They only get in the way--

This is a callout post for Manda / OJ , who can be found at @rxsticboy / @allisgiiven / @harmxjoy / @spiritsgiven / @literaturedeath / @gcmblefreak / @familyriiden / @brcinscrapped / @alois-trancys-short-shorts and any other blogs she may own ( will be updated if she moves ).The point of this callout is not to shame Manda , have people send her horrible messages or to run her out from the roleplay community. What this callout is about is bringing awareness to the mistakes she has made , so that others can have an awareness of this type of behavior and correct it in themselves if it is apparent. We would like to thank those that helped to contribute to this callout and to raise awareness on these actions.

TLDR; INTRO TO THE CALL OUT

This is a culmination of Manda’s behaviour in the making over A YEAR; it involves suicide-baiting an impressionable minor , sending sexual / pornographic messages and pictures , gaslighting and manipulating others as well as lying to / guilting people into certain situations / acts to benefit her either financially or emotionally. Manda also romanticizes mental / medical illness’ in order to have an excuse to use them , even accusing others of crimes that they didn’t commit , engaging in hypocritical actions + creating posts that ultimately contradict her own views.

Furthermore , this is not all there is. We have further and more expansive information / evidence against Manda that we have either been asked not to share ( as it implicated other parties wrongfully ) , was unneeded + didn’t make sense in the context of this callout or , surprisingly , would damage Manda entirely if particular information were made public and as we have said , that is not our goal. But we want to stress that this is not all that Manda has done , there are far worse things she has chosen to do in her time in a fandom space. If anyone else has any information that has not been referenced here however and would want to bring attention to it , please contact this blog here.

“ᴡᴇ'ʟʟ ᴅᴏ ɪᴛ ᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ᴡᴀʏ.ᴍᴏᴡ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴀɴʏᴏɴᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ɪɴᴛᴇʀꜰᴇʀᴇꜱ.”

ᴘʀɪᴠᴀᴛᴇ || ꜱᴇʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ || ᴍᴜɴ & ᴍᴜꜱᴇ 20+

so corn asked for a lil drabble or something and god knows i can’t decline the woman, so i’m doing a lil rewrite of a 2016 ??? fic chapter i did for illumi, cause she loves illumi and she also gave me free reign so yippy skippy. also corn, u succ.

time unfurled in your palms, all that backwards ache having to go somewhere other than your heart. too old for miracles, too young to be begging for them; men like you can hardly dig out the difference anymore between the young and old. the simple and experienced. the innocent and deserving. this, here, is just a job. just a moment in time and you - you relish in it.

body made of less than human, ghosts still nesting in your jaw, you begin. methodical. old-fashioned. the way your father taught you. he taught you how to unknit the worthy out of a man, didn’t he? oh, Illumi. he knew how to tame the beast in you, the way it hungers so similar to his voice. father taught you so much. 

every stitch is important, intricate and burning. the pain always leaks out, always tinges the air sweet with something that reminds you of the halls, the carpet that muffled your feet. once, you’d tamed the halls your own, learned the quickest and lightest footsteps towards the kitchen. after, with an upset stomach, you’d relished in the success. 

now, the child is gone. grown into a men stitched with an assassin’s shadow cloaked over his shoulders. oh, illumi. oh god, illumi. 

how these memories make you choke, bring up the old ways you used to love, how you had a love affair with the autumn all those gentle days ago. now, autumn is just a season with less clients, less pouring in. you suppose it has something to do with the leaves, the way they remind everyone that everything is already dying. 

as the job falls to an end, the finishing touch needed, you pause. everything in you turns emotionless, all passionless doll as you find the starlight of a child. hair white, body hardly grown into his hands and ears. he watches, enraptured, how the job chokes, grasps at old, worn strings forged by a puppeteer god. 

helena — do you want to be buried or cremated when you die?

give ‘em hell, kid — what are your biggest fears?

to the end — do you ever want to get married?

you know what they do to guys like us in prison — have you ever been arrested?

i’m not okay (i promise) — have you ever cheated on a significant other?

the ghost of you — are you afraid of death?

the jetset life is gonna kill you — would you give it all up for someone you love?

interlude — do you believe in god, angels, and hell?

thank you for the venom — have you ever wanted to kill someone?

hang ‘em high — would you die for someone you care about?

it’s not a fashion statement, it’s a fucking death wish — do you hold a grudge or let things go?

cemetery drive — have you ever hung out in a cemetery?

i never told you what i do for a living — do you pray?