invisoviolet

[invisoviolet]

littletriton​:

zoinksduude​:

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​

[invisoviolet]

raphsplinter​:

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.

[invisoviolet]

raphsplinter​:

"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?”

[invisoviolet]

blightedric​:

    —- 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.

[invisoviolet]

wcndybird​:

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.

[invisoviolet]

The evening is going better than she though it would, the few drinks she’s downed over the past few hours helping her loosen up and actually enjoy herself for once. But there’s only so much socialization she can take, finding herself gravitating back toward the sidelines of the room where she started the night. Ready to take a seat at an empty table, her eyes land on someone else sitting alone. Taking a sip of a drink clutched in her hand she decides to approach them instead, not wanting to ring in the new year completely alone. “Hey,” Violet smiles nervously. “Can I join you?” // @jinkiesdinkley​

[invisoviolet]

blightedric​:

(↠ 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.

[invisoviolet]

wcndybird​:

“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.”

[invisoviolet]

dashiel-dash-parr​:

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.

[invisoviolet]

incredibleparr​:

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. 

[invisoviolet]

chamelepascalcamouflage​:

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.

[invisoviolet]

dashiel-dash-parr​:

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.

[invisoviolet]

incredibleparr​:

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]

philipferne​:

@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.

[invisoviolet]

incredibleparr​:

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.

[invisoviolet]

dashiel-dash-parr​:

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?”

[invisoviolet]

“ … do you want to do something stupid with me ? “

Waiting in line hot chocolate, Violet raises an eyebrow at Dash's suggestion, not all that surprised. He's never been good at standing still for too long. "That depends..." She eyes her brother nervously as he brings up the idea of doing something stupid. With Dash it could be just about anything, and she finds herself a little nervous as she waits for him to announce the idea. "If it has to do with running through the crowd as fast as you can before you get caught, the answer's an automatic no." No matter how many times they tell Dash not to use his powers, Violet knows that it's a warning that bears repeating. She's been to enough of his track meets to see the way he pushes the boundaries, and she’s not about to let him do something that stupid on her watch. // @dashiel-dash-parr