#magdalou

[plaguery]

THINE APPEARANCE IS DELICIOUS... DELECTABLE, IF ONE MUST SAY

[knight-of-lights-reststop]

Because this idea has been living in my head rent-free. I made a little limeblood girlie!

Her name is Celtia (Cell-tia) Magdal, a Lime blood in hiding who kind of skates around the system by posing as an Olive blood (even then she pulls a Karkat and using grey to hide her blood color still). She is a follower of the Signless and his teachings, preaching the ideas of an unified Alternia. Girlie is playing with fire and scooting around the very high risk of being culled for it too.

Other things to note: -Her sign is the Canpia, making her a Derse Dreamer and a Hero of Light -If she were to ascend to God Tier, she would be a Seer of Light like Rose -Her horns are meant to mimic a halo -Second picture, with the blood color horns was inspired by how Cottonflurry does troll horns!

[bad-rper]

i draw art of world of warcraft lore friendly subway five dollar footlong veggie delight on whole grain flatbread 1080p [HD] YLYL challenge elsa spiderman asmr binaural beats

Magdal Fogeye - @fog-eye

[nofatclips]

Ed Gein's Dreamhouse, a Cyanide & Happiness short

[pettyelves]

aDRIFT; eilonwy

Dust drifts along the cliffsides, up roaring falls until the sky opens up. A violent rainstorm washes the stardust back down to earth. She’s all weight, an anchor dragging through mud. With her back to a tree, Eilonwy lets herself go for a while hoping that somewhere on the cusp of consciousness Magdal’s location would push itself into her mind. As a thought enters, thunder claps loud above her. The leaves scream frightful and cry out as their fellow leaves are ripped in handfuls by strong winds.  Follow us. They shout back at Eilonwy. This is the last thing we can do. We won’t get to bloom.  She chases. She chases and its like a jump in time. Cold, vacant eyes staring ahead, frazzled ginger hair, and that hand. The hand that spells out.  E Y E  Sealgaire is watching, but she knows she fast. If she can just..

The ceiling of the cave is alit by the dim bioluminescence of mushrooms. Though a net has pinned her in a wet crumple on her back, she finds the view beautiful. Stardust has returned, it floats up and dots the top of the cave like dozens of stars.  Even when Sealgaire’s imposing figure looms, she thinks their eyes must be the moons, the final pieces of the night sky. But they aren’t as lifeless as the Pale Lady, not as cruel as another whose eyes were made of the purest moonlight. “You’ll keep me safe? Can you even keep yourself safe?” Their trill language was frantic and when Sealgaire’s knife pressed near her face, still she tried to lace her fingers around their offending hand. As they spoke, Eilonwy knew that Magdal was moving but her reason for coming seemed far away from Eilonwy and suspended moon and stars.  She’ll be okay. She’s so afraid right now, but she’ll be okay. The stars assure her, or perhaps its her own voice masquerading as something so much bigger.  “You don’t know what it’s like!  You don’t know what it’s like!” The trills of sylphic from Sealgaire’s lips buzz with panic. They have never looked so elven to her, more scared, lost thing than beast.  The net breaks by their knife, in frayed threads. She is free. Magdal is free. But Sealgaire is leaving-- going and going between the claps of thunder. This time she is certain they won’t stop running.  You will be afraid forever. 

I understand if you want to hunt them. Her bare feet smacking into the mud, rain crashing all around her as she moved like lightning away from the clinic.  S’that what you came here for? The air feels like breathing ice, that turns to fire when it reaches her stomach. By time she reaches the Bell Tree, it is boiling over-- frustration stacked up to blind rage.  The bells clang dissonant in the storm, and as she stands full up with fire-- she has no choice but to burn. Even as she destroys her own quiet place, throwing and slamming and thrashing, the leaves cry with her.   Hours later, the dust has drifted back to the palm of a tree. Curled up, the leaves stretch out their lines to shield her from the persistent rain. “It’s not fair,” she tells the leaves. “Not fair to be alone forever. Not fair to have no name. Not fair. Not fair.” Her lips pinch downward, and she knows good and well nothing is fair.  “I know,” she mumbles, “They want to be no one. So it doesn’t hurt..” And the leaves rustle their rustle.  “But they aren’t. They aren’t just a hunter either,” she decides, her arms wrapped around her knees. “Even if it is secret. Or they never hear it. Or if we never see them again..” she trails off into thought. Lightening flashes, splitting the sky and casting her foliage-bound friends in stark black and white. “ A name that’s a wish..”  A clap of thunder. A new name swallowed up in the echo. [ @fog-eye Magdal @bad-rper​ Sealgaire]

[kingratsthings]

A Wretched Red Hand  Hand belongs to @fog-eye​

[mysowa]

https://gloria.tv/post/2wGXDMbuEY6N1TaHuogYEgozr

[jurnaldeoltenia]

Invitați de renume la „Magia Crăciunului la Operă”

Invitați de renume la „Magia Crăciunului la Operă”

Barbara Frittoli, Subcarpați, Asturia Girls, Brio Sonores, Daniel Magdal, David Baños, Iana Novac, Octavian Dobrotă și Katiuscia vor sărbători Crăciunul la Craiova. „Magia Crăciunului la Operă”, spectacolul-eveniment al Operei Române Craiova, va avea loc duminică, 18 decembrie 2022, de la ora 19.00, la Sala Polivalentă. Invitaților speciali li se vor alătura soliștii, actorii, Orchestra, Corul și…

[4dshadow]

Art Dept.

[ancientorigins]

Was Mary Magdalene fated to be the first Pope? As she was the disciple who saw Jesus resurrected at the tomb, there are strong arguments and facts to back up the claim that Mary Magdalene was chosen to lead the followers of Jesus.

[plaguery]

more oc outfit thingies because i found it fun

lurley:

pomene:

siv:

magdal:

[knight-of-lights-reststop]

Because I had the urge, I wanted to draw OC God tiers. Emma is new for this blog, as I have yet to post stuff about her here yet. I will probably post stuff with her soon?

God Tier designs are by @coffeecats900 (hope you don't mind the at). I tried my best to get the right. And I am happy with how they came out. May do more in the future, do not know yet. But yee

That is all :D //throws my girls into the tumblr ether lol

[bad-rper]

the freakshow found a ghost bird

Magdal Fogeye belongs to @fog-eye

Stimmy Castfuse is starred by @bestwarlock

[alexbkrieger13]

I think only Linköping managed to win the league right after P left (they did right?) 😅 Wolfsburg didn't and now maybe also Chelsea.

yea they did but they haven't won it since magdal was there for the first half of that season so maybe we put it down to that

[pettyelves]

✔✔✔✔ four magoo daydreams extra pickles hold the cheese (with whoever mix em up even should that be the whimsy)

Now guess which daydream is from who: ✔ Laundry drifts on a line in the evening breeze. Suddenly, her mind drifts off and the paleness of the cloth reminds her of the doctor. Wiggle wiggle wiggle. There her chicken-boned ass is, flopping on the line going "WHOooOoOOooOOoooOOooOOOOa". ✔ Over lunch, heavy on meat, he finds his mind drifting to a hypothetical meal. "Heh, how's it taste?" He asks Magdal, who is munching away on a sauce BRIMMING with red meat. "S'good. S'really good." Heh. She doesn't know. ✔ A floral pastel dress in a window of a shop sparks a brief moment out of his body. She twirls gleefully in the middle of the Locust Lounge. Lightweight fabric that's ideal for this. "Mm, but the colors would clash with the Lounge's. Perhaps she'll wear it for aught else." ✔ Sometimes, when sleep refuses to come for her, she imagines their roles refused. Had she been in that cave in ropes. Had she been the source of their fear. She can never think of it long before she burrows into warmth and finds true sleep.

[kingratsthings]

Pitch & Poppy

Magdal Fogeye belongs to @fog-eye​