#| ic ~ layton

[caramelcuniculus]

@magnifiico continued from here!

Hershel was a man with a love of puzzle solving. No matter their simplicity or intensity, the professor could figure out the solution in only a matter of minutes, if it even took that long at all. It stumped him as to why he couldn't have been able to figure out something as easy as a precise address, but the residents of Rosas seemed to have no ideas either. Was he sent on a wild goose chase? Was this what he was meant to believe? There was no other indication from the letter, which started to make him doubt his selflessness. He had hope he hadn't been tricked; how foolish he would be to be sent away from his home to help nothing. No, he had to have missed something, somewhere.

Before the professor can delve too much into his own mind, a wave from an incoming person drags him from the desperate depths. Simple, formal finger flutters, and the beaded eyes had the king's full attention. Royalty was unbeknownst to Hershel, but it wouldn't take very long to find that out. Most people were open with him, as he was to them, unless they had something to hide. If this well-dressed gentleman had stepped out of his way to assist him, that gave the idea to Hershel that he had nothing to fear. Unless, of course, he was proven wrong. He'd cross that bridge when he got there.

"Greetings to you too, sir," Hershel replied, tipping his hat carefully in his own modest introduction. He wouldn't argue with the new face that surely was no stranger to Rosas. Not only was he somebody unfamiliar with the kingdom, he was his own beacon in some unpractical way. The archaeologist was lost, stiff in the ways he stood, and confused. Almost everyone in the kingdom Hershel came across had some sort of joy to them, something he unfortunately was lost to for the time being. That didn't stop him from giving Magnifico an inch of a smile, though.

"Right you are. My presence has been requested within this general area, however to where I'm meant to be is beyond my knowledge. I've searched outside of this kingdom for my answer, but only now do I venture within its boarders. I asked plenty of townsfolk for assistance, but I've had little luck." A nervous chuckle escaped the professor and then gave Magnifico a somewhat wider smile. "Your help would be grateful! I appreciate your offer, kind gentleman."

A hand reached under his coat, only to pull out a letter. The piece of paper was handed to Magnifico. "This is the invitation I had received, alongside an address. Would you happen to know where I'm meant to be heading?"

Said address actually lead to somewhere inside Rosas! Unfortunately for Hershel and the residents the professor had spoken to prior, this is a very tucked-away street. Most wouldn't have heard of it, but the king might've. Hershel's eyes gazed at the letter, then softly up at the noble, silently waiting for him to give him the final piece of the puzzle he needed.

[caramelcuniculus]

Hershel's eyes lowered for a split moment on the notebook at his disposal. Most of the first page was already filled with a scramble of notes that half-were half-weren't legible. How untidy; how unbecoming. The professor doubted the cricket was at all familiar with his noble duty of being a true gentleman, but here to help or otherwise, poor Jiminy would barely be able to read anything he's written at all! At least Hershel possessed the ability to read his own handwriting, but everyone could do that. Jiminy could probably do that. Jiminy was a clothed, standing, talking cricket.

"I'd call you far from ordinary." Maybe there were dressed-up crickets and bugs and other things wherever Jiminy hopped from (as it certainly couldn't be London; his fatigue left him forgetful of entities such as Subject 3 and Beasly from the Future London case a few months prior). "Pardon my prior assumption. I apologize, I'm not at my best currently." Just then, Hershel yawned heavily. "I don't believe it difficult to conclude that."

The professor still held out some doubt that this was really happening. Maybe the light from the lamp reflected well enough to animate Jiminy's palette and figure. It had some credibility behind it; the property of light was a fascinating and mysterious thing. Yet that wouldn't explain the voice… Hershel let out a tired sigh. Professor Hershel Layton had experienced weirder, and without a doubt, he'll experience even weirder than this in the eventual future.

That only made Hershel question it even more. What would the particular reason be for Jiminy to be around here at all? London was an exceptionally busy place, no matter the time. Hershel would consider it highly dangerous for Jiminy's small size to be around these parts at all. Not that he could judge what was and wasn't good for somebody. Ignoring his need of sleep would have any words of debate ring hollow. It was ungentlemanly to act the line of hypocrisy.

Beady eyes widened slightly. "Sleep?" The repeated word spoke in a tone that sounded blasphemous. With how busy the professor considered himself, it may as well have been. "Why, I'm grateful for the concern, but I assure you… I'm alright." Hershel did his best to present his guest with a warm smile, but it was a small display. How the professor felt was irrelevant; he had planning to do. It wasn't though he could skip laying out his day. What sort of instructor would that make him?

"I'm a professor, see, and my schedule for the day has not been finished. I must have a completed list before I arrive in the morning, a short few hours from now." Another yawn, but this one was drawn out longer than any had been prior. "Sleep now would be as unwise as ending up in this predicament in the first place was."

It was more than likely the delirium once again making the irrational rational, but Hershel couldn't shake the feeling that Jiminy would grow upset with his response. A rare noise blew through his lips: the softest, quietest of whines. Hershel was silent for a minute, staring at the window with its raindrops, slowly losing himself in thought. His eyes started to slowly shut, but he forced them back open, wide. It was when the notorious, unbeknownst puzzle solver came up with a compromise.

"You said you weren't a specific helper spirit, but would you be willing to assist with smaller-scale favors?" Hershel raised his non-dominant hand to gently tip his top hat. "It'll move things along and return me to a state of slumber much faster. Besides, you could almost consider yourself paying your dues this way. You still so happened to retreat into my home uninvited, after all."

It was a fair trade, Hershel believed. On normal occasions, there would be no favors. A gentleman allows his hospitality to those who need it. However, this wasn't the ordinary case, not really. Jiminy seemed like a cleaver cricket too, based off impression alone. Was he knowledgeable on the complexities of Norse archaeology? Probably not, but Hershel could see him as a reliable note taker of sorts. Or an alarm clock. "Truth be told, I would enjoy the company. Opposed to being on my lonesome, there is no contest. Isn't that right, mister..?"

It takes little more than a quick survey of the desktop's contents to piece together that this isn't a very early riser he's dealing with, but a night owl; though, frankly, Jiminy probably could've guessed that much just by looking at the man. If he were to look up exhausted in the dictionary... still, if you're going to bump into a human, it's probably best that it's a human with slowed reflexes. One can never be too careful. Jiminy found out very quickly upon beginning his travels that the reception towards insects usually wasn't too friendly. Even halfway around the globe, that hasn't changed.

For a moment there he thinks he might be able to risk just sneaking right back out, actually. The fella's half-asleep, there's realistically very little chance he's noticed Jiminy at all. But then he supposes his own tendency to run his mouth might've closed that narrow window of time right quick - if he went unnoticed at first, it definitely didn't last long, given the way the man startles so violently when his eyes dart to Jiminy. The cricket in turn leaps backwards, habitually on-edge; and whatever he might have expected, it's not the surprisingly calm dialogue he receives in response after their mutual initial fright has passed.

Jiminy glances over his shoulder, like there's someone else he might be speaking to, and then very slowly nods his confirmation. Better to double down on the whole wrong turn thing than to advertise the fact that he's gotten very good at sneaking into places, he reckons.

"Uh, no, sir. Well—" he starts, and then goes to quickly correct himself, and then stops entirely again to ponder the matter. Jiminy's never quite figured out what sort of perks and titles go along with the whole conscience shtick. But if he were to go out on a limb... no, he wouldn't call himself a spirit, and he's certainly not a figment of anybody's imagination. He's no metaphysical concept like other consciences - just a fellow with a badge. He shakes his head with more certainty. "No. No, I'm just an ordinary cricket. Though I sure don't mind making myself useful."

Heck, he'll jump on that particular opportunity first chance he gets. He'll privately consider it repayment for the whole 'not throwing him back out into the rain with a broom' thing. Even if Jiminy suspects that decision may be somewhat exhaustion-induced (humans are a widely varied species, but the number of those who willingly let bugs into the house can be counted on one hand) and therefore likely to be taken back come tomorrow. Or... the day after, he supposes, given the current hour. But, besides that, he just likes being helpful, where he can. He'll vanish in a matter of hours, he always does, but in the interim there's certainly no harm in it.

His gaze drifts across the desk and he meanders his way carefully across it, walking across the page of one textbook with only enough time to skim a line or two before jumping to the next. He always did want to be a teacher, but that ship has long since sailed regarding everything save for moral lessons, and he's not really sure how useful he could actually be if this is the sort of subject matter the man is looking for help with. Though, given his state... Jiminy has to wonder how much of the scrawl on that notebook is actually coherent, and he glances up and over his shoulder at him with a somewhat doubtful expression.

"If you'll pardon my saying so, you seem more like a man in need of sleep than assistance."

[dandeleon]

In the pokemon au, what would Aurora be? My first thoughts were Diancie or Magearna

havent fully decided juust yet but i think she'd be an aurorus !

i want to make her a fossil since shes like a million+ years old and i think out of all the fossil pokémon aurorus definitely fits her the best

^ heres a drawing i made of aurorus aurora i made a lil while ago

(i may or may not redraw it in the future to have it match her design better?? [trying to draw clothes on a quadrupedal pokémon is weird lol])

[deadinsideart]

They're old friends, your honor

[vespalover24]

Simon and Indiana and Layton and Tintin like antiques and are good at history and archeology and have various adventures and the three of them are great parents except for Tintin he is just a famous reporter who solves mysteries and is good at antiquities

[artists-wonder-emporium]

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[teenytinyapprentice]

tryin' to beat the heat

(its been so humid and gross this summer bleughhh... )

[melcsmedleyofmalarkey]

This one is not meant to be a funny meme, apologies!

Found a german song and thought the lyrics at this particular part fit our dear sad Professor quite nicely, so I translated them and put them over the video.

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I have been listening to "Baumann Bergmann Pokinsson", a german indie rock band, and as the members previously worked in the games industry, they have decided to create a "Playable Music Video" for this song.

If you know german, I can recommend the game a whole lot, it is called "Dünnes Eis" (Thin Ice) and is available on Steam!

[probablygayattorneys]

POV: you run into Layton and Luke solving puzzles

[caramelcuniculus]

@mouseywousey continued from here!

Fortunately for Mousey, Hershel didn't mind their obvious height difference. It was a little jarring sure, but through a lifetime's worth of puzzles and mysteries, this was the least concerning. What really would attempt to stick out to the professor was their ability to speak. Normally his apprentice, Luke, would translate whatever an animal had to say. Mousey was a separate case, he assumed. Not that it bothered him. In fact, it made things not only convenient, but more interesting.

Hershel was about to question what it meant by not being around for long, but it went along its way with stories that were far more down-to-earth. More personal, more real. The professor wouldn't mind listening to both stories, or any others Mousey could recall, but one was good enough for now. Hershel raised a hand to his chin, rubbing it in deep consideration. This was like a fork in the road; would he choose the grapes or the serpent? He found himself drawn towards the latter, a sentiment he's sure most others would share. At least he was being given this opportunity at all from it, and Mousey seemed overjoyed to even spare the slightest of details. That enthusiasm made him smile warmly.

"Tell me more about this serpent, if you may." It made Hershel recount one of his first investigations. He'd spent some time around a serpent, one could call her. The young being's enthusiasm and love brought joy to two young children, same as his apprentice, assistant, and himself. Loosha… this wouldn't be a relatable story to him, but if Mousey would allow it, he could share the story of the Last Spectre.

Hershel hoped they would, but time would tell. "It sounds rather adventurous. Be sure to not spare any detail. I wish to picture the whole event myself through description. It's… immersive, that way. Does that make sense?"

[qaiou]

media recap 2023…

[lovelandfrogman]

what does the original of this say? the suspense is killing me

ID: a picture of professor layton in what appears to be a flashback, laying face-down on a brick road. a santa hat has been photoshopped over his usual top hat. he's saying, "my injuries were so jolly i was christmas for a month. i was lucky to be alive." the words jolly and christmas were obviously photoshopped on. /end ID

TO BE HONEST i also have no clue and i’m incredibly curious AHAJSA i played some professor layton when i was younger but i don’t think i played all of them and also i barely remember them

professor layton fans help me out here

[lukas-lamby]

I haven't drawn anything from Layton lately, but I've been watching too much Adventure Time

And hmmmm, maybe I'll do some sketches doing a Crossover or an Au.

because, look at them, their stories are just as tragic and my mind said "What if we mix them?" because I like to suffer

[another-clive-blog]

Say what you want, there is no greater power move than Clive going "And should you try to move him from that pod, this whole fortress will detonate" AND THEN having the nerve to start his next sentence with "Also-" as if this situation was still a bit too minor for his liking

[tarn-ati0n]

My @layton-secretsanta for @milfglue!

This one took longer than I thought it would, simply because I just kept sketching different scenes over and over again until I was happy with it. I hope you like it!

(Also there’s a different version under the cut where I was just playing around but I actually like how this one looks too)

[zillasafe]

Accidentally fell asleep so I’m a lil late but here’s Whumptober Day 5! Checking in on Clark again; he’s having a bad time!!