//I may flip I dunno Me and OCs of any stripe don’t seem to get along these days

𝕀'𝕞 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥𝕔𝕙𝕦 𝕟𝕖𝕖𝕕 𝕀'𝕞 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥𝕔𝕙𝕦 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕀 𝕘𝕠𝕥 𝕚𝕥 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝔸 𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕧𝕒𝕝 𝕀'𝕝𝕝 𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕦 𝕡 𝕀'𝕝𝕝 𝕥𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕕 𝕠 𝕨 𝕟! 𝕀'𝕞 𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕪 𝕤𝕨𝕖𝕖𝕥, 𝕊𝕥𝕦𝕔𝕜 𝕚𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕖𝕖𝕥𝕙 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝒞ℴ𝓉𝓉ℴ𝓃 𝒞𝒶𝓃𝒹𝓎! ᴏᴄ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅʟʏ - ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ᴅᴍ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴅᴇᴛᴀɪʟꜱ! ❤️ and ↪️

//uh Dragon Daddy Satan Yes please

She shrugs. “Memory’s a bit fuzzy on that, but I doubt it.”

“In my day, skinny meant sickly. If you were skinny, you didn’t live.”

//part of me really wants to do something like this for Cleo Shiva from FF10 is such a vibe

At the hookah bar right now: www.tiktok.com/t/ZP8L4696Q/

Off to her shop. She has a performance to put on.

She remains in the doorway, arms crossed. A slithering strip of linen peeks over her shoulder, then snaps—taking the badge—before disappearing. “Cleo,” she answers, “and thank you, though I’m not much for fights.”

//not me absolutely abusing the hieroglyph font

𓂻𓆙ଈ𓆈𓃒𓀡𓅷 W h y?

A head tilt, eyes crinkled with a smile. “Tombs are quiet. Hell was too, for a while. But it’s been a long time. I miss it, is all.” She waves. “I’m Cleo. Nice to meet you, Moxxie.”

I know. You’d think I’d be used to it after 4000 years.

Normalize posting the messy sketches! Normalize sharing your least favorite pieces! Normalize creating art for vengeance by drawing your enemies in compromising positions with various farm equipment! Normalize group critiques!

//i did a thing!

//I need polls So I know what to draw next Belly dancing Cleo Or Attack Cleo

Applause. Built to dance and kick ass.

No words. She just walks away.

“You think I have time to explain centuries of Middle Eastern culture to you?” Arms folded. Unamused.

Belly dancing is significant. It’s not just sexy, you know. We’re not strippers.

As long as you do not touch.

//i did a thing!

//because lewd focused accounts think it’s normal and everyone wants that kind of attention Instead of it being creepy

Weird? She can handle weird. “I think I’ll be fine,” she answers sibilantly. “Thanks for the heads up.”

//I did do a quick sketch of Cleo earlier, but I’ll post it tomorrow

A small huff. “… it’s fine. I’m guessing she works for the Vees?”

//a bit early but what the hell

//let’s get this party started, shall we?

“Does she need to do it at 8000 decibels?” she asks, her voice almost oddly sibilant, like sand rubbing against itself.

The door swings open and a pair of round, red eyes stares at him from above a well cared for bandage around her lower face As she looks at him expectantly.

She’s up, she’s up. 𓃒𓆙𓂻𐂂𓆈𓂻 It’s always so noisy in Hell.

//let’s get this party started, shall we?

//im definitely going to do art of her holy shit

𝔸𝕟𝕕 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕙 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕦𝕤. ʟɪᴛ/ᴅᴇꜱ Bɪ/ ɴᴏ ʟᴇᴀɴ ᴏᴄ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅʟʏ - ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ᴅᴍ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴅᴇᴛᴀɪʟꜱ! ❤️ and ↪️