#af butler

[carnevol]

[ionlymadethissoicouldleaveanask]

Imagine this.

You are a Butler. Not a butler, but a Butler. In fact, you're probably the most impressive member of what was already an incredibly storied line of elite bodyguards. You are in your late 30s, taking charge of a prepubescent child who has just lost his father and whose mother is all but comatose in her despondence. The thing is, this kid is… weird.

Rather than sit in his room and cry, like a twelve year old should after being left practically orphaned, this twelve year old plots. He schemes. He pulls off a series of crimes to keep his family’s supplies filled with ill-gotten funds, as is custom… but he’s twelve. Even in a family of criminal geniuses, this kid takes the cake.

Finally your young charge starts to talk about something that real life twelve year olds talk about - fairies. He’s practically obsessed with them. Talks about them day in and day out. Yes, he’s hitting his “fairy stage” a little later than most kids, but it actually feels right… he’s clinging to his childhood, the one he felt like he lost when he lost his father.

Then one day he calls you to his father’s study. He has a smile on his face, but it’s not the smile of a child. It’s small, contemplative, cold… predatory.

“Butler,” he says, staring past your eyes and almost into your mind itself, “gas up the jet. We have some business to conduct in Ho Chi Minh City.”

You find that odd, but it’s certainly far from the oddest request he’s made. “Certainly,” you reply. Your voice is crisp and clear; all business, no fluff. “What business do we have to conduct, Master Artemis?”

Artemis grins again, and you can almost see his canines grow longer as if they yearn for blood. “Why Butler, I expected better from you,” he says, and you almost forget that it’s abnormal for a highly intelligent, highly qualified grown man to feel like an idiot beside an actual child.

His smile doesn’t waver but somehow the air in the room grows colder when leans forward and explains, “We’re going to have a talk with a fairy.”

From any other child this would be nothing more than a flight of fancy. From this child, though?

You subconsciously reach out to pat the Sig Sauer holstered under your left arm, a rare nervous tick from the man who feared nothing. Almost nothing, anyway.

“Of course, Master Artemis,” you answer, because Artemis Fowl has never experienced a flight of fancy in his life. If he says that you’re going to meet a fairy…

All that’s left for you is to wonder what they’ll look like.

[artemis-fowl-angst]

How Artemis’s sees butler

How everyone else sees butler

[aust-een]

Holy moly I’m-

[sidsinning]

He's so real for this omg

[localclownbaby]

reincarnation AU where ciel just doesn't know how to fucking dress himself and has no sense of style before Sebastian comes back. the usual route would be to make him this stylish CEO in black suits but I stand by my hc that he would just wear like.... a gray t-shirt. some pants. some shoes. ofc they are expensive af but he just doesn't care how he looks. he just can't do business naked yk.

and then Sebastian is back and is like 'girl what are you wearing? we're going shopping right this second, you will not embarrass me as my employer'

[dakotadraws06]

MY TIER PACKAGE CAME IN THE MAIL TODAY RJCISJRNCKKXND

CANON IRENE YALL OMG SHES SO GORGEOUS I COULD CRY THANK YOU SO SO MUCH @lackadaisycats SHE LOOKS PERFECT THANK YOU TRACY!!

[valhelos]

Meme day!

[artemis-fowl-angst]

Ask and ye shall receive, MORE BABIES!

@fowltempered

Pose references are all from mellon_soup on patreon, their art has single-handedly pulled me out of art block.

[aust-een]

A close up.

[ausssbutlershortstories]

A throwback to one of my favorite looks. Them fake tattoos he had for Bikeriders really made him even hotter 🔥😩

[artemis-fowl-angst]

the babies