How would Magnifico feel if he met another magic-user? Since magic appeared to be forbidden in the kingdom of Rosas (used by another other than him), does he view other magic-users with suspicion? How did he come to learn magic to begin with? Did he learn it purely for pragmatic reasons (i.e., it could serve as a useful tool to further his ambitions) or was there ever any sense of wonder?
@seaprofound || thank you for these great questions! :)
magnifico has a particular rule against magic users within his own kingdom because he wants to be the one sorcerer and therefore the one person his people can rely on (alongside amaya, of course; she handles most of the... diplomatic aspects while mags is over here messing around with magic like he's a kid playing with legos lbr). when it comes to magic-users in other kingdoms, he's not bothered; most of the time, he's intrigued and also cautious, but as long as he can manage an alliance with that kingdom... he doesn't fear them treading on his toes—
and hey, if they dare to tread on his toes...?
he has that book of forbidden magic for a reason ;) we know he's not above using it :D
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the learning of magic was definitely spurred by the devastation of his original kingdom (what @howthesleeplesswander and i named Primevère), but before that ever happened, mags has always been intrigued by it. y'see, the problem is that before reality punched him in the face and made him get his life together, he never had a real "drive" to push him to pursue anything earnestly. unfortunately, it took the passing of his family and the destruction of Primevère to wake him up (wake him up inside) and really get him to dig in and do something—which, as we all know, is dedicate himself wholly and completely to learning the thing he was... ehhhh... too lazy to commit to beforehand
as far as how he learned magic: all self-taught. lots of poring over tomes he found (both in libraries of neighboring kingdoms and in some fun ancient ruins he got to explore owo/), experimentation, and plenty of "wow i definitely almost just blew myself up there" moments. but he's done it! so it all ended up working out for him in the end, yeah? c:
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hi I'm thinking about healthcare au wild getting into that motorcycle accident and the rest of the boys being mad/worried/mad worried about him as they treat him and it's feeding me thank you for putting it into the world ❤️ -🌕
Hyrule already knew it was going to be bad when dispatch had mentioned a motorcycle accident with an unresponsive patient and had auto-launched air medical. He could feel his palms sweating as he fought to put gloves on, going through trauma assessments and protocol treatments in his head to prepare.
TXA? He'll probably need it. Probably will have a head bleed, we already know he's altered based on dispatch info. If he has an open fracture we'll need Ancef. We have those new IV pumps now and I still haven't had time to review how they work, but... I remember somebody said they were user friendly, so hopefully it'll be fine.
Hyrule took a steadying breath as Mo blared the siren for someone to get out of the way.
"Why. Do. They. Never. Pull. OVER?!" Mo growled through gritted teeth as the person in front of them clearly panicked, slammed the brakes and nearly made the ambulance rear end them, and then swerved into another lane.
Hyrule sighed heavily, eying the vehicle as they blazed by it. The temporary distraction over, however, he returned his attention to the upcoming patient care.
Upon their arrival, Hyrule grabbed the backpack filled with all their basic supplies and walked through the debris and other emergency vehicles to reach the motorcycle driver, who had been thrown from his vehicle and was down an embankment over the guardrail. As Hyrule watched firefighters bring him up on a backboard, he felt his blood run cold.
That...
That was Wild.
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If you want another prompt: ❛ because i care about you, okay? ❜ Leokumi
"Because I care about you, okay?"
1.2k, leokumi (background xanlow)
from this ask game
Takumi is sick in Nohr, and he hates it.
He’s laying here, in one of their hugely fluffy Nohrian beds, wrapped in blankets and feeling gross. He was already cold, but now he’s shivering, and the air tastes weird. It’s an all around bad experience. He’d rather be sick anywhere else.
Leo’s decided to just hang out with him while he’s dying here, for whatever reason, working on something on a desk near Takumi’s bed. It’s seriously embarrassing enough that everyone knows Takumi got sick, Leo doesn’t have to stick around and watch him roll through the covers miserably.
That’s exactly what Takumi’s doing, too. He groans, and he flops onto his side, as if facing the left will make him any less sick than facing the right might. “I knew I shouldn’t have eaten that weird fruit,” he mumbles, pulling his knees closer to his chest.
Last night, Takumi had a typical Nohrian dinner—which is to say it was pretty damn atypical for Takumi’s tastes. And ultimately it was fine, just not what he’s used to, but there was this one thing. A Nohrian fruit with a skin covered in bumps to peel off, that was mushy and sweet to eat. And he didn’t hate that either, but he had a bad feeling about it.
“We don’t know it was the food, you know,” Leo comments, obviously not working and rather eying Takumi with his legs crossed. Takumi squints at him.
“I ate it, and now I feel sick. What part of that doesn’t point to the food?”
Leo shrugs at him, of all things. It isn’t Takumi’s fault Leo fed him something weird. Takumi shuffles more under the blankets, feeling just as gross but also moody.
Leo, still not working on whatever it is he’s working on, leans forward in his chair. “Have you been able to stomach anything I gave you?” he asks. Takumi frowns, and he glances over at the plate of food Leo offered earlier. Much more simple stuff, easy grains and soup. Takumi sighs.
“Kind of,” he says. “The crackers were okay.” His stomach is in complete knots, and those were basically the only things that didn’t make it worse. But he can’t say he has an appetite anyway.
Leo hums. “The water?”
“Don’t want it.” Which makes Leo frown.
“Not even a sip?”
“Later, okay, I don’t want to vomit.” Mostly Takumi doesn’t want to have to sit up to drink it, actually. Leo gives him such a look, too, like he knows. Takumi gives him a look right back. “What’s with you?”
Leo raises an eyebrow. “How do you mean?”
“You’re being pushy.” Which doesn’t seem to bother Leo as much as Takumi would’ve liked it to. Annoying. “Go somewhere else. I don’t get why you’re sitting in here with me.”
Leo, pretty pointedly, does not get up. “Because I care about you. Or is that not allowed?” he says, which is also annoying. Leo turns to his work, still clearly not intending to leave, and then glances back to Takumi. “Just drink the water.”
Takumi scrunches his nose. But he’s too sick to think of a retort, so he shuffles up onto his forearms and finally takes his drink. And yeah, it’s nice, whatever. It doesn’t cure him or anything. But it’s about as tolerable as the crackers were.
It’s almost more irritating that Leo doesn’t give Takumi a haughty look, but instead just an average one. “You should probably sleep, too.”
Takumi scoots back into the covers. “I’m too tired to sleep.”
“Interesting. Any other hypocrisies you’d like to share?”
It’s a lot easier to deal with Leo when he’s being himself. “You’re such a pain.” Takumi barely knows what to do otherwise. Especially while he’s sick—which is also why Leo’s being weird, for sure, so this is just a useless situation all around.
Takumi does mean it when he says he’s too tired to sleep. It won’t work, plainly, he’s just stuck staring at the ceiling feeling miserable. He’d love to pass out and get better so then hopefully Leo will stop being nice to him because it’s intolerable—but he’s stuck conscious.
So, he flips around again, and also flips his pillow, and tries to look at the papers on Leo’s desk. “What are you working on, even?” he asks. Leo looks his way briefly, then sighs, finishing a sentence before he puts his quill down.
“It’s for Camilla,” he explains, rubbing his fingers absently. “It’s this orphanage program she’s trying to put forward. I’m giving her some financial estimates.”
Takumi blinks. “Oh yeah?” Takumi wouldn’t have guessed, exactly, but that’s not unexpected for Camilla. Leo nods.
“She’s always been interested in developing one. But… Ever since Siegbert was born, she’s just been—I don’t know. I wouldn’t call it baby fever, but it’s something similar.” And then Leo starts working again, just like that.
Takumi guesses it is pretty significant to have a baby around the palace. People were freaking out when Shiro was born, Takumi included. He’s still kind of freaking out about that. It’s been a little while now, though.
“Their other kid is close, right?” Takumi asks, then elaborates more. “Your brother and Laslow's.” Takumi’s met Siegbert a few times, and he’s cute, but it felt like he’d barely been around long before it was announced they were having another. Takumi doubts Ryoma’s going to have more, since Shiro’s already a rascal as a not-even-one year old. But Siegbert’s been calm whenever Takumi’s met him, so. Maybe that spurred them on.
“Quite,” Leo says. He looks away, out towards the door. “I wonder if you’ll be here when it’s born.”
Kids are something that seem really far away from Takumi. He’s too sick to even think about it long. It was crazy enough to suddenly have a nephew. There’s a weird way things have felt like they’re moving both faster and slower, now that there isn’t a war to worry about. And to be honest, Takumi’s not in the mood to go fast.
Leo tilts his head, looking thoughtful. “You know. I think Laslow might’ve gotten sick when he ate that fruit for the first time,” he says. “Maybe it’s something you acquire a tolerance to.”
Takumi, feeling right but way too sick to appreciate it, huffs. “Don’t feed it to me again, then.”
“You only gain tolerance by repeating the process, you know.”
“What if I’m just allergic? I don’t want it,” Takumi says back, not eager to experience this stomachache again. “I’m not sure I liked it enough to really want to try, anyway.”
Leo gives him a ghost of a grin, then gets back into his financial whatever. “I really think you should sleep,” he says. Takumi buzzes his lips and pulls the covers over him more.
“Yeah, yeah,” he says, mind getting foggier by the second. He might be too tired not to sleep now, thank goodness. “Wake me up when the baby’s born.”
And—it’s kind of nice. The last thing Takumi hears before he drifts off is Leo’s light chuckle, and the sounds of quill on paper.
And he really, seriously, barely even thinks about the kid stuff.
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Everyone @ Gran: You have been assigned the role father. I imagine Nana comes home to that and sheepishly smiles at him until he asks and she's just like: "I have another child" and holds Toshi up to him. Gran you cannot escape fatherhood. (Or grandfatherhood for that matter, when a young boy with Nana's smile and Toshi's bounce with stars in his eyes or a boy with ruby eyes and Nana's hair and your cynical nature or another that looks so much like her you sometimes look twice)
Okay, let me expand on this for a second, in the context of a Nana Lives!AU listicle. This list is subject to future edits considering Nana Lives!AU isn’t even fully manifested, but suffice to say, it is very “ohhh you meant fix-it like MIRACLE fix-it” in vibes:
Kotarou is first in the family, no matter than he’s younger than Toshinori.
Toshinori is adopted as a Shimura before Sorahiko even marries in.
Kaina is less of a granddaughter than she is a niece, and she’s more Nana’s protege than Sorahiko’s. But she still counts as a member of the family because it looks like the Tsutsumis are more or less indifferent (or deceased) in canon.
Hana is the first actual grandchild. She is just as much of a red bean fiend as her grandpa, who indulges her antics terribly.
Tenko comes next, and he’s initially a shy kid that Sorahiko thought would take after his own temperament, but then he’s out of Hana’s shadow and chattering away at a mile a minute.
Keigo is plucked out of the illegal training program Nana only just sniffs out with Kaina’s assistance, and they’re so busy ensuring it doesn’t happen again, Nana entrusts Keigo to Sorahiko, who just retired from U.A. and is having empty-nesting feelings. Because Keigo’s origin still revolves around Endeavor, Sorahiko obligingly encourages yet another pro-hero dream.
Izuku is pretty much the last grandchild. He’s 100% Toshinori’s, even if not in blood, and that makes him a #nanahiko grandkid.
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