#cryptid danny

[pastadorable]

Made myself a phone background for October 👻💚

[caffeinatedvigilantewriter]

So you’ve seen the demon twins au but I present to you older brother Danny.

Danny is older by two years (important!) and is the heir. Something happened and Danny ended up in Amity, becomes a halfa. Dani is born. The echo acts are put in place and Danny takes Dani and is forced to go back to the League and take refuge there. Damian doesn’t know he’s alive. They don’t tell Talia because she might not keep it a secret. (Danny is 16, Dani and Damian are 14)

Damian is probably living with Bruce and doesn’t know about Dani existing. And because Dani and Damian are the same age (two years younger than Danny) Talia pretends like she’s his twin that Damian and Bruce never knew about.

So now not only does Damian have a brother, he also has a twin.

So one thing or another, Bruce finds out about Dani and Danny and wants to get them out of the LOA and in with them.

But Dani and Danny don’t want that. Being officially part of the Wayne’s would paint a huge target on their backs and the GIW could easily find them.

So they basically play cat and mouse with the Wayne’s until they get found out about the acts.

Any type of media is welcome as long as you tag and comment :)))

[thevoidstaredback]

Part 3

Danny woke up just after Jason pulled the chicken pot pie out of the oven. He didn't make much noise, moving a silently as a ghost, so the only way that he knew the kid was awake was the feeling of eyes on his back.

Slowly, Jason made his way over to the sofa and squatted in front of it, leaving enough room for the kid to bolt if needed. "Danny?"

Danny looked him in the eye. "Where's my sister?"

Jason hesitated. "She's with my friend Harley, remember?"

Danny's eyes seemed to be glowing, though it was probably a trick of the light. For a long minute, he didn't say anything and Jason got the feeling the kid was looking straight into his soul. "Okay."

Clearing his throat, Jason asked, "Are you... do you want some food? I made chicken pot pie."

"Sure," Danny nodded. He didn't move.

"Right," Jason stood and went back to the kitchen. Once he was safely between the oven and the island counter, Danny moved and pulled himself to sit on a stool.

Jason served him a plate before taking his own.

Neither said anything while they ate. Danny seemed to be lost in his mind and Jason was internally berating himself about everything he was doing wrong.

When they were done eating, Jason put the leftovers in the fridge and cleaned up the dishes. Danny sat on the stool the whole time, watching him work. When he was done, he turned back to the kid. They sized each other up for a minute.

"What's your name, mister Red Hood?"

"Jason."

"Less stupid than 'Red Hood'," Danny, "I like it."

Jason's eye twitched. "I agree. It was a pretty stupid name."

Danny tilted his head. "Was?"

He flinched a bit. Oops. Hadn't meant to say that. "Someone else had it before me. He was really stupid. I took the name, so it's cool now."

Danny hummed. "If you say so."

Another awkward moment passed. Jason cleared his throat. "How, uh, old are you, Danny?"

"Seven."

Sev- "Seven?" Danny nodded. Okay, he could deal with this. "Is 'Danny' short for something?"

The kid thought for a second before shaking his head. "Mom an' dad an' Jazzy an' everyone only ever call me Danny."

Okay, okay, cool, cool. He could work with this. "Do you want to see your room?"

Danny blinked. "I have a room?"

"If you want it."

There was definitely stars in his eyes. "Yes!" He jumped of his stool, making it wobble, before running around the island and grabbing Jason's hand. "Where is it? Where is it?"

Chuckling, Jason lead the way to the second bedroom. This one was used by any of the Outlaws that decided to visit or Lian when she and Roy popped by. He figured everyone else would be fine sleeping on the sofa or in a different safe house until he took Danny to his actual apartment.

The second he opened the door, Danny gasped, let go of his hand and ran in. "It's so big!"

It wasn't really, but there was only a bunk bed and a dresser, so he guessed it would be big to a seven-year-old.

"This is really my room?"

"For now," Jason nodded, "We're gonna head to my apartment next week. Your room there will be even bigger than this one." and decorated. He was gonna give the kid the master bedroom and move his stuff into the guest room. First, he had to figure out what the kid liked.

Danny wasted no more time and climbed to the top bunk. "I've never had a bed this tall before."

So he's probably had his own room before. Good to know. "Yeah? It's high up, huh?"

Danny nodded fiercely. Then, he went as still as a corpse. For one heartstopping moment, Jason thought the kid had keeled over. Then, "Can I have the blanket from the couch?"

Letting go of the anxiety held in his lungs, Jason nodded. "Of course." The blanket was one Kori had given to him. She said the random pattern of stars looked like the constellations on her home planet.

He was quick to go and grab it. When he came back, the kid had dosed off again, clutching the pillow like a stuffed animal.

Shaking his head, Jason put the blanket over Danny and left, leaving the door open a crack.

Part 5

[v-writes]

Cryptid Danny

(Picture taken in the dark with flash)

(Picture taken in well lit room, no flash)

Lineart pre box/background

Huge thank you to @englandamericaitaly and @tourettesdog for the lineart, I kinda went overboard on making a diorama box for it @green-with-envy-phandom-event

[biteytiefling]

So I had an idea and it won’t leave me alone so I’m going to post about it if anyone wants to continue this prompt please do

so starting this off with the fact of ghost hunger exist, they feed off of emotions and ectoplasm. This is for regular ghosts though for halfas though they require emotions, ectoplasm, and living meat/ fresh blood because of this all halfas have the air of an apex predator and all halfas are the children of life and death and they all become morally gray because of it also halfas are capable of Shapeshifting

Finally having enough of the GIW Danny and a de aged Dan(10) and elly(5) decide to lay low in Gotham for a while, while plotting how to take down the GIW and run across someone that they instinctually know is their older brother they’re very sickly older brother who calls himself killer croc they decided to stay with him and teach him how to live as a halfa and he teaches them how to live in Gotham they all try to avoid the bats while wreaking havoc

Gotham City and the bats are in alarm as killer croc has found his shapeshifter siblings and they are all causing havoc as they help out rogues and disappearing talons ( taking them to the ghost zone ) and making sure to cause extra destruction in government buildings ( because petty) and even stealing things from museums and private collections ( ghost artifacts ) and the bats are in confusion as they try to catch them ( all the Shapeshifting forms that the bats have seen are dinos, gator person, and Merfolk, I think that Danny Dan and elly would stick to more scaly forms ) 

[milktoastghost]

Inktober day 10: Sweep/Ectober day 10: Out of the frying pan

You’re walking alone in the forest with nothing but a flashlight. You hear rustling in the bushes, the sound of a heavy breath.

You walk faster. It follows.

Running, you stumble blindly, flashlight swinging wildly. Suddenly hear a crackling, staticky voice, sounding as though it’s right in your ear, hiss, “Shhh. Did you hear that?”

Whirling around, flashlight beam cutting through the darkness in a sweeping arc, you see—

Day 10, cryptid Danny! Just going around accidentally spooking the locals, because he’s too chicken to wander the woods at night as a squishy human. He... wasn't supposed to look that similar to the other Danny design but apparently I can't help myself....

Danny doesn’t know what the hell that was either, that’s why he was asking you! Originally I was going to make him hissing at the light but it was too hard to do much expression when his face is 1 cm :/

The idea was a sweeping flashlight with a person wandering in the woods getting spooked by noises only to run into a real ass ghost. Bit of a stretch... sorry!

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Also:

A moment later Danny: hisses at the bright light with full fangs and serpent tongue Hapless local: screams Danny: ungodly startled screeching Local: books it tf outta there Danny: Aw man…

Later: Jazz: You’re lucky they didn’t pepper spray you! Danny: That’s not the point, Jazz! I’m telling you, there’s something in the woods! Jazz: Yeah, you. Danny: I’m serious! Jazz: I am too! Danny, no matter what might be in the woods, there’s no way it’s worse than you. In terms of haunting, pretty sure you’re at the top of whatever pyramid there is. Danny: Huh.

[blueboybot]

In Your Cold Dead Arms

I don't care! I need to show yall one of my weird pairs.

Twigs and dry leaves snapped under feet that were in a hurry, wind blowing violently enough to feel as though it was one more step from uprooting trees and flinging them carelessly about with its strong might. Rain droplets fell from the dark and cloudy sky, rapid rainfall increasing with every droplet that hit skin and cloth, each one harsher than the other.

Some might find struggle with this kind of weather condition but for him it was way nicer than dealing with someone who could manipulate the weather at will. Luckily for him it was simply an act of nature, no powerful foe was attacking him and he could appreciate that once he got out of said rain.

As he ran his eyes continued to look out for shelter, something he could only hope to find in an area like this. More trees and plants overtook his vision, his temper starting to flare as rain fell even harder, almost feeling as if it were lashing him. Thunder boomed from above and lightening soon followed after, clouds lit up and illuminated the area for a few seconds.

On que, lightening striked next to a tree he was close to making him instinctively dodge out of the way. The tree took major damage, its base split in two and some of its green leaves burnt black. Fire appeared for a quick second before immediately being quelched by the rain. However with the destruction of the tree he was able to see a path, and further in the distance some kind of structure.

With the discovery of shelter he headed straight for the building, his legs picking up speed with the promise of soon being out of rain. Getting closer he saw that the structure was a mansion, an abandoned mansion at that. Not one to be picky he pushed open the gates with overgrown vines, finding them unlocked and bolted straight towards the front door, ready to use his body to force it open only to find out it was also unlocked and opened when his hand pushed on it.

Entering the mansion his first red flag came when he laid his eyes on the interior of the place. It was much nicer on the inside than the outside, the floors were clean and shiny, a chandelier lit up with flames hung high from the ceiling, red carpet and wooden decorations greeted him from where he could see them. Overall, the mansion gave off the vibes that it was well kept and that meant he may have just broke into someone's home.

"HELLO, IS ANYONE HERE?"

He expected someone to come rushing out of a door, cursing him or attacking him for entering their home as an unwated guest but he got nothing.

"Please tell me I didn't walk into some kind of haunted house." He mumbled.

Arsenal stood near the entrance door, wiping his boots on the mat and trying to dry himself with the warmth of a nearby candle. He tried to contact the team but something was blocking his signal, so for now he was stuck here until the rain stopped, but judging from the sounds outside that may take a while. He himself think back to how he got into this situation in the first place.

They were flying in the bioship when they got attacked, while trying to manuver through the air the ship got hit and plunged into the sea. He remembered exiting the bioship to look at the damage, only to be swept away by a current that appeared out of nowhere. He ended up on a beach and tried to contact the others but his communicator didn't work. Leaving the beach to explore the rest of the island storm coulds appeared, then it started raining so he ran to find shelter. Now, he was here in mansion that may or may not be haunted.

With a hesitant first step he continued to explore the mansion, going up the long steps that lead to the second floor. Turning left he was met with a hallway, dark brown with a few candles lighting up the way from which they were positioned from each door. Peaking inside, he saw a room with the same dark brown wood, but this time there were elegant designs carved into some of the walls, soft looking chairs and a rug lay in the center surrounded by bookshelves on the wall, a window showcasing the rainy outside world.

The sound of something falling against the floor in another room caught his attention. He whipped out his bow and readied an arrow, cautiously, he drew nearer toward the sound, stopping infront of the third room on the right that was slightly open. Slowly, he pushed open the door back, coming to halt when he saw nothing but furniture covered in white sheets.

He didn't lower his bow though, and his theory of something being in here was proven correct when movement came from a sheet close to the window. Arsenal stepped closer, arrow aimed directly at what he assumed was its head, whatever is under there could be dangerous for all he knows and he wasn't taking anymore chances. He wasn't about to lose another arm or any other limbs for that matter.

The rustling stopped and the sheet pulled back, revealing the face of someone that was definitely close in age to him. Hair so dark as if it was trying to mimic the void of space looked wet, strands clinging to their forehead. Freckles dusted over their cheeks and nose like they were carefully placed by the gentlest of hands. Blue eyes stared at the bow and then him, looking at him with a hint of curiousity only to turn to fear a second later at remembering that there was a weapon very close to their face.

Those blue eyes intrigued the red head. They were unlike any blue he had seen before, mesmerizing in a way, tempting him into their hypnotic trance. Looking away was becoming more of a challenge the longer he continued seeing into something so enchanting. They reminded him of the ice and a burning blue star. So out of this world that he swore his body was beginning to tingle as those eyes gaze back into him. He was locked in a view so breathtaking that the word did little justice to describe how he felt as he stared.

His trance was broken when the teen scrambled away from him, hitting hard against the underwall of the window, and likely hurting his back if the way he winced was anything to go by. The other boy quickly got up an moved to side, hitting his head into a piece of covered furniture that reverberated with a clang sound.

Aresenal winced, deciding he needed to step in and do something before the teen knocked himself out while trying and failing to get away from him.

"Easy easy!" He put away his bow and arrow, looking at the boy on the floor with his hands up to come across less dangerous "I'm not going to hurt you, I was just curious as to why I heard a noise coming from this room."

The teen looked at him with those blue eyes, accessing him to see if he was lying. He must of taken a gamble and decided to somewhat believe he meant no harm because the boy rose to his feet once again, looking at him with slight caution now.

"Do you live here?"

"No, I was trying to escape the rain and came across this abandoned mansion." He replied, looking away from Roy and opting to stare at the carpet.

"Got a shy one." Roy thought looking over the boy and his body language.

His clothes looked a little too big for him. A white t-shirt with short red sleeves and an oval pattern in the middle, black cargo pants, and red shoes with white lacing. There was also a metalic looking wristband the boy wore on his left hand. Overall, Arsenal took him for a pretty boy who wasn't used to these sorts of situations, one who doesn't do much except for sit in quiet with the popular kids and have everything handed to him without much of a resistance from other teachers or students.

"So do you have a name or do I just call you boy?" Roy asked, trying to lighten the atmosphere.

"I'm not a child!"

Oh he was going to have fun with this one.

Roy's face split into a grin as he waited for the boy to reply. The other teen rolled his eyes at him.

"My name is Danny." Danny looked him up and down, "Did you just come from a cosplay party or something?"

He raised an eyebrow, "I'm Arsenal!"

This time Danny raised an eyebrow at him.

"Protégé of Green Arrow."

The boy's face remained the same as Roy's changed.

"Part of the Young Justice team."

Still no look of recognition.

"The Justice League."

"I literally don't have a clue on what any of those are, is it like some kind of sports team?"

"How do you not know the Justice League?"

"I'm from a small town, a lot of outside media doesn't get through to us." The boy mumbled something with a hint of annoyance at the end.

Roy groaned in frustration, putting his hands up to his masked face. He silently wondered if he was going to have to tell pretty boy here about the existance of aliens and meta-humans.

"Woah!" He heard the boy exclaim, feet that barely made a sound ran up to him. "Cool arm!" Roy spread his arms apart from his face to look at him, seeing that the boy's focus was entirely on his prosthetic.

"What kind of lights did you buy for this?"

" Lights? What no— This is how it is." He growled out the last part, remembering what Lex did still left a sour taste in his mouth.

"No. Way!" Danny's eyes seemed to sparkle with awe. "Can I touch it, please?"

Roy let the other teen poke at his arm, watching as fascination filled those blue eyes. The only other person that showed this much interest in his arm was Bart and the little menace would always ask to look at it or try to wrestle him, resulting in him always winning because there was no chance of him losing to someone with those kind of arms.

"This is amazing, can you wiggle your fingers for me?" Roy did just that and watched as a smile etched onto the boy's face.

"INCREDIBLE! The black metal, the desgin, everything was made to fit you. But, I bet I could do a way better job."

"Oh really?" He raised an eyebrow.

"My parents are inventors and scientist, I obviously picked up a thing or two from being around their equipment for so long." Danny placed his two hands on the prosthetic, providing Roy with the knowledge that he was two inches taller than Danny.

The vigilante catalogued the information given to him for later. Even if Danny meant him no harm that didn't mean he trusted him right away, sue him, but the other's parents being scientist that built enough inventions for Danny to alledgedly make his own made him wary.

"You're not a bad cosplayer." Danny said, leaning his head against the metalic arm while looking at Roy.

Those too blue eyes pierced his soul. Danny had to be a meta or alien of some kind, there was no other explanation for his eyes.

"It's not a cos—"

*SCREECH*

An unholy noise screamed out, sounding like a high pitched call and simultaneously a warning from whatever creature it came from.

Roy quickly grabbed Danny by the waist and pushed the boy behind him, shielding him as he armed himself once again.

[ghostlyglimmer]

My personal take on Phantom. I love the idea of him being absolutely terrifying and in turn making it harder for amity park to trust his good intentions due to his gross visage. I like to think he looks like a charred corpse from being toasted in the Portal and of course lots of electric ectoplasm seeping through him. He hobbles around a bit stiffly when not in fighting monster mode. He’ll fly like a bat out of hell to clash with the ghosts that have not so good intentions, he prefers to attack first and ask questions later once he figures out if the entity is a boon or bane on Amity Park. And this does not help his case within the public eye.

Around fellow Amity Parkers, he tends to slouch and make himself smaller and to try and not scare the fellow residents. He also loves to be goofy and try to get the humans of Amity to like him. He just wants to be liked and loved for the sacrifices he makes for his home town (which are way too damn many)

In my version of this, no one knows he’s phantom (Which is the juiciest of AU’s i love me some existential crisis)

Anyway if you read this far I super duper appreciate it ;w; I just love taking Danny and transforming him into my little OC lmao. I might write up a story soon based on this version of him!