#evil butler

[requiem-black]

Downton Wars: Part I & II

I've been a Downton Abbey fan for years and just learned of the existence of this!!!! It's so unbelievably hilarious 🤣🤣🤣

[unikornu]

Marni Halloween grounds opened so.....yep, also got my T10 so...yay

[EU] Unikornu

[fnrrfygmschnish]

Random drawing idea that came to mind last week, purely based on the fact that "butter" and "butLer" are only one letter apart. So... instead of peanut butter, you get a peanut butler.

Drew this guy last night, then got around to inking and scanning him just now.

And whoops, turns out he's the "if somebody got murdered in the big fancy mansion, the butler did it" kind of butler. 😅

[dracona11687]

A new beginning

When she was a child she dreamt of freedom. She dreamt of climbing mountains and fulfilling dreams. Elmira had dreamt of joining her friend Luda in everything. Elmira sighed from her bed. As she thought back to when she had been a foolish child. Back when she had been free and strong. Now each year she grew weaker and she cursed every labored breath of life. She struggled to take in. Her legs no longer strong enough to carry her and her days filled with many books. She hated it. She wanted to run, to walk, and most of all she a wanted to dance and fight. Her best friend Luda had left her and joined the army years ago. Luda had fulfilled her dream of joining the Lutveian armada. Elmira still had pictures of her best friend in her fatigues grinning from ear to ear and her scales shining in elaborate patterns. Elmira was jealous she would be the first to admit it. Who wouldn’t be when one was trapped in a bed while the other got to travel the universe defending her people and fighting for their laws. But today was the day she would finally prove her suspicions. That the servants were poisoning her for some reason. She could feel it every time she took the medicine. She would get weaker for a day then regain her strength a few hours later. 

“Ms, Elmira it’s time for your special medicine.” Yulper her personal servant said. 

Yulper was a tall young man only a few years older than Elmira and far more trusting. He would give her whatever the servants gave him. If they told him it was medicine then to him it was. 

“Thank you.” Elmira replied as she swallowed the poison into a storage pouch, her people had evolved, that resided at the back of her throat. Her scales while elaborately patterned lacked the glow it had years ago. Bright red had faded into a dull reddish pink and turquoise into a pale robin’s egg blue. The emerald green dots and lines that once shone like gems upon her flesh are now dull like jade. She was a shadow of her old self but she was made clever from years of reading and today she might just begin to glow again not right away. It would take awhile before she would escape this gilded prison. If she could escape further dosings. Her mother and father before their deaths had been scientists, scholars, and doctors of many fields. She’d had unrestricted access over the years regardless of what Bulington, the head butler, wanted. 

She was still head of the house regardless of her health. Elmira began to fake a slumber a her personal servant left her room. She waited until the door closed before spitting out her medicine into the waste disposal unite kept next to her bed. Afterwards she fell into a real slumber and awoke hours later feeling a little better than she had after she fallen asleep rather than weak as a kitten as she usually did. That night Elmira came to a decision. Over the weeks she began to get better. She gained the strength to stumble into the bathroom. She began to hide her improving coloration over the weeks with a fine white powder. She hid her improvement until she was healthy. Finally, months passed and she was ready to leave. She washed off the fine white powder. Revealing brightly colored and elaborate patterns with a few new colors added onto the old pattern. She knew she wouldn’t improve any further until she left the mansion. She would have to leave with no supplies though. Into the wilderness that surrounded the mansion that could be deadly. It would still be better than being poisoned by people that she was meant to trust. She was ever more grateful that she was a Lamatee and that the mansion wasn’t designed to keep Lamatee in. Well that and that her species evolved to fall from great heights. As Elmira fell from the window. She realized just how bad an idea jumping out the window had been. She remained silent as she fell though. She collapsed as she hit the ground but other than a few bruises she was unharmed her scales had hardened and brightened over the months. Just as she had hoped.

 She knew the bright violet patterns showed that she had been poisoned and recovered. The sharpness of the angles and thickness of the lines being a tell of how severe and how long the recovery took. Her body was covered in these patterns. Thin as a thread in some places and in others thick as her wrist. All of them a bright toxic violet. All of them telling her the truth. What mattered though was that she was free from her traitorous staff. She moved through the forest with silent stealth. Her limbs shook, her heart beat heavily in her chest, and in the darkness a dozen beings watched her for the moment they could pick her off. But at long last she was free. She knew now what had been done to her by the patterns upon her body. Elmira knew now the terror the people she had trusted had wrought upon her and though her heart burned with betrayal. Elmira would return to deal with the staff someday. At the moment though she would focus on leaving the traitors behind to live her life.  She moved forward until her limbs could no longer carry her. Then as the night passed the forest encompassed her until her still form was no longer seen. Elmira had no choice but to shut her eyes as a leaf covered vine moved slowly over them.

The Forest was silent as various creatures picked off the butler’s and maids who left the mansion to search for their missing mistress. They would get none of the fortune if she remains an impure beast. At least that had been what Bulington told them. But fewer chose to search for her as they heard the screams of those who left. After Elmira’s Parents had died Bulington had fired all but a few of the nonhuman residents. He had assumed control of the household in all but name and many believed he might have been siphoning off the Mistress’ inheritance. But that had been put to a stop rather forcefully when Elmira had been in decent health to fight back. Then she had fallen ill and he had insisted on giving her what they all thought to be an exotic medicine. After all none of them knew the difference between the patterns of sickness and the patterns of poison in Lamatee scale coloration. It was after that when the mistress had progressively grown weaker over the years. All but Bulington had no clue as to what was wrong. The man himself wasn’t talking. He did insist however; that Mistress Elmira be found at all cost. Only a few knew the truth of what was happening to her. That the “exotic” medicine was only a medicine to a few species. Bulington had made sure to fire them. He knew the girl possessed something different from her parents though. The girl had been far too wary of him even from his early years working for the family. Neither of her parents had the same scale colorations as her, but his former master and mistress hadn’t seen what he did to them. The forest responded to her in a way it never should. Roots would move to keep from tripping her and even the animals that ought to have eaten her would never bare fang or claw at her. In Bulington’s eyes she was a monster. Tonight only proved it. Noone could leave the house without being accosted.

As the sun rose upon the forest. The great entity peeled itself back from the small bone thin form of a girl barely in her teens. Her scales glimmered in the sunlight. Reds, greens, violets, and blues. It was as if her great serpent ancestor had descended upon them once more. The Lamatee child blinked awake at the gentle rumble of one of the forest’s inhabitants. A great horned liger. A gentle rumble rolled through it. the massive beast dropped a small antelope before her. Bright red-gold horns curled around it’s skull like a goats. The power behind it’s leonine shape visible for all. It eyed the girl’s frail form. Even the feathers that made up her hair showed how poor her health had been, but Lamatee tended to prefer their meat under done. So hopefully the ligress would not need to find a dragon to feed this cub. As brittle as the child appeared to be. 

She used her massive paw to nudge the child. After all, the forest wanted her to protect this child and she would. 

[tatakaeeren]

"My name isn't "moleface", It's Vincent Phantomhive"

[existingtm]

THE SHITTENING IS HERE

[thatgirlonstage]

Sorry to be incoherent black butler brainrot on main but I am never not thinking about this panel. There are about a million ways Sebastian could’ve killed this woman. Plenty of them much easier. Literally all he had to do was toss one of his forks at her forehead or whatever. She’s just a human scientist she has no physical defense against him. But no. No. This motherfucker went “I am going to inhale the mustard gas+ that this woman abused and deceived her own daughter into creating and then exhale it directly into her face while gently cradling her and telling her in no uncertain terms that this is revenge for harming my master. I am going to take the thing that is hers, her lover’s, and her daughter’s creation, the thing she cares about most in the world, and use it to kill her as painfully and slowly and personally as circumstances allow.” Christ. Sebastian “demons don’t have emotions” Michaelis you are fooling no one.

[rcbertleckie]

AUSTIN BUTLER as GALE 'BUCK' CLEVEN MASTERS OF THE AIR · part two

[blackbutler-sideblog]

The fact we didn’t get to see it in the new season is a tragedy.

[maracllea]

He can be controlled.

[philosophybits]

Those who commit acts of violence are surely responsible for them; they are not dupes or mechanisms of an impersonal social force, but agents with responsibility. On the other hand, these individuals are formed, and we would be making a mistake if we reduced their actions to purely self-generated acts of will or symptoms of individual pathology of 'evil'.

Judith Butler, Precarious Life

[cangrellesteponme]

i don't think wonderland is ready for those alices

[kindaferret]

He bab but he also shoot

[plague-of-insomnia]

I don’t know why this is such a difficult concept for the fandom to grasp.

[starmocha]

I'm not saying I manifested this, but... 🙂

[visenyaism]

my evil dark urge being a necromancer is so fun conceptually. hit in head so hard you become the first bhaalspawn myrkulite