#acquitatis

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. 

☯ Pure Ways of Showing Affections ║ @acquitatis​​​​​ ☯

😒 - Watch my muse do something kind of stupid but with full, begrudging, support 🍟- Hand feed my muse fries as they drive

The constancy of peril, their lives are bound to be haunted with its crawling gloom, exigent and unforgiving towards any solid fault as he nonetheless found the ways to keep oneself honed despite the seeming pacifism of medical field, similar to the sharpness of concealed tanto blade under the deceitful guise of phony monkhood. Old habits die hard, and this particular one he intents to keep living regardless... As the contrastive fields of work transformed into the union of identical professions, Ryou nonetheless prefers his own workout be extended outside the specific training halls, changing the schedule but never the efficiency of means. One of the long-told truths, to be under Hanzo’s watchful eyes is non-bothering even with the alleged novelty of observation - the multitude of disclosures, little seems to be off-putting when it comes to the strength of their fastened bond, transcendent to the durability of silk that assists his skillful limbs with the customary elevation.

Bending and swirling within the secure entanglement of fabrics, such performance can appear to be close to the risky frolic rather than beneficial exercise. And yet, with enough of diligent attention, one could spot the immense focus and cautiousness... The features that would remain unrevealed for ignorant gazes, the officer is certain to demonstrate them to his only spectator, while the spacious room remains absent of quotidian bustle - of many privileges that could be bestowed by the wealth and right contacts, to temporarily gain it under his full disposal is the relative modesty. Higher and higher... Closer to the arch of the ceiling... Closer to the Sol that could never be reached, only to... The excessive binds meant to unfurl, he descends akin to the famished martlet rather than seared Icarus, precise in his unfolding motions before the steady clasp around limiting wrap will make the inverted frame halt a few feet from the floor. Another brought piece of the snack is seized, and the knowledge of his own body along with the exhibited arts are reliable to bring him back into the proper position, upheld when Ryou is composed to gaze at his husband beneath.

“See? I warned it won’t cause you any precise rapture to come here rather than wait for a couple of hours... The additional lunch is something I might survive without quite well.”

what is your primary feeling in longing?

HOPE

In longing, you feel hope. You're on a long road, you know this. Your desire is strong, big in your chest but you don't feel weighed down. You've had your hardships, but you know what you truly seek is, or could be, not far from your grasp. Not to say you don't feel the burning in your heart for something more, but theres still a spark in you, a voice that says, "don't give up, what if?" You can be patient. You know you must be. Your yearning is felt like a campfire in rain, the circumstances say the flame should be out, but yet it burns, as long as god willing or sheer effort keeps it alive. You feel the pull in your gut that makes your throat tighten with the ache of your heart but you softly smile, it's just a reminder of your love. You aren't afraid of your feelings in the way that would make you push them away because you're familiar with them and you know the payoff would be well worth the grief. You're doing great my darling, you will find your love if you have not already.

☯ Text messages ║ @acquitatis​​ ☯

[ text to: とんちき🔥 ]: I dunno Hasashi [ text to: とんちき🔥 ]: Maybe because we’re standing in the goddamn elevator  [ text to: とんちき🔥 ]: With a bunch of people all around [ text to: とんちき🔥 ]: And I can feel one certain shithead groping me from behind [ text to: とんちき🔥 ]: Way too persistently [ text to: とんちき🔥 ]: But don’t wanna make a whole damn crowd aware of it [ text to: とんちき🔥 ]: How is that for a reason?

[ text to: とんちき🔥 ]: You absolute fuckin dipshit imbecilic buffoon you

[ text to: とんちき🔥 ]: GO HOME

[ text to: とんちき🔥 ]: Go home before I’ll limp outta my ward and strangle your dumb alcoholic ass with these very hands. I S2FG I WILL

[ text to: とんちき🔥 ]: In the middle of the fuckin night, thank gods there are none of my former colleagues around here, you goddamn dimwit

[ text to: とんちき🔥 ]: I don’t even wanna fuckin know what your intoxicated brain is planning to do once you’ll get here. Judging by your texts, something quite damn far from simply staying with me through the night

[ text to: とんちき🔥 ]: ...

☯ Put "Is this you?" in my askbox... ║ @acquitatis​​​​​​ ☯

“No, Hasashi... This is my dummy thick twin brother I’ve been hiding from you all this time.”

As unperturbed as usual, he’s more than aware of the self-irony he put within this rather quick response, knowing well which angle of this old polaroid could attract the most of the primary attention. So many years have passed yet, somehow, this very random photo made by one of the old messmates was kept nearly pristine... Care of mother hand, it’s not hard for him to guess the reason for both this good condition and the way it now got to Hanzo, bearing no grudge at her exposing the share of familial archives to his husband. If anything, Hanzo deserved to see as much as hear.

“If you gawk exactly where I know you'd gawk at now, there haven’t been much changes.”

☯ Send a word for a specific text from my muse to yours ║ @acquitatis​​​​ ☯

‘drunk’- to receive a drunk text from my muse ‘reveal’ - for a text where my muse reveals their true feelings for yours

☯ Symbol starters: Nap Edition ║ @acquitatis​​​​ ☯ 

The hospital whiteness, it drains him more than he recalled once being on the other side of its beds, never soothing for his haggard eyesight no matter the executable role while the skillfulness and direct knowledge of the medical field give birth to much more understanding patient, yet brings him one certain distinction he was never well at dealing with. Heavy injuries and catch of the stray bullet along with the loss of vital sanguine, necessary indolence is indolence all the same... Nothing to compare with the erst occurred comatose and the following torment of awakening, Ryou nonetheless struggles with his own restlessness and agitation the soon being able to open his eyes without much effort, when the bloom of another morning is likely to be preceded by another hectic night.

Still weakened, the swarm of worried thoughts is disturbing enough to devoid him of anything but the shallowness of short-term drowse. Was he alright at now?... Did he sleep?... Did he eat?... Worry wort he is, the wellbeing of Hanzo remains the reason for his concerns even when his own seeks much-needed restoration as these short visits seem to only strengthen this insomniac wistfulness - striving to find some distraction along with repose and reassurance, Ryou finds it ironic how the smartphone now remains within his grasp almost at constant time, out of coarsened hand only with the gadget being connected to the electrical network as he waits for its recharge as patiently as for the heal of his damaged sheath.

The day passes slowly and the next message awaits its reply long enough for him to gain the rise of detached upholding reflections as the random glance upon drop counter leisurely turns into an oddly soothing view. No bone fractures... No critical detriment he wouldn’t recover from decently... The wounded leg is the nuisance for sure, but he had to come through much worse back in the days... Nothing he couldn’t handle... Nothing that would... Keep him away for too... With long fingers slightly loosening their hold around the device, it’s quick to be laid upon the chiseled torso and covered by palm - another superficial sleep, its veil grows thin the moment Ryou can feel the dearness of touch, leisurely nuzzling into the cupping his visage callousness of skin out of reflex before the revealed somnolent hazel will greet his long-awaited husband as tenderly as the following briefness of quiet baritone.