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I'm tempted to make this into a one-shot. Anyone agree?

Imagine...

…being a part of the ZPD and having a major crush on Chief Bogo, but never telling him, because he is prey and you are predator.

(not my gif)

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Dating Chief Bogo Would Include…

…being an agent at the ZPD, seeing as the chief never leaves his office unless it is to go sleep in his bed – sometimes, he even does that at his desk – and there wouldn’t have been another way to have met him.

…being the complete opposite of him, shy and humble, until you realize he’s not taking care of his health and you make an entire one-eighty.

…those late-night shifts, where you take an extra trip to the department to give Bogo some of your home-made dinners.

…the ability to change his decision or behavior by a single look whenever you think he is being unfair to his men.

…the occasional moment of forcing him out of his office to either go home or to go with the rest of the department to a party, telling him it is good to relax or make friends, even if you, yourself, are too shy to do the same thing.

…being the only one who is allowed to call him Bogo instead of Chief, and always hearing a gushing squeal in the distance when you do so, which sounded like Clawhauser.

…never minding Clawhauser’s gushing, because he was the one who got you two together in the first place by shipping you together since the moment you were transferred to the ZPD.

…always telling him to be careful and that he’s not allowed to get hurt when he leaves on a solo mission that you’re not allowed to go on.

…running to him whenever he gets back from a dangerous assignment, telling him he’s never allowed to go again, even if you know that’s not going to happen – it is his job, after all, and he loves his job.

…being even more of a Gazelle lover than him and joining him at every single one of her concerts.

…happily massaging his stiff shoulders whenever you see him overworking and when you’re sure no one is around, knowing he doesn’t want to show affection in public and wants to stay professional, given that you work under him.

…playing with his ears whenever you’re bored or being ignored by him, which he’d command for you to stop, even if you can clearly see he likes it – maybe a bit too much, in fact.

…him sometimes getting frustrated with his work to the point where you force it away from him, lock his office door, and command him to stop – he’d know where you were going and would tell you it wasn’t a good time, nor appropriate, but as soon as you’d unwelcomely straddle his lap and pull him in for a kiss, he’d keep quiet.

…animals calling you Mrs. Chief as a joke from time to time, even before Chief Bogo finally asked you to be his wife; since then, that’s the only thing they’ve called you, because you obviously said yes. 

…all the officers secretly knowing about the rare but occasional moments of intimacy you two have had around the ZPD, but no one teasing you about it or even bringing it up – that is, until Nick arrived.

(Requested by anon. Not my gif.)

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How about a dating Cheif Bogo wouod include?

YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAS~!!! My love is getting some love! This is SO added to The List!! THANK YOU~!!!!

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Imagine...

...if Bellwether visited Bunnyburrow when she was still a lamb and that Lionheart’s mistreatment of her was not her motivation for her uprising against predators, but was actually because of something much more... “romantic” in nature.

Requested by: Anon

Ship: Sharla x Bellwether

Words: 1, 509 (Way longer than intended.)

Drabble  ↓ ↓

Years after the events which shook Zootopia and the relationship between prey and predator, animals still spoke of the orchestrations of one sheep – Bellwether. They often theorized and thought about what made her “go off the rails” and do what she did, but never could figure it out. When ZPD spoke to her family, they all agreed that her sinister behavior began long before she was chosen as the mayor’s assistant and when she was still a ewe lamb, so their initial thought of it being because of the mayor’s behavior towards her was shattered. ZPD – mostly Judy – attempted time and time again to question Bellwether and find her reasons, maybe even reduce her sentence after she went through a honest retention for her actions and apologized, but she never budged and grew unbreakably silent as soon as the subject was brought up, lowering her head almost bashfully.

 And yet, because no one was killed or seriously injured in her escapade, and because a sheep’s lifespan drags no longer than 20 years, which was a record in sheep history, Bellwether was released from her cell after seven years of paying for her actions. The exceptions to her early release were simple: she was to live in Bunnyburrow for the next two years, stay away from all outside communications, and be fitted with an ankle monitor during her stay there. After all, it was Judy Hopps who finally made Bellwether understand that not all predators are savages, so even if she merely succeeded in making Bellwether tolerate them, ZPD knew the bunny cop had an impact on the sheep’s behavior.

 Bellwether understood that, but after a week of adjusting to the new environment, she still found herself scowling down at the beeping device on her ankle every few minutes, the sound nauseatingly annoying. Yet, she knew she couldn’t be bothered. Groaning, she tore her green eyes away and shifted them back onto the newspaper in front of her, shifting uncomfortably in her seat.

“Four carrots please.” A bunny, one of what seemed to be millions, requested.

“Four carrots.” Bellwether repeated out of routine, placed the requested carrots onto the clean paper, rolled it up, took payment, and handed the supplies over. After only a week, the sheep felt as if she could do her work in her sleep, and yet, she oddly enjoyed it.

“Oh, Dawn,” Mrs Hopps interrupted, however, “I can take over for a while; you can go take a look at the rest of the festival if you like.”

As much as Bellwether enjoyed her new job, and not just compared to her previous one, she quickly shot upright in her chair and nodded enthusiastically, her thick glasses hopping on her nose and her wool wildly bobbing back and forth. “Thank you, Mrs Hopps!” She called over her shoulder, already making her way down the dirt road. After a long day of work, she was even more excited to visit the old festival again. She was still a lamb when her mother took her to Bunnyburrow for a day to see their annual festivities, but of course, she knew her mother couldn’t recall – it felt like forever ago.

“Stop it Gideon!”

Bellwether instantly froze, her mouth growing dry and her skin growing pale underneath her wool – she recognized that voice.

“No point’n sayin’ that, Sharla; ya know that.”

Bellwether frantically searched the crowd of strangers and bunnies, but to her horror, no one budged to help, not even Judy, who was a mere ten feet away. Instantly, Bellwether’s face broke into a scowl. I won’t let this happen again, she screamed inwardly, and she couldn’t! With agile hooves, she pushed through the crowed and dashed out behind the caravans, grabbing a thick stick from the ground along the way and hoisting it above her head to attack. “Leave her alone, you sava-“ She hollered a warrior’s cry in her run, but as soon as she reached the argument, her words escaped her. In bewilderment and underneath the laugh of another sheep, Bellwether once again halted in disbelief, the wooden club slipping from her hooves and colliding with the grass behind her in a loud thud.

In front of her, shoving each other playfully in the midst of laughs and giggles, Gideon Grey and Sharla Woolworth were fighting over a bowl of flower and eggs, the first trying to add more milk while the other tried saving the dough from mutiny. “We have enough milk in it!” Sharla insisted, but Gideon recoiled, “Again, no point’n arguin’, Sharla – ya know I’m right.”

No surprise to a bewildered Bellwether, they were already both coated in flour.

 “Bellwether!?” Sharla finally exclaimed in delighted shock when she noticed the company, a goofy grin pulling at her natural overbite – she didn’t even care to notice the fact that Gideon took her distraction as an opportunity to add more milk, but of course…

“Oh sweet cheese an’ crackers,” Gideon gaped down at the useless mixture, “Ya where right! I’ll be right back!”

Riddled with nerves, Bellwether actually wanted to command Gideon to stay and not leave the two of them alone, but she couldn’t move. Of all things that could happen to her on the day of the festival, she ran into the one sheep who allowed her to enjoy it the first time she was there – the sheep that was the cause for Bellwether’s entire uprising against the predator community in the first place. But now, she thought, dread flooding in, she’s friends with the same fox that attacked her? She wondered how it was possible after how Gideon treated her as a lamb, but she couldn’t give herself an answer – she was too occupied with the fact that her entire scheme was pointless.

“Bellwether?”

She wondered if Sharla hated her, too.

“…Bellwether?”

It would make sense if she truly befriended a fox of all things.

“Dawn!”

 Bellwether was suddenly ripped back into reality with a small yelp and forced to notice the black sheep standing only a few feet away. “Ah, sorry.” She apologized sincerely – she must have been staring, “Sharla, was it?”

“Ah-hah.” She nodded enthusiastically, “And you’re Dawn Bellwether – I suppose you don’t remember me from when we were lambs, huh?”

The white sheep’s ears drooped even lower in shock, her eyes widening behind her large spectacles. “I-I do, actually…” She mumbled in disbelief, “I didn’t expect you to, though.”

“Of course I do!” Sharla chirped before rounding the table to close the gap between them, “You saved me from Gideon, didn’t you? Just like Judy!”

Bellwether could only nod, her jaw visibly slacked. Honestly, she didn’t remember it like that at all – she tried to save the sheep’s beautiful wool from the fox’s sharp claws, but only to be picked on as well – did she remember it wrong? What she recalled was Sharla protecting her in the end.

“And you still tried saving prey afterwards, didn’t you?” She continued when Bellwether stayed quiet, shocking the white sheep even further, “Of course, you got arrested, but you were up to the same old tricks, right?”

Bellwether felt her face grow hot underneath her wool. She couldn’t believe how much Sharla has changed – all in a good ways, too. She was no longer the shy little sheep she used to be; she speaks her mind with confidence – maybe a bit too easily, in fact.

“I tried.” Bellwether spoke, unsure if she should bring up her criminal past, but also not wanting Sharla to add anything more embarrassing, “But I took the wrong approach. I judged all the prey by the few and ended up becoming even worse than that few,” her eyes darkened, “but as soon as I am free to move around as I please, I will try to help again – not just prey, but both predator and prey – and attempt to destroy stereotypes! I’ll stop-“

The moment Bellwehter realized what she was saying, she bit her tongue and fell silent, regret instantly overwhelming her, but unlike what she had expected, Sharla only smiled.

 “I think that’s a great plan!” She agreed, forcing Bellwether to grin back at her with relief, but unfortunately, she continued yet again, “but…”

Bellwether’s joy quickly wavered at her crush’s ‘but’ and pause.

“…will you let me help you?” Sharla asked sheepishly – pun intended – and hesitantly held out her hoof, “After how you helped me, I mean.”

Bellwether caught a tint of teasing at the last statement, but she didn’t care. Without wasting a second, she placed her own hoof in her new friend’s own, her green eyes beaming, “I wouldn’t have it any other way!”

She secretly wondered if she should tell Sharla that she was her motivation from the very start, but she quickly decided against it – all in good time. Maybe then… they could be more than friends?

Who knew she’d be right about both.

 (Requests: OPEN. Picture is mine – it was edited by me.)

~ This is my last Canon Character x Canon Character. I work with Canon Character x Reader from here on out.

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A drabble featuring adult sharla xbellwether

Working on it now! ^^ Hope you like it!

Honestly, I didn’t even know this ship existed, but it’s so adorable that I think you got me hooked, stranger.

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I wonder if the only reason the director chose tigers as the background dancers for Gazelle was because they already have natural guyliner. 😱

It’s a Miracle!

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I'm sorry to those who hate her, but I think this would be adorable.💜💜

Reblog if you think Bellwether deserves a redemption arc (even if it’s fanon)

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Duke Weaselton’s Redemption Drabble:

Duke Weaselton, The Duke of Bootleg – everyone who lives in the underground of Zootopia has heard those names, but he wasn’t as simple as the world would like to describe him as. Like many others, Duke was a small mammal who was forced to survive on the streets by taking advantage of others, and after living for his benefit for more than three years, which was half the lifetime to a weasel such as himself, he got so used to his lifestyle that he forgot what a normal one was like. But then, in an instant, that belief was shattered like fragile glass. Nick Wilde, a predator just like him, who survived on the streets just like him, took an entire one-eighty and changed his life entirely.  Duke was first convinced that it was a phase when he was dangling above a batch of murderous ice in Mr. Big’s office – that Nick would change back to his usual self – but now he knew better.

With tired eyes, Weaselton watched as a glimmering badge was attached to Nick’s flawless blue uniform, the flicker of light in the gold surface oddly clear, given the distance between him and the crowd of police officers ahead. A Stout weasel has an eyesight that is worse than most animals, but still he could see the badge clearly, and so, underneath the tree’s dark shadow, Duke’s eyes unwittingly darkened with dread, guilt weighing down his tiny heart. He swore he could feel the ice once again nip at his rear paws like it did a year ago,  but he quickly shrugged the feeling away and clenched his jaw in the process, knowing he was being ridiculous. “Look inside yourself and see that change starts with you, it starts with me, it starts with all of us.” He heard the bunny cop tell the crowd, her voice slightly faded beneath the cheers between him and the stage. He stood there in silence a while longer before he disappeared back into the darkness. With dragging steps, he walked off, shoving his paws into his pockets while her glared at the grass in front of him. He might not become a cop like Nick, nor destroy the stereotype against his species like Judy, but he wasn’t going to allow himself to be controlled by his circumstances again – never again. Who knows, he might turn his movie ‘business’ into a legitimate thing.

(requested by @zootopiaconfessions . Not my Gif.)

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Dating Bellwether would include...

·         …you working at the ZPD, because you wouldn’t have had the chance to meet her in any other way, given that she’s always working.

·         …you two instantly hitting it off and starting to date only a few months later.

·        …pulling her away from the books every few weeks, to go on vacation and give her a break.

·         …helping her with her work at every chance you get when she won’t allow you to steal her away.

·         …standing up against Lionheart when he gets mad at her for not being at the office during those^ times.

·         …being the only one that is allowed to touch her wool.

·         …using her as a pillow when you stay over at her place, or she at yours.

·         …not knowing about her ‘dark side’ or her plans against the predators until she gets arrested, but not caring or hating her after you two talk it out.

·         …visiting her in prison every day.

·         …slowly warming her up to predators by explaining that you get bad pray, just like you get bad predators.

·         …being the only one that accepts her when she gets out of prison.

·         …getting her a job when she tries to rebuild her life up from scratch.

·         …standing up for her against those who hate her, soon even convincing Judy to do the, who later convinces Nick, and so on, and so on.

·         …her sadistic side coming into play in the bedroom. After all, why not use it to make your sex life interesting? ;)

(Requested by anon. I hope you enjoy my first “would include!”)

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How about dating Mayor Bellwether would include?

My very first "would include!!!" And it sounds so cute, too! Sure, I would LOVE to! If I remember, I should have this done tomorrow! 😁😁😁 So keep an eye out, because I sadly can't tag anonymous requests. 😔

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Zootopian Avengers

Woah! 😱😱😱😱 Omfg! Am I the only one who just noticed that Judy Hopps and Nick Wilde are totally Steve Rodgers and Tony Stark!? 😨 One has an exaggerated sense of justice and truly believes in his country, America, or her city, Zootopia, but his or her golden image of that place gets tested throughout the story! And then the others, Tony and Nick, have an obsession with blueberries! 😱😱

It’s a Miracle!

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Imagine...

…Judy hopes developing the ability to duplicate herself infinitely – no limit, no maximum, and no boundary.

(Requested by @zjstars . Also, not my gifs.)

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Imagine...

…having been a ZPD officer and also one of the lost mammals, and that was why Bogo didn’t want to entrust a case to Judy, a rookie, being too scared that he might lose you because of her mistake.

(Request by anon. Also, not my gif.)

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Imagine...

…Lionheart going back to being mayor and you unwillingly becoming his new secretary, but even if you are prey, which you thought would be a problem, he treats you more than a million times better than he did Bellwether.

(Requested by anon. Also, not my gif.)

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Imagine...

…being one of Judy’s many sisters and, just like her, you join the ZPD. By her side, you meet Nick and in almost no time at all, you two begin to grow closer romantically, neither of you caring about your species differences, despite others not being so open-minded.

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Imagine...

…being a part of the ZPD and having a major crush on Chief Bogo, but never telling him, because he is prey and you are predator.

(not my gif)