Patreon request! Possessive Ratigan!
seen from United States
seen from Italy

seen from India

seen from Ukraine

seen from United States
seen from Ukraine
seen from Macao SAR China
seen from Ukraine
seen from United States

seen from India
seen from Australia

seen from Italy
seen from United States

seen from Italy
seen from China

seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from Italy
seen from United States
Patreon request! Possessive Ratigan!
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.
~~
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.
SOME MORE SWAP AU!!! ~(=3=)~ Love me some Padraic of Baker Street and Professor Rathbone
I saw that my old tgmt stuff got some attention again, so here’s a treat
Basil x Ratigan Prompt #27
Ratigan: Has anyone ever told you that you're an irritant.
Basil: Only you.
Ratigan: Splendid! Because if they had...well, I'm just too tired for drawn out acts of vengence that ultimately result in murder today.
Basil: I made tea
Ratigan: I'm not in the mood for tea.
Basil: This is my tea. It’s for me.
Ratigan: Then why would you tell me?
Basil: I wanted to start a conversation
Ratigan: That’s a horrible conversation starter
Basil: Oh really? Are we not conversing right now?
Basil, sips tea: Checkmate.
I have difficulty drawing kissing scenes ... And with them, the difficulty is increased XD (you can understand why I didn't draw p-o-r-n with both rodents X"D