#krissy vent

[lil-spoopy-krissy]

i love how the day before im supppsed to pick up my pc from the repair place i get sick. i get fucking sick. im getting chills im dizzy and my throat hurts

[succubunsvent2]

It's pretty disturbing knowing that wishful_krissy posted a edited version of that art in the sever and people were complimenting it without knowing wtf it truly was

🐰

[flamingo--ing]

might fuck around

[ronsenburg]

damn, dudes. you’re all gonna be real disappointed when you realize all I post is gay shit.

[citrus-c0la]

Law...! The law is everything!

vent art with krissy 🙏

[bunnysnuff]

being Darcy Olsson girlfriend would include.

Pairing: Darcy Olsson x F!reader.

Trigger warnings: none!

Note: can you tell Darcy is my fave character. I love Krissy so much.

1.Endless Laughter:

Darcy has a wicked sense of humor, so dating her means constant jokes, playful teasing, and lighthearted banter. You’d always find yourself laughing, even at the most unexpected times.

She loves making silly faces at you across the room or throwing in a sarcastic comment to keep things interesting.

Inside jokes would become a huge part of your relationship. You two would have your own little language of humor that no one else fully gets.

2. Supportive Partner:

Darcy would be incredibly supportive of you and your goals, always cheering you on from the sidelines and reminding you of your worth, especially when you doubt yourself.

She’s the kind of girlfriend who shows up at your events—be it something big or small—with a sign that says something like, “You rock!” or “That’s my girl!”

When you’re stressed or overwhelmed, Darcy’s there with comfort��whether that’s a funny distraction, a pep talk, or just listening to you vent.

3. Spontaneous Adventures:

Darcy is adventurous and loves trying new things. She’d drag you on impromptu weekend trips, random hikes, or late-night food runs.

She’d always have a “plan” to surprise you with something, whether it’s an unplanned road trip or just taking you to a secret spot she loves in town.

You never know what Darcy will come up with next, but you can count on it being exciting and memorable.

4. Affectionate and Playful:

Darcy is big on physical affection—hand-holding, arm slinging, or just randomly pulling you in for a hug. She’s always got an arm around your shoulder or waist, especially when you're out together.

She loves surprising you with quick kisses when you’re least expecting it—on your cheek, your forehead, or sometimes in the middle of a conversation, just to fluster you.

Darcy would also love teasing you in a light, affectionate way, constantly finding little ways to make you blush or laugh.

5. Unwavering Loyalty:

Darcy is fiercely loyal and protective, always standing by your side no matter what. If someone ever gave you a hard time, she’d be quick to step in and defend you.

She’s the kind of girlfriend who’s got your back through thick and thin. No matter what challenges come your way, Darcy will always be there, ready to fight for you and your relationship.

You’d always feel safe and secure knowing that Darcy’s loyalty is unshakable.

6. Deep Conversations:

Despite her playful nature, Darcy also has a thoughtful, introspective side. Late at night, you’d find yourselves having deep, meaningful conversations about life, love, and the future.

She’d always listen to your concerns or worries and offer her perspective in a calm, understanding way. Darcy values communication, so she'd make sure you always feel heard.

She’d open up to you about her own insecurities and fears, creating a strong emotional connection between the two of you.

7. Attending LGBTQ+ Events Together:

As an LGBTQ+ advocate, Darcy would encourage you both to participate in community events like Pride parades, protests, or LGBTQ+ fundraisers.

She’d be your biggest supporter in embracing your identity, and the two of you would feel proud to be out and open together.

Darcy would also introduce you to her circle of queer friends, making you feel welcome in the community she holds so close to her heart.

8. Cute Dates with a Twist:

Darcy’s idea of a date could range from traditional movie nights to fun activities like roller skating, going to concerts, or hitting up an arcade.

She’d always find a way to add a quirky twist, like organizing a themed date night or challenging you to a friendly game of mini-golf.

You can count on her to never let things get boring—there’s always something fun up her sleeve.

9. Adorable Nicknames:

Darcy would definitely come up with a cute (and probably silly) nickname for you. It might be something related to an inside joke or something totally random that just sticks.

She’s the type to call you "babe" one moment and something completely ridiculous like "squishy" the next, just to make you laugh.

10. Loving You As You Are:

One of the best things about being Darcy’s girlfriend is how much she loves you for exactly who you are. She appreciates your quirks, flaws, and everything in between.

She’d remind you daily that you’re beautiful and special to her, building you up with her unwavering confidence in you.

Darcy doesn’t need you to change or be perfect—she loves you as is, and she’d make sure you never forget that.

[gunchamber]

🌟 ― i love how you portray your muse

╰┈➤ Krissy crumpet my baby forever. Caroline loves her ride or die and will never shut up about it.

💯 ― your headcanon posts are always on point

╰┈➤ I love reading Krissy head canon posts because I get to learn so much about her each time and she just deserves the world.

✨ ― i love the way you write

╰┈➤ EVERY PIECE of it give me everything. Reading the way you write Krissy/ getting replies form you just bring a smile to my face. I can tell how much you love her, she’s something special

💫 ― i enjoy writing with you

╰┈➤ god do I??? I LOVE writing with you. I love the dynamics we’re making with out crumpets AND over on Peyton too! Both very special connections that have the hugest place in my heart and I’m looking forward to exploring them.

😊 ― i enjoy talking to you

╰┈➤ I would be L O S T without you. You keep me grounded in some of my worst moments. You listen to me, let me scream about stupid shit and I just love you for it, and that’s not even including when we’re talking about our characters, I find it hard to believe that they aren’t canon connections because the way we’ve made them fit together it just perfect.

☀️ ― your posts always bring me joy

╰┈➤ IF THIS ONE ISNT CLEAR BY NOW, Yes they absolutely do, the OOC and game’s reactions do make me laugh a lot.

❤️ ― you're one of my favorite blogs

╰┈➤ curiosity brought us together and it was one of the best things to ever happen.

I Caroline Forbes’d all over this meme but you deserve it. ♡ ︎

SMALL SYMBOLS OF KINDESS ( always accepting ! ) 🌟 ― i love how you portray your muse 💯 ― your headcanon posts are always on point ✨ ― i love the way you write 💫 ― i enjoy writing with you 😊 ― i enjoy talking to you ☀️ ― your posts always bring me joy ❤️ ― you're one of my favorite blogs

MY ANGEL !!! the caroline to my krissy :')) your support throughout this journey so far has been keeping me afloat , you are always there when i need to vent , & i truly feel your love through the computer screen !! i know when i come to you with ideas that i'm gonna be met with the same amount of enthusiasm as i have & it's such an amazing feeling to find people who are on that same wave length ya feel ? you are my treasure

[neonthewrite]

Walt and Sean

My entry for the 2018 Brothers Apart tumblr contest. I wanted to write something with @nightmares06‘s Walt Watch, since he’s one of my favorites and he recently had some huge character development in the latest story of the Brothers Apart AU. This is set sometime in the weeks/months after the first story, after Sam has left with Dean under the assumption that Walt didn’t survive the events of that story.

Hope you enjoy it! Reading time approx. 10 minutes.

Walt knew something was wrong before he had time to fully wake up. Something like a heavy weight settled over his heart and he sighed without opening his eyes. Life had thrown him too many strange new things in so many months. Sometimes he wondered if he would ever have some semblance of what he had before.

Before Mallory … before Bree … his family had been fragmented, time and time again. What had he done for fate to lay its hands on him like that not once, but twice? He didn’t even know what had become of Sam.

That boy … Walt had known what he was, and hadn’t cared. In his old life, he was as much a danger to Walt as any other human.

Seeing that little face, full of fear he tried to hide, had decided for him. He and Mallory had been no match for those plaintive hazel eyes, full of tears the boy didn’t want to release. Walt still remembered the mumbled excuses about chick-flick moments. He didn’t even know what that meant and he could tell Sam’s heart wasn’t in the words.

The boy had lost his family. Just like Walt and Mallory had lost their baby girl not a year before. They might not understand everything Sam lost, but they understood that. There was no turning him away.

And now he was gone. Mallory was gone. Walt was alone, if not for--

“Walt?” Krissy’s voice was cautious and quiet, but Walt had known the girl long enough to recognize something else in it. Worry. His pale blue eyes opened at last to take in the concerned shadows on her face.

“I can’t find Sean,” she admitted, worrying her lip. She was only inches away, her hand braced against the frame of the doorway into Walt’s small alcove. “I saw him this morning when I woke up, but now I can’t find him in the house.”

The house belonged to Krissy and her family. They didn’t have that much room, but she hadn’t hesitated to move Walt in after what happened at his own home. What was left of it was no longer safe for him. The charred remains of wood and fabric were all that remained of the life he’d built, the one he always thought he’d keep. He never asked for a lot, but even that was too much.

He sat up in bed, a customary stern frown on his face. “Did you hear him leave?”

Krissy shook her head, and golden waves so like and unlike those of his daughter waved with the motion. Walt looked away from her to stare at his hands on his lap. “Alright. I’ll go.”

Krissy sighed and the sound carried her relief with it. The humans were still fixing up the room where the floorboards had seemingly gone up in flames of their own accord. It wasn’t very safe for any of their kind to be wandering unnecessarily, not while there were repairmen around and everyone was more alert.

Krissy, with her longtime terror of the enormous beings that ran the world beyond the walls, wanted nothing to do with going out. If she didn’t absolutely have to, she wouldn’t go.

Not long after waking, Walt had his boots on and his satchel over his shoulder. He stretched his arms to the side to work out the soreness in his shoulders, and headed out of the small home hidden away in the walls.

He already had a sneaking suspicion of where he needed to go.

Walt still wasn’t quite used to the passages around Krissy’s home. Instead of the familiar space under the floorboards he knew, he found his new home, with new turns and obstacles in his way. At least, he could hope, Sean remembered the way. The kid was quiet, as shy as Sam had been, but he was smart.

Most of the time, anyway. Wandering off on his own was foolish and Walt was ready to tie him down if it got that lesson across.

He stalked silently through dust and dark, unerring on his path. After his wounds had healed enough, Walt had wasted no time setting up his tannery again. It had fallen into disuse, but it would still suit his purposes. He’d even taken Sean there several times to start teaching him the ropes and explaining how they’d use everything the next time a rat came sniffing around.

It was a trek, but he didn’t have many options. The sharp smell of the tanning solution he had, plus the inevitable odor of the messy process, were too dangerous to keep close to home. A supply closet, already steeped in its own soapy, chemical smell, was the perfect cover for his craft.

It was also one of the few places other than the house that he’d taken Sean to so far. Like Sam when he’d first arrived, the kid had a lot to get used to. He was only a boy, and his life had been completely pulled from under him. Walt and Krissy would have to be his support now.

Walt tensed when he neared his work area and heard rustling. It could be a harmless mouse, or it could be another rat come to investigate, but he doubted both. Even so, his hand slipped into his jacket as he approached, just in case he needed to draw out his razor blade in defense.

When he rounded the last corner, the tension left his shoulders and he put his hands on his hips. “You better have a good reason for scaring us to death,” he greeted. His voice, stern though it was as quiet as always, startled the small figure hunched to the ground.

Sean, a young former-human, tried to twist around to face the source of the sound, but at the same time he tripped on his own feet and fell. A quiet oof escaped him, and his breath hitched. “W-Walt?” he said, his voice cautious. He stared up, but Walt got the feeling he couldn’t really see much. He’d gotten used to the dark as quickly as anyone could expect of him, but he still had a long way to go before he would be able to see well.

Walt sighed tersely. “What were you thinking? You didn’t tell Krissy where you were going and you certainly didn’t come and find me to bring you.”

“I-I told her,” Sean mumbled. His voice was naturally quiet, even for a kid who used to be human. “Just … real quiet, I guess.”

Walt believed it. Even through the resigned nervousness in the boy’s voice, he couldn’t hear any hint of a lie. There was a chance he had tried to tell Krissy where he was going while she was busy with something else.

“You shouldn’t have come out here by yourself. What if you got lost?” he scolded, still not ready to let up.

Sean shifted so his knees were closer to his chest and he looked contemplatively at his hands. “I was gonna surprise you,” he muttered, almost too quiet for even Walt to hear. “Since … since I spilled all the dust last time.”

Walt paused, caught off guard by the boy’s honest excuse. Last time he’d brought Sean to the work area, he’d fumbled a bag of the dust that Walt used for his tanning. The mixture of what salt he could get from the kitchens, plus crumbled plaster and sawdust, was a must when drying out rat pelts.

The cloud of powder in the air had nearly thrown them both into a hacking fit. Walt had scolded Sean for it while hastily dragging the coughing, teary-eyed kid away. It wasn’t the worst that could happen, but if someone had heard…

Walt’s expression softened despite his determination, and he squatted down to Sean’s level. He could see the boy’s contrition even in the shadows under the floor, but Sean watched him with caution. He couldn’t tell what Walt was thinking in return.

“I’m not worried about the dust,” Walt told him, opting instead for a gentler tone. It didn’t come naturally for him, and he put a hand on Sean’s shoulder to help. “It’s easy to clean that up once it’s all settled.”

“Y-yeah,” Sean agreed quietly. He’d already made good progress sweeping handfuls of it into a pile, now abandoned next to him.

“I am worried about you,” Walt continued. Sean ducked his head, but it didn’t stop the lecture from coming. He needed to hear it. “There’s a lot for you to learn, but you shouldn’t go trying to figure it all out yourself. We’re here to help, and you cannot go off on your own like this again. Even if you never leave the walls, you could run into danger.”

Sean looked up again, guilty tears brimming in his eyes, and for a moment Walt saw Sam’s grubby face instead. Lonely and determined, but young and scared. Walt had seen that boy grow into a strong young man, quick and smart and as good a climber as anyone had ever seen.

He’d lost Sam. Krissy didn’t talk about him much ever since Sean showed up. Walt would have to do better this time.

“C’mere.” It was an awkward motion so early in Sean’s time with them, but Walt drew the boy into a hug. There was a pause in which they stayed like that, waiting in the dark, and Walt felt the tension slowly work its way out of Sean’s shoulders.

“‘Kay,” Sean finally replied, muffled into Walt’s jacket. “I won’t do it ‘gain. Promise.”

Walt gently patted Sean’s hair before drawing back and looking him in the eye. “See that you don’t,” he instructed. Then, “Now, since we’re here, we might as well finish up your good work and bag that dust up. Then you can go and apologize to Krissy.”

[brothersapart]

Bree was very into exploration before she was taken-- in fact, the poor dear was doing just that when she got caught!

If she’d never been taken away, she would have pushed the boundaries more and more as she grew older, bringing her friend Krissy, willing or not, along with her as she went. She’s the type that would be more likely to strike out after she grew up and find her own place to live, perhaps bringing a family with her or finding new people on her own.

Krissy at least had that less familial feel to her when they grew up together, and Sam always looked out for the girl, helping her get supplies to support her family. She’s very introverted, and never went out to the rooms on her own, a big reason Walt chose to move in with her and her mother and little brother after losing his Mallory and assuming Sam was dead.

Based on how my husband ended up (with three sisters and his mother) compared to other friends of ours, Sam would be inured to subjects like that, used to it as a part of life.

[krissi2197]

ive grown familiar with villains that live in my head

[lil-spoopy-krissy]

damn budgeting sucks i need to upgrade my pc since its over 6 years and figure out how much money i want to put aside for the pc from my paychecks. and i still HAVE to solidify a budget for it too god

[succubunsvent2]

I'm not really involved in this CS, but I was checking Wishful-Krissy's profile to check the buns she drew in question and just witnessed her getting banned in real time.

Thank you for the update anon! 🐰

[krissibarks]

It’s been a rough week.

[justfrozenthings]

I Have Loved You Since Forever

Pairing: Anna/Kristoff

Rating: T (just to be safe)

Word: 2,641

Notes: This was just an idea that popped into my head so I figured I would write it because why not. Sorry for any grammar mistakes I have made because I know for a fact that there are some.

Summary: Church bells tolled for a wedding Kristoff has been dreading ever since he received the invitation in the mail.

He sat on a bench in the park absentmindedly running his fingers through Sven’s soft silky fur; the exact bench where he and a particular redhead would meet up to vent about all their troubles and get them off their chests. He remembered the many nights she had called, asking him to meet her at their place so that he could hold her as she cried. Sure, it usually meant getting out of bed at some ungodly hour, but damn he would do it for all eternity if it meant he could bring a smile to her beautiful freckled face. This time, however, instead of his ears being met with the heavenly sounds of her laugh; they were met with the sound of bells from the church nearby, sounding like death tolls with every breath that racked his body. 

There was a wedding being held today; one that he had been dreading ever since he received the white envelope decorated with intricate golden scrolls. 

 Today was the wedding of Anna Arendelle, his best friend and love of his life. Yeah, you heard it right, he, Kristoff Bjorgman, was deeply and utterly in love with his childhood best friend. The friend he had told that he was unable to make it to her wedding during one of their daily park bench meetings. He could still hear the pain of her voice in his head.

 “And why not?” Anna said sternly, trying to hold back the swell of tears in her eyes. He hated that he was the cause of them. “Don’t you want me to be happy?” 

“Anna you know I do but-”

“Then come. Please Kristoff,” she croaked. “It wouldn’t be the same without you there.”

 He stared down at his feet before he gave a deep sigh and stared back into her beautiful blue orbs again. She was wearing the pink beanie that he had gotten her one year for Christmas, and the matching scarf that came with it. Her button nose tinged with a light hue of red from the chilly autumn breeze that spread to her cheeks, her freckles looking like little stars twinkling in the night sky. “I’m sorry Anna, but I can’t.” And before she could say anything else he got up from his spot on the bench and left.

 He couldn’t bear to hear her sobs as he walked away and he wanted so much to turn back around and tell her he was sorry and that he loved her and that he would do anything to never make her cry like that again. But he couldn’t, because he didn’t want her to see the tears that had formed in his own eyes. 

 Kristoff hadn’t noticed, but those same tears that had formed in his eyes the night before came back to visit him. He blindly wiped them away with the sleeve of his old high school hoodie; the purple letters were faded out and hard to read. He had told her he couldn’t make it to save his own heart, but he ended up breaking hers in the process. 

Unable to last another minute on the bench any longer, he got up and whistled for Sven; who, at some point during his flashback, had trotted over to chase the frogs in the creek. He shoved his hands in his front pockets and walked with a slight hunch in his back from all the grief he was holding in as leaves of reds, oranges, and yellows danced and swirled around him. He needed to find solace, and there was only one other place he could do that.

 Bulda’s was the local cafe owned and run by Kristoff’s adoptive mother Bulda and was another place he and Anna often found themselves visiting. At the beginning of their friendship, Kristoff was too afraid to tell Anna that he had been adopted because he was worried that she would judge him. Anna was his only friend at the time, besides Sven, still is in fact, and he didn’t want to lose that friendship with her. She eventually found out through some people at school, though this wasn’t until they were seniors in high school, and when she had asked him about it he figured that there was no reason hiding it. As he readied himself to lose the only human friend he had ever had, Anna placed her hands on his and told him that there was nothing wrong with that. It was at that moment when he realized that he had fallen hard for the feisty redhead sitting next to him.

 Kristoff had smiled back at the memory; if only he had told her his feelings then maybe he wouldn’t be here wallowing in his own self-pity. 

Maybe coming here was a bad idea, he told himself mentally. But before he could leave, Bulda attacked him with a big bear hug. 

 “Hi Krissy!,” Bulda exclaimed as she planted dozens of little kisses on his face. 

He returned the hug causing him to smile only a little bit. It seemed no matter how dire or sorrowful the situation was, his mother always put a smile on his face. “Hey Ma’.” 

 Beulda unwound herself from her son’s embrace, “The usual I’m guessing?” 

“You got it.” He tried putting on the happiest tone he could muster, but it was no use. He knew she could see right through.

“Okay,” Bulda said, eyeing him cautiously. “I’ll be back in a jiff.” 

Not even five minutes later, Bulda had returned with a large slice of her famous Chocolate Eruption cake and a cup of hot cocoa with whip cream, chocolate drizzle, and chocolate shavings. It didn’t take long for Kristoff to notice that Bulda had only brought one fork. Usually, there were two, one for him and one for Anna. He had never been too much of a chocolate fanatic. He liked it just fine, but he’d choose something like vanilla over it any day. At least that had been true, he had realized before he met Anna. No matter what, he was always amazed by the amount of chocolate that such a small person could consume. It was impressive really, he wasn’t going to lie.

 “So,” Bulda sighed as he plopped down in the booth next to him. “What brings ya’ here?” 

“Well, I was in the park and decided to grab a bite to eat.” 

 “No,” Bulda shook her head. “What I mean is what are you here instead of at that church trying to stop that wedding?”

 Kristoff let out a frustrated sigh and buried his face in the palms of his hands before bringing one of them up to run through his golden locks. “Ma’ I can’t just go crash someone’s wedding just because I have feelings for them.” 

“Sure ya’ can. When it’s someone who loves ya’ back that is.” Noticing that her son was still not picking up on what she was saying Bulda continued. “Listen baby, I may be old and crazy but I know true love when I see it. And let me tell ya’ whatever Anna and that Hans guy have ain’t it.” 

Annoyed, Kristoff shoved a forkful of cake into his mouth. “What exactly is it that you're trying to say Ma’?” 

“I’m saying that Anna loves you and that you have a chance to win her over before it’s too late.” She rested her hand on his shoulder, “I know you love her Kristoff. And Anna loves you. Deny it as much as you like, but it’s the honest truth.” 

“What makes you so sure?” he asked, still not buying what his mother was saying. 

“Because I’ve seen the way she looks at you, and I’ve seen the way she looks at him. It’s not the same. She loves you Kristoff. She just needs help seeing it.” He stared at the cake, deep in thought as he ran his mother’s words through his head over and over. “And plus I’m never wrong,” Bulda winked before giving him a peck on the cheek and leaving to go wait on another table. 

He sat there contemplating what his mother told him as he watched cars pass by through the window. He knew it was crazy, but he had to try. If things went wrong? Well, then at least he gave it his best. At least she would know that he loved her. 

Quickly glancing at his watch, he sprinted out of the diner ignoring the honking horns and shouts of angry drivers as he made his way to the church. There wasn’t much time left.

Running up the steps of the church two at a time he burst through the two grand wooden doors. He couldn’t hear any music, which was a good thing he thought until he heard the priest prepare the couple for their “I do’s.” 

“I object!” Kristoff practically burst through the doors of the nave sprinting past the pews and up to where the young couple stood. 

“Kristoff? What are you doing here?” Anna’s brows were furrowed and a look of bewilderment spread across her freckle-painted face. 

Kristoff’s chest heaved up and down, his voice labored with heavy breaths that shook his entire body. “I’m sorry Anna. But I can’t let you marry him.” His honey-brown eyes bore into her glittery blue ones, a small twinkling of hope reflecting in them. “Not before I told you.”

“Told me what? Kristoff, what's gotten into you?” 

“Anna, there's something I need to tell you. I was too much of a coward to do it before and because of that, I missed my chance. So before you marry Hans I just need to let you know that I love you Anna Arendelle.” Gasps spread throughout the crowd and everyone sat there, mouth agape, including Anna. “If the feelings aren’t mutual then that’s fine. We’ll still be friends and nothing will change. I just had to finally get it off my chest.” 

Anna blinked, her shocked expression never left her face. “Kristoff I-”

However, before she could say anything Hans had stepped in between them, he looked at Kristoff like he was some kind of fool. “Gee thanks for stopping by buddy, but unfortunately for you, it was a waste of a trip. Now if you’d please kindly leave so I can marry my fiancée that would be greatly appreciated.” Hans gave him a pat on the shoulder.

“No.” 

Hans, who was currently heading back to his place next to Anna, turned on his heel. “What did you say?” Hans’s eyes shooting daggers into his. 

“I said no. I’m not leaving unless Anna says so.” 

This only seemed to make Hans angrier causing him to fist his hands. However, before he could lay a punch on Kristoff a streak of white ran past him. He was confused at what was going on at first, that was until he turned back to look at Kristoff, the scene before him sending him into total shock. 

Anna had run over to Kristoff and had meddled her lips with his. “I love you too Kristoff. Always have.” 

Hans shook with anger. In a flash, he grabbed a gun from the inside pocket of his tux and aimed it at Kristoff. Then, as if by some kind of miracle Sven came running in biting Hans on his rear end before he could pull the trigger. He cried out in pain, dropping the gun as he did so. 

Everyone was evacuated from the building as soon as the fiasco was over. Fortunately, one of Anna’s friends she had invited worked for the local police station who had called in asking them to send a deputy over with a car so they could bring Hans in for questioning. 

Wedding guests stood outside of the church conversing with one another as if nothing had ever happened, waiting to hear from Anna to see what was going to happen now that the wedding was obviously not going to continue.

“So,” Anna said from where her head sat on Kristoff’s shoulder. “Did you really mean it when you said you loved me?” She looked up to gaze at him, his eyes so welcoming and warm.

 He placed a kiss upon the crown of her head. “Every word.” 

“For how long?” 

 She smiled up at him and he had fallen in love with her all over again.“Since forever.” 

“Me too.” They held each other tighter, relishing in their moment of bliss. “I just can’t believe I was about to marry a complete psycho. I’m just lucky my true prince charming came and saved the day.” Kristoff only responded by stroking her hair, hoping that this would bring her some ease. “Everyone’s still here. What should I tell them? I’d hate to send them back home, I feel like I should give them something.” 

Kristoff tried to think of ideas. “Hmm…we could all go to mom’s cafe.” He nuzzled into the soft skin of her neck and a tiny giggle escaped her dainty pink lips.

“I’d love that.”

  ———

  2 Years Later

Church bells rang throughout the town, but this time they made Kristoff’s stomach swell with happiness instead of sorrow. 

As he stared at himself in the oak framed cheval mirror straightening his bow tie, he smiled at himself. He’d never been a tuxedo kind of guy, quite frankly he’d never been all that into dressing up in general. For today though, he would put up with it. 

While he was excited, he wouldn’t ignore the fact that a tinge of fear had somehow peeked its way through. There was no denying the butterflies in his stomach.

 A knock came from the door and Elsa, Anna’s older sister, peeked her head through once she got the “okay” that it was safe to enter. She asked him if he was ready before mussing up his hair a bit from its slicked-back style and adding any last-minute touches to his tux. “She always did say she preferred your hair when it was wild and free.” With that, she gave him a hug and left to go make sure everything was running smoothly. 

Glancing at himself in the mirror one more time and letting a nervous breath, he left to go take his place at the altar. Kristoff walked down the aisle, which had been decorated with sunflowers, lace, and cream-colored ribbons, each step feeling heavier with anxiousness and exhilaration. The sun hitting the stained glass windows cast colorful hues on the cherry wood pews filled with family and friends. And as the music began Kristoff felt his heart flutter.

There was a parade of bridesmaids and flower girls. Even Sven got to join in having the very important job of being the ring bearer, carrying both rings tied to a white ribbon around his collar.

Suddenly people stood from their seats and the long exciting wait was finally over. Anna turned the corner, arm in arm with Elsa, her bluebell eyes swelling with tears of happiness. Her wedding gown was simple, nothing too extravagant. Its sleeves were made of lace with intricate flower patterns showing off her creamy freckled arms. The dress reached the end of her knees and buttermilk yellow satin ribbon had been tied around her waist. Sunflowers and baby’s breath had been woven into her ginger locks, the sun’s glow giving it a halo effect. She looked like a redheaded goddess. 

She took his hands in hers, promising a vow of everlasting love. They slid their rings on one another’s fingers, thankful for there not being any kind of interruption. It was then, Kristoff realized, that confessing his love to Anna, two years prior, had been the best decision he would ever make in his life. Well, creating a child together from their love, who would be due in nine months time.

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[rev-krissy]

ConCon here.

..Not sure if you saw my last ask. Ah, if you did, I wanted to let you know I'm ok now and I'm sorry for, I suppose, venting. If you didn't see it, you don't have to trouble yourself over looking for it. It was long and rambly and I was upset when I wrote it, but I'm ok now.

I find it sort of funny how emotions can twist our world view. How they can alter things very abruptly and just as suddenly bring things back into focus. And how, with words, anything can change. Some people may think they don't have much power in the world but its times like these that they realize just how much they really can have.

Idk how to end this thing so ah, have a good night. Or day. Whichever.

— ConCon

Hey ConCon,

I’m so sorry to have left you hanging, had a busy couple of days with my church.

I won’t share your really excellent rant unless you want me to, but I’ve got a couple of points to touch on. First, your Theology is excellent - made me really happy and proud of you. Second, I don’t think it is immature to expect people (especially people who claim the name Christian) to do better and be better. I’ve never believed in “that’s just the way it is” or “human nature” arguments for people being shitty!! God tells us we don’t have to be that way. God offers a choice, and people choose fear and hate. You aren’t naive or immature, you have faith and hope!! I’m going to be in anti-racism training all day because I choose not to be shitty. Is it naive or immature to believe we can end systemic racism and white supremacy? I don’t think my grandkids will see the work completed, but I believe it will happen!!

I hope you are doing well. I’m sorry you don’t have safe people to share your journey with. But you are an adult so they can’t stop you from taking the journey! Don’t let them make you hard or cynical! If you choose to toughen up - just toughen your skin, keep your soul and your insides soft, loving, caring, hoping...

I’ll help any way I can!

Hugs,

Krissy