There is a Sollux mystery afoot (as of January 2026), and it needs solving. Below, I lay out some facts about Sollux and the mystery itself. No answers are yet known.
(using a different font below because zero and O look too similar in regular font)
The facts:
Sollux is the Gemini troll.
He is thematically linked to the concept of duality:
two coloured eyes
he has two dreamselves
when he dies by using psionics on the meteor, he only half dies (in cascade)
He is half-blind whilst he is a half-ghost
He has double horns
etc.
Before his meteor-push half-death he loses his teeth, and his lisp.
He also goes blind before meteor-push half-death. On going blind he starts typing normally, but replaces all Os with 0s.
Half-death leaves a Sollux corpse on the meteor, and his half-ghost waiting at the green sun to meet the meteor trolls.
Much later in the story (on the pirate ship), Sollux confirms he was half-blind at the time he was a half-ghost. At this point he types with Os and 0s.
His corpse gets prototyped into Erisol, pulling his ghost half out of him. - this is also explained in the pirate ship bit. (Ghosts being yoinked into sprites is a thing confirmed when dead dream Jade gets prototyped, as she has dream bubble memories)
He meets John on the pirate ship with Vriska, and confirms he is fully-alive and fully-blind, whilst his ghost half is in Erisol. And we now see him typing with 0s and no Os again.
The implication is a fully blind Sollux is all in on the 0s.
Then the retcon happens, and post-retcon Sollux is largely the same except he doesn’t get prototyped and remains a half-ghost.
In Beyond Canon, he confirms he met John on the pirate ship. This tells us this is pre-retcon Sollux, as post-retcon Sollux never became fully-alive and fully-blind.
The mystery:
When we meet Sollux in BC he types replacing all his Os with 0s. But later, he starts to become inconsistent with his 0s/Os as of page 623
This change starts happening before the POINT is used. But Sollux has not been demonstrated to have suddenly become a half-ghost again.
Does he become a half-ghost again off screen? Does someone partially heal his blindness off-screen, and is the 0/O use a half-blind thing rather than a half-ghost thing?
Does Vriska’s proximity to the POINT, have anything to do with it?
Also how was Sollux playing video games while blind before his 0/O inconsistency in BC? Is he playing by sound?
This story is for @riftdaemon and it's lightly based on their AU. I put my own spin on it, Rift let me know what you think!
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Eliza didn't know why she was sneaking down to the Chamber of Secrets; perhaps she wanted to get a better look at the snake that had almost killed her a few days ago. All she knew was that something down there was calling to her; it felt like a small tug on her magic.
She was concerned that this could be dangerous, but her instincts were screaming at her to trust the tug. So that's why she was here, sneaking into the chamber after curfew, knowing she would be in trouble if she were to get caught. Thanks to her invisibility cloak, the chances of that happening were pretty slim, unless she ran into Dumbledore—for some reason, he was able to see through the cloak.
Reaching the entrance, she told it to open, then she paused in thought before she jumped down the chute. Salazar Slytherin wouldn't slide down to his chamber; everything she knew about the guy said he would find that insulting and demeaning, so she decided to ask for stairs. Eliza grinned when it worked. She walked down a bit before turning to the entrance and telling it to close.
She continued down, using her wand to make a light for her to see as she went further down. Reaching the bottom, she grimaced when she stepped on the tiny bones of what looked like a rat. Eliza would have to clean up down here if she decided to spend any decent amount of time in this place.
The air was dank, dusty, musty, and smelled of something she couldn't put her finger on. There was a cold breeze coming from somewhere that had her shiver and wrap her invisibility cloak closer to her—not to hide her, but to keep her warm.
Gathering herself, Eliza started walking, trying to ignore the small crunches of bones under her feet as she continued down the tunnel that she knew would take her to the Chamber of Secrets. Soon enough, she reached the area that had had the cave-in.
She stared at it; the tug on her magic was urging her to go forward, her magic itself seemed excited, but she didn't know if she could continue with all the rocks in the way. One wrong slip and she would be buried under the rocks with no way out, no one knowing where she was.
Eliza chewed on her lip, a bad habit she really needed to break. She had an idea, and she hoped it worked.
"Dobby, can you hear me? I need your help!" she cried out, taking the hood of her cloak off.
There was a sudden pop next to her, and she saw Dobby appear, looking star-struck. "Misses Potter needs Dobby? How can Dobby be helpings you, misses Potter?"
"Hey Dobby, something's tugging on my magic from the Chamber of Secrets, but I can't go see what it is 'cause this cave-in is in my way. I was wondering if there was any chance you knew how to fix it?"
Dobby nodded so fast she thought he would take to the air with the way his ears were flapping. "Dobby knows! Dobby can be fixing roof so Misses Eliza Potter can go check her magics."
With a few snaps from the house-elf, the cave-in was fixed, and there was a wooden beam holding the area up to prevent any future cave-ins.
Eliza beamed at Dobby. "Thanks, Dobby, you did fantastic!" She rushed down the hall, hearing the elf start crying and praising her for her thanks. She would never get used to house-elves.
She continued until she reached the entrance and hissed for it to open. Stepping into the chamber was weird; the last time she was here, she didn't have a chance to look around. Things had been hectic, but this time she was able to explore. She was a bit distracted by the huge snake in the middle of the room, though, and she was also distracted by the tugging on her magic.
She followed it to a wall. At first, she was confused before she realized it must be another secret room. After telling the wall, in Parseltongue, to open, she watched as the wall slowly slid up into the ceiling. A plume of dust poured out of the room, and she coughed, waving her hand in front of her face to try to help.
Soon the dust stopped pouring out of the room, and Eliza knew that she would have to take a shower later for sure, preferably before someone saw her and asked why she was covered in dust.
The tug was getting harder to ignore now. It led her into the room, and she was hardly able to look around. All she was able to make out through her search for the thing tugging at her was that she was in a study or bedroom of some kind. In the corner, there was a chest, and the tugging was coming from inside, so she opened it.
Inside the chest was a strange gem she had never seen before. It was cut into the shape of a diamond, but diamonds don't glow radioactive neon green, do they? Eliza reached out to touch it as if in a trance.
The second she touched it, she felt her magic flare up and then pain. She screamed as she felt as if her veins were both too hot and too cold; her very nerves felt as if they were on fire. She didn't notice the diamond compress into a small green light and fly into her, merging with her magic. All she knew was that suddenly her upper back felt like it was tearing apart.
She felt something wet slide down her back and realized that something was tearing her back apart; she was bleeding. Eliza couldn't do anything; her throat was being torn apart with her screams of pain. This felt worse than any beating Vernon had ever given her; it felt worse than when Voldemort flew through her at the end of her first year; it hurt worse than when she almost died of basilisk venom just days beforehand.
It was a surprise that Eliza was still conscious; it was a testament to her pain tolerance that she hadn't passed out within moments of the pain starting. Soon enough, though, she fell to the ground, the pain becoming too much for her as she slumped into a heap on the rough, dirty floor.
She stayed on the floor of the hidden room for hours before she woke up. A groan was the cue that she was starting to regain consciousness. Eliza woke up, and her entire body felt sore and tender. When she went to push herself up, she felt something in the middle of her shoulder blades on the upper part of her back. She ignored it for now; she was more focused on trying to push herself up when her arms felt like jelly.
It took some time, but eventually, Eliza was holding onto the wall for support. Her legs felt like silly putty, and she didn't trust herself not to fall onto the floor again. She took this time to look around the room, to see what she could from the wall she was holding onto.
There was an old-looking bed in one of the corners with an end table on the side and a trunk at the foot of it. The rest of the room was filled with bookshelves stuffed full of books; there was a desk wedged between two of them. She used the wall and then the bookshelves for support as she slowly made her way over to the desk, which had a chair she could sit in.
Soon she was sitting in an uncomfortable chair that was probably over a thousand years old. Eliza started looking at the stuff on the desk. There was a leather-bound book in the middle of the desk, and her breath caught when she saw that there was an imprint of a diamond on the cover. She would take this with her when she left.
Lifting her head, she froze when she caught sight of her reflection in the mirror. Her scar was gone; it wasn't faded or hidden behind her hair—it was just gone. That wasn't even the most surprising thing, though; her hair had white streaks in it, and her eyes seemed greener and let off a soft glow.
"What in Merlin's name?" Eliza muttered, leaning in closer to the mirror, her eyes widening in shock. How was she going to explain this to people? Eliza knew stress could turn people's hair white, but she had pure black hair just hours before.
It must have been caused by whatever that diamond had done to her. Her eyes narrowed, and she gritted her teeth, noticing her eyes glowed more with her frustration. That was great—she had mood-telling eyes.
She gripped the desk and slowly stood up, and turned just enough so she could see her back. Her robes and shirt were in the way, so she quickly took them off before looking again.
She gasped at what she saw.
"Why is there a diamond growing out of my back!" Eliza exclaimed, alarmed.
The diamond from the chest was now fused into her upper back. How was she going to explain this? The hair, she could probably say she wanted to try a new look; the eyes she could maybe pass off as her magic being more reactive since the basilisk—but the giant Merlin-damned diamond growing out of her back was something she couldn't explain!
While freaking out about the diamond, something happened that caused more panic. Her hand started to tingle, causing her to look down right as it turned transparent like the Hogwarts ghosts, and she fell through the desk and back onto the floor before she could register what had just happened. Eliza stared at her hand in horror, her eyes glowing with her fear as her hand flickered back to normal.
What was wrong with her?
Her eyes landed on the book she had glanced at earlier. Eyes widening, she launched herself at it. The only thought running through her head was that this book might have the answers to her questions.
She grabbed the book and leaned back against the desk, not bothering to sit on the chair again, as she started to read.
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Dear Journal,
My experiments with this peculiar diamond have once more come to naught. I can perceive the power this gem holds, yet alas, I am unable to harness it for myself. Were I to command such power, I could discern from the diamond how best to preserve the lives of our students in these perilous times. I cannot comprehend why the other three insist upon sending our pupils to their families for months on end; surely they recognize that our students are at grave risk of discovery by the muggles who dwell about us.
Each time the students depart, we lose more of them to these accursed witch burnings. The others affect concern, yet if they truly cared, they would not so recklessly send our wards to such fates. I have constructed a small island, which I shall enlarge in due course; it shall serve as a refuge for my students. I care not for the objections of the others, for unlike them, I shall safeguard those who place their trust in me.
I hear that insufferable Godric calling for me; I shall attend to him in due time.
Salazar Slytherin
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Dear Journal,
I have been examining the Diamond once more. I cannot help myself—the gem fascinates me. All that power contained within so small a thing; truly, it is a marvel. Once I ceased attempting to claim its power for myself, even though such might have ensured the safety of my pupils, I began to receive flashes of images. I believe the gem is attempting to communicate with me. Though it may sound preposterous, perhaps with magic, anything is possible.
These visions reveal how to create curious creatures known as “Gems.” The matter is most strange, and I confess I do not fully comprehend it, yet I have recorded what I could. Likewise, I have glimpsed other beings—ghosts, though unlike any with which we magical folk are acquainted. I would dearly wish to study them; in the visions, these beings appear solid, yet they possess the power to render themselves transparent at will.
These “ghosts” seem to command abilities surpassing mere passage through solid matter; they may render themselves invisible, lift and manipulate objects with but a thought, and even project peculiar energy from hands and feet. I am persuaded that this is no magic known to us, yet what it is remains beyond my ken.
I have laboured to enlarge the island; already, a small child and her mother reside there. I came upon them just as the woman’s husband sought to strike the child’s head—having discovered her magical nature, he would have killed her. The mother defended her offspring. It is most unusual to find a Muggle who protects rather than persecutes her magical child. Perhaps the others were correct when they claimed not all Muggles would harm one of us; yet this revelation does not sway my resolve.
Muggles remain a threat, and it is folly to continue returning our pupils to their homes without the smallest measure of protection.
Salazar Slytherin
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Dear Journal,
The diamond continues to send me flashes of images, though their focus hath shifted. I do believe it now shows me the future. I behold the fate of a girl whose eyes mirror mine own. Perhaps she is of my bloodline, a descendant? ’Tis strange, yet in these visions, the girl doth touch the diamond and is imbued with its power. Mayhap this is the reason the diamond hath spoken to me through these images; it would seem to bid me record all that it imparts, so that my descendant, Eliza, may know its history when she at last discovers it.
Should these visions prove true, it appears my chamber shall lie abandoned for decades. I had intended it to endure, that future descendants might be made aware of our noble history. Yet in these visions I perceive the Slytherin name scorned and reviled, and another scion of mine driven to madness. It grieveth me to realize that I may not alter this course. I know not the cause, and therefore cannot forestall it.
I shall persist in my labours upon the Island. The Muggle woman, Primrose by name, proves exceedingly kind—far kinder than I had until now imagined Muggles capable of being toward magical folk. I have aided her in the construction of a dwelling and employed my magic to render it more comfortable for her and her daughter. I ensure to bring them sustenance, and the little girl, Violet, now runs to meet me with eager delight whenever I return.
I cannot deny that I feel a certain ease in the company of this small family. Only recently have I observed that I treat the girl, Violet, as though she were my own; perchance I ought soon to consider settling. I could find far worse than Primrose to court: she is comely, accepts magic without fear, and tends to her child with devoted care—so much so that she would have placed herself between daughter and deceased husband to protect the girl.
Truly, I could do far worse than to win the favour of such a woman.
Salazar Slytherin
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Eliza continued reading the journal, surprised and fascinated by the contents. She was also horrified when she realized that she had become a strange Gem-Human-Ghost hybrid thing.
Did this mean she was dead? Could someone be a ghost and still be alive? Maybe reading more of the journal would answer her questions. She really hoped it calmed her down because her eyes were glowing so bright with her fear that she didn't need to use her wand to light up the room anymore.
Reading on, she learned that she was most likely now a hybrid but was still alive. She should have a human and a ghost form, and she'd be like the strange ghosts that Salazar had seen in his visions. While she wasn't happy that she was partly dead, she was relieved she was still alive for the most part.
Standing up, thankful her legs no longer felt like silly putty, she tried to figure out what to do. How would she hide the changes? Maybe Dobby could help?
"Dobby!" she croaked out; her throat felt like she had just taken sandpaper to it.
Dobby popped in next to her. "Misses Potter needs Dobby's help?" Dobby took one look at Eliza and gasped in horror, "Misses Eliza Potter what's be happening to you?"
"Dobby, as you can see, there are a few changes I can't explain. Do you know of any way to hide them from everyone—even Dumbledore? Also, can you get me some water, please?"
Dobby popped away before coming back with a huge glass of water, which he handed to Eliza. He patiently waited until she drank some before speaking. "If Dobby were to bond to Misses Potter, I can bes using house-elvies magic to hide changes!"
"I thought you wanted to be free though?" Eliza questioned, feeling better now that she got some water down her throat.
Dobby shook his head, "Free from bad masters yes, but Dobby now bes needings new bond or his magic will bes getting weaker!"
"I'll ask more about that later, but if you're sure this is what you want, then sure we can bond?" Eliza said, very confused, but going along with it.
It wasn't long after that before Dobby and Eliza were bonded. Dobby used his magic to hide the changes that happened to Eliza, then he popped her into the Gryffindor bathrooms so she could take a shower. It took ages to scrub the dried blood off her back, but eventually she was done. She fell face-first into her bed and knew she would be tired the rest of the day.
She would try to find time to read the rest of Salazar's journal. It might have more answers for her, not to mention the rest of the books in that room. It was clear Voldemort had never found that room; he would have taken the books and the diamond if he had.
Eliza slowly drifted off to sleep, thankful her eyes weren't acting as a nightlight anymore.
(in the Ghost!au) What would be The Legendary Chalice's reaction (the ghost one) to accidentally seeing Cuphead as a ghost?
AB. SO. LUTE. LY. HORRIFIED.
I’m pretty sure in IM, Legendary Chalice can’t do the half-ghost thing like in the Cuphead show, so she’d be really freaked out that Cuphead had DIED.
Plus she’d probably figure out on the ghost train to New Orleans. When the two of them got on board Cup would be forced into his ghost form and legendary chalice would definitely see that happening. She’d most likely first assume that Cuphead died and his ghost is haunting/following his brother. Cuphead and Mugman would quickly explain the situation with her to calm her down. After that she’s still very much so freaked out that cup died in the first place and now had to live as a half-ghost, but Cup didn’t seem to mind his situation so she let it go.
In folklores, religions, and mythologies alike there have been beings who are half human and half... something else. In the canon of Danny Phantom some of these Something Elses have been confirmed to be ghosts, such as the Greek Hellenistic pantheon. Which leads to the question if these half human figures and creatures from myth, religion and folklore could theoretically exist.
Specifically I’m talking about Cambions, Dhampirs, and Demigods. Possibly others if you can think of any.
Cambions are the children of a human woman and a demon (typically an incubus), a famous one would be Merlin from the stories of King Arthur. They seem to usually be capable of some type of magic, and are often conflated with Changelings.
Dhampirs are the children of (typically) a human woman and a male vampire. They also seem to usually be capable of some type of magic. Along with other strange powers and features (some of which sound strangely applicable to Danny).
Like being able to sense supernatural creatures with in a certain range, acute sight and hearing, regenerative abilities, immortality, control animals, and walk in sunlight. They don’t need human blood to sustain themselves unlike their vampiric parent.
Common features is that they tend to have dark black hair, and lack a shadow, and sometimes seem as if they have no bones.
Dhampirs are also known for their tendency to grow up to be hunters of the supernatural, and often vampires specifically.
Demi-gods/goddesses are the offspring of a human and a god, typically from the Hellenistic Greek pantheon, or the Roman Pantheon of gods/goddesses. They can often also be found in other mythologies and religious, but the Hellenistic Greeks and Romans seem to be the most prolific.
The vast majority of Demi-gods/goddesses tend to only have one or two inhuman abilities/traits, if they have one at all. There are ones who have a number of Devine traits, but those are often extra blessings, and not innately born to the child in question. The only real exceptions being when said Demi-god/goddess turns out to be more godly than mortal, such as the case with Heracles who later ascended to Godhood. That guy was supernaturally strong and durable. Durability being an unusual trait among the greek/roman demi-gods outside of them bathing in the Styx river.
So yeah, I love the idea that no one in the Ghost Zone is terribly surprised by Vlad and Danny’s existence because there’s always been half-ghosts around, even if they tended to go by different names, they’re just a lot less common now. A lot of people are Christian now and very few believe in things like ghosts, vampires, and other spooks. So not many people are down to get into bed with glowing quasi magical beings from another dimension anymore.
Their kind was much more common when the world was primarily Pagan, and everyone was sorta down to hope into bed with a sexy vampire, or a god, or a hot fairy. They had no TV, or organized sports, or anything to really do other than work back before like the 1600s unless you were somewhat wealthy, or there was an execution going on. Most people were down for nekkid fun with supernatural beings when they offered it.
I think I’ve mentioned this concept a lot, but never really went into detail about it so let’s change that shall we? It’ll be important to understand in the future when I start working on Owen’s new fanfiction “Nevermore” too. Oh and fun fact, this is an edit of Valerie’s hand from the episode “Reign Storm” when Vlad gave her the Ring of Rage to hide from Pariah Dark.
To start things off, here’s a bit of backstory.
As a lot of you have probably already guessed, Owen’s skeletal arms in his necromancer form are a nod to Frostbite’s design which I absolutely love. So back when I first came up with Owen’s character I had this idea of doing something similar but with limbs that are basically crystalized energy instead of ice. It’s also inspired by the idea of what it might look like if his arms looked kinda like glowing X-Rays in real life.
I’ll share a link to the original post where I talked about this if you’re curious: https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/thesoulspulse/167160425238?source=share
Now, moving on the premise of what necroenergy (a phrase coined by Vlad in the original story since Owen is a necromancer) is, it’s the purest form of ectoenergy there is more or less. In the show, ectoenergy is treated as a radioactive and unstable supernatural substance which has to be filtered and converted in order to be used in things such as anti-ghost weapons, tracking devices, ghost portals, and more...
All ghosts are made of ectoplasm itself which can also bring inanimate objects to life or transform other living creatures into ghosts temporarily by possessing them. It’s also the reason Vlad and Danny are half-ghost in the first place after they were blasted by a powerful surge of ectoplasmic energy was fused into their DNA. Vlad was the first obviously but unfortunately he was transformed by a surge of raw ectoplasm which is one reason I believe his form is a lot more monstrous, that, plus his negative emotions played a huge role in that too since I believe ghost powers are deeply tied to the emotions of their owner. Danny on the other hand, got off a lot easier thankfully since he was transformed by a more stable ghost portal with an ecto-filtrater already in place that was fully functional and worked as intended to purify that raw ectoenergy into a power source for the portal.
This is why most ghosts do everything they can to gain more power and expand their territory, because they need ectoenergy not only to exist, but to literally do everything else. Because unlike the living, eating food and resting doesn’t really cut it since they don’t have to do either to survive. That’s probably why a lot of ghosts get their energy by somehow taking it from the living, because people grow and change over time while ghosts are stagnant, frozen in time with a base level of energy that only increases by using external means. As hybrids, Danny and Vlad are an exception since they self-generate ectoenergy from their cores and absorb the ambient energy in the atmosphere around them. Ghosts can only recharge the energy they lost back to their original level which doesn’t change on it’s own which means they have to improvise to get any stronger.
So, you might ask, what makes necroenergy different if its basically another form of ectoenergy? Well for one thing, unlike standard ectoenergy, necroenergy is already purified from the very beginning. It’s the most refined form of ectoenergy there is which makes necromancers both very dangerous and extremely beneficial to ghosts. Necromancers in this world are essentially humans who are born with their powers who can also self-generate this special type of energy which is a direct manifestation of their souls similar to how ghosts do from their cores which IS their soul. However, ghosts have to expend a lot more energy to retain a physical form at all whether they were once a human, animal, or a spirit that was never part of the real world on top of using their ectoenergy for things such as combat and other powers unique to them.
Necromancers on the other hand are either helpful or annoying to ghosts for several reasons:
One, their blood has the same power as Blood Blossoms which hurts and repels ghosts. This makes them immune to being overshadowed. That power extends to Owen’s necromancer form where his blood changes into a variant of necroenergy that still repels ghosts, but it doesn’t harm them unless he wants it to to defend himself. (Note: Owen is the only necromancer who can do this that we know of because he’s been reincarnated many times and has therefore technically been a ghost before at least temporarily before being reborn.)
Two, since their power is already refined and fully manifests when they come of age at 16, necromancers can directly manipulate and sense raw ectoenergy. Using their powers, they can also either convert it into necroenergy, boost a ghost’s powers, or even heal them directly by speeding up their natural regeneration.
Three, necromancers can see ghosts regardless of what form they take. For example, if they’re overshadowing someone they can see a ghostly aura around the person, animal, plant, or object in question. They can see ghosts or at the very least a trail of their energy regardless of whether they are invisible or have traveled to another location by turning intangible.
This last part is really cool because I used the idea that technically ALL living things can sense ghosts as part of their survival instincts, like when a room feels unnaturally hot or cold which is the result of the barrier between the Ghost Zone and the Earth being thin in most cases at least. However, necromancers and hybrids both have an enhanced form of this instinct which physically manifests either in the form of a cold mist or a puff of hot air kind of like steam passing through their lungs. Animals and plants are especially sensitive to the supernatural and even if the prior can’t see them in most cases, they can sense something otherworldly in the area.
I’ll go ahead and stop here for now but I hope this gives you a better idea of the world building I’ve done for Owen’s story. I wanted to subvert the stereotypical necromancer that raises the dead to people who are meant to protect the living and help ghosts either move onto their paradise or stop them from hurting anyone. Sadly though, most necromancer clans went extinct a long time ago after the Salem Witch hunts or their bloodlines became so thin they lost their powers, some even chose to give them up when they came of age to live out normal lives when it seemed like they weren’t needed anymore.
Owen, unfortunately, doesn’t have a choice because he has an important role to play in a destiny that will ultimately decide the fate of the Earth and the Ghost Zone.
Part 2: https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/thesoulspulse/689506966322741248?source=share