#karna solara

[supergraphicultramoderngirl]

aabria iyengar. you agree

[weavile]

“so if i have to press, i will.”

[beckyblah]

My rot is as hungry as me. & when God asks me about love, I always respond with cruelty.

[aydasparamour]

somebody asked me to post this on tumblr and i promptly forgot to do so but here it is. currently thanking god that zac & aabria have similar face shapes.

[yeehawpim]

What is the will of a god to my hunger?

If you dare reach between my jaws trying to wrench Companionship and Happiness and Life from them, I will bite off your hand and swallow both.

Continuation of this au I have no name for lol

[valdrinorm]

the most brutal thing i've ever seen in my life

[hollyevolving]

Fuck yes!

[doodleswithangie]

"The battle is over. And with that, the Ravening War."

[Image description: Fanart of the PCs from "The Ravening War" grieving post-episode 6 battle. Alt text is provided and copied below the cut. End ID.]

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Image one: Colin, Amangeaux, and Deli are sat on the ground, grieving after the battle. Amangeaux holds her head in one hand and clutches Deli's with the other. Colin lays a hand on Deli's shoulder. Behind them, the white outlines of Raphaniel and Karna have their backs to the group, but reach back to place their hands on Colin's shoulders. It is captioned, "We did it."

Image two: Same as the first image, but with Raphaniel and Karna outlined and colored like the rest of the group but darkened in shadow. It is captioned, "We did it," and repeated a second time in white ink.

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[pond-eringstuff]

Hey does anyone else remember Karna can take the faces of other people? Me neither

[nosnexus]

The FDA knows.

[meetthefatess]

first karna design ideas!!

Coming out of hiatus to draw aabria iyengar pcs >>>

[intrepidbeans]

[1wn8ure]

Karna is such an interesting character to me, most notably because of her AGE

She was SO young when the war started. Younger still when she was thrown into a life of subterfuge and secrecy and disguise. Who knows how young she was when she devoted herself to a deity(?) that represented absolute destruction?

that has GOT to have an effect on one's psyche. in your most developmental years, knowing intimately that your narrative has been doomed from the beginning. how do you find the will to build yourself up from nothing when you know all you will ever survive to see will be foundations at most?

part of me wonders what parts of Karna never got the chance to grow as a result. she never had the time most children get to dream, to explore their identities knowing that the entire world was their oyster. she grew up with the fundamental knowledge that eventually, everything in her past, present, and future would end up as detritus. how does someone put down roots in a soil they know will be washed away? and if they cannot put down roots, how in Calorum do they find the nutrients they need to develop?

[e-vasong]

episode 5 of the ravening war is actually so funny because karna is looking at deli with heart eyes, deli is looking at colin with heart eyes, and colin is looking at raphaniel with exasperation as the weird little radish priest tries to fuck a wet biscuit and crawls up the walls like he’s in the exorcist. love wins.

[goodcastlegazette]

Karna didn’t check if that was the heir, if he was in any way a vegetable. I’m not sure she cares, just what it’ll get her. Karna likes Amangeaux. With Tomaté there is no hesitation. These are her “friends” she’s trading away but they’re just pieces on the chess board. Karna is a person but no she’s the spymaster, and she, like everyone, is eventually

waste.

[ostrichchariot]

"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.