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NyxWyldfae's Scoop
About me:
I’m Nyx Wyldfae—winter-born, fae-blooded, and currently deep in post-formal study focused on herbal alchemy, cross-realm biology, and applied healing magic. My days are divided between research labs, ancient groves, and quiet hours with a kettle and an annotated text.
I was raised in frost and quiet, but curiosity pulled me toward the borderlands, where magic and science overlap like frost on glass. I don’t believe they contradict. They inform. They evolve.
I don’t speak often unless it matters. But when I do, I mean it.
If you’re looking for chaos or small talk, I suggest a different sister. Skye perhaps?
Who I'd like to meet:
Scholars who ask the right questions
Healers who know when not to speak
Alchemists who respect the plants they burn
Quiet minds. Steady hands.
Those who treat learning as a sacred act, not a performance
People who know winter is not the absence of life—it’s the preparation for it
If you’re more interested in understanding than impressing, I’ll likely make time for you.
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Interests:
Experimental herbal alchemy (yes, I label everything)
Cross-realm anatomy (mortal and fae variations fascinate me)
Mapping magical properties in frost-formed crystals
Reading ancient medical texts with margin notes from smarter ancestors
Brewing quiet teas for restless minds
Observing snowflake structures under enchantment
Silences that mean something
Learning why things break—and how they mend
Not everything I study can be healed. But everything I study deserves to be understood.
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Music:
I prefer music that doesn’t demand attention—invites it quietly, like snowfall. Instrumentals, vocals in forgotten languages, the kind of songs you feel in your spine before you recognize the melody.
Regulars in my rotation:
Gregorian chants and old Celtic laments – best paired with frost and solitude
Ambient soundscapes: “Frozen Forest,” “Quiet Labs,” “Moonlit Archives”
Movies:
I don’t watch films to be entertained. I watch them to observe emotional structures—how grief folds, how memory distorts, how silence becomes a language.
Films I revisit with purpose:
Annihilation – transformation through understanding and destruction
Arrival – language as a healing mechanism and temporal map
The Others – quiet, atmospheric, built on what isn’t said
Never Let Me Go – emotionally surgical and beautifully restrained.
The Witch – truth buried beneath fear, told with chilling grace
The Secret Garden (1993) – more than a children’s story; a meditation on loss and regeneration
The Green Mile – healing, sacrifice, and misunderstood power
Frankenstein (any faithful adaptation) – the anatomy of creation and the ethics of it
I prefer stories that leave you altered—slightly colder, a little more aware of what you carry.
Books:
I don’t read to escape—I read to understand. To dissect. To trace the root of a thing to where it began. Some texts hum with old truths. Others lie, but teach you something in the process.
Favorites include:
“The Physick Book of Deliverance Dane” by Katherine Howe – magic and medicine, woven through time
“Braiding Sweetgrass” by Robin Wall Kimmerer – where science meets reverence
“Medical Herbalism” by David Hoffmann – mortal, but accurate
“The Moth Diaries” – for the silence it leaves behind
“The Poetic Edda” – old words, colder meanings
Handwritten fae codices bound in birch bark – unindexed, untranslated, and irreplaceable
My field notes—scattered, ink-stained, and sometimes prophetic
Not all knowledge is bound in books. But some of it waits there patiently, until someone’s quiet enough to hear it.
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