#p!cleo

[b1odeuwed]

King Heron

[gillipopmoji]

started watching cleo's pirates vods and i decided to make these emojis. anyway the adhd won so it's been months since then and i haven't resumed their vods but i made these anyway. her mc skin and official art have surprisingly different color pallettes so i did versions for both.

also yes that is the apple beer emoji, i couldn't figure out how to draw a beer mug 😭

[hn-undercover-9503]

aaaand one more before I go to bed (it's 2am) this one was a lil character study I was doing for pirates smp Cleo because I found her character there incredibly fascinating (I still do), I remember having a ton of fun writing this one; the actual document is a little bit longer but I never found a good end point for it so it probably won't see the light of day...so I share :)

When Cleo first washed up on the shores of the Faction Isles, the very first thing they were greeted with was a stone axe heading straight for her head.

Reacting on pure instinct, her arm shot out and grasped onto the blade just before it was about to cleave her skull in half. "Whoa, whoa, whoa! Hey, now! I don't think that's a great way to wake up, now, is it?"

The blade began to shake in her hands, but not because of her. With a frown, she cast her gaze downwards and blinked at what they saw in front of them. It was a child–just a regular old human child, a boy by the looks of it. A child who happened to be wielding an axe larger than him.

"Oh, now what are you doing with this, then?" Cleo gently tugged the handle from the child's shaking hands and lowered it to the sand. "Honestly, who'd let a kid have an axe anyway? Some people…"

The kid, she realized, was still shaking, and seemed to be frozen in place. She frowned, crouching down to get on his level. "Are you alright?"

The child scooted backward when they moved closer, looking around behind him as though searching for a way out. "S-Stay back, monster!"

"Monster…?" Cleo tilted her head to the side, but then it hit them–she was dead. Of course people who weren't used to her would be scared of her. They couldn't help but laugh a bit, lowering themself down to sit in the sand. "I get it now. Don't worry, I'm not going to attack you."

"Y-You…what?"

She giggled. "I know I'm a zombie, but I'm not brainless."

The kid blinked at them, seemingly confused. "But…zombies aren't…they don't talk."

"Well, maybe here they don't." She smirked. "But I'm different."

The kid frowned, sitting up and straightening his back quickly. "Um, well, sorry I guess. For…trying to kill you."

"Hm. I forgive you." Cleo smiled. "But you can really make it up to me by answering a few questions for me, yeah?"

"Uh, sure." The kid pushed a lock of ginger hair from his face. His hair was only a couple of shades darker than Cleo's own, but his was much tamer. "I know everything about this island. Ask me anything."

"Is that so?" Cleo hummed, tapping her chin as though thinking really hard. "Tell me then, what exactly is this place?"

"This is the Faction Isles!"

"Oh, I see." Cleo hummed again, this time actually thinking. She'd heard of this place before but had never really been sure if it was the right place for them. They'd been adventuring on her own for so long that the idea of joining a group seemed strange, even if she knew that so-called rogue pirates tended to be viewed as lesser. "And who are you exactly? What does a kid have to do with all these pirates?"

"Oh, I live here!" The kid leaned forward excitedly, a gleam in his eyes that spoke volumes. "My name is Scott, and my parents are both really important pirates! They're in the Herons–the best faction–and they've sailed all over these waters! They've explored so much and discovered so many places and things! Someday, I'm going to be just like them! I'm going to set out on my own adventures and stake my own claim on this world. I won't just be the Denholms' son, I'll be Scott Denholm, a legendary adventurer."

Cleo nodded to herself, already feeling an odd stirring in her heart. "Right. Well, Scott–I'm Cleo. I'm a pirate, too, I suppose."

"Really? What faction are you in? I definitely would have remembered seeing you around here."

"I'm not in a faction." Scott gasped, scooting closer and whispering like their next words were a secret.

"Are you a…rogue?"

Cleo laughed and shrugged. "Maybe, maybe not. Maybe I might want to join one of these factions and see what all the fuss is about."

Something glinted in the kid's eyes, and he was on his feet in the next second. He extended a hand to Cleo, who took it even though she didn't need it. The kid was surprisingly tall, although not as tall as her. "Come with me!" He said confidently, turning and heading up the beach to the docks.

"Where are we going?" Cleo asked.

"I'm going to show you the Isles!" He looked back and smiled at them, hands on his hips like he had all the confidence in the world. Then he turned around and kept walking, and Cleo watched him for another few seconds before eventually following him.

[luci-lavender]

psmp Cleo!!!

brought to you from my dying phone in a safeway parking lot

p!Cleo is such a great character I love them so much

Song that I listened to on repeat while drawing this: Pretty Pills for Broken Hearts (Cloudy June)