STAGE CALL!

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𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍!

☾ Literate fantasy-based fool OC.

✧ Multiship and multifandom friendly.

✩ RULES. || EXANDRIAN VERSE [DEFAULT]. || CRK VERSE.

𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋!

c: brokaru

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Everything was supposed to go right. Emphasis on right.

The flowers were delayed. Eve had to argue with the delivery man. And even when they did arrive, they were the wrong color and wilted — typical. Typical on a day that was supposed to be special — a day Eve knew she couldn’t royally fuck up, because the Mistress of Deceit was picky and expected a grand show of gifts and entertainment.

So she’d give her a show all right.

SLAM.

The door to Sylphrena’s dorm practically CRACKS against the pillar walls as Eve strides in — looking like a hot mess. The black suit the sheep wore was wrinkled, the celestial dressing gown just as ruffled up from her running around — not to mention her hair curlier and more frizzy than normally. Some eyeliner and eyeshadow was smudged. Hooves scuffed with polish. Eve was most certainly a hot mess.

“SYLPHRENA!”

Yelling out her name, Eve stomps up the staircase before YANKING the other’s hand out, pressing a velvet box in it. Clicking it open revealed a gorgeous celestial necklace.

“You…won’t BELIEVE THE SHIT I had to go through to get this all prepared. The stupid fuckin’ delivery service FUCKED me, I barely had time to iron this outfit nor do my makeup and — and this? All of my allowance. All gone. But it’s fine, it’s worth it, you’ll look perfect in it like you look perfect in ANYTHANG and — “

Eve runs a hand through her hair,

“Get ready, we’re goin’ on a date. I’m askin’ you out, right here and now. Put on your best dress or suit, I don’t care, go out with me. I’m in love with you, Sylphrena — please don’t say no.”

@prestideception

[prestideception]

The slammed door is enough to startle Sylphrena immediately, causing her to drop the half-finished plushie onto her desk. Not that she can finish it anyway, given the extremely frazzled sheep bustling into her room and grabbing her by the hand. The Master of Deceit moves like a limp puppet, staring with wide, confused eyes as she's handed a box. She cracks it open, revealing...

A necklace? Ooooh, shiny~!

She stares down at it, dimly nodding as Eve rambles about delivery services and missing allowance and how she looks perfect in everything (yes, she does look perfect in everything, why thank you very much~). If you listen closely, you can hear her last brain cell rattling about like a marble.

Which is why, when the punchline drops, Shadow Milk Cookie can only respond with a dazed, mildly perplexed "A-whahuh?"

She blinks. Blinks again. Her expression doesn't crack.

"...Yoooouuuuu're not jokin', are ya Evie."

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“…I…go — go out…? With me?”

Well. Now she’s starting to become self conscious.

“Ahem — okay, okay! You know what? We don’t have to go out SOMEWHERE, what better place to go spend quality time together than the good ol’ SPIRE!”

Flopping onto Sylphrena’s bed, the sheep nervously pats the soft cushions, practically sweating.

“Pfffft, it was a LIE! Duh! Silly goose, love is such a STUPID emotion! I just wanted to see your reaction when I said I was in love with you! AhahahahHAHAHAHA!”

It was also painstakingly obvious that Eve was truthfully lying about that part through her teeth. The pain was masked by a poor attempt at ‘jesting’.

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“There’s somethin’ clogged in it! Here, see?”

Click.

The second she raises her sleeve up to his investigation, something inside triggers — and instead of a hand popping out, a torrent of sticky glue and glitter rushes into his face instead.

“Oh! Oh, thank you so so so so SO MUCH, Doctor Sapphire ~ ! I’m cured ~ !”

Cue the bleat-cackling.

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AND SHE MADE A SWING AND A MISS!

He must’ve seen it coming, as he ducked and swerved out of the way, riding on his microphone with a devilish grin on his face.

“Did you really think that would get me? I’m a bit insulted. I’m if anything once bitten, twice shy.” without warning a paint balloon manifested and dropped on top of her, splattering with neon yellow paint everywhere.

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“Wait—!”

She wasn’t nearly as fast as he was — not in that freakishly poofy costume.

And oh, how the paint rained gloriously all over the attire she had just recently washed, letting out a shrill shriek of dismay. Her galaxy eyes pop open through the thick coat, narrowing cartoonishly — and then the sheep launches herself onto his broom-like microphone, trying to throw them both to the floor.

Cue the angry bleats now.

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“G-Golly…!”

god I love drawing the lovestruck sheep. im doing a redraw of that one archie comic strip lol

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Eve is having the time of her life.

Never mind being coated head to hoof in sticky cotton candy substance, the sheep cackles so loudly that even the outside of the spire can hear her.

“Oh no! Oh no, whatEVA’ shall I do?!”

Arms wrap around Sylphrena, squishing her into the concoction of sweetness — and smearing it all over her as well, mixing wet cotton candy and soggy glitter.

“Stuck like glue, STUCK LIKE GLUE ~ !”

Eve sings, casting yet another spell — the cocktail hardens in place, trapping the duo together like glue.

“Whaddaya know? Guess we were really MEANT TO BE ONE!”

@prestideception

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“There’s somethin’ clogged in it! Here, see?”

Click.

The second she raises her sleeve up to his investigation, something inside triggers — and instead of a hand popping out, a torrent of sticky glue and glitter rushes into his face instead.

“Oh! Oh, thank you so so so so SO MUCH, Doctor Sapphire ~ ! I’m cured ~ !”

Cue the bleat-cackling.

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The second she was restrained and held in air, Eve started to twist and bleat in distress. Oh no. Oh no, this wasn’t the type of bondage she liked.

“SYLPHRENA —“

It wasn’t often Eve dropped the whole ‘Mistress Deceit’ schtick either, writhing her tiny, doughy(?) body around in a fruitless effort to get away from touchy hands. Judging by where the where the honk noise came from when she fell, it originated from the sheep cookie’s belly.

“DON’T YOU DARE! LET ME GO! I AM NOT A SQUEAKY TOY! I NEED TO GET BACK TO MY OWN HEIGHT!”

@prestideception

[prestideception]

"Apapapapapap--" She presses a hand underneath Eve's jaw, gently closing her mouth. "Why end our show sooooooooo soon, hmm? C'mon, there's pah-lenty of fun to be had here!"

For a moment, Shadow Milk Cookie goes quiet. She leans in closer, staring into those big cookie eyes of hers. Horizontal, sheep-like pupils? Check. That beautiful starry night sky embedded within her irises? Check. The mere sensation that perhaps the ex-divine contains depths that neither of them had yet to explore together? Cheeeeckity check check.

Then, her hand pokes Eve's tummy. The squeaky toy noise that it makes sends her into yet another fit of giggles.

"Ohhhhh, I could entertain myself for hours~!"

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Her eyes are that of night skies alright.

Shimmers of moon and star sprinkles slowly floated in an abyss of midnight blue mica powder— gazing into them for too long was the equivalence of getting lost in a potion bottle.

It would have been endearing if not for the panicked look in them — and her mistress immediately killing the moment by treating the cookie like a dog toy. Again.

“Sylphrena, seriously! You’re gonna make me sic — mmmfmfhmfhmfph?!”

The honk-squeaks continued with each press to her plush belly, Eve unable to fight back with both her mouth closed and arms suspended. Comically, the moons and stars begin to twirl in a dizzying circle to emphasize nausea, her big ears drooping.

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Master Shadow Milk is missing.

The Spire seems conspicuously vacant. Silent, even, save for the clip clop of tiny hooves and a high-pitched bleat echoing through the halls. A tiny blanket lump emerges from one of the rooms, dragging itself pathetically over to Eve and bunting against her leg insistently.

"Meeeeeeeh..." The blankets fall off, revealing the head of a tiny, undergrown, underfed cream sheep, fleece haphazardly shorn. It stares up at her with familiar, mismatched eyes and bunts her again.

“Oooh, bluebell…”

Eve knelt to cradle the poor thing, running a hand over the sheep’s malnourished form before pressing her lips to Sylphrena’s head — and just like that, with a touch of magic, a gust of stars and moons blended with a dreamy blue fog gave way to a slightly larger cream sheep.

Having shifted to match height, the celestial cream sheep bleated back, bunting and nuzzling under her chin lovingly. The bells on her collar jingled.

“Meeeh…”

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“Sheep. But close enough!”

Eve bats absentmindedly at one of the many golden trinkets on the other’s person,

“Goats and sheep are pretty similar I suppose. I once had a few people call me a tieflin’ too! Now THAT’S somethin’ I don’t quite understand — I don’t have a long tail! I have a short and fluffy one!

Anywho. Are you a pirate? ‘Cause this would be the first time I’ve ever met one that wasn’t just somebody playin’ a role in a play and that would be SO cool — as long as you don’t try to mug me and stash my dead body under the currents.”

@gold-and-gunpowder

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"Mon bouffon, ain't gonna steal or hurt a lil sheep like ya, am a pirate, and me marks are not on yer kind." She smiled, showing a row of normal and golden teeth.

One of the thief's hand gently grasped the other chin; She want to meet her gaze and confirm what the other was staring at. It was the goods or the "other" goods.

"Somethin' catchin' yer eye?" She hummed.

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“You got some funny words, pirate woman! All the ‘arrrgh’ and the ‘me matey’ lingo, I could probably make a clown persona outta tha — ?!”

Oh. Well that was that. The second the sheep’s chin was grasped, starry eyes dilated and locked right onto the thief’s with undivided attention.

“…Sorry, what was the question again? You’re really pretty, gosh —“

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Positivity Meme!

Revived meme: originally from yeetrpmemes (deactivated).

Send in a symbol to let the mun know how you feel about them!

😊 - It makes me happy to see you on my dashboard!

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🤩 - You’re one of the blogs I admire the most!

😁 - Our interactions bring me joy!

😆 - You always make me laugh!

❤️ - You’re my favourite blog!

🧡 - I stalk you from afar because I love your writing!

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PSA: Please never be afraid to send asks.

We've all been there. We open someone's ask box to send an anonymous message to a muse you want to see on the dashboard. You get ready to type... But nothing comes to mind. You, yourself, sort of want to get asks as well and start some dashboard commentary, but your mind is at a blank.

Asks are a great jumping point for writers who aren't feeling like writing a thread / ic post on it's own. Here's some suggestions for what types of asks you can send to muses when you can't think of much;

Ask the muse about a recent muse interaction. For instance, go 'Mario, how could you let Bowser talk to you like that?'

Pry at a muse about some internal narration they had. Go 'Mario, why are you doubting yourself?'

Ask an everyday question! Saunter in and go 'Mario, how's the weather today?'

The worst thing someone can do is not answer something since they can't think of a good reply, but the notion is always appreciated. If you ever wonder if it's okay to send an ask, you can always go 'hey mun, is it okay if I inform muse of x or y?' and go from there. Foster your niche community. Do unto others what you would want for yourself.

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@carouselofcuriosities &&. said... It’s rather unfortunate that her Master of Deceit is busy. But not unfortunate enough for her to stay away. Eve knows better than to touch — so the deceit sheep sits across the room, bleating in between words, the bleats becoming consecutively deeper, “Master…master…master…hey, Shadow? Shadow? Shaaaadoooooooow?” Pause. . “…Shadowshadowshadowshadowshadowshadow—“

his  minions  adore  him.  yes,  yes  —  it's  true!  if  shadow  milk  says  jump,  not  only  do  they  ask  how  high,  they  also  scuttle  and  scramble  to  jump  the  absolute  HIGHEST  of  the  bunch.  it's  oh  so  very  useful,  barring  the  instances  when  it  ISN'T.  unfortunately,  this  is  one  such  occasion.

❝  ...  ❞  whew.  someone's  making  a  ruckus  today,  isn't  she?  well,  he  supposes  eve  is  ALWAYS  making  a  ruckus  —  but  it's  considerably  less  amusing  when  it's  to  shadow  milk's  detriment.  the  beast  sits  at  his  desk,  back  to  his  minion.  (  he  doesn't  need  to  face  her  —  he  has  eyes  everywhere.  )  dozens  of  colorful  fabric  scraps  decorate  his  workspace.  spools  of  thread  in  countless  hues,  a  smattering  of  buttons  in  a  myriad  of  shapes  and  sizes.  he's  stitching  together  another  one  of  his  many,  many  plushies.  they're  a  common  sight  around  the  spire  —  and  anywhere  else  the  beast  happens  to  linger  for  a  prolonged  period  of  time,  for  that  matter.  (  almost  as  if  they  have  minds  of  their  own  —  a  fact  that  shadow  milk  has  never  confirmed  nor  denied  at  the  risk  of  spoiling  the  fun.  )

this  particular  plushie  just  so  happens  to  resemble  a  certain  minion.  as  a  result,  there's  an  awful  lot  of  details  the  beast  needs  to  embroider  by  hand  —  a  mild  annoyance,  but  worth  it  for  his  art.  though  it  would  be  considerably  easier  if  he  didn't  have  a  cacophonic  sheep  BLEATING  in  his  ear  the  entire  time.

the  teeniest  twinge  of  pain  shakes  shadow  milk  out  of  his  thoughts.  just  his  luck  —  he's  stabbed  himself.  the  beast  stares  at  his  hand,  blinking  emotionlessly  at  the  jam  beading  on  his  fingertip.  then,  clicks  his  tongue.  (  the  wound  will  heal  itself  in  a  matter  of  seconds,  but  its  mere  existence  still  annoys  him.  )  ❝  yeeesss?  ❞  shadow  milk's  head  slowly  swivels.  ❝  is  there  something  you  want  to  share  with  the  class?  ❞

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“Maaaaste — ooooh, whatcha workin’ on there? Can I see? It’s so pretty!”

Eve struggles to get up from her perch on the floor — ungracefully at that, wobbling to and fro with strained bleats as her giant getup gets in the way of her natural balance. But she succeeds, taking a breath of relief before clopping over to investigate and —

FWOMP.

Down she goes, face planting hard on the shiny floor. A loud HONK-SQUEAK resounds in the room followed by a barrage of jingles.

“Mmmmrfh…’m okay —“

Unceremoniously peeling herself off the floor, she starts again over to him, getting a better look at the doll.

“Wait! Waitwaitwaitwait, she looks familiar! Such elegant features…considerably gorgeous, attractive, beautiful, an ethereal goddess such as mysel —“

Better to not finish the ego-stroking monologue anyway. She leaned over a bit too much and once more, face plants — but into a pile of tacks this time.

“AGH — “

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“Sounds marvelous.”

Her tone drips with sarcasm — though she accepts the affection nonetheless, her eyes fluttering closed.

“It huuuurts…and I miss performiiiiin’…now you’re hoggin’ all the attention and I’m mad. You already were everyone’s favorite.”

A childish pout.

“Startin’ to think you knocked me up on purpose so you could be the only star.”

And moody, clearly.

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[siempreminta]

He smiled softly at her, both hands massaging her belly to ease the discomfort, "Come now love, I miss performin' with you. Plus once the baby is born, ya can perform with the wee one too. It'll be a family affair."

He planted more tender kisses on her belly, hoping to entice some movement from their child.

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Eve stuffs her face into the crook of his neck, making all sorts of distressed bleats and whimpers.

“Just…keep holdin’ me. I want to be held.”

She wasn’t used to the new sensations — and definitely not having to sit still for so long every day.

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"Smash. Next question."

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“When and where and how.”

Jingle jingle.

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⏾⋆ 𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐈𝐓. ⏾⋆

⏾⋆ 𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐒: The Moondreamer / Moondreamer Cookie.

⏾⋆ 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐒: DnD wise, The Great Fool Patron Warlock with Shadowmilk as her faith.

⏾⋆ 𝐎𝐂𝐂𝐔𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: Court jester of The Spire of Deceit. [ Likes to overseer the spire as well and act as an improvised bodyguard. Any excuse to use her new magic. ]

⏾⋆ 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄: Normal sized vs cookie sized!

⏾⋆ 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘: Once upon a time, the responsibilities the fates bestowed upon the formerly chosen prophet became too much for one clown to bear — and thus, was willing to do ANYTHING to get the voices and visions out of her spinning head.

A BLESSED serpent in disguise heard the poor jester’s cries upon one fateful day, granting her an offer that could CHANGE HER ENTIRE LIFE FOR THE BETTER — with one bite of the FORBIDDEN APPLE, all of those troublesome divinities will no longer hold a candle to the MIRACLE she would transform into. Sharing the woes in being DISCARDED BY GRACE, done wrong by those who once believed so highly of them, and the passion for theatrical tomfoolery, the serpent promised to give the clown exactly what she yearned for all this life.

A STAGE, A NEVER-ENDING PLAY, A WHIMSICAL PARADISE FREE FROM THE FATES’ PESTERING PROPHECY.

Thus, the former cleric eagerly bit into the apple — and just like that, the voices that once crowded her mind STOPPED ALL AT ONCE. A wide grin spreads across painted lips, filled with OVERWHELMING GLEE. Her divinity bled out of her alongside her clerical prowess — swiftly substituted with the CHAOTIC MAGIC OF TRICKERY AND DECEIT, transforming the jester into none other the serpent’s DECEITLING.

And Eve could never be HAPPIER.