#msperfectsheep-posts

[akolnoix]

eliza i've been thinking about your ulamaya art recently. thank you for your hard work you've contributed so much o7

ehehe thank you!! i threw something together

[hodinodi]

If you could, a miss Tamaki Uchida? Love you as always Didi!!

ANNA 🫶🫶🫶🫶!!! of course! i couldnt resist drawing both her smt:if... self and p2 self..tamaki luv 5ever

[cryptocism]

thad himself in b3?

aw yeah babey

[mamawasatesttube]

Number 22 for the ficlet warm up? Perhaps with some Young Justice?

22. "You'll feel better in the morning."

"What're you doing out of bed?"

Dammit. Busted. That's the problem with having a Kryptonian playing nursemaid—the guy can hear everything. Ugh.

Cassie puts on her best innocent look and turns from the door, blinking at Kon beguilingly. "I was just going to the bathroom, jeez." And if she's floating about an eighth of an inch off the floor to disguise how dizzy she is, nobody has to know. "Can't a girl go pee?"

Unfortunately, Kon doesn't buy it. He raises an eyebrow, folds his arms over his chest, and drawls, "Riiiiiight. And you needed your sneakers and lasso to go pee because...?"

Aw, rats, she was hoping he wouldn't look at her feet! "Um... emotional support?"

Kon snorts. "Uh-huh." He takes her elbow, and ugh, dammit, Cassie melts despite herself. Her skin is clammy and cold, and his hand is warm, and... man, he doesn't even need that jacket on his shoulders, does he?

She caves, letting Kon float her into the air, pull off her shoes, lay her lasso on the side table, and tuck her back into the nest of (warm, inviting) blankets on her bed. He pauses, pulling the blankets down to check the bandages on her side, and Cassie hisses at the invasion of cold air. "Hey!"

Kon lightly flicks her forehead. "You were just planning to sneak out the bathroom skylight. Don't 'hey' me about moving your blankets."

Seemingly satisfied that she hasn't torn any stitches, he tucks her back in, then settles on the edge of the bed and... oh, mm, that's nice. Okay. He's forgiven for catching her and bundling her back into bed. His fingers scrunch through her sweaty hair, stroking it back from her forehead and away from her neck.

"Seriously, rest up. Donna's got it handled. And Bart's on standby just in case she needs backup." He keeps stroking her hair. "We didn't pull you outta there just so you could run back in and get whammoed a second time, Cass."

Discomfort sits between her ribs, a dull ache that's somehow worse than the burning agony of the wound on her side. Cassie sighs. "...Just wanted to help."

Kon sighs, leans down, and kisses her forehead. Cassie opens her eyes in surprise, then gives him a tentative little smile, the best she can manage for the moment. She's so glad she still has him, even though it's not—it never really was romantic. They were just confused kids, clinging to each other in a storm.

"You did help. And now it's our turn to help you." Kon smiles back at her. He shifts on the mattress, swinging one leg up; the blinds close against the night sky, and the familiar feeling of his TTK squeezes her hand under the blankets. "Rob's making soup."

...What? Cassie wrinkles her nose. "I'm not sick," she says, bewildered. "It's just poison. Poisoned magic sword thing. The evil chick is literally named Doctor Poison."

Amusement flashes across Kon's face. "Yeah, well, you know that, I know that, and Rob knows that, but he's worried about you, and he doesn't know what else to do with himself. So. You're gonna get some chicken noodle soup pretty soon." Kon winks at her in the dimness. "My theory is that he has two modes for fussing over people. He either fixes the problem by building you a weird device, or by making soup. He doesn't know there's any other options out there."

Affection stirs in Cassie's chest even as she laughs, and then groans, because laughing kind of hurts right now. Her whole body is sore and feverish and painful, but it doesn't bother her too much, not when she's got her silly guys around.

Kon strokes his fingers through her hair again, and she sighs, closing her eyes. That does feel nice.

"Rest up, Cass. Let us keep watch for a bit." His thumb brushes her cheek. "You'll feel better in the morning."

Rest does sound tempting. A lot more tempting than jumping back into the chase and battle, if it's even still ongoing. It's probably over at this point. Or about to be. Donna's really good at what she does, and Cassie went down right at sunset. It's been a bit.

"Okay," she relents, and yawns. Her body aches, and even after cleaning and bandaging, the wound on her side burns. "Wake me up when it's soup time?"

"Of course," Kon promises, and Cassie lets herself drift.

[crab-milk]

i am absolutely ENAMOURED by your expression work and anatomy for your princess tutu art. holy shit. this is so so SO good and you're right. the full implications of a grown ass former knight and his duck are great and should be explored more

thank you!

i'd imagine fakir helps her become human eventually, since i think she has expressed wanting to stay human, but it's very sweet that he's more than willing to stick by her side as a duck and i actually adore the open-ended nature of the ending :")

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i've been studying all day but i'm about to unwind with some more comics in my to-read list tonight :) do you have any comics that you want to read in the near future

yay comics! i have not been in a fantastic place to start new comics lately so i've been slowly cruising through my 80s-90s queer comics reading (pun as intended as you want it to be), but when i'm ready to get back into it i'm eyeing el eternauta. how about you?

[squidpro-quo]

Okay I know The Three Muses was short but ALSO I am dying to know if you have any thoughts about it, the cool world it's set in, etc

It’s so short I can’t believe you remember it! I like worlds where veneration can change you viscerally, like taking that line from Momo about the fans’ expectations weighing heavily on idols and taking it to the extreme. In that world, that’s the question of what happened to Zero, how did he escape that fate of being deified and losing his humanity, but did he actually escape? Or was it because it wasn’t his real name that was being whispered so much? But then that raises the question of what about TRG, how real are any of their names not a thought that has consumed me before nuh-uh? But maybe it’s what they wanted, to sing and dance together on a whole other level and inspire that consuming fire in others forever?

From a different angle, I made them Muses, but then that leaves a bunch of other muses free for the other groups (technically there’s only room for Zool and Re:vale left, if we take nine as the standard) and then i7 can be a pantheon of full gods. Gods of what? Less standard stuff is my first thought, but would be fun to pick those out!

Sorry about the rambling, but I hope some of it was understandable! Mainly I loved the vibes of the art, and I wanted a universe where TRG are a little freaky deaky and all those altars fans have suddenly had another purpose.

[narsh-poptarts]

Fool and 8H for 03 Alphonse Elric?

tfw you're led on another goose chase trying to find your brother

Man I need to rewatch 03, it's been a while, what a WILD storyline, can't believe they put this boy in the same clothes as his brother

(still accepting from this expression/palette meme!)