#ivan ivanovitch sakharine

[edorazzi]

It's Tintin Day again!!! ✨

A little delayed but hopefully worth the wait! Aro/ace Tintin vs slimy obsessive Sakharine my beloveds 💖

[shadowthestoryteller]

Yall the concept art pages for Sakharine in the Tintin movie are CURSED

Like

AYYYOOP

Jumpscyar✨

They also refer to some of the concept art as “Albert Einstein on a desert island for 10 weeks”, which I will be stealing 😌

[anais-s-world]

I love this moment so much !

[red-dead-sakharine]

Just interrupting your dash to show you that this guy is where my name comes from.

👇

[spiltcandycoatedpunkblood]

I love how the three main characters of the adventures of tintin 2011 film are different variations of gay

tintin: twink

haddock: bear

sakharine: peacock

[juicy-beetle]

as an obsessed tintin fan I love your work so much. unfortunately my favourite character besides tintin is the villain sakharine from the 2011 film and he's only properly in that and I have the most insane gay crush on him since watching the film in june 2020. would it be possible to see how you would draw him? I don't know if you've seen the film. anyway thank you so much for your art, it makes me so happy as well as seeing beetlejuice from the musical. bless you, and I love you so much. merry Christmas and Happy holidays and hopefully a happy new year.

Oh my god. Please forgive me. This is gonna be a long post.

Have I ever seen the movie?! Hahahahshahaha you're funny

Not to brag or anything, but I have the DVD on a scratchy disc and the now not working wii game. I have completed BOTH sections at least 20 times no lie. Also I religiously watched the move every weekend for almost 2 years as a little kid. I memorized the script. So yes. Yes I have.

I really don't think I will ever be as intense about a Fandom like this again.

Okay on to sakharine. (This is gonna be so disjointed bear with me) I don't blame you crushing on him. They knew what they were doing. When i first saw this movie i thought him and tintin were my boyfriends! And dang I want his suit. He'd be a fun character to cosplay. Okay okay okay who came up with the idea of giving him a pet falcon?! It's so damn cool! I truly miss fun villains. Like I'm so sick of "she's not evil she's just misunderstood" or "there's no villain, trauma is the villain!" Like where are my fun goofy villains that are greedy and willing to kill to get their hands on this one specific thing or evil just because they can. Give me more sakharines!!! Anyway, you've waited long enough. Here's your man

if I draw him again I'll make sure to tag you :)

I had so much fun making this, and thank you so much for the kind words!! It means so much!! Happy holidays, my friend!

[orangstress28]

Lol😆

[blueberrypancakesworld]

Sakhartin aesthetic

Blue eyes full of curiosity for the next adventure. His bright eyes behind his glasses always watching him as his plans unfolded just as he had planned. A reporter and a nobleman. Two who have the same path and the same goal with different approaches. One with kindness and courage, the other with ruthlessness and blood. Until they meet, fending off hidden blades, bullets and penetrating skin. Porcelain skin that he wanted to break stains me with possession. Your courage and perseverance does not stop and I find it amusing but I want to see you break. Like a hawk I wait in the air before I pounce on your defenseless body at the right moment and make you mine. While the nightmare that was so full of joy in the beginning becomes your nightmare becomes my goal and dream at the end of which you will never break away from me…I will make sure of that.

Because you are my Tintin and no one else…...

[aagatinha]

I was bored and decided to make my tier list of Spielberg's movie.

Don't kill me for putting Castafiore in B, I only put it on because I didn't see her anymore (the rest I found the acting and screen time "ok")

[illegally-blind-and-deaf]

The incessant ticking of the grandfather clock was about to drive Tintin mad. It wasn't even: the pendulum hadn't been set straight, causing the clock to tick like a heart beat. Just like Tintin's, but his was faster, about to break through his ribs. Pinpricks of tingling pain fired through his ankle, reminding him that his crouched position behind the broken drum was growing increasingly uncomfortable the longer he waited. He almost went to change his position when the tap of Italian leather on the old floor echoed through the room. He froze.

"Where are you hiding?"

A shiver ran down Tintin's spine as the leather shoes stopped inches from his face. "It's like looking in a rabbit's burrow in here. A maze."

Sakharine's deceptively soothing voice bounced around the endless bric-a-brac and it felt to Tintin as though he was surrounded. He didn't move, holding his breath as he watched the shoes move on.

"Come on out, little rabbit. I promise I won't shoot."

It was moments like these that made Tintin regret leaving his revolver at home. Even his faithful dog Milou was nowhere to be seen, trapped outside with the ferocious guard dog in the garden. All he wanted was his model ship, but now he was being hunted by a madman. Surprisingly not the most unusual moment of his career, but certainly blood-chilling.

A low whistle sounded and Tintin nearly jumped as Sakharine became whistling a tune. Soon the whistle turned into a hum and then into an innocent tune with words.

"On the farm, ev'ry Friday

On the farm, it's rabbit pie day

So ev'ry Friday that ever comes along

I get up early and sing this little song"

The yellow beam of Sakharine's torch flashed past him, vanishing quickly as the man moved on. Tintin leaned back slowly, praying that the darkness would cloak his movements. Sakharine's red-clad back could be seen in between the dusty globe and an old statue, moving as he continued singing.

"Run rabbit, run rabbit, run, run, run

Run rabbit, run rabbit, run, run, run."

Now was his chance. Praying desperately, Tintin shot out from his hiding spot and bolted between the rows of junk, glancing back at Sakharine's menacing smile. In the pale moonlight, his broad grin and wide eyes reminded Tintin of a cat.

Bang, bang.

Tintin yelped, cowering as the bullets whizzed past his ear. They sliced into the window, allowing Tintin to dive through the splintered glass and onto the overgrown lawn outside.

Bang.

He picked himself up, half-running half-falling to the crumbling brick fence.

Bang.

Tintin would never admit it out loud, but he felt like Peter Rabbit escaping Mr McGregor in that moment as he crawled through a hole in the brickwork, ignoring the dirt clinging to his skin. He ran, his legs pounding and lungs screaming. He would have sprinted all the way to the city if he could have, but after several minutes his legs gave out and he found himself sprawled on the road. Air fought its way into his tight lungs in heaving breaths. Tintin ran his hand through his hair, noticing the violent trembling that racked his body.

Milou.

In his state of sheer panic, he had forgotten about his best friend and trusty companion. "Milou!"

A flurry of white fur came bounding down the road, yapping in an almost accusatory manner at his master. Tintin could have cried with relief at the sight of his dog. Despite Milou's tiny stature, he felt safer being in his company. "Come on. Let's call a taxi and get home."

Mrs Finch's delicious apple pie could be smelt as Tintin stepped into the apartment building. He sighed, relishing the scent when he noticed the song playing on his landlady's radio.

"Run rabbit, run rabbit, run, run, run

Run rabbit, run rabbit, run, run, run

Bang, bang, bang, bang goes the farmer's gun

Run rabbit, run rabbit, run, run, run, run"

No. With blood pounding in his ears, he sprinted up the stairs to his flat, slamming the door behind him. The clock clicked as he turned the key and he sighed, his knees shaking slightly. A breeze blew through the open window and he rushed to lock it, staring at the figure in the telephone box down the street. Is that... He shook his head, pulling the curtains firmly shut. He was still in a high state of anxiety, seeing things that weren't really there. Why would Sakharine follow him back home to use the telephone box? Tintin almost laughed at the idea.

The telephone rang. Tintin grew cold. Slowly, as though magnets were pulling at his every step, he moved towards the shrill ringing, his chest tightening as he picked up the receiver. "Hello?"

"I've got you now, little rabbit."

[dimdiamond]

I've suddenly got it stuck in my head that Haddock and Sakharine are also literally opposites in terms of savoury and sweet and now I can't get it out of my head.

WAIT. HOLD ON. NOW I GET IT. OH GOD.

And it makes it even more fascinating that "savoury" Haddock is such a sweetheart and "sweet" Sakharine is such a salty person.

AND TINTIN IS A SWEET-TOOTH

[edorazzi]

It’s Tintin Day again! ∠( ᐛ 」∠)＿

More Beauty and the Beast AU, this time with Sakharine sliming all over poor Tintin. Adventure-in-the-great-wide-somewhere isn’t worth being stuck on a ship with this guy! 💀

[shadowthestoryteller]

The amount of SASS that would transpire between these two arrogant and catty peacocks would be delicious

I'm still nuking them afterwards tho

[anais-s-world]

- "That young man, what's his name ?"

✨️ Sakharine again ✨️

Long hair Sakharine 🔥🔥

[miitarashi]

Haddock: God, give me patience.

Sakharine: I think you mean 'give me strength'.

Haddock: If God gave me strength, you'd be dead.

[spiltcandycoatedpunkblood]

Sakharine: They have been no murders yet and I'm terribly bored.