#rasil

[bajingo]

Patreon request! Possessive Ratigan!

[grinningfox]

Ratigan was furious.

This was the second caper that Basil managed to foil, and he was forced to abandon the job before it resulted in a confrontation with the police or him in jail. As he scrapped the plan and made away with what sad little portion of the heist that he and his crew did succeed to acquire, he turned and saw that smug, knowing grin on Basil's face.

"Checkmate, old boy."

That infuriated him the most.

Back at his hideout, he was in a rage. A chair was thrown against the wall, valuables knocked off of his bureau and scattered all over the floor. He then reached for the object of his anger, his frustrations, and grabbed the little doll that imitated dear Basil of Baker Street right off of the mantel. He snatched it with such force that all the pins sticking inside of it like some voodoo craft fell off.

Ratigan gripped it tight, his eyes looking to the fireplace and watching the flames dance and flicker. He moved closer to it, the doll still in hand. Burn it, he thought.

Burn him.

He almost threw the doll in the fire. He was ready to. But then he looked down at it in his hand, and the death grip lessened. A tightness formed in his chest. The anger began to subside, but now in its place were the emotions Ratigan tried again and again to bury, but they always came creeping back...

Emotions he felt back before he and Basil were on the opposite end of things. Before when they shared more than just their ambitions, dreams and ideals.

He gently rubbed his thumb along the doll's cheek as he looked down on it, then closed his eyes as he brought it close to his face and took in a deep breath.

It still smelled like him.

He had it stuffed with the tobacco Basil often preferred smoking in his pipe. And how he loved that smell.

It would swirl about them, sweet and smokey, on warm, lazy afternoons after enjoying each other's company.

Oh, how he loved those days. Loved him.

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I wanted to draw this tiny little headcanon of mine in a comic format, but sometimes it's hard to convey across what you want to express in that matter, so I decided to just write a little story to go with the drawing instead lol.

[bajingoo]

Whoops my hand slipped.

Full image here.

My art tumblr here.

[lemedstudent2021]

Reem (ريم) in Arabic means “Gazelle",

a symbol of tenderness, purity and a sign of beauty.

Rasil (رسيل) in Arabic means "Fresh and pure water",

symbolizing softness, delicacy, and Yusr (ease).

We have all heard the story of the child Reem, who was martyred in Gaza by the bombing of the Zionist entity, and today we will talk about a similar story of the child Rasil, who was martyred at the hands of the terrorist Rapid Support militia, who are no different from the Zionists.

Her story is very sad and what happened to her is painful for all of us.

Children six years old and younger are killed without mercy. They cannot find anyone to help them and hide under cars for fear of the actions of terrorist criminals supported by one of the countries, and the world is still silent about them!

Be helpful to Sudan, Palestine, Gaza and also Syria and do not ignore what is happening to them

[blogwelberfotos-blog]

WELBERNEWSNOTICIAS ANO 2023. ABALOS SISMICOS EM INTERIOR DE AO PAULO ESTADOS UNIDOS MIAMI LITORAIS.

[murasaki-cha]

Tcf part 2 chapter 236

“Rasheel, apple pie, no, it’s our human's! You should eat nut pie!” A nut pie went into the mouth of Rasil, who was standing awkwardly.

SO CUUUUUUTE!!!!!!!! RAON HAS PIES FOR EVERYONE!!! Why am I crying?

[b-rasil]

e a unesp, hein?

olá, pessoal! eu decidi logar nessa conta depois de anos porque algo bem inusitado aconteceu; simplesmente o meu desenho do ouro apareceu na prova da unesp kkkkkkkk

Fiquei sabendo pela minha outra conta, me enviaram asks e prints avisando sobre isso tudo. Eu fiquei rindo horrores, cheguei a comentar sobre essa bizarrice com a minha família, e eles acharam muito engraçado.

eu não uso mais essa conta aqui; eu aposentei o @b-rasil faz alguns anos já. eu ainda era uma criança quando a criei... tinha até me esquecido o e-mail daqui, sorte a minha que consegui lembrar na reta final!

Eu não parei de fazer desenhos, atualmente uso o blog @ms-lirio, com novos personagens, mas com a mesma temática, hetalia (anime sobre personificação de países), sendo o foco principal a minha personagem que representa o Brasil.

Eu não esperava que algo assim acontecesse, foi aleatório.... até porque os desenhos daqui estão bem antigos e empoeirados. Quando eu mudei de conta, pensei em deletar o @b-rasil , pois, na época em que ainda publicava meus desenhos aqui, eu era muito nova e imatura. Mas como criei o blog em 2014, fiquei com pena de deletar tudo e apagar o que fez parte da minha história como artista.

Atualmente tenho vinte e um anos, fiz o desenho do ouro quando eu ainda estava no ensino médio kkkkkk me senti nostálgica ao voltar para cá.

Muito obrigada pelos comentários e mensagens carinhosas. Eu li tudo.

Enfim, eu fico feliz que essa ilustração de 2018 tenha tirado um sorriso de vocês durante a prova. Desejo uma boa sorte a todos. Um beijão pra quem veio pela unesp. 😙

E obrigada a quem elegeu o meu desenho para ilustrar a questão. Como faço parte da área da educação, fiquei muito feliz em ver o meu desenho numa prova importante, sendo usado de uma maneira didática!

[theprissythumbelina]

OC in Three

No one tagged me for this but I really wanted to introduce this character, now that I have finally figured out her name.

Lupa Al-Rasil was born to a minor noble family on the Island nation of Nusa, to a Nusuan father and a Espalan mother. Her education and upbringing was somewhat atypical, as despite their low status, her parents ensured she had the best education, and her talent for Necromancy was discovered early. In Nusa, contrary to the majority of the Northern Continent, necromancy was seen as a way of ensuring peace and continuity between the souls of the newly dead and the living, and was not persecuted. Lupa was known for being strong-willed and lively, with a taste for adventure, and was caught several times having love affairs with sailors of her parents' shipping company. Three weeks after her betrothal was announced to an Espalan nobleman, Lupa disappeared.

(Ebonée Noel in Still Star Crossed)

Over a year later, Lupa arrived, alone and pregnant, in the ports of Themasshir. She gave birth to her daughter, Nicolette, 3 months later while living in the slums of the city, and remained in Themasshir until the girl was about a 4 years old. Then, for whatever reason, she and her daughter left the port city and began moving around, almost as if they were fleeing something. They rarely stayed anywhere more than a few months, and gave different names in different places. Finally, Lupa and Nicolette settled in the tiny, struggling town of Lincoln, where they remained. Lupa worked as the groundskeeper for the town cemetery, and sold minor potions on the side. At this time, Lupa changed her and her daughter's surnames to Dubois.

Lupa made sure to educate her daughter as best she could, including in the necromantic arts, which Nicolette also showed aptitude in. However, as Nicolette became a teenager, Lupa began to sicken. Shortly after Nicolette's 18th birthday, Lupa died of lung cancer. She was 39 years old.

Months later, when the ground had thawed enough to dig, Nicolette performed a forbidden ritual and attempted to revive her mother, but only managed to create an undead walking corpse, which now inhabits her home.

Sarah Amankwah in World War Z

I hope you all enjoyed this little tragic backstory of Nicolette's mother! Tagging @winterandwords @illarian-rambling @awritingcaitlin @amaiguri @talesofsorrowandofruin and OPEN TAG!

[intellectual6666]

Someone ate my garden made "Laal, rasile, pake hue tamatar" 🥹🥹🥹

[bajingo]

Sketch request from Patreon. Basil is not interested in sharing his nemesis...

[grinningfox]

Kiss~

[suzie-guru]

I’d like to publicly thank and call out @bajingoo for indoctrinating me into the Rasil Ship. The hyper fixation is real, gang.

Please check out their fanfic Year of the Rat, it’s INCREDIBLE.

[cactiflowerforreals]

OK I JUST WANNA SAY

UR ART IS JUST SO “MWAH” CHEFS KISS

DO NOT EVER STOP, IF YOU DO, LOOK AT THIS AND U WILL FEEL MOTIVATED

I also love the way how you draw b(rasil ( haha get it becuase Brazil and basil-)

Thank you!!! I try 😭

[ms-lirio]

mana eu fiquei até mal kkkkk

eu te seguia na minha conta antiga e quando eu vi o @ eu quase morri. maior crossover de todos os tempos

o multiverso do brasiliene se expande

AMG SIM

Eu era o ser vivo por trás de todo o multiverso kakaka, foi uma época legal, e poder logar no @b-rasil depois de anos foi bem divertido isso!

Pelo menos o Kauã vez ou outra dá as caras por aquikkkkkk

KAUÃ JUMPSCARE

[murasaki-cha]

Tcf part 2 chapter 236

Rasil did not see giving up or running away as a bad thing. There are times in life when you have to do that.

So true bestie so true. Tcf gives some incredible life advice sometimes

[ask-krismas]

Am I the only one who's curious why Susie and Rasile didn't hear Kris screaming earlier?