#knock off tintin

[miitarashi]

"Come you coward sea serpents!! You'll have my ship under my dead body deep into the sea!!"

The captain shouted at the men below who brandished their swords with a mocking laugh before advancing towards the old marine man who began a sword fight with the small group.

On deck, Haddock's crew including you and Tintin were no different, having to grab swords to defend your necks before a blade sliced ​​them out of your bodies. At first it seemed like just another one of those moments in which the God of Chaos seemed to laugh in your faces as he pitted you all against a large band of pirates on the open seas, turning what should have been just a trip into a battlefield in seconds with Poseidon throwing the ship into the middle of a difficult storm. Everything was going against you.

"Tintin! Behind!"

"You too!!

Grabbing the journalist's hand tightly, you pulled him forward, turning to strike the pirate who was trying to hit him from the rear, allowing Tintin to parry the cut from the other pirate who was planning to hit you and without hesitating, he deflected the blade and kicked the man's chest causing him to fall to the ground.

"Nice kick" - you praised with a roguish smile.

"Nice cut" - he did the same, looking away at a new attacker who was approaching you - "Watch out!"

He pulled you close before pushing back so you could kick the pirate's hand, making him lose his sword, opening enough of a gap for the ginger-haired boy to knock him to the ground and pull you away from the crowd a little,a task that seemed impossible given the number of pirates that only seemed to increase instead of decreasing, just like the storm that rocked the boat from side to side creating jolts that made it difficult to stand properly.

"Terribly surrounded, without much chance of survival and a horrible storm under our heads, a classic day for you, right?" - you joked about the situation, looking at him from the side.

"More or less i would say, in this case, it's exceptionally more complicated" - he replied honestly, trying to come up with a plan to at least get you two out of greater danger.

"I didn't want to agree, but..." - looking around, it was a situation completely out of control, there was no way out.

"It looks like a dead end" - you commented, taking steps back, careful not to be too surrounded while fending off some pirates with your sword.

Tintin's eyes frantically scanned the surroundings, an exit, a gap, any way out, something that could help, but the more he looked the less he seemed to see anything, perhaps due to the storm or the simple lack of options. There really was no way out. The possibility of this being his final end crossed the journalist's mind, it was frustrating to say the least, he wouldn't hesitate to sacrifice himself for you but he knew you would end up doing the same.

After pushing another pirate back at the same moment that thought crossed his mind, another one came soon after. Was it crazy? Yes, the timing couldn't be worse? It could, but at least he would have you, the way that has been running through the redhead's mind for a few months now.

"[Name],I have an idea, better saying" - pulled you again to defend an attack while you did the same on the flank - "A request"

"Well...with us deliberately marching towards death, I think now is the time!"

You said, jumping to the side and cutting a rope, making one of the sails open and hit five pirates at once, opening a small path for you two. Running and already pressing back to back to protect each other's rearguard after advancing higher, Tintin continued after a quick sigh.

"[Name], I want to marry you" - he took a step in front of you, deflecting a cut, pushing the pirate aside.

"...WHAT?!" - That was the most you could say before dodging a punch, landing a right hook on the pirate's chin and stealing his sword.

"I know. It's the worst possible moment..." - he borrowed the sword to push the man's blade down hard to plant it in the ground - "and it's crazy in this state but..."

"WE'RE ALMOST DYING HERE!" - you shouted with effort as you threw a pirate back before hitting him with a piece of wood.

"I know that! No need to emphasize the obvious!" - he kicked the man in the face, knocking him out and throwing his sword against a rope that held a cannon that slid back with force, taking three pirates to the sea.

"Oh I'm sorry, I just thought you had lost your mind in the chaos of the situation to say something like that!" - you replied at the same moment, a little irritated by the way he responded.

Tintin let out a long sigh, catching some breath and clearing his mind momentarily before walking over to you.

"I'm sorry, I expressed myself badly" - he said earnest, dropping the second sword to hold your hand.

"But I didn't lie, I really want to marry you. We don't know if we're going to get out of here alive, our chances are slim and...if we're really going to die here..." - he lets go of your hand, holding your cheek gently looking into your eyes - "I don't want to take the regret of not marrying the most amazing woman I was lucky enough to know to my grave"

Even with the cold that the rain brought, the warmth of his touch and his words were more than enough to warm your entire body to the point where your cheeks turned slightly pink and a small smile appeared on your quivering lips due to the cold.

"I couldn't have said it better" - you replied in a happy and emotional tone, holding his hand that was above your cheek. Squeezing firmly but affectionately, you nodded to him and he understood,nodding back, lightly tighten his grip.

"Captain! Marry us!" - he shouted, drawing the attention of Haddock who had just kicked a man overboard.

"Marry you two?! It's a honor!!" - he said with a laugh, classic from any seafaring man, humorous and drawn out before raising his sword again.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we all are here, on this terribly beautiful and stormy day" - counterattacked a cut aimed at his leg, pushing the pirate away - "to unite these two in marriage- Stay away freshwater filigusters!"

You were able to watch Haddock shining as captain for a short time because soon more pirates came to you and him. With your weapons raised, you both advanced against them, starting a new combat.

"You lad!" - he shouted, jumping to the ground, picking up another sword to fight.

"Aye sir!" - he responded in agreement, hitting his blade against another pirate's using the momentum of the ship to push him back.

"Accept [Name] as your legitimate wife to love her" - despite the rain, the spark still appeared with the fierce friction of blade against blade between him and his opponent - "and protect her...!" - he managed to punch the man backwards, making him slip on the wet floor and fall into the sea - "until death do you part?!"

"I accept captain!" - at the same moment, he grabbed your hand, giving you support to kick the man in the chest with both feet before putting you on the ground and smiling, turning to the next person.

"And you lil' lady!" - kicked a barrel towards two men.

"Aye sir!" - you responded in agreement, cutting off a blow that was coming from the flank.

"Do you accept Tintin as your" - kicked the sword away - "rightful" - cut off before he could reach for another sword - "husband!" - he said in a grunt of effort as he grabbed the man and threw him into the stormy sea - "to love and protect him until death do you part!?"

"I accept captain!" - you said, unable to avoid smiling, hitting another pirate with your sword, striking him in the stomach with your knee before throwing him towards others who were approaching.

"With that said! I declare-" - he defends a cut - "In the name of Archibald Haddock- Blistering barnacles!!" - he cursed irritably, cutting off both pirates before turning to the two of you - "kiss each other already!!"

Without hesitation, punching a pirate to open the way, Tintin pulled you by the waist quickly taking your lips in a long (as long as the situation allowed) and loving kiss. Your arm, which wasn't holding the sword, went around his neck so you could kiss him back properly. In the end, before they were attacked again, he slowly pull away, looking deep into your beautiful eyes, saying with a happy smile.

"I love you, my wife"

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N/A: FINALLY! i was dying to write this since i rewatched pirates of the cadibben some days ago like,it was just a perfect situation to imagine Tintin in and i couldn't hold myself lol. I hope i did proper justice to this because i really loved doing it. Thank you for reading! Bye bye!

#the adventures of tintin #tintin #tintin movie #tintin x reader #captain haddock #archibald haddock #tintin 2011 #the adventures of tintin 2011 #tintin movie 2011 #pirates of the caribbean

[frasier-crane-style]

Indiana Jones and the Dial of Destiny

Might as well give this a shot. I'll liveblog at half an hour intervals, starting with the opening.

-It's not all bad, but it's pretty clear the magic is gone. Deaged Indy always lands somewhere between a Tintin character and that bit in Skyfall where Daniel Craig's head was pasted onto a stuntman's body. It doesn't help that the director tries to cover for the CGI by drowning the sequence in murky darkness.

-There's also a bad start-and-stop quality to the action that keeps it from ever seeming to kick into high gear. There'll be a brief burst of action, then Indy sneaks around for a bit, brief burst of action, EXPOSITION DUMP, Indy sneaking around a bit. So it doesn't feel like things are escalating, more like you're playing MGS and you manage to hide for thirty seconds so the alert is canceled and you go back to just wandering around. There's even a part where the guards pull an alarm and it only sounds in one part of the train--Indy's able to just mosey along through another boxcar. What's the point of that alarm? To tell everyone in a ten-foot radius that there's trouble?

-Credit, they actually come up with some good set-ups in this... Indy hotwires a car that is immediately boarded by Nazi higher-ups who think he's their driver and Indy is about to be hung when an Allied bomb lands in the middle of the room to take things from bad to worse (missed opportunity: he should've been standing on the stool when the bomb hits, taking out the floor, so he goes from out of the frying pan into the fire instead of from being strangled to being strangled). The problem is the pay-offs just aren't there. Indy doesn't come up with a clever way out of his problems, he just gets lucky. Hell, I'd settle for a decent quip like "No ticket!"

-Indy gets lucky so many times in this, to the point where you might think it's a superpower a la Longshot. Let's count 'em off.

The bomb kills all the Nazis who are hanging him.

The beam that he's being hung from breaks.

An AA gun on the train is hit by a bomb and goes haywire, taking out all the Nazis pursuing Indy.

Voller is knocked off the train by a signal post thing when he has Indy dead to rights.

A bomb knocks out the train track, crashing the treasure train in a way that leaves all the artifacts intact.

Indy does nothing to affect the outcome of any of these, he just has plot armor an inch thick.

-I know the opening of an Indy movie is a bit early for the supernatural to kick in, but there's a weird bit where the Nazis are after the Lance of Longinus, but it's both powerless and a fake. These are our antagonists? Indy could've stayed home and it would've changed nothing.

-And you have to compare this to the opening of Last Crusade, which was real people on a real set doing real stuff, as opposed to this, which is a CGI effect on a soundstage, not doing anything as memorable or original as River Phoenix did.

Speaking of good set-ups, you're saying this is a train full of looted historical treasures... why not have every train car have some crazy artifact inside it that complicates things? Like Indy runs through a boxcar and it's full of Greek statues and he has to avoid getting crushed by them and he knocks one over to squash a Nazi and one falls over and it breaks through the wall and he uses that in some way? Wouldn't that be tons of fun?

But this is just anemic 'running from the top of one boxcar to another boxcar' stuff. All the advances in special effects technology since Last Crusade came out and yet there's way less spectacle. Even the train derailing at the end is an anticlimax.

#indiana jones #Youtube

[mikurulucky]

Ah, 1980s American censorship. The two guys posing as the king's guards just outright admitted to lying about Peewit kidnapping the princess.

In the comics, they ain't THAT stupid. They at least acknowledged that someone might hear them.

In fact, they had to get passed out drunk in order to even admit to it lol.

Another example can be found in this scene: Second time Johan was thrown in Waltriquet's dungeon, the guard was looking for a hammer to finish making the chains he was gonna use on Johan.

The difference in this scene lies with how Peewit approached apprehending the dude. In the cartoon, he just throws him off and ties him with the chains and let that be the end of that.

However, in the comics, he outright hits the fella in the head with the hammer he was looking for!

In addition, when Johan was confronting Piefroy before he was tossed into Waltriquet's dungeon, in the cartoon, he cleverly broke a tree branch to knock him off his horse. And that was the end of that.

In the comics, however, he ended up in an outright fist fight with him!

Alcohol and mild violence! Perfectly fine in 1950s Belgium, but not so accepted in 1980s USA. Come 1991, the Tintin cartoon came out and we all know how often Tintin gets hit in the head by bad guys. :p

#comparison #johan et pirlouit #johan and peewit #the smurfs #peyo #bande dessinée #hanna barbera #just thought it'd be interesting to show you some of the smaller things that were changed in this adaptation #censorship

[thatmomwitchfriend]

Just Shelly

Buildings Burn, People Die; But, Love Is Forever

That fateful night, you know the one, Shelley manages to escape with her life. Barely. But, the love of her life, the man she was to marry the very next day, didn't get so lucky.

TW: grief, death, loss of a partner, heavy hints toward necro, disrespect of hallowed ground, smoking, hints of non-con

CHANGES FROM THE ORIGINAL SOURCE MATERIAL, THIS IS A REIMAGINING!!!

word count: 3,962

When Shelley heard the pounding at the door, her heart jumped. She knew it couldn’t be Eric. Not this early. He had gone out to the bar with the boys, his ‘last hurrah’ as the group had called it (much to Eric’s bemusement). She stepped onto the hardwood floor of their apartment, a chill running the length of her spine from the temperature in the air. The pounding came again, more urgent this time. “All right! Hold your horses!” She shouted, rolling her eyes. She knew the door was locked, chained and dead bolted. She had nothing to worry about if it was Eric. She hoped it was. GOD, she hoped it was. She had heard the sirens going all night so far, racing up and down the streets. Chasing hoodlums across the city and back. What else did she expect, living in the city center of Detroit this close to Halloween? “Who’s there?” She called out, damning the shake in her voice.

Silence.

Her cold hands scrambled for the gun that Eric kept in the drawer of the small table in their entrance hall. “I’m armed!” She called out, “don’t even think about breaking in here!” A beat went by where there was nothing from the outside hall again. Then, there it was. She listened as hard as she possibly could. Was that….a giggle? Her hands fell to her sides heavily, relief washing over. “Eric, I almost shot you!” She yelled, placing the gun back in it’s place before undoing the locks and throwing the door wide. In an instant, she was swept up in his arms, a kiss being placed to her jaw gently.

“I’m sorry, love. I had to. A little spook to keep you on your toes before we’re married.” He muttered against her skin. “Can’t get too comfortable in this neighborhood, can we?” Not a moment together after he got home, and there was already someone else pounding on their door. “Who the absolute fuck?” He all but growled. She LOVED that, shivering with the idea of what he had been thinking about before the knock had sounded through the space. “I’ll get it.” He turned back to face the door just as it was viciously kicked open from the hall. A shriek left Shelley, ducking for cover from flying pieces of their door frame. The gang of men that rushed through the door were unkempt, reeked of alcohol and cigarettes, and looked like they had been dragged through a puddle of mud on their way there.

“What do you want?” Eric reached for the gun as the men advanced, eyes hungry and dark as they spotted Shelley cowering behind him. Nasty smirks spread across their faces as they saw their own scenarios playing out, whatever vile it was they had in their minds when they saw a woman they knew they could never touch otherwise. A sharp spit from Shelley at the groups feet seemed to jerk them out of their haze, mouths twisting into harsh grimaces.

“Oh, nothing. Just coming in to check the condition of housing in our fair city, what do you think boys?” Their leader, the pair assumed, started shouting as he strolled around their home. He began tearing things off the walls, kicking the legs off antique furniture they had picked together, ripping holes in the curtains on their windows and drapes on their walls.

“No!” Shelley gasped out, tears streaming down her face more with each act of destruction. “Oh, you don’t want us to fix this cheap shit?” FunBoy turned to look at her from the corner of his eye, a sneer painting his face. “Shut her up, TinTin.”

“Don’t touch her!” Eric roared, charging to fill the space between his fiancée and the men still in the door. TinTin faltered, eyes on the gun in Eric’s hand. But, he was soon spurred by a sharp whistle leaving the mouth of FunBoy. That whistle seemed all he needed to gain his confidence back, striking Eric across the face with a resounding crack, dropping him to the floor in an instant. A scream tore from Shelley’s gut as she tried reaching for Eric’s prone form on the floor in front of her. She barely made it to his feet before she was ripped up by her hair, head jerking back as she was dragged over to the bed and tossed down onto her back.

The next few hours were Hell for Shelley. These disgusting men each had their go with her, twisting her around to their liking, sometimes even so much that she cried out in pain. That didn’t really change anything, all it got her was a crack across the face, leaving a stinging red mark that burned when her tears tracked across each new one. Eric hadn’t moved from his spot yet, not that they gave him the chance. Every time he so much as groaned, he was kicked with the thick heel of a boot, or rammed with the butt of a gun so hard that he passed right back out. This went on for hours, until they were well spent out on sex for the night. Satisfied, the gang of street trash zipped up their pants, turning with devilish glee towards the figure of Eric, still on the floor. “What about this one?” T-Bird asked, nudging him with the toe of his boot.

“Kill him.” FunBoy spat, “do whatever you want. I’m late for a date.” He stalked out of the apartment, a chorus of screams following him out. Shelley begged them to leave Eric alone. To take her instead. She would do anything, but she just wanted Eric alive. She could deal with death if she knew Eric had the chance to keep going. To get signed by a label with Hangman’s Noose, to move out to California and record in a real studio. She wanted him to live and thrive. The others tuned her out, brushing her off with little energy as they brought him to his feet and dragged him towards the big gothic rose window that opened onto the street below. 

Shelley couldn’t watch, her fight gone. Her eyes closed, tears still streaming down her face as she looked away. With each gunshot that rang out, she knew she would never get the chance to see him smile again. The crash of glass breaking shattered her out of her stupor as the men pitched the love of her life out the now gaping window. Her feet floated over the mess they had made of her home as she rushed past the pleased fucks that did all of this, her hands slicing open on what was left of the glass as she sobbed down over the edge of the building. Her screams ringing out in the street, mixing shortly with the sound of sirens from just a block over. On her way back across the floor, her feet felt every shard of glass, every splinter of wood and shattered ceramic piece. She trudged down the stairs, floor by floor, and out into the night. It had started raining sometime over the course of her assault. She wasn’t sure when. But the rain was cold. She didn’t mind at all, it cooled the flush from her chest and face; it washed the blood from her hands and feet as she stood there shivering in the pitch dark under the broken streetlight. 

It only took a moment for the first car to pull up. She stared blankly at the officer that stepped out. “Woah, there, sweetheart. What happened?” He coaxed her to sit in his back seat, the warmth from inside blasting across her back, bare from where the group had torn her clothing in their fervor. Only in the safety of the Officers presence did she let herself start to cry again. In broken sobs, she recounted the past few hours to him, nodding and rubbing her back gently. Another car pulled up, shortly followed by the coroners van. The sight of that sent her over the edge again, sobbing into the Officers jacket. “It’s all right, let’s get you to the station and we can get you cleaned up and into some dry clothes.” She only nodded, all she could muster before she was hit with realization. 

“Wait!” She jumped to her feet, hardly wincing from the glass coating the soles of her feet. “I want to see him. Please. I need to tell him I love him.” She shook as she stood there, waiting for the nod that came seconds later. A call over the walkie talkie was made to let her through, and a path opened up almost immediately. That path, this aisle, gave her chills. She checked the time through the broken glass of her watch to find that it was officially Halloween. How odd, she though. That she would still be taking a walk down an aisle towards Eric on Halloween. A demented giggle bubbled over her lips, tears starting again as she took the rest of the path in three large strides and fell to her knees next to his body. The officers around the couple removed their caps, holding them over their hearts. Devil’s Night was always hard, but none of them could remember one like this in their time with the force. Shelley let everything out, laying over Eric’s chest and gripping onto his shirt. Her hands scrambled for purchase on the slick fabric, blood and rain mingling in the puddles between her fingers and knees. The officers gave her all the time she needed, until a voice called out from behind them. 

“Shelley? Eric!” Heavy boots ran towards her as she straightened up and caught the lithe form of the girl racing into her arms. “What happened? Are you ok? He-….” She cut off, catching sight of the man that could have easily been a father to her. “Eric, no…” she searched Shelley’s face, begging with her eyes to be told that this was a cruel joke.

“I’m so sorry, Sarah. I’m so so sorry, I know you loved him, I did too. We do. We love him.” She pushed the girls wet hair out of her face, nodding fast. “Come with me to the station. I’ll tell you what happened. You’re a tough girl. But’ it’s ok. I’ve got you still.” Secretly, Shelley was glad that Sarah had shown up when she did. She was dreading having to tell her that Eric was gone from them. The two held each other in the rain for a few more moments, each having a hand resting on the mans chest that they had both loved so much in life. 

~~~~~2 years later~~~~~

“You ready, kiddo?” Shelley called out into the small home she had purchased this past year, right outside the main city limits. She slung a leather jacket over her form, one that seemed too large on her. But, she fell so comfortably into it’s folds and wear. Sarah came out from her own room, zipping her jacket up to her chin.

“Yep, let’s go.” She grabbed her skateboard from against the wall and walked out to the car while Shelley locked up the front door and checked it three times. A habit she had picked up ever since the break in. Climbing into the front seat, only after dropping the board onto the back seat, she settled in and buckled her belt. Out the front window, she could see the hesitation to leave. This always happened, not just on the anniversary. Shelley didn’t like leaving home anymore. You would think things would be the complete opposite, but her attachment to home had only grown since they two had settled into the cottage style home. “You ok?” She called out her still open door. The older woman only shook herself from her reverie and started towards the car, climbing into the drivers seat and buckling up. 

“Yeah, let’s get going. I think he said he would be there around three to show us around.” She noted, starting up the engine and pulling out from the driveway, heading back towards the city. She hated traveling into the city, but she had come across an opportunity to turn their old apartment into a boutique. Something she had always dreamed of doing anyway. Owning her own little shop, filling it to the brim with curiosities and gothic fashion. Now, she was presented with the perfect space to do that. Was it odd that she almost hoped for a haunting? “What are you thinking about, Sarah?” She asked, the girl had been quiet since puling out of the driveway. 

She only shook her head, smiling over at her caretaker. Ever since her mother had completely abandoned her for that drugged out piece of shit boyfriend of hers, Sarah had grown so much as a person. Shelley was teaching her so much about being a young woman, about life and love. Something her mother could have never done for her. “Just Eric.” She sighed gently. “Yeah, me too.” Shelley agreed. “How about we visit him after the showing?” Sarah brightened up at that, knowing they frequented his grave, so the man had one of the best manicured grave sites in the entire city. “Yeah, he should know what’s going on with the old place.” She chimed. “He deserves it, he would love that you’re doing this.” She said, reaching for her mentors hand. A soft nod was afforded as the car turned onto the street where it had happened. The pair fell quiet as they approached the building, both pairs of eyes trained on the still gaping window. 

“How eerie is that?” Shelley pondered, throwing the vehicle into park and cutting the engine. “Well, here we are. You ready?” She caught a quick nod from the younger and, in unison, they stepped out of the car. Sarah came around to meet Shelley and took her hand as they crossed they street towards the hulking building. Up the stairs they went, and fell still at the threshold of the apartment. “Wow. This is…hard.” She admitted, as if she hadn’t wanted to. “Hey, it’s ok. You’ve got this, you’re brilliant.” Shelley nodded and steeled herself as she stepped through the door, still off it’s hinges. The creak of old hard wood floor under her feet gave her chills like she hadn’t had in two years. Her eyes trailed around the still wrecked, but now empty, space. The pair jumped at the sound of a third voice from behind them.

“Glad you two found the place. Can’t have been hard, though.” Thomas, the realtor Shelley was working with smiled. “How you finding it?” He asked softly. He knew this was going to be an easy sell, but he still wanted to be nice to the woman. He knew the story. Everyone did.

“Yeah, it looks rough. But, then, it can’t exactly have been easy to get anyone to come clean out after…” she trailed off. “But yeah, it looks the same. Just empty. You know?” She was fighting emotion. Sarah gave her hand a gentle squeeze and a confident smile. “It’s just hard for her, Tom. But thanks for finding it for us, it means a lot.” She spoke up. The man only nodded. 

“Well, let me know when you ladies are ready, I’ve got the contract in my car if you decide to take it.” He pardoned himself, closing the door behind him. The pair walked around the space again, hands trailing over familiar surfaces, warped now from weather and time. Surfaces that held so many memories. Shelley sighed, eyes closing as she recalled so many things her and Eric had done here. A flush rose to her cheeks as she caught sight of the built in bed platform the two had shared, over the course of their love together that bed had seen so much. Sarah followed her eyes and screwed her face into a scrunch. “Oh, yuck!” 

A laugh bubbled between the two as Shelley scooped Sarah into a hug. “Thank you. I wouldn’t be doing this if it weren’t for you.” She whispered, breath tickling the hairs at the back of Sarahs neck. “Yeah of course. I’m here for you just as much as you’re here for me.” She pulled away from the hug and grinned at her. “Now, let’s go sign that contract and get to work on fixing this place up to be a shop.” She laughed. “Let’s go!” She grabbed onto Shelley’s hand and started down the stairs to meet Tom at his car. 

Not long after, they found themselves with the keys to the door in hand, along with a copy of the contract. Shelley was, once again, the owner of the home in which her fiancé met his untimely demise. And, she wasn’t quite sure how she felt about that yet.

The hours found them once again sitting on the patch of grass above Eric’s grave again. Shelley replaced the roses in the vase, deep purple this time. “Hey, you. How’s death treating you?” She asked softly, placing a kiss to the top of the tombstone. “We miss you. But, we have some good news.” She spoke softly, other families were about and she didn’t want to disturb them.

“We bought the old apartment!” Sarah, though, didn’t have as much couth. “We’re gonna turn it into a goth boutique, just like Shelley always wanted!” The youth was practically buzzing. Shelley just laughed, she couldn’t help it. Sarah’s happiness was infectious. 

The two spent a few more hours visiting with their lost love before deciding to head home. Upon getting there, though, the door was wide open. No lights had been turned on. But, something was off. Shelley pulled a small handgun from underneath her seat and ordered Sarah too stay put while she checked the house out. She left the door cracked so as not to alert whoever was inside of their presence, if they hadn’t already heard the car in the drive. She snuck inside, tip toeing all the while. Room by room, she searched. Nobody seemed to be there at all, when, out of nowhere the front door slammed shut. Her feet raced to the front of the house where she was met with a sight she hadn’t seen in two years. “Look who I found!” Sarah beamed. And the world went black for Shelley.

~~~

When Shelley came to, the room was dark. But she was in her own bed. A dark figure sat in the armchair by the window, and as she stirred, his head snapped up to check on her. “It can’t be…” she trailed off as she was met with the sight of her fiancé at her bedside. She inhaled deeply, sitting up against the headboard. It was definitely him. His scent; he smelled of leather, tobacco, faintly of electricity if it had a smell, and now of fresh dirt. His lips curved into a faint smile as he watched her, green eyes sparking in the moonlight that was cutting through her curtains. She couldn’t help herself. Shelley launched herself upwards and into his arms, pressing her lips to his. Black grease paint smeared with the desperation of them both. They had missed each other, that was for sure. And the love was still there. Even death couldn’t break that. A groan came from Eric’s throat as he laid her back against her pillows and trailed his lips down her neck, leaving a streak of black in his wake. 

Her breath became short as he reached her collar. “Shelley, I’ve missed you.” His lips paused their assault on her skin for a brief moment. Her hands, locked into his dark curls, pulled his face back up to meet hers. His body leaned perfectly against hers, and OH, it was Eric all right. Tears sprang to her eyes as she let out her only desperate question. “How?” He only shook his head.

“I’m not sure.” His lips found hers again, cold, but welcome as always. She had dreamed of him coming back to her. But of course she had never thought that it could or would ever happen. The lovers bodies twisted together as they always had, legs knotted and arms wound. Fingers gripped into each others hair, or nails latched into each others skin. “I want to see them” she whispered between kisses, tipping her head back to allow herself room to speak. “Please, Eric.” He paused again. This time, his stillness wasn’t comfortable. He wasn’t sure that he wanted her to see anything of what had caused his death. But he could never say no to Shelley. He thought for a second before nodding softly. Untangling himself from her was harder than he thought it would be; and, leaning his torso against the headboard, he tugged his shirt over his head. Shelley was entranced. 

There he was in front of her again, the skin of his chest bare to her. But, in this moment, that wasn’t her concern. Her eyes followed the curve of his stomach, down to the three puckered scars on his abdomen. Her hands began to shake as she reached out, running her fingers gently over the scars. “Oh, Eric.” She sniffled. “I’m so sorry.” She let out a short sob. His arms were back around her in an instant. 

“No, baby. Don’t say that. It wasn’t your fault.” He comforted her as she cried. Eventually, her tears came to a stop and she laid against his chest, cheek pressed to his collar. She decided to take advantage of her positioning and lay soft kisses across the spot she knew drove him wild. He inhaled sharply, muscles jolting under her. “Shelley.” He groaned out softly. “Sarah is in the next room Plus, I’m dead. I don’t know if it works like that anymore.” He admitted, a bit ashamed.

“So? That doesn’t mean I can’t love you.” She mumbled, lips still to his cool skin. “Please, just humor me.” She begged. He nodded, rolling to pin her under his body, a knee placed between her thighs and his elbows caging her down, torturously close to his lips. “You want to feel me in bed with you again, is that it?” He asked, nosing her head to the side and continuing his assault of the soft skin below her jaw. She nodded, a soft mewl escaping her lips as her breath caught in her throat. “Yes…” he only smiled down at her and let a hand trail down her body, feeling the skin he had been longing for, for the past two years. Finally.

~~~

Morning sun came streaming through the same crack in the curtain that had revealed Eric to Shelley the night before. But, Eric was gone. The bed was mussed from where he had laid, and the pillow showed proof of his grease paint (she would talk to him about that later) but she could smell pancakes and coffee from the kitchen. A groan left her as she reached her hands above her head, stretching out. She rustled about until she found her pajama shorts and tank top discarded at the foot of the bed, and upon dressing followed the smell out to the small kitchen. 

There, at the kitchen table, cigarette hanging between his lips was the love of her life. Half alive? Half dead? Who cared? He was hers again. She smiled and placed a cup of the fresh coffee in front of him. “I thought you quit smoking.” She said, placing a kiss to his cheek.

He chuckled lightly, grinding it out in the empty cup he had from earlier. “Yeah, well. Dying will do that to a man.”

#The Crow #Eric Draven #Fanfic #fan fiction #request #requests #open requests #fanfic requests #Shelley Webster #halloween #mischief night #writing #the crow 1994

[thejournalisttintin]

My second updated Tintin OC

This is Hanna Ravenswood, Maxine’s younger sister. She's currently a student studying performance arts in London, with the hopes of becoming an actress or singer.

Some more info on Hanna:

Hanna was born a year after Maxine, having been born in 1914.

Unlike her sister, Hanna preferred a more quiet life. But when opportunity knocks, she is more than willing to take the risk.

Both her and Maxine had lost their parents during WW1, and they were both placed in an institutional orphanage.

Some time after Maxine had left the orphanage, Hanna was adopted by her aunt Juliette Houghton. They live together in a beautiful country house some distance away from the London city.

Only Hanna and her aunt Juliette were told about Maxine’s decision to draft herself into the Royal Air Force. She protested against Maxine’s decision, but decided that she wouldn't get in the way of her wanting to be recognized for her efforts.

When Maxine came back from her service and moved in with her sister and aunt, she and Hanna both made a pact to never reveal that Maxine secretly went to war in disguise.

As Hanna was attending secondary school, she started hearing about Tintin. Since Maxine traveled a lot during her training missions, she often had many run-ins with Tintin during his adventures.

Hanna had never met Tintin once in her life; the only time she met him was when she got a letter from Maxine saying that she needed some help down in San Theodoros. With permission from her aunt, Hanna left for Brussels.

Hanna continued her education some time later, heading to college in Bristol to study performance arts.

Here’s another thing I am also reworking.

Back when I used to post my Tintin OC fanarts on Deviantart, I once had a phase where I shipped Hanna and Chang as a couple. Here’s some of my old ship art of them (excuse the shit quality; these are old, from way back in 2014-2015):

As I'm getting back into the comics, I'm slowly starting to lean more towards shipping Tintin and Chang as a couple, especially after seeing some beautiful art of Tintin and Chang by @professorcalculusstanaccount.

So I thought of an interesting concept to incorporate in Chang’s character (TW, I think?, for a slight mention of homophobia):

While Chang studied at a university in London, he met Hanna in one of his classes. He was studying photography, while Hanna was studying performance arts. She and Chang were best friends, and soon they started dating for about a year.

But over time, Chang frequently visited Tintin in Brussels on exchange. At this point, he and Tintin started to develop a romantic connection.

Eventually, Hanna started to catch on. Sometimes, she and Maxine would visit Tintin and Haddock in Brussels from time to time. And in some cases, whenever Chang would visit Tintin, Hanna saw the signs that they were indeed forming a romantic bond.

One time, while visiting Tintin in Marlinspike, Hanna pulled Chang aside and decided to tell him. Instead of confronting him, Hanna was a lot more understanding. She told Chang that she knew about Tintin falling for him, and he deserved to be with him. She didn't want him feeling like she's in the way of their new relationship, and thinks that she'd be better off letting him love whom he truly felt happy with.

When Chang asked what would happen between him and Hanna, Hanna assured him that she'd find someone else. Which might take her a while, but you know, plenty of fish in the sea.

So, to put it more lightly, Hanna and Chang had a soft breakup. No full-blown arguments, just more "we should see other people" kind of stuff.

And when people soon knew about Chang and Tintin being together, Hanna has had to fight off at least one or two people who were against their relationship. Particularly in Chang’s side of the family, with some of his relatives in London trying to persuade Hanna to get back together with Chang, even if she’s already made it clear that she wants Chang to be with Tintin…

So that's all you'll need to know about Malina's sister Hanna.

#tintin #the adventures of tintin #my fanart #my Tintin OCs #Hanna #chang #i have to at least give Chang a mention since I’ve added this extra info

[dumbbitchenergy17]

Mimic Chapter 27

Returning to classes, talk of work studies brings in new arrivals and the upcoming battle brews in the shadows.

Words- 2753

Reader x MHA (Platonic)

Warnings: Battle/fighting

You spent the rest of the day hidden in your room your mind running a mile a minute as you replay that kiss in your mind trying to think of all the pros and cons to what you just did. This leads you to scream in your pillow in frustration until you lay in your bed and drown in your sorrows until the next day.

After three stressful days, you lazily get yourself ready dragging yourself to the elevator to eat breakfast your eyes glued to your bowl of cereal as your friends continue to talk over you before dragging yourself to class to sit in your seat not having the barrier of the explosion blonde to block you from Midoriya.

“Now that Midoriya and L/n are back…let’s talk about work studies for real.” Aizawa starts homeroom as you all settle you could feel the young hero's gaze burning the back of your skull as you sulk further into your seat. A knock on the door has you all looking over as Aizawa welcomes them in, “Here to tell you how work studies differ from internships…are some people who’ve gone out there and experienced it all. They’re taking time out of their busy schedules to be here, so give them your full attention. Out of all the students at U.A., these are the top three reigning third-years….” You hear Midoriya choke on his spit as three students enter. The man male leading has blonde hair with piercing blue eyes that lack scleras, he almost reminded you of that old cartoon…Tintin you think it was called. Followed after him is a girl with long periwinkle hair reaching down to her knees as she bounds in after the male while the last male has messy indigo hair covering his face as he shuffles in his hands stuffed in his pockets. He definitely didn’t want to be here.

“We call them...The Big Three.” Your classmates mutter around you in excitement to be in the presence of the top students at U.A.

“Alright let’s get right to it. How about some introductions?” Aizawa states, “Let’s start with you Amajiki.” The timid male jumps when called before he has a piercing glare that rattles you all to your core. What a stare! His face is stone cold before he starts shaking

“It’s no good, Miro…Hado.” His voice trembles, “I-i was going for potatoes, but…they all still look like people from the neck down…my mind’s gone blank. It hurts.” He spins around pressing his face against the chalkboard trying to hide from you all,

“I wanna go home!” Seriously!

“But you’re the hero course’s best of the best..right?” Ojiro asks Amajiki who continues to cower away from you all.

“Isn’t it funny that people call that having the heart of a flea? So weird!” The girl speaks up pointing back at Amajiki, “He’s Tamaki Amajiki, our kitten, and I’m Nejire Hado. We came here today to talk about your work studies. But hey, hey, hey. What’s with that mask? You got a cold or is it just for fashion?” She takes an interest in Shoji who looks a bit surprised and mumbles out an answer but her attention is quickly moved.

“Ohh, is that Todoroki I see back there?! Hey!! How’D you get that burn anyway?!” 

“Well, I…”

“Hey, Ashido. If you broke those horns would they grow back? Can they move?! Tell me! And, Mineta, those balls of yours…is it hair?! How d’you get a haircut?! Are you a tree frog, Asui? Or more of a toad? So many curious things about all of you! Downright curious.” Hado asks questions and bounces off some of your classes mates, her eyes meet yours as she hops off the platform grabbing your hands.

“L/n right! So what stops you from copying someone else's quirk and your hair did you dye it? Oh no, it was a quirk did I get it right huh?!” She gets close up to your face before her hands move to grab your white locks as your face grows bright red from the sudden contact and how close she is. Aizawa pulls her away while the last male holds his thumb up to your teacher.

“Not to worry, Eraserhead!! I’m the main act here! The outlook’s looking…” He holds his hand to his ear to listen to you all but the utter silence has him standing straight up an awkward laugh coming from him, “GRIM! The answer’s grim! Well, that didn’t go over so well!” You hear mumbles from your classes as you watch the big three act completely different than what you expected.

“I’m seeing a lot of faces that seem to say, ‘who cares?’ You’ve got us three third-years showing up out of nowhere..here to talk about work studies that you don’t even have to do. Doesn’t make sense right?” Mirio’s face gets all serious as he speaks to you, “You all got your licenses as first-years…hmph. I guess this year’s batch of first-years are real go-getters… and since our talk here is going so well... How about...YOU ALL TAKE ME ON?!” He yells fist pumping in the air as you all are shocked by his demand to fight you all.

“Seems rational to have them feel the full weight of our experiences firsthand!! Don’tcha think so Eraserhead?” He says giving a wink to your teacher who is silent before rolling his eyes and then you all are sent to Gym Gamma to fight Mirio.

“Is this for real?” Sero says as you watch the older student do lunges to warm up. You all were told to change into your gym uniforms and now you were going to fight one of the Big Three. “Yup sure is!” Mirio beams continue different stretches.

“Mirio…don’t do this. It’d be enough to just follow the manual and go ‘We experienced this and that, and it was all super meaningful.” Amajiki says facing the wall in the gym, “It’s not like all of them are raring to go and ready to aim for the top. We wouldn’t want any to be broken beyond fixing.”

“Hey, listen to this. There was once a kid who got discouraged, quit trying to be a hero, and caused all sorts of trouble. Didja know?! It was really bad. So you’d better think about this hard, Togata, or there’s gonna be pain. True-blue pain.” Hado says while playing with Mina’s horns giddy to see them move as you pull the pink-haired girl away from the senior.

“Just wait a minute…we’ve fought agonist pros before, albeit with handicaps,” Tokoyami says and Kirishima nods,

“And we’ve got experience battling real villains! Do You think we’re such wimps that you gotta worry for our safety or whatever?” Kirishima slams his fist together with his quirk sparks coming off it.

“Welp whenever you’re ready then. Come at me. Who’s gonna be first?!” Mirio says and you see both Midoriya and Kirishima step forward.

“ME!” “I’ll…go first!”

Kirishima frowns and you pat his shoulder, “Didn’t expect you, Midoriya!!”

“The problem child! Right, of course, you’d step up. You’ve got spirit!” Mirio grins as you all get prepared to fight against him except for Todoroki. Your eyes meet Aizawa who was watching you and you give him a look almost asking permission to use your quirk. You see him nod but also give a look, don’t kill the poor guy.

“Close combat squad! We’ll hit him all at once! Got that senpai? Give us your best shot!” Kirishima yells as everyone enables their quirks as Mirio stares at all of you and his clothes fall through his body almost flashing you all.

“AHH!” Jiro yells covering her eyes as he grabs his pants fixing them back onto his body.

“Apologizes. Fine-tuning this is tricky!” He says as Midoriya rushes to attack him but his kick to the face goes right through him. So his quirk made him intangible, but you weren’t certain the full extent and you didn’t want to risk using his and flashing your class.

“Going for the face huh.” He says as all of your long-ranged attacker’s quirks go straight through him before he vanishes.

“He’s gone!” Iida yells as you all look around to find him,

“Long-range attackers go down first!!” He yells from behind Jiro quickly attacking all your long-rang classmates.

“He warped!!” Kirishima yells, “So it’s not just phasing?! What kinda crazy-strong quirk is this?!” In a little over four minutes, he had taken down half of your classmates to all your shock

“This is an opportunity, everyone so gets that lesson beaten into you..because Mirio Togata, as far as I know..is the closest to being the Top Hero…even including us Pros!” Aizawa yells out to all of you as you see Mirio not break a sweat as your classmates groan in pain.

“Just the melee fighters are left.” He shrugs and quickly phasing back into the ground. As you all look around see who he would attack next before he reappears behind Midoriya who sends a kick to him but Mirio phases through his leg going to poke his eyes before feinting and punching him in the gut and just like that All Might’s successor is down for the count.

“Midoriya!” Iida calls out but it’s too late as Mirio reappears taking down your class.

As groans from your classmates, Mirio flexes his muscles before pausing, “Wait a minute?” He counts the groaning students before pausing when he realizes he missed one, “I missed one? Now, who did I miss-” He feels ice cover his feet slowly growing and he looks up seeing you materialize in front of his eyes. The invisible girl’s quirk.

“Ahhh I should have taken you out in the beginning.” He smirks as phases through the ice as the two of you stand off above your beaten classmates.

“Guess the top ranking student isn’t the best at everything.” You shrug and his eyes widen at your comment before his face gets more serious holding his hands out.

“Oh such sass from someone I helped on their first day at school.” He says before vanishing into the floor. Helped you on your first day? Looking around the ground your vision lets you see an outline of a person almost floating through the floor before their right underneath you. Jumping back right as he shoots up in the air ready to kick at you to feint you out when his leg makes contact with your body but you block the kick. Your foot connects with his chest and the third-year stumbles back surprising his classmates and your teacher, that you were able to land a hit on him. He looks at you surprised but pauses when he notices your hair floating and the red glow coming from your eyes. You erased his quirk. He smiles laughing a bit while you keep your gaze on him though your eyes do water from the strain.

“So how were you able to dodge when I was under?” He calls out and you shrug.

“Ragdoll’s quirk. Pretty good quirk to have to find people like you.” You respond. You and Aizawa knew that you had never seen Ragdoll use her quirk in front of you, so your teacher had a fairly good idea where that quirk came from. Well, the large variety of quirks you had gained in your one meeting with All For One.

“Welp unfortunately this fight is over.” He says and you frown your eyes straining to remain open. He kicks his foot out sending dust at you which makes you close your eyes instinctively which was your downfall as he disappears quickly reappearing grabbing you by the collar and flipping you over his back his fist punches you in the gut making you slam into the ground. You feel your back seize as the air gets knocked out of you as you gasp for air. Jesus, you can’t breathe you gasp to catch your breath as he gloats above you the fight was over so fast.

“I just barely managed to keep my privates hidden for you ladies’ sake!” Mirio apologizes rubbing the back of his neck after you all recuperate yourselves you hold your stomach your breathing still wheezy. “Think my quirk is strong?” He asks and your classmates all yell out at him.

“Way too strong!” And totally unfair from where I’m standing!” “You can phase and warp? What’re you some kinda hybrid like Todoroki?!”

“Oh, Oh, can I say your quirk? Can I? Can I? It’s Permeation!” Hado jumps up and down holding her hand up before spilling his quirk.

“Nope, I just got one!! It’s permeation! When I activate my quirk across my whole body I pass through anything and everything! And everything includes the ground itself!” Mirio explains the extent of his quirk though it was a simple quirk he had created to become powerful. To be able to fight but the second you use your quirk you can’t, breathe, see, hear, or feel anything and was able to become the top 3. It was impressive.

“I’ve taken up a lot of your time, but this is why we had to fight! Because experience teaches more than words ever could! During our work studies, we weren’t just guests, but genuine sidekicks! We were treated like pros! And let me tell you, it was terrifying. We dealt with life-and-death situations! But scary or not, painful or not, it was the sort of top-notch experience you can’t get from school alone.” Mirio says holding his hand out before bringing it into a fist, “I turned my work-study experience into power that’s allowing me to reach for the stars! Which is why even if you’re scared, I wholeheartedly recommend it to you first-years!!” You couldn’t help but feel the same aura that a Pro-Hero speaks but you couldn’t help but grimace at the similarity that caused a chill down your spine. He seemed like the perfect All Might of your generation, always with a smile on his face. But you knew the truth the false smile he had put up.

“Alright, everyone time to head back,” Aizawa says as you all start heading back to class. Your eyes draw back to Mirio as he talks to his classmates his words ringing in your head.

“Oh such sass from someone I helped on their first day at school.”

You try racking your brain from where you could have seen him when it hits you. When you were heading to Recovery Girl’s office after you just discovered your quirk. You had passed out right as someone walked out and they brought you inside. Was it him?

The day continues and you all return to the dorms as you head to your room your gaze catches with Midoriya both of you frozen for a second before you turn away walking quickly to the elevator as he watches you leave a saddened expression on his face.

Lying in your bed you can’t help but notice this gut feeling that seems to linger on you as you stare at the ceiling trying to ignore it but not able to. Closing your eyes an almost weightless feeling covers you as you seem to drift to sleep, though this one is different than any other.

“Sir!” A sidekick burst through the doors of her boss's office in a hero’s agency somewhere in Japan and yells out distress written on his face, “Movement in the stars is telling me…today’s gonna be another boring day!”

A man looks away from his papers his yellow eyes glaring at his sidekick, “The full report. Make it quick.”

“Right! The young leader of the villain team we’re investigating, Overhaul…it seems he’s made contact with the League of Villains!”

Two villains stand across each other in the warehouse one covered by a plague doctor’s mask and the other by their father’s hand.

“He ain’t such a bad guy once you get a chance to talk to him!! So I told him to come to you Shigaraki! He’s kinda creepy!!” Twice says pointing at the new man in the room as Shigaraki reads the man’s intentions.

“Quite a whopper…you’ve got landed for us…Twice.”

Almost reaching out to that feeling you sense dread as you sit up quickly as the feeling intensifies finding yourself in a warehouse staring at the League and a new contender as you instantly take in one person.

“Tenko.”

#mha #mha x reader #bakugou x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #izuku midoriya x reader #midoriya x reader #denki kaminari x reader #kaminari x reader #kirishima ejiro x reader #kirishima x reader #shoto todoroki x reader #todoroki x reader #shinso hitoshi x reader #shinsou x reader #tomura shigaraki #shigaraki tomura #aizawa sensei #shota aizawa #all might #mimic series

[aboardthescheherazade]

3, 11 and 40 for that Ask game! I hope you're having a great holiday season :)

Thank you, I am! I've been visiting with my mother and siblings throughout the month, and I got a gift card as a Hanukkah gift, so I ordered a few cute Tintin character pins. (I'll of course take pictures of them when they arrive!) I did get #11 earlier, so its answer is over here

3. Fave character?

I'm sorry Tintin, but

40. Any idea for a new Tintin's adventure?

Hmm...I've sometimes thought about a post-Alph Art story (doesn't have to be specifically Rodier's Alph-Art), along the lines of Castafiore Emerald where there's no big danger, just the characters bouncing off each other. Captain Haddock finally gets more time to explore the art world with Ramo Nash, and not only does he try his own hand at painting (something that was in Herge's original story considerations), but he starts to really bond with Ramo...finally, Haddock has someone his age in the squad, and he can actually have a decent conversation with him. Maybe Haddock realizes his own infatuation (wording that is in the official Alph-Art publications), and comes to accept it, getting closer to Ramo romantically. Basically it's just "Haddock finally gets to de-stress and learns to paint"

Elsewhere, since the floating timeline has moved over the 1970s, Tintin the Eternal 1930s Boy listens to a funk record for the first time and it knocks his shit sideways

#asks

[patheticprogrammingperson]

Welcome, to maybe the oddest Tintin, that is, if you look a little below the surface.

That's right, King Ottokar's Sceptre, featuring some thinly-disguised nazis.

Plot-line

As in The Broken Ear, we have a heist plot, but this time, it is mixed with war.

We open on Tintin, finding a briefcase on a bench, and taking it back to the address on the label, meets Professor Alembick, a sigillographer, who Tintin promptly agrees to accompany him to the small European country of Syldavia, and a few assassination attempts later, off they go.

However, Tintin is dropped out of the plane and lands in a trailer of gay, with Snowy coming down safely by parachute.

One friendly debate with police later, and dodging yet another assassination attempt, Tintin meets the Milanese Nightingale, promptly runs away, and finally gets captured, and escapes via another failed assassination attempt.

Finally getting to Klow, capital of Syldavia, Snowy steals a dinosaur bone, and Tintin attempts to arrange a meeting with the king, but another assassination attempt attempts, and Tintin enters by force, and gets carried off by police again.

I think I should explain what on earth Tintin wants to speak to the king for, on the flight, Tintin read a magazine, and learnt that the titular sceptre gives the bearer control of the country, and Tintin thinks that the professor has been replaced by an imposter, as part of a scheme to steal the sceptre, and in turn, the country.

Anyway, Tintin is captured, locked up, transferred, but the transfer van crashes, Tintin fakes a concussion, and heads back to the palace, and almost gets run over by the King, finally getting to speak to him.

Tintin promptly convinces the king, and off to the castle where the Sceptre's kept, where, in the treasure chamber, they discover the guards, the professor, the photographer, all knocked out, the display case open, and the scepter gone.

Now, we have the events of the plot laid out, but I'll wait to explain it till the end.

There is some back-and-forth, Tintin works it out, and finds the crooks, in the woods, with the sceptre, and they run, of course, Tintin pursues, and some back-and-fourth later, Tintin has the sceptre, and is overlooking a hidden airfield, stocked with fighter aircraft. Tintin steals one, and makes their way back to Klow, the sceptre is saved, Tintin gets a medal, and the plot wraps up with the Thom(p)sons nearly downing.

So, that's the plot, but what about the plot?

The core element of the scheme was the professor, who had the rare chance to be in the same room as the sceptre, and so they kidnapped him, and his twin brother took his place.

Once they were in the room, the plan was simple, the camera's flash-bulb contained a sedative gas, released when it went off, the photographer, part of the plot, somehow prevented himself from being knocked out.

The key element is getting the sceptre out of the room, which was achieved through the camera itself, modified to be able to launch the sceptre through the window's bars

For once, the plot makes perfect sense, by Tintin standards, there are no real jumps of logic.

Characters

Right, character, this is a bit of a weak point, in my opinion.

Other than the professor, who does have some personality, the rest are rather bland, take the king for one, what can you infer about his character from his depiction?

I'm not saying that they're all pointless nothings, but they do somewhat take a backseat to the plot itself.

Things I like

Well, obviously, the plot, it finally feels properly cohesive, with the true extent of it being gradually revealed, and almost no random chance (other than Tintin not dying when they fall of out a plane)

The setting is excellent as well, a subtle fantasy air to the world, while staying somewhat grounded

Now, because there's not really anywhere else to put it, let's talk about the second world war.

Syldavia and Borduria are, in fact, a simile for Belgium and Germany, placed at in the days before the war, dressed in a southeastern European coat as they may be.

Now, how do I know this? Well, it's not exactly hard to deduce the Messerschmitt Bf-109s, the red flag with white circle and black symbol (though that was altered in late versions), even the name of the leader of the "Iron Guard", the group that orchestrated the whole thing, is named Müstler, a not-so-subtle portmanteau of Hitler and Mussolini./

That aside, I really like the use of a magazine as exposition, it feels like a natural way to convey the information.

Things I don't

This bit's kind of hard to write, as there's not really anything I obviously dislike, and so, guess what? that's right, it's nitpick time!

The professor blindly trusts Tintin

Tintin just happens to hear the professor being kidnapped over the phone.

Tintin doesn't die falling into a pile of hay, and also falls into the hay

Troublesome bits

As far as I can see, this book is entirely non-racist, However, I must remind you, I am not an expert in racism, and may have missed something.

Silly bits

Tintin visits a restaurant which would later move to London, and become a meeting-place for Soviet spies during the Cold War

The Thom(p)sons

Tintin's beard theft

Snowy just happens to fall on a parachute

Snowy steals from a museum

The Thom(p)sons destroy a chandler

Conclusion

This is it

Finally

Tintin feels like Tintin, and it only took 8 books

Highly recommended, go read

Sources

King Ottokar's Sceptre

Sigillography

The Voronov Plot

#include <stdio.h> #book review #tintin

[dragonsarecool]

Whumptober Day 5 - Blood Loss

Five: Blood Loss

A/N: My take on an early scene from 'The Calculus Affair'.

He hated snooping around the gardens this late at night, especially in this sort of weather. Although the rain had stopped some time ago, the chill was still evident in the air. The wind rustled the leaves above his head and irritated the hairs in his quiff.

What truly irritated him, however, was the fact that they still hadn't found the mysterious shooter running amok around the grounds.

The squelching of his shoes in the damp ground filled the eerie silence of the surrounding foliage. Although they had found the Professor unharmed, the sight of a bullet hole only centimetres above his forehead had made both him and the Captain extremely concerned.

Tintin was about to suggest they start searching near the front of the estate when Snowy's enthusiastic barking drew his attention. "What is it, boy?"

Quickly spotting Snowy sitting next to an unconscious body lying supine on the grass, Tintin instantly sprinted to his side, with the Captain not far behind.

The unconscious body was a man dressed in a blue trenchcoat, with a silver handgun lying about a metre away from his hand. Tintin guessed he was probably around thirty or forty years old, with a few black follicles being the only remainder of his hair. He also realised there was a nasty lump beginning to grow on the front of the man's head. Wonder what he got knocked out with?

"Thundering typhoons!.…Is he..?" Haddock trailed off, staring at the man in horror.

Tintin quickly grabbed the man's wrist, feeling intently for a pulse. "…No. He's alive!"

Haddock whispered a silent prayer of thanks as his eyes travelled to the handgun, snatching it up in his hand. A quick examination of the bullet chamber proved his suspicions. "Blistering barnacles, so this man is the shooter!"

"We'd better contact the police." Tintin said grimly. "And probably an ambulance for him, as well."

"Thundering typhoons, Tintin, do you expect me to call for help for this man?! This, this scoundrel?! He tried to kill Calculus!"

"Captain, if he dies, the police will be pointing fingers at us." Tintin gave the Captain a steely gaze.

Unwilling to pursue the matter any further - and unwilling to admit that Tintin was right - Haddock reluctantly nodded. "I'll take care of it. You stay here with him!"

Tintin watched as the older man sprinted towards the house, the intruder's handgun being slipped into his jacket pocket. He was about to tell Snowy to stay with him, but instead decided a run back to the house would be some good exercise for him, and watched as he took off beside the Captain. Turning back to the unconscious man, he shifted his own coat off and began folding it into a makeshift pillow, gingerly sliding it under the man's neck.

He wasn't sure how long he'd been kneeling by the man's side, but he was still startled when the man let out a small groan. His eyes began flickering open, though Tintin could instantly tell from his unfocused gaze that he had a concussion.

"You'll be alright," Tintin hoped his tone sounded comforting, but he was still suspicious. If there is an operation of some sort to kill Calculus, surely he wouldn't be the only one involved? Calculus certainly couldn't have knocked him out-

His thoughts were interrupted when he heard a familiar click next to his ear. "But you won't be. Hands up!"

Swallowing his nerves, Tintin slowly rose and lifted his hands. He was about to turn around and deliver a punch to the armed man when the Captain's voice made him jump.

"TINTIN!" The Captain called faintly. "TINTIN?!"

Tintin had barely opened his mouth to reply when he felt the familiar pain of a bullet ripping through his flesh. He released an ear-piercing scream as he collapsed, though his ears were ringing so badly he couldn't hear himself. He barely noticed as he landed on top of the semi-conscious man, for all he could feel was the fire tearing through the nerves in his shoulder - at least, he thought it was his shoulder.

Nausea bubbled in his throat as he fought the urge to retch. He vaguely registered a foreign-sounding curse from the second man before he was violently pushed off the unconscious man. Gasping, Tintin tried to force himself to stand, only to receive a blow on the back of his neck. He gave a strangled croak as he fell face first into the grass, a warm stream of blood beginning to flow down his arm. I think it's in my shoulder…Oh, mon Dieu…

He desperately tried to force himself to stand, but his body refused to cooperate; his muscles seemed to twitch sporadically as he remained in a helpless, curled heap. The ringing in his ears slowly began to clear, allowing him to hear the whimpers that continually escaped his mouth. I don't remember it hurting this bad last time…?

"TINTIN!"

..Captaine…?

"TINTIN!" Haddock fell on his knees at his friend's side. He gingerly turned the younger man onto his back, letting out a variety of colourful English curses at the sight of the a rapidly-growing collection of blood on Tintin's sweater. He pulled the collar of the garment down to reveal a seeping, black bullet wound; from his limited experience with firearms, it appeared to be a clean shot through the left shoulder. The Captain fought the nausea that bubbled at the site of Tintin's shattered collarbone, with small fragments poking out from the hole.

All that Haddock cared about in the moment, however, was the amount of blood steadily flowing from the wound. It had already stained his fingertips and was quickly spreading its way through Tintin's undershirt. "Thundering typhoons, Tintin! Talk to me!"

"Hmmnn…" Tintin groaned through gritted teeth.

The Captain's stomach clenched at the paleness that decorated the young man. He desperately searched his pockets before producing a handkerchief, shoving it as far as he dared into the bullet hole. Although it was thin, he prayed it would be enough to stem the bleeding until they reached Marlinspike.

"Merde!" Tintin let out a strangled moan, hovering between states of consciousness. "Dieu sauve-moi!"

Although the Captain didn't know a lot of French, he knew it was serious when Tintin began spitting out sentences in his native tongue; the young man was so insistent on using English when amongst friends. "Come on, Tintin! I can't leave you here; we have to get back to the house."

When he realised he wasn't going to receive any lucid answers from the reporter, Haddock grabbed Tintin's right arm and hoisted it around his own shoulders, heaving the young man onto his feet. "You with me, lad?"

"…Captaine…la douleur…" Tintin mumbled, his head lolling forward.

Haddock assumed the boy was referring to the pain. "I'll do most of the work, lad; just stay awake for me, okay?"

"Hmmnnnn…Captaine…"

As he half-dragged, half-pulled the young man through the grounds, Haddock noticed that his handkerchief had not achieved much in the way of stemming the bleeding. Most of Tintin's sweater had turned red, and in the twilight, he looked as pale as the moon itself. The arm tucked around Haddock's shoulders had begun feeling clammy, and he realised there was sweat dripping down the young man's face.

Haddock tried to swallow his nerves, forcing himself to walk faster. Blistering barnacles, I wonder if it hit something important this time…

"Captaine?…"

Haddock jumped. "Tintin! You with me, lad?!"

"Why…tree…spinning?…" Tintin slurred, his head barely moving.

"Because you're bleeding all over my property, Tintin!" Haddock wasn't sure if the joke was appropriate, but it helped to calm his nerves. He sighed as he finally saw the faint outline of his faithful butler in the distance. "Stay awake a little longer, okay, lad? NESTOR! OVER HERE!"

The butler instantly began sprinting towards them. Tintin let out another groan as his legs finally gave out, going completely limp in the Captain's grip.

"Blistering barnacles!" Haddock gazed at his friend in dismay. "TINTIN!"

He could no longer ignore the pain in his shoulders from carrying the young man. Dropping to the ground, Haddock let out a cry at the agony in his arm as Tintin’s weight was shifted away. Oh, lad...

******

"You, young man, are incredibly lucky."

Tintin blinked. He'd only been awake for a minute or so, and the doctors were already hounding him. Guess I should've expected this, since I've nearly died for the two-hundredth time.

"That bullet nicked one of your subclavian arteries; if it had been any closer, you'd be lying on a table in our morgue right now," The doctor finished writing on his clipboard, giving Tintin sympathetic smile. "I'll leave you to get some rest, but you do have a visitor who is very eager-"

"BLISTERING BARNACLES, LET ME SEE THE LAD! I'LL BE QUIET!"

Tintin gave the doctor a weak smile. "Let him in, sir. I think he'll break down the door if you don't."

******

Despite only being in hospital for two days, Tintin had decided that was long enough. The Captain had made his disapproval very clear ("You nearly died in my arms, lad!"), but the young man was determined to protect the Professor.

"And besides, Captain," Tintin had said, "you know how much I hate being in hospitals."

After much discussion with the doctors, it was decided Tintin could return to Marlinspike under strict medical supervision. He was not to overexert himself in any shape or form, and a nurse would attend the house daily to check on him.

Of course, no one believed Tintin would actually obey these instructions, but they allowed him to hobble out of the hospital anyway.

Haddock's arm was once again tucked around his shoulder, providing the young man with the strength he currently lacked.

This time, Haddock thought, we will walk together.

A/N: Translations:

Merde = shit

Dieu sauve-moi = God save me

La doubler = the pain

#tintin #adventures of tintin #fanfiction #fanfic #whumptober #whumptober2022

[the-very-rubiest]

.... tumblr's doing the thing again where it deletes or reloads the page in the middle of an ask. I just wanted to say I got your ask (and Laura's, hi!) and I definitely didn't cry about it, no! And I need to go to sleep now (or yk, an hour ago) but have some random distractions before you get your results (which will be FINE of course! 😌🍀🦝💖)

Good night, sleep well, your results will be fine I'm sure ✨🍀💖🦝🌈💗💜💙

I—did you just dump your whole meme folder into my askbox? Amazing. This is delightful. I didn't expect this at all, you're the best 💕💞💗

Losing it at the owl that's too fat to fly 😭 And the terrible rhyme! Also love how the comic you sent me is a Ruthe comic, i.e. originally in German, but for whatever reason you sent me the Russian translation and I understood it. Reading Cyrillic my beLOATHED. I feel it though, kitty is a priority ✨

Meanwhile, WTF is that chicken doing? What is that thing it's holding? Why did the chicken cross the road??? I need answers!

THE TRUCK OMG I'm showing that pic to my dad STAT. The Asterix comics were my childhood (along with Tintin), thanks for the memory. My dad and I are constantly quoting them at each other, he's gonna love this! (The license plate though—)

The cat! Story time! Let me tell you something! So I don't know if you know this but I used to have two cats for some years as a kid. One of them was a former stray that refused to be kept inside. The other was an Idiot (affectionate) and during the Christmas season, guess what he did? Climb. The. Damn. Tree. Constantly. Miraculously he never knocked it over, mostly because we had a string of bells on the tree so every time we heard the jangle-jangle-jangle I sprinted over at Mach 5 yelling "TIGER! GET DOWN THERE!" and picking him off like an overripe fruit. For some reason he still kept doing it because…cats, I guess?

(Fun fact: that same idiot also always stole some ornaments from the lower branches and played with them like they were cat toys. We kept finding random straw ornaments scattered around the place until like…June.)

And then the BC pics! Love how they're all sweet and adorable, then there's that One (1) blurry screencap of Little Gremlin sneaking the pizza. Very relatable. Although I'm not sure if the Joonas-and-dog pic is cute or slightly concerning, they both look pretty tired…

(Pot, kettle, much?)

Thank you! All of these really did cheer me up and made me laugh and smile, thanks, I needed this ❤️ Glad to hear my ask moved you too! And now we both sleep. Good night, you weird little raccoon, sweet dreams and may tomorrow be a good day for both of us!

#can you tell this made me really happy? because it did make me really really happy #but tumblr stop reloading the ask page challenge smh #ask #itsfandomsgalore #talk corner #is multilingual chaos™ how we communicate now? i think i'm fine with that #long post

[santostrife]

I asked nekropsii this so now I'm gonna ask you this! if you want at least. sov characters you could be roommates with comfortably vs sov characters you couldn't even share a room with if paid

Heya!! This question is so fun so thanks for sending!

Most of the crew is pretty unanimous with our opinions, and I'm much of the same, but it's a fun hypothetical! so here we go,

WARNING: LONG AS HELL

[PLAYERS]

[ Cynical Itinerant - Cytin - Tintin ] Abso. Cool-o-rama Over Here. Would absolutely love to be a roomate with this dude! Learning how to say shit in Latin would be FUN.

[ Dynama Zarrow ] Nope. Either the religious talk would drive me stir crazy or I'd drive them stir crazy with the fact that I make several jokes About God, and various other things.

[ Tejuri Kromab ] Hell yeah! Granted our Southern-Hospitality might collide a bit, but not in anyway negative! I'd be interested in what she's writing just out of pure curiosity. I am sharing some sweet tea with her.

[ Presae Covnul ] Split. Doesn't know half of the electrical appliances I'd be using, and would probably tear them apart. But otherwise seems like a pretty chill roomie! Would make a mean soup that would cure me of all diseases.

[ Pardus Rubato ] Split. Would probably blare the music she's working on at 2 am. While the music in itself is impressive, but I'd be tormented with unwarranted AMV's every time I take my headphones off. But I must also consider that, 1. is kitty 2. PARKOUR.

[ Retris Morage ] Wouldn't Mind! Having a decent place wouldn't be out of the question, and a pretty nice guy once you befriend him! Probably would pester him with too many questions though given his knowledge.

[ Ajax Barrett ] I don't see why not! Watching shitty or good movies sounds like an absolute TIME with him, plus I'd like to take him to a rage room and absolutely Wail on a TV.

[ Emeric Sargas ] Split. We'd need an entirely separate ventilated room so I don't get attacked by fumes that could kill me, but otherwise would be a fun roomie! I think they'd be interesting to talk to, even if my brain would get melted a little. But I'm pretty sure it's already halfway there on it's own.

[ Kausat Stolar ] ...Split, but leaning on yes. Got the same interest of Weird Houses. Although he takes it a bit more... Seriously then I do. Would absolutely not go with them on a Abandoned House exploration, but would absolutely make him Worse by showing him the game "ANATOMY".

[ Tomiei Aerras ] Eeeehhhh...... No. She's hilarious, no doubt, but Hardcore Tiktok People scare me.

[ Annomi Errata ] Absolutely not. I think I'd knock him out cold out of pure reflex if he even breathed at me wrong.

[ Pleome Alrium ] 100% Yes. Sweet guy!! Cool Hobbies!! Beach trips sounds like an absolute Blast with this guy!! What more could you want!

[NPCS]

[ Inaniloquent Commander - Inaco ] Split, leaning on no. On one hand, the garden would FLORISH. On the other, no leniency on rules would probably jack up my anxiety real bad.

[ Argebi Kromab ] Unsure... I'm sure she's wonderful, and the package deal with Khanda doesn't bother me too much, but it's a living situation where it'd drift more into "You do your thing, and I do mine". Can't really say for sure why!

[ Meseri Covnul ] No, but for my own safety & sanity. I'd like to keep my skeleton, thank you.

[ Khanda Morage ] Split. He'd tell me something Entirely Untrue, and the worst part is that I might believe him if I have no knowledge of the subject in the first place. Would be embarrassing in the long run. But, is hilarious, and probably plays a mean DND game.

[ Arsine Sargas ] Running so so far away. She'd get a wiff of my brainworms and use them to her advantage. No thanks. + The apartment would smell like wet cigarettes' 24/7.

[ Ochosi Stolar ] Split. High energy would probably get me pretty exhausted after a while, but in moderation would be pretty cool! Would give me near heart attacks though with the kinda stunts he's doing.

[ Dulvyx Errata ] Nope. Absolutely not. A thousand times no. Self Proclaimed "Empaths", scare me.

[ Atrisa Alrium ] HELL yes. Seems so sweet. And our grocery list would include a gallon of Women Respecting Juice. I wouldn't allow myself to get dragged to a bar, but small socialization events would be healthy for me I think!

#rambles rambles rambles #santos.pesterlog #cynical itinerant #cytin #tintin #dynama zarrow #tejuri kromab #presae convul #presae covnul #pardus rubato #retris morage #ajax barrett #emeric sargas #kausat stolar #tomiei aerras #annomi errata #pleome alrium #inaniloquent commander #inaco #argebi kromab #meseri convul #meseri covnul #khanda morage #arsine sargas #ochosi stolar #dulvyx errata #atrisa alrium #sovereignstuck #sovstuck

[bnha-ramblings]

#96: Miritama

With a close up of Tamaki’s galaxy coat that I love

@itsmyusualweeb

#miritama #boku no hero academia #bnha #my hero academia #mha #ship art #mha art #bnha art #amajiki tamaki #suneater #sweet gremlin boi #togata mirio #le million #knock off tintin

[lesserfandomappreciation]

Tintin headcanons for haddock and tintin's friendship, and any little quirks or symbiotic things that happen with them while solving mysteries, fighting, or just all around hanging out or working together?

I love character dynamic asks! You absolutely can have these, Tintin is one of my fav comics from childhood!

Tintin and Haddock Friendship (Tintin)

Two emergency travel bags sit in Haddock Manor. One is for summer - lighter clothing, smokes, whiskey, a sunhat - while the other is for the coldest of the cold. The dear Captain isn't going on a varied vacation, far from it. He packed these after the 3rd or 4th adventure with our favorite intrepid reporter where he got dragged along and barely had time to pack extra underwear. Now, whenever a phone call comes ringing in about some "lead in the jungles of Brazil" or a "lost city in the Alpine Mountains" the Captain needs only grab a bag and go. Better to be safe than sorry.

Tintin is rarely in his apartment for long - another story to chase, a case to solve, it's frankly astounding his landlady hasn't forgotten he lives there - so it comes to a surprise to no one that it's rare he has guests there. At least, guests he's invited. But the people who know him well know that by the refrigerator, in one of the top cabinets a small bottle of whiskey sits next to a single cigar in a box. This is not for Tintin. He's never had the stomach for either. This is for when an old friend comes to visit, and the two actually get to talk and relax without any gunmen involved.

After seeing Tintin fall victim to Goon #25 of some villain or another, the Captain has had enough. He may be a tired ol' sea-drunk sailor but he's a tired ol' sea-drunk sailor who knows how to throw a punch and has gotten out of his fair share of dockside bar fights. This boy is learning to get a knockout if it's the last thing he does. Cue several afternoons' worth of "that's not a punch, this is a punch!" held in Haddock manor. Captain is not giving up until Tintin can knock out a man in a single punch.

Adventures are not all fighting and sleuthing and tracking down some villain. Sailing takes a while! It's not like you get on a boat and instantly you're transported to the location you want to in a blink. Card games are the favored way of passing the time between the two. The more players, the better, but the two can have a blast at trying to beat the other while talking sea-stories or the facts of their voyage.

Actually games in general are pretty common in their down time. Chess is a favorite when they're on land. Haddock likes to take his sweet time with the moves, but it's still an enjoyable time. Tintin has learned that Haddock takes long on purpose so that the reporter's severe lack of sleep can get him to doze off long enough for some pieces to mysteriously be in a new location by the time he re-opens his eyes.

Haddock keeps some rawhide for Milu to chew on whenever Tintin visits. He says it "happened" to be in his house. Sure, buddy.

#Tintin #tintin imagine #tintin imagines #captain haddock

[st1ckart1zt]

The Lost Princess and The Thief Chapter 10

Henley was still being led to her execution. She thought it was all hopeless, but then she saw a tiny unicorn figurine. Before she could question it, all of the doors slammed shut.

“What’s all this?” Hershell asked.

He knocked on a door. “Hello! Could you let us in? We have a young lady to hang.”

Hattie (Hat Girl) was on the other side, and she looked through the bars on the door.

“What’s the password?” she asked.

“What?” Hershell asked.

“Incorrect,” Hattie replied.

“Open Up!” Hershell shouted.

“Not even close,” said Hattie.

“I’ll give you three seconds! One…” Hershell began.

Since he wasn’t facing Henley and the guards, he didn’t see when Johnny was pulled through a hole in the ceiling.

“Two…..” he continued.

Dave was pulled through a door, and his helmet landed on the ground. The noise caused Hershell to turn around.

“Three?” he finished.

He was shocked to see Henley standing alone. Hershell stood there in confusion, and Reynaldo snuck up behind him and hit him with a frying pan, knocking him out.

“I fucking love this thing!” he smiled.

“Frying pans. Who knew, right?” Henley asked.

More guards came charging in. Reynaldo grabbed Henley’s hand and pulled her down a hallway. The guards chased after them, but they stopped when they saw Tintin standing in the middle of the hall. He acted like he was in an invisible box, then he looked off into the distance. The guards saw TRNK charging towards them. TRNK tackled the guards, and then he managed to overtake them.

Reynaldo and Henley ran onto the roof, where more guards were running. Sir Wilford IV pulled Henley over, and she stood on one end of a cart.

“Okay, head down,” he said.

“Head down,” Henley repeated.

“Arms in,” Wilford added.

“Arms in,” Henley stated.

“Knees apart,” Wilford finished.

“Knees apart,” Henley said, as she got into position.

“Wait, why the hell do I need to keep my knees-,” she began.

She was cut off when TRNK jumped on the other side of the cart, and sent Henley flying into the air. Henley braced for impact, but she landed on Rupert. The horse gave her a knowing smile.

“Rupert? You brought them here?” Henley asked.

Rupert nodded.

“Thank you, really. But seriously, let’s go save Charlotte.”

Rupert ran towards the castle wall, then he jumped off of it. He landed on the roof of a building, slid down, then he and Henley rode off into the forest.

They reached the tower. Henley jumped off of Rupert and ran over to it.

“Charlie!?” she called.

“Charlie, let down your hair!”

When she got no response, Henley started to climb up the tower. However, Charlie’s long, blonde hair streamed out of the window. Henley smiled and grabbed on, then she began to climb. She pulled herself through the window.

“Charlie! I’m so happy to see-,” she began till she stopped when she saw that Charlie was chained up and gagged.

Terrence used this as an opportunity to stab Henley in the chest. Henley shouted in pain before collapsing to the floor. Charlie let out a muffeled scream.

“Look what you made me do, Charlie. Well, I guess this works out. Our secret will die with this bitch,” Terrence said as he walked over to Charlie and grabbed the chain.

“And we are going somewhere where no one will find you again!”

In an attempt to help Charlie, Ellie ran over and bit the low part of Terrence's coat. He effortlessly kicked the lizard away. Charlie continued to resist as Terrence dragged her over to the secret exit.

“Charlie! Stop fighting me!” Terrence shouted, as Charlie’s gag became loose.

“No! I’ll never stop! Ever! I’ll fight you for the rest of my life! I’ll keep trying to get away from you!” Charlie shouted.

“But...if you let me save Henley, I’ll go with you.”

“Charlie….don’t,” Henley said.

“I won’t run, I won’t try to escape. If you let me heal her, we can be together. Forever and always, just like you want. I promise. Just like you want. Please. Let me heal her,” Charlie pleaded.

“....Fine,” Terrence stated as he freed Charlie, and used her chains to latch Henley to the stairway.

“Just to make sure you don’t follow us,” Terrence smirked.

Charlie ran over to Henley as soon as Terrence stepped out of the way.

“Henley! Henley, I am so so sorry. This is all my fault,” she apologized as she saw the wound on Henley’s chest.

“Everything will be okay. I promise. You’ll be alright.”

“Charlie, I can’t let you do this,” Henley said.

“And I can’t let you die,” Charlie replied, as her eyes began to cry little bit.

“But if you do this, you’ll die,” Henley replied as Charlie placed a hand on her cheek.

“Don’t worry about me. Everything is gonna be okay,” she said.

She was about to start singing, but Henley stopped her.

“Charlie...wait,” she said as she placed a hand on Charlie’s face and leaned in.

For a moment, the brown thought that the two of them were about to kiss. But Henley actually used a shard of the broken mirror to cut Charlie’s hair. As soon it was cut her hair lost the power

“Henley?” Charlie asked.

“NO!” Terrence creamed as he tried grabbing locks of Charlie’s hair off the ground, but it already lost the power. “What the fuck have you done?!”

Terrence looked at his reflection in the cracked mirror, and he saw that he was aging by the second. He pulled his hood over his face so that he wouldn’t have to look at himself. He stumbled over to the window. Ellie grabbed an end of a lock of hair on the floor. Terrence tripped over it and fell out of the window, turning into dust before he could even hit the ground.

Charlie felt a pain in her chest. While Terrence was evil, she was still the only father Charlie ever had. Charlie ran over to Henley, who was just barely holding on.

“Henley! Henley, I’m right here. Stay with me! Please!” she exclaimed as she placed Henley’s hand onto her hair and started frantically singing.

“Flower gleam and glow, let your powers shine...”

“Charlie, you were my new dream,” Henley whispered.

“A-And you were mine.” Charlie said as she started to cry

After giving Charlie a faint smile, Henley died in her arms. Charlie continued to cry, and she sang her song again.

“Heal what has been hurt. Change the fate’s design. Save what has been lost. Bring back what once was mine,” she sang.

She knew it was hopeless. Now that her hair was cut, its powers were too. Charlie lost the only person who truly cared about her. As she cried, her tears fell onto Henley's face.

Suddenly, Henley began to emit a yellow glow. Light poured out from her. Then, just as soon as it started, it stopped. Henley’s eyes fluttered open.

“Charlie?” she asked.

“Henley?” Charlie gasped.

“Your hair is really pretty,” Henley said, as she smiled sightly.

Charlie smiled and gave Henley a hug. Finally, the both of them shared that long awaited kiss.

Later, Henley and Charlie went to the castle to reunite Charlie with her parents. Hubert and Mercedes looked the girl over. They almost thought it was too good to be true, but they realized she really was their daughter. They all cried tears of joy, then the three of them hugged.

Henley watched from the side; happy that Charlie had finally found the place where she belonged. Mercedes smiled and held out a hand to Henley. Henley took it, and Mercedes pulled her into their hug.

The kingdom rejoiced. Their lost princess had returned. The party lasted an entire week, and a few people wound up not remembering most of it. Everyone’s dreams started coming true. Sir Wilford IV became the world’s most famous pianist. Right eventually found true love, a boy named Reginald Copperbottom. Thanks to Rupert, crime in the kingdom disappeared almost overnight. Most of the apples did too.

At last, Charlie was home, and she finally had a real family. She was a princess worth waiting for. Beloved by all, she led her kingdom with all the grace and wisdom that her parents did before her. As for Henley, she put an end to her life of crime. Charlie and Henley eventually got married, and the two of them lived happily ever after.

The End

#henry stickmin #charles calvin #henrles #charles x henry #henry x charles #the henry stickmin collection #henry stickmin collection #ellie rose #genderswap #general hubert galeforce #hubert galeforce #genderbend #fanfic #trnk #hat girl #sir wilford iv #tintin #rupert price #johnny panzer #dave panpa #major hershell panzer #thsc #Mercedes Calvin #henry stickmin oc

[mark7-vii]

Ok i got a tumblr account just for this

I love the Adventures of Tintin and I was like hey, this reminds me of this other movie I just watched.

Take this story.

Imagine Tintin, Haddock and Snowy exploring some old ruins, with a history or not, after months of searching for the location. It's so far in the middle of nowhere that only they could be here-

Well, excluding the fact they got their information off these guys both gunning for the possible treasure here and their heads-

But the trio have a chance to explore it first, and so they find in the vault nothing but a machine dating back to centuries ago but looking strangely futuristic.

And in a mess of usual Tintin energy, the machine manages to turn on and knock them out-

Only when they wake up, they find themselves in even more decrypted ruins and two more people in the same room than what they originally left with.

One of them, which Tintin notices, wears a ring from Sir Francis Drake as a necklace.

#the adventures of tintin #tintin #uncharted #brainrot #uncharted movie #crossover #oh my god

[aboardthescheherazade]

Bianca+favorite relationship

(Each ask gets all of the bullet points! More for your money that way, ww)

First impression: This is so stupid, but I remember seeing Castafiore when I was 14 or 15 and really getting into the series for the first time, and being annoyed that the series's only prominent female character was an older lady. This attitude died off pretty quickly, fortunately

Impression now: I love her. She is outnumbered by 5 human male characters, but she matches their energy and presence at all times. I just realized while typing this that Castafiore has had it off with both of my favourite men in the series, and honestly? I'm not mad. Good for her

Favorite moment: Definitely when she helps Tintin and Haddock hide from Sponsz in The Calculus Affair, and gets Sponsz to reveal his plans out loud and give up the warrant in his coat pocket. This woman could not stop knocking it out of the park in this scene

Idea for a story: It's not my own, rather, it's a mockup cover by an artist named Mov...

("The Childhood of Castafiore".) I just think it's a fun concept to explore. Castafiore definitely came from a long lineage, probably with money, and anybody who loves writing/researching historical stuff could probably have a lot of fun building her a backstory

Unpopular opinion: The following won't be an unpopular opinion on Tumblr, per se, but elsewhere in the fandom...way too many people get hung up on Castafiore not being a conventionally-attractive woman, and base constant memes or parodies around this. They're not even that funny, either. There's whole pastiches where the joke is just "What if a larger woman...WAS NAKED? [1970s sitcom laugher; clown horn honks]" and it's just a waste of everyone's time. I'm looking at you, J@n Bucqu0y

Favorite relationship: I really like the Castafiore/Calculus dynamic. They're both eccentric talented airheads (which I say lovingly), and their height difference is pretty amusing. There is 1 female main character, and 1 male character who has ever shown attraction to a woman, and they've both found each other. I'm glad for them

Favorite headcanon: Sometimes I see people discussing if Castafiore and Irma had a bit of a sapphic thing on off to the side, which I find really interesting as a concept, but I just don't know where to place it in my mind/works yet. (I have too many favourite pairings lmao. If I ever made a pairing chart for the series, it would probably look like a spider web)

#asks #bianca castafiore