#Juno Collection
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echo-goes-mmm · 25 days ago
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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?
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“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.
taglist: @paintedpigeon1 @phoenixpromptsandstuff
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ratstranaut · 6 months ago
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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
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abessive-art · 5 months ago
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The Penumbra Podcast
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bibliosims · 6 months ago
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juno bartlett
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geisterzeit-art · 1 year ago
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Who else up losing their minds about this “reunion”
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vaaaaaiolet · 7 days ago
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vivi my dear why do you always have every single alpha wolf pictures on hand
juno my darling what could you possibly mean 😇
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notreyev · 1 year ago
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reminder that i do, in fact, pursue art as a passion and hobby! in more relevant news, am a scruffy juno steel truther
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libraryfag · 5 months ago
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so.. is junoverse over forever?
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twasforresearch · 2 years ago
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in which peter is as always, The Drama Queen Ever
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bonysshelf · 1 month ago
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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
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of-swords-and-princes · 1 year ago
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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!
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echo-goes-mmm · 7 months ago
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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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liquidstar · 8 months ago
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a friend who'd wait :)
#im posting this very late because i was sort of weary of how it came out and ended up messing w it until it was like 4am oops.#and i have plans tmrw so... oh well! i did my best and ill put it out while i can!#and i tried to make the scene match barnard's colors lol#finn's ocs#finn's art#i know i said id do more sillay stuff with the simpler screentone only style but i had a couple more of these in me#and this is the first piece im making thats like an actual part of the story too rather than just setting stuff for fun#i wanna write something to go with it too but for now ill just sort of briefly explain the context in the tags here:#barnard has a pretty bad case of OCD and his compulsions have made it difficult to make friends in the past#he was never outright bullied or anything but people just didnt really have the patience to deal with it#he has compulsions that include stuff like walking through doors until it feels right and needing things to be perfectly aligned#which in group settings has lead to people having to wait for him to finish his rituals and join them#they might find it tolerable at first but eventually they grow impatient and hes just... not invited to stuff anymore#but juno is a newer member of the guild who ends up frequenting the same library. hes also kinda a little weird#and they dont become fast friends or anything but just sort of naturally spend time in the same place#though they never plan meetups they eventually fall into a routine. around the same time theyd just both be at the library#and read next to each other. and maybe talk a bit. and eventually they end up walking back to the guildhall together#since theyre going to the same place after all. and juno always waits for barnard outside the door#eventually barnard asks if this bothers him. juno kinda just tells him 'of course it does' without any malice or anything. just a statement#barnard is surprised and apologizes and juno says not to. but the next day juno doesnt show up at the usual time.#barnard assumes hes committed somekinda more by bringing it up. he ends up staying there late reading to get his mind off it & not ruminate#but when he leaves juno is in fact still waiting for him down the hall (see pic) having collected a bunch of books literally abt ocd#he fell asleep bc barnard stayed later than expected. and hes an eepy guy generally. and also one very bad at expressing himself#but now barnard gets that juno's 'of course it [bothers me]' had the implication of 'but its worth it' which no friend has previously done.#and from the interaction juno was also able to understand that this isn't something barnard just does for the hell of it so. he studies.#and checks a bunch of stuff out because he thinks it could help his friend too (theres ocd workbooks and such- i remember working w them)#and thats the point where they became more ''friends'' than ''pleasant library acquaintances''#from there on they also do get into juno's problems. whole other bag of worms. but this specific scene is more about bernard from his pov#sorry about when i said briefly explain. i lied </3#but compared to the whole sequence im picturing its brief so shhh
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waters-and-the-wilde · 10 months ago
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gay af to be a private eye. wdym you're trying to 'get your man'
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asexualsoup · 1 year ago
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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 
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the-poppy-outie-effect · 1 year ago
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Mettaton and Cecil Kanagawa should kiss. On the lips. Happy pride.
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