#kryptonian headcanons

[necer0s]

I think we should talk more about the different reactions Kryptonians could have to different radiation sources. Like obviously everyone knows that different solar radiations give them different levels of powers, and different kinds of kryptonite afflict them with different maladies.

But what about other radiation sources, the kind that those of us who don’t process radiation with our skin would never think about?

Let’s talk about how laser pointers make Kryptonians incredibly itchy, and how Kon’s friends love to tease him with them.

Let’s talk about how the Kent’s old cathode ray television always put Clark right to sleep, and how they dug it out of storage when Jon was having trouble sleeping through the nights.

Let’s talk about how neon lights make Kryptonians a little bit loopy, and how Kara and Kon once spent an evening trying different colors and models to see which ones made them feel slightly tipsy, and which made them feel blackout drunk.

Kryptonians can be weird in so many ways. Let’s have some fun with it!

[frownyalfred]

hc that Kryptonian names are kind of like true names so even though Clark grew up never hearing Kal-El until he was an adult, the second someone uses it on him he twitches and instinctively leans in a little. over time, the response gets easier to ignore, but there’s still times when Bruce (or someone else?) uses it and it just kind of. snaps his attention back over to them, Clark falling away from Kal as instinct fires at the back of his mind, hey that’s my name, why are you using it?

[the-fyre-flie]

HC that Bruce knows Kryptonian. He's like conversation level and has been researching and learning and practicing it since he met Clark. He can read it, speak it with a heavy American accent that throws off Clark so hard, and is doing it all so he can impress his boyfriend hehe

Bruce, staring at a piece of debris from Krypton that finally fell to Earth: Hm... a sign for a science center... Clark, how common were large-scale laboratories on your planet?

Clark, standing next to him, about to read out the translation: Pretty common- wait... you can read Kryptonian???

Bruce, gesturing at the lettering and symbols: I can speak it too...

Clark, grabbing Bruce's shoulders: Since when?

Bruce: A few years?? Since I met you-

Clark, shaking him gently: And you never told me!?

Bruce, trying to stop his suddenly very excited alien: You never asked?

[superbat-love]

AU of the Wayne family history. At the batkids’ insistence, Alfred finally agreed to read them an old, leather-bound book he’d been holding—a memoir of the very first Wayne.

Clearing his throat, Alfred began in his usual calm, measured tone. "Long ago, a celestial being descended from the heavens, landing in a field owned by a struggling farmer. The celestial arrived in a dazzling ship, unlike anything seen on Earth. But the farmer, desperate to survive, dismantled the ship and sold its parts, making himself a fortune. When the celestial discovered what had happened, he was furious and sought out the farmer to demand justice."

The kids leaned in, totally hooked.

Alfred continued, "The farmer, terrified, begged for forgiveness. He promised that one day, his descendant would marry the celestial's firstborn child to atone for his crime. The celestial, after much thought, relented. He gifted the farmer the rest of the ship as dowry. From that moment on, the Wayne family flourished, their wealth growing beyond imagination."

Bruce, who’d been half-listening while skimming through some files on genetic engineering from the Fortress of Solitude, snorted. "Someone clearly had quite an imagination."

Without saying a word, Alfred flipped the book around and held it up for Bruce to see. The smirk faded from Bruce’s face as his eyes landed on the page. There, drawn in faded ink, was a detailed sketch of the ship… emblazoned with a symbol Bruce recognized immediately.

The crest of the House of El.

Alfred straightened, his tone subdued. "It would seem, Master Bruce, that the promise made to Jor-El must now be honored, given that his firstborn son has arrived on Earth."

Bruce froze. He recalled the Fortress’ eccentric behavior toward him and broke out in cold sweat.

[gatorbites-imagines]

I love the idea of Kryptonians having a few animalistic instincts/habits. Like the purring and such, it makes me so happy when i read it, kicking my feet, giggling etc. I love it so much, especially when it's Conner, with him discovering new things about himself. So sweet, so perfect, gimme more sweet sweet Conner😫😫

Conner Kent x male reader

Headcanons

This is mainly just Conner and my kryptonian biology headcanons. This is based off of my own kryptonian headcanons, which you can read here.

Imagine Conner learning he can purr. Kryptonians, in my headcanons, purr at a frequency humans can’t hear. So, you two would be cuddling and he would suddenly notice he’s rumbling. He might start freaking out and asking if you can hear it, but obviously you can’t.

It takes some freaking out from both of you, and you pressuring him to ask Clark about it, for you guys to learn what it is and that it’s not dangerous. Conner ends up getting a whole book or pdf about kryptonian biology, that he barely reads.

Imagine Conner realizing he goes crazy for his partner’s scent. It doesn’t even have to be in a sexual way, he just starts salivating and going a little fuzzy in the head when you come around smelling extra ripe.

He starts realizing it’s a problem when he finds himself yoinking clothes from your laundry basket so he can keep it in his bed and rub it all over himself, since Kryptonians don’t sweat. I’m not sure if Conner would sweat a little since he’s half human, or if he doesn’t sweat at all.

You guys decide you might actually need to read the pdf Clark gave you when Conner starts snuffling into your armpits when you guys cuddle, or when he starts licking your neck or chest, without even seeming to realize he’s doing it.

Now, also imagine Conner starting to rub on you more and more since he just wants to be close to you and to smell like you. Hes like those clingy boyfriends on tiktok that are always kissing on you and whining when you have to get up for work.

Conner would just be questioning himself on his actions and the instincts his body wants to act on. his kryptonian wants are more dulled compared to Clark or Jon, since Conner is a lab grown kryptonian, but they are still there.

Conner would be weirded out by his purring for a long time, and might subconsciously try and stop himself from doing it, even though you cant hear it. It’s just kind of weird for him, maybe its because he was raised with human knowledge and doesn’t feel as connected to his kryptonian biology as he probably should be.

Imagine Conner basking in the sun like a cat. He finds out that your bed is just perfect to lay in during the sunny hours of the day, and he realizes it feels so good to lay there without a shirt on.

You walk in on him multiple times just laying splayed on your body in nothing but his boxers. If you have a cat or cats, then they are laying on the bed too, purring up a storm. They cant hear his purring, but they can sense it, so its so loud with purrs in there.

Imagine here, Conner slow blinking at you like a big ol cat. Hes also so warm to the touch, always, thanks to the sun power in his skin and body. Hes a complete nightmare to cuddle in the summer. Because he WILL want to cuddle.

Since I headcanons kryptonians have a sun organ, or a sunspot as I call it, Conner would have one too. Because of his half kryptonian nature, this organ is somewhat underdeveloped. He gets most of his excess radiation out through his TTK. But the organ starts to almost “ripen” when you two start dating.

It takes months for the organ to grow sensitive to the touch, and only when its you touching it since you are his “mate”. It becomes raw in the way a bruise is, the kind that you can only feel when you press on it. except it also makes his knees buckle almost like a button to make him collapse.

Being in a happy healthy relationship actually strengthens and stabilizes his powers because it helps this organ develop, which helps his body stabilize.

This gives you a healthy and horny kryptonian, since the sunspot developing also kickstarts his kryptonian growth. Hes active in every way that matters, but you better watch out when you guys reach around the 30s in physical ages, since that’s when kryptonian sexual maturity truly kicks in.

You guys also better read that pdf in detail, or you might end up with Conner developing organs to carry offspring. It would be extra difficult since he’s half human, but if you guys truly wanted to knock him up, then his body would allow it.

[arjudy224]

The Intern: Outreach Gala

Another uneventful day for Gotham's environmental intern...

The Intern: Gotham x reader

Prequel: Death of a family

The Intern: Day one

The Intern: The Laughing Fish

The Intern: Busy Work

The Intern: Outreach Gala

The Intern: Teachers Pet

The Intern: Visiting an old friend

The Intern: Chemical Valley

The Intern Small Talk with a Dead Man

The Intern: Billionaire Boys Club

Gotham's public library appears unrecognizable under the cloak of night. Broad leaves shroud the outside exterior of the Gothic pillars while ivy cascades down the large door frames. Harris raises an eyebrow.

"How many forests do you think Wayne destroyed in his quest to save the planet?" He questions with a smirk.

Each grey hair is perfectly gelled out of his face. Ditching his glasses for the occasion, Dr. Harris may actually care about tonight's guests. The bouncer outside the door seemed to think the dress code was not a laughing matter.

Taking his extended arm, I roll my eyes. The security guy nods to the two of us as we walk through the door.

"Professor, if you keep saying things like that Gordon's going to question your stances on Gotham's resident Eco-terrorist. " I whisper with a smile. "....but at least 12."

Thanks to the joint collaboration between Wayne Industries, Goth-corp, and the Gotham Department of Environmental Protection. Gotham City is hosting its first Environmental Outreach Gala for the nearby tri-state area.

My heart flutters a little bit as a realization hits me. I’m actually here… surrounded by giants in clean energy and the scientific community alike. Award-winning journalists... All for the future of our planet. Passing my reflection, I smile thinking of how far I’ve come from that little river rat back at home.

A figure in the corner of my eye draws my thoughts away from the Grandma debrief. Dick Grayson, the Billionaire’s son, charms the group of ladies by his side. I take a mental note to find time to talk to him when there isn’t such a big crowd. It's been a long time since we last spoke.

The walls echo with the idle chatter coming from the rich socialites of Gotham. Waiters in tuxedos maneuver silently with a tray of champagne flutes in each hand. Considering, that most environmental professionals wear cargo pants from the early 2000s to work... the dress code was definitely a choice. I scan the room for familiar faces. Gordon flashes me a smile from across the room. I nod back. The Mayor works his way around the room with a large smile. It must be an election year.

My throat gets tight. I'm not ready for this. Looking to my right, I find that Dr. Harris has vanished into the crowd.

"Y/N L/N?" A voice calls distracting me from my nerves.

A well-dressed man strolls over. Something about him puts me on edge. Maybe it's his wicked smile or the large emerald ring on his outstretched hand. He walks with an easy air of confidence.

"Lex Luthor."

My heart does a little tap dance in my chest. The tight fabric of my rental dress makes it hard to breathe. I shake his hand politely. The party-goers go quiet around us. From the corner of my eye, Lois Lane, an investigative reporter from Metropolis, shoves through the crowd. So much for being a fly on the wall.

"I recently worked with a Professor of yours. She had a lot to say about your graduate proposal."

This cannot be happening. Memories of those long fights in the lab flash in the back of my mind. Mr. Luthor's cat-like gaze observes my reaction curiously.

I cover my face in embarrassment. That woman deserves hate mail. I could have at least been asked to type or spell-check it beforehand.

"To be frank, I originally chose the topic to get a rise outta her. Dr. Hendrix had me doing dishes for 3 weeks straight after I accidentally messed up a sample, so I wrote a proposal I knew she wouldn't like."

When I finally uncover my face, Luthor stares down at me with an amused grin.

"Even so. I'd like to discuss potential funding opportunities in Metropolis. If this is something you would think up out of boredom, I'd love to see what you can do when you put your mind to it."

That brings a smile to my face.

"Really? Everyone who I've brought it up to has been apprehensive about researching Kryptionian radiation.

"We need more scientists to ask questions Ms. L/N. Even the ones, that people don't want to know the answer to. "

The sullen green glow draws my eye once again to Mr. Luthor's ring finger... Wait, that's not an emerald. That's Kryptonite.

"Is this a personal interest of yours?" I ask slowly glancing between his eyes and his ring.

"In some ways."

An unspoken conversation occurs when he notices my acknowledgement of his strange choice of jewelry. The silence only creates more questions. Why would you wear something you know is irradiated?

"I hope to hear from you soon." Mr. Luthor concludes after handing me a business card, "There is always a spot at Lexcorp for a future scientist with your talents."

I stand there in silence watching him leave. The sleek modern design of the card lists only the bare essentials: his name, office address, and contact information in silver lettering.

Four hours ago, I was hauling boxes for the decorating committee. Huh. A nearby waiter offers a champagne flute from the tray. Respectfully, I turn them down. This dress costs more than my rent.

“Oh no. Thank you. I am… working.”

"Does work-life balance not apply to interns?” A voice interrupts.

I try not to roll my eyes at the "intern" comment. The constant reminders of my status are getting old. Starting at his perfectly buffed dress shoes, my gaze drags along the fabric of his black designer suit. Dick Grayson sure does like to make an entrance. With his dark curls and friendly blue eyes, his familiar smile knocks over my defenses. Sipping on his drink, he waits for my response with a teasing grin. His energy is contiguous. I ignore his question to ask my own instead.

“Has anyone told you that you tend to appear out of nowhere?”

His striking eyes light up with a mischievous glint.

“You have no idea.” He laughs, "It's nice to see you back in Gotham. It's been a long time."

"It has. From the rumors, you have been up to quite a bit of trouble." I joke gesturing to the envious eyes from across the room.

He raises a curious eyebrow.

“Good things I hope?”

Glancing around the room, I ignore the dozen eyes staring daggers in my direction. Academia can be such a bitch.

“Nothing too crazy: a few murders, unfounded accusations, and you might be an alien?”

Dick grimaces while tilting his head ever so slightly. He swirls his drink, yet doesn't take a sip.

“Sounds about right. Anything you believe? “

I pause... Do I play coy?

“I’m not sure an alien could do a quadruple summersault.”

Something flashes in his eyes that I don’t quite understand. For a moment, I wonder if I should have held my tongue. His suspicion morphs into the first genuine smile I've seen all evening.

“You’ve kept tabs on me Y/N.”

Before I can respond, a scream causes the ballroom to descend into chaos. Vines shoot out from under the floorboards while the native plants start attacking the guest. A woman with flaming red hair paces the floor. Her vines wrap around each person one by one…. A thorny bush springs out of a fallen leaf snagging my delicate rental dress.

Dammit Pamela. We talked about this.

Glancing at the bartender's horrified expression, I frown.

“I change my mind. I’ll have that drink now.”

[carmelitacreep]

An headcanon that I have about the Batboys:

Jason and Dick have a thing for redheads, and this is true both in fanon and canon,

some of Jason love interest in canon are: Barbara (yes, for some reason that is canon in some dc universe) and Artemis (the Amazon from outlaws). And in fanon: Roy and Koriand'r All of them are redheads

now Dick, in canon: Koriand'r and Barbara (again). In fanon: Wally Still, all of them redheads

so yeah, the first to robins have a thing for redheads, but the third and fourth (beacuse Steph is more like robin 3.5) have a thing for Kryptonians... let me explain

romantically in fandom, and in frienship in canon, Tim has Kon, and Damian has Jon and the fact that dc gave Jon a boyfriend, and the same goes to Tim, but that boyfriend isn't their bat/supes counterpart...

so yeah, this is my headcanon do what you want with it

[batfambrainrotbeloved]

DC Headcanons #1

Kryptonian's have fangs, not like smexy lil skinny vampire teeth- I mean FANGS which is such a contrast considering all of them (except kara, she's a menace, whom we love) are such soft sweethearts-

But even in the most friendly grin there they are front and center a reminder this is an apex predator who could very well rip your throat out.

AKA- While humans were endurance hunters, kryptonians for ambush and brute force hunters- and it shows even in their "modern" genetics.

[shroudedmoon]

Kinda tame today but I procrastinated a lot lmao

Day 3: Alien Biology

I love love love the headcanon that kryptonians purr.. also did I mention I'm weak for pointy teef and ears..

[farshootergotme]

The batkids think the alias "Nightwing" is a reference to Batman, being the bat the flying creature of the night. Clark is very much offended when he hears about this.

[violent138]

Slightly enamoured by the idea that Bruce leaves Clark secret, romantic messages microscopically encoded in the punctuation of reports he gives him, under the pretense of Clark checking them over.

[peachcandiz]

can tumblr handle my highly specific timkon headcanons (t4t bi4bi trans girls) and highly specific references to running jokes with my irl girlfriend or is this one too much

[plethorawrites]

malady do you think there are some weird ailen biological things that clark has maybe even jon has them since yk his half ailen

Yesss!!! Plenty. I don't know in what capacity you're referring to, but I have thoughts in general.

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A. No cavities. I mean, if their bones are basically unbreakable, there's no way they'd get any tooth damage.

B. Sleep hovering. Pretty sure this is canon, but they absolutely dream of flying and suddenly start to do it. Often. And even as a baby, Jon would float out of his crib.

C. Weirdly good intuition. Not exactly like Spidey senses, but similar. They just have feelings that are right 9/10 times.

D. Empathy. To the extent that if someone is hiding an emotion, even extremely well, they just know. Immediately. It's not even reading their lies with a heart beat, it's just their ability to read general body language.

E. Randomly quotes something from Kryptonian history. Lois or some other justice league members understand or at least know he's referring to something from home, but if he does it in front of a civilian by accident he has to make up some excuse about it being from a book or movie.

F. Soothed by the sound of an incredibly specific pitch that's only obtained by a machine star labs built. They hear every sound on earth all day every day, and for the most part can handle it, but sometimes just need it to disappear. The pitch makes it disappear almost entirely and Jon, only being half Kryptonian and therefore needing sleep unlike his dad who just does it out of habit, puts it on like white noise to go to bed.

G. Jon LOVED playing in dirt as a kid. Like utterly adored it to the point he'd get multiple baths a day and Lois could never figure out why until Clark realized it was because he could feel the vibrations of the ground and the earth as it shifted. He could feel everything within the soil too, for that matter.

H. Loves hugs for that reason. Can feel the barest hint of goosebumps, the heartbeat of the person they're hugging, and it feels so warm when Clark wraps his arms around his wife or Jon hugs his parents. It's just relaxing.

I. Music from Krypton. Not even something that was learned. It was just embedded in their minds from birth. A very specific melody that helps them think and it's frequently heard when Clark is writing an article or Jon is doing homework.

J. Bland food. Such bland food. They have the most sensitive taste buds so a normal amount of salt is way too much, even the slightest dash can be overwhelming so when they cook dinner they have to use the barest bit possible. Yet, they still taste as much flavor as most people would if they dumped half a bottle of seasoning into a meal.

[mamawasatesttube]

the geoff retcon is just so poorly done in so many ways. when i think abt it i just rly do have to roll my eyes because it wouldn't even be that hard to be like "actually, paul westfield was duped by agenda under orders from the contessa" and have that as the explanation for the introduction of luthor dna instead of paul westfield's, if you MUST include it. like that way it doesn't blatantly contradict the entire luthor plotline with mae in reign of the supermen, and it could've been a reveal to luthor himself, too. that couldve been fascinating ESPECIALLY in the context of lex having baby lena in that era, until the y2k event.

but fuckign. why do that when we can directly contradict kon's entire origin story which explicitly states he escaped before they were able to put control codes in his head. and when we can also just completely dismiss the ethics of "they [wanted to] put control codes in his head" in favor of "what if... some genes... make you BAD..." which is just very thinly veiled eugenics that the narrative entertains, for some reason. frankly, imo, lex was far more interesting as a character in every plot other than this, because he became so one-dimensionally evil in a very boring stock "manipulative" way. and we didn't even get a single mention of lena in all of his "my son" bullshit. using the contessa wouldve been such an easy and perfect way to tie it all together!!!! but sure. why do anything like that, right geoff.

[dio-icarticaae]

It's a minor pet peeve of mine when somehow de-powered Clark (usually via red sun radiation) is portrayed as just being a regular human. He's not.

Kryptonians are aliens, and logically, for Clark to be able to do all that he does under a yellow sun, Kryptonians should be able to do something similar (though far less powerful) under a red sun too. Why would Clark be able to take in energy from the sun if Kryptonians didn't do the same on Krypton?

A kryptonian under a red sun (or depowered Clark) should still have keener senses than a human and be able to see in more wavelengths; maybe still able to move a little bit faster than a human could or be a little bit stronger. Be more durable than a human too. The mechanism for heat vision would still be there, just less powerful (maybe emits closer to infrared?) Maybe a Kryptonian under a red sun can't fly, but they can glide/hover/jump a lot further.

Anyway, the point is: Clark's an alien. Even without his powers, he's still an alien.

[gatorbites-imagines]

Kinktober day 26

Conner Kent + Shower Sex

This is a part 2 kinda of the Conner prompt from last year, which you can read here. Ive been extremely busy these past few days, so I haven’t had much time to write. Hope it’s still enjoyable though. Atlantean reader yippee.

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Luckily after getting you back to a more present mental state, and after milking Conner like the bull he was, the two of you finally wrapped up the mission for now. You would have to share why the mission was cut short, but you both silently agreed not to share the exact details of what had happened.

The two of you were close enough to where you lived that you could fly there, with you being carried in Conners arms since you still felt quite weak. You could feel Conner shuddering the entire time, his pupils still blown wide as you caught him inhaling your scent every now and then. It shouldn’t have shocked you that he was still hard, even after all that, being kryptonian and all.

You lived away from most people, in a comfortably big home made by your mother and father and with the assistance of your extended family, giving your home clear inspiration from their different cultures. Of course, the home was very close to the ocean, on a private island that left you two by yourselves.

Conner seemed to hesitate at the door as you started pulling your cum soaked armour off, throwing it to the ground to clean later, since getting all that spend of his out of it would be a longer process. He may have just covered you in so much of his own spend, but seeing you strip naked got him flustered.

With a goodnatured roll of your eyes, you gave the front of his suit a pull with your mental powers, just to get him to snap out of that flushed state hed put himself in. With a “come hither” motion of your finger, you made your way into your bathroom.

It was a very large bathroom, with a built-in pool that could fit a couple of people. It wasn’t really a pool made for swimming, it was more the type you sat in to just cool down from the day. There was a shower too obviously, one you turned on and stepped into.

Conner finally seemed to have caught up, the half kryptonian stumbling over his own feet as he kicked off what remained of his suit as he grabbed onto the doorway, his eyes looking as hungry as back in the cave, if not more. Little seemed to be needed to get blood pumping for Conner, as he was still so hard.

“How many rounds can you even go” you snickered, giving his hard dick a small tap as Conner stepped up behind you, the kryptonian jolting and groaning as his almost painful looking hard-on twitched from the small touch.

Your time together in the cave had left you wrung out in your own way. You were half hard, but it wasn’t enough for you to grab at it and jerk it into fullness. Instead, you just turned around to face Conner and wrap both your hands around his drooling length. The noises he let out sounded almost painful, Conner placing his hands on either side of you against the wall behind you.

Conner groaned, bucking his hips in short quick movements, his head ducking down to press his face against your neck. You could feel his tongue lapping at your skin, Conner huffing at the scent you carried, a strong mixture of your sweat and musk from being out in the desert, but also the thick layer of his own cum, it was driving him mad.

“Woah there, calm down” you laughed out, shocked at Conners sudden desperate huffing and licking, his tongue and lips exploring down your chest to try and lick up all the taste on your skin before the water of the shower washed it all away.

You almost jumped as he came, spilling all over your abdomen, still shocked at just how much he could make in one go, and the fact that Conner kept rocking his hips desperately for more. There would be no surprise if Conner wanted to stand here for hours, just milking himself with your hands and licking at your skin since his libido clearly could keep up with that, but even you had limits.

After getting covered in at least three more loads, and having Conner licking and huffing at your armpit, you decided enough was enough. Even if his needy whines and hungry whimpers made you almost reconsider, but you truly needed a shower.

In the end, you settled with letting Conner grind up against you as you scrubbed yourself, and him, clean. He didn’t even seem to care about the small jokes you made about him being a dog, Conner instead giving a small breathless woof in response.

Conner seemed almost to be floating somewhere else as you pulled the two of you out of the shower, your partner, maybe lover? Leaning into your hands as you tried to dry him off with a towel. Normally you liked to float in the pool after a bath, but seeing the look in Conners eyes you decided you two just needed to go down.

And yeah, you knew all the Atlantean jokes, and yeah, you had a waterbed you preferred more. But Conner seemed more comfortable in your actual surface bed, which was covered in breathy yet sturdy fabrics you got from your mother and aunts. Or maybe it was the fact that you mainly used this bed to jerk off and your scent had soaked into it.

At least Conner liked it, as he stuffed his face into the pillows and inhale loudly before settling down. You knew kryptonians made noises that you weren’t able to hear, but you were partly convinced you could hear his purr as you laid down beside him, Conner tucking himself against your side to keep huffing at your now much cleaner chest.

It was… kinda cute in a way. It wasn’t the weirdest thing you’d ever seen or experienced, and you liked Conner too much to let something like this weird you out. You needed to find a way to deal with the fact that he seemed to not have a limit to his libido… but that could wait for another day.