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GMD AU - Colonel Doran

Introducing Colonel Doran from Eve Titus' Basil of Baker Street, in my version if introduced in Disney's Great Mouse Detective. Instead of being a captain from book series, he is a colonel. Next to Ratigan, he is one of the dangerous criminals and is a successor to Ratigan's crime organization by luring the miserable or desperate mice in his island and force them to fight or survive in his hunting game (19th Century version of Squid Game) and have his patrons wage a bet of gambling which mouse will survive.

In my own take of Great Mouse Detective, he is one of the few rats to live in the British Mousedom alongside Padraic Ratigan. They're in fact, best friends. When Ratigan went through the harsh bullying and discrimination for being a rat, Doran was first to avenge his friend by hanging those bullying mice upside down on a tree or dump them in the alley full of cats forcing them to survive.

He firmly believes mice are inferior and rats are superior, hence, he willingly accepted Ratigan's offer to join him in his illustriously nefarious crime organization. Doran express a blatant disrespect for high-classed or royal mice, but speaks very obedient and polite to Professor Ratigan, via referring him as "Lord" or "Sir". When Ratigan died from the battle at the Big Ben, Doran returned from India and decided to avenge his dear friend, determined to hunt down Basil and kill him a slow and painful way possible.

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SHAKESPEARE TIME, SUCKERS!

I know it's been forever since I posted here, but I'm Back on here and probably will be posting most of my gmd art on here.

Anyway, figured putting some of these guys into Shakespeare (sort of) stories would be fun and I just recently got done with doing Taming of the Shrew!

Speaking of which:

TAMING OF THE SHREW - PART 1

“Father?”

Ratigan flicked an ear as he looked glanced up from his newspaper towards the approaching child. Young Lillian softly padded up to the rat, clutching a rather thick looking book.

“Can… you read this to me?” The young girl lifted the book up.. Ratigan raised a brow as he took the book, looking over the cover.

“The Works of Willmouse Shakespeare? I highly doubt we’d have enough time to read through all the plays in one sitting, Lillian,” he raised a brow.

“I know, but some of the words are hard… Can you read to me just one of them? Please?” The little blonde reached for the chair’s arm as she plead. “Floyd was too busy fixing something to read to me.”

Ratigan opened his mouth before registering what his daughter had just said. His mouth closed as he tried to think of what horror the boy could be working on this time…

“If your mother and I had that boy years earlier, I would have never needed Flaversham… I’ll leave that terror to your mother for now,” he grimaced as he set his paper aside. He picked the girl up to put on his lap and opened the book. “Very well then, which of these works were you hoping for?”

Lillian gave a small giggle, flipping through the pages. “Um… this one!”

Ratigan stared at the page, then at his daughter.

“Taming of the Shrew?”

“Uh-huh!”

“Lillian, we use actual words in this house.”

Lillian’s ears went down as she looked up sheepishly.

“Oh, sorry. Um, yes. It’s about shrews, right?”

Ratigan leaned back, trying to not shake in a bit of mirth.

“Well, not the type of shrew you’re thinking about. No, this is play’s shrew means a bad-tempered and aggressive woman.”

“Like Ma?”

Another battle of struggling to not shake with mirth begun as he thought over the comparison.

“I- I suppose that would be quite the comparison, yes,” he wheezed out as he turned the title page. Lillian smiled as she rested back against her father, already imagining her cast with what she knew of them.

“Yer joking.”

Lachlan sat back in his chair as he stared at the mice before him. Eveline smiled nervously before him, her hands clasped in front of her in a pleading motion while her daughter Ethel stood to the side, quiet as a mouse could be.

“I know this is quite the unexpected request but I was hoping on the grounds of family-”

“Lass, yer connection to my family was through me wife, and that’s still distant *at best.* Not to mention she’s been dead for decades,” the gerbil rubbed his forehead.

“I wouldn’t say her and I being first cousins once removed is *that* distinct,” Lady Blair smiled tensely.

“And you want *my* help with finding a husband for yer daughter here? Isn’t your other one married now, what’s so difficult with this wee dove? Surely there’s closer relatives to help?”

“My sister-in-law had tried to introduce her to the Riverfields.”

“Nevermind, I see why ye’d sooner trust the like of me in that case,” Lachlan sighed. “Alright, fine, I’ll help, but I got rules. First, I have me own daughter Evans here I’m trying to see be well off. I do have priroties, Lady Blair.”

“That’s actually even more the reason why I came for your help!” Lady Blair smiled. “You see, the suitors who usually come for my Ethel are… well…”

“Scoundrels?” Lachlan deadpanned.

“Well, yes. But you’d have a wonderful eye for it! And with the reputation your daughter has, many could be discouraged if-” Lachlan’s ears perked up as he realized the plot.

“If I say she has to be married before wee Ethel. Or at least until you find a good enough lad yerself. I see the game…” Lachlan hummed, scratching his chin. “Fine, then, Lady Blair. I’ll draw up the deal for us two to sign.”

“Marvelous!”

Ethel quivered in her corner, eyeing her cousin Evans and tensing as she met those cold green eyes. Evans huffed and crossed her arms, storming out of the room.

“Lads, I told the lot of ya, the niece will be wed when my daughter is wed,” the male gerbil huffed, his arms crossed. Evans, the daughter in question, crossed her own arms as well, sneering.

“Now if either of ya wish to court Evans, please, leave shall ya have to court her at yer pleasure,” Lachlan continued.

“To cart her, more like,” Brighton scrunched his face up as he took a step back.

“Papa, you trying to make a stock of me in front of these mates?” Evans sneered, glaring at the redheaded mouse as he cowed.

“‘Mates?’ You’re a brute, Miss Knox, you won’t have any with your manners, much less your temper,” the rat Doran stood tall with his chest out. The bravado did nothing though, as he and Brighton both recoiled upon Evans tasking a swing at them. Lachlan gave no show to any of it, remaining where he was as he glared at the men.

“Lads, I have said what I have said ‘nd I’ll make good on it. Ethel, get on inside. I’m sure yer mother won’t mind the extra time to search her own idea for a husband for ya,” he gestured Ethel away. It did nothing to ease the emotions going through Evans, however.

“The spoiled wee dove!” She hissed.

“Don’t let me be the cause for your discontent, cousin,” Ethel grimaced as she stepped back with her shoulders tense. “At least find some glee in how this situation too displeases me.” She turned back to the men, bowing her head slightly.

“I’ll take my leave, sirs.”

Brighton and Doran kept their eyes on the retreating mouse before glaring over at the gerbils.

“Why cage that little morsel with this fiend, Mr. Knox?” Brighton sneered. “I see no reason to punish the girl for her cousin’s tongue of barbs.” Of course, the mouse flinched as Lachlan stepped forward.

“I said what I decreed. So get,” the gerbil huffed before turning to go into the house. “Evans, you may stay.”

“I go as I like!” his daughter snapped as she followed right after, leaving Doran and Brighton behind in the streets.

“Pity the rodent who ever would marry a fiend like that,” Brighton huffed as he stepped back.

“A rodent? More a devil to match her,” Doran grunted. The captain fixed his vest as he spoke on. “Suppose that’s the best course of action we have now.”

“I beg your pardon?” Brighton raised a brow.

“You heard Mr. Knox. His pretty niece is not to marry before his daughter. Seems to me that the sooner Miss Knox is taken care of, the sooner I, or you,” he waved dismissively at Brighton, “can court Miss Blair with consent. For without either her mother’s or Mr. Knox’s consent, no husband of the girl will have the dowry they promised her to have.”

“You are a well fiend yourself, Captain,” Brighton huffed.

“Please, you and I are not so different here. Your own reputation proceed you unwell, Mr. Brighton. But now, that matters not if the way to Miss Blair is blocked!”

“You have the point there. Well, we should start searching for a rodent fool enough to have hope with Miss Knox then,” Brighton groaned as he and Doran went down the street.

Basil and Dawson leaned against the wall they hid by, taking in the news.

“I must say, at least this Mr. Knox has some sense to have some barrier between poor Miss Blair those crooks, but to put his daughter as that barrier…” Dawson shook his head before his face scrunched up. “Even if she seems quite… difficult. What do you make of it, Basil?”

The green-eyed mouse hummed, tapping his chin.

“I make of it that we should find a way to meet and consult with Miss Blair on her opinion on the whole situation,” he answered as he eyed the house again. “And why the Knoxes out of all relatives.”

“I highly doubt Mr. Knox would just allow us in, given the stance he holds,” Dawson twiddled his hands together as he followed Basil’s gaze. “And that’s if he knows of you and your name. If he doesn’t, well, he might presume it’s us seeking to make a match.. how would we get in to greet Miss Blair?”

Basil pondered for a solid moment before snapping his fingers. “Aha! I have a plan, Dawson! Come along!”

The doctor stepped back, bracing himself against the wall as his friend ran off. “Basil? Basil, hold on!” he shouted, racing after his friend.

It was later that day that the Professor Ratigan figured to make his rounds to check on some of his allies about the city. It was a bit aways in when he stopped Felicia, where Fidget was nearly thrown off from the cat. Padraic Ratigan merely pulled out his pocket watch as he landed much more gracefully from the cat.

“Well now, this should be a good time to see how our good Captain Doran is doing,” he chuckled as he put the watch away. “Fidget, be a good bat and knock on the door.”

The bat in question stumbled up, trying to regain his bearings. “Eh, block the door, sir? But the Captain-?”

Ratigan snarled. “KNOCK! Knock the door, Fidget!”

“What is going on out here-?!” Doran slammed the door open in a fury before seeing his visitors. “Ah! Ratigan! I had not expected you tonight.” The captain stood in his doorway, eyeing his ally warily. “Dare I ask what brings you here?”

“Dare you may,” Ratigan chuckled, knocking Fidget to the side. “I had but a wish to check in on my -*heheh*–*dear* allies before I set the rounds again for a good scheme.”

“Truly?” Doran huffed. “Rumor has gone around your latest had done you well. Quite the amount of pounds in riches, I’ve heard.”

Ratigan chuckled as he took his hat and bowed his head with a wide smirk.

“The rumors are true, though I shall not confess the amount, good captain.”

“Well then, perhaps you’d be up to acknowledging our alliance and helping me in a scheme of my own?” Doran stood up taller as he matched Ratigan’s grin. Ratigan raised a brow as he placed his hat back on.

“Oh? And what grand scheme has your grip on it, Doran?”

“Why, it’s a rather simple one, my good man! It would just involve you getting married!”

Fidget’s head shot up, his brows furrowed.

“Wait, what?”

"Marriage, Captain Doran? I never thought you the type,” Ratigan mused as they rested inside the captain’s study.

“The girl I am seeking to woo is a Miss Ethel Blair. However, her dear ‘uncle’ Lachlan Knox has decreed his own daughter, Evans, must marry before Ethel. Miss Ethel is the daughter of a baronet, and is to have quite a good dowry, which is what I am truly after,” Doran explained with bitterness.

“Lachlan Knox, I know of him well,” Ratigan mused, thinking over the connections themselves. “He is not a simple rodent himself. Evans would have quite the dowry, am I correct?”

“Without a doubt,” the smaller of the two rodents huffed. “But despite her gerbil frame, that woman is as shrew as a woman can be, intorlerable curst and froward.” Doran shook his head as he looked to the Professor. “I would not wed her even for a goldmine.”

“Pfft, the boss would care only for such in the arrangement,” Fidget muttered before yelping as he dodged Ratigan’s cane.

Ratigan tsked at the bat before thinking over the circumstances.

“Peace, Doran. You don’t know the power of money has truly,” he chuckled before standing up. “Very well, I will seek this Miss Evans’s hand then.”

“Be warned, you cannot be rid of her else you’d incur the wrath of the Knoxes,” Doran wagged a finger at him. “Nor the niece, I figure, but she should be submissive enough for my whims.”

“Oh, by all means, my good captain, I don’t plan to rid of Miss Evans at all,” Ratigan chuckled as he placed his hat upon his head. “I’m quite at the age where such would have been expected of me for quite some time regardless, and if I am to wive, then I wive wealthily. For if wived wealthily, then it is happily.”

“Well, then may I introduce another addition to this plot, old friend?” Doran laughed as he stood as well.

Fidget could feel a headache beginning to pound in his head.

“If you’re seeking to be a suitor, my good man, I should warn you there is a wildcat blocking the way!”

Ratigan turned around, raising a brow at Brighton and two mice he was followed by. His ear flicked at the slight recognition.

“Listen, I ask that you put in a good word of me to both the lady and her uncle,” Brighton muttered to the other mice before looking back up to the bigger rodent before him. “I would say good day to you, sir, but I fear to giving such fortune to a rival for Miss Blair’s hand.”

Ratigan scoffed at the assumption.

“I seek not the hand of any Blairs, good man, but of Miss Knox,” he tsked, earning him the bewildered expression of the mouse. “My good friend Captain Doran has told me she would make quite the wife.”

“Ah, so the captain has set to defeat the dragon with this knight!” Brighton snorted as he drew closer. “Tell me, your fellow has warned you of what she is truly like? If not, I dare say he is no fellow at all to you.”

Ratigan smirked, passing a glance to the servant he had by his side. The scowling expression on the rat seemed to amuse him before he answered.

“I know she is an irksome brawling scold. If that’s all, good sir, I hear no harm.”

Fidget leaned from behind the bearded rat, a grin on his face. “He fears nothing!” he decreed.

Brighton glanced between the two.

“You truly would woo the wildcat?”

“Will I live?” Ratigan continued to smirk. “Tush, tush, fear boys with bugs. Though, I also see I have not been the only one to bring a tutor for who he wishes to woo.” He gestured to his fellow rat by his side.

“Ah, yes,” Brighton rightened his stance. “I bring a literary tutor for the fair Miss Blair. They are Lucentio and Tranio, to teach her the arts of love in the most handsome bound books!”

Ratigan hummed, gazing upon the two with an unamused expression.

“Hmm. Yes, I suppose she’ll have quite the intelligent debate with these two,” he snarked. “I bring a music tutor for feisty Miss Knox.”

“‘Feisty’ is too kind to describe that fiend, sir.”

Elsewhere, in the house’s garden, Ethel wept as her cousin dragged her to the fountain with bound hands.

“Cousin, please, mercy on me!” Ethel cried out as she tried to tug away. “There’s no need to try and make of slave of me, I shall be out of your home yet!”

Evans snarled as she pulled Ethel to the fountain’s edge, grabbing the rich brown curly locks and dunking the mouse’s head into the water. Ethel gurgled until she was pulled up, weeping at her torment.

“I order ya to tell me which suitor you like best, dove! And do not lie to me!” Evans sneered, keeping a hand holding Ethel’s hair tightly as the mouse wept.

“Believe me, cousin, of my choices, I don’t have preference for either suitor!” was Ethel’s answer. “Now please, release me!”

“What is going on here!?”

Evans huffed as she looked to see her father approaching.

“Foolish lass!” Lachlan spat. “Why would you hurt her when she’s never done you any harm? We need her in one piece if we are to recieve thanks from her lady mother!” The gerbil buck hurried over, untying poor Ethel from the ropes. “Lass, go inside and get dry!”

Ethel didn’t need to be told twice, running into the house still weeping.

“Her silence mocks me, ‘nd I sought to get me revenge on her,” Evans huffed, crossing her arms. “What, will you not suffer me so long as the spoiled canary cries?” She held up a hand as Lachlan tried to speak. “Oh, don’t speak to me. I will go cry myself and wait until I can get my revenge,” she sneered as she stormed off.

Lachlan watched his daughter go, sighing. He rubbed his forehead, muttering to himself, “The things I do to ensure future good tidings.” A servant caught his eye, gesturing there were new visitors.

“Alas, was there ever a man who suffered like I do?” The gerbil groaned as he walked to greet whoever it was to arrive now.

“Mr. Knox!” Brighton greeted as he bowed upon the gerbil’s arrival.

“God save you yet, Brighton,” Lachlan huffed, not at all cheerful at the sight of the mouse. His cold blue eyes swept about the lot, narrowing at the tutors and the rat with the bat. “A morrow to the rest of you lot. So far,” he grumbled the last part.

“And you as well, Mr. Knox,” Ratigan smiled brightly. “I am Sir Padriac Ratigan. Have you not a daughter, called Evans by name, fair and virtuous?”

Lachlan raised a brow while the rest of the formed group looked at Ratigan in bewilderment.

“I have a daughter named Evans.” Lachlan tilted his head as he looked over the rodent. “Ratigan… this name is known to me, as well as the reputation with it.” He seemed quite unamused as he said the latter part.

“You’re too blunt,” Brighton muttered towards the rat.

“You do me wrong,” Ratigan sneered towards the mouse before righting himself again. “I’ve come boldly to as a guest to your house to try and woo your daughter. And, to pay the price of my admission to your hospitality, I here present you with a servant of mine.” He gestured to the rat beside him, his grin twitching as he noted Lachlan’s focused gaze.

“Hortensio is skilled in music and mathematics, and can instruct your daughter further in these fields of study, of which I’ve been told she’s no beginner. Please, accept him, or else risk offending me.”

“Uh, Mr. Knox, I too bring a tutor! Though it is for Miss Blair,” Brighton stepped up with a tense smile. “Lucentio and Tranio have studied at the university, and are as skilled in languages and literature as that rat is in music and mathematics. Please do accept their services as me to express my own gratitude for your patience!”

Lachlan looked upon the scholars.

“I recognize the games you rodents play,” he snorted with a glimmer in those cold eyes. “The rat, take the lute to me daughter. The mice, your pupil awaits you right away for them books. The servants will show the way.”

Part 2

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