#big soft

@omgkalyppso tagged me once again for WIP Wednesday, which i am VERY grateful for, even though one of the things i'm sharing (splitting in two bc the other one is deeeeefinitely nsft and i want them separate) will be posted Thursday for Summer in Wayhaven! i won't be tagging anyone bc its so late, but here we go~

Sometimes, Tina wonders if Arlo missed his true calling. His hands are surgeon-steady as he pencils delicate patterns onto Felix’s cheeks, outlining in preparation to fill them in with bold colors and glitter. Tina almost can’t wait for her turn, even though Felix looks like he’s in real, physical pain with the effort of holding as still as possible. She’s no stranger to that struggle herself.

Neither is she a stranger to Arlo’s forceful, if toothless, threats, overcome as she is by fondness when he growls that he's going to draw a mustache on Felix’s face with permanent marker if he doesn’t stop bloody bouncing.

It’s pretty fun to watch from the outside. Sure, when you first sit down when he’s like this--all sharp and snappish and “stop moving or I’ll chuck you out the window”--it’s hard to keep still, but Arlo’s got this sort of quiet intensity to him when he’s focusing on something that’s oddly meditative. He’s just a soothing presence, really. Like a capybara or something. Friend-shaped.

🎤 withered freddy + big softy + nostalgia + aesthetic post 🎤 for anonymous 🎤