Let there be random!

Why not oats?

I’ve been looking it up for over an hour now, with no luck on finding any answers. Figured a plant witch would either know or be able to entice the answer from another nerd.

Also I know damn well you’ll probably want to do it if it can be done. Fiber crafts hell is home. :)

However, Phantom also is not known outside of Amity. He only ever helps if Amity is in danger in some way, and doesn't go to other cities or assist other heroes.

(It's because Danny never wanted to be a hero in the first place and he doesn't want the headache that comes with something like the larger hero community being able to call on him. They have things handled anyways, so fuck it.)

As such, Phantom merch is only sold in Amity. Tiny dolls and hoodies with his logo and lunchboxes sold on Etsy and Facebook Marketplace, and no sales outside of the city.

Phantom, as a hero, is kept a secret from the Justice League and the Justice League Dark, entirely by circumstance. Just the way he likes it.

Then Dash Baxter, self-proclaimed #2 Phantom Phan (Paulina beat him in hand to hand combat and won the title of #1), went to Gotham University and became the roommate of one Damian Wayne.

Dash, who Does Not Stop wearing his Phandom merch.

Damian was told to at least try the typical college experience, to do dorm living for a semester to see if that could kickstart him gaining friends in college, only to find a freak of a roommate who wears merch for a hero he's never heard of.

Would this end up as a "And they were roommates" kind of situation?

As in they either do end up together. Or it's just that how liminals tend to socialize means that the Bat's and Damian's other non-Amity friends, all assume they're dating.

Love the idea that due to liminals being more passionate (at the very least, but sometimes outright obsessive) and possessive in general than the typical person, means that even just totally platonic friendships between two liminals can end up looking like a romantic relationship from an unaware outsider pov.

Like with liminals you've got one of three things when it comes to non-romantic relationship, you're enemies, you're irrelevent, or you're ride or die besties.

There is no being just casual friends with a liminal, you're either best buds or you're a random stranger they've been forced to share proximity with. Which means more often than not you end up as enemies.

Anyways, adore the idea of Damian just going full liminal cat-like behavior and constantly sprawling all over Dash, or even just demanding Dash carry him around once they get comfortable around each other.

Like don't get me wrong, lovelovelove damian&dash, no matter what happens i want them to be such besties.

but like. he goes to amity, and then what.

"my people.." softly? or "what the fuck" swears for the first time?

what does this mean for phantom. what does this mean for the a-listers. what does this mean for the phantom gang!!!!

A-lister centric AU maybe?? accidental "ive been inundated into some sort of cult, father, but it is harmless and i can handle myself." phanclub member Damian???????? does he wear the merch??? what if he accidentally love squares it with danny/phantom, and what does that mean for his best friendship with Dash?? does dash wingman for him??? for who??? fenton??? phantom??? why does it feel like losing no matter which side he supports for his new bestie???

inquiring minds want to know!!!!

“Damian, what are you drinking?”

Damian holds a glowing green cup. “A smoothie.” He takes a long, slow sip.

“Damian.”

Damian continues to drink, making constant eye contact with his father.

Bruce’s eye twitches. He makes a move to slap the toxic beverage out of his son’s hand.

Damian hisses, and climbs up Dash’s tall frame like a feral cat. “If Dash can have ecto-smoothies, so can I,” Damian shouts. He punctuates this by slurping his smoothie loudly.

Bruce tries to grab Damian. His son evades him, switching to Dash’s other shoulder. Damian continues drinking, using his free hand to flip off his father.

Dash gives a good natured smile. “If your dad is hungry-“

Damian scoffs. “It’ll probably kill him. We grew up in separate households.” Dash nods in understanding.

Bruce does not nod in understanding. He does not understand. He is very confused, actually.

“Cool to meet you Mr.Wayne. I’ll bring Damian back in a few hours. We’re going to meet up with Jon at the arcade.” Dash confidently walks away. Damian is still perched on Dash’s shoulder, smirking spitefully at his father. He attempts to slurp from his smoothie cup, but it’s empty.

//-\\-//-\\

Damian and Dash move in perfect sync, connecting against eachother in a non-brand-specific-dance-based-rhythm-game (or NBSDBRG for short)

Jon looks on in awe. Damian always made fun of his lack of skill at NBSDBRGs. To be fair, Jon is distracted by the cool lights and sounds. This time, watching the two dance is absolutely mesmerizing. Damian and Dash have laser focus on the game.

Jon pulls an eraser out of his pocket and flings it at Damian. Damian dodges without looking away from the screen.

Jon plans for how he can best prank Damian without ensuring the wrath of his best friend. He sneaks behind Damian, and blows just a bit of his freeze breath down his friends neck.

Damian jumps, ruining his streak. “Jon! You sabatoeur, how dare you.” Jon cackles. Dash hoots in victory.

“I would have won had Jon not intervened.”

“Sneak attacks happen all the time. Not my fault you’re not prepared.” Dash argues, grabbing the pool of tickets pouring out the NBSDBRG.

Damian scoffs. “The whole point of a sneak attack is to catch people unprepared.”

“I’m always prepared. I’m prepared in my sleep.” Dash playfully shoves Damian away from his pool of tickets.

“How is that even possible?” Jon asks.

“Bear traps. Not just good for bears, you know.” Damian nods sagely at Dash’s wisdom. Jon just blinks in response.

“Still, your performance would have been far worse if you were fighting off a combatant while playing.” Damian points out.

“Yeah right. I’m great at multitasking” Dash says.

“Wanna bet?” Damian asks with a dangerous gleam in his eyes. “You against Jon, while I attack you with this.” Damian brandishes a marker. “Three strikes from me, and I win. I have until the end of the match to defeat you. Meanwhile, you have to beat Jon. You win if you evade me during the match and beat Jon’s abysmal score. Winner gets all of today’s tickets.”

“Oh it’s on.” Dash cracks his knuckles unnecessarily.

\\-//-\\-//

Dash pours the last bucket of tickets into the collector. A combination of Damian’s spending money, Jon’s enthusiam, and Dash’s mad gamer skills led to a very large winning haul.

Damian had overestimated Jon’s competence at the dancing game. Dash examined the prize counter.

He laid eyes on the vigilante merch. It wasn’t great: the Robin plushies had brown hair for some reason, and the Batman’s ears were longer than his entire torso. There were some plush versions of different heroes: Wonder Woman, Flash, Superman, Hawkman.

But there wasn’t any Phantom merch.

“They’re missing the best hero.” Dash complained.

“Which one? Superboy?” Jon asked.

“Phantom! Danny Phantom, the ghost hero. He’s way better than all these underpants wearing clowns.”

“I’ve never heard of Phantom.” Jon said.

“He’s the local hero to Amity Park, where Dash grew up.” Damian explained.

“Hometown loyalty, I get it.” Jon nodded. He’d be loyal to Kansas heroes, if there were any.

“It’s more than that.” Dash argued. “Phantom is like, the strongest hero ever. He could beat any of these Justice League guys, no contest. He could probably take them all out at once, if he really wanted to.”

“No way.” Jon argued. “Superman has so many different powers. Some small town hero I’ve never even heard of could never defeat Superman.”

“You’re crazy.” Dash said, selecting a Batman plushie that had nipples for no discernible reason. He chose that one, along with a very large dog plushie, and a chew toy for dogs, and paid with their haul of tickets. The dog was nearly the size of Damian. Dash carried it with expertise.

“No way. Phantom probably couldn’t even beat Superboy. I would know about any heroes that powerful.”

“I would agree with Jon.” Damian said. “Superman is a lot more powerful in person. Your hometown bias is likely swaying your viewpoint.”

“Bet. You get Superboy down here, I’ll get phantom, the two fight. Whoever wins gets nipples Batman.”

Danny does it soley for the nipples Batman. Is has nothing to do with his pride. Nope. Not a thing.

So Superboy and Danny Phantom meet. At first, Jon is confused because yes, Danny exists, yes, he’s dead, and yes, one punch from Danny was enough to break his nose. Even with Danny profusely apologizing, Jon is now apprehensive. He also has a call to make, because if one punch from Phantom is enough to break his nose, what could he do to Superman? Was it Jon’s half human genes making him weak enough to be hit, or was Phantom that strong?

Damian grimaced, because he knows a ghost. The world is in danger, and he is possibly the only one who can stop it.

Still, it’s rather unfortunate what he must do.

“I know a ghost.” He states confidently.

The rest of the room stops arguing, and stares at Robin. Batman stares with a “why didn’t you tell me about this” glare.

“He’s a friend of a friend.” Damian says. “And I have the offering, as is customary for asking favors of ghosts.”

“If you’re willing to stick your neck out so it ain’t my soul on the line, all the better.” Constantine drinks from a flask. It’s the end of the world, after all.

Damian nods and prepares the summoning circle to the exact specifications Dash used last time. The Justice league watch as Damian chants with a mystical air “ring ring, it’s a magic phone call”. The words echo with power.

The lights above flicker, then go out. Green lightning sizzles around the circle. The floor inside the circle rips away, revealing a glowing green hole, brighter than any Lazarus pits.

From the circle comes a body. It’s humanoid in shape, but blacker than the darkest night, and brighter than any star he’s ever seen. Glowing green eyes stare down on Damian.

“Phantom.” Damian speaks. “We, the Justice League, need your assistance.”

“Tell me what you seek” the ghost intones, in a language Damian’s never learned yet understands perfectly. He sounds of flashes of light, of cracking ice, of tortured pain, of home in a way that beckons like a siren.

Damian explains the threat methodically. It’s a report that outlines everything they know about the threat, along with a brief plan of attack for Phantom.

Phantom nods in understanding. “I can. But the bargain requires payment.”

Damian unlocks a box. Constantine grimaces at the thought of what could be inside, what an Eldritch death god might consider appropriate payment for saving the world.

“The prize from our last bargain… it’s one of a pair.” Damian says cryptically.

Batman is horrified at the implications. Could he even know what kind of deal his son had made? Or would his mind be unable to comprehend it? He hoped that Damian hadn’t killed anyone recently.

Damian draws from the box… a cheap Robin plushie. It has nipples, for some unfathomable reason.

Constantine laughs, a choked sound from a man who’s looking death in the face. Disbelief.

Batman agrees with the assessment. He’s had a good run, but he’s about to be smited by a god due to the antics of his son. He’s rather surprised, surprised it’s taken this long. He had long thought that Dick would mock a god, who would smite the earth in return. In fact, Batman had lasted through several more Robins.

Damian offered the Robin plush to the creature in the circle.

The creature takes it. The hole closes, the floor repaired from where the thing had come, as though nothing had happened. However, the thing Robin had summoned would likely be haunting everyone’s nightmares for years to come.

Except maybe Constantine. He was right on the edge of not being able to remember anything from today. A few more drinks, and he’d be over that limit.

Why not oats?

I’ve been looking it up for over an hour now, with no luck on finding any answers. Figured a plant witch would either know or be able to entice the answer from another nerd.

Also I know damn well you’ll probably want to do it if it can be done. Fiber crafts hell is home. :)

THERE'S A WAY TO BYPASS THE COMMISSION AND PEOPLE ARE ALREADY WORKING ON IT

"...What?" Flash asks, protein bar halfway to his mouth. He's in the cafeteria of the Watchtower, and he's not the only one with his eyes pinned to the TV.

"I'm not sure I understand, Linda, can you clarify what they mean by that?" The male reporter asks, smile strained.

"Certainly, Todd. The Infinite Realms has stated that they do not believe that the United States of America is a real country, and as such, will not seek to make any deals or treaties with them."

Wonder Woman raises an eyebrow, leaning back in her seat.

"Then...then what do they think America is?" Todd asks from the TV, sounding a little desperate.

"Apparently, they view America as 'a collection of toddlers that bathe in money pretending like they own the world'."

Honestly? Power move would be to recognize the Tribes. Since according to THIER(Infinite Realms) records? They were there first. Sorry guys! You're illegal immigrants. We only recognize the RIGHTFUL governments of this land.

"That appears to be correct Todd."

"Then what, exactly, do they think is in-between Native lands? The ocean?"

"Apparently, as I clearly stated before, they believe it's a no mans land infested with toddlers that bathe in money and pretend they own the world."

"That doesn't make any sense!"

And then, per his agreement with various Native Nations, when one of his does come to cause trouble, the King sends an envoy to bring them back, since the humans would struggle to defeat a rogue ghost. (Danny retro-proactively authorizing his work as Phantom and also attempting to obscure the fact that he is the King.)

All in all, one nation refusing to recognize another is a political issue. The Justice League should be very careful, very hesitant to insert themselves into a political spat between countries. It's one thing to act in defense of the whole planet, or even to take a stance for people's rights. But international politics is not and should not be Justice League business. Even trying to get involved could be read as a massive overstep of power; a breach of trust that could erode any good will or cooperation they currently have with world governments.

I could, however, see them thinking the King's information is out of date and trying to update him about recent changes of power from the last few hundred years. But once he makes clear he knows of and simply does not acknowledge the colonizers as the reigning government; well he's not really a threat now is he? Not the kind of problem the Justice League needs to solve.

Given the fact that certain parts of the US gov’t are very much onboard with throwing tantrums, it’d probably be sanctioned by someone too.

the fridge-freezer is in the kitchen. Not only are there dishes every day, not only are there food preparation surfaces of various kinds every day, not only are there crumbs and odds and ends that fall on the floor every day ... but the fridge-freezer is in the kitchen. The oven is in the kitchen, the food cupboards are in the kitchen, and above all THE KITCHEN BIN IS IN THE KITCHEN.

I mean, it's not like the bathroom is all sweetness and light, but seriously! Who in their right mind is choosing the bathroom?!?!?!?

#You can piss in the kitchen sink but you can't make lasagna in the shower