Tumgik
bottle-cap-baby · 10 months
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
Mike Trapp: Glenn, how you doing over there?
Glenn: Not good, Mike!
Izzy: Not well, bitch.
Glenn: "Not well, bitch"!
I love Izzy Roland.
Um, Actually S8E7
43 notes · View notes
bottle-cap-baby · 10 months
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
Mike Trapp: Glenn, how you doing over there?
Glenn: Not good, Mike!
Izzy: Not well, bitch.
Glenn: "Not well, bitch"!
I love Izzy Roland.
Um, Actually S8E7
0 notes
bottle-cap-baby · 11 months
Text
FIFTY MINUTE ADVENTURING PARTY 🥹
22 notes · View notes
bottle-cap-baby · 11 months
Text
Here's that supercut I've been working on all season: "Come on, Provolone!" By my count, this little refrain is said 42 times between Brennan, @quiddie, Anjali, and Zac plus a handful of other variations.
youtube
663 notes · View notes
bottle-cap-baby · 11 months
Text
this video popped up on my ig so yk I had to make a lil edit in honor of my fav Bishop
77 notes · View notes
bottle-cap-baby · 11 months
Text
He never knew her that well, but- she would have been good at chess, he thinks, if she had ever had a chance to learn. Not straight away, of course, but- in time.
Tumblr media Tumblr media
4K notes · View notes
bottle-cap-baby · 11 months
Text
Tumblr media
What an insane thing to say
580 notes · View notes
bottle-cap-baby · 11 months
Text
yeah this absolutely killed me @quiddie
"That's dumb," says Karna. "I think that's dumb. Why can the knight just jump over shit? What's so special about him, huh?"
"Just, uh. Just good at moving, I guess," says Colin, taking the black rook and placing it on his side of the table. It sits there, solid, beside the haphazard array of pawns and a single bishop.
Karna pouts a little. In front of her, on the table, there sit three white pawns, all stood perfectly in line. "'Good at moving.' Urgh. So am I. He's not special." She frowns, and moves a pawn two spaces forward. Colin winces involuntarily, and she glares at him. "What? What did I do?"
"So... I may have forgotten to mention this one. I, uh. I didn't really think it would come up for, uh. Longer than this. To be honest." He gives her a slightly wary look. "You... you ever heard of 'en passant'?"
"'In passing' in Fructeran," she says brusquely. "Now explain."
"Now- ok, I promise I'm not making this one up-" He moves a white pawn to just behind hers, which he smoothly plucks from the board and sets down amongst the cluster of other pieces in front of him.
There is a short silence.
"Are you kidding me," says Karna, voice flatter than the void of space, empty and silent and oh, so deep, and-
"To be fair, that- that's probably one of the stupidest rules I know. If that helps?" says Colin.
"Fine. Fine!" she says. "Sure."
"You know," says Colin delicately, "I could still-"
"No," snaps Karna. "You will not play without a queen." She glares at him with even more ferocity than usual, and lowers her voice to a dangerous drawl. "When I win. If I suspect even for a second that you went easy on me?" Her lip curls into a smirk. "Oh, that would be that last thing you ever did."
"Sure," says Colin. "I mean, sure. I just think it would make the game a bit more fun for you while you're learning. You know?"
Karna rolls her eye. "I want to lose."
"...What?" There is suddenly a deep, unsettling feeling in the pit of his stomach.
"I want to lose," she says. "Because it doesn't matter." She grasps his forearms and stares into his eyes, as though willing him to understand. "I want so badly to know what it feels like for losing not to matter. I want to know the loss that is an annoyance, not an ache, not a scar, not a slit throat or a knife in the gut and bleeding out on the pavement."
The hands holding him start to weaken. Rot starts to creep up her neck.
Her pupils are dark voids filled with spinning blades.
"It was too much," she says. "I was so tired. You saw." Her gaze is level, and he remembers running away, and running away, and running away, and looking back. "I was holding on to the edge for so long."
Colin wants to say something. He doesn't know what to say.
"But you can't hold on forever."
And she lets go.
---
He wakes up, and it is still dark, and he is alone.
He never knew her that well, but- she would have been good at chess, he thinks, if she had ever had a chance to learn. Not straight away, of course, but- in time.
No point in dwelling on it. He doesn't want to risk turning into Raphaniel, and- ok, that's another whole thing he's really not interested in delving into right now.
But- she held on for so long.
It seems like the least he can do, to make sure no one else ever has to stare into the void and cling to life so desperately that the muscle of their fingers rots down to bone.
2K notes · View notes
bottle-cap-baby · 11 months
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media
they love each other and we love them
117 notes · View notes
bottle-cap-baby · 11 months
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media
they love each other and we love them
1 note · View note
bottle-cap-baby · 11 months
Text
AABRIA IYENGAR SAID “WHAT IF YOU STARTING ROTTING BEFORE YOU EVER STARTED RIPENING” AND IF I GET ONE MORE BEAUTIFUL METAPHOR FOR CHILDHOOD TRAUMA IN DIMENSION 20 I MIGHT LOSE IT
331 notes · View notes
bottle-cap-baby · 11 months
Text
listen everyone’s all karnadeli this colindeli that and i get it they’re both so juicy. but let’s set shipping aside for a second because i also need people to be a thousand times more invested in colin and karna being slow burn best friends who come to a gradual understanding of each other and eventually bond over their surprisingly similar traumas and hangups. I want them to gossip over meals and share commiserating glances when the nobility do some stupid rich people shit. I want colin and karna to team up during arguments, and deli to be exhausted because he had to deal with the fact that his skalds have unionized. I want them to quietly have each others backs, even though they’d never fucking admit it if you asked. Are you all seeing my vision.
1K notes · View notes
bottle-cap-baby · 11 months
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
24K notes · View notes
bottle-cap-baby · 11 months
Text
I FUCKING CALLED IT W CHUTNEY. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.
Texts from May 11 (almost a month ago!!):
Tumblr media
14 notes · View notes
bottle-cap-baby · 11 months
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
what that gravy do 🥵
1K notes · View notes
bottle-cap-baby · 11 months
Text
time is a penny and the ravening war is shoving it through my ear canal directly into my brain.
13 notes · View notes
bottle-cap-baby · 11 months
Text
He's greasy. He's slouching. He's announcing your carriage and he's counting the exits. He's dealing necrotic damage. He's your skald, your bodyguard, your "whatever this is." He's a knight, a rogue. He's watching his father be melted into fondue. He's losing his hair. He's giving money to a banana boy in overalls. He's babysitting a psychotic radish.
He's pathetic.
He's risen from ruin.
He's the quiet voice saying "no."
He's Colin Provolone.
265 notes · View notes