#golden dew

[gyuyoungarchives]

📽 sarament_official: "Golden Dew's 35th Anniversary <Heritage & Beyond> Actress Park Gyuyoung visited the popup event. 👑

Actress Gyuyoung showcased her elegant and graceful charm by matching Golden Dew jewellery with a white outfit. 💎

Inspired by the beautiful traditional culture and heritage of Korea, Golden Dew's '2024 Heritage Collection'. ✨️"

Golden Dew, 2024

[maureen2musings]

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dorotaulman

[the-moon-in-the-gutter]

Thinking about Phantom and Aurora hanging out while she dyes her hair.

It started as her needing someone to do the back of her head, but no one else was available. Phantom had been sitting in the den, head jammed in an astronomy textbook that he was hardly taking in. The quintessence ghoul had fallen towards boredom with the words on the pages, looking at the diagrams of stars and photographs of galaxies when she appeared.

The pair settled in for a pamper afternoon, their voices blending with the music coming from the speaker set up in Aurora's bathroom. Towards the end they realize there would be left over color, Aurora's signature baby pink, as well as the lavender color she had mixed up as an accent. Not wanting it to go to waste, Phantom suggested seeing if the dye would take to the white section of hair that fell over the scars on his face.

That's how they ended up with matching hair. The pair always using the left overs to dye Phantom's streak

[forlorn-crows]

Mountain getting fucked in pretty lingerie, but only waist down :) Garter belt and stockings, flower pattern lace. His chest decorated with hickeys. Him blushing like the freshly blooming flowerbuds in his garden. Sweat glistening on him like morning dew getting hit by the sun. Just letting you think about that :)

yeah i'm thinking about it. in tandem with @media-nocte's tidbit about "tall stockings, real silk, Mountain WOULD NOT wear polyester nylon. Are they stay ups or maybe he needs a garter? The choice is yours" and @riverghoulsworld's ask for "Mountain getting princessed the way he does for everyone else".

morning dew, you say?

“Should get you under me more often if it gets you to look like this.” Warm hands drift over the silk stockings adorning Mountain’s long legs, fingertips playing with the lacy trim at the top hem. The stockings, reaching all the way up to his mid thighs, are held up by a garter belt slung low on his hips. It’s adorned with leafy embroidery, bright magenta appliques that frame his groin in little triangles of lace. The socks are the same purple, a perfect hue to bring out the olive undertones in his freckled skin. The matching set brings an air of grace to the earth ghoul’s otherwise gangly limbs, softening their edges and making him look almost delicate beneath Dew. 

The fire ghoul hooks a nail under the garters, snapping the ribbon gently. 

“You know I wouldn’t say no, if you asked,” the earth ghoul rumbles. He rubs one of his calves against Dew’s thigh, caressing, indulging in the satisfying, yet grounding feeling. Dew snaps the elastic at the top of the stocking too, just for good measure. It makes Mountain’s breath hitch, re-ignites that nervous flutter in his belly, all too intoxicating. 

“Hm. You’re blushing,” Dew comments, smoothing his hand under the opposite leg and grabbing at the meat of Mountain’s thigh. Shifting him gently. His flush darkens at being called out, the saturation almost matching that of the bright magenta silk, or that of the dozens of marks that litter his chest where Dew sucked, kissed, and bit. 

“Cute.” It’s a warm compliment rather than a tease. "This is a good color on you, you know." Dew skims his hand further up the underside of Mountain's thigh, nearing closer to his ass. The other hand abandons the hem of the stocking to travel up the line of the garter strap, migrating towards the belt and hovering just to the right of Mountain's ruddy cock. It kicks at the proximity of Dew's hand, a little bead of precum welling up from the slit. He bites his lip, watches it drip out. 

"Fuck, please fire lilly," Mountain gasps.

"Ask me?" Dew says in a quiet voice. His fingertips trail closer to where he really wants it, dancing along the appliques just above his dick. "I like when you ask," he says with a small smile.

"Hah—will you—" He takes a shaky breath. "—will you fuck me, please?" Mountain looks up at him, a twinkle in those begging puppy dog eyes.

Dew presses a kiss to his bent knee and eases it over his shoulder. "Absolutely." He runs the flat of his palm down Mountain's cock, making a pleased noise when it throbs under his hand. But he keeps going, tucking under the opposite leg and hiking that one over the corresponding shoulder. He sinks down onto his belly, eyeing the earth ghoul with a coy smile all the way down. Dew licks his lips, tantalizing and slow. 

"Yeah," Mountain breathes, craning onto his elbows to watch Dew close the gap between his mouth and his hole. "Yeah, your mouth—please, oh." His head thumps back onto the mattress, sentence dissolving into a soft feminine moan as Dew licks across his rim. His tongue is hot, just like every part of him, smoothing over his hole with a wet warmth unique only to Dew. He wastes no time, dipping the tip inside, carving space for himself. The earth ghoul keens, curling his stocking-clad toes against Dew's ribs.

The fire ghoul huffs a laugh against him. "Watch the feet. Tickles."

“Sorry,” the word breaks into a whine when that hot tongue dips back inside, swirling and prodding. He continues to wring little noises out of him—sounds just as small as Dew manages to make the big earth ghoul feel. Delicate. Soft. 

Mountain’s wringing his hands into the sheets in less than three minutes, smushing his cheek into the pillow while his slack mouth threatens to let loose a line of drool. His thighs start to shake when Dew really goes for it, pressing his nose into his taint and pressing his tongue in as far as it’ll go. Mountain can feel the curl of a smile in his lips when he hums against him on purpose, just to make him throb. 

Dew pulls back, giving his hole one last tease before giving the side of his thigh a smack. “Alright, ass up, princess.”

Mountain barks out a laugh at the demand. “Okay, sir.” 

Dew shimmies out from between his legs so the earth ghoul can flip onto his stomach. Mountain slowly lifts his hips into the air, peeking over his shoulder and wiggling his ass at the fire ghoul. With his thighs pressing neatly together, his ass and legs make the vaguest heart shape. Dew can’t resist the silhouette, grabbing his hips and yanking them further into the air with a playful growl. 

Mountain gasps, head dropping back down to the bed and tail lifting to grant Dew better access. 

“Fuck, Mount,” he groans. He traces around the still spit-slick hole with one finger. “Even better from this angle.” He presses inside, just up to the first knuckle. Watches the way the ring of muscle constricts around him, beckons him further. 

Dew places a warm hand on his lower back while he works him open, heat radiating into his muscles and helping to relax him to the stretch of Dew’s fingers. It’s lazy, indulgent; there’s no rush to his ministrations, despite the slightly desperate way Mountain ends up fucking himself back onto the digits once he’s full of them, precum no doubt staining the fronts of his stockings. 

When they’re ready, Mountain lets Dew guide him to the right height, pressing his chest further into the mattress and lengthening out his legs. The fire ghoul runs his hands down the back of them appreciatively, tops of the thighs down to the backs of his heels. Mountain groans fully into the sheets, one heel twitching up as if to follow his hand.

Dew’s own cock kicks in his hand at the sound, wringing a twin groan from his throat. “Satanas, you're so gorgeous.” He jerks himself a little, pressing the tip against his hole. “So, so hot.”

“Please,” Mountain whines. “Come on, you’re right there, fire lily.”

Dew huffs a laugh. “I know, just—” He presses the head in, easing the rest of his length in with one slow, measured movement. They shudder in tandem when he bottoms out, sighing out held breaths. 

“Feel s’ good,” Mountain mumbles against the sheets. 

“Yeah,” Dew breathes. “Yeah, it really does.” He drapes himself over Moutain’s back, slipping his arms around his middle and pressing the side of his face into the flat space between his shoulders. He grinds a little, once, twice, delicious heat seeping into the earth ghoul’s very bones. 

“Hn,” Mountain keens. “Oh, Dew, fuck.” The flutter in his belly returns and mixes with the ache between his legs. 

Dew allows himself a full bodied moan into his skin. He twists his fingers into the waistband of the garter belt, tugging a little as he thrusts in earnest. “Shit,” he hisses. He pulls almost all the way out, thrusts back in. “Shit, that’s it.” 

“Please,” Mountain says in the smallest voice, thighs starting to shake again.

“I’ve got you, gonna make you feel as good as you look, Mount.”

[chasingrainbowsforever]

~ Pink and Gold ~

[heartspark]

Larkspur 💛

Doodle for my friend @/three.wilds on insta of their gorgeous dragon oc!

[honeydudedraws]

I was told I needed to post these, have some images :P

(1/?)

[potekosblog]

"Light and dark, angel and demon even diametrically opposed were fated to be drawn together so romantic"

THE AUTHOR GETS IT

[blackswallowtailbutterfly]

One Dewy Morning Part 1

So way back when, 2010, I had graduated from Graphic Design and was looking for a proper job after my regular summer job at the Canadian Tire garden centre was coming to an end.

Got a call-back for a balloon place in need of an "artist" and I woke up bright and early that morning in late September for the job interview...only to get there and find that they'd forgotten or someone was sick, I honestly can't remember. The secretary apologized profusely and promised I'd get a call-back (which I did and ended up working there for several years).

And there I was in the early morning with nothing to do but walk back to the bus stop. But it was so early that morning that the dew hadn't dried up yet. It was still golden hour and in those days I regularly carried around my handheld Olympus camera. It was an industrial part of town, and the places between the buildings and train tracks were not well-maintained and thus left to go fallow.

And so off I went through the fields to find the wild plants and weeds, to the garden area outside the Tim Hortons where they had roses and ornamental grass, and eventually home to my grandmother's garden.

To say it was magical, well...

Photos are mine, unedited.

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

[amonrawya]

Bernard Hill - Théoden King.

Where now the horse and the rider? Where is the horn that was blowing?

They have passed like rain on the mountain, like a wind in the meadow;

The days have gone down in the West behind the hills into shadow.

Who shall gather the smoke of the dead wood burning, Or behold the flowing years from the Sea returning?

[miarna]

☆*:.｡.Meet Tears Of Golden Dew!.｡.:*☆

♥︎My ancient oc and my first attempts at drawing muzzles :3♥︎

TELLING AND SHOWING HER BACKSTORY IN DRAWINGS IF YOU WANNA! Cuz I’ll post both Rain World and Sky:Cotl stuff anyway, these are my main fandoms after all

☁︎Now all I can say is.. It’s a rebel against forced ascension and the ascension itself, she has a gang of people who decided to stay in the cycle, they all travel together and collect similar people who want to escape the whole ascension thing and avoid people who want to do it and/or make them ascend too, just vibing, being rebellious and funky, and loving the Cycle of rebirth.☁︎

🌀And instead of the tenth karma symbol, their draw spirals everywhere, as a metaphor to the endless Cycle and the nature where everything is connected 🌀

*･゜ﾟ･*:.｡..｡.:*･'(*ﾟ▽ﾟ*)'･*:.｡. .｡.:*･゜ﾟ･*

[eqan]

relaxation station

[moon-shadow-garden]

Photography by Tatyana Averina (Link)

[themonsterthing]

It's always worth it to get up before sunrise.

[umberandmochaagate]

My friend's shot 😩

vs my selfie 😮‍💨

[mothmiso]

(1) (2) (3) by helaku h

Via Flickr:

koscya-helaku.com