#zootopia verse

[thefcxandthehcund]

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💬 3  🔁 0  ❤️ 1 · @thefcxandthehcund sent: Tod stared up at the police chief, rather intimidated by his tall stature and gruff demeanor, but

He chuckled, feeling relieved. “Thank you, sir… mind if I sit down?”

The young fox did so, sitting across from Chief Bogo. “My name is, uh, Tod. Tod Tweed. I’m… pretty new to Zootopia, an’ I guess all th’ animals here can get, um- a little overwhelming,” he admitted.

He shrugged, grinning a bit shyly. “I s’pose I’m just not used to it. But I’ll get there!”

Then Tod hesitated, embarrassed. “Oh- I forgot ‘ta ask what your name was, sir! I’m sorry. What is it…?”

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[ofguardianhoundarchived]

[Starter for @thekingmickey]

Charlie had always figured that he’d probably know a lot more people than he thought he might have. He didn’t know a lot about him in general, but he had only ever heard good things. Well, as many good things as people wanted to say about him, which varies from person to person. But, the young hound was optimistic about meeting him, just having someone else in a different industry he could talk to.

What he despised more than anything else was having to travel across town though, trying to find him and to actually meet up. Yeah, he was young still, but he was sixteen. What exactly could he do on his own? Not a lot honestly, he was limited already with what he did. Well, minus helping to run a casino as his entire livelihood basically. But, he wasn’t exactly sure that was entirely legal, but probably wasn’t at all. Eventually though, he was able to locate the mouse’s shop. Or what he thought was a shop, it seemed to be something dealing with... magic? That hadn’t been something he entirely expected.

He just looked at the sign and he entered the shop looking around for a minute and trying to see if there was any sign of the mouse inside. He couldn’t see him at all, but he was there probably. Might just have to call out and everything, try to locate something. He was trying to remember why he had come in the first place and had remembered he actually had been invited by the mouse.

Again, the entire situation seemed a little weird to someone like Charlie, but perhaps there was a much bigger reason he was here.

❝Hello? Anyone here? I was invited by a Mr. Mickey Mouse?❞ he called out into the shop and just started to walk around and look at the different things. There was a lot of crazy stuff in there and he didn’t know where he would start with anything in there if he was ever going to purchase something. It was all outside more stuff he knew, but he had to admit.

It was cool being in there and just looking at the crazy stuff that the mouse had. Not often he ever really came around a place as unique as this, so it was a good time in his opinion. After all, he was sixteen. He hadn’t exactly had a childhood, having been working in a casino his whole life basically. It was bad, but he figured it was better than other thin ha he could have been stuck with for the moment. After all, he had a job and a place to stay. It was a win-win to him, even if his boss was a jerk.

He looked around for a few more minutes and hadn’t seen the mouse appear at all. He was a bit frustrated, but nothing he wasn’t used to.

❝Anyone here?❞ he called out once more and headed to the counter and poked his head over to see if he was hiding back there or something, ❝I was invited by a Mr. Mouse to come out here, but I don’t know why. I thought I could swing by and meet him?❞

He knew he’d probably pop up at some point. If he didn’t show up soon, he’d leave and come back again another day, but, he was giving him the benefit of the doubt and was assuming he may have been busy. He’d give him a few more minutes and see if he showed up.

[ask-the-bad-piggies]

In a ‘Zootopia’ or ‘Sing’ verse, (or any verse including anthropomorphic animals in clothes in a city) I’d say Leonard and his pigs would be sleazy, yet successful, business-men. Leonard knows how to hassle and haggle, and there’s so darn many of these strange green pigs in so many professions that he, his son and his associates have their dirty hooves in everyone’s pockets.

(This is slightly inspired by a Bonkers episode where the 3 Little Pigs sold faulty houses, whose destruction they blamed on a poor wolf.)

[chainsxwsmile]

(Unofficial) Zootopia verse- under construction

Name: Bruce White Species: Polar Bear Height: 9 feet

General Description: In his youth, Bruce hung around with the wrong crowd which landed him in hot water and petty crimes. It wasn’t until someone finally got hurt during one of the incidents that Bruce took matters into his own hands and turned himself in. Years later, Bruce is back out on the streets and adjusting to strange life in Zootopia. He mainly works at an automobile repair shop but volunteers at the local prisons where he gives talks and holds FAQs, hoping to keep newly-released convicts on their feet and out of jail.

His slightly terrifying and overwhelming stature and deep growling voice may do little to help others feel safe around him, but beyond the hard exterior, Bruce is actually a rather soft-hearted, laid-back jokester. 

[peke-white-lion-blog]

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Peké honestly had to hold himself back from giggling a little at Leodore’s brief fall. He hadn’t meant to surprise the unfortunate mayor that much, but he did burst into the room quite suddenly... Without even knocking, too! But he honestly couldn’t help it; he wasn’t supposed to be here. It took sneaking past the secretaries in order to get to this office, and the cub knew that any moment from now he might be rushed out of the office by stern adults who were eager to give him a lecture about rules and so forth. Sure it would’ve been nice to schedule an appointment with the mayor, but the secretary had merely brushed him off, saying the mayor was too busy for the likes of Peké.

So he had to take matters into his own paws!

Quite literally skipping forward, Peké approached and leaped effortlessly from the floor to the top of Leodore’s desk, avoiding stepping on any papers as he stood on the furniture in order to be at eye-level with the much-larger lion. “Sir, I am Peké Foster, a reporter for the Small Wayward Lot, a Foster Home in the Savannah district of Zootopia!” It was a rather unknown and tiny orphanage, and Peké had promised his fellow resident children that he’d get an interview with none-other than the mayor of Zootopia himself. He was proving to be a rather bold little cub, “I was hoping I could ask you about what being a mayor is like! Like the daily challenges and rewards, as well as the step.. s-stepu.. lations... of the job.” Peké was trying oh-so-hard to sound official and smart, even going so far as to use a big word that he’d only recently learned about, despite that he had to pause in order to pronounce it correctly. “Even if you answer just one of my questions my peers-” that is to say, his fellow wayward residents of the orphanage, “-would be very grateful.”

@leodorelionheart

[kingmxfasa-a]

‘ who needs a soulmate anyway? my soulmate will be… books. ’

“Well, that’s better than beer, at least,” Mufasa remarked, deeply worried to see his friend in such low spirits, but unsure how to cheer him up. “Is there anything you want to talk about, Zazu?” 

[thefcxandthehcund]

Starter for @stormwept’s Drake!

Verse Four- Teen.

Fourteen-year-old Tod was sitting on the couch in the living room one evening, waiting (impatiently) for his friend Drake to arrive for a sleepover.

The adolescent fox didn’t care that he was ‘too old’ to have sleepovers in other boys’ opinions; he wanted to keep having them for as long as he could. They were so much fun!

Then he heard a gentle knock on the front door.

Tod sprang up from the couch, shutting the television off, and opened the door with a big grin. “Drake!” he exclaimed, wrapping the giraffe in a hug. “How are ya? I haven’t seen ya in forever!”

He pulled back, still smiling. “Come on in! It’s kinda cold out there, huh?”

[fusionfall-adeline]

((In the Zootopia verse, Oliver would be a mountain lion. At first, I thought he might be a horse, but a horse doesn't really fit hi,m being quiet and stealthy. A mountain lion is more his speed.))

((It makes his relationship with Addy more conflicting with Addy since she's a goat/sheep hyrbid. Addy herself isn't afraid of predators since her dad taught her to be respectful of others and not to judge them based on their species. But other people definitely might whisper and tell Amelia she shouldn't let the lion cub be around Addy, just in case his instincts take over))