#headcanons: venice

[mobius-fields]

What if I made a Venice the Hedgehog muse?

Maybe an older brother to Silver? Perhaps he perished or became MIA during the battle with Iblis? One of the fascinating facts about OG Silver’s background as Venice was he was to be an alien from outer space.

What if Venice and Silver come from an alien race that was rivals/nearly wiped out by the Black Arms? Similar to the Black Arms/Shadow, their race could use Chaos Control? They had an ample supply of the magical stones and that’s why the Black Arms attacked, depleting every gem resource they could find until the planet effectively died? Mobius/Earth was far away from the reaches of Black Arms (or so they thought) and the presence of the chaos emeralds and master emerald gave them hope of starting anew there?

But then the Iblis Trigger and whatnot happened. Already too weak from surviving the Black Arms the remaining fought to stay alive and as 200 hundred+ years pass the memory of their old planet and chaos energy is forgotten? Which is why when Sonic the Hedgehog (2006) happens Silver and the others are surprised that he too can induce chaos control. He had no idea his people came from elsewhere where chaos energy was once abundant?

Silver would have been born post Iblis’ release. Venice and him could effectively be the last of their kind (or that they are aware of) and in Silver’s childhood his brother passed down tales of some fabled land and magical stones, both unaware it was a verbal passing of their people from before the disasters. It would never occur to Silver again until after the events of his future being saved. Going in search of his brother and remembering the stories, beginning to wonder if there was some truths to them after all?

[itz-pandora]

HEDGEHOGS

Amy made hedgehog statues for the gardening club (and Nick too ig)

[princessofghosts-posts]

[Headcanon]

One of the most things that I'm obsessed with is the fact that Nico is italian,he is from Venice,Northern Italy. And Italy (and the rest of Europe) in HoO is seen as this mysterious and dangerous land,and any demigods that will try to go there will either break the ancient laws,travelling in the Mare Nostrum,or die in a very horrible way because of the monsters that live there. Italy is this extremely dangerous place for demigods,and then you have Nico di Angelo. Nico di Angelo that lived there. Who lived in the same city of the god Triptolemus,the same city that is full of katobleps,and probably some sea monsters or deities too since Venice is city on the water. And I will always be mad about the fact that no one ever pointed it out.

Like,what do you mean the most dangerous place for their existence is the homeland of the son of Hades? What do you mean he grew up in the same town that Frank plowed,full of monsters,with no problem? What do you mean he lived where no other demigods couldn't? Like,what?? I can totally see some of the Seven (especially Leo and Jason) freaking out about this. And the fact that Riordan never expanded it. I don't know if there are other european demigods in the books,but you can't just say that those lands are forbidden for them,and then have the children of Hades live there without a care in the world.

Also Maria's family was also quite well off since her parents were politicians (she was probably also a noble woman at the time) and she and Hades met for that very job. I just know that she took her children,when she could (before the war and the holocaust),traveling around in and out of Italy. So,I can totally see Nico watching the cities under them,while they were traveling in the air,and having random flashbacks about some holidays he had there with his family.

Rome,Bologna,Venice: they are all points of tourist interest in Italy,every years both italians and foreign people come to see them. So,like,imagine that when he get out of the jar,in the Colosseum,he is just like :"I didn't remember this being part of the tour last time I went here." Or in Venice,looking at the monsters he is like: "Now,when I was little,there weren't so many of you. Where the hell you all came from? I've been gone only for 73 years." Can't remember if he stayed in the Argo II during their stop to Bologna,but I can just picture him looking around the city (either walking in the streets or up in the ship) and talking shit about it because of some old city rivalry (Italy has a lot of those-).

Forever mad that we couldn't expand this part of Nico's backstory. Travelling in Italy and going to Venice could have been the perfect plot point to make him recall his lost memories (also the angst and trauma would go>>>>>),but Rick didn't do shit about it.

Forever pissed about this wasted opportunity.

[temtamtom]

do you think vene has his own art gallery somewhere in venice or rome and everyone knows that the personification of Italy owns it so it's like...super popular ?

I like the idea of nations being public figures, so I think there'd be quite a few exhibitions dedicated to his art in more prestigious, well-known museums. They'd be pretty vast collections, focusing on his evolution throughout the centuries, Italian history through his eyes, and even his own personal story as Feliciano and not just a nation/state. He's lived such a long life and has such an expansive body of work, I imagine there'd be something new at every exhibition.

If he had his own gallery, I think it'd be set up in one of his homes so he doesn't have to manage even more properties (and soend even more money RIP). It'd probably be in a home that he doesn't use that much. That way, he doesn't have to worry about tourists sticking their noses in his private home, lol

[purplepentagon]

hi read about our au ft. art from my brother again yayyipeee

venice has a kin tumblr hes altermobian thats frekaing awesome

this au is based a lot off our own experiences so its very dear to us and also has lowkey kept our sonic interest alive so thank you venice for letting me to continue to draw on my soncic tumblr (we love venice here)

[lucius-i-ran]

The sound of a basketball going through the hoop, cheers rising, slaps on the shoulder and laughs. The air was nose-numbing and Will was actually convinced he caught a glimpse of Frosty the Snowman strolling around but all he and his friends needed was some extra sweater, a gallon of warm, rigorously unsweetened tea and the sun shining on their backs.

"Do something with that damn ball, Solace! My shoes will freeze on the damn floor"

Heavy breaths, steps and soles grating the ground. 

"Shut up, Cecil" a frustrated huff parted Will's lips, his breath suddenly visible. Will had always been good at athletics and generally physical stuff. He was a marvel in P.E. and he basically grew up on meemaw's farm doing all sorts of chores; but damn Cecil needed to give him a break. He had only been playing basket for three months. 

He was a wonder alright, but not that much.

Will looked at the basketball in his red and unnaturally warm fingers. In a confused and irritated jam, he tossed the ball, a little too hard, not clear what he was aiming for. 

It went over the edge of the field. It bounced once, then a second time, then a third one, out of their sight and "Ow!" a small voice whined.

A blissfull but brief moment of silence had the nearby tree nymphs thanking the gods; but a basketball field full of eleven year olds can only be silent for so much time.

"Go get the ball" Cecil demanded

"Why me?" Will barked back 

"You tossed it there on purpose!" 

"No I didn't!"

"Then you're a ham!"

"Am not"

"Totally are" 

Will felt his freckled cheeks get hotter 

"I'll go just b'cause I know that if I stay here I'm g'nna have t'hurt you" and he went searching for the ball, stomping his feet (and almost eating it because of the icy floor).

Of course, being the caring and thoughtful healer that he was (and that no one appreciated) he didn't forget about the poor guy that had to suffer the might of Will's absolutely calculated toss. After retrieving the basketball, he followed the direction of that tiny, high-pitched voice.

On the grass, just behind the public restrooms nearby, a small boy sat with figurines and cards scattered in front of him. His small and olive hand place on his head, massaging his jet black hair.

Will cleared his voice and sniffled "Sorry"

The boy looked at him with a little pout and a line crossing right bewteen the furrowed brows.

"You okay?" 

The boy nodded, his face muscles relaxing a bit.

Will knew he had a relaxing effect on people. Mostly. Probably. 

"Basketballs are pretty hard, they can really rattle your head y'know. You sure you don't want an ice packet?" Will got concerned in real Apollo kid style.

The boy shook is head. 

"You new here?" 

He nodded again.

"Hey Solace! The game isn't over" Kayla yelled from the field. Will looked down at the freezing cold basketball in his hands and then over at the boy.

A scarf made of thick red wool was covering most of his face, but Will could still see his bright red cheeks from the cold. He looked like how Will pictured the orphan boys from Charles Dickens's books his momma used to read him. He couldn't have been that far from Will's age. He remembered so much from his first weeks on Camp, alone and miserable. Will also remembered how his siblings and friends had been patient and kind enough to warm him up, going unimaginable distances to welcome him in the family. 

He tossed the ball back at his friends.  "You go on without me" he yelled back. 

Questioning glances and shoulder shrugs were shared but Will could not give two hoots and sticked a hand out to the boy.

"William Andrew Solace, Apollo Cabin, age 11 and blood type B. Everyone calls me Will, pleasure to meet you" he bared his teeth in a wide smile, like he always did.

The boy studied it for a while "My sister told me not to speak with strangers when she's not here" 

The boy got a funny little accent. Will liked that and mentally checked one little box on his imaginary Things I Could Bond Over With The Newbie list.

"Well.. where is she?" Will quickly understood that the question stung a little, because the little line between his brows was back.

"On a" he put two fingers up and mimed quotes  " 'quest'. With strangers" he strongly concluded.

"So what are you gonna do, not talk to anyone until she comes back?" 

Will could basically hear the thoughts in the boy's black haired head, like one could hear an old computer's fan. Then, after pondering for quite a while, the boy hesitantly took Will's hand and shook it. "Niccolò Marco di Angelo. or- ah.. Nico. I'm not sure what cabin yet" he looked down at his game "and uhm.. blood".

Will looked down at the game, too. "Whatch'ya playing?" 

"Mythomagic" 

"What's that?" 

A glint flashed in Nico's eyes, like had been waiting centuries for someone to ask him. "It's this, like, super cool card game where, like, you have cards with gods and- and monsters and they have powers and points. Best game ever" he sniffled from the cold "You can even collect figurines!" He studied the plastic little guys spreaded out and finally reached for one "This is the Apollo one" 

Will, like the massive nerd he was, could only take it and stare in awe "Cool.." he whispered.

"You can keep it, if you want to" 

"Seriously? I couldn't- I mean.. it's yours"

Nico shrugged "It's okay, Apollo is not the rarest one. I've got like three of him. I've been searching for the Hades one for a while, though"

"Thanks.." Will muttered and he studied the figurine a little more. "It's like Yu-gi-Oh!" 

Nico grew that little wrinkle between his brows again, like Will just blubbered the most deranged sequence of words to ever be uttered  "You do what?" 

"You're not from here, are you?" 

Nico looked in the distance, like he was trying to recall something "I'm not sure" 

If both their attention span could be measured and summed, on a scale of one to ten the number would probably not go over 0.8; consequently, the topic was forgotten just as quickly as it was introduced. 

"Why are you playing behind the bathrooms, though? People play games on the lunch tables all the time" 

Nico got a little pout. 

"I did! But some kids said I was lame and playing with dolls. They called me a nerd. I don't even know what that means!" 

"I bet it was the Stolls" Will squinted and seethed between his teeth. 

"Connor and Travis?" 

Will nodded and just as quickly, Nico vigorously shook his head like his life depended on defending the Stoll's honor. "No, they would never do that! I think they like blackjack better but they never teased me" 

"Well, that's weird. Last time me and my friends played DnD they picked on us for like a month! How can you come up with at least forty jokes a day, everyday, for thirty days straight?" Will shook his head and threw his hands in the air in exasperation "The Hermes kids, I swear"

Nico got a pout again, this time it was a little more sorrowful "If my sister was here, she would have totally kicked their butt" he sighed "She's awesome, you know" 

"Something happened to her?" 

"Nothing! I mean, I think nothing happened. She just went on this quest, alright? But I can't shake this feeling that something bad is going to happen" 

Will made a face that said 'yeah, tell me about it' "I understand, y'know" he said "It's the worst when my siblings go on missions. It's scary, but they always come back" he smiled, reassuringly. 

Then Will felt the warmth from the imaginary light bulb that appeared on his head. "You should come play DnD with us. You'd love it!" Will wasn't sure actually. Mythomagic sounded almost nothing like Dungeons and Dragons, but this Nico di Angelo kid looked friendly and nerdy enough. 

"What's that?" 

"It's this game where you meet with a bunch of friends and you go on, like, this cool imaginary adventure where you explore dungeons and, you know.. you fight dragons. You also get to create your own character!" 

Nico's eyes lit up "Sweet"

Will thought anyone with an average level of social skills would understand how definitely not convincing the proposal sounded, but Nico must have been a real, huge nerd or very, very lonely. The two didn't mutually exlude each other. 

"We meet every friday in the Dionysius cabin at five in the afternoon"

Nico nodded and Will started to get up 

"Great! See you then, di Angelo. Oh and, try to be on time, the harpies are not that nice to demigods up past the curfew"

5:08 p.m. Will and his friends were all there but no signs of Nico. 

"C'mon Will, it's freezing"

"I'm sure he's coming, Kayla. He just got here, so maybe he got lost" 

His sister shook her braided head. She wasn't there to play DnD. She was nothing like the nerdy type to get into stuff like this, actually. She was more like the jocks that shoved guys like Will in lockers. Will was actually very much surprised her dad got her to see Star Wars; he was even more surprised when he found out she liked it almost as much as he did. Almost. It was difficult to reach Will's level.

Kayla was just kind enough to escort Will to the Dionysius cabin so that the other kids knew better than to tease.

Steps were heard from behind. It was one of the kids he was supposed to be playing with ten minutes ago. "Ten minutes, Solace!" she scolded "We're giving you another ten, then we start without you" 

5:16 p.m. and no sign of Nico di Angelo. 

Will waited around another minute. For some reason a horrible feeling of dread grasped his stomach, like something awful happened and he so desperately wanted to see Di Angelo come out of the light blizzard to ease all of his bad thoughts. 

He tried to ignore the cold slipping into his coat, cupping his hands in front of his mouth and blowing some hot air, clinging onto hope until the very last minute. 

Eventually, feeling his nose falling off from his face, he got inside. 

The warmth engulfed him but that bitter feeling in his stomach didn't melt away.

"Isn't di Angelo that sandwich place on 62nd?"

"I heard he had a fight" 

Three days had passed from friday and Nico di Angelo was still missing. For some reason Percy, Grover and Annabeth pushed for the best demigods to go with them, searching for him.

And they did. They went on without pauses, three days and not only the little guy disappeared from the face of the earth, but nothing seemed to get them to track him. No traces, no footsteps, no nothing.

It was like he just dissolved into thin air. With monsters roaming around and Luke's army on the hunt, that couldn't have been a good sign.

Will really tried to push back those thoughts, at least for Christmas dinner, but some of his siblings just came back from a fresh gossip session with the Aphrodite cabin and they were on a roll. 

"A fight?" 

"Yeah, with Percy Jackson" 

Michael Yew shook his head "The kid was ten" 

"Is" Will corrected, his voice cold but faint. 

Nico di Angelo was just one year younger than him and the sole thought that he might be dead made Will's stomach churn. 

"Sorry, Will" Michael said as an awkward silence spreaded on the Apollo table. Will's mind settled for a minute, thinking that he might have escaped his siblings's absolutely necessary insights and evaluations but boy, was he wrong.

"Don't underestimate the kid, Mike. You see that crack in the floor?" the table turned around to look at the dent in the marble floor. All the table but Will. He kept looking at the nothing straight ahead like his head was glued in place. "Apparently he caused it. People have been doing theories and stuff and I heard some kids say that most likely he is the son of.. you know" the son of Apllo pointed downwards.

"The table?" 

"No, nimrod" the he mouthed 'Hades'. 

A grim silence fell on the table again and Will's stomach dropped. He really wanted to doubt that was true; after all, demigod speculation was a dangerous thing but everyone on camp knew it was mostly empty talk. Right then, however, all proof looked like it in favour of the empty chatter.

And if that were to be true- and if the other side got to find out-

Will felt panic starting to bubble against his throat.

Austin shook his head this time. "We all know and trust Percy. I do, for sure. I mean, he has his moments but he's a good guy" he chimed in "What could have he possibly done?"

"Beats me, but some people have heard it has got to do with Di Angelo's sister. And guess what? She's dead. Now, I'm not saying Percy Jackson killed the poor gal but y'know, to get that reaction you must-" 

Will couldn't take it anymore. He slammed two hands on the table, making some of his siblings jump. Heads from other tables turned but he didn't care and left, anger and panic stirring in his chest in an uncomfortably familiar storm. The sly chattering behind his back didn't help.

"He's too sensitive"

"Or maybe you're too much if an ass" Kayla yelled.

"Honestly, you're so tone deaf" He heard Lee's cold voice cutting the air "A girl died and most likely so did her brother-" he lowered his voice  "her ten year old brother. Just one year younger than Will and you're here, eating your stupid fucking Christmas dinner, talking like it's gossip! You know what?"

His voice faded with the strong wind rising before Will could 'what' but the cold and the tears stung his eyes, so he concluded that right then and there he had bigger problems to solve.

Nico di Angelo was not dead and he had to find him.

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next part

- this, along with all my future solangelo posts, goes out to you bestie @nicodisigma -

[trashblog-things]

book lestat having watched the movie death in venice makes me curious about something that probably only i care about lol.

when im reading tvc i picture armand as a redhead bjorn anderson (actor from death in venice) so it makes me wonder if lestat also thinks armand looks like bjorn

[seaweedstarshine]

Haters call eleven straight Doctor because he’s attracted to older women, when his type is clearly just morally questionable people who look middle-aged (he calls Churchill “dear,” don’t forget. he never calls Amy or Clara that. Churchill is in the same category as River and the TARDIS).

[macabremayhem]

I may not be able to draw at the moment due to my busy schedule, but once or twice a month I like to stay active and not let the blog get bogged down.

Long story short, a friend of mine is currently studying in Venice. Since we've both been actively rotting our brains on the Arcana for a several years now, sometimes he lets me know how he's doing, when we meet. We both know that the game developers used Venice as one of the references for Vesuvia. And since one of my hobbies within the fandom is to "expand the universe" by finding landscapes that would fit nicely into the game as backgrounds/locations, and since many of these views will be vaguely familiar to you, I present another picspam with views that could be in the game's universe. So, let's consider this post a tribute of love and appreciation to my "brother in arms".

I present to you... Vesuvia, ladies, gentlemen, and others.

Credits with links will appear below the photos.

As always, none of the images are being used for any commercial purposes, only for illustrative purposes and entertainment.

© marchesadelsuomondo

© Greg Vance

© Viktor

© Sara

© Thomas Wuerner

© marchesadelsuomondo

© Viktor

© Diego Marcon

(this is South End IRL, you can't change my mind. Don't mind the antenna.)

© Irene Fior

(A view like this, corrected for the XVI_th century, just had to be at Vesuvia, and I have a painful lack of boats and stories of movement by water in the game, I swear to you)

© Elsa

And two moods at last ("Coming back to Naples" is Julian-coded, but it's my first and most enduring association):

[noeggets]

because of the inconsistency that is Sonic 06 do you think there are several Silver that time travel around? like there is more then one Silver cause 06 creates a pardox where it deletes it's self but there is still that Silver and the Silver in idw is not good world 06 Silver

because Theres 06 Silver

Rivals Silver is the Silver we have know because i think Silver remembers going on that journey with Espio otherwise he wouldn't be so friendly with him as to hug him in IDW

So, when 06 deleted it's self and made it where none of that bad stuff ever happened there is still the Silver from a timeline where ruined city exist for one reason or another just not for the 06 reason who the city just isn't ruined.

Two Silvers theory

Biologically they are the same person but im going to say brothers by the narrative in a twins having kids making those twins siblings kinda way if that makes since

[wormshrimp]

I'd love to hear your headcanons about the hoglets!

and i’d love to share them!!! ty for asking ^^ i’m still sorting out specific headcanons, so here’s some rambling about them lol

for general/dynamic hcs, venice is the oldest of the 3. silver and galahad were born at exactly the same time in separate dimensions. venice is a lot more grumpy and a bit harsher, silver is silver, and galahad has a tad bit more naive optimism. they’re brothers, and while they care for each other deeply, they do bicker. usually it’s silver and venice bickering, since they’re a bit more hotheaded in that regard…

venice doesn’t like shadow much. shadow’s failure was what sent his world into ruin, after all. on that note, he doesn’t care for lancelot, either. to silver and venice, lancelot is sorta more like their uncle (but galahad’s dad ofc). venice lived in the ruined future for FAR longer than silver did, and suffered through a whole lot more to try and make it right. that’s sort of WHY he’s a lot more cruel and easily irritable. he’s always on guard, always waiting for things to slip back into disaster.

galahad, bless his heart, has never existed in a ruined world. he’s only ever lived in camelot his whole life, training to be a knight. that’s why he’s more relaxed, more optimistic, but he isn’t as easy to manipulate as silver due to having grown up with a lot more social interaction. he can see the hardships his brothers have faced, can see the exhaustion in their eyes, and he acts almost as a beacon of light, as a supporting hand for them. he is always there for them to come home to, always there to listen, always there to offer a blanket or a warm mug of tea, etc etc. silver is more open to such offers. venice is jealous, but he loves his brother, deeply. he can never hate him for what the world has given him.

silver is sort of like a mix between the two. he’s lived in his ruined future, but he’s also lived in the past and the fixed future. he has suffered but he has also triumphed. he can be rude, like venice, but his rudeness comes more from a lack of social etiquette. and he is, of course, optimistic like galahad, sometimes to a fault. but sometimes, his optimism is all he has.

overall, the one big thing the three share is their willpower and determination for a better life. both for themselves, and for others (though venice would never admit that). they also have their love for one another; they’re brothers, after all!

i’ve got tons of thoughts rattling in my head about silver, galahad, and venice >.< they mean the world to me, and i’m always happy to blabber about them! i’ve even been working on writing a fic involving them, perhaps… if anyone ever cares to hear more about these 3, or wants specification on anything written here, i’ll gladly share!! i love talking about these dorks ^^

[stacytea]

okay, lemme just say: Gil-galad, who hated being the king Gil-galad, who had never wanted to be the king in the first place Gil-galad, who was crowned anyway, because there were hardly any finweans left around and the noldor in Beleriand needed a king, just so they can hold onto something, have some semblances of normality in the apocalyptic post-nirnaeth time Gil-galad, who became the high king when he was only 13/14 if we convert to human years, who was barely able to hold back tears in front of crowds as the crown was being placed upon his head Gil-galad, who had been raised by Círdan on Balar, among Teleri, and now he was the number 1 person in a culture that he didn't even feel like was truly his. A culture that so far he had only been taught about, had never participated in. Gil-galad, who politically hardly ever got to make his own decisions, whose role as the king was mostly limited to signing up whatever the parliament needed to validate and who was ascribed the blame whenever an idea backfired Gil-galad, who always wished he could've just lived a simple life on Balar, alongside Teleri, worked on a fishing boat and stuff like that, but instead he was manoeuvred into politics and bureaucracy, and an office that everyone at this point already knew was cursed, overall an enormous amount of responsibility, when he was basically still a child Gil-galad who was handling it all quite well until the third kinslaying happened Gil-galad, who was something like 15/16 in human years when the third kinslaying happened, who then had to face the reality of his reign, which was: he held little to no power. He was just a teenager, put on a throne, so the noldorin power in beleriand didn't seem to be crumbling as badly as it actually was. And he definitely wasn't able to protect his people Gil-galad, who was still doing his best after the third kinslaying, but also he started turning completely self-destructive in his free time. Like, there wasn't a single weekend he wouldn't spend at some party, drinking until he blacked out, taking whatever drugs he could get, getting involved in all kinds of reckless/precarious sexual behaviours Gil-galad, who just wanted someone to show up and take over the kingship , but was aware that all hopes for it had been wiped out when the feanorians attacked Sirion. That any hopes were gone along with Eärendil and his little sons. Gil-galad, whose role was mostly representative, so he had to be present at all kinds of events, no excuses. ,,What do you mean you need a day off? You're the king, ffs!!! Get your hangovered ass over there, it's not like you're going to work'' It pretty much resulted in young Gil-galad quite often showing up in public hangovered/ still lightly drunk/drugged/ overall messy af. And aside from the toll it took on his reputation, like- the king who has some serious troubles with substance abuse is probably easy to be influenced on many matters; it's also the fact that he was crowned to raise the morale among noldor, to message: ,,Look, we still have a king, it's not that bad!" How does it impact the Noldor when they repeatedly see their king barely able to stand upright or retching in some darkened corner? Not well, to say the least. Gil-galad, who felt trapped by the kingship. Gil-galad, who knew there was no way out of it for him, other than by suffering a painful death like basically every one of his predecessors Gil-galad who was being self-destructive and he didn't care about getting hurt because ,,hey, I have no control over my own life anyways :)))'' but also Gil-galad, who grew out of his teenage years and in his early adulthood had some ,,I can't keep living like this" moments , especially after waking up somewhere on the cold ground, feeling like shit and covered in vomit and all other kinds of fluids either his own or someone else's or both

Gil-galad who was in his early twenties (again, converted to human years) and decided to get his life together, because if he's trapped anyway, he can as well try to make it a little less horrible for himself

Gil-galad, who had maybe never got quite the amount of support he needed from Círdan, but Círdan had definitely taught him a lot and enough for him to be able to get by in life and politics

Gil-galad, who started getting his life together in his early twenties, and even if he stayed dangerously close to alcohol/drugs addiction and kept his inclination for partying for the rest of his life, he was actually doing fine

Also sometime after the War of Wrath began, it turned out that Eärendil's sons had made it out alive after all, and maybe it wasn't fixing all Ereinion's problems, but it sure was SOMETHING

[wildwinterlunas]

Here’s that (admittedly rough) sketch I did of what I had imagined Cole would look like in your role swap au!

He’s kind of a mix of Ana’s captain Amari with the leg armour, hair & eagle on the hat ( if you can even see that lol). The serape and the straps on his legs were from one of Ashe’s concept designs. I just mixed these things in with the general vibes from his overwatch 1 skin and some western nonsense.

Anyway! Uber cool au still!! Hope I didn’t veer too off course lol. Have a good one!

....I'm going to eat your art.

THIS IS SO GOOD WTF-

Honestly how the fuck did you read my mind, this is nearly exactly what I was thinking for his Overwatch 2 design. You also added things that I would have never thought of! Like to braid? I'm stealing that-

HE LOOKS SO GOOD WTF-

Also the eyepatch? Amazing!

Also when I first saw this I started looking into more things that I could add to the design I was making and I realized that it would make more sense for him to have been killed by the assassin enemy in Retribution then the sniper. So that would mean that he injuries would have been sustained by a slashing weapon instead of gun. I looked at your design again and you already put the slashing scare on the eye-

And the little grey streaks in his hair AHHHHH-

[kohyuuu]

fun facts about renny, arlo, and venice!! 💚💙🩷

started: 1/16/25 (started writing ts at 1:31 am 😭🙏) finished: 1/21/25 relationship: romantic! warnings: mentions of bullying, really ass formatting (thanks tumblr 🤬), didnt really proofread all the way through LOL

androgynous reader!

———————————————- more under cut !

- renny loves hugs, maybe a little too much. he’s an affectionate guy but sometimes he gives back the most suffocating hugs 😭 but he’s making good progress!

- renny went to a private school when he was about 6-8 and got bullied by the other kids there :(( he still doesn’t understand why he got picked on so much to this day.

- he loves holding your hand. it’s comforting to him. it always feels like he fell deeper into love with you. ❤️

- venice owns many scrunchies and sometimes gives them out to her teammates who might need them at practice!!

- i mentioned this before in the introduction for venice and arlo but she even gave a yellow one to arlo since he has long hair, lol.

- her first crush was on a girl she met at a claire’s in the mall. she never really saw her again after that, though.

- owns a lot of jojo siwa bows she collected when she was in her jojo siwa phase. then she saw the karma mv and was absolutely flabbergasted.

- arlo tries to act tough a lot because of his friends, but usually fails at the sight of his lovers (you and venice ofc!!)

- he tries not to cry in a lot of emotional scenarios, whether it’d be during a sad movie or something. (i couldn’t think of anymore for that one sorry lol)

- arlo has problems with regulating his anger, but it’s usually solved when he vents to you or venice, or both of you during facetimes. maybe it was someone who pissed him off at practice that day or maybe he got yelled at by his mom, anything really gets him going.

- renny and venice genuinely cried to my little pony sad on youtube when they were little 😛 (reference to those who get it x)

- renny, arlo, and venice all attend the same school! they barely ever see renny tho, lol.

- renny’s favorite sanrio character is keroppi just cause he’s a frog and he’s cute!

- venice obviously loves hello kitty and my melody! they’re pink and so cute AHHHHH

- arlo really likes kuromi cause she’s badass but also gushes over how cute cinnamoroll is to you and venice.

- renny surprisingly doesn't like to swim (since he’s a pond turtle and stuff) bc he almost drowned at a waterpark when he and his family went on summer vacay when he was little. 😞

- he’d usually just watch you and the others swim while he relaxes on a beach chair. will go LIFEGUARD on you (like jumping into the pool/ocean n shit) if he catches you or someone else drowning. again, he WON'T let his baby die, periodt. >:(

- venice is a really good team leader despite not being the captain on her soccer team, she’s the kindest midfielder her team knows. (fuck did that even make sense HELP)

- again, arlo literally throws a fit when his team loses to another school’s team during games (he did once, had to be removed from the field before he smacked somebody over soccer 😭🙏)

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side notes: i was supposed to post this on friday the 17th but then i slacked off and bc it was a three day weekend so i had even more of an excuse not to write LMAO

— but basically, i prepared this on thursday (1/16) and was supposed to finish it the friday (1/17) after that, and i finished it today on the 21st (at FUCKING midnight) with extra facts abt the trio!! anyway, enjoy bc im gonna go to sleep x (i love sleeping depriving myself no im kidding kms)

[cocrante]

One day, I'll continue writing the adventures of solangelo in Venice, but for now, I'll leave you with this reel for those who want to hear how Venetian dialect sounds and especially understand Will's confusion when he goes to pick asparagus and the old lady speaks to him.

However, I don't think Nico has such a strong accent. When you stop using your own dialect or you're not around people who speak it for a long time, you tend to forget it. Some notes in the accent remain, like in my area, we have a very strong "S", and even though I don't speak my dialect anymore, some remnants have stayed with me c:

[auburnandamberangel]

What do you think is a hobby Armand would really enjoy but probably hasn't tried?

I've always personally liked the idea of and headcanoned glass making or blowing. The potential of Milliflore and paperweights. Even though a huge furnace is involved in the making aspect. I can imagine him happily making small pieces with pipe glass and a blow torch. And as he lived in Venice, the home of so many Marano studios, how could he not have gotten to visit and try this artist process out as a pampered Prince of Marius.