#praeniiteo

[convxction]

local blueberry grabs a shaver... to shave the other blueberry's hair off

@praeniiteo i am too lazy to do something new with the new krumb art lmao have an oldie

[of-invisible-ties]

@praeniiteo​ II Starter Call II @ Chrom!

​“So, uh, Lord Chrom ...”

“Ma says I need to practice being elegant more often, and that the best people to learn from are nobles. Since you’re noble an’ all ... y’know? Could you give me pointers or somethin’?”

[solarflaretm]

@praeniiteo​ asked — "diluc, we should do the old classic of 'get help'" - kaeya, being a menace of a younger brother

“ no . absolutely not . ” he immediately shoots down , a fierce glare in his eye . “ it didn’t work the last time , and i refuse to embarrass myself when it doesn’t work this time . ”

[deificdeceit-a]

@praeniiteo​ for Kaeya // SC // feat Il Drago

      “Is there a reason you deem it necessary to bother me?” Comes the question from the twelfth. Already sounding bored and disinterested. “Are you perhaps already bored with harassing your fellow comrades?” 

[fatedevour]

"  How QUICKLY they do SELL their souls for the feast and the promise of GOLD.  “   Alright, he could ADMIT that Mora was more USEFUL in drawing new test subjects.

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lyric starter call for @praeniiteo​ (pantalone) song: Devil Devil by Milck

[ever-winter]

@praeniiteo asked: 

“  newsflash,  we’re all fucked up.  you don’t see me going around killing anyone over it.  ” //kaeya @ the good old doctor

DARKER THRILLING PROMPTS

Now this one, he felt he could get along with. Even during their first meeting, he hadn’t seemed like any of the other knights, and although that night hadn’t quite went as planned, he’d be lying if he didn’t admit that the Captain fascinated him. That shape in his eye, that left him know of his ancestry, was just one of a few reasons as to why the unique Knight had captured his attention. He couldn’t help but wonder what the Jester may think, if they were ever to meet.  “I do apologise, I don’t believe I quite understand just what you may be accusing me of. Do the Knights all act this way towards their guests? At least your Acting Grand Master appears to have some manners”. He smiled though, obviously not annoyed in the slightest by the comment to have been made. He didn’t portray the image of the ‘mad doctor’ to spread a positive light about his character. The clone to have come last time, was rather young and inexperienced, compared to the copy that now stood within Mondstadt, and he was sure that Kaeya remembered that visit just as fondly as he, himself did, “Is there something you would like to accuse me off?”.

The hospitality of Mondstadt and the naivety of their nations ideals, it seemed as though their Captain followed a different rule book, perhaps one of his own making even. 

[sylleblosscm]

@praeniiteo​ x

Several years have passed already, yet it hardly seems real, even now. Daytime without sunlight, and a night sky without the stars. She had once hoped to visit this place arm-in-arm with her Prince: a vibrant town full of music and life. But it is much changed these days, as is the Oracle herself. Humanity’s final refuge in Lucis, the frightened citizenry looking to her more than ever. 

 There is no longer a place for the smaller duties that once occupied her. Luna’s vanities have fallen by the wayside; where once presentation had been everything, all that remains is what is ingrained in her. Gone are her white dresses and styled updos for shorter, more manageable hair, and sturdy garments that allow her to move at a moment’s notice. She still speaks eloquently, but more commandingly also, never taking for granted the position thrust upon her. Though it is not what she was prepared for, it is what must be done. No -- it is all she can do, at least until the Chosen King’s return. 

 She may appear sure, but like everyone else, Luna is simply biding her time. 

 It is the goal of preserving a world worth saving - one he will be happy to wake into - that keeps her motivated. At least she can take it upon herself to look after Noctis’ kingdom and his loved ones in a way she could not look after his father and his home, despite all her best efforts. She reunites with his scattered retinue when she can, tends their wounds as best as she can (she may be the Oracle, but some injuries are beyond even her), and offers words of comfort and solace. Even now, she has faith in the future she’d always dreamed of.

 But they are more than a part of their liege. Through the trials and the torment, she has come to appreciate Prompto’s liveliness and Gladiolus’ good humour, and of course Ignis’ unwavering compassion, all on their own. It is a grace for which she does not know how to express her gratitude, other than continuing to care for them as she has been. And so, when next Ignis arrives in Lestallum, she is there to greet him warmly. She asks about his day - a remnant from an older world, now a darkly humorous greeting given levity by her sincerity - and she takes his hands in her own, as has always been her way. 

 ❝Are you injured at all?❞ Once again, it is a somewhat redundant question, almost laughable in and of itself - injury is par for the course in the end of days. Especially for Ignis, who was in darkness well before all of them. But she trusts him to understand her meaning, and tell her if he needs tending. ❝Come - you must be tired and hungry.❞

[whiitemateria]

—  starter for @praeniiteo​​

The sun over Lestallum was oppressive, and coupled with the heat that seemed to rivulet off the Meteor of the Six, it makes for a terribly toasty environment - Aerith doesn’t blame the humans for wearing as little as possible, for carrying around their little fans and trying to hide beneath the awnings for a reprieve from the heat. Unlike them, though, this particular woman stands amidst it all without a single bead of sweat on her brow.

In fact, she’s all too chipper, making her way through the city with a certain bounce to her step that would make anyone else wonder just what was wrong with her - but there’s little time to be lingering on the curious others, because she’s in search of one person in particular.

He’d been at the root at all sorts of mayhem as of late, and perhaps that was with reason, all things considered, but Aerith couldn’t help but to wonder if he was making this needlessly difficult for the boys.

So, when she finds Ardyn staring out at the distant Meteor, the Messenger leans over almost obnoxiously into his view.

“You’re scheming something again, aren’t you?”