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ᕙ( •̀ ︿•́ )ᕗ [ take me on like a true super without your dumb forcefields. ]
meme | accepting
not a bit of hesitation in her raising a hand and conjuring a forcefield. two, actually. one for him to run away from thinking he dodged and the other to TRAP him. ❛ whoa! sorry i couldn't hear you over the sound of my dumb forcefield. could you speak up, dash? ❜
if she jiggles the field around a little to JOSTLE him while she's at it well when the parents are away the kids will play.
:|| June 14th
❛ The anniversary of his death comes every year, && every year, I can’t breathe . . . ❜
He was her second baby. When Violet was 18 months old, before Dash came along, Helen and Bob were blessed with the arrival of a second child- a son they named after Helen’s father. They were in their first house and there was a second floor to it, usually quartered off by a baby-gate so that if Helen was upstairs or down, the children couldn’t access the stairs.
When her first son was learning to walk, however, he took to using the stair banister to stand himself up. One afternoon, when Helen was upstairs putting laundry away and Violet was scooting a toy scooter around the landing, her son stood himself up using the baby gate as an anchor. The gate gave way && the boy fell down the stairs. Violet was screaming.
The ambulance was called, but the toddler’s condition was critical. By the time Bob arrived at the hospital, Helen was holding Violet and unresponsive. Their son had passed away.
Time went on. Dash was born && eventually Jack-Jack too. Pictures were removed from walls and toys were first passed down to her other children, then donated to goodwill with a smile. June 14th never leaves, though. Every other reminder to be had of the tragedy can be scrubbed away, but the day of her son’s death is an expected visitor that won’t be turned away or ignored. It demands to be acknowledged and remembered and felt for all it’s worth; a steady constant that blames Helen for the negligence disguised as an accident.
❛ hey dash? do you remember that teacher you used to torture? cause' he sure does remember you. ❜
as PAINFULLY uncomfortable as it was for someone to ask you how the "little menace" is doing when said menace is your brother it was kinda funny. and the grudge was most likely well earned. this WAS dash they were talking about.
❛ how BAD were you for him to STILL know your name? ❜
@spexdo called for a hero!
┅ ┆ spexdo
❛ I don't want to make your ego any BIGGER but I owe you one, Dash. You really saved my butt tonight, thanks. ❜
spexdo
❛ I saw you looking at Stacy, you animal. Go near her && I cut up your suit into confetti! ❜
spexdo said: That’s exactly how I see them! haha Violet the more understanding one and Dash the smooth, popular, playboy one. pfft
Violet is just grateful that her and Dash have too much of an age gap for him to be in high school while she is because she's 100% the "does your brother like me???" thing would happen and she'd throw up on everyone. it's so much worse durinG hero work time cause Vi'll be doing their job and sure Dash will be doing it to but he'll also be winking at cute girls and showing off while Violet just "dash pLS. PLS DASH STOP".
I'm going to be making an exclusives list when I get back home because bxddypine inspired me to do it && it would be easier for me because Helen and I are SO attached to a handful of RPers/characters, it's not even funny uwu
