#bunny cop (judy hopps)

[aricampos16]

Shipuary Day 7: Wildehopps

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Man I love this photo so much I’ve made it my profile picture.

[duck-in-a-thrift-store]

What if we lived in an alternate timeline where acab stood for "all cops are bunnies" and Judy Hopps was president of the world

[daijindraws]

Juliet Hopps

My best friend Juliet dressed as Judy Hopps from Zootopia. I had this idea while I was away. I was watching Zootopia, and the idea hit. I think she looks nice in Judy’s uniform. I might even wear a Judy Hopps costume myself. (I will) 

Juliet is owned by herself.

Judy Hopps is from Zootopia. Which is owned by Disney.

[artist-issues]

Let’s play a game

I like to call it

‘The Twist in Time Effect’

I play it sometimes when I rewatch movies. It’s when you take all the lowest moments (you know, Long Dark Night of the Soul for the Main Character Moments) from Disney movies and you try to come up with what would’ve happened in that world if the turning point didn’t come.

We will use an example.

In Zootopia.

Judy Hopps does not hear, from Gideon, that “a bunny can go savage,” —which was always a crucial character-moment for her because it’s ironic that the species of animal she misjudged (Nick, a fox) is the one (Gideon, a fox) that clued her in to the flaw in her thinking that needed to be fixed before she could save the day—and so, she does not put two-and-two together. She doesn’t go back to get Nick’s help and reconcile with him. She doesn’t stop Mayor Bellwhether’s plot. She stays, disheartened and guilt-ridden, on her family farm. Meanwhile, Nick tries to go back to his old con-artist ways—why wouldn’t he, nobody believes in him—but now there’s a problem.

Within a few months, Zootopia is a transformed city! Predators are going savage everywhere, and as the asylums fill up and even sane preds lose their job due to discrimination and heightened fear, Mayor Bellwhether steps in—and declares that Zootopia’s brightest minds have come up with a solution. Apparently, the only way to stop predators from “devolving” is to “help them regulate their emotions.” To save their less-fourtunate predator citizens from winding up like the mindless Emmett Otterton and his fellows, the city of Zootopia mandates shock-collar tech. Except she calls them “Taming Collars” and they detect an elevated heart rate, so that predator’s emotions can be regulated, as if that’s the key to their “going savage.”

Yup, it’s just the “Deleted Concept.” But this time, it starts where Judy and Nick have had a falling out already from the finished-product movie. So while tame collars are being instituted, Nick tries to avoid having to wear one, seeing how twisted and wrong they are. In this situation, he learns—wrong place, wrong time—a tiny piece of Bellwhether’s plot. Even having learned more, he is simply going to lay low, until Clawhauser appears to go savage and attacks Chief Bogo. Then Nick realizes that if he doesn’t find a way to bring down the Mayor, Zootopia, and all predator’s futures, will be bleak. He tries to leave the city with Fennec, maybe to find Judy, but they are cornered by Bellwhether’s goons in Tundratown.

Meanwhile, Judy re-enters the increasingly dark city to visit Chief Bogo and Clawhauser in the city hospital, feeling guiltier than ever. While there, she catches sight of Fennec, except now he’s pacing and looking savage in a little one-room cell, alongside Clawhauser’s. She ventures to ask the recovering Chief where Fennec’s friend, the fox who was a “witness on her Missing Mammals case,” was, and whether or not he had visited the little predator. She’s told that Nick Wilde is “missing.” Judy decides that she may not be a cop, but she can do something to find the friend she wronged, no matter how crazy the city gets. And from there, you have adventure. Maybe Judy will find Nick before it’s too late, and they’ll try to stop Bellwhether—but now, the fact that some of Judy’s closer associates have been attacked by predators, and that she once demonstrated prejudice against Nick in a city where prejudice now has a palpable, scary taste—plus the city’s increasing fear and trust in Bellwhether, and her knowledge that the Fox is onto her—are stacked against them.

That one’s easy. It’s just a blend-up of the deleted concept everybody likes so much and the first two acts of the movie we got.

Want to do another?

Treasure Planet

Jim Hawkins does not get met immediately by Silver and given encouragement after Mr. Arrow goes overboard. Instead, Scroop, up in the mast, sees Jim brooding after his "mistake" and comes and taunts him. Jim and Scroop are fighting when Silver arrives to check on the cabin-boy, and he tries to break it up. But this time, instead of Mr. Arrow being there to stop things from getting ugly, it's Captain Amelia.

Still grieving Arrow's loss, she confines Scroop, Silver, and Jim to the brig. With Scroop in hissing, bitter, close vicinity all night, Silver has no chance to give the defeated Jim his pep-talk about "greatness and sticking to his own course."

However, when Treasure Planet does come into view the next morning and the crew moors the ship safely in the atmosphere, the Captain (probably softened a bit by Doppler's intervention) sends the Doctor to fetch Jim. Jim, however, doesn't feel any particular desire to leave the brig even after the Doctor unties him. In trying to cheer him up, Doppler mentions that Jim is needed to use the map-device and find the treasure—enlightening Silver and Scroop to Jim's practical use.

Silver tries to wheedle the Doctor into untying him so a "poor cyborg could catch a glimpse of the mythical planet at long last," or something by like that. But the Doctor only has orders to bring Jim above deck—the pirates in the brig will not be accompanying them to Flint's Trove.

Silver is freed from the brig as soon as the pirate crew catches wind of this, and stages his mutiny successfully. He captures Amelia and Doppler, and seems to convince Jim to help the pirates find Flint's Trove.

Silver claims he can see Jim's potential for greatness, just like the original storyline, but this time, it's in the context of "I always knew you had the guts to join us (pirates, free-thinkers, etc.)" And he hasn't made any kind of speech about Jim being an easily-manipulated brat he doesn't care about.

So now, with Scroop left fuming in the brig with a captive Captain Amelia and Doppler for being more trouble than he's worth, and the rest of the pirates venturing in search of the treasure with Jim, the main character has a hard decision to make.

Does he betray the new father-figure who might be a criminal, but hey, at least he believes in Jim—or does he betray Doppler and Amelia, the two honorable if more-distant adults who are on the "right side?" Now Jim has to "chart his own course" and decide if that means "piracy" or "hero" with a little more emotional tension, as they hike through the jungles of Treasure Planet.

One more

Frozen

If you consider Anna the main character of Frozen, then Anna does not get help from Olaf. He does not make it to the room to help her build a fire, or, more importantly, to explain true love to her. So she doesn't go and look for Kristoff as the cure to her frozen heart—nor does she sacrifice herself for Elsa, because she doesn't know Elsa is in immediate danger. Instead, Anna freezes solid while Hans successfully tells Elsa and Arendelle that it's all Elsa's fault.

However, Hans is not successful in killing Elsa out on the fjord. She despairs and drops to the ground, like we see her do in the original storyline. But even though Olaf didn't find Anna after splitting up from the group earlier, he does find and stop Hans from slaying the Queen...simply by appearing there.

Hans is about to strike, when Olaf, having heard his claim about Anna and seen Elsa's grief, pops in and shouts, "But—but she can't be—an act of true love can thaw a frozen heart!"

Elsa turns around and sees that Hans is about to swipe her head off, and in pure self defense, she hits his hand with an ice-blast, freezing it. She spins around to flee, dizzy and blind with grief, and runs smack into Kristoff, who is still trying to reach Arendelle.

Kristoff sees Hans, who's been joined by grieving Arendelle guards, scoops Elsa onto Sven's back, and makes their escape, urgently questioning the broken Queen about Anna, but not getting much out of her.

Meanwhile Hans returns to the castle to display Anna's frozen-statue in the courtyard and tend to his wounded hand. He rallies all of the kingdom around the idea that the only way to stop the winter is to kill their former Queen, and as their new King, he vows to accomplish this mission.

While he tends to his hand, though, he questions the little enchanted snowman standing sadly by Anna's statue. What did he mean about true love? Could Anna be brought back? Olaf claims he doesn't know—only that the trolls told him Anna's heart was frozen until an act of true love thawed it. Olaf absent-mindedly comments that Anna must not have loved Hans if their "marriage" didn't save her from freezing.

But Hans has put two and two together. He could lose his newly-acquired throne if anyone who loved Anna remains alive. In the coming day, pursuing Kristoff into his element—the woods—to try and finish off the broken-hearted Queen, Hans realizes that Anna might've been loved by this outdoorsman, even if Elsa is too broken to try any rescue. He expands his plan to hunt down Kristoff and Elsa, and keep them away from Anna's statue at all costs.

Meanwhile, Kristoff, at the advice of Grabdpabi, organizes the trolls to try and storm Arendelle, get Elsa into Anna's "Memorial Chamber" where her statue is being held, and ask her to apologize to her sister. Maybe that will break the curse and bring her back, and fix everything.

But Elsa is unsure of herself, everything is becoming a barren wasteland, her emotions are more out of control than ever, and Hans knows they're coming. They sort of have an easily-befuddled, not-very-situationally-aware Snowman on the inside, though. Maybe they can do it.

...I said this was a game, I didn't say it was fun

The basic idea is to see if you can remove the piece that immediately lifts the character out of their dark-moment and teaches them the lesson...and see if you can teach them the lesson later on, maybe in a darker sequel. or it's a dark AU, whatever

[blind0raven]

Finally going through Deuce's Bunny vig card story!

I kinda still remember when you shared this during the egg incident Deuce, so I knew they were talking about "you"

I mean... it is true

Trust takes alot of time to rebuild, and its easy to break...

For Deuce to earn trust again by some people in his hometown will differ between others... but it'll take time

Aw... that's sad he still faced it again...

No kidding I wish he was talking about me this the cop you mentioned during the wishing star event right?

Yay I was right! It was the cop!

Sad we don't get to see this cop, but still glad someone else also believed in him

Lowkey I headcanon that the cop is kinda like a Twst!Judy Hopps!

End of Part 1 of the Deuce Bunny Vig Story Chapter 2

[uncaaj]

Fanfic - Trouble on Pack Street CHAPTER 1: What's In the Box? (Zootopia)

PROLOGUE | chapter 1 | CHAPTER 2 | More coming soon...

READ NOW ON AO3!

A fox was waiting inside Judy Hopps’ apartment when she opened the door. The cool evening light from the window shone upon the scarlet tod, who was presently crouched over a cardboard box in the middle of her pitifully small studio. He leaned in and sniffed at it curiously, not even raising his head to see who was at the door.

Normally, Judy would be on the phone to the cops about a home invasion, if not for two facts. One, she was the cops. Two, the invader was dressed in a lime Pawaiian print shirt and tan khakis, the oh so tacky trademark of one Nick Wilde, Judy’s best friend. And he was also the cops.

“Y’know,” said Judy, borrowing some of her mother’s tone, “any other bunny would be wondering why there’s a fox in an apartment that’s not his, sniffing at a mysterious box.”

“I think you kicked that ‘any other bunny’ schtick to the curb long ago, Fluff," said Nick, not breaking eye contact with the box. “And I told you I was comin’.” He jumped to another side of the box, his striped tie waving back and forth with the action.

Judy dug her phone from her pocket and at the top of her notifications, there was the proverbial permit- 

“dropping by, bringing box”

Judy rolled her eyes and dropped her phone into the basket to her left. “I know, ‘been doin’ this since I was a kid.’ Shield your eyes.” She shut the door and flicked on a light switch.

As the fixture above erupted to life, Nick’s tail straightened and he raised his hands to his face. “Oh, curse my nocturnal ways, she blinded me with science!” They shared a laugh between them before Nick’s eyes adjusted to the brightened room and they fell once more upon the box.

Judy sauntered over to what had captured her police partner’s attention so completely. “So what’s in the big, bad box?” she asked.

Nick tapped upon it with his index claw three times. A dull thud sounded that was typical of cardboardus storagus. He leaned his slender frame back as if it would vault into the air and attack them, but it stayed put. “No clue," he said, "Mom dropped it off this morning with a note.”

Nick drew a folded yellow sticky note from his shirt pocket and held it out to Judy, still mesmerized in his gaze. Taking the note, she unfurled it and took in Mrs. Wilde’s charming penmanship:

“Found this while spring cleaning and figured I’d give back what’s yours. ❤️ u, Mom.”

Judy bent down and drew a finger across the top of the box. “And you have no idea what’s in here?” she said, studying the dust bunny born upon it.

“I took all my stuff with me when I moved out. The important stuff, anyway.” Nick took a long, deep sniff of the box and suddenly, his nose crinkled and his eyes watered. He threw his head back and buried it in his elbow with the force of a loud sneeze. “Sorry,” he said, clearing his throat, “I’m allergic to eau du attic- dander, mildew and stale dreams.”

Judy watched the dust bunny float away upon the breeze of the air conditioner. “At least there’s no asbestos,” she remarked before snapping her fingers. “I’ll get a knife and we’ll crack this baby open!”

As she turned away, Nick held out his hand as if to stop traffic. “Ah bu bu buh!”Judy halted in her tracks and turned back to him. “Let’s treat this with some reverence here. I could be revealing a side to Nick Wilde that even he forgot about.” Judy’s foot started to tap upon the floor, the mark of her waning patience. “Besides…” Nick continued, gesturing with his other hand to his pawtips. “Trimmed as they are, these are still nature’s best box cutters.”

Judy huffed and returned to the box. “Does seeing me keel over from suspense give you a weird kick or something?”

Nick’s grin grew wider. “It does. 100%.” With that, he poked his claw through the plastic tape and drew it along the ridge, slicing through with barely any effort. Judy placed her hands on her knees as Nick dug his paw under the box flap and wrenched one open, then the other.

Nick and Judy gasped in unison. Revealed to the pair was a neatly folded forest green shirt with crisp brown buttons. Red embroidery along the top of the chest pocket spelled out “Nicholas Wilde.”

“Is this…?” said Judy lightly.

Nick lifted the shirt out by the collar and as it unfolded itself into full view, it all made sense. Vivid memories from a simpler time were unlocked in his mind, memories of a simpler optimism that was easy to understand, and he was only now gaining back. “Guess I left some kithood heirlooms behind,” he confirmed with a warm, nostalgic smile.

Judy approached slowly and took hold of the sleeve, rubbing the crisp cotton between her fingers. The only creases on the uniform were from the careful folds the shirt had been entombed in, the mark of a uniform only worn once before being packed away along with the associated trauma.

“The way I see it now,” said Nick, a gravity in his voice that didn’t often appear, “I might not’ve met you if I hadn’t gone to that meeting, and Nick from a year ago would slap me silly for saying that. You hear that, Ranger shirt? You found your pack.”

Judy begged her voice not to warble with emotion as she asked, “When did the cynical city fox get to be so sentimental?”

Nick answered her question with a question. “Can I blame you for that too, Carrots?”

Judy wore pride across her face. “You can lock me up for that.”

“Heh, maybe later.” Nick reached into his back pocket and pulled out the kerchief that had made that pocket home. With a twist of his wrist, he reunited the red cloth with the collar it was made for, and laid the shirt gently on Judy’s lilac bedspread. “For now,” he remarked, wiping his paws upon each other, “what say we dig for some treasure?”

Judy had already buried her head in the box, with only half of her ears sticking out of the opening. Nick thought it was super cute, but he wouldn’t say that out loud. “Ooh, CDs!” she exclaimed, pulling her and a stack of plastic cases out. “I haven’t seen these in years!”

“Must be some bands I listened to in school,” said Nick, before smoothing his head fur back and crossing his arms. “I warn you, I was a bad boy.”

Judy sifted through the album covers and confirmed Nick’s statement. “Splashing Pumpkins, Stoat Temple Pilots, Guns ’n Rodents?” Judy said with a chuckle. “I can see the leather and sunglasses now.”

Nick squatted once again to peer into the box as Judy read the back of a CD. “I left the leather behind, Carrots. The sunglasses, though- Whoa!” Alarm bells sounded in Nick’s brain as he spotted a particular CD he’d forgotten about and before he could think rationally, he fell upon the box top, covering the contents from view with his entire torso.

“Nick!” Judy exclaimed at the tod’s extreme and lightning-quick reaction. His eyes were wide and the inside of his ears were tinged with pink. “What are you doing?”

Nick cleared his throat and his calm, cool demeanor returned, eyes half-lidded and smile smug. “Oh, look at the time! Shouldn’t you be in bed, young lady?”

That shifty misdirection used to work on her but practice made perfect her intolerance for it. “Nice try, Slick. What’cha hiding?” She grabbed Nick’s arm and tried to pull him off. The fox was pretending to be an anvil upon the box, and he was just as effective by not budging an inch.

“Nothing,” said, his voice a timbre higher than usual. “Just the usual Dr. Sneuss books. Seen one, seen ‘em all!”

“Very funny. We’re almost done!” Judy grunted, now resorting to pushing Nick off of his perch.

Nick remained as steadfast a lump as he could. “If I tell you, you promise not to laugh?” he said.

Judy was putting her back into it now and could feel her effort being rewarded. “Nick, I promise!”

Nick doubted he could remain for much longer. Judy was beginning to tip him. “A-and you promise I won’t hear about it from Wolford tomorrow?”

“Ranger’s honor,” she strained with a final heave before Nick splayed out onto the floor and the box flipped onto its side with him.

Scrambling up to his knees, he overturned the box upon its spilling contents, hiding them from view. “Don’t play with the Junior Ranger vows, Carrots,” Nick implored, his outstretched finger punctuating his words, “You’re entering solemn territory here.”

Judy groaned half-jokingly. “Nick, I promise you whatever childhood guilty pleasure you’re hiding isn’t worth this, but I’ll guard it with my life, on my badge.”

Nick leaned in towards Judy, eyes narrowing. “Say that again, pretend I’m Chief Buffalo Butt.”

Judy straightened her posture and saluted the fox. “On my badge, sir.”

“Good work, Hopps,” said Nick in his best Chief Bogo voice. She wasn’t going to let this go so it was time to rip the bandage off. With a deep breath in and out, he said in his normal voice, “You win. I’ll tell ya.”

“Yeah? What is it?”

“There was a time, brief, mind you, when I was into…” With a gulp, Nick lifted the box and tossed it to the side to reveal a pile of colorful merchandise. Silence hung between them as Judy watched the pile spread out onto the floor.

There were ticket stubs, three CDs, some teenage magazines and plenty of postcards and posters. The commonality between every item was the same five handsome canines looking at the camera longingly, wearing only the best clothes that deserved to be left in the era they came from. Her eyes shifted around as she took in the sight and her nose twitched. Her mind’s eye was immediately transported back to a certain era long since laid dormant.

“Pack Street Boys?” asked Judy, no discernible tone affecting her voice.

“Yup, Pack Street Boys,” Nick answered in kind. Judy picked up a CD and studied it without a word, turning it over in her hands. The canines were standing in all-white outfits, coral blue streaks emerging from a white ball of light behind them. “Millennium” in a futuristic font graced the center.

The growing gnawing in Nick’s stomach threatened to break his poker face. “…Fluff?”

Judy looked at him, her face unreadable. “That’s all?”

“Uh, yeah, that’s all.”

After a moment, she broke the tension. “That’s actually super cute.” Judy’s face turned into a sly smile as Nick stammered and threw his arms into wild gestures. The bunny giggled, knowing that was far from the reaction he was expecting, and that the fox formerly known as Slick Nick was so rarely tongue-tied like this.

“S-so, I’m not allowed to call you that, but you get a free pass on me?” he exclaimed. “That’s so unfair!”

“It’s a rabbit thing,” she said, cocking her hip and holding out the CD. “I’ll take it back if you tell me how a Fur Fighters kid finds his way to the Pack Street Boys.”

Nick rolled his eyes, snatching it from her. “It wasn’t hard, they were everywhere, but I did have help, Carrots. I…dated a vixen in high school who was super into them and she hooked me in too, not that I let any of my classmates find out.”

“That’s a hustle I’m not even sure you could pull off,” Judy sassed.

Nick leaned in. “And you know this how?”

“Personal experience. In high school. With my sister’s boyfriend.” Judy crouched down to investigate the rest of the merch. “That’s a story for another time.”

Nick hopped up on the bed and set the CD next to him. “Well, Fluff, for some guys, the thin veil of masculinity they project is all they have. Now I’m not saying I'm like your sister’s boyfriend, but I like to keep mine intact-“

Judy squealed as he waved two posters in Nick’s face. The fox yipped and fell  back at the sudden intrusion in his personal space. “You had tour posters?!” she yelled, “Plural?! This is awesome!”

Nick could feel the cold sweat gather along every inch of his back. “Aaaaaand the veil is torn.”

“Dramatic much?” Judy asked, tugging Nick upright and off her bed by his arm. “Liking a boy band is not a crime, Nick. Heck, I was into them back then too.”

Nick rubbed the back of his neck. “You, who they were specifically marketed to?”

“I liked ‘em, foxy!”

Both Nick and Judy startled themselves off their feet at the piercing voice of Judy’s neighbor through the wall. Nick clutched at his heart as Judy tried to catch her breath. “Bucky!” she said, “how…nice of you to join us.”

“Lots of guys like Pack Street Boys! Ask Pronk!”

“I liked 85 Degrees, you dunce!” shouted the other Oryx-Antlerson.

“You say that to be different. I know the truth!” Bucky countered.

“What? That you can’t tell real singers from some pretty boys?”

“Oh, shut up!”

“No, YOU shut up!”

Nick knew he couldn’t hide the flabbergasted sag on his features. A year on the straight and narrow tended to do that to all good small-time con-mammals who relied on masking their true feelings for the sake of the hustle.

He turned to Judy, eyes widening. “And you deal with this every night?”

“At this point, I can’t fall asleep without it.”

“The city’s corrupted you, bunny.”

The two returned to their feet as Bucky and Pronk’s bickering easily slid into the background. “Thanks for sharing that with me, Nick,” said Judy.

“Thanks for not being weird about it,” said Nick, beginning to bring order to the mess they made of the box’s contents. “Interest didn’t last, though, probably just like Pack Street.”

Judy paused. “Huh?”

“Didn’t all those boy bands fizzle out, Fluff?”

Judy took Nick’s arm again and led him to her desk. “Nick Wilde, I’m about to blow your mind.” She ran to her phone and looked up a video on the trip back to her desk. Finding it on ZooTube, she propped the phone upon the desk lamp so they could both see.

Nick’s ear twitched as he read the title of the video: “Pack Street Boys Live DNA Tour Sept 16, 2017.”

“Huh,” he said, eyebrow raised in surprise, “Pack Street’s back, are they?”

“Back?” Judy asked as the crowd on the other side of the phone roared, “They never left!”

+++

Judy and Nick were the last ones into the ZPD’s bullpen the next morning. The harsh fluorescent lighting above them was a stark contrast to the warm welcoming tones of Precinct One’s cavernous atrium lobby, but the lively chatter of all the other officers seated inside more than made up for it.

Judy had a skip in her step as they made their way to the front. “Ready to make the world a better place, partner?” she said.

Nick looked down at her through his mirror aviators. “I’ll tell ya when I reach the bottom of my Snarlbucks.”

“Venti’s for the big guys, Wilde,” came the gruff voice of officer Grizzoli. “Hope I won’t see you bouncing off the walls today.”

“That’s nothing!” said Judy as they took their shared seat in front of the dark-colored podium. “Usually he has a double shot in it.”

Nick gave her a look as Grizzoli and a few other officers laughed as much as they could for how early in the morning it was.

Suddenly, everyone in attendance was drawn to alertness by the cry of officer Higgins. “TEN-HUT!”

The door to the right swung open and Chief Bogo entered the bullpen to the thunderous roars of all officers present. The sturdily-built cape buffalo was dressed in the same crisp blue uniform as his subordinates but carried with him an unshakeable authority that no one else could match. The animalistic shouting and pounding of the desks tapered off somewhat as he stepped behind the podium and set a manilla folder upon it.

“Alright, shut it!” he commanded for good measure, and the officers quieted and returned to their seats. Bogo removed his reading glasses from his collar and set them upon his snout. “For once,” he addressed to his cops, “the city has been rather quiet lately, but don’t take that as an excuse to rest on your laurels. Each of you is a bastion of peace and order in Zootopia, so I expect you all to keep a sharp eye and ear out. Now, assignments…” Bogo opened the folder and took out the first page. “Fangmeyer, Delgato, you’ve got the Rainforest District. Take extra-strength ponchos today. Grizzoli, Snarlov? Tundratown. McHorn and Wolfard, detective Simms has work for you both.” His eyes drew down to the two officers directly opposite him. “Hopps, Wilde?”

Judy straightened her posture and Nick moved his shades to the top of his head, giving the chief their full attention.

“You’ve been specially requested to report to Zootennial Stadium at 0900 for a special assignment.” He rolled his eyes before dragging his next words out. “NDAs are in place per the client’s request, so the details are here for you.” Bogo took the manila folder in his hand and gently tossed it upon their desk. The fox and bunny followed it with curious eyes as it landed in front of them. “If I hear about this from anyone, parking duty for a month. If I hear about it from Clawhauser…” Bogo narrowed his eyes at the two cops in front of him. “I take your badges from your cold, lifeless bodies.”

Nick and Judy shrunk back and gulped simultaneously. Whether or not the chief was serious, they didn’t want to find out.

“Right, that’s all,” the chief concluded. “Hit the streets!”

The reverent silence was immediately replaced by chairs squealing and bodies hustling toward the door, off to their duties for the day.

+++

“Special assignment?” Nick questioned as they made their way across the atrium to the garage. “Wanna bet he’s blowing smoke up our tails?”

“You’ll lose, Nick,” said Judy, sauntering ahead to shoulder the metal door open. “Whoever we’re dealing with really cares about security.”

Nick turned the file over and shrugged as the two approached the cruiser marked Z-240. “Unless it’s the mayor and another city-crumbling conspiracy, I’m not holding my breath.”

Judy hopped in with one effortless jump. “Taking this job seriously isn’t too much to ask, Nick.”

Once inside with doors promptly shut tight, Nick set the file on the center console between them. “That’s what you’re here for,” he said with a grin.

Judy scoffed, sticking her tongue out at him. She grabbed the file with both paws and studied their instructions. “You have been specially requested to be the security detail at an important press conference for the PACK STREET BOYS!” Her voice rose into a high squeal as she read the name and excitement boiled over.

Nick’s face sunk into bewilderment. “Am…am I being punk’d? Are you in on this, Carrots?”

“See for yourself!” Judy slapped the sheet of paper against his chest and balled her fists up in anticipation. “I don’t believe this! We’re actually gonna meet them! This is already the best day ever!”

Nick nodded slowly. Rediscovering a long lost phase of his youth and then working security for the epicenter of that moment in time? What could Nick say about it? “It’s…a day, I’ll give you that much.” Settling his eyes onto the paper, he wondered about their contact while Judy chattered about how her younger self would kick her in jealousy. “Production Manager Ms. Amber Whiting-” Nick read then choked. “WHAT?!”

Judy yelped in surprise. “Nick, what the heck?”

Without addressing her, Nick hastily threw the paper upon the console and pawed around for the provided pictures. He flipped through them frantically until he revealed the soft slender face of an arctic vixen with only the collar of her pantsuit visible. “Well, I’ll be a monkey’s uncle…”

“I’ll…disregard that borderline offensive statement,” Judy dismissed, placing paws on her hips. “What’s got your tail in a twist?”

He slowly turned to face Judy and showed her the photo, his bewilderment turned to resigned shock. “Carrots, you remember that vixen I told you about last night? The one who got me into Pack Street?”

Judy took the photo from him. “Yeah, what about her?”

Nick slumped in his seat. “She’s one of our contacts. She works for ‘em!”

Judy’s eyes widened and her mouth dropped open. “Oh, wow.”

“Now you see what I’m wrestling with here,” said Nick with a sigh.

Judy peered at her partner, then at the photo once more before placing it back in the file and moving the folder to the dash. “Come on, Nick! Sure, she’s your ex and you probably haven’t seen each other in years, but it won’t be that awkward. I mean, it’s not like you dumped her at the prom or anything, right?” Judy inserted the car key, expecting another trademark Nick snark but when none came, her hand froze where it was.

“Right?” she repeated.

Turning back to Nick, she saw him rubbing the bridge of his nose. He could not hide the guilt across his snout with his usual unbothered demeanor. Judy chuckled in amazement as her paw turned the key on its own. The engine rumbled and roared to life as she too leaned back in her seat. “I can’t believe it.”

“What, Carrots?” Nick asked in a tiny voice. “That fate is a cruel mistress?”

Judy released the parking brake and smirked at Nick, a reflection of his own patented demeanor. “I can’t believe I’m driving you to your funeral.”

Nick loosed a pained groan as Judy pulled out of their space and into the light of the morning.

[muses-of-the-memory]

"You betcha. Walt Disney started his dream October 16, 1923. The animators and writers should be proud. If only these walls could talk... Speaking of..." I spoke as I take a peek into the studios and see Mickey Mouse moving in a frame of Mickey's Birthday.

"Psst! Tink! Tink... You there?" Mickey whispered to the tinker fairy who comes out. "Is this it? They all gone?" He asked to the fairy who nods. "C'mon Minnie! This is it! And look, our friend" He said bringing his girlfriend out of the frame. "Let's get the gang." Minnie spoke as she began to shout with her signature. "Yoo-hoo!"

"That's the signal." Tiana spoke coming out of her frame from The Princess and the Frog. "C'mon y'all. It's picture time." She said to fellow Disney characters. "That's tonight?" Pinocchio the wooden boy asked. "It's now." Tiana spoke. "A 100-year group photo, and the sun's going down, so let's hop to it." Judy Hopps, a police officer from Zootopia said coming out with her fox partner, Nick Wilde. "Oh, a bunny pun. Kinda like that." Nick spoke as Louis the horn playing gator comes out, surprising Nick.

@the-world-hopper

Celebrating 100 Years of Disney

@the-world-hopper

PJ Mills was taking Lucas with him to see the Walt Disney Studios to celebrate 100 years of Walt Disney magic that his films have given. He lands the Sky Bison outside as he lands on the ground.

"Here we are, Lucas... The Walt Disney Studios." I said to Lucas showing him the Walt Disney Studios.

"Can you believe it's been 100 years that Walt Disney had made his dream here?"

[samandmaxfan]

The Great Zootopian Detectives

What if the great mouse detective helped Judy and Nick on their night howler adventure? How would things change? Let’s find out!

I OWN NOTHING, NADA, NOTHING AT ALL!! THIS IT JUST FOR FUN!!!

MAJOR SPOILERS FOR ZOOTOPIA

CHAPTER 1: Young Youth

“Fear, treachery, blood-lust.”

A bunny ran through the jungle, afraid of every waking moment,

“Thousands of years ago, these were the forces that ruled our world. A world where prey were scared of predators. And predators had an uncontrollable, biological urge to maim and maul,”

The young rabbit stopped and drank some water, unknownst to her that a tiger was stalking her slow but fast enough when-

“AHHH!!!”

The young rabbit screamed when a tiger pounced on her,

“Blood! Blood! Blood,” she started to milk it as she ran out of string and grabbed ketchup “And death!”

The bunny squeezed the ketchup one more time for dramatic effect, which none seemed to care for or were disgusted by, then she got up,

“Back then the world was divided in two, vicious predator,” The young tiger hisses, “and meek prey.” The rabbit dropped her ears and put her hand over her heart.

Just then, two boxes, one named viscous (vicious) predator and the other, meek prey, came out of the top of the stage and they went into it as a sheep danced around. When the boxes lifted they were all in a white robes,

“But over time, we evolved and looked beyond our primitive savage ways.” the rabbit says as the sheep pops a noisemaker, then the rabbit and tiger hold hands “Now, predator and prey live in harmony and every young mammal has multitudinous opportunities”

The sheep walked closer to the edge of the stage. “Yeah, I don’t have to cower in a herd anymore,” she took off her robe. “Instead, I could be an astronaut!” The crowd cheered, then the tiger walked forward and started to talk in a robotic voice because he was sort of scared “I don’t have to be a lonely hunter anymore,” takes off robe revealing to have a suit and tie, “today I can hunt for tax exemptions; I’m gonna be an actuary”

“And I’m gonna make the world a better place, I’m gonna be…” She takes off her robe “…a police officer!” Her mother an father look at each other in a worrisome manner

“Ha! A bunny cop! That’s the most stupidest thing I’ve ever heard!” a young fox laughs to his friend who was a ferret as the rabbit puts on her hat,

“Although it may seem impossible to small minds,” she looks over at that fox “I’m talking to you Gideon Grey,” then looks away when he scowls at her “but, just two-hundred and eleven miles away,” the jungle backdrop leaves and incomes a colorful cardboard city with the words ‘Zootopia’ on top of it, “stands the great city of Zootopia, were our ancestors first joined together in peace and declared,” the tiger and sheep grabbed a banner “That anyone can be ANYTHING!” and all the mammals cheered.

After the show had ended, Stu and Bonnie Hopps decided to try to change their daughters future plans, not to discourage her, now they still love her the same as all of her 125 brothers and sisters, but they thought that being a police officer would be very complicated, especially if you're the first rabbit cop.

Ever.

“Judy, have you ever wondered how your mom and me got to be so darn happy?” Stu asked his nine year old daughter,

“Nope!” The rabbit, Judy, said as if they just asked her if she wanted to go on a ride again, but Stu still continued, “Well, we gave up on our dreams and we settled, right, Bon?” He looked over at his wife, “Oh, yes, that’s right, Stu. We settled hard.”

“See? That’s the beauty of complacency, Jude. If you never try anything new, you’ll never fail!” But Judy still wouldn't budge on her opinion,

“I like trying, actually” She told her parents as she jumped on a haystack, Bonnie sighs and tries something else, “What your father means, hun, is that it’s gonna be difficult, impossible even, for you to become a police officer.”

“Right! There’s never been a bunny cop,” her husband said

“No!” agreed his wife,

“Bunnies don’t do that.”

“Never!”

“Never.”

Judy started to walk slower, indicating that she was sad or thinking, or even both.

“Oh,” She said, lowering her head for a second before lifting it again, “then I’ll have to be the first one! Because,” She jumped “I’m gonna,” She did a backflip and struck a pose “make the world a better place!”

“Or, uh, heck, you know, if you want to talk about making the world a better place, no better way then becoming a carrot farmer.” her father tried

“Yes! Your dad, me, your 125 brothers and sisters, we’re changing the world!”

“Yeah!”

“One carrot at a time!”

But Judy stopped paying attention to what they were saying when she saw two sheep one of her sisters and a mouse go to an area with no one and a certain fox and ferret follow them, so she ran in their direction and hid behind a line of hay,

The mouse was the only one who stood up to the bully the most “You can’t have our tickets!” He yelled but Gideon paid very little mind to what the mouse was saying “What are you gonna do, pipsqueak? Fight me? I’m much larger than you and you know it!" "That's to say the least,” The mouse said with a smirk on his face,

“Hey!” The fox was clearly offended by this and picked up the mouse and held him in a way where his hands were stuck and his legs were dangling, “The. Tickets. Are. Mine!”

“Over my dead body” Even if the mouse was at a clear disadvantage, he wouldn’t quit without a fight, so the fox laugh and was about to through the young mouse on the ground when Judy interfered:

“Stop!”

Gideon looked over at the bunny in a cop costume

"Oh look who it is, the bunny cop here to save her useless friends!” The fox laughed as he gave the mouse to the ferret, who was now squirming to get out of the ferret’s grip and failed.

“Kindly return my friends’ tickets,” she told him

“Sure, but where are you gonna find them? They ain’t in my hand or Travis” Gideon laughed, but the mouse wouldn’t let him get away with this,

“They’re in his pocket!” He yelled, and the fox, annoyed and confused, looked over at him.

“How do you know that? You never saw it happen!”

“Your pocket is opened outwards more stretched than it should be, and the long rectangular pattern your pocket has near the middle, indicates that the tickets are in that pocket!” The mouse said as everyone when quiet, staring in disbelief, he was right. The mouse was so busy fighting the fox and, yet was still able to observe all this.

“Well then, I’ll finish you later,” He said as he looked over at the small mouse who was still stuck in Travis’ hand, “but right now if our little bunny pal wants her tickets back, she’ll have to come and get them! But watch out! ‘Cause like you said in your stupid little stage play, us predators used to eat prey, and our killer instinct is still in our denah!” Gideon told the now scared Judy, but Travis interfered that moment, “Umm, I’m pretty sure it’s pronounced D-N-A.” But the fox looked over at the ferret in annoyance, “Don’t tell me what I know Travis!” Gideon yelled looking back at Judy,

“You don’t scare me Gideon!” she yelled before being pushed to the ground, the free animals ran and hid,

“Scared now?” He asked, smirking. The young bunny started to breathe faster, and Travis laughed “Look at her nose twitch, she is scared!” But the mouse wouldn't have it, he kicked Travis right between the vein and bone on his paw, in pain Travis dropped the mouse. Just then Gideon grabbed the mouse, “Oh you two don’t know when to quit do you?” He asked holding the mouse up high, “This is what happens when you mess with me,” He told the mouse as he scraped Judy on the cheek with his claw, he heard the screams of the other animals, then he looked over at Judy “I want you to remember this moment you think that you ever be anything more than just a stupid, carrot-farming dumb bunny!” He yelled in Judy’s face before leaving,

“Judy you ok?” Yelled one of the sheep

“Yeah,” she said holding up their tickets,

“Wow you got our tickets back!” the sheep exclaimed in happiness,

“Your awesome Judy,” Said the other, Judy smiled as she said “I couldn't have done it alone,” She looked over at the mouse, “Say, I’ve never truly met you before,” she told him as he turned to look at her, “what's your name?”

“Basil,” he said, “Basil of Baker Street.”

I WOULD LOVE FEEDBACK!!! THIS IS MY FIST FANFIC AND IM VERY PROUD OF IT, AND IF I GET LOTS OF LIKES AND/OR COMPLEMENTS I’LL DEFINITELY CONTINUE IT, IF NOT, I MIGHT CONTINUE IT!!

[aricampos16]

Zootopia Edit

[harmonyloveangels1990]

Open Mind Control RP (Male, Female, or Futa only)

Judy Hopps went undercover dressed as a school girl in order to help lure out a dangerous criminal. One that was hunting down other female species and violating them. Leaving the poor girls knocked out and without any memories of what happened. Judy is hoping to do this quietly with minimal surveillance.

Unaware your muse, who has the ability to control minds, erase what ever happened to prevent any eyewitnesses. They used their abilities to find out about this sting operation. And would need to lure Judy towards a festival, where a large crowd will make it hard for her team to see her. Allowing our muse a chance to have their fun with the bunny cop, before wiping her memory of what happened.

"Hold on...I think I spot the suspect. They're heading into the crowd. I'm going in," said Judy as she begins following who she believes is the suspect.

((from joaoppereiraus on Tumblr))

((Have some fun breaking her, while can be an older male/female or even shota, either one works))

[wolfdykeviolet]

Broke: Judy Hopps is a hear me out, bunny girl

Woke: Judy Hopps is NOT a hear me out, ya basic

Bespoke: Judy Hopps IS a hear me out, not because she's a bunny, but because she's a fucking COP

[pagerunner-j]

So I've been trying to catch up a bit on the 13th Doctor episodes I missed the first time around (which is to say all of them, barring some highlights clips), and it's just...

Oh, boy, is it not working for me. I wish it were. It's not. The crackle and the excitement's just gone. Even the arrangement of the theme song sounds weirdly noncommittal. And at least here at the start, the Doctor's suddenly apologetic and uncertain in a way I'm not loving -- and sure, it's post-regeneration, things are weird, and it's not like previous incarnations haven't pulled the "I'm so, so sorry" routine a time or twelve (or thirty-six), so maybe I'm reacting a little too strongly to it. But at the same time, it used to sound more like sorrow over inevitable tragedy, and here it's heavy on "she's really on the back foot here," and like she needs the sort of talks I used to get from my therapist about why I shouldn't apologize so much. I really gotta wonder about what motivated that to happen the instant she became a woman. And I also want to side-eye a few people about it. A lot.

Meanwhile, I'm not getting a whole lot out of the companions either, and I think I stopped being able to take any of this seriously the moment I realized what was bugging me about Yaz: this character is basically Judy Hopps from Zootopia, but without the personality. I mean, come on. Brand-new cop, wants to do something more exciting and meaningful than things like parking disputes, suddenly gets swept up into something WAY bigger indeed...? She's Judy fucking Hopps. But Judy had verve. She practically bounced off the screen. (No bunny puns intended.) I'm not getting anything here from Yaz but vague uncertainty and then just going along with it. Not a great start. And in the back of my head there's a sardonic voice asking, "And from this a ship was born? ...how?!"

*pitches head back, complains plaintively to the skies* I wanted to like this!

Sigh. Anyway. There's a couple episodes in this season I feel like I should watch, but I've got zero motivation to do it right now and it pains me. I just kinda want to go rewatch older episodes again. Sorry, Jodie.

[stinkyhyena9000]

Nick Wilde should be a detective

Okay so like I'm going crazy over this so I'm finally gonna make a post about it. Nick Wilde should've been a detective instead of a cop. And that's not just my disdain for cops talking.

First off, he sees in person the incompetence and asshollery of the ZPD's police force. Him and Judy manage to find all 14 missing mammal cases that the (seemingly) entire police force was already trying to find but to no avail.

Additionally, Chief Bogo literally insults him in front of his face! In this scene, Chief Bogo says "Do you think I'm going to believe a fox?".

LITERALLY NICK WILDE'S WHOLE TRAUMA IS THAT HE WAS SEEN AS UNTRUSTWORTHY BECAUSE HE'S A FOX. CHIEF BOGO IS LITERALLY HIS BOSS AS A COP.

One more thing: I really don't think he would've been able to pass in the police academy. From what we've seen, it clearly is made for large mammals, and Judy was only able to get through due to her smarts and bunny agility.

(Then again I wouldn't be surprised if they made Nick exempt from the actual training, even though they really shouldn't. The ZPD would though cuz they suck like that)

Now moving onto why he should specifically be a detective:

First of all, we see Nick and Judy do detective work throughout the entire movie, so that field of expertise wouldn't exactly be alien. Especially with his criminal knowledge and great sense of smell, I think he'd be fantastic at it, actually.

If Nick Wilde was a detective, it would also allow him to work alongside Judy Hopps, even though they aren't both police officers, and I think that's very important to our loverboy over here. (Honestly if you ask me, he only became a cop to be with Judy)

Adding onto this, there's also some really cute official art that'd support him being a detective, like come on.

(from: The Stinky Cheese Caper and Other Cases from the ZPD Files)

Anyways, I hope y'all enjoyed my ramble. I could go on just to talk further on why I hate the ZPD, but yeah. Judy gets a pass cuz that's her special interest and she was willing to give it up at one point, but she's on very thin ice with me about it.

[aceofshitposts]

rewatching zootopia with xi and once again angry that bellweather chose to shoot nick instead of judy

THINK ABOUT IT

she'd trapped them both in the pit. if she shot judy and judy went nuts, she would either kill nick or nick would be forced to killer her to save his life

and then what happens? bellweather gets to tell the news that this vicious fox killed judy hopps the star cop. and what's this? nick can still talk? is still acting civilized.

it would effectively destroy every predators credibility! it could be anyone you know!!!

and it would totally play on judy's proclivity for the dramatics if she got to play the crazy bunny

BUT NOOO SHE SHOT NICKKKK IN THE MOST OBVIOUS MOVE EEEEVVVEEEER