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Guys, I am genuinely concerned for Chase…his dreams are so dark! Like, sometimes their sweet, like dreams about the forest, but if it gets on the topic of people…let me just say someone usually ends up murdered.
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@rae When are you NOT concerned about Chase???
bc I’m concerned about him all the time😭🖤
✨ who the Son sets free is free indeed ✨
Ellie
“Just us.” She shrugged.
(Sorry it’s short)
“Nothing says autumn like slurpin’ apples.” -my uncle
I know, the poor baby!
But, I’m not concerned for him when he falls asleep on the shoulder of someone he before wouldn’t even talk too…it’s just beautiful when he accepts his foster family <3 and afterwards, I won’t be worried when he finally understands and gets saved, but that’ll be a while in the future. Rn, he’s just discovering who God is, which is also beautiful.
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Paxton
Paxton blinked in shock and confusion as the bear was shoved back into his arms. A frown flickered across his face; a pinch of hurt squeezing his heart strings.
But then he saw Seb’s tiny smile, lighting his eyes.
He squeezed Hope, fingers rubbing against the bear’s tummy. He sucked in a breath, forcing his own smile, although he still didn’t entirely understand Seb’s reaction to the treasured stuffy, it did seem to have some of the affect he’d been hoping for…
(Btw don’t take this wrong Whaley (: he just can’t understand why anyone wouldn’t take Hope and adore her like him XD. Not that Seb doesn’t adore her, but Pax is just so attached, ya know.)
He sat back down on the end of Marcel’s bed, Hope squeezed against his chest. His eyes roamed around the room before landing on the unconscious boy’s form.
His brows were furrowed, eyes dancing behind closed lids.
He seemed…restless.
Paxton frowned, nuzzling against Hope’s head.
“O-Okay…?” He whispered, looking at the boy and then at Marcel, Lukas and the others.
Lukas frowned, looking at the others as if unsure, which made Paxton more anxious. He fiddled with Hope’s paws and then tugged at Marcel’s blanket with one hand.
“N-Not o..o..o-k-ay?”
#IfMarcelDiesIRiot
#ProtectMarcel
#ProtectSeb@freed_and_redeemed WHEN DID YOU COME BACK?! SOBBBBB *hugs till you DIE*
I was seriously so so so sad when u leeeeeeft I couldn’t even say goodbye….
#IfMarcelDiesIRiot
#ProtectMarcel
#ProtectSebARE YOU TWO READING MY MIND?! THIS IS CREEPY!!! Literally as I read Paxton’s POV, I was thinking that I should have Chase wake up prematurely because of a bad dream, then suddenly I see that you wrote he was troubled in his sleep! Like, what’s goin’ on?!
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@rae ROFL!!! I’m just that good *dramatically goes to put on sunglasses. Pokes self in eye.*
OW OW OW XD
#IfMarcelDiesIRiot
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#ProtectSeb@whalekeeper @godlyfantasy12 @esther-c
Changed my mind, don’t feel like typing it out again…so I reposted this, yes past tense, because Wyoh ate it!
Just for context, white eyes for Chase means pain and/or stress.
Chase
The Forest. His place of peace. He felt himself falling into a sweet bed of moss, dry and warm with a relaxing earthy smell. Around him, there were little creatures, chittering and chattering to themselves, sometimes looking at him as he lay there, still but watchful. The leaves of an ancient tree swayed above him. He rose, and walked through the forest, breathing in the familiar smells. Flowers, earth, creatures. The little group of animals followed in his wake, slowly multiplying. But as Chase walked, things grew darker. Not as in the light, but them themselves. The leaves were rotten, the roots exposed and dry. The flowers hung their heads, and most were brown and waterless. Even the moss looked sickly.
Chase turned around, wishing to ask the little creatures what was wrong with the Forest, but he found them laying still on the ground. Horrified, Chase tried to run back to where there was the warm bed of moss, but he found it dead and brown, coarse, not soft. Even the ancient oak had a sickness in its core.
A black hand touched Chase’s shoulder. Chase moved away, pressing against the oak, and turning to see a man in black with masked face.
“W-Wha…”
“The forest is cursed. You can restore the forest, if you save it’s queen.” The stranger then began walking, only stopping at the edge of the core of the forest, which was cleared and made barren. He pointed with a gloved finger at the castle, rising in now stained and scarred glory, patrolled by a serpentine dragon.
Chase didn’t need to be told, he knew they had to destroy the dragon first.
As dreams go sometimes, it was incredibly easy, and the defeat of the dragon was in such a hazy dreamish way, Chase could not tell how it was done. All he knew was they were now before the queen, and Chase forgot everything else as he stood there.
Her eyes were green, with a freckle of brown in the left and slight traces of orange ocre in both. Her hair was long and curling, and she was smiling an unforgettable smile.
She was his mother.
But before Chase could open his mouth to speak, his black clad companion drew a sword, approaching to slay the queen. In dream fashion, Chase reached for a sword that had not been there before this entire time, and found the blade to be stuck in the hilt. Also in dream fashion, when he tried to run to save his mother, he found his legs were like lead. All he could do was watch as the assassin approached her. She called his name, and he reached out his hand, tears sliding down his cheek.
The Assassin’s blade was raised over his head, and as the blade was mid way in it’s path, and just as Chase was calling out, he awoke, his irises white rimmed with pale grey.
He suddenly realized his cry of “Mom!” Had been out loud. He also realized he was in a strange place, with Fynn, Lukas, Marcel, the boy who had been with him when defeating the demon, and one little boy who had been in the strange shop that served something tasty called “blue raspberry”. The last boy he didn’t reckonize.
Chase tried to make himself small, sliding under the covers so that only his exhausted eyes slightly peeked over the edge.
I tried to shorten it, and fear it to be cringy and not at all like my usual nature-themed things but oh, well
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Hugo
“They’re sausages!” Hugo burst out laughing. “…Strings of meat!”
“Oh! …Why would they be in strings?”
“That’s just how they’re made. I’ll tell you a secret.” He leaned to whisper in her ear. “They taste best dipped in maple syrup.”
Nar wrinkled her nose. “I’m not sure i want to know what that is.”
“You’re probably right. I almost wish I didn’t carry the burden of knowledge. If we’re being serious… I know your call is to be a healer, mostly for your brother’s sake. How did you come to that? Why aren’t you training to be a fighter, or a scientist?”
He knew what answer he would give, but how did Nar think?
Marcel
Chase woke up with a knee-jerking cry. “Mom!”
“This is why everyone should have insomnia,” Seb puffed from under the covers.
“You’re awake!” Marcel’s spare wing flopped in a tired salutations. He waited a minute for Chase to recover a little, and respectfully refrained from asking about the dream. Some things were better left assumed than said. “Thank you for the help today. You were cool, and I owe you one.”
He let Pax hop back on his lap, and rearranged the blankets while keeping an eye on Chase.
“Everything is a mountain”
So, recently Chase and how he speaks has been on my mind.
When I first made him up, he spoke normally, just preferred not to speak at all, when I rped with him, I decided he was the person who stuttered when unfamiliar. After a while, I decided his stutter should be normal, but now I’m thinking about giving him slight Aphasia.
Aphasia is when someone has had damage to the side of the brain that understand language. Giving Chase’s past with an abusive father, it is possible hat he had brain damage from an injury.
According to Mayoclinic,
A person with aphasia may:
Speak in short or incomplete sentences
Speak in sentences that don’t make sense
Substitute one word for another or one sound for another
Speak unrecognizable words
Have difficulty finding words
Not understand other people’s conversation
Not understand what they read
Write sentences that don’t make senseChase won’t have all these symptoms, but I want to play around with some of them.
I’m thinking about specifically giving him Broca’s aphasia, which according to healthline is,
If you have Broca’s aphasia, you may be able to comprehend what’s being said but be unable to speak fluently because your brain isn’t able to control the fluency of your speech.
This may make you very frustrated, since you know what you want to say but can’t get the words out the way you wish to.
Symptoms of Broca’s aphasia include:
poor or absent grammar
difficulty forming complete sentences
omitting certain words, such as “the,” “an,” “and,” and “is” (a person with Broca’s aphasia may say something like “Cup, me” instead of “I want the cup”)
more difficulty using verbs than nouns correctly
difficulty articulating sounds and words
difficulty repeating what has been said by others
trouble with writing sentences
difficulty reading
problems with full comprehension
difficulty following directions
frustrationanyways, those are my thoughts.
I need to do more research on the subject, and i’ve never written speech disorders other than a stutter so either tis will be really good or really bad. So, yeah, that’s all.
"You need French Toast."
Oops, I forgot the tags XD Oh well
Yeah I’m glad too!! Hopefully they dont watch all of it without me though, like they did with Hilda.
how DARE anyone touch a single hair on Seb’s head.
I sincerely apologize for their daring 😳😅
ARE YOU TWO READING MY MIND?!
*Puts on sunglasses like Godly* *strikes dramatic pose while blowing bubblegum*
Anyway, the Aphasia could work. You would have to go all in if you give him the full diagnosis, though. Either you only suggest speech problems and never give a specific condition, or you have to go all in.
“Everything is a mountain”
Yeah, I don’t really want to diagnose it, just give him some of the symptoms and kina leave it at that for now. For one thing, that means if I write it wrong, I won’t be so upset when I find out XD
Nar
“Because everyone in my family is a fighter or scientist, I guess. Jr’s a fighter. Nathan, my other older brother, is a scientist. Marco is a fighter too. My father ended a war, and is famous for his swordplay. My mother is also a fighter. Everyone in my culture is a warrior, I’m just different. And I like to solve problems. Jr is my main reason, for almost everything i do. I still remember when I tried to hold his hand, but it was to cold. When he gets like that, nothing warms him, and only the medicine from the stamin of a flower can make the symptoms hide for a little longer. If little Seb had such a disease, would you not want to learn all you could just to find out how to cure it one day? Would he not do so for you? Jr has a chance to be immortal. I am mortal, I will only live to be about 175, but he can live on, if his disease is cured. Otherwise, it will slowly kill him.” Suddenly, she laughed. “Besides, who else is gonna patch him up when he’s been fighting again? he needs a personal healer!”
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Chase
“S-sorry.” He tried to form his lips to some word, but he got frustrated when the noises that came out were not the ones he intended. Chase gave up trying and relaxed into the coziness of the covers and bed, resting his tired eyes.
Chase still has not forgotten. when will he realize that he doesn’t have to keep apologizing?
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