Another illustration with Marty from the past. I wanted to make this art and the previous one contrast so it would show that Marty was having a hard time in his home world.
This is the third picture this year with the city in the background, though I've avoided it for years before XD
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
â Live Streamingâ Interactive Chatâ Private Showsâ HD Quality
Anya is LIVE right now
FREE
Free to watch âą No registration required âą HD streaming
[image description: A digital illustration of a cafe with several characters sitting at tables eating and talking. The room has a black, white, and red motiffe with gold accents. There are shelves along the walls with novelty tea pots and jars of tea on them.Â
Description continues below the cut as it is long.
There are two counters in the back along both walls with a rabbit earred girl at the left one and a hare earred boy at the right. The girl has fair skin, pink eyes, and long off white hair pulled into a ponytail. She is standing behind a cake display serving a customer who is crouched and inspecting the wears.  The customer is a young woman with dark brown skin, long wavy green hair, and six fingers shown on her left hand. She is wearing a purple skirt and shirt combo.Â
The centre of the image has three people sitting at a table and two sitting at a miniature table atop theirs, being served by another hare man.Â
The person on the left has fair skin, long brown hair, and brown eyes. They are dressed in a peppermint witch outfit and are listening to the person on the right speak. The speaker has olive skin, blue gummyish hair and pink eyes. She is wearing a bright gummy candy themed punkish outfit, gesturing as she talks. The third person is centred between them. They have fair skin, a dark bob, and their eyes obscured under their bangs. They are wearing a pancake bardesque outfit. The miniature table has a honey themed fairy with pale hair, brown eyes, and yellow eyes. She is sitting across from an anthropomorphic mouse person with pale skin, extremely long blond hair, pink eyes, and a layered dress on. The group is being served by a tall hare man with light olive skin, curly auburn hair tied into a bun, and matching hare ears.Â
The foreground of the image has two young people, both sitting at separate tables. The one on the left has pale skin, long straight blonde hair, a bird on her shoulder, and a green witches hat. She is sipping from a teacup with her eyes closed. The girl on the right has pale skin, shoulder length brown hair, red eyes, and brown wings. She is looking off to the side with a spoon in her mouth. Description end]
This one was a bit of a doozy.Â
Topaz and Aderyn belong to @xteacupx | Nile belongs to @valkyah | Freya and Sienna belong to @cadaverkeys | Rosemary belongs to @strawberrisunday | Princess and Whinnie belong to @utterhomestucktrash | Whitney, Freddy, and Marcos are mine
[image description: a fullbody digital illustration of a young man cuddling a young woman, sitting on the ground. The man has scarred tan skin, shoulder length wiry auburn curls, long hare ears, and matching hare feet. He has his mouth pressed against the back of the young womanâs head, one hand in hers, the other resting on her thigh. He is only wearing boxers.Â
The young woman has pale, freckled skin and long white hair that reaches the floor. She has white rabbit ears and paw feet. Sheâs sitting in his lap, looking back at him adoringly. One hand is on his cheek, the other is holding his. She is wearing a pink check bra set.Â
There are ferns and sunflowers behind them. Description end]
Comments below the cut and speedpaint in reblog!
Hello again ^u^ Iâve had this one sitting on my desktop for some time now haha <u<;; Iâve been busy with other projects but also feeling reluctant to actually post content? Idk, itâs a bit odd.Â
Anyways, here are my favourite buns having a nice moment together :3c
Hereâs a collection of bounce pixels Iâve done since my tablet has started dying on me ( 8-8 )
[image description: Four sets of animated pixel illustrations. The first is three humanoid characters and a rottweiler dog standing in a line (the dog is sitting). The first character is a young man with curly auburn hair, light olive skin, amber eyes, and hare ears. The second character is a young woman with fair skin, freckles, long creamy off white hair, red eyes, and white rabbit ears. The third character is a young man with pale skin, freckles, cool white hair, brown eyes, and snowshoe white rabbit ears.
The second illustration is a young woman with brown skin, curly brown hair, and brown eyes, holding a loaf of bread. The pixel switches between her smiling proudly at the bread and pouting at it when it is burnt.
The third illustration is two small cats smiling at each other near a river. The left cat is a dark tabby Siberian, the right cat is a white three legged cat with black spots.
The fourth illustration is two characters, a darkened silhouette of an adult and a young child wearing an oversized coat. The child has messy brown hair, small brown horns, a matching dragon tail with brown tufts at the end, and is wearing blue striped pyjamas. The silhouetted adult is flicking a flashlight on and off.]
Iâve been having a lot of fun trying out bounce animations and pixelling :3 The baker girl is @thecadmiuminkwellââs character Kit. Not much has been released about her story but I already love her XD Iâm pretty happy with the static effect over the strangerâs face to be honest ^u^
Tumblr doesnât want to format these normally so Iâve reuploaded them below :vÂ
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
â Live Streamingâ Interactive Chatâ Private Showsâ HD Quality
Anya is LIVE right now
FREE
Free to watch âą No registration required âą HD streaming
@hannahs-creations very kindly provided a random four word prompt to make into a drabble. Thanks for the prompt! Sorry it took a hot minute to write <u<;;Â
I hope you enjoy this little scene ^u^ Feedback is appreciated!
Prompt:Â vitality, manage, fluster and gleefully
Words: 1768
Characters: Marcos, Whitney, Freddy (Briefly), and Mella
     What terrible timing for Whitney to have to skip out. Although she complained about it, she lived for the busy days like today. She loved to get lost in the hustle, while still managing to find a sense of order and co-ordinating the boys. Marcos had never seen anyone more determined not to take a sick day. When the first thing Whitney did that morning was bolt to the bathroom to re-evaluate dinner, it was clear there was no avoiding it. Regardless of how it went down, the result was the same. Whitney was stuck at home while the boys played the service edition of the floor is lava. (Or would that be the customers?)
     Marcosâ mind was a blur of orders and customers, but he didnât let himself lose track of time. As soon as the hour ticked over, he tagged out. Of course, he checked that Freddy and Uncle Antonio could manage without him first. Not wasting a second more of his lunch break, he slipped into the backroom, tore off his uniform, replacing it with a change of clothes heâd prepared earlier, and was gone.
     Never mind. He followed Whitneyâs raspy croak to the living room, still mindful to tread lightly. She was huddled on the couch, cocooned with blankets and half draped over the arm of the chair. Mella, taking the role of mother hen, sprawled over Whitneyâs tracksuit clad legs, incubating her just in case folding herself into cotton origami wasnât enough. Fever was obvious, painted over Whitneyâs sweaty face, interrupted occasionally by loose strands of hair. She hadnât even bothered to tie it back. Even in illness, she was an over-achiever.
     âWere you asleep?â He tired to keep his voice soft despite its gravelly texture. Judging by the way the radio was on, but turned down to its lowest possible volume, she probably had a headache. He wondered briefly if she was resenting her rabbit hearing at the moment.
     Whitney shook her head, waving his worries off. âI was ju- uh- aacho!â Another balled up tissue in the over-stuffed bin. âI was jusâ dyinâg apparendly. No, I was listenig do the mid-day stories. Whab are âou doinâg âere?â Mella whined and wiggled closer to Whitneyâs flushed face. She was supposed to be resting!
     Marcos shrugged. âI got you some tea. Give me a second, Iâll make it for you. Itâs called, uh, âVitaliteaâ and itâs got lemon and ginger and all that. Should hopefully make you feel better.â It couldnât make her any worse at least. Red eyes and streaming nose, it was almost painful to see her so far from her bubbly self.
     Whitney had always been good at reading people. Just because she was unwell didnât mean she couldnât see the crease setting into Marcosâ forehead. He was always so busy worrying about others. The demand he not pity her fell away to the realisation of what heâd said.
     âYou cabe back jusd âo bake tea?â
     âNo. Iâll get you some lunch too.â He wandered off to the kitchen to get started, entirely missing the touched shock he left her in. According to his calculations, he was still on track even after stalling to get into the house. The majority of making food was just waiting for the tea to brew. It took next to no time to make a sandwich or boil water. While the tea was brewing, he grabbed a brush and a hair tie, returning to the sick bunny.
     Seeing her face a tiny bit more flushed made his stomach twist. Was it really okay for her to stay here alone?
     âCan you sit up? Iâll put your hair up since Iâm here.â
     Whitney sighed dramatically but wiggled her way to a sitting(ish) position, much to Mellaâs disapproval. âLeab me here to die. Iâb not lonâg for thid worlb.â
     âI tolb âou nod do call be that.â She huffed. Her mock anger easy to see through. It sheâd really wanted him to stop, he would have done so immediately. âYouâre righbt tho. You do neeb me. Who else can stob Fredâdy frob gleefully bestering beople on dates?â
     âHeâs not even here and youâre picking on âim?â
     âIâb allobed to. Itâs by twind given righbt.â
     âCanât argue with that.â Marcosâ hands worked quickly, twisting the strands into a roughly uniform braid. Whitney may have preferred a bun, but that just wasnât in his skill set yet. As he worked, his own auburn curls wiggled loose. The ponytail mustâve come undone on his way over. He probably should just cut the shaggy mane, but he liked the feeling of it brushing his skin.
     Whitney released her arm from the blanket burrito to playfully tug a strand. âYouâre kinba a bess. Whab did âou do, rub the whole bay?â
     âYup.â
     His steady gaze caught her off guard. âWaib, really?â Whitneyâs pink cheeks shifted much closer to a shade of red, causing Marcosâ brow to furrow. It didnât help that she only seemed to heat up more when he pressed his hand to her forehead. She mustâve been really unwell, even her usually pale rabbit ears were tinted rose.
     âHold on. I think your tea should be ready.â He vanished back into the kitchen, retying his hair as he went.
     The butterflies in Whitneyâs brain were certainly just sickness making her dizzy. Nothing else. Mella stared at her. Judgementally. It wasnât her fault her dumb heart was fluttering. Her pop rock pulse was obviously not her buzzing with giddiness. Of course she didnât have a crush on Marcos. It didnât matter how thoughtful he was, or how he made her feel special and appreciated with no ulterior motive. His gentle presence was just a part of him being Marcos. Falling for that would just be⊠well, it would be⊠Okay. She couldnât lie to herself. Frog toes. It wasnât the plague sheâd managed to contract that made her face glow when he touched her. His concerned expression flashed across her mind. The tiny tilt of his scruffy eyebrows, the amber that almost glowed against the dark lines that always seemed to line his eyes, the way he looked at her. Oh dear, she melted into a goopy mess. Stars Above, she had Feelings for the scraggly hare. She had to compose herself. Pondering whether he felt something for her too would have to wait until he was gone. Working herself into a fluster was less than ideal. Upon the realisation, Mella smiled at her, in the way dogs do. If Whitney didnât know better, sheâd think Mella could read her mind. Why was she being so cocky? As if she figured it out first! Whitneyâs mental rambling was interrupted by Marcos bringing in her lunch.
     âHere. I put honey in the tea. Itâs sâposed to be good for sore throats? Mum used to do that for me, honey and milk I mean. Should help you too.â His ears twitched self-consciously. Sure it was common knowledge that honey was a good soother, but he still felt the need to explain himself. Maybe because Whitney almost always preferred not to sweeten her teas and he hadnât forgotten that. Whitney smiled, still too pink for his liking, thanked him and took a sip, evaporating his worries.
     âThereâs some medicine if you need it, and a bottle of water for later, yâknow, so you donât have to get up again⊠Iâve gotta head now or Iâll be late back. You gonna be okay?â
     âIâb a big girl, Iâll be okay.â She took another sip. âThanâgs foâ this. I abbreciate ib.â
     âNot a problem. Just focus on betting better.â
     âOh byeah, before you go, thereâs somb faze wibes in by roob. Take theb with you to geb rib ob the sweat. You brobably smbell.â To make certain she wasnât being overly sincere, she poked her tongue at him.
     ââcourse I do. Iâm healthy so I can still breathe through my nose.â Marcos grabbed the wipes and darted out of the door before he had to face her faux fury.
@inkovert (implicitly) requested a fluff drabble between Whitney and Marcos. I went with a scene that actually comes from the story (I figured itâd be good practice for when it comes up). It ended up kinda,,, angsty <.<;;;; But Iâm pretty proud of it and hope you enjoy this scene from A Hareâs Worth. Feedback is appreciated ^u^
Words: 2644
Characters: Marcos, Whitney, Freddy (mentioned), and Mella
Chocolate and pecans spiced the air, soon to be overtaken by soap and steam. Although the baker had left hours ago, their work lingered. It had been Freddyâs idea to do a promotion each fortnight. A new tea and an arrangement of desserts specifically made to compliment the brew. This time it was an exotic black tea and cocoa blend, resulting in numerous fruity and chocolatey treats for customers to choose from.
Marcos hummed in acknowledgement but didnât look up from the sink. Sheâd expected him to at least chuckle at the dramatics, (even though she was genuinely annoyed at the woman). At least his advice was still characteristically his.
âPeople are strange. Thereâs nothing to be done for it now, why donât you pick out which dessert youâre bringing back to take your mind off it?â A perk of closing duty â taking home unsellable but still edible foods.
âHm, thatâs true. Theyâve been really nice this round. The dark chocolate tarts are as bitter as my soul. I love it.â
âThereâs no accounting for taste I guess.â Marcos shrugged, a teasing lilt to his voice. That wasnât the joke she thought heâd made. That was twice heâd curve-balled her. Usually heâd indulge her rants, laughing along as she spouted ridiculous scenarios she claimed sheâd definitely do next the time. She thought for sure that heâd say some dumb thing along the lines of âyouâre mixing up caramel with chocolate if you want it to match your soul, Cottontailâ. Then sheâd get mad at him for the silly nickname and theyâd banter like usual. She didnât let the concern reach her face. Â
Marcos drained the sink, readying to leave. âI liked the sweet chai from the last lot better.â
Whitney passed him the desserts sheâd claimed, taking the remaining boxes herself. âHaha, we could tell. I didnât think youâd really be able to eat all of the cinnamon buns you grabbed. I shouldnât have doubted you.â
âIâm a growing boy.â
~
Double checking the store was locked securely, they took the excess food around the back. Kids were already waiting. Some skinny and ratty, others better off but not by much. New laws had been passed preventing Whitney or Marcos from giving food, even that which would otherwise go to waste, to beggars â especially Tainted ones. Instead, they carefully discarded the boxed onto a table specifically for storing such waste, happened to mention aloud which ones had gluten and which had been in contact with nuts, then left. They certainly didnât smile at a raccoon child who thanked them for their kindness before scampering off. They were good, law abiding teenagers after all.
Although it was still relatively early, the sky was already darkening. Heavy storm clouds loomed overhead. Wind rustled through the trees, green with new leaves, sending flower petals skipping along the street. Whitney huddled into her button-up sweater, pulling it tighter over her body.
âI hope the rain holds off a little longer. Might have to take Mella out for a jog instead of a walk.â
âMaybe you should skip today. You donât want to get caught in a downpour. Whoâll run the shop if you get sick?â Marcos really was trying to match Whitneyâs light-hearted energy, but he knew she was onto him. Having her worry about him (or him burden her) over a funk wouldnât get them anywhere.
âCanât slack off. As Mellaâs proper parent - we donât count Freddy and you know it. He spoils her rotten - it is my responsibility to make sure she gets what she needs, and what she needs is a walk every day.â She bounced her shoulder against his side, lips quirked into a cheeky smile. âYou could always come with us if youâre worried. Iâll even let you carry me home if I get splashed. Mella too, of course.â
He bounced her back, careful not to topple her over. âMaybe I will.â
âI wasnât joking about jogging.â
âI know.â
She raised her brow incredulously. âYou, jogging?â
âIt does happen on occasion.â
~
If Mella, short for Caramel, had her way, her tardy care takers would have been barrelled over by her unrestrained joy the instant they crossed the threshold back into her territory. Unfortunately for her, and fortunately for the weary pair, Whitney really was a good dog mum. Mella had been trained well. Nobody was trampled by an ecstatic rottweiler on that day. Minding her manners, but not curtailing her demands, Mella waited âpatientlyâ at the door, tail thumping and lead in mouth.
True to her word, five minutes and Whitney had offloaded her things, swept her long hair into a pony tail and was out the door again. Mella trotted along, enthusiasm shedding years off her face. Marcos kept pace, quiet save the tapping of his claws against the ground. Heâd never liked that feeling. His body was there but his mind was somewhere far away. A world Whitney wasnât privy to. Â Heâd still smile and nod when she pointed out the funny letter box on Birch Street â ironically a tree had fallen on it leaving it much more squat than it was prior â or when sheâd make silly puns out of random objects they passed. Sheâd have been happier if he meant it. Â
The sky grumbled, bemoaning its load. The complaints continued as they moved, increasing in urgency until the clouds could hold off no longer. Hounded by sheets of rain pelting after them, they completed the walk in record time. They piled through the door, back to the safety of their home. Sopping wet, Whitney bolted for the towels. Too late. Mella shook, splattering the rustic, but cosy, wallpaper of the front hallway. Moisture seeped in, greeting the stains that had already made home there. She was never quick enough. Very pleased with herself, Mella ran head first into Whitneyâs open arms, allowing her to dry Mella properly.
Whitney lingered at the entrance of the lounge room. Two mugs in one hand, a plate in the other. He smelled the tart and tea before he saw them. The bitterest of chocolate and shy lavender.
âI thought you were going to bed?â His voice was sticky, as though heâd just awoken. How long had he been thinking?
She shrugged the non-liquid bearing shoulder. âI was but I figured you could use some company.â She made her way over to him, ignoring the rest of the furniture.
Marcos took the cups while she slid onto the seat, legs propped over the arm of the chair, bunny tail pressed against his thigh.
âYou shouldnât push yourself. Iâll be headinâ to bed soon.â
She snorted at that, rolling her rose eyes and taking the mug decorated with cute hearts and rabbit ears. âYeah, and babies come from mail order catalogues. I just brought you some tea. Itâs not going to kill me. In fact, it just so happens to be my day job.â She nodded to the tea. âItâs lavender and camomile. Itâs supposed to be very calming.
The mug warming Marcosâ hands cheerfully decreed âWhoâs a sweet potato? I yam!â He took a sip. Sheâd added honey and milk â just the way he liked it. âDoes it work?â
âIt tastes nice.â
âFair enough.â Either way, he already felt better with her there. She leaned into his chest, taking a thoughtful bite out of her tart. The clink of the silver spoon against ceramic almost inaudible with the rain. For a while, little else filled the comfortable silence they had fallen into.
âDo you want to talk about it?â So Whitney had noticed his funk. Darn.
âAbout what?â
She pressed her hand into his. âYou worry so much about everybody else, let me worry about you for a change.â He made a non-comital noise but didnât move his hand. Taking it as an invitation to continue, she did. âHis birthday is coming up, isnât it?â
He blinked, equal measures surprised and touched. âYou remembered?â Her nod bloomed tenderness in his soul.
âHe was important to you. Of course I remembered.â
Marcos shifted uncomfortably. âSorry. Iâll get back to normal soon. I just, I just need a little time.â
âItâs okay to not be okay, yâknow. You donât have to smile and joke all the time. Youâre not, youâre not being a burden if youâre hurting.â She squeezed his hand. âI want to help. Do you want to talk?â
âI donât, butâŠâ Guilt flashed through him. âI think it wouldnât be a bad thing if you wanted to talk to me a while⊠If, uh, if you wanted to⊠if youâre not too tired that isâŠâ
ââCourse.â A gentle smile to tame the wildest of worries. âDid I ever tell you about the time I went to the beach when I was little and I convinced Freddy that the crabs would carry him out to sea if he fell asleep?â
âNot recently.â
âOkay, fantastic. Well, I think we were seven? Maybe eight? No, seven. And weâd been waiting all year to goâŠâ
Whitneyâs stories slowly came to a close as sleep over took her. She was almost finished the cupcake catastrophe that nearly got her banned from the kitchen when her words turned into mumbles, turned into quiet breath falls. Her hair had fallen in her face again, and Marcosâ arm, and shirt for that matter. Sitting as they were, together and peaceful, Marcos felt drawn to rest his head against hers. She still smelled like wet dog. Her strawberry shampoo could not overpower Mella. There was little in this world that could. He sighed. It was comfortable. Heâd probably never be able to tell her properly how much her words meant to him. Somehow, he felt like apologising, saying he was sorry she ever had to treat him so kindly. It was a strange thing when your gratitude is so much it begs forgiveness. Heâd probably never really try to express the pleasant emptiness she left him with. It was so like her though, to notice another personâs pain and busy herself about fixing it. There was something so special about her willingness to sit through it with him rather than force a laugh track to dampen the atmosphere. There was something so special about her. Though, thatâs probably why he loved her. Wait, what did he just think? He â His ears stood to attention. He lo- The realisation hit him like a bus with no brakes. He loved her. A furious blush burnt up his neck to the tips of his ears. Oh Stars, he loved Whitney. What was he going to do? Did he tell her? Could she, could she maybe love hi- no thatâs absurd. But it might not be. What if it was? Oh stars, what if it wasnât? He glanced down at her, horrified to see the blush had reached his hands. At least she was still asleep. She hadnât seen the mess that he was in the current business of becoming.
Too ensnared by the sudden Emotions, he totally missed the secret smile had crept onto Whitneyâs lips. Itâs about time you realised you silly hare <3
[image description: A digital illustration of a young boy with hare ears, wild loose curls, amber eyes, and a cinnamon bun inspired outfit. Heâs leaning back, twirling a baton in front of him with both hands. He has a slightly worried expression.Â
He is wearing a loose high cut singlet shirt, puffed genie-esk shorts, below the knee socks, sandles, a thing scarf, and finger-less gloves. Heâs surrounded by various cinnamon bun paraphernalia.]
Comments and speedpaint under the cut!
The magical children series continues! Weâll take a break for a meet the artist pic, then return to magical MacaronÂ
Things are a little slow at the moment, Iâm fighting a cold off and am going to go to my dadâs for another week next week so thatâll delay things a little. Thanks in advance for your patience!Â