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?
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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?
Inktober Day Twenty-Two (late) Kit Baxter — also known as the Flying Squirrel — from the Red Panda Adventures, which are brought to us by Decoder Ring Theatre.
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
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)
You know when you like something and then over time you start to notice it has problems but you're willing to overlook them then they get worse and worse and you're still overlooking them and then eventually you just start being consumed by the knowledge that you are selling out your principles and it's got to the point where you can't even enjoy the thing because you're too distracted by the sucking but you still have a weird die-hard semi-nostalgic loyalty and the confusion destroys you?
- all our friends are drunk
"Care to dance?"
Kit had lost her wingman. Well, not wingman, per say, that was a phrase for boys, where one tried to help the other get laid. There wasn't a word for that for the girl equivalent, which was to prevent boys you didn't like the look of from chatting you up, or worse. But Kit had lost hers. No, lost implies being unable to find the person, Kit could find her friend, certainly. She was just busy with the kid in the hat over there. Kit wasn't sure if her friend was toying with him or actually serious, and didn't care. Kit was sure that her friend was drunk, and if fedora-boy did anything untoward, Kit should punch him. But he wasn't, and they both looked fine, and now there was someone asking her something. "What was that?"
The asker smiled. "Would you care to dance?" He was tall, broad-shouldered, in a collared shirt-sweater-tie combo that bespoke money.
Kit was sure he'd never been told no in his life. So she took it upon herself to pop that cherry of his. "Sorry, sweetie, not interested."
"Ah. Sorry to have troubled you." And he turned and walked away. Kit stared. Well, getting this second view, she was almost sorry to have turned him down. Maybe she should...
No, no, better check on her friend instead.
Happy Anniversary to August Fenwick and Kit Baxter-Fenwick
They were married (in the episode Operation: Cold Feet) on April 3rd, 1937.
Let's take the whole team over and take turns punching this ratzi stooge in the face!
Kit Baxter (RPA #96)