#plum heket

[creeperchild]

just wanted to say the way you draw heket is so adorable.

p-plum Heket...

[writeblrfantasy]

descriptions of the acogs crew

in a bout of inspiration and procrastination last night, i wrote descriptions of the five acogs characters in a style that speaks to my heart. these were SO fun to write omg

nikolai:

Skin pale like desert sand, hair black as the night, eyes blue as the Pelia, flowing robes that melt into the shadows with only hints of Urkonic plum to bring them out. Nikolai has been the subject of many paintings, many more poems, even more various works of art.

He has risen from nothing, as they all do, to luxury and power, bringing with him an unconscious air of the inexplicable magic that stems from the Staarenclock. From the cerulean diadem that drips from his hair while he sprawls on his throne, to the shining black paint on his fingernails, to the jewelry that rests on his neck, he attracts, he seduces, disappoints.

He’s never tried, and until he was queen, he never noticed. When he did, it became a tool to sate his momentary desires, a temporary fix for his long term ache, a way of fooling people. No one believes a pretty queen is capable of anything.

Good.

saige:

Make no mistake: Saige Heket is a king from head to toe, from morning to night, from dreams to waking hours to the nightmares of her enemies. Bushy brown hair is a statement, brown skin is covered in scars that prove her battle prowess, brown eyes can harden with hate as quickly as they can soften with love.

Impeccably pressed and cleaned trousers and jackets show dignity, a polished sword and a clean scabbard going into battle show diligence. She is no ratty, uncoordinated soldier. After winning in a ring against eight other children, she started a war with purpose, with a fire burning in her heart, and she has never backed down from a fight.

Crossbow comes easily to her as sword, which comes easily as breathing, which comes easily as checking over her shoulder. Saige Heket is a fierce, endless fire of emotion—rage or compassion or resentment, she stokes the hearth of her heart with her sword.

asma:

Asma al-Baz brings gold to mind. The golden pin on her green headscarf is her crown, golden brown skin remains unbroken, carefully protected and hidden under silk sleeves. Light brown eyes contain flecks of gold, reflect the gold she craves.

She does not need height or tall shoes to make up for it when she can freeze a man in his tracks with just a look, do whatever she likes with him at a word. The only one she serves is her god, but she has promised she’ll serve her people with the gold they give her. She’ll build them new cities and archways and monuments mimicking the ones from golden centuries before, she says, she’ll use flecks of gold in the paintings she plans to hang in the buildings.

Asma is a statue herself, made of gold, unreal, above humanity and her people. But gold is soft, no matter how cold, and eventually it will melt.

kayani:

The king of Tel Cairis hides themself in many ways, but opens small windows for those willing to squint. A metal on their green jacket one day, a ribbon the next, showing their accomplishments and earnings. Not to brag, not to establish their right to be king, just for self-assurance. A well needed boost.

They don’t care about fixing their dark hair, forever in a state of disarray, usually a sign of a sleepless night’s work. Clothes in Cairic tan and green and brown are worn for practicality, not style. Eight months of the year, when Kayani is away gathering resources for their people to survive, each jacket and pair of trousers is the same.

Their boots are forever coated with desert dust. Light brown skin scars badly on the inevitable slips or training cuts, but warm eyes like the coffee they love offer kindness to anyone seeking it.

katya:

Katya Rodi Vassil has always been taught not to command a room, so she did the opposite. When she walks into the sunken in gambling dens of dim light and darker characters, flowing orange hair like a river of fire, eyes cold and sharp like dying grass, and wire spectacles that could cut can do nothing but command a room.

No smile crosses her face when she sits down at the card tables, white folds strung over her shoulder and settling around her like the aftermath of a great storm. Plain, trimmed nails on fingers harsh and white pick up purple cards, her weapon of choice.

The eldest daughter of Actium doesn’t need to open her mouth to draw every eye, to receive breathless anticipation as she lays down card after card. A glimpse of a pale heel locked into a tan sandal strap is all you will see when she leaves to collect her payment, dragging the bright spotlight of the world with her.

Not yet a queen, a king, only a princess, but already bigger than all of them.

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[creeperchild]

Yooo the five siblings My best friends helped me with the names @devilbinx and @steampunkserpent <3 <3 <3

[creeperchild]

Hahaha! Plum Heket.

How Gaia will interact to Heket in this form? XD

I added Lint because i thought it was fair lol.

[creeperchild]

How did freddy react to plum Heket?

@thechickenkitty

She is still scary with that height! But at least she can hug him better.