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It's an honour lol (no but like he wouldn't kill me so let's just say that I got blasted with the luke womanning bisexual beam and i died because it was so awesome i melted)
Diabolik lovers, this bitch especially, would be what kills me. (that are honestly the Hazbin Fandom. But we’re ignoring the video on the left because I get recommended hazbin videos. That’s just how YouTube works)
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Velvette and Valentino decide that the only way they can get back at Vox is by taking away his body. And the only way he can have it back is if they get to keep him so high he can't process his surroundings. He's dying, drowning in their punishment. Screaming, crying out for anyone to hear him. Anyone to save him.
But nobody came.
cw: infantilism, forced infantilization, improper use of drugs (as a punishment), inaccurate drug trip (I am not getting high just so I can write an accurate trip) Starvation, angst without a happy ending, SO much Radiosilence mention/Radiosilence angst
"Val! Vel! I'm sorry!"
They had mounted his head on the wall in the lounge like an actual TV.
He was no longer a person. He was a thing.
Valentino just chuckled. "It's your fault, carino. You know we're only doing this for your own good."
Stripped of his autonomy…
Velvette piped up from her spot on the couch as she scrolled through her phone. “It’s your fault! If you had just listened to us and not gone off on that shitty deer, you wouldn’t be in this mess!”
It’s your fault… it’s your fault… its your fault…
The thought echoed in his mind until he started to believe it. It IS his fault… it had to be.
days went by… maybe weeks…
Vox could still get hungry even as just a head. Even then it took Val long enough to whittle down Velvette, just to get her on board with the idea of giving Vox some food.
“Here you go, Voxxy! Here comes the ChooChoo!” Val cooed as Vox sat in a custom-made highchair.
Vox scoffed. “Guys this is ridiculous. PLEASE just give me my body back and I can eat some food!”
“Hell no! This is a punishment! You haven’t been good enough to deserve it back!” Velvette laughed as she recorded this embarrassing scene for future blackmail purposes.
“Come on, guys! You both have a very important businesses to run in, so I don’t need to spend time looking after my business!” Vox tries to reason with them, though the arguments did a little to sway them.
“Velvette, I’m sorry! I’m so sorry! I’ll do anything! I’ll fund your next fashion show no questions asked! I’ll be your model! You can have 51% shares in my company!” He was getting desperate.
Velvette smirked, her voice dripping with saccharin sympathy. “Oh… but you see, I can have all of that and more because of this little video!”
Vox paused for a moment. He didn’t wanna have to do this, Val wasn’t as dumb as he seems. This could backfire if he had one of his rare intelligent moments, but it was his only hope. “Val… if you let me have my body back, we could have some fun! Whatever you wanted! How much fun are you really gonna have with me while I’m just a head!”
“Oh trust me I’ve already been cooking up. A lot of ideas for my… personal movie collection.” Valentino smirked.
Vox felt his blood run cold. He was afraid of what might happen to him. He was just a head. What sick twisted things could Valentino do to him.
After one meal, back up on the wall he goes. Who knows how long it’ll be this time.
This was pathetic.
This was humiliating!
he was less than a child to them, a mewling little baby! This wasn’t how it was supposed to be! A man like him should never have been put in this situation! He was left with nothing. To them he was nothing but-
-Entertainment.
That stupid FUCKING deer.
Vox hated him. He hated him even more than he thought he could. Why couldn’t he have just died!? Why couldn’t they both have just died that day?! Why did Vox have to suffer now…?
One tear flowed after the other.
“I wish I was dead…” Vox whispered one night when he thought he was alone.
But the others heard him…
How Valentino and Velvette never realized that part of what made him think death was better than this was them, he’d never know. They thought he was still hung up on that stupid tomato looking deer. In part he was. But it went much deeper than the Radio Demon, the Princess, or the Seraphim. It was them. They were making his life helm more than it already was. He lost everything. He lost his company, his reputation, his fans, the other Vees would never look at him the same way again… and worst of all is that he can’t even visit Shock.Wav because he was mounted on this STUPID WALL!
Nevertheless, they persisted.
Hell was hosting some kind of parade or something. It was expected that the three would go. This might be their chance to get Vox back into the public’s good graces! Maybe even get him to forget about that stupid radio demon for two minutes!
“Come on, Voxxy!” Valentino cooed as he took Vox’s head off the mantle and positioned him back on his body.
Vox let's out a sigh of relief. "Thank you guys-" Before he can get another word out Velvette injects him in the back of his head through one of the ports in his back panel. "OW! What the-..."
The world around him went fuzzy. Everything was spinning. He saw and felt everything at once.
Val stuck him some suit Velvette had prepared and the three of them were shipped off to the parade!
Vox saw himself... he saw how his friends buddied up to Alastor.
Alastor...
The man who humiliated him. Vox... or Vincent rather, spent all that time trying to get Al to be his partner for nothing. He lowered himself to this lovesick fool, he played the part of a little puppy dog, he embarrassed and humiliated himself, and in the end, it didn’t make Alastor like him anymore then if he was genuinely who he was.
What was the point of it all if Alastor was just going to go back on his words.
He spent so much time building up a friendship... believing that Alastor understood him... believing that Alastor was his equal! He's never seen anyone as an equal before Alastor... and yet here he was...
And he mocked him...
He mocked him for reaching out! He mocked him for putting himself out there! Alastor mocked him for wanting to build something with a companion.
"There are no friends in Hell, Vincent!"
Tell that to the little cockroach you picked up a few years later, you low IQ, little hypocrite.
Sometimes Vox wondered if that's all he meant to Alastor... another batch of souls he could trick his way into without having to actually do any work... just like the others...
Alastor used so many people... and then had the nerve to turn around and shame Vox for the exact same thing! Alastor even went as far as projecting what he was really doing to Vel and Val onto Vox...
Velvette and Valentino...
The two traitorous swine...
They knew just how much Alastor had hurt him. They knew exactly what Alastor's rejection had done to him. It destroyed him, hardened his heart into what it was today. It taught him that people who you think are your friends will only laugh at you... use you for their own sick amusement until they get what they want...
Well guess what, Alastor? Apparently you were right!
Vel and Val cozied up to Alastor despite everything! Despite knowing the pain and humiliation this man brought on Vox time and time again... the insecurities that Alastor unearths... the emotional and mental abuse and turmoil he goes through every time Alastor opens his moldy, rot eating mouth... and they didn't care. They cozied up to him and hang off every word like he's the angel's gift to Hell... like Vox used to do... And they couldn't understand why he's mad at them?! The two people who he let his walls down for since... that day... and they sided with the very man making Vox feel worthless RIGHT IN FRONT OF THEM!!
He'd done EVERYTHING for them and how did they repay him? By cozying up to his worst enemy, infantilizing him, and drugging him up so much that he can barely process what's going on around him! He is ruined! How could they do this-a
your fault… your fault… your fault…
Velvette's words echoed in his brain again.
It was his fault that he's in this mess. Right?
...Right...
They... love him. They have to. The Vees are a found family. He made them mad. This is HIS fault. He deserves this...
He deserves this for wanting to prove he's not what Alastor says...
He deserves this for wanting to leave them through death...
He deserves this for being so FUCKING UNGRATEFUL...
He deserves this... he tells himself.
...
When the high finally wore down it'd been a couple hours since the parade and he was back up on the wall with a splitting headache...
He groaned in pain and the other two roll their eyes. "Ugh... Just when it was starting to get nice around here without you constant jabbering!" Velvette scoffed.
Valentino laughed. "Well it was nice to have him as our sweet docile little housewife for once."
Velvette smirked. "Maybe we should do it more often then. He did say he wanted his body back."
Valentino cooed at the idea. "Ooh! Nice! Whenever he's being a bit naughty we can just pump him up with sedatives and watch him stumble about being all sweet and obedient for us."
What kind of a sick twisted hell did Vox find himself in?
How many people on the streets have you seen hauling everything they own in a shopping cart? How many people do you know who see one coming and cross the road to avoid it? How would they react to this, a beautiful and priceless work of art of the same shape and form but far more precious craftsmanship, carrying prettier possessions in a much more tasteful way? Ignoring that all the features which give it status and respectability are both unnecessary and fragile, stripping it of its original context and purpose?
How many ugly and unsightly everyday objects are made avant-garde by reducing their function for the sake of heightening exclusivity? Marble bathtubs, geode sinks, gold-plated toilets- things made for a function which are forcibly divorced from that function to earn respect and regard
Why does worsening an item in specific ways signal improvement or status? The fragility and impracticality screams, "I don't actually need this" while sneering in derision, "can you imagine if I needed this?"
Like pretending to blow your nose into a bedazzled tissue
*grabs tumblr by the face* hey, hey look at me. whatever you do, we are NOT pivoting to "well Hatshepsut COULD be trans because she never said she WASN’T" after we spent years undoing the whole thing where people shoehorn modern gender frameworks into the perception of ancient historical figures whose culture didn't have this framework. we are NOT going to use "don't put words in the ancients' mouths" as an excuse to say "it could still be true because she never said it was false". Hatshepsut - and before her several other female kings like Sobekneferu and Tawosret - only referred to herself with masculine pronouns when she grammatically had to, while she used feminine pronouns everywhere else she could, indicating that she likely didn’t consider herself as anything other than a woman per the ancient Egyptian constructs of such.
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I will always care more about the supportive cishet boyfriend at pride than i will about the wannabe cop queer person interrogating every “straight looking” couple to make sure they’re “queer enough” to be there btw. Don’t worry about your cishet boyfriend, he’s sitting with me eating an ice cream wearing a homemade little pride bracelet around his arm and he is the happiest he’s ever been in his life :]
"He glared at him with anger in his eyes, but behind that longing and sorrow over things left unsaid, a subtle but desperate yearning for things to be different, and with just a hint of roasted nuts right at the end."
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