#gcldengrime

[booksociety]

Your edits are absolutely gorgeous. Do you have any PSD recommendations or advice for making graphics?

Hi, thank you!! The original edits on our blog are made by our lovely staff and network members. Here is what some of them had to say:

“i personally use mobile apps, so the best advice i can give you is to practice to become comfortable with the program you’re using so you can improve!! the more comfortable you are with the program you’re using, the easier it gets to make more complex edits over time.” - Scarlett

“i agree that practice is key. this may be kinda obvious, but i would also say following other creators that inspire you! you could check resource blogs (allresources has both great psds and tutorials, so huge kudos to sabrina). i see deviantart is making a comeback, and creators have started posting some of their colorings on there, so you could also check that out perhaps?” - Nana

“i really like honeycoloring for psds + i would say don't be afraid to experiment with psds when you start out with them. combining different psds and turning off some of the layers might help depending on what kind of color scheme you're looking for. also don't go too crazy with textures if you are using pictures that are already very busy. i sometimes see newer creators doing that and it can become too much.” - Anniek

[audreyrousx]

3 things for tartarsauce

kiss the scars on his chest, trace the tattoo’s on his back, and do something artistic together. 

[xofaddiction]

"Oh Abraham, this is nothing. You should have seen the tattoos I’ve had to have removed." (from taron)

++ 𝖒𝖊𝖒𝖊𝖘 || 𝖆𝖈𝖈𝖊𝖕𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌 || this one

“…. please, please, please, PLEASE tell me that one of them was ruler marks on your dick? a few little lines wouldn’t be that painful to remove, probably. oooh! OR like a cum dumpster tramp stamp, that’s pretty good. ”

[mutilatd]

closed  starter for @gcldengrime​​

location :  outside of vanderbilt inc .

dry landscape ,     of desert ;     it feeds sporadicity ,     bouts of life - sucking air ,     dry spells that practically empty the lungs of moisture .     it throws patchy grasslands ,     blows dirt across the lines of pupils cowering from the sun as it begs so desperately to blind .     so ,     when it rains ,  it pours .     a god knows the gravity     of a storm     could never hurt no one ,     or rather ,     the ones who need it ,     for care ,     for crops ,     for clarity .     simply ,     a storm is the clouds     that form ,     billow and collide     into one another     like a clamoring pack ,     rushing to get from one side to the other .     it is in the sky overhead ,     but not only that     --     inside a man’s own head ,     rumbling terribly ,     brewing  ...    feeding metamorphosis . 

below the intent of a furrow ,     teeth grit     against clenched jaw ,     and eyes simply stare     out through glass displaying contrast ;     the casts of black and white shadows ,     bleeding together like a mundane painting ,     streaking against windshield ,     something to look at while he waits     and he waits .

things have been said ,     secrets have been mentioned .     and therefore ,  there is a tinge of unease ,     albeit a strange sense of calm ,     slowly brooding into anger ,     for his wits ,     as much as they’ve improved ,     remain to be a disarray ,     abashedly by the fault of no one     except himself .     for some stupid kid ,     holding more power      than what appears to bear on his shoulders     --     what did he see ,  innocence ?     if not in his aura ,     then in his eyes ?     when he sees headlights ,     halting ,     then flickering off ,     the boy king himself stepping out ,     he notices the actuality in judgement ,     ironically amid storm ,     for what it really is ,      and internally owns up the lapse     in case anyone else besides himself     realizes what he did .

when the passenger door opens ,     he cuts right in .     no hi ,  no hello ,  just ,     “ you know ,  i should arrest you right fuckin’ now , ”  and staring     at him ,     while he’s got him     just a few feet away .

[franciscc]

                  A KNOCK AT HIS DOOR  broke him out of his phone ,    it was only that unexpected sound that forced him to blink towards the time .   it was late , he notices .   he should be sound asleep with his work clothes folded on top of his nightstand ,   instead he lays on his living room couch with noise playing from his lit phone .    what the fuck ?    a low utterance , wrinkled brows before pushing himself to stand on his feet as he walked towards the door to check the peephole for the answer to his unspoken question.

                  a beaten and bloodied lennon is on the other side ,   though soon right in front of him when he opens the door .    "  jesus , man , come in .  "     HE DOESN’T KNOW WHEN HE BECAME THIS PERSON     the one people can rely on  .    although he does know he feels better about himself now that he is .   less angry  ,   at least .   “  i’d hate to see the other guy . ”    he comments shutting the door behind the other .   “  i’ll get you a bag of something frozen ,  help the swelling go down .  you can borrow some clothes , if you want .  ”

open to: everyone | @aurorabaystarter location: your muse's place, utp

Stained bright red, the only piece of clothing Lennon had left of his older brother was now splattered in maroon. Dirt and gravel had been weaved its way between threads, torn and frayed from dragging himself across the pavement and getting pushed against it. He had managed to get himself off of the bar's property lines to avoid being banned. The only problem was that without the gaze of bystanders, there was no anchor to settling the matter with rationality. It didn't take long for him to taste metal in my his mouth with copper, and then silver from the ring that cut his lip.

Lennon, however, couldn't go home immediately. His brother, who had been wandering the streets of Aurora Bay refusing his help, had finally given in. To go back after a fist fight would only contradict his preachings. He'd come here for help, but every touch that pressed into the bruises blooming under his skin he pushed away. He had instigated ever groan and cry from his body but Lennon would deal with the true consequences soon enough. He simply preferred to do it after his body stopped trembling against his own weight. With a hiss though clenched teeth, he spoke, "I'm fine. I just need to get cleaned up and I knew you were the only one who would still be awake."

[gwenarnolds]

♡ + lavrentii

FRIENDS.   childhood friends  /  work friends  /  family friends  /  recently friends  /  turning antagonistic  /  turning into something romantic  /  stable  /  falling apart  /  friendship of need  /  friendship of circumstance / pen - pals or internet friends  /  coworkers  /  partners  /  other

ROMANCE.   childhood sweethearts  /  newly entered  /  soulmates  /  skinny love  /  unrequited from my muses side  /  unrequited from your muses side  /  friends with benefits  /  awkward  /  fading  /  turning  toxic  /  toxic  and  destructive  /  other

FAMILIAL BOND.   sibling bond  /  older sibling figure to your muse  /  younger sibling figure to your muse  /  parental figure to your muse  /  parental figure to your muse  /  guardian figure  /  legal  guardian  /  other

ENEMIES.   dangerous to themselves  /  dangerous to others  /  unpredictable  /  passionate  /  rivals  /  petty  /  developing into a sexual tension  /  developing into a romantic tension  /  based off family matters  /  based of circumstance  /  based of professional matters  /  based of misunderstandings or lies  /  other

@laventii​

[phoebekeller]

WHO: @phoebekeller & @gcldengrime WHERE: Sea Shanty Shack WHEN: Phoebe's late-night shift

After a shitty encounter with a client left Phoebe holding back tears, she hid in the kitchen while she got ahold of herself and was ready to face people again. No matter how long she worked at the dinner and how many rude customers she encountered, she would never get used to getting yelled at like that. Not only had it left her feeling subhuman, but the fucking idiot had chosen to make his damn scene minutes before Lennon showed up. Lennon whom she always wanted to impress and had now witnessed her sniffling like a fool while she recounted the situation to him in a hushed whisper to avoid being overheard by the culprit.

Thirty minutes or so later, she was a little bit calmer and had gone back to her tasks which included taking out the trash in the back alley where she found Lennon standing over the man who had made her cry not so long ago. The asshole was on the ground with a bloody nose, which was very satisfying but also a little alarming. "Lennon, what the hell?" She whispered as if anyone would hear them back here at this time of the night. She watched the two of them in confusion, wondering how he had even figured out this stranger was involved when she had left every detail about his identity out. "Are you trying to get in trouble?"

[cursivequiet]

Location: Crescent Moon Tattoo Shop

Closed: @gcldengrime

The moment Liam had reappeared into her life, Catalina knew she was going to have to go see his brother. Lennon and her were barely on good terms, but he was the only one who knew about her secret and they still needed to be in agreement that it would stay that way. It was the most shameful moment in her life and she knew there was nothing that could change that, but she could keep it away from Liam. It was for the better that he never and will never know about it.

"Is Lennon Burke around?" She asked the receptionist softly, hating that she had to be here at all, "I need to speak to him, my name is Catalina Navarro, he'll know who I am," her fingers picked at her cuticles in an attempt to deal with her anxiety.

[ulyflynn]

Full Name: Ulysses Flynn.

Nicknames: Uly, Flynn.

Pronouns and Gender: He/Him, cis man.

Age: 27 + August 17th.

Birth place: Aurora Bay.

How long have they been in town?: His whole life / in prison for 2 years from 23-25 / back in town 11 months (as of August 2023).

Sexuality: Bisexual.

Housing: Ocean Crest Apartments.

Occupation: Bartender at Oasis Nightclub.

Family: Samuel "Switchblade" Flynn (father), Louise (estranged mother).

tw for abandonment, violence, assault, injury, prison. // @aurorabayaesthetic

BIO:

switchblade found out about ulysses when he found a screaming two week old on his door step with nothing more than a note that said ‘he’s yours’ tucked into a blue blanket with the name ulysses stitched on it. 

he thought it was a stupid fucking name, which is exactly why he never bothered to change it.

despite keeping him and raising him to the best of his ability, ulysses father wasn’t the most equipped to be a single father. if not for the members of the biker club his father had been in, uly's certain he wouldn't have made it to adulthood.

the life lessons he learned from a young age were violence and how not to get caught. he considers himself a pro at both. 

he’s never had much ambition beyond wanting to get easy money, and tried to drop out/get himself kicked out of school from age 12 onwards. his father forced him to stay and insisted he finish high school and ulysses made that everyone else’s problem from faculty to his peers. 

he managed to make it to graduation, but once he was handed his diploma his main focus was how he could get quick cash with the least amount of effort.

at 20, his father went on a bender and never came back. he hasn't heard from him since, but every now and then he checks his old trailer for any signs of life.

had a crush on a girl called edith teller ever since he was first able to decipher what a crush was. 

eventually, he managed to convince her to give him a real chance despite their differing views on his penchant for lawbreaking.

what followed was the most at peace he’s ever been in his life between that and working the odd jobs he did. he felt like he had figured out what life’s supposed to feel like, until he fucked it up. 

after edie was followed and harassed by a man who wouldn't take a hint after her shift end one night, uly took it upon himself to make sure that didn’t happen again. 

the following night, the man was found with a cracked skull and lost of vision in his right eye due to a vicious crowbar attack. be it adrenaline or plain stupidity, uly got himself caught when a very clear image of him on a CCTV camera in the parking lot got made him the only person of interest in the attack immediately after it.

due to this, jail time for aggravated assault was inevitable and he was eventually sentenced to two years in prison. 

he was paroled 6 months ago and is now adjusting to life as a free man and is trying -- and often times failing -- to stay out of trouble. 

PERSONALITY.

+ witty, driven, loyal, fearless.

- hotheaded, confrontational, obsessive, vengeful. 

BONUS ROUND.

uly’s birthchart.

he still has the note that his birth mother left when she abandoned him to remind him that blood doesn’t equal family. 

not a fan of cars, can be seen cruising around town on his motorbike.

CURRENT CONNECTIONS.

cousin of @gcldengrime and @liamburkes (muse no longer in game but still canon)

found family / inherited @phoebekeller

former roomies with @rinaxcicero (muse no longer in game but still canon)

current roomie of @colexwalters

one half of an idiot sandwich with @heyits-asher

friend of @thewrenxharlow

former situational roomie of @thegillyxliang

ex boyfriend of @pearlwestbrook (muse no longer in game but still canon)

ex-boyfriend of @edietello

co-worker of @lorelailewis

employee of @borawinters

cousin of @jordanmitchell

(recently discovered) half brother of @vanessagable

ex boyfriend from high school of @helenasoarcs

former friend / almost had a threesome in high school with @fionaosmvn (muse no longer in game but still canon)

neighbour / crush of @gcldrushed

past fwb of @noralevin

friend of @solaadisa

fwb (minus the friends part) of @madiiscn

pseudo-fam of / will break legs for @marsmoran

friend of @ninaxgray

SPECIFIC WANTED CONNECTIONS.

a roommate probs, why are all my muses unable to live on their own financially JSHGSHJ we'll never know!!

a best friend, the legit kind that he can tell everything to

post prison fling. it's probs a whole mess

co-workers at oasis night clerb!!!

WANTED CONNECTIONS.

connections wise he’s pretty much an open book right now, but some baseline ideas that can be springboarded off are:

friendly.

best friend / childhood friends / pseudo-siblings / a mentor / fellow club members / older club members he admires / friends / drunk friends / prison pen pals / new friends / co-workers from past odd jobs / former co-workers.

romantic.

flirtationship / friends with benefits / tinder matches / high school exes / unrequited crush (can be either way) / experimented with their sexuality together (he’s bisexual). 

antagonistic.

enemies / former (best) friends / fell for the same person & fell out of touch / frenemies / rivals / negative influence / former co-workers / people he’s fucked over in the past or has fucked him over. 

[violetsilhouettes]

closed: @gcldengrime location: the reef bar

Skyler couldn't help but notice the striking man who walked up beside her, eyes following him as he slid a drink from out of a bickering couple's view. She tilted her head using the slight extension to get a better look at what the man was up to, how he seemed to be taking advantage of an argument to score himself a free drink — clever. "Didn't feel like ordering anything yourself?" She questioned in a whisper that was loud enough to get his attention. "Or were you just hoping to see how far you'd get?"

[rosesjustdie]

Location: Room 18, Mirrors

Open to: @crimsonmarks​, @crimsxnsins​, @gcldengrime​

The hour had flown and Rosie was jumping with joy at the chance to actually get to go into one of the rooms. Not loving that she was separated from Jesse or Autumn though, these sorts of things were always a lot more fun with her closest friends by her side. Though usually that was because she would throw them to whatever was jumping at them. The small groups told her it wasn’t this sort of haunted house and she sighed a bit, knowing she couldn’t do the same to Taron. Not to her boss.

She knew Tyson a little bit, they’d met here and there but she didn’t know the fourth member of their group. As they stepped into the room she let out a chuckle at the amount of mirrors, “Taron, as Autumn isn’t here I think I’m obligated to say something like man seeing your face this many times is torture.” Her tone definitely teasing, she’d never say something like that and mean it. Smiling, she turned to the group, “So how do we go about this-- thing?”

[rippinsinners]

Turquoise- Can you share some toner tips with Lennon? Help him.

"Bro, I keep trying to give it to him! I think that man prefers to have that stank ass brassy blonde," Reed sighed, repeating the same sentiments over and over again, "half the time the man is mumbling and with that accent? I can't even tell anymore if he just likes it over the alternative." @gcldengrime

[audreyrousx]

closed for: @gcldengrime​ location: unbound ink

excited about her finalized tattoo design, the blonde walked into the tattoo shop and let her eyes roam around a bit. her eyes settled on the man with his cheek in his hand, looking bored beyond compare. “busy day?” she teased lightly as she walked toward him. “is now a good time?” she liked that he wanted to be the one to do her tattoo, the two of them were still getting used to each other — what better way to do that than letting him put art on her arm?

[jvxlencia]

smash or pass taron

“hm...smash.”

@gcldengrime

[crimsoncityfm]

Ayy! This is your favorite British girl here. I'd like to dedicate a song to a certain tattoo shop owner. Siri, please play Kill Somebody by Yungblud!

Siri is unfortunately out of commission right now but I can certainly play that. Certain tattoo artist I assume you know who you are. Enjoy.

@adashofnadia​ @gcldengrime​

[ulyflynn]

Working in a bar had done nothing to dampen his love of being in them, or their pub shaped cousins. Truthfully, he didn't see much of a difference in the two, but he was certain he would be on the business end of a lecture from the owner of Four Leaf if he expressed that thought anywhere but in his own head.

Like most nights he was trying to let loose, it was a Hennessy-and-Don't-Check-Pearl's-Location type vibe, his phone on airplane mode to make himself particularly unreachable as he worked through his third drink of the evening.

A familiar voice cuts through what he called the hiddly-diddly music being played in the space, leaning down instinctively as Lennon identified him in the pub but not directly next to him.

"Sure fucking looks like him." He says, looking at no one in particular in the cluster of people in their eye line. As always, there was no one in it who shared his distinctive height.

"Do we fuck with this cousin or is he a nah?"

open to: ulysses flynn @ulyflynn location: four leaf pub

Something had to give. That small line always ran up and down the forefront of Lennon's thoughts when nothing seemed to fall into place. Eventually, something had to align itself— and the same was to be said for when things went too well. When it came to his own sobriety, it had been something he did on his own. He had to hide recovery for the sake of avoiding a trail that could be traced when it came to getting back the brothers he had left, though there was no denying that Lennon wasn't much better than they were.

The slur softened his words even more, and anything above a whisper was an instant shout in an effort to be heard. Fuck articulation when there was volume. Though, Lennon wasn't quite sure how to approach the familiar build that hung above the rest. Was there bad blood, or just familial now? Guinness had turned to tar over his thoughts and he was stuck playing the ones that weren't stuck together and too dark to read.

"That's my cousin, ain't it?" He asked, leaning over to the person next to him— asking Ulysses himself who he was.