#codeprint

[codeprint]

iznia replied to your post: “And there dad goes with his fish again.”

“My fish brings all the people to the yard??”

“I think they just look in the window to judge you.”

[rexcrystallis]

Continued: [x] || @codeprint

The dark ichor of the plague recedes, to reveal more of a recognizable head, a face crowned with horns. It tilts its head in mockery, parroting the man’s words back at him. “Hey....can you hear me?”

[shieldiisms]

Sooooo, instead of doing my homework I sketched @codeprint ‘s idea of Prompto with Ulysses Klaue’s arm from the new Black Panther movie.

AKA - I have no chill, screamed at the idea, scared my room mates half to death, and grabbed my tablet to sketch it out. Oops....

I’m so out of practice omg.This is so bad.

Do not repost my art, you do not that the permission to do so.

[bodulfr-blog]

@codeprint​ -- ;

  ‘ at ease , men ! ‘ seldom were there times that ravus saw true repose . there was war , and there was training . for the few human recruits of the military oft fell under his rank and file . almost tandem did their salutes lower with mechanical swiftness , their feet no longer clapped together as soles spread barely a foot apart, shoulders squared , staring ahead while awaiting orders in uniforms of blinding ivory . impractical for lucis’ terrain , but ideal for the sunny-capped mountains and iciness of the tundras that reposed at the mountains’ snowy spurs . 

  he imagined it was difficult . to not fixate their eyes upon the deputy high commander’s altered garb of office . a rare allowance , but one that filled him with pride . the war regalia of a tenebraen prince , not the black , gold , and red uniforms he’d donned before then . this was nearly a shock , but none under his command dare speak out of turn lest they be disciplined . 

  of them , notice flitted to a blond he’d been informed was verstael’s boy . though the machinations were kept from under even his nose , training black ops forces alongside the standard privates garnered him intellect on how to ascertain such things for himself . his predatory stride halted before the youth , seeming unaccustomed to their routine . a boy too green for the brutal savagery of niflheim’s winters . and a relation through aldercapt’s line . a cousin , perhaps ? 

  ‘ you , cadet , ‘ ravus ordered simply , sharply , ‘ state your name . i’ve yet to receive an updated roster mentioning a belated recruit . ‘

[arachnexdragoon]

Aranea gets a visit from the young Prince today. While Prompto sees to the daily concerns of his people, Aurum seeks others to entertain him. The boy reaches for the shield with teary eyes.

Aranea never liked children very much - too noisy, too annoying and too fragile for her taste. But the young prince was different - he was a ray of hope, something so astonishingly pure that the shield had trouble believing he was a Niff. Well. Half-Niff, really.“Hey, your highness,” the woman greeted him, crouching to get to his level. Aurum was remarkably brave - while most children feared Aranea in her armor, earning her the clever nickname of ‘spider lady’, the prince had always been fearless and fascinated by the shiny edges of her gear, “Wanna go for a ride?”He nodded - Aranea knew he was upset from these teary eyes; but the answer to his problems was easy enough - settle him in her arms and take him for real high jumps in the sky. Aurum loved it, even if half of his tutors wanted her head for supposedly endangering the boy. Nonsense. Aranea had devoted her life to his father and the prince - she’d never let go. “Ready?” the dragoon asked with a sly smirk, careful to hold him just right, seeing his bright eyes clearing up, “Let’s go, then. Reach for the sun, darling. We’re gonna catch it for your dad.”

[kyouminaine]

( ⌒o⌒)人(⌒-⌒ ) = Friends the character has or would like to make

Headcanons list | @codeprint

Canon Friends - everyone from AVALANCHE ; ZackRP Friends (based on current interactions) - @lockedfighter ; @jjillekkot ; @dcntgiveup ; @lastkingoflucis 

Canon Friends Wish List - no idea. he doesn’t actively seek friendship, but positive acquaintanceship is always good.RP Friends Wish List (based on current interactions) - @rexcrystallis ; @kunselxknows ; @theplagueofstars (ACCEPT ME DAD) ; @timmgutterson ; @project-sephiroth ; @gotitmemorised ; FF roleplayers (except that dickface @ivory-paragon)

[thekingsshield]

Verse: Experiment’s Lament

As formed alongside @codeprint

    When push comes to shove, you best make your move while you can. When faced with Magitek armies, there’s an AU where there’s a Lucian answer to that attack. When faced with the Magitek, Lucis made an attempt at an answer back. 

                      "D-Did my dad know?"                      “There’s no way he wouldn’t, dude. This looks like... uh... before you were actually born stuff.”

    Gladiolus recalls having to go to the doctor a bit more than other kids. Getting “flu vaccines” were often a thing too. Physicals were closer to monthly than yearly. Weird supplements were given to him, no questions asked. All for the sake of an experiment.

    Consent forms signed by his parents. An experiment number. Papers debating whether you inject a child with King Behemoth or regular Behemoth DNA. All signed before his own birth. 

                     "Listen... all that? That doesn't make you you. You do."

    But who are you when you wake up, clothes torn and blood covering your body? What are you when the news calls your actions a near massacre? What are you when you were created to destroy? 

    A monster. That’s what Gladiolus is. Only when the time is right, and every chemical in his body forces himself to become that weaponized beast he was born to be.

[rexcrystallis]

@codeprint

"I'm much better now, thanks..." This is endearing. Endearing in a way he didn't anticipate Noctis Lucis Caelum to be. He hesitates a moment longer before stepping forward, a hand tentatively outstretched. "May I?"

“Why are you asking me?” He says, holding out the gray tabby tomcat, his right hand supporting the feline just by his front paws, and his left hand supporting him properly by his middle. “You see if he allows you to pet him.”

The cat meows, blinking slowly in that blink cats do, and doesn’t object with Prompto’s petting. It wiggles however, mewling again, eager to be cuddled by Noct once more. The Lucian prince pulls the cat back, and cuddles him by his chest again. There it is, that incessant purring.