moss covered thoughts

anyways while I was commiserating, I saw Dick Grayson catch a stray and if this doesn’t sum up a good 25% of fandom tropes…

Because while Eridians are incredibly strong and tough on the outside, on the inside they are actually quite fragile:

They have no immune system, so anything that makes it past their enclosed carapace and internal heating will pretty much kill them

They have no natural defenses to radiation of any kind

In general they have very little organic matter so anything that targets their cells directly is quickly lethal

They are partially cold-blooded and live at a very narrow temperature range (about 20 degrees C)

They rely almost entirely on one, highly developed sense and are helpless if deafened (can't even remember the layout of a room)

They are completely helpless while asleep and can't control when that happens

They will forcibly become dormant after eating AND when badly hurt enough (their equivalent of going into shock)

They require more energy to function than humans do, and have very little organic matter to burn in the case of starvation

In contrast, humans:

Have an aggressive immune system and internal mechanisms for dealing with cell damage

Have adrenaline which allows them to temporarily ignore injuries and perform abnormal feats of strength

Are persistence hunters built for economy of movement and capable of extreme levels of endurance

Exist in a very wide range of habitats and on a diverse diet

Are very hardy in general, able to survive massive injuries, lack of sleep, prolonged starvation, and intense environmental conditions if given proper care

The quintessential example of this dichotomy between strength and endurance is the Going Fishing incident in the book: Rocky is able to survive and move in G forces that are killing Grace and to physically wrestle off the chair crushing him, but he collapses from his injuries almost immediately after. Despite being injured himself Grace then carries his 400lb friend up a ladder, is badly burned returning him to his atmosphere, and then proceeds to get some basic medical care, hype himself up on pain meds and keep working (albeit rather badly, lol) while Rocky forcibly sleeps.

Tfw you forget there's term for it, on account of the amnesia

More art for more of my discord friendos 🙂‍↕️

DP X DC number #1

The Justice League was mid-meeting when it started. Barry was rambling, as usual.

“…like that time we stopped Starro in Metropolis. You remember? He got so big he was stomping cars like Legos—”

Hal snorted. “That wasn’t in Metropolis, that was in Coast City. I was there.”

Barry blinked. “Uh, no? Superman threw him into the harbor, I was the one pulling civilians out of the wreckage.”

Clark frowned. “Barry… that happened in Metropolis. I remember it clearly.”

Voices rose around the table, half the team swearing one version of events, the other half swearing the opposite. Someone even pulled up mission logs—conflicting reports, both equally convincing.

In the corner, Danny sat slouched in his chair, chin propped on his hand, glowing eyes half-lidded. He hadn’t spoken once during the meeting, radiating the kind of exhaustion that only came from cleaning up after cosmic disasters at three in the morning.

Finally, Diana turned toward him. “Phantom,” she said evenly, “you were there as well. What do you recall?”

Danny blinked, sat up a little. “Huh? Oh. Yeah, that happened.”

Everyone relaxed—until Hal pressed, “Which one?”

Danny squinted at him. “Uh. Both.”

The table went quiet.

“Both?” Batman’s voice cut sharp across the silence.

“Yeah,” Danny said slowly, looking around at their baffled expressions. “You’re talking about Starro, right? He trashed Metropolis… and also Coast City.”

“No,” Clark said carefully. “It can’t be both. We would have known.”

Danny tilted his head, still confused by their confusion. “But it was both. I remember both.”

The silence stretched. Dozens of the most powerful beings on the planet, staring at the youngest-looking (but supposedly ancient) member of their ranks.

Then, realization flickered in Danny’s eyes. His shoulders slumped. “…Oh.”

⸻

The Infinite Realms are a strange thing. They stretch beyond dimensions, binding every universe together in a way no mortal mind was meant to comprehend. If the multiverse is a bowl of jello, the universes are its fruit—each separate, yet held in place by the same trembling, otherworldly foundation.

Danny Phantom, Ghost King, sits at the center of it all. Ruler, caretaker, janitor. His job is simple in concept, impossible in practice: keep the jello from collapsing.

But universes do collapse. They rot from within, fall apart at the seams, and bleed into others. If left unchecked, the infection spreads. Sometimes, the only cure is destruction—wiping the entire universe away before it drags its neighbors with it.

Danny is kind. He is softhearted in ways his predecessor was not. He cannot bring himself to condemn the lives still fighting to survive inside those dying worlds, even if most time they do not know their universe is about to end. So instead, he does the impossible. He relocates them.

He finds a reality compatible enough to accept them, moves them over, and patches the cracks before anyone can notice. With Clockwork freezing time to help, the process is seamless. One second, people live in a doomed reality. The next, they breathe in a new one—never realizing they are somewhere else.

But “compatible” does not mean “identical.” The details never line up perfectly. A city might stand where it once fell. A victory might occur in Coast City instead of Metropolis. A name, a date, an outcome—it all shifts in tiny, maddening ways.

And those tiny ways ripple. People argue. Records clash. Whole crowds remember things that never happened in this reality, but did happen in another. It has happened so many time people have even given it a name.

The Mandela Effect.

⸻

Danny gestured vaguely with one hand. “Clockwork stops time, I shuffle everyone over, and if I do it right, nobody notices. Life goes on. Same people, same world—almost.”

“Almost?” Diana prompted.

Danny gave her a tired half-smile. “Some small details may not line up. Different events, different memories. Small things. But enough to make people stop and say, ‘Hey, wasn’t it like this before?’”

He shrugged. “That’s what you call the Mandela Effect, right? Two different realities, same people. Just… stitched together.”

The silence afterward was absolute. Even Batman didn’t speak.

He's fresh from having graduated his online college with a double Bachelors in Mechanical Engineering and Biotechnology, finally put that knowledge to use to shut down the artificial portal to the Ghost Zone for good, finally permanently solved Ellie (Dani) destabalization issue.

Now?

It's time to leave Amity!

He shoots out his resumes, but uh...turns out online colleges don't carry as much Oomf as he would like.

But he does get immediately hired by Lexcorp.

So it takes it.

His boss is weird and keeps wanting him to build doomsday machines and such, and keeps waxing poetic about how it's just a fallback plan for when Superman goes rogue, really Fenton don't overreact-

Except Danny isn't an idiot.

He was raised by not one, but two mad scientists that tore open a hole between reality and the Place Inbetween all reality, just to prove it was real.

But that paycheck?

He decides to compromise.

He'll build Lex's shit, but all of those devices primarily answer to Danny now.

Sure the code, upon being read, states that Lex is the only authorized user, but that shits easy to fake when Danny has access to literal Ghost Tech.

Lex goes a little too far with a massive fuckall robot?

Danny stomps his way out of the lab and gives it the shutdown code, and glares at Lex through the windshield of said robot while making the famous 'Come down here Right Fucking Now' hand motion that pissed off parents make.

Lex starts a cloning project with CADMUS and keeps Danny away from it?

"Tough shit Lex who do you think built your super security system? Yeah, my fucking Husband. Move over and-is that a wholeass teenager?

Lex.

Lex, I'm dismantling the last four projects I built for you.

I don't care if you fire me, I'm dismantling them.

Get that kid out of the tube and give him some pizza, he's going to have at least some semblance of a childhood. You can be a deadbeat all you want, my Wife and my Husband and I will take over from here.

No kids for you."

Keeping the Ember train rolling here's another one of her rocking out. Yes she's wearing her own merch

And ding ding ding

You guessed it this one is a redraw

Of one I redrew like a year ago.

The earlier ones had a weird Foward lean that I didn't like so I wanted to fix it, while Also making it look like she's actually playing the guitar. And well making the guitar look like an actual guitar.