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Hello, I'm Rheita. You may know me from my other socials or not. My ao3 username is Vender_Nyx, I use this account for writing prompts for crossovers and my fanfics. BUT I do have an art account where I rarely post @lunariantias My sole boundary is do not mention me or my work on someone else's post that has nothing to do with me.

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#Rheita Ramble - Me talking out of my mind at 2 am 🤞😅

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• Master List for Fanfictions I've Posted

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• Masterpost Of Rheitais DpxDc Rarepair Event 2026

Little Community for all Dp Crossovers

Sam is taking her magic for a test drive. It's been years since she got it but man she hasn't been able to do much with it aside fight. Plant magic was extremely versatile so it shouldn't be dangerous.

It's not like she is a pacifist but Sam was also not in danger every second of her life. So she went out to their local backyard of trees away from everyone.

It was supposed to be a simple task but damn did it seem like Danny's luck was rubbing off on her. While trying to control her reach and not over spronting the vines shot straight up. A little too far up but they seem to have caught in the process.

Sam lowered them down and prayed she didn't just grab a plane or something out of the sky. But the closer it got the more she was confused. Once it was down she got a good look at it.

A pod of some kind, something she would have seen in like Danny's house. Observing it, she didn't see any Fenton logo or even a government ID on the vehicle. It would have been better that she didn't touch it but it was already too late.

The pod opened up and inside was a person in a space suit. Sam doesn't remember there being any astronaut missions but she could have been a spy too. They stared at each other for a good while before the astronaut spoke.

She was definitely not from Earth.

Welp.

This was about to be a longer day.

Jazz: Good morning Jimmy.

Jimmy: You are good with secrets right?

Jazz: That is a terrible start to the morning. Yes Jimmy, I am, why?

Jimmy: I need to tell you something so I don't blab!

Jazz: Reverse psychology?

Jimmy: Yes? No? Probably?

Jazz: Okay hit me.

Jimmy: Clark Kent is Superman.

Jazz: Wait like your coworker? Your very clumsy coworker?

Jimmy: Yes!

Jazz: Well that's definitely reverse psychology.

Jimmy: I know right?!

Jazz: Weird. Isn't he also a farm boy?

Jimmy: Yep!

Jazz: I guess that explains why he likes helping.

Jimmy: Probably. You don't seem to care all that much though.

Jazz: That your coworker is superhero?

Jimmy: Yeah?

Jazz: Eh. It could be weirder. Lex Luthor could be Superman and he just somehow managed to clone himself. Honestly I don't know why oh Rich billionaire has beef with the farm boy but I think it's ironic.

Jimmy: Oh no I don't like that mental image, never say that again. Now I have to think of Lex Luthor with hair.

Jazz: You do know he wasn't born bald right?

Jimmy: Yeah but like it's also Lex Luthor?!

Jazz: Fair enough. So. Superman...

Jimmy: Is something wrong?

Jazz: Nope. Nothing at all.

Jimmy: You know I can tell when you're lying.

Jazz: Right. Weren't there rumors about Superman dating a civilian?

Jimmy: Yeah? Honestly they kind of sounded like they were describing Clark in a way.

Jazz: Jimmy, Clark isn't skinny but only means he must be pure muscle.

Jimmy: I said in a way.

Jazz: Right. A skinny man with black hair blue eyes and somewhat clumsy in a way that can't be explained.

Jimmy: Yea— wait.

Jazz: I think I have a phone call to make or 3. It really depends on which one of them answer me first.

Jimmy: Your brother might be dating Superman oh my God.

Jazz: Oh my God indeed. Is going to take everything to not throttle them.

Jimmy: You think the others knew?

Jazz: Oh. Dan and Ellie definitely knew.

Jimmy: Remind me to never make you mad or keep secrets.

Well who would have thunk it!

Mister J finally kicked the bucket. She didn't even think that was possible?! It's not like she knew how. Punchline was still in Arkham when it happened.

All she really knew was that he ain't coming back much to her dismay. Leaving her out in the world made her feel exposed. What was her purpose if she didn't have him?

So she broke out.

Not like it was hard. Arkham is a revolving door. What she needed was to find what actually happened to him because details are vague. Gothamites aren't stupid they weren't gonna believe it without proof.

They can stay in fear. That's how he wanted it. Until Punchline can find what happened to him she doesn't care about the outcome.

Well she didn't completely.

She ran into a reporter. A stubborn lady that walked right up to her with no hit of fear or nerves. Someone in bright pink while in Gotham? She had to be insane.

Punch wasn't going to indulge her. But Miss Paulina made a very compelling case. She didn't care that she was an escapee, in fact she didn't care that Punchline was a rogue.

Miss Paulina had a greed. A desire to be something. Learning what happened to Mister J would get her what she wanted. If they worked together they could touch both sides of the law.

Now why would she ever say no to that?

Why. Why are you like this.

Ember: What?

Harley: Hol— ya know I am starting to think you like sneakin on me.

Ember: Maybe I do? Ever consider that?

Harley: GASP?! Then people think I'm crazy!

Ember: Aren't you already? Psycho.

Harley: SOCIOPATH! I AM A SOCIOPATH. God you can never get it right.

Ember: You're the one with the degree not me.

Harley: Yeah but I told ya like 7 times.

Ember: 12.

Harley: So you can keep track of that but not the word?

Ember: I like it when you yell at me?

Harley: There are levels to your madness.

Ember: Good! Anyway, did I leave my music in your apartment?

Harley: Probably? Got a show?

Ember: Yeah! Finally got the babypop to cave. I'm playing at his place.

Harley: His house? You doing house parties now?

Ember: Nah, his lair is freaken huge! Like old castle huge!

Harley: Damn?! You think he got riches to spare for the poor?

Ember: Probably? He ain't like the dragons so he probably don't got a use for it.

Harley: Steal some for me?

Ember: I'll do you one better.

Harley: No?!

Ember: Yes!

Harley: I can go to the afterlife?! Do I got to die? I kinda like living.

Ember: Nah I got friends that can help with that. It will be great! I can introduce you to everyone.

Harley: Hell yeah!

At a specific time on a specific day once a week Alfred goes missing. And it has been happening since Bruce was a child but he never knew where Alfred went. Even as he got older he never quite asked the gentleman and if he tried nudging the conversation in that direction... Well Alfred would catch on immediately.

So for the time being he let it go and years passed by and he just ignores the fact that his Butler goes missing once a week. Turns out having so many eyes ears in the Manor doubles as a curious thing. He knows that his oldest probably told his siblings about it at some point.

Dick was a naturally curious kid and Alfred going missing was new when he arrived. Eventually he started making fake stories and passing it down to the younger ones. Not that Bruce was going to stop their imagination they were kids.

Eventually it landed on Damian and Duke... The youngest and newest respectfully. Neither of them took the information of Alfred going on separate adventures at face value. He doesn't blame them, they were smart kids and aren't quite fazed by bullshit.

What he didn't expect was them being the determined type to prove all of them wrong. Bruce is proud that Damian and Duke got along so well but he didn't want them to get along with this. At some point in his mind it became a secret ritual to just never investigate what this possibly could be.

He's own mistake really.

Of course the children would ask him and he would either misdirect them or straight lie. Bruce can't be mad that Damien somehow inherited his stubbornness. Even worse when he decided to team up with the sassiest child in his care.

To make sure that they didn't overdo it Bruce decided that since they asked he might as well tag along from a distance respectfully. Just to see what methods they were trying to use to follow the old Butler. It's training and nothing more... Definitely nothing to do with his own curiosity.

Finding out that the manor Butler just went to a tea shop in the middle of the day wasn't actually as surprising as he thought it would be. But.. it turns out the person he was meeting was more interesting. A young man, definitely older than dick but younger than Bruce, with black and white hair and mix match eyes sat across from Alfred.

Bruce had never seen that man a day in his life and someone with such a peculiar appearance would immediately be on some sort of list. He had Barbara look into it well watching over his youngest shoulders. Yet nothing came up which is even worse.

While he was running through every scenario in his head Alfred had spotted them. Even waving them down. Ah shot they were caught—

Luckily they didn't go out in their uniform and were just incognito. Walking into the shop was like being hit with too many teas at once. The other man gestured to the seats next to them and the trio sat down.

"How cute I finally got to meet your family!"

"Daniel. Master Bruce, I do suspect that this was not your idea."

"He— I mean he followed so technically it is." Duke immediately threw him under the bus.

Bruce found the wall fascinating this time of year.

"None of that now. We expected this at some point I'm impressed it took this long."

"As lenient as ever. Proper introductions are in order. This is Daniel, my grim reaper."

Huh?

"Don't worry I'm kind of slacking on my job. I was supposed to take him decades ago but I really find him too cute."

HUH?!

Clark: Don't sleep on the box Maddie—

Maddie: Starting to sound like my sister Clark!

Clark: I am just looking out for ya.

Maddie: Mhm. We live in the country. "Looking out" is all the people here do.

Clark: I would never?!

Maddie: I know you aren't the noisy type. Well you could be but you don't wanna.

Clark: I was raised with respect!

Maddie: Uh huh. Respect enough that you help us build a bonfire senior year?

Clark: We had nothing to do.

Maddie: Truth!

Clark: Hm? Maddie someone's calling ya?

Maddie: If it's Vlad send it to voicemail. If it's Jack pick up then hang up immediately. I don't wanna talk to either of them.

Clark: I— why different responses to both?

Maddie: Vlad will take his sweet time leaving an hour long message. Jack will keep calling until someone answers, he never notices when I hang up.

Clark: That's just cruel.

Maddie: Have you ever known me to be kind?

Clark: When we were babies?

Maddie: I am pretty sure I pushed you out a window when we were 5.

Clark: Oh yeah..

Maddie: Ma was so mad.

Clark: Your ma was but my Ma somehow convinced her it was fine.

Maddie: Alien dingbat.

Clark: Redheaded witch.

Maddie: Pff— god I'm glad I'm home. Shouldn't have left. City folks are crazy.

Clark: Should I be worried?

Maddie: Not unless one of the guys come here.

Clark: What..

Maddie: They are crazy.

As we approach the end of summer in the northern hemisphere so too comes the end of an event I hold dear. The Spring/Summer Rarepair Event on my page will be finishing this month to close out the final few. I do find the idea fascinating and all your suggestions were cared for by me! ✨

With that being said, that also leaves me with free time again.. so a here is a poll for things you would like for Autumn and Winter!

Whatever wins will be for September forward btw so you won't see it until then 🩵

Also, is this the account I would send this to you or would I do it to a different one since I know this is mainly DCXDP 

Anyway, just wanted to ask bye 👋 😊

@meepmeepreblogthegeek Is usually my spam for other crossovers BUT I'll take it anyway. THERE IS A FANTASTIC DP x DMC COMIC AU ON THIS PLATFORM ALREADY!!! It's by @impyssadobsessions please I beg for more..

🤔 I'm not really sure how I would prompt this since it could go one of two ways.

1) They share the same world: Infinite Realms and The Underworld are two spaces that connect loosely.

2) Danny gets sent there for reasons (any reason honestly)

I do think that Danny and Dante would be both weary but understanding of each other well being. Danny could learn a lot from someone who also hunts for a living yet has a basic understanding that not all demons are evil like all ghosts aren't evil. (With that being said Dante would not like Danny's parents in the slightest 😭)

Now if they were in the same universe. Let's just say half of Danny's problems would have never happened. The government would have ended up the only real issue and even that would be loosely but who knows. Also Omg Dante mentorship would be so fun..

If it was in a different universe. A very interesting way to go about things as it would honestly depend when and where he lands. If it's post DMC 1 then he would with Patty and the Ladies. During DMC 4 would be with Nero and Danny would have so much to say about those two. During DMC 5 would just be chaos as they would find him suspicious as hell showing up during the apocalypse... After DMC 5 but before the twins return from hell? Nero would probably think Danny is Dante's and he has more family. (Let's complicate that family tree why don't we?)

All in all you would have to sit me down and hit me with a banana so I can go into depth on how much I would love to write something about this.

The last thing he expected was to get a phone call. A call from a number that was unknown but he could still check the number. He knew it looked familiar and he hasn't seen it in several decades.

When he picks up the phone John Constantine was hit with so much nostalgia. Look trouble always manages to find him but there was always someone who found every bit of it. If he was in the room with the same person all the problems would go to them not him.

Madeline.

Apparently she was married now. Definitely some fascinating stuff what he didn't know was the problems that came with it. Of course they had to be a guy crazy enough to marry her, hell even he couldn't handle all that. To that man praise every bit of him.

That wasn't the problem she called him because they have a ghost problem. Dealing with the undead could get very very messy. However the scale she was talking about was a lot worse than he thought it would be.

First off she moved from her hometown she was currently living in Amity Park. He knew that place was pretty much on every supernatural's blacklist. So John is not it surprised that she may have been the contributor of this.

More than just supernatural messy it was also politically Messy as there were hunters from the government trying to hunt down ghosts. Look John respectfully would have said no but disrespectful he is hella curious. You can tell him that he was a very stupid idea to agree to.

Since he was going and nobody else besides him and probably Zatanna know about the city itself... He's going to make it a team project. John doesn't like dealing with the US government mostly because he's a British citizen and he kind of travels the border without a passport so.. eh.

Constantine called a team meeting which honestly was a first but I made it better is that Zatanna was out of town. He could get away with it and there was no one there to defeat his efforts. Is it quite reckless to do this? Yes. Does he care? No.

Maddie brought a very fun type of trouble. She was probably the only reason he made it through his childhood without blowing his own head off. If she was going to bring crazy he might as well bring his own flavor of crazy.

Plus. Maddie would most likely push some of the heroes with big egos down a few pegs and he really wants to see that.

Hydration Check

Posture check!!

Um oh shit—

Jazz: You tell me?! You broke into my apartment.

Helena: No I'm pretty sure this is my apartment.

Jazz: I paid the rent and I've signed the lease. I know for a damn fact this is my apartment.

Helena: 602 yeah?

Jazz: If you don't even know then it's definitely not your apartment.

Helena: No it definitely is. I think the landlord just scanned both of us.

Jazz: I'm supposed to believe somebody in spandex?

Helena: What? Never met a cape in your life before?

Jazz: I have, though he usually wears a hazmat suit. Not lingerie.

Helena: I have never met anybody in a hazmat suit.

Jazz: Yeah well first times all around. Get out of my apartment.

Helena: I'm pretty sure we can work something out maybe put the text back down.

Jazz: What? Like some involuntary side work?

Helena: Well not exactly as this was my only safe house on the side of the city. Honestly I don't even need to be here most of the time I just keep my stuff here.

Jazz: Those weird boxes were yours?

Helena: So you have seen my things! Please don't tell me you threw them out..

Jazz: Half of them were like weapons?! If I threw them out I'm pretty sure I would get arrested.

Helena: Ah you're not from Gotham. That tracks. No you wouldn't have been arrested people would have thought you were like an arms dealer for a bit but not arrested. The police here are kind of shit at their jobs.

Jazz: Oh. Well I'm used to please not being very good at their jobs I just thought this was supposed to be a normal City.

Helena: Hun. Gotham is anything but normal. Did they not tell you that when you moved in?

Jazz: Everything they said sounded pretty normal?

Helena: Murderous clowns and gas weather forecast is normal?

Jazz: I mean it doesn't sound that bad. All your problems are created by humans who are train professionals in their respective categories. I'm pretty sure all of them have phds at least at one point or another.

Helena: what—

Jazz: Most of your problems don't really seem that bad? And this is coming from somebody who has lived above radiation for a better part of her life. I do have an immunity to most of the toxins I've seen so eh?

Helena: I don't know whether I should be concerned or confused.

Jazz: It's okay to be both. So I've been told.

Helena: You are a Gotham U student, aren't you?

Jazz: What gave it away? The textbook?

Helena: The snarky sarcasm. What exactly are you studying to be?

Jazz: What are you, my mother? Why you want to know?

Helena: Because I'm feeling days over and giving that you reek of tragic backstory I have a feeling that I need to keep an eye on you.

Jazz: See that's prejudice. Why are you assuming that all people with sad childhoods are the same?

Helena: I didn't mean to offend. You are camping out in my safe house though.

Jazz: MY apartment that I pay for is not a campsite. So take your shit that's in that closet and go.

Helena: Feral. Lovely.

Jazz: Kiss it.

Helena: Yes yes. I'll actually come for it later. Though I don't think this will be the last thing to see each other.

Jazz: I really hope it is I don't want to see you again.

They were two classmates that went missing that year. They only found the body of one and the other one was never seen again. In the end all day became more haunted stories for the school to tell.

But in reality it turned out to be a lot more complicated than that. Klarion had one friend when he went to human School. That one friend was killed by the children.

Pesky little things that they swear are innocent and should be protected. Of course he was pissed he despised the fact that they were able to get away with it. Losing someone he found endaring was the worst feeling in the world.

So every year in memory of his lost friend he would return the day he dies to cause the utmost pain. To all those "popular" students, the ones that they believe could get away with anything. They did not deserve rest until they paid for their crimes.

Yet every year the adults would do nothing to change their attitude. Instead they would continue to indulge them. Saying that those kids were the best and brightest and nothing could go wrong.

Klarion despised that.

Well he decided to return this year. Yet something was off. There was a lot more energy of death in the air than there usually was.

Ghosts were present not exactly for the human eye but enough for him to see. Whoever activated such high levels of magic needed an applause. But he was going to save that for another time as he saw a familiar face in the crowd.

"Hello Dexter."

"Kal?! You can finally see me!"

Oh how he misses that smile. It seems that his friend had been watching him for quite some time. Now that they can see each other the party can fully commence this year.

Jason: Sam, you could do anything to me and I would not care.

Sam: Man with confidence. Cute.

Jason: You know damn well that you love this.

Sam: Much to my dismay it just seems to be a trend for me.

Jason: Somewhat undead boyfriend?

Sam: Questionable moral boyfriend that doesn't care if I used them in a witchy seance.

Jason: I mean? If I qualify wouldn't it be in my heroic duty to stop you from doing it to someone else?

Sam: Heroic? You? Don't make me laugh.

Jason: But you did smile so I call it a win.

Sam: Because you are cheesy.

Jason: I'm a romantic at heart.

Sam: And people find you scary. If only they could see you now.

Jason: They would be jealous as I'm living the dream.

Sam: Getting scarified?

Jason: Letting my hot witch girlfriend do things to me.

Sam: Didn't think you liked Dark Romance.

Jason: I like romance in general.

Sam: Fair enough. Should have figured as much Mister Crimelord.

Jason: Ha! I knew you liked that.

Sam: Shut up.

Jason: Nope you have boosted my ego.

Sam: As if your head isn't already filled with air.

Jason: Give me a kiss.

Sam: No.

Jason: Come on!

Sam: Keep pouting and Ill trade you for a belladonna plant.

Jason: Good to know I'm worth so much.

Sam: Oh my ancients.

Jazz doesn't know how she got herself into this situation. Like yes, her family is probably really well known in certain circles. Not everyone knows everything but her parents are known by government officials, the phantoms are known by the paranormal community. You get it.

Gratefully Jazz lucked out and isn't associated with either. She got that therapist's license, she did the work. Her life was as normal as it comes! So how the hell did she end up in a summoning circle surrounded by like strangers in cloaks and even strangers in colorful uniform.

"Um. Hi?" Jazz was so embarrassed she was still in her work clothes. Nothing about her screams mad scientist or ghost from the afterlife so what the hell.

"Goddess of chaos! Lady of darkness—" Huh? HUH?!

"Woo woo woo! Hang on! NO! I AM NOT ANY OF THAT?! I AM HUMAN????" Jazz frantically denies everything while the colorful people look defensive.

Lovely. Perfect. Wth is her life? Were these people trying to contact one of her siblings? Chaos.. Ellie maybe? Jazz never really asked any of them about it. When she tried she got confused half way through and their words start sounding like static (literally).

"Are you saying you are not Eris?" One of the colorful people asked her. Jazz gave her the biggest confused look she could possibly give. Was that one of Ellie alt names? Hell she wouldn't put it past them.

45 years of trying to get out of this mess. She succeeded for almost 22 years apparently it came to an end. Jazz spoke again without moving as they were clearly still unsure of her. She explained who she was and her profession, she is as human as they come.

The cultist didn't seem happy that whatever they planned failed but they were swiftly taken out. Turns out Jazz ended up in a different world. Love that for herself. She was actually supposed to channel the chaos goddess but it failed for whatever reason.

Honestly she had a sneaking suspicion that it had something to do with her siblings but she wasn't going to try explaining that. Jazz knows possession, overshadowing, that was nothing new. All she can really hope for now is a way home.

Lucky her for getting saved by this world's heroes. They put one in charge of her, Diana who was apparently a demigoddess. While explaining herself and how everything else Jazz was glad to have her protection.

Because unbeknownst to her. Her presence was actually an interruption to both worlds. For the heroes, several people wanted to know how something that should have worked failed. She was definitely more than just humans.

On her own precious world 3 agitated royal ghosts felt their anchor go missing. In the middle of the day. 2 mad scientists find that their sole fully living child had flatline and what should have been her ghost detector has not gone off.

Nothing good can come from an anger powered Fenton. Alive or Dead.