#sir colin provolone

[swagyatta]

this has got to be one of the most scenes ever

[magicwithered]

Delissandro learns that he loves Colin. Deli also learns he loves Karna. These loves, he learns, are different but no less impactful. Both he also learns, more than a little painfully, a little too late. 

His love for Colin is tinged with boyhood and want. He wants to be known. He wants the meatlands to be free. He wants to aid in the war and play the political games that his mother refuses to do so. He wants and he’s willing. If he believed in The Bulb, he’d might even say it’s his destiny. 

So he names Colin his Skald. His trustworthy advisor. He wants Colin. He doesn’t know in what way yet. The man ten years (at least) his senior. He’s but a boy. He has no idea what up or down is. How to quantify his want, how to understand his want. He wants. So he must have. This is something he is unwilling to compromise on. 

Colin is his Skald. He is close to him, always. That makes Deli happy. His Skald is never apart from him. They are always close, always talking. Two years is more than enough time to form a bond forged in fire. So he thinks. 

Deli wants Colin with him. Colin, however, does not want to be apart of Deli’s plans. Not anymore. A bond forged in fire, he thinks, too bad the welding was thin.

His love for Karna is a slow thing. Anything else, and it would be weird, anything more...he wishes that there was more. He doesn’t notice it at first. Of course he doesn’t. Each time he sees her it’s hard to reconcile the person she’s become in the years they have been away from the person she was before. She is a 14 year old girl, and then suddenly she is 16, and then suddenly it’s been five years and she’s nearing 21. Each visage is different from the last. Hungry, rotting. Hungry and lanky. Hungry and beautiful. 

He calls her Skald, but inside she is just Karna. Her name ricochet's around his brain every time he lays down. Every time they win a battle together. Every time. It circles. It crescendo’s. Karna, Karna, Karna. 

Deli knows about want. He’s never been good at figuring out what it means for him. It tangles with his missing limb, his old want for his Skald Colin, when he was but a boy. It changes and morphs. But there is war. 

Ultimately, he wants to be slammed down big style. This he thinks, is the crux of the problem. He’s never been slammed down big style. That is what he truly wants.

With Karna.

Not Skald Karna. Just Karna. Karna who always comes when he calls. Karna who gave him her eye. Karna, Karna, Karna, Karna.

Within the same moment he realizes that he wants Karna she is gone. 

Deli loves his Skald. Deli loves Karna. These both are the same type of love. But, as he watches the sun rise over the horizon of the meatlands, he comes to both these realizations much too late. 

[0h-c0mely]

cannot stop thinking of how gently colin says “listen to your mother” to the banana kid and just that scene in general. it’s this weird unreal moment of reprieve in between all the blood, and it is So Important to me

zac oyama is not a flashy roleplayer at all but he does so much with so fucking little and it drives me insane

[laughing-gunslinger]

Out of context Ravening War spoilers (plus a blank version of the image for all your pathetic Raphaniel needs)

[not-jadzia-dax]

My favourite Raphaniel moment so far ⚠️ SPOILERS FOR LATEST EP OF THE RAVENING WAR⚠️

[the-nat-honey]

something something karna is hungry, so desperately ravenous, something about the appetite of a young, growing child, something about the way she was always too small, never able to have her fill, something about her hunger for everything she can claw her way to- love with Deli, family with Amangeaux and Raphaniel, kinship to Colin, in a weird, tangled way. Ravenous for violence, to feed the thing that gave her this second chance, willing to carve her own flesh from her bones to sacrifice it. Ravenous for the power, status, information, anything to protect her in the way she was not protected before her first death.

[spirit-of-beetlejuiceblues12]

Guys.

Brennan said Raphaniel wanted to spend the rest of his life burning the Sanctus Putris from the land, but he died before he could do that

Colin spent his time after the Ravening War making sure there were no more FDA people left, just like Raphaniel had intended to do.

[ariadne-mouse]

I love that after treating Colin as less than an equal and trying to intimidate him prior to their parting of ways, Deli is clearly the one more affected by meeting again and seeing how Colin has comfortably moved on and found comradeship (or at least allyship) with Raphaniel. Like Colin was a little salty about the skald comments, but in that wonderfully understated "i care just enough to say something because you're wrong" way, a minor injury compared to how Deli is "thrown" by seeing Colin and Raphaniel fighting together

[arisushanti]

hey guys what do i do if the guy that i very platonically divorced from being his skáld is all of a sudden crawling over me in the middle of some freaky fungi tunnels that i am following my radish companion/religious leader/old home patient through

[donteatthefishtacos]

Zac finally found his dad on the first try. Character growth. We love to see it.

[spirit-does-an-art]

Sir Colin Provolone vs. Daddy Issues

[rlpersephone3259]

I feel like honor skips a generation.

[battlemasterofceremonies]

deli and colin’s convo in the tunnel has me on the floor. “we should talk at some point … not right now tho” *proceeds to have a very charged convo*

[pan-fried-stupidity]

To whoever made Colin bald in the artwork, I am kissing you on the lips and pledging my lifelong servitude

[ace-of-d1am0nds]

the fact that lou said that deli’s eyes go a bit wide when karna slaps him… i- but also i now headcanon that his eyes go just a little bit wider after colin’s first strike, and thennnnnn he gets mad like the cast said after the second strike

[curls101]

A Sonnet on Three Fires

okay but.... none of us are over Colin's confession from last ep yet, right? Right???? Sir Provolone gets a sonnet from me. He is a knight, after all 

this one formally goes out to everyone who’s written longposts about Colin recently because it really got me appreciating this character. Cheers.

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A Sonnet on Three Fires

There are three fires burning in the heart of this place. In one, there is a good man. It does not matter that he is noble, it only matters that he has caught the gaze of his betters. Of those who do not care that he looks to the sky, at the end of his lifespan.

In the second, there is a bad man, ironic as it sounds. A man who lacks in substance. Ethanol fried off and left to simmer. He will burn too, like his father. Nothing but a collection of cruelties that will compound into nothing. Nothing material. Only liquor.

The final man is burning, but he is not burning the same. He is safe and sound, amongst men who aren’t his friends, solid and saintly. The man is in love with the world - his constant mistake. Inflamed with compassion. Empathy. Principals. In the doorway, leaving, here is bravery.

At the end of it all, will it matter that he stood fast, Or will his calcified heart be all that lasts?