#JoR WIP

[the-ellia-west]

JoR Question for the Taglist

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Which of these orders for characters do you prefer?

1: Order by Ellia's Random vibes:

Ronan, Mangrove, Finn, Morena, Wild, Phenik, Rose, Jak, Fye

2: Order By Intro on timeline:

Ronan, Finn, Morena, Rose, Jak, Mangrove, Wild, Phenik, Fye

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Then the second question:

What would you like to be tagged in?

Everything

Anything more important than random ramblings

Only important things

Other (pls specify)

Please answer in Replies or reblogs. PLEASE do not just like this post. If you would be added to the taglist and are not currently on it. Please ask to be added as well <3

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[dio-icarticaae]

So I had a thought.

Krypton is destroyed by its radioactive core, and Jor-El figures out this is going to happen and tries to convince everyone to leave/figure out a way to survive or mitigate this. There are obvious parallels to climate change/global warming here, and how the warnings of climate scientists are ignored by people in power.

As Superman, Clark deals with a lot of natural disasters - earthquakes, tsunamis, wildfires, hurricanes, etc. All of these things are increasing in severity and in frequency from climate change. And because he's intervening in natural disasters like this, he knows and can see firsthand how much climate change/global warming is changing things.

Does it remind him of how Krypton was destroyed? Does he worry about Earth being destroyed in a similar way to Krypton and he can't really do anything to stop it because actions have to be taken by humans? Does he relate to Jor-El's attempt to save Krypton?

I feel like Clark has a lot of feelings about this.

[suzukiblu]

WIP excerpt for qwertynerd97 behind the cut; Kara gets to Earth on time and the Kents get a two-for-one special on free kids.  (( chrono || non-chrono ))

Pa finishes closing up the barn doors and then beckons Kara after him, and she follows him into the house much earlier than they’d normally go inside. Kal is sitting on the sitting room rug playing with his stuffed Krypto, and Ma is flitting around the house and seems to be doing different chores from usual too. She’s collected an odd assortment of things on the table in the kitchen–a box of fat white wax cylinders and a bigger metal cylinder with a clear flat lens at one end but no accompanying lens to see through on the other, and a small square-shaped metal device with a metal spiral on top and a dial on its side, and also some strange-smelling metal cans sitting on the floor next to the “fridd”. There’s a few other things scattered around the kitchen and living room that Kara doesn’t recognize or know the purpose of, but she doesn’t really know what to think of any of them. 

They’re just, well–things.

Kara’s getting used to not knowing what things are. Getting used to the constant sense of disorientation, the confusion, the displacement; the feeling of everything always being alien. Nothing ever being familiar. Nothing ever feeling–

She’s getting used to all that. Yes. 

She doesn’t have a choice about it, because nothing will ever be familiar again. 

Nothing ever can be familiar again, because the only thing left of their “familiar” is her and Kal and some smashed wreckage and a few crystals. 

And Kal won’t even know the difference in the end, assuming he even knows the difference now.

He’s never cried for Aunt Lara and Uncle Jor the way she expected him to. Never . . . 

She’d thought he’d cry for them. Thought he’d be inconsolable without them. Thought the grief would come for him too, and the loss and frustration and need, and . . . 

She doesn’t even know if he cares they’re gone. 

He–cares, she tells herself; of course he cares. He . . . he must. 

( if he knows. if he understands. if he even REMEMBERS them, remembers ANYTHING, remembers– )

Kara makes herself smile for Kal as she crosses the living room and crouches down beside him to check on him. He’s playing with his stuffed Krypto, still, and a few of the set of painted wooden cubes that Ma and Pa like to stack for him and he likes to knock over are scattered around him, along with the soft little patchwork blanket Ma gave him. He seems happy, and unconcerned with anything else. He babbles at her and baps his Krypto against her face. She tries not to concentrate on the flat, toneless register his babbling keeps slipping into; the way he’s clearly imitating the aliens’ language more than he is Kryptonian. 

“Krippo! Krippo!” Kal announces excitedly, and Kara doesn’t concentrate on the missing notes in his voice. 

Or on his accent on the word “Krypto”, and how close it is to the way Ma and Pa say it. 

“Hi, Krypto,” she says, poking his soft stuffed nose gently in return. Kal giggles and baps her harder. 

“Krippo Krippo!” he says happily, and then–“Krippo pie!” 

He means he wants a snack, she knows. Kal’s started doing things like that; suggests “feeding” Krypto when he’s hungry or wants something to eat himself. “Krippo up” and “Krippo out” are both new additions to his vocabulary too. He uses words almost as much as he chimes, even, or even uses any other calls at all. 

She didn’t know he’d start talking so quickly. Just–after the first few words, he got to phrases much quicker than she expected, so simple sentences probably aren’t too far away either. Which–Aunt Lara and Uncle Jor are both–were both brilliant, obviously, so she supposes she shouldn’t be surprised. Though she doesn’t really know how quickly most babies learn either, so maybe it’s not even as quick as it feels to her. 

Just–it feels so fast. He couldn’t talk at all when they got here. He’s taller than when they got here. Taller and broader and heavier and better at using his hands, and crawling better and better and even pulling himself up to standing against the furniture, sometimes. She’s seen him try to take steps with its support, even, though he hasn’t quite figured it out yet and she usually has to catch or steady him before he can fall. Even his hair’s grown a little, and it’s curling more and more. 

It’s . . . it’s been so much change in him, it feels like. So much change that Aunt Lara and Uncle Jor never saw, and never will. So much more change to come that they’ll never, ever know about. He never said a word to either of them. He never . . . never . . . 

Someday he’ll be grown enough they wouldn’t even recognize him if they saw him. If they could see him, she means. 

But they can’t, of course. 

Kara makes herself keep smiling for him and picks up a couple of the cubes to stack up for him too. They're brightly-colored, at least for this planet–almost nothing here seems to be quite as intensely saturated as anything back home was, and it’s all just as flat as the alien’s voices. There’s no iridescence to the whites, no texture or shimmer in the blacks, and all the other colors are just one or two-note hues at best. 

The little yellow sun’s light is as layered as a nebula, still holding little glimpses of its past bright white youth and already glimpses of its future powerful red maturity, but mostly just a thousand shades of swirling, burning yellow shining with eager purpose and promise and depth, but that’s the only thing. Everything else is just . . . flat. 

Sometimes it makes Kara feel like she isn’t even real. Like the aliens and their planet aren’t even real, and she’s dreaming all this in stasis as her ship chases Kal’s across the stars. 

Or she’s dreaming all this as their whole world burns down and falls apart and self-immolates in the last moments of her life, with no hope or chance at survival at all. 

She stacks another couple of cubes into a tower. Kal knocks it over with his Krypto, and laughs in delight as it falls apart. 

It doesn’t burn, but Kara can taste ash in her mouth anyway. 

[the-ellia-west]

Wellll... you asked for it?

My WIP is a plan I one day hope to turn into a comic called Jest of Royalty (JoR). It's a Story about redemption and love with sub themes of Found Family and Mental health/psychology.

It has A Center Cast of 8, In Universe called 'The Wolves of the Hearth' (for simplicity sake: Wolves)

Ronan - The Mc, Resident Revenge monster and passion/drive of the group, likes punching things

Finn - The mentor, Resident leader/ father figure, and responsible one in the group, likes travel and not sleeping

Morena - The Healer, Resident mom figure and The kind lovely support of the group, likes connecting with people and plants

Rose - The Fighter, Resident badass and Protector, likes supporting her brother (in-law) and magic

Jakkon - The Strategist, Resident Hostile 2nd mentor and smart guy, likes supporting his sister (in-law) and not having to deal with this BS

Mangrove - The Antagonizer, Resident fallen god and challenger, likes gold things and causing trouble

Wild - The Ghost, Resident stealth guy and baby of the group, likes food & Safety and making observations

Phenik - The Heart, Resident cinnamon roll and self-sacrificer, likes peace and trying new things

Long story short, Mangrove's staff is broken in a fight, and it's pieces scatter across four main kingdoms, Vynduris, Ferven, Sar, and Nylix, snd the Wolves (it's a new name ough I'm gonna have to get used to that) go off to collect the shard to prevent the Alliance [Name pending] from collecting them first and unleashing havoc by the winter solstice.

It's got lots of travel, self-realization, threats of war or conflict, just a Little bit of death, a lot of suffering, and a sweet lovely found family fighting for their lives sometimes against each other until they figure themselves out.

My plot has been massively overhauled several times and I'm working on doing it again. The characters are my main focus for now.

TELL ME ABOUT YOUR WIP PLEASE

[milkydraws8]

jor el, lara, and their wip

[loisinherlane]

Gen Fic Recs

Here are some of my fave gen fics for mostly comics. Please give them some love, as gen fics are routinely underlooked. <3

Rex Racer on the Final Turn by GrayJay - X-Men (Comics) - A epistolary fic based on 616 canon, focusing on the Summers brothers. It's very long and detailed and fits neatly into canon while updating to modern tech. I cannot emphasize enough how much I love this one.

You're the Comeback Kid by ryoukootonashi - DCU (Comics) - Roxy Leech + Kon, about Roxy reacting to Kon's death. A nice focus into a relationship DC has neglected for years.

Sure on this shining night by mediant - DCU (Comics) - Lots of good stuff from the Superfam Secret Santa, but this one sticks out for digging into Kryptonian customs. I just adore it.

a window opens up (someone calls your name) by sheikahs - DCU (Comics) - A post-Mercury Falling Thad redemption. For those of you who know, I don't think I need to say more. But I just loved the premise, and it was so, so good.

The Irredeemable Beast by OhMyStarsAndGarters - X-Men (Comics) - A fic which reconciles Hank McCoy's previous characterization with all the stuff that's happened in recent years. If you liked Hank McCoy and want a good story following modern comics, this is for you. It's still a WIP, but I've been loving it.

how big, how blue, how beautiful by merils - DCU (Comics) - Friend fic <3 but also listen to Rimi, Ph.D. in Kon about his trauma and enjoy the Clark + Kon dynamic. No one gets Clark + Kon like Rimi.

Family Ties by SolidCoffee - TMNT - Another friend fic, but Raph as a dad with family drama. It's so much fun and complex, and I love Jamie's attention to detail.

PLUS a self-plug

Right to Remain Silent - DCU (Comics) - Focuses on an outsider POV of what happens after Jor-El and Lara Lor-Van send their son away.

[theoutcastedartist]

"The Children of Loki"

Fenrir, Hel, & Jörmungandr!

I'm happy with how these came out! I'm reworking a lot of "The Gift From Paradise" so there's gonna be a couple of redesigns and/or new characters the next time I touch this series of mine!

I need to make proper sheets for Hel and Jor someday.

Some sketch, line, & color WIPs for this drawing <3

[emerald-worldsfinest]

87 now! The secert is put so much shit out so Jor can be peer pressured to adding the tumblur fics on a03.

If we play our cards right. We could even get updates on their WIPS!

Good job😂😌

[anamateurhumanbeing]

1, 2, 11, 30?

1. the last sentence you wrote

Vi clenched her fist as Jinx's laughter grew louder.

2. a character whose POV you’re currently exploring

Vi from Arcane.

11. a WIP you’d like to finish someday

Just one? I have a draft for a Smallville fic where Jor-El agreed to clone Zod's son. This results in Lor-Zod being sent to earth alongside Clark and Kara, and Jor-El and Zod being allies (and that's not a good thing). No idea when/if I'll ever actually finish it.

30. share a fic you’re especially proud of

Price of Power. Just a quick Owl House oneshot in an Empress Luz AU, with the focus on her suffering from the same palisman sickness Belos did.

Thanks for the ask! In case someone else wants to ask me something, or try it with their own followers.

[the-ellia-west]

One of my favorite details is how Wild Mimics People who feel high emotions because he wants that. And LOGICALLY to a 13-year-old who doesn't feel many emotions, if he just does what this person does when they're angry he should feel angry too right?

So he naturally latches onto the ones who show the most emotion in the group: Ronan, Mangrove, and Jak

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Mangrove: *pissed, and doing it just to spite Finn* *Bats a vase off a table like a cat and smiles smugly*

Wild: *Watching this. Decides to try it* *Picks up glass cup*

Finn: NONONONONONONONONONO-

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[onlymethateverwas]

WIP Wednesday

tagged by gayass @cer-rata

Here’s how it works:

Make a list of five of your WIPs for your followers to chose from.

Provide a short synopses/teases to give some context.

Post a snippet from one of your fics that you’ve worked on in the past week.

Your followers get to send an ask with one of the five listed WIPs!

You must then write a paragraph or so in that file. If the filename is one you can’t share from (for example, an event or gift fic), write a paragraph on it anyway, and then another that you can share from something else.

Adjust the writing requirement depending on the size of your following. The point is to make some progress, so if you're not expecting a lot of asks, maybe make your goal bigger, and the inverse is true for large followings. Do you.

File names:

None of them from BartKon week bc they're all finished and queued for publishing hehe

This Ship Will Carry Our Bodies Safe to Shore: Now that Hikaru and Sai have reunited in life, they try to navigate their friendship while taking responsibility for past mistakes. [Hikaru no Go]

The Red House (and all who live in its walls): Bart Allen has left his lover. What will Kon El do now? [DC Comics]

Untitled Prime Earth x Smallville crossover fic: Bart Allen of Pre-Flashpoint Origins meets Clark Kent of Smallville. [DC Comics & Smallville]

Untitled Clark Kent Origins Reboot fic: What if Jonathan and Martha found Clark in 2024 when their lives weren't so simple and easygoing? [DC Comics]

When Jon Came Home: What if Jor El wasn't a cunt and actually called Clark to let him know that his son got sucked into a wormhole, and they worked together to rescue Jon from Ultraman's volcano? And what if Jon comes back different anyway, but this time an eleven-year old instead of seventeen? [DC Comics]

[blorb-el]

trick or treat (your pick of fic)!

another lil writing exercise wip form the fic graveyard! clark has been whammied with some sort of... magically infused fear toxin? iirc? and has locked himself away about it :) i'd have to check the kryptahniuo here, wrote it a long time ago partially to practice using the language.

gen, 530ish words, no particular warnings, trinity

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The earthquakes had been mild. They’d begun thirty-six hours after the dosing, and had tapered off five hours after that. The scientific community was still mystified at the small scale of the earthquakes and their origination point deep in the Arctic, far from usual tectonic plate activity.

Bruce enters the main hall, eyes darting around. There, between the states of Jor-El and Lara, lies Clark’s cape. It’s crumpled small, alone on the floor, brilliant splash of red against the serenity of blue and glowing white.

“Clark,” he calls out. No answer.

“Fortress. Show me where Kal-El is.”

The ever-shifting low chimes turn down in volume for a moment, then return, and a soft glow blooms under the floor leading to the main body of the building. Not Clark’s quarters.

He follows the path. Under the globe of Krypton, through the man rows of mostly-empty animal habitat. To the main laboratory, and there’s another arched doorway at the end that Bruce has never been through, that’s never been open while he’s been here. It’s closed now, and the cool refracted light plays across the door, then slowly fades like starlight.

Bruce knocks, mouth dry.

“Please hold,” the cool Fortress voice says. “Announcing your arrival.” And then the cool tones shift into the lilt of Kryptonian.

Bruce has, sometimes, in moments between stakeouts and shareholder meetings and chemical analysis, thought about learning Kryptonian. He’d been on his way to take over monitor duty from Diana, and she and Superman had been speaking. Clark had been leaning back, arms crossed behind his head. As he’d entered Diana had ventured a phrase and Clark had chuckled, low and, Bruce thinks, happy.

“.Ehrosh :bem khaehtiv :bysh,” he corrects. “m-bysh, with the stress on the back, just like khaehtiv.” He’d looked up then, smiled at seeing Bruce. Diana looks up as well, and smiles, and he nods at the two of them. “There, try it on Batman.”

“.Ehrosh mbem khaehtiv mbysh,” Diana says, a little slowly.

Bruce pauses for a moment, then echoes back. “.Ehrosh… mbem?,” He sees Clark’s lips part just a tiny bit in surprise before they curl up. “What’s the second part?”

“My friend,” Clark answers. After a half second he adds, almost tentatively. “But for you and I, we’d use the masculine - .khahtiv :bysh.”

Bruce forms the syllables in his mouth, cautious. “…khahtiv mbysh,” he says. And the little smile of Clark’s reaches to the corners of his eyes, something unnameable but warm there.

Around him the Fortress is murmuring words beyond what he can make out, but it repeats .nahn rrutiv :bysh .nahn rraop zhachahvymahehd .nahn rrutiv :bysh .nahn rraop suzehdh

It falls silent for a moment, and Bruce strains his ears though there’s nothing to hear. Moments pass, nothing but the soft shimmer of the crystals around him. Then, softer still, the Fortress AI speaks again.

.kaoshahrodh kahl-ehl

Shahr. Shahrrehth. He knows that word; the world knows the word, blazoned as its ideograph is in red and yellow across Clark’s chest. Bruce pockets the Kryptonite, lays his hand on the door. “Clark. Kal. I’m here to help you.”

And the door holds a moment longer, and then sinks into the floor.

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rough translations...

.ehrosh :bem khahtiv :bysh - hello, my friend .nahn rrutiv :bysh - he is your friend .nahn rraop zhachahvymahehd - you are not alone .nahn rraop suzehdh - you belong here/you are at home .kaoshahrodh - you must continue to hope

(I think the possessives are off, i'm missing some particles, and i'm not sure -ehd is the right suffix to change chahvymah from an adverb to an adjective. but yeah. rough drafts!! fun fact i kind of want to get a tattoo of the symbols for the word kaoshahrodh.........)

[nitewrighter]

Okay, for the WIP titles meme: Sun Salutation? 👀

Ahhh I'm so excited you asked about that one because that fic is going to be about Kara and Torquasm-Rao, which is basically Kryptonian Tai Chi! I'm sad because I haven't been able to find anything about Torquasm-Rao after the President Luthor run. I have no idea what direction the show is going to take Kara in, but I love using MAWS Clark's complete and utter ignorance of all things Kryptonian as a springboard for how that world is shaped. Also I have some very specific ideas about Kara. She is ANGERY.

“I know you are there, Kal,” Kara’s voice was clear, but she moved through English the same way you’d move through a crowd at the airport when you heard someone coughing: unwillingly, angrily, and a bit hurriedly. She glanced over her shoulder at him, languidly pulling herself up and out of the pose to turn and face him. It took Clark a minute to find much in common between their faces, but Ma said you could see it in the eyes and nose right away. But I don’t look that angry, do I? Clark thought to himself. “I just…” Clark shuffled his feet a little, “Do you do this every day?” Kara just looked at him steadily for a few seconds. “I did not used to,” she said slowly, “I should have.” She glanced down for a second before taking two steps to her right, “Here. Follow my movements.” “Oh, you don’t have to—” Clark started. “I have to,” she said, looking at him with deadly seriousness. She motioned to a spot diagonally behind her, and Clark sheepishly took his place. How could a 15-year-old be so authoritative? Was it some kind of unconscious conditioning of his forgotten infancy on Krypton? She did say she changed his diapers (“Which was stupid and disgusting,” she had  said at the time, “Kelex was more than capable, or it wouldn’t have even been an issue if they put you in a postnatal matrix like everyone else, but Uncle Jor and Aunt Lara kept going on about the importance of physical touch and bonding and they would keep sniffing you. It was weird. They were weird. But you were kind of cute. I guess.” And then she would look at him just a little too long and her face would drop and she would be very quiet for a long time). But then… that authority also felt like something he always scratched the surface of, as Superman. The way people looked at him, looked to him, and all of a sudden he had to rise to that expectation after being so used to eyes glazing past him as Clark Kent. It seemed incredibly natural for her.

My vision of Krypton is mostly influenced by the YA "House of El" graphic novel (which admittedly models itself mostly on Snyder's vision of Krypton but look HEAR ME OUT) and my Kara backstory is pretty much taken entirely from the Tom King Supergirl: Woman of Tomorrow run. I like conceptualizations of Krypton that have the capacity to be very warm and human, as we saw in the original Superman TAS, but culturally they're so technologically reliant and so convinced of the perfection of their society that on the whole that you really have more cultural expectation than actual warmth and community, and they don't see the doom that's coming--except Argo City, of course. Also I remember someone commenting on a post of mine a while back that Jor and Lara were perceived as hippie freaks by Kryptonian standards, so I like the idea of playing around with that.

[suzukiblu]

WIP excerpt for videogeek; Kara gets to Earth on time and the Kents get a two-for-one special on free kids. (( chrono || non-chrono ))

The rustic little machine whirrs to life, and Ma and Pa both make satisfied sounds and Pa pats its side the same way he does the “kuh-ows” when he’s pleased with them. Kara wonders if it has an AI operating system, but if it does, she hasn’t seen any sign of one. She hasn’t seen a single AI system on this planet at all, in fact. She’s started assuming they’re only used in more developed areas or bigger towns and cities, considering the primitive, bare-bones tech she’s seen so far. She doesn’t even know if Smoll-Veel’s power source is developed enough to run an AI system, much less Ma and Pa’s farm’s power source. 

Kara isn’t even certain where Ma and Pa keep their power source; she’s never seen it and actually has no idea what even fuels it. Though she’s almost certain it’s not crystal-based or solar-powered. At least, if there’s a crystal chamber or a sun collector anywhere on the farm, she hasn’t seen any sign of either. 

There’s too many things she still doesn’t know about this planet. Too many things she still doesn’t know about the farm, even. She’s still always following Ma or Pa around and following along with what they do. She doesn’t know how to take care of things herself, though, except for just the most basic, unimportant chores that are all the same every day and never actually change, or at least haven’t changed so far, and she doesn’t have the words to ask. Everything’s just–complicated, and so hard, and so hard to understand, and if she doesn’t learn it, if she isn’t good enough . . . 

Kal needs her to be good enough. Ma and Pa won’t let them stay long enough to learn more about this planet if she’s not good enough; if she doesn’t learn enough to be actually useful to them. 

Most of the time Ma and Pa don’t even bother getting her before they start their work or chores, and she has to catch up with them and insert herself into the middle of things, and then she slows them down, she’s sure, and then she’s an interruption and a problem, and . . . and . . . 

She needs to be good enough. 

She needs to be better. 

“Ma! Ma!” Kal calls, waving his Krypto toy at her, and the word sounds flat and alien in his mouth. He doesn’t even chime for her. He doesn’t really chime at all, when it’s Ma or Pa’s attention he wants. He barely even chimes for her, at this point. 

Kara doesn’t understand why that upsets her so much, but it feels the same way as hearing his voice as something so flat and alien. Aunt Lara and Uncle Jor would be disappointed in her, she thinks. Her parents would be disappointed in her. 

Kal doesn’t know any Kryptonian words at all, as far as she can tell.

[justiceplague-writing]

Last Line TagGame

Last Line tag game: Tagged by @ssomagni (back in April, apparently I don't ever check my tumblr LOL)

Rules: Make a new post, post the latest line from your current WIP, & tag as many people as there are words. (I'm going to follow Susie's lead and just tag a couple people I know write sometimes)

Last line:

(So I actually have a bunch of WIPs at any given time but here have SEVERAL to make up for the AGES its been since I was tagged)

Irresistible Risks:

Clark brought one hand up to lay over the hand Dru had on his waist, entwining their fingers as he moved, his other hand went up higher, tangling in Bruce's hair as the vigilante bit and sucked on his neck.

Untitled Kalzod #IDFKANYMORE (Krypton Abused Alphas):

Zod's eyes dropped to the ground and Bruce realized that Zod found himself lacking as an alpha, that he had thought that Clark rejected him, hadn't seen him as a worthy mate, confirming Zod's own self-doubt.

Untitled Kalzod #IDFKANYMORE (Krypton Abused Alphas) Rewrite (Suddenly theres like 7 chapters dedicated to Zods life apparently I was up in my feels wasnt this just supposed to be porn):

"I don't want to go through it again," Dru admitted, voice soft. "I hated it, it was terrible. I wanted so much, and I'll never be allowed it. I hate this system. I just want to find someone to love, Jor. I don't want to be forced to give my knot to any omega. I want to love them, I want them to be my mate, to have earned my submission and accepted me as their alpha. Not just… whoever the council pairs me with for my ruts."  

Untitled KalZod #Uh... (KalZod in another alien species' zoo's endangered species breeding program): 

The hand loosened again, as Dru groaned, "We are exploring that reaction next time, brat."

Untitled KalZod Arranged Marriage AU: 

"I-" Ko-Zar reached out and gripped Kal's shoulder, and Dru scowled at the sight, cutting himself off, before restarting. "I think that I shall."

Untitled KalZod, PleasureSlave!Kal: 

"But he knew Zod had other plans, and he surrendered to his Master's will."

His Kal (Not the title JP, find a better title)

This may not have been how Dru imagined caring for his soulmate, he had been hoping to court and woo him in the traditional ways. 

and haha yes these are exactly how theyre named in my docs RN and wow i write a lot of porn

Tagging (with zero pressure!): (fam I dont know anyone's tumblr I can barely keep track of myself)

[starlightswitch]

If You Say Something Impressive

(for Writer's Month day 28 prompt mythological AU. AU where my WIP Not As An Us is a myth-- I changed Hailey and Jordyn's names because they didn't seem to fit in a myth...)

Angela was happy to have class start. Partly because she liked the class– Conti was easily her favorite teacher, and she’d always liked reading stuff and talking about it. Partly because Delaney and Kate were talking about homecoming and she wasn’t sure if she was going. She didn’t have anyone to go with. Which would have been fine if Delaney and Kate didn’t have people to go with either, but Kate was going with a guy she’d met in chorus, and Delaney had an actual boyfriend who had gone to the same middle school and she’d been dating since last year. Angela did not think it would be very fun to go to a dance with two couples.

“All right,” said Conti. “We all read last night, I hope. So we should be done with the packet. Let’s start with the myth, shall we? Someone tell them the story of the myth.”

Amanda told it. “Haze is forbidden to be with Seth by her mom. They keep meeting in secret while he looks for ways to win her mom’s approval. This other girl, Carissa, starts seeing him too, hoping she can get him to fall in love with her instead. Haze’s sister Jor says she’ll only marry if Haze can marry Seth, so their mom agrees to let her marry him. So she rushes to find him, except Carissa was faking sick and Seth was taking care of her to be nice, but Haze sees it and thinks they’re together, so she curses Seth. Oh right– I forgot to say she has this thing where she can wish something on someone else and the same thing will happen to her. Just once. She was saving it. So she wishes for him to be alone forever, and–”

“Which was stupid!” announced Brayden, leaning back in his chair.

“What?” said Amanda, turning to look at him like he was stupid.

 “Why would she wish for him to be alone forever? That means she has to be alone forever.”

“Because she didn’t want anyone but him,” Kate jumped in. “And she thought she couldn’t have him, so it didn’t matter to her, she just wanted to keep him from being with Carissa too.”

“He didn’t even want Carissa,” someone else said.

“But she didn’t know that,” said Amanda, using it to grab the floor back and finish the story. “So she wishes for him to be alone forever, and that dooms the two of them to be apart forever. Did she ever find out he didn’t like Carissa, is what I want to know.” She said it to Conti, like Conti might know. “Because if she didn’t, then she thought everything turned out great.”

“Not great,” someone argued.

“Well, not great, but the best it could possibly be. Because if she didn’t know he didn’t like Carissa, then she felt like she got her revenge.”

Conti shrugged. “Doesn’t say, does it? What do we think the story is telling us?” Conti didn’t want people saying “the moral of the story”. She said stories weren’t always cut and dry teaching people something, sometimes they were just telling people something to think about.

“Don’t jump to conclusions,” said Amanda, with a breezy shrug. “Like Romeo and Juliet. If Romeo had chilled out and given it a minute, Juliet would have woken up, and if Haze had chilled out and given Seth a chance to talk, he’d have told her what was really going on.”

“What else?” said Conti. She always did. Angela could never tell whether the first answer was the one Conti had been expecting.

“Like… if you hurt someone else you only hurt yourself?” Delaney offered.

“That’s not the lesson. That’s literally what was going to happen to her,” said one of the boys. “They said at the beginning of the story.”

“It didn’t have to be hurt. She’s the one that chose for it to be hurt. And like Kate said, she thought she was tricking her way out of it. She was like, oh, if I wish for him to get hurt, and I was going to get hurt either way, then there’s no consequences for me. But really, it was her wishing for him to get hurt that made her get hurt.”

“Mm,” said Conti, kind of raising her eyebrows and nodding. That reaction was easy to read– Conti hadn’t thought of that and was impressed. Angel was still trying to say something that would get that reaction.

“Trust. She just didn’t trust him. If she had she wouldn’t have just assumed he was cheating.”

“Don’t trust. Seth should have realized Carissa was trying to steal him.”

“Just be careful what you wish for. Like, specific. She should have wished for Seth to not be with Carissa. Because then it would come back to her as she couldn’t be with Carissa, which she obviously didn’t want anyway, and then she and Seth could be together.”

When the ideas stopped coming, Conti said, “What we’re leaving out here is her mom. We’re focusing on how the story ended, and it could have ended that way no matter why Haze and Seth were apart. Why do we think they included the detail of Haze’s mother forbidding them to be together?”

“Because then it’s the mom’s fault,” said Amanda. “Like Romeo and Juliet. Instead of being like, wow, that was dumb of them to do that, everybody goes, wow, it was so mean of their parents to keep them apart.”

“But they wouldn’t have done what they did if their parents hadn’t kept them apart,” said Angela.

“She just said Haze could have done what she did if her mom didn’t.”

“So maybe it’s a lesson for parents,” said Angela. “And they’re just doing the lesson different. Romeo and Juliet is, you might hurt your kids by trying to stop them, and this one is, your kids might get hurt anyway even if you try to stop them. But either way…” She realized she was saying ‘lesson’ and found a different way to say it. “…it’s telling parents that you can’t stop your kids from making mistakes, so you should try to help them. Instead of trying to overprotect them.”

There it was. Conti was impressed.

“Y’all shutting Amanda up,” Kate said when class was over. “I get so sick of her acting like nobody else knows anything. I said something about homecoming on the bus and she tried to like, give me advice about it, because she got to go as a middle schooler because her neighbor invited her. Did you decide if you’re going to homecoming yet?” she asked Angela.

“If my mom will let me.” Angela didn’t know where that came from.

“Did she forbid you from dating?” said Delaney, in a dramatic jokey tone.

“Actually, yeah.” She couldn’t believe she was saying this.

“Whoa. No wonder you had all that to say about parents overprotecting their kids.”

“Yeah,” Angela said with a shaky smile.

Well, she had a good reason if she didn’t go to homecoming. And it wasn’t like anybody was going to ask her out and expose the lie.

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2020 day 28: Prince of Her Fairy Tale (fantasy)

2021 day 28: Spark of a Dream (fire)

2022 day 28: Sometimes You Meet Your Heroes (going into a book)