#and so theres stuff that feels almost instinctively true about her and her relationship with the cods that isnt

[larrythefloridaman]

You know :)

nccts is funny. anyway cyberbullying prism is a way of life and i am committed to it i am putting her in a shoebox with no airholes and floating it down the Alafia River to be carried to and sink to the bottom of Tampa Bay where she will be torn asunder by the sharks

#considered marking 'i like them enough to project my own issues onto them' but thats not quite accurate #the nccts have made prism's character into a frighteningly real depiction of an abusive parent that reminds me of my own experiences #and so theres stuff that feels almost instinctively true about her and her relationship with the cods that isnt #bc im seeing my family in it and probably projecting a little because of the parallels im seeing #so i guess it's more 'wow... they are LITERALLY my dad' (derogatory) #i hate her very much (she is an extremely effective antagonist) #she's metatextually interesting bc 'narrator thats a character aware that its a story and has godlike power over it' is not a New concept #but shes a very interesting take on it because shes proper introduced several seasons in #and shes grounded in the world she exists in because her actions have consequences in it on people who are just as real/fake as she is #so its easy to fully invest in the idea that this world is meaningful even if it isnt real unlike some other metafiction thats so consumed #by pretentious metatextuality that it becomes kind of hard to care if thats not the point because it undermines itself and your investment #but cpuk comes with 1) so much investment from seasons of fun and goofy storytelling beforehand #and 2) a thin 4th wall to begin with #so its neither surprising nor undermines its world that the emissary of the highest god of its reality is Literally A Narrator #that polices and alters the narrative to her whim with the goal of driving it toward a meaningful and satisfying conclusion #whether the characters would Really be ultimately happy with their predetermined trajectories as chosen by her or not #because she wont doesn't and doesn't know How to understand them deeply enough to really know what they Need #just what they want on a surface level. without really understanding why they want it. because she can't really imagine something deeper. #which leads her to an often flawed idea of what their 'happy ending' would be especially when she doesn't want to face an ending at all #and thats not even getting into how she's come to view her wards the ciblings like sacrificial lambs on the altar of meaning #someone has to keep things in line. someone has to be a tragedy. someone has to be the villain. #even if it means shaping the lives of the fellow immortals in her care for the worse so that they ultimately hurt themselves and others #girl i think you gave your youngest son a paranoid complex that if someones too Nice tm to him theyre lying and only cruelty is honest #and on top of that your daughter has literally disowned you and her godhood about how you make her feel #your only kid who trusted your opinion on Anything came to you for advice on connecting with people and you gave him an identity crisis #i cant say i dont understand why prism's like this. and i empathize with the problem. but i am still hissing and killing and biting also #*because she can't really imagine a state of content #she can imagine people having depth she just. cant imagine a state of contentment with the self and ones own life #so how's she supposed to really help other people to reach that point

[dyketubbo]

my ask didnt send i am going to murder. anyway BEEP CLASSPECTING... now im thinking abt that and aimsey. from the top of my head/only briefly thinking, beep as rage or void vibes with me? (obvs not the typical rage player you see, more like the nuance we were discussing). and aimsey as a life player?

oooo void beep would be suuper cool :oc rage too, he is very fucking stubborn and does have outbursts rather often (also rage players in canon usually have connections to magic, and then the homestuck rage players all had religious themes so, god stuff). meanwhile void fits beeps heavy "this is all irrelevant and you could never understand any of this", and his own belief that even what he does just doesnt matter. personality under a veil (not necessarily a facade), fundamental inability to understand and truly perceive it all.

id say he doesnt fit rage enough, if only because rage players are fundamentally about survival instinct, and, well. beeps already dead, and he seems to be perfectly fine with the fact that one day he just wont exist at all. hes not scared, though he is easily pissed off, but in the end he just sort of likes messing with shit and being in control. lil dickhead (affectionate)

honestly, since he almost fits rage but not quite, he.. almost acts like a prince of hope (unfortunate eridan kinnie). destroying beliefs and asserting his reality as the Absolute Truth, dragging others like aimsey into his delusions and being in a situation where aimseys putting her faith into him even though hes not a good person because she feels the need to believe in him and connect with him, because she genuinely feels like hes the only friend they have left, and because aimsey wants desperately to believe in what beep is trying to show her, desperately wants to understand. he shuts down things he believes to be false, to the point where he can make them false by simply destroying the problem.

hes a force of outward destruction, destroying what he believes to be flaws in others. theyre heavily defensive, putting everyone beneath them, believing hes the one thats doing it Right, and ultimately, he believes its his right to control things. he doesnt trust anyone, he reacts to any fear he may have with anger, lashes out, and the "TELL. NO ONE" scene almost showcases beep shattering and hurting aimsey before he steps back and give a quick "sorry!". his arc seems to be leading up to him realizing he can care about aimsey, that he can trust her to believe him and in him, and he seems to be dealing with the concept of trusting aimsey with his beliefs

hes definitely not a general hope player, but specifically prince of hope could fit. onto possible void class combos, with, first, the notable fact that we dont know what kind of person beep may have been in the past, other than that he was destructive. we know about some events in his past, and how he feels about them (kinda), but generally, this means hes very versatile and has many class possibilities, depending on how we want to interpret what we do know.

for example, he could be a maid whose now in the apeshit stage, stubborn and repressive. its entirely possible he got so tired of listening to the other spirits that he got to the unhealthy stage, exploded, and now without anything stopping him, hes doing whatever the fuck he wants, because hes decided none of it matters, that its all irrelevant and he doesnt have to care because its his fucking universe and no one can stop him from playing god. he spends his time doing menial things, because to him, its all equally unimportant, so why not waste time? he cuts down unnecessary tasks, weeds out what he finds useless, etc etc. basically, he should still be independent, but he needs to be brought back down to earth (metaphorically), because hes kind of burnt himself out and is now fucking with things because he feels none of it matters anyways

sylph of void sort of works too, mainly his meddling and tendency to shut down anything that could reveal something he doesnt want revealed, as well as shutting down others viewpoints and he covers up shit whenever he wants. his motivations are, really, mostly unknown to us, other than that he seems to think this is fun. otherwise, he also has a tendency to try and fix things he thinks needs fixing (like getting rid of fairies and space creatures), and will often try to fix mistakes he sees in mortals. however, slyphs are ultimately healers, and beep just. is not a healer, and he doesnt necessarily invite creation of void in any way, since void isnt really destruction of anything, and what he does invite is destruction of things. hes also just too active to be a slyph

so, with the previous prince assession, theres also the possibility of him being a prince of light, which would mean he would act more like a void player. hed destroy light with light, destroy the importance of information with information. they strip away the importance of things, uses plain fact to force the perception that nothings really important. he dismisses the importance of things, purposefully acts ignorant to draw away from what he knows, destroys knowledge itself from a power standpoint (wiping aimseys memory), and in extreme cases, can physically destroy anything in his way, or assert over and over that what he said/did isnt real, that nothings true or important other than what hes saying. again, little shit. if i had to make up my mind, i think prince of light fits the most

as for aimsey, i think life does fit him really well, shes definitely got the similar "girl next door" kind of vibes, while still being really interesting in her own right. she definitely starts out as a typical fictional life player, enthusiastic, energetic, genuine, wanting to effect the world. shes a normal girl (and this isnt an insult, rather, her being so normal ties the magical themes of the bear smp together really well, and its a perfect way to use a life player, make them be a catalyst for both the normal life player and eccentric others to shine). however, as she struggles with losing trust in bear and not being treated well, not having anyone that cares about them specifically, the energy starts to falter, but comes back when they feel the need to be rebellious. notably, while aspects arent super literal, she contrasts beep so much in just how alive she is, which fits her being a life player rather well. except, as i said, aspects arent literal, which means aimsey being a life player translates to her showing what life means in a metaphorical sense.

life is about agency. its about what you do, your ability to do so, its about asserting your will. not what drives you, but simply you doing at all. interesting enough, life players can be hard to pin down because life is about desire and agency, while the players class defines their ideology. life players can become obsessed with an idea that they need to do something, that they need to change how systems work, and often can cloak their want to fulfill their individual desires as altruistic want to fulfill others needs and desires (i.e., aimsey wants a friend and someone who pays attention to her and is genuine towards her, she feels like shes found that in beep, and as such starts to cloak her want to be his friend as aimsey wanting to help beep rather than aimsey themself).

as for said class.. this was, hard. because of how heavily influenced life is by the class its paired with, and because aimseys arc right now is trying to deal with feeling like shes too much and unneeded, it means that i have to really consider how that connects with which classes struggles. so, i ended up with sylph. aimsey is a creator, and she tries to heal as well. "allowing creation/healing of life or inviting creation/healing through life". from a literal standpoint, she tries to help bear heal by trying to get him to open up, to live, to make friends and interact with people. this could almost seem like a blood player move, but while a lot of aimseys arc is about bonds and relationships, shes not really a strong connecter or leader, shes just good at inspiring others to be, to her own detriment.

also notably, unhealthy sylphs crave, whether craving more of their own aspect, or craving another aspect when they feel theirs is not enough. aimsey talks a lot about how she grew up doing things by her lonesome, and now that she feels like people are moving on without her, she may be craving blood (that sounds so awful out of context). she wants attachments, wants to be the person that brings everyone together, but.. she isnt, not in a way thats appreciated. and due to her insecurities, she sees this as a flaw within himself, and as something to fix. so, she latches onto beep, and desperately tries to have as much of an effect on their life as they do on hers. like life players in general, sylphs try to solve their problems under the guise of helping someone else with theirs. currently, aimsey seems to be trying to find what she needs to do, because when she tried to do what she thought she needed to do, she (from her perspective) failed, so now shes trying to make up for her perceived failure within herself by trying to help herself through helping beep. i would think into it even more but i think its probably best to just leave it here KEKW

#angel answers #long post #im afraid to count the paragraphs on this one tbh #i dont think its That Much but it felt like it #beep bsmp #aimsey #bear smp #bsmp classpecting #hs

[unholyhelbig]

prompt: were!chloe and beca are having dinner but beca notices the worried look chloe keeps giving when looking at her scar of the dog bite. beca reassures chloe theres nothing to worry about

[A/N: A bit of a trigger warning, The scar is on Beca’s arm, and I do use certain terminology around it- so please proceed with caution] 

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There was something oddly silent about the dinner. It wasn’t awkward, it was never awkward, but it was quiet. Chloe could recall days when her mother had dragged herself from her stupor long enough to schedule a meal with her grandparents. Wealthy people that she knew had an extensive oil painting hanging above their stone clad fireplace.

She had never seen it herself. Her fathers side of the family not wanting much to do with her after the demise of their son; a man she barely knew. But from the drunken stories she had heard, she didn’t want to know. She didn’t want to hear about broken glasses and the sour breath. But she did know that she hated these people. The people Chloe deemed to abandoned her with such vigor in a household such as this one.

The young woman wouldn’t leave anyway, not with her younger sister still living in a cold clutch of reality. She went along to the fancy dinners in her best clothes with the least amount of wear and tear. If anything, she would push herself forward for a warm meal. She would sit up straight and revel in the quiet aside for a few questions about school were thrown her way. She was always polite, never speaking out of turn.

Quiet with Beca wasn’t the same unstilled atmosphere that it was with her family. It was almost comforting at this point. It had been a few weeks- a few long and tactful weeks since they shared that conversation in the coffee shop in the middle of the night. The brunette was careful with her questions, still a bit cautious. But even when she hadn’t gotten half the answers, she knew that Chloe would never lay a hand on her.

The two of them had a strained relationship, to begin with. Beca often chalking up her feelings for the ginger to nothing but pure lust. The two of them would get hot and heavy a couple of times a month when things got too stressful to handle. Chloe had never taken Beca out on a proper date- and now, she considered this something that she should do. Not that they clarified this as something that was first date material.  

It was a 70’s diner, one that had old green carpets and jukebox in the corner. The red and blue lights morphed together in an unforgivable violet against a tiled floor. There was a pie spinner set up along the bar- it only held one man, he looked like he could be out of a crime novel himself, shoving his metal edged fork into the flaky pie crust slowly. He was savoring each bite like he had never heard of the dessert before. Perhaps he hadn’t.

This wasn’t the same as her dinners as a child.

Beca shoved her fork into the last bit of mac & cheese on her plate. It emitted the gooey liquid substance the second the prongs made contact. It was artificial, not the home-made stuff- but Beca didn’t seem to mind. She had the diet of a two-year-old, Chloe thought silently to herself. It was true. That’s why the older woman had decided on a place that had chicken fingers instead of salmon.

“Chlo,” Beca said, chewing the piece of noodle slowly- engulfed in thought. “You know you can stop staring at any point. Right?”

She gestured down to her exposed arm with a midnight stare. Beca hadn’t said it with malice or ill-intent. In fact, she seemed a bit amused at how her counterpart took captivation in her scars. The dog had done its damage to her in many ways- but it was all everlasting with the thick wound that healed oddly. It discolored her skin in the mark of a canine’s bite. Not at all ugly, just damning- it sent a stone chill through Chloe’s spine.

“I wasn’t” Chloe lied, bringing a spoonful of her soup to her lips. She didn’t slurp it, instead, she shoveled it into her mouth not flinching under the sodium filled heat. She gulped it down, averting her stare from where Beca’s shirt rode up a bit.

“Mm,” She said, “Well you could be better at lying, you know that right?”

Chloe didn’t say anything. She wasn’t sure if she had a tell or not. The girl didn’t spend much time perfecting her poker skills, though, after her past adventures, lying did seem to come easy. It was a trait she didn’t regret losing. She didn’t’ have to be good at hiding the truth around Beca. Not anymore. The brunette could pick up on small quirks and there was no reason to hide something that was on her mind. Not with Beca.

“Does it hurt?” She asked instead.

“Not anymore.” Beca instinctively ran the tips of her fingers over the scar. She sighed into it, almost like the chill of her touch was soothing. Chloe knew it was Beca’s turn to lie. Maybe the actual wound didn’t hurt anymore- but Beca still flinched each time she heard the sound of a dog barking. It wasn’t voluntary, that was for sure. A flash of guilt would always move through her each time she did it, knowing that Chloe was watching carefully. Always watching carefully.

She let out a thick sigh. “Chloe, what’s bothering you?”

“Are you afraid of me?” The girl didn’t’ hesitate much longer. There was nothing to lull upon. It was a simple and straightforward question. It still made her pale and push her back further into the plush booth.

Beca swallowed the sour taste in her mouth, letting out a long breath as she placed the metal utensil right next to the near-empty plate. There were a few fries, ketchup resting in an odd pattern right by the corner. She always claimed that Chloe ate her fries the “Wrong” way by drenching them in the condiment instead of dipping it.

“Do you think I have a reason to be?” Beca shot back with another careful question.

It was Chloe’s turn to talk, her turn to face the internalized fear in the middle of the night at some hole-in-the-wall restaurant. “I would never hurt you, Beca.”

It was a simple sentence, but it left enough of an impression. It seeped with emotion and assured Beca more than anything she has ever heard. Chloe didn’t waver when it came to her words. She was confident. She was sure.

The brunette nodded carefully “When I was… When that dog attacked me, I felt like that was the end. And I thought that was the stupidest way to die. Getting mauled because I picked up an extra shift at a radio station. But then, you showed up.”

Chloe listened with care, lifting her chin.

“I-I was even more confused because I wasn’t scared, then. The second you looked into my eyes I didn’t feel one ounce of fear, and it had nothing to do with the fact that you had just saved my ass, Chloe.” Beca shifted in her seat. “It had everything to do with you being you. You make me feel safe, and not so alone, and that is enough to assure me that you would never do anything to harm me.”

And she was right, she was more than right. Because Chloe sat there was such infatuation in what the brunette had said- such attention that she hadn’t realized she didn’t take a breath until her chest started burning. She dragged a cold heaping of air into her lungs, fighting back a small smile.

“Beca, I don’t know what to…”

The brunette simply reached over the table as she plucked a fry off Chloe’s plate. She bit down into it, giving Chloe a triumphant grin. “You don’t have to say anything, Chlo. I know.”  

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