#Century Park Hotel

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Sheraton Corp, 1954

[wardrobeoftime]

The Crown + Costumes

Princess Elizabeth, The Duchess of Edinburgh's brown shirt and pants in Season 01, Episode 02.

// requested by anonymous

[bones-ivy-breath]

"Battery Park Hotel from O'Henry Ave Asheville NC." John Nolen Papers, 1869-1937 #2903. Division of Rare and Manuscript Collections, Cornell University Library.

[eggsyloxley]

Quarantine Days - February 2022 ll

[badranali-blog]

The Ultimate Guide to Hotels Near Disneyland and Disney World Resorts

[lizardsfromspace]

Do you ever get kind of interested in a subject where nothing weird has happened yet but you know something weird is going to happen?

Anyway, Lake Geneva, Wisconsin. It was originally a upscale resort community, and also still is: it's where rich people from Chicago kept their lake houses, and maybe still do. Its heyday was in the early to mid 20th century, where its status as a vacation destination was so set that Hugh Hefner even put the first ever "Playboy Resort" there. I haven't been there myself, so I may be wrong, but it doesn't give me, like, Pigeon Forge or Niagara Falls energy. The list of attractions online seems to be spas and parks and a few theaters.

But Lake Geneva is more famous now for its most famous son, Gary Gygax. Over the course frigid Wisconsin winters, he and several wargaming friends who didn't become famous developed tactical wargaming into the game Dungeons & Dragons in the early 1970s. He also began hosting a small gaming meetup in Lake Geneva, later called Gen Con, which outgrew the town by the late 1970s.

As I understand it, Lake Geneva didn't really embrace its status as the Birthplace of Dungeons and Dragons. When Gygax died, there were fan-funded tributes here and there, and fans created a new convention in his honor called Gary Con where they played games from his time at TSR, but D&D was still a niche hobby and not the thing you define a rich people resort town around.

Then, whoops, shows like Critical Role turned D&D into one of the most popular entertainment properties in the world! Now there's D&D-themed events popping up all over the place. Some of this is normal, like efforts to fund a more prominent memorial for Gary Gygax, and a Dragon Days Fantasy Festival. But some are going further. Because there are now at least two proposals to create immersive, D&D-themed LARP experiences in Lake Geneva, Wisconsin, population 8,227

One is a large themed restaurant/bar/wedding venue (?) called the Griffin and Gargoyle, which is supposedly opening in 2024, though all the art is concept art and they're still looking for investors.

The other one is Giantlands, the proposed theme park where the tickets will be NFTs, based on a game no one's heard of developed by the son of Gary Gygax by a company that legally can't call itself TSR anymore, but tried anyway before rebranding as Wonderfilled, and who also tried to make old Gygax games even more racist? I can't even begin to explain this. I think they got dunked on years ago but they were still hyping up its Lake Geneva theme park that's definitely going to exist this week (this is from August 11th)

What's incredible to me here is that they're boasting that their LARP theme park will be from the makers of Evermore Park. Nothing says quality in immersive fantasy roleplaying parks like someone whose main claim to fame is making that other one that failed. Wonder how many real tombstones and haunted dolls they'll buy this time. And this one appears to have fighting arena

I seriously doubt these are the only two pitches. Everyone with too much money and a love for theme parks feels the little voice in their head saying they can do the Star Wars Hotel right. I think what gets me here is, nobody would put anything like this in Lake Geneva otherwise. It's small, it's located in Wisconsin so it'd have to be seasonal, and it's less than two hours away from Wisconsin Dells - an entire town of kitschy roadside attractions - and even closer to Chicago, which is Chicago. Its tourism niche is beaches and homes around a scenic lake. The only reason to place anything there would be to honor Gary Gygax, and uh, I don't think the younger people who got into D&D with 5E really care about him, or even necessarily know who he is. Gary Con and most Gygax-themed events are for old-school gamers, not the Critical Role crowd. And they especially don't care about whatever Giantlands is. Giantlands as a game is so old-school there isn't even a PDF of the book, it's physical only. They want to build a full theme park around a game you can't even buy on DrivethruRPG. Anyway I hope all this open bc it would be funny

[deadmotelsusa]

Following its nomination by the Virginia Beach Historic Preservation Commission, the National Park Service listed the Beach Carousel Motel in the National Register of Historic Places on August 19, 2024. This makes the Beach Carousel the city’s fourth mid-century modern motel/hotel to be historically designated. Source

[abbyfmc]

Yanderetober 10/10:

Yandere Dark King Ghost! X Urban Explorer! Reader:

TW:

In the 19th century, there was a king named Dorian, who was quite frivolous, classist and sometimes cruel to the people of his village. He was raised by his father to be that way.

He had murdered anyone who tried to remove him from the throne, or worse, separate him from his beloved wife, Queen Adela. A woman who was the complete opposite of her husband. She was gentle and kind to people of all social classes, which made her subjects, servants, guards, the court and even neighboring kingdoms adore her.

He grew up in an environment where he was not only pressured and despised by his parents, but also looked down upon by his siblings, against whom he competed daily. The only one who ever treated him well (or at least decently) was Adela, with whom he became obsessed.

The Yandere King never let Adela go again once he married her.

The Yandere King pressured Adela and her family to marry him, even unfairly imprisoning Adela's father to force her to agree.

David married her when he was still a prince, which temporarily made her a princess.

Adela tried everything to overcome him; From imploring her let her go to try to escape, failing in each attempt. Adela could not bear the confinement, manipulation, pressure of her position, as well as the punishments at the hands of David; which led Adela to take her life with a dagger.

David could not believe what his beloved did. From that moment he did not be the same again, but he became a vile and cruel king who took many lives during his reign (with the excuse that everyone is guilty of Adela's suicide, except him), until he was killed to His 35 years for the younger brother, who took the throne and calmed down a little.

What nobody knew at first was that David was a witchcraft practitioner who after Adela's death tried to revive her without any success, sacrificing criminals. In the end he ended up conjuring a spell that would make him able to meet his beloved in the next life.

This is where we travel to today.

You were a fan of urban history and exploration. It was super interesting and entertaining to investigate the history of abandoned places, as well as its passage through history without human maintenance. You have explored houses, neighborhoods, mansions, establishments, hospitals, mansions, hotels, resorts and even abandoned parks to see their passage and abandonment over time.

You've encountered it all; insects, stagnant water or aerated water, mold of every color possible, rust, decay (obviously) and even squatters and intruders. You have scary and funny memories in the form of photos and videos; however, you never took anything from those places.

You recently stumbled upon King David's abandoned castle and read a bit about its history, which you found very interesting, so you went to visit the castle with your lifelong best friend, Axel.

As you entered, you saw how big it was with its impressive architecture and interior design. The trees, bushes and undergrowth dominated the place, making it no less beautiful or interesting.

You walked around, admiring the place while taking photos and videos, until you came to a hidden room where all of David and Adela's belongings were. From paintings and robes, to jewelry and a pair of royal crowns.

What caught Axel's attention the most was the king's crown, and it didn't take you long to notice it.

-Axel? What's wrong?- You asked him as you watched the wine stick to his crown. Suddenly, you felt a strange aura near it.

-The crown is...calling me- He replied during his trance, walking up to the object.

-Axel, don't mess around. Let's explore the other rooms instead.- You stood up and walked uncomfortably to the entrance, hoping he would follow you, but you only saw a bright flash of light and turned around, seeing your friend kneeling on the ground in a daze with his crown on.

-Are you okay?! Holy jesus, what did you do?- You wanted to help him up and then you heard a strange voice.

The ghost of the yandere king had awakened after a long time in limbo.

-What am I doing here?- "Axel" asked himself, in a voice that was not his own, but a slightly more mature one. You were surprised, not knowing what was happening.

The ghost of the Yandere King felt strange in his new body. After so many years in limbo, he was now alive in some form.

-Axel, what nonsense are you talking about? We're exploring. Are you okay?- You approached him, who looked at you and revealed that he no longer had those characteristic brown eyes, but a pair of emerald eyes like David's. Before you could say anything out of surprise, his eyes lit up and he smiled from ear to ear.

-My Adela, you've returned!- He exclaimed happily, which confused you even more.

-What are you talking about? Have you gone crazy? Are you drunk?- He shook his head while still smiling. -Then stop playing this! You're scaring me!- You complained, starting to feel anxious and angry. He slowly walked towards you.

The yandere king began to tell you the story of his relationship with witchcraft, and how he used a spell to reunite with his beloved queen in the afterlife or in his next life, but was punished by remaining in limbo due to the murders committed.

The Yandere Ghost King remained alone all this time, tortured again and again for his crimes, but in the end his efforts bore double fruit.

The yandere king saw that you remained silent while looking at him a little surprised and disgusted, but you finally approached him.

-What's up, honey?- David asked doubtfully. -Do you believe me?- You didn't answer; however, he saw that you were willing to take the crown (his power) from him and he stopped you by throwing you to the ground and putting his hands on your neck. He strangled and choked you for a long time, while you kicked and struggled desperately, only to end up dying in his hands.

By the time you stopped breathing, he let go of you and, after checking that you had no pulse, he looked at your corpse with a smile on his face.

-One part is already done, the other is missing.- The Yandere King then searched around the room for something specific; a sharp object to be more specific. He walked around and looked carefully around the room, coming to see a small, old dagger that was among your things.

He took her in his hands and stabbed her in the neck, falling beside you as he died, getting rid of your friend Axel in the process.

In the end, he got what he wanted after two centuries and by a few seconds, but he was with you in your end.

-The End.

Hi, I know this isn't very well-written and it's VERY late, but this week I had body and head aches that kept me away from my cell phone and PC for about four days, but today I feel much better.

[northameicanblog]

Santa Monica, California, United States: Santa Monica is a city in Los Angeles County, situated along Santa Monica Bay on California's South Coast. Santa Monica is a popular resort town, owing to its climate, beaches, and hospitality industry. The city developed into a seaside resort during the late 19th and early 20th centuries, with the creation of tourist attractions such as Palisades Park, the Santa Monica Pier, Ocean Park, and the Hotel Casa del Mar. Wikipedia

[chaeyoei]

Dan heng with a vampire reader who's been holding the urge to suck Dan Heng's blood, but one night they couldn't hold it in anymore and came to his room to suck his blood by biting his neck.

Here it is.

Gender Neutral Reader.

While bloodlust maybe common in most vampires, to live harmoniously amongst humans they had to quit this habit and feed on animal blood, although that will weaken them and they will eventually die. Otherwise, they would be exterminated once and for all.

Vampires are spectaculed to not have the ability to love or feel love. And you believed it until you met him. You boarded the Express before March 7th or trailblazer.

For some reason, his scent attracted you more than anyone else. Those bloodlust instincts got strong around him.

The main pivot of this friendship started when you both were placed together on a mission. "Take the right. I'll jump from here." He composed a plan, looking at the adversary. He leapt into the air with the help of spear as you rushed forth to distract the enemy. But the monster had seen through this plan. It hurled at attack at Dan Heng, making the situation inescapable as he was bound to get hurt by the attack or fall damage. Without a moment's hesitation, you leapt up, flying towards him to get him away from the attack. Catching him mid air and landing safely (Totally not inspired by MSA). It was.. amusing to see a baffled look on the stoic man's face. But you both couldn't talk now not until the monster is defeated. ———— "So you can fly?" He randomly asked as you both walked towards the station where the Express was parked in. You felt conflicted. Should you tell him the truth or not? "You're a vampire, aren't you?" He already knew the answer. An individual without wings and being able to fly, that was a vampire. Nevermind. Looks like he figured it out. "Yeah." "I thought Vampires had a bloodlust for humans?" He asked, seeming curious. This would be great information for the Data Bank. "They do. But if we want to live, we have to quit such habits. If not, humans will hunt us down and we'll go extinct." You answered with somewhat of reminiscent look. "..." He looked at you. "It suddenly comes to light why you take care of the Express and go on night missions. Do Himeko and Welt know about this?" You shook your head. "They don't and I'll tell them when I think it's best. If you could-" "Don't worry I'll keep this secret safe." He knew what you were about to request and he would abide by his statement until you told Himeko and Welt about this.

Being around for centuries and travelling amongst the planets before made you a reliable support for the Astral Express.

"Y/N, you know what that planet's name is?" March 7th asked eagerly, wanting to know what the blue planet afar was. "It's a gaseous giant named caeruleus. I believe it has a ring system but it's barely visible." You answered chuckling at the girl's enthusiasm. "So we can't explore it?" March asked to confirm, disappointed to know the truth. "The train and we would implode by the high pressure." Dan Heng raised a logical argument. "It's still very pretty." March mumbled. The girl was prone to getting curious about things she found pretty.

After the Belobog mission, you set foot on the icy planet to make a brief about its condition. And Dan Heng accompanied you, wanting to make a report on the different creatures as they may come useful for the Data Bank.

Unfortunately for you both, a strong hailstorm occurred, making anything barely visible in the wind. Dan Heng wrapped his arms around you, being familiar with the way and dragged you to the hotel where the trio had stayed previously.

"We'll finish our work once the storm ends." He said, ruffling out any snow in his hair.

You agreed, it was the reasonable thing to do. A cold breeze sweeping past you both from the door, showing how cold it was.

And one you both woke up, it was a sunny morning. You were and would be cooked. You hid in the darkest corner of your room.

"Y/N, ready to go?" His voice came from the other side of your door.

"I can't. The sun.."

He entered the room, realising what you meant. He closed the curtains and sat down beside you. "I have a question. How low of a temperature can you survive?"

"I've lived in -3°C but that I don't think that's about it."

"How good of a memory do you have?" He raised another question.

"Photographic."

".. Can you tell me where I kept my phone?"

"Wasn't it in your pocket?"

He searched his pockets, finding the device there. He sheepishly scratched his neck. "I was looking for this all morning."

This talk continiued until the sun set and you both finished your work and returned to the Express.

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You were humming about your work, with the back of your head replaying all the moments you've had with and most importantly his smile. You would gladly sell your soul if it means to protect that rare smile.

"Y/N, they're here." Himeko called out to you and you rushed forth ofcourse to see that special person. But your face fell seeing something else.

"Dan Heng?" You were confused. Was he cosplaying as someone? You admit to yourself that he does look majestic with the attire embroidered with gold matching his teal, long hair with sea blue tips and horns adorned on top of his head. But he's not a person who'll do a thing as.. cosplay.

"Yeah. It's me..." He paused trying to string together a sentence.

"You both are so awkward!" March couldn't handle the odd atmosphere.

.

He later pulled you aside to talk. "Hey.. do you not like me in this form?" He wasn't one to care about looks so this was baffling. "I'm still Dan Heng." He sounded like he was trying to assure himself than you.

"I know. You're still Dan Heng just with long hair and a different attire." You cracked a smile but a realisation hit you. Different. It's because he's a Vidyadhara that his scent attracts you much more than anything. How come you've not realised that yet?

"So.. do you like this form?" You caught the underlaid eagerness waiting for your approval.

"I definitely do." Now you can't just praise him to your heart's content as you want to. You'd look like a fool.

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"...They look like anything but friends" March eyed you both talking to each other, one of Dan Heng's hand holding yours.

"March let them be. Attention doesn't necessarily equate love. They might just enjoy each other's company and holding hands is just another form of it" Welt suggested, putting down his newspaper.

"..hmm, even offering the other their coat?"

"Of course. Would you not lend a coat to a friend who needs it?" Himeko tried to make her understand with an example.

"I still smell love between them." Unfortunately for the pink girl, she had no statement to back it up.

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The Express set foot into the land of festivities, Penacony. Since it was always night time, you also joined the group.. on the last day because you stayed behind with Dan Heng and Pom Pom.

You took the lone streets, this tranquility clear your head except for one person, him. It's like he had captured your brain. He'll be in your head when you think, eat, shower, anything.

It was nice to have a moment alone but your nostrils picked up the pungent smell of blood from the empty roads. With all you had, you resisted the thrist for blood albeit your fangs grew. You ran away from there and back onto the Express, not wanting to do anything impulsive.

You hurried to your room and locked yourself. It was unbearable to control yourself with grown fangs and his scent nearby. Your body was going overdrive, with faltered steps trying to go back and te scent driving you towards his room. You knocked on his door before opening him finding him awake.

"Oh Y/N, do you need something?" He asked unaware of your true intentions which made you feel a pang of guilt.

"I wanted to talk to you about something." With each laid step on the floor, the guilt increased.

"I also wanted to say something." He patted the side beside him. "You know the first person I tried to bond with was you. You intrigue me." He continued with his words.

Then it hit. He trusted you. He saw himself in you. A person struggling to live because of their origin. That's why he was more open to you, because you both were in a similar situation. He could resonate with you and he knew that..

This made you feel more guilty with the intentions you've come to his room with. The scent reaching your nostrils made it more hard to keep your composure. Would he even agree to such a horrendous request? His consent matters, you'll be no less than a groomer If you just force yourself on him. Still you needed to ask.

"Dan Heng.. I have a request." If he showed a negative reaction, you were going to pretend it was a joke and immediately leave his room. "Can I bite your neck?"

"Is that serious question?" His inquiry completely butchered your plan.You were sweating buckets. What do you do now? Keeping pushing it or just play it as a joke? After avoiding his gaze and looking here and there, you answered. "Yes?"

"..."

"You don't have to agree if you don't like-" You were cut off. "Sure." he answered."You won't mind if I suck on your blood?" You were confused. On what basis was he letting you do this?

"Did you... not get the hint? Was I not obvious?" He started to question himself. "Why do you think I did the things I did?"It all came crashing down.

"Oh..." You can't believe you were that dense. You need to walk away and bang your head for not noticing. Your cheeks were now dusted with pink. His words were a confession not simple talk.

"Are you going to do it?" Why did he look excited?

"Yeah, can you-" He already knew what to do, lower his jacket and shirt from his shoulders, revealing his collarbone. "Okay." You were only getting more red. The cause of your death was going to be him and not weakness at this point.

You were getting what you want, then why were you so nervous? You shifted closer, placing your left hand on his left shoulder and your right hand on the the right side of his neck. "Tell me if it hurts."

You buried your head into the crook of his neck, inhaling his scent. Your canines finally coming in contact with his skin. The fangs inserted into the blood vessel. It had been so long since you've fed on human blood, your pupils dilated as you felt power return to you. But as much as you want keep drinking. You stopped after an adequate amount.

"Does it sting?" You looked at the mark formed on his collarbone.

"A little." He answered, fixing his clothes.

There was still something you needed to confirm. "So what are we after this?"

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"See I knew they were in love!" March jumped around happily, having disproven both Himeko and Welt.

"Looks like we have to relying on March for these matters. Anyway, Congratulations you both." Welt chuckled.

"They're both a young but old couple." Himeko patted you on the shoulder.

They were happy about your relationship and already knew the things going on between you both. You both glanced at eachother, were you both the only ones who to the longest to understand? Oh well, it doesn't matter anymore.

So this was very much rushed. And I'll update it if brain rot hits.

[writerofjourneys]

The Regent King of Hell

A/N: Just an interesting idea I thought to try. Not sure I want to make this a part of my fandom list as it’s not my cup of tea to write but I wanted to give this a shot regardless.

Fandom(s): Hazbin Hotel

Charlie Magne/Morningstar & (Twin)Fem Reader

Lucifer Magne/Morningstar & (Daughter)Reader

Summary: As the 2nd Princess of Hell, you were given the reigns of ruling over the Ring of Wrath as a King of Sin, then eventually Pride as regent for your parents in their crumbling marriage, soon breakup and your father’s inactive state. You became one of the most, if not above all the most feared ruler out of the Rings of Hell, leaving you to be quite a contrast to your sheltered optimistic older sister, but you loved each other all the same.

Headcanon

Content: Fluff, family, Reader is nicknamed Satan, sister relationship, father-daughter relationship, platonic relationships, demons & angels, morality, afterlife, based on how Satan isn’t introduced yet and the circumstances of Lucifer’s role after physically stepping down from ruling aside from his title as King of Hell.

Warnings: None.

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As children growing up, you and Charlie were always joined at the hip. It was rare for anyone to find one of the Morningstar Twins without the other.

You had very fond memories of your family together, spending moments like any other happy human ones. Having your father display his angelic powers in beautiful imagery to you and your sister’s delight. And your mother singing you songs and lullabies.

Your father would take you on trips to his Lu Lu World theme park. He also wasn’t hesitant to show his bitterness to Loo Loo Land. He forbade you and Charlie to ever go there, and that hasn’t changed even now. But you have been to Hellsney, you heard the human world had something similar to the name.

Ironically, you don’t actually like apples. By themselves they’re okay, but even though it’s your family’s main symbol, you find it tolerable. You hate apple themed food, though.

Though it became apparent that you and Charlie began to take different personalities and views as you got older. Whereas she was optimistic, naive, vibrant, and mild; you were stern, calm, intimidating, and calculating. The denizens of Hell sometimes pondered over the differences between you.

You seemed to take more after your mother and Charlie your father, you still loved them both, but when their relationship began to fall apart you mostly chose to stay by your father’s side. Taking up the duties of learning to govern over Hell more than ever.

But even before that, you took to your responsibilities as an heir more highly compared to your twin, who wasn’t all that interested, instead pursuing a different path.

As you grew up, you even took to taking on a more demonic form, like leaving your curled horns rest on your head, sharp fangs, and having similar wings to Lucifer you inherited that you left out. Though the rest of your features did match with Charlie’s. But you have the ability to shapeshift and change to a number of things, even a more monstrous form.

You displayed more powers in comparison to her, though, having even used them to ‘discipline’ anyone who tried to step out of line, thinking you’d be as dismissive as your sister.

For your capabilities, your parents had given you the opportunity of ruling over the Ring of Wrath, making you a member of one of the Seven Deadly Sins, leading to the demons to then give you the nickname famously known as Satan. Which, funnily enough, had humans and sinners tending to mistake you for your dad, Lucifer.

You found amusement in others speaking your stage name in forms of expression.

You became the embodiment of Wrath for your power and dangerous influence, finally filling the missing spot for the Seven Deadly Sins.

And like your dad, you also detested sinners. You knew many of humanity’s history and their continuous behaviours throughout the centuries. Humans are as cruel as they are loving. They could be even more monstrous than hellborn demons, for all their fragility and short lifespans.

Naturally, you took to them also being something of ants or specks of dust. Though you do get experiences being on earth and getting involved with humans. For being what they are, they did fascinate you for their unpredictability.

You even carried an exception with a level of respect for the intelligent and influential mortals.

When Charlie and Lucifer grew apart at the time of your parents separation, having the misunderstanding of how one didn’t want to see the other, you continued staying close to him. Spending time with him, listening to him talk about his hyper-fixation projects, flying together, and then visiting him among your time ruling over the two rings.

You were pretty much emancipated with your parents’ separation being a Sin.

When Lilith left, stepping down from her royal duties, you and Charlie both didn’t have any contact with her for the past 7 years to now.

You had grown apart from your mom just before that. You weren’t the fondest of her at the moment.

You didn’t know how long Lucifer would remain inactive from ruling the Pride Ring, so you continued acting as regent.

While Charlie had her cat Keekee, and goat-toys-brought-to-life, Razzle and Dazzle, you had your hellhounds, actual terrifying beasts who intelligently understood your orders, but different than the other sentient hellhounds in Hell.

As King of Wrath and now Pride, you were usually busy. Jumping between the two realms and overseeing the majority of Hell in your father’s stead. Sometimes meeting with the other Kings of the Seven Deadly Sins.

Out of all of Hell’s hierarchy, you have the most experience with humans and earth.

Shapeshifting is an ability you inherited from Lucifer. Meaning animals.

You turned into a duckling and a snake for him when you were little. He couldn’t stop fawning how cute you were. He was pretty proud.

Being the embodiment of wrath meant some cause for destruction. You’ve had a hand in a some earthly/hellish disasters.

It also made you the most warlike and combative.

Lucifer had had his worries of how fast you’ve grown. Being mature and doing your own thing ruling a ring of Hell.

Having been sheltered from the lives of humans on earth, Charlie carried the benefit of the doubt for the sinners. Which honestly exasperated you.

You didn’t have any animosity towards your twin, you cared for her, but you wished she carried more of a backbone. Having only the title as the 1st Princess of Hell to go off on and hardly using her powers, the denizens could never take her seriously.

So when she presented her ideas of redemption to you, as family and ruler, you considered it hilariously absurd, though not to her face. You had agreed that while there are sinners who didn’t deserve eternal damnation for their particular situations, not all of them deserved peace.

Humans already had their chances of change and different livelihoods, what was the point of doing it now when they already passed death? They had made their choices and harmed others in the process, to redeem now when their lives were already over felt pointless.

So you were rather indifferent to Extermination Day. You didn’t really know if Lucifer was actually in agreement to it anyways, even for his own distaste in sinners, but your father wouldn’t have had a choice in it regardless. Heaven was the one to force him to be the King of Hell after all, it isn’t a surprise that they could exterminate without his permission. And the Exorcists who were once mortal came down tended to have personal vengeance over the sinners who made their lives hell in the first place.

You weren’t interested in getting involved with Heaven if you could help it.

Seeing how passionate and serious Charlie was, you agreed to support her, regardless of how farfetched her goal looked. But you made to note that while Charlie shouldn’t focus on the inhumane sinners in particular, you advised that her future patrons should at least be remorseful to try and reach Heaven. That was the biggest point of redemption after all.

You did know her girlfriend, Vaggie, the three of you occasionally hanging out for things like lunch. She did tend to be nervous in your presence. All you cared about was her having a good relationship with your sister.

Charlie’s ex, Seviathan and his sister, Helsa, would’ve had their heads torn off of their bodies by you if your twin hadn’t convinced you otherwise. You detested that family.

You rarely did get to see Charlie as she created her ‘Happy Hotel’, but you did drop by to visit when you had time. And upon hearing the Radio Demon’s involvement as her co-owner, changing the name to ‘Hazbin Hotel’, you were obviously suspicious, since you were acquainted and familiar with the Overlords, but since he hadn’t done anything yet and Charlie saying she could take of herself, you left her to it.

While you weren’t sure how these events would fold, you hoped things would work out for your family and getting the time to be together again like you used to be.

So, how was this..?

[ihavethedreamies]

Happy Birthday | Seonghwa [NSFW]

Park Seonghwa - ATEEZ

Rating: M (18+) MDNI

Word Count: ~5.5k

Pairing: Seonghwa x AFAB!Reader

Genre: Reader-Insert, Fluff, Smut, Super Cute, Super Sweet

!!This is smut…if that much isn't clear you should probably leave now!! MDNI!

Warnings: She/Her Pronouns used, Kissing, Oral (F! Receiving), Fingering, Handjob, Unprotected Sex (Don't!)

Author's Note: This a story requested by/written for my friend @sadfragilegirl! I don't normally write this level of fluffy romance, but I tried really hard! It’s a little early for her actual birthday, but she didn't mind~

I have the setting as Switzerland as if the reader and Seonghwa live in Korea, so sorry if you already live in Switzerland or something…

Revised (1/31/25) - I forgot to change the name to (Y/N), so I fixed it!

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“What’s this?” you look from the envelope to him skeptically. He said it’s a surprise, but you were expecting him to place a box or even a bag in your hands when you close your eyes. When the paper hits your palms instead, your eyes fly open, looking at him with question.

“Just open it, love.” Seonghwa huffs with amusement, adjusting his position on the couch so he’s facing you more. It’s not like a card, it’s a normal white envelope, like from when you get a bill in the mail. Staring at him to gauge his reaction, you reach in, and your fingers feel two slips of paper inside. Pulling them out, you flip them over, still watching him. Your eyes leave his to read the words on the slips and your mouth falls open.

“Your passport is still valid, right?” He smiles wide at your reaction.

“Switzerland?!” You look rapidly between his gift and his face.

“That’s where you talk about all the time…” Seonghwa leans forward a bit to get a better view of your face. He wants you to be excited, but’s worried you might start crying, though you seem okay.

“But…why?”

“Your birthday?” He says it like it’s obvious. You look back to the tickets, checking over the date, noticing it will be the day before your birthday, in about two week.

“Is this early enough notice for you to get off work?” He’s a little worried he should have done it sooner, but he needed to make sure all his paperwork was in order as well. Luckily, since it’s only going to be about four or so days, the visa was easy to get.

“Yes, it’s early enough- Park Seonghwa!” Your demeanor has shifted drastically, and he recoils a bit.

“Why would you do something so elaborate for my birthday?” Your brow furrows and he calms, exhaling in slight exasperation.

“Why wouldn’t I? You’re going to be a quarter of a century.” Your boyfriend smiles playfully, and you sneer back just as playfully. Clicking your tongue, you look back at the tickets.

“I was able to rent a town house unit instead of a hotel room, I thought it might be homier…” He pulls out his phone so he can show you the bookings. It’s more of a bed and breakfast type deal, but it would be just the two of you. You have to rip your gaze away from the plane tickets to look at the listing he shows you; it’s perfect, warm, and cozy. There’s a small living room and a small kitchen and dining area, with the bedroom and bathroom upstairs. Small, but still bigger than a hotel room.

“Seonghwa…” You drift off, and he looks over your face again, and he notices your eyes have gotten glossy, and you swallow hard.

“Please don’t cry, love.” He huffs, hand going to your cheek so he can brush the stray tear off your cheek with his thumb.

“But it’s so freaking sweet…” You sniff and he chuckles, resting his cheek on the crown of your head when you slump into him, head on his shoulder.

~θωθ~

The next two weeks are a blur, your job is willing to let you get off for that short time, you hardly ever take time off, let alone for yourself. Your coworkers are a bit disappointed that you won’t be there so they could use your birthday as an excuse to go out to drink. Seonghwa helps you make sure all of the technical parts are handled, like your paperwork for your passport and other such things. What you didn’t notice at first is that the tickets are for business class. Not quite top-tier first class, but way better than economy, especially for a nearly twelve-hour flights. Your flight is set to take off at about two in the afternoon and so you will arrive in Switzerland for 7 pm their time. You two have even been preparing as much as possible for the jet lag you are going to experience, but it’s a bit hard since you both still had to work. The flight is long, but it’s quite fun and it’s fancy. You have never flown so far internationally, let alone in such a comfortable way. The meal is ten times better than what plane food you normally get to eat, and it’s even better because Seonghwa is with you the whole time. You already thought he was the best boyfriend anyone had ever had, but this really is the icing on the cake…

~υ3υ~

“Cake, for breakfast?” You grumble groggily, looking at the dessert he’s set on the nightstand. By the time you had gotten all settled into your lodging, it was nearly ten at night, so you had fallen asleep quickly. The clock next to the cake reads 11:42, to technically, it will be cake for lunch.

“We’re not going to eat it now, but I want you to blow out the candle first~” You still haven’t crawled out far enough from your blanket cocoon to look at him, only seeing his hands stick the blue ‘25’ candle into the top of the dessert. The icing is white and has yellow and purple flowers piped around for decoration. Seonghwa chuckles as he helps you sit up, the plush duvet falling to your lap as you rub your eyes. When your vision focuses back, you can read the top of the cake, “Happy Birthday, Love.” He smiles, reading the top of the cake for you. He brushes an errant strand of hair out of your face, tucking it behind your ear, then leaves a soft kiss on your forehead. Yawning and stretching, you turn in the bed as he lights the candle with a match, then he carefully sits on the bed with you, holding the cake steadily.

“Make a wish~” He’s so freaking pretty, let alone when he smiles… How’d you get so luck? You wonder than often. You finally notice that he has a headband on that has a small fake crown attached to it, a plastic tiara lying next to him on the bed. You smile, looking to the small flame and close your eyes, ‘let me be able to be with him forever’, then you blow out the candle. You clap to yourself softly as he puts the birthday cake back down, then grabs the gold piece of plastic, and lets it slip onto your head, the little combs on the end securing it with your hair. When his hands come away, you adjust it slightly, and before you can thank him, he has something else he’s handing you. Not only that, there are two more boxes on the floor along with the gift bag he’s handing you.

“What the…Seonghwa!” You scold half-heartedly. He’s already flown you to a whole other country, rented a beautiful place to stay, and got you a very yummy looking cake.

“Just open it~” He lets you take the bag, sitting on the bed before you at a better angle. He’s in a white cardigan sweater; the low neck showing his collarbone off as it stretches over his shoulders. He doesn’t have anything on underneath and the swath of skin that’s revealed makes you want to lean forward and kiss away the smooth perfection. Forcing your attention back to the gift, you remove the tissue paper and reach in to grab the actual gift. It's a small wooden box, beautifully stained dark with gold painted cherry blossoms dotting the wood. It’s already beautiful, but when you lift the lid at the hinges, a soft melody begins to play, one very familiar to you. Seonghwa notices the tears welling in your eyes again, but he just leaves it be, there’s not point trying to get you to stop crying at this point. The little ballerina that rises off her perch in the music box spins smoothly along with the melody, her little dress was a soft purple, her hair up in a bun, the same color as your own.

“Seonghwa…” You’re nearly out of breath; it’s gorgeous.

“Where did you find this?” You run your finger over the deep purple interior, watching her spin in her dance; it’s a different exterior, but almost identical otherwise to one you had as a child. The song is even the same, and you had lost the box when you moved in fifth grade, heartbroken that you’d never see it again.

“There’s a store I found that has European antiques. I was just looking in the window and I saw this through the window. When I heard the song, I grabbed it, since I know it’s your favorite.” He explains, leaning down to grab one of the boxes. You reluctantly close the music box, setting it gently to the side, letting him place the box on your lap.

“There are more for today…” He grabs the other box as well as you untie the ribbon and open the bigger, flat box. Inside is a dress made from a delicate, pale-yellow material. It’s decorated with purple flowers, resembling the cake sitting on the bedside table. There’s also a pair of white sandals decorated with yellow flowers.

“Oh, it’s so pretty~!” You smile at the dress, fingers running over the purple collar of the dress. Yes, it’s a present, but it’s going to be hard to beat the music box. The next item he hands to you is wrapped. He scolds you for being delicate with the wrapping paper, but none-the-less lets you slowly open it, trying not to tear the white shiny paper too bad. Inside is a box of luxury bath supplies. It has a bath bomb, salts, bubble bath soap, and a small pillow to put on the edge of the tub for your head.

“Why don’t you take a bath and then we can get a later lunch?” Seonghwa helps you get the tape of the plastic box so you can open it. You hum as the delicate fruity scents hit your nose and you nearly jump out of bed, eager to get in the tub. He chuckles as you shuffle quickly into the bathroom, and he smiles even wider at your excited gasp.

“You already drew the water~!” He hears a small splash, “It’s just right!” You peak your head out of the door, and he smiles.

“Thank you, Seonghwa~”

“Of course, love.” He lets you take your bath and gets ready for everything else he has planned. You plop the round ball into the water, watching it fizz and turn the water a warm reddish pink. You sprinkle some of the salts in as well, letting them dissolve before quickly shedding your sleepwear and sinking in. The tub is nice and big, perfect for relaxing.

“Oh, I almost forgot!” You reach over the edge, grabbing the small pillow and use the suction cups to attach it to the edge. Sighing, you relax into the nice hot water, the pleasant aroma and salts soothing you as well. The plane ride, while much better in business class, still has left you a bite sore and the bath is just was you need. After you’re done, you fix your hair, put on some light makeup, and put on the dress. Looking yourself over in the tall standing mirror near the dresser of the bedroom, you smile at your reflection. It fit perfectly, of course, and it’s incredibly comfortable. Grabbing a small bag to use as a purse, you grab the sandals as well, and meet Seonghwa downstairs in the small living room at the front of your lodging.

“Does it look good?” you ask as you go in, drawing his attention away from his phone to you. He gapes for a second, then smiles warmly, “You look absolutely gorgeous, love~” Like he has any room to talk… As you go to leave, he kneels down in front of you, helping you get the sandals on, then leads you out with your hand in his. The weather is perfect, fluffy white clouds floating through the deep blue sky. People mill up and down and about the cobblestone street and you join them.

“The restaurant for lunch is just on the next street.” He tells you, and you make your way down the sidewalk and around the corner to get to a more business-centered street.

It’s a lovely little bistro-type establishment and you even get a free dessert because of your birthday. Since you don’t have to drive anywhere, you both enjoy a glass of champagne, and you honestly eat more than you should’ve.

“Why don’t we walk and look at the shops?” Seonghwa motions down the street after paying the bill, not letting you even look at the receipt. There are several little businesses, many of which are obviously getting most of their circulation from tourists. You have to be really careful with what you look at, or how long, or if you even make a comment on something. Seonghwa tries to buy everything you’re even slightly interested in, so you have to hold your tongue a bit. At the end of the street is a small courtyard with a fountain in the center, some street vendors and performers are set up for the many passerby. By the time you reach the fountain, you have acquired a silver charm bracelet, a pocket mirror with a celestial design on the back, a set of three glass figurines of your favorite animal, and a pair of flats with a pretty floral design. Those are just the nice gifts, you’ve also eaten several different confections, and have gotten a bag of marbles made to look like dragon eggs, a wooden flute, a much nicer though still fake tiara, and earrings made to look like macarons.

“I really don’t need all of this, Seonghwa.” You huff, taking a seat at the edge of the fountain. He’s been carrying the bags, not even letting you hold the bag of chocolate covered pretzels.

“Yes, you do.” Your boyfriend tries to hide his smile, trying to maintain his false seriousness. As you walked down the road, you had also taken several pictures at various places where it was intended to be done. Many of them are selfies of the two of you, or simply of you standing with various things. There was a giant taxidermy bear, with a huge teddy bear next to it, and you even put on a headband with bear ears on it for the picture, but did not let Seonghwa buy it. A state of some local historic figures, a model of the largest fish ever caught in the area, and several pictures of you holding miniature instruments are among the photos. Together you took pictures in front of the shops you bought stuff from, for reference, and at seemingly random times, when he would wrap his arm around your shoulders and make you look at his phone. There are several times when you’d be near a group of girls and you could tell they were staring at your boyfriend and whispering, but you don’t know the language they were speaking. Your eyes flit over to his rather exposed upper chest; at first incredibly pleased with him wearing such a flattering top, but you wonder if maybe you want to be the only one able to see him like that. So, you got a matching set of small capes made to look like they were worn by monarchs. It covers him enough, but still won’t make him too hot in the midday sun.

“Can you keep going or do we need to head back?”

“I’m fine looking at more shops, but I need you to promise and not buy me something else unless I explicitly ask you to.” You point your finger in his face, making sure he’s looking at you.

“Okay, I promise.” He sounds a bit put off, but he smiles right away, reaching up to adjust your cape. With your tiara, you look and feel a bit childish, but it’s your birthday, dammit! You’re going to do what you wish. The day continues in bliss, and most of what Seonghwa buys you after is food, except for a medium-sized stuffed wolf and a nice pair of sunglasses since the clouds decide to leave and the bright light hurts your eyes. As you sit on the grass at the edge of the waterway running through the middle of town, you take the glasses off and set them over the snout of the stuffed wolf. The spot is near the edge of town, and on the other side of the water is a field that, when in season, would be filled with flowers. However, this time of year, there aren’t any in bloom. The sun is creeping closer to the horizon, a beautiful array of colors painting the sky.

“This place is gorgeous~” You sigh in bliss, leaning back, propping yourself up with your hands on the ground behind you.

“That’s why I picked it.” Seonghwa hums, digging through one of the many bags, looking for something. A few stores back, he’d come out with a canvas, zipped bag, and would not for any reason let you look inside. He’d also added a few things over the following hours, and you’re growing incredibly curious. But you suppose you can be patient… As you watch the sun sink to just peak over the distant horizon, he makes a noise of realization and hurriedly begins to pack stuff up.

“Seonghwa?”

“Let’s head back, I have…” He halts, then shakes his head, helping you stand up from the ground, “Let’s head back.” You’re growing even more curious as you walk back to your rented lodging. The restaurant right across the way is finally open, seemingly only for dinner, and it seems Seonghwa made a reservation. While the bistro offered food you’re at least familiar with, you haven’t ever tried anything even similar to the menu. Your boyfriend tells you to ignore the prices and order anything that looks good, so you can try everything. Luckily, you have no idea what the conversion rate of the currency is, so you can reliably ignore the cost.

“Do you mind sitting and waiting for a little bit?” he asks, gathering up the bags after he pays the bill.

“Uh, okay?” Your place is literally right across the street, so you don’t mind.

“I’ll message you when you can come!” he calls as he leaves the establishment, and you watch him jog across and enter the place.

“Huh…” You know he’s planning another surprise, but you have no clue what it is. You’re able to finish your drink before you get the text, your phone buzzing with his specific notification sound. Since the meal was already paid for, you simply get up and leave the restaurant, heading across the street and entering the lodging yourself. Only the lamp was on in the living room, but you’re able to see there are several items on the coffee table that were not there when you left. This intrigues you, so you had straight in, not noticing the flower petals littering the floor of the hall leading further in and toward the stairs. Stopping by the table, you see there is a bouquet of yellow and purple flowers in a vase, two candles on each side, another box wrapped in a ribbon, with an envelope on top. You smile at the sight, still a little blown away by the effort your boyfriend has put into celebrating your birthday. Leaning down, you grab the envelope first, pulling the card out that lay inside.

Please put this on, love and come up~

You read in his smooth handwriting, and you carefully set the note down, reaching for the box then. Pulling the ribbon loose, you look inside and find another item he’s bought you to wear. This time, it’s a soft, lacy babydoll lingerie set in a delicate purple shade. In the corner of the box is a small glass bottle designed to look like a diamond; the scent of the perfume is heavenly. There’s a thin satin robe to match, and your face flushes a bit at the sight. You’ve never been confident enough to buy something like this to wear before. However, seeing what he bought gives you an extreme confidence boost, and it makes you feel beautiful and sexy as you put it on in the water closet on the first floor. After you get the set carefully on and spray the perfume in all the right places. Looking over yourself the best you can in the mirror, you drape the robe on over the lingerie, and prepare to join your boyfriend. You’re honestly a bit nervous; it isn’t that you’d never had sex with Seonghwa, because you definitely have, but this is different. He’s got you wrapped up like you’re a gift for him and you feel incredibly wanted and special; even more so than usual. It’s as you enter the hallway that you finally see the purple petals decorating the hardwood floor and lead up the stairs. You’re careful when going up, not wanting to damage the petals too much, nor slip and ruin the evening. Taking a deep breath to steady your excitement and nerves, you put your hand on the doorknob, and open the door. There’s candles set up around the room, the love soft light casting across your boyfriend, who’s sitting on the bed, a single flower twirling in his grasp. His face is a bit bashful, probably because he’s changed into thin, flowy black pants, and a matching black button up…but it’s undone, hanging open, revealing the smooth skin his sweater earlier gave a sneak peak of. When his eyes land on you as well, his nerves fade, seeing you wrapped up in the robe and lingerie he’d picked out. Even though it’s your birthday, you’re a gift to him, the elegant scent of the perfume wafting gently toward him as you move closer, letting the door fall closed. He stands to meet you, both of your faces slightly flushed. You take the flower from him, and he tucks a lock of your hair behind your ear, then tips your head back by his hand on your chin so your eyes can meet his.

“You look beautiful, (Y/N)~” He hums when he leans in, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth and you have to fiddle with your fingers to hold back from just running your hands over his bare torso.

“Have you had a good birthday, love?”

“Of course, Seonghwa.” You whine a bit at the end, wanting his soft kisses over your cheek to go back to your lips.

“Would you like a bit of dessert?” he asks, leading you toward the bed. You still haven’t eaten the cake he put in the fridge that morning, but that isn’t what he means. He had a display plate on the bed with several different cuts of fruit and you smile. You actually prefer fruit or something fruity and sweet for dessert even over a pastry. You sit delicately on the bed and move up further at his prompting as he joins you, placing the platter in between you two. As he holds a strawberry up to your lips, he mimics the bite you take, smirking a bit as you chew. A bit of sweet juice runs over your bottom lip, so he leans forward, running his tongue over the trail, then finally captures your lips in a kiss. You whimper in relief, and eagerly let his tongue then enter your mouth so he can taste the strawberry on your own tongue. After you eat each piece of fruit, he licks the remnants off your face and tongue. When he gives you the second cherry, he takes one of the stems and challenges you to see if you can tie it in a knot together. Well, you can’t, but maybe because you’re both too focused on the kiss than tying the stem. The kiss that follows the gentle flavor of banana is the final step, and he sets the platter to the side, deepening the kiss further and leading you to remove the soft purple robe you have on over the lingerie. He exhales in awe, the nearly sheer fabric encompassing your breasts is lined in soft lace, the lower part of the babydoll is truly sheer and lays over your ribs, ending the same lace as the top. The panties are barely such, but adds a sweet and delicate detail. He inhaled deeply as his nose run over the column of your throat, enjoying the aroma of the perfume. Seonghwa’s soft kisses quickly grow harder, his tongue running over your skin. You whimper when his teeth sink into the crook of your neck slightly. It morphs into a full moan when he sucks hard, and you know it leaves a mark. He continues this pattern, each new bruise setting your skin ablaze further. After what has to be the tenth or eleventh love bite, he pulls away, sitting back to admire his handiwork. Your face is flushed all the way down to your chest and the tips of your ears, your core already clenching around nothing. Seonghwa brings his fingers to your pussy, rubbing at your folds through your panties, the thin material not able to hide how wet you already are.

“Already so wet, love.” He hums, mouth back near your neck, his voice rumbling in your ear. Trying to ignore his fingers at your core, your hands come up and shakily tug at his shirt, trying to get it off. He chuckles, helping you with the process, and before he can lean back over you, you sit up yourself. Your boyfriend raises an eyebrow in curiosity, then smirks when your lips meet his neck in return. I’s your birthday, and if you want to mark him back, he’s going to let you. You can’t use the same amount of force he did, and you’re nervous to even just nibble his skin. After about three smaller marks, your lips find his again, and he rests back against the headboard, pulling you into his lap. You take your chance and find the waist band of his pants, the thin material not hiding his arousal much. As you pull his cock out, your small hand wraps around him, lips going back to his. Since you’re distracted by the kiss, his own hand finds your core, his fingers sneaking into your panties. You whimper when he runs two fingers through your dripping golds, trying to maintain focus of your own task. Your other hand joins the first to cover him better, and he buries a long finger inside. He smirks when you walls clench around the digit, pumping is a bit before easily adding a second. Your whine spurs him on, his own mind a bit foggy with your soft little hands wrapped around him. Seonghwa spreads his fingers, pressing against your tight walls, getting you ready for him.

“Hold on, love.” He stops your own pumping viners, removing his as well and leading you to lie back down. You nearly yelp in protest when he climbs off the bed, but you watch him remove the rest of his garments, then he lightly grabs your ankle, and pulls you down to the edge of the bed. He tries not to laugh at your squeak when he does it, instead falling to his knees on the floor, making his face level with your pussy. Fully removing your panties, you mewl at his warm breath on your core, then gasps when his tongue runs through your holds.

“S-Seonghwa~!”

“You’re doing so good for me, love.” He mumbles, then buries his tongue inside you, thumb going to your clit. Seonghwa can tell by your twitching hips and little whimpers that you’re already close. His tongue leaves your core, then runs up to flick at your clit and your orgasm hits you suddenly.

“Ah~!” Your little whines rise and fall with the waves of your climax, leaving you quivering at the end.

“Such a good job.” Seonghwa kisses your inner thigh, rising back of the floor, easily wrapping his arms around you and getting you back further up the bed. Lying there, recovering, he unwraps you like a present, slipping the lingerie fully off, leaving you bare before him. As he adjusts your legs, spreading them and leading you to wrap them around his waist, he kisses you. You whine louder, feeling the head of his cock rubbing through your folds. He can feel the vibrations of your moans as he slowly sinks inside, inch by inch till he’s inside to the hilt. Your boyfriend lets you get accustomed to the stretch, kissing over your face lightly, telling you how wonderful you are.

“Move, please.” Your voice is soft, fingers flying to his hair when he gives a slow shallow thrust. He builds his pace steadily, and you yelp when he’s allowed a new angle after hiking your leg up higher, knee over his elbow.

“So good, love. You’re so pretty, and cute…” His words are littered with little pants, your gummy walls hugging his cock so good. When he leans back over to kiss you again, your leg over his arms shifts as well, allowing his cock to hit a whole new angle.

“S-Seonghwa~!” You cry, feeling your next orgasm rising. He leaves the kiss, barely, lips still slightly touching, and his own thrusts are growing uneven.

“Hold on, love, let’s do it together.” He coaches and you nod, then he gives two more thrusts, even harder than the previous ones. Your high-pitch, quivering moan harmonizes with his low groan, the heat of his release warms your core and up into your tummy. As you both catch your breath, he wraps his arms around you, sitting up with you, leaving you in his lap again, half-hard cock still inside. You haven’t noticed that he’s grabbed something else from the nightstand, still in the haze of your release.

“I have one more present, love.” He presses his cheek to your hair when you slump forward the rest on his chest.

“Hm?” You let him help you sit up better, holding you at waist so you don’t ragdoll back to the bed.

“I know you’ve never wanted this to be a big, fancy thing…” He presents the small box to you, and your heart bet increases, so much that he can feel it through his cock still inside you.

“Hwa?” You breathe out, hand resting on his shoulder as he uses his thumb to flick the box open. Inside is a thin silver ring, a small diamond resting in the middle, two small rubies resting next to the center gem.

“(Y/N), you’re the love of my life, and I can’t think of ever letting you go. Will you be my wife?” He knows you’re already crying, without even having to look at your face. With hitching sobs, you nod, not able to get words out, resting fully on his chest again.

“Hm?”

“Yes.” You whisper and he kisses the crown of your head, letting you rest on him so he can better use his hands. He slips the ring on your finger, the size perfect of course, and you look at it with teary eyes.

“I love you, (Y/N).”

“I love you too, Seonghwa…” You’re trying to control your crying, but it’s hard. He’d done so much for you, giving you the best birthday ever, and how he’s given you your final present, which is by far the best one. When you sit up better, admiring the ring, his kiss pulls your attention away and you clench around his cock, hard again. He rolls forward again, your back hitting the bed, and he smiles when your now-ringed hand cups his cheek. Something about seeing you with that ring on, knowing you’ll be his forever, really gets to him. Seonghwa sits up more, this time slinging both of your legs over his elbows, the new angle bringing a gasp out of you and when he begins, he’s immediately rougher than before. His hips snap hard, and you yelp as he starts, this time much more passionate than before. You’re glad you’re so well prepared from earlier, because this time he isn’t holding back, channeling everything he’s feeling into each more.”

“Oh, my god-!” You gasp, a particularly hard thrust hitting just the right spot. Seonghwa leads you to wrap your legs around his waist, propping himself up further to maintain the angle, slightly pressing you into the bed. His hands find yours, fingers linking through yours, pinning them to the bed above your head. He kisses you again, this time more tongue than anything, and you squeak with each thrust. You can feel his emotion through every point of contact, and you marvel that he’s going to be yours forever. He doesn’t pull back from the kiss, but his hips stutter, both of you nearly at the edge. At his final pump, you both finally fall over, and even more heat fills you, to the point it drips out of where his body meet yours. Finally leaving the kiss, so you can both catch your breath, Seonghwa presses his forehead to yours.

“Happy birthday, love.”

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[wardrobeoftime]

The Crown + Costumes

Queen Elizabeth II's orange, blue, brown, yellow & white shirt and blue jeans in Season 01, Episode 02.

// requested by anonymous

[bones-ivy-breath]

Battery Park Hotel from Page Ave. Asheville, N.C. John Nolen Papers, 1869-1937 #2903. Division of Rare and Manuscript Collections, Cornell University Library.

[catboybiologist]

The Sierras Nevada mountains bear ancient scars.

(Pic: the valley that forms the path of the Middle fork of the Kaweah River, going westward from the Kaweah gap. Sequoia NP.)

These relatively young mountains started as a plateau in Western North America (or rather, Laurasia) during the Cretaceous and early Paleogene. But soon afterwards, rivers carved a rugged landscape. As glaciation periods began ~30-40 mya, the advancing and retreating of rivers of ice from the mountaintops scoured this further into deep, granite canyons. Their scouring revealed buried pockets of magma, solidified into domes, spires, and monoliths, many of which are named and iconic.

(Pic: half dome viewed from El Capitan. Yosemite NP.)

Now, with humans, the fate of these canyons has been varied.

The Yosemite Valley is by far the most well known and recognizable of these canyons. While it is protected as a national park, it is one of the most famous and highly visited parks in the entire US, and a world famous recreation destination. Because of this, it's well preserved, but fairly built up. The Yosemite village has full time habitation from park workers, car traffic, two hotels, restaurants, shops, and more. A natural wonder and recreation destination to be sure, and the neighboring high country is extremely wild, but certainly notably built up.

(Pic: East Yosemite valley from the Yosemite falls trail. The Ahwanee hotel is visible on the left.)

Within the boundaries of the same national park is a sadder story: Hetch Hetchy. Hetch Hetchy valley, just North of the Yosemite valley, boasts similar granite features to Yosemite itself- but some are submerged forever. In the early 20th century, the valley was dammed and flooded to supply water to the booming city of San Francisco. It still does. Some proposals have been made to drain it, but some believe that the damage is already done.

(Pic: Hetch Hetchy reservoir. Only pic in this post not by me, taken from NPS website.)

Kings Canyon represents a middle ground. In 1940, General Grant national Park was expanded to include the canyon, and subsequently renamed Kings Canyon National Park, now jointly managed with Sequoia NP. Car access is possible, and there are visitor services at the bottom, but nothing in the scale of Yosemite. A more typical national park experience, it feels a lot more rugged and wild, while boasting many similar granite features.

(Pic: looking down the paradise valley as it connects to Kings Canyon.)

And then.... There's the Kern valley.

Tucked discreetly in the Southeast of the Sierras, relatively little people know of its existence, despite being as deep and grand as the others.

The reason for this is it's level of protection. The Kern Valley is a wilderness area of Sequoia NP- the highest level of protection for conservation in the United States. In wilderness zones, no permanent structures or roads are permitted- only hiking trails and primitive campsites.

Some parts of the lower Kern fall outside of this boundary, but the upper Kern is only accessible by multiple days on foot. Numerous hiking trails cross cross the area, including the High Sierra Trail, which I completed a week ago.

It's gorgeous, and even though it's used by hikers, it feels untouched by human hands.

But.

We can show it something else.

Some kind of .... Body part. That has a day of the week based following in this website.

That's right, you fools.

THIS IS ANOTHER TGIRL TUMMY TUESDAY POST!

On August 24th, I descended into the Kern from the West via the HST, and decided to show it what I know best- some good fucking tgirl tummy.

Happy Tuesday to the freaks, the degens, and the losers, and the business they get up to, to make their lives more interesting, whatever if may be.

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Appuldurcombe House

Hi guys!!

I'm sharing Appuldurcombe House (abandoned/in ruins). This is the 20th building for my English Collection.

I decorated most of the house ground floor, for reference.

History of the house: 

Appuldurcombe House  is the shell of a large 18th-century English Baroque country house of the Worsley family. The house is situated near to Wroxall on the Isle of Wight, England. It is now managed by English Heritage and is open to the public. A small part of the 300-acre (1.2 km2; 0.47 sq mi) estate that once surrounded it is still intact, but other features of the estate are still visible in the surrounding farmland and nearby village of Wroxall, including the entrance to the park, the Freemantle Gate, now used only by farm animals and pedestrians.

Appuldurcombe began as a priory in 1100. It became a convent, then the Elizabethan home of the Leigh family. The large Tudor mansion was bequeathed in 1690 to Sir Robert Worsley, 4th Baronet, who began planning a suitable replacement.

The present house was begun in 1702. The architect was John James. Sir Robert never saw the house fully completed. He died on 29 July 1747; in his memory a monument was erected overlooking the house on Stenbury Down.

The house was greatly extended in the 1770s by his great-nephew Sir Richard Worsley, 7th Baronet Worsley of Appuldurcombe.

Worsley had left the estate saddled with heavy debts, but Appuldurcombe passed to his niece, Henrietta Anna Maria Charlotte (daughter of John Bridgeman Simpson). She married the Hon. Charles Anderson-Pelham, later first Earl of Yarborough, in 1806. The founder of the Royal Yacht Squadron at Cowes, he made few changes to the house and was quite happy to retain the property as a convenient base for his sailing activities.

Appuldurcombe House circa 1910

In 1855 the estate was sold. An unsuccessful business venture ran Appuldurcombe as a hotel, but with its failure, the house was then leased as Dr Pound's Academy for young gentlemen.

Advertisement for Appuldurcombe College 1889

Advertisement for Appuldurcombe College in the Times, London, April 19, 1889

The house was inhabited in 1901–1907 by a hundred Benedictine monks who had been exiled from Solesmes Abbey in France and were shortly to settle at Quarr Abbey on the Isle of Wight.

Although the house is now mainly a shell, its front section has been re-roofed and glazed, and a small part of the interior recreated. The house has become well known as one of the supposedly most haunted places on the island.

More history: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Appuldurcombe_House

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This house fits a 64X64  lot, but it coulf fit a 50x50 too.

I only decorated some of the important rooms. All the rest of the house is up to your taste to decor.

Hope you like it.

You will need the usual CC I use:

all Felixandre cc

all The Jim

SYB

Anachrosims

Regal Sims

King Falcon railing

The Golden Sanctuary

Cliffou

Dndr recolors

Harrie cc

Tuds

Lili's palace cc

Please enjoy, comment if you like the house and share pictures of your game!

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Ealry acces: October 20

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