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Fritz Leiber - Conjure Wife. New York: Award Books, 1974.
Cover art by Jeffrey Catherine Jones.
#fritz leiber#jeffrey catherine jones#conjure wife#burn witch burn#night of the eagle#weird woman#horror books#horror art#vintage paperbacks#classics
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i know she's occupying her time while waiting for someone to stumble upon her lurking in halls and corridors
#valak#the conjuring#the nun#artists on tumblr#my art#valak conjuring#the conjuring universe#horror#valak the nun#i have so many theories she's about to be my oc do not steal idc she got done so dirty#more on this story as it develops#oexenart#literally! my wife
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The reason the fake dating trope works so well for buddie is because even canonically they are both that brand of fucking stupid where they think it’d actually work
#buddie#911 abc#this was conjured from me binge reading fake dating fics for the last 3 days#between tia pepa#and whatever the hell he’s doing with all these women#eventually Eddie is just gonna crack#buck: we should totally pretend to date each other#Eddie (minutes away from a breakdown after getting caught dating his dead wife): absolutely
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Secrets of the well (Reader x Ed Warren)
Requested by: @slowlyghostlydream, Forever tag:@missmelodramatic, @merlin-dahlia, @alex--awesome--22 @elllie-does-the-posts, @floatlosers, @merlieve, @queen-of-books, @glimmering-darling-dolly@denkisclown, @wildieflower, @meyocoko, @bubblybrianna, @justanothercoco@subjecta13-thefangirl, @m-rae23, @harleyquinnswifeyfrfr, @swampthing07, @melsunshine
Summary: You and Ed have been married for a while now & take on a case about a young boy. (ps. I didn't do a full on case as that would require me to like write sooo many pages haha)
The suitcase clicked shut as you took a deep breath. A pair of hands moving up your arm to your shoulders. It made you inhale deeply, leaning your head back. A presence neared as the touch of lips in your neck, tickled you. You slowly turned around, facing your husband Ed. – “What is the matter love?” – he asked wrapping his arms around you. As a reaction you shrugged a shoulder. – “I’m not sure.” – you responded.
Ed grabbed you by the chin, titling it up so that you were forced to look at him. – “Tell me.” – he insisted upon, knowing very well what kind of life he was leading with you. You took another deep breath, something uncertain reflecting in your eyes. – “It is just… a feeling…” – you said cautiously. – “A feeling?” – Ed repeated with half a smile. Rolling with your eyes, you moved away from him. – “No, no wait honey!” – he called out, grabbing for your hand to pull you back. He had it, moving you back in front of him.
“I didn’t mean it like that.” – he said tugging some hair behind your ear. He brought your hand up, looking teasingly at you whilst leaving a kiss there. – “Please… tell me.” – he stared yearningly at you, hoping he hadn’t been too much of an ass just now. You sighed hard, chest falling with the intensity of your breath. – “It is just a feeling I can’t shake off.” – you told him nervously.
Ed smiled sympathetically at you. – “Maybe I should go alone?” – he said not wanting to put you in any danger. – “God no!” – you cursed with a glare. – “We are in this together Ed. It is you and me or nothing at all.” – you reminded him with a firm poke in his chest. Ed laughed loud. – “You and me darling.” – he smiled before kissing your cheek. He reached around you for the suitcase, taking it with him from the bed. You took a deep breath, staring at the window for a moment.
Letting your hand rub over your neck, you stared yourself lost at the glass. Caught up with your own thoughts as they whispered loudly in the back of your mind. – “Y/n!” – hearing your name made you snap out of it. Turning your head, you saw Ed stand in the doorway. – “Are you coming love?” – he questioned. You nodded, taking your coat from the table, and heading down with him. Ed was carrying the heavy suitcase up to the car.
Opening the trunk to stash it there. You stepped onto the driveway up to the car. Ed greeted a neighbor before closing the trunk. You moved your hand to your neck, feeling the cross necklace underneath it. You took it between your fingers, rubbing it softly. You then walked over to Ed who held the car door open for you. He started the car, driving off.
You were looking outside of the window. Following the passing of the car as Ed drove past the town’s sign. Suddenly the music on the radio stopped, only static coming through. – “Stupid radio.” – Ed called out, turning on the knob to switch between stations. You stood with wide eyes, staring at the radio as out of each station kept coming static. Ed didn’t seem to be bothered with it. – “Ah!” – he said finally finding a station that played music again.
As quickly as it came, it was gone. You looked at your husband who was tapping his fingers on the wheel on the rhythm of the song. For some reason it didn’t bother him. To you it felt like a bad omen. As much of a bad omen as the feeling snuggling deep inside of you. You must have fallen asleep cause the next thing you remember is Ed nudging you awake. – “We are here darling.” – he whispered as you slowly sat yourself better. Looking outside you saw the light outside had darkened.
Changing into a vibrant orange as the sun was setting. Ed and you got out of the car, eyes focused on the house seemingly in the middle of nowhere. No neighboring houses nearby. The door opened as a lady got in sight. Ed and you walked up to greet her. – “You must be Ms. Field.” – Ed spoke, shaking her hand. – “And you Ed and Y/n Warren?” – she responded, shaking your hand. – “We are.” – you answered. Ms. Field led you inside.
You admired her interior. Not too fancy, not too simple. Just ordinary. She guided you towards the living room where you saw Mr. Field and their two children. – “Honey, these are Ed and Y/n Warren.” – She said as her husband got up. – “Nice to meet you.” – Ed said, shaking hands with him. You smiled, suddenly drawn downwards. The youngest of the children, a boy clutched onto his father’s leg. You tilted your head a bit to the side with a warm smile. – “Hello.” – you said. The child tilted his head equally to the side, staring right back at you.
His eyes widened briefly with mischief. He brought a finger to his lips, quietly shushing you. It made you swallow nervously. The young boy curling up a smile. You diverted your gaze to the father and the daughter. You noticed how afar she stood from her father and the little boy. Her hands folded neatly in front of her. Gaze locked onto your husband. Ms. Field offered for you to sit. Ed and you sat down. Ed jumped back up, taking out a toy from underneath him. – “Sorry.” – Mr. Field said taking the toy train from him. – “No problem at all.” – Ed responded, checking behind him to be certain there weren’t any more toys up to surprise him.
Mr. Field ordered the children to go play upstairs to leave the grown-ups to do the talking. You kept a watchful eye on the youngest boy. Something seemed off about him. He looked over his shoulder to you with the coldest glare you had anyone ever seen you give. His chin tilted down with a cold stare.
It made you shudder. If it wasn’t for Ed taking your hand, you might have trembled to the bone. You and him shared a glance. You alright? He mouthed. You nodded reassuringly, holding his hand tighter. As usual Ed began with a set of questions. He needed information to know what kind of problem he was looking upon. Poltergeist? Lost spirits? Demons? He needed to know for sure to know what kind of approach he should take on.
Your gaze went upwards to the ceiling, knowing the children were playing upstairs. Ed and you jumped out of the sofa when the girl came running downstairs with screams. Mr. and Ms. Field getting up as well. The girl stormed into the room, holding her wrist. – “Mariana what happened?” – the father asked. – “Michael bit me!” – she cried out, showing her finger to her father. Ed and you approached. Ed’s eyes widened at the clear bitemarks around her finger. – “Michael!” – Ms. Field called out angry.
You looked up to the staircase, seeing Michael sit by the railing in clear darkness. No light falling onto that spot. He smiled, yet not with a smile of his own. His shoulders shuddering with laughter. If you focused it was almost as if you could hear an older voice laugh. It was there and then that your suspicions around the boy became clear. He was the cause. Ed helped aid Mariana’s finger with care.
Ed and you went to your hotel nearby. Ed sat by the small table, looking through some notes. – “Ed honey…” – you said worryingly. – “It’s the kid.” – he answered to your surprise. It made you widen your eyes that he was spot on without even hearing your words. He turned round in his chair to you. He took a deep breath. – “I could tell by your reactions something was off. It wasn’t till the bite, that I pinned two and two together.” – he said, getting up to join you on the bed. – “Ed darling, I think we aren’t talking about some silly hauntings anymore.” – you spoke with concern.
He nodded, brushing his thumb against your cheek. –“I know…I believe we are at demonic possessions.” – he sighed out, wishing it hadn’t been true. You took his hand, rubbing your fingers smoothly over his skin. Ed and you crawled into bed, giving each other a goodnight kiss. You turned to the side as Ed wrapped his arms around you. Snuggling very close to you. – “Good night darling.” – he mumbled falling half asleep.
“Good night…” – you whispered, staring right in front of you. The darkness in the hotel room gave you an eerie feeling. As if you were to expect something. Aware of your own heart beating loudly in your ear. Taking your cross necklace in your hand, you finally closed your eyes.
Somewhere in the night, you were tossing and turning your head on your pillow. Laying on your back. Ed’s arms nowhere around you. A sense of frightens crawling up to you. Starting from the toes up till your shoulders. Like long fingers it stretched over your body with the slightest of tingle. Your hand plopped to the side. Brows furrowing together in your sleep as you felt something wet. It was sticky as it wettened the back of your hand. It made you widen your eyes. Sitting up straight, you brought your hand up to your eyes.
Yet it was too dark to distinguish what it was. Bringing your hand even closer to you, you took a sniff. Eyes widening at the familiar smell of blood. In a panic, you tossed over, fidgeting to turn on the nightlamp. In a second lighted the hotel room up. The wetness on your hand suddenly clear. The red stain staring luringly back at you. It was dark and seemed fresh. Furrowing your brows once more, you felt a wetness by your side. Staining your nightgown. You looked to the side; a scream caught in your throat. It trapped itself deep down your throat. Blooded hand moved trembling to your mouth upon the horrors.
Eyes were widened so far it hurt your eye muscles. You wanted to scream, cry, vomit at the sight. Ed. Your dear Ed, laying lifeless beside you. His throat slit, laying in a pool of his own blood. Body shuddered as a scream found it’s way out. A cry in pure agony. You grabbed Ed’s shoulders, pulling at him. – “Ed!” – you cried out in a panic. – “No…no please… don’t leave me! I need you Ed!” – you screamed, tears streaming down your face.
His eyes flashed open. Pure as white making you jump back. Eyes snapped open, making you look to the side. A sigh of relief hitting you as you saw your husband breathing peacefully with his face towards you. It was but a dream…no not a dream, a nightmare. You shot up, needing a moment to process the dream that felt so vivid. You screamed again, seeing the little boy stand in your hotel room, surrounded by darkness. His white teeth reflecting through the darkness.
Eyes widening, you shot awake with a loud gasp. Having risen from your sleeping position. Ed shot awake as well. – “Y/n! what’s wrong?” – he immediately stood in defense mode, looking around. You were panting. Sweat dripping down your back and neck. You looked at Ed, bursting in tears. He wrapped his arms around you, cherishing you. – “It is alright… whatever you saw it is gone…” – he told you, tightening his grip around you.
You kept crying, pinching Ed in his cheek. – “Au.” – he called out humorously. – “What was that for?” – he asked. – “To be certain you are real.” – you responded. – “I am real.” – he said seeing how scared you were. You laid your head against his chest, snuggling up to him. How was this possible? You thought for sure you had already woken up… twice. Could it be? A dream within a dream?
The next morning you were wary to go back inside the house and be confronted with the child. There was no doubt it somehow tried to scare you. You staid close to your husband while he swept the house with his device. You followed him around like a stray pup rewarded with treats. Ed and you were in Michael’s bedroom. Ed knelt down by the bed as he let his device sweep over the matrass. – “Are you searching for ghosts?” – you turned your head seeing Mariana stand in the doorway. Ed turned to look worriedly up to you. – “I know what you are.” – she said staying in the doorway.
“Can…can you rid my brother of this evil?” – she asked fumbling with her hands. Ed and you looked at each other as he slowly rose. – “That… that isn’t my brother anymore. He’s different. I can feel it. He’s scary…” – Mariana confessed. – “He should’ve never…” – her lip started to tremble. – “I told him to leave it… but he wouldn’t listen…” – she cried out desperately. – “What? What did you tell him Mariana?” – Ed asked curiously. – “The token.” – she whimpered out.
You rushed over to her, calming her. You looked worriedly over at Ed. Ed nodded agreeing with you. – “Tell me about this token Mariana.” – you asked brushing her hair back. Mariana shuddered with tears. – “It was… round… hay woven around it as it stuck out at several points… like a star.”- she explained. – “It…it had some hairs woven between the hay… hair with red tips…” – she continued.
Ed looked frantically at you. – “Where did you find this?” – he asked. Mariana moved a trembling finger at the window. Making Ed and you look. – “The well.” – she said shaking. – “Show us.” – Ed demanded gently. You helped Mariana up to her feet. The three of you went downstairs to the front door. Mariana guided you around the house, far onto the property. By an old willow tree stood indeed a stone well. The leaves of the willow rustling carelessly in the absence of wind. Mariana came to a sudden halt, not wanting to come any closer.
Ed approached the well as you staid by Mariana’s side. – “Y/n, come!” – he called out. You let go of Mariana, giving her an encouraging nod before joining your husband. – “It’s boarded up.” – he told you. The pit of the well was indeed boarded up with wooden planks. –“Father did it!” – Mariana called out. – “After Michael had fallen in.” – Ed hummed loud. – “How could anyone have fallen in?” – you whispered to him. – “Unless something lured him in?” – Ed added thoughtfully. – “We have to open this up.” – he said as you put a stop to him.
“Are you certain? Perhaps things are best left untouched. We do not want to open Pandora’s box.” – you responded with concern. Ed placed a warm hand on yours that laid on his arm. – “Darling, we must… to understand Pandora’s box, we must open it.” – he said. You exhaled deep, taking a step back. – “Where is the shed?” – he asked Mariana. She pointed at the side as Ed made his way over to it. You staid with Mariana, moving your arm around her. – “What are you doing?”
You gasped spinning around. Eyes widening at Michael near you. He tilted his head to the side, looking past you to the well. He narrowed his eyes at you. – “Michael…” – you said eyeing the shed. He turned his head, seeing Ed come out of the shed holding a sledgehammer. His eyes widened. – “No!” – a loud voice came through, not sounding like his. You gasped when Michael ran up to you with claw like hands. He grabbed you firmly pushing you up against the well.
Your back arched when you hovered over the wooden planks. Michael grabbing you firmly. His face contracted with pure anger. He started shouting and cursing in a language you did not understand. His eyes darkened as for a moment you saw his face physically take on another shape. Something monstrous. It made you scream loud as it tried to keep pushing you onto the wooden planks, so you’d break through and fall. Mariana was screaming and crying.
It kept raging on, black goriness dripping down his mouth. You kept shaking your head to not have it fall onto your lips. – “Y/n!” – Ed screamed out, running over to you. He knocked Michael in the back with the handle of the sledgehammer. His grip faltered on you. Ed grabbed your arm, pulling you off the well. – “Are you alright love?” – he asked holding your hand firmly. You nodded shaken. Ed furrowed his brows, wiping some blackness of your cheek.
You wrapped your arms around him. Ed looked concerned down at Michael unconscious. The claim was firm on him. It wouldn’t be an easy job to release Michael from the demon taking possession of him. Ed kissed your cheek; glad you are unharmed. For that was his biggest worry. If you had fallen through the wooden planks, you could’ve broken your neck and lie dead at the bottom.
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my favorite pic to ever exist btw
#the conjuring#ed and lorraine warren#lorraine warren#pinterest#favorite pic#moodboard#hey my wife and i saw you from across the bar
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actual photo of drunk lila ‼️
#i could write essays about this scene#also drunk lila is adorable#she’s so silly#i want to wrap her up in a blanket#and give her a big glass of water#i also adore kell in this scene#the way he trades his boots for hers#and covers her mouth so she doesn’t wake the ship#and the immaculate ‘my wife is an idiot but i would die for her’ energy#also irrelevant to the post but i’m writing a christmassy fic with kellila and rhylucard and it’s gonna be the fluffiest shit ever#anyway#adsom#a darker shade of magic#shades of magic#kell maresh#lila bard#a conjuring of light#delilah bard#kellila#the fragile threads of power
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i have been thinking about how vader and nevermore start getting close btw i think um. to be honest i think vader realizes they can see into the past and see visions of padmé and starts to view nevermore as like. the final way to see his dead wife. so he starts to get attached. which isn't the most normal way to start developing feelings for someone but yknow whatever works.
#there's definitely a point where he realizes he likes them as like a human being and has to recontextualize his whole shit.#but initially it's for sure like okay you can conjure visions of my dead wife the fact that you press your forehwad to mine and-#we nuzzle our faces together during it is just like a normal and necessary step of the process.#it grants nevermore that. like. level of security and special treatment i feel is necessary before they can really start bonding on a-#deeper level... for the type of s/i i have at least.#gush:{🩻}
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i'm just gonna spend all my time objectifying peter parker now sorry not sorry
(just kidding😂😂)
(or am i??? 🤔)
#there's no deeper meaning to the trophy wife crop top i just thought it would be cute#and in-line with peter's several ''gag gift'' shirts. right. a joke peter. totally. 😉#nadiart#fanadiart#peter parker#rough art#spiderman#the most iconic ANIMAL crop top of course and also his red seduction briefs#everything else mostly conjured out of my imagination#i just wanted to draw some crop tops#i'll mark this mature since the one on the right was drawn with 100% intention of sex appeal and nothing else
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Usually we can heal quickly from headspace injuries but today during a dream my arm broke and since then the opposite arm on our body HURTS whenever I front. It's in a cast and sling but what the FUCK our headspace does the dumbest shit to us
#I WAS HIT BY A COUCH#LIKE GMOD STYLE#jol.txt#txt#COOKIE CONJURED LIKE 80 COUCHES THE OTHER DAY TO TRY TO FIND SOMEONE#AND THEY'RE STILL BOUNCING AROUND#I LOVE MY WIFE I JUST DID NOT EXPECT THIS
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The way I just realized Patrick Wilson has been putting in the work in the horror movie industry for over a decade. That man hasn't seen a single year out of work and I'm all for that
#mans been cashing that horror movie check for over a decade#just realized the first insidious movie came out in 2010 and the first conjuring in 2013#hes been working on both every few or so years ever since.#he could lit never do another movie again and we'd still know him as that one hot horror dilf who almost killed himself and his family#AND as a hot (also dilf) religious paranormal investigator who wore matching fits with his wife#and i love that for him
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Sequel to The Nun coming out in September, very excited!!!!!
#I’m rewatching the conjuring movies now#I watched the nun first and then the first conjuring film#and I’d seen them both before but it was so weird to be introduced to frenchie as the comedic relief/romantic interest in the nun#and then flip to the conjuring where it was like ‘frenchie was sexually abused and tortured by his father as a child and killed his wife#before turning the gun on himself. he was emotionally troubled which made him vulnerable to possession’#like girl my Frenchie? the frenchie with the one liners?#anyway it looks from the trailer pike frenchies back in the nun II so I’m excited to hopefully see them fill in the gap between the nun and#the conjuring#and I also love taissa farmiga
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THE WIFE CAME HOME
THIS IS NOT A DRILL
THE WIFE COME HOME
#[📂] — voice from under the bed#endorphin go BRRRRRRRR#so happy that I thought I was going to cry /pos /hj#panna Cotta I do not know what you conjured but THANK YOU <3333#80!!! 80!!!#wife;;;;;#<333333#elysia literally brought me crystals from reality so that I could pull her out I love her so much the best girl#hhhhhhhhh#... my mood instantly became so high; I'm too sensitive </333
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Another belated one year anniversary post(Angelic Qilin's anniversary date is August 30th)
Kaylan is telling Irene that she wants to get a cannoli from the nearby cafe >3
#sister kaylan#kaylan#sister irene#irene palmer#irene x kaylan#angelic qilin#the nun#the nun 2#self ship#self sona#🩸#my art#she has been on my mind lately ahhhh i love my girlfriend my wife#the conjuring#the conjuring universe
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Burn, Witch, Burn | Episode 411
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Burn, Witch, Burn | Episode 411
Jim reflects on a classic tale of witchcraft based on Fritz Leiber Jr;s novel “Conjuring Wife” – 1962’s “Burn, Witch, Burn,” starring Janet Blair, Peter Wyngarde, Margaret Johnston, Anthony Nicholls, Colin Gordon and Reginald Beckwith. With a screenplay written by Richard Matheson and Charles Beaumont and directed by Sydney Hayers, the film centers around the wife of a young college professor who uses spells and incantations to protect her husband from jealous co-workers. Find out more on this episode of MONSTER ATTACK!, The Podcast Dedicated To Old Monster Movies.
#1962 film about witchcraft#Anthony NichollsColin Gordon#Burn Witch Burn#Charles Beaumont#Conjuring Wife#ESO Network#Fritz Leiber Jr#Janet Blair#Jim Adams#Margaret Johnston#Monster Attack!#Night Of The Eagle#Old Monster Movie#Peter Wyngarde#Podcast#Reginald Beckwith#Richard Matheson#SydneyHayers#The ESO Network
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Honestly he is kinda serving
#I do not care about the conjuring and my wife says I saw this movie though I have no recollection of doing so or seeing him#but I love this giy
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i have a habit of waking in the middle of the night with random insane theories about Threads and dumping it in my notes for me to find later…here are a few from the last few months…
#please take these with a pinch of salt#idk if i believe any of them have a possibility they are just things that came to me in the middle of the night ahahaha#though i low-key want kellila to be married#i would actually die hearing lila refer to kell as her husband#and kell is such a wife guy i love him sm#ANYWAY#please tell me your thoughts on these lmao#also i have loads more batshit theories in my notes pls tell me if u wanna see them :)#a conjuring of light#adsom#a darker shade of magic#a gathering of shadows#kell maresh#v e schwab#delilah bard#lila bard#kellila#rhy maresh#holland vosijk#alucard emery#threads of power#the fragile threads of power#shades of magic
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