#Yes her name is Pinto

[paperbagsandwich]

Not really a sequence, these were drawn separately, but a hey, it still works, right?

Some Borrower stuff I just had on my mind where Markus gets pampered from a human after getting exiled for doing something he didn't do...

[thankskenpenders]

IDW's Knuckles 30th Anniversary special

I'm still working on finishing Shadow Generations and writing up a big thing about it (yes, yes, it's taken me a month to finish a four hour game, I know), but in the meantime we've got another new Classic era comic out from IDW! Let's talk about that.

The last Classic era release we got was the Fang miniseries earlier this year, which I mostly enjoyed but also found a bit underwhelming. It felt like we were getting diminishing returns with the Classic comics. Ian seemed to be struggling to make the Classic era feel fresh within Sega's current restrictions for that branch of the brand, a branch that by its very nature discourages experimentation and new ideas in a way that the ever-evolving Modern era doesn't. He was mostly just playing the hits, sticking the currently permitted Classic era characters next to each other in straightforward one-off adventures and letting the art team do their thing. We were getting the Ian who was happy to simply be able to take these toys out of the toy box. Again, these comics have been fine, and the art's always a treat, but the novelty of simply seeing a comic with the old character designs was wearing off for me when the stories didn't have as much meat as Ian's (or Evan's) excellent Modern era work.

And then along comes this Knuckles 30th Anniversary special, which is by far my favorite Classic Sonic comic Ian's written for IDW.

...I can't really talk about why it's so good without getting into spoilers, though. The short version is that it's a really nice little story about Knuckles and another character from the games, who's used as a great foil for him... except the solicit didn't even say which character it is, so I'm hesitant to say here. But if you're a fan of Knuckles, you should definitely just go read this. It's great. This one's mandatory reading to me.

And with that out of the way, let's dig deeper and get into the spoilers.

The spoiler zone

After an opening that very blatantly homages Tyson Hesse's old Knuckles comic (yes, the very same one that helped inspire the name of this blog), Knuckles realizes that Angel Island has drifted near the Northstar Islands from Sonic Superstars, and decides that the Master Emerald must be giving him a mission to train the archipelago's own resident guardian.

Yes, this isn't just a Knuckles comic. It's a Knuckles and Trip comic!

I was really delighted by this. I like Trip a lot, and it's nice to get this chance to expand upon her as a character. I think this is her first speaking role, even? I'm glad to see her stick around, and I'm glad to see her appear in the comics so soon, especially since we're still waiting for the mainline comics to incorporate Sage. She's still clumsy and fairly timid, like in the game, but without the looming thread of Eggman she gets to let loose a little. She's very exuberant and expressive and playful, especially thanks to Aaron Hammerstrom's fantastic art throughout the issue (complemented with inks by Rik Mack and colors by Valentina Pinto). It makes sense why she gets along so well with Amy. I hope we get to see those two interact more in the future!

Anyway, so Knuckles shows up on the Northstar Islands after contemplating his lot in life, and realizes that he and Trip have a lot in common. She's not as strong or confident as him, but they're both the last of their kind, these lone guardians of these ancient magical gemstones. He's showing up under the pretense of training her, but you can tell it's nice for him to have a kindred spirit, someone who might be able to really get him.

And then Trip's like... wait, you think I'm the last of my kind?

Yes, the Northstar Islands have actually been inhabited by a whole civilization of sungazers like Trip the whole time! We just didn't see them in the game because, y'know. Eggman was attacking. So Trip told everyone to find shelter and hide from the Badniks. (This actually makes a lot of sense, since you pass by this very village in Speed Jungle Zone. Somebody's gotta maintain those straw roofs and light those torches, and I can't imagine Trip managing all that upkeep herself.)

This also includes a grandfather for Trip, who's been training her as the archipelago's new guardian. Naturally, this has led to some speculation from fans about the old "mandates." In the wake of the Penders lawsuits and Archie's reboot, Sega declared that the comics could no longer create comic-original relatives for the game characters. Has that changed now?

Well, I'm hesitant to read too much into this. For one, as Ian has tried to drill into peoples' heads for years now, the so-called "mandates" aren't a set of concrete commandments from Sega, they just have some general guidelines for the brand, some of which have more wiggle room than others and some of which have changed over time. There's also the simple fact that Sega is working way more closely with the team at IDW, and that people like Ian and Evan are literally on the official Sonic lore team now. Ian can presumably work with the lore team and Sega to figure out Trip's family, and then go and work what they've decided on into a comic, so it's entirely possible Trip's grandpa isn't considered a comic-original character so much as he's a character conceptualized at Sega who just happens to have appeared in an IDW comic before anything else. The lines are a lot blurrier now with all this cross-pollination, compared to the Archie days when it was a separate creative team and a separate canon.

But, again, I don't want to speculate too heavily about what goes on behind the scenes. Regardless, Ian was able to use this comic to expand upon the world of the games and the characters that inhabit it, and I love it for that. It's the first of these Classic comics that feels like truly mandatory reading for the way it builds upon the games. These days we so rarely get to see communities like this in the Sonic world with their own cultures. It's not like we know anything about "hedgehog culture" or whatever. So this is a nice change of pace. The Northstar Islands feel totally different now that I know they've actually been inhabited the whole time, and knowing that Trip is part of an active community with their own history and customs puts a whole new spin on her as a character.

It also makes her a great foil for Knuckles here. He showed up on the island thinking he'd have a lot to teach Trip as someone who's got more life experience as a lone guardian, only to realize his assumptions about her life were completely wrong. Trip brags to her grandpa that Knuckles is gonna train her, but he quickly realizes he doesn't have much to teach her. She may be kind of cowardly, but she knows her way around the island, she can think on her feet, and she can handle herself well enough in a fight, in her own slapstick way.

He doesn't say as much, but you can tell Knuckles is embarrassed about all this. This clumsy kid is showing him up, even though she won't even really listen to his advice! He's also, perhaps, a bit jealous. It's not like he had a grandfather to train him in the ways of being a guardian. (Not in this continuity, anyway.) He doesn't get a whole village of echidnas to teach him about his heritage. He doesn't get fancy ceremonial armor. It's just him, a big green rock, and his two fists. He thought he had this whole guardian thing figured out, and he'd be able to give a kindred spirit like Trip some advice, but it turns out she's lived a whole different life, making him question if he even knows what he's doing. He quickly gets fed up with both Trip and himself, blowing up at her a little.

After reflecting a bit, Knuckles goes back to Trip and comes clean. He doesn't really know how to train her, because no one ever trained him. He figured things out on his own. If he had anyone there to raise him, they've been gone since he was too young to remember. He just knows he has to protect the Master Emerald. That's it. It's a pretty vulnerable moment for Knuckles, one where his dissatisfaction with his life comes to the surface.

Still, Trip sees things differently. He may be used to the fact that he lives on a giant floating island powered by a giant magic emerald, but she thinks that's, like, the coolest thing in the world. HER islands don't fly! And while Knuckles might wish he had someone to train him, Trip thinks that Knuckles becoming such a fearsome fighter all on his own, without even armor to protect him, makes him super awesome and admirable. With both of them feeling better, Trip takes Knuckles to Golden Capital to talk about her heritage as a guardian of the Northstar Islands a bit more, and Knuckles tells her that he thinks she'll be a great guardian before he heads home, once again feeling pretty good about himself.

While this is a pretty straightforward little story about how the grass is always greener on the other side, it's a very effective and sweet one that I enjoyed reading a ton. Aside from the fun of learning more about Trip and the Northstar Islands, it's just a great showcase for Knuckles. (It's definitely a way better showcase for him than his Paramount+ show, as much as I took sick pleasure in that show's baffling creative decisions.) There are also some fun details about his life in here, such as the fact that Sonic, Tails, and Amy have taken camping trips to hang out with him on Angel Island, and the fact that he trained Amy in using her hammer better.

It's just real good, and it feels like the most meaningful addition to The Canon out of any of these Classic era comics Ian's written. We're still gonna be getting more in the future, so hopefully this is a sign that Ian and the lore team have found that happy middle ground where they can keep the Classic comics familiar and nostalgic while also being able to branch out and expand upon things.

Speaking of future comics!

Coming attractions

The end of this issue confirms some things that are in the works for IDW Sonic. For one, we're getting a Chaotix 30th Anniversary special next year. Neat! They also mention some kind of Shadow one-shot dropping following the movie, however fans seem split on whether this is referring to a new story or just the "Best of Shadow" compilation one-shot that's coming out next month. So don't get your hopes up about that in case it's the latter, I guess.

And while we're still waiting for issue #75 of the main series, the IDW team is already thinking all the way ahead to #100, which should drop sometime during the 35th anniversary of the franchise in 2026. Clearly the team's still confident about the longevity of IDW Sonic and excited for the future. And I am, too! Bring on #75!

[cherie-doll]

𓆩♡𓆪 Headcanon: Convincing Them To Get A Pet

⊱⊰ Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Roach, Alejandro, Phillip Graves, Keegan, Hesh Walker, Logan Walker, König, Horangi, Nikto

Price

You kept bringing stray cats home

Every time you walk through the door, hands buried in the pockets of your tightly wrapped coat, John turns his head and asks "What've you got in there?"

"I don't know what you're talking about" and a meow can be heard coming from inside your coat

He makes you take it off to find a cat and her kittens snug and warm in the inner pockets

"They were cold..." you say sheepishly when he sighs

Ghost

He has to take care of you and now you want a pet??

Says he has enough on his plate with just you

You’re blowing up his phone sending him videos of animals or shoving the phone in his face

“Simon, Simon! Look at this! We should totally get one.”

“…That’s a spider. Why would you want that?”

Soap

He had also been wanting a pet for some time now, he had an exotic animal in mind until you got chickens

"...Are we going to eat it?"

"Johnny, no."

Now he has to wake up early and feed them every day when the sun rises to when the sun goes down

The chickens have grown on him and he's even named them, gets upset when you or someone jokes about eating them

Gaz

Is totally fine with any pet as long as it’s nothing too out of the ordinary, so you got bunnies

You'll let them roam around the house sometimes and Kyle hates when you do that because they tend to chew things and it's somehow always his things

Imagine Kyle falling asleep in your bed with the pink comforters and the adorable fluffy baby bunnies (yes i'm making a reference to that one tiktok)

Roach

Unfortunately for both of you, you are weak when it comes to animals

You’re both fawning over the cats and dogs in the animal shelter, cuddling with the baby goats at the local farm even if they’re chewing your clothes and head butting you

Together you’ve owned your weird assortment of pets; ducks, goats, spiders, snakes etc.

I headcanon Gary is a nerd when it comes to snakes and bugs

Alejandro

In the moment, you manage to convince him pretty easily, until you actually bring home the dog you wanted

Pretends he doesn’t like petting it or getting near it

Even curses when he has to get up at night to let it out for it to use the bathroom

But ofc within a month he’s totally smitten over your pit bull

Spends money on buying it nice collars and food, taking it out for a drive in his truck frequently

When cooking on the grill he always buys extra meat just for your dog

Phillip Graves

I like to think he has a soft spot for animals and agreed to going along with you when deciding what animal to adopt

What he didn't expect was to be pulling into a ranch and looking at horses

He expected to be looking at dogs or cats or a fish even

Now he's helping you muck out the stall for the beautiful pinto you bought

Helps brush her down and keep its mane and tail smooth to enter it in shows and competitions

Keegan

He knew you'd been wanting a pet for a while now because every time you visited someone who owned a pet you'd asked if you could play or pet them

You probably spent longer bonding with animals than with humans

Decided to surprise you with a talking parrot

Every now and then he'll teach it cute phrases like "I love you", the parrot will sometimes pick up some colorful language from Keegan

Hesh Walker

He caved in and originally thought of gifting you a pretty Siamese cat before thinking he'd like to play a little prank on you

As a joke, he gave you two rats, each with a pink bow on them

David would've started laughing if it weren't for you growing attached to them, eventually he did tell you he intended to buy you a cat

The rats were quite intelligent and learned tricks fast and frequently played games so both you and David decided to keep them and forget about the original plan of getting a cat

Logan Walker

He could never say no to you

However, you had owned a dog before, Logan wasn't fond of cats and you didn't want something like a lizard or a fish that would stay inside a tank all the time

The perfect opportunity came up when you had the chance to adopt a baby cow, a calf who had lost its mother

You both agreed, there was extra unused backyard space

The calf was named "Moonpie"

König

You really wanted a pet, but König couldn't understand why

"We already have a pet"

It was an iguana, which König already owned when you moved in with him

You weren't very fond of it because of an anecdote that occurred the first time you were over at König's place; you had seen a long tail in between the couch cushions and thinking it was a stuffed animal or a toy you pull at it only to see the iguana moving

It still freaks you out to this day when you remember how flaky and weird the scales felt

Horangi

He agreed and suggested he be the one to go pick out a pet from the shelter

You stood at the door when you heard his car ready to meet your new pet only to be met with a plastic container

Upon opening the box you're shocked to see he brought home a snake, he just snickers as he picks it up, holding it as the boa wraps around his arm biceps

"You wanted a pet, didn't you?"

Nikto

You had spent months trying to convince him to get a pet, to which he kept saying no to

"Come on Andre, a dog wouldn't be as bad as a kid"

He had no reaction other than just a grunt, but next time he came home from deployment he set a portable crate down

You rushed excitedly when you heard squeals thinking it was a puppy, after three weeks you notice the brownish fur begin to lighten and spots appearing

"Where did you say you got the dog from?''

"Did I ever say it was a dog?"

Post inspired by this cutie:

Everyone say "Thank you Corazòn"

[eymie]

YES PT 2 PLSSSS

ofccc i’ve been literally thinking about this TOO much. i need to write it, even tho i have like 10 drafts half written (oops😋)

part one

REAL LOVE BABY !

warnings: fluff, smut, kissing, oral (f. receiving), fingering, handjob, riding (barely), missionary, loss of virginity, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), body worship, praise, dirty talk

Billy did ride down to your family’s farm not too long after that. A few days after he hadn’t seen you in town. He knew he was in the right place when he saw Aspen in the pasture.

You were just up the dusty road, brushing one of your ponies. She was a light beige with a braided white mane. But here he was looking at you, your clothes were a bit dusty and more leisurely than how he saw you in town. Trousers without a skirt on top, different than how you’d go out in public.

His horse trotted up the road to your barn. You turned to see Billy, startling you a bit.

“Billy, you startled me.” You said with a laugh, holding your chest. He laughed a bit back, dismounting his horse. “I was gonna come to town.”

“The old butcher kind of hinted me this way.” He admitted, rubbing the side of his horse. You dropped your brush into a bucket, opening a gate to let your pony into the pasture. “Hope I’m not intruding.”

“Not at all.” You walk over to Billy, running your hand along his horse, admiring its spotted pattern. “A pinto?”

Billy nodded, patting his horse. He was proud of her, she’d been good to him for the past while.

“She a beauty.” You admitted, pulling one of your sugar cubes out of your pocket. “Can I?”

“Of course, she don’t get much of those.” You then grab a second one as a treat, putting your hand out to his horse. “I think she likes you.”

“What about you?” You pet his horse as she ate the sugar cubes from your hand, rubbing behind her ear.

“Well, are you gonna let me get to know you?” He asked, a sincere look in his eyes. He tilted his head waiting for your answer.

“I’m not telling you to leave, am I?” You step a bit closer to Billy, a little bit of tension in the air. He smiled down at you, prettiest smile you’ve ever seen. His gun still holstered to his pants.

“Reckon I’ll stay then.”

Billy came by a lot more after that. He’d stop you when you were in town, almost making you forget what you needed in the first place. Coming to your egg and milk stand even if he didn’t need any because you gave him plenty free of charge. He helped you with the horses, taught you how to handle a gun. You really did like him.

He hadn’t come seen you in a while and by now you knew he was an outlaw with a bounty to his head. You assumed he was dead or ran from town.

He didn’t tell you what he’d done to get this bounty to his name, the only way you knew was from the posters in town.

You were grabbing hay from the loft when you heard a creek behind you, you turn around stumbling to the ground. Looking up to see a familiar face.

“Hey, didn’t mean to scare you there.” You took a breath of relief as you saw Billy come up the stairs. Your heart rate slowed back down as he pulled you back to your feel. “Thought you saw a ghost or something?”

“Pretty much.” You wrapped your arms around him, confusing him. He slowly wraps his arms around your lower waist embracing you. “Thought you were dead, Billy”

“I’m right here, aren’t I?” He laughs letting go of you. You lean up catching off guard, pressing your lips to him. His hands grab your hips, stumbling backwards a bit.

You pulled back, looking him in the eyes embarrassed but he looked back down at yours laced with passion.

“I’m sorry, jus’ missed you.” His hand traces your jaw, caressing your cheek. Leaning back down to kiss you, a little more gentle this time. Your hands pressed against his firm chest, standing on your tippy toes to reach him.

He pulled away, his lips still brushing yours as you leant against him. “Missed you too.”

“Don’t go leaving me again.” Your fingers still curled in the fabric of his shirt. He looked down at you, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear.

“M’sorry, didn’t mean to.” His voice was soft, soothing your surge of emotions. You stepped back from him, giving him a few inches of space. “Don’t go running from me now?”

“Billy, you’re all I think about.” You admitted to him, his blue eyes filling with want. His hand found yours, pulling it to his chest. “You don’t get it.”

“No, no I get it.” He rambles, pulling you back closer to him. His nose brushing against yours. You feel his heart pounding against where he holds your hand. “You think I didn’t want to be here every dying second, I couldn’t stand not seeing you for a few weeks.”

“What happened Billy?” You pleaded, begging for a reason. You watch as his he swallows harshly. He shakes his head, looking away from your pleading eyes.

“Doesn’t matter, I’m here now.” He didn’t like being dishonest with you or keeping secrets, but he didn’t want his innocent girl knowing about his crimes. Tainting your kind view of the word and who he was.

“Did you miss me? Or am I reading us wrong?” You ask, fingers entwining with his as he presses his forehead against yours.

“Reading us wrong? Baby, I’m in love.” He pressed his lips back to yours, kissing you with all he had in him. His passion and hunger. His tongue sliding past yours lips, pressing and sliding against yours. Your breaths were heavy when he pulled away, kissing the corner of your morn and then cheek. “Every part of you.”

“Billy,” You whisper his name like an oath, threading your hands in his brown locks. “Every night, day, morning, you’re all that’s on mind. The second I wake up, it’s just you.”

“Good,” He mumbles against your lips, unable to pull away from your touch. He looks at you, wishing he could see all of you. “What about me do you think about?”

“Your face, how pretty you are.” You whisper embarrassed, pulling away from his slightly. His lips part leaning in for another kiss but you pull back. “Your voice, your eyes, your touch, how I want to feel all of you against me. The way you make me feel hot when I feel your skin against mine. When you look at me and I feel all funny.”

He pressed kisses to your neck, making you feel hot between your legs. He noticed when your thighs clench together, nipping at the skin of your neck. His hands pulled your body flush against yours.

“Me too, baby.” He mumbles into your skin, pulling away to see your flushed face. Your eyes begging for him to touch you. You look down as his thumb sinks past the waist band of your trousers. “Do you want me like I want you?”

You nodded, allowing his fingers to unbutton your trousers. Your hands pulled his suspenders off his shoulders. Then travelling to unbutton his shirt one by one.

“Billy, do you want this?” Your eyes pleading with approval, he was quick to nod.

“Yes, so bad. All I’ve ever wanted since I saw you.” Your heartbeat quickens at his confession. You pull his shirt off his torso, kissing his bare chest. Kissing and sucking his pale skin, leaving a small trail of bruises. “H-have you done this?”

You shook your head as you let him pull down your trousers, kicking them off to the ground beside you. His hands kneading the fat of your hips.

“Does that matter to you?” He reassuringly caresses your cheek, brushing your hair away from your face again.

“Jus’ don’t wanna hurt you.” He softly kisses your bottom lip, mumbling incoherent against it. “Don’t wanna break something so perfect, so delicate.”

“You won’t, not made of glass.” He laughs against your lips, fingers sliding down to unbutton your blouse. You help pull the rest of it off, leaving you in your undergarments. The air suddenly felt cold as his breath caught. “What is it?”

“Prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.” He tilts your head up to look him in the eyes. He slowly pushing you against a wooden beam in the hayloft. “Bet you taste so sweet.”

“Billy what’re you doin’?” You watch as he falls to his knees, hands caressing your thighs, pulling down your undergarments. “I thoug—“

“Shhh, let me taste you.” You lift your legs to help him take off the last of your clothing. You close your eyes as he places hot kisses up your thigh, his hand pulled your leg over his shoulder.

You opened your eyes, looking down at him between your legs, his blue eyes piercing yours. He presses his hot tongue to your wet folds, your jaw dropping to let out a breathless gasp. Your fingers entwining into his hair, nails digging into his scalp emitting a groan from him. His lips wrapping around your clit making you lean your head back against the post.

“F-fuck, Billy.” You whined, looking down at his hungry eyes. His large hand kneading your skin as you licked at your folds. His tongue pushing past your entrance, thrusting in and out. “Oh my god.”

Your hands tugged at his messy hair causing him to groan into your pussy. His muffled noises vibrating into you. His thumb presses circles to your clit, whimpers emitting from your lips.

Your nails scratch into his scalp as he presses two fingers past your entrance, slowly stretching out your untouched pussy. The burn of the stretch causing to cry out his name.

“Shh, you’re doing so good.” He praised, mumbling words into your thigh. His fingers curled, reaching a spot inside you that made your back arch off the beam. “Yeah, just like that baby.”

“Billy, feels weird.” You whine, hips jerking against his hand. Your stomach felt tight like a wire about to snap. He made sure to grind his palm into your swollen clit while his fingers curled inside you. Your pussy squelched every time he thrusted his fingers back inside, your wetness coating his thick fingers.

“Come for me, be a good girl and come for me.” He pleaded, staring at you as the pitch of your moans picked up. You squeezed your eyes shut, hips bucking against his hand as the wire inside you snapped. “That’s it, feels good?”

You gasp as you recover from your orgasm, Billy pulling his fingers from you, placing them in his mouth. You watch Billy suck your juices off his finger on his knees under you. He lifts your leg off his shoulder, standing up to tower back over you.

“You taste so good, wanna try?” You didn’t get to answer before his mouth was on you. Your taste on his tongue invading your wanting mouth. You wished you could taste him too.

“Billy,” You push him back towards a stack of hay, pushing him to sit down. You straddle his lap, pulling off the garment covering your breasts. His tongue immediately circling your hard nipples, his hands fondling where his tongue wasn’t exploring. Your wet pussy pressed against the rough fabric of his pants. His painful erection pressing into your clit. “I wanna feel you.”

“Feel me then,” He responded into your chest. Pulling your hips onto him. Your shaking hands go to unbutton his pants, slowing pulling down the zipper. He lifts his hips for you pull down his pants and zipper. You nearly whined when you saw his length.

“Billy— How’s it going to…” His hands rub soothing circles on your back. His lips still kissing along your chest.

“Gotta be slow, it’ll fit just fine.” You nodded, wrapping your fingers around his cock. He was long, really long. You didn’t really know how big they were supposed to be but Billy’s was pretty. The way it slightly curved up, precum dribbling from his pink tip. You ran your thumb along the vein protruding from the side. “Oh— god.”

You looked down at his reaction, slowly stroking him up and down. He groaned into your breasts, teeth grazing your nipple.

“You like that Billy?” He nodded, mumbling ‘yes’ into you. You quickened your action, stroking him a bit fast. You ran your thumb across the tip smearing his precum around his tip. “Tell me.”

“God— if you keep that up I won’t last long.” He groaned leaning his head back, his breathing picking up. “I thought this was your first time.”

“It is,” You experimentally twist your wrist, a cracked moan escaping his swollen lips. Bucking his hips into your hand. “Billy, do it for me.”

“No, wanna be inside you.” He grabs your wrist pulling your hand from his cock. You whine, frustrated and wanting to see him fall apart. “Easy girl.”

Billy was kind of controlling the way he took your hips in his hands, guiding you onto his cock. He guided it to your entrance for you, slowly pulling you down on his cock. You jaw went slack at the stretch, your nails digging into his biceps.

“You wanna stop, just tell me.” He holds your hips letting you adjust to him. You leaned over to hide your face in his neck while your cunt adjusted to his girth.

“No, keep going, I can take it.” Was all you mumbled into his neck that was coherent. His hands pulled your hips down until there wasn’t a slither of space between you two.

His hands grabbed at the flesh of your ass, pulling you a few inches before pulling you back down. You were tight and so fucking warm. The way you wrapped around him made his brain go fuzzy. You allowed him to control your movements until you got acquainted to the feel, it wasn’t much different than cantering.

“Fuck—just like that.” You placed your hands on his shoulders, bouncing your hips up and down. The noises leaving his lips were like honey. He kissed along your jaw trying to distract himself from how you felt so good, better than anyone before. “So tight.”

“Billy,” You moan his name, grind your hips down on his cock. His thumb rolled lazy circles around your clit making your legs shake. Your legs got sore fast and it didn’t go unnoticed by Billy.

He pushed you over onto your back, pushing his cock back into your gushing cunt. You begged him over and over, ‘faster’. “Taking me so well, sweet girl.”

Your back arched off the hay that dug into your skin. His thumb rubbed faster against your clit, leggings shaking as they wrapped around his torso.

“You’re close, almost there.” His lips trailed her neck, free hand pressing against her breasts as they bounced with each of his thrusts. He mumbled praises into her skin. “So beautiful.”

“Billy, so big.” You mewl, his tip brushing your cervix with each thrust. Your hips bucking against him as you took each of his harsh thrusts. “M’gonna—“

“That’s it, come on my cock.” He kept his pacing, sucking dark bruises into your neck. Claiming you as his girl. “You gonna come for me?”

You nodded as you felt your body go hot, your cum coating his cock as he fucked you through your orgasm. Your nails left deep red scratches down his back.

“That’s it, there’s my girl.” He pulled out, stroking his cock until his cum spilled onto the hay and your thighs.

You laid breathless letting the hay scratch at your skin. Billy panted against your neck, hands caressing your sides.

“Not leaving again anytime soon.”

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[rosie-love98]

How About These Ronald McDonald Headcanons?:

Date Of Birth: April 15th, 1945.

Parents: Ronald McDonald I (the 1950's-60's Ronald) and, either Petronelle Folie (The Coca Cola Pierrette)...

Or Pretty Peggy Pepper (Still can't decide which...):

Cousins are Wendy Treacher (The Wendy's Girl) and Felix Griffin Bing (The Marvelous Magical Burger King). All while Bozo The World's Most Famous Clown is their uncle. Another uncle they have is an evil magical clown called, "Bathos".

Together, Wendy, Felix and Ronald are the great-grandchildren of Zombor's Dark Wizard, Savonin:

Savonin had a daughter with a Green Fairy named "Hildagaurd". Hildagaurd would run away to join the circus to meet and marry a clown, Pinto McDonald, and the rest is history.

Is younger than Felix but older than Wendy.

When Ronald was a little clown, he got his dog, Sundae, as a birthday present.

Ronald has known Mickey Mouse, Bugs Bunny, Barbie, Felix The Cat and Betty Boop ever since he was an infant. They had even babysat him! Yes, even Barbie (remind her of her age and she'll kill you...Bugs MAY HAVE learned that lesson the hard way...).

Ronald is also friends with The Muppets, Mario, Sonic and even Sportacus.

Married the Starbucks Siren herself, Astraea Kyllini, in 1981. But, after Astraea's mother died, the marriage had to be long-distanced. This was because Astraea, had to perform her duties at Siren's Island.

In 2014, Ronald and Astraea welcomed their first and only child, Cherry.

Biggest Fear: Losing his love ones with nothing he could do.

Favorite songs include but not limited to "Pure Imagination" ("Willy Wonka And The Chocolate Factory"), "Smile, Smile, Smile" ("My Little Pony"), "Your Heart Will Lead You Home" (Kenny Loggins) and "Circo Circo" (Bonnie Bianco).

Ronald is a powerful magician but if his magic should go for whatever reason, it could be life threatening.

Is an ENFP.

Though friendly, generous and upbeat, Ronald can have a bit of a sarcastic side (makes you wonder where Sundae got it from...).

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[hufflepuffwritingstuff2]

Meeting Colt

Colt Masterlist

Y/N stepped out of the boarding house and crossed the street. Having just arrived in town, she didn’t have a home of her own yet. She headed into the bank to deposit some money and hopefully set a foundation for a better future. Someone opened the door for her, and she went inside.

Y/N had only just gotten up to the counter when the shots rang out.

“All right ya varmints, all you gotta do is cooperate and nobody gets hurt, ya hear?”

Y/N froze in place, as did the poor bank teller in front of her. She heard footsteps creak across the bank floorboards. A hand came up to her shoulder and spun her around. She stared up into the robber’s face. A red kerchief obscured the lower half of it, but she could still see brown eyes assessing her and freckles scattered across fair skin. Wild, red hair hung down past his neck, the color of a western sunset.

“You scared?” he asked.

Y/N struggled to get words out for an uncomfortably long time.

“Y-yes.”

“Well don’t be, this won’t take long,” he said.

He moved her aside, keeping a firm grip on her arm. He aimed his blue revolver right at the bank teller.

“Alright, I’ll make it simple for ya. Everything behind that register goes into the bag.”

The robber tossed a bag onto the counter. The bank teller started filling it with cash with shaking hands.

“Thank you kindly,” the robber said, pulling Y/N close.

The cock of a gun made the robber turn. In other circumstances, people might have cheered, but the robber must’ve had some kind of reputation. Nobody moved for a long time.

“Fancy meeting you here Sheriff,” the robber greeted, “you here to take out a loan?”

“Your time’s up, Wilder,” the sheriff replied, his blue eyes burning with anger.

The sheriff held out a revolver of his own, aimed right at the robber’s chest.

“Ohhh I wouldn’t chance it,” he said, cocking his gun right under Y/N’s jaw, “see, I’ve got an itchy trigger finger, I’d hate for anything to happen to the little lady here.”

Y/N had just been about to stomp on his foot, but the cold metal against her chin put that idea out of her mind right away.

“Now hold your horses,” the sheriff said, “let’s not get carried away.”

“Enough yapping, put the gun down,” the robber said, “now if you please.”

The sheriff glared, but slowly crouched down, dropping his gun to the floor with a dull thud. The robber smiled, then escorted Y/N out of the bank, pushing past the sheriff.

“You won’t get away with this,” the sheriff said over his shoulder.

“Now how many times have I heard that before?” the robber mused, “see ya next time!”

He fired another shot, causing everyone in the bank to duck for cover. The robber picked Y/N up, putting her on his horse, then climbed into the saddle behind her.

“Giddap!”

The brown and white pinto took off, hooves thundering and kicking up dust.

“Wait! Put me down!” Y/N shouted.

“Sorry hon, but you’re my ticket outta here,” he replied, “don’t worry, I don’t means to hurt ya. Name’s Red Viper, but since you’re cute, I’ll let you call me Colt.”

Y/N paled, staring straight ahead blankly as they got further and further away from the town. No wonder everyone in the bank was scared witless. The Red Viper was the most feared outlaw on the western frontier. The stories were enough to keep anyone up at night. As his horse put a great distance between them and the town, the big question on Y/N’s mind was… what would happen to her now?

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WIP Wednesday 11/20

They arrived back at the church right at sundown. A thin stream of smoke rose from a chimney at the back of the building, where a small cottage had been carved into a ledge a little ways up the cliff. At the door Mariah dusted herself, removed her hat, and knocked. Father Andrés opened at once. “Welcome!” he said with a wide, wrinkled smile. “Please, come in.” The group obligingly filed into the tiny living room. A dining room took up the space immedietly in front of the door, while a kitchen occupied the other half of the room. Through a doorway off in the corner, Mariah caught a glimpse of a modest bedroom. “I apologize in advance for my cooking,” Father Andrés said as they sat around the table. “It’s hard to get fresh ingredients out here, and I have not often had the pleasure of cooking for company.” “So long as it’s not from a can,” Poppy replied jokingly. In fact, the dinner turned out to be a feast: fresh tortillas, dried shredded beef with chiles, fried pinto beans, and roasted squash, and an entire pitcher of cold water. Mariah filled her plate to the brim, and was about to dig in when decades of habit stopped her. Father Andrés held out his hand expectantly. Once again, she slipped her fingers into his, and he bowed his head. “In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit. We give you thanks, Lord, for this food that we are about to receive. May you continue to nourish our souls, and forgive us for all your sins in your mercy. Amen.” As soon as he finished, Mariah and the others dug hungrily into their dinner. After days of dried rice, dried beans, and dried meat, the steaming hot food on her plate was like ambrosia. The others were similarly invested in their food; Marcus practically inhaled his dinner, and each time he came close to cleaning his plate Father Andrés piled on more. “Tell me,” he said, when Mariah came up for air. “How did a young woman like yourself come to join a Justice’s posse?” “It’s…a long story.” The explanation choked her, and she reached for her glass. “I’m really just trying to make sure Jane sees justice, one way or another.” “And you?” the priest turned to Poppy, who had half a tortilla sticking out of her mouth. “Are you also following the path of justice?” “Mmhmm.” Poppy hurriedly swallowed her mouthful, coughing hard. “I’m all about justice. Yes, sir.” Father Andrés looked down the table at June and Marcus, his bushy grey brows raised inquisitively. Marcus found a sudden interest in the remnants of his plate, but June met his gaze coolly. “Someone’s got to see it done,” she said, flat and quiet. “Ain’t that what your book says? An eye for an eye?” “True."

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[spacefinch]

Octonauts Star Trek AU: Crew Profiles

Captain Barnacles:

Full name: Bernard “Barnacles” Barnes

Species: Human

Home country: Canada (Manitoba)

Rank: Captain of the USS Nautilus

Family: Bianca (sister), Orson (nephew), Ursa (niece)

Favorite instrument: Accordian

Kwazii

Full name: Kwazii Hawkins

Species: Human (partly cybernetic)

Home planet: irrelevant (he was born on a starship)

Rank: Commander (First Officer of the Nautilus)

Family: John “Calico Jack” Hawkins (grandfather)

Favorite instrument: Also irrelevant. He’d rather sing space shanties.

Shellington:

Full name: Dr. Shellington Holmes

Species: Human

Home country: Scotland

Rank: Second Officer (Science Division), Lt. Commander

Family: Pearl (sister), Periwinkle (nephew)

Peso

Full name: Dr. Peso Morales

Species: Human

Home country: Chile

Rank: Chief Medical Officer

Family: Too many to name. His brother Pinto is a Starfleet ensign.

Dashi

Full name: Dashi Omura

Species: Trill (joined, fifth host of her symbiont)

Home planet: Trill

Rank: Lt. Commander (Chief of Operations)

Family: Koshi (sister)

Tweak

Full name: Ida “Tweak” Lagos

Species: Half human (father’s side), half Bajoran (mother’s side)

Home planet: Bajor (raised in Florida, on Earth)

Rank: Lieutenant (Chief Engineer)

Family: Marshall “Marsh” Fen (father)

Professor Inkling

Full name: Unknown

Species: Humanoid (very long lived)

Home planet: Unknown

Rank: Lieutenant

Family: Squirt (nephew)

Tunip

Full name: Tunip Holmes

Species: Unknown (bipedal, piscine)

Home planet: CLASSIFIED

Rank: None

Family: Shellington Holmes (adoptive father), Barrot, Tominnow, Grouber, Codish, Pikato, and Halibeet (siblings)

Notes:

Tweak is properly addressed as “Lieutenant Ida.” (As per Bajoran customs, the surname comes first.)

Inkling is the oldest crew member, Tunip and his siblings are the youngest.

Yes, Shellington chose his name for himself. He is completely cisgender. He just wanted a different name. He would like to know why this is hard to understand.

By contrast, Kwazii is trans and has had the same first name his entire life.

Everyone has autism, anxiety, ADHD, or some combination of the above.

Everyone has also broken the Prime Directive at least once.

You would think that Kwazii would be guilty of breaking the Prime Directive, but it’s actually Peso and Shellington.

Behind the scenes for the names:

Barnacles: Purely going off vibes. “Bernard” seems like a good first name for him, and my idea was that “Barnacles” is a nickname that comes from his surname.

Kwazii: “Hawkins” is after Jim Hawkins from Treasure Island/Treasure Planet. Both stories involve sailing, adventure, and pirates.

Peso: Literally just looked up a bunch of Spanish surnames and decided “Morales” was the best.

Shellington. Looked up several Scottish surnames, and Holmes fit best. Bonus points because in the books, Shellington actually dresses up as Sherlock Holmes.

Dashi: Her last name comes from the Omura’s whale— one of the featured animals in The Octonauts and the Ring of Fire.

Tweak: “Ida” means “work” or “labor” in several languages. “Lagos” is Greek for rabbit or hare.

Inkling: I don’t know. I couldn’t think of a surname for him. He’s like Guianan. No other name. Just Inkling. That’s it.

The Vegimals: Since they are Shellington’s adopted children, they share his last name.

[thezfc]

“Some people already said she was all about attention during her pregnancy when in truth she barely advertised it.”

Err, no?! She did tonnes of extra promo and photoshoots just because of the pregnancy! Yes, she did a few interviews with her MML co-stars, but as for the Vogue/Tatler/Elle and other interviews she did, that was just her flying solo. She wasn’t even the lead actor in MML, she was just a supporting actor! She completely stole the spotlight from Frieda Pinto by using the premiere and press tour as her personal baby reveal. (Which in the end didn’t matter as MML was a total flop.)

The “respect my privacy!”/“read about my pregnancy!” hypocrisy is real. She really put her foot in her mouth with some of the things she said during her Tatler interview that was picked up by the DM. She did not come off well in that interview at all! My guess is that she did the interviews to boost her profile and spin the “pregnant with Tom Hiddleston’s child” rhetoric even further, so people will associate her name with Tom when they split up.

What really surprises me is this: After all those interviews when she was pregnant, why didn’t she do a glossy photoshoot with the baby when it was born? Or staged a very deliberate pap walk holding the baby? Why did she disappear for the best part of 5 months?! That doesn’t sit right with me, and I agree with the other anons that there’s “trouble in paradise” with those two.

Let’s move on, shall we.

[beyondglass]

Pinto

“It’s not your fault, Pinto.”

Huh?

Where am I?

“It’s not your fault” she repeats, clicking her pen.

The room is white, or maybe it’s bright? I can’t tell.

She is sitting in a cushy chair and is looking at me through glasses. She looks middle aged, forty maybe? She has kind eyes and that makes me feel a bit more relaxed.

“I’m sorry, what’s not my fault?”

Her kind eyes look sad.

“It’s normal to have a sort of amnesia after these sorts of things happen” she explains.

What sort of things? I wonder.

“Okay, let’s start at the beginning. What are you?”

I look down.

“I’m a stuffed animal, obviously.” I don’t mean it to come out sharp but it just does.

“Yes, you are. But what kind of stuffed animal?”

“I think I was supposed to be a cat? Or maybe a cute demon of some kind? I honestly could never tell if these points on my head are supposed to be ears or horns. I was made as a gift by her grandma but, let’s face it, Nonna didn’t know how to sew.”

She chuckles and it isn’t a mean laugh about my messed up stitches or the stuffing that’s poking out of me. It’s a nice laugh.

“Do you remember why Nonna made you?”

“Yeah, as a gift. I just said that.”

“But a gift for what?”

“When she was born, her Nonna wanted to create something to protect her only granddaughter. I was given to her in the hospital.”

“Protect her?”

“From monsters. She didn’t specify what kind. Just after she was done with my last stitch, she whispered ‘protect my baby’ and that was that. That was my job.”

She purses her lips. I don’t even know why I’m telling her all of this, I don’t even know who she is. Is this therapy? Stuffed animal psychiatrist? Where I came from humans didn’t even understand toys like me, let alone have full conversations.

“Can you tell me who she is? Can you tell me her name and what you remember about her?”

“Ruthie. Her name was Ruthie.”

“Ruth?”

“Ruthie.” I correct her.

“Ruthie.”

One beat.

Two beats.

“So what do you remember about her?”

What do I remember?

“She was pretty, like in a genuine way. And her hair was curly and it would frizz if she brushed it. And she had a wonderful smile that made you think it was all going to be okay and-“

“How old was she?”

“What?”

“When you last saw her, how old was she?”

“Ten. She was ten years old.”

“Have you started to remember?”

She’s stopped writing on her clipboard and is watching me intently. What do I need to remember?

She was ten years old.

She was beautiful.

I was supposed to protect her.

She was bad at singing but loved to do it anyway.

It was my job to protect her.

I look down. When did I get so dirty?

She had always kept me so clean but now it looked like I had rolled in dirt.

I wondered if she would be mad that I had gotten so dirty.

“Pinto, its okay if you don’t remember. Don’t force it.”

“What do I need to remember?”

She looks back at her notes.

“What is your last memory of her?”

My last memory of her?

I don’t even remember my last memory of my own life before ending up in this therapists office.

“She was going to school, I guess?”

“You guess?”

Yeah that’s right.

I had thought about playing hide and seek as us toys love to do. The perfect spot from under the bed was calling my name but I had decided not to at the last minute. She was already running late.

Bye Pinto! She had her signature toothy grin and her curls bounced around her head. See you later!

Did I see her later?

I look down. I don’t know where all of this dirt is coming from but its piling on the floor now. I try dusting myself off but it just clings to the fabric that created me.

“What do I need to remember?” I ask again, more firm this time.

She looks down at her lap again.

“There was an incident at her school that day Pinto.”

An incident? No that cant be right.

“A boy had found his father’s gun.”

She looks at me.

No.

“He was showing it off to his friends when-“

She’s lying. I was supposed to protect her.

“Pinto it was an accident.”

She was ten years old, she couldn’t even lift a gun.

I look down. The dirt has reached about half way up my body. It feels like it’s suffocating me.

All of a sudden, the room is too bright, my stuffing is too thick.

I was supposed to protect her. That was my one job.

“If I had played hide and seek with her she would have missed her bus. She wouldn’t have even been at school, right?”

“Pinto it’s not your fault.”

I remember in the days following, all of us toys wondered where she had gone. All of the others kept asking me even though we all shared the same room.

Sometimes her mom would come in and hold me and we would rock back and forth while she cried. Ruthie had had a calm cry that made me want to comfort her in any way I could. Her mom didn’t cry like that. She had a wailing sob that almost sounded like screaming. Sometimes during those cries, her dad would walk by and I think we were both thinking the same thing during those times; would this woman please shut up?

After the first time the mom cried like that, the other toys started making up rumors about what had happened to Ruthie. She was sold to the circus, she ran away, she got hit by a car. I didn’t believe any of them. I knew I was going to get to see her again.

My suspicions were assumed to be correct when the mom came into the room again, not screaming this time but with tears silently falling down her face. She was dressed all in black which was weird for her; she always claimed to hate the color. She had picked me up and all three of us- the mom, the dad, and me- left the house.

It was an open casket funeral and right when we had walked in, the mom placed me in the coffin next to Ruthie. Her curls looked lovely as ever and it simply seemed like she was sleeping. From my position I didn’t get a good view of the funeral, but I got to hear everyone’s beautiful words. The mom and dad gave a heartfelt speech about their daughter and friends and neighbors talked about how wonderful she was to be around.

After the service, the lid on the coffin was shut and secured with me still inside.

I look back at the therapist.

She’s middle aged but there’s no mistaking the kind eyes.

The toothy grin.

The beautiful curly hair.

This isn’t right, she never got to be this age.

“You’re not real”

She smiles, “I know. But it was important that we went through this.”

I look down again and all at once I am back inside the casket, next to my best friend.

I don’t understand why I was put here, how am I supposed to spend eternity knowing I couldn’t protect her?

Maybe knowing that I had loved someone so fiercely makes eternity worth missing.

[molluskzone]

fursona design from 2024 vs her old designs for funsies

current/2024 (minus her glasses. i always forget them... i think bc i forget i wear glasses irl? theyre always on my face so i dont think about them or see them unless i check a mirror)

2022 (i made her colors optional because i was horrible and making color palettes and wanted people to make them for me LOL. im kind of better now idk not by much though)

2019 (??? not actually sure. i cannot for the life of me find where i originally posted this. EDIT: okay yes it is 2019 i remember because i drew it for artfight that year and i have attacks of this design from then LOL)

not an official ref sheet but this IS the first time i drew her stubby tail . also this was my real life halloween costume in like 2019 LOL

2018 (those paws still look amazing btw. no idea how i did that bc i have not been able to draw paws that cutesy since then... now i just draw them as normal humanlike hands bc its easier to find reference. also this was back when i didnt like drawing boobs on furries lmao)

2017

2017 (but a few months before the previous drawing)

THE ORIGINAL! not sure what year this is from, probably 2017? ive had fursonas before this but this was like. intended to be the Same character. i think this is actually the LAST time i drew my fursona as a horse. had one older fursona, her name was skye and she was a also a horse lemme see if i can find any old art of her

ok i cant find the colored / slightly more recent (relatively) version that i know exists but she was a blue pinto and her mane was short with purple tips LMAO. this specific drawing is from like 2015 i think and im 90% sure it was my first attempt at A Fursona Period

[anothersebastianblog]

Hello. Hi. Long time Chris Pine fan here (who also loves Seb). Now I may not be as active in the Pine Nut fandom as I was years ago. But re: the CP gay chatter, I remember the Pinto tinhatters (yes the Zach/chris ship name is pinto) using the friendship as proof that Chris was gay or at least bisexual. And also a quote from Out magazine in 2013 where he said “I feel like it's always springtime.” When it came to his dating life, they took that quote and RAN with it.

But yea, Annabelle is probably used to the beard accusations from fans that she ignores them and lives her life dating hot men. God, I want that woman’s life… cute dogs and cute men.

Pinto is such a funny name lmao

And yes same

[i-am-the-quintessential-queer]

6, 13, 18 :)

6.) Do you have pets?

I do! I have 2 cats, I have a big fluffy boy named Sebastian (and he just turned 10 😭) and then I have my baby boy Pinto (aka Bean)

13.) Your dream place to visit?

I’d love to visit Japan some day, one of my friends just got back from her trip there and it looks so cool!

18.) Do you like reading? If yes what's your favourite book?

I do! I mainly read manga, and my favorite manga is honestly probably anything out of the Junji Ito collection, his stuff is just so good! Non manga wise I have a book about mushrooms/mycology that’s super cool!

[purpldawne]

DUDE I LOVE ALL YOUR LITTLE GUYS! Do any of them have names/backstories?

YES. ALL OF THEM. except for my ducks, every time i add a new creature to the bestiary i name them on the spot! whenever im unsure of which ones i like most i make the decision based on how easily a name comes to me!!

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as for backstories, i haven't made any for em, but some of em have interesting stories about how i got em! like pengy ( cowboy penguin ) i got with varbo ( aardvark ) and pinto ( peacock ) as well as frumpy ( brown frilled turtle ), bonezo ( dinosaur ) and valendar ii ( one of the small lavender turtles ) out in the keys in 2021 i believe?? they had SO many unique animals that id NEVER seen baubled before and was having the WORST time trying to pick just a few. the shopkeep noticed i had spent like,, 10 whole minutes back there and came over asking if they could help. i told them i collected these guys and they were super nice and gave me a discount for buying so many and they gave me pengy as a freebie and i STILL cry thinking about that they were so sweet :')

°

another good one is how ack ( big red who no bauble ) lost her baubleability. so i was on a cruise ( this was over a decade ago, i wouldn't be caught dead on a boat now ) and it was one of those fancy carnival cruises. we were there because my dance troupe was set to perform a few nights for some reason?? anyways yk those little boxes of cereal they have at hotels and luxury cruises? i thought in my tiny eight year old brain "this would be a perfect home for missy ack!" bc all i was thinking was OH MY GOD IM GOING TO MEXICO ( i am not mexican, but all i knew at that point was that i was some kinda hispanic so i was hyped nonetheless ) and didn't consider that room service would see that empty little box of pops and assume it was trash. we got back just in time to save her from The Can, but the poor cleaner got so scared when poked our heads in they whacked the box when they jumped and her head popped out. sometimes i think some of that was a dream i had making what actually happened more funny and now i don't remember the actual story but my parents have corroborated so i just had an exciting life at some point

[justzawe]

Zawe Ashton on Bringing Her "Quirky" Love Story to Life in "Mr. Malcolm's List"

Zawe Ashton grew up a Jane Austen lover. Her gateway to the world of Regency romance? 1994's "Emma," starring Gwyneth Paltrow as the titular heroine.

"When you've loved a book and you see it being imbued with so much contemporary humor and with one of the biggest movie stars in the world at that time, it feels exciting," the actor tells POPSUGAR. It's appropriate that Austen's prickly Emma was Ashton's favorite, since her scene–stealing character in the Regency romance "Mr. Malcolm's List," Julia Thistlewaite, is, as she puts it, "so Emma-y." Plus, Ashton's middle name is Emma.

Ashton only had 24 hours to decide to sign on to the movie, directed by Emma Holly Jones (another Emma!) and based on the novel by the same name from Suzanne Allain, who also wrote the screenplay. "I read the script. It was the intersection of so many genres that I am passionate about, rom-com and this new wave of Regencycore that we're seeing," Ashton says. She fell in love with her character immediately. Plus, Ashton has a "very clear intentionality" about supporting first-time female and other underrepresented directors. It was easy to say yes.

Ashton explains about the film's premise, "We meet her four seasons into her unsuccessful matching with the husband. Just felt like something was very contemporary about meeting a woman at this point in life where society and her mother and all of this messaging is saying, 'For goodness sake, just make a match already, just marry yourself off.' "

But Julia, for all her wealth and snark, is still intent on marrying for love, a promise she made to her friend Selina (Freida Pinto) when they were young girls at school. "She's a woman who knows her own mind, and society isn't necessarily supporting that," Ashton explains.

Once Ashton arrived on set, she says it was easy to form connections with the rest of the ensemble, who she calls "glorious." There was, of course, the challenge of getting to know people when COVID-19 restrictions demanded they wear masks and shields most of the time. But she says that they quickly realized they had a lot of connections, and with familiarity came "effortless" chemistry. Her favorite scene to film was the big dinner party, for which most of the cast was together. "All of that fizzy energy was just really palpable."

"You're not supposed to say that," Ashton admits. "You're supposed to say, 'I worked very hard to establish the connections. I was working hard to pretend that I liked Oliver Jackson-Cohen.' Actually, we became best friends on day one. And the only challenge that I saw presented to me was how I was going to keep a straight face in doing a film with him."

Jackson-Cohen plays Julia's cousin Lord Cassidy, and the two are a classic, catty pair of friends. "We are very much hoping for a spinoff," she jokes. "So if you could just start that campaign, that would be wonderful."

Ashton's onscreen love interest is Theo James as the dashing and slightly ridiculous Captain Henry Ossory; viewers might not even recognize him with his resplendent mustache. "I'm looking forward to people seeing the blooper reel so they can see just how hard it was to not break character when I was with him," she says. "He's got such a wicked sense of humor."

"Theo's such a brilliant romantic, leading partner as well, because he was kind of the anti-hero," she says. "And it's just so much easier sometimes when you don't have to carry the central love story. You can be much more quirky, maybe a bit more acerbic. And that was just very, very fun to do with him."

The other relationship she loved playing out was that between Julia and Selina. "[It's] that push and pull friendship that has existed from childhood that feels so familiar and safe, that you can sometimes show up as maybe not the best version of yourself, but it will always hold you and sustain you," she says. Ashton explains that she's had similar "very long, fruitful female relationships" in her life.

Ashton hopes she's "quite different" from her character, though she loved diving into Julia's mind. "There's something about the way that she leans into high society," she explains. "Bless her, she's been really conditioned and trained to exist in that echelon of the world. And that was something that I really, really loved embodying and getting under the skin of. Because I personally am not about to go to the opera wearing a huge feather and have that be a status symbol."

Julia, she notes, also "finds it hard to let her guard down." "I don't struggle with that," she explains. "I let people in all the time. I don't have a guard. I need to build a guard. So it was very satisfying to play someone who has that edge to her."

Julia gets her happy ending, and it mirrors some big changes in Ashton's own life. On June 29, Ashton and her fiancé Tom Hiddleston went public with the news that they're expecting their first child. And her career keeps on rolling; in 2023, she'll appear in "The Marvels," the upcoming "Captain Marvel" sequel.

But it's not a happy ending for Ashton; she's just getting started. (x)

[apprenticevida]

Arcana MC: Vida (they/them; for smut purposes, afab)

“A hermetic shopkeep with a weakness for indulgence and a hunger for knowledge.”

Favorite Food: Gallo Pinto with scrambled eggs

Favorite Flower: Red Poppy

Favorite Drink: Vodka

Birthdate: March 5

Favorite Season: Autumn

Favorite Ice Cream: Mint chocolate chip

Favorite Fruit: Strawberries

Languages: Fluent in Galbradine, Vesuvian, Nopali; Conversational in Venterre; Basic understanding of Nevivon, Prakan

Musical Inclinations: They like to sing, and they’re decent at it. Before the canon game they knew how to play the violin and the concertina.

Age: Late 20s-Early 30s. Younger than Muriel, older than Portia.

Can they cook?: Yes, but they would prefer not to. They can bake well, and have simple recipes memorized.

How do they do with spicy food?: LOVE spicy food. It’s kind of a point of pride. Being half-Nopali, it’s almost a requirement.

Do they like alcohol? What kind of drinks do they like?: Yes. The stronger the better, as long as it doesn’t taste smokey. They don’t care for whiskey or scotch, but sweet mixed drinks are some of their favorites.

How well do they hold their drinks?: Given their mild alcohol dependence during the plague, they have a strong tolerance. If they know they’re going to be drinking later, they’ll go without eating beforehand. It’s faster that way and in no way a sign of disordered behavior.

Sweet tooth? Sour Fiend?: Absolute sweet tooth. They love sweet drinks and sweet treats like pastries and desserts.

Can they swim?: Yes, and it’s one of their favorite ways to be active. They don’t get out much though, so they don’t get to swim often.

Can they sail?: Absolutely not. They’re more of a “passenger” than a “capable crew member”

Can they read?: Oh yes, they love to read. (What do they read? Everything.)

How do they feel about science/the scientific method?: To Vida science goes hand in hand with magic. Sometimes magic is easier for them, but if the process is clearly outlined for them, they can understand both topics well enough.

Name meaning, provenance?: Vida means Life in Spanish. I picked the name because they’re resurrected. Dunn means dark or shadow. At first I picked it because their dad’s name means “white” and I thought White Dark was funny. It just also happened to work out that their family name and life are shrouded from them after their resurrection.

What might their Major Arcana be if not the Fool?: The Hermit or The Devil

What Minor Arcana would they choose to represent themselves in a conventional reading (if not the previous)?: Queen of Cups

Nicknames? Are they ok with them?: Lucio calls them “Veedee” and they hate it. Their Tía Duende called them “her tweeting bird” and Gorda when they lived with her. Vida has… slightly more complicated feelings towards Duende’s nicknames.

Height: 5’7”/170cm

How would you describe their build?: You know how some people are “big boned”? Vida is small boned. Despite being half a foot taller than Portia, their hands and feet are the same size. They’re also chubby, with a narrow waist, full hips, and a generous bust. Hourglass/Christina Hendricks body type.

Do they run cold or warm?: Cold hands and feet with a warm core.

Feelings on caffeine/coffee: Wonderful. A luxury and necessity. 100/10

How do they think/learn? Visual? Auditory? Written?: Vida thinks in words and phrases, but they learn by doing. You can show them how to do something, but they do better with guided, hands-on teaching.

Trinkets

An unfinished knitting project - possibly a scarf or blanket, made with soft purple yarn. There are a few dropped stitches. It smells like lavender.

Three scraps of soft red fabric - one is long enough to be great for a makeshift blindfold, one to tie back hair, and one is about a square foot in size.

Red leather journal - partially filled with etchings, potion recipes, spell incantations, and scattered with diary entries. Some pages have been torn out.

A small collection of crystals - primarily used to eliminate the body of Not Enough Shiny Things toxin. (rose quartz, peacock ore, turquoise, and a grass agate worry stone)

Thank you @fullyfunctionalapprentice for the bio template and @jilljoycearts for letting me commission you to draw Vida!