#krypton and earth

[screechingnerdwombat]

DC Headcanon

Krypton and Earth are the greatest interspecies rivalry of all time!  Here’s why:

Krypton is a very ancient and technologically advanced race, while Earth is a relative baby in comparison.  Superman, having been born on Krypton, was raised as a human and is caught between two very different worlds.  He struggles to reconcile his alien heritage with his human upbringing.

Whenever Kryptonians show up, as in the New Krypton saga, they often express bitterness that Kal-El has chosen the humans over his own kind.  On the other side of the fence, humans are naturally frightened of this arrogant race of super beings who have shown hostility on a number of occasions and show no sign of letting up. However, humans are stubborn and adaptable.  We will fight to keep what’s ours at all costs.  At the end of the day, Superman will fight for US and Kryptonians hate that shit.

#DC Headcanon #superman #Kryptonians #Krypton #Interspecies Rivalry #that's not even counting the guardians' favoritism #new krypton #krypton and earth #superman and lois #smallville #DC comics #man of steel #superman 2 #Lois and Clark #supergirl #suck it krypton

[zylev-blog]

Danny and Sam were enjoying a date out in Metropolis when it happened. Superman had been mind controlled again, and was taking hostages. Neither Danny or Sam were worried, and were amongst the only people not running for their lives. They just sat outside the cafe, sipping their coffee and eating their food. As the ground began to rumble, they simply picked their coffee cups and held them in their hands to not spill the coffee within.

“So then Tucker says, ‘not my pda!’” Danny finishes, laughing along with Sam.

“I swear, he loves that thing more than life!” Sam laughs.

That’s when they heard it. The sunlight outside got a shade darker, and Sam and Danny turned to see the outline of Superman hovering in front of them. They both glanced at him, then at each other.

With a loud sigh, Danny out down his coffee. “Can you move a little to the left, Superman? You’re blocking the sunlight.”

Without warning, Superman reached out and grabbed Sam, who was closer to him. Sam grunted out in surprise as she was lifted into the air by her neck. Danny looked unconcerned.

“Seriously?” Sam asked, gesturing at Superman. “You’re going to ruin my necklace.”

“I don’t think he’s worried about your necklace, babe.” Danny leaned against the table, watching the encounter.

“Well, he should be!” Sam exclaimed. “I paid good money for it!”

He rolled his eyes. “You’re impossible. We can just buy you another one once he stops choking you.”

“It’s not really like he’s going to get anywhere.” Sam agreed.

Superman seemed to take offense to this. His grip on her neck tightened, and while Sam’s face did flush red, she wasn’t gasping for breath or having her neck snapped.

“You remember the other day when I said Black Canary could strangle me and I’d be happy about it?” Sam asked, her voice a little breathless.

“Yeah?” He raised an eyebrow, wondering where she as going with this.

“I like Superman choking me better. He would probably be better at it than a human.” Sam grinned at the Kryptonian.

“Shouldn’t he at least buy you dinner first?” He asked.

“You know, most boyfriends don’t talk so freely about their girlfriends being choked by other guys.” Sam pointed out.

“You’re right.” He agreed.

“But this is getting kinda weird. Superman, do you mind letting me go? This isn’t really working for me anymore.” Sam pointed to the ground.

A large crowd had started to gather around them. Some looked horrified, while others looked curious. Curious at Sam, who hadn’t died yet. Superman made no moves to remove his hand from her neck.

“Hey babe?” Sam asked.

“Yeah?” He took another sip of his coffee, completely calm.

“Can you record me beating up Superman so we can send it to your sister?”

“Why her?” He tilted his head.

“Little sister.” Sam clarified.

“Ohh. Yeah, sure, she’d love that.” He took a second and pulled his phone out—a latest WayneTech model. “Go for it.”

Sam wrapped her hand around Superman’s, and with an audible snap, broke his hand and pulled it off of her neck. Superman gasped in pain, but Sam wasn’t done yet. She proceeded to judo flip him and send him crashing to the Earth while she continued to hover in the air. She clapped her hands together and cracked her knuckles.

“This is going to be fun.” Sam grinned wickedly.

“You know, I could just touch his temple and cure him of the mind control.” He offered, but continued to record Sam.

“Don’t spoil my fun.” Sam flipped him off, then dove towards the ground. She kicked Superman in the nuts, then kneed him in the face hard enough to draw blood. She punched him a few more times until he fell unconscious.

Danny got up and stopped the recording. He walked over to his girlfriend and looked at the unconscious Superman. He bent over the man and pressed a finger to the man’s temple. Blue power briefly illuminated Superman’s skin, but it was gone as quickly as it came.

“You’re going to cause trouble for us.” He chastised her.

“But you love it.” Sam took his hand. “Let’s go home.”

She flew into the air first, but Danny took another second to dig into his wallet, leaving a $20 bill on the table they were sitting at. He then flew into the air after Sam, chasing her all the way to Amity Park.

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Six months later, and Danny and Sam were on another outing in Gotham when they were interrupted by Batman. They pulled a chair up for him, and eventually the man took it. They ordered him a coffee and a bagel.

“So, what brings you here?” Danny asked casually.

“How did you defeat Superman?” Batman asked, straight to the point.

“Huh?” Sam asked. “When did we do that?”

“Six months ago.” Batman responded.

“Ohh, wait— remember the day we went to Metropolis?” He hummed.

“Oh. I already forgot about that. Superman’s not pressing charges, is he?” Sam asked. “I do have a good lawyer, he’s just an asshole to deal with.”

“No, he is not pressing charges.” Batman grunted.

“Then what’s this about?” He asked, tilting his head.

Without answering, Batman opened a box on his lap. At once, the kryptonite took effect of both Sam and Danny, making their skin turn green and to writhe in pain. Just as Danny was about to take the box from Batman by force, the man had closed the lid and tucked it away.

“I had my suspicions.” Batman said, as if that explained everything. “So how did two more Kryptonians land on Earth when the planet was destroyed thirty years ago?”

#Amity park is a city of Krypton #Kryptonian scientists settled on Earth generations ago and created Amity Park #Kryptonian culture still exists #Amity Park is secluded from the world and Batman couldn’t find them #kryptonian danny fenton #Kryptonian Sam Manson #Superman gets his ass kicked #mind controlled Superman #dp x dc au #dp x dc writing prompt #dp x dc #dp x dc fanfic #dp x dc prompt #dp dc crossover #danny phantom crossover #dp x dc crossover #danny phantom #dp crossover #dpxdc prompts #dpxdc #dcxdp

[sleepy-writes-stuff]

DP X DC PROMPT #25

(#) = Notes at the end of post

(*) = Just me building off of other ideas.

✦

Family Reunion

Clockwork sends an adult Danny, newly appointed Ancient of Space, on a mission through time again. Except this time, it isn't located on Earth, but a distant planet he's never even heard of before. Clockwork didn't tell him any specifics on what he was supposed to do or when he was supposed to return to his own time, just to blend in and have an experience. He would know when it was time to return.

Needless to say, he has a blast! His core is bursting with happiness at getting the chance to explore this unknown corner of the universe with a sky full of constellations he's never seen and fascinating locals. Considering he might be here a while, he buckles down and learns all about their culture and their traditions and even eventually learns their language without having to use the two-way translator Clockwork gave him.

He spends decades there, not even having to worry about how he never appears to age, the people here being incredibly long-lived. However, he eventually meets someone. Someone he falls head over heels for. He gets married. He has kids. He watches them slowly grow into adults as well. It isn't until one of his sons informs him that he's expecting his own child(1) that Danny feels a tug at his core.

He ignores it, but over the course of a few weeks, it's gone from the occasional pull to a full-on yank at his entire being, along with a sense of dread that something was going to happen to this wonderful little planet. To his family.

He becomes restless and loses so much sleep, it's a miracle he can even stand. His family are worried for him, but he assures them that he's just feeling a little under the weather. One night, he's sat up in bed, unable to sleep again. His gaze is fixed lovingly on his spouse, but nonetheless sad.

He doesn't miss when all the soft sounds of the night stop and a green glow appears behind him.

"It's time to leave, isn't it?"

"Yes."

"There isn't any way I could stay? I can't bring them with me?"

"I'm afraid not. There are some things that can't be changed or stopped, even when they fall into your domain. I'm sorry."

"Why send me here just to make me abandon them like this? What was the point?"

Clockwork is silent, but when Danny turns to look at the ghost, he's gone.

Danny takes a few more precious days to spend time with his family. Kiss his spouse. Hug his kids. Feel the strong kicks of his grandchild he won't be there to witness the birth of.

The night he leaves, he places a letter on his spouse's nightstand, gently kisses their forehead, and disappears in a flash of green, never to be seen again.

Years later is when Danny gets the news. That the planet Krypton is no more and that his family is gone. He searched the Ghost Zone for them, but he never knew the location of Krypton in the cosmos. Their afterlife is beyond his reach, in a place that isn't even on the Infamap.

He nearly drowns himself in grief when he finds a sliver of reprieve in the form of a news broadcast. An extraordinary man in blue and red with the kryptonian symbol for such emblazoned on his chest is shown fighting off multiple enemies at once. He is the spitting image of his father and Danny as well.

He had a grandson. His grandson was alive.

✦

(1) This was Kara, not Clark. Danny left before he even found out about Kal-El being in the oven, so there will be a misunderstanding at first. Then Kara pops up later, and Danny just bawls his eyes out that he had two surviving grandchildren without even knowing it this whole time. How he first meets either of them is up to you!

(*) What this means power-wise for Clark is yours to decide. As well as what Clark already knows about his grandfather from the stored information his father left him. What his father thought of Danny disappearing without a word is also up for you to decide.

#dp x dc #dc x dp #danny gets sent on a mystery mission by clockwork #he gets sent to krypton #he settles down and has a family #even started to consider krypton his true home #until it was yanked away from him without explanation #danny and clockwork's relationship is a bit rocky after krypton is destroyed. #he learns part of his family is still alive #superman is his grandson #kara is his granddaughter #clockwork needed to ensure that two of the most powerful heroes would be born #trying to help ensure Earth had its next generation of heroes to defend it #danny still doesn't like you right now clockwork #danny phantom crossover #dp x dc crossover #dp x dc prompt #dpxdc #writing prompt #prompt #sleepy writes stuff

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 121

There have been tales throughout time of it, in many forms and in many places. Some would even argue that it’s about different things, mere coincidence lest legends be really true. Of beasts and guardians and creatures of great destruction all wrapped in one. 

Some tales have long since been forgotten, left to dreams and dust  until they were merely stories. Insatiable monsters trapped in legends told at night, and guardian spirits lost to the sounds of day. The being whose body formed the land they stood upon, whose blood powered everything around them as they turned their prayer to false gods that would not save them. 

They abandoned their dead and ways of old, turning towards false light and fear of shadows growing. They pray to false idols while damning those who warn them in the same breath, denial dancing on their tongues while they know the truth all the same. 

Their pride and hubris dances amidst their veins, fear an alien feeling as they ignored the warning signs, so certain in their own power and creations. 

And yet, the rocks still shift, something great, something Ancient awakening. Metal collapses with dying screams, great swaths of earth crumbling as it shifts, scales that had not seen sun for uncountable eons revealed as the land devoured itself. 

The ground opens in wounds of green, revealing what had once been sleeping, as large as the world itself. Death giving way to life in a cocoon, an egg, the lives of many given to give birth to one entity, a being caught between, given life amidst the stars. 

#DCxDP #DPxDC #Prompts #You know the Mystery Flesh Pit? Same Vibes as that even in space :) #Ghosts are Dragons #Eldritch Danny #Like lovecraftian space godling dragon Danny #Same size as the moon #Don’t worry he didn’t destroy the earth it was a different planet #I mean that planet still cracked #and oh my god what if it was Krypton #Kal’s father realized that all the drilling was Waking This Thing Up #There’s definitely depictions of Danny as like an ancient Death God that Krypton just forgot about or something #Or Danny is from a different world #Maybe both lol #Go wild

[vox-ex]

write

supercorptober 2023

“Let us turn over the pages, and I will add, for your amusement, a comment in the margin.” - Virginia Woolf

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A soft morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room as Lena stirred from her sleep. Wrapped in the comforting embrace of the sweatshirt she had come to wear most nights, she breathed in deeply, catching the lingering scent of Kara's laundry detergent still caught in its threads. It was a subtle reminder of the delicate place they were in now, of all the ways Kara had made her way back into her life And as the days passed, Lena began to notice the little traces of Kara reappearing around her apartment more and more. A handmade mug in her kitchen cabinet. A colorful painting on her wall. The woody citrus scent of her shampoo clinging to the tiles from time to time while she used the shower. And now, as the evenings turned colder, even a thick wool blanket that found its way too onto her couch; and eventually wrapped around the both of them.

Little by little the thought of Kara in her home became familiar again.

Little by little, Kara became familiar again.

One Sunday afternoon, while waiting for Kara to return from a mission, Lena found herself going through her bookshelves for something to read. Her finger trailed along the spines; she hesitated at a small collection she didn't quite recognize, wondering if Maybe this was another piece of Kara slipped in.

"Those don't look familiar," she said quietly to herself, an eyebrow arching in curiosity. She pulled at them carefully, tipping out the warn paperback one by one.

Each was a slim volume of poetry. Mary Oliver, June Jordan, Louise Glück.

She flipped each of their well-loved covers open. She noticed the dates scribbled in the corner. Noticed her name — Lena — in Kara's familiar writing just underneath. Noticed that all the dates were newer than the books themselves, but also much older than they should be.

She sank into her armchair, the soft fabric cradling around her as she began to leaf through the pages of Mary Oliver's poems. Each turn revealed more and more of Kara – a hastily scribbled note in the margin, a title underlined in pencil, a phrase circled with a question mark beside it. Notes on what song to listen to after reading it. Her fingers traced over Kara's handwriting, feeling the indentation left by the force of it against the paper. Lena could almost see the years between them just in what Kara writes — in how she writes.

At least one of the notes she found was for her.

"Share with Lena."

Written in the corner of a poem titled "Wild Geese," — her heart swelled at both the words and the idea she could be known by someone else in such a way.

"I wonder," Lena breathed into the stillness of the room.

She stood up and walked back to the bookshelves that lined one whole wall of the office. She scanned the shelves again, her fingers brushing against the spines of well-worn novels she had packed and unpacked a hundred times to heavy textbooks and research volumes.

She started pulling down more books. One she had told Kara about, ones she had told her were her favorites.

Soon, she was sitting on the floor, books scattered all around her.

Her fingers traced the words that Kara had left. Unlike in her books, the writing wasn't on the pages themselves, but scribbled on pieces of paper — small post-its or even a few bits of napkins — and stuck in between the pages. Her thoughts, questions, even elegant equations.

"Hey," Kara's voice drifted through the open doorway before the rest of her appeared, body angling just past the doorframe.

"Am I interrupting?"

"No, not at all," Lena replied quickly, smiling gently. "I was just…" She hesitated, not quite sure.

"Looking for something?" Kara ventured, taking a step closer, her expression shifting from confusion to a gentle understanding

Something like that," Lena admitted from her spot on the floor.

Kara's gaze fell to the book that lay open on her lap, and Lena could see the flicker of surprise and recognition in her eyes.

"I didn't think you'd find them," Kara admitted, her voice caught between awe and vulnerability as she stepped fully into the room. "I mean, you have so many."

Lena hesitated, then added, "I wanted to show you something."

Kara nodded, and Lena stood up, holding out the book. It was one of hers, Felicity, by Mary Oliver. But it was newer than all the others.

Kara took the book from Lena, careful not to lose the page it was on.

She caught a hint of Lena's neat script at the bottom but didn't look at it yet.

How do I love you?

How do I love you? Oh, this way and that way. Oh, happily. Perhaps I may elaborate by demonstration? Like this, and like this and no more words now

When she got to the end, her eye fell back into the margins, back to what Lena had written — a question.

'No more words?''

She read it a couple of times just to be sure.

She grabbed a pen from her pocket — but then looked up at Lena instead.

"Perhaps I could elaborate with a demonstration?"

Kara's kiss, when it came, was soft and unhurried, her lips warm and gentle. And like the rest of Kara that had made her way back to her, there was comfort in how familiar it was.

And when Lena pulls her back in a second time, it's with a tenderness that says I will be patient with your heart if you are careful with mine.

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read and follow along all month on Ao3

#sg prompts #supercorp #supergirl #supercorptober #supercorptober2023 #supercorptober 2023 #softness #just hints of heaviness #hopeful endings #Lena kinds pieces of Kara in her apartment again as well as in the margins of her books #Kara love poetry because it's not something really valued on Krypton is a HC I will always lean into #It probably also made Earth make more sense...or potentially less

[lomakes]

Forever thinking abt the parallels between Krypton (DC) and Gallifrey (DW) and how both superman and the doctor inspire hope...

#and of course both their deep connections to earth and humanity #makes me crazy!!!!! #both krypton and gallifrey orbited red stars!!! and both were destroyed!!! #ahhhhhhhhhhh #doctor who #dc #leo txt #ALSO #i forgot to mention krypton also has looms

[milkydraws8]

argo city, 6th century oil on canvas, by kara zor-el

#dc #krypton #kara zor el #supergirl #my art #earth 888

[dcbinges]

Superman #1 (1939) by Joe Shuster & Jerry Siegel

#superman #clark kent #kal el #joe shuster #jerry siegel #dc #comics #dc comics #30s #30s comics #krypton #earth

[vertigoartgore]

2004's Superman: Secret Identity #1-4 covers by Stuart Immonen.

#superman #stuart immonen #kurt busiek #secret identity #superman secret identity #elseworlds #2004 #dc comics #DC #last son of krypton #krypton #aging #real time #lois lane #couple #family #children #Clark Kent #gem #story #life story #love story #melancholia #sad #realistic #so good #20 years old #wait what #kal el #earth

[mamawasatesttube]

thinking about kon and gender euphoria he can't actually put a name on when he tries on a circle skirt and discovers the glee of The Spinny Thing that circle skirts are so good at...

#he's off running to find kara like IS THIS WHY YOU KEEP A SKIRT ON YOUR COSTUME I GET IT NOW THIS IS SO FUN #dog with a new toy. excited. you can practically see the tail going #i also think krypton is different abt gender than earth and that automatically puts kara outside the earth gender binary #so she's one of the first people kon opens up to about his gender feelings #kon #rimi talks

[iamfitzwilliamdarcy]

look it's been a decade and people are still complaining Superman snapped Zod's neck instead of sending him into the Phantom Zone or whatever which... has been discussed ad nauseam of why Superman had to do what he did and how the choice was good narrative and whatever

No one ever mentions that Zod has already been sentenced to the Phantom Zone once, and what he says about that is, I think, interesting--- "You won't kill us yourself! You wouldn't sully your hands! But you'll damn us to a black hole for eternity!"

#anyway finding earth after the destruction of Krypton WAS Zod's shot at redemption #the instrument of his damnation became his salvation #and he chose to reject the chance #man of steel #zack snyder #what a movie tbh #mos #ok now i'm really going to bed i just saw something annoying on twitter

[screechingnerdwombat]

Here is an image of Rao and Sol from DC comics “The Sandman.”

In “The Sandman,” Rao is the anthropomorphic personification of Krypton’s red sun.  Despair of the Endless remarks that it would be “artful” to allow the civilization of Krypton to flourish, and then for the planet to be destroyed; and for only one inhabitant to survive - Superman.  Rao reluctantly agrees.  Sol is shown to be the anthropomorphic personification of Earth’s sun, portrayed as a toddler.

Sol is on the left.  Rao is on the right.  I’m thinking of an older brother/younger sister relationship.   

I created this image on Nightcafe.  Enjoy.  :)

#DC comics #the sandman comics #the endless #rao dc comics #sol dc comics #despair the endless #superman #anthropomorphic personification #krypton and earth #siblings #nightcafe #DC Universe #Krypton

[thenotoriousscuttlecliff]

For someone who was born in Britain, raised in Canada, and emigrated to America, it is amazing how opposed John Byrne was to Superman being an immigrant, going so far as to have him literally born in the USA with the whole birthing matrix. The writers who initially replace Byrne may not have retconned that (it remained canon until the 2000s), but they certainly didn't waste time pushing back against the idea of Superman only identifying as American and just dismissing his Kryptonian heritage.

#superman #clark kent #the man of steel #john byrne #action comics #dc comics #krypton #before he came up with the birthing matrix #he was gonna have lara come to earth in the rocket instead and then die giving birth #he was just determined to have superman born in america #just so he could then go around telling everyone he was born and raised in america #there's just a strong anti-immigrant vibe to the whole thing #which is shocking since it was all coming from an actual immigrant

[taming-bats]

wait....

Does anyone else know about the destruction of Krypton? Does Clark ever tell? Is it discovered? Does he even know?

Does he hold the greiveing of an entire planet on his shoulders? As Well as the need to keep this planet safe and together and a home to him? Ohhhh my god. Ohhh my god

Does he keep it like a secret? A whole planet, nestled close to his heart so no one else can look at it, no one else can question it or taint it. Kal-El of Krypton. He is of Krypton as much as Krypton is his. His. An entire civilization living on with one man. God damn. Traditions he'll never know, a culture he never got to grow up with. Ohh my god

#Superheros are good actually #Sorry I'm sure this is common knowledge but I'm New Here and his backstop is truly hitting me #Like in My Adventures with Superman #He doesn't even know where he's From Yet. He doesn't know the tragedy that has already carved his path #Oh my god #I gotta lay down #Him keeping the Earth safe bc he can Do Something this time so by God will he Do Something #Bfbshaaaaaaaaaaa #I LOVE HIM #Clark Kent #Superman #my adventures with superman #Krypton #Don't take these as actual questions more like poetic ramblings #kal el #So many DC characters having their identity stripped from them before they can even realse the tragedy of it all #Before they even know what their identity is #Wow #Third eye opening tonight

[comicchannel]

DC Direct Page Punchers Superman Ghosts of Krypton (Earth-2) - McFarlane Toys

Link para compra BR: *Possível importar pelo Link abaixo

Buy here: https://amzn.to/3Ti56bu

#dc #comics #McFarlane #action figure #dc multiverse #dc direct #page punchers #comic book #superman #earth 2 #clark kent #kal el #Val Zod #Superman Ghosts of Krypton #Ghosts of Krypton

[cantsayidont]

January 16, 1939. Almost exactly nine months after the publication of ACTION COMICS #1, Superman became a syndicated newspaper strip, which was what Siegel and Shuster had wanted in the first place — in those days, comic strips were the big time, with comic books the somewhat disreputable poor relation. The first newspaper continuity presented a more detailed account of Superman's origin than had yet appeared in the comic books, introducing many elements that would become foundations of the Superman mythos.

Two points of note in this initial strip: First, it indicates that all Kryptonians possessed superhuman powers even on their homeworld, here attributed to advanced evolution. The notion that Superman's powers were due to environmental differences between Earth and Krypton developed gradually, and it wasn't until the 1950s (when the scope of his abilities had increased beyond what could be explained by lighter gravity alone) that they were attributed to Earth's yellow sun. Second, notice the spellings of Superman's parents' names, here "Jor-L" and "Lora." Superman's mother became "Lara" in the initial radio version of Superman's origin a year later, and the modern spellings of "Jor-El" and "Kal-El" first appeared in the 1942 prose novel THE ADVENTURES OF SUPERMAN, by radio director George Lowther, although in the novel, the "E" was lowercase (i.e., Jor-el, Kal-el).

#comics #newspaper comics #superman #jerry siegel #joe shuster #golden age superman #krypton #jor el #the original spellings (jor-l kal-l and lora) #were later attributed to the earth-2 superman #which is why power girl's name is spelled “kara zor-l”