#llama kuzco

[faggyart]

kuzco doodle :)

[twisting-echo]

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! ^^

[theemperorsnewfanblog]

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

[8koko8]

Emperor Kuzco

[slaughter-books]

Day 8: JOMPBPC: Other-Worldly

[totallyambularmua]

[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???

[boombambaby]

Thunderstorms. (Pt. 1)

It happens a few weeks into staying with the Pacha clan and attending Kuzco Academy. Torrential rain blankets the tropical region of the Peruvian highlands for several days in a row, pounding down against the Earth as if the Sun God himself were displeased with them and showing it through the weather. Water lashes in thick rivulets against the huts in Pacha’s village, threatening the very foundations of the fieldstone and mud based structures. One could almost consider it soothing; rhythmic in its intensity and constant drumming against the modest dwellings were it not for the fierce, howling wind that accompanies it. Several of the huts in the village lose their thatch roofing in the storms, the winds carrying the water reeds and rushes within their grasp and scattering them amongst the surrounding hilltops like confetti.

Peasants rush wildly out into the violent winds and pouring rain in an attempt to fix their roofing, spending grueling hours battling against the conditions to make reinforcements so their huts will not be in danger of flooding overnight. Ordinarily, in a storm this severe the Palace is notified, and funds and food storages are made immediately available to the villages affected by such devastating forces. Guards and the military are sent out to assist them with whatever else is needed, including repairing any damage to the village or assisting the villagers with searching for lost family members, livestock or pets, if necessary. With how quickly the storm sets in, there’s little to no time to prepare– and most everybody, including those still living in the palace, are forced to buckle down and wait it out wherever they can find shelter until it passes. Unfortunately for Kuzco, that means that he’s stuck for the time being in the meager accommodations of a peasant's hut, in a remote hilltop village far away from the safety of said palace. Luckily for him– or unluckily, depending on how you look at it– Chaca and Tipo weren’t home. Call it bad timing, but they had been sent away for the week to a Junior Chipmunk camping and survival retreat with their troop leader, and weren’t expected back for several days yet. Possibly even longer, depending on when the storm finally cleared. Pacha and Chicha were beside themselves with worry, with Chicha threatening to head out and find the group herself if it meant making sure her kids were okay. Pacha talked her out of it thankfully, but with no way of communication there was no telling what it was exactly that they were going through. This of course left Kuzco alone in his attic bedroom, and any other time he’d be thrilled to have the room to himself, but without the children there to annoy him he’s never felt more alone in his life. Well, almost never. Memories come flooding back to him unbidden as he stares up at the ceiling, of his wet fur mottled with dirt and debris clinging to his lanky frame as he sits alone on that mound of mud in the middle of the tropical jungle. All at once it’s like he’s back in that moment, whimpering to himself as he stares at his surroundings, a hoof reaching up in a too human gesture of comfort to brush against his opposite arm. Rain pelts against his head and obscures his vision, and he can’t tell the difference anymore between the rainwater and the tears pouring from his eyes, so he closes them against the onslaught of both. He’s cold all over– even more so than the first night when Pacha was kind enough to cover him with his poncho despite his taunting and demands, and he resigns himself to his fate; that he’s never going to be warm again. The thought numbs him as much as the cold mud beneath him does, and after a moment he gives up and lets his weight fall to the side, bringing his long legs closer to his chest and wrapping his ‘arms’ around them so he can comfortably bring his head and neck down against them as well. It’s an awkward fetal position, but it manages to save the little bit of body heat he has left.

[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

[happyllamaglama]

[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 !

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more great sketches (✿◠‿◠)

[boombambaby]

. . . What-

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

[artbyjasonleung]

Kuzco from The Emperor’s New Groove 🦙