Posts tagged tintin
Posts tagged tintin
Ils sont revenus - The Return
//Thundering typhoons! That boy is too much to handle for me. Someone get me out of here!//
"C’mon, Captain. Only twenty more Nazi zombies to kill, then we can go home and get rid of our clothes."
Hullo! I haven’t been around here for a while but I’m still fangirlin’ hard. :]
Here, have a digitally painted study of a bothered Tintin (based on a photo of this pretty redhead: http://forums.thefashionspot.com/f127/david-brunier-73069.html - he even wears a trenchcoat, oh my)
My newest digital painting! :)
How many Tintin references can you find in this illustration?
Check out my brother doing his own artwork! Creating a big 3-dimensional tabletop map of Middle Earth.
I’M SO PROUD OF MY LITTLE BABY BRO! :D
GO GO KID! KICK SOME ASS!
It feels amazing not to be the only creator in my family, really.
(He has drawn Tintin/Haddock too; but apparently it’s not gonna get any slashier than this! LOL)
"Sorry, fangirls, I’m already taken! Au revoir!”
Reunion at Ostend Harbour - Homecoming - 1945
Painted in Photoshop using a Wacom tablet. Took between 20-30 hours, spread over several days. Inspired by the fanfiction “Homecoming” by Azzy.
I will make another version of this, a non-Tintin/non-fanart painting with different characters. I love painting Tintin fanart but for an aspiring pro illustrator, fanart is so useless - I can’t sell prints of it, can’t license it to anyone, can’t make merchandise of it, can’t show it at some websites, can’t enter it in many contests, etc. etc. :/ Also, I don’t want to ruin a potential client’s childhood. Sorry if this just ruined yours.
The last hurried telegram that reached him had been sparsely detailed and half-blacked-out, only the words ‘__________AT SEA AGAIN________ CPT HADDOCK’ remaining. Tintin still has the scrap of paper, ragged from his own stroking fingertips, despite everything that the war has taken from him.
“I miss you so much, Captain,” he blurts out, helpless to stop the words, “I miss you, I miss you, why didn’t you-”
The bubbling hiss is his only answer. He knows why Haddock didn’t follow, this time; Britain called him, the last beleaguered bastion against Hitler’s might, and what could the captain do but answer? Tintin had flung himself headlong into death, after all. “Captain,” he says, low, desperate, and with a precise click, the line goes dead.
It is October 1940. The world is at war.
Painted by me, using Wacom tablet and Photoshop. Inspired by this beautiful fanfiction