Modern AU versions of Tintin and his friends! Notes about their designs under the Read More:
Tintin - A grey and yellow baseball tshirt references his grey sweatervest and yellow shirt look from the earlier comics. Cargo joggers replace his plus fours - plus fours were popular with golfers in the 20s and 30s as athletic wear, so I opted for cargo joggers for that preppy but sporty vibe. He also wears leather trainers and keeps his handy phone in an industrial case. Snowy wears a collar now!
Haddock - when not working on a ship as a merchant captain he opts for a hoodie and sweatpants. He might look sloppy but it's pretty practical for the wild adventures he's dragged into! He's Tintin's exhausted foster father in this AU.
Calculus - I gave him 2000s style rectangular frames to make him feel modern but still kind of dated, like how he wears fashion a few decades behind in the canon comics. I dressed him like my high school physics teachers - he has a necktie, a pocket protector, a zip through fleece and orthopedic shoes. I had frames like these for some time until I broke them at work lol
Chang - as soon as I read the Blue Lotus and saw Chang for the first time I immediately thought he was wearing crocs. I don't know why crocs are so popular. I don't think they're particularly comfortable. They feel sweaty and weird and don't stay on your feet when you run. I don't get crocs. But they're popular in Asia lol (I kept Chang's design super simple, he's an orphan with no money)
Abdullah - I had way too much fun with him! I know Supreme is kinda dated now (it's definitely a 2016 thing) but I still find it funny and the colour scheme fits. A lot of local Muslim teenagers in my area mix sportswear with traditional clothing so I did the same here, but made it obnoxiously bougie lol
Zorrino - I didn't change much for him as his original design is pretty timeless. I gave him socks and slides, a beanie and joggers. His button up shirt is replaced with a polo shirt but the difference isn't big.
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doesn't tintin always speak french because he visits colonies
Not necessarily. Of all the countries he visits, the only ones I can think of that would be French or Belgian colonies are Congo and Morocco (Bagghar, while fictional, is said to be located in this country). Shanghai had a French concession, though whether that's the one that Tintin visits (as opposed to the British concession for example) or not is unclear. And he does visit French-speaking countries in Europe (Switzerland and France) where he presumably is speaking French. But they're far from being the only ones he visits.
As for the other countries he goes to, some are English colonies (Egypt, India) or former colonies (US), so I don't think they'd necessarily speak French there. Not to mention that he also visits South America a couple of times and the characters from the countries he goes to are shown to speak Spanish (think of General Alcazar exclaiming "Caramba!" or Zorrino calling him "señor"). It's not a stretch to believe that there might be people who speak French there, but it certainly wouldn't be the norm. I doubt the Incas were speaking French, tbh.
For the fictional countries, it's harder to say. Khemed could have at some point been a French colony, but it's never specified, and both Syldavia and Borduria have their own (possibly Salvic?) language, though again, it's possible that they know some French (King Muskar might have spoken French, for example, it having been the language of European courts for centuries).
Anyways, aside from all that, both Tintin and Haddock canonically speak English; it's especially obvious in the French version of Tintin in Tibet, where Tintin actually switches to English to ask for directions and Haddock asks some kids if he can eat the peppers in English.
It does admittedly suggest that they do speak French most of the time and that switching to English is notable enough to be written out explicitly, though it's hard to say for sure. But Tintin definitely doesn't only visit francophone colonies, so if he's speaking French, it's not (solely) because of that. It's more likely just something that we're supposed to ignore as readers.
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Whumptober Day 9 - Sleeping in Shifts
Nine: Sleeping in Shifts
A/N: An alternate take on this scene from ‘Prisoners of the Sun’.
It was going to be a very long night.
Even though the Captain had insisted on taking the first watch for the night, Tintin had convinced him otherwise when the older man nearly fell asleep while stoking the fire and set his beard alight.
Shaking slightly, he pulled the sleeves of his sweater over his hands and tucked his arms inside the poncho, with one set of frozen fingers clutched around the rifle. Despite putting on an extra undershirt prior to dinner, he still felt the chill creeping underneath his skin. Could always be worse, I suppose. We could be in Tibet.
“Goodnight, Tintin! Make sure you wake me for my watch!” Haddock’s voice floated from the hut, echoing slightly in the valley.
Tintin turned back towards the hut, attempting to repress a shiver. “I will! Sleep well, you two!”
While the others had been preparing for bed, he’d begun trying to think of strategies he could employ to fight the fatigue that threatened to overwhelm him. However, he was quickly finding that trying to stay warm in itself was more than enough to keep him awake.
As the night drew on and the temperature continued to drop, he began to shiver more and more frequently. A few times he found his chin drooping ever closer to his chest, to which he responded with a good shake and adjustment of the poncho. The fire had died hours ago, and he missed its warmth.
A quick glance at his watch filled him with disappointment. I just have to make it till one o’clock. Just till one…
He found his mind drifting back to Professor Calculus; he was still furious at himself for not being able to rescue him from the Pachacamac, even though there had been no possible way for him to smuggle him off the ship safely. He looked so frail…I hope they haven’t done any permanent damage to him.
The fact that they had yet to spot these kidnappers physically also meant they were falling behind. Tintin was sure he could catch up to them with no problems - hell, he would leave now and walk through the night, but he had to factor into both the Captain’s and Zorrino’s age. Neither of them would be able to keep up with his youthful stride; they would have to take this one day at a time, and pray that they arrived in time to save the Professor.
A twig snapped in the distance, the sound reverberating in his ears. His head snapped up as he stood, reaching for the shotgun. If it’s the kidnappers-
A hand suddenly clasped across his face, forcing a cloth into his mouth as the nails dug into his cheek. He let out a muffled shout as he lost his grip on the gun; he fought the second arm wrapping around his chest, only for his arms to be pinned to his sides. “Hmmpf!!” Au secours!! Captaine! The young man struggled violently, his legs blindly kicking behind him in the hopes of colliding with his attacker, yet the grip on his mouth and chest remained unbroken.
It was difficult to tell in the dim light, but there appeared to be a group of men behind the ambush. A second man was making his way behind Tintin towards the hut, carrying a knife that glinted in the moonlight, whereas a third approached the struggling reporter with a large coil of rope.
Tintin struggled harder in his captor’s grip as he tried to force the cloth from his mouth. No no no!! Leave them alone! Captaine!!
The third man sprinted towards Tintin, hurriedly throwing the first length of rope around his ankles. The younger man began flailing around, but the manoeuvre was futile, and his legs were secured in seconds. “Mmmmph!”
“Hazlo!” His captor hissed, straining to keep Tintin contained. “Hazlo!!”
Tintin’s eyes widened. What are they gonna do? Are they going to throw me off a cliff?!
His musings were quickly interrupted as the third man suddenly rose above him, his features barely visible in the dim light. Something hard was slammed against the back of his head with a sickening crack, and he knew no more.
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Returning to full consciousness took some time, though he quickly managed to determine three things once he managed to find the strength to open his eyes.
First of all, a new lump was forming on the back of his head, which something was currently pressing into with uncomfortable force.
Secondly, he had been propped upright up against a towering stone, which was thankfully shielding him from the wind, but had small protrusions that drove into his back and neck. So that’s why my head hurts so much.
Thirdly, he’d been thoroughly trussed up like a turkey in a very ugly poncho, with rope completely binding him from head to toe, for what was surely the hundredth time. Why does this keep happening to me? I should be a great escape artist by now.
Not only was it still dark, he had been moved a significant distance from the hut, though exactly how far remained a mystery. He squirmed in his bonds, his arms having been pinned to his sides underneath the poncho. The cloth had been tied tightly into his mouth, the edges cutting into the sides of his lips and cheeks. They could’ve used a gag that didn’t taste like merde…
Determined to assess his situation, Tintin forced his weight forward, groaning as his body fell to the ground. He couldn’t hold back a grunt as he collided with another collection of sharp rocks. Attempting to ignore the pain, he drew his legs up to his chest as far as the ropes allowed and used his toes to push himself forward. At least the poncho means my sweater won’t get ripped to shreds.
It took several agonising minutes before he managed to wriggle his way past the edge of the stone, squinting to see through the thick darkness that had fallen into the valley. He was relieved to see he could make out the vague outline of the hut in the distance, although he realised he was now at least a kilometre down the hill.
Tintin drew in a deep breath and shouted as loud as he could, yet only a whimper escaped through the gag. He lay his head on the ground and sighed angrily. Guess I have to wait for the Captain to wake up and realise he slept through the night.
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“TINTIN!!”
The reporter startled; he hadn’t even realised he’d fallen asleep. Beams of sunlight irritated his eyes as he blinked awake, groaning at the stiffness in his body. He suddenly realised he’d been lying on his right side the entire night, and a quick wiggle of his fingers revealed they had been numb for some time. Some mattress these rocks make.
“Blistering barnacles! TINNNNNTINNNNN!”
Haddock’s voice danced around him, rebounding in a disorientating pattern amongst the rocks. The young man rolled onto his back, allowing a moan to pass through his lips at the alleviation it brought. At last! He’s awake!
His heart leapt as he heard the beautiful sound of Snowy’s incessant barking, resulting in his faithful canine bounding around the corner and charging at him. He let out a muffled giggle as Snowy began to lick his face, his best friend yelping with excitement. “Mmhmm.” Good boy! At least I don’t have to struggle to get his attention.
“Snowy!! Confound it, you mountain goat!” The Captain’s voice quickly grew louder, his mouth dropping open as he laid eyes upon his friend. “Thundering typhoons, Tintin!”
“Gmmhmm!” Tintin attempted to look around Snowy, though the canine quickly darted aside as the Captain rushed over to him. He narrowed his eyes as he realised there was a missing member of their party. “Hmmmh?” Zorrino?!
“Hang on lad, I got you,” Haddock dropped to his knees, cursing as his fingers fumbled with the gag. “Blistering barnacles, this knot is tight…”
Tintin kept trying to talk even before the cloth had been removed, and he inhaled sharply as the crisp morning air flooded his mouth. “…Captain! Captain, where’s-“
“Zorrino’s gone! Thought I heard some scufflin’ during the night, but I wasn’t sure if it was him or a rat or something, so I fell asleep again. Then I wake up and look over to find he’s not there,” Haddock pulled the young man upright against the stone, setting to work on the ropes around his body. “Did you see-“
“Th-there were three of them, Captain, there were three men and I couldn’t…” Tintin’s voice broke as he slumped against the stone. “…I-I couldn’t fight them, a-and then they hit me…”
“It’s alright lad, I know,” Haddock threw aside the ropes around Tintin’s ankles. “They’re ectoplasmic scumbags, Tintin. We will get him back, okay?”
As the ropes around his chest fell away and the poncho was lifted over his head, Tintin stretched his arms out with a satisfying crack. He hadn’t realised until that moment how warm the poncho had been keeping him and he instantly moved to rub the goosebumps that crept up on his arms. “I should’ve fought harder…”
“I’m not blaming you for anything, lad! Stop being so hard on yourself,” Haddock collected the poncho, helping the younger man to his feet. “We’ll go after Zorrino, take down the earthworms who are holding him hostage and then keep parading our way over to find Calculus!”
“They ambushed me around midnight; they’ll be hours ahead of us,” Tintin spoke despondently. He accepted the Captain’s hand as he struggled to his feet, the nerves in his legs slowly returning to life. “Ohhhh, mon Dieu, it feels good to stand up.”
“You poor lad! Must’ve been hell, stuck like that for hours,” Haddock’s expression darkened, giving Tintin a determined look. “Let’s go find those iconoclasts.”
A/N: Translations:
Au secours = help
(Spanish) Hazlo = do it
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