#magnolia run

[mlady-magnolia]

Fontaine and its singular graveyard ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Part 2 of the Fontaine Graveyard Shenanigans

[modcroissant]

Crk oc made by cookie name generator

You met Glimmer Fairy Cookie!

Flower inspiration is a moon flower :>

Glimmer is a Faerie Mage! Known to be a guiding light and taught his fellow faeries the ways of ancient magic. The only times he's more active is at night, so you don't see him a lot in day.

Glimmer also has a beloved :D that's Silver Magnolia Cookie, who's friends cannot stop teasing him about.

He's the fucking gaylord-

[skybristle]

rbs > likes

sighhh. ok most of this pertains to an au made with me and some friends @floppa-whoppa and @ratiosilence ...... its basically an entire rewrite from the ground up........... some of these ocs in these are theirs also!!!!

trad doodles too because fuck you

[naffeclipse]

Have you considered writing a cowboy DCA au? Or a vampire AU?

I have ideas for both! I mention my Vampire AU in my Laundry List of AUs Post, but I haven't talked about a Cowboy AU yet!

For my cowboy AU, Y/N owns a prairie house and a small patch of land out in the wild west. You work hard and make do even though you're falling behind on payments and falling deeper into debt and danger of the bank taking your property back. It's a tough life. You know that.

Nothing exciting happens around here until one day you see a figure riding in from the distance. An animatronic on a horse. You're a bit weary of strangers, especially out here, where cattle rustlers and outlaws are aplenty, so you greet the rider with a shotgun. He's all smiles and hand waves, his sun rays partly hidden underneath his hat. There's a shiny pistol in the holster on his belt and a rifle hanging off his back. A large bag is strapped to the saddle. He's careful to not reach for something he shouldn't, and you let him dismount to talk to you, lowering your weapon.

He reassures you he means no trouble and that he just needs shelter for the night, if you don't mind. He's more than willing to offer a helping hand in exchange. He's a talker, sweet and charming, and you're not in a position to refuse extra farm help. You put him to work. He does it all without complaint which you appreciate.

There's a moment when you take a break from the back-breaking work to lie down in the field, staring up at the sky. Your eyes end up closing. You feel a gentle shadow over you. When you look up, Sun is there, casting blissfully cool shade and asking if it's alright for him to stand here. You tell him it's just fine. You ask him if there's any worry of him overheating. He says no, but thank you kindly for the concern.

Later, when you check in the barn, you notice that the large bag that was on his horse is now gone.

You don't want any trouble.

At sundown, when you call for him to come inside, you're greeted with a different animatronic, still smiling and soothing and promising that it's the same cowboy, please put the shotgun down. You've never met an animatronic like him. Sun. Moon. You let him come inside.

You spend a quiet night with the cowboy. He helps you clean up your dishes even though he had no part in the mess-making. There's little talk of where he came from or where he's going, but he mentions lying low for a while. You don't want to know. You don't ask. He asks if he might touch the guitar you have there in the corner. You tell him that's fine. You haven't played it in a long time. He serenades the night with plucked chords and twaining strings, and somehow, you fall asleep listening to the gentle strums and wake up the next morning in your bed.

Sun greets you all cheerful. You don't know what to feel about having another around to talk to... but you're adjusting. He asks for another day's work for another night's lodging. You agree. He smiles so big you're afraid he'll burst.

You get a visit from a fellow farmer (Sun makes himself scarce on the rare chance a visitor comes) who talks about the news, the gangs rolling through the valley, the cattle missing, and a distant bank just recently robbed. You shake your head.

Later, in the barn, you're shifting hay on the hayloft when you step back and expect to find solid flooring but there's nothing but air and you're falling—then caught in solid arms. Sun exclaims how you have to be careful! You would have gotten hurt. You wish he would put you down already, holding you like this turns you all red and embarrassed. Even when he sets you on your feet, Sun insists he finishes with the hay up top. Your pride is awfully stung but the ghost of his arms around you chases you outside and it's only there that you can finally think clearly after all the excitement.

When night falls, Moon helps you deal with a fox in the chicken pen but in chasing off the fiend, something snaps along his arm when he hops a fence and you know that ugly sound means something's broken. Wires spark in the dark. You rush to his side faster than you've ever run. You gingerly hold his arm and guide him back home to fix the damage done even though you're only a support to his injury, and he, thankfully, can tend to himself. He says he's learned how to take care of little problems like these since he's been running by himself for a while. You almost ask what he did before he came here but you don't dare. You told yourself you didn't want trouble. Getting attached will do nothing but stir up your feelings. There will be no one else to blame if your heart gets broken.

He picks at the guitar strings to test his repair and sings a little song that you swear you won't fall asleep to but, again, you wake up in your bed when you know you didn't tuck yourself in. Sun is already outside, getting a jumpstart on the day's chores.

The cowboy stays another night, then another, and then a few weeks have flown by. You get a visitor from the bank asking for payment or else they're taking your land and everything on it. You chase off the man, spitting mad, but you're still in troubled waters. You're going to lose all you have. Sun witnesses the encounter from a distance but you don't speak of it all day. Then, Sun finds you when the sun burns red across the sky.

He talks softly to you and before you know it, he's leading you by the hand and spinning you in a little dance you've never danced before. Sun leads, and you follow because he's the last light you have, and when he dips you low, you rise with the Moon in the near darkness, dancing and dancing on dirt. You've never held a hand that felt so right with his arms twirling you around and around—you almost forget you're going to lose it all.

Besides the crackle of the fire in your hearth that night, Moon coaxes you to talk about the money you owe and your pride almost bites your tongue off but you do it anyway. Moon asks when the bank man is going to come again. You tell him in the morning but you don't want charity. You don't need it. You owe enough debts as it is. He gives you a grin that is too mischievous for his own good.

That night, you lean against his shoulder when he plays a gentle song, a ballad about lovers falling and magnolias blooming. You wake up in your bed but it's still dark out and Moon is gone. You get up to find him but he's already at the door, holding a large bag—the one that was missing from his saddle. He tells you to pay the bank when they come and get a receipt. You ask him what in blue blazes he's doing with a bag full of money but he shoves it in your hands. Morning spills across the land. Then it's Sun winking at you. The bank is coming. He tells you he needs to go now, but he promises to come back for you.

You tell him you can't owe him like this—you'll never be able to repay it. Sun promises that you won't owe him anything, he'll get the money back.

You can hardly be angry before he's on his horse and taking off into the distance. You curse yourself out for being a fool and having a heart that wants to stick roots into anything that lingers longer for a day and for having this bag of money that isn't yours and for letting that cowboy dance and serenade you, but when the bank sends another man to collect, you pay it all. You get that receipt. The man accepts the payment and goes on his merry way, back to the bank that can no longer hound you. All of your debts are erased, thanks to the cowboy.

You don't know where he was hiding the money. You remember the news of a distant bank that was robbed.

It's only a few days later that you learn from a fellow farmer that the man carrying back your money to the bank was ambushed. An animatronic outlaw caught him alone. He stole the entire bag of cash. The farmer laughs when he says the bank man was madder than a wet hen. He also remarks that he's surprised they didn't come after you for more money, but you had a receipt. They can't touch you.

After the farmer leaves, you sit in a daze and then curse the cowboy out again. You still owe him.

You didn't want trouble, yet here you are, all twitterpated and waiting for when he comes down from the horizon.

[midnitecafe]

magnolia's midnight cafe

[frenchfry99]

🌺 I'm back with flower besties! :] 🌼

Couple of doodles below the cut

What if they all are a lil silly friendgroup,,, having tea and frolicking in the field n stuff,,,

THEY'RE JUST CHILL LIL GUYS TOGETHER I LOVE THEM SMMMM <3

Minnie and Timothy by @thelone-copper and Buddy by @dxkjf !! Their designs are so fun to draw gah!!! :D

Bonus mini Magnolia and mini Buddy!!

Plants were 'Lia's special interest since they were a lil kid so she'd be so happy to meet kid Buddy because "moo?? a talking flower?? Must befriend!!" (Would treat him nicely obv!!)

[magnoliasforyourmedic]

While Winters had taken to swimming every morning, maybe Gene fell into a similar rhythm of going for a swim every night. Winters mentioned how he was still getting used to these morning swims of his but I’ll bet for Gene it was more like reuniting with an old friend. His life in Louisiana revolved around the water. He traveled the waterways to get to school, worked on fishing boats to earn money, and sought out the water for relief from the harsh southern sun. Here, under the moon and stars, the water cradled him just the same as it did back in Louisiana and perhaps for the first time in a long time he felt settled.

No one knew of how he slipped out while most of the men slept, following the beckoning call of the water. These nightly swims were his, and his alone… At least, at first.

[ken-tenenbaum]

Magnolia (1999)

Quote by Clarice Lispector

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

[twosides--samecoin]

chapter 1 - spotify - chapter 12

Just another Robert Joseph MacCready Fallout story that asks a simple question: What if Med-Tek didn't work out?

Explicit/Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Notable Tags: Slow Burn, Neurodivergence, Immigration, Culture Shock, Martial Arts, Hiking, Found Family, Longfic, Fix It, Dreams, Character Study, Canon Divergence, Fanon, Inspired By Music, Angst With A Happy Ending, Canada fanon in Fallout

Hancock reveals what happened the night Olivia disappeared. Featuring a chapter companion playlist & CSS/HTML, clarity edits and expanded scenes & dialogue updates for each previous chapter.

“Ah, you’re funny, Sunshine. You know, you coulda just said..”

Hancock looked up and sighed toward the ceiling of the State House. He didn’t want to ruin it between them.

..Said that you’re RJ’s girl. I would have cleared up that wife thing for you, real quick. Could have helped give you the night you were really looking for all along.

Hope a list of bangerz makes up for the long wait. Featuring: house, hyperpop, rap, 90's classics, vogue, k-pop, Bizarre Inc, Cakes da Killa, Rosalia, Charli XCX, Tyler the Creator, Shygirl, Cobrah, Slayyyter, Sophie & more.

thanks for reading. xox tssc

[tko-draws]

When the cookies get their own icons

[mlady-magnolia]

Genetics may be whooping my ass, but I’m not about to mess up my daily hsr art streak-!!

Anyway, enjoy some silly doodles of ponytail Himeko because we love women in STEM

[cautiously0ptimistic]

Got a broken ego, broken heart, God, I don’t even know where to start.

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[neriyon]

Got samurai to 60 on Yulan and finally got to use this top in a glam~

Bonus charm point: cute little back window 🥺

[echolocating]

eternally

[angelicalchaoticabyss]