junosteelyourself

[junosteelyourself]

listen- juno may have tripped, bUT LOOK WHO’S FALLING NOW, HUH PETER???

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Thought exercise:

What if all of the characters from all of your favorite podcasts found themselves in the same universe? I’m not concerned with how it happened. I’m more interested in how they would all interact with each other?

Think about the following characters interacting:

Juno Steel and Magnus Burnsides.

Magnus Burnsides and Rita (throw Khoshek for good measure)

Carlos the Scientist and Lucretia

Peter Nureyev and Cecil Palmer

Cecil Palmer and Rita

Aubrey Little and Sasha Wire

Lup and Aubrey Little

Sir Damien and Merle

Taako and literally ANYONE

It gets even better if you think about real world podcast narrators getting thrown into the mix. For example:

The McElroy brothers and LITERALLY ANYONE.

This is pretty much what I think about all of the time and I will not apologize for art.

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The question of the day is:

Are all of my super depressing and upsetting Juno Steel headcanons there because I’m projecting my years of trauma and mental illness and super self-destructive coping mechanisms onto a fictional character? Or is this actually the subtext of the plot?

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o shit forgot to post….him

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*nureyev voice* jᵘno

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peter, being literally electrocuted: no no i’m good you worry about yourself juno are you resting? rest up i love you

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Do y'all ever get emotional over the life that Juno and Peter could have had like I’m pretty sure Juno never left mars imagine the first time he saw a landscape that wasn’t desert or city imagine how happy he would be with peter imagine them putting their pasts behind them and moving forward and falling deeper in love as they travel the galaxy I just I have a lot of feelings ok

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Rejoice, “let’s fake a relationship for Christmas” fanfic season is upon us.

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Penumbwa?

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· Welcome home ·

[ID Start: A drawing of Juno steel from the chest up. He is a black man with short curly brown hair, an eye patch, a gold stud in his ear and many scars. He is wearing a purple turtle neck sweater under a tan trench coat. He is standing facing the left with his face turned upwards, crying but also smiling.Thick blue tears are falling down his cheeks. The leaves of a tree protrude in behind him from the left and his jacket is dappled with sun. Small bits of a park and stone pathways are visible behind him, as well as a slice of city skyline between two buildings. ID end]

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Hey how about a bartender au!! Peter is working at a bar for some reason and Juno is a frequent customer...

Looking at it, I’m realizing I immediatly interpreted “Some reason” for “heist job”… which is probably why this fic kind of got out of control…

Also um… there’s apparently a limit to how many words you can put in a response (who knew? Though I think it’s because I’m writing this on my phone). Since I was hesitating to put this into several reblogs anyways I guess this is it.

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“Sir, I’m not sure…” tried Enerst Walter as a client asked for his fourth glass of rather expensive, rather inhebriating whiskey.

“It’s fine.” Sighed the client. “Vicky will put it on my tab.”

That was a weak excuse at best, an outrageous lie at worse, but Enerst Walter was a mousy, nervous kid, new to the business, and as much as he didn’t want to get fired by his new boss, he would also have been terrified of angering the man currently standing only a counter away from him.

“Are you sure…”

“Listen kid,” the tone of the stranger was brusque, but Peter could tell he was trying to look as unthreatening as possible. “I promise you, Vallas Vicky knows me. Hell, even if she didn’t, she’d sooner come after me than after one of her own, no matter how new or how naive they may be. Now, if you really want to, you can call Todd on me as soon as you give me my drink, but please. Please. Please. Give me. My drink.”

“O… okay.”

Enerst fumbled with the glass bottles eventually managing to give the man his dose, maybe even a bit more than that.

What could Peter say? He’d always been a sucker for a beautiful face.

“Thank you.” Said the client, in a grateful breath, before downing a good half of the drink.

Peter had to admit to being impressed. He was himself notably terrible at handling his liquor but the man had just thrown back his three and a half whiskey with no problem, and while his mouvements had gotten slower, he didn’t seem to be nearly as wasted as Peter would have excepted anyone to be.

He would, of course, have loved to interrogate this stranger, who seemed to be so totally out of place in Valles Vicky’s establishement looking more like a common thug - with rough edges and a nose crooked in a way that suggested it had been broken repeatedly - than the polished clients Ernest Walter saw everyday. His cover wouldn’t have felt that way, however, not yet, and Peter couldn’t afford to blow this up for one pretty face.

He caught sight of Todd across the room, coming back from the main public entrance. Enerst sent him a panicked glance, pointing a significative stare towards his scruffy client.

“Juno.” Todd said as he reached the bar. “Why are you here?”

“Hey Todd.” Juno said, glancing at Peter from the corner of his eyes. “Finished my job for Vicky. Figured I could check out the perks before she sends me back.”

Peter carefully stayed focused on his work. He really hadn’t pegged Juno for one of Vicky’s men. If he’d had to guess, he’d have thought him to be some kind of run down cop. Rough but ultimately kind and, a rarity in Hyperion City.

But it meant Peter could now justify getting more information on him. If Juno really was working with Vicky, then maybe, through him, Peter could find an in for his own job.

“You should go see her now, Juno.”

“Yeah yeah, sure. I will. Just let me finish my glass of…”

Todd placed a huge hand down on Juno’s shoulder. It seemed to Peter that he was gripping Juno a bit tighter than was stricktly necessary.

The lady, getting more and more mysterious by the second, sighed at that.

“Fine. Going… going…”

He put a bill down on the counter even as he was dragged away.

“Thanks for the drinks, kid.”

Juno, Peter learned during his research, full name Juno Steel, was a former cop whose carreer had ended messily in a mysterious affair involving mafias, corruption, and worst of all, politics. Considering his previous record, though, it was entirely obvious that his demise was the result of a cover up, effective enough to attract Peter’s attention without revealing him much.

It seemed he worked with Vicky as a private investigator of sort, finding dirt on unpaying clients and grabby assholes, gathering informations on ennemies, and solving the right crimes at the right times to delete Valles Vicky’s concurrence.

He was, in a word, as clean as he could get away with while working for Vicky, and Peter couldn’t help but wonder how he’d ended up helping an art smugler of all things. From what snippet of conversation he’d managed to hear here and there - bringing Vicky her wine at just the right time, loitering around her door when he wouldn’t be missed, listening in through the tiny recording device he’d placed in the ventilation system - she liked Juno at least as much as he annoyed her. She kept yelling at him and threatening him, but from what he’d been able to gather, he was also an invaluable asset to her, and she trusted him with most of her business.

Juno was also, it seemed, incredibly paranoiac.

“So, what did you tell Vicky?”

Ernest looked up fearfully at Juno. The skittish bartender was, for the most part, reassured about the client’s character after a few weeks of not getting attacked doing his job, but Juno still cut an impressive figure, and Ernest was nothing if not impressionable.

“W… what?”

“Drop it, kid. This doesn’t work on me anymore. You’re always there when I come talk to her, and you may not look like it, but you listen to… just about everything I say, don’t you?” He leaned in, causing Ernest to take a cautious step back. “So, what do you say? Is this her way of making sure I’m not going to, I don’t know, betray her?”

He snatched the glass Enerst still hadn’t given him, studying the bartender with eyes, percing enough that Peter felt as though maybe he would be able to find him under the layers he’d carefully applied to his self.

It sent a shiver down his spine, cold and burning.

“You’re not a PI… I know those… A spy, maybe? But, why would you work for Vicky then…”

He took a gulp of his drink, still looking at Enerst through the distorted glass. The fretful man finally gathered himself enough to respond to the - frankly quite ridiculous - accusations.

“Sir, I think maybe you’ve had too…”

“Unless you’re not.”

“I… What?… Sir?”

“Unless you’re not. Working for her, that is.”

Enerst Walter was not entirely dumb, but he wasn’t the smartest tool in the box, either.

“I… am? Sir. I’m a bartender, you might have noticed.”

Peter, however, was following the conversation with interest. Juno was getting awfully close to figuring him out, and that would be a problem.

“What’s your name?”

The question was abrupt enough that even Peter was surprised.

“Me? I mean… It’s really none of your… business…”

Juno looked at him, unnervingly still. Ernest wasn’t a very courageous man.

“Um… Ernest. Ernest Walter.”

“Ernest Walter.” Juno repeated. “Right. And how long have you been working for Vicky?”

“Sir, I really don’t…”

“Humor me.”

Ernest wass getting angry. To be fair, Peter thought, at this point most people would have been. Someone insisting you weren’t yourself tended to have that effect on people - Peter would know. But he wasn’t quite angry enough yet to forget that Juno Steel could very well resort to a violence he wasn’t ready to match.

“Three months.” He said through his teeth. “Now, if you will excuse me…”

“Sure. Wouldn’t want to put a wrench in your plans.” Juno winked and it was so incredibly smug it almost looked familiar to Peter’s eyes.

Peter was seriously starting to consider calling this whole long con thing off.

“Sir.” Enerst had come a long way. He’d gone from scared to annoyed to long suffering. “Are you following me?”

“Hello, Ernest.” Juno was insufferably chipper, and Enerst wanted to kick him. “I just thought I’d go to my meeting with Vicky on foot. Lovely weather today.”

Enerst made a show of glancing at the threatening clouds overhead.

“And you just happenned to be passing by my building, I take it.”

He didn’t bother to make it a question.

“Oh, you know… small world and all that.”

Juno was terrible at fake chitchat. Externally Ernest was rolling his eyes at the man, while internally Peter had to refrain from laughing at Juno’s very poor technique. The man had been - quite subtly he had to admit - following him for the past two weeks, and although Vicky now trusted him, constantly having a shadow had been a major pain in the ass.

“And I’m sure Vicky will be happy to learn that you’re keeping in form for your actual job.” Ernest’s sarcasm had still a long way to go, but it was steadily improving.

“Vicky will be happy not to be stabbed in the back.”

“Vicky trusts me.”

Juno snorted at that.

“Don’t feel too special kid, Vicky trusts everyone working for her. Doesn’t mean she should.”

“I” Ernest was starting to get fed up with the pseudo PI, and Peter was regretting then more than ever to have made him as stuffy as he was “am not a child, and Vicky has every reason to trust me!”

Juno stopped, and looked him dead in the eye. Ernest took a careful step back, and even Peter felt himself. Juno seemed like a good enough person, but he still had something of a dangerous lady underneath it all. A controlled violence that neither Ernest nor Peter really knew how to thread with.

“Your name isn’t Ernest Walter and I will find what you want from Vicky if it kills me.”

And before Ernest had any time to respond - before Peter had any time to respond - he stormed off. In seconds, Ernest was left alone in an empty street.

“No need to be so dramatic about it.”

This job really wasn’t going to go well was it.

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Alright this is the first part! I’ll put up the second part tonight or tomorrow and the rest (probably two other parts) within the week… this is posted with minimum correction bc apparently I can’t make drafts out of answers, so I’ll come back to it once everything is posted.

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i’ve just been thinking about the future, like post jupeter reunion where they’re just settling into being comfortable and happy. and peter keeps noticing these little things.

like, one time peter’s tagging along on a stakeout and juno snaps at rita, but apologizes the next second, genuine and real. and it’s not like peter doesn’t know how much juno hates upsetting rita, it’s the fact that in this one little instance, he wasn’t trying to push her (push everyone he loves) away -

and then later, on a cold night, they’re wrapped around each other under at least three blankets, and peter presses their foreheads together, says “i love you”, and juno repeats the sentiment, gazing at him head on, and it’s such a stark contrast from the way he used to shudder from any type of affection, any acknowledgement that he was cared about.

and it takes him a second, but peter realizes. it fills him with so much pride and love and glee - just how far juno has come, how he’s not afraid of being loved anymore.

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music and art are so vital to the way that i understand myself and other people and there is something so beautiful about seeing yourself reflected in the art you consume and the sense of community even in that solitary ritual of feeling understood. no one Cares but im overwhelmed by this feeling all the time! im overwhelmed by films that feel like theyve always been a part of me and books that feel like a natural progression of my own internal images and music that absolutely consumes and corrodes me and i think its nice to verbalize that every once in a while

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So I guess the local businesses let people paint their windows for Halloween. I saw this and had to take a picture, because I think someone was low-key repping our favorite Reaper Squad.

Now it’s just a question of whether it’s Lup or Barry or Kravitz.

My gut says Lup.

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I would like to add that I was recently talking to someone that I am newly romantically involved with.. They were sitting in their parked car with their door open, talking to me while I was standing outside. They are very attractive. It is very distracting. I went to go lean my weight up against their car to get closer to them, bracing myself against their rear passenger side window. Except.

Except they had rolled their windows down. So uhh. My hand and then my torso went comedically through the open window and I nearly fell hand - first into their car.

So if that's not a Juno Steel kind of thing, I don't know what is.

Reasons Why I Am Peter Nureyev

- really bad at explaining plans

- wears really strong perfume

- gets really sappy

- calls people idiots as a form of affection

- tries to be cool but is really just a hopeless romantic

- steals stuff

- falls in love really quickly (remember the whole climbing out a window moment??)

- BAD AT SUBTLY

- I ALSO WANT JUNO BACK WITH PETER

 - would honestly change my name and have adventures right the heck now

- #identitycrisis

- chooses really bad times to start flirting

- doodles a lot

- VERY IN LOVE WITH JUNO

- never feels at home at home until I find a person that makes it feel right

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Am I funny yet?

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