Zaroki
That’s right, The Adventures of Tintin: Secret of the Unicorn!
And guess who actually has the cash to buy it on iTunes? ME.
And guess who can’t buy it anyway because there’s no room on her computer or iPad?
YEP, RIGHT AGAIN. ME.
GOD DAMN.
Captain Archibald Haddock and Tintin certainly made an odd pair.
The two people were different in so many ways; Tintin had a youthful, optimistic air about him that everyone could appreciate and he was so pleasantly carefree and quiet spoken, whereas Haddock was almost the opposite. To Tintin’s positive attitude, the Captain would often inject a contrasting cynical overview with a scatter of various reactions ranging from his powerful temper to his mindless, drunken ramblings. He was a lot more expressive so he didn’t try to suppress his emotions; he felt and he acted immediately. Tintin felt, assessed, considered more, and then acted based on reason and usually with as much tact as he could manage.
As implausible as their partnership was, they were very compatible. They hadn’t realized it, but they needed each other to balance their two personalities, to complete them. Their friendship was held together by their differences. Whenever the two would argue, which was on rare occasions, the Captain would be the first to raise his voice. It could be frightening when he yelled, as the reporter had noted by the reactions of whoever was on the receiving end of his rants on their numerous adventures, but Tintin had never been scared by it. The Captain didn’t do it to be intimidating, or to be genuinely hurtful, but it was just how he was; he had been a sea Captain and had needed to control an entire crew for several years, so it became an automatic thing for him to speak loudly so that he could be listened to. Tintin somehow understood this and would often just keep silent and wait it out until there was a brief pause where he could insert something he wanted to say, and be heard; for the most part he’d never try to shout back.
Their arguments were seldom severe because, despite any disagreements, they valued each other more than either could, or would, admit and they both knew when and where to draw the line. They didn’t need to explain this to each other as it had become a mutual understanding over the time they spent together building their friendship, and it became a shared knowledge between them that they hadn’t needed to openly talk about to know that it existed. They’d move on easily soon after any sort of fight they might have had.
Tintin, by nature, was a very forgiving person. He didn’t like to hold grudges, so even though he remembered many previous incidents, he wouldn’t use them as a backup unless it was absolutely necessary to his point. The Captain, on the other hand, did hold some degree of hard feelings, but they weren’t towards his friends. He’d save it for the people who might step in their way or threaten Tintin, or their lives. He was never too concerned with his own life when they were in serious trouble, and was usually more intent on finding a way for at least his young companion to get out of their situation if it came down to just the two of them. He didn’t see it as being overly paranoid, as some people would like to mention from time to time, but as simply being protective. He’d be damned if Tintin was to have his life cut short by someone or something while he was still around.
The Captain hadn’t spoken about these particular thoughts to anyone, and he didn’t think he needed to. The way he saw it, he’d already lived his life; he’d experienced the joys of growing up, travelling the seas, finding a first love, losing it, and then moving on, finding many new things as the years passed by. His friend, Tintin, on the other hand, still had so much more to see. He had so many years that he deserved to live through, and the life threatening dangers that had the potential to take that from him were the first on Captain Haddock’s list of Not Good – Don’t Ever Allow To Happen. If there was anything worth the time and effort to work for, it was their future, and through the Captains eyes, specifically Tintin’s.
oOo
The Captain and Tintin looked out and cared for each other unconditionally, and this had simply come to be without either of them uttering a single word about it.
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“Oh, look, you’re threatening my life with a long sword from a cane in my face, and I’ve just been chloroformed so now I’m tied up in a cage, in a room, on a boat.
Not going to comply with your wishes anyway.
What scrolls?”
My childhood just got a massive kick to its shins and then had a baseball bat to the face and then got promptly stomped on in golf shoes.
My God. Why and how and by what means and for what reason did I click that link thinking that “OH, THIS’LL BE FINE LOL.”
;_; I’m going to forget it now.
Currently obssessed with a 125-year-old consulting detective and an 83-year-old boy reporter
Don’t mind me
Don’t… don’t say it like that. Because like, this is Modern Day Sherlock so he’d be only like, 30. And Tintin will never not be eternally 17-23 years old.
SO LIKE. IT’S ALL GOOD, RIGHT?!
that’s what he said
“that’s what he said”.
“THAT’S WHAT HE SAID”.
This post isn’t getting nearly the amount of credit it deserves.
(via latida-ness)
wellsailaroundtheworld asked: I'm sorry to bother you, but where can I find the rest of your little Tintin story 'Study'? Do you have a link? Thank you so much!
The rest of the drabble-? The drabbles aren’t meant to be very long, so that was the whole thing (I think?), BUT there’s a collection with more ones like it:
Words
Tintin couldn’t quite place how and where he had come to being so knowledgeable with foreign languages.
While he wasn’t exactly fluent in them, he was able to communicate and this helped him get around.
“When did you learn that?” The Captain would often ask this when they
xXx
Study
Before Tintin ever followed a case overseas he’d try to make sure to study the countries language, culture, religion, current political state, and history. As a reporter, communication was the main key to learning about new places and he’d often spend time reading books about the country he would be visiting so he’d have a sufficient amount of knowledge before going. Whenever he had to leave at a moments notice,
I just broke through a 10+ day procrastination spree on this Tintin Drabble I was not working on, and put it up to Fanfiction.net, then somehow, I still manage to get a review o_o
I’m not complaining by any means! I’m finding it somewhat pleasantly bizarre.
Just. What are you doing, reading my writing, and more importantly, why?!
xD
I’m becoming dangerously close to almost becoming only slightly fangirl-esque for er-… Sakharine’s character. ALMOST, I said! Almost!
What?! He’s very well dressed! I like his clothes.
So really, it’s actually not him, it’s his wardrobe.
I swear.

