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If we continue DannyMay, then continue with a free day, which I dedicate to another crossover with My Hero Academy
So, if Danny had been a little more cunning and unfriendly, and unwilling to answer Tsukauchi's questions, he would have simply shown that Tsukauchi's quirk accepts contradictory answers equally true. I think then they would have left him alone, but if not...
my best friend eats tons of meat/My best friend is a committed vegan
My dog is not above the knee/It's the size of a one-story building
I overthrew the king/I have never had a monarchy
I think he would have thought up a lot more
How do you like that?
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DannyMay Day 2: No One Knows au! yes this au has lots of angst potential, however. consider danny "can't lie for shit" fenton trying to keep his cover
#dannymay2022#dannymay#danny phantom#danny fenton#sam manson#tucker foley#dannymay 2022#art tag#i cannot for the life of me draw hats OR glasses#tucker sweetie im so sorry i promise i learn but for now. you have contacts
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Dannymay 2022 Day 4: videotape
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I have always loved the idea of Danny being made the Ghost King against his will! A reluctant king
For @dannymayevent ! A mixture of:
Day 9: Ghost King au
Day 11: Blood Blossoms
#Danny Phantom#danny fenton#Dannymay2022#ghost king danny phantom#Dannymay#Dannymay 2022#ghost king au#blood blossoms#clockwork#clockwork danny phantom#my art
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late day 28 - reverse trio ✨
#danny phantom#dp#dannymay#dannymay 2022#reverse trio au#danny fenton#sam manson#tucker foley#my art
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dannymay2022 day 2: no one knows au
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"Your parents say ghosts are bad, right?"
Sam's character dashed across the screen. Danny had left her an opening and jammed the controller—defeating him in one swift motion. His character keeled over before vanishing altogether. Nice.
When Sam brought her eyes to Danny's, she realized that he'd dropped his controller.
It hadn't been an opening.
He'd let her win that round.
"Hey, what gives? You giving up on me, Fenton?"
Danny's eyes were misted over. In an instant, he came back to himself. "What?"
"You lost. You didn't throw the round on purpose, did you?"
"I saw it," Tucker weighed in. "You were doing good until you just—bam, drop." He mimed the controller dropping.
"No, I just—just spaced out." He paused. "What did you say about ghosts?"
Ah. That was it. Danny always got weird whenever someone brought up ghosts. She couldn't blame him considering his parents were the ones who punched a hole through to another dimension, flooding the town with supernatural assailants.
"Your parents say they're bad, right? But like, what about this new dude?"
Tucker frowned. "What, you mean Inviso-Bill?"
"Yeah! He's been fighting off the other ghosts. Hasn't he? So what's his deal?"
Danny went quiet again. There was an expression on his face that Sam couldn't place.
"He's—he's the one with the white hair. Right?"
His face was red now.
She didn't point it out.
"Yeah. He is." She leaned against the frame of Tucker's bed. "So, if your parents say they're all bad either Phantom's playing us all, or he's the first good ghost ever."
Tucker hummed. "How statistically probable is that? One good ghost out of a whole dimension of bad ones? He's gotta be hiding something, then."
"Ghosts are bad," Danny blurted. "That's what my parents have said. No doubt about it."
"Right," she said, "but how'd they figure that out?"
Danny opened his mouth then shut it. "What?"
"Like. Have they evaluated every single ghost that's ever existed? No offense, but I doubt it. Also, is it reasonable to morally judge ghosts as you would a human? I mean, it makes sense that a being that can't die would think differently than us."
Tucker thought on it. "You've got a point there."
"I mean, it's in ghosts' nature, though," Danny said. "Because they're dead, they have no inhibitions. And ghosts often form from violent deaths—that's bound to make anyone unstable."
"So, they have done studies?" Sam asked. "What methods?"
"I mean, I haven't read them. They tell me the results."
"Right. So your parents say ghosts are bad and you take their word for it."
"I mean, I don't—" he cut himself off and looked down at his hands. Danny turned them over and for a moment she imagined him keeling over just as his character had done on screen.
Sam blew her bangs out of her eyes and brushed her fingers against his shoulder.
"I'm not attacking you or anything, Danny. I like your parents. They're so much more chill than mine."
"You seen his dad's driving?" Tucker hissed.
"Shush. I'm just trying to figure out this whole thing with Inviso-Bill, you know? Is he bad? Or is that just a misconception?"
"I don't think he's good," Danny said. "But, maybe you're right. Maybe he's not all bad. I'm trying to figure it out too."
"Ghosts, man," Tucker sighed. "Confusing as hell."
Danny laughed. "Tell me about it."
"I would, but I'd bet your parents give you an earful enough."
"Yeah. It's always like, 'Ghosts are evil, Danny. We're gonna dissect the ghosts, Danny. Don't let the ghosts catch you off-guard, Danny.'" His face fell. "I'm so tired of it."
"Aw, man."
"We don't have to talk about it anymore if you don't want to," she said. "I'm sorry for bringing it up."
"No. It's alright. I—it's nice to hear something about ghosts that isn't just—you know."
"That's good."
"Yeah."
No one said anything.
"Want to play another round?"
Danny raised his controller. "Oh, you're on."
#Danny Phantom#Sam Manson#Tucker Foley#Danny Fenton#Danny Phantom Fanfiction#DannyMay#DannyMay 2022#Phicc#Phic#Fanfiction#wrwritings
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Elements
Innocent questions could take a person down dangerous rabbit holes. Questions like, for example, “Why doesn’t ghost ice melt?”
He hadn’t really thought about it before, but, surrounded by the icy caves of the Far Frozen, it seemed a natural enough question. He hadn’t a lot of time to ask about it when he was here before, in ice power bootcamp, trying to get enough of a handle on them to fight Undergrowth without freezing to death.
But the crystal he’d given Sam had yet to melt, and even when they’d held it over a tea light, it had retained its shape. They’d only been able to melt ghost ice with ghost fire. It was cool, but also weird.
Frostbite beamed at him. Frostbite did a lot of beaming, actually. It was a welcome change from how most people looked at him.
“An excellent question, Great One! How familiar are you with elements?”
“Are we talking about fire, earth, water, air, or about, like, the periodic table?”
“The latter.”
Danny shrugged. “Vaguely? I mean, I’m in chemistry, but it’s high school and I have bad grades.”
“Do you know what elements are made of?”
“Atoms,” said Danny.
“And atoms?”
“Electrons, protons, and neutrons. Protons are what determines the type of element.”
“Quite so,” said Frostbite, smiling broadly. He directed Danny down a branching passage. “Do you know what protons and neutrons are made of?”
Danny frowned. “I thought that was as small as you could go,” he said. “Except light, I guess.”
“Photons are indeed different,” said Frostbite. “The matter made from protons and neutrons is baryonic matter. Or, as Walker dubs it, ‘real world matter.’ The term is highly misleading, of course.” Frostbite scoffed. “We have our share of baryonic matter here as well, and the Infinite Realms are very real.”
“Huh,” said Danny. “I’d always wondered about that.”
“Some people simply do not take death well, it seems,” said Frostbite, sadly. “But protons and neutrons are made of something I believe humans call quarks. Electrons are leptons. Photons are bosons. Quarks, leptons, and bosons are all elementary particles.”
“Okay,” said Danny, feeling as if all this was going over his head. Far, far over his head.
“Ectoplasm is largely made of entirely different elementary particles.” He opened a door for Danny.
“So… Is ghost ice, um, made of water made out of those different particles?”
“Alas, the physics do not quite work out that way,” said Frostbite. “Ectoplasm has its own analog to atoms, but none of them directly correspond to those that create water, or any other earthly element.”
“But I’ve seen water here. I see ice here. Even if it doesn’t always behave like regular ice.”
“Yes,” said Frostbite, “but that water is hydrogen and oxygen. Baryonic matter. But ectoplamic matter and baryonic matter can interact.”
“So, ghost ice acts the way it does because it’s ectoplasmic matter and baryonic matter interacting?”
“Indeed, Great One! When we reduce the temperature of our surroundings with our powers, we are in fact appending a specific ectoplasmic particle to the other particles surrounding us. The addition of the ectoplasmic particle absorbs energy - heat.”
“An endothermic reaction? That’s what that’s called, right?”
“That is largely correct. But the ectoplasmic particles associated with our ice powers tend to break down and decay into other particles rather rapidly, with a few exceptions. One of those exceptions–” Frostbite tapped his knuckles against his ice arm, “--is when it has bonded to water. The ectoplasmic particles change the structure of the ice enough to make it far more stable than regular ice and allow us to control it or melt it at will.”
“Is that why it melts with ghost fire? Because it messes with the ectoplasmic particles?”
“Yes. Anything that disrupts the particles too much will cause the water molecules to act as they usually do. But there are few things that can do that, and we can invest more power in our ice to make it stronger. For example, I regularly attempt to infuse my arm with more ectoplasmic particles, although I fear I have long since reached saturation.” He smiled, ruefully. “Ah, and here we are, Great One! A room for you to practice.”
He opened the doors to a large and completely empty cavern.
“You know,” said Danny, “my aim has gotten better. I had just recovered from almost dying, last time. I don’t think I’ll hit anything I don’t want to this time.”
“I think it is still best to try it out here, first, just for all our peace of mind.” Frostbite patted his shoulder.
“Okay,” said Danny. He didn’t really mind, per se, and he’d felt really bad about hitting the other yetis, but… He’d also sort of liked having an audience that was cheering for him.
“Before you begin, though,” said Frostbite. “Who do you know that can use fire? It sounded like you have done some tests.”
“Oh,” said Danny. “I just used mine.”
“Pardon?”
“I just used my fire,” said Danny, raising a finger and summoning a tongue of flame.
Frostbite blinked at it. “That,” he said, “is highly unusual.”
“Is it?”
“Yes, most people who use ice cannot also use fire. Different forms of energy control. Have you ever used electric attacks?”
“Yeah, but I’m not very good at it, and I don’t like it. I end up shocking myself.”
“Fascinating. May I?” He gestured at Danny’s hand. Danny extended it to him, and didn’t protest when he started to examine it. “How is your general telekinesis?”
“No good in a fight, I have to concentrate too much.”
“Have you ever moved the wind? Manipulated water? The weather?”
“Only for a little bit,” said Danny. “Right after Vortex hit me with lightning that one time.”
“What?”
“What?”
“Vortex hit you with lightning and you gained powers?”
“Yeah?”
“The Ancient Vortex?”
“I don’t know how old he is.”
Frostbite stared at Danny for a long moment, then sighed heavily. “If it didn’t show up in your exam today, it is probably fine, but that is the sort of thing to tell your doctors.”
Danny shrugged. “I forgot,” he said. “So… What are we going to do today? Anything…” He grinned. “Cool?”
Frostbite chuckled. “Great One, everything we do is ‘cool,’ as you put it. Now, let us begin with some basic exercises.”
“Would you call them… warm ups?”
“Sometimes, I fear I will never understand human slang. Particle physics is much more straightforward.”
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Ghost King
The Lord of the infinite realms.
The Ghost King.
They are a guardian of all within that celestial plane.
They protect. They give. They take. They punish. And all of them rule with a unique but equally necessary hand.
One King called themselves Prince, and roamed the realms, spreading joy and wealth.
Another called herself Emperor, and let those in need of her aid in battle petition her in her lair.
And one had called himself Lord Protector, languishing in his castle paradise surrounded by family and fraid, taking power from wrongdoers that became too loud for him to ignore.
Then there was Pariah Dark, who had called himself King and sought to protect his rule, to have absolute power.
That had been his folly. But it had also been his right.
Contrary to popular belief, becoming king of the infinite realms had nothing to do with councils, or courts, or usurpation. No one had any say in the realms ruler besides the very realm themselves.
Pariah Dark had been a tyrant, and had lost the absolute power his divine right should have bestowed as soon as the plot to trap him was set in motion.
Because even the realm could understand there must have been flaw in that choice if The Ancients themselves, the closest ones to her, had sought to dethrone him.
Still, a new ruler was not chosen in his place because, Ancients united was not a strength ever meant to be utilized, to be seen. The punishment for shaking the realms on its foundation was enforced by the very realms itself: A thousand years of ruin.
And thusly, for a thousand years the realms eroded, ghost-kind languishing in their ruin of circumstance.
And then, when the false king with an empty crown was finally freed. Finally defeated. Felled again, with cunning, and wit, and dumb, reckless luck.
And the realms saw a boy, turbulent as the lands in which Pariah slept.
And the realm had chosen.
oOo
Danny sighed as he flew home.
Catching the ghosts in Amity had been especially easy today; he felt so powerful, so assured.
It was worrying, and he was certain the change was related to whatever had attached itself to Danny’s head.
That morning, Danny had woken up with a sparkling laurel wreath of ice and snow tangling through his hair, a shining gossamer veil flowing down a short distance behind him.
Ghosts had been making fun of it all day and he’d had to hide it with one of Tucker’s beanies at school, which had been… uncomfortable. Like he could barely breathe.
And when he wasn’t covering it, it hurt to consider taking it off. He had still tried, of course, to no avail. It was practically glued down.
It didn’t feel like that if he left it alone though. Like now, as he flew, the headpiece shifted softly, the sensation of snowflakes hitting his scalp.
It was also definitely sentient, whispering fondness and love and obsession to his core, an ecto signature equal parts satiating and soothing.
He wouldn’t mind wearing it forever.
Which was precisely why he was going to the Far Frozen tonight. With his luck, he’d attracted some sort of ghost parasite, and surely, a doctor would know what to do about that.
#A crown? Must be ghost mosquitoes#Gotta go to the ghost doctor to get all this divine right removed#Only Danny could become the God adjacent King of the ghost zone and assume this#I’m all fairness though it’s because he’s used to it#I’ve got shit to do and actual interaction scenes are hard so I’m not gonna write the Far Frozenites freaking out over the being king thing#sadge#danny phantom#dp#danny fenton#headcanons#dp headcanons#fanfiction#phicc#fanfic#dannymay 2022#dannymay2022#dannymay day 9#day 9#Dannymay ghost king#ghost king#danny phantom au#dpau
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DannyMay day 11: blood blossoms
LMAO I got home from work and passed out at around 11
#my art#art#artists on tumblr#artwork#digital art#charabart#my artwork#fan art#danny phantom#jack fenton#dannymay 2022
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Dannymay 2022 Day 23
Disabled AU
Yeah, This is the only one I’m doing for Danny May this year, Enjoy
#disabled#Disabled Danny#Disablled Sam#Disabled AU#wheelchair#wheelchair au#wheeler Danny#Hard of hearing#Hearing aid#cochlear implant#Sam#Danny#Tucker#Danny Phantom#Sam Manson#Tucker Foley#dannymay 2022#dannymay2022
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DannyMay 2022. Day Three
"College Years"
Ao3 FFN
Summary: Team Phantom move into their first apartment!
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"Aaand these are the last ones." Danny announced, as he used the hand truck to carry four big, non-fragile boxes plus one (1) Tucker on top of then.
"Do we really need so much furniture?"
"We do if we want to be the hosts of the wildest parties!" Tucker answered, not looking up from his laptop as he jumped from his high perch and landed with a roll, with the device unbothered by this.
(Danny wasn't the only one who had to learn how to move and not die to protect Amity Park, these years.)
"Tucker, we don't." Sam droned from her spot on the floor while she sorted other boxes. "We want a passable sleep schedule and good enough grades.
"Five hours of sleep a night do sound like a dream." Danny chimed in as he unloaded the crates as if they weighed nothing. For him, they didn't.
"But- but college parties!" Tucker insisted with an exaggerated whine.
"Pff, you know my parents will throw a fit if they find out we're using their 'money invested in housing' to throw wild parties." Here, she looked up, raising an eyebrow. "They're not even keen on me living with two guys. They only agreed 'cause they think you're gay for each other."
That had both of them looking at her, processing the information.
Finally, Tucker asked, "Babe, do your parents still not know what polyam is?"
"Nope," the goth replied with a smirk, "and before either of you says anything, no, I'm not hiding it either; I'm just, not saying it to their faces." She shrugged. "If they realize, good for them, if they don't, well, it won't be the first time."
Her two boyfriends looked at each other for a moment, but shrugged as well in the end.
"Fair enough."
#DannyMay 2022#dannymay#Danny Phantom#DannyMay2022#Danny Fenton#Sam Manson#Tucker Foley#everlasting trio#day three#college years#ghostly-scrypts#amethyst ocean#veggie burger#savant par#polyamory
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It's a little late, of course, but...
Day 15: Ghost Biology
The idea came recently, so you see this art now, and not on May 15
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DannyMay day 7- Space
A quick drabble about space obsession Danny bc I think space, heat death, existentialism, and otherwise is super cool.
CW for existentialism and discussion of long future space bullshit.
"It's a little sad, isn't it?"
Danny turned to face Jazz with a froen. They'd both sat together in silence for the last half hour. Their attention focused on the sky above them.
"What's sad, Jazz? The fact you can't watch your lecture without power?" he asked before he turned back to the sky.
It was pristinely clear tonight, the stars vividly bright against the inky black void before them. It was a rare sight- the sky's beauty untouched by light pollution due to an unexpected summer blackout. Even though they were sweaty and miserable, Danny looked up at the infinite and counted his blessings.
"Ha ha, very funny Danny." Jazz rolled her eyes. "No, not the power outage. It has to do with the skies, space stuff."
Danny perked up and Jazz laughed as his eyes flashed at the mention of his Obsession. "What about space is sad? Like I didn't think you'd pay attention to that sort of thing."
"Well, I normally don't, but I saw an article that piqued my interest while studying." Jazz made an effort to look back up at the sky. "It's beautiful, but just a little sad to think that we're looking at stars that are long dead, thousands of years into the past."
"Why would that be sad? We can still see them- they're still here for us to appreciate!" Danny paid full attention to his sister's face and words- she was finally speaking his language and he had to stop himself from interrupting, but it was too hard. "It's kinda like ghosts I think?"
"Oh? Like... the sky is a graveyard of dead stars we can still see? Like that?" Jazz asked.
"No, it's more like everything in the sky a ghost. The night sky is a documentary we're watching years after the fact. Like yeah the stars we can see are billions of light years dead- you said thousands and man that was low balling it- but it's kind of comforting to know these things are here for us to see during our lives.
"Like, we'll never be able to leave our local group let alone the Milky Way without magic, pretty much, but that's still millions and millions of star systems we can explore and see in the future- millions and billions of phenomena to observe for the rest of humanity's existence.
"Kinda like how infinite the ghost zone is, you'd never have enough time in all of existence or reality to explore every little corner, so it's best to just count our blessings that we're alive to even experience the sky looking as bright as it does."
Danny took a deep breath and smiled at Jazz while she stared at him in awe. She quickly fixed her slack jawed expression before she nodded in agreement. "You're right- there's limits we should follow, but what do you mean by us being blessed to see the sky look like this?"
"In billions of years, all the other nearby galaxies will be so so so far away nobody in the Milkdromeda- by the way did you know the Milky Way and Andromeda galaxies will eventually combine? It's a stupid name but it's pretty fuckin cool I think-
"Anyways! After a while anything left in the galaxy at that point... They won't be able to see anything besides their galaxy. They won't be able to observe background radiation or even learn about the big bang. They'll think the universe is the same, infinite blackness surrounding their single dimming spot of light in existence until it fizzles out completely."
Danny stared up at the sky, truly looking at the far, far reaches of the galaxy as best his enhanced vision could.
"There's so much we can observe right now, Jazz. We finally got high def pics of Pulto. We got a picture of a black hole's Hawking radiation ring... And we still have so many questions.
"But those people, those existences billions of years from now? They'll have so little evidence... They'll never learn how the universe works- how it was made, and I think that's the sad part. Not the ghosts of ancient stars in the sky."
Jazz stared at him for a moment before she broke down into soft laughter. "Danny, your space nerd is showing again."
Jazz pointed at his face. He blinked a few times before he noticed the green glow coming from his eyes and cheeks. "Not again!!! Ugh, why can't I nerd about space without my ghost shit making it weird??"
"Well little brother, I think your freckles are cute. Especially when they look like constellations!"
Danny groaned as Jazz's giggles died down. She finally looked back up at the sky after a moment. "Yeah, it's not that sad- the stars in the sky being long dead, like I thought- they're just ghosts, and ghosts aren't inherently sad. They just want to be appreciated and seen most of the time. I think us staring up at the stars in awe and watching the universe's longest real time nature documentary is a good use of our existence."
She reached over and ruffled Danny's hair lovingly. "If you have other stuff to say about space stuff, I'm fine with existential stuff. You can go off as much as you want."
Danny perked up immediately, almost bouncing out of his seat. "Oh man, lemme tell you about the great filter and Fermi Paradox then- like yeah we've met extra planar beings like ghosts, but not aliens yet, and there's so many theories as to why-"
Jazz rolled her eyes and smiled at him. Both looked up at the stars in silence once again before Danny began to softly speak about the paradox of life and aliens.
Both teenagers quipped back and forth- one questioned the other and the sun slowly rose over the horizon before light consumed the stars once again. They realized how late (early) it was just a little too late, but neither regretted staying up to watch the dying lights beyond.
How truly lucky they were-
Two teenagers born at the right time, in the right place, in the right reality to behild a wonderfully bright and brilliant dance of long dead ghosts in the sky.
Blessed to view this long passed moment in history; their experience a short blip of life and consciousness compared to the inevitable age of black holes and entropy.
Jazz and Danny Fenton made their way down from the OPs Center roof, lucky enough to sneak past their parents. The two decided to keep their sneaking out a secret, and would forever remember that warm summer night.
#dantes vibe corner#danny phantom#dp#dannymay 2022#dannymay#phanfic#fanfic#my fic#dp fanfic#day 7 space#existentialism#heat death#space stuff
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Dannymay 2022 Day 2: no one knows AU
#danny fenton#danny phantom#dannymay#dannymay2022#no one knows au#dannymay 2022#look at me participating twice in a row#my draws#kostek original
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Dannymay 2022- Day 19 Crossover
Danny Phantom & My Hero Academia
Aizawa: So, what exactly is your quirk?
Danny: I'm half alive and half dead.
Aizawa: What?
Danny: Well it's kinda confusing.
Aizawa: How about you start step by step.
Danny: So first is that I have a human living form here. [Gestures to self] And I have a ghost not alive form. [Transforms into phantom before gesturing to body]
Todoroki: So you just die on command?
Danny: Basically, yeah.
Tokoyami: A beautiful ability I could only desire to welcome as my own one day.
Aizawa: Tokoyami please stay after class.
Tokoyami: You cannot lie to the green monster that resides within you as well Aizawa.
Aizawa: No but we still need to talk.
Tokoyami: Very well then, I shall.
Aizawa: Oh kami. Alright so you alter your form. What else does your quirk include?
Danny: Well I have stereotypical ghostly abilities like flying, invisibility, intangibility, being able to turn things I touch invisible and intangible. I also have like ecto-rays and ecto-blasts and I can-
Aizawa: So your quirk status is just multiple bs convent abilities like the problem child. Plus while the problem childs' favorite past time is self sacrifice, you actually die on a regular bases. Do you also break your bones daily?
Danny: Hmmm, not in particular, but I do have my own healing factor so that's a plus.
Aizawa: At least Recovery Girl will like you. Well, then it's settled, you will be joining class 1-B. I already have to deal with 2 kids with multiple quirks, one who consistently is trying to kill themselves, one who is consistently try to kill their father, and one student who has activity attempted murder. Yes, murder, not homicide since it can be proven in the court of law that it was planned. Not to mention the ball of curses and anger, and the walking embodiment of sexual harassment. Hell would have to freeze over before I have you as another problem child under my care and responsibility in my class.
Danny: Well, I do have an ice core so I am physically capable of freezing over Hell.
Aizawa: No, I forbid it.
Danny: But you just said you're not my teacher. So I don't actually have to listen to you.
Aizawa: That's not how that works and you know it.
Danny: No I don't actually. So don't mind me, I'll be back in a few for class to start after I freeze over Hell. Make sure to leave me an open desk!
Aizawa: Kami, what did I do that was so bad in a previous life to warrant this? What? Did I still candy from baby orphans? What was it?
#danny phantom#my hero academia#dp x mha crossover#dannymay 2022#day 19 crossover#mha#shouta aizawa#aizawa isnt paid enough for this#poor aizawa#danny has too many powers#but we love him so its okay#im late but whatever#i cant write#tokoyami fukimage#iida attempted murder
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late day 19 - crossover 💀
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