#JoR WIP

[the-ellia-west]

WIP Intro - Jest of Royalty [JoR]

Genre: High Fantasy Action Adventure

Media: (Future) Webcomic

POV: First Person Side-narration

Themes: Redemption, Forgiveness, Found Family, The good in the world and what may result from it

Tropes: Macguffin, True King, Fallen god, Revenge, Found Family, Redemption Arcs, Feel-good Fluff, Lots of Filler

CWs: Child abuse, Trauma, Grief, Alcohol abuse, Murder, Attempted SA

Summary:

Ever since his sister was born, Ronan has been the provider for his family, a hunter and a fighter. Seventeen and in charge of funds and food since his father is unable to find work with a paralyzed leg, and his mother must stay home to take care of his sick sister, Ronan is the only one who's had to deal with the whispers and rumors of 'curses' on the Terrys family. He shuts the rumors up quick with his fists, and has gained a reputation for himself in town. When you hear the long strides of the forest elf, hold your tongue or he might tear it out. And in this, Ronan has found himself face-to-face with a unique foe, his long-time nemesis, the young god of chaos, Mangrove. However, as tensions grow thin, the town begins to quiet under the watchful eye of the new Trifold-Coast Alliance and King Kyrin's thickening forces through the streets.

But when Mangrove ambushes Ronan on a hunting trip, taunting him and threatening the safety of his home, Ronan decides he's had enough and takes measures to make sure this is the last time he has to deal with him. He takes Mangrove's staff, his godly artifact and only claim to power and home in the realm of the heavens, and shatters it against a rock, letting the pieces fall into a small hole between the four realms, the power of a god gone in an instant. Horrified, Mangrove flees, and under the light of a meteor shower, the Starfall, Ronan returns home to find it torn to the ground, a poster in the remains detailing the deliberate and swift execution of his family for 'Traitorous Crimes against the Alliance'. Ronan buries his family, taking up his father's old bow and swears vengeance right then and there.

Along his journey for power and revenge, Ronan decides the power of a god, the very staff he broke would be his goal. In his quest for power, he crosses paths with two Harpies of good heart with an uncertain love story between them, a powerful faerie mage fascinated by any magic and her brother, a broken and angry Satyr, each other all they have left, a merchant with dreams of love and joy, an emotionless phantom with a sadness buried beneath a stone heart, and the very same old enemy he slighted to start the whole ordeal. With the loss of old families haunting their steps, together, they make a new one.

Characters:

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Ronan

Elf- 17 years old - Male

Likes to Punch first ask Questions later, always high energy, ANGRY

Finn

Harpy - 39 years old - Male

Wants to help and work, Father figure, The only responsible one here

Morena

Harpy - 38 years old - Female

Loves everyone, wants to help as much as she can, High Anxiety

Rose

Fae - 37 years old - Female

Loves magic, wants to research and Protect her new family

Jakkon

Satyr - 38 years old - Male

Hates life, hates people, hates you, will tell you to fuck off

Mangrove

God - 19 years old - Male

Thinks he's better than everybody, will not hesitate to say so, kind of a prick

Wildrun (Wild)

Phantom - 13 years old - Male

Doesn't feel emotions but wants to, A domestic abuse victim

Phenik

Naga - 16 years old - Male

Always tries his hardest, sees the silver lining in every cloud, a Cinnamon roll

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[the-ellia-west]

Finn would have this for his family

Dnd party

[gemteeth]

girls are back crossing dimensions again

[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 Etraytin behind the cut; “Kara gets to Earth on time and the Kents get a two-for-one special on free kids”. (( chrono || non-chrono ))

“Reh-dee, bay-bee gurr?” Pa calls, and Kal squeals excitedly and holds his stuffed Krypto up like he’s making sure it can see what they’re doing. He’s sweet, Kara thinks, her chest clenching painfully. He’s–sweet, trying to make sure his toy can “see” something he thinks is fun to watch. 

It hurts, knowing that’s something she won’t be able to tell Aunt Lara and Uncle Jor later. They won’t be coming home and thanking her for babysitting and sending her home; won’t be coming to pick Kal up and take him home, and leave her with her parents. 

And Kal doesn’t seem to have noticed that, still. 

She doesn’t understand why he’s never cried for them like she'd thought he would. She just–she doesn’t–

Kara sets the club on her shoulder and crouches in the posture Pa taught her for the catching game, and calls back, “Reh-dee, Pa!” 

She doesn’t know exactly what “reh-dee” means, but “start” is about the closest she’s gotten to figuring out. At least–she thinks Pa was asking if he should start, and when she says it back, he usually– 

“In-co min!” Pa announces, and throws the ball at her. There’s a specific posture he goes through for doing that, too, at least when they’re using the club–a long drawn-out thing where he starts out standing sidelong on one leg and ends up throwing the ball with his whole body, even as small as it is. Kara doesn’t really understand all the postures the catching game involves, but maybe it’s really more like . . . a physical meditation, she thinks? Simple, repetitive acts. 

They do always do it when this planet’s pretty little yellow sun is out and bright to see them, so maybe it is a meditation of some kind. Not an actual prayer, she assumes, but something a little bit like one. 

Well–she owes this sun more than just a prayer or two, so if it is a meditation more than an actual game, she’s more than willing to do it. She doesn’t know much about how the aliens worship their own sun, but every member of the species she’s seen has been much more loud and demonstrative and emotive than any Kryptonian she’s ever known, so it’d make sense if they prayed that way too. 

Kara might’ve liked that idea, when she’d remembered how to really like things. An . . . emotive prayer. 

She swings the club, and it hits the ball with a crack and sends it flying off into the air far over Pa’s head and back out into the fields, disappearing against the blinding light of the little yellow sun. He watches it go with a laugh, tipping his hat back as he does. Maybe the balls represent something, or there’s something sacred in their crafting; in the white leather and crimson thread and alien inscriptions painted on them. Maybe they’re little offerings to this planet’s sun, or a harvest god. 

Kara doesn’t know, obviously, but Pa’s always especially pleased when she hits a ball too far for them to find later, so . . . maybe, she thinks. 

Kal squeals excitedly from the porch, waving his Krypto in the air over his head, and Kara hopes she’s doing this right.

[the-ellia-west]

Phenik

✧༺ ༻✧ Character Intro ✧༺ ༻✧

✧༺ General information ༻✧

Name: Phenik Quin Harrow

Gender/Sex: Male (He/Him)

Age: 16 years old

Species: Naga

Birthdate: August 28th

Birthplace: Steelroot, Sar: The Underworlds

Occupation: Merchant

Social Status: Lower Class

Story Role: Secondary Protagonist

✧༺Personality༻✧

Phenik is the sunniest Cinnamon roll on this side of the sea and tries his best, seeing the silver lining in every cloud and rushing in to stop fights and comfort his friends whenever he can. He's overwhelmingly kind and patient and gives hugs without question because he knows his friends need them. A Wholesome baby.

MBTI Type: ENFP

Alignment: Neutral Good

Likes: Sunlight, Sweet foods, Sand, Hot weather, Warm drinks, Chocolate, Warm colors, Pretty rocks, things that glow, Travelling, scavenging, reading, Writing poetry and letters, painting, Feathers, Fabrics, bright colors, his friends, trying his best, Physical activity, playing games

Dislikes: Thick foliage, Cold weather, people being mean, loud noises, stealing, feeling worthless, being tired, sleeping too long, being snuck up on, cooked food, Vegetables, being asked a ton of questions, pressure, not making visible progress, being alone, the quiet

Goals: Community, Love, Memory, Someone to just say his name

Greatest Fear: Accomplishing nothing, Dying a meaningless death

Greatest Strength/Weakness: His Optimism

Teammates he Likes: Wild, Morena, Finn, Rose, Mangrove, Ronan, Jakkon

Teammates he Dislikes: [N/A]

✧༺"Who are you?"༻✧

"Hello there! Lovely to meet you! My name is Phenik! Phenik Harrow! I'm a merchant, if there's anything you need, I'll do my very best! Depending on what it is, I might not even charge you! Hehe, I'm kidding, help doesn't come with a cost! So what can I do ya for?"

Wip Intro/Profile Masterpost

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[milkydraws8]

jor el, lara, and their wip

[the-ellia-west]

Ronan bouncing on his feet in a fighting stance, ready to spar

Finn tapping a hand against his leg and glancing at his surroundings

Morena fidgeting with her wings and swaying gently on her feet whenever a wind blows to feel it pass by

Rose tapping her foot impatiently with arms crossed, and/or studying a seed as she grows it into a plant in her hand

Jakkon probably with a coffee mug or like a glass of whiskey or smth and an arm resting against his chest like half-crossed

Mangrove with a hand on his hip or a casual lean against a wall with one foot on top of the other. *Finger guns*

Wild kinda just standing there, looking at the ground, shuffling his feet

Phenik curled up resting his chin on his arms and flicking his tail, Boop noodle just chillin

Fye playing with her hair and then flipping off the camera like she does

What would your OC’s idle animations look like?

[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

[the-ellia-west]

Hey, Loves!

JoR Intro Post

Writeblr Live in May

In that vein, share something you wrote this month!

Whatever it is, share a link. Or a link to something else you’d like to give attention to. (remember to share others’ links!)

This is the promo post.

PROMOTE YOURSELF.

DO EET.

SHOW ME THOSE LINKS.

Hope you had fun and I’ll see you again next month!

[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.

[rosemaryentombed]

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]

[the-ellia-west]

Mangrove: *Chasing birds into he forest*

Finn: "REALMS- MANGROVE NOOOO-"

@the-ellia-west i remmember you saying mangrove reminds uou of a cat (or maybe it was someone else) but i cant unsee it

Even when i see my cat i think of him lolll

Specially like this 💪😔

[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.