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I wanted to get this out by the Dannyversary but oh well.  After a brief hiatus, Phanniemay is back for another year!  Thank you everyone for being patient with me while I rested up.  For those of you just joining, Phanniemay is a theme-a-day calendar with a unique topic each and every day of the month.  If you can finish all 31 days of Phanniemay, contact me for a small congratulatory gift!

Phanniemay is a 31-day celebration of the show Danny Phantom, so as long as you create something involving elements from the show along with some interpretation of that day’s theme, it counts!  You can write a fic, draw a picture, take a cosplay photo, make a craft, edit a video, anything you can think of!  

If you don’t understand one of the themes or can’t think of any interpretations of it, don’t worry!  I will be making daily reminders for each day with a description and any relevant background information.  Some days will have alternate themes if you check out the event page.  Late entries are always welcome if you’re too busy to do this in May!

Please be sure to tag any of your contributions with appropriate trigger warnings!  And if you see any themes that may lead to a specific, uncommon trigger, please let me know so I can tell people how to properly tag their entries on that day’s announcement.

The official tags for this event are #Danny Phantom, #Phanniemay, and #Phanniemay18 (no spaces!)  

Remember, only finished entries are allowed in the tag!  In order to keep the tag as streamlined as possible for easy access to all the entries, keep any WIPs and casual, non-fic text posts out of the tag.  

Special thank you for theme submissions to @shinobicyrus, @arabian-magic, @gammija, @closertotheheartofthesunrise, @anna-sax, agentianlegend, and @phantomrose96.

Do you have any other questions?  Message me!

“Why do you have green ectoplasm?” 

Tucker’s question startled Danny. He’d been lying on his bed, lazily tossing a ball of the stuff around while he waited for his friend to finish modifying the latest version of the Fenton’s household security so that it wouldn’t shoot him on sight. It had been an unwelcome surprise when the two of them had walked through the front door earlier that afternoon.

The ball fizzled in Danny’s hand. He turned onto his side to face Tucker, who was watching him instead of his PDA. “What?”

“It was just a question,” Tucker said. “I mean, most the other ghosts we’ve seen have some other color, like pink or blue or something. You’re one of the only ones who uses green.”

“Mom and Dad’s stuff uses green ectoplasm.”

“Yeah, but that’s... artificial,” he replied, waving a hand in the air. “You’re all-natural.”

Danny scoffed. “Yup. Nothing that isn’t completely natural about a kid who can become a ghost at will.”

Tucker threw a dirty sock at him, which he easily dodged. “You know what I mean. But seriously, you’re one of the only ghosts with green ectoplasm.”

“Maybe it’s ‘cause I got my powers from my parent’s portal?” Danny said, peeling the sock off his bed and throwing it in the general direction of the hamper.

“Maybe,” Tucker said, turning back to his PDA. “I don’t know, I just feel like it’s something deeper.”

“Deeper how?”

Tucker frowned in concentration and didn’t respond. For a moment, Danny figured he dropped the conversation. After a minute or two, he looked up from his work. “Should be fixed now. Ghost Boy Wonder can walk through his own front door again.”

“You’re seriously a lifesaver, man,” Danny said, sliding off his bed. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Tucker grinned and took a mini bow. “Thank you, thank you. I accept cash and credit, or checks can be made out to yours truly.”

“I’m paying you with my friendship,” Danny said, laughing and slinging an arm around Tucker’s shoulder.

“Well,” Tucker said, “I also accept food payments.”

“Alright, alright, hint taken.” Danny jumped up and opened his bedroom door, ushering Tucker out.

In the kitchen, Tucker was happily crunching away at a bowl of pretzels, and Danny was searching in the fridge for something that was uncontaminated. He didn’t notice Tucker watching him carefully until he emerged with a jar of salsa that looked relatively safe. When he saw his friend staring at him, he said, “What now?”

“You should ask Jazz about color theory,” he mumbled through a mouthful of half-chewed pretzel. “See if it has any weight or not.”

“Color theory?” It sounded like something Jazz would have come across in her psychology, but he’d never really heard of it.

Tucker swallowed. “Yeah, supposedly different colors are supposed to signify different feelings or things or something. I don’t know if that’s true or if it’s just some horoscope-type babble, but maybe that has something to do with why your ectoplasm is green.”

Danny laughed a little as he opened the pantry in search for the corn chips he knew his father was hiding somewhere. “You still on this?”

“Come on, it could be cool to find out. I mean isn’t green supposed to be a ‘good’ color?”

“It’s not exactly a good color when it comes flying out of my hand towards someone’s face,” Danny hummed.

He couldn’t see it, but Tucker rolled his eyes. “I’m serious! Maybe green is supposed to be code for ‘good ghost’ or something.”

Danny found the corn chips and plopped down at the table. “I’ve met good ghosts that don’t use green ectoplasm.”

“It was just a theory,” Tucker said, throwing a hand in the air. “It just seems like there’s gotta be more to it than what meets the eye. Otherwise why would there be multiple colors?”

Danny shrugged. “I know just about as much about ghost stuff as you do. Maybe there’s no reason at all. Maybe it’s just kind of random. Like I said, maybe it’s because I’m only half-ghost and got my powers from the portal.”

Tucker pointed a pretzel stick at him. “A-ha! Only half-ghosts have green ectoplasm. Maybe that’s the connection.”

“But doesn’t Vlad use pink or something?”

Tucker groaned and flopped his head forward. “Just a theory,” he said, voice muffled by the table.”

Laughing, Danny reached over and patted Tucker’s shoulder. “I promise, if I find out anything about it, you’ll be the first to know. Now, am I gonna get my chance to kick your butt in DOOMED or not?”

Tucker raised his head, grinning. “In your dreams, Ghost Boy.”

phanniemay day 1: Electricity

this is late, but who cares?

IT’S BACK!

Last year I got a job at a high school and May was crazy, but now that I’ve settled into the role, I’m better equipped to run this again.  Thank you, everyone, for your patience with me.

SO YOU KNOW THE DEAL.  Send in asks, messages, submissions, replies, etc with themes for the 30 day calendar.  Bear in mind that this event has been going on for a while so many themes have already been used.  Please check previous years to avoid doubles.

2013  .◘.  2014  .◘.  2015  .◘.  2016

I hope to get the calendar out by early April so people can get an appropriate amount of time to plan for the event.

For those of you new to the Phandom since the last Phanniemay, it is a theme-a-day calendar with vague prompts that can be interpreted for any medium, such as art, writing, cosplay, editing, etc.  When submitting themes please pick something general enough that it can fit any medium.

Because I wholeheartedly believe in this relationship

Clockwork knew the visit was coming. He knew the conversation that was to come. He knew what was going to be said and the consequences of the words to be spoken. He knew what would happen afterwards. It didn’t make it any less upsetting.

Even worse, he didn’t need his omniscient senses to know these things.

He pretended to be watching the time portal that was consistently tuned to Earth’s present day; humans were only beginning to create a system of writing. In his mind, he was counting down the moments to when his friend would enter. He barely felt the breeze of an entrance before speaking.

“Sojourn,” he said, turning to face the newcomer. The name was spoken with the weight of his fate and the familiarity of a close friend. An emotion many would find difficult to describe.

Sojourn smiled widely. “Clockwork, my friend,” he said jovially. “I’ve come to wish you farewell before I start on my next journey.”

“And where will you be exploring this time?” He already knew the answer.

The light behind Sojourn’s eyes was filled with hope and excitement. “I am returning to the Elsewhereness. There is still so much more to be discovered about that place! I must see it again.”

“And you believe now is the best time to go,” Clockwork continued, “because of the Earth’s eclipse.”

“Yes!” Sojourn said. “The barrier between worlds is at its thinnest. It was how I was able to find the Elsewhereness the first time; surely it will happen again.”

“Yes, the veil has thinned at this time, but the eclipse does not affect only the barrier between our world and the Elsewhereness. You do realize this?”

Sojourn nodded. His face grew serious, but the light in his eyes remained. “The dangers are there, yes. There are many more worlds besides these two, the human Earth included. But just think, Clockwork! Think of what I might be able to discover and record, of what us ghosts can be a part of one day!”

If he had a heart, Clockwork’s would be growing heavier and heavier by the minute. “Have you not heard the legends of the nightmare worlds? The thought these dangers doesn’t frighten you? These undiscovered places?”

“Frighten me?” Sojourn asked, taken aback. He laughed. “The thought excites me! Why else would I be travelling all these different places?”

Despite his reservations, Clockwork smiled. He couldn’t say he was friends with many ghosts - his keep was certainly out of the way - but Sojourn was his closest. He would never admit it out loud, but he deeply admired his friend’s desire for adventure. It was almost the polar opposite of himself, reserved and rarely leaving his keep. Alas, Sojourn’s stubbornness was almost unmatched, and it would prove to be his downfall.

Clockwork nodded. “If you feel you must,” he began, his voice carefully neutral, “then I wish you fair travels, old friend.”

Sojourn’s grin returned, wider than ever. “Thank you, Clockwork. I will return with my findings the moment I can!” He left the tower in a flurry.

“Yes,” Clockwork said, his voice heavy once more. He turned to a different portal, this one only a few minutes into the future, when the eclipse on Earth would be at its peak. He watched Sojourn racing through the Ghost Zone only to be cut off by a portal appearing out of thin air. His friend tried to backtrack, but the portal began sucking him in like a black hole. Silent shouts of terror were coming from his mouth. In the midst of the chaos, his bag fell off his shoulder and a journal tumbled out. The force of the portal began ripping the journal to shreds, throwing its pages around like leaves in the wind.

Clockwork could only watch morosely as Sojourn, despite his scrambling efforts, was sucked into the portal, which closed just as fast as it opened. He couldn’t see it, but he knew where his friend had been taken, and his chances were dismal at best. There would be no help from anyone, even Clockwork himself. The Unworld was one of the few places obscured from his view. Frankly, hearing the legends of it, he was sure he didn’t want to see it.