aiden kane is controlling kristen starter / @tornsavior .
It’s an absolutely brutal feeling -- one that she’s not even allowed to have. Imagine a man that’s able to stir up the deepest, darkest emotions and bring them right to the surface. Manipulate your emotions. Each empath is different, but he’s learning to use empathy in it’s most brutal and vicious form ... and that’s Aiden Kane to the tee. There’s a scream in the back of her head that knows she never wants to hurt Liara or Shepard, but she can’t reach it. She can feel this anger, this hate, but yet it’s all so foreign. As if she’s just watching herself move and there’s nothing she can do. She loves Aiden Kane, she wants to kill Liara and Shepard. She doesn’t. She has no choice, no choice at all. She belongs to Aiden Kane.
“ Are you hiding, Commander Shepard?! ” The mirthful little laugh that fell from her lips is so maniacal. It’s not something Kristen with her own, real emotions would ever mutter. “ C’mon baby, I thought you liked it rough? Hey, listen. I’ll cut a deal. If you come out and play, I’ll tell you what I did with Liara. Cross my heart. ”
look at us, covered in other people’s blood, and talking about MORALITY .
it would be wise to remember that true anarchy can not exist but it’s power that corrupt. please adhere to these rules:
i. if your politician is corrupt, kill them. no exceptions.
ii. sometimes violence is the answer. start your riot.
iii. you’re a bad guy, don’t forget. you’re just not the villain.
iv. this is our world, we’re going to take it back.
HOW DO YOU DEFINE MORALITY? darling, do you even have ethics? welcome to the world created by TORNTRUTH with original characters written or created with verses by @tornsavior & @tornsurvivors .
precious by depeche mode is such a powerful song and i’m so so sorry it explains the relationship between kristen durus and nicole existere perfectly. my like 10 year-ish old ship that STILL fucks me up. thanks for that, @tornsurvivors .
i’m always so happy this one image can be edited to really portray kristen’s eyes as i want them to be. legitimately vibrant. kind of frightening. they aren’t just bright green eyes. they are supernatural eyes on a person who has a lot of anger always ready to be used.
“ hello, shepard. ” a pause, there’s always a flirtatious lilt to kristen’s voice. sword on her waist; that’ll never change. today it’s a little less business & more casual, tank top & jeans tucked into combat boots. kristen’s smiling, one hand reaching up to absentmindedly tap at the scar above her lip.
“ what can i help you with? killing cerberus, perhaps? ”
- fancy, dress wearing, everything fit to perfection, champagne in hand, always dressed nice, hair always done up, perfect make-up, found in the classiest bars and restaurants, instagram like traveler.
or
- wearing all black, covered in dirt, covered in blood, combat boots worn, absolutely feral.
all other aesthetics are just accidental or temporary. there’s very little in between. she’s usually a dirty and angry mercenary, or the captain of security for a high profile casino.
bet kristen didn't expect to see the glamorous damsel standing there on her doorstep when the door opened-- and to be fair, neither was marietta expecting to be back here after returning from a family trip in italy. an unspoken emotion isn't concealed from baby blues this time as crossed her arms and leaned against the doorframe. "before you ask if I'm here for the usual, I really should tell you that I don't have the slightest damn clue what I'm doing here anymore."
you know, kristen certainly doesn’t look glamorous. being outstanding in fashion comes with a warning first ... one she didn’t get. she really only swung the door open because she was expecting food. chicken tenders from the hotel’s kitchen of all things too. you know what? sometimes a pinot grigio and chicken tenders just really hits the spot. green eyes just sort of flick around marietta’s features and she thinks about how she knows she’s bad at one night stands, especially with women. does it really even matter? she always comes to this one hotel in particular because across the street is her ex-boyfriend’s club. then she denies she ever has attachments because of the job or something. kristen’s hand reaches out, but the back of it just sort of pushes on marietta’s arm, getting the other woman to move to the side. her peripheral vision caught her chicken tenders delivery. the man just set the cart on the wall beside her.
“ — i definitely don’t have your fucking favorite drink because you didn’t warn me and i am NOT sharing my food. ” that’s all kristen says, so casually, low voice a murmur. kristen turns, walks back into her room with the cart wheeling behind her. bare feet padding on the floor, long legs on display. she’s just wearing this long, old band t-shirt and that’s it. door left open.
“stop assuming i’ve had threesomes because i’m bisexual and start assuming i’ve had threesomes because i’m fun and people want to rail me.” is the most kristen quote.
love at first sight; let's be real, only children believe in "love at first sight." but you're a hopeless romantic probably sitting around in coffee shops waiting to meet "the one." and there is absolutely nothing wrong with that. infatuation at first sight is more accurate. you are the moment when two people lock eyes, and the whole world stills. nothing is there but you and them. and there is suddenly a strong sense of longing. you love love, don't deny it. flowers, chocolates, the whole nine yards. because of this you are loved by many. hopefully you know it too: you are loved.
you ever think about how wild loving your own ocs are. i’ve had this whole entire world for like 10 years, built this character up so much, and the only person who’s ever going to really care is just me. i’m just also lucky enough to have a couple of friends who poured their hearts into a ship and the world too.