THE MOONDREAMER.

[themoondreamerr]

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋!

Literate DnD/Fantasy OC. Multifandom and multiship friendly.

Portrayed by Dove.

PLEASE WELCOME TO THE STAGE! || ANNOUNCEMENT RULES! ||

𝐄𝐍𝐉𝐎𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐖!

[themoondreamerr]

The night sky erupted into beautiful stars that overwhelmed the canvas of navy and plum, the brilliant moon just the cherry on top.

Nights like these when the weather was clear enough that no clouds interrupted the view were Eve’s favorite. The performers would gather around a cozy campfire and sing songs of their far and wide journeys — or just get absolutely shit faced wasted, which added to the merriment around them. Life was pleasant on the road when the traveling circus had the least responsibilities of the working classes, as they ventured forth for not just coin — but freedom, family, and happiness.

“Say, whaddaya think you would be doin’ if not performin’ here? You ever thought about what your alternate self would work as if we weren’t carnies?”

The sheep hummed down at the tiefling, one leg crossed over the other as she worked on crafting a doll.

“Not sayin’ you should up and leave us, ‘cause I reckon that would be a poor choice both emotionally and financially. You’re the talk of the show and I’m kinda jealous that our fans are constantly bickerin’ for the oh so great Ice Spinner.”

She gives a playful roll of the eyes and a dismissive wave of her hand — though there was definitely a lick of genuine jealousy.

@siempreminta

[themoondreamerr]

Mimicking the action, Eve places her opposite hand on her opposite hip and playfully shifts her weight to the opposing side,

“All sorts of thangs! Magic is everywhere and I do my best to hone it for entertainment! Whatever my lovely starlight and moonlights prefer — their smiles are my fuel!”

The sheep dramatically twirls her hand, whisks of small, golden stars bouncing upon her digits.

“When my carnival was still up and runnin’, I was mainly the storyteller ‘cause I was a pretty big loudmouth. Oh, my audience could hear me from across the trail, I tell ya! I’m also pretty decent at exaggeration and audience engagement and — well, this ain’t an interview.”

She then closes her hand as if slamming shut a book, the stars poofing out of existence.

“What about YOU, honeybun? You say you run a carnival!

Can you do magic? Are you a sword swallower — NO, wait. Wait. Juggling? Mm, you look like you’re a clown too, so maybeeee…gags and tricks for the kiddies? Can you show me?!”

[carnival0fdreams]

"Oh wow! A story teller for a carnival sounds amazing!" If his eyes were showing, they'd be sparkling at her display of magic.

Quinn hummed and thumbed his chin for a moment, as if mulling something over in his head.

"Oh! I can do ALL kinds of things! I'm more than meets the eye~," he grinned as his finger tips splayed across his lips.

His hand motions and sparkly glitter followed his hand movements.

"I can do many things, but my main get up is~!" He suddenly turned and started to skip along in a straight line. Suddenly he started clapping his hands in a rhythm. Large light up letters started to fall from the very sky. Falling down behind him as he left a trail of stars and glitter. M-A-G-I-C fell and he halted at the end. Sticking a hand out to lean on the top of the line of the C that was the last to fall.

"Magic! But it's quite authentic! I am the god of creation, and for a side hobby I run the Carnival of Dreams~! Making people smile is what I love to do~!"

Quinn galloped away from the letter and snapped his fingers, the letters suddenly blossoming into all sorts of flowers that enveloped the letters. A colorful variety from roses to tulips to daisies. It was really the only life he could create were plants. Plants didn't have souls.

[themoondreamerr]

Eve’s eyes instantly light up in childish wonder as Quinn showcases his magic, sparkles practically glimmering in pumpkin irises. She then applauds, the bells on her person jingling rapidly like Noel’s chorus,

“Oh…my…FATES, YOU ARE AMAZING!! HOW DID YOU DO THAT?! THAT’S SO COOL!!

Are you actually the God of Creation, am I literally in the presence of an avatar right now — DO YOU HAVE YOUR OWN FOLLOWING? A CULT?! Would your cult be called The Dreamers then — WAIT, THAT SOUNDS SO WHIMSICAL, I WANNA BE A DREAMER!”

She then sharply gasps, pressing her palms to her agape mouth before prancing in place, barely able to contain her excitement.

“MY PERFORMER NAME IS THE MOONDREAMER!! THIS ALL MAKES SENSE NOW, HOW COULD I BE SO DAFT!”

Eve rushes to take his hands, still bouncing giddily on jangling hooves,

“THE FATES BROUGHT ME TO YOU AND YOUR CARNIVAL! I promise I’ll be SUCH a good follower, you won’t have to worry about a thang. I swear it!”

[themoondreamerr]

“Yeaaaah, buuuuut…think about the PIZAZZ of performances!”

Shitty lil’ jazz hands,

“Ya colors are already pretty to look at, but if you REALLY wanna grab the folks’ attention, sprinkle just a teensy amount of glitter on the main limbs!

Wait. What do you do again at the circus—“

@opus-figaro

[opus-figaro]

“I do not perform. I typically take care of housekeeping tasks. I also ensure that there are no guests that wander into the restricted area of the circus.”

[themoondreamerr]

She deflates a tad at that, but continues to prod nonetheless,

“Well that’s boring.

Don’t you ever get bored of…iunno, being a maid? Janitor? Choremaster, whatever ya wanna deem yourself as?

I can teach you a few tricks if you want to pass the time!”

[themoondreamerr]

The large, horned, crimson haired man approached the carnival... Completely clad in heavy black armor, with a large hammer hanging from his back, it didn't seem like heat was doing its best for him..

He sighed, then looked around a little awkwardly, spotting what seemed to be...a fey woman? Clad in heavy clothing of her own, she looked the most social and open person around.

He walked over to her a little carefully, his tail swaying behind him, making sure his presence was easily perceived.

"Excuse me, my lady...I am sorry to bother you, but could you help me with finding tickets for the circus...?"

“COME ONE AND ALL TO THE AMAZING, MOST OSTENTATIOUSLY WEIRD, ELEGAN — Oh! Hello, hello!”

Eve paused in her boisterous announcements, spinning around to face the newcomer with a wave of jingling bells. Her expression then fell into awe, taking a moment to drink in the other’s appearance.

“Me oh my, you must be a tank! And daring enough to venture out in such heavy armor, why, how are you not DYING by now? I attempted to perform in all of my clothes and lemme tell ya, it was a NIGHTMARE. Forget the ticket admission, you come right with me!”

With no sense of personal boundaries, the sheep takes his hand and begins to haul him toward her caravan instead,

“Let’s get you into something cooler — and of course, hydration!”

[themoondreamerr]

“Yeaaaah, buuuuut…think about the PIZAZZ of performances!”

Shitty lil’ jazz hands,

“Ya colors are already pretty to look at, but if you REALLY wanna grab the folks’ attention, sprinkle just a teensy amount of glitter on the main limbs!

Wait. What do you do again at the circus—“

@opus-figaro

[themoondreamerr]

It was a long, grievously hot day at the carnival.

Many performers had resorted to fanning themselves vigorously in an attempt to cool off, others filling up basins of water just to take turns drenching themselves in the refreshing relief. Surely there were acts to be practiced for the next show — but in this unforgiving condition? Folks were lucky not to fall face first into a gnarly case of heat stroke.

Those relaxing and staying cozy were the smart ones.

Eve was — unfortunately — not that keen on work smarter, not harder.

A stubborn perfectionist the little sheep was, ignoring the countless reminders — and soon borderline threats — Gustav issued to her about at least stripping down into lesser clothing articles should she keep at practice, but Eve insisted that she continue to wear her heavy wardrobe just in case they ran across any curious folk on the road interested in the carnival’s talents. Sweat trailed down porcelain features, mixing with the colorful array of designs she painted on to create tear streaks of mismatched palettes. It was hell — but she persevered. For whatever stupid excuse of an unnecessary challenge she came up with in her scatterbrained mind to justify why this torture was essential, she kept at it.

For now.

“ Oh — OH! MOLLY DOLLY! “

The cleric hollered out as the tiefling passed by, balancing on a tightrope whilst juggling three small daggers,

“ THINK FAST, CHUCKLENUTS! “

One dagger shot down at him with a flick of her hand, and then she quickly went back to concentrating on the two remaining daggers.

@reverouge

[carnival0fdreams]

@themoondreamerr

"You're a performer? No way! I am too~! Well, sorta! I run a carnival. Right now I don't have it set up though. Sorta need a big lot for it and I'm just chilling out, as the kids say these days!" Quinn placed a hand on his hip and shifted his weight to the side.

"What kinda stuff do you perform?"

[themoondreamerr]

Mimicking the action, Eve places her opposite hand on her opposite hip and playfully shifts her weight to the opposing side,

“All sorts of thangs! Magic is everywhere and I do my best to hone it for entertainment! Whatever my lovely starlight and moonlights prefer — their smiles are my fuel!”

The sheep dramatically twirls her hand, whisks of small, golden stars bouncing upon her digits.

“When my carnival was still up and runnin’, I was mainly the storyteller ‘cause I was a pretty big loudmouth. Oh, my audience could hear me from across the trail, I tell ya! I’m also pretty decent at exaggeration and audience engagement and — well, this ain’t an interview.”

She then closes her hand as if slamming shut a book, the stars poofing out of existence.

“What about YOU, honeybun? You say you run a carnival!

Can you do magic? Are you a sword swallower — NO, wait. Wait. Juggling? Mm, you look like you’re a clown too, so maybeeee…gags and tricks for the kiddies? Can you show me?!”

[themoondreamerr]

Well. Now that all that is set up.

stares into the vast abyss,,,I forgot how to put myself out there WHEEZES,

[themoondreamerr]

The baby girl’s voice reel 🥺

[themoondreamerr]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐑.

𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄: Evelyn Raine Lorelei.

𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐄: Satyr, designed to look like a black sheep.

𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐒: The Moondreamer.

𝐎𝐂𝐂𝐔𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍:

- Formerly, was the storyteller and multi-performer at The Fletching and Moondrop Traveling Carnival of Curiosities.

- Currently, a wandering performer in search of reviving the carnival with better security after the tragedy.

𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐎𝐖𝐍: Shadycreek Run.

𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐒: Wherever the wind takes her! This is where the multifandom friendly bit comes in good faith — magic is all around and can transport her wherever she pleases. Regardless what timeline or universe, Eve will always be a traveling jester in search of creating or joining another carnival to call her own.

𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐒: Twilight Cleric.

𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘: All information will be found here! As it is a decent chunk of lore and I don’t wanna crowd the post!!

𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄:

𝐕𝐎𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌: Her voice is provided by yours truly! ♡

[themoondreamerr]

𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒.

☾ Hello hello! I go by Carnival or Dove! It’s been a hot minute since I’ve been on Tumblr.

✩ I am a mobile only user! Tumblr is difficult for me on a PC! Please be patient with me! I wish I could do all the fancy aesthetics, but alas — I am not that tech savvy.

☾ I am nearly 27 years old and I have well over 7 years of experience. Took a long hiatus, now I’m back to clown around.

✩ I’m not picky. I’ll welcome anyone, OCs or canon or just to chit chat. Anyone is welcome to interact with Eve and I, non-mutuals included. Please no minors however!

☾ I am currently in 4 campaigns and I LARP! Eve has her own getup and I love to perform as her, both voice acting and in person!

✩ I ask for the basic etiquette. Be kind, be weird, be happy. I love making new friends and talking. If you have any questions at all, absolutely feel free to shoot me a message.