Heart Aspect - Blog Posts

combined classpecting this post by @superxstarzz

(sorry if this isn't super accurate.)

--------------Suitor of Loyalty--------------

The heir of hope changes or changes through hope for others and the witch of heart changes or changes through heart for themselves. The suitor changes an aspect through an aspect

A suitor of loyalty either changes hope through heart or changes heart through hope.

They may be the type of person who's in a new relationship every month, or even every week. They make new friends anywhere they go, if they find someone with different opinions than them they could be pretty good at getting someone to agree with their views. Their views are likely to be a bit utilitarianistic (i don't know if that's an actual word lmao). They are likely some pretty trustful people.

they might not be the best at setting boundaries for themselves, or really following others boundaries, but not cause they don't pay attention or listen, they just need to understand why something is the way it is before they go with it.

They might have to be careful not to accidentally hurt others or push them to do things they don't want to on accident. They have certain ideas about themselves that may not necessarily be true, but they sure as hell will try to act like it is.

their powers cold consist of some interesting things like controlling ghosts, some kind of soul manipulation ( possibly a rlly confusing overcomplicated ver of mind control).

they'd definitely use longer range weapons like bow and arrows, or guns.

Some aspect mixing

I don't like the time+void, maybe any ideas?

“For the very essence of a troll becomes sallow when devoid of love and of truth, which are often the same spiritual element,” Exodus said, gesturing emphatically with one hand as his other trembled against the podium upon which he leaned, projecting his rich voice to the very back of the slim and somewhat stuffy room he had managed to transform into some approximation of a church. The air was made stuffier by the excited breaths of his followers, gathered en masse on benches and below his feet, and he felt sweat or condensation cling to his brow and seep under the bridge of his glasses. “It may not seem readily apparent, but love is the pursuit of truth. Truth is the expression of love. While not inextricably linked, it is improper- or, rather, inadvisable to deny that in the absence these two gleaming facets, life loses its meaning and its justification. One must recognize the relation between truth and love, and their pertinence to life itself.” 

Exodus’s sermons were improvised nearly every time he gave them. While he was finding it harder and harder to sift through the dichotomy between what he truly believed and what beliefs he had fabricated for the sake of others, he did find it somewhat amusing that when he stood in front of the slick wooden podium, it truly felt as though a spirit compelled him to speak. The words were delivered to him, and with surprising competency - they had to come from some outside source, he thought, because rarely what he said he agreed with. That, or he agreed, but he could never realistically apply his tenants to himself. He was utterly contradictory, but of course this needed to be kept under wraps to stave off his doomsday, when it all would come crashing down. 

What strange things he was saying today. Utter drivel. He was making himself sick, describing some hypothetical state that was his direct opposite. Truth and love - he wanted to scoff, to spit at himself, as he lacked both in equal measure: untruthful, loveless, a contradiction of all he claimed to stand for. No more than a living lie. 

“It… ah.” He faltered. That wasn’t good, he wasn’t supposed to falter. He lowered his hand and clung to the structure before him, looking down. Long, heavy seconds passed. 

“Why are you crying, my Lord?” Someone said. Similar inquisitive, adoring murmurs rose from the crowd he had assembled. It sounded like birdsong to him: “Why? Why? Why?” 

Quickly now. Make something up; truth isn’t an option, it never has been.

“Fear not,” he said, trying to keep the thickness in his voice at bay. “I have simply thought of a troll I intimately know, an unfortunate soul, who I have known to lack the virtues I just described. I have become emotional, thinking of his life and the consequences of his deficiencies, and I… I weep for him.” He performatively wiped away a tear, though his anguish was real. 

He did something he knew the crowd would appreciate, and stepped out from behind the podium. Wide eyes searched his entire body. 

“Will you join me in prayer?” He asked them. 

“Yes, Lord,” was the resounding response. He continued to walk forwards, down the few stairs of the stage, into the thrum of his following. They crept closer to him with a shy reverence. 

“Together we must tell him, and all trolls like him, that we forgive him. Through this we will deliver him peace. Please join me.” He took a deep breath, and the collective did the same. 

“I forgive you.” He heard their parroted response echo, amplified by the high ceiling, and he felt the sound hum in his chest. He willed himself to glow, tears spilling onto his uniform, and the open faces that surrounded him were alight with a rose wash, petal-tender and hushed. The Heart symbol appeared, shimmering close to the rapid thumping of his own blood-pump adrenaline, and tentative hands ran over him, pressing palms to the pink curved sign, shaping themselves to his warm body. His shaking legs gave out, and, taking this as yet another sign, his collective supported his weight, lifting him above their heads, safe in their arms. 

“Say it with me,” Exodus whispered to their eager ears. 

“I forgive you. I forgive you. I forgive you,” they said. It was all he had ever wished to hear. 

Analysis - on the Identity of HEART

This analysis seeks to unravel the metaphysical weight of Heart, not as indulgent introspection, but as the raw material of identity formation, emotional connection, and existential struggle  (Doom's not helping). In a story like Homestuck, where narrative is constantly rewritten and identity is fractured across timelines, Heart remains the anchor.

Let us now delve into the aspect that asks, not who you must become, but who you already are, and whether that is enough for you or not. https://docs.google.com/document/d/1p_esteFpvyVMqnAf9t5ePqt7-TM4Qj1ro4DHzu661Fk/edit?usp=sharing