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Hi, I'm danny-phantom-slut, but you can call me Echo!

below is a list of my fics on AO3 / Tumblr, and my longer prompts on Tumblr!

#danny phantom #dp

loriboriboos

That's embarrassing

nadjasnandor

consuming media like

hello-eden

PJO X DP

Pjo x dp

From what I've read, a common Trope is that Clockwork is Kronos. My idea is Danny going on time travel Adventures and ends up in very early time like before Kronos finds out about the prophecy of him being over throned early. Danny stays there till he can go back to his own time but Danny is there for a while.

I saw an idea that Clockwork or Kronos at the time only did what he did in the myth because he saw it was the best timeline and I like that idea for this. Danny going down in history or I guess the myths as Kronos is the first child. I want Danny to be known as his favorite child and to be known for making Kronos more merciful.

Now to the PJO part of this idea.

The Kronos that Recruited Luke is not Clockwork. Clockwork and Kronos are two separate beings now Kronos being his living part and Clockwork being the Dead part.

When the demigods are looking for a weapon against Kronos either they find the myths or one of the Gods tells them of the myths that involve Danny.

I don't think Danny's name would ever be said but Danny is thought to be either a Titan or a god of space and stars. I want Danny to have a very Kore figure. Like Persephone before she was kidnapped was some sort of an attendant to her mother, I want that to be the role that people think Danny played for Kronos. I want all of the older Gods to know about Danny but to not know where he went like they know he hasn't faded but they don't know what happened.

chaosandfanfic

DPxDC Fanfic Idea: Lore Drop

Danny travels through time and across the universe a lot. Mostly because he has an agreement with Clockwork and the Observants that if he does so they'll give him heads up if he's about to experience something that might drive him crazy, but also because he just likes to travel and visit alien civilizations.

As a result of his travels, he ends up learning a lot of cool things. Cool things that he doesn't realize are super big deals because he is learning them when they very much aren't. Stuff like various cultural rights and traditions of Krypton, how to construct Martian bio-ships, the origins of Themyscira... To him, they are just neat little tidbits, like people mentioning how Otters have favorite rocks. To the Justice League, and particularly to those from nearly dead species and cultures, everything he randomly drops lore on is a much bigger deal.

noodlesstarghost

It's fine if you can't buy anything, but I'd really appreciate it if you could at least share this, I appreciate the support either way, as a side note, I can't offer them for any less than this, since PayPal significantly reduces my earnings due to currency conversion.

krossan

spookberry

Happy Holidays @lastweekseyeliner!

You mentioned liking the idea of a workplace sitcom so i tried to do combine it with your prompt on blob ghosts. Hope you like it!

go-ghost

you should have seen me struggling to draw his hair. that was a sad sight. turns into a wet tissue and gets blown away pathetically.

loriboriboos

I am human

havannanocaute

NOOO Wes, he's not the Danny you know!

Reference 🎵

keicrocker

ohno

김종국이 여기서 왜 나와

noodlesstarghost

I think I get too excited adding things lol

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The Nightingale Family-DC x DP prompt

(Shameless Addams family inspired prompt)

News travels fast in Gotham, especially in affluent circles. A new family has arrived in the city, old money at that. They had taken up residents in the old mansion overlooking the Historic Gotham Graveyard.

The Nightingales had a way of letting their presence be known. They were rarely seen in public. The eldest Jasmine Nightingale however had made waves working at the Gotham Asylum as a psychologist. She was often escorted by her younger brother Dan Nightingale. The public really started talking when Jazz was seen talking with Harley Quinn.

There were two children that lived in the Nightingale manor. They were elusive to say the least as the family didn't attend the parties of Gotham.

It wasn't until Damian Wayne got an invite from his classmate Danielle to visit their manor that someone saw the lives of Nightingales. This invite had been received after Damian carefully befriended the youngest Nightingale to investigate their connections.

That's how the Waynes ended up at a dinner party.

The manor was bleak to say the least and that's saying something in Gotham. The buildingbwas made from black stones and gargoyles perched on the roof. The garden was wilted and full of thrones that crept up the walls.

Bruce felt a sense of Deja vu as he approached the door and rang the bell. Tower bells rang out as the face of Jasmine Nightingale appeared. She was dressed in black dress pants and blazer. Her lips were painted to match. Her red hair had a striking white streak through it which had become a fashion trend since the family's arrival to girls wanting to seem mysterious.

"Good Evening. It is so nice to meet the infamous Waynes." She shook Bruce's hand. Behind her, the sounds of clanking metal was heard. "That is just my younger siblings playing. You don't you boys join while I talk to your father.

Despite only being a fresh-faced 20 year old Jazz carried herself like a confident adult. A certified genius in psychology who graduated early she also handled the inmates at the Asylum well enough that escapes are at an all time low.

"She's got it all" was what Harley said.

Bruce's admiration of the young lady was only matched by his suspicion. The house the Nightingales lived y had once belonged to the Al Ghouls. There was no telling yet if there was a connection.

He took a seat in the living room with Jazz tea already prepared. She poured two cups of black tea. Not black as in the type of tea but the color of the drink. Bruce cautiously sniffed the black liquid, it smelled earthy and acidic. Poison.

"Do you like it? I made it myself. I added the belladonna myself. It has a sweet taste so you don't need sugar. The kids have sweet tooths but we avoid added sugars. They love nightshade." She smiled drinking.

Bruce put the cup down. So they drink poison at a young age. They must be part of The League of Assassins. But why are they here?

"If you don't mind me asking. Why did you move to Gotham? Your parents-" Jazz put a hand up as she finished her cup.

"Mr. Wayne I'm sure you are no stranger to parents leaving before their time nor the concept that not all parents deserve children. Now I can't confirm or deny if that is the case for use but you can understand that it's a private matter." Jazz said sternly.

That wasn't an answer.

Upstairs Danny and Danielle played with Elle's new toys. Swords from Dan's trip to Portugal. He even sharpened them. They were currently tearing through the mansion.

Tim and Damian caught them while Danny had successfully pinned Elle to the ground.

"Dami! Help!" Elle yelled catching Danny off guard as Damian tackled Danny to the ground.

"Alright, alright. You can go next." Danny rolling Damian off him and passing him the sword. "Im taking a break."

Danny loved playing with his little sister but baby games are tiring.

"They let you play with swords," Tim exclaimed. This wasn't something he expected, sure it was normal for Damian but Damian is weird and was raised by assassins. Damian didn't do it for fun, it was training.

Damian and Danielle ran off while fencing.

"You must be one of the Waynes. Elle has been excited to have your brother over." Danny said politely if not a bit dismissive.

"Eh, yeah. Your sister said we should join you." Tim said a bit awkward. " You have another brother right?"

"Oh, yeah. He travels alot but he's relaxing right now. He's probably swimming." Danny shrugged.

Tim had heard of Danny. They went to the same school but Danny was part of a program that allowed him to come to school when he felt like it. The program is for young engineers who want to work for Wayne Industries. He mostly worked on small experimental projects. So far Danny's superconductor tech was revolutionary but impossible to replicate. Danny somehow managed to make a more effective coolant than anything they had created in the lab.

"You have a pool?" Tim knew that the mansion didn't have a pool.

"Of water? No." Danny shrugged but gave no further answer.

"I see, so what do you do?" Tim tried to sound normal like he was talking to his friends and not someone he was trying to probe.

"Anything, everything. I was going to recalibrate my telescope but I have a laser to test." Danny walked off expecting Tim to follow.

Testing was just cut a bunch of things in half. Tim got some great info on making an explosive ice canister and foam bombs. Tim made sure to get his number to hire him to make some gear for him.

The Nightingale kids were absolutely lawless. They destroyed everything in their path.

Elle had dragged Damian to her room to show off her toys. She used to travel with Dan until she started school. She picked up a bunch of items. Cult artifacts, shrunken heads, voodoo dolls, cursed puppets, knives, swords, and the homemade taxidermy Elle made from roadkill. She also had a pet dodo bird named Ernesto who had a bed next to her bed. Ernesto took a liking to Damian and sat on his head. The way he shows his affection

Soon enough Dan came upstairs to check on Elle and Danny.

"You kids, need to get ready for dinner. Sharpen your nails and teeth." He said before going back to the kitchen.

"What does that mean?" Damian asked.

"You don't sharpen your nails. Well good luck at dinner." Elle said bemused.

Dinner was...horrifying. Watching the family chat happily as they ripped apart the moving food as it came to life. Damian was actually excited as he skewered the cheese and broccoli casserole that screamed at him.

"Father, why can't we do this at our home?" He asked.

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The next dinner at the Nightingales was a more lavish event. One Bruce knew he would have trouble navigating.

The Nightingales were not like Gothamite upper class. They were proper—austere even but not snobish. They weren't new money but they were old money either. Not to mention, they were crazy.

They stepped living food.

They ate that.

The food screamed.

Food does not scream.

Bruce still found no evidence behind that.

So they had to go back.

This time the Nightingales had a dinner party and Damian was invited first. Tim also received an invitation along with the rest of the family.

Bruce decided that he needed Cass and Dick to monitor the situation. Duke and Barbara were on standby. And Jason? Well he was even on the radar right now since he was off on some mission.

The family drove up thr long winding path to the Nightingale estate during the late evening (the only time they Nightingales held events). The fist thing to greet them was none other then Daniel walking the family cemetery with a lantern in hand and shovel in the other.

He saw them in the car and waved excitedly.

"What are you doing?" Tim called from the car window.

"Oh. Someone got out!" He yelled back before going back to shoveling dirt with no further explanation.

Yep, this place was cursed.

"So we are going to be touring the haunted mansion?" Dick said the break up the tension as the parked.

"I'll check the car battery in case we get stranded." Tim joked back.

Truthfully, Tim wasn't afraid and neither was Damian. Cass wasn't either, she felt like this place was welcoming and comforting.

"Damian don't look now but it's your girlfriend." Tim teased as a certain girl burst though the front door.

"Drake, I swear—" Damian started to threaten but was cut off as a pair of arms wrapped around his neck.

"Dami!" Elle yelled enthusiastically "Your back! Earnesto missed you and so did Sally."

Sally was Elle's Tasmanian devil and yes that's a bad as it sounds.

Elle dragged Damian inside as Jazz appeared at the door to greet everyone.

"It's good to see you again at our humble home. I see some new faces as well. I am Jasmine Nightingale, the matriarch of this family. Currently everyone is just mingling before dinner. Why not enjoy some tea and talk with the other guests before we begin." She said graciously as she lead the group inside.

The foyer had a few recognizable faces. Harley, Ivy, and Harvey being just a few of the rogues gallery invited. Constantine and Zatanna were also present. Most of the other guests weren't familiar. It seemed as though the Nightingales connections were deeper then privately thought.

What was most shocking was a very familiar face.

There he was chatting away with some guy. It was Jason!

Then Jason caught Bruce's gaze he immediately pretended that he hadn't seen him as he lead his partner off into another room. Said partner was no doubt a Nightingale.

"Did we just catch Jason with his secret second family?" Dick asked as he picked up a cup of tea that was being served.

Bruce took the cup and poured it into a dead plant.

"I'm almost shocked." Tim said.

Danny finally returned covered in mud as he dragged his shovel behind him. A storm had just picked up.

"This would be the perfect time for a who-done-it murder mystery novel to start." Cass signed.

Tim had dissappeared already. Either to spy on Jason or to follow Danny. Leaving Bruce with just the Dick and Cass.

Nope, Cass is gone. Already getting to know the strange foreign guests.

Dick was standing next to Jazz. A very amicable conversation.

"I think we are very alike Mr.Grayson." Jazz hummed in delight.

"Please, call me Richard. For someone so close in age to call me by my last name, it makes me feel old." Dick responded taking her hand flirtatiously

"Oh? I thought you had a old soul. I can see why The Lady favors you so much."

"Who?"

"Nevermind, are you familiar with Miss Ivy? We are working on a project in the greenhouse. I'm quite the fan of botany these days. Why not join me to check on the plants." Jazz said pulling Dick along.

Jazz was surprisingly strong as any pull against her didn't make her move like pulling a well rooted statue.

The conservatory was quite a sight. A few guests were wondering though as it leads to the trophy room and ballroom.

Dick found were Tim went. He was stuck between Danny and another Nightingale family member. You could easily tell guests from those in this family. Nightingales dressing in Victorian Gothic clothing and a white lock of hair that is styled independently from the rest of their hair.

"Go easy on him Sam. He is on the level." Danny said putting a hand on the girl's shoulder.

Sam huffed and pulled her white lock of hair behind her ear. Her eye had an ankh around it.

"But he is a Wayne." She said simply "I don't know why Jazz wants civilians here."

"This is our way Sam. What anyone out there doesn't concern us. That's what we agreed to when we took our names." Danny whispered under his breath.

The girl relented and sighed.

"You right. Old habits, you know. Sorry, Tim. Let me show you some of the plants we grow here. I've been working of a strain of carnivorous plants that can eat it's way through plastic and metal." She said.

Tim took notes of that entire interaction as he was taken for a tour.

"Hey Danny? You said you were burying something outside earlier." Tim asked.

"That? Well sometimes they get restless and try to come out. Constantine comes over when that happens. Apparently the land the manor was built on is SUPER cursed." Danny laughed.

"I know amazing right? It's why we picked it." Sam laughed along.

"Well I liked the view too." Jazz interjected.

Tim and Dick shared a confused and alarmed look.

Elsewhere in the manor another conversation was happening in the den.

"So you didn't tell your family." Dan said with a raised eyebrow.

"I don't want to hear that from you of all people. How come you didn't tell me they were coming?" Jason exasperated.

"I haven't even been in town until yesterday. Just tell them that you'd rather be in our family then theirs" Dan grumbled.

"And tell them that's where I've been going to for family dinner? I'd break Alfred's heart." Jason countered as he went to the bar and poured a Bloody Mary.

"Well break it for all I care." Dan grunted as he stole the drink and downed it.

"You are a asshole, Dan." Jason gritted his teeth and made another drink which Dan stole again.

"Right back at you. I'm letting you drink yourself stupid to get out of this. We suffer together. Also get me a bottle of the red stuff from the lower shelf." Dan said.

"You do love suffering." Jason rolled his eyes.

The unlabeled grotesque bottle was no doubt blood or something but Jason was too used to it to care. It was also the only thing that got Dan drunk and Jason didn't mind the taste either.

"It's my drug. Better then catnip." Dan laughed.

Upstairs Damian was having the best time of all his family members.

Dani was setting up her own version of the French Revolution in the playroom. Damian was the executioner and Dani was Maximilien Robespierre.

"Terror is nothing other than justice, prompt, severe, inflexible." Dani quoted "Hébert you are an imbecile and fool. But worst you are a hypocrite. Now off with his head."

"You know he didn't say that right?" Damian interjected.

"Historical revision. I don't want to go ask him right now. Now chop his head off." Dani deflected.

Not to ruin a fin game Damian let go and another doll was decapitated.

"Great job! But we have to take a break to feed Sally. Today is her favorite. Raw chicken and beef cuts."

The house was quite noisy now. But just outside someone had snuck out.

In the rain Bruce looked at a row of graves. Each etched with a name of a Nightingale family member that supposedly walked about the manor now.

sunshiney-rea

Bruce had accepted another dinner invitation to do a bit of (metaphorical) digging into how the Nightingales had seemingly lived past their expiration dates. But all plans toward that end came to a screeching halt as soon as he laid eyes on Ra’s Al Ghul. Ra’s. Al. Ghul. The Demon’s Head. Was at the Nightingales’ dinner party.

The family was eccentric, no doubt. Bruce had elected to ignore their regular invitations to Gotham’s rogues, since he figured their time was better spent here than causing more problems in the streets. But this was crossing a line. This was a danger to his family, and it was unknown whether this was an unfortunate coincidence or a threat.

Thankfully, Danielle had politely kidnapped Damian to go spider catching in the attic as soon as they arrived. Cass had mentioned something about a knife collection and then dissipated. Meanwhile, Jazz and Dan Nightingale were taking up their houseguest’s attention with jovial conversation, which gave Bruce the perfect opening to slip into one of the more dimly lit rooms and alert Alfred they would be leaving early. The kids could have a nice evening with their friends, and then they’d all execute an Irish goodbye. After that, Bruce had a long list of tried-and-true excuses for declining invitations ready to be used for all future occasions.

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“I’m so glad you agreed to come, Dami!” Danielle grunted as she wrestled a bear trap to the ground. Damian knew better than to question why they needed such a large device for spiders. “Spider catching is sooooo boring without a partner.”

Damian pulled at his collar. The attic was unbearably stuffy with full suit and tie, yet Elle barely broke a sweat in her full-length ballgown. That always unsettled him – how she was always cool to the touch, no matter the activity or weather. “Couldn’t we have done something outside of the attic? I thought you liked being friendly with the guests.”

“Not tonight’s guests.” She slid her thumb against her throat like a knife. “I’d rather die than make small talk with Mr. Al Ghul. At least the dying part is enjoyable.”

The humid, dusty air caught in Damian’s throat. “Ra’s Al Ghul… is here?”

“Oh, you know him?” Danielle asked, searching around some of the trunks and chests scattered about the room. “Jazz says we must be ‘polite’ with him since our house used to belong to him. He’ll just show up whenever he feels like it and then disappear, like a cockroach. Luckily, Dan keeps him busy so Danny and I don’t have to talk. Danny especially doesn’t like him, he doesn’t trust rich people. Where on earth did I put the harpoon?”

Damian didn’t have the clarity of mind to poke holes in her brother’s logic. All he could think of was his grandfather, who was supposed to be safely sequestered in Nanda Parabat, drinking wine and making small talk directly underneath his feet. By now, Father surely had taken notice and was planning an exit route with minimal interactions. But Cassandra was still unaccounted for. What if Jazz mentioned their family in conversation? Were the Nightingales truly allied with the League? They had to be, the house had been given to them by Ra’s himself. The man wasn’t renowned for generosity, even to family. Did they not know Damian’s history? Or was this a long con, meant to lure him in before snapping their jaws closed, just like the bear traps that littered the attic floor?

“Damian?” Danielle stood before him, a harpoon slung across her back with a coil of rope. Damian was now acutely aware of how the insulation up here dulled any sound to the lower floors. And like an idiot, he had let himself be dragged up here, weaponless, by a girl who once told him she kept seventeen daggers on her person at all times. “Are you feeling alright? Did you have some of Jazz’s tea? It can be intense for beginners.” She reached out a hand to feel his forehead. He swatted her hand away, with more force than was probably necessary.

“Don’t touch me.” He hissed out, struggling to fill his lungs with the awful air. He pulled his tie free and gripped it tightly. Anything was a weapon in his hands. He could do this. He’d get out, like he always did, and then-

“Did he… do something to you?” The question broke through his haze of rapid thoughts and survival instincts. He begrudgingly looked at her, at her bright blue eyes that always looked green in the dark. “It’s alright if you don’t want to talk about it. But I want to help. You’re my friend, and friends help each other, especially when there’s bodies involved.”

And somehow, despite every logical piece of evidence he had that contradicted it, he believed her. More than that, he believed that she understood. She understood what it felt like to be considered an accessory, to be seen as something rather than someone. Somehow, she and him had more in common than either of them knew or admitted. Perhaps that’s why they were such good friends suitable companions.

“… Okay. There’s… a long list of things your family should know about your guest.”

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A few moments before Bruce was considering barging upstairs and collecting his children by force, Danielle and Damian came down the stairs together. Cobwebs clung to her hair, but they somehow looked like elegant accessories next to her streak of white. She walked with a gravity of someone much older than she was, all the way to where Jasmine was seated. Bruce watched as the woman set down her drink and leaned over to her sister. As Danielle cupped her hand and whispered secretively, the smile on Jazz’s face faded until it was a thin, straight line of black. Righting herself up again, she looked at Ra’s with a polite smile. Too polite. The kind of smile Bruce put on when he had heard one too many innuendos about his “family jewels” at a charity event.

“Ra’s, darling, would you join me and Dan in the greenhouse? I have a new breed of Venus flytrap I’d just love to show off.” Dan’s eyebrows shot up before settling into a smile that mirrored his sister’s: charmingly lethal. The hostess led the trio through other partygoers to the conservatory, chatting all the way about an exciting new hybrid she received from Ms. Ivy “as a gift”. Dan shut the door before them.

Bruce, Damien, and Danielle all shared a three-way glance before quietly congregating next to the door; close enough to conveniently overhear the gist of the conversation but not too close to be caught overhearing. It started as hushed whispers, something that could be mistaken for civil conversation, before quickly escalating to a heated shouting match that included a few choice words in Arabic which made Danielle muffle a snort of laughter and Damien’s eyes widen in shock. Then, just when it sounded like it was turning from verbal to physical, dead silence.

The doors creaked open, and Jasmine stepped out smoothing her hair back into its perfectly sleek headband. “Dan, I think I’m going to need a very large helping of your ‘special mix’. The stronger the better.”

“Waaaay ahead of you.” Dan followed after her, a look of grim satisfaction on his face. Ra’s did not follow either of them.

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Bruce poked around the area afterwards, when he was certain nobody would notice him. Aside from a discarded wine glass, it appeared as if nobody had been in here but the hosts. No signs of a struggle or physical altercation, and while the Nightingale’s (potentially) man-eating plants seemed content and well-fed, Bruce doubted even this family could clean up a mess that quickly.

“Mr. Wayne.” Dan Nightingale stood directly behind him, nearly giving the expertly-trained vigilante a heart attack. That always unsettled him – how they all seemed to move without a sound, even against his hyper-vigilant training. “Have you lost something?”

Bruce straightened up and turned with a charmingly oblivious smile. “Oh, I’m very sorry, Dan. I completely forgot where your bathroom was.”

“… Right. It’s on the opposite side of the main parlor, first door in the east corridor.” Dan’s gaze lingered on him, for a period of time that usually meant words were not being said. After a tense silence, Dan clapped a hand on his shoulder, nearly making Bruce stumble. “Give my thanks to your boy for telling Danielle about his concerns. I’ve been dying to get rid of that pompous bastard for an eternity.”

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