I Don't Think I'll Ever Be Normal About Him And I Accept That Fate.

You gotta excuse his 1920's ass, he's still learning slangs

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why do so many “icarus and the sun” artworks and stories portray the sun as a woman? do y’all know who controlled the sun? apollo. icarus is gay as fuck, y’all.

rain’s big screen moment

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Fallout | Season 1, Episode 7

Copia & Phantom ficlet.

Platonic and sfw

rite here rite now related headcanon under the cut

in which, Phantom has parental issues

Copia has noticed that Phantom hasn’t been eating dinner with the pack lately. He’s been uncharacteristically quiet and isn’t getting up to any trouble with Swiss. His sex drive is low and non existent and he prefers to keep to himself.

Eventually, Copia brings it upon himself to check on the Ghoul. He finds him sitting on his bed, knees drawn up to his chest. He is still in his uniform but his helmet and boots are cast aside.

“You’re not Papa anymore,” sniffles Phantom.

“Ah, no. But I am still here,” Copia says. He stands before the smaller Ghoul. Those words accompanied by an affectionate smile, not quite understanding the gravity of what Phantom is saying. “I am just. Frater Imperator. But also, still Copia.”

Another sniffle. Phantom looks up at Copia with misty eyes and a trembling bottom lip.

“But you’re not going to be… my Papa anymore.”

And then it clicks.

All the times Phantom has crawled into bed with Copia on nights when he couldn’t sleep— when thunderstorms shook the windows or when his pack mates had gotten into a fight. Of all the times he bounced around and showed off on stage, only to glance over at Copia to see if he was paying attention.

“Oh,” says Copia. He stops at the edge of the bed and frowns. He cups Phantom’s face between his hands. Gloved thumbs drying his eyes. “I will always be your Papa,” he clarifies. “No matter the change in status.”

They fall asleep that night in each other’s arms. Copia holds his boy to his chest and strokes his hair while the Ghoul fidgets in his sleep. Copia has given his life to the Ministry and had no time for a child.

No time for a son.

He presses a kiss to Phantom’s forehead.

“Sleep well… my precious Ghoul,” he murmurs.

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