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Summer is back and it's gonna be hot this year.
We hope you are all ready for a new edition of our Solar Embrace Zine!
We are on our 6th Edition, and this year we celebrate our Bluesky premiere!
As we do every year, this event is open for everyone, so tell your friends, grab your sunscreen, and join us for our summer zine! Rules and guidelines are below:
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Solar Embrace is an annual Destiny Zine available as a public, free-to-download PDF on August 15th.
In the spirit of the event, there are no applications. Simply submit your finished piece(s) to our email and we'll take care of the rest!
Contributors may submit one or more summer-themed pieces showcasing any or all of their favorite NPCs, OCs, portraits, scenes, or environments from the game.
We encourage all forms of art: traditional, digital, cosplay, music and writing. EVERYONE is welcome to join the fun!
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Summer is back and it's gonna be hot this year.
We hope you are all ready for a new edition of our Solar Embrace Zine!
We are on our 6th Edition, and this year we celebrate our Bluesky premiere!
As we do every year, this event is open for everyone, so tell your friends, grab your sunscreen, and join us for our summer zine! Rules and guidelines are below:
GENERAL INFO
Solar Embrace is an annual Destiny Zine available as a public, free-to-download PDF on August 15th.
In the spirit of the event, there are no applications. Simply submit your finished piece(s) to our email and we'll take care of the rest!
Contributors may submit one or more summer-themed pieces showcasing any or all of their favorite NPCs, OCs, portraits, scenes, or environments from the game.
We encourage all forms of art: traditional, digital, cosplay, music and writing. EVERYONE is welcome to join the fun!
Please remember, YOUR WORK MUST BE RATED T FOR TEEN. This is for the entire Destiny community after all.
FORMAT
Portrait pieces must be in A4 (2480x3508 pixels).
Landscape pieces must be in A3 (3508x4941 pixels).
Written works have a text background provided. Please use this and submit in an image posting. Feel free to send us a Google Doc link and we'll adjust it for you! If posting on AO3, use the event tag! Contact us for help.
Templates in these formats are provided. Please check the Drive folder attached to this announcement to make sure you're working in the right format :) (<- click me!)
3D submission must be a finished render.
We recommend you Glaze/Nightshade your work to protect it against AI training.
PNG or JPG submissions only.
Add your social media @ and platform (Bluesky, Twitter, Instagram, etc.) clear and easy to read in one of the corners. Help people find you!
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Submit your finished piece(s) to [email protected] by August 10th.
WAIT until reset time (5pm UTC) on August 15th to post your piece(s) publicly. This gives us time to arrange the PDF and prevents spam bots from taking the hashtag we want to use.
At posting time, use #SolarEmbraceVOL6 and tag us at @D2ArtEvents on Bluesky/Twitter/Tumblr so we can share your art :)
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#destiny art#destiny fanfic#destiny 2 art#destiny 2 fanfic#solarembracevol6#solar embrace#destiny zine
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“Add just a Touch of Void to your everyday routine and feel it's embrace with every waft."
My piece for @d2artevents Brand Your Guardian zine!
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BRAND YOUR GUARDIAN // The Black Armory / Izanagi's Burden / Le Monarque / Jötunn
@d2artevents's spring zine, Brand Your Guardian
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(Posted on twitter already)
@d2artevents #brandyourguardian zine!
Exchange Prompt by @aghostsdestiny
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Thanks to @d2artevents for the fun zine prompt! I'm a sucker for drawing ads.
My fireteam, I only ever play the warlock and titan, sorry hunter lady. This is the first time I've drawn anyone other than my titan, too! This zine was a lot of fun and kinda made me want to draw them more.
✨Check out the rest of the zine entries with the #brandyourguardian tag!✨
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Guarantees, Then Obligations - Brand Your Guardian
Huzzah for @d2artevents! Go check out the full zine on their Tumblr/Twitter, or peruse the #brandyourguardian tag for more entries.
Read my entry on AO3 here or beneath the cut!
It had been a long day at work for Cayde. It had been a boring day. Those were rare, after the Red War. Ghaul's death had sent the Red Legion scattering like coals kicked from a bonfire, and a good portion of Guardiandom was still running around frantically trying to stamp them out. Keeping that operation coordinated was a job and a half, especially on top of the Vanguard's attempts to re-establish the old patrol schedules. It had all been chaos for a bit there. But, six weeks after retaking the City, things were finally starting to slow down. Cayde was looking forward to some time off. Takeout for dinner and a few Crucible recaps, maybe. Or a rom-com. Or he could scrub down his apartment one more time. The burning-rubble smoke scent had pervaded since he'd moved back in, despite all of his scrubbing so far.
Lady Luck had a different plan for him. Cayde stomped up the stairs and opened his front door, ready to put on a trashy audiobook and spend the evening cleaning, only to find his apartment was occupied. The Hunter inside looked up and flashed him a smile as he took off his boots.
It was a surprise, to be sure. Azra Jax had a strong aversion to the City, and besides, she'd been even busier than Cayde was. Every time he'd checked up on her she'd been in a different corner of the System, running rescue missions or causing trouble for the Red Legion. But if she was home for the night, maybe he could wheedle her into going out to a bar or something. She deserved a night off, too. It seemed her field work had dried up enough to ease her conscience about it.
Or perhaps she'd just buried herself in a different kind of work. She had the coffee table covered with an assortment of what looked like legal documents.
Cayde decided to tease her. "Didn't expect you to be in town." He sidled up beside her and cast a critical eye down at the papers. "Wait, let me guess. You pissed off Zavala somehow and he's making you fill out hard copies of all your scouting reports?"
Azra grinned up at him wryly. "I was finally convinced to take a look at all of these." She flapped some of the sheets in her hands for dramatic effect. She didn't appear to be enjoying herself all that much, whatever it was.
Azra's Ghost spoke up before Cayde could ask more questions. "It's sponsorship contracts. Modeling deals. Promotions. Stuff like that. We've been pretty much ignoring them the past month, but…"
Yeah, that would explain Azra's general air of frustration. If there was one thing she hated more than spending time in the City, it was all of the attention the fame brought. She'd been a bit of a celebrity before the Red War, and things were much, much worse these days. They were talking about making statues, Traveler forbid.
"I just don't get why this is all so important," Azra complained. "It's baffling. There's people who model and stuff for a living. Why are they bothering me so much about it? What's even the point?"
"Well," Cayde said, "You know. It's advertising. A celebrity face gets the people buyin'. So I heard."
"I don't know a Hunter in their right mind who would take this deal." Azra slapped the contracts down on the table. "Sitting around for hours, days, getting prodded and posed. Or having to kiss up to some company founder. Seems mortifying. Why even bother?"
"Fame and fortune seem like pretty good motivators?" Cayde ventured.
Azra just shot him an unimpressed look.
Cayde shrugged and flopped down on the futon next to her, sending the Ghosts chasing after flying papers. "It's not a bad way to make money, if you've got the offer. A few days of light work and you leave with full pockets? No getting shot or blown up? Better than mucking around Fallen nests for peanuts."
"I think I'd prefer getting blown up," Azra said. "I mean, look at this." She yanked the top sheet from her stack. "Three days of photo shooting, three whole days as a human dress-up doll, and I'm still half-considering it cause it's forty thousand Glimmer."
"Sounds like a migraine," her Ghost commented, redepositing the stray files back onto the table. "And what would we even buy?"
"You could use your own room," Cayde said. It was a joke of a suggestion- he saw so little of her already, he was glad she came over when she was in town. But it was fun to propose the idea to her and watch her contemplate the horror of rental agreements and insurance. "Or an office, or something. You could get an address for all the adoring City people to send you fan mail…"
Azra called his bluff immediately, snorting and rolling her eyes. "I could also use a set of sniper rifles color coded for the days of the week, but that doesn't mean it's worth it."
"How about a nice racing Sparrow?" Cayde suggested, in earnest this time. "You know Marcus is itching to get the racing league started back up."
That did give Azra a pause, and Cayde allowed himself a mental pat on the back. Then he played his other card: "Or you could always donate it to the Kinderguardian fund, if you wanted to be all selfless about it. The Vanguard's not exactly flush with Glimmer at the moment. How's that really different than taking another scout mission, morally?" Besides, it might get her to slow down for a couple of days. She made a good act, but he knew her moods as well as his own. She was running on fumes. Look at her, frowning distractedly at her papers, not even trying to annoy Cayde back.
"I still don't think it's a good idea," she muttered to herself. "Why all this payout for an untrained amateur? Smells fishy."
"Well," Cayde said, "You're pretty famous already. People pay attention to what you have to say. Someone can put your seal of approval on things, it'll sure get people interested."
"So I'm selling my reputation for Glimmer," Azra said. She'd never sounded less impressed with a concept.
"Think of it as helping them, then," Cayde suggested. "And helping people looking for whatever they're selling. You've been around the block a few times, you know what's good and what's not. You say, hey, the product works, then the company gets to sell more, and you get Glimmer, and everyone knows where to go to get the good stuff. It's a win-win-win."
"That's all dependent on me having prior knowledge," Azra complained. "Or doing the research, I guess. I've never bought anything from most of these companies."
"Most of them?" Cayde asked. "So you do know some of these? That's a good a place to start as any."
Azra grumbled, so Cayde elbowed her in the side. "Come on. If you don't at least respond to a few, it's gonna look like you're getting airs. You can dodge the reporters all day, but you keep this up and the City folk are gonna think you think you're above them."
"Fine," Azra relented. "You're a bad man, Cayde. Sure know how to sweet-talk a girl."
Cayde stood up, stretching his back. "I'll make some tea. How about you pick out a few of those and I'll take a peak at 'em?"
Azra sighed and started leafing through the stack again. Cayde made quick work with the electric kettle, but she'd already pulled out four offers by the time he'd gotten the leaves in the water. Cayde exchanged one mug for the contracts sipped from the other as he read.
First up: Cobblestone Leatherworks. A shoe company. Made sense- Azra did like their boots, especially for exploration work. A no-brainer.
Second, an independent armor smithy run by one Abd ar-Rashed. They mostly did work for Titans, but Cayde himself had commissioned a few pieces from them over the years. They made good raid gear.
Third-
Cayde spit out his tea and nearly dropped his mug. "Omolon?" he shrieked.
Azra shushed him.
"Omolon?" Cayde repeated, quieter but no less intense. "One of the major foundries offered a personal sponsorship and you were going to say no?"
Azra shrugged. "I hardly use their signature stuff. The whole liquid tech thing is too finicky. Hard to repair in the field. I dunno. But…" Her hand drifted to the holster on her hip, to the sidearm Cayde knew was there.
"I always thought it was weird," he mused, bringing the mug back to his lips. "They do all of this crazy tech, and a basic Vanguard commission design is the one still getting used today. Your baby's made it through more battles than I can count, at this point."
Azra tilted her head, considering that. "Maybe working with the weird stuff means they have to be that much more precise? Can't ever say I had an Omolon jam on me, liquid ammo or no. My sidearm did get damaged real bad at the start of the Red War, but Banshee fixed it right back up. It was with me on the assault on the Almighty, and the fight with Ghaul. Besides the Hellmouth, and the Dreadnaught, and…" she left the tail hanging. And the Vault of Glass. And hey, anything that helped Azra drag herself back from that pit was aces in Cayde's book.
"Then tell that story," he said. "That's the kind of stuff they want to hear. They can have Crucible junkies go on all day about their tech."
He shook his head at the oddity of it- an Omolon contract, and Azra was going to decline- and flipped to the last offering.
Axon Outerwear. A street clothes brand. That was weird. Boots, okay. Armor. Guns. Those were very much Azra Jax things. But normal human clothes were not. (She was lounging on the futon in her strike gear, for the Traveler's sake).
"Clothes?" Cayde asked skeptically.
"Most of mine got destroyed when they hit the Tower," Azra said.
"You've never been very gung-ho about buying more," Caye said. "I remember Andal always had to drag you out shopping. Literally, sometimes."
Azra shifted in her seat. "I think I see Andal's point of view on that more and more these days. I think… it's important to be able to change out of the armor, you know? Take a break from being just a Guardian. Put on something else."
Cayde raised an eyebrow at her, and she made a face at him. "I get the irony of it, thanks. I'll take off the armor when I have something other than base layers to wear."
Cayde tapped the papers against his arm, thinking. The name was still ringing a bell for him. Axon, Axon... "Hey, isn't this the company that does those subclass hoodies?" That was right, they had been quite the rage the past few years.
"They actually… they reached out to me a few months ago," Azra explained. "Before the Red War. Offered to make a custom one. 'Cause, you know. They had Bladedancer ones, but back then I was the only Arcstrider…"
"But you didn't want to draw more attention to that," Cayde said empathetically. "I understand." If the fame was a little annoying, the curiosity had been extremely so. Especially in her early days, when being The Arcstrider was the only public acclaim she had.
"But now there's thousands of Arcstriders," Spark said. "Maybe we deserve to be a little more loud about it."
"I thought you deserved to be loud about it before," Cayde said. "But I get wanting a break from it all."
"Maybe we could make a deal," Azra said. "Give 'em out for bounties or something. I mean, if I hadn't had Andal take me shopping, how long would I have gone through life with only armor to wear? And now, with all this chaos, you think the Kinderguardians are going to have any time to think about this stuff?"
"We might be able to make that work," Cayde said. It would be up the air whether they'd accept it, (giving a bunch of their product out as unofficial Vanguard merch ran the risk of losing them the favor of the Fashion Gods,) but it couldn't hurt to ask.
"Boots and armor and guns and a hoodie," Cayde commented. "What more could you need?"
Azra's stomach elected that moment to growl. The Arcstrider laughed. "Food, apparently."
"Dinner?" Cayde said hopefully. "Ramen?"
Azra grinned at that. "Well, that's partly up to Shiro, isn't it?"
"Shiro's in town?"
"Who'd you think got me to sit down and start taking this stuff seriously?" Azra asked. She held out a hand and Cayde helped pull her to her feet. "He headed off to meet with some foundry rep himself, but that was a few hours ago. He's probably done by now."
Fantastic. Cayde slapped the sheaf of papers down on the table. "Leave all the mailing and negotiating for tomorrow," Cayde said. "Tonight, let's celebrate."
"Celebrate what?"
"Things are starting to get back to normal," Cayde said. "The patrol schedules are set. The VanNet is up and steady. There's nothing going on."
"You want to celebrate… having nothing to celebrate?" Azra asked skeptically.
Cayde grinned. "Exactly! You down or what?"
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'Wear Your Enemy With Style' - Hivonce
My piece for Brand Your Guardian Zine! Big thanks to @d2artevents for another fun zine!
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My 2nd piece for @d2artevents brand zine! She'll be there every five minutes to ask if you need anything LOL!
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my piece for the 'brand your guardian' zine by @d2artevents <33
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Selene & Cobalt star in this mid-century inspired advertisement for @d2artevents's Brand Your Guardian Zine!
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My exchange art piece for @d2artevents's brand your guardian zine, because who better to rock a chunky pair of black Discipla heels than Rhulk himself? Link to the full zine can be found here:
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Dead Messanger Cigarettes — Kill the Messenger, until only the smoke remains.
Here's my entry for @d2artevents 's Brand Your Guardian Zine, featuring my beloved hunteress Nyx. This was my first ever entry for any zine, and I'm very glad the community welcomed me with open arms and assisted me through the process <3.
Please smoke responsibly!
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Hero Box: Delivery of the Vile
Art & writing collaboration with @theavocadojam for the @d2artevents Brand Your Guardian zine! Link to Ao3 if you prefer to read it there.

"Kieran! It is good to see you."
The banging of pots and pans from the kitchen in the back formed a cacophonous counterpoint to Eris Morn's calm demeanor as she greeted Kieran Nor at the Drifter's new bento box delivery stall in the Last City market. Her glowing orb floated eerily between her hands.
Kieran nodded to Eris with a smile and approached the counter where she stood next to the cash register.
"I trust the Drifter has already provided you with sufficient instructions regarding your job duties. I have prepared this document to accompany your delivery." Eris paused and then continued. "The Drifter requested I ensure you understood this one to be... lickety... split." Eris said the last two words slowly as though she had never heard them before and was confused as to their meaning.
She gestured ominously with one hand toward a stack of hot, slightly greasy, boxes. One of them was dripping an unnatural phosphorescent substance. The Drifter's "Hero Box" logo was cheerfully emblazoned on each one.
Kieran's ghost, Blinx, floated over, spun his Fervent shell once, and then transmatted the containers into his inventory.
"I have also taken the liberty of sending coordinates to your ghost." Eris added.
Kieran looked down at the lettering on the parchment Eris had given him. Blinx hovered over his shoulder.
"Eris," Blinx asked. "Am I reading these coordinates right? Are we delivering this to... the Pyramid in Savathun's Throne World?"
"That assessment is accurate," Eris intoned.
“Who the hell’s ordering food in there?!” Kieran muttered.
There was a small explosion in the back.
"Dammit!" The Drifter's voice came from behind the door followed by an especially loud clanging and the hiss of escaping steam.
Eris stiffened in mild alarm and looked at the closed door behind her.
"I'm fine!" the Drifter's voice added.
Eris sighed and her three-eyed gaze returned to Kieran.
"I asked him the same question. His response was that the recipient had paid a premium for a lack of inquiry and that you would, likewise, be appropriately compensated for your own."
Kieran raised his eyebrows.
"So he just... didn't ask?" he asked Eris.
"Indeed," Eris confirmed.
"That's insane," Blinx said, widening his shell. "Why would he do that?"
"I believe it is part of his... business plan." Eris twitched the fingers of one hand and her Ahamkara bone floated over to one of the posters the Drifter had hastily put up along the side of the stall. The words "We deliver everywhere! No questions asked!" were in bright colours at a diagonal along the bottom third of the sign.
"...and," Eris added as her glowing orb returned to her hands, "...the delivery was also promised to be in... under thirty minutes."
Kieran heaved a long sigh and prepared to transmat.
Less than ten minutes later, Kieran was in the Throne World. He rode his Sparrow as far as he could but whoever designed the Pyramid seemed to have built it expressly to prevent anyone from taking a Sparrow inside. Jerks.
Normally Kieran preferred to use Stasis, but for this particular job, speed was of the essence and if he couldn't drive through, he was going to need some extra mobility. Arc energy coursed through him as he went through the first Pyramid entrance at a dead run.
"...really convenient you ended up coming by for this right now." Fynch prattled on in Kieran's helmet.
"Oh?" Blinx asked over the comms link so Kieran could focus on running. "Why is that?"
"The team Ikora sent to clear this place out? They got lost in the Miasma and the Vanguard said they had higher priorities and to just wait. Worm breeding grounds are almost completely overrun."
Blinx sighed. "Wonderful."
Kieran turned his Lodestar Trace Rifle on a swarm of Screebs rushing toward him. They burst in sequence with a popping sound, painting the flooring with splashes of Dark Ether.
"I can't believe we have to fight our way through." Blinx complained to Fynch. "Who orders food in the middle of a warzone behind enemy lines?"
"Gotta admit I'm stumped on that one too," Fynch answered. "Let me know if you find out. Sure is weird."
Kieran triple-jumped, swapping out the Trace Rifle for a Grenade Launcher and landed a shot on a Scorn Abomination square in the middle of its rotting chest. He then swapped back to the Trace and proceeded to fry several Raiders as they fired on him while he slid on his knees.
The purple Void missiles from the now-dead Raiders bounced and scattered around Kieran as he leaned back and continued to slide under the low opening formed by a stone slab which was moving upward far too slowly for his liking. Then, with a rolling tumble forward, he was on his feet again continuing at a dead run, amplified with Arc Light.
The weird statuary and urns of the Pyramid's Dark City blurred in Kieran's vision as he blew past them heading deeper into the complex, effectively and efficiently removing all the Scorn which seemed to be bound and determined to get in his way.
Keimiks, Warden of the Harvest, was obviously not the recipient of the delivery order. But that was who Kieran came up against in the Incubation Chamber where his delivery needed to be made.
After mowing down several dozen Scorn, blowing up several Totems and getting some serious hits in on the Baron, Kieran found himself frustratingly teleported back to an area of the Dark City he'd already fought his way through.
"Dammit!" Blinx said in his ear. "This delay is going to eat into our delivery time. We need to get back in there fast!"
Kieran nodded quietly and increased his efforts, blowing through hostiles even more quickly than before, not stopping to take out any stragglers as long as his way forward was clear.
He'd just reached Keimiks again and managed to toss his Arc Staff right into the Scorn Baron's face when he was once more teleported back several rooms and prevented from finishing Keimiks off.
Kieran ground his teeth in frustration and channeled all his Light into his own mobility. The terrain around them seemed to blend together and the Ravagers and Stalkers fell crackling and jerking with electricity as Kieran ripped his way back through the Pyramid. Soon enough he was once more in the Incubation Chamber, tossing a Pulse Grenade at Keimiks' feet while emptying the entire magazine of his Cataphract GL3 Grenade Launcher into the oversized Scorn's face.
With a final gasp of Dark Ether the Baron fell to his knees and lay still.
Kieran, breathing heavily, ran over to the empty brazier in the middle of the room where his delivery coordinates had specified the order needed to be placed.
Blinx transmatted the dripping boxes down and Kieran slapped the parchment receipt Eris had given him on top of the stack.
"Four Hero Boxes," Kieran said, reading Eris' spidery script out breathlessly to the empty room. "Hive Nigiri, no wasabi. Wizard Fingers with extra Taken butter. Double order of Ascendant Eye Poppers." Kieran sucked in another lungful of air through his teeth. "And a Vanilla Vex Milk Flan. Hot and ready, as promised."
The dead mangled Scorn bodies scattered around them gave no response.
Blinx scanned the room. "This can't be happening. Did we just go through all that only for no one to even show up to pay and take the food?"
"Oh, I'll take the food, maggots. But I ain't payin' that scumbag Drifter anything."
Kieran and Blinx turned around to see Savathun's ghost, Immaru, gloating in the air behind them.
"Did... did Drifter know he was delivering to you?" Kiran asked, still catching his breath.
Immaru chortled as though this was the funniest joke ever. "Of course not. Mr. Ask-me-no-questions-I'll-tell-you-no-lies didn't ask. You glitter bums are so predictable"
"You stiff Drifter on the bill and you're getting blacklisted." Blinx snarled at the other ghost. "No more deliveries ever again, for all eternity."
"Nuh-uh," Immaru spun his shell and laughed. "He said thirty minutes or it's free." The tiny spiky Hive General leaned forward in the air. "You took thirty two."
"We were in this room three times!" Blinx practically shrieked. "We got teleported out twice!"
"Instructions were clear. Coordinates were given. You..." Immaru flexed the Hive chitin of his shell at Blinx. "...were slow. Now get the hell outta here before I call every Lucent Hive in the area down on your pathetic asses."
"Come on Blinx," Kieran said, his voice exhausted. "Let's go."
"Oh and thanks for dealing with my Scorn problem for me, jerkwads. Vanguard's been dragging its heels around here. I'll be sure to order food from that slimy basement creep again next time they slack off. You're so much cheaper than wasting my own resources, especially when your slow asses get me free dinner too."
"You!" Blinx began to rush toward Immaru. Kieran grabbed his ghost gently and walked out.
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Exchange piece for @d2artevents Brand zine of @montybirds OCs 🫶
Guardians adopting Eliksni are such a weakness of mine ough 💙💚💙💚
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Drip Hunter for @d2artevents Brand Your Guardian zine in all it's glory. Get these now shoes now for only one bajilion glimmer
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