#siren kratts au

[gray-isnt-real]

Siren Kratt brothers redesign!!

Because there’s always room for improvement :) and I’ve thought about drawing them again recently

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[kazzykatt]

@r-u-having-fun-yet I love the redesigns! :D

[rickyyysaurus]

Ong umm WK Siren AU??? Began writing for it, you can read it under the cut. Tell me if this has been done already-

'Well, this is new', Martin thought as the heavenly song drifted through the air, falling upon eagerly listening ears. Sirens were known for their songs alluring sailors, and sailing maidens, to their watery graves. Many thought the songs sang of the listener's romantic or sexual fantasy, but that wasn't strictly true. The songs consisted of whatever the listener desired most, whether that be a companion, or a large cash of fish. It could be fun, too, opening one's mouth and having the lyrics form all on their own, because of course a siren doesn't know what the desires are. That's where the magic of the siren's song comes in. 

     Martin had sang a lot of songs in his time, as his curiosity for the human world had drawn him to settle near the coast, but he'd never sang one about this. 'I guess he's just as intrigued as I am, only for different things.'  The interesting lyrics that were forming on his tongue and falling from his seasalt-kissed lips were ones about discovery, and adventure, and knowing. Exploring the natural world, with no desire greater than that to uncover a new species, or learn the truth to nature's biggest mysteries. 

     The man who had fallen victim to Martin's song was of average height, his hair a dark, chocolate brown, and eyes that shone with intelligence, though the glaze covering them currently obscured that slightly. He walked into the surf, shoes and all, as if on autopilot. The secluded area Martin had stationed himself meant no one would see the curious man get lured away, and no one would care that he was getting his clothes wet. 

     'Too easy', Martin thought with a smirk. 'Unfortunate that someone so similar to me has to drown, though. I think we could have gotten along.'

     Martin's face fell slightly, before shaking his head. 'It would never work. A siren and a human? Friends? That would be doomed from the start.'  

     The stranger had walked farther into the water and Martin snapped back to reality as he was approached. He sang lazily, his gaze absorbing every detail of the human he could before he would inevitably let him drown. Such fascinating creatures, humans were. Martin never got tired of looking at them, they were all so similar and so unique at the same time. His gaze lowered to the water gently knocking against the human's body and his head tilted involuntarily. His eyes narrowed, trying to see below the water better, before dunking his head completely under. Fish were fairly normal to see hanging around people's legs, nibbling on their leg hairs and toes, but under the surface and surrounding Martin's prey was a multitude of oceanic life. From crabs to fish to stingrays, there were critters all following the stranger around, as if they knew him.

    'Geez, this guy's got half the ocean eating out of his hand! I wonder how he-' Martin resurfaced, mind racing as he tried to figure out why these creatures would be so comfortable with the land-dwelling intruder, when a groan from said intruder made him jump.

     'Oh, shit.' In his curiosity he had stopped singing, his mind too pre-occupied with the new puzzle at hand. The stranger was waking up from the trance, groaning quietly and raising a hand to his head. Martin's eyes had gone wide, his heart racing in what might have been panic, or perhaps excitement; he couldn't tell which. He had seen people of all shapes and sizes, touched their weird cloth coverings and poked at their weird, fleshy legs, but he had never actually talked to one before. Sirens didn't talk to humans, they only lured them to the depths of the sea! And yet, Martin couldn't bring himself to sing again. Not that it would have mattered, the stranger's mind was clearing more and more every second, and he was starting to take in the scene before him.

     "What the-" he started. "When did I decide to go for a swim? Ugh, my head hurts. Why do my- am I wearing my shoes?" He lifted one of his legs up to reveal his, indeed, shoe-clad foot. "Huh. Maybe Aviva was right, I should lay off the coffee." Movement caught from the corner of his eye drew him to look up and finally notice Martin, who had tried to slip under the water before the human noticed him, deciding that this was, in fact, a terrible idea and that he wanted to get out of there. Now. 

     Martin froze in place, panic practically dripping from his pores as he stared at the man who had caught him mid-retreat. For a moment, the man stared at Martin, and Martin stared at the man. The stranger blinked. Martin blinked back. 

     "Uh, hi. I'm-" the man started. Martin dove under the water and just like that, he was gone, as if he had never been there in the first place. 

"-Chris", he finished. The man- Chris- looked out to the ocean, rubbing his neck. 'Was that a guy I just saw? But it couldn't have been, humans can't swim that fast, so what…?'

     "...What the fuck was that?"

He made his way back to shore, removing his shoes and dumping the sea water out. He was mentally rifling through various explanations for what he'd just experienced. 

     'Well, I blacked out, right? So maybe it was heat stroke, and I hallucinated the whole thing? My head does kind of hurt, but it seemed so real. I could see everything in those eyes…'

     He was brought out of his thoughts by a voice calling his name.

     "-Ris! Chris, where are you? Chris!"

Chris's face lit up at the familiar sound. He hurriedly put his shoes back on and made his way towards the voices.

     "Aviva! Koki! I'm over here!" He called as the two girls came into view, the public beach and pier stretching out behind them. They ran over to him, relief taking over their expressions. 

     "Chris Kratt, what do you think you're doing? Where did you go?" Aviva scolded. 

     "We've been looking for you for ages!" Koki added.

     Chris raised a hand to his eyes and looked at the sun beginning to dip below the water line, ready for it's nightly swim. He must've lost track of time while out researching. He lowered his hand and turned a bashful face back towards the two, chuckling sheepishly. 

     "Sorry, guys, I guess I got distracted exploring."

Koki rolled her eyes, the playful smile tugging at her lips giving her away. Aviva raised an eyebrow while looking him up and down.

    "And what, pray tell, did you find that was so 'distracting'? Something in the ocean, judging from your soaking wet clothes and… shoes?"

The memory of Martin's spotlit and panicked face flashed across his mind's eye. He shook his head, deciding it might be best to look into this mystery a bit more before dragging the others into it. It could be nothing, after all.

     "Ah, yup! Thought I saw a, um, really interesting fish and wanted to get a closer look before it swam away. It could've been rare, or maybe even a new species! You never know, ha ha… ha…" he trailed off.

     Koki began to laugh as Aviva shook her head. 

     "Chico tonto, what ever will we do with you?" She giggled. 

     "Mmm, maybe get me back to the Tortuga so I can put some dry clothes on?" He laughed with them. 

     "It is getting dark, we should head back", Koki chimed in. 

     "Alright, c'mon Chris, let's get you home and warmed up." 

He laid there on his back, staring up at the top of the Tortuga. Aviva, Koki, and Jimmy slept peacefully from their respective hammocks, their chorus of soft breathing and light snores usually a comforting lullaby to the adventurer. But tonight, his thoughts were just a tad louder, and they were keeping him awake. He'd decided that what he saw earlier was definitely not a hallucination. Hallucinations can't look at you with eyes that soulful, there's no way. But he still didn't know what it was that he saw. He was certain it wasn't a human, it was simply impossible. The only way to find out for sure would be to go back and see if it showed up again. Hopefully this time he'll be hydrated and won't black out so he can get a good look at the… whatever it is. He shifted in his hammock, finding an unbelievably comfy position and letting out a sleepy, content sigh, his eyes finally drifting closed.

     "Tomorrow", he whispered before succumbing to the warm embrace of sleep.

[vazaez]

Ok, aquí una solicitud de arte!, Estaría interesante ver algún AU de Kazzykatt a tu estilo (además del siren Kratts au), talvez apocalipsis o epílogo.

El mocho favorito de todos 💪✨

Se que dijiste a demás de la au de sirenos pero simplemente no podía evitar hacerlos a ellos también, son muy lindos 🚶‍♀️🚶‍♀️🚶‍♀️🚶‍♀️

[therawfishthatdraws]

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[thequartz0ne-archived]

I decided to make a siren kratts au character(using my persona)

My personas backstory

She would get along very well with the bros until their death until then she almost got burnt to death and now she is still looking for the bros

She was 13 when she was killed and she’s now 14 and still looking for the bros she would always go to their performances but the bros never knew that she’s always there!

Siren kratts au : @r-u-having-fun-yet

[razzle-zazzle]

I’d like head canons about close calls with aus where the bros aren’t, like, human? I forgot which au I wanted (only the bros aren’t human and they hide it or what was it-) I apologize if this is the wrong person with those aus, I get them mixed up-

"The bros aren't human and they hide it" applies to a lot of my AUs lmao. Inhuman characters is genuinely one of my favorite tropes!

For all of my Wild Kratts AUs, here's the masterlist. For AUs that fall under the description you've given me, here's some deets:

Sirens/Dark Sirens:

Donita is also a siren, and a much older one than the brothers. She's more powerful and experienced than them, and when she uses that extra power? She's often got the upper hand.

This is more Dark Sirens specific but Gourmand has probably eaten sirens before. He knows their tricks, making him a dangerous enemy (when he chooses to be lmao)

Cryptid Wildlings:

Keeping the fact that the brothers are cryptids a secret is a huge part of the AU. There's no point in going on a cross-country roadtrip to get away from being sought out by cryptid hunters if the cryptid hunters know about it.

That doesn't stop clever enthusiasts (like Paisley) from figuring it out though! She and Rex provide the occasional bit of conflict for the group, especially when Rex's traps are involved.

Gourmand maybe? I originally had it so he's basically the same as canon, and the brothers in their cryptid forms certainly count as rare, but now I'm thinking I might rework Gourmand's role a bit.

Wild Wings:

Gourmand sure likes himself some Buffalo Wild Wings.

That's it.

That's the joke.

Wild Scales:

Thought about a scenario where Donita and Gourmand team up to get what they want. Donita wants a pretty blue snake with his pretty blue scales for use in a photoshoot, and Gourmand wants the challenge of catching and cooking a naga. And there's two nagas, so the two of them team up to separate the brothers.

Step One: Distract Martin so he separates from Chris. Donita can snatch him up with a posebeam and go do her photoshoot from there.

Martin is used as a prop for Donita's photoshoot. There are a bunch of other snakes Donita's collected and posebeamed, Martin's draped with pretty fabrics and jewelry—he is not having a good time, free him—

Step Two: Gourmand can involve himself in the challenge of tracking and nabbing a naga to his heart's content! He's after the challenge 🤌

He snatches and breaks Chris' creature pod, which is about the point the crew starts to realize that something's wrong. But they can't find either brother's signal!

Crew ends up forced to save one brother at a time—they don't know that Gourmand is involved, so they prioritize getting Martin off Donita's jet before she flies somewhere they can't follow. Then they go back to search for Chris.

They better hurry though :]

There's also Android in the Middle, Double Star, and Psychic AU but I wasn't sure those counted since the description you gave me was that both brothers aren't human. You can still send asks about them if you want though!

[greenand-blue]

I haven't talked about my Feywild AU yet and I've got ROT, so here we go. This is gonna be a long one so buckle up bitches.

The Feywild in and of itself was partly inspired by Westview from Wandavision and the wall of thorns from Maleficent, save for a few key differences. It is, to a degree, a sentient entity. It sealed itself off with a magical barrier, keeping out humans. Magical creatures can pass through the barrier freely, although many don't. Humans aren't too nice to those from the Feywild, big surprise.

Chris and Martin had to flee from thier home in the human land when their village was destroyed in a raid, intending to round up and slaughter any magical creatures or beings they find. Thier parents did not survive, but the Feywild took the orphans in and taught the how to use their magic.

I mentioned in my pinned post that Chris was inspired by Wanda Maximoff. So, Chris is a witch, and I'm using that as a gender neutral term. He's able to move things with his mind and visually his magic looks a lot like Wanda's does, except it's green. I watched one edit that made Wanda's magic green and it spiraled from there.

He can manipulate and control the minds of humans. The only person resistant to his magic is Martin. He can also do more realistic Pagan things, like telling the future, casting spells, using pendulums and runes and tarot cards and the like. Big "don't go into the east woods, a witch lives there" vibes with this one, folks. He'll help you, for a price. I may give him a title in the future, like the Emerald Witch or something, but idk.

Ah, Siren Martin, my beloved. Bloodthirsty siren man. I'm differentiating between sirens and mermaids like this: Sirens have the ability to change from a tail to two human legs, mermaids cannot. Sirens also have their Siren Song and mermaids don't. The transition from human to a siren is insanely painful; kind of like this scene. Despite the show kinda going off the rails and not being my favorite in the later seasons, I did draw a lot of inspiration from it. The transition can be initiated by Martin while in the water or triggered by heightened emotions or injury. Also this bitch dries out so easily; Homeboy has to stay moisturized or he'll shrivel up like a grape in the sun.

[gray-isnt-real]

Another look at the new Dimensional Disaster remix!

The base sketch is finished and we get a look at our main antagonists! Click for better quality :)

[gray-isnt-real]

Koki in various power suits for the Siren Kratts AU! I tried orange and red too but yellow just seems to fit her! I’ll do a little bit of doodling, like Chris’s first reactions to the power suit cuz why not-

[gray-isnt-real]

Jimmy Z takes one for the team in the Fireflies episode-

Didn’t know what background to do so I just doodled all over the page. I’ve never actually drawn the power suits before the Tazzy Chris doodle and the Whale of a Squid post so I’m happy with how the firefly suit turned out ^^

I imagine that in the AU, this episode takes place before Donita is getting ready to go out to an event other than some fashion gala- maybe a charity ball? Maybe something to move along background plot? 👀 I have a mini comic planned fir this but have these-

[gray-isnt-real]

AU idea

I love musical movies and adventures and music animatics, so imagine for me if you will-

Wild Kratts universe...with monsters. Forest monsters like Bigfoot, fairies/fae, mothmen, tree spirits, river nymphs, etc live peacefully in forests all over the world. Sea monsters of all varieties lurk the waters. Griffins and hippogriffs roam the wild deserts and skies. And so many more lurk everywhere on earth.

Aviva, Koki, and Jimmy Z are still protagonists, though they are now the primary users of the Creature Power Suits and main protagonists.

Zach, Donita, Gourmand, and Paisley still exist as main/side villains, depending on the scenario. They’re still the nature-hating, creature-capturing dinguses we know and love.

The Kratt brothers, on the other hand... The brothers are our main antagonists in this universe, with a disregard for human and animal life, a new look, and some interesting new powers...! Siren Powers!

As sirens, they can both use their voices to create illusions, whether seemingly out of light/shadow or a firm image that one can touch with their bare hands, and use their voices to manipulate and control a target if they so desire. Martin is certainly the more manipulative and sleazy of the two using his voice when he absolutely has to, while Chris is very flashy and boisterous, using his power of illusion to put on grand performances. After all, sirens have to make a living.

So, how are they villains in this universe?

Their desire to dominate the earth and bring Sirens to the top of the food chain. Yep, they’ve got a superiority complex and have a bit of a lowkey hatred for humans. Why? I will reveal this later. But for now, I leave you with this concept and I will make more art for it later on.

[gray-isnt-real]

A Night Off . . . Pt. 2

🖋Pt. 1🖋

🔎Writing Excerpt Below Art!!🔎⬇️⬇️

Donita didn’t think she’d meet so many people in one night with those idiots she called her friends around. They normally kept to themselves at these events, drinking and laughing in a little trio by themselves, but so many people seemed to recognize them and want to talk with them. Maybe out of pity? Or maybe they wanted to expand their social circle. Who knew? Donita would take any publicity or chance to meet people she could get- and she got so many compliments on her dress, and even more when she mentioned she made it herself. It made her feel a bit better about her earlier loss to those goody-two-shoes “creature adventurers” or whatever title they gave themselves. Zach was able to brag about his genius ideas and accomplishments to anyone who would listen, and it was all well received. Gourmand seemed to be recognized and respected- more than he had thought himself to be.

Over all, it was a nice time. Donita could let herself relax for once as she found herself walking with her long-time friends and new acquaintances to the dining hall. Of course, here came the most boring part: speeches. They were always so long and drawn out and they made her want to pass out right there. But she could suck it up, she supposed as she found the table with her name card. She barely knew anything about the damn charity this gala was backing anyway. It was important information, of course.

The lights went dim as people found their seats. The crowd hushed, watching the brightly lit stage, waiting for their hosts to make their appearance. Zach was in the midst of eating one of the bread chips from the little basket on the table. Gourmand rolled his eyes at him. Donita glanced at the couple of empty chairs at their table. Odd... A couple of no-shows. Their loss, she thought smugly as she looked up at the stage. No one was there, and yet the spotlight shone right on the spot where someone should be.

“Ladies and gentlemen and all you abominations inbetween!”

The spotlights turned a greenish hue. That voice sounded oddly familiar, but it was no one she knew personally. But Zach? He looked as if he wanted to jump out of his chair and just leave the room from hearing the voice alone.

“Zach? You okay?” Donita whispered. No answer.

“We’re so glad you could all make it to the Claws, Wings, and Fangs Charity Gala- where we strive to put our efforts into helping those monsters who aren’t quite as fortunate as others to be so well accepted into mortal society. All funds go to resources, food banks, shelters, and welfare to those in need, and every donation makes a difference.”

By now, the man speaking had finally revealed himself in a great puff of green smoke. On stage was a young man in his late twenties, maybe early thirties- tan, with spiked brunette hair and a slender body. Anyone could see the light reflecting from his earrings and abundance of necklaces and bracelets. And that outfit... He clearly had confidence- not to say he looked bad. All that tule fabric and the shimmering bodice, with the leggings and boots? He absolutely rocked it. He must’ve done quite a bit of modeling, Donita figured. Clearly, though, Zach had his mind on other things. Did he know him, perhaps?

“My brother, Martin, and Miss Elena Roşu have worked very hard planning tonight’s catering, entertainment, auction... It’s been a privilege and an absolute delight to work alongside Miss Elena to make all this possible for such a wonderful cause.”

He almost sounded like he was going to tear up, maybe cry a little. Clearly, this had some importance.

“So please, sit back, relax, and enjoy your time. Thank you all for showing your support by being here tonight!”

And in a puff of neon green smoke, he was gone, with an applause chasing his disappearance. Zach clearly wasn’t sure how to feel as he clapped, and Donita could tell. Though she had to admit, that was quite the first impression. Everyone went back to their usual chatter for the moment, drinking and laughing, and Zach was quiet. It was almost disturbing how quickly his mood had shifted. Gourmand, however, seemed unbothered by their host and by Zach’s behavior.

“He seemed familiar,” the chef noted, chugging his champagne like nothing. “What is he, an actor or somethin’?”

“I might’ve seen him in magazines,” Donita chimed.

“....He’s just some siren that puts on little shows every week. Nothing special,” Zach stated shortly, as if he didn’t want to even talk about him. He looked like he was debating whether or not he should leave. His mood had swung so suddenly. What was his issue with that guy?

“Mhm, ‘nothing special,’ you say, looking like you want to disappear from the face of the earth,” Donita shot back, her tone flat and her look questioning.

“What’s got you in a sour mood?” Gourmand insisted, nudging the inventor. “You got some kin’a beef with him? Ain’t like you to cause that sorta trouble with anyone else-“

“That’s not it, dammit-!”

“Then what?”

Zach could barely get a word in, and it was clearly getting on his nerves. But they couldn’t help it; Donita and Gourmand were as pushy and insufferable as he usually was. Their friendship was a match made in heaven, that being one of the many reasons why. But he really didn’t know how to explain himself, let alone if he even wanted to do so.

He didn’t have to make that decision, it seemed.

“Mind if I sit down?~”

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Random Siren AU headcanons!

* When Chris first started doing performances, Martin helped him with his makeup. He still helps him from time to time, mainly as bonding

* When Chris gets something new or tries a new look, his immediate thought is “ohhh I should show Martin!” And it’s always at the most inopportune times.

* When Martin arranges his brother’s performances at new venues, he’ll usually end up buddy-buddy with the owners. Whether it’s willing or due to his manipulative power, no one can really tell

* When Chris puts on a performance, he goes all out. Lights, interactive illusions, hanging above the audience, etc. He pulls out all the stops to make the audience come back for more. He’s literally the reason they’re rich as hell.

* Chris can and will crossdress- correction: shapeshift for the sake of a performance or just feeling good about himself. He can even change the sound of his voice entirely if he desires. Martin can do the same, but he really doesn’t have any need or want to do so.

* Whenever I think about this AU, I just think of Chris performing songs like Black Sheep (Gin Wigmore) or Looking At Me. Martin is more of a Achilles Come Down or Wires kind of guy.

* Martin is almost like Chris’s manager, in a way. Booking venues, advertising, keeping their public image positive until they have the means to carry out their plans… How lucky are they that they meet Zach Varmitech and Donita Donata?

[razzle-zazzle]

...I genuinely don't even know which AU Anon is talking about 🤨

About that one AU where the bros are cryptids and the villians hunt them and stuff: How would Flight of Draco/Platypus Cafe go? Are the villains AWARE the bros aren’t human?

That’s one of @razzle-zazzle’s aus, not mine, hoWEVER-

Assuming they first met the bros as humans, it wouldn’t be hard to chalk up the weird shit they do as just being the rat brothers. Gourmand’s threats of cannibalism would definitely take a whole new light tho djfjdd

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“We both saw that, right?”

The two men looked at each other in absolute befuddlement. They were just having themselves a day to walk the city, shop and take a break from planning and shows and stress. They’d been having a good time, talking shit and spending proper time together. And then the biggest bird they’d ever seen passed over them. A giant, yellow bird that looked something like...a falcon, maybe? There was no such thing as huge falcons, right?

“...Whatever that was, I’m too sober for it,” Martin stated, that tired, deadpan look remaining on his face. “We have something strong at home?”

“I stole a bottle of Skrewball from the minibar a few nights ago,” Chris admitted with a grin.

“Good enough.”