#Nureyev has ADHD

[fishgeraldthealmostincel]

hits your favorite character with my disability beam

[lesbian-jack-barnabas]

if you have health issues/chronic illness/a disability nothing will make you feel better than saying your fave has it too. Arthur Lester has chronic migraines! Peter Nureyev has agoraphobia! Rat A81 has plantar fasciitis! Cecil Palmer has ADHD! Warren Godby has CIU! I’m!! Fucking!!! Winning!!!!

[notreyev]

Hey uh if u have any more banger Peter Nureyev headcanons, I'd love to hear them

ohoho mootie.. you wouldn’t believe it. i invest more time in this man than i do for myself. i think about him more than i do my own family. my therapist knows his name.

anyways. i’ll reblog this whenever i collect any more.

- light hazel eyes. you know how people with hazel eyes are like “my eyes change color”? yeah. also, in miasma’s tomb, juno keeps talking about nureyev’s “bright eyes.”

- he has adhd. i don’t make the rules. he has every problem i have ever. he canonically fidgets with locks

- he cuts his own hair impulsively. definitely shaved it once or twice. he gets really uncomfortable when things stay the same and his hair bothers him a lot

- he picks his cuticles and the only way he’s stopped himself from biting his nails off is acrylics

- he really prefers tea but he drinks coffee for certain aliases, and when he pulls all-nighters

- god awful handwriting. absolutely atrocious. he can only write in calligraphy for alias signatures. juno only understood The Note because juno’s handwriting isn’t any better

- if he could, he would totally collect things. little knick knacks. things he finds interesting. maybe like, wallets he steals from people that he keeps on a shelf.

- he has very long eyelashes but he wears falsies anyways

- FRECKLES!!! HE HAS FRECKLES AND BEAUTY MARKS!!! i don’t take criticism on this. as an artist it is my duty to give pretty boys pretty features

- he has greys on his temples. he hates them. juno loves them

- when he was young, his hair was very long. he has to cut it all off when it gets too long because he can’t stand to remember what he looked like when he killed mag or when he was with slip. it’s also naturally wavy (i have a lot of hair headcanons for him)

- his favorite color is magenta

- he has not worn a white suit since the day he killed mag

- card games are one of his worst triggers but he “will not let a little piece of paper upset him” (this one is stolen but i forgot who i stole it from. reblog if this was yours)

to be continued!

[slightoffoot]

Nureyev Headcannon Time!

An ongoing list.

Room looks like

Furthermore, I can't not think of Howl's freak out about his hair turning orange and then transforming into goo because he thinks he's not beautiful anymore. It's so Peter I'm- (peter and juno howl and sophie REAL)

Aquarius

Can't watch movies without subtitles

Practices how he speaks and carries himself very similarly to how Buddy does

I think Juno fixes his own clothes and Peter helps him thread his needles because Juno's depth perception sucks

Sharp teeth partly as a result of genetics and partly as a result of filing them as a teenager and regretting it as an adult (see: Caniniform on ao3 and that one tiktok I saw two years ago of that girl that filed her teeth and regretted it LOL)

No emojis. Only emoticons. >:3

LONG hair like down to the tops of his thighs

Sheds like a damn dog like his everything shower leaves the bathroom looking like a tornado came through

Sleeves. Iykyk.

Every alias has a very specific posture and way of holding himself, so when he's (very rarely) being himself, he shifts constantly because he doesn't know how he stands naturally.

He talks all proper and flowery because Mag drilled into him that he couldn't sound foreign and had to learn to speak Solar perfectly (along with various other languages), so that nobody would guess that he's from the Outer Rim.

He's so goth like cmon. He literally gave his name to Juno after knowing him for several hours and wanted to run away together. My fave tortured dramatic guy <3

I think he'd like creepasta, early 2000's internet horror, and whatever category Mystery Flesh Pit National Park falls into. Like he gets side tracked researching for a job and falls down various rabbit holes and wow it's 3 am and he's doodling Jeff the Killer on a hotel napkin

Continuing on the last one he 1000% believes in ghosts and legends n all that shit he is wayyyyy too scared to even try playing bloody mary. This man has killed people and he won't stand between two mirrors facing each other. God.

I know he has a tramp stamp and I know Juno is the only one who's seen it. Let me live.

the adhd should be a given. I mean. *gestures vaguely*

will add to this list as I think of more.

[waters-and-the-wilde]

okay so i get it with the whole ‘king of the trashed mind palace’ thing but the thing I find actually compelling about Nureyev is that (like with his other skills) he’s Actually Pretty Emotionally Mature or at least manages to comport himself accordingly, but thinking of himself in that way feeds into his overdeveloped sense of self-discipline, and his self-assurance in areas where he doesn’t realize he has blind spots (which makes the upside down map incident hella illustrative) in this essay i will

anyway the biggest thing I see with Nureyev is 'survival mechanisms that backfire or work out brilliantly depending on the situation’. In S1 it shows up more in his Manic Pixie tendencies like the sandwich and remote in his pockets, also his adhd coding that makes him incredibly competent but also involves all-nighters and reading plans upside down under pressure.

when those things are his strengths that’s a big part of why he complements Juno so nicely! Juno's intelligence is geared toward gathering clues and then assembling narratives, getting good insight checks and putting together a bigger picture that Nureyev has trained himself out of being able to see. they're both very good at reading people but Nureyev's strength is being quick on his feet and handling people and situations in the moment while Juno is good at mapping people’s inner landscapes and motivations

- like. S1 Nureyev behaves like he understands pretty well about boundaries and communication to navigate relationships - not perfectly, obviously, plus he also picks his moments to flagrantly trespass out of necessity or just for shits and giggles - YOU BOUGHT ME CLOTHES?? - but he’s aware and it felt pretty well highlighted in comparison to Juno On His Nonsense. he’s incredibly patient and still able to push back when it’s called for. the way he lives fundamentally does not allow him to build real long-term closeness but he has the principles and can deploy them in a sincere context.

- survival mechanisms that backfire is kind of how I read the whole Future Consideration thing, like how you get a certain amount of pileup when you put a pin in your feelings about situations in order to handle said situations and it can take a while to catch on to it (Buddy says it’s my turn to project onto fictional man)

- couple that with his whole ‘always running never looking back’ thing and it’s like. he’s literally always dealing with a situation. yeah that’s probably a lot of pileup. yeah it’s probably overshot into repression. but to me it looks more like, consciously he doesn’t have a problem with the idea of having feelings and those feelings being valid, he just never actually gets a chance to deal with them (and he wants to but he can’t because nowhere in the universe is safe fuck me right up)

- I mean the reason I love Man in Glass so much is that. He wants to be like 'I can be a grown-up and work with my ex and not hand over my heart on a platter this time' which is an understandable boundary under the circumstances! but trying to rationally overpower strong feelings like a.) still being in love with Juno and b.) deeply hurt by Juno’s self-destructive tendencies and inability to communicate is a tall order! so it turns into ‘I have to hold onto the hurt and the distance and the conviction that he’s the same as before, otherwise i’m hosed’

- boom Nureyev’s overcompensating for ‘uh oh juno keeps looking at me like that while looking like that’ by being petty and supercilious bc he's on the defensive this time in the way Juno always used to be. and he's right to be scared about it! on a Watsonian level Nureyev is being put into exactly the situation he Does Not Want that on a Doylist level he Absolutely Needs! he already fell for Juno at his worst, what kind of chance does he stand against a Juno who actually wants to be around him?

- like that’s the crux of FRP for me is that so much of the story hinges on the fact that Juno couldn’t leave yet, and also couldn’t communicate that. if everything was the same but Juno took the out when it was offered, Nureyev would have understood. but Juno’s inability to say ‘look I’m sorry I can’t do this’ is also a symptom of everything he still needed to work through the hard way. And it means Man in Glass Nureyev has no reason not to believe that Juno is still eight self-destructive impulses in a trenchcoat and that it’s a bad idea to walk back into caring for him again.

- also their working together only does half the trick and Nureyev still needs Buddy to completely obliterate the rest of his defenses so that he can sit still long enough to hear Juno out, and for Juno to show up both with the apology that forms the precedent for changed behavior

- anyway Man In Glass is a self-contained arc in its own right and a snapshot into that tipping point, it shows that Nureyev’s sense of discipline and ability to compartmentalize creates its own sort of mess without him realizing it, it makes him and all of us aware of the fact that there’s more going on under the surface. but it’s not indicative of how he is all the time, or rather I think S3 is an interesting mix of his ability to integrate that growth while also struggling with all the stuff that’s lurking under the surface and rearing up every now and again.

my theory is that he’s only going to be able to overcome whatever the hell is going on with his debts because of his time on the Carte Blanche equipping him in the background, having a year of enforced staying in one place to be messy and get to know people and talk about his feelings, in a way that wouldn’t have happened if he’d tried to keep Juno at a distance. And no he clearly couldn’t overhaul everything, but based on the journal bit he was getting real close to that before Dark Matters showed up

the bit where he cleaned out and ran checks out with what Jet said about his overconfidence in his skills -- Nureyev’s self-image is of someone who knows himself and is capable of dealing with things and making the right decisions, so he’s probably thinking he’s doing what he’s gotta but he still doesn’t have a Run Program ask_for_help.exe.

so yeah if i’ve got S4 thoughts: it’s def going to involve the fact that he’s going to get his ass kicked by all the things he's been running from that are catching up with him (the debts, the first love, probably the end of his anonymity). but I see them going for a 'huh I have to stop running from my problems and learn to rely on other people' kind of epiphany and using that to bring him and Juno closer again, esp. in direct contrast to Sasha as Juno’s narrative foil/someone who started out the same and went the opposite direction.

S2-3 you had Juno putting the work in to catch up to meet Nureyev halfway emotionally (and maybe also show that Nureyev isn’t quite as far ahead as he might have looked) and I fucking love the fact that coming onboard the Carte Blanche represents that image, like Juno taking the big leap off of Mars and Nureyev submitting to the mortifying ordeal of staying still for a bit and they’re both in the same place! and then the fact that they had to put work in together and get to know each other in a context of casual intimacy and not just shared trauma in a Martian tomb. and now Nureyev has to unpack some of the stuff that got buried a little too deep so when Juno finds him again they’re going to have to figure out who Nureyev is now and how they’re gonna keep growing together

thank you for coming to my TED talk

[smidgen-of-hotboy]

hello again! and hello to jet tattoo anon, it's lovely to be here in the chaos ma'am!

i'm not gonna lie, i'm having a great deal of fun watching this!! i'm starting to wonder if i should begin creeping into your friends' asks as well. it might take me a while to come up with some more headcanons to satisfy everyone, but i could probably do it lol

another headcanon about nureyev that is basically canon: he's got pretty bad adhd that he's never taken medication for since he never got diagnosed and if he hadn't had the awful kind of childhood that he had, he would be a theater kid. his favorite musical would probably be hamilton, he's just one of those guys unfortunately :/

have a lovely rest of your day darling!

secret fifth person back tattoo anon <3

So glad you're having fun Secret Fifth anon! Jove and I have been trying to narrow down who you and Jet Tattoo Anon are all morning. I have a running list of people you, Secret Fifth, cannot be- but now I am thoroughly thrown for a loop, "begin creeping into your friends' asks". Have you and I interacted before? Fuck fuck shit man- (is it obvious I'm embarrassed? God I'm so embarrassed)

(Mia and Jove are darlings, absolute sweethearts. All my mutuals are sweethearts I'm only buddies with nice people)

And Nureyev just has the neurodivergent theatre kid swag to him. Hamilton was at some point every theatre kids favorite musical. I still like it.

@urjover @one-joe-spoopy

[fictionkinfessions]

Oh boy things to do where I talk about my current kintype that's taking over my brain!! Peter Nureyev here to talk your ear off.

Noncanon family members?? Boy do I! In canon I am an only child who was orphaned at a young age. I was still orphaned at a young age, but in every single canon I have for this kin I had an identical twin sister. Her name was Steliana and she was amazing. In my canon timeline she died when we were young, but I have a couple timelines she lived to our teens or even adulthood. She is so, so important to me. (This isn't quite the question but I don't have any other blood family, so.)

Mundane thing that reminds me of the kintype is knives. I had a near-obsession with knives.

Fixations? I definitely could've been diagnosed with some form of autism or ADHD as well as OCD. I was very meticulous about maps and planning as well as my appearance. The more positive part of that fixation was my love for fashion, and if I had the chance I really flourished.

Most of what seems made up in my source is time frames. Many of the events took longer than is shown because they were more spread out. Otherwise, it's pretty true to what I remember. Except Juno's internal monologue, which was melodramatic as always.

Ambient sound that reminds me of this kin is spaceship ambience. I spent so many nights on various ships, and some even in the bowels of the ship itself. Hearing the noises brings me back to those times even now. Quiet mechanical churning.

Scents or smells? Well, my partner and I are on the hunt for a perfume or cologne that is the same as the one I wore. I stopped wearing it daily after a while of being in the same place (more or less), but it was still a good scent. Earthy, rich, with a bit of spice. I hope I can wear some of it again.

Something from canon to bring to now would probably be either one of my knives (I had quite a few with sentimental value…none more so than one in particular) or my jacket. That old thing was comfortable and I flooded the pockets with nonsense. I still do, sometimes! I find old wrappers, receipts, random items I left for myself. Convenient when I need a mask and my jacket already has one. Annoying when I can't find my nail clipper.

Ironically, I can't remember any landscapes from places that mattered a lot to me. Brahma was mostly city, and Hyperion City was never a home. I never let myself settle anywhere that could be considered a real home by most people. That said, the Carte Blanche in general is somewhere I miss dearly. The skyline of Hyperion City in one of my alt canons was also comforting in its way — knowing that somewhere out there, the lady I loved was protecting people. But nothing more specific because I didn't let myself have a home.

All my best, Peter Nureyev

(source is The Penumbra Podcast)

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Only Fools Rush In

by NerdInATrenchcoat

For the Penumbra Creator Collective prompt: Turn Over a [Tarot] Card. Peter Nureyev is the Fool at heart, all starry-eyed and dreaming of a brighter tomorrow, falling into love headfirst despite the big mean world and the many times he’s been hurt by it. Simply: Peter Nureyev is a fool for love, and he knows it all too well.

Words: 2868, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: The Penumbra Podcast

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M, Other

Characters: Peter Nureyev, Juno Steel, (briefly)

Relationships: Peter Nureyev/Juno Steel, (kinda) - Relationship

Additional Tags: Nureyev’s POV, takes place in season 3, right after Man in Glass, Canon Compliant, heavy monologuing, Angst, angstReyev hours, Mag mention, Unreality mention, Introspection, Nureyev is a hopeless romantic, Ficlet, character exploration, tumbling Nureyev around in the dryer on spin cycle to dry off this wet cat, mans has PTSD coming out of his ass, someone get this man some therapy, Nureyev also has ADHD I don’t make the rules, Nureyev gets ONE (1) ‘fuck’, your honor he’s in love

Read on AO3 at https://ift.tt/oz8WTqw

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Chapters: ½ Fandom: The Penumbra Podcast Rating: Teen and up Relationships: Peter Nureyev/Juno Steel Additional Tags: Poisoning, Poison, Heist gone wrong, Peter Nureyev has ADHD, Rita defiantly has ADHD, Nonbinary Juno Steel, Whump, Hurt/Comfort, TPP, Junoverse | Juno Steel Universe Summary:

After Nureyev get’s poisoned on a mission, he’s determined to see it to it’s completion. He and Juno make quite the team after all. Had many thoughts after reading @kaiserkorresponds​ 's fic ---> [The Celestial's Kiss https://archiveofourown.org/works/31409258 ]. Which apparently has been spinning round and round my head. I do love a good poisioning <3</p>

Chapter 1:

It should have been obvious from the moment the drink hit his lips.  The sour bitterness that the burn of poor quality alcohol failed to mask.  It should have been obvious.  But focused as he was on keeping a straight face; Nureyev found himself swallowing the vial fluid before he could begin to think better of it.  He paused, eyes flicking down to the odd shimmer he’d mistaken for ice melt.  

That- wasn’t ideal-

He filed deeper thoughts on the subject away in favor of assessing for further threats.  The facility crawled with them, from the myriad of security cameras to their flamboyantly garbed host.  They were watching a little too closely, a little too carefully.  A smile playing across their garish lips.

Nureyev sat back, glancing over at his goddess.  A vision in the scarlet A-cut dress.  There was a slit running up his thigh, revealing quite a bit of leg and a hint of a holster.  

Juno’s own drink, served neat, bore the same tell-tale signs of tampering.  The Detective swirled it about his glass, clearly about to throw it back in his usual no nonsense fashion.  

That would not due.

With all the coolness Nureyev could muster, he placed a gentle hand over Juno’s cup.  His Detective tensed, sending a soft, questioning gaze his way.  

“Not very hospitable, spiking a Lady’s drink.”

“What?” Juno pulled back, guard up.  

Nureyev’s fingers curled around the glass, taking a moment to weigh his options.  He had half a mind to fling it’s contents into the eyes of Jody, the large thuggish man directly across the table.  He might even have time to incapacitate Mx. Balsa and get Juno to cover him before reinforcements came.  They might even make it out in one piece-  

It was tempting, but ultimately would get them nowhere.

They were on a job, after all.  If there was any chance of salvaging the situation, that should be their first option.  One little computer virus, how hard could it be to plant?

He took the glasses and poured their contents on the floor, the ice shattered on impact.  

Mx. Balsa smiled.  “Very good Mr. Tillerson.  It seems you passed our test.”

“A test.  We came to have a civilized discussion, Mx. Balsa.” Nureyev said pointedly, he could still feel the burn of the alcohol in his throat “Not play childish games.”

Mx. Balsa shrugged their narrow shoulders “Childish or no, it’s effective.  We don’t let just anyone play with us.  I’m sure you understand.”

“Understand?” Juno bristled, “Understand my boot! You try to pull something like that-”

Juno came up short when Nureyev squeezed his thigh; nodding his head graciously, “Naturally.  Now are there any other- tests- we should be made aware of or are we free to get down to business.”  

Was he imagining it?  Or was his stomach already souring?  

File it away-

“Down to business!” Juno blurted, “They offered us a spiked cocktail and you want to get back to business?” he sat back, crossing arms over his chest “I say no way.  The only people that I know of who spike drinks are scoundrels and cheats.  How are we supposed to take them at their word?” At some point the moral outrage in his voice changed into a conversational tone.

Nureyev could have kissed him, if it weren’t for their cover- “My colleague has a point.  You’ve tested us, it seems only fair that we should test you.” he gave his best smile, “Perhaps a sample of your information for our technicians to verify.”

“I hardly believe that to be necessary-” said Mx. Balsa.  Nureyev knew that they were the sort of person that relied heavily on their reputation.  But deals weren’t made on reputation alone.  

“Oh?  But I do.  Unless you are unable to deliver what we discussed?” Nureyev stared into their pale eyes.  They didn’t flinch.  He waited a beat, then two and still nothing.  He stood with a heavy sigh “I believe our business here has concluded then.  Mr. Micah.” He offered a hand to Juno, who accepted it.  

“Sure Tillerson.”

The pair made to leave. Jody, Mx. Balsa’s companion moved to intercept.  Which was effective both for the fact he was so broad of shoulder as to eclipse the door behind him and so tall that even Nureyev felt as though he had to peer up into his face.  

Instinctively, Nureyev moved in front of Juno.  It was ridiculous, a man that large simply should not be allowed.  

“Like I said, there is no need to leave.” Mx. Balsa’s tone did not change, but there was a weight to it now, a tension.  

“And why should we stay?” Juno crossed his arms defiantly over his chest.

They surveyed him for a moment. “If it’s information you want, it’s information you will have.”  They slid a chip into their comms and made a fuss of downloading a sample.  It chirped upon completion and they offered it up with a flourish. “Please, a sample, if you will.”  

Nureyev’s eyes flicked from the chip to their host and back.  He smiled, accepting it in a cocky, gracious manor that was felt exclusively by his alias.

“Very well, I’ll have our team verify this information.  If you would excuse me.”  Jody made an intercept but this time Mx. Balsa intervened.  A small shake of their head, jewels shimmering in the light.  That was a relief.  With a nod to Juno, Nureyev slipped out the doors and made a beeline towards the restroom even as he sent the data to Rita.  

As much as he wanted to run, he didn’t.  He kept his gate easy and posture confident.  That changed as soon as he was in the privacy of the privy.  

Nureyev bolted to a stall, shoving two fingers down his throat.  He gagged and wretched till his eyes watered, jaw cramped and his skull pounded.  Bowing lower with each convulsion, clinging to the hope he’d retch up the vial cocktail.  

It wasn’t working.  

He reached deeper, spayed his fingers further, feeling the bite of his sharp teeth in his hand, nails scraping on the inside of his throat-  

Historically, he’d viewed being ill at will as a necessary evil of his trade.  A skill, as it were.  

One he’d never mastered.  

It had landed him in the hospital on an occasion or two.  

Try as he might, the only thing he succeeded in doing was ruining his makeup.  He gave up, of course he did, there wasn’t a point in driving himself into exhaustion.  Yet alone displaying that weakness for the world to see.  

There was nothing for it.  He would just have to bide his time until they returned to the Carte Blanche.  

In all probability, he had time.  Brahmese people were particularly resilient to a variety of toxins.  Not by some evolutionary fluke, but by design.  The planet had always been hostile to its human inhabitants.  In all its infinite wisdom, the government, rather than deal with the expensive venture of cleaning the pollutants from living zones, had instead chosen to subsidize gene editing.  That was before the war though.  

Mag had been so relieved to find Nureyev had inherited the genetic coding.  ‘First rule of thieving Pete’ he’d laughed ‘take any advantage you can get!’

Advantage- Nureyev snorted, more like a double edged sword.   While it afforded him some protection, it also marked him as distinctly Brahmese.

File it away-

The thought of the Carte Blanche again, of Vespa Ilkay.  She was the last person he wanted alerted to the genetic quirk.  

File that away too while you’re at it-

Nureyev turned his attention to the vanity.  He’d made quite the mess of himself.  Lipstick and eyeliner smeared, ropes of various… secretions clinging to his nose and mouth, eyes red and puffy.  He frowned at the fine dusting of red circling the tender flesh behind the spectacles.  Petechiae- apparently he’d burst a few blood vessels.  

Great, just great.  All the work he’d put into Tillerson’s visage for naught- file it away.  

All the same, he allowed himself a moment of discontent as he began the process of cooling the swelling, washing away the evidence and rework his appearance.  

The door swung open, and scarlet filled his periphery.  

“God Damnit , there you are- Tillerson-” bless him, they’d practiced using their aliases for a week before the job and Juno was still uncomfortable with them.  

“Mr. Micah.” Nureyev returned, blending the concealer under his eyes.  

“You were gone for a while-” Juno didn’t say it, but he didn’t have to.  Nureyev could tell when his Detective was worried.  He was fidgeting head to toe, poor thing.

“I decided to visit the powder room while waiting on our team to analyze the data.” he glanced at his comms “The information appeared to check out- And- oh my they seemed to have attempted to sneak in a trojan horse.  Rita assures it isn’t a problem but-”

Juno plainly wasn’t listening.  He was looking him over with that sharp eye, stepping into his space.  “You okay babe?” he breathed, reaching out to smooth a hair back into place and cupping his cheek “your eyes are red.”

Nureyev jumped in surprise.  Had Juno even bothered to check for surveillance devices or-  People slept with their co-workers all the time, he and Juno were no exception to that rule, but what if they were seen?  Found out?  Their cover blown!  What if-

But no- he trusted the Detective.  

He cleared his head gently kissing the lady’s palm.  He considered for a moment telling Juno about the poison, but what came out of his mouth instead was “Just some minor irritation, love.” He stepped away, Mr. Tillerson sliding back into place.  “I suppose we should return to our hosts.”

“Yeah-"he flashed an uncertain smile.  Just don’t go disappearing on me again.  Thought they were going to eat me alive or something-”

“We can not have that now, can we?” He returned the smile, trying to exude his usual confidence despite the weakness in his legs.  They would have to wrap this up quickly, if the dizziness was anything to go by.  Plant the virus and leave.

“You were gone for quite a while Mr. Tillerson.” greeted their host.

“Merely conversing with my associate.” he shrugged, “And you’re in luck, Mx. Balsa.  Your information appears to be- genuine.” Nureyev planted a firm hand on the table, as much for balance as it was to return the chip.  

“Of course it is, we went through great pains to ensure it to be so.”

“Indeed. I’m sure the origin story would be most interesting but we have a matter to settle.  The price.”

They had discussed this before.  Mx. Balsa wouldn’t deal with those who didn’t have something interesting to offer.  It had taken Buddy and Rita time to figure out their tastes, and even more to fabricate a program.  A hacking bot.  It wasn’t real of course, the only thing that made it halfway convincing at all was Rita piloting the thing remotely.  

“Yes, the price-” they drawled.  Nureyev did not take kindly to that tone.  “The price just went up.”

Nureyev’s eyebrows crept upwards while Juno bolted upright “Hey now!  We agreed to the terms before this even-”

“Micah, please”

“No!  So far they’ve tried to poison us and hid a goodie in their sample intel.  Now they want more .  Hell, they should be paying us for this-”

“Mr. Micah, please.  I merely desire to know what it is you hope to accomplish with the information.  And to get a taste for your program’s capabilities as you have of my intel.”

Nureyev pretended to consider it, placing a hand on Juno’s knee and tapping out a message, before saying “These appear to be fair terms, however, what I’m wondering is if there are any more hidden fees.”  

To say Mx. Balsa was slippery, was an understatement.  Nureyev had seen people like them before, knowledge brokers, able to root out and twist any grain of truth to their heart’s desire.  This was not someone he wanted to be investigated by.  Juno would be a veritable beacon.  Public employees were so easy to track-

Mx. Balsa took their time in testing the program.  Rita informed them when she’d gotten the virus set up in their system, it didn’t take her long at all.  Now they just had to play the wait game.  They fained interest in the intel, made up a story to satiate their curiosity and asked enough questions to avoid suspicion.  All the while Nureyev could feel his health take a steady trend downwards.  

Once or twice he thought they shot him a knowing look as his attention began to wonder, or that Jody was leaning in a little too closely.  He tugged at his collar absently, the sweat plastering his shirt to him under the corset.  It was hard to gauge if the pressure of the boning was having a positive or negative effect on the nausea.  If they knew he’d been poisoned, what would they do?  Would they try to revoke their deal?  Detain them?  Hurt them?  Hurt Juno?  

He could not let that happen, would not.  

Juno squeezed his thigh, startling him out of his thoughts.  Mx. Balsa was pushing a new chip towards them, the one with the information they’d spent the better part of a day mulling over.  It was encased in a silver embossed box, flashy and probably manufactured to ensure no one could scan its contents.

Nureyev took out his comms once more and clicked it into place.  It was all there, Rita checked for them.  Thank the stars it wasn’t another test.  After all, it would be suspicious if they left with only half the intel.  

“I believe that concludes our business.” he smiled, rising gratefully to his feet.  

“We’ve kept you so long, won’t you stay for dinner?”

“Dinner my ass.” Juno grumbled for only Nureyev’s ears.

“Didn’t quite catch that-” Mx. Balsa frowned.

“Ohh Sorry, we’ll pass, don’t feel like dying today.” Juno smiled, voice dripping in sarcasm.

“Ahh, Pity.”

Nureyev’s laugh was cut short from a stabbing pain in his abdomen.  He started again, swaying, hand pressed to his stomach.  Certain he’d find blood.

“Everything okay there Mr. Tillerson?”

Glancing down revealed only the pristine pearl embroidery of the corset.  No blade, no blood, he was…. fine-  

He released his death grip on the chair, quickly filing away that sensation best he could.  Their mission was nearly done after all, no need for theatrics now.

“Perfectly.” He smiled wider, displaying sharp teeth.  “We’ll show ourselves out.”

Jody made a big show of opening the doors for them so that the muscled chords of his biceps were on full display.  They’d just managed to step before slamming it shut at their backs.  

The smile Nureyev had been wearing, dissolved into a grimace. He set a brisk, if uneven, pace to the exit.  

“Hey- Ran-” Juno groaned “Tillerson!  Wait up!” Juno clacked to his side.  

“Apologies Micah, I merely-ah!” he stumbled over his feet, Juno caught him in his strong arms.

“Hey- are-are you alright?”

His head was still spinning and there was that question again.  He had no desire to deal with it at present. “I-”

“The truth this time.” Juno pressed, ever the persistent Lady.

“Just a tad under the weather-” he admitted.  

“Babe, why didn’t you say something-”

“Something I drank.  It’s fine love.”

Bone deep tiredness pulled him down.  He wanted nothing more than to surrender himself to the arms of his goddess.  It would be safe there, warm.

Juno looked like he was going to ask more questions but was interrupted.

A shrill cry tore through the hall.  It sounded like Mx. Balsa.

“What the hell?” Juno craned his neck to look.  "You don’t think they found it yet?“

"Let’s- not check.”  Nureyev entwined his arm with Juno’s, setting up a brisk pace towards the doors.  Relying on the Detective as one might a crutch.

There was a wash of hurried footsteps, people shouting, blasters charging- the only thing that made sense was security-

“I believe we’ve overstayed our welcome Detective!” Nureyev said.

“Ya Think!” Juno yelled back, voice cracking from the force of it.  Even so- he withdrew a fist full of blaster from the dress slit.

But Nureyev wasn’t focusing on Juno, wasn’t focusing on the escape.  Jody was barreling on through the guards, weapon raised and charging and trained on-

“Micah!”  He slammed into Juno just as the bolt whizzed past striking another employee.  They rotated so that he could serve as Juno’s shield while giving him time to line up a shot.  It might have worked too if he’d been a little quicker-  

The next thing he knew he was violently ripped from the Detective.  A strong, bulky arm wrapped about his throat, crushing it.

Jody-

It had to be, few could make Nureyev’s toes leave the ground.  His chest quaked with strain of forcing air in and out of his constricted windpipe.  He kicked for purchase, skiving off the panic by attempting to worm his forearm up through the choke hold; the other diving into a pocket for a blade.

“Tillerson!” Juno shouted.

“Important to you isn’t he.” Their voice was surprisingly soft and high for their bulk.

Juno fired two shots beyond them, he must have hit his mark because there was the sound of something hitting the floor.  

Jody jerked back, causing stars to burst in front of Nureyev’s vision.  Fear clouded his mind, making him claw at the bodyguard.  Even so he blindly groped for the familiar curvature of a handle-

“No more of that-” they warned “Or I will be forced to-” but what they’d be forced to do was lost.  

Nureyev found a knife amongst the stashed trinkets and baubles, he had just enough wherewithal to mouth ‘ ready- ’ before manically plunging the blade into the brute’s thigh.

They howled, dropping Nureyev.  Juno sent a stunner straight to their chest as soon as his partner was clear.  The lady darted forwards, catching the thief under arm and hauling farther along the passage.  Nureyev, for his part, gulped down air and forced his sluggish legs to take his weight.  

They had no choice but to run.  Nureyev readied fresh blades, easier to locate now his brain had a proper supply of oxygen.  Pressed for time as they were, he couldn’t help but notice he wasn’t recovering like he ought to.

They rounded a corner and “Damn it” Juno hissed, taking in the thick ring of guards round a door “There’s too many-”

Manny there were.  But they also appeared green, scared.  Nureyev didn’t need three decades of experience reading people to know they could be intimidated.  

“Perhaps-” he puffed, flashing a wiry smile.  "Let’s see what they are made of.“  It was all the warning he gave before sprinting towards the group.  

It was a foolish plan, a desperate one.  There were screams and shouts as Nureyev’s blades flashed.  He had to give them a little credit, they held ranks far longer than he’d imagined them capable.  That all changed with the first spray of blood.  Typically he’d aim to wound in Juno’s presence; but with the way his hands shook he was taking any opening that presented itself.

Distantly he could hear the bite of Juno’s words as he called out and could feel his presence joining at his side.  The two of them versus the small army of guards.  He allowed himself to get caught up in the simple rhythm of the moment.  

For the first time since the mission started, Nureyev’s mind cleared.  All there was was the ache of his breath, the burn in his limbs and the death defying dance with Juno Steel.  

They shot and sliced their way to an opening; clawed a path to the hall, the entrance way and the street beyond and-

Sweet escape-

This - this moment right here, was what Nureyev lived for.

The dizzying rush of the night air spurred the pair on until all sounds of pursuit faded.  Despite his long legs and penchant for running, Juno easily kept pace.  He could feel it now, the sickness worrying away at him from the inside.  He didn’t know how much more he could take before his legs would give out or lungs burst.  Still he pushed harder, dug deeper, counting his steps to drown out the complaints of the body.  

At long last they stumbled into an ally way; a narrow thing that reeked of misuse.  

"Okay- What the Hell!” Juno rounded on Nureyev, eye flashing in the dim light of the dome.

Nureyev swallowed, hardly able to keep his focus on the Detective.  The light cardio had left him feeling queasy and weak.  Wrong.  He supposed poison on an empty stomach would do that to you.  Not to mention how tender his throat was after Jody’s mistreatment.  

He put a hand to his clammy forehead, swaying a little.

“I thought I was the reckless one,” he lectured “the one that went off half co- babe?  Nureyev?!!!”

He’d doubled over, retching earnestly this time.  Just as before, there was nothing to bring up-  The cruel dry heaves cramped his core and set his eyes watering, legs folding under the crushing weight of it.  

“Babe, heyheyhey, hey~ I got you-” strong arms wrapped around him, propping him up, “I’ve got you.” Small circles worked into his back as they waited for it to end.

“S-sorry-” he gasped between convulsions.  They didn’t have time for this, they didn’t have time for any of this.  Yet here he was endangering Juno with his own ineptitude.  “I’m- ss-”

“Ugh-uh, no, you’re not doing that.” Juno cut him off.  “Hell, when you said you weren’t feeling good-”  Nureyev made to apologize again, but Juno gave a warning “hun”

He slumped against the brickwork, trembling and breathing heavily.  

“Done?”

Nureyev gave a non committal hum.  It was all he trusted himself to manage.  

All the same, a moment was afforded to him to clean up with a moist towelette.  Again his makeup was ruined, but he was far from caring.  The important thing at present was to leave this city behind.  

Juno seemed to be thinking along the same vein.  “Think you can stand?  Or should I contact Jet?”

“No need for that love.” Nureyev smiled weakly, nausea churning within “Just give me a hand.”  

The Detective obliged, neatly entangled their fingers and pulled him along using his comms to navigate.  He was mighty grateful for the assistance, between the stomach ache and the weight in his limbs, he was having difficulty remaining upright.  

Nureyev eyed the nooks and crannies of the back streets.  Had he been alone he’d likely of spent the night curled up in one of those charming locations.  Cold and cramped, but out of sight.  He sighed, surrendering himself to the guidance of his goddess.  

“Hello Ruby.” Nureyev greeted wirily.  It chirped in response alerting Jet to their presence.  The door swung open of the Ruby’s own volition and the pair slid in.  “Jet-”

“Ransom.”  Jet acknowledged.

“Hey big guy.”

“Are either of you injured?” he asked, glancing back in the rearview mirror.  “I ask because of the blood.”

“Don’t think so.  Had to get a little rough on the getaway.” Juno explained glancing down at his gore streaked dress and coat.  “Honestly, if we could move out, that would be great.  I don’t really fancy meeting up with those nut jobs again.”

Nureyev hummed in agreement.  Doing his level best to keep his expression neutral and his breathing measured.  He must look a mess judging by the way Jet kept eyeing him.  

Turbulence made him gasp as pain blossomed in his abdomen.  His composure slipping and rearranging like water.  He slouched lower, trying to get some relief-

Juno was talking with Jet, or talking at him more like.  Nureyev stopped listening after the first few moments, lulled instead by his Lady’s warm voice and the way it crackled at the edges when he became impassioned.  He was just so tired-

Before he knew it, the thief was leaning on the Detective’s shoulder, sinking into his side, bloodshot eyes fluttering shut.  Normally he’d be loathed to sleep at the end of a job like some worn out child.  But he couldn’t fight anymore.

[lesbiansforjackietaylor]

Here how trans!Nureyev can still win. Him and Juno talk, obviously there’s something to do with medical debt in his past, whether it be a lover or he’s got an incurable illness, there has to be something medical aboit his debts. So I raise this, it’s a throwaway line, he starts talking about, Juno says something like ‘Christ Nureyev, I didn’t know top surgery was that expensive’ then Nureyev goes ‘Juno, my dear, it’s not that’. Cue tragic backstory. That or buddy has heard about mag but she always heard about him and a little girl and never put the pieces together that it was him

[fanficireadandrecommend]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Penumbra Podcast Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Buddy Aurinko & Peter Nureyev, Peter Nureyev/Juno Steel, (only for a bit but its there) Characters: Buddy Aurinko, Peter Nureyev, Juno Steel Additional Tags: Peter Nureyev has ADHD, ADHD, rsd, Rejection Sensitive Dysphoria, ao3 you fuck make that a tag, Minor Peter Nureyev/Juno Steel, Peter Nureyev Is Bad At Feelings, i mean that's kind of a given with him but still, Mental Health Issues, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Coping, Second-Hand Embarrassment, possibly?, Parental Buddy Aurinko, I love my space mom, Self-Hatred, Character Study Summary:

Buddy presses two fingers to her temple and sighs. “Really, Pete. I’m disappointed in you.”

They’re words he’s heard a thousand times- a few from her, many more from Vespa, and the vast majority from himself at any point in time. But here, now, alone in a room with Buddy Aurinko, who is looking at him with something he can only interpret as regret in her eyes-

It unravels something in him that he’s filed away for a very long time.

AKA Peter Nureyev has RSD and i hit him over the head with a folding chair and tell him to Cope

[speakercrab666]

of my 20 open tabs:

50% is queer fanfiction

35% is wacky clothes i want

10% is resources to help me make a dnd character

and 5% is this one wikihow article i have open which gives a step by step walkthrough of three ways to pick a lock with household items :D

(for legal reasons i would never use that information without proof of consent to do so from relevant parties)

and i think that peter nureyev would be proud of me for that.

[yourfavehas-adhd]

Peter Nureyev from The Penumbra Podcast has ADHD!

Requested by anon.

[sky-fire-forever]

Random Junoverse Headcanons

Rita is adopted and has many parents who are in a polyamorous relationship

Rita and Jet are both autistic. They have the autistic to autistic communication that even Juno doesn't understand sometimes

Nureyev has ADHD, but has absolutely no idea that he has ADHD. However, he and Rita can ADHD to ADHD communicate and Juno sometimes watches them interact and is completely baffled. It's like they're speaking a different language to him

Rita and Juno do not realize that Nureyev does not realize he has ADHD. It is so obvious to them and they'll mention it and Nureyev is like "what? Of course I'm neurotypical"

He's not. He has ADHD and he's bipolar. He's just in denial, smh

Vespa has actually always been psychotic. She's just in intense denial about it and it was made substantially worse by the stress of her medical debt/losing Buddy/other factors. She hasn't actually been all the affected by radiation. It's just a conversant excuse so she doesn't have to examine her own mental health

Jet is faceblind and does not realize that other people can recognize people's faces without purposefully memorizing certain features

Vespa would be more of a dog person than a cat person. She actually enjoys that you can tell a dog's emotions easier than a cat's

Mick and Juno kissed during the haunted house story

Growing up, Juno had a huge crush on Sasha because she could kick his ass

Mick thought he had a crush on Juno for many years, but he actually just really appreciated his friendship

Mick is terrible at being able to differentiate between romantic attraction and platonic feelings

Benzaiten had a huge crush on Mick growing up

Benzaiten was gay and polyam. He was often in open relationships

Benzaiten, similar to Juno, often ended up in relationships that were really unhealthy for him. He felt the need to "fix damaged people", so he was drawn to people who treated him poorly

Benten actually had DID, but Juno just didn't realize

Benzaiten felt responsible for not "protecting" Juno from their mother's abuse since he was treated as the "favorite"

Mick always wanted siblings and was super jealous of Juno and Sasha for having siblings

The language of Solar was created by a computer to be a universal language and it isn't actually easy for infants to learn since it doesn't account for what sounds babies are capable of making

M'tendere was in foster care growing up

M'tendere is hard of hearing and made their own hearing aids as well as other aids because they hate how price gouged everything is for disabled people

There's a ladies' night aboard the Carte Blanche as well as a gentlemen's night. While the ladies love their night, Jet and Nureyev dread their night each time it approaches

Nureyev would be fucking terrified of Martian sewer rabbits. He is not a fan

Rita has made friendship bracelets for each member of the crime family, including the Ruby 7. They all wear theirs and don't take them off

Nureyev had the biggest crush on Jet growing up and it honestly isn't entirely gone

Jet is not sex-repulsed

Nureyev has stolen Pilot Pereyra heels before

Nureyev has always wanted a pet fish

[eye-symbolize]

You know, i post a lot about Nureyev, and the reason for that is because I can project on the guy easily. Why? This guy has some hardcore ADHD. Just, oh my god. 

Strong Moral Compass? He murdered Mag to save a bunch of people he didn’t know, because it was wrong. That fucker knows the answer to the Trolley Problem, holy shit. 

Focused During a Crisis? This man would be so dead if it weren’t for the fact that he works well under pressure. What do people with ADHD do all the time?? 

Packs Things Away For Later - and then forgets what he was trying to put away. Remember that line during the Gala episodes? Something something, I’ve put so many things away to back to away that I can’t remember them anymore or something like that. That is just PEAK ADHD. 

Messy ass room. Doesn’t eat normal meals. RSD. 

This man never got a diagnosis for these things, but oh my god it’s just so obvious. Peter Nureyev high key has ADHD, and I could write an essay on it. 

[waters-and-the-wilde]

HI OKAY IM BACK I HAD THOUGHTS LET'S SEE IF THEY COME OUT COHERENT

you're right we don't get much description of Juno in his own spaces but one thing that does stick out to me is Ben in Monster's Reflection talking about how Juno can always tell when someone's moved his stuff (and while i've never pictured him as particularly tidy that was mostly a hunch that there's like, a normal amount of depression/adhd clutter but comparatively not noteworthy compared to Nureyev's whole deal). but like. he's probably so so good at playing 'spot the difference' and figuring out which thing is missing from an environment where it should be

i think you've also articulated something really well that i've grappled with a bit and hadn't quite nailed down into words, which was where the first one or two runs through Man In Glass threw me a bit bc of what seemed like kind of a paradox -- Nureyev being a quick and instinctive thinker with an extraordinary skill for improvising his way through situations, and yet clinging to his plans and his rehearsed steps and having a little hissy fit about the plan changing on him. and for a while it was like, 'okay, he is Not Immune to the Duality of Man and the two things can coexist in view of him doing whatever he needs to have control over the situation bc he wants that so bad that it. in fact literally makes him look stupid.'

but YEAH. the part where he's fighting for his life to stay tidy and focused and linear, 'don't think about the queen think about the guard' because all of his practice and training dictates that thinking about the queen will get him killed

WHICh. GOD. okaY. mAG fuCKING RANSom. of course Nureyev's going to flip his shit when someone changes the plan on him without warning, even if it hasn't occurred to him why that would set him off so badly, especially if it's in a different enough context that it wouldn't be apparent or even reasonable to cast it in the same light. so like. Juno dropping all their fake creds on the Globe (bc he picked a pretty bad time to not think things through and then had an 'oh shit' about it). not even remotely the same deal but Nureyev is already Looking For Reasons Not To Trust Juno ('I chose this name as a reminder') and the effect of having to reorient completely probably hits him in the same kind of place, and in any case Juno's impulse wasn't his impulse because at least those he's probably so used to dealing with that it counts as something within his control

(there was this one Hamilton post i remember seeing back in the day about Wait For It and this kinda makes me think of it like. 'i am the one thing in life i can control. can't control love, or life, or death. or Juno Steel, definitely can't control Juno Steel.' which. certainly not for lack of trying at literally all of those things for the love of god petrushka)

(side note but based on Things We Buried, Nureyev has his own tendency to want to keep some cards up his sleeve in a way where it seems like it's a bad habit he'd picked up from Mag without realizing it, and gets haughty and defensive when called on withholding information bc he's justified it to himself as necessary, and is really smarting from the fact that the others still don't trust him when by this point he's more than proven himself, and probably doesn't recognize where he got it from and why other people would be taking issue with it the same way he did because it's not like Mag, of course he wouldn't, he'd never)

which. YEAH. to your whole point, he's fighting for his life to stay tidy and focused and linear, he needs to have infinite options at his fingertips but when he picks a solution he fuckign commits to the bit

i also have. half formed thoughts about diamond. taking time to 'think things through' and come to a 'more rational decision'. compromising the values Juno thought they shared in the process. and how nureyev's willingness to take the leap for the right thing even when it's obvious the consequences would be dire has got to be just. incredibly attractive to juno even if idk that he's necessarily thought about it in those terms

(and for that matter' maybe nureyev finds it incredibly attractive and reassuring in a way he hasn't quite understood or admitted to himself, that juno's ability to 'think about the queen' is exactly what is needed to keep both their asses out of the dungeons)

okay i was thinking about. the way Juno and Nureyev think. like the way their minds complement each other is just so goddamn neat to me.

(I've touched on something like this before in my 'Nureyev's coping mechanisms backfiring when misapplied' post, the bit about 'Juno’s intelligence is geared toward gathering clues and then assembling narratives, getting good insight checks and putting together a bigger picture that Nureyev has trained himself out of being able to see. they’re both very good at reading people but Nureyev’s strength is being quick on his feet and handling people and situations in the moment while Juno is good at mapping people’s inner landscapes and motivations')

and now another thing that strikes me about Juno's whole detective brain thing is the way his knowledge and memory is incredibly interconnected and associative, the way little pieces crop up in his mind and he knows they're important but not necessarily why, and has to hang onto them until he can see how they fit. The way he basically lives for his 'I connected the dots!!!' moments. he doesn't seem to have the same command over recall the way Nureyev does -- Nureyev's being extremely deliberate and structured, whereas Juno's pattern recognition and responses to prompts and triggers look a lot more instinctive, even if it's just that the way he works has allowed that talent to flourish

And from there you have an equally fascinating contrast in how heavily Nureyev also relies on his knowledge and memory, and yet his method hinges on that ability to compartmentalize, and how the the pieces stay extremely discrete. it's like. Nureyev's constantly putting shit away in filing cabinets, and Juno's constantly leaving stuff around all the time because How Else Would He Know Where It Is, it'll be there when he needs it

and then that leads to fascinating stuff like Nureyev's knowledge being incredibly precise yet fragmented, very purposefully weighed and deployed in the scenario he knows how to apply it to. and how that catches him off the back foot so spectacularly in Man In Glass by relegating useful context as extraneous so thoroughly he literally dissociates it. In Juno's case, the way he can see how things relate to each other backfires on him when he gets carried away, jumps to conclusions without necessarily having the groundwork/evidence/ability to show his work and back it up

ALSO. jury's out on how much Nureyev has actually considered whether his 'focus on the guard not the queen' mentality was shooting himself in the foot before Man In Glass but. something something Train From Nowhere 'i trust your eyes, for a start. and I trust your mind! a master detective's' etc. I get the sense that he recognizes what Juno does as a strength and a complementary skill (at least initially/on an instinctive level/when he's at his best. obv there's still him getting stuck on his Rules of Thieving/forgetting to listen/getting condescending and dismissive under stress but i think that sorta highlights the whole point that they're at their best when they're confident in that trust in each other.)

(also given the CMP heist it's not exactly just Nureyev and I kinda have to wonder if maybe the Aurinkos have Juno's jumping to conclusions tendency work great sometimes and then backfire a bunch of others so they can't always let him have a full head of steam at a precarious moment. i know i've seen ppl get frustrated about that bit and like yes it is a frustrating device but it still strikes me as different from the way that sort of thing is usually deployed, in that it has plenty of plausible grounding in the characterization and communication styles)

like yes i'm a simple man i go bonkers for them being competent at their chosen skills but 'we work well together' is such a cornerstone of their relationship and the way their minds are so different and dovetail so effectively is just. the drift compatibility is built into their psyches and it's absolutely *chef's kiss*