#a crown of inc

[shugar0cone0alt]

(ACOI) Y/N after passing out getting out of bed for the first time

ACOI by: @madschiavelique

A crown of inc meme

[retrocgads]

UK 1987

[a-blue-mask]

Just a small realisation on my side, who else is like this?

[oldschoolfrp]

If exploring eerie dungeons filled with monsters is your idea of fun (hellish dungeon art by Christopher White in ad for SSI games Wizard's Crown and Rings of Zilfin, from Computer Gaming World magazine, issues 26-29, March through June-July 1986)

[nomsfaultau]

Animatic for Fault part 1: Conviction

tw: blood, gore, general abuses of the Foundation, minor needles

[ramonag-if]

Me reading today's asks:

How did we get from cute romance and hilarious family drama asks to incest and cannibalism? 😂🤣

You know this fandom is never boring 😂😂 We've got to spice up the asks somehow 🤣

[trevlad-sounds]

Invisible Club 23

24.07.2024

Intro 00:00 Brainstory-Too Yung 01:28 Lunar Cambridge-Rubicon 04:26 Fallen-Angry Forests 08:05 Alessandro Alessandroni-Cielo verde 10:02 Secret Circuit-Every Day There’s Something New To Say – Michal ‘Snapping’ Turtle Remix 12:34 *gribbles-Two Things 17:54 *Heron & Crane-Themes 20:30 Apifera-The Curious Wild 23:43 The British Stereo Collective-See! Hear! 28:46 Kiasmos, Ólafur Arnalds, Janus Rasmussen-Burst 29:47 TV-99-AD-One and Ten 33:29 Gyazai Gyozo-Eye Egg Electronics 39:13 Sakari-the slide 42:13 Kelpe-Tennis Rush 48:40 Time Rival-Premonition 51:20 Conny Frischauf-Schall und Schwer (Erst aus dem Ufo seh ich dich) 53:26 Outro 56:34

[mybeautifulchristianjourney]

Crowned With Glory

But we do see Jesus, who was made lower than the angels for a little while, now crowned with glory and honor because he suffered death, so that by the grace of God he might taste death for everyone. — Hebrews 2:9 | New International Version (NIV) Holy Bible, New International Version®, NIV® Copyright ©1973, 1978, 1984, 2011 by Biblica, Inc.® Used by permission. All rights reserved worldwide. Cross References: Matthew 16:28; John 3:16; John 8:51-52; Acts 2:33; Acts 3:13; Philippians 2:9

[doolallymagpie]

woe. morty's marauder be upon ye.

probably sub-optimal

[angstandhappiness]

LMAO is that pepsi

your honor leshy is just a hungry guy

[shugar0cone0alt]

Winter wonder

A crown of ink fan art (my y/n is my oc)

A crown of ink by @madschiavelique

Notes: I had a hard time doing viktors hair so I said fuck it Bennie. Also my friend pointed out to me that when I draw my ocs there always very saturated compared to charecters who are in the cannon. This is because I have the condition where colors hit the eye abit wonky. Any questions for me and my art you can DM or comment bc god I love it when people interact with my art.

Time taken: 4:19

[retrocgads]

UK 1987

[socaltreecare]

Tree Crowning in San Marcos

Tree crowning is the selective pruning of upper canopy branches to enhance a tree's shape, and health, and improve light and airflow. This process reduces the risk of branch breakage while keeping the tree at a manageable size. For expert tree crowning services in San Marcos, trust SoCal Tree Care Inc. Contact us today to schedule your tree care!

[nobodysuspectsthebutterfly]

#they gotta give her some flaws the greens remain more interesting. to me #i understand this statement is the exact opposite of how most everyone else thinks (via @visenyaism)

#emma d'arcy nb slay vs contender for fruitiest image of straight war criminals I've ever seen. incredible job marketing department #maybe we're all just saying things at this point idk #edit: hold on. emma d'arcy nb war criminal slay #equal rights my apologies (via @hylialeia)

“all must choose” but rhaenyra looking hot and correct with good posture and her dad’s crown perfectly resting on her head like it belongs there just cannot beat that killer limp-wristed might frisbee the conqueror’s crown at any moment adult boy-king suicidal ennui + fundamentalist sword violence psychopath combination it’s not fair.

[oldschoolfrp]

Eight valiant characters fight to recover the Crown of the Emperor, stolen by the usurper Tarmon, Wizard of Thunder, and hidden in the ruins of Arghan (Christopher White box art for Wizard's Crown, "A Role-Playing Fantasy Game with Tactical Combat," Strategic Simulations, Inc, 1986, available in Commodore 64/128, Atari 8-bit and ST, DOS, and Apple II versions) Wizard's Crown was a relatively simple dungeon bash, but its combat system formed the basis of SSI's later Gold Box AD&D games.

[raincross]

Crown - Rome

Can also be read on ao3

Dark stood in Rome's office. The top floor of Nueva Vita's tallest building. While outside showed signs of an upcoming blizzard, the office was warm and inviting. On one of the walls was a large monitor displaying a looping video of a fireplace. But Dark was feeling anything but invited in that moment. She would have run out and avoided this confrontation entirely, but the only exit was being guarded by Bruiser, second in command of the Wrath gang.

Dark liked Bruiser well enough. A tall muscular woman easily clearing seven feet. Ashen grey hair and pink eyes. She was shy and never said much. Unlike most others in the Wrath gang, Bruiser never took part in fights, preferring to act as intimidation more than anything else. Dark wasn't even sure if she knew how to fight.

Dark decided that if she could, she'd rather test that theory than deal with what was to come as the door opened. A young looking woman entered. Blue hair, yellow piercing eyes, and a pinstripe suit. It was unmistakably Romain Amato. Dark kept her eyes as Rome she closed the door behind her, walked passed her, and took a seat at her desk. She turned her chair so it was facing the large window that gave an impressive view of the city.

"Dark." Rome began. "I hear you caused quite a stir at the mall downtown."

Dark cleared her throat and forced out a chuckle. "Ghast is just mad that I knocked over her smoothie."

Rome sighed and shook her head. She turned to face Dark. Her expression was not one of amusement. "Thousands of dollars in property damage sounds like more than just a simple smoothie misunderstanding."

Dark frowned and whined, "I was wearing a mask! No one knows it was me. I even dressed like some random schmoe. We caught the guy, didn't we?"

Rome nodded. "We did, but now I have to forge evidence. Delete camera footage. Bribe officers. You caught him, but made things on my end a lot harder." She frowned and shook her head. "I'm sorry, Dark. I know you'd rather do things your way. I know you want to help, but this isn't the way to do it. That's why we gave you the lower income areas of the city. No one cares if a gang fight breaks out. People die and sometimes others get caught in the middle of the fight." She gave Dark a small smile. "No one really understands the motives of people they don't know. And ever since you left, I feel like I've also lost some understanding of you."

Dark shyly looked away and muttered, "I'm sixteen. I can do what I want."

Rome shook her head and laughed. "Dear, you may be sixteen, but I'm still your mother. I need to teach you a lesson. And so, you're grounded for the next two weeks. You can leave the house, but you can't get into any fights or have any dessert after dinner."

Dark gasped and slammed her hands down on Rome's desk. She couldn't believe it! The torture! All over some broken glass and a few couches on fire! "You can't do that, Rome!"

"Yes I can, Dark. You're only sixteen."

Dark stomped her foot repeatedly and whined, "I demand a better union! And mama!"

"Dark, sweetie. I've already given you a house and you have the best insurance you could get. What more can you possibly want?" Rome asked, a little hurt that Dark would cry out for her other mother. The silly demands she could take in stride. Dark was always a little spoiled and honestly, a little impulsive. But Dark was very attached to the people she knew.  And never once had called out for Rome for anything that would warrant a mother's love.

Dark pouted and held out her wrist. "I got hit in the wrist with wood. It hurts."

Rome gasped, all thoughts on authoritative power forgotten. She pushed her chair aside and ran up to Dark, startling her and Bruiser. Rome pulled Dark close and and kissed her wrist. "Oh my poor baby! Did you get hurt fighting Luftkrieg? I keep telling her that you're not supposed to kill each other, but she never listens! I'm going to have a stern talk with her when this is over!"

Dark shook her head. "It wasn't Luftkrieg. I-" She stopped. Dark didn't want Ghast to get in trouble. "I was bagging some stuff to sell around, but a shelf collapsed and hit my hand. Sorry."

Rome shook her head and pulled Dark into a hug. Dark found herself grinning and trying to subtly breath in deeply as she was pressed into her mother's chest. "Oh Dark," She wailed as if her precious baby daughter was dying. Bruiser took in the sight, disturbed at everything she was taking in. From Rome's quick change from authority figure to overly doting mother, to Dark's Oedipus complex. Rome stroked Dark's cheek. "I'm revoking the ban on desserts. You need food and nutrients in order to heal. But you're still not fighting until you're healed.

Dark sighed and nodded. She knew Rome. She wouldn't be able to go out with the girls until that bruise completely disappeared. At least she had desserts. "Yes, ma." She muttered sarcastically.

Rome grinned and pulled Dark close again, squeeing at finally being acknowledged of being Dark's mother. Dark of course wound up with her face back in her mother's chest.

'Worth it. This is better than fights.' Dark thought.

It was a comfort to them both. Rome felt closer to Dark. Dark felt closer to her mother in more than one way. Just the two of them alone on a winter day, hugging in a warm office with an open door.