#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 💖

[wolffdeservedbetter]

[anais-s-world]

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

✨️ Sakharine again ✨️

Long hair Sakharine 🔥🔥

[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

[orangstress28]

Lol😆

[wileys-things]

[shadowthestoryteller]

Y'all

When... when did Tintin learn Sakharine's name?

He uses it at Marlinspike, but that is the first instance of Sakharine's name actually being mentioned

I checked the script itself

So

Like

How did Tintin know it?

[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")

[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…...

[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."

[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! 💀

[wolffdeservedbetter]

hey i just wanna affectionately and platonically ask what kind of dark magic did you possess to draw that pic of sakharine because i have just been staring at him for long periods of time every day with a level of gay i didn't even know i had. thank you so much. i love you (platonically) and i love your art so much. always.

Hi! Sorry for late answer, I took the days after new years to be an unproductive goblin. Thank you so much, this is such a sweet comment! A lot of times I draw stuff on a whim but getting people freaking out in the tags or saying nice things always makes me want to draw even more.

You know what, I'm gonna do just that. Just for you being so nice he gets colour.

[anais-s-world]

I love this moment so much !

[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

[spiltcandycoatedpunkblood]

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