Hmmmm yes character design parallels I love you
Also I believe in brown eyed Caleb supremacy until I get proven wrong by canon.
Big bro and lil sib energy
I’m obsessed with the character design parallels in the new outfits.
- Caleb having a color pallet that matches both of their outfits and Philip having his own agenda both in clothing and how he thinks about the B.I. (Hehe bi)
- Luz’s new hair and jacket giving her a more Philip-esque look as their characters become more intertwined
-Hunter’s new look having the same weird “x” stitch and collar as Caleb’s, as well as the belt to match the suspenders
-How are four of them are magicless and Hunter and Caleb both use Flapjack as a source of magic while Luz and Philip both found and use the glyphs and glyph combos.
It is good and interesting:)
All four of these characters have such cool contrasts and similarities to one another it’s very fascinating to think about.
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I blame The VVitch for inspiration. Caleb Wittebane-centric fic in progress!
Out of all chores, surely clothes washing was the most dull. Even Pip, usually so excitable, sighed and grumbled. Dunking clothing in a cold river and scrubbing was simply incredibly boring.
Caleb liked to tell stories or whistled as he worked, but this chore sucked the life out of him. It always left him and Philip in silence, unusual between them.
At least the water wasn’t too cold today. It was swelting out and even their usually chilly river had warmed up. If nothing else, Caleb’s hands would thank him for the relief.
Time passed slowly. Philip kept sighing and looking around. He looked nervous and Caleb couldn’t exactly blame him; what with the rumours of the tragedies surrounding the Potter family lately, no one truly felt at ease.
Philip suddenly spoke up; “You look different.”
“Hm?” Caleb stretched his arms, throwing the pile of laundry a disdainful glance. Philip didn’t answer. Caleb looked at him, eyebrows raised; his little brother stared at the water.
“Pip?”
Silence was his only answer.
“How do I look different?” Caleb persisted. “You see me every day, Pip.”
Philip shrugged, his nose wrinkled. “I don’t know,” he muttered, a sullen look crossing his face.
“Pip?”
“I don’t know, you just do.”
Caleb snorted. “Hm, I suppose I’m not short anymore,” he said. Grinning, he flicked some water at his little brother. “Unlike you, Pip.”
“Caleb!”
“Oh, it’s only a splash, you won’t drown.”
Philip threw a bunched up shirt at him. Caleb ducked, laughing, and swore when the shirt landed right in the river. Well, he probably should have thought of that. He stuck his tongue out at Pip as he retrieved it, flicked his hair out of his eyes and got back to work.
This time, the silence was broken by a new voice; a girl.
“Careful!” she called. “There’s a witch nearby!”
Caleb looked up to see little Abigail Johnson running towards them. She was Philip’s age, a petite girl with blazing red hair.
Philip immediately looked alarmed, scooting closer to Caleb.
“Ah, there can’t be,” Caleb said, trying to reassure Pip and, admittedly, Abigail too; she looked so anxious. (And maybe trying to reassure himself too, but they didn’t need to know that.) “There’s been no sightings lately.”
“Yes there have!” Abigail insisted. “It was a witch that took the Potter baby and killed their goats! It was a witch who killed Martha Potter and took Joseph Potter’s leg!”
Pip looked anxiously across the river at the woods, biting his lip. Caleb hesitated, the wet shirt still in his grip.
“Abigail-”
“And I saw her!” Abigail suddenly announced, stomping her little foot. “A witch in a red cloak, running into the woods! It’s all ‘cause of a witch, I know it!”
“How can you tell she’s a witch?” Philip asked, eyes narrowing.
“Witches wear cloaks,” Abigail said, like it should have been obvious.
“Witches don’t wear anything,” Philip huffed, crossing his arms.
“Philip!” Caleb hissed, cheeks flaming. It was hardly an appropriate topic to discuss in front of a little girl. But, still...What if Abigail was right? There’d been rumours of witchcraft surrounding the tragedies: first Goodman Potter had to get his leg amputated, then his poor old mother dropped dead in the street on the way home from church. Then the goats all died. And now the latest tragedy, the missing baby.
There’d been no accusations, no sightings. Only worried, frightened whispers.
But if Abigail saw something...
“You’re sure about this, Abigail?” Caleb asked, setting the laundry aside to grasp her shoulders. He held her gaze, hoping he could impart just how serious this was. “You need to be absolutely certain about this.”
“I know what I saw,” Abigail insisted and he could see genuine fear in her eyes. “She was all in red and she vanished.”
Swallowing, Caleb looked between Abigail and Pip. Both children looked terrified now, looking at him as if they expected him to fix it.
Well, if there was a witch about, there was only one way to fix that.
“Pip, help me clean up,” Caleb said. “You too, Abigail. Then we need to speak to the minsters and your parents.”
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In a show filled with witches and demons, my favorites turned out to be the sad humans who only wanted to find some semblance of home. :,)
The Requiem cafe had a voice actor panel the other day and through some divine intervention (my classmate) I got a ticket.
I knew Dana was gonna be there and I wanted to draw something special to show my thanks in case I got to meet her. I thought about what I loved most about the show and it came down to these dudes :,)
I didn’t have a lot of time to finish this bc of school and unfortunately, I have the motor skills of a used tissue so I was not able to get it finished and printed on time <3333
But low and behold I did end up meeting them and getting my art signed, just not the one I planned lol <333
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