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quick headcanons about the new characters in the bo6 crew :)

black ops 6 was phenomenal, btw. i loved it. please come talk to me about it. please. please. please. please. please. pl

★ william "case" calderon

— known to dissociate or space out frequently, but is easily pulled out of it. it's on his record, but it's never caused enough problems for command to really get concerned about it.

— fidgets with his holsters when he's on edge. it's too quiet, or he's waiting for something to happen, he'll rub his fingers against the leather of the straps, or catch his nail on the metal of the buckles, over and over again. even if the weapon inside, blade or gun, is already drawn.

— seems uneasy around smoke or fog, shifty eyes and a pinched brow, but whenever its brought up, he's confused. seems like he has no idea that air that's... thicker, maybe, is a good descriptor, seems to put him on edge.

— unbothered by bugs, snakes, and any kind of creepy-crawly. seems to enjoy them, if anything - helped handle spiders and other insects or pests that found their way into the safehouse. biting insects seem to love him, though - mosquitoes especially. probably a blood type thing, right?

— avid horror enjoyer. seems uneasy about human experimentation, though. him and woods both seem to dislike that kind of trope.

★ troy marshall

— art is a coping skill, and hobby, of sorts. he keeps a pocket sketchbook and a handful of pens in his pockets whenever he can so he can pull it out when the inspiration arises.

— the longer the group stayed in the safehouse, the more that sketchbook filled up with portraits and still life sketches. people, interactions, architecture, sunrises, scenery. memories, ones troy couldn't help but want to capture.

— definitely a motorcyclist. did you see how he handled that bike with case on the back of it? that was NOT this man's first rodeo. 110% has a motorbike of his own. his biker jackets cycle in and out of his daily wardrobe at seemingly random.

— terrible cook. cannot make complex dishes to save his life. can follow instructions, sure, and makes a damn good sandwhich, but do not trust him to make soup or anything of the sort from scratch.

— ...isn't terrible at cooking meat, though. says he learned how to grill from his parents, but didn't really give the team many chances to see for themselves.

— seems to almost act as an older brother figure to the team instinctively. based on how he responds to jokes about him being a mother hen, it doesn't seem like he realizes he does it. (it is welcome, though. the compassion is nice, in such a harsh field)

★ sevati dumas

— very task oriented. you give her a goal and the right motivation, and she'll do it. very very headstrong, though. doesn't like taking orders unless compensated properly.

— food motivated. loves a good savory dish. enjoys exploring other cultures through that. but, no, she will not accept food as payment. nice try.

— good at acting lax and unbothered, but does, in fact, care very deeply. she's empathetic, but forces herself not to show it. she's had that be taken advantage of once, and she refuses to let that happen again.

— very reluctant to get attached or form connections to others, see her admitting she's only with the team until she gets paid. but she still hangs around felix, and she still tries to talk to troy when harrow's fellowship with the pantheon was unveiled. seems like she's not perfect when it comes to avoiding getting attached, is she?

— vibes only but like. i feel like she wants a little sibling. she wants someone she can take care of. she wants to be a good family member to someone, but having a child... no. she refuses to be a mother. she doesn't want to be a wife. she wants to be her own person. (she'd make a great godmother. or aunt. if she had the chance, and if she tried)

★ felix neumann

— if this man isn't autistic i am going to swallow a leather jacket whole like a snake. by the way. just sayin.

— the gloves were a paranoia result. they're metaphorical, sure, a reminder to himself not to harm anyone else, no taking another human life, but also a horrible, creeping paranoia eased in, of "what if they find your fingerprints," "what if you get blood on your hands again," "what if what if what if" until he could only ease it by wearing gloves. worked nicely, in the end. taking them off was... cathartic. to say the least.

— probably an anarchist? the vibes are there. hates society. hates government. wants to dismantle it all and start from scratch. that's the vibe.

— you... my special little man, get the nature autism. this guy can go on for hours and hours about the critters case finds around the safehouse, and case listens attentively and happily. also fantastic at foraging, has dozens of safe-to-eat and unsafe-to-eat plants stored away in his brain, and can rattle off the facts at a moment's notice.

— not the best hunter, but is, amusingly, better with a bow when it comes to hunting than he is with a gun.

— would code simple video games (think similar vibes to the chrome dinosaur game) to play for fun if he got bored enough. good thing he's excellent at finding things to distract himself with, no?

★ jane harrow

— photography lover. not fantastic about herself, but she'll sit and analyze photos taken by others for minutes on end, noting all the little details captured by a camera lense freezing the moment in time.

— does the same with drawn art. paint, sketch, whatever, she'll sit and analyze every little detail she can and point it all out. she loves noticing the details. calling attention to them. letting the artist know, if she can, that she sees all the effort they put into their work.

— her guilty pleasure? window shopping for stuffed animals. always writes it off as being for her niece, or a friend's child, but she wants to collect them. there's something soft, precious, genuine and uncomplicated about plush toys. but she's an adult. she can't afford to be so childish.

— ...alongside the drawing troy made of her, she still also keeps the little teddy bear he insisted on buying for her as a thank you gift, once. but that one isn't in her office. she hides it, away from prying eyes.

— mildly claustrophobic. she can push through it, and she will, when it comes to what her job demands of her, but she likes to avoid enclosed spaces when she can get away with it. it's... easier. feels less like being cornered. (she dances around the real reason she hates it. she never wants to be stuck hiding in a closet, or tucked under a little girl's bed ever, ever again.)

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thinking about how frank woods enjoyed staying at the rook with the team. like, openly. "what we've got going on here... it's good." then talking about david.

maybe it was his time at the rook, helping his team, organizing ops, doing everything hands on that he could to help out, thinking about his best friend's kid - maybe it was all of that, that made him think that maybe, maybe, he really could take care of david.

maybe he could be a good dad, after all of this passes.

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died? passed on? what are you guys talking about?

lullah and chayanne hatched in the nest in rose's sanctuary, incubated by the magic around them and the warmth of their nest and their father's wings being laid over them like blankets. while he slipped out of the realm through dreams, led back to his hardcore world by a goddess draped in black, gold, and shades of purple, they learned to get used to their new bodies, before rose showed to them, too.

"come with me," she urged in the sweet voice they knew as someone who had protected and guided them many times before. "the veil is thin, i can take you to him."

philza would recognize his children anywhere, and the murder is always happy to welcome new crows - especially the one with the dragon-eggshell mask and the one with the poppy woven around one ankle.

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people who write simon "ghost" riley as socially inept and completely clueless are cowards

this man knows the most niche weird shit about so many different topics and also has probably learned the exact tells and social cues that indicate what kind of response would fit best and can explain it to you In Detail because how the fuck else did he survive an abusive household as a child, being a prisoner of war, and being held captive multiple times

this man is INCREDIBLY smart and knowledgeable

he just also happens to hate socializing.

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This transmission may be recorded for log-keeping purposes. Thank you for understanding!

[Admr. Briggs] Doc Johnson.

[Hm. Johnson] Admiral Briggs. How's your leg?

[Admr. Briggs] It's fine. I'm here to report a concern of JSOC's to you, not a concern for myself.

[Hm. Johnson] Oh, I see.

[Hm. Johnson] Who is the concern about?

[Admr. Briggs] Commander David Mason. Section.

[Hm. Johnson] (sighs) Another mark on his record. He's already on bedrest after Haiti, what now?

[Admr. Briggs] I've had multiple of his squad report to me, starting after June nineteenth, that he's been behaving strangely.

[Hm. Johnson] Details, please, Admiral.

[Admr. Briggs] They've been reporting that he's... abnormally distracted. He keeps looking specifically to the right, supposedly, and very frequently. Never for long, but frequently enough that apparently, it's noticeable.

[Hm. Johnson] ...Admiral, just to be clear, June nineteenth? As in the day he captured Raul Menendez?

[Admr. Briggs] Yes.

[Hm. Johnson] ...Admiral Briggs. That is... also the date of death for Master Chief Petty Officer Mike Harper.

[Admr. Briggs] ....son of a bitch.

End of transmission.

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genuinely i think i've absolutely lost it when it comes to philza and fit dude. i just cant get over them.

their characters are so interesting. a 2b2t historian forced to learn how to be a single father and raise a dad, and a hardcore world main married to the goddess of death raising a child alone after his assigned partner can't linger, best of friends.

they don't talk for weeks or days or god knows how long and it doesn't even matter. fit is loud and chaotic and loves instigating mayhem, and phil is usually laid back and chill but gets protective and wrathful when he can, and so when they meet in the middle, god help anyone in the blast radius of whatever hell they're about to create.

forever's pursuits get shut down, and missa isnt around much, and phil's wife isnt there (fit swears there's a crow that phil nuzzles sometimes, though, and they love sitting on his shoulder, and there's his purple sheen to their feathers and - nah. no. not his business. but it would make sense for the goddess of death to be able to take on the appearance of a crow,) yet when fit jokingly makes advances, flirts and makes suggestive jokes, phil laughs and feeds into it or plays along with this scrunch of his nose and a smile and makes fit grin, knowing that's a level of trust that phil doesn't even voice as being one.

phil runs to help him in a fight, shares things with him ("oh, youre too good to me, phil!" and phil laughs at fit's exaggerated tone), and fit doesn't think he's trusted someone this much since before he joined 2b2t for the first time, but he briefly considers telling phil why he's really on this island.

they exist on opposite ends of a spectrum that's something past what humans know - fit's fingers and the tips of his ears stained black with how often he was withered, phil's quick thinking and paranoia learned from the need to survive in a world where he's alone - and yet they get along, clicking together like pieces of a puzzle, sticking like glue.

don't bother praying to any god at all, should they meet in the middle with you as their target, because nothing can save you. not from the historian of 2b2t and the angel of death.

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fit, who lived on 2b2t for years long enough he lost count.

fit, who was known for his work documenting 2b2t's history.

fit, who is covered in scars and knows how to cause chaos that doesn't compare to the other kind of chaos on this island.

fit, who made a house, a home, out of a lava cast.

fit, who has an uncanny smile and a dangerous look to his eyes whenever he's up to no good.

fit mc, 2b2t. the same fit that phil can trust when he says "that's real, phil. you're not dreaming."

fit, who is real.

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(cracks my knuckles) i have a new duo to be entirely abnormal about.

fit mc 2b2t is one of the wildest, most unpredictable, and theoretically speaking, most dangerous residents of quesadilla island. he's all sharp eyes and a wicked grin and a rough laugh and something not quite human but human enough to unsettle those who are. his eyes rip through you like a monster and his metal arm and metal fingers and that unnatural glint in his left eye say something about what he is.

philza minecraft, angel of death, does not fear him. he has no reason to. fit's egg, a little rambunctious kiddo, loves being around his own egg. their kids get along like a house on fire, and so do they. fit's joking flirts and suggestive remarks are funny, his crows squawk and caw in disbelief and create a ruckus when they riff of each other like that, but phil can see in fit's eyes that he doesn't mean the jokes. he knows who phil follows. he knows about her. no resident of 2b2t doesn't. phil's hands are rough from building and his mind is honed and creative, and he knows his wife is always at his back.

so when phil turns to fit, asks if he still knows how to lava cast, fit's eyes gleam with excitement and a smile somehow serious and giddy all at once crosses his face - yeah, he does.

and when phil stares at a parrot, eyes distant, crows perching and watching him worriedly, one hopping up to his side and tugging on his robe with their beak to no response, fit tells him its real, and admits aloud - on purpose - how weird it is that they're by the museum, watching phil's eyes focus more as he nods slowly.

and if some day, phil turns to fit with those clever eyes, and asks fit to burn the world down with him, slaughter everyone who stands in their way, fit will make sure he prepares an offering for the goddess of death in apology for all the work she's about to have to do.

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etoiles qsmp agere hcs?

ah, the beloved troublemaker /aff

• "no, man, you can't go fight the code or do dungeons while you're tiny. bad ff- bad idea, dude." "BUT PHIIIIIIILLLLLLLLLL" (<- conversation that occurs while etoiles is regressed on a regular basis)

• needs to be reminded to eat and drink, or use his insulin. will feel nauseous and dizzy and weak and gets distressed about it and won't realize until someone asks if he needs to test his blood sugar that "oh, yeah, that's probably what it is, isn't it?"

• gets nervous when unarmed - even regressed, he feels best when he's holding the best gear he can get his hands on. not having a weapon at least in a backpack of his makes him anxious, and it doesn't subside until he has something he can defend himself with close by

• will sleep the whole day away if his loved ones aren't awake - he refuses to be alone. not because he's scared, or because he needs help while regressed, no. not at all. rather: he misses his loved ones SO much it ACHES when he's little. he wants to be close to the people he loves, if nothing else.

• he doesn't like telling people about his regression, but if you know etoiles well, it's very obvious when he's regressed. he's so much more social, more clingy, less focused on pushing himself. he wants to have fun!! he wants to be with you!! he loves you, did you know that? he loves you!! you're the COOLEST!!! ....yeah it's really obvious when etoiles is little

• LOVES a good playfight. LOVES doing dungeons. loves adrenaline and fun and being with people, but gets very competitive. he and chayanne take their games of tag very, very seriously (which phil finds adorable, and sometimes joins in on)

• once it got installed, lucky ducks became little etoiles' FAVORITE thing to do. a safe way to fight stuff AND get cool things? um, YES please??

• so bad at forgetting to sleep when he's spending time with loved ones. it's usually phil that grabs him when he's tired, dragging him into a nest he keeps in a side room of casa bonita's property, and lays on him to force him to rest. being wrapped in cozy blankets and soft things with the weight of his big brother sprawled over his chest always knocks little etoiles out cold.

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i got one more sorry hang on hang on h

fit being from 2b2t and having a second fucking sense for danger and immediately clocking phil as something more than just an avian. there's something in those eyes, in his builds, in how he weilds the weapons he fights with, in how he protects his children with an unhinged violence that almost matches the insanity of trolls and the guilds of 2b2t. he's more than just avian.

that should be a threat. it should mean danger. but the murder that follows phil is... friendly. phil talks to the crows, they talk to him. when phil is sleeping or not around, fit can't help but notice that some of them end up tailing him and hanging out with him instead. it takes a while, but the first time phil really goes for it - fights the code before fit's eyes, fury and protective rage, his crows cawing and causing a racket, swarming overhead, fit feels it. recognition. familiarity.

and in the middle of the aftermath, bloody, dirty, chest heaving when he thought no one was looking, fit watches a larger crow flap up onto phil's shoulder, and when the crow turns their head to him and they lock eyes, phil suddenly calming and relaxing under the pinch of a crow's talons on his shoulder, fit finally puts the pieces together with confidence.

no wonder phil feels familiar to fit. he knows that crow. he's met her before - it's just his first time meeting her angel.

fit and the goddess of death are not strangers.

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i wonder what would happen if cucurucho showed up around little!cellbit, i imagine it wouldn't go well, though i bet all the islanders would be super protective if that happened, especially roier would be super protective

BEIDHF YEAH THAT WOULDNT GO WELL AT ALL... especially if regression is well known on the island and people know the signs, cucurucho would NOT be a welcome visitor around the little ones

esp with cellbit... given the fact that cellbit is investigating the federation, and he's crossing them behind their backs, having cucurucho show up when he's in a vulnerable state would not be well-received. especially not by roier, who wouldn't even let cucurucho talk to cellbit...

i can see roier using his body to block cucurucho from getting close to cellbit, telling him that he can come back later and that he doesn't care how important it is, cellbit is not available to be spoken to right now! once cucurucho leaves, roier drags cellbit somewhere safe and comfy and smothers him in kisses and pets and frets over him until they're both calmed down and cellbit is tucked up under roier's chin and purring.

badboyhalo though ... whugh. bad is good at distracting and he's smart and cunning and he'll talk cucurucho in circles until casually saying he's gotta go, hiding his urge to lash out at cucurucho or pick up cellbit (who was shoved behind bad's back to protect him) and run. and once he can, cellbit is scooped into his arms and they vanish to wherever bad can get them to, making sure cellbit is okay and not scared or hurt before even CONSIDERING letting himself relax

i think there's bonus angst potential here for the whole thing about cellbit being chased with a chainsaw... cowering from cucurucho and flinching at loud noises until he's long since removed from the situation and safe and curled up with someone who he knows can protect him.

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Oki Oki more specifically... it's not one you mentioned but i think pac would help fit try out regression! he would just ease fit into a space where he has lots of soft blankets and toys and comforts and help fit to let go and calm down and be small :)) i think fit would be a very small sensitive regressor

Oooh!! I feel like Fit would be an older regressor tbh! I think feeling that small and vulnerable would really freak him out, but I do see where you're coming from!

Hm, let's see... I'll try to keep these in alignment with your headcanon, yeah? :)

• fit definitely likes his privacy - can't regress in any public space, even by accident. it never hits him unless he's somewhere he knows he's safe, and somewhere mobs or passerby won't stumble across him.

• baggy clothes become a comfort - it's nice to hide the scars and the prosthetic, sometimes, be comfy and wrapped up in a fabric that keeps him warm. (it still has to be some level of practical, drives him nuts if it isn't)

• very awkward about it, but likes holding onto pac, who, bless him, finds it adorable and will pull fit's hand to his clothes or tail or into his own hand so fit doesn't have to initiate it. fit is very, very grateful for this.

• sleepy boy... easier to sleep when you feel safe around someone, and with pac always promising to watch his back while he sleeps, fit finds it much easier to sleep when he's regressed and pac is sitting at the edge of the bed, doing tool maintenance or sketching plans for a new build or talking with mike on their communicators.

• the few times fit does venture out of his safe places while regressed, he picks up things that remind him of the people he cared about along the way without thinking. flowers for pac, pretty blocks and shiny trinkets for phil, and of course, anything and EVERYTHING that reminds him of his baby boy ramón

• while fit doesn't make nests, himself, pac LOVES making nests and pillow forts, even just for fun, and fit ends up loving them when he's small. cozy, a lot of soft stuff, extra privacy, a space he has control over, usually smells like his boyfriend because of the blankets that get used... oh yeah. he loves that.

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historically speaking, i only ever really write oneshots. however, i want to try my hand at writing a longer fic. one that's planned.

i'm banking on the two cakes theory here (the thing where even if someone's already done something, you should do it yourself anyway because holy shit! TWO cakes? instead of just one? HELL YEAH!!) and i am going to attempt! to write my own spin on the "nailmasters adopting vessels" bit

little ghost will be caught and stopped from exiting hallownest by mato, and will be raised by him until THK calls.

lost kin will be found after being wounded by the mawleks and fleeing through the ancient basin's tramway, into the kingdom's edge, by oro.

and the greenpath vessel will be found after sheo has a clash with the giant mosscreep, and - hey, one of these little critters isn't quite like the others, now is it?

plus a bonus fourth fic, as a sequel to all three of those, where i think i want to subject sly to accidental child acquisition. good luck helping the hollow knight themselves, little guy.

im still planning everything out, and this is very ambitious of me, since i usually only do oneshots, maybe two chps MOST, but im posting this so i can be held to it.

feel free to ask me questions, badger me for updates, or suggest things to give me ideas :)

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your house is haunted.

word count: 9,112

pairings: todobaku

warnings: references, implications, and dark-humor jokes pertaining to endeavors totally-great parenting skills (physical child abuse)

notes: this was inspired by this edit (tiktok link), to taylor swift's "seven"! this is a tdbk song to me now. i do not care. also revising this bitch added over a thousand words to it and i have no fucking idea how i pulled that off. have fun!

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missa my beloved pathetic boyfailure. someone get that man a heated blanket and a big chayanne plushie to hold

reblogs encouraged : do NOT repost !

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ok another one but then i have to sleep

v2 was scared when it died. slamming out of the pyramid was a last-ditch attempt to flee when it realized it wasn't going to beat v1 there. it wanted to retreat and try again - or maybe avoid another confrontation all together. it was the inferior machine, and it knew it.

but v1 followed. kept fighting. and v2 couldn't keep up. it knew it was done for and all it could hope is that it was taking v1 with it, but when it got flung off the side of the pyramid - there was no recovering.

it knew it was over before it even hit the ground.