#fluff2

hi listen I’m always thinking about Ghostbur crocheting with Friend’s wool, and just him crocheting blankets, sweaters, or even little stuffed animals for people

and sure, Ghostbur giving blue originally meant something completely different, but now when he gives people blue, he just gives them these cute little blue stuffed animals made out of Friend’s wool

and maybe the first one he makes is one he gives to Friend, clipping it on their collar, and he’s just like “look friend!! it’s you!” and Friend makes a cute little happy baa noise in response

and they’re just all cute and happy, and maybe Ghostbur ends up naming the little plushie “little Friend” after his friend

@art-is-music said that adding 2Ordinate as Fuu2’s shadowside was the best idea and that inspired me to change him to an adult looking form.

Mariku finished blow-drying his hair, which he never really used to do, but Ryou didn’t allow from water droplets on his couch from wet hair and Mariku flat out refused to keep a towel around his head. He turned off the dryer and glared at his reflected image in the mirror. His hair stood on end wildly. He hated it. He tried to smooth it out, to make it look less static-y, but to no avail. Sighing, he gave up and pulled on his clothes, leaving the bathroom. He dropped himself on the couch in front of the TV and clicked it on. Before too long, he felt something… something in his hair… fingers moving slowly through the luscious mane, burying deep into the mess. He felt a swelling in his chest and his eyes shut, lips parted, and he let out a soft breath. He would blow dry his hair every damn day for the rest of his life, use only top-of-the-line conditioners and shampoos, go to salons if he had to, anything to make this happen just once more. Too soon, he felt Ryou’s hands pulling away from his head and he whined, reaching back quickly to grab his wrist. “Don’t stop…”

Without much thought, Ryou’s hand traveled up, to the other one’s head. Just a silly urge appearing in teenager’s mind. And his fingers slid into the thick, blond strands; easily, and smoothly. Mariku’s hair was unexpectedly soft in touch, and boy’s eyebrows raised in surprise at how nice it actually felt, tingling lightly between his fingers. And boy’s sight followed the movement all the time. Just a few moments of special attention before he carefully pulled his hand away.

send me ❛ brush ❜ for my character’s reaction to your character running their fingers through my character’s hair.

Mariku finished blow-drying his hair, which he never really used to do, but Ryou didn’t allow from water droplets on his couch from wet hair and Mariku flat out refused to keep a towel around his head. He turned off the dryer and glared at his reflected image in the mirror. His hair stood on end wildly. He hated it. He tried to smooth it out, to make it look less static-y, but to no avail. Sighing, he gave up and pulled on his clothes, leaving the bathroom. He dropped himself on the couch in front of the TV and clicked it on. 

Before too long, he felt something… something in his hair… fingers moving slowly through the luscious mane, burying deep into the mess. He felt a swelling in his chest and his eyes shut, lips parted, and he let out a soft breath. He would blow dry his hair every damn day for the rest of his life, use only top-of-the-line conditioners and shampoos, go to salons if he had to, anything to make this happen just once more.