#answer code request

[disease]

ANSWER CODE REQUEST KNBN2 | GENS, 2018

[radiophd]

answer code request & amotik -- hazardous

[thecutestgrotto]

Hiya!! wanted to req green and black coding/computer dividers, if u could?? TY!!!

Of course 💗

Green and Black Coding

[godslush]

I’m late to this but anyone from the frozen apartment you like in particular??

I was gonna avoid these more general ones, but I do rather like the frozen apartment; when I had just started watching LPs, before I learned more about the game, my first thought was to make an ice-themed OC; perhaps someone who saw the Visitor through ice, not that I’d know how. Finding a whole apartment themed around cold was fun.

My first instinct is to actually say PomPom is my favorite, but not only is that a boss, I’d actually go insane trying to draw it quickly, so here’s my second fav (I love icicle aesthetics, and I’m very partial to scarves).

[thejujvtsupost]

Hello, I am a first timer here. I would like to humbly request something. Can I please request for a Platonic Nanami and adopted daughter reader. The reader is not used to a normal environment and they are used to fighting and surviving

Girl Dad Transformation

I’ve been stewing over this so hard bc it’s been giving me the cutest ideas!!!! And ofc Yuuji is so big brother coded here.

Notes: F!reader, brotherly!Yuuji, Nanami and his adopted daughter 🥺. That’s it.

Nanami didn’t think about the long term impact of adopting the orphaned sorcerer. Surely he wouldn’t change that much…

All he knew was there was a 5 year old girl clutching her only toy- a stuffed bear, who could see ‘scary monsters’ and no longer had any family, thanks to the curse that was tormenting humans for fun; he was just a little too late.

The poor thing was terrified. In the blink of an eye his hand was seized by a freezing, much smaller one with a death grip.

Nanami got you looked at by Shoko and you refused to let go of him the entire time. By the looks of it, you were malnourished and you frequently got injured from curses. Your home life was fairly unstable too, financial issues and absent-detached parents. Shoko got a lot more information from you than he ever expected, piecing together some of your history from your seemingly unrelated answers, as children do.

“She’s going to have to stay for observation, probably several weeks until we can get her healthy enough. She’s going to need a special diet too, I haven’t seen a case this bad in a long time and she’s too young for cursed energy.”

His heart was crushed for you, when was the last time you had somewhere stable? “Why are you telling me?”

“You found her, she’s clearly attached to you and you know you can’t turn away now. You look at her like she’s Itadori. It’s just until I can find a place for her at a home or foster.” Shoko never fails with her dead pan demeanor and sass.

She was also right.

He looked back at you, you were passed out in your hospital bed covered by several blankets and hugging your bear. Finally, you were warming up. Finding you a home could take months if you went to a foster or orphanage… “Don’t bother,” he swallowed thickly, “I will adopt her.”

Shoko’s face softened further, “You can’t go back on it, you already earned her trust. If you’re really sure then I think this will be good for both of you.”

He did his best to be at your bedside when he could, and you were quiet but clearly in need of comfort. Your favorite thing to do was have him read to you with cartoons on a low volume in the background. “Nami, book?” Nanami picked up a book off the stack Shoko brought and started reading. No complaints, and after the first few days he didn’t bother hiding his smile anymore.

He spent a fortune on converting his spare bedroom into yours. He didn’t even know what 5 year olds liked, but according to the first years and Shoko, he needed to make sure you had various toys (he bought everything Yuuji pointed out to him- Yuuji definitely went overboard but Nanami didn’t stop him), clothes and of course you’d need signed up for school.

When the adoption was final and he brought you home for the first time, he was thoroughly instructed how to parent by then, he was ready.

You… weren’t. Not yet. You didn’t know that your room was yours. All the toys and clothes, everything was yours. ‘Nami’ kept the ‘scary monsters’ away too…

“Hey it’s okay honey, I know it’s a big change.” He wiped the tears from your chubby cheeks and smiled softly. “You belong here, you’re safe now.”

A grown up was taking care of you, for good this time.

It was a journey every day but worth it as you came out of your shell, and he encouraged you with a gentle hand. Of course there were setbacks too. He wasn’t perfect, he definitely wasn’t good at laundry at first.

He was new to parenting and it was exhaustingly difficult to navigate yet he was completely whipped for you, never turning down a tea party or invitation to watch cartoons together. He became a complete girl dad overnight.

All it took was, “Nami! Play!” And he’d be on the floor in the living room playing with the doll you handed him.

You started eating more, even requesting different meals when he asked what you were in the mood to eat. “Nami, can we have soba?”

Nanami couldn’t say no to you. “Soba sounds great.” He’d have the softest smile on his face too.

You played more often, and eventually made friends! Yuuji claimed the title as your first friend but you were encouraged to make more- he helped you practice asking your classmates about themselves and how to invite them to play with you.

And Nanami… he never forced you to call him dad. He loved you more than he ever thought possible. He was always proud to call you his daughter, bragging about your excellent kindergarten grades and your recent achievement of becoming the line leader at school for the week.

But the first time you did happened a month in, while doing your bedtime routine and picking out a night night story. Instead of ‘Nami’ he was gifted: “Daddy, can you read the star book?” He let out a tear and hugged you tight.

Nanami tucked you in, kissed your forehead and sat on the edge of your bed, “Yeah honey, I’ll read you the star book.”

Thinking about making a request? Check my bio to see if they’re open and stay tuned <3

[junipews]

Hello, i don't have an OC but do you mind drawing scug versions of Odd and Aelita from Code Lyoko. If you are intent on doing just one, the Aelita alone is fine!

I have never interacted with anything Code Lyoko related, so I hope this looks okay! Hehe, I did my research though 🤭 Thank you for the request, it was fun to interpret them as scugs~

[save-the-villainous-cat]

Hero watches the city at night when they spot villain walking out of a bar completely drunk and not being able to even walk properly.

So hero gets worried and tries to bring villain home, that turns out difficult though when they realize that villain is pretty flirty when drunk.

Make it spicy spice✨️

“Watch your step.” The hero caught them before the villain could fall to the ground, however, the villain only laughed, clearly amused as they held onto their saviour.

“Clooooose call.”

“You said it,” the hero answered softly. “Now cool it just a bit, will you? Other people are sleeping.”

“Wanna sleep, too.” The villain turned towards the hero, rather serious out of a sudden and, the hero had to admit, they were a little intimidated by it until the villain’s gaze became very very suggestive. “Wanna sleep with you.”

“Yeah, keep dreaming, sunshine.” For whatever reason, the hero’s grasp tightened on their waist, as if holding onto them could save the villain. However, their nemesis wasn’t aware of the seriousness the hero assigned to the situation. So, they let their hand slip under the hero’s jacket, scratching teasing lines into the sleeve on the hero’s shoulder.

“God, you’re so fit…” the villain mumbled. “Sometimes I forget.”

The hero didn’t mind. Being close to the villain was nice but they weren’t going to use them in a state like this.

“You too, you know,” the hero answered. “You look good.”

“Pff. Suree.” The villain’s delicate fingers slipped under the hero’s shirt and slid down, their bare hand between the hero’s shoulder-blades. It tightened the hero’s shirt around their neck, making it a little uncomfortable to breathe.

They didn’t mind that either. They knew what was going on with the villain. Why they were so touchy.

When they looked at the villain, they grinned, shamelessly so and the hero couldn’t believe they were actually doing this.

Sometimes they could be rather impulsive, they knew that. But quite honestly, they had been worried. For a long time now, the villain hadn’t been doing well. They’d been quiet, had started to wilt like a beautiful flower. Maybe the hero was overthinking this but if they weren’t — and they were quite sure they were not — then the villain was playing with the fire of self-destruction a bit too carelessly. And the hero didn’t even tolerate the tiniest burn.

It saddened them.

“Keep doing that and you won’t walk tomorrow,” the hero joked, secretly adoring the hand where it was drawing circles. It was the kind of intimacy that could only come with love.

“That’s the goal,” the villain mumbled and without a warning, they stopped and pressed a kiss to the hero’s neck. It felt lovely. But the hero knew this couldn’t be love. It was frustration. It was hatred. It was anger. All bottled up in a flask of alcohol.

Carefully, testing the waters, the villain bit down into the hero’s skin and just for a moment, the hero closed their eyes, sighed and came to their senses.

One hand in the villain’s hair, they pulled them away. Their nemesis wanted to say something but the hero was quicker.

“You want to be loved so bad, don’t you?” They looked at the villain, one hand on their lower back, the other gliding to their chest. “You want to be admired so bad that you are willing to go as far as making a fool out of yourself, don’t you? As if laughing with the others makes laughing about you any better.”

The hero looked at their nemesis, their dear nemesis who could be so human at times it scared them.

They felt drawn towards them but the villain wasn’t a black hole, they were a bright star, close to collapsing.

“I—” Despite being drunk, the villain was quiet, staring back at the hero. They made a grimace as if to laugh, so the hero continued.

“You deem yourself worthless. Worth a joke maybe, nothing more. You’re so wrong about that, don’t you know? You drank that much because you feel like a failure, right?” The hero hoped they were wrong, prayed for it even but the villain didn’t answer, they looked at the pavement, their hand still on the hero’s back. “God, you destroy yourself because of it. You walk around, threatening people, building weapons, all of it so they look at you.”

“How’d you know…” The hero took the villain’s hand, squeezing gently.

“As if I haven’t been there before.”

[moldsporr]

3C Kokobolt maybe 👉👈 totally get it if not though! No pressure

The guys :3

[arenabreadandbiscuits]

I know Alot of people agree that Alastor had an Abusive father and a loving mother. But what about Vox. What's your headcanon for his childhood parents.

In my headcanon they Abandoned him either as a baby or as a child. Hence why he has major abandonment issues

I was definitely gonna say Vox probably didn't have parents or something along that sort. Poor baby, I'm thinking like I need to look into when he was born again but considering he comes from an old time period imagine it being something like neglect. Parents were too busy to actually play and be around him and if that was the case I can also see Vox being sent to different relatives so they could deal with him. Hm imagine this as well, Vox was abandoned because of something with his face.

I've heard people say that his form contributed to how he died but consider it being something else like Vox was born with some sort of deformity, he grew up quite alone because of it.. grew a deep bond with TV because it gave him comfort like those kids that sit cross legged super close to the TV and they can't seem to pull away, something like that.

He got into the wrong crowd, seen some things and became a product of his environment which is probably why he'd later lead himself into working with Valentino because old habits can and do die hard.

I can totally roll with the idea of him being abandoned from a young age, like in reality it had nothing to do with Vox but he was made into believing so. I feel like if that's somewhat the case not only does it explain him working as he does in Hell, why he has those abandonment issues, and why in the face of the public he's more than willing to put on a fake smile and act like it's all okay.

Most people in Hell are dumb so he's not worried about it.

I think I mentioned this in another post but in case I haven't Vox we have now is really just a shell of the old Vox we had before.

[suenitos]

dream saying george has made such a big impact on his life he doesn’t even know where to begin talking about it makes me go so fucking crazy. literally the most life changing person in the world for him

its the craziest yet simplest concept in the world that who we are is a collage of everyone we've ever loved but here it feels especially crazy to consider because while dream is obviously still dream no matter what it is trippy to think about what couldve been without george in a lot of ways. this guy really did change the trajectory of his life forever :(

[supercantaloupe]

I was just googling around to see if there's any perfumes that smell like artificial cherry bc 1. I've been wanting to be a Perfume Person for a while now. Like get into wearing scents and stuff. & 2. I used my dry shampoo that smells like cherries and I love it so much... Anyways ppl online were saying that if you want artificial cherry smell you're probably better off with body spray, so I looked that up and it's a lot cheaper? So like, jackpot for me! Now I'm contemplating buying some 🍒

Question for you: Do you wear perfumes/etc? And even if not, what's a smell you really like?

i don't wear perfumes or generally use scented body products, i both have shitty sensitive skin and am easily prone to headaches, so i tend to avoid strong scents and skin contact with fragrances when i can because they can be a migraine and/or skin rash trigger for me :( like i'll use a lightly scented deodorant on my underarms but other than that i don't use any products on my skin or clothes or hair or whatever for the purpose of Scent. i'll occasionally light a scented candle in my apartment if like i just took the trash out and it's a little smelly but i don't burn it for very long otherwise i give myself a headache. i've been very slowly burning through an apple scented candle from trader joes for like a year and a half at this point lol

i do enjoy a good scent though...the kind of artificial fragrances added to candles and perfumes and stuff are too strong for me but i love a good natural scent. the inside of a bakery/cafe is a great smell. all that pastry crust and ground coffee. baking smells are almost always amazing tbh just like baking bread or muffins or cookies, top tier scents. warming winter spices like cinnamon and clove are wonderful, and especially cardamom, i love the fragrance of cardamom so much i always throw a few pods into my hot cocoa. and roasting chicken. smells like home!!

[ask meme]

[ur-fav-bpd]

hi!! can you do lestat de lioncourt from iwtv series?

already posted here!

[shopping-mall-of-stims]

Would love a paul matthews stim board with genderfluid stims please, ur the 3rd person ive asked for this so im praying😭

Genderfluid Paul is so neat, I am giving you a gold star for this request. I shall be doing this request immediately.

[blueberrypancakesworld]

Ok, now you're giving me all these AU ideas of Michael as Gomez and yn as Morticia and I am LIVING FOR IT!!!!

I mean they are really fitting Michael is so much in LOVE with his y/n and she just loves to ,,torture" him. Very happy that you liked it so much dear anon have fun with the ideas ;)

[ask-the-celestial-family]

Hey remember kc it will be okay and we will try our hardest to make sure you will be happy and safe here is some more snow *puts snow near bat anon*

*snuggles in more and shivers* -KC🍂

[ideas-ideasideasideas]

Batman gives each of his Robins a different code to use when they’re in trouble and need immediate extraction. He promises that when they call, he’ll drop everything just to get to them, come hell or high water.

Jason, during his time with the League, shares his code with Damian, to be used “only in the direst of circumstances, when you have exhausted all other options.” He doesn’t know if Bruce will answer, given how fractured their relationship was before he died, but it is better than nothing. Every tool counts when they live such dangerous lives.

Damian uses it exactly once, and Bruce, who still feels the loss of his son like a yawning chasm in his chest, responds to it even though he knows it can’t be Jason because Jason’s dead. What he finds, instead of Jason, is a boy in League garbs, drenched in blood from the tips of his midnight-black hair to his too-small feet, with a face that Bruce sees himself and Talia in, requesting asylum from a grandfather who wishes to possess his body. Bruce doesn’t question how this boy who is so clearly his son knew the code. Talia al Ghul is resourceful and places family above all; the code is not beyond her abilities to discover, and she is not above using Bruce’s desperate love for his dead son to ensure that hers does not meet the same fate.

Bruce takes Damian in, because of course he does, and since Jason is dead he allows Damian to keep using the code. After all, it’s not like Jason is alive to use it, right? If someone uses the code, there’s no one it could be but Damian, right?

The next time the code is used, Bruce traces the location to Gotham even though Damian was supposed to be in Bludhaven visiting Dick. But whatever happened that resulted in Damian being in Gotham can wait, because he has already failed one son and he will not fail another, his son is in trouble and he needs to get to him, he needs to—

What he finds, instead of Damian, is a boy (just eighteen, too young, but also too old, but also he will always be a boy to him) in League garbs, drenched in blood from the tips of his midnight-black hair to his too-large feet (when had he gotten so big), wearing the face of his dead son.

(Who, maybe, just maybe, may no longer be so dead.)