#or ppl who just have a habit of eating toast for breakfast LOL

[beescake]

i am in love with your sollux i think

sollux love party :]

if you’re interested heres some of my personal fondness thoughts on him.. big warning for the mega long read ahead aye

as we alr know sollux's rejection of participation somewhat mirrors dave's rejection of heroism, but even without getting cooked to completion i still find sollux's character v compelling beyond the fourth wall

as someone who doesnt get a pinch of that Protagonist Sparkle to begin with, he can openly say he wants to leave anytime…. and unlike dave, he actually Can leave the scene anytime. but he can never be truly Free from the story via permanent character death like the other trolls.

his irrelevancy is indeed relevant - he’s there so u can point him out.

while his image is intended to be a relic of past internet subculture, his role is not only about hehehaha being a Chad or a 2000s cyberforum 2²chan haxxor ragequit gamebro.

his continued existence also happens to add a Bit to the overarching themes of homestuck! a Bit that gives him longer-lasting thematic relevance compared to the trolls who could’ve had more character potential but didnt get to survive beyond the main story.

the Bit in question:

his defiance contributes to the illusion of agency (treating characters = people with autonomy). he’s “aware” of it, and that recognition is worth noting enough to forcibly keep him alive as both reward and punishment.

considering how his personality & classpect is designed its definitely a very haha thing for hussie to do LOL. he’s made to be op asf so he's resigned to doing dirty work, gradually deteriorating along the way but never truly dying. as fans have mentioned before, him openly rejecting involvement after a while of grim tolerance is like if the sim u were controlling suddenly stopped, looked up and gave u the finger while u were step six into the walkthrough for Every Possible Sim Death Animation.

but since he’s just a sim… the more he hates it, the more you keep him around. if ur sim started complaining abt your whimsical household storyline you’d definitely keep that little fuck.

but yeah i like that sollux is just idling. the significance of his presence being that one dude who's always reliably Somewhere, root core Unchanged, no individual ambitions (possibly due to fear of consequence?), and design-wise: a staple representative product of his time.

compared to dirk's character, who has aged phenomenally well into the present (themes of control + AR + artificial intelligence, clearer exploration around navigating relationships/sexuality, infinite possibilities of self-splinterhood and trait inheritance), sollux's potential is really... contained. bitter. defeatist. limiting and frustrating in the way old tech is.

the world continues moving on to shinier, brighter, more advanced automated things - minimalist and metaverse or whatever but sollux is still here 🧍‍♂️ going woohoo redblue 3d. (tho personally i imagine his vibe similar to what the kids call cassette futurism on pinterest mixed w more grimy grunge insectoid influences eheh)

conceptually-speaking,

at the foundation of it all, the rapid pace of modern development was built off the understanding of ppl like sollux in the past, who were There actively at work while the dough was still beginning to rise

thats one of the cool things abt the idea of trolls preceding humans! the idea that trolls like sollux excelled back when lots of basic shit still needed to be discovered, building structures like networks and codes from scratch, and humans will eventually inherit and reinvent that knowledge in ways that become so optimized it makes the old manual effort seem archaic, slow, and labour-intensive.

but despite information/resources/shortcuts being more accessible now, much of the new highly-anticipated stuff released on trend still end up unfinished, inefficient, or expiring quickly due to cutting corners under severe capitalistic pressures

meanwhile, some of the old stuff frm past generations of thorough, exploratory and perfectionistic development still remains working, complete, and ever so sturdy.

those things continue to exist, just outside our periphery with either:

zero purpose left for modern needs (outdated/obsolete)

or

far too important to replace or destroy, bcs of its surprisingly essential and circumstantial usefulness in one niche specific area.

which are honestly? both points that sum up sollux pree well.

dramatic ending sorry. anw are u still on the fence or are u Sick abt him like me </3

#ask #anon #sollux captor #homestuck #hs2 spoilers #2023 #vioart #hs2 sollux explaining girls and bitches to john: 🗣️🗣️🗣️ #mr foods‚ setting up the visuals: LMAO ok pause. cool story bro theyre all gone its just u n ur sandwich bro. #now that i think abt it sol's kind of a toaster? awkwardly takes up countertop space #lacks the versatility and sociability of an air fryer/pressure cooker. unwashed and littered w crumbs! #but sometimes the clear‚ frank simplicity of the toaster is a temporary lifesaver for ppl who struggle w low appetite / decision fatigue #or ppl who just have a habit of eating toast for breakfast LOL #and eh ¯\ _(ツ)_/¯ even if u dont feel like toasting today thats ok he's still gonna be sitting there 👍👍 #a funnyman..... i curse him in my pan but root for him in my biscuit 🫶

[emo-does-things]

To Reach A Journey’s End- A Soulmate AU

Authors’ note: hey folks!! so this is the first chapter of a collaboration that the amazing!!! @ace--writes​ and I have been working on. Basic premise here is that it’s going to be a kind of angsty kind of fluffy highschool soulmate AU.

We don’t know how america or a lot of things in general work, so if we get things wrong please let us know (i say to the void of no ppl who will read this lol)

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Relationships:  eventual LAMP, background Remy/Emile

Summery:

Fate is like a braided cord, all woven up together.

Patton and Virgil have been best friends for years. Roman and Virgil are sure that their story is hate at first sight and nothing more. Logan is happy being alone... for the most part.

That's how things are, and how they’ll stay. Or, maybe not… Their stories are intertwined, not that they know it yet, and while fate might be pulling them together, their actions decide the path they follow, right to the journey’s end.

Chapters: two | three | Ao3 link

Warnings: None i don’t think, let us know if there any to include in the future

Words: 2993

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The first time that Virgil woke up, it was in a panic. He was a sweating and panting mess, and very quickly he couldn’t remember why. The nightmare just didn’t seem to stick. Soon enough, though, he managed to calm himself down, and when he looked at the time it was 3:47am. Not a time he needed to be awake at.

The second time Virgil woke up it was also a bad and inconvenient experience. His whole body was frozen, you know, like classic sleep paralysis. Eventually, after what felt like hours, he had managed to convince his weary body to get out of bed. He went to the bathroom, and returned to his room. It was 4:52am now, he still had another hour to sleep, at least. Not that it would help him all that much.

The last time that Virgil woke up that morning was to an irritating clinking, and obnoxious sipping sound. He groaned, rolling over and pulling his covers up over his head. Why couldn’t he have an alarm like normal kids?

There was an exaggerated sigh he knew all too well, “Sweetie, it’s time to get up.”

“No,” Virgil groaned. His body had tricked him enough times throughout the night that he couldn’t believe that it was time to get up yet.

“6:34am,” Came the smug reply, from somewhere outside the door “And, it’s a school day. You know, like the first one back?”

Shit. It was. In a world where he was a functioning human being, Virgil would have jumped from his bed and started getting ready as soon as he heard the door shut. This was not, however, that world, and so instead he sat up, and pulled himself from under the covers, with agonising slowness, not looking forward to the day at all.

Once he was out of the bed, however, the general anxiety kicked in and he was scrambling for his closet. He snatched whatever came to his hands first, all of which were black, and grabbed his favourite hoodie, which had been stitched up so many times it was just his aesthetic at this point, from the back of the chair where it had been left yesterday.  

He left his room to see the bastard that woke him up leaning against the wall in all his extraness and glory. Remy had sunglasses atop his head, a straw to his lips, and a fake bored expression across his face as he scrolled through his phone.

“Morning,” Virgil sighed, although that didn’t stop a slight smile spreading across his face.

“What, not good morning?”

“Not when I have to wake up to your face, dad”

He didn’t think he’d ever get used to being woken up by Remy, no matter how many times it happened. He didn’t think he’d get used to Remy in general for that matter, from the extra aesthetic that he totally wasn’t jealous of at all too ridiculous caffeinated beverages.  

Remy looked up and smiled, “Good morning to you too, babe. Here, iced tea because your father would kill me otherwise.”

He shoved his phone into his jacket pocket more smoothly than any human should be able to manage with a drink tucked into his elbow, before handing the travel mug of tea over.

Virgil grinned, amused, and took his drink, “The usual, yeah?”

“Of course,” Remy grinned and stood up properly, he was still so much taller than Virgil and it bugged him to no end, “What else would I get my favourite son?”

“I’m your only son.”

Remy only winked and made his way out of the room, with Virgil trailing behind.

Down the hall and to the left, Virgil noted for the billionth time through force of habit, as they arrived in the main living area. The living room, otherwise known as Remy’s domain, was to the right. The dining hall was directly in front of the end of the hallway. The kitchen and front door to the left, as per Virgil’s repetitive observations. He didn’t need to keep track of these things anymore. He’s been in the same house for four years, he knew the layout very well by now, but you know, old habits die hard and all that jazz.

Emile, Virgil’s other dad, was cooking breakfast. Though, cooking was a strong word for what he was doing. He was making toast and cereal.

Virgil sat down at his usual spot at the table and began on his cereal, knowing the toast would take another minute or two.

“Are you how?” Emile greeted with a bright smile, “Sleep well?”

“Only woke up twice,” Virgil replied, returning the smile, “Which I think is an improvement.”

Emile nodded briefly, but Virgil could still see the worry in his eyes. He couldn’t blame him though, Virgil and sleep weren’t usually a happy combination, and he still struggled to get anything close to a full night’s sleep in their home, even after all his time here.

Remy slipped into the kitchen, throwing an arm around his husband, and soulmate “What’s cooking, good looking?”

“Toast,” Emile replied with his usual grin, then an even brighter expression took over his features and Virgil braced himself, “So! I was thinking we could watch this new show, Amphibia together tonight! One of my clients is obsessed and I need to know all of their references.”

Remy laughed, and nodded, “Alright, but remember it's going to be a school night for Virgil now. First day back and all that.”

“Oh no!” Emile nearly wailed, “It is! I forgot!”

Virgil snorted, and looked up at his parents, “It’s fine. I can make it.”

“No, no, you don’t get enough sleep as it is, mister” Emile replied only half reprimanding, “We’ll have to wait until Friday. Ugh, school! Why!”

“Isn’t that my line?” Virgil grinned.

Emile smiled back, “It might be.”

Remy, seemingly satisfied with himself and his troublemaking, sat down at the table and waited for his own breakfast. Even though everyone in the house knew he was the better cook, everyone in the house also knew that it made Emile happy when he got to make anything for them, and Virgil was sure that Remy would eat burnt AND soggy toast and pretend to enjoy it if it made Emile happy.

They were fucking saps, the lot of them. And yet, Virgil quietly hoped that he would be in love like that when he finally met his soulmate.

If you have one, a thought growled. Ok, great, thanks, he thought back sarcastically.

“So, excited to go back to school, Virgil?” Emile asked, sliding plates of toast to each of them and joining them at the table.

Virgil looked up at his father with the closest thing to a combination of both a death glare and a pleading look, “Ha ha. Very funny. Yes, I’m very much looking forward to being surrounded by people again as part of my daily life. It’s going to be great.”

“Gurl, what has your father said about positive attitudes?” Remy asked between bites of the piece of toast he had smothered in jam.

“That I should like, have one, and stuff,” he mumbled into his cereal.

“It’s ok that you’re not looking forward to the whole experience Virgil, school is pretty tough. Can you tell me one thing you’re looking forward to doing as part of it, at least?” Emile asked.

Virgil was silent for a while, pushing his cereal around the bowel and thinking.

“I guess I’m looking forward to seeing Patton every day again, instead of just texting him and meeting up,” he said at last.

Remy and Emile both smiled at that.

“Good! Speaking of Patton, when is he coming over again Virgil, we miss our second son,” Emile immediately jumped at the opportunity to ask.

“He’s busy helping his mum and stuff, just like every other time you’ve asked me this holidays,” Virgil sighed.

“Who taught you that kind of sass, Virgil?” Remy asked, looking at him over the top of the dumb sunglasses he won’t take off.

Virgil gave him the single most deadpan look he’s ever managed, but Remy only grins back.

The conversation drifts after that, along with Virgil’s attention. He enjoys mornings like this with his dads, being able to listen to them talk about whatever, without having to pay too much attention to what’s actually being said, and just kind of wake up slowly.

It isn’t long, however, before he has to leave the table, double and triple-check his bag, and head to school. He doesn't want to. It’s loud, there’s too many people, too much stress and- well, just too much everything. And this year wasn’t going to be any better. Senior year, same shit as every other year but with the added bonus pressure that this is the last one, and his choices count now.

He waited out the front of the school, checking his phone and trying not to look too shifty as most other students went straight through.

“There you are, you sneaky Vixen! Did you think you could slip past me on the first day back?” Patton grinned as he crushed Virgil into a hug.

“Opposite, actually. We agreed to meet here. Over text. Yesterday,” Virgil wheezed from the force of Patton’s hug.

“Well, I’m sorry! It’s just been so long since I’ve seen you!” Patton finally let him go.

“I saw you last week, and you have a standing invitation to visit my house. Pat, this is not that big a deal.”

“Oh, hush you, let me be excited!”

As they finally walked inside along with everyone else, Patton chattering happily in his ear, and smiling widely, Virgil made a prediction. Well, two predictions actually, and they went something like this: One, Patton was going to be the only good thing about the day, and two, everything else was going to range from bearably boring to straight-up awful.

Homeroom was the first example of straight-up awful. The teacher despised Virgil specifically, but then again, it went both ways. Attitude problems and anxiety meant he ranged from ignoring the teacher entirely, or if he was feeling up to it, sassing her, which was not something that usually got you in a teacher’s good books. At least he shared the class with Patton.

History was fine, well, that was one word for it. Boring, and uneventful were more accurate ones. The teacher droned on, and the clock ticked at a snail’s pace. At least the class wasn’t overwhelming, he supposed.

Then there was English.

Now, Virgil was actually kind of looking forward to English, in fact it was his favourite subject. The teacher was bubbly and excitable, to say the least, but Mr Terrence was always sure to keep the content open-ended.

Unlike most teachers, he welcomed alternate interpretations of what they covered, from dark and gritty to overly romanticised and fickle. As long as you could back up what you were saying he didn’t mind what you actually said. Well, as long as it wasn’t something that could get you sent to the counselor, because he did also do that when he was concerned about students. So overall, Virgil considered himself lucky to have him as a teacher for two years in a row.

He also considered himself lucky that their first topic this year would be Shakespeare. Virgil liked Shakespeare. He wasn’t certain why half the time. Maybe it was the sinister themes to the stories, or the dick jokes, maybe it was how easily you could read queer representations into it, especially with the all the plotlines that dealt with same-gendered soulmates.

Whatever it was, Virgil liked it. He liked Shakespeare.

“Macbeth was clearly about the inevitability of fate, everyone that argues that it’s about ambition and human nature are nihilists who don’t see the good in the world.”

He did not, however, like his classmates. Reason number one being statements like that.

He didn’t like more than a few of the other people in his class, but he had already figured that out in years prior, and gotten very used to disliking them. Now there was someone new, catching the class’ attention with his controversial statements.

Virgil could see that the guy was clearly new, and a perfect example of everything he gave a firm ‘no’ in the likeability collum.

From his put-together style, perfect hair and ripped jeans to his red, and white jacket with gold cuffs, this boy oozed ‘popular’ energy. Virgil felt a scowl cross his features just thinking about it.

The moment he’d seen… all that… Virgil had already known he wouldn’t like him. Hate at first sight if you will.

On top of that, he had opened his mouth because you know, class discussions about the meaning of the plays, and Virgil realised that he somehow got worse.

“What are you even talking about?” Virgil found himself arguing before he could stop it, “Macbeth is clearly about ambition and power, not to mention a warning against reaching above your station, like consider your historical context. If Shakespeare was going to make a commentary on inevitability then he would have had soul bonds actually play a role in the plot. In fact, the fact that Lady Macbeth and Macbeth weren’t soulmates supports the idea that the play is about choices rather than inevitability.”

English was usually the class he felt comfortable speaking up in, but it didn’t usually result in the whole class staring at him. They don’t usually care. Fuck, they must like this new kid already, and he’d just basically attacked him before he even knew his name.

The guy was staring at him, wide-eyed, as though he really hadn’t expected to be challenged.

“That’s a very interesting analysis Virgil,” Mr Terrence said, smiling, “Roman, do you have a refute?”

Oh FUCK, Mr Terrence was going to make them debate it. He usually liked this part of his classes- it was a chance to argue his points without it being a ‘presentation’ and with less repercussions if he was right and someone else looked stupid. Today, though, he just knew that it would not end well.

Roman, it seemed the guy’s name was, looked a little shocked both at what Virgil had said and at Mr Terrance enabling the argument.

“Well, uh,” He stumbled for a moment, but then the shining confidence that he seemed to just radiate clicked back into place, “Well, I didn’t expect anything less from the guy who looks like his ringtone is still set to “Welcome to the Black Parade”, but that doesn't mean you’re right! The fact that soulmates aren’t a big thing in Macbeth is because it’s a tragedy, not because of the lack of fate thing. It's a significant trend in all his tragedies, except for Romeo and Juliet. The popular theory here is of course that he was saying that ignoring your soulmate and choosing someone else is fated to make an unhealthy relationship and unhappy lives, like Macbeth and Lady Macbeth.  ”

Oh, so he actually knew some things about the play. That also didn’t mean he was right.

Mr Terrance said nothing, looking at Virgil, waiting for his response. Great.

“That's one of the possible theories, sure. But it’s just that, a theory. It doesn't mean you're right either. He uses soulmates just like any other literary device in his plays, and you said yourself, Romeo and Juliet is a tragedy despite the fact they were soulmates. And in twelfth night, Viola and Olivia were soulmates, but they couldn’t be together because that wasn’t how soulmates worked then, and you know, homophobia, so they could only be friends, and that was still considered a happy ending, so yeah, tell me how not ending up with your soulmate was always awful in his plays and not why Macbeth is about fate, one trick wonder,” Virgil argued, more passionately than he ever had in English before.

“Ok, fine then!” Roman jumped in before Mr Terrance could do anything to mediate, not that he seemed like he would. “If you need more evidence. The witches!”

Virgil waited for him to continue. He didn’t.

“Is that it? Is that your whole point, “The witches”? Damn, and I thought you might actually be worth debating...” Virgil sighed.

He got a disapproving look from Mr Terrance for that one, but he didn’t really care.

“Oh I’m sorry Mr Doom and Gloom, I thought that maybe you were smart enough to figure out what I meant by that, but if you need me to spell it out for you-” Roman started, all bravado and large gestures again, despite the look he was now getting from the teacher

“Oh can it Prince not-so-charming, I knew what you meant by saying that, I just thought you could bring up arguments that haven't been repeated over and over.  “Oh the witches represent fate” “no they were just manipulating him” and so on and so on. Forgive me if I thought you might just be able to manage something above the bare minimum,” Virgil snarked.

“I think that is quite enough,” said Mr Terrance, finally interrupting them with a look, “You have both made some very interesting points, but insulting each other is not the way to continue this debate. Instead, I would like both of you to put together a detailed list of evidence to support your argument for next week, which you can do in place of the standard homework, considering you clearly have a good understanding of the text already.”

Virgil scowled a little at Roman, but nodded. He wasn’t actually particularly upset. These debate assignments Mr Terrence gave out were actually quite fun most of the time, and far more enjoyable to him than the actual homework that covered plot and characters and all the basic stuff.

“Now,” Said Mr Terrence, addressing the rest of the class again, “Let’s move on.”

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