#heket my beloved

[midluuna]

HELP SHE'S COOL

I LOVE YOUR HEKET KANRNBABANWRNSBDBSVVSS!!!!

Embarrassed by the attention🤲

[jellyjamheadobb]

Is it a good or bad thing that when I saw this my immediate thought was. Heket.

[whysoblue2]

I feel like when Helianthine hatced Heket just bursted open the door like "Where's the kid"

How did she know? Big sister hunc

Regina blinked as she watched Heket suddenly freeze. The frog was holding the pan in her hand and was in the middle of cooking beetroot when she stopped abruptly, all four eyes wide and unblinking staring into the distance. "Heket?" the ferret called out tentatively. No reply. "Heket? Are you alright, sweetie?" the furred hand reached for the pan, gently taking it away from the frog's grip. That's when Heket finally turned to face her. "The... Baby...!" "The baby, what baby?" "THE... BABY!" Heket leapt away, leaving the kitchen in the middle of the lunchtime rush. They would complain later, but her hunch was too strong, the feeling in her stomach too powerful to ignore! She ran through the whole cult, like a woman possessed, and reached Leshy and Tharen's house banging loudly at the door! When Tharen opened up, he blinked in surprise as he saw the ex-bishop of famine with short breath, panting. "Where... the... baby?"

A loud screech came from inside. A shrilling little voice crying out among the distinct cracking of an egg. ------

Thank you for the ask, it was so fun and incredibly fitting of Heket's character. BY THE WAY I just learnt I'm going to become an auntie soon, so yeah I relate so much to Heket right now! § This is going to be me in a few months, just watch! 🤣 COOL AUNTIES UNITE!

[spiderin-space]

(Noticed a few people mentioning seeing the graphic novel in stores or receiving their Kickstarter rewards early so I finally decided to drag this out of my draftsdkskd)

WROW I can finally post this!! (I’ve been waiting for the official drop for two months to share thisdkskd)

another panel redraw!! Of course I had to do the page of the one(1) time my fave shows up so far (excepting the prologue😩)

Reference panel below the cut + bonuses without any words :>

[joffyworld]

ELIZA DREW THE PHROG

Day 19 - Show the real form

Day 18

MY QUEEN 👑

[buggybuggs]

She of Hunger (for noodles)

[b0nelessdoodles]

buncha heket doodles cause i love the frog i love her so much beloved big frog

[a-peachie]

Just an au thing uhh

I uhh its not i just cant stop thinking about it

Some doodles/ideas/outdated designs of the au under the cut

[megsiepoo]

This is my with all the bishops

Heket my beloved

[lonesomenecromancer]

okay i am posting a worm (and an ant)

leshy leshy leshy leshy leshy leshy

[supercasey]

Some newly crowned bishops. Not quite godly yet, it seems!

[bloos-bloo]

Opinions on Kallamar?

I adore them! >:D he’s one of my favorite bishops to draw- I like giving him extra details that literally make no sense- LIKE HIS HAIR AAAAA I LOVE ITTTT

I think they’re so cool though- like I hated him at first cause I sucked during their boss fight- but now I literally need to restrain myself from doodling just him- I MEAN COME ONNNNNN- HES SO SQUISHHYYYY

[justawrites]

Scribbled this over the last couple days, but Nari's road to self-discovery after his and his siblings' fall from grace. I may color it in the future but for now I am. tired.

Also shamelessly using my OCs from God in a Godless Land even though this isn't related to it at all

[cultofdarkwood]

behind the scenes of abstraction of the soul, we've hit 160k and heket is still not fucking dead

[esa-marie]

my brain is a machine that turns cool idea time into sickness time

[i-eat-deodorant]

PAVIIIII TELL ME ABOUT THE STABBY STABBY ONE

[WIP ASKS]

“You’re new,” says the guard at the wooden gates–a dark salamander clad in bronze ceremonial armor. “Come to try your luck in the Colosseum?” 

You nod, the hilt of your machete gripped in your hand. Her companion, a surly bison with a spear, snorts up a plume of dust. “Tadpole won’t make it past the first heat.” 

“Nonsense. Besides, Lady Famine is always eager to see new blood. You came at the right time; this summer’s drought has been hitting these lands hard. Lots of contenders flocking to Anura to have a last hurrah at the jackpots. It’s always entertaining, the lengths those ones go when they’re desperate.” She smiles, serrated teeth glinting beneath the shadow of her warhelm. “They’re hungry. We all are. But the audience? They’re ravenous.” 

There’s a shrill whistling cry on the other side of the gate, quickly drowned out by the roar of the crowd. Immediately Bison is at attention, pressing back against the door, white-knuckled. “That poor chap bit it. Was it one of the ones you bid on, by any chance?” 

“Nope,” Salamander says. A trumpet call echoes into the clear blue skies. “And that’s the signal to send in another gladiator. Well, tadpole–last a little longer than the previous guy, will ya?” 

And with a grunt, a shove, and a groaning creak of hinges, the double gates open, and you’re ushered in. 

The first thing that hits you is how massive it all is: an architectural wonder carved out of the remnants of a meteor strike, all sun-baked clay and hewn stone; it spirals downwards like an open maw, emptying deep into the bowels of the gladiatorial arena. Onlookers teem its upper rings–more people than you’ve ever thought existed, much less crowded into a single stadium. From your place at the bottom, they all look like termites, small and insignificant. 

On the raised dias across from you is a throne, studded with the menticide mushrooms native to Anura. It’s relatively plain, but what grandeur it misses in extravagance it makes up for in sheer size; towering over the onlooker seats, the throne is almost a hundred times wider than you are tall. You can fit an entire cabin on the seat alone. 

Heket’s throne, empty.

-

Applause from the crowd surges up like a vital wave. It tides over the drumming of your still-beating heart, the thud of the burp hopper as its corpse twitches its last death throes. In a matter of hours, its bile will eat its way out of its venom sacs, corroding flesh and cartilage until there’s nothing left but bleached white bones. 

The ground moves like a hungering beast, swallowing the corpses until there’s no evidence that either the burp hopper or the previous challenger existed. Anuran dirt is always red. A perfect color, you think, to hide a body.

A coin falls from the upper stands, clinking gently as it hits the ground. Another follows, then another, then another, until the sand twinkles with the sunshower of gold. 

You stoop to grab them. The insignia–a five-pointed star, each point corresponding to a bishop–glints cheerfully as you hold them up to the midday sun. These are the common currency of all lands conquered by the Old Faith, accepted by almost every town and wandering trader. You can use these to buy you a tavern to sleep in for the night, a better sword, or even a respectable suit of armor. Earn more, and you can send your wealth home to share with your family. 

-

The cornucopia. Not an official term by any means, but name passed around well-worn rumors and regaled in hopeful legends of victors (never the losers). The more you win, the more people will bet on you. The more people who bet on you, the more money exchanges hands. And that money trickles down to you. Those who fight well enough, skilled enough, hard enough–they’ll be granted the attention of Lady Famine herself. Cornucopia. Fame beyond borders, wealth to fill a treasury, connections with the highest echelons of the Old Faith. The blessing of a god is not one to be taken lightly. 

If you win…well. You’ll ask her to send all of that back to your family. 

The recent drought is hitting hard for them. The rivers have all dried up along with this year’s crop, cutting off both their means of transport to the market and any hope of harvest for the winter. The youth were fleeing the town in droves, but your parents and younger siblings were too weak to brave the trek of wilderness to the nearest towns. They sent you, with armor and their last rations and their final hopes, to gamble on the waiting jaws of death. 

That night, you dream of red soil, thirsting for blood.

that one was a heket/reader one-shot that took place pre-TOWW imprisonment, when the Old Faith was at the height of its power. heket would host gladiatorial contests in the capital of anura, a glorified fight pit where followers would fight to the death for her entertainment. because of the high death rate, the only ones that participated where stupid...or desperate.

i wrote it in response to an anon ask requestiong heket/reader, but ultimately scrapped it because i just ran into a brick wall where i had no clue where to go next and how to get there. xreader stuff isn't really my thing? and the worldbuilding steam i had at the start kinda fell through.

but yeah. anuran fight pit is a hell of a drug ig