HIHIHIHHIHIHIHIHI FOR UR REQUEST THING MAYBE HADDOCK AND SNOWY HANGING OUT TOGETHER BEING SILLY :3 (ALSO

Hello! I just wanted to pop by and say a lil thank you- I always see your tags when you reblog my art, and you make me laugh. Every. Damn. Time. So thank you for brightening my day!

Anyway have a lil snowy

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UR VERY VERY VERY WELCOME!!!!!!!!! IM SO HAPPY NHBGUTFRE5XRCTVB UR LIKE ONE OF MY IDOLS IBVGVCFGHUGFTDRSERYDY ALSO I LOVE SNOWY WEARING THE TOPHAT IVCYFCTUGYVOUPB FANCY GOOBER (he proceeded to bite and rip it to shreds) ((HHEHGEHGEHEHEHEEHE LOOK AT HIS SILLY TOUNGE)

Professor: Are you a cuddler?

Captain: I'm a machine of death and destruction.

Professor:

Captain: ...Yeah, I'm a cuddler.

If haddock is driving, snowys the passenger princess- I don't make the rules

THEO'S LORE :3

PLEASE IGNORE ANY SPELLING OR GRAMMAR ISSUES I'M DUMB

WARNING, MENTIONS OF DRINKING MENTIONED 

So Theo’s parents own a bar, when Theo was old enough he inherited the bar. Theo’s parents made the bar for ppl to drown their struggles away, which is a highly unhealthy way to cope. Theo wanted to stop giving people drinks once they had too much but he would get beaten up by the customers. Theo had to watch so many people who could have been saved with other ways of getting help, but he couldn’t do anything. He tried to lighten up the mood by bringing a band to play and adding other things but that only attracted younger people. He always tried to talk as much as he could to the customers. He would listen to them and offer advice to help them, this actually did work a bit, but being a busy bar meant he couldn’t get to everyone.

One day an orange guy quickly entered the bar nervously, looking around everywhere and episcally his pocket. He took a seat at the bar and asked for something light. As Theo went to the back to get some, a bunch of broccoli soldiers (IDK WHAT THEIR CALLED) stormed past the bar. The orange man sighs in relief as Theo brings out his drink. “I haven’t seen you around” Theo says, making some small talk. “Most of the people here have a reason to be here, what's yours?” “ummmm… I was thirsty?” the man says with an awkward smile. Theo snickered “there's a small store that sells water bottles next door.” “o” the man replies as he looks down. There was an awkward silence between them for a bit. “So… um… what's ur name?” Theo asked, trying to break the awkwardness. “Karoto.” the man responded. “Nice to meet you. I'm Theo!” Theo introduced himself with a smile. Soon the two started to talk more and eventually Karoto left. The next day Karoto came back, quickly heading to a seat at the bar and asking for the same drink. Theo smiled because most people only come once and never return (due to them oofing or they wanna leave the place where they left all their bad memories). Again, they talk and Karoto leaves, and soon Karoto becomes a regular, coming in at the same time, leaving at the same time, everyday.

 One day after Karoto enters and sits at the bar, the broccoli soldiers break the door down. Screaming everywhere as people run to leave the building. The soldiers spot Karoto and they sprint at him. (ye idk what else to add here uhhrurghgruhr brain fart) lots of fighting happens and soon, for some reason, a lighter was turned on by one of the broccoli soldiers. Then all of a sudden. The bar burst into flames, everyone who was still stuck in the bar scrambled to get out, as Theo tried to escape a soldier knocked him and a broken table down, which fell onto Theo. Theo cried for Karoto to help him, Karoto turned to look at him, hesitated, and then ran outta the bar, leaving Theo to burn. Luckily Theo was able to get the table off and escape, with only some of the glass on his handle melted, a crack, and most of the beer evaporated. Theo watched his bar, his HOME get burned to the ground. That night Theo had to sleep on the streets, he saw how many people were living there, waiting to die. As Theo found a quiet alleyway, he promised that he would help those who needed help. He went back to the burned bar to see if he could find anything. He found a piggy back filled with quite a bit of money, not a lot, but enough to make a small wooden cottage. So that's what he did. He used the money to make a cottage and told everyone that he was a doctor/therapist. Not many people came at first, but after a bit he became the town's most trusted doctor. Everyone went to him for medicine, advice, and help. (btw when Theo was younger he got into medicine so thats why hes really good at it)

Soon he was able to get the melted parts of his handle fixed, his foam covered the crack so he didn’t worry about that, had emergency beer on hand just in case he needed to refill himself, and got some glasses since his vision got screwed up in the fire. Ever since the incident he’s been mad at Karoto. He keeps his anger to himself since not many people know about the guy for some reason. But as long as Theo knows that Karoto is long gone and will definitely never come back into his life, things will be fine… Right? 

images of what theo looks like

and what kinda relationship does Theo and Karoto have? friends to enemies to friends to lovers bc im gay

«Trust» without the «T»

Another completion of the mission where Tintin “throws his subordinates under the tanks,” but today Haddock acts as a victim as cannon fodder. Everything is according to the well-established scheme: come, throw the bait, do what you have to do, take what you need, and leave while all your attention is focused on the money. But today Tintin felt especially lousy. It seemed that the long-dead feeling called conscience, the echoes of humanity, was again stirring in his flesh like a parasitic worm, causing so much pain and generating such a stream of self-deprecating thoughts that it would have been easier to lie down in the middle of a mountain of corpses and die.

Today he killed Haddock. Or so it seemed to him, at least.

After feeding Cole (Milou), Tintin, with a gentle pat on the dog’s back, straightens up and throws a pistol in a crumpled holster onto the kitchen set. Walking around the living room with heavy steps, he reluctantly disentangles himself from clothes soaked in death and gunpowder and casually throws them on the floor on his way to the tall floor mirror.

Having examined himself from head to toe with a completely emotionless face, his hands seem to be reaching out to his own reflection, but in the process they suddenly cling to the frame and tip the mirror onto its side, causing it to crack and break, and the local crime lord howl at the ceiling from powerlessness.

But the Captain was... is no stranger either. He got out of whole ass and through the entire city on his own two feet reached the apartment that they shared together for a period of (forced) cooperation.

Passing the anxious glances of the ladies coming out of the front doors, and later the spindle-woven bars of the elevator, he almost mechanically presses the button for the desired floor. There is a terrible ringing in his ears, his head is pounding, and in order to give the picture floating before his eyes at least some clarity, he runs his big palm over his face, smearing traces of blood and sweat under the wet strands of his charcoal bangs.

Tintin, aiming his pistol out of boredom and devastation at the lone light bulb on the wire, turns his gaze from its bright spot to the front door. Cole, resting on the woven carpet, looks up just as puzzled at the sound of the doorbell. The hand with the gun falls almost powerlessly down, and Tintin reluctantly gets up, leaving behind him an upturned living room, unheard screams soaked into the wall, and a half-empty bottle of scotch. And imagine his surprise when the one whom he had already ridiculed, buried, mourned and bargained with God for his own confession appeared behind the opened door.

For Haddock, the ringing in his ears and the pain in the back of his head fades into the background at this moment. His eyes are wider than ever before. The last thing Haddock expected now was to see behind the door of his own apartment the one because of whom he had become cannon fodder, a pawn, an ordinary consumable.

Tintin thinks that it was a strong emotional shock that caused his hallucinations, but everything becomes very tangible and obvious when he is grabbed by the throat, strangled and pushed deeper into the apartment. The pistol held flimsily in his hand falls with a thud and bounces off the floor, the guy’s nails leave hot scratches on skin, clinging to the hope of lowering himself and breathing. Haddock's eyes burns like flames consuming the witch's body. He growls almost gutturally, unable to suppress the desire of the inner monster to strangle with his bare hands this impudent, arrogant and bastard pain in the ass, who imagines himself to be the Lord God.

– H-Haddock–...

But his plans are quickly ruined when faithful Cole rushes to help his owner, and the sharp pain from the bite makes the Captain cry out in pain. A set of moral rules and guidelines forbade Haddock to show any kind of rude attitude towards his smaller brothers, but today he would have to neglect this if he wanted to get rid of a problem of worldwide proportions that fit into an arrogant one and a half meters and an infuriating red forelock.

The help of his four-legged friend was invaluable, and Tintin, stumbling back, greedily tried ti breath, clinging with his hands to objects that were on the surface of the chest of drawers, which he had just flown into. Haddock, having sent the Doberman over the threshold of the apartment with a significant (but not violent) kick, slammed the door and turned around with the same belligerent look. Tintin threw a heavy vase at him (which, however, the Captain fought off with an aggressive crash with only one hand) and immediately rushed to the gun on the floor to defend himself. But he was very quickly knocked off balance by a blow to the solar plexus and collapsed next to it, twisting and trying to breathe when he couldn’t.

– You damn bastard, you just decided to get rid of me, huh?! - Haddock rumbled like the sea typhoon. - I was a complete idiot when I decided that you had even a DROP of humanity! But that's enough with me, brat. Today you will receive what you have long deserved.

Tintin is pulled by the collar, dragged along the floor like a sack of potatoes, and he does not resist, still trying to catch his own breath, but realizing in the corner of his mind that today he will have to pay very generously.

______________________ Well, at this moment, you can decide: the Captain is going to beat Tintin so that his own mother will not recognize him, or for educational purposes he will fuck him until he screams. adios-ss.

I am VERY sorry for any translation errors. You have no idea how difficult it is to adapt your native language to English and at the same time try not to lose the character of what is happening.

The soundtrack to which this was all written:

Warmer – In my head it's like hell.

Thank you for reading!

I love how you draw snowy so much!

He's reached his true potential of 'no brain all fluff' 😍

Only thing is I could never see your interpretation of him drunk like the comics, he's too much of an angel 😇

Haha you fool.

He gets drunk in private now

*the Squad at Disneyland, in the teacups*

Professor, [Name], and Tintin: *spinning a little and talking*

Captain, Szut, and Snowy: *flying past them, spinning as fast as they can, screaming*

For Valentines day, @marlinspike-residents got Snowy a jar of peanut butter!! What a classic!

I leave to get a coffee for two minutes AND THIS HAPPENS

(Thanks for the inspiration, Stella)

Tintin ideas needed? 🤨

Nestor walking in on a drunk Tintin, captain haddock and snowy

Nestor is turning in his 2 weeks notice after this

And Tintin?! Being drunk?!?!?! Haha! He would never! (Nah he had a half sip of whisky and is violently ill)