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Independent & Selective Loqi Tummelt RP Blog

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notice of indefinite semi-hiatus

Lately I've been really losing motivation for all three of my muses in the XV fandom, so I’ve decided to take a break from my blogs. Thanks for your understanding. 

-Jack

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50 Philosophical Questions

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1: Is it worse to fail at something or never attempt it in the first place?

2: If you could choose just one thing to change about the world, what would it be?

3: To what extent do you shape your own destiny, and how much is down to fate?

4: Does nature shape our personalities more than nurture?

5: Should people care more about doing the right thing, or doing things right?

6: How can people believe in truths without evidence?

7: Where is the line between insanity and creativity?

8: What is true happiness?

9: What things hold you back from doing the things that you really want to?

10: What makes you, you?

11: What is time?

12: Is mind or matter more real?

13: Do you make your own decisions, or let others make them for you?

14: What makes a good friend?

15: Why do people fear losing things that they do not even have yet?

16: Who defines good and evil?

17: What is the difference between living and being alive?

18: Is a “wrong” act okay if nobody ever knows about it?

19: Who decides what morality is?

20: How do you know that your experience of consciousness is the same as other people’s experience of consciousness?

21: What is true strength?

22: What is true love?

23: Is a family still relevant in the modern world?

24: Where do thoughts come from?

25: What is beauty?

26: How do you know your perceptions are real?

27: How much control do you have over your life?

28: What is freedom?

29: What is infinity?

30: What happens after we die?

31: What defines you?

32: Is it more important to be liked or respected?

33: Do we have a soul?

34: Where does the soul live?

35: How should people live their lives?

36: If lying is wrong, are white lies okay?

37: Is trust more important than love?

38: Is it easier to love or be loved?

39: Is it better to love and lose or never to love?

40: Do aliens exist?

41: The structure of DNA appears to be intelligently designed, what are the implications?

42: Is there a reason to life?

43: Is life all a dream?

44: When does consciousness begin?

45: Do dreams mean anything?

46: Can we have happiness without sadness?

47: How did the universe begin?

48: Is there a supreme power?

49: Do soulmates exist?

50: What is a normal person like?

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ofbraver replied to your post: ofbraver replied to your post: ...

tfw he’d probably rather have stayed there

that was my first thought tbh (cloud voice: let me fucking die)

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tough luck friend, looks like you don’t have a place here

*zack voice* stop making me push you out of the lifestream

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the occupation of Insomnia was a great success, at the cost of life and structural damage. Loqi has been patrolling the area for hours, in search of someone that he ought not look for; instead, he finds that same blond hair. Those blue eyes. 

not as much of a standoff as it is a ceasefire, their meeting. The new figure wears the mark of the deposed crown and a sword, heavy on his back – as if he was looking into a mirror image, quite the same and yet extremely different in all the ways that matter. His voice echoes harshly in the empty corridors of this ashen city. 

‘I suppose. ’  nonchalance rolls from him as easily as it always does, a switch from the previous extreme.    Leave them guessing, or yourself, Loqi? So much death around them and the general is tired. So much lost, what good will another slaughter be?  ‘ If there’s no blood lost, well, I won’t tell a soul. ’

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(ง •̀_•́)ง oops her fISTS SLIPPED?

in all honesty, he deserves that. It’s not like he came into Lestallum expecting no resistance; he just didn’t expect to be knocked flat on his ass by daemon slayer Amicitia. From the ground, he really sees no point in retaliating – not if he wants his supplies. The lance strapped to his back is easily reachable, but, no. The Empire is dead, and so is his cause. Nothing to fight for anymore, except himself.

‘ Quite the arm, there. ’ he coughs out, rubbing his chest where the blow made contact.

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‘ some people are into it. ’ he muses, taking the push to the chest in stride. he’s honestly shocked loqi even bothered to use the butt of the thing in the first place! ‘ not that you’d know what that feels like. calling people bitch all the time doesn’t make a person look too super great on the marriage market. ’ he snorts, immediately putting himself back into loqi’s personal space. out of habit, more than any ill-intent - but all the same, he’s there and doesn’t plan on going anywhere. ‘ you tryin’ to tell me you don’t plan on settling down someday? no picket fence, wife and kids fantasy in the cards for you? ’ he hefts an arm over loqi’s shoulder. ‘ might do you some good to have someone nag you for once — instead of the other way around. ’

he tolerates the arm around him for as long as he can — which is to say, about five seconds — before shrugging the damn thing off. Scoffing inwardly, he holsters his lance; what good did marriage ever do for him? Ever do for his mother? All he remembers from that union was dusty cellars in the winter and the barn in the summer.

‘ Aside from all of the obvious conflicts with that “dream”, I simply can’t be nagged for anything. ’   the haughty confidence comes back full force, sneering down his nose up at Zack,  ‘ I’m always right, of course. ’

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he can’t see the sun when he wakes up, because it isn’t there - and it wouldn’t be there, even if the room he shares with his brother had a window to look through. it’s pushing 4:15 and if they aren’t ready in 45 minutes… prompto rolls himself out of his bunk, climbing down the ladder with the aid of one hand, the other already rubbing sleep from his eyes. he feels himself stumble near the bottom rung, but catches himself last minute. ‘ mm.. ’ he peaks his head into loqi’s bunk, nudging at the blankets in the dark to see whether he’s still asleep or not. ‘ loqi? ’

the press of a small hand breaks Loqi out of his sweating, seething nightmares. He resists the jolt that runs through him, the urge to fall out of bed and into combat; startling Prompto will leave the younger on edge all day. A nervous Prompto is one that costs them dinner.

Instead, he rises slowly, aware of the time. The neurosis of having the be prepared, to be ready follows the brothers wherever they are. Even if his brother hadn’t woken him, he would’ve been up a minute later. The necessity of surviving together is what makes them rouse one another.

Greeting Prompto with a hand tangled in the younger’s hair, he slides out of bed with a sigh, starting his stretches.

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CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT.

TAGGED BY: @arvious

━━ FULL NAME  NAMES: MTP-12, NIP-RD000012, Loqi Besithia, Loqi Tummelt, 

━━ GENDER & SEXUALITY: Male identifying, bisexual ━━ ETHNICITY & SPECIES: Northern Empire (aka White), Human ━━ BIRTHPLACE & BIRTHDATE: Gralea, September 22nd

━ GUILTY PLEASURES: being loved Sweatpants, gravy, Ebony, stargazing, petting animals

━ PHOBIAS: Loqi is extremely claustrophobic (comes with being shoved in a 6x3 locker for the formative years of ur life lmao), has an irrational fear of the color neon blue, hates the smell of antiseptic and anything sharp and pointy used for medical purposes, can’t stand anything hairless (theres good reasons for all of these rip)

━ WHAT THEY WOULD BE FAMOUS / INFAMOUS FOR: The obvious one is the successful leadership of troops into the conquer and occupation of Lucis. Back in the Empire, he’s a notorious for being the past-barracks boy to the human troops, Verstael’s son, and the killer of many an overstepping officer. 

━ WHAT HAVE THEY / WOULD THEY HAVE GOTTEN ARRESTED FOR: I don’t know about arrest but Loqi would have been disciplined for anything from not being responsive enough during testing to sleeping too long to getting too low of marks in his training.

━ A SHAPE YOU SHIP THEM WITH: what does this even Mean

━ CHARACTER MOST LIKELY TO MURDER THEM: fucking Cor

━ FAVORITE BOOK GENRE: Fantasy and Psych. Horror, with a bit of romance

━ LEAST FAVORITE BOOK CLICHE: “Suddenly Everyone’s Mental Issues Are Suddenly Fixed By This One Amazing Character Without Having To Work Through Them Or Deal With Them.”

━ TALENTS AND / OR POWERS: Great lancer, second only to Aranea. Extremely skilled at mech operation (in comparison to others). Very good at visualizing the battlefield and formulating strategy (though this goes out the window once an obsession walks onto the battlefield)

━ WHY SOMEONE MIGHT LOVE THEM: If there was any reason, it would probably be for his looks. Otherwise, he thinks he is a completely undesirable person in every aspect.

━ WHY SOMEONE MIGHT HATE THEM: Being a Nif, being a Nif general, too uptight, too stuck up, too blond, not human enough, bloodthirsty, obsessive —— I could go on, there’s a lot of reasons

━ HOW THEY CHANGE: From the moment he was deemed a test subject, Loqi pretty much shaped himself to survive. There’s only a few things he’s every really done or pursued for his own mental/emotional sake. I feel like this definitely changes as the Empire fucking dies, and he’s left on his own, but also not really. You might find him taking little pleasures, but they’re few and far between in a world of darkness.

━ WHY YOU LOVE THEM: he blond, bratty, have cute button nose, and a ton of issues

TAGGING: @ofbraver @cvtloose @oathvowed @stellatescar @starscourged @daemonmade @ultimabeing

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gay

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just  a  fun  little  character  game.   fill  in  the  below  categories  with  3 - 5  things  that  your  character  can be identified by.  repost  &  tag away !   PLEASE  REPOST,  DO  NOT  REBLOG.

THE DEBAUCHED GENERAL

EMOTIONS  /  FEELINGS .

01.   anger 02.   fear 03.   violence 04.   righteousness 05.   desperation

COLORS .

01.   black 02.   red 03.   gold 04.   ash 05.   white

SCENTS .

01.  blood. 02.  ichor 03.  oil 04.  leather 05.  metal

OBJECTS .

01.   lance 02.   pauldron 03.   scrap of bandanna 04.   medal 05.   needles

BODY  LANGUAGE .

01.   hand at elbow, across the stomach; other hand in the air 02.   chin pointed upward, staring down the nose 03.   panting hard 04.   bearing down on the haft of a lance 05.   gritting teeth

AESTHETICS.

01.   wires wires wires 02.   bloodstained sheets 03.   molten gold 04.   kneeling over the dead 05.   bracing against a weapon 06.   static and circuit

TAGGED  BY :   @valorguard TAGGING :  @ofbraver @oathvowed @cvtloose @couragekept @arvious @stellatescar @wisdomkept

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FAMOUS FIRST LINES OF POETRY.

    BOLD the ones that apply to your muse.

i saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked //  tyger tyger, burning bright  // i have done it again.  //  do not go gentle into that good night. //  the sea is calm to-night.  //  let us go then, you and i,  //  april is the cruelest month, //  pretty women wonder where my secret lies.  //  there is a place where the sidewalk ends  // i carry your heart with me (i carry it in my heart)

two roads diverged in a yellow wood,  // whose woods these are i think i know  //  let us twain walk aside from the rest;  // once upon a midnight dreary, while i pondered, weak and weary, //   i taught myself to live simply and wisely  // it so happens i am sick of being a man // i wandered lonely as a cloud  //  does it dry up like a raisin in the sun ?  // o my love is like a red, red rose  //  o captain! my captain! our fearful trip is done;  //  out of the night that covers me, // it was many and many a year ago, //  you may write me down in history //  do not stand at my grave and weep  //  some say the world will end in fire,some say in ice. //  hope is the thing with feathers //  the wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees,  //  no man is an island,

remember me when i am gone away,  //  i met a traveller from an antique land //  ‘twas brillig, and the slithy toves  // this is thy hour o soul,  // when we wear the mask that grins and lies,  // death be not proud, //  and death shall have no dominion.  //  laugh, and the world laughs with you;  // the art of losing isn’t hard to master; //  to see a world in a grain of sand  //  is there anybody there? said the traveller //  nobody heard him, the dead man, //  that crazed girl improving her music.  //  come to me in the silence of the night; //  where the mind is without fear and the head is held high  //  when you are old and grey and full of sleep,  //  in flanders’ fields the poppies blow  //  i thought of you and how you love this beauty  //  life, believe, is not a dream  //  it may be misery not to sing at all,  // if starry space no limit knows

come live with me and be my love,  //  had we but world enough and time,  // my heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains my sense  //  bright star, would i were steadfast as thou art–  //  thou still unravish’d bride of quietness  //  how do i love thee? let me count the ways. // heaven is what i cannot reach !  //  my dear, my dear, i know  //  in visions of the dark night //  shall i compare thee to a summers day? // break, break, break  //  she walks in beauty,  // i had a dream, which was not all a dream. //  he clasps the crag with crooked hands.

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