#carlo ventresca

[rookheeya]

Ewan McGregor as the Camerlengo in Angels & Demons

#angels & demons #angels and demons #ewan mcgregor #the camerlengo #patrick mckenna #carlo ventresca #screencap

[gh0stf4c333]

so i just finished reading dan brown’s angel and demons which is part of his robert langdon series.

i have to say, the plot twists and climaxes were done exceptionally well. there were many moments in the book which made me question my own beliefs and faiths.

the characters were also well written. camerlengo carlo ventresca for example, which is a given and an obvious. but if i say anything it would be spoilers. i found his personality and character to be a very well authoritative figure while also evoking a sense of security and safety. which is definitely what the author was intending since the characters around him trusted him wholeheartedly. it made me as the reader trust him too. to be fair, i was a bit biased regarding the camerlengo, since in the live action movie adaptation made in 2009, he was portrayed by ewan mcgregor and wow i really adore ewan mcgregor LMAO.

anyways, robert langdon too, is a well written character. he brought intelligence and his quick thinking helped progress the plot more than i could imagine. when ever it kept saying robert was excited, fearful, anxious, angry, i as a reader could really feel those emotions. his and vittoria’s relationship progression however is a bit odd to me. i don’t mind them at all, i find them a bit cute… but it felt out of place. especially in the last section of the book. the kiss shared between them was heartfelt and heartwarming, but cmon. really. 😅 other than that being my ONLY complaint in the story, the book is a 9/10 for me :)

#camerlengo carlo ventresca #camerlengo patrick mckenna #patrick mckenna #carlo ventresca #dan brown angels & demons #angels & demons #dan brown #robert langdon #looking for mutuals #just for fun #new tumblr users

[jhnkrmr]

so i just finished reading dan brown’s angel and demons which is part of his robert langdon series. i have to say, the plot twists and climaxes were done exceptionally well. there were many moments in the book which made me question my own beliefs and faiths. the characters were also well written. camerlengo carlo ventresca for example, which is a given and an obvious. but if i say anything it would be spoilers. i found his personality and character to be a very well authoritative figure while also evoking a sense of security and safety. which is definitely what the author was intending since the characters around him trusted him wholeheartedly. it made me as the reader trust him too. to be fair, i was a bit biased regarding the camerlengo, since in the live action movie adaptation made in 2009, he was portrayed by ewan mcgregor and wow i really adore ewan mcgregor LMAO. anyways, robert langdon too, is a well written character. he brought intelligence and his quick thinking helped progress the plot more than i could imagine. when ever it kept saying robert was excited, fearful, anxious, angry, i as a reader could really feel those emotions. his and vittoria’s relationship progression however is a bit odd to me. i don’t mind them at all, i find them a bit cute… but it felt out of place. especially in the last section of the book. the kiss shared between them was heartfelt and heartwarming, but cmon. really. 😅 other than that being my ONLY complaint in the story, the book is a 9/10 for me :)

#dan brown #angels & demons #patrick mckenna #camerlengo patrick mckenna #carlo ventresca #camerlengo carlo ventresca #ewan mcgregor #vittoria vetra

[mariusslonelysoul]

Carlo ventresca is soooooo arsonist's lullabye by hozier coded

#guess who finally finished angels and demons #and my questionable taste in men struck again! #my friend already laughed at me you don't get to #dan brown #angels & demons #angels and demons #robert langdon #da vinci code #books

[misspeppermint2003]

Professor Robert Langdon from Dan Brown's Robert Langdon series (United States of America)

Commander Maximilian Richter from Dan Brown's Robert Langdon series (United States of America)

Peter Solomon from Dan Brown's Robert Langdon series (United States of America)

Father Patrick McKenna/Camerlengo Carlo Ventresca from Dan Brown's Robert Langdon series (United States of America)

Bertrand Zobrist from Dan Brown's Robert Langdon series (United States of America)

#fandom #fandom questions #character quiz #quizzes #rounds #films and tv shows #american films and tv shows #canadian films and tv shows #european films and tv shows #robert langdon series #robert langdon #angels and demons #the da vinci code #inferno #the lost symbol #dan brown novels #books

[polishksiezniczka]

5 to the BIG 50 // EWAN MCGREGOR'S 50TH BIRTHDAY CELEBRATION

Day 2: Favourite character played by Ewan, EXCEPT Obi-Wan Kenobi

CAMERLENGO CARLO VENTRESCA aka PATRICK MCKENNA

Angels and Demons, dir. Ron Howard (2009)

*sigh*...so sinful yet so beautiful.

#ewan mcgregor #ewans50 #angels and demons #patrick mckenna #camerlengo #carlo ventresca #forgive me father for i have sinned #hunk #jawline

[myysaints]

i just finished watching and reading angels & demons by dan brown and i think camerlengo patrick mckenna/carlo ventresca awoke something in me........ i’m blaming it on ewan mcgregor

kinda really want to write something for him now 😩 the og hot priest

#ewan mcgregor #patrick mckenna #carlo ventresca #angels & demons #dan brown #📡 … tune in!

[ahsokasloyalty]

Not saying the sith!Obi-Wan fan arts aren't good, they are amazing, I love them, but let's be honest. We all know what dark side Obi-Wan really looks like

#obi wan kenobi #sith!obi wan #dark side #star wars #clone wars #ewan mcgregor #carlo ventresca #dan brown #angels and demons #camerlengo

[star-wind-shop]

#aesthetic #catholic #religious aesthetic #priest #ewan mcgregor #carlo ventresca

[carlo-is-my-pope]

Camerlengo Patrick McKenna / Carlo Ventresca [Angels & Demons, 2009]

#angels & demons #priest #camerlengo #patrick mckenna #carlo ventresca #dan brown #ewan mcgregor

[alphacamerlengo503]

Patrick McKenna, when he was a soldier (Edited from: https://www.deviantart.com/chippocat/art/Alpha-and-omega-as-humans-kate-778930844)

#angels and demons #camerlengo #carlo ventresca #soldier #army #italy #rosary #patrick mckenna #slide #hurt #priest #attack #dodge

[writesfic]

carlo ventresca: a study

    Sunlight filters through the linen sheets, drawn overhead the mercato to shelter its customers. CARLO VENTRESCA is a firm head shorter than the average passer-by and darts nimbly through the crowd to match Maria’s pace. She is plainly dressed, swathed head to toe in monochrome cloths despite the sweltering July heat. Yet, the elegant set of her posture distinguishes her from the milling crowd; she looks stagnant, timeless, pure. Carlo likes this, sees the holiness within his mother and, with a tingle at his nape, imagines that same unnameable power flowing, inundated through his veins, too.

    He tries hard not to be enamoured by the sights. Mother makes it clear that they are here for one thing alone, ingredients for a simple gruel to sustain their appetites and nothing more. He mouths the Decalogue’s teachings, the gospel of Matthew easy on his tongue. Take no gold or silver or copper in your wallet, no bag for your journey, nor two tunics or sandals or a staff. His features saturated by the endless stretch of product along either aisle, colours flit across his cheeks as he stumbles through the mercato to match her pace.

    She slows marginally, waiting for him. Though he aches to take her hand, he knows he is being childish. He refrains.

    “Hurry up, we need to get you home,” she barely spares a glance at him but grabs his arm in a noose with surprising accuracy to tug him along. She tuts under her breath, “ragazzo sporco, look at your knees! Mass is at noon – Carlo, you clean up quickly.”

    “Yes, madre,” he choruses dutifully, cantering at a half-trot to follow.

    They are staying minutes away along via dei Candelai. Even on vacation, he has to practice his hymns and do chores, duties that subsume most of his day. Yet at the end of every hour, he stops to listen to the bell tower on top of the Santa Maria dell’Ammiraglio. It resonates across the city, low and humming, tremoring faith through his bones. The chiesa is tall enough for him to see the Baroque façade and delicate spindles of Romanesque-Byzantine design from the window. He turns a wistful gaze to it, yet Maria is already onto him. She brushes sweat and grime from his cheeks with a rag, fusses at his shins where mud and dust have risen from cobblestones to fleck his limbs.

    “Più veloce,” she urges, pouring basin after basin of water over him, towelling him off with a vigorous, utilitarian efficiency that left no room for his embarrassment. He is clean.

    They make their way to Sant Rita. The exterior is plain, beige and white wall decorated with a carved rose window, overlooking the fontana di Saturno. As they enter, right on the cusp of the doorway, she passes fingers through his hair, flattening his flyaway curls.

    “Your father would be proud,” she murmurs, “God will watch over you and protect you forever, dear Carlo. Have faith.”

    He contains a smile, gnawing at his inner cheek to stop it from rising boyishly upon his lips, “blessed be, Maria benedetta.”

    As is her wont, Maria’s lips waver, a reactionary amusement in her displeasure. It is the holy sanctuary alone that has her reluctant to refute. Instead, her fingers dip into the holy water, and he follows suit as a compromise, holy water dripping cool on his crown as they mark the cross. He stares up at the detailed effigy of Michael, wings spread and sword ablaze, and feels a rush of poignancy as the ritual flares like a brand.

//

    The nurses don’t know what to do with him; they treat him like a fine restoration of stained glass. It is over, they tell him in soft dulcet tones, you are safe. The soft, sweetness is foreign – so unlike his sweet Maria benedetta – that his dry eyes sting like nettle.

    He is tired, yet he does not wish to sleep; kicks and screams when they pump vile liquids into his bloodstream and make him comply. When under, he is plagued by ghosts, harsh shouts of Brigatte Rosse in his homely place of worship and the acrid smell of gunpowder. Under an upturned pew, he is helpless, staring up into the morose ponder of St. Francis’ face as the blood seeps into the tiles, soaking his trousers and fingernails. There is so much blood that he can taste it in the air. It comes alive to suffocate him, gorges his lungs in an unholy torrent.

    He will never be clean again.

    He feigns sleep when the nurses check on him, talking in hushed tones. He cannot make out the words entirely, but he learns: he is the only survivor. They are calling his survival The Miracle of St Francis. In the morning, a man will be coming to the hospital to take him in.

    He feels nothing.

    Yet, when the man arrives, Carlo knows he is no ordinary man. He is dressed like his mother, long robes, holiness full in his being. He comes as Carlo’s salvation – he is saved.

    He introduces himself as a bishop of a local church. If Carlo pleases, he is willing to provide Carlo a home in a small monastery attached to the cathedral and an education from the monks. There is nothing else for Carlo to do, but to accept.

    With the glorious sound of hymns and the murmur of prayer suffusing him every hour, the receptacle of his being is brimming with the Lord. There should be no room for darkness; for the devil to plague his dreams with violence and startle him awake with the sound of dripping pipes before dawn.

    Yet, most nights, sleep alludes him. He wanders into the cathedral just before the bells toll twelve. The silence reigns, yawning and empty – the whole world is asleep. He kneels and prays.

    God saved me for a reason. What is the reason?

    There is no answer, only the motherly gaze of Sant Maria, her features encircled by Holy light. Alone, knees aching on the pew, he places his forehead onto the aged wood and cries.

//

    Military service is beyond all that he could imagine. All his life, he has only known the quiet introspection of a humble church in Palermo. The military is chaotic, the soldiers noisy and loud and crass, the commandante unjust and without mercy. They all judge him: for his abstinence and devout lifestyle; his mild-mannered way of speech and temperance; and his rejection of the exciting forays of science. You are weak, and not cut for military service, they spit at him. They upturn his food at the mess halls and scour lines into his belonging with their col moschin. In his down time, the commandante nit-picks his uniform during parade, has his face against the dirt doing push-ups until he is delirious with fatigue, piles him with chores late into the night.

    Mankind is truly wretched, he realizes one morning, the photograph of his mother in bitter pieces between his hands. They are all arrogant and ignorant, narrow-minded to a fault. They place dogged trust their comfortable machines and experiments, and crown themselves pagan gods of the earth as the planet burns and sputters in their grip. Only religion keeps a man looking skyward.

    Digits clench into fists, he is spurred with new resolve. He has to clear the films from their slothful eyes. I will make them see.

    The commandante sneers when he refuses to pick up a gun, “merda . . . porco dio! Your God gave you plenty faith but no balls.”

    He seethes, choking on breath in his rage. Still, he will not budge.

    Instead, they teach him how to fly a medical helicopter. He hates it. The whirring blades are deafening – even with a headset on there is a feedback delay, like trying to hear with clogged ears. Years of confined sweat-stink, vomit and gun oil are etched into the leathered seats, clogging up his nose and giving him a persistent, hacking cough.

    During pilot training, they also require him to learn how to parachute. He is terrified at the prospect, legs weak as he stares at the moving landscape miles below. But when he takes the leap of faith, the sick thudding in his heart slows.

    There is nothing to fear, after all.

    It is the singular, most exhilarating physical experience of his life: like flying alongside God. The roaring whistle of air and the peaceful sandy stretch below clears his mind, he feels at peace. Arms eagled, he feels strong, imbued with faith and God’s power as he plummets. His chest is burning as the wind buffets his torso to keep him adrift.

    Whistling by his ears, the sweet voice of his mother – the beautiful Maria benedetta! – speaks. A memory or a hallucination, he can’t be sure. God has plans for you, Carlo.

    He knows what he has to do.

#fanfic #fanfiction #angels and demons #angels and demons book #carlo ventresca #patrick mckenna #character study #writing

[lieutart]

Camerlengo Carlo Ventresca // Angels & Demons, Dan Brown

#Camerlengo Carlo Ventresca #carlo ventresca #camerlengo #angels & demons #dan brown #vatican #robert langdon #the da vinci code #ron howard #ewan mcgregor #patrick mckenna

[just-a-series-junkie]

I'm still not over the fact that Camerlengo Carlo Ventresca/Patrick McKenna is my favourite character in Angels & Demons and probably my all time fav in general. I can't even explain, why, cause he did kill ppl what I would never support... but I can't stop loving him in this book/movie. Why?

#angels and demons #angels & demons #dan brown #illuminati #the da vinci code #patrick mckenna #carlo ventresca #book #character #villain #camerlengo #camerlengo patrick mckenna #camerlengo carlo ventresca #priest #ewan mcgregor #robert langdon #bookworm #dan browns angels and demons #badboy

[cieloskyla]

¿Qué momento del fic imaginan?

#graphics #patrick mckenna #claire dilthey #patrick y claire #angeles y demonios #fanfic #the truth beneath the hope #Ewan McGregor #Carlo Ventresca

[polishksiezniczka]

Patrick McKenna × Reader Bedtime Headcanons

A short and sweet little headcanon I was thinking about the other day and decided to write. 😇

You stand before the mirror in your bedroom, your figure bathed in the soft light emanating from the lamp on your nightstand, and your eyes fixated on your hands as you attempt to braid your unruly tresses. For a moment, they flicker to your bed, hoping to steal a sly glance at the man laying comfortably against your pillows. But his eyes are already there to meet yours, an enigmatic smile quirking his lips.

"Come to bed, love."

When you crawl into his arms, you feel safe—no other sensation brings you such comfort or refuge.

To make an understatement, Patrick *showers* you with affection:

Soft, gentle nuzzling of your temple,

tenderly stroking you waist, and

resting his cheek against your hair as he breathes in your scent.

"You smell like heaven..."

You love to play with his hands, weaving your fingers together, tracing patterns in his palm, and lightly kissing his fingertips.

Asking about each other's day

It took some time for you to open up to him, especially when you had a bad day and didn't want to burden him with your troubles. But Patrick immediately picks up on this: you suddenly grow quiet and become abnormally fascinated by your blanket.

"Come now, sweetheart. You can tell me," Patrick urges, his voice breathless and sweet.

His arms tighten around your waist as he begins to trace circles with his thumbs up and down your body, from your hips to your collarbone

You, being very ticklish and giggling incessantly at his pawing, finally surrender

Burying his face in the crook of your neck and sighing contentedly

"Mmmmm...."

You've discovered that when you wear one of your satin nightdresses to bed, it drives the humble camerlengo wild. As in, he'll surprise you by pulling you into his arms and leaving a trail of kisses from your jawbone to your shoulders. His passion is intoxicatingly palpable.

"What did I ever do to deserve you?"

"I'm the least you deserve, love."

"Patrick..."

Reading to him as he lays with his head in your lap, his brilliant blue eyes lovingly watching you—the cute little crease in your brow, the flutter of your eyelashes, the delicate strands of hair which fall into your face.

Your fingers carelessly carding through his soft auburn hair

Leaning down to give him an affectionate kiss

Patrick pulling you down and wrapping his arms around you, causing a soft yelp to escape your lips

"My sweet, lovely girl. So good, so responsive."

So. many. kisses.

Every so often you'll ask him to read passages from the Bible to you, and while you do enjoy listening to the stories, you have a devilish ulterior motive. What you really want to do is drown in that smooth, bewitching voice of Patrick's. The way he punctuates certain syllables and words causes shivers to run down your spine as you cling to his side, your head propped against his shoulder. He chuckles softly as your grip on his shirt tightens with the climax of the tale. The whole experience is quite salacious.

Patrick loves to tangle his legs with yours as you snuggle together under the covers

His steady, measured breathing lulls you to sleep

It's nights like these, where you can fall asleep and wake up in each other's arms, that you wouldn't trade for anything on earth. It nearly convinces you that your relationship is normal, not secretive or shameful. But how lucky are you to be adored, loved, worshiped by Patrick.

He always gives you a goodnight kiss, but where depends on the day. Sometimes on your forehead, shoulder, cheek, or lips.

Soothing Italian lullabies sung in hushed voices

"Good night, love," you whisper against his chest.

"Sweet dreams, angelo. I love you endlessly."

Taglist: @seraferna @lemairepstuff

#ewan mcgregor #angels and demons #patrick mckenna x reader #camerlengo #forgive me father for i have sinned #carlo ventresca #carlo is my pope #headcanon