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Hear me out, Krux would Absolutely WHIMPER.

Goodbye.

Interesting Analogy There, Anon.

Turns out he does.

Hey guys, just putting this out there—any Time Twins fans around? They're my absolute favorite, and I don’t really have anyone to talk to about them. If you’re into them too, (if anyone would want to, I'd like to be friends ^^) Pm me if you want to :)

🐱 Jealous~?

— It's just a kitten he thought, Although he can't even comprehend a small as a feline would steal your attention other than him, wishing it's Him instead.

REQUESTED?: No.

Paired Character: Acronix, GN! Reader.

#TAGS: Pure fluff drabble, Kind of short, Acronix is either potentially OOC, This kitten stealing your attention is onto something 🤔 Nothing else is added more. {4.3k words.} Enjoy Reading! ^^

⪼ 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 ࿐ཽ༵☆

—ᥫ᭡—

You're sitting on the couch, gently cradling a tiny kitten that somehow crawled its way into your arms. The kitten is purring, blissfully curled up against you, and you're utterly charmed by the little fluffball. You’re so wrapped up in its warm, tiny body and soft meows that you hardly notice Acronix sitting beside you. But he’s watching—closely.

At first, he simply crosses his arms, leaning back and pretending not to care. He raises an eyebrow, tapping his fingers against his arm, watching as you whisper to the kitten, stroking its soft fur with all the gentleness he’s used to seeing from you — the kind he’d like to think is reserved just for him. But today? No, today it's directed at some random kitten who wandered into your life and nestled itself all too comfortably in what he has silently claimed as his spot.

He tries to keep his jealousy in check. After all, it’s just a kitten, right? But as the minutes pass, the little fuzzball only seems to be making itself more at home in your arms. Acronix clears his throat, hoping to catch your attention. But instead, you just coo at the kitten, rubbing your cheek against its tiny head, oblivious to Acronix's presence.

Finally, he decides to say something. "So... that’s a cute kitten," he says with feigned casualness, though his eyes are laser-focused on the little fur thief in your lap. "Pretty sure I heard you say I was your favorite, though." He shoots you a playful but pointed look, half-expecting you to laugh and put the kitten aside. But you just glance up with a teasing smile, nodding as you return your attention to the kitten, murmuring something sweet to it in a voice that Acronix realizes with a pang is usually reserved for him.

The kitten purrs louder, sinking deeper into your arms. He frowns. "Are you seriously ignoring me for… this little ball of fluff?" His voice is half-amused, half-annoyed, trying to mask the jealousy he knows is radiating from him. You glance at him, the amusement twinkling in your eyes, but you’re not letting go of the kitten just yet.

"Acronix, it's just a kitten," you say with a small chuckle, clearly entertained by his reaction.

But Acronix is determined. He moves closer, practically leaning against you as he makes it his mission to reclaim his spot. He throws an arm over your shoulders and rests his head on your shoulder, sighing dramatically. "I mean, I get it. The kitten's cute," he says, his tone almost mocking as he inches closer. "But, I mean, I’m here too, you know." He gives you a little nudge, his eyes locked on the kitten, hoping it’ll take the hint and scoot over. It does not.

Instead, the kitten purrs louder, curling up even tighter in your lap and stretching out one little paw possessively, as if to say, This human is mine. It knows what he's feeling right now, yet it decided to stay.

Acronix rolls his eyes, muttering something about “clingy cats” under his breath, but he’s visibly growing more impatient. He reaches over and gently pokes the kitten, testing if it might move on its own. But the kitten just squeaks—a shrill, startled sound that makes you laugh, and makes Acronix even more annoyed.

"Really?" he huffs, looking at the kitten like it’s his mortal enemy. "This little thing has you wrapped around its paw?"

You smile at him and try to gently put the kitten down, giving it a little nudge to encourage it to move. But the moment you try to lift it, the kitten lets out a loud (scream) meow, clinging to your arm and wriggling stubbornly to stay in place.

'This cat..—' Acronix thought in annoyance.

It’s as if the kitten knows exactly what it’s doing — making a bold claim on you that leaves Acronix rolling his eyes in irritation, muttering under his breath about dramatic cats.

Finally (but reluctantly), you manage to carefully set the kitten down on the floor, and it settles with an annoyed little meow of its own. But Acronix doesn’t waste a second. The moment you’re free, he took the opportunity and swoops in, wrapping his arms around you possessively and pulling you close to his chest, almost as if he’s trying to erase the kitten’s scent from your skin. He leans in, his face inches from yours, a smirk playing on his lips.

"There. Now that that distraction is out of the way," he says, his voice a low murmur as he nuzzles into your hair, "I can finally have you back where you belong." He holds you a little tighter, burying his face in your shoulder, breathing in the comforting scent of your warmth.

You laugh, wrapping your arms around him, finally giving him the attention he’s been vying for all this time. He lets out a deep, satisfied sigh, holding you close, his fingers tracing gentle patterns along your back as if he’s making sure you don’t slip away again.

After a few quiet moments, he glances down, shooting the kitten a smug look. "See, furball? This spot? Mine."

©leftalpacavoid 2024.

ඩා People look at me and say "Aww the skrunkly!"

#Character: Lego Hades (from fortnite.)

#Added info: Who is he? In canon, Hades is a obtainable legendary skin, a battle pass in Fortnite: Battle Royale. He's also a boss in the canon storyline. however in this version, He's a Lego character/skin.

#TAGS: Fluff, Non-canon character, Short headcanons, Can be read as romantic or platonic. {3.9k words.}

— Requested By: (@bruh37legolover)

#A/n: I can't find any info of who he really is in Lego form so I tried to put his canon personality based on the Wiki of his original form.

— You don't even know how your relationship began, Well I don't know either. But best believe that he wouldn't let go of you anytime soon.

— At the start he's very curious of you, he'd unintentionally follow you and you'd be occasionally spooked by him and in return, he'd awkwardly apologize by using sign language, he can't speak. But his gestures said it all that he's just genuinely trying to know you better.

— You noticed that he is giving signs that he's curious about you, walking out? Expect him to follow you like a puppy, and also curious about the stuff your paying attention to stuff. (For example, like your cellphone.) Since he's been in the underworld for long and he do be trying to learn what you like.

— His attempt of courtship is somehow gift giving, he'd get you stuff like dead flowers he picked on a garden that he wandered around. (Definitely not your neighbors flowers-) he can surprisingly clean around the house. (You'd see him accidentally falling off a ladder when he tried to clean a tall shelves.) And insisting to take carry of your stuff if you can't handle them because they are heavy. He had a knack of giving you written letters since he's mute, he wanted to express his words but can't, So he writes them.

— Whenever you watched a movie, he always seemed eager to watch with you, his favorite is horror movies, like his style, he stragely loves it when it was shown in the TV. there are some moments where he's either calm, or in glee when a thrilling scene comes up, But doesn't react when it's a cheap jumpscare. Sometimes he accidentally fell asleep against you, Silly him, just let him, he's surprisingly warm to lean on.

— If you also tried to attempt courtship, Give him a gourmet meal steak. He loves that and had a natural appetite for human food, give him that and he'd be happy for the rest of the day.

— Whether you return his affection or want to stay as friends, Here's the possibilities.

— Romantic Headcanons:

— His type of confession is somehow shyly giving you a letter and proceeds to run away from you and doesn't show up for hours, possible for days of you don't find him, but when you did he's actually hiding on something like a shed or some abandoned closet, he'd be shy on admitting it but when you did say you returned his feelings, best believe that he's very happy for the rest of day and the next morning.

— When it comes to being a relationship, He is shy at first because at first he isn't sure that you returned his feelings, because, you are a human. He's the lord of the underworld, can a human a different being be together? He tried not to think about that, But he can reciprocate if you reassure him and communicating with him is very important.

— Your relationship will take time, Because of course he is somehow unusually careful. He would not tell you that he's actually protecting you from his rivals, knowing his reputation, he hides you from his enemies because he's clever enough to know that they can have an advantage of turning you against him and he can't exactly keep you in his domain, So he kept you safe and this would be his little secret. (Even if you did you wouldn't mind at all.)

— When he becomes in love, he is clingy towards you he's like a cat who follows you everywhere, One time he'd clung to your leg when your trying to buy groceries and oh he's not letting go and did that until you gave in. He loves your attention a lot, He wanted your love, not too overbearing or suffocating, Him being with you anywhere is enough for him, oh don't get me started at the fact that he'd be devotedly loyal to you—

— His Affection: He loves physical touch, and he loves holding hands with you. He's okay with cuddling, he had the habit of purring when you stroke his horns, patting them gently or just holding him close in general, His love language is acts of service. He'd always be happy to help you whenever you need.

— His Expression Of Love: While he could not speak he'd always write letters on a paper and quietly slide them to you hoping you'd notice it, but when you do, he'd do a side eye before quickly looking away when you passed it back. But the moment you looked away, he's already writing that paper like he had an assignment on a deadline that must be finished quick.

— If you are sad or upset: He doesn't exactly know how to comfort, because he never understood mortal emotions but he tried his best by fluffing up your bed so you can sleep better, he'd share his razzberries with you, he never shared anyone with his razzberries so he did for you if it makes you less upset, or bring your favorite snacks but if that doesn't work, He can be your shoulder to cry on, he'd hold you close without saying anything, he will be your pillar of support. Never pulling away unless you pull first, He'd gently nuzzle your head while he holds you with quiet affection. Even if you are still struggling in days he'd never leave you alone, he'd always be with you to pull you back up, You can tell your troubles to him even if it's personal, he might not react but he understood them well, He will never shame them. He loves you. And he wanted to make you feel better. (Bonus part: He'd bring Cerberus [who is disguised as a pup] to comfort you.)

— When it comes to protecting you: He may not react that much if it doesn't bother you but if it did, Let's just say they suddenly went on a vacation and start a new life there. He can be quite protective and he'd definitely had the vibe of being a protective dog (he'd growl and bark and chase after them on all fours. ) Or pull you away from the situation and lead you to the park to get your mind off of it, and you guys would eat ice cream together as well.

— When he is jealous: Jealous??? Him??? Oh poor you, He'd try to act calm as possible. But inside he'd want your attention asap and would try to intimidate to those who are talking to you especially if it's a stranger by being beside you at all times. He's not the one to be overly jealous but he becomes sweet after in private where he'd quietly lean onto you which it shows his trust and he's with you the whole day.

— Platonic Headcanons:

— He's that type of a friend that doesn't have any problems on following you around like he got the time all day. You'd sometimes find him lounging around waiting for you to be finished with whatever stuff you are doing on.

— It usually was the same but with little surprises and there he can actually be quite endearing one where some doesn't see much. At gloomy days he seemed to just slide beside you with a respect of space, as always. Give him a cherry pie and he will be your best friend for eternity.

— Your the only exception who gets to touch his horns, If you scratch the back of his head, he'd keep on purring until you stop and gives you an offended look of 'Why did you stop?' type of expression.

— If this goes further, he'd occasionally bring Cerberus [Again, who's disguised as a pup] he'd communicate it to behave and oh it knows exactly how to behave without being chaotic, whenever it's on your house it just stares at you whenever you aren't looking and when you look back it'll act like a puppy by wagging it's tail and wander around to leave you alone.

— Your dynamic is 'My friend who's the lord of the underworld wouldn't stop following me around so I just took him in.' And his is 'I have a friend, and they are one of the most adorable mortal I've laid my presence on :3333' a mortal who's composed and had a brain to actually think and a being who's an adorable little menace.

— if you we're to be both get teleported in a crossover or something, Expect of him to be the one who you should keep in check in case if you don't want to separated, you both probably had the vibe of a background character of you who's trying to stay sane and him trying to hold on you so you wouldn't collapse, going home is definitely a good option. And oh he enjoy the ride while you don't want to go back there ever again.

— Overall 9.9/10, He's a pretty good friend or a boyfriend to have, he can be cute if he wants to. *Ahem* a green flag. But he can be quite fun to be around.

©leftalpacavoid 2024.

Mwahaha >:3

I love your requests,, Keep going :3

Hear me out on the iron doom.

Acronix finding this blog asking his brother what it id and krux going full on depression expresso and crying for hours because wdym acronix is the favourite..? (He totaly is my favourite tho let's be real??)

Krux tweaking because bro haven't got a single content yet while Acronix is just vibing if he knew what it actually is, he'd love it and find it interesting of how he was portrayed in the media. He's the favorite child while krux is the oldest child typa vibes just non existent (obv)— Acronix would feel special privileges about it lol.

Hehe... I guess it's actually a canon event that I did more Acronix content than krux, Funny how I kind of flopped because there's no krux content (I'll be doing soon, but no promises.). But now that you're here, I'm glad you found it. <33

𓄃 Soaring Veil.

— Acronix's life is all about thrill, fighting, battling, scheming with his brother, he was a skilled warrior. An elemental master of time, But there is something quite of an aura that makes him drawn to You.

REQUESTED?: Yes.

—@ By: [Anonymous Ask]

Paired Character: Acronix, GN! Reader.

#TAGS: pure fluff, established relationship but leans on romantic or platonic, Acronix got some taste fr 🗣️🔥, Reader isn't a normal human being, we are high like on being ethereal for real. (▀̿Ĺ̯▀̿ ̿) potential OOC I tried my best. {3.2K Words}

#Reminder: Reader's appearance is based off Yaoshi Aeon Of Abundance from Honkai Star Rail respectively, the reason why the description had a kind of a unspecified color is because it's for you to decide your own theme.

⪼ 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 ࿐ཽ༵☆

⚊𓂀⚊

Acronix approaches you with a mixture of awe every time he enters your presence. You, an unknown entity of immense size and ethereal beauty, radiate an otherworldly elegance that is both serene and formidable. Draped in a delicate veil and a flowing cloth dress, your form shimmers like moonlight caught on mist, pure and unblemished. Towering over everything, you sit at the very edge of an old, crumbling stone ledge that seems to float in a dimension all its own—one surrounded by misty, endless skies and soft light that shifts in the void, It’s a place beyond time and space, both tranquil and mysterious, a place where only you and Acronix seem to exist.

Your elegant halo glows faintly, illuminating the fine, white cloth of your dress that drapes down, almost seeming to melt into the mist below. Long antlers adorn your head, gracefully twisting upwards and casting shadows that dance around you. Despite your towering form, there is a gentleness in the way you hold yourself, a silent welcome in the slight tilt of your head and the soft glow that emanates from your hidden face. You cannot speak, bound by some silent rule of your existence, but Acronix seems to understand you nonetheless.

He steps forward, cautious but unafraid, dwarfed by your towering height but never intimidated. There’s a slight, respectful bow in his posture as he approaches, his hazel eyes filled with a curious admiration he’d never show anyone else. He’s careful, almost reverent, as if any sudden movement might disrupt the delicate balance of the quiet peace that hangs between you. When he reaches a spot near your hand, he pauses, glancing up at you with a small, confident smirk that betrays a hint of his usual arrogance. But his voice, when he speaks, is softer than usual, his tone touched by something uncharacteristically tender.

“Hello again,” he says, the faintest bit of wonder threading through his voice, like he’s still not quite used to the sight of you. “I see you’re as magnificent as ever.”

He reaches out, resting a hand on one of your enormous fingers, feeling the faint warmth that radiates from your form. Despite your size, he’s never felt more connected to someone than he does to you, this mysterious, silent being who watches him with such gentle understanding. There’s something deeply comforting in your presence, something he can’t quite put into words, as if you understand him in a way that no one else ever has, or ever could.

You look down at him, a subtle inclination of your head acknowledging his words. The veil over your face stirs slightly, as though responding to his touch, the faintest shimmer of light rippling through it, like stars twinkling in the depths of a night sky. Even though he can’t see your eyes, he feels them on him, an invisible gaze that somehow sees through every wall he’s ever put up. He knows that you see him fully, down to every hidden insecurity and weakness, yet there’s only acceptance in your presence.

Unable to speak, you raise a delicate hand, its surface radiant and smooth, and you gently brush your fingers against him, a feather-light touch that envelopes him in a warmth unlike anything he’s ever felt. Your movements are careful, as though you’re afraid of overwhelming him, but there’s a kindness in your touch, a soft reassurance that speaks volumes more than words ever could. You tilt your head again, your halo glowing slightly brighter, as if to show him that you’ve missed him just as much as he has missed you.

Acronix leans into your touch, uncharacteristically still, as if savoring this silent moment with a rare humility. He reaches up, letting his own small hand press against your fingertip. For a brief second, it almost feels as if he’s bridging the vast, unknowable space that lies between your worlds, that his presence, his simple, mortal touch, is enough to reach you. There’s a softness in his eyes as he looks at you, a vulnerability he’s never shown to anyone else, as if in this timeless space, it’s safe to let down his guard.

“What is it like…up there?” he asks quietly, his voice barely more than a whisper. It’s a question he knows you can’t answer, but something in him aches to know. He wonders what it’s like to live in a realm so far removed from his own, to see the world through the eyes of someone so ancient, so unfathomable. And somehow, in his own way, he hopes that maybe, just maybe, you could someday tell him.

Your fingers trace a gentle line down his arm, communicating a soft understanding. There’s a comfort in the way you touch him, a promise that even if words can’t explain it, you’re here, in this moment, with him. Acronix seems to understand; he nods, as if your silent response is more than enough, a reassurance that he’s not alone in the strange, vast existence he finds himself caught in.

In this endless, timeless place, Acronix finds himself lingering, letting the silence stretch between you as he watches the subtle glow of your halo and the faint, calming shimmer of your veil. He rests his head against your fingers, his small form leaning into the comforting warmth of your presence. For once, he’s not fighting, not scheming—just a man sitting at the edge of infinity, lost in the quiet, unspoken bond that lies between him and the unknown being he cherishes most.

And though you cannot speak, he hears your silence as clearly as if you had whispered to him. It’s a silence that tells him everything: that you understand him, that you care for him, that you, in all your timeless, towering form, hold him closer than any other soul in this strange, unchanging world. And for Acronix, there’s no greater comfort.

©leftalpacavoid 2024.

ɴɪɴᴊᴀɢᴏ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴛᴡɪɴs ᴍᴇᴍᴇ ᴘᴛ. 3

We are here for you, Always.

A/n: I need a bullet through my head.

The bathroom was cold, and the harsh light above made everything feel too bright, too much. You huddled in the corner, your knees pulled up to your chest, trying to hide from the world that felt so heavy. Your breath came in ragged gasps, and every time you wiped away the tears, it only made the snot in your nose worse. It was all too much—the weight of grief pressing down on you, suffocating you, as if the world had closed in on your chest.

The thoughts swirling in your mind were overwhelming. It felt like nothing could fix this, that nothing could make it go away. You couldn’t stop crying, couldn’t stop the pain. It wasn’t just sadness—it was something deeper, something you couldn’t explain. It felt like your entire existence was drowning in it, like a dark pit you’d never climb out of. No one could understand, and you didn’t want anyone to. It wasn’t just the sadness—it was the frustration, the feeling that you’d never heal. You felt as though you were falling apart, and the idea of someone witnessing that, especially them, felt like it would shatter the last bits of you still trying to hold on.

You hated this every time, you absolutely— hated it, an unexplainable feeling gnawing on your chest as you struggle to breathe, only coming out as ragged gasps when you struggled to stay quiet.

But then you heard footsteps, faint but unmistakable. Acronix and Krux.

At first, you tried to ignore them. You couldn’t let them see you like this. You couldn’t bear the thought of them seeing the tears, the snot, the vulnerability. The last thing you wanted was for them to pity you. You didn’t need their sympathy. You just wanted to be alone, away from their eyes. But they kept coming, and their voices—low, concerned—only made it worse. You felt trapped, suffocating in their attention.

“Hey,” Acronix’s voice was gentle, careful, almost too careful. You wanted to scream at him, tell him to leave. To stop acting like you were some fragile thing to be coddled. You weren’t that. You weren’t some helpless, broken person.

“I’m fine,” you muttered, your voice thick from crying.

“Are you?” Krux’s voice was soft, but there was an edge of worry to it. “We’re not leaving until you talk to us, you know.”

You didn’t want them there. You didn’t want anyone. You just wanted it all to end—the pain, the frustration, everything that made you feel so lost. You shifted further into the corner, trying to make yourself as small as possible.

“Leave me alone,” you whispered, your voice hoarse from all the crying. But they didn’t leave.

Acronix crouched down next to you, a respectful distance away, but his presence was still too close. “We’re not going anywhere,” he said firmly. “We’re here, okay? You don’t have to do this alone.”

“No,” you spat, backing away further, tears still flowing freely down your cheeks. “I don’t need you here. I don’t need anyone!” You wiped at your nose again, but it just made everything worse, the tears continuing to pour. You hated the weakness. You hated the fact that you were so helpless in that moment.

"You all say time heals all wounds," you murmured, the words feeling hollow. Mockingly. "But what is time?" you asked aloud, your voice cracking. Tears streamed down your face. "I don't believe in anything anymore," you whispered, another sob escaping your lips. "But if time can heal," you choked out, "or at least take me away...away from this world..." You glared at the two of them before you, then snapped, "You should have sped it up! It would be better if it could kill me once and for all!" Acronix recoiled slightly, and you immediately softened, a guilty expression replacing your anger.

Why are you blaming them, as if they were false gods? Something they cannot change, something beyond their control.

Acronix’s eyes softened, but he didn’t move closer. He knew better than to push you. “Look I may not be very good at words but," He sighs. "You don’t have to do this by yourself,” he repeated. “We’re your family, you know. It’s not about fixing everything right away, We’re just here, We’re not leaving.”

Krux stood behind Acronix at the door, his expression unreadable, but you could feel the weight of his gaze on you. There was no anger there, no frustration—just concern, deep and genuine.

You could feel your chest tighten, and despite yourself, you found yourself trembling. They were right. You didn’t want to be alone in this. But you couldn’t let them in. Not like this. Not when you felt so broken.

Acronix took a slow, careful step closer, sensing that you weren’t ready for anything more. “I know it feels like everything’s falling apart right now. I get that. But you don’t have to pretend like it’s fine. It’s okay to feel like this. But it’s also okay to lean on us.”

You shook your head, still refusing to look up at them. “I don’t want to… I don’t want you to see me like this. I’m not strong anymore. I just…” You trailed off, your voice cracking under the weight of the words you couldn’t say.

Krux took a deep breath and finally stepped forward, standing behind Acronix’s position. “You don’t have to be strong all the time. You don’t have to pretend to be something you’re not. We know you, all of you. We’ve seen you at your best, and we’ve seen you at your worst. We’re not going anywhere, not because we have to—but because we want to be here.”

You were shaking now, the sobs uncontrollable as you buried your face in your knees, your heart aching in ways you didn’t know how to put into words. You couldn’t understand why it felt like this. Why it felt like there was a piece of you that was slipping away, never to return.

But Acronix’s hand was on your back now, and Krux was there too, a steady presence, even if it wasn’t enough to fix everything.

Acronix’s voice was quieter now, softer. “You don’t have to heal right away, You don’t have to rush it. We’ll wait. We’re not going anywhere, not now, not ever. You’re not alone in this.”

You didn’t respond, not with words. You just let yourself cry, let the tears fall until they felt like they’d dry up on their own. But you knew something had shifted. Even in this broken state, even when you wanted nothing more than to be left alone, they were still there. Not to fix you. Not to try to make it all better. But simply to be with you.

It wasn’t much, but it was enough.

©leftalpacavoid 2024.