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Vox loves a challenge ♡♡♡

Found this in my drafts.

Not entirely sure what I wanted to do with them?

I remember this story mom told me and my sister when we were little. Two frogs fall into a milk churn, and start swimming to stay on the surface. After a long time, one of the frogs tells the other that it's tired of swimming, and is just going to give up now. The frog sinks and drowns, while the other frog keeps swimming. Eventually the surviving frog that never gave up has been swimming for so long that the milk has been churned into butter, and the frog can hop out. The moral of the story is that life feels hopeless a lot, but if you give in to despair, you fucking die.

I had two aunts from my father's side. I don't remember anything about one of them, she died when I was three years old. We were never lied to about how it happened. She killed herself, jumped out of a window. She gave in to despair. My paternal grandmother lost her mind over the grief, developing dementia overnight. I never knew her as a sane, coherent person. She gave in to the despair. That's what I was taught, that's how I was raised. Life is pain, but if you give in to the despair, you fucking die.

I am an optimist. Always have been. I had to be. Indulging in pessimistic fatalism was a luxury that I could not afford. I'm not an optimist out of some naive lack of awareness that life can be bad sometimes. I grew up very familiar with how bad life can be. I was an optimist in believing - against all the proof of the contrary - that life could be other things, too. That it's possible that there could be a life that doesn't hurt all the time.

I can't afford to be a pessimist. I don't pretend to believe that things will never get bad, but I have no choice but to believe that no matter how bad things will get, there can be good things in life, no matter what. I don't talk to my family anymore, but I did survive being raised by them. The ones who give up hope don't make it. If you let the darkness seep in, and give in to despair, you die.

that girl you just called fat? she sucked so much dick last night. stomach full of dick. so much cock. that boy you just laughed at for wearing glasses? got sperm in this eye. lost all his sight. loves sucking dick. got so much dick. that girl you just laughed at in the wheelchair? she fucked your man so hard. left her paralysed. vagina broke.

Weird Cat Outside

I felt like this meme fit Val well. I realized it would probably make a better animatic though, so I had some fun with the ending for this comic.

Cat Vox ate all the bullets.

the vees are yapper4yapper4yapper and radiovees could never work because alastor's social battery is simply not equipped to handle this all the time. i will die on the hill that "aggressive charisma" is a behavior alastor performs, not who he is, and in reality his tolerance for other people's unhinged ranting (val), offensively empty chatter (velvette), and mile-a-minute hyperactivity (vox) is so so low. he barely gets through charlie's relationship woes and he cuts people off multiple times with the painfully bright, pushy personality he only pulls out when he wants them to shut the hell up and/or just give him what he wants already. in mundane social settings he's much more reserved. so i don't think he would be able to handle living with all three of the vees together, 24/7, the way they seem to, but you know who'd fit in perfectly? lucifer

when you grew up as a lonely uncool girl it will never stop haunting you by the way. you will meet a cool person at a bar or the train station or at a friend's party and you can wear your most stylish outfit and striking eye makeup and you will swear that they can see through all of the facade and see the lonely terribly insecure teenage girl you used to be who desperately wanted to connect and you will swear that they know that there is like an insurmountable gap between you. this will happen forever

Your parents are not "narcissists". They're typical authoritarian assholes who treat you like their property because society allows them to.

Your ex boyfriend is not a "narcissist". He's a typical misogynistic douchebag who treats women like shit because society allows him to.

Your boss is not a "narcissist". They're a typical classist dipshit who thinks workers' entire purpose in life is to generate profit because society allows them to.

And even if they happen to be a "narcissist", that's not what gave them the power to get away with abuse.

So stop blaming mental illness and start blaming society's normalization of abuse. Stop acting like someone has to have a mental illness in order to do something cruel when ordinary people have been doing atrocious things since forever.