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[gloomglimmer]

ʚ  GLOOMGLIMMER!  Hey  there!  I’m  Ettie  (she/they),  and  I’m  in  my  30s.  I  have  a  deep  passion  for  creating  beautiful  graphics  for  everyone:  whether  you’re  a  seasoned  pro  or  just  starting  out  with  Photoshop.  My  specialty  lies  in  gothic,  fantasy,  and  horror  aesthetics,  but  I  genuinely  love  taking  on  new  challenges  and  exploring  different  styles.

In  addition  to  graphics,  I  also  enjoy  crafting  writing  prompts  and  comprehensive  master  lists  to  enhance  your  roleplay  experiences.  My  goal  is  to  help  you  bring  your  ideas  to  life  in  a  visually  stunning  way,  no  matter  your  skill  level.  Let’s  collaborate  and  create  something  amazing  together!

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[fleaura]

𓇢𓆸  ONAGRACAE  :  juneby camping ground. 

At Juneby Camping Ground, FIREWEED handles check‑ins with a practiced calm, though lately the woods feel wrong, as if the trees lean in a little too close when no one is looking. WHITE DAISY maintains the trails with a bright confidence that cracks whenever they find fresh cryptic markings. CALIFORNIA POPPY runs the gear shed, collecting shaken stories from hikers who return pale and trembling, insisting they heard someone screaming deep in the forest long after quiet hours. WOOD LILY patrols the fire pits at night, flashlight trembling as they catch glimpses of figures darting between trees, too tall and too thin to be human. WILD LUPINE, the newest intern, tries to laugh it all off until they find a shredded sleeping bag at an empty campsite, still warm, still smelling of blood.

The staff has always avoided conversation about the missing coworker, the same sibling MOUNTAIN LAUREL still mourns, but now the forest makes it impossible. Radios crackle with distorted voices that mimic their own. Trail cameras show silhouettes standing inches from the lens, though no one was there when the footage was taken. Something stalks the campground at night, dragging its limbs through the underbrush, leaving behind footprints that sink too deep into the soil. When FIREWEED discovers a torn scrap of clothing belonging to the missing sibling near the old quarry path, soaked through with dried blood, the group realizes the disappearances aren’t random. Something ancient and starving has been living in Juneby’s woods, watching them, learning them, waiting for the right moment to step out of the dark. And as the nights grow longer, the staff begins to understand that whatever is hunting them isn’t finished, it’s only just begun.

Notes: all characters must be above the age of twenty. All skeletons are campground employees taking care of children between the ages of 9-14. 

FIREWEED:     open.     Calm under pressure and endlessly patient, Fireweed has worked at Juneby long enough to know the forest’s moods,  which is why the recent shift terrifies them. They’ve started keeping a private logbook of strange sightings, missing campers, and the way the trees seem to lean closer every week. When they find a blood‑soaked scrap of their missing coworker’s clothing near the old quarry path, Fireweed becomes the reluctant anchor of the group, torn between protecting the kids and uncovering what really happened to the person they lost.   

WHITE DAISY:    open / poc.      Bright, capable, and beloved by the campers, White Daisy is the kind of counselor who knows every trail by heart. But lately, the woods feel unfamiliar. Fresh symbol marks appear on trees they swear were clean the day before, and something keeps following them during morning rounds, always just out of sight. White Daisy sees figures in the darkness that no one else can. Despite their cheerful nature, they find themselves protective of the children in the camp. Their cheerful façade cracks more each day, especially when they realize the symbols might mean something.   

CALIFORNIA POPPY:    open / poc.    Known for being the drummer of the sensational artist apple crumble, California Poppy enjoys their time in the place they once called home. Stationed in the gear shed, California Poppy hears every shaken story from hikers who return pale and trembling. They’ve always brushed off the tales as campfire nerves, until they start hearing the same scream described by different people, all from different parts of the forest. Poppy has begun collecting these accounts, pinning them on a corkboard behind the counter. The map they’re forming looks disturbingly intentional. They begin to regret leaving the high life in L.A.  

WOOD LILY:     open / poc.     The night‑shift fire‑pit patrol is supposed to be boring, but Wood Lily hasn’t slept properly in weeks. Wood Lily is the provider for their younger siblings, the job pays well. This is something they remind themselves of when their flashlight keeps catching figures darting between the trees. They might describe them as  too tall, too thin, too wrong. They’ve tried reporting it, but the cameras never show anything. Now they walk their rounds with a growing sense of dread, convinced that whatever is out there knows their schedule… and is getting bolder.   

WILD LUPINE:   open.     The newest intern, eager to impress and desperate to fit in, Wild Lupine tries to laugh off the staff’s ghost stories. Rumors follow them from their last camp, a tragedy, the new staff is kind enough to look past it. Wild lupine is relieved to be in Monaco, until they find a shredded sleeping bag at an empty campsite, still warm, still smelling of blood. Since then, they’ve been jumpy, paranoid, and unable to shake the feeling that something is stalking them specifically. They’re beginning to suspect the forest recognizes them… and remembers something they desperately try to forget. 

[fleaura]

𓇢𓆸 ANEMONE  :  amberfig apartment complex.  

Amberfig Apartments used to be one of Monaco’s pride pieces, a sleek, refurbished old money building with warm lighting, polished floors, and a waiting list months long. Now it’s a place where the lights buzz too loudly, the taps run brown before they run clear, and the elevator groans like it’s carrying more weight than the people inside. Residents whisper that the building is dying, but no one can agree on what killed it. The latest headline didn’t help: a neighbor was arrested for a cold‑case crime, dragged out in handcuffs while the entire complex watched from their balconies. But for the residents of Amberfig, that’s barely the beginning. Faulty wiring, strange noises in the vents, doors unlocking themselves at night,  the building feels like it’s unraveling from the inside out.

HYDRANGEA, a practicing therapist with more secrets than coping strategies, has started hearing things through the walls during late‑night sessions, voices that don’t belong to any client. LARKSPIR, an aspiring artist, keeps waking to find new sketches in their notebook, drawn in a style that isn’t theirs. AFRICAN DAISY, a successful law student, has begun receiving case files slipped under their door, all tied to the same cold case their neighbor was arrested for. MAGNOLIA, the quiet chef, swears they’ve seen someone standing in the hallway at 3 a.m., even though the security cameras show nothing.

Despite everything, or maybe because of it,  the residents have begun forming a strange, reluctant found family. They share meals, compare notes, and keep watch for one another. Because something is happening inside Amberfig, something the building itself seems to be trying to reveal. And the residents are starting to realize that whatever their arrested neighbor was accused of… they might not have been the only one involved.

Amberfig was once a luxury. Now it’s a warning. And the people who live there are the only ones paying attention.

SPECIAL NOTES: All muses must be 25+. We encourage applicants to think outside the box when crafting ages, histories, and the secrets their characters bring into Amberfig. 

LARKSPIR:     open / poc.       A restless artist who moved into Amberfig for the “cheap rent and good light,” Larkspir is beginning to realize the building may be using them as much as they’re using it. Their sketchbooks are filled with drawings they don’t remember making,  hallways that don’t exist, faces they’ve never seen, symbols that repeat across pages. They tell themselves it’s stress, or sleepwalking, or some kind of creative breakthrough… but the sketches keep getting closer to their own apartment door. What is Larkspir running from?   

AFRICAN DAISY:     open / nb.       A sharp, ambitious law student who prides themself on logic and evidence, African Daisy is shaken when a particular case file is slipped under their door, all tied to the cold case their neighbor was arrested for. The documents contain details that were never made public, and some pages look freshly typed. If anyone lives in Monaco, they know things are not how they seem. They’re determined to figure out who’s sending them, but the deeper they dig, the more they suspect the building itself is trying to make them remember something they’ve never known.   

MAGNOLIA:     open.      A quiet chef who works late hours, Magnolia is used to coming home at odd times,  but not to seeing someone standing perfectly still in the hallway at 3 a.m.  Magnolia is brought back to their childhood and the spirits they forced in a locked box in the mind of their psyche. It can’t be happening again. They swear they saw someone. They’ve checked the security cameras, asked the neighbors, even filed a report, but the footage always shows an empty corridor. Magnolia tries to ignore it, but the figure keeps appearing… and lately, it’s been standing a little closer to their door.  

HYDRANGEA:     open.        A therapist who runs late‑night virtual sessions from their apartment, Hydrangea has always believed in listening closely,  but now they’re hearing voices through the walls that don’t belong to any client. Sometimes it sounds like whispering. Sometimes crying. Sometimes laughter. They’ve started keeping notes, trying to map the sounds to the building’s layout, but the patterns don’t make sense. And the voices are getting louder.  Hydrangea is the first of the four to speak on it, some would say they’re the leader of the pack. The only question is… what are the voices saying?  

[fleaura]

TUNE IN TO 91.5 RADIO STATION FOR FAVORITE HITS. 

"What lies beneath Monaco’s surface? Something ancient, patient, and deeply woven into the land itself. Sometimes it’s felt in the hum of a late-night transmission, sometimes glimpsed in the flicker of a streetlamp or the trembling leaves at the edge of the woods. Maybe it’s the network. Maybe it’s the land. Maybe it’s the people. Whatever it is, it binds Monaco together, anchoring every story, every rumor, every inexplicable event. People stay because they love it, or because they’re afraid, or simply because they’ve forgotten how to leave. Some stay because Monaco itself refuses to let them go. There’s a dangerous, magnetic beauty here that makes people feel chosen, as if they belong to something vast and secret. Even if that something is restless. Even if it is watching. Monaco is a town of wildflowers blooming in the darkness, each person a petal on a story whose heart remains hidden, pulsing softly, waiting to be found." 

FLEAURA is a gloomy slice of life skeleton tumblr rp set in a fully fleshed town blooming with rot known as monaco. this town has a strange beauty, and secrets no one can quite name. inspired by analog horror, southern gothic decay, and the quiet dread of places that refuse to die, monaco invites you into a world where every neighborhood has a story, every business hides a truth, and every resident stays for reasons they can’t explain. 

FOLLOW FOR SKELETON TEASERS

[fleaura]

𓇢𓆸  ONAGRACAE  :  juneby camping ground. 

At Juneby Camping Ground, FIREWEED handles check‑ins with a practiced calm, though lately the woods feel wrong, as if the trees lean in a little too close when no one is looking. WHITE DAISY maintains the trails with a bright confidence that cracks whenever they find fresh cryptic markings. CALIFORNIA POPPY runs the gear shed, collecting shaken stories from hikers who return pale and trembling, insisting they heard someone screaming deep in the forest long after quiet hours. WOOD LILY patrols the fire pits at night, flashlight trembling as they catch glimpses of figures darting between trees, too tall and too thin to be human. WILD LUPINE, the newest intern, tries to laugh it all off until they find a shredded sleeping bag at an empty campsite, still warm, still smelling of blood.

The staff has always avoided conversation about the missing coworker, the same sibling MOUNTAIN LAUREL still mourns, but now the forest makes it impossible. Radios crackle with distorted voices that mimic their own. Trail cameras show silhouettes standing inches from the lens, though no one was there when the footage was taken. Something stalks the campground at night, dragging its limbs through the underbrush, leaving behind footprints that sink too deep into the soil. When FIREWEED discovers a torn scrap of clothing belonging to the missing sibling near the old quarry path, soaked through with dried blood, the group realizes the disappearances aren’t random. Something ancient and starving has been living in Juneby’s woods, watching them, learning them, waiting for the right moment to step out of the dark. And as the nights grow longer, the staff begins to understand that whatever is hunting them isn’t finished, it’s only just begun.

Notes: all characters must be above the age of twenty. All skeletons are campground employees taking care of children between the ages of 9-14. 

FIREWEED:     open.     Calm under pressure and endlessly patient, Fireweed has worked at Juneby long enough to know the forest’s moods,  which is why the recent shift terrifies them. They’ve started keeping a private logbook of strange sightings, missing campers, and the way the trees seem to lean closer every week. When they find a blood‑soaked scrap of their missing coworker’s clothing near the old quarry path, Fireweed becomes the reluctant anchor of the group, torn between protecting the kids and uncovering what really happened to the person they lost.   

WHITE DAISY:    open / poc.      Bright, capable, and beloved by the campers, White Daisy is the kind of counselor who knows every trail by heart. But lately, the woods feel unfamiliar. Fresh symbol marks appear on trees they swear were clean the day before, and something keeps following them during morning rounds, always just out of sight. White Daisy sees figures in the darkness that no one else can. Despite their cheerful nature, they find themselves protective of the children in the camp. Their cheerful façade cracks more each day, especially when they realize the symbols might mean something.   

CALIFORNIA POPPY:    open / poc.    Known for being the drummer of the sensational artist apple crumble, California Poppy enjoys their time in the place they once called home. Stationed in the gear shed, California Poppy hears every shaken story from hikers who return pale and trembling. They’ve always brushed off the tales as campfire nerves, until they start hearing the same scream described by different people, all from different parts of the forest. Poppy has begun collecting these accounts, pinning them on a corkboard behind the counter. The map they’re forming looks disturbingly intentional. They begin to regret leaving the high life in L.A.  

WOOD LILY:     open / poc.     The night‑shift fire‑pit patrol is supposed to be boring, but Wood Lily hasn’t slept properly in weeks. Wood Lily is the provider for their younger siblings, the job pays well. This is something they remind themselves of when their flashlight keeps catching figures darting between the trees. They might describe them as  too tall, too thin, too wrong. They’ve tried reporting it, but the cameras never show anything. Now they walk their rounds with a growing sense of dread, convinced that whatever is out there knows their schedule… and is getting bolder.   

WILD LUPINE:   open.     The newest intern, eager to impress and desperate to fit in, Wild Lupine tries to laugh off the staff’s ghost stories. Rumors follow them from their last camp, a tragedy, the new staff is kind enough to look past it. Wild lupine is relieved to be in Monaco, until they find a shredded sleeping bag at an empty campsite, still warm, still smelling of blood. Since then, they’ve been jumpy, paranoid, and unable to shake the feeling that something is stalking them specifically. They’re beginning to suspect the forest recognizes them… and remembers something they desperately try to forget. 

[fleaura]

THE GAMEPLAY

This roleplay is inspired by Floriography, with each character or storyline symbolizing a unique flower, herb, or tree. We believe that, with patience, we can cultivate something truly beautiful together. Our gameplay embraces the butterfly effect: every decision a player makes can shape the direction of the story.

In our world, every subplot begins as a Bloom, a closed bud of narrative potential waiting to unfold. As players interact with the story, their choices, relationships, and discoveries naturally form the Key needed to open that Bloom. When a Bloom opens, the world expands: new characters emerge, hidden lore comes to light, fresh regions appear on the map, and additional subplots take root. Each opened Bloom enriches the garden of our story, allowing the world to grow organically in response to the care, curiosity, and actions of the players.   

THE SEED SCALE 

Throughout the game, we track our collective progress through the Flower of Fleaura, a living symbol of the world’s growth. Each subplot begins as a seed , and as players make meaningful choices, they create the cycle that blooms. Every opened Bloom feeds energy back into the Flower of Fleaura, causing it to unfurl another petal on our progress scale. The more Blooms that open, the more the Flower awakens, revealing new regions, characters, lore, and mysteries. As the story deepens, the Flower of Fleaura blossoms in tandem, reflecting the beauty we cultivate together. 

   ✻    Bud → Sprout → Petal → Blossom → Full Bloom 

[fleaura]

TUNE IN TO 91.5 RADIO STATION FOR FAVORITE HITS. 

"What lies beneath Monaco’s surface? Something ancient, patient, and deeply woven into the land itself. Sometimes it’s felt in the hum of a late-night transmission, sometimes glimpsed in the flicker of a streetlamp or the trembling leaves at the edge of the woods. Maybe it’s the network. Maybe it’s the land. Maybe it’s the people. Whatever it is, it binds Monaco together, anchoring every story, every rumor, every inexplicable event. People stay because they love it, or because they’re afraid, or simply because they’ve forgotten how to leave. Some stay because Monaco itself refuses to let them go. There’s a dangerous, magnetic beauty here that makes people feel chosen, as if they belong to something vast and secret. Even if that something is restless. Even if it is watching. Monaco is a town of wildflowers blooming in the darkness, each person a petal on a story whose heart remains hidden, pulsing softly, waiting to be found." 

FLEAURA is a gloomy slice of life skeleton tumblr rp set in a fully fleshed town blooming with rot known as monaco. this town has a strange beauty, and secrets no one can quite name. inspired by analog horror, southern gothic decay, and the quiet dread of places that refuse to die, monaco invites you into a world where every neighborhood has a story, every business hides a truth, and every resident stays for reasons they can’t explain. 

FOLLOW FOR SKELETON TEASERS

[gloomglimmer]

all jokes aside, the anonymous dogpiling usually is from a small group of people who don't like me, but I highly doubt they would even be low enough to send anons to someone like that. I have all the friends and people who have my back that I need. none of them are bullies and I refuse to allow that narrative to spill out. i'm friends with genuinely some of the kindest and talented people I could be. out of the many things, specifically bullshit thrown out about me, never has anyone brought up friends until now. its again, a desperate way to attack me to hurt people I care about. I hope people, like before, realize that it's not the truth. I only make this statement for my friends. You can drag me however much you want. At least I'm not a desperate anon supporting someone like that. cheers.

[maximumglitchvision]

PSA / COMMUNITY WARNING.

Matthias (tumblr user houndpack, asmodeus-psd, hcunds, asmvdeus) is a "dead dove friendly" content creator, tumblr roleplayer and ao3 user who writes smut about characters as young as 15 and most recently toddlers, focusing on graphic depictions of their underdeveloped bodies. He tries to pass it off as age play and spreads misinformation about the kink community in an attempt to excuse this dangerous behavior. He'll even argue, in his own words, that "fictional people (words on paper, pixels on a screen, etc) cannot be harmed beyond their fictional world".

This is just him talking down to people, but it's not about hurting fictional characters, it's about hurting real people by normalizing the sexualization of children through fiction. That's why this content is not allowed on Tumblr or most of the rest of the internet, even in text form.

This post is not meant to encourage harassment, dogpiling, or contact with this man. I am simply sharing information so others can make informed decisions about who they choose to interact with, follow, promote, or support. As you can see, this information is readily available in his pinned post, it's just tucked away under a read more.

[deadly-cig]

ICONS SET — fairies

crédit : deadly.cigarette merci à @gloomglimmer pour le psd.

[gloomglimmer]

DNI / use my resources if you support this type of person. Abuse is never okay, the fact you're still attracted to an abuser says so much. It's not even to ruffle feathers at this point. You gif so many male abusers @/houndpack, your intention is to hurt women and it's very clear. You think a sharp jawline is a good enough excuse to gif an abuser. Get fucked lmao.

[gloomglimmer]

upcoming project: writeblr theme!

[gloomglimmer]

upcoming project: writeblr theme!

[gloomglimmer]

every prompt & psd will be deleted by may 3rd to make room for changes, feel free to dl or queue prompts. thank you for using my content!

[gloomglimmer]

my ko-fi my discord shop

[gloomglimmer]

every prompt & psd will be deleted by may 3rd to make room for changes, feel free to dl or queue prompts. thank you for using my content!

[gloomglimmer]

my ko-fi my discord shop

[ghcstfaec]

🌷 re: themes and pages commissions are open / 25% off on my payhip when you enter the code graduationblues on checkout

✨ the design of the theme or page could be as complex as possible as long as i can do it and it’s within my skills and/or the scripts combination can hold

process: - project duration between five to nine days - design can be up to you, i could take over and surprise you or a bit of both / complexity could be as complex as long as the scripts can hold or that it’s within my skillset (exp of 10+ years of coding)

✨ learn more about my commissions process and information / previous commissions i’ve done ✨ send a (snail) email at [email protected] if you have further inquiries

[gloomglimmer]

every prompt & psd will be deleted by may 3rd to make room for changes, feel free to dl or queue prompts. thank you for using my content!

[gloomglimmer]

my ko-fi my discord shop