Hehehe ive been meaningto ask, what are the phailings' role in the farm??? I love ur series sm
AGHSHAHA THANK UUU, here are the roles of the phalings (and added more info and short fic about them hihihi:
( ! ) Yandere themes , fluff , reaver and khas being creepy , alone time doesn't exist in phainon's world , crack short fic
SERIES MASTERLIST
KHASLANA Works on day shifts along with Phainon, sometimes would accompany Reaver in night patrols when he feels restless.
When it comes to you, he’s difficult...
Khaslana hates the idea of you wandering off alone, and the moment you so much as touch the door, he materializes at your side like a sun‑warmed shadow. If the animals are acting strange or the weather feels off, he won’t even pretend to negotiate — you’re staying inside, end of discussion.
And if you try to argue? He simply scoops you up and slings you over his shoulder with infuriating ease while you hiss, kick, and swat at him like an offended housecat denied its freedom.
He just wants to keep you safe...
You slipped outside at dawn for a quick stretch, tail flicking lazily behind you. The air was cool, the grass soft, and for once, no one was hovering over you. Then Khaslana appeared out of nowhere like a judgmental sunrise. He froze. You froze. Your tail puffed up for absolutely no reason. “…Why are you awake?” he asked, voice flat but eyes wide with alarm. “I’m stretching,” you said, arching your back like the cat hybrid you were. He stared at your arched posture like it personally offended him. “You stretch inside,” he grumbled, stepping in front of you like a wall of sun‑warmed muscle. “It’s safer.” “For who?” you muttered, tail flicking. He didn’t answer. Instead, he scooped you up under one arm like a misbehaving housecat. “Khaslana—! Put me down!” “No,” he said simply. “You wander. You climb things. You fall off things. Then I have to fix you.” “I do NOT fall off things.” “You fell off the fence yesterday.” “That fence was slippery.” “It was dry.” You hissed at him. He growled back in response. It was… surprisingly effective. He carried you inside and set you on the couch, crossing his arms. “If you want fresh air,” he muttered, “I’ll bring you some.” You blinked. “You’re going to… bring me air.” “Yes.” “…How.” He opened the window aggressively.
PHAINON also works the day shift with Nanook and Khaslana, bouncing from task to task with enough energy to power the entire farm by himself. Whether it’s hauling tools or patching fences, he’s always moving, always talking, always there.
And when it comes to you? He absolutely hates being away from you for more than a few minutes. If he can’t find you, he’ll whine loud enough for everyone's ears to bleed while pacing the house like a lost puppy until he finally locates you again.
The moment he does, he scoops you into his strong arms even if you were very clearly trying to enjoy some precious alone time.
Alone time?
Phainon has never heard of such a concept.
In his world, it simply doesn’t exist.
You finally found the perfect sunspot. Warm, quiet. and unbothered. You stretched out on the grass, tail flicking lazily, ears relaxed, soaking in the sunlight like a content housecat who finally escaped supervision. You had exactly twelve seconds of peace. Then a shadow fell over you. You didn’t even have to open your eyes. “…Phainon.” “Hi!” he chirped, far too close. You cracked one eye open. Phainon was crouched beside you, smiling like he’d discovered a rare treasure. His tail wagged so hard it kicked up dust. “I’m sunbathing,” you said flatly. “I know!” he said, immediately flopping down beside you. “Me too!” You scooted an inch away. He scooted an inch closer. You scooted again. He followed like a clingy, overgrown puppy. “Phainon,” you warned, “I need space.” “But you’re warm,” he said, inching closer until your arms touched. “And soft. And warm.” You hissed softly. He gasped dramatically. “Did you just hiss at me?” he asked, eyes sparkling like this was the best thing that had ever happened to him. You tried to roll away, but he immediately wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you back into the sunspot like you were a runaway pillow. “Phainon—!” “Nope,” he said cheerfully, burying his face against your shoulder. “You’re staying. You’re comfy.” “I’m trying to relax.” “I am relaxing,” he said, squeezing you tighter. “With you.” You sighed, tail flicking in irritation. Then he added, in a whisper that was far too dramatic: “If you leave, I’ll wither away in the shade.” “You will not.” “I will. I’ll crumble. Like a sad, abandoned raisin.” You stared at him. He stared back, completely serious. “…Fine,” you muttered, giving up. Phainon immediately brightened, tail wagging so hard it smacked you in the face. “OW— Phainon!” “Sorry! I’m just happy!” You groaned, covering your face. He nuzzled your cheek affectionately. “Best sunbathing ever,” he declared. You weren’t sure if you agreed. But… you didn’t move away either.
REAVER works the night shift and moves through the darkness like it’s his natural habitat. During the day, he’s almost never around, except at mealtime, when he materializes out of nowhere with silent footsteps that make you hiss and leap back like a cat startled by a cucumber. (He absolutely finds this entertaining.)
Because he’s awake while everyone else sleeps, you often get the eerie sense of being watched at night. Your ears twitch, your tail puffs, and you crack your eyes open…
…but there’s nothing there.
Just the dark.
Just the lingering feeling that someone was standing in the corner a moment ago.
And knowing Reaver, he probably was.
You woke up in the middle of the night with the distinct feeling of being watched. Your ears twitched. Your tail puffed. You slowly opened your eyes. Reaver was standing in the corner of your room. Completely still. Completely silent. Eyes glowing faintly like a cryptid who pays taxes. “…Reaver?” you whispered. He didn’t move. “Reaver, why are you in my room?” Silence. You sat up, tail curling protectively around your legs. “Reaver.” He blinked. You jumped. “OH— okay, you’re alive.” He stepped forward, slow and quiet, like he was trying not to scare you but absolutely scaring you anyway. “You were cold,” he said simply. “I— what?” “You kicked off your blanket,” he explained, picking it up and draping it over you with surprising gentleness. “You’ll get sick.” You stared at him. “You could’ve just… covered me. You didn’t have to stand in the corner like a horror movie.” He tilted his head. “I didn’t want to wake you.” “You were staring at me.” “I was monitoring your breathing.” “That’s worse!” He blinked again. “You’re welcome.” Then he turned and walked out as silently as he came, leaving you sitting there, blanket tucked around your shoulders, tail flicking in disbelief.
On rare occasions, when you get up to use the bathroom, you’ll glance toward the window and see two silhouettes staring in — Reaver, perfectly still like a cryptid, and Khaslana beside him looking deeply unimpressed.
You freeze.
They freeze.
Your tail fluffs to maximum volume.
Then Reaver simply blinks, as if this is the most normal thing in the world, while Khaslana mutters something about “night patrol” and “keeping an eye on you.”
You’re not sure which is worse — the fact that they’re watching, or the fact that you’re starting to get used to it.
Reaver and khaslana: 👁️👁️ 👁️👁️
