#manly wade wellman

[weirdlookindog]

"Science calls it another dimension, mysticism calls it another plane, religion another existence - all call it evil!" - Manly Wade Wellman

Matt Fox - Thorne on the Threshold

(Weird Tales - January 1945)

#matt fox #manly wade wellman #thorne on the threshold #weird tales #pulp art #illustration #horror art

[misforgotten2]

A book you very likely don’t have on your shelf #443

Cover by Herman Vestal -- 1946

#1946 #1940s #1940's #cover art #book cover #paperback #vintage paperback #science fiction #sci-fi #sci fi #fantasy #ephemera #manly wade wellman

[notpulpcovers]

Island In The Sky

#Manly Wade Wellman #virgil finlay #pulp illustration

[bitterkarella]

Midnight Pals: The Case of the Martian Invasion

Manly Wade Wellman: tonight my son and I are going to tell a story together Manly Wade Wellman: I want you all to say hello to my boy Manly Wade Wellman: Wade Wellman Manly Wade Wellman: or as we call him sometimes Manly Wade Wellman: Boyish Wade Wellman

Manly Wade Wellman: submitted for the approval of the midnight society, I call this the tale of the martians Wellman: so the martians think that they con conquer earth with their superior technology Wellman: but they didn’t count on one thing Wellman: the keen eye and awesome analytical abilities Wellman: of sherlock holmes Barker: wait so it’s HG Welles martians Wellman: yes Barker: and they’re fighting sherlock holmes? Wellman: yes Neil Gaiman: ah! A cross over! A pastiche! A deconstruction! Gaiman: how deliciously devious! Gaiman: when the disparate currents of inspiration meet in a maelstrom of imagination!! Barker: isn’t this an alan moore thing Poe: clive shush Barker: don’t shush me, I mean it Barker: this is literally an alan moore thing Poe: clive, if alan moore did this, sherlock holmes would 200 years old and fucking his 19 year old housekeeper Poe: who would also be idk Poe: Dorothy gale Barker: Barker: damn edgar ha ha Barker: you’re getting saucy there Barker: you’re not wrong tho Wellman: actually sherlock holmes does have a relationship with his housekeeper in my story Barker: c’mon, man Barker: what are you doing Barker: we all know he’d be fucking Watson Barker: ten million AO3 stories can’t be wrong Wellman: well, Watson doesn’t know Wellman: watson’s kind of a himbo in my version Wellman: now sherlock holmes has an incredible sharp mind Wellman: he can look at a Woolly worm and predict the severity of the martian invasion Wellman: he can repel a tripod by putting a hex sign on a barn Wellman: and he knows the old adage Wellman: “rain in June, there be red weed soon” Ursula Vernon: yup yup Wellman: all of a sudden all the martians start mysteriously dying Wellman: now HG welles thought it was germs Wellman: but that sounds like elf shot to me Wellman: they could have fixed that by applying a poultice of hog fat and bible passages to their tripod legs

#the midnight society #midnight society #midnight pals #clive barker #edgar allan poe #manly wade wellman #neil gaiman #ursula vernon

[gameraboy2]

"Coven" by Manly Wade Wellman Weird Tales, July 1942 Cover by Margaret Brundage

#weird tales #coven #Margaret Brundage #manly wade wellman #vintage #1942 #1940s #scifi #scifi art #science fiction #science fiction art #art #illustration #painting

[see-arcane]

read "the devil is not mocked" recently and ooh did it ever feel thrilling to root for dracula

the whole time i was like "rip them APART drac these fuckers are on YOUR TURF and i KNOW you wanna let LOOSE"

One of the best Dracula genres is now and always, Dracula Eats Some Nazis

“The Devil is Not Mocked” and Hellsing do it beautifully and I’ll happily inhale more of their like

Glad you dug the undead bastard mowing down some actual monsters 🦇

#Dracula Eats Some Nazis should be a band name #The Devil is Not Mocked #manly wade wellman #dracula

[cantsayidont]

June 1938. Aside from its Margaret Brundage cover painting and the Seabury Quinn story advertised on the cover, this issue of WEIRD TALES features, in no particular order: the short story "Slave of the Flames" by Robert Bloch; the first installment of "The Black Drama" by Manly Wade Wellman (under the pseudonym Gans T. Field); "From the Beginning" by Otto Binder (as Eando Binder, a pseudonym he shared with his brother); "Song of Death" by A.W. Calder; "The Doom That Came to Sarnath" by H.P. Lovecraft; "The Gray Champion" by Nathaniel Hawthorne; "Death Dallies Awhile" by Leslie F. Stone; the second installment of "Thunder in the Dawn" by Henry Kuttner; a Robert E. Howard poem; and various interior illustrations by Virgil Finlay.

#pulp covers #pulp art #weird tales #margaret brundage #seabury quinn #robert bloch #eando binder #otto binder #manly wade wellman #pulp magazine #virgil finlay #a. w. calder #h.p. lovecraft #nathaniel hawthorne #leslie f. stone #henry kuttner #robert e. howard

[omercifulheaves]

You know, I love Manly Wade Wellman's John The Balladeer stories and I really appreciate Valancourt books getting them back in print but I've got to have a slight chuckle at the cover art they went with for their release, which suggests less the tone of the stories and more "folk infused heavy metal album." Now granted, I haven't read all of the Balladeer stories, so maybe there is one where he fights Purgatori from CHAOS! Comics. Art by Ilan Sheady

#books #manly wade wellman #john the balladeer #valancourt books #still recommend it #these stories are great #one of the inspirations for hellboy

[honourablejester]

Random, but on the topic of fantasy and food, one set of fantasy stories that I specifically remember made me very hungry was the Silver John stories by Manly Wade Wellman (what a name). They're a series of stories and novels about a ex-Korean vet with a silver-stringed guitar wandering around the post-WWII Appalachian mountains and facing down folklore/supernatural foes, and I don't even really like pork, but I remember reading some of the food descriptions in those stories and get really damn hungry. There was, for example, one very loving description of the main character making corn pone on a hot rock over his campfire, and I was like, yes, yes, magic music and devils, sure, but can I have some of your food?

Which ... might be a bad thing, when I think about it, in that I was too focused on my stomach to focus on the plot, but the stories sure made a very vivid description of setting and place and food. That I really, really wanted to try. Heh.

#fantasy #food #manly wade wellman #silver john #john the balladeer #food descriptions in fiction #this man makes you very hungry #the stories ARE also good #very irish folklore appalachian folklore devil went down to georgia #they're good #but i was so hungry

[rhetthammersmithhorror]

MONSTERS | Rouse Him Not | S1E11 | 1988

#Laraine Newman #Alex Cord #Mark Shostrom #Michel Parry #Manly Wade Wellman #demon #devil #MONSTERS #horror television #heads will roll #practical effects #monster suit #horror #80s horror #Hammersmith Horror #horror anthology

[weirdlookindog]

Elton Clay Fax - John Thunstone's Inheritance

(Weird Tales - July 1955)

#elton clay fax #john thunstone's inheritance #manly wade wellman #weird tales #horror art #pulp art #art #illustration

[oldschoolfrp]

World Fantasy Convention 1983, Progress Report 3, with a cover credited to Weird Tales, 1941, reprinted here to mark that magazine’s 60th anniversary and possibly in reference to 1983 Best Short Story nominee and eventual winner “The Gorgon” by Tanith Lee.  This 9th year of the con was held in Chicago, with guests of honor Gene Wolfe, Manly Wade Wellman, and Rowena Morrill.

#gorgon #the gorgon #World Fantasy Convention #1980s #fantasy #Weird Tales #Tanith Lee #Gene Wolfe #Manly Wade Wellman #Rowena Morrill #convention #con

[vintagerpg]

Nothing is what it seems! This week on the Vintage RPG Podcast, we look at the classic Dungeons & Dragons monster, the Mimic. Or do we? Here be twists and turns! ¶ #RPG #TTRPG #TabletopRPG #RolePlayingGame #DnD #DungeonsAndDragons #Podcast #Mimic #ManlyWadeWellman #Gardinel

#RPG #TTRPG #Tabletop RPG #Roleplaying Game #D&D #dungeons & dragons #Podcast #Mimic #Manly Wade Wellman #Gardinel

[thehauntedrocket]

Vintage Pulp - Startling Stories (Fall1946)

#Pulp #Startling Stories #Captain Future #Manly Wade Wellman #Science Fiction #Science Fiction Art #Science Fiction Illustration #Pulp Art #Pulp Illustration #Ads #Advertising #Eveready #Batteries #Vintage #Art #1946 #1940s #40s

[bitterkarella]

Midnight Pals: Magic

Ray Bradbury: and so, at that dusty little carnival on that humid summer night Bradbury: that little boy saw real magic for the first time Aleister Crowley: c’mon, that’s not what real magic is Crowley: real magic is when get a woman to suck your dick so hard you can move objects with your mind Crowley: GO WILDCATS! Crowley: helps if you’re wearing a big pyramid hat with an eyeball on it Crowley: chicks cannot resist the big pyramid hat with the eyeball Crowley: [nudging Sonia greene] eh? Eh? Greene: it’s over aleister Crowley: I don’t get it, leah hirsig went mad with lust in 3 minutes Victor Neuburg: glavin I really like your pyramid hat aleister Crowley: S-SHUT UP NERDBURG Crowley: YOU SHUT YOUR MOUTH OR I’LL POUND YOU [later] Crowley: [blushing, confused] h-he said he liked my pyramid hat <3

Alan Moore: [appearing in a cloud of smoke] Alan Moore: foolish hedge wizard!! Your powers are nothing compared to the arch magus! Moore: true magic is when you roll a natural 12 on your dexterity saving throw! Manly Wade Wellman: No way! Real magic is when you wrap a potato with red yarn and bury it under a widow’s doorstep  Eve Harms: you’re all full of it Harms: real magic is all about memorizing a really complicated math diagram

Ray Bradbury: you all claim you’re versed in the ways of magic Bradbury: but can any of you explain away the mystery of what makes a young man’s heart flutter pitter pat when he first calls on his lady friend, her freshly laundered shift dress rippling in the warm autumn breeze, to escort her to the barn dance down at Miller’s General Store? Moore: Crowley: Wellman: Harms:

Bradbury: also real magic is about electricity Bradbury: can any of you put a light bulb in your mouth and make it light up? Crowley: what, like uncle fester? Bradbury: yeah like uncle fester Crowley: Crowley: oh hell, I can’t compete with that Eve Harms: no but check out this diagram of eight intersecting triangles Harms: it’s called "the thinkological fulcrum" Crowley: whats it do Harms: if you cross your eyes just right, it shows you a biblically accurate angel Crowley: hmm Crowley: I could probably fuck that Crowley: here, show me how it works

#midnight pals #the midnight society #midnight society #ray bradbury #alan moore #eve harms #victor neuburg #sonia greene #manly wade wellman #aleister crowley

[muddywatersss]

well my name is John Silver if I didn't tell you that before. It could have slipped my mind. I don't really recollect, to tell you the truth.

Well it might be because I've been traveling a piece and my feet are worn thin and it seems like I haven't ate in nearly week. I reckon I could write a song about that. Maybe something like.

I been rambling across hills and valleys.

Up the ohio river. To the mountains and the lakes.

My body is frail and thin.

But the devil hasnt caught me yet.

It does got a pretty ring to it don't you think. I mean a got this silver string guitar for a reason. It's my protector and my curse I reckon. Some say it's on account of the silver tooth I got back when I fell and knocked it out when I was youngen but I figure it's because of the silver strings on guitar and my mighty sweet voice. Some of even say i got the voice of an angel or could be the devil. So they say. I mean I seen my share of devils and haints and the like. Maybe it's the belief in the lord that saves me and the cross around my neck. That saves me from these demons and the right ornery critters that cross my path. I figure I ought to tell you about one of those critters I come across maybe some months back could even be years it's hard for me to tell. All this traveling just blurring together. So that I can barely tell the difference. I mean it was a day just like this one. I was going about like i normally do, going to some towns playing on the corners and getting a few coins, and sleeping in folks barns and playing for them and drinking moonshine and playing with the gals. At one of those barn raising we was kicking up dust and I was playing and boy I was having a time. Well I met with this one gal. She was pretty, she sure was. And we was dancing and we was having a good time and my head was spinning and i didnt even no which was up or down. And we went outside. And she told me.

You want to go on down in the woods and maybe you could sing me a song. I really would like it if you could sing me a song. You got such an awful pretty voice.

Well I said. Well i figure we could. I mean I was feeling so good. And thinking she was such fine looking gal. I mean i done that plenty. In my travels but sometimes that's what gets me in trouble in the first place. You know what i mean. And i figure this was another one of those times

So I said. I reckon I could play you something.

There was a gal named Anna Belle Lee

Sweetest gal you ever did see

She had a mean old husband

Who died by the banks of the ohio

The last we seen of him

Said AnnabelleLee.

On the banks of the ohio

And she said. Thst the sweetest thing anybody ever done for me. And it was so kind of you because you knew my name was Anna Belle. You made up a song for me right then

Now I got a nose for smelling out haints and ghosts and the like. Now I should have known something wasn't right then. But I had been a drinking and a singing. So didn't really pay it any mind.

Well ain't that funny your name being Anna belle. Must be the song is about you. Must be made just for you.

And something came in here eyes then. Like I could see straight through. Being that haints ain't got no soul. You can look right through them.

Something devilish in her eyes.

Why dont we go swimming john. The river is not far. Only a fair piece. Through the woods.

Well I figured I had it made then. Boy did I ever. So I said. Well come on then. I ain't been swimming since winter come and gone. But if I don't got any clothes. I figure I'll float like a leaf or sink like a rock. Either way I reckon.

So we took off down the road. I mean I don't even know if it was one. It being so dark and we was drinking and carrying on. And we was laughing and touching and such. Until she got to talking about her husband.

And the souless light came in her eyes then.

That emptiness of eternal damnation was in those eyes of hers.

Normally that would have chilled me to the bone

But being on account i was feeling mighty fine on moonshine i couldnt tell the difference

As we got near that river. And anna belle lee told me her story. The story of how she up and killed her husband and tossed him in the river all those years ago. They said she lived up on a lone mountain top in a cabin until that vengence made her like all those other haints. They just get eaten away I reckon. But she wasnt telling it all quite yet. But she was getting around to it and being my foggy mind hadnt come out of its stupor as she was telling her story and we was walking along the river in the moonlight, so it took Me a spell to figure it all out and stitch it all together. Being it was such a fine night and she was such a pretty gal. As she was talking and I was following with my guitar strumming it a bit and humming her song wondering when we was going to be taking our clothes off.

But those words were irritating her I could tell it.

Her mouth seemed to draw back.

As she was talking and her voice grew harsh like the grinding up of corn in the mill.

You see John my husband was a right bad man

Did beat on me whenever he took to drinking.

But he loved to go a fishing and take me long to carry things for him.

And he would say gal get on out there and unsnag my pole. And go get that fish on the end of it.

And sometimes he would hit me if I didn't do it.

Dont sass me gal.

Well one night john.

As she bared her teeth.

For I knew it now. I knew it was Annabelle lee. Be it not her body and soul. But maybe her spirit was still in that haint.

Well one night I didn't feel like getting no nasty pole. For him. Not at all john.

I felt like drowning him body and soul.

John. Body and soul and to take my husband to meet his very maker.

As she rose up now. Like the light of the moon.

And she had bared long curved teeth like all them haints have. Whether man woman or child. They all the same in that regard. And they all have something that ties them and chains them to the earth. I do believe. Or that always been my experience. .

And now John Silver you shall meet your maker like my dearly departed husband on that by and by down near the banks of this river just like he did all them Years ago.

And now she was twenty foot tall. With those vicous teeth. And she was just a haint now. No women or person to speak of.

But I had sobered up by then. And had put two and two together. When that light of the moon had finally seen through her.

And I sang that song. The ballad of her death and what had become of Anna belle lee.

And I sang loud and mournful

For what happened to Anna belle lee

Which I knew were an injustice that needed to be remedied.

And I sang louder as she cowered back.

Down by the banks of the ohio

Where the prettiest little gal you ever seen

Killed that man

That man who done her wrong

And tossed his body down along

The banks of the ohio

Which did run smooth and straight

Taking his body all the way down

Down to the sea

As her spirit shrank away

And those teeth went back in her mouth

And she right disappeared.

She went on back to where she belonged

And those things troubled her no more.

And her spirt was at peace.

Anna belle lee.

As I just sat there with my guitar

And slept a while and thought on the

Pain of Anna belle and how she became a haint

And why a man would do such a thing

To a pretty gal like her.

But in the morning I took to the road again.

Took up guitar and the sun was out.

And strummed on it and hummed that song

Anna belle lee

And I knew she was resting up there on the mountain top.

And I figured that was the best thing for her

As I went on a spell

To the next town.

Rustling up some change.

And I sang that song of Anna belle lee

To all those folks around.

And they seemed to like it

But they don't know all the song.

Of what that husband of hers had made her

They didn't know but half of it, I

Reckon.

I reckon they didnt.

#fan fiction #manly wade wellman #annabelle lee #folk music #guitar #ghost #demon slayer #salvation