The Eleventh Year (Одиннадцатый) (Odinnadtsatyy) (1928) Dziga Vertov
June 3rd 2023
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The Eleventh Year (Одиннадцатый) (Odinnadtsatyy) (1928) Dziga Vertov
June 3rd 2023
" you're earlier than i expected! i was hoping to finish prepping my place and finishing up the last of my errands before you came. " a laugh- and thoma snakes his arm around theirs. " looks like that plan is scrapped. but since you're here, wanna come help me get groceries? "
first starter call. @odinnadtsatyy
❝ there's a hidden truth somewhere in this world. i want…to learn it. ❞ fe3h ajax 👁👁
“ you're g-going to get in trouble if you d-do that. ” marianne fiddles with a smooth, oval-shaped river rock they had plucked out of a stream during a walk. their words are more despondent than cautionary, more tired than warning. “ a-also, it’s easier to just accept things as they are. ”
A TIMELESS PLAY. @odinnadtsatyy.
@odinnadtsatyy &&. replied... awkward hug time
❝ ... you have FIVE SECONDS. ❞ to touch him? or to run? ( who knows! that's the exciting part. )
plots please >:)
LOCAL ABOMINATIONS AGAINST THE GODDESS FIND SOLACE WITH EACH OTHER. clickbait title : local they/thems just pointing at each other and spiderman memeing at each other. when marianne goes into a restricted part of the sealed forest to get out the excess energy they have in dragon form and runs across a transformed ajax, some secrets about the quiet golden deer healer / dancer comes to light, and i think they both empathize with the other’s strain to their humanity.
THE WARDOG AND THE DRAGON. recalling the time pierro spoke of a powerful dragonic woman- and a former knight trainer of the eclipse dynasty that he knew well, childe sets out to seek a new, stronger challenge- only to meet the half-human child of said dragon-ladyknight; a quiet, meek person who vaugely remembers pierro, and mostly keeps to themself, even as childe tries to bother them into battle. marianne lets childe be annoying around them because they smell like khanrieahn magic- which intrieages marianne, and childe remembers to talk to people who aren’t paid to kiss their ass or is a harbinger or family or the traveler.
plots please! @odinnadtsatyy
@odinnadtsatyy liked for a starter —
a foul feeling simmers in his chest as he sets his sights on the ginger-haired person in front of him. "childe," he says, lifting his nose towards the sky in defiance. "it's been a long time." the words fall flatly from his mouth. the wanderer has no time to entertain fatui goons anymore, so he may as well get to the point: "why are you here?"
@odinnadtsatyy liked for a smol starter
SHE DOESN’T TRUST HIM. It’s a single empirical fact by virtue of the company he keeps, yet the dandelion knight still affords him the same respect and courtesy as any other transient visitor to her humble corner of the world. If anything, the Honorary Knight’s glowing estimation has served him well, but it would be remiss of the Acting Grand Master to rely solely on third party testimony and dismiss the nagging doubts that continued to gnaw at the pit of her stomach. Childe could be as charismatic or hostile as he liked; on paper he was still the enemy. Still an unknown variable with the potential to sow the seeds of catastrophe into the stability of a hard won nation.
Yet even despite this, Jean still welcomed him all the same.
❝You appear to be a long way from home, sir. To what does Mondstadt owe the pleasure? ❞
“ stop fidgeting. ” the artist looks over the top of their canvas at the subject of their latest commissioned portrait, periwinkle and scarlet eyes squinting at the harbinger as they move their easel closer to the other.
they mix various shades of blue paint on their pallette, then instead of applying it to the canvas, alaia swipes it across their cheek, and sighs loudly- frustrated at the blue smear of paint. not quite the right shade of blue. “ needs more cerulean blue . . . but at least you have very nice contrasting colors. very striking. ”
@odinnadtsatyy alaia starters.