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himbionn · 5 days
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Doodles of the boy(s) cause I adore them so 🩷💙
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unclewaynemunson · 6 months
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"What. The. Fuck."
Over years of living in a trailer park, Eddie has seen his fair share of weird shit. But this right here? This surpasses everything.
Wayne is sitting on the couch in the living room, with an actual baby in his lap and a completely deadpan expression on his face like this is something that happens every day.
"Hey, Ed. Meet Sasha Munson."
"Sasha Munson?" Eddie repeats, hoping that saying the name out loud will make this whole thing less surreal. It doesn't, so he automatically switches right into disbelieving panic mode instead. "Sasha Munson?! What the fuck? She isn't mine, I promise, it's literally impossible, someone must've - Wait, hold on - Is she yours? Aren't you like fifty years too old to knock someone up? What the fuck did you do? Who's the mother? What were you thinking, man, we can't take care of a -"
"Eddie, sit down."
"No, I'm not sitting down, this is ridiculous, what the fucking fuck, we can't -"
"She ain't mine and she ain't yours."
"What the-" It takes a few seconds before Wayne's words sink in. Then, Eddie freezes mid-sentence, giving his brain a second or two to catch up to what Wayne just said.
"Wait, what?" he asks.
He gives the sleeping baby a distrustful look. It's small - too small to be a human, if you asks Eddie. It scares him a little bit.
"Then whose is she?"
"I told ya to sit down, Ed."
And Wayne's voice is so strict and serious that Eddie can only obey.
"Your dad was here earlier."
Those few words are enough to tell Eddie exactly what happened. He immediately feels sick to his stomach. He wants to cover his ears, or walk out of the trailer and never come back. But instead, he keeps sitting, frozen in his chair, and listens to what Wayne tells him.
"Sasha is his daughter. He had this girlfriend, Melody, 'bout a year ago. She's much younger than him, is all I know 'bout her. I think they were kinda serious at the time. But Clyde went and messed it up, of course. Cheated on her. She dumped him. Then showed up again a few weeks later all sobered up and told him she was pregnant. Far as I know, things went okay for a while after that. But she caved right after she gave birth. It took a toll on her, Clyde said. So she needed the drugs again. He left her; he didn't see a way to help her and he was worried 'bout Sasha's safety. So he took Sasha with him and brought her to me. Said he couldn't take care of a baby and that was that."
It is a story eerily similar to what Wayne told Eddie about his own early years, whenever he'd ask him questions about his parents.
Eddie looks at the tiny human in Wayne's arms. Her eyes are closed and her mouth is just slightly agape. She's wrapped in a blanket that has a soft shade of pink, with tiny elephants printed across it.
"He never learns, does he?" Eddie remarks with a sigh.
"He doesn't," Wayne affirms in a soft voice, shaking his head. "But you know what, if these are the consequences of his actions..." He first looks up at Eddie, then down at the baby in his lap again. "I can't even be too mad at him for it."
"Jesus Christ, what a mess."
"Don't think too badly of him, Ed," Wayne says. "He wanted to help them. Both of 'em. But he didn't know how. He did what he thought was gonna be best for Sasha. Just like he did with you. He ain't evil. Just a coward who makes bad decisions."
Eddie swallows thickly.
"We'll make it work," Wayne says with certainty in his voice. "It'll be tight, but we'll survive. We did it before, we can do it again."
Eddie nods.
"You wanna hold her?"
He shifts uneasily. She seems so fragile. He doesn't know a single thing about babies; he is his father's son, after all, not Wayne's, no matter how much he wishes he were.
"C'mon, Ed, she's your sister."
It's only now that Eddie notices how well it fits, Wayne with a baby in his arms. Like he was made to be a father. Like Sasha belongs there. There aren't any pictures of Eddie as a baby, as far as he knows, but he imagines it must've looked somewhat like this scene: the exact same couch, a different blanket, and a younger version of Wayne. One with less wrinkles and more hair; less worn-out by the sorrows Eddie has given him over the years. It's simple for Wayne, in a way it isn't for Eddie's father, and in a way that Eddie fears it won't be for him. To hold her gently and let her sleep to the rhythm of his heartbeat. To sit with her quietly and do nothing else. To give love and patience without expecting anything in return.
Eddie rises from his chair and sits down next to Wayne on the couch. He utters a shaky breath, trying not to show his nerves, and wipes his sweaty hands over his jeans before holding out his arms.
“Just like that,” says Wayne softly while he places Sasha in Eddie's arms.
She's warm and has that specific newborn baby scent clinging around her. She's heavier than Eddie expected. She stirs a little bit and makes a tiny sound, but then she continues her peaceful sleep. He studies her: her closed eyes, her tiny nose, the way her head rolls around helplessly if he doesn't support her steadily enough; the hand that's hanging out of the blanket, with minuscule but fully developed fingers that grab around nothing. He listens to the steady sound of her breathing and imagines the tiny lungs inside her body working on pure instinct to keep her alive. His sister.
He looks up and finds Wayne staring at the two of them with tears in his eyes. He only catches Eddie's gaze for a fraction of a second, then he looks away, to the window on his right side.
“You're wrong, you know,” Eddie says.
Wayne turns his head back to him.
“Bout what?”
“She isn't his. Neither am I.” He looks up from the girl in his hands to meet Wayne's eyes. “We're both yours. He didn't do jackshit for us, just dropped us here with you and ran away. You're the one who raised me, Uncle Wayne, and that makes me yours way more than his. And Sasha? We're both gonna be here for her, every step of the way. We're gonna change her diapers and feed her milk - I don't really know anything else about babies, but we're gonna do all of that, together. We're gonna see her grow up and become a person. She's ours.”
Wayne produces a noise that sounds somewhat like a choked-off sob. He puts an arm around Eddie and drags him closer towards him. He doesn't say anything, but Eddie didn't expect him to. He understands.
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charmeecoffee · 1 month
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radioapple merch coming soon!!!!
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negativespace06 · 3 months
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hey guys
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swingingthehatchetnow · 6 months
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Pete? Trans.
Richie? Trans.
Steph? Trans.
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fruttymoment · 5 months
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This is actually canon in OneShot
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captin-azoth · 2 months
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His name is Larry and he’s my Fren, we’re having soft tacos later
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zabberzim · 21 days
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What if they’d had met when they were young ?
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3rd-world-enby · 1 year
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just so you know, kim is the big spoon
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indrawzcord · 2 months
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me explaining why fiore and ally are sisters (i’m insane)
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xiao-kisserr · 1 year
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"how do you get your lips so nice looking all the time? especially during the winter" they asked, eyes curiously dancing from your lips to the rest of your face. 'how do you get them so kissable looking'
you smiled and took out a small vaseline container and showed it to them. "it helps so much, especially during winter!" you explained, putting some of the cream on your lips.
once done, you began to open your bag so you could put the container back but you caught them staring at it with wide eyes, "wanna.. try it?"
they looked at you with a look of surprise as they hesitated with their answer. "sure"
you were about to hand the container to them but they leaned in and kissed you. it was a short kiss, lasting no more than a second or two but still your face felt warm, despite the winter air. you were blushing lightly as they pulled away from your lips in an almost hurried way, as if they didn't want to get too addicted. you could feel their warm breath hit your face as they stayed close to your lips.
"strawberry flavoured?" they asked, breaking the silence that hung in the air.
"maybe you should kiss me again to see"
Childe, Kaiser, Kazuha, Scaramouche, Reo, Nagi, Kaveh, Cyno
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katsettee · 1 year
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Wow surprise surprise more @linkeduniverse.
I like to think they have the closest to legitimate sibling bonds out of the rest of the crew. Hyrule and Wind keep Legend and Wars humble when they get too big for their britches.
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zappycat · 3 months
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Mr Villain
More like Mr Autism
You expect me to watch this man cry because he doesn’t want to mess up the panda latte art and believe that he’s neurotypical
No
This man will give you unsolicited panda facts and then cry because the pandas in dc were all sent back to china (can he even go to the dc zoo? No he’s in Japan and probably doesn’t know how airplanes work but it’s just the sentiment that he can’t see them)
this man has no brain only a stock image of a panda
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squishydolls · 4 months
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upgraded sketches
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gh0stbeeee · 1 year
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"Hurry, Light! We have to get to the bakery before the strawberry shortcake sale ends!"
"GET THE FUCK OFF OF ME—!"
Extra:
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"AAAAAAAAAH—!"
"L I CAN'T FUCKING SEE—!"
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chronicbeans · 7 months
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I love him sm I wanna project all my mental health issues onto him in the form of headcanons -
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