#krissy vent

[lil-spoopy-krissy]

I FUCKING HATE GAS PAINS PLEASE LET ME FART PLEASE

[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

🐰

[adultcsvents]

The reason Im sure lusthounds team is advertising through vents is because any advertising is good advertising. Also because they popped up specifically when wishful-krissy (who is apparently an artist for them) was brought up an entire year later with no prompting on the succubuns drama blogs. Wishful-krissy also is seen liking post that talk negatively about these other 21+ species and even post about herself that are negative.

Replying to this, or this.

- Mod Eggplant 🍆

[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.

[caffeinatedgentlewoman]

Hiii!

My name is Kristen, my nickname is Krissy.

i am 17 and homeschooled so i dont get out a whole lot 🥲

I am a lesbian!🩷🧡🤍

I love reading, watching horror movies and shows, cooking, skating and just going out and making friends!

Shows i like watching are Steven universe, Arcane, Sweet Home and The Walking Dead!

I can be very hyper and passionate about the things I like ( sorry) 🤩

I love making new friends and talking, so if anyone ever needs to vent or a friend i am here! 🙂

[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

[rauthschild]

WHITNEY HOUSTON: THE HIT THAT SHOCKED THE WORLD

This wasn’t an overdose. It was a takedown. A HIT.

Whitney Houston was forcibly drowned in a scalding-hot bathtub at the Beverly Hilton. The official story? Coke, heart disease, and an “accident.” The real story? A coordinated operation. Bruises. Burn marks. Blood on the carpet. The water temp? 93.5°F SIX HOURS LATER. It was BOILING when she entered. She didn’t step in. She was pushed under.

Ray J was the mule. He brought her the final package—coke, sedatives—on orders from ABOVE. He was there. He tried to get back in after she died to clean up. Security stopped him. But the damage was done.

Clive Davis was the mastermind. $10M insurance payout. Spiking record sales. She became more profitable dead than alive. She was spiraling. Owed $1.5M in drug debt. And worse: she was talking. Threatening to expose secrets that would ruin empires. So Davis flipped the switch.

Raffles van Exel—the fixer. He injected her. Staged the scene. Fled with jewelry, cash, and her ledger of debts. Witnesses saw him enter with two enforcers from Jersey, tied to a dealer called “Snitch.” They held her down. They made it look like an overdose. They made sure she’d never talk again.

The note to Brandy: “Bran, he’s gonna kill me. CD set it up. RJ knows. Watch Krissy. Love you, Nippy.” Burned. Gone. But the message is clear. She KNEW. She WARNED.

Bobbi Kristina? Found face down in a bathtub 3 years later. Same method. Same silence. She told a friend: “They’re watching me. The same ones who got Mom.” Her boyfriend Nick Gordon was paid to take her out. When his job was done, they took HIM out too.

Hotel staff were paid off. One saw two men enter her suite with a duffel bag. Got $10K to forget. The bathroom vent? Had a hidden camera. The footage was removed before police arrived. Whitney screamed “Clive, why?” as van Exel injected her. That footage was buried.

Clive met with Ray J and Gordon in 2014. He said: “It’s done. No more loose lips.” That recording still exists. In a vault. Hidden.

Whitney knew things that could've CRUSHED the music industry. She was unstable. Loud. And dangerous. So they silenced her.

This wasn’t addiction. This was EXECUTION.

And they’re still cleaning up the mess.

Bobbi’s blood is on the same hands.

And that NOTE? It was a warning we didn’t listen to.

Now we do.

By: Edward Snowden

[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]

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! 🐰

[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

[krissibarks]

It’s been a rough week.