osirised. ( ap )

private & selective ptolemy of alexandria from the bartimaeus sequence. canon divergent, historical influences. under co.

[rarerpmemes]

the great gatsby by f. scott fitzgerald; starter sentences.

❛ So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past. ❜

❛ I hope she’ll be a fool – that’s the best thing a girl can be in this world, a beautiful little fool. ❜

❛ Angry, and half in love with her, and tremendously sorry, I turned away. ❜

❛ And I like large parties. They’re so intimate. At small parties there isn’t any privacy. ❜

❛ I wasn’t actually in love, but I felt a sort of tender curiosity. ❜

❛ Let us learn to show our friendship for a man when he is alive and not after he is dead. ❜

❛ You see I usually find myself among strangers, because I drift here and there trying to forget the sad things that happened to me. ❜

❛ There are only the pursued, the pursuing, the busy and the tired. ❜

❛ In my younger and more vulnerable years my father gave me some advice that I’ve been turning over in my mind ever since. ❜

❛ Reserving judgements is a matter of infinite hope. ❜

❛ Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall. ❜

❛ Can’t repeat the past?…Why of course you can!❜

❛ It’s a great advantage not to drink among hard drinking people. ❜

❛ So we drove on toward death through the cooling twilight. ❜

❛ All I kept thinking about, over and over, was ‘You can’t live forever; you can’t live forever.’ ❜

❛ I felt a haunting loneliness sometimes, and felt it in others–young clerks in the dusk, wasting the most poignant moments of night and life. ❜

❛ No amount of fire or freshness can challenge what a man will store up in his ghostly heart. ❜

❛ It takes two to make an accident. ❜

❛ Personality is an unbroken series of successful gestures. ❜

❛ He looked at her the way all women want to be looked at by a man. ❜

❛ There is no confusion like the confusion of a simple mind… ❜

❛ But I am slow-thinking and full of interior rules that act as brakes on my desires. ❜

❛ I always wait for the longest day of the year and then miss it! ❜

❛ I’ve been drunk for about a week now, and I thought it might sober me up to sit in a library. ❜

❛ Life is much more successfully looked at from a single window. ❜

❛ It was the kind of voice that the ear follows up and down, as if each speech is an arrangement of notes that will never be played again. ❜

❛ The exhilarating ripple of her voice was a wild tonic in the rain. ❜

❛ I am one of the few honest people that I have ever known. ❜

❛ So I walked away and left him standing there in the moonlight – watching over nothing. ❜

❛ Dishonesty in a woman is a thing you never blame deeply. ❜

❛ The rich get richer and the poor get – children. ❜

❛ I love New York on summer afternoons when everyone’s away. There’s something very sensuous about it – overripe, as if all sorts of funny fruits were going to fall into your hands. ❜

❛ The lights grow brighter as the earth lurches away from the sun. ❜

❛ Murder your darlings. ❜

❛ It makes me sad because I’ve never seen such – such beautiful shirts before. ❜

❛ Human sympathy has its limits. ❜

❛ A new world, material without being real, where poor ghosts, breathing dreams like air, drifted fortuitously about. ❜

❛ I’m inclined to reserve all judgments, a habit that has opened up many curious natures to me and also made me the victim of not a few veteran bores. ❜

❛ I can’t describe to you how surprised I was to find out I loved her, old sport. ❜

❛ I suppose the latest thing is to sit back and let Mr. Nobody from Nowhere make love to your wife. ❜

❛ That voice was a deathless song. ❜

❛ I was a little shocked at the elaborateness of the lie. ❜

❛ All the bright precious things fade so fast, and they don’t come back. ❜

❛ But his heart was in a constant, turbulent riot. ❜

❛ She was incurably dishonest. ❜

❛ What was the use of doing great things if I could have a better time telling her what I was going to do? ❜

❛ Blessed are the dead that the rain falls on. ❜

❛ Most affectations conceal something eventually, even though they don’t in the beginning. ❜

❛ I’d like to just get one of those pink clouds and put you in it and push you around. ❜

❛ I was thirty. Before me stretched the portentous, menacing road of a new decade. ❜

❛ God knows what you’ve been doing, everything you’ve been doing. You may fool me, but you can’t fool God! ❜

❛ He’s so dumb he doesn’t know he’s alive. ❜

❛ I love her and that’s the beginning and end of everything. ❜

[dvoyd]

it takes a special sort of bravery and even greater naïveté to stay kind in a world made of cruelty.

should I pity you, or envy you? | m.a.w (via dvoyd)

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               i’m  going  on  vacation  from    23 / 7 - 8 / 8   so  i  won’t  be  replying  to  /  answering  threads  &  asks  then !!   i might be active on pm ,  but  we  will  have  to  see  because  slow  hotel  wifi  just  loves  being  uncooperative  with  me  :)  but  ya  just  so  y’all  know !!  

[osirised-blog]

15 ASSOCIATIONS.

repost and fill in the answers you most associate your character with to each question.

1. ANIMAL: asdfjkl;  this  is  really  hard ??  i  see  him  as  an  animal  with  a  steady ,  calming  temperament ,  so  i’ll  probably  go  with  a  leopard  shark !!  p  strong  (  u  dont  wanna  mess  with  a  shark  because ... why ?  )  but  also  not  too  dangerous .  another  good  choice  would  be  a  penguin ,  i  think ! 2. COLOR(S): earthy ,  natural  shades :  umber ,  faded  beige  /  taupe  colors ! 3. MONTH: august  /  late  summer ,  early  autumn . 4. SONG: instrumentals  from  mostlystrings ! 5. NUMBER: 12 6. DAY OR NIGHT:  day 7. PLANT: saffron 8. SMELL: spices ,  frankincense ,  ink ,  old  books ,  embers 9. GEMSTONE: turquoise 10. SEASON: summer 11. PLACE: columned  arches ,  warm  air  &  open  windows ,  resplendent  view  of  sea  &  port  &  market  from  the  comfort  of  a  bench .   12. FOOD: pomegranates ,  fish ,  olives ,  walnuts ,  spices 13. ASTROLOGICAL SIGN: virgo 14. ELEMENT(S): earth 15. DRINK: beer

Tagged by:  @staffdestroyed  ( bc they a bae ?? )

Tagging: @invokeddeath​  /  @battleboned​  /  @sunlived​  /  @tragiicc​  /  @ironsking​  /  @hoodsred​  &&  anyone  who’s  a  cutiepie  (  yes  i’m  talking  abt  u  pls  )  &  wants  to  do  this  !! 

[osirised-blog]

marlene:

                ❛     look,  i  know  this  is  gonna  sound  weird  bu  ’                    HEAR  ME  OUT.     ❜          never  a  good  way  to  start  a  conversation,  she  knows.     of  course  she  knows.     but  it  doesn’t  stop  her,  it  never  stops  her.  petite  form  near  vibrates  with  the  words  aching  to  spill  forth  from  bubblegum  tainted  tongue     &&     when  they  finally  go  allowed  to  fall  it  is  with  a  rush  :     quick     &&     heavy  ’  pon  scottish  lips.         ❛     how  many  times  d  ’  you  gotta  say  no  ’  fore  PUNCHIN  ’  SOMEONE  in  th  ’  face     ?     like     …     at  what  point  does  it  go  from  assault  t  ’  self  defense     ?          askin  ’  f  ’  a  friend.     ❜                    /          @osirised.     S.C

               vainly ,  he  attempts  to  keep  his  mirth  tamped ,  features  sterned ,  but  the   blase  indifference   she  maintains  plastered  on  her  features  is  boldly  reminiscent  of  a  juvenile’s  disposition ,  dredging  a  reluctant  quirk  of  his  lips .  he  taps  a  finger  lightly  against  against  his  cheek ,  allows  a  pause  for  the  cue  of  slightly  mocking  deep - thought ,  before  issuing  frank  reply .  “   my  moral  agency  has  me  compelled  to  tell  you  that   violence  is  never  the  answer  ,  but ...   ”   his  lip  wobbles ,  gallantly  compressed ,  before  he   shatters  ,  gasping  against  a  gale  of  laughter ,   “   he ,  he  was  literally   in  tears  :  merlin ,  y - you  broke  two  ribs .  &  maybe  an  ego  too ,  on  the  way  out .   ”

[osirised-blog]

???:

leather - clad  hands  PAUSE .  he ’ d  been  about  to  TOUCH ,  touch  because  he  had  to  ASSURE  himself  ( nathaniel finds, now, that touch is NECESSARY. it brings him back to earth, back to the flickering reality that seems to play with him so ) .  hands  JERK  BACK ,  an  open  face  barricades  behind  a  cool  mask .  his  mouth  pinches .  pinkened  cheeks  grow  pale .  ❛     don ’ t  play  games  with  me .  if  you  are  forbidden  from  saying  your  master ’ s  name ,  be  it  so .  but  do  not  lie  to  me ,  do  not …   ❜  the  words  CHOKE  him .  his  scars  begin  to  ache .

it  is  not  bartimaeus ,  &  it ’ s  painfully  clear .  he  doesn ’ t  understand ,  because  that ’ s  his  djinni ’ s  favourite  form  in  front  of  him ,  but  somehow ,  he  KNOWS .  rekhyt .  suddenly ,  painfully ,  nathaniel  is  reminded  of  evenings  bathed  in  orange  light .  of  the  dusty  confines  of  his  master ’ s  library .  bitter - sweet  memories  of  his  childhood  REAR  THEIR  UGLY  HEADS .  perhaps  this  is  some  elaborate  plot  against  him ,  perhaps  nathaniel  should  put  his  foot  down  &  drag  this  strange  figure  to  someone  who  is  a  FUNCTIONING  official ,  but  he ’ s  tired .  his  burst  of  energy  has  left  him  weak ,  shaky  on  his  feet .

❛     this  is  london ,  of  course .   ❜   a  once  loud ,  demanding  voice  is  WEAK .  ❛     ah ,  is  there  to  be  a  play ?  you  are  an  uncanny  ptolemy .  forgive  me ,  a  servant  of  mine  had …  PREFERRED  THAT  GUISE .   ❜   scrubbing  a  hand  over  tired  eyes ,  nathaniel  tries  not  to  let  disappointment  pierce  at  him .  he  suddenly  has  an  urge  to  LEAVE .  to  bury  himself  in  his  bed  &  forget  the  face  he  has  not  seen  in  months .

               london ?  the  words  provide  hollow  echo  within  confines  of  vague - trodden  memory .  was  there  a  community  as  such  in  europe ?  he  wasn’t  to  be  sure .  bottom  lip  worried  plump  between  ivory  nibbles ,  thoughts amalgamating ;  how  had  he  been  escorted  out  of  alexandria ?  so  swiftly ,  too .  a  flux  of  distaste  passes  nubian  features ,  eyes  narrow :  not  mulled  wine ,  surely ,  or  he’d  feel  the  effects  of  such ... ?  

     the  frenetic  emotion  is  startling ;  altogether  unnecessary ,  he  advocates  rather  adamantly .  he  pauses ,  worrying  pressure  pounding  against  his  temples ,  wearing  the  strength  of  his  brow .  when  he  finally  deigns  to  speak ,  to  muster  adequate  response :  the  exasperation  that  lances  through  his  tone  is  founded  upon  fatigue  as  opposed  to  indignance .  ‘  look ,  if  you  possess  the means  to  summon  him,  please,  just  spare  me  a  few  moments .  i  need  to  know  what’s  become  of  me ;  he  may  be  the  only  one  able  to  provide  me  some  sense .  ’

          ‘  &  please ,  for  the  love  of  thoth :  do  not  compare  me  to  that  tyrant  of  a  pharaoh .  ’   lips  depress ,  but  curl  timidly  upward  as  the  thought  hits :  ‘  however,  are  you  sure  this  is  rekhyt  you’re  on  about ?  he  absolutely  despised  ptolemy ;  the  djinn  i  knew  would  never  take  his  guise ,  even  if  threatened  by  death .  ’

[osirised-blog]

oliver:

@osirised

     ❛    dude, you can’t say shit like that.    ❜

               ‘  apologies ;  though,  can  you  even  read  any  of  the  texts ?  it’d  certainly  be  safer  if  you  didn’t  attempt  to  concern  yourself  with  all  this .  ’

[osirised-blog]

???:

& @osirised

JUST  SHORT  of  his  eighteenth  birthday ,  nathaniel  had  been  released  from  hospital .  but  he  is  not  free ;  not  YET .  under  strict  orders ,  he ’ s  not  to  drive ,  not  to  walk  long  distances . GOD  FORBID  he  even  summon  a  lowly  imp .  his  new  secretary  updates  him  on  how  the  government  is  doing  (  BETTER ,  it  seems .  the  commoners  are  now  integrated  well ,  &  piper  makes  a  good ,  though  tad  GENTLE  prime  minister ) &  he ’ s  not  to  do  anything  but  rest .  he  HATES  it ,  hates  it  like  he  hates  the  pungent  scent  of  incense ;  nathaniel  is  a  man no,  still  a  boy  of  ACTION .

his  battered  form  takes  walks . walks  in  the  newly  renovated  london  streets .  he  can  only  bear  it  for  a  few  hours  until  he ’ s  too  tired ,  but  at  least  it  is  SOME  exercise .  he  looks  at  the  faces  of  people ,  of  people  he  has  SAVED ,  &  finds  that  he  feels  very  little  in  terms  of  being  a  SAVIOUR .  until  his  eyes  find  someone  FAMILIAR .

❛     BARTIMAEUS ?   ❜   a SHOUT ,  his  tired  legs  are  suddenly  RUNNING ,  running  to  the  form  of  a  boy  in  a  lioncloth  with  sun - kissed  skin .   ❛     WHAT  are  you  doing  here ?  you  are  meant  to  be  tucked  away  in  the  other  place .  I MEAN ,  i  gave  strict  orders  for  no  spirits  involved  in  nouda ’ s  attack  to  be  summoned  at  this  moment .  &  look  at  you !  you  stand  out  like  a  SORE  THUMB .  who  summoned  you ? I  demand  you  tell  me !   ❜

                    awareness  seeps  akin  honey  into  crevassed  being .  the  curious  push - pull sensation  (  arduous  &  suffocating  )  rasps  his  voice  to  form  labored  gasps ;  hazels  follow ,  dimly ,  as  they  curlicue  into  plumes  of  mist  within  the  harshness  of  chill  air.  he  wonders ,  bitterly ,  if  his  cousin  is  satisfied .  the  spill  of  warmth  &  the  tang  of  blood  still  fresh  &  bitter  in  the  bend  of  his  throat .  stinging  worries  the  forefront  of  his  eyes ,  but  he  reasons :  such  hysteria  can  be  saved  for  other  occasions.

          curiosity  triumphs  acetic  thought ,  &  he  collects  his  mind’s  jumbled  processes ,  managing  to  lift  a  weary  eye  to  face  strangeness  ——  for  no  other  descriptor  could  aptly  encompass  the  dizzying  sights  of  ...  shiny  metal ,  dark  in  ways  never  before  &  lacquered  to  impossible  shine .  &  houses ,  stretched  tall ;  looming  dangerously  over  the  scurry  of  pedestrians .  &  lights,  bright  enough  to  rob  the  night  but  without  tell - tale  flickers  of  flaming  heat .

               out  of  your  depth :  his  mind  supplies ,  rather  unhelpfully .  limbs  weak ;  the expectation  of  a  reaction  grinds  the  process  to  a  standstill .  only  a  distant  flurry  &  the  pierce  of  a  timbre  unearths  him  from  numbness .  ‘  rekhyt?  he’s here ?  ’   mind  finally  ensnares  meaning .  ‘  i’m  not  ...  i’m  not  him .  you’re  mistaken.  can  you,  perhaps,  inform  me  of  where  i  am ?  ’

[renissance]

the Bartimaeus Trilogy by Jonathan Stroud: 

“That did it. I’d gone through a lot in the past few days. Everyone I met seemed to want a piece of me: djinn, magicians, humans…it made no difference.I’d been summoned, manhandled, shot at, captured, constricted, bossed about and generally taken for granted. And now, to cap it all, this bloke is joining in too, when all I’d been doing was quietly trying to kill him.”

[osirised-blog]

a boy of fifteen,   anubis  faced   &   twice -  cheated ;  pyhrric  victor　 of 　paradise 　lost.  　thoth 　incarnated,  　orisised 　ash,  　galvinized 　frankincense  　—— 　  thus 　reborn !　  please     leave    a 　♡　 if 　you 　are 　interested 　in 　interacting 　with 　a 　canon  -  divergent 　ptolemy 　of 　alexandria 　from 　the 　bartimaeus 　triology !  　i’m 　also 　multifandom 　trash,  　so 　dw 　if 　ur muse 　isn’t 　from 　bce ;　  i’m 　willing 　to 　discuss 　deets 　 & 　 expand 　on 　potential 　plotlines, bc 　who 　doesn’t 　love 　ancient 　egypt ?　...　 &  　reincarnation ? 　* 　double 　finger   guns   @   u ! 　*　　(　as　adored 　by　 rose　)

[osirised-blog]

tag drop !