#sorudier

[earthbeast-blog]

@sorudier said: PAL u WHOT!??

                          ⊕ ❝ Well who leaves take-out OUT in the open like this for FOUR days ! I had no idea you were such a p i g , Noodle. ❞

[nctrael]

@sorudier replied to your post: ❝ Could you control your Noodle-doodle daughter ?...

“He did”

“Then go ahead and do whatever the hell you want to him”

[earthbeast-blog]

thatsuitsmejustfine said: Ryuuko, in the distance: gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay

sorudier said: *YELLS EVEN LOUDER* GAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYY

                        ⊕ ❝ I hate you both and I want a divorce. ❞

[sorudier-blog]

Give this post a like for Noodle to come kiss your muse´s cheek! mutuals only !

[kusakabe-kids-x]

Puts on both of the girls a colorful bow on their hair!

What a thoughtful little gesture! Satsuki felt more beautiful than ever with the silk, bright bow in her hair. “Wow, thank you, miss! These are gorgeous!”

The little girl beside her smiled brightly at the woman and bounced a little, caressing her gift with her fingers. Her mother would also show this kind of affection. “Thank you, miss!”

Her sister giggled as she fidgeted with the curly ribbons falling below her pink and white bow. “You look just like a princess, Mei.”

[kusakabe-kids-x]

@sorudier

This was disheartening.

All they wanted was to go down to the convenience store to get some candy. They hadn’t realized that walking down a few blocks down a busy street would let them lose their father that easily. That was fifteen minutes ago.

They had been living in their old little house in the country for so long that the next few days in the city with their uncle would probably serve to disappoint.

Satsuki had decided to sit down with her little sister on the closest bench and wait to see if he would come back soon. At this point, she was sure he was lost, too. Nevertheless, she squeezed Mei's hand to comfort her, trying to look beyond the passersby for their father.

[bxstedblue-blog]

"Toochi what are you doing?"

“C’mon, dammit-” It was understandable that anyone who walked in would be confused. The vocalist was on his hands and knees behind the sofa, completely hidden apart from his foot sticking out the side. 2D’s head pops up from behind the sofa at the question, an almost startled look on his face. 

“Noods! ‘ave y’ seen a shoe anywhere- I can’ find it -- ” 

[tigerborne]

Holds his face in between her gloved hands and stares at his hair for a few seconds "You have good style!"

               good style? if it were not for the SHOCK that jolts through his veins at those words and the pink dusting pale cheeks, he might have already pulled away in long ingrained reflex, unused to hands being laid upon his skin ( at least           not in the nature of the UNASSUMING inquisitiveness of strangers ). tawny gaze widens in confusion up at her, limbs seemingly at a loss of what to do in such a sudden situation as he furrows his brow at the UNBIDDEN memory her odd compliment awakens. 

               ( a silver-haired youth, still too trusting of his fellow orphans as they led him towards a stool with the promise of cutting his hair with the scissors his smaller fingers always fumbled haplessly ; the CRUEL japes of laughter stinging the backs of his ears as they shove a broken mirror shard to his hands, exposing the jagged strands of hair and bangs that now simply grew that way. ) 

                    ❛   A-ah .   .   . thank you? I didn’t really know that this was a style, I’ve just always cut my hair this way.”