#artemis senior

[eldewinddolly]

🖼 Family photo, 1998 🖼 Artemis being hailed as the spitting image of his father while actually, if you truly look, sharing a lot more features with his mother will forever be my Roman empire 💜 wow Fowldom, long time no see... past year has been, well, it has been. I've dearly missed drawing my dearest dysfunctional fictional people, but felt very rusty, so how about a nice classical family picture to get back into it ?

[little-mouse-adventures]

@orangerosebush's post here, with my comment and @fowlblue's tags today got me thinking.

Artemis Senior has been teaching his son matters of business from a young age. Not only was Artemis, at 11 years old, discussing stocks with his father, but Fowl Senior had been imparting his wisdom onto his son for years by that point, discussing the ever-increasing value of gold with him before tucking him into bed. Even outside of pure monetary value, Sr. had tried to go legitimate with his business dealings, leading Artemis to have a few legal ventures of his own.

We also see very early on in the books that Artemis has been regularly using Butler as a resource for his plots: bouncing ideas off him was apparently a fairly common tactic when he was scheming.

Both Artemis Senior and Butler are interested in (or at least, not opposed to) educating Artemis on the ways of their lifestyle(s). It would be Artemis Senior who would have taught his son the value of banks and safety deposit boxes and hidden safes but it was Butler who was actively working with Artemis to rob those safety deposit boxes.

In the same vein of breaking-and-entering, TLC also gives us the fun little moment where Butler hands Artemis his own lockpicks, to get into the workings of the bomb.

With one line we learn that Artemis knows how to pick locks, but does not have his own set of lockpicks. Butler, on the other hand, has both the tools and knowledge how to use them. Partnered with a brief mention in TTP of some the specific trades of those previously employed by Artemis Senior (including such things as crime lords, insider traders, and cat burglars), we can extrapolate that Artemis Senior would generally hire someone to pick a lock for him, rather than do so himself.

It's pretty logical to conclude then that Artemis learned big-picture management from his father, and day-to-day skillsets from his bodyguard.

Essentially, Artemis Senior taught Artemis how to run a criminal empire. Butler taught Artemis how to be a criminal.

[spring-heeledjack]

No More Fairies

based on a post by @fowlblue

consider this my entry for the last day of fowlfest, because i DID use my little fowl oc

also happy birthday to this loser <3

tw for descriptions of bullet wounds, a broken leg, and general gore

Artemis had always known there was something amiss about the great manor he called home. Perhaps it was something about the way the corridors grew still and quiet in the dead of night, or how the portraits of ancestors long gone gazed at him from within their ornate frames, eyes trailing after him as he stalked down the halls of the manor.

Artemis had ignored the apprehension that curled up his spine and rested in his heart when he walked down the halls at night. He had schemes to plot and a fairy to kidnap.

 Despite that apprehension, it came as quite a surprise to Artemis when he was welcomed with open arms into the afterlife by decades, perhaps even centuries worth of ancestors soon after his body dropped, the images of Butler and Holly fading from his vision.

 Artemis spent most of his time trailing after his younger brothers, gazing at them from all sides with whited out, glazed over eyes and occasionally attempting to pet their hair. Neither of them quite understood what was going on, all they really knew was that their mother wailed at night and their father had become airy and distant.

They also knew that their older brother was gone. They would go looking for him in the mornings. Myles would pack bags with water bottles and vision-enhancing goggles stolen from their brother's lab, whose security system was left mysteriously deactivated every morning while Beckett announced to the house that they were off to search for Artemis.

Their mother's eyes would go glassy. She'd give them a watery smile and tell them to do their best. Their father never said anything.

Occasionally Juliet would tag along with them, lifting Beckett into tree branches where he would call his brother's name and accidentally kick eggs out of their nests. Butler insisted that he had to stay at the manor, in case Artemis returned and needed his assistance. Both twins noticed the crack in his voice when he explained his reasoning, but neither thought to comment on it. They were too busy trying to locate Artemis.

All the while, Artemis would follow the troupe as they searched, occasionally leading them away from the more dangerous paths. All the way, Myles and Beckett insisted that they were getting closer. Both boys claimed that they could 'feel' Artemis getting closer. Eventually they would stray too far from the manor, and Artemis would feel that tug in his chest - or his soul, more accurately - and he'd drift back home.

On one such morning, the twins and Juliet had set off into another pointless hunt, and Artemis decided to stay home. Over the weeks, Artemis had become well acquainted with his deceased ancestors. Aine, a little girl who passed away at eight years old, liked to trail after him, jabbering on about her life and all the animals they had when she was alive. She also liked to ask questions about the world outside of Fowl Manor, like if any new animals had been discovered. She also seemed unusually interested in Ireland's political climate. One of the older ghosts explained that politics were one of her main interests when she was alive. Her parents were nowhere to be found, as they had both died of old age and passed on peacefully.

Artemis would answer every question to the best of his ability. Aine's enthusiasm for knowledge reminded him of himself in his younger years.

He would pointedly ignore the way she limped after him down the halls, broken leg dragging behind her painlessly, and the sticks and leaves stuck in her hair, as well as the brains and viscera leaking from the side of the little girl's head. All of it was the aftermath of falling from a particularly high tree.

That morning, Aine was toddling after Artemis, holding his hand as he wandered vaguely to his father's study. He caught his reflection on the freshly polished tile floor, courtesy of Butler. If he were still alive, his breath would've caught in his throat. He stared, standing still in the corridor.

His own face looked back at him, unscarred and unbloodied, unlike the majority of the other Fowls and Butlers who still resided in the manor. The only indication that he was a ghost was the gaping hole where Holly's eye should've been.

 Aine tugging on his arm was enough to pull him from his trance. The others in the manor referred to that experience as 'trapped in your own reflection.' Most needed another ghost to pull them away, or else they'd stay there until their view was obstructed.

Artemis and Aine continued down the hall. Artemis's Great Grandpa Finian was sticking his head through the door of Artemis the First's study, listening in on a private conversation. Artemis could hear his snickers from outside.

Grandpa Finian's Butler, Nikita - who was a lot more Russian than the other Butlers, Artemis noted - was leaning against the wall, shaking his head at his charge's antics. Nikita had told Artemis that his great grandfather had 'no basic respect for the corporeal.'

"What's going on?" Aine asked, tugging on Grandpa Finn's jacket. Finian pulled his head from the door, an impish grin flashing at them from below his fluffy black mustache.

Despite being his great grandfather, Grandpa Finn was rather young, only in his late twenties. His sudden death was the cause of him kidnapping the teenage daughter of an important political figure in the eighties and holding her for ransom.

His most notable feature was the bullet wound in his forehead, blood and bits of brain and brain fluid perpetually oozing from his head, just like Aine. Nikita had a bullet wound in his forehead too, just like Grandpa Finn.

Both bullet wounds were caused by said kidnapping.

"Family meeting." Finn said, wiping a dribble of blood away from his whited out eye. "Seems to me that your dear old dad is not happy."

"Father?" Artemis asked. He poked his head through the door next to Grandpa Finn. Aine and Nikita followed.

Artemis Senior, Angeline Fowl, and Butler were in the study. Angeline and Butler were standing before Artemis the First. The Fowl patriarch's voice was stern. Artemis had heard that tone before, when he was a lot younger. Artemis Senior was putting his foot down.

"I understand that this may be upsetting to some." The man said.

"He sounds like he's conducting a business meeting." Artemis whispered to the others, as if his father might hear him.

Artemis Senior continued. "But because of...what happened to our son, I've decided to make a rule of sorts."

Angeline and Butler glanced between each other as Senior took a breath.

"No more fairies." He said, voice hardened. Both Angeline and Butler's eyes widened.

Artemis gasped. No more fairies? That meant Holly, Foaly, Mulch, and No. 1 wouldn't be able to visit them anymore. He'd have to wait until he found a way to pass on, and then wait for one of his fairy friends to pass on as well, and god knew how long fairies lived for.

Next to him, Grandpa Finn was spluttering, rivers of blood streaking down his face and neck. Nikita rubbed his forehead tensely, smearing blood across it. Aine was looking up at Artemis with watering eyes.

 "He doesn't mean that, does he, Arty?" She asked. Even though Aine was far too young to understand the complexities of fairy folk, she'd had her own run in with them during her life. She was throwing rocks at birds when she ended up hitting a low-flying sprite. She then sat on the sprite's back after he crashed, pinning his wings to the ground and refusing to let him up until he'd told her everything he could about the politics of his homeland.

She'd been mind-wiped for that, but mind-wipes tend to wear off soon after death.

"No, no, he doesn't mean it, Aine." Artemis said in as soothing a voice he could muster. Aine clung to his leg, whimpering.

Soon after, more Fowls and Butlers drifted towards the study, sensing the distress coming from the three living beings in the room and checking in to see what was the matter.

They all listened to Artemis Senior go on about how fairies were a danger to the family because of what had become of Artemis. The more he went on, the more agitated the ghosts around him became, mumbling and muttering to each other.

"But Timmy, no one meant for that to happen!" Angeline stepped towards her husband. The specters around them mumbled in agreement. "Holly said that the whole thing was Arty's idea, no fairy forced him to do anything!"

"It doesn't matter if a fairy forced him to or not, what matters is that our son is dead!" Artemis Senior was steadily raising his voice. A couple ghostly heads turned to look at Artemis. He paid them no mind, he just glanced between his parents and Butler.

"...Mister Fowl," Butler began. "I understand that you view fairies as a danger to the Fowls, and believe me, I've seen the harm that can be done with fairy technology, but I must ask that you reconsider. While it's true that Artemis's life had been endangered multiple times throughout the years ever since his discovery of The People, it was fairies and their technology who were able to save him. Save me."

The Butlers in the room cheered at Butler for stepping up to his employer. His cousin, Dmitri, whose head was little more than red gore, went to pat him on the back, but his gnarled hand passed right through him. Artemis himself felt his chest swell with something that might've been pride.

"No, Butler." Artemis Senior insisted. "The People have involved themselves with this family quite eno-"

Butler interrupted him.

"With all due respect, Mister Fowl, The People haven't involved themselves with anyone. It was Artemis's idea to kidnap Captain Short."

The specters cheered for Butler, and Artemis found himself cheering along with them.

Artemis Senior slammed his hands on his desk, standing abruptly. Artemis flinched hard, even though he was on an entirely separate plane than his father. The cheering from the ghosts quieted down immediately. They all watched as Senior marched up to Butler, getting closer to him than anyone else would dare. He scowled at him, lips pulled back like he was baring his teeth.

"Are you saying that this is Artemis's fault?" He asked manically, on the verge of yelling. Grandpa Finn put a hand on Artemis's shoulder. "That my son killed himself?!"

"Artemis!" Angeline cried out. It was the first time she'd called her husband by his full first name in years.

Butler, face placid, put a hand on Artemis Senior's shoulder, gingerly pushing him back. When he spoke, his voice was more gentle than Artemis was expecting.

"You know that's not what I mean." He said.

Just like that, Senior's anger evaporated. He lumbered back over to his desk and dropped himself into his chair. Despite her anger at his outburst, Angeline went to tend to him. Butler stayed where he was.

 Artemis Senior's fingers were steepled, a pose that reflected his son more than himself.

"...I stand by what I said." He spoke slowly. "No more fairies. In fact," He stood up, and that anger from before made itself known. "No fairies are allowed within ten kilometers of Fowl Manor. I'll be making this rule known to Captain Short," he all but spat her name. "the next time she visits."

The room exploded with chaos. All around Artemis, the ghosts of his ancestors shouted and yelled. Grandpa Finn, who still had his hand on Artemis's shoulder, was looking up at his Butler and spluttering.

"No fairies in Fowl Manor, can you believe that, Nikita?!" he exclaimed. Finian was one of the Fowls who were rather ignorant when it came to The People, but that didn't mean he hadn't had his own run-ins with them, a group of irritated dwarves to be specific.

Nikita crossed his arms over his chest, glaring daggers at the back of Artemis Senior's head. It might've been a coincidence, but the man rubbed the back of his head as his wife pleaded with him to reconsider.

Little Aine began to cry. Her grip on Artemis's leg tightened, and she buried her face in his pant leg. Artemis crouched down to wrap his arms around her, cradling her. Some of her blood smeared on his sleeve as he held her, but he didn't pay any mind to it. The stain would disappear after a few minutes anyway.

 Before they could fall down her red cheeks, Aine's tears floated up out of her eyes and pooled on the ceiling in a gravity-defying puddle.

Somewhere in the room, Artemis could hear his Aunt Saoirse shouting, "No fairies! Of all the ignorant ideas!" Her eyeball dangled from her eye socket, thwapping against her cheek as she gestured wildly in rage.

Artemis's other aunt, Aunt Siobhan, who was trampled to death by a group of centaurs, was yelling at Artemis Senior, calling him every name she could think of.

Even Uncle Kieran, who was nothing more than a charred skeleton, was clacking his crispy jaw in outrage.

The fury in the room produced by the specters was so intense that it began to interfere with the living world. Books were quivering from their spots in the bookshelf, as if they were afraid. Potted plants were beginning to shimmy in their pots until their roots were ripped from the dirt and, though no one was there to see it, the chandelier in the main hall was swinging in frenzied circles.

Artemis looked up at his mother. She was asking his father over and over again to reconsider, but all of her pleas were met with stubborn silence. With a huff, she turned and marched out the door, walking straight through Artemis and Aine. She shivered as she stepped into the hall.

Butler was standing in front of Artemis Senior's desk, features etched in stone. He was looking down at his employer with hard eyes. Without a word, he turned and left, passing through Artemis and Aine. He shivered.

It seemed to Artemis Senior that he was alone. In actuality, the ghosts of his ancestors were glaring at him from all sides. One by one, the specters drifted off, phasing through walls and grumbling curses directed at Artemis's father.

Artemis was still holding Aine.

[jei-rifni-syah]

Someone stop me from drawing please

More @fowlblue ‘s Timangelino ship fanart sksksk

I also dont know why drawing Tim wheezing is fun wha oh yeah also that one mention of Jon buying the twins GTA by accident, height headcanon and stuff o yeah btw Angeline purposely wears extremely high high-heels and makes her hair poof more to make Jon seem shorter lmao

(OH NO ONE OF THE SLIDES I PLACED IN THE WRONG ORDER OOPS)

[the-supreme-g0ddess]

Congratulations on reaching 30 followers, can’t wait to see where you go with your blog!

What are your headcannons for the Fowl Family in general?

🦋🦋 30 FOLLOWERS CELEBRATION 🦋🦋

Heyyy anon! Thank you so much for the support :)

I’m so sorry for answering this so late 😢 I’ve been busy with exams but here are your headcanons! Hope you like them 😄

When Myles and Beckett were young, Artemis Sr would play pretend games with them and he would be a pirate with a peg leg (’cause you know, his leg…)

Artemis Sr actually spent a lot of time with the twins after they were born because he felt guilty for not giving his firstborn enough attention

When Beckett had nightmares he would run to Artemis’ room

The first time it happened Artemis was so shocked that his brother trusted him so much that after he put Beckett to sleep he burst into tears

Sometimes Myles would wake him up too

Once both the twins had bad nightmares and they ended up cuddling next to Artemis and fell asleep in his room

The next morning Angeline got so scared when she didn’t find the twins in bed

When she saw them with Artemis she started crying tears of joy

Angeline had another depression episode when Artemis went missing

Juliet played pranks with Myles and Beckett on Butler

Artemis Sr fainted when the doctor told him he was having twins

Butler cried when the twins were born

When Artemis came back, his dad hugged him for a whole 12 minutes really tightly without letting him go

“You’re back…my son is back…” “I’m back, Father” “Arty” “Yes?” “Call me dad” “Yes dad”

[myles-fowl]

May we three be friends, please? I'd like us to be.

Salutations, @the-con-she-called-conscience.

Before I answer your query, I will enlighten you as to what each family member is currently doing.

Upon receiving this ask, Beckett raced across the Manor and told Mother. The both of them are currently in a state of pure delight, and are giggling excessively. About 11.603 minutes ago, they went to go tell Father. Father remains unbothered, and thought that telling Juliet and the, excuse my crude language, 'space cadet' that is Dr Fowl. Juliet is mildly excited. Dr Fowl and Butler are worried about our safety. The doctor said, and I quote, "Some people on the internet may wish to cause you harm. Some people are lovely, of course, but others not so much. " He called Ambassador Heitz, Commodore Short and Foaly. They 'made sure the ask was safe.' So, finally, I am able to answer this.

Since everyone has 'allowed' the idea of our friendship, I now answer your ask. Beckett says that he wants to be the 'bestest of friends' with you. I suppose I shall 'tag along,' so to speak, and see where this goes.

[fanaticfanfiction]

ARTEMIS FOWL DREAM CAST!!

Asa Butterfield as Artemis Fowl

Halle Berry as Captain Holly Short

Dwayne “the Rock” Johnson as Domovoi Butler

Lee Arenberg as Mulch Diggums

Georgia Moffett as Juliet Butler

Robert DeNiro as Commander Julius Root

James McAvoy as Artemis Senior

Kelly Hu as Opal Koboi

Julianne Moore as Raine Vinyaya

I’m so angry about the movie casting choices that I had to aggressively make this post.

[eldewinddolly]

Asking for more headcanons because gimme ▼ ൠ ◉ for Angeline And ▼ for Artemis Sr.

:3c

OMG YES MORE ANGELINE AND TIM RAMBLES !!! :333 let’s gooo ▼ - Angeline childhood headcanon Angeline has two sisters, Eléonore and Maura, of which she’s the eldest. She loves them both very much and was often the one taking care of them. She never saw them again after marrying Tim, because her entire family basically banished her for becoming a Fowl. Her mum was Irish but her father is French, so she spent most of her childhood either in her family mansion not too far from Dublin, or in her father’s hometown in west-southern France near Bordeaux. Her mum’s name was Lisbeth, and she was a cellist. She was close to her mother, through their shared passion for music, but when she was little her mother was very often away, leaving the three girls to the care of their grandmother - Angeline was always told her mum was touring, but most of the time she was hospitalised in a psychiatric ward and didn’t want her children to be aware. Angeline used to absolutely idolize her father, who is a talented and charismatic lawyer. She lost complete faith with him when she realised how absent he was for her mum, and that in his work he didn’t care as much about justice than about fame and money. Though he is still alive, she hates his guts and refuses to ever see him again.

ൠ - Angeline random headcanon She was a child prodigy like Artemis, though her skillset is more geared towards music. She could have graduated from high school with honors at fifteen, but her mother passed that year, so she took time off from school. That’s when she went volunteering in India ; she needed to be away from home, and feel helpful. ◉ - Angeline any headcanon At the age of six, Angeline decided to stop cutting her hair. When she met Tim, she had the most unruly curly mane of red hair that well reached her thighs. At 21, she abruptly decided to cut it all off to donate it ; then 3-years-old Artemis was shocked and delighted to discover that when short, his mum’s hair was exactly curly like his 💜

▼ - Tim childhood headcanon I headcanon Tim to be the youngest of two siblings, because I like the idea of him being the Irish Michael Corleone - the baby of the big mafia family who was never supposed to become the head of the business, but turned out to be a natural at it. I feel like it fits really well with the canon backstory of him being much more of a chill, fun guy when Angeline met him. I don’t want to ramble too much about Tim’s older brother because he’s a very very very dear OC of mine and I don’t wanna spoil him too much, just know that he is my precious baby 💜 I vaguely heard that there was some “uncle Foxy” in the Fowl Twins but honestly, fuck that shit, my OC is better è.é Tim had a rather happy, uneventful early childhood, but that happiness collapsed the day his mother, Fiona, just disappeared. Vanished. Never to be seen again. Tim was five years old. This caused a rift between Tim and his brother - the eldest being persuaded that their father straight up murdered their mother, while Tim believed his father who said that she just left, abandoning them. The incident was never really addressed in the family ever again, but it left Tim deeply wounded and traumatised, harbouring a deep hatred towards his mother for leaving them behind, and giving him deep-seated abandonment issues. Contrarily to Angeline, I think Tim was a smart child but not a prodigy. He also felt like he had to work thrice as hard to bring the best school grades that his father would be content about, while his brother had great school results without even trying. He developed some kind of inferiority complex quite early on, and fought that by becoming extremely focused and relentless, identifying what fields of study he felt would make his father most proud and throwing himself head-on into it, even if it didn’t initially match his interests. For this dedication, he was the golden child and the perfect son, managing to escape most of his father’s wrath for the entirety of his childhood and teenage years, while his brother was the rebel and disappointing one. They still cared about each other and remained friendly, despite their father’s best attempts at fueling a rivalry between them. Tim never allowed himself to fully express his true self for fear of disappointing his father, but he had some pretty specific interests that he kept alive, though secret - he loves egyptology, cryptology, radio, and punk music. In his teens he was a radio amateur, and also loved making mixtapes, including going to underground concerts to record his own bootlegs. He used his knowledge in cryptology to craft his own secret codes to write down what songs where on each tape, so his father wouldn’t figure out the style of music he truly enjoyed. Had he not decided super early-on that he would work in finances to make his father proud, he would have probably become a sound engineer. Last random but cute childhood headcanon for Tim : their father absolutely wanted his sons to play a music instrument, but made the mistake to allow them to choose which one. To piss his father off, Tim’s elder brother chose the trumpet. And because he was four and just wanted to have “a bigger trumpet than Dani”, Tim asked to learn the trambone. The two instruments lasted about a week, then were sold and never heard of again.