#Skleo

[finnitesimal]

I'm just dancing with you, Cleo!

[fountainpenguin]

Commentary after watching Grian’s, Impulse's, and Etho’s Ep 1s:

Mumbo is back??? And Lizzie??? Amazing. I had my fingers crossed but my hopes were low. That's exciting.

The instant dump of puns... Grian and Mumbo really do share a soul

The secrets should be an interesting mechanic; this is going to force a lot of interactions and be a delicate balancing act. I think it was a good choice for a social series

Looking forward to seeing BigB's POV... That man just backpedaling and running circles around people with his confusing words and giant death trap in the ground... good for him.

Crying at the mental image of Impulse holding a piece of paper that says "Make cherry wood your entire identity" and he just (big sighs)

Impulse: "What if I just cut down ALL the cherry wood because it's MY identity?"

I appreciate how Impulse tried to demonstrate what goats do by backing up and then tackling Gem

Skizz hovering around Gem because his task was to stay within 10 blocks of her for 10 minutes... Scott turning to Impulse like "This... this is weird for Skizz, right?" sklfdj gotta check with the best friend

Cleo and Tango: "We're speeddating"

Wheezing at Scott's task of building a base that's obnoxiously attached to someone else's and Gem keeps scooting away and so Scott keeps moving his base to follow hers

So we're all going to draw Impulse with pink tools and pink crafting tables and stuff this season, right? slkdjf

Etho: "You have my heart, Joel"

omfg my "manifesting a Skizz and Cleo team-up" worked lskjdf. Looking forward to that perspective

Cleo moving in with Etho...

We get Skleo AND Boat Boys AND Cletho interactions this season? All in one episode? omg, this one's gonna be wild

Looking forward to more POVs when I'm home <3

[ireallyliketalldarksultrymen]

i found out about skleo a couple hours ago and now they’re rotating in my head……..guys their dynamic needs to be explored more!!!! it’s a crime that there aren’t a lot of posts on their tag

[sammy-writes-sometimes]

Word Count: 713

Notes: He/It Skizz our beloved >:3

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Cleo doesn't even need to open her eyes to know who or what is in front of her. Soft, almost chuffing sound muffled in as best a way as he could.

“Staring at me again, Skizz?” They don’t even open their eyes.

“I can’t help it!” The angel says loudly. “You’re so hot!”

She hums as Skizz giggles, all too giddy as always. A wing comes up, resting carefully over her side and sitting there as lightly as it can.

“Can you blame me?” He adds.

It's then that they open their eyes, looking at it with an eyebrow raised. But it's smiling, bright as the dawn and the day, welcoming like the morning bird’s call.

As he leans forward, hand gently on her thigh – Skizz learned a long time ago not to touch higher – that smile on his face, she shifts backwards with a soft groan.

“Bad pain day?” It says softly.

“You caused this.” They add with a slightly pained laugh.

And then they’re both laughing, mischief high in their tone.

“Do you want me to make breakfast? Make up for what I did last night?”

“I would love that.” She says in mock annoyance, but she already knows that Skizz sees it as soft. Some kindness under the surface that’s only seen by some.

“Want me to carry you?”

They shake their hand, tentatively sitting up with a groan. “It doesn't hurt that much. I can walk on my own."

There's a hand on her side again – the one that’s fully intact – as Skizz places a soft kiss on her cheek. "Rest a little bit, okay?”

“I don’t need rest, love.” They hum, turning to kiss him.

It rests its head on her shoulders, looking at her with big, blue eyes in an all too begging sort of way.

“No, Skizz.”

Skizz’s sigh is exaggerated as he leans back, looking away with that same expression.

“Skizz.”

“I wanted to make you breakfast in bed!" Skizz complains loudly.

"Sweetheart, you know I don't like to eat in bed." They point out with a smile.

His feathered tail flicks with annoyance until he sighs, giving up on the fight.

The zombie slides out of bed on wobbly feet, slowly shuffling over to where she put her crutches the night before. She quietly thanks her partner's patience, the angel already dressed and in the kitchen by the time she's left the room.

Sunlight filters through the windows of the small cabin, dancing over feathers and skin and hair, illuminating every inch of the open space that Skizz has made and each inch that the now wingless angel takes up. It wasn't just for them, Cleo knows that, but it never stops the feeling in their chest.

It makes her pause, even just for one moment, to question her heart and how cold or rotten it might truly be.

But they watch it, hear it's soft singing, smell the rotten flesh it chose to cook with. And it chose that, chose them, chose learning new things to accommodate their specific needs.

She's walking again, moving to stand comfortably next to Skizz as he continues to sing something.

"Clebert, the bacon’s almost done already so do you–"

"I thought you wanted me to rest." They say with a laugh.

"You looked like you wanted to help." Skizz says with a smile.

She rolls her eyes, shaking her head. "Fine, if you insist."

Their partner looks proud of himself, the feathers on his cheeks and ears fluffing out before laying back down.

She slips off one crutch, putting it to the side as Skizz hands them an egg.

There isn't a lull of silence that follows as they cook, instead there are jokes and laughter and teasing. Skizz telling her that they'll need makeup, Cleo helpfully reminding it that they bruise easily.

It’s less of a quiet thing, not even a gentle thing, but it feels like home and safety and warmth as Skizz looks at her with a smile and leans down to kiss her as he chuffs. There’s a hand in her own once she’s done, calloused and scarred, but soft.

They don’t say “I love you”, at least not that often, but with moments like this does it even have to be said?

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Our ko-fi

[mcyt-shipping-sideblog]

thinkin ab them

[fruitwanderer]

Skizz calling Cleo "sweetheart" and labeling her the queen/leader of the group... ough 0(- 👍

[skhardwarevers1]

goodnight I love you

This is directed towards everyoen

[meteormoss]

Considering gods

Cinsidering a new apocalypse

Considering fields and loose clothes and hands finding each others

Considering weapons and kisses and blood

Considering metaphors and archetypes and statements

[fence-time]

Tangeo.. skizzaph.. skleo… save me… save me rarepairs with little to no content…. Save me….

[itstaisstuff]

YOU DIDN'T TELL ME CLEO WAS ALSO PROBS GONNA TEAM WITH TANGO AND SKIZZ??

I am normal I am

Just Tangdubs and Skleo and Tangskizz and Skizzdubs and Cledubs--

Rarepairs our beloveds vwv

(also yes I am looking at spoilers... my silly ass is impatient...)

YEAH BECAUSE I DID CRY IRL WHEN THAT ALLIANCE FALL APART???? THAT'S NOT FAIR, WE COULD HAVE HAD IT ALL!!!

Yeah talking about spoilers. Yeah. This. THIS...

[transfemzedaph]

Fucked up ship bingo i'm giving you two options skleo (skizz/cleo) or clethubs

do not care for cleo/skizz at all i am so sorry </3

probably would be slightly different if it was just any of the two of them and not all 3 but eh

[finnitesimal]

"I'd feel better if you didn't just kill my child :/"

"had to be done. Love ya!"

mmmmmokay all is forgiven :]

[fountainpenguin]

Skizz: "You broke my heart when you split up with me."

Cleo: "I will break your legs."

Skizz: "THIS IS THE WORST BREAK-UP EVER!!"

[simplydm]

Just here to say Skleo good

(also we're procrastinating so fucking hard on writing, send help 😔)

Skleo good, writing even better, writing is so fun and fresh (sending you good writing vibes)

[sammy-writes-sometimes]

Word Count: 713

Cleo doesn’t even need to open her eyes to know who or what is in front of her. Soft, almost chuffing sound muffled in as best a way as he could. “Staring at me again, Skizz?” They don’t even open their eyes. “I can’t help it!” The angel says loudly. “You’re so hot! Can you blame me?” He adds.

[fruitwanderer]

7 skelo???

[Writing Game]

Word Count: 337

Was originally tempted to keep these and post them on the writing blog later but fuck it I love this fic.

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There was that dulled purr in Skizz's chest as he held out his hand, a wide yet gentle smile on his face.

"What?" Cleo asks bluntly.

"I want to dance." It then quickly adds, "Actually dance, not like– not like last time when I tried to kill you."

They look at his outstretched hand, then to the clearing around them. The island still didn't have much, one lonely tree growing among other saplings, but she could easily see it becoming more.

"Do you–"

She takes its hand in her own, stitching running over calluses and scars. Decayed blue-green meeting a very, very pale tan.

The angels rests a hand on their side before pulling them closer to him as they take his other hand.

It's somewhat awkward, her partner has more than half a foot on her in height, making her crane her head up just to see its eyes.

There's an easy sort of silence as Skizz lets Cleo lead, following close behind as they step. The only music, since they don't have a jukebox let alone disks, are the noisy songs of cicadas and crickets as the night pours on.

She, for only a split second, sees Skizz grin almost cunningly before she's swiftly dipped. A broad, careful hand rests into her back as he hovers over, still smiling as he chuffs.

Then they're whisked back onto their feet, Skizz tilting its head to the side as it smiles.

"Skizz, if this is your way of flirting, at least tell me."

"What? Can't two friends dance?" He seems almost embarrassed, but there's something in his voice that betrays him.

Cleo rolls their eyes. "Why are you like this?"

"'cause I wanted to make up for last season, even if I did fail."

The zombie sighs, shaking her head. There's words at the tip of her tongue, a want to confess her feelings, but instead she steps back.

"Goodnight, Skizz."

His smile almost threatens to fall, but still it's there and gentle and comforting.

"Goodnight, Cleo."