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about my blog ⚘

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hiii!! i’m clai, welcome 2 my blog ʚɞ (she/her)

❥ masterlist :p

❥ idk what else...

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imagine having to WAIT for episode 10..

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@drippyeagerr u lucky af i cant post this in the reblog

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I’m baaack! Aaand I did the Twins at the carrousel trend but with dontis, love, hunter, and xanthus :3

Keep in mind this is my first animation so it looks pretty rough lol

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I was bored so I had to do this

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What u got in that ROOOMM

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this fuckass picture

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OMFG ohhhhhhhuhhhhhhhh yall r gonna eat this one allll the way up

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I have a feeling barista is playing in everyone's faces

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𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐥 ꨄ Leigh

˜”* ❝A man that surely deserves me, but I think you do.❞

synopsis: don't fall too hard !

⎯୨⎯ " " ⎯୧⎯

The wind blowing through your office window gradually grows warmer as the day goes on. Why haven’t you fixed your office air conditioner? You thought to yourself. You could right now, but you’d be a sweaty mess, and like hell you’d let your coworkers see you like that. 

You scan your office for a solution and smile, the tiny desk fan Leigh bought you on a fake date. It may not be the best, but as long as it cools your face down, it’ll do. You stand it up near your keyboard and crank it up until it makes contact with you. You turn it on the highest setting and lie back for a minute. Cool air…

Your eyes close, and despite your satisfaction, your expression has not budged. That is, until you hear a knock.

Ugh…

“Come in,” You turn the fan down and sit yourself up properly. However, your brows raise at the woman with a huge grin walking into the office. Koami. 

“Wow, it’s hot in here,” She looks at your fan and laughs, “is– is this what’s keeping you cool in here? A zebra fan?”

You roll your eyes and make the fan face at Koami. Your eyebrow raises at her satisfied ‘Mm’. 

“This thing has quite a bit of power. Where’d you get it?”

“Ah, Leigh bought it for me on a date. I think it was one of the corner stor–” 

Koami leans in front of you with ‘gossipy’ eyes, like she’s ready to make a deal out of your words. 

“Fix your face.”

“Oh, c’mon! You hate little cheap things like this, but somehow, you’re actually using this. Don’t you have AC in here?”

You use your head to point over to the air conditioner.

“It’s broken.”

“Why won’t you fix it?”

“I don’t have time, and this works well enough.”

Her hands reach out to the desk fan and turn it back in your direction. She looks at your broken air conditioning and waves her finger.

“Leigh should fix it for you.”

Your face scrunches up at the idea. The last thing you wanted was that annoying man in your office bugging you. 

“Oi! What’s with the face?”

“Uh… nothing. Sorry. I just don’t want to force him to do anything. You know, it’s hot, and this will get tiring very quickly. 

She looks away and mouths an ‘Oh’ before looking back at you, this time with a visible light bulb over her head. 

“You don’t have to force him to do anything.”

“Koami, what does that mea–”

“Okseeyoulaterbye!”

The door closes abruptly behind her, and you can hear her feet tap dancing away with a few giggles. Whatever she meant by that must be just so amusing to her. 

Your focus shifts back to your screen and the air blowing onto your face. Your keyboard is sounding in pain from all of your restless typing, but you don’t mind. The knob of the door starts to rattle a bit, and the sound of your fingers typing dies down. Who is allowing themselves into my office?

“Super V! My favorite eye candy.” 

Ah, of course.

“Leigh. My favorite, least favorite coworker.” You flash him an insincere smile that he can read easily.

“Ouch. Not even ‘favorite fake boyfriend’?”

“What do you want?”

He giggles to himself and takes a seat across from you, his hand meeting the one you’ve left to rest next to the keyboard. 

“I’ve heard a rumor. Perhaps about your AC. And judging by you using the fan that you called stupid, I can’t help but think it’s true.”

You free your hand from his and turn the desk fan off. 

“You heard wrong, get out.”

Leigh stands up from the chair and carries it with him, sitting on your side of the desk. He reaches over to turn the fan back on and leans on your shoulder. 

“Oh! That little thing is quite powerful. But I’m sure you want something more, don’t you?”

“Leigh, you don’t have to fix the air conditioner. I’ll call someone tomorrow.”

“What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t?” He looks up at you with a wink. 

You signal for him to go at it, and sure enough, he does. Next thing you know, he’s got random tools that he probably doesn’t need laid out in front of him. 

You’ve zoned out by now with little to no belief in his abilities, until a firm banging noise hits your ears. Gosh. You looked over to see Leigh patting the vent like a proud father. 

“Your ‘boyfriend’ has solved your issue and would like a thank you.”

You turn back around, “My ‘boyfriend’ should turn the air on and dry off the sweat on his face.”

He quickly brings a finger up to his forehead and feels the damp skin before hiding his face in embarrassment. 

“Sorry.”

You chuckle, but loudly so he can hear you. 

“You’re evil.”

“You wanted a thank you for your… efforts?”

He looks at you, placing his hand on his hip, bracing himself for compliments. His face is painted with confusion as you get up and walk toward him. 

“I don’t want to inflate your ego, but you did me a favor.”

“It’s really noth–”

Your hand hangs onto his tie as you pull him in for a kiss. To him, the moment lasted a lifetime, and there was romantic music in the background. Purely magical. To you, the kiss was quick and ‘silly’ if anything. 

You pull away and head back to your seat. 

“Don’t you want to say anything to me after that?”

His words make you turn around and notice his redness. Knowing he expected a proper ‘thank you’, you wanted to tease more. 

“You’re right, Leigh. I forgot to tell you…”

He smiles proudly in expectation of praise. “My office is closed now, so please see yourself out.”

His expression drops into a pout, and he slowly heads for the door, trying to persuade you with his eyes. 

“I like that you’re joking with me more. Keep it up,” he says while closing the door. 

I don’t care what you ‘like’. I think.

You pack up for the day and head home, relieved that your office is no longer a boiling hot box of assignments. You giggle to yourself, knowing that you may receive a text from Leigh the next morning after he discovers the desk fan that has somehow found its way from your desk to his. 

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was that super cute or what? or super boring (probably...) also ummm i have a request rn that i NEEDD to work on (so yes whoever sent that to me i am eventually gonna get to it im sawwry for taking so long i'll be on it soon) !!

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GRGRGGRGRGR SO CUTE OMG I NEED MORE LEIGH FICS PLZ

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𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐥 ꨄ Leigh

˜”* ❝A man that surely deserves me, but I think you do.❞

synopsis: don't fall too hard !

⎯୨⎯ " " ⎯୧⎯

The wind blowing through your office window gradually grows warmer as the day goes on. Why haven’t you fixed your office air conditioner? You thought to yourself. You could right now, but you’d be a sweaty mess, and like hell you’d let your coworkers see you like that. 

You scan your office for a solution and smile, the tiny desk fan Leigh bought you on a fake date. It may not be the best, but as long as it cools your face down, it’ll do. You stand it up near your keyboard and crank it up until it makes contact with you. You turn it on the highest setting and lie back for a minute. Cool air…

Your eyes close, and despite your satisfaction, your expression has not budged. That is, until you hear a knock.

Ugh…

“Come in,” You turn the fan down and sit yourself up properly. However, your brows raise at the woman with a huge grin walking into the office. Koami. 

“Wow, it’s hot in here,” She looks at your fan and laughs, “is– is this what’s keeping you cool in here? A zebra fan?”

You roll your eyes and make the fan face at Koami. Your eyebrow raises at her satisfied ‘Mm’. 

“This thing has quite a bit of power. Where’d you get it?”

“Ah, Leigh bought it for me on a date. I think it was one of the corner stor–” 

Koami leans in front of you with ‘gossipy’ eyes, like she’s ready to make a deal out of your words. 

“Fix your face.”

“Oh, c’mon! You hate little cheap things like this, but somehow, you’re actually using this. Don’t you have AC in here?”

You use your head to point over to the air conditioner.

“It’s broken.”

“Why won’t you fix it?”

“I don’t have time, and this works well enough.”

Her hands reach out to the desk fan and turn it back in your direction. She looks at your broken air conditioning and waves her finger.

“Leigh should fix it for you.”

Your face scrunches up at the idea. The last thing you wanted was that annoying man in your office bugging you. 

“Oi! What’s with the face?”

“Uh… nothing. Sorry. I just don’t want to force him to do anything. You know, it’s hot, and this will get tiring very quickly. 

She looks away and mouths an ‘Oh’ before looking back at you, this time with a visible light bulb over her head. 

“You don’t have to force him to do anything.”

“Koami, what does that mea–”

“Okseeyoulaterbye!”

The door closes abruptly behind her, and you can hear her feet tap dancing away with a few giggles. Whatever she meant by that must be just so amusing to her. 

Your focus shifts back to your screen and the air blowing onto your face. Your keyboard is sounding in pain from all of your restless typing, but you don’t mind. The knob of the door starts to rattle a bit, and the sound of your fingers typing dies down. Who is allowing themselves into my office?

“Super V! My favorite eye candy.” 

Ah, of course.

“Leigh. My favorite, least favorite coworker.” You flash him an insincere smile that he can read easily.

“Ouch. Not even ‘favorite fake boyfriend’?”

“What do you want?”

He giggles to himself and takes a seat across from you, his hand meeting the one you’ve left to rest next to the keyboard. 

“I’ve heard a rumor. Perhaps about your AC. And judging by you using the fan that you called stupid, I can’t help but think it’s true.”

You free your hand from his and turn the desk fan off. 

“You heard wrong, get out.”

Leigh stands up from the chair and carries it with him, sitting on your side of the desk. He reaches over to turn the fan back on and leans on your shoulder. 

“Oh! That little thing is quite powerful. But I’m sure you want something more, don’t you?”

“Leigh, you don’t have to fix the air conditioner. I’ll call someone tomorrow.”

“What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t?” He looks up at you with a wink. 

You signal for him to go at it, and sure enough, he does. Next thing you know, he’s got random tools that he probably doesn’t need laid out in front of him. 

You’ve zoned out by now with little to no belief in his abilities, until a firm banging noise hits your ears. Gosh. You looked over to see Leigh patting the vent like a proud father. 

“Your ‘boyfriend’ has solved your issue and would like a thank you.”

You turn back around, “My ‘boyfriend’ should turn the air on and dry off the sweat on his face.”

He quickly brings a finger up to his forehead and feels the damp skin before hiding his face in embarrassment. 

“Sorry.”

You chuckle, but loudly so he can hear you. 

“You’re evil.”

“You wanted a thank you for your… efforts?”

He looks at you, placing his hand on his hip, bracing himself for compliments. His face is painted with confusion as you get up and walk toward him. 

“I don’t want to inflate your ego, but you did me a favor.”

“It’s really noth–”

Your hand hangs onto his tie as you pull him in for a kiss. To him, the moment lasted a lifetime, and there was romantic music in the background. Purely magical. To you, the kiss was quick and ‘silly’ if anything. 

You pull away and head back to your seat. 

“Don’t you want to say anything to me after that?”

His words make you turn around and notice his redness. Knowing he expected a proper ‘thank you’, you wanted to tease more. 

“You’re right, Leigh. I forgot to tell you…”

He smiles proudly in expectation of praise. “My office is closed now, so please see yourself out.”

His expression drops into a pout, and he slowly heads for the door, trying to persuade you with his eyes. 

“I like that you’re joking with me more. Keep it up,” he says while closing the door. 

I don’t care what you ‘like’. I think.

You pack up for the day and head home, relieved that your office is no longer a boiling hot box of assignments. You giggle to yourself, knowing that you may receive a text from Leigh the next morning after he discovers the desk fan that has somehow found its way from your desk to his. 

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was that super cute or what? or super boring (probably...) also ummm i have a request rn that i NEEDD to work on (so yes whoever sent that to me i am eventually gonna get to it im sawwry for taking so long i'll be on it soon) !!

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oh that new character is goooddd....

[flezai]

Now you are in my debt.

Xanthus Claiborne x Dontis

Xanthus saved Dontis and the mythic creatures, but he didn’t do it for free or out of the kindness of his heart.

The year is 1938;

it has been two years since Xanthus saved Dontis from those orthodox family mythic collectors. Dontis remembered it all too well—being caged in the underground dark with no food or water, held captive along with other poor mythical creatures. He had watched others come and go, learning about their fates from the distant murmurs of the hunters. He could still hear the desperate cries of the other mythics echoing in the damp air. Whenever that family came down to check on them, they wore sickening grins, looking at them like they were wild animals trapped in a zoo. Dontis had truly believed it was the end of his life. Honestly, he was just tired of surviving and constantly running away from hunters anyway.

But then, a mysterious blonde man wearing a three-piece pinstripe suit ventured into the underground.

Dontis woke from his nap, blinking in confusion as he realized this stranger was freeing everyone. His eyes widened in absolute amazement as the man easily broke the heavy iron cages as if they were made of paper.

"Everyone!" the man yelled, his voice echoing off the stone walls. All the mythical creatures stared at him in sheer surprise. “I have freed all of you. Now, each one of you is in my debt. If I ever need you, you must listen and do exactly what I command,” the man said, his tone chilling enough to make Dontis's skin shiver.

Dontis was caged in the furthest corner of the underground, he was the last one to have his cage broken. When he finally got a clear look at the man's face, he froze, completely speechless. The stranger had blood smeared across his face, sharp fangs bared, and sinister crimson eyes. Dontis knew immediately—this man was a vampire.

"Hey, do you even hear me?" the blonde man asked, irritation flashing in his eyes.

Dontis stuttered, trying to clear his dry throat. "I—I apologize… I just got—"

"Listen to me," the man interrupted, his voice dropping into that determined, freezing tone once more. "After I have used my strength and agility to be heroic and free you, you are in my debt. If I should ever need anything, you must heed my call, or I will send death in my wake."

And just like that, the mythical creatures escaped the damned hellhole. Xanthus and Dontis were the last ones to make it out into the night air.

"Ha..." Dontis breathed, completely out of breath. He looked up at the vampire. Fresh blood was smeared on the man's fangs and across his cheek. He looked devastatingly attractive… he looked even more attractive when he had ripped apart the hunters who dared to attack them moments ago.

Wiping the blood from his mouth and hands, the vampire looked at him. "Care to say your name?"

Dontis cleared his throat before speaking. "Dontis… my name is Dontis. I'm an incubus."

The man hummed. "Dontis, hm? Well, my name is Xanthus. A seventeenth-century Claiborne," Xanthus introduced himself with a mockingly grave bow.

"Thank you… thank you for saving my life and the others. I'll do whatever you command." Dontis felt a sudden, strange warmth blooming in his chest.

"As you should. Now go on. We will meet again, Dontis."

With a blur of movement, Xanthus vanished, scaling the nearby buildings with effortless ease just as the sunset began to settle over London. His incredible speed and strength left Dontis completely amazed as he finally turned to run into the night, never looking back.

Maybe Xanthus would make his life better.

Note: When I first heard about Xanthus saving Dontis and the others on episode 4, I was so intrigued to know about this event. But I know Saku wouldn’t do a written lore about this soon.

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I’m done with Isaac 2.0 I mean Clyde 🌝😁

(Please don’t say he looks like nanami!!! 😭THIS IS CLYDE) I gave him two piercings 🌝

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coming back to this to start off my day

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I’m done with Isaac 2.0 I mean Clyde 🌝😁

(Please don’t say he looks like nanami 😭THIS IS CLYDE) I gave him two piercings 🌝

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god im so

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arianagrande: sunshine diaries: florida, there’s no place like home ♡

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wondering if this layout is any good

yes im coming back to the clyde fic shhh

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hihiiii, any bubble themed dividers? :3?

hello! I could do something with bubbles, here you go!! 🫧💖

[Free] Masterlist Headers & Dividers!

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𝓡𝓮𝓭 𝓫𝓸𝓽𝓽𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓭 𝓼𝓸𝓵𝓮𝓼

𝓘𝓼𝓪𝓪𝓬. 𝓡 𝔁 𝓟𝓲𝓬𝓴𝓵𝓮

𝙰/𝙽: 𝙶𝚊𝚑𝚑𝚑, 𝙸 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚢 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚜 𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜. 𝙸𝚖 𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝙸 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛, 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸𝚜𝚊𝚊𝚌 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚛🥹🥹🥹. 𝙰𝚗𝚢𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜, 𝙸 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚊 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚝 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚎! 𝙸 𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 "𝚖𝚘𝚖/𝚍𝚊𝚍" 𝚒𝚗 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚗𝚎𝚞𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚗𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚏𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚜! 𝙸 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚢𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢!!!!

(𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚘𝚏 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜 "𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚘𝚖𝚜" 𝚋𝚢 𝙰𝙳𝙴𝙻𝙰)

“Isaac, I don't own any shoes that are suitable for a gala” you say with frustration. One of Isaac's old colleagues is retiring and he invited us, sadly, you own zero pairs of chic shoes. “Mhm” he says, pursing his lips. “Wait right here” he says whilst walking away. You see him heading to his parents' old room, clearly in search of something.

“Got it!” You hear him mumble. “Isaac? Honey? What do you have?” You ask with curiosity. He brings out ...red bottomed shoes!!!????

“Isaac! What are those!?” You say with shock. Clearly Isaac doesn't know the significance of red bottomed shoes. “Uhm, shoes” he says casually. Shoes!? Shoes!? Red bottomed shoes aren't just shoes. “These were my moms/dad's, they seem to be your footsize” he says. “Here, let me put them on you” he says, leading you to the sofa.

You're still shocked by the fact that you get to wear such expensive shoes, I mean, You knew his family was rich but still! These shoes are expensive as fuck.

Okay wait, this is a Cinderella moment, stop procrastinating!

You sit down and he kneels before you, he slowly slides the shoe on. “Ah, perfect fit” he says, looking at you. You swear you could just kiss him. But then again, did he find those stupid posted notes of you saving money for red bottoms at your old apartment. “Do you like them?” He asks.

“Yes! I love them!” You say excitedly. “I knew you would like them” he says, getting up. What!? How!? Oh no, he found the stupid posted notes didn't he. “Uhhhh, how?” You say, clearly on edge. “You mutter ‘red bottom’ in your sleep” he says, chuckling slightly. WHAT!? since when??? “What!?” You say loudly, getting up off the couch. “Yeah” he says, laughing louder.

“Stop laughing!” You say smacking his arm. Gosh that's so embarrassing. Imagine dreaming about shoes, literal shoes. “Don't worry, it's cute” he says.

“Okay stop flirting, I just like my red bottom soles” you say, shrugging.