Brick By Brick

A Forsaken Builderman roleplay and ask blog. Icon by yours truly!

[creativeinnovations]

Relax, I’ve got it. Ain’t no problem.

General information

This blog will almost certainly be canon divergent. It’s bound to happen with a game in alpha, so bear in mind any discrepancies are here to stay, and intentional!

This ask blog is run by a fictive! Ic actions =/= how he acts in-system.

More will be tossed in if needed.

Never hesitate to reach out! Ping, ask box, you name it. No biting here!

… you know what, magic!anons and similar welcomed, though they may be turned down.

General rules

Nothing nsfw! Flirting is fine, but keep things more friendly-leaning.

Don’t vent in the inbox. It will be deleted without hesitation.

I write my muse! Not you! Do not describe my actions for me!

Please feel free to tag us in things! Starters, art, you name it.

This blog is very loudly OC and crossover friendly. Please feel free to bash into DMs and asks with your characters and ideas. We delight in such things! Come be creative! That’s what this is here for!

Don’t hesitate to ask for a Roblox username! Happy to make new friends :)

Divider by me, for this blog specifically! Ain't free for use.

Bonus info + handy things under the cut

Tagging system

Mutterin’ | IC commentary - used for dash commentary most often. May also just be comments and such made impromptu for something to do, think of them like a soft starter call!

Outta th’box | Anon - generic anon tag for asks, applied to all non-specified anonymous questions. Specific anons will get their tag added, but keep the same structure otherwise!

Funny business | OOC - anything shared out of character gets this one.

Howdy hey | First Interactions - What it says on the tin! First interactions with people.

Doors’re open | Open Starters - Another one on the tin! If someone else has grabbed it, don’t be afraid to grab it too! The more th’merrier!

Here again | reblog - Reblogs of posts from the blog- will be given to loose reblog chains!

I know this one! | Friend Promo - Blog promo reblogs of friends.

Hard hitters | Big Questions - More of an internal note sort of tag. Applied to any ask or similar that prompts something massively important to him to be talked about at length

Silent weight | Lore scraps - Posts with this tag contain tidbits about Builderman, his life, and things on how the world itself may function. They'll be roleplays, rambles, anon questions, you name it. It may not always be clear what exactly is being tagged, and this is intentional!

Falsa Virtus | ?? - ….?

More soon, still need to settle!

All survivors will have custom tags! Yes! Even noncanon ones. Find them all here!

Survivor tags

An Odd Light | Wander

Fast'n Reliable | Elliot

Full of wit and rhymes | Dusekkar

Drakobloxxed kiddo | Sawyer

Forever phosaken by it all | Phos

If it's always been like that it ain't broken | Spawn

Killer tags

Non survivor tags

Stumb-lyn in | lynposting

a whole spectrum | spectral-studios

Fun notes & Reference Image

Builderman is 4’9. 4’10 in his boots.

Hell of a thick accent. Painful amount of contractions. This man is a walking nightmare of the English language.

He/him , aroace

Very aware of a lot of things people shouldn’t be aware of. Pointedly ignores this fact.

Always looks exhausted, like some sort of permanently exhausted pigeon.

Tries to hide how tired he is around new survivors. Often fails spectacularly.

Friends!

@c-mach - A friendly face. Mentioned in passing often.

@rushed-hours - Elliot! Good friend’n someone I’m mighty happy t’see around

Items received

(Didn’t think I’d need this but I’ll be keepin this list mostly for m’self)

ᵁⁿᵈᵉᶠᶦⁿᵉᵈ ᶠˡᵒʷᵉʳ,

Claimed anons

🍁, P.O.P,

[thunderousmemes]

❁✦❁✦❁✦❁ ---- 𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬

𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞 : what memory burns the brightest in your muse’s mind, the one they revisit even when it hurts? 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 : what secret emotion does your muse hide beneath their surface, flowing quietly but powerfully? 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐡 : what grounding memory keeps your muse steady when the world feels unstable? 𝐚𝐢𝐫 : what fleeting thought or fleeting secret drifts through your muse’s mind, always just out of reach? 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 : what sudden revelation has shocked your muse into seeing themselves differently? 𝐬𝐦𝐨𝐤𝐞 : what shadowed memory lingers like a haze, blurring lines between truth and imagination? 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐞 : what secret strength does your muse keep hidden from everyone, even themselves at times? 𝐢𝐜𝐞 : what cold memory does your muse return to when they need to distance themselves from pain? 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬 : what forgotten dream or secret hope still guides your muse silently in the dark? 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧 : what hidden side of your muse only comes out at night, when no one else can see? 𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 : what loud, undeniable truth does your muse struggle to admit aloud? 𝐬𝐨𝐢𝐥 : what buried memory has shaped your muse without their conscious awareness? 𝐟𝐨𝐠 : what uncertainty or confusion does your muse carry, never fully able to untangle? 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 : what loss or emptiness echoes quietly inside your muse, even when they smile? 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐝 : what moments slip through your muse’s fingers, leaving them yearning or regretful? 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 : what secret haven exists in your muse’s mind, a place only they know? 𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨 : what suppressed anger or passion simmers just beneath your muse’s calm exterior? 𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫 : what memory flows through your muse’s life like a winding path, shaping who they are? 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 : what hidden fears come alive in your muse’s quietest, loneliest hours? 𝐬𝐮𝐧 : what warm, cherished memory illuminates your muse’s spirit and gives them hope?

[creativeinnovations]

So do you plan to tell her? Ever? That you all seem to know?

He pauses, frowning softly.

“And do what, exactly? Ruin any chance of bein’ seen as anythin’ but horrible?”

As if he hasn’t already done that.

He sighs, and sinks a little further into the beanbag.

“They’re gonna find out, if they don’t already know. If they ask, I’ll speak up. If not, well. I think it’d be preferred t’not inform everyone’n their ma’s that it exists.”

[creativeinnovations]

The rumor mill is turning, and it's far out of your hands now.

He stiffens, then just... Pulls his knees deeper into the beanbag, entirely off the floor. He shifts, and rolls onto his side, voice a sort of deadly quiet and calm.

"Then let the mill turn. Don't come crying to me when you learn something hideous."

[creativeinnovations]

It's not over. It's not over. Builderman, it isn't over. It can't be over.

“It oughta be.”

He mutters, pulling his hood shut again.

“Y’all’re pokin’ at stuff y’ought’t not be. Nothin’ll come of this you’ll be happy ‘bout.”

[creativeinnovations]

hey! Shedletsky’s back! You should say hi :)

Builderman perks up. Amid the… Onslaught of whatever the fuck that all was, there’s normalcy! He shifts some, the shadow over his face vanishing as he tugs at his hood to open it a little..

“Is he? That’s! Great t’hear. Glad t’know he’s doin’ alright. I’ll probably poke at th’man later, though.”

He chuckles quietly, sinking a little heavier into the beanbag. Not very often he let himself just… Stop.

“… I got comfy’n I might jus’ let myself sleep some, if I don’ get dragged into somethin’.”

[creativeinnovations]

It certainly is dangerous, but as are the people around you. As are you, should you choose to be. Isn't it more dangerous to leave this uncertain? To let people this might effect, might apply to, know that this is out there? To prepare them for that? Perhaps you are taking more emotional space for yourself.

Builderman doesn’t answer. Doesn’t even hint at an answer. For a long moment, he remains entirely still. Then he reaches up, and grabs the brim of his hard hat, and it vanishes, leaving his hood to drop a little. He tugs at his hoodie’s strings, and closes his hood with a quiet huff. It takes… Perhaps an uncomfortably long few seconds for him to give any sort of response.

“Everyone deserves a lil space. A breather, on occasion. Takin’ emotional space ain’t a bad thing.”

And it’s not like there’s anythin’ to prepare em for. We’re already in hell.

[creativeinnovations]

Isn't the truth better Builder? After all. They should know about what's happening around them, what's happening to you. The truth hurts, but it protects them. Doesn't it? - :) anon

Not this truth. Not this time. The less people know th'better. This can of worms shouldn' see th'light of day. It's dangerous.

He shifts, and pulls his hood up over his hard hat. If it weren't for the unnatural darkness of the shadow over his face as it was, it would have certainly hidden more of it.

[creativeinnovations]

How often do your attempts to keep others safe wind up hurting them more severely down the road? It looks like another is about to go up on that tally

He frowns, with most of his face hidden, it's almost intimidating to see. The shadow over his face seems to darken somehow.

"Y'all ain't gettin another rise outta me. This ain't somethin' you should be pokin at."

Go away with this train of thought, would ya? You're helpin no one with it. It'd be best if it was kept t'silence. For their sakes.

[creativeinnovations]

Are you... Speaking to us through the narration

He smirks, then nods, sinking a little heavier into the beanbag chair.

I may play down... Everythin', but really, did you expect a guy like me t'be exactly what y'see on the surface?

He tips his hardhat back a little, raising a brow.

"Means people can't listen in."

[creativeinnovations]

Knowingly lying to people.... Thought that was below you.

His hand twitches, and he reaches up to fix his hard hat, pulling it a little lower over his face, frowning some.

"If it keeps people safe."

[creativeinnovations]

Sounds like a challenge! Hypothetically of course, what if there were people who claim to know Urbanshade is real? And of course only theoretically, what if someone happened to be feeding them everything you were saying

He keeps walking, slipping back into the cabin in silence. He wanders off up the stairs, and snags an empty beanbag from near the small TV. From there, he walks off to the opposite side of the room, and sinks into it, pulling his hard hat low over his face, rather clearly pretending to be asleep.

I'd tell you t'mind your own business. Urbanshade's somethin' you don' want t'mess with. Real, fake, a ghost story, don' matter. Go bark up th'wrong tree an' see what happens, bud.

[creativeinnovations]

You know more than you let on and you're rather terrible at hiding it.

He looks directly at you. There’s a few long moments of silence. Then he pushes off the tree and walks away, back towards the cabin, hands in his pockets. His shoulder practically slams into your arm despite no proper force being put behind the action as he walks away, betraying a lot more strength behind him than he lets on.

Then prove me wrong, bud.

[creativeinnovations]

What do you know about the Banlands?

That makes him pause. He genuinely seems to consider it a moment.

“There’s a few takes on it- some world-specific. Folk that mess up big time tend t’end up there. Intricacies… That’s more Doom’s grounds than mine.”

[creativeinnovations]

So if Urbanshade isn't real, what of people who have seen it? Claim to have been to their facilitates? Claim to have been exploited, harmed, or imprisoned by it?

He looks around, then tilts his head.

“Not a thing I’ve heard tell of.”

But… Something feels off. He wanders out of the cabin, hands casually tucked into his pockets as he wanders a small ways back into the forest. Hm…

“Not genuinely, at least. Robloxians come in all sorts of shapes’n sizes. Colours’re odd, bodies weird… One’s home shapes who they are’n they can shape themselves more. Not everyone picks how they look, but a lotta folks can change it up. Certainly not unheard of. People push sob stories’n ghost stories all over th’place if they think they can sell it. Brings in Robux in some cases, even.”

He stops, and leans against a tree, partially unzipping his hoodie to cool down some.

“Fictitious, all of it. Urbanshade ain’t real, I’d know if it was.”

[creativeinnovations]

If Urbanshade isn't real, how do you know it's exploiting things?

He raises a brow, tipping his hard hat back slightly to look at you.

“It’s a fictitious thing, documented in quieter spots, with a supposed motto. It’s in th’taglines of it, pal.”

He fixes his hat, then brushes a few stray hairs out of his face.

“Urbanshade’s an urban myth- a good’n proper one, unlike 1x4.”

Or… John, now. He shudders, but doesn’t say more, simply shrugging.

[creativeinnovations]

Ever hear of a place called Urbanshade before?

That makes him freeze. He fixes his hoodie, his hard hat, then his gloves, clearly trying to avoid speaking for a few moments altogether. When he speaks, it’s after a very slow, deep breath, before hitting a tone one could almost call… Customer service adjacent.

“Mythos. Genuine mythos. Rumours’n ghost tales, good’n proper. Y’really think a place like that could really work? It’n… Oh what is it, th’Foundation are pipe dreams- things from th’community we got goin’ on that ain’t real, they’re jus’ fun t’imagine’n mess about with.”

He waves his hands about rather dismissively, an underlying, almost unnatural calm in him as he waves it off unnervingly casually, almost as if his words are heavily practised.

“Place like that’s somethin’ we’d personally see t’pullin’ down, if it was real. Ain’t none too fond of th’idea of exploitin’ folks’n things like that… Just ain’t somethin’ we’d stand for.”