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maggie moment
#pact web serial#maggie holt#padraic#pact#pact spoilers#my art#got inspired by aggiepython’s 8.1 comic. by pactblr’s powers combined we can turn pact into a graphic novel
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Padraic in Louisiana
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Nice ( and mega sexy :D) Padraic Ratingan in black and white. What i liked the most is: he looks like a wolf :3
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They feel like brothers to me alright
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|Bonus pets content|
We have:
Ratigan as the middle one, even if everyone is sure that he was the absolute first to pop out...how even old is this man? This is truly a mystery. He has a love-hate relationship with the younger brother, even if, in case the aforementioned brother would be in need help, no force would be strong enough to stop Ratigan to be there for him.
We have Sykes that's supposedly the oldest. Short tempered, always comes with hands with the middle one, '...too much, too much plotting, plotting, plotting! Chitter chattering-!' But still, he has a lot of respect for his brilliant mind.
Then John-! Well. He's the youngest. The ray of sunshine. The untouchable. Even Ratigan never pulled his hairs when was little. John has to be the responsible braincell. He's the mediator between his oldest brothers.
When the three of them are together, two full hours cannot pass, without a grumbling or complaining. But at the end of the day, they all had cooked, eaten, and tidied up the kitchen; the house is- maybe overly eccentric in some corners- but clean, and the bills at the end of the month payed and archived.
(But wait! There's more)
#My Johnny boy!! So lovely#john silver#padraic ratigan#professor ratigan#ratigan#bill sykes#Human!Ratigan#Treasure planet#oliver and company#basil of baker street#the great mouse detective#Disney villains#My art#tgmd#morph#roscoe#desoto#felicia#The “Keane” Brothers AU#Today's age headcanon will be: John 50. Ratigan 55. Sykes 60.
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Anger
#art#artists on tumblr#sketch#doodle#fanart#disney#digital art#tgmd#disney's the great mouse detective#the great mouse detective#gmd#padraic ratigan#professor ratigan
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So @bajingoarts has this fanfic called Year of the Rat and one particular scene changed my brain chemistry…
#basigan#tgmd#thegreatmousedetective#ratigan#padraic ratigan#basil x ratigan#i drew this like back in december but i forgot to post it here 😭#also i got shy#for some reason the quality looks bad on mobile to me so im sorry if its extra crunchy
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So true anon!!!
#fanart#sketch#meme#tgmd#the great mouse detective#disney#disney fanart#basil of baker street#basil#ratigan#professor ratigan#padraic ratigan#basigan#i wanted to make this meme with this for so long thank you anon#though tbh i got this ask on my main blog#but since i replied with art stuff i thought of replying here-#basil x ratigan#gay gay homosexual gay
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I watched that movie for the first time in a while and I thought, was he really this gorgeous?
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What if Basil became the villain and Ratigan the hero? One good day...one bad day...could have turned either of them into something else entirely.
AKA Ratigan becomes sad and repressed and Basil become the evil manic twink he's always been.
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#my art#the great mouse detective#ratigan#ratigan x basil#basil of baker street#role swap au#professor ratigan#furries#rat#mouse#padraic ratigan#rasil#basigan#sketchces#concept art#concept design
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Because I think he deserves both sides of the coin.
#Also coloring was so fucking hard#I just don't know how people can choose colors and make them look good#I suffered three hours on a drawing with no shading or lighting#the great mouse detective#great mouse detective#basil of baker street#david q dawson#david q. dawson#Idk what tags he has-#doctor dawson#ratigan#professor ratigan#padraic ratigan#basigan#ratigan x basil#basil x dawson#my shit#I know it's not part of Basil's design but his pants are purple now because I say so#And now I hate that blank space down there-#detective basil#disney movies#disney#swearing in tags
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Oh, Rats
You find a wounded rodent on a stroll by Big Ben and being the kind lady you were, you take it home and tend to it until it gets better. Little do you know what you've done.
(This was really inspired by @sindysugar and @lilgrimmapple I really adore their artwork and story involving The Great Mouse Detective and If you get a chance please check out their stuff. Warnings for Ratigan being in bad shape with some broken bones.)
"I don't like that."
"Don't like what?"
A thunderstorm rolled across the sky that night. The sun was just setting over the horizon with the last few rays of daylight disappearing but it was hard to tell when the dark storm clouds took over the sky and claimed them as their own. Thunder shaking the lanes of the windows and lightning sounded off like an angry whip from whatever deity was angrily stomping around the clouded skies, lighting up the sky and city below for nothing but a brief second.
It would've been absolutely dark if you hadn't lit up a few candles inside the comfy room and placed them on the table to light up the room. The warm light comforting against the scary night sky that just appeared as the last few daylights were chased away. The candlelight lighting up the scowling scrunched up face of the old maid that peered downwards at the rather large vanity in the room. It was large enough to be used as a vanity, work desk, and table so you used it as such. But lately it's had a new purpose. And it's purpose being the temporary home for your temporary new roommate.
"I swear whatever this...this THING is it's evil!," she spoke pointing out a little but decently sized caged sitting on the vanity. It had been an old bird cage stored in the attic but you'd brought it out again to use it for someone else. "The way it just looks at everyone..." She shivered. "I swear it's almost human like! It's disturbing!"
"Calm down, Olga." Your calm voice usually soothed the older woman of any worries but lately her insistence has been a bother. Soft hands closed the curtains to your window hiding the sights of the gloomy storm outside. "He's just a harmless little mouse, and you don't have to take care of him. So why does his presence in one room of the house where you can just easily avoid him forever bother you so?"
The woman never looked up from where or more accurately WHO and WHAT she was staring at giving a loud huff of disapproval. "Hmph. It's his look that bothers me. I swear that evil smugness he always gives me is unlike a rodent!"
You sighed again as she finally turned up her nose, laundry in her arms. This happened every day since you first brought it home. Brought HIM home. Ignoring her worries, your footsteps echoed in the room making the small journey across the room to the vanity and smiled at the little occupant of the cage.
"Hello there. Is Olga being a worrier again?" Your voice softly cooed.
Black eyes turned up towards you from the inside, teeth on display but you knew it wasn't malicious. He just seemed to like his teeth showing. Honestly it looked almost like a smirk but that was ridiculous. Mice couldn't have enough thought process to smirk. Olga was just imagining things as usual.
"I find it disturbing how you treat it?"
"Don't like how I treat him how?," you questioned playfully wagging a finger at the cage like it was a kitten instead of a mouse.
"That! Like THAT!!" A finger released itself from the laundry she held to point at you. "You talk to that creature as if it was a human! It's disturbing and not normal!"
You again sighed tiredly before looking at her. "I talk to them the same as I do everyone else. Is that so wrong?"
"YES! It's not an equal it's a filthy vermin!"
"He's not filthy. He had a bath yesterday and I cleaned the cage this morning."
"That isn't what I meant and you know that."
Another soft sigh left your mouth along with a tired eye roll. This has happened over and over again with Olga. Honestly the older woman didn't like any animals unless it was cooked on a plate for her to eat, so this wasn't an unusual occurrence but it has been the first time she's been so insistent about you getting rid of the animal. She must really not like like mice.
She hated him the moment you brought the poor thing home with you. It was on a similarly stormy night actually just like this one some weeks ago. You were taking a stroll through the streets of London after a day of shopping but lost track of time. A storm was coming in from the thick fog and made itself known. You decided to take a short cut past the famous Big Ben to get home faster but something else had caught your hurried attention.
As you hurried down the sidewalks with thunder sounding overhead and the fog clouding the streets, your footsteps echoed throughout the dark streets eerily, something caught your eye. A single black lump laid out upon the middle of said sidewalk making you slow down to a stop until it was but a yard away from you. What was..that? It looked at first like a black blob a little larger than a single one of your hands within the fog but as you slowly approached, it began to form more clearer and take shape. It was a-..
A large mouse? Rat maybe?
Whichever one it was, it laid face down splayed against the concrete covered in some kind of tattered black cloth. ..Poor thing. Many people considered rodents in general a burden and considered it good fortune at seeing one dead but you couldn't help but feel sorry for it. Maybe it was because you loved animals but you did feel sorry for it. It must've been stepped on by someone or maybe run over by a moving carriage the wheels throwing it onto the sidewalk with their momentum. Although you hadn't the faintest idea why it was covered in black fabric. Maybe it crawled out from a dumpster tangled in it? Or had someone tied a bag around it only for the animal to shred it apart? You had no idea.
But SOMETHING important caught your attention as you took a closer look at it. It's chest slowly and shakily rising and falling in shaking breaths. A wheezing breathing gasping sound exiting it's mouth as it desperately clung onto life. It's body shook lightly with every gasp. It was-
"You're alive."
Olga shrieked when you got home shopping bags around your elbows and a half dead unconscious rodent in your hands wrapped up in your handkerchief. She shrieked at you that it carried diseases and it was dirty and it should die and you should throw it out the door right that second! You ignored her of course because she always reacted this way whenever you brought home an animal and sent for the local veterinarian.
"He's incredibly lucky to be alive," the doctor had told you after the animal had been properly cleaned up and treated. "Any more time out there, especially in the rain, and he would've died. I don't know where you find these beasts but as my best customer my service is yours."
"Is he going to be alright?"
"Certainly! He has some broken bones specifically some broken ribs and some wounds but with proper treatment he should be back to normal again in no time! I'll write down the care he needs and prescribe some medicine that ought to help."
Your care had been going on for a while now since then and he's been doing so much better! You made sure he was given a good clean space to stay in and comfortable things that seemed to make him feel better. Though it was quite odd for a mouse. He seemed to prefer the water you gave him in a smallish wine glass (small to a human not him), and he seemed to not like the scraps you tried giving himself. You tried giving him fresh food cut from your daily meals, which worked better. It was almost like he preferred to be served actual meals like you were a maid instead of feasting on scraps like mice usually do. But you supposed after spending so much time outside any animal would want fresh food instead of old scraps. His bed was an old cushion that was torn apart by a cat you were also caring for but had managed to sew the scrapped fabric up enough to make him a small pillow to rest on. Which he was doing now.
"You said that about every animal I've cared for," you pointed out to her raising a brow. "Like the dog with the broken leg. You said he was possessed by an evil spirit. Or the carriage horse. You say that he's waiting for you to get in front of him to run you over!"
"I stand by both of those statements still thank you very much! But this thing-" she shuddered hard. "There's something else about him that's borderline evil!"
"He's not evil. He's a mouse-"
"That thing tried to bite me through the cage first week he was here!," he accused.
"That's because you yelled at him and hit his cage which I told you NOT to do!," you countered back with a frown and crossed arms. "He was hurt, irritated, and you scared him being aggressive like that."
You remembered that day. Olga shrieked and SWORE he was smirking at her and called him a qoute 'disgusting, filthy, disease carrying, germ and flea infested, ugly RAT' before hitting her fist on top of his cage. She almost got bit when the mouse let out a rather loud squeak. A rage fueled squeak that sounded almost like a shriek itself as it lashed out and was almost able to catch her pinky finger in his teeth. To this day you've never heard any rodent sound like that. You had to physically shove the hysterical screaming woman out of your room and lock the door to prevent her from swinging the broom at the cage and it took nearly an hour and a half for the mouse to calm down enough for you to safely look over himself. Thankfully both were ok but you've banned Olga from going into your room at all unless you were there and made it clear if anything were to happen to him, she'd be fired immediately. You were now tired of her continued antics.
"Just leave him alone!," you ordered firmly. "He's very well behaved and he's not staying here forever. It's just until he gets all better then I'm going to release him back outside."
"Hmph. Well that's the only good thing about him being here! I swear that thing is evil and I won't change my mind. "
"Oh come now. If he was really bad he would've done something to me by now. He's so good even the kitty I'm looking after likes him."
"You mean that obese beast that eats all our good fish and lazes about all day? She's almost as bad as him."
You scowled harder at her making her sigh. The poor kitty had fur torn from her making bald spots and looked like a pack of stray dogs got her. You brought her back home to recover about two weeks before you found the mouse. Both seemed to like each other very much when you accidentally left the door open one day and came back to find both cuddled up with each other. But surprise surprise Olga didn't like her either.
"She's on a diet so she's not used to not getting so much food. Whoever owned her previously probably just over spoiled her so she's not used to portions." You didn't see it but the mouse gave you an eye roll of slight irritation before you smiled back at him. "He's a little extinguished gentlemen. Here. I'll show you."
Olga looked physically disgusted before you reached out and with a click slide the door wide open. Her face immediately paled as your hands reached in cupped and you cooed at him like you would a kitten to come over to you.
"W-WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"
You looked up at her shriek not seeing how he stood up on two legs before turning on a heel and flopping onto your palms smugly. "I'm taking him out. He's always so well behaved." Her expression worsened as you pulled your hands out with the mouse in it and smiled brightly holding him up. "See? Isn't he such a cute little guy?"
Instead of answering she squealed out as the mouse stuck it's tongue at her not that you saw and pressed herself Against the doorway in her panic fumbling with the doorknob. Wretching it open a sheet dropped from her arms as her fearful squealing continued down the hall and towards the downstairs. You blinked for a moment as the door slowly creaked closed again and more thunder rolled above you. Eventually sighing as the mouse flipped onto his stomach and regarded you with a smile as you shook your head.
"I swear that woman just hates any animal she doesn't eat. You're certainly a gentleman no matter what anyone says. Let's get you back to bed now."
Gently your hands pushed him back into the pen and laid him stomach down on the comfy pillow. However his front paws caught onto your pointer finger and a small kiss like motion was felt on your skin. Blinking you pulled your hand away from him to look at it then at him.. before shaking your head and relocking the cage. Kissing your hand. Too many of Olga's fears was getting in your head. He probably just licked you as any animal would do.
After all he was just a rodent and nothing more.
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SIGHHHHHH
I’ve always loved Ratigan’s design- it’s perfection. His large imposing figure (as he’s a rat, duh) compared to the rest of the cast, but because he disallows himself to be held to the regard of a rat he carries himself with immense grace. He’s so fluid and graceful for a character of his build, reflecting just how hard he’s worked to conseil his identity. It’s not that he wants to be a mouse, it’s that he doesn’t want to be perceived as a rat. Rats don’t exactly have the cleanest of reputations, and Ratigan refuses to let that fact define him. He’ll show them, he’ll show them all.
#one of Disney’s best villains#i don’t take criticism#I need more#the great mouse detective#professor ratigan#padraic ratigan#sketch#doodle#digital art#fanart#character study
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This is a fanart inspired by the ao3 fanfic the yeart if the rat by @bajingoarts . A friend showed it to me and since then they have lived in my head, they gave me a lobotomy, I only think about gay rats. It truly changed my life.
#basigan#basil of baker street#professor ratigan#padraic ratigan#basil x ratigan#gay rats#gay#gay art#fanart
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ratigan canonically surviving the fall from big ben
except he and basil decide to forgive each other and retire i guess
#the great mouse detective#tgmd#padraic ratigan#basil#basigan#my beloveds#old man yaoi but make it rats - a follower of mine
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Maleficent: I’m not just a bitch, I’m a bitch with a backstory
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(Y/N): Yep, sometimes I gotta beat the ladies off with a stick~
*(Y/N), using a stick to fend of Madam Mim*: BACK WOMAN, BACK I SAID
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Hades: It’s really cute how you’re “gonna defeat me with the power of friendship” and all, but again. I am the devil. From the Bible, so—
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(Y/N): Woah, he’s bisexual I didn’t know that
Literally every male villain: By the way, I’m bisexual
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*(Y/N) running around the park with the female villains*: LETS GO LESBIANS LETS GO—
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*(Y/N) passing out balloons at the park*: I have no soul, have a nice day :D!!
*Hades taking a balloon*: I don’t have one either
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(Y/N): I’m gay for you. And you’re… gay for me.
Little John: Robin why’re you gay for that guy?
Robin Hood: I’m NOT! they’re talking stupid!
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* (Y/N) holding Ratigan as they talk about something stupid *
Ratigan: I wonder if a fall from this height would kill me
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(Y/N): You’re the worst person I’ve met in Toon Town
Frollo: You are deaf to the sins of the world
#disney villains#self insert#disney imagine#disney x reader#disney hades#claude frollo#disney robin hood#maleficent#padraic ratigan
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