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@walkonthewildeside
Hey all. I’m not okay lately. I won’t go into detail, but I’m doing what I can to take care of myself. I’m very overwhelmed with things outside of this blog and I can’t keep up with it all. I love this blog a lot and I love to write and I hate that I can’t seem to keep it up. I’m sorry.
I’ll try to be back soon.
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Some Fun Date Settings/Ideas to Write
• Laser tag
• Picnic
• Arcade
• Art gallery
• Going swimming together
• Creating art together
• House hunting
• Photo shoot
• Bonfire
• Hiking
• Going to a pet store
• Biking
• Library
• Thrift store
Just Friends?
RP with @zootopiahustle
The workday was coming to a close and a uniformed fox, well-known as one of ZPD’s finest on duty, strode down the sidewalk towards the parked police cruiser, with one grande and one venti Snarlbucks cup in each hand. Carefully maneuvering one cup in between a forearm and his chest, he reached over to unlatch the passenger car door, swinging it open and hopping into the vehicle without spilling a single drop.
“Alright, your turn, Carrots. Hit me,” he remarked, handing his partner in crime the venti cup filled with her favorite brew, just the way she liked it; at least from what he was able to remember. Nick shut the door and waited for Judy to continue their game of 20 Questions they’d started earlier while on standby. Listening to the police scanner for hours on end, waiting for a call to interrupt their sitting around wasn’t exactly their idea of an eventful workday, and the two of them figured they might make the most of their time by at least making a game of it.
Judy took the coffee and took a sup from it. She sighed happily. “Thanks slick,” she said. “Glad you know the way I like it… let’s see.” Judy looked out the car window and began tapping her cheek trying to think of a question to ask Nick. Her face lit up and she turned towards Nick.
“I got it! My next question is are you dating anyone?” Judy asked looking up at her partner. Judy considered Nick her bedt and closest friend. Ever since they solved the Nighthowler Case.
Taken aback by the question, Nick nearly took in a heap of coffee straight into his lungs, but managed to clear his throat and let out a few small coughs.
He looked at Judy quizzically before chuckling a bit, “Well, that’s oddly invasive,” he laughed, poking fun at her choice of questions thus far in the game. “And here I was prepared with… ‘What is your stance on the Proposition 4 ordinance to raise skyrocketing housing costs and taxes on the predatory demographic?’” he retorted monotonously, having jokingly peeked at his blank palm as if to recite the convoluted question. “Kidding,” he laughed again and took a swig of coffee.
“Well, to answer your question… no. I’m not seeing anyone.” He rotated the cup in his hands a few times, serving as his personal hand warmer. The weather had been coming down to a brisk cold lately, and the fur now nervously standing on the back of his neck surprisingly wasn’t helping all too often. Nick examined the writing around the cup, noticing the Snarlbucks employee had spelled his name wrong as usual. Niche. Fiddling with the lid a bit, he opened his mouth, hesitating to continue, taking another swig of coffee instead before doing so.
“I… I do have my eye on someone though…” he dropped as a final piece of information, knowing Judy wouldn’t be able to resist taking over his turn to ask who he could’ve possibly meant.
Judy laughed at Nick’s joke. When she heard that Nick had his eye on someone she immediately sat up straight, intrigued by this new information.
“Oh really?” She said playfully. “You gotta tell me who it is! Is it someone I know?”
Judy didn’t know why she was so curious by who Nick had a crush on. She just considered him her best friend… didn’t she? She thought about all the cases they solved together, all the times they tried to make the world a better place. Could it be perhaps Judy liked Nick… more as a friend? She blushed at the thought of it. Maybe she did.
Nick smiled at the bunny’s sudden enthusiasm to hear who it was he could possibly fancy. Before she riled herself up too quickly, however, he raised a paw, stopping her when she delivered a second question.
“Ah ah ah, now hold on! I believe it’s the fox’s turn to ask the questions,” he pointed a thumb at himself, quickly taking another sip of his coffee before preparing for his turn and setting it down into a cupholder. “And since we’re now on the subject of dating and relationships, here’s my question...” he stalled. “... What is it you look for in a partner?” he paused, then reiterated the question, “Better yet, what does a guy—or girl—need to have to get... to Judy?”
RP for @walkonthewildeside (Nick)
Sylvia had decided to treat herself to a day at the park, as a few members of the Zootopia Jr. High Chorus were putting on a performance to raise money for charity.
The whole event was rather nostalgic, as she could remember attending her son’s scholastic events when he was a kit, whether he had a game or was in a school play.
Her ears dropped, eyes downcast.
She hadn’t seem him in….
…
….
God, had it been that long?
The vixen bit her lip and clutched the stare of her purse a bit tighter.
Her eyes scanned the patient and she noticed a few uniformed officers stationed around to keep the area secure. A rhino here, a hippo there, a wolf, lion, cheetahs, some of the stronger and faster officers, she noted.
She remembered that Nick had wanted to be just like them when he was younger.
And she’d hoped he had done well for himself.
If she could see him, she’d tell him how she’d always had faith in him, and had just wanted him to be happy and safe. ….and she’d hug him tightly, let him know how much she missed him all this time…
If she could see him….
—–
@walkonthewildeside
“Yeah, Jude, I got it… Judy, it’s fine—” the uniformed fox assured into his cell phone, mounted upon the air vent as he steered the cruiser into a less than masterful parallel park against the curb. He was a minute’s walk away from Savannah Central Park Plaza, where Zootopia Junior High’s Children’s Choir was holding a performance fundraiser with a few holiday carols and refreshments. However, after a last-minute switch-around with his partner for the event’s security duty, he’d been running late, and Judy couldn’t help but feel bad about making such a hasty call to let him know that she’d fallen too ill to cover her patrol duties. Nick, on the other hand, found himself surprisingly content with the new arrangement.
“Judy, believe me, I had nothing else to look forward to today other than the joys of listening to a couple of kitties and cubs star in the Holiday Cheer For Charity,” he listened, “And no, believe it or not, that was not sarcastic,” he grinned as he exited the vehicle, feeling the brisk winter breeze setting in on a few whiskers, prompting him to adjust the turtleneck thermal underneath his uniform jacket.
Whether Judy believed it or not, Nick did have his personal reasons for genuinely looking forward to helping secure one of the most cherished holiday events in Savannah Central. The Children’s Choir just so happened to have a special place in his heart due to his fonder memories of being a part of its soprano section between the simpler ages of 5 and 9. The look on his mother’s face as she held a camcorder in the aisles to capture his one solo he managed to nab one year was what he considered a proud, shining moment to remember.
Of course, they were bittersweet thoughts… and he’d never willingly let Judy in on that tidbit of his life.
“Don’t you worry, Jude. Just get some rest. Drink a cocoa, hug a stuffed animal… anything that’ll get you up and running again. I’ll be over after everything over here’s settled down,” he listened, watching his own breath escape from his mouth, and chuckled a bit, “Okay, yes I’ll bring you extra cocoa packets and a cookie goodie bag… and cough drops… alright, Carrots, take it easy,” he hung up and placed the phone snuggly in his pocket.
Heading towards the Center Plaza of the park, he heard the choir voices grow louder and he could start making out the words and melodies. He recognized a performance and realized the choir’s setlist hadn’t changed all that much in the many years that’d gone by. Then again, exactly how far could a holiday setlist change when only a few classics exist?
Nick walked up to the forming crowd, turning to see a plethora of over bundled animals helping themselves to warm refreshments and meandering to and from the donations booth. He saw a few of his ZPD comrades, over bundled themselves and eventually spotted McHorn waving him down to meet up with them at their posts.
@vulpinemama-wilde
Sylvia found herself swaying to a melodic “Chestnuts Roasting on an Open Fire.” She closed her eyes, letting the feel of the music wash over her.
It certainly was peaceful; it almost made up for the chill in the air.
She idly wondered if her son at least found time to himself to relax and just be…similar to moments like this one.
He used to always work so hard growing up.
She sighed, taking the sight of the small puff of breath leaving her lips.
She always got so nostalgic this time of year…lost in memories past.
Her eyes passed over the crowd lazily, spotting some parents carrying cubs and kits on their shoulders. She hugged herself and rubbed her paws against her arms when a sight unfamiliar to her caught her eye.
A fox?
In uniform?
Was he one of the ZPD’s officers?
She found herself just staring for a bit. It was rare to see one of her own kind in such a position of trust and authority. She was curious. Surely her eyes weren’t playing tricks on her.
Suddenly she was moving closer to the mammal, until she was an arm’s length away. Her paw reached out to tap him on the shoulder.
“Un, parson me, sir?”
—
@walkonthewildeside
Nick stopped in his tracks when he felt the most subtle tap on his shoulder followed by a soft voice. He turned to face the one attempting to garner his attention only to be met with a curious face and eyes much similar to his own.
For several seconds, he blinked. There was something about the vixen standing before him. Something strangely familiar about her stature and the softness in her voice. For moments, he froze at the possibility of her being the one that crossed his mind as soon as he heard her speak, however, this vixen was older than the one he remembered. She was shorter and somewhat frailer. Almost unrecognizable, but just recognizable enough that he knew deep down the woman standing before him was, in fact, his mother.
He didn’t say anything for probably a tad longer than what was appropriate, but eventually, he garnered the courage to speak up.
“Um... Mo—Ma’am? H-how can I help you?”
@vulpinemama-wilde
So sorry to those I owe replies to. The holidays were rough. Your replies are on my agenda and I’ll be getting to finishing and refining them soon. Thank you for being so patient. ♥
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Just Friends?
RP with @zootopiahustle
The workday was coming to a close and a uniformed fox, well-known as one of ZPD’s finest on duty, strode down the sidewalk towards the parked police cruiser, with one grande and one venti Snarlbucks cup in each hand. Carefully maneuvering one cup in between a forearm and his chest, he reached over to unlatch the passenger car door, swinging it open and hopping into the vehicle without spilling a single drop.
“Alright, your turn, Carrots. Hit me,” he remarked, handing his partner in crime the venti cup filled with her favorite brew, just the way she liked it; at least from what he was able to remember. Nick shut the door and waited for Judy to continue their game of 20 Questions they’d started earlier while on standby. Listening to the police scanner for hours on end, waiting for a call to interrupt their sitting around wasn’t exactly their idea of an eventful workday, and the two of them figured they might make the most of their time by at least making a game of it.
Judy took the coffee and took a sup from it. She sighed happily. “Thanks slick,” she said. “Glad you know the way I like it… let’s see.” Judy looked out the car window and began tapping her cheek trying to think of a question to ask Nick. Her face lit up and she turned towards Nick.
“I got it! My next question is are you dating anyone?” Judy asked looking up at her partner. Judy considered Nick her bedt and closest friend. Ever since they solved the Nighthowler Case.
Taken aback by the question, Nick nearly took in a heap of coffee straight into his lungs, but managed to clear his throat and let out a few small coughs.
He looked at Judy quizzically before chuckling a bit, “Well, that’s oddly invasive,” he laughed, poking fun at her choice of questions thus far in the game. “And here I was prepared with... ‘What is your stance on the Proposition 4 ordinance to raise skyrocketing housing costs and taxes on the predatory demographic?’” he retorted monotonously, having jokingly peeked at his blank palm as if to recite the convoluted question. “Kidding,” he laughed again and took a swig of coffee.
“Well, to answer your question... no. I’m not seeing anyone.” He rotated the cup in his hands a few times, serving as his personal hand warmer. The weather had been coming down to a brisk cold lately, and the fur now nervously standing on the back of his neck surprisingly wasn’t helping all too often. Nick examined the writing around the cup, noticing the Snarlbucks employee had spelled his name wrong as usual. Niche. Fiddling with the lid a bit, he opened his mouth, hesitating to continue, taking another swig of coffee instead before doing so.
“I... I do have my eye on someone though...” he dropped as a final piece of information, knowing Judy wouldn’t be able to resist taking over his turn to ask who he could’ve possibly meant.
Just Friends?
RP with @zootopiahustle
The workday was coming to a close and a uniformed fox, well-known as one of ZPD’s finest on duty, strode down the sidewalk towards the parked police cruiser, with one grande and one venti Snarlbucks cup in each hand. Carefully maneuvering one cup in between a forearm and his chest, he reached over to unlatch the passenger car door, swinging it open and hopping into the vehicle without spilling a single drop.
"Alright, your turn, Carrots. Hit me,” he remarked, handing his partner in crime the venti cup filled with her favorite brew, just the way she liked it; at least from what he was able to remember. Nick shut the door and waited for Judy to continue their game of 20 Questions they’d started earlier while on standby. Listening to the police scanner for hours on end, waiting for a call to interrupt their sitting around wasn’t exactly their idea of an eventful workday, and the two of them figured they might make the most of their time by at least making a game of it.
Sick Hiatus
Hey all! Sorry for the lack of communication. I fell pretty ill right around when I tried coming back to this blog and it only got worse this past week or so. I think I’m finally recovering though! Gonna sit here and relax for a bit and go through some posts and maybe right up a few open starters just to kill some time (as well as get to any overdue starters or replies)!
RP for @walkonthewildeside (Nick)
Sylvia had decided to treat herself to a day at the park, as a few members of the Zootopia Jr. High Chorus were putting on a performance to raise money for charity.
The whole event was rather nostalgic, as she could remember attending her son’s scholastic events when he was a kit, whether he had a game or was in a school play.
Her ears dropped, eyes downcast.
She hadn’t seem him in….
…
….
God, had it been that long?
The vixen bit her lip and clutched the stare of her purse a bit tighter.
Her eyes scanned the patient and she noticed a few uniformed officers stationed around to keep the area secure. A rhino here, a hippo there, a wolf, lion, cheetahs, some of the stronger and faster officers, she noted.
She remembered that Nick had wanted to be just like them when he was younger.
And she’d hoped he had done well for himself.
If she could see him, she’d tell him how she’d always had faith in him, and had just wanted him to be happy and safe. ….and she’d hug him tightly, let him know how much she missed him all this time…
If she could see him….
—–
@walkonthewildeside
"Yeah, Jude, I got it... Judy, it’s fine—” the uniformed fox assured into his cell phone, mounted upon the air vent as he steered the cruiser into a less than masterful parallel park against the curb. He was a minute’s walk away from Savannah Central Park Plaza, where Zootopia Junior High’s Children’s Choir was holding a performance fundraiser with a few holiday carols and refreshments. However, after a last-minute switch-around with his partner for the event’s security duty, he’d been running late, and Judy couldn’t help but feel bad about making such a hasty call to let him know that she’d fallen too ill to cover her patrol duties. Nick, on the other hand, found himself surprisingly content with the new arrangement.
“Judy, believe me, I had nothing else to look forward to today other than the joys of listening to a couple of kitties and cubs star in the Holiday Cheer For Charity,” he listened, “And no, believe it or not, that was not sarcastic,” he grinned as he exited the vehicle, feeling the brisk winter breeze setting in on a few whiskers, prompting him to adjust the turtleneck thermal underneath his uniform jacket.
Whether Judy believed it or not, Nick did have his personal reasons for genuinely looking forward to helping secure one of the most cherished holiday events in Savannah Central. The Children’s Choir just so happened to have a special place in his heart due to his fonder memories of being a part of its soprano section between the simpler ages of 5 and 9. The look on his mother’s face as she held a camcorder in the aisles to capture his one solo he managed to nab one year was what he considered a proud, shining moment to remember.
Of course, they were bittersweet thoughts... and he’d never willingly let Judy in on that tidbit of his life.
“Don’t you worry, Jude. Just get some rest. Drink a cocoa, hug a stuffed animal... anything that’ll get you up and running again. I’ll be over after everything over here’s settled down,” he listened, watching his own breath escape from his mouth, and chuckled a bit, “Okay, yes I’ll bring you extra cocoa packets and a cookie goodie bag... and cough drops... alright, Carrots, take it easy,” he hung up and placed the phone snuggly in his pocket.
Heading towards the Center Plaza of the park, he heard the choir voices grow louder and he could start making out the words and melodies. He recognized a performance and realized the choir’s setlist hadn’t changed all that much in the many years that’d gone by. Then again, exactly how far could a holiday setlist change when only a few classics exist?
Nick walked up to the forming crowd, turning to see a plethora of over bundled animals helping themselves to warm refreshments and meandering to and from the donations booth. He saw a few of his ZPD comrades, over bundled themselves and eventually spotted McHorn waving him down to meet up with them at their posts.
@vulpinemama-wilde
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Zootopia Sentence Starters (Part One):
"Predators had an uncontrollable, biological urge to maim and maul."
"Blood, blood, blood"
"And death!"
"Hi! Hello! It's me again."
"I'm here to ask you some questions about a case."
"Did someone steal a traffic cone?"
"Oh, sweet cheese and crackers."
"What about him? Is that him?"
"That's gotta be him."
"Why? Why is this happening?"
"We still don't know."
"What do you mean by that?"
"The weasel wasn't lying."
"Yeah, I know they're fast, I can hit him."
"Yeah, I'll buzz you when it's done. Or you'll see it on the news, you know, whichever comes first."
"You should have your own line of inspirational greeting cards."
"Shut your mouth."
"Find him. Shut him down."
"Back then, the world was divided in two."
"Over time, we evolved and looked beyond our primitive savage ways."
"Now, predator and prey live in harmony."
"Tell me if this story sounds familiar."
"We don’t all get along."
"No one cares about her or her dreams."
"Unfortunately, lying on a federal form is a punishable offense. Five years jail time."
"Well it's my word against yours."
"Actually, it's your word against yours."
"I implore you—try."
"Try to make the world a better place."
"Look inside yourself and recognize that change starts with you. It starts with me. It starts with all of us."
"Every young mammal has multitudinous opportunities."
"I don't have to cower in a herd anymore."
"Instead, I can be an astronaut!"
"Oh no, are you kidding me?"
"I don't have my wallet!"
"I'd lose my head if it weren't attached to my neck."
And We’re Back!
How is everyone? I really missed this blog a lot, so I wanted to make somewhat of a comeback, but I noticed a few mutuals have gone inactive or have deactivated completely, which is kind of a bummer. But, hey! If you’re an active Zootopia RP blog, feel free to message me, comment, or reblog this so I know who to follow and who is up for some RPing!
As of right now, I owe the following people responses or starters:
@vulpinemama-wilde
@zootopiahustle
Feel free to shoot me a reminder if I ever tend to take a while to respond! I currently have your starters in my drafts waiting to be edited and added to a bit. I haven’t RP’d on this blog in almost 2 years so I may be a little rusty, so please bear with me and thanks for being so patient! ;v;
Thanks for reading, I hope to hear from some of you soon!
P.S. I’m also going to start RPing as Judy as well, so if you’d like to RP with a Judy blog, feel free to follow @judithlavernehopps and send a starter there! :D
hurt meme.
“ i got you. it’s gonna be okay, you’re going to be okay.”
“i feel like everyone’s miles away from me.”
“my mind is a dark place. you don’t want to be there.”
“i know this hurts, but you have to stay awake.”
“don’t close your eyes, please don’t close your eyes!”
“i just want to be numb, i don’t want to feel anything.”
“please don’t do this, don’t act like you care.”
“you don’t care, nobody cares, just leave.”
“you’re my friend, of course i fucking care.”
“i can’t give up on you, so please don’t give up on yourself.”
“i love you so much, i forgot what hating myself felt like.”
“i fucked up, why do you not care?”
“i can’t walk, just go on without me.”
“you have broken ribs, take it easy.”
“i have no idea how to do cpr.”
“whose blood is that?”
“apply pressure to the wound, don’t let go.”
“don’t you dare fucking let go!”
“what the hell happened to you?”
“are they dead? did you kill them?”
“do you know what you’ve done?”
“you’re either with me or against me.”
“who the hell did this to you?”
“are you alright? you hit your head pretty hard…”
“i can’t see!! what’s happening to me?”
“when was the last time you ate?”
“what do you mean you’re fine? you are not fine!”
“i’m fine, it’s just a flesh wound, i’ll be okay.”
“for how long? how long were you bottling this up?“
“there’s so much blood, you won’t last.”
“are you… throwing up in there?”
“why aren’t you eating?”
“just breathe… you’re okay, i promise, just breathe.”
“i can’t breathe, i can’t –”
“i woke up, & you were gone.”
“just tell me something, was it really worth it?”
“it’s okay to hurt & breakdown. you don’t have to be strong all the time.”
If sending a starter be sure to be off anon so I can tag you to continue the RP! Or, if your RP blog is a side blog, like mine, be sure to write out the proper URL in your ask so I can tag!
So I was looking for the more active Zootopia RP blogs.
It’s pretty hard to find some that aren’t inactive. Could you reblog or reply to this if you’re an active Zootopia RPer? Would mean lots to me, thank you.
Trying to become active again after about 2 years! I might be a little rusty!
Could you reblog this if you’re a Zootopia RP blog?
I need more people to follow c:
ooc: a month ago zootpia rp was near death and now its fucking l i t
((Ay yo wassup.))
(Not too much)
(Ooc: Newbie RP blog on the block!)
Just getting started!
Was previously Vulpinemom. Back with a new blog! (If anyone is still around)!
First notification I’ve gotten in a long while! And you know what, this blog’s been sitting stagnant for far too long. If the Zootopia RP scene isn’t too dead, is anyone up for a few more threads? For old time’s sake?
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askbadasskol:
If you have been waiting days for a reply from me… or weeks… or months…
Hey Nick! Where'd you get the shirt and shades you wear? They're awesome
"Well to tell you the truth, I can’t actually remember buying it. Not that it’s stolen. But I did do my fair share of thrifting back in the day when it was all I could afford. Could be that.
The shades, now… got ‘em from my good friend Finnick. A birthday gift! And they say the old fox has a heart made o’ steel. I don’t buy it for a second. Little guy loves me."
