#kuzco's poison the poison specifically designed to kill kuzco

[ghostoffuturespast]

OCs As Poisonous Plants

Thank you @vox-monstera for the tag! <3 I actually really love dress up games lol, they're fun.

Rules: create a look-book for one (or more) of your ocs using this meiker and then take this uquiz and share their results.

Grandpa V in a couple of different fits. Deep down she just wants to be comfy and curl up into a little ball in oversized clothes. I also just realized she'd totally be down for fanny packs, extra pocket space for grenades and snacks.

Lily Of The Valley

This is the poison of giving too much. You feel yourself emptying out, dizzying, discoloring-- until you fear you will fade entirely and wither away. You have always had to give. You never had a choice before. They pluck your flowers for their beauty, they trample your leaves carelessly, they pull out your roots by the fistful and berate you for daring to grow. And now that you have a grove to spread out in, your rhizomes tangle and curl in on themselves. When cruelty is all you've ever known, thriving seems impossible. But the answer is not to make yourself small and offer every lovely thing you are to the world in the hopes it will have mercy on you. The answer is to let yourself dare to thrive for thriving's sake, to grow in the wild ways you wish to-- and to do that for yourself for once.

Too tired to tag rn lol. Do the thing if you want! Follow your heart!

Being a plant nerd below the cut.

Lily of the Valley - Convallaria majalis - Is a flowering plant native to Europe and Eurasia (there's another species Convallaria pseudomajalis, which is native to North America), and are members of the asparagus family! While often cultivated in gardens for their beautiful flowers and fragrant scent, they are highly poisonous and contain high amounts cardiac glycosides, which are toxic to humans and other animals if ingested. Poisonous compounds found in plants are defensive mechanisms to help reduce herbaceous grazing from animals.

[loveruns]

It’s time to come clean...

I have been a FAKE trans all along and the REAL reason I take testosterone is only to hone my Kronk impression

[thatoneaonelover]

Oikawa: Have you ever really focused on the word United States? The United States is a Union of states, the several states joined together. The States United.

Mattsukawa: The poison. The poison for Kuzco. The poison specifically designed to kill Kuzco. Kuzco’s poison. That poison.

[kalypsichor]

five’s a crowd [ beatles x reader ] part five

chapter summary: It’s time for some apologies (aPAULogies!). You and Paul have a chat about student debt, Parliament, and showers. John tries to convince everyone that he won’t break the telly (again), Ringo tries to convince everyone that he’s NOT an old man, and you just wish George would drop that goddamn towel. 

warnings: george is almost naked but not naked enough (sigh)

masterlist and parts one | two | three | four

these chapters are just getting longer, huh. also, queen makes a more... definitive appearance.

Paul’s chosen the corner booth. It’s the spot that you all usually cram into, obnoxious and loud and always on the verge of being kicked out. Sitting there all by himself with nothing but a cup of coffee, he looks very small and lonely and you feel a pang of guilt.

He glances up when you sit down next to him. “Back for round two?” Paul says, and despite this he still scoots over to give you more room.

“No.” Sighing, you resist your fight-or-flight instinct. You’ve always hated confrontation. “I just wanted to apologize. I probably overreacted today and I shouldn’t have, um… ”

“Ripped me a new one?”

You laugh. “Yeah. Sorry about that. I’ve just been so stressed about midterms and all that--which isn’t an excuse for being an asshole, I know. It’s been such a long day, with Ringo having to go to the hospital and John almost killing us in your car and George, uh… actually, George hasn’t done anything. But… forgive me?” You try your best puppy eyes, although that’s more of Paul’s forte.

He pretends to think about it, but he’s already got that smile on his face. It’s soft and accentuates the roundness of his cheeks and you can see what John fell in love with.

“Of course I do. I could never stay angry at you for too long.” You let out a sigh that you didn’t know you were holding. “And I’m sorry, as well. I hope some of your papers were salvageable? I’ll pay for your textbooks, really--”

“With the thousands of pounds of student debt you’ve got? No way.” You nudge Paul teasingly. “No, it wasn’t that bad. Besides, if I don’t have most of that stuff memorized by now I’ll be fucked for midterms.”

“It’s the damn Tories, I tell you!” A businessman at the table over shoots him a dirty look and you have to muffle your snort behind your hands. “Anyway, we’re not here to talk politics. How’s George?” At the last bit, Paul leans in, raising his eyebrows conspiratorially.

Just great, still want to snog him senseless. Nothing new. “Why don’t you ask George yourself, you live with him. He’s still pretty pissed about having to take cold showers in the morning.”

“Please, no more. I’ve gotten yelled at about it enough already.” He throws his hands up in mock surrender and you’re reminded uncannily of John. They really are two sides of the same coin… “Morning’s the only time I can shower, anyway. It’s not fun waking up early, you know, but I do have to get the studio time. I’ve got, like, a million art pieces to turn in next week. It’s killing me.”

Though he says this with a rueful grin, you can see there’s bags under his eyes. With all the drama going on, you hadn’t stopped to think about what Paul must be going through. You internally scold yourself not to be so wrapped in your own concerns next time.

“I didn’t realize.”

“Yeah, well. The woes of an art major. But when I asked about George, I wasn’t talking about our little row.”

You ignore that. “Showering every day is bad for your skin, y’know.”

“First off, that’s my phrase. Secondly, you’re changing the subject.”

“You’re the one changing the subject!” Don’t blush don’t blush don’t blush. “Look, can’t you try and compromise with him? Like, taking turns or something. You can have the first shower every other day and ditto for George!” You smack the table excitedly. “Damn, I’m a genius.”

Paul laughs and downs the rest of his coffee. “Alright, alright. I’ll talk to him about it.” Standing, he stretches and tosses the cup into the trash. “You think the flat is safe enough to go back?”

You mirror his actions, donning your fleece jacket. “Probably. I’ll protect you, though, don’t worry.”

“My hero!” He swoons and loops his arm through yours as you step out of the cafe. The rest of the walk back, he doesn’t mention George again and you think he’s forgotten all about it. That is, until you reach the apartment. Paul unlocks the door and gestures for you to go first. When you brush by him, he leans down to your ear and says it so casually you don’t even register the meaning at first.

“I’ll get the truth out of you one of these days, y’know.”

Paul winks and though he doesn’t say exactly what the ‘truth’ is, you think you have a pretty good idea what he’s talking about.

***

The next day, you’re sat at the kitchen table over a bowl of cereal and some salvaged papers, not unlike yesterday morning. John is once again swiping through his phone. Ringo’s there, too, having scrutinized the entire kitchen floor this time before sitting down.

“TikTok is a load of shit,” John announces, throwing his cell down.

“Yet that doesn’t stop you from being on it for hours on end.”

“It’s addicting! All that… hitting the woah and- and grenade stuff.”

“You mean renegade.”

You both shoot a surprised look at Ringo, who pouts. “What? I can be hip too.”

“Okay, the fact that you said ‘hip’ kinda contradicts that.”

Ringo sticks his tongue out at you and you snicker. John clears his throat, steering the conversation back to him. Attention whore.

“Aaaanyway. As I was saying. Our phones are all the government’s rubbish way of brainwashing us. And that’s why I propose… drum roll, please.”

Ringo obliges. You note that he keeps a rather good tempo.

“Game Night Part Two!”

He’s met with silence.

“Uh, let me think about it-- no.”

“What? Why not!”

You tap your finger to your chin. “Did you already forget getting piss-drunk and missing your American Lit quiz the next day? Or spilling Fanta all over my /nice/ white tee? Or doing that?” John’s gaze follows your gesture to the tv in the living room with a great crack down the middle.

“And you’re a sore loser,” Ringo adds. John frowns and throws a cornflake at him.

“George was definitely cheating-”

“Abupbupbup! I’m not done.” You point at his sour expression. “Don’t you remember the noise complaint we got from our neighbor?”

John actually pauses at this. “You mean Paul’s classmate? The one that does graphic design? Not that you’d know it from the way he dresses like a fashion major.”

“His name is Freddie.” Ringo supplies helpfully. Ringo was always good at names.

“Yeah, he actually knocked on our door and everything. That was embarrassing, John.”

A scoff makes its way through John’s pursed lips. “He’s got no right telling us to keep the noise down when his bloody flat houses an entire fucking band. I can hear them going at it until two am sometimes and I don’t call the police on them.”

“They’re quite good.” As if to accentuate his point, Ringo taps a familiar rhythm with his spoon. Must be from one of their latest songs.

John inhales and you can tell that this’ll turn into a scuffle if you don’t steer the conversation away soon.

“Anyway! We don’t want another repeat of last month’s shenanigans. I’d like to be able to keep watching Netflix on a functioning telly, thank you very much. You’re outnumbered, Johnny.”

“Well, actually.”

You both swivel to look at Ringo: you in horror and John with glee. The oldest boy is usually the tie breaker, the swing-state if you want to be American about it. If he throws his weight behind John, it’ll be over.

“I think it would be a good idea. For morale, you know. We’ve been at each other’s throats all of yesterday, and havin’ another Game Night might get everyone on good terms again.” Damn you, Ringo, you think, damn you and your altruism. John, in every sense of the saying, looks exactly like the cat that’s got the canary. He swings to you with the stupidly smug look on his face.

“The match goes to Lennon! Take that,” he gloats, and you fight the urge to strangle him across the table.

“When you fail Professor Ono’s midterms because you’re too hungover to tell Walt Whitman from Langston Hughes, don’t go crawling to me,” you hiss.

John makes to retort but he’s cut short by the sound of footsteps running down the hall. Your brain barely has time to conjure up the weird feeling of deja vu before George skids into the kitchen.

He’s wearing nothing but a towel. Again. But this time, he’s smiling, and the brilliance of it cuts through your sleep-addled brain and curls up somewhere below your rib cage.

“I just took a shower!”

“Good for you, mate,” John snarks, staring ruefully at the phone in the center of the table--did he change his phone case or something? It looks different, somehow. You can see his fingers twitching toward it.

George ignores him. “I just took a warm shower. A real shower with warm water.”

Yes, you can see that from the bit of steam still rising from his shoulders and his hair, which is now curling slightly in the colder temperature. There’s a droplet of water making its way from George’s very naked chest down to his very fit stomach--how he has abs, you have no idea, since the boy inhales food like Kirby--and you look away sharply before your gaze can wander any further.

“A warm water shower,” he repeats.

Ringo nods. “Ah, yes. The poison. The poison for Kuzco. The poison chosen specifically to kill Kuzco.” He pauses, looking you in the eye rather seriously, and you say the next bit together.

“Kuzco’s poison.”

The two of you double over, giggling like schoolgirls. George, however, looks confused.

“What are they on about?”

“Some American film.” John finally gives in and snatches up the phone laying on the table. Something flashes across his face. You know that look, and nothing good ever follows it. “Smile, Georgie.”

There’s the click of a photo being taken.

“Hey! What was that for?”

“Nothing.” John pushes his chair from the table and stands up rather abruptly. The look on his face is growing into something… wicked. “Nothing at all. I will be in Paul and I’s room. Doing nothing.” He surveys you all once more with that good-for-nothing grin, cradles the phone to his chest, and then sprints down the hall past an even more confused George. The door closes and locks with a decisive click.

The three of you look at each other questioningly. Ringo grunts something unintelligible and shovels more cornflakes into his mouth. George shrugs and turns to head back to the bathroom.

He’s already halfway down the hall before he freezes.

“Wait a minute. Was that my phone?”

[levered-a]

                                    𝐀𝐊𝐋𝐋𝐀 & 𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒

As   mentioned   in   her   biography,   aklla   is   the   creation   of   a   potion   /   experiment   gone   wrong.   truly   an   idea   that   came   into   yzma’s   head   with   no   planning   or   proper   thought   process   gone   into   it.   yzma   wasn’t   sure   exactly   what   she   was   trying   to   make,   and   had   gotten   so   bogged   down   into   her   potions   and   the   ingredients   that   were   going   into   it   to   think   too   hard   about   it.   she   went   on   whim   and   rode   with   emotion,   hoping   that   the   end   result   would   be   worth   her   time.   what   she   hadn’t   taken   into   consideration   is   what   would   happen   if   she   succeeded   in   making   a   living   creature   --   particularly   human.   what   resulted   was   a   human   with   specifically   what   yzma   thought   she   needed   to   get   rid   of   kuzco.   that   means   a   very   specific   mix   of   emotions   and   traits   and   a   stark   lack   of   others.

𝙶𝚄𝙸𝙻𝚃   :   aklla   does   not   feel   any   sort   of   guilt   or   remorse   for   anything   she   does.   yzma   was   particular   about   making   sure   her   potion   had   this   in   it   because   of   kronk’s   inability   to   kill   kuzco   in   the   first   place   because   of   feeling   guilty.   this   was   a   conscious   decision   she   made   when   making   her   potion.   without   guilt,   aklla   also   doesn’t   feel   any   remorse   and   it   makes   for   a   perfect   future   assassin.   this   means   that   she   also   doesn’t   feel   any   sort   of   𝙴𝙼𝙿𝙰𝚃𝙷𝚈.   empathy   can   lead   to   feeling   guilty   about   having   a   better   life   or   a   better   time   in   general   than   someone   else.   she   does   her   best   to   fake   understand   the   sorrows   of   the   auradonians,   but   truly   pays   no   mind   to   them.   while,   when   a   v.k   mentions   the   unfairness   of   their   life,   she   doesn’t   empathize   per   se   but   she   understands   where   they’re   coming   from   and   checks   off   their   emotions   like   a   fact   being   told   to   her.   

𝙼𝙰𝙽𝙸𝙿𝚄𝙻𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽   :   this   is   something   that   not   only   comes   from   how   she   was   meant   to   be   designed,   but   also   growing   up   with   yzma   as   her   mother   figure.   in   order   to   gain   enough   trust,   aklla   manipulates   people   and   is   often   found   lying   to   people.   she’s   a   better   liar   than   her   mother   is,   more   believable   but   is   also   more   prone   to   slipping   up.   in   the   isle   she   never   had   to   lie   for   long   periods   of   time,   it   was   always   to   scam   a   customer   or   something   along   those   lines.   she   didn’t   really   need   to   manipulate   any   of   the   v.k’s   because   there   was   nothing   she   needed   from   them   in   the   long   run.   but   on   auradon,   she’s   forced   to   gain   everyone’s   trust   so   she   can   get   closer   and   closer   to   the   thrones.   she   finds   it   difficult   to   not   let   her   actual   thoughts   slip   in   every   now   and   then   or   more   often   than   not   really.   especially   with   the   hate   she   harbours   for   the   auradonians.   

𝙶𝚁𝙴𝙴𝙳   :   aklla   is   incredibly   greedy   and   this   is   heavily   influenced   by   her   mother.   emotion   wise,   it   started   as   𝙰𝙼𝙱𝙸𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽.   it   can   be   said   that   she   was   programmed   to   be   incredibly   ambitious   and   strong   -   headed,   the   only   way   yzma   knows   someone   can   go   through   with   a   mission   so   immoral.   however,   as   she   grew   up   under   yzma’s   care,   this   ambition   turned   to   greed.   she   frames   the   overthrow   of   kuzco   and   later   on,   the   overthrowing   of   ben,   as   a   means   to   an   end.   and   that   end   being   the   life   and   luxury   that   comes   with   being   a   ruler   of   a   country.

𝙹𝙾𝚈   :   aklla   does   feel   joy,   but   a   lot   of   it   was   learned.   she   was   programmed   to   feel   joy   only   after   the   success   of   a   task,   and   so   as   she   grew,   she   would   find   herself   feeling   happiness   when   she   managed   to   do   something.   ranging   from   helping   her   mother   with   a   successful   potion   to   being   able   to   poison   someone   in   the   way   she   was   asked.   as   she   got   to   mix   with   society,   this   emotion   became   far   more   genuine.   she’s   able   to   feel   joy   without   it   being   tied   to   an   implicit   reward,   but   more   often   than   not   her   joy   comes   linked   with   her   greed.   she   enjoys   being   given   gifts,   enjoys   feeling   like   she   has   power   over   someone,   enjoys   being   able   to   feel   above.

𝙰𝙽𝙶𝙴𝚁   :   a   design   flaw   and   just   a   result   of   yzma   doing   this   on   whim   and   with   vengeance   is   that   aklla   has   a   short   temper.   she   can   get   very   dangerous   and   quick   to   spike   someone’s   drink   or   food   if   she’s   not   happy   with   what’s   happened.   she   doesn’t   ruminate   on   her   anger   or   stay   angry   for   long   periods   of   time   but   the   short   period   of   time   she’s   angry   is   like   a   fuse.   it   goes   off   in   a   second   and   then   she’s   back   to   normal.

other   than   the   things   mentioned   she   does   feel   a   range   of   other   emotions   like   sorrow,   hurt,   etc.   but   none   of   these   emotions   are   things   she   dwells   on   for   long.   she   grew   up   very   one   track   minded   with   a   singular   goal   that   she’s   trying   to   achieve   and   nothing   deters   her   from   it   for   too   long.   it   gets   harder   and   harder   the   older   she   gets   because   she   meets   new   people   and   isn’t   just   stuck   with   her   mother   and   kronk.   she   is   able   to   develop   more   emotions   or   grow,   similar   to   how   a   young   developing   brain   is   able   to   form   more   synapses   and   connections.   her   brain   still   processes   information   like   a   young   child   in   the   sense   that   she’s   quick   to   learn   and   quick   to   change.   both   a   benefit   and   her   downfall.