#kryptonopolis

[cantsayidont]

September 1983. Although not credited in the digest on whose cover this version was published (BEST OF DC #40, SUPERMAN: THE FABULOUS WORLD OF KRYPTON), this map of Krypton was drawn by Albert de Guzman and originally appeared in THE KRYPTON CHRONICLES #2 (October 1981). Many of the locales shown on the map had appeared in previous Superman stories, in particular the Scarlet Jungle.

A different map of Krypton, drawn by Howard Bender and Joe DelBeato, appeared in the Krypton entry in WHO'S WHO about three years later:

This version of the map is broadly similar to the De Guzman map above, although the captions for Kandor and Argo City seem to have been transposed: The vignette identified as Kandor appears to be Argo City — Argo had an environmental dome (which is how it survived the destruction of Krypton), while Kandor did not — and the vignette identified as Argo City looks a lot more like Kandor. My guess that someone switched the captions during production, seeing the dome over Argo and mistakenly assuming someone had mislabeled Kandor (which of course is best known as the Bottle City of Kandor).

#comics #best of dc blue ribbon digest #the fabulous world of krypton #albert de guzman #maps #krypton #kandor #kryptonopolis #argo city #superman #i love these maps of imaginary places #who's who also has maps of thanagar and rann #there was a more detailed map of rann in amazing world of dc comics in the '70s #which unfortunately is rife with errors #when compared to the stories it references

[suzukiblu]

WIP excerpt for Plot Bunny; Kara gets to Earth on time and the Kents get a two-for-one special on free kids.

He’s just so small, she thinks. Bigger than he was the last time she’d seen him, before the end of their world, but still so small. 

She doesn’t know how she’s going to do this.

But she still has to do this, so–so she’s going to do it anyway. 

She wonders if Kal will ever speak Kryptonian. She wonders if the aliens’ language will sound more natural and familiar to him, one day. She wonders if– 

She sweeps the porch. 

“Ma Mar-Tha Kent,” Kara recites to herself quietly, trying to get the accent right. “Pa Jona-Than Kent. Ka-Lair Zo-El Kent. Ka-Lum El-Ot Kent. Smoll-Veel. ” 

The accent probably isn’t right, but she’s working on it. Trying to, anyway. 

“Kuh-ow. Chee-ken. Brekk-fist. Lun-chuh. Sup-purr. Suh-nack. Pye.” 

It was so much easier before. So much . . . simpler. 

She was so much less sad before. 

But Kal needs her to not be sad. Kal needs to see her smile, and needs her to take care of him, and . . . and . . . 

Kara turns her back on him, making it look like part of the sweeping, and lets her expression crumple for a moment. Doesn’t let herself cry, because then she might look like she’d cried, or maybe he’d notice her scrubbing the tears away. 

Or maybe she’d just never stop. Maybe she’d just cry her eyes out of her head, ‘til they melted and dripped out and left her blind. She doesn’t need them anyway. They’ll never see Argo City or Kryptonopolis again. Never see Krypton itself again. None of her friends; none of their family. 

Never see her parents again. 

No. She needs her eyes. She needs everything she’s got, because Kal needs everything she’s got. 

She can’t deny him anything. She can’t let him down or leave him. She can’t . . . she can’t . . . 

She can’t let him down. 

And she won’t, she tells herself. She won’t let him down. Won’t fail him. Won’t let anyone hurt him or wrong him or . . . or . . . 

Kal lets out a startled chime of distress, and Kara whips back around. He's on the far side of the porch at the very edge of the big swing seat, his eyes big and alarmed, and he's wobbling forward. Losing his balance. Too far away for her to steady or catch. 

He's going to fall, she recognizes, and feels white-hot terror. 

And he falls. 

She screams. 

.

.

.

When she can think again, Kara's pressed into the farthest-back corner of the porch, curled up on the floor around Kal and sobbing into his hair as he chirps in confusion and tries to squirm out of her arms. She tightens her grip on him and sobs harder. He whines in distress. 

She can't make herself let go. 

“Ka-Lair,” Ma is saying, her too-flat voice gentle and worried. Kara tries to look at her. Ma is crouched in front of them, her hands held out in a soothing gesture. The swing seat is knocked off one of its chains. 

She doesn't remember how that happened. Is that why Kal lost his balance? 

Kal lost his balance. He fell, he–he–

She doesn't remember him falling. He was . . . he was losing his balance, she remembers. He was about to fall. 

And then she'd screamed, and then they were here, her heart thrumming triple-time in her ears, and he was in her arms. 

She doesn't remember anything else.

#plot bunny #wip: kara gets to earth on time #long post

[thevindicativevordan]

You have expresed your opinion on the Superman robots, but what about one robot in particular: Kelex? Little has been donw with him. Do you think he is just a foot note or he could be more?

I actually did talk about Kelex in my Fortress post!

Kelex is Superman’s equivalent to Alfred, but he needs more of a personality. My take on Kelex is that whereas Alfred is Bruce’s prim and proper British butler that grounds Batman, Kelex should be Kal’s snooty and uptight French butler that elevates Superman. Kelex speaks with a “Kryptonopolis” accent which is basically an upper class Parisian accent. He looks down on Earth and humanity, encouraging Kal to take more pride in his Kryptonian side, but does support Kal’s actions as Superman, viewing Kal as being more active in defending the planet whereas Jor was too passive. Rather than restraining him to a single robot body, Kelex should be the AI that runs everything in the Fortress, the “soul” of the fortress so to speak. You could say he is the Fortress of Solitude, the robots and mechanical appendages scattered throughout the Fortress we see, merely being his metaphorical hands with which to interact with the physical world. Kelex and Kara get along wonderfully, Kelex loathes Conner and Kenan for being troublemakers, respects Steel for being similar to Jor-El, and sees Jon as the heir and a chance to correct the misfortune of Kal not knowing much about Krypton until he was an adult. Kelex and Lois frequently are at odds since she wants to know all of the Fortress’ secrets, and Kelex has orders from Kal to keep some information private even from Lois.

Still like this take. Should add that his snootiness is expressed via his belief that humanity is doomed to destroy themselves because obviously they're inferior to Krypton in every way, yet are seemingly set to share Krypton's fate of destroying their planet. Our technology is primitive, our society is backwards (we haven't even progressed past nation-states!), and it has taken the Last Son of Krypton to bail us out multiple times. But hey, if Kal wants to make saving humanity his science project, so be it. Kelex knows better than to try to argue with the famous House El stubbornness and thus supports his master in Superman's endeavors.

Only thing I'd add is that where Alfred tries to reign Batman in, checking Bruce's arrogance and poking holes in his ego via humor, Kelex is Superman's cheerleader. Kelex tells Kal how great Kal is, how he's the heir to the glorious House El, how he shouldn't let those level 3 primitives give him grief when he does something they don't like. Superman obviously finds this a bit disconcerting, but he views Kelex as a sentient being and balks at "reprogramming" him to be less of a flatterer. One thing Kelex and Alfred have in common: their masters may have qualms about lethal force, but they don't. You show up in the Fortress of Solitude uninvited making Kelex deem you a threat, you better hope Superman is around to save your ass because Kelex has no problem vaporizing you, and asking for forgiveness later.

#superman #kelex #fortress of solitude

[jasminedragonart]

You ever think about how people refuse to flesh out krypton. Even when I was watching Krypton the show, a whole show dedicated to this planet, the most they did was show the different guilds within their societal structure.

What about the places? The culture? The language. I really want to know about these things. Why, on their wiki, does it say that Kandor used to be the Capitol of Krypton? Why does krypton have just 1 Capitol. That's like saying Paris is the capital of the world. Krypton had to have had countries, that, or only one part of it is inhabitable now what with the end of days. But that would still mean there used to be other countries. Like I tried looking it up and the most I found wre some scenic spots and maybe 2 more cities, one of which was Kryptonopolis.

Then there is the language. Does Kal speak Kandorian? Does he speak something else? What are the dialects of krypton? We know that, obviously, he speaks what the computers and Kara teaches him, but what language of krypton is that? Is it like in fantasy worlds where they have the 'common language' like just 1 that all krptonians know but don't necessarily use unless with people from different countries? This would make sense on krypton since they were a very evolved species, but it's never said.

Then there is the culture? What there is different to here on earth? What touches are common? How do they have sex?

Yes, it's a bit prying, but you have to understand, krypton has a reproductive system that has evolved beyond the need for carrying children. They have science and dna combination things to make their kids (that at least was shown). Which makes it all the more weird that they would still have sex. And have sex the way humans do. Give them alien customs. Make some part of the body weird for them. They're not going to 100% resemble humans, they can't, they're not from earth, they didn't grow up in the same environment. It was similar, but not the same. Give them sensitive cheeks, give them weird ways of kissing or hugging.

I need a fleshed out krypton and I feel cheated that we don't have one by now.

Even their animals aren't fleshed out. The environment they live in, the houses they live in. Just someone please flesh this place out.

I know, I know, it's gone and part of the mystery is that we're not supposed to know what krypton was like. But we've had tv shows and comics and all sorts where parts of krypton are shown or even mentioned. We should have more than we do by now.

Also, for the sex thing, the reason it doesn't make sense is that they're supposed to be this highly evolved species. I sincerely doubt they would use sex for procreation once those birthing chambers were made. Which sparks up the debate on the merits of physical sex in comparison to some other way a being of their intellect could spend their time. Or at least they would maybe find a less messy way to find pleasure, which, again, leads them down a route away from human procreation and into alien procreation.

#Krypton #Superman #DC comics

[blorb-el]

Once you got your engagement okayed by the marriage computer, Pre-Crisis Kryptonian marriages involved 2 consistent and essential aspects, the vows and the exchange of bracelets. The vows:

“In the name of Rao who kindled the sun, I take you, X, as my wife.” “In the name of Rao who shaped the moons, I take you, Y, as my husband.”

The couple would then exchange matching bracelets instead of rings. These bracelets were unique to each couple and color-coded - no one else was supposed to use the same colors. How this practically worked on a planet of millions is unknown.

Optional details and. ~citations~

These vows had a long history: they were in use for at least 17 generations, probably more, with the exact same words used in the wedding of Bur-El and Wedna Kil-Gor and their distant descendant Jor-El and Lara Lor-Van. (Superman Presents: The Krypton Chronicles, SPKC)

World of Krypton (WoK) (vol 1 not vol 2) has a fair amount of dialogue from the officiant as well: “Stand upon the Jewel of Truth and Honor, Jor-El II and Lara Lor-Van! Stand tall, swearing your love and allegiance, that all in this company may witness. For the vows you speak this day shall bind you as one for all eternity...before the eyes of man - and before the heart of Rao! Exchange the hued bracelets, my children! No others may wear the colors of Jor-El and Lara -- made husband and wife this day, and all days hence! May the countenance of Rao ever shine upon you, Jor-El and Lara!”

As mentioned, the couple to be married would stand on a crystal podium called “the Jewel of Truth and Honor,” possibly carved from the Jewel Mountains. Kal-L would later reconstruct this in the Fortress to get married to Lois on Earth-2. (Action 484 - Superman Takes a Wife)

(There was no officiant at this wedding, but to be fair Clark and Lois were already married as humans, and this was more a reaffirmation. Also there was no one to officiate.)

It was traditional to have statues of the parents of the bride and groom present (Superman 141 - Superman Returns to Krypton, SRTK)

It was acceptable for women to propose to men - Lara proposed to Jor-El. (WoK)

The officiant would wear purple, the bride would wear white. In the earlier wedding, the groom also wore white, but Jor-El showed up in a slightly nicer version of his normal day clothes (WoK and SRTK) (💀)

Weddings were rather public affairs; Kal-El, a stranger in a weird costume, witnesses his parents’ wedding in Kryptonopolis’s Palace of Marriage without being questioned (SRTK).

(Then again Jor-El and Lara getting married might have been the equivalent of the royal wedding since according to SPKC the House of El basically did everything ever.)

There is also a prehistoric wedding in SPKC which invokes Yuda, the old goddess of the moon, and also posits the marriage bracelets referencing the two moons: “by the glory of Rao, the sun, I take you X as my wife/by the mistress of the moons, Yuda, I take you, Y, as my husband.” Later Kryptonian society would shift towards monotheism and the reference to Yuda would be replaced.

(SPKC. The latter is set in a time before headbands were adopted as standard formal wear; interesting to see the women wearing them as opposed to the men.)

(WoK, with Kal’s presence referencing SRTK. The bottom right figure is Zod.)

(Action 484)

#anyway. sun/moon imagery canon #this doesn't have anything to do with weddings but did u guys know there was a canyon on krypton with constant rainbows #gay little canyon. yes i'm putting this into a fic. yes its a black mercy fic. #yes its a superbat black mercy krypton arranged marriage fic. #that dang marriage computer strikes again. #kryptonians are aliens

[ao3feed-superbat]

World's Finest

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/ntWHkZY by massolit A new translation by Solri Et-Danth and Mallory Blankenship of the acclaimed Earth-English classic, World's Finest (E-2023, K-tav:zhatavnon) brings to life the beloved story of Bruce Wayne (ʧæ.ðɹe.voð) and Clark Kent (wa͡ɪ.læ.gɛd) against the sweeping backdrop of Sector 2814 of the known universe. "Electric." — Hal Jordan, Lantern Review of Books "Elegant...a masterful portrait of literature's most famous lovers that will surely become as timeless as the novel itself." — Dru-Zod, The Kryptonopolis Times Words: 0, Chapters: 1/1, Language: Uncategorized Constructed Languages Fandoms: DCU, Batman v Superman: Dawn of Justice Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Relationships: Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne Additional Tags: Language: Kryptonian - Freeform, Crack read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/ntWHkZY

#ao3feed #superbat #world's finest #Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne #Bruce Wayne/Clark Kent

[nepobabyeurydice]

this is literally never going to be published but I like the concept so have my humble offerings.

Summary:

Kal hates Earth, misses his home and loves the farm. It’s a struggle to adjust when you had the light of Rao on your back for ten years and been a pariah for just as long. [Jor-El is murdered, Kal is pursed by Brainiac, and the world does its best.]

Kal doesn’t like English, it’s sticky and clumsy and lacks all the intricacies of Kryptonese. His Ieiu, Mother, had told him English was a baby language, it did not have the forty thousand years of history and development that Kryptonese underwent. It’s barely in its fifteenth century, and steals from other languages.

Ieiu Martha, Ma Martha, Kal corrects with a wince, had told him to be patient, to learn English first and then the rest of the languages and allow his tongue to relax into the clumsiness and thickness of English. Her accent was crisper than Ukr, Pa, she grew up in a city, called Indianapolis, sort of like Kryptonopolis where he had lived with Kara. Pa supposedly has lived here in Kansas since he was born, his own Pa moved them to Smallville after something called the Great Ukrression and there Pa Jonathan was born. 

It was a fascinating story and Kal wanted to read more, but the English swam oddly, nothing like the glyphs and markings of Krypton. Letters, what an archaic concept to Kal. 

Kara would’ve loved it, though, gone mad over the articles and writing and the breath of emotion captured in their odd positives made into negatives with a simple tone inflection. Kara had always insisted that she would join the Science Guild, but she’d be better suited to the Mediator’s Guild under Lord Fal-Ak’s division which studied the evolution of language and history or perhaps the Warrior’s Guild under Dys-Ur, not the Secret Police but the less warmongering, more culture interested section.

Ieiu hadn’t liked the idea of them working in the Warrior’s Guild with her Ukr, but Kal had sworn he would never join the Secret Police or the Upper Mediator’s Guild. He hadn’t wanted to tell her of his interest in the Labor Guild working as a farmer outside Kryptonopolis, in the fields of Argos where he could see Kara whenever he wanted instead of his Ukr’s lab in the ice plains. 

Kal huffs in frustration as the words swim again. How was he so bad at this? Ieiu had been getting translation implants since she was six! He wasn’t Meta Alura for him to be crying over a translation implant!

“Clark?” Ma asks gently. “Are you ready for a break?” Her expression is kind and open, like Kara’s. It’s the only reason Kal hadn’t run away to the arctic where Ukr said he could create his home.

And then there was that name, Clark. An English name, although Kal couldn’t see what was wrong with his name, perhaps because it was typically a nickname?

Kal swallows against the lump in his throat. “I think so, Ma.”

He tries to mimic Pa’s accent with the words. Ukr had explained to him once that mimicking human accents was the easiest thing in the world for his vocal cords built for a range of chirps to warn his clan of something called a Prehistoric Thon. Kal hadn’t asked what that was and Ukr hadn’t answered, 

Ma blinks, then a smile breaks out over her face. “I have a surprise for you. I was cleaning that pod of yours and I found something that might just interest you.”

Kal’s breath hitches, it had been so long, he hadn't worked up the courage to see the pod, to see the last piece of home he would ever feel beneath him. He had had no time to pack away his learning modules or plants when Brainiac sent its forces after him, nor would Ieiu allow him too. It would’ve made him all the easier to track. 

“Really?” he asks. His accent is still strong, good. Ieiu would be pleased that his skills of subterfuge are improving with every breath he takes on this foreign land. “Can we go now?”

Martha, Ma, smiles kindly. Everything she does is kind although it’s rough and sharp around the edges on occasion. A life full of struggle Pa had said. Kal agrees, but she had taken care of a strange child who spoke clumsy English and passed him off as a foster child, hiding his secret from the paranoid government. He owed it to her to be polite and meet that kindness much like he was helpful and eager with Pa. 

“Sure, it’s in the shed, I didn’t wanna move in case of it going boom.” she says, jokingly. 

Kal dashes upstairs, barely keeping from smacking into a wall and causing property damage. Her superspeeds into his work boots in case Ma wanted help after she was done showing him whatever his mother stored in his pod. The only thing he likes about Earth, the farm.

#superman #clark kent #martha kent #jor-el #lara lor van #kal el #raised on krypton clark #daily writing update #unfinished

[the-antiapocalyptic-man]

Zeta-Rho and Tal Zeta-Rho (or just Tal-Rho), the survivors of the House of Rho and Lara Lor-Van’s ex-husband and oldest child, respectively.

Surviving Krypton’s destruction along with a small population of others, Zeta’s initial distrust of the terran “Superman” who saved them turned to pure hatred when he discovered that this Superman was Kal-El, child of his lawful wife and her deranged, self-indulgent paramour, Cor-Vex. Considering Kal completely untrustworthy on the basis of being descended from clones, perverts, and general raconteurs, Zeta pushed the survivors of Kandor, Argo, and the Phantom Zone--now all in something of a loose, tenuous alliance as they struggled to define what a New Krypton would even look like in light of General Zod’s horrifying failed attempt to forcibly terraform Earth--to excommunicate El, seeking backing from Ziala Nen-Fe in the re-establishment of a proper Reign*

*historical note: a “Reign” is a Terran English translation of a very complicated, borderline inexplicable form of Kryptonian government, but is best understood here as Zeta essentially agitating for a fascist coup with the backing of Ziala’s religious constituents.

Tal is less extreme than their father, but none the less unsure of how to relate to Kal initially. As a child, Tal harbored many negative feelings in response to what they had perceived as their mother’s abandonment. Tal’s time with their brother and his terran family helped change Tal’s mind as they began to see the ways Zeta’s extremism and cruelty had forced Lara away and kept her away, separating Tal from Lara permanently out of pure spite despite her and Jor’s repeated legal attempts to gain custody of the child (prevented both by the Kryptonopolis government’s distaste for Jor-El’s claims of planerary destruction and Zeta’s willful act of turning his child against their mother out of pure spite).

Tal also has something of a romantic attachment with Kandorian Roboticist Lesla-Larr (who maintains the mock-Coluan cybernetics Tal received from a run-in with a Brainiac Drone) and is quite fond of the younger Lara Kon-El, both bonding over being non-binary Kryptonians and their culture’s history with gender, both before and after the planet’s destruction and sustained contact with Earth.

#dc #headverse #fanart #tal-rho #zeta-rho #lesla-lar #kandor #argo #new krypton #superman #superhuman

[chaotic-super]

Back To Krypton - Chapter 2

Read Back To Krypton on Ao3 here!

“I have made copies of the map with our route marked out. I couldn’t go with my first choice unfortunately so rather than a 3000-mile trek, we’re looking at about 4600 miles to the nearest city and then from there, we should be able to get proper transportation over to Kryptonopolis. Any questions?”

Nia raises her hand as she begins to speak. “Is it really called Kryptonopolis? Like Metropolis?”

“Nia, it’s another planet with many other sublanguages. Some things get translated and others don’t. Kryptonopolis is the capital of Krypton, and the only other English translation comes to City of Krypton, although it is known on Krypton as Kandor. It’s for ease of speech and…why are we discussing this? It has literally nothing to do with the plan. You were definitely the student that derailed all of the classes.”

“Is that a compliment?”

“No. It most definitely is not.”

“I’m going to ignore every weird interaction that was and ask how long we are expecting this mission to last?” Kelly steps forward.

“It will take longer than we would hope. It will take us between six weeks and two months approximately to hike to the city and retrieve what we need, and that is based on our average walking speed if we move for ten hours per day.”

“Two months! Kara, I like a hike as much as the next person, but two months is way longer than we want.” Alex is the first to complain, just as Kara had anticipated.

“I know and that’s why I want you and Kelly to stay with Esme.”

“You’re benching us? Seriously Kara?”

“I’m not benching you, I still want you on the mission with me, obviously, but I can’t justify taking you away from that little girl for that long. The travel alone could be two months but add in a couple of complications and it could be a lot longer.” Kara shrugs as she tries to justify her plan, spending that amount of time away from her sister will be awful but she isn’t willing to leave Esme without her parents, she knows how that feels and wouldn’t wish it upon even Lex.

“Kara.”

“I know, Alex.”

“And I also think that once we arrive, Brainy should stay with the ship, ready and waiting for us to signal for him to pick us up and get out of there. We have to make a sneaky entrance, but it doesn’t matter about our exit. We’ll have time-jumped out of there before they can see what colour socks we’re wearing.”

“Absolutely not, I am a level twelve intellect, I will not be left behind. You’ll need me to assist you in your mission.” Brainy stands from his chair, puffing out his chest.

“And I need someone who knows the ship to be on hand to make sure it stays in one piece and fully functional or we all die with Krypton.” Kara’s voice shakes as she reaches the end of her sentence, showing the group just how emotionally invested she is forced to be with this mission and how vulnerable she has been left.

“Are you certain that nobody else can do this job? Lena perhaps?”

Brainy barely gets the words out before Kara is shooting him down. “No! Lena is with me.” She pauses for a second re-evaluating. “Unless Lena would feel more comfortable away from the action, if you want to stay on the ship instead of Brainy, you can Lena.”

Lena eyes Kara closely, trying to figure out what is going through her head, but her face goes through her emotions quicker than she can keep up with them. “I would appreciate making the journey with you if that’s alright with you. I think it’s best that we all stay with our assigned tasks, Kara is taking the lead, and this is a very important mission. The last thing we should be doing is undermining her position.”

Lena tried to watch for a reaction from Kara but all she finds is slightly reddened cheeks. “Thanks.”

“This is getting rather heated, how about we all take a few minutes and go over our resources?” J’onn, ever the mediator, steps in to prevent any unnecessary squabbling.

The group disperses quickly, and Lena looks to Kara to talk to her about why she hesitated about her being with her on the mission, but Alex beats her, pulling Kara away.

Once Alex has her out of earshot she hits her with a tough question. “Are the dangers of Krypton worse than the dangers of being on Lex’s warpath?”

“Alex, how could I possibly give you an answer to that?” Kara looks at Alex the way she always does when she thinks she knows what Alex is thinking. “Is this about coming on the mission?”

Alex has only one priority these days, her daughter. “This is about whether or not it would be safer if Kelly and I came and brought Esme with us.”

Kara looks baffled. “The main dangers of Krypton will be the wildlife and the terrain until we get to the city, but I am confident that we can make it through that part. Do you think that once we are in those situations you can handle it? And more importantly, do you think that Esme can handle it?”

“That depends, Kara. Are you willing to do whatever it takes to keep Esme as safe as possible whilst completing this mission?”

“You know that I am and having you and Kelly there will make it ten times easier too, but I can’t make the decision on Esme for you. The only other idea to make the decision easier would be if we bring Nia along too and contact Lucy to see if she is willing to help J’onn and M’gann with the alien fleet but that would be up to you. This isn’t something that I can decide for you, Alex. This is a decision for her parents so go, speak to Kelly and come back to me. Alright?”

Alex hugs her tightly. “Thanks, sis.”

“You’re welcome, now go.” She gives her a push from behind as she saunters away to find her wife.

As soon as Alex is gone she finds herself reworking the plan in her head, creating checklists and racking her brain for solutions, requiring technology that hasn’t been invented yet on any planet.

Her thinking is interrupted by Nia. “Wow, I can practically see the cogs turning.”

“Hey, you. How are you holding up?” Kara shoots her a smile, but it doesn’t quite reach her eyes.

“I’m good, I was just wondering if there is anything I can do to help with the whole planning thing you’ve got going on, maybe take a load off your back?”

“Well, if you could dream up a way to get us across a lot of dry land with little water without dying of thirst that would be a great help. Do you think you could have a little research or maybe consult Brainy? I love the guy, but I can’t take him talking my ear off right now.”

Nia is visibly surprised that Kara has actually given her a task based on her unwillingness to put any burden on other people in the past, but she is happy that her mentor seems to have turned a corner and is willing to be open with the team. “Yeah, no problem. Want me to ward everyone off so you can have some time to think without them battering your head whilst I’m at it?”

Kara breathes out a sigh of relief, “I knew there’s a reason I like you so much. Send Lena in if she isn’t busy but if she’s actually taking a break then don’t disturb her.”

“You got it captain, but just for the record, you should take a break too,” Nia calls over her shoulder as she leaves.

Kara mumbles to herself. “Maybe…” She glances at a half-written to-do list. “Or maybe not.”

 -

 It is dark outside when Lena makes her way into the main part of the tower, having fallen asleep earlier on the couch and everyone vying to be as quiet as possible to let her sleep. She has a slight angry stomp to her steps at losing precious time to something so unevolved as sleep.

As soon as she steps inside, ready to start working, her stomps turn to a quiet tap and her movements slower as though she is trying not to disturb the air within the room.

Fast asleep, head resting in the crook of her elbow on the table as she is perched on a stool, sits Kara. A soft breeze flows in from the balcony and Lena shivers, immediately setting out in pursuit of blankets. She finds them tucked away in a crook in the corner of the room, where she promptly wraps one around herself, mimicking Supergirl’s cape and grabs a second before walking back over to the blonde.

She carefully wraps the blanket around Kara, being as gentle as possible as she tucks it into place to be sure that she doesn’t wake her up. With one hand, she tucks a stray strand of hair behind her ear, out of her face.

Lena isn’t surprised that she has fallen asleep, she has worked non-stop since Brainy figured out his plan and based on the still full take-out containers, she hasn’t even given herself a dinner break. It shows how stressed Kara must be if she hasn’t even eaten when she was brought food, the girl loves her food.

She works around the room slowly, tidying things up, and organizing the scattered papers until she can make sense of the writings. Kara really is smarter than she lets on, she guesses that she has always hidden it as part of her hidden identity.

She glances over the equations, adding more where she feels necessary or simplifying where she can, to save them time but overall, Kara’s workings are sound. Next, she moves over to Kara’s to-do list and her eyes fall on the third line.

3. Figure out how to recycle water without a trackable energy source.

Now that gives her a good starting point of what to do whilst Kara is getting her beauty sleep, Lena only wishes that she had Supergirl’s strength so that she can move her somewhere more comfortable, but she supposes that it wouldn’t matter anyway, it’s not like she’ll wake up with a crick in her neck like a human would.

She takes a seat across from Kara with some fresh paper and a pencil, ready to work until her brain shoots out something helpful.

Lena can’t help but take sneaky glances u every once in a while, checking on Kara frequently, despite the fact that she hasn’t moved even an inch since she entered the room. She must have pretty much passed out from exhaustion to be out like this, Kara once divulged to Lena that she can be a light sleeper, her super hearing often picking up things miles away no matter how hard she tries to keep sounds blocked out.

She finds her presence comforting and makes much quicker work of the task at hand than she thought, she designs a very lightweight water recycler which works using the motion of walking to power up the device, using the smallest power source that she could use.

She double-checks her calculations to make sure that the power from the device would not be high enough to be trackable and finds it to be just under the traceable amount, but that doesn’t give them any room for power fluctuations and if the device overloads at any point it would give them away. Her mind practically begins to whir as she tries to redesign her already super compact water recycler into an extra mini compact water recycler.

She does it. Just barely but it still counts. The key was to make multiple small recyclers, one for each person. Practically just an upgraded water bottle but with more of a kick. It would have been much easier to use solar energy but with the red sun, she didn’t want to risk any solar devices going on the fritz in retaliation to trading in yellow for red since that would definitely end in their demise.

Once she has the recycler down she goes back to the list, much more confident now that she has completed what looks to be the most difficult item on it. She even has a little chuckle to herself when she reaches point 12.

12. Make a list of necessary items to take along in personal inventory bags.

 Only Kara would add ‘make a list’ as a point on a list. She goes to start on the next task but detours at the last second, picking up a pen on the way. She marks off number 3 with a swift flick of the hand with a smile and heads back over to the table to keep working.

 -

 Kara grumbles as she lifts her head and stretches. She wipes the sleep from her eyes and scans the room disorientated. She doesn’t remember going to sleep but somehow here she is. Falling asleep is possibly the worst thing that could happen, how is she going to get everything done now?

“Hey, sleepyhead.”

Kara startles.

“Hi. Sorry, I didn’t mean to fall asleep. I need to get back to work, I have so much to do. Crap, I never even got started on the water recycler.”

She begins to stand but she is swiftly pushed back down onto the stool by insistent hands on her shoulders, “Sit back down, you are going to have something to eat, take a shower and then you can come back to work. I took over whilst you were asleep, and I have made some pretty good progress, so you don’t have to worry about it right now.”

“But I- “

“No buts, I have designed the recycler and I sent the schematics to Brainy, who is currently in the process of testing out the prototype, it might need a few tweaks here and there but we’re pretty much set. Oh, and I also completed more than half of your list. So…. eat and then shower.”

“Ok so firstly, you’re amazing and secondly, you’re really bossy this morning.”

Lena smiles widely at Kara as she places leftovers in front of her. “Thanks.”

Kara’s lips quirk up as she heat-visions her food. She should have known that Lena would have answers where she had none, she has always been able to pick up the slack when Kara lacked. She balances her out and makes sure she has her head screwed on straight.

 -

 Kara double-checks her list, making sure that everything is exactly right before they get going.

Everything that needs to be packed has been and it is all strapped down tightly for the journey.

Everyone knows what they are doing and where they are going, and Kara’s stress level is so high that is practically puncturing the atmosphere.

Maybe she should triple-check.

“Are you on check number 144?”

“What?”

Alex leans on the door frame, crossing her arms. “We are all set, everything is packed and ready to go. Everyone is ready and fully aware of what they need to do, in fact, there have been a lot of complaints about you over-explaining everything. Apparently, people don’t appreciate hearing the same information forty times.”

“I just want everything to go well.” Kara folds her list and tucks it into her pocket.

“I know you do kid, but you know our team, we’re all very capable people. Plus, with our track record, the plan will go haywire within the first two days so we’ll probably end up winging it anyway.”

Kara deadpans at Alex. “How inspiring. I wasn’t worried about that but now I am. Great.”

Alex shrugs at her, not feeling guilty at all.

“I can and will get Lena to tell on you to Kelly again if I feel like you deserve it.”

Alex looks scandalized. “How could my own sister betray me like this? This is ridiculous.

Kara shoots her a grin as she walks out of the hold of the legion ship.

She makes quick work of the ship’s many hallways until she reaches the cockpit where the team is waiting. She is about to speak when she hears Alex’s quick footsteps coming from behind her.

“Hey! Wait up, not all of us speed walk everywhere.”

Kelly and Esme giggle at Alex. “Babe, you’re going to struggle on this mission if you can’t keep up.”

“Oh, haha. Very funny.” The team was grateful for the break from all of the stress and tension of the last week of preparations.

Kara steps forward, catching everyone’s attention. “Before you all start to panic, I’m not about to make you all run through the plan again because according to Alex, you all hate that, and the plan is probably not going to work anyway…”

Everyone takes a second to glare at Alex, who is very aware of the fact that she just became the bad guy because she put her foot in her mouth.

“I mean…I didn’t say it in those words…”

“Anyway, what I just want to say is; thank you guys, I really appreciate you guys being here and supporting me. So, let’s get onto our next adventure.”

They all cheer. J’onn peaks next, “M’gann, Lucy and I will have the fleet in the sky first thing in the morning, so you don’t have to worry about us, besides we all have faith that you’ll get the job done, just get back to us in one piece please.”

“We’ll certainly try our best but if Alex walks as slow as she just did we may just leave her there.” Nia laughs. “Also, I am very glad I get to go see where little Supergirl played ball.”

“You’re kidding yourself if you think I will show any of you anything like that. You get tourist destinations only if we have time and even that is a big if.” Kara puts her hands on her hips.

“Party pooper.”

Esme laughs at Nia, causing everyone to smile at her innocent giggles.

“We’ve got this, I know we do.” Lena directs the words to the group, but she is only looking at one person.

“I believe my comrade to be correct, our chances have significantly increased, so let us get this show on the time road.”

Kara hugs J’onn goodbye, making sure to tell him to say ‘hello’ for her when he sees M’gann and Lucy and to tell Lucy to stick around for a while when she gets back for drinks. He begrudgingly agrees to be her messenger but still hugs her back tightly.

Kara heads over to the main console with Brainy. “You all set?”

“I am ready to launch and have packed multiple kinds of puzzles to keep me occupied once we land and I am awaiting your signal.”

“Thank you Brainy. I know it’s hard to feel like you’re sitting on the sidelines, but I need someone that I know I can trust to be on watch for the signal without being distracted.

“One of the perks of being techno-organic.” He puts a finger to his head knowingly and smiles.

She takes her seat and looks around at the team. Everyone is strapped-in, and Esme is holding her plushie in her hands as she kicks her feet excitedly.

“Up up and away in 3, 2, 1…”

#supergirl #supercorp #fanfc #kara x lena #kara danvers #kara zol el #lena luthor #back to krypton #ChaoticSuper

[gaykarstaagforever]

1967

Another proto-Elseworlds that is 100% about weird Superman family drama.

I am mostly impressed they some how got three installments out of "What if Superman had a brother and his family never blew up, and their dad was a dick who made then wrestle?"

I mean, that concept barely survives that sentence.

In this story Brainiac is a good guy and saves "Kryptonopolis" in a bottle, instead of Kandor. The bottle then winds up on Earth, Jor-El figures out they have powers now, and decides Kryptonian men should battle to see who is the strongest so he can be Superman.

Why he would care I don't know, since they could all just get big and conquer Earth. But I guess they aren't evil in this universe. A real missed opportunity.

Kal-El gets his ass kicked by his brother Knor-El (no I don't know how to pronounce that), so Knor-El becomes Superman of Metropolis. After confusing kryptonite shenanigans where people change size and spaceships crash into things, Knor-El feels bad that Kal-El sucks, so he lets Kal-El become Hyperman, hero of Montreal.

Take that, Canada.

I like how even in alternate time lines, Brainiac is still always putting one goddamn Kryptonian city in one goddamn bottle, goddammit.

#silver age comics #superman #comic book cover #dc comics

[heavenboy09]

In May 1959, It doesn't say what particular day. But back then it was hard to keep up with which day something took place on unless it was something really really REALLY important. But in any case. Today, the day that I am choosing. On a Faraway Planet known throughout the Universe as Krypton 🪐, Home and Birthplace Of The 1 Who Would Become The World's Greatest Superhero and 1st Superhero Of All Times 🦸‍♂️ The Man Of Steel SUPERMAN 🦸‍♂️ But He was not the Only Kryptonian That Survived That Destruction Of His Home World And it would just so have it, that The Man Of Steel would have some Friendly Backup, in the form of a Distant Family Member. A Cousin. This Cousin Of Kal-El Is Born From The City Of Argo, Far From The Population Of Kryptonopolis Of Krypton. This is The Day Kal-El's Cousin, Kara Zor El Was Born. The Girl Of Steel Has Arrived 🦸🏼‍♀️ SUPERGIRL 🦸🏼‍♀️ HAPPY SUPERGIRL DAY 🦸🏼‍♀️ #SuperGirl #GirlOfSteel #dccomics (at Earth) https://www.instagram.com/p/CdweLWEvFSn_05VydnRrA9-O3TA4j9NTYrzwqo0/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#supergirl #girlofsteel #dccomics

[iceh34rt]

Kryptonopolis is a hilarious name for a city.

That's like naming a town here Earthville.

#superman and lois

[suzukiblu]

WIP Wednesday: Kara didn't ask for this shit, please!

Kara pays the driver, promises herself she’ll take this all out of the brat’s hide next Nova Day, and then looks back at Experiment Thirteen and Subject Match. They’ve ducked into the house, if only barely; Thirteen’s slouched to one side of her doorway, looking restless and self-conscious, and Match is standing stiffly at attention on the other and looks sour. 

Neither of them looks Kryptonian at all. They’re wearing strange, indecently tight clothes with no over-robes and have too-expressive faces and very odd haircuts. Thirteen has an earring in one ear; Match isn’t wearing any jewelry at all. Thirteen at least has the crest of El on his chest and the strangely-cut and ridiculously short jacket he’s in, but Match is wearing a crest that definitely isn’t Kryptonian, which–why, Kal? Why is that a thing? 

It’s been five minutes and Kara is already exhausted.

She never should’ve left Argo City. Kryptonopolis is just too much trouble and keeps her too accessible for both Kal’s latest crusade, the council’s latest nonsense, and Aunt Lara’s weekly check-ins. She’s a decorated general with important things to do and an important job to do, but try telling anyone in their family that.

#anonymous #wip: krypton lives and kara did not sign up for this

[redemptivexheroics]

Adventures On Krypton [Jake/Kara]

@inkdreamt​

Jax was copying down data for his mentor Jor-El, they had come to Argo City to help in some new research that Kara’s father had been doing. He was just finishing up when he saw Kara peek into the lab and trying to get his attention, setting aside the device he was using he walked over but before he could say anything, Kara had pulled him through the door and into the hall. 

“Kara what are...” Jax started but was cut off by his mouth being covered up by the younger Kryptonian. She whispered that she had come across a cave that no one had explored and wanted to know he wanted to tag along and when she removed her hand. 

“Kara Zor-El I never thought I see the day where you were trying to convince me of breaking the rules” But Jax couldn’t resist a little adventure, he had only seen bits and pieces of Argo City and was keen to see all there was, he had enough of Kandor and Kryptonopolis well, even though he had been taken in by the El’s he didn’t want to press his luck and make Jor-El look bad. 

“Let’s do it, but how are we gonna get past your parents and Jor-El?”

#Jax-Eth #My Own Hero Verse #[Pre-Krypton's Destruction] #Adventures On Krypton #Kara #inkdreamt

[olicitybishop-clairmont]

“Kryptonopolis”.

Really?

#superman & lois #superman and lois #superman and lois 1x02 #superman and lois spoilers

[argyle-s]

Summary:

Supergirl makes a Facebook post, Lucy gets a visitor, and Sam is a useless mess.

Notes:

First, I want to thank everyone who sent me messages of support last week. Thank you. Each and every one meant a lot to me.

This is going to be the last chapter for a while. I wish I could tell you how long, but I'm not sure. What I will say is that I will come back as soon as I am able to work on this story again. I love the world, and I want to see it through to the conclusion.

See you guys on the flipped side.

Preview:

From Facebook

Supergirl Zor-El

Thursday, March 9th, 2016

I’m sitting on my balcony watching the sun rise as I write this. Thinking of home. Thinking of Argo, the City of the Long Twilight.

The orbital mechanics of Krypton meant that, unlike the Sun, Father Rao did not move across the sky at a constant rate. He would rise, and then stop for long stretches of time, sitting still in the sky, before he would move across the sky again, and stop once more. If you were in Argo or Erkol, Rao stopped on the horizon. If you were in Kandor or Kryptonopolis, Rao stopped directly overhead, or on the opposite side of the planet leaving you in darkness for periods of time that lasted weeks by Earth standards. Those cities were the four Cardinal Cities. Kandor the City of the Long Day, Kryptonopolis the City of the Long Night, Erkol the City of the Long Dawn, and Argo, my home, the City of the Long Twilight.

On Krypton, I could sit in my bedroom, and look out the window at the face of Rao on the horizon for hours, bathing in His divine light, meditating on my lessons, or working on a painting or a sculpture or some other project. I could sleep in His light, and wake to see Him in the same place. Rao was a constant, stable presence, and He moved infrequently.

Here, the sun moves constantly, never fixed in the sky, always changing. I will admit, all these long years later, I find it unnerving, but it a perfect metaphor for my life. When I was a child on Krypton, my life was steady, stable, constant and fixed. My mother and father, my aunts and uncles, my House and my Guild, my teachers and my fellow students, my studies and my duties. There was an order to it, and change was slow and rare. When I came to Earth, all of that changed. People I loved died, friends left, routines changed before I could fully settle into them. A few short months in school and I had a new teacher, a new schedule, new classmates. Middle school was over before I really understood it, and high school came and went, and college soon after. I changed jobs with a frequency that would have stunned and mortified anyone on Krypton, where one chose a Guild and stayed there for life.

The uncertainty of work, of living arrangements, of day-to-day routine, I have long since adapted to, but the one thing I will never accept is the impermanence of connection. On Krypton, we forged connections with our peers at a young age, and they remained our friends, our companions, our coworkers and our confidants for life. Our circles of companions might have expanded but given our long lifespans and our medical technology it rarely contracted before we reached a hundred and fifty of your years. We are, as a people and as individuals, unaccustomed to loss.

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