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five-rivers · 2 years

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Cozy/Slasher

Written for Dannymay 2022 Day 1: New Style/Genre. This is a mystery!

Danny turned over the packet in his hands, scanning through the abbreviated catalog. “I didn’t think anyone did this anymore, except for like. Girl Scout Cookies, or cookie dough. Does anyone other than parents buy this stuff?”

“I guess it’s like a donation to the school,” said Sam, leaning over to look at Danny’s packet even though hers was exactly the same. “Except they feel like they’re getting something for it.”

“Wouldn’t it be better for the school if they just, I don’t know, asked for donations? Doesn’t the company take like half of the profits?”

“Yeah,” said Sam. “But they might get more people to donate, this way.”

“But all of this stuff is so stupid,” said Danny. “I mean, keychains? Who is going to pay that much for a keychain? Or back scratchers? Off-brand phone charms?”

“I don’t know,” said Tucker, “some of these prizes look pretty sweet.”

“Yeah, and they’re impossible to get,” said Sam. She huffed. “Danny’s right, though. Turning students into salesmen while holding their education hostage is just another way society has failed us.”

“Yeah, yeah, take your boyfriend’s side, I see how it is.”

“Look, I don’t know what you’re basing these accusations on, but if it’s on the number of agreements or total hangout time, then you’re my boyfriend as much as Danny. Maybe even more.”

“Hey,” said Danny, who had already been blushing.

“Sorry, Danny,” said Sam, not at all apologetic, “but Tucker and I have a lot of quality time while you ditch us.”

“Um,” said Tucker, who was very wide-eyed. “What? That’s, but, just– One? You can have one.”

“Only if I’m a coward.”

“You in the back!” shouted Mr. Lancer, who had been droning on about the fundraiser and why it was important to give it their all because the last ghost fight had put several holes in the science lab roof (not Danny’s fault). “Quiet down!”

They rolled their eyes.

“So, are you going to do it?” asked Tucker.

“With what time?” asked Danny with a shrug.

The student body, finally free, spilled out into the hallway and made a beeline for the cafeteria. Danny, because his luck was trash and nothing good happened to him, was grabbed by the front of his shirt and pulled out of the stream.

“Hi, Dash,” said Danny, already bored.

“Hey, corpse sniffer,” said Dash. “Fen-tombstone.”

“Huh,” said Danny, “that’s a new one. Which one of your friends came up with it?”

Dash slammed him against the wall. “I heard you and your little friends are going for the grand prize.”

Well, that was blatantly untrue. What even was the grand prize again. “The year pass to Floody Waters?”

“That’s the one,” said Dash, “and you aren’t going to get it.”

“Sure,” said Danny.

Dash blinked, his whole tirade apparently knocked out from under him. “Wha?”

“I wasn’t going to do the fundraiser at all. That prize is all yours.” Danny patted Dash’s arm. “Can you let go? I don’t want to miss lunch.”

A scowl swept back onto Dash’s face. “Huh? You making fun of me?”

Danny hesitated just a bit too long. Dash shoved him again.

“No, I’m really just not doing it,” said Danny.

“What? You think you’re too good to help out the school? Too high and mighty, when it’s your weirdo parents that keep knocking the doors off the hinges?

Danny ignored the weird nails-on-chalkboard sensation that came with the accusations. “Hey, they paid–”

“And you are, too, Fentoenail! You’re gonna do this fundraiser, or else.”

Danny stared at him in disbelief. “Isn’t that completely the opposite of what you were just threatening me about?”

“I’m civic minded,” said Dash, putting his nose in the air.

Stars above, it would be so easy for Danny to punch it.

“Come on, Dash,” said Sam, from somewhere Danny couldn’t quite see, “you either want him to do well or you want him to give up. You can’t have it both ways.”

“Do well? Do well? No way is this little shrimp going to do better than me!”

“Sure, keep telling yourself that.”

“Sam,” hissed Danny, “you’re making it worse–”

Dash cut him off by leaning on his chest. "You think you can do better than me, Dash Baxter, king of Casper High? Fine, let's make it a bet, Fen-dork, and see who can make more money. If I win, you’ve gotta climb up onto the school roof in nothing but your tighty-whities. Got it?”

Dash pushed Danny into the wall one more time and promptly left.

“What was that?” demanded Danny, somewhat breathlessly, recovering from having his lungs compressed by Dash’s football player bulk.

“I think Dash just said that if you don’t get more fundraiser sales than him, he’ll make you climb the school in your underwear,” said Tucker.

“I don’t think Dash knows how bets work,” said Sam. “He didn’t say what he’d do if you won.”

“That’s your takeaway? Gosh, how’m I supposed to get more than him?” Danny slid down the wall and pulled at his hair.

“You’re not,” said Tucker, “because if you do he’ll beat you up.”

“I’m okay with being beaten up,” said Danny, “but I can’t have anyone see me without my shirt on.”

“What?” asked Sam, crouching down next to Danny. “Why?”

“The scars, Sam.”

It took Sam and Tucker to realize what scars he was talking about, but he saw it on their faces when they did.

“Well,” said Tucker. “Heck.”

“Look, you can just pretend none of this happened and run away from him, can’t you?” asked Sam, her face pinched. “You aren’t obligated to deal with Dash’s issues.”

“Yeah, I guess so. Yeah. I can just ignore it.”

“To the cafeteria, then?” asked Tucker.

“To the cafeteria.”

They walked in through the doors and started for the line. At the same time Dash (how did he go through the line so fast? He must have cut, the jerk) stood up and pointed at them.

“Hey, necrophiliac! You’d better not forget our bet!”

Danny felt himself flush. “I am not a necrophiliac! That isn’t what that word means!” Whispering started throughout the cafeteria, and Danny realized he’d denied the wrong part of Dash’s ‘greeting.’

“You gonna be eating someone’s shorts again, Fenton?” jeered a senior Danny barely knew.

Danny hunched his shoulders and focused on keeping his feet tangible. This would be a bad time to fall through the floor.

Dash snorted. “Nah, I can’t let this sucker eat all my good luck charms, you know. Nah, if he doesn’t deliver, he’s gonna be in nothing but underwear. Right, Fentina?”

“He doesn’t have to do anything,” said Sam, apparently sensing Danny’s imminent meltdown and stepping in-between Danny and the rest of the cafeteria. “You decided on this ‘bet’ thing all on your own, he never agreed to it.”

There were boos. “Don’t wimp out, now!” someone shouted.

“Yeah, Fentonio,” said Dash. “Don’t wimp out! Don’t you wanna help out the school with the fundraiser after your parents wreck everything.”

If there was one thing Danny was weak to, it was social pressure. "Fine!" he snapped. "But you have to stop calling me names!"

"Sure, Fentertainment."

Sam put a hand on Danny’s shoulder and steered him to an empty table. “Oh, he’s always better at social engineering than expected."

"Are you just saying that to make me feel better?"

Sam made a face and pushed him to sot down. "I'll get your lunch."

"You hate the school lunch."

"Yeah, that's why this is a favor." She patted his arm awkwardly. "Hey. You can have my sales. That should help, right? When Tuck and I get the food, we'll come up with a real plan."

"'Kay," said Danny. He slowly lowered his head to impact the cafeteria table.

He was almost certainly going to die.

“So,” said Tucker, the next morning, meeting Danny and Sam next to their lockers. “I got Mom and Dad to by a couple things, but I don’t think it’s going to push you over whatever Mr. Moneybags Dash has got going for him. What about you guys? Sam, you’re our main hope.”

Sam sighed heavily and leaned against her locker. “My Mom told me that she didn’t want any more of my ‘tawdry junk’ in the house, and then tried to get me to wear a sundress.” She poked the lock nearest her with one finger. “Might have blown up at her. Danny?”

“Dad gave me a forty minute lecture on how door-to-door salesmen are vectors for hauntings and how all non-decontaminated catalogs are therefore suspect. Then he lit my list on fire.”

Tucker stared. “There’s something wrong with both your parents.”

“Trust us,” said Sam dryly, “we know.”

“I guess this makes us the haunted door-to-door salesmen,” said Danny, bitterly, slamming his locker shut.

“Looks like it,” said Tucker. He held up his PDA “But don’t worry, I already have a route planned out for Saturday!”

“Just one more street,” said Danny. “I just want to do one more street.”

This was not, in fact, true. He actually wanted to do no more streets. Walking around while on patrol was one thing. This? This was something altogether different. Knocking on the doors of complete strangers and trying to get them to buy things was complete, soul-crushing torture.

And since he’d been through the next best thing to literal soul-crushing torture, that was saying something.

“Danny,” said Sam, whose slumped shoulders indicated similar feelings, “most of those houses are brand new.”

“That means that anyone living there needs stuff,” said Danny, optimistically.

“This stuff?” asked Tucker, skeptically.

“And they have money,” continued Danny. “Just one more street, promise.” He gazed at them, desperately. “Don’t leave me here.”

“We’re not going to leave you,” said Sam. “It’s just that I think some of those houses are still under construction.”

“Well,” said Danny, pointing at a blue and white three story with fancy trim, “that one has a bunch of cars in front of…” He trailed off.

“Oh no,” groaned Tucker. “Do not tell me that there are dead people in there.”

“I’m not sure at this distance,” said Danny, cringing.

“Well, then,” said Sam. “Let’s go check it out.”

When they reached the driveway, a fine blue mist spilled from Danny’s mouth.

“Oh, good. That means it’s just a ghost.”

Danny, still feeling rather unsettled, shrugged at Sam. He rubbed his face. “Let’s see who,” he mumbled, before loping up the drive. He rang the doorbell before he could talk himself out of it.

The last person he’d have expected opened it.

“Mr. Lancer?” said Danny, flabbergasted.

“Er, yes, Mr. Fenton.” He peered past Danny, missing his ghost sense go off again. “Mr. Foley, Miss Manson. Whatever are you all doing here?”

“Er,” said Danny, weakly. “The fundraiser?”

“Oh, I see. That’s very proactive of you three. I’m afraid I’ve already bought all I wanted from the catalog, however…”

Over Mr. Lancer’s shoulder, he spotted Technus - in a human disguise, yes, but still unmistakeable - and stared at him incredulously. Why was he here with Mr. Lancer?

“Oh, um, that’s– that’s okay, but what…?”

“Ah,” said Mr. Lancer, blushing a little. “Please refrain from telling your classmates, but it’s my birthday. I’m having a small celebration.”

“Oh,” said Danny, trying to look at what Technus was doing without being too obvious. “Happy birthday.”

Behind him, Sam and Tucker echoed the sentiment.

“Um,” he said, watching Technus slip away, deeper into the house, “I’m really sorry to ask, but could we use your bathroom? Only, we’ve been working on this all morning, and, well…”

Mr. Lancer’s expression twitched, but evened out quickly. “Of course,” he said. “It’s just down there, at the end of the hall.” He stepped away from the door and smiled at them. “Tell me what you think before you go, this is a new house.”

“Sure,” said Danny. The unease he’d felt earlier was much stronger, now. Whatever was going on here, it was more than just Technus. The murmur of voices, a faint song played over the radio, and the repetitive sound effects of a video filled the house. They didn’t help.

“You use the bathroom first,” said Danny, pushing Tucker forward as soon as Mr. Lancer looked away, saying something to a guest that looked like he’d stepped straight out of the Skulk’n’Lurk. Where did Mr. Lancer find these people? “I need to check something. Cover me?” he asked Sam.

“Don’t wreck our teacher’s new house, okay? We want him to not be stressed when he grades our essays.”

Danny shrugged, choosing not to commit.

He flicked into invisibility as a precaution, no need to run into any guests, and made his way to the second floor, looking for whatever was bothering him by peeking into rooms. The guest list apparently included Mikey, Star, and Kwan. Wow, that was a weird group to be playing video games together. Although, seeing that top of the line console in what looked like a dedicated gaming room in Mr. Lancer’s house was equally weird. Still, the bedrooms and office space weren’t what was bothering him.

“Phantom,” said a quiet voice.

Danny whirled to see Ghost Writer, who raised an eyebrow.

“What are you doing here?”

“That’s my line,” said Danny.

“I’ll have you know I’m friends with William,” said Ghost Writer. “I go by Andrew, like this.” He gestured at his human disguise. “Now, will you answer my question?”

Danny shrugged. “Something is wrong here. Something…” He trailed off. “Maybe it’s just you and Technus, but I need to check.”

Ghost Writer surveyed him for a moment longer, then shrugged. “Check away,” he said. “But be aware that William is under my protection. And Technus’s.”

“That’s my line,” said Danny, who was not whining. “He’s my teacher.”

“Hmf. Good,” said Ghost Writer, before promptly walking away.

Danny stuck out his tongue. Maybe the two of them had never really fought, but man, the guy rubbed him the wrong way.

He went back to the stairs and climbed to the third floor. The third floor wasn’t entirely finished. There were still some power tools around, a few paint buckets and tarps lying here and there. Compared to downstairs, it looked weird.

Speaking of weird, this was a big house for a teacher, wasn’t it?

Danny walked over to the furthest door and put his hand on the knob. Despite Technus’s and Ghost Writer’s presence downstairs, here, in front of the door, was what was making him so anxious. He knew what he was going to find.

Bracing himself, he opened the door.

He immediately slammed it shut again, covering his mouth with his hand. Okay. Okay, apparently he didn’t brace himself enough. That was fine. This was fine. He could–

“Mr. Lancer?” he called.

Ghost Writer flew up through the floor, an annoyed expression on his face. “What have you done now, you stupid child?”

Danny backed away from the door, not really trusting himself to speak, and raised a shaking finger to point at the door. Ghost Writer rolled his eyes and opened the door.

He froze, going completely still in a way that only ghosts could manage.

Reality shuddered. The light spilling in from the windows at either end of the hall turned green. There was a great deal of shrieking downstairs.

“Oops,” said Ghost Writer.

“What do you mean there’s a body in the third floor bathroom?”

“That’s just what I mean, William,” said Ghost Writer. “I wouldn’t recommend checking on it. It is… rather gruesome, all things considered. But it is there.”

“It really is,” said Danny. He was sitting on an ottoman in Mr. Lancer’s living room, where everyone had gathered after the screaming was over. He… hadn’t ever seen a body that… that fresh before, not from someone who died like that, someone who wasn’t already in a hospital or something, and, well…

“And how did you find it?” asked Mr. Lancer.

“I don’t know,” said Danny. “You know that sometimes I find dead stuff.”

Mr. Lancer scrubbed his hands over his face. “Who was it?”

“Unfortunately, given the state of the body… I couldn’t even say if they were a man or a woman.”

The other guests, most of whom Danny hadn’t really registered, except peripherally, shifted, muttering. Teachers from the school, some kids, the weird goth dude, the Nasty Burger manager, and Lance Thunder, for some forsaken reason.

“And us being in the Ghost Zone?”

“Ah, an unfortunate side effect of some of my powers,” said Ghost Writer, who had shed his disguise. “When circumstances align in such a way as to facilitate a specific genre of story, in this case the so-called cozy mystery or whodunit, my powers apply the rest of the needed circumstances. Especially if I am, ah. Upset, let’s say. In this case, the circumstance they have applied is isolation. We are in a pocket dimension, not the true Ghost Zone.”

“And how do we get out?” asked Ms. Ishiyama, stepping up behind Kwan.

“By solving the murder, of course!” said Ghost Writer, with a rather forced smile. “That should ‘finish’ the story, as it were.”

“How do you even know it’s someone here?” demanded Lance Thunder, angry and loud.

“As I said, circumstances,” said Ghost Writer. “If the murderer was not here, we would not be in this pocket dimension. The victim is also almost certainly a guest, so if you were expecting anyone else, or if anyone who was already here is missing…” Ghost Writer waved his hand.

Mr. Lancer frowned. “There’s no one missing,” he said. “Maybe it was a construction worker? None of them were scheduled today…”

“Oh, dear,” said Ghost Writer, “but–”

“Ghosts,” interrupted Danny. “Ghosts don’t always know they’re dead, right away, and high ectoplasm environments make them form faster.” He swallowed, still fighting nausea. “At– at least that’s what my parents say. We’ve got to find the murderer, but I think– I think we also need to find the victim.”

#danny phantom #cozy/slasher #dannymay 2022 #dannymay #dannymay day 1: new style/genre

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charcoalhawk · 2 years

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A single Boulder Cannot Bear the Weight of an Entire Mountain

Summary: Danny decides not to tell his friends about his new ghost side hobby in an attempt to keep them safe. This has consequences.

Written for Dannymay 2022, for the no one knows au

Danny can do this.

Sure, the whole being kinda dead thing was freaky at first, but he’s got this in the bag now. The disappearing body parts only lasted for the first two weeks, and his fighting has gotten good enough that he can mostly end fights now without getting the shit kicked out of him.

It's tough hiding this new part of his life from his best friends, but they’re better off safe away from this part of his life.

He still remembers his first actual ghost fight, and his desperate thought of wanting his friends' help when he had absolutely gotten his undead butt handed to him. The terror that had snaked its way down his spine immediately afterwards had been all the assurance he needed to know he would never tell anyone.

A mechanical laugh brings Danny back into the present just in time to dodge the swipe of Skulker’s arm blade.

“Growing tired child?” Skulker mocks, “finally realized you are no match for the greatest hunter in the ghost zone?”

“Oh shut it you big hunk of scrap,” Danny snipes back, dodging the next barrage of attacks. “All I’ve realized is that your comebacks get really boring after hour two.”

With a burst of speed he shoots down to where his thermos had been knocked to at the beginning of the battle.

He hefts his prize and with a wicked grin finally catches the irksome ghost with the thermos.

“Man,” Danny grumbled in the resulting silence, shaking the thermos to truly get across his displeasure. “You made me bail out the one time in weeks I was able to set aside and hang out with Tucker and Sam. Hopefully they’ll at least still be at the mall, and they won’t be too mad at me.”

That second hope is unlikely, but Danny refuses to acknowledge it as he speeds back to the mall where he, Sam and Tucker had gone to hang out at. He de-transform’s two blocks from the entrance and rushes over to two familiar figures he can see on the nearby bench.

“I’m so sorry that it took so long guys! Things just got really busy and I totally lost track of time.”

Danny grins his ‘I’m sorry I abandoned you guys for almost three hours at the mall and did not come back with the Dairy Queen I promised’ smile. That fight with Skulker had gone on so much longer than he had intended. He really needs to invest in some kind of strap to keep his thermos from getting knocked away somewhere.

His grin fades when he sees his friends' troubled expressions.

With a glance around he sees the mall parking lot is almost entirely abandoned, and with a start he realizes that it’s already nightfall.

“I’m, I really am sorry guys. I promise next time I won’t bail out. Can we, maybe, head over to my place and play some Doom before you guys have to go home?”

The two share a long, complicated look while Danny tries and fails to keep from fidgeting.

With a sigh Sam stands up and turns to face him fully, her eyes sad but sharp in a way Danny has always admired.

“Listen Danny… we, I don’t think we can keep going like this. The constant flaking, the excuses, you barely even hang out with us anymore without leaving abruptly ten minutes in and you can never offer anything but empty promises about doing better the next time.”

That was another thing he always liked about Sam, she always got to the heart of the issue without trying to spare your feelings.

“I know, I know. I’m so sorry this keeps happening. You guys have got to know I don’t do it on purpose.”

Danny glances at them both, and he knows, deep, deep down, that he’s hit their friendship’s breaking point. But he can’t just not hang out with them. Sam and Tucker are his oldest and only real friends. He’s doing everything, all of this, to keep them safe.

“Please, can we just forget this and try-“

“No Danny! We can’t just forget this!” Sam looks like she is about to cry, “You’ve barely hung out with us in the last few weeks, always saying you’re ‘busy’ and never even telling us when you go!”

“I’m sorry Danny. we just, we don’t really know you anymore.” Tucker’s first words are quiet, but they cut Danny just as deep as Sam’s.

“Listen, just give Sam and I some space for a few weeks. We aren’t, we don’t want to stop being friends with you, but it’s hard when you never seem to have the time for us like we try to make the time for you.”

And with that Tucker stands up and gives Danny one sorrowful look before reaching out for Sam and leading the two of them away.

As the two of them walk away Danny is left alone, again, just like he’s been alone since he stepped into that stupid portal.

Danny can’t do this.

#dannymay2022 #danny phantom #no one knows au #hurt no comfort #teenagers and their bad communication skills

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q-gorgeous · 4 years

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writing a fic and i tried to use a word no idea if its the right word or if i spelled it right because google found no results for it but google docs isnt marking it as spelled wrong so hopefully u guys get the gist of it sudythuj

#gorgi #still trying to finish dannymay #i dont think ill be elegible for the prize thing #tho #cuz now its june #:[#but im gonna finish them #because ive done phanniemay 2018 #phannie and dannymay 2019 #so im gonna finish dannymay 2020 #i needa

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constellaj · 3 years

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dannymay 2021 how we doing

now with 300% more sam and tucker and exactly the same amount of dash

this has been over a semester in the making and i finally buckled down to finish it this month. i know its a relic of low budgeting but i honestly really liked the monochrome backgrounds and ‘comic book stills’ in the og and wanted to omage that. i also think that what really makes danny phantom pop is the rogue’s gallery, so i wanted to focus more on the various ghosts and other characters he interacts with (unlike the og, which has his parents, dash, and [checks notes] that’s it)

the story depicted is a bit different from the og as well, mostly because it’s a rewrite I’ve been mentally workshopping for a while that i personally like more. it still fits the original but the visuals and implications are incredibly different. no prizes for guessing the mystery ghost

please reblog / feel free to send me asks about this! / patreon and paypal

#Danny Phantom #dannymay #dannymay2021 #reanimate #animation #danny fenton

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ecto-american · 2 years

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People are posting their 2021 fics, so I’ll join the trend.

Alexa, Summon Danny Phantom on FFN and AO3

Phic Phight Oneshot for Greyheartwriter: Danny's been summoned. But not by who you'd expect. In fact, not by an actual person.

Million Dollar Ghost on FFN and AO3

Phic Phight Oneshot for GrimGrinningGhoul: Danny gets captured by the GiW. It doesn't go how he expected it to go.

Humanity on FFN and AO3

Upon their arrest by the GIW together, Valerie learns something interesting about Phantom and herself that make her question just how human both herself and Phantom are.

The Other Side on FFN and AO3

Phic Phight Oneshot for Kiinotasha and KC: (AU) Born a halfa and raised in the Ghost Zone by his mother, Danny struggles with his human identity when a permanent man made portal appears in the Ghost Zone.

The Half-Dead Kids Club on FFN and AO3

Phic Phight Oneshot for bibliophilea: (AU) Tucker Ghouly was looking for a relaxing weekend with his boyfriend. Too bad the halfa versions of his boyfriend, his boyfriend's sister, and their other best friend crashed the party. [Danny/Tucker]

Liar Liar on FFN and AO3

Phic Phight Oneshot for Ectopal: After an argument with her now grounded son, Maddie wishes that Danny wouldn't lie to her-and Desiree overhears. [TransDanny]

The Bachelor on FFN and AO3

Phic Phight oneshot for skellagirl: To help raise money for education, Vlad lets a date with himself be auctioned off. To his surprise, Harriet was quite a persistent bidder, and to his bigger surprise...he actually had a good time. Vlad/Harriet

Prom Season on FFN and AO3

Phic Phight Oneshot for Rikaleeta and ghostgothgeek: As Prom draws nearer, Danny finds that he has competition in asking Sam to prom. Danny/Sam

Stuck (Stubbornly) on FFN and AO3

Phic Phight Oneshot for Dey: Jack and Maddie are stuck in the Ghost Zone. Fortunately for them, Phantom's around and willing to help out. They'd rather be arrested by a ghost warden and put in ghost jail before they'd allow some teenage menace and his girlfriend help them. Oh wait...

Baby Babble on FFN and AO3

Shiptember onshot: While babysitting Vlad and Harriet's baby, Sam finds out a secret that Danny's been keeping.

And while that’s all I published in 2022, I wanna still highlight three other fics, that while not published in 2021, were completed or had an update in 2021, and that I hope will have either a sequel or another update this year. I’m also particularly proud/happy with the first as well, it was my favorite fanfic to write.

Broken Ectoplasm on FFN and AO3

[Warning for Graphic Description of Injury] Jack came to a disturbing conclusion about the ghostly teen laying in his son’s bed. Somebody had tried to skin Phantom. But who? And why? Dannymay 2019 themed story

Tucker Ghouly on FFN and AO3

AU in which Tucker is the half-ghost, Danny is the goth and Sam is the nerd. Eventual Danny/Tucker

School Troubles on FFN and AO3

Twoshot: Jack and Maddie take Vlad's "generous" offer of putting a troubled, failing and sleeping in class Danny into a snobby rich kid academy. Written as a follower count winner prize for the-screaming-hunter on tumblr. / As the school year starts to come to a close, it's time to elect next year's student council president, and Danny finds himself running against Kennedy.

#danny phantom #my phics #danny phantom fanfiction

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kinglazrus · 3 years

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Hello King! I just learned about phic phight and christmas truce and i was wondering where I could learn the details of these events? Also if there are more events i dont know about, what are they? (The only ones i know of are phanniemay and ectober)

Great question! We have a lot of really fun events all year. I know there’s a post circulating somewhere that has all the information, but I couldn’t find it. So here’s a new one!

Phight Club

January

Run by @dannyphandump and @babypop-phantom

Blog: @phandomphightclub

It’s a bracket style shitposting tournament and a lot of hilarious content comes out of it. Although, Tali has said it won’t be happening this year.

Side Hoes Week

March

Run by @lexosaurus

No blog

A week-long event dedicated to our beloved background characters who don’t get enough love. Each day is dedicated to a different character.

Invisobang (and mini-bang)

April-August

Run by @kinglazrus (me), @skellagirl, and @anthropwashere

Blog: @invisobang

Hosted through the Invisobang server on discord, owned by @kinglazrus

A big bang event where author’s produce new fic and artist’s make art for them. It’s accompanied by a shorter mini-bang for people who don’t want the pressure of a longer event.

Phic Phight

April

Run by @currentlylurking

@ecto-american and @blueoatmeal mod

@bibliophilea runs the technical side

Blog: @phicphight, run mostly by Bib

Hosted through the DP Fanfiction Palace on discord, owned by @ecto-american

A fanfiction writing tournament where teams compete to write the most over a month-long period. Even though it’s a tournament, there’s no prize. It’s all about having fun and producing new content!

Dannypocalypse

April 3rd

Phandom-wide event

Unofficial blog: @dannypocalypse, where you can find lots of great content from the day

To commemorate the show, we get Danny Phantom trending every year on the day the first episode aired. To do this, we flood tumblr with edits of the cursed danno face (check out the blog above for examples).

Dannymay

May

Run by @lexosaurus and @narwhalsarefalling

Blog: @dannymayevent

This is a month long prompt event. It has daily and weekly prompts that you can fill however you like. While fic and art are the most popular mediums, people also do music, cosplay, and more.

Whammymay

May

Run by @lumanae

No blog

Danny fucking dies. That’s it. A month of Danny fucking dying. Fics and art and all that jazz. It’s great

World Building Week

July

Run by @currentlylurking

No blog

The specific dates vary, and it doesn’t necessarily happen every year, but it’s a fun event. As the name says, it’s a week long event with daily prompts centered around world building.

Ectoberweek

Last week of October

Run by @lexosaurus, @babypop-phantom, and @ecto-american

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Similar to Dannymay, it’s a week long prompt event that takes place at the end of October.

Ectober Month

October

Varies from year to year

No blog

While Lexx does Ectoberweek every year, you can always find a month long calendar floating around at the same time. Who makes the calendar changes each year. Usually, someone in the phandom sees a calendar hasn’t been made yet, so they put their own together.

Christmas Truce

December

Run by @fruity-hub-blog

No blog

A Phandom-wide gift exchange. You submit a few prompts for your gifter, and in turn receive prompts for your giftee. A great way to spread some Phandom love.

Have any events I missed? Let me know and I’ll add it in!

#phandom events #anon #the king answers #my computer is at 6% right now but I was determined to answer this before it died #5% now #phevents

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camels-pen · 3 years

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The Big Dipper

DannyMay Day 4 - Stars

Summary: A warm summer night in Gravity Falls, Oregon, leads to an interesting discovery.

Ao3 link

The sound of loud whirring blades filled the air, drowning out the buzzing cicadas and the scurrying squirrels. Dipper’s hat blew off and his carefully arranged bangs flew around haphazardly, a few strands getting caught in his eyes.

The tops of evergreens bent lower to the ground, shaking and trembling as the sterile white machine passed above them, almost as if they would be broken or knocked down should they catch its interest. Dipper rubbed his eyes, finally dislodging the stubborn strands, and pushed back the short brown mess with a huff.

The boy in the chair next to him leaned down to the cooler, unperturbed by the wind shear, and reached his arm through the lid, rummaging around for far longer than necessary. Once the helicopter moved on, he pulled out a wet can of Pitt Cola and relaxed back into the cheap white and grey mesh of the lawn chair. There was a brief moment where he stared unabashed at Dipper’s forehead before averting his eyes to the two bickering old men on the ground. With his hat out of sight, Dipper dejectedly leaned back with a sigh, letting his hair flop back down and stick every which way it pleased.

The can was held out to him, covered in a paper thin sheet of ice all along the sides, but he pushed it away and his sister wasted no time standing on her chair to lean over his head and accept it in his stead, elbows digging into his crown and messing up his hair further.

Most of her weight was on him now and he felt the plastic legs beneath him shifting dangerously. A shock of fear gripped him and he flailed his arms, trying to shove his twin off, but only managing to bang his hand against cold aluminum.

The chair would’ve tipped over, likely sending both of them tumbling on the hard tiles, if it weren’t for the steady pale hands holding onto the other side. A thud and soft hissing indicated the location of the lost prize, but Mabel didn’t bother with sighs; she leaped off the back of her seat to pull out another.

Excited gushing filled the air as she flipped open the plastic lid and reached in to dig around the bottom of the container. She detailed all the work and effort she put into the rockets to make the sparkling showers that followed safe to eat. Danny looked impressed, but Dipper knew better; sticking a bunch of expired Smile Dip packs to the side of any kind of explosive was a recipe for disaster for more than one reason. Something he was all too happy to let the teen learn on his own.

He grinned a little, imagining the consequences of keeping silent and glanced at the black haired employee. Eyes trained on the sky with only a brief flicker to the ground when Stan caught himself in a loud curse after having Soos accidentally drop a heavy box on his foot, Danny looked like his whole world was laid out before him, spurring Dipper to follow suit.

A few of the first stars began to show up in the clear night sky like the glittering eyes of small children eager to play outside while awaiting permission from their elders. The little dots of condensed happiness peeked out of their hiding places, one after another coming into full view to beam down on the tiny folks below as the sun finally sunk below the horizon. Doors, windows, and backyard gates swung open as six new faces ran about drawing a trail from their brightest friend to paint a familiar picture in the sky. Their shining laughter illuminated the air between the moon’s old eyes that crinkled with mirth and the infinite blanket of space only visible after the sun was laid to bed.

The glow of a smaller set of joyful stars lit up much closer to the earth’s surface, catching his attention.

An array of green freckles dotted a pale nose and cheeks, multiple lines connecting them like those in a child’s puzzle game filled in so many times they nearly tear the page. The marks on his face had appeared spontaneously, yet they looked like they had always been there, shining in their neon beauty for years. They were absolutely breath-taking and judging by the soft gasp behind him, Mabel thought so too.

And even as his moment of silent reverence was broken, the smile never left Danny’s face. Twinkling blue eyes went cross eyed staring at his nose and he chuckled.

“Same hat?” Danny pointed to his freckles.

Dipper smiled, pushing aside his bangs slightly to point at his forehead. “Same hat.” The other boy nodded, satisfied.

Danny got up off his chair and briefly stretched his arms and legs while Mabel slapped Dipper on the arm, barely containing her squeals of joy.

She started forcefully shaking him when Danny moved to the ledge and carefully dropped off the side of the roof, the sound of his feet hitting the ground completely absent. Her hands used him as leverage to quickly push off the chair and scramble to the ledge, sticking her head below to futilely attempt to catch a wisp of the teen.

Not a minute later, he silently appeared above the twins, impossibly squatting on the sloped roof with only the tips of his shoes holding him on the slippery mismatched tiles, a blue and white hat in his outstretched arm.

There was an unspoken question in his eyes and an expectation hidden behind a calm mask, the slight twitch in his smirk becoming more pronounced the longer he waited. Dipper ran a hand through his bangs, stuck to his head with sweat from the day’s activities, and moved to stand in front of him.

Though he hesitated, Dipper held out a hand and accepted the offer.

#dannymay2021 #dannymay #nemo the writing ho #dp gf crossover #danny phantom #gravity falls #danny fenton #dipper pines #mabel pines #hit enter coward #a good story with similes metaphors and only two lines of dialogue in my dannymay? its more likely than you think #there aren't even any italics this time oh my gosh #usually i go hard on italics so im pretty proud of myself rn

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dannymayevent · 4 years

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@coffeecakecafe Great work on completing the full Dannymay daily calendar! Your art is amazing, thank you for all your hard work for this event! It wouldn’t have been the same without you!

This fic was written by @phandom-phriend based on your day 15 work: Favorite AU, with some of your day 11 Doctor sprinkled in at the end

*Spoilers for season 1 episodes 5&6 of MHA

Mentions of blood and injury

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A pale teen with white hair and green eyes stands just outside of the UA gates. Only a few inches from where the sidewalk turns into the bricks of the school's entrance way. This isn’t a rare sight, seeing as almost all new students come to gawk at the large building where pro heroes are made. Where futures are built. Where dreams become reality.

But the boy standing there now isn’t silent from admiration. He doesn't appear to be concerned with the building at all, as if it were just like every other one on the street. No, this particular student seems to be thinking about leaving. As if weighing the option in his mind of whether or not continuing would be worth the effort. After all the work it took to even get to this point and with hundreds of other students willing to do anything to take his spot, you would think the choice to be easy. That the only logical thing to do would be to step forward and embrace the future that awaits inside the walls of UA.

But instead the thin, pale teen takes a step back. And then another. But it seems that fate has other plans as another boy, who seems to be around his age, crashes into his back and sends him forward the few steps he needed to cross into the official boundary of the school. He turns around, not angry at the push or sudden intrusion of his… escape. Merely curious. There are all sorts of people, you never know who you will run into. Or, well, who will run into you.

“I-I-I’m sorry!” the boy with green hair stutters apologetically, arms flailing about with nervous energy. “I wasn’t looking where I was going and I should have been and I’m-”

The boy with hair as white as the clouds above them catches the others hand gently and shakes it, as if that was what the other was intending all along. “I’m Danny, nice to meet you.”

“Oh! Uh- nice to meet you too! My name is Midoriya Izuku!” he seems shocked at the american name of the other, but doesn't comment on it and Danny doesn't explain. That would be a story for another day.

“Yes, you are quite a legend with your entrance exam. I’m excited to be learning with you.” Danny smiled “What class are you in?”

“Oh! Uh, t-thank you!” the shorter of the two blushed from the praise, not seeming to know how to take the compliment and quickly moving on to the next part of the conversation “I’m in class 1-A. What...what about you?”

Danny smiled kindly and began walking towards the steps of the school building with a confidence and purpose he didn’t have mere moments ago. “Me too, let’s go together.”

Once the two of them reached the large door of the 1-A classroom, Danny let himself fade into the background of all the chatter. It appears that Izuku is trying to warn him about some of the other students in class, but he pays that no mind, simply staying beside him and nodding along. Not that he doesn't trust the other, more along the lines that he knows he can handle whoever they are if push comes to shove. So for now he simply nods as if the information is helpful and interesting. That is, until a figure with awkward footsteps makes his way over to them and begins to introduce himself. Iida, it seems, with Izuku responding in kind. When the blue haired teen turns his gaze to him, Danny realizes he is the one in the spotlight now.

“I’m Danny.” he smiled politely to the other.

The taller seemed thoughtful for a moment, as if trying to remember something. But he eventually gives up that train of thought and turns his attention to the girl now standing next to Izuku. The nice and warm atmosphere doesn't last much longer however, as a man in a yellow sleeping bag in the middle of the hall speaks up to gather their attention before standing upright and removing himself from the confines of the sleeping bag. The older man pulls a gym uniform from inside the bag and announces to the class to get dressed and to meet in the playing field.

It seems that this will be an interesting first day after all.

Now changed and ready to go, the entirety of class 1-A now stands in the center of the UA’s physical education field as Aizawa, their homeroom teacher, begins to explain what will be happening today. A Quirk Apprehension Test. Something that seems to not have been allowed in middle schools across the country, making students use their own strength without the help of a quirk in order to even out the playing field.

But of course, because this is the hero course at the hero school, there’s a catch. Whoever scores the lowest in all eight sections is to be expelled… not that Danny is really worried about that, per say. Where he lacks in physical strength he makes up with the power flowing in his veins. Just applying them to these tests should be enough to at least score somewhere towards the middle.

However…

Looking at all the faces of the students around him Danny can’t help but to feel… bad. One of them would be going home tonight, expelled from a course many can only dream about and chances are Danny wouldn’t ever get the chance to properly meet them. It isn’t fair to be crushed while so young. But there’s nothing Danny can do aside from losing these tests on purpose, but that just isn’t an option right now. So instead he offers a steady hand on the shoulder of Izuku. The green haired teen seems more worried than determined, but when he looks back over his shoulder with a smile, Danny couldn’t help but to return it and put his confidence into the boy. Everything would work out fine.

Everything is, decidedly, not fine. While Danny himself was able to do well in the dash and long jump while lacking on the strength grip and side steps, it seems his new… friend? Izuku has been struggling in all categories. He had seen the others exam, knew that there was power hidden within him. But for whatever reason the other didn’t seem to be able to use it.

As the class made their way back out to the P.E fields for the official ball toss, Danny stepped close to his curly haired classmate. “Bad day?”

The other teen sighed “It’s… complicated.”

Danny nodded “I understand that. It’s hard enough being a teenager with power at your fingertips, and this is certainly a stressful first day.”

“Yeah…”

“I saw the video of your entrance exam. And no matter what happens today, you are already a true hero. If nothing else, you can believe that.”

The shorter one looked up at him with wide, dark green eyes “Really…?”

“Of course!” Danny grinned “A real hero can’t be solely defined by tests like this. It’s the actions that matter. This place,” he said gesturing to all of UA with his arms “Is just a stepping stone to getting that “pro” title. In my eyes, you’ve already earned the title of hero when you went after that machine.”

Aizawa spoke up before Izuku could say anything in return, calling Danny to the field for his turn at the ball throw. Without hesitation the white haired teen took the ball and made his way to the painted circle. He had been thinking on what to do for this ever since the demonstration with Katsuki, but standing there now, he felt that the answer wasn't as complicated as he thought it was before.

“You might want to cover your ears!” he called back with a wink, only a few students took his advice. Their loss...

Danny throws the ball upwards into the air and takes a deep breath. Before it even has the chance to begin its descent back down, the halfa releases his ghostly wail, the shock waves sending the ball flying outwards while, thankfully, not destroying it. Leave it to UA to make sturdy products for their students.

Eventually the ball lands and Aizawa holds up his phone, broadcasting the number of 650.4 meters. Not bad, considering it is the first time he has even tried to use his power like this. The other students' faces seem to be overly shocked as he steps back to his place next to his green haired friend, but this is fine. He’s used to attention one way or another by this point, so the eyes that follow him don’t mean much.

“That was awesome!” the boy next to him cheered. “What kind of quirk do you have?! How have I not asked you before?! You have such a range of skills! I saw you flying earlier! How-”

Danny just smirks, eyes flashing a brighter green for just a moment. “Hmmm… who knows?” he says playfully, bumping his shoulder into the other teens in a friendly manner.

That night all the students begin to head home with light hearts and tired bodies after finding out the expulsion rule was all a ruse to bring out the best in everyone. Danny can’t help but to be glad, seeing as that means his new companion is safe to continue learning for another day. He can see it in the others eyes, the dazzlement and determination of just being within the walls of UA. Seeing that light go out… isn’t something Danny wants to see if he can help it.

Some students head off to the dorms, others to their homes. Danny himself goes to an apartment building not far from the school and enters using his key. It’s quiet, but not silent when he enters. The hum of the TV and the footsteps in the kitchen bring a homey feel rather than the quiet emptiness of what this place once was.

Sam appears in the doorway as Danny takes off his jacket and tie. Wearing a uniform is still new to him, and not a change he can really say he likes, but he’ll get used to it. It’s just clothes after all. The goth smiles teasingly “So how was your first day of school? Learn anything interesting?”

“Har har.” Danny replied with a roll of his eyes. “Everything went fine, mom.” he takes off his shoes before transforming back into Fenton, into his human half. He is getting used to being his ghostly self mostly full-time now. At first even a whole day was too much to handle, making him feel nauseous and off balance. But after some training it became easier and easier to be changed for longer and longer. Still, it is nice to be reunited with his back hair and blue eyes. Sam keeps saying he’s just as pale in both forms, but Danny likes to think he has more life to him this way.

“Well, mister. It’s about time to get that wound of yours cleaned.”

Before he can say anything, Sam is already making her way down the hall. With a sigh, Danny makes his way into the bathroom instead of his to his bedroom. He’d love to change, maybe get a shower, but his friends are pretty insistent on this whole “cleaning your wound everyday” business. Crazy.

Tucker comes in a moment later in his sleepwear and pulls out the first aid kit. His sleeping schedule has been all over the place since the trio arrived here. Creating fake ID’s and documentation as well as keeping up to date online to make sure that no one had found them or figured them out became a full time job for the other, only getting sleep what seemed to be every once in a while.

“I’m sorry, Tuck. I didn’t know you were asleep. I would have done it myself.”

Tucker laughs as he sits next to his friend on the side of the tub, motioning for Danny to take off his shirt. He complies. “Oh, please. We both know you wouldn’t do anything about it if left on your own.”

It was Danny’s turn to laugh as Tucker began to remove the gauze. “Well, you got me there.”

Underneath all the bandaging and gauze, the wound is still as bad as when he first got it all those months ago. A ghost had come with a cursed weapon, planning to take over Amity as all new ghosts usually do. While Team Phantom had been able to apprehend the ghost and gave them to Walker to deal with, it wasn’t without injury. Danny had been stabbed with the cursed spear in the shoulder right before the weapon could be destroyed.

The wound itself wasn’t too bad, in a sense. The pain is now dull as long as he is careful, and it had stopped bleeding after that first day. But the marks that almost look like a lichtenberg scar, criss crossing over the skin of his shoulder in a jagged maze-like pattern, started to spread. After some research and talking with Pandora, it was said that there would be a ghost here in Japan that could help. Hence the whole hiding in plain sight shtick. UA seemed to have some of the most powerful heroes and gained a lot of attention on both sides, so it was only a matter of time before he was enrolled with his “Death Mirage quirk”.

“Any luck in finding them? The ghost that can help?” Tucker asked as he rubbed disinfectant on his shoulder to keep germs and bacteria at bay.

“No, my ghost sense never went off. But it is a big building and I was outside most of today.”

Tucker nodded as he began to wrap new, clean gauze over his shoulder. Really, Danny was lucky the gym uniform covered it all. But he would most likely have to look into heavy duty make-up soon if the scars continue to spread.

Especially considering that while he’s a ghost it glows.

And yet, as Tucker packs his things away Danny can’t help but to look at the sunset out of the small bathroom window. All the colors are so bright and vibrant, illuminating the sky before night settles in. It really is no different from the ones he’s seen back home, but it brings a smile to his face either way. He can’t help but to think that he will enjoy his time here, even in these circumstances. He can picture himself now, flying above the tall buildings, looking at the stars. Maybe he could even bring his new UA friends along, show them a view from the clouds. He may not be here long, so it’s best to make the most of his time spent here, right?

There are good things coming on the horizon. He can feel it.

#dannymay2020 #dannymay prize #slight blood #AU

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