note : this doesn't apply if Hazel or Bianca want to assert older kids' privileges, then it's Hazel is 4 years older than nico, and bianca is 2 years older than nico
my hot death sibs take is that it is a futile effort to try and give them any kind of "older/younger sibling" dynamic. they were born within a month of one another and after Hazel is revived they're still only like a year apart and are peers on every level. just give them a twins-like dynamic, cause that's the closest to what they have. the only time one of them being older (Hazel) ever is relevant/comes up is when theyre poking fun at one another. boom problem solved.
The SS Warrimoo, a passenger steamship traveling from Vancouver to Australia, was silently knifing its way across the mid-Pacific waters. The navigator had just finished calculating a star fix and handed the results to Captain John DS. Phillips.
The Warrimoo's coordinates were LAT 0º 31' N, LONG 179 30' W. The date was December 31, 1899. "Know what this means?" First Mate Payton announced, "We're only a few miles from the intersection of the Equator and the International Date Line."
Captain Phillips was prankish enough to seize the opportunity to do the nautical feat of a lifetime. He summoned his navigators to the bridge to double-check the ship's position. He altered his course slightly to focus directly on his target. He then altered the engine's speed.
The calm weather and clear night worked to his advantage. At midnight, the SS Warrimoo rested on the Equator, exactly where it had crossed the International Date Line. The ramifications of this odd arrangement were numerous.
The ship's bow was in the Southern Hemisphere, in the middle of summer. The stern was in the Northern Hemisphere, in the midst of winter. The date on the aft portion of the ship was December 31, 1899. The date on the forward half of the ship was January 1, 1900. The ship experienced multiple days, months, years, seasons, and centuries simultaneously.
This. This is my new headcannon
Sometimes, it’s hard to interact with Nico. Even Hazel has to admit that. No, it’s not his father, no, it’s not how he chants the names of the dead, well at least not for Hazel, no. It’s how the souls cling on to him, like he is the anchor in the wild sea. When he laughs, sweet as nectar, it is like you can hear the joy of the spirits with him, as if they’ve heard that they can return just one more time, to apologize, to say their goodbyes, to say “it’s not your fault” and “I love you” When he sobs, you hear the wails of the souls in the Lethe, alone, forgotten. You can feel the pain of the tormented, the Acheron spilling from his mouth. His rage is unkempt, rage like the souls in Punishment, rage like Achilles who sits by the Styx, rage of the many souls who never got a life they truly lived. It’s not his fault. You know that. Hazel knows that. Everyone does. But when he speaks, and his voice mixes like wine with the voices of the ones you loved, the ones you cherished, you have to turn away. No wonder the boy stopped speaking. What torture would it be, to hear his sister when he spoke? Or his mother when he cried? How painful.
The di Angelo's are part Indian, because I think that would be interesting
What if Frank had pushed him into the canals. And he just didn't resurface
I wonder what hazel's reaction would be? and the rest of the seven
Just to add to this (but with the underworld kids)
Nico and Hazel's eyes change color according to which gem is nearest to them, or whatever their normal eye color is if there isn't one near (Bright, bright gold for hazel, and dark but multicolored eyes for Nico like a gemstone). But both of them naturally have sweet eyes, that are kind, but learned their scary stares
On the other hand, Bianca has the deepest darkest eyes (that don't change color) , this changed slightly after she became a hunter, but she and Nico both have intimidating stares (Bianca was born with it, but Nico learned it from her), while Hazel has a stunning wolf stare.
Nico di Angelo with the biggest doe eyes. Big, wide, adoring brown eyes. People can't help but fall in love when they see those eyes.
Will Solace with the most feline eyes. Pretty, upturned, cynically curious, blue eyes. People can't help but be uncomfortable when they see those eyes.
Nico di Angelo who had been stereotyped as unsettling and strange (he can be BUT) he has been looking out for and helping people nearly all his life.
Will Solace who has been stereotyped as unthinkingly optimistic and trusting (he can be BUT) he is curious, chooses his battles, and helps people through tough love and unconventional guidence.
A new mode of production arises out of the newly networked masses.
Nico found out that the dead don’t get to eat or taste or see anything so he summons them just so that they’re afterlife isn’t so sad/lonely/stagnant
ooh, this is so cool
I know it's unfair vilification and stuff but it's also a lot of fun to see old media and stuff where people were SO scared of big animals like lions, sharks, crocodiles and wolves were fully expected to just come and eat you the moment you stepped into their territory. In older media we also made that assumption about gorillas and in still older we thought it'd be whales. But some animals that will actually fuck you up got left behind. Boars will kill you and eat you. They're way more likely to do so than any of those other things actually. Hippos, obviously, got off like bandits always being depicted as cute and dopey. And then there's the squids. Not giant kraken size squids. The eight foot squids that hunt in packs and will fuck you up if you fall in the water at night. I can't BELIEVE people slept on that. It's like all they cared about were the huge deep sea ones we never see. The medium size wolf pack squids were right there.
one minute, off to go research fascist italy.
Been reading about 1930's Italy for a fic then something something back then, boys Nico's age were trained to become soldiers, pledge their loyalty and all that.
It got me to thinking that MAYBE part of the reason why Nico likes Mythomagic so much is because something in him remembers how it felt to strategize and to win. Something like the thrill of observing and finding your enemies' weak points and knowing exactly when and where and how to attack.
That's it. That's my brainrot.