#let him be. a cryptid

[puppetmaster13u]

Hear me out: Demon Batfam but Bruce gets them as babies because people won't stop trying to sacrifice their children and he is So Tired

And it is semi-early Batman Bruce too.

#my art #demon batfam #batman au #fuck ur bullshit (found familys ur monsters) project #dc #dcu #batman #battinson #cryptid batfam #cryptid batfamily #cryptid batman #demons #baby batkids #cassandra cain #dick grayson #jason todd #duke thomas #tim drake #stephanie brown #random thing but their skin all looks corpse-like and blue-tinted #it's gotham is anyone surprised #sketch #because i didn't color it or anything lol #let him sleep

[faeriekit]

Health and Hybrids 👽👻💚

[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.]

[Here's part one or whatever. If I feel like making more I'll make more and/or post it to ao333333.]

💚👻👽👻💚

The world is on fire, and Danny is burning.

The GAV is in shreds; wherever he’s crashed, there’s no way to determine up or down. He’s entombed in wreckage. Everything is on fire and everything burns, and it takes Danny all his strength to peel himself from where he’s contorted around the driver’s seat chair, to drag himself through the twisted metal and shards of glass with nothing but his hands and his tears.

He hurts.

It hurts so badly.

He crawls, because he can’t tell if he has legs or a tail right now, and is too afraid to find out he can’t walk by injuring one of his legs permanently. It’s hard to see through the smoke and the tears. He can’t breathe. He couldn’t breathe even if he wanted to.

There are instincts unique to being dead. Danny can’t tell up or down, and he can’t tell where he is or remember how he got here, but his core tugs him towards somewhere dark. Somewhere cool. Somewhere enclosed, even—even better, so Danny can curl up and sob in peace.

Danny wedges himself into a dark corner, curls himself up as much as he can, and lets himself drop into his core.

*

Something is touching him somethingistouchinghimsomethingistouchinghim—

Danny pops out of his core with a scream. No words. No coherency. Everything hurts, and all he can do is scream.

Someone is touching him. The thing touching him is body-shaped. Human-shaped. Danny screams higher, louder—some part of his hindbrain knows that if he screams for real then there won’t be a human but there will be guts and gore and blood, but Danny’s too tired to scream for real, and too weak. His scream is only enough to send the human sprawling back instead.

More humans take the place of the first. Danny keens, fights back a sob—when another tries to rouse him from his hiding spot with an exposed hand, Danny flashes his teeth.

The human flinches, but doesn’t go away.

Danny feigns a fanged bite. The figure jumps back. Good.

He’s too weak to run. He’s too weak to walk through the walls of his hiding spot and dart away. His visibility flickers—probably how a human found him in the first place. He’s so tired. Everything hurts. But if he looks dangerous and acts dangerous, maybe they’ll leave him alone. They have to leave him alone.

Please, please leave him alone.

They don’t.

There’s something in his face. Danny doesn’t recognize the shape immediately, but eventually something clicks: a loop on a stick is a catchpole. The strangers are trying to capture him.

He’s so afraid of something else around his neck. His whole body racks with shivers. He can’t run. He can’t bite. Please, please, please—

It doesn’t latch to his hand. It latches to his wrist.

Danny is only peripherally aware of being dragged onto his knees, of being dragged into a container. By the time the doors shut in around him, his mind is empty of anything that isn’t fear and pain, pain, pain.

He drops into his core.

*

Danny wakes up in a container.

It’s not the same container. But all containers are the same.

Danny screams. The soundwaves vibrate the glass until it shakes, slamming against the floor until cracks form in the concrete beneath him.

Still, no cracks form in the container. When he wails a second time, there’s no strength behind it. He just sobs.

He’s alone. He’s alone and he’s contained and no one is coming to get him. His transportation is in pieces. He’s injured and he’s scared. He’s so scared. Everything hurts. He wants to hide in his core and he wants to run away and he wants to slither through the wall and he doesn’t have the energy into any of it.

Danny curls up in a corner, hopes he’s left alone—or better, released—and hides.

He doesn’t know how much time passes before he hears a click.

…But he hears a click. Danny peeks open an eye.

There’s…food. He thinks it’s food, anyway. Oatmeal? It’s in a bowl and it’s beige and it’s on a tray on the ground.

Danny sniffs. …The last captors hadn’t offered him food. They hadn’t thought he’d had needs, or that they ought to feed him.

It’s a miserable, aching feeling when he thinks this is a step up.

There’s a flimsy plastic spoon on the tray. When Danny jumps on the bowl, devouring the contents as quickly as his body will let him, the spoon goes down the hatch with the gruel.

Danny falls back asleep in the far corner of the container miserable, cold, in pain, and injured. But he falls asleep full.

It’s a luxury to not be hungry.

*

There’s a click.

Danny ignores it. He’s not hungry. He’s sleepy. His body is trying to conserve calories and metabolize new ones. He doesn’t want to wake up.

The oatmeal goes uneaten.

*

There’s a click. Danny’s eyes crack open.

Apparently he��s been asleep for a while, because there are three bowls of uneaten oatmeal on the ground, waiting for him. All are in varying stages of crusting over.

Whatever. Free food. Danny wolfs it down anyway, and tucks himself back into his corner. He’s almost him-shaped again. His human traits are slowly returning, cell by cell, piece by piece. He can almost feel the fractures he knows he’ll have in his legs!

…Wait. Wasn’t his container opaque?

It’s…not anymore. The walls are clear. Danny can see—or, well, until he gets his eyes back, can sort of feel—the room around him, and the trace presences of the beings who occupy it.

It’s a lab. Danny knew it would be, but his core still drops down, down down. He had been praying he’d never see a live specimen lab ever again. He certainly hadn’t wanted to see yet another one from inside the cage.

Humans come and go from the lab. Most are in white coats and pants, but they’re not GIW. Or, well, they’re probably not GIW, anyway, considering that they’ve been feeding him. The guys in white never think of his needs, since they don’t care if he Ends or not. There are monitors that fuzz and warp in his not-vision with details he can’t make out on screen, but knows instinctively that the monitors pertain to him.

And to his capture.

There are some visitors in odd colored suits. They talk. The colorful ones don’t approach him, but they…watch.

No one approaches. Good. Danny will bite them if they do.

With the see-through window, Danny can see the bright-suited blob shove a tray of food through a slot in his container.

It doesn’t fall to the floor, though. There’s a little mechanical thing that brings the oatmeal and flimsy spoon to a safe rest on the steel floor.

…Alright. Bone appetite. Danny’s hungry, and food is food. He pours most of the bowl straight into his stretched mouth and scrapes the rest in with a spoon.

More of his wounds are sealing. Healing. His core doesn’t throb so horribly with pain. The cracks in his soul are smoothing out. With consistent food and rest, Danny will be able to actually mount an escape.

Good. Danny licks the flecks of meal from the edges of his mouth. Good.

When he naps, this time, it’s on purpose.

Soon he’ll be healed enough to leave.

*

The clear window doesn’t go away. Danny’s poor sight doesn’t improve, but he can see people come and go. Danny’s never truly left alone. There is always at least one brightly-colored human around (or one dark, silent human), and an assortment of white-coated scientists milling about.

The clear window lets them see him, presumably. If Danny wants to escape, he’ll have to be careful not to be seen.

Quietly, so quietly. Danny slo-o-o-owly amps up the resonance of his core.

There are cameras. There must be. There are always cameras. Disrupting the electrical flow in and around his container is essential to getting himself out of sight.

The lights flicker. The human milling about all flock to monitors, silent voices coming muffled through the see-though walls of the container. Danny reels in his resonance just a touch—whoops.

But no one is looking.

Something twinges in Danny. Well…no one is looking.

Very, very quietly, Danny peels a relatively safe amount of ectoplasm away from his core. A Danny-shaped shadow forms, and, yeesh, does he really look that bad?

Whatever. There’s no time.

Danny turns himself invisible. He slips through the walls of his container, and leaves the lab to explore the base.

#the JL: uh. what the hell is this #the JL: I guess we can...it looks vaguely humanoid? Should we assume it's sentient? Let's get it to medbay— AH IT'S GONNA BITE ME #JL: Feral Baby Jail. STAT. #another Everyone in DP Is Dead Or Otherwise Inaccessible AU™ #dp x dc #dpxdc #danny phantom #dcu #dcu crossover #cryptid!au #tw injury #tw medical #I guess #There are VERY enthusiastic doctors on hand at all time WAITING to slap a bandaid on him as soon as they figure out communication #in the meantime #allergen friendly nutrient gruel it is baby!

[gummybearstastelikesadness]

Danny’s in Gotham living as a regular civilian or even just a literal tourist.

He’s out late after getting a burger from Batburger and in an attempt to get back to where he’s staying faster he cuts through a few alley ways with some help from his powers to stay safe.

One of the bat fam hears something from an empty looking alley and shines a flashlight in it, directly into the face of a exhausted looking teenager.

Danny, because high powered light in the eyes hurt, hisses in pain, and then runs away after seeing who just attempted to blind him. Because they’re a Bat and Danny really doesn’t want to deal with Batman.

The next morning the GPD issues a warning about a suspected vampire with a described appearance that matches Danny’s a bit too much.

Danny may have forgotten his eyes shine like a cats and that the red Batburger sauce ended up on his shirt… and that he has fangs.

#danny phantom #dp #dp x dc #dc x dp #danny fenton #batfam #batman #Danny Fenton your local teenage cryptid that can never catch a break #oh poor Gordon. that’s the wrong supernatural entity. #Danny’s just minding his business after the announcement when a bunch of cloaked figures walk up to him and start yelling at him about #letting the bats know about Gothams active vampire population. just ranting at him. #meanwhile Danny’s just wondering how he got into this mess. and how to explain to a literal vampire that he’s not one. #Vampire that tries Danny’s blood: *coughing* Why is it spicy? #Batburger as a plot device my beloved #dp prompt

[sapphicseasapphire]

Lil sketches

Fear him.

#the legend of zelda #my art #fanart #chain as cryptids au #cac art #i love the bird boy #Time’s RIGHT to be afraid of him #and he’s right to be afraid of Time #still prepping for my fic #sketching to get my brain working #but I’ve had these ideas since I started this au let’s be honest #just. planning. details. writing it out. making concept art #most importantly vibing #cryptid sky #links meet au

[sleepless-in-starbucks]

thinkin about all the ways that xenk and edgin parallel/complement each other

like. theyve both suffered terrible loss. edgin's is what drove him away from the harpers and 'doing the right thing'. xenk's is what drove him towards that very thing. edgin found a family despite his loss. every time we see xenk, he is doing his work alone. edgin and his family defeated the same evil that tore xenk from his. xenk brings to justice the man who nearly tore edgin's family apart. they are different sides of the same coin do you see

#and they love each other <3 #xedgin #u dont actually have to read this as ship but u see *I* am and it's my post so #xenk yendar #edgin darvis #dd:hat #the cryptid speaks #i just think they're neat dot meme #ESPECIALLY when u get into the fanon side of their dynamics #like there's so much u can do with them #xenk's found ways to healthily live with his grief? he can help edgin do the same #xenk's using his oath as a paladin as a distraction from that grief and is still mourning much like edgin? they can help each other #xenk is actually lonely as hell and maybe kinda needs to let himself have a new family? well edgin's crew likes him dont they #edgin's got some Complexes about if he could really be considered a 'good guy' after everything? xenk believes in him #i can go on but u get the gist #like again this doesnt even have to be ship just . they are similar u understand . they are good for each other

[eyyman]

he thinks he's doing it right

@squidinu

#this guy smokes a fat blunt lets go but hes not actually smoking it dont tell him though #cryptid #cryptid crush #mike

[monoshii-wasu]

"Now, isn't this an interesting development?"

#da boss man #lets goooo #my dear hatchet man #mdhm #my dear hatchet man boss #cryptid road sign #mdhm boss #does he pass the smexi-ness vibe check? #he looks angry #wonder who pissed him off?

[evermorethecrow]

https://www.tumblr.com/evermorethecrow/738989448281358336/crychu-is-homophobic-btw?source=share

crychu are you /j or /srs !!!!!!

"thank you for your question!!!!"

#first answer of many lets go #sorry guys hes problematic #bsd #bungo stray dogs #chuuyabsd #bsd art #bungo stray dogs manga #i love him #my corrupt art #chuuya #bungou stray dogs #chuuya bsd #bsd chuuya #chuuya au #cryptid chuuya au #cryptid chuuya #crychu asks

[cryptidafter]

Lan "I don't give a fuck about anyone or anything except my husband" Wangji...becomes the head of cultivation society?

I know censorship wouldn't allow LWJ and WWX to go have their post-temple tumble in the bushes but there had to be a better decision than that.

#cryptid’s thoughts #he's a worse choice than NHS lol #(sorry but if you expect me to believe either of them would care enough to want all that responsibility...I need some compelling evidence) #yes LWJ 'goes where the chaos is' but that's exactly why he would hate dealing with tedious meetings and politics #he does not care what the other sects do so long as it doesn't interrupt his sexy times with wwx lol #there's a reason LXC is sect leader even beyond him being the eldest #he handles the whole social niceties part a lot better than LWJ #(no I'm not suggesting he should be Chief Cultivator either he's been through ENOUGH. Let that man rest)

[4ndeka]

dbd Killer design commission for @greedykiwi​  ! He is totem themed, has many names, and is kept alive by hex curses! :3

(additional doodle because I love him)

#i wonder whats in his book #commission #dbd oc #dead by daylight oc #hex totem #killer #cryptid #ram skull #monster #horror #i would let him carve me up with his sacrificial dagger XD #use my bones boy

[lavenoon]

The gang's all here! And Lambert. Sorry, Lambert.

@naffeclipse at this point I'm not even drawing predictions, I'm drawing "So I know what's gonna happen is gonna hurt, but what if I make them hurt in a different way?"

#post let luce #dcamv #cryptid sightings #cryptid sightings spoilers #cryptid!sun #cryptid!moon #fnaf vanessa #look lambert doesnt mix well with Y/N but as a character I kinda like him #let him at least talk to them a lil more before his inevitable demise #was SO ready for him to already be done during that fight #but of course that wouldve meant we miss out on all that beautiful tension :) #im so very normal #by now i have memorized both Y/N's and his employee numbers #41296 and 19151 #why? bc i thought “im not gonna memorize those” and unintentionally reverse psychologied myself #i did pull a Y/N I drew this with a slight fever so im gonna go back to bed now gn #my art

[puppetmaster13u]

Cryptid Batfam Prompt- But in Memes

#batman au #batman #dc #dcu #prompts #cryptid batman #cryptid batfam #cryptid batfamily #batfam prompts #batfamily #batfam #batfam shenanigans #Let them be Creachur #Or even just really good at pretending to be Creachur #Maybe they were once human but the power of belief did some shit #Maybe they're just feral people even for gothamites who would tell god to fuck off to his face & try to bite him #I need you to know that I am picturing Battinson for Bruce lol #The bats bite #Maybe they have wings 'Loading & Aspect Ratio' style lol #Maybe they literally have wings #Maybe it's just capes no one knows #memes

[draconicpotato]

#I'll probably switch back to the Cyrus cryptid photo eventually #If only they let us take pictures with the pokemon too. I could catboy him. Who said that? #Speaking of catboys I hope they add Saturn... at all at this point. I miss him #pokemas #volo pokemon #cyrus pokemon #archer pokemon #geeta pokemon #penny pokemon #giovanni pokemon #subordinateshipping #Yup. That goes there. Weezerposting in the ship tag

[sapphicseasapphire]

I’ve hurt him enough, have some drawings of Cryptid Sky being happy.

A smile that must be protected.

Also big brother Pipit.

Silly goofies now that finals are done haha!

#my art #fanart #the legend of zelda #chain as cryptids au #loz skyward sword #Pipit #i love the bird boy #let him be happy for once #context? if you ask for it I guess #silly goofy #CAC art #cryptid sky #links meet au

[corrodedcoughin]

90s au where stobin and Gareth and Eddie meet at a bar. How do they meet? Arguing over the bar’s sonic the hedgehog game. For months the two pairs have been playing it separate nights. Eddie and Gareth on Fridays (usually they have gigs on Saturdays) Steve and Robin on Saturdays (the Official start of their Saturdays nights). Both pairs unknowingly having vendettas against each other for the leader board (never the top spot, they accept they aren’t that good and it’s always headed by some guy called jargyle<3)

Anyway one weekend corroded coffin have a gig on a Friday so gareth and Eddie decide to keep their tradition alive but move it along to Saturday. They arrive at their usual time and set up shop at the game, quickly devolving into their routine of each others nicknames, Eddie being Sonic and Gareth being Tails. They are getting In The Zone when Steve and Robin arrive, absolutely OUTRAGED that somebody is at THEIR game and not only that! They’ve stolen THEIR names, Steve is Sonic, Robin is Tails. They plant themselves in a booth and order drinks, ready to pounce on the machine as soon as those two imposters move.

Only they end up maybe drinking more than expected, possibly riling each other up to the point of storming over to the two guys because how dare they steal Steve and Robins Saturday night ritual?! Their names! Maybe even their high score!

Gareth and Eddie are heading towards drunk themselves, losing more money to the machine than they can justify and over the top celebrating when they clear a level. Which is when Robin taps Eddie on the shoulder, spinning him round to explain Just How Rude he’s being with Gareth standing just behind Eddie’s shoulder, sipping his beer and squinting at Steve who is giving Scary Dog behind Robin. Gareth is maybe further gone than he realises because in the middle of Robin’s speech (which is very eloquent and impressive he must admit) he’s whisper shouting in Eddie’s ear ‘hey dude major hottie behind the cool lesbian. Want me to wing man you?’

And Eddie? Eddie slides his eyes over to ‘major hottie’ who happens to have the fluffiest hair and sharpest jawline he’s ever seen and whisper shouts back to Gareth because he too, is more drunk than he possibly wants to admit, ‘oh my god he’s so hot man, I think he might be a meringue. Menagerie? Mirage!’ And goes to extend a hand towards Steve.

Robin, now slightly endeared from being noted as a cool lesbian, turns to look at Steve who has his Loverboy Game Face on and figures she can swing this display of bad flirting into an opportunity to get her Saturday Night Ritual back on track. Nothing is getting in the way of her playing Sonic with Steve, it might just be a little detoured along the way.

#Gareth is in awe of lesbian swag and Robin appreciates him for it #(he has Exponential Tboy Swag) #this was originally going to be stobin and Gareth and Eddie shouting about how they are the REAL tails and sonic and the other couple are #FAKES #but I couldn’t figure it out #there’s also another version where Steddie argue over who is sonic and who gets Dustin as their tails #then shadow the hedgehog appears and Eddie demands he’s shadow #ALSO IMPORTANT Gareth and Eddie’s name is MothBoys 2 me #freak and Jeff enjoy their stories but have their own jersey devil band. sometimes cc break into the separate bands during #a gig. this is called Crytid Communications and have a small but enthusiastic cult following #Robin gets called in to play trumpet from time to time and she gets to be whatever cryptid she desires #this is more of my own cc lore sorry #also you’d think I was a sonic Stan. No I just used to watch let’s plays for anything to relax and recently got back into it #this is stupid sorry my dudes #genuine question how are we all? #I haven’t asked since I came back. catch me up on y anything you desire!!! I missed being here!!! #don’t worry it wasn’t a noticeable absence I don’t expect anyway to have noticed lol BYE #gotta go fast #stranger things #eddie munson #steddie #steve harrington #platonic soulmates stobin #stobin #gareth stranger things

[milimeters-morales]

ACAU Miles doesn’t like thinking of Aaron being the Prowler (i’ve decided he figures it out in year two, but doesn’t tell anyone about it) because he doesn’t like that Aaron is doing bad shit and lying about it, and a smaller part of him doesn’t ever want to consider that Aaron and Peter are remotely similar right now, but he sort of… like, he starts to believe “playing favorites is fine when it comes to family” and doesn’t give any hints to anyone about his uncle being the Prowler, when he hears about what the Prowler’s done some nights he’ll brush it off and make himself forget a few days later, and if it sticks with him he tries to convince himself he’s jumping to conclusions and Aaron surely had his reasons. If he accepts that his uncle is capable of this evil, that means he’d have to tell people, and that would no doubt get Aaron taken away from him, and would send him (and his possible sister) into the system. Besides, his uncle is just trying to provide for them the best way he knows how, and life isn’t fair anyways, why ruin what he’s got? Why does he have to be the one to be good all the time, why can’t the adults just know without his intervention, why can’t he just sit back and let them do whatever they want? Especially since it’s not really negatively affecting him. He’s got a roof over his head, always has food, a warm bed, and a loving guardian, soooo… 🤷🏾‍♂️

#miles when something bad doesn’t happen immediately: surely this also means nothing bad will ever happen. because aaron won’t let it. #sure he sees other people doing the same thing as bad. but his uncle? nah man you’ve got it all wrong. his uncle loves him so much that’s+ #why he’s doing this. yeah it MIGHT be bad but who’s the say. oh so now you’re bringing the LAW into this conversation? what are you. a cop? #i like to think that miles would be like the ‘my dad can whoop your dad’s ass’ but about uncle aaron #miles morales #aaron davis #actual cryptid au #m&m posts