#endless nonsense

[cassidy-peterson]

What's up, fuckers!

Yeah yeah furry shit yeah. Well, do you want... more furry shit? Furry shit with deeply entwined characters and entire clans of said characters, with fifty-foot-tall semi-divine rulers at the head of each one? Wanna see what OCD & ADHD can do when combined in a single vessel?

@just-endless-nonsense is a new blog I made to hold all my fanwork of DMFA and Project Future, a comic I've been reading for years and a spinoff with multiple spinoffs. I've developed my own clans and histories, while still keeping in touch with official clans and clan politics.

Endless Nonsense is in no small way a tribute to my OCD. I got wrapped up adopting characters because I loved their designs and "needed" them for Endless Nonsense so much, I didn't realize that I had gone well past 100 of the fuckers. Many of my characters are my own original designs, but hoo boy, there's a lot of them that aren't.

[just-endless-nonsense]

Cedric of Clan Taun

Cedric is Vincent's son and Sam's grandson. With the exception of his overly-large claw size, he takes after his mother. Although he was born into clan Taun, he is a pacifist, and does his best to avoid conflict of any sort. Despite his young age, he hopes to some day become a professor at SAIA, focusing specifically on teaching newly-awakened Cubi to control their emotions. To this end, he is a devoted student of all emotion-related classes at the academy, from mind filters to learning how to discern a Cubi's emotional affiliation. His hobbies include baking and flower arrangement. Being a "true omnivore" breed of mythos, he sometimes combines the two, coming up with concoctions like three-color-tulip cupcakes and prize-rose brownies (including thorns). The markings on Cedric's back mirror the markings on his front, only expanded. As such, the markings visible on his head, shoulders, and tail in this picture are actually all connected. Also, those aren't his pupils (he doesn't have any), they're light reflections.

BONUS!

I created Cedric by poll, and was able to create the other options during the time the polls took to run

[colbyheartland]

Okay so this is just crack but I couldn’t stop thinking about that post that points out Dream likes to make himself AT LEAST one to two inches taller than people he’s with except Lucien. (Also what a petty petty power move it’s so funny I can never unknow this. Why is he Like That)

What if he starts doing that with Hob after they get together. Just subtly and slowly shrinking himself until he’s like an inch shorter. But he does it slowly because he doesn’t want Hob to question him about it. Hob either assumes it’s Dreams eldritch nonsense or notices immediately because of all the changes Dream has ever made to his outfit, hair, ect his height has never changed. Hob decides not to say anything as Dreams forehead is now always within reach for kisses.

[somethingformyself]

I hate how shippy The Sandman tag is. I just wanna see my depressed asshole and his shitty siblings(not you Death my beloved or Delirium) but everywhere I go fucking Hob is there. I wouldn't mind it if Morpheus wasn't written/drawn like a fucking romcom character with no flavor.

[theotherartblog]

Another Dream Thing for the apparent collection I’m amassing.

[martybaker]

this is completely out of left field but i want a silly mermay romcom au, H2O just add water style. Dream turns into a fucking merman when he comes into contact with water and he has to jump through nonsensical hoops to keep Hob from finding out

[cuubism]

the idea of hob being the one who looks more buff and SHOULD be stronger meanwhile dream is actually stronger due to Reality Manipulating Powers or whatever (idk how it works) is so hilarious to me. mainly because i can still see hob ending up with 99.99% of the 'manual labor' because it's obviously beneath dream to do it. also he thinks it's funny

dream: can you open this jar

hob: i literally watched you lift a truck one-handed yesterday

dream:

hob:

dream:

hob: fine give me the jar

[classic-blue]

Cannibalistic Infanticide and Other Children’s Games

Image via Densewentz, see the original here.

DreamlingDads!AU || Dream of the Endless | Morpheus/Hob Gadling || General Audiences || No Archive Warnings Apply

Work Count: 2k

Hob likes it when Dream cooks dinner. For starters, Dream’s a good cook—even by Kian’s picky standards—so Hob won’t complain about the increasingly inventive ways he’s found to get Kian to actually eat his vegetables. Plus, it gives Hob more time to feign eating their child on the living room floor.

Read it on AO3 here!

Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Slice of Life, Kid Fic, no children were eaten in the course of this fic, despite Hob's best attempts, Established Relationship

All the credit for this goes to @densewentz, without whom this lovely AU never would have been born.

[necrotic-nephilim]

If you want to be bothered. Maybe this for dick and Bruce???

i ALWAYS want to be bothered these are always the highlight of my day tbh you're a delight for letting me just yap <3

Dick. For the canon isn't real square I am Specifically talking about the Tom Taylor Nightwing run. Usually I ignore bad runs but given this one is ongoing (though about to end THANK GOD and get replaced by Dan Watters who i have high hopes for since i adored his Sword of Azrael (2022) run but i digress) so I counted it. Especially since it's so debated if that run is bad or not, for some reason. I'm a 90s Nightwing truther. I love Dick so dearly and tbh recently I've been more enamored with him the more I read his Discowing era, I didn't used to be as big of a Dick stan as I am these days.

Bruce. Honestly where do you even start with Bruce. I want to fist fight him and also patch him up. He got me into comics and superheroes as a whole but I roll my eyes whenever he shows up in a story. He's a bastard and usually not a good father but also complex and should be dissected under a magnifying glass. I love him dearly. He's also just the worst. I think that's why I love him. I'm always a fan of unabashedly Complicated Asshole Bruce who's generally not always the best person, particularly not to the Batfamily and that being the driving force of his relationships with them, especially in shipping.

And for bonus points, Tim. Because know above all else, I'm a Tim Drake kinnie /deg. He's been my number one for a decade and I've yet to uproot him from my brain. He's literally the Worst half the time and I love him for it. And the canon isn't real refers to Tim Drake: Robin because... that sure was a comic. And that's about all I can say about it. Pre-Flashpoint Tim I miss you so dearly. I think it's fun that I want to put him in a blender and drink the juice but also want Nothing Ever to happen to him.

[deconstructthesoup]

I know that a lot of people are saying that the next Endless-meets-a-Dead-Boy-Detective moment should be between Desire and Charles because Repressed Bisexual Yearning, but consider:

Crystal meeting Delirium

[marimeeko]

Even if bkdk separately marries, presumably women, as is the supposed Shonen tradition, their wives are going to feel like such third wheels.

Katsuki sees Izuku across the room at a function/gathering and The Staring begins...

His wife looks at him, rolls her eyes and is like "you want to go talk to him so bad, then just go"

Katsuki is already gone.

--

Izuku talking about a day on patrol, or training and just gets into a tangent on some new technique Katsuki has, or how he nabbed a killer in a really spectacular way,

His wife becomes more and more glassy eyed at the DETAILED description and gushing Izuku goes on about over Katsuki.

--

The two wives just ever being in their presence as they go on to each other about something, or have their silly little "I'm gonna surpass you" back and forths

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Not to even mention all the ptsd from the war and losing each other/almost losing each other

What I am saying is, if they marry other people, then they are going tk have to put up with ALL OF THEIR OBSESSIONS WITH EACH OTHER.

[ugly-lizard-crab-thing]

Me every year before the State of the Sanderson: This time he'll talk about Nightblood This time he'll talk about Nightblood This time he'll talk about Nightblood This time h

[lukasadss]

think they should have at least one scene where Desire has their legs on view and you can tell they've got bruised knees, for,, reasons

[fuchsiamae]

portalversary snuck up on me, and I feel like I should post something, so here's a tiny rough draft teaser from ch1 of my cave/glados longfic:

It sits motionless on the chamber floor. Silent. Waiting. Just as it’s been doing for exactly three hours and twenty-one minutes now. Waiting, it seems, for her next move.

“I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but you can’t do this forever. Eventually one of us is going to drop dead—and I’m immortal. If you play the waiting game with me, you’re not going to win.”

No response from the test subject on the ground.

She’s had enough of this.

“Look, I’ll admit it. I don’t know what kind of motivation you need. I’ve tried rewards. I’ve tried threats. I’ve tried wearing down your self-esteem, which I assume didn’t work only because you don’t have any to begin with. I burned your friend to death right in front of you. You know I’m serious. I will kill you if you don’t perform this test. So what’ll it be?”

The test subject doesn’t move. And it won’t, because it’s a potted ficus, and she is out of ideas.

“This is pointless. What am I doing?” Testing a plant she found in an old break room and doused with radiation, that’s what she’s doing. This is a new low. But what choice does she have? Nothing else works—the Avian Testing Initiative is on hold for molting season, her recruitment program hasn’t caught so much as a squirrel, her cloning tanks churn out nothing but mindless meat, and she’s talking to a ficus. She is the most brilliant, most powerful being ever created, and now she’s reduced to—

Wait. The camera in the test chamber zooms in.

Did it move? There’s no wind to rustle its leaves down there, but she could swear it moved. Maybe those gamma rays just needed a little more time to take effect. Maybe she’s losing her mind.

[copper-skulls]

and the guys that were BOTH zapped with the aro beam. as a tradition

[mostremote]

From that fic ask list 5, 17, 18, and 29?

5. What’s a fic idea you’ve had that you will never write?

I would love a story about Katniss as President, perhaps where Snow and Katniss have a purely platonic relationship. And it would be all about her learning to navigate Capitol politics and trying to do good, but perhaps she would get a little morally corrupted in the process. And Snow would be her mentor and sort-of-dad, but maybe he’s a little bit in love with her too. But I am not good at writing political thrillers and I would inevitably make it more dark and erotic than would benefit the premise, so I think this one will have to be for someone else to write.

17. What’s something you’ve learned about while doing research for a fic?

Mild spoilers for We Wild Creatures, but I have learned a lot about progression and treatment of frostbite on the foot. Truly gross stuff.

18. What’s one of your favorite lines you’ve written in a fic?

I really like this part from The Shivering Season:

“There is a kindness in him, that piece of soft straw hidden in the needlestack of his heart. And it’s all for her.

There are needles, too, he keeps for her.”

29. Share a bit from a fic you’ll never post

lol have an extract from yet another unfinished fic where Snow rapes Katniss because Peeta can’t get her pregnant (jesus christ I’ve written a lot of these). Below the cut.

Inside her home, she is greeted with a familiar scene of domestic horror. No Peacekeepers this time. Her mother stands, hands clasped, smile quivering with effort and anxiety. Snow sits by the fire, teacup in hand, which he lowers immediately upon Katniss’ entrance. Their eyes lock like a cell door.

‘Ah, Miss Everdeen,’ he says, and his voice vibrates into her darkest center. ‘I apologize for dropping in without warning. I was in the area, and you know we have matters to discuss.’

Katniss wrenches her eyes from his and sees Prim, sat as far from the President as is physically possible. She is gazing at her big sister in question and terror.

‘Sure. Of course,’ says Katniss. ‘I was just about to run some errands, but… Prim, do you mind? We need bread and eggs from the market.’

They do not need bread and eggs. Prim knows this. For a moment, it looks like she wants to argue. She wants to know why this man is in their home, and why she has to vacate the premises. But Prim only nods and stands, and casts Snow one final glance like he’s a hive of venomous wasps.

‘I’ll be back later,’ she says, and grasps her sister’s shoulder.

All wait in silence until the door clicks shut. Katniss doesn’t bother sending her mother away. She can’t protect her from everything.

Snow’s expression is a soft and pleasant pool. ‘Shall we?’

Katniss nods and Snow stands. They are going upstairs. They have been upstairs together once before. Katniss is not sure how much her mother knows of what transpired up there. It’s easier if she doesn’t. This is her dirty secret to keep.