#I’m thinking either nihility or erudition

[haliaiii]

I know it’s gonna be highly unlikely and he’s probably gonna be imaginary but I’m holding hope that Sunday will be quantum bc I barely have any other ones besides qingque and lynx 😭😭

[stellrn]

A possible solution to the universe's problems in the future:

Be your own Aeon.

Every Aeon has a theme of representing an aspect to the extreme. What if there was an Aeon that is nuanced?

To loosely summarise the war between the Hunt and the Abundance: they were incapable of nuance (being one of the factors). Either full immortality or mortality, and no take backsies. The lack of options, the dichotomy, made them think that the gift was the best thing there is.

Not to mention Elation and the lack of accountability, or the Destruction with every major war and genocide. Such extremism doesn't do anyone good. Look at the IPC, even the Preservation can be twisted to give an excuse for the excessively profit-driven corporation.

The war of all the Aeons against each other also means a lot of suffering is because of these higher beings, instead of humans doing it to themselves. It's redundant.

While the solution I am theorising probably isn't any better, putting you on top of existance with all the consequences, it should still remove a lot of unnecessary parts of Aeons.

A human can't represent just a single thing: they aren't only warmonging as the Destruction, uncaring like Nihility, intrusive as the Elation, devoted as the Hunt, protective like the Preservation or loving as the Harmony. They are a mix of everything, both good and bad.

Another thing is that Aeons can be dissolved into an Aeon with the bigger idea. So it might be possible to turn all the Aeons into a soup. (And drink it.)

A theory about the Stellarons is that they are created from the desires of people, or something along those lines. If that is the case, you may represent the will of the people.

Stelle, Aeon of Humanity, Stellaron Prime.

There may be a small problem with that...

It would also mean war againat the IPC, everything based on Aeons, and the universe at that... So eh? Oh well:

"Rules are made to be broken!"

P.S. Unveiling is a good read. Can be applied to Aeons as well.

[Stelle is mind-blown by this ask.]

“You must have a big brain, largechemicalreactor. Is it possible you’re a part of the Genius Society or the Intelligentsia Guild or any other factions of the Erudition?” [Stelle compliments you for this possible solution, which, of course, still has its consequences.]

“I definitely agree, every aeon…is a bit too extreme. As you said, aeons have lack of choices and are just…who they are.” [Stelle shrugs at the last part and then nods her head as she understands what you have to say.]

“Seriously, because most aeons are constantly in war with each other…the people that follow their path follow them too. It causes disharmony is the universe, and that’s when the Astral Express steps in and you know the deal after that.” [Stelle groans in annoyance, wondering why these aeons can’t just live peacefully with each other?]

“Me…as an Aeon? That would be sick! And that’s right too, humans can also have the qualities of two or more paths at the same time. This makes me wonder if there is anyone in the universe that follow two or more paths simultaneously.” [Stelle thinks for a moment before continuing.]

“Aeon soup? That’s a smart idea. I wonder if drinking the mixture of all aeons that could apparently turn into soup could turn us into some omnipotent, omnipresent and omniscient being or something. Just a thought.” [Stelle gives you a smug smile, hearing what you say next.]

“Ah yes…I will represent the people with the power of my stellaron. But honestly, that’s a good point. But, I have a doubt in this one…we all know that Stellarons are seeds of destruction, cancer of all words blah blah. But these…stellarons stem from the power of the destruction, so it’s very likely to be turned into soup by the destruction. I don’t personally like the idea of me being soup.” [Stelle feels a shiver run down her spine.]

“I personally think I should be the Aeon of Trashcans. The most underrated Aeon. And war against the IPC and…yeah okay, I’m not a coward. I bet I can beat their ass!” [Stelle gives a motivated grin.]

[ghostheadcanons]

Your Abusive Ex (Papas + Copia)

It takes a very long time to set up a meeting between an outsider to the church and such a high member of the clergy.

But this person is undeterred. They are erudite, persuasive, and charming to a fault. Their smile makes others weak in the knees, and it’s probably part of the reason they managed to get here today, sitting down to talk with the high clergy member.

The conversation isn’t anything consequential...at least at first. They speak of faith, of world events, of the other, lesser churches in the world.

But somehow, the conversation topic turns to you.

Your lover is suspicious, but the newcomer is nothing but courteous, speaking casually of you and your whereabouts.

It’s not until you enter the room that things become clear.

“Hey, I brought the papers you wante--”

The moment you see the stranger, the words die in your throat. The aforementioned papers fall from your hands as your eyes go wide, your whole frame trembling.

And the whole time, the stranger smiles ever wider.

The love of your life watches you take a step back. You, who never flinched at the ghouls, who never so much as batted an eye at the Ministry’s unsavory practices, were cowering in the presence of a stranger. A stranger who is standing up from the table and walking towards you, arms outstretched as if for a hug.

“There you are.”

He’s seen the scars on you. Whether physical or mental, he knows that someone has hurt you in the past.

And it’s now that he realizes that this ‘someone’ is right here, in this very room.

Papa Nihil:

He actually smiles. It’s a wide, jovial smile. Before your ex can get any closer, the old man pushes himself from his seat and claps a hand on their shoulder.

“Lucifer be praised! It is fortunate indeed that you showed up when you did.”

Your ex stops, their own smile faltering in the face of Nihil’s. The Grand Papa hadn’t been this thrilled the whole time they’d been talking, and suddenly he’s positively giddy.

“...and why is that?”

Papa Nihil’s smile widens into a grin.

“It has been far too long since we’ve had a proper human sacrifice. I believe you’ll do just fine.”

Their eyes widen. They wrench themselves away and try to run through the door, but when they open it, a hissing, growling pack of ghouls is waiting for them.

Papa Nihil claps his hands.

“Make the preparations. Tonight, we celebrate.”

The screaming can be heard echoing through the halls as the ghouls drag them away.

You are in tears, leaning against the wall for support and barely able to stand. Papa Nihil walks to you and pulls you into his arms for a hug. He strokes your hair, murmuring softly to you.

“There, there, cara mia. You are safe now. I have taken care of everything.”

Papa I:

He’s quiet.

The old Papa sets his teacup down gently with a clink! as it rattles against the saucer.

Neither you nor your ex see him get up, but when you blink, Papa I is standing between you and the newcomer.

“I don’t know who you are, and I don’t know what you’ve done,” he says quietly. The anger beneath his words is enough to make you tremble; Papa I never gets angry, but you can tell that right now, he’s furious.

The lights flicker. A nonexistent breeze seems to blow through the room, rattling the windows.

“But the Dark One knows all. He knows every action you’ve taken against this poor child. Leave this sacred place at once, and never return. Or so help me, I will send you to Hell myself.”

They don’t need to be told twice. Your ex goes stumbling out of the room, running as fast as they can to get away from this terrifying man.

But the minute they leave, the lights go back to normal. The wind dies away. Papa I is looking at you, his hands on your shoulders. No trace of that otherworldly anger is left in his eyes; only grave concern for your wellbeing.

“Are you alright, lamb? Did they frighten you?”

You are clinging to him as tight as you can before he can even finish the words, whispering apologies and thank-yous. Papa I hugs you back, letting you tell him everything.

The two of you sit back down to have another cup of tea. He listens to your story and is quick to reassure you.

“Never fear, little lamb. The church is your sanctuary. In here, they will not hurt you ever again. I will make sure of it.”

Papa II:

“How dare you?”

The sharp question is enough to stop your ex in their tracks. Papa II is staring them down, a snarl curling across his features.

“How dare you?”

Suddenly your ex is pinned against the wall by their throat; you cover your eyes, unable to watch as Papa II growls in their face.

“You come into my church, to try and bring harm to my lover? You dare show your face to me--to them--after everything you’ve done to them?”

Your ex can only gurgle in response. Papa II squeezes tighter, leaning in close enough to whisper.

“It will be the last mistake you ever make.”

You don’t see what he does to the person who made your life Hell. The screams die down to more gurgling, with the sound of tearing flesh and breaking bones. By the time it all stops, you are sobbing into your hands, curled up on the ground and unable to process what’s going on.

“Caro. Look at me.”

You feel the cool leather of his gloves against your fevered skin, bringing your face to meet his. There is no blood on him, or even any signs that there was a scuffle at all. His eyes and tone are gentle--a rarity in a man like II.

“It’s alright now. They’re gone. For good.”

You choke out an apology. It’s all you can think to say in a situation like this.

“Hush, now...”

He pulls you into an embrace, letting you cry into his shoulder.

“...I will always protect you.”

Papa III:

Like his father, he smiles.

“Ah!” He says, snapping his gloved fingers. “Hold on a minute. I know you!”

He stands up, walking casually to the door. You and your ex can only stare as he opens it, directing a few of the ghouls inside.

“...what do you mean, ‘you know me?’” Your ex squints. “We’ve never met.”

“Maybe not,” agrees Papa III jovially. “But I know what sort of person you are.”

And here, his smile becomes a malicious grin.

“You like to hurt those who can’t fight back, isn’t that right?”

By now, your Ex knows something is up. They try to move away, but the ghouls are upon them before they can get anywhere. Snarling and hissing, the demons claw and kick at them, but Papa III holds up a hand, gesturing for his bandmates to stop. Grunting, the ghouls hoist up your ex, arms jammed painfully behind their back.

“Well! It looks like tonight, the tables are turned, no?” Papa III looks at you, then gestures extravagantly to the table. “Tesoro! Here is your chance to face your fears. There is a dagger on the table. Give them what they deserve!”

You stand motionless, eyes wide, unable to believe that this is happening. The person who made your existence miserable is here, and right now you have a chance to take out all the anger, all the fear, all the misery they’ve put you through, without any kind of repercussions. Both Papa III and the ghouls are watching you, almost hungrily, to see what you’ll decide.

If you do kill them, Papa III cheers you on, telling you to get them where it hurts.

If you can’t manage to do it, Papa III sighs. He doesn’t think any less of you, though. “It seems il mio tesoro is the forgiving type...”

....before he stabs the person himself, adding cheerfully, “Too bad I’m not!”

Either way, he’ll leave the cleanup to the ghouls and be there to console you afterwards for the rest of the day. Hugging you, listening to you, being there for you.

“They do not control you anymore, carina. Now, you are free.”

Cardinal Copia:

“Get out.”

His growl is punctuated by him slamming his teacup down. It breaks, causing tea to spill everywhere, but he takes no notice.

“What?” Your ex turns to look at him, annoyed.

“I said get out!” Copia yells, pointing towards the door. “You are not welcome here!”

“Really?” Your ex gets a smirk, sauntering up to the Cardinal. “And who’s going to send me away? You, little man?”

Copia’s eyes burn with hatred, and he grinds his teeth. “You will leave immediately, or I will have you escorted out by the ghouls. Out!”

It’s a loud argument, one that everyone can hear, before your Ex finally leaves. “This isn’t over,” they call over their shoulder to you. Copia responds by beating the other person with his cane.

It’s too much for you to handle. You end up running away and hiding in one of the closets, crying.

Some time later, the door opens, and you flinch away from the light--but it’s only Copia, clearly worried for you.

“Topolino?” he murmurs. “Are you in here?”

“Go away,” you croak. “Please. Just go away.”

But he won’t take no for an answer. He manages to coax you out of your hiding place, and the two of you sit over an evening cup of tea as you tell him everything.

Copia assures you that you don’t have to share more than makes you comfortable, but you end up sharing the entire story--everything they did to you, and how frightened you were to tell anyone, because nobody would believe you.

Well, Copia believes you now. He nods at your words, expression both a mix of solemn anger (for them) and concern (for you).

The tea and the talking both calm you down. In fact, you’re so worn out by the day’s events that you decide to go to bed a little early--in spite of the fact that your chores aren’t finished. The Cardinal only encourages you. “Don’t worry, topolino. I will take care of it.”

Oh, yes. He’ll take care of it.

Later that night, he’s standing above an enormous pile of rats. Writhing. Gnawing. Covering your ex completely. They can’t even scream--their cries were silenced long ago by the rats.

Tomorrow there will only be bones left. A mystery for the papers and police, but not even a trivial concern for him.

Cardinal Copia smiles as his captive gives him a pleading look for mercy.

“So sorry, ‘amico.’ I’m afraid it is over--for you.”

[itsmalachitenow]

Ghost Headcanons: Your Abusive Ex (Papas + Copia)

It takes a very long time to set up a meeting between an outsider to the church and such a high member of the clergy. 

But this person is undeterred. They are erudite, persuasive, and charming to a fault. Their smile makes others weak in the knees, and it’s probably part of the reason they managed to get here today, sitting down to talk with the high clergy member. 

The conversation isn’t anything consequential...at least at first. They speak of faith, of world events, of the other, lesser churches in the world. 

But somehow, the conversation topic turns to you. 

Your lover is suspicious, but the newcomer is nothing but courteous, speaking casually of you and your whereabouts.

It’s not until you enter the room that things become clear.

“Hey, I brought the papers you wante--” 

The moment you see the stranger, the words die in your throat. The aforementioned papers fall from your hands as your eyes go wide, your whole frame trembling. 

And the whole time, the stranger smiles ever wider.

The love of your life watches you take a step back. You, who never flinched at the ghouls, who never so much as batted an eye at the Ministry’s unsavory practices, were cowering in the presence of a stranger. A stranger who is standing up from the table and walking towards you, arms outstretched as if for a hug.

“There you are.”

He’s seen the scars on you. Whether physical or mental, he knows that someone has hurt you in the past.

And it’s now that he realizes that this ‘someone’ is right here, in this very room. 

Papa Nihil:

He actually smiles. It’s a wide, jovial smile. Before your ex can get any closer, the old man pushes himself from his seat and claps a hand on their shoulder.

“Lucifer be praised! It is fortunate indeed that you showed up when you did.” 

Your ex stops, their own smile faltering in the face of Nihil’s. The Grand Papa hadn’t been this thrilled the whole time they’d been talking, and suddenly he’s positively giddy. 

“...and why is that?”

Papa Nihil’s smile widens into a grin. 

“It has been far too long since we’ve had a proper human sacrifice. I believe you’ll do just fine.”

Their eyes widen. They wrench themselves away and try to run through the door, but when they open it, a hissing, growling pack of ghouls is waiting for them. 

Papa Nihil claps his hands. 

“Make the preparations. Tonight, we celebrate.”

The screaming can be heard echoing through the halls as the ghouls drag them away. 

You are in tears, leaning against the wall for support and barely able to stand. Papa Nihil walks to you and pulls you into his arms for a hug. He strokes your hair, murmuring softly to you.

“There, there, cara mia. You are safe now. I have taken care of everything.”

Papa I:

He’s quiet.

The old Papa sets his teacup down gently with a clink! as it rattles against the saucer. 

Neither you nor your ex see him get up, but when you blink, Papa I is standing between you and the newcomer.

“I don’t know who you are, and I don’t know what you’ve done,” he says quietly. The anger beneath his words is enough to make you tremble; Papa I never gets angry, but you can tell that right now, he’s furious.

The lights flicker. A nonexistent breeze seems to blow through the room, rattling the windows.

“But the Dark One knows all. He knows every action you’ve taken against this poor child. Leave this sacred place at once, and never return. Or so help me, I will send you to Hell myself.”

They don’t need to be told twice. Your ex goes stumbling out of the room, running as fast as they can to get away from this terrifying man. 

But the minute they leave, the lights go back to normal. The wind dies away. Papa I is looking at you, his hands on your shoulders. No trace of that otherworldly anger is left in his eyes; only grave concern for your wellbeing.

“Are you alright, lamb? Did they frighten you?”

You are clinging to him as tight as you can before he can even finish the words, whispering apologies and thank-yous. Papa I hugs you back, letting you tell him everything. 

The two of you sit back down to have another cup of tea. He listens to your story and is quick to reassure you. 

“Never fear, little lamb. The church is your sanctuary. In here, they will not hurt you ever again. I will make sure of it.”

Papa II:

“How dare you?”

The sharp question is enough to stop your ex in their tracks. Papa II is staring them down, a snarl curling across his features.

“How dare you?” 

Suddenly your ex is pinned against the wall by their throat; you cover your eyes, unable to watch as Papa II growls in their face.

“You come into my church, to try and bring harm to my lover? You dare show your face to me--to them--after everything you’ve done to them?”

Your ex can only gurgle in response. Papa II squeezes tighter, leaning in close enough to whisper. 

“It will be the last mistake you ever make.”

You don’t see what he does to the person who made your life Hell. The screams die down to more gurgling, with the sound of tearing flesh and breaking bones. By the time it all stops, you are sobbing into your hands, curled up on the ground and unable to process what’s going on.

“Caro. Look at me.”

You feel the cool leather of his gloves against your fevered skin, bringing your face to meet his. There is no blood on him, or even any signs that there was a scuffle at all. His eyes and tone are gentle--a rarity in a man like II.

“It’s alright now. They’re gone. For good.”

You choke out an apology. It’s all you can think to say in a situation like this. 

“Hush, now...”

He pulls you into an embrace, letting you cry into his shoulder. 

“...I will always protect you.”

Papa III:

Like his father, he smiles. 

“Ah!” He says, snapping his gloved fingers. “Hold on a minute. I know you!”

He stands up, walking casually to the door. You and your ex can only stare as he opens it, directing a few of the ghouls inside. 

“...what do you mean, ‘you know me?’” Your ex squints. “We’ve never met.”

“Maybe not,” agrees Papa III jovially. “But I know what sort of person you are.”

And here, his smile becomes a malicious grin. 

“You like to hurt those who can’t fight back, isn’t that right?”

By now, your Ex knows something is up. They try to move away, but the ghouls are upon them before they can get anywhere. Snarling and hissing, the demons claw and kick at them, but Papa III holds up a hand, gesturing for his bandmates to stop. Grunting, the ghouls hoist up your ex, arms jammed painfully behind their back. 

“Well! It looks like tonight, the tables are turned, no?” Papa III looks at you, then gestures extravagantly to the table. “Tesoro! Here is your chance to face your fears. There is a dagger on the table. Give them what they deserve!”

You stand motionless, eyes wide, unable to believe that this is happening. The person who made your existence miserable is here, and right now you have a chance to take out all the anger, all the fear, all the misery they’ve put you through, without any kind of repercussions. Both Papa III and the ghouls are watching you, almost hungrily, to see what you’ll decide.

If you do kill them, Papa III cheers you on, telling you to get them where it hurts. 

If you can’t manage to do it, Papa III sighs. He doesn’t think any less of you, though. “It seems il mio tesoro is the forgiving type...”

....before he stabs the person himself, adding cheerfully, “Too bad I’m not!”

Either way, he’ll leave the cleanup to the ghouls and be there to console you afterwards for the rest of the day. Hugging you, listening to you, being there for you.

“They do not control you anymore, carina. Now, you are free.”

Cardinal Copia:

“Get out.”

His growl is punctuated by him slamming his teacup down. It breaks, causing tea to spill everywhere, but he takes no notice. 

“What?” Your ex turns to look at him, annoyed.

“I said get out!” Copia yells, pointing towards the door. “You are not welcome here!”

“Really?” Your ex gets a smirk, sauntering up to the Cardinal. “And who’s going to send me away? You, little man?”

Copia’s eyes burn with hatred, and he grinds his teeth. “You will leave immediately, or I will have you escorted out by the ghouls. Out!”

It’s a loud argument, one that everyone can hear, before your Ex finally leaves. “This isn’t over,” they call over their shoulder to you. Copia responds by beating the other person with his cane. 

It’s too much for you to handle. You end up running away and hiding in one of the closets, crying. 

Some time later, the door opens, and you flinch away from the light--but it’s only Copia, clearly worried for you.

“Topolino?” he murmurs. “Are you in here?”

“Go away,” you croak. “Please. Just go away.”

But he won’t take no for an answer. He manages to coax you out of your hiding place, and the two of you sit over an evening cup of tea as you tell him everything. 

Copia assures you that you don’t have to share more than makes you comfortable, but you end up sharing the entire story--everything they did to you, and how frightened you were to tell anyone, because nobody would believe you.

Well, Copia believes you now. He nods at your words, expression both a mix of solemn anger (for them) and concern (for you).

The tea and the talking both calm you down. In fact, you’re so worn out by the day’s events that you decide to go to bed a little early--in spite of the fact that your chores aren’t finished. The Cardinal only encourages you. “Don’t worry, topolino. I will take care of it.”

Oh, yes. He’ll take care of it. 

Later that night, he’s standing above an enormous pile of rats. Writhing. Gnawing. Covering your ex completely. They can’t even scream--their cries were silenced long ago by the rats.

Tomorrow there will only be bones left. A mystery for the papers and police, but not even a trivial concern for him.

Cardinal Copia smiles as his captive gives him a pleading look for mercy.

“So sorry, ‘amico.’ I’m afraid it is over--for you.”