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bluerosefox · 4 months

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A Fair Warning

It was only a matter of time, and a long awaited and well deserved comeuppance, when Joker tried to hurt the wrong person or people.

Not everyone was going to play his games like 'Batsy' does. Not everyone will hesitate or let him live should he put his hands on someone to hurt them. Not everyone will believe Arkham could 'fix' him, he just needed more time and help.

No.

This time Joker bit off more than he could chew when he kidnapped the newly hired Arkham psychiatrist Jasmine Fenton (and he had plans, so many plans, for her. With her mixture of Harley's mind and her looks matching Gordon's daughter would sure to cause some chaos and pain in memories) and the girl's visiting sister Danielle 'Ellie' (and did he laugh when he noticed the 'Wayne' adoptive looks the girl had, on the fun he'll have, maybe he'll beat her the way he beat the second Robin just for funzie's, it'll no doubt upset Batman) from Jasmine's apartment.

He had plans to keep the Bats guessing where he was and by the time they reach him it'll be far to late for them to save either of the two girls, he had just sent the little video he taped to the Bats and the police to get the ball rolling...

So...

So why did a shiver run down his spine for the first time in years when they both looked unafraid (it was their eyes that made him shiver, a look of already dead yet somehow alive, something he never seen before. He's seen the light fade from people's eyes before yes, he's even laughed as he watch people desperately cling onto life only for it to fade into nothing as they took a final breath but never have he seen someone, something alive yet dead at the same time before. It, their eyes, held a natural yet unnatural sense as they stared at him, stared at everything that made him Joker and it unnerved him), honestly they looked very bored, and one of them (the youngest of the two, and the one with more of the look of death than life in their eyes) said with a chill tune in their tone.

"Last chance to back out of this Freakshows Reject. You wont like what'll be waiting for you."

The tone alone was enough to send another bone deep chill down Joker's spine.

But instead of listening to his natural instincts, the deep inkling of run blaring at him, Joker merely placed a grin on his face, ignoring the strain he felt from doing so, and said as nastily as he could in order to scare the two girls (BOTH OF THEM STILL LOOKED BORED WITH HIM?!?! Not even a twitch of fear!)

"OH? And pray tell what is awaiting little ol' me hum?"

His mocking question got a wide feral grin from the smaller girl, a grin with sharp teeth and iris eyes beginning to bleed slowly from sky blue to neon green with each second he stared at her and he barely stopped himself from jumping in his spot when Jasmine answered his question.

"Your end."

-x-x-

By the time the Bats get to the warehouse Joker had taken Dr. Jasmine 'Jazz' Fenton and Danielle 'Ellie' Fenton they were prepared for anything and everything to go wrong. As much as they held the tiniest bit of hope that the two young women were still okay they knew better than to really do, this was the Joker that had them after all.

They had manged to narrow down his location much quicker than normal when they gotten Joker's first video and his little 'game' he was setting the Bats on, most locations he gave them were going to be red herrings or traps to keep them busy and it would had worked. Batman and the others would had been searching for hours for even a hint of the clue of where the Joker and his hostages were actually being kept.

It was nearly, not really, a shame all of Joker's plans went to waste when Red Hood had stumbled onto something when scooping out Jasmine's apartment with Red Robin.

You see, not only were they looking for clues at first but something about the apartment Jasmine rented seemed off, Red Robin noticed it first and called in back up encase there was more to oldest Fenton than what they could dig up (oldest daughter of Dr's. Jackson and Madeline Fenton, grew up in a small Illinois town, straight A student and a goal to become a psychologist, has two younger siblings, etc etc) and their suspension raised up more when the moment Red Hood entered the apartment and seemed to freeze for a moment.

Red Hood couldn't really explain it but he said it felt like something was... strange. Not evil bad danger strange but it felt familiar? Like he was a kid again on the streets and had walked into someone else's territory but knew the person wouldn't be too much of a hardass about it as long as he didn't stur up trouble or disrespect. A kind of... as long as you don't fuck around you won't find out feeling.

It was because of this feeling that Jason had manged to stumble across something in the room, his instincts telling him there was more to it, and they had discovered a clunky old custom PDA hidden away in a false floorboard in the office room. Thankfully Red Robin, was there in person because the old thing apparently had a rather ingenious firewall to keep others (aka Hackers) OUT but it did nothing against someone who held the main thing.

But still it took Red Robin almost frying the damn thing to get to open up, turns out the ghost and star stickers on the PDA was a rather large hint of the pass code. Once Red Robin was in the PDA he noticed some rather interesting files, one of them labeled "Gremlin Tracking" with a tiny green blob with red eyes and a green outlined star as the icons.

Curiosity taking a hold on the most curious of the Bats he opened it up, hoping it would need another password, and watched as the screen split into two maps, one was... strange, there was no land marks or anything but the star icon seemed to be right in the middle of wherever it was and the only hint of anything was the name "baby brother" and the map labeled as IR.

The other one showed an above map of Gotham, before zooming into the city, heading towards some abandoned warehouses Red Robin knew of and stopped right at one. This was the green blob icon, the short abbreviation for Gotham in the corner of the map, and the name for the icon was 'baby sister'

Red Robin immediately got onto coms to tell the others of what apparently was a tracker for Jasmine's younger siblings. Some questioned why the young woman had trackers on her siblings, though some of the others snarked back that "oh didn't know keeping trackers on each other wasn't normal. Mind if I loose the one you got on me than?"

After a quick sweep into the warehouses camera feeds, the very few up that could be accessed, done by Oracle they quickly discovered that yes the tracking on the younger girl of the two, Danielle Fenton, was correct and that was where they and Joker were at.

Despite this, Batman decided that in order to make sure Joker didn't have suspicion that they already know his actual location he made sure to send a few of the others to the fake locations.

So here they were now, staking out the warehouse where they could see a few of the Jokers goons walking around and looking for a way into the building without alerting any of them. As they talked low into coms, Robin mentioning a possible way in for Red Robin by how small it was, Red Robin hissing back a "just because you got a growth spurt doesn't mean you can poke fun at my height you little-"

"Wait!" Red Hood suddenly hissed shouted, his tone startling the rest of them and they all turned their heads to him. Batman made a quick and harsh grunt as a way to say "report."

Under his helmet Jason's eyes were wide and wild. He could feel something, something huge was on the rise, like something was out of sight but the energy of it was felt.

And if Jason could feel it from his spot, the Jokers goons all felt the same thing from the way they all dropped their weapons, turned toward the warehouse and looked ready to bolt like scared animals.

Jason opened his mouth to explain but fell silent when the feeling suddenly popped. Whatever was causing the feeling was here and like the calm before the storm he could only watch as the first drop of rain fall.

The next thing they know, was the noise and the screaming.

It was inhuman, a mixture of noise and sounds to hard to explain. The closest they could explain was a thousand voices coming in all at once mixing with radio static that kept changing volume so only few words could be even hinted at, and the angry cawing of crows along with the flapping of their wings as they took flight. The noise was so bad that many who heard it nearly ripped their coms out, or covered their ears. Thankfully it only lasted a few seconds.

Then, the air itself shifted. It felt like the coldest of winter nights and bone chilling shivers ran down their bodies for a moment. The air was suddenly that sharp cold that hurt to breathe sometimes.

The goons surrounding the warehouse fled in fear. Many scrambling to get far, far away from whatever was happening. If they felt even a fraction of what Jason could feel, he could understand. He honestly felt like a small animal cornered by a predator and there was no escape.

Then just as suddenly as it happened, everything shifted again. The noise of Gotham returned to normal, cars honking, a stray cat hissing or a dog barking, police sirens in the distance, hissing steam from a nearby factory. The air went from winter cold to a chill mid winter harbor feel now.

Once everyone registered what had just happened and not wanting to waste anymore time they bolted towards the warehouse, cautious and alert in case they needed to fight. Batman went in first, quickly making his way to the area he knew Joker would be with the Fenton sisters and wondered just what the fuck was that? Did Joker do something? Was he messing with things outside of his usual MO?!

He walked into the room and stopped.

There was nothing.

The room was in fact the room Joker had used to record his first message to them, the layout was correct and the evidence of two people who had been tied up were still there as well, ropes that weren't cut sitting on them, a lone lamp light above shining down from above no doubt to emphasize the two girls were meant to be the 'stars' of Jokers latest show. Thing was, the two weren't there despite the fact Oracle swore she could see them a few mins ago from a camera set up in the room, she would later explain that she heard the noise as well and that all her tech had glitched hard.

The only other thing in the room was, sitting innocently on one of the chairs was a green sticky note and on a tiny pillow was a tiny sickly green orb with hints of purple, white, and red swirling in it.

A note they would later read the following message written on it after carefully examining it over.

'Joker learned not to touch what is mine to protect. Sorry not sorry, but hey one less killer clown and he was warned not my fault he didn't take it seriously... The massive amount of souls wanting to rip apart the Joker's soul into nothing was quite a sight to be honest.

They were so ruthless. Best not mess with the vengeful dead am I right?

PS. I left a tiny gift for Jason Todd aka Robin Two. It's the tiniest piece of Joker's soul left over after everyone else got done. He can finish it off since he's a reverent and all, and well they need their revenge filled in order to peacefully move on later or else they'll be stuck forever in a loop of madness and revenge. So yeah. Hope he likes the gift.'

D.P.'

It took Jason less than a second after those words were spoken out to reach for the orb, ignoring the cautious and alarmed cries of the others, and could feel deep, deep, deep in his own soul the absolute pure weeping joy as he threw the orb onto the floor, the bottom shattering thus it didn't roll away and stomped hard with his reinforced boots. Crushing the broken orb into more pieces and if one listened closely they could hear the pure screaming terror that came from it.

And Jason for the first time in years felt his rage finally leave him.

#danny phantom dc #danny phantom #danny fenton #dp x dc #crossover #blue rambles #writing ideas #random idea #dpxdc #Danny is like a cryptid in this one #is he the Ghost King? Or just a very very powerful ghost that can help stabilize other ghosts into a corporal form? idk you pick #The Bats return to base only to find all data on Jazz gone #even the report on her and Danielle being kidnapped are gone #even the Joker's recording is gone #like it never happened #if they try confronting her she only smiles and says she warned him or says 'Joker who?'#The only thing they have left that's proof is the sticky note and the PDA Tim still has #when he later looks at the history and data he noticed it move #for a few mins the tracker for 'baby brother' had moved from IR to Gotham right next to 'baby sister' before returning to IR with the other #this happened right on the dot of Jason warning them to wait #I love writing the 'Joker fucked around and found out' stories tbh #any mistakes I will fix later #I still need new glasses can barely see rn

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tubbytarchia · 4 months

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I couldn't finish my rancher art today but please have this because I'll feel like a failure if I go to sleep without posting anything

#not all cryptids are created equal rip #rancher duo #team rancher #trafficshipping #trafficblr #double life #jimmy solidarity fanart #tangotek fanart #I tried so hard to make Tango more demon cute and less demon scary #uh yeah based on the idea that tango involuntarily wraps his tail around Jimmys legs teehee #and then forces himself to be conscious of what his tail is doing when Jimmy slams his head against the hard cold ground #tubby art

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spellboundcities · 3 months

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can anyone hear me

original v

#dropped everything to make these in a fit of mania the likes of which I cannot describe #I've been wanting to make pearl fanart/work on a design for her for a while and. and harrow. harrow???#like the big jacket? the wolves? come ONNNNNNN #big jacket pearl will forever be real to me #local cryptid draws #pearlescentmoon #pearlesentmoon fanart #double life #technically #kinda???? I based this on her red skin so #milgram #milgram project #been obsessed with these btw. peace love milgram #traffic series #double life fanart #trafficblr #are we rocking with the hair streaks btw? Cause I'm kinda rocking with em #block game go brrr

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asharestupid · 5 months

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Being in the woods with your cryptid/gremlin friend like:

- *casually breaking thorns off of a vine and putting them in pocket*

- MOSS

- *very politely sits on giant rock*

- *pointing at half fallen tree* "you think that can hold me?" "No." "I'mma get on it anyway" "NO" *thud*

- *singing the hearse song while walking through a dry creek*

- *sees bird high up in tree* is that a challenge?

- *sits on stump*

- MUSHROOMS

- *singing welcome to the internet while climbing a tree*

- *walks through tree limb* hey that hurted dont do that

- *trips over rock* *apologies to rock*

- *pointing at something they definitely should not climb* "I'mma climb that"

- *making paper stars while sitting in a tree*

- CRUNCHY LEAVES

- *sets down bucket of Things™ to climb a tree*

- *hearing Very Normal Cat Sounds somewhere near by* if this is how I wind up on supernatural I'mma seriously haunt your ass

- *drinking tea while searching for pine cones*

- *quotes three tumblr posts and a tx2 song in one breath*

- ACORNS

- *jumps over dead bush*

- "Hey, tree sap!!!" "Hey, leaves!!!" "Hey, moss!!!" "Hey, tree!!!" "Hey, nature!!!!"

- *completely oblivious to friend talking to them while chasing frog*

- *comes across fence* "bet I could jump that" "don't" *hops fence*

#cryptid #cryptidcore #gremlin #unintelligible gremlin noises #gremlincore #autism #goblin #goblincore #supernatural #supernatural is a show #forest #woods #moss #acorns #crunchy leaves #fall #mushrooms #i live in texas btw #this post is based off of me and my cousin in the woods behind our house

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z-bot · 11 months

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I deeply appreciate Ryan and Shane being such Wife Guys™ that they can't conceive of, like, even putting out a craigslist ad without their S.O. knowing about it (and subsequently getting in on the heist).

#'what if sarah robbed a bank?'#'i probably helped her plan it' - 'that's what i'm SAYING!'#watcher #mystery files #shane madej #ryan bergara #based on interviews/comments/vibes i get the feeling they'll be doing heists and cryptids and stuff for this show #instead of exploitative murder mysteries #and i deeply appreciate that #makes it actually worth watching

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puppetmaster13u · 5 months

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Thinkin’ of This Au where Jason ends up collecting all of the de-aged liminal class which causes his plans to spiral. And am also thinking if he found them even earlier, before he made his big debut with 6 heads in a duffle bag, back when he was a mere whisper. Y’know, something minor the bats seemingly didn’t have to worry about.

Like he still has his goons, even if less than he would because he is still taking over the underbelly, it’s just far slower because suddenly he has like, twelve small children to keep safe along with defending the alley from these government goons.

Like I want the GIW to full on build files on this (to-them) half rabid ghost prowling crime alley whenever one survives to retreat and lick their wounds. Not a lot, mind you, but enough to notice a pattern. Enough to figure out when their lost specimens are not with the very dangerous ghost.

Enough to catch the babysitting goon off guard, to overwhelm them with numbers.

Enough to take his children.

And Jason has seen those labs, he’s torn apart several, but they aren’t in Gotham anymore, they’re goneGoneGone and he needs to get them back. They’re just babies, they’re his babies, and he’s not going to let them be cut into again.

And there is no warning on the Watchtower when the Zeta activates. There is no alarm when a hulking figure enters during their weekly nearly full-team meeting. A figure that could pass as both human or not, with sparks trailing behind barely restrained movements as they get ready to fight this masked intruder.

“Diana Prince, Wally West, Clark Kent, John Jones, Arthur Curry.” There’s this deadly calm as he speaks, because otherwise he would only be feeling rage. “I know each and every one of your identities, and if you don’t help me everyone is going to know them.”

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krazycat6167 · 7 months

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So @somerandomdudelmao made a version of their sona in a dystopia (inspired by @tapakah0 doing the same to theirs) and the person in this ask named the robot C.A.S.5 and I thought, ‘well then there’s at least four other C.A.S. units out and about in the world’ leading to this being the end result! It was a lot of fun to come up with the different customizations each C.A.S. unit has.

also, the design for C.A.S.4 (Cash) was partially inspired by @mobiitez post.

Doodles:

#somerandomdudelmao #tapakah0 #my art #Dystopia au #Mob’s character design session #cass fanart tag #i think #I’m probably not going to make more C.A.S. bots but just know C.A.S.7 or Cast is bird based (not sure which bird yet) and blue for my sis #small detail but on Cass there’s broken wires on the back of their head so I decided that they used to connect to the body #Cash hates Castle while Castle is indifferent unless Cash tries to steal from her #Case is vibing with the farm life and making up little tunes #Cazz is a cross between the crazy old cat lady and a backwoods cryptid - they will stare at you from the shadowed depths of the scrap yard #while making commentary to the parts they keep for themselves and of those parts Benji is the favorite #Battery packs for C.A.S. units attach to the things that stick out their backs for the wires - except Cazz who made some internal modificat #No one knows exactly how since the mods are a chaotic hodgepodge of patchwork but they somehow work #Had a lot of fun watching others make stuff for the impromptu dystopia au the vibes of the world were awesome #Technically fanart #so yeah #enjoy!

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lilpomfriend · 10 months

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#shivering in her boots rn #moogles got that cryptid energy yknow #like they got powers over the undeath #based on that iconic mushroom post #gposers #pohli #ffxiv memes #moogle #moogle memes #ffxiv moogle #ffxiv oc

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askticcitobyshit · 1 month

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((wanted to redraw an outfit meme I did back in 2018/2019))

#can you tell this is my first attempt drawing perspective LMAO #I was originally gonna only write “Cryptid” and “Proxy” OR “Spayed” and “Neutered” (based off my roommate's shirts)#but a moot convinced me to do both LMAO #I liked the idea of spay/neutered bc Chev is infertile and Toby was sterilized #there was a popular headcanon a LONG time ago that slendy sterilizes his proxies #and yes Toby has a leash #he's not friendly and will bite if not restrained :'(#ticci toby #creepypasta #toby rogers #toby rogers fanart #chevonne rojas #chev #chain bridge crawler #wafflefries #waffle fries

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faeriekit · 9 months

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Health and Hybrids (VI)👽👻💚

[I can't remember the original prompt posters for the life of me but here's a mashup between a cryptid!Danny, presumed-alien!Danny, dp x dc, and whatever prompt made the one body horror meat grinder fic.]

PART ONE is here PART TWO is here PART THREE is here PART FOUR is here and PART FIVE is here and this is part six💚 Ao3 Is here for all parts

Where we last left off... Danny and Bart are bros now. The Speedsters chat about the horribly injured entity their kid has decided is like a...pet? Theydk?

Trigger warnings for this story: body horror | gore | post-dissection fic | dehumanization (probably) | my awful attempts at following DC canon. On with the show.

💚👻👽👻💚

Danny wakes up to an unbridled wave of nostopdon’t.

…He rouses. His lungs flutter.

Danny flinches.

There’s something— it’s large and it’s green in a way that humans are not and it’s taller and wider than Danny’s human and the space it makes in Danny’s senses—

The red human Danny is too attached to now buzzes to his bedside, spilling worrywor/rynerv/ous all over Danny’s section of this abandoned hospital. His muscles tighten up to compensate; and when the green not-human adult gets closer, Danny pushes himself forward on his elbows— closer to his vibrating human, closer to a defensive formation.

The green thing moves and Danny can’t see the gesture. He bristles.

And then

Danny’s skull spl

its

down the middle.

Everything hurts and everything is on fire.

Danny screams.

And he screams.

And—

Danny isn’t moving— everything else moves when Danny screams but he isn’t moving— the fast human has gotten even faster and they’re zooming through the building, through rooms and past adult humans that Danny has never seen, and all Danny can do is sink his claws into the human and hope that it stays. That Danny stays. In its arms, and not next to— that.

The fast-buzzing human finds a dark room.

It shoves Danny and itself inside. Good.

They hide.

Even better.

Someone comes to the door, and Danny can feel the frigid heat of a blast forming in his fingers. But it’s only two of the humans Danny has already met. And another young human.

This one has light hair, he thinks. It shines in the light spreading out from the cracked doorway.

They talk and they don’t crowd his space but to be honest Danny would rather they did. There’s something horrible out there, and he knows these humans aren’t that bad and whatever green thing out there certainly is. They should all be safe in this nice dark room.

He makes a grabby hand. Come here. Get closer.

…One of them does. Great! Danny gently bats at it with his knuckles until it joins them underneath the table. Danny puts the buzzing human in front of him and his new human behind him, so that he’s in the middle. There’s layers now. They can’t all get wiped out at once.

Danny makes grabby hands at the other. It makes a huffy sort of vibration. Probably a laugh. Stupid. Doesn’t it notice that they’re in danger??

Danny whips a very sharp comehererightnowbetween them— not lashing, but not gentle. They are in danger. Come here.

Thankfully, the last two obey—Danny’s pretty sure he’s being humored, but that doesn’t matter. Not as long as they’re all under the table. And safe.

The buzzing human’s anxious vibrations slowly move out into a slower, calmer boredom, and that’s fine, because boredom means that it doesn’t think they’re in danger. No one has found them yet and the humans are twitchy and nervous.

One of the darker-dressed humans says something. Danny can’t tell what it says, exactly, but he can turn his head to listen. The words flow around him like water. Someone else murmurs something else.

A human hand bats at Danny’s. Danny flinches. It—is it fighting?? Are they fighting??

They don’t start…hitting. But they keep batting at Danny’s hands, very carefully avoiding his claws, and—oh. They want to play. And they probably want to play quietly, so they’re being smart about not getting caught. Ugh. If Danny had his toys, they wouldn’t be so bored. This is almost worse than boredom.

…Fine. Danny’s claws don’t exactly retract like an animal’s, but they’re not so essential to his being that they’re formed and present all the time. The sharp shapes of his claws shift in the darkness, until they’re only blunt nails: suitable for playing.

All the humans make very excited noises under their breath. It’s all very interesting or something. It can’t be that special. Danny sees other ghosts reshape little bits of themselves all the time.

The quiet human in red gently lifts up Danny’s hands with its own. It gently tosses Danny’s hands in the air, so that they clap together very quietly once they fall down onto its own. Danny lets it happen. They’re this close to him anyway. They’re probably not a threat.

(The real threat is outside, anyway.)

Then his hands get flipped over. The human gently bats its hands against Danny’s, extremely careful not to anger him enough to claw. They do this a couple times before Danny figures the game out.

Oh. It’s a hand game—Danny even knows this one. It’s Ms. Mary Mack. The quiet one whispers the right tune under its breath.

Once Danny knows it, it’s easy to gently follow the motions. He surprises them when he knows the motions as well as they do; his wrists hurt when he goes too fast, or when the human kids do—when they push too hard, Danny makes himself intangible, to their delight—but he can be gentle, and eventually everyone else is gentle, and they carefully plot out Mrs. Mary Mack and a veeeery slow version of Concentration.

It’s all very fun, right up until the Large Green Not-Human pushes itself through the floor.

Danny pulls his hands back, unsheathes his claws, and shrieks.

Everyone yells and everyone gets closer—it’s a defensive formation and that’s good but it’s not enough if he needs space to help defend them—and everything is loud and upsetting and Danny’s already hurt but he can fight and he will—

—Apology, Apology— something whispers, infinitely quieter than the attack Danny had suffered.

He bolts upright. What? Oh, oh no. It wants to talk to him. Danny does not want to talk back. NonononoGoAWAY.

The giant green thing backs off. Danny gets a distinct sensation of —Questions, Answers— sent to him. The feeling is accompanied by a procession of Danny’s own memories: the stars from the base, the container he’d woken up in, his bed nest and all the waste in it.

Danny winces further back under the table. Just because he likes his cot and feels safe in it doesn't mean it isn't gross. It is gross. But everything is going to be gross until all of his insides are actually inside of him again, and not squished up in his more liquid form.

The quickfasthuman darts in front of Danny, as if it is going to be any defense against whatever this creature is, and starts yelling in its little human voice. Danny keens.

—Care, Concern— flows towards him. With it comes Danny’s memories of the buzzing human bandaging him, a flesh-tone bandage stretching across the hole where more of his nose ought to be.

…Danny stills. It’s. That’s.

It’s a very gentle emotion. Maybe the thing is…lying…? But if it was, Danny would be able to feel it. Right?

There are more thoughts and feelings that come by, first very quietly and softly, and then a little too fast to track as the being get ahead of itself. When Danny pulls away, it slows down, and the flow becomes manageable again.

The Earth. Green and peaceful.

Space. —Home. Home—

This base that Danny is on. On it are faces that the green being can see, that Danny can’t— but in its memory it shares, all of them are welcoming and friendly with…their coworker. This being.

(Is this an alien?!)

(The being pauses in its recollection. It feels distinctly —Amused, Amused—. And then Danny gets space memories!! Of Mars!!!)

He carefully eases his claws out of the carpet. Okay. This is pretty cool. Danny’s getting the hang of this.

He (thinks? Successfully?) bounces back a memory of his first room, his first shuttle model of the Atlantis, the glow in the dark stars on his ceiling.

The alien (Alien!!!) treats him to a memory of his own offsprings’ resting places in his home. On Mars.

Danny doesn’t even argue when his buzzing human tries to pick him up. They can break formation. It’s fine. Danny purrs and purrs with his core. For the first time in months and months, someone can speak to him properly. Someone wants to speak to him.

What Danny thinks matters.

The stranger invites Danny into a mutual conversation, and Danny accepts.

Danny sinks himself into a memory of the earth, as seen from the upper atmosphere. The stars were all-encompassing there. He misses flying.

The Martian sends him a memory of a crashed…

…Oh. Danny squeezes further under the table. That’s the Specter Speeder. From the stranger's eyes, his crash into the dirt looks so bad. That’s…that crash hurt him. He’s still hurt. Still so bad.

Even the alien’s —Concern, Fear, Worry— isn’t a comfort.

The Martian replays the memory of the bandaids again. And then a new memory: the laboratory where Danny woke up.

The room was full of nervous humans in scrubs and lab coats, all of whom were nervous, nervous, fussing over problems like safe food and adequate oxygen and sanitary environment and please, please be okay. Danny’s empathy is limited to other empathetic beings, but the humans' thoughts and worried faces are bare and transparently clear to the alien.

…Oh.

Danny thinks of the young humans crowded around him, trying to keep him comfortable and safe, even when the alien knows that the humans know that he isn’t a threat. But that they worry for Danny anyway, because he’s scared and unhappy and in pain.

Oh, Danny thinks. …Oh.

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critter-wizard · 4 months

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. abandoned .

#fantasy january #this one is based off an old watercolour illustration of mine :)#mothman #cryptids #digital illustration #grimm art #artists on tumblr

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happystarzarchive · 4 months

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happy early 2024 heres some gay shit as per usual :o)))))))) ending was a bit rushed but . thog dont care

#the world of mr plant #twomp #plargos #eye love you #my art #this year i brought you gay cryptid art . next year ? even fucking more gay cryptid art #sorry if this is ooc at all im tired and this comic came 2 me in a vision #BIT AT THE END WAS BASED ON TGAT ONE HC THAT MR PLANT ONLY LIKES PHYSICAL TOUCH IF HES THE ONE INITIATING IT #ITS . SUCH A REAL ASS HC . ILLNEVER GET OVER IT

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craneworms · 3 months

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listen listen,, sanuso childhood friends au but usopp is a forest cryptid instead.

sanji grows up hearing whispers about germa’s forest. it’s haunted, with whispering voices on the wind, trees that seem to trap you there like a maze and other miscellaneous strange happenings. cutting trees down is almost as impossible as camping there — with axes going missing when you turn your back and fires suddenly blowing out even when there isn’t any wind. animals seem to become uncharacteristically aggressive to anyone who sets foot into it.

While it should disturb sanji, it only makes him curious, especially when he’s gifted a book from his mother about strange, magical creatures that live beside them, just out of sight. and one day, after a particularly bad day of training, he goes into the forest. but, instead of being trapped in there or mauled by wild animals, the forest seems to invite him in. animals brush leisurely against him, seemingly watching him, and the wind brushes against him like a gentle kiss.

and so he finds his escape in the forest, surrounded by the animals and blooming nature (the only part of germa that isn’t made up of harsh cobblestone and architecture, really) and sometimes even finds himself talking to the strangely kind animals about anything and everything. sometimes, he feels like he’s being watched by the forest itself, some kind of presence far heavier and larger than the animals around him. it should scare him, that there is some unknown presence watching him, but it makes him feel strangely calm, protected even.

and then one day, he meets a strange boy (creature?) with large antlers protruding from his head that knock against the branches and trees when he walks, moss and leaves growing from his body and dark skin that looks almost like tree bark when close enough. the animals that sanji was sitting with seem to swarm to him, birds landing on his antlers and chirping happily and small deer foal stumbling around him, and sanji is enraptured.

usopp, as he soon learns he’s called, is nothing like the magical creatures from his book. he’s powerful, having almost full control of the whole forest; fun, with the tales he weaves so vivid that they could come to life and the first person sanji can call his friend.

when he has time to sneak off to meet usopp he does. knowing that his friend wouldn’t let anyone with any ill will towards the forest (and now him) get anywhere close to where they are makes him feel safe. it gives him an escape, away from germa and his father, away from everything. there, he’s just sanji. sanji who’s usopp’s best friend, sanji who can be himself, talk about his dreams of finding the all blue and his interest in cooking without any judgement. in turn, sanji tells usopp stories of places outside of the forest. although he doesn’t know much more than germa’s walls, he’s heard stories from his mother, read books about the wider world and even seen a few islands when germa docks at them. usopp is particularly enthralled by the idea of pirates, even claims that one day he will become one, and sanji promises to be his first mate.

it’s hard when sanji is locked away, even more than in canon, because now the one person and place he considers safe has also been ripped away from him. and usopp has never left the forest but, maybe when he realises that sanji isn’t returning, usopp gathers up the small dregs of his bravery and ventures out. it’s a scary ordeal, he’s been taught to never leave the forest, it’s apart of his instincts to stay hidden in the forest where he can watch and protect it. but, he does it anyway. he searches and searches but there’s no sign of sanji. so he searches day after day, worrying for his friend, waiting for a sign that he’s alive.

and one day he does find him. he’s frantic and more than a little worn looking, but he’s mostly fine. physically wise, anyway. he’s talking about escaping germa, escaping everything, and asks usopp to come with him. and, against his better judgment and pretty much everything he knows, usopp agrees.

so, they sail on the orbit together for a handful of years, sanji as a trainee chef and usopp as something like a cabin boy (and as the orbit’s local ghost story usually used to scare of particularly annoying guests). they have fun, more fun then ever before, with the ocean’s cradle and the whole world beneath their feet. usopp takes on a mostly human appearance, covering most of the lush moss and leaves with clothes and keeping out of guest’s eyesight. he can’t get rid of the antlers, but has learned to shrink them to a manageable size. sanji enjoys it somewhat, it almost feels like usopp is his secret, even if all of the staff know about him. he would probably enjoy it a whole lot more is usopp wasn’t so worried about being spotted though, it worries him too.

the staff on the orbit quite like usopp, strangeness aside. he gives of a strange aura that can scare anyone troublesome off, and the occasional reports from guests about him eventually become amusing. besides, he has a knack for animals, and sometimes manages to save them a few berri by distracting the news coo. and he somehow keeps the produce fresh. they keep him out of sight of the guests as best as they can, if only because they notice how jumpy they make him.

for a while, everything seems right. and then the orbit is attacked by zeff. the storm. the orbit sinks. and then sanji and usopp are separated.

they worry about each other, of course. they are desperate to find each other for a long time. but with the whole ocean between them, the ocean that was once an ally to their friendship, and uncountable islands, they have no idea how to even begin to look for each other.

and then in the future, when they’ve both pretty much accepted that they will probably never see each other again, they do. the straw hats help usopp at syrup village, where he had found himself after the orbit’s wreck and resided at for the last nine years. usopp joins the strawhats as their sniper (and it’s only partly because luffy finds usopp’s slightly inhuman looks cool!) and eventually finds himself at the baratie. when he arrives there, sanji sees him with the rest of the strawhats and is shocked, to say the least.

usopp looks a lot different from when they were children, human looking for the most part, and sanji looks different too, features matured and grown out but noticeably happier than usopp remembers.but, in the ways that matter, they are still the same.

usopp still weaves magical tales and can enrapture just about anyone with his words; still has that strange presence and distinct smell about him, like fresh rain and wet bark and sunshine, that comforts sanji just as much as it did when he was a shaking, scared child. sanji still talks of the all blue with that childlike wonder in his eyes, the wonder that inspired usopp to leave his forest in the first place; sanji is still just as wonderful and interesting as usopp remembers. they are still just the same, able to understand each other with just a look, despite all the time apart and all of their differences.

#one piece #usosan #sanuso #sanji #black leg sanji #usopp #god usopp #sanji x usopp #usopp x sanji #i love cryptids of all shapes and sizes #usopp is specifically based off a leshy here #and sanji in this au is probably so protective over usopp like in canon because he wants to return the favour #usopp make sanji feel safe when he needed it most so sanji will do the same for usopp now that he needs it

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