#james duncan

[roaches-are-forever]

James Duncan (1804-1861), Blatta Gigantea, Blatta Petiveriana and Harpax. From "Introduction to Entomology", 1840.

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[siremasterlawrence]

Puppeteering My Slave

Four best friends live in this beautiful plush ole fashion mansion pervading with modern technology they invite me to their home for a Hypnosis session.

Apparently, they all have anger issues that have them dealing with the results of their actions actually and it is so fucking weird I mean.

My cab arrives at the gates they open up in a big huff shaking as the driver parks by the front pond, I pay the guy off then exit the car and head for the door.

The door swings open up with a whoosh of air flowing through the air conditioner is on extremely loud and the mansion is fucking cold.

He guides me to the living room offering me a drink then sits down with this evil glare aimed at me like a laser ready to shoot if j move.

He sighs slamming his fist he demands for us to commence then crosses his arms in an annoyance facial expression on his face it to idiotic.

Rolling my eyes I place a giant black back pack the unzip it reaching for the interesting looking objects and place it on the glass table.

James is having a what the fuck moment at the sight of this strange object that he gives a slowly flick as the pendulum rotates side to side.

Instantly his eyes fall from mine focusing on to the pendulum going back and forth the light hits the glass casting a strange shadow over him.

I enjoy all of this yawning a bit my arms are on full strength outstretching into the air in a row of succession and he is sock swept into the darkness.

I rise to my feet standing over him letting the trance be induced I help him to visualize his own submissive plane an exact copy of his living room.

Upon my instructions James stands on top of the staircase as he takes a few steps down counting away to his own self destructive demise.

The projection of his mind swirls from his eyes on to the walls emitting a black and white spiral spinning widely out of control before him.

He is soon fraught in a sea of trouble that holds him back as he struggles to even try to escape and calling him to relinquish all control.

A door fall from the ceiling landing in front of him he steps down grabbing the handle in his palms he twist the knob then walks in to the room.

The door closes behind him ceiling shut in his own mind I can see transformation upon him and I snap my fingers as his body falls in.

Falling forward his body laying on his lap his head and legs drips down hitting the floor as I consume him completely and I am in charge.

Laughing bit I let my echoes go through the air swirling as it hit the wall bouncing across the world and it hits his head hard as he is screaming.

“How can I help you? What is your issue?”

“You know the deal anger management”

“Ok then! So Sam take a gander at this.”

“What in the sweet Jesus is that?”

“It’s called a metronome now shut the fuck.”

“Excuse me!”

“Your attention span is fading and all you can see is the pendulum.”

“The room vanishes”

“Your mind goes blank”

“Nothing else matters”

“I am your life “

“I am your everything “

“You are lost in sweet surrender “

“Give me all else “

“I am your world and existence “

“Your body collapses “

“Eyes hyper focused “

“Mind open only to me”

“What do you want?”

“STOP”

“SCREAM”

“Look in the mirror”

“Who the hell is that?”

“You are evolving”

“Changing a true transformation “

“You have no will of your own “

“You can hear me”

“My voice is strong”

“Resonating deep”

“Deeper then ever”

“Fuck the old you”

“The old me”

“SAY IT”

“Fuck the old me”

“You love your Master”

“I love your Master”

“Stare into the mirror”

“Hold onto the mirror”

“Take a deep dive”

“Fall into the mirror”

“Drop in to the pit of no return”

“It’s a torment of circus”

“He breakthrough “

“Shattering glass”

“Shards sparkling”

“Crashing on him”

“All disappears”

“A new man will be born”

“How do you feel?”

“At peace “

“Quiet”

“Nothingness”

“Succumb to me”

“I am all yours “

“Master Lawrence is that you ?”

“I am here “

“May I sit with you?”

“You are different “

“All due to you “

“Obviously! I am King”

“Address me as Master”

“Sir Yes Master Sir”

“Kneel at my feet”

“Get in between my legs “

“I love your touch”

“The ultimate caress”

“My touch is eternal”

“I am your light”

“I burn eternally”

“Inside your mind”

“You are buried under it all”

“Mwahahahahaha! No escape “

“I desire your life”

“Your body “

“My will is your will”

“You are my puppet “

“I am under your thrall “

“Swoop me up in your arms”

“Tell me “

“Tell you what?”

“How you feel?”

“Do you love me?”

“I feel wonderful “

“I love you “

“How much?”

“With all my soul?”

“Yes “

“I love you too”

“Thank you “

“Babe”

“Master come on”

“Take a break”

“Get over here”

The end

[canadianartjunkie]

Becoming Montreal - James Duncan

[tomoleary]

James Duncan

Exotic moths - James Duncan- 1852 - via Internet Archive

[mcqueenismypapi3]

Reimagining 19th-Century Art Through Generative AI

A conversation with Iregular, the digital art studio that used artificial intelligence to reimagine the pictorial universe of James Duncan:

[inejqhafa]

three tickets to challengers

[longliverockback]

Ian Anderson Rupi's Dance 2003 Roadrunner ————————————————— Tracks: 01. Calliandra Shade (the Cappuccino Song) 02. Rupi's Dance 03. Lost in Crowds 04. A Raft of Penguins 05. A Week of Moments 06. A Hand of Thumbs 07. Eurology 08. Old Black Cat 09. Photo Shop 10. Pigeon Flying over Berlin Zoo 11. Griminelli's Lament 12. Not Ralitsa Vassileva 13. Two Short Planks 14. Birthday Card at Christmas 15. The Stormont Shuffle —————————————————

Ian Anderson

Laszlo Bencker 

James Duncan

Andrew Giddings

David Goodier

John O'Hara

George Kopecsni

Leslie Mandoki

Ossi Schaller

* Long Live Rock Archive

[lindaseccaspina]

Hopetown Mill and James Duncan Store -- Des and Jean Moore Scrapbook

Stewart Carding Mill E 1/2, Lot 17 Conc 2 Lanark Township (near Hopetown), on a tributary of the Clyde River. Duncan Stewart was operating a carding mill by 1849, but it is not clear how long it operated after Stewart’s death in 1857. Mill Ruins, 5475 Highway 511 — Directly behind the church, the remains of Duncan. Stewart’s millpond can be seen. Hopetown Despite having family connections…

[cannibalismposting]

Beauty of this man makes me speechless

[r0seb100d]

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Fics

Dallas Winston x reader hiding in abandoned church

Dallas Winston x reader fluff

Dallas Winston x actress reader

Dallas Winston x reader who had a bad day - fluff

Dallas Winston x reader - first time - smut

Dallas Winston x reader - comforting him - fluff

Dallas Winston x theatre reader

Dallas Winston x best friend reader cuddling - smut

Dallas Winston x soc reader

Dallas Winston x reader starring in a southern gothic film

Dallas Winston x reader meeting at the rodeo

Dallas Winston x reader - talking through head - smut

Dallas Winston x 60s/70s boho reader meet

Rusty-James x reader - he missed her - smut

Rusty-James x reader- platonic comfort after Motorcycle Boy's death

Jack Duncan x sweetheart reader - fluff

Series

Dallas Winston x motel owner’s daughter

Dallas Winston x motel owner’s daughter intro

Dallas Winston x motel owner's daughter playlist

Motel owner’s daughter reader aesthetic

Dallas Winston x motel owner’s daughter - almost caught - smut

Preacher’s daughter au reader aesthetic

Dallas Winston x Preacher’s daughter reader moodboard

Headcannons

Dallas Winston x soc volleyball player reader

Dallas Winston x coquette/Alison Dilaurentis reader

Jack Duncan impressing reader

Moodboards

Dallas Winston x reader

Dallas Winston x reader hiding in abandoned church

Dallas Winston x reader at a cute diner

Dallas Winston x reader cherries and cigarettes

Dallas Winston x Coraline reader

Dallas Winston x reader

Dallas Winston x 60s 70s boho reader

Dallas Winston x reader vintage aesthetic

Tex Mccormick x reader

Tex Mccormick x reader 2

Tex McCormick x reader I love my country boy

Rusty-James x whimsigoth reader

Rusty-James girl

Jack Duncan x reader

Jack Duncan x oc

Song inspired

Dallas Winston - young and beautiful

Dallas Winston x reader - Ethel Cain Crush

Dallas Winston x reader - Ethel Cain Crush pt2

Dallas Winston x reader - Ethel Cain Thoroughfare

Dallas Winston x reader - Lana Del Rey Driving in Cars With Boys

Dallas Winston x reader - Lana Del Rey Music to Watch Boys to

Dallas Winston x reader - Ethel Cain A House in Nebraska

Dallas Winston x reader - Lana Del Rey Diet Mountain Dew

Dallas Winston x reader - Lana Del Rey Tough

Matt Dillon x reader - Lana Del Rey American

Matt Dillon x reader - Lana Del Rey Million dollar man

Matt Dillon x reader - Lana Del Rey Playing dangerous

Jack Duncan x reader - Lana Del Rey Lucky ones

Bob Hughes x reader - Lana Del Rey Dangerous girl

J.C Cullen x reader - Lana Del Rey Off to the Races

‘Jack’ The House that Jack Built x reader - Lana Del Rey Sweet Serial Killer

[fuzziiwuzzii]

“What a little shit stirrer.”

Archie Madekwe made a direct comparison between Farleigh and Regina George so obviously I HAD to draw it

[simpin-on-noodles]

Art dump time again ^^ some were requests from my insta story

[konnosaurus]

my final piece for the rws 80th collab! this time a scene from my chosen extra book :) my lad jimmyjames was so much easier to draw than duncan was haha!

[slippery-soapbox]

Just a 1500 year old boy and his parents

[loonie-loo]

Quick sketches with MI/MAW characters' human versions and a lil of my headcanons

In any case, this is just my vision of the characters!! I hope u enjoy it :'D

Sorry for the bad English I'm sleepy

I like to compare it with the sketches of 2022 lol