HEART OF EVIL

𝙸 𝙰𝙼 𝙾𝙼𝙴𝙶𝙰.

[kenasakis]

#𝙺𝙴𝙽𝙰𝚂𝙰𝙺𝙸𝚂. hello, i’m vicky (23,  she/her) and this is an independent writing blog fo  ARIA T'LOAK from the mass effect franchise. this blog is private (mutuals  only) and highly selective. canon compliant, with somewhat canon divergences at  times! using beta editor and xkit rewritten.

very low activity!

reading my headcanons is not required but it’s highly suggested, as i  may incorporate details regarding that in my writing.

warning. mature themes ahead, proceed with caution. 18+  only.  

CARRD.  MEMES.  SHEPARD SIDEBLOG.  PROMO.  INTEREST TRACKER.

[kenasakis]

yoooo, sent u a lil thing cuz i missed writing with you and your aria, you rock!!!)

thank you friend <3 will get to it next week!!!! <33

[kenasakis]

did a oopsie, planned to be here but forgot my birthday was this week so its gonna be the next x apologies

[blackcatrph]

** villain / hero sentence starters

VILLAIN

“  every  story  needs  a  hero  and  a  villain.  ”

“  this  is  going  to  be  a  little  uncomfortable.  ”

“  do  you  know  what  i've  done ?  what  i  would  do  again  if  given  the  chance ?  ”  

“  i  can't  stop.  it's  what  i  am.  “

“  they  hate  what  they  cannot  control.  ”

“  the  only  difference  between  a  hero  and  a  villain,  is  who’s  telling  the  story.  ”

“  i  have  my  reasons  for  being  this  way.  ”

“  your  death  will  mean  nothing  to  them.  ”

“  kill  me.  go  on,  i  dare  you.  ”

“  i  don’t  think  you’ve  got  it  in  you.  you’re  like  a  little  dove,  never  wanting  to  get  your  hands  dirty.  ”

“  what  do  i  want  ?  i  want  to  see  the  world  burn.  i  want  to  see  a  new  world  born  from  it’s  ashes.  ”

“  one  day  i  will  kill  you.  and  you  can  be  safe  in  the  knowledge  that  you  will  have  deserved  it.  ”

“  fate  is  an  excuse  for  people  who  are  too  stupid  or  too  weak  to  make  their  own  future.  ”

“  let  you  go  ?  do  you  really  think  i’m  that  stupid ?  ”

“  i  could  keep  you  safe.  they’re  all  afraid  of  me. ”

“  ask  me  if  i  give  a  crap.  ”

“  you’re  playing  my  game  now.  ”

“  tell me;  would  you  kill  to  save  a  life ?  ”

“  what’s  more  important  to  you ?  their  life  or  your  reputation ?  ”

HERO

“  people  will  never  bleed  enough  to  fulfil  your  vision  of  justice.  ”

“  i  will  never  turn  my  back  on  people  who  need  me.  ”

“  i  don’t  need  to  be  saved.  ”

“  rebellions  are  built  on  hope.  ” 

“  i  will  win.  that’s  what  heroes  do.  ”

“  i  don’t  have  to  prove  anything  to  you.  ”

“  you  can’t  always  be  strong,  but  you  can  always  be  brave.  ”

“  i  will  catch  you.  i  will  bring  you  to  justice.  ”

“  once  there  is  blood  on  your  hands,  they  will  never  be  clean.  ”

“  don’t  carry  the  world  upon  your  shoulders.  ”

“  you  don’t  need  a  reason  to  save  people.  ”

“  i’m  not  a  hero.  ”

“  we  will  win.  ”

“  there’s  no  escape  this  time.  ”

“  i  really  don’t  want  to  fight.  ”

“  if  it  was  down  to  me  to  save  your  life,  would  you  trust  me  to  do  it ?  ”

“  i’ll  admit,  this  looks  bad.  ”

“  i’m  proud  of  what  i  am.  ”

“  i  know  my  value.  ”

“  you’re  wrong  about  them !  ”

“  let  them  go.  they  have  nothing  to  do  with  this  fight.  ”

“  it’s  not  too  late  to  change.  i  can  help  you.  ”

“  killing  me  will  not  end  this.  ” 

[kenasakis]

dusting this blog off to say hi <3

[allmonster]

❝ i learn fast. ❞ the coy reply is a breathy whisper. flirtations are frequent between the two, 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 until it is taught and bound to snap ! a good working relationship is already hard enough to cultivate, but maya enjoys toying with the thought that they twirl around more than just that. she may be foolish, or too invested with her heart— 𝗽𝗿𝗶𝘃𝗮𝘁𝗲, 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀. it is doubtful they will ever find life outside of her own, private mind. hazel eyes trail leisurely along the asari's figure, reclined and confident in her posture. 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚐𝚊, always will be.

❝ i will always repay my debts to you, aria— but— i was hoping i could fish a favor out of you. ❞ though the halfling invites herself to sit beside aria, she does not dare touch her without prior permission to do so ( it would be impolite, disrespectful, perhaps, to take liberties before the asari's underlings and employees ). 𝗺𝗮𝘆𝗮 𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗻𝘀 𝘂𝗽 𝗮 𝗵𝗼𝗹𝗼 - 𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗲𝗻 attached to a device on her arm. there is a massive asteroid displayed, and behind it, a flickering, floating vessel coming in and out of focus. just by eye, without knowing any measurements, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚟𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚕 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚜 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎. an ark - type ship, or a city ship. something with a lot of people and a lot of technology.

❝ i know you typically leave the dirty work to your henchmen, but i could use the assistance. it is an infiltration. covert, and i ... trust you. to guard my back. ❞ what can she offer in return but another favor? or perhaps it is currency she would prefer. 𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗮 𝗮𝗹𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝘆 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄𝘀 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗶𝘁. whatever is asked, the asari will have it. maya is well and firmly aware that she is entangled around her frequent companion's fingers— and 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚊 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚊𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚎 to the allure of aria's presence and whims.

❝ of course it will be dangerous, i cannot guarantee that we will not be found out, but we should be able to blend in. have i tickled your interest, yet? ❞

[kenasakis]

Aria reclines in her seat, her expression unreadable. She listens intently to her companion's proposition, her icy blue eyes occasionally narrowing as if assessing every word for sincerity. Sheis known for her calculating nature, always weighing the risks and benefits of any situation, and even if Maya at this point is more than an acquaintance, you can never be too sure. As the conversation unfolds, her fingers idly tap against the armrest of her chair, a subtle sign of her contemplation.

Once she's done speaking, there's a moment of silence as Aria continues to gaze at her, the tension in the air palpable. Finally, she leans forward slightly, her voice low and measured. "Well," she begins, her voice dripping with both intrigue and caution, "You certainly have a knack for diving headfirst into the fire, don't you? Your audacity is… refreshing." Aria's lips curl into a faint smirk, amused by the situation.

"As for your proposition," she continues, her gaze intensifying, "I won't deny that your offer holds a certain allure." Her fingers drum against the armrest again, a subtle sign of her considering the potential outcomes. "However, let's not kid ourselves." Aria adds, her tone growing more serious. "Working alongside you comes with its own set of complications. I appreciate your trust, but alliances are fickle, and the stakes you're proposing are not insignificant."

She leans back in her seat, her expression becoming inscrutable once more. "If we're to proceed with this, I'll expect a detailed plan, contingencies for when things inevitably go sideways, and a clear understanding of what my involvement will entail." She locks eyes with Maya, her gaze unyielding. "And don't mistake this for sentimentality. You're right that I usually leave the dirty work to my subordinates, but I'm not adverse to getting my hands dirty if the reward is worth it." Aria's fingers pause their tapping, and she folds her hands together, her posture exuding a mix of confidence and skepticism. "If we're going to do this, you'll need to convince me that the potential gains outweigh the risks. And remember, favors are just as valuable as currency in our world."

[akuzeisms]

It was abundantly clear that Aria didn’t quite get it. In fact, the biting sarcasm was a little hurtful; even if it didn’t show in her expression, the flicker in her eyes gave it away. Damn you for caring, she chastised herself

“Eighty-seven.” Those were the only words she uttered as she stared at the floor of the shuttle, hands folded in front of her as her elbows rested on her knees. “I’ve lost eighty-seven people who meant something to me. My parents. My classmates as a teenager. My best friend, her family, her brother—the fifty marines on Akuze with me. The twenty we lost when the Normandy crashed.” And there were still more she’d witnessed. “I watched Liara lose her mother—hell, I shot her mother, and even if it was a necessity…” She’d hated every second of it. Asari or not, cultural differences or not, she put Liara through that.

“I don’t underestimate you. I’m just… tired of losing people.” Tired of watching people die that she might’ve been able to save. “People like Mordin. Like Thane. The Primarch’s son. Nyreen.” She gave Aria a look—one that said she knew very well that Nyreen had meant something to Aria, even if it had never been said… and something she’d never tell a soul about, either. “People we—that we need for a fight like this. People who deserve the chance to see this through.” People that were friends, that were important to others. The death was starting to weigh on her, like a heavy weight dragging her down. Death was the one thing she feared—and not her own, but others. For a human, she’d seen far too much death for one lifetime. Hell, too much for two, considering what happened.

“And every one of those people I’ve lost in the last… fifteen years, give or take. Half my damned life, at this point. And for fuck’s sake, if the galaxy needs me alive, then I need the people I know I can count on that have their heads screwed on straight. People like you, Aria. People who aren’t going to bury their heads in the sand and hope the Reapers don’t find them. People I can trust, Aria. Amusing as you probably find it, yeah—I actually trust you.” Or, at least, trusted her enough for what they were doing. But the thought of losing one more person she could trust, one more person she cherished, one more person she wanted around? That was another story.

Unfortunately for Aria, Katrina Shepard actually cared about her.

[kenasakis]

Aria's brow arches imperceptibly, a faint distortion tracing the contours of the tattoo on her forehead. She muses briefly on the peculiar fortune of humans, their comparatively brief lifespans sparing them the burden she herself bore. Countless faces of those she had lost, a cascade of memories, an overwhelming tapestry woven across the canvas of her almost ageless existence. One individual, above all, occupies her thoughts—a constant presence in the recesses of her mind. Liselle. Her departure had etched an indelible scar upon her, an ache that would persist until her own final breath.

"You're assuming that losing me is an inevitability. That I'll meet my end, or some similar fate," she retorts, a hint of weariness creeping into her voice. Empathy isn't on the menu today; the wound remaines much too fresh. "Your assumption belies a certain underestimation, Commander. Understand, I'm not being boastful, but I possess a keen awareness of my capabilities." As Kat's mention veers toward the Turian, a shadow runs across Aria's features. Nyreen's absence casts a shadow she can not easily dismiss. A situation with potential avenues for avoidance, now a chapter irrevocably written.

"People pass on, such is the nature of existence," Aria remarks in the end, tone low, her words devoid of sentiment, as if she'd grown intimately familiar with death itself—a companion that has accompanied her across the ages. The toll, a tally of lives, comrades and adversaries intermingling in a mosaic of memories, is staggering. Yet, she recognizes the futility of comparing tragedies, for that wasn't the crux of Kat's statement.

The Commander's trust—she'd known it implicitly. Aria's very presence bespeaks a certain faith, a truth she can't deny. However, to hear the words spoken aloud carries a resonance beyond mere understanding. "Humor, in this circumstance, eludes me," Aria nearly quips, the corners of her lips curling subtly. She holds her own, the temptation to reveal reciprocated trust tempered by the unripe timing. "I am very trustworthy," she declares with a lilt of wry amusement, a glimmer of mirth dancing within her eyes. "I must confess, Shep -- Kat," a pause, a recalibration of address, "I find it challenging to see the ease with which you placed your faith in me."

[o-rusted-heart]

Nick was notably passive as those guards moved aside to grant him passage. He wasn't fond of this place; he didn't like loud music or flashing lights. His sensory processors were aged and wired-- or maybe that was just the grumpy old man about him.

Still he could muster a polite enough expression, which was to say he wasn't actively scowling as he stepped over to her couch to take a careful seat at its other end. At least it was loud enough that neither could hear the creak in his knees. "Never would'a taken you as one for flattery, but I'll take what I can get."

"I, uh... I've been thinkin' about the case you gave me. I wanted to check in."

[kenasakis]

She never once turns her gaze away from him, following the synth as he takes a sit on the couch. At his comment, she only offers and enigmatic - yet brief - quirk of her lips, before she leans forward, elbows coming to rest on her legs, chin leaning on one hand.

"Do tell." She turns her gaze away momentarily, grabbing the previously discarded glass of rhum she was nursing before his interruption. "I trust everything is going well?"

[kenasakis]

Difficult Person Test

tagged by: @anarkissm thank u!

tagging: @virmireisms (or any of your me blogs), @o-rusted-heart, @justicode, @voidbeings (maya), @femtaile!

[kenasakis]

feeling like death today so no studying, might as well be here!

[kenasakis]

𝚒𝚝’𝚜 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚙𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔.

Aria reclines gracefully on her couch, exuding an air of regal power that demands respect. Her eyes bore into Garrus, intense and unwavering, and a faint smile playes on her lips, hinting at the intrigue she feels. The room seems to pulse with energy, as if anticipating what is about to happen. A thrill runs down her spine.

"Payback, you say?" Her voice is like a silken thread, weaving a web of fascination around her words. "Ah, I've always held a special place for those who thirst for justice and vengeance. It stirs the embers of my own desires." Aria's fingers dance lightly on the armrest of her seat, as if in sync with the anticipation in the room, a testament to the energy coursing through her veins. Her drinks sits forgotten nearby. It's no time for alcohol.

They had crossed paths before, she and Garrus, their histories intertwining in the tangled web of galactic politics and power struggles. Aria respects his skills, and she knows that aligning with someone as capable as @archdangel could prove to be beneficial, for the both of them.

"Tell me," she continues, her gaze locking onto his, "what transgression has sparked this burning desire for retribution?" The silence hangs heavily between them for a moment, a silent challenge laid out before the Turian. She is giving him the opportunity to present his case, to show her the depths of his conviction and the potential he holds. "The galaxy is full of injustices, but it takes a personal fire to seek payback."

[kenasakis]

“ 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚢, 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚒’𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕 𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎. 𝚒𝚝’𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚠𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚎𝚡𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚏𝚊𝚛 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚝𝚎. ”

Aria fixes her gaze on @afraidofchange with a mix of amusement and exasperation. She could sense the weight of the commander's words, the burden of responsibility resting heavily on her shoulders. But Aria isn't one to coddle or console; she is never one to sugarcoat her words.

"Death would be easy, huh? Spare me the dramatics, Shepard," she retortes, a smirk playing at the corners of her lips as she rolls her eyes. "I've seen you pull off crazier stunts than some supposed afterlife. Don't tell me you're starting to believe in fairy tales." She rises a brow, as to emphasize her point. "You've faced the Reaper invasion, taken on mercenary armies, and survived countless near-death encounters. You think a so-called 'terrible existence' is going to scare you now?"

Aria is well aware that she might be pushing Shepard's buttons, but it is necessary. She needs the commander to find that fighting spirit buried beneath the doubts.

"Look at me, Shepard," Aria says, her voice taking on a softer edge, though her eyes remained intense. "I've clawed my way to the top of Omega's cutthroat underworld. I've shed blood, made tough choices, and carved out my own destiny in a galaxy that couldn't care less. I didn't do it by fearing what comes after death." She almost curls her lips down in a grimace, spitting to word out as if it left a bitter aftertaste in her mouth. "You're not one to back down from a challenge," she reminds her, her tone firm but reassuring. "You never have been, and I'll be damned if you start now."

[o-rusted-heart]

@kenasakis .

To see Nick Valentine in Purgatory was a significant rarity, but here he was; standing still as the décor just under Aria's loft, yellow eyes fixed on her until she'd taken notice. It wasn't until she did that his head tilted disdainfully to the guards blocking him from a flight up her stairs.

"You really only hire the warm ones, huh."

[kenasakis]

Aria can't help but feel a flicker of surprise mixed with a tinge of delight at the unexpected sight of Nick Valentine in Purgatory, of all places. With practiced control, she stifles any laughter, letting only a faint curl of her lips convey her amusement. She dismisses her guards with an impatient wave of her hand. "Let him through," she commands. After all, it wasn't every day that the famed Nick Valentine graces her presence. Purgatory, with its rowdy inhabitants, isn't the most ideal meeting ground, but Aria has learned long ago never to expect the ordinary in her line of work.

"The one and only Nick Valentine," she greets him, her tone dripping with amusement, almost teasing. She acknowledges that, despite her reservations about this wretched place, seeing him has managed to elevate her mood. Aria isn't one to easily warm up to others, but there is something about the detective that intrigued her. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"

[astraldestiny]

Yeah, this was definitely not her BRIGHTEST hour. With some luck it would only be a little embarrassing for her, though knowing her this could also easily turn into something much more complicated. The universe certainly liked to kick her while she was down. Wouldn't be the first time. " An agreement then? Nothing set in stone, but its SOMETHING, right? " She wasn't sure why she even asked for clarification when it was clear Aria didn't really care about defining whatever she and Shepard had agreed on.

" I'm looking into some leads on our mission. ", she started hesitatingly. It was the truth. To a degree. She hadn't told Shepard she would be doing some PERSONAL research too. " I'd rather not talk about the details of that mission. You'll have to ask her directly for clarification on that. Nothing that would get in your way though, that I can promise. "

[kenasakis]

Aria's icy stare intensifies as she scrutinizes the woman standing before her. Her lips curl into a half-smile, betraying a mix of amusement and annoyance. "You've got a lot of nerve," Aria retorts, voice exuding authority. "Coming into my domain uninvited and daring to question my affairs."

Her imposing presence seems to fill the room as she unfolds her arms, letting her fingers dance in the air with a faint biotic shimmer. "I don't concern myself with the details of what outsiders believe they understand about my connection with Shepard. But don't mistake my indifference for weakness. I built this empire, and I rule it with an iron fist." Her steps are measured, her eyes bore into the trespasser with an intensity that made others often quiver in fear. "Let me enlighten you. No one, not even Shepard, holds absolute power here. Omega belongs to me, and I am not one to tolerate intruders who meddle in my affairs."

Aria stops a breath away from the human. "If you're here seeking something, know this: I decide who stays, who goes, who thrives, and who suffers. And for the moment, you have my attention." The atmosphere crackles with a mix of tension and fascination. "But," Aria continues, her voice lowering to a dangerous whisper, "if you prove to be useful, perhaps there's a way we can find common ground. You've piqued my curiosity, and that doesn't happen often. So, state your business clearly, and maybe, just maybe, you'll leave Omega with your head intact."

[kenasakis]

DOSSIER CHEAT SHEET

LEGAL NAME : aria t'loak NICKNAME[S] : doesn't really have one DATE OF BIRTH : she's on the upper side of 700 as of the trilogy, so dob would be around 1400 i think? GENDER : technically speaking asari do not have one, as they are a monogender species, so agender would be the right call. i guess she identifies as female though, she prefers she/her pronouns PLACE OF BIRTH : serrice, thessia

FAMILY INFORMATION

SIBLING[S] : several half sibling whom with she's not in contact PET[S] : none, she's not fond of animals in general

RELATIONSHIP INFORMATION

SEXUAL ORIENTATION : bisexual RELATIONSHIP STATUS : single SINCE WHEN : she's been steadily single (with just flings here and there) since before liselle's birth

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tagging: yall steal it and tag me!

[kenasakis]

“𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚜.”

Aria's lips curl into a sly smirk as she listens, her gaze following the woman's every movement. She reclines slightly in her seat, exuding an air of confidence that very few could match. Her fingers tap playfully on the armrest, a sign that she is in a rather good mood.

"Well, well, you're catching on," Aria replies, her voice a low and commanding purr. "In my world, favors are like currency - debts always come due, and I always collect." Her gaze narrows slightly, but a small smile plays at her lips. It's all an act, nothing more, and nothing less. Aria knows who she's dealing with, and she knows threats are not necessary. "Favors, debts, they're all part of the dance in this cutthroat galaxy. And I must say, you've been a delightful partner in this little tango."

Her mind plays through their history together, recalling the various times she and @voidbeings had collaborated and the occasional mischief they had caused side by side. It is true; they were on good terms, and she enjoyed their camaraderie.

"But let's not forget," she continues, leaning closer with a mischievous glint in her eyes, "while I may let you slide on a few things, don't think for a second that I won't remember when the time comes." She gestures for a drink to be brought, watching with nonchalance as an Asari leaves her post in a flurry of leather. "You're lucky," she adds, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial tone, "not everyone gets away with owing me. Keep being useful, and who knows? Maybe I'll even consider granting you a few more 'get-out-of-jail-free' cards."

[09090012-deactivated20131007]

mass effect meme → nine females.

[4/9] Aria T’Loak.

[akuzeisms]

@kenasakis ma’am pls.