#faultedcodes

[strictomiles]

@faultedcodes​ sent: ❣️to find my muse under the mistletoe

Gladio swore mistletoe wasn’t so prominent in previous years. Though, maybe his bar crawling near holidays just wasn’t the place to find the plant. Put mistletoe there and everyone would be kissing all night with enough alcohol in them.

He also didn’t think they’d be spending Christmas so far from home but, that’s just how this journey was going. Endlessly on the road. He’d been walking the Lestaullum market, between the stalls for a small trinket for each of his friends. He had an annoying singing fish for Noctis, some locally sourced more expensive ingredients for Ignis to inspire new recipes and for Prompto... he’d sneakily bought Mistletoe.

When he made it back to the Leville he took it out of the bag and held it up over his head, smirking at Prompto as he excitedly advanced upon him. “Pucker up, Chickadee.”

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@faultedcodes​.     /     ft.  roxas.

‘ stay....stay away from me !! ’ 

the blonde has a makeshift weapon pointed towards him  ,  but it’s trembling from his hands.  he’s cold  ,  tired  ,  hungry  ,  &  afraid.  afraid he’ll be dragged back  ,  put through more hell  ,  or that they’ll  kill  him.  this guy is new  ,  roxas hasn’t seen him before  ,  &  that puts him on edge.  his weapon  ,  no more than a simple spear  ,  is still pointed at the other blonde  ,  eyes narrowed.  he wonders if the barcode on his wrist will be a death sentence.  it’d be better than everything they’d put him through so far. 

‘ you can’t make me go back to him !! ’

[darknessbled]

i am CONSTANTLY being bullied by shae

[darknessbledaa]

@faultedcodes​.     /      random starter.

it hasn’t been that long since insomnia fell  &  yet terra feels like it’s been a  lifetime  .  insomnia is  gone  ,  his home now lay in ruins.  people he cared about could be dead or  worse  ,  &  it weighed on him heavily.  he didn’t want to think about the fact that everyone he ever knew  &  loved could be gone.  &  that brought him to lestallum  ,  waiting for the refugees from insomnia.  he hadn’t had any luck searching wherever else he could either  ,  it was more disheartening than he could ever say.

he’s on the verge of giving up  ,  accepting that there might be no hope  ,  when terra catches a familiar figure out of the corner of his eye.  hesitantly  ,  nervously  ,  he calls out to him  ,  taking a few steps forward.

‘ prompto ??  is that you ?? ’

[wisdomfish]

When we go our own way, we prove we’ve still got Adam in us. But when our accuser comes calling, we can plead Christ’s obedience. Sin is all our fault, but it ends, thanks to Jesus.

Jared C. Wilson

[crystalchosea]

@faultedcodes​ said: "I can't be in love with you!"

the words hit him like a solid  blow  to his chest.  it almost knocks the air out of him  ,  but noctis stands firm.  prompto’s right  ,  he  can’t  be in love with him.  he’s getting  married  ,  or at least he  thinks  he still is.  &  sure  ,  he loves luna  ,  she’s an old friend  ,  but it’s complicated.  she was always distant  ,  so far away  ,  her love was too far away to be felt.  prompto’s  here  ,  now  ,  &  noctis can barely think straight.  it aches  ,  everything seems to hurt lately  ,  the emotional pain all feels  physical  suddenly.  his mouth is too dry for this.  he takes a step forward  ,  he can barely look prompto in the eye now.

one hand on the blonde’s shoulder  ,  noctis thinks this is as close as he’s gotten to  peace  since they left insomnia  ,  the city in ruins now.  if the peace treaty had been a lie  ,  what else was ??  the only people he trusted anymore were here.  &  all he can make himself say is nothing like what he wishes would come out. 

‘ you....love me ?? ’ 

if he was smart  ,  noctis thinks  ,  prompto wouldn’t be.  not that prompto  isn’t  smart  ,  but it’s all so much  ,  too much at once.  he doesn’t want to have this conversation  ,  he just wants to  sleep  . 

‘ i....need to think. ’

[nibelheimraised]

@faultedcodes​ replied to your post “Cloud has appeared! What to do? Throw drink Take picture Admire...”

take picture and admire c:

His gaze flicks to the source of the sound, catching the other looking and... was he taking a picture of him? He frowns and tilts his head with obvious confusion, lips parting as if to say something before opting against it. Nope, he’d just act like he hadn’t noticed, turning away from him in a rush to avoid meeting his gaze.

[bewachen]

@faultedcodes​ continued from  ❌

The curse of being the king’s shield is that he’s incredibly light sleeper. He’s been trained to be like this, to wake at the slightest of motions or sounds. When Prompto stirs he puts up a valiant effort to be quiet, but it still awakens Gladiolus nevertheless. He keeps his breathing level, figures that maybe Prompto just needed to go out to get some air, but he has a sinking feeling that something might be wrong—and Gladiolus has always been one to listen to his gut instincts.

He waits a few minutes before getting up silently. His own footsteps are well practiced. He may not like stealth, but to be as deadly as he is, he needed to know multiple forms of attack. Granted, this is not an attack, but. . .one could never be too careful. 

When Gladiolus steps out of the tent he’s not surprised to hear that Prompto is crying. He’s known for a while that Prompto struggles with image issues, struggles to feel like he belongs. He’s usually not one for touchy feely bullshit, but Prompto brings out a softer side of him. When he steps forward he gives Prompto a knowing look. Prom doesn’t need to tell Gladiolus why he’s crying. He doesn’t need an explanation.

What he doesn’t expect is for Prompto to kiss him—him of all people! Gladiolus thought Noctis is more Prompto’s speed, but regardless of his own misgivings Prompto’s lips are pressing softly against his. He’s so caught off guard that Gladiolus doesn’t have the chance to return the kiss like he wants to. Then, just like that, Prompto goes back to sitting curled into himself and Gladiolus’ heart aches.

“Sorry? Why are you sorry?” He kneels and gently grabs Prompto’s chin. “I liked that, Prompto. And I like you—but if you’re gonna kiss me, y’ gotta commit. Can’t just curl back into yourself like I’m not right here and very, very kissable.” He cracks a wolfish grin. He sits cross legged in front of Prompto and opens up his arms. “C’mere, big guy. Kiss me. I think we could both use some. . .some softness.” 

[fortunesweep]

     @faultedcodes​ said: 💋 to ignis :3                                       meme / accepting!       2/5

      it’s not that ignis didn’t like the physical affection that came from the rest of the boys --- in fact, it was rather nice to watch as everyone hung off each other in half - hugs and cautious touches. he was never one to truly participate, always keeping an arm’s length. a retainer wasn’t someone who was allowed to be friends with his charge, or with those his charge made friends with. mossy gaze wandered over the others with a fond admiration, though was caught by surprise by prompto. ❝ everything alright? ❞ the male plays coy, arms folding over his chest so he couldn’t be dragged into the other blond’s game.

     ❝ come on, prompto, i’m fine. ❞ he didn’t need to be part of the others, not truly. lips press excitedly to chin --- sloppy, as if it’s been missed. brow raises, and small smile slowly peeks its way through. ah, so this was the game they were playing. he’ll humor him with a chaste, light kiss, but nothing more.  ❝ you really should be doing this with someone you like. ❞

[recipch]

faultedcodes replied to your post “iggy is definitely open to one night stands. sometimes you’ve just got...”

prom: we got a playa over here ladies and gents...

“Just the gents. Thank you.”

[strictomiles]

@faultedcodes​ gets a thing

It didn’t take much to get the anger inside of Gladiolus rising, bubbling up to the surface where it couldn’t be put back and could never be taken back. He’d been leaning behind the lockers when he’d heard it, the vicious words and biting comments towards the newest Crownsguard trainee. Sharper than when he’d joined at the ripe age of thirteen but, still it made those days replay in his head.

He wasn’t going to stand for it. Not in his gym. He walked in to the main area where the voices had come through from. In full Crownsguard garb, the outlines of tattoos peeking out at the exposed wrists and a rather fresh scar down his face from his eye, he was a walking threat. Those who used to torment him cowered. He approached the scene with a cool, quiet outrage that chilled the room itself. 

“You’re with me today, Poochie.” He spat towards Prompto, grasping his shoulder in a tight grip, to pull him away from the other young Crownsguard members.

“Uh oh,” The boy who had been antagonizing the small blond boy whispered with a cruel grin. “Looks like you caught the attention of the Ill-Tempered Flower. Now, you’re in for it lapdog.”

At the comment, Gladiolus let go of Prompto’s shoulder only to lunge towards the boy who’d made the comment stopping just short of hitting him. If he was going to make others scared, he could use that dose of fear himself and well... There was a reason people called Gladiolus an asshole. Once he was happy with their reaction, his hand curled around Prompto’s arm so he could rather forcefully pull him out of there.

“You okay, Argentum? I heard the whole thing so don’t think about lyin’ to me.”

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@faultedcodes​.     /     ft.  kairi.

‘ prompto !!  c’mon, i wanna show you something !! ’  

the princess grabs his hand in both of her own  ,  giggling softly as she leads him towards the trees at the back of the island.  she liked him  ,  he was nice enough  ,  if not a little  goofy  ,  &  kairi was almost reminded of  sora  in a way that made her heart ache just a little bit.  but she shakes it off quickly  ,  shooting a grin over her shoulder as she leads him through the small tunnel to the secret place  ,  a cave covered in childish drawings  ,  memories of a life they could no longer live. 

‘ sora, riku, and i used to come here a lot as kids, see ??  we’d sneak off to scribble all over the walls, just like this. ’ 

a quiet pause  ,  her back turned to him as her smile falters.  she  misses  him. 

‘ i think we should add something new, yeah ?? ’

[verumking]

⚔️ *:･ﾟ✧┆death’s divide // a call beyond the curtain. ❪ starter call! ❫

       𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑'𝐒 𝐏𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄 smeared cold across mid-morning horizon, the crunch of 𝐒𝐍𝐎𝐖 beneath leather soles thunderous amid the otherwise empty valley. The deific monarch tread a 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐌 he did not rule: departing from kingdom beyond on a quest bequeathed by Fate’s spectral servants. To restore 𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 to universes aside from Replica Earth, was the sole duty of the 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐔𝐌 𝐑𝐄𝐗: guardian of death and the samsara it contributed to. 

       And it was because of this 𝐃𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 that Yozora tolerated the blistering tundras, 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐓 a welcome guest upon fiery celestial core. Destination 𝐔𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍, the machine-turned-god marched blindly over frozen knolls: only to find a mound of 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐘 in a sea of 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐄. ( Thanatos incarnate could perceive a 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐒 from a mile. ) The 𝐃𝐄𝐈𝐓𝐘 paced quicker, reaching the body with azure-red gaze fixed sharp upon his surroundings. No signs of 𝐀𝐌𝐁𝐔𝐒𝐇... yet.

       Yozora knelt down, shin imprinting beside the assumedly lifeless 𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐏𝐒𝐄 ( male presenting, face first in the sleet. ) Alas, as the 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 turned the body over-- violet fingers grasping firm at the stranger’s shoulder-- the warmth of 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 was still prevalent.  ❛  ... Not dead yet.  ❜  The cyborg murmured, abandoning his aim to 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐏 the young man’s soul: instead moving to rouse him to consciousness. Knuckles gripped 𝐕𝐈𝐂𝐄 around collarbone, wrenching the blond in a meagre attempt to 𝐖𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐇𝐈𝐌. 

❪ @faultedcodes​ ❫

[darknessbledaa]

@faultedcodes​ said: “Your hair keeps falling into your eyes, do you know that? Here, lemme just—”

‘ huh ?? ’ 

it’s not like he hadn’t noticed the few  annoying  pieces of hair falling into his eyes every now  &  then.  but it wasn’t anything he couldn’t deal with  ,  at least.  or  ,  maybe it was more annoying to the blonde currently attempting to fix his hair.  terra was close enough to see his  face  ,  tongue poking out in concentration.  he had nice eyes  ,  he hadn’t seen that color before  ,  they remind him of flowers.  &  when the blonde leans back with a grin  ,  satisfied with the stray pieces of hair tucked away  ,  he grins  ,  &  it’s bright. 

‘ oh.  uh....t-thanks. ’ 

terra smiles a little in return  ,  one hand on the back of his neck as he shifts where he stands  ,  trying to think of  something  to say that wouldn’t be entirely stupid. 

‘ you, uh....always fix a stranger’s hair, or can i consider myself lucky ?? ’ 

nailed it.

[dragonsoared]

“ question , you’re not dating anyone , are you? “ (i hate prompto im so sry)

                             ❝ Being a bit bold there, aren’t we, SHORTCAKE? ❞

     Amusement tinting her tone as a lone silver brow arched ever so slightly. Hands finding themselves firmly planted upon the curvature of her hips as her frame leaned forward in the process. 

     Alright, he had her attention. Even if it was solely based on the fact his remark was more AMUSING than anything else. Especially the suddenness of such a personal question. While it was true they may not know each other that well she would have figured him able to guess that a woman like her wasn’t one to be kept grounded easily. Especially in something that was so intimately tied together in a stable form of a romatic relationship with another person. 

          ❝ No, I’m not. I’m not exactly the kind of woman you take home to your mother. ❞

     More so she was the kind motherly figured warned their children about. Never settling for anything stable except what would pass as a quick gil grab. A mercenary to her core. Even if that may have changed as of late thanks to the influence of a certain pretty boy. 

                                           ❝ Don’t tell me you’re interested. ❞

@faultedcodes

[crystalchosea]

@faultedcodes​.     /     random starter.

‘ what’s up with you ?? ’ 

noctis’ brow is furrowed  ,  hand on prompto’s shoulder as he pulls him aside.  he’s not  oblivious  to how....  off  prompto’s been acting lately  ,  but the thing that he can’t place is why.  he sighs  ,  arms crossed over his chest as his hip juts out to the side  ,  scanning his friend’s face.  he wondered if it had anything to do with that  journal  he’d been writing in. 

‘ if something’s bothering you, you know you can tell us, right ?? ’