#cleodora

[sharkymot]

I'm nearly 24 hours late, but here's to winter fun!

I was gonna post this yesterday, but then i got home from my internship and passed out cold the moment i sat in bed lol

Sketch + another concept I had

[thieves-in-the-palace]

They're really pulling some niche figures for these new Personas, huh?

Prosymna is one of three naiad daughters of the Greek river god Asterion. Along with her sisters (Acraea and Euboea), she served as a wet-nurse for Hera. The name Prosymna means "celebrate in song," which explains her harp-like design.

(Prosymna is also a genus of snake!)

Erytheia is one of the three (or four, or seven) Hesperides, nymphs who presided over evening and sunsets. The name Erytheia means "the red one." There doesn't seem to be much mythos surrounding Erytheia specifically, but her name was assigned to a small island northwest of Gilbraltar. (Nowadays it's part of Spain! The city of Cadíz can be found there.)

Preceded by Leucothea, Erytheia is one of the two (possibly 3?) P5X Persona to be rendered as a masculine entity despite being based off a distinctly feminine mythological figure. Not sure why they're doing that, but hey, the designs are great!

Syke is a bit of an oddball. While it would be easy to presume it's meant to represent Psyche, the Greek goddess of the soul…Psyche has already appeared as Metis' Persona back in P3 FES, so it's possible this one is a different entity. However, something worth noting: like the other Greek myth Persona in this post, Psyche came in a set of three, having been the youngest of three sisters.

Of what I've been able to dig up, Syke (or Syca) was also the name of a town in ancient Cilicia, a region in southern Anatolia. Another name for Syke was Setos, possibly based off the primordial sea goddess Ceto. Ceto is considered one of the oldest-known deities in Greek myth, and was mother to a myriad of monsters, such as the Graiae and Gorgon sisters.

Meng Po is the Chinese goddess of forgetfulness, tasked with ensuring that souls headed for reincarnation are reborn with no memories. To accomplish this, she serves a memory-wiping soup to souls crossing the Naihe Bridge out of Diyu, a subterranean maze that serves as an equivalent to hell in Chinese mythology.

This lore explains both the bowl and lantern in this Persona's design. The bowl represents the soup, obviously enough, while the lantern can be interpreted as symbolic of "guiding the dead."

Cleodora was one of the three Thriae, prophetic nymphs who lived in the Corycian Cave of Mt. Parnassus. Though the Thriae are often considered to be the "bee-maidens" (women bearing human heads/torsos and bee wings/lower bodies) described in the Homeric Hymn to Hermes, it's possible they're different trios; the Thriae predicted the future through throwing stones (pessomancy/mantic pebbles), while the bee-maidens predicted the future through casting lots (cleromancy).

The only info I can find on Cleodora as separate from the Thriae states that she was the mother of Parnassos, who invented a way to predict the future based on birds (ornithomancy).

[p5x-theories]

The full, transparent art of the returning P5X thieves' Personas that we didn't have yet, plus Rob Roy, Awilda, and Mandarin, whose lighting appears to have been changed from their previous full images (Mandarin's only very slightly.)

[felrend]

This is Cleodora, she is a Court Augur and reminds me of a Wood Nymph.

I’ve barely even started but I’m loving her already 😍

[solunasimmer]

#faceyoursims challenge by @samssims

I was tagged by no one I just wanted to see lmao.

This was a trend on instagram called #faceyourart but I thought it would be fun to bring it around simblr. Post 9 6 faces of sims you have 100% created (not born in game) to spot similarities and to see your style.

I’m going to go with cheekbones, full lips, button nose? Crazy didn’t think I had a sim style lmaooo! I’m tagging anyone who wants to try! I LIED IM CALLING OUT @catssimblr & luna you too bun @astrasouls

[sharkymot]

My late submission to FMAbruary 2026; Spring!

Valentines.

975 words; vantrisha & cleodora x Father(Thaddeus).

No warnings apply, just a fluffy fic about Cleodora acting oddly generous during spring.

“Trisha!”

Looking up from the garden in the front yard, Trisha saw Cleodora waving overly enthusiastically with Thaddeus in tow behind them.

“Cleo!?”

She yelped as she got to her feet, confused by the two's sudden appearance, but amused by it nonetheless.

“You didn't tell us you were coming to Resembool today.”

Cleodora nodded with another laugh—making Trisha furrow her eyebrows slightly in suspicion—rummaging through their bag now they were standing in front of her. Thaddeus did not look at Trisha other than to give a curt greeting nod, hiding behind his scarf, which he had pulled up higher than usual.

“Here, here,” Cleodora then pushed an envelope into Trisha's hands, rushing past her to the front door of her house before she could react. “Happy valentines!”

They called out over their shoulder before letting themself in. Trisha blinked, stunned by both the audacity and surprise of seeing Cleodora in such an eerily cheerful mood. She huffed as she looked down at the envelope in her hands, shaking her head before looking up at Thaddeus, who still remained in his spot.

“Since when… Does Cleo celebrate valentines?”

Trisha chuckled as she turned the envelope in her hand; ‘Trisa’ was written on the front in an… attempt at an eligible handwriting. Thaddeus shook his head slightly, catching his scarf whenever it threatened to fall.

“Since yesterday I presume. I do not question them right now… They are always acting odd during the spring season.”

“Huh," Trisha acknowledge with a shrug. “Did they get you anything?”

She asked while tearing the envelope open out of curiosity.

“Yes. They managed to find several very old copies of a few books I was planning to buy myself. It was… Thoughtful.”

Trisha had to stop herself from awh-ing at Thaddeus' flustered mumbling. The two had clearly come such a long way, and she could never resist a good love story.

“That sounds like you'll be busy for a while,”

She giggled before peeking into the envelope to find a small post-it note and a collection of different paintbrushes that she had mentioned to Cleodora once. Maybe twice?

“What is it?”

Thaddeus asked when Trisha went quiet with a small smile on her face. She sighed softly as she fished the note from the envelope first. The handwriting is completely illegible considering it is Cleodora's.

“It's paintbrushes…”

Trisha mumbled as she squinted at the handwriting. Thaddeus frowned slightly beneath his scarf, confused by her quiet response, did Cleodora not think about what they were giving her?

“Is that… Good?”

He asked hesitantly, Trisha looked up with a confused blink before nodding with a laugh.

“Oh, yes. It is! I just hadn't expected them to remember that I needed to replace mine.”

Thaddeus made a quiet ‘ah' noise before looking at the note in her hand.

“It says ‘for all your—a word even I can not read—needs’. I assume they meant creative.”

Trisha nodded as she smiled fondly at the note before putting it make into the envelope with a soft chuckle.

“So, did you do anything for them? Or did they catch you off guard?”

She asked as she stuffed the envelope in the pocket on her apron. When Thaddeus hesitated to answer, she looked up with a raised eyebrow, greeted by Thaddeus’ reddening face. He fidgeted with his scarf as he insistently pulled it over his mouth and nose again. Trisha didn't need to know more to put two and two together, covering her mouth as she barked out an amused laugh.

“Oh, I see~” She wriggled her eyebrows teasingly, nudging Thaddeus’ arm with a snort. “No need to be so embarrassed about it, silly.”

Thaddeus shot the younger woman a glare as his face only got redder at her teasing remarks.

“Do not laugh! I am not ashamed. It is just warm.”

“Riiight.”

“Silence, you prurient fool.”

Trisha rolled her eyes with another giggle as she smacked Thaddeus' arm lightly for his defensive grumbling.

Meanwhile, Cleodora had managed to locate their next target, already holding the envelope with Hohenheim's name on it in their hand when they knocked on the door to his study.

“Surprise visit, open up,” They called out impatiently, knocking insistently until the door swung open. “Ah! I was getting worried.”

Hohenheim lifted his glasses with an incredulous look, a small smile on his face despite their sudden—demanding—entrance. Cleodora extended the envelope to him as they leaned on the doorframe.

“What's this about, Dora?”

Hohenheim chuckled as he took the envelope, turning it over in his hand once before putting glasses back on to squint at Cleodora's handwriting.

“Happy valentines day,” Cleodora mumbled before pushing off the doorframe. “I didn't really know what to get you.”

They added, already turning to leave Hohenheim to open their envelope.

Hohenheim shook his head as he watched Cleodora descend the stairs, carefully tearing open the envelope to find a post-it note, a folded sheet of paper, and a small photograph.

While he definitely couldn't read Cleodora's handwriting without Thaddeus’ help, the folded paper revealed a letter written in a very neat and cursive handwriting. A hand that Hohenheim easily recognised as Thaddeus'. A soft smile slowly tugged at Hohenheim's lips as he read over the words, although he was sure the letter was in no way intended for him to ever read, it was deeply endearing. Cleodora should not have crossed Thaddeus' boundaries in such a way however, and he'd be sure to give them an extensive talking to later.

The picture was simple: Trisha on the left, Thaddeus on the right, and Hohenheim in the middle. He remembered that Cleodora took the picture, but he had assumed they would have deleted or forgotten about it in all honesty. It was nice to see.

… Who knew Cleo had such a side to them?

[sharkymot]

Uni AU meme-sketches compilation

Close-ups under the cut!

^ my favourite one it's so funny pls

[sharkymot]

This was basically chapter 18 of Here Comes The Sun (my fic), right?

(How is Llamas With Hats already over 15 years old. That’s weird.)