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King of the Freeway spinning his stories for an audience of one lonely detective.
The Penumbra Podcast really hits hard hugh?
Reblog are always appreciated
https://www.tumblr.com/alexandenigtscreations/703594392313888768
#alexandenight#my art#TPP#The Penumbra Podcast#juno steel#junoverse#King of the Freeway#mick mercury#Detective steel#lgbtq#hyperion city#my fanart
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Hey, Travelers! After a couple years away, I’m doing the @penumbrabang again this year! And to my absolute joy, I got to do art for @alexandenigtscreations’ fantastic fic THEIA My Name!
It features various shenanigans with the Theia chip and a long-awaited reunion between Juno Steel and Diamond Hijikata!
Rating: M
Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence
Desperate times call for desperate measures, and being on Dark Matters most wanted list makes a person about as desperate as they come. With the Carte Blanche's expert in disappearing still missing in action, Rita manages to locate another, more unlikely source.
Which is how Juno Steel found himself on the door stoop of Diamond Hijikata. An old flame who made just enough of a name for herself to be a problem.
(Written before Juno Steel and The Blank Slate)
Check it out!
(Art ID below)
[ID: Fan art of Juno Steel and Diamond Hijikata from The Penumbra Podcast, in full color. The main colors of the piece are gray blue, desaturated purple, and peach.
In the foreground are Diamond Hijikata and Juno Steel. We see them from the side as they face each other head-on. Diamond stands to the left, glaring at Juno as she crosses her arms. She wears a button-up shirt with wide collars. Her long white hair is up in a loose bun. Juno stands on the right side of the piece, hands planted in the pockets of his purple trench coat. He looks at Diamond with a mix of exhaustion, sadness, and apology.
Floating behind and between them in a rough peachy orange bubble is a vision of their younger selves. Young Diamond stands to the right, her long white hair hanging loose down her back. She smiles at Juno, who stands to the left also smiling, dressed in his HCPD uniform. Older Juno’s hair is in short dreadlocks, while young Juno’s hair is in short, natural curls. Young Diamond tugs playfully on young Juno’s tie.
In the far background, in shades of blue, is a chalk drawing of Hyperion City in the rain. Raindrops fall in stiff angles across the piece.
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#penumbra bang#penumbra bang 2023#i'm so excited to be back doing this again!!!#tpp#the penumbra podcast#penumbra podcast#junoverse#juno steel#diamond hijikata#tpp fanfic#tpp fan art#tpp fanart#sasha wire#peter nureyev#ladyshakesqueer#alexandenight#asexualsoup
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Jonathan “The Archivist” Sims is todays Cringefail Loser! (Art by AlexandeNights)
You can use Asks, or this form to submit *your* cringefail loser! https://docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1FAIpQLSc3vDmJ36kt_zffLHP_cWt_kULXRuIF8vaaF457sQmi1TqO4Q/viewform?usp=sf_link
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my second art piece for the @penumbrabang! this time for @alexandenight’s fic beware of vacations. definitely give it a read if you’re a fan of angst/whump! this one was a challenge to draw (ew, cars) and i took some liberties from the canon scene to more just capture the Vibe instead but i’m pretty happy with how it turned out <3 they’re in love your honor.
(ID: a digital drawing of juno and nureyev. nureyev is lying on the ground, semi-conscious, next to an upside-down crashed car. juno is kneeling beside him, wearing a concerned expression. one of his hands is holding nureyev up, and the other is interlaced with nureyev’s fingers. they both look a little scuffed/beaten up, and there is a cut on nureyev’s forehead. the backdrop is an orange sky with smoke and sparks flying through it. there are three neon-colored bio-luminescent creatures floating around them, which resemble small puffballs with eyes. END ID)
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My second contribution to the tpp bang! @penumbrabang
This is for the wonderful fic by @alexandenight
Fic info:
https://archiveofourown.org/works/39170727/chapters/98002098
GO READ THIS AWESOME FIC
Image IDs:
[ID1: A full color digital picture depicting Juno from the shoulders up. He is a dark skinned nonbinary person. He’s wearing a strappy red dress, purple lipstick, a purple eye patch, golden triangular earrings, and gold eyeliner. His hair is short cropped and he’s face is scarred and flushed. His nose is bleeding and a black blaster with electric blue and green detailing is being held against his left temple by a tan person in a blue tank and dark blue trousers. The person is almost completely out of frame. Judging by Juno’s positioning, he’s likely being held on his knees. The assailant right hand is on Juno’s right shoulder. They are both facing the viewer against a dark purple background. Juno looks put out and grumpy, but not particularly scared. The artist’s signature is in the top left corner in a light purple. It reads “@captaincravatthecapricious.” End ID]
[ID2: A mostly grayscale digital illustration depicting Peter Nureyev and Juno Steel. They face each other, Peter angled towards the viewer, and Juno angled away. Peter is a mixed Filipino man wearing a loose shirt under a corset. He has oversized glasses, tight trousers, an ear cuff, and sharp teeth slightly visible through full lips. He’s avoiding Juno’s gaze, and waving his hand, partly obscuring his face. He’s deflecting, while Juno is trying to look into his eyes, checking for a concussion. Peter is bleeding on his right side, visible as a coral red, just above his corset, Juno is applying pressure. Juno is a dark skinned nonbinary person wearing a backless dress and triangular earrings. He’s wearing eyeliner and an eye-patch and has visible armpit hair. He has scars on his visible skin, full lips, and he’s looking tender and concerned. He’s cupping Peter’s face with his right hand, looking into his eyes. He’s flushed the same coral, feverish. The artist signature is visible on Peter’s right thigh. It reads “@captaincravatthecapricious.” End ID]
#the penumbra podcast#tpp#cw blood#cw fever#whump#tpp art#penumbra art#juno steel#peter nureyev#art#my art#tppbang#penumbra bang
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well! posting this again because most of my tags didn't work the first time
ty ty @captaincravatthecapricious (sorry for the tag again lmao)
the rules: Write the latest line from your wip (or post where you last left off in your art) and tag as many people as there are words in the line. Make a new post, don’t reblog.
from a post-29 malevolent fic i'm excited to keep working on!
But it's alright, is what Arthur says.
seven tags! @malevon @alexandenight @sukurarose92 @janekfan @calamitxtum @magnetarmadda @gh0stlymoth
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THEIA My Name
by AlexandeNight
Desperate times call for desperate measures. And being on dark Matters most wanted lis makes a persn about as desperate as they come. With the Carte Blanche's expert in disappearing on permenant leave, Rita managees to locate another, more unlikely soure.
Which is how Juno Steel found himsefl on the dooor stoop on Diamond Hijikata. An old flame who madejust enough of a name for herself to be a problem.
Written before Juno steel ad the Blank Slate
Words: 5835, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: The Penumbra Podcast
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Categories: Gen, M/M, Other
Characters: Juno Steel, Peter Nureyev
Relationships: Peter Nureyev/Juno Steel
Additional Tags: Blood and Injury, THEIA Soul (Penumbra Podcast), Canon-Typical THEIA Soul Content (Penumbra Podcast), Hurt/Comfort, Whump, The Penumbra Podcast Season 4, Junoverse | Juno Steel Universe
Read on AO3 at https://ift.tt/rM0qC1Q
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Hello mate!
Are you, by chance, gathering an army of cucumbers?
Maybe :)
[Image ID: an edited photo of kingpin from Into The Spiderverse. He has Mark Fischbach's head edited onto him, and a cucumber edited onto one of his hands at the top of the image it reads "Cu CUM ber". End ID]
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If you are still doing the prompts, Jon Martin 38) Letting them warm their cold hands under your shirt. Loved the one where Martin gets cold and Jon keeps reaching out <3
“Are you still cold?”
Jon’s been walking around the house like a little ghost, the cottage’s largest blanket around his shoulders like a cape. He’s got that concerned look on his face and Martin wants to make it disappear.
“No, I’m- alright, Jon. If you insist.” He’s walked straight into Martin’s chest, burrowing his face in his jumper as his hands find Martin’s. He frowns- yes, they are cold. They’ve been doing that, lately.
“Liar,” Jon says with no heat, and he guides Martin’s hands under his jumper- it’s surprisingly intimate for the two of them. He winds his arms around Jon’s torso and draws him close, propping his chin on Jon’s head.
“You just wanted a hug, didn’t you?” he asks fondly. He won’t deny him the contact; Jon’s doing a good job of warming him up.
“...No.”
“Liar,” Martin throws back at him; he can almost feel Jon’s pout. He looks down- barely visible beneath Jon’s nest of hair is the weave of his jumper, a nice, hunter green color that looks so familiar-
“Hey, is that mine?”
“...Also no.”
#prompts#my writing#tma#the magnus archives#jonathan sims#martin blackwood#jonmartin#is this my eighth one?#i think its my eighth one#look at me go#alexandenight
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So introduce me partner to the Penumbra Podcast and they suggested Juno through the window
So, here is Juno Steel through the window
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My original character Allen Rail as a mermaid. This was a quick piece I did for mermay. Is that a giant perl or a skull you ask? Why, I will let you decide <3
As always, the shadow messengers are watching
#Allen Rail#allen#rail#skull#oc#original character#pearl#mermaid#tail#swiming#underwater#fantasy#mermay#shadow messenger#creepy#under the sea#cute#pretty#the misadventures of allen rail#AlexandeNight#clip studio paint#anime#manga#girl#woman#female#magic#digital art#drawing#my art
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Hi there! It has been a minute.
Just saw in the tags you weren't feeling well and I hope you recover soon.
I'd give some reminders to "drink plenty of fluids" and the like; but have read your fics. You are better versed than I am in these matters.
Please take care, and sending well wishes your way.
Hello !! <3 It has been a while but you know what they say *reading an authors work is like reading their heart* /j
But yeahhhh I've been ,,, not great lately. The combination of a cold and asthma definitely has me faring about as well as Peter Nureyev in my latest fic lol. Not mentioning the other chronic illnesses hell bent on making me far sicker than I really should be with this.
I appreciate the well wishes (and the reminder) v v much tho and I hope your day is going alright !! Or night since I am replying to this at like midnight ^-^
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this is the distance; this is my game face
A secret Santa gift for @alexandenight!! Happy holidays, my friend! Apologies for being a little bit late. I hope you’ll enjoy this! Thank you for being the wonderful person you are!
Prompt: Jon hiding a stab wound and Jon proceeds to work himself until it becomes serious. Martin (or whoever) are not pleased to find all the blood.”
CW: nausea, vomiting, blood
Fine.
He was fine.
He will heal; he always does, these days.
Right?
It’s all such a blur, whatever had happened after he and Basira had managed to get out of the room where they had ambushed a sleeping Melanie, drugged her, and removed the bullet from her leg. Her rotting leg. Jon had seen it spidering up her veins, the anger, the violence, the drive to hurt and to be proud of it. They had no choice—that’s what he tells himself, anyway. Has to tell himself.
How else can he live with the fact that he so deeply betrayed the trust of a friend?
Not a friend, not really.
Never had been.
But he has to admit—the scalpel dug into him, where his chest meets his left shoulder—hurts far more than any of the countless wounds he’s received in the past few years of hell. And that—well, that is truly saying something. But it would heal. It has to, right? He is the almighty Archivist after all.
The thought alone is enough to fill his mouth with bile. Or, perhaps—perhaps it’s the way his head spins even as he slumps at his desk, panting through the end of just one more statement. Just one more statement. Just one more.
His vision tunnels mercilessly, blurring the lines on the page so much that he should not be able to read it. But his lips still form the shape of the words, the same wretched voice projects the nightmares of others into the gaze of the Eye, feeding it whatever it wants. As if it is the one trapped in a cage, and not Jon himself. Trapped, and greying out, and spinning, spinning, spinning—
His body is forced to bend under the force of his retching, and he quickly claps a hand over his mouth as the statement ends, at last. At last. Eyes on the floor now, around the pulsing of his vision, he finds himself covered in blood—his own, Melanie’s, he cannot tell. Perhaps both.
Some of it at least must be his, however, as the floor is suddenly coming much closer, rising to meet his face, no way to stop it—
“J—oh, shit shit shit!”
Numbness washes over him like a blanket—he does not feel whether he hits the floor.
—
“…god, oh my god, Jon.”
…Martin?
No no, can’t be.
Can’t be, it’s.
It’s a trick.
Get up get up have to get up
“Woah woah woah, just lie still. Please, just lie still.”
A voice, gentle, trembling. Static. Echoing through the ever-growing fog seeping into his heart, his mind.
Martin?
“You’ve—you’ve lost a lot of blood, I think.”
Pressure settles in against his shoulder, sending lightning down his left arm and up his neck, vision darkening again.
“Ah—ahh! Mar—”
“Sorry, sorry, I’m sorry! I know, I’ve got to keep pressure on. You’re still bleeding.”
Opening his eyes at last, Jon sees that Martin is, in fact, correct—blood is everywhere, oozing from the…shoulder…thing. Shoulder? Someone had hurt his shoulder.
It’s all so very fuzzy at the moment. All except for the the fact that Martin is here, kneeling over him, alive. Looking after him.
Not gone yet. Not gone.
“Who did this, Jon?” Martin demands lowly, anger and panic putting color on his face for the first time in months.
“S’fine, M’tin, he replies, the slurring of his words alarms even himself.
Must have lost a lot
A lot of blood
“No, it isn’t!” Martin nearly shouts, voice ticking upwards with his disbelief. “I know someone did this Jon, and…and you need to tell me who.”
“Thought you—ah—ha—weren’t. Supposed to—ha—care.”
Regret immediately pools in his stomach at Martin’s stricken face, quickly masked once again by the fog that eternally surrounds him now. Or perhaps, not just regret—as Jon finds his stomach upturned again, gagging away from Martin, can’t let him see.
“Alright, easy, easy,” Martin soothes anxiously, rolling Jon over and onto his right side as he continues to heave. “Just let it out, it’s alright.”
Whatever “it” was, Jon would love nothing more. Would love nothing more than to rid himself of this weariness, this constant illness, shakiness, hunger. All of it. But he hasn’t been able to put anything real in his stomach for days—nothing to chuck up beyond his own suffering. Still, it’s a knife in his gut, in his wounded shoulder, in every square inch of his aching and exhausted body.
“Why isn’t this healing?” mutters Martin from behind him, more to himself than to Jon, pressing the flannel back up against the still-weeping wound. “The other one did.”
“Other…other one?”
“Oh,” Martin starts as Jon’s eyes meet his, as though surprised there’s even a shred of coherency left in him. “You—you hit your head on your desk when you went down. I couldn’t—didn’t catch you in time. I’m sorry.”
It’s the greatest depth of sincerity Jon has gotten from him in god knows how long. And it seems that Martin realizes his error too—as he immediately begins to glance nervously around the room, looking for anyone who might have overheard his moment of weakness with Jon. Of humanity. Of care.
He used to care so deeply.
And I pushed him away.
Pushed him right into the Lonely.
A second wave of unbearable pain courses through him, of an entirely different kind. Gasping as his stomach turns again, Jon cannot help but curl in on himself, desperate not to start retching again, make everything worse as he always always does.
“Gah—”
“Oh, oh, steady. I’ve got you. I’ve got you.”
Even as the words of comfort wash over him, the first he’s heard since he’s woken up, they are so very far from a soothing balm. For Jon both knows and Knows that Martin will leave him as soon as he realizes there is no real danger; realizes that Jon is only just falling apart again. Remembers that he should not be here with him, and decides that Jon is not worth the risk.
Again.
“Bleeding seems like it’s stopping—that’s good, right?”
Terrible.
He cannot say it, but he knows.
I’ll wake, and you’ll be gone.
You’ll be gone.
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HC: this happened after the war and the angel and the demon decided to go out together. Being free for the first time in 6000 years. And Aziraphale remembers what happened to him before.
P/s: this short comic was inspired by @alexandenight . Thank you again for this idea.
Link to the said comic
#crowley aziraphale#aziraphale#crowley#good omens#good omens fanart#good omens angst#good omens fluff
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Jon channelling his inner cat, and Martin being the best lap.
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Buffy As TMA #1
Spike: All I did was refuse to help! And that is hardly a unique quality.
For you, @alexandenight
#the magnus archives#buffy#tma quotes#buffy as tma#spike#tma#incorrect quotes#incorrect buffy#incorrect buffy quotes#incorrect btvs#btvs#buffy the vampire slayer
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