oh-to-be-a-murderer

[oh-to-be-a-murderer]

Happy birthday Jay!!

A very happy birthday to very good fwend... well child of mine, Jayyyyyyy, most of you may know him as @peterparker-who or the kid Petey. Or the boyfriend of Wade. However you do, you know he's sweet and special and nice and is just always present.

I speak to Jay almost everyday, we either share memes, or we talk about his cool Sims stuff, or we just giggle at cat pictures together. He is my main supplier of memes and I love him for that.

If you know me, you'll know I love dolls, so when I met Jay and saw that he was too Obsessed with stuffed animals and showed me his.

The best part about talking to him is that we don't necessarily need a topic. We can just send each other pictures of what we're eating or fit checks and still have a fun conversation, without even trying to.

So to Jay, thank you for all the meaningful and well, meaningless too, conversations we have had and thank you for being there with me everytime I needed a buddy to talk to.

Tags so yall can wish him too!!!

@insomniac-lifestyle @the-raani-syntax @strange-little-spy @chuchucharlie @loulooser @thund3randrain @natwrites-shit @jayy-walker @brock--rumlow @freshcollectiion @new-phone-who-dis0 @ravonna-lexus-renslayer

[oh-to-be-a-murderer]

@falconanon

[oh-to-be-a-murderer]

hiii, tysmm for the askkk it'ss veryy cool <3

//Heyyyyy, you're welcomeee- areh behene hote kis liye haiii!!!//

[oh-to-be-a-murderer]

"They are gonna be my absolute babies" she smiled. "Thank you for trusting me with them..."

Final Open RP (Read under the cut)

It was nearly midnight, and the hustle and bustle of the city was loud as ever, no one would have ever suspected that something was wrong. No one would ever look on that building, where a teenage girl was sitting, propped up against the wall, her breathing laboured.

Inaya-or as most people knew her-Isla Ali was dying

One hand was wrapped around her midsection, as she was trying to control the blood loss, every breath felt like a stab to her chest. She could feel the thick, sticky blood coating her hand and clothes. And everything hurt, so so much.

She'd accepted it of course, she knew that there was no way she was going to make it out of here alive, her dulled senses could tell her that much.

She closed her eyes and rested her head against the wall, she was dying, alone, and afraid.

Suddenly the sound of footsteps cut through the haze as she painstakingly opened her eyes and turned to face the newcomer. She didn't want anyone to see her like this, so vulnerable and in pain, but it was too late for that now.

"H-hey.."

@sleep-deprivation-is-fun @fox-barnes @your-fav-russian-assassin @thescarleteevee @clintbarton-thearrowguy @oh-to-be-a-murderer + anyone and everyone else.

(It’s no pressure tags of course, but since this is my last rp, I would appreciate it if you guys could participate)

//Okay hi, so there is a very high chance that you’re wondering ‘What the hell mod? Why are you killing Isla off? ALSO I THOUGHT HER NAME WAS ISLA NOT INAYA WHAT THE HELL MOD!??!?!’ I’m going to ask you to breathe first of all, let me explain. First of all I was planning on doing the whole name reveal thing earlier but my mental health is a loser and can jump off a microwave. Also the thing is, I’m not going to have tumblr for much longer. The account I used for this is getting deleted against my will and I don’t know how long it will be before I can safely make another tumblr account. I’m really really going to miss y’all, and that’s why I’m doing this open rp, just for closure. Because no matter what happens, Isla is going to die at the end. I’m sorry about this and I had the time of my life knowing you people, I wish you the best of luck, and hope you don’t forget about me when you’re famous! This is mod, probably signing off.

[oh-to-be-a-murderer]

She nodded hastily "promise..."

Final Open RP (Read under the cut)

It was nearly midnight, and the hustle and bustle of the city was loud as ever, no one would have ever suspected that something was wrong. No one would ever look on that building, where a teenage girl was sitting, propped up against the wall, her breathing laboured.

Inaya-or as most people knew her-Isla Ali was dying

One hand was wrapped around her midsection, as she was trying to control the blood loss, every breath felt like a stab to her chest. She could feel the thick, sticky blood coating her hand and clothes. And everything hurt, so so much.

She'd accepted it of course, she knew that there was no way she was going to make it out of here alive, her dulled senses could tell her that much.

She closed her eyes and rested her head against the wall, she was dying, alone, and afraid.

Suddenly the sound of footsteps cut through the haze as she painstakingly opened her eyes and turned to face the newcomer. She didn't want anyone to see her like this, so vulnerable and in pain, but it was too late for that now.

"H-hey.."

@sleep-deprivation-is-fun @fox-barnes @your-fav-russian-assassin @thescarleteevee @clintbarton-thearrowguy @oh-to-be-a-murderer + anyone and everyone else.

(It’s no pressure tags of course, but since this is my last rp, I would appreciate it if you guys could participate)

//Okay hi, so there is a very high chance that you’re wondering ‘What the hell mod? Why are you killing Isla off? ALSO I THOUGHT HER NAME WAS ISLA NOT INAYA WHAT THE HELL MOD!??!?!’ I’m going to ask you to breathe first of all, let me explain. First of all I was planning on doing the whole name reveal thing earlier but my mental health is a loser and can jump off a microwave. Also the thing is, I’m not going to have tumblr for much longer. The account I used for this is getting deleted against my will and I don’t know how long it will be before I can safely make another tumblr account. I’m really really going to miss y’all, and that’s why I’m doing this open rp, just for closure. Because no matter what happens, Isla is going to die at the end. I’m sorry about this and I had the time of my life knowing you people, I wish you the best of luck, and hope you don’t forget about me when you’re famous! This is mod, probably signing off.

[oh-to-be-a-murderer]

She smiled, even though Isla couldn't see it. "I don't think so... I know so..."

Final Open RP (Read under the cut)

It was nearly midnight, and the hustle and bustle of the city was loud as ever, no one would have ever suspected that something was wrong. No one would ever look on that building, where a teenage girl was sitting, propped up against the wall, her breathing laboured.

Inaya-or as most people knew her-Isla Ali was dying

One hand was wrapped around her midsection, as she was trying to control the blood loss, every breath felt like a stab to her chest. She could feel the thick, sticky blood coating her hand and clothes. And everything hurt, so so much.

She'd accepted it of course, she knew that there was no way she was going to make it out of here alive, her dulled senses could tell her that much.

She closed her eyes and rested her head against the wall, she was dying, alone, and afraid.

Suddenly the sound of footsteps cut through the haze as she painstakingly opened her eyes and turned to face the newcomer. She didn't want anyone to see her like this, so vulnerable and in pain, but it was too late for that now.

"H-hey.."

@sleep-deprivation-is-fun @fox-barnes @your-fav-russian-assassin @thescarleteevee @clintbarton-thearrowguy @oh-to-be-a-murderer + anyone and everyone else.

(It’s no pressure tags of course, but since this is my last rp, I would appreciate it if you guys could participate)

//Okay hi, so there is a very high chance that you’re wondering ‘What the hell mod? Why are you killing Isla off? ALSO I THOUGHT HER NAME WAS ISLA NOT INAYA WHAT THE HELL MOD!??!?!’ I’m going to ask you to breathe first of all, let me explain. First of all I was planning on doing the whole name reveal thing earlier but my mental health is a loser and can jump off a microwave. Also the thing is, I’m not going to have tumblr for much longer. The account I used for this is getting deleted against my will and I don’t know how long it will be before I can safely make another tumblr account. I’m really really going to miss y’all, and that’s why I’m doing this open rp, just for closure. Because no matter what happens, Isla is going to die at the end. I’m sorry about this and I had the time of my life knowing you people, I wish you the best of luck, and hope you don’t forget about me when you’re famous! This is mod, probably signing off.

[oh-to-be-a-murderer]

Nana knew it wasn't true, if she did, she wouldn't have been sitting beside Isla rn. She would've been rushing her to a hospital or if possible, a sorcerer. Yet she didn't. She just sat there

Final Open RP (Read under the cut)

It was nearly midnight, and the hustle and bustle of the city was loud as ever, no one would have ever suspected that something was wrong. No one would ever look on that building, where a teenage girl was sitting, propped up against the wall, her breathing laboured.

Inaya-or as most people knew her-Isla Ali was dying

One hand was wrapped around her midsection, as she was trying to control the blood loss, every breath felt like a stab to her chest. She could feel the thick, sticky blood coating her hand and clothes. And everything hurt, so so much.

She'd accepted it of course, she knew that there was no way she was going to make it out of here alive, her dulled senses could tell her that much.

She closed her eyes and rested her head against the wall, she was dying, alone, and afraid.

Suddenly the sound of footsteps cut through the haze as she painstakingly opened her eyes and turned to face the newcomer. She didn't want anyone to see her like this, so vulnerable and in pain, but it was too late for that now.

"H-hey.."

@sleep-deprivation-is-fun @fox-barnes @your-fav-russian-assassin @thescarleteevee @clintbarton-thearrowguy @oh-to-be-a-murderer + anyone and everyone else.

(It’s no pressure tags of course, but since this is my last rp, I would appreciate it if you guys could participate)

//Okay hi, so there is a very high chance that you’re wondering ‘What the hell mod? Why are you killing Isla off? ALSO I THOUGHT HER NAME WAS ISLA NOT INAYA WHAT THE HELL MOD!??!?!’ I’m going to ask you to breathe first of all, let me explain. First of all I was planning on doing the whole name reveal thing earlier but my mental health is a loser and can jump off a microwave. Also the thing is, I’m not going to have tumblr for much longer. The account I used for this is getting deleted against my will and I don’t know how long it will be before I can safely make another tumblr account. I’m really really going to miss y’all, and that’s why I’m doing this open rp, just for closure. Because no matter what happens, Isla is going to die at the end. I’m sorry about this and I had the time of my life knowing you people, I wish you the best of luck, and hope you don’t forget about me when you’re famous! This is mod, probably signing off.

[oh-to-be-a-murderer]

*squints eyes and grumbles*

*tries to restle and hug him again*

LET- ME- HUG- YOUUU

You don't just how much I needed to see you-

*hugs*

[frowns and places his hands on your shoulders, pushing you away a bit]

Wow, kid, slow down.

Who are you? Why d’you do that?

[oh-to-be-a-murderer]

Thank you to everyone who got me to 50 likes!

[oh-to-be-a-murderer]

*hugs him again*

Dont be stingy!!! i need a hug!!!

You don't just how much I needed to see you-

*hugs*

[frowns and places his hands on your shoulders, pushing you away a bit]

Wow, kid, slow down.

Who are you? Why d’you do that?

[oh-to-be-a-murderer]

"I-" she was about to say something but she couldn't. Her voice couldn't let her. She just sat there holding her sister. She wished she could've gotten more time with her, possibly visited her more often but she couldn't...

Final Open RP (Read under the cut)

It was nearly midnight, and the hustle and bustle of the city was loud as ever, no one would have ever suspected that something was wrong. No one would ever look on that building, where a teenage girl was sitting, propped up against the wall, her breathing laboured.

Inaya-or as most people knew her-Isla Ali was dying

One hand was wrapped around her midsection, as she was trying to control the blood loss, every breath felt like a stab to her chest. She could feel the thick, sticky blood coating her hand and clothes. And everything hurt, so so much.

She'd accepted it of course, she knew that there was no way she was going to make it out of here alive, her dulled senses could tell her that much.

She closed her eyes and rested her head against the wall, she was dying, alone, and afraid.

Suddenly the sound of footsteps cut through the haze as she painstakingly opened her eyes and turned to face the newcomer. She didn't want anyone to see her like this, so vulnerable and in pain, but it was too late for that now.

"H-hey.."

@sleep-deprivation-is-fun @fox-barnes @your-fav-russian-assassin @thescarleteevee @clintbarton-thearrowguy @oh-to-be-a-murderer + anyone and everyone else.

(It’s no pressure tags of course, but since this is my last rp, I would appreciate it if you guys could participate)

//Okay hi, so there is a very high chance that you’re wondering ‘What the hell mod? Why are you killing Isla off? ALSO I THOUGHT HER NAME WAS ISLA NOT INAYA WHAT THE HELL MOD!??!?!’ I’m going to ask you to breathe first of all, let me explain. First of all I was planning on doing the whole name reveal thing earlier but my mental health is a loser and can jump off a microwave. Also the thing is, I’m not going to have tumblr for much longer. The account I used for this is getting deleted against my will and I don’t know how long it will be before I can safely make another tumblr account. I’m really really going to miss y’all, and that’s why I’m doing this open rp, just for closure. Because no matter what happens, Isla is going to die at the end. I’m sorry about this and I had the time of my life knowing you people, I wish you the best of luck, and hope you don’t forget about me when you’re famous! This is mod, probably signing off.

[oh-to-be-a-murderer]

Nana stood before Isla... somewhat baffled and others... hurting. "Isla..." she didn't rush, or panic or try to think of a way out of this. The gush in her stomach, her bloodshot eyes and the pool of blood around her told her it was too late.

Nana softly sat down and shuffled closer to Isla, her clothes seeping the blood in. She wrapped an arm around Isla's shoulders and softly planted a kiss in her head. Resting her own cheek where she had just kissed.

A soft, broken "I love you..." was she could let down before she broke down into tears. "..and...nothing, could ever... change that..."

Final Open RP (Read under the cut)

It was nearly midnight, and the hustle and bustle of the city was loud as ever, no one would have ever suspected that something was wrong. No one would ever look on that building, where a teenage girl was sitting, propped up against the wall, her breathing laboured.

Inaya-or as most people knew her-Isla Ali was dying

One hand was wrapped around her midsection, as she was trying to control the blood loss, every breath felt like a stab to her chest. She could feel the thick, sticky blood coating her hand and clothes. And everything hurt, so so much.

She'd accepted it of course, she knew that there was no way she was going to make it out of here alive, her dulled senses could tell her that much.

She closed her eyes and rested her head against the wall, she was dying, alone, and afraid.

Suddenly the sound of footsteps cut through the haze as she painstakingly opened her eyes and turned to face the newcomer. She didn't want anyone to see her like this, so vulnerable and in pain, but it was too late for that now.

"H-hey.."

@sleep-deprivation-is-fun @fox-barnes @your-fav-russian-assassin @thescarleteevee @clintbarton-thearrowguy @oh-to-be-a-murderer + anyone and everyone else.

(It’s no pressure tags of course, but since this is my last rp, I would appreciate it if you guys could participate)

//Okay hi, so there is a very high chance that you’re wondering ‘What the hell mod? Why are you killing Isla off? ALSO I THOUGHT HER NAME WAS ISLA NOT INAYA WHAT THE HELL MOD!??!?!’ I’m going to ask you to breathe first of all, let me explain. First of all I was planning on doing the whole name reveal thing earlier but my mental health is a loser and can jump off a microwave. Also the thing is, I’m not going to have tumblr for much longer. The account I used for this is getting deleted against my will and I don’t know how long it will be before I can safely make another tumblr account. I’m really really going to miss y’all, and that’s why I’m doing this open rp, just for closure. Because no matter what happens, Isla is going to die at the end. I’m sorry about this and I had the time of my life knowing you people, I wish you the best of luck, and hope you don’t forget about me when you’re famous! This is mod, probably signing off.

[oh-to-be-a-murderer]

//Manifesting this cuz- KAB HOGAAAAA//

bhagwaan baarish krwa do pleaseeeeeeeee

[oh-to-be-a-murderer]

Thank you, I'll take that as a compliment!

[oh-to-be-a-murderer]

Me n u

@brock--rumlow

[oh-to-be-a-murderer]

*Warps over again*

Hehe

*Kisse nose*

*Warps out again*

*Warps to your house*

*runs over to you*

*Kisses your nose*

*runs off*

*Warps out of your house*

WAIT NANA WHERE’D YOU GO????

[oh-to-be-a-murderer]

Hi!

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