#kit baxter

[half-deadmagicperson]

I'm here to be obnoxious regarding red panda again, but you have to admit that the flying squirrel would look amazing in the 3 days pallete

POV: You're some thug in Toronto about to get decked by girl on the ceiling.

Send Me Characters and Colors

[scarletsaphire]

I feel like I’m going to have to start posting content about the red panda if I ever want to see people doing anything with it. It won’t work. But like, be the change you want to see in the world yknow?

[rui-drawsbox]

Double comm for @karaonasi! Baxter is very loved♪

[karaonasi]

For Baxter’s 27th birthday, Kit takes his husband of 9 months to the place where it all started for a night of good food and especially dancing.

BaxterMC Week Day 7

Art by @rui-drawsbox

[kids-01]

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[loudclan-clangen]

The song “Beautiful Little Fool” for Fiercestripe? Because I am not getting over her death. Listened to it and she was the first character to pop into my head.

You’re so right!

YES! Please do, I would love to see it!

The boring answer is that I've been drawing cats for a VERY long time. I think since I was 8 they have been the majority of what I drew. The less boring answer is you know the movie Spirit? It changed my life. It had a bonus video where one of the artists taught you how to draw Spirit himself and it was the singular thing that inspired me to start drawing (more likely possessed me). I think I must have been about two the first time I saw it because I cannot remember a time before I had that video memorized. I would spend hours sitting in front of that video (which was only like 10-15 minutes long) with a stack of papers just fully focused on perfectly following his instructions. I still think about that video to this day. Every time I draw legs the voice of James Baxter echoes through my mind. I don't know if that translates to why my cats are so beefy, I own a cat who is quite chonky, so that might contruibute to it, but now you have a fun fact about me regardless!

All of the heirs are chosen based on birth order! Whoever is born first gets to be heir. I personally find that making strict rules about stuff makes playing the game a lot easier for me, I find it stressful to try to pick a "good heir" when I don't know what's going to happen later in the game so to limit that I just let it be completely out of my hands. 2. The game rolled for Songpaw to become a medicine cat! I would have changed it if he was an only kit or probably if I had known that Dashpaw was gonna die, cause I was really stressed about losing my run at that point, but I do my best to write a story that makes the game make sense rather than change what the game gives me when possible. I think it helps me to not have much of a story in mind while I play, just noting down events and thoughts and then going back and piecing it all together afterwards. That way nothing can "go wrong". 3. "Heir-hood" only applies to the leaders. There is no expectation that Cavepaw will become a healer. When Weed dies that position will be open until someone wishes to volunteer for it. 4. Honestly I don't really know. This might spoil a little bit, of tension, but I truly never had that happen. I was SUPER worried about it and did a lot to make sure it wouldn't, but after a couple of generations you get to a point where almost everyone is descended from a leader at somepoint. (And also everyone is second cousins with each other but you know what there are some problems that you just have to live with.) I image the clan would look for an omen and just pick a new leader based off of that and start the process all over again. In my experience worst comes to worst just make sure you have a very accurate family tree and trace it back a couple of generations.

Thank you so much! I don't play with any mods for Loudclan, I'm too scared to lose saves to less than stable code. My favorite mod currently is Kori's Awoogen though! I just like to look at the beautiful art mostly. I use mass extinction as population control, so I turn it on and off based on how many cats I have. Two full pages is the upper limit of what I'm willing to deal with, so once a third page opens I turn mass extinction on and after an extinction happens I turn it back off. (also if I dip below 1 full page I turn unknown parents on until I'm back to two pages again). I've found after a couple of generations you can mostly stop worrying about it because the bloodlines have spread so far there's always someone who's a 6th great great cousin or something.

The game generated him Dashpelt! I probably would have picked Dashfoot to stick with the generated them of a boring suffix but to make more sense overall.

[karaonasi]

Geez I love this!

It’s such a soft happy expression! 🥰

baxter ward save me

save me baxter ward

[half-deadmagicperson]

So recently I started listening to the RPA podcast, and the brain rot is absolutely consuming me (I blame @scarletsaphire ). Anyways, I love the characters and the storylines so far, and I highly recommend it!!

(I don't own these characters btw, they belong to Gregg Taylor)

[jettpack]

My designs for the baby mutant embryos in Baxter Stockman’s lab in TMNT Mutant Mayhem. Enjoyed doing these. Funny to get an assignment like this. Wasn’t sure if I was designing characters or props lol. I think it’s technically both since they were modelers by the character department at Mikros.

The keyframe illustration at the top was collaged together in about a day from my mutant designs, an old image of Baxter and layout from Kent seki our Head of Cinematography. Putting together a kit with all the parts we had.

[karaonasi]

BaxterMcWeek Day 3 (hosted by @minthe-drawings )

Dance is heavily entwined with Kit and Baxter’s relationship. So here’s another dance comm of them.

Art by @sol_1x1 on Twitter

[blac-ivy]

Where are the SIMON stans? Where are the School Spirits works. Show me to me Rachels😭

Not mine!! From Pinterest

[bamb-procrastinates]

Doodley doo of Baxter getting smothered with love by a buncha MCs 😋 (Tags of the owners of each MC below)

From left to right

Aylin👓: @anikiri

Cho💍: @riding-the-sunset-bird

Kit👾: @karaonasi

Chelle👩🏽: @im-pure

Liliyan🎀: @bamb-procrastinates (mine)

Wisteria🍹: @flower-seeks-the-moon

August🛹: @meowzilla93

Margaret🔆: @akiacia

Melody(Mel) ☕: @inndelible

Yukino🩺: @meesherbeans

Baxter🦓(Ik he isn't an MC but anywho): @gb-patch

Scarlett🌹: @minthe-drawings

Ramona🦄: @differenteagletragedy

Ruri🖌️: @rui-drawsbox

Luna🌙: @destreza-draws

Sonja❤️: @rekkamaiden

Cat😺 & Akio🐍: @mojo-is-rising

[grxmreaperx]

MARK HOFFMAN LITERALLY ANYTHING PLS

You literally have no idea how happy I am that my first request is for Hoffman!! I’ve been rewatching the Saw series and I’m SO obsessed with this man

Untested

Pairing: Mark Hoffman x reader

Word count: 1.4k

Warnings: not many, slight angst. Mentions of blood and a couple of the traps. mentions of sex, but nothing explicit (this time

Summary: you and Mark are the only two Jigsaws left standing. John and Amanda were killed in Jeff’s game and Mark has made it clear that Jill is no longer welcome. You and the detective have grown close, working together to set up John’s so-called games and making sure Hoffman’s name stays out of the FBI’s mouths. You always warned him that Jigsaw lets no one go untested. He didn’t believe you until Jill received a box.

Takes place around Saw V/Saw VI. This might end up being a part of a longer piece, I’ve had a story in my head for a while, so if you guys like this I’ll start working on the longer work!!

“When’s your test, Detective?”

“I don’t need one.”

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“You know John is going to test you at some point, right?”

Hoffman smirks. “And what makes you think that?”

You toss the screwdriver on the table, admiring, as John has coined it, “The Rack.”

“Amanda is right, John doesn’t let anyone go untested. She’s been tested. I’ve been tested. That leaves you, Detective.” You don’t allow yourself to look at him, instead admiring your handiwork in front of you.

He pulls his gloves off, shoving them into his pockets as he watches you. He knows you’re right. He hasn’t taken his life for granted, but neither had you. But here you were, a survivor of the game and one of the few people John trusts with his work.

“I just wish you’d let me help you. I can help you prepare, for whatever your test will be.” You finally look over, staring at him, examining his face for any sort of confirmation, confirmation that he’ll give in and let you do something for him.

He scoffs. “I’ll be fine, sweetheart. What, you worried about me or something?”

You cross your arms and stay silent. Normally you’re fine with the teasing, the back and forth, but not when his life could be at stake. Even if neither of you would say it aloud, but you cared for one another. You both had given into the tension months ago, developing a relationship that you both agreed, at the time, was nothing more than sex. But with every broken nose snapped back into place, every cut bandaged, and every casual touch, you both became more and more aware that this wasn’t true.

Your silence stabs at his chest. Softening ever so slightly, he says “Don’t worry, I can handle whatever the old man throws at me. I’ll be okay. I’ve set up enough of these things to know what I’m doing.”

Your sigh fills the room. “Whatever you say, Hoffman.”

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“I’ll be right there.” He shuts his phone, jaw tense.

“Everything alright?” you ask from your seat in front of the monitors. You had both been watching as William Easton made his way through his game, blood in his wake.

“Yeah. Erikson says they have the Seth Baxter tape. Some specialist is analyzing the thing and they want me there.”

You feel your shoulders tense. After a moment of silence, all you can ask is “You need any backup?”

He smiles. “No, no. You stay here and run the game. Make sure everything goes smoothly. I’ll be alright. Be back as soon as I can.”

“Alright.”

He run a hand over your arm as he makes his way towards the door. You fix your eyes on the screen, steadying your breathing.

“Mark,” you say, as he steps over the threshold.

He looks back at you, eyes still on the screen.

“Be careful.”

You see his reflection on the screen nod, before closing the door behind him.

○

The third shot on the carousel went off when one of your security cameras went black. You sit up in the desk chair, poking at the keyboard, trying to get the feed back. Groaning, you hoist yourself up, grabbing a tool kit and your gun, and heading to the broken camera on the back of the building.

Your phone rings as you tinker with the faulty camera.

Hoffman.

Preparing yourself for the worst, you answer.

“Hello?”

“Hey, where are you? I’m back.”

“I’m out back, one of the cameras cut. All good?”

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll tell you about it when you get back in. But I’m fine. You good?”

A weight is lifted off of you. “Yeah, all good. Be in soon.”

○

He didn’t notice the note on the keyboard until his phone was flipped shut, trying to slow his heart rate. You didn’t put this here, did you? Where would you have gotten it? You knew about it, of course, but why would you put it here? You didn’t even know when he was coming back. You had been there when he had written it.

“Are you sure about this? Amanda is good at what she does, even if she is a bit hot headed. Just like someone else.”

“Yeah, I’m sure. This is our game, not hers. Once she’s out of the picture, it’ll just be you and me.”

His eyes darted around, trying to think of some explanation. He’d have to ask you when you came back in. He thought about going out to “help” you, even if he knew you didn’t need it, just to calm his nerves. He hated the idea of you out there by yourself, focused so intently on what you were doing that you wouldn’t notice someone coming up behind you through the darkness. Even though he would never admit it, he couldn’t wait for you to get back inside. His nerves were fried after the fire, and he needed to see you.

He was so lost in thought that, before he could react, he felt an electric shock pulse through his body.

○

As soon as you got the red light on the camera blinking again, your phone buzzes.

Hoffman.

Impatient, you thought, flipping the phone open.

“Hello, Detective.”

Nothing. Dial tone.

Your eyebrows furrow and you feel your breath hitch. You quickly dial him back, pressing the phone to your ear.

No answer.

Fuck. You leave the toolbox on the concrete, pulling your gun from the holster around your waist, and slowly make your way back inside.

You slink through the hallways back to the command center, listening for anything that tells you where he is, that he’s okay. That he’s alive.

Then you hear glass shatter.

You could’ve sworn you heard a car door slam shut outside, an engine starting, but you don’t care. You quickly make your way to the room, the window in the door shattered and –

The bear trap falling from the bars.

You throw the door open, and you suddenly forget how to breathe. Mark is one the floor, alive and bleeding, the side of his face torn to shreds.

You holster your gun, rushing over to him.

“What the fuck happened? Stay here, I have a kit in my car. Don’t move, and that’s not a suggestion.”

He nods slightly, breathing heavily through his nose.

You rush outside, hands fumbling with your car keys, pulling the door open and searching the glove box for your first aid kit.

When you get back inside, Mark has moved against the wall, head leaning back against the stone. You crouch down beside him, pulling out a clean needle and thread.

“I can do it,” he says through gritted teeth, reaching for the supplies.

You slap his hand away. “Shut up. You’re not doing this.” He sees your tense jaw, your eyes wide, and decides to listen.

Once you’ve stopped the bleeding and have at least half of his cheek sewn back up, your heart has stopped trying to escape from your chest and your hands have gotten steady again.

“Who did this?” you ask him, his face finally whole again.

“Jill Tuck.”

“What? Are you serious?”

The rage in his eyes gives you you’re answer. All you can do is nod. Jill motherfucking Tuck.

You start applying an antiseptic to his face, ignoring his insistence that he’s fine.

“So,” you start, breaking the silence. “Do you want me to say it now or later?”

His eyes meet yours, and he lets out an annoyed laugh. “Later, thank you.”

You can’t help but laugh, relieved and angry and fearful all at once.

I told you so, Hoffman.

“Cmon,” you say, grabbing his hand as he forces himself to stand. “Let’s get you home.”

[minthe-drawings]

For Baxter Nation✨(a little group of friends of mine that are fellow baxter enjoyers as well)

Scarlett - yours truly

August - @meowzilla93

Ramona - @differenteagletragedy

Kit - @karaonasi

[karaonasi]

Rui’s art is so cute! And look at Scar! 😍

Comm for @minthe-drawings🎶

[dullgecko]

Some random childhood Bad kids headcanons

Riz was incredibly small, even for a goblin kit, like concerning tiny ears were so absolutely massive compared to his body. He also didn’t start walking on two legs until really late in his development.

Gorgug was taller than his parents at 2, but he was also very interested in their work and would randomly hand them tools to learn the name. He didn’t talk until he was 3 and his first word was “Tree.”

Adaine’s first word was “Aelwyn” who had been secretly coaching her to say the word. She also had a fascination with frogs from a young age, and at every chance she got, tried to look for them in puddles.

Fig didn’t trance as a kid (cus not an elf) but she didn’t say anything because she thought that this was normal. She used to try to sneak onto Baxter and get him to fly, but Baxter knew better.

Riz stunted his growth a little bit as a small child by being incredibly picky with his food. It was mostly a texture thing and even if he was starving he would refuse to eat, it brought Sklonda to tears sometimes because he was just so small and so skinny because the only thing he could keep down without gagging were basically smoothies. He still got all his vitamins though, in the form of WAY too many supplements. He forced himself to eat things he found physically gross once Pok died, mostly because he had to force himself to eat whatever they could get their hands on so it wouldnt be wasted once they went down to a single income household.

Gorgug might not have talked until he was 3 but he fully understood everyone when they were talking to him. He wasnt dumb, just quiet, and once he said his first word he was saying full sentences the same day. Wilma and Digby had to excuse themselves from the room a couple times because they were crying in releif and didnt want to freak him out.

Adaine was also a fairly quiet child but it was mostly because her parents were horrible and neglectful and didnt talk to her very often. Aelwyn did, because as small children they got along fairly well, and used to take her outside when it was raining to look for frogs in their garden. Adaine splashing in the puddles wearing her froggy raincoat while her big sister held her hand.

Fig, when she was small, once asked her mum why she tranced so much longer than the other elves she knew. Everyone else only needed four hours but she always felt awful unless she got eight. Her mum just told her that sometimes people need more and it was totally normal and changed the topic. Fig totally beleived her right up until her horns started coming in and she realised that oh, actually, i wasnt trancing i was just straight up sleeping this whole time.