So I’ve been getting back into the professor layton fandom ever since the new game announcement and thought I’d draw an old oc I haven’t touched in a while.
This is Priscilla Fernsby! She has a full backstory but I’ll try to sum it up as best I can. Basically, she was born in stansbury but moved to monte d’or at a young age when the city was only starting to grow. She became a very anxious person growing up as the city grew in tourist, being around crowds of people would quickly overstimulate her.
During the events of miracle mask she accompanied the Professor, Luke and Emmy on their investigation of the masked gentleman by her parents request after they were being asked question about their task. She didn’t want to in the beginning, but would slowly warm up to Luke and the others. By the end of miracle mask, Priscilla would bring up the courage to tell her parents of her troubles living in monte d’or and they would all move to London shortly after for a fresh start.
She would still on occasion go on adventures with the Professor and co. Living in London, she would continue to improve on her social anxiety and learn to make new friends along the way.
So that’s the main gist of things, I’ll hopefully be posting more of her in the future.
I hope you liked reading about her, she’s one of my only oc’s that I’ve really spent a lot of time with and she means a lot to me! 💕
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YOU WERE WRITING POETRY IN MY REBLOGS BRO. I SEE YOU!!! I SEE YOU!!!
ajsdkashdkjahsdkja yeah lol, I love ur post and thinking about ratio's love for humanity/life vs his desire to be recognized for his genius makes me sentimental af about him,,,
the push and pull of wanting to test the limits of the universe that he holds back not because he doesn't think he could accomplish it but because to do so would shatter the line he has drawn between his own self and the life he wants to keep out of harms way. Is is so much of a doctor, knowing that he could push past the boundaries of humanity yet to do so would discard the very thing he swore back when he first learned medicine, "Practice two things in your dealings with disease: either help or do not harm the patient"
And he is such a man of principle, a man who sticks to what he believes to be true, to himself, that to cross that line and break that oath would render him the greatest fool in the universe.
And it must weigh on him some nights, like all choices weigh on a person, when he thinks of a way to solve a problem but knows that to do so would cost him his entire sense of self. To wonder why he can not be like the other geniuses, who create so much, but then to almost be upset with himself for even thinking that to be like them would be better, to disregard the feelings of others, to put yourself on a pedestal above the crowd in a way that is done not to be a leader but to be separated, divorced, from the public-
Herta does not teach on her space ship, she leaves her scientists to think of her as their own god, to worship her- Ruan Mei leaves her sentient creations behind, she tests them with knives when she knows they can feel pain-
Ratio could never do such a thing. Ratio spends his time as a teacher, though he is seen as the professor many want to avoid- there is no doubt that he teaches. He shares his knowledge, he provides a space for growing minds- he is not harsh because he does not care, he is not harsh because he sees his students as beneath him- he is harsh because they are students, and to learn is to struggle; to not be hard, to not push them, he sees that as his failure.
How could I ever hate him? How could I hate a man who does a job that perhaps harder then just spending his days on trips and researching in a lab- how could I hate a man who years to cure ignorance because he truly wants to improve the world, how could I hate a man who loves so deeply that it is the sole reason he will never be recognized by Nous; the being who has no room for caring in it, who will never cast his gaze on Veritas Ratio, though the man has done enough to deserve it.
How could I ever hate him? He who welcomes anyone willing to learn, who encourages thought, who cares. So much. And who suffers for it, in his mind, unaware that what he lacks is minimal to what he has; his burning love for life.
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Men So Ghastly
Our brothers that supported and cheered for us
When did they turn into mysogynists who leered at us
When do sons turn into the very monster mothers warn their daughters about
When do the boys we played with start believing in the words some idiots spout
How can he be a doting father a moment and a bloody molester in the next
Since when was stalking romantic, was consent only to be found in an old text
I ask a question, so many whispered to their soul so quietly
How did the boys so lovely, grow into men so ghastly?
Was it the society that poisoned young minds to force us apart
Did it shape those malleable minds into an axe that cleaves our heart
Was it the wrong parenting, that somehow instilled these ideas of superiority
Gave their children the ridiculous notions of being the ultimate authority
But then how did siblings grow up to have ideologies so different
The fault never truly laid solely at the feet of their parent
If they were born that way then how do brothers differ so.
If it's the peer pressure then where did the conscience go?
Should the question be flipped to look at what some did right?
Instead of only looking for the faults of the ones that went off the light
These men that respect everyone, where were they brought up?
These that talk instead of hitting when a disagreement does flare up
I hope for a world where they aren't like a needle in a haystack
A world where women don't always have a set of eyes on their back
A world where the girls can play into the night with the boys
Where a girl doesn't lose her innocence at an age to play with toys
-Sharma
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