May 21, 2022
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funky frenchie sketch to get out of an art block
eisoptrxphobic:
"Frenchie?" Tenniel slipped into the room, plopping down beside his small, pale girlfriend and picking up her arm. He traced a line against the delicate lace work tattoos that covered her skin, most of which were elaborately filled in with fading marker. He was quiet for a minute, just touching. "Lewis said I made you feel bad. Jealous, or something. I'm really sorry, honey, I didn't mean to." he pressed his lips to her wrist. "Can I do anything to make it up to you?" his voice was earnest.
Frenchie tried to push away her sour mood as soon as Tenniel came in. He didn’t always catch on to her various mood swings, but she knew that Lewis had spoken with him. It wasn’t her intention to make him worry, not at all. Honestly, now that she had some time and space to think, it all seemed so juvenile.
“It wasn’t your fault, and I’m fine. Honest.” Letting out a slow breath, she drew him closer with her hand in his and shook her head. “She’s a flirt. I know that, Lewis said so, but...Nevermind. I’m fine.”
Big ship meme thingie - Frenchie/Tenniel
Who wakes the other one up with kisses // Both for sure
Who is the morning person/night person // Neither of them are really either? They’re up when they’re up.
Who is the romantic one // Also both, slightly more Tenniel
Who is the more cuddly one // Tenniel more than Frenchie but not by much
Who cooks // Neither
Favourite nonsexual activity // Painting, making art in general
Their favourite place to be together // literally anywhere
Any traditions // Getting opinions on unfinished pieces at the same time and making out between critiques
Their “song” // Andy Warhol by David Bowie
What they do for each other on holidays // They don’t really celebrate holidays but if they did absolutely homemade cards
Where did they go for their honeymoon // Also no honeymoon but probably an art gallery?
Where did they first meet // Chester’s garden
Any pets // No
What do they fight over // Color theory
Do they go on vacations, if so where // Various places in the wasteland to try and find new art supplies
Who kills the bugs // Neither (that’s mean)
Who hogs the sheets // Frenchie
Who hates mornings // Neither
Who’s cranky before they had their coffee // Neither
Who’s doesn’t like their mother in law // Neither
Who drives // Neither
Who gets horny in awkward public places // Tenniel
Who had a scene phase // Neither
Who wore braces // Neither
Who got bullied // Neither
Who is louder? // Frenchie
Who is more experimental? // Frenchie
Who takes more risks? // Frenchie
Do they fuck or make love? // Make love
Lights on or off? // On
Who is more likely to be caught masturbating? // Tenniel?
Has either stolen the other’s underwear? // Frenchie sometimes steals Tenniel’s clothes to paint in
Who comes first? // Frenchie usually
Who is better at oral and who prefers it? // Frenchie prefers giving to receiving especially before Tenniel comes back with the leaks fixed
Who is more submissive? // Tenniel
Who usually initiates things? // Frenchie but it’s a toss up
Who is more sensitive? // Frenchie
Who has the most patience? // Tenniel
Which kinks do they share? // Art sex???
♛ Frenchie and Tenniel
Send me a ♛ and I'll respond with a headcanon I have about our characters.
Frenchie sometimes doodles on Tenniel's back while he's sleeping and doesn't tell him that he has a bunch of geometric flowers on him all day, just let's him walk around with the drawings.
Ship meme Tenniel Frenchie
Who cooks: Neither
Who does the laundry and other chores: Frenchie
How many children do they have: None yet (oh no)
Who’s more dominant: Frenchie by like a hair
Favorite nonsexual activity: Painting/creating art
Their favorite place to be together: Anywhere together tbh
Any traditions: Picking out paints and things for new projects together
Their “song”: Do You Mind - The XX
What they do for each other on holidays: They don't really celebrate
Where did they go for their honeymoon: N/A (but probably stayed home)
Where did they first meet: Chester's garden
Any pets: One of Alice's cats
What do they fight over: Occasionally artistic differences
Do they go on vacations, if so where: New places in the Wasteland to paint and bring back pictures
Frenchie/Tenniel ship meme
who’s the cuddler: Frenchie for sure.
who makes the bed: I've literally never pictured them sleeping on a bed. Stack of canvases maybe.
who wakes up first: Frenchie from a nightmare probably.
who has the weird taste in music: I'm gonna say Tenniel maybe.
who is more protective: Frenchie.
who sings in the shower: Frenchie, Tenniel would just like. gurgle. Maybe after Alice reboots him.
who cries during movies: Tenniel, Frenchie knows what happens at the end.
who spends the most while out shopping: Neither? Depends what they buy.
who kisses more roughly: Frenchie pre-reboot, Tenniel post-reboot
who is more dominate: Same as the kissing thing.
my rating of the ship from 1-10: 10000 they're adorable and I love them and the sweetest babies I stg.
Tenniel stepped up behind Frenchie, his clear blue eyes blinking slowly with concern. She was crying? Why was she crying? He looked to Lady Alice in concern, and she smiled, nodding him forward. "Frenchie?" he asked, taking a seat beside her and running his painted fingers along her shoulders. "Frenchie, why are you crying? Did something happen? What did I miss?" his words were coherent now, unobscured by thick strands of paint. "Can I help at all?"
How long had she been crying? It felt like years, though it was really only weeks. Even then she hadn't spent the whole time crying, just as long as she could manage, as long as she felt that she could before it became a form of self-torture. It had been necessary at first, then cathartic, and now...now it just was. Just when she thought the tears had run dry there were more to follow. She'd tried to occupy herself with Tenniel's warehouse, spending the weeks since his death painstakingly detailing the floors and walls in delicate white patterns that melted and shifted into gradients of color arcing out in geometric lines from the center of the room. It kept her busy, kept her focused on something, and it was her own private form of grief.
She'd imagined him so many times, holding his memory as close to her as possible so that she wouldn't begin to forget him, had accepted the photographs from the curious little boy with the camera because Tenniel had never seen to painting himself as he did other people. She carried his image with her and forced herself not to sleep, not to envision the future, because what good would it do? She hadn't been able to help or save him, so what did it matter that she saw things coming long before they happened?
The tears had come again and she was too tired to stop them and continue working and reworking the patterns up the last tall wall. It would be finished soon and she was dreading it, so she accepted the crying as a form of procrastination instead. They blocked out everything else, the sound of someone entering the warehouse behind her, sitting at her side. At first she didn't recognize the voice at all without the usual distortion, and when she looked up the lack of flowing and globbing paint had her searching for familiarity.
"T-Tenniel?" She stared at him through the film of tears and the lace covering her eyes and tried to comprehend. He was dead, gone. But looking past him to Alice's smiling and nodding face, she allowed herself to consider that maybe, perhaps...
"You're alive? You're alive!" The tiny woman wrapped her arms around his neck and held him tightly against her, peppering kisses against his face, his head, his colored hair - anywhere she could reach without having to let him go.
This time, as he held her back and she wept against his neck, the tears were happy.