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Here's Perfectsheep as Olice:
This took me a while, but I'm happy with the result!

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HAPPY PRIDE MONTH EVERYONE YEYEYEYYEYEYEEYY
Here's Perfectsheep as Olice:
This took me a while, but I'm happy with the result!
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Ride the Cyclone: A New Musical - Maxwell & Richmond Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jane Doe | Penny Lamb/Ocean O'Connell Rosenberg Characters: Ocean O'Connell Rosenberg, Jane Doe | Penny Lamb (mentioned) Additional Tags: constance and noel are briefly mentioned, Ocean O'Connell Rosenberg-centric, sorta?, No Dialogue, No Beta we die like the St. Cassian Chamber Choir, baby's first fic, ocean's mind runs fast i guess, Feelings Realization, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, they're ALL dead and in the warehouse for eternity(?), Jane Doe still does not know who she is, ocean's trying to be better Summary:
In which Ocean has thoughts, and a realization.
yes i am advertising my first fic here thanj you vdrymuch. i hope. people likeit. :)
Happy birthday Ricky!!!
Woah it’s the dead teens and also some other slightly less related guys.
happy pri.de month its lesbian day for the lesbians and alsoMe which. iswhy. i tried a thing.
annual pride month drawing featuring my current fandom. ummm.m no text↓↓↓
anti yuri forcefield
"quick april draw perfectdolls in a different position or we all die on the Cyclone!!" it's just a riiidee,! 🎶🎶😁,,😁
i cannot, for the life of me, draw shit so here . throws art up onto the pavement runs away and trips into oncoming traffic
reference. ↓
penny with straight hair is NOT ❌ real that girl would have wavy ass hair after taking out them fuckass braids.and also chubbt penny🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤...
‘Cause my insides are red, and yours are too.
Ocean rushes, pushing herself into the very end of brink adrenaline. She can feel the pain stinging through her throbbing body. She hates it. She is scared. Why? Why? Why must it be her who got the bad end of a stick?!
And the red on my face is matching you.
She stumbles as she hides inside an abandoned shed. She wasn't sure whether she was still being chased away. She wasn't sure whether she is going to live at all in the middle of nowhere. She's so stupid for letting her guard down and trusted that one person she used to be wary of!
She can see red everywhere. On her clothes, hands, and worst enough when some of them aren't even hers. God, why do you enjoy making my life a living hell?
And goodness, you're bleeding, what a wonderful feeling.
Her right arm. Badly injured with its bone sticking out of her elbow. She can feel a lump of disgust in her throat and stomach from the sight of it, her ankle is bruised an angry purple color from her constant straining and forcing her legs to outrun the predator.
You're down and you're pleading, my head is just reeling.
Thud
Thud
Thud
Ocean's heart nearly jumped as it immediatedly drop in a second. Her breath hitches as she tries to muffle herself from making too much noises. She remain still as the sound getting nearer and louder as if moving closer to the shed. She felt dizzy from the cold temperature and amount of blood loss she lost. Black spots start to swarming her vision as she try to stay focus and concious. At least to stay and make out alive.
The footsteps stop as it soon dissipate in the background, fading away. Ocean finally exhale in relief, assuming she is finally safe. But her moment of peace didn't last long.
BRAAKKK—!
The shed is being tear down with an axe cutting down the worn out wood material. Ocean let out a startled yelp as she frozs like a deer in the headlights. A leg finally kicked down the door as the familiar green eyes meet her with glint of obsession and hunger.
“There you are. I finally found you, Ocean. No more running and hiding, there's no where for you to flee.”
Penny. That damn creep girl who moved from another town to their little Uranium. The girl who tormented her into the brink of endless agony. The one who caused Ocean in such bloodier state.
Ocean looks up in fear as she tries to be brave and intimidating with her glare. Penny ignores it obviously. She knew how weak Ocean is physically, to stood against her? Not a chance.
“You..psycopath! Stay away for me, you monster.—!”
Ocean plea out of fear getting slaughtered by the tall girl in front of her. Penny, in the other hand amused as if all these chasing an entertaining joke to laugh at.
She reaches out to touch Ocean's face, caressing it. The hand was cold as if freezing in comparison to the warm cheek. Tracing the soft faint freckles visible. She smiles terrifyingly calm and sweetly.
“Don't worry, Oce. I'll make sure no one able to land a hand on you ever again. After all, you're my marked mate and prey.”
Ocean immediatedly translated it as Penny claiming no one should touch her own meal. Ocean felt utter disgust at the thought being treated like a fragile prey which to her grimaces are true.
“No need to bark at me, Oce! I promise you, I won't hurt you if you listen to me.”
Penny clumsily fixing the messy strands that are sticking out from Ocean's usual well combed auburn hair. Ocean flinches slightly as if the affection is stinging her, the bleeding is getting worse as black spots start to appearing in her vision. She is loosing consiousness from the amount of blood loss, Penny didn't seem to worry as she much more delighten to see the ginger gradually surrender to slumber.
The red means I love you..
Tasting your blood means I love you.
The red means I love you..
The red means I love you.
The next thing Ocean remember is Penny hugging her while crying pleading and screaming at her cold limp body.
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THIS IS MY FIRST MAKING SOMETHING WITH AN OPEN/AMBIGOUS ENDING LMAO (Is up to you guys imagination)
penny dear,,, ^^
i um tried drawinmore perfectdolls after this. itdidnt work and ummm i uh imsleeoy. i like penny loads..
you think jane doe's eyes are reflective like a doll's eyes so she stares at green things often to look like she has the greenest eyes? i do. i think that. a lot actually
someone got ahold of the lipstick,,
For the Yuri drought, Ch.3 — Incandescent
bro who even is this
Would you like some Jellicle drinks?
One of my favourite topics that I learned in my physics classes is the Ignoble Nobel Prize investigation that confirmed that cats can count as a liquid (or non-Newtonian fluids but still) . So here's some of the jellicles as cocktail drinks :3
It was a little complicated to adapt some of their names to a cocktail, with Alonzo I had to use his name in the Finland production but it was fun to make (-w-)
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SOMEONE WRITE A WLW WITH RAKX..AND MY LIFE AND SOUL IS YOURS🙏 👅👅👅