#nathaniel the djinn

[theirwolfbicanthrope]

"So, how do you like me so far?"

Andrew Divoff as Nathaniel Demerest | The Djinn, Wishmaster (1997)

[littleliteraturersj]

Djinn's Chapter Excerpt:

-Quickly crossing to the sink, he gazed into the mirror. While djinn were indeed immortal and could not die, they did however still age. No being was totally immune to the passage of time. Physically not much would change of a djinn overtime, save for one small detail-

Their tendrils.

The twin tentacle-like growths that sprouted from every djinn's scalp; These were the only parts of his race that changed overtime. Even in younglings the tendrils were present. At birth they presented as dark nubs protruding from the skull. He could recall, before he had been chosen, that many of the elders had their own at spectacular lengths.

He himself was a rather young djinn. His own tendrils only reached little past his shoulders, whereas many of the elders' reached well below their knees. It was an impression of age among his people. At first glance it was a characteristic that bespoke of a djinn's lifespan and experience, the only one aside from visible form and height that easily separated a knowledgeable djinn from one more foolish.

Djinn was pleased to see that little had changed since the last time he had laid eyes on his countenance. This meant that he had not been trapped for quite as long as he had expected. Perhaps there was hope yet. Hope. His face muscles contorted as if he had tasted something rotten. He had to be truly desperate to recite such a word. 'Hope' was something reserved for those of a weaker, more pathetic nature. His eyes sank to the view of the hand soap near the basin to entertain the impulse to scrub his skin clean, as though the short use of the word alone had dirtied him.

Instead he let his lips quirk. Djinn indulged himself one last appreciative glance at his features before sobering up. He retrieved the fire opal from the depths of his garments and held it in the palm of his hand. As always the loathsome little jewel felt cool and pristine against his skin. The tiny amount of humor he had felt left immediately. He couldn't refrain looking down upon it with a grimace. While he had been freed from the despicable gem, he couldn't quite part with it. Perhaps it was to serve as an added reminder of his duty. Or maybe he had grown a reluctant attachment to the infernal object. Crushing it beyond recognition would give him such a divine elation, but the opal still served purpose.

When mankind at last fell to their knees in total subjugation, then and only then could he safely destroy the tainted jewel once and for all. His gaze scorched its ruby-red surface with a promise. Soon.

Though 'soon' couldn't come soon enough.

With his other hand, Djinn cast his focus on the thought of his brothers, willing forth the veil between worlds. It was a simple gesture and initially one would have thought the wave of his hand had done nothing-

Until the room began to shift.

Slowly but surely a distortion in his surroundings became evident. It looked as though this reality was that of a pond with its smooth surface disrupted by beginning rainfall. The air around him wavered and danced in blurred and strange patterns. The details of the room became less distinguishable, waving back and forth in an almost serpentine manner. The visual was strikingly similar to being underwater. And just as suddenly as the change had begun, other additions to the wavering scenery made themselves present: Humanoid forms.

As always his kin were more than ready to answer the call.

A soft cacophony of devilish whispers eased into the space, emitting from the human-like shapes that writhed and wandered throughout the shimmering of this plane. With every passing second, these figures became more clear and less human-like. Djinn was slightly startled by their clarity. Had the veil between this world and his people's thinned over the passage of time? Or had his brothers become all the more determined to breach the Earthly barrier? He personally believed less of the former theory, the latter seemed more likely.

Just when he thought he might lay eyes on old familiar faces, the melding of worlds had reached its peak. Through the surroundings of the small bathroom, the djinn that had answered the call were almost discernable. All were dressed in their typical garb to wander the void somewhat comfortably. They lacked their coloration, instead taking on an invisible appearance as though they were made of glass. It was as if the walls of the room had taken on lives of their own. Even the foretold tendrils that grew from their scalps were defined enough to see. Their voices carried the same effect in that the words became less floaty and whispery, and instead became stronger and more solidified.

All said voices were male, for every djinn of the Ifrit tribe were male. Not one female resided among them. The opposite gender would only be found in their opposing tribe of the Marid. Whereas the Ifrit were born of the smokeless fire, the Marid presided over water.

Djinn turned from the mirror, gazing about at all who had gathered. His eyes fixed upon seven figures despite the continued twisting of the atmosphere. For a second time he was taken aback as he realized that all of the eldest of the Ifrit had appeared before him. He gave a low hum to test his voice. It had been quite a while since he had last spoken his mother tongue.

To the ignorance of human ears, their language would no doubt be impossible to make sense of. However for Djinn, he understood the voices of his brothers perfectly. From their different positions set in the walls, the other djinn looked down upon him:

"At long last you seek our council. We were beginning to grow concerned, child."

Djinn had to refuse his urge to let his lip curl at the word. No one had the gall or authority to address him as something so low, but coming from his elders, the comparison was truth. To them, he might as well have been exactly that.

"Indeed. Tempting thoughts arose."

"Thoughts of choosing another in your place."

"Where have you been all this time? Surely not hiding away? Shirking your duty?"

The sting of the implication had him grinding his teeth. Nonetheless, he answered, raising his head to address them in turn; "Elder Ones, as you well know I was made prisoner to the sorcerer Zoroaster's gemstone-" He was interrupted.

"Yes, yes. A tale you have told so frequently I have lost count."

"Where is your Waker, boy? You hasten to waste breath with us, while you should be in the company of your Wishmaker instead."

Hot indignation rose within. Addressing him as a child was humbling, but boy? That had been meant as a sincere insult. Letting himself have a moment to stew, Djinn swallowed down the vicious words that wanted to lash out through his lips, choosing to replace them with others; "Do allow me to continue. I find myself in quite a predicament and am in need of your wisdom."

There was but a fleeting moment in which the others exchanged looks. One of the seven promptly turned to him and nodded; "Proceed, however do keep it concise." A hint of sarcasm at the word. Djinn forced himself to ignore it;

"While I have not only been trapped inside Zoroaster's jewel, I was also ensconced inside of a statue. After the," He didn't want to say the word, knowing if he did it would leave quite an unpleasant taste on his tongue. But there was no room for the luxury of preference, so he begrudgingly continued; "Failure of my third Waker, I was transported back inside it. It wasn't until a second break-in of the museum it had been kept in, that I was freed once more. My fourth Waker had made his first wish swiftly-"

"I fail to see this so-called predicament you say you are in. Rather it sounds more like another yarn you are spinning. Yet another failure that you are beginning to enlighten us of."

The same elder interrupted him a second time. It was apparent then that this was the one on the council that was the most fed up with him. In turn, Djinn was starting to become quite fed up with the other djinn as a result; "I am not finished, Elder One."

"Then I suggest you make haste in doing so quickly. Has it not occurred to you that nearly one millennium has passed in the span of your fumblings? Your tenure as our chosen is nearly at its end."

It was true. He had been given exactly one thousand years to grant the djinn freedom. While he still had about two hundred years left in the arrangement, time was rapidly becoming an eager rope around his neck. If he were still unsuccessful in completing the prophecy, his tribe would have him exiled and replaced. Be it as it may that no djinn could die, being banished from his people would be just as suffice as a death sentence. While the entirety of their race as a whole was already exiled, if this humiliation came to fruition, then he would be cast out from his brothers, forced to wander alone through the endless ash-covered plane of the void between worlds. Not even the Marid would have him.

An exiled djinn was a dead djinn.-

(For my fellow Djinn lovers. I decided to expand on his lore a little. I hope you get a kick out of it.)

[pompomoo]

Here are my impressions of GE up to part 14. I am glad that Bart and Nat are finally reunited! I realize that I still love them both so much. I love the way Nat misses Bart, and I love the atmosphere of Bart enjoying his reunion with Nat when he is called away. Despite his complaints, he likes to tease Nathaniel. After all, I would wager that Nathaniel could not have been satisfied with anything other than Bartimaeus, no matter what competent djinn he summoned. However, even though Nat has grown a head taller and his fashion has changed considerably, Bart is still so good at recognizing him at a glance. Furthermore, he remembers Nathaniel's age well, which even Underwood had forgotten. Also, the relationship between the resistance groups is so cute. I usually focus on Bart and Nat, but I like them a lot too. I look forward to reading more in the future.

[asmiraofsheba]

When Bartimaeus is observing Nathaniel's thoughts, he's shocked when he sees Ptolemy's face, before he realises that it's actually Nathaniel thinking about him.

What's interesting is that the reason he's so shocked is it had been "So long since I had seen it... Two thousand years."

Given how often Bartimaeus wears Ptolemy's form this is surprising to me... so, he's never seen his (Ptolemy's) face in a mirror? A glass window? Metal? His sword? A pool of water?

And that's how I came up with the headcanon that djinn are like vampires- they don't have reflections

[seph7]

Andrew Divoff as Nathaniel Demerest/The Djinn in Wishmaster 2 (1999) - Part 4.

[comicsforyall]

Exposing the Empire with YA, The Amulet of Samarkand Review

“It’s like Harry Potter, but for boys.” This confusingly misguided comment is one I remember distinctly from the book store employee who was trying to sell my grandmother and me The Amulet of Samarkand. The even more baffling part is that it worked. But to be fair it was 2007 and, as an eight year old boy in the rural American South, I was horrified to learn that I potentially had been reading and enjoying a book series that was for girls.

Having read the entire Bartimaeus series in my youth, I still have no clue what that employee was referring to, unless it was pure author discrimination. However it is very clear that similarities between the series do exist, at least superficially. The Amulet of Samarkand is book one of the Bartimaeus Trilogy (or Sequence if you’re nasty), and centers around a naive, misguided orphan who is introduced to a world of magic and politics in London. The overall setting and description is honestly the extent of the crossover between Bartimaeus and HP, besides some common themes and tropes that are much more attributable to the genre than anything.

The book is certainly an introduction into a new specific world cooked up by author Jonathan Stroud. There is a significant amount of time spent building the logic and lore of this version of reality, though it is admirably obscured within gripping action and drama sequences. The political structure that is explored can seem a bit simplistic when viewed now, but I do distinctly remember being confused and challenged by many aspects as a child. This story unfolds in a way that is not revolutionary, but is potentially subversive for the target audience.

Nathaniel, But Kindly Keep His Name To Yourself

Despite not being the series titular hero, the viewpoint character for The Amulet of Samarkand is the young magician named Nathaniel. An orphan being raised via abuse, while simultaneously being integrated into a lifestyle of power and privilege. He is a tragic mess from the start to the end of this journey.

The world that unfolds for Nathaniel, and the reader, is a society of distinct hierarchies and exploitations of power. In other words it mirrors reality quite sharply. The ruling class is exclusively magicians, who keep their knowledge secret and consolidated. Nathaniel is indoctrinated with the ideas that the British Empire’s magicians are noble heroes, and that they keep peace throughout the world. He is so young and sheltered that his naivety drives a lot of his actions. The other force pushing him is ambition and privilege.

With one hand his adopted parents, particularly his father, is smacking Nathaniel down with physical and verbal abuse. The other hand is feeding stories of glory and spelling out the ways to achieve it. Nathaniel’s growth and liberation is linear and clear from early on, however it becomes marred in the death of his innocence.

The exploits of Nathaniel and his gradual rise in power could be considered the main story, but the more interesting angle is the system that he learns about. As he becomes more adept at wielding his position, the consequences of doing so are revealed.

The magician’s main weapon is the enslavement via magical bonds of djinn, pulled from another realm. Utilizing the inherent power of knowing a djinni’s true name, the magician’s have developed a reliable system to continually wield the magic for themselves. The whole process is very business coded, with the orders and bonds between the two parties basically being magically bound contracts. Unfortunately for Nathaniel, djinn can utilize a magician’s true name to inflict intense pain, if they somehow manage to learn it. This lesson comes to him through a trial by fire, and it is the first domino to fall for the young boy.

It becomes very hard to justify commanding other beings through force, when they suddenly can deliver direct consequences to you. The reality in the novel, and in many cases in the real world, is that the privileged simply cannot comprehend the repercussions of their action, as long as they remain secluded above it.

The instant the tables turn, the crushing weight of empathy and sympathy starts to press on Nathaniel, in a relatable manner. From there he’s presented with the easy option of playing into the system, or the harder one of standing against it. This decision will be continuous, one Nathaniel has to keep making. He does not see the full picture, even at the end of the novel, but the building contrast between Nathaniel’s abilities and his morality is the lynchpin of his character.

Bartimaeus, But Keep His Name To Yourself

The second protagonist, and the guide for both the reader and Nathaniel, is the djinni Bartimaeus. He can only be described as pure wit, using footnotes to give long winded and personal asides, ranging from petty jabs to small history lessons. Bartimaeus keeps up a cold, sarcastic facade, but slowly reveals a much more relatable personality to the reader.

An unaging spirit, who has been around for much of humanity’s history, Bartimaeus is a deep well of experience. From him the reader learns the dynamic between the djinn and the magicians, namely the former being ripped from their homes and forcibly bound to the will of the latter. The many levels of djinn have varying abilities ranging from vaguely useful to horribly destructive. The more powerful the spirit, the more difficult it is for the magician to bind and wield.

Bartimaeus reveals himself to be a mid-level djinni, but continuously builds himself up with stories of his historical exploits. The most important insight he allows is that ancient Egypt was his favorite era, and that he made a magician friend in that time. The boy named Ptolemy becomes a clear indicator that Bartimaeus has a much larger capacity for compassion than he lets on.

In terms of an arc, Bartimaeus doesn’t have too much progression as a character. He is forced into participation in the story, and spends most of the story quipping and darting through action sequences. In between he uses humor to mask the information dumping, as he describes the levels of imps and the specific limitations of certain magicians. Charming and very funny, his chapters are highlights and a breeze to read, if a bit one note.

Systems, Sarcasm, and Storytelling

As the first in a series, The Amulet of Samarkand is unabashedly an introduction in many ways. There is a clear sense of trying to describe as much of the political and magical systems as possible, while still delivering an engaging story. The occasional separation of the information dumps into footnotes is interesting since it provides an easy way for readers to simply skip the long winded explanations, but in doing so highlights the stark difference in content. There is certainly a sense that the story wants to be action packed, dramatic, and over the top, but feels obligated to justify each sequence. In the best cases it helps to keep the story fleshed out and immersive, but at worst the distinct sections can feel too dissimilar and actually pull the reader out.

As Nathaniel gains more real world experience, the political landscape of this version of the British Empire is exposed to him. From a younger perspective this can be pretty enlightening, as the fictional empire very much mirrors those that dominate the international landscape of reality. As an older reader though it is decidedly the less interesting out of the two systems that are being presented.

The magic system for the novel is based around different planes of existence and perception. The more powerful a djinni, the more levels they can see and manipulate, with the humans largely staying confined to the first material plane. From the perspectives of the protagonists, the system is fairly intuitive and at least feels like it makes sense even when the exact events are vague or rushed.

Building out the institutional structures takes up a large portion of the reading, but the spaces that are left are crammed with sincere character moments and romping action sequences. There are very few conversations or altercations that do not feel as though they are moving the plot or characters along. The story comes out tight and self contained, while simultaneously poised to be expanded into much more.

Conclusion

There are plenty of novels where the YA label can come across as unnecessary or borderline derisive. Without getting into the merits of those arguments or the classification in general, The Amulet of Samarkand works as a fantastic novel for readers of any age. The light it shines on society in general could be seen as one that has long been illuminated for older readers, who may not feel truly challenged by the story or themes.

For even the most seasoned fantasy veteran though, there is plenty of interesting magic and lore, not to mention jokes, to keep the story compelling. An easy read, with plenty of new ideas and at least one standout protagonist. The novel exceeds expectations but does not necessarily smash them.

Score: 70/100

Citation Station

The Amulet of Samarkand, by Jonathan Stroud

Cover Art by Melvyn Grant

Original Article, The Cover

[whumpster-fire]

I've just started Golem's Eye.

Oh my god I forgot that Nathaniel sent a couple of foliots to infiltrate the Resistance. I cannot stop laughing imagining these spirits walking around London like:

Also: tearing up a tiny bit at Bartimaeus trying to do the stiff upper lip officer thing with his squad of low-level djinn, at least one of whom had never been in battle before. And giggling madly at (a) Patterknife roasting him, (b) Queezle "helping," and (c) Bartimaeus having the audacity to speculate Patterknife's choice of form (i.e. Roman twink with a scythe) being a result of a "twisted sense of humor" while running around as a weedy Egyptian preteen.

[frightknights-n-monstergirls]

Djinn getting jobs HCs

Nathaniel Demerest

He would not get a job. Period.If you are hurting for money, then make a wish.

He literally has no wants for money. Needs on the other hand,

Once he realizes that you must pay for everything, including for him, Nathaniel somehow gets the money to cover himself.

He’s a bit of a shopaholic. He loves to go to places where you have a personal retailor accompany you in the store, ex: Saks Fifth Avenue.

Nathaniel knows he has expensive taste. He loves luxurious life, it’s the closest he can get to being a king, for the time being.

You have suggested he look into Rent-A-Date sites or something similar as a side hustle.

Nathaniel takes your advice but stores it in the back of his mind.

Steven Verdel

Verdel gets OFFENDED that you tell him to get a job. Even as a joke. 

He's seen enough new media to know how this human society treats others with no job or money.

And a nagging voice in his head yelling at him to barter for his rent.

His resume is nothing but lies. At the very least, vaguely formed sentences.

Scores as a lawyer. Since he's great at convincing people and well, he's from Hell.

Gets a lot of souls this way.

Probably the only one who can pass as human.

[animentality]

Have you ever read the Bartimaeus series?

A series about a world where some people have access to unfathomable power by means of magic, and this leads to the formation of an oppressive class structure where the magical upper classes are full of parasitic psychopaths who use their magic to gain power and wealth at the expense of the non-magical classes.

Oh and the source of their magic is through the brutal enslavement of sentient supernatural beings (djinn) through means of threats, torture, and magical binding.

I'm reading it for the first time as an adult and tbh I'm very impressed with it. It touches on really serious topics like colonialism, imperialism, classism, the evils of slavery, master-slave psychology and how there's no such thing as a "good master", and how history has a tendency to repeat itself...

After also reading Harry Potter for the first time recently and being underwhelmed, I'm finding the Bartimaeus sequence to be vastly superior tbh. It manages to be a very intelligent fantasy series whilst at the same time packing lots of humour, action and heart-wrenching emotion.

Why couldn't this have been the young adult series to gain massive popularity in the 00s instead of HP? Perhaps it's a bit too on the nose for some people

I actually read the Bartimaeus trilogy as a child!

I loved Kitty! I wanted her to beat the shit out of Nathaniel!

I think the main reason that series never gained the prominence of Harry Potter though was because it was dark and realistic and serious.

Harry Potter was more whimsical and lived in and people loved the world for its colorful names and places and creatures.

They made people feel like they were living in this whimsical world.

It was like Naruto in that way.

You give people a world to live in away from their own world, and they'll forgive horrible plots and terrible characters.

But thanks, anon!

I actually know that trilogy I loved it too.

I did want to strangle Nathaniel but he came around eventually.

[free-for-all-fics]

Obscure Characters List - Male Edition (N-Z)

Obscure Characters I love for some reason (N-Z). (By obscure I mean characters that have little to no fanfic written about them. Not necessarily characters nobody’s ever heard of.) Don’t ask me to explain why. UPDATED: Tumblr is being a butt about post length or something so I’m splitting up the lists.

N

Nigel Billingsley (Jumanji 2 and 3)

Night’s Cavalry (Elden Ring)

Nothing (The Night House)

P

Pazuzu (The Exorcist)

Pierre Despereaux (Psych)

Prince Anton Voytek (Vampire 1974)

Prince Escalus (Romeo and Juliet, no particular adaptation)

Prince Quartus (Stardust)

Prince Septimus (Stardust)

Professor Petrie/Phantom of the Opera (Phantom of the Opera 1962)

Peter Quint (Turn of the Screw, the book and maybe some other adaptations. Not the Bly Manor Flanagan show.)

R

Reese Kelly (Scarlet Hollow)

Rene Belloq (Indiana Jones, Raiders of the Lost Ark)

Roland Voight (Hellraiser 2022)

Ronin (Star Trek)

Rorschach (Watchmen)

Rupert Giles (Buffy the Vampire Slayer)

Rusty Nail (Joyride trilogy)

S

Salem Saberhagen (Sabrina the Teenage Witch)

Sam Wayne (Scarlet Hollow)

Silver Surfer/Norrin Radd (Fantastic Four: Rise of the Silver Surfer)

Simon Jarrett (SOMA)

Sir Lancelot (Night at the Museum 3)

Sportacus (LazyTown)

Starscourge Radahn (Elden Ring)

STEM (Upgrade)

Sutter Cane (In the Mouth of Madness)

T

Thantos DuBaer (Twitches 1 and 2)

The Auditor (Hellraiser: Judgment)

The Babadook (The Babadook)

The Black Knight Ghost (Scooby Doo 2 Monsters Unleashed)

The Curator (Dark Pictures Anthology)

The Designer (Devil’s Carnival 2)

The Djinn/Nathaniel Demerest/Professor Joel Barash/Steven Verdel (Wishmaster series)

The Faun (Pan’s Labyrinth)

The Fox (The Little Prince 1974)

The Jester (The Jester, A Short Horror Film series)

The Kinderfänger (Crypt TV)

The Knight/Tarhos Kovács (Dead by Daylight)

The Look-See (Crypt TV)

The Man (Carnival of Souls)

The Merman (Cabin In The Woods)

The Metal Killer (Stage Fright 2014)

The Mirror (Oculus)

The Narrator (Stanley Parable)

The Other (Hellfest)

The Phantom (Phantom Manor)

The Projectionist (Pearl)

The T-1000/Cop (Terminator 2, Terminator Genisys)

The Tall Man/The Entity (It Follows)

The Thing (The Thing 1982)

The Torn Prince/Royce Clayton (Thirteen Ghosts remake)

The Torso/James “Jimmy” Gambino (Thirteen Ghosts remake)

Thomas Alexander “Alex” Upton (TAU)

Tiger Mask/Dave (You’re Next)

Tommy Ross (Carrie, 1976)

V

Valak (The Conjuring)

Valdack and his real world counterpart (Black Mirror)

Van Pelt (Jumanji 2)

Venable (Wrong Turn 2021)

Viktor (Underworld series)

Viktor Frankenstein/Dr. Whale (Once Upon a Time)

Vladislaus Dracula (Van Helsing 2004)

W

Wade Thornton (Nancy Drew, Ghost of Thornton Hall)

Wesley Wyndam-Pryce (Buffy the Vampire Slayer)

Westley/Dread Pirate Roberts (The Princess Bride)

Wildwind/Dark Skull, Stormy Weathers, and Lightning Strikes (Scooby Doo and the Legend of the Vampire)

“William”/The Headless Figure (Crypt TV)

William “Billy” Butcherson (Hocus Pocus 1 and 2)

X

Xenan the Centaur (Xena Warrior Princess)

[lupinedreaming]

Bless @your-mxnd-is-mxne for listening to me being feral for Djinn/Nathaniel for two days straight

[reviewsthatburn]

THE RING OF SOLOMON features the djinn Bartimaeus, narrator of the Bartimaeus Trilogy, thousands of years earlier when he was enslaved to a magician working for King Solomon.

Bartimaeus discusses details about the world (both important and of importance only to him) in an upbeat, irreverent style. He does most things with irreverence, quippy to the utmost, with cheer and frustration alternating depending on the circumstances. I wish that fatphobia wasn't part of his banter. It's not often, but it happens enough that it got to be rather frustrating. 

Full Review at Link

[littleliteraturersj]

Uh oh, it's shitty doodle time! *gesturing with hand* And here we have a terribly drawn tease of future outfit fluffy orange robe for our sassy djinn (Turns out it's really in this season); AKA Wishmaster AKA Nathaniel "I'm Better Than You" Demarest, which will be featured in my main Ao3 Slasher Roommates fanfic entitled: "House of Horrors: Director's Cut".

[zombie-bitez]

Random Djinn/Nathaniel Demerest H/C’s

Just some H/C’s because he’s a comfort character and I love him <3

*He has a forked tongue but he can interchange it with a normal one at will.

*It’s actually very tiring and energy draining for him to wear his ‘meat suit’.So as long as no one but you can see him,he’s just in his true form.During that time in solitary confinement when he was in prison,he was in his true form to save energy,as nobody could see him.

*His claws are retractable,kinda like a cats claws.

*His dogs have names that can only be pronounced in an ancient and dead language so he lets you nickname them something for speaking purposes

*The tentacle things on his head can grow and retract,he can control them.

*Gifts you the fire opal in the form of your choice of jewelry.

*You can wish for anything you want with no twists,screw-ups or repercussions, he does it by choice not by being bound by the prophecy.

*Teaches you about the different cultures he’s experienced and spills a few secrets of the ancient world.

*He’ll Call most,if not all human things and traditions boring,useless or insignificant but he actually finds humans very strange and interesting creatures, Albeit stupid.

*He can cook very well and knows how to cook literally anything.

*The only ‘pet names’ he gives you are in his native language.

*snarky,sarcastic asshole ALL.OF.THE.TIME.

*doesn’t understand privacy at all.

[seph7]

Andrew Divoff as Nathaniel Demerest/The Djinn in Wishmaster (1997) - Part 4.

[caffsrandomspace]

This evil man

*points at my fave*

I love him.