#Martin Kratt

[concook20]

I would love to see an au of this!

@ranfordgallus's Sirenita and an actual fish vers. of my Mermartin. Are they going to kiss each other or eat each other? They can't decide either. 83

[kaythefloppa]

If Season 7 is going to have it be a recurring theme of character-focused/emotionally driven stories then uhm, when is an episode centering around a certain redeemed villain as well as covering the Rex-shaped hole in said villain's redemption arc going to happen?

I'm waiting.

[cat-angel-936]

idea provided by @fandom-fire-dump ^^

At first I wanted to do it with my normal drawing style, but since I hate myself, I did it with the style of the series that I don't fully understand, just so that it would look much better with the details

I hope you like this cat power suit, all pretty and Aviva and Koki are amazed at the nonsense the brothers are doing with the suits haha and I didn't draw them under the effects of feline weed xd

[master-of-stupidity]

Turning 2 singular screenies from an ep i haven't watched in months into an entire au core 😋😋

Doodle idea too 😁🙏

(Click for better quality)

[traumatogo]

The Bloody Blue Thread

|• Prologue |

When Martin and Chris were only children, they both had a great curiosity about animals that set them apart from their peers.

From a young age, they were captivated by the diverse creatures that inhabited their world. They spent countless hours exploring the small lakes with their mom and dad, observing the behavior of various animals.

They always loved learning about them, studying their habits, and drawing them with the enthusiasm and creativity.

Their sketches were filled with vibrant colors and imaginative details, each one reflecting their fascination with the animal kingdom.

Chris, The younger brother, He found joy in petting the creatures they encountered and often dreamed, With his little mind of his, what it would be like to talk with them.

On the other hand, The older brother, Martin, while equally fascinated, had a curiosity that was less kind to animals. His curiosity sometimes led him down a darker path. Instead of simply observing and appreciating them, he found himself drawn to a desire to hurt them.

He wanted to understand their limits, often pushing boundaries that left his little brother feeling uneasy and a bit scared of him.

While they shared many delightful moments exploring nature together, the tension grew as Martin's curiosity turned into a longing to test his power over the animals. Chris would often cry and tell their mother when Martin was rude to the animals.

But when one day, Chris found his older brother sitting in a park with a dead bird in his hand, his heart sank. The vibrant childlike view of the world in the eyes of a child, usually alive with laughter and bright colors, faded into a blur.

His older brother, Someone he looked up to, Was holding a bleeding, Decapitated bird. Martin's normally bright seaweed blue eyes looked solemn and distant, his expression lost in thought. The young boy felt a wave of nausea wash over him, and tears began to well in his eyes, Running with his little legs to their mother.

Sobbing for their mother, his instinct was to flee from the scene as if running away could somehow erase the image of that fragile creature now lifeless in his brother's grip. Chris never did have the stomach to see dead animals. To him, life represented joy and happiness , and death was foreign and frightening to the child, shrouded in mystery.

He remembered all the times they had chased butterflies in the yard or watched ants march industriously along the sidewalk after Martin got home from school, Playing with racoons despite their parents scolding them, But now knowing his older brother purposefully took the bird's life, It scared him.

As Chris turned to leave, the soft crunch of grass beneath his small feet felt like a weight pressing down on him. He didn't look back, but he could sense the gravity of the moment lingering in the air, Scared, His small bright brown eyes watered over with tears. 

All he wanted was to feel his mother’s comforting embrace, to have her explain what had happened, to somehow make sense of the world that now felt so overwhelming.

At that moment, The young Chris wished with all his might that everything would return to normal, that they would be back home, safely nestled in their routine, the sun shining brightly as if nothing had changed. Martin talking about his day at school, And Chris who would show his big brother the art he drew with mom.

In the depths of his soul, he clung to the hope that one day he would understand, When he was older, like a cool adult, like Mom.

"Chris, Honey, what happened..?"

Linda spoke, Noticing her baby, gently picked up the shaken little 4-year-old, Holding him up as she wiped his tears.

Chris, the poor, shaking boy in his mom's hands, babbled anxiously, his voice barely above a whisper as he tried to explain everything that had transpired.

His small frame trembled, not just from fear, but from the weight of the horror he had witnessed.

He could feel his heart racing, the frantic rhythm echoing in his ears, as he looked up into his mother’s face as he told her, It morphed from concern to horror and then to anger.

All that Chris could remember of that fateful day was their mom grounding Martin, and dragging the boys back home as the sky turned grey. Each step felt heavy as if the world was closing in on them. It wasn't just the scolding that lingered in the air; As their mother sat Martin down at a table, her eyes blazing with concern, Chris, who hid behind the door, could hear everything. 

She wasn't yelling, but the way her voice shook betrayed her frustration, making it even scarier. Her words cut through the air like glass, sharp and precise, He could tell Martin was crying.

And then, just like that, The next day, Martin was gone. It was a normal morning when Linda woke up to wake up Martin for school, Only to find a empty bed where Martin usually slept. The stillness in the house felt unsettling; the quiet was deafening. As she made her way to the dining room, a knot began to form in her stomach.

Thoughts raced in the mother’s mind—Did Martin run away?? Had he walked out after she talked to him, or was he lost somewhere, too ashamed to face them after everything that had happened?

Frantically searching through Martin’s room, Linda noticed his favorite blue striped shirt was missing along with a small backpack that he typically used for school. Panic set in deeper, and she called out for Chris to see if he was gone as well, luckily, finding him in his room playing with his toys. 

The absence of Martin felt like a gaping hole in their lives. Linda quickly called the police, Frustrated that they kept asking questions and not helping her to find her son.

As the sun began to rise higher in the sky, its rays seemed to mock her worry, illuminating the reality of the situation she was struggling to accept.

Martin had run away, and Linda's heart sank further with each passing minute.

The warmth of the setting sun became a bitter reminder of how quickly things could change, how the laughter of yesterday had dissolved into panic and despair.

What if Martin was out there all alone, feeling abandoned, or worse, regretting his choice to leave? 

With each tick of the clock, Linda's determination and fear only grew.

She couldn’t just sit there! . Gathering the 4-year-old Chris tightly in her arms, she whispered to him, Comforting both herself and Chris

“Well find him, I promise"

WELL! That was a silly Prologue, Not that bad, My hands hurt 😔

I really hope you guys like it!

(Sorry if there is any grammatical errors!)

Prologue complete! 💙🪡

[cartoondrawer]

RAHHH REX MENTIONED⁉️

Art ideas, hmm? We need Chris holding Martin back from beating the soot outta Rex. Vice versa with Yssa holding Rex back. I love Rex but I know for a fact that he and Martin do not get along. Please and thank you💖🫶🏽

Ok...smi les

His ass is all bark no bite....

[starruby-123]

Dance

a small animation took only two days to make :D

[yes-asil]

Made fake screenshots for a role-play story I read way back when.

[littlecrittereli]

It's what they deserve....

Chris hates cuddling but somehow always ends up in the middle...

[jokerislandgirl32]

Aviva scaring the living daylights out of Zach brings me so much joy 😂.

[creatorping]

Activate… Chimera power? (´･Д･)」

[snufkepo]

i graduated today

[estrella2oo]

Wild kratts drawing references

thought i'd upload what I use to help me with drawing the kratt bros since i am horrid at drawing from memory/imagination :)

Heres a link to see it in better resolution:

https://docs.google.com/presentation/d/1xTtwEutXcgJzmbbKFcQtnlkZ9t2kRCxytNNu5Y-LmLk/edit#slide=id.p

[fandom-fire-dump]

I was just thinking about this!!!

For real, though, he's always the protector. Always everyone's "big bro". He needs people to see him as a hero. Especially Chris. Could you imagine all the pressure he must be feeling? All the expectations he puts on himself? And he hides his feelings by being goofy or silly. By playing it cool or fun. But deep down, it eats him alive that there may come a day where he fails to be the hero, and someone gets seriously hurt. Or worse.

NEED ppl to make the fact Martin is so overprotective into angst more often it's so good bro 🙏🙏

[ranchdressing3]

someone on TikTok said that Martin Kratt and Laios Touden are really similar and I HATE that they're right

[mildy-vibing]

Combining me two favorite childhood shows :]

Never ask me to draw vaguely in the Octonauts style again. This was too hard.