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little-honeypie · 2 months

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Desperately need to know more about that Taken King titan of yours.............

I did have a master post about my Destiny OC's but it looks like Tumblr's eaten it 😭

His name is Blake Pendragon. He's an awoken titan. He has a sister named Ophelia Pendragon. She's my warlock.

Blake is soft spoken and doesn't use his Light very often. He was revived a few years before the D1 campaign takes place. He studied under the Speaker. He became fascinated by his work and everything about it. He was his apprentice. He went to events and preached about the typical BS of "the Light finds a way" "May the Light, guide you" "Stay in the Light" etc. after the Speaker was killed, he took over. He received a vision in his sleep. One of twisting shapes, darkness, plague and pain. He excitedly told the Vanguard who were wary but listened and quickly began trying to decipher it.

The citizens and Tower workers, (even some guardians) didn't like that he took over and stepped up so quickly. They didn't see him as admirable, noble or even useful. They thought him a fraud. He would commonly be harassed.

When the Vanguard couldn't decipher his vision, he left to try and find what it was on his own. If he could discover the reason, he'd be able to prove himself, right? Everyone would accept him.

He went to the EDZ in search for answers. Asked Devrim for his input (They're friends and commonly have tea together) He suggested it was something to do with the Taken. They'd been acting weirdly across the board based on reports. Actively hunting down guardians and seemingly searching for something. So Blake took up the study of them. Studied the Taken relentlessly. He went to Eris and spoke with Petra to get information but none of it was good enough so he went out on his own. He had to find out what everything meant. He had to prove himself. He refused communication with his sister which was out of character. He became obsessed.

He went to the Dreadnaught where he was overrun. The Taken were different. Calculated and erratic. Though he was a light bearer, yes but he had little experience in the field. He was in over his head by far. As he desperately fled deeper and deeper into the ship, he could hear whispers at the edges of his mind, telling him to stop, the Light is a plague, corruption. He could do so much better. He will be fine if he just stops. He will be accepted. He can command armies upon armies and show the Vanguard and the last city that he was right. He tried calling for backup but his Ghost was killed. Surrounded, Blake stood before the armies of Taken. They didn't move any closer. Simply staring at him. The voices swirled in his mind, lulling him, spinning their web of lies.

Humanity didn't deserve him.

He could do so much better if he just listened.

He could have all the power he ever wanted.

It wouldn't be like Uldren, he would be in control.

He was alone. No ghost, no Speaker to guide him. No sister to protect him.

He wouldn't need protection. He wouldn't need guidance. He wouldn't need the Light.

He gave in.

Sorry if this is written poorly, it is 7 minutes before my shift 😩

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scxvnger · 2 years

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kaboom!!!!

yeah yeah they'd probably be wearing a helmet but sunglasses are wayy more fun

Please don't repost without permission! Reblogs are always appreciated though :) // Twitter: scxvnger

#ngl my warlock still doesnt have a name #destiny 2 #destiny the game #destiny guardians #destiny art #my art #oc art #destiny vanguard #gjallarhorn #destiny warlock #guardians #destiny fanart #fanart

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farmergilesofham · 7 months

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The Vanguard Swimsuit Fic Part 6: Interlude

"...And you want me to clear this?" "Yessir."

The Guardian had always maintained a certain level of respect for Commander Zavala in their frequent interactions, one which had never truly extended to any other member of the Vanguard, Dark or otherwise. Confronted, once, on this point, they had said: "If I had your job, I'd have run away a thousand times by now." Little comfort for the commander now, as he sat beleaguered and worn out at his desk, flipping through the Guardian's unexpected proposal, maintaining the strained silence for a little longer. Oh, how Zavala had missed silence, these past few weeks.

Unfortunately, he could also see the right of it - the Eliksni Quarter was still in need of expansion, proper water diversion, irrigation, and a laundry list of other issues that needed to be solved sooner rather than later; the Dreaming City still remained a mercantile non-entity, only sending aid when it was deemed 'stricly necessary' by the Queen, and attempting to start up interplanetary trade chains with NeoMuna as the city still lay under siege was proving almost too much to handle. And, to top it all off, the Last City's morale had taken a sharp nose dive to an all-time low, given the persistence of the Witness' portal, and the unfortunate rise of rumours about Eris' recent transformation. Now, in a coincidence he may once have attributed to the Will of the Traveller, here lay an answer to all his problems, alongside a neat way to redistribute the pooled wealth of the vast number of Guardians active in the field for whom the Eververse and Ada's synthweave had never quite been desirable enough. The only question now would be getting the participants' permission in an appropriate manner; the marketing would handle itself, given the extensive reach of the guardians' many inter-planetary communications networks. Some of them still pinged data off defunct WAR-SATs, leaving net-traces which Master Rahool had submitted for Vanguard review some years prior. The thought of the lost dignity in doing this flitted through Zavala's mind, but was stamped down with the hard reality of the situation. And so, his attention returned to the official document of proposal. It could have been phrased a little better, but at least the Young Wolf had managed to keep any egregious spelling mistakes out.

"Fine. I will have the Cryptarchy run this out into a proper document, and then we'll set a date."

"But- but they'll tell everyone! You know how bad they are at keeping other people's secrets!"

Zavala smiled. Slayer of Gods or no, this Guardian still had a lot to learn about actually leading people, and using one's resources efficiently. He got out of his chair, and walked to the window, the bright reflections of sunlight throughout the City shining in his eyes.

"That is the point."

"Oh. Okay."

The silence stretched on a little longer, different this time.

"Hey so would you mind b--"

"I have already appended my signature. I will be there, if I have time."

"Oh."

The Guardian's face cracked into a smile, clearly visible even through their watery reflection on the window glass, mirroring the Commander's own as he turned back to face them. The Guardian leapt up, swung on their cloak, and skipped right out the office. From the end of the hall, barely heard in the echo, came a bright

"THANK YOU!"

The Commander sat back down, and sifted through another sheaf of papers. One of these days, he would have to get a new laser printer. But for now, the sun shone on those written words, and the old Titan felt, for the first time in days, quite content.

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Hello and welcome to part 6! Or, part 5.5? Part \\//? Who knows!

Hope you enjoyed this. It's taken me a reeeeeeaaaaally long time to get back into writing these, and I cannot guarantee that part 7 will even come out this year. But.

See y'all next time. Bring a good coat, and a hat.

#destiny 2 #destiny the game #destiny titan #destiny fanfiction #the vanguard swimsuit fic #destiny guardians #destiny 2 lightfall #bungie #the big bad destiny calendar fic #commander zavala #zavala #the guardian #young wolf #destiny vanguard #yeehaw fucklechucks #I'm back

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megplant · 1 year

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We need you, Guardian!

I made this for my husband for our anniversary this weekend :3 Idk much about Destiny but he’s obsessed with it and I know he likes Titans the best - I used lots of references and tried to get that ‘propaganda’ poster feel. I hope he likes it!

#destiny 2 #destiny #destiny titan #mine #mineArt #destiny fanart #vanguard #destiny vanguard #i printed it 18x24 and put it in a frame and it looks sick

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demiclar · 2 years

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Grief

Grief - AO3

Zavala and Ikora discuss an old friend.

(Also this is the last chapter of my writing challenge! You can find some of the chapters on my page here, and the whole thing is on AO3!)

Zavala wasn’t expecting to find Ikora in his office when he entered, returning to his office after a visit to the HELM to finish processing the last of the paperwork pertaining to the Vanguard’s operations in the Leviathan. He wanted it out of the way. Something was going to change, things were about to get worse, and he wanted to be ready for it. But he hadn’t been expecting to return to find Ikora, in the late evening as night sunk onto the city, inspecting the shelves of his office as if she had not read every book on them already—and even written some of them, as well.

“Zavala.” Her eyes caught his as he entered, and she gave him a polite smile, returning the book she’d been looking at to its place on the shelf. “I was hoping we could speak.”

Zavala gave her a nod, gesturing to the chairs in front of his desk. “Of course,” He told her, “I’m sorry, I wasn’t expecting you. I hope you didn’t wait long?”

“No.” Ikora shook her head, “I asked Targe to notify me when your ship docked in the hangar. I’ve only been here for a few minutes.”

“I see.” He stepped further into the room, rounding his desk and seating himself behind it. Ikora sat down across from him. He tried to hide his surprise at her words. Targe had told him nothing of her request. Perhaps she had asked him not to. “What did you want to discuss?”

He couldn’t help the prick of anticipation in his chest. He and Ikora had little time for formal meetings, and less still for something unscheduled. If she was coming to him unannounced, something must have happened, but what would be urgent enough for her to show up unannounced, but not worth sending him a message?

Ikora smiled again, but there was something sad in her eyes. The formality between them felt almost stifling. There had been times, before their system seemed to be falling apart at the seams, when Zavala had been the stickler for formality but even he would relax in the privacy of their Vanguard meetings. When they could set the business aside and make little jokes or enjoy one another’s company. As much as he had been the one to remind Cayde of their expectations of formality, halfheartedly fighting the loosing battle of returning their focus to official matters, he missed those times greatly.

“I’m not here for a formal meeting, Zavala.” She told him, and he felt himself relax just slightly, but confusion grew in place of his worries. “I wanted to see how you were doing. I know I wasn’t very present when you were dealing with your Nightmare. I’m sorry.”

Zavala couldn’t quite hold her gaze, looking away from her and down at his desk.

“It’s alright, Ikora.” He told her, lifting his eyes once more. “It was difficult to overcome, but I did. I have been holding onto my doubts for long enough.”

“Do you feel better? Now that it’s over?” Her eyes were colored by the question, curiosity blooming beneath, but mixed with something almost like…desperation. Zavala felt concern stir in his gut.

He shook his head. “No.” He murmured, his voice low. He drew in a deep breath, trying to give Ikora a somewhat warm expression. “I believe in discussing it with Caiatl I described myself as feeling tired and old.”

Ikora smiled softly, looking down as she laced her fingers together on her lap, her legs crossed at the knees, her back straight.

“I can certainly understand the feeling.” She murmured, and there was something weary in her expression as her smile fell.

“You visited the Leviathan, early on.” Zavala recalled, “was there someone waiting for you?” He asked, then worried he’d been too intrusive. “If you don’t mind me asking, that is.”

Ikora drew in a deep breath. “There was.” She confirmed, her voice soft. Her eyes were sad when she met his. “Cayde.”

Zavala felt his chest ache at the mere mention of their old friend. He had worried himself if he might face a Nightmare of Cayde, or a mass of Guardians whose deaths he felt responsible for, but Hakim had been the first warrior he’d lost in battle. Every death that had weighed on him afterwards had lined up behind the face of his son, boring into him with lifeless eyes.

“I had…begun to wonder if facing him might be better for me. Or if I would just be returning to something I’d rather not relive.” Zavala had seen how deeply Cayde’s death had impacted her. They were still working to bridge the gap it had split between them, the loss of their friend creating a chasm that at the time had seemed impossible to cross. Zavala knew now that it wasn’t, but some days were harder for them than others.

“We are not responsible for his death.” Zavala reminded her quietly. “ You are not responsible for his death.” They were words he’d uttered to himself over and over, late at night when the video feeds from the Guardian’s Ghost haunted his memory. When Cayde’s voice rasped in his ear.

You tell Zavala and Ikora…the Vanguard…is the best bet I ever…lost.

Cayde wanted them to know he didn’t regret it, and yet his last words had cut through Zavala like a knife because was it not his duties to the City and to the Vanguard that had gotten him killed? Cayde had taken action against a threat that would eventually move against the City if they let it, and Zavala had sent him one Guardian to support his efforts. One Guardian. Would things have been different if he’d listened? If he had given the threat that was Uldren Sov the attention he deserved?

But wishing would get them nowhere.

Ikora’s lips were pressed together tightly, and she gave him a stiff nod in acknowledgment of his words, but did not speak.

“What did he say to you?” Zavala asked instead.

Ikora frowned. “He talked about Crow. He was angry at me for welcoming him to the Tower. He called him a murderer.”

Zavala sighed wearily. It was a sentiment they’d both heard plenty of times, Hunters angry for retribution that had already been delivered by someone else’s hands, so blinded by their anger that they couldn’t properly remember the man in whose name they fought so hard. As much as his anger wanted to win, as much as he wanted to lash out at them for corrupting the memory of his friend with their false ideals, he just felt hollow. Tired and old, yet again.

He met Ikora’s eyes across the space between them. “They are only your doubts.”

“Mine and many others.” Ikora breathed, “but still untrue.”

Zavala felt a hint of tension bleed out of him, grateful Ikora could acknowledge the false claims. Still, he knew it didn’t make bearing those doubts and fears any easier.

“Cayde would have liked him.” She murmured. “Crow. He would have thought that Uldren becoming a Guardian was the best trick of fate there ever was, but he would have been kind to Crow.”

Zavala smiled softly, pressing his head into one of his hands. Cayde and Crow were similar in many ways, brash, bright as fire and sharp as knives, they would have wreaked havoc if they could.

“We wouldn’t have survived the stunts they would have pulled together.” He murmured, and Ikora laughed softly. It was weak, a bare chuckle, but Zavala’s heart bloomed to hear it. When was the last time either of them had been truly happy? Not bone weary and exhausted by the weight of their roles.

“No,” She agreed, her voice warm with her smile. “We wouldn’t have. But I would have liked to see it, anyway.”

Zavala watched her for a long moment, breathing around the ache in his chest that had tightened to the point of pain, hoping the memories of Cayde’s rasping voice would not return in his dreams.

“Do you want to face him?” He asked her, and Ikora frowned again, drawing in a deep breath.

“I don’t know.” She met his eyes, looking tired and afraid. “I worry that if I do, I will not be able to overcome my doubts. But I also wonder if those fears are only my desire to choose cowardice.”

“It isn’t cowardice to acknowledge when things are difficult for us.” Zavala murmured. “And you don’t need to face your Nightmare through a ritual and a combat mission to overcome your own doubts. In fact, I’m not sure facing your Nightmare would be an entirely beneficial experience.”

Ikora’s expression turned guarded. “Why?”

Zavala felt his chin dip just slightly. “You said your Nightmare was of Cayde. The Guardian has been going aboard the Leviathan during all the missions where we have attempted to sever Calus' connection to the pyramid and overcome the Nightmares. Every time, they have to fight someone. For Caiatl, they fought Ghaul, for Crow, they fought the Fanatic. If your Nightmare is Cayde, I imagine they’d be fighting either Cayde or Uldren. I cannot imagine that would be a beneficial battle for anyone, to fight or simply to witness.”

Ikora breathed a sigh. “I suppose you’re right, Zavala.” Her eyes drifted away from him, shifting around his office before she met his gaze again. “Is it wrong for me not to face him?”

Her voice was quiet, holding a tentativeness Zavala had rarely ever heard from her.

“It’s not.” He told her, holding her gaze. “I believe, when you’re ready, you will face him in your own way. Nightmare or not.”

Ikora nodded. “Thank you.” She breathed, and he reached across his desk, holding out his hand. When she set her hand in his, he gave her hand a gentle squeeze. She squeezed back, and after a moment, she gave him a sad smile. “He wouldn’t want this for us.”

Zavala returned her sad smile. “No, he wouldn’t.”

Cayde would rather they remember him with epic tales of his exploits, jokes and laughter that honored his life and the man he was. He wouldn’t want them to be dragged down by uncertainty and grief.

“I was going to finish some paperwork,” Zavala began, gauging Ikora with his eyes. “But, perhaps we could both use a small break. And, since you’re here–”

Light kindled in Ikora’s eyes, warm and hopeful. “Ramen?” She asked, and Zavala smiled.

“My thoughts exactly.”

#just some hidden commentary on the Cayde discourse recently #He's dead guys #Ikora's nightmare is important because it's her nightmare #destiny 2 #destiny cayde #destiny zavala #destiny ikora #destiny fanfiction #writing challenge #destiny vanguard #we can remember our friend but stop demanding him from bungie devs #he has served his purpose guys #demiwrites

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