violet parr.

⋆.˚✮ 27. ex-listicle writer & editor, full-time sigher.

[violetheroism]

⋆｡𖦹°‧🫧₊˚⊹♡ violet parr.

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listicle writer & newsletter editor for beakfeed

new resident of new elias, all the new-new

age: 27 years old species: superhuman dob: july 14 hair: curly, brown-black, reaches mid-back eyes: violet height: 1.68 m (5 ft 6 in)

usual haunts: elias botanical garden, elias enchanted library, elias museum of history & art, fantasia theatre, mamma ode's cafe, pit stop diner, scat cat records, the mall !!!

( internally ) inspired by: violet parr ( the incredibles & the incredibles II ), mia thermopolis ( the princess diaries ), more to come...?

daughter of heroes, admirer of heroes, no such hero herself

playwright, screenwriter (nothing published, nothing tried!)

force-field maker, invisibility expert

loves pop punk music & jazz music

very much teenaged girl in her 20s

alexa play dirty little secret by all-american rejects

[violetheroism]

[ 🦇 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is a fear they never talk about ?

[ 🔒 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is a secret they’ve sworn never to tell ?

[ 🦇 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is a fear they never talk about ?

violet fears being not enough as a normal person. ( "we act normal, mom, i wanna BE normal!" ) what if she's not even good at being normal? what if she's done all this, rejecting being a hero, hiding her powered self away, giving up on using her powers...what if it's all for nothing? and she's still too incomplete even as a normal person? and the fact that she tried helping people with investigating missing persons, saving people during the storm, only to get kidnapped herself and nothing come from it other than 'well yeah, that just happens'...the fear is: what if everything amounts to nothing? what if her parents and her brother are just too big, too fast, too glorious, even for her? not good enough as a hero, not good enough as a normal person. can't even hold down a job. can't even write when that's the only thing that made her happy in metroville. what if her fate is just to never be seen? there it is.

she also fears losing her family to the dangers of being a superhero. just like their parents lost their friends.

[ 🔒 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is a secret they’ve sworn never to tell ?

you mean other than all those footsteps coming in and out of dash's bedroom window most nights?

once, she won a young playwrights award that would have had her attending a workshop in new york city for four weeks. this was right after her play was chosen to be performed by the school in her senior year. it was the highlight of her life.

but part of the application was to showcase herself, not just her writing. and they had a lot of questions about her family and what it was like to grow up in metroville. violet was eighteen and still living in this fear of being found out. so she declined it in a hurry. the award was passed on to someone else. and she never told her family.

[punchthemultiverse]

it took a lot to make america stumble, but the arm swinging out still gave her pause. she was too slow to duck. "¡oye! watch where you're —huh."

the words died on her tongue, because she recognized the exact piece of paper in the hand that nearly knocked her over. "i got one of those, too." suddenly, her interest was piqued; she turned to face the other with raised eyebrows. "you don't happen to have insider information about it or anything, do you?"

[violetheroism]

it took all her willpower to not go invisible and flee the scene. "i'm so sorry, i didn't mean to," violet rushed out the words, "i didn't see you, i —"

saved by the mystery. she blew out an anxious breath as the woman spoke, steadying a little as her mind went back to the matter at hand. "okay, so it's definitely widespread." she gave a weak smile. "i…don't. i just have suspicions. i really don't think this is going to end well, though. either the people organising it mean bad news from the start, or the bad news will find it." violet paused, then looked to the woman again. "you ever seen anything like this before?"

[sharpestbow]

Kate flinched more out of reflex than pain, one hand lifting automatically to her shoulder as she blinked at the paper that had just clipped her and then up at Violet with an expression that was equal parts surprise and amusement.

“Ow." The woman said, tone immediately softening into a grin. “Okay, that was aggressive for a bakery table.”

She glanced at the invitation Violet was holding, then at the crumbs, then back at her.

“I respect the commitment to the mystery.” Kate leaned in slightly, peering at the paper like she could intimidate it into confessing. “This absolutely looks like one of those things that’s either completely normal or contains the beginning of a very expensive problem.”

Then she took in the phrase evil, red herring paper and laughed under her breath. “That is such a specific level of suspicion. Which, to be fair, usually means you’re right.”

She reached out, not taking the invitation, just angling her head so she could see it better. “Any weird texture? Hidden seams? Anything that screams ‘secret society’ or is it just being annoyingly plain on purpose?” Her mouth twitched. “Because if somebody went through the trouble of making an invitation that looks this boring, I feel like that’s almost more suspicious.”

Kate glanced around the bakery patio, then back to Violet. “Also, for the record, if this is the kind of clue that only reveals itself under dramatic lighting, I’m going to be extremely annoyed on your behalf.”

[violetheroism]

"Sorry," she repeated, in a more embarrassed whisper. Her hand went limp, the invitation still held up in the air but going floppy. "The aggression has nothing to do with the bakery, I swear, do NOT let me an obstacle between you and these cakes." Of course this had to happen today, she was overdue for a social blunder.

It was nice to hear, though, that she wasn't the only one who thought there was something else to these invitations. "Thank you. Expensive or traumatising. Usually both. But always a problem."

Violet straightened the paper a little so the stranger could see it better. And as the paper was inspected, Violet did some inspecting back — there was something about the woman's face that struck her as familiar, in the turn of her nose, or the shine in her eye. She wasn't really a stranger at all. There was a flicker of recognition in Violet's eyes as it came to her — the name escaped her, but this was someone from the Avengers campus. A place she seldom visited, her whole family working there now.

The words 'secret society' brought her back to the moment. "...are those real? Actually, you know what, if it's in Elias I'm not surprised." Then Violet broke into a laugh. "I think they were going for a high-society minimalist look. But I don't know enough about how the 1% lives and how they manufacture and distribute invitations." She flipped the invitation back and around. "I think after all that, it's really just going to be a regular invitation. But an invitation to what?"

Violet set the invitation down, sliding it across the table as if to invite the woman to pick it up for her own perusal. She sighed and smoothed her hair back with both hands, looking up at her curiously. "Hey, you're…you're at the Academy, aren't you?"

[violetheroism]

ask, i guess !

[violetheroism]

open starter

location: main street bakery (old elias)

sat at one of the outdoor tables, violet held the beautiful invitation in her hand. somehow a few crumbs from her spongecake had fallen on it, so she brushed them off with her fingers. but not even a sprinkle of sugar revealed the paper to be anything more than just —

"paper. it's just...paper," she frowned. "but, of course, it's just paper. evil, red herring paper."

violet's frown was set. when a ray of sunlight made her squint, she had the brilliant idea of holding it up to the sun, thinking the paper might undergo somekind of chemical reaction and reveal invisible ink, but all that happened was her accidentally whacking someone with it.

"—sorry!"

[fangedchaos]

nimona had planned on spending their afternoon sketching in the botanical gardens - the weather was perfect for it, sunny and warm with the slightest breeze. they'd tossed their sketchbook into their messenger bag with a handful of various art supplies - pens, markers, pencils of different colors - and set out after lunch. unfortunately things don't always go to plan and after an hour and change of mostly erasing things, they'd given up their own artistic endeavors in favor of observing the artistic endeavors of others... which is how they found themself here, at the art museum.

they stood facing one of the paintings, their eyes flitting from object to person to landscape. a soft hum left their lips and they leaned sideways a little - just enough to sliiiightly invade the personal space of the person standing closest to them; enough to catch their attention without touching them. "do you ever wonder what they're thinking?" nimona asked, eyes still focused on the painting in front of them. "the people in the paintings, i mean."

[violetheroism]

violet saw them slowly coming in from her peripheral vision and she wondered at what point she should react. maybe they were just trying to get a better angle at the painting? she'd been staring at this one for longer than she intended, but it seemed like every time she thought she could tear herself away, something caught her eye.

a new little detail. the brushstrokes on a hat. the way a mouth was tilted up or down — were they smiling or frowning? what reason did they have for doing so?

when a question was finally thrown out there, she had to smile.

"not...really. i think about whoever made it. why they decided to paint them like that. or...how long it took for them to decide to paint it like that," she whispered, not wanting to break the trance of the painting. her eyes flickered towards the firey-haired stranger. "are you an artist?"

[donniehamctos]

* // open starter for ⤫ : everyone.

The city felt different after New York. It lacked the rush of busy people with a million places to be. The impatience of the east coast was truly unique. His skateboard cracked sharply against the pavement as he dropped it down in front of him, one foot settling onto it with practiced ease. The motion was automatic at this point. Familiar muscle memory from years of skating through alleyways and rooftops trying to outrun his own thoughts. The late evening air was warm enough that he’d ditched the heavy hoodie for once, sleeves shoved up to his elbows while his goggles rested loosely around his neck. His duffel bag sat abandoned beside the bench nearby, still half unpacked from the trip and now his stuffed with gym clothes.

Jasper would absolutely complain about it later. The thought pulled the faintest smile out of him before he caught himself doing it. Donnie pushed off hard against the pavement, skateboard rolling smoothly beneath him as he glided down the stretch of sidewalk bordering the park. New York had given him too much time to think. About Jasper. About the engagement sitting heavy and warm on his finger. About Yoshi. About the encrypted files currently hidden on three separate drives involving mutagen stabilization and a project labeled For Raph.

Maybe that was why he nearly clipped someone while turning too sharply around the corner. Donnie jerked sideways at the last second, sneaker dragging hard against concrete to stop himself before collision.

“Woah, okay, either you appeared out of nowhere,” he said immediately, stepping one foot off the board as he steadied himself, “or my depth perception has finally been destroyed by sleep deprivation.” His eyes flicked upward properly then, expression easing into something dry but noticeably less guarded than it used to be. “Please say the first one. It’d be less medically concerning for me.”

[violetheroism]

Violet gasped like the wind had been taken out of her, but she'd managed to stay upright — and just very shocked. She held her notebook and pen to her chest, her heart beating rapidly.

"The first one," she said without thinking. Truth be told, Violet didn't actually know if she'd been walking invisible or visible, but the former was more likely to be true. She'd been known to pace around in her invisible form when she was really caught in her thoughts, and a walk through suburbia was the surest way for her to get lost (sometimes literally too).

It took her a second to recognise the guy; with a different get-up and a starkly different environment (no books!), she almost didn't. But when her eyes settled on his face, she brightened. "Oh, hey, it's you! Donatello Hamato," Violet grinned. "Wow, that's a mouthful. But, like, a really cool one. How are you, I haven't seen you haunting a dark corner with a pile of books recently."

Should she have introduced herself? She'd said everything in such a rush, she didn't know if he could place her just from her voice, so instead of potentially interrupting him, she just waited with a slightly more awkward smile.

[shadowjinu]

the problem with people seeing his face everywhere was that he couldn't go anywhere in peace. sometimes he liked to make people squirm by saying not all koreans looked the same and he was in no way famous, but he wasn't in the mood for that today.

all he wanted to do was eat in peace. and for goodness sake, he was by himself. anyone wanting his autograph surely would want the rest of them too? he had fans of course but damn was it annoying not getting to do things in peace. although some days were worse than others. sometimes he liked getting the attention.

he played the part convincingly as she ordered. at least now he wouldn't be that guy who almost lost her favorite pen or whatever the hell she was holding a grudge about. that happened ages ago. he paid the person and quickly walked away.

"that's funny. i'm never free." he almost laughed at the statement. jinu wasn't free at all. if it wasn't one of the workers it would be someone else. "i don't know if it isn't obvious or what, but i really don't want the attention on me." he thought that was obvious when he'd had her pretend to be his girlfriend. "that's okay. i don't know what a cruffin is and i don't think i want to know." he'd rather eat what he ordered. "now i'm doubly offended. do i look like a tech billionaire entrepreneur?" he snorted. jinu furrowed his brow. "i'm a singer. jinu saja, leader of the saja boys. you've had to have heard our song soda pop before." he tilted his head to the side. he couldn't tell if she really didn't know who he was or she just didn't care.

"i guess not everyone listens to k-pop here," he mused out loud. "what's your actual name so i don't call you pen lady or lunch saviour?" jinu looked around and thankfully no one was paying attention to them. "i'm not usually this annoying."

[violetheroism]

violet started picking off pieces of a cruffin, eating as she walked out of the shop with him. "never is a strong word," she couldn't help but say. violet had her fair share of doom and gloom (just that morning she'd lamented that she'd never find another job) but it was always easier to try and encourage someone else rather than herself. "oh, jeez, it's not nuclear, it's just a croissant-muffin. a cruffin. see?" she held up the one she was picking bite-sized pieces from.

as he introduced himself (re-introduced?), violet stared at him. she tried to place his face somewhere with bright lights — album covers? but as soon as he mentioned 'soda pop', her eyes widened. "oh my god. stop, you were everywhere. are everywhere ♫ da-na-na-na, my little soda —" violet halted, red-faced. "sorry! of course you know it," she rolled her eyes at herself.

this was different. superhero-famous was different to musician-famous. musicians had people screaming and crying at their feet, while superheroes often had screaming and shouting for different reasons (at least, in metroville).

now the weird autograph moment made sense. that was a hell of a viral song. and she vaguely remembered everyone crying about how hot the singers were.

"but hey, enough people do if you're still getting mobbed in elias." violet looked around as well, suddenly feeling like she owed it to him to help him find privacy. "i'm violet parr. nice to officially meet you, jinu. you're okay — i'd say i'm not usually this, uh, stubborn but apparently i am." she gave an apologetic smile. "you know, if we head down that way…" she pointed down a thin street, "it cuts through some residential streets and gets you to new elias. if that's where you're headed."

[1nquirer]

politicians were always a problem everywhere. they hand-waved a lot of their mistakes and excused themselves by saying 'you don't know what it's like when you're in the position, you have to make difficult choices'. well, boohoo to those people. they put themselves in that position, they wanted the power, so they had to deal with consequences.

"will you ever go back?" she asked. agnes was getting attached to violet, to the point that agnes dare not consider the possibility of losing her new friend. but people come and go. agnes couldn't demand them to stay because she wanted to. that's what agnes told herself, especially when it came to her parents.

agnes' widened at violet's answer. it was good that violet found her answers... "wait, what do you mean? so you're saying there's a lot of things that they leave out of the archives? are they hiding secrets?"

but agnes reigned herself back as she noticed some slight shift to violet's demeanour. "are you okay?"

suddenly, telling violet aboutbeing fired from a job seemed non-urgent and... silly.

[violetheroism]

the question gave her pause. she puffed out her cheeks and blew out some air as she thought. "um…i wanna say…no. metroville was nice, but growing up there was weird…" violet shook her head. "it feels like i should go back. to help make it better. someone's got to. that's…kinda the realest answer i can give right now," violet admitted with a shrug.

one of the reasons for metroville's not-niceness was the need for secrets. and here she was, persisting with the same old one with a new friend. a friend she considered close. a close friend she could trust. not just with a party trick, or as a passing 'hey look what i can do', like she did with others, but the truth and emotions that came with it too…

violet looked at the people around them, then down at her hands.

…she thought over her options as agnes asked her next questions. and when she spoke again, it was with a renewed vigour:

"i don't know if they're leaving it out on purpose. i felt more like a case of me not knowing what i'm even looking for. i have no precedent for magical things, so i didn't know where to start," she sighed. "but…that being said…the council is definitely spread way too thin. i think things are happening that they didn't even think could happen. they're not prepared."

she'd gained so much momentum with her speech that when agnes didn't rally right back as she expected, violet had to reign herself in too. she took a moment to slow her breathing. "i'm all right, i promise." she searched agnes' face, seeing the concern suddenly appear there, and she felt even more lucky to have become her friend.

"...okay, look…i'm definitely hearing your secret. because i'm guessing you have one," she whispered, with a small smile. "but just to get it out there...the thing i spoke about with jasper, i'm pretty sure i was kidnapped over christmas — i'm fine!!" she quickly added. "i got back all in one piece, but it was a magical christmas monster kidnapping thing. and i've just been...recovering. sometimes when i slow down i feel like it all catches up to me. but i'm okay."

[chessmorrigan]

closed starter for: @violetheroism location: the grotto time: two clock turns before closing (midnight)

the day hadn't gone anywhere near how chess thought it would go, as days around here rarely did. after a diversion pulled him out of his original plans to monitor the grotto from a feline view, he instead decided to lap the market from time to time on two legs. easy to blend in with a crowd when you're of similar height. but now it was getting later, crowds were starting to thin, and chess had been thinking about the shop every since he scurried out of it with his tail shot straight up. the girls that had been left in charge didn't know the true lay of the land and chess needed to return in order to make sure that the demon twins hadn't set it on fire while he was away.

a sigh of relief passed their lips as the caravan still stood tall, a hand running through blond hair as chess braced themself to walk in. it was quite peculiar how suddenly the cat seemed to care about things and people around them. he tried not to dwell on it.

instead, chess walked into the grotto with his head held high and hands shoved in his pockets, like he had nothing to do but spend money he didn't have. immediately their gaze zeroed in on violet, who had been working today in curly's absence. he sauntered over to the register and offered a temperature check masked as a smile. "it is almost time to lock the doors," they said, looking to the wall where he knew a clock to be. "how are you feeling?"

[violetheroism]

"oh, hey," she blinked, surprised to see them.

she hadn't seen chess in months, she thought their interactions had been scenes in a rough draft. a stranger saying they were as old as a millennia? speaking nonsense? the play could practically write itself. and funnily enough, it was today that violet started scribbling down ideas again — right there in the notebook she had on the grotto's register desk. the uncanny setting of the underland, lines of dialogue she'd overheard, questions that had no solid answers … but perhaps she could ask them again on a stage and have it shared around.

in other words, a bunch of highbrow, Absurdist mumbo jumbo. how her family ever sat through one of her plays, she'd never know.

it had been so long since violet thought of herself as a playwright, longer than the last time she saw chess, at least. and now that they were standing right in front of her, she felt some shame in thinking of them only as a character rather than a living, breathing human being. a quirky and confusing one, sure, but still an autonomous human walking around the earth.

not everyone needed to be a character. even if that was how violet used to make sense of people. bystanders, plot devices, heroes, villains…

she shook herself out of her reverie, looking down at her open notebook of dialogue notes. "i — um — sorry, that's not work-related, it's — " she took a pile of receipts and covered the notebook with it, "anyway..." violet looked to where chess looked, squinting at the time. "jeez, it's that time already? did you, uh — did you want to buy something? welcome to the grotto?" she gave a wonky smile. "and i'm okay. thank you. for asking. and yourself?"

[mavisvaduva]

mavis hesitated for just a second too long before sitting, like the chair might ask more of her than she was ready to give. her fingers brushed the edge of the table, then curled into her lap, neat and controlled in a way that didn’t quite match the flicker of something unsettled in her expression.

“a word?” she echoed softly, a faint huff of a laugh following it. “that feels… hard.” her gaze dropped to the paper violet had picked up, like it might already be judging her for whatever she was about to say... or not say.

she leaned back slightly, eyes narrowing in thought. “i think people always assume it’s going to be something big,” she murmured, almost more to herself than to violet. “something poetic, or tragic enough to sound meaningful.” a small pause. her eyes flicked back up, studying violet now, something softer slipping through the cracks of her composure. “what if the word is… too small?” she asked, quieter. “like it doesn’t quite carry what i mean, but it’s the only one i've got?”

[violetheroism]

she'd been trying not to worry about her friend, but that ill-timed wind she was thinking about before, the one that could blow mavis or her words away, threatened them from a distance. violet almost offered to just talk about something else. maybe even not talk at all. but instead, she waited. practically at the edge of her seat.

a word? at that, violet nodded. she placed the pen down gently but her hand remained on the cool surface of the paper, and when mavis looked away to think, there was a sort of reprieve. she took the time to reflect, asking herself the same question of the power of a word, and what word would it be? what word could she possibly start with that explained how she felt right now?

"small to whom?" violet smiled softly. "it already carries meaning because it's your word. it could be 'hotdog' and that's still something. a memory, a promise, an inside joke," she encouraged gently. "you absolutely don't have to share it if you don't want to." she slid the paper and pen across to mavis, just a few inches. "also...having a mental block for writing is so normal, and for something like this, you shouldn't have to rush or say what you think others wanna hear. your own words, at your own pace." violet paused for a beat. "and if you want a glittery pen, i have those too."

[luzuramagic]

——— luz stared at violet with pure amazement, at least, she believed she was staring at violet. was she technically staring through her? it didn't matter how or where really, what mattered is that violet was gifted with incredible powers and luz's socks were knocked clear into next tuesday. "You can turn invisible!?" she screeched, a little too enthused.

"how did you do that? were you born with your powers or did you get them in some freak accident? like did you get hit with an invisible ray gun? are you a superhero!" her eye lit up. luz had to remind herself to reel it in. with a deep breath, she centered herself and tried to act nonchalant. "i mean, that was really cool."

she tilted her head ever so slightly. luz never imagined someone would come to her for help. she wasn't as knowledgeable as amity or eda. there was still so much she had to learn about magic but the thought of violet wanting help from her made her insides pool with warmth. luz was going to make sure that whatever violet needed, she was going to do her best to provide. "maybe me." she repeated with a nod. "yeah! magic from symbols. i saw shapes in the spell circles eda created ... when i drew what i saw .. light appeared. i've found there's a symbol for everything. light, fire, ice, etc."

[violetheroism]

"SHHH!" violet pushed luz gently, bringing them further into the aisle. she looked behind them to see if the loud screech had bothered anyone. but when she faced luz again, it was with amusement. having someone be so excited about what she could do was definitely a welcome change. and then came all the questions.

she waved her hands weakly in front of her. "whoa, hey, slow down —" there was only a brief waiting period before luz took her moment to try and be cool again, and violet cracked a smile. "thank you. i was born with them, and i just…i just do them, i guess? there's training involved too," she said, "and admittedly, i…don't do a lot of it. i'm not a superhero." violet's eyes flickered to the side, self-conscious. "i can also do another thing. i can make force-fields, but they're kinda crap."

this was nice. for a second, violet just revelled in that feeling again of showing her powers and not feeling terrified. "right…okay…" she nodded, brows furrowed in thought. "i have some symbols that i found…they're at home, i'm kinda bad at drawing but maybe if you take a look you could see if they're familiar? if they fit the…language that you know? all i know is that it's to do with…winter. and holidays. is that your…world?"

[totallycerwing]

open starter. location: streets of the underland

clover is not particularly ditzy, not unless on purpose to claim the attention she so fiercely believes belongs to her, but she is focused when needed be and that leads to accidents sometimes. she has been on a mission of surveiling the underland, making sure there is no trouble to be found, at least not out in the open. and her eyes scanning the shops fail to notice the people right in front of her, causing her to walk into someone in full force.

"oh my, geez, i'm so so so so sorry, ouch."

[violetheroism]

" — ack! — whoa —" the bump had led violet to bump into a teetering table. she grabbed the vase before it could fall, but a tin can of jingling change fell off, all the coins spilling to the ground. "oh, crap — i got it, i got it, i got it —" she began picking up the coins. it was a hard job with all the people walking around and how full the grotto caravan area was gtting. around them sparkled all of ariel's items for sale and perusal, with the trinket trove extending behind the caravan too. violet herself looked a bit sparkly, decked out in a purple-gem necklace (not glowing or otherwise cursed) she bought elsewhere.

"sorry, can you —?" violet looked up at the stranger with a smile, desperation in her eyes as she gestured at the wayward coins.

[arielnystrom]

open event starter location: the ‘scat cat records’ pop-up time: 8pm

ariel had worked in every version of a community market the greater area had to offer, but the gloam market always had a very prominent piece of her heart. to find home here full time and to be able to host an event that celebrated her neighbors at the same time - it was a dream come true for the mermaid. organizing this event introduced her to businesses she had never stepped in before - beautiful shops and restaurants that helped breathe culture through the cities. she had a feeling that this would be a great marketing opportunity for everyone showcased this evening, not just the grotto.

with the shop left in capable hands, ariel was making a lap around the rest of the market, where traditionally empty spaces had been filled by stalls that normally didn’t see this side of the bridge. whispers of the event seemed to be mixed, for some didn’t necessarily agree with ariel that the underland could be welcoming if it so chose, but still she ran around with a grin on her face. twirling in her dress. basking in the fanfare.

one of the events she was looking most forward to was the line up of DJs and bands that would soon get ready to play into the night. with the help of mister o’malley and the rest of the crew at scat cat, they managed to get a robust spread of entertainment. she watched as the next act set up, excitement bubbling up as instruments started to tune. she looked to the person next to her and grinned. “just to warn you - if you stay next to me, i’m eventually going to ask you to dance.”

[violetheroism]

violet walked with her hands deep in her pockets, jogging away from the stall to make the most of her little break. she walked like this, exploring the market, until about ten minutes in when she realised, she could just go invisible.

exploring unseen, she let herself look at things for longer than what was usually deemed appropriate. she watched locals peel away from the shadows, and though their faces looked weathered and pale from lack of the bright sunlight found in elias, in their eyes was curiosity. she watched a child stare at the heart-shaped pizzas sold by pizza planet, until the vendor decided to give him one for free. she saw a man try out a drink from the lucky cat stall, his eyes widening from either the brain freeze or the sweetness. this was the real magic of elias: the people.

and wasn't the underland once part of elias? or somehow part of it all anyway?

there were still parts that made her wary. peering down a dark alleyway, being bumped against in her headless form — a fear jolted inside of her. it seemed like she would see the face of krampus himself the longer she looked down that alley, and she was only able to unstick her feet from the ground when someone bumped into her again. this time, they'd said 'sorry!'.

violet became visible again, breathing heavily. walking alone had her disappear off the face of the earth last time. she was not about to make the same mistake again. and what could be less alone than a dancefloor?

not that violet was going to dance anytime soon. spotting ariel, she lifted her hands as if in surrender. caught by the boss. "oh nooooooo, i don't dance. can't, actually. i'm technically working," she teased. "and i was born with two left feet," she laughed. "but i can hold your stuff while you do the hustle or something." violet smiled, holding out her arms like a coat rack. "how are you! are you actually giving yourself a break? i promise i'm on my way back, by the way, i just wanted to check this corner out."

[ericseara]

open event starter ft. the grotto reopening !

option a: hey! don't touch that.

“hey! i wouldn’t do that if i were you.” eric’s voice cut in quick, a hand shooting out to grab someone’s wrist before they could pick up one of the stranger-looking items sitting on a nearby vendor’s table. whatever it was, it pulsed faintly, like it had a heartbeat of its own. he let go just as fast, stepping back like he didn’t want to be any closer to it than necessary. he ran a hand through his hair, glancing between them and the object with a frown. “do you have any idea what that thing is?”

option b: cat therapy? yes, please.

eric hadn’t expected the underland to include… this. tucked between darker stalls sat the lucky cat café pop-up, warm light spilling out as a handful of cats wandered lazily between patrons like they owned the place. he crouched down, one already climbing into his lap like it had chosen him specifically, and let out a quiet laugh under his breath. “yeah, alright,” he muttered, scratching behind its ears like this was the most normal thing in the world. then he glanced up at someone nearby, a grin breaking through. “don’t tell anyone, but i think this might be the best part of the night.” he paused, eyeing another cat weaving between ankles. “you thinking about adopting one, or just here for the cuddles?”

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[violetheroism]

[ option a! ]

violet's eyes flashed with anger at being grabbed, but in the same second, the object pulsed. she blinked, watching it for a solid five seconds just to be sure she was seeing the right thing. "oh, jeez," she breathed out, furrowing her brows. massaging her wrist with her other hand, she turned to face the grabber, a mixture of relief and caution on her face. "i have no idea. i think i forgot this is still…" she stopped herself from saying 'the underland' with a tone of judgment. the whole point was to get to know the place with an open mind, not have a front row seat to criticise it. "a strange light could sometimes be good…right?"

[incredibledash]

closed starter for: @violetheroism location: casa de incredible time: noon on a saturday. too early.

dash was just getting out of bed, gliding down the stairs as he made his first daily excursion to the kitchen for some coffee and a protein shake. it wasn't often that he wasted a morning, but the night before had called for it. wandering in at 3am after party hopping at the university, he could definitely use a few more hours of sleep if he didn't have work - but it wasn't the first time dash had to run on empty. especially on a saturday.

he rounded the corner into the dining room, his pace slowing when he spotted his sister sitting at the table. somehow, ever since the storm a couple months ago, dash looked to violet like she could shatter in his hands - that thin layer of ice you could crush with just enough pressure. his demeanor had changed, waving on the side of caution.

but, he tried not to be too obvious.

he stopped behind her for a moment as she sat on her computer, eyes on the screen but not focused in a way that would process what she was doing. usually it would be work stuff at this time, but who knew what she was doing on her computer these days? that wasn't what dash cared about.

"que paso? " he asked, moving to the kitchen to start the coffee pot and grab a pack of poptarts. he ripped the silver package and held it up for her to see. "did you eat?"

he threw a pack of poptarts in her direction before taking a bite of his own.

[violetheroism]

weekends had started to mean less to violet since she lost her job. she hated that this was one of the more unexpected results of losing a schedule like that; time could so quickly feel so limitless, but violet started to realise she needed those limits. she needed a schedule, expectations, commitments. she had just hated it when they were set by someone else, other than herself.

violet was coming to realise that maybe she didn't need to be working for 'the man', so to speak. people started their own businesses all the time, didn't they?

one such endeavour she had her eyes on, though not really a business, was displayed on her screen now. the voice of elias. violet adjusted her headband so her hair was out of her face. she had half a coffee cooling on the counter from much earlier in the morning. and at some point she'd put a pot on the stove for…something. but everything had stopped when she saw one of the page's last posts. a community patrol. did anything come of that idea? violet had been researching about patrols for about an hour, and then got stuck for the next hour, looking back at the original post. the idea of breakfast had well and truly escaped her mind, and now it was lunchtime.

she noticed her little brother walk down, figuring he was just going to go about his business and ignore her. one of them had to be enjoying their life. so when he actually spoke to her, she was mildly surprised.

"i, uh…no," she admitted, slowly processing the moment. violet looked around just in time to see him throw the poptarts, and she caught it. she double-checked the time on the clock and gave him a look. "you're up early."

finally looking away from her screen, she switched to another one. turning on the tv in the corner of the living room, it showed a rerun of their old favourite saturday cartoons. violet's mouth twitched to a smile. she unwrapped the poptarts and started eating.

"what are you doing today?" she asked, not turning to face him as she continued to watch. "mom and dad left to do…i dunno…avengers campus, or something. so you can — wait, have you started? did you start already?!" this time, she spun around, eyes fixed on him.