#destiny zavala

[echosong971]

Rest in Peace, Commander….

#for anyone who’s not aware #lance reddick passed away this afternoon #and i’m just #idk dude #i’m still processing honestly #but i wanted to draw something in his honor #o7 #rest in peace lance #you will be terribly missed #zavala #commander zavala #destiny zavala #lance reddick #rip #titan #titan vanguard #destiny titan #cayde #cayde 6 #destiny cayde #hunter #hunter vanguard #destiny hunter #destiny #destiny 2 #destiny the game #destiny 2 the game #echosong971 #art #digital art

[monstyra]

head empty just EXCITED FOR STRAND NEXT WEEK!!

#destiny 2 #destiny zavala #destiny ikora

[raillue]

back on my bullshit

#destiny 2 #destiny #destiny fanart #raillue’s sketchbook #going into the art tag yessir #destiny zavala #zavala #destiny shitpost #destiny meme

[emerald4-ce]

No one:

Awoken in the dark:

#everytime Zavala is in the shadow its the funniest thing to me #destiny 2 #awoken destiny #destiny zavala #mara sov #isp3ak #destiny memes #season of the deep

[thewildnopeboat]

Ghost: What do you have?

Guardian, starting to run: A PIE

Ghost: NO!

Zavala, watching Guardian pie Rahool in the face: Ah, it's March I suppose.

(Happy Pie Day!)

#destiny 2 #destiny2 #bungie #destiny guardians #destiny ghost #destiny zavala #pie day

[violet-919]

#destiny 2 #destiny #destiny the game #destiny Zavala #cabal #Zavala #Shaxx #the drifter #telesto

[soigotintodestiny]

og meme

#destiny 2 #destiny memes #d2 meme #destiny meme #cayde 6 #zavala #cayde-6 #destiny cayde #destiny zavala

[fandomsareforincorrectquotes]

Zavala: If I were a drink, I'd be Cherry Vanilla Coke. If you were a drink, what would you be?

Eris: Bleach.

Crow: Sewage.

Zavala: ...Please calm down, edgelords.

#destiny 2 #destiny the game #destiny 2 zavala #Zavala #destiny zavala #Eris Morn #destiny 2 eris #d2 #d2 crow #destiny 2 crow #destiny 2 incorrect quotes #incorrect quotes

[scobi-17]

my bf asked for ikora putting a plunger on zavalas head, so i had to.

#destiny 2 #destiny the game #destiny art #art #scribbles #destiny zavala #commander zavala #ikora rey #destiny ikora #idiots #all of them. #yeah if any of you wanna see something just ask #im having fun

[echosong971]

important distinction

#very stupid doodle i made while working on other stuff #this just kinda popped into my head and i was like #“i need to draw this immediately” #anyways we stan short(er) king zavala #and also Cayde being the tallest member of the Vanguard #cayde #cayde 6 #cayde-6 #destiny cayde #hunter vanguard #hunter #destiny hunter #destiny exo #exo #exomind #zavala #commander zavala #destiny zavala #titan vanguard #titan #destiny titan #destiny #destiny 2 #destiny the game #destiny 2 the game #echosong971 #art #digital art #fanart #destiny art

[hidden-scarlet-whispers]

The name Zavala means Fortress.

#destiny 2 #destiny the game #zavala destiny #Destiny zavala #commander zavala #d2 #Destiny 2 the game #zavala destiny 2 #Destiny 2 zavala

[f-a-n-t-a-z-m-a-s]

Snow days with dad :3

#digital art #art #destiny 2 #destiny #artists on tumblr #destiny hunter #hunter #hunter main #snow day #eliksni #smollen #smolensk #mithrax #destiny zavala #destiny ikora #saint 14 #he loves his son alot #Wolf #destiny 2 fanart #sketches #sketch

[littleshebear]

#commander zavala #destiny zavala #season of the haunted #destiny 2 #shitpost

[thewildnopeboat]

Guardian, opening a communication line to Zavala while fishing: Hey Zavala?

Zavala, finally having his lunch break: What is it, guardian?

Guardian, nor giving any indication: You know that there are actual fish in the vex milk, right?

Zavala: what?

Guardian, continuing: yes, organic life in the Vex milk, Vex fish or Vexish if you will.

Zavala, confused even more: I'm sorry. Why are you fishing in the vex milk?

Guardian, audibly shrugging: I was curious what I would find.

#destiny 2 #destiny2 #bungie #destiny guardians #destiny zavala #destiny fishing #destiny season of the deep

[slightlyanxi0us]

Zavala & his office Cat

A short story based off of the cat that chills in the Commander’s office in d2

Zavala sat in his office, surrounded by the familiar hum of machines and flickering screens. The soft glow of the monitors cast an ethereal light on his face as he typed. Piles of files were neatly stacked on his desk, awaiting his attention, while the rhythmic tapping of his fingers on the keyboard echoed through the room.

As he meticulously organized the mission details on his computer, a faint purring sound filled the air, barely audible above the steady hum of machinery. Zavala's ears perked up, his attention momentarily diverted from the task at hand.

And then, with a sudden leap, a tabby cat appeared on his desk. Its graceful entrance was like a fleeting shadow, as if the feline had materialized out of thin air. The cat sauntered across the desk, its paws gracefully padding on the smooth surface. Its vibrant emerald eyes locked onto Zavala's, an unspoken bond forming between them.

As Zavala's fingers continued to glide across the keyboard, the cat weaved its way through his hands. Its tail brushed against his chin, leaving a tingling sensation in its wake. A small smile tugged at the corners of Zavala's mouth, his stern expression softening. With a gentle touch, he reached up to stroke the cat's head, its fur warm and velvety beneath his fingertips.

The cat, content with Zavala's affection, turned around and stretched its body, arching its back in an elegant display. Its tail curled around the edge of Zavala's computer screen. He chuckled softly, finding solace in this small moment amidst the chaos of his duties.

With a flick of its tail, the cat nudged Zavala's hand, silently requesting more attention. Zavala obliged, his fingers gently scratching behind the cat's ears. The purring grew louder, filling the room with a soothing melody. The stresses of the day seemed to melt away.

But duty called, and Zavala reluctantly withdrew his hand, returning to his work. The cat, understanding its presence was needed no more, hopped off the desk and gracefully padded towards a sunbeam that filtered through the window, laying down, basking in the warm glow.

The Commander couldn't help but cast a fond glance at the tabby cat, peacefully lounging in the sunbeam.

#WE NEED TO GIVE THIS CAT A NAME! #does the baby have a name?? #I love this tho #the office cat just being a cat and not paying attention to anything other than wanting pets #destiny 2 #destiny the game #destiny #d2 #destiny fanfiction #destiny ao3 #destiny zavala #zavala

[demiclar]

Memento Mori

Destcember Day 5 - Memento Mori

Zavala and Shaxx consider the inevitability of death.

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Zavala jerks as Shaxx’s sword clashes hard against his, the clang of metal reverberating through his fist and down his arm as it sings through the room. Not one to pull punches, Shaxx follows the strike immediately, forcing Zavala to shift his sword just in time to meet Shaxx’s blade before he can slice Zavala open. He manages a nick on Zavala’s side instead and Zavala stumbles backward. He catches a blow, aimed down towards his shoulder, then another aiming for his side. He can feel sweat streaking down his body, and blood from the cut on his side. His breath gasps in and out of his lungs. 

“Stop.” He gasps out, even as he lifts his sword to receive another strike.

Shaxx halts immediately. 

“Are you alright?” He lowers his blade. Zavala is one of few granted the rare privilege of seeing Shaxx’s face, and without his helmet he can watch Shaxx’s gaze drift over him, sizing him up. He eyes Zavala’s wound.

“I’m fine.” Zavala promises. He picks up a cloth from nearby, one he’d intended to use as a sweat rag, and wipes it over the wound, clearing away the blood to see the damage beneath. “It’s alright.” He tells Targe, shaking his head when his Ghost moves to heal him.

“Here.” Shaxx takes his sword from his hand, carrying his and Zavala’s blades to a rack off to the side of the practice space, at the rear of Shaxx’s workshop. Zavala presses the cloth to his cut, looking up when Shaxx returns with two glasses of water, offering one to Zavala.

“Thank you.” He takes it, pulling a deep gulp from the glass. He holds the rag to his side, drinking in the feel of the pain in his body. He and Shaxx train regularly, but it had been his choice to train with swords, something they rarely do. He wanted something that would feel taxing, and worthwhile. Considering his wound, perhaps it wasn’t such a good choice.

“What’s troubling you?” Shaxx asks, his eyes shifting over him again. “I noticed that you seemed distracted.”

“Honestly?” Zavala shakes his head. “I’m not certain.” 

He’d been distracted the whole fight. Shaxx had begun slowly, perhaps hoping to catch Zavala’s attention and draw him in after a minute or two of sparring, but when he had not, he’d taken a different tactic, resuming his usual effort and swinging at Zavala full force. Even that hadn’t focused him. If he’d been in the moment, he wouldn’t have been so unprepared for Shaxx’s blows. They’ve been sparring partners for what feels like the past century, after all.

“Perhaps the resurrection of the Ahamkara?” Shaxx offers, a telling note of frustration in his tone. Zavala smiles weakly.

“Yes.” Zavala admits with a nod. “That is a top contender.” 

He takes another drink from the water glass, watching as Shaxx sighs heavily. Zavala isn’t certain how to feel about the Ahamkara. Everyone he knows that had been around during the days of the Great Hunt seems to feel similarly to each other, frustrated by this new turn of events. He knows most of them feel their original actions were justified, having experienced too much to not recognize the danger Ahamkara present. Zavala feels similarly, but at the same time, the mass extermination of a species because they were labeled ‘dangerous’ is too authoritarian for Zavala’s comfort. 

The commander in Zavala, however, is terrified. Guardians are already being tricked by Riven, even the lingering bones of dead Ahamkara hold influence over them. If the whole host of Riven’s eggs are to survive, Zavala can’t imagine the danger they possess.

“It feels like,” Zavala begins, lifting his head. “No matter what we do, there is always something that is likely to kill us. Our deaths seem inevitable.”

Shaxx nods, tired, resigned. “We were brought back to fight a battle that will never end.”

“Or it will end with our deaths.” Zavala says, and Shaxx sighs again, shaking his head weakly.

“We shouldn’t think that way. We can defeat the Witness, I know you believe that.”

“Do you?”

Shaxx stops, crossing his arms over his chest to fix Zavala with a look that’s almost a glare.

“I think we can defeat the Witness,” Zavala begins, Shaxx’s brows lifting as he waits for him to go on. “But I’m not sure whether I think that because I believe it, or because I have to think that way.”

“We will prepare all that we can,” Shaxx says, “when it comes time to fight, is there really a difference between the two of those?”

“The difference will be if we succeed, or if we die having failed to lead our people through another, better option. Something that might save them.”

“There is no better option, the Witness wants to destroy us, even if we tried to flee, it would follow.”

“The Witness wants the Traveler. It doesn’t need us.”

Zavala watches Shaxx’s face fall, his expression shifting into worry and concern.

“Zavala.” His voice is much softer, no longer like they’re debating, or on the verge of arguing. “I thought you had made peace with this.”

Zavala’s eyes fall shut and he pulls a deep breath into his lungs. His sweat is already cooling on his skin, cold winter air flowing in from the window they’d propped open. Goosebumps are starting to rise on his skin.

“How can I make peace with the decision that may well destroy our entire civilization? The decision I made?” 

“You are not alone in this.” Shaxx reminds him. He sets a hand on his shoulder, stepping closer, and Zavala looks away. “Think about it. If the others did not agree with your decision, do you really think they’d be here? The Awoken, the Cabal, the Eliksni? They could all leave if they wanted to, but they haven’t. They’re fighting with us because they want to.”

“Even if we all die?”

“Zavala–”

“You can’t tell me that isn’t a possibility.” Zavala interrupts, and Shaxx lets out his breath, then nods.

“Fine.” He agrees, “even if we die. Even if every one of us dies at the Witness’s hands, we made this decision together.” Shaxx squeezes his shoulder. “The Traveler raised us to protect. Not only itself but everyone around us. We’re going to do that. I believe it.”

He holds Zavala’s shoulder, his eyes lingering on Zavala’s own until finally Zavala nods.

“Good.” Shaxx smiles, then claps his shoulder. “You should get some rest, Guardian. You need it.” Zavala smiles weakly, and Shaxx pushes him towards the door lightly. “And see to your wound. We both know pain can center the mind, but don’t rely on it if you don’t have to, Commander.”

“I know.” Zavala nods. “Goodnight, Shaxx. Thank you.”

He leaves his sword on the rack rather than take it with him. Perhaps tomorrow, when he’s better rested, they can try again.

#destcember2023 #destcember #destiny 2 #destiny shaxx #destiny zavala #demiwrites #I know I'm so behind