#ari nightlocke

[junoedd]

𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆 :: kim juwon!royal.

made out of broken sea shells and lost dreams / born under aries skies * ,, rumours say that kim juwon came to with a bow && a hand full of nightlock berries . ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤthe fates destined him to a girl who shares the same mark ,, and the softest of smiles * ,, one whose scent holds notes of flowers in 𝐁 𝐋𝐎 𝐎 𝐌.

STATS . BIOGRAPHY . HC-S !!

[theaesesthetic]

[justthehopeleft]

hi i wrote a 3k short story about my girl nightlocke

[theaesesthetic]

ash rambles about their story at eleven pm

OKAY SO

actually you know what

gonna put this under a cut

enjoy

OKAY SO

THE STORY I WANNA TALK ABOUT IS TNLSITC

(there’s nothing like summer in the city. it’s on wattpad if you want to read it, the fourth edition’s still up on ao3. same title for both, under the justthehopeleft username.)

I’M JUST GONNA TALK ABOUT IT

so basically!

*insert long ass scientific explanation that could theroterically actually make sense in a real world*

tl;dr: multiverse theory, but the universes can collide with each other

alright. so.

as we know, the main character is ash jameson. she’s an author and actress.

(yes, she’s very vaguely based off of me. i needed a dramatic dumbass. i’m a dramatic dumbass. now shut up.)

and because i don’t want to make up a whole new goddamn universe, the books she wrote are actually the ones i’m planning/writing.

so, she’s famous n shit. lots of money. big fucking house.

and then ari nightlocke shows up on her doorstep.

(now, the story’s changed a lot since the first edition.

but same very very basic plotline.)

ari gives ash a gift or something. idk. i’m still rewriting that part.

and boom!

lafayette and jeffershit show up after ari leaves.

ash is just like 👁👄👁 and goes with it

she nearly dies of laughter, but hey, it’s ash jameson. she does that.

and boom! king george the dipshit and samuel seabird.

and idk i‘m tired

if you wanna know more you can ask

[justthehopeleft]

The first thing you notice is her scars. Bright, vivid red, like fire against the porcelain of her skin. The second thing you notice is how young she still looks. She’s tall for her age, but still a child. The next thing you see is her eyes. There is a glint in the shimmering violet you’ve seen before. Her eyes hold none of the childish innocence that ought to be there. No, her eyes speak of things no ten-year-old should know. And you wish you didn’t know why she looks that way. This is Ari Nightlocke, the girl who killed your parents. They were the ones who mercilessly left those scars on her face, and she was the one to hear their final screams. And now she’s come for you.

[justthehopeleft]

Nightlocke- My Birth and Other Slightly Tragic Occurrences

Part I- An Introduction

So I was born.

Most people are.

I mean, my friend Starburn wasn't born, but more about her later.

Like, really later.

Before we get to my birth, you should probably hear a little about my parents.

First off, my dearest mother, Alari the Worldless.

I say dearest. Really, I could probably care less. I just hate her. Actually, it's less of a hate and more of a passive-aggressive "I'm really glad I killed her".

My mother was born- actually, I have no clue. Family history isn't my favorite- you'll see why. Anyways, she was born, because you generally have to be (again, excluding Starburn here). I don't know where or when, but I do know how.

With lots and lots of magic, forced breeding, and other things that are probably not the best to mention in a public story children could see. Also, children, please leave. You can come back once you're mature enough to understand the dirty jokes. Actually, with this society, you might as well stay. I imagine this book is a lot cleaner than some of the things you're exposed to.

Anyways, mom. Yeah. The unfortunate result of a leopard-phoenix mix. Again, there are things involved in my grandparent's relationship even I don't want to know. So don't ask. (Although, honestly, you could probably find something pretty close on the terror that is unrestricted internet.)

Leopard and phoenix. Obviously, leopards are very, well, big. Lean, muscular, giant cats. Flexible as heck. (Again, public book. I would swear, but kids are probably still reading this. Go away, children. I love you, but I'm not about to get sued for exposing you to a bad influence.)

Phoenixes. Phennae, if you're being accurate. Immortal, unless killed. Basically they live forever. Some kinds have to regenerate. Dear ol' Mama didn't. Some of the purebreds can also shift into a relatively human form. I said purebreds. The halfsies require a blood sacrifice.

Which leads me to my dad, because he was the blood sacrifice.

Okay. So Tarraen dragons. Big hulking war machines with wings. Indestructible. Skin tougher than steel. Actually, steel isn't that tough. Dragon glass from Falirn, made from Falirnese dragon scales. Now that's tough.

Some Tarraen dragons have riders. A few are wild.

Now if you're trying to create the perfect warrior, here's a tip. Find a way to get pregnant from or impregnate a Tarraen dragon. The bigger and stronger, the better.

Guess what my mom did.

Yup.

So I was born, the perfect killer. Skin like dragon glass, the perfect baby dragon.

One problem.

I wasn't a dragon.

Something went wrong. I don't know what. Blame magic or chaos or Nilon if you happen to be a religious Nimlorthian. But I was born a goddess.

Goddess of chaos, as it happens. The first of my many names.

Incidentally, this was perfect. Goddesses, because they tend to look humanoid, like me, blend in with most societies perfectly. They also have a whole stinking lot of power. Also, I could pretty much talk and think from birth, which is kinda cool if you think about it, like I have. But can you imagine if all babies could? Ugh, the noise!

Anyways, Mother, as a leopard-phoenix mix, could not teach me to fight. It's kind of hard to teach a goddess to kill people when you're a very catlike bird.

Guess who died!

Dad!

Blood sacrifice to shift, remember? Yup, now my dad's dead, and I'm halfway to being an orphan for the first time ever! (Spoiler: This is not the last time I will be orphaned.)

I can talk now! Yay!

My mom gets mad at me when I talk. I enjoy making her mad.

Terrain battle training is nothing short of brutal. As a goddess, I can deal with the physical part. Mentally, though?

I'm a newborn child, being forced to fight.

Yay. I'm being sarcastically happy right now. Look at my eternal joy.

I kill my mom.

I'm eight when I orphan myself for the first time. It's not the last time I'll do it.

It hurts the least.

With both parents dead, there is nobody to look after me.

Until Astoria.

[justthehopeleft]

Nightlocke- An Introduction

There are two things you need to know about me. I mean, technically there are more, but these are the basics.

1. I am broken. Everybody is. It's non-arguable.

2. I have no name.

Debate that one all you like, but it's true. Yes, I've been given names, and yes, I've chosen names, but I have no name.

What is a name? A name is what you call yourself, really. Occasionally I'll refer to myself as Ari, but only because that's what everybody knows me as.

Ari Nightlocke.

Don't flinch when you hear my name. Given that this is a story, and I'm fictional (or so you think), you have no reason to fear me. Yet.

Those who know me do tend to flinch. Excluding my personal friends, everybody in this universe fears me.

Allow me to introduce myself. Ari Nightlocke.

I've killed approximately 23 billion people and counting. There are many more in the universe, don't worry. Your precious little Earth is relatively unscathed. I said relatively.

All those mysterious deaths, unexplainable, unsolved? Me. All those disappearances? Me. That feeling you get that someone is watching you? Me.

I'm an assassin. I kill because people pay me to kill. And so I'm watching everybody, all the time.

Don't be scared. You're human. You're on Earth. You're reading this on Tumblr. It's going to be a book, called Nightlocke. Written by me, of course.

I know more about you, but of course personal details vary from reader to reader. I could say that you're gay, and it might be right, but you also might be one of those obnoxious straight people and take offense. (Not to say that all straight people are obnoxious, or that all obnoxious people are straight. Just a coincidence that some straight people happen to be obnoxious, and some obnoxious people happen to be straight.)

Also, sexuality can be fluid. Can be. It doesn't have to be. I'm very confident in my sexuality. But you never know. There's always tomorrow.

I could tell you my sexuality. But that'd be boring. However, let me get this straight: I am not straight.

Also I kill people for a living. That too. Also important.

And I tend to destroy worlds. Almost destroyed Earth, but puppies are hard to find elsewhere. Or, at the very least, puppies that aren't part wolf.

I guess you could be afraid of me. But please don't judge me based on one chapter. It's annoying.

Don't be afraid. At least, don't be afraid yet. There's worse stuff to come.

And I know this is messy, disorganized, cluttered. So's my brain.

And this is my story.

English can't tell me how to write it.

After all, I've never listened to anybody's advice before.

Why start now?

Anyways, enough about me. I'm sure you'd love to hear more, given that you've read this far, but you're human. Your cute little minds aren't really made to comprehend everything at once. So pause right here, please. And if you're being rebellious and don't want to pause

I told you to pause. So take a deep breath, or I will repeat myself. Have you understood everything so far? If you haven't, it's okay. Not everybody understands everything at once. Not even me. It's okay if you want to stop reading now or go grab a snack or take a nap. It's okay to reread until you can kinda understand me. I struggle too. Now please take a deep breath and remember something very important.

I care about you.

Want me to say it again?

I care about you.

You're reading this story, which lets me know that people don't absolutely despise me. Which is good.

But you're also alive.

And so I care about you, because nobody else will ever be exactly the same.

I would also appreciate it if you waited until after the book is finished and completed and you've read it all to die.

And so it's okay if you don't understand me. You don't have to. I don't understand myself sometimes.

Let's start over.

I'm Ari Nightlocke, professional killer, assassin, and sorceress. I kill for money, I can destroy worlds, I'm not straight.

One more thing.

I'm not human.

[justthehopeleft]

Death is a fancy reminder to live.

Ari Nightlocke

[justthehopeleft]

describe your top five favorite characters with five words each

Ooh, what an interesting ask! Thanks, anon!

Ari Nightlocke; blood dripping from pale fingertips

Leith Moonhawk; silvery light on ancient mountains

Nialie Wolf; the howling of forest’s flames

Celi Nightbane; the cold cruelty of apathy

Cudite Wolf; fighting death with burning hope

[justthehopeleft]

list all of your characters, please

You have unleashed the devil, child. And by devil, I mean me.

Lesterlas Windrider

Anarin Dragonlady

Eithilen Sirioa

Lily Taani

Ethel Skye

Filrath Eaglewing

Nimlon Dragonprincess

Leina Moonbeam

Celti Maelei

Githonia Fiesara

Tarlas Firedust

Vhaera Tartheon

Eilialie Icestorm

Jacklynn Faere 

Blue Jaye

Triada Akkamin

Nialie Wolf

Leith Moonhawk

Celi Nightbane

Githia Dancer

Aisodair Lightwing

Caroline Stormrider

Cassandra Stele

Rachel Dragonphoenix 

Lehia Aster

Tradan Akkamin

Nessa Wolf

Leto Moonshine

Cedar Suncat

Gia Starlight

Ari Nightlocke 

Cudite Wolf

Starburn

Toromado

Mira Firedance

Emórisse

Lord Moargith

Urinamies

Lanae

Ksiera

Kelae

Muandi

Ekkria

Ecleson

Niaral

Frederick Hunter 

Caedaras

Valeria Hyte

Diana Windshadow

Those are all I can think of off the top of my head. There’s more, but hey. This is enough for at least three novels.

[justthehopeleft]

Happy Worldbuilding Wednesday! It's time to talk about rules :P What are some of the things that constrain people in your world. Laws of magic, laws of society, laws of physics--whatever applies to your WIP. What are some of the rules that your folks have to work with? And what are some of the ways they can be broken?

So here’s a pretty major one. One of the rules of magic is that no sorceress can have complete control over an element. That’s reserved for Primordial Forces, who cannot be sorceresses, and vice versa. Ari Nightlocke and Leith Moonhawk are both sorceresses and Primordial Forces.

[justthehopeleft]

for the prompt game, a and l? can i even do two letters?

Yes you absolutely can!

I hope you’ve prepared yourself for what you’ve done. 

A- Ari Nightlocke

Full Name: Alene Riemroneith Nightlocke, Lady of a Thousand Names, Princess of Astoria...  it continues.

Nicknames, If Any: Ari, Rio, and Locke are some of the nicer things people have called her.

Hogwarts House: Slytherin all the way, baby.

Gender: Some sort of female? I don’t think she really cares, to be honest.

Sexuality: Aromantic asexual! And very, very proud of it.

A Song I Associate With Them: Either Look What You Made Me Do by Taylor Swift or Don’t Make Me by MALINDA.

3 Important Relationships: Her brother Toromado is very important to her, as well as her friend Cudite. But overall, it’s her friend Leith who takes the cake.

2 Fears: She likes to claim that she’s fearless. She knows, deep down, that she could never bear losing her friends or being abandoned.

1 Element of their backstory: She orphaned herself. Twice. 

Anarin Dragonlady

Full Name: Anarin Dragonlady, Queen of Tarrae, Nimlon’s Rider

Nicknames, If Any: Nari

Hogwarts House: Gryffindor and Slytherin, as in she’s brave... and will stab you in the back if necessary.

Gender: Cis female

Sexuality: Raging bisexual

A Song I Associate With Them: My Shot from Hamilton. Anarin is very ambitious.

3 Important Relationships: Her dragon Nimlon is very important to her, and so are her best friends, Lesterlas and Vhaera

2 Fears: Water, since she’s the embodiment of fire, but also darkness, for the same reasons.

1 Element of their backstory: She joined the army at age seven, and had conquered at least two countries by 19. 

L- Lesterlas Windrider

Full Name: Lesterlas Windrider of the house of Layte, Queen of Kalakas, Defeater of Toulin

Nicknames, If Any: Les, Las, and Layte

Hogwarts House: Ravenclaw

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Pansexual. Keep her out of your kitchens, although she does tend to go for the wine first.

A Song I Associate With Them: Get Down, from SIX, because it is exactly her vibe. I think my musical geek is showing a little.

3 Important Relationships: Her sister Mira is very special to her, and so is her adopted daughter, Tarlas, and Anarin, her friend.

2 Fears: She’s afraid of never being good enough, and also of nightmares, because she has seen some dark stuff.

1 Element of their backstory: After defeating the Big Bad Guy at age 12, she went on to pursue knowledge and conquer everything that moved.

Leith Moonhawk

Full Name: Leith Skyflame Moonhawk of the Clan Lion, of the Tribe of Sky, Empress of Astoria, Asenau, Arin

Nicknames, If Any: Moon Moon, Snakey, and Kitten

Hogwarts House: Gryffindor

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Biromantic asexual, although in the past she’s identified as pansexual.

A Song I Associate With Them: The Nyan Cat theme. It’s a small cat, and she’s a small, occasional cat.

3 Important Relationships: Her grandparents, and her friend Ari, and her absolute Best Friend Of All Time, Nialie

2 Fears: She’s definitely afraid of abandonment and rejection, although spiders have also always freaked her out.

1 Element of their backstory: At the age of three, her mother died, and her father became very alcoholic. He died from suicide two years later. Leith does her best to forget.

[justthehopeleft]

WIP Introductions

The Stone of Three

Nimlon is the Crown Princess and heir to the throne. But her country’s laws will never allow her to be Queen. Lesterlas is her world’s Queen, and she’s had all her adventures. But the universe thinks otherwise, and she’s off on a new one. Nialie is Commander of her tribe, but all she really wants is to fight. Women, however, are not allowed in the army.

Nimlorth has turned its back on magic. And so it will take three magical women to keep it from disaster.

Shadowsister

In a world where your surname is written on your back when you are born, Valeria is cursed with the name Shadow. It is a name of sorceresses, of darker magics, of the unknown.

Diana Windshadow is an outlaw. Assassin, thief, Storm sorceress, everything. Her name has brought her nothing but shame and anger. And so she vowed to take in all her fellow Shadows.

Valeria isn’t quite what she was expecting, though.

Star, Dragon, Sea, Forest, Stone

They say that the dragons are dying. They say that the eggs are too well hidden. They say that there will never be a Dragonrider again.

Caroline knows they are wrong. And when a prophecy is delivered to her, she knows exactly what to do.

But there is something that no prophecy could ever forsee coming. And Caroline is determined to stop it.

Nightlocke

Alene Riemroneith Nightlocke, Lady of a Thousand Names, assassin, bounty hunter, Captain of the Skyblood, Asenau, and Princess of Astoria is, well, infamous. She kills and steals without regard, destroying worlds and civilizations.

Ari is just a girl with a few friends and a determination to gain power and influence.

They are one and the same.

It’s never been easy being Ari Nightlocke.

And it’s not about to be.

[justthehopeleft]

I- 285 Summit Street

I don't try to get into trouble. No matter what Ari, Cudite, or any other poor soul who has to rescue me says, I do not  try to get myself in these terrible situations.

I just end up in trouble a lot. I really can't help it.

So it's the middle of summer, a nice, breezy day in June. The sun is shining, the sky is cloudless, and Dias is full of people. A couple citizens bow as I pass by, but other than that, I am unnoticed. And I love it.

Being an empress is difficult sometimes, with all of the court duties and debates. And of course, there's Lord Boestal with his stupid plan to remove our military power and win over all the surrounding worlds- yes, the ones physically attacking us- with diplomacy. He may be one of the most charismatic members of my court, but that certainly doesn't give him the intelligence required to understand simple logistics.

I grab a fruit from the nearest vendor, flipping her a coin as payment. The sweet tartness of the plum-like poeso distracts me from my thoughts. Bright colors flash by as children run down the streets, laughing and playing as children should.

I turn down an alleyway, because for all my logistical, military, and whatever other types of intelligence it takes to run an empire like Astoria, I lack common sense at the most crucial of times.

Dark buildings loom above me, the sunlight cut off by the towering homes and offices. I'm a fair way down the alleyway, almost into the next street. And that's when I bump into him.

Tall, dark, and handsome, I suppose. If you squint. A lot. A wave of hair covers his eyes and somehow shines in the dark alley.

"Excuse me, darling. Have you lost your way?"

His voice is deep and chocolatey, sending shivers down my spine. And yet... There's a strange feeling somewhere deep inside me. If it weren't for the fact that he gives me weird vibes (and the fact that I'm still not quite over my boyfriend, who freaking died on me, the idiot), I would call it... love?

No, not love. Definitely more creepy vibes than butterflies.

"No, I'm f-fine. Totally fine. Thank you. You may depart."

Darn it! Stupid stutter! Stupid habit of formally dismissing people! I could've at least insulted him!

"Are you... sure you're fine? Because I think you want something, and I'm more than willing to give it to you." A coldness settles in me at his words. It feels... wrong. No, more than wrong.

I may lack common sense when necessary, but I remember to quickly whisper something under my breath, hoping to all hopes he won't hear what I say.

"Diana, sequence one, sequence thirty-three, Ari."

My whisper activates the built-in AI, quickly transmitting my location to Ari Nightlocke.

"What was that, hmm? Trying to call for help? We can't have that now, can we?"

[justthehopeleft]

If you can't learn basic manners, you can't tell me to change my life.

Ari Nightlocke

[justthehopeleft]

They ask why I died, and I tell them it's because I loved too deeply and forgot to live.

Ari Nightlocke