#oc: othamo

[coldbloodedcreator]

Touch

a little gift for @luminescentlyricist ! i just... have some intense clown brainrot. also, excuse how jumbled and weird it might be at the end, I was passing out (still am) while writing it and im too excited to share it to revise much. fandom: homestuck (oc oriented) characters: othamo oculus (oc), jezakk imetat (friends oc) length: 1426 words pov: 3rd person (jezakk)

touch.

that was one way othamo would communicate with jezakk.

a pat at the shoulders to access where the smaller was, a grab at his arm to signal he needed help walking. he could be a bit rough but usually never meant to harm jezakk, told by the small apologizes that muttered from his lips. he could be verbally affectionate — but they were rarer than jezakk liked. he understood, though. being verbal about feelings was hard. jezakk couldn't get a single sentence out without his voice stuttering and cracking, no matter how hard he tried. he admired how flat his matesprit could keep his tone. sometimes he wondered if he could ask othamo how to control his voice - as othamo was one of the few troupe members who spoke with no rises in his voice at all, and spoke at a moderately quiet level compared to everyone else. but he doubted othamo would, or that it would work for long.

jezakk's internal dialogue was interrupted by a tight grip as his arm. claws dug into his flesh and jezakk had to quickly brief a glance towards his matesprit, before giving his vice gripped claws a gentle pat. "Uh," jezakk sort of grumbled low, to his best ability. he still held his claws over othamos, resisting the urge to try and pry them off. even if he tried, othamo would likely just grab on at a different section of his arm. "hEy.. cOUld yOU Uh... rElAx A lIttlE, Oth?" he sort of stammered. his eyes flickered back and forth from the emotionless grin on his matesprit's face to the near wall, his shoulders tense. luckily for him the claws relaxed and jezakk could feel the blood start to return to his arm. "i gEt yOUr nErvOUs-" othamo blunted overspoke jezakk, claws digging in once more. "im n⊙t nerv⊙us." he grunted. jezakk could hear othamo's breath hissing through his irregular, pin prick teeth, his smile much more open than his resting one. jezakk was near convinced that othamo grinned when he was nervous, and that othamo was a nervous wreck at all times. which wasn't rather farfetched from what jezakk had gathered from previous drops of othamo's cool facade, or the comments he made, but jezakk could hardly tell when othamo was being sincere or not. he couldn't even tell when othamo's rage was genuine. jezakk's eyes landed at the floor, where he could just barely see his foot tapping against the cold cement. he near became fully absorbed with his nervous leg bouncing before an idea sparked in the back of his mind. "hEy, I hAd An IdEA..." he could feel othamo's claws loosen more, before they eventually relaxed and let go. jezakk gingerly touched at where the claws had sunk in and left indents, feeling the small bumps. there was a few greasy smears of the oils from othamo's marionette strings that made jezakk briefly grimace. "what is it?" jezakk could've sworn that was more of a demand than a question. the way othamo's raspy voice spoke was a bit unnerving at times. othamo had told jezakk that when he was younger, he didn't start talking till he was around 6 or 7 sweeps old, which at first sounded somewhat ridiculous. but ... it did make some sense. "I wAs thInkIng.. AbOUt hOw yOU strUgglE wIth shOwIng AffEctIOn?" jezakk tried to word this in the kindess way possible. he could see othamo's eyebrow quirk out of the corner of his eyes. "whAt If I shOwEd yOU A wAy tO dO It wIthOUt wOrds?" "y⊙u mean asl?" for once his voice changed at the end, but went deeper instead of higher. it still registered as a questioning tone, but a grumpy one. "yEAh! wEll, Uh, nO, nOt cOmplEtEly, bEcAUsE.. yOU knOw," he gave a few vague hand movements, even though they'd go unnoticed. "yes. because im blind. i kn⊙w." it almost sounded like a sigh coming from him. jezakk frowned.

"AnywAys. wEll.. I knOw yOU lIkE drUmmIng yOUr fIngErs On stUff, sO mAybE sOmEthIng wIth thAt?" jezakk could see othamo's smile growing more forced, signalling a zone out on othamo's end. jezakk jabbed an elbow at othamo and he straighted up again. he gave no apology for his brief lack of consciousness, simply giving jezakk a smile. "... hOw dOEs thAt sOUnd?" "h⊙w d⊙es what s⊙und." jezakk sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. sometimes his matesprit was so goddamn stubborn. instead of making a mistake like last time where the question spiraled out of control, he just gave a small shake of his head. he reached his claws forward, placing them on othamo's shoulder gently. underneath the three different layers othamo tensed up at the touch. after a brief few seconds to let othamo's shoulders relax did jezakk drum his claws against his matesprit, giving a reassuring smile. "I lOvE yOU." jezakk said gently. he could feel othamo's blind gaze near bore through his skull. the taller's claws drifted forward, resting against jezakk's arm. he drums his fingers against it much gentler than expected, almost lost between the sweater fabric. this caused a wide smile to form on jezakk's face and a gentle flush fill his heart, and he lowered his hand. a few moments passed before othamo moved his hand to jezakk's face and drummed there as well. othamo's smile had visible softened. it was almost like his icy exterior melted away, revealing the personality that jezakk knew as his matesprit. othamo slowly crouched - trying to avoid popping his knees, as he understood the sound wasnt very desirable - and quickly after engulfed jezakk into a hug. he pulled jezakk close as a loud purr begun to rumble from deep within his chest and he nuzzled his face against jezakk's shoulder. his claws drummed rhythmically against jezakk's back, over and over, as he gave the tinkerer a squeeze. jezakk was rather surprised, but also quite elated, at the sudden affection. his cheeks turned lilac as he wrapped his arms around his matesprit, placing his chin on othamo's shoulder. his own claws gently rolled against othamo’s back, able to feel the scutes that decorated the spine of the puppeteers spine. it was a nice feeling. a few minutes pass, and they depart from their embrace. othamo remained crouched for a little bit, simply facing jezakk. the smaller purpleblood didn't move, as othamo still his claws on his shoulders.

"hey jazzy." "hm?" he blinked, tilting his head as a force of habit. "want t⊙ kn⊙w s⊙mething?" othamo asked, grin still present. jezakk lets out a soft chuckle. "sUrE, whAt Is It?" "when i think ⊙f y⊙u, i d⊙nt try t⊙ imagine the bits and pieces put t⊙gether ⊙f what y⊙u might l◎‿◉k like. i think ⊙f the stars. ⊙r at least my mem⊙ries ⊙f them. i used t⊙ marvel at the night sky, enam⊙red by them. they were s⊙ beautiful. y⊙u remind me ⊙f th⊙se stars, jazzy. s⊙ bright, interw⊙ven int⊙ the cl⊙uds ⊙f stardust."

a long pause came from jezakk. he stared at othamo, unable to find words. eventually he found a smile and another giggle leaves his lips. "Oth... thAts sO swEEt. I dIdn't knOw yOU wErE A rOmAntIc." othamo gives a playful nudge, leaning back onto his heels. "d⊙n't get t◎‿◉ c⊙cky ab⊙ut it, ⊙r else i w⊙nt tell y⊙u my pent up l⊙ve p⊙ems at all." othamo holds a genuine smile though, shoulders lax. he leaned forward and gently pressed his cold nose against jezakk's before giving the tinkerer a drum on the shoulders, and then standing straight. his previous fears seemed to have long since left him, his matesprit bringing his mood up significantly. othamo's smile can only widen more as another troll pops into jezakk's practice tent - where the two trolls currently were. he could hear the troll mutter something about "i knew id find you here" before informing the puppeteer his show was to begin soon, and othamo gives a simple nod. he looked to jezakk's direction once more before leaning down to place an affectionate kiss on jezakk's forehead, murmuring a few soft words and then making his way out. he paused at the entrance of the tent, glancing back again. he reached to the nearby beam and gave it a drum, smile perked. and then he leaves, vanishing into the bright big top to preform. jezakk could only watch, grin soft and his heart still beating firmly in his chest.

othamo could communicate verbally with jezakk, too. and boy does he love when he did.

[coldbloodedcreator]

New Gear

luminescentlyricist asked: othamo and jezakk first meeting, please :o)zzz alright, i cant argue with that. i love writing about our clowns :o)8 fandom: homestuck (oc oriented) characters: othamo oculus (oc), jezakk imetat (friends oc) length: 900 words (short) pov: 3rd person (othamo)

YOUR NAME IS OTHAMO OCULUS. and it is another grueling day at the circus.

well, maybe he was being too harsh about it.

the past few days in the troupe had been rather uneventful, the acts played quite typical per usual. othamo had canceled his act for the week because it simply didn’t live up to his expectations when he was practicing for it — as much as the ringmaster would disapprove. othamo was stubborn with his acts — if they weren’t perfect when practice, they weren’t fit to be seen. and the puppeteer's blindness made the room for errors in his acts even thinner.

there was a buzz going about the troupe today that there was someone new ‘visiting.‘ othamo knew what this meant.

 the ringmaster - or the mordant king, albeit othamo refused to call him that — had roped another troll into the circus via his unethical tactics. most, if not all the members of the circus here joined the same way this recruit would, although othamo and a troll he caught himself were spared of this tactic. 

oh well, their loss. if they managed to get pulled in, it was their own fault.

othamo was rather intently focused on the dull clicks of his claws against a glass jar. coarse marionette strings laid clumped inside the bottle and he gently yanked at them as he pulled a few free. crossing the thread over his claws he began to tie the strings to each finger slowly, a low hum leaving his lips as the familiar feeling brought a toothy grin to his face. oh, how he loved to puppeteer. how a simple twitch of the claws could bring life to a marionette, allow it to tell its own story. the sound of their wooden joints clicking together instinctively filled his ears and brought a flushed feeling of ease to othamo. 

lost in thought, the purple blood blundered into another body. a loud crash as his jar of strings fell to the floor, shattering into a hundred little shards that othamo would likely find later dug into his shoe heels. he hadn’t even realized he had been moving in the first place and only furthered his confusion as he jerked back, and a low growl bubbled up from his throat as he harshly breathed in the scent of the other. 

the smell that filled the blind troll's nose was nowhere near familiar. this only brought his lips back further, gleaming sharp teeth becoming visible like some feral cat. if he had any fur, it would be pricked with anger.

“wh⊙ are y⊙u?“ othamo spat. mingled within the sharp scent of the stranger othamo could pick up the faint, bittersweet smell of their purple blood, but this did not quell his anger. but the follow-up tang that followed caused othamo’s smile to crack at the edges, going further than it naturally should. this was a smell he liked. the smell of fear. 

“uHm-“ they stuttered, fumbling with their words. their shoes scuffled against the cold floor as othamo advanced towards them, his impatient thin. he backed them into a corner - or at least, he thought so, as they stopped moving - and leaned closer to their face. 

the citrus-y smell of fear wafted off their face in volumes. nervous mumbling came from them as they fought to form a sentence, othamo’s looming figure catching them off guard. 

“I - am THe neW RecRUiT... jeZAkK. jeZAKK IMEtat.“ they finally managed through their breaths. this brought a low snicker from othamo.

 "⊙h~" othamo leaned back. his spine popped as he straightened, the hostility seeming to vanish from his face. he quirked a brow. "is that s⊙? my deepest ap◎l◉gizes then." a few beats of silence passed before he let out a small snort. "n⊙t. I d⊙nt care if we're the same bl◎‿◉d — kn⊙w y⊙ur place, newbie. y⊙u are inferi⊙r t⊙ the likes ⊙f me." othamo snarled, jerking forward and causing the other troll to flinch backward in fear. his smile grew sinister as he then slowly rose once more, body creaking, and popped the collar of his cape out again. "im n⊙t exactly f⊙nd ⊙f grubs interrupting me. d⊙ y⊙u have any excuse f⊙r h⊙w rudely y⊙u destr⊙yed my mari⊙nette string jar?" othamo asked, clasping his claws together. he swiftly realized that he didn’t have all of his strings tied on due to the run-in, and his claws clenched together tightly. silence rose from jezakk.

“i.. uhM.. No? i diDn't meAN tO, i swEar-“ othamo claws dig into jezakk’s cheek. he firmly clutched the side of the smaller troll's face, grin growing. his jaw lets out a crack as if he was preparing to unhinge his mouth and bite jezakk’s face off. 

“then y⊙u ⊙we me~“ his claws dragged underneath jezakk’s chin, the sharp nails just barely avoiding nicking the soft flesh. a low rumble came from othamo’s chest as he purred, although this purr was not pleased. he slowly draws his hand away as purple rippled into his lifeless eyes. vision poured into othamo’s eyes as his chucklevoodoos latched onto jezakk, othamo’s face visible once more to him through jezakk’s eyes. he clasps his claws together excitedly as he lets out a low chuckle, straightening up once more. he then released them to reach out for jezakk to grab hold of his shoulder.

“let’s get g⊙ing then, shall we?“