hi. pokes my head in. might i pretty please request either griefer or (hatred) builderman x the player. in whatever way youd like to draw them / any additional details. i just like griefer and builderman :] ( @meskit )
i love big buff men. My player interpretation/insert is selective mute btw. projecting my voice dysphoria onto them.
bonus hatred (not builderman):
More Hatred and Player content WOOHOO!!!!! …+ Hornet because I like how she and Hatred have the same face shape
Got a death threat + someone actively harassing me in Strawpage (who’s now blocked) over the last ship art I drew of these two.. so I made more, because what’s wrong in a little indulgence haha. Also even though I myself don’t ship it that much, I know other people do 🥹
hnrhhfhgghhbbbf.. hatred/Builderman.. smut or fluff I'm fine with either ... Gimme that tail BOY!!!!!
disturbed 🧰 hatred x reader fluff drabble 💝
wc: 755 words
universe: canon universe
tw/cw: hatred is its own warning just kidding theres nothing bad at all
you should've known it wouldn't be that easy to beat back the festering hatred in your soul. always, always it will forever be a part of you. black tar stuck clinging to your heart. everywhere you go, look, it hangs in the back of your mind like the uvula in the back of your throat. you've come to terms with that. sufficient time has been spent with it to know attempts to extinguish it only fan the flames.
but it's especially difficult to ignore when it's in front of you.
even more so when it feels like being a total bother.
"R I S E ."
you're abruptly jolted awake from your nap when a thin paw smacks your face, hard enough to elicit an annoyed "ow" but not quite painful. just enough to get your attention, which it does. still groggy, you groan, blinking away your lingering sleep. even before your vision clears, the dark red cat-shaped blur doesn't really leave any room for suspension.
"..what. what do you want." aggravated, you tsk with every 't'.
hatred simply stretches unperturbed arching its back to the ceiling. "I H U N G E R ."
your eye twitches. "there's no way i have to feed you too."
"N O . N O T F O O D ."
for a moment, you stare at it. it stares back, barbed tail swishing like a pendulum behind it. then, with one last scowl, you snuggle deeper into your blanket in hopes that sleep takes you again sooner rather than later. bastard wants to wake you up and make you solve its riddles three like it's some damn bridge troll. it's not enough for the damn thing to take your soul—no, it just has to take your brain too.
another swat hits your back, but this time with slight claws. as much as hatred hates to be called a cat, it sure played the part exceptionally well.
"I T C H Y . . ."
it raises its paw, about to whack you again, but stops when your hand shoots out and scratches between its horns. you're by no means gentle with the motion, in fact it's rather rough, but it does the job fine anyhow. though, you cannot grasp the sheer oddity of hatred's texture. it's not fluffy nor hard nor solid nor wet nor dry. the best way to describe it, if you could tie it to something of this world, would be like dipping your hand in static.
its head tilts up, leaning into the touch. the static-like feeling intensifies, growing into a biting sensation. you wince, but press on. a greater pain will await you if you dare stop.
hoping it helps, your hand moves under its chin. thankfully, the pain reduces to a feeling more like pricking your fingers. you sigh, the tension in your body dwindling slightly. the whole thing feels surprisingly tender, mundane even. but still, lowering your guard is the last thing you want to do around it.
"you're like some weird cat."
a low droning sound emits from it in response, akin to purring but not exactly. it's more like muted and pitched down screams of the damned. not as cute.
beneath your fingers, hatred's texture begins to morph, solidify. the static feels as if it's slowly fixing itself and forming a picture. the round chin chisels itself into a more defined end, your fingers slowly growing more hesitant to continue. eyes wide, you can only watch in horror as the red swells from lanky lines to larger limbs, more proportionately humanoid. then, sprouting out of the body's silhouette, clothes: a helmet, vest, and pants. and when the transformation finishes, the chrysalis of distinct red washes off to reveal an undercoat of colors and an innocent smile.
hatred tilts its face—builderman's face, humming pleasantly as if nothing happened, "what's wrong? i thought you would prefer—"
when the red disappeared from hatred's appearance, it must have transferred to you. hot blush burning acres of your skin, you yell, "I AM NOT SCRATCHING THE CHIN OF A GROWN ASS DUDE."
you turn over dramatically, preferring to face the back of the couch rather than the creature in front of you. thankfully, hatred does not bother you again. it only darkly chuckles (it's only spurred more when it sees you flinch at that) and situates itself on the edge, the couch sinking from its weight. glancing over your form, its amusement bubbles especially at the sheer force you've clenched your eyes and blanket with.
it's been satisfied. for now.
(parade postscript: ok back to short stuff Im Sorry oh my god it really does look like i super favor medkit doesnt it SORRY i went overboard on the last one)
Remember when I mentioned in one of my previous posts that maybe I'd show my Dream World Player someday?
Sooo... here we are
Better look at the outfit+ doodles
I still plan to make more outfits inspired by different emotions. I really liked how Alice gets a different outfit in each chapter of Alice: Madness Returns, and that inspired me to do something similar for my Player :P
