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Odd Della Robbia Twenty Four Years Old Middle School History Teacher™

[odddella]

Text: Sun➜ Odd

Sun: Thats good...good...

Sun: So say someone wanted to get a ged how hard is that

Odd: Uh I think it's a couple months

Odd: Not too hard tho!!! Just gotta study and all that jazz, but the classes and tests themselves aren't too bad!

[odddella]

Text: Sun➜ Odd

Sun: Yo ur a teacher right

Sun: U kno things

Odd: I would hope that I know a few things

[odddella]

kingdom dance // odd&&jer

[odddella]

jercmie‌:

Jeremie was not athletic. He was not skilled in any kind of fighting style or sport, but there was one thing he was veritably good at: object avoidance. He did not like to be hit, which was half of his problem with the sparring that Ulrich tried to train him in, or in the light self defense that Yumi would like him to know. As soon as he saw a snowball coming in his direction, it wasn’t a question of decision but rather just reflex, moving to the right and stepping back. It wasn’t enough with how close Odd was, and Jeremie knew it was Odd; he’d know that laughter anywhere. 

“Odd Della Robbia, I will buy only almond milk for the next three weeks, I swear to you,” Jeremie said, taking off his glasses to clean them. @odddella

Odd was too busy laughing to hear him, doubled over in a fit of joy that could only be matched by Jeremie’s annoyance. It took him a moment to process the statement before all laughter came to an abrupt halt, the hurt on his face coming in an over dramatic fashion, as it always did when Jeremie threatened his breakfast. 

“You wouldn’t dare.” His voice shook, the actor in him coming out ten fold. As snow melted into his gloves, he brought his hands to his face in a act of disbelief. “You know that I’m almond intolerant! Completely un-tolerable nut juice!” He feigned a look of utter dismay. “Don’t make me be an adult and go by my own milk, please. I promise I will never throw another projectile at your face.”

[odddella]

here i’m yours // odd&&richy

[odddella]

ulrichstcrn‌:

ulrich would never admit it out loud, but lately it seems like odd is the only one of his close friends that doesn’t put him at least a little bit on edge. he’d never admit it out loud because he knows that it would hurt them so badly to hear it, and because the repercussions of saying such a thing in front of them would last longer than the feeling itself. it’s the dates, first and foremost. it’s the commitment, it’s the putting his feelings on the table and making sure that they’re known. it’s sitting across, or beside, or close to someone who has been his best friend for years and having to admit that for all that they’ve given him, he still wants more.

it’s convincing himself that wanting more isn’t nearly as greedy as it feels, nor as tenuous. it’s admitting to himself that they wouldn’t be here if they didn’t look at him the same way. but he’s still working on all that.

with odd, however, he knows where he stands. they don’t talk about it, but sometimes actions really can speak louder than words. sometimes actions can be all that’s is needed between two people who share a room, who share a bed. so much stands between them that they’ve never spoken about, but there is an explicit trust there. there has to be. he wouldn’t spend every night in odd’s bed otherwise. that explicit, implicit trust is what has him sitting calmly on a bench even as the minutes tick past. even as their meeting time comes and goes and he’s still standing alone. odd will be there. he can trust in that.

and so he is. loud as usual, running late and physically running on top of that. the only surprise is that he’s on foot rather than having brought his skateboard; though they all tend to use one more often than not, odd is the one who has it at his side almost always. maybe that’s why he’s running late. ulrich unfolds himself from his sitting position, standing, shoving his hands in his pockets and allowing a smile. what else could he do in the face of such a sight?

“what did i say about calling me that?” he asks, rolling his eyes in mock annoyance. // @odddella​

ulrich climbed from his position as odd ran up to him, the boy giving him a quick peck on the cheek. he laughed at the boy, full and boisterous, happy to be near. even if it meant that the boy would pretend that he didn’t love that odd had a nickname for him, even if it meant that he was always running late and he was always trying to catch up, at least he showed up. 

he always showed up. even if it was late, even if he didn’t know what time he would make it, even if he showed up half baked half dressed and half witted, he always got there with a smile and a laugh and an apology. 

it was all he had, at this point. 

“i brought your favorite!” odd waved the bag, gently, more or so just showing that he had the food than really gesturing to it. he was very much still trying to catch his breath, hitched and with a light sheen of sweat. “sorry about the whole mess look i got going on, but i’ve heard it is literally all the rage to be looking like you’re running late 100% of the time.” he panted, catching his breath while talking a mile a minute being neigh on impossible. “and you know me, always gotta be on the up and up.”

he laughed again and it sounded like joy. out of breath happiness.

“i keep saying i’ll be better about time management, but damn am i so fucking wrong about that.”

[odddella]

xanabrokcn:

It actually… felt kind of nice. Really nice. Leaning his head back, William closed his eyes as his shoulders sagged. It was oddly relaxing. William could have fallen asleep here and there, but Odd was talking to him, so he creased his brows and forced himself to concentrate. Focus on what Odd was saying.

Did Odd always add this fancy stuff to his hair? Sure, William washed his hair daily and he thought he was doing it justice, but oil? Enrich? Humming in response, a shiver raced up his spine at the cold touch. Forcing himself to relax again, he brow soothed out. “Did you pick up some secret hairdressing job? Or a masseuse or something?”

“Do you think that my hair is just naturally this voluminous and beautiful?” Odd laughed as he continued to work the oil into the boys hair and scalp. “No, this is years of practice, too much hair gel and learning how to properly care for my hair. If I want it to continue to look this amazing for the rest of my days then I’m going to have to enrich the follicles.” There was only a few things that Odd was knowledgeable about, and hair and history were his favorite two subjects. 

“In another life I’m a hair dresser, I just know it. I hope that universe me is having a good day.”

[odddella]

here i’m yours // odd&&richy

His fingers clutched onto the bag of take out as if it were the only life line that he had, the boy taking one step for everyone else’s two as he sped down the sidewalk turned freeway. Odd had places to be, people to see, things to do, people to do? Something like that. The only thing that mattered was that he showed up on time to the predetermined location and had a ball. Sounded pretty good right? Simple! He could do that.

The park was approximately a eleven minute walk away. Odd glanced down at his watch. He was supposed to be there in three. Breaking into a long stride sprint, Odd regretted every decision that led him to think that he shouldn’t bring his skateboard. That would’ve gotten him there so much faster than this walking bullshit!

Sidewalk gravel met converse as he galloped, a solid bee line to the park, if only people would stop getting in the way! The rational portion of his mind kept saying that it wasn’t there fault, that they didn’t see the stupid late boy because why would they? He was an enigma, there one second, gone the next, there just long enough to cause a stir but then he disappeared as fast as he came. A part of him was just glad that he had told his better half to grab the drinks as he clutched the precious cargo to his side as to not knock over the containers of food within.

Better half? Better sixth. The other ones were better than him too, but hey, he couldn’t just go around admitting that! Even if it was just to himself. Knees to chest as he ran, and he didn’t bother to check the time again. There was no way that he wasn’t going to be late but damned if he wasn’t going to try. Legs carrying him through a busy intersection ─ not his smartest move ─ and into the park! 

Ulrich!

“Richy!” // @ulrichstcrn

[odddella]

kingdom dance // odd&&jer

The frost was cold against his cheeks, the air was frigid as it passed into his lungs and Odd was ducked behind a tree like the animal that he was. Deep breaths stung, the smile on his face just short of impish as he crushed ice between his palms. Two more seconds and then he would be in range. Just patience, that’s what this game was all about, Odd knowing it better than he knew the back of his own hand. Which was pretty well.

Coming around the side of the tree, he launched the ball full force into the face of his opponent, none other than Jeremie Belpois ─ a loud AHA escaping as he moved. // @jercmie

[odddella]

xanabrokcn:

“That’s what I’m worried about,” William answered back, uncertain. Even still he didn’t understand just what Odd was planning. Trying to relax, a slight laugh bubbled up in him as the other spoke. “Dude, are you doing my hair or flirting with me? Good to know I have such a pivotal role.” Scalp massage? Well, William wasn’t going to argue with that. Closing his eyes, he lent back against the bed and accepted his fate. “Whatever you want man.”

Odd worked his magic, a smile on his face as he began to work his fingers against the boy’s scalp. He had been told on multiple occasions that he was good at what he did, but he rarely took them seriously. Every scalp was different. If he wasn’t a teacher he would have been a salon tech, there was no doubt in his mind about it. “Alright, I’m going to add tea tree oil to your hair to enrich. Just a warning, it will be a little cold.” Odd squirted some of the oil into his hand, rubbing it between his palms before beginning to work it into the scalp. 

[lone-pylon]

You kids and your Cat Noir and decent CG animation. Back in my day, we had Code Lyoko

[huntermoebius]

And we liked it! Heck, we still do! It never goes old!

[odddella]

Hey Guys.

Here’s the thing! Man, we all know that I’m shit with words, that is like more yumi’s thing or even jer’s! Maybe even William is better than me, but let’s be real here, I’m pretty fucked up. We all are! That’s the beauty in friendship right??? Something like that. I don’t even know what I’m writing. 

So, I think I’m going to start seeing that Therapist or whatever you told me to see! Maybe they can help, or maybe they’ll think I’m crazy mentally fucked up and take me away, I guess we’ll just have to see, won’t we? See, that was supposed to be funny but that’s really hard to translate over pen and paper, ya know? I’m doing this all wrong, I know that much, but I don’t know how to do it any other way?

I mean, if they take me away, would that be too bad? It would free up a lot of you guy’s time. But my kids would miss me and that would suck major balls. Okay, the point of this is that I’m going to see someone! Get the help that you guys are always talking about. I’ll be better! I’ll stop coming home at odd late hours of the night, I’ll see someone for the drugs and the drinks, I’ll be better. I’ll get better. I know that I’ve been on a spiral for some time now, but I think I can do this. I can be that person. I can be better, I know I can. You won’t have to worry about me anymore! I can just be another guy in the gang, just another dude! You won’t have to force feed me anymore or pick me up off the side of the street when the sun is coming up and I couldn’t make it up the stairs. 

I’m going to get better. For you guys! For us!

But I think you guys should get some help too.

I see you guys. I see late night terrors and hugs that last too long. I know that I’m not the best one to be giving like giving you guys shit or whatever but I know a problem when I see it.

Jer, I love you, but you’re... you’re scaring me. I don’t know who you are most days, I wonder if you do. You’ve always taken such good care of us fuck ups, but who is taking care of you when you give everything you are to making sure that we’re okay? I don’t want you to have to carry all of us alone, you’ve carried us for so long. 

Yumes. I miss you. I see you every day and yet I still miss you. Things are getting better but are they really or are you just trying to make us think that they are? You should see someone for this. I don’t know if you need spiritual guidance or if you need someone to vent to or maybe you just need someone to cry on but I can be all of those. I’m strong. And I’m going to get better. For you guys. 

Ulrich... baby, i know it’s not pretty. Talking about it makes it harder and I know you can’t really... you’re not good at... you’re different than the others. I think we can do this together though! Together we can do this, as long as we’re together, nothing’s going to happen, right? You’d never be able to do it without me anyway.

One day we’re going to all look back on this and laugh....

Right?

This letter is stained in tears, words are smeared and the penmen ship is sloppy. This letter is in the back of Odd’s bottom dresser drawer. @ulrichstcrn @thestoneyumi @jercmie This letter was written 1 year and 2 months ago.

[blindedblve]

intoxicated || o&v

[odddella]

blindedblve:

“Let me drink you down tonight.”

The words spilled from his lips, like impulse had torn them from his tongue themselves. But he had an artist’s soul and in specific moments, when the right muse came along, it lit a fire in him. The itch to create, and create, and create. The kind of itch that had him wanting to take pictures in that moment. This though. This was worse than that. Painting. The need for a canvas and for him to spring the image of it onto it. The need to immortalize the other in an array of blues, yellows, reds. This was an itch he had not felt in a long time, and was startled by how tightly it clutched him. // @odddella

Odd blinked. Once, twice, three times before his face split in the middle to expose a shit eating grin. This boy spoke pretty words and Odd loved pretty things, the younger boy listless in the way that the man spoke. He smiled, glad to lend whatever he could to the situation. “I mean, alright, that’s cool. Cool cool cool. Yeah, yeah I’m down.” The smile transfered to his voice as he rationalized what these words meant to the boy. To V. “What do I need to, uh, do?” // @blindedblve

[odddella]

PLAYLIST // scuto amoris divini ─ odd/jeremie // ( spotify ) ◄ ◄

The King of Carrot Flowers Part 1 by Nuetral Milk Hotel◄ ◄ Pilot by Amber Run ◄ ◄ Hunnie Pie by Zella Day ◄ ◄ Holy Roller by AWOLNATION ◄ ◄ Fake Happy by Paramore ◄ ◄ for him. by Troye Sivan ◄ ◄ Where the Lines Overlap by Paramore ◄ ◄ Sober Up by AJR ◄ ◄ Diamonds & Pearls by Dirty Heads ◄ ◄ Mind Bottled by State Champs ◄ ◄ Shut Up and Dance by Kina Grannis ◄ ◄ Stay by The Vamps ◄ ◄ 8teen by Khalid ◄ ◄ Higher Ground by ODESZA◄ ◄ something by gnash

[odddella]

PLAYLIST // a solis ortu usque ad occasum ─ odd/ulrich // ( spotify )

U Can’t Be Replaced by Gnash ◄ ◄ Rescue My Heart by Liz Longley  ◄ ◄  Hearts Don't Break Around Here by Ed Sheeran◄ ◄ Rush by Lewis Capaldi ◄ ◄ Riding Shotgun by Kygo ◄ ◄ Burning Heart by Svrcina ◄ ◄ Touch by Troye Sivan ◄ ◄ Lovetap! by Smallpools ◄ ◄ Just This Good by Levi Kreis◄ ◄ Ace of Hearts by Zella Day ◄ ◄ All I Need by AWOLNATION ◄ ◄ First Time He Kissed a Boy by Kadie Elder ◄ ◄ 'Bout You by Junglepussy ◄ ◄ Pool by Paramore

[oddfelinehijinks]

Try ignoring me now that you can’t see your computer screen, fricker.

Bonus suggested by @semie78:

[a-queenoffairys]

Nicknames: William + “handsome”/”pretty boy”

[a-queenoffairys]

Season 1 + gratuitous tail shots

[odddella]

pRIDE PARADE // odd&&?

Odd stood by the foot of the bed done in a fuck ton of rainbows and decorative pieces ─ such as a giant rainbow dick hanging from his bright pink speedo and the trans colored suspenders that fell over bare chest. The suspenders were in support, his headband of pan colors and his hair done up in a rainbow across his blonde. Down his legs, he had ribbons tied, one for each of his friends sexualities, gender identities and romantic sways. On his stomach and chest he had Yumi paint a dragon, one with three heads, breathing fire ─ scales, were of course, rainbow. Sandals with tassels completed the look, and he pondered as he looked to the mirror. 

“Do I look gay enough??” He called into the next room.