Hello everyone and welcome back to Dannymay! Sorry for the delay! We're excited to host the event for another year!
If you aren’t aware, Dannymay is a yearly event where creators are given a daily prompt and are free to run with it! Any and all art is allowed; fanfiction, fanart, music, poetry, and anything else will be welcomed!
Feel free to complete as many or as few prompts as you’d like, and remember to have fun! When you’re done, post your creations to Tumblr with the #Dannymay2026 tag so we can see it!
Like previous years, we will have an ao3 collection under the tag Dannymay 2026, and we’ll fire up the Dannymay discord for another year - the link is in our FAQ!
Full text prompt list is below the cut!
1 - Twin
2 - Teeth
3 - Ghost School
4 - Drive
5 - Decay
6 - Eldritch
7 - Garage Sale
8 - Summoning
9 - Space
10 - Comfort
11 - Collision
12 - Sports
13 - Freedom
14 - Pets
15 - Favorite AU - Bringing this special one in again so everyone can make what they like! Create for your favorite AU!
My favorites this year were the comic I made for "opposites" and the animation I did for "music!" I also had fun filling some of the prompts with plushie Danny pictures and Tomodachi Life.
Link to the event post: Dannymay 2026
Also, check out what I did for Dannymay last year: Dannymay 2025 Masterpost
I told myself I wouldn't do all of Danny May. Guess who did all of Danny May. I'm not mad it was actually really fun. Last piece of 2026 Danny May is Danny and Rocket making snow Stars.
For the Final Day, made some more GrayGhost art. Valerie likes to watch the sunset/rise & Danny likes to watch the stars 🌟
What do u think? What can you see Danny &/or Val enjoy in the sky? I’d love to know💖 Happy DannyMay 2026! Thank you for the amazing month, I had a lot of fun!!!!!
Wanted to show you guys my tomadachi Danny’s! I gave fenturd the blue star room and phanturd I’m working on his room rn it’s blank canvas gonna be the ghost zone ! I haven’t figured out how to give phanturd gloves or a turtleneck yet
They reached the trees where a car waited. He recognized it as Jacob’s car. But Chelsea whipped around before getting to the car.
“Tucker’s in trouble!” she said.
“Where is he?” Danny demanded.
Chelsea silently led him back to the GIW facility. On the side of the building, they could clearly see a standoff. Tucker had his back against the wall and his arms raised. Six agents aimed weapons at him.
“Leave him alone!” Chelsea cried. “He’s not a ghost!”
The agents swiveled their heads at the sound of her voice, and their weapons followed. Danny grabbed Chelsea’s hand and turned the two of them intangible just as blasts came their way. Most of the blasts missed, but one hit Danny’s arm.
“Ow!” he said in surprise. “That actually hurt!”
“Careful, Danny,” Tucker yelled. “Their weapons have been upgraded—”
“Quiet, you!” an agent said, reaming his weapon at Tucker.
Danny and Chelsea pelted the agents with ectoblasts weak enough to not cause permanent damage, making the agents run for cover. They hid among gleaming silver pipes connected to the side and roof of the building. Danny and Chelsea stopped firing.
“Run, Tucker!” Chelsea shouted.
Danny flew down to meet Tucker and hoisted him in the air. The two boys returned to Jacob’s car in the trees while Chelsea watched the agents.
“Get in, Tuck!” Danny instructed when he dropped Tucker to the ground. “We’ll hold them off.”
Danny turned around again to help Chelsea. Sam yelled to stop him.
“What if they catch you again?”
“They won’t.
“Be careful, Danny.”
“I’m always careful!” He saluted her and returned to Chelsea.
She had a shield up. At least that stopped the GIW weapons.
The car sped down the road, much to Danny’s relief. More agents arrived, and some broke off to get into vehicles.
“We can’t let them follow our friends!” Danny said to Chelsea.
“Right!”
The two redirected their efforts to the agents’ vans. This time, they didn’t hold back on their powers. They blasted those vans with everything they had.
Unfortunately, it wasn’t enough. The vans were equipped with some sort of shield.
“Aim for the wheels,” Chelsea suggested.
Danny shot his ectoblasts at the wheels, and they exploded.
“Yes!” Danny said.
He and Chelsea destroyed every wheel, assuring their friends’ safety. The Guys in White poured out of their vans and fired weapons. Danny and Chelsea dodged the blasts and headed to Jacob’s car. They shared a high-five on the way.
“That was awesome!” Danny said.
“Yeah, we’re okay,” Chelsea said.“We’re right above you.”
“What?” Danny asked.
“Sorry, talking over comms again,” Chelsea told him.
“Oh, right,” Danny said. “Do you have an extra one for me?”
“There might be one in the car,” Chelsea said.
Danny dove into the car and positioned himself in the back seat next to Tucker. The others jumped when he appeared.
“Danny!” Sam said. “Good to have you back!”
“Good to be back,” Danny replied. “Hey, do you have an extra comm for me?”
“Sorry,” Tucker said, “didn’t think to bring another one.”
“Why do you need one?” Jacob asked.
“Just in case the GIW attack again,” Danny explained. “Though I don’t think they will,” he added with a grin.
Thank you for joining me for DannyMay 2026! I had a great time getting back into writing. I’ll have a new chapter of Danny Phantom Revisit soon, so I hope to see you there!
DannyMay Day 27: Molt
This is also posted on Ao3!!!
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“Danny,” Sam kicked his foot under the table. “Danny, your arm.”
Danny frowned at her, sandwich lifted to his mouth. “What about it?” he asked, glancing down at himself. He was wearing a jacket and a long-sleeved shirt, so it wasn’t like anybody could see anything beneath it all.
“Hurry up and fix it, already.”
Danny sighed and put down his food. He didn’t know which arm she was complaining about, but both felt fine. He wasn’t tingling like he did when parts of his skin turned translucent and green—the border between his human and ghost forms degrading, and leaking into one another.
He would know if he was, in that case. The sensation of ectoplasmic, unliving flesh superimposing itself over the breathing constructs that made up his human form was a distinctly uncomfortable one. It was quite the sight, and a markedly disturbing one, too—or so all his human companions told him.
He understood why it would be strange to look at, in theory. But he didn’t experience the unease his friends and sister did when they saw him like that. He didn’t really get a feeling about it at all.
He pulled his sleeves down, and stared at his left arm.
It looked… normal.
There wasn’t even any ghostly flesh this time! He was 0% see-through! His forearm was pale, boney, and entirely opaque, and the world was as it ought to be.
He poked at the skin of his wrist, pressing a finger into the tendons and bones there. The veins running under his skin were slightly green in color, as they had been since the portal accident. It wasn’t something someone would notice unless they were looking for it, and if they did notice—well, who was to say he didn't have a health condition?
Otherwise, the skin of his human form was exactly that: human. Perfectly as it should be.
“I give,” groaned Danny. “What’s wrong with it this time? I can’t tell.”
Sam buried her fingers in her hair, and dropped her head onto the table. Beside him, Tucker looked up from his PDA. Tucker stared at Sam for a moment, before he twitched, and his eyes darted to Danny’s left hand as if magnetized.
Tucker’s dark skin turned pale, and he swallowed. His Adam’s apple bobbed violently, as if he was fighting the urge to be ill. Tucker pulled his eyes away from Danny, and looked at the spot beside Sam with longing. Danny had the strangest, most certain feeling Tucker was jealous of Sam, at that moment. He desperately wanted to be where she was.
Notably, on the other side of their cafeteria table.
Danny squinted at his wrist. He pulled the cuff of his sleeve back, and watched as the last of the flesh clinging to his arm sloughed off. It fell back into his sleeve and rolled down to rest below the crook of his elbow, before disintegrating into nothing.
He still didn’t see what was wrong.
He had started molting last night, but that wasn’t much to be concerned with. His flesh would come back in a day or two, as good as new.
Slowly, Tucker reached forward to pinch Danny’s jacket sleeve, and guided his arm underneath the table. With his other hand, he grabbed Danny’s ear and pulled it until Danny was hunched low against the table, and staring deep into his eyes.
Danny was deeply, intensely confused.
“What?” he yelped. “What is it?”
Sam groaned loudly from across the table.
“Danny,” Tucker practically hissed into his ear, “your flesh is meant to stay attached to your bones. We’re not meant to see your bones! Or your tendons! Or any other parts of your body that are meant to stay beneath your skin!”
Danny opened his mouth. He blinked, and looked at his arm again.
This wasn’t the first time he’d… renewed his flesh since he’d died. He could always stop himself from doing it, and his ectoplasm would work doubletime on regenerating his missing flesh, but then his human form would start slowing down and rotting. The smell was dreadful, and just about impossible to cover up.
Surely his friends knew that by now, right? He could’ve sworn he’d told them…
But then again, Danny’s molts only happened once every other month—as far as he could tell—and the timing was off for this one. Usually he started losing flesh on Friday afternoons, not Thursday.
“I… uh. I see now,” he said, intelligently. “Hm.”
“Don’t ‘hm’ us,” Sam growled, fists slamming against the table. She had stood up to lean over the table, and in her eyes, he saw the definition of infuriation. She looked a moment away from launching herself over the table and choking him to death. “Fix it before someone wisens up and notices, you idiot!”
Shoving his hands deep in his pockets, Danny got to his feet. He backed away from the table, and subsequently, further away from Sam.
“You know,” he said, shifting his weight on his heels, “I really have to go to the bathroom, all of a sudden.” Tucker and Sam looked at him like he was the bane of their mutual existences, and he chuckled.
He loved his friends, even if they were way too worried about small things like these. It was funny how Sam thought this was an issue he could simply… will away, though. He couldn’t.
Too bad he didn’t have any powers that could affect his appearance. Even if it was only a temporary change, something like that would be handy in circumstances like this. Then he wouldn’t have to worry about someone noticing his liminality spilling into his human form.
Illusion powers, he thought wonderingly. Man, I wish I had those.
Before Tucker or Sam could say a word, Danny slipped into the crowd and left the cafeteria.
