Elwyn Gwyn Of Glen.

Indie RP blog for Elwyn Gwyn, a modern day White Witch. Set in the world of @thecreaturesofglen Please read rules and about before interacting! Open to OC's and crossovers.

[valtsv]

a side effect of magic systems that drain your life force if you overextend yourself or try to harness more power than you possess should be that your body starts to fall apart as it draws on your reserves to make up the deficit. old wounds should reopen, bones should become brittle and break, your immune system should weaken, and your organs should begin to fail and die if you push yourself too far. your body shouldn't simply crumble to dust, but rot, sloughing away in agonising chunks as the necrosis spreads.

[not-a-fever-dream]

If there was anyone to ever get through this life With their heart still intact, they didn't do it right

[elwyngwyn]

@bothfeetinthegrave | From HERE

"It's t...t..tea." His voice was soft, the strong Welsh lilt punctuating the words as he pressed the mug - one of his thicker, sturdier ones, tactile and easy to grasp even for shaking hands - into Eden's. Then he took several steps back, allowing Eden distance between them as he took a seat on the couch opposite. Giving him space to be and feel less cramped.

"It's okay. You don't uhm - you don't h...have to feel, uhm - safe. Not yet. It - it comes with, with, uhm, t...time." The gentle stutter carried across the room, tone still quiet and gentle as he sipped from his own cup.

"B..b..but the tea? It uhm, it helps." A warm thing to hold, a sense of comfort, but also so much more than that. Elwyn's magic had always infected everything he made, and tea was no exception. Unique blends for every visitor, flavours picked out based on their needs as much as their tastes. Lavender and chamomile for comfort, willow bark and rose hip for pain, ginger and liquorice for stomach aches. Every possible option was mixed and blended to create something perfectly individual for each visitor that came his way.

Eden's was, of course, no different.

[elwyngwyn]

"It...It shouldn't." Not a promise - Elwyn had never met a being quite like Eden before, and he wouldn't assume to know everything - but if he could make a drink that was safe and comforting and medicinal for the vampires and ghosts that graced his doorframe? Elwyn saw no reason that Eden would be all too different to them.

"B-b-but, uhm...If you don't want to uhm, to t-try? I understand." The tea was a labour of love, a careful consideration created with care and time, but that didn't mean Elwyn expected Eden to consume it if he didn't want to.

He deserved a choice on what went into his own body. A choice about if he felt safe, if he wanted to drink the tea, and every other option Elwyn could reasonably give him. Lord only knows the ability to control his own decisions felt like something Eden desperately needed.

[candycandymemes]

Send "What if they kissed?"

and I'll write a scene where our muses kiss, even if they aren't shipped together. it is it's own thing and doesn't have to lead to an official ship. a "what if scenario"

[remanence-of-love]

[elwyngwyn]

Hello! I hope this year is wrapping up peacefully for you - thank you for keeping in touch across years and blogs. Your writing is absolutely wonderful and I'm glad I get to keep up with / be a part of it!

// Hello friend, I'm late to this but I hope you had a peaceful end to 2023 and a nice start to 2024!

I'm glad I got to keep up with you too - I always love seeing you and your incredible characters on my dash! //

[stonesbyhaille]

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[elwyngwyn]

@bothfeetinthegrave | From HERE

"It's t...t..tea." His voice was soft, the strong Welsh lilt punctuating the words as he pressed the mug - one of his thicker, sturdier ones, tactile and easy to grasp even for shaking hands - into Eden's. Then he took several steps back, allowing Eden distance between them as he took a seat on the couch opposite. Giving him space to be and feel less cramped.

"It's okay. You don't uhm - you don't h...have to feel, uhm - safe. Not yet. It - it comes with, with, uhm, t...time." The gentle stutter carried across the room, tone still quiet and gentle as he sipped from his own cup.

"B..b..but the tea? It uhm, it helps." A warm thing to hold, a sense of comfort, but also so much more than that. Elwyn's magic had always infected everything he made, and tea was no exception. Unique blends for every visitor, flavours picked out based on their needs as much as their tastes. Lavender and chamomile for comfort, willow bark and rose hip for pain, ginger and liquorice for stomach aches. Every possible option was mixed and blended to create something perfectly individual for each visitor that came his way.

Eden's was, of course, no different.

[bothfeetinthegrave]

👁️ please!

|Memes :: This One| Send 👁️ for How Eden 'Sees' You

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Rain tapping on the windowsill ; echinacea ; mugs that are a set because you love them all, not because they match ; finches / birdsong ; cold hands warmed by tea or coffee ; autumn leaves smell ; glass vials on shelves ; wicker baskets ; care woven into a handmade garment ; those we love never really leave ; blood smell ; sensation of waking up gradually, unhurried

[elwyngwyn]

// A friendly reminder that Elwyn provides ALL types of necessary medical care. //

[thecreaturesofglen]

// I swear I never intend to take these long breaks...//

[elwyngwyn]

How did the author kill your character off?

Death By Newbery Medal This is a coming of age story, and you are the painful reminder that growth so often comes hand-in-hand with pain. Not always, of course, but writers are keen to show this. You were bright, understanding, an almost relentless force of good, and quite possibly a beloved pet nearing the end of your lifespan. With your death comes shock, bitterness, and the breaking of countless hearts. But your loss will likely impart a fair few important life lessons onto those who read about it. More than that, there is a grand chance that the author is using this story to cope with the death of a real loved one. Take pride in knowing that you are love turned to grief, filtered and diluted back into love.

[dateaforestgod]

date a forest god who handles tiny creatures with the gentlest of touches

[bothfeetinthegrave]

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When Eden helped the dead, it sometimes meant that the world of the living that still existed around him sort of fell away to the wayside. Things like acceptable times to visit a living person, asking for permission to look at books and other objects - none of those things occurred to him now as he shifted back into the world of the physical with a sharp crack, the sound like a lightbulb bursting under pressure.

It was difficult to tell where he was exactly with the way his vision was now - he was just certain that he had been outside in the very early morning rain and he was now inside a shop of some sort. It smelled warm in here, like herbal tea and toast with jam. His nose scrunched a bit behind a curtain of ashen coloured hair as he looked around for the thing he was told he'd needed, holding books and potted plants close to his face in an attempt to identify them, only turning sharply at the sound of footfalls nearby, muttering a soft curse as he dropped the book he'd been holding.

[elwyngwyn]

Elwyn’s light footsteps stopped when the other began backing away, not wanting to come across too strongly or inspire fear in his new friend. But at the same time, without the visual contact, the close lips to read, Elwyn found himself squinting in the dim light of the shop, trying to decipher what was being said. Something about names and a light.

Contextual clues were hardly abundant in a situation like this, and Elwyn looked upwards to the rafters, letting his familiar who was nestled in the dark far above their heads act as a translator of sorts. 

There was a long pause before he spoke, piecing together what was said from his sources, before his soft voice rang out. 

“Do you remember your name?” The most pressing question not because he needed it, but because he wanted to know. Wanted to have something to attach to his new friend. 

“Whatever it uhm - it is? You’re l-l-looking for, I mean. I can uhm, I can - help? You find it?” A brief moment of pause. “Instead of the uhm, the - t-tea?” Because he had seemed so against the idea, and as much as it hurt - tea had always been his language of love and his peace offering - Elwyn respected it. 

[bothfeetinthegrave]

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When Eden helped the dead, it sometimes meant that the world of the living that still existed around him sort of fell away to the wayside. Things like acceptable times to visit a living person, asking for permission to look at books and other objects - none of those things occurred to him now as he shifted back into the world of the physical with a sharp crack, the sound like a lightbulb bursting under pressure.

It was difficult to tell where he was exactly with the way his vision was now - he was just certain that he had been outside in the very early morning rain and he was now inside a shop of some sort. It smelled warm in here, like herbal tea and toast with jam. His nose scrunched a bit behind a curtain of ashen coloured hair as he looked around for the thing he was told he'd needed, holding books and potted plants close to his face in an attempt to identify them, only turning sharply at the sound of footfalls nearby, muttering a soft curse as he dropped the book he'd been holding.

[elwyngwyn]

“It’s OKAY,” No matter what, first and foremost that was what he felt compelled to say. To assure this stranger that no matter what, it was okay, he didn’t mind the company, even at such an odd hour. 

Skirts moved softly around bare legs as he headed across his store, artfully dodging stacks and precariously balanced objects as he headed closer to his new friend, eager to get a better look at the lips in the low light. 

“Would you uhm - I - would you l-l-like to uhm, join me? For tea?” The faint smell of freshly baked cookies - oat and cherry, one of Elwyn’s favourites - still lingered in the air, and it felt the right thing to ask. Always inviting strangers for tea before anything else. Trying to make friends. 

“I uhm - Can I ask who uhm, who s-s-sent you?” Please Gods, let it NOT be the elves. 

[elwyngwyn]

Amaryllis, Zinnia

Botanical Headcanons | From HERE

AMARYLLIS:   what is something or someone that your muse takes pride in?   how do they express that pride? 

Elwyn takes pride, more than anything, in his creations. Be it a healing potion, a hand-bound book, a knitted jumper or a just cup of tea - things he has made with his own hands, something he crafted from nothing with love and care, are what he finds worthy of being proud of.

Later, especially as the books go on, Elwyn learns to be proud of who he is in his identity. His gender and ability to present femininly, his magic, his softness. White witches are dismissed as passive and unable to take sides, this soft person to be batted around and used by every side who has to keep quiet and do what they're told. Elwyn shattered that perception and took a STAND. A stand for love, a stand for equality, and he proved to all magic folks that there was immense power in unity against the danger. That the people could rise up and fight for their right to exist. He fought his passive nature and led a rebellion in the name of love and diversity, and he is incredibly proud of that.

 ZINNIA:   how has the loss of fallen comrades and/or loved ones affected your muse?   has it taught them anything or given them any new perspectives?

Elwyn lost his brother Bedwyr in an accident - they were playing on an icy lake when Bedwyr slipped, and Elwyn hurtled down after him to try and save his brother. Submerged under the ice watching his brother die had a profound impact on Elwyn. It was an incredibly stark lesson that, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't save everyone - and that was okay. As a healer, he finds it HARD to accept there are times when he can't save someone, but he also understands that sometimes it's just not possible and good people - innocent people - are going to die, and that isn't his fault. He can't change the course of destiny, all he can do is try his best to help others and let fate choose her path.

On a more literal level, the accident is the root cause of his stutter - the shock and prolonged lack of oxygen took a toll. They also left him with curling scars from the magical weeds under the water that held him down. Despite the circumstances that led to getting his scars, he grows fond of them in adulthood. They have a level of sentience and spread around his body, and the way they peek out from under clothes or edge out of sleeves around people he trusts brings him comfort.

[promptfairy]

❥     𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒    [   𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙳 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃𝚂    ]   .

headcanon prompts with questions based on plants   &   what they represent in flower language .  happy roleplaying !!  ♡

abatina :   is there anything in life your muse has changed their mind about over time   (   due to becoming more educated on the topic ,   certain experiences  ,   etc .   ) ,    or that they   would   change their mind about under certain circumstances ?  

acanthus :   is your muse deceptive ,   or willing to lie or deceive to achieve certain means ?   why or why not ?   

aloe :   how does your muse handle grief ?

amaryllis :   what is something or someone that your muse takes pride in ?   how do they express that pride ?   

anemone :   how does your muse view the world ;   as a cruel   &   unforgiving place ,   a land full of wonders ,   or something in - between ?  where does that world view come from   (   what experiences ,   life lessons ,   etc .   ) ?  

angelica :   where does your muse draw inspiration in life ?   what motivates them ?

apple blossom :   how does your muse go about expressing or not expressing their sexuality ?  

bachelor’s button :   does your muse actively seek romantic companionship ,   or cherish the liberties of being single ? 

basil :   does your muse have a love - hate relationship with anyone or anything ?

bay tree :   does your muse seek glory   &   accolades ,   or do they favour a simpler ,   more personal life ?  

begonia :   how cautious is your muse ?   are they prone to noticing red flags ,   or paranoid to the point of untrusting most everyone ?   why or why not ?  

belladonna :   how does your muse respond to silence ?   do they take comfort in soundlessness ,   or seek to fill the void with noise ?   

bluebell :   does your muse learn from their past ,   or are they prone to repeating the same mistakes ?  

carnation :   what is your muse’s relationship with their gender ?   how do they express or not express this relationship ?  

chamomile :   what is your muse likely to take away from a painful experience ?   are they one to be haunted by adversity ,   or to use what they’ve gone through to become stronger ?  

chrysanthemum :   how does your muse express romantic love ?  how do they feel about love as a concept ?  

daffodil :   is your muse one to be loyal in relationships ,   or are they likely to quickly move from one bond to another ?

daisy :   did your muse ever feel as though their innocence had been lost ?   what moment in their life could be described as the end of their innocence ?  

edelweiss :   what was the bravest moment in your muse’s life ?  are they known to be courageous from then on ?  

fern :   does your muse believe in magic or cosmic forces ,   or are they more likely to think their life is ultimately a matter of their own control ?  

forget - me - not :   has your muse ever forgotten something that is or was important to them ?   are they afraid of forgetting things like that ?  

gardenia :   is your muse one to confess romantic feelings early on ,   or to conceal them for long periods of time ?  

gladiolus :   describe a moment from your muse’s life that they will never forget .

goldenrod :   does your muse believe in luck or fortune ?  why or why not ?   where do they believe these things come from ?  

heliotrope :   does your muse believe in soulmates ?

hibiscus :   how does your muse view the gentler ,   daintier things in life ?   as things worth preserving   &   caring for ,   or things only bound to wither   &   disappear ?  

holly :   how strong is your muse’s sense of intuition ?  are they aware of it ?   do they ever fear that it is only paranoia ?  

hollyhock :   how strong is your muse’s sense of ambition ?  what’s something they strive for in life ?  

hyacinth :   is your muse athletic ?   does it come naturally to them ,   or have they had to work for their physique and/or skill ?  

hydrangea :   how much does your muse value communication in their relationships with others ?  are they prone to being misunderstood ?

iris :   if your muse could convey one last message to someone they have lost or left behind ,   what would it be ?  

ivy :   what are your muse’s views on marriage ?   do they believe it is something strictly for love ,   or an institution rooted in business   &   social benefits ?   do they desire or have they desired to be married ?

lavender :   how easy is it to gain your muse’s trust ?  once their trust is broken ,   how might one go about mending it ?  

lilac :   what was your muse’s childhood like ?   how has their upbringing affected them as they’ve aged ? 

lily :   how does your muse view their mother ?  

lotus :   has your muse ever felt as though they’ve been reborn ?  have they ever desired the feeling of a fresh start ,   or a better understanding of themself and/or the world around them ?  

magnolia :   describe your muse’s relationship with nature   &   the natural world .  

marigold :   is your muse prone to jealousy ?  how might they handle envious feelings ?  

mint :   does your muse view themself as virtuous   &   moral ?  what do these words mean to them ?

nasturtium :   describe your muse’s relationship with their birthplace ,   or homeland .  

oak :   who would your muse consider the strongest person they know ?  

pansy :   does your muse often reflect on their own actions ?   do they ever think a lot about the past ,   and what they could have done differently ?

parsley :   describe a holiday your muse enjoys ,   and why they enjoy it .

peony :   what would a   ‘  happy life  ’   look like in your muse’s eyes ?

poppy :   what comforts your muse ?

rhododendron :   is your muse receptive to warnings   &   advice given by others ?

rose :   how much does your muse value other people ?   do they wish to have many friends ,   lovers ,   and/or associates ?   are they an easy person to love ?

sage :   what is your muse’s legacy ?   what do they want to be remembered for   &   what might they actually be remembered for ?  

salvia :   is your muse possessive over people or things that matter a lot to them ?  how do they express that possessiveness ,   or lack thereof ? 

snapdragon :   is your muse merciful ?  why or why not ?

southernwood :   how seriously does your muse take themself ?   do they prefer a solemn   &   intellectual atmosphere or do they delight in jokes   &   banter ?  

sunflower :   what brings your muse the most joy in life ?  

tulip :   how does your muse view people in general ?  

violet :   how does your muse respond to betrayal ?

willow :   how does your muse handle sadness   &   depression ?

zinnia :   how has the loss of fallen comrades and/or loved ones affected your muse ?   has it taught them anything or given them any new perspectives ?