𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒸𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔

𝒈𝒐𝒔𝒔𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒌 ,

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𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒅 . independent, private, and low - activity original character : harlow blake. entertainer & criminal informant. a study of explosive femininity, growing in a shadow, and self - discovery. 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙮 𝙟𝙪𝙡𝙚𝙨 ( they / she ), 26, pst . ♡

𝙲𝙰𝚁𝚁𝙳. 𝙸𝙽𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙴𝚂𝚃 𝚃𝚁𝙰𝙲𝙺𝙴𝚁. 𝙿𝙸𝙽𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙴𝚂𝚃.

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still updating graphics but !! @starrstained

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update !! i wanna revamp ! so bad !

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would y'all still love me if i moved 😫 again

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okay i am GETTING DOWN TO BUSINESS. 💪 clearing out some of my inbox and working on those starters. catch me in dms! ✨

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so..... how are we feeling about born again?

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i'm hoping to start being more active now that the holidays have settled down so this is a super sneaky starter call ❤️

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happy valentine's day, harlow 10/10 spoils her lovers with flowers and chocolates. and a lot lot of kisses 🥰

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happy weekend everybody ✨ i fear i've been feeling my nasty demon man this week so i'll be on @vincitiia this evening.

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okay quick note— with my work schedule and the general state of the world right now, i am very slow reply. 💔 this is a soft reminder that i am so excited to return and be here and write, i haven't forgotten ! i will return.

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*presses my face to the glass* does anyone know if baldur's g.ate is worth it?

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atlas sighs heavily as they step into harlow’s dressing room. typically security isn’t allowed into these rooms, but the friends are a special case when it comes to house rules. atlas’ shift had just ended with them taking a nasty hit from a group she was escorting out before gaining control of the situation and banning the group of young men personally. now, there’s a bag of frozen peas pressed to her ribs as she settles onto her friends couch. closing her eyes, atlas doesn’t realize they’ve fallen asleep until the door is opening.

blinking up at harlow, she smiles softly and tosses the mostly melted bag of peas off to the side. “did anyone else bother you tonight? cause i’d rather not bruise the rest of my ribs if i can avoid it,” they tease, voice barely a whisper.

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❝ oh god━ ❞ voice slips into a half - comforting trill , ❝ what happened ? ❞ reach follows suit, crouching to carefully pluck the thawed vegetables from their hands. usually, she'd have more tact, now abandoned in place of concern. anger rushes instead, hissed words and clenched teeth as she frowns. ❝ NAH, the only thing you have to worry about is who i'm gonna bother. was it that group of douchebags from earlier? motherfuckers. they better hope i don't find them. ❞ part of her understands that it's part of the work, feels warm and aching that atlas would undergo this kind of treatment for the girls . . . and the other part really wants to hit something. HARLOW RELEASES A SIGH / scoops emotion back into chestline , ❝ wanna let me see? if it hurts like that, i wanna make sure you haven't fractured a rib. ❞

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❝ c'mere @notelasts━ ❞ her touch is firm yet unintrusive on amelie's wrist as she reaches up to brush a stray strand of hair from her face. ❝ there you go. you look amazing tonight. how are you feeling? ❞ ♡

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good morning i am watching d.octor sleep and it is bringing me to life

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*  askbox:   how did you get this scar?     ⸻    *    @starrstained

 ❝     afghanistan. some soldier tried to knife me and missed     ❞     he says, eyeing the scarred tissue located high up his arm. it's hard to keep track at this point. some of them stem from his years of service, some of them from criminals he slaughtered in the rage of the moment, some of them he remembers their origin vividly. he feels her run her fingertips through his hair only to find a deep scarred gash on the side of his skull. that was all billy.     ❝     that was... an old friend     ❞     he sighs out. he'll spare her the details. it's been years anyway, no point in bringing all that back now. instead, he kisses her forehead, his massive hand pulling her thigh over his body. now's his turn, as his calloused fingers crawl up and down the side of her body. there are some faint marks he's noticed on her, the ones on her inner thigh he often kisses while making his way between her legs.     ❝     what about you? got any you wanna talk about?     ❞

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lips downturn, more reflective than sad as her fingers follow suit— grazing over the ridges in his skin, memorizing the mosaic of his scars. ❝ an old friend, huh ? ❞ she repeats, softening tenderly in rib lining. it must have hurt, for someone so close to leave such a vicious wound. part of her wants to ask what happened. frank isn't exactly easy to hit, but it's so difficult to poke at his sorrows. pause & she responds to his inquiry with a gentle hum, light - hearted in wake of bitter memories. they've lived completely different lives . . . even their bodies reflect it. ❝ it's about what you'd expect from a spoiled, boarding school near - dropout. ❞ touch drifts to his chest to trace absent circles. GOD, SHE ADORES HIM. he was honest, she can be too. ❝ i saw my mom go . . . adjusting after that wasn't really easy. even if it was better, in the end. ❞