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DID THEY KILL BABY????

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if this isn't the most terrifying pov i've ever seen

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idk if my takeaway from this stream is that ranboo made a baby with a camera, or that a camera is smushed into baby's face, or that ranboo called baby a mistake

you know, when ranboo said they were doing a "taking care of the baby stream", i was not expecting the stream to be chat pov as the baby inside a literal baby cage with ranboo and charlie leaning over the camera and saying unintelligible things

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charlie trying the dog food and saying "i would finish this" is giving me horror flashbacks to barko the dog in jrwi bitb

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you've heard of baby sensory videos, now try baby sensory vr as ranboo puts their chat through baby simulator by smushing a camera into a baby doll's face

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you've heard of baby sensory videos, now try baby sensory vr as ranboo puts their chat through baby simulator by smushing a camera into a baby doll's face

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the LENGTHS that ranboo has gone for this cursed ass stream is crazy. wdym he bought an autorocking swing for a baby doll????

you know, when ranboo said they were doing a "taking care of the baby stream", i was not expecting the stream to be chat pov as the baby inside a literal baby cage with ranboo and charlie leaning over the camera and saying unintelligible things

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the LENGTHS that ranboo has gone for this cursed ass stream is crazy. wdym he bought an autorocking swing for a baby doll????

you know, when ranboo said they were doing a "taking care of the baby stream", i was not expecting the stream to be chat pov as the baby inside a literal baby cage with ranboo and charlie leaning over the camera and saying unintelligible things

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charlie is now in the cot too

cot is now a wwe ring with coaching a dinosaur plushie and charlie coaching baby

you know, when ranboo said they were doing a "taking care of the baby stream", i was not expecting the stream to be chat pov as the baby inside a literal baby cage with ranboo and charlie leaning over the camera and saying unintelligible things

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charlie trying the stew from the baby milk bottle, saying "you really have to suck on it" nd the immediate REGRET ON HIS FACE with ranboo and moonzy (i think?) dying in the background

i think im gonna be traumatised from this stream

you know, when ranboo said they were doing a "taking care of the baby stream", i was not expecting the stream to be chat pov as the baby inside a literal baby cage with ranboo and charlie leaning over the camera and saying unintelligible things

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you know, when ranboo said they were doing a "taking care of the baby stream", i was not expecting the stream to be chat pov as the baby inside a literal baby cage with ranboo and charlie leaning over the camera and saying unintelligible things

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"What can I say? They love a man covered in blood that's not his." ~ 🪓

Time taken: 1 hour and 37 minutes

Apps used: Ibis Paint X

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me rn because PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE caroline a part 2!!!! idk how you read my mind because i had an idea for camp counselor charlie written in my docs, but camp medic charlie?? a possibility i never considered

how charlie goes from super confident to slightly unsure when he's offering you the jar of sweets? EATING IT UP

i loved this so much ahhhhHHH

tonight we lie awake (stories take us back)

summer camp au where charlie is the camp nurse you can't seem to stay out of his office

TW/ cursing, mention of injury (not graphic), bad attempts at flirting. reader is they/them except one instance of "miss", brief mention of charlie having a tattoo(i don’t make the rules)

more here

Your eyes are on the bench in front of you, a pile of various skateboard decorate the bench, all donated, some in better shape than others. some other consuler at camp complained about spending too much time in one center, sick of being in the lake all day, having pruny hands and telling kids to stop splashing each other, threatened to quit mid summer if they weren't moved.

which is how you found yourself outside of the comfort of the shack you were use to, tucked away in the heart of the camp ground, a wooden porch wrapped around and a screen door that creeks when it opens. it was small, bordered on being a closet, one where you couldn't keep everything in, but it was home and the kids would run to you with the biggest smile on their faces, showing off macaroni art with smiles so big it had to border on being uncomfortable. so it was home the last few summers, and you were fine with that.

this was outside your comfort zone, and you told your boss as much, but with a sly grin he slid your resume back, questioned how you put: up for anything, relaxed, likes a challenge on there if it wasn't true.

you told charlie as much, months later, when he stayed late cleaning up the mess hall, always surprised by what a mess a group of kids could make. a bonfire was happening at the same time, and you were promised a s'mores by a group of small children who routinely chanted "beads! beads!" while your head disappeared into a creaking cabinet for more. friendship bracelets were practically currency here, you learned quickly, a small stack of bracelets from kids that made it impossible to sneak around the camp yard, always pulling them up

you knew of charlie, of course.

everyone had-it was a matter of who said it, who thought differently of him.

Candace, who rolled her eyes when you mention him: "of fucking course i know that asshole. if you see him, he owes me $5 bucks-" you open your mouth to challenge it but she shakes her head:

"he knows what he did."

Sam, who flinched when you mentioned it.

"Stay away from him," she says, her voice is practically a hum as she speaks, low and something you have to strain to hear, "he's bad news. I mean it."

she doesn't elaborate, and you don't have the courage to ask her as much.

fate would bring you two together.

charlie would argue stupidity, but you'd argue they don't pay him for his opinions, and instead to just hand over the damn bandaids, instead of him carefully unsealing them, sticking them to you with the kind of concentration that a child calls for

"Mr.Charlie!"

Look, you didn't ask for the dramatics. but the accident happened so quickly, wasn't even able to put on the brave face before Annie was pulling you (more like yanking you) to the office, barely giving you enough time to yell over your shoulder for your co teacher, Bailey, to keep a watchful eye on them

"i'm fine, Annie. look-"

you're trying to insist but it's to no luck.

"Mr.Charlie will take care of you.” Annie insists, practically rolling her eyes at you, leaving it at that.

Charlie appears almost immediately, half hidden in a cabinet where he's re stocking his ever disappearing stockpile of bandaids and gauze, the latest accident at the makeshift skatepark partially ran him out of business.

"Annie!" he smiles widely, "my favorite patient!"

"Charlie," she shakes her head, "it's miss. they hurt themselves during craft-"

Charlie, who has his hair pushed back from his forehead in the messiest ponytail you'd ever seen, wears shorts and a obviously handmade tie dye shirt, the walkie talkie clipped to the top of his shirt that pulls it down so a tattoo peaks over the top that you can't quite make out-

"and here i was thinking you were just coming to visit me," he pouts before ruffling annie's hair,

"thank you for bringing them in. i'll take it from here."

she looks at his shirt until he leans down, still towers over her as she cups her hand to his ear and whispers into it, the way his eyes narrow as they scan over to you, the smirk that pulls at his lips.

"ah," he nods, "i got it from here."

if you weren't so afraid it was a symptom of a concussion you could swear there was a hint of an accent in there.

annie nods, holds her hand out in front of you in a way that seems very similar to someone telling a dog to stay, before darting out of the small cabin.

"if you give her like, two minutes to get back to camp i can sneak through the back door and get out of your hair."

he laughs. the bastard laughs.

"and risk my medical degree? i don't think so." he's back to the cabin, riffling through it before he appears with a small clear tub at his hip. groaning, thinking you'd get out of this easier as he drops to his knees in front of you-

"what medical degree, exactly?"

he laughs, the gauze inches from your face:

"are you questioning my medical degree when you're quite literally bleeding?"

"you not answering makes it more suspicious, just so you know."

he laughs, dips the gauze in some dark liquid before it comes in contact with your face:

"noted," he says gently. he doesn't say anything, but hums gently as he blots at your face.

"it's charlie, by the way." and when you don't answer back immediately, don't indulge him with your name like he's use to, "for later googling. when you're looking up my credentials, no doubt."

"depends on how good a job you do." you grumble back, still mad your missing your favorite project of the year.

he laughs: "i see. my google review depends on it."

his thumb rests under your chin as he tilts your head, his eyes narrowed as he checks you out, ignoring the growing red on your face:

"¡ think you'll be okay," he sighs, "hold this." he hands over one of the ice packs for you to hold and with an eye-roll you obey, holding it onto your face, feeling like you're in middle school again.

he makes his way to his desk, comes back with a small mason jar with brightly colored sweets at the bottom.

“what’s this?”

"all the patients get a bandaid and a sweet?" it's a question, not a statement, suddenly unsure of himself, not the confident charlie you'll later know.

"it helps, yknow?"

"pass," you say again, "look, can i go? it's just a scratch-"

he shakes the jar at you once more and you know you aren't leaving without one. making sure to make a big show of it, you roll your eyes, finally accepting the treat.

"most kids at least say thank you."

he says gently, his voice is low and quiet, unsure of itself.

"thank you."

you try to sound genuine, because your face isn't bleeding anymore and that alone is a reason to be nice, but you're unsure what to say of him, all the warnings you got before are running through your head-

"i owe you one."

it comes out before you can stop yourself, and you're about to open your mouth, take it back, but finally he’s laughing "yeah," he says, "alright, ill hold you to that."

"right," not going to let him have the last word,

"sure."

"sure," he agrees, "i'll see you tonight. the dining hall."

you shrug, acting like it won't be nice to finally have someone to sit next to.

"sure."

your feet guide you to the door and you beg for them not to betray you, not to fall-

"it's a date."

he calls back and that's enough for you to race out before he can see how permanent red he makes your face, or how steady your heartbeat in your ears are.

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omg this is the first time someone is drawing an idea of mine AHHHH tag me when you post! i wanna see it i'm so excited!!!

i would like to retract my previous statement and say that THIS CHARLIE FIT

would be so good in a slasher movie type au. it's giving "there's a creepy serial killer on the loose who keeps coming for me and somehow i'm still alive". alternatively also "hey your bathroom mirror is pretty good for selfies, anyways knife you later"

DO YOU SEE THE VISION!!!

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Speaking of Latino/Hispanic drinks, have you tried a Jarritos soda? If not you definitely should try Mandarin

oh? not yet, but i'm gonna keep a look out for it! im gonna visit spain too so if i don't find it in portugal, i'll look for it while im in spain. thanks for the rec! i'll keep you posted heh :)

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@crows!! i found guarana in portugal and of course i had to try it because mr philza minecraft said it changed his life

it's pretty good! very sweet but i see how this would be amazing on a hot day

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i would like to retract my previous statement and say that THIS CHARLIE FIT

would be so good in a slasher movie type au. it's giving "there's a creepy serial killer on the loose who keeps coming for me and somehow i'm still alive". alternatively also "hey your bathroom mirror is pretty good for selfies, anyways knife you later"

DO YOU SEE THE VISION!!!