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Judgement: the mercenary, Verroq
The Empress: Queezle
Just getting the major arcana done has been really hard lately.
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16 down, 62 to go.
Judgement: the mercenary, Verroq
The Empress: Queezle
Just getting the major arcana done has been really hard lately.
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The Hanged Man
Ptolemy gave me a small salute, then his head fell back gently against the wall… All light around me vanished, my consciousness departed; the Other Place pulled me away. Furiously, against my will, I accepted Ptolemy's last gift.
I The Fool
Here we go friends :) Some young Bart (at like his first time on Earth) to start with him all happy and curious.
«What is it?»
The creature (a man, it had said; it man, me spirit) looked at me, amazed. «It’s the sun».
«And what is it for?»
«It warms us. It makes the seeds you helped to plant sprout».
«Who put it here?»
«The gods did».
I decided I liked the sun. It felt good for my essence and counterattacked against the heavy and burdensome ailment from the Earth. Even the soil was nice when it was touched by the sun, and so it was the great mass of water and all the creatures that worked over there.
I pointed towards some creatures smaller than others. «And those?»
The man – the one who had taken me away from my home to bring me in this place, so different and strange – looked at me confused. «They are children… They are like us, just younger. We were all like this, then we have grown up. As animals do. Were you born like this? Have you always been like this?»
«Well, not this this». To adapt myself, I had been trying to imitate the man as best I could, but I had the feeling that I hadn’t done a great job. Anyway, I wanted to change: I made myself smaller and tried to copy those children: chubby limbs, coloured faces, some missing tooth… Not the most beautiful, nor the most functional.
I didn’t understand; everything that had been shown to me until now was necessary to something in this strange world where everything seemed to be where it was needed to be. Here the point was to do, not to be, like at home… And yet, here there were these ridiculous beings that seemed to have been made just to be useless. Mh…
One of the children pushed another one, that ended up in the mud; from below, it grabbed its assailant and from there a rather hilarious, seen their dimensions fight unleashed, but it caused a lot of chaos between the bigger creatures around there.
Oh.
Maybe I was wrong: maybe there was something that could make that world more alike to mine, and leave untouched all the nice thing there were already there.
At that point, the children were covered in wet soil from head to toe; a man and a… well, a not-man were yelling at them and they were looking down; but, as soon as they locked eyes, they did something that the man by my side had never done: they turned upwards their lips, opened their mouths as they were about to speak and instead made a sound I had not heard yet. It was beautiful, strong, resounding and made me want to mimic it, even if I couldn’t figure out how to do it.
«What are they doing?»
«They are laughing».
This time, I didn’t ask what it was for or why they were doing it: I wanted to figure it out by myself.
Bartseq prompt week, days 2-3: A twist that stung my heart & my favourite last moment.
This one was a quickie - life has been busy lately - as well as an excuse to mess around with some seldom used brushes.
A twist which still sticks with me is the part of Nat's backstory where he's locked in the study with imps. That alone is traumatising as all get out, but the revelation that he was SIX at the time hits harder with every passing year. As for my favourite last moment, I really enjoyed watching his character arc unfold, and the conclusion to it remains heart-wrenching no matter how many times you reread it. I thought that the two Nats would look cool together, so I smushed them into one drawing to contrast Nat's beginning with his end.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
In the end, as it had been in the beginning, Ptolemy wakes up. But that comes later. Before, there are three things: a ring, a staff, a necklace. And a boy, closing his eyes in the Other Place and opening them amongst trees.
For one moment, between the Other Place and Earth, Ptolemy finds himself somewhere else.
Written for the first five prompts of this year's Bartimaeus Prompt Week
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Some revisions to the already-made cards.
The Magician Reversed
One spirit, thousand faces.
My favorite Bartimaeus guises from the first book.
The Stars Reversed
Kitty’s story is dear to me. She’s belittled, misinformed, abused, threatened, robbed of her rights, used, played and betrayed by almost every adult in her life. And yet she’s resisting like the badass she is. I love her.
The chase in the crypt is my favorite horror scene in the books. Run Kitty, run!