#prudentiae

[eternalworksarchive]

Theme Example #147

this theme was in shared collaboration with the lovely shiv, @impatiore for our dear mani @prudentiae. my first time collaborating and designing something together with another amazing artist. ♡ 

[royalxshock]

prudentiae replied to your post: prudentiae replied to your post: ...

smh a man of multiple appetites. at least this royal might be more open to vegetables,

V E G E T A B L E S ! ? !

never. just inject pure sugar into his bloodstream, thanks.

[leorugiet]

prudentiae replied to your post: One of the sad things in Zegnautus is watching...

chinhands.

ignis also died the most because ravus targets him so much.

[noctivagaus]

[shieldheir]

eyes glance over the words scrawled across tiny screen once, twice,  &  a third time just to be sure he was reading it correctly and not dreaming what he was seeing. the simple text reads that ignis has fallen ill, and the implication therein lies with gladio withholding that information from being spread to the prince and prompto. out of all the years they’d known one another, it’s escaped his notice entirely if ignis had even once become sick  ( as he strove for impeccable health first and foremost in his own endeavors ). 

dually noted. he’ll lift his phone up once more to type out a response; 

do you need anything? i’ll be over in a sec.  //  @prudentiae

[solisaeternum]

prudentiae replied to your post: ooc shit; don’t reblog idk bout y’all but i still...

out. i’m right there with you on wanting to know more of how it works. i believe they can warp ( their special attack vs. the adamantoise ) but i want to say i read somewhere that motion sickness is a very common side effect to those still training? - whether or not that’s a reason as to why they may not use it as much. i’m not entirely sure on that, tho. so many questions, so few answers.

ahh, right you are! i’d forgotten about that attack. i do recall prompto saying he wishes he could warp-- more than likely a reference to the motion sickness. maybe it’s too much? i remember a few references to that in kingsglaive. since it stands to reason that the ability to warp really should be there. we see hints of magic ( like ignis imbuing noct’s weaponry with elements ) but how does it work? honestly at this point i just want a manual explaining every little mechanic of the ffxv world. 

[ascendantly]

( tuck. )

soft prompts. | [ tuck ] to place a “blanket” on my muse. | @prudentiae

     daylight burns fast when it’s not spent in the regalia from dawn to dusk.

     doesn’t stop noctis from feeling like these days are impossibly long, though. something about so many hours in the saddle with the sun flowing hot overhead means he knocks out quicker than ignis can tap the brakes on a turn, sounder than titan ( but that’s not much of a feat now, is it ).

     slim chance he would’ve woken if not for the bird stirring gently behind him, feathers brushing against the drowsy-dull skin spanning his nape and slack arms, the thickest of the plumage buffering a shift of solid muscle under his back. powerful creatures, chocobos. easy to forget it when he’s been propped up against one most of the evening, post-prandial languor heavy in both their limbs and eyelids, lulling them docile. a comfortably dozy pair; well-matched. 

     his eyes crack open to varied degrees, uneven and bleary, as the bird cranes its neck, downy head cocked to noctis’s immediate right as it regards a retreating figure. the campfire illuminates enough to recognize him by lithe silhouette alone, but noctis breathes deep, catches the familiar muddle of spice and leather, and glances down out of instinct. the culprit drapes over his shoulders, warm in lining as it is in scent profile, with its accomplice across the way. 

   ❛ . . . your jacket — ❜ the words hang in the air for a moment as he almost slips back into sleep, sight blurring dark. he compromises, eyes resuming their rest while he wades slow through grogginess for the remainder of his thoughts, voice a mild thrum in his chest. ❛ ‘s gonna smell like chocobo if you leave it here, y’know. ❜

[triste-le-roy]

Page from Gemma Sapientiae et Prudentiae (unknown author and artist, 18th century).

(via Motherboard)