Nick Wilde.

Independent, 18+ semi-selective Nick Wilde of Zootopia. Run by Blue! (She/her, 19.)

[wxldetcmes]

Rules on @let-me-be-surprised! This blog is 18+!

Mainblog is @blues-hub-blog.

Verse One- Main. As Judy’s partner at the ZPD, their first fox, he’s still getting used to being a cop, but he’s enjoying it, too! (This verse takes place after Zootopia 2!)

Verse Two- Before Film. Before Nick meets Judy and before the events of the film; adult.

Verse Three- Child/Teen. This verse features Nick from the ages of 9-18.

Verse Four- Wild(e) Boys. This verse is exclusively for @vulpsicle and I; in it, Nick has discovered he has a twin brother, Nico, whom he hasn’t seen since infancy when their parents split up. Now, though, the two foxes are getting to know each other, probably doing risky things for a few bucks, and bonding as reunited brothers.

Important tag: Wilde and Hopps; The Dream Team

[wxldetcmes]

Nick’s eyes flew open. A gunshot- what? Where did it come from??

Suddenly the tiger who’d been merely a step or two from him crumpled to the ground, his mouth open in a silent roar. His eyes were dull, sightless, and his head hit the cement maybe two inches from the fox’s foot.

Nick flinched. He didn’t dare touch this guy, and as soon as he realized the other two had quit breathing, he stood on jelly-like legs and hopped between them, very carefully, before he took off running.

But that strange-looking tail… it was much too small to be a tiger’s. Who could’ve done that, and… why?

[redemptioninchaos]

. . .

The next day, dozens of bus drivers went on strike, causing delays throughout the whole city. Traffic was backed up as far as the eye could see on any major thoroughfare during rush hour, a cacophonous chorus of car horns greeting the rising sun.

The subways were still running, but with so much car traffic on the surface, there was way too much foot traffic to swiftly navigate the subway system. Riders were packed into cars like sardines, some likely wondering if the fire marshal would have had an aneurysm about the total occupancy.

Of course, with the buses down on a weekday, there were plenty of people who still needed to get to work. People were a bit more generous when squeezed by union strikes. A tabby cabby with orange fur knew that firsthand after having completed three jobs all before 9 a.m. He parked his car at a taxi relief spot, keeping a vigilant watch around his vehicle as he remained in the driver's seat.

[wxldetcmes]

Truth be told, Nick was still a bit tired from yesterday’s failed scheme and near-death experience. He’d definitely slept, but that didn’t mean well. Plenty of tossing and turning had ensued, and maaaaaybe four hours of actual SLEEP, if he had to guess.

Eh, what did it matter? He just needed to meet Finnick at the park in Savannah Central to talk about the disaster that was him almost being snapped in half last night…

He fished his phone out of his pocket and winced.

…in half an hour. In traffic that looked more like rush hour than a normal Wednesday morning.

Cursing under his breath, Nick blew out through his mouth; lucky for him, however, there was a taxicab a few yards from where he stood against a lamppost. So, the fox took a breath in and sauntered over.

As soon as he sat down, he stuck his paw in his opposite pocket, hoping he had a few bills in there. A tad absently, he commented:

“Little jam-packed today, huh, buddy?”

[redemptioninchaos]

There was a flicker of recognition in the tabby's eyes as he looked at the fox in his rearview mirror. He probably didn't need to worry; he was covered from head to toe the last night when he decided to step in and help the hapless fox. That being said, there was no telling what mistakes the tabby made when he saved him. Hapless as he may have been, the fox wasn't slow. He was sure to pick up on any detail the tabby forgot about...

"Where to?" was all he said, keeping a neutral expression.

[wxldetcmes]

The fox yawned, not bothering to suppress it, and shook his head in an effort to keep himself alert. Until he could get himself some coffee, anyway.

Nick didn’t pick up on the familiarity of the cat’s voice immediately, though his ears did lift just a bit. “Ah, to the park in… well, here in Savanna Central, please. Biggest one.”

He removed his paw from his pocket, buckling up and leaning back into the seat with a sleepy exhale. When Nick re-opened his eyes, they were droopy, but then he blinked a couple times, sitting straighter. One of his brows lifted.

“Ah… ‘scuse me, sir, but… I think… well- I dunno, but you seem familiar,” he said slowly with the slightest tilt of his head. The vulpine waited a few seconds, taking in the tabby’s look: ginger fur, a distant memory of the shape of his muzzle and face, the stripes- wait.

“Woah, wait-wait-wait…” Nick’s eyes stretched open wider. “Sorry if this is impolite a’ me, but is your first name, by chance… Sergio?”

[wxldetcmes]

Nick’s eyes flew open. A gunshot- what? Where did it come from??

Suddenly the tiger who’d been merely a step or two from him crumpled to the ground, his mouth open in a silent roar. His eyes were dull, sightless, and his head hit the cement maybe two inches from the fox’s foot.

Nick flinched. He didn’t dare touch this guy, and as soon as he realized the other two had quit breathing, he stood on jelly-like legs and hopped between them, very carefully, before he took off running.

But that strange-looking tail… it was much too small to be a tiger’s. Who could’ve done that, and… why?

[redemptioninchaos]

. . .

The next day, dozens of bus drivers went on strike, causing delays throughout the whole city. Traffic was backed up as far as the eye could see on any major thoroughfare during rush hour, a cacophonous chorus of car horns greeting the rising sun.

The subways were still running, but with so much car traffic on the surface, there was way too much foot traffic to swiftly navigate the subway system. Riders were packed into cars like sardines, some likely wondering if the fire marshal would have had an aneurysm about the total occupancy.

Of course, with the buses down on a weekday, there were plenty of people who still needed to get to work. People were a bit more generous when squeezed by union strikes. A tabby cabby with orange fur knew that firsthand after having completed three jobs all before 9 a.m. He parked his car at a taxi relief spot, keeping a vigilant watch around his vehicle as he remained in the driver's seat.

[wxldetcmes]

Truth be told, Nick was still a bit tired from yesterday’s failed scheme and near-death experience. He’d definitely slept, but that didn’t mean well. Plenty of tossing and turning had ensued, and maaaaaybe four hours of actual SLEEP, if he had to guess.

Eh, what did it matter? He just needed to meet Finnick at the park in Savannah Central to talk about the disaster that was him almost being snapped in half last night…

He fished his phone out of his pocket and winced.

…in half an hour. In traffic that looked more like rush hour than a normal Wednesday morning.

Cursing under his breath, Nick blew out through his mouth; lucky for him, however, there was a taxicab a few yards from where he stood against a lamppost. So, the fox took a breath in and sauntered over.

As soon as he sat down, he stuck his paw in his opposite pocket, hoping he had a few bills in there. A tad absently, he commented:

“Little jam-packed today, huh, buddy?”

[redemptioninchaos]

📱 – accidentally sends your muse a message meant for someone else.

From @wxldetcmes to Sergio *snicker*

[text] WILDE WHAT THE FUCK

[text] YOU KNOW I AINT BOUT THAT GAY SHIT

Who would have thought one fateful reunion would have earned Sergio...all of that? From one text, he had seen a lot more of Nick than he ever wanted to...

[wxldetcmes]

[txt] Oh SHIT

*about three minutes later*

[txt] If you tell Carrots about this, I’m gonna skin you alive ☠️

[in-character-memes]

Send 🌃☎️ for our muses to talk on the phone, late at night

[wxldetcmes]

"WILDE!" Several footfalls followed the fox, chasing him through seedy alleyways. A fox, a tiger, a stag, and a badger, all armed with switchblades, were closing in on him. Nick had tried conning the wrong people, and if he made one misstep, he likely would have ended up as a rug in the black market...

Ok… this was NOT going to end well if the terrified vulpine didn’t get away from these guys and their shiny switchblades before they caught up to him.

All he’d done was try to talk them into a business deal for a ‘charity’ that donated to the poor in Little Rodentia; he’d handed them a flyer advertising this thing, but, of course, Nick had asked for $4,000, too, so… that didn’t help. Somehow, he’d screwed up the numbers on an estimate for the price of the things he wanted to do for the rodents. He wasn’t sure what had gone wrong, but if he didn’t make it out of this, he’d haunt Finnick for the rest of his days for doing the calculations with him. Even if they were accidental.

Nick didn’t have to look back to know the furious mammals were right behind him, and growing closer. He could hear each heavy breath the badger took, and the CLOMP, CLOMP of the stag’s hooves against the sidewalk.

As hard as he tried, he couldn’t get the panic to subside enough to let him think about where to go and how to escape.

Not thinking, he veered into an alley… but he almost fell to his knees when he saw it was a dead end.

Chest heaving, heart thundering, Nick whirled around to face his four attackers and flattened his ears, a trembling grin spreading across his slender muzzle. “Hey, look- listen, boys, I-I-I can explain! I-!”

His legs shook so hard he thought he’d collapse. He pressed his back against the cold, dirty metal of the dumpster behind him.

“Save it!” the other fox snarled. “We’re gonna skin y’ alive, Wilde.”

Switchblade in his giant paw, the tiger advanced with a victorious, twisted grin, getting closer and closer to Nick.

His tail bushed out, but he let himself sink to the concrete, now sitting. Waiting to feel the sharp point of the weapon plunge into him.

This was it. After all this time, his luck had run out.

@redemptioninchaos

[redemptioninchaos]

A suppressed gunshot sounded from behind the four would-be assailants, the bullet hitting the armed fox from behind. Seven more silent shots whistled throughout the air, each of Nick's pursuers sustaining two gunshots, all of them hit within center mass, two of them also hit in the head. All collapsed immediately, the other two dropping their knives and struggling to breathe as crimson pooled on the cement.

Around the corner, Nick could see a smaller mammal, just a bit taller than a rabbit, but the figure's dark clothes made it difficult to catch anything about them. The figure quickly absconded the scene...but a bright orange tail with dark brown stripes and a white tip was visible.

Whoever just shot those four men was a professional. All of them were neutralized in the span of three seconds. People within the immediate area could hear the gunshots, but it wasn't enough to trigger any ZPD gunshot alarms. The police were sure to get there; it was just a question of how cold the bodies would be when they did...

[wxldetcmes]

Nick’s eyes flew open. A gunshot- what? Where did it come from??

Suddenly the tiger who’d been merely a step or two from him crumpled to the ground, his mouth open in a silent roar. His eyes were dull, sightless, and his head hit the cement maybe two inches from the fox’s foot.

Nick flinched. He didn’t dare touch this guy, and as soon as he realized the other two had quit breathing, he stood on jelly-like legs and hopped between them, very carefully, before he took off running.

But that strange-looking tail… it was much too small to be a tiger’s. Who could’ve done that, and… why?

[wxldetcmes]

The other kit’s green eyes lit up; barely-disguised enthusiasm and curiosity had his tail trembling just a little.

“My name’s Nick!” he replied after a quick nod to Sylvia, a big and bright grin crossing his muzzle. “It’s so cool to meet you, Gideon!”

He wasn’t the least bit nervous that Gideon was considerably larger than he was; he had no reason to fear him, after all. They were gonna be brothers and best friends- he was sure of it!

The smaller fox took one rapid step forward, all-too-eager to come closer, but stopped himself, remembering his mother’s cautioning. So he smiled a little more calmly, albeit with a bit of difficulty, and then seemed to simply observe his new brother with as much politeness and consideration that an elated child could muster.

“I hope you like living with us!” Nick said, looking back up into Gideon’s blue eyes. “We’re gonna have lotsa fun, I promise!”

[fledercanons]

───── ⋆⋅☽⋅⋆ ─────

"Y-Yeah!" Gideon agreed, a slight, almost indiscernible smirk alighting his features. "Lotsa fun." He concluded.

On the car ride home once things were official just days later, Gideon considered the strangeness of it all. How uncomfortable it made him. It felt like his guts were squirming. Why was he expected to just accept a new family? What good was that going to do? He frowned as he glanced out of the corner of his eye to Nick, sitting next to him. He hated the thought of just being the new kid. New kids were picked on. New kids were weak, pathetic little crybabies.

"Allllright," Sylvia announced from the driver's seat. "I think this calls for a celebration, you know. Who wants McFarmer's for dinner?" She asked, giving a delighted glance into the rear view mirror at her two sons.

───── ⋆⋅☽⋅⋆ ─────

[wxldetcmes]

Having been staring out of his window, practically buzzing with excitement, the smaller kit was subconsciously smiling wider every so often as he imagined all the fun stuff he and Gideon could do. He couldn’t wait to introduce him as his brother, play outside all day-

McFarmer’s?!

“Ooh, yum!! I do!” Nick exclaimed with a huge grin, his eyes bright and wide. “Thanks, Mom!”

His head quickly swiveled to Gideon. “Hey, d’you like the fries or the nuggets better? It’s the nuggets for me, a hundred-percent. The fries are good, but the nuggets are really good!”

[busyw0man]

⋆｡‧˚ʚ💋ɞ˚‧｡⋆  𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝  𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫  𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭

[  TXT  ]  :  quick.  no  time  to  explain.  pick  one:  frogs  or  lasers.

[  TXT  ]  :  why  are  you  still  awake?

[  TXT  ]  :  what  would  you  do  if  i  texted  “i’m  outside”  and  actually  was?

[  TXT  ]  :  would  you  still  like  me  if  i  was  a  worm?  be  honest.

[  TXT  ]  :  i  dare  you  to  stop  thinking  about  me  for  one  minute.  bet  you  can’t.

[  TXT  ]  :  i  saw  something  shiny  and  dramatic  and  thought  of  you.

[  TXT  ]  :  wanna  make  bad  decisions  together  or  what?

[  TXT  ]  :  how  illegal  would  it  be  if  i  showed  up  with  a  raccoon  in  a  cowboy  hat?

[  TXT  ]  :  you  looked  hot  today  btw.  not  that  you  asked.

[  TXT  ]  :  do  you  want  the  good  news,  the  bad  news,  or  the  chaotic  news  first?

[  TXT  ]  :  okay,  so  hear  me  out. cereal  is  basically  cold  soup,  right?

[  TXT  ]  :  what’s  your  villain  origin  story?

[  TXT  ]  :  thinking  about  you.  thought  you  should  know.

[  TXT  ]  :  if  we  were  in  a  rom-com,  this  is  the  part  where  we’d  kiss  in  the  rain.  just  saying.

[  TXT  ]  :  what’s  your  toxic  trait  in  uno?

[  TXT  ]  :  if  i  say  something  reckless,  will  you  pretend  you  didn’t  hear  it?

[  TXT  ]  :  how  mad  would  you  be  if  i  said  “let’s  get  matching  tattoos”  and  meant  it?

[  TXT  ]  :  i  hope  something  good  happens  to  you  today.  like,  you  find  five  dollars.

[  TXT  ]  :  i  have  a  plan.  it’s  chaotic  and  underdeveloped.  you  in?

[  TXT  ]  :  you  make  my  brain  go  all  soft.  thanks  a  lot.

[  TXT  ]  :  which  one  of  us  would  survive  a  horror  movie?  and  who’d  die  in  the  dumbest  way?

[  TXT  ]  :  i  just  caused  a  scene  at  the  grocery  store.  be  ready  to  alibi  me.

[  TXT  ]  :  what’s  something  that  always  makes  you  smile?

[  TXT  ]  :  do  you  think  we’d  get  banned  from  a  museum  if  we  tried  hard  enough?

[  TXT  ]  :  i’m  bored.  flirt  with  me.

[  TXT  ]  :  tell  me  a  secret  you’ve  never  said  out  loud.

[  TXT  ]  :  if  you  were  here  right  now,  what  would  we  be  doing?

[  TXT  ]  :  be  honest.  did  you  think  about  me  today?

[  TXT  ]  :  if  i  told  you  i  missed  you,  would  you  say  it  back  or  leave  me  on  read?

[  TXT  ]  :  what’s  your  comfort  movie  and  do  you  wanna  watch  it  with  me?

[  TXT  ]  :  you’re  my  favorite  notification.  don’t  make  it  weird.

[  TXT  ]  :  this  is  me  texting  you  instead  of  overthinking.  you’re  welcome.

[usergambit]

NICK WILDE in Zootopia 2 (2025) dir. Jared Bush and Byron Howard

[lyricalmusingstuff]

I was playing it cool, then right out of the blue, got me doing things I never do.

[wxldetcmes]

"WILDE!" Several footfalls followed the fox, chasing him through seedy alleyways. A fox, a tiger, a stag, and a badger, all armed with switchblades, were closing in on him. Nick had tried conning the wrong people, and if he made one misstep, he likely would have ended up as a rug in the black market...

Ok… this was NOT going to end well if the terrified vulpine didn’t get away from these guys and their shiny switchblades before they caught up to him.

All he’d done was try to talk them into a business deal for a ‘charity’ that donated to the poor in Little Rodentia; he’d handed them a flyer advertising this thing, but, of course, Nick had asked for $4,000, too, so… that didn’t help. Somehow, he’d screwed up the numbers on an estimate for the price of the things he wanted to do for the rodents. He wasn’t sure what had gone wrong, but if he didn’t make it out of this, he’d haunt Finnick for the rest of his days for doing the calculations with him. Even if they were accidental.

Nick didn’t have to look back to know the furious mammals were right behind him, and growing closer. He could hear each heavy breath the badger took, and the CLOMP, CLOMP of the stag’s hooves against the sidewalk.

As hard as he tried, he couldn’t get the panic to subside enough to let him think about where to go and how to escape.

Not thinking, he veered into an alley… but he almost fell to his knees when he saw it was a dead end.

Chest heaving, heart thundering, Nick whirled around to face his four attackers and flattened his ears, a trembling grin spreading across his slender muzzle. “Hey, look- listen, boys, I-I-I can explain! I-!”

His legs shook so hard he thought he’d collapse. He pressed his back against the cold, dirty metal of the dumpster behind him.

“Save it!” the other fox snarled. “We’re gonna skin y’ alive, Wilde.”

Switchblade in his giant paw, the tiger advanced with a victorious, twisted grin, getting closer and closer to Nick.

His tail bushed out, but he let himself sink to the concrete, now sitting. Waiting to feel the sharp point of the weapon plunge into him.

This was it. After all this time, his luck had run out.

@redemptioninchaos

[rollinrabbit]

gogogo

[cherylblossom]

#Judy's love language confirmed — (x)

[busyw0man]

⋆｡‧˚ʚ💋ɞ˚‧｡⋆   𝐛𝐞  𝐦𝐲  𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞?

𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬  -  send  ‘reverse’  for  the  sender  and  receiver  to  swap.  adjust  wording  as  needed!

[  heart  candy  ]  sender  digs  through  the  candy  hearts  to  find  one  that  actually  says  something  good  and  hands  it  to  receiver  (feel  free  to  specify  whats  said  on  the  candy)

[  lipstick  stain  ]  sender  leaves  a  kiss  on  receiver’s  skin  and  refuses  to  wipe  it  off

[  late  delivery  ]  sender  shows  up  with  flowers  that  are  a  day  late 

[  love  note  ]  sender  folds  a  note  into  something  messy  and  pretends  they’re  not  nervous

[  shared  dessert  ]  sender  offers  the  last  bite  of  their  favorite  dessert

[  tangled  hands  ]  sender  plays  with  receiver’s  fingers  absentmindedly  while  talking

[  quiet  dinner  ]  sender  reaches  across  the  table  and  squeezes  receiver’s  hand  instead  of  speaking

[  playlist  ]  sender  presses  play  on  a  playlist  they  made  just  for  receiver  and  watches  their  reaction

[  forehead  kiss  ]  sender  presses  a  slow  kiss  to  receiver’s  forehead  and  lingers  there

[  photo  booth  ]  sender  pulls  receiver  into  the  frame  at  the  last  second

[  shared  coat  ]  sender  tugs  receiver  closer  so  they  fit  under  one  coat  instead  of  finding  another

[  stolen  glance  ]  sender  looks  at  receiver  when  they’re  supposed  to  be  paying  attention

[  slow  kiss  ]  sender  kisses  receiver  like  there’s  no  rush  and  nowhere  else  to  be

[  pinky  promise  ]  sender  hooks  their  pinky  with  receiver’s  and  takes  it  too  seriously

[  lingering  ]  sender’s  hand  stays  at  receiver’s  waist  longer  than  necessary

𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

❝  i  didn’t  think  valentines  day  would  matter  to  me  this  much.  ❞

❝  i  hate  this  holiday…  except  with  you.  ❞

❝  everyone  else  makes  it  look  so  easy.  ❞

❝  i  was  scared  today  would  feel  lonely.  ❞

❝  i  don’t  want  roses!  i  just  want  you.  ❞

❝  i  never  know  what  i’m  supposed  to  want  on  valentines  day.  ❞

❝  this  day  always  makes  me  overthink  everything.  ❞

❝  i  didn’t  realize  how  badly  i  wanted  to  spend  today  with  you.  ❞

❝  valentines  day  kind  of  exposes  all  the  cracks,  doesn’t  it?  ❞

❝  i  was  bracing  myself  for  disappointment.  ❞

❝  this  holiday  makes  love  feel  like  a  performance.  ❞

❝  i  don’t  care  what  anyone  else  is  doing  tonight.  ❞

❝  i  didn’t  expect  you  to  show  up.  thank  you  for  that.  ❞

❝  valentines  day  always  reminds  me  of  what  i’ve  lost.  ❞

❝  i  don’t  want  today  to  define  us…  but  i  kind  of  want  it  to.  ❞

❝  i  was  afraid  you’d  forget  what  today  was.  ❞

❝  it  feels  different  when  i’m  not  alone  on  valentines  day.  ❞

❝  i  wish  this  day  didn’t  come  with  expectations.  ❞

❝  i  keep  comparing  us  to  everyone  else,  and  i  hate  that.  ❞

❝  i  didn’t  think  i’d  make  it  through  today  without  you.  ❞

❝  valentines  day  is  cruel  to  people  who  feel  deeply.  ❞

❝  i  don’t  need  perfect.  ❞

❝  can  we  promise  this  isn’t  the  only  day  we  try?  ❞

[chillinrpmemes]

Put a 💋 in the inbox for our muses to share their first kiss.

[carusources]

Send "Will you be my Valentine?" to see my muse's reaction hearing it

[zootopianickjudy]