#elle fenton

[spacedace]

A fic idea came to me like a vision and I needed to make a meme out of it since I’m not sure if/when I’ll ever write it. Take it as a meme form of a writing prompt haha

(Dick/Nightwing has been flirting with Dan for MONTHS and Dan just HASN’T NOTICED)

[tsubaki94]

20 Stockholm Syndrom/ Master and Servant

Ai-less whumptober

[little-pondhead]

I realized I wanted to expand on the Family Vacation thing, which takes more time than I planned for, so I made some doodles as a treat. Mostly for myself.

[new-revenant]

I finally have polls! Okay, we need to settle this once and for all.

[a-sterling-rose]

Day 5, Challenge 10 Mins VS. 1 Hr: A Moments Rest

10 Minutes:

1 Hour:

Ella just wanted a moments rest before she continues on her adventures. However, it seems the blobs never want her to be alone for too long. 

[mikandeshou]

Dani Fenton taking a coffee break

[imsociallyanxiousgetoverit]

Y’all. Why isnt there a TRIPLETS AU rather than just one Twin AU or the other?

[seronefada]

Dp x Dc promp

Danny meets the Justice League, but they are mostly just confused, cause they think he has two kids with his arch enemy.

How that misunderstanding happened is actually pretty simple.

Wonder Woman first meet Elle(Dani). And she mentions that one of her parents is also a superhero. She also mentions that the other is evil business man.

Danny don't really correct Elle when she calls him Dad. Even if he is way to young to be her father.

The Justice League thinks that to but then realize that Danny has ghost powers and they could infect his aging.

Later they meet Dan(or Vladiel) and since Danny is his past version he just calls him "old man" when he is bored.

He does the same thing with Vlad.

Danny just explains that the adult one is from the future. Cause he thinks it's pretty obvious what he is.

So the Justice League thinks it's pretty clear Danny Phantom has two kids with his arch nemesis and needs an intervention of how to pick a good partner.

I'm sorry I just had to get the possibility of every one gets confused by Elle and Dan out of my system.

[gremlin-in-the-woods]

Adoption AU

An AU in which Danny adopts Damian after Ra summons him in an attempt for immortality, offering Damian as a sacrifice. Unlucky for Ra he didn’t know the difference between an initial sacrifice for summoning and sacrifice when making a deal. Luckily for Danny this leads to him getting a free son, thank you cultists fruitloop. Damian being adopted by Danny works out really well for Damian, his violent tendencies mixing well with Ghost culture. Add on to Danny having experience with getting along with beings that often tried to kill him in the beginning and seeing Damian as the slightly feral child that he is they make a wonderful family.

I also see Danny adopting Billy Batson at some point. He isn’t going to let a child superhero not have support like he did. Your living on the streets and saving the world on a daily basis? Here is a safe place with food and no judgement. This is my son now. He is not even 25 and now has 3 kids if you count Elle, which I am.

A writing of this AU:

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It feels to much like crack to actually include it in the House of Elle series (where Elle ends up getting adopted by Tim & Kon after ending up in the DC universe), but I've been haunted by the idea of Elle deciding to spend time with her "grandparents" and the chaos that comes with that decision.

Like, in particular I'm just imagining Lex, holding her out in front of him like a bomb, chasing after Superman (who is flying for his *life* because Elle just ate her own weight in Kryptonite while staring directly into his eyes without blinking) screaming that it's Supes' turn with the demon.

While they're distracted yelling at each other publicly that no, it's *your* turn, Ra's grabs Elle planning to hold her hostage or something and use her against Tim.

He lasts ten minutes.

He tries returning her to Lex & Superman, but it's too late. She's smelled his fear. He's never getting rid of her now. He begs Bruce for help, but just gets told that they all appreciate him volunteering to babysit. (Bruce was the one Elle started with. She brought the dinosaur to life. Damian's adopted it.)

Eventually Lois shows up and just, scoops Elle up and takes her along on her latest story. She says Elle is a perfect angel. No one is sure if which of the two they should be more scared of.

Meanwhile Tim & Kon are just blissfully enjoying their date-day, fully aware of the chaos their little adopted hellion is causing and enjoying every minute of it while ignoring the increasingly frantic calls from their various father figures. Elle will let them know if she needs them.

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 185

No one could get into contact with Constantine. 

Now usually that wasn’t that big of a deal, the man constantly disappeared for a few days at a time doing something or other, but he’d been completely silent and unseen for months. Usually he’ll at least answer a call to tell them to fuck off or something. 

And they really need his expertise and are getting incredibly worried for their grumpy team member. Yes he’s an asshole, but he’s their asshole, y’know? And he has a habit of getting into Situations (sure he also usually gets out of them, but what if he didn’t this time?!) 

So they’re desperate. Kind of really desperate. Desperate enough to use the summoning sigil they found on his fridge. They’d checked it, multiple times, and it should summon the hellblazer. 

“You’re not Constantine.” . 

The white-haired teen in the circle yawned, stretching and blinking at them blandly with familiar blue eyes before sighing. “Actually I am,” he stuffed his hands into his hoodie as he looked down at the summoning circle. “Well, technically just one of the many Laughing Magicians currently in the Realms.” 

He gave a grin, looking more amused than annoyed. “Pretty much every one of us is in the Realms right now for family reunion lol. (Did he just say lol out loud??) So like, you’re gonna have to specify which of us you’re tryin’ to summon. Honestly perfect timing for me thanks, the fruitloop keeps flirting with John and it’s horrific so.” 

… That was probably their John, wasn’t it…

[little-pondhead]

Fenton Family on Vacation (part 2)

Original Post⬅️ ➡️Part One

Danielle Madeline Fenton was having a good week. 

Her dad, Danny, had convinced his parents her grandparents!! to go on vacation. And not just any vacation! But one to a whole new dimension!!!!

Elle didn't know much about different dimensions, but a quick visit to Ghost Writer with Fright Knight as backup let her learn all she needed to know, which wasn't that much. Everything was just so different depending on the place! It didn’t matter. She knew about the planning waaaaay beforehand, her dad couldn't keep anything from her, and it was so hard not to run around talking about it. She was just so excited! Exasperated, Danny had distracted her easily with Esperanto lessons with Wulf, self-defense lessons with Pandora, and emergency medicine lessons with Frostbite. Some of it was kind of boring, but Elle understood. She was now one of two princesses of the Ghost Zone, and her dad was kind of paranoid. 

She was too, which was why she went along with it for so long. But eventually, Elle was ready to tear her hair out and flew straight to the living realm, prepared to chew Danny's head off from frustration. He curbed her with a sneaky grin and a pile of papers as an early Goo-Day gift.  Government papers stating Danielle Madeline Fenton was officially a real person. Of course, Danny wasn't listed anywhere; he was too young to have a kid who was as big as Elle. But her grandparents had agreed to be her official guardians for her. 

Elle didn't have to hide anymore!

Everyone celebrated that night. Grandma Maddie even came up from the basement for half an hour, dazed and exhausted. (She'd been working non-stop.) Grandpa Jack decided to have bonding time, so he took her to the mall a day before they were scheduled to leave. 

("No granddaughter of mine is going to be forced to wear a hazmat suit unless she wants to-no matter how fashionable they may be!")

Elle had a blast at the mall. She's been to several before, but it wasn't the same. She felt on top of the world, strutting around with the knowledge that she legally existed now. The shame of being different evaporated when Danny handed her a birth certificate and social security card. Elle's excitement was contagious as several tiny blob ghosts started following her from shop to shop. 

Grandpa Jack had just chuckled, ruffled her hair, and suggested getting a bag to hold her new friends. So they did. They got a new boo-pack for her ghost friends, some light-up sneakers she constantly stomped in, a sparkly tutu-practically a whole new wardrobe. They ended the day getting something to eat from Nasty Burger. There, she saw her new Aunt Sam and Uncle Tucker. (They insisted on the names.) Grandpa Jack beckoned them to join, and Elle spent the rest of the meal excitedly showing off her new clothes. 

(Don't tell anyone this, but Elle saw how her aunt and uncle looked at Danny when they were over at the house. She bet Aunt Jazz twenty bucks they'd confess by the end of August.)

She reveled in the attention. They cared about her. They listened to her. Elle wasn't just a tool to be used and thrown away; these people genuinely loved her, not just because she was Danny's clone. She was now her own person and made a meaningful impact on these people's lives. And now she was going on a week-long trip with her new family?? Elle was over the moon! (Literally. Danny had to chase her to the moon and back to get her to calm down. She brought back a moon rock for her grandma. Aunt Jazz scolded them both.)

So that's probably why, after flying through the portal at first chance, the realization that her family wasn't there with her terrified her. 

Traveling to another dimension was just like going anywhere through the Ghost Zone. If Elle didn't know any better, she probably would have slipped through the wrong portal long ago and landed far from home. The rush of noise that filled her ears and the swirl of greens around her was all familiar. 

And then it wasn't. The portal started to...change. The noise was subtle, like one static radio station being switched to another. The colors around her became a deep blue and then midnight purple. Wait, now it was red? Or was it orange? No, it was yellow, then green again. The colors kept changing. It made her nervous, but Elle rationalized that it was just a side effect of the portal. This may be why rips to other dimensions differed from regular portals. It wasn't just the vibe; the whole thing physically changed the deeper you went. 

Yeah, okay. This was fine. 

Then Elle realized she couldn't hear Danny behind her. She knows he followed her. She felt it. Heard it. They'd never lost each other in a portal like this, so where was he? A strike of fear shot through her core. Where was her dad? She exited the strange portal before she got an answer. 

The portal spat her out several feet above the ground. Too short of a distance for her to catch herself but still too far for someone normal to come out standing without injury. She faceplanted on the asphalt with a comically loud SMACK.

Yes, it hurt like all hell. Elle thanked the Ancients she was still in her ghost form, or this landing would have been more painful as a human. What hurt her the worst, however, was some asshole tripping over her limp body almost as soon as she landed. It felt like someone was going in to kick a soccer ball, and now she was the ball. All she heard was a panicked "SHIT!" as the person tumbled to the ground and proceeded to eat asphalt. Heh, like her. 

"Ugh..." Elle groaned and lifted her head. Tiny rocks and bits of the road were embedded into her face, barely deep enough to break the skin. She was already healing, anyways. The growing bruise on her side would take more time, however. She glanced over and noticed the person who had just decided to make out with the road. She saw red. Holy shit, were they bleeding?`

No, wait. Is that a spandex suit? Was this person wearing a full-ass spandex suit?? Elle bolted upright and looked around. She was lying in some open plaza in the middle of a city. The whole place had a thick layer of ice and frost that was not due to weather conditions. Elle would've thought that her dad had somehow landed before her and decided to turn the place into his personal snow globe, except some winter-themed maniac standing to her left was obviously the culprit.

They stared at each other. Elle in her kind-of superhero suit and boo-pack, hair wild with rocks still stuck to her face. Snow Guy, who looked like he was trying to cosplay Frostbite, with a worryingly large set of guns pointing straight at her. They reminded her of the Fenton blasters a bit. Not the best memory.

"Uh...hi?" She tried. A few blob ghosts whipped around her head, chittering in confusion.

"Where the FUCK did you come from?" Yeti Cosplayer asked, incredulous. 

Elle wobbled back into the air. She literally glowed; no point in hiding her powers of flight. "Hey, watch your fucking language, dude. Children are present."

"Wha-??" Elle ignored Winter Lover, turning over the Dude Who Tripped to check him over. Placing two fingers on the guy’s neck, a sense of panic sparked within her. Is the human heartbeat supposed to beat this fast?? She was half ghost and a clone to boot, so Danny's and her hearts beat much slower. And Elle took medical lessons from a yeti. They had mainly focused on the ghost side of her biology. Their studies on mortal medicine had been few and far between. 

Should she take this man to the hospital?? She barely had any money. Definitely none of that "insurance" her grandparents talked about sometimes. (But wasn't insurance for cars? The news always mentioned it when they put out the Fenton Driving Alert.) The dude's pulse was really fast. Faster than she felt comfortable with. Was his heart exploding??? Elle suddenly felt like she was on the verge of a panic attack. Five minutes into a new world, and she kills someone, great. 

A whine drew her attention back to Worst Elsa Ever. His guns were charging up, a snarl on his face. "I'm not above freezing a kid." He said. "Back off or else."

Elle was bordering on terrified now. She tried not to show it. This was a new place; she had obviously landed in the middle of some superpowered pissing match and knocked out the guy who was probably the hero in this situation. What would Phantom do? 

What would her dad do?

He'd shoot off a witty one-liner before forcing his opponent into the thermos for Soup Time™. 

Hauling the (hopefully) hero onto her shoulders in a fireman's carry, Elle dodged a blast of ice coming her way. December Fucker swerved around to keep track of her. Too slow. 

"You gotta chill out, man!" Elle quipped. She continued dodging shots of ice, slowly getting closer to Evil Frosty. It was a struggle to maneuver with a whole ass man on her shoulders, but she managed. "Maybe a little shock therapy will get your Christmas spirit going!"

"It's Aug-AAAAAUGH!" Bad Santa cut himself off with a scream of agony. Elle had rushed forward and planted both hands firmly on the villain's back when he turned once more to keep sight of her. See, while Danny Phantom had an ice core and Vlad Plasmius had a fire core, Dani Phantom had an electric core. In a cruel twist of fate, Elle discovered she could control the one element that had killed her father. No matter how sad the thought was, she was currently using this fact to channel a lot of lightning into the body below her fingertips. How much was a lot? She couldn’t tell; Elle barely knew how to change a lightbulb without breaking something. She didn't know what "voltage" was. 

He was still screaming. Was this how Danny felt? How he screamed? She didn’t like it. Hopefully this didn’t kill the man. Dani just wanted to knock him out. To put him to sleep.

The electricity coursing down her arms beat in tune with her core. She focused solely on her opponent-which was a compliment; the Box Ghost could probably beat up this Snowball. Some distant voice in her head told her to pay attention to her surroundings more. And what about the man she was carrying? He had to be getting pumped full of electricity, too. But he wasn’t screaming. Oh well, no backing out now. Dani's hands started to heat up to an uncomfortable degree, burning tiny impressions into the thick parka. 

Finally, the villain collapsed to the ground onto his side. His voice was raw, and his grip on the guns loosened. Dani kicked them away from his reach and stopped the attack. 

"Sorry about that." Elle started floating in the air again, gripping the man she was carrying. She tried to hide the tremor in her voice. The blob ghosts attached themselves to her hair, ready for a ride. "On the plus side, a few of your screws may have been knocked back into place from the electricity. Anyways, see you later, shitty Ice Prince!" Then, with her passengers barely secured, she took off flying in a random direction, not bothering to go invisible until she was several buildings away. Leaving a (literally) shocked and groaning supervillain behind her. 

And oh, Ancients, please let that man be a supervillain. If she had just attacked the hero, Danny would never allow her to forget it. 

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It took a bit, but Dani eventually found someplace safe to set down the Dude Who Tripped. (She needed to work on her naming sense. It was as bad as her dad's.) A random alley on the outskirts of the city would work well, she decided. It was very far away from the fight. The villain shouldn't show up anytime soon. She chose one behind some fast food joint, slowly releasing her invisibility. A sizeable green dumpster sat near the end of the alley, angled away from the public. Perfect. It was mostly full of soft-rotten, ew-food scraps and lots of cardboard from product deliveries. Maybe there was some glass mixed in, but Dani made quick work of the cardboard boxes with her claws and laid it down on top of the trash heap. A few adjustments ensured that the dude would fit in reasonably comfortably. And, oh, look! Handcuffs! Why did they have pink fur on them? Wasn't that against the main point? Criminals surely wouldn't take cops seriously if those were standard.

Dani shrugged. At the very least, she could give herself a head start. She moved the super's shoulders farther so his hand could reach a nearby pipe and attached the handcuffs. It wasn't a thick pipe, but it looked like a vent stack system her grandma had shown her once. Hopefully, this hero was against property damage, unlike her. 

You can't care about the laws you're breaking if you don't know they exist!

Taking a step back, Dani surveyed her work one last time. The dude was still unconscious, and one of his ankles was starting to swell like a melon. Probably the foot he’d kicked her with. Nothing she could do for him there. Oh! Dani swung her boo-pack around, disturbing the blob ghosts resting inside. She dug through for some sticky notes she kept on hand for her Aunt Jazz and a pencil. No pencil, just a sparkly ink pen Danny had gifted her. That'll work. 

It took her a minute to figure out what to say and even longer to write it. One of her bigger blob ghosts, Buffy (sue her, she likes the show), traced her words with curiosity. It hummed, phasing through Dani's hand to express its fascination with the pom-pom at the end of the pen. 

Dani giggled, ripping the note away from the rest and sticking it onto the super's forehead. Right between the eyes. "You can't have it, Buffy. Dad gave this pen to me."

Buffy drooped. 

"But you can play with it until I need it again." Dani offered.

Buffy perked up. The conversation drew the attention of the other blob ghosts who were swirling around, and they soon swarmed Buffy and Dani, chittering for their own toy to play with. 

The youngest Fenton giggled again and rose slowly into the air. Her core began humming faster. It was going on dusk, and some part of her was still panicking about the absence of her family. Well, maybe it was just a time difference? They did all enter at a separate times, technically. But what if she was in the completely wrong dimension? What if they couldn’t find her?

Dani took a deep breath, despite not needing it. She was okay. Her blob ghosts were okay. Aunt Jazz taught her how to calm herself down from a panic attack, and that what she was doing now.

What were five things she could see?

She could see Buffy, the blob ghost. A greasy burger wrapper trapped under a rock by her feet. The back door to the food place that said “EMPLOYEES ONLY” in big red letters. Dani looked up, and saw the fading sunset reflect off the clouds. There were telephone wires everywhere.

Four things she could touch?

She fiddled with the star charm on her hoodie. That was one. The solid ground beneath her feet, wind on her face. The ghost were phasing through her; she could feel their emotions.

Three things she could hear?

The heartbeat of the city. Her core humming. A cat fight in the next alley.

Two things she could smell?

Rotting food and a little bit of blood from the hero. He’d gotten a bloody nose at some point.

One thing she could taste.

The wonderful cocoa only the yetis could make. The chocolate still lingered on her tongue.

Alright, okay. She was calm. A little spooked, but having a panic attack wouldn’t help. What were her options?

She could explore the city. She had landed in a large metropolitan area; buildings went on for miles. Getting a lay of the land might help if she runs into more supers. The last guy was mean. 

And superheroes. How cool was that?! Dani had never seen any other superhero besides her dad.  Dani didn't count herself as one, not really. Red Huntress was more friendly these days, but Dani was still wary of the anti-hero. And like hell, her mom, her creator, Vlad, was a hero.

So she decided to go exploring. The night was coming, and if she stuck around, hopefully, Dani would get a glimpse of the bright green light signaling the arrival of her family. 

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Flash had one hell of a headache. Coming to was even more painful. He felt like he had gotten struck by lighting all over again and passed out on a shattered window. His ankle hurt like a bitch. He coughed, blinking furiously, and tried to rub his eyes. Something jerked his right hand to a stop. Flash realized a few things all at the same time. 

One, his hand was restricted because someone had used a pair of fuzzy handcuffs to attach him to a nearby pipe. Second, he was in a dumpster. He felt like he had passed out on a glass mound because that's what he was sitting on. Someone had tried to shield the worst of the trash from him. Huge pieces of cardboard were arranged around him in a way that was too obvious. Someone had moved it. No one threw away cardboard boxes like this-so hastily shredded and in the shape of a bed. However, the boxes didn't protect Flash against the wet things in the dumpster. Or the smell. He was ninety percent sure he was next to some rotting bananas. 

Lastly, there was a bright green sticky note on his forehead. The words were written in sparkly pink ink. 

Sorry I tripped you, Mr. Dude. But I can't afford the insurance if I take you to the hospital so hopefully we'll never see each other again:)

-Elle

"Shit." Flash groaned. He struggled to sit up more, grabbing the edge of the dumpster, but his hand slipped on something wet he didn't want to think about. Flash yelped and fell back right as a fast food employee entered the alley through a side door he hadn't seen. Time seemed to freeze as the hero and civilian stared at each other. One, lying in a dumpster with a swollen foot, a dazed look, and a hand connected to a pipe via pink fuzzy handcuffs. The other, wearing a grease-covered apron, hat with ketchup stains, eyebags for days, and hauling an overstuffed garbage bag that was double-bagged. 

Somehow, Flash was ashamed of being caught like this. This employee probably thought up some wild theory about Flash being a wild partygoer, and this was just a "fun" time gone wrong. 

His thoughts were confirmed when the employee whipped out their phone to snap a picture, a shit-eating grin on their face. Garbage completely forgotten. 

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Edit: "She tried to hide the remote in her voice." Motherfucker I meant "tremor," and you know it.

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[hello-eden]

dead tired #2

One night stand baby misunderstanding. trans! Danny and deaged Elle/Dani and dan. I have seen this idea with jazz and Jason but I'm doing it with Danny and Tim. 

Tim meets Danny dring the time quest request to find Bruce. Tim ends up going to Amity Park and meets Danny. The two of them end up falling into bed together and not long after Danny has to save Elle from destabilizing as well as Dan due to a Vlad plot.

Danny later ends up in Gotham for school and runs into Tim. Tim does the math for the kids and realizes something. I don't think he would flat out ask if the kids are his but I do think there is very much a back and forth between the mix signals of whether the kids are actually his, This is especially funny if Tim doesn't know that Danny is Phantom or any of the ghost stuff in Danny's life.

This can go two ways: the kids are actually Tim's due to Danny having the material in his system when he stabilizes the kids( reverting back to core and incubating and Danny situation) or For the kids are not his and it's not cleared up until a lot later.

[a-sterling-rose]

Ella Fenton Redesign

I honestly didn’t anticipate this to take me as long as it did. I just wanted to draw a Ella that was based on the headcanon that Maddie Fenton’s hair is naturally curly. 

Despite having her show up in two episodes, we don’t really learn much about Ella as a character. Her clone status has always been her core theme. I hated this even as a kid. Like, come on, Ella is traveling the world! Am I being selfish for wanting a spin-off show focusing on Ella’s adventures of encountering other cultures’ mythical creatures/cryptids? My God, can you imagine if Ella got the chance to meet other liminals?! I want a supernatural spin on Dora the Explorer/ Go,Diego, Go!

I don’t have any issues with OG Ella’s human outfit, so I didn’t really gravitate away from it nor it’s color scheme. I just wanted to play off the idea of Ella starting to experiment with her fashion. Mainly, the introduction of the skater skirt. They are so comfortable and pretty! Like, I wanted to show a stage were Ella is starting to realize ‘girly’ clothes doesn’t equal uncomfortable, but hasn’t dropped her tomboy vibe. Because of her travels, I gravitate to the idea of Ella being much more spiritual. Her relaxed eyes and the gradient blue shirt Ella is wearing is my attempt to show how much more ‘hippy-like’ Ella is now. Her raised right hand is a gesture of fearlessness in the beliefs of Buddha Mudra. It represents protection, peace, benevolence, and the dispelling of fear. The second meaning that I believe really speaks to Ella is overcoming fear. The biggest change I did beyond her hair is the inclusion of the scarf/veil. Despite how many people see it as a form of oppression, veiling has been a practice common in European, Asian, and African cultures throughout history. Veiling is to hide/protect the wearer from outside harm, mainly negative energies and harmful intentions. Despite how many see this as a common fabric, this veil is the main thing protecting her from Vlad. I imagine their is a sigil stitched on the inside of the the veil, but we’ll get more into that later. While I was working on her, Ella started giving me strong Romani vibes which I honestly started to fall in love with. Not only that, but I also liked the idea of Ella getting really into gremlincore/goblincore. The idea of her having mushroom accessories was adorable, but I didn’t want to get sick of working with Ella, so these ideas can be explored on a different day. 

I hit an even bigger wall of possibilities with Ella’s ghost form. My ultimate goal was to get rid of Ella’s mid-drift. Seriously, why was this ever a thing?! Even though I don’t dislike the idea of Ella wearing an hazmat suit like Danny, I just decided to drop it all together. With this outfit, I wanted to play on the idea of Ella “dressing to impress”. Ella is pretty observant despite her naivety. People clearly respected Vlad when he was in a suit, so she wears a dress. She wears long white gloves for a dash of sophistication. And the white tights and the long black boots are for comfort. I inverted the color of her pink veil, which got me this really cute blue that I made the main color beyond the black and white. The blue gives me ocean vibes, which is only enforced with the giant blue bow that looks like seashells to me. And once again, I was overwhelmed with a sea of ideas. I love the idea of Ella encounters being equal to meeting a straw cat on the street: Everyone wants to adopt her. 

-Ella could have a Far Frozen outfit, a fur coat/shawl created with the shedded fur of the yeti’s as a sign of affection

- Ella could have a blue galaxy dress as a connection to Nocturne

- A purple cloak that matches Clockwork��s

- A blue medieval dress that Princess Dorathea gifted her

- A purple flamed medieval dress that Fright Knight stitched for her

The ghosts she decides to claim as family created the sigil that marks her for protection on her veil, but again, I got too overwhelmed by the possibilities, so I’m sticking with the simple black dress for now.

Expanding more on Ella’s ghost abilities, I wanted to expand on my headcanon of her being a slime ghost. It's nice to see that I'm not the only one who has thought of Ella having slime/acid abilities. https://www.tumblr.com/schnuffel-danny/701858169515835392/what-if-dani-used-her-natural-ability-to-melt?source=share

For Ella’s slime form, I was inspired by the character Inque from Batman Beyond- mainly with metamorphosis abilities and the white face. Ella would be different with her acidic compound, but would be weak against water and ice just like Inque. 

I imagine Ella first believing she’s becoming destabilized again and goes to the Ghost Zone to find Danny as he is off training in the Far Frozen. However, she is stopped by what appears to be plague doctor. He tells her that it’s a terrible idea for her to go to the Far Frozen, and decides to make her his patient, thus kidnaps her for ‘observation’. Danny finds out and tries to save her, but appears to be too late as he finds Ella in a puddle state. However, the green puddle moves, which then morphs into this slime form of Ella. 

Ella needs to morph into this slime form every once in a while for her core to proper rejuvenate itself, she needing to eat a rich ecto-diet that the plague doctor offers multiple options as Ella moves between the Ghost Zone and Earth(Ella has a Fenton gadget that lets her explore more easily, deal with it). The doctor says that Ella doesn’t need to worry about destabilizing if she gets low on ectoplasam, which eases her and Danny’s worries.

The relief vanishes when Danny get’s surrounded by panicked ghosts. They tell him that his sister/cousin is on a rampage in the Ghost Zone. Worried, Danny quickly goes to see what has going on, and came face-to-face with this:

Many ghosts quickly learned to always offer food tributes whenever they see Ella. Nobody wants her to ever be hungry again.

While I was drawing Ella, I remembered that she apparently likes space just like Danny. I always got the vibe she only knew of it because Vlad wanted to make her as ‘Danny-ish’ as possible, but the memory made be think of something. What if I made Ella be like The Thing from The Thing? While I drawing it, I then wondered how I was gonna make it clear that this was Ella? Then I remembered that Grandma monster from The Spongebob Movie. So, yeah, this is my Eldrith Ella I guess. 

Ella has to be one of the most underrated characters in Danny Phantom. There’s so much you can do with her, yet she is always delegated into her clone status. The show treats her as an afterthought. The phandom typically treats her as an afterthought. Even google treats her as an afterthought.

Ella deserves to be seen as her own person. I never want destabilization to ever be an issue for her again, for she’s more than a clone.

[noisilyscreechingsong]

Dp x Dc Crossover

Danny and Ellie somehow get tangled with Cadmus and frozen for study later. Obviously it comes to the JL’s attention and they all go ‘oh no another clone’. Anyone’s choice of who they think it is or if it’s a collection of people they took DNA from and meshed together to make these two sassy children.

Would be funnier if they came to DC universe by accident and didn’t have time to really learn about it before capture. The result being they have no idea superheroes are a thing and the heroes just thinking ‘these kids were traumatized and held captive, they don’t even know who Superman is!’ and cue another layer of hilarious misunderstanding.

When confronted about the whole clone thing, Danny immediately defends and protects Ellie. Obviously. Then they notice he was not defending himself, to which Danny goes ‘I’m not a clone!’ The heroes look at each other in clear doubt. ‘Oh he was in denial or seriously didn’t know who he was made from. That will make this harder.’

I may have started something though…

They found a discrete laboratory hidden in plan sight, underneath an office building. When researched, they found connections to Cabmus.

Considering the last encounter they had with the organization, they wanted to be prepared. Hence why when the small team noticed Batman walking down the stairs, Superman followed behind with a tight expression.

“Report.”

Red Robin stepped forward.

“Two cryo-stasis containers holding two nearly identical people. The first a male, approximately 13-14 years of age. Stable. The second a female, younger, approximately 10-11 years of age. Also stable, but her stats are lower than the boy’s.”

“What do you know?”

“Virtually nothing,” Connor says casually. “There are no documents left behind, digital or physical, and there are zero labels on these things.”

They arrive toward the back of the basement where the two frozen containers were sitting upright. One unit obviously smaller than the other most likely holding the girl. Batman has to peer down into the larger unit to see the boy’s face. Frost collected on his eyelashes and black hair like a forgotten doll. No movement from either forms, not even breathing.

“So we don’t know who they are made from,” Superman pushes, clearly displeased.

Batman keeps looking at their faces. The curve of their noses, the shape of their jaws, the positioning of their cheekbones. They didn’t look like Connor. No, they reminded him of someone else.

“We suspect hybrids of some sort,” M’gann contributes. “A mixture of different heroes if I had to guess, but there is no way of knowing with our lack of information without waking them up.”

“Can’t you look into their minds?” Clark questions.

M’gann squirms at the directness and Connor steps forward to defend her. Tensions rise.

“No, sir. They are frozen so there is hardly any brain function except to keep them alive. They aren’t even dreaming.”

She looks them over sadly, obviously distraught with not being able to connect to their minds in anyway.

Batman turns to Red Robin, the younger already watching him.

“You see it too, right?”

Batman grunts. Yes, he saw it.

“Is there a way to move them?” Batman brings back the focus.

“The containers are connected to the buildings power and then a back-up generator in case of emergencies. We’d have to switch the power to something mobile and there’s no telling what kind of effect that would have on the kids,” Connor explains, against the idea of moving them.

“It’s six in the evening. Most everyone in the building above as gone home for the day,” Red Robin helpfully adds.

“Evacuate the rest. Then call a medical team.”

“Wait,” Superman interrupts as the three younger heroes jump to do as instructed. “You’re not thinking about waking them up now, are you?”

“You have a better idea?”

Batman doesn’t even look at him as he studies the stats on the old screen connected to the nearest pod. This one holding the boy. He’ll be the first one out seeing as he’s the more stable one.

“They could be dangerous. They could try to attack us.”

“That’s why we’re here,” Batman deadpans. He didn’t state the obvious that they were children who had been frozen for who knows how long. If anything they’ll need reassurance that they were safe, not weapons in their faces as soon as they wake up.

Clark was not happy with his decision, but as long as he didn’t antagonize them Bruce left him alone.

It wasn’t long before they were ready to begin. Three medical personnel stood several yards back behind the heroes. Red Robin begins the defrosting procedure and they have to wait maybe an hour before the door slides open. There is a breath among them as they wait for his eyes to open. Instead they hear a cracking of thin ice and the boy falls forward without the door holding him in place. Connor is the one to catch him before he hits the floor face first.

Superboy turns him to lay him flat on the floor, the boy’s body still stiff with cold. Frost makes his hair and eyelashes brittle. His lips are a faint shade of blue.

“He isn’t breathing,” Connor informs quickly.

One of the medics push forward first, oxygen mask in hand.

“Bring the thermal blankets. We need to get his core temperature up,” the woman urgently instructs.

They get to work quickly in warming up the boy who is too small and fragile. After several minutes of the medics squeezing air into his mouth and rubbing his limbs and chest to get the blood flowing, the boy takes a breath. Then another. He coughs roughly, his throat scratchy, and starts to shiver.

“There we go.”

He whimpers and tries to move his hand, but the action is jerky and unpracticed.

“His eyes,” M’gann informs them, finally able to get some brain activity. “He can’t open his eyes. The ice-“

Connor takes a water bottle the medics brought and poured the room temperature water over his eyes to melt the ice holding them together. The boy jumps in surprise and tries to turn his head away but Connor continues until he can manually wipe away the ice and water from his eyelids.

Blue eyes. The boy has bright sky blue eyes. They aren’t the Krytonian blue, but they were still familiar.

He blinks and squints and looks around, breathing picking up at the people surrounding him and the unfamiliar environment. M’gann, sensing his distress, kneels down and sets a warm hand on his leg.

“It’s okay. No one here will hurt you. You’re safe now.”

He doesn’t relax, but he seems to at least understand her. He studies their uniforms and then her face before his eyes flick to something behind her and they widen. His breath stutters in his chest, making him wheeze out on the exhale.

They look behind the green skinned girl to see the smaller pod still holding the little girl, no change in her status.

The boy reaches out a shaky hand toward it, scraping against the cold concrete in his lack of energy to lift it.

“She’s okay too.”

He opens his mouth to speak, licks his lips, tries again.

“-ou-,” he rasps. His breath hitches and he’s coughing again. They help him onto his side.

“You want us to get her out?” Red Robin interprets.

The boy squints through the tears from the lack of oxygen at the hero. His expression is scrunched in discomfort and worry. As enthusiastic as he can manage, the boy nods.

“Okay, we can do that. You just have to wait, she needs to thaw out, just like what we did with you,” Red Robin explains to the boy.

He nods again in understanding, his eyes glued back to the girl in the pod. He still shivers harshly and his breathing isn’t regular but he’s not panicking and in no shape to attack them, so it seems like they were in the clear with that one.

While the girl is thawing, they get him more comfortable with warm blankets and get him to drink some water for his throat. He still wasn’t moving much except to curl up on his side and breathe on his colorless fingers. Every time he swallowed he cringed like he was drinking acid, so talking was off the table for now.

The boy was fighting sleep by the time the container door slide open. Connor was there and holding her before she could fall like the boy had.

Superboy lays the girl down close to the boy, seeing the pale hand reaching for her. As soon as he backed away the medics were on her to get air in her lungs and warm her body same as they did for the boy.

The boy watches, quietly holding her hand. Siblings it looks like it. Seeing them side by side was startling. They seemed to be clones of each other, one just younger and the opposite gender, but they were the same.

It was concerning as the number of minutes increased and there was no change. She didn’t breathe or move. She looked dead.

“Get the defibrillator,” the medic ordered, urgent.

The boy surprisingly wasn’t panicking, instead he held a hard determination that made some of the heroes curious.

Pushing himself up onto his elbow, he leaned over the girl and started weakly pushing the blankets out of the way. Thinking he was just helping to make the medic’s job easier, M’gann helped until her torso was exposed.

“You need to back away so they-“

She stops when she sees him tug at the girl’s white shirt to get into direct contact with her skin, hand pressed to her chest.

“What are you-?”

He narrows his eyes in concentration.

Red Robin unconsciously takes a step back when the boy’s blue eyes change into a glowing toxic green, illuminating the girl’s face, frost shining in the light. The hand pressed to her chest also starts to glow the same green until it seeps into her skin like she’s absorbing this weird energy. It reminded them of Starfire actually.

The green in his eyes fades as soon as the unknown green energy is lighting up her entire torso just under the skin. He pulls away and looks expectantly at the medic holding the defibrillator. She flinches into moving, setting the machine down and charging it. She’s hesitant to touch the green energy but the boy nods in encouragement, not looking concerned for anything but the girl’s health.

“Clear!”

It takes one shock for the green energy to disperse through her body and cause her to gasp. The girl starts coughing harshly and the boy pulls her to lay on her side facing him. Connor quickly helps the boy to cover her in blankets. The boy goes as far as tucking them around her and taking one of his own blankets to pile on top. He was moving more easily now even if it was sluggish.

M’gann gasps quietly just as the girl starts sobbing, whining when the act of crying hurt her throat. The boy pulls her close, wrapping his arms around her and tucking her under his chin so they could barely see her. They watch as he calmly comforts her until they are both eased into unconsciousness.

Batman give Superman a pointed look as he passes him. Clark doesn’t respond.

“Get them to the Watchtower med bay,” he orders.

It’s Superman who picks up the pile of two children tangled together and wrapped in layers of fabric, nearly throwing them at how light they both weighted. The three younger heroes follow behind, Tim mumbling about “Lazarus pits” and “Jason”, M’gann twisting her fingers in anxiety, and Connor keeping a close eye on the two kids being carried by his original.

It’s unsurprising that it’s Connor who volunteers to say with them when they are settled down in the med bay, still clinging to each other in sleep.

[minnesota-fats]

Fic idea

Ellie in Gotham, vibing it up, when this guy (Batman) comes out of nowhere and asks her to do a DNA test.

Ellie: “lol, sure, but your gonna be real confused.”

Ellie finding out she shares DNA with this guy and pauses before whipping out her phone and calling Danny.

Ellie: “Yo Danny? Are you adopted?”

Danny: “What no???”

Ellie: “Then why is Batman saying he’s my dad???”

Danny: “What?”

Batman: “who’s that?”

Ellie: “the guy I’m cloned from.”

Batman: “?????”