Violet Parr

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tculouse‌: 

“Jesus Christ, you a mind reader? I was perfectly fine- I swear,” Toulouse lied through a clenched jaw, trying to keep his disappearing cool, as the contents of his once delicious milk went away from him, “I swear- this is a sign. So many people have been telling me dairy free is the way to go. I didn’t believe them, why would anyone want to drink almonds? That’s ridiculous. The one time I even dare to try it this happens. Nah, no way. I’m sticking with the original source.”

Grabbing the napkins, Toulouse began to pat away at his soaked clothing, fumbling ever so slightly. “So tell me, anything else you can predict for me?”

Violet flinched, taking a step back from the guy. She hadn’t really thought offering help would backfire. But then, she hadn’t thought much. If she had been more helpful she would’ve said something sooner, a bit louder...but she hadn’t had the courage to do it. Though honestly? He was making her really regret having tried at all. “Well...you’re gonna give up after one bad attempt? Not very open minded,” she mumbled, though she went ahead and scooted back even further. 

The guy clearly already had the ability to snap at people. Violet really didn’t want to deal with that.”If you’re going to be an...an asshole, then I predict people won’t want to spend any time with you,” Violet snapped back, though she knew her voice was still a little too soft to give her words the proper bite. “I was just trying to help.’

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bvnnyrabbits‌: 

Nibs was positive he knew what he was doing. After all, it was just a stupid milk carton – an annoyingly difficult one, but nothing to fuss about. It was only when he finally got it open that he realized his mistake, spraying it over both the counter and his brand new clothes. “My mom’s gonna kill me,” was the first thing to come out of his mouth. He reached over for the napkins without looking at Violet, trying to wipe the milk off his clothes. “And I look like I just peed my pants. Great.”

She was sympathetic. Of course she was. She knew very well how terrible it could be to mess up something that her mom had given her, or even that her mom might have planned. Violet worried at her lip. “She...she won’t kill you,” Violet replied softly. “You could...well you could have it washed. No one’ll know.” She worried at her lip. “My parents’ place...I mean not that I know for sure, but you could maybe be the same size as...as one of my brothers.”

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sportyspicebenson‌: 

Andrina stared down at the mess in confusion, she wasn’t being that rough with it! She’d opened milk cartons like that many, many times before and never had a problem! Now she was going to smell like milk the rest of the day. Sighing, she was only slightly started by the other’s offering of the napkin. “Thanks… It’s just not my day, I guess.” 

Violet managed a little smile at that. “Nah. This is just a little thing. Your day could still pick up.” Granted she had a tendency to be dramatic about those things as well. But she knew, logically, that things could still improve. After all, it was just a spill. “That one is just notoriously bad to open.”

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bobtheincredible‌: 

Looking down at the blobby mess on the plate before him, Bob winced. Sensing the presence of another person nearby, he looked up, frowned and muttered, “Uh, yeah… Don’t ask me what this is… Because I also have no clue what the hell this thing is… But then, the thing is… Uh, I made it myself. Just goes to show you the extent of my cooking skills.”

Violet couldn’t help but snort as she leaned over to get a good look at the mess that her dad had made. “Dad, I’ve known for a long time that you’d never make it on Master Chef. Or uh...anything with cooking.” She stepped toward the fridge and started poking around in it. “Do you want me to try something? I bet it’d be less dangerous for your health than....what were you trying to make?”

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dcvilchild·: 

lock grumbled as the napkins being held out to him came into view, quickly snatching them from the girl’s offered hand and wiping roughly at his face. if he hadn’t been so annoyed with the whole situation and the offending carton maybe he’d have heard and been able to heed the girl’s warning in time, but of course he hadn’t been. hell he hadn’t even s e e n her. . “ where did you come from ? “

Violet blinked and then pointed back to the seat she had just vacated. “Over there.” It wasn’t exactly the most communicative she’d ever been, but she hadn’t really been intending to start much of a conversation. She’d really just wanted to help a little. “Been sitting there the whole time,” she muttered softly, head tilting so that her hair fell into her face a little. “Sorry about the spill. That...carton’s terrible to open.”

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Alrighty let’s get this show on the road here. I’m Lena, and it’s been a little while since I’ve written Violet in any capacity but I’m really excited to get her going.

Soooo some headcanons for Violet:

She wants to become a social media/communications expert. Really she wants to work for a company and handle their social media pages.

Violet can sing. She has a pretty clear voice, she just doesn’t show it to anyone. Her tendency is to sing in the shower or when she knows she’s genuinely truly alone at home or outside.

Violet has a blog and wants to run it, but she’s terrified of what others might think of it so it’s still blank.

Does beach clean ups at night so no one knows that she’s the one doing it. She likes the idea of an anonymous do-gooder making sure their environment is good.

is honestly really easily embarrassed by her parents. She loves them, but she thinks their method of ‘helping’ can seriously backfire

 In general she kind of tries to keep her friends/anyone she’s interested in out of her parents’ sphere unless pressured to do otherwise.

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“I don’t think you wanna do that,” Violet commented, though her voice was soft, barely over a mumble. She had been observing them fussing with the milk carton for a while now. And the way that they were approaching it? Well it was definitely going to end in a spill, and more than likely- yes and there it was. Milk spraying the counter and likely the person at the same time. Telling them it was a tricky container would hardly endear her to anyone after the fact. Instead, Violet got to her feet and grabbed a handful of napkins, holding them out. “H-here.”