#martian manhunter imagine

[hanasnx]

isn't it insane that martian manhunter can literally change the size of his dick? like he could literally, if he wanted to, just change the size of his dick mid-fuck and split you in half. i really just think that's absolutely insane.

-🍃

MINORS DNI 18+

“Forgive me. I’m… unaccustomed to human.” J’ONN J’ONZZ miraculously forms a sentence through the constraints of pleasure. Sweetly rocking into you at a snail’s pace as if it reserve a little time to recuperate and gather his bearings. You had no idea that he’d be this beside himself, keeping your legs spread nice for him with your hands tucked in the crooks of your knees.

“Take your time.” you exhale with a proud curl to your lips. It’s flattering to say the least that you’re his first here on Earth, and he can’t wrap his head around what you feel like. Not to mention his length is obviously shaped unlike anything you’ve had before, the only similarity you can compose is a Bad Dragon dildo you ordered for its unique figure.

“Are you enjoying yourself?” A mildly uneasy question, conveying his nervousness. “You are secreting.” he notes aloud, and casually ruts to test the new lubricant.

“Oh, yeah. It just helps me take in something a little bigger that’s all.” you respond, winded from the effort of it all. It’s unusual how clinical he can be during intimacy, but you try to take it in stride. Answering is a matter of satisfying his curiosity, which you now realize is driving his actions when you feel a peculiar sensation inside you. Not only is more length being introduced, but girth too. He picks up his pace with a groan, rolling his taut abdomen to lick the inside of you with his cock. “I— Woah, what?" In short, you're bewildered, rocking with each of his thrusts into you, your suspended legs bobbing.

"Do you like it?" he asks, clawing into the pillow under your head as he hovers over you. You're speechless, your jaw hanging open with various "Oh"s spilling out of it. "You cannot imagine a tighter space…" he hisses, willing his dick to grow. As a shapeshifter, he was not aware that size could alter an already mind-blowing sensation to an all new level of ecstasy for both parties.

"Oh— fuck, J'onn, I didn't even think of that—" you gasp and you arch your back, letting ease into fucking you deeper than you've ever been touched before.

[gatorbites-imagines]

I love your Kryptonian hcs! I was wondering if you have any Martian hcs? I really love j'onn and itd be cool if you had any hcs!   

Martian Headcanons

I don’t have anywhere as many headcanons for Martians as I do kryptonians but I do have a couple, so here they are :)

I believe things like gender are completely different on Mars before Martian society was wiped out. Because of their ability to shapeshift things like gender were very loose, and they probably only really had one type of pronouns that everyone used, as physical appearance was just built on what you wanted to look like.

Martians didn’t have much of a spoken language because they all possessed something like telepathy, so they communicated mostly through that than they did with speech.

Martians mate/marry for life, so if their spouse/mate dies that’s it. They, like kryptonians to some extent, are able to sense when they’ve found their perfect match, though its through their telepathy and other mind powers, where kryptonians is more through their senses and a pull they feel for their other.

Any Martian is able to carry child, or impregnate someone else if they so please, thanks to their shapeshifting. Its typically the strongest of the two that carries the child, as they are able to be pregnant without fearing for their health or the child’s.

Martians don’t purr or make any noise in that regard, but they do something you could compare to two cats wrapping their tails together. With their telepathy they’ll hold onto each other to some extent, though its mainly with their minds so there’s always a connection.

Kissing on the lips is a human concept for the most parts, so Martians tend to press their foreheads together instead. This can be a platonic, familial, or romantic move, it all depends on what they are projecting with their mind when they do.

Martians are the best partners when it comes to communication in relationships, as they can sense if you are distressed and will find time to sit down and talk about it. Two Martians will communicate with their telepathy and have the issue solved quicker than we can keep up, but if you are a human or just not a telepath, they are good at talking too.

Because they are vulnerable to fire, Martians aren’t the biggest fan when it comes to heat, so they tend to like it colder. So, with a Martian lover you can expect to have to wear warm clothes in the winter or to sleep. Though, when your partner notices they’d turn up the heat for you. They wont die from it, they are just more comfortable in the cold, but seeing you comfortable is most important to them.

If you aren’t a Martian and are dating/mated to one, they might alter their appearance when you learn what your type is, because they want to be appealing and attractive to you. Youd have to sit them down and explain that, their appearance isn’t what’s important to you, and you love them as they are.

[logancreatesworlds]

Pillow Princess

Author’s Note: Yes, I know it’s been years but I’m getting through my first job and I’m going to grad school so cut me some slack.  Here, you filthy animals!  Special thanks to @black-is-beautiful18​ @macfizzle​ @khoicesbyk and @misswonderfrojustice​

Warnings: Cursing, sexual content - Don’t like, don’t read.  18+ only.

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J’onn exhaled in annoyance as he flew the javelin back to the watchtower.  You, the sugary root of his exasperation, had spent the last hour ranting about how he “was too overprotective” and “never let you defend yourself.”  It wasn’t his fault he had to save you after Cheetah almost sliced you into ribbons.  

You were gifted with strength and speed that almost matched that of Wonder Woman and you had the power to teleport on top of that.  Too bad Cheetah nicked you on your side before you could ‘vanish’ out of her reach - a nasty wound which J’onn had to cauterize with his heat vision after dealing with her.

“Are you even listening?”  You asked him angrily.

“How could I not?  Your complaining shall be heard by everyone in the galaxy.”

“Excuse me?!”

“Yes,” J’onn snapped, “Excuse you for not listening to my instructions and reading Wonder Woman’s report on Cheetah.  If you had, you would’ve known she is as fast as you if not faster.”

“You know damn well I hate reading!”

“Of course, unless it’s an erotica,” J’onn replies, not looking at you.

Your mouth flies open with an indignant gasp and J’onn smirks with brief satisfaction as you cross your arms and steam quietly.

The rest of the flight was silent.

_

“Hey guys,” Flash greets as he and Superman approached, “How was the miss-”

“Ask him,” you huffed angrily as you stormed past the two.

J’onn clenched his jaw at how disrespectful you were.  He had told you about that.

“Rough mission?”  The Man of Steel asked.

“Rough day in general,” The Martian replies, shaking his head.

“Vanish seems pretty pissed off,” Flash comments.

“Well that’s what happens when you aren’t careful during a mission,” J’onn says, brushing past them, “I’ll see you both later.”

_

You sat in silence as Batman gathered supplies to patch you up.  You couldn’t let Cheetah get the drop on you again.

“You look constipated,” Batman comments.

You gave him an annoyed look, one which the Caped Crusader was unfazed by.

“It’s true,” he said, bringing bandages and alcohol over to where you were.

“...The mission was rough today,” you relented.

“Meaning?”

“Meaning J’onn won’t stop babying me,” you huffed.

“I find that hard to believe.”

“How come?”

“Because you’re rash and hot-tempered.”

“That is not true!” You argued as he finished bandaging your scratched arm.

Batman gave you a knowing look and you sighed.  Okay, maybe you were.

Then, J’onn walked in.

But you weren’t about to let him know that.

“I can take it from here, Batman,” J’onn says.

Batman nods and leaves the two of you alone, being sure to give a look on the way out.

J’onn quickly gets to work without a word and you let him.

“You can drop the attitude,” the Martian says as he dabs alcohol on the already-healing wound on your stomach.

“I will drop it when I feel like it,” you hiss venomously.

“I’m gonna dismiss that as post-battle jitters,” J’onn says, smirking as he intentionally presses the alcohol-dipped cloth on the wound.  

It wasn’t enough to hurt you.  He knew that.  It was enough to get on your nerves.

“Fuck you!”  You shouted at him.

Black Canary and Green Arrow just so happened to be walking right past the Medbay during your outburst.  The look in J’onn’s eyes when he saw them was enough to make them continue.

J’onn took another exasperated breath.  Breathe, he told himself, Count to ten.

Calmly, the Martian laid the cloth down and leaned over you.

His two green arms guarded both sides of your body as his lips laid against your ear.

“You are so far out of line right now,” J’onn whispered in your ear, “You are already in enough trouble and if you don’t fix that attitude, I’m going to take off this belt, drag you in front of everybody in the mess hall and spank you until you cannot sit.  Is that what you want?”

“No.”

“That’s what I thought.  Now be quiet and let me finishing cleaning the wound you earned.”

_

Once J’onn was done, the two of you headed home.

The route back to your apartment was more quiet than the one back to the Watchtower, only this time you were grateful for the silence.  The two of you slipped indoors unnoticed and you dropped your bag and coat on the couch before wordlessly heading to the shower.

The memory of you removing your costume was swiftly replaced by the feel of warm water hitting your sore muscles.  All of the day’s trials and tribulations were forgotten as you cleaned yourself.

A familiar set of hands settled on your hips as you let the hot water rinse your breasts.  You tipped your head back further as J’onn made his way up your back with the soapy washcloth and the gently wrung it out, intentionally brushing his fingertips along your spine.

Whether his fingers were outside or inside of you, you could not deny that the Martian was gifted with his hands.

J’onn used his right hand to pull you to him, allowing his left to run up your stomach and to briefly clutch your breast.  The way he would play with your nipples was your favorite.

Just when you were finally getting into it, J’onn stopped.

The Martian got out of the shower and grabbed his towel before heading off to your room.

Indignance washing over you like the hot water, you quickly turned the shower off and marched into the bedroom.

“What the fuck was that?”  You snapped.

“What was what?”

“Don’t ‘what’ me, you jackass,” you snapped, “You left me high and dry.”

J’onn finished drying his neck and smirked at you, “You don’t look dry to me.  Perhaps you’re just upset because Veronica misses me.  Does she miss me, (Y/N)?”

You glared silently as the cold air hit your skin, amplifying the iciness of the droplets cascading down your hips and stomach.  Your lady parts pulsed at his arrogance.

You hated how he was right.  J’onn hadn’t been inside of you for two weeks.

J’onn sat down on the bed and smiled.  Of course he looked unusually large because of his size.  But given the two years you had been together, that was normal to you.

“Come here,” he said.

You walked up to him.  Not needing any more direction, you handed him your towel.

The energy between the two of you seemed to wash over the room as J’onn rubbed the towel over your skin.

His eyes never left yours as his fingers brushed over the scar on your right breast.

You took initiative and closed the distance between the two of you.  J’onn’s lips wholeheartedly received yours and you pushed him back onto the bed.  His hands grabbed your ass as you crawled on top of him.

Then, you stopped.

“What’s wrong?” J’onn asked.

You slowly crawled off him and sunk down in front of him.

“(Y/N)?”

“Take off your clothes,” you ordered.

“But-”

“You haven’t taken care of me in a whole ass week,” you snapped at him, “Looks like I’ll have to do it myself.”

J’onn smiled as he shifted out of his clothes.  His muscles elongated as you stretched over him.

You always loved his true form.  It was long, angular and he showed it only to a select few - one of which was you.

You wordlessly rubbed between his legs and J’onn took the cue.  Using his shapeshifting, he unsheathed the most private piece of himself and you took him in your hands.

The pleasure leaked into his red eyes as you jacked him off and a sigh escaped his lips.  You kept a steady pace until J’onn rolled you both over.

“What are you doing?” You asked him.

“You don’t get to put yourself in danger and then touch me how you please.  Touching is for good girls.”

“But-”

The look J’onn gave you silence you immediately and your eyes stayed connected as he spread your legs apart.

He then feasted on your pussy, sucking it like crab legs.

Your moans filled the room as you felt the Martian’s tongue extend into you and lick out the arousal.

‘That’s it, pillow princess,’ he whispered in your head, ‘Feed your boyfriend.’

You cried as J’onn stopped eating you out just before you were about to cum.

J’onn smiled down as you and you glared at him.

‘Fuck you,’ you mumble to him, unable to keep the smile off your face.

He pulled your front to meet him, putting your legs over your shoulder.

‘As you wish, dear,’ the Martian purred.

You did not walk straight the next morning.

_

Yes, yes - I know.  I’ll be writing more.

[lesserfandomappreciation]

If you take requests for Martian Manhunter could you do him with a human s/o like dating, family just fluff headcanons?

The sheer calm this man exudes is unfair. He approaches each situation with such calm and kind logic it is physically impossible to stay upset with the man for long. There is a lot about humanity that he does not understand and long before then J’onn has always been someone who prefers to approach with calmness than with rashness - he seeks to understand his s/o, what stresses them and how he can be there to support them. 

Experiencing Earth and humanity through his s/o is very eye-opening for him. He already has a bit of respect and empathy for Earth, but to see humanity and be a part of it are different experiences. He does worry about bothering s/o too much with all his questions, but if they give him the green light he is staring at them forlornly imploring an explanation.

Martian dating is pretty similar to Earth dating; get to know the other person, explore interests, find mutual ground, etc. The whole ‘non-telepathic’ thing humanity has does make the ‘how’ of all this new to J’onn. He does enjoy getting to see these places in person with s/o. It’s interesting to actually see it versus seeing a memory of it. 

This man has no idea, but he is touch-starved. Casual and affectionate touches are unfamiliar gestures to him - J’onn did not grow up with them, and he really doesn’t know how to initiate them.  The first time s/o holds his hand is the first time his heart stops. Easily addicted to touch. It is a comfort to him. Too bad he has no idea how to initiate. S/o will feel him boring holes into the back of their head, staring until he gets a hand held.

[jesncin]

I was watching the rain outside my window and started to wonder, which MartianFam member loves rain the most?

J'onn is enamored with the beauty of Earth. Meanwhile M'gann, as a floral white martian being, enjoys many things plants enjoy.

[aeturnum-mendacacium]

How many people do you think batman had to see die? Because batman can't save everyone and this is Gotham, it's not a game, he has most definitely seen people, kids bleeding out to their death and know that they won't make it

Do you think he has held a child in a alleyway, leaning on the tattered wall, and let blood pour out of this boy, maybe a teenager, maybe just a kid, but held them so dearly, rocking them, humming, telling them that he'll be there till it ends, and do you think that during those times, a child so Little would have asked why it's ending, that he didn't want to go, and asked batman to come with him just for a bit cause he was scared to go alone, it doesn't matter what age, how many do you think he lied to? So that they could rest just for a bit, and then held on to that for the rest of his life? And had to move on. Move on and plan for the next day.

Do you think it was the reason why he was late for a few justice league meetings? Holding on to a dying life he knows he couldn't save, lying to them, comforting them, and then arriving late to get interrogated,blamed, for not being on time, and offering a simple offhanded excuse.

?knowing that tomorrow he has to escort another soul because there are no angels anymore to do so, lie to them that he'll follow them through, then turn around at the gates of heaven to drag his bloodied feet and follow his footsteps back to hell?

[spectral-snippets-and-drabbles]

A Martyr From the Ashes

For everyone in the fandom saying saying that Danny thinks Martian ManHunter is cooler than Superman, we don't really see it all that much in writing.

I'mma try and fix that...

~•~•~•~•~•~

The Martian Book of Legends held the heroic tale of Saint Da'han'yul Fen'tuun of Mars, a sickly albino priest of a small town that held marriages, sermons regarding life and how it should be enriched and lived to its fullest, and specialized in funerals that used cremations with fire, a feat thought to be physically impossible by the masses. As people saw him look into the flames without fear while others cowered, rumors spread that the young man was blessed by H'ronmeer himself, the Martian God of Fire, Life, and Death.

People spoke about how Da'han'yul turned down all attempts at courtship, for he had decided to dedicate his life to bring light in the darkest times to all lives in the name of his God. He was a thing of beauty with a gentle soul and shy demeanor, even the Red and Green skinned who had still held a firm belief on the caste system could not deny his charm. How the terminally ill Martian carried on his mission with a smile, nobody knew.

However, tragedy struck on the day that should have spelled the beginning of the end for the Martian people. A parasitic species had invaded the Martian Homeworld and was causing untold havoc. As civilians fled from the threat and prepared a counter offensive, it was Da'han'yul Fen'tuun who charged into the danger headfirst to save his people from becoming prey.

As others pleaded for him to run away, in a great bright flash of light, a gigantic Martian loomed over the enemy emerged where the ill Martian stood, coated in flames in a form they've never seen before with a halo and body that burned a haunting green.

The deafening silence still held as the enormous creature brought a massive fist on the giant pale walker that was destroying homes. A wave of its hand sent a wall of green flames raced towards the foot soldiers, reducing them to ash while his people and buildings were not harmed in any form without an ounce fear of these fires the creature used to purge the enemy. Within the hour, the threat had been neutralized and peace was brought back to the red planet.

As the Martian people looked to the titan, they knew. H'ronmeer's had chosen his most loyal servant, Da'han'yul, as the avatar of his wrath to smite those who would bring his people harm. The people hugged and wept tears of joy and cheered for the priest and H'ronmeer for saving them, but the tears soon became tears of sorrow.

The giant groaned in pain as he fell on one knee as it began to crumble into ash before the people's very eyes. Like a flame, Da'han'yul Fen'tuun had burned his brightest when life needed him most, and now death called to him as it slowly extinguished it to give him peace. With a final message, he pleaded to his people to come together as one and to not see one another as lesser or greater than, but as equals who can help one another in the darkest of times and the hardships yet to come. With his final moments gone, a final telepathic embrace was given to all before he fell silent for the last time.

The massive pile of ash that were his remains was brought back to his little village and made into a beautiful garden of ash in the temple where the newly titled Saint made his home in, where it would be made a holy site that many would come to give their thanks and pay their respects for H'ronmeer' and his champion alike.

And for centuries, peace was held before it was shattered by Ma'alefa'ak, who unleashed the Fire Plague to take vengeance on his people for his inability to experience the psionic way of life that was the norm. His smile as his people screamed in anguish was knocked off his face in the most literal of terms when a Martian struck him down and had him by the throat.

A Martian with eyes burning in anger as Ma'alefa'ak failed to break free and was being beaten severely for his crimes against the people of Mars. A Martian made entirely up of ash and green embers.

Saint Da'han'yul Fen'tuun had returned, if only for a moment longer. And he was not happy.

Quickly, one by one across the planet, the martians set ablaze burned a gentle green that healed them. In this miraculous act of divine intervention, not a single Martian had lost their life. Most were now unconscious with labored breathing being heard.

J'onn watched on as his brother screamed in agony as his body burst into green flames as a pool of ash began to swallow his brother whole. Before disappearing entirely, Da'han'yul told him the punishment his brother would be facing.

"Ma'alefa'ak's psionic abilities have been awoken. He will be sentenced to become a living flame until he has lived the collective life span of all that he has tried to extinguish."

J'onn was too stunned to speak. With how long a Martian can live, it was the equivalent of telling him his brother would be suffering for an eternity. It seemed unethical, but he knew his brother had dug his own grave the moment he saw the reanimated remains of Da'han'yul Fen'tuun's ashes take swift action.

"Everything will be ok now, J'onn. Go to your family and tend to them.

"Da'han'yul...Thank you. I'm sorry I wasn't there to help you when you were still alive." J'onn solemnly uttered as he looked to the ground, unable to look at his deceased youngest brother.

"Nonsense J'onn, it's not your fault...The caste system...it–"

"I could've done more! Instead I saved myself instead of being there when my brothers needed me most!"

"J'onn...you were just a child."

"It makes none of it right!"

He was right in that aspect, but it still didn't feel right. Ma'alefa'ak' was ostracized by society, was treated like a freak of nature for lack of natural gifts and he wanted to burn society to the ground in the most literal of terms because of it.

While Da'han'yul, the forgotten youngest brother, was treated horribly for being albino and treated cruelly. He contracted a deadly disease when he separated himself from the family to live in isolation with other albinos that made him sickly and cut his life expectancy down severely. Knowing what befell him, seeing him struggle to move and hold down food at times while J'onn and their parents did nothing.

These tumultuous emotions sat in J'onn for so long. The way he wanted to go and help them both, but the fear of association and social punishment for merely being seen with his brothers made him cry when he younger for being so weak willed. It wasn't until their parents bragged about the sacrifice their forgotten child had made, the sone they purposely scorned made him snap.

"J'onn, promise to keep my message alive for me. Help our people become whole again."

"Of course, brother." Is what J'onn tells him as he watches his little brother vanish again for a third and final time.

[too0bsessedformyowngood]

Do you think the general public in the dc universe knows all the superpowers of each hero in their own city (or the bigger heroes). I just thinking, heroes probably don’t advertise their powers or what abilities they have so the flashier and more used powers are more well known, but the subtle, or not outward powers are probably more obscure knowledge or speculated on.

Just imagine like people making Wiki articles or known powers of each hero and getting in debates of what powers so of them have. Like on Reddit there is a long ongoing article of weather or not Superman has super-hearing and x-ray vision or has echolocation. Like when Batman first showed up some people adamantly thought he was a shadow demon or could control darkness, and there still resents of that with like people trying to spread ‘gotcha facts’ that Batman can actually control clouds and that is why it’s always overcast in Gotham. Or like ‘Top 10 Superpowers you didn’t know these Justice Leaguers had’ videos and on there is like, “Martian Manhunter has Telepathy, there has been reports from people who he has saved of him talking to them in their mind while saving them.” Even misconceptions of what group a hero is a part of. Like some people adamantly believe Starfire is a Super just from a different family and that’s why her powers are just slightly off, like they confidently believe that Tamaraneans is just the group of Kryptonians she is from and refuse to do any research or listen to new information.

Just the general public in the dc universe speculating on things about the heroes that wouldn’t be as well know or known really at all by the general public.

[tanglepelt]

Dp x dc idea 163

Danny learns while being held by the Giw that he can in fact make portals. For whatever reason he can call the portal even with anti ecto cuffs. They start out small and unstable. Disappearing with the blink of an eye.

It’s only when he is being dissected it’s a fully formed portal. Only lasting long enough to engulf him. Table and all.

He has no idea where he’ll end up. All he knows is it’s somewhere on earth and he is still strapped to the table.

Some potential places he could end up. The Kent’s barn, in front of Martian manhunter, in the middle of the gala, the middle of a legion of doom meeting, the middle of the justice league, maybe even in the middle of a Wayne family dinner.

[puppetmaster13u]

Thinkin of Meat Marionette Bruce and his relationship with the Justice League

It'd be hilarious if like, he was still a founder but doesn't go out for any meetings or whatever with the public so the new league members in the beginning have no idea about him lmao. They just see this giant cloaked thing crouching next to the computer one morning and understandably freaks out and brings Superman and Wonderwoman running to clear up the misunderstandings lol.

Also thinkin about @phoenixcatch7's idea of head rubbing portraying trust and the idea of Bruce leaning his head against Clark or Diana to get pets for comfort. Just getting real close and practically exposing his neck to show that he trusts the two of them with his life.

[corner-master]

A Refuge in the Afterlife?

DPxDC Crossover prompt

One day a message from space is sent to Earth, a call for assistance for the last survivors of a destroyed planet. The Justice League, of course, receive this message and a Team sets out to make contact with the group, ready to offer them whatever supplies they need and perhaps a location to rehome themselves.

Among this team would be one of the Green Lanterns, Guy or Hal, who are of course curious about why this group sought out Earth specifically instead of reaching out to the Corps? The answer to that question being quite simple:

To save the souls of their dead.

As it turns out, with the destruction of their Home World the survivors believe that not only are they at risk of becoming lost souls upon their own deaths, but the very Afterlife dimension that was attached to their world is at risk of ceasing to exist unless they find another world whose Afterlife can take theirs in as well, combing the two as one.

And wouldn't you know it, the surviving priests and/or mystics have received word from their endangered Ancestors that the Earth has a King of the Infinite Realms who may be willing to do just that. Once they reach the planet, they would be so grateful if the Justice League would be willing to help them petition this King for asylum for their people, both dead and alive.

The only problem?

This is the first time anybody from the League has even heard of this so-called King, and now everybody's scrambling to find out whatever they can about this being. And what little they are finding is nothing short of alarming. A mad tyrant who tried to invade the living world?! Yeah, they need to get on top of this fast, before the Refugees arrive!

Meanwhile, Danny just felt a shiver run up his spine and wonders if it's because his dad's latest batch of fudge came out a little too ecto-contaminated.

(Spoilers: it wasn't the fudge).

My personal Head-canon when it comes to the infinite Realms: the reason why we don't see any other religious figures or alien beings, is because Pariah Dark screwed up relations so bad with the other afterlife realms that the infinite realms has become largely cut off from everything else but Earth. Too much greed and trying to conquer shit to be considered a good neighbor, even by demon standards. Doesn't even matter that Pariah's been sealed away, it's still his dimension as long as he exists, and the absolutely hostile environment and denizens there prove it.

The word of today that inspired this post is Syncretism: (via wikipedia) the practice of combining different beliefs and various schools of thought. Syncretism involves the merging or assimilation of several originally discrete traditions, especially in the theology and mythology of religion, thus asserting an underlying unity and allowing for an inclusive approach to other faiths.

[eddens-the-reporter]

Started reading Animal Man (1988) and went a little crazy. Please understand I wanted to read it because his JLE appearances made him seem like a nice, deeply average man with a wife and kids that he loved very much. I knew the Animal Man character had some fourth-wall breaking weird stuff going on, but I really thought the comic would be fun and sweet. I was hoping for some cute family moments.

God in heaven. But there is no God, is there? Only the void. The creeping sense of wrongness. The careless writers on a time crunch trying to get something on a page. And the destruction of everything you know and hold dear at the whims of their storytelling.

And then eventually he just goes back to the Justice League and carries on??

[aahsokaatano]

I love making Clark and Barry SO Midwestern. They should be the most annoying together. They're finishing up a JL meeting and Clark will slap his legs and go "well!" and Barry automatically stands up to go and the rest of the JL is like ?????. They're even more confused when Clark and Barry just continue the conversation out in the hall. Guys I thought we were done.

[the-imaginative-hobbyist]

Zack Snyder's Justice League trilogy.

[jesncin]

Do the martians have clothes that shapeshift with them or...?

Martians don't need clothes since they can just shapeshift their form! They still buy clothes every now and then though. Think of it like the gems from Steven Universe, how they feel about themselves changes how they look.

[audreyscribes]

Martian demigod? Where the mortal parent is Martian Manhunter?

> [gets this ask not long after the Kryptonian demigod ask] > [Sips morning tea and starts cracking fingers to begin furiously typing and then takes a nap]

Alright let's go, another sort of long one!

There are still limitations to speak of and yet Martian can be very OP as well, just like Kryptonians, but there’s one major downside where they’re weak to Fire. Depends on which lore you want to go with where they’re just weak to fire but there’s also a bit of Martian Lore that despite how flexible and vast the capabilities of Martian, they’re were made to be weak to Fire, not as a physical weakness but as a psychological weakness. For those who don’t know there’s a piece of lore where the Guardians of Oa, placed a powerful psychic block within the Martians to inhibit and prevent the Martians from using their genetic talents for conquest. This happened when the Martians were they were known as the Burning Maritans, where they were constantly ablaze and inflicted suffering and torment into others; relying on the heat of an inferno and the psychic suffering of others in order to reproduce. There’s more to this lore but that’s the gist of their weakness. Otherwise, I can see them adapting more into the aspect of the gods and oh boy, this can be very dangerous and powerful. Out of all the gods that Martian demigods would benefit from the most are: Apollo, Ares, Athena, Dionysus, and Hephaestus With the rest from being mid to low power.  

Apollo-Martian demigods benefiting from producing light, especially when the Martians live underground, and a healing factor

Athena-Martian demigods adopting strongly from Athena and their Martian parent where their telepathic and psychic powers are immense, with even stronger intellect, and able to form telepathic bonds that are like Satyrs. There’s also the possibility of Athena-Martian demigods inheriting Athena’s quirk of how she can have children- Anyways, Athena-Maritan demigods would be cracked at creating inventions and crafting with Martian society being so technologically advanced and with their intellect allowing them to just create things. 

Ares-Martian demigods would probably be most at home and adapt into their power prowess with Ares being technically connected to Mars. Dionysus-Martian demigods being more adept at the psychic and mental realm.

And Hephaestus- Martian Demigod would be rare since Hephaestus is a God of Fire, but if Hephaestus and a Martian had a demigod, their child would no longer have or be able to bypass the Fire Psychic Block and come into their true nature and power much more easily. Now there’s the possibility of that demigod being too powerful and dangerous and being evil, so there’s that. Otherwise, they too are at the risk of having an asexual birth, like Athena does with her own children, but with fire. Putting that aside, the engineering and creation of a Hephaestus-Martian demigod would be HUGE since Martians are very technologically advanced and can make a lot of stuff. 

In general Martian demigods will still be vulnerable to physical earthly dangers but I would say their major weakness is to magic; much like the reasons for Kryptonians but because it’s Magic then anything else.