#yeti

I wanted this set to reference the Rider-Waite tarot deck, as it's iconic! I tried to keep as much symbolism from this deck as possible, while incorperating a lot of appropriate Tintin references. It was important to us that none of these felt like a stretch, so we tried our best to find the best fit for each card, including the card's reverse meaning!

The Fool - New beginnings, taking risks, embarking on a new adventure, independence and blind faith. He even has a little white dog. Of course Tintin is the Fool! The yellow tights indicate he moves forward with self confidence, even if forwards means off a ledge. He carries a white flower, symbolising purity.

The Magician - Manifestation, creation, resourcefulness and inspired action. Calculus's inventions behind him are a nod to each element - the shark submarine represents water, the moon rocket represents fire, the sound weapon represents air and the white roses he creates for Castafiore represent earth! On the table we have Didi's sword, a bottle of Loch Lommond whiskey, a pentacle and King Ottokar's sceptre. This card is my favourite!

The High Priestess - Mystery, intuition and the subconcious mind. Madame Yamilah was the obvious pick, being canonically psychic! I incorperated the curtains from the theatre she performs at, as well as the columns Haddock knocks over, now in black and white to represent light and dark.

The Empress - Motherhood, protection, femininity. There aren't many parents in the Tintin universe, probably by design. Mrs Wang came to mind. I used phoenix motifs in her headress as in Chinese culture they are symbols of femininity, and are distinct from the fiery immortal birds from Greek mythology.

The Emperor - Fatherhood, authority, structure, control. Mr Wang runs a crime fighting organisation and is Didi and Chang's stern father. Dragon motifs represent masculinity, and I referenced ancient Chinese armour as a symbol of protection.

The Hierophant - Tradition, conformity. The Prince of the Sun sticks closely to ancient laws and traditions, but like the card's reverse, is open to new approaches, such as when he takes in Zorrino. I gave him some elements of the priest's clothing to symbolise the Prince's role as a religious leader.

The Lovers - Partnerships, duality and unity! Despite being identical, the Thomsons aren't related. They in fact come from different countries - one is from France and the other is from Switzerland. Me and my friend confirmed this fact at the Herge museum in Belgium! The card's reverse meaning, disharmony and loss of balance, is also very much in line with the Thomsons. I included the internet famous Gay Lions in the background!

The Chariot - Direction. Control. Willpower. These are the perfect descriptors for Arturo Benedetto Giovanni Giuseppe Pietro Arcangelo Alfredo Cartoffoli, the Italian driver that helps out Tintin and Haddock in the Calculus Affair. He may have only appeared for a few pages, and I may be the only person to get this reference, but he is a perfect fit. He drives.

Strength - Compassion, bravery, endurance. Not only has Chang demonstrated these qualities in Tintin in Tibet, he's had to endure a lot of hardship throughout his life, being orphaned, swept up in a flood and watching his home get torn apart by imperial forces. He still comes out the other side patient and compassionate, being one of the few people to recognise a form of humanity in the Yeti, and possibly being the one to change Tintin's entire political journey! Chang is draped with juniper berries.

The Hermit - Laszlo Carreidas is a lonely and isolated millionnaire who goes through a huge personality change. Being drugged with a truth serum makes him more honest and open. His base personality before his development fits with the card's reverse - isolation and a loss of direction.

Wheel of Fortune - Alcazar and Tapioca's conflict is an endless cycle of war for political control. The Wheel of Fortune represents cycles and inevitable fate. Reversed, it represents a lack of control - both Alcazar and Tapioca cycle between having absolute power and no power at all. I dressed Tapioca as Anubis as a nod to the original card!

You giggle, looking around for a seat and finding none. They’re occupying every sittable surface available with their enormous bodies.

As if sensing your doubt… “You can sit right here, darling,” the big yeti drummer says with a wink patting his lap.

The offer sends sparks down your body, your arousal only growing higher.

“Don’t hog her, you idiot,” the big orc responds to his band-mate, them pushing each other as if they were fighting teens.

You giggle and they cease their movements. The leader and singer, a huge gargoyle whose wings are each as wide as a car, coughs and all of you look at him.

“She’s not going to do anything she doesn’t want. Our sweet, sweet human fan is going to get everything she wants tonight, isn’t she?” They all nod in agreement, and your whole body vibrates with anticipation.

Your brain short-circuits for a second, he doesn’t mean…

“Everything?” You repeat, your voice choked and your heartbeat going crazy.

He purrs low in his chest- so loudly and so potently that the floor beneath your feet trembles.

“All you want from us is yours, love.” His thick accent only deepens your desire as they all eat you with their eyes. “Just say yes,” he whispers in a guttural tone that has your panties melting.

You don’t even have to think twice. “Yes.”

Their movements are a blur.

First you’re looking at all three members of your favorite band, and the next thing you know your back is pressed against a wall and your ass is being grabbed as the hottest yeti in existence is claiming your mouth in a hot kiss. There are multiple hands running up and down your body, possessive and claiming as they grope and squeeze, tease and ignite your arousal like nothing else before.

You’re moaning against his mouth when somebody pushes him away. They fight for turns kissing you, their movements too fast for your human eyes as mouth after mouth claim your lips, and hands over hands grope your body until you’re nothing but a puddle of need and desperation.

They’re as desperate as you are, swallowing your moans as your clothes and theirs disappear out of thin air, probably ripped away, maybe torn… You don’t care- not when there’s multiple mouths against your heated skin.

They manhandle you (monster-handle you, even) into the best position they can, tongues dancing around your erect nipples as they grunt and groan, shoving each other to the side to get better access to your body. You’re living your best life as they ravage you completely.

There’s a mouth on your nipple, and some dexterous fingers rubbing your clit in perfect motions as a too long tongue tries to eat you out completely.

The first orgasm catches you off guard, and they cheer and snicker as you arch your back. In the back of your dazed mind you hear them playing rock-paper-scissors to see who fucks you first, but you don’t care when you know that means they’re all planning on getting a turn.

Your eyes are half closed as the yeti claims your mouth in a feverish kiss, a too large dick pushing inside of you as you curse against his lips. You bite down so hard you taste blood, but that only makes him more frantic to fuck you as you pull at his hair. He groans and someone chuckles over his shoulder. You can see the orc smirking down at you as his arm moves rhythmically. You don’t need to be a genius to know what he’s doing.

And then your world tilts its axis and you’re made to straddle the yeti, the big gargoyle now against your back. His stone-cold stone-skin makes you shiver as you feel his tongue on your ass, opening you up, stretching you with too big fingers as another orgasm rips out of you.

The first press of his dick against your asshole is accompanied by a dick against your lips. You open your mouth dutifully as the gargoyle pushes himself inside your ass. They fuck you rhythmically like a well oiled machine… or perhaps like a rock band used to playing together. But this time there’s no instruments- just a horny human between their bodies as they completely rock your body.

They take turns in each one of your holes, filling you up over and over until you can’t distinguish between their dicks, their mouths, their hands… You cum so many times your brain barely functions and you’re so close to heaven you can almost touch it.

By the time they’re done with you, your holes are leaking, exhausted down to your bones. There are three big monsters wrapped around your body.