Apr 12
Jax and Pomni in some altered kickline outfits I drew on my flight
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Jax and Pomni in some altered kickline outfits I drew on my flight
Have some freaks
today wuz fun
My friend wrote that and i took da picture ^-^
Issues
Juniper Ryder x OC (sfw)
super self-indulgent, because I have zero chill
pre Andromeda
“They can all just kiss my ass.”
Juniper slammed her fist against the wall. Blue energy surging through her veins and skin broke on her knuckles.
“Juniper, calm down.” Elon put his hands on her shoulders, trying to give her comfort, but she shoved him away.
“No. I’m done with this shit.” She smeared blood over her Andromeda shirt and groaned as she saw the mess. Juniper needed to slap some medigel on it. Perhaps later. Right now, her fingers shook and she ran through Elon’s quarters.
“I’m done with living father’s life. I didn’t want to be a part of this any more. I’m sick and tired of the training and the fucking rules.” And the punishments, if you didn’t follow them strictly. Sure, only the best of the best were invited to even join the Initiative, but it meant giving away a part of your personality, denying yourself thing you enjoyed and cherished. Juniper missed crawling through some Prothean ruins and searching for a clue, a special information about the long dead race.
She’d felt like some kind of caged beast for quite some time, now.
Elon held his arms crossed in front of his chest, quietly watching her stroll up and down. “I’m going to brew some tea and then we’ll sit down and talk this through.”
Juniper clenched her fists. As, if tea would help matters at hand.
“He separated Scott and me. Send us to the different ends of the galaxy and now we’re going on some kind of suicide mission to further fulfill his ego.” At least it allowed them to be together.
“I’ll ask Scott, if he wants to just run away. You can come, too.” The Galaxy was big enough. They had to find a home somewhere really far away from their father and his ego.
“I don’t think that he’ll warm up to that idea. Especially the later part.” Juniper vividly remembered Scott punching her lover on different occasions and even keeping them sedated wouldn’t offer a solution to their general dislike of each other. Juniper slumped down on the couch. “Doesn’t matter anyhow. He’s far too dutiful.” “As are you.” Elon handed her a steaming mug of tea. It smelled like the real deal and like a part of her childhood. Even though, it had to be some dried, artificial herbs and fruits.
“Yeah, try being raised like us.”
That was a low blow. Elon stemmed from a spacer family. Growing up as lonely and isolated, as Scott and her. Always on the move and trying to fit in, but he didn’t say anything, just sat down at her side and putting an arm around her shoulder.
“We really should take a look at your hand. You’re getting blood all over my precious furniture.” Juniper’s fingers looked small compared to his scared hands.
She raised a brow. “It’s like plastic.”
Elon smiled and kissed her wrist.
And for a moment, everything seemed alright.
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//reeeeally scatterbrained right now. Gonna try to sort through stuff, then hopefully write a bit, BUT WE'LL SEE