#dryadologist

[alicenchanted]

⊹pov: she's an emily wilde girl⊹

“Perhaps it is always restful to be around someone who does not expect anything from you beyond what is in your nature.” -Emily Wilde’s Encyclopaedia of Faeries

[archaeval]

@dryadologist ;;

𝑰𝑹𝑶𝑵𝑺𝑰𝑫𝑬 𝑾𝑨𝑺 𝑼𝑺𝑼𝑨𝑳𝑳𝒀 𝑨 𝑴𝑰𝑺𝑬𝑹𝑨𝑩𝑳𝑬 𝑷𝑳𝑨𝑪𝑬, full of metal that stung her nose and made her eyes water. Tracking the book down to this world took far too much time for her liking, where magic danced in the air alongside the ferrous reek of humanity. Fairies lived here, their abodes laced between the warp and weft of the world, which meant her imperfect glamour was a liability.

Overlong fingers grasped the head of her ornate cane, while her uncanny, mirror-like eyes scanned the building before her. Human libraries, with their static halls, their nonexhaustive organization systems, were, at least, far from the worst place to find herself.

The man she approached stood out amongst the rest. Something hung about his person that caught attention and demanded it to remain upon him, but her senses were addled in this world. Ruby couldn't be certain if her assumption was correct, or if she was simply desperate to find the extraordinary before it found her. "Good afternoon," she said, cane tapping quietly for once as she approached. "I'm in search of a specific volume. Do you have a moment to spare?"

[w4ntd]

Which of their five senses are the strongest? For example, are they usually the first person to smell something rotten? Are they the first person to see something across the street? Etc.

II Minor Details About The Muse– Ask Meme

OF THE FIVE SENSES. his strongest is by far his hearing. he’s usually the first person to respond to a sound and can even hear in a wider range than the average person. it’s the sense he uses the most during his heists. he thanks his hearing for the fact he has yet to be properly arrested.

while not one of the five senses, flynn also has ridiculously fast reflexes. typically not the strongest guy in a fight, he usually is the fastest. he uses it mostly to not get stuck in brawls in the first place. his first plan is always to run. while he is a decent fighter thanks to his reflexes, it’s always his last option. he has extremely good special awareness of the things around him no matter how new he is to the area. if anything he’s honed the skill by constantly putting himself into new areas with high risk. if he is lazy and doesn’t notice something or let it slide, it can mean life or death for him.  

side note: both his ears are pierced.

Left ear: simple gold hoop, ‘diamond’ stud

Right Ear: simple gold hoop, ‘diamond’ stud, hoop with gold cross, solid stud

[archive-storytelers]

the incessant whirlwind known as wendell nambleby burst into her office five minutes prior — a blur of green and black, barging in without so much as a knock or an invitation, shattering her peace along with most of her patience.

not only did he refuse to stop talking, oblivious or uncaring about her lack of enthusiasm, he also was chewing on something obnoxiously sweet, its thick, warm syrupy scent rousing her stomach, which now joined in the chorus, grumbling at her with equal persistence.

his ability to chatter on incessantly, she admitted begrudgingly to herself, nearly impressive. it was a talent completely foreign to her. by now, anyone else would’ve run out of steam, floundering for a topic, yet he shifted from topic to topic as if speaking to an unseen audience. if he didn’t make a point of dropping her name every few sentences, emily might have suspected there was another fairy lurking in the room. but as it was, it was just the two of them, and he was determined

well, so was she. with nary a glance to him, she closed the manuscript in front of her, and set to work her review for the west essex dryadologist journal.

˚ · .✧ – starter call / @dryadologist

[stormbrained]

plots please!

nat has plot if you have coin!

hunting down a creature (for research purposes) teddy has a deep and sincere interest in magical creatures, and this interest has led him into some very odd places and many dangerous situations. while he's hunting down something he believes is responsible for a missing friend of his, he finds wendell, potentially looking for the same creature, or something close to it. the two team up, and discover what they're looking for is — a selkie. (perhaps not quite wendell's wheelhouse tho his experience in dealing with the supernatural is mmmore than welcome lol)

ah! a fucking dearg due!!! don't ask why teddy's in ireland he just is. he's there to dance probably. anyway — anaemia is on the rise in the irish town of waterford! cause, who fucking knows! people are dropping into dead faints everywhere, hospitals are reporting mass entries of bloodless looking individuals. teddy and wendell find themselves faced with a very beautiful woman who seems to be following them everywhere (ma'am please, they're busy making fun of england). one night, one of them wakes up in some kind of trance, leaving the other to stop them from running into constant danger (busy roads, deep water, etc) only to discover the woman, the dearg due, the red bloodsucker herself, to be the cause. dun dun dun.

clurichaun. they're both out for a drink at the same pub/inn and the poor place is just drained of any drink. weird things start happening to the punters, too. normal humans can't really tell whats happening, they just think its a shoddily run establishment, but not teddy n wendell. oh no. they investigate and: ah, a fucking clurichuan — a little drunk fairy. and now it's got a hold of important items that belong to the lads, and they have to fucking get that shit back asap.

[ircnwrought]

@dryadologist liked for a short starter (morgan) !!

__________♕  A    DARK    BROW    RISES    AT    THE    NEW    KNIGHT.    magic,    ancient    &&    storied,    buzzes    in    the    air.    like   calls   to   like    &&    he   is   certainly   an   oddity.    ❛  well   you   are   quite   far   from   home,    aren't   you    ??    ❜    merlin   may   serve   at   the   king's   command,    but   this   is   no   friendly   place   to   those   such   as   herself.    those    like    the    one    before    her.    ❛  what   business   do   the   fae   have   in   camelot    ??    ❜

[viciousgrace]

@dryadologist : ❛ i love your brain even when i fear it. ❜ // for Em <3

emily doesn't respond right away. the only indication given that she's heard him is the split-second stilling of her writing hand as it endeavors to fill in the page of her journal with all the thoughts crowding her head. and then, after a beat, she lifts her head to regard her husband. "i suppose that's only wise and fair." all things considered. it's not that she goes out of her way to give wendell ( and everyone who cares about her ) any cause to fret and worry, but if she explains what she's about to do before she does them, she's entirely certain they'd insist on either stopping her or going with her, which would only impede her progress or worse, cease it entirely. unfortunately, there are situations that demand a certain amount of gatekeeping.

over the course of their knowing each other, emily's brain had produced a good number of peculiar and risky ideas. overwhelming evidence suggests that it all worked out in the end; all roads led to notable academic discoveries, the publication of two books and the near-completion of another ( with more to come, as soon as she's organized her notes ), and of course, wendell's reclamation of his kingdom, arduous and trying as a road as that might be.

"you would have done the same thing for me," it's a decisive proclamation. emily sets her journal aside to join wendell where he's sitting, tucking her feet neatly under her skirt. after they've dealt with arna's request to be sequestered in a small cabin in silva lupi's outskirts, it took some time for things to truly settle down at court. only afterwards did she divulge the details of her little plan, including the frosty reunion with the winter king. "i don't think he expected me to survive the veil at all," she says, still with some offense. it was a relief not having to confront him with arna in tow, but ljosland is lost to her now. going back would be akin to signing her death warrant. "he was more dreadful than i remember, and had the audacity the question the validity of my tale." ( a strange thing to be miffed about, considering that emily had been lying. and yet, it annoyed her severely. ) "he did as i asked in the end, though i don't think it's out of the goodness of his heart."

[hearthtales]

༄ @dryadologist

“Hullooo!” chimed Tuiren from overhead, sitting on a branch in a tree. Their muddy feet swayed back and forth. They held a basketful of colorful blooms in their lap. “You look like you need a flower,” they told the stranger, a glimmer of playfulness in their eyes. “Everyone does, really. Care to pick one?”