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Although they had progressively changed with time, growing with him as he slowly turned from small and insecure leveret to full-fledged hare, his steps had always been familiar to him. Sometimes, he would detest them because they were weak; sometimes, he would thank them because they were fast. Regardless of the case, they were unmistakably his, and he knew all about them, for better or worse.
But he didn’t know whom those present steps belonged to. The weight of the life he had stubbornly chosen to lead that day of fifteen years ago, against all odds and his father’s wants, wasn’t burdening on him anymore. His legs, accustomed to move forward in spite of carrying it, were light now. So light he could hardly recognize them; so light it was almost unbearable.
“You’ll get a headache, if you keep frowning like that.” In some strange, perhaps a bit cruel, trick of events, the voice unmistakably coming from behind him sounded like it was reverberating rig
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When Jack had come up with that invitation out of nowhere, Cynthia had immediately been filled with raw, wild excitement, which resulted in her spending five whole minutes rolling on the bed in ecstasy, before picking up the phone the hare had written on with a skittish movement, “When?” Cynthia had hurriedly typed, her mind already picturing the possible ways in which they would have spent the evening – even the night, maybe – at his house, giggling like a little fool as she fell prey to the headiest euphoria.
And so, when he had told her the name of a renowned restaurant downtown, Cynthia took a good while to figure out why Jack had brought it up. “Let’s meet there, this Monday night at 22:00 P.M.,” the message continued, without giving any further explanation. “Don’t be late.
He wants to take me out to dinner?’ The vixen had wondered, confused. Suddenly, the tendern
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Hi everyone, this is Four O'Clocks Art page!

We are two italian girls, aoimotion and rem289, who share one huge passion: creating art.
We demand just two things from our readers: to respect our work, and to be able to look at it from a free and unbiased perspective. The rest is fairly irrelevant. :)

Note: NOTHING ON THIS PAGE IS ZOOTOPIA CONTENT! If you found us through this tag, you're welcome as long as you're aware of this fact and you have no intention to treat our work as fanon material. Thanks! 😄

[Formerly AoiRemArt. We'll change the name when JSF is concluded.]


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Hi, everyone.

As many of our followers should already know, for many months now we've reiterated that there is no longer any association between our work and whatever the Zootopia fandom has become. Since we, the original authors, firmly deny connection with the Disney movie, it should be spontaneous for readers to refrain from making up imaginary ones, for the only purpose to find peace and relief in their fandomistic dimension. However, although the problem is progressively decreasing over time, thanks to our unwavering determination to defend what belongs to us, a small part of the people who follow us doesn't seem to understand (or, more likely, deliberately chooses to ignore) how things really are.

You also have noticed, we hope, that in the past weeks we haven't proposed the figure of "Jack Savage" as the fandom, one fine day, has decided to adopt him. Except for our comics still in progress, OD and JSF, our Jack not only doesn't show the original features of the old artwork, but he's also called Turner, which is his original surname since his birth as our character, the same surname that will be used permanently in the next comic with him and Cynthia. And yet, there are still people on Tumblr and DeviantArt who label our posts with the magic word "zootopia" (there are even those who still manage to call Cynthia "Skye" 🤷🏻‍♀️). As we've already explained once (it should go without saying, actually), this fact not only bothers us, but it also represents a problem, because it perpetrates a misunderstanding which is going to damage us and our work in the long run.

For this reason, today we are here to ask you your opinion on this unfortunate matter. By clicking 👉 here 👈 you will be taken to a poll where you can choose from various options the way you think we should act against this category of people described above.

We decided to write this post now because even the art for Cynthia's birthday, published yesterday, was considered like zootopian material by some people. As authors, we consider this matter (along with many other similas ones) very serious and annoying. Surely, there are artists who don't mind if their work is attached to the "Zootopia pool", but we are not this kind of people. We don't want the old fandom we once belonged to, to take something which doesn't belong to it. As authors who take their work seriously, it's our duty to preserve and safeguard the identity and the belonging of our characters, even if this may appear insane, uncomfortable, ungrateful or any adjective you might like to attribute to our attitude. Just because they are anthropomorphic animals, and just because we once created comics about Zootopia, it doesn't mean every other animal that comes out of our fantasy is still an extension of this fictional universe. Insisting on holding onto this belief is nothing but disrespectful.


Although they had progressively changed with time, growing with him as he slowly turned from small and insecure leveret to full-fledged hare, his steps had always been familiar to him. Sometimes, he would detest them because they were weak; sometimes, he would thank them because they were fast. Regardless of the case, they were unmistakably his, and he knew all about them, for better or worse.

But he didn’t know whom those present steps belonged to. The weight of the life he had stubbornly chosen to lead that day of fifteen years ago, against all odds and his father’s wants, wasn’t burdening on him anymore. His legs, accustomed to move forward in spite of carrying it, were light now. So light he could hardly recognize them; so light it was almost unbearable.

“You’ll get a headache, if you keep frowning like that.” In some strange, perhaps a bit cruel, trick of events, the voice unmistakably coming from behind him sounded like it was reverberating right inside his head, as though his very conscience had just spoken.

In fact, Jack considered with a bitter smile – which, lucky for him, couldn’t be seen at the time – it wouldn’t have been so odd if the will of his heart was voiced by Cynthia Walker. “How can you possibly know that I’m frowning, if all you have access to from that position is my back?”

“Because, when you’re in a mood, every part of your body works together so that this fact is perfectly apparent to whoever gets to interact with you.” A feather-like touch reached him between his shoulder blades, one that made his guts silently twist in a sailor’s knot. “Here,” she tapped twice, “you’re stiff as a board. I highly doubt your face is any better.”

Despite the thickness of his hoodie, the soft rocking motion of Cynthia’s finger felt very much distinct – and very much terrifying – to the hare, who barely suppressed the urge to shy away from it by distracting himself with a sharp retort: “There is a variety of reasons to explain why I would be in a mood, and you should already be informed of many of them, Cynthia.”

“It bothers you that your private life is not private anymore?” She asked, her tone just a little bit flippant, “Well, look at the bright side: the GSD could have had a much more annoying shadow trail you day and night. They had plenty to choose from the pool of Agents considered suitable for the task.”

“A pool that you’ve arranged to drain in no time,” Jack punctuated, “thanks to your readiness to claim the role of my shadow as yours.” He picked up the pace in order to break physical contact with Cynthia; she did nothing to recover it, and Jack entrusted his senseless disappointment to an equally senseless grunt.

“Objectively speaking, I was the best choice in all respects,” she stated, calmly. Professionally, almost, like it was the Agent inside her talking. But Jack knew there was more than just duty behind her actions. Oh, he knew so well. Maybe that was why he was always so distressed around her. That, and… a couple of seasonal factors. “You should be grateful for my readiness, not making fun of it.”

“I am,” Jack assured, softening his temper, not because he wanted to appease Cynthia, but because he really was. He just hoped the vixen would take his word for it. “Although, that doesn’t detract from the overall problematic situation.”

An amused chuckle tickled the back of his head. “Well, you’ve always been kind of problematic, Jack.”

“I was one of the most efficient Agents of GSD,” he sorely retorted.

“Still problematic.”

Jack groaned. “Whose side are you on, anyway?” He inquired as he rolled his eyes to the sky, which was tinged red by the setting sun gradually disappearing behind the city’s horizon. Those shades made him heavy-hearted, as though he was looking directly at his true colors.

Jack almost didn’t notice when a new utterance resonated in the air. “I do realize it’s hard for an outsider to understand,” he started, “but I am at an impasse. It’s like being tethered to a fence.” His pride was bent so that Jack could pronounce the sentence aloud and, above all, in the presence of Cynthia. And yet, he could tell, it bent way lesser than expected. Maybe there was no ego to protect anymore, or maybe he was just getting used to tossing it in the trash; whatever the case might be, Jack didn’t feel shame over his own admission, nor did he feel it when more of his emotions were exposed: “I’ve always lived on my own, accounting for my actions only if absolutely necessary. And now… I am but a blip on the radar of that very Agency I’ve worked for since I was eighteen. Can you barely conceive the misery of my current condition?”

Cynthia didn’t say a word. Which was fine, since the only acceptable answer to his question was ‘no’ either way.

But then, why was that silence so disappointing? It didn’t make any sense for Jack… unless, of course, he was willing to admit his own idiocy. Too bad he had already done it so many times in the past month, that his mind had basically gotten fed up with the insult. “Don’t bother responding to me,” Jack preempted, “it was an allegorical statement. I’m perfectly aware no one would be able to walk in my hind paws. I am not so naive as to seek sympathy for my circumstances.”

Again, what came through was the perfect absence of any sound. This time, there was more than simple disappointment when Jack turned around to see what kind of expression – if any – Cynthia was making…

But she wasn’t where Jack expected her to be.

“... I can’t believe that.” The hare shoved half of his face in one paw as the other half watched Cynthia Walker gaily toddling toward a food truck. A defeated sigh escaped his lips, turning into a snort midway. It was so absurd he couldn’t even be properly indignant. “I’ll tell your superiors you lost sight of your target to feed your stomach,” Jack shouted from the distance, “exposing your back to me like an amateur.”

“And I’ll deny everything,” she quipped with a shrug. “By the way, it’s not like you’d become a threat just because I’m not looking at you, Jack. After all, I am not an amateur.” With the same nonchalance, Cynthia turned her attention to the llama inside the truck and asked: “Good afternoon, I’d like that bar in the upper right corner… no, not that one… yes, the one without caramel. Thank you very much.” She paid for it, and then went back to him with the loot firmly clenched in her fist. “Huh, you’re still here? I thought you wanted to take advantage of my inexcusable distraction and prove that I’m an incompetent. Glad that you’ve spared me the humiliation,” Cynthia thanked him with a polite bow.

Jack shook his head, utterly defeated. “You’re impossible,” he exhaled, compelling himself to keep a hard-faced attitude, “and you shouldn’t consume sugar at 6 p.m., if you value your waistline.”

“Oh, c’mon, it’s just a scant bar! And also, I do not intend to eat this alone,” Cynthia added, wearing an ambiguous smirk. “Jack, do you know what today is?”

“It’s Thursday.”

“No, I mean, the number.”


“Yes, but which month?”

“...” Jack held Cynthia’s defiant stare, years of unimaginable training preventing him from melting into a miserable puddle of murkiness before her vintage sunglasses, with golden eyes peeping from above. Until the last moment he had hoped not to pull at that thread, but, in the end, the frivolity of the subject was too luscious, too enticing to be dodged for the whole day. “Okay, fine,” Jack grumbled, deciding that if they couldn’t avoid addressing the elephant in the room, at least he’d contribute to the discussion in the coolest and detached way his lying skills would provide him with, “it’s Valentine’s Day, so what?

‘So what?’” she mocked him with unabashed theatricality, “‘Ah, Valentine’s Day, the holiday of the fools and the vilification of common sense!’

Keep it cool, Jack, keep it cool…’ He bit his bottom lip to thwart the not cool, and even less detached, prickle bursting in the back of his throat. He wouldn’t laugh in the face of such a discourteous imitation of himself; he wouldn’t sink this low, even if it was Cynthia who invited him into the depths… probably. “It was a serious question. How does the holiday excuse the purchase and consumption of glucose at this time of the day?”

“That’s an awfully rhetorical question, even by your standard, Jack.” Cynthia quickly got back into her character, a smile of tepid condescension spreading on those dark as night lips of hers as she gazed down at him like you would with a problematic kit. It made Jack want to grunt again. “Isn’t today perhaps the day couples show reciprocal affection by exchanging sweets?”

Jack’s ears perked high, like two splendid Apollo 11’s about to take off towards the unknown. “Number one, you don’t exchange plain ‘sweets’ on Valentine’s Day, but a very specific one, that is, chocolate. And a chocoholic like you should know better.”

Cynthia nodded. “I agree. In fact, the bar I bought is made of chocolate.”

“Oh, please,” Jack said, scoffing, “that thing is anything but chocolate.”

“Arguable. Number two?”

“Number two…” Suddenly, a sponge-like object seemed to materialize in his esophagus. Jack tried to swallow it, but to no avail. “A-as you said, the aforementioned practice is common between couples. Don’t you think we lack something, here?”

“Well, there are two of us,” Cynthia pointed out. “It should be the minimum required for talking about couples…”

“Number three!” His voice cracked like a stoned glass. Jack faltered, his soul writhed in a vacuum of embarrassment, his vocal chords became pillars of fire as he found himself averting Cynthia’s curious look. “Number three…” The hare strove to finish the sentence, but there was no way the thought he had in mind would fit in his mouth. Merely contemplating it was already enough to have his latent anxiety surging like crazy. “That… should go without saying, actually,” he improvised, turning his back as he started walking away from her.

“And what is that?” Cynthia pressed, rubbing salt in his wounded spirit. “I can’t contest your logic if you keep it to yourself.”

“You don’t need to,” the hare objected through gritted teeth as he kept marching, head down. Jack knew it wasn’t nice of him, but niceness didn’t exactly belong to him at the time, “And I don’t want to talk about this anymore.”

“Okay, but at least watch where you’re going,” Cynthia warned him, “you aren’t allowed in Oldoor, remember? GSD’s orders.”

“What does Oldoor have to do with…” Jack lifted his gaze to see where he was headed, and the first thing that came into sight was the beginning of a low brick wall, which appeared to delimit the area of a group of neglected town houses. It was covered in loud graffiti, just like the houses themselves and unlike the last street furniture he had paid mind to. They really had walked to the suburbs without Jack being aware of his surroundings. ‘Where have I been in the past hour?

However, despite the sudden awareness of his own absence of attention disturbing him at first, what he found himself focusing on the most was the wall. Even though its evident ugliness was an eyesore, something about it drew Jack in… notably, the fact that it was higher than ground level.

Which happened to be exactly what his crushed self-confidence needed.

Out of practice, but still strong, thighs lunged, placing the buck over the wall with utmost precision. Jack sat down, legs crossed and paws buried in his hoodie’s pockets, perfectly embodying the rebellious boy grappling with a teenage life crisis. “... Sorry, I got distracted,” he concluded, his nose twitching as he shrank into the folds of his slightly oversized clothes. “I had no intention to enter Oldoor, don’t worry. I know the deal.”

Cynthia perused him for a little while. “So, I gather this is how your hare majesty plans to end the conversation?” She asked at last, tilting her head as she cast a teasing glance upon him. “By looming from the top of a scribbled wall as your snout covers itself in intimidating wrinkles?”

“I’ve already ended it two minutes ago,” Jack muttered, eliminating all risk of eye contact with the vixen by turning 180 degrees around like a compass needle. “I just wanted to sit down a bit, and I apologize on behalf of my surly face.” For some time now he had been under the impression that any form of his behavior was able to rouse befuddlement in Cynthia, but that sensation was especially vivid at that moment. Jack regularly experienced great vulnerability in her company, and he didn’t know if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

It surely was terrifying.

“Really? Yet you looked like someone who was trying very hard to prove a point…” Cynthia sounded affable, not bothered in the slightest by his lack of manners. “In that case, let’s drop the dissertation and get practical.”

Jack heard her unwrapping the snack, but he dared not show any sign of care for what she was doing. But when he saw Cynthia breaking it in half from the corner of his eye – actually, he was pretty sure one piece was slightly longer than the other – and passing one piece to him, he couldn’t help but turn to her again, his expression bewildered.

“Here you go, Mr. Turner,” she said, “happy silly holiday.”

The hare didn’t move a muscle, although his body did want to pounce on Cynthia’s offer the instant she had stretched out her arm towards him, and not because he was hungry. “... What’s the meaning of this?” Jack inquired, inflecting his voice as though he was questioning a witness; except he was the one feeling under indictment.

“Oh, stop being a grouch and take it,” she ordered, frowning just long enough to make it abundantly clear that she wasn’t going to take ‘no’ for an answer.

So, Jack had no other choice but to accept the food Cynthia was forcing on him… or, at least, that was the excuse he told himself to lay aside the relief flooding him when one paw resurfaced from the pocket to reach the bar. She nodded encouragingly, and Jack brought it under his nose to sniff it cautiously. It smelled sweet, indeed, but less sweet compared to the sugary menu Cynthia usually had. He gave the chocolate a tentative lick. “It tastes almost edible,” he admitted, before nibbling at it with suspicion. Much to his surprise, the bar really was edible. “I thought you were used to another level of horror.”

“I ache to take a picture of you right now,” the vixen chirped, flagrantly ignoring Jack’s remark. Her tone was so affectionate that he choked on his bite. “I can give you my half, too, if you ask nicely.”

“I – cough – don’t want your half!” Jack screeched, in the process of suffocating, “I didn’t even want – cough mine!”

“But you took it~!”

“Because you threatcough–ened me!” Jack punched his chest to choke the bar down, and then confronted Cynthia with absolute fury… that lasted until she started giggling. “Don’t… make fun of me,” he tried to articulate, but honestly, on no account could he spoil her humor.

Especially not when she looked so damn adorable. “S-sorry, but… you’re just too…” The rest of her sentence drowned in more delicious chirps, and this time not just his steps, but also his heart seemed to become lighter.

He didn’t feel too much like complaining, though.
Artwork:  Lightweight - artwork by AoiRemArt

For Valentine's Day, we decided to prepare something new, but most of all, something officially canon.

A new story is available in the NOVELS section of our site's menu. It's settled some months after the end of the J comic, and it is part of the new series we're going to work on... continue
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Yes, that's right: this is Operation Dinnertime's LAST PAGE. At least, on our public platforms.
In fact, more is to come in late 2019; we're going to release a special collection which will include:

  • the first 11 pages re-drawn to match the style of the latest pages;
  • the official continuation of the story after page 45 (they should be 10+ unedited pages);
  • various sketches and notes from the authors;
  • the written version of a part of the comic (to be decided);

The collection will be up for sale, and its price will be between 10$ and 20$, depending on how it turns out. Of course, our patrons will be eligible for a special discount based on the tier they belong to.

More information is to come in the future!

👉 More info at Four O'Clocks Art 👈

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Someone has recently been posting our comics in a site called e621, tagging them as Zootopia stuff (even crediting Cynthia to Disney!). We're very much glad to say that yesterday we successfully managed to TAKE DOWN MORE THAN 400 PAGES FROM THAT WEBSITE, and nobody will be able to repost any of our work there ever again.
Just give up, guys. :)

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TRAJANTHEGREAT Featured By Owner 2 days ago  New Deviant
Happy Valentines Day.
CharlesDCoburn13457 Featured By Owner 2 days ago  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Happy Valentines Day Girls

Hope it was a great one
TRAJANTHEGREAT Featured By Owner Edited Feb 4, 2019  New Deviant
Your version of Jack Savage and your art work of Cynthia and Jack are amazing. 
AoiRemArt Featured By Owner Feb 4, 2019  Hobbyist General Artist
Actually, Cynthia is a completely original character, so how is "our version of her"?
TRAJANTHEGREAT Featured By Owner Edited Feb 4, 2019  New Deviant
Oh, my bad! I meant this version of Jack Savage(only) 

Sorry, my bad. Fixed it. 
AoiRemArt Featured By Owner Edited Feb 4, 2019  Hobbyist General Artist
Ok then :) but "this version of Jack Savage" is also a completely different character from whatever the original concept should have been. Our characters don't belong to the Zootopia universe, so I think it's also incorrect to address Jack like this. He was just inspired by the concept, but he's not a version of it either.

Anyway, thanks for the huge feedback :D
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Esicyon Featured By Owner Jan 16, 2019
I love your art work! 
AoiRemArt Featured By Owner Jan 16, 2019  Hobbyist General Artist
Thank you very much! :)
Esicyon Featured By Owner Jan 16, 2019
I love the relationship between Jack and Cynthia, I just love how they both are attracted to each-other big time, and easily complete eachother, but for some reason just can't seem to confess :) 
AoiRemArt Featured By Owner Jan 16, 2019  Hobbyist General Artist
You should definitely read the stories I wrote, then. They deepen their relationship a lot. In case, you can find them here:
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