#eliksni guardian

[lavenderarts]

An Eliksni Guardian for a client!!

[kaiserouo]

bring your favorite enemy to tower day

[tarakanpaintedpurple]

A good scribe needs a good arm

[i-hug-exploder-shanks]

Destiny 2 Incorrect Quotes- 50

Eramis: Why do you keep a diary?!

Young Wolf: To keep secrets from my computer *glances at Ghost pointedly*

[blue-is-grey]

Shoutout to when I made horrible unfinished concepts for my Eliksni Guardian

I will draw him better one day

His name is Flotsam

[heron0000]

[braindamagedrizz]

Completed commission for Meka-Baron over on discord, absolutely had a blast drawing his Eliksni Guardian!

[wingylalkasartstuff]

When wife big

[theavocadojam]

🍔

[kinadestiny2]

So I actually have like 150 pages of Destiny OC lore written on my personal webpage and I really wanna share it

problem is I wrote them in Korean.

I can translate them but it... just doesn't feel like the original text... also I don't have enough time to translate them. Bilingual problems hitting hard

anyway have some translated shitpost images

[baede-6]

The Destiny tag is like a box of chocolates,you never know what you're gonna get.

[lavenderarts]

Eliksni Guardian design for a trade!

[gil-notskajla]

AUs were meant for independent fanworks by fans who cant coordinate and agree upon all details like a studio or singular author would. They weren't meant for corporations.

[tarakanpaintedpurple]

Better not tell him…

[i-hug-exploder-shanks]

Destiny 2 Incorrect Quotes- 46

Eido, holding an antique bottle: Do you think it's an ancient tonic? Perhaps an elixir?

Young Wolf: *grabs and chugs the entire bottle*

Eido:

Young Wolf: It's perfume.

[tell-me-a-tale-that-tells]

The Right one

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Summary: Misraaks looks at his beloved Guardian from afar and while he sees her holding a hatchling, something clicks inside him.

Warnings: None, unless kissing a big space lobster is a trigger for you.

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Misraaks stood quietly, observing as she wandered through the bustling marketplace, her movements purposeful as she examined fabrics and picked up a small lantern.

Her smile, simple and warm, was enough to make him smile as well, even though she wasn’t aware of his presence.

She had none of the traits that an Eliksni might typically admire—just two arms, two eyes, and soft skin without the protection of an exoskeleton.

And yet, in Misraaks' eyes, she was perfect just as she was.

It was rare to see her without her armour.

Today, she wore civilian clothes—a simple leather jacket, a sweater, and pants.

She looked almost vulnerable, but it suited her.

As she conversed with a merchant, Misraaks noticed the merchant had one of his younglings strapped on them, who stretched their small arms toward her, curious.

Misraaks felt the merchant apologize, but she didn’t seem to mind at all.

She offered her hand to the young Eliksni, allowing the child to play with her fingers.

The sight of her laughing softly as she interacted with the child touched something deep within Misraaks.

After a moment, she even picked up the little one, holding them close, her arms moving in a slow, rhythmic motion.

Misraaks tilted his head, intrigued by the gesture, a human custom that seemed so foreign, yet so tender.

Once she finished her conversation with the merchant, she returned the child, exchanged a few polite words, and continued on her way, heading toward Eido’s laboratory.

Misraaks quickly moved to take his place near his medical Servitor, as he didn't want her to catch him staring.

A moment later, her voice echoed softly through the room. "Eido? Are you here?"

“No, Lightbearer,” Misraaks answered, his voice calm. “She is out gathering ingredients for her tonics.”

She smiled at him, that same smile that seemed to brighten even his recurring darkest thoughts.

Misraaks couldn’t shake the image of her holding the child, swaying gently.

"How are you feeling today, Ge?" Her tone was gentle and filled with concern.

Misraaks hesitated, then sighed, lowering his gaze. “It could be better.”

When she asked if there was anything she could do to help, he shook his head.

But as she began to turn to leave, something inside him compelled him to speak. "Guardian, may I ask you something?"

She paused, looking back at him "Of course."

“I'm embarrassed to say that...I was looking at you, at the market. That movement you made earlier,” Misraaks said, his voice almost tentative. “With the child. What was that?”

A flicker of confusion crossed her features before understanding dawned. “Oh, I was rocking him. It’s something humans do to comfort babies, to help them feel safe.”

The explanation hit Misraaks harder than he expected.

The kindness she had shown, not just to a child, but to a child of his kind, touched him deeply.

“You don’t have any children,” Misraaks observed softly. “Would you want some?”

The question felt bold, perhaps too bold, but he knew time was not on his side, and he couldn’t keep such thoughts to himself much longer.

She smiled, though it was softer this time, more thoughtful. “Maybe one day. If I find the right person,” she replied honestly.

Misraaks couldn’t help the words that slipped from his mouth next. “And... what if it was the right Eliksni?”

There was a moment of silence between them that felt like eons.

She looked at him, her expression unreadable at first, but then she blushed slightly, her gaze lowering as she pondered his words. "I don’t know," she admitted softly. "I think I would love to... even if they couldn’t be biologically mine."

Misraaks noted the light in her eyes when she spoke of children. It stirred something deep within him.

The Lightbearer cheeks, Misraaks noted, were now a brighter shade of pink; her eyes were wide, and she nervously bit her lower lip.

“Guardian,” he began, his voice failing him. He swallowed hard, summoning the courage. “I-I must tell you something of extreme importance. I know that I'm the shadow of myself right now and—”

Before he could finish, she interrupted with a firm but gentle response. “I love you too, Misraaks. The answer is yes.”

Her words struck him like a bolt of electricity.

He hadn’t expected such directness.

"I was very obvious, didn't I?" he whispered, his voice raw.

"I guess we both were. I...felt this way for a long time now. Since the Endless Night," she confessed.

"I didn't expected you to reciprocate my feelings. Now I don't know what to say..." Misraaks rubbed two hands together, trying to find the words.

She stepped closer to him, and Misraaks felt his heart begin to race.

There was a nervous tension in the air, but it wasn’t unwelcome.

He braced himself as she reached for the armor plates on his chest, her eyes full of quiet curiosity.

“May I?” she asked softly, her fingers hovering near his mask.

He hesitated, then nodded. “Yes... you may.”

As she carefully undid the straps of his mask,

Misraaks closed his eyes, feeling exposed in a way that had nothing to do with physical vulnerability.

He heard the faint click as the mask came loose, and then felt her gentle touch, her lips pressing softly against his jaw and neck.

A low sound escaped his throat, half-surprise, half-pleasure.

Misraaks breathed deeply, his voice a soft rasp. “If you keep this up...the evening will take an interesting turn” His voice sounded different without the mask’s filter.

She smiled at him, her lips brushing against his skin again. “Oh, already worked up?” she asked, teasing him.

“For you, yes” Misraaks whispered, leaning into her touch, the tension in his body giving way to something else entirely.

But before they could continue, a cheerful voice interrupted them.

“Father! I’ve returned!”

Eido’s voice broke the moment, and both Misraaks and the Guardian pulled back, startled.

They exchanged a quick, embarrassed glance as Eido stepped into the room, a basket of any kind of bottles and ingredients in her arms.

She looked at them curiously, clearly sensing that something was off, but said nothing.

The Lightbearer smiled, stepping forward to greet her. "Eido! I was looking for you."

Eido looked at her, a bit puzzled, but nodded.

"I've returned with some ingredients for the tonics," she said, holding up the basket. "I hope they're what you needed."

The Guardian nodded, "Yes, they are perfect."

As Eido set down the basket, she couldn't help but feel a strange energy in the air.

Eyeing Misraaks and the Lightbearer, she noticed her flushed state and the way they seemed to be avoiding eye contact with each other. "Is everything alright?"

Misraaks cleared his throat, trying to regain his composure. "Yes, everything is fine Eido. We were just discussing our tasks for the evening."

Eido looked at them both curiously, but decided not to push further. "Alright then," she said, picking up the basket again"

Misraaks watched the Guardian preparing the tonics she needed with Eido's aid and when she finished, she bid them goodbye and leaved.

The two Eliksni whatched her go, then Eido turned to his father.

"... isn't that the Guardian's lipstick on your neck?"