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My unrequested opinion of the day is that I firmly believe Violet Sorrengail's rising sign is Sagittarius, because girlie has to suffer enough being a Cancer and she certainly isn't a Leo 🫠

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Seconding this and each and every comment.

I’m tired. We didn’t need this.

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love how xaden told violet once that "the right way isn't the only way" and she never did anything the right way again

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Last one is very close to how I imagined Violet's ring from The Book Boyfriends Club eheh

Hi today I learned about Starbrite cut sapphires and I’m going to throw up because this is the prettiest jewelry I’ve ever seen ever.

Proprietary cut by lapidary artist John Dyer. These are fucking magical.

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We are 6/7 out, my twitter is finally shifting back to ARMY twitter, purple and memes are everywhere as translations from lives. Jungkook is probably going to do a 4 hour karaoke live at 4am in the morning, TOMORROW IS FESTA!!!!!! 🥹🌸🥹🌸🥹🌸🥹🌸🥹🌸🥹

I apologize in advance for who I'll become once we finally hit Yoongi's discharge day 🫡

BARELY HOLDING UP WITH NAMJOON AND TAE, BYE

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I apologize in advance for who I'll become once we finally hit Yoongi's discharge day 🫡

BARELY HOLDING UP WITH NAMJOON AND TAE, BYE

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LUIGI PERCHÉ

I swear to god this final will be my demise

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I swear to god this final will be my demise

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How I am picturing it:

(please do, we're curious 🌸)

I would do a “book propaganda I’m not falling for” post but I think we all know it would just be the opposite of what everyone else is saying + me hissing like a cat.

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The average italian experience today (friday the 6th of june):

- last day of schools (happy workers, less traffic from monday, way more happy students!)

- hot, hot, hot (less enjoyable we'll either complain or complain in front of a coffee/cold coffee/coffee cream)

- tennis day (two italians into semifinals at roland garros. The afternoon with Musetti and we'll eat our dinner with Sinner. Fingers crossed!)

- friday, last day - it's aperitivo day!!

- people making plans to go vote this sunday (GO VOTE IF YOU'RE ITALIAN) then go out, catch some sun at the sea, eat a brunch

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After a whole month and a half of work breathing down my neck 7/7, I opened my google drive docs and I'm writing again.

I could maybe cry 🥹

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Me: burnt out from a very understaffed project, no breaks, HR reminding my executive producer (also burnt out for the same reasons) we should not be working 7/7. (LMAO, WE'D LIKE NOT TO HELLO)

Also HR: putting me on three projects back to back to back with no space to breath in between after next week.

Me to HR and Project 2: Ok, but I can't do new things before next week.

HR and PJ2: Copy!!

Also PROJECT 2: CAN YOU DO THIS LIKE TODAY IT'S URGENT!!! (it's not it's in june, chill)

And that's corporate for you :)

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violet: he’s probably thinking about other girls

xaden: I need to figure out a way to attach the tiny dragon to the big dragon

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Omg, are they going to make James Potter immaturity and bullying against Snape a race thing?

Am I going to suffer like this? Is James Fucking Potter going to suffer like this????

WHAT GREASY HAIR ARE THEY GOING TO GIVE SNAPE!!!

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The Book Boyfriends Club is finally on Ao3 🌸

The only thing Xaden Riorson hates more than finding out he made a mistake while coding for the program he has been been working on for three months straight, is having to deal with another unrealistically beautiful fictional character that will steal Violet's attention from him. So, when both things happen on the same day and Garrick announces Imogen just got his girlfriend hooked on another romantasy saga, understandably so he doesn't take the news very well. Add in, he already has one sided beef with the fucking Duke of Tyrrendor, he wonders if he'll have to add this Rhysand, High Lord of the Night Court or whatever to the list. It's always these men wielding shadows that give him the most trouble.

This is me just rambling, wanting to write something more easy I think? Also, I think Xaden is slightly OOC but you know what, who cares! Featuring also background Dain/Sloane and background Garrick/Imogen.

BEWARE OF THE ACOTAR SPOILERS!!!

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at every table (i'll save you a seat)

"All this power does is take. I feel like one of them."

Violet & Sloane talk signets, grief, and saving the world 🖤

(for @empyreanevents Sloane Week 2025)

Read here, or on AO3 ✨

"Dain says you're refusing to train your signet." It's probably not the best opening line to get her to talk to me—a little too combative, given our history—but Sloane's a pretty straightforward girl; I figure it's better to just get to the point.

"Dain needs to mind his own damn business," the blonde huffs, giving me a filthy look, though for once I think it's perhaps not meant for me.

"Technically, you are Dain's business." I shrug. "He's your wingleader, in case you forgot."

Sloane snorts. "Like that means anything."

My eyes narrow. "It means he deserves your respect." She can disrespect me all she likes, but Dain has been bending over backwards to try and help her. The least she can do is try and work with him—for her own benefit.

"I'm never going to respect the man who got my brother killed," Sloane snaps. "Never. I don't care that he's your childhood friend or whatever," she says derisively. "He's an ass."

My lips quirk up in a nostalgic smile. I remember thinking the exact same thing about my wingleader once and look where it got me. I refrain from telling Sloane that though, knowing it will only make her more reticent. "Alright," I concede, "will you let me help you?"

She finally deigns to look at me properly, turning her body where she sits on the hillside. "There's nothing to help." Her voice is soft, quiet in a way I haven't heard since Visia's passing six months ago. "All this power does is take. I feel like one of them." Her throat closes over the last word.

"You're not," I reassure her immediately. "Sloane, you're nothing like them. You haven't taken from—"

"Yet!" she whispers in an angry, terrified hush. "You don't know what it's like Violet. I can feel it all around me—the energy. It would be so easy to just…not stop. To keep going and take and take." She heaves a shaky breath, blue eyes bright with the sheen of tears.

I pause, considering my next words carefully. "I know what it's like to be out of control—to feel like your anger could get the best of you at any moment and if it does…people will die." I reach out a hand, carefully placing my fingers over hers where they rest on her knee. "I hated my signet when I got it." I reveal. "I thought it was only destruction, that it meant I was…bad." I force the word out.

Sloane swallows hard. "You don't think that anymore?"

I shake my head. "No. Without it, the people I love would be dead. Without yours the people I love would be dead." She needs to understand.

Sloane blinks, a single tear falling from her lashes as she gazes down at me. "A person you love is dead because of mine."

My nose burns and I try to keep my face blank as I reckon with the reminder. I manage it—I've had lots of practice. It's a carefully crafted mask I've slipped on the last few months, the one of a strong, unaffected warrior who knows her mother's death was for a greater purpose—who doesn't cry in the bath at night or feel like her chest has caved in whenever she sees a Brown in passing. At this point, the mask is more of a constant than the truth.

"My mother chose to die." Blessedly, my voice doesn't shake. "She chose to die for the sake of her country and more importantly, for the lives of her children. You are just the tool she used to do it and for that I am so, so sorry Sloane." I slip my fingers between hers, tightening my grip before she can pull away.

"Without her sacrifice we would all be dead, but it was you who made her choice possible. Without your signet we wouldn't be sitting here right now," I emphasise. "This is your power Sloane. You will be the one to control it, should you choose to and if you do…you'll save lives."

Her lips turn down, her expression crumpling slightly. "I hate it, Violet." She whispers. "I hate it so much. Why couldn't I get farsight, like Liam?"

I carefully shuffle closer, tentatively sliding my arm around her waist. "I wanted to be a mender like Brennan," I admit, "but we don't get to choose our paths in life, Sloane, and the gods decided we were meant for something more."

I don't think it's a coincidence that riders have been manifesting stronger, rarer, more explosive signets over the last few years. When I look around at those I call friends, I see a wealth of powerful signets—the kind essential to winning a war. Whether it's Dunne or Zihnal we need to thank, I believe we have these powers for a reason; the gods rarely make mistakes.

“You might not like it," I whisper, lips tilting upward slightly, "you might even loathe it…but it’s power like yours that saves lives.” Sloane's lower lip trembles. She looks about as convinced as I was when Xaden delivered the same line to me.

"You know…I miss my mum a lot," I whisper, voice cracking as I force the words out. "She wasn't like…this really present figure in my life—sometimes I even thought she hated me—but she…I do miss her." Sloane peers down at her boots. "Sometimes if it's raining I'll just…let my power loose, so it looks like a storm outside. It helps me feel closer to her, given, you know…"

Sloane bites down hard on her lip.

"I like to think it's partly due to her that the universe gave me this power." I study Sloane contemplatively. "Have you ever read Major Sisneros' A Study on Signets?"

She blinks and I take that as a no.

"Your mother was a runes master, right?"

The blonde's brow furrows. "That's not a thing." She informs me. "But…yes. She was excellent with runes. Probably the best in all of Tyrrendor, not that many people studied the art." Because Navarre all but outlawed it.

"Xaden told me." I smile gently. "Major Sisneros says the art of imbuing comes naturally to only a handful of signets, and automatically only to one: the siphon." I shrug. "Your mother proved just how pivotal runes can be. The rebellion relics she created have saved our lives and been instrumental in the second phase of this revolution."

Sloane fiddles with her long braid, still staring at her boots.

"So it seems to me, that if you train that feeling you're so scared of, hone it until you're the one in control—you could do things your mother only dreamed of and win us this war in the process." Finally, she meets my eyes again. "Being a siphon is not a curse, Sloane. It's a gift."

She smiles self-deprecatingly. "I don't think I could ever live up to her."

"You helped save thousands of people a few months ago," I point out. "I think you already have." And maybe now, instead of seeing her signet as a curse, she'll see it as a way to feel closer to her mother, just like I do.

"The gods saw Evelyn Mairi's daughter, thought about what her mother could do, and Amari said 'I'll do you one better'."

Sloane finally laughs, a bright, joyous sound that has my chest constricting in an instant. "You're ridiculous." She shakes her head.

"I'm right," I correct, "and because I'm right, I'm going to need you to stop being so impudent with Dain.”

Her laughter stops in an instant. "Fuck off."

"He's trying to help," I insist. "I'm not asking you to cuddle up to him"—her cheeks flush—"I'm just asking you to be respectful when needed and actually follow the chain of command." I lift a brow at the deepening red of her cheeks. Interesting.

"You don't have to forgive him." I promise at her continued silence. "I would never ask that of you, but you do need to work together. When we go into battle"—because it's when at this point, not if—"you'll need to follow his orders."

She purses her lips, glancing at me disdainfully. Looking like she's sucked on a lemon, she finally relents. "Whatever," she shakes her head. "I suppose if I have to risk killing anyone, it may as well be him."

I pause, frowning. Should I be concerned about that? I think about it for all of a moment before shrugging my shoulders. He does kind of deserve to be given a hard time, especially by her.

"That's the spirit!" I pat the back of her hand.

I'll think about the potential seriousness of that another time. Maybe tomorrow.

"Hey, Vi?" Sloane murmurs, staring into the distance, "I'm not sorry I gave you a hard time last year"—I snort—"but I'm glad we're friends now."

Friends? My heart warms.

"I'm glad we're friends too, Sloane."

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THIS TOTALLY SENT ME

Do you think that Sloane regularly visits Amber Mavis's grave just to make fun of her for taking her man