#siren!viktor

[sanguine-salvation]

Ow.

Well, 'ow' was perhaps an understatement, but that about the only word they could think of in this much pain. They were not the most... graceful flyer yet, and they would not be for a while yet if this kept up. A throb ran through the bone of their left wing, and no amount of biting their cheek, or clenching their fists, or digging their claws into their tail to distract them could take all the edge off that.

Fine, if their body was going to be stubborn, so would they. They unfurled themself from the too-tight donut curl they'd forced themself into alleyway, taking a sharp bracing breath before reaching their hand up and taking the bulk of meat, bone, and feather into their hand, trying to feel for a break.

This. Was. A bad idea.

"Hrnghh!!!" The noise echoed off the alleyway, and they just barely managed to shove their other arm against their mouth to stifle it. But they knew that had been loud. Ow. Ow. Ow. Well, that was unpleasant. With a sharp suck of air through their teeth, they peeled their arm from their mouth and groaned into their shoulder instead. "Isten bassza meg..."

If only they had something to wrap it up in, sling it up somehow. But no, they didn't even have any clothes to rip up seeing as most clothes did not fit wing and a tail. So they just lashed their tail at the ground and hissed. Yes, at their own wing, it's not like there was anything else to hiss at! Ugh, they were the one to do it! It was just curiosity, and their stupid brain could not figure out how to make them do anything but fold and unfold!

How appropriate that Viktor Zsasz have just the luck to be... cursed or something, shuffled into this baffling fucking fate of monstrous hunger, an inhuman body, heightened senses that made the world unbearably intense. To become this and not even have the luck to have the instruction manual built in.

But it didn't... feel broken. Just sore. Very, very sore. Maybe they'd just... climb up somewhere high, sheltered, curl up like a donut again, and and try to sleep through it...

Open Starter (mutuals)

[kaedeharakaori]

𝑹𝒆𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝑺𝒉𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒔 || 𝘍. 𝘏𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘴

On the first day of October, 1984, forty-three women around the world simultaneously gave birth. Sir Reginald Hargreeves, eccentric billionaire and playboy adventurer, made it his personal mission to find and adopt as many of these children as possible.

He got eight of them, and one of them was a siren.

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UPDATED EVERY TUESDAY, THURSDAY, and SATURDAY.

Additional announcements will be posted on @kaedeharakaori to avoid spamming.

CROSS-POSTED ON WATTPAD

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CHAPTER MASTERLIST

Note: Click the chapter titles to access.

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄

𝐎𝐍𝐄

𝐓𝐖𝐎

𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄

𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑

𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄

𝐒𝐈𝐗

𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍

𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓

[fhtagn-and-tentacles]

SERPENT GIRL

by Viktor Titov

[rhapeseuhans]

I just realized that my comfort characters are pretty, intelligent people who act as if they were dumb x'D

[edianilki]

[botanigeist]

{ocs | viktor, tiberius + imani}

just a man and his siren loves 🐟💛🐟

with and without scales!

[wildwithlight]

[siren-mic]

jayvik posting.. . ily /p

Holy shit hi yes an IRL friend recommended it to me and I'm obsessed. I watched it all in two days

[viktor-sinclaire]

I was tagged by my wonderful fiancé @derelictheretic thank you my love!!! Enjoy the pain I present to you with my version!!!!! <3

If you want to do this, here’s a link to the picrew!

Viktor R.S. ✟ Nathaniel Allaband — Far Cry 5 Self Insert, and Original Character

「 Was it love unrequited? Was it blissful ignorance? Either way, it is already far too late by the time the truth finally comes out 」

Dione Vyrvir ☽ Alizé Vyrvir — Original Characters originally used for D&D

「 When a twice-cursed immortal being falls in love with a depressed and suicidal bard, there is only one course of action: healing, marriage, and death 」

Siren Drixella ♔ Catheryn Crescent — Original Characters from the world of Parsell

「 It should have been her. She was there when no one else was, she who loved her so passionately. She had no choice but to widow the bride who should have been hers 」

[theforgottencrossroadsrpg]

Importantísima opinión sobre los eventos que están teniendo lugar, gracias Viktor por tu aporte

[sanguine-salvation]

The sigh rouses them from the mechanics of get-in-bath, and they perk up like they'd completely forgotten themself. Which, honestly? Yes, they did. They have been noticing an almost supernatural desire for water whenever they were stressed...

"Hmph." They stick their tongue out with a little peek of sharp teeth. "I could have tracked more blood around, if you'd have liked. Not my best painting work, I know." Not hiding the flush of color from being seen as desperate, and the tousle of their hair. Even that's changed; it's so much brighter and whiter, only it's texture setting it apart from the lighter of their feathers. Despite being... a clearly purposeful amalgamation of parts, they feel like their gears are stuck bafflingly between mermaid and harpy.

Well, whatever it was, Teddy has been more lenient on their now more instinctive habits. They aren't sure if it makes it better or worse, knowing him, but it was definitely not as bad as being tossed out on their tail.

"I'd like them obliterated, please." Oh, they know Teddy won't be that kind, he'd keep them from being a soggy, wet heap of deadweight, but they'd settle for whatever he'd allow them.

There's a small pause as slog one of their taloned hands out of the water, staring at their claws in dull observation.

"... Teddy, dearest... You were not always what you are... yes? With the, ah... dragon..." Dragon, or at least, capable of looking and acting like one, they are not here to argue the semantics of draconic validity.

"Lizard spit?! Ooohhh, you, if I weren't feelin' so neighborly...!" What would you do, Teddy? Really? You've maybe pout at them a bit and move on, you can't turn down a needy soul. And all the same, he coaxes them on with a soft smile, good-humored, gentle, kind and warm as ever. Never judging, never blaming, never being too harsh. Sure, when they were fully human, he gave them chidings for their work, but now that they were a monster, he'd eased up. Not a peep.

It's impressive how well they can compress themself to fit down the hall, though they'd been almost as flexible as a contortionist even before this inexplicable transformation. He's grateful they have the courtesy to wash the mess off their face, and while they're doing that, he gives them a little pat on the shoulder.but he still spots them in case they have a crisis while looking in the mirror, knowing they're especially prone to having fits of unreality while they're in such a tenuous mental state.

Floss is grabbed without much ceremony, and they summarily dump themself into the Jacuzzi with little else considered, not even the splashback. There's not much, thankfully, but he still gives a little sigh, smiling in exasperation. "That desperate, aye... all right, I'll go get you your bourbon." A little tousle of their hair, before he's up and away to go get their booze.

"Oh! Any preferences, or d'you just wanna delete your higher functioning for a while?"

[kaedeharakaori]

𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄

𝑹𝒆𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝑺𝒉𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒔 || 𝘍. 𝘏𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘴 (Masterlist)

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SEASON ONE: We only see each other at weddings and funerals

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New York, 2019.

"So, I figured we could have a sort of memorial service in the courtyard at sundown." Luther started, standing up straight to gather everyone's attention. "Say a few words to Dad and Mika, just at Dad's favourite spot."

"Wait, why are you including Mika in the memorial service? She's not even dead." Vanya asked Luther her eyes narrowing coldy, upset that he was pronouncing her sister dead when they all have no information on her status.

"Dad had a favourite spot?" Allison asked brushing off the topic of their sister, and faked a surprised look that their stone cold father took a liking to something. "You know, under the oak tree." The big man replied.

"We used to sit out there all the time. None of you ever did that?" He asked, genuinely curious that perhaps none of his other siblings spent time with dear old Reggie.

"Will there be refreshments?" Klaus drunkenly walked to the couches, each hand was carrying some sort of alcohol that he found in the cupboards of the bar he was in a few minutes ago. "Tea? Scones? Cucumber sandwiches are always a winner." He finished, taking the attention off of Luther, smoking a cigar as he was about to sit beside Vanya.

As the siblings continue to bicker around whether or not they stole each other's stuff, stop smoking because their father never allowed it, alcohol splashing due to Klaus' unstable hands, Luther sighed and spoke up.

"Listen up. Still some important things that we need to discuss, all right?"

"Like what?" Diego asked, uninterested and focused on the shine of his knives instead.

"Like the way he died." Luther finished, Diego took a deep breath, looked down, and whispered, "And here we go."

The siblings continued to discuss the possible ways their father died, throwing questions here and there, if the cause was a heart attack or murder.

Luther finally turned to Klaus, "Look, I know you don't like to do it, but I need you to talk to Dad." Klaus' eyes widened at his request, pointing to himself, silently asking if he was the one that Luther was talking to.

"I can't just call Dad in the afterlife and be like, 'Dad, could you just... stop playing tennis with Hitler for a moment and take a quick call?'" He teased his brother, Luther, fed up with Klaus' shenanigans asked him, "Since when? That's your thing."

"I'm not in the right... frame of mind." Klaus, holding a glass of alcohol replied to Luther.

"You're high?" Allison cut him off, breathing the silence she was sitting in since the whole conversation started.

Laughing at his sister's retort, he cheered, "Yeah! Yeah!" Gesturing his hand around to all his siblings, "I mean, How are you not, listening to all this nonsense?"

"Well, sober up, this is important." Luther comanded, authority lingering in his tone.

At that point in the conversation, the monocle was brought up once again, Diego and Luther going head-to-head in their argument about the tiny piece glass, debating if it was important or not. Something snapped in Diego, realizing what Luther was hinting at.

"Where are you going with this?" Klaus asked, so done with the all the talking Luther was doing.

"Oh, isn't it obvious, Klaus? He thinks one of us killed Dad." Diego stated, looking up at his taller brother in the eyes, Luther swallowing the lump that was in his throat due to Diego's blunt announcement.

The other siblings in the room looked at Luther, dissapointment was clear in their eyes. "How could you think that?" Vanya finally spoke.

"Great job, Luther. Way to lead." Diego taunted.

Luther's siblings were fed up with all of his accusations, feeling betrayed by her own brother, Vanya stood up to leave the common room and Diego followed suit.

With a sigh, Klaus stood up, alcohol in his right hand and the cigarette in his left, he didn't even glance at Luther to have the last word. "You're crazy, man. You're crazy."

"Okay, well, sorry, I'm just gonna go murder Mom. Be right back." Klaus' voice echoed as he exited the room.

Allison was the last to stand up, walks past Luther and completely ignored his calls to any of his siblings.

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17 years ago.

Somewhere, 2002.

Outside of a national bank, to what seems like a crime scene, a news reporter stood tall, mic in hand, relaying the news to a live camera.

"This is Jim Hellerman, reporting live for Channel 2 News outside of the Capital West bank at Main and Sixth. A group of heavily armed men stormed the bank not three hours ago and took an unknown number of hostages."

The bank was a scene of chaos. Alarms blared, hostages cowered in fear, and armed robbers barked orders. The Umbrella Academy siblings, clad in their distinctive uniforms, burst through the main doors, ready to take action.

Luther, the powerhouse of the group, led the charge. He immediately engaged the nearest robbers, using his immense strength to hurl them across the room. They crashed into walls and furniture, their weapons scattering.

Allison entered the scene with her poised demeanor, stepped forward. She locked eyes with one of the gunmen. "I heard a rumor," she said with a chilling calmness, "that you shot your friend in the foot." The gunman's expression glazed over, and he turned, firing his weapon at his accomplice. The other hostages gasped in shock as the scene unfolded.

Meanwhile, Diego continued to dispatch enemies with his knives, relishing the chaos. "Guns are for sissies," he shouted over the din. "Real men throw knives!"

In the main lobby, Five picked up a stapler from a nearby desk. He examined it for a moment before smirking, blinking to replace the gun that the robber was holding with the stapler. "Hey, that's one badass stapler." He quipped, as he teleported in front of the robber and using the stapler to knock him out, giving Mika, who was standing next to the counter, a high five.

Five and Mika moved together like a well-oiled machine. Five blinked in and out of existence, teleporting short distances to disarm and confuse the robbers. Mika, with a mischievous smile, followed closely behind. She caught the eye of a particularly nervous gunman.

"Hey cutie," she cooed, her voice carrying a melodic, enchanting quality. "Want to hear a song?" The gunman hesitated, lowering his weapon, entranced by her voice. Five seized the opportunity, appearing beside the distracted man and knocking him out with a swift punch.

The Umbrella Academy kids all gathered up in front of an office, Ben, a bit hesitant to do what he had to, asked his siblings, "Do we really have to do this?"

Before he entered the office, he sighed and held the door knob, "I didn't sign up for this."

Ben finally enters the bank's office area, summoned his monstrous tentacles. The spectral limbs lashed out, grabbing robbers and slamming them into walls. Papers and office supplies flew everywhere as the robbers struggled in vain against the powerful appendages.

After the blood curling screams died down, the door was slightly pushed opened to reveal a little bloodied Ben, he quietly asked his siblings who were waiting patiently outside, "Can we go home now?"

The reporter from earlier was still live, "People are coming out now, It's not the armed robbers. These are young schoolchildren in uniforms with masks on. This is Jim Hellerman, Channel 2 News."

The seven kids were posing outside of the bank, and as reporters surrounded them, Mika got a bit frightened with the amount of camera flashes directed at them.

Five, who was between Mika and Ben, shifted in front of Mika slightly to cover her from the flashing lights. He turned his head a bit to look at her and called out, "Hey, its okay. I got you."

Mika greatly appreciated the gesture as the reporters continue to call out to them, "How did you get in the bank?" or "What happened inside?"

On the roof of a building stood Sir Reginald Hargreeves with this scope, watching his other children from afar. Vanya, who stood beside her father asked, "Why can't I go play with the others?"

"We've been through this before, Number Seven." Her father replied to her, slowly lowering the scope that he was looking into. "I'm afraid there's just nothing special about you."

"Oh." Was all Vanya could ever say.

Sir Reginald went down from the rooftop he was staying at to make his way through all the reporters, standing proudly in front of the Umbrella Academy.

"Our world is changing. Has changed." He started his announcement as cameras aggressively flashed, taking millions of photos of the eccentric billionaire. Five, worried about the girl behind him, extended his hand towards her, hoping that the little gesture would calm her nerves.

"There are some among us gifted with abilities far beyond the ordinary. I have adopted seven such children." He paused, building up the suspension in the air.

"I give you the inaugural class of the Umbrella Academy."

End

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Hello, my dear readers

I hope you liked the small

flashback and introduction

of the Umbrella Academy

to the world.

I'd like to think that Mika

and Five shared something

special in that vulnerable

moment that happened

after the mission.

When will Five come home?

Will Mika wake up before

Five comes back?

We'll never know.

[shanastoryteller]

Happy Valentine's, Shana! Yuri on Ice?

a continuation of 1 2 3 4 5 6 7

"Your eyes are like dark pools, calling to me like a siren to a sailor," he croons.

Mari doesn't lift her head from the order forms she's double checking. "You're saying I look like I want to kill you?"

Georgi falters. "Ah. I mean, that wasn't my intention, exactly-"

"You're bad at this," she says, lips slightly raised at the corner. Potentially. Just a little. Maybe he's winning her over. "Not as bad as Viktor."

Georgi has never seen Viktor in love before. He's grateful for that now. He almost wants to get Mila over here so she can witness it first hand - she'd never complain about him again. The worst part is Yuuri has no idea it's happening and Yuri is painfully, furiously aware that it's happening.

If anyone is getting killed, it's Viktor by Yuri so that he once more has the entirety of his new coach's attention.

[edianilki]

[botanigeist]

{ocs | viktor + imani}

just 2 sirens smoochin on a beach ✨

[disenchantedif]

happy valentines day, dakota! 💖

not sure if this ones been asked yet, but the ro’s reactions to getting flowers, maybe?

hope you have a good day! :)

Viktor: Blushes a lot but puts them in a very prominent place in his dorm where everyone can see them. He’s used to getting flowers because his mom gets them for everyone for any possible occasion.

Theo: Makes such a huge deal about it. They kiss you, send a pic of the flowers to their family group chat, leaves them out as long as they possibly can. The flowers are, like, fully wilted before they’ll pitch them.

Charlie: Gushes over the flowers and tells you all the different meanings. Later, after you’re gone, they’ll call their moms and give the whole story. They’re the one who would learn how to dry flowers to keep a few blooms as a keepsake.

Luci: Probably almost cries the first time you give them flowers after all the Unchosen business. Their parents were never affectionate, even with gifts, so that kind of thoughtfulness is foreign to them. From MC, it means even more and kind of takes their breath away.

Cameron: They fully cry because their mom loved flowers and always had a fresh vase on the kitchen table. They display the flowers you give them in the kitchen just like she would’ve, and perhaps ask for an extra long cuddle at the end of the day.

Amri: They’ve gotten you flowers quite a few times by this point, most likely, but they’re incredibly touched that you return the sentiment. They’re used to doing the chasing and doting in their relationships so being the partner who is just appreciated for once is something they truly cherish.

Penny: Being a siren, she’s never gotten flowers before. She’s absolutely enthralled by them and spends quite a lot of time just staring at all the unique blooms. She’s rather taken with florals for awhile after this and makes quite a few dresses with floral fabric.

Harlow: They put on an indifferent front, but you could swear you see their lips tremble. They find a pretty vase, something vintage their grandmother had in her closet, and set the colorful blooms on their fireplace. You catch them looking at the flowers with fondness in their eyes more than once.

Avery: It’s been years since they trusted anyone with their heart, so the flowers are a novelty that make them quite emotional. They press a few in books to preserve them as a reminder.

Wraith: They don’t really get the meaning at first. They can’t remember much from their time as a human, but they know the flowers are somehow significant. As they brush their semi-incorporeal fingers over the petals, they cry pearlescent tears. They just wish they could take you into their arms, but they know that’s impossible.

Elis: They scoff at the mortal tradition, acting throughly disgusted by the flowers. However, when you walk in later and find them curled up in a chair in their reading corner, the flowers have been put in a vase sat on their side table.

Mor: Never in their entire immortal life did they ever think they would get flowers. They’re completely overjoyed with you, though, as they’ve always loved the concept of giving these short lived, delicate blooms to signify your love. Such short lives, yet flowers bring such joy.