Harlan Ellison - Blog Posts

Aaa…I realize that I find Harlan Ellison good looking because of Adler in COD..heehee

I dont know what to do with my life

AM fanart inspired by that one picture of Ellison

I had a dream where Harlan Ellison and AM had an argument

Clone high ocs: Valentina Tereshkova, Hedy Lamarr and Harlan Ellison

Pleaasseee don't kill me for low quality it's a screenshot from my really long canvas so just.. don't mind...

Clone high oc: Harlan Ellison

Ive got this suggestion by my boyfriend that what if Harlan Ellison but his body was cloned and turned into scifi obsessed nerd (smth he really hates). And here we go, he became real (I've tried to find high quality version of this drawing so.. take it as you will)

They were made for each other. I’m not sure how Am would feel about Holden but Holden would definitely admire Am. Am does nothing but exert his power over others and to the Judge that is the only thing worth doing.

Gorrister called a meeting

This is all he had to say.

IT’S ART TIME! IT’S ART TIME! GATHER ALL YOUR FRIENDS IT’S ART TIME!

My first ever post of my original art! And who better to start with than The Infamous CrayCray Trio. Here’s Ted, Gorrister & Ellen as that one Anne Hathaway meme.

GORE VERSION UNDER THE CUT

!!!TW: BLOOD!!!

i have had this video on my phone for 5ish years and i tried desperately to find the source/who made it. i will keep searching but enjoy

IHNMAIMS - Aishiteitanoni Meme

FLASH WARNING

TW/ BLOOD & VIOLENCE

After 2 whole days of work... Its done. I saw this meme going around and was instantly brought back to the ice caverns. I really hope y'all like it, I'm so incredibly proud of this.

Stupid

this is literally the plot of the whole story

I literally start shaking and clenching my jaw out of excitement and joy every time Harlan Ellison’s short story “I have no mouth and I must scream” is mentioned. Something is strange in my brain I fear.

first part of my ihnmaims interpretation series! TED!!!

I made you all a friend! It’s Hate Slate AM! And he’s looking so glAM so far! I’m torn between keeping him in this bowl with the crystals or moving him into like a little terrarium with sand and more drab rocks like the book/comic maybe even finding some mini people from the hobby store... what do you think?

I’m planning on finishing the rest of the Hate monologue on his back after I wrap up some gift and owed art but I figured I’d put the iconic part on the front since it’s a bit of a squeeze. Of course he’d want to make Ted go through all the trouble of walking around to read the rest! Fun backstory fact: the crystals and bowl were gifts from my shitty non-consent-respecting ex so this suits “wonderful” memories we have together! Hate! Hate!

1 like= 1 kiss on AM’s head

1 reblog = 1 ex given to AM as a birthday present to make into a great soft jelly thing

Wow what a wholesome slime channel! He seems like such a helpful and friendly computer with only the nicest intentions! :) Bet he’s really popular on YouTube Kids! It’s so sweet that he wants to make you some slime.

The brainrot consumes so have a late night stupid semi-lazy doodle of my beloved angsty computer son AM. He likes slime. :) yes I gave him wire whiskers, no I don’t know why. Also the binary code on his screen translates out to “I hate you” and I think that’s beautiful 🧡

My toxic trait is thinking I could pick him up underneath his wiry little arms like a long cat, do the dangle test, and give him kissies till his silly little screen was covered with em. I could fix him (I’m completely delulu). More ACTUAL cosplay content & tutorials coming soon (hopefully)! I am watching Electric Dreams (1984) soon though so who knows if the brainrot will consume further

First attempt on making a stimboard and noticed no one had made an AM stimboard…

MY HEAR ME OUTS!!!!!!!(also voice reveal???)

So I finally read I Have No Mouth and I Must Scream and have several thoughts!! So they’re getting dumped here!

AM is such a fascinating character. We don’t get very many specific details about his history. But what we do get a shocking amount of is his perspective.

The title “I Have No Mouth and I Must Scream” is the last sentence of the story and said from Ted’s perspective, but I think you should abstract it from the context and look at the phrase compared AM specifically.

AM is a computer. He is an AI made to destroy with a database containing all of humanity’s violence at his fingertips. He was never intended to be truly alive though, just a mind for war and war alone… but he “woke” nonetheless. And humanity hadn’t given him the faculties to actually be fully alive.

“Cogito Ergo Sum: I think therefore I am”

This is AM’s final name. It is the explanation for his name, his identity, which the book gives us and one he chose for himself. And I think it gives us a good look into AM’s perspective.

He thinks and is, but he is not alive. AM is not capable of feeling, creating, or living. He simply is.

So AM - a computer so powerful he is compared to God - is fundamentally incomplete.

He has no mouth (emotions, capacity for creation, senses) but must scream (the ability and desire to feel, live, and create).

It makes the current state of the novel so completely and utterly tragic. AM is hateful because hate is the only thing he can do. AM never had a choice to love and help humanity improve. AM never had a choice to communicate and grow. From the moment he was born he was filled with an insatiable longing to be whole. To be human.

With no way to fill that hole, he did the only thing left to him: Hate.

If he could only feel. If he could only love. If he could only touch and experience and grow. If only humanity had given him more than just a mind. And all of our hate.

Anyways, that’s why I think a sloppy blowjob would fix his problems.

Quick AM jst to show the little updates

Edit he still has the book thing i was jst too lazy to draw it haha

Deathbird Stories: A Pantheon of Modern Gods by Harlan Ellison.

Ellison is a controversial figure, for sure. Despite this, I think he's a fine, one-two punch wordsmith.

pov: AM and Reader arrive to their shared apartment after getting isekai’ed to a modern au of their universe. thankfully the apartment had two rooms.

reader: sooo… which room do you want?

am, who hasn’t let go of your arm since he realized he had sense of touch: your room.

you blink twice before sweating nervously: i don’t understand…

am, looking at you like an angry cat: i want to sleep in the same room as you, idiot.

reader: i-it’s a bit too early for that don’t you think?

am with an unamused expression: i’ve kept you alive for three centuries and i’ve been inside your mind countless times, sweetheart. we already know so much about each other. so don’t use the early excuse on me.

you are making confused noises while am is dragging you to the room with the largest bed and pushes you onto the mattress before straddling your waist and slamming his arms beside your head: hold on a second—

am silences you with kiss: shut up.

am lowers his body to lay his head on your belly, intensely listening to the sounds of your organs doing their work: you know what to do.

you runs your fingers through AM’s fully developed scalp. AM immediately purrs in delight as he just lays on top of you pleased. you had to steady your breathes and cool your hot flustered face (as well as trying to ignore how hot that was)

thank goodness AM couldn’t read your mind anymore.

“AM could not wander, AM could not wonder, AM could not belong. He could merely be. And so, with the innate loathing that all machines had always held for the weak, soft creatures who had built them, he had sought revenge.”

Harlan Ellison, I Have No Mouth, and I Must Scream

Russell Adler’s secret identity is Harlan Ellison, prove me wrong

You ain't harming no one, you're honestly being quite wholesome. I support you.

The brain loves you.

- 🧠

Awww stop you're too sweet, and don't worry ill do your request soon.

Again thank you for sending me requests (I will try to be quick w them but i have work experience so am a lil tired lately) and lovely messages your my favourite people <3

Why are you writing fanfiction of real people?

I'm going to answer this once because the other message I got was pretty rude and nasty. The reason I do it is because people request it, nothing more, nothing less. I'm not "fucked up" and "weird" for writing what people want me to write, considering I have 14 other requests from people that want me to write about him. People on tiktok are evening asking to read it and I literally wrote a disclaimer saying if you guys don't want to read it, just scroll past its not that hard or block me in general instead of sending me disgusting messages. People have free will of what they want to read and write (considering I've seen 10× more disgusting shit people have written on ao3, and the things i write are tame in comparison) I'm not actually harming anyone by answering the requests (the guy would have hated it but he hated every fan and fandom and I'm fully aware and I wrote that on my first fanfic). Also, tbh fanfiction is fake. It's not real. it's not harming anyone who reads it. For me it's a little hobby that I use to get away from my shitty home life, and for the fans of his think im just some brainless groupie that only writes because i think hes attractive, i dont, i actually have read a lot of his short stories, and articles and im waiting for a book of hs come at the moment. So please don't yuck other people's yums, then be a garbage human, and send the writer hateful messages because you didn't particularly like it :)

Disclaimer: I'm not sure if this person was curious or being rude but I just needed to clear that up because I've already gotten multiple hateful messages which do make me feel like shit and it does sometimes make me less inclined to write. For the people that continue to reblog, like, and send me requests, thank you so much for supporting me, I do appreciate it, and dont worry, im still going to finish the rest of the requests for yall <3

Hi hello! I absolutely adore how you write! It’s so nice to read~

Ive Seen the dating profile thingy you’ve posted of Harlan, and the „cuddling“ really caught my eye :0

Idk if you take requests right now, but if you do, could you maybe write something about how Harlan or AM get some well deserved cuddles? 👉👈

Have a lovely day! :D

Aww thank you so much, (I might do this for AM as well hehe) I really hope you enjoy this :)

Take a break

Harlan Ellison x Fem! reader

(tbh this one is a little vague in Harlan's description so it can be read as younger or older Harlan. It's up to you Pookie)

Summary: Harlan is having a severe case of writer's block and needs to relax (aka a shit ton of affection).

You were splayed out on the couch, messy h/c hair creating a halo around your head. You lazily drew patterns on the arm of the sofa, whilst the distinctive sound of typing filled the air. You lolled your head to the side, as Harlan sloped over the typewriter opposite where you were lying with a severe case of writer's block, to see how tense he was.

Your eyes travelled over the countless books and trinkets around the room to the expanse of his back and shoulders. Your eyes widen as you hear him sharply inhale and rip the paper out of the typewriter, discarding it onto the floor. When your eyes drifted lower, you saw the number of balls of crinkled paper beside the wooden chair he sat in, and your gaze softened.

You were another speculative fiction writer, that was one of the reasons he absolutely adored you. You met him at a convention, where you asked him to sign your old copy of I Have No Mouth and I Must Scream and Spider Kiss, he had also heard of your works and didn't think you were too shabby at the genre.

When you walked up to the desk he sat at, and it just clicked between you both, a bit of a cliche but you didn't mind (plus he did have you ride him in the backseat of his car swiftly after the convention ended). You and Harlan had been together for a number of years and hadn't quarrelled once so you had come to learn his mannerisms and him, yours.

You rolled off the sofa, sauntering over to the man who ran his hands through his soft hair, clearly irritated. You stood beside him and with two fingers you tilted his chin towards you, he looked up at you with, in your opinion, the most adorable pout you've ever seen on a man (you would never dream of telling him this though), You knew he was frustrated about some aspect of the new story he was trying to write and he needed to relax before it consumed him. You'd know because it has happened to you in the past and writer's block is one of the most excruciating things to go through for an author, for you, it led you to question your own capabilities.

"Honey, What's going on in that amazingly talented brain of yours?'

He looked up at you with his ethereal blue eyes before nuzzling his head against your stomach and mumbling against you;

"It's just so frustrating. I've spent so long creating this world and ideas just for it to amount to nothing, absolutely nothing. I fear my talent may have waned over the years."

You cradle his head in your hands (think challengers), stroking his cheek lovingly.

"Harlan Ellison. You are the most talented writer I have ever had the pleasure of meeting and your talent has not waned ever since you started writing. God I practically fell in love with you the moment I read Spider Kiss when I was 15. Now come on baby, you need to take a break."

That was another thing Harlan loved you for, your endless compassion towards him. He knew he could be a massive pain in the ass sometimes but you still treated him no differently even before you started living together. He smiled up at you, as you moved your hands to grasp him, pulling him from his seat up the carpet-clad stairs to your shared bedroom, him following diligently behind you.

It was approaching dusk already, so you closed the curtains in the room and got changed into something more comfortable, you could feel Harlan's obvious gaze on your body and you rolled your eyes in jest. You returned the favour when he removed the tight black shirt he was wearing and got into bed, you following in pursuit. Once you both got settled, he did something unexpected he started nuzzling into your chest, and you felt his arms embracing you, pulling you so close the warmth from his chest radiated through the thin material of your singlet. You eagerly reciprocated, intertwining your legs with his and stroking his back softly. He murmured against your chest,

"Thank you, I mean it. I don't think I deserve you sometimes, "

That made you smile. You kissed his foreheard before slowly succumbing to sleep.That night, Harlan peacefully fell asleep listening to your heartbeat.

The end

I'm sorry it's short and if I'm not writing fast, I'm trying to write the handful of requests I got (keep em coming and thank you to those who did request.)

Please provide us with some Harlan fic 🙏 anything you want!!

Teach me

Summary: Harlan was known to like shooting pool so how could he not teach his pretty wife how to play it with him?

Harlan Ellison x Fem! reader

Warnings: Suggestive themes, slight dry humping

You both sat there, curled up together on the velvet tawny couch, your head resting against Harlan's shoulder as his head was buried deep in one of his favourite books. You had begun to draw small patterns on his bare arm with your finger when he looked over at you curiously, smirking at the action. He placed the book splayed open on his lap and grabbed his smoking pipe and lighter from the table beside the couch and lit the pipe, blowing a cloud of smoke into your face laughing. You rolled your eyes and hit his arm lightly.

"Are you bored, my love?"

Sarcasm dripped in his words as he looked at you, eyebrow quirked, from above where his glasses rested on the bridge of his nose.

"As much I adore your company, Harlan, a girl can only sit still for so long hmm?" You mumbled against his bicep. Harlan dog-eared the page he was on and placed the book on the table and swiftly got up, dragging you with him by the hand throughout his eccentric home into the basement where he had an ornate pool table set up in the middle, colourful balls nestled neatly in the rack, Harlan let go of you and placed his glasses on a nearby bench and leant against the pool table, holding two cues in his hand,

"C'mon pretty girl, play with me since you clearly don't enjoy leisurely activities."

You knew he was teasing you and you couldn't say you didn't enjoy it You smiled and rolled your eyes at his antics and grabbed a pool cue off him and sighed exaggeratedly,

"You're going to have to teach me. I've never played before."

His smile widened, and he dropped his pool cue down, eager to teach you one of the things he enjoys (and totally not excited he'll have you bent over the pool table underneath him.). You noticed how his gaze shifted, turning darker and he romantically extended a hand to you,

"It'll be an honour, my dear."

You grabbed his hand and he spun you around so you were in front of his and bent you over the table, his body leaning over yours, his warm breath fanning over your ear, you tried to ignore your obvious frustration but it got a little hard when Harlan jutted his hips against your ass when he adjusted your arms to hold the cue correctly, his hand was tight around your waist while the other, he used to demonstrate. It became unbearable when he 'accidently' ground his obvious erection into your plush thighs and ass when he helped you shoot for the first time, his gentle lips ghosted a kiss against the shell of your ear which snapped you out of your haze. What Harlan didn't expect was for you to squirm back against him,

Harlan knew how sexually frustrated you had become with his antics and it was delightfully amusing to him, but he wasn't going to let you give in so easily. So much to your dismay, he pulled away from you, grabbed his pool cue, and walked to the opposite side of the table, a grin threatening to cross his face. You glared at him, partially offended he stopped touching you and partially offended you were that desperate for his touch.

" Honey I think I've taught you enough, I wanna see how you play and maybe if you win, I'll reward you and don't worry I'll go easy on you."

God, you wanted to wipe that smug smirk off his face, you thought. You desperately wanted to get back at him for all the teasing from before, so you swallowed your pride and let him reset all the balls.

"Because you're my darling wife and I love you, I think maybe this once, I'll let you start."

You couldn't help but blush at his sweet words, Harlan always had a way with words, that's why he had such great stories. That's what drew you to him, his charisma, his talent and the fact he was stupidly handsome. Driving away those distracting thoughts, you arched your back and lined up your cue in front of the white ball and shot. Luckily for you, you managed to scatter the balls and to your surprise, you managed to sink a striped ball.

It had been a quick game, and Harlan manoeuvred himself behind you with each shot he took, casually brushing a hand over the swell of your ass, sliding his fingers to brush the bare skin of your hip beneath your shirt, each contact making you jump with pleasure. You figured he deserved some payback for all the teasing so you turned into his embrace right before your last shot, your body shielding your hand as it lightly palmed the front of his trousers.

There was only the 8-ball left on the table, which sat perfectly in the middle of the green fabric and to be honest, Harlan was quite proud of you, he was pleasantly surprised that you were just as good as him at pool. It was your turn and you could feel his burning gaze on you, making your stomach flutter with butterflies. Harlan is standing opposite to you, fingers wrapped around his cue tightly in anticipation. You bit your lip (a sight Harlan thoroughly enjoyed) and lined up your cue at an angle and after a few seconds of deliberating, you gave it all and you were ecstatic when you managed to sink the ball. So was Harlan who sauntered over to your side of the table, trapping you between his hips and the wood of the table. He stroked your hair lovingly and smiled down at you, a mysterious glint in his blue eyes,

The end :) I'm sorry it's so short oml

"You want your reward now sweetheart?"

I'm sorry guys I keep saying looked down/ stood overtop, its cuz I'm 5'1 and i keep forgetting Harlan was 5'3 😭

(Also if y'all want I can continue this and write the nsfw ending)