#▒░ 𝚅: 𝙸’𝚖 𝙰𝚕𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚊 𝙿𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚝! [ In School ]

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@bigspinachpuff asked: you've got something in your hair. ( RANDOM DIALOGUE PROMPTS! )

' -- Oh! I know! I'll break out the old blood sugar problem! That'll be sure to get the Kronkster to carry-- '

Kuzco has to physically shake himself out of his inner monologue when he realizes Kronk is speaking again, having completely zoned out in an effort to pretend that he's anywhere but here, and lifts his head to cast an inquisitive stare at him. " Hm? "

The weight of his companions words finally hit him, and he slowly reaches a hand towards the top of his head. " Better not be one of those stupid birds again; I didn't even say cuckoo! " When he feels whatever it is MOVE, he screams, batting aggressively at his hair. " GET IT OFF, GET IT OFF, GET IT OFF ! "

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Hah hah!

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@arcadiandefenders asked: Send  🌠  to  stargaze  with  my  muse. @ Varvatos ( — EVERYTHING IS FUN WITH YOU! ) - accepting!

" HAH! I KNEW IT! " Kuzco cheers, jumping out from behind the rock he spent the better part of the night sprawled out on while stargazing, but has since used as a hiding spot when this odd being began to approach him.

He jabs a triumphant finger at the large, blue creature as he moves around to the front of the rock, eager to confirm his suspicions if only so he can rub it in Malina's face later, but mindful enough to keep his distance. For now. "Just like I said, I KNEW there were space people out there trying to find me to bring me space presents. Oh, I can't wait to tell Malina that she was wrong!" Kuzco rubs his palms together, childlike excitement in his expression as he imagines her face. Then, he's sticking his hands out, gimme fingers at the ready.

" Sooo. . . where's my presents?! gimme gimme gimme! "

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@bigspinachpuff asked: “We’re married.” (It will be great XD) ( Send “We’re married.” ) - accepting!

Consciousness returns to him slowly as the sunlight streams in through the window, and it takes his sluggish mind, foggy with the haze of a deep sleep to recognize it as the warmth at the back of his eyelids. His eyes are already closed but he squints them even harder, a futile attempt to keep the sun at bay for as long as he can, but it's no use; he's already awake by now.

His jaw practically unhinges itself as he yawns, stretching languidly against the comfortable sheets and his alpaca fur filled mattress, and that's when he feels it; the weight of an arm resting across his stomach. Later, Kuzco will blame his morning grogginess for not noticing it sooner; but once he realizes what it means, he finally lets his eyes open to figure out what's going on.

Kronk's sleeping face greets him from inches away, and he stares, momentarily stunned and wondering if it's some kind of strange dream. He looks incredibly peaceful, his hair disheveled and that stupid hat helmet thing he wears discarded somewhere else. They were celebrating, but the memories are hazy, all he knows is that they were drinking something . . . wine, most likely, and dancing; then, nothing.

Kuzco continues to stare at him until he realizes what he's doing, and his eyes widen as he considers what else this potentially means. His cheeks flush, and he bites his lip, slowly reaching for the shared covers and pulling them up to check if . . . . yep.

It's exactly as bad as he thought it was, and he takes in a deep breath to hold in the confused scream he feels like letting out.

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Anonymous asked: "This is getting dangerous now." (From @yoursssneakylover ) ( ›       TENSION   LINER   PROMPTS ) - accepting!

" --and who's fault is THAT? " Kuzco lashes out, spinning around to face the infuriatingly handsome man with fire burning behind dark, brown eyes and a scowl tugging at his lips. " You're the one who got us into this mess! Telling everyone that I could never survive a hike up to the remote northern border by myself! " Frustration has been festering within the Emperor-to-be since they first reached the mountains summit, when Ramon insisted on being the first to start climbing to seek out dangerous ledges or crevices that he could possibly trip on.

If he could survive the jungle with Pacha as a llama, he's pretty sure he can handle a few . . . really tall, intimidating cliff faces. Thank you very much. Then it started pouring rain, and Kuzco's mood has only gotten worse with the Spaniards Australian's continuous commentary. " 'Ohh, I'm Ramon, and I'm a big kiss up! I'll take Kuzco up to the dangerous remote northern border to prove what a big, strong mountain man actually looks like! ' " Kuzco finishes his rant with a glare that could turn him to stone, despite the annoying, high pitch voice he just used to mimic him.

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@jami-multimuse asked: [Verse: Already a Peasant] There's a bang and a puff of smoke coming from the science class, and someone walks out of it, waving the smoke away. "Melanie, if y'all don't keep ya dang gizmos locked up somethin's gonna - who the hell are you?" A woman with strong muscles and a long braid looks at Kuzco, shocked. She's not one of the students who was here yesterday, that's for sure.

Looking effortlessly cool as he leans against the wall of lockers just outside of the science room is hard work-- but somebody has to do it, right? In reality, he's waiting for Malina, who wore her cute school spirit sweater today. He just manages another casual glance down the hall to see if she's about to appear when the bang startles him, and he nearly trips over his own feet in surprise.

Kuzco coughs as he straightens up, waving a hand in front of his face to clear the smoke, only to come face to face with a female he's never seen before. " . . . Who am I? " He quips, floored at the idea of someone in this empire-- HIS empire-- not knowing who he is.

" I'm Kuzco. The EMPEROR. " Hands spread, as if putting himself on display . . . before realizing he's just in his school uniform, and NOT his Emperor robes, and he coughs again and folds his arms defensively against his chest instead. " The real question here is, who are YOU? "

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"What do you mean I don't look like the Emperor?!"

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"If you're Kuzco and you know it washy wash, if you're Kuzco and you know it scrubby scrub. If you're Kuzco and you know it, then you own a golden toilet, if you're Kuzco and you know it washy wash." If you hear him singing one of his favorite songs while he's bathing, no you don't.

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"You knooooww-- Tap water isn't THAT different than spring water."

"Plus? It's fluorinated!

. . . Not that you would ever catch me drinking that peasant water, because ew."

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Gooooood morning, Kuzcoteers!

Why is it such a good morning, you ask?

— because I’M here! Duh!

You’re welcome.

Time for a skin toning session, a little lomi-lomi, and a nice long session at Echo cliff to remind myself of how awesome I am.

I know, I know. You’re probably thinking ‘Kuzco, you’re so busy! How do you do it?’

Well, my loyal subjects; the short answer is— 

It’s a sacrifice I’m willing to make, for all of you.

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Sooo. . . .

Who wants to run their fingers lovingly through my hair?

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" --I DON'T care, I'm NOT doing it. "

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" Okaaaaaaaay. . . -- what's that got to do with ME ? "

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[ open holiday themed starter set in the new school verse! ]

Stupid Kronk. This is all his fault– -- the big, stupid meathead. “Hey!” He’s jostled when a gnome rushes past him with an armful of toys, colliding with the back of his shoulder before continuing on like nothing happened. In his defense, it had to be impossible to see over the mile high stack of toys obscuring his vision, but still – RUDE. How could something made of chocolate have such pointy little elbows?

Kuzco grumbles to himself, aggressively brushing imaginary germs off of his shoulder with a muttered “no touchy.” as he casts his gaze around the busy room. He’s smack dab in the middle of what appears to be a bustling toy factory, with gnomes of all shapes and sizes darting around in an attempt to organize the piles and piles of toys stacking up in the middle of the room. To put it simply; it’s organized chaos. He scoffs, folding his arms across his chest and doing his best to ignore the stupid jingling sound his sleeves make as he does so. When he woke up this morning– or, night; he didn’t actually know what time it was anymore– he threw the covers off of the bed he was in only to find himself dressed like a complete idiot in one of the dumbest gnome outfits he’d ever seen. It even came complete with a stupid hat, sleeves and shoes that all had little jingle bells on them.

. . . He didn’t want to even think about where his actual clothes went, or who dressed him like this. Eugh.

Before he could question it any further (or protest), the bed dropped out from underneath him, a scream falling from his lips as he was catapulted down an ornately decorated slide reminiscent of Yzma’s stupid roller coaster. It dumped him unceremoniously into the huge pile of toys in the middle of the room he’s currently standing in, until a gnome had managed to fish him out.

Since then, he’s been standing off to the side, brooding as he waits for this supposed ‘Papa Santos’ to appear or for someone to tell him what’s going on. Everyone knows Papa Santos isn’t real. Except for Kronk, apparently. Big dumb ape.

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[ open starter set in the new school verse; ]

Thwack. This is cruel and unusual homework. Thwack. Just who does that short, unhappy little llama brain think he is? Giving them work to do AFTER school? Thwack. He hates the jungle– no. Hate isn’t a strong enough word. Kuzco loathes the jungle, with all of its creepy vines, and oh so scary leaves and dangerous jungle cats. He’s been chased by pumas twice through these dense trees and underbrush. That’s one time too many, in his book. If he never sees a jungle cat again it’ll be too soon.

There’s a clearing up ahead, the trees opening up to dappled sunlight highlighting the flowers and vegetation in a field interspersed with tall grass. If he wasn’t so annoyed, he might find it kind of pretty– but at this point he’s too frustrated to care. Mr. Moleguaco had tasked them all with the chore of finding a flower native to the region that they use for medical, ritual or decorative purposes. Despite his many, many protests– Kuczo was soundly outnumbered in believing this was just a way for Mr. Moleguaco to get out of actually doing any teaching, and ridiculed by both Kavo and Kronk for being afraid to go out by himself. He wasn’t afraid. He’s an Emperor type– not a big, scared-y baby type. Scared of some leaves and trees? Please. With a promise to be careful, Pacha lent him his machete and set him off onto a trail at the end of their village, with only a map and the homework scroll as his companions. It was early enough in the day that the sun was high and he could see his way, but there was always a risk of getting lost. Kuzco scowls as he passes a fallen log with Bucky perched atop it, lazily chewing on an acorn he’d found. Bucky offers him a jaunty little wave, and Kuzco sticks his tongue out at him in turn before heading further out into the field. There’s a bunch of flowers around here, but none that match any of his descriptions. It’s getting more frustrating with each one he rips out of the ground, but before he can venture back into the treeline, he notices a bush rustling on the path in front of him. Kuzco stops, hardly breathing as he watches it and debates whether or not he can make it back the way he came before the beast caught up to him. Because of course it had to be a puma. It just had to be, right? “Heh. . . nice kitty– “ He tries, slowly taking a step backwards and hiding the machete behind his back. As if the cat would notice it and lunge at him out of anger. In the next moment, something– or someone– emerges, and unable to help himself, Kuzco screams. “AHHH! Hey! NO sneaky!” He drops into his karate pose in an effort to disguise his heavy breathing, hands flying up beside his head. “NO SNEAKY. What are you trying to do, give the Emperor a heart attack?”

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Christmas 'Santa's Workshop' theme starter;

Had a lot of fun with this starter! Enjoy.~

Stupid Kronk. This is all his fault– the big, stupid meathead. “Hey!” He’s jostled when a gnome rushes past him with an armful of toys, colliding with the back of his shoulder before continuing on like nothing happened. In his defense, it had to be impossible to see over the mile high stack of toys obscuring his vision, but still – RUDE. How could something made of chocolate have such pointy little elbows? Kuzco grumbles to himself, aggressively brushing imaginary germs off of his shoulder with a muttered “no touchy.” as he casts his gaze around the busy room. He’s smack dab in the middle of what appears to be a bustling toy factory, with gnomes of all shapes and sizes darting around in an attempt to organize the piles and piles of toys stacking up in the middle of the room. To put it simply; it’s organized chaos. He scoffs, folding his arms across his chest and doing his best to ignore the stupid jingling sound his sleeves make as he does so. When he woke up this morning– or, night; he didn’t actually know what time it was anymore– he threw the covers off of the bed he was in only to find himself dressed like a complete idiot in one of the dumbest gnome outfits he’d ever seen. It even came complete with a stupid hat, sleeves and shoes that all had little jingle bells on them. . . . He didn’t want to even think about where his actual clothes went, or who dressed him like this. Eugh.

Before he could question it any further (or protest), the bed dropped out from underneath him, a scream falling from his lips as he was catapulted down an ornately decorated slide reminiscent of Yzma’s stupid roller coaster. It dumped him unceremoniously into the huge pile of toys in the middle of the room he’s currently standing in, where he stayed until a gnome had managed to fish him out.

Since then, he’s been standing off to the side, brooding as he waits for this supposed ‘Papa Santos’ to appear or for someone to tell him what’s going on. Everyone knows Papa Santos isn’treal. Except for Kronk, apparently. Big dumb ape.

Kronk isn’t even here– the last thing he remembers is the big lug breaking out a tray of spinach puffs, and penguins stealing that tray before everything went dark on him. He was the one who believed in all of this nonsense, he should at least be here to suffer with him.

In the corner of his eye, he can see a group of gnomes approaching him who look like they mean business. Good. Maybe he’ll finally get some answers, or at least find out how to get out of here.