correction on the last ask because I think I got it wrong: enitutam is Latin for “I was tired”
if I said “best friends”, I was thinking of the other result I found, enitutad
Interesting
Maybe use a mirror?
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the blackbird sees all. hence, most of their encampment would sleep easy knowing it was lon’qu’s turn to patrol throughout the night. feroxi politics were not so underhanded when compared to plegia or even ylisse. still, the threat of subjugation, of thieves & assassins, existed everywhere. while the khan could easily defend himself, the role of the champion went beyond winning a single bout : it demanded constant caution, an eye & a sword drawn ready. he’s a mercenary, in a sense, but his code of honor trumped simple gold. that’s more than what could be said about the thieves, mercenaries, & killers the ylissean royals seemed to gather into their midst. ❝ why did you leave your tent last night ? ❞ / @enitutam.
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@enitutam / starter call.
𝐨 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐧, tired of the world’s woes. when the night falls atop the solemn town, her eyes are closed. falling in morpheus’ arms would be a too sweet benediction —— monsters do not sleep. that is why the voices are louder, ferocious and unforgiving. crescendo symphony, rhythmed with the same intention : cacophonic torments.
❝ i’m starting to spot a pattern here, oscar. what do you want this time ? ❞
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‘ do you ... mind being a daemon? ’ a silly question from an outside perspective perhaps but it felt important to ask. suddenly being around other that shared korin’s ... affliction ( burden, really. ) made her more curious than ever. plus, her conversation with rokurou about the same topic was less than informative if she was being honest. / @enitutam
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“ thanks for your help, ” he stands, brushing the dirt off his clothes. the glance noctis sends at the stranger doesn’t seem very appreciative, though, and he soon confirms why : “ but you didn’t have to interfere ; i had everything under control. ”
@enitutam ♡ !
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I’m pretty sure I decoded the message:
“you can trust us
after all
your reflection is blinking
isn’t it”
I don’t know the last part, I have “enituta” but couldn’t decipher the last letter. my best guess from just trying every letter that wasn’t already used was enitutam, which is Latin for “best friends”, but it’s more likely I’m missing something or it’s a different code.
Now now leave some fun for the rest of us :]
Well done!
-enitutam
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like a moth to flame, the future queen had found a most unlikely, yet reliable advisor in saber. though admittedly, it seemed overly convenient for a sellsword to accompany a random priestess on her journey with the mere potential of gold, only for that girl to be zofia’s truest ruler. the prince did not admonish saber, despite this, it was just ironic in a way. fate truly had its fun in the details. ❝ we've not spoken yet but i wanted to let my gratitude be known. thank you for protecting anthiese, saber. i’m truly in your debt. she’s only spoken wonderfully of you. ❞ conrad states with a genuine smile, kind amber gaze resting on the mercenary. ❝ i admit, i am curious as to why you took this job from such a strange employer. ❞ / @enitutam.
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❝ chrom, i’m curious . . . ❞ robin begins, gaze rising from the tome laid unto his lap, eyes finally resting on chrom’s face. he seems more tired than usual. in fact, he had noticed that since emmeryn’s death. meals were quieter, the grunts from the training yard were efforts made with anger, pure adrenaline. with a war against plegia on the horizon, no end in sight to the bloodshed, there are times where he wished he could absorb some of that heavy burden. ❝ what would you want to have for supper ? it’s my treat. ❞ / @enitutam ♡
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the glowing blue, it reminds him of the jedi sent to safeguard the clones, shaak ti. though, he had only seen her draw it once. she seemed more ... fitting of the serene, pacifist nature of the jedi. this mission’s commander seemed anything but : the only similarities were the azure blade & flowing robes. if he weren’t helmeted, he’d be scratching his head. for a moment, wraith contemplates silence in this momentary respite. however, his programming afforded him greater intelligence, individuality & of course, a budding curiosity. ❝ permission to ask a question, sir ? ❞ / @enitutam ♡
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@enitutam inquired : geralt voice : 🙄🙄🙄
aah, the iconic geralt face of disgust & annoyance. ❝ that’s what i love about you, always so affectionate. ❞ the sarcasm practically drips from his reply — owed to the witcher who had not yet even spoken a single word. without a second thought, neck craning towards the sky rather assuredly, jaskier continues without missing a beat. ❝ you think i jest ? i am completely serious ! if you only put half of your monster - slaying gusto into your relationships, just maybe you would have a beautiful home, some lady friend to dote on, or some male friends if you’re into that too, children, farm animals ... you’re easy on the eyes, of course, but consider my outside perspective : the gruffness loses most of its charm after the first grunt. ❞
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enitutam asked: ‘ i wondered if that’s what they felt , just numb and nothing and alone . ’ from oscar 🥺 / ( * & . — THE HAUNTING OF HILL HOUSE SENTENCE STARTERS
𝐧𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐠𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐲, is a form of sensation—— one is way too much familar ; engraved in bones and flesh. the very feeling to have nothing left, betraying the desire to live, even if agony comes along the road. she welcomes the heavy silence befalling betwixt her and the exorcist, honeys are settled ‘pon nemesis’ visage. byproduct of warped mindset ; all too real, tangible. from her ( oh so twisted but yet keen ) perspective, nothing about his situation was in adequation to harsh description : they are trapped together within the confines of her psyche, ignited by wrath, he would relentlessly chastise her very existence. cohabiting together, far from solitude. ❝ i’d say it’s much better than sharing a private space with somebody you despise. ❞ a scoff, to instill the prospect of having lost a part of independence.
❝ would you feel the same way, oscar ? although your anger and desire to behold my demise are clearly proving a point : you might not be quite dead. ❞
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