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Clive’s family

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Day 2: Unwound Future

I LOVE YOU DOVE HOUSEHOLD !!!!!!!!!!! Except for clive i dont like him 💥💥💥💥(ignore my 1000 drawings)

@layton-npc-appreciation-week

#cookie lords art #professor layton series #constance dove #pl spring #pl cogg #pl shipley #clive dove #hes like. there. in the back #this aint about him. however for orhanization purposes #layton npc appreciation week

I've been having. a time creatively so take some basic doodles for now

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Upscaled versions of the Lost Future credits images. Part 1/3.

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What's better than adopting 1 child?

U guessed; Two Children!

Description of the AU below:

#Professor Layton and the Azran Legacy #Clive Dove #Aurora #PL #Professor Hershel Layton #Professor Desmond Sycamore #Luke Triton #Flora Reinhold #Clark Triton #Brenda Triton #Emmy Altava #Cogg #Spring #Constance Dove #Content Warning

Constance Doves’s Fortune

This is a question that comes up pretty often, and for good reason: where did Constance Dove get all that money? We don’t know anything about her other than her social status, that she was a good adoptive mother, and that she died. She sounds sweet and unassuming, but is basically just a plot device to explain why Clive is rich. Now this could be seen as more of a fic prompt than a theory, but could Clive be continuing/repurposing something that she started?

Look, Future London is massive. The construction is unfinished, as you can see on “Midland Road”, but the drainpipes and grates are rusted, and there are full grown trees out in the distance. You could say Dimitri and Clive got them like that on purpose, but what if they didn’t? Do you really think a city can be popped up in just ~5 years, even with infinite money at your disposal? What if Future London was a project started by Constance for whatever reason, and the whole thing was included in Clive’s inheritance?

Why would she build this? It would have to be for something both literally and figuratively underground. According to her anecdotally good nature, maybe she was trying to evade the corrupt government by building a secret community exempt from the law, housing people and letting them live on their own terms. It would explain why the residents didn’t seem like actors so much as people who have lived there for a long time, participating in an established community.

This is where the “theory” gets kind of edgy. Clive’s gang goes by the vague name of “The Family”. You’d think they’d have his name in front as families typically do. He somehow built up a functional organized crime ring in those ~5 years as well? It’s not impossible, but it’s unlikely. Correct me if I’m wrong, but Spring and Cogg said that they loyally worked for the Dove family, right? What family? It was just Constance until she adopted Clive. What if The Family is short for The Dove Family, and it’s been around much longer than Clive? It would explain how organized and powerful it is, but it would also explain why Spring and Cogg didn’t seem too bothered by the underground city. They expressed guilt and horror at Clive’s terrorism plan, but not anything going on before that.

Back to the topic of the post, what if Constance’s massive fortune came from illegal activity? That way, someone could make a ridiculously obscene amount of money even at an old age. All of this could have been part of Clive’s inheritance, repurposed by him for his revenge plan, disregarding any of the original intent behind it.

Or Constance could’ve just made all that money from selling both soap and chocolate.

#professor layton #layton series #layton #pl #unwound future #clive dove #Constance dove #professor layton spoilers #unwound future spoilers #lost future #I’m alive guys #I’m just not super into pl rn #I’m majoring in miraculous with a minor in yttd #on @ct-multifandom #fun fact the idea for this post has been in my drafts for over a year

Ok so….Clive and Constance playing cards together 👏👏👏 A little fluffy WIP I’m excited about. So many of my head-canons for them in this are inspired by and based off ones from my gf @chyouxart, who opened my eyes to the endless depths of familial fluff to be mined from the orphan boy and his adopted family T-T

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He'd bested her at cribbage on Monday. No surprise there; Cogg had warned her of the boy's prowess. Tuesday he'd reigned at rummy, while Wednesday saw her lose at her own specialty, whist. It was at this point she'd realized Cogg hadn't been dire enough in his impromptu report. Thursday's game of patience had, predictably, ended in a death match the boy had won by mere seconds.

Despite her losses, she would not let him beat her at Go Fish.

"Do you have any fives, Clive?"

With a small frown, Clive slid a single card across the bed. Constance picked it up, only to lay down another match on the quilt swathing her lap. At this rate, her collection was going to keep her warmer than her blankets.

"Any jacks?" Clive asked in return.

His foot tapped a distracted rhythm against the leg of his stool. Combined with his stoic pout, he clearly considered himself too old for the game. He had agreed to it, nonetheless. Perhaps he hoped to continue his winning streak. Heaven only knew the boy was proud as any Dove who’d strutted the earth. Still… unlike every other round of cards they’d played this week, his efforts today were noticeably half-hearted. He hadn’t even made a single cheeky remark since sitting down.

Was he too tired after his long school day to be bothered with childish games, or was there something on his mind? As deep as she was in her golden years, Constance liked to think she retained a youthful spirit. Clive at sixteen years challenged that notion. Such a baffling, brooding, tempestuous age. She loved him as devoutly as she always had, of course. But sometimes puzzling the boy out was like winging sonar waves over a dark landscape, ever changing as he matured.