
aspect slander pt. 9 - Heart what a fucking shitsh0w this one is. really sh0uld just give it the treatment i didn't give light. might still link that later. it's going t0 require more setup that i usually try and skip. heart is n0t the soul. yeah i fucking said it. gh0sts were fucking comm0n on alternia. the screaming damned harassed multiple people i knew pers0nally including myself. hell, fucking equius helped build a r0bot specifically f0r encasing a soul and y0u know wh0 wasn't involved? nepeta, his m0irail and only pers0n who talked tw0 him by choice. she was fully aware they existed and could n0t do shit ab0ut any disembodied s0uls despite being one 0f the few of us as interested as vriska in engaging with fantasy wriggler mechanics. is there s0me relation t0 it? perhaps. but i do n0t believe it is the primary concern 0f the aspect whatsoever. skaia d0esn't give a fuck about y0ur soul. when y0u die in there you get t0ssed out like garbage. if ff hadn't busted her aft c0mmuning with outer g0ds half of the pe0ple reading this wouldn't even be here. which leads me tw0 believe life might have more t0 do with that if anything. that's a tangent f0r later though, s0 what the fuck is heart? it appears two be like a m0re superficial associati0n with identity and the self, ego even if y0u've got a taste f0r psychobabble. s0mething far less permanent than an immortal spirit. kind of like a different take 0r combinati0n of bl0od and mind. there's 12 0f the things, maybe more, s0me overlap is t0 be expected. maybe a sprinkle of h0pe in there two, th0ugh a preoccupati0n with the self has only a tenu0us relation t0 the sort 0f delusional psych0sis hope takes. this is where l0ve comes in. 0ne of the m0st miserable lessons all us l0sers eventually face if we try and pull ourselves fr0m the mud is that you d0 in fact have two have s0me amount 0f self respect in order t0 actually be in love. the real kind, n0t a one-sided 0bsession 0r will two p0ssess an object. it's sickeningly l0gical in the end. if you l0ve something y0u want to pr0tect it. some0ne fixated on destr0ying themself is constantly attacking themself, and y0u cannot d0 a damn thing about it. the 'i can fix them' r0utine, which has its own giant fucking issues, still ultimately relies 0n being able two believe in actually d0ing so. if y0u wanted some0ne just to fix them y0u're leaving once that's n0t possible. heart is l0ve because of its fixati0n on a m0re solid 'self', the thing required f0r love t0 exist. like blo0d, but inv0lved in the cultivation 0f personh0od rather than the wielding 0f it. i'd wager the 2 are intended two w0rk together m0st of the time. it is als0 like mind, except instead of f0cusing on changing the 0utside circumstances that result in decisions being made, y0u're focusing 0n the ro0t, who the pers0n is making the decision, their self. what d0 you get when y0u're focused 0n the interplay between selves and how th0se can change how they act and what they d0? you get a silly cattr0ll making complex, dynamic charts 0n a cave wall. heart, when focusing 0n all the factors at 0nce, is love. unf0rtunately, desperation tw0 forge a m0re perfect self is also a sh0rt road t0 narcissism. a cancerous gr0wth off the side 0f the idea of l0ve. it's understandable. you have fantastical p0wers urging you tw0 be all you can be, elevate yourself, ascend. i think it w0rks better against those wh0 are 'smart', who see that this is a 'game' and s0 attempt to manipulate it with0ut seeing they're the one being played. we crave c0ntrol, we break our backs f0r it. supreme contr0l over the self? particularly seductive if y0u're one wh0's always felt you had t0 do everything y0urself. no m0re getting betrayed by those pesky feelings 0f doubt, 0r regret, or c0mpassion, 0r mercy. just an ultimately perfect you. and y0u alone. and skaia will let y0u push the envelope if it gets the j0b done, warp and def0rm the boundaries 0f the aspect as you chase the drag0n of being able tw0 do everything and be everything. but like all narcissists it's built 0n a foundati0n that isn't real. an idealized self that was never earned. writing a fictional character with0ut ever conveying a real less0n to them 0r yourself. like a rupert's dr0plet the armor is all but impenetrable right until something taps the right place. and then it expl0des. leaving nothing left 0f the wayward heart player and whoever their living eg0 tulpa trampled along the way. i c0uld go 0n but im probably feeding s0meone's unhealthy delusi0n by spending so much text 0n this one already. n0w for fuck's sake, value y0ur soul higher than just a stat in a game grub.


