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🎁 A muzzle with a bow on top.

RP MEME: What’s the absolute worst present you can give my muse?

Nick thought about possible explanations as he tugged at the gift’s flashy ribbon. To his knowledge, it wasn’t any major holiday, nor his birthday. So why was this intricately prepared box with his name on it waiting on his work desk this morning? 

As he began to work at getting through the bright-pink wrapping paper, he also began to think about the sender of the gift. There had been no noticable sign of this. The present’s colors and designs gave off an undeniably feminine vibe, but then again, you never knew what the stores had left…

Once the rest of the covering was gone, Nick lifted the small box, put an upraised ear to it’s side, and gave it a curious little shake. Something loose clunked within the container, perhaps something metal. As he listened, it was then that he realized his heart was racing. Why was he so… excited? 

Deciding that this had gone on for too long, the fox finally pulled off the cover. His paw shook as he reached into the depths, grabbing ahold of a belt-like object. What? Nick pulled the item out from the box to take a closer look. 

“What’s this, a…,” the words freeze in mid-air as he realizes what he’s actually holding. Any evidence of a smile on his face is lost as he drops the accursed thing. He backs away into a corner, taking deep breaths as a faded movie of a memory begins to play behind his eyes. 

Not being able to bear looking at it for any longer, Nick forces his eyes closed. This brings the previously colorless movie into a high-definition 3D setting, complete with amplified sounds. 

“Preds should always be muzzled! Get him, get that pred! He’s nothin’ but a savage!" 

Quiet whimpers and sobs could be heard.

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Do you still make pawpsicles?

“I haven’t made too many ever since I got an actual job. Mostly because I don’t really have the time or need for them anymore, but also ‘cause Carrots doesn’t enjoy being reminded of how we met.” 

“Can’t imagine why.”

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Yooo Nick! Now that you`re a cop... How's your realtion with Finnick? Do you still hang out with him?

“My son was a little mad at me for having to work overtime, what can I say.”

“But really, yeah, we get together sometimes. Of course, we can’t, err, be entrepreneurs anymore because of my job, so he’s trying to turn over a new leaf, too.”

“Or so he says...”

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What Nick wanted to say was ‘Oh, I didn’t know I had a choice after going through the training for so long! In that case, I’m not ready, and I shall return to my usual sleeping schedule.’  Instead, he gave Judy the best 5 A.M. smile he could manage. 

“Rookie Cop Wilde reporting for duty,” he joked, in a voice lacking of enthusiasm. After a moment of watching the energetic bunny in front of him however, he realized that this sour attitude would probably get him nowhere once they entered the precinct house. Thus, he gave his eyes one last rub, and tried again. 

“Alright, Officer Fluff, you’ve worked here for a while. Think you can give me a little tour and some ideas on what to watch out for? Like, I dunno, how to get on a certain Chief Buffalo Butt’s good side?” 

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Nick have you heard of vaporwave?

“Pal, I’m gonna be honest with ya. I’m not too familiar with the term.”

Nick shrugged. “But if I had to guess, I’d say it sounds like a music genre,” he added with a hopeful smile.  

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🎁What’s the absolute worst present you can give my muse?🎁

HIT ME WITH YOUR BEST SHOT

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(new carrot, go follow!)

and… and after we’re done, you can hate me, and that’ll be fine, because i was a HORRIBLE FRIEND, and i hurt you. and you… and you can walk away knowing you were right all along. i really am just a DUMB BUNNY.

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How did one simply pass off a large mark like that as if it were nothing? Nick raised an eyebrow and watched disapprovingly as Judy tried to make up for her initially inadequate reply. However, he was mentally smiling at the notion that it was difficult for her to be dishonest around him. 

As Judy finished up her strangely quick explanation, Nick almost found himself genuinely frowning. He remembered having gone through similar situations very often as a kit, back when he recited the Cub Scout’s Oath every morning. When he stood up for other young predators, only to be beat down by several hooves and paws… It was a sore subject for him, so he assumed that Judy did not want to continue this conversation. 

“Mm, I see,” he said simply. Keeping his face an indifferent mask, he turned around in his seat and kept his eyes on a stray piece of paper on the desk. He twirled a pen between digits and hoped that Judy would not be able to detect his discomfort.

Nick finds out about the scratch on judys cheek what does he do

Nick frowned and sat upright in his chair, tilting his head to get a better look. Had that always been there? 

The small office room where they usually did their papers contained absolutely nothing of interest. The yellowish-green paint on the walls was chipped in numerous places and was devoid of any decoration. It was clear that the lights hadn’t had a changing in a while, which was a problem because there were no windows, either. Countless papers made sure that there was little room left on the table provided for their tasks. Long story short, throwing paper balls into the trash can could only keep a prisoner entertained for so long. 

Which was why Nick Wilde decided to stare at his partner in the force, Judy Hopps. She sat to his right in a chair much too large for any bunny. (pun intended?) Her usually large, optimistic eyes were half-shut as she wrote furiously, yet gracefully. She was leaning her face onto her left paw, parting the fur just enough to reveal…

“Hey, Carrots,” Nick said, suddenly breaking the previous silence. “What’s that you got on your cheek there?“ 

He knew what a scar was, of course. He was just somewhat surprised that he hadn’t noticed it before.

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Nick finds out about the scratch on judys cheek what does he do

Nick frowned and sat upright in his chair, tilting his head to get a better look. Had that always been there? 

The small office room where they usually did their papers contained absolutely nothing of interest. The yellowish-green paint on the walls was chipped in numerous places and was devoid of any decoration. It was clear that the lights hadn’t had a changing in a while, which was a problem because there were no windows, either. Countless papers made sure that there was little room left on the table provided for their tasks. Long story short, throwing paper balls into the trash can could only keep a prisoner entertained for so long. 

Which was why Nick Wilde decided to stare at his partner in the force, Judy Hopps. She sat to his right in a chair much too large for any bunny. (pun intended?) Her usually large, optimistic eyes were half-shut as she wrote furiously, yet gracefully. She was leaning her face onto her left paw, parting the fur just enough to reveal…

“Hey, Carrots,” Nick said, suddenly breaking the previous silence. “What’s that you got on your cheek there?" 

He knew what a scar was, of course. He was just somewhat surprised that he hadn’t noticed it before.

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“Hey, hey, back off, all of you. Please.” They never seemed to leave. 

At first, it was only Judy’s problem. Oceans of mammals wanting to know more about ‘the first bunny cop’ and ‘how she did it’ seemed to be everywhere she went. It was ridiculous, just searching up ‘Judy Hopps’ on Zoogle would bring up thousands of slanderous articles and images. 

Whenever she was swarmed, Nick could do nothing but stand by and worry about how well she could breathe. He had hoped that this was a case of temporary ‘Paparazzi-itis,’ and that they would eventually leave her alone. 

And in a way, they did. However, this was only because the mammals had realized that they could get more information from Judy’s partner. Paparazzi-itis was contagious. 

 “OK, look, I’ll talk about the most common question all of you have. Will ya leave me alone then?” he said, the desperation clear in his voice. 

“Fluff is a fantastic partner, I wouldn’t have anybody else. She’s gutsy and loyal, she’s great. And as for if we’re in a relationship or not…

You’re gonna have to ask her for details,” the fox said before scurrying away. 

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EVER WONDER WHAT MY MUSE SAYS ABOUT YOURS?

Send me a symbol.

📖 for what my muse would write about yours in their diary. 📷 for what my muse would say to the paparazzi about yours. 💋 for what my muse would say to the person trying to woo your muse. 🔪 for the eulogy my muse would give for yours. 💌 for a letter my muse would write to yours. 📫 for a letter my muse would write about yours to a third party. 📨 for a text my muse would send to yours. 💬 for a text my muse would send to yours to a third party. 💀 for what my muse would say upon hearing about your muse’s death. 👪 for what my muse would say to your muse’s child about them. 👊 for what my muse would say upon hearing yours has been arrested. 💒 for the toast my muse would give at your muse’s wedding.

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"Out of all the kids of animlas that treated you wrong who were the worst? Rabbits? P.S Hi I'm Sharvan BTW"

“Now that I think about it, it was usually the animals larger than me. Don’t mean to stereotype anyone, I swear, but I’m talking about, y’know, bears, ‘phants, w-” 

He was going to say “wolves,” but realized he was speaking to one. Awkward. 

“Wwwwater buffaloes!” he finished with a forced smile. Here’s to hoping that Bogo wasn’t in the vicinity. 

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// so uh... sorry about the inactivity. life never lets me have any free time these days, and it’s pretty annoying. however, i’ll try to get things chugging along around here in a week or so. thanks, i love all

of you! //

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// Thanks for the follow back! ❤ //

// thanks for finding me in the first place! Hope we get to see how you write very soon!

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"Oh! Another handsome fox."

“Hey, why point out the ridiculously obvious?” he asks. One could almost smell his ego. 

“I’d expect better coming from the maw of a classy and unbelievably good-looking devil such as yourself.”

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Nick was in the snow once again. Whether he was shaking from the cold or plain fear, he couldn’t tell. However, he knew his body would not be able to adjust so easily to his surroundings. His weapon wobbled in different directions and his teeth were starting to hurt from their uncontrollable chattering. It was beginning to get hard to think under the current circumstances, as if the temperature was freezing his mind along with his body.

“Heh-hh, those tacos sure would be gr-great right about n-now…” he said quietly to nobody in particular. Trying to remember what they taught him at training, Nick tried his best to scan the area around him, gun at ready. He began to stiffly move towards where Judy had told him to go. But where had she told him to go?

It had completely slipped his mind. He regretted his own rash decision of exiting the cruiser and would have face-pawed if his arms weren’t feeling frozen. Had she said the front or the back? Nick tried to reason with himself. The back wheel was attacked, so she might have wanted to meet at the front, but there were valuable items in the back. Also, there was food.

He began his slow trek towards the back of the vehicle. God, the snow really made it look as if the shadows of animals were moving in the distance…

Stakeout RP

Nick stepped out from his mobile sanctuary, his heart beating so fast and fiercely that the moans of the wind were hardly audible. He waddled his way through the thigh-deep snow until he reached the back of the large vehicle. He muttered under his breath as he struggled to find the indent under the cover of thick white. “This is all going swimmingly, I mean, who needs navigation, reception, or back-up? Why, I’d say we’re having a b-AGH!”

The fox yelped as the trunk suddenly sprang open, dumping its rather large collection of snow onto him.

It was quite a sight to see the snowfox hop back into the car, parts of his torso dripping everywhere. An assortment of poorly handled tools and gear tumbled out of his stiff arms as he immediately turned the heater onto its highest possible setting. “P-p-please tell m-me that I’m not m-missing anyth-thing important,” Nick begged as he leaned back in his seat.

From what he could see, he had brought everything they needed. After all, they only really needed coats, goggles, and some ammunition, right?

“I-I think I just need a m-minute, Carrots…”

His “minute” was then interrupted by the loud BANG of a wheel being slashed.