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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?
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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!
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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.
Ur au is Coolio seems like a very interesting concept and would definitely read up on it more if I could meheheh ur cool vro
ask away and i will infodump bc im trying to not think abt my other fandoms burning down :saluting_face:. im trying to get motivation to do rp responses aswell
His eye twitches as she tries to stifle a growl. "..Go ahead, keep taunting me." Their hands find their way into their bag as he grips the handle of a crowbar.
(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..
Hatred pauses, in absolute shock as they stared at the mass amount of cookies. How did they even make this many..?
" ...How do you even pull this off? " He had no clue as to what they were grateful for; what did it do- or, well, the player?
They tried to take a deep breath.. How did that player act? They were never one for proper acting but he figured it'd be far easier with genuine emotions now, even if they were.. Intimidating.
" I mean, thank ya', kids, but you really don't have to- I can't eat them all by myself, after all. "
"Oh it's nothing... It's definitely not like boss made around three-fourths of this stack... You're gonna eat them, right? RIGHT? We spent so long on them!"
"Wait a minute... Are those... CAT EARS??? I love cats!"
[Blue attempts to boop Hatred Player's horns but she was too short.]
Hatred tries to move away quickly, standing up stiffly with wide eyes- then she realized their tail was slipping out, so he had to quickly scramble to hide these said traits before staring at the two.
"Hahaha.. Yep! Your boss, who I totally know. Who's totally cool." He grins. Yeah, he was so good at pretending nowadays. Why was it so hard..?
Hatred lets out a small huff, then begrudgingly tries to hug back, struggling to do so; what even was a hug? Awkward, arms barely able to wrap around properly as they had no clue how to even position themselves.
" ..I guess it's nice to have a familiar face- No, what am I saying? You're a pest. " He grumbles.
(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..
Hatred pauses, in absolute shock as they stared at the mass amount of cookies. How did they even make this many..?
" ...How do you even pull this off? " He had no clue as to what they were grateful for; what did it do- or, well, the player?
They tried to take a deep breath.. How did that player act? They were never one for proper acting but he figured it'd be far easier with genuine emotions now, even if they were.. Intimidating.
" I mean, thank ya', kids, but you really don't have to- I can't eat them all by myself, after all. "
(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..
Hatred lets out a small huff, then begrudgingly tries to hug back, struggling to do so; what even was a hug? Awkward, arms barely able to wrap around properly as they had no clue how to even position themselves.
" ..I guess it's nice to have a familiar face- No, what am I saying? You're a pest. " He grumbles.
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?! "
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?
Hey!! I'm still active here. I may do some simple text replies for now as I'm being bodied by life. I love drawing my little guy though and may open another askblog for a different fandom. Hm