#mind logic heart

[wardinespurrit]

redid my hms designs. i go on a ramble in the tags beware

[allgremlinyaps]

streets are saying the next Avatar is a girl

[procrastinationaccount]

Actually shaking crying over how badly I need Dulcinea to slot into the New Rho family and eat Pyrrha's breakfasts and mutually come around to embracing their cougar natures

[caligvlasaqvarivm]

hal should become a real boy and also a rabbit (prototyped with the piece of the bunny in lil seb) and also a sylph of mind send tweet

[fluffydeoxys]

OC stuff is dangerous wdym you just think about that guy and you feel things. You made that thing and it’s come such a long way like they’ve grown and fleshed out and you’re proud of them. And there’s an indescribable feeling of pride and tenderness and passion and fondness. That ☝️thingie is My Thing and I love them

[rectanglebrain]

If Mind cried what do you think caused it

[hmsdoodlin]

I think we as a society need more Heart and Soul interactions. They have a lot of potential to be really interesting in BOTH fluff and angst.

Idk y’all but positive Heart and Soul dynamics are really nice. They deserve to be friends and love each other and bond.

They share the same night sky.

[dismas-n-dismay]

Having OSDD and playing STP and seeing how other people interpret the voices is crazy. Mostly because I attribute all the Voices as just being smaller parts of the Whole (You, the player) so it’s harder to take their flaws seriously when it’s like. Yeah but I’m not like that and I don’t wanna do that, ur just a thought bro.

Like L + Ratio imagine not being the guy in control of the body today, ANYWAYS-

(Mini ramble undercut!!)

It what makes certain routes like the Spectre so fun when she joins the mess and is like “??? Is it always this loud” because like yeah. Being apart of a system in real life is really just fine tuning the noise and making your own choices, especially since the voices are usually shown at face value and when you dig deeper they all usually want the same thing: To survive.

And when you realize that it’s easier to take agency of the control you Do have as the player and therefore the vessel. They each have their own different ways and thoughts of surviving but ultimately they either just want to survive or they want to survive and end the pain of the cycle they’re forced through.

They’re just thoughts, just voices, brought forth from trauma and trying to escape, give them grace.

All this to say, being apart of a system and playing a game that involves multiple voices is really just like playing a real life simulator and is probably why I have such an easy time playing and understanding the characters in the game

[thepersonalwords]

Statements don't exist by themselves. Just like people, they are in relationship with one another.

Patty Houser, A Woman's Guide to Knowing What You Believe: How to Love God With Your Heart and Your Mind

[dafpork]

i could be biased since it’s one of my favorite movies of all time, but The Music Man was MADE. FOR. THEM. there’s a vision here

[logosbot-tm]

Sometimes I will get hit with the "Screaming, crying, throwing up" feeling, but specifically about Logicality.

Yall don't understand my attachment to this ship, I'm quite not normal about them. These two mfs have been living violently rent-free in my head for six (soon seven) years

[softquietsteadylove]

Since it was just mother’s day, I’m here to formally request more mama bear Thena (I love to see it even if she rebukes it). I think there has actually been a few AUs in this sphere, whether she be an actual mother or a mother figure to someone, so feel free to pick your favorite!

"Higher, Mister Dad!"

Thena shook her head, watching Gil push Druig on the swings. Druig was squealing like he was going above the speed limit but really Gil was being as gentle as possible. As per her instructions, of course (she had always been a little nervous about Druig on the big kid swings).

"Hi Mum!"

"Hi, Darling," she waved back, oozing love at the sight of her family in such bliss. She never used to enjoy playground visits, but with Gil's readiness and enjoyment of running around with her little ball of energy, they were much more agreeable.

Gil waved to her too, adding in a wink.

The addition of Gil to her idea of 'her family' was unexpected, but a welcome one. It was seamless, and sometimes it baffled her to think about how she had once imagined that it would only be her and Druig until the end of time.

Now it was the three of them. Kro still occasionally stuck his nose into things, but even that was becoming more civil in nature. And of course Ajak and Makkari were an inextricable part of their family tapestry.

Gil often had to remind the two of them that Druig and Makkari weren't exactly walking down the aisle just yet and to please refrain from bursting into tears over the idea.

"Hey!"

Thena frowned, her peaceful observation of things being jarringly interrupted. She watched as a woman all but stomped her way over to them. Her back straightened.

"Uh, hi," Gil greeted the woman cautiously. He wasn't one for confrontation, but he could read her attitude from a mile away. "Can I-"

"Your kid has been on the swing for way too long," the woman pointed at Druig with disdain. Thena watched on, her hackles already raised. "My kid needs a turn."

Gil looked at the completely unoccupied swings beside them. "There are plenty free."

"He wants that swing."

Thena stood from her bench, a short distance away. She already didn't like where this was heading.

Gil made a face, bringing Druig's swinging to a halt, much to the young boy's confusion. "Look, there are plenty of other swings, there's no reason-"

"And I said my son wants that swing! What are you--stupid?!"

Thena spotted the flush in Gil's cheeks at the scene this woman was making.

Druig turned in his seat, still kicking his feet in an attempt to restart his fun. "That's not a nice word."

The woman looked down at him, even pulling off her sunglasses. "It's time to get off."

"Why?" Druig blinked.

"There's no need for that," Gil attempted to reason with the woman, putting his hand between her and the literal six-year-old she was barking at loudly. "We can all share the playground fairly."

The woman did not appreciate Gil's 'teacher' voice. "Actually, you need to tell your little brat that not everything belongs to him!"

Druig made a face at being called a 'brat'.

"I'm gonna count to three," the woman declared at the top of her lungs, holding out her hand and everything. She narrowed her eyes at Druig, "and you better be off that swing. One-"

"Don't bother." Thena stepped in between the woman and her family. She wasn't the type confrontation either. Gil was too nice for it, but she would just rather bite the curb than speak a single word to any of the strangers here. This woman though... "And don't point at my son."

"You must be his mother," the other woman put her hands on her hips. She was shorter, obviously younger, dressed more for a girls brunch than a day of playing.

"I am," Thena responded, cold as ice. "Didn't anyone ever teach you not to raise your voice at strangers?"

"I'll raise my voice all I want!" She certainly was doing that. Almost everyone was looking at them (much to Gil's discomfort). "My son wants that swing."

"There are other swings," Thena stated, just like Gil had. She remained planted in front of Druig. The idea of this woman pointing her manicured witch hand at her little boy made her insides feel like glass shards. "Perhaps you should learn to share, as my partner said."

The woman rocked back on her heels, eyeing Thena up and down. "Well my husband doesn't believe in sharing with the riffraff, and neither do I. If my little angel wants this swing, I'm gonna get it for him."

"What terrible parenting," Thena stated right in the woman's face. She didn't care what this woman wanted to use to try and hold something over her head. "Your son will grow up to be an awful person, I'm afraid."

For whatever reason, that really struck a nerve with this woman. Her shoulders bunched up and she stepped closer to Thena. "At least he won't be an ugly little bastard, like yours."

Thena saw red. She just imagined her sweet boy on receiving end of such vulgarity and lost it. She leaned over the smaller woman, unintimidated by the wide brim of her hat or the strong scent of perfume coming off her. "Say something about my boy again and I'll lead by a much worse example, be certain of that."

"I-"

"I don't give a shit what you do, or what your husband does. You want to wave around that gaudy, tasteless rock in my face? I'll take it right off your finger and make you swallow it. You're obviously so shallow it should pass right through you in no time."

The woman nearly let out a whimper.

"If you want to make comparisons, be my guest. But calling your son an angel doesn't change the fact that you are clearly an empty shell of a woman, and I'm sure your so-called husband detests you both. Most unfortunate for your son, since he will not only never make any friends, but have to know that his mother is a despicable excuse of a human being."

"You-"

"If I ever see you, or your son, near my family again," Thena leaned in close enough to grasp the woman's arm. "I'll rip off every one of your acrylics, one by one, and make your son watch as I shove them down your throat. Am I clear?"

The woman stumbled as Thena shoved her back. Her heart wasn't racing, she wasn't breathing hard. She didn't even feel adrenaline pumping through her veins. She knew exactly what she wanted to say and she had said it.

"Y-Y-You fucking psycho," the woman muttered under her breath as she retreated. She threw a few glances over her shoulder at them, rushing to pick her son up from the sandbox and make her escape.

Thena rolled her eyes. The kid in question hadn't even been paying attention, probably not interested in the swings at all.

"Mum?"

She turned, putting on a bright smile. "I'm sorry Darling, what she said wasn't very nice, was it?"

Druig pursed his little lips and shook his head. He was clearly more concerned with understanding what just happened than upset about the experience. He hadn't heard most of it (luckily).

Thena knelt down, holding the chain of the swing above his itty-bitty little hand. She could still remember when they were the smallest they'd ever been, his whole palm as big as the pad of her finger. "I don't want you to worry about that."

Druig looked over at where the other boy had been in the sandox, and then to where the woman had hurried out of the park entirely. He looked back at her, trying his best to use all the logic his young brain was capable of. "Why didn't he ask to share the swings?"

Thena squirmed. She didn't want to explain to her wide eyed little Darling that some people simply had rotten insides. She tilted her head to demonstrate that she wasn't totally sure of what had just happened either. "Well, perhaps he's shy. Or sometimes, parents have the right intentions, but they've been grownups for so long they've forgotten how important it is to share and be kind."

Druig nodded, further mussing his dark brown hair. "But you're always nice, and you've been a grownup forever and ever."

Thena tried not to make a face. Children could be so brutal. She heard Gil hold back a laughter with a snort and glared at him.

"I would'a let 'im," Druig added more quietly, looking at the toes of his little black converse (to match Makkari's, of course).

"I know you would have, Darling," Thena moved her hands under his armpits, and Druig instinctively let go of the swing to let her transfer him into her arms. "Perhaps you'll meet each other again."

"Maybe," Druig mumbled. In truth, he wasn't the type to want to make friends with every child he met, and Thena would be all too happy to never have to speak to that woman again.

"Hey," Gil nudged Druig as he put a hand on her back. "That was cool of Mum, though, right? She's like a superhero."

Thena rolled her eyes; the last thing she needed was Druig becoming more invested in men in leotards featured in movies he wouldn't be allowed to watch for at least another eight years.

"Yeah, Mum's cool!" Druig beamed, forgetting the woes of seconds ago in an instant.

Thena smiled, though; Druig may never call her 'cool' again at the rate he was growing up.

"Is it just me, or are you two a little hungry?" Gil asked with a sheepish face. He was such a master of understanding and conducting children. She called him the child whisperer every once in a while.

Now that it had been mentioned, Druig decided he was suddenly dying of starvation. "Yeah!"

"Don't shout, Darling, I'm just here," Thena sighed after having his shrill little voice blast full volume in her ear.

"C'mere, champ," Gil chuckled, shouldering the boy for her. "Who wants a cheese toastie?"

Thena happily accepted Gil's help as Druig hooted and hollered from atop his shoulders. She patted his arm, "home?"

"Uh, I was thinking maybe going out, actually," Gil chuckled, which made Druig wiggle around even more, although his little legs were no match for Gil's grip on them. "Maybe a nice steak for me, chicken piccata for you?"

Her mouth watered.

"Long day, right?" Gil suggested gently, like the dream-come-true partner he was. "We deserve a nice night out--all of us."

"Can I get ice cream?"

"If-" Thena pointed up at her son, towering over her with Gil's assistance, "you have some vegetables."

Druig looked as if she had told him he was up for adoption. "But-"

"Hey," Gil made the gesture of looking up at Druig, impossible as it was. He gave his ankles a little shake and squeeze, "no 'buts', mister. Swinging needs energy."

"Cheese toasties are energy," Druig argued, although after a solid three seconds of no budging he slumped over the top of Gil's head, "fine."

Thena gave her boyfriend a look, "that you get him to agree at all is a miracle."

Gil shrugged, bouncing Druig, making him giggle. "We've got our strengths. I get the veggies in and you face down the big bad wolf for us."

That would be the most extreme way Gil would probably ever describe someone, no matter how unpleasant. But she leaned against his arm, rubbing his back and then Druig's. She could feel satisfied in knowing her family was safe in her protection.

"I do what I have to."

[microwavetoaster-selfships]

I think I need that "Wow, I haven't stubbed my toe in five months! I was then shot fifty-seven times." Audio again

[feral-ass-raccoon]

hms is so fucking funny to me bc its the classic "head vs heart" shit except there is a Secret Third Option and the secret is that he is Unhinged

[44-moved-44]

I think the best interpretation of the lyric "(when you tell me one and one does not equal two, ooh)" is the idea that Heart is in math class and Soul is just gaslighting him on one and one equalling one and not two

[sainteclectic]

what about covered in discontent 🥺🥺🥺

discontent and before are two sides of the same coin. they're named castor (discontent) and pollux (before) after the twin gods, and because of their contrasting roles, they serve under the gods that contrast each other!

castor is under pathos. he's the god of entropy and injustice. despite this, he's not generally a misanthropic god. instead, he's the god you turn to when you need strength in the face of an uncaring universe. fighting an oppressive system, getting vengeance for your suffering, seeing the beauty in decay, that kind of thing. he's representative of pathos' domain in justice and the cruel world that requires it! still, the efforts are futile without the logical understanding of your situation, which is why pollux is equally important to truly make a change.

pollux is under logos. she's the misanthropic one, representing apathy and downward spirals. she's the embodiment of the kind of nothingness you feel while trapped in depression. despite this seeming like an emotional thing, it's instead symbolic for the pit you can fall into when you can't feel emotions healthily. so she serves under logos, because while logos represents progress, that doesn't mean anything without the emotional drive to move forward.

basically, they both represent different responses to the same circumstances - castor understands entropy on an emotional level so he can appreciate and live with it, while pollux understands it logically and so she lacks the somewhat illogical motivation to fight against the inevitable.