Krux And Acronix - Blog Posts

Normalize living in a domestic life with Krux and raising the Vermillion together in the countryside in a cozy cottage.💔

How is it like breaking up with Acronix in a nutshell but you guys are texting.

You: We are breaking up.

Acronix: ts pmo sm n sb rn ngl, r u srsly srs n fr rn vro? lol atp js go 💔... b fr vro, idek nm, brb gng gtg atm lmao, bt ts pyo 2 js lmk lol onb fr. N ts pmo sm n sb rn ngl, r u srsly srs n fr rn vro?

You:....Nevermind, I'll stay.

Acronix: YIPPEE!!

Everyone... I kinda wanna do multifandom stuff,, I want to try sumthin if you don't mind <333

THE TOURNAMENT IS OUT. VOTE ACRONIX!!!

YOU HEARD THAT RIGHT. GO VOTE FOR HIM!

I haven't realised how acronix deprived the world is till now. Please sir, can I have some more? (I'd totally be besties with krux just sayin)

Here you go pookie ^^

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✧ 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙷𝙴𝚁𝚃𝙰. ✧

Pls I can't live without time twins content- where's the fica KDIXKWJIGIDJS (take your time writings a bitch) Dw pookie your request is in

You got me kinda tempted to ask for krux hcs now...

UN YOUR OWN TIME POOKIE I DONT WANNS OVERWRALM YOU, THE OPTION WAS THERE AND I THOUVJT ID SNAG IT (but srs no pressure take your time i used to write fanfics it's a bitch.

POOKIE PLEASE GO AHEAD, I don't actually mind it and I'm NOT pressured, in fact I'm very happy to hear it out because hello?? I love hearing out ideas, It's okay, you have freedom of speech here and you had nothing to worry about! ^^

Pls I can't live without time twins content- where's the fica KDIXKWJIGIDJS (take your time writings a bitch)

Dw pookie your request is in my drafts with a little hcs in it I want it to make it longer so you won't be unsatisfied with the results (I'M TRYING and dying— 🙏) 😭

(I'll do a short one.)

✦ Krux sighs in relief for ONCE that his brother is dating a human being than whatever nonsense he found attracted of 🙏

✦ Not that Acronix would mind, he's an absolute cheeky mf that would try to flirt with you 24/7 and bro would do it again (this is the ♾️th TIME.) His flirting is terrible as hell but luckily you are tolerant of this behavior (shows that he's comfortable with you.)

✦ Would match pfp's with you, are you lonely that you wanna match on social media? Bro would agree (Can someone please match with me tho— *gets dragged in a guillotine execution*) and would stalk your profile for "interesting" information but in truth he tries to get you know more of what you liked or your preferences.

✦ Would use brain rot humor on you, you CANNOT ESCAPE IT. "You're so sigma" "Babygirl" "Pookie" "My Skibidi Rizzler" SHUT UPPPPP. But you love it anyway.

✦ His love language is physical affection bro would be holding your hand all the time, gives you cheek kisses and WILL dip you to piss krux off— he loves hugging you from behind when you are just feeling vulnerable or just straight up jump on your back for a surprise taunt and would not let go, Not comfortable with touching? He'll hold your hand, always.

✦ Depressed? No problem when he's here. He'd hugged you tight but not enough that you'd suffocate— Would cuddle the heck out of you until you feel better, you don't feel better at all? Bro would do ANYTHING you want if you want something to do, Sleep? Y'all would just be snuggling on the bed/couch with him playing games while being attentive to you at the same time if you need something, you cried? He'd be the big spoon the whole night.

✦ Protective, PROTECTIVE ASF. He'll scare them away or just straight up start chasing him with a timeblade for messing with his lover (They did not survived) and acts chill once you guys got home.

✦ You know how attractive he is with the mask on? No? Nobody gets the gist? Okay. Make sure to pull it down and kiss him with the mask on and he'll be shocked and slowly would kiss you back and if you kept going,,,, people would wonder why is time suddenly going forward TOO FAST— I'll stop.

✦ He's the definition of a golden retriever and a ram, impulsive and silly. And if you are either nonchalant nor just tired of life, then you guys would be a golden retriever x black cat typa dynamic.

✦ Insecure? No honey he'd love any part of you at all. Scars? He'll trace it if you let him, anything else about your appearance? Bro wouldn't mind if you had a different body type because he knows that it's a flaw of yours, but he sees it as unique and would be down bad for you, what about your height? He'll tease you but if it really hits then he'd stop.

✦ Would be either to have you show him all recent technology, he'd be eager to discover new things. If you gave him a gaming phone/tablet (which you earned it) on his birthday, suddenly that's his favorite phone all the time. (Krux trying not to tweak because it's like you're corrupting him with these new discoveries but that's cringe he'd just roll his eyes instead, JUST NOT IN FRONT OF HIM.)

✦ Yapping, Lots of Yapping. He Yaps, You Yap Back, but if you're more of a listener then congratulations you've assigned yourself a deal for the next 40 years (what?) You two would listen to each other back and fourth and the more it happens the more he's happy that someone listens to him—

✦ Communicating boundaries is a must. Sometimes he either gets too overbearing or too arrogant, so make sure to just say no at this point and he'd back off if he's being too much. You're his anchor that can keep his impulsiveness in check.

✦ A little bit on the sides of acts of service when he's feeling in a good mood, he'd do stuff for you like for example he'd carry stuff that's too heavy— even if it's just a small as a hand bag (Simp-) and of course, protecting you is his biggest thing, (He'd probably do the way when he's in front of maya when he's fighting against Ray in the flashbacks) you want extra? He's already behind the person, and proceeds to commit Time Punch on them— Yes.

✦ he's stronk. Get me? He'd have no shame carrying you bridal style. He'd be happy that you rely on him when it's comes to being physical. Doesn't matter if you can handle yourself, he had an instinct driven by feeling proud that he helped you in some way.

✦ Although yes, he may have a thing for feisty type but it's actually kind of different, He isn't the type to lead relationships like it's always him all the time. You both are equals, unlike those who are loud nor too extreme, something in him draws him to you as you are more like a calm in the storm that blocks every noises outside, and the way he realized, people like you don't come around often. And that is very rare. So stay with him now 🙏

✦ Being in a relationship with him had some quirks and ups and downs, his brother Krux, who does not exactly prove of you that early because he's not used to his brother giving attention to someone else considering that they are both on the same side of camaraderie. But if you prove your worth that you are capable for acronix and you can handle him well, he'll have a quiet respect. Although just a little melancholic because it's like he's watching his little brother growing up, now he's basically your older brother in law if you married acronix—

✦ Ohh don't get me started, there's a lot more. You'd Accidentally meet the Vermillion anyway. Fate would make it happen anyways (￢‿￢ ). You'd meet the trio of their general, machia, blunk, raggmunk, Machia doesn't react but she respects that you'd manage to tame that simping fool who is down bad for her before and now simped on you instead, Blunk on the other hand, wouldn't react much but he's intrigued because you looked new and he's like "Is this our boss's new spouse/husband?" He gets wacked in the head by Machia, Raggmunk doesn't care. And thinks it's funny cuz bro their boss is supposed to be intimidating but one got in a relationship? He'd snicker quietly. (Although tbh you won't have much of an important role BUT if YOU DATED KRUX IN THE OTHER HAND—jk. Y'all should ask for it lol.)

✦ Acronix would be pulling you away from them cuz first he does NOT want any ridiculous things happening to you that'll get you in harm soooo he keeps you away from their base and spends time outside with you instead. (He don't wanna make krux mad as well—)

✦ Aside from those, Acronix isn't exactly used to being vulnerable to another but he'll tell you one day. And it'll definitely take time for him tell his vulnerabilities and what had happened to him from the time vortex, if you managed to break you'll be the only one and his brother could know about it, and those moments are special. (Better treat him right.)

✦ Trust me, he'll stay. He won't let you carry the burden alone. He loves you, he may not express it obviously but in quiet moments when you are vulnerable, those moments when you feel like you don't wanna be in the world anymore, you can't take it, you don't feel good enough—he'd hold you back from it and he's not losing you this early. Be the reason why he's happy to wake up and seeing you beside him, be the reason why he's always looking at you like he's the most luckiest guy ever in the world, be the reason why he is thinking about you when he's away and is excited to go back to you, and if that's all gone? It will all feel very empty without you.

✦ Be patient with him, You and him are both lucky to have each other. Being there together, and it'll be worth it in the end.

✦ Him as a boyfriend is wholesome and weirdly adorable, You'll definitely play an important role if the time twins legacy would continue further. (Master Wu wouldn't be very happy about that—)

✦ 9/10. Thanks you for reading ^^

Bonus: Krux version? Well it depends if someone asked for that. 🥰

©lefalpacavoid 2025.

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

Hear me out, Krux would Absolutely WHIMPER.

Goodbye.

Interesting Analogy There, Anon.

Turns out he does.

KRUX IS LOOSING ON THE NINJAGO TORNAMENT. EVERYONE GO VOTE KRUX!!! (and morro :3)

YESSIR! ★

Hands Of Time x GN! Reader Incorrect Quotes #2.

You: You should go touch some grass.

Acronix: Touch me instead.

You: What?

Acronix: What?

Can we kill someone??? These are banger songs istg.

THEY BASHED THE HANDS OF TIME THEME!!! GET THEM!!!

How dare itself of a machine insult a masterpiece. 😡😡😡

Not secaserily an ask but they made a big iron doom!!!

https://youtu.be/ohJaHy2oAiw?si=b1aTTK3UKOyLx0tY

If you don't trust links that's fair maby search 'making a collectors edition iron doom' or sm?? BUT YIPPEEEEEE thought you'd apriciate it if you haven't seen it

Dw pookie I've loved this vid because I knew it before I even bought the iron doom set 😭🫶 watched it so many times cuz I love it 😔

Here's the vid if anybody wants to watch it <3:

This is how I feel about the scary annoying. Who agrees an execution is in order???

Me along with my followers would agree, Now all we need is a guillotine for the public execution <33

Want someone to eat the nsfw anon?

Because I will.

Sure, nsfw is fun and all but if someone says they don't want to make that stuff it's not that hard to respect that. >:(

Share some for us too!

Thank you for this anon ur the best 🙏 Dw pookie I'll deal with it <333

Make some nsfw...... Or else 😡

75 spammed asks about you wanting smut...Boy I'm gonna have a serious beef with you. 😡

Please do smut I'm craving for some nsfw of them 😭

My Honest Reaction:

Just say the word. Keep going i will

YESSIRRR!!!

That's so sigma

Hear me out on the iron doom.

My personal headcanon is that the Vermillion Warriors aren’t entirely familiar with human concepts like “boyfriend” or “girlfriend” because those terms are specific to human culture. They wouldn’t associate relationships with social expectations like humans do (ex., romance, dating, or fitting into modern relationship norms). Instead, their focus would be entirely driven by instinct. They might view human relationships as unnecessary or overly complicated. Their behavior is more akin to animals, where a male courts a female by competing with rivals to prove himself as a worthy mate for life. The Vermillion Warriors follow similar instincts, needing to demonstrate their capability to protect, provide, and prove their superiority over others. This aligns with their drive to show strength and worthiness, and earning the title of a successful mate. That’s why they use the term “mate” for their significant other. Because it carries a deeper meaning to them than typical human relationships. When they call you their mate, it signifies that they’ve chosen you as someone to share their life with—a partner they want to protect, provide for, and remain loyal to.

And that all sums up my thoughts.

[I should start writing instead of yapping my bad—]

Hey everybody, I'm completely fine for spamming request whether you have any ideas for your very be loved time twins themselves. Don't be shy to reach out I love all of them as they are now in my drafts in works, I understand how it is to be feeling like an outsider because you had no idea where to reach out on when blogs only existed for the ninja only and I am here so you wouldn't carry the burden alone, I'll be the go-to option because I'm always flooded with ideas. ♡

Remember, I Exist :)

Mark my words everyone, If Acronix and Krux came back, I will make a juicy fanfiction about them 😋 If they had a new appearance I WILL MAKE IT JUICY 🙏 I will make it extremely longer fic and headcanons guys don't worry 😈

🦖 Mini Iron Doom.

It's endearing to think of a mini time twins existing along with their mech, Acronix decided to join the fun of building it together with you.

#TAGS: Fluff, Established relationship, Romantic or platonic you decide, kinda short, Potential OOC, I love acronix man 😋, Bro rates it low just because it wasn't accurate. 💀 Krux is involved in the end I think, Acronix suddenly became a husband material?? 😍

A/n: A little celebration for successfully building the iron doom in my part and shout out to my cousin for helping me out for this and the last part is almost finished. [Poor fingers]

⪼ 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 ࿐ཽ༵☆

.ᨏᨐᨓ ◆ ᨓᨐᨏ.

The knock on the door pulled you from your sleepiness. You hadn't been expecting anything—or rather, you hadn't been paying attention to your own plans. Acronix, lounging nearby, looked up from his phone with curiosity. "That for you?" he asked, gesturing lazily toward the door.

You got up sluggishly, your movements slow but laced with a flicker of curiosity. When you opened the door, you were greeted by the sight of a parcel—a large one. Instantly, a small, almost imperceptible jolt of excitement zipped through your chest. It had arrived.

Dragging the box inside, you placed it on the table, your fingers fumbling to open it. Acronix stood and wandered over, his curiosity piqued. "What’s in the box? Did you order another set of… what are they called? Funky Pops?"

You rolled your eyes but couldn't help a faint smile as you shook your head. "No. It's the Dawn of the Iron Doom set."

Acronix's eyebrows shot up, his expression shifting into one of impressed surprise. "You’re kidding. They actually shipped it? I thought you’d be sulking about that delay forever."

You chuckled softly, already pulling out the pieces and the instruction manual. The set was massive—far bigger than you remembered from the promotional images. Just looking at the number of bags and pieces was overwhelming, and your excitement faltered for a second. Where were you even supposed to start?

Acronix noticed the hesitation and smirked. "Looks like you bit off more than you can chew," he teased, leaning on the table.

You huffed but didn’t respond. The truth was, he wasn’t wrong. The sheer size of the project felt daunting now that it was in front of you.

"Alright, alright," he said, straightening up. "Scoot over. I’ll help you."

You blinked, surprised. "Really? You want to help?"

Acronix shrugged, his smirk softening into something more genuine. "Why not? I built a lot of stuff like this when I was younger. Besides, it’s our Iron Doom, isn’t it? Might as well get my hands dirty."

The mention of "our" tugged at your heart, but you didn’t dwell on it. Instead, you nodded, grateful for the company.

He grabbed the book manual while you started sorting the pieces into piles. Acronix flipped through the pages, muttering about how unnecessarily complicated some of the steps looked. "Who designs these things? Sadists, probably."

You snorted. "Says the guy who literally forced a paralyzed man to build a time-traveling mech—"

Acronix cut you off by putting a gloved finger in your lips "Shush, First of all, that was for science—and domination, obviously," he shot back, grinning. "This? This is just... unnecessarily tedious."

Despite his complaints, Acronix dove in, taking charge of the first few steps. You followed his lead, handing him pieces as he needed them and occasionally building smaller components yourself.

As the minutes turned into hours, the initial awkwardness of working together faded. Acronix's lighthearted banter kept the mood from growing too serious, and you found yourself laughing more than once.

"Okay, but seriously," he said at one point, holding up a tiny piece, "what is the point of this? It doesn’t even connect to anything."

"It’s decorative," you replied, rolling your eyes. "You wouldn’t understand."

"Decorative? It’s a waste of perfectly good plastic," he argued, though his smirk betrayed his teasing tone.

Piece by piece, the Iron Doom began to take shape. The mechanical details were intricate, and you couldn’t help but marvel at how well-designed the set was. Acronix, however, took every opportunity to critique the accuracy—or lack thereof.

"This doesn’t even look like the real thing," he said, squinting at the almost-completed cockpit. "Where’s the terrifying aura? The doom? This is more like the Mildly Inconvenient of the Iron Doom."

You laughed, shaking your head. "Maybe you should’ve been a toy designer instead of a time villain."

"Nah," he said, leaning back and inspecting his work. "Toys don’t scream in terror when you conquer them."

By the time you placed the final head piece on the set, both of you were tired but undeniably satisfied. The Iron Doom stood tall on the table, it was actually bigger than you thought.

"Not bad," Acronix said, crossing his arms and nodding in approval. "Still not as good as the original, but I’ll give it a solid seven out of ten."

You rolled your eyes but smiled. "It’s perfect."

He glanced at you, his smirk softening. "Yeah. It’s not bad. And hey, you’re not sulking anymore, so I guess my work here is done."

"Your work??" you repeated, raising an eyebrow.

"Yep," he said, plopping down on the couch with an exaggerated sigh. "You’re happy, the Iron Doom is built, and I didn’t even have to wash any dishes today. Total win for me."

You shook your head, but the warmth in your chest lingered. For the first time in days, you felt lighter—like maybe, just maybe, things were going to be okay.

Until remembered the other last part.

.•♫•♬•◇•♬•♫•.

The sound of clinking pots and pans echoed faintly from the kitchen as you entered the dining room, rubbing your hands together. Your fingers felt like they’d been put through a workout—aching, sore, and stiff from hours of assembling the last tiny lego pieces. You glanced at them, flexing experimentally, only to wince at the dull, throbbing pain. Building that massive set had been worth it, but now your hands felt like they’d gone on strike.

As you sat at the dining table, still flexing your fingers, Acronix was the first to notice you. He had just brought over a steaming dish and set it down when his eyes landed on your hands. "What’s with you?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "You look like you’ve just survived a battle."

You gave a sheepish chuckle, holding up your hands as if showing them off. "It’s the Legos. My fingers are so sore I don’t think I’ll be able to hold anything for the next week."

Acronix squinted at your hands, then at you. "Seriously? From Legos? You’re telling me tiny blocks defeated you? Also why didn't you invite me for help?"

"It’s not funny," you protested, though your lips twitched in the beginning of a smile. "Those pieces are tiny, and there are hundreds of them! You’d be sore too if you spent hours building like I did, and I'll be fine, thanks."

"Hours, huh?" he muttered, shaking his head. "You’re lucky I’m not Krux. He’d probably give you a lecture about moderation and how this is all ‘entirely avoidable.’"

Before you could respond, Krux appeared from the kitchen, carrying a pot of soup. His hazel eyes immediately scanned the room, and he frowned when he saw you flexing your fingers. "What happened now?" he asked, his voice tinged with exasperation.

"Legos," Acronix said, smirking as he leaned against the table. "Apparently, our dear builder here overworked themselves and now can’t feel their fingers."

Krux sighed heavily, setting the pot down and crossing his arms. "And you let them do this?" he asked Acronix, who shrugged in mock innocence.

"Hey, don’t blame me. They were the one who wanted to build the Iron Doom set, remember?"

"That’s not the point," Krux said, turning his attention to you. "You should’ve taken breaks. Overworking yourself like this is irresponsible."

"I know, I know," you mumbled, looking down at your hands. "But I just wanted to finish it."

Krux sighed again, his expression softening slightly. "And now you’re paying the price for your impatience. Typical."

Before you could argue, Acronix swooped in, grabbing your hands gently and inspecting them. "Alright, alright, enough with the scolding," he said to his brother. "It’s not like they broke anything. Just some sore fingers. We’ll fix it."

Krux raised an eyebrow. "And how do you plan to do that?"

Acronix grinned. "Simple. A little TLC."

A what???

He disappeared into the kitchen for a moment, returning with a bowl of warm water and a towel. Setting them on the table, he gestured for you to sit still. "Hands, please," he said, smirking.

You hesitated, feeling a little embarrassed, but when he wiggled his fingers impatiently, you relented. He took your hands carefully, dipping them into the warm water. The heat immediately soothed the soreness, and you let out a small sigh of relief.

"See? Already better," Acronix said smugly.

Krux, meanwhile, sat down at the table, his arms crossed as he observed. "You’re coddling them," he said, though his tone lacked the usual stern type.

"Yeah, well, someone has to," Acronix shot back, carefully massaging your fingers under the water. "Besides, you’re the one who’s always going on about taking care of your tools. Consider this maintenance."

You couldn’t help but laugh softly at the bickering, the warmth of the water and Acronix’s attention making you feel cared for despite the soreness. "Thanks," you murmured, glancing between the two of them.

"Don’t mention it," Acronix said, grinning. "But next time, pace yourself, alright? Or better yet, let me build half of it. I’m pretty sure I’m faster anyway."

"Debatable," you said, smiling despite yourself.

Krux sighed, standing and heading back to the kitchen. "Dinner will be cold if we keep indulging this nonsense," he said, though you caught the faintest hint of a smile on his face.

As Acronix finished tending to your hands and you all sat down to eat, you couldn’t help but feel a little lighter. Even though your fingers were still a bit sore, but the warmth they give in this situation although with a humor in it—was more than enough to make up for it.

©leftalpacavoid 2024.

GUESS WHO BOUGHT THE IRON DOOM SET, AND SUDDENLY I'M NOT ILL ANYMORE 😋😋😋

I really need to do some krux content...y'all don't really like Acronix?? 😭

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.

Merry Christmas Everyone! God bless you all in this joyful day, Go celebrate with your loved ones and make new memories in this year, Remember that you are loved by many, If nobody has told you yet, I will: I love you. <3

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I should do some...Serpentine reader with Acronix 😉

[We all know where is this going.]