#oc: niah foxx

[lostbluejayart]

[ The hypocrisy of being human .

The constant tug between solitude and company .

The desire to love so desperately and simultaneously be detached from it all .

Of wanting everything .

And wanting nothing . ]

[reddragon-cowboy]

A little something surrounding the relationship between Spike & Niah. I thought I'd share some more insight into Niah's peace-loving nature in comparison to Spike's tendencies to resort to violence when the situation calls for it. Yet, sometimes, it's all about the act of protecting ones who are dear to you, even if their choice of going about things might go against your beliefs in some way.

Niah tries to be a good girl.

Especially when she woke up in the future on Mars, she desired nothing but a clean slate as she was forced to begin a new life off earth. Niah was accustomed to trying to be an upstanding citizen throughout her life, presenting a ‘good’ image for her parents and other authoritative figures she’d come across. Unironically, her parents led her into a somewhat sheltered childhood, which eventually became an issue as she grew to develop her own independence. Even still, she wasn’t a person who started nor looked for trouble and did her best to obey all laws set in place (the ones that mattered anyway), even for a corrupt climate such as Mars where the superior authorities just barely exercised their power for the good of the people as they, instead, inflated their own self-interests at the expense of others.

Funnily enough, this exceedingly good, lawful image would come into question when she met Spike Spiegel, a bounty hunter who fell into her life on the pavement one silent night. Being placed in an interesting arrangement with an eccentric man whose past was shrouded in mystery, she had plenty of time to observe his…questionable activities as a licensed bounty hunter. With his code of conduct and moral compass revealing to be a tint darker against her own light, Niah continuously finds herself contrasting against his own views that seems drenched with apathy and violent ferocity, attributes the young woman noticed he keeps subdued underneath a mask of coolness.

Yet, along the way, she sometime wonders how Spike managed to sink his roots beneath her skin, slither through her veins and straight into where her hearts quicken its beat whenever he inches a tad closer. Shoulder to shoulder. His rugged fingers uncharacteristically soft when hands meet hers.

How his right eye squints as he aims that deadly Jericho with her in view, and shoots a bullet inscribed with his name on it. Niah isn't fond of guns due to the type of harm they do. But she realizes the weapon that rests at his hip is used honorably, used to protect her. Save her. Spike can pull the trigger when she lacks the heart too.

He’ll do the dirty work to protect her. Take the fall for her. At least for the sake of her good image.

@bebopcrew; Relationship Week. 02/20

🌹✨Spike Spiegel & Niah Foxx ✨🌹

[lostbluejayart]

[ It can be difficult to discern when he's sunk deep into his mind, especially when weary eyes had fallen low with a calm stillness as a pond at night, above the kiss of moonlight. His consciousness tend to always drift with no set destination as to where it'll land. Similar to cigarette smoke that blends into the wind with each exhale between his lips, air cool and dry, and delicately swirls around the soft visage of the woman's face at his side.

Her words spoke volumes when something sparkled in her mind. Sometimes, they might seemed trivial and insignificant to garner enough interest. What she desires to convey, to portray something viewed worthless, was valuable. Simple things were a thing of beauty. Ugly things were a thing of beauty. Things that were broken, are never far beyond repair…the moon, with all her imperfections, dents and collisions, still shine bright …]

[lostbluejayart]

[ "Crawl inside this body - find me where I am most ruined, love me there." - Rune Lazuli ]

[lostbluejayart]

[ A resident born on old earth at a different era, all she’s ever known was giving and showing love generously, for her heart brims with streams of life that it feels too full to just hold it all in, but the worlds hostile features repeatedly threaten to encapsulate her essence in a jar that would withhold all that she is. ]

🌸 Niah Foxx Lore 🌸

[lostbluejayart]

My baby girl. 90's. Love poetry and gardening. Daydreamer. Poignant. Nature and animals. Cowboy bebop oc.

[lostbluejayart]

[ I threw myself to the wolves

only to learn the tenderness of their howl

and the loyalty in their blood . ]

Niah. A sheep who's been hurled into the den where hungry wolves lie in wait. But there's one lone wolf she's come to know, one whose tenderness seeps in the way his voice cries out in his haunting howl, poignancy and bitter tragedy in a song that echos throughout the cosmos. A quiet melody of a bounty hunter where space is silent, uninviting, and cold.

But who would've known it? How familiar he's known tenderness in which he tries to hide it? Pretends to act like he's never known it?

[lostbluejayart]

Cowboy Bebop oc: Niah Foxx

Niah Foxx. A twentieth century woman born in the 90's. She was one of the many victims frozen in time during cryogenic slumber due to the catastrophic gate disaster. And Niah awakens in the future to an alarming, new reality that turns her world upside down. Everything, everyone she once knew is gone. Life seems familiar, yet, life speaks to her as if a stranger. And she soon gains knowledge how mankind has taken to the stars, abandoning planet earth, their beautiful home now left alone . . . almost desolate.

Niah believes she don't belong in this new era, believes she don't mold into this new standard of society where crime and lawlessness abound across the solar system. People have lost touch with themselves, authenticity is absent, and people exchange credibility of truth for dishonest gain.

[lostbluejayart]

Stop lying Spike >:/

[lostbluejayart]

[ Spike doesn’t seem to mind engaging in activities that interests Niah, even if it’s something he’s not particularly interested in. If she finds delight in it, he’ll join in her joy as a way to spend time with her, at least as a way to see her smile and be in her company. As for Niah, his time with her is highly valued due to her worry over the conditions of his work environment as a Bounty Hunter. She’s often anxious if he’ll be safe, if whether or not she’ll see him again when he goes out on a bounty hunt. His time & company is precious when he gives it to her, and she savors such moments with him. ]

[lostbluejayart]

That face you make when a love song comes on and your mind goes straight to that one person. You try to hide it, but there’s no doubting how the heart just immediately swells with a heavy feeling that makes you feel whole. Almost complete ( once again ) .

[ How do I look away now that I have seen you?

- Rachel Meanies 🌹 ]

[lostbluejayart]

[The bounty hunter has developed the uncanny ability to adapt himself into most situations he steps into. The weight of terrible burdens rests hefty on his shoulders, dragged along through the muck and grime of a world bitter and corrupt where he navigates through, not a clear destination in sight to lay in rest, walking on a tight rope between life and death.

Secrets are hand-picked like flowers in a field of misery, easy to be kept silent, robbed of air, not given enough oxygen to breathe as he holds a tight lid on his mouth. Dreadful things that must not be shared, concealed from the light of truth that desperately reaches out to him, as does sunlight that stretches its fingers through water to caress the bottom with its wavy rays. But it shines brighter that his eyes began to hurt, particularly during the times she’ll observe him with an intimate kindness that causes a bleeding heart to ache, qualities of tenderness he doesn’t deserve, and guilt starts to bear sour fruit from terrible secrets, seeds planted long ago. 

The heart that bleeds blood is desperate and wanting. The heart that aches is full of yearning and craving. There is desperation in the way he remains near her, similarly to how fire licks the air to stay alive. When has he passed this point of no return that his heart has become attached? And what of the cost of her taking a bite of sour fruit that fumbled out of his hands where secrets spill with truth. ]

[ And if I lie, I lie because I love you, Because I am bothered by the things I do, - Anne Sexton, "My Friend, My Friend," from Selected Poems of Anne Sexton ]

[lostbluejayart]

✨Your very touch feels like an explosion,

beauty of a supernova ✨

✨🌠

[lostbluejayart]

Pulling out this compilation of arts of my oc, Niah Foxx. A slice of life type of soft earth girl who enjoys rollerskating, gardening, poetry, art, and being left alone to skip about in ones daydreams uvu

[lostbluejayart]

" Remind me why we're on earth again? "

Kinda a hot day to visit planet earth in the desert, don't cha think? Bad day, bad time maybe.

[lostbluejayart]

[This piece is a mere abstract interpretation of a conversation between Spike and Niah while the ‘sun’ slowly sets on Mars, which is where the surrounding theme of twilight in their story takes place. Originally in my mind, I would have drawn Niah in a gown with a pink sheer kimono falling off her shoulders, but I decided to go with something casual such as high-waist pants, tank, and a button-down shirt for this variation. ]

It’s a languid, moony scene where Spike walks into her yard to find her lounging on a lawn chair, sipping on some red wine and enjoying the scenery of her garden. She doesn’t appear to realize his presence quite yet, as her mind was lost in the enchantment of a daydream for a while now, making her lose partial focus on reality. But for just a moment, Spike stands still to bask in the quiet scene, eyes half-lidded beneath the shadow of his curly fringes as he watches her swallowed up in touches of red and green, smoke from his cigarette swirling across his vision. Spike can only admire from afar. At a distance. With a heart that aches at the sight of her. A heart full of yearning, tastes bittersweet upon his tongue, like forbidden fruit he desires to take a bite out of for just a measly taste. A simple drop of sweet wine that taints her lips a blushing red.