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HISTORY & HEADCANONS

Violet grew up always knowing she had the power to be invisible, because it’s something her parents discovered when she was only four months old. Getting up one morning to check on their daughter, the Parrs panicked when the looked in the crib and the little girl was no longer there. Chaos reigned through the house as they tore it apart, trying to figure out where their little girl who couldn’t even crawl yet could have possibly gone. Just when the were about to call the police, sure someone had snuck into the house in the middle of the night to kidnap her, when she popped back up right in front of their eyes. If they didn’t have powers of their own they likely never would have believed it, but they simply learned that their daughter was special, just like them.

It was made very clear to her from a young age that she was never to use her powers, and while Violet was always a very well behaved child, sometimes she still liked to have some fun with it, especially when she was young. She tried using it to sneak downstairs in the middle of the night to get a midnight snack out of the fridge, or to eavesdrop on her parents when they were having an important conversation she wasn’t supposed to hear. It almost made her the ultimate hide and seek player, a title that was very important to her as a young girl.

She didn’t discover she had the power to make forcefields until much later, when she was eleven years old. She was fighting with Dash over the tv remote, and every time she would get it back to turn her show on, he would speed up to her and take the remote out of her hands before she even noticed. They’d been doing this for about twenty minutes, driving their parents absolutely crazy, when the next time Dash ran up to steal the remote, a purple glow erupted around her, forcing him to bounce back. It scared the hell out of both of them, and while Violet had absolutely no idea how she did it, she realized that her powers were more than just invisibility. She still doesn’t have a perfect handle on her forcefields and stays up late at night sometimes, concentrating hard as she tries to make them bigger and stronger. They’re getting better but Violet still isn’t satisfied, knowing she can do more.

A lot of Violet’s insecurities stem from how amazing her parents are, and her deep fear that she’ll never be able to live up to them. People literally call her father Mr. Incredible, and her mom is the coolest — not to mention the most beautiful — person she’s ever met in her life. Everyone loves them, and it keeps her up at night sometimes wondering how she can ever do anything to be as great as them. All they’ve ever done is love and support their daughter, but she’s always felt small and insignificant in their shadow. She even has a power that encourages her to hide away from the world, and she just doesn’t know how she’s supposed to argue with that.

Growing up, Violet was never picked on or bullied by the popular kids, because she did everything in her power not to give them a reason to. She wore what was in style, listened to whatever music was in the top 40, and watched the same tv shows as everyone else. She never spoke up in class, even when she new the answer, and  never even told joke or said anything that might draw attention towards herself. She became a professional at blending in with the crowd, so much so that she kind of lost her own personality in the process. There’s a part of Violet that’s still trying to learn who she is, because she spent so long trying hard to be just like everybody else.

When she was in high school, Violet had a bad habit of using her invisibility to get out of conversations with people she didn’t want to talk to. If she saw someone coming towards her, whether it was a fellow classmate or a teacher, she would usually slip around the closest corner and go invisible. Sometimes if she was stuck in a conversation she couldn’t get out of, she would even take her chances and turn invisible if they turned away for a second. It worked perfectly for her up until the moment she used her invisibility to get out of a conversation with the gym teacher. After pretending to have cramps for the fourth day in a row because she did not want to play volleyball in front of the popular girls, she tried to avoid his confrontation  Not believing it could have been magic, the teacher convinced himself that she got away because she was such a fast runner and asked her to try out for the track team. Not knowing how to decline, she spent one disastrous afternoon trying out for the team. She tripped over hurdles, fumbled the baton, and had some of the slowest times on record. It was the first and last time she ever tried out for a sports team. She also started using her invisibility to avoid people a lot less.

Violet looked at going away to college as a chance to reinvent herself, especially when new people started to come to the island. She wasn’t stuck with the same people she’s known all her life, the people that knew her as shy, quiet Violet that almost cried in front of the class when she had to give a presentation once and she thought some of the kids were laughing at her. At the encouragement of her parents and a few close friends, she slowly but surely started to go out of her shell. She joined a couple clubs, she actually spoke up in class when she knew the answer, she smiled and made eye contact with people when she passed them in the hall, she even went to parties when she was invited. And the craziest thing of all: she actually got asked on some dates.

As much as it seemed like Violet went through some drastic transformation, really she was just letting the world in on her little secret: that she actually knew how ot have fun. It’s something she never let anyone but her family and a few very close friends know, because she was so deeply afraid of everyone else judging her. But something about being in that new environment made her feel like she was free to be herself and she was the happiest she’d ever been. She stayed out late, had plans on the weekends, and actually had more than a handful of friends. She was even known to crack a joke or two. For those four years, Violet hardly ever felt the need to hide from the world, using her invisibility a lot less.

The first few months after graduating college, Violet was doing fine. She still kept in touch with all her friends, was still invited to all the same parties, even went out to a club or two. But then everyone started to get busy as they started their new jobs, and Violet started to get paranoid. What if they didn’t want to spend time with her anymore? What if they got into the real world and realized that she was just a fraud? So she started reverting back into her shell, reaching out less and declining a few invitations beacuse she thought she was protecting herself. Eventually some of her friends did stop reaching out, and she’s finding herself just as lonely as she was in high school. She regrets it every single day, but she’s too scared to pick up the phone and call them up.

After spending a very long time sulking at what she lost, all because she once again let her anxiety get the best of her, she’s trying to be better. In an effort to make friends again and get her confidence back up, she’s forcing herself to do one thing she would normally be too scared to do each week. Whether it’s talking to a stranger in a coffee shop, or going somewhere crowded with friends on a Friday night rather than staying home to watch tv, or even going to a restaurant and placing her order without having rehearsed it in her head at least five times so she doesn’t trip over her words and make a mistake, she has to be brave at least once a week. She’s even keeping a journal to keep track of all her adventures, just for accountability. It’s the definition of baby steps, but she really is trying her best.

You can tell what kind of mood she’s in by the way she wears her hair. On the days she feels really bad about herself and wants to hide from the world, she lets her long hair hang into her face, using it as a shield between her and the rest of the world. Even though it’s just hair, it gives her a sense of protection that she doesn’t feel like she gets any other way. On the days where she has a little bit of confidence, feeling like she can actually take on the world, she wears her hair pulled back out of her face. When she was little she had a collection of headbands she would wear, but since they went out of style around the time Gossip Girl went off the air, she’s started wearing it in either a messy bun or a half ponytail.

She kept it hidden for a lot of years, but loves comic books and superheroes. The love started after she discovered her forcefields and she was freaking out, feeling like more of a freak than ever. Bob, wanting to show her that she was special and not a freak, took her to the comic book store and they scoured the shelves until they found some old Fantastic Four comics. Violet found some comfort and a sense of empowerment reading about Invisible Woman, and the series slowly helped her come to terms with her own powers. She’s always been incredibly grateful to him for that

Growing up and watching her parents be stupidly, cheesily in love, Violet found herself being a bit of a hopeless romantic too. They were proof that true love existed and that anyone could find it, because if someone could love her dumb, cheesy dad, then someone could love her too. She used to put a lot of pressure on herself to find her high school sweetheart since that’s when her parents met, but she’s long since given up on that. She just wants to find someone that makes her happy — it’s too bad she lacks the confidence right now to actually ask anyone out.

When she was younger, books often felt like her best, and sometimes only, friends. She was able to live vicariously through the stories on the pages, seeing herself in the protagonists that were far cooler and stronger than she could ever be, imagining herself inhabiting those worlds and living out the adventures she would be too scared to go on in real life. Stories were a comfort for her, a safe haven, and for as long as she can remember she’s wanted to be an author. She wants to create exciting stories that make young girls feel strong and confident, the same way her favourite stories growing up made her feel.

She graduated from Corona University with a degree in creative writing, and while she’s working on the concept for her first book she’s working at Avengers Comics to make ends meet. She was really hoping that she would only be there for six months, a year tops until she found a job actually using her degree but she’s been there for almost two years. It’s not the worst job in the world, but it does require her to talk to other people which means that she doesn’t love it.

Lives her life deeply embarrassed of almost everything she’s ever said or done. She’s spent plenty of nights laying awake in bed remembering embarrassing things that happened over ten years ago that she just can’t let go of, even if they were so insignificant that everyone else has surely forgotten about it. Also has a really hard time dealing with secondhand embarrassment. If something awkward or embarrassing is happening around her, whether it’s in person or on a tv show or movie she’s watching, she either visibly cringes until it’s over or just gets up and walks away. It’s too much, she can’t handle it.

Can go from being sweet and quiet to angry and moody in two seconds flat. It honestly doesn’t take all that much to provoke her. But thankfully it’s only her family that really sees her at her angriest, since they’re the people she trusts the most to be herself around.

If she actually gets comfortable around you and you get her talking, it’s nearly impossible to get her to shut up. Especially if it’s something she cares about. Not only is she the queen of nervous babbling, but she spends most of the day keeping quiet and keeping her thoughts to herself, that when she’s around someone she actually trusts, all her thoughts and feelings just come pouring out.

WANTED CONNECTIONS

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it was probably only halfway through the night, if not a little more, and shaggy had decided the crowds and the noise were too much. it took a bit to get him here, but that mixed with the feeling of not belonging in a crowd like this was enough to get him outside, lighting up, and trying to pretend he was a lot more confident than he was. the fresh air was enough to make him breathe, but smoking was the only thing that seemed to really get his hands to stop shaking. he knew anyone could walk in on him and he sort of expected people to. he was never the type to turn down sharing his shit, so when the first person arrived, he gave a smile. and then one turned into two and shaggy had decided this was going to be his little squad for the moment. “are we all here for the same reason? cause like, that would check out with the way we all look, am i right?” @littletriton​ @invisoviolet​

feeling like they were practically rushing towards the door, ariel just needed to get away for a moment. this was not how the night was supposed to go. when they first saw eric leaving the ballroom with someone else, they hadn’t really thought much of it - assuming he was probably getting some air with a friend. but then the realization that the two were taking the main exit and not just going out into one of the gardens hit and they knew they were being ditched. a glass of champagne had been downed in the moment and for awhile they were able to keep a smile and continue on - until one of their sisters asked what happened to their date and it all became too much for them. which was what had led ariel to flee for the backdoors. originally in hopes of being alone, they paused when they saw someone had already claimed the spot and was about to walk away when another person followed out through the other set of doors a few feet away. before ariel could think of a polite way to excuse themself, the boy was speaking to the two newcomers. “uhhh. i don’t know. why are you out here?” they asked in return, unsure really how to answer but feeling like they couldn’t just run off now. closing the doors they’d just burst out of, ariel moves to come stand beside the stranger and looks over at the girl as well. @invisoviolet​

No matter how hard she tries, Violet doesn’t think she’ll ever belong at events like these. She watches everyone laughing and having fun without a care in the world, and no matter how hard she yeans to join them sometimes she always finds herself gravitating towards the side of the room, watching on as everyone else has fun. She’s been doing it so long that it comes naturally to her now, fully believing that she’s fated to be a wallflower. Sometimes she tries to push herself out of her comfort zone, pushing her hair back and wearing confidence like a costume, but it never lasts for all that long. After hours in the ballroom she feels like she’s suffocating, plucking another glass of champagne from a passing waiter’s tray as she heads towards the closest doors. Stopping in her track when she realizes that she’s not out here alone, she takes a nervous sip of her champagne. “If you needed a break from all of... that.” she gestures to the party behind her, the faint sound of music and laughter floating through the closed door. “Then I guess so. I’m, uh, Violet.” Smiling softly, she pushes her hair from her face as she tentatively introduces herself. @zoinksduude​

Thoughts on the party inside Raph continued with his walk towards the lawn scattered with statutes. The opportunity was there to call Mikey and talk him into stealing one or at least put the idea that stealin one could be fun. Who knows maybe he’d do that after a quick walk.

Stopped before the glass could reached his mouth, Raph quickly found the owner of the voice. “Sure, but ya aint lookin’ so hot yourself.”

“Oh um... thanks?” Violet frowns, not quite sure how she’s supposed to take that. Considering it’s been a long night and she hasn’t looked in a mirror since she got here, he’s likely right. Taking another sip of her drink she finishes the glass. “I can leave you alone if you want,” she offers, taking a step back in case he’d prefer to be alone. It’s how she prefers to spend most of her time, so she certainly wouldn’t be offended.

"Shit" Raph mumbled, drink splashing over the edge if his glass when he didn't make it out the closing door fast enough. Shaking off the excess Raph quickly brought the glass to his mouth as he made his way towards the lawn.

Doing her best to be social throughout the night, even going as far as to step foot onto the dance floor more than once, Violet still finds herself outside for a much needed break. She only has the energy for so much socializing, needing a quiet moment to recharge. Jumping at the sound of the door opening and a soft curse behind her, she turns around in time to see him shake off the spilled drink. “Are you okay over there?”

    —- ed smiled down to his friend, holding his hand out toward violet. “let’s go for a stroll,” he offered, wanting to get out of all of the chaos. for once. ed was happy to see a familiar face. violet was one of those people that were easy to vibe with. and since he’s supposed to be on his best behaviour, one of the easiest to hang out with and not get into shit.

“Anything to get out of here for a bit.” Agreeing easily, Violet takes his outstretched hand as he offers it. The champagne hasn’t quite kicked in yet and she’s grateful for any chance to get away from the crowd. “You’re not having a good time?” she asks, a little surprised as she leads him through the crowd toward the doors. She’s well aware that this isn’t her scene, preferring something a lot more lowkey than the evening was turning out to be. It’s Edric, who’s always been the more outgoing of the two, that she’s surprised about, expecting him to find his own fun at the party.

Hearing the words better now made Wendy smile wider, it was nice to think that people enjoyed her presence. Standing beside Violet, she had a nice view of the room, taking a moment to appreciate everyone’s various looks. It was nothing like she’d ever seen before. She could feel herself blushing a little at the compliment, glancing down at her dress - Wendy had been pretty proud of her choice. “Thank you, I’ve always been so fond of it.” When you found your color, you just knew it. “Vidia helped me find it, it’s a little more risque than what I would pick, do you see this cut out?” she asked, pointing towards her waist. It was quite scandalous compared to what she normally wore.

Gravitating towards the edge of the party ever since she got here, watching everyone else has fun as she stands along the sidelines, Violet takes another sip of champagne, finishing the glass in the hopes that it might help her loosen up a little. “Oh, that’s really cute!” she smiles, not noticing the cutouts at the waist of the dress until Wendy points them out. “You’re definitely a lot braver than I am, I could never pull that off.” Violet went for something simple instead, an outfit that wouldn’t risk getting her any attention. Plus her entire family is here, and even if she did have the confidence to wear it, she’d prefer to steer clear of anything that could be described as risque while in their presence.

(↠ starter for @invisoviolet​ )

    —- “Can I borrow you for a second?”

“Oh.” Violet jumps slightly as someone appears suddenly by her side, relaxing slightly as she recognizes him through the mask. “Yeah, sure.” It’s not like he’s stealing her away from anything anyway; she’s spent most of the evening sipping on champagne and making slightly uncomfortable small talk. “What’s up?” she asks, taking another sip from her drink.

“Violet! Hi!” It had felt like ages since Wendy had seen the older girl and quite honestly, she had been thinking about reaching out and trying to set up some time for them to meet. “You look great, how are you?” Wendy asked enthusiastically, handing her a glass of champagne she had somehow gotten away with. // @invisoviolet​

Being in a room full of people has never been Violet’s idea of a good time, but staying home by herself on New Years Eve just seemed too pathetic, even for her. Hearing a familiar voice she smiles, relieved to have someone to talk to rather than standing awkwardly at the sidelines. “Better now,” she chuckles as Wendy hands her the glass, taking a long sip of champagne. “Oh, and you look great too!” Violet returns the compliment quickly. “Blue is definitely your colour.”

Dash never knew how to read one hundred percent what kinds of things were on Violet’s head. To some extent, the assumption used to be correct in most cases, but hearing that she was willing to use invisibility in front of so many people was something very unexpected. So when what it may entail is processed, it’s as if the idea of ​​having a hot chocolate has flown out the window, thinking about the pros and cons of waging a war like the old days. “Are you serious? I never thought you would dare to do something like that. My sis can be a badass when you want” He mutters with a smile, determining if it was time to toss the ball to score the first shot and take advantage. “I’m a gentleman. You want a ten second head start before I bury you under a ton of snow? No hard feelings.” Swaying in place wanting to start the whole battle between siblings, he raised an eyebrow without losing sight of the older sister with a mischievous smile that challenged her to try anything. It’s not like he’s going to lose to her, probably, but when competition knocks on the door, the reasoning disappears. “It is not worth going later crying to mom and dad because your middle brother has beaten you right, I even promise not to use my powers.” With one hand turned back and fingers crossed, if she could become invisible, then he was allowed to be a tad quick.

While they’re very much in public now, the idea of the two of them using their powers in a snowball fight brings back a host of fond memories from when they were kids. Safe and sheltered in the backyard of their family house they could go all out, Dash using his super speed to throw countless snowballs a minute while Violet deflected them using forcefields. They shouldn’t do that now, they can’t, but it’s a tempting thought. “You don’t have to sound so surprised about it,” Violet scoffs, though the surprise is undoubtedly warranted. She doesn’t necessarily refrain from using her powers but she doesn’t go out of her way to use them either, not after she had too many close calls in high school. “Gentleman probably isn’t the word I would use, but I’ll let you believe that,” she teases him, reaching up to pat his cheek lightly. Finally reaching the front of the line for hot chocolate she takes a cup in her hand, taking a sip as she muses over Dash’s proposal.  “Okay you’ve got a deal. No powers,” she nods, a little surprised by his offer. While they all have a bad habit of using their powers a little too loosely, it’s no question that Dash pushes it the most out of all of the, testing his limits despite their father’s warning. Smiling once more at Dash as they leave the line, she takes off as quickly as she can, weaving through the crowd.

Laughing as he takes a cookie of his own, Bob inspects it for a moment as he thinks it over. “These ones might help lessen the blow. But your mother doesn’t want to burst his bubble. Apparently it’s better to keep getting ornaments until the day we die than potentially ruin his christmas spirit,” he answers before biting into the cookie and taking a sip of his hot chocolate to go along with it. He almost wants to tell Violet that she doesn’t actually have to get him socks, but in reality it wouldn’t be too bad of a present - so he lets it stay on the table. “It’s going great,” he lies, as if he hasn’t had to restart the entire thing at least ten times so far. But she doesn’t need to know that. “Your favorite color is pink, right?” His tone is teasing, making it obvious that he was simply joking - though not that he thought about it Bob really should have gone with pink yarn just to spite her. But it was too close to Christmas to start over now so he supposed she’d just have to be happy with deep purple he’d already picked out and started working with.

“Are you just letting him keep his childhood innocence, or are you scared he’s gonna turn into an angry demon again?” Violet teases before taking another bite of the cookie. Growing up she always through her family’s powers were a little weird, but super speed or invisibility, even her mother’s ability to stretch like an elastic band, didn’t have anything on her youngest brother. His plethora of weird powers kept her from fighting with Jack Jack like she did Dash, not about to be the victim of his laser beam eyes. She doesn’t think she’ll ever get over that. “Oh yeah?” she can’t hide the amused grin, almost certain her father is lying. He’s great at a lot of things, she’ll give him that, but she has a sneaking suspicion that arts and crafts isn’t one of them. If he told her he broke the knitting needles in half a few times, that would sound a lot more likely. “Definitely, I love pink, can’t you tell?” she says dryly, rolling her eyes while gesturing to her outfit. Violet has always been one to dress head to toe in dark colours, only dabbling in something brighter on her best days. 

Location; Avengers Comics - Comic Book Store

Weather: Blizzard

Feeling guilty would be an understatement in defining Pascal’s feelings at that moment, shrugging his shoulders and mentally counting a series of numbers to control his breathing and the bad mood that threatened to spiral out of control. It was unfair that that could crush the spirits of that person who was next to him, who was not to blame for anything and therefore it was better to keep his mouth shut. The only thoughts were focused on reliving again and again that scene of white blizzard that had caused a single instant everything to get out of control. Fun and laughter transformed into screams and just looking for a place to take shelter while a tide of people advanced like an avalanche separating others. To be honest, it was hard to remember when he and Lil, Rapunzel, Flynn (Plus others) got separated or how he got to this place that looked like a comic book store. With the lighting being reduced to the telephone flashlights whose light at least offered some comfort. Better that than being in the dark. Pascal discreetly glanced at the other woman, trying not to sound like a guy with weird ideas but simply curious about how she had decided to help. They weren’t friends, they didn’t even know each other, and yet that hadn’t stopped the generosity. “Pascal.” He tried to sound kind, although his voice sounded somewhat broken when he introduced himself, and he kept his gaze on her eyes to show the gratitude that sometimes it was better to express with a picture than with a thousand words. It was a custom to observe the reactions of others when that name was said, Pascal was not exactly one of those that appeared in the lists of the most common, but he tried to smile again and not let the bad temper ruin the attempt to start a conversation. Nobody knew how long the blizzard would last, the minimum was to be a polite with the ‘savior’, which was easier said than done. “So. Are you the owner of this place? It seems pretty cool owning a business, when this is over I’ll find a way to make it up to you.” He said, hugging his stomach to try to undo the knot caused by trying to talk about something so trivial. Because Lil, Rapunzel, Flynn and many more were god knows where and there were no ways to contact them or even know if they were okay, an invisible weight that still caused a lot of tension. “Sorry, I know that I’m not the joy of the moment.” @invisoviolet​

Just like nearly everyone else on the island Violet found herself caught off guard, the snow coming too fast and too sudden to actually make her way home for the evening. At least she’s lucky that the comic book store isn’t too far away, able to take shelter and weather out the storm. While she would much prefer to spend the evening by herself, pouring silently over comic books she can’t turn her back as she notices someone else still out in the cold, clearly in need of somewhere to go. It’s a cruel twist of fate, she thinks, that after spending so much of her time lost in the pages of books she finally finds herself living out the particularly cheesy plot of one. ”Violet,” she says softly, offering him a tentative smile as they get settled inside. This is something out of her worst nightmare, being stuck alone with someone she doesn’t know for who knows how long, forced to make small talk until the storm subsides enough that they can both go home. Silence stretches over them for a moment, tense and awkward, both of them clearly at a loss for what to say. Violet has never been particularly good with people even when it comes to her closest friends, content to sit in long stretches of silence, happy to let them talk as she contributes little to the conversation herself, only speaking when it feels necessary. Which for Violet, it hardly ever seems to. “Oh no, I just work here. I really don’t think my boss will mind, though,” she assures him. Given the circumstances, she wouldn’t care even if he did. Settling down on the chair behind the front counter, she’s about to start flipping through the nearest comic when she notices just how upset she seems to be. “Are you uh... are you okay?” Violet asks, frowning as she notices the way he holds his stomach.

Continued from here

Location: Winter festival - Hot chocolate’s booth

The eyes rolled playfully with a fake grimace of annoyance as the hands quickly rubbed together to ward off the cold. Of course that idea had already been in mind but knowing Violet, that idea was doomed to failure. “You’re not fun.” Although there was always a plan B for when the older sister refused to choose the first option. Maybe the idea was a real stupid thing but it was so long since the two of them had had a ‘sibling fight’ and Dahs honestly missed those a lot. Watching that she was not very attentive, the brother grabbed a handful of snow to turn it into a snowball with a huge smile on his face. “What about a good war? That would be awesome, see who of the Parr’s kids is the  best.” Even if nerves were screaming to do it, he didn’t want to be a jerk after waiting so long in line. That and that Violet had a bad temper. “As soon as I have the chocolate, watch your back sis.” That was said in a hum while the snowball swayed from hand to hand, eyes never straying from his sister’s waiting for her reaction. @invisoviolet​

Being a killjoy is an accusation Dash has been throwing around since they were children, but she still frowns at the accusation, elbowing him in the side. “I’m so much fun, what are you talking about?” Violet scoffs even though that is decidedly untrue. Raising an eyebrow as she watches Dash make a snowball, she shakes her head, further proving Dash’s point. “That’s not fair, you know I can’t use forcefields out here!” Violet hisses quietly, though one could argue using that power at all when they fight probably isn’t fair in the first place. Not that she’s ever really cared, all to happy to throw them up whenever the two fight at home; there’s something satisfying about watching Dash, or even Jack-Jack, bounce off of it despite their best efforts to get through. “Can’t hit me with a snowball if I’m invisible, though.” A smile on her lips as they inch closer to the front of the line, ready to risk using her powers in the crowd if it meant avoiding getting hit by a snowball. Besides, with the place so crowded she’s almost positive no one will notice if she simply disappears.

With the second hot chocolate out of his hand and the plate lifted from the other, Bob relaxed a bit. Dropping everything wouldn’t have been the end of the world by any means, but he dreaded even the thought of having to go get back in those lines. Taking the plate back from Violet, he sets it down on the bench between them so they can both be free of holding it and easily have access to the pile of cookies. “Probably,” he answers with a shrug, already having come to terms with the fact that he was likely going to receive the same gift as always from his youngest child. Though Violet was right - they really were going to have to say something to him sooner or later… The family tree in the Parr home was running out of room to put any new ornaments or decorations. “I tried to hint at wanting new socks this year, but I don’t think he picked up on it.” 

Taking a cookie from the plate once it’s settled between them Violet takes a bite, eyebrows raised as she looks at her dad. “He’s too old for that. One day you’re gonna have to break it to him that no one wants ornaments.” No one wants to be the one to tell Jack-Jack anything, his own powers much stronger than the rest of the family’s, making him a little bit terrifying. “Can you still calm him down with cookies? Give him some of these and he’ll be fine.” Violet laughs as she takes another bite. “Hmmm I’ll keep that in mind,” she hums as though she’s considering it for her own gift, though considering she’s undecided on what to get her entire family for Christmas, she might end up picking up some socks as a last resort. It wouldn’t be her best work, but it’s better than nothing. “So how’s the knitting coming along?” Violet teases, still not forgetting his promise to knit her a blanket for Christmas. 

@invisoviolet​

Pips held onto the back of Violet’s shirt as he tried to follow her through the crowd without getting lost. One second he had been talking with her comfortably, and then suddenly a swarm of people enveloped him getting him lost. It wasn’t until he found his way back that he had been able to breath properly again. Maybe he could of flown above everyone, but a part of him was afraid to share such a thing with the world. For now only those that mattered new, or whoever had found out. “If i get lost again just shout Geronimo.”

Despite coming to these things every single year, Violet always seems to forget just how crowded they are. It’s like she blocks it from her memory after every festival, only to be harshly reminded as she shows up to the next one, wanting nothing more than to disappear as she faces a loud, bustling crowd. “I doubt anyone would notice if you just flew a few inches off the ground to find me,” Violet teases, glancing over her shoulder at Pips to make sure he’s still behind her. “I bet no one would notice in this crowd.” Finally reaching a bit of a clearing where she feels like she can breathe, Violet takes a look at the options around her. “S’mores hot chocolate or holiday punch?” she asks, giving him the options of two of the closest booths.

Returning to the bench where he’d left his daughter at, Bob slowly lowered himself to sit down beside her while balancing two hot chocolates in one hand and a plate of assorted treats in the other. “Maybe we should have tried to find a table,” he mused aloud as he held out the hand with the drinks in Violet’s direction for her to take one. “But I told Jack-Jack I’d stay in this area until he came back from his secret shopping.” It was a tradition for the youngest Parr child to use the winter festival as a time to roam around stores and booths in search of gifts for all of his family members. And even though he was technically probably old enough to do that on his own, Bob still didn’t feel right roaming too far away without him. @invisoviolet​

“It’s okay, we can make this work.” Shrugging off her father’s concern, Violet reaches up to take one of the hot chocolates and the plate of snacks from his hands so he can get settled. Taking a sip of the hot chocolate, she lets out a small groan as he mentions Jack-Jack doing some shopping. “Are we all getting ornaments again this year?” Violet asks a little skeptically, looking around as if she could get a peak of her younger brother doing his shopping from here, though it’s absolutely no use through this crowd. “I know he’s only twelve, but I think that’s old enough for him to step up his present game.” Admittedly the youngest Parr’s tradition of getting her ornaments for the past several years had come in handy no that she has an apartment for her own to decorate, but she’s not going to give him credit that easily.

Relieved that the older sister wanted to forget the subject almost more than he did, the middle sibling had in mind that it wasn’t a conversation Violet should know about. Attention was brought back to Dash when the topic of Bob’s birthday was brought up, almost leaning forward and waving his arms energetically. “Oh! I have an idea! We’ll call it Operation G.I.F.T.!” Pulling out a piece of paper, the acronyms began to be described. “Get Information For Today! Cool name, right?” The gifts were not a strong point but that did not mean that there were no reasons for both of them to work on the subject. “Let’s see. Dad likes superheroes a lot and jokingly embarrassing his kids. Could we throw him a superhero-themed birthday? Or we can make him a personalized phone case with a picture of the whole house. Family? Or a pet? Surely Dad would love to have a dog. ”

“Okay so I’m on board with the name,” Violet says with an amused laugh as she watched her younger brother spell it out on a piece of paper. “But I don’t know about a party.” If they’d given this some thought sooner it’s probably something they could pull together, but last minute parties never sounded like a good idea, and Violet doesn’t like to mingle as it is. “Besides, dad has like three friends. That would be kind of a sad party.” Taking a sip of her coffee, she takes a moment to think it over, considering the rest of his ideas. “The phone case is pretty cute, but we should probably get more than that.” Violet doesn’t bother entertaining the idea of a dog. Considering they have a younger brother at home with laser eyes among other powers, the last thing his parents need is one more thing to take care of. “He really needs a hobby.” After coming into the Parr household not all that long ago to see blankets with all their faces on it, that much was clear. “Do you think ships in a bottle is too lame for him?”