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The Little Things Give You Away

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You've been with the 141 for a little while now, part of the team but not part of the pack. A mission to Urzikstan changes that.

Warnings: Feelings of inadequacy, canon typical violence, non descriptive violence, shifter etiquette, swearing.

Word count: 5.4k

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick x f!reader (fennec fox shifter), with background Alex x Farah

You’d been with the 141 for a few months now, after tons of work and a few test runs. You meshed well with their skill sets, your long fuse and medical training giving you an advantage over other hopefuls. By now, you’d run ops with all of them, as a large group and in smaller groups. You knew these men, trusted them on the field. 

But that trust still only went so far. You still didn’t feel like part of the pack. 

It took time, you knew. You’d integrated into other packs before. Part and parcel of this kind of life - you’d already been in half a dozen packs. (Which was perhaps a high number but you got along well with people. You didn’t think that was a fault.) 

So you had a job you loved, with men you trusted and respected. And a pack that kept you at arms length. 

One of these things was not like the others. 

You managed. You did the best you could, which was still pretty damn good. And that was enough. 

Getting called to the briefing room was nothing new, and you sat a couple seats away from Gaz and Soap. 

"Got a call from an old friend," Price said as he walked up the front of the room. "So we're gonna go help out. Off the books." 

"Where are we going?" Gaz asked, looking interested. 

"Urzikstan." 

Gaz lit up, but Soap and Ghost didn't. Well. At least you weren't the only one who didn't know what was going on. 

"Weapons will be provided once we get there," Price said. "Pack light, our ride will be here in an hour. Dismissed." 

You stood and let the others go first. You didn't have too much you had to do, after all. Just throw some necessities in a bag. 

"Question, sergeant?"

The voice of your captain and alpha broke you out of your thoughts, and you shook your head. "No, sir." 

Price eyed you for a moment before he nodded. "Best hurry," he advised quietly. 

You tipped your head in acknowledgement and walked faster, turning down a different corridor. Your quarters were a little bit away from the rest of the pack. 

Which was fine. It was fine. 

True to your prediction, you threw things in a bag and carried it out to the heli pad, and ended up being the first one there. You debated shifting, but knew you'd catch shit if anyone else saw you. So you sat down and pulled a book out of your bag, settling in to wait. 

"Good book?" Gaz stood over you, his own bag slung over his shoulder. 

"So far," you agreed, craning your neck back to look up at him. "Sounded like you know where we're going."

"I know which old friend, at least." Gaz shrugged, taking a step back so you could get to your feet. "You'll like her." 

Your eyebrows shot up. Her? Well then. This would be interesting. 

"Hurry up, wee menace!" Soap called as he passed the two of you. You immediately scowled after him. You hated that nickname and the whole team knew it. 

"One of these days," you muttered. 

"Only if you can catch him," Gaz pointed out with a grin. When you turned your withering stare to him, he held up his hands, laughing. "Was just a joke, love!" 

You huffed and turned away from him, ignoring his soft groan. The walk out to the heli was short, and you buckled in silently. Gaz sat across from you, trying to catch your eye, and you relented somewhat. Enough to smile at him. 

The flight was long and boring. The pilot, Nikolai, was a cheery man who occasionally told jokes over the headsets. Price sat up near him. 

When you finally landed, Urzikstan was hot and dry. Nothing too unusual for the region. Part of you luxuriated in the heat, wanting to shift and stretch out. 

But you didn't, falling in at the end of the line. The sandy tarmac crunched a little under your boots. 

"You still know how to make an entrance," an American voice drawled. You blinked.

"Alex!" Gaz jogged forward, clearly excited. 

"He's not wrong," a woman added. You finally got up to where you could see too. The man, Alex, stood next to the woman, both of them looking pleased. 

"You're one to speak," Price said, holding out his hand. "You both know Gaz. These are the rest of my team." He introduced Soap, Ghost, and then you. Of course you were last. As usual. “These are Farah and Alex.” 

You nodded to the pair, watching them. Hopefully you’d get some answers soon. You were starting to feel antsy. 

“This way.” Farah took the lead, Price falling in next to her. Gaz stuck with Alex, and of course Soap and Ghost were together. You trudged after them, taking a few moments to look around. 

Farah didn’t speak again until you were all inside, a little bit pressed together. The room was probably not really meant for five men as big as them. 

“We’ve had problems with the Russians again,” she said, glancing meaningfully at Price. 

“Who?” He frowned down at the map.

“A lieutenant of a man named Makarov.” 

You straightened, feeling the tension in the room ratchet as your teammates did the same. 

“One of his lieutenants, huh?” Price mused, leaning a little closer to the map. “Show me.”

Farah went over what she could, showing where the Russians had come from and what territory they’d claimed. It wasn’t much, yet, but she was rightfully worried about them taking more. 

“We will need to do recon, but I can do that.” Farah shot Alex a quelling look. 

Alex huffed softly. “Be better if you didn’t have to do it alone.” 

“Nobody notices a cat,” Farah pointed out, half gentle, half exasperated, the tone of an old argument. 

“I can go,” you offered, barely glancing at Price for permission. “I’ll blend right in.” 

Price hesitated only a moment before he nodded. “Fennec fox,” he said to Farah’s questioning look. 

Farah nodded, pleased. “We have time. We should learn each other’s scents now.” 

You grinned, immediately stripping off your tac vest. Ignoring the noise of protest from Gaz, you dumped your vest and boots off to the side and shifted. 

It was easy to wiggle out of your clothes as a fox. You were, you had to admit, pretty tiny, weighing only three pounds. Your ears swiveled, taking in all the sounds around you (you were pretty sure you heard a quickly stifled “aww” from Alex) before you yipped, once. 

“Enough of that,” Price grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest. You huffed at him, uncowed, and took a few steps back and forth. 

Farah, when she emerged from Alex’s other side, was a cat. A sand cat. Also nearly perfectly suited to blend in with the sand, and very close to your size. But with smaller ears. You perked up, tail wagging as you crept forward. It had been a long, long time since you’d had anyone properly sized to play with. Farah’s nose twitched and she stepped closer to you, giving you both a chance to familiarize yourself with the other’s scent. 

And then you carefully bopped her on the nose. 

She reared back, looking startled, ears flickering. You readied yourself to roll over in apology, until her tail flicked and she bopped you right back. You yipped, high and pleased, and bounced at her before racing away. 

You weren’t sure exactly how long the two of you played tag, but it was long enough that you were thoroughly worn out. You’d seen multiple buildings, wound your way between at least half a dozen people (not including your own pack), and had even stumped her twice. All in all, you’d say that was a pretty good showing.

Until one big hand scooped you up. You squeaked, resisting the urge to bite when you sniffed the hand. Gaz. 

“Not leaving until tomorrow,” Gaz told you quietly, holding you close to his chest. You were still a little mad that he could hold you with one big hand, but, well… Being so small was to your advantage sometimes. “Food, then relaxing for a bit. Price’s orders.”

You huffed a little in acknowledgement, settling against him. Of your four packmates, he was the most conscientious about holding you, with Price as a close second. You didn’t even let Soap pick you up anymore. 

You did shift back to eat, not quite surprised when Farah ended up next to you, and Alex on her other side. 

“I have not seen a fox shifter in a long time,” Farah said, glancing at you. 

You smiled. “I’m the only fennec in my family,” you admitted. “Which is okay! Not like any of us are too big.”

Farah nodded knowingly while Alex just blinked at you. 

“How long have you been with the 141?” She nudged Alex into eating. Aww. Adorable. 

“Few months.” You shrugged, pushing your food around your plate. You were hungry but not - the food looked good but sometimes making yourself actually eat was harder. You had protein bars stashed in your bag for this very reason. 

She glanced between you and them. The rest of the pack had all settled around, not quite including you. Which didn’t bother you as much as it probably should. You could see the wheels turning in her head and shook your head a little. It wasn’t worth asking them. 

“So, how’d you end up here?” You looked at Alex with an easy smile. 

Dinner passed easily with the two of them, exchanging stories. You had a few of your own, including a few pranks you’d pulled off when you were younger. Sometimes being small had its advantages. 

But when Price called your name, you still straightened and looked his way. 

“Finish up,” he ordered, nodding to your plate. Dammit. You’d hoped he wouldn’t notice. “Then lights out, since you’re scouting tomorrow.”

“Yes sir,” you muttered, only a little sulky. You were quick to finish off your plate, even as Farah excused herself to talk to Price. 

“Sure you’re alright?” Alex asked very softly, giving you a quick look over. “Just, I’ve seen packs before, not just here but all over. They’re normally…”

“Tighter?” you asked with a wry little smile, carefully keeping your voice low enough that the pack couldn’t hear you. “Yeah. I know.” 

He eyed you carefully, gaze flicking over to where Farah and Price were talking. “Well, if you need anything, you let us know.”

Warmed by the unexpected offer, your smile softened. “Thank you. I appreciate that.” You nodded to him, and his lips quirked in return. You stood to put your dishes on the pile and retire for the night, per orders. 

“Everything alright?” Gaz asked, catching up to you easily, almost touching you. 

“Yeah, fine,” you were quick to assure him. “Which one’s ours?” 

“Here.” He guided you to the room the pack had been given. Quarters were tight, you understood. Was far from the first time you’d be sharing with them. “You sure you’re alright?” 

Your smile definitely felt frayed. “Why do people keep asking me that?” you mused, not quite expecting an answer. “Do I have some cosmic sign above my head?”

“No, just–” Gaz cut himself off with a sigh, shoulders slumping. “Checking, I guess. I know it’s easy to feel on the outside of things.”

You paused in the middle of taking your boots off, looking at him. For a wild moment, you wondered if he’d heard you talking to Alex. Then you shook it off. “It’s fine,” you said, looking back at your boots. “Not a big deal. Temporary additions are like that, I get it.”

“Temporary?” Gaz’s jaw dropped, distress leaking into his scent. 

“Yeah?” You frowned at him. 

“Who told you this was temporary?” He even sounded distressed now, hands clenching and unclenching at his sides. 

You blinked. “My last CO,” you answered slowly, only a little uncertain now, even as you grabbed your sleeping bag. “Nobody said anything, so I figured–”

“That you were replaceable.” His eyes had gone wide now too. 

You shrugged. “Pretty much.”

“Fuck.” He dropped his head. “You… fuck.”

“Hey, it’s fine, I get it.” You shot him a grin, easygoing and a little mischievous. “Foxes aren’t easy to be around for everybody.” 

Gaz looked at you like you weren’t speaking the same language. "You think we care about that?" 

You shrugged. "Who doesn't?" You shook your sleeping bag out and double checked that your stuff was as out of the way as you could get it. "It's not a big deal, Gaz." 

His jaw clenched, distress still in his scent, but something else was overpowering it now. Some odd combination of anger and determination. "Think there's been a misunderstanding," he said slowly, looking at you. 

You shrugged, wiggling into your sleeping bag. "Look, it's fine. Stop worrying about it. I'm here to do a job, same as you lot. Just leave it." 

He did not look like he would leave it, but he did turn and walk out, letting you finally settle down to sleep.

Or at least to lay there with your eyes closed, trying to turn off your brain. 

You woke briefly when the rest of the pack trooped in, but Price touched the top of your head. "Just us," he murmured, low and almost gentle. "Go back to sleep." 

You blinked slowly at him before you nodded, closing your eyes again and curling up. You'd be less of a bother if you took up less space, so you tried to take as little as possible. 

There was a soft but brief conversation behind you. You tried to tune them out, letting your eyes close and tucking your nose down again to block out errant scents. 

You were asleep before the pack had finished settling in. 

You woke first, slipping out of bed as quietly as possible and taking a moment to look at the pack. Soap and Ghost were curled together, Soap shamelessly using Ghost's bicep as a pillow. Price was between them and Gaz, stretched out and breathing deeply in sleep. Gaz… Gaz was on his side facing where you had been, a little furrow in his brow, looking faintly uncomfortable. 

You resisted the urge to check on him, to crouch next to him and touch him. You wouldn't be welcomed, anyway. So you turned away and went in search of a warm drink. 

Damn Gaz for making you wonder about your place in this pack. 

You had some nice quiet time before the rest of the pack got up, and then it was mission time. You got ready silently, taking as little as possible. One of your teammates would hold your stuff while you were scouting, you knew. 

But you didn't want to burden them further. 

"Woke early?"

You nearly jumped at the voice of your captain behind you, and you turned to look at him. "Yes, sir." 

He nodded, making tea and then sitting next to you, close enough that your knees touched. You eyed him for a moment, uncertain. Price was not exactly the most touchy-feely alpha, although you'd seen him touch the others plenty of times. 

"After this mission, I think we need to have a talk, hm?" He tipped his head to look at you, eyes very blue for the brief look you allowed yourself before your gaze dropped to the table. 

"Yes, sir," you agreed softly, heart plummeting. Well. Months was not a bad run in a pack. Better than your personal low of three weeks! You'd be fine. Everything would be fine. 

"Nothing bad," he assured you, because of course he did. He didn't want you distracted on mission. "Just clarifying some things." 

"I understand." And you did. Foxes weren't good for a lot beyond scouting and recall, after all. 

He nodded once, firm, and turned his attention back to his tea. You swallowed the last of your drink and slunk away quietly. 

You needed to get your head on straight and stuff your feelings back in the little box to be examined never. 

By the time you all gathered, you were ready, bouncing lightly on your toes. Gaz stood next to you, bumping into you lightly. 

"We've got two forward teams," Price said without preamble. "Soap, Ghost, you're with Farah and Alex. You two are with me. Farah's people will provide backup once we've got our intel." 

You nodded. No surprises there. 

"We will need to look for numbers, locations, entrances," Farah told you. "Weapons." 

You nodded again. "Got it." 

"Right. Let's get on it, then." Price smirked, jerking his head to the waiting cars. 

The drive out into the desert was quiet but for the roar of the engine. Gaz kept shooting you little looks, and you clenched your jaw. 

He must have talked to Price. Maybe he'd talked about your position on the team… or lack thereof. 

You couldn't help the niggling doubt that this talk Price wanted to have would end with you off the team and out of the pack. 

You breathed in deep and shoved it back down. You needed to focus. You needed to be clear headed. So you could report accurate information. 

The car stopped, and the two groups got out and moved up. Farah's group split off, and Price led you and Gaz away. 

He halted and turned to look at you, one eyebrow raised. You hunkered down, stripping off your vest. Shifting took no time, and you stretched out. 

"Ready?" He asked you softly. You resisted the urge to yip, instead stretching out your front legs and then bouncing in place. "Alright. You report right back to me." 

You bounced again and took off, weaving through the sandy landscape easily. You blended in perfectly, your ears flickering. 

Honestly, this kind of work wasn't hard. A former assignment had had you doing this near daily for a month to keep an eye on a high value target. 

You could always do more of this after Price ousted you from the pack. 

Huffing at yourself, you slowed as you approached the enemy base. Okay. Time to work. 

You made sure to take thorough mental notes before you crossed paths with Farah. She flicked her ears at you, tail twitching. You bobbed your head carefully. She mrrped very softly and gently headbutted you before she turned and headed back to her group. You did the same. 

You shifted back and Gaz hovered until you had your vest back on. You spoke while you dressed, being sure to speak clearly and as concisely as you could. 

Price nodded. "Well done," he murmured. "Right. Follow me." 

You shoved down the little thrill at the praise from your alpha (for however much longer that lasted) and nodded. 

The op was… not easy. Never easy. But you all made an excellent battering ram, clearing enough enemies off the field for Farah's people to make good headway. 

Price even managed to take the lieutenant alive, something that left him very pleased. 

You stood off to the side after the dust settled, watching the celebrating with a little smile. 

"Get over there and join in." Alex stopped next to you, nudging you a little towards Farah. 

"Maybe in a bit." You shrugged, trying not to fidget anxiously. 

"Hey." Alex frowned, ducking his head a little. "What's up?"

"Nothing. Just… I'm fine." You shrugged again, fingers tapping against your vest in a restless pattern. 

Alex didn't get a chance to ask further. Soap threw his arm over your shoulders, pressed up tight to your side, while Ghost's hand landed heavy on top of your head. 

"There ye are!" Soap crowed, giving you a little shake. "Finally! Been hidin' from us?" 

"What?" You blinked, caught off-guard. "No, I just–" 

"Come on." Ghost tapped the top of your head and let his hand fall again. 

Alex grinned, looking far too pleased as Soap dragged you away. You didn't fight it, too confused to even object. 

"Found her?" Price asked, amused. 

"Aye, Cap." Soap pulled you in front of the captain, grinning, before he finally let you go. You couldn't entirely shove down the slow curl of dread in your stomach. 

"Have you eaten yet?” Price was once again focused on you. 

“No,” you admitted slowly. “Figured I’d eat in a while.” 

“Gaz told me you assumed this was a temporary position.”

You did not falter, because you’d been expecting this all day. “Yes, sir.” 

“Your last CO?” Price’s head tipped, just a little. The kind of mild curiosity that you didn’t believe for a second. 

“Yes.” You clenched your jaw, trying hard to be very still. 

“He was wrong.” Price took one step forward, just barely in your space. 

You blinked rapidly, confused. “...What do you mean?” You felt slow, like you were missing something that should be obvious. 

“Means yer pack, ye dafty!” Soap piped up, and then yelped when someone slapped a hand over his mouth. 

“It means you’re ours,” Price reiterated, not even sparing Soap a look. “I never intended you to be temporary.”

“Oh.” You blinked again, flabbergasted. “You… did?” 

Price huffed softly, his hands landing on your shoulders and pulling you in, slow but sure, until he was properly hugging you. You melted. You’d been so sure you wouldn’t have this–

“You’re pack,” he rumbled quietly, just for you. “Until you tell me otherwise.” 

You hid your grin in the hug. “You’ll be waiting a long time for that, sir.” 

Price huffed, amused, and released you. Only for Soap to tackle you from behind, obnoxiously rubbing his head on top of yours and ignoring your yelled protests. Price just watched, not moving to help you.

Gaz came to your rescue, because he was the best. 

“Shove off,” Gaz grumbled, helping free you from Soap’s grasp and instead wrapping his own arm over your shoulder. “C’mon, you need to eat.”

“Have you always been this fussy?” you asked, amused more than anything, letting him steer you to a table. ��And just repressing it?” 

“No,” Gaz tried to deny at the same time Price said, completely deadpan, “Yes.” 

You sputtered a laugh, shaking your head even as you sat. But you didn’t have a chance to grab food - Gaz beat you to it, loading a plate for you and putting it in front of you. You blinked. That… that was new. And very interesting. 

Even more interesting was him claiming the spot right next to you, sitting close enough that your thigh pressed against his.

But he didn’t say anything, so you didn’t either, just focusing on your food. You ignored Soap snickering about something with the ease of long practice. He was always a menace. 

The celebration lasted well into the night. Soap pulled you into a few dances, Gaz kept you supplied with drinks and snacks, and Ghost silently watched over all three of you with little huffs of amusement. Price stayed for a little while before he slipped away to do work. 

You honestly weren’t sure what time it was when you finally begged off to go sleep, but you did know that Gaz followed you back to the room you were all sharing. 

“Think we’ll head out tomorrow?” you asked sleepily, dropping your boots next to your pack.

Gaz shrugged. “Depends how long it takes Price to get what he wants,” he murmured, sounding only slightly more alert than you. 

“Leave packing for the morning, then.” You dropped down into your spot, curling up again without even waiting for confirmation. 

“Good plan,” Gaz agreed, settling next to you. He didn’t quite touch you, but he did settle close enough that you could feel the warmth of him. 

You woke to him curled around your back, his breath puffing softly on the back of your neck. You blinked sleepily, tempted for a few moments to just go back to sleep.

Until the position you were in actually sank in. Then you very carefully extricated yourself, praying your pounding heart didn’t wake him. 

That… that was odd. And new. And a little bit terrifying, honestly. Because you liked Gaz, you’d always liked Gaz, even when he poked fun at you. You’d always forgiven him the fastest for the teasing. 

So to wake up to him like that? Made you want things you shouldn’t want. 

But you escaped without incident and went to find some food. 

Somehow, you weren’t surprised when Farah stopped next to you, Alex behind her. “Come with me,” she said. 

You didn’t even question her, just got to your feet and followed her. “Do I need to grab anything?” 

Farah shook her head. “I’ve already told Price,” she said, glancing back at you over her shoulder. “We are not going far.”

Well, that wasn’t quite as reassuring as she thought it was, but you didn’t question her. You just followed her and Alex to a car. 

“We will be scouting,” Farah told you as Alex drove. “Look for any sign of escaped Russians, or reinforcements.”

“Can do.” You sat up a little straighter, calmer now that you knew the mission. This wouldn’t be bad. Not bad at all. 

You and Farah both shifted in the car and Alex opened the doors to let you out. Farah went one way, and you went another. 

The base was large, spread out, but the two of you covered the ground easily. But everything was quiet, to your relief. You didn’t doubt that the Russians would hear of this, and they might retaliate. Possibly. 

If they had the resources and decided this was a high value enough target. 

You kind of hoped they just gave up. These poor people deserved some peace and quiet. 

You passed Farah, darting over to greet her and sniff her face before you continued on your way. You just wanted to check one more area, just to be sure, and then you’d head back. 

But you got lucky. No sign of life out here. (Apart from the little lizard you chased off.) 

You trotted back to the car, enjoying the little buzz of a job well done. Farah was already back, sitting on Alex’s shoulder with one of his hands on her back to help stabilize her. 

Aww. They were adorable. (And also making the ache in your soul much worse.) 

You hopped into the back seat and shifted back, pulling your clothes on again. Alex didn’t get in until you were finished shifting, and even then, Farah just sat in the passenger seat very regally. 

“All clear,” you said, and Farrah chirped her agreement. 

“Good.” Alex started driving. “Thanks for the assist.”

“No problem.” You grinned. “Always a joy to go out for a run.”

Alex glanced at you in the rearview mirror. “Especially with someone your own size?”

You laughed, leaning back more in your seat. “Pretty much.”

Alex nodded. “Farah said something about that too,” he admitted, glancing at the cat next to him. She just huffed but didn’t actually object or bat at him. So clearly he was fine. “What do you do with your pack?” 

“What, in terms of running?” You snorted, shaking your head. “I don’t. Not shifted, anyway. I can’t keep up.”

“So you and Gaz don’t…?” Alex trailed off.

You blinked. “I mean. Not really. Sometimes he trots after me, but we really can’t go running together.”

“He trots after you?” Alex grinned. “Boy’s got it bad.”

You blinked again, startled. “What?” 

“Following you around. Saw him make you a plate last night, too.” Alex’s grin was mischievous. “Farah does that for me, sometimes. Confused the hell outta me the first couple times, until she explained.” 

“Until she explained,” you repeated slowly. Because. He was wrong. There was no way Gaz had been… Had been… 

“Yeah,” Alex said slowly, glancing at you in the mirror again. “She said it’s pretty typical behavior for shifters.”

“For courting, yeah,” you agreed, still speaking slowly. “But you’re wrong about Gaz.” 

Farah actually turned around to look at you, giving you the most disbelieving look you’d ever seen on a cat. Alex gave you a matching look, which would have been hysterical under other circumstances. 

“He’s been flirting with you literally the entire time you’ve been here,” Alex pointed out. 

And you were about to deny that. You really were.

Except.

He’d been the one to follow you and check on you. He’d held on to your stuff while you’d been scouting. He’d made you a plate and made sure you ate.

Oh. Shit. 

Ohhhh shit. 

“Alright there?” Alex was not teasing any longer, concerned now. 

“Yeah,” you muttered almost automatically. “Fine.” 

Farah growled, low and short, expressing her disagreement with that. But she didn’t have a chance to do more - the car stopped. 

Without a second thought, you popped your door open and shifted, slipping easily out of your clothes and running. 

You didn’t want to be around people while you went over all the instances suddenly coming into startling clarity. 

Gaz had been trying to court you. For weeks. He’d been subtle about it at first, just walking with you, or making sure he was the one to pick you up. 

But dinner really cemented it. Sitting so close to you, fussing over your food like that… That was courting behavior, undoubtedly. 

It was too much all at once. 

You found a good space under a cluster of rocks right at the edge of base, burrowing under them and curling up. 

Gaz had been trying to court you for weeks, and you were an absolute dumbass who hadn’t noticed. You covered your eyes with your tail. 

A soft whine caught your attention some indeterminable amount of time later. You blinked and moved your tail to find Gaz as a wolf with his nose trying to get into your hiding spot. He whined softly again, and you could just see one paw scratching at the rocks. 

You huffed and crawled towards him, pushing your body against his snout. He withdrew, backing up a step to give you plenty of room. You tucked your ears down and wiggled out of your hiding spot, shaking briefly to get rid of any lingering sand. 

Gaz laid down in front of you, eyes big and pleading, tail wagging hopefully. 

You cocked your head to one side, one ear up one down. 

He huffed and wiggled a tiny bit closer to you, tail wagging a little harder. His tongue darted out for a quick kiss to your muzzle.

Oh. That. He must have talked to Alex or Farah. 

You eyed him for a moment before you took one step closer, until you were right in front of him. If this were anyone else, it would be a little scary just how much bigger he was than you. But this was Gaz. 

You weren’t scared.

You licked his nose. And when his eyes absolutely lit up, tail wagging so hard he was practically causing a sand storm behind him, you licked his nose again. 

He hopped to his feet to nuzzle you, exceedingly careful. You huffed at him and started back towards the pack room, since you did want to have an actual conversation. Gaz, to your surprise, kept pace with you. Which meant you were trotting while he was walking leisurely.

Stupid long-legged wolf. 

Soap got one look at you and whooped. “Took ye fuckin’ long enough!” he crowed. 

Your ears flattened to your head and Gaz snapped at Soap with a low warning growl. Soap completely ignored the warning, starting to tease you two. And promptly ended up with a wolf tackling him. 

You ignored the mess as the two of them rolled around, growling and snarking. Instead you went to the door and then sat and yipped at Price to open the door for you. 

“Fuckin’ muppets,” Price muttered about the other two, scooping you up in one big hand. You yipped at him again and he huffed back. “Hush. We’ll talk while they figure shit out.” The door shut behind him. But you still weren’t scared.

You believed him when he called you pack. And if this was part of being his pack… You wouldn’t trade it for the world. 

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“I-I hate you b-both!” the smaller demon tries to scream at you and Bathin, but his voice only comes out as a loud whimper. His poor body is bound by your contract to make him kneel with his legs spread, his impressive length standing proud and occasionally twitching due to the agonizingly low stimulation from a vibrating cock-ring.

He wants more. Needs more. Sadly, there you and Bathin are, standing over him like disappointed parents. Your arms are crossed over your torso and the travelling demon doesn't show any sort of compassion for his best friend.

“This time you really blew it, mister.” you're not really as mad as he might think, but what you lack in anger your feelings can make up in annoyance.

Stolas has a short fuse, which isn't a surprise to anyone who's been around him for longer than few minutes. Still, in your opinion, there's a difference between cussing some rowdy demons and turning them into colanders as well as damaging the surroundings. It always derails your plans and not to mention the cost of paying for the damages.

“W-what the fuck do y-you mean mister?! I-I'm j-just as old as Bathie!” he tries to sound intimidating, but the cracks in his voice make him sound pathetic.

“'Now, what did I tell you about using that nickname”Bathin clicks his tongue and shakes his head in a dismissive manner. The more Stolas speaks, the worse his punishment is going to be.

“Your behavior today was unacceptable. And so we're going to fix it with this punishment. After that, there will be no repeat of this, you understand?” for some reason it feels good to scold someone and it's easier than you've expected it to be.

“W-what are you o-on abou-nnngh!” the small demon is about to start cussing you out, but at that exact moment, the moon demon presses a button on a remote controller to turn up the vibration around the base of his best friend's cock. If he could, Stolas would start squirming, but your command keeps him frozen in place, forced to only receive what he's getting.

“Aw, how adorable he looks. If I didn't know any better, I'd say he's like a good little devil.” you turn to the demon beside you while biting your lips, knowing what comes next.

Stolas might've thought that his whole punishment is the lack of stimulation, but no. As it's about to become apparent to him, his punishment is having to watch his best friend fuck that one friend they both have been fantasising about, sometimes together.

Bathin pulls you closer to him by your waist and his lips envelop yours. His kiss tastes like cotton candy and once the adventurous demon pulls away to start removing your clothes, you're already craving more.

The restrained demon's eyes widen as he takes in the scenario before him. All those small moans you let out as the other demon's hand caresses and explores your body. The sight of your bare flesh, once it's fully revealed to both demons. And most of all, the sight of your more than excited lower region, which will fuel so many more wet dreams and fantasies about you.

If this is the type of punishment he gets for making demons into minced meat, then he supposes he needs to start getting into more trouble.

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Shhh... The prompt for tomorrow is Glove kink ^^

[moonyhasmanyanimals]

runaway bunny

Tw; mentions of kidnapping and pregnancy

Nicknames used; Dove, Lovely, Immature girl, sweetheart, Runaway Bunny. and darling

Sorry it's kinda short, I had something happen so it's rushed. Again I am so sorry

"You need to be more careful. I don't need you dying in the forge" she would say whenever he returned home, he would chuckle along with her, but today it was different. She didn't greet him like normal.

Four went around the house, looking for her, his eyes starting to fill with worry, "Y/N?" he softly called out for her

But he heard nothing.

"Y/N?!?!" he yelled out for her, starting to grip his hair before splitting.

'Lovely?" red softly called out as he stood up, looking at his brothers "She's gone... lovely?!"

"Yelling isn't going to bring her back" Vio stated as he also stood up, rubbing his head

Next that stood up was blue "That immature girl, she might be pregnant and she runs off!"

"The outside is dangerous, she's so... fragile unlike us..." Green looks at his hands, his hands covered in scars from all the fighting they had done, the burn scars from working as a blacksmith

"We'll find her, she shouldn't have gone far" Vio dusts himself off before fixing his hair.

"It's ok! yeah we can find her, it won't take long, I hope" Red smiles, shaking

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Running down into the forest, she could hear them calling for her, she hated how fast he, or well... Them, they moved too fast. She knew that he would split when stressed enough.

'Go go go... go away please" she softly says to herself, tears starting to roll down her face.

She saw it, She saw it all last night

The murder... He killed someone, she didn't know who the guy was by name. but she had talked to him earlier that day.

"Lovely!!!" red called out for her, his voice full of worry

She didn't believe it. Was he gonna kill her next?

"Dove, come on out we know you are here. You can't hide for long" Vio spoke gently, walking away from the group deeper into the forest

Blue listened before speaking "For once I think we should go back to being four"

"Wait why? won't we cover more ground?"

"I think we should too, she won't listen otherwise, wait where did Vio go?"

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Vio listened to the quiet forest "Dove, Lovely, you little immature girl,. You won't survive long without us, you know that, you don't have money... friends.... family... anything. You are on you're own sweetheart, So come out and be good my darling."

He continued to listen before hearing her soft cries

"Is this about last night? you saw, didn't you? That's how far we will go, hurt or kill any pest that dares to put their hands on you!" he spoke slowly walking to where she was

Soon the other three caught up and fused back together

"Sweetheart!" four hugged her tightly against him while she cried "I was so worried! We were so worried! you are a mess darling! It's ok, we'll get you cleaned up"

"No! let go of me you murderer!!' she yelled out, but he didn't release her, he picked her up and started to walk out of the forest

"You are just so cute sweetheart, come on now, you must be so tired you're not thinking straight"

Soon, she passed out, her feet covered in scratches and bruises, four holding her in his arms

"There you go... Just sleep... It's ok... You'll be better by morning...

My runaway bunny"

[wayfayrr]

The Menace Anon heed your call and you choose "Lone Wolf" so here is something for you to read.

I got this idea from a book on Quotev called "Skipped Cutscene" from MayBeDragon12. And this book has an interesting feature. Reader is a Link, Wild to be specific, but it's not a Yandere Chain x Reader but a normal Chain x Reader. So I thought to myself, why not turn them into Yandere? So here we are. This is Sage!Reader and how I headcanon my TotK Link.

They loath Wild and Twilight.

They are different from Wild like a alternative universe, where Wild was never named Link. Or they are Wild and just said, that they aren't Link anymore.

Twilight was still their guide through the first adventure, though.

Twilight was confused as hell before feeling guilty. He feels guilty because he thinks he abandoned Ruins as they needed him the most, on their second journey, third if we count pre-calamity.

Wild is Pup, they are Pup Cub in his mind.

Ruins' Sword is a fused Master Sword, but to be specific a fusion of Gloom Sword and Master Sword. This Sword Fi doesn't react to the other heroes at all.

It's because of the Gloom Sword and the Gloom and Malice inside of Reader's blood.

Nobody but them can wield this sword properly because of the Gloom.

If you thought Legend took awhile to trust the Chain, he still doesn't trust them completely.

Well Ruins will not trust them for a loooonnnng time maybe even never.

Because I found the nicknames weird, I came with a new one "Ruins" as they literally are surrounded by them.

As for "Sage", it's kinda mean as they got the nickname because of the sages they wield?  So how about "Pilot"?

Their title is "Hero of Ruins" because they deserve one.

Twilight is always near them, he's trying to make amends.

Reader doesn't want that at all.

Reader doesn't want to be a hero anymore just Reader who lives in the outskirts of Tarrey Town.

As the Chain said, that they still are a hero, that they needed them to be the hero once again. Reader wanted to scream and blow up a goddess statue.

If the Chain want's to capture Reader to take them with them? A wild goose chase is going on.

They have a slide for snowy mountains and a makeshift skateboard for the hills and cars. And don't forget, that they can teleport.

It was one hell of a fight.

They would jump of Skyloft, without a care for the world. Twilight is losing it.

They are a savage bastard after all.

The best songs that fit Sage!Reader would be "Link up" the TotK Rap from Austin Simmon.

Now how they met.

Twilight PoV:

We landed in Hyrule again. At first Wild and I thought that we were in his, but his doesn't have any floating islands. So then we thought it was Sky's, which wasn't it either. So we came to the conclusion that it has to be a Hyrule shortly after Sky, maybe like 100 years? So we went to explore it, I had to catch Wild a few times as he tried to run off. He really acted like a pup. We saw a monster camp near us, so Warriors began to formulate a plan to annihilate them.

„Yeah... Forget about that, someone with a robot is going through this.“ We all turned around and looked at the said person which Four mentioned.

They wore a blue tunic with a hylian hood, and brown pants and boots. Finished with the camp, they started to build something, which reminded me of a carriage but it wasn't drawn by any horses, yet. They climbed onto the strange carriage and it drove... Without any horses or rails... They came to our direction and stopped sideways in front of us.

„Do you need help?“

„Do you know, where the next town is?“ Pup asked them.

They looked with the eyes to us before signaled us to come up to them.

„I can drive you to the nearest lookout from there your on your own.“

„That would be very appreciated.“ said the old man.

We climbed onto the vehicle and they drove with us off.

We tried to speak to them but they didn't budge. They kept silent, just looking at the road before them. We could see a wooden wall in the distance with the castle behind it. They stopped at the door and turned the carriage sideways.

„We are here, you're safe in there.“ They sounded annoyed and mumbled under their breaths profanities. So we jumped off and they drove off. I looked at them quite a while. They were so familiar...

"Why do I feel like I know them...?" I thought to myself.

I jumped out of my train of thoughts as Wild laid a hand on my shoulder.

„Twi, you alright?“ I looked at Wild.

„Yeah, everythin' is 'lright, just somethin' is naggin' me about them“

„What bothers you?“ I looked at Hyrule beside me.

„I don't know... It's like I know them, but we aren't anywhere near my Hyrule...“ I told them while we were walking inside the "lookout". We looked around, it was like Ordon a small little village not town or anything. Zora, Hylian, Rito and some Gorons were here and trained. We heard fast footsteps and before we could see, who it was, Wild laid on the ground with a girl with short blonde hair on top of him.

„Reader! Where have you been?! Purah and I were so worried!!!“ She released the Champion from her hug and as she saw her mistake. She stood up abruptly and went red.

„I'm So Sorry!!! I thought, you were someone else! ~But you wear a Champion's Tunic and the hood in your face... I really thought you were them...~ Again I'm sorry...“

„Sorry mylady, but who is that "Reader" and can we help you with them?“ asked Warriors while I helped Wild up.

„Reader is the Hero of Hyrule... They changed after this adventure... After they woke up inside the Shrine of Resurrection they were so openly friendly and curious like a little puppy hehehe... But after this one it was like that they went from the curious puppy to a distrusting lone wolf... They travel around Hyrule to find anything to soothe their pain... I know, I was at fault at that, I even took over their house... I want my best friend back... The only one, who understands me the most...“ She laughed sadly and looked at the ground. She had probably tears in her eyes.

„Do ya want us 'da look for them? Maybe even bringin' them back here?“ I asked her, while the boys looked shocked to me.

„You would do that? Thanks!! Oh... I didn't even asked you for your names. I'm Zelda from Hyrule, the princess and next Queen of Hyrule.“ she bowed down slightly. 

So we bowed down as well, before introducing us.

„Well, our name is Link, so everyone has a nickname. I'm Warriors, that's Time, Legend, Four, Hyrule, Wind, Sky, Twilight and the one you tackled is Wild. We are all heroes of Hyrule but from a different era.“ Wars introduced us by pointing to said person. The said person either bowed or nodded.

She nodded with a sad smile. „So you will take them with you, right? You are definitely not travelling just to have a vacation... They need to be a hero again, right...?“

The Captain nodded with a sad smile.

„The threat we're dealing with isn't easy to slay, we could need any helping hand, that we can find.“ My ancestor told the princess with a stony face, but his eyes reflecting the worry of the soon-to-be new addition to the group.

So we said her we help her and bring the hero here before we depart around Hyrule to find the shadow. We went out of the village and headed the way, that "Reader" drived off to. But they were much faster than we ever could be. So we crossed the bridge and saw a destroyed Talus with bodies of Bokoblins.

„Does that Talus look strange for you too?“ Wind asked as Wild rushed to it's side to investigate it.

„That's awesome! The Bokoblins took the Talus as a walking fortress!!“

„Their called "Battle Talus" and they are a real pain in the ass with the right monsters on it's head.“ We looked up the hill and saw the obvious hero of this Hyrule. They wore the Champion's Tunic with a leather armour over it, they wore the same cape as Wild but their's was more tattered and ripped at some parts. Their pants was a normal beige-brown with a ripped green tunic with Triforce symbols tied to their hip and hanged down sideways and heavy looking travel boots. Their hood hid their face even as they jumped down and slided down the cliff. They stopped before us and stood on the remains of the Talus.

„So what do you want? I heard you guys talking about me. So what is it?“

I looked in-between Wild and the newcomer and noticed something that made me a little dizzy.

"They have the same scent!! That's what's nagging me! That's why I had the feeling I know them!!" I thought and looked at the older copy of Wild, my pup.

They looked at me but they didn't seem happy like Wild always was as I appeared before him as a wolf. They seemed cold and angry and stepped aside as I tried to hug them. They are my pup, after all!

„Don't come near me, you mutt! I will behead you myself, if you try it again! You abandoned me as I needed you the most! As I stumbled around like a newly born fawn and crawled out of the shrine as I woke up, The Second Time! You weren't there! So do me a favour and get the fuck lost!!“ It hurts like hell to hear that from the one I took under my wing but I could understand it. I abandoned them...

„Is this how the old man felt as he heard that he abandoned Wind's time?“ was my first thought.

They acted so feral and snarled at me so I stepped back.

„I'll not tryin' 'da come near ya again, but please hear us out...“ The others looked shocked to my and my second pup.

„Spit it out, I still have things to do!“

„Stop acting like a child! What are you five?! You can't jus...“ Warriors was interrupted as the hero before us stripped off their tunic and hood.

We could see their arm. It wasn't their arm and it's reeking old magic while also reeking dark magic.

„Just what?! I lost my arm and got cursed!! I wander around Hyrule to find shrines to complete them under pain! Normal people would trying to bit their arm off! Under a blood moon I can feel the Gloom and Malice swirling in my blood!! If I could I would do Ganondorf a favour and jump off the next cliff!! Without the glider!!“ They put their clothes back on before walking away.

„Look for someone else to travel with you, I distanced myself from my so called "titel". I'm no hero anymore!“

With that the wild goose chase began and the Chain, especially Twilight, were hunting Sage!Reader like the monster hunted Hyrule on his journey. Reader really thought at first they were puppets but after some "investigation" or "stalking" they new they were the real deal. It didn't make it any better. After Reader is back from their forced fourth adventure, they can fix their house as that got rearranged during their fight against the Chain. During the journey many insults were thrown around, especially on Wild's and Twilight's head but since when is a Link known for giving up? Oh and what Chain tries to do with Reader so they stay? Well, trying to be the most trusted companion obviously. So now please help me stop Sage from beheading Legend with their bare hands.

okay so - I hate to start it like this (and feel a little bad because I did choose this) but I cannot handle sage anymore. There is a reason I stopped writing him, and had to block any tags to do with him - it isn't something I would like to take public though with all due respect. it is the reason why tears exists as a link that I now write for as my preferred totk link. So this was something that took me a bit to read through and I couldn't really read all of it. This is something that I should have made clearer on my blog however, and I'll take responsibility for that. but in the future I will ask to please not send me anything to do with that version of the character for my own sanity.

but the premise is really good! I love the idea of a reader being an alternate link and how it could impact their relationship with the chain

[deathmetalunicorn1]

i have an aot inspired request that i had in mind for a while to ask for (i didn’t watch aot so excuse me for used not so accurate facts lol)

fem!reader was born into a poor family of 4 (parents, her and her older brother) in paradise island, her father often abused her till he kicked her out at 4 years old to survive alone, she fell into massive tree like ymir but instead of giving her titan powers or something similar, Source of all living matter had fused with her body-almost like making reader its vessel, a visible mark was on her upper body. visual it like a modern abstract tattoo or struck by lightning (or just like it had shown in anime), but it is red color and it’s permanent till it departs from her (at it will), she soon finds a way to sneaks on a Marley, scouts find her and levi adopts her (didn’t immediately but on papers were his last name). She was of great help during the very much entire main event since you can’t kill or hurt her physically so she was putting on traps and getting information and after it all finished she was growing to be a main soldier and captain like Levi, she died later from a some diseases (could be pneumonia (i don’t know if it have a medicine for it in aot so let’s pretend it doesn’t)), she gets known for her flexibility and speed, good with almost every kind of weapons (from pistol and rifle to snipers and swords and grenades) and since she couldn’t die from any physical harm she was getting herself in different places where she could be killed by titans and enemies so she got known as “fake death” or “troublemaker” for one close to her (levi, scouts and such) because she’s quite playful when comfortable with someone and almost reckless…

To actual request itself, how would Hades, Hermes and Apollo react to her and her story, she’s fighting for humanity and she frights against a god and she wins since she still have powers from Source of all living matter in her with a mark and everything, she wins again a god and don’t kill them since she promised to never kill anybody else again at her death bed, so what will happen then? What will be gods reaction to her story? who wanted to sway her off her feet? or who will just stay in their line and maybe try to befriend reader?

-There were many gods who didn’t know you, who didn’t know what you could do, the power you held in your body, many called it the Source of All, a boundless amount of energy that you obtained when you were still young and alive on earth.

-This power, which you initially thought was a curse, as the mark it put on your body, looking like a bolt of scattered lightning which would glow when you used your strength, which people thought was unnatural, you grew to adore and appreciate. You had saved so many people using this power.

-You used this to fight alongside other warriors, beating back your enemies, earning your nickname, Trickster, as you would play dead, letting them get close, only to strike quickly and brutally.

-It wasn’t until you died, young unfortunately, from pneumonia of all things, that you realized how fragile life really was, and as you took your last breaths, you had vowed to never kill another again.

-When you came to Valhalla you met so many other strong warriors, and while you were against killing, you loved training with strong people, humans and gods you didn’t have to hold back against, showing your true strength.

-Your power- your strength is what made Brunnhilde approach you about fighting in Ragnarok. You were initially against it- you flat out told Brunnhilde that you weren’t going to kill anyone else, and you only agreed to fight if you could leave your opponent alive.

-The gods were quick to underestimate you, seeing that you were so young, thinking you would be an easy win. As your powers flared, the mark on your body flaring to life, glowing brightly, Odin could only gawk, seeing the power you held in your body.

-You charged in, showing your combat skills, showing everyone that just because you were young, you weren’t a pushover.

-Heimdall spilled all your secrets, telling everyone about you- how you had been abused by your father until you were four, when you found the Source of All, then you became the vessel for that power, and you grew into a powerful warrior on your own, being taken in by other warriors, adopted by one of the most powerful ones, Levi (sorry I don’t know AOT).

-Your strength was legendary, as not even the strongest of titans and enemies could hurt you, as your power was keeping you safe from harm, and that was apparent here, as your opponent wasn’t doing much against you.

-Many of the gods were stunned to see you fighting so hard, to protect humanity, despite facing so much pain in your short life- it was humbling to see someone fighting so hard for those who had been so cruel to you, at least some of the people.

-As you stood over your opponent at the end of the match, the clear winner, you sheathed your weapon, a short sword. Many were yelling at you, telling you to finish the job.

-Your eyes were sharp, narrowed in anger as you spoke up at them, “Unless you’re going to get down here and fight me too- then you don’t get to make any demands of me. I refuse to kill another. Life is precious as it is fragile. Don’t call for the death of others unless if you’re going to fight as well.”

-You were quick to shut everyone up and you even helped your opponent up and dragged him backstage, holding his arms over your shoulders, dragging him behind you as you weren’t the tallest of people, and you took him all the way to the infirmary.

-When he asked you, while getting patched up, why you didn’t kill him, you just beamed brightly, looking like the teenager you truly were, “Life’s too precious to just kill someone just because. I’m not going to kill someone when you’re fighting just like I am.”

-You were an oddball, but he wasn’t going to look this gift of not losing his life in the mouth.

-Hades- He was surprised by your words, that you refused to kill, despite the gods wanting to destroy humanity, and while he wasn’t complaining, he was just confused, after you had killed so many enemies while you were alive, why were things so different now. He asked you while you sat beside him, keeping him company and you couldn’t help but send him a playful wink, “You should know better than most gods on how fragile life is. I didn’t realize that myself until I died, getting sick of all things. If I was the one killing others, ending their lives so easily- it made me… I-I just never want to kill again.” You were a kindhearted person, your words resonating with him, as he knew that well, after seeing his brother and his nephew dying. He reached out his hand for you to take and you took his without hesitation, “You’re a kind person Y/N.” you beamed brightly, thanking him for his words, which made him smile softly.

-Hermes- He agreed with your words, he knew how fragile the lives of others were, after watching so many die, both humans and gods, and he had to respect your decision not to kill him- he was alive because of that decision. You had the power to easily take him on in combat- you could probably take on any of the gods with your power. He could see the marks on your body, up close now, and they looked like a scar, like when someone would get hit by lightning, it looked like it would be painful and he reached out, taking one of your hands in his own, surprising you. He looked at your scar, a sad look on his face, “Does it hurt?” you were surprised by his words, but you grinned, “I remember it hurting when I first got it, as my body had to get used to it- but not anymore, it’s just hot!” You were so bright, so full of life, he didn’t want to snuff that life out, he didn’t want to snuff any of it out.

-Apollo- He could only stare at you, seeing you smiling so warmly at him, explaining yourself. You were so… so true- you were unapologetically you, and you looked so beautiful, inside and out. He was grateful you had spared his life, getting to live another day, but to see that you were such a lovely person on top of it was even more humbling. Apollo reached a hand towards you, and you took it, holding it with both of yours and he had to smile, feeling how warm your hands were, “You are an amazing person Y/N. I’m grateful to have met you.” You were surprised by his words, and he couldn’t help but smile as your cheeks turned a bit red, a little embarrassed by his praise, showing that you wore your emotions on your sleeve. You were a very complex person, but he wanted to know more about you as you made him feel so happy.

[themourningfox]

Firecracker | Kix x F!Reader

Found some old stories on my abandoned ao3 page. Figured I should bring some of them back to life and let y'all enjoy them.

Kix x F!Reader. Fluff, angst, one-sided crush (lmao yeah right), SFW, comfort fic, hurt fic. Reader gets hurt on a mission.

She was a soldier. Not a Jedi, not a clone. Just a soldier thrown into the war. With her expertise in explosives, it was an easy guess as to why. She couldn’t help it. She enjoyed the smell of the powder. The ticking of the timer. The fuses being lit, or buttons being pressed. The fire, the impact, the dust and smoke. 

Okay, so maybe she was a bit of a pyromaniac. 

Just a little bit.

It fit well with her personality and allowed her to fit in well with the clones she ended up working with. She was able to take their banter and give it right back, which may or may not have earned her the nickname Phoenix.

But despite how many clones enjoyed her company, there was one who was not so keen to welcome her into their folds.

Kix.

So maybe she had developed a tiny crush on the medic, which was why she noted the difference in behavior from him. She wasn’t sure what it was that drew her to him like a fly to honey, but damn…she wanted to find out.

That’s where the slightly devious part came in.

Every chance she got, she would go to the medbay. Burns, scrapes, twisted ankle, anything to just go see him.

He was never rude or mean. It was business. That was it. That’s all it was to him. She watched him play with his brothers, argue and fight back, but not with her. She was dying to know what she was doing wrong, but...how?

After a while, she just stopped going. It hurt her to watch his playful attitude turn so strict whenever she came within vicinity. Maybe he just didn’t like her. So, with some expertise in treating her own burns, she stopped going to the medbay.

A month had passed. The only times she had seen Kix were in the mess. Well... that’s when she actually showed up there. Things changed after a mission at a Separatist outpost went a little haywire. She was meant to blow the bridge, but her gadgets malfunctioned. She frowned, panic seizing her heart when she realized they weren’t going to detonate. 

“What’s wrong? Why isn’t it blowing?” Captain Rex asked, his voice filled with mounting pressure.

The droids were getting closer. They couldn’t risk this. 

She flung herself over the barricade, running toward the bridge.

“Phoenix!”

Ignoring Rex’s booming voice, she dodged a blaster bolt and dove beneath the legs of the bridge. Gritting her teeth, she tried to force her trembling hands to still. Eyes surveying the explosive, she quickly found the problem.

They hadn’t been set properly. 

Sweat beaded on her forehead as she raced against the approaching enemy. There wasn’t enough time to fix it and run back. They would need to be set off with her right here. 

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Rex’s voice grated through the comlink in her ear.

“Not now, Rex! Focusing!”

“What’s the problem?”

“Explosives weren’t set property,” she explained, finally getting the fuses in the right place. “I’m going to have to blow it from here.”

“Phoenix, don’t!”

“I don’t have time for anything else. I’ll be okay.”

Before he could respond, she lit the fuse. The bomb started ticking at an accelerated pace. Phoenix leapt to her feet, running out from under the bridge. Her shoes pounded against the hard ground. Blood rushed in her ears. She could see her battalion—

The explosives detonated. She could feel it. The ground shook. A heatwave hit her first, knocking her off her feet. Then the shockwave. She was thrown into the barricade at the feet of her battalion.

That’s the last thing she remembered.

The first thing she came to was the feeling of floating. She blinked. It took a moment to process that there were two strong arms holding her off the ground. A hard wall was to her left...no wait, that was an armored chest. Phoenix blinked again. She was being carried.

Her tongue touched her lips. She tasted blood. Her own? Probably. She shook her head. Maker, she felt lightheaded.

“You’re awake.” Rex’s voice wasn’t a question. “That was reckless.”

Oh, here they go...a lecture about safety.

“I’m okay,” she grunted weakly, pushing at his chest.

Rex snorted, clearly amused. “You were out for a day.”

A day? She stared up at his face, hidden behind the helmet. “Where are we?”

“We’re heading to the medbay, you and I. We just arrived back at the ship.”

Medbay, yes. That was a good idea...her heart stopped. Medbay. “No!” she shouted, shoving hard against his chest.

The clone captain grunted, but otherwise just held tighter onto her. “That wasn’t a suggestion. You were hurt and you need to be examined.”

“I can do it myself. I don’t need to go to the medbay.” The embarrassment would be too much. “I don’t need Kix to look after me!”

“Mm, I would beg to differ.”

Her heart stilled in her chest. In her attempt to get out of going to Kix, she hadn’t realized they had just arrived. She sent Rex a small glare before turning her head to look at Kix.

He was leaning against one of the cots, arms crossed over his chest. He gave her a once over, before nodding to Rex. The captain set her down on the cot and left shortly after.

Phoenix rubbed her neck, looking anywhere but at Kix. He didn’t waste any time. He started the examination, looking over her burns, bumps, and bruises. He hummed here and there, poking and prodding, taking note of where she tensed.

Her eyes slid closed, cheeks turning a nice rosy color at his proximity. He was all around her. She could smell him. The aftershave. The shampoo in his hair. Feel him as he shifted around her, deft fingers grazing over her skin like ice.

“Are you all right, mesh’la?” Kix’s voice cut through the silence.

She opened her eyes, almost gasping when she realized he was right there. Right in front of her face. So close.

“Y…yeah,” she stammered, nodding her head.

“Good.” He backed away, taking notes and preparing a tincture. “My conclusion is that you need a couple days of bed rest. You have a small concussion and will need to be checked in on. What I’m making here will heal your burns, but I need you to promise me you’ll stay in bed for a couple of days. Is there anyone to come and check on you?”

She blinked at him, trying to think. “Rex?” 

“He’s out on leave.” He hummed, then shrugged as he approached her again and began to clean her burns. “I’ll come and check on you.”

“You will?” she asked, breathless as his scent filled her nostrils again.

Kix nodded, dark eyes sweeping up to her. “Of course. You’re my patient.”

Oh...right. Business. She gave him a small smile. “Thank you, then.”

He smiled back at her and she blamed it on the concussion when it felt like his thumb rubbed soft circles on the back of her hand. “I’m glad your safe. It’s been a while since my favorite firecracker came to visit me for her medical needs.”

Favorite... firecracker? She blinked at him, cheeks warming. “Your what?”

He chuckled softly and wrapped her burn. “You heard me. Don’t think I didn’t notice when you stopped coming to see me. I’ll have to ask you about that when you don’t have a concussion, mm?”

All she could do was nod. He...his favorite...she felt like her heart was about to erupt with happiness. She couldn’t wait to see where this would lead.

[epicfroggz]

Hey, I came across your idea of the base serpent being pregnant and it left me in a ruminating state since then. I already nicknamed his serpent summons as his snake kids since I equated them to Malenia's buds (but actual offspring instead of offshoots because of the differing species) and didn't bother to think too much on who the sire was. Anyway, when I got to the part where Messmer was unable to birth them due to incompatible biological issues, a part of me didn't quite agree because the situation with Ymir exists. That maybe something else—something more horrible—happened.

What if, instead of Base Messmer serpent being unable to birth them, Marika actually weakened the serpent (and tried to induce an abortion) using her holy golden power before sealing it away? We don't really know what the actual effects of holy damage are, but I imagine it burns like holy water/light on demons and silver on vampires/werewolves. Maybe Messmer became an inverse Jar Innard situation with his maybe-dead-maybe-alive snake children fused to him on the inside?

Oh, how wonderfully awful!

I had thoughts of how Marika would not want more snakes around and certainly not the bastard children of her son. I also had thoughts about Marika smiting the base serpent with holy power to discipline or punish it (perhaps the cause of its wounds and missing scales/skin), in contrast to her attempts to heal Messmer in his human form (re: Blessing of Marika). So, your thought marries the two quite succinctly, I like it! The base serpent had to be weakened somehow before being sealed, so it may very well have been Marika herself to do so.

And yes, the main reason Messmer cannot birth them later is because they have fused used to him, as seen on his base human form. (I did joke that he could ask Ymir for advice hehe.) While not quite as brutal, he does have kinship with the jar innards that way.

I think that’s all my thoughts for now; now I’m just thinking of how painful his body looks again…

-Froggo

(P.S. the posts this is referring to can be found here and here)

[thelemoncoffee]

sometimes i wonder about how cool it would be if dice were ouma's imaginary friends. he created them because his thoughts are so contradictive that they seem like they can't come from the same person so he just went and grouped the thoughts, assigned them names and gave them personalities- and then suddenly bam you have unintentional imaginary friends now deal with it

but it's actually a good thing because it's an indirect way for him to understand himself. instead of analysing himself because it's too tiring he analyses each of their personalities and ties them to the thoughts he has

and dice could have different roles too, like the tall protective fighter who represents his willingness to fight for what he believes is right. the super bubbly twintail girl that may or may not be an age regressor responsible for his childish side. the shy one that probably has anxiety and overthinking issues. the one who represents his intrusive thoughts that makes comments ranging from mildly inappropriate to outright unthinkable which sometimes makes their way out of his mouth. the calmer and grounded dude that is extremely clever and strategic.

he'd give them names that probably have a few obscure references in them and then give them more names when he finds ones that fit and then add more of his own nicknames to the lot because why not

and maybe he likes to think they're with him when he's lonely and sitting on his bed in the mess he calls his room. they'll be right there with him accompanying him and running around and poking each other and making him smile and wrecking the room even more except they're not real so they can't make it worse if that's even possible. one of them could somehow manage to be perched on something hanging from the ceiling (the light? does it hang i don't know) and singing in a loud obnoxious voice while the calmer guys smile despite their serious and calculating exterior because they love each other they're dice they're family they're one person and his imagination

and whenever he has a thought that fits in well with one of their personalities he'd smile to himself and be like "that was you, wasn't it [nickname]"

it's like you break yourself into little pieces and give them names and make them elaborate personalities and then they're suddenly real enough to be your friends. they're really just different aspects of you and make up your personality when put together

i'm just projecting lmao forgive me i'm not sure any of that actually makes sense i have no idea what i'm doing

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hey anon i think you've accidentally managed to fuse the concept of imaginary friends and plurality into one

i don't have DID so my knowledge of it is limited (so please correct me if i'm wrong here) but what i do know sounds similar to this- not exactly the same mind you, but this concept is dancing on the line between Kokichi having an imagination and a trauma-fragmented mind

i also mean this in the most neutral "oh that's neat" way, not like- dismising or condeming this idea. unintional plurality or not it's a pretty neat take

makes me curious about it being used in canon like- how does he react to them being in the motive video if they're right here? would that set him off to start investigating? would have Smoogs tried to supress or remove them from his mind before the game, leaving him feeling uncomfortably empty? if she failed to do so how would the attempt have affected him?

[legacyshenanigans]

character sheet in the undercut 😊

(Might do one for Rowan later)

Marvolo🐍🖤

Character Chart

Character’s full name:

Marvolo Aleister Gaunt.

Reason or meaning of name:

The name Marvolo actually means "inflict injury" and Aleister is his father's name.

Character’s nickname:

Aside from "pet names" Its mainly Volo, to people who are close enough to shorten his name.

Birth date: 8th of December 1864

Physical appearance

Age:

26

How old does he appear:

Could probably pass for like 30.

Weight:

Around 210lbs

Height:

6'5

Body build:

Toned/ Muscular.

Shape of face:

Diamond face shape.

Eye color:

Golden Hazel.

Glasses or contacts:

N/A

Skin tone:

Pale

Distinguishing marks:

N/A

Predominant features:

Large front teeth.

Hair color:

Black

Type of hair:

Somewhere between wavy and straight. Can be kinda flicky.

Voice:

Deep/Hoarse

Overall attractiveness:

Very (my personal opinion obviously🤣)

Physical disabilities:

N/A

Usual fashion of dress:

Smart

Favorite outfit:

Black suits.

Personality

Good personality traits:

Loves hard (those he cares about).

Intelligent.

Funny (when he wants to be)

Bad personality traits:

Litteral Murderer 😅

Can be very Arrogant and cocky

Generally nasty and sarcastic.

Mood character is most often in:

Focused.

Sense of humor:

Dark (but can be goofy)

Character’s greatest joy in life:

Having power and strength is a huge thing to him.

Character’s greatest fear:

Losing someone he cares about.

What single event would most throw this character’s life into complete turmoil?

*See above*

Character is most at ease when:

With his partner/ Reading.

Most not at ease when:

On enemy ground.

Enraged when:

Betrayed.

Depressed or sad when:

Thinking too deep about certain things.

Character’s soft spot:

Romance with Partner and Bunnies

Is this soft spot obvious to others?:

To his partner yeah, and the bunny loving he keeps on the down low to most people.

Greatest strengths:

Confidence, Cunning, Power.

Greatest vulnerability or weakness:

Short fused, doesn't handle overwhelming feelings very well.

Biggest regret:

Using crucio on Ominis when they were kids

Character’s darkest secret:

There's a reason secrets are secrets👀

Does anyone else know?

Only Rerek.

Past

Type of childhood:

He holds both good memories, but with certain trauma thrown in there.

Pets:

Rerek (companion)

First memory:

Playing in the garden with rabbits.

Most important childhood memory:

Ominis coming home.

Education: Hogwarts.

Religion:

N/A

Present

Current home location:

Gaunt Manor.

Currently living with:

Family

Pets:

Rereks still going🐍

Occupation:

Den boss / "butcher"

Family

Mother:

Ophelia Belladonna Gaunt.

Relationship with her:

Good relationship.

Father:

Aleister Morfin Gaunt.

Relationship with him:

Rocky to say the least.

Siblings:

Ominis Matthias Gaunt.

Relationship with them:

Very typical brother relationship, sometimes they hate each other, but they care for one another.

Spouse/Partner:

Aurora Winters.

Relationship with her:

Grounded, caring, loving relationship.

Habits

Hobbies: Reading, Murder...You know? the usual 🤣

Plays a musical instrument?:

Piano.

How he/she would spend a rainy day:

In bed with Aurora 😏

Spending habits:

Doesn't worry about money, spends it frivolously.

Smokes:

Yes

Drinks:

Yes (but isn't an alcoholic or anything, he just likes a drink every now and again)

Other drugs:

Depends on what kinda mood he's in

What does he do too much of?

Thinking.

What does he do too little of?

Self care mainly.

Extremely skilled at:

Dark magic and other unsavoury things.

Traits

Optimist or pessimist?

Dark Optimist.

Introvert or extrovert?

Extrovert with introverted tendencies.

Daredevil or cautious?

A calculated Daredevil.

Logical or emotional?

Depends on the situation and who's invovled.

Disorderly and messy or methodical and neat?

Methodical and neat mainly.

Prefers working or relaxing?

Both.

Confident or unsure of himself

VERY confident.

Relationships with others

Opinion of other people in general:

Doesn't TEND to like people.

Does the character hide his true opinions and emotions from others?:

If he doesn't like you you'll know about it, and if he DOES like you, you'll see that. So no.

Best friend(s):

Rerek and Rowan.

Love interest(s):

Aurora Winters.

Person character goes to for advice:

Aurora, and Ominis if he NEEDS advice, he's usually pretty sure of himself.

Person character feels responsible for or takes care of:

Aurora and Ominis.

Person character feels shy or awkward around:

N/A

Most important person in character’s life before story starts:

Himself.

After story starts:

Aurora.

~

[askourweavetalecharacters]

Welcome!

How did you stumble across this thing!? I thought this would be undiscoverable… I digress.

Welcome to the Official WeaveTale Ask Blog!™ Here you can find some WACKY stuff from EVERYBODY'S favorite & most iconic UNDERTALE AU, WeaveTale!

…

You… you have no idea what the hell a "WeaveTale" is? No, no, don't Google it, you won't find it right away… NO, it's not the organization "WeaveTales," that was a total coincidence. Let me explain.

WeaveTale is one of those AUs that alters the direction/events/story of the original game. Think of what Handplates or Endertale did, but on crack, and potentially several other stimulants. Essentially, at some point before/during the events of the original game, a massive, dimensional scale calamity occurred that mashed, threw, ripped apart and fused ~90% of all timelines in their universe. This event is known as "the merge." Many, many bizarre things happened collaterally in the aftermath; past characters were brought back to life, new characters rose from the ashes, etc. Namely, anybody & everybody now has the ability to traverse through the barren husks of timelines, frozen in time. This means that multiple of the same character can be in one timeline at once. That is very, VERY important, so keep it in mind for later.

The worlds inside of the timelines remained relatively intact (aside from some layout changes for some reason), however the vast majority of the inhabitants were violently thrown across time and space, ripping them away from the ones they know and love. Unfortunately, in such a scenario, most character's psyches dwindled fast and hard, spiraling rapidly into madness. It's a genuine rarity to come across more than a handful of rational, coherent individuals. They all USED to be normal… but they lost everything.

… but what if characters from the same timelines found each other? What if characters found solace in befriending individuals from different timelines? What if… it didn't have to be so hopeless?

WeaveTale is centered around a found family who met and bonded after the merge, having nobody other than each other. Some are characters from UNDERTALE, others are entirely original. All timelines in this universe, while having the same characters & events of the original game, have unique and varying backstories for all characters who inhabit them. No two people will have the exact same origins, even if they're literal identical copies of one another.

3 of my closest friends and I have crafted WeaveTale over the past 6 years through a Roblox UNDERTALE roleplay game (the one by siqk). Initially beginning in late May/early June of 2018, it's blossomed into something beyond what our wildest dreams could have possibly predicted. We're very, VERY passionate about this, so we're more than happy to spread the word of this silly little family. Speaking of…!

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THE (MAIN) CHARACTERS

SNOWEY DREW THEM ALL, CHECK IT OUT HERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

In this blog, you'll be able to ask my characters and my friend Snowey's characters absolutely ANYTHING you want to. Fair warning: The family dynamic and relationships are fucking WEIRD.

(Here's a question that EVERYONE responded to. It sums up all of their personalities pretty well.)

MY CURRENT CHARACTER LINEUP

(NOTE: These characters may not be the only ones to appear. I have ~89 characters. Most of them are total jokes and incredibly minor, but there's a select few who I may bring in for some cameos. The main lineups also may expand over time, assuming this blog gains ANY traction whatsoever. Also, if you stumble across a post with a character(s) not listed here, such as one like this, feel free to ask that character questions as well! These are just the main-est of the mains.)

PUNS

Puns is the nickname of my Sans. He comes from one of the few timelines that was untouched by the merge.

He's a lot more "grown up" than UNDERTALE's Sans, now having actual responsibilities and whatnot.

Funnily enough, despite his nickname, I don't think Puns ever tells any jokes…

CHARMX

Charmx is the nickname of my Chara, who comes from the same timeline as Puns.

Yes. Charmx. I stole Karl's old username. Back in 2019, I called her "Charmx" as a joke, and for some reason it stuck as a legitimate nickname… sorry Karl.

Charmx was brought back to life by the merge, her aging permanently stunted. Imagine being twelve FOREVER. And not even being able to DIE! Christ…

She's Puns's adopted daughter, having not seen the Dreemurrs in a long time. She's also the adopted sister of Chara Comic (who is played by Crow and isn't currently included in this particular ask blog), and the sister to Shitpost, who we'll get to in a bit.

DAVE

Dave is a demon from hell. Yes, you heard it right, THAT hell. He's 16 thousand something years old, and his purpose in hell was to punish rapists and the like.

Having gotten bored one day, he thought it would be hilarious if he possessed a random Asriel and used him as a vessel to fuck with people. Satan, thinking it was a terribly stupid idea, punished Dave by trapping him in the Asriel's body. Here's exactly how that went down. Dave definitely regretted his decision for a while…

He used to be, well, a huge dick. Entertaining to chat with, but still a dick. After befriending, befucking, and bedating Shitpost, he mellowed out a lot and is now a very friendly, happy guy.

GA A STAR

…

Uh… how do I… explain this…

So back in ~2017 or so, I was playing Vexchan's UNDERTALE roleplay game, and I thought that the 3D Gaster morph looked absolutely ridiculous. Comical, even. So naturally, I wanted to make a Walmart brand version of Gaster using the morph as a joke. I think that, originally, I was gonna name him "Gumpler" or "Gooster" or something along those lines. However, the filter for the roleplay names in that game was fucking ATROCIOUS, so it got censored. And then the next idea I had got censored. And the next. And the next, and the next, so on & so forth. Finally, in my rage, I slammed my fingers down onto my keyboard and mangled together "ga a star," the ONLY name that worked. I went with it, and it stuck.

At some point in late 2018, I decided it would be fun if I brought over a couple old characters of mine from Vexchan's RP over to WeaveTale, which included Ga a star and also Dave. Because there isn't a terrible Gaster morph in siqk's game, I had to compromise and use the Riverperson morph, as a lot of actual Gaster roleplayers did back then due to there not being a Gaster morph in that game at all. So now Ga a star wears a cloak (not shown in his sprite), which is… uh… "enterable."

I don't know how to describe Ga a star as a character. He initially began as a joke, and has evolved into… a stranger joke. But he's part of the family, and I couldn't imagine him not being there. Do not expect coherent responses if you ask him anything. He takes over me whenever I play him or write as him. It's The Lard.

PAPYRUS

Puns's brother. Need I say more? It's Papyrus!

No, seriously, there isn't a catch. He's literally just a regular Papyrus, who I play as accurately as I can.

He's a cool guy.

SNOWEY'S CURRENT CHARACTER LINEUP

SHITPOST (Yes, that's her "actual" name.)

Shitpost is a very, very fascinating… total dumbass. I call her that in the most loving way possible.

Initially made back in 2018 as Snowey's self insert, she has changed DRASTICALLY from what she once was, now being a completely unique, awesome character.

She's Dave's girlfriend, having started dating him back in 2020. When Shitpost is around, Dave's braincells are cast down to the seabed with all the other forgotten things. He loves her a little too much.

Shitpost is also the adopted sister of both Charas. Puns isn't her dad though; they're just good friends.

OK MAN

Having been based on a Roblox glitch in 2018, Ok man is… some dude. We don't know much about him.

He looks like the typical Roblox noob; he's yellow, green and blue. However, he has a big "ok" on his chest, "written" in black. That's how he got his name. Ok man.

Ok man is weird, stubborn, mysterious, and sometimes annoying. And I fucking love him. He's a strange man, and I love having him around.

He throws one hell of a punch…

FLOWEY

Much like Papyrus, he's literally just Flowey. There isn't much of a catch.

Snowey plays him really well, too.

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With all of that out of the way, I feel I've gotten the point across pretty well. I don't really know how these ask blogs even work, honestly… but I think I've got it.

Here's some relevant links:

Incorrect WeaveTale Quotes My Deviantart Account (contains in-universe journal entries & other stuff) Snowey's Deviantart Account Crow's Deviantart Account Chara's Tumblr Blog Chara's Twitter Charmx's Twitter Puns's Twitter Dave's Twitter Ga a star's Tumblr Blog Ga a star's Twitter Papyrus's Twitter Shitpost's Twitter Ok man's Twitter Demirramon's Textbox Generator

[xx-4d4msf4m1ly-xx]

Bloodbat Profile

Ty Cynthia for hacking into this blog. Now I can invite myself in. Some shit to get to know me (if you're a sinner, I won't hesitate to KILL YOU): How Adam gave me this name: He said I'm the most batshit insane Exorcist and it just popped in his head what to call me. Idrl tbh. It fits me. I also create massive bloodbaths with my killing sprees. Nicknames: Batshit, Batshit crazy, Bloodbath, Crazy tiny maniac, Stabby chihuahua, and there's too many others I can't keep track of (I'm so infamous)

Gender: Bigender mayhaps??? (she/he) Age: 234 (Hello I'm Bat, 19, and Ik how to READ) *when I made this blog Height: 5'0 AND THAT IS STILL TALL ENOUGH TO RIP YOUR ESOPHAGUS OUT IF YOU CALL ME SMOL Physique: Perfect for murder Skills: - Battle tactics - Observant at opponent patterns & detecting weaknesses - Quite strong - Freakishly high stamina (333/10 pain tolerance NO CAP) - Conditioned quick reflexes & fast movements - Adapts quite well to losing an eye & wing tip - Resourcefulness - Cunning moments Likes: - Exterminations - MURDERRR - Training & sparring - Getting into fights - Breaking things apart - Flexing their strength out - Deep-fried jokes - Dark af humor - Competing in challenges - MURDER (I don't think I said it twice) - Exorcising corrupt spirits from the living world - Snogging & fucking with aggressive affection to Cynthia - Sexy attire - Killing sinners on days besides Exterminations Dislikes: - Adam refusing to allow vengeance on Carmilla right away - Being kicked out of Heaven - Exterminations not lasting as long as desired - Low kill counts - Hell - Being compared to a sinner - Cynthia keeping me away from killing someone who deserves to die (Cynthia: There's a possibility that a cataclysm could occur from killing too many living beings) Personality: - Bloodthirsty - Sadistic af - Apathetic - Disorderly - BATSHIT INSANE - Slutty - Flirtatious - Mischievous - Dangerously narrow-minded - Impulsive af - Impatient - Reckless - Vengeful - A very VERY short fuse - Hostile - Feral - Practically fearless - Restless - Determined - Has a very slim softish side to those who are close to me (Cynthia for instance) - Egocentric Text Color

[dragbunart]

Meet Aine (pronounced "anya" it's irish) Fae. Aka Annie. Fiadh and Alastor's daughter.

Fiadh had been (very early stages) Pregnant when she died and SOMEHOW this carried over to death (Probably due to being a cambion). So Annie was born in Hell, and Primarily raised by Fiadh and Fiadh's Father Furfur.

When Alastor arrives in Hell he doesn't know his wife is down there OR that she had his child.

But once he figured out Fiadh was his Fianait, he was delighted, though he was going to play the "how long before my ex-detective wife realizes it's me" game until she mentioned she had a daughter, and revealed it somehow was her husbands from when she was alive.

Alastor immediately came clean ( with proof) and met his daughter. He hadn't really wanted kids when he was alive, and considered it a social expectation like marriage that he figured would just happen. And men weren't really expected to be included in Child-rearing.

But in his eyes (especially as a child) Annie looked just like her mother and Alastor couldn't help but spoil her. As she grew he and Fiadh agree'd she actually ended up looking more like Alastor's mother, well as much as she could with her demonic form.

She adores her family From her Mother and Father to her 'Aunt' Rosie and Grampa Furfur.

Personality wise... She is 100% Alastor's daughter. A bit full of herself (she was very spoiled as a child), and always wanting to be the center of attention. She loves music and dance and all good food.

Temperament-wise she's more like Fiadh, she has a very long fuse and it takes a lot to rile her up (unless you're a bigot, then she smiles as she shows you your heart). And she doesn't mind Modern tech or styles (probably one of the few demons in hell who can wear more modern clothes in Cannibal colony)

She knows multiple languages: Gaelic-Irish, french-Creole, and the Demonic language of Hell, though her accent leans more British sounding like most Arse Goetia, sometimes the way she pronounces words sounds more Irish or Trans-Atalantic.

Annie spends weekends gardening with her mother. She doesn't really have a "Job" since her Grandfather's an Earl, but she will occasionally do a performance at her Auntie Mimzie's speakeasy. Occasionally you can find her bonding with Alastor, which is Al and Annie for "Let's go murdering for fun and cook it later". Because she's TECHNICALLY more human her Fire powers and noble demonic powers are weaker than her mother's. She seemingly has some control over Flora and Funga like her mother and Shadow and Radiowaves like her father but they are weaker than her parents as she doesn't really go around making deals to make herself more powerful. She plans to someday but she's young and knows she has nothing but time.

To this day Alastor calls her "Petite Fleur" meaning "little Flower". This stems off his nickname for her mother "Mon Fleur". He has of nicknames that branch off from Nicknames for Fiadh, Example, "Pumpkin" becomes "Pumpkin Pie". Furfur refers to both her and her mother as "Little Fawn" and "My Little Fawn". While Fiadh often just calls her "Wee One".

Though Occasionally Fiadh and Alastor mix French and Irish and she ends up being called "Wee Fluer". Which is often what she's called to the point where some people in Cannibal Colony think her names "Fleur".

Aine Fae was obviously named by her mother, but 'Annie' was all her father's doing. And the pair ADORE the play Annie.

Annie has wings... But only in her full demon form. She has a wand to help channel her powers. While Fiadh's is a honey wand, Annie's looks like a stick (like her 'antlers'). Annie's very 'Proper' in how she refers to her parents using mostly "Mother" and "Father" though if Alastor's ignoring her she slowly disovled from "Father" to "Dad" to "OLD MAN". And if for some reason her mother isn't responding its "Mother" "Mom" and "Mama". She's a Mama's girl (and Al isn't even jealous as a Mama's Boy he gets it).

[15depressedducks]

Flowers Can Grow in Concrete C8

The only thing V remembered about her life before the manor was that she helped with kids. Not from her memories, but her code, something the solver didn’t remove unfortunately. She could kill all day, but her code cried for her to comfort the little drones, to tell them it would be alright, to help them sleep, to protect them. So when N brought home one, it was miserable for her. N was a good caretaker, just not a good single dad. 

And now because I know how upset he’ll be, and because my code is screaming at me, I have to take care of the brat. Lovely~. 

“Oi! Tyke! Whatcha doin?” V kept her voice calm but couldn’t remember her name, and she couldn’t tell what N called her with his glitch voice. Was it Uzi? No, why would the kid be named after a gun? Fusiey? Was it a nickname of sorts? Would that imply that her name was Fuse?

The kid looked at her and her face lit up with excitement. Why is the kid so happy? Because of you. No, not because of me. Shut up code. V hated that her code could “Talk” to her. Yes it was useful when she needed to help calm things down, or help Tessa when she was injured. But not here! She had hardware to kill, but software to care.

“What’s your name! Where did N go? Is N ok? What about mom?” V was bombarded with questions. V! He is taking a break! Yes! She’s fine! V gritted her teeth. It’s still going? Just. Shut. Up! I can handle this! I. Don’t! Need. Your! Help. V strode over to the kid.

“My name is V, N needs a nap is all.” If I can, I’d like to leave that mom question.

“Oki… What about my mom? Is she okay?” Shit. She’s ok! Don’t worry! Let me give you a hug! I’ll keep you safe! Shut! Up! I don’t need you!

“I-Uh, Don’t know? You’d need to ask N about that…” V Sat beside the kid, Angling herself to look at them. She was about to reach out to the kid but retraced before it could happen and shook her head. Stop! Please. I don’t need to get attached. I can’t let myself. The kid just looked at her and smiled.

“That’s okay! Can we explore outside?” Uzi gave V a grin. She trusts you! I know that, Shut up.

“When N goes to sleep, Then we can.” V gave a small smile, her tail swaying faster than before. She wants to do something with me already. Yay! Fun! Bonding time! 

From her optics, V saw N. He looks, better. N looked around before his eyes landed on her. Hi N! How are you? Are you going to sleep? Shut up. N’s eyes had lines under them from a lack of sleep, His hair was slightly messy.

“H-Hey V! Thank you for watching Zi for me! I can take over for you now!” Oh hell no! You are not doing that! you need sleep!

“Tough luck! You are going to go to sleep and if you don’t I’ll fly off with the kid!” 

“Yay! I get to fly!” Uzi said while jumping up and down.

“No! Not yay! I’ll leave you far away from anyone and I won’t tell N where you are!”

“I’ll walk back! I just need to see the spire!” A smile formed on V’s face,

“I’ll leave you up high and where you can’t see the spire!” The smile started to turn into a smirk. 

“Then I’ll yell until N finds me!”

“Not if you're far away~!” 

Uzi’s visor displayed a loading icon, Then she huffed

“Fine, Then N need to go get sleep.” Uzi dropped down, sat crisscrossed with her arms folded. She turned away and started to playful pout.

“See? The kid agrees with me! You. Need. Sleep. End of story.” V said as she turned to him, the playful grin replaced by a determined look.

“No, J said That I need to take care of her.”

“She said it was your job. But who said that you can’t have a break for a day or two, hm? Besides, I think she was implying that she wouldn't help.”

“D-I-Um, Fineee I’ll go sleep” N slouched over, showing his defeat

“Thank you.” V let out with a sigh

“Oh but before I go!” N shoved his hand in his pocket, and pulled out a dark gray rectangle. “Here! It’s a phone for Uzi, so you, uh, fact check it or ask questions!” N handed her the phone, backed up, and took off for his nest. “Thanks, N” V said after N left. And he forgot to tell me the password, cool. V quickly ran to the pod, put the phone in her marked drawer, climbed out of the pod, and fear hit her core like lightning.

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V's code talks in Orange!

"Fusiey" is said like "Fuse-E" lol

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In-depth dive into... The Mad-Hatter

Most if not all has been taken from my chat with bunnybird.

For Berial as Arclecchino-- His inky/shadowy wings catch on fire and his form shifts to be something between himself and Pirin. A kind of 50/50. Ditches the gloves/cuffs and his jester bit -''remnant of self'' shows in the form of clown face-paint. Mildly toying with the Harley Quinn concept.

This could be his face- White with this type of paint, the rest of his body staying as inky/shadowy/ash-made.

But his outfit changes to Pirin's-- A red tailcoat, his tophat staying on like his tail and wings.

And to stay-in line with the fancy asymmetry (God Reinier would hate him even more now. Like before that midget was a mess but now he's just an atrocity. ...And then get clapped back hard. And being stone-faced, cold and just efficient. No playful, gleeful and flashy 'comedic' stuff and prancing.)

Maybe the ink turns...bit red.

Or flickers back and forth in his glitches.

I imagine Berial finally getting the concepts us mortals have after being fused with Pirin. Since they're literally one/merged into one thing. The battle-lines could be with him holding his weapon and has his wings on fire/made of fire, starring his foe in the eye directly. I guess we can jokingly call Arlecchino Berial "Mad Hatter"?

As a nickname.

===Merlinverse lore for the Knave====

"I wonder how Malak will feel about Arlecchino!Berial. How he'd react to him/...Now let's take the same premise of fusing Berial and Pirin into Arle with same result... But take Og Berial." -Finch (me) Malak is how Pirin refers to Sena.

"Oh, the way that would piss Sena off to no extent. Like as far as Sena is concerned that's the most unforgivable thing Berial has ever done.

Literally going to do everything in his power to separate the two into their own being again and is straight up grieving when he realizes he can't.

But then Arle has these weird little moments where they act so much like Pirin that it throws Sena for a complete loop. Like him getting these weird conflicting feelings as he processes his parental love for Pirin and his hatred towards the jester. Trying to figure out how he feels about this new being that is an amalgamation of the two." -Bunnybird

"Except the Knave just tells him, in that clinically dead tone but mildly annoyed (Like a tired, underpaid doctor/surgeon who's just so done w everyone's constant bs) : "I didn't ask for it." In ref to the experiment. It's hard to tell who's speaking maybe both as one really. Unlike how Ale has moments where Pirin or Berial very clearly shines through.

And "You'll kill us. Stop." -Finch

"And the fact that Sena would be aware that it's not Berials fault too, but still feel the need to blame him. Cause Sena already wiped out the people who were actually at fault, and it did nothing to help his boy. So now the options are blame Berial or himself and he's choosing the jester first. When that doesn't pan out, oof. "What kind of god can't even protect their own herald?" and it's so ironic coming from Sena because he's the only god who actually tried." -Bunnybird

Here we go into the relationship Alrecchino could/would have with Sena.

"I think after that, Sena's relationship with Arle depends entirely on how they behave around him. Like do they even want to be around him?"

"Knave: "......" (Just this complex silence that feels cold/emotionless. But is full of so many emotions -some conflicting since Berial would've been gleeful but w his whole being merged with Pirin.. hm) Still fulfills his duties as Malak's familiar and herald/sentinel though." -Finch

"Oof, then yeah. Sena is still going to be protective over the Knave then, but it's going to be... Complicated? Like Sena is grieving the person Pirin used to be while getting to know this new version that exists in his place. So much like the old Pirin yet completely different. And even though he hates Berial, he cannot hate something that's part Pirin."

" "You gods aren't different than mortals, in Fate's hands." -Kinda backhanded way of saying 'it's not your fault'/'you couldn't have prevented it.' " -Finch

Cue small tangent back to potential ways this chimera/amalgam can and would act + "in-game'" design. That's how the lore in the first post you see resulted.

"Like the fire shadows could be Berial kiiinda peeking through (it's in line with his shadow summons) but the Knave's attitude remains this clinical calm and mercilessness/strict efficiency. And sometime the summons are moths or more like birds -Pirin shining through more." -Finch

Overall it was really fun, this experiment and character fusion concept and playing with how different characters can be...twisted into a fusion that is both themselves, and not so at the same time. I suppose it's a way of character study. Along with honing in on certain aspects of Pirin's character/'kit'. (See my Paragon lore post on main blog.) And how his calm can differ for each character he's fused with.

Arlecchino - War/combat & Emotionless/Truth The Balladeer - Dance & Folklore The Damoiseau - Song/Loss? The Marionet - Luck/Death/ dance & folklore are very mild -not the main aspects.

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More ideas/scenarios--

"That's why I can see Arlecchino specifically be a point of tension. And if Berial prior to his fusion wouldn't care at all and not regret anything....After his fusion with the bat he just changed. The fusion with this other being is literally the only thing to make him change. He didn't do it/choose so on his own volitions.

And Arle isn't an idiot. He knows all the shit and sin and evils he's done. Knows who & what he was, how this fusion affected him. So it seems Pirin is mostly dominant here.... enough to keep Og Berial from doing more hellish atrocities"- Finch

"Ooh. And it's kinda like 'punishment' for the jester. Being forced to 'reform/be redeemed' against his own will. Because Pirin's goodness will always overwhelm his own negativity. That everyone will only ever love the part of the Knave that's Pirin and either ignore or tolerate the Berial in him."- Mika

"yup

And now that he cares thanks to that fusion allowing him to feel both the positive and negatives in all their nuance, along with have hopes/yearnings like a mortal (Pirin).... It HURTS. Being ignored, despised and left behind all the time. And he used to THRIVE on those things!

Arlecchino, to Berial, is hell, an endless nighmare besides a punishment. A cage constricting he CAN'T ever escape. A prison and shackles. He can't do anything about it at all. Like how a person put on the guillotine can't do anything about it, or their impending execution. And makes him hate it all! So I can see the jester snapping (moments where the Knave is heavily unstable and violatile. "Has fits of strong hysteria/madness") and breaking down and lashing out.

But his movements are stuttered/stuttering, stiff. Almost paralyzed and like having a leash/collar yanked back like how an owner would hold back an aggressive dog. And all Berial can do... Is scream and rant, until he's completely exhaused/drained himself of everything.

And he can't even do that! (If there's someone nearby.) Because his words are garbled beyond incomprehensible gibberish, voice thinning out and also stuttering like glitching- has lapses into silence/ silent screams like in mimes and soundless movies/acting. Or an audio clipping out to quiet.

His expressions are forced to go back to subdued, clinical and neutral or emotionless. Glitching and stiff, all of which drives Berial up the wall/"mental" sooo much more.

He literally can't do anything at all. And in those moments Arle is 100% paralyzed with resting face on, like someone put him on pause. Deathly silent, staring "blankly" at nothing in particular. With glitches and static. His eyes, are the only clue on what's happening-- So many emotions flashing/clashing in them. A literal internal war going on in full hellish rage swing.

The Hypogean having a meltdown/fit and being at his worst/most hellish/insane and trying to tear something/everything apart And Mather trying to reign him in back in-line. Get him subdued, under control... like a puppetter wrestling with an unruly wildly thrashing puppet and being insane.

If Arle was a fusion in Steven universe, he would've poofed to separate beings looong ago. But he's not. And separation isn't possible. He's permanently stuck like this, with this. All of it."- Finch

"And that is pure poetic justice right there! Berial who's always loved treating others like puppets is now being treated like one himself. Being forced to experience something similar to what he's put countless mortals through."- Mika

"The irony under different circumstances would've made him holer with laughter."- Finch

"Also, that affinity line about him throwing starving people a loaf of bread to watch them fight for the scraps? Imagine Berial now desperately scrambling for every drop of approval or affection he can get that isn't just aimed at the 'Pirin' in him." -Mika

"And hate it being rubbed in his face- how desperate he is.

Or how he's reached a point/low of being like a Pavlov's dog./conditioning experiment. He's all about attention... and approval/love seems the ONLY ways to get attention at all.

Love how disturbing it would be for Berial to become a good person because he was essentially psychologically tortured and manipulated into it.

But that's the thing about Arle, isn't it?

Pirin won't let others witness these unstable moments. Or see HOW Berial became a good person. But it's still clear the clown has been tortured and manipulated to reach this point.

And how the jester is sure always be on top A game best behavior, and be good, and protect others not because he cares. Or wants to like Pirin. But out of desperation to keep his source of attention. (Approval, validation, love, admiration, so on.) I can see this unsettling the other Hypogeans, how he's a smiling marionet on strings. And also possibly the Celestials because they've known this clown as this disasturous force of nature.... be rendered to this.

"Nope~! That Berial died, haha! Out with the old clown, in with the new jester!" (Please look at me, please just look at me-) "I'm perfectly fine~! Heh? What's that look for?" "I'm good-See? See? No wait! Don't turn away-Wait-"

And how does Malak feel/react to witnessing this? Along with Arle's unstable moments? Since he can see the outside and inside of this cryptid."- Finch

"Yo. Sena giving Arle headpats and says, "Good job you two." as a joke once and the Knave just freezes. Like no change in emotion or reaction, but you can TELL something is up.

And if we're feeding into Sena embracing the darker parts of his character with the cryptids around, I can picture him feeding into Berials desperation, anything to keep him in line so that Malak can still have his herald around. Like occasionally giving Berial tiny bits of approval and affection and compliments, and it's the most luke warm responses, but he knows Berial is DESPERATE for them.

Straight up helping 'Pirin' manipulate and recondition him by alternating between giving the jester the hope of being cared for and the fear of rejection. On days where Berial is behaving and is actually cooperating with Pirin, it's "It's good to see you two getting along. You're surprisingly well behaved today Berial" with a warm, encouraging smile. But on days where they're conflicted and Berial wants chaos, "You seem a little unstable today, Arle. Is Berial acting up again?" with the coldest, most disappointed look in his eyes.

Like it must be HELL for Berial, especially if he inherited Pirin's link to Malak as their patron. Like straight up desperatation as he essentially begs for their god to look at him with anything other than neutrality at best and contempt at worst."- Mika

"And this got me thinking back to the Berial x Pirin thing. But with this? Og Berial being so damn dismantled, shattered. Starved and tortured so much... That when Pirin offers him an ounce of compassion so iconic for him; a lick of love and affection---Berial just jumps on it. Latches on and cradles it like Sméagol does his Precious ring. So desperate, he just MELTS in his enemy's hands.

"You got me alright!? Fine! You BROKE me! You WIN! Is this what you wanted!?! --Tear me to SHREDS?! Well congrats! You got me on my knees!" -Berial in his fit to Pirin, hysterical and sobbing. "......I'll be your slave, I'll be your pet, ANYTHING you want! Just... please... I don't want to be voiceless..." A cold hand gently cups his face, lifts it up. Pearls meet pale purple pits with love, compassion, like how they'd gaze at everyone else.

"What do you want, Berial..?" In that moment the clown looses it, final nail in the coffin. Knows this is manipulation, that he's being torn apart psychologically yet again but with new different methods. Doesn't care it's a trap. He just melts.

"Drown." He knows he's being strangled, suffocated and poisoned oh so agonizingly slowly in the sweetest ways... And loves it all. Wants more of this. Allows those cold hands to glide over his wings, tail, toy with his hair. Lets those freezing lips press, pepper his inky skin--Forehead, temples, shoulders, wherever.

And purrs like a cat, leans into all the touches, offers himself up. All his-All Pirin's. Doesn't dare ask for more than he's given for fear of loosing all of this in a blink. Does exactly as told by him. No deals, tricks. Eagerly accepts all kinds of affection/love from 'Rin. Lets him take control- of him and their fusion." -Finch

...Yup. My brain just thought throwing Pirin into a ship with that midget nuisance is a good idea instead of Val/Pirin/Sinbad standard. It's a dumpster-fire disaster and so full of Dead dove and angst. And toxic as all hell- Giving Hodgkin/Bonnie a run for their money.

"YES! Like in any other situation or universe, Berial would be the one doing the manipulation, breaking down Pirin and playing him like a puppet.

But in this one? The roles are reversed. Pirin and the others straight up starve Berial of positive regard, making him work for even the slightest hint of approval. Like how a starving rat will eat poisoned food out of desperation." -Mika

"And an example for all the other Hypogeans.

I honestly think seeing all this would actually unnerve Phraesto. Reinier would be laughing at first then suddenly get chills.

And Harak simply.. disturbed."- Finch

"Oh, heck yeah. If having a god around wasn't deterrent enough, they now have to deal with that gods herald being an amalgamation of Pirin and one of their own, fully knowing that the jester inside has been completely broken down into a passive, obedient shadow of his former self and that the bat is in full control now. Plus, it's starting to seem like the gods benevolent nature has started to wane a bit since losing his dear herald. Atleast to those he views as enemies..."- Mika

"Dionel and Talene are rattled. Scarlita's like "Hold up"-

Dulingr is something between this expression and this

And getting sidetracked with other stuff/what-if's. ".....Oh no. You know the True lab Undertale route w the amalgams?"- Finch

"Yeah? 👀"- Mika

"Well, Project Harbringer... And the nephylims."- Finch

"OH SHIT! (Also, wait, does that make us Ghaster?? 😂)"- Mika

.....It sounds really juicy on paper...but no. Just no. The cryptids are already one hell of a mess/level of disaster. Add in the nephylims? It will be horrendous carnage. Like Arle + Athe? = Unstable fiery and rebellious vigilante Knave + having Athe's issues. THE most aggressive/hostile of the lot. Balladeer + Iliya? = More stoic Kuker but also will sound/look like dying (...Nephylms got some major health problems like heart and lungs can't settle on a tempo, yo-yoing between vamp & human.) Make him angry and there will be trice as much hell to suffer. Damoiseau + Mari? = HP Lovecraft horror meets cinnamon roll but has fierce temper. And also very excitable. All over the place. Marionet + Amene? = Shriveling up on the inside & a weeping mess. Ame is/was a kindhearted girlie who wouldn't approve of others being mean. And having to witness, coldly render judgement? Disaster.

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I know her name is Mercury and they call her Mercy but I just think the original “Honeytrap” is stuck on my mind, like a military moniker (since the school already has ranks, I can imagine nicknames are also a thing)

I just think it would be funny to see Enid call “Honey” over, clearly in her new deadpan ironic/teasing way the wolves know quite well except the Nevermore gang have no clue Enid jokes like this now (ever since she lost most visible emotions to the stress, rip) so it’s just like, “Girl who clearly hangs all over Enid (and flaunts it, even if they don’t know that’s just Mercury being a little shit) and Enid calls her Honey???? 🤨🔪”

FUCKING ACCEPTED

If I could bang a hammer onto the table like a lawyer I would right now because you are so big brain anon.

Mercury is also their local trapper so yknow.. Traps, honey sticks to things.. It's a play on words... Association and shit

But yes, in public Enid will sigh and say 'not right now mercury' when she whines with the rest about going to get better food' but during training and out and about, it isn't unheard off to hear Enid call out for a honey

Although this does mean that Enid calls skoll Sparky, just for the fact that he has a short fuse and Hati, nerd because.... He's a bookworm

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Another Star Rail Theory: the Stellaron Hunters

Star Rail is my new brain rot and since I have done all the Trailblazers Quest, waiting for the new updates, I have nothing to do but dish out theories. First of all, what do we know about the Stellaron Hunters? They attacked Herta's Space station to steal and use the Stellaron collected inside for a vessel, the MC. Then, they go out of their way to get inside Xianzhou, get captured, hacking their system to let the Astral Express dock, all for making the Astral Express and Xianzhou allies. Through the dialogue, we witness that most of their actions are because of Elio and his prophecies.

First: Kafka

The first person the MC remembers, for unknown reasons, and also the first person to give us sensible information. What I think is that Kafka is usually the spokesperson for Elio and his plans. The mission to steal the Stellaron could have been given solely to Silver Wolf for her hacking skill, but Kafka has an importance to the mission regarding choosing the vessel and making sure that said vessel remembers her and only her, mostly for creating a link between them? So Stelle is more likely to believe or at least stop and listen to what she has to say. Even the mission to create an occasion to make the Astral Express and Xianzhou allies could have been given only to Blade, mostly because I think Blade is from Xianzhou, but the Stellaron Hunters went further: by capturing Kafka, there was this chance to talk directly to her and being told "our" mission, fighting Nanook. So, from her bio, Kafka is trusted by Elio and probably shares his same objectives.

Second: Silver Wolf

Silver Wolf is Bronya. Let's skip to Blade. Just Kidding. There is nothing to speculate too much. She is a genius hacker and her fight with Screwllum is legendary. She has the power to hack into reality, and from her look, she looks more like the Herrsher of Reason. It's strange how she looks like a younger Bronya when in the game we already have a Bronya who is called Bronya. And second, the name. Silver Wolf like the alias used by Bronya in HI3. Coincidences? Maybe she is Bronya but from a more cyber-like world? Funny that her element is Quantum.

Third: Blade

Oh boy. OH BOY. His past with Dan Heng, the light scone "Nowhere to Run" and "The Unreachable Side", all points to him being a true immortal. He dies time and time again, but it's not a definitive death. He actually keeps living and chase after Dan Heng for unknown reasons.

One thing in common between the three of them is that their names don't look like names at all. They look like codenames or nicknames. Then we have Elio, the leader of the Stellaron Hunters. And because of him, here's my theory:

Elio is lookig at a bigger picture. He is doing, or is making Kafka and the others do, a lot of actions that will brought a most likely future that he foresaw. He probably follows the saying "the end justifies the means". He doesn't care what happens to the people if doing so it's going to save the Universe. Example: Kafka during our interrogation said that Elio foresaw Stelle asking three questions, if Kafka hears one of them she should say everything she knew. So, it's possible that if Stelle asked the wrong question, Kafka would have been silent. And if we look at THIS angle, he's creating something that is able to kill an Aeon. To kill a specific Aeon. They are hunting Stellarons, that are made by Nanook. Stellarons are said to leave destruction where they are. The Stellarons Hunters try to obtain said Stellarons and don't care too much what happen to the worlds they left behind. But why hunting Stellarons? For what use? As I say before to create something capable to kill an Aeon. We don't know what they did to the Stellarons previously obtain, but I can speculate they experimented to create a vessel, compatible enough to fuse with the Stellaron, strong enough to contain it. You CAN'T do something like that on first try. You need to try, fail, fix what's wrong and redo. They probably ended up destroy both the vessels and the Stellarons, until they managed to make Stelle and Caelus. They have two vessels. So they needed to find a Stellaron, how they knew Herta had one is probably also Elio's fault. But they have to time it. They needed to left the vessel in capable hands, definitely not Herta's, so Elio chose the right moment when the Antilegion was attacking the Space Station and the Astral Express was near to give them aid. Elio knew that Himeko would invite the Trailblazer to join the Express, so they left the vessel in capable hands. Herta's Station had only one Stellaron, so they had to chose which vessel to use, but what about the other? What happened to them?

Elio, through Kafka's words, is working to make sure that Stelle (my chosen MC) has enough strength to fight against an Aeon. Nothing is casual, but minutely orchestrated by Elio. It's no joke he is nicknamed Destiny's Slave. Elio, by doing all of this, is truly a slave of the future he is, a Slave of Destiny.