#ducan

[dirtybiowareconfessions]

Confession: I think it's unfair that we didn't get a chance to bang Duncan before he died at Ostagar.

#ducan #dragon age #dragon age origins #bioware #dirty confessions #dirty confession

[roughridingrednecks]

Ducan

#ducan #construction worker #redneck #beard #shades #blond

[melaecrit]

#ducan #ducan total drama #total drama #total drama fancast

[hellothere-war]

Skeletor:What dose he man love the most?

Krass:ME!

Ducan:CATS!

Cringer:ROARRR!

Adam:DUNCANS SISTER!

Teela:But dinky doesn’t have a sist- WAIT YOU MEAN ME!?

#funny #he man krass #he man cgi #he man netflix #he man motu #he man #he man skeletor #he man 2021 #he man teela #he man man at arms #ducan #cgi adam  #adam x teela #adam and cringer

[teaccup-writes]

Just published a new Duncey fic with simp Courtney and Ducan with feelings everyone go read!

#just posted the link #Duncey #Courtney #ducan #I did this just for Duncey nation #but bridgeney fans will be fed!

[jorgenguldmann]

No Sugar, please

I’ve been battling to lose weight for a long time. Since turning 30, my metabolism has transformed so radically that I can no longer eat “con Amore” without gaining weight and expanding my waistline. I’ve experimented with many different tactics in this battle, some more extreme than others less unpleasant, and I’ve come to the conclusion that the best course of action for me is somewhere between…

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#sugar #ducan #dukan #healthy

[weirdtvland]

Melba Moore photographed by Kenn Ducan, 1970s 💜

#black is beautiful #black women #1970s #70s model #melba moore #kenn ducan #circa 1970s #1970s fashion #afro

[justineportraits]

John Duncan Fergusson Les Eus 1910

#john ducan fergusson #dance

[verianal]

COURTNEY HCS!! :3 (also sort of like a redesign not rlly tho i just didnt like her pants..)

+one in td art style

#Total drama hc #td courtney #total drama island #Shes a lesbian bcz no girl could love a man as ugly as ducan w/o it being comphet #That was joke #Dont burn me at the stake plz #total drama redesign #:3

[nerdygirlwithanxiety]

I wanna talk about this asshole and my au for hours man....like all the lore lore and all the less dark parts. I wanna talk about everything without censoring I wanna talk about what's cannon from and what's not. I. Want.to.talk.about.EVERYTHING.

#anthony kurosaki #multiverse oc #william grossman #mercury black #rwby #will grossman #ducan yume #duncanyumedawm #dawmrwbyau #dawm #creeps comic

[seedofjoseph]

with your dirty mouth full of honest lies

Fandom: (Pre-Canon) Far Cry 5

Pairing: John Seed x GN!Reader

Rating: M (mature)

Words: 1200

John Duncan has every alarm set at 6:00 AM and that includes holidays, weekends, and the morning after.

All of them went off the morning after he carried you to bed a crying mess and put you to sleep in a wet heap. And every one of them was turned off the morning after you confessed your love for him and he punished you for it with tormenting pleasure.

"I smell bacon sizzling," John yawned, shaking his head of all the sleep he got in "And plastic burning?"

"That'd be the brand new frying pan," you point to the plastic wrapping on the counter. "I'm christening the stove."

"And stocking my pantry for the winter," he rubbed his eyes over to the bags of groceries next to the wrappings. "Have I ever been caught walking into the office with a lunch box, my dear?" Grabbing a Red Delicious apple, he wiped it on his royal blue robe before taking a bite.

"Oh, I see how it is," you try on a teasing tone, turning towards him to show off the pan. "His Highness can't digest peasant food like breakfast skillets." You empty the contents evenly into the two plates you set on the table, proud to have turned his empty, stainless kitchen into a messy, lived-in space.

The homeowner wasn't as comfortable inside of it as you were, however. And while the smell of your cooking had gotten him out of bed, this domestic display had made him a stranger in his own kitchen.

"Already ate," he showed off the shiny apple he had yet to finish, following you back to the sink. "I'll stop for coffee on our way back to your place," he looked over your shoulder at the monstrosity espresso machine you hadn't dared touch.

"I was a server, not a barista," you try your best to not sound as bitter as the hundreds of Americanos rich college boys like John Duncan had ordered. "I never learned to use the damn things."

"Shh," he slithered his hand under the collar of his shirt and reached the back of your neck. "It's alright. Shh. I never asked for coffee. Or breakfast. Or groceries." Then, he tangled his fingers into the small hairs there and threatened to pull. "All I asked is that you say 'yes'."

The night before, he asked you to stay. He asked you to stay when you took the emergency staircase when you closed the elevator doors in front of him. He asked you to stay when he caught up to you in the lobby. And you answered 'yes' when he asked if you were falling in love with him.

'Yes,' you answered him. Yes, you were falling in love with him. Between the bacchanals you abstained from attending and he drowned himself in, between the courtroom and back alley deals, and between all the men and women he swam through, you found someone as terrified of leaving room for his thoughts as you.

The morning after, between the blue curtains and white sheets, you let your thoughts wander. You let them lead you to places you knew you had no permission to be in. And you let them settle in your stomach where your hunger for the heavens in his eyes digested faster than your disgust for his silver tongue.

The morning after, between a breakfast that will never touch his lips and the shit-eating grin on his unshaven face, you swallowed the lump in your throat.

"And I did," you remind him of the ugly truths he choked out of you, all the while calling you beautiful. "I said 'yes'. To you. To us."

"Then leave these to soak and meet me in the shower," he whispered, drawing your head back and a whimper out of your throat.

You dropped the pan and the spatula but still you didn't surrender. "No."

"What was that?"

"I said no," you grunt painfully as you pull yourself out of his tightening grip. Then, as he blinks at the hairs still tangled between his fingers, you finally swallow the lump and speak clearly: "I didn't say 'yes' to Mr. Duncan, I said 'yes' to John. The real John."

"To me," he twirls your hair in his hand.

"No."

You pushed past him and whatever lie he had lined up died on his lips. And, as you pull his button-up off of your shoulders, you start your shameful walk toward the exit.

The night before, you only had your tears to hide. The morning after, you had purple bruises and red teeth marks to cover up. So you push down your pride as you pull at the knob.

"We're not doing this again," John came up from behind, bracketing you between his biceps and slamming both palms against the door surface. "I haven't even had my coffee yet."

"No, we're not," you snap at him, spinning around in the small space between his torso and the door.

"Then stop saying that," he snorted, but there was no humor in it. And there was nothing of the John you said 'yes' to last night in his eyes. Under the dark hair that fell into his face, his frown clouded the clear blue skies. "And get your pretty little ass in the shower."

"I'll stop saying 'no' when you stop lying," you spit. "You fucking liar."

"Stop calling me that," his nostrils flared.

"Only when you stop fucking lying to yourself, John Seed."

"Stop calling me that," he snarled, slamming his fists against the door surface.

"Yes, Mr. Duncan," your voice shook as you tried switching to the secretary one. "Right away, Mr. Duncan."

"Stop it," he shook all over. "I never lied to you. When I said I wanted you to take the day off, I meant it. When I said I needed you to stay the night, I meant it." Dipping his head, he suffocated himself with your smell, sighing into the side of your neck. "And when I said I can't let you run home crying, I meant I wanted your tears to soak up my sheets."

This John you recognized. You recognized the lust, the gluttony, and - most of all - you recognized the wrath. He wasn't flexing his cheek muscles, or eating bullshit, or dusting off his pain with white powder lines. No, not this John. This John snarled, bared his teeth, and bore his blown-out eyes into you.

If you were at your most alluring while in agony, then he was at his most handsome while uncoifed, unmedicated and unraveled.

"Then get that silver spoon out of your throat and have breakfast with me," you brought your hands to his face, combing back his bangs. "I'll even learn to work that fucking machine if you want me to."

"I won't lie to you," he wrapped his hands around your wrists.

"You better not," your thumbs brushed his unshaven cheeks.

"I don't know how that thing works either," he smiled a small smile. A sincere smile. "And I sure as shit don't know how to make you and I work."

"We're supposed to figure it out together, John," you smile in turn, tracing his trembling jaw. "You already know my answer, but what about yours?"

"My answer," he latches onto your fingers with his lips, kissing the tips, "is yes."

#john seed #far cry 5 #john seed x reader #john seed x you #john ducan #I'm not like other girls #I write john duncan (nee seed) fanfiction and don't even make it a lemon #yeah I said 'lemon' because I am old #the title is a lyric from a lady gaga song #because I am indeed old #fanfic

[transparentdreamruins]

📷 grahammctavish IG

#sam heughan #graham mctavish #ducan lacroix #clanlands almanac #paperback publication #friendship #enjoy life

[snicketstrange]

Who is the possible survivor of the fire to which the Snicket File refers?

Short theory:

The sentence on page 13 states: "Because of the evidence discussed on page nine, experts now suspect that there may in fact be one survivor of the fire, but the survivor's whereabouts are unknown".

It can't be Quigley Quagmire, as the file explicitly states "one survivor," not "another survivor." Given that Isadora and Duncan Quagmire's survival is public knowledge, we're not discussing the Quagmire mansion fire. The clues point to the Baudelaire mansion fire and the alleged arsonist, Lemony Snicket, who has also been declared dead. This leads us to believe that Lemony, initially presumed dead and guilty, had his death status questioned by experts. Kit and Jacques Snicket, as shown in LSTUA and TCC, are on a mission to clear Lemony's name and confirm his survival, despite their grave doubts.

The Snicket File, aptly named "Snicket Fires" by Hall, underlines their fight against their brother's fiery accusations.

#asoue #asoue theory #lemony snicket #a series of unfortunate events #lstua #snicket file #Quigley Quigmire #quagmire #ducan Quagmire #isadora duncan #isadora quagmire #beatrice baudelaire #lemony snicket the unauthorized autobiography #a serie of unfortunate events icons #Snicket #jacques snicket #kit snicket #VFD #desventuras em s├®rie #desventuras em serie #desventuras em série #des

[midnightlee25]

Mini Profiles: Duncan

Yandere type: Possessive   

  Traits: Controlling, Manipulative, Stalker, Violent 

  Is it Instant love or one that grow over time:  

Depending on how his darling is it could take a short amount of time or a long amount of time. 

  Delusional level (0-10):  

2, he's not that delusional but he can have his moments of not totally being in reality however it doesn't happen that often. 

  How will do they hide their yandere side:  

For the most part he hides it well enough but then there are other times whether he either doesn't care to hide it or lets it slip.  

  Danger level (0-10):  

9, he really can make whoever he wants disappear into a bloody pulp. 

#yandere #yandere mini profiles #total drama #total drama duncan #yandere total drama #yandere total drama ducan #Nostalgia: do you really remember it that way? #nostalgia

[hellothere-war]

[Masters of the revelation]

In this AU Adam instead of dying he instead was transferred to Etheria and was saved by the one Princess Rebellion. Later after healing Adam meets the princess and Entrapta Tells Adam that her and Adam are twins so Adam meets his 6 month niece and nibbling Finn and Marlana (Mara for short). Later he was named a godfather to Scorpia and Perfuma’s daughter Flora after the disappearance from a mission Adam takes in Flora and treats her as his own blood and not how his own father did. And meeting the kids nannie Teela-Na Prime bringing back memories of Teela he calls her Leea. 1 year later they get married and have twin boys (for Adam it’s been 15 years while in His home plant it is 2) So Adam and His wife now have three kids Flora,Dare,Ducan and one child on the way Adam so happy he has everything he could want he has a family that love him (his twins adopted family’s Aunt spellacasta, Dad hordak adopted mom Entrapta) has a bunch of friends how understand him and his pain. People think him as a brave soldier and not a coward prince and no one knows how heman is. A loving wife how he feels is one the only people how understand him all the little kids of princess look up to him and he and his brother in-law with his new female besty Krass with dinky are amazing friends to him and treats him with respect. But when a distress call comes from his home he must leave with his new friends, family, and pregnant wife so how will his old family and friends react seeing him alive and a new man then he was before.

#he man krass #he man #masters of the revelation #she ra adora #oc x canon #adam x teela #he man motu #Ducan #adora #flora

[girldong]

thinking about how coral was called melange as a placeholder name in the leaks

#in many ways walter is like ducan idaho- (i am shot)