#hive sword

[maramuntonart]

Recent Destiny 2 commission that I finished arround Halloween. Had a lot of fun with this one, really happy with how it came out!

[caramelcocooncreations]

"Truth is a funny thing..."

My piece for @swordlogiczine ! 🐛

[nynehells]

Two Lightbearers - my piece for @swordlogiczine :D I wanted to do something optimistic/symbolic of a nicer future for Lucent Hive and Guardians.

[theavocadojam]

Swordtember Day 10: Relic

[nijigasakilove]

Elfaria 😍

[vertigoartgore]

2021's Venom Vol.4 #35 (LGY : #200) cover by artist Ryan Stegman, inker JP Mayer and colorist Frank Martin.

[lizzieraindrops]

BRING ME PINS FOR MY RED STRING BOARD

Eris looked to the last card. The Wish puzzled her. A wish is desire, the greatest power in this universe. Eris had wished before. It had led her here. Would she be asked to wish again? What else would her desire wrought? Turning away, Eris left the cards on the table and took her questions with her.

From the Ex Diris exotic grenade launcher lore. This will obviously be highly relevant to the resolution of Season of the Witch. What does Eris really want??

guiding others down the same path that saved me. But... I might allow myself to want more than peace. What, I am not certain. Is joy the word? Might I find that again?

From Eris' last radio message in Season of the Haunted. Once resigned to misery, Eris now wants something more than the peace she has gained helping others process and survive trauma like hers. She even entertains the once-impossible idea of seeking joy in her life.

"Hey," Drifter said. "You find that joy yet?" "Soon," Eris answered. "Joy is built... but I have taken the first step."

From the IV. Tether in the Purpose lorebook from Season of the Deep. She's seeking the joy, folks! But still, what does she want?

I am lost in these lunar tunnels. Out of ammo. Short on Light. I am out of moves, save one. I clutch an Ahamkara bone in one hand, and my dead Ghost in the other. I hear a whisper. My vision is gone. My face itches from the viscous flow from my eyes. Though I can't see, I find that I suddenly know the way out.

From the Cloak of the Great Hunt lore all the way back in Forsaken. She wants what she's always wanted, what she originally wished upon an Ahamkara bone for. A way out. Of the Hellmouth, of her personal misery, of the Sword Logic and the greater horrific positive feedback loop of violence that the Hive have been enacting upon the universe for billenia.

Your star got its name from the oldest myths in that archive. and when your mother told your father that story...the star became your name. A prayer that all will go as it must... and the way it must go is struggle." "Aiat." Not a word in Ulurant or any other Cabal tongue. "But Caiatl means something else." "Yes. 'It may not always go as it needs to go.' A good name for a soldier." (emphases mine)

From Caiatl's journal in the Lightfall Collector's edition. A way out!!! It keeps coming up in the lore again and again. Ending vicious cycles and finding out what's beyond them, even the Hive's unstoppable AIAT.

Recovery is a spiral, not a circle. You may return to the same patterns, but you will break free." —Eris Morn

From the Refashioned Shapes (!!!) ship from Shadowkeep. Perhaps the most iconic Eris line in the game. This is who she has always been! This is what she has always sought. By finally fully embracing and claiming the way the Hive have affected her, she is going to paradoxically END THE HIVE'S CYCLE OF VIOLENCE. The HIVE!!! She is going to FREE HERSELF and in doing so FREE THE HIVE FROM THE SWORD LOGIC!!!!!

[nathanielthetallone]

Early this year I was having slight identity issues, I felt like I didn't understand who I am and why I am the way I am, I searched for answers in philosophy and religion I found them wanting, not for me.

I made some answers of my own which helped, and then something turned a rough idea of my idea of identity into something more solid ( these ideas include more then is listed here but that's not relevant rn) and that was, is MOTHERFUCKING Destiny 2 episode heresy came out and made me think about who I am using sword logic. Made me reread the books of sorrows for the third time this year, made me think about people's nature, and made me realise that whoever I am, no matter what path I carve, nor choices I make, I am me because there are no what ifs or what if I didn't do that, because that's not the path I chose to make, I am and there is no other me, I am me because there is no one else I can be.

to quote Oryx "Aiat: let me be what I am because to be anything else would be fatal."( Books of sorrows Verse 5:6 — aiat, aiat, aiat, aiat, aiat) I am Nathaniel, my nature is wanting to understand, I am who am eternally.

Aiat

[erratic-exomind]

Thoughts on Dage 2025

Shin Thoughts:

Damn, this was easily one of Shin's worst nightmares. Horrific cruelty to children, being bound by a promise that they never personally made, taking a step closer the Iacta Alea Est bad end.

Like I want to write them being silly and weird, but this is just fodder for expanding on their laundry list of issues. The paranoia that kick-started Alea Est? Here's an ally that might have betrayed you. Never led an army of the dead before? Here's Dage glued to your brain, learn from it. You can never break a promise? Here's your cultists commiting blood sacrifices that bind you to a promise of their desire.

While she didn't appear directly, seeing more of our bond with Song was a delight. Sparagmos taking aim at us was more than a little concerning though.

Personal thoughts:

Zedek puts both Iona and Drago to shame in terms of sheer deluded naricisistic cruelty. The idea of a kingdom where children are born almost exclusively to be used as vessels for their parents to reincarnate into, their souls destroyed forever and without having ever known sincere love, is sickening. At least Iona and Drago were honest in their entitlement, the delusion that all deserved to be theirs. As far as they were concerned, they weren't tragic martyrs sacrificing themselves for a better world, they just wanted more for no other reason than because they wanted it.

Zedek thinks he's a Luthen, but he's just insane.

Point proven.

Also surprisingly excited to see Yara again, and I'm really excited to see where we go next with her and all the other paladins that have taken power from the Evil and are committed to fight still in the name of good. Paladin Soul Cleavers, Lucent Fiends, Necromancers.

Honestly, shouldn't be surprised that Maya is running around doing dodgey stuff behind our back. Not with her being our main ally as Chaos Lord XIII, who wanted to see where our story went no matter what happens. If anyone could hold the title of the first convert to the Church of the Eternal, Maya is a strong candidate.

Overall I loved this story. The identity horror of Dage living in our head, the line slowly getting blurred. The horror of Atlas and everything that it has done. More exploration of the EDoT as a god and the distress it causes.

[thefirstknife]

"My court is love, and you will find me there"

I know it's kinda late to speculate this aspect in particular, but wouldn't be wonderful if Xivu Arath could be summoned by an unmatched act of unconditional love?

That would be really good. I guess it would also require it to be the Hive definition of love, so in a way, that remains to be true since it would require unimaginable violence, which is love.

Much to think about in the context of Caiatl and Umun'arath and how Caiatl's mercy killing of her former mentor was the final nail in the ritual to open Xivu's portal over Torobatl. And how this whole ritual was set up by Savathun, as a gift for Xivu, an act of love between the sisters. It can definitely be interpreted as exactly that.

[flowerandthesongstress]

When I was a child, a mangy cat dragging a freshly killed chicken almost as big as himself, entered my room through a closed window in a balcon-less apartment on the fifth floor of a high-rise building, in the downtown of a bustling metropolis of 8 million people. 

In the darkness, I found a box of matches by touch and lit a candle, and I rose up on my elbows to see him better, and I rubbed my eyes first at the clock (the hour was 88:88) then at the cat as he placed the dead chicken at the foot of my floor ‘bed’ and spoke to me, explaining his reasoning. 

He was aware that I hadn’t had any meat in half a year and he took it upon himself to rectify the situation, as little children need a nutritious diet in order to grow big and strong, a steady diet that includes lots of protein. 

Concerned, I asked: but isn’t this a laying hen? One that lays eggs? 

He succinctly answered ‘Eh’, meaning that he didn’t care neither about this chunk of meat being a laying hen, nor about anyone else’s sorrows outside of the apartment. Times were tough: you either prioritize or you perish. Besides, he couldn’t very well ask the hen to come over and stay and lay eggs for me, could he? A hunter and ruthless killer such as himself is limited in ways he could assist anyone. 

Nodding, I agreed that this sounded logical. I thanked him. I did. Multiple times. 

Being a little child, affectionate and cuddly, and lonely and deprived and touch-starved, I tried to hug him, too, but he opted out. Due to personal issues, most likely (I decided not to pry).

In conclusion, he asked whether I wanted any rats, as they were easier to catch and more fun to kill — and thus were his favorite. I said no, thank you, and that he should have the rats.

The next day he left through the window on the fifth floor of an apartment tower in a city of 8 million people that is 8 hundred miles away from the nearest sea, the city that has a river of crude oil flowing through it, and brought back some fresh fish. 

I could not have wished for a better, more resourceful friend.  

∞

Magical realism is for when you can’t wrap your head around something, when that something is so unbelievable and so unthinkable and traumatic and ‘how was it even possible’ that a simplified fairy tale causes less cognitive dissonance; when an explanation for what really happened and why it happened would not only take dozens of pages instead of a couple of paragraphs, but would sometimes seem less realistic than a fantastical one. And/or would not be accepted as the truth by those who weren’t there. 

When trauma remains and persists into your adulthood, when you do not have it in you to ‘get yourself together’ and explain the truth out loud, either because your therapist wasn’t there and wouldn’t understand the scope of the terror that you feel, or simply because talking about the truth is more straining than inventing magical shit...what do you do? How do you process?

You say ‘fuck it’ and you go ahead and make the fabulist fictionalization a little MORE realistic and grounded and logical than the true event. 

You change the apartment into a country house. 

Hey, it’s a village. The ground floor. A window was open. 

Plenty of food everywhere around those parts. Nature and abundance and all. The cat did not have to make much of an effort. Not a chicken, no, of course not a chicken. It was a uuuh...partridge. Yes, a wild and free partridge not locked up on someone’s balcony lol what balcony.

The cat’s thievery did not cause anyone else to starve. 

Moreover, he was not a thief at all.

The cat talked, because magic. No big deal. Magic is also abundant around those parts. 

And the cat had been given clear instructions and sent by a caring parent, to provide for you. Hmm? Why wasn’t the parent providing for you? Good question. Well, that was only because a pesky curse of some sort was preventing the parent from doing that, from seeing you. 

You, the child.

The inner child. 

Everything will be okay. Everything is okay. Shhh.

The fridge is full to bursting. Look. Look at this. There’s plenty of food. 

There’s even ice cream. All the ice cream you could ever want.

Look at this beautiful bed. It’s yours.

You have someone by your side to hug every day. And he knows. He knows, he understands.

No outages, there will never be any outages either, now come on, turn off those extra lights, you don’t need them. 

You’re not going back. Not. Going. Back.

∞

I recently gobbled up Anya von Bremzen’s memoir, and chapter nine had me sobbing all throughout. I felt like I was back in the helpless body of a hungry child.

She did try to explain the truth. Duh doy; a memoir. Nonfiction. Pages upon pages of realistic, ample, poignant and even (bitterly) witty explanations...yet I can see how these explanations might be perceived as sensationalist and ‘this is some bullshit’. I think they do sound a bit sensationalist and were written as such on purpose, because sensationalism is also an alternative for processing trauma — a trauma that isn’t as deep-seated — utilized by someone who was only grazed by reality, someone who can tell a story to a crowd of well-fed outsiders and feel, if only for a couple of hours, like she belongs with them now and perhaps has always belonged with them, and like their gasps inhale her fear.

Decades older than we are, she was just a visitor, already whisked off abroad and having a safe place to return to. My mind brings forth images of rich white westerners at a dinner party, their eyes wide, the tips of their fingers against their ever-so-slightly open mouths in a show of polite consternation as they listen to an ‘exotic’ and ‘horrifying’ tale that ‘just can’t be true’ or ‘goodness, I had no idea it was that bad’. 

It took my husband decades to realize that he wasn’t ‘allergic to candy’ as a child. Same with me. It took each of us decades to separate the truth from the many fairy tales. 

Anyway...Captain Obvious here:

Authorial reticence is not for ‘being mysterious’ or ‘unique’ or ‘cool’ or ‘edgy’. It’s for when otherwise you’d stay silent, because the truth will remain stuck in your throat, choking you.

Fabulism is not for whimsy, quirkiness, ‘surrealism’, or gratuitous ‘weirdness’. It’s for when reality is more frightening than the truth. Casual magic is safer than the truth. Truth is creepier. Truth makes you want to thrash your head around, repeating ‘no, no, no, I don’t want to remember, I am NOT going to talk about it’. 

Magical realism is for when someone needs to cope, but doesn’t know how. A defense mechanism against the terror that lives inside you for all of your personal infinity, and will never go away. 

I’m sure there will be another MASSIVE boom of magical realism literature, coming up in two to three decades. 

If they get as lucky as we got; if they, too, get to grow up.  

[south-sea]

what the hell do you mean the black arms had actual physical weapons like swords. this is why making up an entire AU without having ever played the source game makes it so weird and fun

[ask-the-taken-king]

Warriors of light.

I see you.

I have lain in silence long enough. I see fit to come into this new realm of… Tumblr. I am sure it will be so easily conquered as anything else has been. While I am sure my revered daughters would be quite apt in teaching me the ways of this strange sorcery, I am determined to learn this on my own.

Come to me now, o’ warlords. I shall tear the inquiries from your chest, and pull apart the seams of your defiance.

//Ask and role play requests are open!!

[baede-6]

Titan friend: If you like Gambit, you're crazy, if you like Gambit and you're GOOD at it, you're terrifying.

Me,an unassuming smol hunter that went from rank 1 to 7 in one night: :3

Titan friend: I'm happy you're on my squad.

[nijigasakilove]

Not as crazy an episode story-wise as the first, but still really good and importantly narratively. Got to learn a lot more about demons, how to kill them, all the ways they can be born, and showing us Jinya’s rather complicated family history. Did not see that twist coming at the end with his mom.

It was dark in the first episode, so I didn’t really get a good look at the dad, but these last couple decades must’ve really made him mellow out because he was so cruel in episode 1 and seems to be a picture perfect dad to Natsu now.. not for no reason though. When we finally got to the end and found out that a demon raped his wife leading to Suzune’s birth and how she died in child birth.. I get it. It definitely would be hard to look at Suzune, but if he’d considered she herself was innocent and just the result of a horrific circumstance.. maybe she wouldn’t have been so fucked up mentally.

Anyway, nice full circle moment with Jinya going back to where it all started, showing his dad how much he’s grown and finally putting his mother to rest. Now he can truly move on and start his journey. Just from these first two eps, I can tell a big theme in this series is gonna be people being victims of awful circumstances. Unfortunate what happened to Jinya and Suzune, but at least Natsu will have a loving home.

[local-lesbrarian]

Hey, did you that even if you're writing in sci-fi/fantasy, you can still have nonbinary people who are regular-ass humans? You don't need a robot or alien symbiote or fey being or etc. for a character to use they/them or neopronouns. Of course you can still have nonhuman entities that aren't male/female, but if you only write nonhumans that way in a setting that includes humans, it sure seems implicit that you consider nonbinary identities as exotic flavor. That might not be your intention, but you might not notice yourself doing it. We didn't catch it in our own writing before we came out.

I've just read too many space operas that I love that fall into this pattern. We love they/them fairies and xe/xir aliens! But like...why are all the humans only men or women?