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This is about to be the source of my brainrot for the next few weeks

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We call all be cringe together

Opinion/hcs for the idea that Swordflames (Xander, Yugo, Ukyo, and Quon) are in a polyam relationship?

i am very sorry for the long wait 😵‍💫 i just struggled to bring all my silly little thoughts together

here r just a bunch of random drabbles i have accumulated abt them over the past two weeks! may be ooc and cringe, but if you have been following my blog it’s kinda warranted by now.

fellow swordflames enjoyers pls add onto this if you’d like 🫶🫶🫶

- because my little brainworms said so xhaka and quon were already in a relationship beforehand! i do in fact make the rules.

- when quon does come back, ukyo has to deal with feelings of resentment before anything else. i feel like ukyo would struggle with thoughts of feeling inadequate in their relationship, simply because they met after the other three, and she’d absolutely not verbalize those emotions at all. communication is something that i think he’d struggle with.

- hm my thoughts r that xhaka’s the one that officiates their relationship. he notices how (despite all the scaring) quon and ukyo hit it off pretty well after ukyo resolves his resentment, and it’s hard to ignore yugo’s little puppy crush(es)

- ukyo’s main love language is physical touch: they love hugs, running their fingers through their partners hair, holding hands- u name it! and of course scaring the living daylights out of his partners.

- but im kinda stuck on what the others love languages would be lol.

- when quon comes back to the dojo, he isn’t accustomed to the specialized training regimen anymore. what i’m saying is that he spars with yugo and absolutely eats shit.

- i’m unsure if ukyo and yugo live full time at the dojo, but because i don’t care enough to look back i am simply going to believe it’s canon!

- even before they get together, they are always having silly little impromptu sleepovers; they definitely crash in xhakas room.

- when quon comes back they just have to get a whole new bigger bed bc they just couldn’t all fit comfortably on xhakas anymore 😭

- big spoon ukyo little spoon xhaka LMAOO they make it work.

- QUON AND UKYO MATCHING EARRINGS 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

- okok i really wish i could give you more substantial thoughts, but literally all there is in my mind is domestic fluff. i am just thinking abt them going on dates and their silly day to day shenanigans. like laundry, or their morning routine; them getting ready for the morning, cramming into the bathroom and smiling at each other in the mirror as they brush their teeth. them heading out to start practice and spar; ukyo’s on a winning streak until xhaka wants to spar with her, effectively breaking that streak. on slow days at the dojo they decide to end practice early and head to town even if just to walk or fuck around in a convenience store and eat snacks in the parking lot. or maybe they head down to the skate park and quon teaches the others how to skate, with ukyo, the ever-so graceful, struggling to stay balanced on a skateboard. yugo makes fun of him, but is still conveniently right behind for supposedly no reason. xhaka surprisingly picks it up best out of the three, and quon excitedly talks about how he should get his own board. they decide to go home before it’s too dark to safely climb the mountain, throwing their shoes off and immediately crashing once they get in xhakas room.

- sorry woah what just happened i just blacked out and there was a whole paragraph sitting in front of me

- segway into more fluff

- xhaka getting up earlier than the other 3 to make them a nice breakfast.

- yugo being awkward abt giving affection, but still finding other ways to be there for his partners. specifically i think he’d be a really good listener. sometimes he leaves notes in places he knows his partners will see. he doesn’t sign them, no one brings them up, but everyone knows who wrote them.

- also yugo watching youtube tutorials just so he can do ukyos hair in the morning..

- yugo trying to keep up a stoic appearance, but xhaka makes him laugh one day and he swears his heart skips a beat.

- quon seeing something that reminds him of his partners and buying it for them 😓😓 i am such a sucker for the “this reminded me of you.”

- xhaka having cute nicknames for them on his phone

- idk man something about yugo and quon just laying in bed and talking to each other. they r stuck in my brain.

- xhaka taking ukyos hands. no reason in particular, he just knows she’d would probably appreciate it. ukyo does, in fact appreciate it.

- quon and xhaka training some rookies, standing on opposite sides of the training room, smiling at each other.

ok thats it for now LOL i think they’re silly

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HELLO ?

FIRST: ZHAN TIRI AND DISCIPLES FIC AUAUAH2JFJW FKA FKA XKSN FJS D [DIES] I'M SO HAPPY HOLY SHIT.

You do not COMPREHEND the amount of HYPE I HAVE RIGHT NOW

LITERALLY SO MANY THINGS ARE COMING OIT THIS YEAR AND NOTHING GOT ME AS HYPED AS THIS HOLY SHIT JSMDNANFNW OMG OMT AAWHEJAJDNSN[DIES SOBS COMES BACK DOES AGAIN]

ZHAN TIRI'S NAME IS ZHANNA HELLO SHE'S SO CUTE 10/10 IM HOLDING HER SO FUCKING GENTLY

MY GOD PLEASE I CANT WAIT I CANT WAIT I CANT WAIT I CANT WAIT

TROMUS WAS UNAWARW OF THE FASHION ATROCITY BEING COMMITTED AND WAS INSTEAD MOURNING THE LOSS OF A SWEATER

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FUCK

I'M IN LOVE

ARE THEY INTO OPEN RELATIONSHIPS ?? PLEASE ... I WANNA KISS AND HOLD ALL OF THEM

I do not CARE about the evils or the villainies or the murders , the atrocities are PART OF THEM and I WANT ALL OF IT

Me casually writing the "Three Disciples Prequel" because it isn't like there are other prequels that should be getting priority or anything... And this scene happens:

Gothel was wearing Matthews' sweater. It was huge on her, did nothing for her figure. The color didn't suit her at all.

Matthews was unaware of the fashion atrocity being committed. Instead, he mourned the loss of a sweater while the girls watched Gothel's behaviour with concern.

"This isn't right," Zhanna mumbled.

"There's nothing we can do," Sugarby whispered, crossing her arms, eyes moving to the floor. "The only person who could have helped... Well, you know what he had to say."

"One day I'll take pleasure in..."

"Killing him?"

Zhanna left. Sugarby frowned, watching the taller woman leave the house as though her face weren't plastered on wanted posters throughout the seven kingdoms.

Later that day, Gothel was sitting in the kitchen picking away at some strawberries.

Zhanna came in with a stern expression. "Gothel."

"I know, I know, get over yourself and get back to work."

"No." Zhanna's brows raised. "It was three days ago. Do I look like a monster?"

The fact Gothel didn't immediately say yes spoke of her mental state.

"I left a gift for you in your room."

"I'm sure I'll love it."

"I should hope so."

The door closed, Gothel thought that was weird. Weird enough, her curiosity got her to finally stand and leave the kitchen. Her room was small and had nothing in it.

Her stuff still littered Demanitus' lab, she hadn't officially handed in her resignation though if the man had not figured it out yet; he was dumber even than Zhanna claimed.

On the desk sat a small chest with intricate metal leaf detailing. Gothel would have found it quite pretty on any other day. Today, not even beauty could lift her spirits.

Yet she opened it to inspect the insides, finding the chest was not empty.

A human heart sat in a pool of blood with a stunning dagger inside.

Inscribed on the upper lid, Zhanna had written: "In the game of love not everybody had their heart in the right place. Maybe don't leave stuff misplaced."

Gothel swallowed, slowly she pulled the dagger, looking at the blood which dripped from it. Though there was no way for Gothel to know for sure who's heart this was... She knew.

And though his death did not repair the damage done it did bring her some much needed peace as she cleaned the dagger of and found a place for it in her belt.

Peace and perhaps the permission to take matters into her own hands the next time somebody took something that rightfully belonged to her.