HIATUS.

refer to this post regarding my hiatus. don't follow if you don't plan on writing with me, or talking to me ooc.

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So, it’s been a few months since i completely dipped from tumblr, from all of my blogs. It’s been radio silent on my end because as i said in my lengthy hiatus post, i had some real problems i needed to deal with. Now, things aren’t completely better and i’m not gonna sit here and lie and say everything’s great i’m doing fantastic. But the point is my health has improved a bit, I’ve traveled to puerto rico to meet family and surround myself with people who love me. I’ve fixed some wounded friendships, a niece was born and i have a godson on the way. Life has been hectic, it has NOT been easy, each day is a struggle but all in all i’m in a better spot than i was months ago. This is the last update i’m giving, and i’ll be deleting all of my blogs shortly.

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“     my apologies, miss.     wasn’t   looking   where   i   was   going     ,     you   can   blame   the   furry   one   here     .     he’s   a   little   too   excited   about   being   in   new   york   again     .     ”     words   are   followed   by   canine   companions   amused   barking   as   tintin   scrambles     ,     knees   on   concrete   gathering   various   newspaper   articles   and   other   important   documents   sprawled   on   the   floor     .     binder   labelled     [     ALIEN INTERFERENCE ?? HUMANOID ANIMALS ??      ]     is   swung   open   and   once   fallen   papers   are   quickly   stuffed   within     ,     returning   the   contents   without   a   single   page   fold     .     back   on   his   feet     ,     he   holds   a   hand   out   in   front   of   her     .     “     tintin     ,     reporter     .     ”

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maybe one day when i'm feeling better and not on hiatus I'll post about npcs.

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crimenight‌:

❝      HELLO TINTIN .  .    i did,    in fact,    i was just reading it this morning.    you might get a bit of  backlash  from the tabloids about your story     ;    no one likes to see bruce wayne in  good light    —-    but i have to thank you,    it was kind of you to do something like that.     ❜     

“     consider it a favor for a friend.     despite   their   scrutiny     ,     you’re   a   good   man     ,     bruce     .     it’s   about   time   you’re   seen   as   such     .     the   press   have   the   tendency   to   villainize   the   good   for   shock   value     ,     or   for   more   of   an   audience     .     nasty   business     .     ”

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OOC.     if you didn’t know - i’m on hiatus. i’m getting my mental health together and i’ve been keeping off of tumblr. i’m not really doing the best but i need a distraction so consider this a STARTER CALL. don’t expect much from me.

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                              TIN/TIN FC EDIT             partners can reblog.

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mystires‌:

❛     YEAH….     i  think,   i  don’t  know… we  got  the  guy  but…  these  reporters  seem  to  fixate  over  the  damage.   god,  i  hate  them  some times.      ❜

❛     AH,     I KNOW THE FEELING.                      just remember that you did nothing wrong.     they will always find something negative to say.     don’t let them get to you,     darling.     ❜

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                             TIN/TIN AES EDIT 01           in general aesthetic.

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lovefoole‌:

         ❛       OBVIOUSLY .     ❜          suspicion   is    stealth   in    cerulean    gaze ,    dense    contrast    to    the    causality    of    his    voice .   balmy   air,    rich    with  brine    and    the    ocean’s   cool    breath .       ❛       it    does    you    no    good    here    —    being    a    stranger ,   i  mean .      ❜

❛     AND WHY’S THAT?     ❜     convincing     (     false     )     naivety stains the tone,     he radiates an asinine ignorance.     ❛     i hope i’m not in any danger.     ❜     it’s spoken with a smile,     dimples ever present on coquelicot cheeks.     he maintains softness despite the cold steel of his gun pressed against his hip.     he’s waiting.

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❛     I SAW THE STORY ON THE NEWS.                        are you alright?    ❜

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❛     MONSIEUR BRUCE!                         ah,     did you get my paper in the mail?     ❜

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❛     AH,     I SEE NOW.                         you lot aren’t used to strangers  in your midst.     ❜

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“ I thought you were a student ... “

HE IS:     PROUD,     FULL OF PRIDE.     but it refrains from reaching overbearing levels.     more so it translates into genuine adoration for his occupation.     ocean eyes gaze ‘pon her as if she were a distant shore and he:     thalassic,     a sailor lost at sea.     eyes bright and full of hope,     rose red lips bloom into a smile.     ❛     non!     i am a reporter.                         journalist.     ❜     his name is a household one,     made known across the globe in every land.     yet he does not boast.     does not inflate his ego and carry on listing every achievement with austerity.     (     AS HE COULD GO ON FOREVER IF HE SO CHOSE TO.     HE:     WONDER BOY,     WORLD REPORTER NUMBER ONE.     KINGS HAVE HELD CELEBRATION IN HIS NAME.     )     such asininity was beneath him,     so he thinks.     

❛     all in the spirit of honesty,     i’ve never attended school a day in my life.     ❜                       a pause.     it was refreshing,     he thinks.     having someone who didn’t know him on the spot,     no capability of beguiling him.     it was as though for once,     he was a stranger,     and not a face to be recognized and scrutinized.     no anachronism,     someone who blend right in     (     LIKE HE DOES ON CASES.     ).     someone absent fame and absent laurels.     someone normal,     and he enjoys it.

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#GREAT SNAKES!  as  long  as  i  don’t  die  this  is  going  to  be  one  hell  of  a  story  !  /  indie  tintin  of  hergé’s  les  aventures  de  tintin  series  .  established  04202017  .  remade  0918  /  written  by  mason  .

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SOMEWHERE  AT  A  TRAIN  STATION . . .  with  @reportin

shawky  tries  to  mask  the  turmoil  escalating  in  the  pit  of  his  stomach  by  chugging  the  remaining  water  left  in  his  thermos  .  his  eyes  dart  over  to  tintin  a  few  times  ,  brows  soft  ,  eyes  muted  with  every  glance                         it’s  hard  to  come  to  terms  with  the  fact  that  they’ll  be  separated …  again  ,  for  what  feels  like  an  eternity  .  they’re  here  waiting  at  the  station  together  ,  waiting  for  tintin’s  train  to  arrive  .  shawky  volunteered  to  come  with  .  ❝  do  you  think  it’ll  be  a  fun  adventure  ?  ❞  shawky  asks  rather  innocently  ,  finally  speaking  up  over  the  noisy  crowds  around  them  .  ❝  and  will  you  promise  to  be  safe  ?  ❞

EXCITEMENT BREWS WITHIN HIM.     this is how he always is.     wide grins,     coffee in hand and anxieties nowhere in sight.     he craves the adventure,     the hunt for a new story.     to tintin,     there was nothing better than justice and a hot story in the papers spilling truth.     but oh how he wishes the other could accompany him.     ❛     it always is.   ❜     his smile masks complex emotion     (     an underlying sadness     ),     but his job holds top priority.     ❛     i promise.     don’t worry,     snowy would never let anything happen to his papa.     ❜     snowy paws at shawkys boots,     as if backing up what tintin had said.     ❛     i’ll give you a call once i get to my room.     this assignment won’t last long,     i reckon.     i’ll be back in no time.     ❜