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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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DANNYMAY 2022. DAY 1: NEW GENRE/STYLE
this might be a crazy idea but stay with me: what if danny phantom but horror
#danny phantom#dp fanart#dannymay 2022#danny fenton#my art#would like to participate but i have also been experiencing major artblock like. this entire year so#had a way more complicated idea for this one but could not get it to not look terrible rip. so here you go#eye strain /
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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
word count: 666
"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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I didn't plan on doing Dannymay but... here we are
Day 1: New Style/Genre
Went with the classic Magical Girl Genre.
#magical girl#danny phantom#magical girl danny phantom#dannymay 2022#dannymay#dannymay2022#new style/genre#ethans shit
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Dannymay9
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 Day 1: new genre/style! I simply think it'd be neat if he was in a Ghibli movie :3
#danny phantom#danny fenton#dannymay2022#dannymay#studio ghibli#art tag#the main inspiration/reference for this was howls moving castle!!#anyways this was supposed to be something quick and fun. its been like 6 hours and my back hurts#dannymay 2022
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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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Starting off Dannymay with a new style challenge!
I wonder how many radio stations the ghost zone can get
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DannyMay 2022. Day Three
"College Years"
Ao3 FFN
Summary: Team Phantom move into their first apartment!
- - -
"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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