#john chanler

[antropophagi]

the way they all speak of James is making me lose my mind. they knew him!!! they knew him and Warthrop!!! what the hell!!

[arithmatheas]

you sit by a man’s bedside and tend to him after he tries to off himself and in return……..

[rosesntea2]

So I finished reading The curse of the wendigo and idk how I didn't fall in love with this series when I first read it it's so good

I got my Dr Warthrop design and then yknow the silliest moment ever from the 2nd book

[the-writing-moon]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Hello, I have returned from my 2-day nap and returned with a 2k oneshot about Will Henry buying groceries. Oh and it’s about wholesome and sweet childhood musings, too. It’s largely inspired by this post from my bookblr because I have no sense of self-control.

There aren’t many warnings, but there are blood and abstract death mentions. Nothing front and center

You can read a clip under the cut if you want.

Something for the Road

Being an apprentice to a monstrumologist was a demanding job. Being an apprentice to Pellinore Warthrop, on the other hand, was life-consuming. Will Henry spent his days snapping to— he read out books, listened to lectures, wrote dictation, cooked meals, scrubbed floors, played nurse, and ran to and fro at the doctor’s command.

Will’s world was that strange house on Harrington Lane. His mercurial monarch reigned the bleak throne room that was the basement with martial dedication. The doctor’s bedroom was the receiving room and his office the war room. Will was a soldier marching up and down the mountain called the second floor when needed, rushing into the kitchen for rations, and climbing up to his post at the small alcove for a brief second of rest before his lord screamed for him to be ready at arms.

The town of New Jerusalem was a foreign country. Held away at arm’s length, Will only went there to stock up the pantries or do errands. He rarely went out for social calls. If he needed to, Will would run out of the doors of the grand, imposing house on Harrington Lane and down to the streets of New Jerusalem to send letters, restock the laboratory, or buy groceries.

But... if New Jerusalem was like a foreign country, the grocer was like a little haven. Even if the days were cold, when Will stepped into the shop, warm air gusted past him and pressed kisses onto his pale cheeks. Maybe it was with all energy the business brought, the people bustling in to buy things they needed for their cozy homes and their waiting families. Maybe it was the ever-changing shelves crammed with different goods and curios, the baubles shifting every season. Maybe it was the good cheer and cheekiness of Mr. Flanagan, the grocer, or the boisterous brashness of his wife.

Read more in the link below

[incorretmonstrumologistquotes]

Pellinore: If YOU bite IT and you die, it's poisonous. If IT bites YOU and you die, it's venomous.

Will: What if it bites me and it dies?!

Pellinore: Then YOU'RE poisonous, idiot!

Lilly: What if it bites itself and I die?

Pellinore: That's voodoo.

John: What if it bites me and someone else dies?

Pellinore: That's correlation, not causation.

Kearns: What if we bite each other and neither of us die?

Pellinore: That's kinky.

[crimebunny]

More Monstrumologist memes because I have a dumb obsession like 10 years late

One of these is just a photo I took of my friends fighting with paper rolls

[antropophagi]

The second book of the series can really be read as an Orpheus and Eurydice kind of retelling. Warthrop goes to hell to bring back his best friend, thinks he manages it, only to realize, later on, that Chanler never really left the wilderness. And the thing is, he is constantly saving Chanler throughout the book. His friend has disappeared in the wild? He brings him back. His friend is sick and can't eat? He brings him to the hospital. The other monstrumologists want to kill his friend? He stands tall and says, No, you shall not get to him unless you bring me down first. It is Orpheus, constantly helping Eurydice to the surface, again and again, despite seeing with his very eyes that she cannot get to the surface.

It is Warthrop, trying to save the people he loves, John and Muriel, and failing, knowing deep inside that there is no other outcome than the failing, yet still, still trying.

[arithmatheas]

i know the books say John is blonde but I personally think he has brown hair. also ft. a moment in warthrop’s history where he abandoned momstrumology and tried to become a poet. John just doesn’t “get” his work