Gravesfield's folktale trio! :D

Must be the season of the witch~ 🍂

I’m having so many thoughts about little Caleb and Evelyn I love them so dearly

"Isn't it all so beautiful?"

I love my ocs /j

//eek minor body horror

Doodle page from last night, got a little wacky silly with it

Under the oak tree🌳💚

Inspired by @jess-the-vampire 's comic "The Storm" (Go check it out)

Still figuring out how to color in this style but I definitely like where it's going :3

after a century of silence i felt like posting.. the caleb/evelyn kids that me, @pinkgolfcart and another Friend (Jasper) have been cooking up in the past year (calebs alive and well here :)))

i may or may not post more abt them but for now.. kiddos

+ Older Doodles

Hii, this is my first time posting something pls be nice to me thanks

I wasn't planning on posting anything at all but I was doodling Witteclaw in my spare time while listening to lectures and then realised Witteclaw week was going rn and today's prompt is 'Free Day' so I decided to post my art yay!

I know my art is still very amateur and needs a lot of improvement but yay for posting my art for the first time! Anyways Caleb and Evelyn are one of my fav TOH ships despite having 0 content for them and I love them very much <3

@wittecoupleweek for Day 4!

i lovbe them :-3

Part 3 of the comic after the events of thanks to them! Hunter has a lot to process🥺, also in the next part comes high doses of huntlow 💛💚

Was evelyn ever ALMOST caught by witch hunters?

I WROTE IT, BECAUSE DRAWING IT TAKES TOO LONG.

For some reason, I forgot I could just...... Write these little shorts with little illustrations alongside it, instead of drawing out the whole thing and it takes forever. So... here ya go! Two more little drawings beneath the cut with some text!

Roger growled through the gap amongst his ivory. He could not wrap his head around why his rival was standing there with bow and arrow, willing to.. What? Shoot him? For this woman. Barely a Christian woman, even. "What are you going to do?" Roger gestured at Caleb's homemade weaponry. "You're going to shoot me if I don't leave?" "Maybe." Caleb said, still not tensing the bow. "My brother's a real clever guy, he knows a lot about the body. Did you know that arterial bleeding is the most fatal?" "Uh-" "Looks the most accidental, too." Roger furrowed his brows. Caleb's brown eyes were void of warmth. "What are you saying?" "I'm saying I'm holding a bow. I'm saying I'm pretty good at using it. I'm saying I'm a woodsman, you're not. I'm saying that if I wanted to accidentally shoot you and hide your body, I could. And if you were discovered, it's an arrow in you, not an English pistol wound, or a knife. And nobody knows you were ever here." "...You're not serious." "You can always find out." "You're bluffing, I've never seen you use a bow and-" "Leave my property." Caleb repeated. "And if you are going to accuse my friend of witchcraft, you better have more than suggestive or spectral evidence." Roger glowered back, held his hands up in peace, and backed away. "Fine, I will." And left the way he came through the woods. Caleb waited until he couldn't see him any more, before locking the door and pulling the curtains. Roger had never liked Caleb, but before his rival took a break from witch hunting, Roger had at least had a competitors respect for the man. But respect turned to suspicion. Caleb had been acting strange for awhile... Glum and a lot more quiet. Then that woman showed up. And now the cove were against spectral evidences? Caleb had been the most frequent and outspoken about how witches found a lawful loophole by using supernatural means to get away with their crimes. As it was difficult to prove that a witch had tormented someone in their dreams, for example. And Roger agreed! Sure, Caleb was annoying, but they had both been amongst the best and the worst of hunters, being the same age only meant the two lads butted head to stay in their spot as head of a patrol. Being a witch hunter was a competitive sport, almost, it was hard to explain unless you participated. They were not friends, but Roger was sure if the roles had been reversed, Caleb would've been suspicious too and, honestly? Caleb would've tried to save Roger. It was just good sportsmanship. And this whole thing smelled wicked. Caleb turned to Evelyn. "Are you alright?" "I don't know.." She said and looked at her hands. Artemis had crawled out onto her shoulder to give her a comforting little spider hug. "My magic.. It didn't work." "What?" Caleb abandoned his bow by its place next to the backdoor. "It's not working?" "I don't- I was trying to make it work, he saw me. I'm sorry." Caleb lift her chin up. "Hey no, it's alright. Maybe.. You've just been here too long?" "No that's not it. I know it isn't." "Maybe you're ill?" She smiled up at the crease of worry on his forehead. He was trying to sound calm and proper, and she knew that tone of his. That rougher, almost demanding, serious tone. That tone he used with Philip and his friends when they were turning to him for leadership and give them orders - even if he was just as anxious as them.

His eyes flickered away, noticing that she had caught him spiralling with worries. He shook his head to get out of it and straightened his back. "Are you ill?" He repeated with a softer tone "No, I dont think so." "Not witch-ill, human-ill?" "No... I don't have any symptoms." "Hm.." Caleb thought back at when she had visited him at his job. "Oh, was it the sprig of dill tea?" Evelyn's eyes lit up. "Oh! Oh right that did taste awful!" Caleb couldn't help but break out into a soft scoff. "Well, good to know that folktale is true." "Huh?" "It's said sprig of dill keeps witches and evil away. That's why we drink it at the morrow' meeting." Evelyn's lips pressed into a line, feeling a little silly that she had so readily accepted tea from a bunch of woodsmen-slash-witch hunters. Of course they would be drinking things like that out of superstition.

"Right." She brushed her vest. Caleb snorted. "Stop it! I was afraid!" "Sorry, sorry. I'm sure it's only temporary." Evelyn looked at her hands. "You think so?" "Yeah. But.. Why don't you stay here, just in case, until it comes back. Yeah?" "Appreciated." "Of course." Evelyn swayed her skirt bashfully. "Caleb?" "Mh?" "Thank you." She pulled him in so she could plant a kiss on his cheek. "You've been my hero today." Caleb's limbs were full of pink and red butterflies. He laughed nervously and swatted his hand around in the air. "Oh! PFSH! O-Of course! I can't just- You're a maiden in distress! It's only the right thing-! Anytime, milady." And theatrically rolled his hand before bowing to her. And that got him in the right height for both of her hands to cup his face. "I think you deserve one more then." And kissed him on the side of his nose, his forehead, and when his smile spread his lips wide across his face, she kissed the dimple by his side. And that was enough. Caleb crumbled, and turned away from her with an incoherent sputtering of words. She smiled. Caleb put his face in his hands to cool, stroked them through his hair and coughed. "TEA?" He offered, gesturing at the stove. "Er- not, that tea, better tea." "Sure." And took a seat nearby him.

Their love would end in tragedy, but in that moment, neither of them knew anything besides the warmth of the other’s hand.

They're finally here!

After the long wait, the standees are finally a reality!!! I've never made merch before so it's still kinda fresh for me, but they're very pretty and I'm happy to finally have them!!!

This batch was a test batch, so I don't have many of these, but once I figure some prices out and get things in order, I'll be planning to sell the extras. And If people like them, I'll order more next go round for those who missed out.

And if things go well, we'll see about future merch.

For now though, super excited!!

Keep watch for when they're ready to sell, first come first serve for this first very limited batch.

Lumity is kind of like... when you get a swirly cupcake with sprinkles on it for your birthday. Raeda is like being held in somebody’s arms as an explosion rocks the world behind you. Huntlow is like when you get hit in the face with a dodgeball during gym and your team targets the person who hit you. Wittethorne/Eveleb is like keeping a secret picture in your locket that nobody can ever know about but it’s always close to your heart. In this essay I will-

I constantly draw my friends ver of caleb so I decided to actually start drawing my interp of him :3 not much is different