#viktor's a nerd

[lonelyinsomnia]

rises the moon

I watched as he muttered to himself, hovering over his notes, pointing at random places, and then pacing back to his invention. The sight was as amusing as it was irritating. I watched as he tinkered and took notes. His chocolate brown hair bounced as he shuffled back and forth.

Leaning against a cluttered table covered in gadgets and gizmos I noticed a spyglass. I picked it up and placed it against my eye. I followed a seagull as it dove down, only to catch an updraft and soar much higher than before. I watched the sun begin to set, leaving only a sliver of natural sunlight.

Setting the spyglass down, I looked over to Viktor. He was still enthralled with his work. I walked over to him and tapped his shoulder. He spun around and nearly hit me with the notebook he held.

“Watch it,” I sneered.

He laughed wryly and almost returned to his project, but stopped when we made eye contact. We briefly held each other’s gaze until I coughed to break the increasingly awkward silence.

“Uh,” I paused, debating on continuing, “The sun is nearly set, so…Would you like to stargaze with me?”

His tired eyes widened. After a moment, his shoulders slumped and he sighed.

“That would be…beneficial,” he said nodding.

I began walking out of the room, pausing only to hold the door for him. He gave me an apathetic look, which I returned with a half-hearted smile. I shut and locked the door behind me as we stood on the balcony.

The silence between Viktor and me was not awkward like before, but it wasn’t comfortable either. We stood side-by-side and leaned against the railing watching as the sliver of sunlight became all but an orange hue on the horizon. We waited silently until the sky darkened enough to see the stars. Once they appeared, I sat down and gazed at the glittering sky; Viktor followed suit and small talk ensued. He talked about his gadgets and formulas and I listened -- despite not knowing what he was talking about. Viktor’s hazel eyes shined a gloss-like gold as he spoke, his enthusiasm evident. It was a sweet sight. When he calmed down, I started pointing out different constellations. He watched my hands and listened to whatever I had to say about each planet, quasar, black hole, star, or nebula I gestured to.

I felt a weight on my shoulder during my rant about Ursa Major and Ursa Minor. I looked over to see Viktor asleep. His eyes bore heavy on his face and his cheeks were sunk in but he had a small smile on his lips. Gazing at the sky, I smiled.

His head began to fall after a bit so I gently guided him to lie on my lap. He started to snore quietly the moment he lay on my thighs. Smiling, I ran my fingers through his hair. It was soft to the touch. Absentmindedly, I played with his hair as I gazed at the rising moon.

[pigeon-princess]

Anya has been an incredible new edition to the strahd party dynamic and I think we're reaching peak levels of chaos

[ollycohens]

oh no you guys. i’m going to spew things i’ve realized while rewatching umbrella academy. I’m realizing were all being too sucked into fanon things after being stuck without canon content for so long. We have convinced ourselves Five acts like a mean mean dude to everyone but rewatching, i’ve realized he’s only stressed and is saying things out of panicked anger, especially in s1 with the apocalypse dooming over them. he acts soft to his siblings multiple times, he’s really not as mean as we write him in fanfiction. he is a little crap though, that’s for sure, and i love him for that <3

also realizing that the siblings don’t hate five. they just literally don’t know him at all. he came back a completely different person after 17 years for the siblings, they don’t know five, he’s a stranger so of course they’re gonna be cold to him. it’s like, “i don’t know you well, but you’re always going to be my brother in the end”.

ALSO. for those who ship some of the siblings, uhm… i’ve seen a lot of you guys try to prove that they don’t see eachother as siblings and more like academy students, but they very much say in just about every episode that they see eachother as siblings. they don’t actually SAY that word by word but they say things like “she’s our sister”, or “our dad”. if they say OUR dad… bro. i’m not even going to continue, you can put it together yourself. But, i do realize why people ship the siblings. I am not defending incest shippers but with umbrella academy i can see why people have resorted to it. only 3 of the characters in the main sibling cast has romantic partners. people like shipping people, people love writing romantic relationships, but with only diego/lila, dave/klaus, and sissy/viktor, (i’m not going to count five/dolores for now) people are desperate with the need to ship the rest of the siblings with someone, and since there are only a few actual canon characters in the show that interact with our main 7, people start shipping them together… yikes. anywho, that’s all for that peice. i blame the show writers as well for shipping luther/allison, they did not have to do that, but i’m hoping it was only to convey the severity of what childhood trauma does to people.

ALSO THIS HERE SHOOK ME. I actually think Reginald cares for the siblings. i hate to say it, but it’s true. caring for them does not mean being good, though. he was a horrible father, and person, but he genuinely did care for the siblings, in a like, “being the best is the best thing for you, i will make you better, for your sake, even if you don’t know it now, you will see that i am right” kind of way.

also why has NOBODY MENTIONED THIS. in season 2 when diego first reunites with five in the asylum, while he’s walking into the visitors room, he’s staring at five with this heartfelt, soft look, and then says “five…” in the most soft spoken voice ever 😭 your honor i love them

ALSO UGHHH THIS. IM GOING TO FREAK OUT ABOUT CAMERAWORK AND METAPHORS HERE SO BARE WITH ME. we as a fandom complain about the lack of flashbacks five has due to his ptsd. we’ve seen his first flashback since getting back to his family in s1 during the van scene when he gets triggered by those kids playing and starts thinking about his own childhood, i’m guessing. i ate that scene up, and was sad to see that be one of the only deeply vulnerable scenes he has in the season, and during my first watch i thought they’d never bring it back up. but they do!! i may be stupid for not realizing but whatever. in season 2, when five is trying to explain at elliot’s with all his siblings around that another apocalypse is coming, everyone starts talking about each other. as someone who studies film and camerawork, i love this scene. we see the camera focus on five as it slowly zooms in. it doesn’t switch scenes at all as the siblings voices overlap and echo over eachother. this whole scene conveys him getting overwhelmed and he starts to zone out, starting to think of the nuclear war he saw his siblings in. the scenes of the war start quickly switching through, showing many different scenes of it before it switches back to five, who says “guys, you all die. i want to forget it but i can’t” which just UGH its so well done there. if you think about it, he was starting to slip into another flashback. he was triggered by talking about their deaths in the war but was handling it well until the siblings started fighting, where we see the overlapping voices happen. it portrays him losing control and being unable to pull it back together with too much going on for him to focus on grounding himself. we DO however, see that five was able to pull himself out before he fell too deep into the flashback. i love how they show this through them still having the scene showing the war, but then fives voice starts talking over the scene which is still focusing on the war as if he was pushing it back and forcing himself to come back to the present.

thank you for reading if you’ve made it this far, i will continue to freak out another time <3

[nerdasaurus1200]

YAAAAAS A NEW POSTER! And look who’s alive!!!

Also lookit the power couples next to each other 🤩

[dolcezzaestremadaomicid1o]

I have no clue if that was ever highlighted before but the fact that my childhood 2D crush was the furry counterpart of my current 3D crush is somehow unsettling, yet I can totally recognize the pattern: I just love science madmen, that's all. That's the deal

[snoocupz]

Woohoo, I have made it back to Tumblr after - Good god, something that feel like millions of years of a break! Time for some old art reshare!

[ante--meridiem]

Regrettably I can no longer deny that I have a new "guy I've learned enough about through fandom osmosis to determine he would be an instant blorbo if I ever actually got into the source material but I am holding out on really not wanting to do that".

[blessedshortcake]

Im about to pull the best crossover of the century just yall wait /hj

[mystic-orb88]

​(suggested by @scisetforever ).

These guys and their dweeb haircuts and dweeb chalk boards and dweeb presentations and dweeb elbow patches and dweeb suits and dweeb glasses and holy Hell dangerous dicoveries. I love that stuff.

[koko2unite]

there's a shred of hope in his eyes... I love him

[cheaploafs]

sometimes you both are awake at the same time and you learn to treasure those moments

[supposedlysecretlysapphic]

Arcane Characters As Birds

1. Caitlyn

I see her as a mute swan- graceful, pure, of few words, and can absolutely wreck you if you try to hurt who she loves. 2. Vi

She's a harpy eagle for me, super powerful and intimidating, and similar hair... 3. Jinx

The show associates her with the crow, but I see her more as a magpie. Loves the shiny, easily distractable, and as per the Australian species hyper-aggressive. 4. Jayce

Jayce of course is the preening peacock, doesn't need much explanation 5. Viktor

Viktor I see as the Eurasian Jay. Seems plain and unassuming but it’s quite clever (being part of the Corvid family) 6. Mel

I picked the raggiana bird of paradise, always easy to pick out in crowd and every so elegant. 7. Silco

Silco I see as a bearded vulture. He's thriving off the decay in the undercity, able to use it for his own ends.

8. Singed

Singed is an Andean Condor. Often judged by its appearance, and they are scavengers, picking scraps and bending them for greater purposes.

9. Vander

Vander has to be a golden eagle for me. Strong, proud, and while usually solitary outside of mated pairs, they can form strong bonds in tough circumstances 10. Ekko

Ekko gives off kestrel vibes for me- small and fierce, quick and agile, but not as strong as other birds of prey 11. Sevika

Sevika is a sparrowhawk. Known for hunting smaller birds, and they have the greatest sex size difference (females are 25% larger) 12. Cassandra Kiramman

I chose the Eurasian robin- they are extremely territorial, traditional and are the national bird of England so...

13. Marcus

Marcus is a wood duck- since he’s basically a ‘lame duck’ in Silco’s pocket

14. Heimerdinger

He’s a long tailed tit, extremely floofy

(Photos of swan, eurasian magpie, peacock, eurasian jay, kestrel, sparrowhawk, robin and long tailed tit are my own) (Harpy Eagle, Raggiana bird of paradise, bearded vulture, andean condor, golden eagle, wood duck)

[nerdasaurus1200]

You know what? From here on out, I don’t care what atrocities Viktor commits. Anything he does to Jayce by the events of the game, including ending their friendship is completely warranted. This right here is the beginning of the death of their friendship. The fact that Jayce had the nerve to clench his jaw and fist like that in anger, as if Viktor was the one out of line. The fact that he had the arrogance, the utter nerve, to say Zaunites are dangerous to Viktor’s face? As if he’s somehow forgotten where Viktor comes from? Sorry Jayce, whatever insults Viktor throws your way, you have it coming dude.

[cheeriecherrymain]

Incorrigible Flirts And Besweatered Men [Chapter 3]

Pairing: TA!Viktor x fem!Reader Rating: T Warnings: None that I’m aware of Proofread: Not even a little bit Chapter Summary: You and Viktor meet up outside of class, you tell him about your problems, and he tells you about the time he had a crush on a woman he’d never even spoken to.

You step off the bus, trying your best to look confident, and not like you’re completely out of your comfort zone. You’ve never ventured very far outside of your apartment or your classes - at least not while sober - and the sudden newness of your surroundings is putting you on edge. It makes you feel incredibly grateful that Viktor had sent a picture of the little coffee shop he suggested meeting at.

“It’s just across from the bus stop you’ll want to get off at,” he’d said, when the two of you had been sorting out your schedules over the past couple days.

You glance in both directions before crossing the street, making a beeline for the cafe.

A little bell jingles as you walk through the entrance, a glass door painted with intricate, cheerful designs. It’s just as eclectic as the rest of the establishment, with its worn checkered floors and mismatched furniture. It’s charming though, warm and homey, and the air smells of coffee beans and baked goods.

You glance around the room, and you’re not surprised that you don’t see Viktor. You’d departed on your journey early, to give yourself some time to order a snack and sit down while waiting. In the short time since you met him, you’ve known him to be a punctual man - you didn’t want to risk earning his ire by asking to stop for a little bit to eat.

Deep down, you know that he wouldn’t be bothered by such a thing, but your anxiety had gotten the better of you. What if he didn’t want to eat something as well? Would you just sit there and make him watch you while you ate? Or what if he did want something? Would you pay, since it was your idea? Would he pay, since he felt obligated out of politeness? Would you both hesitate and make the conversation awkward by trying to decide?

The easiest course of action was to simply arrive before him, and eat on your own.

“Hello,” you say softly to the barista behind the counter. She seems a little bored, but she’s friendly to you nonetheless. “Can I have a- just a regular cup of coffee? For here. And, um. A slice of that strawberry cake maybe?”

You move to point at the cake on display nearby, but a hand on your shoulder startles you into silence.

“Would you be able to make that two cups of coffee, please? As well as a butter tart?”

It takes you several seconds to calm down enough to discern the voice of the person standing behind you - too long, apparently, as you watch Viktor drop a twenty on the counter, as opposed to fumbling your wallet out of your pocket.

“You didn’t have to pay,” you tell him quietly, carefully scooping both cups of coffee and one of the plates into your hands. Viktor is quick to shush you as he takes his own plate, and the two of you find a quiet spot by the window.

“I do not mind,” he says, “I was not expecting to find you here so early.”

You set his coffee in front of him, and take your own seat.

“I left early with the intention of getting something to eat here,” you explain, plucking the strawberry off the top of your cake. “I didn’t know if you’d want anything, and I didn’t want to like, sit and make you watch me eat.”

“It seems we are of the same mind, then.”

You fall into a comfortable moment of silence after that, picking idly at your snacks and enjoying the overall atmosphere of the cafe. Eventually Viktor reaches for the little packets of sugar supplied on each table, meticulously counting out five to take.

The surprise must be clear on your face, because he quickly turns shy under your gaze.

“I know,” he sighs, “All the sugar is not healthy.”

“That’s not it at all!” You’re quick to interrupt him, and grab your own five pouches. “I’ve just never met someone who hasn’t recoiled at the amount of sugar I take. It’s weirdly refreshing.”

The two of you share a smile, and you go about fixing the rest of your drink, humming pleasantly when you take a sip.

“Y/N, could I make an inquiry that is…perhaps a little personal?” Viktor asks suddenly.

“It depends on the question, I guess.” You take a sip of coffee. “What do you want to know?”

Viktor fidgets a little in his seat, looking more awkward than you’d ever seen him. You wonder what the nature of his curiosity is, to have him so worried about asking.

“Forgive me if this is intrusive, but…the other day, when your bag was destroyed? You seemed incredibly distracted beforehand, and you’ve been less animated in class since then. I just wanted to make sure everything is alright?”

You’re admittedly a little disappointed with how benign his question is, albeit charmed by his concern. Not only his concern, but the fact that he’d noticed you were having an off-day in the first place. Had he been watching you?

You tap your nails pensively against the ceramic of the mug you’re holding. “Can I…be honest with you about something, Viktor?” you ask, trying your best to keep your voice from shaking. If anyone would understand your predicament, it would be him; he was kind, he was smart, and you were friends. He wouldn’t judge you.

“Of course,” he replies.

You set your coffee down, and sigh deeply. “I’m only studying physics so that my parents will pay for university.” When Viktor doesn’t say anything, you continue, “I know it’s kind of a crappy thing to do, and I feel like a manipulative asshole, but they were going to kick me out if I went to school for anything else, and I wasn’t ready to be on my own! I wouldn’t have been able to juggle a full time job and music school, and- and- I’m sorry.”

Viktor gently wraps a hand around yours in an attempt to comfort you, only worsening the fluttering in your chest.

“It’s not like I dislike physics,” you explain, “I think it’s super interesting, and I really love being able to understand how things work. But I’m just not passionate about it, y’know? Not like you, or Heimerdinger, or the students who sit in the front row of the classroom.”

Much to your frustration, tears begin to well up in your eyes, forcing you to furiously wipe your face on your sleeve. “Sorry,” you sniffle, “I- I don’t know why I’m crying like this.”

Viktor reaches across the table with his free hand, gently nudging your arm away from your face to replace the rough knit of your sleeve with the softer texture of a fabric tissue. His touch is tender, his thumb barely grazing your cheek as he pats a trail down to your jaw - fingers stroking the curve of your face in a startlingly affectionate manner.

“There is nothing to apologize for,” he says, his touch lingering. “It sounds like you have been keeping a lot bottled up - does anyone else know?”

You shake your head. “I don’t really have friends,” you admit. “I mean, I have friends, but they’re the kind you attend parties and get drunk with. Not the friends you have actual meaningful conversations with.”

Viktor pulls away finally, and it’s only then that you notice how entirely red his face has gone - pink all the way to the tips of his ears.

“That sounds incredibly lonely,” he observes, and you shrug.

“It’s not too bad, usually. As long as I don’t think too hard about it. Anyways!” You take a deep, refreshing breath. “Now that you have all that context! The day my bag died, I got an email from a local studio. They help set up live performances, and they have their own advertising and merch setups - anyone who wants to be someone starts out with them.”

“They have a huge waitlist though - some people have been waiting for months to hear back from them, and I was expecting the same! But then they emailed me the other day, with- with a contract offer.”

“Y/N!”

The enthusiasm in Viktor’s voice startles you, and you nervously meet his gaze. You had expected some amount of disappointment, even from someone as open-minded as him, but instead you only find pride. Pride, and a hint of excitement.

“All I did was send in my sample CD,” you mumble.

Viktor squeezes your hand. “A testament to your skill.”

“You haven’t even heard me play anything!”

“Yes, I have!” he retorts, without thinking.

All at once, the pretty colour that had been fading from his cheeks, returns tenfold. He’s undeniably cute when he’s flustered; when he flushes pink and stumbles over his words for a couple moments. He makes your heart race and your insides turn mushy, and a little part of you is terrified that he’s going to feel your hand shaking beneath his atop the table.

“When-”

“A while ago, now,” he interrupts. “I think you would have been in your second year?”

You think back to your second year; you’d had one of Heimerdinger’s classes back then, too, though Viktor had not been present. You’d been a mess at that point in your life, struggling with the workload of university, life in a self-dubbed ‘party dorm’, as well as feeling pressured by your parents to maintain a job.

“The theatre hall!” you realize out loud, and Viktor nods.

For a brief two months in your second year of schooling, you had managed to secure and maintain a part-time cleaning job on campus. It wasn’t anything fancy or well-paying, but you had been fortunate enough to have one of the less-grueling positions among the staff: you’d been the one to clean the old theatre, and make it sparkle, before every performance.

Your boss hadn’t strictly forbidden you from touching specific parts of the auditorium - namely any instruments that were a permanent fixture - but it had been heavily implied that if you broke anything, you’d be the one paying for it.

You’d been scared into not touching anything for a couple days, until the enticement of playing an actual grand piano became too strong.

“I was in the building one afternoon, running some errands for Heimerdinger,” Viktor explains, “I was waiting in the hallway so I wouldn’t disturb a lecture, when I started hearing music. I hadn’t known that there were any rehearsals going on, but I know students are typically allowed to sit in on those. I slipped in the back of the theatre, sat down to listen, and…there you were.”

Shyness overtakes you, when he regards you with such awe; as if he still thinks of you as some mysterious, beautiful creature.

“You came back a couple times after that, didn’t you?” you ask, and he nods.

“I did not do it in some lecherous kind of way!” he promises, “I was in the building a few times afterwards, and you happened to be playing - I don’t get many opportunities to listen to live music.”

You bite back a laugh, and assure him that you’re not - nor had you ever been - weirded out by his presence. “I did notice you, though,” you tell him. “I could never see your face or features, but I knew you were the same person. I wish I’d said hello, or waved, or…something.”

“Perhaps it is best you didn’t,” Viktor says, mischief turning up the corners of his mouth. “I fear I would have combusted the moment you acknowledged me.”

You’re unable to hold back any longer, and the two of you burst into a quiet fit of giggles. How easy it is to laugh with him, you think. How comfortable he makes you feel - how warm, how relaxed, how seen. You barely even know him, and it feels like he’s been a part of your life for years.

And your smile falls.

“You know,” you sigh, saddened by the thought, “If I accept a contract with the Firelights, I…won’t be able to keep going to class. Pretty much all my time will be dedicated to writing music, performing, and recording.”

Viktor strokes his thumb over the back of your hand, his skin warm against yours. “I will not lie,” he says. “The thought of not seeing you in class is unpleasant. You’ve somehow become the brightest part of my day - though I am not entirely shocked. You’re even more captivating than you were all those years ago.”

Heat floods into your face, and you can hear your pulse quicken in your ears.

“You know,” you squeak, earning a lopsided smirk from your companion. “Just because we won’t see each other in class, doesn’t mean we have to stop seeing each other altogether.”

Viktor is pensive for a couple moments, continuing to rub soothing circles into your hand.

“Perhaps…we should wait until you officially drop your classes,” he suggests. “We are already on thin ice being out together today.”

“There aren’t any rules against students being friends with their TA’s,” you pout.

“But there are express rules against romantic relationships,” he supplies.

If your face was hot before, you’re now encroaching on scalding, and you’re absolutely certain that Viktor can see how flustered you are. Especially with the way you stumble over your words, choking on half-formed sentences. Is this how you’d made him feel whenever you’d flirted with him?

“I-Is this a date?” you manage to ask.

“No.”

Your heart sinks.

“However,” he continues, “If you choose to pursue music, and drop your courses…I would very much like to take you to dinner sometime.”

You swallow the lump in your throat. “And what if I don’t drop my classes?” you ask. “What if I find a way to balance music and physics. You’ll still be my TA, and we’d definitely get in trouble if we were caught together. I don’t want to be the reason you lose your job.”

Viktor smiles at you then, takes a quick glance around, and brings your hand up to his lips. “In that case, we’d simply have to be patient, and wait until you finished the course.”

He then presses his lips to your knuckles, and while your soul swiftly exits your body, you manage to squeak out a soft ‘okay’.

[rlherondale]

You can tell me he's not a viktor variant, but you'd just be dead wrong

[dongiovannitriumphant]

Dr. John Seward, M.D, finally meeting Johnathan Harker in Person: