semper fidelis.

edwin jarvis, earth 616. affilated rp blog.

[mightiestbutler]

「𝓙」» EDWIN JARVIS / MARVEL COMICS

⭑ *tips bowler hat to you* 

⭑ earth’s mightiest butler, serving earth’s mightiest heroes. the impeccable jarvis is always ready to assist!

⭑ excessively british for someone born in brooklyn. served in the RAF during WWII ( although this could be reconned to some other war ) and likely picked up his mannerisms and accent, as well as his buttling skills in the UK.

⭑ don’t call him Jeeves, Bates, Niles, etc. he will annoyed. ( Actually, please do, for me )

⭑ known for his kind demeanor and loyalty to his masters. he’s just an absolute sweetheart. 10/10

⭑ the most valid avenger. butler. avengler?

⭑ has a lot on his mind, but he usually keeps it to himself. he tends to observe but keep his opinions and thoughts secret. after all, “it’s his place to serve, not question”. he is a literal hero but he sees himself as merely the hired help. :’) he deserves a raise and a decent break.

⭑ aesthetic: libraries with fireplaces, having tea late at night, reading while no-one else is up.

⭑ a literature nerd. well-read. articulate. may use archaic language sometimes to troll you. but seriously, feel free to discuss literature with him! he loves it when he can debate philosophy in the works of the english canon.

[mightiestbutler]

babelbane​:

  Once again, the gentleman took a moment to grapple with his thoughts. Even though Vanitas posed the suggestion seemingly without room for rebuttal, he expected the man to eventually argue against the tyranny imposed upon him, as most normally did when confronted with Vanitas’ special brand of impudence – but to his surprise, the other actually agreed, albeit with regret weighting on his words.

“Excellent! You need not worry about a thing, old fellow. But if you happen to lose your lunch, do try to point it away from me! Haha!” Although in bad taste, he merely jested, of course – but he figured it worth mentioning just in case something unfortunate like that did end up happening.

Leading the way, Vanitas turned from the man to join the end of the line. Many of those queued up for the ride were taller than him, so he stood tiptoe to scout ahead and get an estimation of how long it would be until their turn. Though so congested, the line moved at a steady pace, but it would still take a moment to get to the front.

Lowering himself back onto his heels, he motioned for the man to join his side in line. “Since we have a while to wait, I suppose introductions are in order. I am Vanitas. What is your name?”

Why... why was Vantias like this? Every word that came from the youth’s mouth made Jarvis more and more uncomfortable. Especially the... uh.. colorful comments about Jarvis... oh, never mind. And just like that, Jarvis was unfortunately back in the line albeit farther along than he was. The pace was steady, much to the older man’s dismay. Great. The poor butler was left back basically where the interaction had started. 

Watching as the kid raised himself up on tiptoes to get a time estimate, Jarvis says nothing. He wonders why he was talked into this. Cowardice? Honor? He didn’t know. The way that Vantias says that Jarvis needn’t about anything made him more worried about everything. Everything that Vantias could say that was meant to be reassuring had the opposite effect on him. 

The moments of peace caused by the distracted youth were shortlived. Vantias had mentioned for him, and Jarvis came. He found himself standing in line with the young chap, wishing he had a plausible excuse for leaving. Right now.

With Vantias stating his name, Jarvis feels it’s only right to answer in turn. ❝My name is Jarvis. Edwin Jarvis. It’s a... right pleasure to meet you, young sir.❞ It actually wasn’t a pleasure, but Jarvis was all about that polite British mannerism. He was actually a dual-citizen of both America and the UK, but Vantias didn’t need to know that. If he had a bowler hat with him, he’d be tipping it. 

As long as doesn’t get called “Jeeves”, Jarvis supposes he’ll be alright with whatever nickname came out of the lad’s mouth.

[mightiestbutler]

❝At least when one gets internet access here, annoying councilmen, senators and other members of American government aren’t emailing you every five seconds regarding questions regarding the way that the Avengers operate.❞ 

He’s mainly talking about experiences HE’S had.

[rpmemedumpster]

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[mightiestbutler]

divine-crossroads​:

It was hot out.

Honestly, if he was back home, it’d be the perfect day to drive or take the train out to the beach with his friends, where their company would be enough to distract him from…well, everything. They weren’t here though, and he hadn’t seen Jakurai or Ramuda in a little while, which meant he was on his own.

Certainly it was a little upsetting, but it also meant he could go out and explore and take more notes. Was it hot for a reason, or did this place just have a normal cycle of time like anywhere else? In that case, did it mean time was passing without him? What did the people who just naturally live here do during this kind of weather? Honestly, it was all too confusing to really stop and think about, but it was important to record his observations anyways.

…until he was stopped to think, but he didn’t mind. Yotsutsuji could easily tell he was being polite and checking in, which prompted him to smile a bit sheepishly and rub the back of his neck.

“Oh, yes! I’m alright, just…looking around on my own, I suppose. I don’t know all too many people here yet.” He answered, taking another moment to look the man over and…

…was he wearing a full suit? In this weather?

“…I appreciate the check in, though. I’d love a cold drink - I think you could probably use one too, even. It must be even worse for you to walk around in this heat!”

❝Splendid! I shall forthwith prepare your-❞ Jarvis suddenly cuts himself off. The young lad’s comment made him realize how silly he must be. Wearing a full suit when it was like, 200 degrees Fahrenheit outside? He was a full-time butler!  When would he have time for leisure-wear? His rare, but well-deserved, breaks perhaps. The Avengers actually force him to have a break every once and a while. If it weren’t for that, Jarvis wonders if all of his time would be dedicated to them. He had spent most of his adult life around super heroes. He was well-trusted, to the point of Captain America ( Steve Rogers ) claiming that he, Jarvis, is as much an Avenger as the rest of the team. Professionalism was all he ever knew. 

Jarvis chuckles a bit, a surprising gesture coming from the man who is usually tightly wound and unflappable. He actually manages to crack a small smile.  ❝Oh, heh, I suppose it is worse for me. I was just so focused on you, young man, that I completely forgot about myself.  ‘Tis the price one pays for a professional appearance...❞

The hints about Jarvis’ occupation are growing pretty apparent.

The older man gives Yotsutsuji a knowing look, that same small smile upon his lips. ❝I am a butler, young lad. For better or for worse, I have a strict dress code that I must adhere to.❞ The jovial moment was gone in a flash, and Jarvis was back to business. ❝Now, I forgot to ask... What would you care for? Lemonade? Water? Tea? Those... sodas the youth seem to enjoy?❞

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[mightiestbutler]

how does it feel to be loved by you?

it feels like home.

you're the kind of person that makes people feel safe. you probably couldn't be intimidating if you tried, but that doesn't matter. what matters is your kindness and compassion, your innate way of making people feel happy. you're so good at taking care of everybody else, but don't forget to take care of yourself, too! you deserve the same love you give so freely.

[animatedtext]

[mightiestbutler]

which tragic character from ancient greek literature are you?

patroclus.

you are patroclus, from the iliad by homer, doomed by fate to be stuck in a love story that has no place on the battlefield. although you always have the best intentions, you have to realize you cannot save everyone. your unwavering loyalty means you often lose yourself in the process of putting others first. take a deep breath, remember who you are, and that you are deserving of the same love you try to put out. you are kind, you are strong, and you give and you give but it is never enough to protect those you love. in the end, it's not even enough to protect yourself.

[mightiestbutler]

what character trope are you?

The Mentor.

A more experienced advisor or confidante to a young, inexperienced character, particularly to a hero. You are seen as an old soul by your peers and you have a natural quirk of wanting to take care of others. You seem to be the most mature of your friends and you love giving them advice. You seem to have a lot of experience with trouble and the woes of the world, but you know how to handle what life throws at you.

[mightiestbutler]

babelbane​:

  The rescued gentleman appeared shaken as he struggled to find his voice, nervously dabbing away the sweat that beaded on his forehead. When he did finally speak, Vanitas found the explanation for his fright to be rather dull, and his shoulders drooped alongside his boisterous attitude.

“Your stomach? Is that all? If that’s what you were worried about, I must wonder why you got in line in the first place.” Well, that wasn’t interesting at all! He did not much care for the other’s gratitude, either; he had wanted to see what the hubbub was about, and now that he had his answer, he could not leave this as a simple good deed. As is his nature, he was compelled to wring all the ‘good’ from his actions.

“You know, old fellow,” he started again, seeming to have perked back up – such could only spell bad news for the man. “Since I saved you, that means you owe me. Here’s what I’m thinking: give the ride another try. I’ll even accompany you.” Vanitas stated the fact as if that somehow made the situation better, when his presence clearly only made things much worse. “So, how about it?”

Perhaps Jarvis should have lied and said, aye, he was afraid of heights. The answer that he gave seemed to have disappoint the youth. The drooping shoulders to have indicated that. Jarvis was then belittled, rather mercilessly he may add, by the young man. 

 ❝Erm...❞ He didn’t have a proper defense for himself. Vantias must think he is so foolish.  ❝I don’t know, I just don’t know.❞ He admitted in defeat, casting a sorrowful look down at his feet. He was prepared for the onslaught of laughter bound to erupt from the adolescent. Except, surprisingly, it didn’t come. Instead, the kid was going on and on about how he was owed a favor from Jarvis. Honor before reason, Jarvis supposes, as he cannot find a reason to say that no... Jarvis didn't owe Vantias anything.

❝You did indeed save me, young man. Thus it is only fair that - Wait, what?❞ Jarvis’ head snapped back up. The aforementioned disappointment seemed to have disappeared, and the older man felt himself growing uneasy. There was a twinkle in the eye that Jarvis didn’t like. Not only that, Jarvis HAD to return the favor... apparently. The request was even worse. Get back in line, and go on the ride with him. The butler was speechless for a moment, unable for form a coherent response. 

After all the trouble to NOT get on the ride, his mischievous acquaintance is basically forcing him to go. Good lord, what was he to do now? I really have no desire to do this, but it is true... this young man technically saved me, despite there no need for doing so. If this person was an Avenger, I would do whatever was asked of me, including the ride, with no questions. Can I say the same for this fellow? His thoughts were swirling.

There was no helping it, was there? ❝...fine. If that is what you wish, than I shall go along with it - despite my reservations.❞ He regretted the words as soon as they were out of his mouth.

[mightiestbutler]

❝A summer festival? Shall I prepare the wines and whatnot?❞

[mightiestbutler]

drakenvoice​:

His face shows a bit of confusion. 

 “Jeeves? why would I say such a thing? Is that…some sort of insult to the staff members?” he asks, because Inuart can’t help but ask. After years of not knowing, it was annoying to still not know anything about anything. His knowledge, his education hasn’t prepared him for anything like this. 

 “It sounds rather…crass.” now that he puts a second of thought into it. 

 He shakes his head. Never mind that. 

 “I know of…some chemistry, I know how to make potions for healing. But I doubt the ingredients are common here. Much less magical ingredients.” being in the army and one who had to keep everyone shit together Inuart had to learn a lot more things like dressing wounds. Mercy killing…there were perhaps too much to learn in a short amount of time.. And sometimes acting as ruller when his friends could barely get out of bed. The princess was certainly in no state to handle affairs as well. 

Furia… 

❝Ah.❞ Jarvis probably should have added more context. Luckily for Inaurt, Jarvis had the time and composure to explain.  Removing one hand from behind his back, he holds up a pointer finger. Get ready for a lengthy explanation. ❝Hark, and you shall receive an answer for your curiosities. You see, there is a character in literature who is a lot like me. The aforementioned “Jeeves”, he’s a British valet. A personal gentleman’s gentleman...❞

and not a butler. Technically, Jarvis isn’t a valet - but he may be confused for one, much to his chagrin. Jarvis takes his job, and the technicalities of it very seriously... ❝The gentleman’s mannerisms and service, I suppose, bear resemblance to mine. You would think that being compared to such a legendary servant would be flattering. However, I find being called “Jeeves” terribly dull. Oft it is used in a sarcastic sense, and it is done so often. Why, if I had a pound for every time said “Thank you, Jeeves” to me - I could probably own my own mansion in the English countryside somewhere.❞

Based on Jarvis’ way of speaking, and the way he conducts himself, one may never suspect that he was actually born in America. For all anyone knew, he was 100% British through and through.  ❝I apologize. I hope I didn’t bore you with my meaningless musings. In the long run, I suppose it doesn’t even matter. Regardless, I’m glad you have some chemistry knowledge - or else the analogy I made between cooking and chemistry would have fallen completely flat.❞

The man’s offer of culinary class is still on the table.

[mightiestbutler]

❝ Do you know what I just realized? I am a fool. I am a fool for wearing my uniform in the middle of summer. In order to maintain professionalism, I forego comfort - and I think for once, I wish I could do the reverse.❞

[shez-a-dove-deactivated20161204]

Local Dumbasss Knew What They Were Getting Themselves Into and Did It Anyways

[mightiestbutler]

galaxychords​:

        Nova remained at an impasse following their escape from the museum. A perfectly good studio awaited him within those twisting halls but even the assurance that nothing is the sort would happen again did nothing to assuage their fears. Yet without a studio their rise to fame would be hobbled and the chances of launching a satellite to see just what lay beyond Isola. 

        They’d been so deep in thought that they didn’t register an approaching gravity well, spaced gaze fixed on an advertisement for a pricey soundboard. “Pardon?” they ask while turning to face the stranger, an elderly human drenched to the bone. Something about an umbrella? 

        DJSS thumbed the volume on his phone, lowering the music enough to hear the request’s tail end. “An umbrella?” Their head turned an imperceptible degree, scanning the wide selection of shops. “You’ve got your pick of choices here. If you’re looking for a functioning umbrella and not a parasol, you can try Ace’s Sports store. It’s…somewhere in that direction.” They waved their hand toward the south of the mall. “You’ll find it down there.”

        Another look was given to the man, turning fully to face him. Based on the man’s apparent age they felt they should say something… “The stores only accept electronic cash. The kind stored on your phone.” He pointed to the tablet turned phone in their own, large hand. “On an app.”

❝Thank you!❞ Jarvis smiles, thankful that someone is more than willing to help an older man out. The gentleman was about to make haste to this “Ace’s Sports” when a comment was made that made him stop entirely. Jarvis’ ambition is cut short when the strange individual had turned to face him fully. The stores only accept electronic cash, huh? Much like a credit card, but also very different at the same time. Everybody back in Manhattan would think him crazy if he spoke of his adventures here. 

He blinks. Once. Twice.

❝Erm...?❞ Did the other think Jarvis didn’t know how to use a cellphone?   ❝Oh! You mean, the money that is accepted here is stored on this?❞ Luckily he still had pockets. Reaching for his phone stored carefully within a pocket on the inside of his suit, Jarvis raises a curious eyebrow at Nova.  ❝Is that not safe? I mean, what if someone were to steal your phone?❞ To be fair, Jarvis supposes transaction methods back on Earth aren’t really any better. Being a financial manager on top of his normal buttling duties for the Avengers has taught him a thing or two.

Jarvis wasn’t clueless when it came to technology, but clearly other people understood it better than he, it seemed. Nadia Van Dyne was an example of such a person. A dear, but a terrifying driver. The man made a mental note to be as careful as possible around whatever technology was found here. He didn’t want to risk his health on anything.  ❝Peculiar. I suppose business is done much differently here than in Manhattan. How I would do things seems not to be the common way.❞

[mightiestbutler]

Oh, this was ridiculous. Every time Jarvis thought new lows wouldn’t be stooped to here, he encounters another kid. So, even children were being subjected to this? The heat had already put the older man in a rather grumpy mood to begin with. With perfect stoicism, Jarvis hides his sour mood and turns to address the young man he saw. Was it just him, or was the lad looking... rather upset? 

❝Excuse me, young man!❞ He calls out to  Yotsutsuji, hoping to gain the other’s attention.  ❝Pardon my saying so, but are you alright? I happened to notice your expression, and well... I was worried.❞ Jarvis, more often than not, was a silent observer. He tended to notice things that other people might not, like body language or expressions. Normally, he feels like it isn’t his place to address such concerns. But this wasn’t a normal circumstance likely for the both of them to be in.

  Jarvis is unsure what to say for a moment. He wonders what the young man must be thinking. Some old dude stops him and starts to talk about feelings. How weird is that? ❝...Say, would you like a iced coffee? Lemonade? Water? I would offer a hot drink, but it is SWELTERING and I wouldn’t feel right doing that to you.❞ Jarvis himself feels like he’s burning up. Of course he would be wearing a black suit on such a hot day like this. The things he does for professionalism.

Why is Jarvis going so far just for someone he met in passing?. He just feels its the right thing to do. Not to mention, he was used to randomly serving people beverages. He’s a butler, after all.

@divine-crossroads​ liked for a summer-themed starter.