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marketinggift · 1 year

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To Make Free Money Install & Register Cleo App :

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#cleo app #gift #install and earn #make money on social media #make money

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minart-was-taken · 1 year

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Was anybody gonna tell me Subway Surfers has a bunch of lgbt+ characters or was I supposed to be pleasantly surprised all by myself?

#Subway Surfers #Yeah I'm making fanart of the 11 year old app game #I'm not sure how I got here either but I'm not complaining #Transgender #Genderqueer #Rain #Cleo #Pride

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oooocleo · 1 year

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tip to save an artists life... if transferring big files over cloud service (or wirelessly in general) is giving u trouble, you can very easily use a USB stick and an usb-c to usb-a converter to just.. copy and paste stuff to your pc 🥲

for older ipad models a lightning to usb-a would potentially work (altho always check bc.. apple hates us)... i had to figure this out bc my internet connection is too unstable to succesfully transfer my bigass illustration files 🧍

#cleo talks #it was so annoying to find straightforward info abt this on google #bc all the links r just adds for cloud service apps like.. fuck off for once #this is amazing for me so i figured id share just in case 👍

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littlequeenies · 2 years

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Our Muses (aka our pages)

Hi everyone! We'd like to share again or tumblr pages here for everyone (specially since you cannot reach them through the app!).

Each muse has their biography (some are more updated than others) with some photos, then a "More Info" (which are actually our entries with her name tag), a timeline (if you are looking for a specific photo it may help), and finally links to other cool sites, books and other sources where you can get more information about her.

Click to know more:

Alice Ormsby-Gore

Bebe Buell

Charlotte Martin

Cleo Odzer

Demri Parrott

Iggy Rose

Jane Asher

Jenny Boyd

Jo Jo Laine

June Child

Lee Starkey

Marsha Hunt

Pam Courson

Pattie Boyd

Paula Boyd

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erstwhilesparrow · 1 year

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the papers from the bankers say they doubt you’re coming home

So Cleo wins. Of course they win.

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Scott has a garden. He used to tend it with his own two hands. He doesn’t anymore, but the garden finds its ways of being self-sufficient. It’s not witchcraft; Cleo doesn’t care and Scott drags decay in his wake like a wedding dress train. Gave up, at some point, trying to keep it in check.

That there’s life at all in the garden is nothing short of miraculous, so Scott hauls himself upright and down the stairs every afternoon to see the miracle for himself again. His old lizard-like friend—reanimated after an accident, and then what might have been sabotage, and then what definitely was spite—doesn’t keep names very well these days, but he roams the garden, and seems comfortable enough that Scott finds himself relaxing in his presence.

“Hello,” Scott says, voice rusty from disuse. He doesn’t need to talk much these days—whatever he’s about to say, Cleo reacts just the same, as if they’ve already heard it. “How are you doing?”

His friend flicks his tongue in Scott’s face, and the smell of rot—always there to some degree—intensifies. Scott’s had time to practise, to study. But a dead thing brought back has already split its self with death. There are points past which there is no return.

It could be worse. Scott and death are old lovers these days.

He tells his friend, “I haven’t seen Cleo since… two days ago? Two days ago for me.” Scott coughs. He gets two sentences before his throat gets dry, and if he cared, he’d be sad that this is the improvement. For all her power, it’s no wonder the Supreme Witch had to die eventually.

“Maybe I’ll ask where she went,” Scott laughs.

He won’t. He hasn’t. Nothing touches them out here. Cleo always comes back, swaggering or exhausted or sweet or fearful. Scott and the garden and death stand guard. It has been a long time since she let him fold her into his arms, but maybe Scott’s too hopeful for his own good. Someone, somewhere, keeping watch for her. He can do that while he waits.

—

“Okay. We can try again.”

Scott stumbles into Cleo’s study—library, really; it has long outgrown being a study, but Scott calls it such out of habit and Cleo can adapt—carrying a stack of books, a bundle of charred sticks, and a satchel round with shapes that Cleo is certain are familiar.

“What’d you find this time?” they ask.

“Golden apples. Enchanted ones.” There’s an exhausted gleam to his eye, and fiercer than that, pride. It is uncomfortably recognizable.

Cleo makes mistakes, okay? If their reputation is what it is in this world, it’s only because they’ve had the experience from a hundred prior failures. They don’t catch themself in time.

“Scott—” Cleo starts.

Instantly, Scott’s expression crumples. He recovers fast enough, lips pressing shut and eyes narrowing, but this other half, this ghost he’s carrying around, is like an open wound, and he has none of a time witch’s ability to let things scar over.

“We haven’t even tried,” Scott hisses. “Don’t look at me like that! How—”

It’s only the second time Cleo has seen this turn of events, so it still pierces them, quiet, as precise as if aimed. They shake their head. “It doesn’t work. I—We tried.”

“You’ve done this before? This exact thing?”

“Yes,” Cleo says, and nothing more.

Scars can still ache, and Cleo still feels it, like the remnants of a bad cut tearing from their sternum down to their guts. Despite the scar tissue, she had hoped too. She had forgotten she could hope like that. She had watched Scott retch in the garden afterwards and decided it wasn’t worth it.

“That’s—” Scott drops the supplies with a growl, and in perfect unison, he and Cleo flick their hands to catch everything before it hits the floor. “Did you—”

“Nothing yet,” Cleo interrupts, then winces. If Scott’s magic keeps him sallow and starving-eyed, keeps him a half-dead thing cannibalizing itself, hers layers over her like thin coats of paint. It’s the loneliest thing in the world to watch Scott reach for the book she’d been annotating and know exactly how the motion goes. She flinched, the first couple of times. Now, some wild, living part of her breathes, Catch it. Hold him. Please.

But it’s not Scott Cleo’s after, and it’s not Cleo that Scott’s after.

“Okay,” he says. “Okay. We’ll… We’ll try something else.”

“Of course we will.”

Scott smiles as if that’s a new joke, and—Oh, it is, isn’t it? Cleo likes his smile, but it’s the same as being offered a handful of berries when what she wants is a feast.

Cleo has painted over their own past a hundred, a thousand times now. They wonder, quietly, privately, if they’ll know how to give up their time witch powers when this is all done, and worse, they wonder what they’ll be when they can’t.

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“So,” Scott rasps. “We could test them out. Your new powers.”

They’ve had a total of one night’s sleep over the past four days, collapsed exhausted and shouting on Cleo’s couches as soon as the signal came through that she had won, that it had worked, that Scott’s death hadn’t needed to be permanent for a victor to be declared.

The jubilation seems to have vanished with the sunrise. They’ve woken up too early and are standing in the kitchen in a facsimile of domesticity.

“We could,” Cleo says. Closes their eyes. Spits without looking into one of the buckets on the floor—blood and rotted meat and inky-purple residue. “We… Yes.”

“Does anything… feel different?” Scott keeps his arms crossed; can’t lean on the counter because there’s buckets of offal and basins shimmery with amethyst dust and ugly smears all over. Neither of them have eaten. Neither of them are eating.

“I think I’ve been here before,” Cleo says, quiet, confessional in a way they haven’t been until now. “I had—I have nightmares.”

Scott thinks about making a joke. Looks again at the buckets of blood, and the fact that he stopped going back to his house after a while. Cleo caught him sleeping on their couch the first time and only said, “It’s fine. You can take my bed here if I can take yours at your place.”

“I know,” Scott says.

Cleo looks, briefly, surprised. It sparks some kind of surprise in Scott too. Maybe he shouldn’t be. There is no danger in being surprised once you’re untouchable.

“You too?” they ask.

Scott just nods.

They’re the same thing from two different angles—so they recognize each other, but can do no more than that. He’s thought about reaching over and wiping some of the rusty blood off their mouth. Can’t do it for the same reason he can’t go home yet.

Cleo’s hand comes up, hesitates, goes back to draw her wand and gesture with it. The buckets begin a slow, careful orbit around her. “Let’s clean up first? This place feels disgusting.”

“Whose fault is that?”

“Yours.” A wry grin and no hard feelings, just like that.

“The all-powerful Supreme Witch doesn’t have a spell for that?” Scott flutters his fingers. “What do you need me for?”

“It’s better when I’m with you,” Cleo says simply.

They don’t elaborate. Scott doesn’t ask.

—

It’s the same thing from two different directions. Of course they help each other out. Doing favours, owing favours.

Neither of them have named this thing, but each repaid debt has a little extra to it, a leash if you’re cynical, a promise if you’re too hopeful for your own good. They keep count, each separate, private ledger book a see-saw or a double pendulum, tracing out the shape of something others might think to call a type of love.

“That’s cheating,” Scott complains, when Cleo tells him how they’ve learned to loop time and get three times the amount of studying in.

“It’s winning,” Cleo corrects smugly.

Scott scoffs.

“Don’t be a sore loser,” they murmur, teasing-sweet.

“Can you cast it on me too?” he asks. The bags under his eyes have never been just for show.

A different Scott once asked the same question, and the same Cleo agreed until they could both spit curses with as much ease as most people breathed.

The memory of sitting in the same room, up late poring over spell tomes and stepping out onto the balcony to attempt new hexes, is carved into Cleo’s memory.

Similarly carved, though they don’t like reaching for it, is the memory of how the two of them made themselves too dangerous too soon, how the other witches whispered behind their hands about them, how the two of them barricaded Kairos and settled in for a seige.

“They’re just meat,” Cleo had snarled, pacing the room.

Scott’s fingers had twitched. Each word heavy and sure in his mouth, he’d agreed, “They’re just meat.”

That’s the kind of philosophy that causes trouble, that gets you hunted, questioned, locked away. That’s the kind of philosophy that has no room for love.

The same thing from another direction, then.

“Time witches only,” Cleo sing-songs instead, in the here and now.

“I’ll curse you.”

“You won’t.”

The look Scott shoots them is so, so familiar. They’ll get to know that look, and then they’ll forget it. It’s a little scary, how sure they are of this.

“Fine, but can you help me with this? I can’t get it to go the direction I want it to…”

Cleo gets the funniest feeling suddenly, like they’re a child playing with dolls again.

—

Scott gets back home and shuts the front door behind him and puts away his materials all nice and neat in the too-big upstairs and that’s when it hits him.

A time witch. A time witch who hesitated a moment too long before dipping their head in some loose imitation of a bow. A time witch who was still picking glow lichen off their dress, but a time witch nonetheless.

Scott shuts his eyes and is suddenly, viciously glad he agreed to work with them. Fine. So maybe he doesn’t have to win this contest to get what he needs from it. His magic is already rot and horror; what’s a couple more pieces of himself for the meat grinder?

They seemed willing enough to extend a hand toward him. He gets the strangest feeling he would like them even without the competition, without the promise that they’ll help one another. Maybe he hadn’t realized how much he missed having company.

Absurd. Something about the way she looked at him like they already knew each other.

“Better study up on some curses,” Scott murmurs.

—

And so Cleo wins. Of course they do.

#sparrowsong #wcsmp #hey you wanna see me eat drywall?????#this idea (series of ideas?) burrowed directly into my brain and would not come out until i had written the ENTIRE THING in my NOTES APP #i just. time. death. cleo. scott. grief and love and insufficient substitutes. hrghhhhhh i am shaking them around in a glass jar like bugs #might put a nicer version of this on ao3 but that's for later #for now you live with my sentences that are always slightly too long #we all heard it though right?? scott said he was trying to bring someone back and cleo said that's what they're trying to do too??#anyway. can't wait for them to reveal next week that the contest is like. some fun potion brewing puzzles and an obstacle course

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hesitationss · 8 months

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some of my friends are embracing the romance of hinge... i honestly would do more w "the apps" if i knew for certain people from high school wouldn't see me and be weird toward me (my city is still a city but it's SMALL) OR knowing the algorithms are racially motivated... my brother was on a dating app and it showed him TWO of his cousins

#quoting cleo - the love of my life is NOT on dating apps

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tatekane · 2 years

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Cleo and Bdubs just discussing tumblr in an HC meeting lol Timeline would be when Cleo had issues with tumblr.

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This! He has been around, he has seen it all...🤣 Playing it up is Bdubs whole persona.

#Bdubs #Cleo #and bird app plus tumblr #Bdubs has always been aware xD don't let him fool you #Most of what he says are sarcasm said jokingly lol

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chappellrroan · 1 year

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by the way, who won the match last night😏😏

babe i have been losing since yesterday that should have been my sign

#mi losing was nothing compared to when i saw cleos text as soon as i opened the app #like ouch #vivi <3

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zimulacrum · 2 years

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long ago, i put monster high characters into ai. here's the abominations!

#monster high #wombo app #frankie stein #clawdeen wolf #draculaura #cleo de nile #ghoulia yelps #deuce gorgon #lagoona blue

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giftcardgallery23 · 1 year

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CLEO’s world-renowned technical program is a showcase for leading research and applications in a number of fields, from optical imaging to advanced manufacturing, silicon photonics and the autonomous vehicles industry. Industry-leading speakers from around the world discussed new scientific ideas and research while the exhibiting companies displayed the latest innovations in photonics technology,” said Dirk Müller, Coherent Inc., USA, Program Chair.

“Scientific conferences are an excellent venue for the emergence of novel research and professional collaboration. To continue providing attendees with beneficial experiences, CLEO must also focus on promoting diversity to include all perspectives,” said Jie Qiao, Rochester Institute of Technology, USA, Program Chair. “Conferences, like CLEO, where the latest research and product innovations debut, are essential for those looking to move up in their careers and broaden their professional networks.”

#cleoapp #cleo #free money #freegiftcard #app

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catgirl-or-furry · 1 year

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One way to combat writers block: read something bad. Find the worst rated stories wherever you go (probably a place like wattpad or AO3 that let's anyone post their writing) and read it. If bad work can go out into the world so can yours, and you need to make it.

But also, a good format for constructive criticism is suggesting only the most necessary changes, and mentioning things you enjoyed about it at the same time. Just because you find something when specifically looking for bad writing, doesn't mean you should be mean to the author. Say something nice or constructive, or nothing. I swear to snom if anyone tries to use this advice to be mean to amateur authors I will hack your account and post advertisements for literally every story that's been made my someone I vaguely know, until you are nothing but support for small writers.

#maybe ill support small businesses too...#bridgettetails.com is a nice blog #listen to music by spook the dog #check out CloverfieldArtStudio on etsy #check out fairy_clawz on youtube and instagram for nail art #Cleo Gold is an up and coming drag artist #Nihingo is an app for learning japanese #Magiform: the graphic novel is coming out soon #check out the prettiest platypus on webtoon

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tia-222 · 5 months

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My void sucess story

HII TIA!!! I can barely contain my excitement as I type this but I got into the void and manifesting my dream life. You @gorgeouslypink and @charmedreincarnation are my absolutely favorite blogs, and I couldn’t have done it without y’all. I think charm and pink are on break so I’m gonna send this to you I hope that’s okay.

Quick backstory: I’ve been in this community since the OGs, angel, Cleo, maya etc. I’ve seen all the dumb drama, the liars, the successful people, the exposing, and etc. I’m just sharing this because people think having bad experiences can hinder you from getting your desires and I’m here to remind you nope that it can’t. Nothing can. I had a phase where I would ugly cry trying to make sure all the success stories are true….I became a cop and started looking for inconsistencies on pages and liars to help me feel better. Which it didnt, It drove me mad, and I lost faith.

Until… I read pink’s doubt post which was God sent. Her entire page is God sent tbh and I recommend it to everyone. After I felt better and realized outside of tumblr people have gotten into the void, I decided I’m gonna be the next success story. So I went on your lovely page because I don’t think there isn’t a method you haven’t talked about.

You’re so educated and conduct amazing research on everything, we truly don’t deserve you Tia. Thank you for all your hard work. Anyways I was feeling good! I had so many methods to choose from, I felt like a fat kid at a candy store. And I decided my logical brain needed a logical method so I went with lucid dreaming.

This is where charm comes in. I read her lucid dreaming guide and it is literally also God sent so thank you so much for that. She had a method I had never heard of called SSILD, and even made a post about that as well… like I felt like the universe was handing me everything on a silver platter. And I saw another post that her and pink talked about using a reclining chair. So I combined SSILD with that method to make an ultimate one. And on the second day of trying I entered a lucid dream, asked a dream character to take me to the void and then manifested my dream life.

What I manifested: my dream house, dream family, dream body and face, dream amount of money, money always coming to my family and I’s bank account out of nowhere (but it’s natural and normal ) socialite Status, 25k insta followers (my lucky number) famous loyal dream athletics boyfriend (I was so scared this wouldn’t work but it did!), master manifesting abilities, dream college acceptance, (future) good self concept, a great fashion taste, never gaining weight, clear glass skin, revising my abusive past, and so much more. My list was like a whole ass essay, I obviously can’t list everything but my life is perfect now.

This was last week and I immediately booked a trip to LA with my family to look at the USC campus because that’s where I want to go and where I will go next fall, (I’m a senior). I was also looking at apartments around my school and I found my dream one so I’m manifesting no one leases it 🤭

Quick note: a lot of my desires were weird or I wanted them to manifest a specific way, or they weren’t realistic to happen immediately so I was afraid it wouldn’t work out the way I envisioned. Not only did everything work out the way I envisioned but it worked out even better and exactly how I would want them to apply to life but in a realistic way. So if that’s something you worry about don’t worry, you are God, and it will work out perfectly.

Anyways, I just wanted to share this because I failed for a while and everyone on this app was so supportive. Tumblr is genuinely like a little magical family so now everyone will see my succeed… though this on anon mode bc people have been attacking success stories lately. And honestly it doesn’t matter bc I just want to live my new spoiled life but I want to express my gratitude because my life was in shambles and you three helped me so much. So thank you again and I hope everyone who read this. No, I know everyone who reads this will get what they deserve.

HII LOVE!! WOW CONGRATULATIONS (⑅˶ᵔ ▿ ᵔ˶) ~♡

I'm very excited for you!!! And yes, void Tumblr has definitely changed rn and I feel there's many blogs on here that's good and no more liars. I'm so glad you gained faith back in the community and now you're living your dream life, love.

Aww pink and charm have the best posts on the void too <3.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Gorgeouslypink doubts post

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Charms lucid dreaming guide, SSILD method

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Gorgeouslypink recliner method

I LOVE YOUR MANIFESTATIONS AND EVERYTHING SOUNDS SO FUN OMGG!! LLYSM <33