#Cleo Berry

[berrysquared]

vampire cleo🧛🏻‍♀️for the art game (:

Heres a vampirecleo for you :}

[tahkannibal]

Gang.

[00land24]

Pew! Those bright orange suits sure gets hot under a killing sun!

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[asoftenderlove]

I made this really healing playlist last year and forgot I never shared

[bananzerssims]

Happy New Year!

[firep0wder]

Now what did past me say about hermits... I'm curious

[odleaisland]

With Pierce now in their lives it's only natural that Cleo, Evan's half-sister who he was forced to basically raise before moving out at 18, shows up. Theirs is a harder relationship, but Evan is trying.

[sourcherryandsprinkles]

Hii love! Can you write ‘’I don’t care we broke up, I still love you.’’ with JJ Maybank?? Thank you❤️

I miss my boy JJ <3 Only three weeks until we see him again!! Who is excited for the new season?

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Being stranded on 'Poguelandia' made you realize how you took many things for granted — especially your morning croissant and coffee — and the privilege of a hot shower and a soft pillow.

When you’ve lived your whole life in comfort, it’s hard to suddenly have nothing. When you escaped the boat with the rest of the pogues, you didn’t think you would come across an inhabited island and have to stay there for a while. It’s only been five days and you were starting to feel like the two kids in The Blue lagoon.

Everyone was in survival mode and helping in any way they could. You and Kiara had built a shelter for the night, Sarah and Cleo had gathered wood and some small fruits while the boys made good use of their fishing skills…and a makeshift spear.

It also made you reevaluate things. Like your relationship with JJ.

You had broken up shortly after Sarah and John B. were declared dead, both too emotional and heartbroken to be in a relationship. The ‘death’ of your friends had caused a massive crack in the group. Even the relationship between Kie and Pope had its hard moments, but unlike you and JJ, they were still together.

‘’I still love him. I never stopped,’’ you confessed to Kiara one late night on the beach while everyone was asleep.

Your eyes were on JJ, watching him sleeping soundly after sending your heart into panic earlier that day. Doing stupid shit was typical of JJ, but when he jumped from that cliff and he didn’t come up to the surface immediately, you got really scared. After almost drowning and definitely having a minor undiagnosed concussion, you could barely stand not having your eyes on him.

Kiara laid her head on your shoulder. ‘’I know.’’

Everybody knows.

If JJ had not been there, surviving on the island would’ve been harder. He was the sunshine in your life, always there to turn your grumpy frown into a smile after you had the worst sleep of your life and sand in places where sand should not be.

You’ve spent a lot of time together on Poguelandia, looking for coconuts and cracking them, teaching you how to catch a fish or watching the stars on nights neither of you could find sleep. It was nice to be close to him again.

But it wasn’t close enough.

‘’Can I eat that?’’ you asked, standing by a small bush of wild berries.

‘’If the berries are white, yellow, and green, don’t eat them,’’ JJ said, not even looking at the berries you were talking about. ‘’Some red berries are poisonous too, so be careful. If you eat a harmful berry, there could be great consequences. Red berries are roughly 50% safe to eat. And, if they are in clusters, they’re usually bad.’’

You nodded. Noted. ‘’Can I eat this one?’’

Growing up on the wealthier side of the island, you didn't know a lot of surviving tips. You didn’t even know how to pierce a coconut. Fortunately for you, JJ was there to help you out.

A small chuckle left JJ’s lips and he came over to you, checking the berries and plucking one from the branch. ‘’Open up, milady.’’ He held the small fruit before your mouth and you allowed him to feed it to you. ‘’If it taste weird, spit it out.’’

He was kidding. JJ would never let you eat a poisonous berry. He only said that to mess with you.

A call of your and JJ’s name made you whip your heads around to hear Pope saying the girls were swimming by the rocks and he and John B. were going to fetch more wood to make a fire tonight. You gave him a thumbs up and they left through the tall trees.

You plucked more berries from the branches, trying to calm your screaming stomach. Your body was not used to the small portion of food a deserted island had to offer.

While you were eating, JJ was trying to gather his words together. You hadn’t talked about what happened on the boat when he got knocked over, about when you saved his life. It was a difficult thing to think about and everyone respected your silence, but JJ wanted to thank you. If you had not jumped overboard and kept his head above water, he probably would have drowned.

‘’I…I didn't tell you, but what you did on the boat was brave as fuck,’’ he started, shifting his feet in the sand nervously. ‘’Jumping overboard like that? I wish I could've seen that.’’ A smile curled on his lips, imagining for a moment. ‘’Thanks for saving me.’’

When you saw him in the water, face down and not moving, you didn't hesitate and leaped. You would do again if you had to.

‘’Next time someone swings at you with a machete, you duck. I don’t want to play superhero again.’’ Your eyes welled up with tears and JJ pulled you against him. He didn't smell like weed and teen-boy deodorant anymore, just salt water and sweat, but he embrace still felt like JJ.

‘’I’ll try to remember.’’

‘’I almost gave up,’’ you confessed against his shoulder, ‘’but I wasn't going to abandon you. If you go down, I go down too.’’

JJ tightened his hold around you. He felt so lucky to have you in his shitty life.

You slipped your hands through the haphazardly cut holes of his shirt and spreading your fingers on his back. JJ went soft under your touch, his head falling into the space between his shoulder and neck. 

‘’I don’t care we broke up, I still love you. I always will.’’

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[ohnonotthehorrors]

Actually you know what I’m not over this.

I Love how involved Cleo (sort-a kinda accidentally) ended up being for Etho’s task.

Etho literally asked her ‘hey, is it okay to put people in danger’ and after about two seconds of thought she was like ‘absolutely, as long as it’s not me.’ And you know what? He took that to heart.

There was no point in which Etho’s fire, Berry bushes, and pufferfish got anywhere near Cleo. And if you watch her episode: she wasn’t scared for herself in the slightest! Etho was purposely going around placing harmful things and she still just hung around him cause she trusted him.

(Side note, I love how concerned Cleo was during the pufferfish nonsense, laughing her head off yes, but concerned)

And then! And then Etho was holding the flint and steel, clearly debating using it, and Cleo just sidled on over and said ‘do it.’ Instant fire. She’s such an enabler I love it.

At the end Etho was doing the whole ‘I think… I think I did it?’ And Cleo, who’d pretty firmly caught on, was like ‘yes absolutely, let’s go turn it in’ and they just kept reassuring each other the Entire way to the secret keeper.

I just… she’s such an enabler and he’s so enabled it’s so fun to watch.

[fountainpenguin]

Obsessed with Housewife Etho staying home and doing chores and then scrambling over himself to run and cover the berry bushes so Cleo doesn't hurt herself when she comes home

[legally-allowed-to-slime]

etho and cleo. etho and cleo planning on who to kill when they turn red. etho and cleo planning their house with secret rooms. etho saying he’s not a protector but still covering up the berry bush so cleo doesn’t get hurt doing her task. their friendship is so pure and askghjdg

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2. An accidental kiss, Ren/Doc, 953 words

Contrary to popular belief, Doc enjoyed slow mornings.

He was an early riser, when his ambitions were lax enough to allow him a full night's sleep, or his friends insistent enough to demand it of him. Something about seeing the sun crest the horizon and paint the sky in gloriously bright color always lit a fire under him, reminded him that there was a new day at his disposal and urged him to make the best of it. He could grind for hours on that motivation alone.

But, that didn't mean Doc didn't know how to appreciate downtime. There was a contentedness that came with everything being in its place, his builds ahead of schedule and his workspaces organized in a way he understood, even if nobody else did. In the distance, Doc could hear the sparking redstone and firing pistons of various contraptions, a cadence so familiar that he could tell they were working properly by sound alone.

The eggs were fresh from Doc's chicken farm. The steak had sat in an herb bath overnight. The coffee was ground from Doc's latest attempts to crossbreed a sweeter bean. The berry juice was pressed and chilled that morning. Ren was running downstairs in a rush-

...Wait.

Doc looked up as Ren flitted and fretted around their shared space, disheveled from sleep. "I am so late, dude," Ren said in way of greeting, apology, and explanation, all in one.

"I can see that," Doc said, putting down his coffee mug, "What's the hurry?"

Ren disappeared back upstairs. Into the bathroom, were Doc to guess, the door left ajar for the sound of running water and brushing teeth to travel. "Hah a meeing wih Hreah an' Hrea," Ren tried.

Doc's organic side softened. "Try again," He said, standing from the table. If he'd known Ren had somewhere to be, Doc might not have made him a plate. He'd've at least woken him up to eat it sooner, but no point letting it go to waste now.

There was the sound of swishing, spitting, and a much clearer voice repeated, "A meeting with Stress and Cleo!" Doc heard rummaging from the direction of Ren's room as he worked to slice the steak and scramble the eggs, "Where's my-?"

"Your elytra is hanging in the front hall," Doc interrupted, "Where I left it when I last mended it for you."

"Oh," The delight in Ren's tone seemed out of place, and Doc huffed, shaking his head fondly as the rummaging kicked up again, "I was gonna say my shades, actually, but good to know about that, too!"

"Have you checked your head." It wasn't a question, and there wasn't an answer, just a telling silence that made Doc wheeze with laughter.

When Ren came back downstairs a bit later, he was out of his pajamas, teeth, hair, and tail all brushed. "We're just gonna ignore that little faux pas I did there, alright? Alright," Ren insisted casually, walking past the kitchen to grab his elytra and strap it on.

Doc met Ren in the hall. "You can ignore it," Doc pointed out as he offered him an insulated bundle. The steak and eggs were sliced thin and mixed together, and he'd poured the berry juice into a capped bottle. Ren might have appreciated the coffee, but it wasn't yet decaffeinated enough to be dog hybrid-safe. "I'll be thinking about it for the next hour."

Ren snickered, accepting the bundle with one hand and pulling the front door open with the other. "Yeah, uh, this morning's been a struggle," He stood on his tip toes to press his lips to Doc's, and then he's out the door, calling a "Catch you later, baby!" as he flew off.

Doc watched him go. He shut the door behind Ren, and returned to his place on the couch. His coffee had cooled. Doc took a sip anyway, and didn't even register the tingling of his lips.

"DOC!" Doc coughed in surprise as Ren careened back through the front door. His elytra would need to be mended again, but that was less of a concern than the wide-eyed expression on Ren's face.

Doc hardly had a moment to set his mug down before Ren was trapping him on the couch, a hand holding his weight on either side of the headrest. "What is happening, man?" He asked skeptically.

"Doc, what did I just do?" Ren asked him with an urgency that made Doc's eyes narrow thoughtfully.

"Ruined your elytra, again, and maybe the door?" Doc spared it a glance. Definitely broken, or at least knocked off one of its hinges, hanging askew in the doorway by little more than a prayer.

Ren shook his head, "No no, before that! I left with the bundle you gave me, what did I do right before that?"

Doc thought back. Ren had been rushing to leave. He'd brushed his teeth, gotten dressed, and found his shades. He'd been putting on his elytra when Doc stopped him for the bundle, and then-

Oh. Ren had kissed him.

"You should call Stress and Cleo," Doc said, half-dazed. It had happened so quickly that Doc hadn't even processed the action until now.

Ren raised a brow, "Why's that?"

Doc hooked his arm around Ren's neck and pulled until Ren fell forward, body against him properly, and returned the favor. It was more than the quick press of lips Ren had spared him at the door, but if the wagging of Ren's tail and the feel of his rapid heartbeat was any indication, there weren't any complaints.

They were both breathless when they broke apart, and Doc touched his forehead to Ren's. "You aren't going to make that meeting."

[bananzerssims]

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March 11: Unconventional relationships / Trope subversion (for @mcyt-aro-week)

“Right, I’ll count to three,” Cleo said gently. “One.”

“Don’t baby me!” Bdubs pouted. “Just yank- OW! Hey!”

Cleo rolled their eyes and put a cloth over the, frankly, small cut from the berry bush on Bdubs’ calf. “Do you need me to kiss it better?”

“No!”

“No?”

“I was so brave.”

“You were so brave.” Bdubs put his hand over Cleo’s, and they move theirs back, leaving him holding the cloth. “Just hold that until it stops bleeding.”

“I know.”

“I’m just reminding you.”

Bdubs studied their face, and they met his gaze. He blinked slowly. They blinked back.

[dmwrites]

Sleeping arrangements in the team TIES base was a little precarious, to say the least. They hadn’t actually planned an area to sleep in, too busy trying to survive and fortify, so they mostly just plopped themselves down wherever there was room. Skizz usually fell asleep on top of the table, cuddling whatever was nearest to him (chairs, a furnace, Tango whenever he was feeling lonely). Tango slept in front of the furnaces like a cat, usually curled up on his sleeping bag, also like a cat. Etho slept amongst the crops and animals- he said he liked the earthy smell, but Impulse was pretty sure that there was also an escape tunnel in one of the water holes. And Impulse slept in a small alcove tucked away in the wall of the staircase.

It was cramped and odd, but it worked for them. Impulse didn’t mind his spot, meant he could watch people come and go, slip away unnoticed if he needed to. It wasn’t as soft and warm as his sleeping arrangements in Double Life, his brain would sometimes unhelpfully remind him when he was tossing and turning on sleepless nights, but it was good enough.

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It was one of the sleepless nights, with Impulse tossing and turning in his sleeping bag and trying to just will himself to sleep. He could hear Skizz and Tango snoring, a badly tuned symphony of mouth sounds, and the gentle lapping of the ocean against the land.

There was a sudden soft slap of flesh on wood, and Impulse cracked an eye to see a glowing red one looking back at him. It was Etho on the stairs, and Impulse raised a couple of fingers in a lazy wave.

Etho just looked at him, and Impulse looked back. It was hard to read Etho’s expression in the dark- hell, it was hard to read Etho’s expressions period, what with the mask he kept on. Impulse raised an eyebrow, a silent question. Where are you going? Etho glanced up the stairs, then, after some kind of mental dithering, it seemed, he held out his hand to Impulse and raised an eyebrow. Want to come with me?

Impulse took Etho’s hand and got to his feet. He followed him up the stairs and out into the ocean. The water was still warm from the sunny day before, and it felt nice on his skin. Impulse followed Etho onto the land, and up the water elevator to the second floor of their tower base. Etho pulled a small bag out of a chest, then went and sat on the edge of the balcony, legs hanging off the side. Impulse sat next to him.

“Want some berries?” Etho proffered the bag to Impulse, and he saw it was full of bright red berries. “I like to keep them up here for a nighttime snack.”

Impulse chuckled and took a few. “Thanks, man.”

They ate in silence for a while. All was quiet on the horizon, just some hostile mobs walking about in the dark. Impulse glanced at Etho from time to time- it was odd, allying with Etho. Etho had always been such an enigma in Impulse’s mind, quick-witted and sharp as a tack, calculating and smart. And he was all of those things, but also just kind of to himself, always fidgeting with redstone and wires. And there was this kind of friction between him and Etho, just in short glances and the odd joke. The standard procedure was to let the old series go, leave old emotions in the past. But no one ever really forgot, not completely, anyway.

Etho looked out towards the janky clocktower near spawn, and it wasn’t hard to figure out what he was thinking about.

“It’s weird to not be… there.”

Impulse somehow knew that it wasn’t a place that Etho was talking about.

“Yeah.”

Etho turned to look at him. “You and me. And Cleo. We know…” he trailed off, looking back towards the clockers tower. “I used to think of all of you as my enemies. Especially you, because you’re so…” Etho sighed. “You were really good to him.” His eyes crinkled slightly. “As much as I hate to admit it. You loved- love, you love him like I do. He never said a bad thing about you, even when I goaded him. And you… it was, is, clear that you adore him.”

Impulse chuckled. “Well, that’s Bdubs for you. You said it yourself. You, me, and Cleo, we just know… I don’t know, man, it’s the Bdubs effect or something. I will never know him like you do, and that’s okay, but I get it. I understand.”

Etho gave him a funny look, eyebrows furrowed, looking at Impulse like he’d never really seen him properly before.

“You’re a pretty great guy, Impulse.”

Impulse bowed his head, a blush coming to his cheeks. “Oh, stop that. You are too.”

They sat in silence for a while longer, lulled by the waves. Impulse kept thinking about what Etho said, or, more specifically, what the silences between his words had meant. It felt good, being here with Etho, like someone had smoothed out the wrinkles of the fabric of their friendship. Impulse wasn’t sure what would come next, no one ever did in these life series, but he felt a little more confident that he would follow Etho until their timers ran out of life to give.

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Additional lore I couldn’t fit into the story:

Skizz will grab anything while he sleeps. Like, you know how if you give a baby something they'll wrap their fingers around it? Yeah, that’s Skizz. He’s grabbed Tango, Tango’s sleeping bag with and without Tango in it, furnaces, crafting tables, chairs, blocks from the floor, Etho once when he was passing by to get a drink of water. Impulse, when he can’t sleep, will sometimes peer around the corner to see what Skizz is holding this time (and save Etho if he’s there). He and Etho have def played a game to see what Skizz will cuddle if they hand it to him.