#optimismxmagicism

[old-scalebag]

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“Whoa, big man!” Ewan yelped in surprise by just how much the guy towered over him. He wasn’t the type to be intimidated by that, though. “Thanks for supporting the Lions! Here’s a drink!” He said, handing him a juice box.

"Thank you."

Though Dheginsea is not quite sure what to make make of this odd green box- a beverage, from what the student had said. He still gave the boy his thanks. After all, the student had gone out of his way to give this to him.

#ask #ic #optimismxmagicism

[arcstral]

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Ewan approached the man that had a very sparkling air about him. “Hiya! You were super eye catching out there!” He complimented him, before handing him a juice box. “Here, to recover some strength!”

Bright, glistering eyes noticed first and an offering second. Marth can only smile at this heartfelt combination, now made aware to the great profusion of small boxes and littered straws that have laid claim to the infirmary scene. Taking the juice in hand reveals a light seal of perspiration upon its surface and the visual demarcation of an apple - a favorite flavor.

No wonder some students and professors have reached for seconds.

"A most appreciated gesture, I thank you kindly. Your work is no less eye-catching at that. I pray you will take breaks throughout such earnest endeavors." With that said, there is a time for wars and monarchs and great sprawling battles between houses, but now is not that time. In order to recover strength as the other student suggests, the perfectly dignified Hero-King seats himself on a cot with ever so slightly swaying legs and proceeds to sip away on his juice box.

#◜ ╰ ♕ ◦ › royal mandate ‹ ASKBOX. ◞ #optimismxmagicism #awh... ewan is so cute thank you for the juice box #toaboel2024

[swiftscion]

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“Hiya, hiya!” Ewan approached her with a chipper smile. “Thanks for today, here’s a drink!”

"The hell? 'You think I'm some kinda kid or somethin'??"

Larcei turns irate. Her fury seeps through her scars and forgets all about her defeat at the hands of the Deer, instead converging onto the boy's harmless gesture. Poor Ewan. He had no real way of knowing he'd set her off like this, but with the way she's staring at him, her eyes might as well be crossbows. He's done it now.

"I... I didn't lose!" she sputters, the fire spreading to her cheeks as she stands and nearly crushes the drink in her grip, "I don't need a consolation prize from you--and y'know what? Hold my drink." He doesn't have a choice in this matter. "I'm goin' back out there! They'll see that I ain't finished yet!"

There is just no universe in which the organizers of the battle would allow her a second chance, but that sure won't stop Larcei from trying.

#IC #ASKBOX #OPTIMISMXMAGICISM #toaboel2024 #//despite what my idiot daughter thinks i am very grateful for this ask queen #//im glad we're continuing the annual tradition of boel appy juice

[yukyunotabibito]

📋 🤪

Name: Ewan.

Age: 14.

Gender: Boy. (Not yet a man, to my observations)

Class: Blue Lions.

Notes:

An exuberant young beorc boy, perhaps with too much energy to spare. Magically inclined. Not talented with the art of cooking, if Kurthnaga's reports are to be believed. Probably should not be trusted in the kitchen, nor should His Majesty. Even less so if they are together. All in all, though, not a danger. He is still a child, and a beorc child at that. I hope that he will remain a good friend of Kurthnaga.

#ooc #nasir's shitlist #//this one isn't really one for the shitlist but that's the tag i'm using so lol #inbox: i will do what i am able #optimismxmagicism

[sharpscion]

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“Hi hi!” Ewan approached him cheerfully. “You must be tired after all that fighting. Here, have a drink!” He then handed the other man a juice box.

some quiet, and most of all some rest, had done this fighter all the better after his wipeout. The priests were swift, and while the workings of this tent were makeshift at best, he felt comfortable in his cot. they fixed him and covered him, and left him to his own devices while his body adjusted back to normal. ideally he would have won his battle, and made good on his promises to maria and pelleas… but that hadn’t been in the cards. sadly, one thing a stave couldn’t heal was a wounded pride… 

he assured himself that had the situation been different, had it been life and death, things would have been different. he had started to have fun, he’d even brought a bow, a far cry to his trusty sword. had that been a real battlefield, one that spelled the death of his allies with remorse… he’d have done different. scáthach was sure of that.

after some time of being in his own mind, a short student strolled up to him, juicebox in tow. now that he thought about this, this had been something of a tradition last year as well. wordlessly, he took the juicebox from the boy and gave it a deep sip. scáthach hated sweet drinks, he’d never really grown up with a luxury like this, after all… but still, it would be a shame to let the kindness of others go to waste. “thank you, lad. i’ll be refreshed in no time thanks to you.”

#— ❛❛ // SCATHACH ¦ now i don’t know if there’s anything else・ 「 IC ! 」 #— ❛❛ // SCATHACH ¦ i can look after myself・ 「 SUP・EWAN ! 」 #⌜ ANSWERED . ⌟ ✦ * · ˚ #( thank you queenie! ) #optimismxmagicism #toaboel2024

[braveryinblue]

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“Hey! Down here!” Ewan noted as he looked up towards the man. “Here’s a present, for your hard work!” And then he plopped a juice box into his hand.

Sat leaning over the edge of his cot, chin perched on a loose fist, Hector glowered at a fixed point on the floor. He'd lost. First round this year, no less.

But he'd had fun while he was out there... and maybe the Lions would actually pull it off, with or without him.

His other hand squeezed his knee lightly, frustrations not yet fully dissipated no matter his bent toward optimism. Man. Losing sucked. The knowledge that he'd done what he could without going overboard did little to hide the fact he was in here instead of being out there, on the field - his natural habitat, really...!

"Bwuh?"

He blinked, coming out of his daze with a start at Ewan's voice.

"Uh..." Save it for someone who deserves it, came the thought, though it remained unspoken. "Thanks, I guess?"

Juice wasn't gonna make him any tougher for the next bout but. Well. Hector still knew better than to look a gift horse in the mouth.

He raised his juice box in cheers.

"Keep up the good work."

#toaboel2024 #optimismxmagicism #cute :D thank youuu

[tethysse]

“SIIIIIIIISSSSS!!!” The moment Ewan even saw her, he couldn’t resist flinging himself onto her for a hug. He knew she was strong and that he was light, so this wouldn’t be a problem, right?

While he knew she was coming, the fact she was actually here now made it feel like the sun just started shining even brighter. Life was good, and today it got just that little bit better.

“I’m so excited you’re here! I made so many friends and learned so many things I can’t wait to show you! And now you’re here too so you can count on me to keep you safe too okay?” He told her with a cheerful tone, still not letting go of her. Part of the reason he started school here was to become smarter and stronger. The stronger he was, the better equipped he was to protect his big sister, and hopefully give back a little bit of all the kindness she gave him.

Finally deciding to let go of her, he instead decided to grab her hand so he could give her a tour. “Here I’ll give you the grand tour of the place, how about that? It’s a pretty big place you can get lost pretty easily, even directions you try to give can end up wrong! ..not that I’ve done that of course, haha.” He was excited for sure, but one realization also struck him. There were now consequences for mischief….!

their hearts, like magnets, remain forever drawn together. a bright smile blossoms as tethys finds herself enveloped in his embrace, relishing the sheer force of his boundless affection.

"is that supposed to surprise me?" she teases. fingers lovingly brush aside a strand of his hair. "i said you would, didn't i?"

sweet ewan. unbeknownst to him, relief sweeps over her. restless nights spent worrying melt away now, quelled by the fact that he is content and well. and yet, a bittersweet realization sets in— time remains a thief. though ewan stays forever little in her arms, there's no denying how much he's grown during their time apart.

all she can do now is enjoy these moments while they still last.

"how thoughtful! i'd like that very much. thank you." tethys sneaks a quick peck on his forehead before ewan releases her. "hey now, remember what we say in dance," she chastises light-heartedly as he grabs her hand. "lead, don't pull!"

#༄ / answered . #optimismxmagicism #EWAN HONEY.....SO SWEET 🥺🥺🥺 thank you queen <3 <3 i adore him .... #“there were now consequences for mischief” 🫵 you got that right mister (affectionate) #mandated TOTs...(tethys-ordered timeouts) /j

[exclted]

˚ · . @optimismxmagicism asked:

🧃 “Oh, Lucina!” Ewan noted with delight as he saw the somewhat familiar girl. “Great work out there! Here, have something to drink!” He then handed her a juice box.

Lucina blinks half in surprise and half in slow recognition. She remembers the boy in brief flashes only, but at least she is only half as beaten up as she had been last they met.

"Thanks," a nod of gratitude and a soft smile, "I appreciate it."

#╰ ⚜ ˖ answered . #toaboel2024 #[ewan] #optimismxmagicism #lil guy <3

[princessmacedon]

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“Hey hey!” He skipped towards the girl a little closer to his own age, holding a juice box in hand. “You were super dang brave out there, nice job! Here, have a drink!”

“Oh!” Maria accepts the juice box happily, of course, turning it over in her hands slightly with a bright and curious glint. Apple, it seems — what a lucky day!

“Thank you!” And then a grin flashes across her face as he continues. “—very much! Hee hee.” A thumb braces her jaw, forefinger slung over her chin. “You’re… Ewan, right? It’s nice to meet you!” One hand lowers, only for the other to bring up the carton adjacent to her cheek.

“Thanks for your hard work!” Another grin; handing out juice boxes is its own form of toil, as she well knows. “I hope you’re staying hydrated, too!”

#ask tag #optimismxmagicism #I FIGURE SHE JUST KIND OF PICKED UP HIS NAME SOMEWHERE BC LION #lmk if I should change it!! And thank you for the ask 🥰‼️

[anruraiocht]

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“Hi Miss Princess! This is for you!” He handed her a carton of juice, a bright expression on his face. “See it as a prize for effort!”

Miranda vaguely recognized the boy approaching her as another student in the Blue Lions. They had likely attended the same Reason seminar a number of times, if she had to venture a guess. He did look rather young, but she supposed that she was also around that age when she had traveled with Prince Leif and his army.

It was an odd feeling. She had been one of the younger members back then, but now she could look at others and think, "how young!"

She bristled at his approach, imagining the young mage had come to poke fun at her. He did not, though, instead handing her some sort of small container. Her harsh expression eased into one of confusion.

"This is...?"

Miranda inspected the carton handed to her. Juice? She had never seen it delivered in a carton before, only in goblets, but the labeling was clear enough. The box was quite cute even, emblazoned with a picture of fruit to denote the flavor.

...Either way, she wasn't sure failing to attack even once constituted "effort" on her part, but there was little she could say in the face of such bright eyed and bushy tailed earnestness.

"I thank you for your kindness, then."

#👑 ic #toaboel2024 #optimismxmagicism #👑 support: ewan #//ty this was cute! ewan is a sweetheart haha #//not letting anyone forget how out of touch miranda is. shes the “wtf is a hamburger” type

[swordminded]

★ ┆ @optimismxmagicism asked:

“MARISA?!” Ewan shouted with surprise and excitement as they crossed paths. Practically flinging himself to her side, he gave her a look over to make sure he didn’t mistake her to someone else. And nope, no mistakes made! That was definitely the crimson flash he knew so well. “Oh my gosh, you should’ve mentioned you were coming! How are you? How’s sis and the Chief? Are you here to study too? They have some really strong sword fighters you’ll fit right in!” He rambled cheerfully, just really excited to have the girl be here. It’s always nice to have a familiar friend around, after all! ..did Marisa think of him like a friend? …maybe? He’d like to think so at least. “Anyway, uh, I’m super glad to see you!”

He's as fire-bright as she remembers, which is relieving and strenuous in equal measure. Marisa peers down at him, brows furrowed as she tries to keep up with the sheer speed at which he speaks.

"One question at a time." She gives him what is supposed to be a pat on the shoulder, but it's a little too brisk and a bit too hard in the same way that everything else she does is. Has he gotten taller since the last time she saw him?

"They're fine," it's the only question really worth answering, the only one not about her. She's the same as ever, which is a surprise to no one and certainly will not be to Ewan. "Good to see you, too."

#✧ ˚· — 𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 #✧ ˚· ( ewan ). #optimismxmagicism #the most personable she knows how to be god bless america

[pryings]

While Ewan wouldn't consider himself particularly close to Knoll, the fact they once fought in the same army was to him reason enough to at least get him a present. Which is how he ended up looking for the dark mage, a black box wrapped with purple ribbons in his hand.

"Oh, Knoll! Hey!" He shouted out when he saw the man from a distance. Approaching him, he held out the gift. "It's your birthday, isn't it? Here, have a good one!" Grinning brightly, he somewhat forcefully put the gift in the taller man's hands.

Inside it were several things. First off was a black pen with a simple yet elegant design, made in a way to be very comfortable to hold for long periods of time. The second was a glass jar of… lightly toasted beans? “Miracle Beans”, the label read. It further reads that they improve concentration and supposedly are able to improve a person’s luck as well. A bit of a strange gift, but there’s genuine intent in it. Both gifts are what Ewan assumes to be practical for one that spends a lot of time reading and studying.

“Happy birthday!”

he is surprised each and every time he receives a gift.

his birthday is a date he is used to seeing pass quickly, unmarked by any including himself.

still, he is not unhappy to be thought of. is he making friends? he is not sure, but the birthday sentiments warm his heart nonetheless.

he accepts the gift from ewan carefully, as if worried about dropping something. there's a warmth in his expression as he accepts it, a smile pulling at the corners of his lips. the gift is unexpected not unwelcome.

opening it, he looks at each piece. "oh, my. ewan, you are remarkably thoughtful, aren't you? thank you."

he will need to learn and memorize ewan's birthday in return.

#⁺ . ✕ ◞ answered ⋅ #⁺ . ✕ ◞ in character ⋅ #optimismxmagicism #ewan :pleading:

[myrrhling]

“Lady Great Dragon?!” Ewan shouted in delight and surprise at seeing the draconic girl. Having gotten to know her a little better in the peacetime that followed the war, he ran up to her and excitedly started to speak. “Oh wow it’s an honor to see you again! How are you? Was the trip okay? How’s everyone back home doing?” He was rambling off various questions, though he stopped himself after the third one. “Oops! I’m so sorry, I probably shouldn’t be overwhelming you when you just got here, huh..” He sheepishly spoke, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.

He took a step back, giving a polite curtsy in apology. “I am really happy to see you, though. If there’s anything you need of me, let me know! I may not be on the same level as Teacher, but I’m here for you any time of day!” He said with a bright smile. Having adopted the faith and practices of Caer Pelyn, he’s come to admire the great dragon greatly. So he was happy to help her whenever she may need it. It’s how Saleh would’ve done things too, he figured.

"Oh..."

While Myrrh had heard that some of Magvel's best had come to attend the academy, she hadn't expected Saleh's student to be amongst them. Of course, he seemed to be a smart, inquisitive person—it's only natural he would find himself in a place of high learning.

She smiles. It was nice to encounter a familiar face.

"Hello, Ewan." Past their shared connection with Saleh, the mage had been a trusted ally during the war. "The trip was fine. And I'm alright... everyone else is doing great, too. Elder Dara is as sharp as ever."

Her smile softens slightly, into something a bit more awkward. "But, um... you can call me Myrrh. Or Lady Myrrh, if that's too difficult...?" She knows how much the people of Caer Pelyn venerate the dragons, after all. Though, she could not even begin to compare to her great father.

I may not be on the same level as Teacher—

It seemed Ewan felt similar.

Myrrh softly shakes her head, "That's okay. You don't need to be Saleh—just yourself. I think you're just as hardworking and trustworthy." A smile, "But, thank you. It's reassuring to know that I'll have a friend here."

#support: ewan #optimismxmagicism #[ aww ewan ]

[ulircursed]

Next on his list- Mister Andrei! He admittedly didn’t talk with the man much after the candy game, but still!! Despite everything he was very nice to Ewan, so now was the perfect chance to pay it back! It took a bit longer to find him, but when he did, Ewan immediately ran up to him with an excited smile. "Hiya!! Mister Andrei!!" He waved at him.

"Happy Winter Festival! So glad I could find you here!" He rummaged through his bag for a moment, before pulling out a longer, thin present. Inside were three things: one of them was a bundle of arrows, but something was different about them. The arrow tip was as glowing slightly red. The second was as vial with a red liquid that seemed to sparkle in the light. The third was a bag of small sugar candies.

“They’re fire arrows! I read that archers generally struggle against armor. But with these babies that won’t be a problem! Just let one fly, and these arrows will target their resistance against magic instead! Oh but- you don’t need to be a mage to use them! Don’t worry about that!” He explained with an excited grin. He just knew that it was the perfect present for any archer friends he might’ve had! “Oh and with the vial, just dip an arrow in them and they’ll become fire arrows! They’re a little less potent, but they should still be effective!”

Then, were he to look at the very bottom of the box, there was a little drawing. It featured one short red haired figure and a tall long haired figure, both of them having big smiles.

Andrei had not expected to see much of Ewan again after their brief meeting during the game. Even as he'd made the choice to end the game on a positive note between them, their circumstances within the walls of the monastery were not the same, and they share few areas of expertise or interest that would be conducive to furthering any kind of relationship, friendly or otherwise.

As such, the surprise at the other's consideration renders Andrei silent and still as Ewan approaches with the gifts, his explanation showing the thought he'd put into the present. The arrows themselves were of a good make, the extra mechanism a novelty, but not without its uses.

"...You truly believe in the best of others, do you not?" he asks, though there is no disapproval in his tone, merely something between bewilderment and wonder. That this had been specially prepared, that the fragile bonds of temporary camaraderie formed over the course of a short conversation had mattered enough to Ewan for him to do this...

Andrei reaches into the bag of sugar candies, withdrawing three and holding them out to the other, the same gesture he had offered at the end of the game. The boy seems to be of the stance that joy is to be shared, and Andrei would not deny him this, on this day. "Your portion," he says, the briefest twitch of a smile on his lips.

"Happy Winter Festival, Ewan," he echoes the boy's earlier greeting, "I'm grateful for the gift."

(And he keeps the drawing, setting it among his modest pile of personal belongings in his area of the dormitory in the Abyss. Perhaps it is simply another mark of weakness, to indulge in such foolish sentiments... but he cannot deny it is a warm feeling, nevertheless.)

#merry (late) christmas and happy new year to the boye :pleading: #dm was like no don't be so silly with the candy but it's a christmas ask i think my guy deserves to be a little bit nice #eagerfutureflame #optimismxmagicism

[reddragonprincess]

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“Hey! Heyyy!” Ewan waved from a short distance before coming closer. “Good job at the battle, I was on the edge of my seat the whole time! Here, have some juice to relax!”

The battles were so intense and everuthing seemed so confused at the end of all of that, but the kindness of that young boy certainly did surprise the fiery woman, who managed, in response, to sketch a brief smile.

"Thanks.. It was insane, a very unique battle" she blurted, picking the juice with an air of gratitude, "And thank you for all the support you all gave, it was truly meaningful for all of us!"

#ask #toaboel2024 #optimismxmagicism #//that was cute :softsmile: #thank you so much for this ask queen ^^ #and sorry for delay obv #:oldplead:

[firelles]

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Whoaaa next up was a really pretty person!! “Hi! Miss Princess!” Ewan excitedly ran up to her. Though he didn’t know her name, he knew of her, at least. “You made it so far! Here, have a juice to celebrate!”

Her head tilts as she is approached with eagerness, keeping herself upright and position poised. Céline is pleased with the results of her endeavor. She eyes the juice in his hands, bringing her own forward to accept it and raise the item up towards green eyes. "For me? How very kind of you," she begins.

She takes a moment to examine the beverage, letting her words string warmly: "There is an after party, is there not?" Her fingers wrap lightly around its center; her eyes move to look straight forward. "This may fare nicely in the absence of teas."

#( asks ) #optimismxmagicism #toaboel2024 #thank you for sending!