#evermore elf

[hayleyolivia]

I wanted to make us both into D&D characters for our trip to Evermore Park (and also FanX). Lots of sewing, leather craft, and winging it later, here we are!

#cosplay #leather work #sewing #a different kind of art #art #artists on tumblr #dnd #fantasy #dnd character #character art #digital art #dungeons and dragons #elf #human #fanxslc #evermore park

[kenhowler2004]

I love being an artist because I can draw a character I haven't drawn in like 4-5 years and just floor everyone with the progress of my art.

Like this was when I didn't know how to draw male characters:

And then just a few years later I slap the world with this, and it's the same character!

The difference is a slap in the face.

#i draw shit #art #oc talk #dnd #WHY ARE WINGED AASIMARS NOT A BASE DND THING!? #like we got winged tieflings in base dnd but not aasimars??? #I have to use a homebrew race someone else made for him to remain the same #But yeah this character is named #Halt Evermore #gay unofficial second dad and trade's master to my half elf ranger #I love him so much #good unofficial dad boy

[donaviolet]

My lil precious child

#oc #original character #have i posted abt her before? idk but shes so cute and silly and shes one of my first ocs i love her so muchh #violet #violet evermore #the day the world restarted #tdtwr #elf #art #my art #traditional art

[faerievampling]

His Pleasure

Summary: Ever since the defeat of the Netherbrain, Astarion and Tav work to help Astarion find his own pleasure in the bedroom.

Pairing: Spawn!Astarion x Female Tav

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: 18+. Explicit. Oral Sex. Cunnilingus. Blow Job. Hand job. Vaginal Fingering. Anal Fingering. Astarion being freaky because I said so.

Link to AO3!

****

“I certainly know how to use it, I just don’t know exactly what I want to do with it…” Astarion says as his ruby eyes sweep over you; he’s sat back on his heels, cock in hand, trying to make a rather difficult choice. You watch the muscles and veins in his hands flex as he squeezes his shaft; you know he wants this just as much as you.

The two of you hadn’t gotten this far before, not since the night he brought you to his grave. Astarion had been empowered then, but just as they say of soldiers in war, they are rarely traumatized during the battle. It is only after, when the soldiers are finally safe, that they feel the lingering horrors that reside only inside their minds, despite how real the danger still feels.

Astarion had made so much progress since then. He had found his safety in himself and you.

You see the pre-cum pooling at the tip of Astarion’s cock; he brings his hand around his tip, using his juices to lubricate himself, stroking his length as he makes his decision.

You lie on your back, your legs spread as Astarion sat between them. You had propped yourself up on your elbows to get a better look at Astarion pleasuring himself.

Your poor lover really didn’t know where to start. But his presence was evermore, and that was the most important thing. But you were interested in the choices he’d make seeking his own pleasure.

“Might I ask you a question? A mere thought experiment, of course.” You ask, your voice thick with desire.

Astarion perks up, his eyes bright as his free hand pushes his hair back before finding your leg. The elf is idly stroking himself as he gently massages your thigh, eyes sweeping over you with a deep seated hunger before he meets your gaze.

“Anything for you, darling,” Astarion is looking a bit feral, by this point, his lust beginning to going to his pretty head.

“What were the first things you liked about me? About my-ah, sex appeal?” You look at him through your lashes.

Astarion ponders your question for just a moment before his face shifts into something carnal and determined: you realize he’s just decided what to do with the naked woman in front of him.

“Bring your knees up to your chest,” He says, his voice low and commanding. You immediately do so, exposing your slick mound to him.

Astarion brings his hand to your folds, his finger and thumb parting your layers. The moan that comes from his mouth is guttural, animalistic, and you don’t think you’ve ever even heard this sound from your lover before.

You feel as Astarion’s fingers press into you, gently pinching the top of your mound, right where your swollen clitoris throbs for contact.

With your sex figuratively and literally in his hands, Astarion looks up to you, pupils blown wide with lust before he releases you, bringing his head between your thighs and wasting no time placing his lips on your swollen cunt.

The sensation of his lips on your flesh makes you shudder, only further igniting the raging storm between your legs.

His tongue carefully laps at your folds as he sucks your throbbing bundle into his mouth, his lips delicately circling you. His kisses are sloppy, uncontrolled, and you know he’s enjoying himself by the little whimpers that escape Astarion’s mouth as he drinks you in.

“Oh…” You moan just before Astarion’s motions cease. Breaking your kiss, Astarion brings himself back upright, a string of juices trailing from his pretty lips as you admire the slick on his face.

You’re about to ask if everything is alright when Astarion swiftly brings two fingers to your entrance, his fingers grazing your slit to capture your musky, honeyed essence before plunging them into you.

Already wet and ready, you accept him with no resistance, and Astarion reaches into your depths sooner than you anticipated, earning a shocked gasp from you as he’s already found your g-spot: that spongey, sensitive area that makes you sing when he touches it.

Your thighs twitch at the pressure, at the pleasure, and you’re already desperate to come for him.

Astarion hasn’t stopped smiling; you smile back at him just before he removes himself from you, bringing his two fingers between his lips to taste your depths.

Watching Astarion suck on his fingers, slick with your juices, ignites something deep and carnal inside you, threatening to tear your chest apart with something that could only be felt in a heated entanglement with a trusted, doting lover.

“Gods…” He says as he quickens his stroking, eyes sweeping over you again. “I don’t even know which part of you…” he trails off, bringing his forehead to your pelvis as he nestles his nose above your sex, drinking in the scent of you as he loses himself to his own stroking.

Astarion plants another kiss, with only a little bit of tongue, on your swollen clitoris before bringing himself upright, moving from between your legs to your side, his hands already on you, urging you into the position he wants.

“All of you is an option, I presume?” Astarion says as he gets you on your knees, a hand in your hair as he draws your head to face his member, large and throbbing in his hand as he brings the tip of it to your lips.

You realize Astarion hadn’t ignored your question earlier: you had simply introduced him to another conundrum of having to decide on his favorite part of you.

You wrap your fingers around the base of his cock, stroking him tenderly before you bring his swollen tip between your teeth, biting down gently before suctioning your lips around him, closing your eyes as you work to please your handsome lover.

“Mhm,” You moan, meaning to say yes, but your mouth is a little full. You only think you know what he means by this before you feel Astarion’s other hand reach around to your backside, a finger finding your tight, ringed entrance.

He presses on it, causing you to gasp on his cock, making him chuckle as he brushes his fingers through your hair. You look up, only to find Astarion looking at you as if you were some angelic being.

It was almost funny, the reverence in his eyes, because you knew how much of a mess you looked: cock in your mouth, salivating and dripping cunt with no release in sight, your hips tilted so that your lover could more easily insert the tip of his finger into your desperate ass, your muscle clenching around him as he plunged himself deeper into your entrance.

But it was real.

Masterlist

#astarion #astarion smut #astarion x reader #astarion x you #astarion x female tav #astarion x tav #spawn!astarion #spawn astarion #astarion romance

[evermore-grimoire]

The Evermore Grimoire: Mythology

Elves are supernatural beings who originated in Norse mythology and English folklore. In early modern folklore, they were connected with fairies. However, ever since J.R.R. Tolkein's fantasy novels they have become more popular and tend to lean more towards being humanoids. They have been portrayed to be long-lived or immortal and have magical powers attributed to them, especially powers related to nature. Elves are also often pictured as youthful-seeming men and women of great beauty living in forests and other natural places, underground or in wells and springs. In relation to the beauty of the Norse elves, there are some Old English words such as ælfsciene (meaning ‘elf-beautiful’). These facts indicate that there may be some similarities (in regards to beauty) between Norse and Old English Elf mythology.

artwork by MathiaArkoniel

#MythEdit #MythologyEdit #FYeahMyths #FantasyEdit #Norse Mythology #Folklore #Tolkein #Elves #Fairies #My Edit

[marietheran]

LotR reread - book 2, chapter 6 - Lothlórien

I was never that great a fan of dwarves, but all those moments of cultural significance Tolkien gives Gimli are something*･✧

And I love the fact that he gets to see his people's ancestral realm, despite it all, and even be something of a guide to the rest of the fellowship at times.

That was in the previous chapters, but kudos to Gandalf for frequently consulting Gimli even though he ultimately had the greater knowledge of Moria

"Though Orcs will often pursue foes for many leagues into the plain, if they have a fallen captain to avenge" implies an interesting sort of semi-loyalty, even when not pressed by the person commanding it.

Mysterious Allusions to Aragorn/Arwen Counter: 2.875 (why must there be so many that might be more general, but...?)

I have decided that the bad reputation Lothlorien has among some Gondorians is, more or less, due to the fact that once in a while a young scholar will realise the Lady of the Golden Wood was there for most of history, and set out to interview her, be rather indelicate about it (this is her family, after all!) and get summarily thrown out.

"But from the West has come no word/ And on the Hither Shore/ No tidings Elven-folk have heard/ Of Amroth evermore"

Elves can forget! "That is but part for I have forgotten much". I don't know if it's common fanon that they can't, but I have met with it, and it's not true.

The description of the night spent among the trees, and the elves speaking in whispers while Frodo is half-asleep... something about it moves me.

A Lorien elf with gold hair... hmm, clearly it isn't nonexisten among the elves of Middle-earth. Lothlorien did have a population that included some Noldor (including maybe some more part-Vanyar than just Galadriel), but this seems more like it might be a silvan elf.

Aragorn's handling of the blindfold situation does cast him in a very good light.

Frodo seems to be able to look at the world with elvish eyes, here in Lorien, maybe, everything seeming both new and ancient...

"...but whereas the light perceives the very heart if the darkness its own secret has not been discovered." vs. "And the light shineth in darkness, and the darkness did not comprehend it."?

Allusions to Aragorn/Arwen Counter at 3.875. Admittedly, "Arwen, beloved" is more than an allusion, but it's in elvish so no one understands it at first.

"And taking Frodo's hand in his, he left the hill of Cerin Amroth and came there never again as living man." *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

I'm beginning to fall in love with Aragorn again.

That last quote is weirdly phrased though... does it imply he came there not as a living man? or is it just a poetic expression?

#lotr reread #lotr #the professor's mythopoeia #original post

[anari3l]

I had so much trouble deciding on only one situation, but given my own situation I finally decided to go with this. Could I please get 65 with either 4 or 26 for thranduil? Love your work

Pairing: Thranduil x Reader // Words: 953 // Warnings: Abusive ex/abusive partner. Hint of sexy activities. 18+ // Summary: Thranduil saves you from an abusive partner

READ THE WARNINGS AND TAGS BEFORE CONTINUING

Note: I'm really sorry this took forever. I wanted to write this right, and kept restarting. I hope your situation and anyone else in a position such as this has someone to help them through it. I send love and hugs along to all my readers out there.

***

He didn’t know how someone could have been so rough with you. A monster who had broken down every wall and taken more than he was given, leaving you a husk of your former self.

If he had been a smarter elf, a smarter prince, he would have asked you to marry him when you were both young, before devastation and loss. But he hadn’t. He married for the kingdom, bore an heir, and lost his Queen within a span of years unrivaled to the years of a man’s life. Thus, he opened a path for your life, a path towards a young, upstart of a Guard.

He had seemed strong and protective, and as the years went on, Thranduil had lost touch with you and your forming family as his duties grew after his father’s death.

And he hated himself for it.

Watching as you shrunk back from the elf, a lump rose in Thranduil’s throat. You were scared. Your eyes downcast, and hands clasped in front of you, but Thranduil could see the whiteness forming on your knuckles as you clutched just a bit too tightly to your skirts.

As King, he could have walked right up to you, broken up the conversation and sent the guard – your husband and lover – on his way. With an order, Thranduil could make it so he would never harm you, yet he had been frozen to the floor as if captured in a magic hold. But as you turned to walk down the corridor towards him, Thranduil’s anger bubbled up and he found himself stepping up to you, the bruise against your cheek wasn’t hidden by any cosmetics, or any elven magic, and stood stark against your skin.

Throughout the years Thranduil should have done something, he knew. A naiveté formed in him as he continued to bond with you as a top advisor and friend, pushing the thought of your husband from both of your minds when you were together, as if those days you were together would somehow fix any problem the two of you had. He saw you laugh, smile, the light returned to your eyes as you strode side by side along the halls.

It wasn’t often his kind remarried - or left their lovers for that matter. It wasn’t often someone watched the one they loved be broken down to someone they no longer knew. He loved you. He always had, and seeing you with the monster your husband had turned out to be was killing him inside.

“Your Highness?”

Thranduil’s head lifted as he looked to the guard in the yard across from him. He had been lost in thought, his anger slowly rising as the day had unfolded. Standing at the edge of the clearing, Legolas sat, pressing a damp cloth to your head to staunch the bleeding cut at your hairline.

The moment he had raised a hand against you, Thranduil’s resolve broke. “Do not.”

The guard sheathed his sword, taking a step towards you with a muttering of your name. Thranduil’s sword came up to halt his path, the blade sitting at heart’s height. Meeting the guard’s gaze, Thranduil’s icy blue gaze hardened evermore.

“She is my wife, I must protect –”

“No.” Thranduil’s voice echoed around the clearing, all the guards around standing at attention at the commanding tone. None had dared step up to fight alongside the guard in solidarity. They knew their King was no match on the battlefield. “You have disrespected your oath to the kingdom,” he started, steppling slowly towards your husband, sword still blocking his path. “You have dishonored your vows to protect those who cannot protect themselves. You have armed an innocent, and drawn blood.”

Coming to stand face to face with the guard, who had the gall to square his shoulders and match the King’s glare, as if in yet another invitation to fight, Thranduil hardened, his chin raising ever so slightly as he lowered his sword. “For these crimes, you are banished. Leave. Now. Never return.”

“But my wife—”

“Is under the protection of the Woodland Realm, and the Royal Family. And you, are trespassing. If you ever step foot into my forest, I will know, and you will spend the rest of your days rotting away in a cell never to see the light of day.”

***

The banishment had come as a bit of a surprise. You wished Thranduil had killed Elian. Wished he had gotten the same treatment you had endured over the years.

You told Thranduil everything that had happened that night, crying into his chest as his arms wrapped around you. The tears weren’t for your husband, or rather ex-husband. You cried in relief as you were finally able to confess all he had done to you.

“I am sorry, meleth,” Thranduil murmured against your hair, brushing a finger over the line of the cut on your temple. “I am sorry it took me so long to free you of him.”

Thranduil had always made you feel loved, safe, and protected. As he lay you on his bed, kissing you for the first time in years, you melted into the love he gave, the tenderness he treated you with as his hands softly ran over the healing bruises hidden under your dress. He kissed you in all the spots you had spoken of hours ago, detailing some harsher wounds he had never realized you had been hiding. Love flowed from both of you as you rekindled a flame long thought extinguished.

And when you awoke in the morning, naked and sated, in the arms of the King, you had no doubt you would never experience anything but love with him.

#minors dni #thranduil x reader #tw: abusive partner #tw: domestic abuse

[imakeficrequestsandthendisappear]

why did i stay up til 2 am last night? just to make 11 different taylor swift era inspired dnd characters for no one but myself

Taylor Swift (Debut) - Halfling Bard

Fearless - Human Paladin

Speak Now - High Elf Sorceress

Red - Half Orc Barbarian

1989 - Half Elf Monk

Reputation - Tiefling Rogue

Lover - Fairy Ranger

Folklore - Goblin Druid

Evermore - Faun Cleric

Midnights - Celestial Warlock

Tortured Poet - Drow Elf Wizard

made using the Hero Forge Custom Miniatures Creator

tag yrself im the folklore goblin (with meredith the owl familiar )

#taylor swift #taylornation #taylors version #dnd #d&d #dnd character #dnd5e #character concept #dnd campaign #swifty #debut #fearless #fearless taylor’s version #speak now #speak now taylor’s version #red #red taylor's version #1989 #1989 taylor's version #reputation #reputation taylor's version #lover #folklore #evermore #midnights #the tortured poets department #taylor swift eras #i want to play this campaign now #tag yourself

[sacidraw]

I finally got around to posting my current D&D party for a Wild Beyond the Witchlight campaign I'm playing with my friends, let me introduce you to our characters:

I finally got around to posting my current D&D party for a Wild Beyond the Witchlight campaign I'm playing with my friends, let me introduce you to our characters:

"Bimba" | Hexblood | Ranger | My character, she was kidnapped and raised by a Hag when she was a kid. Her idea of teaching others how the Feywild works is the equivalent of tossing a child in a pool to teach them how to swim. There have been mixed results.

She got crowned as Witchlight Monarch at the start of the adventure.

Frenchy | Shadar-Kai | Warlock Gunlock | A smuggler who made a pact with an ancient entity, now he can cast GUN at will. Constantly wondering how we haven't died yet.

Lea | Cat Shifter | Rogue | Her instict tells her to steal whatevere is not bolted down, her survival (AKA Bimba) instincts tells her it is not a good idea in the Feywild.

Woundwort | Herengon | Monk| Former Witchligt Carnival performer, he's got one braincell and is used for coming up with the most convoluted plans possible.

Aldolini | Human | Wizard | Another former Witchlight Carnival Performer, he's trying to tech our Druid that violence is not always the option especially if you are as frail as a wet paper bag.

Evermore | Elf | Druid | Who would have thought that the Disney princess looking one wearing a dress literally made of flowers would have been the one with a taste for blood and picking fights? Not us!

#art #my art #dungeons and dragons #dnd oc #dnd #d&d #d&d oc

[darkaviarymc]

Proof I've been working:

Grian wasn't sure why he'd expected Taurtis to have changed.  It hadn't been that long since he'd last seen him; only four years.  That was no time at all for a half-elf like Taurtis.  But there Taurtis stood, topaz eyes wide with shock, his short, wavy black hair caked with dirt and blood, not unlike how he'd looked after a hundred monster hunts before.  He even still carried the same twin kukri.  The silver one was still drawn, the shieth hanging empty at his hip.  The opposite hip still held what Grian knew to be its iron counterpart.  It truly was as if no time had passed since that fateful day in Evermore when they'd said goodbye for the last time.  It was only supposed to have been for one day, but then...

-'Till You Call the Last Light Down, Chapter 2 (coming soonish)

#abc au

[blankdblank]

Oh Erebor the musical

Oc making musical about current Durin lines in passive aggressive irritation for adjusting to lives with Dwarves on Journey that is set to debut in gathering of all seven clans at Erebor after its reclaimed. The show that was only brought up as oc was very drunk during the trip to Laketown and shared a show being written about all of them and the whole journey.

Super secret process all the orchestra and cast and crew are forced to sign NDA’s to not spoil the show oc is certain will get them exiled after the now nerve wracking debut they hoped would be canceled out of sheer Dwarf stubbornness.

It includes long winded musical numbers of each land beginning with Evermore from Beauty and the Beast sung by fake Thror in loss of Arkenstone and Erebor.

Several Elves and Thorin singing Anthem from Chess.

The thrush singing of its years gaining intel on behalf of the Elf King.

Smaug having dramatic death song and tale of how he was created to be evil and never stood a chance to be good.

Recap of song of gold and treasure that corrupted Thror being ignored by Company cast.

Bilbo and the Company joining in a recap of a previous song of mourning ruined doilies and heirlooms as Durins tour dusty mountain keep now sharing the pain of the discovery and those lost who made said broken irreplaceable things.

Fili and Kili in a moving song of living their dream of nearing their lost keep they grew up on tales of it with a hint of humor ending at a joint sneeze from the dusty doors they use to enter.

Bard simply wanting to be a librarian his whole life but he was raised to man a barge and nothing else.

A song of the Dwarves in the hoard searching to mingled voices of kin in Blue Mountains singing adaptation of From Now On from the Greatest Showman to show they got the word to travel to their long lost home.

And various other songs until finally there is a confetti explosion and just silence and tears from the audience before oc collapses from exhaustion at the roar of noise from the audience who demands shows for months to come.

Just love the image of all the Elf Lords invited seeing themselves having a part and several of the familiar Dwarf Lords who know areas are exaggerated but still love the dramatic effect. And of course the Elves want their own year of tours of shows for their kingdoms making for very lucrative business for oc.

@jesevans, @lilith15000, @devilishminx328 , @theincaprincess

#the hobbit #lotr #dwarf musical #thorin #random

[daughter-of-inklings]

Make Me Write

Thank you to @elean0rarose for the tag on this! I've never felt more fear in my life than seeing that notification pop up with no context whatsoever! (In a good way.)

Rules: Make a 24hr poll listing the titles of every WIP you want to work on. (It’s fine if you only have one, still make a poll for the vote count). Whichever WIP title gets the most votes, write 1 sentence for every vote received.

Be not afraid- I am going to write all of these eventually, but this helps me decide on priority and what effort to put into each one.

Tagging both a little random, and a bit people who have said they wanna write more but don't have motivation (sorry if you've already been tagged, haven't gotten a chance to go through my dash yet--) - @awildtrashcan , @iamonlypartlymajestic , @thesoftestofpetals , @crowandmoonwriting , @fayeiswriting , @thedeerwight , and anyone else who might want to! This is my invitation to you!

#ink’s scribbles #tag games #writeblr #fantasy writeblr #make me write #i got that notification and my blood ran cold #but it's a welcome challenge

[tomepact]

the expression on vespin's face was elusive for he only let it slip once tharivol closed his eyes. he watched as tharivol pressed the locket to his heart. it was then that it became impossible for him not to act. he turned over to tharivol's side, almost on top of him, taking the drow's hands still clasped around the locket. he clutched tight, holding tharivol's fingers close around the locket against his beating heart. his other hand cupped the elf's face; his fingers digging into the silvery strands soft like the wisps of clouds they once sailed through. their faces were close. impossibly close that he could feel tharivol's breath melting into his. their noses brushing against each other. “ ... stop me now.” he murmured. “stop me before i do something we can't take back — ”

he's not expecting the movement, but there's no sign of resistance in him when vespin presses so, so close. he lets vespin grip his hand in turn, presses vespin's hand against his chest and against that hook buried deep in him, and he leans into the touch of fingers digging into his hair -- the silver curls cling to his fingertips, enticing evermore to draw him in closer.

vespin begs him to stop him. tharivol exhales slowly, measured and calm, before he shakes his head.

" no. you know i'm not going to stop you. it won't be the first time we've done something we can't take back. "

he smiles, almost crooked, before he looks to vespin once more. so tantalizingly close.

" if i wanted you to stop, i wouldn't have come running when you came home this time. stop making me wait so much. "

#viilein #ch. you could do anything but live for yourself / tharivol.

[choicesficwriterscreations]

Throwback Fics #109

Blades of Light and Shadow

Of Starlight and Love | Tyril Starfury x F!elf!MC - @aallotarenunelma​

Desire and Decorum

The Pursuit of Happiness - Chapter One: The Light After the Darkness | Hamid x MC - @missameliep​

Hollywood U

Hollywood Glamour | Thomas Hunt x F!MC - @theartoflovingthomashunt​

Open Heart

Evermore (1/3) | Ethan Ramsey x F!MC - @genevievemd​

Falling Into Dust: The Ending (Epilogue) | Ethan Ramsey x F!MC - @liaromancewriter​

The Gossip Machines | Ethan Ramsey x F!MC - @potionsprefect​

Message Delivered | Ethan Ramsey x F!MC - @jerzwriter​

When Egos Collide Part 8- Working in the Grey Area | Ethan Ramsey x F!MC - @coffeeheartaddict2

#cfwc throwback fics #choices fanfiction #playchoices fanfic #choices fic writers creations

[sooyun-ichtama]

{ credits } Astralia // Fairy Cherub (Wand) Reward...TRICK! @ satan inc. EVERMORE - LOLITA LASHES KMH - Hair F209 @ panic of pumpkin | NEW [KRRxFD] Overkill dress @ panic of pumpkin | NEW [LEGACY] Meshbody (f) Special Edition LeLUTKA Ceylon Elf Ears//Head more more. erika: eyes_A//lips_honey tone// skin_milk tone @ panic of pumpkin | NEW :[P&E]:- Graspin Lamp [L-Noir] Reward @ satan inc. serotonin. lilith bow @ panic of pumpkin | NEW [Yomi] Precious Petals

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#secondlife #slblogger #halloween #vampire #astralia #EVERMORE #KMH #KURURU #KRR #more more #petrichor #serotonin #yomi #panic of pumpkin #satan inc.

[yllowpages]

answer these and tag 9 people you'd like to know better / catch up with.

last song.   i think "evermore" from the 2017 bea.uty and the b.east remake but specifically the jo.sh gro.ban version. currently reading.   towards zero by agatha christie. kay is innocent. currently watching.  not really anything consistent right now. just like...christmas movies for the season and random youtube videos. but now that the new kni.ves ou.t is on netflix i'll be watching that a million times. last movie.   elf.   currently craving.   lunch because it's 11:30 am so all i'm thinking about is lunch.

tagged by: @beaumortal <3 tagging: anyone who would like to do this!

#ooc. #chloe tagged me in this like three days ago #and i had it in my drafts #as i continued to forget to do it