#juno steel and the tools of rust

[lizweirdo]

i made this almost a year ago and yet i still miss them everyday… juno steel and the tool of rust what did you do to me….

#juno steel #the penumbra podcast #the penumbra fandom #the penumbra fanart #juno steel and the tools of rust #m’tendere #anjimile #peter nureyev #jet siquliak #ruby 7 #artists on tumblr #character art #fanart #digital artist

[grape-eating-vampire]

hey maybe you're right about 'not all men' because Jet Siquliak would NEVER

#can you tell I relistened to 4Ever Love #the penumbra podcast #tpp #jet siquliak #juno steel #rita minute 4ever love #juno steel and the tools of rust #junoverse

[a-linearis]

just relistened to juno steel and the tools of rust and my heart is shattering into pieces over and over and i just want to lie in my bed and cry. imagine what jet and m'tendere could've done together. imagine.

the episode is chilling and eerie and action packed and full of friendship and conflicting perspectives on the world and i love it so so so so so so much and i'm going to miss this podcast SO MUCH

i wanted to get the poster to remind me of the episode but shipping was more than the cost of the poster lmao

also i hate dark matters for preventing rita from giving jet a hug.

and yes i squealed at jet (effectively) saying he was aroace

#juno steel and the tools of rust #tpp #the penumbra podcast #the penumbra spoilers #tpp s3 #jet siquliak #rita [redacted] #m'tendere

[scify65]

;.;

#the penumbra podcast #juno steel and the tools of rust #Bandcamp

[izzy-maaan]

Some people don't understand the bond between a nonbinary person and their favourite penumbra podcast episode

#juno steel and the tools of rust #juno steel and the promised land #second citadel the fool in the garden of death

[waters-and-the-wilde]

image description: episode art from Juno Steel and the Tools of Rust which depicts Jet Sikuliaq and the Ruby Seven against a backdrop of destruction. Half of Jet's head is eclipsed by green flame and features of a skull. The image is overlaid with the text post by pogbur which reads: love is in the air? WRONG! flaming skull.

i can't keep track of a whole pride month let alone a visibility day but we were definitely having a nice yel about aro rep recently so it's as a good a time as any for this

#the penumbra podcast #tpp #jet sikuliaq #on his way to ruin an entire dating app #text post meme #aromantic #aro pride #the skull

[myeonnerism]

my experience with the penumbra podcast (junoverse)

yes i did think ruby 7 was red up to the point of juno steel and the tools of rust with jet's poster...

#the penumbra podcast #tpp #juno steel #peter nureyev #junoverse #rita [redacted] #vespa ilkay #buddy aurinko #jet siquliak #ruby 7 #aurinko crime family #peter ransom #duke rose #rex glass #tpp fandom please find me i am a poor hyperfixated man

[silverirony]

juno steel and the tools of rust remains unmatched. jet and rita. jet's maniacal laughter. M'TENDERE. their song. the ruby 7 girlboss moment. canon aroace rep. the fucking tragedy of it all. i will never recover

#this episode ruined me i will never forget it nothing will ever undo the damage #the penumbra podcast #ew.txt

[scifikimmi]

Yo so okay Juno Steel and The Tools of Rust really said we're gonna introduce you to a char you will absolutely love and then rip your heart out immediately after. Wow. Fuck that. Im a mess wtf.

#m'tendere #the penumbra podcast #junoverse #jet sequliak

[seasons-beatings]

Happy holidays, @randowhump!

Juno and Menieri: Flashlight

Juno hated the sounds of the machines. His captor sometimes used them for the experiments. Some of them shuddered, or hummed, or ticked. Others only made noise when something went wrong, in uneasy bursts, the clacking of metal hitting metal. They were all old and on the verge of rusting. He didn’t know what they did—except the heart monitor, harshly punctuating every beat, every breath he took. It was unnatural. It kept him awake for hours, staring at the rotted ceiling of the abandoned laboratory.

He was exhausted, too exhausted to think of anything but that sound, its sharp rhythm. His captor had left him tied to a chair. Each of his wrists were secured to the metal arms. Juno hadn’t bothered to struggle against the rope. He had been left here for some time, just waiting for his captor to return.

The door opened. Juno closed his eyes, but he could hear footsteps coming closer. An echoing sound, quieter, no less excruciating. The sweetest part of escaping would be the silence.

Juno opened his eyes to see his captor’s figure, setting something up in the corner of his vision. His gaze lingered over the cat-shaped mask they always wore. It looked dull in the dim light, as tarnished as all their tools. They were holding what appeared to be a flashlight. Not quite the kind of flashlight a layman might own. Despite the rust, it was undeniably manufactured with skill. It had a sleek body of steel, no doubt beautiful and sterilized when it was first built, somewhat complicated in the way only medical tools were.

The masked figure set it down for a moment. They were motionless, apparently studying Juno, although it was impossible to tell what they were thinking. Then they picked up a spindly metal frame and gently held it in front of his face.

It took him a moment to adjust his vision. He recoiled, pushing his head as far back as it would go. Another toy his captor had found in the ruins of the laboratory, he guessed. As the smell of rust filled the air, he traced its silhouette from the straps on the side to the very ends, which were sharp and intimidating even in the pale, faded light. The heart monitor began to work faster, its artificial rhythm falling out of place and becoming claustrophobic, ringing in his ears like needles. Such a horrible, unnatural sound.

��Oh, calm down.” His captor had noticed, clearly. Their eyes narrowed in a smile behind their mask. “I haven’t even started.”

“Just get it over with,” Juno said.

The masked figure gave him a small, polite nod, their eyes still glittering, and placed the frame over Juno’s face. They strapped it far too tightly around his head, making him wince as the metal edge dug into his skin. They pulled his head back and attached the frame to the chair.

They pushed something into place, making the metal click. The sharp ends of the frame came dangerously close to Juno’s eyes. His chest tightened despite the fatigue. He felt far too awake, far too aware of what was happening, aware of every little sensation pressing on his body and every little movement in the edge of his sight.

The frame lowered, closer… he could now see the sort of clasps on each end, although he did not know what they were called and he hardly cared. The masked figure pulled on a pair of latex gloves and pried his eyelids open.

“Hold still.” They attached the frame to his eyelids. Juno hissed. It stung. He tensed against the ropes, curling his hands into fists and digging his nails into his palm. But it was over quickly, and they soon stepped back from Juno’s face.

They held their hands up, indicating that they were done. It wasn’t much of a comfort, really, and Juno was too distracted to notice. The frame was holding their left eye open. He screwed his other eye shut, but the stinging just grew sharper. Tears of discomfort blurred their vision.

The masked figure had the decency to dab his face with a tissue, at least. They proceeded to pick the flashlight up, as delicately as a flower. Juno attempted to watch what they were doing, but the strain was too much. He was forced to stare directly ahead.

A bright light flared in his face. He let out a startled cry.

“Oh!” Even his captor seemed surprised. They lowered the flashlight. A bright echo remained in his vision, which soon faded. Juno relaxed slightly—but only slightly. “I’m surprised the batteries still work so well. I found it under one of the cabinets. It must have rolled underneath.”

Juno glared at them as best as he could. The masked figure laughed, softly and quietly, barely audible at all. It reminded him of the machines: a sound that whirred and buzzed like the call of an oversized insect. Like the clicking of mandibles and chitin legs…

They lifted the flashlight and turned it back on.

It was just as intense. He gritted his teeth against the sensation. His breath hitched in his throat, and for a moment the heart monitor was blissfully silent—before it fell right back into its stuttering punctuation.

“Are you crazy?” he rasped. “You’ll make me go blind!”

“You have two eyes, don’t you?” They increased the strength of the light.

It had only been a second, he reminded himself, and it couldn’t last long. But he could swear that he felt the heat of it on his skin. As brutal as the sun, as unforgiving as the pyre, burning into his retinas like a flame. His shoulders tensed. Another startled sound rose up his throat against his will. He could swear his iris was splitting. He clawed against the surface of the chair under his hands, struggling aimlessly against the rope.

The light cut out suddenly. His vision was left black, blurry white rings still superimposed on the darkness. His captor swiftly released his eye from the metal frame. The straps were pulled off and lifted away. Juno hung his head down and shut his eye at last. His breathing was heavy, but it slowed.

“There you go,” his captor said. “Easy does it. Blink a few times. Good, just like that.”

His vision eased into focus, and although his eye still hurt and the rings still echoed behind his retina, he could see again. He sighed.

“Did you really think I would do permanent damage?” they asked. “You have no faith in me.”

He shrugged. The procedure had probably not been as bad as it felt. But it hadn’t felt very nice, either, and Juno would be glad to never see that wretched metal frame again.

The masked figure set their tools down on the table with a satisfied curtness. “That's all for today. Goodbye. I will see you soon. Try not to strain your eyes too much.”

Their footsteps echoed across the room, and then the door closed. Such grating, agonizing sounds. They’re insane…Juno thought. But he felt no anger, nothing except a weary apathy. It was a lost cause, anyway. He just hoped he could get some sleep tonight.

Art of masked whumper

Art of masked whumper (no background so details are visible)

#season’s beatings gift #whump #whump writing #whump art #season’s beatings

[thesecondcitadel]

juno steel and the tools of rust pt 1 // second citadel: the demonic dance pt 1

the ache/itch of the fingers...

#I hope one day the concierge of the penumbra holds a trans dimensional meetup for all the characters and jet and damien get to bond #junoverse #second citadel #tpp #og posts #alt text

[a-linearis]

an appreciation post: jet siquliak

dedicated to: the friend who introduced me to tpp a few months ago

I really, really like Jet Siquliak.

He's probably the first character of anything ever I'd say I "kin" (if i'm understanding the term correctly)

Season 3 of the penumbra podcast was so good in the way that it experimented with the perspectives of the members of the Carte Blanche but Jet's just hit different oml

He is just so wise and intelligent, I find his rare sense of humour (and the way Juno interacts with it) hilarious! Him and M'tendere was just something else, like them two trying to battle with their own sense of guilt and trying to fix their wrongs, like d a m n. When M'tendere dies (spolier!) I couldn't believe it. I just couldn't.

Jet's voice is also just really nice to listen to.

His friendship with Rita is so wholesome, I love how they seem to balance each other out perfectly (Him and Rita watching conspiracy theory documentaries lmao), and his friendship with BUDDY AURINKO has literally become my model for any relationship I'd like to have with anyone, like, ever. Their friendship literally makes my heart ache, it's so well done, they know each other so well and they can always pick each other back up. ("Hi, this is Jet, your friend of 8 years" lol)

Jet as the "Unnatural Disaster" is also something I really like exploring (especially when i'm daydreaming lol). He's suppressing a part of himself, in fear that he's going to get out of control and hurt someone/cause problems, and for some reason, I found myself relating to the feeling of having to stop yourself/suppress parts of yourself that are deemed/you deem unacceptable (idk what this has to say about me oops-)

He's also AROACE like when he mentioned that to M'tendere, I was fully gasped, in public. As an ace + demiromantic person I was like "IS THIS FOR REAL??? FOR REAL???". And it's just so nice seeing an aroace person forming amazing, meaningful relationships that aren't sexual/romantic. Nice :)

we love jet siquiiak, we appreciate jet siquliak

thank you to the penumbra podcast!

#tpp #the penumbra podcast #jet siquliak #juno steel and the tools of rust #junoverse #the penumbra spoilers

[femsanzo291]

I've just got to geek out about the song "Any Day Now" from the Penumbra Podast. It is such a hunting little melody that is so fitting for both Jet and M'Tendere. It is a song about letting your past go and let yourself become a new person. Majorly though forgiving yourself and letting yourself change.

Jet who is saying that he isn't that person anymore because he no longer relys on the drugs that he used to, and while that is true he still is trying to convince himself of that fact. M'Tendere has already accepted that they are no longer the same perskn, but is hunted by their past and is trying so hard to help people to fix their wrongs. M'Tendere is trying to show Jet that he doesn't have to fully divorce himself from his past to become and better person. And this song encapsulates it fully.

Also Anjimile, who wrote and performed this song has such a beautiful voice. It really fits both characters so well.

#the penumbra podcast #penumbra podcast #music #m'tendere #jet siquliak #juno steel and the tools of rust #Anjimile

[sandrune-art]

I have just listened to Juno Steel and the Tools of Rust (I'm devastated, I loved loved loved this tale) and obviously I fell im love with M'tendere, so I went to look at who voices them, and the name Anjimile felt familiar so I went to look them on YouTube and suddenly my brain flood with memories because I was obsessed with their song Maker like 5 years ago. I don't remember how I found them and why I forgot about them, but I'm very happy to rediscover him as a musician and artist, they're amazing

#the Penumbra podcast #tpp season 3 #I love jet with my whole heart #he being aroace is so special to me #and M'tendere has stolen my heart too they had no right to be such an amazing character

[forlornfig]

Penumbra has the obnoxious tendency of creating guitar filled songs that make me want to cry

#referring to #a thief without a home #meet me by the river #any day now #juno steel and the tools of rust #tpp #the penumbra podcast #the second citadel #mtendere

[buttercups-song]

Me: lets finish listening to tools of rust while doing my makeup! I'm sure that's a great idea that won't backfire in any way!

Me 20 minutes later: stares into the void with tears streaming down my face makeup completely ruined

#anne listens to juno for the first time #tpp #juno steel #juno steel and the tools of rust