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A lost kryptonian founded.

Superman was just taking a break out of the Fortress of solitude after a couple of training to defend himself against kryptonite in case of another fight against Lethor.

Clark watched the Icy landscape in silence. It was quiet as the sky was dark, with only the tiny sound of a dangerously slow beating of a drum or a heart right underneath the ice..

Clark immediately went into Superman mode, driving right into the very glacier of frozen ice, only to nearly crash into a body in some large tunnel hole large enough to fit an adult.

It was a boy, a preteen at most curled up in a ball hugging himself with black and white hair that had a frost covered half of a crown on his head, eyes closed as If asleep with frozen tears stuck to his face like icicles, wearing a kryptonian suit with the initials rip on his chest.

Superman didn't think much or twice as he grabbed the boy carefully, diving out the hole he made from the Icy grounds.

The boy was ice cold, much colder then space itself if it weren't for the icy breath.

He dove back to the Fortress of Solitude in a tiny bit of panic, not to think at all as the Fortress's voice of Lara spoke out with a hologram.

"DNA Recognition, distant cousin once removed, Emergency Defense security disarmed."

Her eyes flickered a bit as if a message was being played, her face look a bit worried and hopeful.

"Oh, child of my beloved brother, Jac-al, if you have survived long enough under the eccentric of my brother and found the Fortress of Solitude. I hope you that you didn't inherit my brother eccentric antic to malfunction everything he built without forgetting to check if they are faulty."

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Jack is Haphestus.

Maddie is Athena.

Speed Force/Dani begged Clockwork to eat her be reborn in Amity Park too when she found out those 2 got together. Can you imagine the drama once they get back?!

Paulina is Aphrodite and the remaining gods that haven't been reborn are treating this town like their personal soap opera. They are going to have some tea to spill when those guys get back from the mortal world!

Why are there so many gods here?

SO! One day, the Eternal Trio decided to Check if they had ant past lives using Magic.

They already knew that Tucker was the Reincarnation of some Pharoah, so maybe they were also some historical figures in a last life.

It does not go as expected.

Danny finds out that he was the Ancient of Space, and the reason Clockwork was so invested in keeping him from being erased from Time is because he's his Brother apparently.

Sam finds out that she was the Embodiment of The Green, and Undergrowths attempt at Adopting her was some scheme to become the Parent of his used-to-be Queen while she was in Mortal Form, therefore overthrowing her.

Tucker finds out that Duulaman was just one in a long line of the Reincarnations of the Sun God Ra, and that he had been quite a few more historical figures in the Past.

They were surprised to figure this out, but then they got curious.

They tested the Spell out on Jazz, and found that she used to be an Amazonian Goddess, alongside Pandora.

They test it on Dash, and find that he used to be Hermes, God of Travel and Speed.

Ellie was an Embodiment of something called the Speed Force, who was also a child of Space before their rebirth, apparently.

They slowly realize that almost every person of note in Amity Park is the Reincarnation of some kind of God or Spirit. And none of them seem to realize that.

Why are there so many reborn Gods in this town?

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Constantine is actually asking himself the EXACT same question at that very moment, after a botched teleportation spell landed him in Amity Park.

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Amity Park Field Trip:

The consequences of spilled coffee.

Mr Lancer would be considered a hardened war veteran if any member of the government not wearing white stepped foot in Amity Park.

He’d fought off zombies, ghost cops, and sentient meat on more than a few occasions to protect his students.

He’d warned each and every one of his students against misbehaving durin their field trip to Gotham and they all respected him more than enough to listen to his orders.

With Mr Lancers guidance they had made it an entire week in Gotham without any incident despite Poison Ivy taking control of the green house they visited, Scarecrow gassing the art museum mid way through their tour, and even Bane fighting Batman right outside the opera house right as they left for the evening. (Thankfully he had the foresight to put Fentons child leash on to stop him from ‘joining the fun’)

And now, here they were on their last day of their trip on their way across the Gotham University Campus to attend the lecture that brought them to Gotham in the first place.

They’d stopped by a lovely little cafe on campus and Mr Lancer was taking a long drawn out sniff of his coffee, just basking in the aroma for a moment when a high pitched laugh broke the peace and suddenly students were frantically running away from an explosion.

Normal this would be when he organizes his student and they all evacuate back to the hotel. All but one of his students had already put on their gas masks and were ready to mobilize at his command.

All but one that stared off towards the explosions with a demented grin on his face that was officially recognized as an omen of doom in no less than 10 occult journals.

Normally he would scold the teen.

Normally he’d had his coffee.

Instead Mr Lancer looked mournfully down at his spilled nectar and sighed.

Walking through his class he stopped right next to the smiling teen and reached behind him.

Every single one of his students immediately stepped back when the click of the glowing child leash signaled the boys freedom.

He didn’t even glance towards his teacher.

He had a clown to hunt.

A different laugh was heard throughout the campus that day, one that would haunt the dreams of any that had been unfortunate enough to be there the day the Joker made Mr Lancer spill his coffee.

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Amity Park Field Trip:

The consequences of spilled coffee.

Mr Lancer would be considered a hardened war veteran if any member of the government not wearing white stepped foot in Amity Park.

He’d fought off zombies, ghost cops, and sentient meat on more than a few occasions to protect his students.

He’d warned each and every one of his students against misbehaving durin their field trip to Gotham and they all respected him more than enough to listen to his orders.

With Mr Lancers guidance they had made it an entire week in Gotham without any incident despite Poison Ivy taking control of the green house they visited, Scarecrow gassing the art museum mid way through their tour, and even Bane fighting Batman right outside the opera house right as they left for the evening. (Thankfully he had the foresight to put Fentons child leash on to stop him from ‘joining the fun’)

And now, here they were on their last day of their trip on their way across the Gotham University Campus to attend the lecture that brought them to Gotham in the first place.

They’d stopped by a lovely little cafe on campus and Mr Lancer was taking a long drawn out sniff of his coffee, just basking in the aroma for a moment when a high pitched laugh broke the peace and suddenly students were frantically running away from an explosion.

Normal this would be when he organizes his student and they all evacuate back to the hotel. All but one of his students had already put on their gas masks and were ready to mobilize at his command.

All but one that stared off towards the explosions with a demented grin on his face that was officially recognized as an omen of doom in no less than 10 occult journals.

Normally he would scold the teen.

Normally he’d had his coffee.

Instead Mr Lancer looked mournfully down at his spilled nectar and sighed.

Walking through his class he stopped right next to the smiling teen and reached behind him.

Every single one of his students immediately stepped back when the click of the glowing child leash signaled the boys freedom.

He didn’t even glance towards his teacher.

He had a clown to hunt.

A different laugh was heard throughout the campus that day, one that would haunt the dreams of any that had been unfortunate enough to be there the day the Joker made Mr Lancer spill his coffee.

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Here's a weekly reminder, please don't tag #Danny Phantom in your DPxDC posts

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“Bruce doesn’t know how to cook” “Bruce doesn’t make his own bed” have you considered the possibility that Bruce knows how to do all of those things but lets Alfred do them anyway because if he doesn’t, the whole Manor falls apart?

Bruce lets Alfred make the bed because after the close call with Killer Croc last night it’s either crisp folded sheets pressed to perfection OR Alfred goes deep into the Gotham sewers with a rifle, a belt of flash-bangs, and 30 years of unresolved overprotectiveness.

let the man cook. literally, please let him cook something.

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this is. how i think tim finding out about azdick would go. dustorange and vulture-venom DO NOT look at this this is too stupid i don’t want to ruin my cool factor

tim, walking into dick’s apartment unannounced: DICK!! DO YOU HAVE ANY— jean-paul?? what are you doing here?

jean-paul, sitting on the couch in pajamas reading a book waiting for dick to get home from the grocery store with the ingredients to make muffins, freaking the fuck out because oh shit this child who definitely hates him is here right now: um. housesitting.

tim: housesitting? is dick out of town?

jean-paul: um. uh. no.

tim: then why are you—

dick, walking through the door: hey, i’m back— tim? what are you doing here?

tim: stealing your food. what’s he doing here?

dick, noticing jean-paul frantically mouthing the word “housesitting”: he’s housesitting.

tim: but you weren’t out of town?

dick: yeah you know haha typical paranoid bat-person stuff, wanna make sure no one BREAKS INTO MY HOUSE. LIKE YOU.

tim: oh, i guess you can leave now jean-paul! since dick is back!

jean paul, mumbling: but we were going to—

tim: what? what were you guys going to do after you finished “housesitting?”

jean-paul, hiding his (bright red) face in his hands: watch a documentary… about tree frogs…

tim: how interesting! you seem to be really close with the guy who’s housesitting for you, dick! seems like you guys are really good friends!

dick: tim i just LOVE how curious you are. go be curious somewhere else.

tim: i think i’ll be curious right here, actually! why is jean-paul valley on your couch at 10AM in his pajamas? *squints* wait, are those YOUR pajamas?? i recognize those pants!!

dick, completely deadpan: we had a sleepover. we had a pillow fight and painted each other’s toenails. wanna see?

tim: if you take your shoes off right now i will break the no-kill rule. oh, speaking of, who’s someone else who broke the no-kill rule? *stares daggers at jean-paul, who still has his head in his hands*

dick: tim please leave

tim: you know what i’m going to, because i’m really not interested in the gory details of *makes a vague gesture* all this, but just know this whole interaction is going in the group chat.

dick: if you tell bruce about this I’LL break the no-kill rule

tim: even i’m not that cruel it’ll be in the chat without him in it

jean-paul, very quietly: god, if you can hear this, please smite me

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Ok the Jason adopts de-aged Danny (possibly also deaged Ellie and Dan)

But, what if he adopts them pre-identity reveal? Like now he’s got to plan/enact his revenge on Batman and take care of his kid(s).

Red Hood was tired, no exhausted. It had been a long long night, he had another confrontation with the Bat and this time the asshole had brought along Nightwing, his precious new Robin no where to be seen. Which had been in his favor, if the cuckoo had shown up he didn’t know if he would have been able to stop himself from shooting all of them and ruining all his plans. Batman pissed him off enough, but all three of them? His fury would have known no bounds.

The fight had been a draw, he managed to get them out of the alley without being caught and subsequently destroying everything he had built and worked for so far. He had to made a pit stop at one of his safe houses to patch himself up, his injuries weren’t to bad, he didn’t need many stitches nor did he have any broken bones. Jason had wanted to stay at the safe house, sleep dragging at him. But he had somewhere to be, someone to take care of, he couldn’t leave them alone all night.

So he dressed himself in civies and left the safe house, sticking to the shadows, being careful to avoid being spotted. Irritation was still bubbling beneath his skin, threatening to spill over as he climbed the stairs to an apartment he knew well and unlocked the door.

“ DAD “ a shout shouted and his anger immediately evaporated. He smiled and crouched as a small body came flying at him and leaped into his arms, he held him tight and struggled to his feet when he refused to let go, carrying his kid into the living room after paying the babysitter.

Jason had not planned on taking in a kid, but when he had found the small boy hardly older than six trying to steal the tires off his bike and spitting with fury when he was caught, well… he hated to admit it but one of Bruce’s tendencies had rubbed off on him.

He would do anything for Danny, the boy had wiggled his way into his heart that hadn’t felt anything but rage in years and helped him feel love and happiness again. No one would ever hurt his son, not on his watch. He would both get his revenge on Batman and be a better father than he ever could.

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A Ghost at Gotham University Pt.2

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The espresso machine roared as Danny pushed open the door to the café. The low lighting was warm and gave the space a cozy atmosphere. It was a quiet little spot on a well-lit street, not too far from campus, and right next to the business district—which meant it was plenty busy during the day but stayed open late as a haven for night owls like himself. Danny was hoping it would be a good study spot from now on.

Not that he couldn’t study in his dorm—but he couldn't study in his dorm. There were plenty of ghosts haunting the historic dorm he was privileged enough to stay in—thanks to the Wayne Scholarship. Specifically, the ghost that haunted his small room—a frat guy from the ’80s named Brock—did not take well to Danny encroaching on his haunt.

“Bro, you cannot be serious—this is my dorm. My dad paid for me to not have a roommate!”

“BRO—” Danny countered exasperatedly, “You’re literally a ghost. Your dad hasn’t paid for anything since your Hell Week incident.”

“Hazing is all a part of the brotherhood, lil’ man. I have no regrets—my final keg stand was the stuff of legends!”

Danny facepalmed. It took promising that he’d swing by a frat party soon—and the fact that Danny had literally nowhere else to stay—to convince Brock.

“Alright, bruh. You go to a party, become my honorary brother—you can hang. The brotherhood doesn’t turn down their bros who need to couch surf!”

“This is my assigned dorm room. I’m using the bed,” Danny replied flatly.

And that was how Danny ended up getting his first college roommate. It seemed to go well the first few nights. Brock made himself scarce—usually visiting the frat house or other communal haunts around campus. Until Danny sat down to crack open his biology book, and Brock appeared in a flash—moaning about how studying harshed the vibe of his haunt, and refusing to let Danny ruin that while he stayed there. This was apparently some ghostly trigger, it seemed—so Danny couldn’t fault him too much. But it didn’t stop him from grumbling as he hauled his heavy backpack down the street.

Walking the dark streets of Gotham just to study wasn’t his best choice, but he had a pop quiz tomorrow! It wasn’t his fault he’d procrastinated all day under the false assumption he’d be able to study in his dorm. Then, like a lighthouse guiding him home—the neon sign for Gotham Grounds caught his eye. Hark! He was saved!

Now, as he made his way through the café, with only a few patrons sprawled about, he decided to take a whole table in the front for himself. Perfect! Now he could spread out a bit, grab a little coffee, and dig into his assignments. He was determined to make Jazz proud this time around—get the best grades he could, prioritize school, so he could have a strong career in whatever he ended up wanting to do (he still wasn’t sure yet…). After all, college isn’t cheap—and if he wanted to keep his scholarship, he’d have to be way more committed to his studies than he was in high school.

As he walked up to the counter to place his order, he came to an abrupt stop when a new patron came speeding through the door. The guy in question—tall, dark-haired, wearing a stunning suit—would’ve been handsome if he didn’t look so utterly sleep-deprived. His eyes, framed by dark circles, popped wide open when he realized his hurried and abrupt entry made him cut Danny off in line. He let out a brief, “Oh, sorry—you go!” and ushered Danny forward to order first.

“Thanks—” Danny’s soft reply hitched in his throat when they caught eyes. Mr. Handsome Stranger smirked a bit before Danny shook his head and turned his focus back to what was important right now—caffeine! He wrestled through the bi-panic to remember his coffee order.

“Uhhh, I’ll have a medium red-eye.” The barista looked aghast, and Danny at least had the self-awareness to look a bit sheepish.

“A red-eye at 8 p.m.? Are you sure? That stuff’ll wake the dead…”

Danny mused that it was nice the barista seemed to care enough for his well-being to double-check.

“Oh yeah,” he quickly tried to laugh it off. “Lots of studying to do tonight, and it really doesn’t hit me that bad.” The barista reluctantly rang him up and gestured to Mr. Handsome behind Danny.

“What about you, sir?”

Sleepy Beauty blinked slowly and yawned out, “I’ll take a black-eye…”

“A black-eye? Geez, what’s with all these hardcore coffee orders this late?” The slack-jawed employee was absolutely peeved as he rang up the next order. “You want that to-go as usual, Mr. Drake?”

The guy—Mr. Drake, apparently—glanced at Danny, who quickly looked away.

“I’ll take it for here, actually. I’ve got some work to do as well.”

“All right—two death-by-coffee’s coming up… you freaks.” The surly man chuckled as he fired up the espresso machine and got to work.

Danny was already back at his table—staring very intently at that biology book that had seemed so important ten minutes ago.

“Sorry Jazz, I’m weak,” he thought to himself.

If this was the rate he was going at, he might not make it through the semester. He noticed this Drake guy had picked a table adjacent to his at the front. Danny could see him out of the corner of his eye as he pulled a sleek laptop from his bag.

After a moment, the barista sauntered over to their tables with their orders. Danny looked up at Mr. Drake and chuckled.

“That’s so funny we both got pretty much the same order—that guy thought we were nuts.”

“Hey, it’s always good to meet someone with superior taste in coffee,” he laughed back. “I’m Tim, by the way.”

“Danny!” he replied with a crooked smile.

They raised their mugs to each other in solidarity before hunkering down to their respective tasks.

And from then on, they worked in comfortable silence. Only the sound of soft jazz pouring through the radio, the espresso machine, and the murmur of the few other patrons filled the air. The night eventually wore on, and about an hour later, Tim left. Danny’s eyes trailed him on the way out.

“It was nice to finally meet someone who wasn’t a ghost,” he mused. “I wonder if I’ll see him around?”

Unbeknownst to Danny, Tim was hurrying back to the Nest to suit up for the night. He couldn’t believe he’d wasted a whole hour of patrol over coffee and a brief moment of bi-panic! But then again, it had been nice to take a moment to breathe. A busy day at the office followed up by what was sure to be a long night out—he couldn’t fault himself for wanting to stop for a minute.

He was going to be thinking about those blue eyes all night…

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Danny moves to Gotham...

When Danny decided on Gotham as his college of choice, he should have anticipated how much of a pain it would turn out to be. Before moving, he had thought his midwest suburbia was overwrought with ghostly activity.

Now seeing Gotham for what it was; he realized his small town had been an idyllic spot, perfect for a young halfa to slowly come to terms with his ghost powers. He was now thanking his lucky stars he hadn't had to deal with the ghosts of Gotham as a kid...

They would have torn him apart.

Once he'd gotten through his first week in town, he realized even the regular humans would have torn him apart too. This city seemed to have a special way of tearing people down, in every class and community.

If he'd been a normal disillusioned college student, he would've blamed systemic issues that can be easily summed up in statistics on the nightly news. But he knew better than that- there was a rot here. A rot that was otherworldly...

These ghosts were the accumulation of decades of depravity. Ectoplasm flowed as easily here as much as it did in his parent's basement lab. The veil was thin, and the ghosts could slip in and out with ease.

He wondered how long the city had been suffering this way, as some of the oldest spirits here seemed the most normal to him. A poet haunting the centuries old English building on campus, or a drunken sailor that frequented the historic "Gotham's oldest pub" near the harbor. Half the ghosts after the turn of the century were different generations of mobsters- most with tommy guns, and those ghost bullets were NOT fun to dodge on his way to class.

There were so many ghosts he had to watch his back around, he'd sometimes forget he needed to keep his eye on the living too. Without his ability to phase, he'd have been mugged or stabbed at least 3 times in his first week alone. He did enjoy the way that one street thug's eyes popped out of his head when Danny pulled the knife out of his shirt and chunked it in a garbage can.

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However Danny missed the way Red Robin's eyes also bugged out when he saw a mugging victim casually pull a knife out his chest and walk away. The 3rd robin nearly fell off his perch on the roof nearby.

"Hey Bats, looks like another Meta tourist is just walking around at night. Everyone keep an eye out for this kid, I hope he makes it home all right..."

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The closest experience I've ever had to discovering "the vitamin" was buying a 100% wool outfit and wearing it in the winter.

Not only was I not freezing anymore, I was not sweating and overheating either. The horrible sensory nightmare of winter clothes disappeared.

In particular, I bought a pair of wool pants. They were a thrifted pair of fancy dress pants like you would wear at an important office job, and they were easily the most comfortable pair of winter-appropriate pants i'd ever worn. I wore them Every Single Day.

From that point on I realized a lot of my clothes were making me feel bad, and the common thread was polyester. Especially polyester blends.

It's a trap because the polyester clothes are the ones that always feel sooooo silky soft when they are in the store, whereas cotton, linen and wool can feel comparatively rough and scratchy. But when actually wearing them for hours throughout the day, it's the natural fibers that feel more comfortable.

Maybe the secret to sensory comfort is not about the presence of softness, but the absence of overloading sensations. Or maybe the sensory stress and agony is not triggered by texture of the fabric, but by how it breathes and regulates temperature.

Then there's the problem of clothing life span: polyester blends, no matter how soft they seem at first, become rough and scratchy and covered in hard, itchy pills after wearing them 10 or 20 times, whether or not they have been tumble-dried or even washed at all. (I tested it!) Linen and cotton become softer and more comfy the more you wear them, polyester but ESPECIALLY polyester blends become a constant stressor. Polyester blend t-shirts I used to love for their softness now feel bristly and irritating.

So now I'm trying to change my wardrobe to as many natural fibers as possible, and the more natural fiber clothes i have the more I realize that the plastic fibers stress me out. It's so easy to overheat or freeze in them and they're always degrading and becoming less comfortable and it sucks.

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I'm putting a leather cover on my thread book to make it more durable, and debating a layer of board between the paper and leather for extra rigidity.

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Sometimes I get the urge to go feral and do something uncivilized. Unfit for polite society. If it's harmless I follow it. #gremlincore

So earlier today I was on my hands and knees, drinking from my cat's water fountain, when an idea struck me - a gremlin or otherwise chaotic being's ghost possesses a king or queen and runs away, causing chaos and mayhem on the way.

The party is a bunch of lackluster adventurers hired by the monarch's preteen child, who's determined to lead it, trying to capture them without harm. And mitigating all the pranks and chaos left on their trail.

­Thanks, random goblin!

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skeetles….