Sweet Seals For You, Always
$LAYYYTER
todays bird
Sade Olutola

Kaledo Art

roma★

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Stranger Things

oozey mess
noise dept.
Misplaced Lens Cap

Love Begins
Cosmic Funnies
One Nice Bug Per Day
Peter Solarz

Origami Around
Alisa U Zemlji Chuda
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祝日 / Permanent Vacation

seen from United Kingdom
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@duncansfavor
oh valarr...
PETER CLAFFEY as SER DUNCAN THE TALL A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms S1.E3 "The Squire"
Bloom and Blade
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pairing: duncan x liora 🌹
Word Count: ~3,200
The first season of A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms was even more perfect than I could have dreamed⚔️
Ser Duncan the Tall and Egg over the years. Aegon's telling Dunk about some cool dreams he's been having in the second pic
Bsky
Dunks kids aesthetic
That gif IS baby Dunk 🥹
Something Beneath the Tide AU
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pairing: duncan x liora
secondary: raymun x simone
word count: 2.5k
synopsis: the sea watches.
and sometimes… it answers back.
warning: suggestive themes, ocean danger
Garden Knight 🌹
mending
meeting with the investor, sketch 1
based on Heartburn by @goat-limbs
close ups
@applecorecrush
I literally CANNOT with this picture...he's so beefy, I just want to sink my teeth in 🫦👅
🤤🤤🤤
DUNSTAN X RUNA
the beginning of their relationship;
Runa had learned early that men like Dunstan were not the kind you sought out. The kind you noticed too late, when they were already looking at you.
The hall was loud with drink and laughter, the kind that dulled most people into comfort. It did not dull her. Her eyes moved, quiet and observant, taking in the room piece by piece until they landed on him.
He had not been there a moment ago. Or perhaps he had, she simply hadn’t realized.
Dunstan stood near the edge of the hall, speaking to no one, yet somehow not alone. There was a weight to him, something that made space where there was none. His gaze found hers like it had been waiting to. Runa did not look away. That, it seemed, was all the invitation he needed.
He crossed the hall without hurry, but without hesitation either. Each step was deliberate, as if the distance between them had already been decided. Conversations softened around them as he approached, though neither of them paid it any mind.
When he stopped in front of her, he said nothing at first. Just looked. Close now, she could see the details: weathered skin, a faint mark near his brow, the kind of presence that did not ask to be acknowledged. It simply was.
“You’ve been watching me,” he said at last, voice low. It wasn’t a question.
Runa tilted her head slightly, unbothered.
“And you crossed a hall to confirm it?”
Something almost like amusement flickered in his expression, gone as quickly as it came. His hand moved then, slow enough to be seen, quick enough that it felt inevitable. His fingers brushed her wrist, not quite a grip.
“Careful,” she murmured, though there was no fear in it. “You don’t know what you’re walking into.”
His thumb shifted, pressing just enough to still the space between them. Not forceful, just firm.
“I don’t walk into anything,” he replied.
The noise of the hall seemed distant now, like it belonged to another place entirely. For a moment, neither of them moved.
Then, just slightly, he stepped closer. Not enough to startle. Enough to change the air. Runa felt it; measured, intentional, controlled.
And she didn’t step back.
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The hall had thinned, laughter fading into quieter corners, the last of the firelight flickering against stone walls.
Runa had meant to leave alone.
She had made it as far as the corridor before she felt it—that same presence from earlier. Not a sound, not quite footsteps. Just the certainty of someone behind her.
She didn’t turn right away.
“You follow all your company like this?” she asked, voice calm, echoing softly down the hall.
A pause.
Then, closer now—
“Only the ones who don’t run.”
Runa turned then.
Dunstan stood a few paces behind her, shadows catching along his shoulders, his expression unreadable in the low light. He looked no different than he had before—steady, composed—but there was something quieter here. Less distraction. Less distance.
“You’re far from the hall,” she said. “If you’ve something to say, say it.”
His gaze lingered on her, slow, assessing. Then he stepped forward.
Once. Twice.
Enough that the space between them felt… intentional.
“I was making sure you arrived where you meant to go,” he said.
It almost sounded like courtesy. Almost.
Runa let out a small breath, something just shy of a laugh. “And if I hadn’t?”
His head tilted slightly, considering her like one might a question with more than one answer.
“I would have corrected it.”
There it was again—that certainty. Not loud, not forceful. Just there.
She should have stepped back.
She didn’t.
Instead, she turned, continuing down the corridor toward her chambers. She could hear him follow this time, unhidden, unhurried. The sound of it settled something strange in her chest—something she did not care to name.
When she reached her door, she stopped.
“So,” she said, glancing back at him, “you’ve seen me safely here.”
A beat.
“That was your intention, wasn’t it?”
Dunstan closed the last of the distance between them.
Not touching.
Close enough that it would take very little.
“That was part of it.”
The torchlight caught along his jaw as he looked down at her, steady, unwavering. For a moment, neither of them spoke. The quiet stretched, thick with something unspoken.
Then his hand lifted.
Slow.
Deliberate.
His fingers brushed her wrist again, like before—but this time they didn’t hesitate. They settled, firm, grounding, as if anchoring her in place rather than asking.
Runa’s breath caught—not from fear, but from the weight of it.
“You’re bold,” she murmured.
His thumb shifted slightly against her skin.
“You didn’t stop me.”
A pause.
Her gaze flickered—just briefly—to his hand, then back to his eyes.
“No,” she admitted.
The air between them felt smaller now.
Tighter.
Dunstan’s other hand moved, not to cage, not to trap—but to rest just beside her against the wood of the door, close enough to change the shape of the space she stood in.
Not touching.
But there.
Runa held his gaze, steady, unmoving.
“If you’ve something more to do,” she said quietly, “you’d best decide it.”
For the first time, something shifted in his expression—not softness, not quite—but something sharper. Intent, honed.
His hand at her wrist loosened just slightly.
Not releasing.
Just enough to feel like a choice.
“Another time,” he said.
And then, just as deliberately as he had come close, he stepped back.
The space returned all at once.
But it didn’t feel the same.
Oh yeah guys, this show is great, the plot is fascinating
The plot:
living for the plot 😍
masterpiece of a plot!