where's your spark? where's your storm?

it is only during a storm that the tree knows its strength. // ( independent, selective, private; original character for honkai: star rail. )

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PINNED.

carrd.

come and meet the lady of the endless storm. she doesn't bite... unless you ask.

ind. sel. & mutuals only. anti hero oc for honkai: star rail (primarily). electrified by ren / ghostie. blog is STRICTLY 18+ due to certain themes.

basic info:

name: voltra de'marquis || age: unknown species: foxian type: lightning || path: preservation weapon: double ended glaive height: 6'2" || weight: 250lbs eye color: red || skin tone: rosy cream hair color: silver-purple || hair length: waist

more info & rules in carrd.

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what flower shows your love the deepest?

lotus.

keywords: eternity, curiosity, patience. the flower that describes your love the best is the lotus. a lotus, in flower language, means many things, such as rebirth and overcoming adversity. in much the same way, your love shows itself in the ways that most people can't find the strength to do: overcoming obstacles. you stick by the ones you love through thick and thin, through rain and shine, sometimes even through death itself. you can't bring yourself to move on, sometimes, when the worst comes to pass, but eventually you do. you always move on, even if you never forget. you are the gentle soul in a raging storm, the flower that refuses to snap in half or the branch that hangs on for dear life so that life can begin anew. you are the silent revolution in the gentleness of faith.

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i have so many thoughts about voltra rn but i'm doing LAUNDRY BEFORE WORK.

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anyway, a real post abt my real (current) thoughts about voltra's place in penacony / the family's realm of influence / vision.

i think voltra is too angry to be kept in the main realm of influence of penacony, but too good of an asset for the family to turn a blind eye to.

she's a good singer, a person with a good fighting skill set behind her, and someone who is good with her words. does she open for robin on days where her anger is not so blinding, i'm not sure. does she speak to the others of The Family on equal terms as if they truly were friends and family, i couldn't tell you. does she find kinship in those who want penacony to change to their design, who knows. what i can tell you though, is that voltra constantly has EYES ON HER.

i don't know if they're benevolent or not. but they exist.

but i think she's important to penacony's continuance.

i think she keeps the bloodhounds busy. i think she keeps the risk level thrilling but not terrifying for the people who are there. i think she's one of the people who could get away with everything short of treachery outright.

because she's needed. because she's necessary.

but when that necessity runs out?

there won't be even a whisper to answer her call for help.

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AKDHFA. FUCK

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tity. lookit that booba.

[sevenswordstudent]

"Boo."

Childish for a man his size and age, but something that he had done regardless. he has no regard for rules, no regard for anything but his own personal pleasure. He is one who would attack [has attacked] the mara struck at his own peril. Everything he does is without ryhm or reason, and for many years he has been in jail for trying to attack another version of him, Or the general himself in exchange for the brief rush of adventure.

"I bought all their wares ages ago. Everything is just on repeat. How about...I heard theres a really strong lady of ice somewhere in the area. Do you know anything about that?"

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"Yes, yes, boo all you want, I'd like to keep my trust of the customer somewhat high." she chuckles warmly and then shakes her head, listening to his other request.

the corners of her lips quirks as if to betray to both of the people in attendance that she knows more than she lets on, never quite good at hiding things as she wishes she would be capable of. a lady of ice, that was an obvious tell to where ─ when, he was from. the tail behind her swishes in playful curiosity, but she remains silent for a short time regardless, as if in thought.

"Lady of ice? Are you referring to Swordmaster Jingliu?" a pause, and she frowns. "I wouldn't be able to get you in to see her, but I do know where she is on a day like this, if that's amenable?"

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what strangely specific scent do you give off?

melted discount valentine's day chocolate.

how sweet it must be, to have everything handed down to you with worn out edges and sanded down sharpness. the stickiness of your treats cling to the crevices of your fingers, the little marks where cuts were are coated in candy wax drips in between your hand and the ground. the world seems to love you, and you don't know why. people smile at you, and animals are never afraid or angry. it's sugary how everything seems to fall into place, and it leaves you hollow. you don't have to try. and it haunts you.

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where will you go when you die?

you go to the shore.

you reach the afterlife already standing, feet half-buried in the shifting sand, the stars wheeling overhead. one foot is planted in seawater, and one on the sand. the shore is empty, as far as you can tell, just endless stretches of dark sea and tide, dunes and starlight. the horizon is distant, if there is a horizon, and the air is clear. eventually you pick a direction and start walking. the sun comes up, and you keep walking, and your feet never hurt, and you never get hungry, and you never get tired. you find other people who are also walking, and you walk together. you find strange landmarks, stone and bone and wood, relics from other adventurers. you find deep pools. you write your name in charcoal on the vast ribs of a creature unimaginably large. you tell stories. you sing. eventually, though, you always end up walking on. you have infinite freedom, but what are you searching for? what will you do when you find it?

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how do you best like to be loved?

touch me with tender truth.

you crave being known and held. you just want the warmth and pressure of another body against your own. sometimes, late at night when you're alone in your bed, your skin aches with the lack of touch. you've tried touching yourself, and it isn't the same. one time someone gripped your shoulder and squeezed it in passing, and you thought about it for weeks after - the ghost pressure of their hand lingering. don't you deserve it? consistent physical love and caring? i think so, i think you do. but i also have to ask - do you fear it even as you want? after all, if you get it then it might also be taken away. i hope that if you fear it, you push through past that fear. that you ask for the touch you desire and deserve. i hope that you get touched with love and kindness, wrapped up in warm arms and rocked from side to side until the tension and pain falls away layer by layer and only you are left.

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@sevenswordstudent for ma yanqing

"My, my, if it isn't the infamous swordsman I've heard so much about. One of them, at least." her tone is smooth and wispy, barely there, as if nothing more than smoke and mirrors. "What brings you to my little corner of Aurum Alley? I'm afraid, if you're looking for senior discounts, I only have a Cloud Knight discount."

[sevenswordstudent]

He could find the source, but such things were not meant for him to know. And he lacked interest in such things, content to lay in smokes and mirrors if it does not bother him.

"I suppose with so many seniors around, the senior discount is just asking to close down your store."

"I simply wish to see if there was a nice sword around. I come by some money and wish to spend it."

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"I won't sell you on the rest of my merchandise, then. You've a purpose, and I shan't shirk such a thing in lieu of funds." she was ever honest in her trade, though the aurum alley stall owners and store managers wouldn't be able to tell you what she sold.

some would claim she's a black market dealer for the IPC, but of course, they would find no proof. others would claim that she's an under the table profiteer, but of course, she would still always pitch in when the funds were requested - never too little but never too much, as if she knew what she was doing. she was suspicious, in all ways a good saleswoman ought to be.

"I can't say that I have swords, particularly... though, I might have a few, I don't think they're what you're looking for. Not someone of your command, much less so. I have hand-forged armors and a few glaives, though." she says with a gesture to her own glaive, laying carefully away from where customers could reach it; a frighteningly well made double ended glaive that seemed almost ceremonial in decor, but still visibly held an edge. "I can direct you to someone on the Alley, for swords specifically, if nothing here catches your eye."

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what specifically named color do you embody?

cattelya.

you're a gentle soul in a world that you know would slaughter you if it found out. you're careless in your love, and reckless in how you show it, and that's not going to change. it's your shield, that is to say that you love with the intent to defend yourself from harm. you don't know how else to love, and that's okay. your love is armor, your love is a shield, your love is a fortress. you welcome all people to this grand estate, this fortified battalion, and all who live among your fields are safe from harm… at least from you. you have made mistakes in your love before and it cost you pieces of yourself. but you love. you will always love. because you love to defend. you love to protect.

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which type of romanticism are you?

lustful romanticism.

restless love, endless wanting, white knuckles: you're lustful romanticism. mind the fact that it's been given the cruel reputation of a sin, lust is a wonderful thing. lustful romanticism consists of fast, deep love… or simply lust. it's leaping into your lover's arms and wanting to drown in their arms, in their warmth, in their blood. it's a silly argument played out like a bad high school drama skit, ending up in a physical resolution the moment the velvet curtain closes, omitting the verbal jabs from your memory. you tend to come to conclusions quickly and are often very opinionated, which isn't inherently bad, of course. lust is often thought of as a lonely way to love, which can be true, however, i'll be damned if it isn't fun. keep taking pleasure in life, but be sustainable about it. don't be afraid to live in your own body for a while and let the world pass you by. "i would rather die of passion than boredom" - vincent van gogh

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what were your hands made to do?

nourish.

Maybe you should invest in flour. You work, work hard and sometimes you feel like that’s all you can do. That it'll never pay off. But there’s no greater feeling than to see the joy you bring to others, to see them succeed with the tools you gave them. You may not be a leader, but a leader’s spine, shoulders, ribs. You are the dawn before the sun. It’s sweet, too sweet, but it’s better than nothing. You are endless golden fields, salt of the earth, and the lives of all who devour it.

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@sevenswordstudent for jing yuan

"So they send the mighty General of the Xianzhou Luofu for me. Don't I feel blessed." her tone is smoky, the sort of barely-there that comes after a lightning strike; burning and yet distant within a flash of a moment. "What brings you to my estate, then? A casual conversation with someone who no longer exists, seems far from your usual acts."

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@sevenswordstudent for ma yanqing

"My, my, if it isn't the infamous swordsman I've heard so much about. One of them, at least." her tone is smooth and wispy, barely there, as if nothing more than smoke and mirrors. "What brings you to my little corner of Aurum Alley? I'm afraid, if you're looking for senior discounts, I only have a Cloud Knight discount."

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what do you most need?

to be free; unrestrained, without judgement.

There have been shackles placed upon you; society, religion, family, duty, perhaps literal in some way. You have endured this, thrived despite it, you have not complained where circumstances were unchangeable, and have never faltered in your resolve. You have championed others choices, you have guided others through their own trials. You probably believe you are content, but you need to be released: like a butterfly trapped behind glass… you need true freedom.