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

what are these people yapping about. Im Obsessed with your writing so uhm keep doing your stuff ig

I actually love or writing tho the yappers can go yap somewhere else

Thank you for providing us with the twins we have been deprived of.

One of the most genuine words I first time heard in a long time, even if I'm not the best at it I still provide just for you guys, I really appreciated it and words like these keeps me going to push my best no matter what and I was really touched because you all acknowledge it too.

Me to this anon:

Thank you darling <3

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.

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

🎭 His Dear Witch ~ 🎭

It's unknown why do you even exist. The SCP Foundation doesn't know what to do with you. You're a confusing paradox that they do not understand and most frustratingly—uncontainable in a conventional sense.

#TAGS: Nothing Time Twins related, SCP Fandom is slowly drawing me back, It includes SCP! Reader, The Herta! Reader, Honkai Star Rail x SCP Crossover, Potentially OOC, Reader x Canon, Witch Reader, Short Writing, The Herta! Reader x SCP Character, More stuff like this would be included if interested, SCP FANS ARISE. 🔥🔥🔥

— TW?: Possesive Themes, Be Warned, 035 Being 035 As Usual, Potential Yandere Themes, He Calls You His 'Wife'.

A/N: After hitting maxed pity on Herta's banner along with her LC, I decided to make an interesting crossover because I thought it would be interesting to see how this goes for The Herta! Reader Insert. (Huge bonus that I'm blessed with good stats while I'm building her. 🙏)

You’re the definition of an enigma. A literal spacefaring, unknown anomaly wrapped up in an elegantly appearance, self-aware, and untouchable persona. The Foundation doesn’t know what to do with you, and SCP-035? He’s utterly entranced.

And Who Exactly Are You in the SCP Foundation?

You are Anomaly [REDACTED], a Level 6: CTS entity classified under Euclid. They don’t fully understand what you are—just that you exist, that you have an unsettling level of influence, and that you are playing the longest of long games.

You don’t act out. You don’t cause destruction. You don’t try to escape. Instead, you watch. You let them wonder why you haven’t done anything drastic, knowing full well that the moment you choose to tip the scales, everything changes.

They don’t imprison you because they can’t. They simply keep you in containment because you allow them to.

And then there’s SCP-035.

SCP-035 has never met someone like you before.

He’s charming, cunning, and manipulative—but none of it works on you. Not because you’re immune to him, but because you let him think he’s in control before flipping the script entirely.

You’re his perfect counterpart. The ultimate tease, the unattainable yet tangible anomaly that keeps him guessing.

At first, he tries to toy with you, flirt with you, unnerve you. And then, he realizes.

Oh.

You’re not like the others.

You understand him. You see through every little act, every trick, every calculated play. But instead of rejecting him or trying to outmaneuver him, you do something infinitely worse.

You indulge him.

You let him speak his flowery words, you humor his charm—but it’s clear who the real player is in this game. He’s used to being in control, but you? You make it so easy for him to fall under your spell instead.

And it drives him insane.

The Foundation is uneasy. Not because you’re violent, but because they cannot predict what you’re doing.

Why do you allow SCP-035 to get so close?

Why does SCP-035, a master manipulator, seem to worship you?

What is your endgame?

They want to separate you two, but the problem? 035 actually behaves when you’re around.

If anything, he’s less volatile, less inclined to escape, more… cooperative. But only because he knows that if he behaves, he gets you.

035: (mocking, but with an underlying threat) “Oh? You want to take my darling away? My wife?” (chuckles darkly) “Now, now, let’s not be hasty. You wouldn’t want to see me upset, would you?”

The researchers watching? Having war flashbacks.

The Real Question is...Why You Haven’t Given Him a Permanent Host (Yet)?

Because you’re playing the long game.

You could give him a permanent body. A perfect, indestructible vessel crafted specifically for him. A host that would never rot, never decay, never fail him.

And he knows you can.

That’s why he adores you. That’s why he’s obsessed.

But you? You wait.

You let him yearn. Let him crave it. Let him wonder if today is the day you’ll finally grant him that final gift.

035: (grinning, tilting his host’s head at you) “Tell me, dearest… when will you finally stop teasing me?”

You: (smirking, brushing a hand over his mask, whispering) “Would you love me the same if I gave you everything at once?”

035: … (soft chuckle) “Ah. I see. You do know me too well, don’t you?”

And the Foundation? Losing their minds. Because whatever the hell this is? It’s not normal.

They don’t know if it’s love, obsession, or something far worse.

But they do know one thing:

SCP-035 is yours.

Can I ask you a question?

Just say the word pookie you don't have to spam asks. <33

Dang you got supporters now? I bet they are lying 😮‍💨 Your writing is ass btw.

My honest reaction.

Our requests...

Where is it...

"just wait—"

But I hate waiting! It's beneath me! 😡

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

You: You should go touch some grass.

Acronix: Touch me instead.

You: What?

Acronix: What?

Congrats on getting ur first anon hate ur officially famous

But also what the hell😭 some people just can't stand people doing what they want smh

Yay 🥰 Real tho. Idk how did they found out about me too quick but it got an early recognition 😭 What is the point on hating anybody when they did nothing to you?? It's crazy man. Don't worry I'll keep writing, That ain't gonna stop me. 🗣️