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a block-tales au roleplay blog

(i am not affiliated with spaceman moonbase or any of the creators of block tales!)

What happens when Hatred itself, a being known to be undeserving of forgiveness, suddenly is the one having to save Builderman and obtain the swords from the start after being killed?

rules + more info under cut

KEEP IN MIND, The person who runs this blog is a minor- I may be turning 18 in a few months, but keep it SFW! I don't want any of that stuff here.

I am neutral on shipping my version of Hatred. Just keep in mind that they are very flawed and may be unsuitable for things like that, and won't be an ideal person for a long time.

no magic anons, interactions from anyone are okay, but follow your own DNI if you are a DNI minors blog!

And that's about it for the rules I have here!

info :::

ASKS OPEN

hatred's reference

🩸hatred (they/any), is a demon that haunted the souls of many, but latched onto the player (any) long ago. yet when confronted after manipulating and trying to kill the player, got slain. yet something odd happened..

the player seemed to take hatred's place, having been frustrated and upset over the fight and seeing it as something to cleanse from the world. when hatred was killed, they were sent to the past, in the player's body.

now they have to do what the player did and (somehow) try to succeed.

#BEHATEDCREATION :: art

#theworstprotagonist :: hatred's tag

#who are you again? :: interactions

#GIVE IN :: player's tag

#thenyanbehindtheslaughter :: mod tag

#voicesforthevoice :: asks

[the-future-haunts-you]

Gazing around in confusion, Hatred's ability to see was a bit.. Odd, as they weren't even used to having eyes.

Yet they nearly jumped in their skin-- What the hell was happening? Was that the guy they impersonated to break down the player..? Well, before they became the player..

" Erm.. Well, I'm pretty sure you aren't real.. " Sounded more like a reassurance to themselves over anything.

- @wrongroutedown

* The Spawnpoint around their neck turns at each tick of a second, their wings raised and open. His eyes almost seeming to pierce through the "Player's" being.

* "you're not supposed to be here."

* A simple statement, and yet with how he said it, it might as well been a threat. A brief color flashes through his eyes, barely there.

* "why are you here?"

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hello other... Hatred

wanna have these little guys?

I found them wandering around Wrath the last time I visited my Hatred

-Epicaricacy

" What the hell are those little things. Why would I accept them? "

Hatred looks away with a grimace, yet slowly tries to sneakily creep their hand to pat the little fellows.. Okay, this was odd; having new emotions and all was so.. Weird. Why did he feel a want to protect them?

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I fear your end might be due if you were to fight to fight that pinguin...

I'm half tempted to suggest you fight it, little scourge.

- Fancy font anon

" Oh, hush up. I could probably win- "

cut to five minutes later.

The demonic player runs out the hotel at full speed, nearly tripping and falling on their face in the process, visibly scuffed up with wide eyes. Seems like it learned a lesson.

" What the hell is wrong with the wildlife around here?! "

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VALENTINES CARDS

Some spoilers below the cut for future things :3

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AND SO, IT ALL STARTED.

! art + long post

within the crevices of the mind, lurked a being of rage. it was known as hatred.

it sought out the player, a being so bright and determined, to squish all of the hope that they had.

yet the player would fight, sword in hand, and not let this thing drag them down.

as pure as shadow and as soft as steel, this creature would be purged.

yet as it withers away to leave the hero victorious, the world would glitch and change.

it heard things that they hadn't heard before, this was strange and new to them.

wake up, new hero. you're the last chance we have

without you, we will all fall

so wake up, hero.

do not fail us all.

" GAH!-- "

bright lights were more than blinding to a sensitive creature's eyes- they had never even seen light before.

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(OMG I LOVE THIS AU IT'S SO GOOFY AND TY FOR THE REBLOG)

[Red and Blue burst in through the front door. They're holding a bag. They seem slightly tired. Blue slightly collapses, gasping for breath. 'Slightly' might be an understatement.]

[Red looks around, seeming like he was trying to find someone.]

"They aren't here... But... We can wait for Player to return! Where are they anyways..."

[Red walks up to someone random, confidently. He clearly doesn't know who he's talking to.]

"OI, CHUMP! DO YOU KNOW WHERE PLAYER IS?"

@red-and-blue-block-tales (obviously :])

Hatred, who had relatively just gotten beaten up by a penguin of all things, chose to at least play her cards a bit more wisely this time.

Gazing down at the two demanding children, he quickly slithers his tail into hiding beneath his clothes- the horns could just be denied as some weird cosplay.

" What do you mean? I am the player.. Hah.. "

He tries to stay upright despite pain in his body; why did he pick a fight and lose? They shouldn't be losing!

They decided to lean on the white brick building behind itself to make up for the lack of strength. Maybe operating this weird flesh prison would be harder than she thought..

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We are anons. At least, I think that's what we are. Don't worry your head about it, little scourge. The dev is named Shedletsky, I believe. Maybe that rings a bell? Everything will reveal itself in due time! You should ask reception if you really need your questions answered. (I'm surprised Terry hasn't come to... wake you up yet.) - fancy font anon

" Seriously, this simply feels like a waste of my time. I don't know what that wiry little thing did to me, but this is a.. Little confusing, to say the least. "

" I don't think I'd get any penguins in this random room.. "