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[meraiceril]

MORE Wolf 359, this time for episode 20, “the Paranoia Game”! I had about 5 versions of the different vine combinations alone, but these 4 (I thought) were the strongest of the designs.

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Episode 9 (The Empty Man): X

Episode 41 (Memoria): X

Episode 42 (Time to Kill): X

Episode 48 (Theta Scenario): X

[geisterzeit]

Today we admire the line of silk they have woven together, and we treat it as perhaps we always would, if we were wiser: with awe at its beauty and its impossibility.

[unnecessary-drawings]

Wolf 359 episode 11 "Am I alone now?"

[navoika]

Juno Steel and The Heart of It All

a sketch because i fell to the floor weeping before i had the chance to finish

[calocera]

been re listening to season 1 bc…i miss juno dahlia

[straighttpp]

cops are all good guys. the real problem with hyperion city is all the poor people :/

[gqdmitrivolodina]

For a second this was realistic enough that I was aboutta jump OP then I saw the URL

[ernmark]

Fanfic prompt: the crew of the Carte Blanche meet Smallfry?

I freakin’ love Small Fry. So very much. 

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It happens in an instant.

One moment they’re all walking through the back alleys of a smuggler’s cove, and the next Juno goes rigid, his fury so intense that it compacts on itself like a dying sun just before it goes nova. 

His hand is on his blaster, but he’s not the only one in this alley that’s armed. Fortunately, he’s not alone.

Jet plunges forward, grabbing the nearest smuggler by the collar and hurling him down the alley. Vespa and Nureyev peel out on either side, their knives drawn as they stun and disarm. Buddy merely shifts her weight to bare a single leg, to which is affixed enough artillery to bring down a city. It’s only a display at the moment, but it’s enough to make the rest of the offended smugglers reconsider their loyalties.

In all the confusion, one of the smugglers is lying on the floor, staring dumbly at a hand that is now missing several fingers. The shock baton previously clenched in those fingers is a bloody, smoldering mess, lying between the stunned pirate and a large cage.

Juno speaks between his teeth. “Get. The hell. Away. From that rabbit.” 

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Yes, alright, so there’s some confusion as to why Juno went ballistic over a creature that can only generously be called a bunny, but not one of them voices that confusion aloud-- at least not in the cove. They maintain a protective perimeter around Juno and his... friend?... while he helps the creature hobble to the Carte Blanche. But as the ramp descends, the creature snarls and backs away, shielding Juno from the opening with its mangled body. 

“Hey, shh, hey,” Juno says, almost coos at the creature. “It’s alright, Small Fry.” 

Now that is a nickname.  The creature is larger than a triple-cerberus, almost as big as Rita, and it’s got some obvious muscles that haven’t entirely atrophied from some clear malnutrition.

“There aren’t any cages on this one,” Juno continues, so soft and gentle he might be talking to a frightened child. “This is where I live. See?” He slips past the frantic creature and onto the ramp. “It’s alright. You’re gonna be alright.” 

The snarling lowers to a cowering whine. The creature’s ears fold back and it leans forward slightly, trying to follow Juno despite its fear.

He taps his comms. “Hey, Rita? Can you bring down a bag of Dusty Crunchies? We got someone down here who’s a fan.”

“Whaddya mean, bo--Oh my gosh-- is that--” The volume control on the comms thankfully cuts out the ensuing cry, but they can hear its shrill echo all the way from the ship’s command center. A moment later Rita erupts onto the ramp, bags of snack foods gathered in her arms. “OhmygoshohmygoshohmyGOSH I always wanted to meet her!” 

The creature’s swollen eyes widen and it huddles back, unsure whether to lash out or flee. Juno grabs Rita out of the way before it can make up its mind.

“Take it easy,” he says. “She’s been through some shit.”

Rita squeaks apologetically and sinks into a crouch. “Oh, I’m so sorry-- I didn’t mean to scare you, you sweet baby. Oh, somebody hurt you bad, didn’t they? Didja get em’, boss?”

“Yeah.” Juno pops open one of the bags and pulls out a handful of pseudo-chips. “Remember these, Small Fry? They got the soy dust on ‘em and everything.” 

Gingerly the creature hobbles forward, a few inches at a time, until it’s close enough to take the Dusty Cruncies from Juno’s hand. It takes a few cautious nibbles, and then it swipes the entire bag from him. Juno doesn’t seem surprised. 

“That’s right, it’s all yours,” Juno says gently. “It’s been a while since you’ve had a decent meal, huh?” 

The creature makes a noise between a grunt and a growl, and it nestles close against Juno’s leg. 

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It’s hard to tell what the poor thing is supposed to be underneath all that blood and matted fur; obviously this isn’t the first time those smugglers have been using shock batons to keep it subdued. 

Juno insists that the creature is a Martian sewer rabbit, but there isn’t a lot of literature on the creatures. What little Vespa and Rita can scrounge up on the species suggests that they might be the descendants of lab animals kept by Mars’ earliest colonists, heavily mutated by centuries of radiation, possibly cross-bred with some native fauna. Possibly.

It isn’t a lot to go on, but at least it suggests that some basic medical care won’t do any additional harm. Vespa is a field medic, not a vet, but she excels at learning on her feet, and so she makes do. Anesthesia is too risky; she considers tying down the rabbit while she stitches up the worst of the wounds, but Juno refuses. Instead, he wraps his arms around the rabbit’s large head and holds her steady 

Jet stands by, ready to restrain the rabbit properly, but she doesn’t try to claw or bite at Juno. She whines, she shudders, she buries her head in his chest, but she doesn’t lash out.

The possibility of a neck cone is suggested, and just as quickly dismissed. The marks on Small Fry’s neck tell enough about her experience with collars, and she’s too clever to be so easily deterred. Instead they opt to take turns watching her to keep her from picking at the stitches. 

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Jet sits quietly with her, each one at the opposite end of the room. He’s all too aware that he’s the largest of the crew, and by far the most intimidating. For a long while he is silent, but then she starts to scratch at a wound.

“You should not do that,” he says, and the broken silence is enough to startle her into stillness. “The sites of your injuries likely itch, but that is because they are healing. Aggravating them will only slow the process.” When he doesn’t move, she inches toward him, and then a little more, and a little more.

It makes practical sense, of course. According to Juno and the very scant literature, Jet is roughly the size of an adult sewer rabbit. The low tones of his voice might be close in pitch to her own kind. His low humming might sound like one of those cooing purrs.

Whatever the reason, by the time Jet’s shift is over, Small Fry is curled up in his lap. 

[dangerous-disposition]

And some Heart of it All Pt. 2 Meme Outtakes!

Bonus:

[morelka]

Buddy and Vespa as Muchas ‘Carnation’ and 'Lily’

[enesaimada-deactivated20201217]

LINK TO FIC! https://archiveofourown.org/works/26946712/chapters/65765464

Comm for @adverbialstarlight‘s fanfic!!! Ily Ly. Kisses u platonically.

[enesaimada-deactivated20201217]

JUNO STEEL BRAIN ROT HOURS IM SO PROUD OF HIM IT’S UNREAL!!! KISSES MY WIFE.

[rosenkranz-does-things]

jupeter commission for @jarchivjst!

commissions info

[rosenkranz-does-things]

Well, this is the season (click on the picture for decent quality)

[blue-mood-blue]

They tell him that is name is Benzaiten Steel.

They tell him that he’s been shot.

Officially, publicly, his condition is unknown - they haven’t released any details yet, pending the investigation. As he understands it, the investigation amounts to his mother and brother pointing to each other in accusation, both of them held in separate interview rooms of the HCPD while Ben lays in his hospital bed. They were hoping he could give them answers, Ben realizes when the doctor and the officer both hover around his door uncertainly before turning to go.

But Ben doesn’t remember anything. He can’t tell them if his brother in law enforcement went corrupt or if his mentally ill mother finally slipped too far. If it was an argument, or an accident, or which of his incredibly small family is more likely to lie. He wouldn’t have been able to tell them his name if they hadn’t told him first, because Ben hardly remembers anything at all.

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[significantlylesschill]

good news gang i fixed my hilbert design by giving him big ol eyebrows, apparently

[occhiolysm-art]

best line from all of season 1