#oc juno

[sheerricetorrent]

Oc peak au!!! They are not surviving the climb

[dinnerbeetle]

Brush week 2025, hosted by @/fourleafisland

[geekgirl-un1t]

Only page in existence

[bitchautism]

4. and 17. Idk any of ur ocs but I'm interested to learn

YAY thank you for asking ... I will decide on the character let me look at the questions. I think the questions work best for Juno.?

17: what artistic medium would she be best at?

It's kind of all over the place with her interests, but fashion is something Juno feels at its core. She's always struggled with representing itself and feeling seen in a crowd. I think it's long-term on and off again relationship with Hartz shows that clearly. Either way, fashion is something that Juno needs to feel like it is real and it is beautiful and it is alive. She loves designing for other people, too, and showing them what she thinks of them through outfits. Early on in life, Juno would have found its interest in fashion from her childhood band and dressing up with Hartz. I think that's how Hartz realised her gender very early on and found her own love for modelling.

4: what kind of music do you associate them with? would they like that music themselves?

I associate Juno with glitter and pink, so when it comes to music, it's not really stuff I tend to listen to often. Juno doesn't particularly allow itself to ge upset or down mood wise, so I think upbeat eclectic kind of music works best?? Bbyafrickas High AF, a lot of Walking Intrusive Thoughts music and like. Chappell Roans Super Graphic Ultra Modern Girl (maybe more Hartz on this one) reminds me of it, especially. I think Juno would absolutely listen to this music lol

[carpfromhell]

Graveyard Grim

Necromancer and the Hound Sunday

[ragingdumpsterfire]

Delsin Rowe x Juno Moore | infamous Second Son OC

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“Hold still, Del.” The words were mumbled, warm breath spilling onto fervent skin. Juno’s brows were creased, their hands making the slightest gestures over Delsin’s bare bicep as bright teal lines appeared on his skin. His threadbare Sin & Tonic shirt was pulled up over his arm, nestled against the portion of his neck where his hair usually brushed against. He had it up in a messy sort of bun, something that Juno had taught him for the days when Seattle warmed up to an uncomfortable temperature. It gave Juno all the space they needed to work. And work they did. It was a stunning contrast of color and linework, Delsin mused, watching the way strands of hair fell over the paint conduit’s face, concentration in the form of laser focused eyes and the pink tip of a tongue sticking out between soft lips. He gazed softly like this for minutes at a time, knowing that with this level of focus, he was safe from a sudden tease at his expense were they to suddenly catch his gaze. This was why he liked them so much, they were passionate about life and creative beyond anyone he’d ever met before, but also unafraid to give him hell with the evilest (and, honestly, hottest) of grins.

A satisfied “hah” breaks Delsin from his focus, and he looks down to the area on his arm that was, as of thirty minutes ago, a blank space. Intricate lines of teal and black flowed over his skin, across his collarbone, playing along like liquid smoke. He wasn’t completely convinced that it wasn’t moving, flowing like water. “Holy shit, Juno, it’s incredible!” His eyes roam, and his hand moves towards the design. Then, looking back up to Juno, raising his brows to ask “can I?”, and upon receiving a confirming, pleased nod, runs his fingertips along the design, taking it in. It lacked any of the pain from a normal tattoo. “I wanted to convey that fluid sense of motion that follows in your trail when you zoom away,” Juno explains, absently trailing their fingers along Delsin’s shoulder, following the pigmented path. “And of course, I wanted it to play well with your eagle tattoo.” This is said with a satisfied grin, their pale blue eyes twinkling with pride.

They’re too busy checking over their work to notice the way Delsin’s skin prickles under their touch, the way his breathing sharpens. Or maybe something small within them knows, filling their body with a warmth akin to a bonfire on a moonlit night, shared blankets over bodies pining to make contact. For more. So much more. Juno glances up at Delsin, their breath catching at the intensity in his eyes, his hot, shallow breath hitting their skin.

“Oh.”

Mind blank. Words fail.

Only his dark, hungering eyes, the way he’s leaning into their space, ever so slightly, their fingers still on his hot, burning skin.

“Juno.”

He says it, straining, daring them to resist the very thing their body is pleading with them to do. He knows it, can read it on their face, how much they need it, need him.

Anyone that were to stumble upon the two would realize immediately the thoughts going through the conduit pair’s minds, and would, just as quickly, leaving the two with their private moment. But for now, neither of them make a move, the distance holding, then growing. Bashful, reddening expressions as they avoid the other’s eyes. The what ifs hold them back, the hesitation of the unknown. Maybe someday. Just not today.

[celestial-spade]

Damn @cont3ntwarning with dat weed brownie fuuuuuuuk

Holy shit this was supposed to be practice for something else I plan on working on but this took three hours to make

[wrenkenstein]

Updated Juno's ref for the new year, which included a face overhaul, some flaire and touch-ups, and her updated oxygen pack! Now she may be released into the wild to go do SCIENCE!!!

If you want to learn more about her, read here!