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Hearing the bark of another raptor, Outsider perked up looking outside of the room he was staying with Team BLCK as he barked as well replying to it. “Urrgh! Urrgh!” he barked waiting for a response.

#we-are-strcng #[The Curious Grimm- Outsider The Grimm Velociraptor]

@we-are-strcng said: ❝ Reading’s for morons who can’t understand pictures. ❞ (( I subscribe to the headcanon that Fenris can't read just cause he was never allowed to, someone help this disaster boi ))

► galavant s2 sentence starters. ( accepting, always. )

Lips part, words on the tip of his tongue and breath at the ready. Dark eyebrows furrow as his mouth just snaps shut. When next he opens his mouth to speak, only one confused syllable is uttered:

"What?"

Garrett looks up at Fenris from the letter in his hand, looking as baffled as he felt. It was only the two of them in the main hall of the Amell estate, standing by the writing desk where letters were piled up. He had opened a few to look through, looking for potential odd jobs for them. The one that he was in the middle of looked promising, but he needed answers.

"What does that even mean?"

#we-are-strcng #▐▌clearing the writing desk. — ‹ ask. ›#▐▌interaction ft. fenris.— ‹ we-are-strcng ›#// o m g.#// a+ headcanon. a+ delivery.#// hawke can help. u.u

❝ Congrats, you’re bros now. ❞

@pissinwalls @we-are-strcng

#GO AHEAD AND LAUGH EVEN IF IT HURTS. ( CRACK. )#A GIRL IN HELL. ( CLEMENTINE MARIA JASMINE CREE. )#LAGJAGLAJGALGAJGALJGA #pissinwalls #we-are-strcng

Aasim, when did you first notice your interest in fire? What is so appealing of it to you?

It’s not something he thinks much about anymore. At least, he tries his best not to. Old habits die hard, he supposes, though it wasn’t like any of it had mattered much in the end. His time in ‘rehabilitation’ for all that it’s worth, hadn’t really made a difference with the way the world is like now. Hell, he figures knowledge in fire-setting was more likely to be useful nowadays if anything, even if he no longer actively partakes in doing it. He shrugs, idly picking at a stray hole his tattered sleeve as he recalls the memories to the best of his ability.

“I was… six years old? Maybe seven. Mom left a lighter laying around, and well - I was always a curious kid. Still am, I guess. I picked it up, and just… started playing with it. I knew it was dangerous, I knew mom would absolutely kill me if she caught me with it - I mean, if she was actually ever around long enough TO catch me - but there was… something about it. It fascinated me, even if I never really knew why. Even now, I still don’t fully understand what had started that initial curiosity.

“And it just sorta… spiraled from there? I’d taken the lighter and hid it in my room, swore up and down that I hadn’t seen it when mom finally noticed it was missing. Whenever I was alone - or more specifically, whenever I’d feel angry or upset, I’d find myself just messing around with it. Flicking it on and off, over and over for who knows how long, watching how it flickered and crackled, hovering my hand above the flame just to feel the heat. Even as a child, I knew it wasn’t, y’know - ‘normal’. But, I didn’t care. It felt… good, somehow. Satisfying. I could literally FEEL all my emotions mellowing out whenever I played with that lighter. Which was… a pretty big deal for me…

“That lighter became a coping mechanism, the only thing I could turn to in dealing with any kind of stress or anxiety. I guess I could go into all the psychological shit that was thrown at me after I got sent here that’d explain it in more literal terms, but to me, it was just… comforting. An escape from everything bad in my life, so much that it wasn’t long before I was totally obsessed with anything to do with fire. The OCD probably didn’t help.

“But of course, what started as mostly harmless curiosity had turned to actual fire-setting pretty quick, and… that was SO much better than just watching the flame from the lighter. It was gratifying, in a way, to watch something burn and know that I was in control of it. That probably sounds kinda morbid, but… I couldn’t control anything else in my life, y’know? At least I had that. It was the greatest stress reliever in the world, and as home life got shittier, the more shit I burned. And I loved it.

“Not to mention that it felt, like - great to be rebelling against my mother - y’know, all things considered regarding her. Even if she didn’t actually know I was doing it for the longest time, I indulged in knowing I was misbehaving like that behind her back, and that while she was away, there was not a damn thing she could do about it. I think that might have been the best thing about it all. But overall, fire was just… my emotional crutch, I guess. Sure, there were definitely way better things to relieve stress and all that, but… that was MY thing.”

He breaks off from his rather lengthy ramble with a deep sigh, chewing the inside of his cheek as he mulls over everything in his head. The confession surprises even himself when it comes. “I… I think I miss it sometimes…”

#we-are-strcng #` gotta preserve what i can ; [ ANSWERED. ]#` gotta have plans b‚ c & d ; [ HEADCANON. ]#[ this got way longer than expected OOF #i got a lotta feelings about this omfg #/if u couldn't tell already/#thank you sm for sending in the question!! <3 ]

"Daniel, where did my wallet go?" Sean asked, searching his backpack with a concerned frown on his face. Did he leave it somewhere, oh god please don't tell him he left it at the market. (( Honestly I just imagined Daniel either "borrowing" it or having used some of their money to buy a Choco-Crisp, hope this is ok to send! ))

While relaxing on the couch, the young Diaz FIDDLED with something residing within his pants pocket. “I’ll eat you later, CHOCK-O-CRISP.” Daniel said QUIETLY AS POSSIBLE.

After hearing that Sean noticed his MISSING WALLET, he removed his hands out of his pocket. “How should I know?” Daniel replied, hiding his brother’s wallet behind him.

#we-are-strcng #c: daniel diaz #⁽ ᵇᵃᵈ ᵇᵒʸ ⁾ || ᴅᴀɴɪᴇʟ ᴅɪᴀᴢ #{ ooc // I really want to do a bad boy daniel plot now. }

we-are-strcng replied to your post:

// it is canon and no one can say otherwise

Mitch becomes a protector because he literally cannot let anyone with SOME semblance of value or good in them to die off. It’s the trope he has: BIG BROTHER INSTINCT!

#we-are-strcng #OOC. থৣ ► ғυcĸ тнιѕ ѕнιт ι'м oυт!#// I just love the trope for him! It works so well and he just immediately defends her #// I call bs on the amount of time they give you for this to happen in the qte #// it's quick and he goes into action to help her

we-are-strcng replied to your post:

// tumblr is the worst sometimes fuckin’, I hope you are okay ;v;

You know what? I’ll manage.

#we-are-strcng #OOC. থৣ ► ғυcĸ тнιѕ ѕнιт ι'м oυт!#// with how often things happen I just need a few calming mantras to soothe my soul #// plus things are being sorted out in the background #// but thank you for checking on me you sweet bean

@we-are-strcng ❤‘d for tiny dragon hawke.

The clicks of tiny claws can be heard on the tiled floor as a fire crackles in the fireplace. Then the flap of small, leathery wings. Before he knows it, the shapeshifter is nestled atop a white mop of hair and looking around the room. As if the hair wasn't a dead giveaway, he inhales, and the scent is familiar. He takes a few steps forward and leans over the edge, which puts him face-to-face with a green eye. Fenris may be seeing him upside-down, but his smile is unmistakable.

#we-are-strcng #▐▌interaction ft. fenris.— ‹ we-are-strcng ›#// look.#// this is adorable.#// i may be using my late bearded dragon as insp. :/#// he may not have had wings but those little claws were precious.