HE WITHOUT A MASTER

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Art challenge Friday again! Today’s challenge was to draw characters or a scene from a book you like :D I picked Bartimaeus (In his favorite form of Ptolemy) and Nathaniel (how I think he looked in the second book) Was fun to do, Bartimaeus if my favorite sassy character~

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me, finding the alt codes for all the superscript numbers?¹

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the bartimaeus trilogy tag is still active ( like , new posts once a week ? ) and honestly i’m so emotional yall need to stop

[kippersnacks]

“I won’t be there to see it – but who knows, perhaps you will.” His passion won me over. I nodded. “Let’s hope you’re right.” He didn’t answer, only snapped his fingers and spoke the Dismissal. The last thing I saw as I departed was his face gazing after me, confident, serene.

Ptolemy’s Gate, Jonathan Stroud Ptolemy aesthetic requested by @anniegamgee

[ryves]

i straight up almost just bought a cookbook for no other reason than the fact that it has recipes inspired by the bartimaeus sequence

[softhug]

[equalistmako]

this just in.. The New Meme On The Block is unnecessary footnotes and anyone who doesn’t like this idea can kiss this¹

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¹ my ass

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SEDUCTION STYLE. repost don’t reblog!

In honor of V-Day! ( LINK. )

THE CHARISMATIC

You’re beyond seductive, you’re downright magnetic! You life live and approach seduction on a grand scale. You have an inner self confidence and energy that most people lack It’s these talents that make you seem extraordinary - and you truly are!

TAGGED BY :  @lungfuls [not really] TAGGING :  @magnvs , @scartissueex , idk who else but everyone

[prokopetz]

Little-known downsides of immortality:

Tearing your favourite article of clothing and discovering that it’s irreplaceable because the technique of its manufacture has been lost

Realising you’ve thought of the perfect comeback to someone who’s been dead for three hundred years

Not being able to eat your favourite dish anymore because the source of some critical ingredient has gone extinct

Having strong opinions about sports that are no longer played

Getting a song from the 13th Century stuck in your head and being unable to get it out because you don’t remember how it ends and you’re the only person on Earth who knows it

Having that perfect pun you’ve been waiting forever for a chance to use stop working due to linguistic drift

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lungfuls:

it’s too late  ;v ;

take it back

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i regret asking @lungfuls to make me a starter. take it back. i don’t want it.

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lungfuls:

*  @bartemaeus·  ——  starter  .

          the pain is fleeting.  he barely feels the slice of the knife,  only the hot,  slick pour of blood and the distinct dizziness as he pitches forward,  gasping,  choking on metallic tang.  the shift is so abrupt that the first sound he makes is an audible intake,  the breath pooling uncomfortably deep against the bottom of his stomach.  he stumbles,  takes a look around.  the architecture is distinctly different.  gone are the dry, sandy reds of egyptian - greek facience.  the floor is hard and polished under his sandal - clad feet,  bulbs above shine white,  bulbuous light,  leaving spots against his eyes akin the power of ra.

               he is still shaking,  fingering gingerly against the line of his throat,  memories of his death still a clear pool in his memory.  he still feels light - headed.  takes a weighted seat against a wall and sinks to the ground.  he’ll move when he’s able to breathe.

     it takes time for emotions to settle,  when he steps forth to inquire at a reception of some sort,  urgency and determination found.  there is a half formed plan to ask of his current location,  maybe directions to the nearest exit  (  this place is huge.  )  he spies candles,  chalk,  a standard pentacle diagram.  he finds his tongue wrapping around alien language,  “  excuse me,  i need access to summoning equipment ?  ”

                         the supposed  ‘ order ’  comes in the form of a tentative lilt that has an unimpressed eyebrow raised at him in response.  “  you new here ?  ”  is the returned quip,  but a set of them are passed into his hands as if nothing special.  his fingers tremble,  part anticipation,  part fear.  what would he do if he was  …  ?  it had to have worked.  he draws,  nerves slowing his progress but surely,  muscle memory does most of it for him.  he attempts the summoning.

        WILL HE EVER BE LEFT ALONE?   he’s been released by nathaniel,  and almost before he has a chance to let his essence properly dissever,  he’s rudely yanked back into the human world.   it’s probably been some time,  bartimaeus knows,  but that doesn’t make it feel like any longer.   things are different in the other place,  after all,  and he can’t quite be sure how long it’s truly been. 1

        the djinni prepares himself for a new introduction  ---  at least,  for what he hopes is a new introduction.   if it’s nathaniel again,  he’s in for a spot of trouble,  if not more. 2   the only bright side to all of this is that he’s been planning his next arrival since the last time he got pulled here,  so it only takes a few seconds for his essence to collect itself into a shape.

        golden stare cuts beams of light through dark clouds,  a voice like thunder emanating from the centre of the pentacle.    “ WHO SUMMONS ME? 3 ”    it takes until he finishes speaking to recognise who’s before him,  and the illumination dims.

        he forgets himself then,  slipping into ptolemy’s form on what might be something akin to instinct before quickly changing again.   ptolemy,  lion,  gargoyle.   he settles on the last,  stunned into silence for a moment  ---  a rare thing for him.   there’s no way to tell for sure,  but he can’t help but think for a moment it might not be some cruel joke.

                         “ ptolemy? ”

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if you see little numbers in my posts,  they’re meant to be there.   in the canon material,  the parts of the series told from bartimaeus’ point of view are in first person,  with footnotes.   the superscript numbers with text on hover are as close as i can get without it being obnoxious.

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howlgrief:

          ❝      if you go  near  it,       I WILL BITE OF YOUR HAND  and  eat  it in front of you.      ❞        

@bartemaeus   ╱  ☾.

        HIS SHAPE IS FLUID,  changing in an instant.   gone is the egyptian fourteen year old;  in his place now rests an egyptian cobra,  curled without the intention to strike.    “ you can’t blame a djinni for trying. ”    somehow,  he manages to convey the idea of a shrug without having arms.   it’s somewhere between a roll of his body and a side-to-side shift 1.    “ what is it? 2  ”

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mini tag dump ‘cause i put too much faith in tunglr and it didn’t add the last couple from my actual tag dump

*  —  queezle. *  —  nathaniel & bartimaeus. *  —  kitty & bartimaeus. *  —  ptolemy & bartimaeus. *  —  queezle & bartimaeus. *  —  nathaniel‚ kitty & bartimaeus.

[birdfairy]

i rather think he knew anyway

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i still owe a couple starters ,  but if anyone would like to make ME a starter .. (;