#Martin Kratt

[kaazukado]

damn did not know jimmy had rizz like that

The crew in suits! ε-(´∀｀; )

[pokophobia]

thank you and merry christmas, @anitaofsamothrace !!!!

[biscuit-munchies]

good lor he get tha choco all to himself??? he da birthday boy :D

[lycheeleeches]

Gonna go wild wild Wild Kratts…

Chat do we still fuck with Wild Kratts

[martincrushcameback]

wait wait chris in that other style please??!!

You get both brothers cause how could you leave Martin out >o<

I love them actually in my style actually lol but they're so much easier to draw the other way XD

[doink-boink]

🎄Tis' the Season! 🎄

[shark-acidsoda]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MARTIN KRATT !!!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MARTIN, thanks to you and Chris for continuing to educate recent and old generations, I hope to continue seeing more of your passion and love for creatures We love the brother in blue, the artistic, playful and comedic brother.

[couldtheycatchkira]

[lattedusks-mochadawns]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MARTIN KRATT OUR GOOFY GOOBER 🥺 💙💙💙

[creatorping]

heheh secret santa gift in the wk server

A fierce fight for @mochirizu

Her OC Willow x Martin vs Zach

[littleartidiot]

"Man my neck hurts" MY BROTHER IN KRATT YOU ARE STANDING LIKE THIS

[fandom-fire-dump]

MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!

[tamed-kratts]

Another maviva sneak that i found while making my last post

[master-of-stupidity]

AHHHH IM LATEEE 😭😭 FAKE ASS FAN BEHAVIOR BUT REGARDLESSS HAPPY BDAY MARTIN YA SILLY BLUEBERRY X33

(Click for better quality)

[thedarkcknight]

Day 24 Christmas Eve (The Kratt Brothers)

Y/N'S POV

Christmas Eve had always held a magical sort of charm for me, but this year felt different—special. Snowflakes danced lazily through the air as I pulled my coat tighter against the winter chill. My boots crunched over the fresh snow as I approached the cabin nestled at the edge of the woods. Inside, the warm glow of a fire flickered through the frosted windows.

“Hey, Y/N you made it!” Martin’s voice called out as I opened the door, letting in a burst of cold air before quickly shutting it behind me. His grin was as wide and welcoming as ever, his trademark blue sweater almost blending into the cabin’s rustic decor.

“Of course! I wasn’t going to miss this,” I said, stomping the snow off my boots. The smell of pine and hot cocoa greeted me, along with the sound of soft laughter from the other side of the room.

Chris looked up from where he was stringing popcorn garlands near the tree. His green sweater and matching festive hat made him look like he’d just walked out of a Christmas card. “Finally! We were starting to think a snowstorm might’ve gotten you,” he teased, tossing me a bag of marshmallows.

I laughed, catching the bag midair. “Not a chance. You two promised me a ‘wild’ Christmas, and I’m here to see if you can deliver.”

Chris smirked, leaning back to admire his handiwork on the tree. “Oh, don’t you worry. When it comes to us, there’s always a little bit of wild involved.”

I settled onto the couch, watching as Martin returned from the kitchen with three steaming mugs of cocoa. He handed me one, and I wrapped my hands around the warm ceramic, savoring the rich smell of chocolate.

“So,” I began, taking a careful sip, “what’s the plan? We can’t just sit around all night drinking cocoa, can we?”

Martin leaned against the fireplace, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “Of course not! Chris and I were thinking of taking you on a nighttime hike. The forest is beautiful under the moonlight this time of year.”

Chris nodded eagerly. “And, we might’ve heard about some wildlife activity nearby. Think of it as a mini Creature Adventure—Christmas edition!”

I raised an eyebrow but couldn’t help the grin that spread across my face. “You know, only you two would think a midnight hike in the snow is a festive activity.”

“That’s why you love us,” Martin shot back with a playful wink.

After finishing our cocoa, we bundled up in our warmest gear and headed out. The night was crisp, the snow reflecting the moonlight and making the forest shimmer like something out of a dream.

As we trekked through the trees, Martin and Chris pointed out animal tracks in the snow and the occasional distant rustle of wildlife. Their enthusiasm was contagious, and I found myself swept up in the wonder of it all.

“Wait,” Chris whispered suddenly, holding up a hand to stop us. We froze, straining to hear what had caught his attention.

In the distance, a low, melodic howl echoed through the trees.

“Wolves,” Martin said softly, his breath visible in the cold air.

My heart skipped a beat. “Are we...safe?” I asked, glancing nervously around the dark forest.

“Completely,” Chris assured me. “They’re just singing their Christmas carols,” he added with a grin, earning a laugh from both Martin and me.

We stood there for a moment, listening to the hauntingly beautiful sound of the wolves’ calls before continuing on. When we returned to the cabin, the fire was still crackling, and a plate of cookies waited for us on the table.

As we sat around the fire, recounting the night’s adventure and laughing over Martin’s less-than-graceful tumble into a snowdrift, I couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of contentment.

This was Christmas—being surrounded by friends, sharing laughter and wonder, and embracing the magic of the moment.

As the night wore on, Chris leaned back in his chair, staring at the glowing embers in the fireplace. “You know,” he said softly, “Christmas is about celebrating the connections we share—with people, with nature, with everything around us.”

Martin nodded, raising his mug in a mock toast. “To another wild Christmas, and many more to come.”

“To many more,” I echoed, feeling the warmth of their friendship wrap around me like a cozy blanket

[colonelcat]

This is what happens when you rewatch the dolphin episode