Simon Pechthold
@simonpechthold.bsky.social
Future archeological journalist!
You may know me by my sister, Angie!
[Professor Layton OC]
(PFP by https://bsky.app/profile/cherub014.bsky.social)
You may know me by my sister, Angie!
[Professor Layton OC]
(PFP by https://bsky.app/profile/cherub014.bsky.social)
(He looked around the basement from his vantage point on the table, curious. He'd never really come down here before.)
They've got a surprising amount of stuff here. Looks like a lot of old decor.
They've got a surprising amount of stuff here. Looks like a lot of old decor.
August 28, 2025 at 3:13 PM
(He looked around the basement from his vantage point on the table, curious. He'd never really come down here before.)
They've got a surprising amount of stuff here. Looks like a lot of old decor.
They've got a surprising amount of stuff here. Looks like a lot of old decor.
(He darts back and forth on top of a small bookshelf, frazzled.)
HELLO?! JESSE! ANGIE?!!
DES?! HERSH!!
ANYONE!!!
( @marshall-pinheiro.bsky.social )
HELLO?! JESSE! ANGIE?!!
DES?! HERSH!!
ANYONE!!!
( @marshall-pinheiro.bsky.social )
June 19, 2025 at 11:59 PM
(He darts back and forth on top of a small bookshelf, frazzled.)
HELLO?! JESSE! ANGIE?!!
DES?! HERSH!!
ANYONE!!!
( @marshall-pinheiro.bsky.social )
HELLO?! JESSE! ANGIE?!!
DES?! HERSH!!
ANYONE!!!
( @marshall-pinheiro.bsky.social )
(Despite the incoming raid, all he has is time to think.)
*Should I even worry about Father's Day...*
*My father certainly wasn't fond of the person I became... and he certainly never acted like he had time to spare with me and Angie.*
*Should I even worry about Father's Day...*
*My father certainly wasn't fond of the person I became... and he certainly never acted like he had time to spare with me and Angie.*
June 15, 2025 at 4:15 PM
(Despite the incoming raid, all he has is time to think.)
*Should I even worry about Father's Day...*
*My father certainly wasn't fond of the person I became... and he certainly never acted like he had time to spare with me and Angie.*
*Should I even worry about Father's Day...*
*My father certainly wasn't fond of the person I became... and he certainly never acted like he had time to spare with me and Angie.*
(More fitful sleep.
The light leaving their eyes.
Repeating endlessly.
His mind didn't care that the two were alive and well, and likely not even far from him.
It was petrifying.)
The light leaving their eyes.
Repeating endlessly.
His mind didn't care that the two were alive and well, and likely not even far from him.
It was petrifying.)
June 9, 2025 at 3:53 PM
(More fitful sleep.
The light leaving their eyes.
Repeating endlessly.
His mind didn't care that the two were alive and well, and likely not even far from him.
It was petrifying.)
The light leaving their eyes.
Repeating endlessly.
His mind didn't care that the two were alive and well, and likely not even far from him.
It was petrifying.)
Reposted by Simon Pechthold
I’ve got to 🚬 it up.
June 8, 2025 at 2:46 PM
I’ve got to 🚬 it up.
(He sneezes.)
Whoa, what was that from?
Whoa, what was that from?
June 3, 2025 at 3:39 PM
(He sneezes.)
Whoa, what was that from?
Whoa, what was that from?
Oh this is sweet!
I... suppose its not a secret anymore, haha!
I... suppose its not a secret anymore, haha!
HAPPY PRIDE MONTH FROM MY BOYS !!! They're precious!!
June 1, 2025 at 10:40 PM
Oh this is sweet!
I... suppose its not a secret anymore, haha!
I... suppose its not a secret anymore, haha!
Yijun! When did you get here?
June 1, 2025 at 2:10 PM
Yijun! When did you get here?
(He tosses and turns in his makeshift bed, panting and clearly distressed.
Images filter through his head of every way he could go, every way he could lose someone.
Bran and Targent at the center of it all.
He whines pitifully in his sleep.)
Images filter through his head of every way he could go, every way he could lose someone.
Bran and Targent at the center of it all.
He whines pitifully in his sleep.)
May 30, 2025 at 6:12 AM
(He tosses and turns in his makeshift bed, panting and clearly distressed.
Images filter through his head of every way he could go, every way he could lose someone.
Bran and Targent at the center of it all.
He whines pitifully in his sleep.)
Images filter through his head of every way he could go, every way he could lose someone.
Bran and Targent at the center of it all.
He whines pitifully in his sleep.)
(More sleep, more nightmares. Indescribable, forgotten the moment he exits them. Startling all the same.
He drops his head into his hands, exhausted.)
*I feel like I've barely slept since that day... I'm sure I look the part too...*
He drops his head into his hands, exhausted.)
*I feel like I've barely slept since that day... I'm sure I look the part too...*
May 29, 2025 at 1:09 PM
(More sleep, more nightmares. Indescribable, forgotten the moment he exits them. Startling all the same.
He drops his head into his hands, exhausted.)
*I feel like I've barely slept since that day... I'm sure I look the part too...*
He drops his head into his hands, exhausted.)
*I feel like I've barely slept since that day... I'm sure I look the part too...*
(He sits quietly on the kitchen counter, thinking like always. Not much else to do, hobbies don't usually have tiny versions.)
*Man, I wanna be big again... have a sandwich and help with the cleaning and...*
*And keep everyone safe...*
*Man, I wanna be big again... have a sandwich and help with the cleaning and...*
*And keep everyone safe...*
May 28, 2025 at 2:41 PM
(He sits quietly on the kitchen counter, thinking like always. Not much else to do, hobbies don't usually have tiny versions.)
*Man, I wanna be big again... have a sandwich and help with the cleaning and...*
*And keep everyone safe...*
*Man, I wanna be big again... have a sandwich and help with the cleaning and...*
*And keep everyone safe...*
...
Should I be worried that Dalston's dog is very... invested in Des, Hershel, and I?
They've already climbed the walls to keep away, but... he just keeps looking at me.
Should I be worried that Dalston's dog is very... invested in Des, Hershel, and I?
They've already climbed the walls to keep away, but... he just keeps looking at me.
May 27, 2025 at 1:22 PM
...
Should I be worried that Dalston's dog is very... invested in Des, Hershel, and I?
They've already climbed the walls to keep away, but... he just keeps looking at me.
Should I be worried that Dalston's dog is very... invested in Des, Hershel, and I?
They've already climbed the walls to keep away, but... he just keeps looking at me.
I can feel my ears burning again. Actually, they've been burning for a while. Who is talking about me this much??
May 25, 2025 at 2:18 PM
I can feel my ears burning again. Actually, they've been burning for a while. Who is talking about me this much??
May 25, 2025 at 1:28 PM
(He sleeps much sounder now that he can just use a pillow for a bed, but that doesn't sort out the nightmares...)
May 24, 2025 at 1:23 PM
(He sleeps much sounder now that he can just use a pillow for a bed, but that doesn't sort out the nightmares...)
I'm so used to being taller than everyone that being this little is... jarring, at best.
Plus, I am a little too easy to just... scoop up... mmm...
Plus, I am a little too easy to just... scoop up... mmm...
May 23, 2025 at 5:45 PM
I'm so used to being taller than everyone that being this little is... jarring, at best.
Plus, I am a little too easy to just... scoop up... mmm...
Plus, I am a little too easy to just... scoop up... mmm...
(He sits in the waiting room again, staring quietly at the drawings from his dream.)
*I'm sorry, Hershel... I hope it's real, for both our sakes...*
*I want to live that life with you... I want to live...*
*I'm sorry, Hershel... I hope it's real, for both our sakes...*
*I want to live that life with you... I want to live...*
May 20, 2025 at 8:22 PM
(He sits in the waiting room again, staring quietly at the drawings from his dream.)
*I'm sorry, Hershel... I hope it's real, for both our sakes...*
*I want to live that life with you... I want to live...*
*I'm sorry, Hershel... I hope it's real, for both our sakes...*
*I want to live that life with you... I want to live...*
*It is Mother's Day, isn't it... I wonder if Mum and Dad are even still around.*
*They shouldn't be particularly old, but you never know.*
*They shouldn't be particularly old, but you never know.*
May 11, 2025 at 5:27 PM
*It is Mother's Day, isn't it... I wonder if Mum and Dad are even still around.*
*They shouldn't be particularly old, but you never know.*
*They shouldn't be particularly old, but you never know.*
*It's been really nice actually, having this little guy hang out with me. Comforting.*
*...*
*Do I... need a therapy animal..? When I go home?*
*...*
*Do I... need a therapy animal..? When I go home?*
May 9, 2025 at 6:38 PM
*It's been really nice actually, having this little guy hang out with me. Comforting.*
*...*
*Do I... need a therapy animal..? When I go home?*
*...*
*Do I... need a therapy animal..? When I go home?*
*Hospitals need better couches...*
(He picks at the food—he's gotten rather tired of it being less than stellar.)
*And better food...*
(He picks at the food—he's gotten rather tired of it being less than stellar.)
*And better food...*
May 7, 2025 at 3:14 PM
*Hospitals need better couches...*
(He picks at the food—he's gotten rather tired of it being less than stellar.)
*And better food...*
(He picks at the food—he's gotten rather tired of it being less than stellar.)
*And better food...*
(Once Angela is asleep, he quietly refills her water cup before making his way to the cafeteria.
The pickings are meager, but he's starving.)
*The agents aside from Bran don't seem eager to kill anyone...*
*...*
*One of them was named Felix... Is he... like me..?*
The pickings are meager, but he's starving.)
*The agents aside from Bran don't seem eager to kill anyone...*
*...*
*One of them was named Felix... Is he... like me..?*
May 5, 2025 at 2:31 AM
(Once Angela is asleep, he quietly refills her water cup before making his way to the cafeteria.
The pickings are meager, but he's starving.)
*The agents aside from Bran don't seem eager to kill anyone...*
*...*
*One of them was named Felix... Is he... like me..?*
The pickings are meager, but he's starving.)
*The agents aside from Bran don't seem eager to kill anyone...*
*...*
*One of them was named Felix... Is he... like me..?*
(Despite the swaths of information his mind needs to sort through, his sleep is mercifully dreamless.
It refuses to replay that moment, where everything nearly shattered to pieces.
It gives him a sensation of quiet comfort in a rolling sea.)
It refuses to replay that moment, where everything nearly shattered to pieces.
It gives him a sensation of quiet comfort in a rolling sea.)
May 4, 2025 at 4:45 AM
(Despite the swaths of information his mind needs to sort through, his sleep is mercifully dreamless.
It refuses to replay that moment, where everything nearly shattered to pieces.
It gives him a sensation of quiet comfort in a rolling sea.)
It refuses to replay that moment, where everything nearly shattered to pieces.
It gives him a sensation of quiet comfort in a rolling sea.)
(They all manage to reach the house unscathed, but Simon spots someone in the garden and passes Charolette to Angela.)
Des?! What are you doing??
Des?! What are you doing??
May 2, 2025 at 8:28 PM
(They all manage to reach the house unscathed, but Simon spots someone in the garden and passes Charolette to Angela.)
Des?! What are you doing??
Des?! What are you doing??
(He sits restlessly in the living room, leg shaking as he stares down at the sketch of Callum Bran from his dream.)
April 29, 2025 at 2:09 PM
(He sits restlessly in the living room, leg shaking as he stares down at the sketch of Callum Bran from his dream.)