#krissi harding

[pembrokewkorgi]

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Just a normal podcast moment with @JIrish780, @myshawolf, and I. Commissioned by @JIrish780

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[ronsenburg]

sorry for being so annoying lately, living in a state of perpetual debilitating anxiety over current events and trying to trick myself into thinking about literally anything else instead 🩷

[gunchamber]

𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑: 𝐈𝐍 𝟏𝟎 𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 !

𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘶𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳. 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘶𝘴 𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘢 𝘰𝘧 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺’𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥. 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘢𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴.

❛ What century is this ? No one fist bumps anymore . ❜

❛ You're a DWEEB . ❜

❛ People die , Dean . I watched my mom get torn to shreds . Let me go in there , & kill them . ❜

❛ This is for my dad . ❜

❛ I just wanted to tell you that — you're kind of amusing for an old man . ❜

❛ i saved your bacon . ❜

❛ a girl's gotta have her secrets . ❜

❛ i don't need you to save me . i'm not a little kid anymore . ❜

He can't help you - no one can . * stabs the vetala * ❛ Guess I'll have to help myself then . ❜

❛ Quit treating me like some girl . I've been training for this my entire life . ❜

❛ You're never too YOUNG to kill monsters . Especially the ones who kill your family . ❜

❛ Does it look like my bacon needs saving ? ❜

𝚃𝙰𝙶𝙶𝙴𝙳 𝙱𝚈 : @multi-royalty 𝚃𝙰𝙶𝙶𝙸𝙽𝙶 : @hervelle , @americanedpsycho , @lockedfighter , @wantdead , @ruinedmyself , @lilyspaintedred , @maysbank

[burned-lariat]

To whoever decided to have TJ as the controlling asshole (and not Molly), please step on infinite legos.

[apple-coring]

my favorite person is mad at me what do i do i dont know what to do when he isnt paying attention to me he never talks to me anymore

[darkshrimpemotions]

You know, the counter to criticism of John has always been "John did the best he could under those circumstances" but that argument REALLY falls apart hard when the show gives us multiple examples of other hunters who had kids and provided them with stable homes or at the very least, didn't abuse, neglect, and exploit their children to the degree John did.

Bill and Ellen Harvelle. Krissy's dad. Tasha Banes. Hell, Mary's parents, even.

Hunters are all traumatized people who've lost someone, and yet not all hunters with children left them alone in hotel rooms for days or weeks at a time without enough money or food, used them as bait for a shtriga or god knows what else (I haven't forgotten or forgiven Dead Man's Blood), put them in danger constantly, isolated them even from other hunters, or emotionally abused them to have no self worth and view "I'm proud of you" as a dangerously out of character statement from their parent.

Jo grew up safe at home with her mom, viewing her dad coming home as an occasion for joy. After her dad died, her mother tried EVERYTHING to keep Jo from hunting to keep her safe, and finally only started hunting again herself to protect Jo. Dean reminisces about "when dad got home" with a haunted look in his eyes. Dean was hunting werewolves at sixteen. When Sam was afraid of the thing in his closet, John gave him a .45.

Krissy wanted to be by her dad's side all the time. Her dad even quit hunting, laid down whatever reasons made him start, to give her a shot at a better life. Dean gets quiet and changes the subject when asked if he misses his dad. Sam's fondest memories are of getting away from John. John drove his kids nearly to death with his obsession. Spent Sam's college fund on ammo.

Max and Alicia Banes were part of a community. Their understanding of hunters' funerals included friends and family gathered to celebrate the life of the departed. Sam and Dean knew very few hunters before John died. They only knew how to grieve in isolated silence around a solitary pyre.

Mary grew up in a house. She slept warm in a bed in a room of her own. She had family dinners. When she said the worst thing she could imagine was her kids being raised like she was, she meant hunting by itself. And I'm not saying hunting is good or healthy! It's not.

But it was the worst thing she could imagine. She couldn't even imagine the abuse, neglect, deprivation, instability, and hunger her children would one day endur on top of hunting.

But sure, yeah. John definitely did the best he could under the circumstances.

[pitrsattabhaadmeinjaa]

wont you kiss me on the mouth (and love me like a sailor)

buddie, 2.1k

beta reader: @krissy-kat

“I’m in love with Eddie!” Buck nearly yells as soon as his sister opens the door after his frantic knocking and calls of her name, panting like he’d run a marathon, half-leaning on the doorframe, half falling inside. “Maddie, I’m in love with my best friend!”

“Buck–” Maddie’s eyes are wide and she’s carrying a half filled wine glass.

He started turning around to find a place to lay down and never get up again, just to stop in his tracks when he saw what had Maddie so worked up.

Eddie.

Or, Buck discovers he’s in love with Eddie, rants about it to Maddie, and doesn’t realise Eddie is right behind him.

“I’m in love with Eddie!” Buck nearly yells as soon as his sister opens the door after his frantic knocking and calls of her name, panting like he’d run a marathon, half-leaning on the doorframe, half falling inside. “Maddie, I’m in love with my best friend!”

“Buck–” Maddie’s eyes are wide and she’s carrying a half-filled wine glass.

He sidesteps her to enter the house, rubbing his face like if he did it hard enough, he could stop feeling these emotions. He walks in a few steps and turns to her with his back to the rest of the house and says, “Maddie, oh god, I’m so fucked, Maddie– I was just dropping off Chris at his friend’s house for a sleepover and the kid’s mom met me outside to greet us,” Buck starts gesturing with his arms, “And after Chris went inside she started asking about me, right, like, asking how I am and if I knew how this sweater brings out the color of my eyes, and like of course I know, that why I chose it, but that's besides the point. The point is that it made me uncomfortable! Like, since when has someone hitting on me made me uncomfortable?

“And then when I thought about it a little, Maddie, you know what I realized? I didn’t like it because she’s not the one I wanted to notice my sweater, I didn’t like it because I wore it to meet Eddie later today,” he burst out, “to go get pizza at this new place that opened up that we wanted to try and see if Chris would like it, and I wanted him to like my sweater and my eyes!”

“Buck, wait–”

“No, no, this cannot wait. I’ve been thinking about that the whole drive here, that I want Eddie to think I look good and that I think he looks extremely good in the jeans that came half-off with this sweater that I let him borrow because I knew they would look so good on him– No, stop distracting me, I need to tell you what happened next.”, he said, holding up both hands. Buck had been stewing in that fact deeply the whole hour and a half that he had been driving and sitting in traffic, thinking back to every interaction he’d had with his best friend. Had he always liked the way Eddie’s brown eyes shone whenever he smiled at Buck, or how his fingers looked perfect for sucking on, or how his voice was all rough and raspy and hot in the mornings? No wonder Tommy left him after a few months.

“Apparently, that lady wasn’t his mom, but just her twin sister who’s visiting, which, does make more sense because I know his actual mother loves her husband too much to do that, and when Sandra came out, she apologized to me, to which I replied ‘no, it's all good’, but then, she scolded her sister, which at first I was confused a little by,” Buck splayed his hands open, showing his apparent confusion, “but then she told her sister that I’m Christopher’s other dad, Eddie’s husband. And I wanted to correct her, but I didn’t, because you know why?”

He fisted his hands and joined them, and leaned down toward her, speaking through his teeth, “Because I liked it! I liked her referring to me as Eddie’s husband, as Christopher’s dad, because,” he tilted his head pointedly, “as I’ve deduced on the ride here, I want to be Eddie’s husband and Christopher’s dad!”

Maddie’s face had a look of urgency, and she was looking behind Buck, but he disregarded it as soon as she said, “Buck, Eddie is–”

“Yes, I know Eddie’s straight, and he could never love me like that,” he pressed the heels of his palms to his eyes, and a broken, wet laugh emerged from him, “but I just needed to tell you as soon as possible because you gave me some pretty solid advice on how to deal with Eddie-related stuff last time, and oh my god, that wasn’t me trying to get Tommy’s attention was it? I was trying to get Eddie’s back.” His hands were no longer against his eyes, and his face was lit with a mix of realization and dismay. His head was also brimming with the same, realizing that he’s been in love with Eddie for far longer than he thought, and devastated with the fact that he can’t do anything about it. Eddie was straight, and their relationship will never be the same after this, because there is no way that Buck can keep lying to his Ed–his friend for long, no way that he can bear Eddie not knowing everything about him.

He started turning around to find a place to lay down and never get up again, just to stop in his tracks when he saw what had Maddie so worked up.

Eddie.

Eddie, sitting there on Maddie and Chimney’s couch. Eddie, with his mouth open and a beer halfway to his mouth. Eddie, with his eyes wide and that borderline pornographic mustache he’d grown.

Eddie, who heard all of that. Eddie, who is surely about to break Buck’s heart by letting him down gently and he cannot bear the rejection right now.

So he did the only rational thing one can do in a situation such as this. Taking a page out of all his ex’s books, he ran.

…

Eddie didn’t think his ears were working right, because there is no way that just happened, right? His best friend didn’t just basically confess his love to him and run away, right? Right?

Except that’s exactly what happened, because even if he was delusional and hallucinating that, the expression on Maddie and Chim’s face is shocked enough that he can be sure they all saw that.

So now that he’s sure that was real, he can safely go through his emotions, starting with: What. WHAT. Buck loves me? Buck loves me back? What?! Fuck. Buck loves me. Fucking fuck yes. Buck loves me. Wait. Fuck. Buck loves me. Buck ran away. Shit. Buck doesn’t know I love him. Shit. SHIT.

Maddie’s looking at him, apparently over her shock now, sporting an expectant look on her face. “Well? What are you waiting for?”

The sound of an engine starting outside stirred him from his own dazed surprise, and he did the only rational thing one can do in a situation such as this. Taking a page out of Buck’s book, he ran.

After Buck, that is.

Eddie kept his beer on the table and leaped to his feet, and ran out, foregoing shoes, and saw Buck’s Jeep pulling out the driveway, on the street. Shit. “Stop, Buck, wait! Buck, stop, would you just–for god’s sake Buck, stop!” He didn’t.

Due to the lack of fully-there-ness because the love of his life had just said he loved Eddie back, no one can blame him for what he did next. He ran in front of the car. Because more than he was reckless at the moment, he had full trust in Buck not to run him over.

Which turned out to be true because as soon as Buck saw him, he braked hard and then just–froze. His baby blue eyes wide open and hands gripping the wheel, he just sat there staring at Eddie who was in front of the car with his hands out.

Eddie pointed at Buck. “Out. Now. No running.”

Buck's face turned stony and he reinforced his grip on the wheel. “No.”

“No? What do you mean no? Get out of the car, Buck!”

“Or what?” Buck’s face was now doing that thing where he thought he could stay strong enough to resist the Diaz Eyes, patented by one Christopher Diaz. He was so annoyed, because he never could. And he’d done enough therapy to know that Eddie wouldn’t let this ruin their friendship but Buck was too high on his emotions that he couldn’t take even a gentle let down by his best friend, so he resorted to acting petulant.

Eddie, who was also a Diaz and aware of the Eyes, said nothing and just stared at Buck pointedly, with one finger still pointing to the ground outside the Jeep.

Buck, as expected, didn’t hold out long. His face turned resigned, and he heaved a big sigh, folding in on himself in the driver’s seat. He slowly started opening the door, and Eddie, now satisfied Buck would actually come out, went over to him.

He got out of the car, eyes downcast and opened his mouth to defend himself. “Eddie, please. Just reject me later, I can’t bear it now–”, only to be interrupted by Eddie’s lips.

Wait. By Eddie’s lips? What?

Eddie was kissing him. Eddie was kissing him. Eddie was kissing him. And Buck was just standing there like an idiot.

Well, no one said he couldn't learn and go with the flow. He brought his hands up, one to Eddie’s, who was cupping Buck’s face, and one to Eds’ hip, holding him close. The kiss was…amazing. It was everything they said it would be. Fireworks, a burst of emotion, senses dulled to everything except the points their bodies were touching.

It was magnificent. And short-lived. Eddie pulled away first, Buck subconsciously leaning forward to chase his lips, away from where he was pinned against the Jeep. He opened his eyes, and the world, and all of its tortuous realities, came flooding back.

“What.”, his voice cracked. Tears were starting to build up in his eyes, and Evan Buckley had never been more confused in his life.

Eddie was still staring at his lips, and said dazedly, “God, I should’ve been kissing you a long time ago if that’s what it feels like.”

“What.” Buck’s world was rocked. What did Eddie just say?

Eddie took pity on him, and looked up at his eyes. And then he said the most ridiculous thing ever. “I love you too, Buck.”

“What. I– I don’t understand.”

Eddie softened then, his smile turning small and quiet, and his eyes took a devastatingly watery quality, “I want you to be my husband too, and Christopher’s other dad. Legally, that is, because you’ve been raising him alongside me for years now a.”

Oh. Buck’s world rocked further. This all wasn't a dream, or a confusing second reality. Eddie loved him. Eddie wanted to be his husband too.

Buck’s expression started clearing up, a hopeful one dawning on his face. He was the happiest man in the whole world, and he knew Eddie wouldn’t lie to him, but, “Really?”

His future-husband’s face turned mock reserved at that, a glint of mirth in his eyes giving him away. “Well, no, I was just kidding–”

Buck interrupted him with his lips, “Nope, no take-backs, you said it now, sorry.”, with a cheeky smile, and Eddie gave up all pretense, laughing fondly at the man he loved. They leaned in again, and Eddie gently poured all the love he had into this kiss, moving a hand up to Buck’s hair and pulling him in even closer by his waist with another. They moved slow, because it felt like they had all the time in the world now, and nothing could get in between them, nothing– click.

They broke apart, both grinning at each other dopily first, to see Maddie and Chimney out on the front porch, twin grins pulling at their faces and taking a photo of them.

Chim gave them two thumbs and Maddie held the phone up to them and yelled, “I’M SENDING THIS TO THE GROUPCHAT.”

Chim pointed aggressively at them and said, “BUCK I’M GONNA BE YOUR BEST MAN, I’M SO HAPPY FOR YOU BUT DON’T YOU DARE ASK ANYONE ELSE!”

Maddie looked up from her texting at that, “Sorry, babe, but I’m gonna be his best woman.” Buck chimed in from his place in Eddie’s arms, “Yeah, Chim, sorry, but she’s right.”

“Aw, well,” he sighed, “You’re the only person I’d give up that spot to.”, and lovingly pecked his wife’s cheek.

Eddie looked back then, “DON’T WORRY, BUD. YOU CAN BE MINE!” Chim whooped at that, and Maddie went back to the barrage of texts that must surely be coming in from their family, shaking her head fondly.

Buck kissed him again, chastely this time, for his sister’s sake. “You don’t think we’re moving a little fast?”

“This has been seven years in the making, baby. You’re my family, and I’m not waiting on societal norms to make it legal.” Eddie punctuated that with a kiss to Buck’s birthmark, and what could Buck do other than melt?

His eyes shone, and he let his grin lose once again. “Well, thank god for Sandra.”

Eddie laughed into his love’s neck, and hugged him close.

“I can’t wait to spend forever with you.”

[annieqattheperipheral]

HER STORY IS INCREDIBLE EVERYONE SIT DOWN AND LEARN FROM THIS QUEEN ⤵️

Kiana Scott, who played minor hockey system for 11 seasons, including four seasons on boys teams, gravitated to scouting from watching her brother’s games and critiquing his strengths and weaknesses.

Unaware of jobs available in hockey, she enrolled in makeup artistry college after high school, but knew her heart was in the sport.

She eventually enrolled in an online hockey general manager scouting course.

Scott joined the International Scouting Service Hockey mentorship program in 2018 and scouted for the service for two years while holding down two jobs.

“I love scouting future prospects, and the evaluation process,” she said. “I think that's kind of where my passion lies. It's just the evaluation process. And it's exciting, building a team.”

Scott spent two seasons as a full-time scout for Erie before she took a bold step and left the organization to move to Calgary and became an independent scout in June 2022.

“I just kept practicing my craft and kind of paid my own way, like, throughout the whole year,” she said. “All of the tickets to every game, all of my travel expenses, everything. I just put all my money into scouting and trying to evolve and then I ended up getting my (Avalanche) internship the next year.”

Scott had some financial help from her family for the move and she supplemented her income by working as a bartender at a Calgary casino, a job with hours that allowed her to scout games.

If all that wasn’t enough, she also enrolled in the University of Florida’s online sports management program.

“I've always had the mindset to just keep betting on myself and working hard and evolving,” she said. “I think I've taken a lot of risks to get to where I am, but I wouldn't try to change the journey for anything.”

Scott said she hopes women, women of color and people who don’t come from a so-called “traditional” hockey background will follow her on the journey.

“I grew up playing hockey, but I didn’t play professional hockey, I didn’t go to college or university for hockey,” she said. “I just had a passion for it. I love scouting. I worked at it, and I continue working at my craft.

“People that don’t necessarily come from the traditional background, I hope they see themselves in me and believe that they can put their minds to it and get it done.”

-----

The 2024 NHL Draft was as eventful for Kiana Scott as it was for the players who were selected in the seven-round event at Sphere in Las Vegas last month.

The 25-year-old Barrie, Ontario, native signed with the Colorado Avalanche at the draft to become a full-time amateur scout, fulfilling a goal she has had since she was a teenager.

“This is something that I've worked really hard for my whole career to be able to sign my first NHL contract,” Scott said. “I was elated. The Avs have been really good for me the past year, and I’m excited to keep building with them.”

Scott joined the Avalanche after working as an intern for the organization.

Colorado general manager Chris MacFarland said he and executive director of hockey operations Suzanne Borchert “were impressed with her work ethic and her passion."

MacFarland said: “Kiana was on our radar when she was scouting in major junior circuits ... and it worked that a few years ago we had an internship opportunity for her.

“She did a good job in that role and was an integral part of our amateur scouting department. We’re excited to see her contributions moving forward in her full-time role as an amateur scout.”

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Scott made history when she became the first woman scout in the Ontario Hockey League with Erie in March 2020.

She was among the initial of a wave of women who were hired in recent years as scouts at all levels of hockey, including Cammi Granato (Seattle Kraken), Blake Bolden (Los Angeles Kings), Krissy Wendell-Pohl (Pittsburgh Penguins), Meghan Hunter (Chicago Blackhawks), Gabriella Switaj (Anaheim Ducks) and Brigette Lacquette (Chicago Blackhawks).

Granato moved on from Seattle to become an assistant general manager for the Vancouver Canucks on Feb. 10, 2022, and Hunter was promoted to assistant GM by the Blackhawks on June 22, 2022.

“When I first started scouting, I didn’t know of any women in the industry already,” she said. “Cammi Granato got her job with the NHL a year after I started scouting. That’s when I kind of knew it was possible. But I never had anyone to look up to. I just had this dream and the passion for hockey. I knew that I had to the talent and skill to do it, and to try to keep building on them.

"That’s what I’ve always gone off on -- keep evolving, never give up on what you love.”

[imbackbilly]

"Alright, suga's, I believe you have everythin'!" Clara sounds chipper as she hands Krissy the bag of supplies, but there's an undertone of worry, rubbing her ring in an anxious manner.

"Thanks sunflower." Krissy said, her tone full of affection as she gave Clara a kiss on the forehead. "Moms watchin' Ollie right now, so when you're done cleaning up here, please go help her out. I love you."

Clara's shoulders relax a bit at the kiss, a smile making its way on her face. "Of course I will. Love you too."

Clara turns to Johnson. "And you too. Come back in one piece, alright? I mean it!" She grins, elbowing him affectionately.

@imthebestcharacter618

*Johnson was just about to respond, before the door to the now closed bar slammed open, a ragged and panting... Person. Man? Woman? Hard to tell, standing there at the doorway*

WHERES STEVE AND HIS CUNT ASS BOYFRIEND-

[crmsnmth]

The City Of My Youth

I visited the city where I spent my youth And I'm sad to say, the place I grew up in no longer exists. But if you look hard enough, in the cracks and nooks and crannies and crevices of concrete walls and asphalt ways You can see the skeletal remains of our last carefree days.

I followed the path I use to walk with my best friends around the lake and through the cemetery past the house where I lived in the basement writing poetry in a room that was way too small but it was home, and I can still smell the damp air and hear my dad and step-mom's foot steps It's still painted piss yellow and it still has a massive TV antennae that we used like a ladder so we could smoke weed on the roof

The apartment complex where I slept on the living room floor is still standing, but the pool is gone and so is the bike I used to padlock to the chain link fence and the apartment is rented out to people I don't know the door to the complex is still broken and I walk inside and inhale Weed, cigarettes and laundry detergent I smile that some things never change

I walk past the bar we used to go to, but it's got a new name and I'm sober so I don't get to go inside and that's okay, because it's not my crowd anymore I wouldn't fit in anymore I'd just be a strange stranger sipping on a coke and telling every story I've got from that building When I say there's a lot, that's an understatement We were here almost has much has we were at our homes and now I don't even know what the bartender's names are

I stopped and stood outside of the Speedway gas station A place we spent many nights doing nothing in Hanging out in front of buildings Remember how they called us the goth Jay and Silent Bob I think it was Krissi who said that first I smoke a cigarette too close to the gas pumps and a voice I don't know tells me to move The clerks I knew are all gone and I wonder about Deb and I wonder about Goofus and his red-shaded glasses

The city breathes differently, now with high rise apartments and penthouse condos New store fronts line the historic downtown the comic book store we hung out in has gone the Arby's I used to work at is now a cafe It hits me that I'm aging that I'm growing up and the world I lived in is gone It's not coming back

I feel like this should be depressing, but it's not It's kind of empowering My city will always stay within my heart and mind and for the crowds in the bar and for the clerks at the gas station it's there town now

Someday, they'll be in the exact same boat

[kimmipettie]

12/31/21 - Teacher's New Pet

Do I have my curtsy perfected yet, Miss Adams? I can see the other girls laughing at me as I work at this. But they have been females from birth, and you only feminized me for Drama class at the beginning of the school year.

Yes, Miss Adams, I am wearing my frilly half slip. Well, I am trying very hard to keep my slip from showing. I know I am turning red! It's embarrassing to have my slip peeking out and to talk about my lingerie!

My panties? Please, do I have to tell them?

Alright, I am wearing pink panties with lace trim.

Curtsy again? Ugh!

I mean yes, Miss Adams.

You want me to come to your home for Extra Help? I'll change once I get done this afternoon.

You want me dressed just like this?

_______________________________________________

5/16/22 - It’s exceedingly obvious to the other three girls that Chris should always have been a girl and that now, as Krissi, she is clearly Miss Adams’ sweet teacher’s pet.

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1/8/25 - By the start of the next school year, it's very clear that Krissi will always be a Missy. And Miss Adams is absolutely thrilled.

Someone's short skirts really call out for a half slip now!

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[pembrokewkorgi]

PnJ Cartoon Podcast - Captain N: The Game Master

In the newest installment of the PnJ Podcast, @JIrish780 and I, along with special guest @myshawolf, get called by the Ultimate Warp Zone to look at Captain N, a cartoon that is... definitely a unique take on many beloved video game characters. https://youtu.be/G79C-0NVR7Y

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[ronsenburg]

hm.

[midnightbrightside]

The thing about Kristoph is... He has a bizarre sense of entitlement. He's delusional, His breakdown at the end makes me think he doesn't even understand he's in the wrong,

He think's he's in the right and he think's he's owed things, so when he thinks he's been slighted, he does shitty thing because he thinks he can get away with it, he doesn't need to, but he thinks he's right so he does it anyway

As such, I imagine Krissy actually falling for Nick at some point during their confusing 7 years

Why? Cause he like Phoenix's attention and affection (Kris is definetly a man who didn't get enough love as a kid) and he thinks he deserves his love and attention.

Who cares if he majorly screwed over Nick and got him disbarred? He likes his affection so he should have it. Nick is hot and Kristoph is Gay so he shall posses him.

But notably, I can imagine Kristoph actually being hurt by the fact that Phoenix exposed him. He's delusional and entitled, how dare Phoenix do this to him after everything.

"How dare he not get over what I did to him and make me face the conseqences of my actions?!"

You feel me?

oh my god i see it. especially bc i do also hc that he felt very betrayed and offended by phoenix exposing him! he thought he knew Phoenix better than that and he has to realise he was wrong, maybe the seven years of companionship wasnt enough to fool the turnabout terror. he either underestimated phoenix's dedication to the truth or he thought he had broken phoenix down enough that phoenix would let kristoph frame olga without question.

personally my interpretation is a bit different when it comes to kris's feelings tho- i like to hc that kristoph would never even admit to himself that hes in love with phoenix. he rationalises all his feelings away bc if he lets those butterflies in his stomach reach his heart it might just kill him.

He feels posessive of Phoenix and wants to monopolise his time, but he tells himself its because he needs to keep an eye on him, keep him in check. any time phoenix smiles warmly at him it makes his heart race but he tells himself it's just excitement that phoenix is falling into his trap nothing more.

deep down he knows he's in love, of course he does, he's a smart man. but he also knows that the greatest expression of that love would be to come clean, and he cant be doing that, that would make Phoenix leave his life, leave him. so he decides to keep phoenix close by forcing him to remain dependent on kristoph's generosity, a selfish kind of love that's borne from paranoia and desparation.

he definitely does have a sense of entitlement tho. those 7 years of him paying for trucy's school trips and maining a friendship and intimacy with phoenix held a lot of value to him, and he has a hard time reconciling that with how seemly-quickly phoenix threw it all away. because he's selfish, spoiled, entitled, and in love.

[odo-apologist]

Smegtober #4: Virtual Reality

The room is sterile, perfectly white walls unbroken by any unnecessary patterns or pictures or posters, the overhead lights blinding in their pure brightness, minimalist metal chairs sleek, hard, and cold, leaving one anxious to stand up and stretch once the session is over, and the wireless suits ready to use and laid out upon tables that are free of any useless clutter. The lifeless atmosphere is even clearer now, with the space emptied of its usual occupants and quiet except for the low hum of electricity.

     It unnerved Kris the first time she was in the room alone, the only student left, but over time, she's grown used to it. It seems you can grow used to any environment if given long enough, even one that feels like it's trying to shut you out, doing its best to make you feel unwelcome.

     Besides, this is the closest Kris has come to what might be called a home.

     She grabs her suit and slips it on. Approaching one of the desks, she pulls out its chair; the squeak of its legs against the tiled floor interrupts the ambiance and echoes through the nearly silent place. Seated, Kris places the headset on and adjusts it so it rests snuggly over her eyes. She brings her hand up to a small switch on the device, near her temple, flips it–

     “Welcome home, Krissy!” Her mother's arms envelope her within a tight, warm hug. She catches a whiff of perfume: a strong scent of jasmine. As she's released from the embrace, she smells the dinner the cook has prepared; it is Christmas Eve and she's in her family home.

     Her father stands in the doorway to the dining room, a mug in hand. “Kristine,” he smiles, “How was this last term?”

      “Well, we got to talk with Shakespeare again after reading Antony and Cleopatra. We saw a recreation of its first performance in The Globe, then we even discussed its accuracy with Antony and Cleopatra themselves! I wrote about it during finals and got an ‘A’ in the course.” She beams with pride as she speaks of her paper. Miss Brody had really praised her for that one.

     “That's lovely, dear,” her mother replies. One of their maids had brought mugs for her and Kris, so she hands one to the latter. “And not at all surprising. You've always been our straight-A scholar.”

     “That's right, Krissy. We're so proud of you!”

     Kris beams brighter. The words make her feel warm in a way the short, hurried messages from home fail to do. Later, laying in bed in her dorm that's been vacated of its other residents for the holidays, this moment will ring as false as it is; she'll feel a faint shame at her indulgence. But that's then and this is now, and dinner is ready to be served. Her father will talk about his latest excavation, her mother will talk about the ads she's working on for a pharmaceutical company or a new energy drink or the most recent model of hoppers, and Kris will enjoy every moment, basking in the glow of honey-yellow candlelight.

     In the classroom, Kris unconsciously shifts in her chair.

[conductorswife]

welcome to my blog!!! :D

hi! my name is Karissa/Krissy! i'm an autistic young adult whose main special interest is A Hat in Time!!! this blog will be dedicated to my love for my fictional husband/agedre caregiver, Conductor, and my A Hat in Time AU/fanfic, Flawed Perfection!

art i drew on Clip Studio of our wedding!

Conductor's significance to me

i've been an A Hat in Time fan since 2017, and a Conductor fan since then too! i've made thousands of drawings of Conductor in various art mediums, traditional and digital. i have AHiT on both Steam and Nintendo Switch, and i've played Conductor's levels in Battle of the Birds and the Arctic Cruise enough times to memorize nearly all of his voice lines. i also own a Peck Neck shirt from The Yetee, an official Conductor plush from IndieBox, and a few custom deco pacifiers. i even celebrate my "anniversary" of the day i saw Conductor for the first time, December 6th, every year! the ship name i've created for me and Conductor is "kariductor", a simple combination of our names!

fun fact: my nickname "Krissy" originated as something for only him to call me because i thought "Karissa" would sound strange in his accent, but i liked the name so much that i now use it everywhere online!

my official Conductor plush and a paci i decorated myself with the phrase "Conducty's Lil Lass" in letter beads!

Flawed Perfection

my AHiT AU/fanfic is about Conductor's backstory and how he became that angry, over-demanding, foul-mouthed Scottish bird we know today. i strongly believe he wasn't always that way, and that a variety of factors contributed to this behavior developing, main ones being perfectionism, depression, and stress.

in my story, he starts off as a passionate filmmaker. he takes tons of inspiration from his family's history in his work, especially after the death of his father, who passed the Owl Express down to him. his first film is a huge success and he wins a first place award. however, as he continues his career, he slowly devolves into prioritizing audience scores and profits. the passing of his father and older brothers, combined with having to juggle two jobs, greatly affects his mental health and he slowly grows further and further away from his remaining family.

losing the 2027 awards (yes, this timeline goes into the future!), the subsequent mass resignation at the studio, and being on the verge of bankruptcy also sent him further into depression, and he became desperate for anything that could get him back to where he was. that's when he meets an american woman (me!) visiting Scotland. pleased by some art she drew for him, he hires her as a storyboard artist on the spot, though the two have sharply contrasting personalities and styles. as the two develop an unlikely friendship, Conductor starts to realize the error of his ways, but he'll need her help in order to find his true self again.

the title "Flawed Perfection" is an oxymoron, coming from how Conductor has such a strong focus on perfection, but the way he goes about achieving it is greatly flawed.

Thanks for reading!

i tried super hard not to dump the WHOLE story into this single post, but yeah!!! if you find Flawed Perfection an interesting idea maybe consider giving my blog a follow :3 so ummm that's about it for now! 🫶 feel free to ask questions and give feedback and stuff byebye!!!!

oh yeah also i have a carrd if you want more info about me + links to my other socials :3