#oc edith nox

[theviridianbunny]

OTP: GOVERNMENT HOOKER

Feels like it's been at least 90 years since I posted my bastard netwatch agents together - so I thought I'd change that- take them out - pose them- blorbo day dream and not write any of my ideas down because wow !! Words are hard!!!

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[also woah!!! Biblically accurate Edith eyes be apon ye - I finally remembered to re install @meltingangelsmods 's rinnegan eyes from their hand drawn naruto eye set- which y'all should so check out its so cool !]

[sankttealeaf]

a moment alone

my end of an art trade with @theviridianbunny ! thank u so much for letting me draw edith and bryce! i hope they enjoy their night together curled up and watching movies<3

[cometkov]

EDITH NOX, feb 2021; (940 words) dug out this old drabble from my drafts and decided to finish/edit it for posting. i still have no clue where im going with this wip, but it felt nice to revisit it after such a long time and do some world building!

I paced around the perimeter of the room, not quite sure why Violet had brought me here—or where here was. She had dragged me down countless corridors, ringed fingers clasped around my wrist, until my head spun.

When we finally emerged from the serpentine maze, the ceiling rose sharply so that I had to crane my neck to see the full height of the walls. Adorned by a gold border, stark against the creamy marble that constituted the rest of the room, a prismatic skylight ushered in sunbeams. Directly beneath laid a large mirror, belly-up, that shattered the rays into fractals of color.

Violet's cheek caught a fitting shade of purple, swarthy skin turning into a deep mahogany. She bent over the mirror for a short eternity, head bowed and eyes closed, until she sighed deeply. “Edith Nox,” she said my name as if it were a burden to her tongue, “Have you no reverence? No respect for the Fates?”

I thought about the various occasions in which the Fox had nearly killed me—both accidentally and intentionally—and how the Owl never seemed to speak to me, only at me. The Cat hadn't even shown up yet so I supposed it was unfair to judge so soon, but the Fates certainly seemed to have a distaste for me.

“Where are we?” I asked, avoiding Violet's question.

“This is the oldest sacellum in Iglanies. It was constructed by Lady Hyacinth of Eden.”

I approached the mirror, looking into it as if all the answers I was seeking would be broadcast in the sky. All I was met with was my reflection and a few stray wisps of cotton circling my head from beyond the skylight. “Lady Hyacinth.”

“Do you know of her?”

Lady Hyacinth predated kings and queens, but not by much. She lived during the time Momma liked to refer to as the In-Between.

“The In-Between,” she would sign to me over the kitchen table or as we sat below the rustling oak tree in the sunny afternoon, “Was a dark time. People were still recovering from the Great Disaster, trying to rebuild their broken societies to accommodate magic. Lady Hyacinth was one of the brave heroes who helped turn Earth from a post-apocalyptic wasteland to the thriving planet we have today.”

Violet exhaled gustily, unclasping her hands and pulling herself to her feet. “If you cannot give me a simple answer, the education system has truly failed you, Nox.”

“She was an architect and priestess famous for building a water shrine that people claimed could heal any sickness.” A gleam of indigo from the mirror fell over my eye. I wondered what color Violet saw as she met my gaze.

“The Elysian Fountain. Lady Hyacinth constructed the basin entirely of quartz to purify the crippling terror plaguing society. For her devotion, the Fates bestowed the basin with properties of vitality. Any water that flows through it absorbs this blessing.”

I looked back at the mirror, a thought occurring to me. "This is the fountain? I thought it was a mirror."

“It does appear that way when the water is still.” Violet knelt down beside me and blew gently into the water, her breath sending a series of ripples across the surface. When she spoke again, the usual prickle of her voice had mellowed out of the velvety touch of lamb's ear. "Lady Hyacinth was a very clever woman. She wanted to protect the fountain so she constructed a system to absorb any vibrations in the room. It involves many layers of padding and works at nearly all angles.”

“Except above.”

“Yes, except above.”

“Why didn't she just lock it up? Or at the very least put a lid on it?”

“She was clever, but perhaps she was also too kind. She wanted the fountain to be hidden, but not kept a secret. It was her way of keeping it out of the wrong hands without preventing those in need from getting to it.”

Though her methods were confusing, I could understand Lady Hyacinth's intentions. She wanted to heal others and the Fates had given her something she could never have dreamed of. She couldn't decide how to use her gift without unleashing disaster.

I forced myself away from the fountain, finding myself staring too deeply into it. “You said this was a sacellum?” “The oldest in Iglanies.”

“It’s rather...grand, isn’t it?” The little shrines dedicated to the Fates back in Abricot were much smaller and lacked the intricacies of the one we sat in.

“Some claim Lady Hyacinth was...perhaps a tad bit...obsessive in her endeavors. She was dedicated to serving people, and as an extension, the Fates. She thought she should show her full efforts.”

“I see.” As I took note of all the details, I felt a pang of pity within me. The Fates didn't seem like the type to appreciate her efforts. At the very least, I could marvel at Lady Hyacinth's work in place of them.

I got on my knees and clasped my hands together just as Violet had before, bowing my head and conjuring the image of the Fates in my mind. Clearing my throat, I said loudly, “Fates above: that who spin us, that who tie us, that who cuts us, Lady Hyacinth put her whole heart into creating this place, so you better appreciate it.”

“Nox!” Violet exclaimed, “You pray with your mind, not your mouth.”

“Please and um, thank you,” I crossed my collarbone as I added in an attempt to quell Violet's annoyance.

“It seems prayer etiquette will need to be added to your studies.”

I laughed.

Violet didn't laugh back.

[timetrickster]

Celebrating Your Friend’s OCs: Edith Nox by Cometworks!

@yourocsbackstory is hosting an event (find out more here) to celebrate all the wonderful WIPS of our friends in the writing community!!

As the person I am, I care about so much about everyone’s creations of fantasy. But the one creation I want to focus on, made by the loveliest most amazing girl I first got to know and who loved my story when I started out. Her name is Comet (@cometworks) and she has this incredible story she is currently writing and believe me it is WONDERFUL.

Now to tell you about her WIP it is called Edith Nox this amazing story is filled with an alternate timeline, where Earth was ravaged by an apocalyptic event. Now the people of Earth have evolved to harness magics beyond imagination. From emotions to ice, to death and fire, and I’m sure the list could probably go on and on. It follows her character Edith Nox, a young girl with empathic magical abilities and her reluctance to save the world from a looming threat that threatens her home town.

Edith is a lovely gal with a passion for gardening and just trying to live a simple life. She is accompanied by her friend Noemi a necromancer and winged raven boy who is extremely nervous but is a good friend. Violet a princess of the kingdom that rules over the land and an advanced fighter in ice magic. It’s just so amazing how Comet writes these characters and DUDE I CANNOT STRESS THIS ENOUGH! AND SHE WILL MOST LIKELY BE MAD AT ME FOR MENTIONING THIS! BUT READ HER STORY BC THE WAY SHE DESCRIBES THINGS IS HELLA HELLA HELLA AMAZING! Comet is like a description goddess that makes every little thing sound beautiful and it makes you just fall in love with everything that this story is. 

(Comet please don’t be mad lol)

Honestly, I would love to go off and on and on about this story but I know it’s not complete and I love this story as I mentioned before. But I think I’ll wrap it up here. She’s an amazing gal and she’s an important person to me bc she is beyond amazing and this story, this magnificent story I am equally excited to see.

[halcyonights]

Muse List for Mobile

Note: The blogs marked WIP are still being worked on and may not be ready due to missing information and blog themes being edited. Sorry for the inconvenience!

It should also be noted that a lot of these blogs are new and low activity. My older blogs and more active blogs will be the ones I’ll usually be on the most, but if there’s one that catches your eyes I am always willing to pop over and see what we can do.

Crowe Altius (FFXV/Kingsglaive)

Lunafreya Nox Fleuret (FFXV/Kingsglaive)

Aurora (Firefox OC)

Imogen O'Connell (Werewolf OC)

Kat Sage (DMC/Devil May Cry)

Aerith Gainsborough (FFVII)

Asteria Venari (Dragon Age/Elf OC)

Solara Aldercapt Antiquum (FFXV)

Crepera Lucis Caelum (FFXV)

Yelena Belova (Black Widow/Marvel)

Charlotte Elbourne (Vampire Hunter D/Bloodlust)

Story (Lady in the Water)

Jean Grey WIP (X-Men/Marvel)

Slyvie Laufeydottir (Loki/Marvel)

Edith Cushing (Crimson Peak)

Lenore (Castlevania)

Wanda Maximoff (WandaVision/Marvel)

Hunter D (Vampire Hunter D/Bloodlust)

Leviathan (FFXV)

Yennefer of Vengerberg WIP (the Witcher)

Fenris (Dragon Age)

Syrena WIP (POTC: On Stranger Tides)

Death of the Endless (The Sandman)

Dream of the Endless (The Sandman)

Gregory the Gargoyle WIP (The Sandman)

Amalthea (The Last Unicorn)

Frey Holland WIP (Forspoken)

[theviridianbunny]

happy halloween to those who celebrate the holiday ~ ! --- the scares and screams props by @breezypunk is out now (( thank you for making this pack Breezy - you've enabled me to make the most silly girlboss crossover - in a strange way I think Edith and Pyramid head would be besties XD))

[cometkov]

ahhh you’re so right!!

aaand another one.

[cometkov]

EDITH NOX SNIPPET

here’s a snippet of an interaction between Edith and Noemi I quite enjoyed writing. it’s a little longer than usual, but enjoy!!

word count: 1488

I buried my face into Noemi's chest, knowing it would dampen his shirt, but too broken to worry. Sobs racked my chest; he soothed each one with small, circular motions over my back. For the first time in a while, I felt at home. But the thought of Abricot only made my heart ache more, and I found myself overcome by another desperate cry.

"It's okay, Edith." His voice was tender, like slicing into warm apple pie. The brown sugar-cinnamon coaxed a little calm out of me. "Let it all out. Let it go." And I did. Slowly, the sorrow that had wormed its way into the deepest cavities of my heart, found its way out.

A sheet of silence wrapped around us as my whimpers softened. Soon, all that was left was blots of tears on Noemi's shirt and sticky trails of dried salt on my cheeks. I took a deep breath before retreating out of the bubble of safety beneath his coat. "Thank you." I wiped stray globs of tears from my eyes, "And sorry about your shirt."

He waved my apology off. "This shirt has seen worse days. Remember when Perrie caught that nasty stomach bug and threw up all over me?"

I gaped at him, still swiping at my face. "No way."

He nodded, a bit mischievously.

"Oh my Fates, that's disgusting!" I shoved him playfully and he collapsed onto the bed in a fit of hysterical laughter. "You let me rub my face all over that! Why didn't you warn me?!"

"You looked in need of a hug! And I didn't tell you to go smear your face all over me! That one's on you."

"Ugh, that's gross." I groaned, flopping down next to him. "I can't believe you still wear that thing."

"I'll have you know this is a perfectly good shirt, minus the puke."

Laughter filled the room, invoking that same warm feeling of freshly baked pie, expect this time in my mouth and accompanied by an ooey-gooey caramel flavor. It was heavenly. But as our fit of giggles died down, a less jubilant taste took over.

"Noemi," I began, but was quickly cut off.

"That reminds me, someone came into the shop with this." He muscled his way off the bed, the cushioning so soft it was like quicksand, and wrestled with his bag until he pulled a dented cardboard box out with a childlike sense of triumph. His wings swayed, kicking up a slight wind as he handed it to me. "But I thought you would like it more than anyone else who might want to buy it."

I accepted it, although not without hesitance. Gifts were well and fine, but somehow, this felt different. The box had a slight weight to it, enough to make me set it down in my lap before continuing. "What is it?"

Noemi shrugged. "Open it."

So I did. Out slid a limp pile of material. It took the form of a jacket—not unlike the one the Beast had torn up in our previous encounter—as I pinched its sides and held it in the air to survey. The most notable difference was the color. This one was missing that emerald green sheen Momma had once called perfect for me. Instead, it was a deep, murky green. Something you'd find if you dove to the bottom of a marsh and pulled the first thing you felt from the mud. But truthfully, I didn't exactly feel very dazzling considering everything that had happened since Clementine’s death. Maybe it was the change of wardrobe I needed.

It slipped over my skin smoothly, as if had been made to sit on my shoulders. The silky layer stitched inside was a contrast to the rather textured outside. Ribbed cuffs hugged my wrists and an identically patterned collar chafed against my bare collarbone, as if prompting me to trace my neck in sign of the Fates. The pockets were deep enough to hold a variety of knick-knacks I collected on my many wanderings. "Thank you." My voice was soft with gratitude. Even if it felt like the world was against me, Noemi was there to swoop in and save me.

"Don't go ruining this one." He teased, trying to keep his voice light. His anxious wings and bitter flavor betrayed him. Don't go dying now, was what he really meant.

I was unable to meet his expectant stare. "I'll try not to."

He frowned. "Edith—"

"I know what you mean. You don't have to say it."

"Then you also know that I can't just accept an I'll try for an answer."

Crescent moons pricked my palms as I balled my hands into fists. "I have to do this, Noemi. I have to."

"Why?” He leaned toward me, searching for an explanation in my eyes. “This isn't your fight, Edith. You can come home and leave all this prophecy shit behind!"

“What happens then, if I go back to Abricot? How long does It follow me before someone else dies? Who does It kill next?" I inched closer as well, meeting his unwavering gaze with an even stronger one.

"Don't—"

"Me? You? Maybe someone who doesn't have anything to do with this whole mess. Maybe it'll get my moms, or Perrie!"

Noemi stiffened, his wings tensing at the thought of his little sister like that. I had hit him where it hurt the most, but he needed to understand. I had to make him understand.

"Don't you get it?! All those innocent people will die!"

"You were an innocent person, Edith." He insisted, still not backing down. "They stole that from you."

"Well I'm not so innocent anymore!" It poured out of me without warning, the complete and utter desperation to make it make sense. It sung sharply, like that of nails on a chalkboard. But the louder it got, the more it reminded me of knife on live flesh, the melody of writhing human beneath blade. The way Noemi pulled back at my outburst, I half-expected him to begin harmonizing with it. "You don't understand. You're never going to understand."

"Make me." He was resolute. Stubborn. Unmoving. But I barreling toward him at full speed, unable to stop and I really wished he would just jump out of the way already.

"No," I pressed my hands against my face, trying to force everything back under my skin. "No." I wasn’t sure if I was talking to myself or him.

"You're right about one thing, Edith. I don't understand. But you can show me what you can't say. It's like you always say, we can share the burden."

"No. Please, no." The music bled from my pores. It stained my clothes with clefs and consecutive crotchets and chords that contrasted so heavily I was barely able to tell there were any in the first place.

"Make me understand, or I won't let you do this. I'll stop you, no matter what it takes. I won't let you end up like the Princess."

The room wasn't big enough to hold the cacophony that crescendoed from my vocal chords. Memories were marched through my throat like wool at a loom, woven into the screeching that erupted from my mouth. It sounded like the sky being torn open, blood battering the Earth instead of rain. It sounded like the emptiness that existed between constellations and like diving into a bath of magma. Strawberry-blonde hair and holes where hearts should have been were suddenly just strings of incoherent words, vomiting from my mouth.

His eyes were haunted. For a moment, I didn't recognize him. Then his wings twitched and I was left with only a single words sailing past my lips, a whisper of magic still laced in my breath. "Noemi..."

My glasses had fallen off my face at one point or another and I was thankful I couldn't see his expression in its clarity. The fear, which had tripled, etched into his heart spoke for him.

"Noemi I...I'm...I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to-I'm sorry." I made a reach for him, but he flung himself backwards, right off the bed. He had felt a piece of what I did. He was terrified. I had broken him. "I didn't mean to. I promise, I really didn't mean to. I got so caught up in myself. Oh Eden, I'm so sorry."

He picked himself up off the ground, chest heaving with unbridled panic. At a speed I didn't think possible with such bulky wings, he beelined to the door.

I couldn't let him go. He had to understand what a terrible mistake it all was. "Noemi, wait!"

He held a hand up, freezing me in place once again. It took him a moment to gain enough composure to speak. "Don't....don't die, Edith."

The door clicked behind him and I was alone.

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[cometkov]

She didn’t understand. My voice quivered as I asked again, “But what if we do? What if I...” The question remained unspoken, hanging in the air like a weight above our heads.

What if I failed?

Her eyes pieced me, as if they really were the razor sharp diamonds they appeared to be. “You win.” She said matter-of-factly, “Or die trying.”

“What if we fail?”

“Failing is not an option. Millions of people will die if we do.”

[theviridianbunny]

HUMAN ERROR DOESN’T REGISTER WITHIN MY CODING (I DO NOT MAKE MISTAKES)

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THE WORD ON THE STREET - SHE WILL FRY YOUR NEUROLOGICAL NETWORK WHILST SMILING ABOUT IT

[cometkov]

Edith: “mam” (she was trying to say “mama”)

Noemi: “ow”

Violet: “boom”

Clementine: “berry” or “burry”, nobody in the family knows which one she was trying to say & she doesn’t remember either

As a baby, what was your OC’s first word? 

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