#kindredshipping

[spacebunnyduel]

Some memories are unforgettable, remaining ever vivid and heartwarming...

[jadensharempolltournament]

[devine-fem]

some of you guys don’t understand that friendship and platonic kindredship is the real essence of romance. you wanna love someone? fine, but you have to like them first.

“i see them more as platonic friends!” i do too, that’s what the relationship is based off of in my head. what’s not clicking…? like that is the point.

[lonestatus]

i feel a great kindredship between. myself and tony soprano

[talesofsonicasura]

A King's Musings

A warrior king thinks about his peculiar guests and the face of the person who brought them.

Part of the Past/Present/Future Trio! Best to check that out first, especially the comments and reblogs, or else you'll just be super confused.

Damas would admit that Jak will never fail to surprise and worry him. The young man alongside his smaller companion had been gone for two weeks ever since they snuck into the Monk's Temple. It wasn't no lie that a good chunk of his Spargus citizens than just their king were a bit worried.

Jak and Daxter peculiar dynamic helped ease the tension from the serious matters outside the walls. It's hard to not be amused by youths getting into ridiculous but mostly harmless antics. Something that felt needed when the problems at hand aren't the usually ones for his people. These were much larger and dangerous matters that even his unaware citizens can sense.

Then not even an hour into the night did the Spargan King received a message from his most trusted friend, Sig. Jak and Daxter had been found but they weren't alone. Two other boys were with them, one who had a lethal allergic reaction to sunlight. It was enough extra motivation for Damas to come over alongside an escort and get the four youths back to Spargus before sunrise.

The King was about to arrange separate rooms for the other two boys but they all insisted on staying with the "Demolition Duo". It wasn't hard to notice the kindredship between them. One of sworn brothers ready to burn the world to ashes for each other.

"I figured I would find you wandering the halls again." Damas turned away from his thoughts to look at an approaching Sig. Although he couldn't help but raise a brow at the bits of feathers stuck haphazardly on the man's armor. "Old habits die hard my friend. Let me guess, a pillow fight?"

The man playfully rolled his only organic eye at his king's query. "Blue Cherry has one hell of a swing. Knocked the air outta me real good than just make a pillow explode. I can only imagine taking a hit from him as a full grown adult." James Lake Jr or "Jim" being the young man's preference.

A half human/half 'troll' who shared a very similar situation to Jak. Sadly he couldn't change back to what he once was from how it been phrased. The boy could easily be mistaken for being part Lurker if he didn't have that smooth stone hide and horns. Maybe a subspecies?

Jim was sixteen but dwarfed Damas by a foot if you weren't counting the horns. It isn't hard to see what his sworn brother meant as the boy still had some growing to do. They were lucky Kleiver hadn't thrown out his old PJs when he was a teenager. Between the four, Jim is more outspoken and approachable.

"An agreed sentiment as the young man has no doubt seen his fair share of the battlefield if he shares Jak's predicament. Though I bet it was Link who started their little fight." Damas' smile could barely conceal the heartache that stung his soul.

The world of a warrior wasn't a kind one. Every man and woman will face their own unspeakable horrors as war is bound to find them at some point. The eyes that a 10 year child should never be cursed to have. Link was painfully close in personality to his lost son, Mar.

An innocent youth with a knack for getting into mischief and prefers to use sign language than his voice. Sadly Link's innocence had also been robbed in the same way his fellow brothers lost theirs. By men like the Green Eco Sage who believes children should hold the weight of the world on their shoulders.

"Little Cherry is as clever as his aim. He already knew the right trajectory and timing to throw so he could hit my face before I even opened the door. Jak got himself some competition when the boy's old enough to pick up a gun."

Damas snorted at the image of his friend being met with a pillow to the face. There were already some rumors about Link being the King's secret love child amongst his guards. "I'm glad to know they're making themselves comfortable already. Hopefully the boys don't decide to throw another pillow fight in their new room."

"So when you are going to start working on those adoption papers? Just know that you have to do shared custody for Jim cause his mother might beat you with a broom if otherwise." Sig chuckles at the pointed look from Damas.

He knew his sworn brother's fatherly instincts when it came to lost children like the four boys. Damas is family man at heart and he always wanted to give Mar siblings. When his son disappeared, it wasn't hard to notice the sorrow in the man's eyes.

It hurt to find Damas sitting on Mar's bed with his son's favorite Crocadog plush in hand. No updates on the lost boy for over a year just made it worse. There been a few leads but they were muddle before absolute silence once Kor was dead. Although some reports were linked to two particular boys who slowly been healing Damas' heartache.

There was something about the Demolition Duo, especially Jak, that resonated with the King of Spargus. A very familiar bond that neither parties could identify but can definitely feel. Kinda like... Both men hadn't noticed they had stop in front of Jak's room. Unlike 20 minutes ago, it was quite silent.

Damas and Sig looked at each before the latter silently open the door. The room had been overtaken by feathers that once made their home in the pile of torn pillow cases at the farthest corner. Jak and Link's items were closer to the bed especially the youngest peculiar "Fierce Deity" mask which sat on an intact pillow.

It wasn't difficult to find the room's occupants. All four boys were all fast asleep, huddled together in a slightly awkward cuddle pile. Jim was behind everyone as his head rested on Jak's chest alongside Link and arms held the two smaller blondes. The youngest boy nestled himself against the oldest with a firm grip almost if to make sure he won't disappear.

Jak was in the center of the two whilst Daxter laid behind his head, curled up like a feline. A very rare sight to behold as the duo still had issues when it came to sleeping. Haven City hadn't been so kind to their health from the constant mission reports Sig gotten ahold of during his stay.

The heartwarming scene felt very familiar to Damas, too familiar. Soft peaceful expression on Jak's face as his body was held in the safety of his brothers. Just like...

Realization hit Damas harder than a gun handle to the teeth. "Sig, get me every report involving Jak's stay in Haven. I'll be in my private studies as there's something I need to check. The answers we been seeking about Mar's disappearance is much closer than we thought."

Sig quietly headed off while the king look back at the sleeping youth, specifically Jak. The image of a little greenish blonde child surrounded by blankets as he held a plush crocadog to his chest paint the king's mind. "Please let me be right."

The door closed without a sound as darkness gently blanket the room once more.

And that's it. I'm a sucker for Dadmas just like Fierce Dadity so I couldn't resist. Figured I give Jim a break from the madness he's been subjected to on my main blog. Still on a Trollhunters kick so it'll taking longer to get other stuff done.

Life has also been insane as curveballs keep coming. I'm currently working on the next chapter for Of Bug Cults and Living Stone while proofreading my older works. Until next time folks, I'll see you back at the crossroads between Spargus, Arcadia and Hyrule!

@radioactivepeasant @hermitdrabbles56

[autisticempathydaemon]

What is your Enneagram type? Is a type 9w1, but also really resonate with 4.

Do you love gargantuan Youtube video essays, and if so, which is your favorite and why? History. I love history. Tell me all the most random obscure factoids about our past that will impress but likely amount to nothing.

What Redacted boy holds no appeal to you, and why? Like, not the one you hate but the one who you don’t get the hype for. (I won’t judge, I promise.) Caelum. No hate to the little cutie, but he really reminds me of the kids I used to teach back when I worked at a preschool. I loved them to death, but there's a reason I'm not a teacher anymore. Also Ollie. No hate, just no interest.

Tell me about that one book/movie/tv show you know all the words to. Phantom of The Opera. My first musical love.

Which Redacted boy are you platonically attracted to? Like- forget dating, which dude do you want to be your best friend? Sam. There's something comforting about his accent. I'm a Texan, born and raised. I feel a kindredship with him. His frustrations when he finds "Darlin's" pantry and fridge empty is so southern, I felt seen in my heart of hearts. (Still wanna date him tho...)

Do you have a go-to thing you ramble about when you’re tired, and if so, what is it? (For example, my boyfriend knows I’m ready to sleep when I start talking about space.) It's either ADHD, Christian theology and apologetics, or history. No inbetween.

Tell me your go-to gas station and drink combo. "I pray at my altar of slush, yeah, I live for that sweet frozen rush." Before Gavin, Heathers converted me to the cult of the 7-11 Slushie.

Tell me about your favorite playlist at the moment. Beauty and the Beast Broadway OST. Trying to learn the part of Belle. Why? No reason.

What’s your guilty pleasure media, and why? Heathers. A musical that features underage drinking, sex, suicide attempts, and murder! Heaven forbid!

And whatever else you think tells me about who you are! I love research and learning, but it does have to be on my own terms. I'm also really painfully shy at first, and I'm horrible at remembering...anything really. I love listening to people nerd out around or to me, because I love that they feel comfortable enough to not worry what I'll think of their passions, even if it's something I have no personal interest in.

Okay, now hear me OUT, lend me your ear. I’m thinking “shy introvert meets comfort extrovert” vibes. I’m thinking “musical theater nerd meets EDM raver” gap couple vibes. I’m thinking Hudson.

The little ways the two of you contrast would be so cute in a relationship. Like, I don’t think Hudson would be a musical theater guy at least at first, but he likes when you sing it, plays your favorite songs on the station when he knows you’re on the road and listening. He knows nothing about history, but he always has a new documentary picked and queued for when y’all destress after your days at work.

Then there’s the big ways. Hudson knows you’re shy, but radio hosts are skilled at getting people to talk, at letting people know how genuinely interested they are. Hudson knows 9w1’s can be more inclined to listen, to blend in, to mediate, but he is always there to make sure to listen to you and to sing your praises when you stand out.

Song:

All I wanna do is get to holdin' you/ And get to knowin' you/ And get to showin' you/ And get to lovin' you

I’m talking a lot about Hudson being sweet, which he is, but he’s also a fuckin menace. He loves that you’re from Texas, especially if you have an accent, and play the most ludicrous country music around the house to get you to dance with him.

Runner-Ups:

If I were to pair shy with shy, introvert with introvert, you and Geordi would be a darling match. He could benefit a wonderful, patient listener, and I think he’d take you to any musical you want, even if he’s not a fan. Guy, in my head and in my heart, I know to be a musical theater boy. I think he could play a fun, devil may care Danny Zuko or Sandy across you, and he’d have a great time.

Read this post and send me an ask if you’d like a match-up of your own! 💌

Note: back to our regularly scheduled positivity 💕

[fimbulvetrblues]

we learned a lot abou your version of Loki and Atreus, but not enough about our favorite giantess

Angrboda!!

1- When did she realize that she loved Atreus?

2- How did Loki introduced Wukong to her and how did they become friends so quickly?

3: Besides Wukong, Calliope or the egypcians, who was the first deity to become Angrboda's friend or best friend?

4- Did she blame Loki for what happend to her children? Don't need to goe easy on the answer, i can take a lot of Angst.

ITS HER TIME TO SHINEEEEE!!

My Angrboda was more wild and energetic than her canon self, and she and Loki often butted head at first because of it, and especially during their travels in Egypt. It took her a while to realize tbh, theirs was a veeeeery drawn out slowburn xD probably once they left the Celtic pantheon lands and made their third visit to Calliope's lands, back when the Hellenic Empire was spreading further east.

Pretty plainly, to be frank! After Loki was invited to Huaguoshan, he naturally brought Angrboda and Hel as his +2 and Wukong and his kingdom welcomed them with open arms. Any kin of Wukong's then-apprentice was as kin to them! Wukong is a very friendly and charismatic guy, and Angrboda can appreciate that, so a friendship was sure to come rather quickly. It certainly helped that they could team up to pester Loki!

Honestly? It was Faunus xD Angrboda as a jotunn has an affinity to nature and it's wilder side, and she has a love to festivities and celebrations. It's one of the things she most misses, the sense of community and shared bonds of celebrating with her kind and kin. So meeting Faunus, a being of nature and bounty and party, along with her daughter Bona Dea, it was kindredship at first sight.

well, yes and no xvx for one, she understands the sequence of events that led to what happened, and she puts all blame and wrath at Odin for it. after all it wasn't just her children who suffered, but Loki as well, and deeply and for years. the existence of Fenrir at all is proof of that. HOWEVER, she has some bitterness at Loki for taking that bet to begin with. she knew why it needed to happen and indeed she agreed to it, but it doesn't mean that she has to accept the consequences easily or at all. her people suffered enough, and they keep on suffering, and she HATES it. she resents it deeply, and if she's called the "mother of monsters" at all, it's her rage turned into curses that plague the land of Asgard before the realm was sealed away by Odin.

[goldentemplariumcrow]

I swear Red Hood would receive so many kisses and hugs from Dio. Platonic displays of support he can spare, if Dio was allowed to touch him with love and care, he'd kiss and hug and tell him he's beautiful regardless of what he went through, or of his scars.

Because Dio understands the anger, the frustration, the feelings of betrayal and abandonment, the pain of thinking everything and everyone he loved and cared for betrayed him. He knows in his bones the pressure to pick up from someone else's role and try to fit and be good in it, but everyone always reminds him of how those who came before were better, of how his own accomplishments were downplayed for someone else's who came before or after. Even the disruption of the natural order by being brought back to life and seeing the world moved on, the ever present cold touch of death that doesn't go away just because he was brought back by some mystical goo or ritual, how the darkness of knowing the other side lingers.

Dio knows it all and he wishes he could do more to make others understand how it feels, but he can't. So seeing Jason struggle would certainly make him feel a certain kindredship with him, enough to bring Dio out of his coccoon in order to comfort and give Jason whatever support he can, which is by physical touch in most situations.

[treuallahtreuvulieou]

Taliban rules your business you founded it unless you founded for another , be reason of ethics and morality or kindredship or any other

[sorcerese]

Of the children in camp, at least one of them was useful.

Soren could have felt a vague sense of kindredship, such power at a young age, but their abilities were the only similarity they could've possibly had. He approached her, slightly curious about the magic she wielded, but mostly about her character.

"You're quite the mage." No doubt she'd been told such things before. "I imagine it's stifling to not be able to train as you'd like, but your skills are sharp. As tactician, I only worry for your safety. Do try to use terrain and our fellow, armored soldiers who look like terrain from the back to protect yourself should a fight break out. Heroics are best done from a smart position."

" yeaaah and 'quite' is a humble way to put it. " she doesn't really pay him any mind. a compliment is always nice but the same one really gets old on her ears. delthea shrugs at him and smile for a brief moment before idly toying with the end of her hair. she doesn't interrupt his mini lecture and just stares at him barely holding back her subconscious laughter.

" training? oh, gods no. this is all natural, you see. all talent, no training required. if anything i'm glad i'm not neck deep in sweat and forced into training regimes for once in my life. " she waves a dismissive hand. this guy wasn't trying to flatter her that much was obvious. he probably just wanted to gauge her like many others have before since she is rather flashy with combat at times. i mean she can't help it, she's just really into cool looking magic so getting hurt is the least of her problems.

delthea stares at him for a moment, tongue laid heavy. " worried ? about me... ? hmm.... " delthea taps her cheek in thought. man this guy was like the icy cold version of her brother... thus making her really want to just burst out laughing in his face but self-control is a practiced virtue and might as well exercise it. " i appreciate the concern but that kind of stuff is the least of my worries, to be completely honest with you ! and if you insist on stressing out about whatever is going around on my side of the fight then i suggest you just lay back, RELAX!!! name a target and i'll blow them up before you even get to blink. " the mage laughs and shakes her head. oh, boys are so silly sometimes. she notes. " oh and ... i'm not into doing the whole honor and heroics thing, i'm into heroes themselves if you catch my drift. so, i'm gonna look my darn best while kicking bad guy butts. "

[jadensharempolltournament]

[dogyip]

dog ownership/husbandry in the south, most specifically when i was younger (and far before that), definitely left a lot to be desired and i disagree with a vast amount of it now but there really was something special about spending all your time out in the woods as a kid because your house was unsavory and then one day finding some big dog who - for reasons unknown - decided he was just going to follow you everywhere. and then he just did that every day so you fed him table scraps (because he was not your dog, of course, so you had no dog food but he was your friend and your friend had to eat) and let him drink from the water hose after you. and every night when you parted ways at the top porch step, he'd run off, and you kind of hoped he'd be returning to his home but even being ten, you were old enough to know he wasn't.

regardless, you always knew he'd be waiting in the yard once morning came and you started getting good at asking for too much bacon at breakfast and pocketing it so you and the dog could eat on it while in the woods. your uncles and grandpa were hunters who kept dogs for a reason, so for better or worse, you knew dogs either as working dogs or just extra mouths to feed (a "bad" dog).

this dog - your dog - is a bad dog. he looks something like a hound, maybe a bit of a labrador, too, but he might as well be neither—he doesn't have a hunting bone in his body. you can't wrap your mind around him being bad though, even after that time he most definitely gave you fleas, you're an extra mouth to feed too, after all. there is a kindredship in your mutual uselessness.

you're thirteen when he's not on the porch one morning. you spend the day in the woods looking for him. and you do this every day after that he isn't waiting for you. you do this until you realize he would have been back by now if he could be, he never ignored you, of course. you think you should've collared him, now, maybe that was you owned a dog. maybe he wouldn't have left if you had. but, of course, you kind of hoped he'd be returning to his home and they finally decided to keep him where he should be, but you were more than old enough to know he wasn't.

yes everyone can have a special connection with their dog but i think it's impossible to fathom the connection a young southern girl has with the weird and awful dog that free roams but is undeniably hers

[doujinscans]

triangle starlit sky. by フル・グラノゥレ

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[askygokindredshipping]

Happy New Year's everyone! It's been a hot second since I posted any headcannons for the bois, but here we are. This set is on their "love languages" in domestic life.

[On mobile. Will add read more later.]

- They don't say "I love you" that often.

- You know.

- #Trauma.

- But that doesn't mean they don't show their loves in other ways.

- Judai's love language is the easiest to spot because he is very much a tangible person.

- He will often come up behind either of them and hug their waists, chin on their shoulders, while he allows them to keep working.

- Neck kisses are a must.

- When he notices that they are tense, small messages are also conducted.

- Yusei's neck is a sensitive spot.

- Johan loves scalp massages.

- Judai is also a big cuddlier. He will cuddle the mess out of them any chance he can get.

- Interesting items or gifts that he can find are also given in plenty.

- Johan has a Dragon scale collection from the Spirit World.

- Yusei has gears.

- Johan is a serial kisser.

- Tiny pecks are more common, but he will never skip a moment for a deep kiss.

- He also shows his affection in tiny gifts like giving Yusei his favorite foods for lunch or shooing the spirits away before they can get to Judai.

- Listening is also his forte. Whenever the other two need to rant [often for Judai; not often for Yusei], he's more than happy to do so.

- Yusei's love language can be difficult to spot, if one doesn't know what to look for.

- That's not saying he's reserved in his love; it was the exact opposite. The boys know how passionate he is.

- Yusei spends a lot of his time working.

- He takes breaks to be with the two of them.

- He takes them out on the D Wheel for romantic dates on days off.

- He showed them all his favorite spots, talking excitedly about everything he loves about the city and his friends.

- Johan and Judai know that Yusei's language is one of connections, and they couldn't love him any more for it.

- All three also like buying each other little things they see in their daily lives.

- For example, Judai bought Johan a new pen when he noticed that his old one finally broke.

- Yusei has taken them to lunch a few times.

- Johan bought Yusei some new oil that he needed.

- And so on.

- They don't say "I love you" that often.

- But everyone knows that they are in love.

[yuliakv]

When someone tries to hurt your husbando.

[lunaticayuki]