#lewis dislyte

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I care not for editing properly

Yes I elevated Mona to make sure Tang Xuan looks short next to them all

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More Dislyte concept art!!! I was so excited to find this.

These are just some of the ones I could fit into one post. There are a few more in the article, such as a scrapped Mimir design. I also found the many inspirations for the designs interesting.

[acearohippo]

Tang Xuan talking about David's narcissism:

Meanwhile, Tang Xuan's unlock screen wallpaper is just: *closeup of himself posed cooly*

I love that he's all the way up his own ego. It makes sense how he is friend's with Li Ling (also notoriously up his own ego) and Lewis (Is, unapologetically, His Own Ego™). They all have confidence and self-assurance (and cockiness) for miles, you'd HAVE to have high self-esteem to hang with them for more than 5 minutes at a time.

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You’ve seen Li Ling with short hair, what about Lewis with long hair? ;D

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I slayed with this drawing.

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Am I the only one shipping these two together?

Probably. But I needed me some content 🥲

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Tang Xuan puts notes on contacts that he’s possibly close with! 

I was gonna say Union Members but he doesn’t have a note on Donar....

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Dislyte Cinematic Trailer

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⸝⸝˚₊・𝙃𝙚𝙧 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚, 𝙃𝙞𝙨 𝙜𝙪𝙞𝙡𝙩. ₊˚⊹

Hello. *stares menacingly*

I am zooming through with Tang Twins angst, enjoy!

caution: the fanfiction below contains *my* takes and headcanons.

December has arrived to Gyrate; the temperature low, but the holiday spirit high already, a ridiculous contrast compared to the previous month.

It has already started snowing, steady and not stopping, covering the whole city with a thick layer of sparkling white blanket. It's quite busy despite the relentless snow, people rushing to get things done and escape into the comfort of their own homes.

A few kids are playing tag in the park near the Union building: stumbling in the thick snow that reaches their small knees, running and yelling until they have to catch their breath. Their voice rings through the monotone noise of traffic, laughter filling the air and bringing color into the gray canvas of the day.

Tang Xuan, a big fan of the winter season, excitedly steps out from the warmth of the Union's lobby to the cold and slippery street. He's dressed in thick, warm clothes from head to toe, afraid of catching a cold-it could prevent him from his heroic duties, and he considers that worse than a curse. He pulls his bright orange scarf tight over his chin as he spins around, looking back at the front door of the Union. There stands four of his colleagues: Lewis, Li Ling, Mona, and last but not least, Tiye, who was more than excited to join their little gang for a nice walk in the city. She's holding onto Li Ling's arm, chatting away whatever comes to her mind as she floats next to him.

Xuan spreads his arms, a wide grin across his already red cheeks; he's already getting a bit cold, but he will not give up a single opportunity of hanging out with his friends, no matter what.

"Let's go while it's still snowing!"

He exclaims, the orbs floating around his neck lighting up to reflect his mood. The bunch starts walking towards him, Lewis taking his place next to his smaller form.

"It looks like it's gonna snow all day, slow down."

An impossible request, for Xuan is filled to the brim with the joy of spending time with his friends – how could he slow down? There's no time for that!

"No rest for the Wicked, as they say,"

Ling chimes in, twirling Tiye around by her hand, making her give a slight laugh in response. His statement is somewhat true, but for the Wicked part, Xuan would like to call himself Righteous. Yes, that fits more, truly.

Copying the other two, he takes Lewis' hand in his own, giving it a slight squeeze as he tugs him forward.

"Come on! We don't usually get a day off like this!"

And he's right. When was the last time they had an opportunity to go out as a group? So long ago, even the memory of it feels so far away…He craves to make more.

"If I knew you all were to hold hands, I would've brought Lucas with me."

Mona fake-complains, totally ignoring the redhead's sentence as she skips over to Tiye's side, taking her free hand in hers.

"Wow, you're freezing!"

Tiye just laughs, swinging their intertwined hands between them nonchalantly.

"That's why Ling-Ling is here! He keeps me warm, his hand is scorching!"

"Let me guess, the Universe is content, Starshine?"

Said man sports a proud grin, as if he just won first place at something. The girl laughs again, nodding slighly.

"Indeed!"

They begin their walk towards the nearby park, conversing about a lot of different things: missions they have completed, missions yet to come, shows and games they should invest in together – although with their busy schedules, they all know it's not going to happen anytime soon.

They talk about the weather, what to get to eat later in the evening, what to gift each other when Christmas rolls around; all mundane things that they wouldn't even consider in other circumstances. 

Xuan wonders…If they wouldn't have been blessed, would they…still have met each other? Would he still be able to hold Lewis' hand? Would Mona still invite him to sleepovers? Would Tiye braid his hair, or would Ling challenge him to eat deadly spices? 

On the whole trip there he thinks, hard and focused about what would have happened if things were different in the past, not listening nor chiming into the other's conversation.

If he hadn't been blessed…

"Mei…"

A voice, some so familiar yet so very unknown, a whisper, calls out.

He freezes in his place, head turning so fast he can hear his neck cracking—

Finding himself face-to-face with a dark alley, with people hurriedly coming and going–Some push past him, grumbling about being in the way–,the scent of something familiar filling his nose as he tries to work out if he had heard it correctly.

In his quick stop, he doesn't realize that he had been standing there for more than a minute, and that Lewis had long ago let go of his hand;

He's alone.

In an alleyway.

In the middle of an ocean formed from hurried strangers.

He hears it again.

"Mei."

It's louder this time, more powerful, as if the owner of the voice knows he's listening.

He's about to shake it off as paranoia, turning to run after his bunch…

Then, he sees him.

Standing atop of a small corner shop, back hunched and staff in hand, stands the one he had craved yet dreaded to see again.

Tired, deep violet eyes look straight into his own, a gaze that pierces through his entire core.

He suddenly can't breathe; his chest feels heavy, his mouth dry, all thoughts disappearing from his brain except one: 

"Yun…"

A bus passes by Xuan, and he realizes that he's standing too close to the edge of the sidewalk, stumbling back in suprise. But when it's gone, so is his brother – nowhere to be seen, his earlier spot as empty as the gaze he was sporting.

After all this time…He saw him again. He looked so pale, so thin…a completely different Yun than the one who had abandoned him.

No, he abandoned her, not me…

The redhead, despite his best efforts, falls to his knees, ignoring the worried shouts of the passerbys who notice his behavior. He can't hear them over his amplified heartbeat and the blood rushing in his ears, can't see them over the tears that form in his eyes;

All he sees is the memories he had lost to the past, the grim reminders of what he had lost over his own ignorance.

A little boy, bruised up from falling from a tree, holding onto his sister as he cries his pain away, his little fists holding her blouse in a death grip;

A boy, now smiling as he runs around, forgetting about all the pain and suffering of the world, enjoying the summer evening as the sun sets in the backyard;

A boy, always trailing behind, head hung low as he tries to catch up to his elder, his heart crying out for her to notice his efforts.

An Esper. A boy. A brother. Enraged and very very sad as tears roll down his cheeks, throwing words he does not mean but can't help to say, otherwise his heart might as well break. He's been silent for too long.

"You are not my sister anymore!"

"The next time I see you, I'm going to kill you. I will not rest until you're dead before me!"

Xuan is crying, hunched over on the cold sidewalk; his bright red hair slowly fading into a dark blue, the skin on his face becoming as pale as the very snow under his palms, scars his words and actions caused spreading all over his vulnerable soul.

"It wasn't me, it wasn't…! It wasn't…"

He tries to speak, but his brain is foggy: he doesn't know what to say, what excuse to make to bring justice for his past wrongdoings. Deep down he knows it was him; whether Tang Mei or Tang Xuan, but the same heart did abandon its other half; leaving it in the dark alone while it soared in the light with grace.

A pair of warm hands yank him off the ground. The scent of a flower he holds dear hits his nostrils, and a voice, shaky and panicked echoes in his ears as it addresses him.

"He's so pale…The Universe says he's in distress..!"

He had never heard Tiye this…worried, he realizes. Yet, he can't bring himself to care yet, fighting tooth and nail to not pass out.

"Damnit, not again! Xuan, can you hear me? Hey, it's okay-"

Lewis.

"Tiye, back out a bit, you're crowding him-"

Li Ling.

"I'm calling for Director Raven-"

Mona…

He sits up, the speed of his movement making the world spin around him like a deadly carousel, gasping for air as he tries to blink away his tears.

"I-it wasn't me-! I'm not her, I didn't mean to-"

Even from the rubbish he's spitting, they all seem to understand what he means. A gentle thumb, calloused from many battles, wipes his tears away.

"Hey, hey, breathe. Mei's not here. Xuan is."

Xuan's here…Yes, he's here. He is Xuan. A fresh start, and a promise to fix what Mei had broken.

He nods, burying his face in the soft fur of a warm coat.

"Xuan's here."

Yun did keep his promise. He killed Mei, so Xuan could arise.

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Thank you for reading! Hope you liked it!

also hope it works, this is my first time posting like this. xoxo

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no thoughts

[acearohippo]

Dislyte already dropping the GOOD SHIT before new update launches.

Thank you Lewis for simultaneously being cooler and geekier than Tang Xuan's "God of Mischief" and Li Ling's "King of the Arena" username

Glad the game gave us the only valid reply to this message (tho, low key, does this mean we can only choose one? Or will we be able to ask all of them... If so, some of us are gonna have to take one for the team ✊🏽😔)

Me @ Tang Xuan:

We've not forgotten the TWO stories where he couldn't handle Li Ling's level of spice (Feng Nuxi and Li Ling's bounty stories)

And here's proof that, when together, Lewis and Tang Xuan don't share a single brain cell between them.

My hypothesis is they share, like, a third (1/3) of one brain cell and then, when they join with Li Ling (who also has a third of one), it combines into one (1) singular brain cell that hops between our boys.

"Damn, the sound your head made when breaking the ceiling!" Our astute Lewis impresses.

"Right?! We'll aim lower next time though. " Our potentially concussed Tang Xuan concurs.

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Have Lewis brainrot scuse me for the Dislyte stuff I might be doing

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The boys!! Got into some lipstick shenanigans 💋

Bonus gif of Lewis' glowy arms:

[mermaidgirl1354]

The moment that I read that Bardon has a sweater with Hall’s face on it I’ve been imagining scenarios in which Bardon is wearing it, and runs into Hall.