#swordlogiczine

[swordlogiczine]

Welcome, O Guardian 

Within these pages, we celebrate the Hive — their gods, their lore, and the dark fascination they inspire. This fanzine is a labor of love, crafted by a community of Guardians who find beauty in the eerie glow of chitin and runes, the weight of ancient oaths, and the whispers of something deeper. 

Here, you’ll find art, stories, and musings that delve into the Hive’s rich mythology, alongside lighter takes and original content that reflect the passion and creativity of  our community. Whether you serve the Sword Logic, study the scriptures of the Deep, or simply admire the Hive from a safe distance, there’s something here for you.

Aiat 

[veryredgir]

"Oryx wanted to venture out, deep in thought, and feed on the delicacies of truth. Well, he got what he wanted. Now Oryx knows death more intimately than any of us. No bringing him back." My piece for the @swordlogiczine

[eiramew]

Tresh & Acolyte friend

My second piece for @swordlogiczine <3 You can find the full zine here

Tresh lore below <3

Tresh is a human warlock, whose skin has turned green because of events we will get into later. Tresh was a student at the Ishtar Academy before the Collapse (Roughly 10 years after Maya and Chioma), mostly studying the cultural aspects of the Vex initially, but then shifting her focus on the hive and their rituals. She has tattoos on her whole body, telling the story of her studies and research, which has helped her piece her past together when she woke up as a guardian. After the events of the Taken King, Tresh grew an interest in the Taken and their magic, deciding to dedicate her research to "un-taken" taken characters. After years of study and practice, she has sacrificed her left hand and forearm, becoming permanently taken, but also using it as a tool to exorcise taken energy from people and other races. The taken corruption is slowly growing, leaving scars all over her arms, slowly spreading wider and wider, also giving her this unusual greenish skin tone.

[winnower-winnower]

Back to the Reflecting Pool

This was my contribution to the @swordlogiczine ! I really wanted to depict a scene with my take on Xivu Arath’s design, but aimed for the piece to sit further in a moodier realm to explore her grief and resolve. Here, Xivu stands in contemplation over the waters of Fundament, which I envision to resemble the rocky formations that build up tide pools. I had such a blast working on this project, and am so amazed with everyone’s wonderful work. Please go check out the full Zine! 🌟

[flowers-of-io]

Sword logic, sword logic, logic me a sword ✨️

I had the utmost honour to contribute TWO pieces to @swordlogiczine: a collab fic with the one and only @euxiom (which you can also read on Ao3) and a comic-illustration for the negative spaces! Please check out the whole zine here, it's absolutely gorgeous and everyone's worked so hard on their pieces <3

[selcidia]

My contribution to the @swordlogiczine!

I'm glad I got to be part of this, and thank you to @eiramew for putting all this together ♥♥♥

I got to see everyone's awesome work as it was being made and you should definitely go check it out >>>

[dredgenaves]

Swordlogic.

2 renders made for the @swordlogiczine , thanks for having me !

[synnthamonsugar]

My illustration for @phthalology's fic, The Fourth Inundation! This fic and many others are featured in Sword Logic Zine, hosted by @eiramew!

[imonthemoonitsmadeofcheese]

Iconoclasm

This was my collaboration with @crispy0nion for the @swordlogiczine

Isn't the art just gorgeous? I love it so much!

Ever since Season of the Witch I've been infatuated with the idea of Eris-worshipping Hive. @crispy0nion helped make them a reality. I'm also super delighted because I've always wanted to do a collaboration with an artist where the art and the words were on the same page side by side like this. It turned out so good! Here's a link to Ao3 if you prefer to read the poem there.

And I've put the plain text of the poem below the cut if it's easier to read that way.

Iconoclasm

Crack through the chitin! Chip off the teeth! What writhes above us Dismember beneath!

She who wields those Who kill gods as her knives! She who takes Vengeance For those who have died!

Tear out your worms! Break all the swords! Disrupt the rituals! Alter the wards!

Crota has fallen! Oryx is dead! Give her the mantle Of all that has bled!

She who strikes fear In Xivu Arath! Haruspex walking The Bladed Path!

Ruin of Savathun Exposer of lies! Blasphemy! Heresy! Give her your eyes!

Many-Mouthed Hunger! Bane of the Swarm!  We tithe ourselves  To Eris Morn! 

[aghostsdestiny]

My entries for @swordlogiczine 💫

Normally I post stuff separately, but these two inspired eachother 👏

At the source of all beauty & all agony is family 🔥

You can see everyone else's pieces in the pdf 👀

[h3xxthev3xx]

My contributions to the Sword Logic zine were a lilll different than the rest-

How can we leave out a few a few of Drifters favorite recipes after all? Prepped and ready for all Guardians to enjoy 💚🐛 (You can actually make these)

Offical zine pdf here ->

[swordlogiczine]

Sword Logic - A Destiny 2 Hive-centric fanzine

Aiat ! Interest check!

Please fill the form below if you'd like to participate in this project :)

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[lazulcatt]

My contribution to the @swordlogiczine ! First zine I’ve done!

There were many skilled artists and writers working on the zine, and it’s been a pleasure to meet you all!

Full zine link below

[eiramew]

The Three Fates

My first piece for the @swordlogiczine <3 You can find the full zine here

[crispy0nion]

little preview of the illustration i did for @imonthemoonitsmadeofcheese's poem for @swordlogiczine! very excited for this one :]

[xivu-arath]

"Here is what is taught to the Hive, from the basest of Thralls newly made: that what can be destroyed, must be destroyed. What cannot be destroyed will surpass infinity."

my piece for @swordlogiczine - a fragment of how the hive might view time and history, framed by their crusade and fatal purpose

I am still so overwhelmed that I was chosen to write for the zine, especially in the company of talented friends and long-admired artists and writers! thank you so much for having me, @eiramew!

check out the whole zine here!

Let me congratulate you all. You may be a ragged, sorry group of acolytes – some of you not even with your eyes fully grown! – but you have lived a full year from the moment you clawed yourself free of the brood sacs. A year of hunger, growth, and perhaps even the forming of a few wits in your vacant skulls.

I am here to shake them loose, and see if they can do more than rattle on about food and killing.

By now, you must know the littlest fragment of our history. Of the pact made with the worm our god, the gifts and secrets they granted, how they cut the first wounds to lead us from our world|prison. Can even one of you frail wretches tell me which of the worms we follow is the strongest? Your single year of life should have taught you this at the very least.

Honest Yul, who spoke first! A safe answer, at least you have been paying some attention. 

What of Eir, reality cleaving to his words to carve out laws, or hungry Ur? 

Ah, Akka – a clever trap, most commendable. To deny it would be to deny the power our king commands. If your tongue doesn’t kill you, you might even do well… and now that I’ve said as much, you will have to be even quicker, won’t you?

All wrong, however – yes, callow acolyte, even your trick answer. The strongest worm, and the oldest, the one that truly cannot be escaped, even by its kin – we know its name, and its name is Time.

No? Perhaps you are too young yet to realize it – even our gods are trapped within the bounds of time’s coils. They cannot leap through it as those brittle machines do – nor would they, for such a victory would be hollow, unmade as soon as it was within our grasp. No, we carve our deeds into time’s hide through struggles and slaughters, and our history is found in these deepest wounds, the scars we have etched into it. Still the worm heals, and grows, and devours, and so our wars become stories, our stories myths, our myths an echo.

You might think each year, each decade and century and long millennia of our crusade is a step forward. This is a lie, a trap. Why is the future so close and the past so distant? Because time curls inward upon its own tail, until it reaches the end of history and swallows it, grinds it down into void and dust. Each of you, and even I, will one day be only a faded memory, a single faint mark upon it – and then nothing at all.

What’s this? You all look so discouraged! Does it trouble you so to know that you will be eaten twice-over? Time, at least, will leave no messy carcass or spore lying around for others to scavenge.

Here is a truth to make the knowing go down more smoothly.

Oryx will prevail. We will flense lies from truth as the softest, rotting flesh from bone. By sword and teeth and hunger we will craft the universe a most perfect ending, our first and final gift. Freed from its grasp by rendering reality irreducible, our king will behold the greatest worm in its totality – and cut off its head.

In its death throes, it will disgorge its tail, it will flail and unravel, and in its unravelling it will reveal the whole of time from the moment it bit down on the first flicker of consciousness. There, scarred and bleeding, will be the final truth, the only truth – the story of we, the Hive.

Live long, little acolytes, and live wisely. You would like to see it for yourself, wouldn’t you?