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[divinehatred]

Hi! I might finally revisit this blog now that Demo 4 is out!

I played through all the new content that I know of! Spoilers are welcome in my inbox!

I need to actually explain what the deal is with this AU here though...

[divinehatred]

CASUAL ASK/RP BLOG FOR THE KOSMOPHAGY AU OF FORSAKEN

run by @rnainframe | main muse: "mr. doe"

character ref [placeholder - more polished art will come eventually]

while i am an adult, i would prefer for this blog to remain sfw.

magic anons are allowed!

while there's other characters in this au, doe is the main focus!

this blog is run by someone who is disabled, primarily chronically fatigued. if i don't answer or reply to you, it doesn't necessarily mean i reject what you have to say - it's probably because i don't have the energy.

this post also doubles as a place to store all the various tags this blog will use!

[divinehatred]

ooc// where can i read more of your builderman au, it’s cool :D

nowhere outside discord, unfortunately

i've been writing it in the block tales askblog server!

[divinehatred]

hi all i'm probably going to largely be an invisible presence in the background but hello

this blog now has a corunner!!! veevee say hiii

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this blog now has a corunner!!! veevee say hiii

[divinehatred]

LET ME IN.

a drabble of what happens at the end of chapter 3 in this au.

As the final dregs of your fear leak away from your mind, your body, your soul… you don’t understand why, but you still feel horrible. 

It’s been building, bit by bit, as you traveled through a labyrinth composed of your own emotions with the Builder himself as your sole companion. A festering, mangled feeling, like your heart is tearing itself into pieces and then tying those pieces into countless, impossibly tight knots. 

A hand presses to your chest, your face contorting in pain. Why? Why does it hurt so much? Are you having a heart attack? Are you dying?

A firm hand rests on your shoulder, startling you. “I’m proud of you, Hero. You did it.”

Right. It’s over.

Isn’t it?

Then why do you feel so..?

“You got rid of all of those little obstacles in our way.” 

Obstacles..? Emotions aren’t…

His grip on your shoulder turns into more of a vise, digging his nails into your flesh.

It hurts. “You got rid of everything keeping you from being perfect.” He emphasizes the final word in his statement in a tone of voice not unlike a snarl, endless malice dripping from it. 

A deep, horrible, burning sensation creeps out from where his fingers dig into your shoulder. You can’t move. You can’t stop shaking. You can’t breathe. You can’t. You.

“All that’s left to be done now… is to let me in.” 

Your mouth is dry. Your eyes won’t focus. 

He glances at your face, circling around to be in front of you without letting go.

“...you can at least do that, can’t you, Hero?” His tone is sickeningly sweet, a mockery of the helpful, kind man he had been pretending to be before. “Don’t tell me you’re still too weak even with those pesky emotions of yours out of the way. We can’t have that, now, can we?”

You shakily extend the fingers out of one of your hands, tuck in your thumb, close your fingers over it, and extend them again. The gesture catches his eye, making him laugh.

“Help? You want help?”

He leans in close, hissing in your ear.

“There’s nothing left to help you in here.” He pulls away, giving a condescending grin. “Just us. Just me.”

His hand leaves your shoulder. The pain remains. He moves to stand across from you, hands folded behind his back. 

“But I can see you’re not convinced yet. So let’s change that. Shall we?” His head tilts ever so slightly to the side. 

“In your current state… in order to wield the Ghostwalker… you’ve been made clean. Clear. Open.”

His smile widens. Were his eyes always so red?

“Weak.”

Each syllable feels like a nail being driven through your skull.

“Corruptible.”

His figure warps like a mirage. He’s larger than he was seconds ago. Looming.

“Defenseless.”

He’s more like a silhouette than a man. Pale, pulsating with pure hatred.

“Exposed.”

You can see his heart over his chest. It’s beating in sync with yours.

“Susceptible.”

It breaks in two. A wicked, devilish tail curls out from behind him.

“Vulnerable.”

You’re burning up. It hurts. It hurts. It hurts.

“You’re finally,” he laughs, “all,” he looks down on you, “MINE.”

The sheer weight of his hatred is nauseating. It feels like your eyes are being held open, like you’re being forced to see what your god has become. One has to wonder… is this your fault? Should you have ever gone on this journey?

Did he ever really need to be saved?

Was this a mistake?

let me in

Is the King okay? You saw him melt. Did you kill him?

Let me in

And… and Brad. Will he recover from that? Will he die?

Let Me in

Do they hate you?

Let Me In

Do you hate them?

LEt Me In

Do you hate yourself?

LET Me In

Do you hate?

LET ME In

Do you HATE?

LET ME IN

You can’t…

LET ME IN

You…

LET ME IN

It’s… it’s so… hard to…

LET ME IN

…think…

L E T  M E  I N

okay.

[divinehatred]

i'll do more drawn answers soon!! been busy irl

[divinehatred]

I voiced The One Monologue for fun earlier today. I didn't attempt to put on a voice or anything so you get to hear my pre-T voice in all its glory! for the love of god i need testosterone

[divinehatred]

(Interaction with @divinehatred)

[CHAPTER 1]

???: "Do you remember me?"

Yipbea: Of course I do! You're our friend, silly!

???: ... Builder: Right! Just making sure.

[WARNING: TIMELINE INTERFERENCE LEVELS HAVE INCREASED TO 0.005 FROM <0.000001]

Yipbea: Are you alright? You sound... Yipbea: Upset.

Builder: Mm? No, I'm not upset. Don't worry, hero!

Yipbea: ... Okay!

(OOC Notes! 1, don't worry about the differences with the third image that's what happens when you do doodle art at midnight while playing regretevator. 2, yes Bea has canonically interacted with Divine Hatred Builder. Don't worry about it :>)

[divinehatred]

i heard there's a discord server for people running block tales ask blogs? gimme.

[divinehatred]

Who do you think put you here in the first place?

"Not a clue. If I had to guess... someone powerful. Maybe on my level, even."

He shrugs with a smile.

[divinehatred]

Oh, by the way. Happy birthday Builder! :3

"Oh, man, it's already my birthday again? The days sure do blur together in here! Thank you."

[divinehatred]

Maybe this is a vacation! Just a…really…screwed up one. An unpaid leave from your job? An under-communicated sabbatical? Where you get to do things you want instead of…being stuck helping others?

"Stuck helping others? I love my job. Even if it's occasionally... thankless in nature."

One of his eyes twitches.

"Either way... there's someone on their way to save me, so I've heard!"

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I love your outfit Builderman! I'm guessing you had to refine it a lot before you liked it? And if so how many redesigns did you have to do?

"If I'm remembering right... this is the fourth design I came up with. It's got utility," he lightly knocks on his hard hat to emphasize, "but it's also very comfortable!"

ooc note: i went through roughly four designs, two of which were me ripping off designs i liked to get a feel for how other people go about it haha

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Haha! We don’t have to be slick when we have an eternity ahead with you.

"I don't know who you think you are, but this is my world, not yours."

For the slightest moment, his silhouette flickers. His shadow is a little bigger than it should be, and-- does it have a..?

...it's back to normal before anything can be made out.

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whats your opinion(s?) on the other emotions? also do you like cats? ^_^

"Other emotions, you say?"

He tilts his head a little bit. There's the slightest twinge of condescension in his tone of voice.

"I don't know what you're talking about. Aaand... I'm not much of a cat person, personally. Not much of a pet person in general. They're cute, though!"

[divinehatred]

(@asktehspecs, PastBuilder!Speci) ”With this treasure I summon..”

“Eight handled BTools..”

“Divine Sila Plugin..”

“F3X Building Tools..”

-Spawns in the building tools block thingy, summons an unanchored part into the middle of the area, and disappears [[normally the text would be in leetspeak but I cannot be bothered rn. It is 3am and I am too tired for that, so pretend it is :D

"That's impressive!"

Builder folds his hands together with a bright smile.

"...which is what I would have said if that little stunt there worked. You can't summon anything unless you're either like me or in possession of a card that does so. Aaaand... you're not! Ta-da!"

He lightly chuckles.