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btw I just want everyone to know that I am in fact CEO of amphilochus I of Argos. Cheers to Greek mythos for making him but I’ll be taking him from here thank you.
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amphilochus
btw I just want everyone to know that I am in fact CEO of amphilochus I of Argos. Cheers to Greek mythos for making him but I’ll be taking him from here thank you.
do you have any headcanons for storm?
Tumblr ate my original response to this ask, and I’m pretty sure a piece of my soul perished with it. Dx But let me try again… I think I started off by saying that I have SO VERY MANY headcanons for Storm, most of which I’ve already developed in fic. So I wanted to use this post to elaborate excessively on some small details I’ve attached to him.
1. When not on the road, Storm lives in Brentwood, in Los Angeles. Brentwood is a rich person neighborhood, basically. XDD For example, according to the most amazing tourism ad I’ve ever seen in my life, Brentwood is filled “A-list brunch spots” with “peaceful, tree-lined streets have been a respite for the rich and famous since the early Hollywood days.”
The add also unironically says that “The Brentwood Country Mart is a genuine local hangout, where celebrities sip coffee and browse high-end boutiques.” Actually, I’m just going to embed the ad, because it seems like it should be a satirical video but it’s 100% genuine:
While not exactly the hip, edgy neighborhood Storm feels would be more on brand for him, Brentwood’s where the family garage is, and he’s not really home often enough to justify owning a separate property in the City. Besides, he has his trailer.
2. Part of his family is Lebanese. I’ve talked about this on this blog before, but his headcanon stems from my insistence that Storm’s carbutt bears striking resemblance to the back of a Lykan Hypersport (a Lebanese supercar). So Storm’s got some supercar in him. But his cousins back in Lebanon are full-on supercar, and they’ve got the specs to match. This, coupled with the fact that their Arabic is far better than Storm’s will ever be, has always meant that whenever his family goes back to Lebanon to visit, his cousins tend not to think he really ‘belongs’ with them.
This isn’t devastating, as Storm doesn’t like them, either, and the way he wants to spend his time Lebanon is to do exactly what he would have done if he were in LA. Their exclusion hasn’t exactly made Storm a friendlier car, however.
Honestly, one of the greatest things about being the Piston Cup Champion is that Storm has too many media engagements and sponsor appearances to make over the off-season to have time for extended personal trips overseas. OH, THE PITY.
(The rest of his family? French, Italian, and a little bit of Chinese manufacture. Storm himself was built in the USA, however.)
3. Storm really likes those little foil-covered chocolate Easter eggs.
@dinglhoppr. ❝ ARE YOU ALRIGHT? IS THERE ANYTHING I CAN DO TO HELP YOU? ❞
"don't touch me." she hates how she stumbles. odette throws out both hands in front of her to break her fall. she scrambles up from the shallow ends of the lake and pushes herself up into a standing position — wobbly legs and all. she reaches for the cloak she haphazardly left the night before to wrap around her. god it was always so humiliating on the rare occasion someone caught her mid turn. it’s hard to ignore the fact that the stranger helped her reach shore in the first place. she probably would’ve drowned if the other didn’t help her. odette wraps the cloak tighter around herself and shivers. she doesn’t recognize the other: a girl with red hair that glows softly in the moonlight with warm, friendly brown eyes. but she doesn’t trust anyone, let alone strangers. especially those who are at her lake ( it’s not let lake, she’s just been staying there. the other woman is the first human she’s seen in a month ). odette wields her words like a weapon and her expressions like a shield. her jaw sets. “who are you anyways? do you just happen to take casual midnight swims?”
baldur's gate 3 starters
what if i just disappeared
would anyone care
did we make it?
yes. yes, we did.