#khammet

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10 years, huh...

So, some of y'all might not know this, but December 2025 is actually the 10th anniversary of me getting into the Bartimaeus Sequence books. I found the tumblr fandom in March-April 2016, but I was introduced by a friend, who gifted me "The Ring of Solomon" as an early Christmas present several months prior (shortly before our Christmas exams) muttering something about how it's a neat fantasy story about a funky djinni, and how it's a standalone prequel so I don't have to feel obliged to read the rest of the series if I don't like it. Little did he know, that single act changed my life forever, irreversibly rewiring my brain chemistry and giving my creativity a lifetime's worth of rocket fuel.

These books mean a lot to me. They got me through high school, my dad's cancer and eventual death (I remember coming home from the hospital on the morning he passed and literally making a beeline for my sketchbook), college, lockdown, and also simply gave me a wonderful space to play in. This fandom has been a constant background buzz at the back of my head even as I was busy with other hyperfixations, to the point that I fear that it may have graduated to a genuine Special Interest(TM). I don't think I've written more for any fandom in my life, and over those 10 years I've not only drawn and written and headcanoned and discussed to hell and back, but I've also met so many wonderful people who wound up becoming some of the best friends I've ever had.

So, as 2025 draws to a close, I really wanted to do SOMETHING to celebrate such a big milestone on top of the end of the old year, but I uh... kinda procrastinated (hanging out with family but also playing Pokemon) so here's a quick little something, because my journey with this series started with these two and TO THIS DAY they haven't relinquished the DEATH GRIP they have on my braincells. Without further ado...

A toast to my two favourite problematic goth Egyptian perverts! Here's to 10 years' worth of brainrot, and to many, many more yet to come!

And also to Bart. He's there too, I guess. (jk jk I love him so much he's my favourite unreliable narrator of all time and I cherish him dearly but also y'know, the brainrot wants what the brainrot wants)

[nadiajustbe]

I can understand the "Bartimaeus novels are not made for romantic additions and therefore I do not ship anyone since the books are mosly focusing on platonic love and deeper themes of opression/slavery/revolution" idea and sometimes I, in fact, encourage it! But I also absolutely love the idea of "the ships inside the Bartimaeus fandom are just another way of exploring character's dynamic inside the already mentioned themes via highlighting their relevance and can be a fabulous area of study for different dynamics inside the series without denying or ignoring the deep political messages and intergral platonic nature of the books" and I think this is very precious to me.

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Bartimaeus Sequence Prompt Week, day 2

HOOOO BOY have I been looking forward to these specific prompts. Putting my entry (entries, actually!) under the cut, warnings for some sexy eldritch horror, eye strain, suggestive posing, vivisected body, descriptions of horny cannibalism, and RoS's gruesome twosome being the freaks we all know and love. [click for better view!]

7th plane form

Another flicker, and the beast appears smaller than previously: roughly the size of an adult lion, it circles the magician with soundless, leisurely steps. It is quadrupedal, albeit with a strange body plan which Khaba has never seen before, limbs eerily elongated like those of a shadow near the end of a sunset. “I was appointed by Lord Ra to punish the wickedness of man by feasting on the hearts of those deemed unworthy of entering the Field.” It pauses, taking a deep breath, then exhaling with a thrilled growl. A long, dark tongue drags over rows of countless teeth. “And you, little morsel, are shaping up to be quite a feast indeed.” Becoming quite a feast indeed is something which Khaba would like to avoid if possible, thank you very much. 

Ammet's 7th plane form is, at least in my headcanon, malleable; the body plan fluctuates depending on whim and necessity, as do the amounts of eyes, mouth, limbs et cetera - he's not beholden to the laws of logic, physics, and sanity. What remains consistent, however, is the mouth that goes all the way down and Khaba's mind-numbing boner at the sight of it. This particular excerpt is from chapter 6 of "Offer Me That Deathless Death", when K isn't aware that he's speaking to his brainwashed boyfriend, hence the reluctance to shoving his [redacted] into that maw right away.

How he reacts upon finding out, however...

Consumption

His head falls back, his spine arching off the altar as a positively obscene sound falls from his parted lips. The inside of him is already overcrowded, and the intrusion of Ammet's hands and teeth and tongue paints his vision with bright spots and floods his mind with a pleasure unlike any carnal delight offered by the living world.  "A-" he tries to utter and breaks off with another desperate sound. The sensation of Ammet’s long, slippery tongue dragging across the inside of his chest cavity renders him voiceless, the pleasure made only more potent by the relief when the first of his many burdens is plucked right out from between his ribs and crushed between ravenous jaws, disappearing with a wet squelch.

...is another matter entirely.

As it happens, I actually went back and edited the last couple chapters of the fic to fix some passages I wasn't happy with and expand the consumption scene. The timing just so happened to coincide with the approach of prompt week, so I'm choosing to dedicate both this art and the additional details to this oh so delicious prompt.

He also gets to keep the vivisection/autopsy scar, just as a sexy little treat for him and Ammet to be Abnormal(tm) about post-resurrection.

[nadiajustbe]

Khammet is just more fucked up version of bartnat and I stand on that hill.

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Bartprompts 2026, day 5: Love/revival

Another fanfic scene, this time from chapter 12, or as I like to call it:

Pro gamer tip: if you rizz up a sufficiently possessive eldritch horror, he'll find you in the underworld, follow your soul topside, dig up your grave, patch up your dessicated corpse, and perform the kind of necromancy usually reserved for gods to drag your edgy goth ass back to life so that you could go back to being terrible together for the rest of eternity (partially because you pissed off Ra and got yourself kicked out of the afterlife, as one does.)

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Bartprompts25 day 5: costume ball

Had a busy & exhausting day yesterday so I just did some faffing about with watercolour brushes. I also had a scribble of Faquarl and Kitty but I'm not happy with it, rip.

Ammet's mask represents his namesake, hence the crocodile skull + lion mane combo. Khaba's is a vulture.

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[dreamily] I think that he should willingly split his ribcage open with a knife and let his boyfriend straddle his hips and eat the physical representation of his repressed feelings right out of his chest cavity while he moans and writhes and arches his back beneath him.

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Half idea half synopsis for a pre-canon fic, tw: RoS's resident freaks being freaks

So we know that Khaba and Ammet are fucked up experiment buddies who do all sorts of weird illegal shit in the lab. What if one day, back in Egypt, Khaba spends a little too long watching Ammet dissect/vivisect someone and just kinda catches himself going "damn I wish that was me."

And of course he immediately short circuits because where the fuck did THAT thought come from. He tries to ignore it for the next couple of days but can't, because damn it he really admires how meticulous Ammet is with everything he does and this keen attention in his body language and the smooth dexterous movements of his hands with the scalpel and [soft italicised "oh. oh no" moment.]

And for the life of him he cannot shrug the thought off and it's driving him wild, particularly at night. What to do? What to do? He can't just let a marid have his way with him because he's a paranoid magician with SOME traces of self preservation instinct, so no, it would be madness to let Ammet vivisect him and trust him not only to not kill him but also put him back together afterwards. But gods fucking damn it he CANT just leave the matter alone bc it keeps being more and more distracting no matter how he tries to distract himself.

Wait, ye olde lightbulb moment! Instead of all that messy dangerous nonsense, they can just fuck! If you can do it with a succubus then you can do it with a marid as well, provided that you know the right incantations. Surely if they do that, his curiosity will be sated and he'll no longer want to get down and dirty with his shadow. But no, no, wait, if he were to do that, then the vibe would be COMPLETELY ruined. Ammet is at his most tempting when he's really into something, really fascinated by the writhing captive on the table or really focused on the corpse they're taking apart in preparation for embalming. Making a charge out of it would take that away. No, no, Khaba cannot dub/noncon his way out of this.

It has to be consensual.

Fuck.

Long story short he HAS to put in the effort, HAS to make himself vulnerable to some degree and HAS to trust Ammet not to fucking kill him. It works out, but the downside is that Khaba wakes up the next morning with more questions than answers, the discovery that, oopsie daisy, he is no longer attracted to humans, and a burning need verging on starvation to shove Ammet back into the sheets and do it all again.

So uh, experiment failed successfully <- may or may not become the fic's actual title if I don't find a sufficiently funny joke about the double meaning of rearranging someone's guts.