#Juno Collection

[echo-goes-mmm]

Juno in "Abandoned"

My Writing Masterpost

Juno Collection Masterpost

Warnings: slavery, implied past noncon, ableism 

Master was growing tired of him. He could tell.

Master didn’t hit him as much. Didn’t call him to sleep at the foot of his bed. Didn’t show him off to his friends on Saturday nights. Didn’t make him do tricks like before.

He couldn’t understand it.

Juno did everything right. He was good. He was obedient. He didn’t resist when Master strung him up and beat him until he couldn’t scream any more. He spread his legs on command and let it happen. He begged properly for scraps like a good boy.

By all measures, he was good.

So why didn’t Master love him anymore?

Juno threw himself into being extra good. He made Master’s favorite meals everyday. Baked him sweets upon sweets, made sure his chores were done earlier and earlier. He tried his best to be perfect.

But none of it, not a thing, got his Master’s attention. 

What was he doing wrong?

___________________

“Juno-” Master snapped his fingers- “Come.”

Juno came, as quick and light-footed as he could. Master had finally called for him! It must be good.

In Master’s hand was the leash, and Juno was confused, but obeyed when it was clipped to his collar.

He quietly followed Master outside and onto the streets. It was a cool morning, and his socks didn’t quite help his feet stay warm from the cold cobblestone.

His confused excitement vanished when they rounded the corner and he saw where they were going.

No, please! He wanted to beg. I’ve been good!

But Master had beaten words out of him a long time ago. He couldn’t make them anymore.

Master undid his collar, and he felt the loss so keenly he nearly felt like crying.

Master exchanged money with the slaver, a pitiful amount, and Master was no longer his Master.

They took his clothes away and bathed him in cold water and soap. His hair was brushed out and dried. He was given loose pants and a shirt, but they weren’t his from home.

He didn’t have a home. He was ownerless.

It wasn’t until they started clipping his nails and filing them round that he started to cry.

They chained him down, at the end of the display, and all there was nothing to do but wait.

And wait.

And wait.

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The other slaves sold faster than him.

All of them did.

Multiple rounds of all new faces passed him by, all going to homes with a master, and he was left behind.

“Stupid,” they called him. “Can’t even talk.”

I’m not stupid, he wanted to say. I can do lots of things!

But his hair grew longer and longer, and his price was lower and lower.

Juno wrapped his arms around himself, shivering. It wasn’t even cold out, but he felt cold.

He was unwanted.

He watched the dogs following their owners on walks; poodles and labradors and shepherds.

Juno was jealous.

He was made to serve and be useful, and so were dogs, but dogs got to be pets.

Juno wasn’t even worth being a slave.

He wept, and waited.

And waited.

And waited.

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[ratstranaut]

MY FAVOURITE EVER BET HE TRIES TO EAT FLOWERS TO FEEL PRETTY MY LOVE <33

This is for the flower language prompt from the @penumbra-creator-collective I got really distracted looking up meanings of flowers I didn't even bother drawing lol

the flower meanings I ACTUALLY used are under the cut

The flowers in the background:

Rue - regret

Asphodel - eternal regret

Petunia - anger

Basil & Lavender - betrayal

Datura & Wormwood - spurned lover :(

Marigold - grief

The flowers on his outfit:

Rose - love <33

Oak leaves - bravery

Clematis - intelligence and ingenuity

Hawthorn - Hope and overcoming hardship

[abessive-art]

The Penumbra Podcast

[bibliosims]

juno bartlett

[geisterzeit-art]

Who else up losing their minds about this “reunion”

[notreyev]

reminder that i do, in fact, pursue art as a passion and hobby! in more relevant news, am a scruffy juno steel truther

[libraryfag]

so.. is junoverse over forever?

[twasforresearch]

in which peter is as always, The Drama Queen Ever

[bonysshelf]

𐙚⋆°｡⋆♡ juno haul

I accidentally ordered dupes and now things don't fit in her binder sleeve ;w; need a new method to display and store everything

[of-swords-and-princes]

Hopelessly, Hopefully

So thrilled to have gotten a chance to collab with @scarlettrust on the "For Future Consideration" prompt for the @penumbra-creator-collective.

Happy episode release day! Please enjoy our concept for the jupeter reunion (in fic and comic form!)

Read the fic here!

[liquidstar]

a friend who'd wait :)

[echo-goes-mmm]

Juno in "Pet Shelter"

My Writing Masterpost

Juno Collection Masterpost

Warnings: lightly BBU adjacent 

“And that’s about it,” finished Jack, leading the new volunteer back to the front desk. “Any questions?”

Daniel shrugged. “It seems simple enough. Feed the pets, give out meds, play time is two hours a day,” he rattled off.

Jack smiled. “Just about, yeah. Although some pets have dietary restrictions, so be careful with that. It’s all in their charts.”

“Right. Oh, do employees get to adopt from the shelter? Just curious.”

“Yup! There’s a waiting period of six months, though. In fact, I'll have officially adopted a kitty tomorrow. I’m really excited.” Jack beamed, proud.

“Kitty?”

“Oh,” waved off Jack, “it’s a term we use to describe personalities. ‘Kitties’ are shyer, quiet, more independent. ‘Pups’ are more energetic, playful, outgoing. You know the type.”

“Makes sense,” said Daniel. “I guess I’m more of a dog person, but, like, real dogs.”

“Fair,” nodded Jack. “Most people don’t want human pets, hence their rarity. I think there’s only one store in the county, and we’re the only shelter. Hey, since we have a couple hours, you want to meet my kitty?”

Jack pulled out a set of keys from the front desk drawer. “I’m thinking of calling him Juno. He’s really great, and I already love him.”

“Sure, why not?”

The two men turned back down the hall, passed the ‘employee only’ doors. 

“So how come Juno didn’t get adopted yet? I hear pets get adopted really quickly here.”

“Well… he’s got some medical stuff a lot of people don’t want to deal with.”

“Like what?”

Jack swung the keys around his finger.

“For one thing, he’s trans.”

Daniel shot him a look. 

“I know, I know,” Jack said, “but the reality is, that turns a lot of people off, in a manner of speaking. I don’t think it should matter, but it does. And although lots of pets like having sex, Juno has a severe aversion to anyone or anything near his vulva that isn’t himself and his menstrual cup.”

They reached another door at the end of the hall, and Jack flipped through the keys trying to find the right one.

“Usually that isn’t an issue; most people don’t care. Unfortunately, Juno also has an expensive diet. It’s either buy the pricey pet food, or cook for him. I don’t mind the cooking- I like cooking- but the combination of everything makes him pretty unlucky in the adoption department.”

Jack fit a key into the lock of a second door, which opened into a smaller hall with fewer stalls. 

An acidic smell hit them as soon as the door opened.

“Shit,” muttered Jack.

“That can’t be good,” agreed Daniel.

Jack jogged through the hall, and came to stop at a stall. A whine sounded from the poor pet inside.

“Hey, buddy,” cooed Jack, crouching down.

Daniel peered over his shoulder.

A pet was curled up in a far corner, stale vomit in a puddle on the opposite side. 

The pet had dark brown hair, and his eyes were screwed shut. He looked feverish, and he was trembling. His breathing was quick and shallow, and he had top surgery scars on his chest.

Daniel glanced at the sign on the wall.

Juno, it read. Owner: Pending.

“Did somebody give you the wrong food, honey?” Jack asked quietly as he unlocked the stall.

Juno whined again.

“Okay buddy, don’t worry.” Jack pulled out his phone and snapped a picture of the stall, pet and vomit and all. “I’ll take good care of you, I promise.”

Jack approached the shivering pet. “Take a look in his food bowl, would you?” he called over his shoulder.

Daniel looked inside. “It’s halfway empty.”

“Fuck,” muttered Jack. The pet whimpered. “Not you, sweetheart. You’re doing so good; making sure you didn’t get messy. There’s a good boy. You didn’t eat it all cause you figured it out, yeah? Such a smart kitty.” Jack pet the boy’s hair, and Juno leaned into his hand.

“Can you sit up for me?”

Jack helped the pet lean against the wall, his face tacky with tear tracks. “I know your tummy hurts, sweetheart, but just stay right there, okay?”

Jack pulled away and turned to Daniel. “Dump out the food in the trash,” he ordered. “Get a new bowl from storage, and fill it with the gluten-free bag. Make sure it’s a new bowl, or he’ll get sick again.”

“What about the water? Won’t that be contaminated?”

“Go ahead and take that to the sink. I’ll take care of getting him some liquid,” Jack said. “I need to brush his teeth anyway.”

They left the stall. “Not going to lock it?”

“He’s not going anywhere,” Jack said with a grim face. “He can’t move much when he has a reaction.”

Jack pulled out his phone, dialing a number as he went to the med cabinet.

He opened the cabinet, looking for the stock paste he kept on hand and the shelter-supplied disposable toothbrushes as the phone rang.

“Hello?”

“Hey boss, it’s Jack. One of the pets got fed an allergen again. Sent you some photos.”

“Dammit. Which one?”

Jack found the brushes. They were on the wrong shelf.

“Guess.”

His boss sighed. “And you’re sure it’s Ethan doing it?”

Jack switched his phone to the other shoulder as he filled a bottle with hot water.

“He hates me,” he complained, scooping a tablespoon of the stock paste into the bottle. “And he really wanted Juno. He was on food duty earlier. He’s trying to sabotage the adoption. You know, make him sick so he has to do a round of isolation.”

His boss sighed. “I’ll check the tapes.”

“Thanks. See you tomorrow.”

Jack shook the bottle until it was a dark brown and the paste had dissolved.

“Hey, Juno,” he said quietly, pulling open the door. “I’m back.”

Juno looked up at him with teary blue eyes. Poor thing.

“I got you a toothbrush, and that soup you like.” Jack set the bottle off the side, kneeling in front of him.

Juno opened his mouth, still weak and miserable, and Jack scrubbed the stomach acid off his teeth.

“You get to come home with me tomorrow,” he said, cupping the back of Juno’s head for support. “Won’t that be nice?”

Juno made an ‘mhm’ as soon as Jack was finished. 

Jack picked up the bottle. “Do you think you can hold it for me?”

Juno didn’t look very sure.

“Alright, that’s fine.” Jack unscrewed the cap, and held the soup to Juno’s mouth.

Juno took a couple of sips, and turned his head away. His stomach probably couldn’t handle much more.

“That’s okay. You're doing great.” He brushed Juno’s sweaty bangs away from his forehead. He wanted to give him a bath, get all that sweat off, but Juno probably wouldn’t appreciate that right now. “You wanna go to sleep?” 

The pet nodded, clearly exhausted. He must have been vomiting for hours.

Jack helped him lay down on his cot as Daniel came back.

“What's that?” he nodded towards the bottle.

“Stock,” Jack explained. “The salt and fluid is good for nausea and he needs the calories.”

Jack stroked Juno’s hair.

“He’ll be okay, right?”

“Yeah. He just needs to rest.”

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Jack stirred the fried rice in the pan. It smelled great, and it was a new recipe. His aunt had recommended it, and she had Celiac disease just like Juno. 

Honestly, it wasn’t that hard to switch everything over to be gluten free. And it was worth it to keep his pet healthy.

Juno pressed himself against Jack’s back, his arms wrapping around Jack’s waist. He laid his head on Jack’s shoulder.

“Hey, bud. Ready to eat?”

“Mhm.”

Jack spooned two portions into bowls, and sat on the couch to eat.

Juno ate from his bowl with gusto, and Jack smiled as he watched. His kitty had put on a lot more weight, and the doctor was really pleased with his progress. 

Juno finished before he did, and got up onto the couch, shoving his head onto Jack’s lap.

Jack absent-mindedly carded a hand through his hair. It was so soft and wavy now that he had proper conditioner. 

He focused on the nape of Juno’s neck, just where he liked it, and Juno nuzzled into his thigh.

If Juno could purr like real cats, Jack knew he would.

He looked so much better: well-rested, well-fed, and with a handsome leather collar.

Adopting him was the best decision Jack had ever made.

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[waters-and-the-wilde]

gay af to be a private eye. wdym you're trying to 'get your man'

[asexualsoup]

We just finished an event on the Penumbra Creator Collective Discord where we did collaborative fan art or fanfics from two different perspectives. 

This is what I made! @of-swords-and-princes​ did the reverse perspective for mine on Discord (with Nureyev wearing a rather scandalous vest) but if anyone here on Tumblr has any other ideas for what Nureyev could be wearing, I’d love to see them! Lol the funkier the better 

[the-poppy-outie-effect]

Mettaton and Cecil Kanagawa should kiss. On the lips. Happy pride.

[pippalovestunabrick]

New fic alert!

Summary:

At sixteen, Ben talked Juno into helping him learn a dance for a talent show, hoping to impress a crush. Seven years later, those dance moves come in handy for Juno at the Vixen Valley, where he has been trying to run away from everything he's lost.

Notes:

I love that this PCC prompt allowed me to write about two of my favorite eras of Juno that I haven't gotten to explore much in fic, teenage scoundrel Juno and mid-twenties self-destructive at the Vixen Valley Juno. Those two stages of Juno's life are the two narrators of this story so brace yourself for some canon-compliant self-loathing from our lady.

Please mind the content warnings and enjoy some WHUMP