#oc:sophia

[amnesiacrabbit]

The Book Thief

Thirty steps towards a gaudy looking building in the corner and then back to the plaza. Thirty-seven towards stalls in the corner. Guardsman continued his route with monotony worth of a machine. Thirty-two steps through the east side of the market. Little did he realize he is being watched closely by two grey eyes. Twenty-two steps back. Getting tired already, soldier?

The town was just in the middle of the celebration of Wintersun. Streets were full of merry people shopping for an upcoming feast. Heavy snowing of past days finally stopped, making the clearing of snow most frequent pastime until now. And guards were getting sloppy. Perfect opportunity for pickpockets. Sophia carefully watched patrols going around the market in slow strides as they made their routes with little effort as possible. It was getting quite dark, but the crowd wasn’t getting any smaller. Which made her plan more difficult or maybe easier, depends on how you looked at it. But one thing was sure, she was not interested in customers purses at all.

Her focus lied in the corner of the plaza. The simple cart was approaching the market with one draught horse silently huffing white clouds as it breathed. She saw what was inside. Drawn to it like a moth to the flame. Tucked in between different sized goods was a leather-bound square package.

Confiscated books.

The cart itself, manned by two vice-guards, was almost empty with only some scare supplies and forfeited packages given in by some poor scared soul. Nothing unusual except a few illegal spellbooks which got mixed in. Seems like guards weren’t fully realizing what they were carrying either. If it wasn’t some elaborate inquisitor trap that is. It was just too much of good opportunity to miss. Or get killed. Sceptical voice ran through her head. But if these books got into guard’s barracks or inquisitor’s hands, she will never be able to reach them again. No, this was the best opportunity she got.

Sophia sensed as hair stand up on the nape of her neck as a passing guard measured her with rising suspicion. She looked inside of nearest stall pretending sudden interest in marzipan candy in most leisure poise she could manage. Just another child caught in holiday spirit nothing more. The pressure slowly dissipated, and she almost sighed in relief. There were many urchins in this town and her being all alone really didn’t help either. Luckily, she has always known when she was being watched. Stronger the intent stronger the feeling.

The cart now stopped and both of guards got down simultaneously. First of them just right away started to argue with a near merchant, the second one stayed looking after the cart. It is her who was a problem. She who had no interested in ongoing argument and was looking very bored, but also watching her surroundings very carefully. Sophia tucked her loose strand of brown hair back under the hood to soothe her nerves. Time to make a round through the market and keep away from the crowd.

Finally, the second guard moved from her spot, most probably called over by her colleague who seemed to been losing his patience with the merchant. And just like that cart is left unattended albeit only for a short moment. She had to be quick, the opportunity window was quite small.

Just one book, just one. Anything more is too greedy. And greedy thieves don’t live very long.

Something in her mind screeched in warning as she starts to move, sliding closer to the cart. Quick glance on the back of guard who is now lazily striding to join her colleague. Still turned, good. Sophia hunches down to make herself look smaller as she approaches horse in front of the cart and dives behind it to hide from crowd eyes.

She pats the animal with a soothing gesture as to plead for its cooperation. The horse looks tired almost apathetic to her presence. She is now tucked behind it, safe from prying eyes of patrolling guards. The only patrol that would have a clear view of her now have another two minutes to finish their route. If they don’t shorten it from boredom off course.

It is too late to back out now. Both guards are on the opposite side of the cart and their attention is on the merchant. She takes a small knife to her now sweaty palm and makes her way to the side of the cart where books are closest. One to three slices with a knife to cut the rope holding covers of the cart creates gap big enough for her to reach through. The leather package is just on the other side and she mostly feels it instead of seeing it as she focuses her magic senses towards guards who threaten to potentially see her small stunt. Leather stripes are quick work for her sharp blade. One step closer to her price. She is now running her fingers over book covers. There it is! Small electroshock accompanied by a sense of familiarity. This one! As she claws at the chosen book with one hand to pull it out. As she finally frees it rest of the books just thuds on each other in way louder noise then she expected. Or it was only loud in her head?

But the book is in her hands now and she just hastily shoving it under her slightly oversized coat. Got to love winter clothes. Looking back at guards is too scary now so she just turns around tiptoeing away from the cart as fast as she can. Takes two quick breaths as she seizes an opportunity with a passing couple too drawn to each other to notice anything to stand up and act all casual.

Her heart racing a million miles an hour. Passing looks and casual attention from the crowd now burns as hot iron put straight to her skin. She is now hugging herself quite awkwardly as she tries to prevent the book from slipping out under her coat. Her huddled figure is making way away from busy streets at a steady pace.

She did it! She took a spellbook and nobody is any wiser. Now just avoid the sight of patrols on the market for few days and vice-guards probably for rest of her life. Her thundering heart was finally slowing down as she thinks what to do next. Time to drift to another city just to be sure.

[solardrake]

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[spookyat91]

Thank youuu very much!!! <3 ITS PERFECT!

Hello! :3 Can you do nsfw headcannon with Philip Ojomo/The Wraith with a hispanic ( mexican ) goth female survivor? ( she is my oc. i love dbd so much so i made an oc survivor ) She was a goth who enjoy writing dark stories . She enjoying writing witchy and dark stuff in her notebook. Many people judge her to be weird and satanic because of her looks and for her interest in occultism. But she is very loyal and generous

Let’s hope I did not fail. I’m sorry if I did

NSFW The Wraith HCs

You were always a little distant from the other survivors, and you had your suspicions why, but it was rather rude

Just because you dressed darkly and had that edgy vibe, it doesn’t mean you weren’t a loyal person who would always try to help in the Trials

Luckily, someone did notice that, but it wasn’t who you may have thought

It was from the Wraith, or rather, Philip, who first noticed this and took an interest

It was what easily led to a more than friendly relationship

You felt comfortable with him, be it because you were both from different worlds than most the people here, killers or survivors

Sure there was Tapp and the Oni, there was people/monsters from all over the world, but it was comforting knowing Philip had darker complexion like yourself

It may have been from two very different parts of the world, but it was nice to not think you were being judged in the back of your mind

It was also nice to have him interested in what you write rather than fear it, looking at the magic, witchcraft, and sorcery in awe rather than fear

He was particularly interested in the satanism and demon related things, but never outright said it, but you noticed

Philip was also particularly interested in the love magic/rituals you had taken notes on and wanted to be apart of it

If it said a love connection was at its greatest on a full moon, well it’s a good thing the moon is always full in the Realms

If crushed up rose petals was a must for something or another, he’d travel far and wide to find a rose for you

That doesn’t take any of the romance out of it all, don’t worry

Philip was always a romantic, with his touches gentle and precise

Even with whatever is going on with his face (lol), he still would kiss you all over

Be it your lips, your chest, or the soft spot between your legs

Just because he was interested in your occult stuff doesn’t mean he was going to rely on it

He was confident with his hands, and even more confident when using them on your naked body

Philip loved how linger you were, loved how wet he could get you, loved how he could make you come apart under him

It was like magic itself, and the way you looked under him was radiant despite the dark colors you wore

And it’s not like you complained about his enthusiasm

It was pretty magical to you too after all ;)

[amnesiacrabbit]

ShoH OC’s Characters first impressions

My characters first impressions (in teens and as adults + tropes)

Sophia

Sophia has oval face fluffy brown hair and curious eyes. You couldn’t say anything else then she is cute. Almost too cute as you wanted to smother her violently. But you could never say it to her face because from nowhere she got angry. Cute my ass she wanted to be taken seriously.

First impressions were often like that, but then she surprises you when she deadpans answers to all unwelcomed teasing comments. As an adult, she is calm now, thoughtful but mostly silent if she isn’t between friends. She often unintentionally end up sneaking up on people, scaring them. Weirdly enough her eyes are always bright and sharp. Only sometimes mischievous spark pasts them. (strong silent type)

 Aurora

Aurora was always worthy of her name. She has around her some unseen vibrating energy. Like if you are watching hummingbird wings but can make out exact colours. Always drawing attention even without doing anything special. She was and still is an embodiment of warmth. Orange to auburn hair, full lips and gentle playful expression.

But she was all too welcoming, all too trusting, it could come as dishonest and all too meek. She had to change. Steeling her expression and schooling it into a more neutral one. A small smile never left her expression, but she is more patient now. More straightforward with her words and all to stronger in pursuing her endeavours. (silk hiding steel)

 Deirdre

For Deirdre it was always how it was before and how it was after. Before she was charming, beaming with energy, always ready to tell a story, to be centre of attention. And she is a captivating storyteller. Changing between characters in the blink of an eye, bringing her story to life with passion. Her blond hair giving her radiating crown and hazel eyes earthly grounding look.

Then was after. Her more rough face and love for drama shifted to intimidating aura and sometimes intense expression. Smile is scarcer from her and so it is a lightweight comment. Like as if landing on the earth from all those stories she loved so much was too hard for her. But she doesn’t look weak, quite contrary actually. She is ready to protect things and people that matter to her as she expresses it freely. (mama bear)