillness between them until Kai slowly lowered himself to the ground. He lay down and rolled to his side, unwilling to fight anymore, a silent plea in his eyes. If it must be done, then let it be done, but he would die himself and not a ravenous beast.

The sword in his hand was too heavy and it dragged on the ground behind him as Ty forced himself to walk up to Kai. Still the wolf didn’t move, just looked up at his friend with those wild eyes, full of regret and sorrow.

He dropped the sword and then fell to his knees to put a hand on Kai’s big head. Ty gently pet him with ghost-like touches, his fingertips barely feeling along his features, tracing the putrid gash along his eye, already starting to scar along the edges.

Kai slowly closed his eyes, a gesture of complete trust, and Ty knew for sure.

“You were my brother, Kai,” he whispered, weeping, “Why didn’t I go with you?”

Light and hopeful touches turned into needy grasping as Ty buried his face in Kai’s fur, holding tightly to the fluff to sob and mumble with agony and regret, “why didn’t I go with you?”

He cried until he was spent, listening to Kai’s soft rumblings until the snapping of a twig put him back on guard. Kai’s ear flicked and he raised his head ever so slightly when Ty hurried to his feet and recovered the great sword, holding it at the ready with the tip of it near Kai’s nose.

The torchlight came over the edge of the bank the same time Khasar growled, “what are you doing?!” “Khasar--?” Ty started but was promptly cut off by a fist in his face.

“We told you we were going to save, Kai!” he snapped at Ty, barely giving him a second to recover. “Was this your plan all along?!”

Ty gently pressed a thumb to his jaw, checking to be sure it wasn’t broken.

Evie slid down the bank and hurried to Kai’s side, tossing the torch aside on the gravel so she could check him with both hands. Her worried expression was better than the soul-piercing glare from dinner.

Kai immediately got back to his feet and started slinking backwards, away from the light, with his belly to the ground and his lip curled back. His tail tucked between his legs and his ears flattened into his ruff.

She was undaunted, moving towards him with absolute faith and meaningful steps to put her hands on his muzzle. Kai’s tail wagged twice when she put her hand on his cheek, and he tried to lick her very briefly before she pushed his head down to focus on his newly acquired scratches.

“You were always going to try and kill him, weren’t you?” Khasar growled. He had planted himself between Ty and Kai and was squaring up again.

“Yes, I was,” Ty admitted quietly and Khasar punched him again.

“We told you that Kai is still in there! We both heard him! We both see it! How can you have such little faith in him? In us?”

“I didn’t!” Ty snapped, “I didn’t… but I do now.” Ty and Khasar’s eyes met, and they studied each other for several heartbeats until Khasar relaxed and lowered his fists. He still looked hurt behind the anger and Ty couldn’t blame him. He should’ve been on their side from the beginning.

He looked between Khasar, Evie, and Kai. Better late than never, and they were gonna need all the help they could get.

[lavampira]

ocs as types of love

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D'ALIA LIVEQ [ffxiv] — LOVE THAT LASTS

love unconditional, love unfailing. you love no matter what happens because you believe in the best – of you, and them. it will hurt and it will fail you, but this love tastes so sweet – you can never believe that it bitters sometimes. the way you choose to love unconditionally is incredible.

KAI AMHI [swtor] — LOVE THAT HEALS

your love is healing. it burns you with every bit of your soul, but you choose to heal, nevertheless. you are so, so, so strong and i hope you know that. i send you peace. i send you calm. i hope things will become better for you in time, just as you have made others better in time as well.

MALENA SHEPARD [mass effect] — LOVE THAT PROTECTS

you love so fiercely, with every fibre of your being. maybe you were wounded by love in the past; such that you choose to love and love and love so wonderfully that the next person who comes into your life never doubts that they are loved by you.

EVIE THIERRY [bloomic/resi evil] — LOVE THAT STRENGTHENS

you make sure that people know that they are loved, and you give them strength when they need it the most. this is an ability that is rare; the love that you hold speaks wonders of yourself. i hope you're doing alright. isn't it exhausting always being the bigger person?

LON LAURIER [call of cthulhu] — LOVE THAT CALMS

this is sweet. i hope you know that you make others feel at ease around you. you're a gem, a blessing, a treasure – and you should know it. it's comfortable loving you. it's a privilege to be around you and to be let into your world.

[enamoredwithbella]

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[ncisverseupdatesandfics]

Renewals and Polls

NCIS: Sydney, NCIS, and S.W.A.T all got renewed!!! 🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉

[storiesbyjes2g]

Nothin’ but a T thang

Yes, we're going to pretend she made that up off the dome LOL. New question: can she flow when she's sober? 😂

[sundewhasaudhd]

okay first can I see the designs for Evie, Charlie, Ruby, and Kai pretty please with the organs of my enemies on top

Which ocs would like Will wood, lemon demon, and tally hall?

Are any of your ocs iPad kids??

Who swears the most?

Do any of them know multiple languages?

Could any of them do sign language?

have any of them read the Percy Jackson series (please say yes please say yes please say yes please say yes please say yes please say yes please-)?

Which ones like mlp or would like it if they saw it?

Which ones are neurodivergant?

and that's all I got for now

Not in this post, but I’ll make a post of picrews, hero forges, and art of them :3

Probably Rowan

No, because it’s a high fantasy world, but Echo would probably be one

Venus or Jacqueline

I mean, I haven’t really thought about this yet, but either all of the main cast would have to be fluent in all six languages, or the six kingdoms would just share a global language. Thank you for the world building question

I feel like Evie would know a little

No, because again, high fantasy, but Venus or Rowan probably would

Probably Venus, Evie, Echo, and Nadia (and probably Orville in secret)

No way you pulled out that question on me. (I’m gonna include mental illness too) *Takes a HUGE breath* Venus has AuDHD, Orville has anxiety, autism, and depression (and probably PTSD after the events of the story), Charlie has AuDHD, depression, and PTSD, Evie has autism, Ruby has autism and PTSD, Kai has autism and PTSD, Rowan has autism, Nadia has autism and dyslexia, Leona has ADHD, and Henry has AuDHD

[comfethan]

ocs as tadc characters bc ermmm brainrot skibidi

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You're wonderful and amazing and ily

Mostly what I contribute is swearing and nudity lmao

[salithemage]

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[ksilberne]

HAPPY PRIDE

[neon-vocalist]

PSA to our therapist: Please learn the difference between being a VTuber and enjoying VTubers. No I do not “do VTubing.” I do not VTube. Please. My sanity…

[letiel]

Mortality - Werewolf AU

CW: Character death (non-violent, peaceful, still death)

The early spring showers seemed appropriate. The clouds had held tightly to the rain until late two nights prior, letting little rays of sunlight through up until the very end.

It was coming down hard now in the early morning. Ty watched it from where he was laying on the top step of the front porch, just far enough out past the awning for his front paws and muzzle to collect little beads of rain before disappearing into the abyssal black of his fur. All the colors in the world had been drained away and blanketed in horrible gray. The flowers that they had planted this year were drooping under the weight of precipitation and the collective grief of the household.

Ty had felt the exact moment when she had passed with eerie clarity, and worse, had seen her spirit linger through the night. Even freed from her mortal coil, Evie couldn’t leave Kai until she was sure that he was going to be okay. It had been a somber few moments, an exchange without words when Ty had come to stand in the doorway to their bedroom and see her spirit sitting on the edge of the bed with her hand on Kai’s shoulder while he was racked with agony.

They had looked at each other and she had smiled despite her worry. Her soul had been bound with faint strings and she had little time to rest before the blessing of the fae would see her reborn. Even so, in death, she could only think of her husband.

It’s time, the Grim said with his presence, and she held on a little tighter. It’s okay. Let him go. He will be alright.

He hadn’t the heart to hurry her and she waited until Kai was spent to sleeping to say her own final goodbye. Evie had died holding his hand, smiling at him, whispering soft reassurances that she would find him again, that she wouldn’t keep him waiting for very long. Her spirit leaned down to kiss his cheek and then she followed Ty through the house. She paused to hug Khasar where he had fallen asleep by the fire, cheeks still puffy from crying. She detoured to hug Ori from behind while he stressfully cleaned the kitchen counter. And then she stopped to pet Ywa for the last time in this life.

Don’t look so sad, the Cait Sith had told her spirit in a purr, we’ll see you soon.

 ”I know,” Evie said, and gave Ywa another scratch under her chin.

Almost ready.

Ty led her to the porch, and they sat on the front step, listening to the stillness before the storm. She pet him softly and he could feel the warmth of her fingers through his fur.

“Look after him?” she had asked.

As long as it takes, he promised.

Her ghost smiled a final time, the clouds opened, and then she was gone.

He hadn’t moved since, laying in the same spot, feeling empty but at peace, just watching nature mourn. He hadn’t moved when the priest had come to give Evie’s body last rites and only distantly listened as he discussed her burial with the family. He hadn’t moved when trusted members of the church came to collect her, reverently preparing for her funeral. Bless Ori, who even in his mourning was collected enough to see to the necessary details.

He hadn’t moved when night came again, even when he heard Khasar sniffling, and Kai tossing and turning through the couple hours of dozing he had managed to find. He hadn’t moved when the sun came up again, hidden behind the continuous rain, making it impossible to be sure of the time.

And in all those hours he just waited and listened, mourning with silence rather than tears. Perhaps it was a Grim thing, to be so accepting of death, or maybe it was because Ty had more time to grieve than the others. There was profound beauty in her passing, full of hope and promise, the tiniest seed planted anew, waiting to grow, to love again.

He could hear someone in the house making tea, searching for normalcy.

The door opened behind him, and he felt Kai’s heavy footsteps stepping out onto the porch. The gloom was heavier around the man as they knew it would be. Evie was the light in Kai’s life. It made sense that the dark had been able to creep in with her absence to swallow him whole. It would be a very long time for Kai to feel like himself again.

Ty lifted his head to look at Kai. The man was haggard, exhausted, jaw clenched, dissociative.

He got up and wiggled his wet nose into the space between Kai’s hand and his thigh, but Kai recoiled, pulling his hand away and taking a step back. Ty tried again and once more Kai pulled away, this time with a glare that had Ty hesitant to try a third time.

“Did you know?” Kai asked with a hoarse voice barely above a whisper.

Ty tilted his head.

“Did you know when she was going to die?” he croaked.

Ty’s tail very slowly tucked between his legs and his ears flattened against his head. He lowered his head and took a step back, but Kai was fast. His hand shot out and grabbed a handful of Ty’s ruff, pulling him in and making him feel limp.

“You knew,” Kai growled. There were tears welling up in his dim eyes, spilling over and down his cheeks. Ty was surprised he had any left to shed. “You knew.” He gave Ty a firm shake to match the shaking in his knees and the snarling accusation in his voice. Grief was looking for something to blame, desperate for understanding to ease the pain.

I knew fourteen months ago and I couldn’t tell you. The rough handling didn’t hurt but the guilt in his heart did.

Another firm shake and Kai was on his knees, still clinging tightly to Ty’s ruff, pulling them both lower and lower under the crippling weight of sorrow until Ty was belly up and Kai was curling in on himself, shaking and sobbing with the rain.

She needed you to love her for every precious second she had left.

Kai let go to hold himself instead, wrapping his arms tightly around his chest, trying to physically hold the pieces of his broken heart together as the anguish ate him alive. Ty slowly rolled upright and crawled over to lean against Kai, trying so hard to convey a sense of peace, to tell him it was going to be okay; to prove he didn’t lie to Evie.

She wouldn’t have wanted you to wallow in helplessness.

He gently pressed his nose to Kai’s shoulder where the scent of Evie’s spirit still lingered days later, and then he howled. Just one long, mournful howl, one last, long goodbye to weep and then he lay down beside Kai, felt his heavy hand in soft fur, holding tightly, grounding himself while they cried.

It wasn’t a lie.

Kai would be alright.

But for now, right at this moment, he wasn’t.

And that was okay too.

[music-wrestling-nascar-fan]