#juno was mad

[aspurian]

Damn, Juno was so mad he wrote a book?

[bluestarlett]

(Why did you do this to me? How could you do this to me?)

(Playing God while we're playing fetch, I can't handle the depths of your treachery. Through all history...)

1,088 words.

Seraph sat stagnantly in his bed, the house unsurprisingly still. The feeble hum of old lightbulbs which clung desperately to life were the only sound that filled his room, his vision– or lack thereof, dark as he closed his eyes. His chest gently rose and fell, his hands clasped together over his exposed heart.

Loops? Cycles? What… What did any of that mean for him? 

If what Mind and Soul said held any truth, then what was this even for? If he and Saturn’s existence amounted to nothing— just another cog in the colossal machine, a pawn to a king? 

… 

What he said… that night… 

He was right. 

Juno’s hands shook violently as he approached Saturn, lyre in hand. Apollo stammered frantically, their eyes blown wide with fear. Streams of tears poured down the Moon’s face as his teeth ground against his blistered tongue. 

“Seraph, please,” Saturn implored, their tone soft, knowing. Qamar choked out another sob as he ground his foot into the soil below, his weight shifting. His body flinched as his grasp on his lyre only grew more aggressive as the light glinted off of the sharp edge, his vision clouded by desperation. 

“I can’t take this anymore, Saturn!” He shouted, trembling as tears rolled down his face. “I’m so tired. I’m tired of us fighting, of Asteria threatening us, I– I DON’T WANT TO BE WHOLE!” He screamed, his black eyes glossing over as the full moon settled above, his now cold, icy white eyes bearing into Mind. “Whatever the fuck 'Whole' even is. I just… I want to be normal. If it takes ripping myself apart inside out to appease Soul, then maybe that’s not the right fucking path for me.”  

Neptune’s figure slumped, their eyes softly closing. 

They didn’t protest, or put up a fight. 

Because they understood. They knew how Luna felt. That writhing, wretched scream festering within, begging to be freed from something. What that thing was, it was unsure. But it remained despite that. That gross, sick kind of déjà vu, like going back to the scene of a crime you witnessed years later. It might be clean and repurposed, but it will always be home to a gruesome thing. 

Artem let out a distraught cry as he slashed at Shams' neck with the sharp gold, his vision white and blind with rage.

And then it hit him. 

The lyre fell from his clutch, falling dully to the floor as he ran over to his sibling. He desperately pulled their body into his arms, deep blue blood seeping into his clothes and staining his hands as frantic apologies spilled from his lips. Apollo let out nothing but a low, hoarse groan as they brought their soft, slim hands to their neck. Luna let out an overjoyed sigh as they looked up at him, his own tears falling softly onto their face. Saturn cracked a wobbly smile, and-

“SERAPH.”

Juno looked up frantically, and Soul loomed in the distance, her deep, glowing red eye piercing through the fog. Fear began to fester inside of Seraph as she slowly approached him, her trident glowing blood-red. Her mouth contorted into a grave scowl as she towered over the Moon. Artem began to stammer, and Apollo immediately shot up, which was a… regrettable decision, as they began to choke out blood.  

Soul’s arm slowly rose, her trident now held high above her head and aimed directly at Juno. Mind looked up at her, their eyes blown wide with fear as they attempted to protest. 

“Asteria, don’t,” they spluttered, tears forming in their eyes as they forced speech from their mangled vocal chords. Guilt struck Juno like a freight train at the sound of Apollo’s mutilated speech, and yet he couldn’t tear his gaze from Soul as she paid no regard to Saturn’s protest. The silence of her footsteps was painfully loud as a low hum resonated from her trident, agonizingly deep and tedious. Luna resisted the urge to rip his head apart as Eris looked down at him, the tines of her trident aligning with his eyes. At this, Neptune seemed to break, scrambling to their feet as chokes and gargles emitted from their disfigured throat. Mercury snapped her fingers nonchalantly, and Logos jerked back, falling to their knees at the hands of whatever powers that be. Seraph let out a tremulous whimper as his gaze tore from his sibling, Sidra's cold, unrelenting gaze boring into him like a blade through skin.  

She drew her arm up ever so slightly, and… 

It was done. 

It was quick, and… didn’t hurt at first. No, the pain came afterwards. Silence rang throughout the atmosphere as blood began to trickle to the floor. Luna’s mouth remained open in a silent shriek, like the eerie quiet before the rise of an unforgiving, ruthless storm. 

Neptune let out a distressed gasp as they attempted to lunge towards Juno, only to be shoved away by Asteria as she sharply ripped her trident from Artem’s eyes. Or, well… what used to be. The Moon collapsed, his head bowed despairingly before Soul’s feet as he bled out pitifully.  

“Apollo. Go home.” She commanded, her cruelty unwavering as she shoved Artem aside. Saturn remained on the floor defiantly. Soul seemed to consider them for a moment, before turning away. 

“Very well, then. Your choice.”  

Neptune’s gaze slowly shifted to Seraph, which Soul now loomed completely over. 

They knew what was happening. 

Look away. 

They had to look away. 

Please.

And yet they couldn’t, and time seemed to slow as the foreboding, agonizing snap of Soul’s fingers resounded throughout. 

And it was quiet. 

Until it wasn't. 

A harrowing scream rang through the atmosphere as Seraph’s wings contorted agonizingly, snapping and bending in such a gruesome manner. Saturn ripped their gaze away, tears forming as Seraph was torn apart. 

Juno spent three long nights in the pit, waiting. Silently. Patiently. For what? Rescue, maybe. Sanctuary, safety. Or… death, even. 

But he knew he couldn’t truly die. Death itself eluded him. For what reason, he wasn’t sure he’d ever know. But he certainly was anything but alive.

He made it out of the pit, eventually. But… not as the same person. 

“Seraph.”

Icarus' eyelids fluttered open softly, met with absolute darkness as he remembered his… issue. 

“Sunshine?” He whispered softly, his fingers reaching up to graze Saturn’s face. They let out a soft hum of confirmation, pulling Juno to a sitting position.

“I think… Asteria is willing to explain things to us a bit, now.”

[chickenpuddingpoptart]

I drive the Juno bus

[if-you-heart]

I think heart holding big guns is hilarious

[natsboygirlfriend]

you can aim for my heart, go for blood.

but you would still miss me in your bones.

[coolnameorsomethinglol]

[maybedr3am]

The sun isn't warm anymore uuh

[queenjunothegreat]

Just so everyone knows, Jason does wind up going to Edgarton in HoJ because he wants the chance to do normal teenager stuff. Leo also goes, and he's whining and complaining about it the whole time. Edgarton also requires extracurriculars for boarding students, so Leo joins the track team. He TRIED the robotics team, but he got bored and frustrated with the things they were allowed to do because he can make this stuff in his SLEEP and nobody will let him put flamethrowers on the battle bot.

Piper is obviously not going to the school, but she's in LA with her dad and Festus is very fast so sh goes to all of Leo’s track meets and Jason’s lacrosse and tennis games. She's not really supposed to be in the dorm and Jason and Leo are DEFINITELY not supposed to be wandering off campus with her, but she is very good at getting her way. 💖 She's at the school so often like 70% of the staff and half of the student body knows who she is. Reyna also comes with her when Piper can pester her into hanging up her Praetor cape for the day.

[cakemoney]

fun little thing i enjoy doing is just imagining that odysseus and aeneas are constantly, increasingly, sopping wet the entire time of their Journeys even when they’re not. even when they’re on dry land they are Covered In Water and Dripping Everywhere they Cannot Escape The Sea

[mewkwota]

I was going into this fully focused on pulling off this shot (it was hard) and ended up with me paying too much attention to that expression. I didn't remember that last little strain in Juno's face, how odd.

Unfortunately I drew so far down that I couldn't get to the other interesting part of this shot (if you could even see what's left down there anyway).

[no-romance-for-me-please]

Me and the arrogant detective I pulled by giving him MY NAME, WHICH IS A VERY IMPORTANT PART OF MY IDENTITY THAT COULD GET ME KILLED

[mythologeekwriter]

AND WHEN YOU SCREAM “I’M NOT ALRIGHT” AND THROW MY PICTURE AT THE WALL “YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BE LIGHT AND KEEP ME SAFE AGAINST THEM ALL, HOW COULD YOU LEAVE ME HERE?” YOU’LL SCREAM AND LOUDER I’LL SCREAM BACK FROM THAT UNKNOWN

[nerdetiquette]

As much as I love the ending for Juno and as much as I cried over it, I think I would’ve preferred it if there was no implication of Nureyev coming back. Like I like the ship, but this was about Juno, and I feel adding him back in even if he doesn’t speak, takes away from that. I get why they did it, not having something would’ve led to riots, but I’m sad that what I’m seeing in my dash is just jupeter and no love for the rest of the episode. We got so many other characters to wrap this up, and it’s just about Nureyev

[maddiemuu]

juno!!! i'm still figuring their character out... i originally used their name for a different but sorta similar character who i ended up dismantling for parts. but i'm having fun with them so far!

[natsboygirlfriend]

everyday I see ethel cain's tits

[coolnameorsomethinglol]

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