literally just Kris Deltarune

@kriskrossapplemoss

16 (body age 22) | fictive (NOT A RP ACCOUNT)| I am literally just Kris Dreemurr | be careful when talking about the game with me there's a lotta traumatizing stuff there | Krusielle is canon (take the meaning you'd like to from that)

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Hi Kriselle artists can you please please please pretty please tag your weird route art as weird route please? Not everyone wants to see it and other people specifically want to see it so by tagging you're helping everyone, please?

#kriselle #noelle x kris #kris x noelle #deltarune

because i deserved it

rb with your most common recurring theme in your nightmares. mine is pregnancy

ricefriedshrimp

Zombies chasing me 🥺

kriskrossapplemoss

Everyone I know and love realizing what a fraud I am and how many times I've hurt them and leaving me for the empty, broken, husk I am

Hey, everyone. I’m moving cross-country in THREE DAYS, but a relatively major hospital visit ate into some of my savings, so I have an updated goal.

I’m sorry if this is disappointing to anyone who pushed to meet my previous goal. But I’d still like to keep making art for you all once I’m safe & healthy!

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Here’s a preview of one art that I haven’t posted to Tumblr. If I reach my goal I’ll post even MORE never before seen Deltarune art for the masses :) I just need the time and space to create for everyone safely.

I took some sketch requests on Instagram for the princess/knight Kriselle's... there were sooo many good ones but I couldn't draw them all 😢 Thank you everybody for the requests! Please do not re-upload my art anywhere else

I took some sketch requests on Instagram for the princess/knight Kriselle's... there were sooo many good ones but I couldn't draw them all 😢 Thank you everybody for the requests! Please do not re-upload my art anywhere else

I took some sketch requests on Instagram for the princess/knight Kriselle's... there were sooo many good ones but I couldn't draw them all 😢 Thank you everybody for the requests! Please do not re-upload my art anywhere else

I took some sketch requests on Instagram for the princess/knight Kriselle's... there were sooo many good ones but I couldn't draw them all 😢 Thank you everybody for the requests! Please do not re-upload my art anywhere else

I took some sketch requests on Instagram for the princess/knight Kriselle's... there were sooo many good ones but I couldn't draw them all 😢 Thank you everybody for the requests! Please do not re-upload my art anywhere else

I took some sketch requests on Instagram for the princess/knight Kriselle's... there were sooo many good ones but I couldn't draw them all 😢 Thank you everybody for the requests! Please do not re-upload my art anywhere else

my princess only lets me take my gloves off for her. at all other times I must wear them, saving my flesh for her eyes and touch alone. I feel near to naked even with only my leather when my gauntlets are off, lest I am sequestered with her, and even (or especially) then, to feel revealed in that way is maddening.

"these," she tells me, trailing a delicate fingertip along the ridged hinge of my gauntlet's knuckle, "are the hands of the kingdom, the deliverers of god's will."

then she slowly unbinds and releases me from them, a task so unbecoming of her own silk-soft hands, the duty of a squire carried out by her highness—and with such grace, such unhurried dally, as if she is savouring me.

"and these," she tells me, holding up my hands laid bare in her own warm palms, the only touch that skin knows and that which I have known no comparable hunger for, she says, "are mine."

my princess only lets me take my gloves off for her. at all other times I must wear them, saving my flesh for her eyes and touch alone. I feel near to naked even with only my leather when my gauntlets are off, lest I am sequestered with her, and even (or especially) then, to feel revealed in that way is maddening.

"these," she tells me, trailing a delicate fingertip along the ridged hinge of my gauntlet's knuckle, "are the hands of the kingdom, the deliverers of god's will."

then she slowly unbinds and releases me from them, a task so unbecoming of her own silk-soft hands, the duty of a squire carried out by her highness—and with such grace, such unhurried dally, as if she is savouring me.

"and these," she tells me, holding up my hands laid bare in her own warm palms, the only touch that skin knows and that which I have known no comparable hunger for, she says, "are mine."

my princess only lets me take my gloves off for her. at all other times I must wear them, saving my flesh for her eyes and touch alone. I feel near to naked even with only my leather when my gauntlets are off, lest I am sequestered with her, and even (or especially) then, to feel revealed in that way is maddening.

"these," she tells me, trailing a delicate fingertip along the ridged hinge of my gauntlet's knuckle, "are the hands of the kingdom, the deliverers of god's will."

then she slowly unbinds and releases me from them, a task so unbecoming of her own silk-soft hands, the duty of a squire carried out by her highness—and with such grace, such unhurried dally, as if she is savouring me.

"and these," she tells me, holding up my hands laid bare in her own warm palms, the only touch that skin knows and that which I have known no comparable hunger for, she says, "are mine."

my princess only lets me take my gloves off for her. at all other times I must wear them, saving my flesh for her eyes and touch alone. I feel near to naked even with only my leather when my gauntlets are off, lest I am sequestered with her, and even (or especially) then, to feel revealed in that way is maddening.

"these," she tells me, trailing a delicate fingertip along the ridged hinge of my gauntlet's knuckle, "are the hands of the kingdom, the deliverers of god's will."

then she slowly unbinds and releases me from them, a task so unbecoming of her own silk-soft hands, the duty of a squire carried out by her highness—and with such grace, such unhurried dally, as if she is savouring me.

"and these," she tells me, holding up my hands laid bare in her own warm palms, the only touch that skin knows and that which I have known no comparable hunger for, she says, "are mine."

my princess only lets me take my gloves off for her. at all other times I must wear them, saving my flesh for her eyes and touch alone. I feel near to naked even with only my leather when my gauntlets are off, lest I am sequestered with her, and even (or especially) then, to feel revealed in that way is maddening.

"these," she tells me, trailing a delicate fingertip along the ridged hinge of my gauntlet's knuckle, "are the hands of the kingdom, the deliverers of god's will."

then she slowly unbinds and releases me from them, a task so unbecoming of her own silk-soft hands, the duty of a squire carried out by her highness—and with such grace, such unhurried dally, as if she is savouring me.

"and these," she tells me, holding up my hands laid bare in her own warm palms, the only touch that skin knows and that which I have known no comparable hunger for, she says, "are mine."

Why haven’t I been making art (as seen below)? It’s actually because I’m making a huge cross-country move to escape the Joker(s) (abusive) in my house who want me dead 😅 So I’m making this call to help pay for meds and baggage. Anything, even sharing helps. Thank you!

https://ko-fi.com/majorart/goal?g=0

It’s almost 3/4’s of the way!

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