#fem! tintin

[dimdiamond]

I saw this tweet and wanted to draw them but I couldn't decide if I wanted them as boys or girls so you take both versions!

Ref under the cut

I am very normal about them.

[bleubeurre]

This outfit I saw on pinterest won’t leave me alone🤷🏻‍♀️

[ingridverse]

Tintin enters the public domain in 2025. You can rename him to whatever you want. You can even make her trans

Apparently the original name for that character is Gaston Lagaffe. I knew him as Guus Flater. Localizers be doing whatever

[lianmilanesa]

Please I need to know who is Shuang 😭

I googled and I can't find this character, is this an OC or someone you transfemmed?

CRYING Shuang is just Fem Tchang Tchong-Jen, he's a chinese boy who appears in The Blue Lotus and Tintin in Tibet, he's one of Tintin's best friends

Shuang in question for ppl who wonder ↓

[tintinyuri]

fem tintin and haddock height comparisons (idc they’re not full body im lazy)

[sugarbear2001]

I made a fem Tintin cosplay in DTI.

[miitarashi]

Hello~

So I've been thinking about some fluff with Tintin (he lives in my mind rent-free).

I would like to request Tintin with a fem reader who likes to be praised. Just like, she tries hard to work well during the day and does everything quietly. So at the end of the day she likes someone to pat her on the head and just tell her that she did a good job. She doesn't say she likes it, but Tintin notices.

Only do this if you can and want to, thank you! And forgive me if this seems a little confusing, English is not my first language.

Owww,this is so cute tho. Such a cute thing need to be writed! And don't worry,english is not my first language either and i understood pretty well,you're doing a good job so far at learning! I'm proud of you unknow person. 😌❤️

[Name] = reader (female)

Warnings: none,just cuteness

Prompt: You're a hardworking person who loves headpats.

When you met Tintin for the first time, you we're working on the local library taking this opportunity to study on your breaks because you wanted to apply for a position as an assistant to a local historian you greatly admired. Because of it, the subject you were studying was something that Tintin was needing more informations of,so he asked for your help, becoming friends ever since.

Consequently, he ended up watching your dedication for the position you was applying for. He saw your eyes focused on your notebooks and books, the post-it notes on your wall to help you remember important things when he come to a quick visit, even finding it cute when you turned up your nose when you saw something you didn't understand or pressed your lips together when you tried to put the pieces together to help him with his new article.

But the top 1 was definitely the happy smile and light blush that covered your cheeks when someone pats you on the head. Even if you didn't say it, it was pretty obvious when you did, you kept quiet because you didn't want to draw so much attention. However the journalist discovered it and waited for the right moment to do so, which was precisely when you applied to be an assistant to this historian who you greatly admired.

The day of the decision came and went, Tintin found it a little strange not having a reaction from you about the result so he decided to stop by your apartement when he was free and after a few minutes of conversation about that new article, he casually asked:

"Oh,[Name],did you already got the results of your application?"

"Hm? Oh yes,i got it yesterday and will be working with him by tomorrow" — his eyes widen a bit in surprise,mostly by the nonchalant tone you tried to say it,but still feeling that animated subtone.

"Well,by how much you worked hard for it,i would be surprised if you didn't get it" — he chuckle a bit,letting a small sigh and finally he could do it.

His hand reach the top of your head giving some pats in a caring way,smilling when that cute smirk appeared on your lips along with the tiny blush he adore so much to see,he would even hug and kiss your forehead if he could because you deserve it and even more,however he didn't want to cross any bondaries or end up making things awkaward by this sudden act.

"I'm really proud of you [Name],you worked really hard for it"

"Thank you Tintin" — you said looking back at him,smilling happily. His eyes soften,taking his time to just look at you cute face before looking away a bit.

"Your welcome and from now on,i guess i'll be having an even more capable help on my researchs."

"Yes,i'm really looking forward for it"

"..Me too" — he said in a light,careful dreamy tone almost, watching your little excited squirm making sure to keep this memory in his heart.

You both smiled,quite excited as you will start your dream job and Tintin will keep his little excuse to stay close and having your help on his cases. A win is a win.

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A/N: there it is,a cute request fresh out of the oven! (Yes i know,it's a bit short) And sorry for the delay,i literally forgot to post on the last sunday :( but! I already have some good ideas and some special things being prepared~ so just wait a little,i promise y'all will not disappointed! Hope you liked unknow person! Thanks for reading!

[aagatinha]

A Christmas in Moulinsart ☃️

Notes: Tintin x Reader fem. (But feel free to imagine as you like) | No hot content

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Snow was falling gently outside while the sound of the crackling fire in the hearth filled the entire room in the heart of Marlinspike Hall.

Captain Haddock sat in an armchair near the fireplace, puffing on his pipe, while Professor Calculus leafed through a newspaper at a table near the large side window, which offered a splendid view of the night illuminated by the soft light of the moon. The ground was covered by a white carpet of snow that continued to fall.

Snowy was sleeping peacefully at the Captain’s feet, matched by a Siamese kitten curled up at the Professor’s feet —finally at peace after a long chase. Only then could Nestor set the dinner table in tranquility.

Tintin, calm and composed in his blue turtleneck sweater and long sleeves, watched the snowflakes fall from the sky, occasionally landing on the glass of the window where he was seated.

“What a perfect evening for a cup of hot chocolate, don’t you think, Captain?” he sighed with a serene smile, pulling Haddock from his reverie.

“Indeed, my dear Tintin. Indeed.”

“Do you think they’ll take much longer?” Tintin pulled back his sleeve to check his watch.

“I hope not. I’m starving!”

“Werewolves?” the Professor chimed in, mishearing the Captain, who rolled his eyes and sighed. “We’re not at Halloween, Captain! It’s Christmas, don’t you remember?”

“I said I’m starving!” Haddock raised his voice slightly, causing Snowy to open one eye, clearly annoyed by the disturbance.

“My goodness! There’s no need to shout, Captain. Dinner should be served shortly!” the Professor replied, completely oblivious to the situation, before returning to his newspaper.

Tintin couldn’t help but chuckle softly at the scene, and just then, the doorbell rang.

“Ah, finally!” Haddock raised his arms, thanking the heavens for the arrival of the last guests.

Nestor opened the door, revealing the detectives, with a bit of snow on their hats, accompanied by another person. The latter wasted no time announcing her presence with a melodic high note, causing Haddock’s eyes to widen as he immediately recognized the source.

“Blistering barnacles! Is that Castafiore?!” He dropped his pipe and clamped his hands over his ears as the falsetto grew closer.

Madame was dressed in a stunning red gown adorned with white feathered details on the off-shoulder neckline.

“Merry Christmaaaasss…” she sang as she entered, leaving Haddock shrinking into his armchair.

“Madame!” Tintin greeted her with a customary kiss on the hand.

“Tintin, caro mio! Ah! What a delight to reunite with you, my dear friends!”

“Merry Christmas, everyone!” the Thompsons said in unison. Each carried a gift box in the characteristic colors of green and red, along with their inseparable canes.

“What lovely sweaters you’re wearing!” Tintin remarked, making the two puff up with pride.

Indeed, their white sweaters, adorned with red reindeer patterns, were something to admire.

“Captain ��Capop’!” Castafiore approached, extending her hand for him to kiss.

Haddock glanced disdainfully at the gloved hand before reluctantly planting a quick kiss, eager for her to step back. For a moment, he had forgotten that Bianca had mentioned spending Christmas at Marlinspike, but now he remembered —unfortunately, in the most unexpected way.

There was no need for Bianca to offer her hand to the Professor. As soon as Calculus saw her, he willingly stood to greet her. Unlike the Captain, he kissed her hand voluntarily and even praised her falsetto, leaving the singer utterly delighted. Haddock, of course, watched the whole scene with a distinct lack of enthusiasm. He just wanted to eat and get through the evening as quickly as possible, all while avoiding any more of Castafiore’s singing.

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While everyone was chatting and laughing, Tintin, in the adjacent piano room, anxiously awaited someone. He wondered what might have happened for there to be no sign of her. He reproached himself for not staying despite Y/n's insistence that he go ahead, especially now that all he could see was the empty, snow-covered grounds of Marlinspike Hall, the snowfall having stopped a few minutes ago.

Noticing his friend staring intently out the window, Captain Haddock gave a couple of knocks on the door to get his attention. Within seconds, Tintin turned and slightly raised his eyebrows, as if asking what it was.

“Don’t worry, lad. She’ll be here soon!” Haddock tried to calm his friend’s nerves with a sly smile. “Castafiore mentioned she and Irma would be arriving together. Remember?”

“I know, Captain, but…” Tintin commented, glancing back at the window, where he saw two figures stepping out of a black car. “It’s her!” he exclaimed, recognizing Y/n as she walked toward the mansion alongside Irma.

The girl was wearing a wine-red, flared dress adorned with white gemstones across the bodice. A short cape of the same color covered her shoulders. She walked, chatting with Irma, Castafiore’s maid.

Tintin ran to greet them, and as he opened the door, his eyes lit up upon seeing just how beautiful Y/n looked up close.

“Sorry for the delay. Irma and I had a little setback. The roads are as slippery as ice!” she smiled, explaining the situation.

“You look magnificent, my love!” Tintin remarked, planting a kiss on her hand. The girl smiled at the gesture.

“We’re just glad you arrived safely! Now come on, Nestor has already set the table!” Haddock chimed in from behind, and everyone headed to the dining room.

Once everyone was seated around the long table filled with a variety of dishes, the Captain stood up and tapped a spoon against a glass to grab everyone’s attention.

He cleared his throat for a moment, and after noticing all eyes on him, he began.

“I’m not one for speeches, and I won’t start now. But I just want to say how grateful I am for each of you. Having the house this full fills me with joy. And though I sometimes miss the sea, I know it couldn’t offer me moments like these.” Haddock then grabbed a bottle of champagne, raised it, and declared, “To you, my dear friends!”

In the following moment, the cork popped off, sending foam cascading down the glass bottle.

“And nothing would be more fitting than a brief rendition of La Traviata before we eat!” Castafiore announced, rising from her seat.

Haddock, however, rebelled and didn’t hide his horror at the idea. He objected, insisting they should enjoy the meal first, eliciting laughter from everyone present. Snowy barked in agreement with the Captain’s protests. It would be absurd to waste time singing while the abundant feast sat untouched!

Despite his protests, Castafiore persisted, stepping aside to begin her performance, much to everyone else’s delight.

“Poor Captain…” Y/n chuckled softly after taking a sip of water. Tintin glanced at you with the same amused expression after seeing his friend sulking at the table.

“Madame Castafiore would never let an opportunity like this slip by.”

Y/n chuckled quietly.

“He could give her a chance!” the young woman teased, making Tintin laugh lightly.

After a few minutes, Bianca finished her “mini-opera,” though to the Captain, it felt like a millennium had passed. He was on the verge of falling asleep when the applause woke him.

“What did you think, Captain?” Castafiore asked as she returned to her seat.

“A masterpiece!” he replied sarcastically and began serving himself. “What are you all waiting for? Go on, dig in!” he practically ordered, seeing everyone still seated.

To the Captain’s relief, Castafiore refrained from singing again, sticking instead to lively conversation, allowing the feast to proceed peacefully.

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After dinner, everyone gathered once again in the living room to chat and wrap up the family gathering with a “Secret Santa” game. The Captain could swear the name box had been rigged after Bianca drew his name.

“What an honor for you, Captain 'Bardock', to be chosen by me!” Castafiore exclaimed as she handed him the gift.

The Captain thanked her as he took the package and opened it, revealing Bianca’s photograph proudly displayed on the cover of a record. He forced a smile and, not wanting to embarrass her, thanked her once again.

“I couldn’t have received a better gift!”

Continuing the game, the Captain drew Dupond’s name. He handed him a rectangular box, not too large, wrapped in white and red paper. Haddock felt relieved to have drawn a man’s name, as he hadn’t paid much attention to the gift he’d bought and only realized it once the game began.

When Dupond opened it, he found a fine pair of Oxford shoes. He expressed his gratitude and kept the game going by drawing Professor Calculus’ name.

“Oh! How curious!” the Professor remarked as he examined the box, carefully opening it. The Captain eagerly watched, anxious to discover what it was. In seconds, Calculus pulled out a black bowler hat.

“Beautiful, isn’t it, Professor?” Dupond beamed, proud of his gift selection.

“Thank you, Detective. I was just in need of a new hat!” Calculus replied, his eyes fixed on the gift. Dupond raised his chin, clearly proud of himself.

“Excellent, Tryphon. Now draw another name.” the Captain urged, his curiosity about the remaining gifts getting the better of him.

Obliging, Calculus drew another name and read it aloud.

“Oh! Mrs. Irma!”

The woman seemed as surprised as he was and stood to receive a small box. Opening it carefully, she raised her eyebrows at the sight of a perfume. She held up the small transparent bottle, revealing a light brown liquid, and thanked him.

“I hope you like it, Mrs. Irma. It’s a blend of roses, lemongrass, and cinnamon. I made sure the scent wouldn’t be overpowering, but if it feels that way, I can adjust it!” the Professor explained as Irma sprayed a little onto her hand. The fragrance was soft and pleasant, surprising both Captain Haddock and the others.

“Well, I’ll be! Calculus, I didn’t know you had a knack for these things!” the Captain commented, genuinely impressed.

Irma then drew a name, calling out Dupont. She handed him a long, slightly thin box.

Dupont carefully unwrapped it, revealing an umbrella. His eyes lit up, as did Dupond’s when he saw the item.

“What a splendid umbrella, Mrs. Irma!”

“And I must say, it’s a very fine umbrella!” Dupond added, making the shy woman smile in relief.

“I was already planning to buy a new one. Thank you, Mrs. Irma.”

Dupond handed his gift to his partner and rummaged through the box of names. Pulling out a paper, he announced Y/n’s name. The girl looked surprised and eagerly got up to receive her gift. She thanked him and carefully unwrapped it, removing the lid of the box to reveal a scarf. It was black and white, with the colors alternating in stripes.

“It’s beautiful!” she said brightly. “Thank you, Dupont!”

Dupont tipped his hat in a brief bow and returned to his seat, brimming with pride.

“I thought you were going to buy a hat!” Dupond whispered quietly as his partner sat down.

“I didn’t buy one because I figured you already had.”

Y/n handed her box to the Captain so he could draw a name.

“Madame Castafiore!”

“Oh! Finally!” the woman smiled as she stood up.

She picked up a flat red box and carefully untied the white ribbon, revealing a black fountain pen with gold details. Though simple, it was a very luxurious item.

“How beautiful!” Madame exclaimed, and in her excitement, let out a slight high-pitched note. “Thank you, Miss Y/n! I can’t wait to christen it by signing lots of autographs!”

Her words made the girl smile with pride.

“Who’s up to draw the next name?” Haddock joked, eliciting brief laughter from his friends. Only Tintin and Nestor were left.

The redhead stood and grabbed the box with the names, but since it was no surprise to anyone that he and Nestor had drawn each other, Tintin took a different approach.

“Well, I think everyone already knows who I got,” he quipped. “Nestor.” He then picked up a slightly large, wide box and handed it to the butler, who stepped forward to take it.

“By a million thundering typhoons! What’s this?!” the Captain exclaimed as Nestor raised his eyebrows, surprised by the somewhat heavy item.

Nestor carefully placed the box on the floor and began unwrapping it. Everyone leaned in, curious about what lay inside, as the man revealed a beautiful decorative vase.

“Th-thank you, Mr. Tintin.” he said, astonished by the porcelain piece before him. The vase featured intricate red bird details encircling its rounded shape.

Tintin smiled, relieved and proud that Nestor was pleased.

“I’m not sure mine will measure up, but I chose it with care.” Nestor remarked before handing over a gold box with a red ribbon.

“You don’t need to worry about that, Nestor. Your thoughtfulness is worth more than the gift itself.” Tintin reassured him with a gentle smile while untying the ribbon.

He opened the box and pulled out a beautiful snow globe. Inside was a snowman surrounded by Christmas trees in the background. Tintin smiled as he shook it, making the artificial snow fall inside the globe.

“It’s beautiful, Nestor. Thank you!” Tintin said, embracing him warmly.

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After the lively gift exchange, Tintin and his friends chatted a bit more and enjoyed a delicious pudding. As the gathering came to an end, the Dupondts said their goodbyes. Despite Captain and Tintin’s insistence that they stay the night, the detectives politely declined, explaining that they needed to be at work early the next morning because, as they put it, “duty calls!” Soon, most of Moulinsart’s lights were turned off, and everyone retired for the night. Everyone except Nestor and Y/n.

Before heading upstairs, Y/n stayed behind to help Nestor clear the table. He insisted she didn’t need to worry about it, but she was determined to lend a hand. It was the least she could do, especially after all the work he had put into preparing the dinner.

She was drinking a glass of water when Tintin appeared in the kitchen. He was surprised to see her still up while everyone else had already gone to bed. At least now he knew where she’d been all this time.

“Still awake?” Tintin asked as he calmly approached, wrapping his arms around her waist and placing a kiss on the top of her head.

She chuckled after swallowing her water and turned to face him.

“Looks like I’m not the only one.” she replied, playfully tracing the tip of her finger along the redhead’s nose. He smiled at her gesture before stepping back to lean against the table.

“Tonight was amazing.” he remarked.

Y/n crossed her arms and leaned against the sink.

“It really was. The Captain is lucky to have you all.” she said with a genuine smile tugging at the corner of her lips.

Tintin looked at her, studying her with a tender expression.

“And I’m lucky to have you.” he said, stepping closer and swiftly scooping her up in his arms.

The girl barely had time to process his confession or think of a response before letting out a surprised gasp at his sudden action.

“Time for bed, Miss S/n.” he teased in a playful, mock-scolding tone as he carried her away.

She couldn’t help but laugh along with him as they ascended the stairs. Tintin and his ever-protective nature…

And so, Christmas at Moulinsart came to a close — with plenty of joy, camaraderie, and, of course, good food! Truly, it had been an unforgettable night.

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[writing-fanics]

Yo! As you said to send the request anyway,here i go!

Our beloved Tintin x thief reader! (Basically an enemies to lovers cuz is my favorite troupe 😌👌🏽)

The scenario is quite simple: she is a thief relatively famous,not too much,that aways escape in the last minute from Tintin and the interpool. One day,she have to help him with an adventure (probably because someone stole something and she bein a good thief should now how they act more than others).

Because of that,they start to get close for some common interests and all (she even learn how to shoot with him,imitating that posture of his when he shot the plane). In the end of the adventure,the two of them kinda confess at the same time? This part i don't really know so,you can make whatever you want in there.

Well,that's all! Thank you for reading!

The Reporter and the Thief

Tintin x Fem!Reader

[summary: the Reporter tintin enlists the help of a thief to help him on an adventure]

[a/n: i did too much reaserach on this especially for the currency that would;ve been used at the time]

[Y/n] hummed, to herself, as she walked around the flea market looking curiously at the array of expensive knick-knacks. She walked around her eyes fixated on the costly items.

While walking through the crowd, her hand would slowly and unexpectedly slip into their pockets and take any spare change and jewelry. She immediately shoved the change and necklace, into her satchel and walked away without anyone suspecting a thing.

As she walked around pickpocketing unsuspecting people. The smell of freshly baked pastries wafted through her nose. She could smell the buttery and flakey bread and the baked sweets. sniff sniff.. and was that, Baisers de Malmédy?

She smelled, that was her absolute favorite sweet. she could taste the rich sweet butter cream and the almonds on the biscuit. Her stomach growled, having not eaten since yesterday she decided to treat herself.

She walked towards the bakery, and her mouth watered seeing all the baked goods. "What shall it be?" The baker asked, looking at her and she looked up at him. "Um, one Baisers de Malmédy please, and a bread roll." She asked, and he nodded.

She waited impatiently her stomach growling, louder and louder by the second. the baker handed her the wrapped baked goods. "That will be two quid." He said, and she nodded. Scrounging in her satchel, getting the change needed as she handed it to him. The necklace she stole fell out of her satchel.

She froze for a moment, "Hey! that's my necklace!" a lady shouted, pointing at the necklace on the ground. [Y/n] immediately, shoved the goods into her satchel and ran before Interpol could even arrive. as she ran she lept over a white dog that had gotten in the way. before anyone could even get a good look at her she had left.

She stopped to catch her breath after having ran what felt like a mile. Her back hit the brick wall and she reached into her satchel, taking out the Baisers de Malmédy and unwrapping it.

Despite it being basically smashed, she took a bite and savored every bite. It tasted almost as good as her mother used to make it when she was little. Bringing back so many good memories of when her life was simple and she didn't have to steal to survive.

She looked up and noticed a dog, who looked really hungry. Reaching into her bag she pulled out the bread roll. Ripping a piece of bread, she reached out her hand to feed it to the dog. He sniffed her hand and ate the bread from her hand.

She smiled, giggling as she shared her bread with the dog. He licked her face wagging his tail, happy to have finally gotten some food. She looked at him, scratching the top of his head as he licked her face.

She smiled, leaning her head back against the brick wall, and stared up at the sky. "I'm still hungry," She groaned, her stomach still growling the dog whimpering in response. He laid his head down on her stomach, staring down at him she scratched the top of his head. Closing her eyes she decided to take a nap.

"She always slips right through our fingers," Thompson says, looking at the young ginger-haired journalist. "She's fast, I'll give her that," Thomson says. Tintin looked, down at the newspaper, "Hm," Tintin thought to himself, something valuable was just stolen. Not by the thief but by someone else.

"I'm going to need the mind of a thief for this one," He thought and closed the newspaper and folded it up. "Any reports, on what the thief looked like?" He asked turning towards Thompson and Thomson, and the two police officers thought.

"She's about [your height]," Thompson says, and Thomson shakes his head, "No, I think its [random height]." Thomson says, and the two start bickering over the thief's height. Tintin sighs, "Anything else?" Tintin asked, and the police officers looked back at him.

"She may have [h/c] and look around 16-18," Thompson says, and Tintin nodded it wasn't much. But he needed to find her.

[Y/n]'s eyes fluttered open, and she looked around realizing the dog is no longer there. A sigh escaped her lips as she stood up, and looked down seeing an apple placed on her lap. She smiled happily, picking up the apple and taking a bite.

"You need my help?" She folded her arms across her chest, as she looked at Tintin. "What's in it for me?" She asked, raising her left eyebrow to look at him.

"All your theft charges will be dropped." He said, and she looked at him unconvinced. "Hm, what about a reward?" She asked, and the journalist looked at her. "What kind of reward?" he asked, and she rolled her eyes.

"But the money of course." She said, and he looked at her, "How much?" He asked, "Fifty quid" She asked, she knew that was a lot but she isn't going to let them use her for free. "Done." He said, and she smiled looking at him.

"Then we have a deal, Mr.Tintin." She said, looking at him. He reached out to shake her hand, and she took it grinning mischievously as she took his watch without him even noticing.

"You really, need to pay more attention." She said, holding up his watch in front of his face. He immediately snatched and looked at her, a mischievous grin on her lips as she looked at him.

"Where do you live?" He asked, and she scoffed. "Why you haven't even asked me out yet." She said, jokingly looking at him smiling mischievously.

"Why should I bother telling you?" She asked, folding her arms across her chest. Raising her eyebrow as she looked at him, "So, I know where to find you." He said, and she chuckled.

"Trust me, even if I were to give you where I lived, you wouldn't be able to find me. I'm like a ghost in the night. You see me." She said and swiftly hid somewhere. A blink and you'll miss it a moment.

"Then you don't." She said, causing Tintin to look up and see her hiding on the ceiling her arms and legs stretched out to keep her hidden.

She smiled, as she landed on her feet to only lose her balance and fall on her butt. "Still working on that." She sighed, swiftly standing on her feet. "So, no I won't tell you where I live." She said, and looked down noticing Snowy, and started petting him, cooing over the dog.

After taking in the girl's appearance and the events that occurred early this morning, Tintin thought for a moment. How she stole and ran away, as well taking into account the grumbling of her stomach.

"In that case, the only option is for you to stay here." He said, causing her to look at him in shock. "Really?" She said, looking at him confused. "You want me a thief to stay here with you? A detective-"

"Journalist," Tintin corrected, "Whatever," She said, brushing off what he said. She looked at him her hands on her hips, "Have you gone mad?" She asked, tilting her head while looking at him.

"Loony even?" She continued, raising her pointer finger to the side of her head, spinning it in circles while making a crazed face. "No, I have not," He said, looking at her. "Then why ask me to stay here?" She asked, and he looked at her.

"Like I said, I'll know where you are." He said, and she rolled her eyes in response. Her stomach, then grumbled as she let out a yawn..

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Thompson and Thomson had left, leaving Tintin and [Y/n] alone in his flat. She looked around the flat curiously, gazing at some of the artifacts he'd collected over the years. "Don't touch that." He said, and she turned to look at him and rolled her eyes.

"Here," He said, placing a plate of food on the table and she turned around, rushing over to the table. Sitting down, and quickly eating the good. Downing it in seconds, "I haven't had something that good sinc-"

She stopped, and he looked at her curiously. "Since when?" he asked, and she looked at him and shook her head. "Nothing." She said, looking at him. Silence fell, and he pushed the plate of his half-uneaten food towards her and she smiled. Eating the rest, and finally after so long had a full stomach.

Also after years, was able to take a hot shower. Tintin gave her a place to sleep on the couch and handed her a pillow and blanket. The couch felt like a cloud and the moment she laid her head down. She was sound asleep. Snowy, kept her company which she gladly appreciated.

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[Y/n] enjoyed teasing Tintin during the entire time, they were together. During that time she helped him figure out where the thief could've possibly taken the artifact that was stolen from the museum. They got closer to each other over time, bonding over things they had in common.

She eventually opened up about her past, telling him how her mother passed away when she was little. Leaving her alone, and being tossed into an orphanage that didn't treat her or the other children there well. She acted up and stood up for the children being picked on, and was eventually thrown out.

To be taken in by a couple of thieves who raised her, and they too eventually abandoned her to be taken by Interpol. She eventually, got out but went back to stealing since it was the only way for her to survive.

He then offered her a job so she wouldn't have to steal anymore. A job to help him out on his adventures. She took the job and gave him a big hug tackling him to the ground. Their lips are inches from each other. They stared at each other cheeks bright red. They quickly pulled away, blushing awkwardly. He even taught her how to use a gun, she'd never blushed so hard in her entire life.

Once they solved it, in the end, they confessed their feelings for one another and arrived back at his flat.

Tintin tackled her onto the bed her hands pinned above her head, still holding the wallet. “was this always your endgame?” he asked, and a mischievous grin grew across her lips as she stared at him. As he leaned down to kiss her on the lips a smile grew across her lips as she kissed him back. unknowing of his hand slowly taking the wallet from her hand, and pulling back from the kiss, and waving it above her head causing her to gasp.

and smile, "hey, you stole that trick from me." She shouted, and playfully started reaching for him causing him to lift it higher. She pouted until she got the upper hand wrapping her legs around his waist. and pinning him to the bed. She smiled playfully, as she took the wallet from his hand. "Was this your endgame?" She asked, mischievously marching her fingers on his shirt.

She dangles his wallet in front of his face and he reaches to grab it, but she swiftly moves it out of the way. And kisses him on the lips passionately, moving her head slowly. His hands wrap around her waist pulling her closer and deepening the kiss. his hand slowly creeping up her back gripping the back of her head. while the other creeps its way underneath her shirt.

Causing her to lose her grip on the wallet, and for Tintin to swiftly snatch it. He pulled away from the kiss and dangled the wallet in front of her face, she pouted and blushed from embarrassment. Her lips were red and plump, her cheeks bright red, and her hair a mess.

He looked at her for a moment before pulling her closer onto his chest, and back into a kiss. She smiled softly, feeling his lips against her, and kissed him back once more. She grinned mischievously as she reached for the covers pulling it over them.

a/n: sorry if it seemed rushed but you've been waiting long enough hope you enjoyed.

[arianna-creates]

Hello!

Can I draw your fem!Tintin in this style(hair and outfit)?

Of course! Tag me if you post bc I want to see it!! :)

[greatsnakestintin]

Fem!tintin based on that unhinged panel

[sys-garden]

Here are some Gender bent Tintin designs! This was super fun to do since I love history and I love fashion so looking up the History of Fashion was just *chief’s kiss*  I also got to practice drawing from a reference without tracing and alot of these drawings came out really good and simliar to my refs (maybe you recongize what reference photos i was using!). Im Gonna explain the choices under the keep reading

 For anyone curious Tintin’s designn was based off roaring 20s fashion since tintin in the land of the soviets was published in 1929 and the most dated aspect of tintin’s orginal design is the plus fours pants that came into popularity in the 20s. Luckily the fashions of the 20s woman were perfect for the type of tintin i wanted, Boyish, free spirited and feminist. Tintin does strive for a respectful but practical look, showing that they are simultaneously the most polite and unhinged people to exist and neither misogyny or concusions will stop them from saving the day. The masculine aspect of the boyishness of 20s fashion shows that Tintin’s open mindedness and strive for change while also exploring gender as a lesbian since I ship haddotin and being sapphic gives you a interesting relationship to gender when so much of feminity is centered around men and your life isn’t centered on men. And the youthful aspect of the 20s fashion shows a carefree spirit and connects to how the youthfulness of tintin made him such a beloved character and relatable character for children despite being an adult. the exceptions to the 1920s fashion were the tintin inspired by tintin’s new 70s look in tintin and the picaros on the top right and the tintin to the left of it inspired by this one drawing herge made of tintin where he was wearing 1680s clothing.

For fem Haddock I didn’t deviate much from their original design because I wanted her to have a Butch and more mature energy which the mainstream fashions of the 30s and 20s didn’t have. When designing her I was inspired by lesbian director Dorothy Arzner, photos from lesbian bar Le monocle and a drawing for a lesbian focused issue of an old french magazine (I espeically took infleunce from the picture when designing haddocks’ formal wear)

For the side character I think Chang is the one I’m most proud of, they came out so cute, giving off a humble gracefulness that is true to chang’s character. I was inspired by 1930s women’s fashion in china, after the loser clothes of the 20s the 30s went back to clothes that huged the curves and showed off femininity a bit more and this applies to the qipao in china, when fashion trends pass and are replaced with something new they often are replaced with something that is the opposite of the trend they are replacing. So Chang’s more feminine tight fitting clothes are almost opposite of tintin’s boyish loose clothes and I love the opposite attracts look it creates between them. But Chang’s adventous spirit is still shown in the modernity of their clothes, the striped textile made easily possible by modern texile manufacturing techniques and the knitted cardigan combinding western aspects to a tradtional chinese outfit. It shows that although Chang is a bit more sentitive than tintin they share the same open mindness and taste for new experiences while visually telling a story of China history when it comes to modernity that was visible in the fashions of the Chinese women of the time.

For Abdullah I was inspired by the fashion and modesty expectations of Saudi Arabia since Khemed is suppose to border the red sea so I guessed by that and a panel in Tintin in the land of black gold that features a woman that Khemed was possibly based on Saudi Arabia. Girls don’t tradtionally start wearing modesty clothing until puberty But since some people do hit puberty at nine years old (like i did (isn’t it interesting that abdullah is one of the only characters with a spefic age he is 9 years old) I drew Abdullah in a Niqab and Abaya, Alot of Abayas are plain black but I added some simple geometric shapes to it to add a sense of nobility (hey this kid can afford patterns and other colors) without being ostentatious about being nobility. Abdullah is a very expressive character but the niqab covers most of the face I tried to show in body langauge and eyes that abdullah is a kid that will ruin your day and laugh about it. I don’t get to draw muslim characters alot so this was great practice for future character designs!

Men’s fashion isn’t as diverse as women’s fashion especially back then because toxic masculinity is like “men can’t have fun” but I decided to subvert that for Bianca’s design. Bianca’s design is probably the 3rd design i’m most proud of because I wasn’t even planning on doing it because I thought it would be boring. But I decided to look at the classic fit fitting with lose pant legs tuxedo’s of the 1930s and spice it up with color of Bianca’s classic dress and jewerlly. Even as a man Bianca would be dramatic and want to stand out from the crowd so while many men were turning to more simple clothes and still wearing boring colors Bianca would try flaunt wealth and personailty where ever they went.

You know how Caclulus’ design is basically just scientist Auguste Piccard? While for this design I decided to make their design basically just Marie Curie but with caclulus’ classic color scheme and trying to keep the shape of caclulus’ original shape. Caclulus’ original outfit doesn’t quite fit into the fashion of the time with being just a tad too formal and too bright. And the marie curie inspired dress does give this caclulus a vibe of being an eccentric older person as he did before, and the hairstyle also gives calculus a vibe of not only being too busy to care if their hair is out of place, but also not caring if other people think their hair is out of place or if other people think they dress weirdly. Calculus is smart, eccentric, unhinged, and free from social anxiety and I hope I communicated that with this design.

Nestor was simply inspired by a tradtional maid outfit with the added yellow stripes as seen on nestor’s orignial design. And their the only character I added makeup on because the simple eye and mouth design of most of the male characters made putting makeup on them feel weird. But since Nestor has this eye design that is hooded I felt comfortable adding black eyeshadow to the ensamble. 

Thompson and Thomson were difficult because I couldn’t look at female cops of the time to be inspired by because there were none. But I decided since this is before cops had uniforms so they just had to buy simple cheap clothes to wear on the job (such as a black suit) I wanted to go with a simple black and white outfit inspired by 1930s fashion. I also had to not make them too fashionable because I wanted them to have a older vibe to them and make it so they look really simliar but there is something keeping them apart. I decided on wide long collar, a belt for a more form fitting outfit, long skirts, bell shaped sleeves, a classic slouch hat and short wavy hair for aspects of 1930s fashion to intergate into their outfits and I made the dresses soild color as many afternoon dresses at the time where, making them acturate to the times but luckly the fashion trends did give them the mature vibe I wanted since 1930s fashion seemed to go mature and feminine where the 1920s were young and boyish. I decided to make the dominate color white instead of black because something in my character design brain was like “if thats way too much black in this outfit” but im still debating if that was a good choice. The things to tell these two apart is that one has glasses, the other doesnt and one has a curl at the ear the curls inward and the other one has a curl that curls outward...though I’m not sure which one I made thompson and which one is thomson

[expired-elixir]

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[homosexual-fast-dancer]

Hello! Hope you're doing well! This may be a really odd request (I apologize if it is) but could I request a fluffy tintin x latina!turkish!fem!reader? Where reader just moved into town and has had trouble adjusting with how new the environment is but tintin welcomes her with open arms? Sorry if it's weird 🤍

I didn't really do much with the Latina aspect but she is Turkish! I hope you like it :)

(Also the Turkish may not be correct as I used google translate)

Tintin with a  Latina! Turkish! Reader

"En sonunda! Sonunda buraya geldim! (Finally! I've finally come here!)" You looked around at the beautiful city of Brussels

You'd been wanting to come ever since you were a little girl and read about it in one of the libraries books

But as you tried to get acquainted with life in Belgium you found it rather difficult, sure Turkey and Belgium are both in Europe but they're such different places!

You couldn't walk a mile back home without someone stopping you for a friendly chat, but here everyone's rather distant and keep to themselves

Plus the weather! In Turkey it's so nice and hot, but, ugh, Belgium is so rainy and drab, you had rarely used an umbrella before, but now it's like you're glued to one!

You had started to become disappointed and dissatisfied finding the country to be nothing like you thought it was

"Bu umduğum gibi bir şey değil... belki de eve dönmeliyim. (This is nothing like I hoped... maybe I should go back home.)" You thought to yourself before someone tapped you on the shoulder

"Um, excuse me… May I sit here?" He was an early adult, somewhere in his twenties, with orange hair wearing a trench coat

"Of course! I thought no one would ever ask here…" You quietly whispered to yourself, yet it was loud enough for him to have heard and he started to laugh

"Yeah, I can see what you mean… But trust me, I'm a total extrovert, my name's Tintin by the way." He held out his hand for you to shake

"Oh, my name's (Y/n)." You replied holding it firmly before shaking it

Even though at first you found Belgium to be nothing like you had hopped over your time of being friends with Tintin you found so many different things to like instead about Belgium

And he was always there for you in case you got confused by French or just had a bit of culture shock

Fin

[lianmilanesa]

hey, just wanted to say i really really like your art!! its awesome!

stumbled across your fem tintin/trans tintin art and it made me feel really nice, for reasons i dont fully understand lol. I was super into tintin when i was really young (the series was one of the first pieces of media i ever read tbh) but otherwise havent interacted with the series/the fandom for the last 15 years or so. Realised a few years ago that im a trans woman, whatever. So seeing this character who i really liked/connected with as a really young kid being Someone Like Me made me feel really happy!! literally a spiderverse "youre like me!" thing.

Ramble over, sorry! (also sorry if this is a weird thing to message out of the blue, idk how tumblr etiquette works)

Aw thank you for sharing this with me ❤️ It's really nice to see people seeing themselves in my drawings! I like it so much!

[tintinyuri]

forgot to post this but fem tintin and chang!!!!!! they’re gfs obviously

and tintin is in an outfit that anne hathaway wore in the devil wears prada!! me and oomf saw it and immediately thought of tintin