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July 27 - September 24, 2025
Dr. Farris Rose has served as Department Head for over a decade, taking over from Letitia Barrister, who was abducted by a bogle in the Hebrides and returned several weeks later aged to approximately ninety (she’d been forty-eight when she vanished).
DAMN.
a clear majority of dryadologists live like cats, keeping a watchful and antagonistic eye on one another.
meow
Watching Wendell with a sword is like watching a bird leap from a branch—there is something thoughtless about it, innate. One has the sense that he is less himself without a sword, that wielding it returns him to the element most natural to him.
AWWWWE SWOONNN
“Did you enchant my pencil?” I demanded. “I enchanted all of your pencils,” he said without opening his eyes. “You always have at least one upon your person. I knew they would come in handy.” He added, as I continued to stare at him, “Well, I can’t carry a bloody sword around with me everywhere,” misunderstanding entirely. “Why didn’t you enchant your own pencils?” I groused. “I would have, but I can never remember where I put them.”
LMAO real.
“Can’t you sense what enchantments are stored in the stones?” I demanded. “No!” I threw my hands up in frustration. “Then why do you keep on breaking them?” “Because you told me to, you lunatic!”
they already argue like a married couple 🥰
This tedious argument continued until I threatened to make ribbons of his favourite cloak, which he has spent a ludicrous number of hours tailoring to perfection, and he finally roused himself with many muttered complaints about tyrannical scholars.
god, i love this man.
I wrote St. Liesl on the board—not for any particular reason, but because, in truth, he was right about me: I enjoyed writing things on blackboards.
god, i love this autistic woman.
Ariadne screamed. Wendell yelped, “My God!” and snatched the bag of croissants away. “Good grief,” I said. “It’s only a foot.” “Only a foot!” Ariadne cried as Wendell said, “Emily,” in a scandalized tone. Professor Walters thumped several times on the other side of the wall.
LMAO the poor guy! its six AM and theres screaming and feet 😭😭😭😭
He got up and took a cloth and a glass bottle of some sort of cleaning solution from one of the cupboards, with which he began to scrub at his desk.
oh wendell, how i love you so.
“Research that apparently takes the form of a bloody foot,” Wendell muttered. He had finished his scrubbing and began dabbing some sort of wood polish into the desk.
poor wendell. and poor everyone else, too.
“This is because of the coffee, isn’t it? That’s why you are being so amenable.” Wendell raised his eyebrows in an unconvincing display of innocence. “Hm?” “You are allowing Rose to come because he makes a good cup of coffee.” “Well, you cannot expect me to endure the kind of deprivations we faced in Hrafnsvik,” Wendell said. Rose reddened. “I am the head of the department, with decades of field experience. My role in this expedition will be to provide expertise, not make coffee.”
LMAO NOT THE COFFEE 😭😭
Shadow is blind in one eye and not in what could be called peak condition; I’m afraid I have a tendency to spoil him where his meals are concerned.
as you should!!
It was only then that I realized: four bedrooms. Not three.
i was very, very confused.
But as the day wore on and his long sought-after door did not suddenly leap out of the landscape in front of us, he grew sullen, stopping often to catch his breath or flop down in some comfortable meadow, and dispensing a great deal of sighs and muttered curses during particularly rough climbs.
are we sure he’s not a queen? bc he sure has the drama part down. *edit: (im so proud of myself. thats an amazing line)
“Do you know what I miss the most?” he said. “Being waited on hand and foot?” “My cat.” “Ah,” I said neutrally. I suppose I should have guessed—Wendell speaks of his dear Orga a great deal, though I am never able to get a sense of what the creature actually looks like.
ugh i would be so dang miserable if i had to be away from my cat for 10+ years :(((
Not only because every time I learn something new about Wendell’s cat, it makes me less inclined to make her acquaintance, but because, in my experience, cats in general exist in a state of perpetual resentment and dissatisfaction. Or perhaps that is merely the aspect of their nature distilled by my presence, I don’t know. I am not a cat person.
yeah cats are js bossy and know what they like, but i forgive you for not being a cat person bc youre blessed with the ‘tism and i love it.
“Is there a moment you would relive more than once?” he said in a musing voice. “No,” I replied, thinking uncomfortably of his power to reshape time, limited though it is. “I’m rather fond of my sanity, thank you.” He brushed a loose strand of hair from my forehead, tucking it behind my ear with one long finger. I felt the ghost of his touch trailing over my brow for some time afterwards. “That would be mine,” he said. “Your hair is always in your eyes.”
EEEEEEEKKKK SWOON I WOULD DIE IF THIS HAPPENED TO ME 💜💜💔❤️
“Wait a moment,” I said. “Are you—apologizing for your behaviour?” “Yes,” Rose said simply. “I will defer to your judgment from here on out.”
okay thats nice and all, but im still going to despise him bc im petty.
Naturally he was taking up three quarters of the bench, without seeming at all conscious of the inconvenience to me.
yep, i still hate him.
Of the wounds, the most disconcerting was his left ear, which dangled from a narrow flap of skin, the blood running thick down his face and neck.
EWWWWWW EW EW EW EW GROSS!!!! (also…karma heehehehe)
His ear was the most jarring—not only was it half silver, no doubt due to the extent of the injury, but Wendell had affixed it backwards.
THE EAR 😭😭😭 its BACKWARDS!!!! serves him right lmao (im laughing so hard my parents paused the show theyre watchig downstairs 💀💀💀💀)
and thus they seem willing to accept the small amount of water in their wine that my addition to the party represents.
no, dont belittle yourself. you are wonderful and i love you and those blessed with the tism have strengths in other areas. emily wilde, you are THE book gf ever 💜💜
the best I can do is compare it to a billow of fog trapped in a shard of ice.
i read that as “a billow of a frog trapped in shards of ice.” that is totally and completely wrong. and they say im not dyslexic. ppl are crazy, but not as much as me.
