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i60zzz · 2 years

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꒦‧₊ ꒷ drew layouts like/reblog if saved ๑ 🗡🔮⛓ ꒱

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emikokagou · 2 years

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Hes so proud of Ollie

#dislyte #dislyte fanart #doodle #dislyte drew #drew #dislyte ollie #dislyte anubis #bruh i rlly shud draw some actual drawing

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diggity-didge · 2 years

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The funniest part of dislyte is that as soon as everyone transformed they IMMEDIATELY started dressing the part. Drew turned into a jackal and immediately went “oh shit, guess I gotta get a sword that can disguise as a cane in the shape of an ankh now,” Mona was blessed by Artemis and spent an entire night making her golden laurel wreath magic headband thing. Lewis got some swag fire hair and went “oh okay I can work with this.”

Li Ling just dressed like that tbh, the hands were an added bonus.

#dislyte #dislyte li ling #li ling #dislyte nezha #dislyte mona #dislyte lewis #dislyte anubis #dislyte drew

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okiankeno · 2 years

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this game is further reinforcing that I am a furry

#Dislyte Anubis #I am the target audience for this character #I am going feral #Dislyte #fiery doodles #the wolf guy too… ooooo #furry #furry art #art #dislyte drew #drew dislyte

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kiwikipedia · 2 years

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the funniest thing about my dislyte team is that i have Set and Anubis working together so mythologically speaking i can just see the two sniping at one another despite the fact that no Drew and Sander are not related but as espers with Anubis and Set as their patrons respectively Sander will be calling Drew “my annoying hellspawn son” and Drew will be calling Sander “my disgraced warmongering father”

#Artemis and Helena think its hilarious #Long Main wants them to shut the fuck up tho #idk much about their personalities im just having fun killing things #Dislyte #Penguin Tries Dislyte #Dislyte Anubis #Dislyte Drew #Dislyte Set #Dislyte Sander #Anubis #Set

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prompts-of-a-dreamer · 2 years

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Drew Headcanons

A/N: More on the vanilla side simply because I am cowardly. But not too cowardly to not write this and meet the people's demand.

He smells really nice. Has a distinctive, gentlemanly scent because of the perfume he uses.

He has three cloths kept in his breast pocket. One is a handkerchief he offers to people in need, the second one is for cleaning random surfaces (he does that sometimes), and the last one is a special one he uses to polish his sword sheath.

Speaking of, he will take out that third handkerchief wipe down his sword at the most random times. His team might be taking a walk on patrol and if he senses no immediate danger he will suddenly stop mid-walk and start cleaning his sword.

He scolds Q a lot. As they are on the same team, they'd have more interactions than one normally would, and usually most of those interactions are of Drew showing his disapprovals of some of Q's ... tendencies.

Drew is basically Brynn and Q's parent. He makes them breakfast more often than not (and nutritious, balanced meals at that!), reminds them of certain errands, and gives advice on plenty of things, but mostly on manners and behavior.

Drew has a phone, but that doesn't make him easier to contact sometimes. He mostly has it on silent, and only urgent, duty-related notifications will go off and alert him.

He secretly loves getting petted. Like, stroked on his head and ears. Like a dog.

Hmm shall I add reader to this list? Perhaps, as I'm running out of ideas.

Drew would often escort you to places because the monsters worry him. Should one appear on your regular walk to the store, he'd put an arm by your shoulder or the small of your back and gently nudge you to step closer to him before he fends off whatever is in your way.

#dislyte x reader #dislyte anubis #drew dislyte #dislyte headcanons

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figgylemon · 2 years

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Write an Anubis and reader smut

Um of course!! I want to preface this by saying 1) I don’t really write smut, so I’m still learning and trying to make it better! 2) THIS IS OBVIOUSLY NSFW!! PLEASE DO NOT READ THIS IF YOU ARE NOT OF APPROPRIATE AGE 3) I wanted to have at least some plot…but I decided to just post what I have, hopefully I can put some more back story if people like it!!

Now, without further ado,

The beast with yellow eyes

The air pelts the back of your dry throat. Panting with fearful anticipation, you try to swallow down your anxiety. The weightless cloth that once hung properly on your body now feels heavy as your legs shake beneath you.

You try to sink deeper into the jagged stone wall that you’ve backed yourself into, seemingly being the only thing keeping you from collapsing on the floor. The bitter cold soothes your feverish skin as words try to escape your now dehydrated lips. But all that’s left are vanished whispers…

A dark booming laugh erupts from the towering figure, “Do you have no words for me now?”

The deity suddenly but slowly reaches his massive hand towards your face, you turn away in an attempt to avert his touch. But, he continues to ghost his fingers along your jaw, just barely grazing his sharp claws against the hairs that stand on their ends. The gentle touch quickly becomes rough as he grasps your chin, squeezing your cheeks to hold you still.

He inches his face towards yours, his golden eyes piercing into yours, deepening your anxiety. Despite your attempt at restraint, you let out a pitiful squeal that makes the corners of his mouth rise.

“You amuse me.” He keeps his firm grasp on your face as he continues to stare into your eyes, “It is so easy to tell what you want, but it’s so fun to watch you squirm…”

You make a laughable attempt to release yourself from his hand, but you freeze as he suddenly reaches for your shredded clothes, slowly pulling at them and destroying them further while maintaining his gaze. You shudder at the new found breeze against your midriff. Arching your back against the wall, you wait with baited breath to feel his hands on your body, but he continues to tear away at your clothes.

The Ambrosia in the air is thick and heavy, leaving beads of sweat to roll down your forehead. Leaning into his touch, practically begging him to continue, it all feels so wrong and self destructive, but in this moment all you can think about is how deep his stare is, and how much you yearn for him to explore your body. You begin to squirm and arch your back further, not caring about what the possible consequences of these actions could be.

Suddenly, the deity closes the space between you by hungrily lunging to your neck, slightly nipping at the delicate skin. His hot breath against your skin pulls you into a deep trance, making your knees weak and your body shake again.

A deep, satisfied hum rumbles from his chest as he continues to bite harder. You force your head against the wall, wanting to submissively give him more room to work. The feeling of sharp teeth gently teasing your skin suddenly turns into a hot wet sensation burning up your neck and to your jaw, his intoxicatingly warm breath brushes against your ear, causing shivers to run down your spine as strangled moans vulgarly echo through the rooms.

“Pitiful little thing...” he speaks softly but still authoritatively, “I could do anything to you and you’d enjoy it, wouldn’t you?”

Your shaky breath halts as you think of him using you, leaving bruises all over your body, the miserable state you would be in, and how you would beg for more.

He somehow can tell every crude thought you’re thinking and leans in with a serious tone, “Would you like that?” His words trail on as he gently drags his claws against your now entirely exposed top half, you could hardly notice your nudity with all of the new sensations and anticipation. Now, his eyes are on yours again, staring into your soul.

“P..please..” You finally stutter out, staring back into his eyes with pure want.

“Hm…” He hesitates, giving you another chance to speak before humiliating you. “Please what? What are you begging for so pitifully?” He speaks in a mocking tone, making your skin burn red hot, knowing that you’ll have to say it.

“Please…Use me…” You look down at the floor as you speak, your lips quivering and your mouth going dry as you speak, “I want to be used!” You cry out in frustration, searching for any type of stimulation until he finally pulls your body flush to his.

The simple sensation of his body against yours is intoxicating, almost forcing you to completely submit to him, and whatever he wishes. The shivers of anxiety are replaced by something entirely new as he continues to bite at your neck while his free hand explores your body, the other holding you against him.

His nails playfully scratch down your body, slowly trailing down to where you’ve been begging to be touched. Instead of fulfilling your needs, his strong hand grips at the soft skin of your thighs, teasing his thumb against the space between them, easily pulling them apart with no hesitation from you. The heat inside you only grows, begging for any kind of relief from this torment that you’ve put yourself through.

Finally, with a hum of delight, he gives his full attention to the wetness that has already started pooling between your legs from all the anticipation. He watches for your reactions as he touches all of the places you’ve been silently begging to be touched.

You melt against him, stifling your moans into his broad chest as you rock your hips against his touch, greedily trying to get even more out of him. The lewd noises you’re making should be embarrassing to you, but you can’t even register the shame by the time his very wet fingers slide down to your hole.

Whimpering, you press your hips down, basically putting his fingers inside all by yourself. You let go of a pained moan as he slowly slides his fingers all the way inside, giving you just enough time to adjust before roughly pulling all the way out and pushing back in again.

Now a mess, you wrap your legs around his waist and try to plead for any kind of release, but all that comes out is a loud heap of moans and gibberish. You pull your face away from his chest and meet his gaze.

“What do you want?” He says in a tone that almost sounds like he is oblivious to his actions.

You swallow down a gasp as you try to enunciate your words, “I want- please” you desperately rock your hips with the thrusts of his fingers, trying to get exactly what you want. “I need to come…please!” You beg as if he is the only thing that could determine whether you get any release or not.

With a look of satisfaction on his face, he thrusts his fingers into the spot that makes you scream in pleasure as your body seizes. He keeps thrusting into that spot, until finally a wave of pleasure rushes over you, forcing the last moans and gasps you had out of you all at once.

A tired, wet mess, still gasping for air, you lay limp as he puts you down, gently removing his fingers to admire the work he had done…

#god anubis #anubis x reader #dislyte anubis #anubis deity

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jiji-tangerine · 2 years

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oh this is just precious