Can we talk about how the only person Nathaniel trusted the most (After Ms. Underwood and Ms. Lutyens weren't in his life anymore) was Bartimeus except like. Not really??? He couldn't trust ANYONE around him and felt like he, in a way, could trust Bartimeus but also no he couldn't. I know at some point he must have gone "Okay Bartimeus won't tell anyone about my name perhaps. It's been so long" but the environment he lives in and the instilled trust issues I KNOW had him thinking that anxious little thought of "But he Could. And why wouldn't he? Look at how you treat him. He COULD". For Nathaniel the only person he could feasibly trust is Bartimeus and that trust isn't really....there, in the first place. It's more of "he gives me companionship in some way" then actual trust. He was so isolated guys. He was always so vigilant and high strung and the fucking trust issues are SO insane and the worst part is they ARE warranted look at the people he's surrounded with? It's horrible the absolute 0 sense of security. I mean they really were threatening his life at age 14 I can't do this anymore guys. Fuck. Thinking about Nat too hard makes me wanna kms 😞💔
Oh, little naive Natty boy... Haha and little naive Mr. Devereaux too. They have this common foolish...ness. Devereaux is a bad role model for kids. Especially for this one.
Here's a project I've been working on for a year and a half. It took me a lot longer than I expected and the process of actually animating anything was just 40% of the time I spent on this.
Really hope you like it! Comments and reshares are appreciated!
I love how Lockwood and Nathaniel both have complete impracticality for the sake of fashion in common. Lockwood with his absurdly long coat. Nathaniel with his ridiculously large sleeves. That is not the correct attire for hunting ghosts or summoning demons but nobody cares the awkward goth teen aesthetic comes first. Incredible.
Sometimes I think about how the story begins with an ambitious and unrecognized child dreaming of power and strength, and ends with a boy who has achieved a power that no wizard in history has ever had.
And he knows it doesn't matter, because in a few seconds an explosion will tear him apart.
Saw the Inktober Prompt for Day 1 (Gargoyle) and immediately thought of my boy, Bartimaeus. Made this, even if it’s completely out of my usual comfort zone in terms of lineart, since i wanted to keep with the spirits of Inktober. Probably not gonna do any of the other days, because life is too stressful but still.
Bart!
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Bartimeus thinks that looking at the grave shouldn't be so hard. After all, it is Nathaniel's grave. The man who imprisoned him, the man who appropriated him, the man who reduced him to a puddle of slime. A man whose death he should have been truly happy about.
And, in any case, it's just a stone, isn't it? A lump of dirt with no soul and no voice. They are all the same: a man, a woman, a moth, a stone pedestal... Only humans give these stones abbreviated meanings, only humans see something special in them, only humans care about each of their bricks. Only they believe that they have the power to bring the inanimate to life.
Bartimaeus was not a human being.
And yet he cannot force himself to remain silent. He throws a few jokes at the grave, comments on its "neglected" appearance, its invariably terrible fashion sense, recalls a few old adventures and the important role he played in them.
"You know, if it weren't me, you would have died... earlier."
He calls the pile of stones an idiot, a jerk, a short-sighted fool...
He even asks himself the question "why?" but does not dare to ask it out loud. Because he won't get an answer anyway, will he?
He looks at the white, chalk-scribbled inscription: "Hero of London''. And he smiles - this is an absolute lie. Everything on this stupid piece of stone and porcelain is a lie, from the name of the deceased to the numerous inscriptions about his heroism.
In reality, he was just a small, insecure, stupid, treacherous boy. And he died accordingly.
None of this makes sense. Absolutely all this action makes no sense. In the end, Nathaniel was just a typical master.
And he will never know that Bartimaeus was here. No one will.
Not even if thousands of Empires fall to the ground and this cemetery will be reduced to rubble.
Because only humans can be sentimental enough to visit graves.
He is 5000 years old. He is a 14 year old boy. He cannot touch silver without physically melting. He eats pigeons that think he is handsome. He measures distances in rat ass lengths. He has three boyfriends. He is deeply traumatised by lions. He can belly dance. He hates the cops. I didn't say his name but he popped into your head, didn't he?