#llama kuzco

[faggyart]

kuzco doodle :)

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A romantic moodboard of Snow White x Emperor Kuzco (Snowzco)

I ship Kuzco and Snow White because I thought it would be cute for them to bond over the fact that they were both poisoned. I love them because Kuzco is a narcissist who sees only what's on the outside and thinks that he's the fairest one of them all, and Snowie, who is kind and sees only inner beauty, is oblivious to the fact that she's the fairest of them all. Snowie negates Kuzco's narcissism and teaches him humility. (She basically baked him a big, humble pie.)

[rickardt]

Next up, we have the groovy Emperor himself, Kuzco! ^^

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llama Kuzco pushing his ears behind his head all bashful😂🥹

[8koko8]

Emperor Kuzco

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Day 8: JOMPBPC: Other-Worldly

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[notcoolbutcute]

when your feelings have been hibernating for too long and you're starting to wonder if emotions are even a real thing, but then your depression suddenly hits again

[actual-corpse]

Emo edit Kuzco???

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[grey-eyed-bird]

Well, yes, that is definitely the plot BUT

Kuzco is very much a Llama

“you support gay rights so you must be gay”

i support animal rights do i look like a fucking alpaca to you

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Thunderstorms. (Pt. 2)

Just as he starts to fade into a restless sleep in the memory, his eyes blink open to the darkened view of the rumbling thatch roof hanging above him. Warmth returns to him as he comes back to himself, both from the blankets pulled up to just underneath his chin, and Wompy bear curled tightly against his chest. It could be days or hours that Kuzco lays there, just staring up at the roof, listening to the rain pelting against it and reliving those awful memories. One of his hands idly pets the scruff on Wompy’s head to remind himself that he isn’t there anymore; he’s not alone and it’s comforting enough to relax him minutely for the time being.

Some time later, a sound akin to the hut itself falling apart around him startles him awake, the loud crash of thunder still booming in his ears as he bolts upright in his bed. The candle he’d been using to keep the room has gone out at some point in the night, and the room is cast in a pitch dark blackness that makes it impossible to see through. A scream rips itself from his throat, burning as it finds its way out of his mouth and in that moment he’s back there again; alone with no one but himself and all of his regrets, in that dark jungle in the middle of a terrible storm. He deserves nothing less– and no one is coming for him.

“Kuzco?! Kuzco!”

Pacha’s voice sounds like it’s underwater when it finally reaches him, and his eyes fly open– when did he close them?-- to dart around the room for its source. Pacha has just finished ascending the staircase to the attic with his own candle, and is striding quickly across the room and towards him. With that realization, Kuzco thrusts the blankets off of himself to stare down at his legs– his very human, not fur covered legs, and the feet (not hoofs!) attached to them.

His breathing is ragged and no matter how many times he swallows he can’t seem to catch a breath despite the relief he feels when he realizes he’s human again. As if sensing where his mind had been, Pacha takes a seat on the bed beside him and dips his head to try and catch his attention. “Kuzco– Kuzco, look at me. In and out, follow my breathing.” He inhales and exhales slowly, and Kuzco follows him the best he can until he can feel his heart-rate start to calm enough to take a steady breath in.

This sort of thing never used to happen to him. The idea of him having a panic attack, or whatever this was, was laughable– he is (was) the Emperor! As such, he wasn’t allowed to have any flaws, of any kind. This could certainly be considered a flaw. A blight on his sunlike radiance, if you will; but after his return, they began to happen far more frequently. Amongst them, was his first dinner after returning to the palace.

An unsuspecting maid brought him a goblet of wine to drink with dinner, and when he’d noticed that she chose the very one Kronk had presented to him the night of his birthday, Kuzco screamed and slapped it out of her hands before she had the chance to put it on the table. His council stared at him like he had two heads, and the maid apologized profusely before bending to attempt to clean it up. Kuzco excused himself to his room until he was able to get a better control of himself, and when he returned it was as if his little freak out had never happened.

Since then, he’s had several events like this that range in severity depending on the subject, and he’s become a master of brushing it off and pretending like it wasn’t a big deal. None were quite as extreme as the one he was currently having, and he was grateful to Pacha for being there for him. “I’m– I’m good.” Kuzco pants, dramatically throwing himself back against his pillows once he can actually take a breath in.

Pacha doesn’t move, and when Kuzco peeks one of his eyes open he notices the llama herder staring intently at him. “That happen a lot?”  He questions, not unkindly, as his hands fold themselves in his lap. “Because it looked pretty bad. You were really out of it for a minute there.” His initial reaction is to laugh it off, nudge Pacha in the side until he gets off of his bed and once again pretend it never happened– but inwardly, he’s pleased by both the company during the storm since he was alone up here, and the man’s comfort and support.

Despite himself, Kuzco lets his gaze cast to the side, falling on his beloved Wompy where he’d been thrown in his fit to find his legs beneath the covers. He tugs him into his lap and plays with his arms for lack of anything better to do, and focuses his attention on the doll instead when he replies. “. . . More than you’d think.” He admits, with a low huff. “It’s like I’m back there– alone, on that stupid mound of mud. Y’know, I never realized how much wet llama fur actually stinks.” It’s a sad attempt at deflecting with humor, but it’s all he’s got right now.

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more great sketches (✿◠‿◠)

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. . . What-

Do you know how many Emperors had to be sacrificed for this blend?!

[zalmoxis-the-great]

That sad, self-imposed exiled necron you are looking at was once a necrontyr. And not any necrontyr, but The Silent King!

Allow me to share with you @courgowr absolutely hilarious idea, The Silent King's new groove!

This was too silly not to post !