#codename knd imagine

[the-s1lly-corner]

Icing and Intrusions (Father x Reader)

Raffle prize for @rejaytionships !! I hope you enjoy this-- it's been a minute since I've written for Benedict and ooough I kinda miss him... I might rewarch knd soon.. maybe.. ooouuuugh i need to get better at naming one shots and stuff GRRRRGRRRRRGRRRRRR

Notes: gn reader, said FUCK IT!! And pulled a garnet (su) so you're wearing a dress and suit combo (and let's be real... garnet slayed in that outfit...), other villains are there, wedding nearly gets hijacked by the KND because they wrongfully think it's a villain gathering (well... it technically is...), reader is not a villain, delightfuls are both the flower girls AND ring bearers, outdoor wedding, admin has only ever been to one wedding in his life so bare with him, tiny bit of the reception/party afterwards just to flesh the fic out and provide some extra meat because I love the villains, limited dialog, reader has zero clue about the adult vs children beef so theyre CONFUUUUUUUUSED-- well they know about it but they dont realize how serious it actually is

Word count: 4.5k

CWs: technically violence but like. Kids show stuff nothing insane there's a fight

The clouds in the otherwise clear blue sky above did little to cut back the heat of the sun. It was a particularly warm weekend in May when all of the villains appear one by one to this event. 

Of course, they were more than a little proud to come out and support their fellow villain- Benedict- but truth be told… with his temper and dedication to taking down the Kids Next Door… most were surprised that he found the time and desire to find himself a partner. Let alone make such a commitment. 

One by one each of them filed in. 

Villains like Mr. Fizz and Mr. Boss sat near the front. Toiletnator should have counted himself lucky that Benedict’s partner had convinced him to let him come to the ceremony and reception- even if he was made to sit in the back of the church. 

“Something traditional,” just how Father liked it- whether or not he was a religious man. 

All things considered the small church room was decently filled. Villains and their partners- and begrudgingly, children if they had any. Mr. Boss’ red headed daughter sat next to his side in the front pew- her bright hair done up neatly in braids. She didn’t look all that happy to be there but put on a nice enough face that everyone simply moved on after noting her presence. It wasn’t like she was the only child here- just the only one in the room currently. 

The only normal person in the room was the officiant- who stood at the altar with the soon to be husband himself. Funnily enough he wasn’t wearing any visible suit. His form still remained wrapped in shadow- or whatever it was- a simple bowtie tacked on his front as he stood as patient as possible for your arrival. A small part of him nearly sparked in irritation as the minutes ticked by- guests still settling themselves in the pews. 

Bundles of lilac and hydrangea strung up around the room lightly doused the space in their sweet scent… but it only served to fuel the building heat on the back of Benedict’s neck. His eyes hardly settle on the yellow daffodils weaved into the flowers. 

And all of that build up was doused in an instant as the clock chimed the beginning of a new hour. Like rehearsed God knows how many times before the doors of the church creak open. The quiet chatter in the pews silenced itself as five sets of feet made their way in a slow march down the aisle. 

The usual blue suits and sailor-esque uniforms of the Delightful Children were replaced with something more formal. Dress suits and vests in black for the boys, and baby pink dresses for the girls- “To match the hydrangeas,” you had said one day. 

The five children hardly needed the countless rehearsals- they were constantly (and almost creepily) always in sync. Not one of those ten legs lagged behind. 

Saying “they all moved when the other moved” could never apply to the small group- there was no one to follow when they worked almost like a hivemind.

Constance and Alessandra each held baskets filled to the brim with flower petals- pink and white mostly. Bruce stood in the front carrying the rings. David and Lenny remained empty handed- separating the two from the rest of the group almost felt… wrong. 

…Now that anyone thought about it, had they ever seen one of the children missing- or otherwise just… not with the others? 

Most of the villains in the building had already long grown used to the mostly expressionless faces of the group- but some shifted in light discomfort. If Fanny had to agree with a villain on something… it's that the Delightful Children from down the Lane were creepy. A light nudge from her dad made her ditch the slightly scrunched look on her face as the Delightful Children made their way to the front- before shifting to the side. Bruce remained in the front with the rings, stationed next to Benedict. 

And then…

Everyone’s heads craned to the door as the sun from outside casted your shadow into the church. It had been timed to be this way- Benedict always had a knack to make things at least a little dramatic… and it paid off this time as the golden ray’s lit you up from behind. You nearly looked glowing as the white train of your dress-suit caught and reflected the glow. 

And for a split second Benedict felt his heart leap into his throat… he was sure if he wasn’t cloaked in darkness you would have seen his adam’s apple bob comically in his thin throat. At least it did enough to hide the slight part of his jaws- not that the motion was fully hidden. The officiant had caught it judging by the way his smile warmed.

Your steady approach to the altar felt like an eternity. 

Unlike the pastel pink and white petals on the floor, the bouquet in your hands nearly completely consisted solely of yellow daffodils. The outlines of the petals clear against your black suited torso… and Benedict must say.. Whoever your tailor was that made the hybrid needed their fair share of compliments. 

Your heels clicking against the floor nearly felt sounded like the crashing of thunder as the weight of the ceremony finally clicked in your soon to be husband’s mind. It all felt so different when it was finally happening in real time- and Benedict’s head nearly felt like it was swimming as you drew ever closer. 

At the door. Halfway. Nearly there… and then you were settling yourself in front of him. He didn’t think he would have been able to handle the vague mystery of your done up face if you had chosen to wear a veil. 

The next events were somewhat a blur. 

How Father didn’t stumble over his words while reciting his vows was a total mystery to him. At least judging by the faces of everyone in the room he at least sounded competent enough. His image was secure, and he was still the (mostly) put together and intimidating villain he was meant to be. 

He wouldn’t lie and say he wasn’t conflicted about laying his heart so bare in front of such a crowd, though. Even opening up to you was tough enough, when it was just your eyes on him. Perhaps the only reason he kept going was the gentle and brief pushes to keep going from the officiant. He carried the same tone of a tender father- and even though he was a stranger his tone maintained a sense of familiarity like he knew Benedict his entire life. 

There wasn’t time to unpack the longing for a healthy father figure right now. 

Benedict nearly choked on his words when he caught the sparkle in your eyes.

“...and…” He forced himself to continue in the most steady voice as he could muster. Ben could only hope that no one caught the seconds-long break in the string of words. “..that’s why I want to spend the rest of my life with you- I want to grow old with you, and I will ensure that your every need is met.” 

He could never quite turn off the almost professional way he spoke- most of the time when he wasn’t throwing a hissy fit- if anything it came out worse when he was tense in front of a crowd. 

Despite everything telling him to keep his eyes on you he couldn’t stop the slight tilt of his head to scan his eyes over the crowd. 

The absence of Monty meant nothing to him. He hadn’t bothered to invite his own brother- and you weren’t one to push him for the details as to why. But it did sting to find that his own father was nowhere in sight. 

“I know you will,” 

Your words force him to snap his gaze right back to him. Your hand comes to a light rest against his cheek and directs his face back to yours. The pure tenderness in your touch and stare nearly broke something in him. He can feel the corners of his mouth twitching against his efforts to keep any pathetic noise from clawing its way out. 

“And I’ll be doing the same for you; you’re not the only one getting married today,”

You allowed your hand to fall from his cheek, and to his shoulder… the rapid throbbing of his pulse penetrated whatever darkness was covering his body and beated against your fingers. The seconds seem to crawl. He swore everything seemed to slow down as his eyes fully took you in for what was probably the hundredth time in the past few minutes. 

Benedict’s hands finally made a move for the rings Bruce held. 

He takes your first in one hand, and uses his other hand to pull your palm off of his collarbone; and you let him take the lead as his thumb gingerly swiped along the back of your knuckles. The ring was a perfect fit. He had made sure it would be. 

The hold on your hand lightly twitches- his eyes now burning into the large gems sparkling in the light, now wrapped around your finger. It only served to solidify the moment.

You make decent work in mirroring his gesture on his own hand. 

The officiant hardly needed to grant permission for the kiss- not that either of you needed permission to do something you’ve done hundreds of times before. The lean in on his part was almost automatic. At least something felt natural, something that didn’t make him shift his tongue around uncomfortably in his mouth to keep acting like he wasn’t as jittery as he was. 

Like a drain he released the tension in his body as he sighed against your mouth. Your fingers pressing against him only sweetened the effect. Father went from being stone stiff to near putty against you. 

Nearly everyone in the pews cheered and applauded- most a respectable amount, some amping it up too much. If Benedict wasn’t so caught up in the moment he would have shot a look mean enough to put someone in the ground from Toiletnators excitement. He would let it slide for now. It wasn’t like he was the only one being over excited- Stickybeard served as a close rival to the… less than successful villain… 

The transition from the ceremony to the reception was mostly seamless. A short drive in slightly humid weather could only do so much to put a damper on the energy everyone carried. Some indoor venue a few miles away already set for celebration; the same floral theme just about vomited all over the plain walls. Truth be told the space was far larger than was needed. There were nowhere near enough guests to fill the space… but Benedict had always been a bit of a show off. Dozens of decorated tables sat arranged across the hall, dressed in white sheets and peppered with petals. Candles lit up the space where the tall windows couldn’t reach… though a closer look revealed they were all powered by small batteries. Better to have only one fire hazard than possibly hundred. 

The break of time where the newly wedded couple hung back to capture photos offered more than enough time for the quicker venue arrivals to set everything up; food and music, as well as last minute decorations. 

Hosting villain barbecues came in handy when it came to catering for food- everyone had pitched in; but none quite as much as Mr. Fibb and Mr. Wink who had done most of the cooking. 

But it didn’t matter how fresh the vegetables were, or how great the meat looked. The true eye catcher was the absolutely massive cake that had to be wheeled out by at least ten people. How someone even managed to get it inside the venue in the first place was a total mystery. Perhaps the baker- which was more than likely Benedict himself, who had a certain piping style that was hard to miss and an aching need to overachieve- had cooked in the venues kitchen. 

The sheer mass of it nearly drowned the room in its sugary scent. Thick layers of buttercream completely masking whatever flavor the cake was meant to be underneath- encasing it like a perfect cocoon. 

By the time you and Benedict had arrived everything was already set and ready for your entrance. 

Words were shared, feelings shown. Music played in the background as everyone put their plates together for dinner and chatted away with one another- with you and Father sat at your own smaller table chatting away. 

And everything was perfect. 

“You know, now that we’re officially married you’re going to have a tough time getting rid of me,” You teased softly as you ran your hand over the back of his on the table. Your matching rings lightly catch against one another for a second. 

“You make it sound like a bad thing, Sweetheart,” 

It was nice to hear a genuine chuckle from him instead of the near manic evil laugh when his plans to squash the Kids Next Door were going… as planned…

And like a jynx the mere thought of the operation flitting past your mind seemed to force everything to unravel in an instant. 

A loud boom cut right through the hall’s noise- plates rattled and at least a few sets of silverwaves clattered to the floor with drowned out metallic clacks. Dust billowed forward- and something thick splattered on your face; and for a horrifying moment you didn’t know what it was… until the sugar hit your tongue. 

Icing. 

Tables are flipped over by both the intruders and the villains in attendance- used as a means to cover themselves from the inevitable onslaught of attacks from both sides. 

“Listen up, grown ups!” A young bald boy shouted through the chaos. A sort of contraption held in his hands- two wooden planks and some curled metal. Four other children stood at his side- in their own… poses. 

Even through the shock you thought this was all a weird bit- one clearly not set up by Benedict as he visibly seethed and trembled with rage in his seat. You could feel his hand tense under your own- his fingers digging into the table cloth as he rapidly picked apart what exactly was happening in front of him. You swear you could feel his body heat building up by the second- the corner of your eye caught a faint wisp of smoke settling itself on the back of his neck… at least you think you did. Your own mind was still bouncing around as everything unfolded.

When you were told the “KND” had crashed several events they held, or that they had come armed- you thought they were exaggerating. Some odd game you weren’t a part of but didn’t have much intention to join. 

“You thought you could have a secret gathering to discuss your plans- but think again!” The bald boy continued. A girl in a green sweater cooed softly as she took in the surviving flowers from their break in. Some of their remains were scooped up in her hidden hands. A bowl hair cutted boy scoffed at the sight. 

“If you wanted flowers you could have picked ‘em from outside-” He muttered under his breath. A boy in aviator goggles shimmied around slightly- it seemed the group weren’t spared from the splatter of cake. “Aww.. It’s just vanilla-” He swiped some of the buttercream off of his shoulder. 

Only one of the children seemed to catch on that this wasn’t some secret villain meetup- the last one in a red hat. 

She straightened up and tipped the brim of her cap back to get a better look at the scenery. 

“Uhm…” Her teeth clicked in disapproving awkwardness as she weighed in on how awful the situation actually was. Meanwhile all you could do was try to keep Benedict from blowing his top and escalating things. “-Numbuh one I think this is a wedding-” 

You could hear the grinding of Benedict’s teeth as the scene dragged on. 

“Nonsense Numbuh five that’s what they want you to think-” The boy known as Numbuh one blew Numbuh five off as he readjusted his hold on the weapon in his hand. 

“-You barbarians-!” the Delightful Children started in unison as they rose from their seats- seat? You… actually couldn’t tell from this angle- but a certain seething redhead shouted right over their sharp but overall quieter voices with enough ferocity that could have made Father’s own rage look like a simple matchstick.  

“What do you think you’re doing-” Franny didn’t even dignify the group with a label or name. She shook more than Benedict himself, and her hair looked pale in contrast to the redness in her face. She stormed to the five with both of her hands tightly clutched at her sides. The light blue dress stained and ruined with cake just like everyone else. A rather messy blob of icing made itself home in her curls and for a moment you pitied her for the mess that would leave once it dried around the lock.

Numbuh one tried to splutter out an explanation- something about believing there was something happening, how he had heard from witnesses the villains all congregating together looking rather pleased with themselves- the blonde one piped up that it wouldn’t be the first time something like this had happened and ended up being a serious matter. In an instant Franny shouted over the clambering of voices- Numbuh five was the only one who didn’t bother to speak up to justify the situation. 

You sneak a glance around the room. Stickybeard was not at all subtle in taking a taste test of the frosting that had splattered across his patchy suit- using his peppermint hook to scrape the globs of sweetness up to his mouth. On the flipside Knightbrace looked like he was about to have an aneurysm over being plastered in his biggest enemy. Mr. Boss looked conflicted on whether he could shut down his daughter for the sake of salvaging what was left of the event’s formality or to join in with her. It wouldn’t be the first time he verbally tore a new one into another person. 

Toiletnator hastily tore pieces of paper from his costume to try to clean up everything- notably focusing on Mr. Boss who was now trying to swat the other man off of him. The rest of the guests were in a similar state- most still holding a defensive position in case a fight was still going to happen. 

All things considered you were surprised Benedict hadn’t already lashed out seconds ago. Your eyes drag over to him and…

For once his anger looked like it had extinguished itself. You could see the shadow nearly dripping off of him as any desire to shout or fight expelled itself in the form of weak steam. His hand almost felt like it was covered in warm oil- and it took everything to keep your hand pressed to the back of his. 

It was so… uncharacteristic… of him to sink into himself like this… and on his behalf you felt the anger he held a moment before. He had been looking forward to this as much as you were- and for some reason you didn’t understand it was being ruined right as everything was going according to plan. The back of your teeth clicked sharply against one another as your jaw cracked into motion- but any noise you could have thrown out into the air died as Franny grabbed the front of the boy’s sweater and forcibly dragged him out of the immediate area. 

“ALL. Of you. Now-!” She shouted back to the other four. At least one of them flinched but like a bunch of scolded children- which… they were…- they did as they were told and shuffled awkwardly out of sight. 

Only the girl in the red hat actually tried to apologize- even if it sounded tense. 

As soon as the six were gone everything descended into chaos. 

There could have been extra hands around to help mend the mess as best as possible- but you had insisted the event be a private affair. To have only people you knew. It would have been easier that way, if this hadn’t happened. 

Cuppa Joe and Knightbrace were probably the most efficient in trying to scoop up the mess of food across the floor- between the speed of the taller of the two, and the spindly metallic arms extending from the dentist’s back. It must have been a new addition, you don’t think you’ve ever seen him with those. 

“Will you get off of me already-” Mr. Boss hissed under his breath as he pushed Toiletnator off of him again. The older man tried to smooth over his face. “Why don’t you go make yourself useful and help clean-” 

“Oh right- right of course! Right away!” Toiletnator gave a salute to the business man and rushed off to give a hand to Mr. Fibb and Mr. Wink…. Who did not look all that pleased to have his help….

“Here… you probably need it more than me,” Mr. Fizz was at Benedict’s side offering a hissing glass of some cola.

“Yeah… thanks…” 

With that Mr. Fizz sauntered off to help Count Spankulot move some of the rubble. 

Stickybeard whistled under his breath and made a comment about how expensive it’d be to repair the place. You didn’t even notice Crazy Old Cat Lady had smuggled in some of her furry companions- who now scuttled across the floor. 

“Ah… don’t worry we’ll fix it, sport,” Desctructo Dad tried to reassure as he passed by you and Benedict. Mega Mom was off trying to clean up the Delightfuls- who were protesting and saying they could handle cleaning themselves up… “We aren’t helpless brats-” 

And the entire time Benedict remained wordless. Whatever coated his body grew more slick as it dripped down to the floor below him. You could see patches of his skin peeking out underneath. 

You’d seen it ripped off of him. Snagged on something or forcefully taken- but never had you seen it behave like this. A sick feeling settled somewhere in the back of your mouth as you tried to come up with anything to try to fix the situation. 

What could you do to save this? 

Your hand that wasn’t on his reached forward and swiped off a gross mix of black ooze and icing. It felt more like tar than it did oil… you briefly wondered if it would stain your skin in the same way. You couldn’t be bothered to worry about that now. More of his cheek exposed itself to the air- and you continued wiping his face clean of it.

“..Stop.” 

Your hand froze as your cleaning uncovered the corner of his mouth. Just the edge of it, but you could see the muscles tensing and trembling against the whirlwind of emotions that was definitely coursing through him. 

Covering himself wasn’t just a means to be more intimidating. 

It was a way to hide himself in plain sight. His eyes are still stained yellow- the creases underneath still hidden away. 

He was still angry. That much was clear. You were too. 

But the exhaustion and defeat in his voice caught you off guard. 

You let your hand fall from his cheek. The shouting outside from Franny could be heard but you tuned it out as she tore a new one into her friends (at least… they seemed to know each other.)

The cake was completely destroyed. What wasn’t immediately blown apart was covered in debris. It just felt like another jab- all of the work put into everything to make it as perfect as possible was destroyed in an instant over something so stupid. 

The aching in your chest shifted as you allowed your breath to escape your teeth… you didn’t even notice you kept it bitten at bay. Your fingers tense against his hand… and you weave yourself through his digits- a soft wet squelch meant nothing to you if it meant you could give him a tender squeeze. 

You wiped the black ooze off your other hand with your napkin as best as you could… and scraped some of the blown off cake bits. Soft vanilla cut through the bitter stench of the substance all over Benedict. 

“Look at me-”

To your surprise he actually listened to you and did as you had asked. His eyes looked tired- it must have taken everything in him not to burst into flames with you so close to him. 

You eye the bit of cake in your hold… and bring it closer. “-open” you mumble softly as the icing pressed lightly against his lips. You’d hate for the taste to be ruined with the sludge. 

“It’s still good, you know,” You said softly as you basically hand fed him his own baking. The attempt to save this was… sweet, even if pitiful. 

He hummed through the soft mouthful- and after swiping his palm across the table’s sheet he scooped up some of the surviving confection. “I made it for you,” He croaked softly through a tense throat. You swear you could hear the muscles in his jaw creak in protest- stretched too tightly in a desperate act of composure. 

“I know you did,” You said softly and took a bite from his hand. It was as sweet as it smelled, and softer than anything you’ve ever had even if it was conglomerated with icing and small broken bits of sugar decor. Your interlocked hands shifted to push together closer over the top of the table. 

For the second time Benedict’s face tried to turn to the side to look at everything around- but unlike in the church… you didn’t allow him to cast his sight over the scene. Even if it meant pressing some frosting to his face, you guided his face back to yours. 

“Everyone else is handling it, you don’t need to worry about this right now,” You said softly under your breath. 

Your palm remained firmly pressed against his jaw to keep him looking at you… and even if for a split second you felt the knots under his skin relax just a little bit. 

It didn’t make it okay. 

But at least it made it not as bad as it could have been. 

Hushed talk of the honeymoon gave him something to focus on as everyone scurried around to fix the worst of the venue. Exchanging bites of wanna be cake pop dough only made things a little more tasteful in the face of his disappointment and doused rage. 

…and if he asked you another day years down the line you would still tell him that despite the crashing, this was still one of the happiest days of your life.

[pameliberri]

🟢 3 x 4 🟠

I always keep forgetting that I have this account 🫥. To be completely honest I think the reason why is because I haven’t been really proud of the stuff I’ve been making lately for it to warrant a post here but I figured I’d try again to see how it goes (I’ve been gone for so long I keep forgetting to update my age 💀)

[numbuh]

this killed me and all i could do was sing along

[secret-sector-antag]

It's always nice when you find someone who speaks the same language as you do and you're able to shit-talk about everyone else, cuz they probably won't understand you. 🤣

More "Side B" shenanigans, I guess. Kinda had this idea floating around in my head for a bit. Buzz speaks (Latin American) Spanish, and I'm assuming Roberta does too, going by her nationalities. I could be wrong; I know there's a difference between that and Castillian Spanish, sooo...

Could be kinda fun, lol. Kitty's learning a little bit of it, so maybe she can get in on the conversation, too. Minerva and Val also have a romance language in their back pockets (French and Romanian, respectively), so maybe they can fish out/understand a few words? Probably more so in between themselves. Like...some similarities here and there, but otherwise, they're quite literally on two different pages.

...Then you have Beckham, Ramsay (who claims he knows way more, but in actuality, doesn't currently), and Candy, whose bilingualism extends only as far as this.

Roberta/Numbuh 5-2 (c) @kommandonuovidiavoli Buzz/Numbuh Z-00-M (c) Me

[thetooncrew]

anyway. lupin the third if he was a codename kids next door

[kidsnextdoor-doodles]

To me, a majority of the Teen Ninjas have to be like 15 or under. The vibes I get from them is like young teens who are trying to seem way more mature than they actually are. The ones that are on the older end of the scale are the ones that would actually grow up to be adult villains. I think most of the Teen Ninjas would grow up and actually mature out of villainy? They’d probably realise that constantly beating up ten year olds is weird actually

[starlizlia]

I think I have the worst idea ever.

Pjsk leaders as knd operatives

[artsygirl0315]

AAAHHHHHH!! WHAT THE FUDG—!!! THIS IS AWESOME!! OH MY GAWD!!💙

The detail, The story telling, The expressions!! WHY IS IT SO GOOD?!!

I live for angst like this and I love how ppl are really liking it too, Thank you for blessing my eyes with this masterpiece! Irwin, my big guy!!💙

Mourning AU by @artsygirl0315

Irwin isn't supposed or allowed to visit Sectors he already went to... Unless said Sectors seem to have major problems like, idk, losing members and the rest getting too unruly.

He needs to keep up the "kid stuck in an adult body" lie and try to understand what the problem is and how to help with it (not solve, that's something the Sector needs to do itself). If the members won't listen and attack him, he can show a bit more of his adult side. If they keep being unruly and uncooperative, he needs to leave and tell Moonbase the situation. The Soopreme Leader then will take the measure they think are necessary.

And this doesn't look too good...

[321spongebolt]

While "Codename: Kids Next Door" ended long ago, with plans for "Galactic Kids Next Door" on limbo, I figured that following Numbuh 1's departure in the series finale, I figured diversity should become a thing under Numbuh 5's new role as leader of the Kids Next Door. By that, I mean bringing in new Kids Next Door members that have disabilities. Autism, of course, being no exception.

As far as if Numbuh 5 were to introduce a new member to the team who has autism, her expectations are for the new recruit to be treated with care and make him feel welcomed. As far as his interactions with the other KND members, Numbuh 5 and Numbuh 2 would be as patient and understanding as they have to be, with Numbuh 5 acting like a sisterly figure towards the new guy. And she alone could give the new recruit words of encouragement. Numbuh 3 would be the most accepting out of all the KND members. In fact, given her affectionate and bubbly personality, she would provide the new recruit plenty of hugs. She'll also comfort the new guy if he's ever sad or crying or overwhelmed, just as he would to Numbuh 3. And though she only just met the new guy, I imagined that she would bunk in his room for his first night. She would also offer him one of her rainbow monkeys, despite not knowing what he likes or dislikes, but it would still be something he could cuddle with at night as his way of remembering Numbuh 3. Numbuh 4, given his brash personality wouldn't easily be as accepting. From his stance, he could be very judgemental, which from his end is relatable for someone who doesn't know how autism works. Numbuh 4 would also be easily jealous whenever he sees Numbuh 3 comforting the new recruit. And when he's alone, he'd mock the new guy by comparing him to a dog (which would always comfort their owners and provide them love and empathy as they do). But that's not to say he'd be cruel about it. He may be brutally honest, but deep down, he would secretly care to more be bonds with him.

As far as weaknesses this new recruit has, whenever he gets too scared or is put in a life-threatening situation he wasn't prepared for (and no one is to blame for it), he'll get pale skinned and freeze up, resulting in him being paralyzed. And when he does become paralyzed, he needs immediate medical attention, which Numbuh 3 does provide given her role as a nurse. She is able to wake him up and comfort him while he's bedridden. And given how she occasionally sings, Numbuh 3 would sing any gentle comforting songs to cheer up the new recruit (ex. The "Trolls (2016 film)" version of "True Colors").

As far as his strengths, the new recruit does show signs of intelligence, and if there was a moment of him bonding with Numbuh 2, after Numbuh 2 shows off the gadgets he and the other KND members used in previous episodes of the show (depending on what's still around, or what hasn't been destroyed or lost), the new guy could get creative and built some kind of a robot suit (similar to the Iron Man armor) where the new guy can fly with rocket shoes (like the ones Numbuh 1 wears) and perform offensive attacks with the other gadgets equipped into his suit. He can also have a helmet that grants him binocular vision (for targeting and seeing things far away), x-ray vision (for seeing through walls), and even night vision (for seeing in the dark). The new guy would also wear his armor on Halloween when he goes trick or treating with his new friends for the first time. The suit could also have spikes that pop out from the seat of his pants, protecting him from the likes of Count Spankulot, who would scream in pain if his hand interacted with those spikes.

This is all I've got, but hopefully this sounds good as far as a character concept for if autistic characters were represented in "Codename: Kids Next Door".

[the-s1lly-corner]

The Toiletnator is just so fucking pathetic, I love him so much. Can I please have some headcanons for him and a super supportive 'Everyone clap for him or else.' SO?

Toiletnator x supportive!reader who is kind of... intense

could not think of a good title for this WOOOOOOO yippie! not sure when this will go up, trying to juggle between multiple projects and my head going to war over which brainrot to tackle next (which will likely make or break my productivity for the next few weeks or months) is... a lot.... notes: reader is gn, youre VERY supportive of him and you WONT take anything from anyone about it, hes oblivious to your intensity he just thinks everyone is being nice to him just because cws: none

Oh this man doesn't even notice the looks you're giving the other villains he genuinely thinks they're praising him out of their own free will

The amount of times you've glared at someone over your shoulder while you cling and walk away with Lou. If looks could kill...

And the way you can switch up to being sweet and loving to him- of course you can! It's sincere, and you truly want to see him succeed and get that appreciation!

At the bare minimum have his efforts be noticed! You're going to make sure they're noticed!

Usually Lou doesn't realize how badly the others treat him or how he's excluded... but when he does he tells you about it

And then you become that villains number 1 hater, you're petty and full of spite. You might not even be a villain but you will sabotage someone's plans just to get back at them

[demon64]

So... a while ago I talked about how I would love to see a team-up of Laura Kinney, Andi Benton, and Nico Minoru. I still wish that team-up could happen, and I could still talk about potential ideas for it. Today however, I want to share another interesting team-up idea I had.

Dylan Brock, Molly Hayes, and Gabby Kinney. Along with maybe Bellona Kinney.

It's essentially playing with a similar idea to the earlier Goth/Punk Trio, but with a potential twist, I think depending on what age you make these three characters. As far as I remember, all are within the pre-teen to early teens age range, give or take a few years and the timeframe of when the team-up takes place.

I will admit, I'm not as knowledgeable of these guys compared to the Goth/Punk Trio, and it has been a while since I read anything with them in it, but from what I remember, it could potentially be an interesting dynamic. Molly and Gabby I feel could play off each other in an interesting way, being like the happy, energetic kid compared to Nico and Laura’s more somber teen or young adult. Dylan could be an interesting addition as his darker pallete could be a neat contrast to the two brighter girls. If we got this team-up, it could be something more down to Earth in a way, a bit less crazy. Maybe at least at the start. If adding Bellona, she could be the responsible-ish one of the group, wanting to look after her little sister more than anything. I guess she's also protecting Dylan and Molly because she doesn't want to upset Gabby.

For the scenario, like I said, maybe a bit more down to Earth. Like maybe they make it seem like a big plan they're putting together, but it's revealed they're just looking to get as much candy together as possible. Or, because of I've been watching some videos on Codename: Kids Next Door lately, take some inspiration from that show for a team-up comic starring Dylan, Molly, and Gabby. Ooooooh! If going that route, imagine Bellona being the antagonist older sister to Gabby like Cree is to Numbuh 5 in KND.

I do kinda genuinely wish we could get this team-up, give some of the younger characters a bit more spotlight, just with a bit of a simpler story. It could be set in an alternate universe so that editorial doesn't get a headache, if someone does feel so inclined. It could also just be set in some ambiguous timeframe too, but I just kinda feel like alternate universe works a bit better, at least for some stories.

[numbuh]

can you tie my shoelaces for me

[nethiasystem]

1, 27 and 28 for the problematic asks!

"First and Latest Incest Ships"

I'm not sure how much it counts as "True" incest, due to the backstory of these characters being unclear on if they were simply friends, or genuinely related, before the events of the series - but my first incest ship was all of the Delightful Children From Down The Lane from Codename: Kids Next Door with each other. I had more ships with Ashley specifically, but none of them incest.

My latest incest ship is one that I'm not sure has a proper name, but I've seen called "Lyncest" - Lyney and Lynette from Genshin Impact. In Lyney's story quest we learn of floral symbolism in Teyvat, and that Rainbow Roses represent love. Lynette gets a little jealous when she sees Lyney hand someone else a Rainbow Rose before she ever gets one from him. It made me ship them so fast.

27. "First & Latest ships with a yandere"

My first ship with a yandere was caused thanks to @ask-the-matsus-and-ayano-blog's blog a while ago. The ship (obviously) being Ayano Aishi and all the Matsuno siblings. This post in particular made me adore how the ship is shown. They're such a cute polycule!

My latest ship with a yandere is definitely SatouShio - Satou Matsuzaka and Shio Koube from Happy Sugar Life. Satou is so determined to protect Shio from being taken away or hurt by the outside world that she goes to extreme lengths, often not healthy for Shio's development or enrichment - but despite that she's trying to give what she can to balance things out. It's just expensive and difficult... They were about to run away together to possibly counter that lack of enrichment, but sometimes things go very wrong all at once.

28. "First & Latest enemies ships"

I'm going to be perfectly honest here, I'm not really an enemies shipper when it comes to most things. I can only really think of two ships that fit the bill, and even then, I'm not sure the latter would be aware of each other as enemies.

The first would be Ashley of the Delightful Children From Down The Lane with Fanny Fulbright/Numbuh 86 from Codename: Kids Next Door. I liked the idea of Ashley sneaking off to hang out with a KND member as non-enemies from time to time, and Numbuh 86 doing the same to relax after a difficult day of working decommissioning. Their very different attitudes to life had me thinking they'd make a cute overly-loud blunt girl x polite goody-two-shoes trope.

My latest, which I'm not sure would even be aware of each other as enemies, is Childe/Tartaglia/Ajax and Amber from Genshin Impact. Childe is a Fatui Harbinger, while Amber is an Outrider for the Knights of Favonius, who aren't exactly on the best terms with the Fatui. Amber is also a bow user, as is Childe - but it's canonical that the bow is the weapon that Childe is the worst at using, to the point he throws his last arrow instead of shooting it. I like to imagine Amber seeing him use a bow this way, and immediately come over to teach him proper holding stance and position, not recognizing he's Fatui. I'm sure we all know how weapon teaching classes can go with ships over time... lots of fluff and cute contact potential.

Highly Problematic Questions Asks!

[totallynoteggos]

Lol here’s a thingy with a delightfulized! Teen!(y/n)

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Mrs. Dickson: wow! I can’t believe your daughters and my darling boy are such good friends!

Mr Lincoln: yeah cree talks about her all the time

Father: oh how wonderful

Meanwhile (y/n) Chad and Cree in the game room

Chad: wait- no- stop! I’m sorry! HAHAHAAH

Cree: WOO! get ‘em girl!

Delightfulized (Y/n): *goblin mode activated* HAHAHAHAH THIS IS THE MOST FUN IVE HAD IN YEARS

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[kidsnextdoor-doodles]

Do you ever think about Sector Z’s real families? Because I do

[the-knd-nightly-news]

Imagine this: Lizzie has super human strength due to being from a planet with a higher gravity- and she uses this strength to spin Nigel around when they hug.