#tiny Evelyn

[snicker-dooodless]

MADE A LIL DOODLE OF OUR FIRST VOICE CALL!!!

ur supposed to draw ur side :)

oso sry of adding to ur pile of things to draw😏😈

TEEHEE

it was fun drawing my new sona! Also don’t worry about the whole pile of things to draw thing! Helped me take a break from more stressful projects. ALSO I felt like I went on a bunch of rambles during the vc so sorry about that!! BUT THIS WAS FUN! thanks for helping me take a break from my stressful projects!

[tinyevelyn]

my genderfluid ass every once in a while

[reboiart]

shout out to them

[gianttol]

gt july - dream & caught evelyn (tol) and max (smol) first meeting pt 1 [rambles below] [click for better quality]

after a couple months of evelyn pretending to not notice max, drawing inspiration from her little friend for her design school, and growing fond of her

max is also growing close with evelyn and has seen how hard she's working on her projects, offering some kind words after she sees her tall friend having a stressful dream

evelyn wakes to these kind words and makes a sleepy decision to finally reveal herself to her borrower friend...

[celestial--sapphic]

hands 🥺

[enchantedchocolatebars]

When Witchy Wives Meet Headcanons 💜 ✨️ 🦋 🗝 💕 💟

Summary: Evelyn comes into contact with Clara when the portal door unfolds, and she finds herself in an alternate Boiling Isles. Once the two formally meet, they proceed to hang out in the Isles that Evelyn is from.

Ao3 version

"Clara" is my wittewife.

Commission art here.

Enjoy!

• Chibi Clara was in the midst of decorating the perfect blood orange pound cake with bright pink-orange blood frosting while Chibi Syrup, her blue jay palisman, sat on her shoulder, watching the process with keen eyes.

Suddenly, a flash of dazzling lavender light trailing with white flowers and sparkles, along with pink flowers and butterflies, emerges and expands in the kitchen as Clara quickly shields her eyes.

• Slowly lowering her arm, she sees a brown doorway begin to unfold itself.

She emits a small gasp when she witnesses another chibi witch heartily hop out of it.

• This witch had voluminous brown hair and a yellow cardinal with thick brows sitting on her shoulder.

She smiled affably at Clara and proceeded to wave a hand at her, accompanied by a faint, brassy sound effect.

• Clara lets out her second gasp and waves back with excitement shining in her eyes.

• Neither witch knew the other, but they both felt connected in some way.

• Once they introduce themselves through speech bubbles while talking, with their names appearing in the bubbles, Evelyn and Clara form a fast and tight friendship. Evelyn enters the portal and gestures to Clara to follow her inside.

As she runs through the open doorway, Clara happily follows behind her while the portal disappears into thin air.

• Clara gasped upon exiting the portal as she witnessed the surreal splendor of Evelyn's Isles, which was significantly different from the Isles she was from.

As her light green eyes continue to roam in wonder at the sights, a fairy gently flutters by as Clara smiles and greets the winged woman with a wave.

However, the fairy suddenly enlarges her mouth, revealing a set of sharp teeth as she smiles with a toothy grin.

Opening her enormous jaw, the fairy attempted to chomp down on Clara's finger and rip it off her hand, but luckily, the witch was quick enough to pull it away. Clara now had a look of panic on her face.

As she retreats behind Evelyn's back, she witnesses the fairy flitting over to the second witch, only for Evelyn to easily pick her up with a pincer grasp and toss her into her mouth, chewing her.

After swallowing the fairy, Evelyn shifts her gaze to her frightened friend, a question mark appearing above her head due to Clara's reaction.

Clara, who is still scared, explains to Evelyn in a speech bubble that the fairies in her Isles were much more hospitable.

• A montage commences with Evelyn participating in her favorite activities with Clara and taking her to all of her favorite spots in town.

• Following the montage's conclusion, Evelyn brings Clara to her parents' home and introduces her to her mother and father.

Clara gives Evelyn's parents a small smile as she waves at them, and they respond with the same expression and wave back.

The front door begins to open as Caleb steps inside and greets everyone with a smile and small wave.

Evelyn and Evelyn's parents smile and greet him back.

After thoroughly inspecting the blonde's appearance, Clara's eyes begin to form hearts as she holds her cheeks and rushes toward Caleb.

Once he's wrapped in a surprise embrace, Caleb receives a smooch to his rounded cheek from the new witch as red blush quickly rushes to his entire face.

Suddenly, it seems as though someone had switched off the lights as a tall shadow soon throws itself over the two.

As they both look up, their eyes bug out when they find Evelyn, who looks as if she's ready to blow her top with flames engulfed in her eyes and around her as a small gag, towering them.

Sweat drops appear and stand on Clara and Caleb's foreheads as Clara scratches the back of her head nervously and gives a gentle apology.

The gag ends when Evelyn's anger and flames subside.

She then proceeds to give Clara an empathetic smile as she nods, indicating that she has forgiven her.

Clara sighed with relief and smiled at her.

• Once the portal doorway unfolds inside Clara's home, it opens, and Clara steps out of it. Evelyn pops her head through the entryway and throws a suitcase and key in Clara's direction, which she catches.

She informs her friend via speech bubble that she can come visit her whenever she wishes before waving goodbye and going back through the portal, which folds up and promptly disappears.

While sitting on Clara's shoulder, Syrup gave a small chirp, and Clara responded with a bright smile and a thrilled squeal.

She started to formulate plans in her mind to pick up her friend through her new portal.

Sharing the wonders of her world with her was something she was eager to do, just as she did with her.

[fandomhopper23]

Its 3:59 am, and I just finished reading 'The seven husbands of Evelyn Hugo"

Im honestly not sure if it's my all nighter or the depth and the absolutely amazing way this was written that had me at the verge of googling up Evelyn Hugo to read up about her

[mjtheartist04]

he wants water...

(little doodle of ur son)

OMW TO GRAB THE PITCHER BABY, MAMA WILL BE RIGHT BACK‼️

[tedlebred]

messy sketchbook wittebanes ✨

[awkwardgtace]

Simple Night

Day 25 Pajamas! Today is the first piece showing off two OCs I've been working on Evelyn and Conny. They have a very different story of their original universe than this one

Evelyn is waiting for Conny to get home in their bed... a coffin

TW: Mentions of blood and death (vampire story)

Simple Night

Evelyn sighed. She was tired, it had been a long boring night. She wanted to go to bed. It wasn’t dawn yet so she still had a while of waiting. A part of her hated the aesthetic preference of her girlfriend wanting to sleep in a padded coffin. She couldn’t deny it was comfy, but without her girlfriend it was just weird. Weird, too big, and lonely.

A slam from somewhere in the house gave her hope. Maybe it wouldn’t take until dawn for her to get some sleep. It would mean she woke up with the sun still out though. At least it was nice to be wrapped in large arms the whole time. Happily watching the sleeping face of someone she loves. Even if that sleep was a little worrying sometimes.

“Ev?” Conny called. Evelyn looked up, smiling at the spot her girlfriend should appear. The smile died as soon as she saw the blood left on Conny’s lips and mud on her face. “You didn’t have to wait up.”

“Can’t sleep in here alone. Go get cleaned up before coming to bed,” Evelyn smiled. Conny gave her a look, shifting her size to tower over her. A hand as big as Evelyn’s head cupped her cheek.

“Tonight was rough. More humans staying in the lit areas. The ones I lured I had to chase. I’m worn out and just want to hold my warm love, you’ll really make me wait for that?”

Evelyn pouted, Conny had way too many ways to convince her to give in. That didn’t mean she was going to happily curl up with someone covered in mud. She pushed herself up, the hand cupping her face tensed, but followed her. Evelyn glared up at the vampire she loved. They were not dealing with a muddy coffin, especially when it would be Evelyn who had to clean it up.

“Get changed now,” she crossed her arms and glared at Conny’s blue eyes. The towering vampire merely smirked.

“Are you going to make me?” Conny purred.

“I just won’t be in this coffin with you until you clean it.”

“You know how hard it is for me to do that and get the blood I need, can’t you forgive me, this once?” Conny’s hand slid down to hold Evelyn’s waist. Her other hand joined on the opposite side, completely encompassing Evelyn’s torso.

“No way, I’m not dealing with a you sized mess again.”

“But Ev… I just want to hold you until dawn comes.”

Conny’s face came close, her lips kissing Evelyn’s neck. It made the small human shiver. The vampire knew how to get her way, but that didn’t mean she always won. Evelyn had gotten herself new pajamas tonight. A set she was excited to wear around Conny. The vampire’s eyes glowed as she finally looked up and down at Ev’s body.

“I’m not getting my new pajamas ruined either. I bought them specifically for sleeping in the coffin and I’m not letting these get ruined like the last set,” Evelyn whined.

Conny growled at her. It didn’t make Evelyn back down. The two shared a look for a long time. Equal levels of stubbornness. Evelyn couldn’t imagine her life without her vampire now. Even if she was just prey the first time. The image of Conny’s massive form hunting her down still made her shudder in fear.

The shudder didn’t go unnoticed, the vampire at least twice her size started to back down. Conny looked worried, her hands slowly trailing up Evelyn’s body. Until she stopped on her shoulders. The face towering above her slowly shifted down to meet her eyes. No longer towering over her, face to face at the same height.

“Ev…” she whispered. Evelyn leaned forward, kissing the lips still stained with innocent blood. Blood needed to keep her going. Blood that was once almost hers.

“Get changed or I’m sleeping in the bed tonight,” Evelyn whispered after the kiss. Conny chuckled before pressing her forehead against Evelyn’s.

“What if I get small enough you can hold me instead?” The whisper made her shiver. “Maybe even if I change… I’ll get small for you…”

“You know I don’t mind if you’re big… I know you like it better most of the time.”

Conny didn’t say anything, pressing her head against Evelyn’s neck. It was hard to believe that this was a predator. Someone who had every intention to drain her blood. To leave her dead in a field where someone would find her eventually… maybe. Evelyn leaned her head against Conny. Pushing the warmth of her heart into the motion.

“I worry… after everything still,” Conny whispered. 

“It’s hard to be scared of a softy like you,” Evelyn muttered. The vampire started to grow, arms wrapping around her. Careful to keep the muddy clothes away. Still holding her close, the cold body caused a warmth she couldn’t explain. The same warmth that stopped her death back then.

“I wouldn’t say I’m soft. Being soft would mean I didn’t get covered in mud chasing down someone again.”

“They were awful weren’t they? One of the ones you promised to try and pick out?”

“You know I wouldn’t come here a mess if they weren’t. You were the last one I chased who wasn’t bad. I wouldn’t break my promise to you.”

“Then you should get changed so we can sleep. It’s getting close to dawn.”

“I just want to hold you… please.” Conny’s voice was weak. Evelyn knew she was worried there was hidden fear again.

“Get smaller if you won’t change. I’m not cleaning the mud.”

A whine followed that. Conny pulled her head away, looking down with a sad look. Evelyn sighed, but held out her cupped hands in front of her. A smile that showed off the pristine white fangs made her shiver in a good way. Massive hands were moved to hold her own small ones. The two that were large enough to hold her entire head alone. Slowly shrinking until they started to match her. They continued to get smaller.

Soon enough the vampire was small enough to sit on her hands. Roughly the size of a porcelain doll. Conny continued to shrink though. Reaching the size of a barbie, but not quite stopping. She didn’t stop until she was only a few inches tall. Evelyn brought her close and sat back down in the coffin.

Conny looked so strange when she was this small. It was how they even started talking. The vampire touched her, but just shrunk. The warmth of Evelyn’s skin stunned her that night. It was always a bit funny to hear that she started at this height.

“You always look so cute like this,” Evelyn murmured. She loved the way Conny shivered with her voice. It was sometimes unbelievable to realize the vampire who could pick her up with one hand could also sit just shorter than her fingers. “Maybe you should hunt like this, no one would have the heart to stop you.”

“I started like that. They treated me like a mosquito,” Conny pouted. The pout was even cuter on her tiny face.

Evelyn shifted to lie on her back. It wouldn’t be hard to get one small stain of mud off her new pajamas. Conny snuggled against her chest. Not long after nipping at her fingers.

“Are you still hungry?” Evelyn laughed.

“No, your blood is just sweeter than any I find,” Conny said. The now tiny vampire looked up at her with a warm look.

“You could drink from me all you want if you’d turn me even a little.”

“You’d stop aging, stop seeing the sun. Not yet… not until I don’t have a choice. Then you can tell me if my blood is sweet too.”

“If you say so.” Evelyn pressed Conny into her chest with as much of her strength as she could. The tiny vampire wouldn’t be hurt by her, she knew that. “I wouldn’t mind.”

“If I miss it and I never saw it often in the first place, I won’t take it from you.” Conny pulled her fangs from Evelyn’s skin. A quick lick to the wound to close the bite. “Sleep well, I’ll help get the mud out tomorrow night.”

“Thank you… I love you. Even if you almost killed me when we met.”

“I’m glad you didn’t kill me after… I love you too.”

[waywardsunlight]

are they gonna save Caleb?

There are a few rare universes where Caleb and Evelyn get to be happy, and this unfortunately is not one of them.

[snicker-dooodless]

how would you explain and describe Sammy and Jax' relationship??? imo any ship that involves Jax will be petty toxic on some level unless its an au or his personality is changed which I think wouldn't be as fun imo but u do whatever u want

my tadc oc x Jax will be a toxic ship, will is get healthy??? I'm not sure and I don't think so, unless Jax gets some kind of redemption arc, then maybe their relationship would get healthier but if not, it will stay toxic

from ur besties Evelyn who thinks ur the best person in the entire world, so friendly, so goofy, so ash ketchupy

OH! Okay so fun fact, the reason why I’m taking so long to respond to your other Sammy x jax ask is because I’m actually redesigning my sona! (They’re gonna be a ��lava lamp✨I don’t know what to name them😔) but anyway!

I would describe it as enemies to lovers but they’re still enemies and hate each others guts but if anything happened to the other person they would go on a murdering rampage or something 🤭

I think how they would first get along is because they’re the two pranksters of the circus. Jax obviously in the way to make himself laugh, not caring about others getting hurt, while my sona would do pranks and jokes on herself to try to get others to laugh, try to distract everyone (and themself) that they’re trapped in a digital hell hole. But overall they both like jokes so that’s how they would first bond before they realize how lame the other is.

I like to think that if my sona was in ep two he would yell and be frustrated at Jax for literally using Pomni as a bridge and trying to shoot the truck she was on, but despite that he would join Jax in trying to convince a.k.a. manipulate (gaslight, gatekeep, and girlboss am I right fellas?) the fudge into helping them out of the canyon. (Fun fact! My sona doesn’t really care for NPCs, she knows they’re just Ai, if anything she’s more protective and caring to the real life people. Sorry gummigoo😔) so yeah they get along sometimes but mostly argue.

But my sona is the only one Jax somewhat tolerates so whenever there’s adventures with partners or groups he always picks her to join him. And eventually they would grow feelings while still hating each other. But yeah! I think I rambled on for long enough lol! Thanks for the question!

[tinyevelyn]

i had some time sooooooooo

I MADE LITTLE DOODLES OF SOME MY MOOTS (and me)💖💖💖

hehehehhehehehehehehe now i can actually hold yall in my hands and headpat yall and give yall little kisses💖💖💖💖

sooo these are actually just doodles I made on paper, coloured them and cut them out so they're not stickers but it would be really cool if they were😭😭😭

@mjtheartist04 @hypocriticaltypwriter @arrtsy-ash

dont mind them goofy ass poses and colouring, I'm no good at traditional art

HOPE YOU LIKE THEM THO💖💖

[snicker-dooodless]

okay I don’t dye my hair but scarily accurate

let me assign you a gender

[gianttol]

max is not good at hiding recently (lore below the cut)

evelyn and max have lived together 3 months now

first month was max actually being sneaky and trying her best

second month was evelyn realizing she lives with a tiny person but still pretends she doesnt notice max. at this point she gets inspiration from max and designs a line of borrower themed clothes (which gives her a reason to create the small versions for max)

third month is evelyn spoiling max without her knowing it, leaving treats and clothes out all the time, leaving shows on for max while shes at class

max is becoming so spoiled that shes falling asleep out in the open and evelyn is concerned LOL

now im thinking of what their official first meet will be like >:3 fear/cute/accident/confession.. who knows??????

[celestial--sapphic]

5th January, 1892

"I think that would be cheating, Pops. If I am honest.” Evelyn has to admit, giving a sideways look to her girlfriend who is half-stooping next to her in front of Professor Ronen's elaborate collection of butterflies. 

The Hufflepuff's gaze is focused specifically on one of the winged insects in the tallest glass chamber which sports a mix of vivid colours; rusted red hues on the main part of its delicate, paperthin wings, with black, soft daffodil yellow and an iridescent blue tingeing the edges with spots like blurred ink on wet parchment. Evelyn was never quite sure if the butterflies in question were still alive and enchanted to live inside the glass chambers indefinitely or if they are taxidermy charmed to flutter their wings at regular intervals through some exceptional reanimation spell. The Slytherin is equally never sure which version she prefers. 

"Cheating?" Poppy asks curiously, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear and tilting her head up slightly to look up at Evelyn from underneath those thick, long lashes that Evelyn never fails to find impossibly attractive. 

"Yes, well doesn't the book expect you to find them out and about in the real world?" Evelyn replies, gesturing absently in the direction of the butterflies and beyond.  

The book, in question, is a one of a set of three spotter guides she bought from Tomes and Scrolls for Poppy as a Christmas present; The Observer’s Guide to British Butterflies, The Observer’s Guide to British Flowers and Observer’s Guide to British Birds. The Hufflepuff absolutely loved them (nearly knocking Evelyn’s glass of mulled cider out of her hand when she pulled her into a hug after unwrapping them) and immediately got to work excitedly filling them in. It was less than three weeks since Christmas and she had already cheerfully ticked off a number of native Scottish birds and hardy flora that can survive the weather, like snowdrops and hellebores. However, given the unforgiving, biting winter weather in the Highlands Poppy had made limited (see: non-existent) progress on the butterflies edition, to her disappointment.   

Poppy hums. “I suppose you are right, it wouldn’t be completely honest. Truly, I would prefer to see the peacock butterfly in real life anyway. They must look so beautiful when they fly freely, imagine the colours…” She trails off, her gaze drifting back to the glass chambers and the regular beating of coloured wings. 

“I would hazard there are a fair few people who get frustrated with the rare ones and just end up going to the Natural History Museum to tick them off,” Evelyn muses, stepping closer into Poppy’s bubble of space, to look closer herself at the butterfly which had Poppy so enraptured. 

"The what?" 

“Natural History Museum.” Evelyn repeats, assuming Poppy hadn’t heard her. 

“The what, sorry?” Poppy asks again.  

“The Natural History Museum, in Kensington, in London?” 

Poppy turns her attention back to the taller girl and gives Evelyn a completely blank look and a small shake of her head.

“Is that… muggle?” The Hufflepuff asks curiously. Poppy having grown up completely in the wizarding world and Evelyn in the muggle world they had found plenty of things in the course of their relationship that one or the other didn’t know about. Poppy telling Evelyn she had never used the London Underground being one example that always springs to mind.    

“You've... you've never been to the Natural History Museum?" Evelyn couldn’t believe it. How had Poppy Sweeting not been to the Natural History Museum? Regardless if it was a muggle institution, she would have bet a Galleon the Hufflepuff's gran would have taken the her at some point, given their joint love of the natural world, magical and otherwise. 

Evelyn knew, at that moment, exactly what they were doing for Poppy’s 17th birthday next month.