mr. incredible

bob parr. 42. mr incredible. father. husband. insurance adjustor.

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“ ‘ be myself ‘ what kind of garbage advice is that? “ (violet)

“that is classic advice,” he argues, offense clear in his voice at the way violet seemed to doubt his words of wisdom. “what do you mean it’s garbage? it’s literally the go to number one piece of advice everyone gives out. it’s what all the books say.” maybe bob shouldn’t be trying to use self-help books as a source for this particular argument - but it wasn’t like he was wrong. “being yourself is important, vi. you don’t want to go changing for anyone or anything.” @invisoviolet

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dashiel-dash-parr​:

It would be a bad thing not to say that that question had not been around the athlete’s head for a long time. The most primitive and savage part of the interior roared with rage at the mere thought of leaving that advantage out of itself. The reasonable part that for some reason was becoming more present did not think the same, rather acting as the voice of conscience that began to create doubts in Dash’s mind. Sliding a fork between his fingers, he never thought he had to make such an important decision, especially in a masquerade full of picturesque people. “If I agree to do that. Will we be at peace and there will be no more reproaches?” All the time seems a bit extreme, but it’s not like there was another option to fix the relationship, the blond man let out a sigh, not out of rage or boredom but in resignation. At least Dash was willing to step up even if it led to giving up a certain part of who he was. Maybe a prank could fall from time to time but it would be best to create a low profile for a while. “I, Dash Parr, am willing to do it and not use any powers.” It was undeniable that there was a certain sadness and hidden anger for saying that, but he would not back down as his shoulders shrugged into a pose of surrender. Just wanting that everything could be as it was before. “What do you say, Dad?”

It felt a bit overdramatic - to say that there wasn’t peace between the two of them, but Bob didn’t comment on that. Instead just simply nodded. “Yeah, sure.” If that’s what it takes to get Dash to calm down and start listening to the rules that he and Helen set for all of the kids then he was more than willing to play along with whatever this was. “Sounds like a deal, kid.” There’s a pause as he debates admitting this next thing or not before finally just saying it. “Next time it happens though, I’m going to have to tell your mother about it too.” It was likely obvious what had put tension between the father and son, so Helen probably already knew anyway, but at least this time around Bob hadn’t outright told her. Especially not about the fact that their son had openly confessed his powers to one of his friends.

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Location: Corona Castle Ballroom

The whole month had been so strange, as if the succession of the days had been a succession of events that had not generated the usual joy that always floated on those dates. Because feeling having disappointed someone was not something common for Dash to know how to deal, rather feeling that invisible suffocation that did not cease to squeeze guilt. Much worse when that disappointed person was his own father whose gaze would not let him forget the matter, being unable to keep his gaze or engage in anything more than a small conversation, as if a sandpaper were irritating the throat, preferring to divert attention to the festive scene of the masquerade to remember that a new year would begin shortly. New chances and who knows which thing would bring this one. The eyes readjusted the mask, was it really that easy to just establish a conversation? “I din’t expect you to come, don’t be mad but this doesn’t look it’s your choice.” Dash says, voice unable to hide some anxiety about sitting next to Bob since his mother had been the one who had insisted on putting them together. Not smiles or playful attitude as it used to be, lip closed in a fine line and fiddling with silverware. Was it immature not being able to apologize more to Bob, who had been his role model to some extent? “I mean, I never expected to see you in a suit and with a mask in a weird party like this. Don’t know who had the idea for this but is not that bad, just a quirky concept.” Dash grimaced at the last words, feeling like a nerd for using a word like that to express himself and regretting not having left with Vi when the occasion had presented itself. Uncomfortable silences were a weakness for him, feeling the itchy sensation to keep talking even if this was one-side conversation. “Do you think that we can be in peace? I know that I screwed everything but I’m willing to make amends. I don’t want to start badly.” @incredibleparr​

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Bob was more than comfortable sitting in silence - he currently had nothing to say of any importance anyway. Helen had warned him not to make another scene at this event - not that he had plans to start yelling at his son for no reason, but just to be safe he figured it was best to just go ahead and remain quiet. But it seemed Dash had different plans. “We always come to these things,” he reminds the boy, unsure why it would be a surprise. Ever since Jack-Jack was old enough to start joining them, Bob and Helen hadn’t missed a single event hosted by the island with the exception of some of the more wild late night parties. At the question of could they be at peace, Bob simply raised an eyebrow - not that Dash could see it behind his mask. “So you’re going to stop using your powers all the time?” 

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With Helen spending some time with friends and all of the kids doing their own thing, Bob was left alone with really not much to do. Which in all honestly was perfectly fine with him. He was more than content to sit at his table with his drink and watch his wife’s purse for the rest of the night. But seeing a vaguely familiar figure walk by, he raises up from his seat and approaches her. “Penny,” he calls out to grab the girls attention. “Can we talk for a moment?” @mizzprouds​

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🎄 for our muses to decorate the christmas tree together (violet)

“We own to much stuff.” Looking between the remaining boxes of ornaments and the practically already filled up tree, Bob didn’t see how this was going to work. Ever year the Parr family Christmas tree seems to get smaller and smaller - despite the fact that it was a fake one that never changed. They simply just kept gaining too many damn decorations to place on it - between the youngest boy in the family gifting every member an ornament each year and the ones Helen buys herself there just simply wasn’t going to be enough tree space left to place them all. “Hold on,” he says as an idea occurs to him, waving Violet back as he steps forward and wraps his arms a bit awkwardly around the entire thing to lift it into the air. “We’re going 360 this year.” With that declaration he twists the tree around so that what used to be the front of it is now the back, leaving the two of them with a completely blank canvas to continue decorating. @invisoviolet

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dashiel-dash-parr​:

Although it might seem otherwise, closing his eyes and breathing slowly to control his breathing at the same time to calm his stubbornness, Dash had no desire to argue or generate a dispute with Bob. This difference of opinion was reaching an untenable point that threatened to begin to break down the relationship between father and son. It was like a wave that constantly crashed against the same rock, without ceasing, a self-destructive behavior. So listening to his father, Dash had the internal struggle of whether it was the right time to continue holding on to that belief that ‘with super powers one can do whatever one wants’, feeling a prick of guilt as the conversation progressed, no feeling an iota of pride at having brought Lucius into the conversation. The bags were pressed tighter to the chest. Was it really so hard trying to fit in with others? It was as if he always made excuses himself for not adhering to the rules. “I, I’m sorry dad. I’m gonna try to be better with the hidding thing” He whispered, this time the phrase was not said with even hints of sarcasm, and when the eyes opened to see Bob’s reaction he fidgeted without knowing very well how to continue. His throat tightened like a suffocation at the question of having kept the secret or not, as if a rope were slowly tightening, cutting off his breath, but with that he did keep his expression neutral. “Just my best friend. Penny.” Some  people were aware of that, including that Vidia who kept trying to expose him and kick him off the team. It might be a mistake to tell the half truth, but spouting a convoluted lie would end in disaster. Dash didn’t look away this time, bracing himself for the consequences. “She’s my best friend, dad, Penn won’t tell anyone.”

As Dash whispered out his response and held on tightly to the bags in his hand a spike of guilt arose in Bob. He hated having to be so harsh with his kids - especially on the topic of using their powers - but it was what had to be done. There were only so many times he and Helen could tell Dash in a calm and polite way to stop showing off before he had no choice but to go for the more dramatic efforts. Though, the sympathy he has for his son washes away quickly the moment he admits to having actually told someone about his abilities. “What the fuck?” he asks, words coming out before he can stop himself. Because for all he’s gotten better at holding back his tongue and keeping his language clean around his children - this was an entirely new situation for him to be dealing with. Using his powers recklessly was one thing but actually genuinely telling someone else about them was a completely different story. Something he thought all of his children knew better than to do. Even he himself hadn’t told anyone other than his wife and best friend - and that had simply been because they themselves had abilities as well. “No. I don’t care if she’s your best friend. You don’t and can’t know that she won’t tell anyone else. Dash - what were you thinking?!” 

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invisoviolet​:

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. 

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.

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dashiel-dash-parr​:

Dash raised an eyebrow at those words, but let his father continue with that tired gesture, lips pressed into a fine line as if the enjoyment of the festival had been ripped away. Better to keep quiet, let the grown man believe that regret was present. Also, lately the feeling of being treated like a 10 year old boy, instead of a 22 year old student, was becoming a very tiresome habit. “Sorry.” He said, never looking at Bob. “I just wanted to have fun, no one had noticed.” Lifting the bags full of things onto his lap with a sigh, he crossed his arms over them to press them against his chest. “What’s wrong with overdoing it a bit? It’s not like I’m the only person with powers here, I’ve seen an idividual creating snow with only his bare hands.” That was walking on thin ice when the topic came up; he had long since accepted that he was not the only special individual on the island, with magic manifesting itself in others as well. “Your point is the same. That  I just have to learn to mix with others and be a worldly individual who doesn’t stand out, sorry but not gonna happen.”

“I noticed. Which meant someone else could have as well,” he points out before closing his eyes and shaking his head. He lets Dash talk, though Bob already knows everything his son is about to say - has heard it all before more times than he can even count. Which was honestly... getting tiring. There were only so many warnings, so many times he can remind Dash of the rules, before he was going to reach a breaking point. “Don’t use your Uncle Lucius as an example. He keeps his powers hidden. Which you are supposed to do as well.” Turning to look at the boy head on, Bob feels his patience beginning to lessen. “No. That is exactly what you’re going to do. It’s what you’re supposed to be doing. Because that’s what your mother and I told you to do. That’s the one rule we’ve set in place. How hard is it to understand that, Dash? We all need to do what we can to just blend in - it’s simply the way that things have to go.” It’s not a sentiment that Bob himself agrees with, but it’s what he and Helen decided a long time ago that they were going to raise the kids on. So he can’t let it be known that he does indeed sympathize with his son, despite the annoyance at the fact that he simply decides to go against everything they’ve always told him. “You haven’t actually told anyone about your powers, have you?”

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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.

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.”

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dashiel-dash-parr​:

The arrival of the winter festival had been a great relief for all the students who had the final exams around the corner, especially for Dash who already felt like the brain was atrophying with so much information that when the pamphlets of that place had been announced with the start of the festival, he hadn’t taken more than two seconds to get going. Perfect opportunity to get Christmas gifts and also enjoy the activities offered in the place, better now than waiting for the Christmas dates to approach and the prices to rise. With their hands loaded with bags and walking among the people to advance to the stalls. Maybe this year, Dash asked the family to give him a dog or any animal that could serve as a pet and was not a fish. Whistling and wearing a Santa hat that he had bought at the entrance stall, his steps stopped short when he heard a voice too familiar to be ignored, and the tone was not exactly friendly. Turning on his heel, Dash nervously smiled at his father despite not being aware of what was going on. “Hey dad! Nice to see you here!” Hiding the bags behind him, he approached the father in a few seconds. “What’s up? No peeking! Where’s mom and JJ?” Sitting on the bench with a huff, the younger man just tried to have a relaxed posture, feeling the same nervousness as if he was going to be punished. “Get to the point. What did I do this time?”

“I’m not looking,” he promises with a sigh as his son comes over and demands he not peek at the bags in his hands. Now knowing that Dash had been out holiday shopping for his family, Bob felt a little bad about having to scold him. But more so than anything else he was tired. And he knew that if his wife saw the boy running around, it would likely fall back on Bob - so he needed to be able to say he at least tried to put a stop to it. “Don’t act like you don’t already know what you did.” There’s no malice in his tone, just a hint of the annoyance he was trying his hardest to bite down.

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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​

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With Helen off doing the wine and design with her friends and Lucius nowhere to be found, Bob was relaxing on the sideline of the festival with no plans to move until someone came and found him. He couldn’t go home, not with Jack-Jack still running around here somewhere, but there wasn’t really much at the event that really caught his attention. Or at least there wasn’t until he spotted his other son darting by, running a bit faster than he should be in such a crowded place. With a sigh, he almost just let it go but he could already hear his wife scolding him for just the thought of not addressing this issue. “Dash,” he called out, a bit harsh and loud enough that he knew the boy would hear as he stood from the bench he’d been sitting at. @dashiel-dash-parr​

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continued from here. 

At the comment of being the best son he could have, Bob just gave Dash a blank look and waited expectantly for him to further explain himself. However as soon as the mention of an incident in training was brought up, he wished he’d just accepted the first answer. “What incident? Dash - what did you do?” @dashiel-dash-parr​

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invisoviolet​:

“Okay, what do you wanna know?” Violet asks, regretting the question as soon as it leaves her lips. That’s too much power to give him, actually allowing him to ask questions, so she keeps talking as if she hadn’t actually asked. “Her name’s Vanellope. She’s a racer. She’s pretty cool.” She has a massive crush on her, but that part her father doesn’t need to know. At the mention of not knowing what’s going on her her life, Violet feels a pang of guilt in her chest, even if she’s almost certain he’s just being dramatic. She doesn’t do it on purpose, rather not feeling like she has anything interesting to say. “Well, I still work at the comic book store, so…” Until she actually starts writing, Violet isn’t sure she’ll ever actually have something interesting to share. “I’m thinking about adopting a cat?” she offers, sharing the only other exciting thing going on in her life right now, and even then it’s not much.

Nodding along at each fact, Bob listens closely to make sure he remembered this later. Vanellope. Racer. Cool. Wait - wait - wait. A racer? “What do you mean racer? Like at the tracks?” he asks, not judging but just… a little confused as to how his quiet, comic book loving, poetry writing daughter met someone who seemed from just that small description quite the opposite of herself. Which wasn’t a bad thing by any means - in fact, it was encouraging to know that maybe Violet was getting out a bit more than he had thought. “A cat? Does your apartment allow animals? You want to make sure you check that first.” It’s such dumb dad advice that Bob almost hates hearing it come out of his own mouth, but well, it’s not wrong either.

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invisoviolet​:

“Because I’m not twelve years old and don’t bring friends here anymore?” Violet points out with a shrug, leaving out the small detail that she rarely had many friends to bring home when she did live at home. It probably goes without saying. “You don’t know any of Dash’s friends, do you?” Having her brother know about her blatant crush was bad enough, she didn’t need the rest of the family in on it too, not when it was likely nothing. “I’ll be very proud when you do that, dad.” Violet rolls her eyes playfully, smiling at the idea. She’s almost certain she won’t be getting a blanket for Christmas, but considering he dedicated this much time to photoshop, she wouldn’t be at all surprised if he actually did go through with it.

“You could still tell me about them,” he argues, shaking his head slowly and letting out a small sigh as if deeply offended by the lack of trust his daughter has in him. “It’s like I know nothing about your life anymore.” The dramatics drop once she asks about Dash, his head moving into a nod instead. “Yeah, actually, I do. He tells me all about them - like a good kid should do. And I know all of Jack-Jack’s buddies too.” The way she rolls her eyes only solidifies the decision Bob had already made to head over to the craft store tomorrow and get some beginners knitting kits. Maybe a blanket was too ambitious of a goal to have done by Christmas - but she’d be getting something homemade as one of her gifts this year for certain.

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what would you do with your superpowers if helen let you?

“I don’t know. I used to want to play sports with them. Go pro and leave the island. But that’s an opportunity that long passed. And I also wouldn’t change anything about my life back then - if I’d have left we’d never had had Violet or likely any of the other kids. That’s not something I’d take back for the world. In current time - I’d want to use them to help people. I’ve thought about joining the police force a few times, but I know that’s risky. I wouldn’t be able to sit back and not do what I could to help, which would lead to exposure. So for now... For now I’m just going to stay where I am.”

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What is your oppinion about Dash using his super speed in front of others?

“Excuse me? He’s done what now?”

( @dashiel-dash-parr )