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Hi, y’all!

This account will be inactive going forward. I am leaving the blog and rec posts up. Hope you all have a wonderful day, and hope to travel with you again on the Penumbra!

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All This Longing by KikiJ. T. 36k. Complete.

Damien likes (well, it would be more accurate to say loves) Rilla. In fact, he’s had a crush on her since they met in First Year, but Rilla is oblivious.

Damien also thinks Rilla likes her new friend, Arum- but Rilla thinks that Arum and Damien like each other, and well, none of them are exactly wrong on that account.

For the record, Arum is under the impression that Damien and Rilla are dating, which is incorrect, but, in his defense, they sort of act exactly like a couple.

However, maybe they’ll get their shit together, eventually, over the course of a few open mic nights, a couple of college parties, a movie night, and, oh yeah- some exams and papers and stuff.

Super cute RAD Bouquet college AU. Enjoy! -Mod Mag

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Juno’s vision fizzes out right around where the man’s face should be.

He rubs his eye. The interference doesn’t go anywhere, and he sighs. He’s already tired - always is, lately - but this, at least, is not on him. Will the wonders of modern technology never end, he thinks, and there’s a ping at the back of his head of what is probably admonishment. I’m right, he thinks back, stubborn.

The man sits down at his table. Juno leans back; the shadow already obscures his features, but something about not seeing the expression on the face of his unexpected guest makes Juno want to sink farther into the darkness. He doesn’t like being looked at - call it paranoia, call it being shy, whatever. When you have one person in the world - another ping at the back of his head - one and a half people in the world, being generous, most people’s attention loses its appeal.

Juno waits. He doesn’t talk much, anymore. His voice is… uniquely recognizable.

The man is probably smiling; his tone sounds teasing, and that’s about all Juno can glean from the unnaturally stilted sound. Audio distortion, too - whoever this is, the chip in Juno’s neck is throwing a blanket over Juno’s head in an outdated and unneeded attempt at protection. He would get angry, or suspicious, or march over to his partner in crime with a scalpel and demand it out of him, damn the consequences… but he knows the feeling of that shadow in his head, now. The chip doesn’t know why this is happening.

“Do I have the good fortune of speaking to one of the pair people are calling ‘the new Buddy and Vespa’?” The man is tall and skinny, and folds himself into the seat across from Juno like it was left out for him. Juno feels one of his fists clench and hopes the scowl isn’t clear on his face, visible or otherwise.

He’d like to correct the man; he’s not trying to be anyone else. Juno doesn’t speak. His voice would be a dead giveaway.

“Not much for conversation, hm? That’s fine. We don’t have much to talk about.” The man leans closer. Juno guesses that the look directed at him now is one of quiet intimidation; he can’t say, since the features are blurring out like static on an ancient television screen. “You’re here for the Maxine Rutherford job. I’m here to tell you to drop it.”

Juno tenses, and the thief - because that’s what he must be, if he’s here to talk another thief out of a job - must pick up on it, because he chuckles. “It’s a big ask, I’m aware. There’s a pretty penny to be had - that experimental technology is worth an incredible amount of money on its own, and that’s not even touching what might be gained from selling her out to a competitor.” There’s something in the way the thief is sitting, the set of his shoulders - or maybe it’s just the chip in Juno’s neck, setting off urgent warning signals. This is a threat. “But I need you to understand something. Maxine Rutherford is mine. And you do not want to be in my way when I get to her.”

Juno pushes the panic button in his head, the one that will bring Jet running. And he’ll need to run, because Juno’s about to do something incredibly stupid.

“Not if I get to her first,” Juno says in two voices. The thief is still, and if he’s afraid, Juno doesn’t blame him. He remembers the way he felt, the first time he heard the Theia layered under his words.

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Reveries of Days Gone By by @hopeless-eccentric. T. 2.9k. Complete.

In thirty seconds, Vespa could take the suitcase and wash the blood off her hands and be done with the Board of Fresh Starts for the rest of her life, however short and miserable the ache of Martian radiation made it. She might not have an answer to the question of where the hell to go after all of this was over, but once she buried her knife in the woman’s chest and got her hands on that briefcase, she could at least have the luxury of trying to find one.

Unfortunately for her, the woman on the other end of the briefcase had a weapon Vespa hadn’t accounted for. She just happened to wear the exact same face as Buddy Aurinko.

This tore my heart out and stomped all over it, and I thanked it after. Enjoy! - Mod Mag

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“Mista Steel, we’re gonna miss it!”

It’s eight o’clock in the morning, ship time. Juno has a mug of coffee in one hand, a plate of rehydrated waffles in the other, and no idea what Rita is talking about. He makes a valiant attempt anyway, even though his entire brain feels like that little loading circle that comes up when he asks for too much from his comms. “The, uh. The ‘Vampires are from Venus’ stream?”

It’s enough to derail her for a minute. “Awww, you remembered!” Only for a minute. “But no, that’s not what I’m talkin’ about and this is way more important anyway. Don’t you remember what’s coming up, like real real soon?”

Juno looks around for a calendar, but the only one in the kitchen is from Neptune two years ago. “It’s almost winter, Earth-time,” Buddy mentions from across the room.

“So… my birthday?”

“No, Mista Steel, even more important than that!” Coming from anyone else that might sting a little, but it’s Rita. Juno has seen Rita’s party-planning attempts; the way they always seem to fall apart is never because she didn’t try hard enough. “The holiday sale, boss! They’re gonna be puttin’ up Crazy Capsaicin Charlie and we ain’t gonna be there!”

He can feel the eyes in the room on them both while he sets the plate and mug down on the table and Rita bounces in place. “And this is… more important than your birthday?” Nureyev ventures after a moment, and Juno struggles to find an explanation that will… well, explain any of it.

“Charlie’s this really big chili pepper mascot thing,” he manages, and he knows he’s failed to explain anything by the slow rise of Nureyev’s brow.

“And we gotta shoot him!” Rita’s screech is at least as urgent as if she were actively under attack.

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New Tag Update!

Hello, all!

I’ve added a new tag to the list: #Tumblr fic! I’ll be reblogging TPP fic/ficlets written on tumblr under this tag. To submit a fic for this tag, please reblog the post and tag the library. Thanks! - Mod Mag

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Hey! I'm quite new to this fandom and have become enamoured with the excellent himbo/lesbian duo that is Sir Caroline and Sir Angelo!

Are there any nice fics that are focused on their friendship?

Hi! Unfortunately, the Caroline & Angelo tag is pretty sparse, and I can’t find anything that focuses on the two of them specifically. If anyone else has any recommendations, please send them in!

However, I do think Angelo and Caroline are very cute in this fic.

long weeks need a weekend by Sroloc_Elbisivni. 2.8k. Complete.

The shenanigans of Camp Citadel's counselors on their evening off. Complaints, banter, attempts at romance, and Walmart runs.

This is just funny. It’s just a funny, cute fic, and I love it.

Enjoy! -Mod Mag

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Hey! I love this blog and everything y'all do for it 🖤 I wanted to see the top 100 junoverse fic rec post but the link in the post doesn't seem to be working (at least on mobile). Also, I was wondering if you had any recs for lighthearted or fluffy fics. thanks sm

Hi! From what I can tell, the issue with opening links in posts seems to be an android issue. (If you don’t have an android, please send another ask or a dm-I tested the link on my iPhone and had a friend test it on an android, but that’s a pretty small data set!) I can’t find any solutions to this issue online, so if anyone knows a way for me to link to posts in the android app, please let me know. In the meantime, you may just have to open the library on a browser.

The link to the top 100 fic rec post is here (or, to copy-paste into a browser, https://penumbraficlibrary.tumblr.com/magtop100)

As for fluffy fics:

Last Lady Standing by @hopeless-eccentric. T. 1.8k. Complete.

The crew of the Carte Blanche was about halfway through the third installment of the Super Loan Sharks: Loan Sharks That Wear Little Suits And It’s Super series when the pile of blankets that somewhere, somehow, contained Rita slumped over and onto Juno’s leg, thoroughly trapping it.

Juno assumed the same rule that applied to dogs, cats, and non-venomous rabbits applied to former secretaries as well, and got ready to be stuck for the rest of the evening.

My new go-to comfort fic with some LOVELY Juno&Vespa interaction.

deep into the mountain sound by @gerrystamour. T. 1.8k. Complete.

“What do you mean I can’t dance?”

Peter sounded legitimately offended, and Juno rolled his eye.

“That’s not what I said, Ransom,” he said flatly, finishing off his sandwich and putting the plate in the sink. “I said I could teach you some actual steps.” - In which Juno and Nureyev dance in the kitchen in the wee hours of the night.

Really cute and fluffy and lovely Jupeter fic, with a little bittersweet Benzaiten flavor.

All In a Day's Work by @this-is-a-podcast-fanblog. G. 2.1k. Complete.

"There is no such thing as 'bring your wife to work' day," Caroline huffed.

"Sweets, any day is bring your wife to work day if I say it is."

Quanyii bothers Caroline at work and it’s absolutely delightful.

Enjoy! - Mod Mag

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i fell hard in your arms tonight (it was nice) by opaldawn. T. 3.7k. Complete.

See, here's the problem. Vespa Ilkay knows how to cut a man's throat before they even notice there's someone behind them. She knows how to deactivate a burglar alarm with both hands tied behind her back. She knows how to save someone from a blaster shot through the heart, and how to let someone die from a papercut and make it look like an accident.

She doesn't have a clue how to deal with a stupid crush.

Just a super cute pre-Vesbud fic with Vespa being piney and introspective and gay as hell. I absolutely love it. Enjoy! - Mod Mag

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collapsing stars by  loonylu. M. 4.8k. Complete.

Juno has a certain reputation at the HCPD these days. Juno’s not sure how it even happened, but somehow he has become the officer that deals with people who report instances of domestic violence.

He has no idea why.

Not only is this fic gorgeously written, but it’s also got such an interesting structure/framing device that the second I finished reading it, I made this post. Please, please read it. Please. I’m begging you. - Mod Mag

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i've been having revelations (and i'm gonna let them shine) by  barelyanybears, dreamsanddeath, and GerryStAmour. T. 12k. Complete.

"It happens a few weeks or so into their crime journey. Heist voyage? Whatever. It’s been almost a month, and Juno blinks awake with something silky between his fingers."

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Simply an excuse to write sappy, fluffy, comforting nonsense about Juno and Peter being helplessly besotted idiots who construct the world's gaudiest magpie nest of a bed together.

Y’all, this fic is SO SWEET. I cannot convey to you how much it made a very, very stressful week feel so much better. I absolutely loved it. Enjoy! - Mod Mag

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👻🎃Happy Halloween!🎃👻

Here’s five SPOOOOOKY fics for your Halloween pleasure!

Trade in All Our Silver Bullets by hopeless_eccentric. T. 18k. Complete.

The only thing between Juno Steel’s head and the growling, pacing storm above was the dingy roof of an even dingier tavern. It had taken him nearly half an hour just to adjust his eyes, for the dreary corner in which he sat was lit only by a dying candle stub, holding on for dear life against the wind from the leaky windows.

If Juno had his choice, he would have been anywhere else. However, the hooded figure in the corner had caught his eye and snared his curiosity.

Juno’s a vampire hunter. Nureyev’s a vampire. What more could you ask for?

Recommended by @jet-siquliak​

Haunting, but not haunted by Ernmark. E. 12k. Complete.

Nureyev rents an apartment while he's casing his next target; little does he know that the apartment is haunted by the ghost of a long dead detective.

Juno’s haunting his old apartment, and he makes himself a nuisance for Nureyev. It’s very, very good.

Recommended by Mod Mag

Peter Nureyev and the Guardian Angels by ser_atlantisite. G. 5k. Complete.

“So, this is it,” Peter whispered. “The Court of the Angels.”

Where Brahma’s Guardian Angels received visions of the future, visions of murderers and victims and the bloody acts themselves, and deigned to send out their emissaries to apprehend the guilty before they ever were. To save humanity from themselves. For the good of all, the government insisted.

Funny, how often the angels predicted crimes to be committed by those who drew the government’s ire.

Whatever the truth of the program was, it ended today.

In which the Guardian Angels are a bit more, um, alive than in canon. 

Recommended by @seratlantisite​

when the wolfsbane blooms by goinghost. T. 2.9k. Complete.

The first time Buddy saw Vespa transform, it wasn’t by choice.

She knew that she needed to tell her. Not only were they partners-in-crime, but they were also partners. You could only keep the fact that you turned into a hulking furry monster every 50 days (the standard length of the Rangian moon cycle) from the person you were living with for 50 days or so. Then the hulking furry monster was out of the bag.

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Vespa is a werewolf. Buddy can't say she expected that.

Really cute werewolf fic, published just in time for Halloween!

Recommended by Mod Mag

jokes about my condition by MissjuliaMiriam. M. 1.8k. Complete.

Juno wakes up face-down in an alley and knows right away that this time isn't like every other time. Something is wrong. Something is very, very wrong.

Vampire!Juno fic!!! Hell yeah!!! 

Recommended by @lurking-umbra​

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👻🎃 It’s almost Halloween! 🎃👻

To celebrate, we’ll be posting some of our favorite Penumbra fics that involve ghosts, ghouls, monsters, and all things spooky! Send in your favorite spooky Penumbra fic (in any universe) and we’ll add it to the list! Self-promos are allowed (and encouraged!)

-Mod Mag

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One more day to send in spooky Penumbra fics! You can send them to our ask box or dms!

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👻🎃 It’s almost Halloween! 🎃👻

To celebrate, we’ll be posting some of our favorite Penumbra fics that involve ghosts, ghouls, monsters, and all things spooky! Send in your favorite spooky Penumbra fic (in any universe) and we’ll add it to the list! Self-promos are allowed (and encouraged!)

-Mod Mag

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I wrote a fic a few weeks back called Held For Ransom (by hopeless_eccentric on ao3) that I was hoping to promote!! Hate to shamelessly self-promo but look. I liked it

Held for Ransom by hopeless_eccentric. M. 28k. Complete.

Hyperion City was a hell of a town once you got a stomach for it. It was the beating heart of the state, with clogged highways for arteries and a million little cells flowing in and out of it like clockwork. It was a city that never slept, and so the pumping throb of commuters and pedestrians and tourists was a constant, two-way stream.

When one of those cells dropped dead, it became the business of Juno Steel, Private Eye.

Thanks so much for the recommendation! We absolutely encourage “shameless” self-promotion :) - Mod Mag

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Juno Steel and the Company Man by MrBurner. G. 36k. WIP. 

Following the THEIA Soul incident, a Dark Matters investigation sucks Juno into stuff he wanted to leave behind. A Soul prototype has been stolen, and after working like, Really Hard to save Hyperion from gentrifying AI once, Juno is unwilling to sit back and let the same thing happen again.

Fortunately Dark Matters is on the same side as him.

Unfortunately they're Dark Matters, and they've done a lot of shady shit.

Specifically they've done some of it to Peter Nureyev.

Oh. My. God. Y’all, I’ve been reading this for the past few days, and it has absolutely gripped me. Peter loses his memories and becomes convinced and works for Dark Matters. Juno is still reeling from the Souls. Everything is wonderful and painful and really well-written. Please, go read this amazing fic! -Mod Mag