when vox and i enter Phase Three of our relationship (Phase Three: Family) we co-write a children’s storybook called The Shark and the Kitty and commission val to draw all of the illustrations for it. it’s mostly so we can read it to baby van at nighttime—it is a more idealized, fictionalized (as in the characters are literally a shark and a cat), child-friendly version of the course of his parents’ relationship—but we do market and sell the fuck outta it to the rest of hell, too :)
Clari! Hello i am back once again to ask you what is the "Dari" aesthetic?
Like what are the vibes, do you have any mood boards or anything? 👀👀
hi hi hi sunshine!!! <33 i have an obscenely embarrassing amount of photos saved that remind me of me + dabi but i am absolutely horrid at making moodboards so >.< i tried my best with this HAHAHA but visual aesthetic wise we’re very much that cliché girly girl x bad boy, pink and black type combo <33
i especially love the last photo because that girl looks scarily similar to me LMAOOOO like seriously
in terms of what it feels like: late night drives speeding way too fast through vacant city streets; empty diners at 3am; sharp knuckles and sharp collarbones; icy hands between warm thighs; giggles bouncing off the bark of dense forests; the dainty sound of pills clicking against plastic; warped hardwood floors and a stove with two working burners; dirty fingernails tearing through white lace; combat boots splashing in puddles on the asphalt; midnight double features at the rundown drive-in; hard candy clacking against teeth as sugary tongues force it from one mouth into another; love notes scrawled hastily on torn pieces of paper; scars in the shape of hands, his teeth, his name
Have you thought what your/reader's backstory would be in hsr??👀
ohhh my gosh yes yes YES ehehe but it depends on the character!!! SO:
boothill’s clari is a landscape architect with a specialization in botany/horticulture; she studies and researches intergalactic flora, makes notes for dan heng, devises care/preservation strategies and conservation plans, as well as designs large scale gardens etc for space stations + spaceships. she treats him with more gentleness than anyone else ever has; she treats him with the same tenderness she tends to her delicate little plants with—she treats him like he’s alive.
aventurine’s clari is a high-class escort, ‘adopted’ (aka owned) by sunday—very much a robin situation, where she’s out here trying to bring happiness and pleasure to the visitors and inhabitants of the dreamscape, but she has considerably less freedom than robin does (which is to say, these ideas + purposes are entirely implanted in her head by sunday). she’s a fucking mess, a drug addict, extremely broken on the inside but matches aventurine’s bravado very well on the outside. their relationship is extremely explosive + unstable/chaotic, and they clash a lot due to how similar they truly are. when it’s going good, it’s fucking incredible, but when it’s going bad it’s a goddamn nightmare.
sunday’s clari is a childhood friend who grew up in poverty but managed to pull herself up by her bootstraps and is now well on her way to becoming an eminent intergalactic arts + culture scholar. she’s been busy traversing the cosmos for quite some time, collecting research and life experience, but when she finally returns to sunday and is still deeply unhappy, he decides it is his duty to provide for her, to keep her safe from all of life’s dismays and tragedies, to care for her deeply and devotedly—because he is sure he is the only one who properly knows how to—and thus kidnaps her :) he is a Serious Yandere.
dan heng’s clari is a cheeky little brat but a renowned researcher across the cosmos. he’s studied all of her work to an almost obsessive degree and is both excited and nervous to collaborate with her on a paper—until he actually meets her, realizes she’s an absolute pain in the his ass, and falls for her despite it all.
Clari! Might I ask who all you selfship with? 👀 And what the vibes of each ship is?
marq!!! ◟( ˃̶͈◡ ˂̶͈ )◞ ohhh my gosh what a FUN question okay okay SO
⋆₊˚⊹♡ DARI - dabi x clari
the biggest, most prominent and by far most important self ship i have <333 i love him to absolute death and beyond. our vibe is like,,, sugary sweet bratty little ‘good’ girl x majorly fucked up drug-addicted bad boy. we’re extremely possessive, extremely obsessive, and extremely unhealthy. we take the word co-dependent to a new fucking level. that kind of toxic, all-consuming, endlessly insatiable love where we hurt each other but we love each other too much to leave; it’s more than just an addiction, it’s a need on a chemical level, it’s like we’re each missing something only the other has. and even though our love is crazy and chaotic and toxic as hell it’s still real in the truest, purest form of absolute obsession. we are also fiercely protective over one another. i have a dari tag here and a dari tag here c:
⋆₊˚⊹♡ MIKRI / MANRI - mikey x clari [bonten timeline]
mikey is my beloved Daddy and i am his precious little princess. we’re both bratty little sugar fiends who enjoy being doted on—which is great, because i worship him like he’s my lord and saviour and he takes care of me like i’m a piece of him; something that came from him and belongs to him. he is my Strong Scary Yakuza Man and i am his Delicate Dainty Little Baby <3 he is my physical strength and i am his emotional strength. i have a lil write up about how we met n stuff here!
⋆₊˚⊹♡ VLARI - vox x clari
this one’s kinda weird because like,,, he has a television for a head BUT i am so in love with him. our vibe is a lil difficult to explain because he’s technically my boss, and he technically owns my soul; he plucked me off the streets of hell and molded me into his sweet lil star, his precious little moneymaker, and everything i do in the public eye (and in private too, tbh) must be fully vetted and approved by him. our whole aesthetic centers around class, extravagance, and perfectionism. it’s also very 1950s nuclear family breadwinner man housewife woman. we have a son named vander (van for short!) <3
i also selfship with sukuna but we don’t have a name!! the vibe is basically pet gf x owner bf LMAO. and then i have a million selfships with other tokrev boys (esp kazutora + sanzu + rindou!) but the three selfships above are like, my main main ones <3
Okay I have time HIII clari I hope you don’t mind but I’d seen a post reblogged about you shipping with Vox and the vibes of your ship but (and totally okay if not 🫶🏽) could you tell me how you two met? What was the beginning of your relationship like 👀
hi hi hi vixen!!! ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و ♡ oh my gosh i could never mind; i’m flattered that you’d like to know more about us!! <3 okay SO!! we met while i was working as a lil intern in the commercial department at his company. he’s a chronic control freak, so he finds himself overseeing/supervising as many (aka all) departments + their corresponding activities as much as he can. anyway, i am very new to the job—only a mere few weeks into it—when he spots me and immediately decides he has to own me.
he slinks up, all smooth and suave, charming and charismatic, and strikes up a random conversation with me, asking a million questions that are most definitely invasive but don’t actually feel invasive because he’s just so personable—my name, how long i’ve been in hell, when i began working at voxtek, why i began working at voxtek, what i used to do in my human life, etc etc etc—subtly collecting information on me so he can stalk me the minute he gets back to his office.
a few days after he’s completed his thorough and meticulous ‘research’ on me, he suddenly and unexpectedly promotes me to his personal assistant (and no, i’m not allowed to refuse the job offer, no matter how much i enjoy working in commercials). anyway i could gush about us forever but to make a very long story short, my role as personal assistant is literally to just stay glued by his side, eternally tethered to him—he doesn’t even make me do any work, he just wants me within his sight and reach at all times; he uses the ‘personal assistant’ role to get to know me very quickly, since i spend nearly all of my time with him now—and eventually, he ends up making me into his greatest product, which is basically a ‘legitimate’ superstar (an extravagant version of a social media influencer, using all of his platforms of course, and ‘legitimate’ in the sense that i am pure, i am clean, unlike angel and his porn star friends. vox is searching to quite literally create a new type of stardom, with me spearheading it).
eeeee i am sorry i rambled so much!!!! i just really really really love him <333 i even started writing a fic based on my selfship with him (*ﾉωﾉ) do you selfship with any hazbin characters? :o i saw that gorgeous piece of art with you and alastor 👀
Aventurine and his reader seem like a big headache for sunday hahaha have there been any instance where Sunday has tried to argue with reader about it? A big arguement about her seeing Aventurine and their toxic relationship?
beware i rambled and rambled and raaaambled about this because i love this selfship SO much hehe <3
ohhhh anon we/they most definitely are a massive headache for sunday; they’re the constant migraine gnawing at the backs of his eyes and tugging at his temples—which is to say, thoughts of them and their escapades of utter mischief are constantly infecting his mind, clawing at the edges of his conscious even when he is decidedly not thinking about it, honing his concentration on more urgent, more important matters.
because all we/they do is get into trouble together! upscale parties, obscene behaviour on the dance floor (in public, how despicable), rumours of risqué romps in the club washrooms, drugs and overdoses (thank the heavens aventurine possesses that so-called ‘luck’ of his, or they’d both be dead several times over, sunday is sure of it), nefarious photos slapped across the glossy tabloid covers that demote me from sunday’s precious, pretentious, classy Adult Star to something scandalous and sordid—reduced to trash, ruined. all of his hard work, his molding and mending of me into the perfect escort, elegant and expensive, destroyed after a few sloppy nights in aventurine’s arms. which translates to: sunday is constantly trying to ‘rebuild my image’ and ‘mitigate the damage’ aventurine inevitably causes.
sunday does try to talk to me/reader about this behaviour and the whole ‘relationship’ with aventurine, but there really isn’t much he can say, especially when aventurine isn’t forcing or coercing me into anything at all, and is literally just paying for my time/company. all other decisions are made with equal autonomy; aventurine doesn’t force me to do a single thing. sunday expresses his distaste, thinly veiled with worry and concern, but it’s ultimately up to me what i do with my clients.
as such, sunday is a bit torn. this whole situation challenges his utter NEED for ultimate control over her/me and subsequently also really triggers that desperation for complete and total power—to have everything organized meticulously, just the way he wants it. he hates that he is not a part of these decisions (since when did i stop coming to him for advice and guidance on every little thing?). at the same time, this is literally my fucking job, and he knows he cannot intervene.
this whole gig was SUNDAY’s original idea anyway; the people of penacony deserve high class pleasure, he had told me softly; and oh, it’s such an honour that i get to give it to them, etc. sunday likes to delude himself into believing that he isn’t a glorified pimp—that he doesn’t own me, merely guides me, herds me in the right direction, like a careful shepherd with his loyal sheep. it’s all bullshit, at the end of the day.
anyway, he can’t just change the rules halfway through because he doesn’t like aventurine. and if aventurine keeps paying me to come out, there’s literally nothing sunday can do to stop it. at that point, it’s not a ‘relationship’, it’s merely a transaction. and it isn’t even like sunday can raise the prices—no matter how much a night with me costs, aventurine can surely and easily afford it.
