#vulpsicle

[shcrdcdlifc]

Detailed colored pencil drawing of Nick Wilde from Zootopia and Zootopia 2! Hope you all enjoy this first time drawing of the character! 🦊🍦

Dedicated to the ones musing Nick as a muse like @vulpsicle ! Stay wonderful friend! 💕

*~entirely drawn with Crayola colored pencils, Prismacolors and eraser on printer paper~*

[mcxueen]

Starter for @vulpsicle’s Nick!

Verse Four- Zootopia.

There was almost always an after-party when a race had concluded; the winner of it had their sponsors set it up, and it was a quick and easy process- all there really was to do was make sure there were refreshments and that music was played. Not always, the latter part, but most of the time.

A cheetah in a red racing suit, golden fur a tad messy and a clear plastic cup of fruit punch in his paw stood at the center of a swarm of other racers.

Lightning McQueen.

He’d been the winner of today’s race in Savanna Central.

He was no longer the selfish, cocky, arrogant rookie he’d been.

Now it was July of 2007, just over a year since McQueen had gotten stranded in a tiny town far outside of Zootopia: Hopper Springs.

Doc, his mentor and crew chief, had gone home already, as had Luigi, Guido, and everyone else. Lightning had told them they could leave if they wanted, since he’d be late in arriving back in town.

“Hey, Lightning!” Chuck Armstrong, the grey wolf who’d gotten third place today, came up from the side and clapped the feline on the back. “Nice driving today! Haven’t seen Hicks that angry since last year.”

The cheetah grunted a little in surprise, but then looked at Chuck and grinned. “Thanks! Heh… well, it’s not hard to make him mad. Especially since his ‘fan club’ has disbanded and the others are… not too keen on him anymore.”

“Yeah, that’s true.” Chuck bumped Lightning’s shoulder with his own before moving on. “I’m gonna get more punch- catch ya later!”

The 95 racer just smiled and nodded.

When he turned around to see who else was here, he halted, blue eyes going big. He squinted, studying the red fox that had slipped into the tent. He looked… really familiar- wait.

Lightning’s ears lifted, and his eyes widened again. “Wh-… no way! Nick Wilde, is that you?”

[zpdchief]

@vulpsicle sent: "You look really tired."

four word prompts (always accepting)

Jabari closed his eyes tightly, knowing he couldn't exactly avoid Wilde's perceptiveness. "Sometimes I forget you can read mammals quite well, Wilde." He exhaled, moving a hoof away from the door handle and then turning away to face his officer. He had noticed he's been really tired lately after the whole fiasco at the Zootennial Gala and other things that happened. He wondered if it was a lingering side-effect of Gary's venom, sure he was given the antidote but it felt like he's still drowsy from it all.

He looked down at the fox, folding his arms. "I still can't stop thinking about all of it." He muttered out under his breath. "I couldn't do much of anything because I was laying right there in a hospital bed." He sucked in a breath, then exhaling.

"If I'm honest, that snake, the venom, I-..." He hesitated, looking around his surroundings before turning back to Wilde. He didn't want any mammal to be hearing him say this. "You're right about something. I'm really tired. Don't know if this feeling is going to go away anytime soon but I don't like feeling this tired. Really tired."

He wonders what exactly happened during the time he's been out of commission. He did think about asking Hopps but he hopes Wilde would explain what entirely went down without beating around the bush.

"Wilde. What exactly happened during the time I've been in the hospital? I heard about you two becoming 'fugitive criminals' for helping a snake and then there's me in the mix." Bogo muttered out. "It doesn't paint a great picture when Hopps is right in front of me, holding a fang." He saw the news way later on but he was still out of it at the time, really drowsy.

[shcrdcdlifc]

Starter for @vulpsicle 🦊

The youth looks around as he was currently exploring this strange new world that he has found himself lost in, he kept the blanket covered over his form as he made sure the hair tie holding up his hair was off. He tries his best to appear as meek as can be as he was lucky that he was able to change his voice to sound different, curious eyes look around at the various sights as well as the sounds and smells.

His weapon was kept away for safe keeping and out of the public eye so it won’t be stolen, he remembered where he placed it so all was well. He adjusts the hood to cover over his face as it be a tell tale sign that he wasn’t an animal as everyone else here seemed to be.

He continues walking the sidewalk as he could see various animals walking, bears, rhinos, elephants, goats and many others. This world was fascinating, also the strange signs, he has never seen anything quite it but he needs to stay alert.

So, he continues onward.

[gordiacea]

          ― ; for @vulpsicle // [ starter call ]

         ❝ I DON'T NEED to show you my ID. I don't need to show you anything. ❞

         IS THAT TRUE ? He can't say. Dr. Ong admits he has very little insight into the judicial system and its proceedings, and he is mostly going off of the few police procedurals he's caught on television.

         BEING DIFFICULT IS almost second nature to him. A horrible, scoffing laugh, jabbing his finger in his face. ❝ What, you need to give out an extra parking ticket to hit your quota, officer ? Actually, unless you can tell me right this second what your probable cause is - I actually don't think I need to talk to you at all ! ❞

[shadowsecrecy]

YELLOW HUES WATCH @vulpsicle, eyes following each movement as they occur. if her judgement wasn't evident by the way features seem to scrunch, her tone of voice was bound to give it away. “ what are you doing? ” / sc.