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[fyp-psychology]

A failure is not always a mistake, it may simply be the best one can do under the circumstances. The real mistake is to stop trying.

B.F. Skinner (via fyp-psychology)

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[Heheh… You would be surprised at what monsters hear from the surface. I think there may have been a human who told Gerson about you, or maybe Papyrus or Alphys must have found a book in the trash dump mentioning you.. There are so many possibilities, really.] He felt a little less embarrassed at Layton’s answer, thank goodness he was as humble as was described by Papyrus and Alphys.

Retracting his hands, he watched as Layton examined the puzzle box, getting a feeling this was one that even Layton felt unfamiliar with, a sense of curiosity that Gaster sometimes got if he visited new worlds and timelines through the Sphere or some other and more magic consuming way.

Though, he did feel the slightest feeling of disappointment at the answer, but it was immediately brushed off by more curiosity. In fact, when he and Misaki were trying to examine it earlier before Papyrus and Alphys got the idea of sending him to Layton, he had a hard time dating how long ago it had been made because of the wear on it. And Misaki had said it was closer to monster technology than it was human, but it had human qualities for most of it.

[ I am sure Papyrus got it out of the trash dump while with his older brother, and tried to solve it while getting home.. First, after he was unable to figure it out alone, we tried solving it with Sans, but he couldn’t get it either. It was so difficult, that I had to work with Misaki to try to identify it and also date it too, but that task was much more difficult than actually solving it.

I tried again to solve it, but then Papyrus and Alphys both got the idea of trying to have me come to you for advice on solving it. Though, Misaki guessed it was potentially older than one thousand years, perhaps older and around the very time monsters were sealed, which is when humans call the medieval time period. I’m not sure who had made the puzzle box, but if they were a monster, they must have been very smart to make it so difficult for those living in the current timeframe to solve it.]

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— As Gaster spoke, Layton continued to turn the item in his hands, absently feeling for movable parts as he listened to the skeleton. He was somewhat taken aback by the idea of children investigating garbage dumps, and it unsettled him to think that had been the box’s place of discovery, but he tried to push the thought out of his mind. A good hand-washing later would take care of it.

Judging by the monsters’ efforts, they had certainly tried their best to find answers about the artifact. The professor did not recall coming across the sealing of monsters in his years of studies, but one learns something new every day. —

         “This little puzzle seems to be quite the conundrum. I must admit that I do not have any knowledge of monster technology, but I do see some similarities to antique puzzle boxes in human history.”

— Hershel trailed his fingertips over the strange item. He wondered what story it had to tell beneath its surface. For the time being it was unclear if it were made by the hands of human or monster, but the high skill level of those hands was evident. —

         “Linking it back to that era is a sound theory. Perhaps it was influenced or inspired by both cultures, which resulted in this amalgamation. Its creator was indeed a very intelligent and expert craftsperson.”

[archaicwonder]

Badbury Rings, Dorset, England

Badbury Rings is an Iron Age hill fort in east Dorset, England. It was in the territory of the Durotriges. In the Roman era a temple was located immediately west of the fort, and there was a Romano-British town known as Vindocladia a short distance to the south-west.  Five Roman roads formed a complex junction on the north side of the fort.

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[mamatriton]

College fun is always fun

[mamatriton]

“Yes! Actually, I think I can understand how she feels. When you have so many people only interested in you for how pretty you are without really caring for your personality… it’s a bit disheartening, you know? It makes you feel that they don’t really bother to look deeper. At the smaller things. Like– I don’t know. Ears?”

[She burst out laughing.]

“Anyway! I do have to admit that it’s quite relieving to find someone that can see you and love you for who you are and not what you could be. Clark–”

[Her cheeks took on a pinkish hue, and the thought of him made her feel a bit lighter than a few seconds ago.]

“He cares. He really does! He’s smart and I can have some very meaningful conversations with him. It’s very nice to just be with him. Even if he might be a bit of a neat freak at times.”

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— Hershel listened in silence as Brenda spoke, staring down at the wet sidewalk beneath their feet. Rain pattered on their shared umbrella and trickled onto the cement. He was unsure if he were supposed to feel hopeful, anxious, or concerned. Apparently his brain had decided to go with the all encompassing choice of all of the above.

His lips gave a ghost of a smile at her joke, but it soon faded back to his initial detached mask. —

         “Yes, I see what you mean. It must feel very demeaning to be treated that way.”

— The lost smile returned when Brenda began to speak about their mutual friend. Hershel found it amusing that despite the couple being together for so long, they still grew flustered when talking about the other at times.

Displays of public affection more often than not made Hershel uncomfortable, but the ways Clark and Brenda spoke about one another and interacted with each other never failed to make him smile. The powerful bond between the two had been palpable back when they had first met, and it never wavered.

They were a perfect balance, yin and yang. Of course, they still had their natural faults, but they always made it through in the end. It was quite admirable to the young archaeologist.

They reminded him of his parents. How they would share brief affectionate hand touches or kisses on the cheek. Such small acts, yet so wholesome and intimate. A majority of what Hershel felt in reaction was sheer embarrassment, but there was also a quiet giddiness at witnessing two people so wholeheartedly in love with one another. —

         “I’m glad the two of you found each other.”

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[And the same to you, Layton.] The skeleton took the professor’s hand and gently shook it, but then he heard the question from the professor and nodded, letting go of the human’s hand and readjusting a pair of glasses he was also wearing before speaking.

[Well, about why I’m here.. I’ll explain to you first about how I’m here. I am a bonafide skeleton –excuse the pun–, and I’m not in a costume. It might not be believable, I know, but this is due to magic keeping my body together. And plus, the reason for my fear of being killed is because humanity fears monsterkind.

…which is why there’s not many monsters around, and why I’ve appeared suddenly. I teleported using a kind of machine, simply called the Sphere by the monster king, Asgore.]

He blushed slightly in embarrassment with a small smile, and rubbed his head with a nervous chuckle before continuing carefully.

[Er.. To be honest, about why I’m actually here in the first place? Two children back from where I come from wanted me to speak to you, since they cannot (and plus, the machine can only work if I’m using it at the moment). One of them is my youngest son, Papyrus, and the other his friend, Maya Alphys. Apparently they’re fans of you or something, haha..

Papyrus actually doesn’t know how to solve this puzzle box.. Er, here. I tried solving it myself first before coming here, but I couldn’t quite get it.]

Now his face has gone purple, and he looks away, honestly very embarrassed feeling for some reason. But he holds out the small puzzle box nonetheless.

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— Pale phalanges curled around the professor’s hand, and the reality of the situation hit him like a stack of hefty textbooks. No gloves, to flesh, just long, slender bones.

Gaster continued to speak about who he was and how he happened to arrive in this world, and it was all coming across as rather fantastical to the professor. However, Hershel could not deny the reality of the skeleton before him. For a mere instant, his thoughtful expression did falter into a slight smile at the skeleton’s joke.

Humanity fearing monsterkind? Well, that seemed logical in a sense, considering the pervasive fear of the shadows lurking under beds and in closets in humans. But to go to the extent of killing them? That seemed a bit rash. Layton rested a hand on his chin and tipped his head to the side, taking a moment to process the information he had just been given. —

         “I see.”

— Layton had witnessed countless unbelievable sights in his life.

He had seen an aquatic creature who was the last of her kind. He had seen an ancient race of sentient robots set out to destroy the world. He had seen entire fabricated towns, whether created by a father to protect his daughter, a man’s imagination lost in the fog of time, or a distraught youth to manipulate its populous to work toward a darker goal.

After all that and more, who was to say that monsters didn’t exist? He gave a smile at the mention of the two monster children who apparently knew of him. —

         “Is that so? Well, I’m flattered. I had no idea I was known among monsterkind.”

— How could Professor Layton say no to a puzzle? He took the offered box and turned it over in his hands. It seemed worn and scuffed from countless attempts to solve it. Quite a curious little thing, he had to admit, and not something he could recall coming across before. Perhaps monsters had their own sorts of puzzles? —

         “I must say, I have not encountered a puzzle such as this before. How did your son acquire it?”

[silkentophat]

1 and 10 !

1. How do they move and carry themselves? Pace, rhythm, gestures, energy?

Layton carries himself as any gentleman should; head up, back straight, and prepared to face whatever comes his way. Despite that, however, there is still a laid back and approachable manner about him. Along with his mellow demeanor, he also has a slightly distant air that separates him from others.His movements are smooth and subtle with a reserved quietness. Energetic is not a word that would describe him; he is very low key and down to earth.

10. What energizes and drains them most?

Puzzles, riddles, brainteasers, take your pick. Teaching also also gives him a spring in his step during lectures. However, there can always be too much of a good thing. Even Professor Layton needs a break from puzzles from time to time when his brain is too worn down, and classes often take a lot out of him. Social interaction is also very exhausting, but there are a few people who rejuvenate him with their presence.

[johannescena]

42 character development questions!

PHYSICAL PRESENCE AND GESTURE. 1. How do they move and carry themselves? Pace, rhythm, gestures, energy? 2. How much physical space do they use, active and at rest? 3. How do they position themselves in a group? Do they like to be the center of attention, or do they hang back at the edges of a crowd? 4. What is their size and build? How does it influence how they use their body, if it does? 5. How do they dress? What styles, colors, accessories, and other possessions do they favor? Why? 6. What are they like in motion–in different environments, and in different activities? What causes the differences between these? 7. How do they physically engage with other people, inanimate objects, and their environment? What causes the differences between these? 8. Where and when do they seem most and least at ease? Why? How can you tell? 9. How do they manifest energy, exhaustion, tension, or other strong emotions? 10. What energizes and drains them most? 11. How are they vocally expressive? What kind of voice, accent, tones, inflections, volume, phrases and slang, and manner of speaking do they use? 12. How are they bodily expressive? How do they use nonverbal cues such as their posture, stance, eyes, eyebrows, mouths, and hands? DISPOSITION AND TEMPERAMENT. 13. How do they greet the world — what is their typical attitude towards life? How does it differ in different circumstances, or towards different subjects? Why do they take these attitudes, and why do they change? How do these tend to be expressed? 14. What do they care deeply about? What kind of loyalties, commitments, moral codes, life philosophies, passions, callings, or spirituality and faith do they have? How do these tend to be expressed? 15. What kind of inner life do they have — rich and imaginative? Calculating and practical? Full of doubts and fears? Does it find any sort of outlet in their lives? 16. Do they dream? What are those dreams like? 17. Are they more shaped by nature or nurture — who they are, or what has happened to them? How have these shaped who they’ve become as a person? 18. What kind of person could they become in the future? What are some developmental paths that they could take, (best, worst, most likely?) what would cause them to come to pass, and what consequences might they have? What paths would you especially like to see, and why? CONNECTIONS WITH OTHERS. 19. How do they behave within a group? What role(s) do they take? Does this differ if they know and trust the group, versus finding themselves in a group of strangers? Why? 20. What kind of individual relationships do they have with others, and how do they behave in them? How are they different between intimate relationships like friends, family, and lovers versus more impersonal relationships? 21. What kind of relationships do they tend to intentionally seek out versus actually cultivate? What kind of social contact do they prefer, and why? 22. How do people respond to them, and why might these responses differ? 23. How do they respond to difficult social moments? What makes them consider a social situation difficult? 24. How do they present themselves socially? What distinguishes their “persona” from their “true self”, and what causes that difference? 25. What do they need and want out of relationships, and how do they go about getting it? 26. How do they view and feel about relationships, and how might this manifest in how they handle them, if it does? ACTIVITIES AND PREFERENCES. 27. What do they strongly like and dislike, in any category? Why? 28. What are they likely to do if they have the opportunity, resources, and time to accomplish it? Why? 29. What kind of activities, interests, and hobbies do they have? What significance and impact do these have in their lives, both positive and negative? 30. What is their preferred level of activity and stimulation? How do they cope if they get either too little or too much? 31. Is there anything that counts as a “dealbreaker” for them, positively or negatively? What makes things go smoothly, and what spoils an activity or ruins their day? Why? 32. Do they have any “props” that are a significant part of their life, identity, activities, or self-presentation somehow? What are they, how are they used, and why are they so significant? How would these props’ absence impact them, how would they compensate, and why? THINKING AND LEARNING. 33. How do they learn about the world–what is their preferred learning style? Hands-on learning with trial and error? Research, reading, and note-taking? Observation or rote memorization? Inductive or deductive reasoning? Seeking patterns and organization? Taking things apart and putting them back together? Creative processing via discussing, writing about, or dramatizing things? 34. How do they understand the world–what kind of worldview and thought processes do they have? Why? 35. How and why do they internalize knowledge? What effect has that had on them? 36. How much do they rely on their minds and intellect, versus other approaches like relying on instinct, intuition, faith and spirituality, or emotions? What is their opinion on this? 37. Have they had any special education or training that colors their means of learning about or understanding the world? Conversely, do they lack some kind of education considered essential in their world? What kind of impact has this addition or lack had on them? 38. Is there anything they wish they could change about their worldview or thought processes? What, and why? 39. What sort of questions or thoughts recur in their lives, either specifically or as a theme? Why are these never answered, or answered permanently to their satisfaction? 40. What do they wonder about? What sparks their curiosity and imagination, and why? How is this expressed, if it is? FREE FOR ALL. 41. What associations do they bring to mind? Words or phrases, images, metaphors or motifs? Why? 42. I have a question of my own!

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Well, if he could actually tell what Layton was truly thinking, he wouldn’t blame just Layton. Every time he was near a human, the experience varied, but with new people in general, he was unsure of what to do. With Layton, though, as Layton began to answer his words, he gradually calmed down to a point where he didn’t have visible nervousness when he was allowed inside.

Gaster walked into the room, finding himself in a bit of a surprise. He somewhat recognized this place, but he couldn’t really put a finger on it, for it was way bigger than the lecture hall he himself remembered from when he had gone to college.. well, he hardly remembered that last part, but he knew it was definitely a lecture hall.

After looking around for a bit, he was stopped from basically exploring by Layton again, and he turned to speak to him.

Which just triggered him to laugh nervously in embarrassment and flush a quiet shade of purple before he spoke.

[It’s more my fault than yours, really. I am known as Wingdings Gaster from where I come from, but simply Gaster will do. And.. er, honestly, if I am allowed to say it? I barely know much of you, other than the fact that you are known for your puzzle/mystery solving skills, and that you are apparently some kind of professor. For what subject, I do not know.]

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— The professor closed the door behind his guest, noting the inquisitive way the skeleton gazed around the classroom. At least he seemed to have relaxed, and Hershel was glad for that.

Wingdings? As in the typeface of pictographs? That was... quite an interesting name, if he did say so himself. And yet somehow it suited this slender, towering fellow very well.

Layton could not help but give a chuckle at the short yet very true description of him. Yes, that was the gist of it. —

         “Haha, well, that is an accurate summation. I’m a professor of archaeology, as a matter of fact, but puzzles and mysteries are also passions of mine. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Gaster.”

— He offered out a hand in a formal greeting. —

         “What is it you would like to speak to me about?”

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He felt even more nervous since the professor was looking at him weird, like he was simply wearing a costume. Or that he wasn’t supposed to exist at all. He just sat there and frowned, looking over Layton’s own outfit.

He wouldn’t exactly wear a top hat unless he were going to a formal event, and he normally only wore black, grey, or brown, or a combination of the colors, in public with his fellow scientists or near Asgore. He liked the sweater color, oddly, and he almost basically wore what Layton did to work, except with the aformentioned colors.

Though, today he wore a lab coat which hid a weird cableknit sweater of a red-and-blue pattern, and some grey slacks, along with some boots of some kind that had a beige color.

By the human’s earlier tone, he had been a bit angry or tired or both, from Gaster’s guess, but–

The skeleton snapped back into attention once Layton spoke once more, blinking a bit to put his thoughts back on the present. He only nodded for a moment, trying to think of something that wasn’t dumb before he did speak. He spoke after a moment, his own voice holding a barely-noticeable British accent and some small amount of raspiness that wasn’t too noticeable either.

[Actually, a couple things, sir. And I owe an explanation for why I’ve suddenly appeared out of nowhere, probably, and maybe on why I even exist. But.. u-um..]

Now he faltered, shifting his feet a bit but his eyes(ockets) still gazing into Layton’s eyes. The small dots of light within said eyesockets were turning purple, and he felt a bit like a fool. But he spoke again.

[C-can you keep the door to the room closed, if you’ll allow me, sir? I think others, if there are people around, would probably want me.. er, not living if they saw me.]

Smooth, Gaster, real smooth, buddy.

[silkentophat]

— Anxiety still seemed to fill the air, and the professor could not help but feel as if he were to blame for that. Layton did his best to relax in hope of making the skeleton feel more at ease. 

“Why I even exist”? Oh dear... That was a bit unsettling, but it seemed that they were already aware of the questions that were brewing in Layton’s mind. —

         “If that’s the case, I will do whatever I can to assist.”

— After the ordeals with the Azran and Underground London, requests for help with puzzles and the like were not a rarity for the professor. The extra workload was often taxing, but he was consoled in the idea that he was helping people. —

         “Oh, of course.”

— The professor stepped to the side to allow the skeleton to enter the lecture hall. It wouldn’t do for them to be conversing in the hall, anyway. However, that last part was cause for some concern. Perhaps things would make more sense after some explanation.

A realization struck Layton. He had not even gotten the name of this visitor! How careless and rude of him. —

         “Forgive me, but you appear to know who I am, and I’m afraid I cannot say the same about you.”

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Untitled by Letícia Cruxen

[tinyteabag]

Artist -> Case Fifteen

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The skeleton monster had gotten himself into a bit of trouble this time, but not so much. Thanks to some odd event with teleportational magic and a request from the young but budding mechanic/scientist Alphys, he’d landed into the timeframe of when some puzzle-solver lived. Oddly enough, this person didn’t normally exist in his world. He couldn’t exactly remember the name. (Not even with the help of the sign outside of the classroom to jog his memory, when he appeared behind a thick table.)

Which led to him using a ‘shortcut’, and landed outside of the classroom in some break area, luckily hidden from the students, but resulted in him knocking over a small trashcan (or rather, ‘wastebasket’) filled with paper trash and wrappers and teabags, and dropping a puzzle box Papyrus wanted tips on how to solve.

As soon as the students went away, Gaster recollected himself with an aching elbow, picked up the puzzle box, and sharply knocked on the door, hoping that this was the correct door where.. well, whoever Alphys called this person was.

‘Argh… I hope this person’s the correct one Alphys wanted me to meet… at least shortcuts are getting easier to use now,’ he thought to himself, while the person was getting to the door. He’d just stood there at the door to try not to panic like the last time he’d been near someone other than Mizar or Papyrus’ friend Hopeful, and as soon as the other appeared, he froze in place.

He couldn’t bring himself to speak; he was a grown man, not a toddler! Seeing the forced smile, he slunk back slightly, grasping Papyrus’ puzzle box in hand.

[E-er… hello. Are you.. um, Professor Layton?]

Good job, Gaster, you dumb-butt. He thought that was the correct name, right? He held his aching right arm due to the elbow hurting, and he awaited the professor’s response anxiously, his mouth in a nervous frown. He wasn’t this nervous with those other humans, certainly not the Administrator.

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— Of all the people who could be standing beyond the door threshold, a... towering skeleton was not something that would have come to Layton’s mind. Oh my.

A vague part of him wondered if he were the only one seeing this image before him, but the empty hallway did not answer his question. Was he dreaming? Or worse? This felt like reality, and a quick squeeze of his fingernails against the palm of his hand proved that - more subtle and grounding than a pinch, he had found.

If this were someone wearing a costume, it was incredibly well crafted. However, the last time the professor had checked his calendar, it was nowhere near Halloween, so why someone would be walking around in a skeleton costume was beyond him. Honestly, Layton had seen stranger things in his life, and he wasn’t one to judge. Nor was he one to talk. Mr. Foot-High-Top-Hat-Popped-Collar-Orange-Sweater-and-Green-Shoes.

Regardless of fashion choices, this visitor seemed to be looking for him in particular and was rather anxious as well. Of course, the professor would never turn someone away if they needed assistance, not even a skeleton. —

         “Ah, yes, I am. Is there something I can help you with?”

[silkentophat]

— Another class concluded, another day of teaching done. The overlapping voices of bustling students swelled beyond the closed lecture hall door as the professor gathered his materials. Posters, relics, notebooks, all sticking out every which way from the box containing them.

Now for the difficult part. He looked on with concern at the stack of papers that sat on the desk beside his suitcase, already packed to bursting. He desperately needed to work on clearing it out when his students had an assignment due. Ah, well, just a bit of rearranging should be enough to keep his life together until he reached his office.

After some shuffling, Layton managed to create a spot for the stack, but the stubborn briefcase still refused to close. He leaned his weight onto it, each press just shy of shutting. Almost -!

A sharp knock resonated from the other side of the classroom door. His gaze jarred up towards it, spotting a figure he could not make out through a small window in the wood. —

         “Come in; the door is unlocked.”

— Layton gave his briefcase one final push, at last getting it closed enough to snap it shut. A flood of triumph filled his chest, forcing a smile on his face. Mission accomplished. The doorknob clicked, and the professor turned to learn the identity of his visitor. —

[pleasegostudy]

Trinity College, Dublin 

Throwback to spring quarter, when I studied abroad in Vienna. On my way back to states, I went to my grandmother’s old house in Ireland, out in County Kerry, on the Dingle Peninsula. I also got to spend some time in Dublin, and while there visited Trinity College.

[fyp-philosophy]

Our greatest glory is not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall.

Confucius (via fyp-philosophy)