#undercast V

[hargrove-mayfields]

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Steve traveled a few hours for this.

Robin and Dustin came with him, taking turns driving since neither of them really liked to, but there wasn’t much choice. They would’ve brought the boys’ mom, but going a few states away isn’t something Claudia can do with her job if she still wants to retire in a month.

She’d entrusted Steve and Dustin with her car and settled for car-pooling with Joyce to work until the boys and Robin got back.

He really appreciated that. This trip is a very big deal to him; a visit to literally the only place left in the country he can visit his decades long hyperfixation. The Rock-Afire Explosion, in all its horribly tacky 1980s glory. Settled today at an independent arcade restaurant.

There’s one closer to home, but it isn’t the right group. Some corporate sellout place that uses digital screens and shit. Another is closed off to the public unless he was going to pay way too much money to see his favorite characters barely functioning. So to West by god Virginia it is.

They made it, and have spent probably two hours straight at this literal wonderland. Robin and Dustin are mostly hanging out in the arcade portion, dishing out little golden tokens into skee-ball games and spinning wheels for tickets. Actual print tickets. Just when he thought this place couldn’t get better.

Steve though, he’s mostly been parked in front of the stage the entire time. A basket of chicken tenders later, even though the place is known for pizza- which Steve in his post ileostomy world can’t eat- he’s still not going anywhere.

Each and every time the show selector board lights up again, he’s wheeling his way over and choosing one from the draw. So far, he’s seen probably half of the whole show tape, happy stimming his way through each song and skit that he’d wanted so desperately to see in person ever since the last Showbiz Pizza closed in Indiana during his early childhood.

This time, when it comes back on to signal the cooldown is over, he’s beat to the draw.

A small boy of about 10 or 11 years old comes darting past in little light up sneakers, on tip-toes to reach where the buttons are mounted up on the wall. He’s got a mop of blonde curly hair on his head, where it’s longer in the back pulled into a tiny ponytail, with the band of some strap-on glasses tucked underneath.

Steve looks over his shoulder to see where the little guy came from, and sees a man who looks almost identical. But not just any. The one approaching him is someone he used to know, an old crush that got away.

Billy Hargrove in the flesh.

It’s been over thirty years. These days, Billy is inked from shoulder to wrist, even more tattoos peeking out from just under the v-neck t-shirt he’s wearing. His hair has lightened, probably from the California sun that darkened his freckles and added more to any uncovered spot of skin. Those pale, almost peachy colored curls don’t do much to hide the dark graying streaks.

Steve is the same way, a whole patch of greyish-brown blooming at the front of his hair, and crows feet by his undercast eyes. Aging hasn’t done him particularly well, not the way it has Billy. That is what he thinks at least, still never quite breaking out of his self-critical shell. His mom says he’s still charming at least.

Being love-sick all these years hasn’t helped though. He wonders what Billy will think of him now.

Billy who, with an absolutely adorable laugh, calls after his boy, “Mackenzie! You gotta wait your turn little dude!”

Steve rushes to insist, “Oh, no, he’s alright!” After all, he’s the grown ass man getting his entertainment from a group of cutesy animal robots.

If that little boy in his cute sneakers wants to have fun too, he’s not gonna be some gatekeeping elitist about it. Not when he sees the wristband on his little wrist that proudly declares his extra 21st chromosome. He recognizes the rainbow infinity on the beaded bracelet beneath that one too.

Steve gets it. Hyperfixations and special interests are pretty huge for him too. Mackenzie being so excited about the band he’s loved for so long is not something Steve would ever dream of squashing out.

Not even when the young boy takes to climbing up the side of Steve’s wheelchair.

Billy intervenes and picks him up right away though, “Hey, hey. We don’t touch that, Kenz. That’s his legs.”

Mackenzie’s slanted eyes get big, his little head whipping towards Steve to apologize, “Sowwy!”

But the little guy was so genuine and curious, there’s no way Steve could be mad about that, “It’s alright! Here, do you wanna push a button?”

Billy looks relieved that Steve didn’t start freaking out on his kid, motioning with a little nod of his head that it’s okay for Steve to take Mackenzie’s little hand and guide it towards one of the buttons.

Together, they choose a blue one. Steve’s already watched this specific show, but it’s one of his favorites since it involves all eight characters. For some reason, he hopes the kiddo really likes it too.

Nothing happens at first- the animatronics have to get air pressure back in them before they can start -so Steve takes the few seconds of delay to roll back to his table. It doesn’t really surprise him when the two friends he’s made join him. Father and son in swivelly red chairs at the table Steve parked beside.

When the lights come up on stage, Steve finds he doesn’t want to look right at the show and stare the way he usually does. Instead, he watches the wonder in Mackenzie’s deep and emotional eyes.

Kids like him don’t do much to hide their emotions, which is honestly a huge inspiration to Steve, who grew up masking and hiding his disability. Pretending isn’t fun, and even though he just met this little dude, watching him just be himself makes Steve happy too.

They’re both letting their hands flutter about by the time the first set is finished, the hiss of air signaling the animatronics are done until the next time.

Mackenzie whips around in his seat and all but shouts at his dad, “Baba, t’ey sang to me!!”

“I heard, buddy! Wasn’t that cool?” Billy enthuses back.

Little Mackenzie nods his head over and over, giggles replacing his words.

Surprisingly, to Steve at least, he then looks to Steve for his opinion too. There is so much trust and adoration in that look. He hasn’t seen that since Dustin was a kid way back when Steve had first been adopted.

Steve gives a thumbs up for some reason, “Yeah, it was awesome!”

He reassures the little boy, but Billy is looking more skeptical. Not judgemental or anything, just aware of the surprised tone in Steve’s voice.

Non-confrontationally, he informs Steve, “Just a heads up.. I might’ve told Kenzie we were friends. I saw you and I panicked.”

Yep. That explains it. The sheepish looks from Billy combined with the excitement from his son.

Steve is actually really flattered that someone he used to think was so cool would want to be his friend.

“Highschool bullshit aside, I always kinda wondered what it would be like being close with the Billy Hargrove.”

“Well I still have the same taste in music.” Billy announces, after a moment to think on important fun facts about himself.

It makes Steve chuckle softly, “This tacky pop is probably painful for you then.”

Billy shrugs it off, “Hey, I heard some Springsteen in there. And the Beatles always get a pass. I can get by on this.”

Suddenly Mackenzie gets impatient with them having their own little conversation, and tries to get Steve’s attention. He taps him gently first, then starts waving and curling his hands into shapes.

Steve recognizes the gestures Mackenzie is making as sign language, but he doesn’t understand a word of it. It’s one of those things he always wanted to learn, and wished he knew, but never sat down and dedicated to. His communication board was way easier for non verbal days.

His confusion must be clear, because before he can even say anything, Billy starts acting as translator, “He wants to know your favorite member of the band.”

“Oh that’s easy! I love Beach Bear. His surfer theme and his curly blonde hair are so cool!” The answer is easy for Steve. He doesn’t mention the part where the character has always reminded him of someone his heart long yearned for.

Mackenzie seems to explode with happiness anyways, butterfly hands going faster than Steve can even finish his sentence. He guesses that’s his favorite too.

The excitement takes over totally, just then Makenzie taking off running unexpectedly.

Billy is up out of his seat so quick, jogging past his little one and intercepting him before he can complete his mission. It’s obvious Mackenzie had wanted to jump onto the stage, instead having to crash into his fathers open arms.

Before the little guy can get upset, Billy turns it into a hug. He’s so gentle, his hold on his boy loose, not crushing like the prone restraints Steve grew up with.

This is teaching through love, not fear. Steve may have just learned something about love himself if the way his heart skips a beat is any indication. He tries not to tear up.

Billy cups his hand real soft on the back of Mackenzie’s curly head, advising him, “Please don’t run off like that, baby. You could get hurt.”

“Sowwy.” Mackenzie apologizes, almost automatically.

Once again, Billy takes action to make sure his son isn’t feeling confronted or yelled at, “It’s okay, bud. You’re doing a really good job today, buddy. Daddy’s proud.”

With that, he carries him back over to the show selector to press one of the buttons that has now since lit up again, choosing a show with help from Steve through a series of pointing and lighthearted laughter from the trio.

They end up picking yet another one that Steve already heard, but Mackenzie clearly hadn’t, so Steve feels okay leaning aside with Billy and chatting while the boy dances and enjoys the show in close range.

“You’re really good with him.” He compliments softly, not just impressed but super enthralled

Instantly Billy’s face lights up with a smile, “Thanks, Steve. It’s just been me and him, I’m trying to fix a lot of shit his mom put into his head.”

Steve is going to say something, but Billy gets bashful, and interrupts it, “Sorry. Trauma dump.”

“No, it’s fine. I definitely get it. My uh.. my mom was the same way, you know.” Steve admits, to make Billy feel less embarrassed about it.

“Here, here.” Billy bumps their shoulders together, a weirdly intimate interaction, one that most people would be too afraid to do lest they break poor paralyzed Steve (not going to happen).

“It’s hard. I love my kid. More than the fucking world. I flew hours to this place just to let him be happy. But goddamn it’s not easy to unravel the shit that was done to me. To him too.”

“Listen, that happy, sweet little boy that ran over to me isn’t afraid. He’s not hurt, or scared, or hiding from anything. You’re doing great.” Steve compliments, all genuine.

His dream of six little nuggets of his own might not be something he’s going to have these days, but he admires Billy for his family. Not just because of his crush either. There’s always been a side to Billy that was so emotional and tender, and he’s amazed at how easily Billy can use that for good.

A lot has changed, but not really. Steve just wonders what Billy thinks of the fact Steve hasn’t made strides in growing a family or becoming some successful mogul.

Apparently he isn’t appalled, because he’s blushing as pink as Steve has probably been all day, as he says, “Thanks, Steve.. I needed that.”

And then there’s nothing left to say. Steve opens his mouth once, then closes it again, too overwhelmed to think of anything. All he wants to do is blab about how he’s been in love with his old rival the whole time.

The pause in conversation isn’t silent, between Mitzi Mozzarella singing her little mechanical heart out, kids laughing about something fun or crying about not getting the prize they wanted, and various machines begging to be played. But it feels intimate anyways.

A moment for just Billy and Steve, in all their nearing middle-aged glory.

It’s Billy who starts things back up, after checking that Mackenzie is getting enough to drink for all the moving he’s doing, “So. D’you really think blonde surfer guys are cool?”

“Maybe.” Steve goes along with it, seeing the opportunity to flirt in the way Billy held onto that one small moment, and tugging hard on that red string of fate, “They definitely get bonus points for having cool tattoos and being good parents, I’d say.”

Billy’s face looks absolutely frazzled, eyes big and smile all crooked and wobbly. And then he laughs, a loud, hearty laugh that has butterflies going through Steve’s whole chest, “Looks like you finally beat me at my own game, H.”

So they have been flirting.

In celebration of not reading the situation wrong, Steve turns it up ten more, leaving a locationally relevant move for Billy on purpose, “Do I get a prize?”

Of course the prize isn’t a stuffed toy or a handful of bubblegum, but rather, a kiss. A sweet, shy kind of kiss that has them bumping their noses together by accident. It’s all they can really get away with, considering where they are, but it’s enough. A thousand words in one chaste press of their lips together. It’s how Steve knows right away this was meant to be all along.

For what could have been several more hours they sat and talked, just the two of them in their little corner of the restaurant, occasionally taking breaks to go play a game, or take Mackenzie to the bathroom. In that time, they go from practically strangers, to having agreed to live together.

See, Billy and MacKenzie actually bought one way tickets. The California cost of living was way too much for single dad finances, and they had plans to settle in a rental trailer park, after a tour of a few states around the area, doing cheap stuff to make it seem fun. Like they weren’t searching for a place to live.

No way was Steve going to let Billy and his disabled kid be homeless in their rental car. Absolutely not.

He sent Claudia a text, and she said instantly she’d be getting Dustin's old room in order to house Mackenzie, and Steve could share his room with Billy. The situation is one plenty of people have already criticized, saying Steve at forty something is too old to be living with his adoptive mother. Adding a alternative queer man and his kid with down’s syndrome to the mix was destined to be the talk of the town, just as it was when Dustin moved out into an apartment with Lucas and Erica.

The fact is, he doesn’t care.

Steve hasn’t done babysitting since he was paralyzed in his twenties, but he’s more than happy to watch Mackenzie while Billy works. As soon as he saw him he felt like family, and Billy agrees Steve and he are soulmates. To him, this is just completing part of him that anguished and mourned and longed for so long.

The three of them together with Steve’s mom and caregiver, sounds like a dream to him.

“Who wants funnel cake!?” Robin appears out of nowhere, two greasy paper baskets in hand. But she freezes, “Wait a second- Hargrove?”

Okay, so there is a lot to catch her up on. Steve is more than happy to tell the story of rediscovering Billy, his beautiful son, and their long-lost love for each other.

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[delunastar]

“Drawin’ durin’ downtime” Now that I have free time, I finally could finish this ^^ This was a small scene in @vzearia and I’m roleplay and it was pretty cute ^^ Hope you like this!! Blu belongs to me ^^ V belongs to @vzearia

[koko-doodle]

Hello! I been curious for months about this but... What happened with your old ocs like Vi?

I feel I’ve owed an explanation to my older followers for a while so I’m gonna be an open book here. Come clean.

Skip if you don’t want to hear about emotional stuffs.

Being honest, I was not in a good place mentally in life two years ago when I was drawing V (an old Understale OC). I was struggling more health wise as well as at my job, I was under a lot of emotional stress. It caused me to complicate relationships I had with some friends I was interacting with and I can only blame myself and my insecurities. It’s no one’s fault but my own. After the mental crisis I had where I deleted my old tumblr I just wanted nothing to do with V. I was associating the emotional stress I had with that OC instead of everything as a whole and so I decided to move on from her. I wanted a fresh start, I tried creating more undertale OCs after Divinity Fall failed which is where Melody and Rhythm came into play but I struggled getting them off the ground. I miss interacting with the Undercast peeps, they were an amazing group of people but after things I did and said I don’t think I deserve to be welcomed back. I don’t expect it either.

My biggest flaw is my desire/need for approval from others, at moments when I really struggle is when I debate if anyone would miss my art if I stopped doing it. I may have mental disorders that majorly effect my emotions but that is no excuse to put my insecurities on other people. I am responsible for my actions, wither they be good or bad. I’d like to say my end goal isn’t to be popular with lots of followers but at the end of the day I have to be honest with myself and that is truly what I think I want. I see so many great artists from every fandom interacting with their followers, their followers almost leading them in their art. I love doing character interactions/comics, that is where I find joy in art. Just creating singular pieces of artwork isn’t my preferred style. I’d love to try interacting with the popular Sun & Moon community artists like Bamsara, Shandzii, oobbbear or fluffffpillow (just to name a few) but I’m afraid of letting my insecurities and shortcomings get in the way again. I don’t want to ruin anything and I certainly don’t want to be seen as someone who only seeks attention.

Long story short, I don’t think I will bring V back. It just wouldn’t be the same without the fun group of amazing artists I was doing RPs with.

I just need to stay in my corner and be happy with what I have, not what I don’t have. If I can make someone feel joy from the art and stories I do post that is all that should matter. All you squishes are amazing for sticking around for so long, I really love and appreciate every single one of you. You guys give me the motivation to want to continue trying.

So thank you all, from the bottom of my heart. 🥰💕

*big hugs*

[domino-doodles]

Apologises if you've answered these questions before, but I am genually confused as to Cherry's relationship with Curse. Also is Cherry x Curse canon? And is it alright if we ship Curse and/or Cherry with another character? (Apologises for the question dump, I just really want to know)

In the Undercast Au yea, Ctk and Cherry is canon despite their not openly affectionate to the crew (and on here cause I’m pretty useless with posting =v=;)

As for separate ships, I don’t mind crack ships obviously but I can’t speak for Curse cause he belongs to @perfectshadow06

[thecreaturecodex]

Quori, Kalaraq

“Nightmare Creature 3″ © Wizards of the Coast, by Christopher Stevens and Christine Choi. Accessed at the artist’s deviantArt here

[Commissioned by @coldbloodassassin. The kalaraq is one of three quori to appear in the 5e book Eberron: Rising From the Last War. I’m not as unimpressed by its appearance there as I am for the hashalaq, but it looks too normal, for lack of a better word. I did take the 5e version’s ability to create a deadly halo of eyes, as opposed to actually turning into a swarm of eyes, which the original did. It’s already a complicated creature; I wanted to make it a little simpler where I could.]

Quori, Kalaraq CR 20 LE Outsider (extraplanar) This creature appears as a vaguely humanoid outline of shadow, haloed with a nimbus of light. Its form warps and contorts as you view it. Surrounding the creature’s body are rings of spectral eyes, which pop in and out of reality like soap bubbles.

Kalaraq quori are the most powerful members of the Dreaming Dark, excluding sinister rumors of quori autocrats. Appropriately, they represent ambition and the desire to rule over others. The eyes that encircle their bodies are taken from their subjects and slaves. Whenever a creature does as a kalaraq desires, the monster gains another eye, although these often come and go rapidly. Eyes are permanently formed as the kalaraq eats the minds of other creatures. Its very touch wipes brains clean—those that succumb to a kalaraq’s blows find their memories and resolve draining away and adding to the creature’s formidable intellect. They enjoy using these memories as weapons, taunting their enemies by conjuring the faces or voices of loved ones or by revealing embarrassing or harmful secrets.

Kalaraqs seek to own creatures one way or another—to either enslave their bodies and minds as thralls, or to consume them and add their memories to its own. A kalaraq has a wide array of mind-influencing magic to weaken its prey and ready them for the harvest, and can empower their many eyes with magical force in order to turn them into a weapon. A kalaraq may begin combat with a few relatively weaker attacks, such as undercast psychic spells, in order to test the strength of their enemies. Those that the kalaraq is unimpressed by have their minds devoured. Those that it finds interesting may become permanent slaves. A kalaraq is rarely found without at least one of its thralls, and often chooses creatures to master that compensate for its weaknesses. Like many quori, a kalaraq finds little dishonor in a necessary retreat, but will endeavor all the more violently to destroy anything that gets the upper hand against it.

Each kalaraq commands a territory of the Dimension of Dreams, and lesser quori serve it as mortal vassals serve dukes and earls. Kalaraqs meet together in council, but each is suspicious and paranoid of the others, and as such rarely leave their territories unless under the direst of straits. They may use some of their mind seeded thralls as intermediaries or representatives, especially on other planes or as spies in the territories of other kalaraqs. A kalaraq sends its eyes around it in all directions, and so keeps tabs on all of its subjects constantly.

Kalaraq   CR 20 XP 307,200 LE Medium outsider (evil, extraplanar, incorporeal, lawful, quori) Init +16; Senses all-around vision, darkvision 60 ft., Perception +28, see in darkness, true seeing Defense AC 34, touch 30, flat-footed 34 (+11 Dex, +1 dodge, +9 deflection, +4 armor) hp 310 (20d10+200); regeneration 5 (good and silver) Fort +16, Ref +23, Will +20 DR 15/good and silver; Immune charm, fear and sleep effects, incorporeal; Resist acid 10, cold 10, electricity 10; SR 31 Defensive Abilities uncanny dodge Offense Speed fly 60 ft. (perfect) Melee 2 touches +31 (5d6+10 force plus mind drain) Psychic Magic CL 20th, concentration +29 35 PE—ego whip V (7 PE, DC 26), greater synaptic pulse (5 PE, DC 24), insanity (7 PE, DC 26), mind thrust VI (6 PE, DC 25), mindlink (1 PE, DC 19), primal regression (6 PE, DC 25), psychic crush III (7 PE, DC 26) Special Attacks invade dreams, mind seed, possession, swarm of eyes Spell-like Abilities CL 20th, concentration +29 Constant—mage armor, true seeing At will—charm monster (DC 23), confusion (DC 23), greater dispel magic, greater teleport (self plus 50 lbs. objects only), persistent image (DC 24), telekinesis (DC 24) 3/day— empowered chain lightning (DC 25), dream, quickened improved invisibility, nightmare (DC 24), veil (DC 25, self only) 1/day—gate, greater restoration, mind blank (self only) Statistics Str -, Dex 32, Con 30, Int 25, Wis 27, Cha 28 Base Atk +20; CMB -; CMD 51 Feats Combat Expertise, Dodge, Empower SLA (chain lightning), Flyby Attack, Improved Initiative, Mobility, Quicken Spell-like Ability (improved invisibility), Spring Attack, Weapon Finesse, Whirlwind Attack Skills Bluff +29, Diplomacy +29, Disguise +29, Fly +36. Intimidate +29, Knowledge (arcana, dungeoneering, nobility, planes, religion) +28, Perception +28, Sense Motive +28, Spellcraft +27, Stealth +31 Languages Common, Infernal, Quori, telepathy 100 ft. SQ endless expertise, eye spies, improved ghost touch, no breath, sound mimicry (voices) Ecology Environment any land or underground (Dimension of Dreams) Organization solitary or court (1 plus 1-9 dominated thralls) Treasure standard Special Abilities Endless Expertise (Ex) A kalaraq treats all Knowledge skills as class skills, and can make Knowledge checks untrained without penalty. Eye Spies (Su) A kalaraq can send out 20 eyes, as per a greater prying eyes spell, once per day. These eyes are permanent until they are destroyed or return to the kalaraq. Improved Ghost Touch (Su) A kalaraq can manipulate solid objects of up to 50 pounds of weight as if they had the ghost touch special quality. Invade Dreams (Su) A creature that fails its save against a kalaraq’s nightmare spell-like ability must succeed a DC 29 Will save or take 1d6 points of Intelligence, Wisdom and Charisma damage. The save DC is Charisma based. Mind Drain (Su) A creature touched by a kalaraq quori must succeed a DC 29 Will save or take 2d4 points of Wisdom drain. A kalaraq heals 5 hit points every time it deals Wisdom drain, and can instantaneously sift through its victim’s memories, as per a mind probe (CL 20th) spell, with no additional Will save. A creature reduced to 0 Wisdom is slain and absorbed into the quori. It gains the effects of a heal spell (CL 20th), and the creature cannot be brought back to life by any means unless the quori is slain. This is a mind-influencing effect, and the save DC is Charisma based. Mind Seed (Su) As a standard action three times per day, a kalaraq can attempt to completely take over another creature’s mind with a touch. If the creature fails a DC 29 Will save, it is under the effects of a dominate monster with a permanent duration. The creature does not gain additional saves against out-of-character actions, and can make a saving throw against the same DC to resist a self-destructive action. If it succeeds this save, the effect is not broken, but it refuses to carry out that order. This control is subtle—to detect it with a Sense Motive check, a creature must oppose the kalaraq’s Bluff. A kalaraq may communicate telepathically with any of its mind seeded creatures over any distance, and even across planar boundaries. A kalaraq may have a number of creatures under its control equal to its Charisma modifier. If it implants its mind seed in another creature beyond this limit, it must choose one creature to release from its control. That creature has no memory of any actions taken while under this effect. This is a mind-influencing compulsion effect, and the save DC is Charisma based. Swarm of Eyes (Su) Once every 1d4 rounds, a kalaraq quori can cause the eyes of its body to swirl violently in a 30 foot radius around it. All creatures in this radius take 15d6 points of force damage and are blinded for 1 minute. A successful DC 30 Fortitude save halves the damage and negates the blinded condition. The save DC is Constitution based.

[dreamintkat]

Warrior Cats AU! (pt 1)

heya! so i was thinking… how will UnderCast look like as a clan, which is from Warriors, by Erin Hunter! (go read the books! they’re AMAZING)

so here is OCEANCLAN!

Violetblaze- V Cherryeyes- Cherry Timewatcher- Ctk Spiritclaw-Curse Bluefang-Blu

so…to understand this, please go read Erin Hunter’s books, i do not want to spoil things!

V - @vzearia Ctk/Curse- @perfectshadow06 , @lonely-void-flower / @ask-ctk Cherry- @domino-doodles Blu- @blutheboo

[delunastar]

Deeper Dive (Undercast)

All I did, was close my eyes…I closed my eyes, trying to drift into a peaceful sleep for once. I don’t know why I try, the same demon in my head, pesters me…and the same memories, haunt my mind. I’ve become, almost afraid to sleep.

It all repeats. I close my eyes…and then, I open, looking at the same scenarios, that haunt my dreams.

All those memories…play in my mind, nearly every night. The raid, my parents, the murders, the torture, the screams…the maniacal laughter, that was mine, but at the same time, it wasn’t.

I would watch myself, doing, all the horrible things, she made me do….I watched myself, smile as I did it…and laugh…laugh as the screams, got louder, and more agonizing.

Then, I would wake up…

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Blu sat up, quickly from her bed, reaching in a sharp, but soft gasp as she did so. She looked around the room as she panted to catch her breath, realizing that it was all a nightmare. Only it wasn’t. It happened, it was real, and stuck with her for the rest of her life. She looked at V, on the other side of the room, sound asleep.

Blu looked at her lap and ran a hand through her hair, before wiping the sweat off her forehead, and the small tears, caught in her eyes. She held up her charm, at almost eye level to look at it. She stared at it longingly, before closing her eyes and gripping the charm.

She let go of it shortly after, pulled the blanket off her lap and quietly got out of bed, not bothering to put her boots on. She crept out of the room, careful not to wake V, and made her way out the door, closing it behind her quietly.

‘If only you weren’t so stubborn.’ The oh-so-familiar voice in Blu’s head spoke, ‘if only you didn’t care.’

’Shut up.’ Blu spoke in her head to Dark as she made her way to the deck.

‘If you weren’t so stubborn, and if you didn’t care, You wouldn’t have those nightmares. And you’ll realize the real enemy here~’

’Shut up!’ Blu shouted in her thoughts, ’your the enemy! You, hurt all those people! And I was the one getting tortured for things YOU did!! Don’t act so high and mighty you heartless monster. Your the reason I’m not trusted, and your the reason, why those people are dead! YOUR, the reason why SHE’S dead!! It’s all your fault!’

'You are being hysterical. Sooner or later, I will, take over again, and you’ll realize the real enemy. You won’t want to hold back anymore. You’ll finally decide to do things, MY, way’

Dark chuckled evilly in Blu’s head, and Blu only scowled,

'I’ll, never let you out. I won’t let innocent lives die by your hands again.’

Dark had then gone silent, as Blu finally reached the deck. The moon light peaked through the clouds and shined dim light on the deck, the cold, midnight breeze making Blu get slight chills. She walked to one side of the ship, and leaned on the forward on the railing, resting her elbows on it as she looked at the ocean.

She watched the calm waves, gently hit the side of the ship, and sighed, biting her lip. She hesitated, but, she looked at her hands, slowly bringing them up to eye level.

Her eyes flashed, and for a moment, she saw her hands, both covered in blood, and a knife in her right hand. She closed her eyes shut, and clenched her hands into fists as she brought them to her chest, trying to shake the thought out of her mind. She covered her face with her hands then looked down, bringing her hands close to her chest. Both her eyes, closed.

Then out of nowhere, a voice came out from behind her.

“Hey, I, Sea, your up pretty late. Heh.”

Blu gasped as she jumped, surprised by the voice, “oh god-” She turned around and saw who it was, relaxing a bit, “oh…hey..”

“Heheh,” CTK chuckled, “you alright?”

“Uh, yeah…sorry, not used to having others be up this late too. Usually its just me at this time…” Blu said, turning towards the ocean again.

“Heh, you must be a real, Night owl, then,” CTK joked as he went to join her on the side of the ship, watching the ocean as well.

Blu laughed a bit at the pun, “well…guess I’m not as, Bone tired, as you mate..” She lied.

CTK chuckled at her pun as he looked at her. Then he looked at her a little more, she seemed, pale, almost scared of something, “hey…you sure alright? You look, kinda pale..”

“Hm?” Blu looked at him, a bit surprised by his concern, but she looked down, and out at the ocean again, “Oh…yeah um…just, had a lot on my mind…kinda shook me up is all..”

CTK nodded. He understood perfectly, course, he’s had lots on his mind before. And still does, almost all the time, “you…wanna talk about it?”

Blu was silent for a moment, then she shook her head, “…no……” she then looked at him after a bit, “what are you doing up?”

CTK looked at her then at his left hand, “the curse’s spread, kinda kept me up. Thought I’d, chill out here for a bit till I get tired.”

“I see..” Blu replied with a nod, “must be a real pain..”

CTK only nodded, confirming her statement.

There was a silence as they both watched the ocean, it wasn’t awkward, it was a more peaceful silence.

“Do you ever, look out at the ocean and just think about how, interesting and beautiful it is?” Blu asked CTK, breaking the silence.

“Hm?” CTK looked at Blu, but he didn’t respond, so she just continued.

“It’s so, calming and full of life. It’s the connection that, brings this world together. And it’s, one of the world’s biggest mysteries. Like, the curiosity you get when you look at the ocean, you can’t help but wonder what mysteries it does hold. It’s an interesting thought, but, also a scary one….” Blu said, thinking out loud.

CTK’s face lit up a bit at her, he had never heard something, so deep about something he was afraid of. It made him think, and he agreed, it was an interesting thought, but it was also scary,

“Yeah I get what you mean about that last part…”

Blu nodded, and went silent before speaking again, “and then…when you think about it…the ocean is almost, like a person..”

CTK looked at Blu confused, “what do you mean?”

Blu was quiet for a moment before she took a deep breath and spoke, “when you look at the ocean….what do you see?”

CTK hesitantly looked out at the ocean. He saw the calm waves, of the ocean’s surface, glisten from the reflect moon light. He couldn’t help but feel astounded. Usually, he was too scared to look at or even come close to the ocean. But as he looked at it, with not fear, but curiosity and astoundment, that fear in him, slightly faltered.

“All I see is, the waves…and surface of it,” CTK answered.

“Exactly,” Blu began, “when you look at the ocean, all you see what’s on the surface. You can’t see anything under it, and you don’t know what’s beneath the surface. Like when you look at a someone. All you can see is what’s on the outside, and usually people judge it just from one’s surface….you won’t know what’s really beneath the surface of the ocean, unless you dive in and see for yourself. You won’t know what’s in the inside of someone unless you dive in deep and see for yourself,”

“……wow..” was all CTK could get out. He was lost of words and his mind, felt like it just exploded, and opened up more. Never had he heard something so deep, so poetic. But it made him think. Think about things that have been on his mind for as long as he could remember.

“But….what if…you don’t want anyone to know…?” He asked quietly, as he thought out loud, gripping his left hand, “what if you don’t want anyone to know the truth about you….?”

Blu looked at him, a bit surprised. She never expected him to ask her that, and it made her a bit uneasy. Had he figured her out already? Had he known what she’s done? Had he known her truth? Or….was he suffering through something, similar to what she’s suffering through.

She took a bit to answer his question, but she eventually got up the courage to do so, “then…maybe they don’t need to know…maybe it’s best if no one ever knows the truth. But, even so, it’s best, to let others in, when you need it. They don’t need to know everything…but, just enough, so they can help you. Let them know you more….” she looked at him, into his eye socket, “let, me, know you more…”

CTK looked back at her, right in the eye, silently, and unsurely, “huh?….but, were barely know each other…I barely know you..”

Blu looked out at the ocean again, away from his gaze as she spoke, “..that’s a good thing…”

He was confused by her statement but decided not to question as he looked out at the ocean as well. He sighed, “this got real deep, really fast…”

Blu smiled slightly, “everything seems fast to me…”

“Are you usually like this when you talk?” CTK asked her.

Blu shook her head, “no…not often..”

“Where did you learn stuff like, what you just said?”

Blu looked at her hands at the thought of her, “from someone who, looked at things differently than others…”

“They’ve must’ve really been something…” CTK commented.

“Yeah..” Blu agreed, “She was…”

“And I have to admit….it’s kinda nice, when you talk about things like that..” CTK complimented as he looked her, a small smile on his face, “really.”

Blu laughed a little, with a bit of blush on her cheeks and smiled a little.

“Thanks mate…”

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Omg, I posted this before I was done. And I had to delete it and I was so mad because I forgot what I wrote. Thank you to @vzearia for helping me remember what I wrote. ^v^

I would’ve been super pissed otherwise.

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Also, I thought I would write a story that would show some first interactions with Blu and CTK in undercast ^^

Hope you all like it!

Blu/Dark: me ^^

CTK: @perfectshadow06

V: @vzearia

[clacy2812]

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Cherry @domino-doodles Blu @ocean-effect Origin @lonely-void-flower V @aria-otter

[vibeless15]

What if undercast v and hell met?? OwO

That would be like saying Assassin Hell met the Real V, it would be alot more odd and the Love connection wouldn’t be there. But to answer your Connection it would play out with Hell trying to reach V, but everyone on Board the ship would just continue to stop him. Because Unlike the V that Hell is with now this one doesn’t hardly know much even think of Love i presume. But the one thing that wouldn’t change is Hell’s determination to be with Her.

but if you really want something to rily up your imagination then try shipping Assassin/Evil Member Hell with the  yet Beautiful UnderCast Pirate V.

[ask-ctk]

Isn't (normal)V not part of UnderCast?? Didn't Aria said UC!V isn't dating. I'm confuzzled.

*I know Both versions of Vs! OUR V isn’t dating anyone at all. But that doesn’t mean I can’t go to Classic!V to check on her.

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Did a collab with @vzearia, she did an AWESOME job on the line art for this 😄😄 If you didn't already, go check her out, she's so amazing and talented 😋

[clacy2812]

“Cherry” is being playful uwu

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Cherry @domino-doodles

V @vzearia

Origin @lonely-void-flower

[delunastar]

Behold, everyone, the antagonist of Casterin -v-

Someone the Undercast deeply dislike -v-

???/”Fedora Guy”

For Casterin

AU © @blutheboo

[delunastar]

Undercast: Seven Deadly Sins edition!

I did my best okay? -~-

Anrez (Pride) belongs to @nixensibrat

Blu (Greed) belongs to me ^^

CTK (Sloth) belongs to @perfectshadow06 @ask-ctk

Cherry (Lust) belongs to @domino-doodles

V (Wrath) belongs to @aria-otter

Cadee (Gluttony) belongs to @clacy2812

Origin (Envy) belongs to @lonely-void-flower

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WIP!!! Back at the drawing pad again!! ^^