This post is not just a callout per se, but mostly a warning about the person behind these blogs, Kathy.
The document that I made with the help of other users who have interacted with her in the past, gathers their experience along with graphic proof about not only her behavior towards her mutuals but also stealing headcanons from other users, gaslighting, manipulative antics and abusive behavior.
I hope this post reaches out to people who are currently writing with her or people who have done it before too, and those who are currently suffering from the same thing. This document was made by me, @cryomistrss, so anything you want to say towards me, my inbox is open (and so is the anon option). I want to thank the people who participated and also those who shared their experience with me.
Here is the document, read under your own responsibility
Quite honestly it took Anna a moment to remember what her BLOOD TYPE was at all. She couldn’t recall any time in particular when someone had informed her of what her blood type was. Not even her physicians happened to inform her when she was in the middle of a checkup, or the odd times when she really needed stitches that she couldn’t do herself so she made up shitty excuses of where they had come from to begin with. Sometimes it happened on the job, other times because she was in fights - sometimes she happened to instigate them, but that was neither her nor there. Even her medical records she was sent home with at the end of an exam didn’t state her type. All it said was that her calcium levels needed to be worked on sometimes, but she was doing fantastic with her gluclose and cholesterol levels for an American, as they were stereotyped for living off of fast food and sugar. According to science, the obesity reports were high, but Anna wasn’t chugging sodas and Big Macs all of the time either.
Anyways, she she as a SMUGGLER. She didn’t work for some underground company that had her best interests and well being in mind. They didn’t need to know everything in case something happened and she needed a blood transfusion or God forbid a new organ. She certainly didn’t get millions of dollars either. Anna was a freelancer. Trusted clients called her when there was a job and she got half at the start and the second half when the job was done. Smuggling wasn’t easy, but she had learned from the best and had filled his shoes when he DISAPPEARED.
The blonde shifted her weight from one foot to the next, hands sliding deeper into the pockets of her jacket to try and capture more warmth to warm her cool skin. ❝ B+, ❞ she finally answered him with a sigh. She was surprised she remembered that at all without having to make a call to her doctor to see if they’d release that over the phone. Anna being Anna, she added, ❝ Not as call as AB but we live with what we got I guess. What about you, strange and mysterious? What’s yours? ❞
Send ‘What happened?’ for a starter of my muse injured
The soft tink! of rain bounding off the metal plating on his ped was deafening in his audials. Well, the one that was working anyway. The yellow mech slowly dragged his stabilizer closer to his chest as he hissed in pain but managed to pull his ped from the rain.
Self repair systems offline … Rebooting …▮
The sound of a train above him was even louder than the rain but there was nothing he could do about that. Not until his self repair systems came online to fix what they could. Not only were his audials damaged but so was his stabilizer … there was no way he would be able to transform and get out of the city let alone this parking lot.
That bit of information he kept to himself when he was asked what happened to him. The human that approached him was young, young enough to not be much of a threat, even while Bee was injured.
Self repair systems online …
❝Decepticons,❞ he answered slowly as his hearing slowly came back as a low tone before clearing up and being completely restored, ❝it was an ambush,❞ he added.
He should have known better. Part of him knew it was a trap but he kept going anyway.
send me “moan” and i’ll generate a number ! \ \ accepting until sinday !
TRIGGER WARNING; this small drabble/meme reply contains smut of a consensual consanguineal relationship between two adults —— if that kind of content triggers you, i encourage you to unfollow me and/or block me && block my url using either tumblr saviour or xkit.
12 for @nigellecter: your muse goes down on mine
a reddish hue colours mischa’s features as she lowers her back to the mattress, her pale skin touching the cool rich silk sheets of hannibal’s bed —— the smooth sheets becoming a striking contrast to the hot skin of her naked body —— as she watches him with what could be described as something akin to raw, untamed, hunger. their monstruous love, an affection that transcended the common sense of right && wrong, morphed into something tangible && honest – —— needs no longer hidden from the other.
her pulse races as soon as the pair of masculine, yet well kept && far from brute, hands graze the extension of her legs to her inner thighs at a tortuous pace, causing her body to be set aflame && her nipples stiff visibly at the precise, sensual, touches . he’s taking his time, she comes to realise as soon as their eyes lock on each other. as he leans closer to her a small smirk crawls to mischa’s lips as she archs an eyebrow at him ( perhaps daring him to come && get her, just not in a playful fashion as a sibling should ) —— hannibal is savouring it; savouring her.
to her credit, mischa survives long enough at the sweet torture hannibal puts her through in such a merciless way before her body ( tingling && practically aching for his touch ) betrays her && her back archs as she feels his regal cheekbones touching the tender skin of her inner thighs with feather like touches. he knows her body like no other had and touches her in a way that she makes heaven && hell merge into one —— and hannibal becomes both her fall &&ascension, granting her an honoured holy place by his side on the most unholy of grounds.
the younger lecter hisses low somewhat frustrated and needy, && , as her hand moves to caress his hair ( to either urge him further into between her open legs or pull him up to kiss him senseless, not certain of which yet ), mischa sighs —— far too lost on the lustful sensations to care for anything else but them, she and hannibal.
without any sign of warning, pleasure unfolds && melts as he moves his tongue to taste her liquid desire. instinct urges her to bury her fingers further into the soft locks of his hair, body deperate for more than careful and slow, sporadic, teasing little licks. she knows, despite how sick && twisted the nature of their relationship revealed itself to be, that if love actually exists she’s feeling it in all ways now —— as if some sort of silent explosion of overwhelming love emerges through the raw sin that takes place between them.
gripping the sheets unceremoniously to try and regain at least a little of control, the muscles of mischa’s legs tense up as he holds her waist down preventing her from arching further into a blind search for pleasure. a shiver runs down her spine as hannibal fondles her clit with his tongue with erratic but vigorous flicks to keep her on the edge. it does not take him long to find out just how she likes it best —— faster && rougher than he was doing at first, but he’s a fast learner && sooner than what she’d be proud to admit, mischa starts panting, eyes shut.
‘ ‘ oh —— fuck. ’ ’
pressure coils deeper within her wet heated center & && her muscles start to clench at their own accord, tigher && tigher until it became too much to stand. done with the tortuous little games, her nails brush the back of his head as she draws his attention to her before growling low: ‘ ‘ enough of teasing —— please. ’ ’ her voice softens a bit at the end && as he wraps his lips on her clit and sucks it slowly, her head dipping back as he penetrates her with a finger, thrusting with vigor into her as she feels an orgasmic wave approaching. yet, it was still out of her reach. ‘ ‘ ‘annibal, don’t be cruel. ’ ’
she is not one to beg, but as her walls clench uncomfortably against his digit with frantic need, mischa swallows her pride && asks him for the much needed release —— moving her hips against him with erratic moves && giving herself away completely to the hellish sensations that filled her body, riding her orgasm as her muscles pulsed hard && fast around her beloved’s finger, practically melting on the bed as a soundless scream leaves her body. there’s no salvation for the ones like them, no return to eden for the banished sinners, && she decides she doesn’t find that all too troubling —— for at least they were together.
Halloween was a wonderful holiday. In America, families dressed their children in scary outfits--or their favorite superhero or idol--and then sent them off to collect treats from real life serial killers, rapists, and abusers. There was a remarkable, almost child-like, idiocy to it all. Yet it was also the time when everyone wore masks, and those who wore a mask daily, could remove theirs--even if only for a day.
Hannibal wore his mask in plain sight for that evening’s adventure. With his brother’s arrival in town, there was really only one way he could spend the holiday. It had been some time since he’d allowed himself to hunt, and he had a long list of those who he deemed worthy to meet his harpy. That and he had a dinner party that weekend to prepare for.
A few of them were present at the same party that he and his good brother, Nigel, were attending. Dressed with a Venetian style in mind, Hannibal scanned the area slowly. Due to the depths his mask went, it was almost impossible to see the glint of his maroon eyes beneath. The only problem with his mask . . . is that it didn’t exactly make drinking wine or consuming food all that easy. At least, not without removing the mask.
“What’s your preferred method these days?” Hannibal inquired curiously, turning his attention to his brother instead of the dancing party-goers. His own hand delicately traced the harpy within his sleeve. Always close.
Already a tad clumsy Dolores tried balancing the serving tray on her arm, nimble fingers holding the edge carefully as she tried looking past the man in hope to find another way past without interrupting- but to no avail. ❛ —- sir, please excuse me. I fear this tray is gettin’ a little heavy, and I need to be at the table behind you. Could I please pass through ? ❜
