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The Kryptonite Meme

the kryptonite meme

Kryptonite. Depending on the color, it can do all kinds of whacky things to poor Superman. But for this meme, let's say that the rock just happens to work on your character. Or perhaps someone you really care about. Or just someone nearby. Maybe you sought the stuff out to use against someone. Who knows? Most people are totally immune to the effects but for you/them? There's nothing for it but to get it AWAY. So:

Post your character! If you're feeling helpful, let folks know whether you'd like to be the affected one or someone unaffected.
RNG! Or pick one of the options.
Reply! And start playing!

As for your options...
Red
You know that pesky conscience of yours? GONE. Say all those things you've wanted to say, do those things you've been too NICE to do. Let loose the (usually VIOLENT) asshole in you with some Red.

Orange
Totally normal human? Well, a bit of Orange will give you all kinds of powers and abilities. Of course, they probably have consequences and your control isn't going to be stellar, considering. Not to mention the chance of going mad with power...

Gold
NOT a totally normal human? Want a 'normal' life? Exposure to Gold will make those pesky abilities disappear forever. Of course, you might need them later...

Green
Green is pure poison. Makes you sick, makes you feel weak, hits your stomach like a brick, and your head is a MESS. Being anywhere near green will screw you RIGHT up and if you don't get away from it, it WILL eventually kill you.

Blue
Blue is a little like Gold... except the effects are entirely temporary. Feel like a break from hearing people's thoughts or tired of breaking every door you use? Blue is a nice vacation away from being special.

Periwinkle/Purple - Feel like loosening up your tie a little? Letting go of your worries? Periwinkle is just the thing to drop all of your inhibitions. Whatever you've been too afraid to do or say, those worries you've had weighing you down... not a problem while you're around Perwinkle.

Pink
My, you've never noticed just how attractive that one friend is. And you've never really found someone like them terribly attractive. That's Pink. Pink slides you around the sexuality spectrum. Where? Well, that's up to you.

Silver
Feel like taking a trip? Silver is a one way ticket to Hallucinationville, population you. There's also apparently a possible craving for brownies involved?

Black
Ever wanted to split yourself right down the middle? Black can do that for you. Exposure to Black will split your good and your evil sides apart into two separate people faster than you can say Doctor Jekyll. How do you become whole? There's probably something about accepting your inner darkness but, you know. You do you.

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[Can be either, although I'd prefer to avoid pink, at least in terms of messing with sexuality. Attraction to someone unexpected is fine. OTA for Gen, m/m for shippy]

[good for anything, though I admit that the temptation for him to go for the gold might be interesting...]

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[ either or! ...fair warning he might try to kill anyone with special abilities...]

[ ...either or. But I kind of had to. ]

[Thoughts? Maybe her having powers and him trying to help?]

[sounds good!]

She almost never got a day off, and she'd intended to make the most of it, doing silly, everyday things that she usually only did because she had to. Following signs around Metropolis to look for the out of the way places, kitschy museums and other off-the-wall things to do. Claudia hadn't given much thought to the odd crystal pendant that she'd noticed at a yard sale, because it had just called to her. She'd paid for it and started to put it in a pocket, then decided to put the pretty orange-hued stone on around her neck.

She'd totally forgotten about it as she continued along her day, the way things slowly started to become louder, colors shifting into hues she didn't normally see. The migraine that came with it was also not immediately obvious, but eventually, there would be a tipping point. That came when the person who'd started to step out into the crosswalk ahead of her as she turned back towards downtown nearly got run down by an impatient cabbie leaning on his horn.

The sound crashed through her like a physical force, and she staggered back a few steps, leaning into the nearest wall, trying to make sense as it seemed like the cacophony of the city had been cranked up to eleven, her heart racing as she tried make sense of it all.

[Giving her his usual powers, because we know he'd love to teach her?]

It was the racing heart that caught his attention.

Generally, he tried to leave Claudia to her own devices but something like that, where she was clearly in some manner of distress had him sending her a quick text. If she didn't answer, that was one thing, but-

Claudia? Are you all right?

She didn't hear the alert that she had a text message through the wall of sound, but the vibration made her almost jump out of her skin. She fumbled it out, and read the words there, and almost managed to smile. Of course Clark would have noticed. He tried not to hover, but he did worry sometimes. Claudia had to take a few deep breaths, trying to figure out how to respond.

Not feeling so hot.

If she could just figure out how to get on top of things, she could maybe find somewhere quiet...

What's wrong? Do you need help? I can be there in a few seconds.

Because her heartbeat is still hammering.

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She closes her eyes for a moment, trying to slow her heart a bit, but with the way everything is overwhelming her, she can't quite do it. But having him show up in a blur was the wrong kind of attention.

No heroics, just help me get out of here.

She pauses for a second, debating adding more, but figures it can wait the time it will take him to get here without flying. Because that's the last thing she could use right now. Instead she fumbled for her earbuds and put them in, wishing the design did more to cancel out the sounds around her as she tried to find a place a little less exposed.

I'll be there soon.

He can't swoop in as Superman every time he has to see her or when something goes wrong. But there's no particular reason that Clark Kent couldn't be there, come out of a shop right near her and slip out to get his arm around her.

"Come on, Claudia," he said, keeping his voice down as he tried to gather her up.

Claudia couldn't help almost melting into his arms in relief, even if she had to turn to watch, trying to read his lips. Pete had taught her some, but it was really hard to know for certain without context. But she thought she knew, and it was easy enough to recognize her own name.

"How do you do it?" she asked, as quietly as she could. "Everything's so loud..."

She didn't know why she was suddenly hearing so much more, but now that she wasn't alone, she could try to think. Try to find out what had happened.

[Hello, yes?? Maybe a blue? Black? Red?]

[ Definitely! And hmmm. Which one did you want to be affected? ]

[Oh geeeeez. Either. Both. Maybe one of them is affected with a different one??]

[ Hmmmm. Can't choooose. Want to start with one and then add the other one if it looks good? My vote is for red or black to start. ]

[Okay. Going with Clark + red to start.]

As far as missions went, this one was pretty standard. Clark and Carol were assigned an AIM facility to cripple, round up the workers, and then keep order until the tech team came in to start processing the prisoners. With their collective skill set, this was a piece of cake.

Or, well, it should've been a piece of cake.

The facility had a lot of chemicals and minerals around. Seemed as though they had been assigned one of science-heavy facilities. As Carol tossed a man into a cabinet, a puff of red smoke erupted near Clark and he wavered. She quickly took care of the man and then turned her attention back to her boyfriend.

"Hey, are you okay?"

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[As if she doesn't get affected by stuff often enough.]

[Kind of leaning towards the affected party. M/M for shipping, but no smut.]

Feeling pretty smug with herself, the Evil Mastermind(tm) Fatora couldn't hide her smirk as she presented her gift for Kara Zor-El.

Kryptonite; specifically the 'green' variety.

See those waves of radiation? They just *love* to sicken and weaken the bodies of kryptonian women.

"What's a matter, girl?" Fatora spoke, in a smug, clichéd tone. "Don't like my homecoming present?"

Kara Zor-El, better known as Supergirl, stood frozen, her eyes locked onto the glowing green rock held out by Fatora. The smug smirk on the villain’s face was one Kara had seen many times before, but it didn’t make it any less infuriating. Fatora was the kind of villain who reveled in cruelty, who found joy in the suffering of others—especially if that suffering involved someone as powerful as Supergirl.

As soon as Kara felt the familiar, sickening wave of kryptonite radiation wash over her, her stomach twisted into knots. It was like a cold hand gripping her insides, squeezing tighter with each passing second. Her knees wobbled, and a wave of dizziness crashed over her, making it hard to stay upright. The air seemed to grow thicker, more oppressive, as if the very atmosphere was conspiring against her.

But Kara was nothing if not resilient. She clenched her jaw, forcing herself to stand her ground even as her strength ebbed away. She refused to let Fatora see how much the kryptonite was affecting her. She wouldn't give her the satisfaction.

“What’s the matter, girl?” Fatora taunted, her voice dripping with a mix of glee and condescension. “Don’t like my homecoming present?”

Kara swallowed hard, trying to keep her voice steady as she responded. “You think this is going to stop me, Fatora?” she spat, though the slight tremor in her voice betrayed her weakening state. “You’re going to have to do a lot better than that.”

Fatora’s smirk widened, her eyes glinting with amusement. “Oh, I’m not trying to stop you, Supergirl. I’m just here to remind you of what you really are—an alien, far from home, and completely vulnerable. You might be a hero to these people, but to me, you’re nothing more than a curiosity. A toy to play with.”

Kara’s fists clenched at her sides, her nails digging into her palms as she fought the urge to lash out. The kryptonite was taking its toll, though, and she could feel the strength draining from her limbs. Her vision started to blur, dark spots dancing at the edges of her sight. She couldn’t afford to lose focus now—not when Fatora was standing there, so close, with that damn rock in her hand.

“You won’t get away with this,” Kara growled, her voice low and dangerous. “Someone will stop you.”

Fatora chuckled, the sound low and cruel. “Oh, I’m sure someone will come along eventually,” she said with a shrug. “But by then, it’ll be too late for you. You see, I’ve been planning this for a long time, and I’m not about to let you ruin it.”

Kara’s breath came in ragged gasps as she struggled to stay on her feet. Every instinct told her to flee, to get away from the kryptonite and its deadly radiation, but she couldn’t move. Her body felt like it was made of lead, heavy and sluggish, her once boundless energy sapped away by the glowing green rock.

Fatora took a step closer, holding the kryptonite out toward Kara as if offering her a gift. “Come on, Supergirl,” she crooned. “Why don’t you take a closer look? After all, it’s not every day you get to see a piece of your homeworld.”

Kara’s eyes narrowed, a mix of anger and desperation flashing in their blue depths. She knew what Fatora was doing—taunting her, trying to break her spirit before finishing the job. But Kara was stronger than that. She had to be. She had fought monsters, gods, and demons; she had faced down threats that would make most people crumble. She wasn’t going to let Fatora win, no matter how weak she felt.

“I don’t need a reminder of where I’m from,” Kara hissed, her voice strained but determined. “I know who I am. I’m Supergirl. And I’m going to make sure you pay for this.”

Fatora’s smirk faltered for just a moment, her eyes narrowing as she regarded the weakened hero. But then the arrogance returned, and she laughed, a cold, sharp sound that echoed through the room.

“Big talk for someone who can barely stand,” she sneered. “But go ahead, keep pretending you’re invincible. It’ll make your fall all the more satisfying.”

Kara’s knees buckled, and she stumbled, barely catching herself before she hit the ground. The kryptonite’s radiation was overwhelming, making it nearly impossible to think, to breathe. But even as her body betrayed her, her mind remained sharp, focused on one goal: survival.

She couldn’t let Fatora win. She couldn’t let her see just how much she was suffering. With the last of her strength, Kara straightened up, her legs trembling beneath her but holding firm.

“You’re wrong,” Kara said, her voice quiet but filled with resolve. “I might be down, but I’m not out. And I will stop you, Fatora. I will find a way.”

Fatora’s eyes glittered with malice as she stepped even closer, the kryptonite mere inches from Kara’s skin now. “Oh, I’m counting on it,” she whispered, her breath warm against Kara’s cheek. “But by the time you do, it’ll be far too late.”

And with that, Fatora shoved the kryptonite closer, the sickly green glow filling Kara’s vision, drowning out everything else. The world around her seemed to blur, the edges of reality melting away as the poison seeped into her veins, dragging her down into darkness.

But even as her consciousness faded, one thought remained, burning brightly in the back of her mind: she wasn’t done yet. Not by a long shot.

Kara Zor-El was a survivor, and no matter what Fatora or the kryptonite threw at her, she would find a way to win. She had to.

((Gold kinda happened in canon, then he was resurrected more powerful than before, but I'd rather avoid the gold option. Blue is fine tho. Just like a blood moon.))

((Just ye ol' regular human here.))

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Leonard McCoy | nuTrek | OTA

John Wayne Cleaver | I Am Not A Serial Killer etc. | OTA

Clark Kent | DCU/DCEU | OTA

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