#cryptid danny

[weshney]

Someone. Please. This would be so interesting for Danny.

Original Post here.

#cryptid danny #danny phantom #dp writing prompt #but applied to DANNY #dbkabdksmxb #cryptid au

[completelyandtotalyuneventful]

I love it when phanfics make Danny just like,,, really fucking creepy.

Everyone’s just like “yes this is Danny Fenton our schools local cryptid. He has unnaturally sharp teeth and once turned his head 180 degrees. Sometimes he forgets to breath and doesn’t have a pulse. Whenever you’re around him there’s always a faint noise of static. He interferes with almost all technology and isnt allowed in the computer lab anymore. Whenever you take a picture of him the photo always comes out distorted and his eyes turn bright green. His body is unnaturally cold, and being around him causes the temperature to drop by at least 15 degrees. He also sometimes makes things frost up. Some students think he can teleport as he always disappears and reappears all around the school. He drinks ectoplasm. Whenever he has to pee there’s a ghost attack.”

I need more fics where Danny went from scrawny nerd boy to “this kid is triggering that fear you get when you see something that LOOKS human but is just Wrong in a way you cant explain” and his classmates just decide it doesnt matter because their school gets attacked by ghosts every day so the Fenton kid who has a portal to hell in his basement isnt that important. Most of the time Danny and his weird existence get brought up in brief humor filled conversations, before the subject is dropped entirely.

But sometimes, when a school day is relatively quiet, someone will have an interaction with him that will leave them with this quiet sense of terror, a feeling that Something Is Not Right With This Guy. Sometimes people wonder what happened in that lab accident those months ago that caused Danny to become so fucked up. Sometimes you lock eyes with Fenton and realize his smile is Too Sharp and his skin is Too Pale and his pupils are oddly catlike and are his ears pointed?

But then the next day Danny trips over air and then starts rambling on about NASA, and then the lunch lady starts attacking people again so everyone has bigger things to worry about, and they all just kind of become apathetic to Fentons perpetual oddness until the next time it comes into focus.

TLDR; Danny Fenton is just an absolute creature who triggers a primal survival instinct in his peers but he’s also a complete dork so they just dont care

#danny phantom #danny fenton #phandom #cryptid danny #casper high #he’s creepy as fuck and I love that for him

[noxposting]

Another year, another @phandomholidaytruce ✨

Merry crisler @datawyrms ! Hope you like it!! It's also on AO3 with an extra chapter

Something's Wrong with Danny Fenton

The realization that something was seriously wrong was like falling asleep; slowly, and then all at once.

There had been no catalyst, no trigger to speak of.

Miss Jones had been sick and, this late into the school year, they hadn't bothered to provide a replacement. Most of the class hadn't even bothered showing up anyway; with finals so close, they were either asleep of studying.

Cal would have done the same, was it not for the absolute chaos at home. The twins were off school for the summer already, and they made sure to make their presence known to every single resident of the house. Usually starting at 6am. Cal didn't feel like he got to choose whether to stay home or not.

This is how he found himself here, sitting in a mostly empty classroom, gaze unfocused as he soaked in the rare moments of quiet. In front of him lay an opened biology book, as he lied to himself that he was going to use this time to revise ahead of exams. Instead, the sketch of a duck wearing sunglasses was guiltily staring at him from the page margins.

His gaze had wandered to the window, towards the school-yard of Casper High. Today was a rather rare sunny day; it was early summer, but even during the heart of the hottest season there was a never-ending, persistent chill that seemed to choke the entirety of Amity Park.

Cal, of course, knew exactly where it was coming from.

It was a little bit difficult to live around here and not know about the ghosts.

He pushed his glasses up his nose nervously. He didn't have any particular strong feelings about ghosts, really. He had gotten used to them, in a way. But, truth be told, he was not a fan of the spine-chilling coldness that seeped through everything in their presence and lingered after they were gone. The way the town seemed never to be able to escape this coldness anymore bothered him, but there was not much to do other than suck it up.

Which was why rare days like today were a pleasant, welcome surprise to the locals. He could see his classmates lounging around in the grass outside, soaking up the sunlight like starving sunflowers, and it brought a warm feeling in his chest. Cal was always more of a people watcher, standing in the side and absorbing situations rather than getting involved.

He tried to ignore the tense feeling in his spine that made the hair at the back of his neck stand.

Also, he was studying. He looked down at his book and a second duck that had joined the first and was silently judging him, this time wearing a dapper top hat and a little bow-tie.

There was no haunting chill in this classroom. Right. He didn't want to go out and miss the time to relax.

His let his gaze passively wander around the room. There were only four others in there with him, all in different states of mental non-existence. Eleanor and Sally-Anne were sat opposite each other, heads close over the desk as they gossiped, their whispers providing a subtle background noise through the quiet room. Jonathan (the one with the glasses, not the one in the football team) was focused on the book in front of him and Danny, at the back of the class, looked to have fully dissociated, eyes glazed over. Now wasn't that relatable.

Cal sighed. Suddenly the chair felt a bit stiff, his shoulders a bit tense, so he pulled his arms behind his back in a big stretch. He couldn't help the groan that left his lips as he felt his joints pop. Grabbing the back of his chair, he twisted around -first the right side, then the left- to relieve the tension.

The tension, as if to spite him, stayed.

He got up, cringing at the scraping sound his chair made as it slid back, and he could see on the edge of his vision that his movement had caught the attention of the two girls. When he didn't say anything, they returned to their conversation.

Cal went around his desk towards the window and looked outside, once again marveling at the sunshine and trying to ignore the goosebumps travelling down his arms. He did briefly debate the merits of joining the rest of the glass out in the grass once more, but the peace of the quiet classroom was too tempting for his foggy brain. Still, he didn't feel like sitting in a chair for the next forty minutes. Looking around, he spotted a few unattended markers on the teacher's desk, and paused, a thought forming in his mind.

His fingers were itching with misplaced adrenaline, and he figured what the hell.

Pointedly not allowing any awkward embarrassment to brew, he approached the desk, grabbed the black and green markers and approached the blank class whiteboard.

Cal had always liked to draw. His mom said it's because his hands can't sit still (but she liked it, really, especially when he made her custom-made mother's day cards every year). The twins had no opinion about it, until his sister got her first celebrity crush and begged him to draw the poor guy with cat ears.

No ducks with accessories this time.

She later posted it online with a humble brag about how she had 'finished it really quickly, what do you guys think' but, considering she had barely hit double digits in age, Cal had let it pass.

The validation of elementary kids was not in his radar, exactly.

He never followed any particular theme -his illustrations were usually random, without much thought. He liked letting his mind and hand take him wherever, and that often led to either randomness or, as was often the case for his bigger, more planned illustrations, a lot of inspiration from his environment.

Was it a surprise that he had produced so many drawings of ghosts?

As Cal was suddenly, once again, very aware of the subtle chill (not quite a presence, but it existed and it came from somewhere), he figured that one more addition to his ghost collection wouldn't make any difference.

Even if he wasn't used to drawing on a whiteboard, he still felt the long, controlled strokes of the marker come naturally. His preferred style was either completely colorless (which had absolutely nothing to do with his tendency to draw during class, thank you very much) or with minimal color; he knew how to manage negative space to his liking.

He had to admit, the subject he had chosen was pretty perfect for the whiteboard; all high contrast black and whites.

Getting lost in the process was easy for Cal; applying long strokes across the board and thick filling to the black outfit allowed time and tension to pass him by, almost. The hair would be tricky; making sure the black marker was used faintly enough to translate the light, luminous color was a mission, and Cal was nothing if not a perfectionist when it came to his work. All aspects to a drawing needed to come together for a good result, after all.

But for this, the most important part was the eyes.

Cal tightened his grip around the green marker. There could be only one color on this drawing, and it had to be the eyes. Sadly, a green whiteboard marker would never be quite the toxic green that he would have liked, but it was the principle that counted.

As he placed the last detail on the hair, fade enough to be as close to the bright white of the real thing, he uncapped the green marker. There was a sense of gravitas in the movement, the start of the final step to this work.

Or maybe Cal was just pretentious about it, who's to say.

"Wow, Cal, you're so good!"

The sudden voice made Cal jump and, even worse, almost draw a green line straight through the board and the almost finished drawing. He turned around to realize that everyone in the room was staring at him.

Maybe he should've thought this would happen, but he felt the heat on his cheeks rise nonetheless.

It was Sally-Anne who had spoken, turned around on her seat where she was facing Eleanor. Both were smiling. A few desks ahead, Jonathan had abandoned his reading and instead was looking at Cal with interest, head resting on his hand.  

Cal avoided all their eyes, fidgeting with the green marker instead "Um, thanks. Just a hobby, no big deal."

Sally-Anne raised her eyebrows. "Are you joking? This is amazing! It's like, the best Phantom art I've ever seen!"

Cal blushed even harder. "You're exaggerating, but thanks."

Eleanor gasped "Oh my God, no one better erase this! Quick, I need a picture!" she swiftly pulled out her phone and paused. "Hey Cal, can you like, put a signature somewhere on that? I need to take a pic."

Cal breathed out, muttering 'no problem' and obliged.

A stutter sound came from Eleanor's phone "Awesome! I'll send it to you if you want!"

Cal refused and Eleanor shrugged, sending it to Sally-Anne instead.

Soon everyone went back to what they were previously doing and Cal was happy to be ignored. Walking over to the teacher's desk to put the markers back (and maybe look for an eraser, if Eleanor and Sally-Anne didn't kill him first), he was suddenly aware of that ever-present yet so distant chill and his head snapped up towards the room.

At that moment, he locked eyes with Danny Fenton, and Cal froze.

It was impossible to pinpoint what was wrong exactly, which made things worse. Danny Fenton looked as he usually did; tired, bruised, head resting against his hand and unruly hair falling in his face. Yet there was something just wrong. His pallor was pale, unnervingly so, the bluing bruise against his cheek and graze on his lip contrasting dramatically against his skin. But his gaze was so sharp that Cal was sure that Danny could see right though his skin and into his brain.

It happened slowly, and then all at once.

Worst of all, Cal now knew where that ever so familiar chill came from, and he was almost shocked he didn't recognize it before. The aura of the dead was practically oozing off Danny Fenton.

Time felt like it was slowing down as Cal was locked in by those eyes, a shade of blue so cold it was painful and, for the first time, Cal realized that he was seeing Danny Fenton.

Cal wasn't sure how long he was trapped under that gaze. It felt like eons, but it couldn't have been more than seconds. As he felt his brain melt under the realization that something was frighteningly wrong with one of the people he knew, something happened that shocked him out of his spiraling.

Danny smiled. The faintest, most tired lift of lips, yet it was enough to transform the aura of wrong and that trapping stare, like deciding to let free an animal that was going to become dinner.

Just like that, with a movement so simple, the chill was passive again. Cal smiled back.

Feeling like he was floating, Cal went back to his desk. He took a seat as the bell rang and his classmates soon started filtering in, all of them taking a moment to show various levels of awe towards his drawing.

Throughout it all, Cal kept his head tilted and one eye, watching Danny's reaction. To anyone else, he looked like he had just woken up from a nap, groggy and unfocused. But Cal now knew better. He had realized the wrongness, and knew there was more hidden behind these icy eyes.

He didn't know what, he didn't know how. He didn't know when it had started, or why, but there was one thing Cal was sure of.

There was something very wrong with Danny Fenton.

#I'm not a fic writer so I hope this was ok asdfghjkl #anyway #merry crisis #danny phantom #danny fenton #dp art #danny phantom art #phart #phanart #danny phantom fanfiction #cryptid danny #outsider pov #danny fenton is creepy #phandom christmas truce 2023 #Christmas #Fanfiction #Fic gift #Phandom #phantom

[paenling]

so, apparently i never posted this? unless i did, and forgot, but just to be safe, here he is. cryptid boy inspired by @chickenlover-19's designs of old (love u chicken)

commission & contact info: https://dweeblet.carrd.co

#danny phantom #danny fenton #cryptid danny #body horror #teeth #art #fanart #image #milo draws

[canyoubethestalkertomytango]

One day a small scrawny teen walks into Arkham, walks right up to Joker, shapeshifts into an Eldritch god, picks up Joker, opens his mouth, and swallows him whole in front of everybody. Turns to the rest of inmates and says “change your ways or else” and turns back into a small scrawny teen and walks out of the asylum like nothing happened. About week later Batman is investigating the disappearance of Joker, why suddenly lots villains are having a redemption arc, why when he tries to ask about Joker they change the subject, and why suddenly a lot of staff are quitting. Danny ever since vomiting up Joker in the ghost zone was having the time of his life.

#cryptid danny #eldritch danny #dpxdc #the joker #bruce wayne #dp x dc crossover #dp x dc #dc x dp

[home-of-renn]

I love the hc that Danny can't help but trigger this innate, subconscious fight or flight response in everyone he meets. I love it even more when it's the reason why he still gets bullied by Dash.

Truth be told, Dash grew up years ago. His mean streak had been a short-lived phase that left a bad taste in his mouth. The sudden influx of hormones brought on by the onset of puberty had apparently muddled his brain and left him emotionally stunted for the duration of his freshman year. He'd shoved nerds into lockers and stolen their lunch money. He sorely wishes he hadn't been so excruciatingly cliche.

But he'd somehow managed to unstick his head from his ass pretty quick and he hasn't laid a finger on anyone since - well, except for Fenton.

Fenton had always been the exception. Small and slouched, with a messy fringe that fell into his eyes. Danny Fenton always made the hair on the back of his neck stand on end whenever he walked past.

His arm would brush too close or his shoulder would bump into his in a crowded hallway and Dash's arm would lash out before he could even comprehend the accidental touch. Fenton would be pinned against a locker with Dash's forearm against his neck in the blink of an eye.

The funny thing is though, no one stops him. The other kids don't call him out and the teachers are always coincidentally absent.

Dash isn't a bully - at least not anymore. He helped Lester get his locker door open after a ghost attack left the damn thing jammed shut. He stays late after practice so the girls on the cheer team don't have to walk home when the sun starts dipping low. He holds doors open for the people walking behind him and even offers a polite smile. The other day he stopped to help some little kid struggling to tie their shoelaces.

He's trying to be better. His mom cried about how proud she was on his birthday last month and principal Ishiyama made a passing comment on how nice it was not seeing him in her office every week. He enjoys being nice to people. It's gratifying, and some kids have started coming up to him when they need help.

Once upon a time, Dash had been a chubby self-conscious kid who'd hit the gym as soon as his dad had gotten sick of his begging. Puberty had hit him like a truck and he'd started shaving a year before anyone else. Since then he'd bulked up and was far larger than the average high schooler. He'd been honing his reflexes for years and never drops the ball. He's the shield that everyone hides behind during ghost fights. He's big and strong and has damn good aim - which is better than nothing when going up against a ghost.

But there's something wrong with Fenton.

Danny makes sweat gather beneath his collar and Dash has to grind his teeth any time he walks past.

At least he's not the only one.

Kwan's hands are always clenched into fists when they walk past Fenton's locker, even if he's not there. It feels wrong to have your back to Fenton in the changing rooms and Lancer's the only teacher still handing Danny a detention slip - Dash suspects it's cause none of the other staff can stand to be alone with him for that long.

No one steps in when someone lashes out at the Fenton kid. No one says a word or runs towards the teacher's lounge when Dale has Danny by the arm, eyes wide and gripped so tight his knuckles turn white.

The hallway goes silent and the world steps back as Dash's team flank his sides while the front of Danny's shirt is bunched in his fist. His heart thuds against his ribs and pounds in his ears as Danny opens his mouth to make a sarcastic quip. Danny's always been a sarcastic, mouthy little shit, but Dash can't find it in himself to laugh, not while his body forms a physical barrier between Fenton and everyone else - not when Dash has him by the throat but he's the one feeling cornered and exposed. He has to dig his toes into the soles of his sneakers to resist running.

It's not normal.

Dash plays along, keeping his cool as he goes through the familiar routine. He spits out a pathetic insult that misses its mark and thumps Danny against his locker before dropping him to the ground.

It feels rehearsed, like he's stuck in a cycle he can't seem to break. It's one big act that Dash walks away from with adrenaline churning the contents of his stomach and sweat gathering in the palms of his hands. The hallway parts as Dash walks away. He spares a glance at Kwan, whose dark eyes are trained on the floor in front of him, his fists clenching at his sides, shaking under the fluorescent lights. Dash hides his own hands in his pockets. The one he had bunched in Danny's shirt trembles, his nerves vibrating with the sensation of pins and needles. It feels like static under his skin. He tries wiping it off on the inside of his jacket.

The entire student body of Casper high follows behind him.

#dp #home of renn #danny phantom #dash unwittingly becomes the protector of casper high that stands between everyone else and fenton #danny fenton #dash baxter #drabble #casper high #dp ficlet #dp lancer #mr lancer #kwan #dp kwan #dribble drabble #cryptid danny #eldritch danny #i love my eldritch abomination son #angst #dash baxter redemption #character development #amity park

[sorotrax]

More monster Danny? More monster Danny.

First image has sketches from my own fic, What Big Eyes You Have.

Second image is what I imagine Danny to look like specifically from a lovely, lovely series by @dp-belongs-in-a-hoodie, called Something’s Wrong With Danny Fenton. I can’t recommend it enough, please go read it!

#danny phantom #danny fenton #cryptid danny #idk is there a tag for this?

[evilgoosegoose]

TW: Scopopophobia, Facelessness, and Mouth (???)

Every now and then I remember Danny can rearrange his body, even in human form, and today I decided to draw them, so have some spooky drawings

#danny phantom #Cryptid Danny #eldritch danny #eyes #idk what i’m doing

[the-autistic-spider]

we all know the story

Danny fenton goes into the portal and becomes a being known as a ghost by his DNA being fused with ectoplasm

but what if it didn't make him a ghost?

what if his DNA being messed with made him something else something other?

at this point i ran out of idea so =I yea have fun with this i guess

#uncanny danny fenton #cryptid danny fenton #cryptid danny phantom #cryptid danny #danny phantom fandom #danny phantom #danny fenton #fic prompt

[fandombrainrots]

For those who are wondering what happened to Into the Zone, I’ve been updating on Ao3! I might post the chapters here again at some point, but it’s been easier on me to only post over there. Chapter 6 will be coming soon, and I’m so grateful for the support!

Here’s a link to those who want it, enjoy!

#dc x dp #danny phantom #dp x dc #danny fenton #dpxdc #batman #cryptid danny #ghost king danny #YouTuber Danny fenton #into the zone #rottalk #rot Talk

[disillusioneddanny]

Chapters: 8/20 Fandom: Danny Phantom, Batman - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Barbara Gordon/Dick Grayson, Danny Fenton & Dick Grayson, Danny Fenton & Barbara Gordon, Cassandra Cain & Danny Fenton Characters: Danny Fenton, Barbara Gordon, Dick Grayson, Vlad Masters, Cassandra Cain, Bruce Wayne, Batfamily Members Additional Tags: Implied/Referenced Torture, Psychological Torture, Religious Imagery & Symbolism, Religious Cults, Danny Fenton Needs A Hug, Hurt Danny Fenton, De-Aged Danny Fenton, Tired Danny Fenton, Dick Grayson is Nightwing, Dick Grayson Has Issues, Dick Grayson-centric, Barbara Gordon is Oracle, BAMF Barbara Gordon, Barbara Gordon Needs a Hug, Cults, danny is not having a good time, The Fentons are dead, please pay attention to the tags, More will be added Series: Part 20 of 51 Fic Challenge Summary:

A religious group rises up in Gotham citing that anyone who joins will be given powers and strength unlike any other. Dick Grayson and his wife, Barbara Gordon go undercover to infiltrate this new group to find out how all these people are suddenly getting meta powers. There they find a young boy being held prisoner by the cult and being drained of his ectoplasm to turn the members of the cult liminal.

Now it's a race against the clock to save the teenager from the cult without being destroyed by a giant group of liminal religious zealots who are convinced that the god is a gift from the heavens to provide them all with everlasting life.

Will they be able to defeat the Church of the Infinite before this boy's life is gone forever? Or will they be too late?

#dpxdc #dc x dp crossover #fic rec #cryptid danny #nightwing

[weshney]

#danny phantom #phandom #cryptid danny #meme #in universe meme #shitposting #i mean come on #touching down on mars? definitely danny

[zeestarfishalien]

So ya know the hc where pics of Danny/phantom all come out blurry? Imagine the possibilities!!! The trio (possibly plus/minus Jazz) competing to see who can take the most hilarious picture of our fav half ghost boi. Possibly both in and out of Phantom form if you want to go the any pics of him all come out blurry route.

#danny phantom #danny fenton #imagine the meme potential #and/or posting them online and no one can figure out all these whacked out blurry pics #especially the ones of Danny doing impossible things #cryptid danny #let there be chaos #let there be competition #I would write this but I’ve got a dc x dp romcom spoof I’m writing on top of my S&D tier and other dc crossover fic

[cookiejar614]

MY SUBMISSIONS FOR ECTOBER WEEK 2023

Prompts

1) no one knows au

2) cryptid Danny (creepier, more unhinged)

Two sentence horror prompt:

1) Wes fell to his knees, horrified. He'd been right, but at what cost?"

Celebration idea:

We should all do screenshot redraws of our favorite scenes (also book redraws from agit)

#ectoberweek2023 #danny phantom #ectober #cryptid danny

[paenling]

he died once but he got better. he is a hundred pounds soaking wet. he can bench press a bus if sufficiently motivated. he is inexplicably immune to brain freeze. a stiff breeze could knock him over. he sets off Geiger counters. he cannot climb the rope in P.E. he knows when you'll die plus or minus two years. he did not study for the english pop quiz.

you know, that Fenton kid.

#danny phantom #danny fenton #headcanon #cryptid danny #cryptid au #? #milo writes #but only a little bit

[kitsune024]

Danny Phantom, Batman, Superman, & Justice League Fanfiction Crossover

No Grave can Hold my Body Down by ghostly_frogly

Danny can never say no when he hears a cry for help.

____

"Danny never claimed to know ghost politics but he sure as hell has been involved in them lately. Ever since he beat the shit out of Pariah Dark and sent him back to sleep the other ghosts have been acting weird around him. He’s been having to go to meetings with the Ancients and the Observants which was cool at first but now it’s just a pain. It seems no one respects that he has an English test the next day. He also gets the underlying feeling that the Observants want him dead and not in the full ghost type of way but we want you gone permanently type of way."

Chapters: 6/?

#ghostly_frogly #dp x dc #danny phantom #ao3 fanfic #ghost king danny #more like prince tbh #cryptid danny #Danny's obsessions are protection and space #dp x dc crossover #dp fanfic #crossover #dc fanfiction #fanfiction crossover