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Disclaimer for The Rabbit Returns to ToonTown
Hey Readers,
This is just a disclaimer. I no longer agree with this story I wrote a long time ago. The real Roger/Rhoda Rabbit would know better than believe a bunch of photos. I just wrote this story as a coping fic. Then a sequel in an attempt to make this right.
But I can't just delete it too. My past self have worked hard for all these chapters.
So enjoy this story if you can. And remember, this is just a possibility of bad decisions (coupled by a faulty portrayal). Let's all be critically aware of the fiction that we consume.
With lots of Agape,
Whenyinmetyang
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Levels of Intimacy: Chapter 1: Hands
Levels of Intimacy
Summary: When it comes to romantic tension, Roger tends to veer to disaster. Might become M-rated later on.
Chapter 1: Hands
Her friend Roger, Jessica observed, has no concept of personal space.
"Herman!"
Baby Herman got thrown back by a white blur just as he was entering the set.
Outside the set, Jessica could hear curses, grunts and finally-
A white blur was suddenly thrown back into the set, crashing into a pile of unused props.
A disgruntled Baby Herman dusted off his hands, entering the set again.
"Morning to you too, idiot."
XOXOXO
But that concept suddenly exists when…
The photographer peeked out behind his camera.
"Roger, can you put your arm around Jessica?"
"Sure," the rabbit said with ease that she didn't believe. He turned to her with a smile. "May I?"
With the new season, new posters are needed. Especially now that Jessica has become part of the cast. Baby Herman was sitting on her
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The Many Possibilities: Binary Swap AU Musical
Chapter: Jeepers, Jess. I Think I Like You
Summary: Binary Swap AU Musical of Who Framed Roger Rabbit. What if Rhoda wasn't that oblivious with her feelings in her pre-relationship with Jesse? Inspired by the song "Oh My God, I Think I Like You" (Warning: You might not want to search the song, it's kind of sexually explicit. The fic isn't though).
Author's Notes: If you want to enjoy this fic, I recommend you listen to the song first. Warning: the song is kind of explicit and based from an adult comedy sitcom. Simply search "Oh My God, I Think I Like You" song in Youtube.
"Bye, Jesse!" Rhoda waved at the retreating figure of her friend. With a sigh, she closes the door of her trailer, leaning against it. Bits and pieces of their conversations floated in her mind, feeling the warmth inside.
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Going Back to Move Forward Epilogue
Epilogue: Kintsugi


1970, Kansas
She was breaking.
23-year old Rose calmly drove more than her headlights would allow. Yet her hands were steady at the wheel. The stars have gradually multiplied to bursts and clusters, filling the dark blue sky as she arrived between fields of Kansas.
Her eyes she caught in the rear view mirror might've something akin to panic. But her face was numb as she focused back on the road.
By the time she arrived to their grandparents' -now Jack's home, it was later. Dogs barked and the porch light opened as she parked outside the fence.
The dogs scrambled out of the doggy door as a sleepy Jack opened the door, hair disheveled.
"Rose?" he rushed down to open the gate. "No, Ninja! Down!" he commanded when one of them tried to put his front paws on her. Before Rose could do anything, he picked her up under the armpits to have a good look on her.
"Hello Jack," she smiled.
Jack's eyes searched
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Going Back to Move Forward 13
Chapter 13: Yellow Ribbon



Image by FriesofInsanity

Bus driver, please look for me
'Cause I couldn't bear to see what I might see
I'm really still in prison and my love, she holds the key
A simple yellow ribbon's what I need to set me free
-Tie a Yellow Ribbon (1973)
Acme Studios, School Season, 1962
Dinner was quiet. Too quiet.
Rhoda leaned back in her couch inside her trailer. Her senses had been on high alert being alone in a household. Her ears, so accustomed to Jack's hollering and Rose's comebacks, would twist at every creak and hum of the trailer. She filled the empty seats with pillows and other stuff just so her mind could stop expecting them to show up and sit there.
Her head dropped on th
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Chapter 11: Empty Chair
France, 1962
This was a terrible idea.
Rhoda glanced nervously at her husband as they walked down the hall.
"C'est formidable d'être de retour! (It's great to be back!)" Jack stretched, his long arms almost touching the ceiling as they climbed up the ceiling. Rhoda wondered if he noticed he reverted back to French. After weeks of staying in California, their words gradually evolved from French phrases littered here and there to purely English at the end.
Grubby walls. Dusty corners. Her eyes couldn't help but noticed the blemishes of their environment that she never noticed before. A pit formed in her stomach, wondering what Jesse might be thinking.
It was night when they arrived. Her gut twisted as they passed by doors. Why did she asked Jesse to come with them again?
Her bunny tail swept from side to side anxiously. Why did she invite him? Dust would be gathering inside the flat! She hadn't even cleaned prop
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Going Back to Move Forward Chapter Chapter 11
Chapter 11: Delving Deeper
ToonTown, 1962
The counter binged, announcing the carrot chips she bought.
Rhoda thanked the cashier. She had taken a walk in the early morning to clear her head. Unfortunately, after her and Jesse's latest conversation, she still have no idea what to do next. She tugged open the bag of chi-
"Aah!" she yelped when something bumped her, scattering the contents on the floor.
A kid beaver and two kid raccoons zoomed by, yelling. Rhoda watched as they knocked down displays and pushed past people.
She looked around. Where are their parents? Jack could be rowdy, but at least she was there to ground him.
"Hey stop that!" the cashier yelled behind her counter.
Thinking fast, Rhoda whipped out a balloon and blew it into a long cylinder.
"Hey kids!" she called out, waving the bright red rubber. "Guess what animal I'm going to make!"
The three zipped towards her immediately. With a clown's flourish and a lot of squeaking later…
"A
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Going Back to Move Forward Chapter 10
Chapter 10: Abyss Within
Mina's Manor, 1962
Mina looked up from her plate. Who knew Jesse would one day sit at her table?
Rhoda and the twins had gotten home, followed by Jesse.
The "baby's" mouth curled. She and Leroy have both seen Rose and Jesse off before they have left for Kansas.
Silence fell on them as the car disappeared in the horizon.
Mina felt a drop of dread at the realization of their bet. Slowly, she looked at Leroy, expecting ass-smuggery on his ugly mug.
Instead, he looked surprised. He caught her eye, still surprised at the outcome of the bet.
But then he grinned as though the good had triumphed over evil once again.
She huffed, wanting to punch his cakehole. He had told her the time and date when he would be picking her up.
Nice guy, my ass, she muttered inside her head, remembering Rhoda's words.
"Mina, is something wrong?" Rhoda asked, "you barely touched your steak. It's medium rare, jus
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Going Back to Move Forward Chapter 9
Chapter 9: Starry Night
Kansas, 1962
The stars were always brighter and more numerous in the countryside. Jack pointed to Rose the constellations he had made up during his stay.
Before that, he had given a tour around the house. Surprisingly, Pa had never been to Kansas.
Dinner was filled with Jack ranting about Sweet. And what Sweet had gone through. And the first time he wagged his tail. And the first time he went to Jack. And the first thing Jack will do if he run into a guy who runs a dog fighting ring.
"Jack," Maman warned.
He held up his hands that were holding a knife and fork. "I mean, I'll report them to the police," he corrected. Then his smile became as innocent as Baby Mina's. "Unless I'm the police."
Maman gave him a pointed look. "We don't tolerate police brutality in this house."
Jesse glanced at her. He had never heard Rhoda speak firmly before.
"You're right," Jack replied. He then swept his bangs, cove
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Going Back to Move Forward Chapter 8
Chapter 8: Converging Point
Kansas, 1962
"Hey, Maman, remember when you'd welcome new tenants with a house-warming party? Most of them were toon immigrants."
Rhoda stopped checking for water stains in the attic's ceiling. "Yes, Jack." Since the house was pretty much aired out, they need to check the roof for repairs.
"Hey, Maman, remember when you find homes for those kittens we couldn't take with us?" Jack called out from the inside of the attic while Rhoda hosed the roof on the outside.
"Yes, Jack," she answered back. "Now can you see any leaks?"
"I thought it was embarrassing and troublesome. But you did it anyway!" he yelled out.
"Okay, Jack. Any leaks yet?"
"You were- aagh! Yup there's a leak!" There sounds of him stomping around. Rhoda could imagine him rubbing his hair as he hop around in surprise. "Yup, another one! Ack! And another one!"
The sun beat overhead as Jack climbed up the ladder to their roof.
"Hey, <
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Going Back to Move Forward Chapter 7
Chapter 7: Solo Sailing
Mina's Manor, 1962
A giant knapsack was slung over Jack's back while Rose stood on top of her suitcase. Both were facing each other with their arms crossed. Even though Maman stopped their incoming fight, neither forgot it.
Jack was the first to speak.
"You know, it's supposed to be the parents who show favorites."
Rose said nothing, only reflecting his stubborn gaze.
Then they burst out laughing.
"Oh, Rose. C'mere," he said, lifting Rose off her feet into a hug. When her feet touched her suitcase again, Rose looked at him apologetically.
"Pa needs to know someone's there for him."
He blew out an exhale with a roll of his eyes. "Well, someone needs to be there for Maman."
"We can't be in two places at once," she agreed.
Jack nodded. "Don't worry. We can do this." He waved his arms up with a yell. "Go Team Jose!"
She raised a perfectly shaped brow. "Team Jose?"
"You know, it's a combination of Jac
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Going Back to Move Forward: Chapter 6
Chapter 6: Breaking Point
Jesse's Apartment, 1962
A light rain was pouring by the time they got to his place. Fingers tapped the glass window nervously as she stand on the window sill.
Behind her, Jesse entered the living room carrying a glass of water. But when he saw her by the window, he set aside the drink and leaned on the other side of the frame.
Silently, they both watch the light drizzle outside. The drive had been silent and she figured he was giving her time to think and rest.
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
"Jesse, have you ever hated me for leaving you?"
Rhoda winced at her words. She wanted it to come out audible, yet her voice suddenly became smaller and smaller.
He observed her with his eyes. "What do you mean, Rhoda?"
Mouth set in a straight line, she inhaled deeply.
"I-I left you," she began. "I w-waited for you to come back. B-but I only gave you a day before assuming the worst." She slowly began to flinch as though alread
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Going Back to Move Forward: Chapter 5
Chapter 5: Dual Dealing
ToonTown, 1962
The limo might as well be a hearse.
Mina chugged down a baby bottle of milk, teeth habitually chewing the plastic nipple in thought. She could never understand why Rhoda thought it was a good idea to visit their old house. It just made her worse.
Rhoda was still hunched over on her side of the seat. Barely moving, she was looking more and more like a withered branch of a dying tree.
"Catch," Mina said.
The rabbit suddenly snapped into attention to find a lit stick of dynamite in her lap. Her hands fumbled with it as she sputtered-
BOOM!
Jeeves stopped the car as though the back exploding was a daily signal to brake. The side door opened and smoke blasted out. Rhoda lunged out in a tumble of white fur and flames.
"Aaaaugh! Stopdropandrolll! Stopdropandrolll! Stopdropandrolll!-"
She sat up, panting, when she was sure her dress was no longer on fire. Who would want to explain to their kids why they went home in their
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Going Back to Move Forward: Chapter 4
Chapter 4: A Hollow Shell
ToonTown, 1960

-in front of Mack's department store. There were 6 girls around 14-16. Humanoid white toons. They just surrounded me, touching me and asking for my autograph or something. It was hard to understand, they were screaming and laughing. One-
Jack stopped, gripping the pen a little too tight. The toon pen whimpered, he loosened his grip apologetically. Rose put a hand on his shoulder.
"It'll soon be over, Jack."
Jack sighed, took a deep breath and continued writing his police report. Rose looked around. They were in ToonTown's police department. Papa was talking with the chief in his office. Rose hope he was telling him about the incompetent police Jack had the misfortune to meet.
When she had looked around, the other police officers in their tables looked away. There had been a hush when they had walked in, eyes mostly at their father.
Would this be kept private? Would the snoops be spreading this to the four corners of the
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Hey Readers,

This is just a disclaimer. I no longer agree with this story I wrote a long time ago. The real Roger/Rhoda Rabbit would know better than believe a bunch of photos. I just wrote this story as a coping fic. Then a sequel in an attempt to make this right.

But I can't just delete it too. My past self have worked hard for all these chapters.

So enjoy this story if you can. And remember, this is just a possibility of bad decisions (coupled by a faulty portrayal). Let's all be critically aware of the fiction that we consume.

With lots of Agape,

Whenyinmetyang

A good friend of mine, kevinaf123, has created comics based on Rhoda, Jesse and the Binary Swap WFRR. You can now read the first part here. Believe me, the story was intriguing from the start and got me hooked right away :D 

There's more comics to come, so if you wanna find out what's gonna happen next, let's show her some love, people! XD 
I know The Loraxx fandom, especially Audrey x Once-ler fandom isn't very active for now. However, I have to delete my Audler fanfics because I no longer support relationships between teens and adults.

I used to support that kind of ship because I believe Once-ler isn't that character who will take advantage of a girl. However, not all men are like his good side of character. If I continue writing romantic relationships between teens and adults, then I would be part of the problem that normalizes relationships where one party has too much experience and power over the other.

14 year old Audrey is a teen, some would argue. Yes she is. She should find someone that is her equal. 

Levels of Intimacy

Summary: When it comes to romantic tension, Roger tends to veer to disaster. Might become M-rated later on.


Chapter 1: Hands

Her friend Roger, Jessica observed, has no concept of personal space.

"Herman!"

Baby Herman got thrown back by a white blur just as he was entering the set.

Outside the set, Jessica could hear curses, grunts and finally-

A white blur was suddenly thrown back into the set, crashing into a pile of unused props.

A disgruntled Baby Herman dusted off his hands, entering the set again.

"Morning to you too, idiot."

XOXOXO

But that concept suddenly exists when…

The photographer peeked out behind his camera.

"Roger, can you put your arm around Jessica?"

"Sure," the rabbit said with ease that she didn't believe. He turned to her with a smile. "May I?"

With the new season, new posters are needed. Especially now that Jessica has become part of the cast. Baby Herman was sitting on her lap while she perched coyly to where Roger was standing.

She nodded. His hand reached over her back and landed lightly on her bare shoulder. But as she smiled at the camera-

The photographer gave an impatient "tsk". "Roger, your fingers don't look natural," he complained.

"Wha-?!" He suddenly yanked back his hand to check for any deformities. But Jessica knew what the photographer mean. The tips of his fingers was entirely straight instead of cupped over her shoulder.

Is Roger too disgusted to touch her?

XOXOXO

Maybe she's jumping to conclusions too fast.

Maybe Roger just respects her. But seeing him hug Cinderella around the knees, affectionately squeeze Snow White's hand and clap a hand on Petunia Pig's shoulder… tells her something else is going on.

They were all his friends. She was a friend of his. So what's with the treatment? Was it the way she dresses?

Her world turned a shade darker. Does Roger like her less that he lets on?

He hummed as he swings his legs in the chair. They're in the set's makeup room. But since none of the cast really needs makeup, it's more like a waiting room while the set is being prepared.

Roger glanced at his friend who was quieter than usual. "Hey, wanna hear a joke?"

"I've always wondered how your hands look like without gloves."

"Ahahaha! That's a good one- wait…" He cocked his head to the side, rabbit ears curling to question marks. "What?"

But Jessica was staring at his bright yellow gloves. "They're always covered. Even when we're not filming."

He looked down on his hands, turning them this way and that. "Well, they're so comfy, it's like they're barely there."

She tilted her head, her bangs brushing further over her shadowed eye. It was kind of endearing. "May I?"

He shrugged, "Sure," tugging off the yellow band. But Jessica stopped him, staring at him fully. "May I?" she asked, her hands now enclosing around his wrist band.

He froze, feeling like her eyes have X-rays. "Um… sure."

Her fingers slid over the garter of his glove, sending jolts up his arm at the intrusion. His fur prickled when air rushed in when she widened the gap between band and wrist. Slowly, she tugged it down.

Roger tried not to gulp as he watched, feeling the weight of her glance.

He flexed his freed fingers, feeling cool air around each hair of his painted fur. "Jeepers, it sure feels breezy! What are you doing?"

But Jessica calmly pulled off her purple opera gloves. "I want to know how it feels like," she simply said, casual and nonchalant.

Roger nodded, trying to ease his confusion. Maybe her hands are getting hot too.

But then her now bare palms took his other gloved hand. Behind him, his tail stiffened in surprise.

He remained perfectly still at the affectionate rub one of her thumbs gave his palm while she gently, slowly pulled down his glove.

"Thanks," he breathed, willing to relax. He flexed and stretched his fingers, free from the constrictions. "This actually feels ni-"

Her bare palms cupped his furred hand.

This time his bunny tail fluffed, unsure what was really going on.

She looked up from their joined hands. "I'm curious how your hands would feel like."

"Oh." His voice sounded small. "Okay."

Her fingers looked slim and delicate compared to his thick, round ones. Much like sausages, as an artist once said.

She held his hand and blew on it, fur spreading at the wind. Every inch of his fur decided to stand to its end for some reason. A soft laugh escaped her at the reaction and he smiled. He always liked to hear her laugh.

Her thumbs explored the expanse of his palm, pooling a warm feeling at the pit of his stomach. His knees began to feel weak when they smooth over to rub circles. But then she paused and his fingers curled fleetingly.

"Would you like me to stop?" she murmured.

He could feel her gaze on him, but still he couldn't meet it. Unsure what…

Roger pulled away his hand, stretching his fingers. "Ummm... it's fine," he mumbled, laying down his palm again.

She continued with her hand massage, his other hand flexing.

"Your fur feels smooth," she commented.

He made a humming noise that sounded so much like a purr.

With a thankful gesture, his thumb glided down her bare hand, paying back the favor. She paused and he saw a little smile tug her lips, making his tail swish.

"Your hands feel good too," he sighed in reply.

"Thanks."

But then her thumbs slowly swept down his fingers before intertwining hers with his own, palm to palm.

Roger looked at their laced fingers, heart thrumming. Her palm felt warm, intermingling with his. She looked at their hands curiously at their mismatched features.

Then she looked at him and he looked down to their hands again, unable to match her gaze. Unsure what would happen if he-

"Roger," she spoke in that soft voice.

That made her look up.

"Are you disgusted of me?"

His jaw fell past his chair and to the floor. "What? No!" he exclaimed, his interlaced fingers gripper hers closer.

That's when static electricity happened.

"Yowch!" With a burst of speed, he flew up the ceiling's lamp in a burst of harrowing sparks.

Filming was cut later at the power outage of unknown causes.

Fur standing up at all directions, Roger was sent home early due to affecting anyone with hair, wearing cotton or wool within 3 meter radius.

But as Roger lay down on his bed, finally static free, he wondered what was that about.

He was pretty sure the laws of electricity doesn't work that way.

Levels of Intimacy: Chapter 1: Hands

Author's Note: Just wanted to write something sensual. A week of overtime and I freaking missed writing stories. My aim is to write up to sexually suggestive. I'm open to headcannons and suggestions although I may not post immediately.

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A good friend of mine, kevinaf123, has created comics based on Rhoda, Jesse and the Binary Swap WFRR. You can now read the first part here. Believe me, the story was intriguing from the start and got me hooked right away :D 

There's more comics to come, so if you wanna find out what's gonna happen next, let's show her some love, people! XD 

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Thank you for the fav!
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Thx for the fav!
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kyutenzuken Featured By Owner Dec 28, 2014  Hobbyist
pinay?! :D
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whenyinmetyang Featured By Owner Dec 29, 2014
yup, kabayan? :D
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Yes :3
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thnks 4 the fave on [MLP] 'Hi' <3!
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Thanks for joining my group! ^_^
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PlathRamsey Featured By Owner Oct 13, 2013
I was looking up Halloween costumes to go out with a female friend and I saw an idea that reminded me of you.

"Jessica Rabbit and Female-Roger Rabbit: Who gets to be the bombshell? Both of you! Gather up a red wig, splashy dress and purple gloves for Jessica, and a red romper, bunny ears and bow tie for Roger."

Aw, I wish you lived closer so we could Trick Or Treat together as the Rabbits!
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whenyinmetyang Featured By Owner Oct 13, 2013
aaaww... i'd loved that. but you'd have to be Jessica. i saw your pics, you'd be great in the dress and i'm too slender for her type :)
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PlathRamsey Featured By Owner Oct 18, 2013
I don't have a skinny waist. You could always stuff your bra and butt. Haha. I've never seen your pictures but you write Roger so well that I think you'd make a great Roger Rabbit. 

What are you dressing up as?
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