#padraic ratigan

[tooncraze]

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.

[veronicamouse]

So @bajingoarts has this fanfic called Year of the Rat and one particular scene changed my brain chemistry…

[triple-pupil]

Someone opened the closet door.

[bajingoarts]

Happy Halloween!

He's everything! He's just Basil.

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[seaslugfanclub]

Hello! I just wanna say I really like your Disney Villain writings, they are funny and really cute! Can I request where the Disney villains are fighting over who is Y/N’s favorite villain? I thought it would be funny

Oooh great idea! This one was so much fun to write! (Can you tell that Honest John’s my favorite?)

No, I’m their favorite!!

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No one knows how the conversation subject was brought up, but it more than ruined the villians weekly poker night. Curses filled the air and sidekicks where used as meat shields.

“I’m easily (Y/N)’s favorite person out of all of us, no- this entire park!! No one is better friends than Gaston!!” The Frenchman boasted, loose hair’s flying around his face. “They regularly compliment my physique, and they sneak me in special hair products!! There’s no room for argument!”

“Oh please frenchie, (Y/N) isn’t as daft as the other cast members. They have taste for more refined gentlemen. Like yours truly.” Captain Hook scoffed, ignoring the glares from the other villians. “Might I remind you how they gifted me the entire trilogy of ‘The History of Piracy’? Or how much they enjoy my culinary skills? They have supper with me every Tuesday.” Hook affirmed, more than confident he had bested the competition.

That was quickly interrupted by a swift *bonk* on Hooks head, Jafar looming over the ex- pirate with his staff in hand.

“While I agree with (Y/N)’s taste, it surely isn’t a cowardly captain.”

“Why you-” Hook started, only to be bonked on the head again.

“Why me? Well that’s easy, I’m a very persuasive individual. I’m able to… ‘charm’ those in upper management to give (Y/N) longer breaks, or keep any unsavory park guests from harassing our dear caretaker. (Y/N) obviously favors someone who makes their job easier.”

“Your joking right? Didn’t I see (Y/N) yell at you for 30 minutes straight because you were eyeing that princess Jasmine?” Hades chimes in, finally deciding to butt into the conversation after watching the other villians argue from the sidelines. Jafar stopped speaking, averting his eyes and mumbling.

“Yeah. That’s what I thought. But c’mon guys, you know it’s ya boy here who’s (Y/N)’s number one pal.” Hades points his thumbs towards himself.

“I was one of the first people here who (Y/N) met, we knew each from day uno. I can’t count the amount of times that they’ve kept my shit-ass sun god of a brother from bugging me. And they even made the most adorable altar for me, with pomegranates and the whole works!!”

“Oh, so gauche. If it wasn’t for my expertise (Y/N) wouldn’t be half as stylish as they are. Not to mention our ‘girls nights’. I’ve opened an entire new world of skincare for them!” Cruella hissed. (Actually remembering she had to pick up (Y/N) that special cream made from horseshoe crabs)

A threadbare glove raised amidst the crowd, Honest John appearing from seemingly nowhere

“Im sorry to disappoint you all, but it’s myself who’s won (Y/N) heart. They’ve fallen for my effortless charm lock, stock, and barrel! I mean, I’ve been their nap partner countless a times, they quite enjoy cozying up to my fur.” John preened, smiling back at the memories of warm afternoons snuggled up next to (Y/N).

“Fur!? Why you little- I’ll skin you-”

“Just wait till (Y/N)-”

The poker room devolved into full out brawl, nearby cast members rushing into the room in attempt to break up the crowd. All the while, in an empty back room (Y/N) was sharing a sandwich with their guest.

“Y’know what, Ratigan?” They said between bites. “Your my best friend.”

The rat stared up at them, finishing his bite,

“…. Ew.”

[mintsuwu]

So true anon!!!

[fancyhats-and-fennelsbuds]

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. Got a love-hate relationship with the younger brother, even if, if the aforementioned brother would be in need help, nothing can stop him to be there for him.

We have Sikes 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 a bit too frivolous- but clean, and the bills at the end of the month payed and archived.

(But wait! There's more)

[divinemanicstate]

some more rat men thrown your way

[niassillystuffofficial]

Fresh doodles of those dorks~. Been having a little hard time coming up with ideas so if you guys have a request let me know, it will help me a lot

[niasillystuff]

I was holding back my laughter so bad while making this🤣

[moomkarts]

TGMD bitter exes my beloved 🐭🐀

Speedpaint

[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.

[triple-pupil]

Because I think he deserves both sides of the coin.

[bajingoarts]

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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[veronicamouse]

A certain criminal mastermind has taken over my thoughts again

[fancyhats-and-fennelsbuds]

Oh no Padraic, from the Bi-Queer Polycule-d family member you instantly deyassificated into the cringe uncle

This wholly started from this drawing

Also i must say the second panel came to my mind after that scene from Ice Age with Manny menacingly asking Sid to pooopy check the baby