#eggsucker

[cheekywithcullen]

love yall eggsuckers but im genuinely so sad this is the direction da4 is going. each new solas talking point makes me way less excited for this game after 10 yrs of waiting

[freaksnvans]

your husband's gay dawg

My husband, the Medic, is gay? You're telling me he's gay?

Sorry to my followers or anyone else who does not want to see me bicker with an anonymous user, a coward, but I think I want to address this. I don't want these kinds of messages!

OK... Let's get something straight. Medic is not canonically anything. You are just saying Medic is gay to get under my skin, and I don't tolerate that. You are also lying, and by lying, you are disrespecting me by violating boundaries, because I hate liars. I don't allow liars on my page.

First of all, where in canon has it been stated that the Medic is an exclusively homosexual male? Ever? I do personally believe that HeavyMedic is implied, especially given what the voice actors are saying, but I am not one of you intolerant eggsuckers who believes that Medic is an exclusively gay man and cannot ever date a woman. I do not believe that about any of the mercenaries. I believe that you should be able to head canon what you personally believe, but don't force it upon people you don't like.

If the Medic was canonically gay, I would not state that he is my husband, because I would respect his preference for males. I am not saying that he as a fictional character has rights the same way that a human does, but I just would not have interest in him romantically, and I would only see him with Heavy or perhaps the Engineer. I could probably be convinced to like other pairings too, but please do not force anything up on me, especially a headcanon which grasps at straws. I don't like it.

Lastly, I have already said that when you interact with me you acknowledge that me and Medic are married! This Tumblr page is my safe space! If I were to tell anyone in the real world that the Medic and I are married, I would be shunned. You are violating my safe space, Anon. I wish I could block you and everyone you associate with because you are simply not a kind person. Leave me alone, Anonymous. And stop hiding behind "Anonymous" and speak to me like a real person if you find this so entertaining. I am not your "dawg," you child.

[bigcats-birds-and-books]

Like and different are quickening words, brooding and hatching. Better and worse are eggsucking words, they leave only the shell. -- Ursula K. Le Guin, Always Coming Home (358)

[imsobadatnicknames2]

Being a native Spanish speaker is so cool, I really need to improve my Spanish but I had a ton of speech impediments as a kid so even my English sucked.

What are the words in the DEADASS schleeby picture? I wanna improve ;w;

Hehe it's oki.

First of all the text on the bus in that pic is funny but it's also really nsfw lol.

The upper part of the bus says "EL CHUPAGÜEVO ANDA SUELTOOOOOO", the literat translation of "chupagüevo" would be "eggsucker" but depending of the specific slang of different spanish-speaking countries it could be translated as either "ballsucker" or "dicksucker", so the text says "THE BALLSUCKER/DICKSUCKER IS LOOSE".

The other text says "Dios bendiga la cuca frita" which would be "God bless fried pussy".

Also apparently the line the taxi belongs to is called "LET'S GO" (VÁMONOS)

[radarrider87]

Koopa’s Revenge (A Fanzine Preview)

A preview of my short story for the upcoming “Trust the Fungus” fanzine

The zine is dedicated to saving the Yoshi prop from the Super Mario Bros 1993 movie. Check it out on Twitter @sewerzines or Tumblr @smb93zine!

The soldier breathed deep on city fumes.

Sparks flew off the metal bridge, landing on her boots. She glared at the armored cars beneath her, sailing down the parkway with fungus barriers on either side. An industrial pipe ran over the underpass, stamped with proud block letters.

INTERDIMENSIONAL WATER SHARING. BROUGHT TO YOU BY THE ROYAL RECLAMATION PROJECT.

The soldier gritted her teeth, leaning on the iron rails of the bridge. She could sense the killer instinct all around her, but it was buried deep, slumbering. On the surface, this city was being rebuilt on lies. Its people were moving forward with such meager compromises, making peace with the mammals when they should simply reach out and conquer the other dimension.

A dry, desert wind blew through her trench coat. She closed her eyes and listened again for the beating heart of this place. When she opened them, she knew she would have to face a new reality. She would have to face a future without her beloved leader.

“My general. My king,” she growled, low and fierce, her words caught in the roar of rush hour traffic. “What have they done to you?”

There was the hum of electricity, followed by a scream. Somewhere in those dark alleys, a robbery was taking place by stun stick. The soldier focused on the event. Her forked tongue slid around the inside of her mouth, savoring the taste of fear in the air.

Yes, it was still here—the danger, the grime, the urge to hunt and survive. Miraculously, it had all survived an extinction event. The thought gave hope to her warlike heart, because no matter how many billboards they whitewashed, no matter how many safety mushrooms cluttered the expressway, no matter how nice they tried to make this place, they would never change what mattered.

They would never scrub out the sleaze of Dinohattan.

A lumbering mass of scales and blubber shoved into her, shaking the bridge. The three-horned punk cried out as a metal box fell from his shoulder. It crashed into the streets below, speakers and circuits scattering in all directions. She calmly watched as multiple cars shredded the punk’s boombox, indifferent to his misery.

The punk snarled, pushing a meaty hand against her shoulder. If only he had struck a little higher, he might have been stabbed by the spikes on her coat. No such luck.

“You rotten eggsucker! Get in my way, will ya?” grumbled the three horn. “Ya got any idea how many coins I had to shell out for that rig?”

He pushed again, but she was made of harder stuff. She would never give an inch to the likes of him, a filthy herbivore who had forgotten his place. The only thing he managed to push aside was her hood, which fell back to reveal a black mohawk, flanked on either side by blonde, short-cropped hair. The silver scales on her neck rippled as the muscles tensed, and when she turned her eyes on him—those yellow, slitted eyes—the three horn nearly bolted in fear.

It would have been the smart thing to do. After all, these were the eyes of an ambush predator, judging the distance to her prey.

Ultimately, it was pathetic watching this leaf eater tremble, so she turned those yellow eyes elsewhere. Reaching into her jacket, she pulled a standard issue Game Tracker & Watch from her pocket. She read the display: TIME 400.

“Go crawl back to your nest, throwback,” she told the punk, calmly tucking the device away as the number changed to 399. “I’ve got bigger game to hunt.”

That should have been the end of it, your run-of-the-mill Dinohattan exchange. Two ships, striking each other in the night and going their separate ways. As the soldier turned her back on him, however, she could hear this fool huffing and puffing and scraping his boots against the metal bridge.

“Throwback? Throwback!?” The three horn spat out the word, his three chins quivering with rage. “I’ll give you a good throw... off the frickin’ edge!”

The platform shook. A very large, very angry foe was nearly upon her, but she did not turn to face him. Instead, just before he reached her, she clicked her heels together.

“Too slow,” she said, letting the tech do its magic. The stomper-boots hurled her upward, and years of training gave her control over the flight path. When she landed, her boots slammed into the bridge right behind the charging punk.

“Too clumsy.” Her voice hissed as she grabbed his horns, using a surprising amount of strength to toss him aside. Her prey slammed into the railing, bending the iron bars on impact.

The three horn clutched his head in agony, blubbering curses unfit for hatchling ears. But the soldier had heard it all before—the curses, the excuses, the pitiful begging from creatures too feeble to survive in any dimension. She reached into her jacket, removing a leather glove from its holster. She slipped her hand inside, the leather outfitted with black bolts and wicked circuitry.

This was how she dealt with pitiful scum.

“Too weak,” she declared, clutching the three horn behind his neck, activating the power cells in that glove. Six thousand volts of pure electricity coursed through her prey, frying him on the spot. Wild spasms ravaged his body, and then it was over.

She released her grip, letting the corpse hit the platform with a thud. A prickle of her senses told her that many eyes were watching. Sure enough, a group of wary citizens had gathered on the far side of the bridge.

There was a nervous leaf eater, pushing her egg stroller through Koopa Square. There was a madam in a red kimono and white cybermask, clearly on the hunt for fresh meat. She wasn’t too worried about the punk with the blonde mohawk, his mind as blank as his stare, but that old lady in the blue coat was far more dangerous than she appeared. The lot of them just stood there, gawking, until she glared back with fire in her eyes.

Fortunately, most of these bystanders were a lot smarter than the three horn. They immediately went about their business, leaving the vicious stranger to depower her glove.

All except one, that is.

Dark eyes stared at her from behind the white mask. The soldier raised her hood and turned her back on the woman, but even then she could sense that lingering presence. Even as she moved through the crowded markets, she knew the madam in red was close behind. She traveled deeper into the city, just to be sure. Neon lights crawled up the Lizard Lounge. Sports fans hollered inside Bullet Bills, but through it all, she never lost track of her stalker.

Perhaps this woman needed a second warning.

A flurry of movement caught her eye. A tiny lizard leapt from the community gardens, carrying a filthy mushroom. A second reptile gave chase, two disgusting compies fighting over the fungus and getting in her way. With a little help from the stompers, she kicked the nearest compy, launching it upward. The creature was little more than a pale green dot, climbing higher and higher until it crashed into a street lamp, sparks flying from its pointed beak.

She breathed out, releasing her tension. Glancing over her shoulder, she could only see the peasants. Their clothing was drab and muted, not a shred of crimson to be seen.

Good. Her warning had been received, loud and screeching.

A voice warbled in her ear. “At long last, our troops are returning from the badlands. Welcome home, child.”

She swung about, her vision turning red. She grabbed the madam by the collar, pushing her against a concrete wall.

Even with her kimono askew and her life on the line, the little woman gave no indication of fright behind that cybermask. The faceplate only covered half of her features, leaving ruby lips exposed, and those lips weren’t quivering. They were smiling.

“Yes... such ferocity. This is good.”

“Not good for you,” said the soldier, pressing her arm tight against the woman. “Why are you following me, trilobyte?”

“Because I agreed with your judgment. This city is weak, filled with bottom dwellers and fungus lovers.” Somehow, up against the wall, the madam was still able to reach out and pat her assailant on the shoulder. Apparently, she had a tough carapace under that kimono. “It needs strength like yours, my dear, if we wish to thrive. Such beautiful strength.”

There was a potent stench on this woman, a blend of moving bodies and stiff cocktails and cheap, spicy thrills. It made the soldier sick. “If you’re looking for a new girl, forget it. I can make my own way in this world.”

The madam chuckled. “Oh, of that, I have no doubt, which is why I wanted to meet you. For you see, I’m not looking for dancers. I’m looking for warriors.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“Then perhaps you’ll believe my employer—the next leader of Dinohattan?”

A fluorescent tube buzzed overhead. The soldier waited a moment, then loosened her grip, letting this woman and her hard shell slide down the wall. “Explain.”

The madam brushed at her kimono as she spoke. “Never fear. Follow me, and I shall tell you all you wish to know. Before we arrive at our destination, however, I will need to ask you a few questions. First, does the brave warrior have a name?”

The soldier cracked her knuckles. She could see the lights flickering behind that white cybermask, feeding this woman information. “Stop playing games. You already know my name.”

Her new companion gave a little shrug, putting on a shy, modest act. “Of course I know your given name, but as you can plainly see, so much has happened since you left the grid. Even a wise woman must continue to learn, and I wish to learn who you have become.”

“And why should I tell you who I am, grid hopper?”

There was nothing shy about the smile that formed below that mask. It was the honest smile of a killer. “Because your future intrigues me, warrior, and I only wish to help you achieve the greatness that you deserve.”

She regarded the madam in the dying light of Koopa Square. There was a hunger inside this woman that she could turn to her advantage. After years of chaos and bloodshed, the soldier knew the value of allies, but was there time to factor in such a dangerous unknown?

She slipped out her watch, scanning the dot-matrix display: TIME 360.

To hell with it. Her moment was approaching, and twenty koopa minutes into the future, whatever she told this woman would no longer matter.

“Deo. They call me Deo.”

"Koopa's Revenge" will continue in the upcoming digital fanzine, produced by Sewer Zines and a truly super team of artists.

https://smb93zine.carrd.co/#

[whtaever]

[chef-blah]

You lilly-livered yellow-bellied eggsucking ratchet ass bafoon! A curse upon your descendents and a shame among your ancestors.

[hootenanie]

it's funny I think the... only? somewhat normal people in the whole vic and blood series are the gay couple vic buys amo from and gets drunk with in eggsucker. I'm not sure what if anything was being got at there because I don't think harlan ellison was someone who had partically progressive opinions of gay people

[onetwofeb]

I

tonight the gars on the trees are swords in the hands of knights the stars are like twenty-seven dancing russians and the wind is I am waving goodbye to the casket of my first mammy well that black cadillac drove right up to your front door and the chauffeur was death he knocked on the screen he said come on woman let’s take a ride he didn’t even give you time to spit he didn’t even let you take the iron out of your hair you said his fingernails was made of watermoccasin bones and his teeth was hollow he was a eggsucker you said he reached up under your dress and got the nation sack you said the conjure didn’t work he didn’t smell the salt in your shoes you said he came looking for you and you hid out in the house you waited for him with a butcher knife you asked him why not let the good times roll you wasn’t studying about kicking no bucket his tongue was a rattlesnake those sunglasses death wore I was talking to the pew of deacons they had white gloves on a midget collected ears on a piece of bob wire the black dog lifted his leg on the hubcap the wagon load of boots and banners was dumped in the bayou the chain gang drowned together in the flood the disguised butterfly the quivering masts when the hero returns. . . (1-24)

    So begins Frank Stanford’s living monument, the battlefield where the moon says I love you, a 15,000-plus line poem first published by Mill Mountain Press and Lost Roads Publishers (which Stanford founded) in 1977, the year before his untimely death.

[deploreble]

omnipotcnt replied to your post: lore has no reason to eat Anything he...

lore is an eggsucker, confirmed

you  act  like  this  is  news

[maddestmewmew]

but also anon know u are absolutely and completely right . eggsuckers will b like. aoughh i hate frontiers bc eggman was nice to this , very small child. how dare he care for anyone ever. hmmm maybe you should go expierience the joys of love and come back to me. i think eggman Should be a good dad actually. hes shown in other cannons to actually like. care for other people, like the whole sonic x thing i said earlier, he genuinely cares that cosmo dies, and later on he makes sure chris is like. able to both go home and say goodbye. i do NOT remember if he doesnanything sweet like that in past games bc its 5am and i havent slept but like. dude i genuinely love the idea of eggman being more than a flat character and totally being capable of loving his daughter.

so anyways actually thank u anon bc ive been wanting to talk about this.

Eggmans toxic side fanbase want him to remain evil and have no feeling of remorse or any connection he has any humanity left inside him. They want him evil to the be more evil and become pure evil. They need to get a life and connect with their real life familys and friends like Eggman is doing with Sage. Realizing how he is maturing to become a responsible adult than immature villainous manchild he became back then. Some parts of Eggman have him now consider valuing whats most important to him.

im sorry but what do you , want me to say to this even

[itunesbooks]

Blood's a Rover - Harlan Ellison

Blood's a Rover Harlan Ellison Genre: Sci-Fi & Fantasy Price: $9.99 Publish Date: June 4, 2018 Publisher: Subterranean Press Seller: Subterranean Press Harlan Ellison introduced you to Vic and Blood in 1969’s Nebula Award-winning novella, “A Boy and His Dog.” You thrilled to their on-screen adventures in the 1975 Hugo Award-winning feature film adaptation billed as “a kinky tale of survival.” 1977 and 1980 brought brief reunions in “Eggsucker” and “Run, Spot, Run,” and the promise of another story—and a third solo, Spike, to make the Dystopian Duo a Tribulation Trio—but only audiobooks and comics followed, revisiting the same tales. Now, nearly fifty years after they first set off across the blasted wasteland, Vic and Blood are back. Harlan Ellison and his editor, Jason Davis, have painstakingly assembled the whole story of Vic and Blood  and Spike from the author’s files, using revised-and-expanded versions of the novella and short stories, interstitial material developed for Richard Corben’s graphic adaptation, and—for the first time—never-before-published material from the aborted 1977 NBC television series  Blood’s a Rover  to tell the  complete  story of A Boy and His Dog, and a Girl who is tougher than the other two combined. And let’s not forget… the wit and wisdom of Blood. http://bit.ly/2IhGDAW

[1upmushrooms]

The First Rebel Chapter 6 (1up Deadfic)

Chapter 6: Into the Towers

After a mild bathroom break, the car was on the road again. The Rebel sat in the front seat and, as usual, was in deep thought:

I have to admit, even if it didn't work Koopa caught me offguard with whatever happened to Mark. I need to get my hands on that.

Mona was driving, Tyler was in the back sleeping, and Wario and Jimmy were in the back as well, talking about business. The rebel heard a slap and looked in the rear mirror to Wario grabbing Jimmy by his collar.

"What was all this bullshit about the company being good last time we talked?" Wario spat.

To his credit, Jimmy remained calm as he gracefully but firmly took Wario's hands off him.

"We all know how you act when bad news is brought to you. I didn't want to see newspapers reporting an escaped inmate getting drunk and punching bar patrons."

"How do long do you reckon I have before they shut me down?" Wario asked significantly calmer now,

"About a week," said Jimmy, "Maybe even less."

"Gah! How am I supposed to pay my debt in only a week, the price is so high it could take more than a month!"

"Do what you always do man."

"That won't work this time, they made sure of it remember?"

There was silence once more until Jimmy broke the ice: "Hey um, what was it like?"

"What, New York?" The Rebel asked,

"I thought it was called the other dimension or whatever-"

"The other realm" Wario said, "They call it the other realm. From what I saw it wasn't that different from here though."

"Besides the fact that it's a lot less violent and shitty," the Rebel said,

"Oh please, I'd say the crime and violence rate was only two or three percent less."

"Well, is the entertainment better?" Jimmy asked,

"Eh, we usually never had enough time to catch a flick. From what I saw, it was ok." Wario said, "but what's really odd is the way they do TV around there."

"What do you mean?"

The Rebel sat up and turned to the back seat once more,

"Well the thing is, whenever you swear on a television program they replace it with a sound or they just erase it entirely. Also, the TV guys tend to show little to no violence what so ever."

Jimmy got out a cigarette and replied: "So, you can show whatever the hell you want in movies, but on TV, you have to make family friendly crap?"

The Rebel sighed, "I didn't make the network standards Jimmy."

"I know, still why the hell do these people show violence in movies, but pretend it doesn't exist on TV?!"

"Well Jimmy, some people don't like to watch nothing but violence and cussing on TV." Tyler said quietly,

"Bullshit," Wario said, "I say the reason they censor that stuff on TV is because it's free."

"Oh I see," Jimmy said, "You have to pay to see the good stuff!"

"There have to be at least some nonviolent movies." Tyler replied,

"Hey kid," Wario said, "You wanna know who was asking your opinions?"

Tyler was silent until he responded shyly, "No one?"

This erupted a laugh from all but the Rebel.

"Wario, leave the kid alone." The Rebel said,

"What's with you all of a sudden anyway," Wario said, "the guy I know would've agreed with us and told the kid to shut up."

The Rebel started to defend himself but stopped dead in his tracks:

Holy shit, I have changed!

The Rebel remained quiet until Mona broke the ice this time,

"So what was it that you guys actually did?"

The Rebel released a sigh of relief and explained:

"We were basically agents of the king. We had to study the residents and other dimension overall. You know, what they ate, where they slept, how they lived through life, the climates, the land, all that."

"It must have been interesting," she said sarcastically,

"It actually was for the most part." The Rebel said earnestly, "Actually we got to learn of this peace religion called Catholicism."

"Catho-Relig-what?"

"It's a cult that worships this peace maker named Jesus Christ." Answered Wario, "It's like if you and I worshipped that singer Boo Didley as a god because he gave to the poor. "

"That's so odd. Why do they do that?" Mona's face showed legitimate intrigue now.

"Well, not everyone did, just a lot of them. I did like those Catholics though. " The Rebel smirked, "Mostly because they didn't try to kill us."

"Religion of peace huh?" Mona then gave a smirk as she took a look at Wario, "That's not something you dug huh honey?"

"Eh, all I learned was a few new curse words to use." Wario said, Tyler immediately looked at him, as if a light bulb had gone in his head.

"How come I haven't heard of it?" Tyler asked,

"You're not supposed to." The Rebel answered, "Once Wario and I told the king about Jesus and all, he immediately banned us from ever mentioning it. Doesn't want it to overtake his monarchy. Remember how red he looked Wario?"

"Oh yeah," Wario said, "Looked like he was choking on a damn peanut. Oh hey, remember the football game?"

"Oh right" the Rebel said while chuckling a little, "That was overblown as hell."

"What do you mean?" Mona asked,

"Ok so first of all," Wario began, "We have to wait two hours in a line of people. Then we see an entire jungle of shops and food stops and whatnot."

"Then, we finally go to the stadium or whatever it's called," The Rebel said, "But first we have to wait an hour or so because the players aren't ready. Then, we see guys in suits run around the arena and me and Wario think "Did we just pay seven dollars for this?" THEN, the residents stand up to sing some sort of national anthem as we just sit down, wondering what the hell is going on."

"So finally the game starts," Wario said, "It's basically guys running around trying to catch a diamond shaped ball while the guys suits run in the background. So him and me are watching the game as we both say:"

The Rebel and Wario both said: "This is just an excuse for people to beat the living shit out of each other."

"Really?" Mona said,

"We're not kidding." Wario said,

This time everyone joined in on the laughter. This New York place was strange as hell.

"Oh look" Mona said, "We're here."

Wait, what? Where are we?

The car stopped in front of two buildings. The newly built towers loomed over the giant city. The Rebel remembered when it was first being constructed. When he started out, the King's "humble" abode was just a couple of offices and a room or two hidden inside what looked like a department store. Then they got a taste of the buildings in New York, now the city is resembling that world more and more everyday. It was natural for the home of the King to resemble such a masterful piece of architecture. The Rebel personally perferred the original place but he was only an agent, scratch that, researcher for the king, it's not like his opinion mattered.

However, he couldn't decide what he should've been thinking about now. The fact that this was the first time in years since he's been near those towers or the fact that Mona had brought them there without any disguises!

"Are you out of your mind?!" he hissed in her ears,

"Don't worry, I got a friend here that'll help us."

When they all got out of the car, Mona was the first to actually go inside. After a few minutes of waiting and smoking on Jimmy's part, she came out with a black bag and, following her in pursuit was another woman who actually had a little bit in common with her. Both were pretty fine looking and had long red hair. The main difference was their eye colors and clothes. Mona wore a tight black suit while the other woman wore a blue jacket and dress.

"Boys," Mona said, "Meet Lena, Lena meet the boys."

"Hello," she sneered,

"Uh, how are you-" Wario began to say before Lena snapped at him,

"Listen here eggsuckers right now! I know who you are, what you did, and that you're wanted maniacs now the way I see it we can just stand here and keep chatting, or we can get busy and you can do whatever you want to do without me losing my job! Alright?"

The sudden burst of surprise captured everyone except her and the Rebel. He liked the direct approach. She began examining everyone.

"Alright you," she said pointing at the Rebel while taking his brown coat off, "Take this coat off and get a uniform from the bag."

After that she moved to Jimmy and Wario and said, "You men need to change completely!" as she handed them black jakcets, shirts, and pants. She looked at Mona, "I think you're just fine," she said while examining her closely "Though you may need a flamethrower to make them believe you're on duty." Then, she finally looked at Tyler and said, "We have a problem with this one. Kids aren't allowed inside the building unless they're related to royalty." She then looked at Mona, "Why exactly did you bring him anyway?"

She just scoffed at Lena and then glared at the Rebel as he mumbled, "Exactly what I said."

All Tyler did was shrug and say, "I can just stay outside in the car."

"No, no," Lena argued, "The guards'll eventually find you and may end up questioning you."

"Come on," the Rebel said, "the security here isn't that paranoid!"

She just looked at him, "They weren't, until you broke out."

"What the hell," He said, "I'm not after the King!"

"Then what are you here for?"

The Rebel almost said he was after Koopa but after Mona shook her furiously he just said, "We'll tell you later."

Lena just turned her attention back to Tyler and said, "Ok, how well can you hide?"

"One time, my mother couldn't find me for weeks."

"Ok," she then pointed to the car and said, "Hide in the car."

"Where?"

"Just on the floor!"

"You don't have to be mea-"

Lena then sternly put her hands on his shoulders and said, "Look, I'm trying to help and I can't help it if I'm mean or not. We don't have a lot of time left! Now go inside that car and hide where I said to!"

After Tyler did what he was told to, Jimmy and Wario had already changed behind a trash can, and they now looked like the members of a stereotypical secret agency. Lena then looked at the group now and said, "Alright you're ready now. Just follow me and you won't be in trouble."

Then, faster than a rocket launch, Lena had opened the door leading into the Towers. Now that everyone was in, the true plan had begun.

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Author’s Note: So yeah, up to now I was rolling with the idea that The Rebel was sort of on a redemption quest. Once he killed Koopa, he’d leave the dino dimension and leave in our world for the rest of his life. Of course by the next chapter I had come up with an entirely different characterization for the Rebel so now that whole line of The Rebel realizing he’s changed makes little sense.

The big conversation about Wario and the Rebel’s jobs was mostly written because I had finally gotten around to watching Quentin Tarantino’s movies. I loved his style and how he was able to captivate entire audiences even when his characters were just talking about (seemingly) random shit. Then came the fact that those conversation scenes were actually there to show you all you needed to know about these characters and how they worked and I was like “Hooly shiiit”. 

Looking back on the scene...it actually didn’t age as bad as other stuff from here. At the very least, it at least severed the purpose of explaining what The Rebel and Wario did during their time working for the king. It also built the world a little with how people reacted to the stuff we do in our world. So yeah, it wasn’t just random Seinfeldian conversation to pad the chapter out. It could’ve been worse actually, I actually planned on having them talk about The Exorcist and....well there’s a reason I cut it from the story.

Also, Lena’s not an original creation, she came from the movie. I do like how Wario and Jimmy just changed clothes between a few trash cans in public, like that would’ve completely hidden them.

[he-breathes-butterflies]

tonight the gars on the trees are swords in the hands of knights the stars are like twenty-seven russians and the wind is I am waving goodbye to the casket of my first mammy well that black cadillac drove right up to your front door and the chauffeur was death he knocked on the screen he said come on woman let’s take a ride he didn’t even give you time to spit he didn’t even let you take the iron out of your hair you said his fingernails was made out of water moccasin bones and his teeth was hollow he was a eggsucker

First ten lines from “The Battlefield Where the Moon Says I Love You” by Frank Stanford

[ceresoktavia]

OH HELL NO ...

This eggsucker’s been out harrassing writers with their rant fic left and right ... I really hope they’ll get their ass kicked by Ao3

Not Today Satan

Not Today

I have not spent all this time teaching myself to enjoy what I write

For another to try otherwise

NOT TODAY

[hootenanie]

I have! I like them both a lot, and they have their own strengths and weaknesses, but I think the movie is probably better than the novella (it doesn't include the short stories Eggsucker and Run, Spot, Run which I also really like, possibly more than the novella itself, so I'd recommend checking them out to). It's lighter in tone and generally less extreme but I think that actually lets it be more effectively horrifying, because the novella has a problem with reaching points where things are so dark and depraved that it's over the top and hard to take seriously. The movie also has the benefit of having more time to expand upon the underground and Quilla June, giving her an actual compelling personality and motivation (I was surprised to learn that it's generally considered more misgyonist than the novella, because personally I found it the other way around). I know there's a lot of critisism towards the change in ending, including from Harlan Ellison himself, but I haven't really had change to properly devolp an opinion on that myself yet.