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DP x DC Prompt — Mars Isn't My Home Address

If anyone asked Phantom who his favorite superhero was, it was always Martian Manhunter.

Danny's favorite was that as well, but for sake of secret identity, he always said Superman. He was alien, too, just less cool in his opinion.

There wasn't many one-on-one interviews with the Man from Mars, but there were books about Martian culture and even some text in newer history books.

He wouldn't admit it, but the desire to become something bigger than mischief and party tricks came from the want to be something even slightly like his hero.

He loses that hope when the countless calls to the Justice League are left unanswered, but he never loses his love for space or the alien that comes from it.

After Danny does yet another favor for Clockwork, he finds two books on his desk that night. There's no note, but the pages of the first are written in a language he doesn't understand.

The second's cover was unmarked, but once he flipped through it, it dawned on him.

One was a book in Martian. The other was a translator and dictionary.

Tucker was enthralled, but didn't really have a love for languages, so he coded a flashcard system so Danny could learn. After that, he spent a decent amount of time in Clockwork's lair.

The weird, ultra-powerful time Ancient was oddly humoring Danny. He even began to engage him in conversations in Martian once the teen knew enough.

It took a while to become almost fluent, but it was useful that time didn't really pass in Clockwork's domain.

For Halloween, he had the brilliant idea to dress as someone from Mars with encouragement from his friends and Jazz.

As Phantom, he was getting the handle of changing up his appearance, so why not turn his skin green? Eyes red? Swap out his rubber jumpsuit into a traditional Martian clothing?

(No, Sam, he was not going to go bald. His hair was fabulous, thank you very much.)

He kept his face and head normal, as it was a bit too hard to manipulate his skull, but at the end? He looked wicked.

For the entire night, he patrolled Amity looking like this and giving the Twizzlers he didn't eat to the kids with the coolest costumes.

Tucker wanted to 'remember the moment' or something, so Danny obligingly did a little cameo.

"Hi, I'm Phantom, and I'm your favorite dead kid in Amity Park." Danny grinned to the camera. It was easy, almost natural to introduce himself in Martian now. "Happy Halloween! Don't let the ghosts and ghouls steal your candy tonight!"

To prove his point, he made his hand intangible reached into a pumpkin-shaped candy bucket to take some candy before going invisible into the night.

After translating so Tucker could add captions, Danny de-transformed and enjoyed the final night in October with his best friends.

Obviously, this video was meant for the masses of Amity, so Tucker just uploaded and posted it without much of a second thought. It's not like it would get through the media block anyway.

Whether it be a mistake by the GIW or... someone else making it so it reached larger social media, the 10 second long reel did.

It goes viral overnight because the language this random, unheard-of teenager was speaking? It had the few words that were confirmed to be Martian.

Hours later, in a distant room in the Watchtower, J'onn J'onnz is awoken an urgent message.

He's in a state of shock but confirms that yes, they are speaking Martian. Fluently. The accent needed to be touched up, but there was even a couple of slang words that were intermixed.

There's something unparalleled, to know that there is more of your people. Especially one that was, by way of language and physicality, young.

Except... When more was researched by Batman's colleagues, there's more videos.

J'onn uses the Zeta Tube the moment he watches a blurry recording from weeks in the past of the unknown Martian bleeding. They look different, but the features are the same, and he's dripping the green blood that one would have bled on Mars.

He will not let another one of his people suffer like that, even if they are older than their appearance. Never again.

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[This isn’t my fic, but I deeply, deeply love it and want more eyes on it because the author is a wonderful person and the story is DARLING I’m loving it so far and want to give it a great big shout out. So: SHOUT OUT]

Chapters: 36/? Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Harry Potter/George Weasley, Hermione Granger/Fred Weasley, Sirius Black/Remus Lupin, Minor or Background Relationship(s) Characters: Harry Potter, George Weasley, Fred Weasley, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Ron Weasley, Ginny Weasley Additional Tags: Magical Contracts, Harry Potter is Heir to Multiple Noble Houses, Creature Inheritance, Veela Harry Potter, Friends to Lovers, Albus Dumbledore Bashing, Manipulative Albus Dumbledore, Mutual Pining, Harry Potter Deserves Better, Indian Harry Potter, Fix-It, Sirius Black and Remus Lupin Raise Harry Potter, Harry Potter Has a Family, Underage Smoking Summary:

Fred was laughing.

He’d been laughing for a while and there was no signs he was stoping anytime soon. Even Bill was grinning, the bastard. The goblin helping them was just staring at his twin, waiting for the interruption to end, but he had a look in his eye that screamed amusement. George was about ready to set the whole office on fire.

Their magical inheritance wasn’t anything much, they got their family magic and an outline of their magical core and abilities. Having their magic mapped would be useful, being able to hone their abilities would help them invent new spells after all. Over all there wasn’t anything unusual in them, except for George’s that is. The thing that had his twin in a tizzy was on the last page of George’s file.

 Magical Betrothal-1678 (Contract by house of Potter and house of Weasley)

Hadrian Potter Black to George Fabien Weasley

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It’s an understatement to say that the wizarding community was shocked when news broke that Harry Potter, 25, was currently dating George Weasley,27. No one had expected it, not after a particular tabloid had spun article after article of the Harry Potter being together with Viktor Krum, having pictured them drinking together at The Three Broomsticks. A month after that, there was gossip on how they had broken things up and that Cedric Diggory was the main cause of it.

That was utter rubbish, of course, considering that Harry has been dating George since he was twenty-one. They had kept in on the down low for the fun of it, both now prominent figures - Harry steadily climbing up the ladder of possibly being the youngest Senior Auror, and George crowned entrepeuner of the year with how successful Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes was doing.

Not even the family had an inkling, explosions of “how did we not know” breaking out, refusing to believe that they didn’t have any idea despite the fact that everyone got together for Christmas every year for a solid two weeks at The Burrow. Molly had been in tears, understandably, far too emotional and happy to manage a proper sentence.

Harry enters the kitchen and finds George perusing the paper with glee, cup of coffee in hand. He’s about to grab a cup for himself from the sink when he’s gently snagged by the waist, his boyfriend’s lap serving as a makeshift chair.

“Honestly, are you still reading that article?” But Harry can’t help but to smile fondly at the moving picture of George and he, thinking that this is probably the happiest he’s looked in the Daily Prophet.

“Come on, I’ve had to endure years of reading about you being paired with other men. Can’t I be happy that the truth is finally out?” George sets the paper down with a boyish grin.

“…I’ve not really ever pegged you as the jealous sort.”

“Shame.” George gently kisses Harry on the shoulder. “Remember that time you were in your fifth year and some bloke from Ravenclaw asked you to go to Hogsmeade with him?”

“…yeah, but he cancelled at the last minute because he wouldn’t stop itching…” Realization finally dawns on Harry. “It was you!”

“Good ol-fashioned itching powder all over his bed.”

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Oh my god, this is incredible.

...I'm taking an art class this semester...

Could I- Could I do this for every assignment this semester? Just constantly sneak Zoro into the background?

ive been adding zoro to my environment studies. yknow. because he gets lost

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Oh yeah, I ended up writing a fic about this, so uhhh

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If you Give a Ghost a Family (20369 words) by piece_of_pierce [AO3]

Chapters: 7/7 Fandom: Danny Phantom, Batman - All Media Types, DCU Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Danny Fenton/Bruce Wayne, Barbara Gordon/Dick Grayson (mentioned), Stephanie Brown/Tim Drake (Mentioned) Characters: Danny Fenton, Bruce Wayne, Danielle "Dani" Phantom, Damian Wayne Additional Tags: Others show up only briefly, Developing Relationship, Ghost King Danny Fenton, BAMF Danny Fenton, Tired Danny Fenton, Danielle "Dani" Phantom is Called Ellie, Ghost Royalty Danielle "Dani" Phantom, Danny Fenton Is Danielle "Dani" Phantom's Parent, De-Aged Danielle "Dani" Phantom, Batfamily (DCU), Caring Batfamily (DCU), Domestic Batfamily (DCU), Duke Thomas is a Batfamily Member, Jason Todd is a Batfamily Member, Scars, Nightmares, Getting to Know Each Other, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Domestic Fluff Summary:

Batman was hearing a voice that followed him on his patrols. He was hearing a child. That child turned out to be young, a meta, and in need of a place to stay. When her dad showed up, he was also young, a meta, and in need of a place to stay. Bruce has plenty of space to take them in. Besides, his kids were already attached to the girl.

What could go wrong? (Nothing, oddly enough.)

We all know the semi-canonical ‘all the Robins know to hide/duck inside of Batman’s cape, even as adults’ thing.

We also know that Danny ‘is LITERALLY a ghost’ Fenton sucks at remembering his own intangibility while ALSO forgetting to look ahead of him.

All I’m saying is, Danny Fenton (or Phantom, if you’d really like) would absolutely SLAM into Batman on accident while running on roof tops and Bruce ‘Brooding Instinct’ Wayne doesn’t even think twice about letting the kid hide and scanning around for danger before there’s a record scratch of ‘wait who tf is this?’ kicks in.

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I walk to and from work, so I constantly encounter people stopped on the crosswalk. Let me tell you: my absolute favorite thing is to dramatically skirt around these trucks (9 times out of 10 it’s a pickup) as if I physically can’t step off the crosswalk. I go full clown with the hand on my chin, hemming and hawing, “oh dear, how can I possibly move forward. It seems there’s an obstacle.”

It gets some to move, most observers laugh, and I don’t risk anyone’s dash cam catching me hitting someone or someone’s property, in case the driver turns out to be a dick.

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Phantom has joined the Justice League, and helps them break into CADMUS where they found a Superman Clone. They didn't just clone Superman, either.

They found another clone, a young girl. A splitting image of Phantom right beside them. She was younger than the Superman clone - and a girl. Physically 12, but she looks scared - unlike the young man. Worried even.

But despite that, Danny doesn't see a clone. He sees a young girl, scared - confused, and worried. He's not focusing on Superman or the other Clone, and he's toned out their conversations.

He's not gonna leave her alone, no. He's gonna care for her.

She's alone and scared, like he was when he first became a Halfa. And he's not gonna do the same to her.

^0^

This is an interesting What-If situation where Dani wasn't created by Vlad. But instead, Danny joined the League a year after Pariah Dark. He's the Ghost King, and Amity Park is finally safe with some usual troublemakers.

We'd have two scenarios of Superman and Danny dealing with their new clones, and Danny being a parent, wooo! And I also don't want Superman bashing, but more like Superman learning and understanding from Danny's POV with how different he feels about Dani and Conner.

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classicists will make the ugliest least functional website in the history of html and it will contain the entire library of fragmentary papyri of the works of aeschylus. for free

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Six-Eyed, Undead Royal Beauty

DP x DC

Do not repost this to other platforms. If you see this elsewhere, it is likely without my consent.

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It started with Earth being invaded by beings from a foreign dimension. They’d used some weird combination of magic and science to carve their way into this dimension, and were set on conquering Earth to use the inhabitants as a slave force/food supply/something else sinister and morally abhorrent. Jason wasn’t 100% paying attention to what these guys goals were, he just knew he was allowed to shoot the scumbags.

Anyway: interdimensional threat, requires interdimensional aid. The JL Dark had decided on summoning the King of the Infinite Realms. Which sounds intense and risky, but Constantine had assured them all it was fine. Apparently the last king was dethroned, and the new ruler was quite keen on maintaining balance, and not being a ‘Tyrannical Dimension-Razing Wanker like Pariah Dark had been’ (John Constantine at his finest).

Apparently there had been friendly encounters with the king before. Raven had met with the king, seeking his aid in emancipating herself from her father. She had described King Phantom as kind hearted and rather humorous, but absolutely ruthless when the chips were down - Trigon no longer held sway over Raven, and she was forever in King Phantom’s debt.

One of the Green Lantern Team’s allies, some Emo, Bichomatic Lantern called Razer (Jason did not know those guys came in more than one colour until now), had apparently sold Phantom his soul in return for finding his missing/dead girlfriend (that whole situation has been labeled as ‘Existentially Complicated’ by Hal Jordan). When he had been called to confirm, Razer had explained that King Phantom was immensely uncomfortable about the whole Soul-Owning part, and was actually very enthusiastic about helping to reunite the lovers. As for the Soul Contract part, it had been reduced to 100 years of service and a garuntee of employment after Razer’s inevitable demise. Jason thought that was a pretty good deal, all things considered.

Constantine’s soul also belonged to King Phantom apparently. This was not very surprising, because it felt like almost everybody had a claim to the Hellblazer’s soul at this point (even Tim, who initially drew up that contract as a joke). The High King apparently had a disagreement with Satan himself at one point, and the devil had politely ‘gifted’ Phantom the Hellblazer’s soul in retaliation. Every contract Constantine had ever made with a Hellborn creature had been passed onto King Phantom, in an act of Pettiness disguised as respect. ‘According to king Phantom, I’m that annoying’ Constantine had announced proudly. Everyone agreed that a) that’s not something he should be proud of, and b) yes he is that annoying. Much like Razer, Constantine had a nice, cushy desk job waiting for him when he eventually kicks the bucket.

All in all, they had good reason to believe High King Phantom would assist them in their time of need. Since it had been an all hands on Deck Scenario, Jason was here with the rest of the Batfamily, fighting alongside the rest of the Costumed Community - every hero, vigilante and antihero had been called in. Currently, Jason was toward the back of the crowd with his siblings, while the JLD and the Founding Members negotiated with King Phantom. The rest of the crowd were monitoring the situation planetside or gossiping. Naturally, their Royal Guest currently in the huge summoning circle was the primary topic being discussed.

And dear god, was the High King an incredible, beautiful sight to behold. Phantom was over four stories tall, with snowy white hair that faded into soft vapour. His skin was a pale blueish gray, and he had long pointed ears, and six glowing green eyes. When the king spoke, Jason could see that his serrated teeth and long, razor sharp canines were Lazarus green, and that his tongue was forked. When he smiled, it was a little too wide to be considered normal. He had four arms, the forearms seemingly made of living ice, with phantom’s green-tinged bones visible through them. His torso was partially melted away, revealing part of his glowing green ribcage and spinal cord. His hips were covered, his flesh returning, and forming a long, black, coiling tail seemingly formed of wispy tendrils. His hands had long, talon-like claws that looked like they could spear through multiple entire humans, and looked sharp enough to shred through metal with ease. He seemed to be clothed in a skin tight, black and white jumpsuit, and had a flowing cape that looked like it contained the cosmos in its folds. His kingly artifacts, the crown and ring, glowed a pulsating, neon green, emanating strength and power.

He looked terrifying, a being of pure Death. A great deal of the room looked up at King Phantom in fear.

He was the most beautifully harrowing thing Jason had ever seen. It didn’t help that Phantom has such a kind looking smile, despite his less human features. He had such a gentle and friendly voice too, and yet he still commanded power with it. Jason’s poor dark romance obsessed heart was swooning HARD… And unfortunately it was kind of obvious, even with the helmet on.

“Hood. Not the time for Gay Panic. Or Monsterfucker panic.” Tim hissed, elbowing him. “I get it, I can kind of see where you’re coming from, but for the love of god pull yourself together.”

“Shut up, just let me enjoy the view in peace” Jason hissed back, eyes not leaving the six-eyed, undead, royal beauty before him. He swallowed, throat feeling dry, despite the fact Jason was probably drooling. Definitely drooling.

“I agree with Red Robin. For once. This is unbecoming of you hood.” Damian chimed in, annoyed. “That is an eldritch emissary of death itself. It reeks of the Lazarus pits. Do not fall for it.”

“Really not sure why you’re so enamored anyway. That guy looks scary as shit” Nightwing grumbled, eyes trained suspiciously on the giant ghost, posture tense. He clearly did not share Jason’s superior taste.

“Shut the fuck up” Jason growled, annoyed. He just wanted to ogle the undead eye-candy without his siblings audibly judging him for it, judge him in your heads like normal people for crying out loud.

“He’s very polite and friendly” Cass remarked neutrally. She looked a little uncomfortable, but Phantom clearly didn’t set off as many warning alarms for her as he did for Dick and Damien.

“Please do not indulge Jason’s monsterfucker agenda” Tim groaned. Steph laughed.

“The lights and colours on this guy…. I mean he is kind of mesmerizing, to be fair to hood” Duke hummed, staring at King Phantom with awe.

“Thank you Signal, for being the only guy here to back me up” Jason grumbled, folding his arms defensively.

“Well, to be fair to the others, I’m like 90% sure you’re drooling under the helmet Big Red” Steph laughed, and Jason flipped the bird at her in response.

“I totally am, and I feel zero shame for it” Jason grinned. “That guy is a solid 12/10, an absolute bombshell of an Entity” he purred. Tim gagged dramatically.

“Oh fucking hell little wing, for the sake of my sanity would you stop lusting over the Eldritch horror?!” Nightwing wheezed, glancing between Jason and Phantom’s titanic floating form in mostly hidden terror. Alright, that’s it. Time to horrify his siblings in public. Maybe this will teach them to keep their mouths shut. Jason turned to his brother, taking the helmet off so Dick could see his domino mask covered face as he said this.

“I will not. That is single-handedly the most beautiful and hot creature I have ever seen in my life, and I have no shame in admitting that!” Jason announced proudly. “I do not care if he’s an undead eldritch horror, he could do utterly unspeakable things to me and I would thank him for the rest of eternity. I shit you not, I would have his fucking children if I was biologically capable of it. I have never seen a being more ethereally beautiful and haunting, and I am genuinely tempted to write poetry about how gorgeous he is. And I would appreciate it if you would ease off my back about it, and just let me enjoy my fantasies in peace, alright?”

Dick’s mouth was agape, speechless. Jason smiled, smug. That wasn’t even the most shameless thing he could have said, there were a lot of thoughts rattling around in his brain and only 80% were PG-13. Even his other siblings had been shocked into silence. He was so proud he didn’t even notice how quiet things had gotten.

“Well, I have good news for you Hood” Damien wheezed, and Jason turned to him, raising an eyebrow.

“What?”

“His Majesty apparently has very keen hearing” Damien finished, eyes trained nervously on the high king in question. Jason quickly turned to see not only a large portion of the Justice League staring at him in confusion or shock… but King Phantom himself staring at him, wide eyed and mouth agape.

Oops

“…oh.” Jason said intelligently, face turning as red as his helmet. He really hoped King Phantom wasn’t offended by that little outburst. In hindsight, Jason really should have guessed that the guy who’s ears were roughly the same size as a car would have good hearing. He could see Constantine suppressing Laughter, and Bruce had his head in his hands. Welp, this is what he gets for being Horny in public. Phantom had completely frozen up, and Jason frantically started thinking of apologies. He’d definitely screwed this up.

Suddenly, phantom’s mouth snapped shut, his face turning bright green, and he reeled back a bit, covering all six eyes with both sets of hands. Jason swore the guy whimpered a little. It was a noise Jason would replay in his mind for ever.

“W-well. Thank you, that is um… quite the confidence booster” Phantom choked out, flustered and flushed, peeking out at Jason through a gap between his fingers. Cute.

“Y-you’re Welcome.” Jason replied, equally flustered. Holy shit holy shit holy shit that response was ADORABLE. Have Mercy on Jason’s poor battered soul! He can’t handle this!! His mind is already picking potential wedding outfits! And that’s not a small feat when you account for the size difference!

“Oh my fucking god” Steph and Tim wheezed, barely containing their laughter. Fair enough to them, the laughter is earned.

“Ahahah let’s back to the negotiations ey???!” Phantom yelped nervously, turning back to Constantine and removing his hands from his face and grinning. He was still bright green and he looked so monumentally flustered and awkward, Jason was swooning once more. God, if King Phantom was interested in a consort…

“I think we should probably give up on Hood” Robin sighed “he’s too far gone”. He was met with a series of agreeing grunts and grumbles.

The talks went on for a bit longer, the JL and JLD finally hashing out a contract that wouldn’t negatively impact the JL, and that wouldn’t ‘have those OCD eyeball-jerks the Observants up in arms later’. Phantoms pointy ear-tips were still flushed green.

“Alright, the deal is made and all the terms are agreed upon. The contract is officially signed. I will deal with the invading forces, and make sure they will never be able to cut through to another dimension in the name of tyranny again” Phantom spoke formally, his voice firm and confident. “I will depart and deal with the threat at once.”

“The Justice League is in your debt King Phantom” Bruce bowed his head respectfully, and Phantom returned the bow graciously. Then the king… lingered. Awkward. He glanced toward Jason, who straightened up.

“Um. B-before I go, uh…” Phantom mumbled nervously, before averting his gaze. “R-Red Hood, if I may speak with you for a moment?”Jason gulped, walking forward to stand at the front of the crowd, before king Phantom. He could feel everyone’s eyes on him. Phantom gulped, before there was suddenly a flash of light, as Phantom’s form seems to shift, morph and shrink, until a significantly smaller figure stood before him. It was unmistakably still King Phantom, despite not looking more like a regular person (if you ignore the glowing, the grey-blue skin, white hair and green eyes), his crown and ring still present. Only now, the cape looked more like a cloak, and his jumpsuit resembled a simplistic Hero getup. He also had legs now. They were nice legs. They would probably look great while pinning Jason down on the floor, while Phantoms boot pressed against his throat— FOCUS JASON. HEAD OUT OF GUTTER.

Phantom was still green-faced and sheepish. He hesitantly reached into his sternum - hand going right inside himself - and pulled out a battered looking phone. Apparently instead of pockets, Phantom just kept his possessions inside his body. Fascinating.

“I-I’m cool with exchanging contact info, I-if you’d like to meet up and get lunch sometime?” Phantom smiled at him, nervously. “T-this is a lot easier than summoning circles, certainly much less messy” the ghost explained, gesturing to the phone.

Jason gaped, before springing into action and pulling out his favorite burner phone. Holy shit holy shit holy shit. Hot eldritch shapeshifter wants to go on a date. This is the best day ever. “Y-yeah! I am very cool with that. Totally cool, very enthusiastic. I would love to have lunch with you sometime” Jason rambled as he walked up to the edge of the summoning circle, and the pair began typing in each other’s numbers. Phantom still had the claws and fangs, but they look looked less likely to carve through his flesh and shred Jason to pieces (he wouldn’t mind if they did, it’d be such a sexy way to go).

“Um. Y’know, not the first time someone’s y’know. Reacted like that to the Ghost King Form.” Phantom murmured. “It’s just… first time it’s been from someone this hot” the King smiled, looking up at Jason through his hair. God, how does this guy alternate between being super hot and super cute so well. It’s unfair.

“R-really? High praise coming from you King Phantom” Jason smiled, finishing typing in the Kings digits and pocketing his phone. Play it cool Todd.

“Oh, you can call me Danny. My full name’s Danny Phantom.” Danny grinned at him. The king of all dead and ruler of the infinite realms name was Danny. Fucking Danny. It’s perfect.

“Danny then. Cute name” Jason smirked, earring him a blush from the Ghost. “So, you thought I was hot?”

“Oh yes, drop dead gorgeous.” Danny laughed, oh what a beautiful sound that was. “Not to mention what you said had my cold dead heart to skip a beat or two.”

“Was that a death pun? What that two death puns?” Why did Jason find that adorable? God they share a love of death puns. His heart just skipped a damn beat!

“Mayybe” Danny smirked, before tearing through the summoning barrier (HE COULD DO THAT THE WHOLE TIME), causing several people to curse and yell in shock, and gave Jason a peck on the cheek. Before he could react, Danny zoomed off towards the chaos, yelling “OKAYGOTTAGOSAVELIVESNOWCALLMEBYEEEEEEE!!” As he left, phasing through the Watchtower window. Jason stood there, brain sending him the Error 404 message as he stood there in shock. He sat down.

“Holy fucking shit” Jason wheezed, breaking the silence.

“Holy fucking shit indeed! Congratulations Red Hood! You just scored one hell of a date!” Constantine laughed. “Fucking hell kid. I’ve seen cosmic powered entities get flustered before, but never one that powerful! You just won the bloody lottery.”

The whole room was alight with conversation. Jason had kind of forgotten that the Justice League was even there, or that the world was a stake! He flopped backward against the ground, staring up at the watchtower cieling. He’d just, apparently, wooed an all powerful undead spirit in under a minute. Damn. Jason could see Bruce approaching him slowly.

“Son.” Bruce said, tonelessly.

“Save it old man, I don’t want a lecture” Jason sighed, closing his eyes.

“I… I don’t have a lecture for that” Bruce admitted, sounding as shocked as Jason felt. “Im still processing everything I just saw. I don’t know what just happened.”

“Me neither to be honest” Jason wheezed.

“…Congratulations. Be cautious… I suppose” Bruce mumbled, still shocked at the series of events. “Be sure to form contingencies if Phantom’s attentions turn sour.”

“Thanks B.” Jason responded, lying there on the watchtower floor, wondering if that was all a dream. The rest of the League ran around him, still paying attention to the crisis Phantom was actively solving. Holy crap. Jason Todd-Wayne had a date with the Ghost King.

…

“…I think Nightwing fainted!” Superboy yelled, lifting the limp form of Nightwing. Oops.

PART TWO

Should I continue this + post it to Ao3? Lemme know in the comments.

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Danny, while tinkering with a Fenton Tech device used to create a sonic frequency that deters ghosts, accidentally finds the frequency of Jimmy Olsen’s watch. He flinched back violently, leaning back on his chair too far and on a crash course of hitting the ground before he was stopped by the cause of his fright: Superman appearing in his bedroom.

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🇺🇸nationwide recall of ritz cracker sandwiches due to mislabeling peanut butter as cheese🇺🇸

while the outside of the recalled cartons all mention that the contents contain peanut butter somewhere, the individually wrapped "cheese" flavored sandwiches inside the box may actually be peanut butter.

I (rune) really recommend this FDA link be shared in school and parent groups, because kids might share their snacks.

yes these are the full resolution photos provided by the FDA.

EAST HANOVER, N.J., July 8, 2025 – Mondelēz Global LLC announced today a voluntary recall of four carton sizes of RITZ Peanut Butter Cracker Sandwiches (8-pack, 20-pack, and 40pack cartons of RITZ Peanut Butter Cracker Sandwiches, as well as the 20-pack RITZ Filled Cracker Sandwich Variety Pack carton) manufactured in the United States and sold nationwide. The affected cartons include individually wrapped packs that may be incorrectly labeled as Cheese variety even though the product may be a Peanut Butter variety. People who have an allergy or severe sensitivity to peanuts may risk serious or life-threatening allergic reactions by consuming this product. All outer cartons affected are labeled correctly and provide an allergen advisory statement indicating that the product “contains peanuts.”

alright so say you have a box of RITZ Peanut Butter Cracker Sandwiches. the outside correctly says you have a box with peanut butter filled sandwiches that contain peanuts somewhere. (but that somewhere might be a surprise.) you reach your hand in to acquire a peanut buttery snack. and the one you pull out says: CHEESE

...even though you actually have a peanut butter cracker sandwich.

part of what makes this specific situation way fucking worse than it already was is that this labeling error also affects variety packs that contain both peanut butter and cheese flavored cracker sandwiches. it is a little easier to tell some kind of mistake was made if you buy a peanut butter-only carton and pull out something that says cheese. but if someone gets sick from eating the peanut butter flavor and not the cheese flavor, and they reach into a multipack that says it contains the cheese flavored cracker sandwiches, they might accidentally eat the peanut butter flavor and get very very sick.

and of course, people sharing their snacks with others with no box in sight might accidentally give a cheese-labeled peanut butter cracker sandwich to someone who can handle a cheese cracker sandwich and not a peanut butter cracker sandwich. because it says CHEESE!

This recall is exclusively for the 8-pack, 20-pack, and 40-pack RITZ Peanut Butter Cracker Sandwich cartons and the 20-pack RITZ Filled Cracker Sandwich Variety Pack carton, with Best When Used By Dates listed in the grid below, available at retail stores nationwide. No other RITZ products or Mondelēz Global LLC products are included in, or affected by, this recall.

and tumblr still will not let me do tables so I am going to do my best to format this for tumblr.

recalled items:

11.4 oz. RITZ Peanut Butter Cracker Sandwiches 8 Count (8 x 1.38-oz. 6-pack carton)

retail UPC: 0 44000 88210 5

best when used by dates: 1 NOV 25-9 NOV 25, “AE” Plant Code Only (located on top of package)

27.6 oz. RITZ Peanut Butter Cracker Sandwiches 20 Count (20 x 1.38-oz. 6-pack carton)

retail UPC: 0 44000 07584 2

best when used by dates: 1 NOV 25-9 NOV 25, 2 JAN 26-22 JAN 26; “AE” Plant Code Only (located on top of package)

55.2 oz. RITZ Peanut Butter Cracker Sandwiches – 40 Count (40 x 1.38-oz. 6-pack carton)

retail UPC: 0 44000 07819 5

best when used by dates: 1 NOV 25-9 NOV 25, 2 JAN 26-22 JAN 26; “AM” Plant Code Only (located on top of package)

27.3 oz. RITZ Filled Cracker Sandwich 20-Count Variety Pack (20 packs of 10 Cheese 1.38-oz. packs and 10 Peanut Butter 1.38-oz. packs)

retail UPC: 0 44000 08095 2

best when used by dates: 2 NOV 25–9 NOV 25, “RJ” Plant Code Only (located on top of package)

and the alleged cheese (but actually peanut butter) sandwiches may be labeled as such:

RITZ Cheese Cracker Sandwiches (1.38oz. pack)

retail UPC: 0 44000 00211 4

best when used by dates: 1 NOV 25–9 NOV 25, 2 JAN 26–22 JAN 26; “AE” Plant Code Only (located on side of package)

pictures of the recalled items and the mislabeled "cheese" sandwiches are at the top.

There have been no reports of injury or illness reported to Mondelēz Global LLC to date related to this product, and we are issuing this recall as a precaution. The recall was initiated after Mondelēz Global LLC discovered that film packaging rolls used to package individually wrapped products containing peanut butter may contain defects due to a supplier error. Corrective actions are being taken to help ensure this issue does not recur.

emphasis entirely theirs.

someone is probably going to get sick because of this, but there have been no reports of that happening yet. the recall was issued before any reports were received. allegedly they are going to try and make sure this never happens again.

to be totally clear here: cartons only containing cheese flavored sandwiches are not being recalled. and only the listed items within those specific best by dates are being recalled. a limited number of peanut butter sandwiches were individually mislabeled as cheese. if you have zero issues with peanut butter or accidentally eating peanut butter, and there is no chance of someone who gets sick from peanut butter eating your ritz sandwiches: there is no significant danger.

but: if you or someone you know could get sick from eating a peanut butter cracker sandwich when anticipating a cheese cracker sandwich, that is where things get dangerous.

for more information, check out the recall announcement.

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Cult Casper High schoolmates, but make it deaged Danny

Danny's entire class slowly figures out that Danny=Phantom but, with the exception of some outliers (Wes), they all agree to keep Danny's secret. One of the A-listers--Dash has definitely been hit by one of his parents before--brings up the idea of what could happen if Danny's parents find out and no one is there is cruel enough to put Danny through that.

Until one day, the Fentons shoot down Phantom and haul him back to their lab.

It only takes the class a few hours to mobilize, but in that time, Danny has already been vivisected like a frog and because of the damage, he retreats into his core, and comes out Ghost age, ei that's a toddler now.

That's their toddler now.

Obviously they have to escape Amity Park, because this is dcxdp and the GiW aren't happy about them "defending" a ghost, so they get the hell out of dodge. Gotham is the most obvious choice, Sam explains with a powerpoint, due to low cost of living, most careers not requiring ID and are willing to pay under the table, and high ectoplasm interference. To save money, they buy a run down building together and the whole class says under one roof.

Everyone likes baby Danny. Everyone wants to take care of him. Some of them are weird about it.

Or, the Bats investigate a new cult that popped up, only to find out that their object of worship is a toddler.

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In case anyone finds it helpful because mobility aids are horrifically expensive and inaccessible…

And for those people who have access to mobility devices but might benefit from a second chair they can abuse without risking expensive damage…

Erik Kondo has made a website, Open Source Innovations, that details plans for DIY wheelchairs. These wheelchairs can be made from common materials like wood, plastic, and pvc. They are lightweight and can be custom fit to the user allowing from the same degree of movement you would get from a custom chair. And they are durable and easily repairable. (he has been stress testing his latest design by dropping it down stairs, dropping it out of a car, launching it across a driveway, and throwing it off a deck). Its 12lbs and I think he said its was in the $200 ish range for parts.

He also is working on cheap, open source, accessible designs for beach chairs, off road chairs, motorized attachments (think smart drive), and so on. Plus he skateboards in his wheelchair. Cool dude, helpful info, pass it on.

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The other night husband and I were watching a documentary about the yeti where they were doing DNA analysis of samples of supposed yeti fur, and every one of them came back as bears.

Anyway, the next night we watched a thing about some pig man who is supposed to live in Vermont. People said it had claws and a pig nose but walked upright like a man. Now, I happen to know that sideshows used to shave bears and present them as pig men. So every piece of evidence they gave of this monster sounds to me like a bear with mange.

So now the running joke in our house is that everything is bears. Aliens? Bears. Loch Ness monster? Bear. Every cryptozoological mystery is just a very crafty bear.

Bears. They’re everywhere. Be wary. Anyone or anything could be a bear.

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i’m sorry kink fans but i just can’t see the suffix ‘con’ without thinking it means convention

‘dubcon’ will skrillex be there??

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I really like the whole “other members of the Batfam can mimic the Robin, report! to a degree where they actually respond as if it’s Batman,” but I raise you:

What if other Gothamites learned to do the same thing?

The first time it happens, Jim is panicking. He’s got an injured bird on his hands and no idea where Batman is. The kid isn’t responding no matter who asks questions, and suddenly the GCPD is treated to Commissioner Gordon doing a scarily good Batman impression, to the point Robin immediately responds

Word doesn’t necessarily get out right away. It happened in the precinct building, so the only witnesses were cops. But the rumors start in bars with drunk men telling anecdotes, with officers coming home with stories, and it spreads from there.

Eventually, people know that if you channel Batman and go “Robin, report!” the bird will go from gasping desperately in pain to a robotic list of injuries. EMTs learn to do this as part of their training. The Bats don’t go to hospitals, but they will let someone do emergency first aid on them.

Interestingly, it doesn’t just work on Robin. Gotham knows, regardless of what the rest of the world thinks, that their little birds grow up to become other Bats. It’s why their rivalry with Blüdhaven over Nightwing is so vicious. That’s their little bird the city is claiming. Blüdhaven did not raise him, Gotham did.

Of course, not all of the Bats were Robin. Signal flipped someone off for trying the trick, and Black Bat pulled out a sharpie and drew a sad face on a civilian’s hand when they were trying to see how injured she was after falling several stories due to a snapped grapple line. So, the trick isn’t universal.

The most surprising one was when someone found Red Hood, half-buried in rubble with a slash across his neck, and barked out the order in a panic and he immediately complied.

It wasn’t Batman who told the city he was their dead little bird. It was the panic of a passerby just trying to do the right thing.

After all, Gotham may not acknowledge it, but all of them love their birds. They are protectors, and not just from the rogues. They help with the murders, yes, but they also do small stuff. Stop muggings. Talk people down. Slip résumés into the right hands, guide people to the right clinics.

And just how the Bats protect and help the people of Gotham, Her citizens help and protect them.