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TIL that a recent study out of the University of Kansas found that it takes about 50 hours of socializing to go from acquaintance to casual friend, an additional 40 hours to become a “real” friend, and a total of 200 hours to become a close friend.

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My favorite DPxDC posts on tumblr (as I find them)

Eco-Ecto-Scientist Danny (I recommend going through all the reblogs of this one, they go in all sorts of beautiful directions, but you will get sucked in for a good two hours)

Danny and Sam are Thomas and Martha reincarnated

Dead on Main singer!Danny au song

Crime Lord Danny

Everlasting Insomniacs - Tim goes to Arkham

Danny and Danielle hostages in Gotham with moving walls

Tucker is a Streamer Danny is his cryptid roommate

Jazz is Arkham's new entertainment version 1

Jazz is Arkham's new entertainment version 2

Team Phantom knocks out Nightwing

Son of Themyscira: Danny's Grave

Danny works at a diner front

Team Phantom is Young Justice Dark

Batman buys Constantine's soul

Constantine's Interns

CADMUS Danny and Match

Danny is a training villain art

Danny's Bowery Daycare (with fic link)

VVV These two start with the same prompt but go in wildly different directions. VVV

Escalation au

Instincts au

Thermos/Urn Misunderstandings

Drink mix-up and Weston family curse

That's all I can find for now, my eyes are burning and I've been at this for 3.5 hours.

INTRODUCTION AND MASTERPOST

SIDE BLOGS: @curious-minds-verse

Hi! I'm Mae, a long-time lurker, and occasional poster. I mainly post in the DPXDC community, but am active in the DCU, DP, Spider-Man, Miraculous Ladybug, Percy Jackson, Epic the Musical and Harry Potter fandoms (as well as some more that I'm pretty sure I forgot).

I have a discord server for my fics, and you can find that here!

Anyway, I'm also a freelance writer, who's commissions are usually open. My carrd usually has all of my stuff, including my socials, prices, how to commission and more.

ANWAY, onto to the Masterpost!

[MULTIPOSTS]

[Phantom & Fent—wait, that's a Wayne!]

[Kingmaker]

[CURIOUS MINDS]

[ONE SHOTS]

[A haunting image]

[Jazz & Darkseid]

[Billy telling the truth]

[It's a nice day]

[PROMPTS]

[Maddie & Talia]

[Historical DP, Modern DC]

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“It doesn’t count,” she murmured. “Not if all he knows is the perfect persona. That’s not me. Do you get what I mean?“ 

Adrien’s words flowed out of him without real thought, his tone casual. He was still reeling.  "I’m a model, Ladybug. I know exactly what you mean.” She stilled, studying his face with growing horror.  He patted his own chest. “This is not me. I’m not perfect and warm and kind. I get jealous and mean just like everyone else. I can be impulsive and make stupid mistakes too. And no one knows that.”

–from a witch’s familiar by @metawohoo​ this scene filled me with a mighty need to do some ladrien yesterday. i swear there’s so much potential for delicious angst in this ship, i love it. ;0;

Thank you! It was fun to draw to this. Looks like we both were dealing with blocks at the time when we were making these. It was nice.

It's been my first time being in an Invisobang and I got to do it with @nelkcats go read their fic! Constantine despite appearing at the very end and causing himself his own trouble is always amusing to see. Also it was fun to beta read for ya!

hey,

i follow you and a few others for your round-robin style dpxdc stories. Which!!! I love so much!! Who else is there that you do that with regularly? Are there any blogs you recommend if i want to read more round-robin fic?

thx

There are quite a few people. Sorry it took so long to answer. Kept forgetting my inbox existed. This is by no means and exhaustive list. Just people I know pop up often!

@radiance1 @bluerosefox @zylev-blog @puppetmaster13u

@ailithnight @regonold @angryraptor13 @angryricepudding

@thenightwolf51 @evilminji @nerdpoe @lolottes

@babbling-babull @soniclozdplove @ryoalouette @hypewinter

@charlietheepicwriter7 @freshmiraclecheesecake

@ashoutinthedarkness @bianca-hooks123

@britcision @gaddaboutgriffon @thatrandomsarahchick

@ourrechte-blog @kyrianclawraith

Percy Jackson AU where Luke is reincarnated Odysseus, Thalia is reincarnated Penelope, and Percy is reincarnated Telemachus.

Meeting each other again is the happiest moment of Luke and Thalia's new lives.

Luke and Thalia both loving Annabeth as their daughter, but still mourning the son they think they'll never see again.

Luke, recognizing Percy as Telemachus instantly, is overjoyed and simultaneously devastated because Thalia will never know their son is alive (Luke weeping with joy when Kronos tells him there's a way to save Thalia).

Percy, who's had deja vu regarding the whole missing dad thing his entire life, does NOT recognize Luke as Odysseus and is having a rough time, Athena please help him (Annabeth makes for an acceptable substitute).

Luke, staring horrified at the trident hovering over Percy's head, because not only did he just frame his son for stealing Zeus' lightning bolt, but his son is now the son of his most hated enemy. Luke would happily splay Poseidon's guts out on the rocks again if it meant getting Thalia back. Poseidon who killed his men, who turned him into a monster, stole his son.

[ HOSPITAL ]

Now. You might be wondering why on earth my first thought was that I was a reincarnate rather than—well rather than something normal like coming out of a coma or being miraculously saved at a hospital. 

(Miraculously—heh. You’ll get that joke soon enough). 

But let’s review the facts, shall we? 

Firstly, I got stabbed and bled out. I felt myself die. It was horrible, and agonizing, and quite frankly horrifying, but there’s no mistaking that sensation. Nothing else would compare, and I knew that I’d carry that feeling for the rest of my life. (Would that be the appropriate term, if the way I was alive counted for anything? The rest of my existence, maybe?)

Secondly, I woke up somewhere cold and unfamiliar. Not in an ambulance, not in a hospital bed, but rather with the strangest bone-deep conviction that I was somewhere warm and all-encompassing and suddenly wasn’t. This confused me the most, because­­—as I said—there was no possible way for me to have survived in any normal sense. It would take a miracle and a half, and evidently that hadn’t come up if the way I was carried around in the arms of strangers as though I weighed nothing had anything to say about this absurd situation.

And thirdly. This was the most damning part of it all: the last words I’d heard before I’d fallen asleep.

“Félicitations, c'est une fille!”

With my limited high-school French, even I could understand this.

Congratulations—it’s a girl!

So, with all these clues, with everything adding up the way it did, is it even a mystery that my first thought was reincarnation?

***

When I wake up from my impromptu nap, it’s to warmth. Cosy, pleasant warmth, the kind that makes you want to burrow further under your covers and maybe kick your feet due to the sheer contentment you feel, and drift lazily to sleep.

I was set on doing that—determined, even, to push away all thoughts of the sheer magnitude of this situation, and the absurdity of it—but my stomach decides that it’s going to rebel and make me aware of the fact that I was starving. The sensation is overwhelming, my tiny body wracked with hunger that felt devastating, and I do the only thing that this tiny body is capable of doing. I scream. I cry.

This is vastly different from my last outburst. That was the confused, panicked wail of an adult-turned-baby, and with the confusion and overstimulation and bright lights and cold and the smell of hospital disinfectant and being wet and slimy and being slapped on my rear­—

Yeah, there was nothing left for me to do except scream; no recourse available apart from distress that was devastating in its intensity.

This cry of mine is instinctual. It’s what this body decides to do, and before I’m even aware of it, I’m doing it again. Louder, even, as though my mouth and lungs have remembered what to do and are compensating for the initial delay. My limbs are trapped in fabric, and before I can panic at that, I’m lifted. Cradled.

My eyes are closed, squinted, and I’m sure that even if I could open them, I wouldn’t be able to see anything. But my ears don’t have that problem, and I can hear a soft voice murmuring in that same musical language—which I can now tentatively identify as French­—and I can hear the snap of something, a strap loosening and then—

Oh.

Oh.

Warmth. A new kind of warmth. It’s sweet, and rich, and flows down my throat like I’m starving. (As an aside, this was my first taste of food in this new life, no matter the source. No wonder I felt euphoric, almost drunk on finally filling my stomach, when this tiny body had never even felt so much as a hunger pang before).

I don’t think; I just act, latching onto the offered source of food and drinking as though my life depends on it. It’s humiliating. It’s weird. It’s something that I adamantly don’t want to think about, my mind shying away from exactly where I’m greedily guzzling from.

The voice above me hums softly. It’s a lullaby I don’t recognise, and it sounds soothing. My eyelids droop, a deep satisfied sleepiness creeping in again. This body betrays me by falling asleep, and honestly? I don’t fight it. I don’t want to think about what happened. I don’t want to process all that’s happened. Not now. Not yet. 

I sleep.

[PREV] [MASTERPOST] [NEXT]

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FIND THE REST HERE:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64262899/chapters/164948017#workskin

OK I have this idea.

Danny Phantom and justice league crossover except the JL are convinced that Danny and Phantom are two different people. They assume it’s like a Dr Fate or an Exhantress scenario except more consensual and stuff. And because Danny offhandly said that one time he’s separated into Danny and Phantom but fused back at the end of the day, they further believe it.

They also met both “identities.” Fenton was a sort of shy more awkward teen but seemed more resourceful and technologically-based. He slouches and he’s your every day average teen aside from all the ghost bull. Now Phantom? He was braver, he was sassier, he always leapt first into danger. Our of the two, Phantom is the more immature one.

Of course, this is because of years of identity hiding that Danny has a difference stance. And as Fenton, he had to be more resourceful since it typically meant he didn’t have time to transform to Phantom. There’s more strategy. He’s reckless as Phantom since he knows he can take it. Often enough, he doesn’t need to rely on tech and is in high-hostility events that he needs to save people.

This misunderstanding carries on until someone in the League has a question on ghosts and wants Fenton’s input.

“Hey, can you tell me about ectoplasmic weapon cores?” Barry asks. The latest villain has this glowing weapon that Barry swears smells like ectoplasm. (Don’t ask why he knows the smell. They don’t talk about that incident.)

Phantom is startled out of his daydream. “Oh-? Uh- Ectoplasm weapons? Yeah I can tell you-“

Misunderstanding the confusion as stupidity, Barry goes, “Is it okay if I have this, um, conversation wi- Could you transform to Fenton?”

Phantom furrows his brow. “Why? I can answer whatever question you have like this.”

Barry doesn’t know how to explain that he doesn’t trust Phantom’s expertise compared to Fenton’s. A fairly wild thing to think when Phantom was the ghost between the two.

“It would… help me more if you were Fenton?” Barry tried to articulate.

Phantom, far too bewildered and damn exhausted, gives up and transforms. Some energy returns as he no longer needs to maintain ghost form. Barry visibly relaxes and rattles on what ectoplasm can do within a weapon.

It’s when Danny’s staring up to his bedroom ceiling, hours after the event, that he thinks up why it happened.

“Oh Ancients, Flash hates ghosts.”

———

Further after misunderstandings are cleared ->

Danny nudges Superman. “Can you believe that Flash thought I was two separate beings? Like Fenton and Phantom weren’t the same person?”

Superman blinks. “You’re not?”

“I-? How did you not know!?”

“You don’t have a heartbeat as Phantom!”

“I can stop it when I’m human too!”

“I thought it was a ghostly side effect!”

-

Danny flops on the couch of the JL lounge room. “Both Supes and Flash thought I was some Etrigan type with two people in the same body. I can’t believe their that stupid.”

Green Lantern, there for the complimentary fruit gummies, looks at Danny confused. “Wait- what do you mean?”

Danny death stares Lantern. “Don’t tell me- Do you think Fenton and Phantom are different people?”

GL, unwilling to admit that he was wrong, lies, “Of course not. They’re the same person in the same body. Everyone knows that.”

Danny continues staring until GL breaks (damn those creepy eyes).

“It’s your fault for tricking us,” GL accuses, still unwilling to back down.

Danny just groans that these were the people who were earth’s protectors.

-

“Aquaman, who do you like better: Fenton or Phantom?”

“Why, while I enjoy Fenton’s company, you are our main companion in battle and-“

“Stop there, you don’t know that we’re the same person.” Danny was too frustrated to even ask. “Fenton is just my secret identity.”

Aquaman blinks the same way Superman did. “A ghost doesn’t need a secret identity.”

Danny thinks he’ll scream. “Neither does Superman, yet he does.”

“But you don’t need one. I- Could I have this conversation with Fenton? He can explain this better.”

The argument continued the same way with the others.

-

“Hey Bats, you know-?”

“Yes. Hostage situation in Coast City. Be there within the next ten minutes.”

-

Wonder Woman pets his head and says, “You always have a warrior’s spirit, young one. That about you never changes.”

Danny tears up a little.

DC x DP Prompt

Jasmine is dead. Danny, Dante, and Ellie all watched as one of the Fenton's newest prototypes went awol and shot Jasmine through the chest. Their sister is dead.

On an unrelated note (very related actually), Captain Marvel and the rest of the JLD are losing their shit because not even one but three godlings are going apeshit on humanity. And one of them knocked Superman the fuck out.

Somewhere in the Ghost Zone Jazz has a choice to make. One her siblings had no say in but she does. And-

"Tik tok Jasmine, time is ticking."