#crxxpykris

[ruinedsword]

crxxpykris replied to your post “i can cook but that depends on my motivation which……i have none of.”

/I'm a slut for instant noodles/

same hat???

[berdbrainx]

@crxxpykris liked for a starter!

Berdly thought he was alone. He started with humming a song, which then turned into singing for the last minute or so. It was something he liked to do when no one was around, not because he was self conscious about his voice; he thought he had a quite pleasant voice, obviously. But rather, it was because he thought it was embarrassing to have anyone know that he sang. So imagine his surprise when he turned around and saw a certain human standing nearby.

“Kris--!” He stared at them. He was so busy trying to collect himself, he couldn’t think of an excuse or anything witty to say. “What are- How long have you... You know what? You heard nothing, is that clear?”

[unchained-lightner]

@crxxpykris has been L̰̩̭ͅO̧̡̭͇C͔͚̼̮A̧̱̰̫T̳̣̭̼E͈̹̮͚D̨̹̭̯

     > ERROR.      > Ȩ͔̂̐R̟̞̅̉R̡̤̃͑Ō̡͝ͅR̜̪̂̾.̥̼̈́͝      > E̛̫̥̫͍̯͍̰̋͂͗̈̓̈́̓͜R͉̥̲̲̩̝͉̰͆̊̆̃̿̉̾͂R̲͉̠̥̞̪̅̽̀̓̂̆̃̃͜ͅƠ̧̱͙̺̱̥̣͍̎̾̄̊̈͐̎Ŗ̤̠̙͓̠̹̭̀̂̔͂̎̚͘͘.̧̢̮̟̖̹̫͇͋̾̽́̍̓̕̚

     The darkness had been a peaceful place, if a bit solemn. Here, Krepe should have been safe from anything that wanted to hurt them. It should have been their special place, somewhere nothing malicious could chase them down.

     And yet, it was not. Nowhere was safe now, not anymore.

     It felt like this strange void tore open at the seams. Broken pixels of crimson and pitch black danced briefly in the air accompanied by a hideous static crackling... Something was clawing its way through. A shape nimbly stepped from nowhere as the rift sealed, watching the other with an idle, eerie smile. At least initially, it resembled someone Krepe knew all too well, but anyone who’d known the teen could see it wasn’t them, not really. The mannerisms were all wrong, and that expression, two different colored eyes glinting under their bangs... It could only be described as evil.

     “Greetings. Thought it’d be fun to let you see a familiar face before you die. This shape-shifting power’s really something else, huh?�� the figure asked, in Kale’s voice. For indeed, that was the shape they took in that moment-- but not for long.

     They strode forward carelessly, one hand raising a palm in a shrug-like motion. The entity’s appearance seemed to melt away, changing, twisting, shrinking... By the time they stood before their alternate, Reaper was themself again, in all their diminutive, wraith-like glory. Mostly.

     There was one thing that didn’t change; their eyes. They glowed faintly in the dark, one red... One blue. The reasoning was terribly clear; what they’d said before was true.

     “Like the new look? Kale’s soul is a really powerful one, it really gave us a boost.” Their shaggy head tilted ever-so-slightly, that cool smile still in place. Their posture was lazy, relaxed, uncaring... Yet there was a hidden tension in it, too, almost entirely buried under their sloppy, dusty hoodie and baggy jeans. They didn’t seem concerned at all about Krepe, and it wasn’t hard to guess why.

     If this abomination could take down someone like that...

     What hope could this kid possibly have?

[rudexbuster]

@crxxpykris // (Moved Rp)

“You and your lameass flirting....”

[coolmusesquad-moved-blog]

[Lancer] Ok! At first I thought the person on Krepe’s blog was some creepy spooky deal...

But...are they really just an old guy trying to be cool?  

[rudeduality]

crxxpykris replied to your post: guys uh… kale’s not moving???

did. the hotsauce kill them.

I DONT KNOW THE MILK ISNT WORKING HELP

[toomanysweaters-moved]

5'4" 'Ehehe... smol.'

Who is the shortest of them all?- Accepting!

“You know, if you include my antlers, I’m actually taller than you, right?”

[half-determined]

@crxxpykris you aren’t dumb! it’s kinda easy to get in a panic over it everything considered, but I know it’s not something people would think of right off the bat?

which is why I pointed it out o/

[princelygod-a-blog]

@crxxpykris

“Hey, my fav lil’ cryptid!” Asriel exclaims, arms outstretched as he entered his home. It had been ages since he’d been back but now he was finally free to do what he wanted. The first thing on that list? Hang out with his younger sibling, of course! 

“Hope ya haven’t been drivin’ mom too crazy while your big bro’s been out.” He adds, snickering a bit at the antics the two of them used to get into together. ...Well, usually Kris started it and Asriel went along for the fun of it. Nonetheless, he missed the little punk. “Sorry i haven’t texted ya or anythin’ too much. Paws and smartphones? Terrible combo.”

[riskydreamur]

crxxpykris replied to your post: what harry potter house do you guys think i am,...

are you a gryffindor? you’re a pretty cool squad leader and stuff

i’m macklemore. 

[legendbrother-blog]

crxxpykris replied to your post: ✱ first kris army order of business – bath bombs...

“I like the sound of this. Bathbomb anarchy commence. Also, can’t you two rule like roman rulers? Rome did that, right? Maybe? I don’t listen in class.”

✱ if you mean like remus and romulus, the guys who founded rome, the only problem is like. i’m pretty sure one of them killed the other one.

✱ . . .

✱ hey kristian come here

[ruinedsword]

crxxpykris replied to your post “guess who stole some bottled starbucks coffee just because they can”

dude. dude i just bought starbucks frappacino. dUDE-

GODDAMNIT WHY DIDNT YOU TELL ME YOU WERE GOING OUT FOR COFFEE

[berdbrainx]

crxxpykris replied to your photoset: ((so uhhhhhhh munday selfies!! first one was...

oh my god I’m late but what a cute nERD, LOOKIT YOU AAAAAA ))

((FGHSDFGSDFDFGSDFGSDF THANK YOU OMG :’’’) ))

[unchained-lightner]

✂

Send me ‘✂’ and my muse will kill yours - ACCEPTING!

     “Greetings.” This time, there was no warning. No taunting. No chatter over the internet, absolutely nothing preceding this awful storm. No; just the moment that door unexpectedly slammed shut behind Krepe as they entered their own room, a familiar figure standing beside the entrance with one palm pressed firmly to the wood. Under their shaggy bangs, only the demon’s eyes were visible… Glinting with deadly malice, like a pair of malevolent rubies. They’d been waiting so patiently, and this time…

     They didn’t really care about claiming Krepe’s soul anymore.

     “Let’s cut right to the point, shall we~?” Swish– SHUNK. In the blink of an eye, a dozen knives had materialized in midair between the two Krises, immediately sweeping forward. Each one jammed right through one of Krepe’s joints; their wrists, their ankles, their elbows, their knees– and firmly NAILED them to the door behind them with an agonizing THUD. With each blade, each awful new wound, their health was chopped away a little bit more. Blood seeped to the floor, running down the surface behind the trapped teen.

     But, oh, Reaper was holding back– they wanted to make this sweet revenge LAST. The demented vessel’s face twisted into that signature eldritch grin, black ooze drizzling down their chin. They didn’t bother to wipe it away, letting the sickening substance spatter the floor with an acidic sizzle. Against a helplessly pinned LV 1 Kris, Reaper knew there was no point in worrying. The kid was trapped, and here? Here they really were powerless.

     > [ FILE 1 SAVED. ]     > [ FILE 2 SAVED. ]     > [ FILE 3 SAVED. ]

     “There,” they hummed, head tilting as one finger tapped their chin thoughtfully, “Now every time we reload, i̯̠t͍͇ ̡̢w͍̰i̦̥l͔̻l͈͖ ̳͕b̡̩e̻̬ ͙̫t̺͜o̙͕ ̜̠t̡̼ḫ̳i̟̟s̙̥ ͉͜ḙ̭x̧̡a̳͜ç̧t̩͓ ̢ͅm͚̖o̲̥m͈̱e̳͜n̢̡t͕̭.̙̞ Just an insect pinned to a board~! Missing those L̝͔Ṿ̱ ̬̜1͍̪8̨͈ ̥͈s̖͈ţ̘a͔͕t̺̙s̬̣ already, we imagine?” Reaper took a step forward, another knife forming in their fingers. They grasped it lightly, expertly, resembling nothing more than a surgeon with a scalpel… And this crimson blade was no doubt every bit as razor sharp.

     Their hand raised, ever-so-gently pressing the edge to Krepe’s cheekbone, resting it there… It didn’t press down quite enough to slice the skin, only just barely grazing the surface. Those lethal crimson eyes peered right into their victim’s own, yet there was no consolation to be found in this murderous creature’s expression; their gaze was perhaps even more piercing than the weapons holding Krepe aloft. “Well, that’s just too bad for you, huh? Maybe we won’t have your friend here to watch the c͖̳a̠̱r͔͜ṉ̮a͉̰g͎̬e̞ͅ this time, but…”

     SHNK… A streak of white hot pain slipped down the teen’s face as the knife sheared their cheek in a single swift stroke, cutting through the flesh deeply enough to leave a gaping hole. Reaper heard the kid starting to cry out from the pain– and sharply gripped Krepe’s jaw with their talons, silencing them. The needle-sharp nails dug in, sending a few trickles of fresh scarlet trailing down the other teen’s skin.

     “If you don’t keep nice and q̜u̘i͖e̜ț,̗,” the demon purred, “W̰ḛ ͓c̲o̲u̠l̘d̰ ̮a̗l͕w̗a̪y̼s̱ ̬l͕ḙt͉ ̲y̞o̥u̩ṛ ͅf̬a̗m̭i̠l̳y̪ ̥w̩a̯t̨c̭h̲ ͍tͅh̫i̘ș ̖t̫i̼m̪e͜.͇” Withdrawing the knife with ease, Reaper contemplated for a moment… The blade twirled in their fingers casually, streaking Krepe’s sweater with spatters of their own blood sliding off the point. “Not that we mind an audience, that is,” chuckled the entity softly, “But you know… Then we’d really have to s̹t̟eͅp̯ ͓ųp͇ ̟o̲u͎r̰ ̝pͅe͜r̡f̙o͖r̖m͔a͈n̼c̣e̠.̣”

     CRACK.

     One quick, sharp twist, and Krepe’s jawbone snapped, bone splintering and cartilage ripping under Reaper’s thin fingers. Such a movement seemed like a feat of superhuman strength– but truthfully, Reaper had stopped being ‘human’ a long, long time ago.

     This time there was no holding back a strangled cry of pain– but it didn’t last long.

     SHUNK.

     The knife was abruptly driven sideways directly into Krepe’s neck, then twisted– And the demon stood back, watching their victim desperately gasp for breath that could no longer come. Only once Krepe’s struggles finally began to fade, a pool of red liquid forming under the door, was the entity satisfied… With this death.

     > [ FILE 1 LOADED. ]

     “Ready for round 2, mirror?” Suddenly everything had jumped backwards– Krepe hopelessly pinned back to the wall once more, just as they’d been about to succumb to unconsciousness. Forcibly YANKED once more into an existence of suffering, consumed by these piercing pains… Reaper’s cool smile had returned, knife twirling in their fingers once more. Where would they start this time?

     And so it continued, time after time after time, a loop of brutal injuries, gruesome executions… Then just as the teen was about to be freed from their torment by death, they were right back at the start again. Each kill was different from the last, Reaper’s cruelty increasing with each fresh load, each vivid reminder that Krepe was not in control anymore– and never would be again. Their alternate’s hopelessness, their fear, their agony… It was all good fun to this nightmarish entity. They never wanted it to end.

     By the time Reaper finally got bored… They had both long since lost count of just how many times the teenager had been violently sheared to pieces.

     With finality, the entity PLUNGED their talons deep into Krepe’s chest, ripping through the flesh and bone of their rib cage with disturbing ease. One last sickening squelch, and the preciously shimmering heart-shaped object was freed once more. CRICK… POP… The demon’s jaw split open, snapping it up without a second thought. But… This time they wouldn’t leave anywhere for Krepe to return to. This was Game Over… For good.

     THUD. The magic knives pinning Krepe’s vessel abruptly vanished, dropping their body onto the floor. Swish. One hand deftly drew out a Real Knive, the silver edge glittering faintly in the dim light. A spark of magic, and it extended into a long, vicious sword. The blade gleamed with power, pixels flickering and dancing along its length…

     “Let’s not repeat our previous m͇̼i͉͚s̫͕t͙ͅa͎ͅk̙̞e̖̠,̙̱” Reaper chuckled, gripping the handle of that lethal weapon tightly… “But oh, don’t worry, Krepe, you won’t become like the rest of the weeping voices crammed inside our skull…”

     CRCK. SHNK. CRNCH.

     “We’ll make sure to deconstruct your soul quite t̖̻h̺̰o̲̪r̢͇o̧̻u͍̬g̟͜h̥͎l̪̥y͚̦.̦͔”

     Everything after that was a blur from Krepe’s perspective; a sword slashing, over and over and over. The sickening sound of a heavy blade cleaving chunks off of the Kris’s freshly emptied vessel, continuing on even long after they had stopped moving. The smell of iron filled the air, growing thicker and thicker with every swing. Then at last an eerie silence fell, broken only by the raspy, ecstatic panting of Reaper’s breathing, and occasionally soft dripping.

     There were so many voices now, whispering to the newest addition… But one stood out, a depressingly familiar voice. “I’m sorry,” they were saying, over and over and over, words cracking with terror and sorrow and so much guilt. “I’m so sorry. I couldn’t stop them, Krepe. I’m so, so sorry.”

     One hand reached down, rummaging briefly through the grisly, visceral remains… Their claws plucked a phone from the mess of strewn body parts and organs, bits of gore still clinging to the device. Reaper strode to the bed and wiped it off on some of the sheets; they’d been wanting a new one lately, and this? Well… The demon would have quite a bit of fun toying with Krepe’s friends, at least for a little while. Stuffing the phone into their pocket, the demented vessel stepped back over to what might have once been a human body, but now looked quite a bit more like roadkill.

     A button appeared in midair, flickering into existence before Reaper’s raised palm.

     “Well, it’s been fun… But it’s like we’ve said before, you know?” They giggled, a horribly cheerful sound to accompany such a violently disgusting scene. “W̥̫e̡̺ ̬͚ą̹l̢͓w̪̠a̗͕ỵ͇s̠̯ ̢̹c̰͍l̼͎e͙̳a̝̦n̼̺ ̲͜u̘̘p̭̝ ̬̠a̟̲f̥̼t̯ͅe̡͎r͓͜ ͖̪o̞̤u̘̣r͔̟ş̝e̙͈l̝̗v̬̠e̲̪s̺̩ ̹̫w͔̖h̘̦e̲̤ņ̞ ̘̬w̲ͅę̭'̰͕r̳̼e͍̙ ̭̘d̤̠o͇͔n͙̯e̲̤.̮ͅ“

     > [ ERASE. ]

[rudexbuster]

'verse'

Send me ‘ verse ‘  and my muse will write yours a short poem

“My Ax is Red,

Your Skin is Blue

Keep that black goat in Line

Or I’ll chop a new one right through you.”

[coolmusesquad-moved-blog]

[Lancer] Uh...if they’re someone you’ve been taking care of...why don’t you just call them...friend?