#lucky rabbits

[chrysalis-the-butterfly]

Four Headcanons About Jessica Rabbit

(Original post here.)

Headcanon A: Realistic

Jessica has a certain type of laugh that only Roger can cause. It's loud, it's long, and it sounds a bit like a witch's cackle. It doesn't fit her femme fatale persona at all.

Headcanon B: While It May Not Be Realistic, It Is Hilarious

Jessica has a little sister - sort of. Another animator attempted to copy Jessica's design and create his own version of her, but a mistake on the model sheet meant he ended up with a curvaceous redhead who was only six inches tall, not six feet tall. The animator cast her out, and Jessica took her under her wing.

The six-inch toon now goes by Joellyn Krupnick. She's smart, bookish and slightly shy, and she's determined to help make life better for other "fun-size" toons. She works as an architect and landlady, building and renting out apartments and houses that are suitable for smaller toons. (Two of her tenants went on to become the stars of a cartoon called Chip 'n Dale Rescue Rangers.)

Jessica regards Joellyn as her (very) little sister, and the two women get along well.

Headcanon C: Heart-Crushing and Awful, But Fun to Inflict on Friends

Jessica's maiden name was Jessica Joy. She used to work at the Peacock Palace, a theatre located on the outskirts of Toontown and close to the tunnel to the "real world". She was one of many "Peacock Ladies": humanoid toon women who would put on shows for the (usually male human) audience. They wore revealing costumes in different shades of blue with plenty of peacock feathers.

Jessica's owners were two brothers called Rocco and Dominick DeGreasy. They did not treat their Peacock Ladies very well at all. The Ladies didn't just sing and dance; they had to be open to "private appointments" with customers who had paid extra for the privilege. Anything could happen in these appointments, and it was rarely fun for the Ladies. (In fact, the appointments were where Rocco and Dominick made the most money; the nightly shows were just a respectable face to keep the authorities off their backs.)

Jessica was drawn to be submissive and do whatever the humans told her to do. For a long time, she didn't feel strong enough to try to leave the Peacock Palace, convinced that this was her purpose, her reason for existing, and that she had no choice but to fulfill it.

It wasn't until after Roger burst into her life that Jessica slowly but surely built up the courage to change her situation.

As a side-effect of her bad experiences while wearing those blue costumes, Jessica now hates the colour blue. The only shade of blue she can tolerate is the one in Roger's eyes.

Headcanon D: Unrealistic, But I Will Disregard Canon About It Because I Reject Canon Reality and Substitute My Own

The 1970s were a dark decade for the Rabbits. In 1973, Eddie Valiant passed away. In 1978, Maroon Cartoons went out of business. Roger was deeply shaken by both events. He tried to keep the smile on his face, especially as he looked for work elsewhere, but in private he was much gloomier and less inclined to tell jokes.

Jessica wasn't doing too badly in comparison - she'd released some disco albums that kept her and her husband living comfortably - but she felt powerless to do anything about Roger's depressive state. He'd always been the one cheering her up, not the other way around. She tried to stay strong for his sake, but she couldn't deny that Eddie's death and the collapse of Maroon Cartoons made her feel uneasy too. She needed alone time to process everything - alone time that she wasn't getting while she was caring for Roger.

Then she started having dreams.

In Jessica's dream world, the characters had familiar names, but alien behaviours. Roger had darker fur and an even darker heart. Eddie was alive again, but stripped of his old personality. The DeGreasy brothers were back in the picture. And Jessica herself was just as shallow and cruel as everyone believed she was.

These dreams kept coming, night after night, becoming longer and more detailed each time. Jessica wondered if these dreams contained any clues to help her and Roger get out of their funk.

So she wrote the dreams down.

She wrote and rewrote, refining the scenes as more and more visions came to her. Eventually, her scribbles grew to the length of a novel.

And in 1981, she published that novel.

It was called Who Censored Roger Rabbit? and her pen name was Gary K. Wolf.

Some people at Disney took interest in the novel and wanted to turn it into a film. Jessica was glad to be involved, as it meant she and Roger could get back into acting.

But when Roger came onto the project, he had another idea for the direction the film could take. He remembered Eddie as a hero, and he wanted the whole world to remember him as a hero too. He wanted to tell Eddie's story. Jessica approved of this idea, because Roger's face was lighting up just talking about it.

She'd found it. She'd found the key to his happiness returning. In a roundabout way, yes, but she'd found it.

So the decision was made to create a historical film about how Eddie saved Toontown from being Dipped by Judge Doom. The film was called Who Framed Roger Rabbit, and Roger and Jessica played themselves.

It was a hit at the box office, and it kicked off a revival of interest in the classic cartoons. The 1990s were a golden decade for Roger and Jessica, nothing at all like the dark days of the 1970s.

And it was all thanks to Jessica's deeply weird dreams.

[aparticularbandit]

Matching Marks

Summary: When Jessica decides not to go to a Toon party, Roger comes up with another idea.

Rating: T. Although the fic content itself is definitely G, it refers to stuff in Jessica's past that is definitely M, but it doesn't talk about them explicitly, just references them, so it lands in T range.

AO3

There’s a difference between celebrating a holiday and being forced to celebrate it, between giving presents and joy and being given as a present and joy.  At one point in her life, Jessica Rabbit might have considered herself worthy of celebrating, of giving presents, of joy, but that moment was ripped away from her by copyright owners who had designed her with a darker intent.  Joy is a far scream from happiness, and she’s had so little of the latter that it’s impossible to speak of any experience she’s had with the former – especially any that hasn’t been tainted in one form or another.  If it is hard for her to conceive of future happiness, then how could she possibly think of future joy?

In the past nearly half year, however, Jessica’s world has been upended.  A new copyright owner, Eleanor Weiss, purchased her from the pair who previously owned her, when she’d thought she would literally die before ever being sold.  This, of course, nearly happened, given that her previous owners also would much rather have preferred her dead than sold, as long as they could still gain the money from her sale.  It was only prevented by people who found out, who came to save her, to….

It doesn’t matter.  It doesn’t matter.

After her near death at the hands of her previous owners, and after the resketching, reinking, and repainting needed due to the Dip destruction of parts of her form, Eleanor did something previously unimaginable: she gave Jessica a choice on her next job.  This on top of not forcing her to return to her previous type of jobs, on top of allowing her a normal existence like….

Well, not like any other Toon.  There are still hundreds of Toons just like her doing jobs just like she had been owned by owners just as greedy as her own had been (perhaps not that greedy, given that hers allowed the Dipping of their Toons for others’ enjoyment, which only led to the destruction of their merchandise and a slow, slow bankruptcy as their Toons died).  Perhaps even some of them are allowed to enjoy their job, to enjoy what they were created to do, but given the legal situation surrounding all of that, it is less likely.  As much as they might enjoy it, there will always be trauma associated with it.  That is the law; that is the requirement.

Eleanor, perhaps, would allow Jessica to return to her former manner of life, if that was what Jessica wanted.

(She hadn’t.)

So for the past several months, Jessica has been among other Toons, trying to relearn better habits, to learn new ones to override old ones, trying to fit in when she isn’t terrified of the people around her.  (It is a healthy terror built on a lack of trust.  A very healthy lack of trust given her previous job and everything that has happened to her.)  Sometimes, she does well.  Sometimes, she makes her way back to her new apartment in a slightly better part of town – not ToonTown, not yet, because she is so used to needing to be accessible by humans and because, in all honesty, so much of her life has changed over the past several months that something staying the same is…comforting.

Even if it is a new apartment.

But she is trying.  She is putting in the effort, what little she can.  And sometimes – sometimes – that plays out in her favor.

But not always.

~

“Jessy!  Jessy!” Roger runs up to Jessica with a crinkled up piece of paper in his hands.  The closer he gets, the more obvious it is that the paper is torn.  Dirty.  Nearly destroyed.  His blue denim overalls, already covered in so many patches they might as well be a quilt, contain numerous new holes – mostly small ones, although one has been torn through the patch that covers his knee – and a few singes here and there.  A couple of his whiskers are still smoking.

That should be laughable.  It isn’t as though a Toon can be seriously harmed by fire, not in the same way that they can by Dip, except that they can, except that if the fire gets deep enough under their skin, it can cause serious harm to the living Cel at their heart.  But no one ever thinks about that.  Most humans just consider Toons to be indestructible.  To be fair, so do most Toons.

Roger skids to a halt, arms wheeling in midair, and nearly runs directly into Jessica.  But he careens to a halt just short of her, his head nearly—

It wouldn’t be funny for Roger to run into Jessica.  It would be funny, perhaps, if there were viewers paying attention to everything, but there aren’t, and Jessica doesn’t particularly like being run into.  She likes it even less when it means that his eyes would land directly in her breasts.  Or perhaps he likes it less; Roger is always so careful and conscientious of her potential boundaries, even though Jessica was raised not to have them.

As it is, Roger stops just in time.  He lets out a soft chuckle, rubs his neck with one gloved hand, and looks up with huge blue eyes.  There’s an awkwardness to him.  A vulnerability.

It’s cute.

Jessica’s brows raise.  “Is something wrong?”  She crosses her arms, rubbing her fingers along the scars her previous job left behind.

“No!” Roger responds immediately, and the answer seems to shock him out of whatever he was feeling before.  He grins up at her, one ear hanging lopsidedly to the side.  “Betty’s throwing a party!  See!”  He holds the paper up as high as he can, waving it in front of her face.

Jessica reads a few of the lines here and there as the paper shakes in front of her.  Bits and pieces.  A date.  A time.  Something about gifts.  “I’m not sure Betty would like someone she didn’t give an invitation to—”

“I can bring someone with me!” Roger interrupts.  “And she told me to give you this!”  He offers a look of chagrin, furry white cheeks turning a bright red with embarrassment.  “I ran through some sets.  Wait.”  He whirls around, ears flopping as he does.  “Where’d the ribbon go?”

“Don’t worry about it.”  Jessica kneels down until she’s on eye level with Roger.  “Will you tell her I’m not going?”

Roger’s head whirls back around, and his already wide eyes have grown wider, like plates.  No, exactly like plates; if Jessica pays close enough attention, she can see the intricate white designs in floral along the rims of his irises.  “Not going!” he exclaims.  “Why?”

Jessica runs her tongue along her teeth.  She hesitates before swallowing – takes a bottle of water she keeps on hand for just this reason and takes a swig out of it first, overcoming the bitter of her Dip scars with something calmer, cooler, smoother.  She can’t take a sip every time she needs to swallow, but it helps when the acrid taste feels too overwhelming.  “I’m not much for parties.”

There’s a world of weight in those words, and Roger catches it – some of it, perhaps even all of it, if he lets his mind darken that far.  His ears droop, and his eyes take in the small white scars crisscrossing up Jessica’s arms.  “B-b-but – it’s a Toon party!  No humans!  And I wouldn’t let anything happen to you!”

“No, Roger.”  Jessica hesitates again and chooses not to run a hand along his long ears or ruffle his bright hair.  She doesn’t say more, doesn’t say what she’s thinking – that most Toons don’t make enough money for presents, that she doesn’t have enough experience with Toon materials to know how to craft them herself, to modify them for other Toons’ use.  For all that she might be a Toon, Jessica has primarily lived among humans, spent herself on humans, acted…human.  She doesn’t even know what another Toon would want.  “Have fun without me.”

Roger’s brows furrow.  He wants to argue, that much is clear, but he respects her.  He doesn’t.  Instead, his eyes light up.  Literal Christmas lights, dangling in the back of his pupils, swinging back and forth.

“Do not bring the party to me, Roger.”

The light in Roger’s eyes doesn’t vanish.  “I won’t!”  He grins.  “Gotta go.  Bye!”  He races off, Betty’s invitation flying in the air behind him, fire sprouting from his heels and leaving lines behind him.

Funny.

Jessica stares after him, uncertain and a little bit queasy.  Whatever he’s thinking, she’ll have to be prepared.  For anything.  (Not really anything – Roger wouldn’t hurt her.  Or put her at risk.  But still.  Anything.)

~

Now, Jessica has a bit more money than she’s had in her entire life.  Her previous owners made sure she had a place to stay, but they paid for that themselves, and they allowed her to buy her own clothes, but they gave her pence to do that with.  She very rarely if ever had anything left over to purchase anything, and honestly – if they could have gotten away with it, they wouldn’t have paid her anything at all.  The clothes and apartment were more for customer satisfaction than they were for Jessica herself; they certainly didn’t give her enough for food or water.  Toons don’t need to eat, after all.  Customers who wanted food for their own purposes were required to bring that themselves.  But Eleanor actually pays Jessica as much of a living wage as she can, compensating her the same way that, perhaps, humans might be compensated, which means she has something.

Something.

Now, for the most part, Jessica doesn’t feel comfortable buying Toon products.  She still doesn’t understand the logistics of them – there’s no point in trying to understand the logic of them because most Toons don’t run on logic, which is the main appeal.  (Which is also why she can’t guess at what Roger is doing; she might try to think things through logically, but Roger doesn’t run on that at all.  Whatever she guesses, she’ll be wrong.  Probably.  Probably.  The closest she can think would be something to do with a present – but that’s too straightforward for the Roger she knows.)

But she does understand sewing techniques.  Her previous owners would rather her sew her clothes back together than pay for more when a customer ripped them apart.  Point of fact,

And while she doesn’t quite understand the world that should have been hers, she understands the one she’s been given.

Jessica buys Painted thread and cloth, and she learns as she goes.

~

Painted cloth does not lay straight.  Or flat.  Or well.

It is nothing like normal cloth.

But it reacts like normal cloth with Painted thread.

This makes no sense.

But it does what Jessica needs, so the sense – or lack thereof – doesn’t matter.

~

Roger shows up at Jessica’s apartment, unprompted, roughly a week later, shortly before Betty’s party is meant to start.  For all that Jessica never planned on going and still does not want to go, she kept track of the date and time, just in case Roger decided to try something then.  Which, of course, he seems to have done.

Maybe Jessica is getting a handle on Toon logic.  Or maybe, by spending time with her, Roger is starting to think like her, too.

Hm.

“I-I-I don’t mean to b-b-bother you,” Roger says as soon as she opens the door, “b-b-but I thought.”  He drops off all at once, not a trailing anything, not a cut off, just a stopped sentence as though that is all the sentence is supposed to be, and maybe it is.  His human denim overalls barely have any denim remaining in them, but he’s found a way to accent that with a denim blue bowtie dangling loose about his neck, less like a tie and more like a necklace with a large bow stuck in the center of it.  He blushes a bright red that curls through his ears, and then he holds out a package.  “For you.”

The package itself is beat up and torn in a couple of places, but a bright red ribbon, unharmed by anything at all and not even smoldering on the edges, ties the whole thing together.  Weirder still, the ribbon and the cardboard package are both of human make, not anything Toon-related in the slightest.  Jessica takes it in one hand – it isn’t heavy; in fact, it’s lighter than paper, which is lighter than cardboard to begin with, so maybe there is something Toon-based within.

“Oh!” Jessica exclaims, handing the package back.

“You don’t like it?”  Roger’s ears droop again, and he pulls on one of them with his free hand.

“I have something for you, too!”

“Oh!”

“Just one moment.”

It isn’t until Jessica returns with her own carefully wrapped present that she realizes she’d slammed the door in Roger’s face.  Her cheeks warm with embarrassment when she opens the door and finds him still standing there, shifting back and forth from one foot to the other.  She holds him his present out without looking at it.  “Here.  For you.”

Then, when Roger trades his package for hers, Jessica steps back inside.  “Um.  Thank you.”  She shuts the door again just as Roger is trying to say something, but she leaves it shut anyway.  It isn’t as though she’s never gotten a present before – or something that’s meant to look like a present but isn’t – but she doesn’t feel comfortable opening it in front of anyone.

In front of him.

Even more, Jessica doesn’t want to see Roger open her present to him, doesn’t want to see the possible confusion or disappointment in his face if he doesn’t like what she made – and she’s pretty sure what she’s made for him is…not great, even on the scale of not great things.  It’s amateurish and ugly and—

There comes a rapid knocking on her door, a sort of rhythm and beat, and without a second thought, Jessica completes the pattern before opening the door again.

“Can I use your bathroom?”

Roger holds his present tight against his chest.  His gaze sweeps across the still unopened package in Jessica’s hands, but he doesn’t say anything about it at all.  Then his eyes return to hers, and a bright grin lights up his face.

Jessica opens the door wide and gestures with one hand.  “Sure.”

It’s while he’s gone that she finally opens her own package, finding sparkling lavender gloves within.  Tooncraft, something far better than anything she could conjure up.  She puts one of them on and finds that when she pulls on the edge, the glove lengthens and stays wheresoever she leaves it.  So she pulls it up nearly as high as she can, covering every scar the Dip left behind.  When she hears the toilet flush and the door open, she turns with a warm, “Thank you,” only to stop halfway through.  Her lips press together.  “I…I  hadn’t expected them to actually fit,” she whispers.

She also hadn’t expected them to look good.

Roger’s exchanged his patchwork human denim overalls for the bright red Toon overalls Jessica has made for him.  He grins awkwardly and then runs to her.  “You put on the gloves!”

“One of them,” Jessica says, averting her gaze.  She holds up her other, bare hand, which holds prick marks from all the trouble she’d gotten from the overalls.  Noticing those, she quickly lowers them.  “You weren’t supposed to see that.”

But Roger pulls off one of his own bright yellow gloves.  “Look!” he says.  “We match!”  He holds up his own furry hand, covered with similar prick marks, and beams up at her.

Jessica’s brow furrows.  “Roger, if you can sew, why did you ask me to add all of those patches?”

“Because I like yours b-b-better!”  Roger pulls the patchwork overalls out from one of his new pockets.  He points to two of the patches.  “They say you care.”

Jessica looks at the patches, looks at the glove that she’s wearing, and then looks at the matching prick marks on their hands.  She smiles.  “I suppose they do.”

She doesn’t kiss him yet – doesn’t kiss him now – and might not for a long time yet, but she does reach out and ruffle his carrot-colored fluff of hair before sending him on his way.

[chrysalis-the-butterfly]

Cute art!

big fan of their dynamic

[mickedy]

happy new years, mickey mouse is officially a public domain character in the united states. i imagine he had a fun little celebration for it

[night2time]

And finally the Disney family all together in a photo(i was not going to draw 420 Bunny children, so have 20 of them)

I love the idea of max's family being just so crazy Big is so funny and endearing to me, like, imagine max babysitting all the Bunny children asdasd(tho his closest cousins are huey Dewey and Louie)

there are characters that i didnt put there cuz they are not as close to family members to max as this ones are(pete is just an occasional friend) or just not official family members like Gilbert goof or mama goof(this are the found family members)

[crumb-crumblet-s-crumbington]

biblically accurate ethan winters

[chrysalis-the-butterfly]

@aparticularbandit I saw this post and thought of Human!Jessica trying to turn Rabbit!Roger back into Toon!Roger.

the "came back wrong" trope except like... they didnt. like this mad scientists wife died, and so he studied necromancy, brought her back, and she came back and it all worked. like she came back exactly the same as she was before with literally no difference. but the scientist guy is like "oh no... what have i done.... shes Different now!!!! she came back Wrong!!!!" and shes just like. chilling. reading a book. cooking dinner. shes just so so normal but in the guys mind hes like "oh shes soooo weird" but shes just normal

[yinyanggio]

Guys...

[artistdove]

"TIME FOR A COME BACK!!"

EPIC MICKEY REBRUSHED IS OUT!! YASSSS! So excited to play this game reimagined

[toonycryptid]

Together in public domain.

[animation-sensation]

Rabbits

[chelledoggo]

"HEY!! WHERE THE HECK IS MY GRITTY LOW-BUDGET HORROR MOVIE??? I'VE BEEN IN THE PUBLIC DOMAIN LONGER THAN THAT RODENT!!!"

[reichurine]

Bunny Day 🍩💖

[blue-the-bluest]

MAXLEY TAKEOVER IS IN FULL EFFECT???? WHAT.

IS THIS WHAT I HAVE BEEN HYPER-FIXATING FOR THE PAST FEW MONTHS????

basically yeah…

I NEED THEM INSIDE ME. INJECTED INTO MY HEART MY MIND MY SOULLLLL

RUAHDJ THIS IS NOT A JOKE ANYMORE.

[mickedy]

I keep passing by those mickey mouse ice creams at the store...

[applesaucefilledsocks]

Epic Mickey Fan-Animation

Oswald isn’t dealing with mickeys crap anymore-

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I’ve been working on this for so long now but I’m SO happy with how it turned out!!!

I’m never animating ever again, jk LMAO

I already have something else in the works-

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Go play Epic Mickey Rebrushed

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I have a million drawings of ink monster Oswald that I will be sharing later btw :3