#falir

[m-a-d-i-s-o-n1]

[noxsartjunk]

Finally nailed down Falir’s design! my new character for @dragonydragon’s campaign!

[leiabomsenso]

O bem-estar empresarial é uma espécie de concessão de direitos. É como se tal empresa ou empreendimento, seja qual for, tenha o direito concedido de nunca dar errado e não ter problemas.

Caso esteja a falir, com prejuízo, tendo concorrência, não ganhando dinheiro como acha que deveria, esse setor tem o direito de obter sucesso. E as pessoas têm que pagar a conta para que tal grupo dê certo. Essa é a política do bem-estar empresarial.

Se tivermos algum negócio indo mal, e garantir que não pode dar errado, provavelmente nunca irá falir. Teremos que consumir direto ou indiretamente um produto ruim, e essa empresa não irá quebrar para dar espaço para novos concorrentes. Ou, ter que esperar a empresa ruim melhorar.

Assim sendo, todos ficam atrasados na mão de ineficientes, que não estão indo na velocidade que deveria. E por que iriam? São sustentados.

[bragout1]

BE YOUR OWN BOSS WITH SOCIAL MEDIA

[imagine-loki]

FALIR

TITLE: FALIR

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 5

AUTHOR: kookiefics

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine getting a recruitment letter from Loki saying that he wants you on his army as part of his personal cheer-leading team. (Your task is simply to swoon at his command and boo at the Avengers.)

RATING: T NOTES/WARNINGS: I did a Spanish exchange and I am so sorry that I never said anything, I just left. I deserve a punch in the throat. By the way, the links to the other chapters are available in the Read More link.

  The cold evening air blew straight up into Fianna’s face toward the night sky, as if she was already falling. She teetered precariously at the edge of the roof, the only thing reassuring her was the strong grip on her forearm.

“Can’t we stand a little bit further away from the edge?” Fianna asked breathlessly. She took her eyes away from the eighty storey drop to look at the man wearing the hood and sunglasses. He kept his gaze on the ground that stretched far below.

“My magic works best with the natural current of magic in the earth, so we have to be ready to jump at a few seconds notice,” Loki said. “Unless you want to travel approximately two thousand kilometres by road?”

Fianna pursed her lips and furrowed her brow. “What do we have to do?”

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[imagine-loki]

FALIR

TITLE: FALIR CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 4 AUTHOR: kookiefics

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine getting a recruitment letter from Loki saying that he wants you on his army as part of his personal cheer-leading team. (Your task is simply to swoon at his command and boo at the Avengers.)

RATING: Teen NOTES/WARNINGS: None, just enjoy!

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Oh dear, Fianna.

Fianna’s shoes sank into the composting leaves as she ran through the trees.

This is going to lead to some messy business.

Her shoulder hit a tree trunk and she was knocked off course, but kept her footing.

You look like you could use some help.

Twigs tore at Fianna’s wig. She clamped her hands to keep it in place.

Then get to the train. They don’t know who you are yet, but they will soon realise. Move fast.

“Voices in my head,” Fianna muttered. “I’m talking to voices in my head.”

Loki’s voice was silent. Fianna could feel the slow burn from the strain working up her legs. She was glad that she trained as much as she did; she would never have run this far without it.

She ran. She ran and ran. Her breathing grew heavy and her muscles screamed. She began to wonder if she would ever get to the edge of the woods.

At last she stumbled onto the winding country road. She panted with relief. She followed the road and got lost in thought.

Loki wanted her. Loki managed to contact her and he wanted her.

What if she was caught and brought back?

I’d rather die, the thought viciously came upon her. She started when she realised it was true. She was badly behaved, unwanted, a misfit. There was nothing left for her. Nothing but a fresh purpose.

Fianna almost missed the train. She bought the ticket and was shocked at the rolls of twenty and fifty dollar bills in her wallet. There was also a passport in there. It had a picture of her wearing the realistic looking wig under the name Catherine Boxall. She darted to the platform and the doors shut only seconds after she found a seat.

The train journey took only forty minutes, but it was the longest forty minutes of Fianna’s life. There were butterflies in her stomach and she jumped in her seat every time someone passed her.

Keep it together, she told herself.

The airport was a few minutes walk from the train station. She walked quickly and constantly adjusted her sunglasses nervously.

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[lost-in-deliriouss]

Falir aos 50 anos até que é normal, falir aos 17 anos só eu consigo u.u