#tinymanwithflute

do you even go to church

"perfect"

slay

               ┈「 ❦ 」┈ ➤ Eyes latched onto his destination, he continued treading down the hallway with an indescribable expression on his face. The infirmary room. When he received news about Aladdin getting murdered again, his fury casted a scarlet shadow over his heart and his rage caused his breath to grow uneven. He couldn't tolerate it. His friend had to go through the pain of dying twice. Eyes flashing red, he was ready to eradicate the attacker's existence. The only problem was he had no idea who dared to hurt the young magician.

               Because he was missing the most crucial information, he opted to sit in his room until his pupils regained its brown tint and there wasn't a hint of red left in his eyes. After his anger subsided his ability to think clearly returned, he made the decision to visit his friend in the infirmary. The one who had the nerve to kill Aladdin was going to pay. Their apologies, their remorse - he didn't need any of them. All he needed was for them to perish. Digits wrapping around the doorknob, he turned it before entering the room.

send me a ♔ for 3 randomly generated rp scenarios with your character!

>> Aladdin and Yuma eating dinner together

>> Aladdin and Yuma in hand to hand combat.

Help is On the Way     Rise Against

I have my mother's dreams,I have my father's eyes,

We were told just to sit tight,'Cause somebody will soon arrive.Help is on the way.But it never came!It never came!

He’s one abused kid, that’s for sure.

From what she’s heard around the school, he’s an orphan, weighed down by the hopes thrust on him by his parents. When she looks at him now, he seems like a totally different person from the one she helped to exploit in the games. Touka tries to approach him a few times after his recovery, but can’t quite find anything to say. She wants to help, that’s all. She’s getting uncomfortable seeing a kid like him get abused so much, especially with what he’s apparently gone through.

And one day, she does it. A simple a hand on the shoulder, a brief but genuine smile directed in his direction. Though it’s an awkward motion, she feels as if the message gets across from the tired little grin that’s returned to her. She’s determined that she’ll help him out if he ever needs it.