#kitt is a jealous fellow

[bellygunnr]

Realistically Micheal and esp Bonnie have to drive other cars at some point, I feel like Kitt would be jealous :]

Oh, absolutely. I've kind of borrowed the headcanon that Bonnie normally drives a Dodge pickup, kind of a holdover from when she was with her parents, and KITT hates the fuckin' thing. He thinks it's ugly and unrefined (not that he'd tell her that).

Michael has had to drive a handful of other vehicles on the show, usually when KITT is out of commission or for a case, and KITT's never shown getting jealous there-- but he seems rather jealous of Michael's fabled '56 Chevy. AND it's shown that Michael has gotten out of the habit of looking at the dashboard gauges because he just-- doesn't have to, with KITT.

We don't see Bonnie drive with KITT very often which is unfortunate! We have to assume that she does, and let's be real, she's definitely the better driver.

Actually hold on an 80s Dodge Dakota with the V8....

[muppeteyes1001]

She gently embraced Alex's face as he pushed his snout into her. His rumbles and warm scales always felt so comforting .. As did the familiar scent of a blazing hearth in midwinter.

"They'd truly have nothin' better going on in their lives if they do ... Or perhaps they'll just be jealous ta see such a devilishly, handsome fellow havin' a good time" Kitt purred, stroking his beard before gently resting her head on his snout to gaze lovingly at his scarlet orbs.

"Either way .. I wouldn't mind knockin' some sense into a few skulls if it'd ever came ta that" she muses with a mischievous smile.

Kitt chortles at her beau's enthusiastic response. Gently rubbing the ruby on his strong chin as she did.

"Of course! ... You should be able ta enjoy All Hallows Eve just like everyone else, no?" she replies before giving the king a small peck on his nose.

[noahhawthorneauthor]

WIP: Phantom and Rook (MM Urban Fantasy)

Today's Words

Arlo is trying to murder me.

We sit together on a bench, Kitt sits beside me and Quentin is on the other side of Arlo. The massive picnic table is blanketed in red and white plaid, fully crowded as Caspian and Tobias bring over the last of the food from the grill.

Our thighs are touching.

He’s one of those people who tells stories with their hands, which frequently brush against my back as he waves in the chilled air behind me, or alongside my forearm when his fingers settle on the miniscule bit of plaid between us.

He’s smiling, and his eyes shine in this light like I’ve never seen before, gold and emerald specks quite literally dance in irises and he catches me staring for a few seconds too long multiple times.

To be fair, I’ve caught him staring at me, too.

His leather jacket is gone, resting on the bench between his hip and mine, revealing thick arms adorned with ink here and there. I’ve noticed when someone asks him a question, his fingers tend to find the dragon along his forearm. He’ll briefly sweep over it in one direction, then the other, and that’s all, but he doesn’t ever look at it as he does. Maybe he doesn’t realize he’s doing it at all.

The stars are a gorgeous backdrop for the strands of warm lights criss-crossing through Caspian and Tobias’ yard, the night perfectly illuminated for the group of friends I’ve come to know as the ‘Misfits.’ Caspian’s scowl has lessened, but he doesn’t make it a point to talk to me. Quentin is quiet as well, but he doesn’t seem to outright dislike me.

Although, his face brightens like the first spring day after a treacherous winter when Arlo asks him how his day was.

I listen to those around me chat with content, answering when I’m spoken to but otherwise watch the dynamics unfold with curiosity. Arlo makes sure to give each of his friends attention, but Kitt, Caspian and Quentin especially thrive under it. Lindsey and Kitt have no problem flaunting their relationship, while Caspian and Tobias keep close to each other and hold hands, but not much else.

Their children often find their way into Arlo’s lap, and Caspian looks upon Arlo with such fondness I find myself more … jealous, (yes alright I’ll admit it) of him than Quentin. Those looks from Caspian cause Arlo to flush or distract himself with conversation, whereas the plain adoration from Quentin is lost upon Arlo, or it seems that way. He talks to Quentin like he does to every one of his friends.

“So, Thatch, have you ever visited during the festival before?” Kitt asks, distracting me from watching Arlo wrestle Marlena off his shoulders.

I turn, facing her and Lindsey. “Regrettably, no. But from what I’ve seen thus far, it seems like a grand time, although I’m not sure what all the fuss is about.”

Gowan giggles from her seat across from us, as does the gladiola fae she brought with her tonight. Both fae are in full bloom, which I find fascinating. Deep yellow dandelions decorate Gowan’s grassy skin, while soft white gladiolas drift past Iris’ mossy shoulders, her long blue hair curling between the flower heads, leaves and stems with hidden roots.

“All the fuss?” Arlo starts, to which Caspian and Kitt simultaneously groan.

“Now you’ve done it.” Lindsey agrees, leaning on Kitt’s shoulder and watching me with a conspiratol grin that matches Gowan’s.

“Alright, alright. Let’s eat before Lolo pitches a fit.” Caspian says, passing around the platter closest to him.

I raise a brow at Arlo. “Lolo?”

Arlo glares at me after he passes Marlena off to Tobias. “Don’t even. I’m mad at you.”

“What!”

He nods solemnly. “This is unacceptable.”

I look to Kitt and she puts up her hands. “Arlo is very passionate about the Scarlet Illusionist.”

“You’re the one who runs a museum with not one, but two exhibits dedicated to them.”

She rolls her eyes. “Whatever.”

I chuckle. “Is that the fellow I saw on the banners last night? I must say, whoever designed their outfit is quite … decadent.”

“See!” Quentin cries, pointing a potato covered serving spoon at Lindsey, much to Arlo’s approval.

The elf scoffs, flipping blonde over her shoulder. “Well I think it’s just right.”

I put my hands up. “I didn’t mean any offense! I mean, it’s just–”

Lindsey laughs. “It’s alright, we live to pick on each other. If you’re going to be around that one, you better get used to it.” She gestures to Arlo and the autumn breeze nips at my overheated neck.

“Yes, well, thank you for the advice.”

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Idiots in Love, Idiots in Love

Waiting is not a strong suit of mine, so here's a sneak peek of Thatch's sketch by @gagakumadraws

When I tell you I love this immortal hobo, I really mean it.

[lemonietrinket]

Candy Baby ||| Yuta x Reader

Summary: You and your boyfriend are shopping at a special lingerie store. Though not for the reasons that anyone may first expect... Genre: Comedy Warning(s): Swearing, quite low level tho (1x s**t) Word Count: 1027 Theme Song: Santa Baby - Eartha Kitt (or whichever artist you prefer, the number of covers of this song o.O) AN: The 21st December prompt, from @songi-writes, yeah it’s late, but it’s a Christmas present instead! Merry Christmas!!

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You could barely breathe, your sides stabbed repeatedly with giddiness as you laughed so hard you keeled over onto your back on the bed.

This only sparked Yuta to laugh even harder, his hand rest on your arms as the two of you shook. “B...! Ba—bab...y! Are... a-are you—?!” He collapsed onto the duvet too as you let out another howl, shaking your head with tears brimming in your eyes.

“Yuta what have you done?!” you wheezed, clutching at your stomach. “That image is stuck in my head forever! N-now—y-you shit what have you done?!”

He merely cackled.

Yuta had been browsing online stores, trying to decide what to buy several of his fellow groupmates for christmas. He’d only managed to buy presents for Mark and Winwin (no surprise there, he’d bought their presents months in advance) so far, and that left many more members left to buy for. Since all of them were your close friends too, you decided to offer assistance.

The two of you were a strangely efficient team, and managed to buy a multitude of gifts. On the other hand, it had exhausted many options, and for the last few members, the two of you had stagnated. To the point that you jokingly suggested that the two of you buy someone a set of lingerie.

Yuta ran with it, eyes alight and smile wide in glee, as he opened up lingerie store after lingerie store to find the perfect set. After exhausting several websites, you’d headed to the dreaded page 2 of google, desperate to find glory in rosy, satin lace. And that was where the fun had began.

Now, all of the stores had christmas sales, it being the season to be jolly and all. However, one website you had found had the worst lingerie you had ever seen.

We’re talking 100% synthetic plastic, ugly tinsel accent, and two disgusting shades of green and red.  You and your boyfriend had cracked up about it, tearing it to shreds, almost sending a photo of it to Johnny for him to evaluate.

And then—then—Yuta said the magic words:

“Imagine Kun in that.”

You had screamed in horrified delight, the mental image being too much to handle as you fell into fits of laughter, likely worrying the neighbours.

And this was how you were now, rolling on your shoulders as your hands weakly gripped at Yuta’s shirt.

“We should...! We should buy it for him...!” he insisted, as you shook your head desperately.

“We can’t!” you shrieked. “He’d kill us both!”

He whined in disappointment as he pouted, eyes still on fire from joy, as he sat up, retrieving the laptop. “Ok, but we are totally buying him lingerie.”

You wiped your eyes, feeling the air slowly return to your lungs. “Oh, of course! That way he can only kill one of us, at worst.”

“I’ll sacrifice myself for you, don’t worry,” Yuta giggled, fingers flying across the keyboard as he opened google back up and clicked on page three��a destination unheard of by any living being with their soul still intact.

There, he opened up the next store. The website was very clean and minimal, with a delicate rose quartz background and tiny snowflakes dotting the layout.  You raised yourself up on the bed, coming to sit up and lean upon Yuta’s shoulder. Pressing a kiss to his jaw, your eyes swept the store for anything good.

Scrolling down, he almost reached the bottom of the page when you suddenly exclaimed, “Stop!”

You pointed to the penultimate row, at a piece of pure beauty. 

The lingerie was called Candy Baby, which made you snort, but it was extremely pretty. Coloured peach with a tinge of pastel pink, it was a two piece with an unwired bralette.  A long bow made of lighter ribbon was embedded neatly at the front, with short flowy sheets of satin that rested no lower than the waist.  The lower half was a loose, delicate skirt, with no extraneous lace designs. It was long enough to cover what needed to be hidden for suspense, but short enough to entice.

You were almost jealous of where it was going.

“That is the one!” you asserted.

He smirked, kissing your forehead, before immediately setting up an account to purchase it. “Good choice, baby. This is going to be hilarious!” He sighed. “You really are the one for me.” 

You blushed, nuzzling into his neck to avoid his confident, dazzling stare.

He hummed coyly, almost to the point that it became a purr. “Maybe I should buy you some of this lingerie—”

“Oh my god, Yuta! Stop!”

.

.

.

When Kun opened the box in front of everyone, gathered in the living room, many hushed and leaned in to see what it was.  Only when he held up the delicate rose satin was there pure silence. Only the christmas songs over the stereo in the kitchen could be heard, and it felt so distant. 

And then everyone roared into laughter, cheering and patting Kun on the shoulder.

“Oh it’s beautiful, Kun!” Haechan exaggerated, snickering.

“You better enjoy that!” Ten smirked, eyeing the lace before sipping his wine. “Looks to me that it wasn’t overly cheap!”

As Chenle questioned Jisung about how Ten knew that, Johnny was applauding the two of you.  “You absolute legends!” he said. “Makes my present for Jaehyun just look mean!”

Kun meanwhile seemed frozen, his eyes the size of dinner plates as he stared at the lingerie nervously. Then, he looked up at the two of you, giggling from the other side of the room.

He stood silently, lips placed firmly together, the corners ever so slightly upturned as he hid a smile.

“You like your christmas present, Kun?” Yuta sang. 

“Yeah! Isn’t it great!” you cried. “It was Yuta’s idea!” 

“Hey! It was not! It was your—!”

Kun began to step towards you, bra and panties clenched in his fist.

“Oh, Kun, come on now!” you tutted. “Listen to what Ten said—it was expensive and you should be careful with—!”

This only made him increase his speed.

“Run!” Mark called.

And neither Yuta nor you ignored him.

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AN: I know I said there was a Yuta fic coming ages ago. And there is one! It’s just still in my drafts, half written. So this is like an apology for that too :((

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[thedarksacrament-blog]

Shade’s Permanent Relationship Call!

Hello! Kitte here with Shade as my muse. A little bit about the char in case you haven’t read my app or whatever, basically the guy’s got a lot of skills but he’s an jackass of a Dark God. He is arrogant beyond belief, manipulative, and bossy. He likes mental stimulation and quiet places, and dislikes noise, coldness, and animals. Even puppies! Who hates puppies?!

But, that doesn’t mean he’s totally unapproachable, right? Anyway, by liking this, I may;

Come to your IM box and talk to you

Send you even more ask messages in response to memes than other people, especially starter or drabble memes

Make a short random starter for you based on what’s going on in Shade’s life. Long random starters will be asked about first

Lovers; Good luck, is all I’d have to say to that muse. Shade would be a jealous, possessive lover as well as his usual abusive self, so the lover would probably have to have a lot of unbreakable confidence. He also doesn’t feel lust and most people are, in fact, sexuals, so that could also cause rifts between him and a potential SO.

Friends; It takes a lot of trust for Shade to call someone a friend, because he finds using the term makes him feel vulnerable and overly emotional. Generally his friends are people who will brush off his brash behaviors as nothing, and again, are confident enough in themselves that he can’t break them down. I COULD foresee friendships that would have someone scold and teach him better, though, something that helps him stem off some of his abusive behaviors. I’d say the only kind of person that couldn’t be a potential friend is someone who is as prideful or arrogant as him. He hates the competition.

Allies; Different from friends, though it’s possible to be both. Shade actually respects his allies more than his friends—he’ll do his very best to be nice(and slip every once in a while) and make sure he returns favors to them so they’re ‘equal’. Allies are usual fellow gods or people with power(that DON’T lord it over him). Shade, however, can be slightly curt with his allies. No sharing feelings, and no small talk.

Rivals; As mentioned in the friends section, Shade hates competition and those who are arrogant or prideful will be considered a rival, as well as anything Shade considers a ‘demon’. Shade does not actively try to hurt his rivals, but he does want to avoid them(sometimes circumstances would have them glued together, however). There will definitely be heated arguments and maybe some minor slapping/fistfights going on.

Enemies; If you’re bad enough to be considered an enemy, Shade will try to kill you or constantly run from you, depending on who is more powerful. To become a true enemy the muse would probably have to assault him, or somehow break his heart(good luck, it’s pretty empty in there). It will be a desperate war, for even when running away Shade is cunning and will try to make attempts on the enemy’s life using traps and the help of allies.

Children; I feel the need to list these guys separately. Shade… doesn’t really know what to DO with children. He doesn’t want to abuse them—he’s been scolded about it by his fellow gods before—but he can’t just ebb away his personality at the drop of a hat. Shade will try to avoid minors for the most part. But yeah, be warned if you’ve got a child muse, because this guy IS an asshole and that could mean some emotional child abuse going on. I don’t want anyone to come in thinking he’ll be a softy and accidentally trigger them.

People with power over Shade; Could be any of the above and also this. Shade’s personality towards those stronger than him depends on the personality of the character themselves. If Shade thinks his superior is worthy of the power, he will begrudgingly respect them, maybe even take orders from them, and try to get on their good side(in case he needs a powerful ally). If Shade feels the stronger is a softy, he will haaate it and cause them to become a rival or enemy. It makes him bitter and he also feels it’s not an effective leadership without some form of fear going on. If the stronger character hates Shade… Shade will just outright run.

Other; There could be other things, sure. Coworkers, fellow gods, ex-SOs, mentor/student whatever. If you have an idea lemme know. Just hit that like button to enter a life with Shade, boiiiis!

[cinderellasfella]

Time to dust off Conor’s Opinions™!

Tagged by the lovely @droo216, thanks Drew! :)

A (age): 23.

B (biggest fear): letting everyone drift away and living my life alone.

C (current time): 11:02am.

D (drink you last had): water. The thrills never end when I’m around.

E (easiest person to talk to): my best friend Rachel.

F (favourite song): Only Love Can Hurt Like This by Paloma Faith.

G (grossest memory): accidentally stepping in a bog on a class trip and suddenly finding myself up to my hips in the foulest smelling mire.

H (horror yes, horror no): horror you will leave the house right now and come back with a Disney musical.

I (in love with): the trailer for The Nutcracker and the Four Realms.

J (jealous of): happy couples. I’ve tried nothing, and I’m all out of ideas!

K (killed someone?): literally? No. Metaphorically with a sick burn? ... again, no.

L (love at first sight or should I walk by again?): walk by again. And proceed to say nothing at all, most likely creeping the poor fellow out.

M (middle name): Michael, for both of my grandfathers. If Confirmation names count, then Matthias, for the character from the Redwall books.

N (number of siblings): four. I’m the second eldest, with one older sister, one younger sister, and two younger brothers.

O (one wish): to feel happy and secure about my future, and that of my friends.

P (person you last called): a woman from Estonia who had dialed a wrong number, who I rang back when I missed the call and didn’t recognize the number.

Q (question you’re always asked): “How are you so organized?” by people in my course at college. Joke’s on them, I’m a chaotic mess that happens to have deadlines and dates burned into his brain.

R (reasons to smile): I’m going out to the countryside to visit my mum’s side of the family today.

S (song you last sang): Santa Baby. I, too, have gone yet another year without kissing any boys, and could use a couple of gifts off that list of Eartha Kitt’s.

T (time you woke up): 8:45am.

U (underwear colour): striped purple, grey, and black.

V (vacation destination): London, Florida, Vienna, New York, anywhere that gets me off this rock for a bit.

W (???): gonna have to skip this one, apologies.

X (x-rays I’ve had): a few dental ones.

Y (your favourite foods): chocolate, steak, and cheesecake.

Z (zodiac): cancer, through and through.

Thanks again, Drew! Tagging @chasingthewindandthesky, @bri-ecrit, @fantasticalnonsense18, @karis-the-fangirl, @kristanna, and @timeforalongstory.