𝔰𝔦𝔩𝔳𝔢𝔯ㅤ⁽ ᴼᴺᴱ ⁾

# 𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐍𝐂𝐄 ! an independent & mutuals only blog for a literature & headcanon inspired portrayal of 𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐋 , heroine of the empyrean saga as conceived by rebecca yarros . contained within are potentially triggering topics — violence , murder , war , torture , chronic illness , loss , adult content & 𝐞𝐭𝐜 . please read all information & proceed at your own risk . the following has been faithfully transcribed from navarrian into the modern language by 𝐊𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐘 , she / her , twenty five plus , cst .

ㅤᴼᴺᴱ 𝔦𝔫𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔪𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫 ᵀᵂᴼ 𝔭𝔬𝔯𝔱𝔯𝔞𝔶𝔞𝔩 ᵀᴴᴿᴱᴱ 𝔰𝔭𝔬𝔱𝔦𝔣𝔶 ᶠᴼᵁᴿ 𝔟𝔩𝔬𝔤𝔯𝔬𝔩𝔩

─── ( 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐤 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐬 ) : fly or die , the constant upward battle against chronic ills , dogged determination to prove all others wrong , 𝐍𝐀𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐃 , the ability to bear pain far beyond the believed confines of one's form, the conflict of an eternal thirst for knowledge & the desire to shield one's self from that which is unwanted, loyalty beyond reason , internalized fury , 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐃 , legacies & complicity , & balancing power instead of drowning within it .

@shadowsignet 𝔯𝔢𝔮𝔲𝔢𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔡: "you look like hell. have you been sleeping?" he's not any better, but their time together is so limited he has to check on her first. violet is in the present, the now, unlike watching aretia burn from the back of a stranger's dragon while more clashed overhead in blinding rain.

                    xaden’s voice didn’t shatter the haze around her, but he did manage to cut into it, violet attempting to muster a smile as she turned to face him fully.   he too appeared to have gotten little sleep, and the last thing she wished for was to bother him more with another issue.   on top of the ‘keeping her alive unless he also died’.   the overwhelming wave of being a burden to those around her practically drowned the young rider, but only practice kept the half smile on her lips.   she couldn’t say if she sufficiently hid it in her gaze, but there was only so much she could do.

                    violet could only pray to all the gods she was not gawking.

                    the end of her silvered braid tickled the skin on the interior of her wrist as she peered around the corner into the next room, seemingly countless couples spinning about in complicated patterns she suddenly yearned to decipher.   if she could dance like them, certainly she would feel less like a goose wrapped in velvet.   but what hope was there in that when she couldn’t even carry a tune?

                    a forlorn note formed in a sigh as she stepped back from the mesmerizing view - only for it to catch in her throat as her back struck something.     ( too soft to be the wall, too sturdy to be art… )     the general’s daughter leapt forward as if burnt, biting hard on the inside of her cheek as an unsteady ankle protested in sharp spikes at her choice to whirl at the same time.     ❝  i am so sorry!   i wasn’t looking and i…  ❞    further excuses fizzled out upon her tongue as her mind caught up with the pure ridiculousness of the frantic sound of her voice, and perhaps a little discomfort of how far she had to crane her neck to meet the slender redhead’s eye.   yet, still one thing left that must be said.     ❝  …are you alright?  ❞

                    someone, please murder her.

𝙿𝙴𝙾𝙿𝙻𝙴 𝙸'𝙳 𝙻𝙸𝙺𝙴 𝚃𝙾 𝙺𝙽𝙾𝚆 𝙱𝙴𝚃𝚃𝙴𝚁 !

favourite colours: blue, most definitely, especially peacock and then sea/foamy green/blue. actually, most colors that fall into that muted but jewel tone pallet make my heart sing. you wouldn't know it though from how bright most of my graphics are! (if i reboot my first oc any time soon, that color scheme... oooooo) favourite flavours: anything lemon, anything apple, anything cardamon. i do really love tea too, so bergamot! favourite genres: listen, i may tear it apart in my head, but historical fiction/drama will always consume me body and soul. seconded by sci-fi since that's basically history but remixed in space. i do love a little physiological thriller as a treat though. i used to hate fantasy, but i'm growing into some of the classics... and finding some new ones that don't totally drive me up a wall. favourite music: most things? i'm not a huge fan of rap or death metal, but my favorites span a lot of genres of music. glen miller, taylor swift, bach, sabaton, stromae, fallout boy, john williams... a lot of expected things and probably something you don't. favourite films: star wars (all of it), pride & prejudice 2005, arrival, the prince of egypt, belle, amazing grace, in the mood for love, and oh oh so many more. favourite series: the cry, victoria, rome, liberty's kids, bodyguard, blackadder, star trek, battlestar galactica, doctor who, it goes on. last song: welcome home - from the musical bandstand last series: does abroad in japan: nonstop north count? last movie: crazy rich asians currently reading: code girls by liza mundy currently watching: baldur's gate 3 playthroughs currently working on: designing a 1920s new years dress to sew, fighting my currently crippling health issues, and burying my head in the sand from the one before by writing people who don't exist.

@litearra 𝔯𝔢𝔮𝔲𝔢𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔡: plots please

[ 𝔬𝔫𝔢 ] OKAY OKAY OKAY, you have so many cool ocs and i just !!!! ahhhhhh about all of them.  i’m going to group them into more like potential general ideas that could apply to one or more of them so yeeeeee.  first are the youngest riders, the ones that will come in violet’s second year.   make her care about them!!!   have her learn their names and keep her from backing off.   i know they’re all rebels and so probably will all hate her guts but that clearly doesn’t keep her from worrying about anyone.   give her reasons to give them tips and try to pull them under her wing.   obviously one of the easier ones might be imogen’s brother but also maybe he’d be one of the hardest after all the shit imogen talked about her last year.   but yeeeeeee, just keep her from separating herself!

[ 𝔱𝔴𝔬 ] for the riders in the year and two above violet  ( i don’t think you have any muses her year, but if you do, i suppose it applies to them too? ) ,   what do they think of violet??????  are they part of the group that wants her dead or do they not care?   what do they think once xaden and her are joined by threshing?   i think violet would try to avoid them at first even after that like all the other rebel children she comes across, but also… what’s fun is forcing two people who don’t want to be in the same space to be in the same space!!!   and of course later, they have to work together so yes.   so much potential!!!

[ 𝔱𝔥𝔯𝔢𝔢 ] for all the fliers, AHHHHHHHHH.  i assume there will be a chance for them all to intermingle during the training or SOMETHING where they can butt heads and make friends…. or not make friends?   but also, i mean, au things might be a lot of fun.  obviously for something where violet ends up in their hands and not the other way around for obvious reasons, but again, a lot of potential worldbuilding points!

                    this afternoon, she stood a double duty, for, rather than being tucked away in one of the small side offices, she sat at the greeter’s desk.   it wasn’t as if they expected many visitors for the time being, and yet…   the young woman’s gaze darted up as the entrance slid open, rising quickly at the sight before her.     ❝  senator amidala, please come in, but…  ❞   a brief glance down and a swipe of her fingertips proved no appointment sat forgotten upon the books.   apologies still bled from amber gaze as hers lifted.     ❝  i’m afraid you’ve just missed the senator.   can i help you at all?   perhaps ensure you can meet with him tomorrow?  ❞ 

                    after all, why else would the lauded woman be here?

                    who, mind you, was growling wordlessly in the back of her mind about her lack of faith in his ability to protect her.     ( i meant more in the won't let it come to that way, okay? )     turning her gaze to the skies, she held her ground as dragons filled the space.   this will go so well.