#foaly

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[joellalovestoread]

I know most the fandom doesn’t approve of The Atlantis Complex, but can we get an f in the chat for Arty in that book? Like, he’s suffering from a severe mental illness and mulch is like, “bro this is such good comedy material”

and not to mention that Foaly started saying “may the fours be with you” EVERY TIME HE SAW HIM SINCE HE STARTED WITH DR ARGON.

seriously tho- #atlantis complex awareness

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Artemis Fowl - Alex Rider Crossover #43

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[ven-ugh]

I finished this thing that I’ve started like a month and I’m still surprised nobody did that before

[fowlblue]

I felt violently compelled after listening to Book 1 again to take a crack at designing Foaly- I love him dearly, he’s such a funny guy. He’s doing a big old stretch- working at computer monitors all day has got to be rough on your back.

I imagine he’s not entirely horse-like, he has some goat components (he is mentioned to have horns, after all), hence the split hooves and tufts of fur. He also has a unicorn-esq tail cause it’s fun to envision swishing around.

[orangerosebush]

TEC

TLG

[dykemcqueen]

everyone's favorite clowns

[themundanemudperson]

memes for fowlfest day 1

[anna-undaunted]

Foaly my beloved

[af-answers]

Artemis if you could live anywhere in the world that's NOT Ireland, where would you live?

Artemis: An intriguing question... my first instinct would be France: I have friends there, and Mother often vacations there-- but with further consideration, I might choose Haven, if a visa could be acquired--

Foaly: Absolutely bloody not! I love you Mud boy, but after all you put the People through--

Holly: I could probably pull some strings.

[astraeajackson]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY ARTEMIS FOWL YOU ABSOLUTE GENIUS AND MY RELUCTANTLY REFORMED CRIMINAL MASTERMIND NO MATTER WHAT MYLES SAYS HE WILL NEVER BE BETTER THAN YOU POOKIE YOU'VE BEEN THROUGH ENOUGH SO ENJOY YOUR FIVE YEARS CHILLING IN SPACE WITH BUTLER

FAV ARTEMIS FOWL QUOTE: if i win, i'm a prodigy. if i lose, then i'm crazy. that's the way history is written.

[joellalovestoread]

Forever obsessed with the fact that upon decoding the gnomish message at the bottom of the pages of the last guardian, you shall find Artemis’s will. In said will, you will find that Artemis has left his plans for the Interstellar to Foaly.

“why is this significant enough for me to love it so much?” why, lovely reader, what a wonderful question!

I love it so much because he made it only accessible if you go through a series of movements, and then say, “Artemis is smarter than I am.”

my god. Even when planning his legacy this guy will continue forcing Foaly to embarrass himself for his own amusement. Even though Arty won’t even be around.

Artemis fowl II is a legend. No doubt about it.

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Artemis Fowl - Alex Rider Crossover #42

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[ven-ugh]

I feel too bad to draw anything new (thanks to eating disorder😍😍) so I decided to dump some of my old sketches

Holly🤲

Butlers with Foaly

And *COUGH*Julius*COUGH*🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️

[spiritandthephantoms]

Foaly, at Julius' grave: Our friends are doing pretty well for themselves. Holly is one of the most infamous LEP commanders in Haven history.

Trouble: And I'm pretty sure Artemis is running a cult.

[ionlymadethissoicouldleaveanask]

Disaster

Monday

"Hey Holly, have you seen Trouble recently? I've got a few questions for him," Foaly said as he clopped past Commodore Short's open office door, staring at the holographic 3D render of his latest mechanical brainchild and absentmindedly munching on a bag of something sugary that Caballine would seriously reprimand him for eating.

Holly stiffened slightly in her chair. "Last I knew, Commander Kelp was in his office," she answered. Her words were short and clipped, even for her, and she started agitatedly clicking her pen open and shut several times and obsessively pushing a strand of auburn hair out of her eyes roughly enough that Foaly almost wondered if it owed her money.

Foaly looked up from his work, his brow furrowing slightly. "Commander, eh?" There was definitely a story there. A story which Holly no doubt did not want to tell him. A story that any respecting colleague would leave politely unacknowledged. Unfortunately for Holly, Foaly was not a colleague but a friend, and friendship afforded certain amounts of nosiness. "So... you two broke up again I take it?" he asked with a grin.

"That is none of your business," came the terse reply, quickly chased by the loud thud of Holly's office door being kicked shut in his face.

Foaly stood there in silence for a moment and let his hair settle back in place, then started for Trouble's office with a chuckle.

Thursday

Holly propped herself up on the workbench as Foaly tinkered with her Neutrino. She felt like the charges were somehow pulling to the left. Foaly had explained to her in no uncertain terms that this was impossible - along with several rounds of "How did you get in here"s and "I have more important work to do than this"es - but somehow she still managed to get him to crack open the casing.

"See?" the centaur declared haughtily. "Nothing wrong here." Then he put himself between her and the blaster so that she wouldn't see him swap out the broken crystal that was probably to blame for her charges leaving the barrel wonky. She didn't need to know that she was right - it would only ever go to her head, after all.

Luckily, Holly wasn't watching very closely. She leaned back on the workbench and tossed an object into the air - an object that was decidedly too delicate to be treated thusly, Foaly noted with a snort of frustration. "Your toys keep getting fancier," she grumbled quietly. "Lighter-weight, less obtrusive, DNA-coded..." She almost managed to sound like all of the considerable advancements he had put into her standard-issue LEP equipment were a problem. "I miss the feel of a blaster in my hand. I miss -"

Whatever further indictment she was most likely about to level at his work was, thankfully, cut short by the chirp of an incoming transmission. Foaly gratefully accepted the video call immediately. "Trubs, good to see you!" he said with a wide grin.

Commander Kelp visibly bristled. "Call me that again and I'll sign you up for combat training with new cadets," he growled, and for a moment Foaly almost could have sworn that he was talking to Julius Root. On the screen, Trouble heaved a heavy sigh and continued. "The Council is breathing down my necks about the new design for the Spectrometer - do you have any... oh."

Foaly's brow furrowed in confusion again until he realized that the Commander wasn't looking at him anymore. He was looking over his shoulder. At Holly.

Suddenly the genius felt rather foolish. "Oh, erm... right. Sorry, I forgot that you two were..." he stammered, the words surprisingly intelligible despite the fact that they were being spoken around the hoof he had so aggressively shoved into his mouth. He looked back and forth between Trouble's projection and Holly sitting behind him on his worktable, wondering whether this was going to explode in his face or freeze all of his instruments up.

"You look good in that color," Trouble finally said. Flustered, Foaly's mind searched for some kind of response to that.

"I wear this color every day," Holly cut him off, and the centaur took a moment to be glad his smart mouth had been uncharacteristically slow in that moment.

Trouble shrugged and grinned. "Then I guess you look good every day."

If Foaly didn't know better, he would have thought he saw Holly's cheeks turn a faint shade of pink as she rolled her eyes dramatically. "Foaly, I have to get back to work," she said, snatching her reassembled blaster out of his hands and heading for the exit. "I'll talk to you later!" she called over her shoulder as the automatic doors swished shut behind her.

When Foaly turned back to the screen, the visage of the stoic elf upon it looked almost wistful. *Wistful* was not a word often attributed to the likes of Trouble Kelp. When he cleared his throat, Trouble started and looked almost bashfully at the tech whiz.

"Right, sorry," he said, using that word probably for the first time in the past five years. "I, uh... I have to go." Without another word he ended the call, leaving Foaly alone once more in his lab.

"You two are ridiculous," the centaur muttered to himself, then did his best to put them out of his mind.

Saturday

Foaly's home was a disaster zone - the kids, Mori and Caval, were in a particularly destructive state of their development and Foaly had never exactly been the best at organizing to begin with. Still, it wasn't the state of disarray that was bothering him... it was that no one had called him all day.

The centaur didn't think himself vain, per se... but he liked feeling like nothing could be done without him and knowing that he was the smartest fairy in any given room. He particularly enjoyed rubbing it in everyone's faces when they couldn't solve a problem without him. And yet here he was, actually enjoying his weekend without having to groan his way through a tech support call from Holly or a dressing-down on how far he had gone past his quarterly LEP budget.

Something about this was… wrong.

“Caballine, have you heard from Holly recently?” he called out. He wasn’t actually sure where his wife was at the moment, but he had long-suspected she had developed some kind of super hearing, as she always seemed to know when he was speaking. She always seemed to know everything, but that was beside the point. “She hasn’t tried to call me even once today. It’s odd.”

Caballine poked her head into the kitchen from her exercise room, her beautiful face pink with exertion and a bead of sweat hanging delicately on her perfect brow. Foaly took a moment to appreciate the fact that he had, somehow, managed to marry the most incredible creature ever born on or under the earth. That moment passed and the pleasant smile on his face turned to an expression of utter confusion when Caballine answered, “Yes, she’s on the surface for the weekend. Didn’t I tell you that?”

If there was one thing that Foaly, Genius Inventor (according to his personal business cards, at least) didn’t enjoy, it was being kept out of the loop. “Nobody told me,” he said, sounding not unlike a petulant child. “What is she doing up there?”

“Getting married,” Caballine answered as casually as if she were discussing the weather.

Foaly’s face turned bright red. “Married?” he almost shrieked. “To who?”

Then his wife smiled at him, and even in his agitated state it made Foaly’s stomach flutter. “You’re the genius,” she prodded playfully. “You figure it out.” Then she disappeared back into the exercise room.

Foaly stared at the wall, his mind reeling. Holly was getting married. Holly wasn’t even dating anyone, she couldn’t -

And that was when it hit him. Holly was getting married. And Trouble hadn’t tried calling him all day.

The centaur ran a hand through his hair and let out a tired sigh. “This is going to be a disaster,” he grumbled to himself.