#finifugality

[fatewoven]

"do not say that. or i will have to hate you too." / @finifugality

Palms redolent of metal, evidence of yet another handful of hours spent tinkering in his workshop, he mutters choice (irritated) words about the circus and its firework show interrupting a quiet night. On the opposite end of the room, perched on the balcony with the same feline grace she often prowls around the streets with, Malvrae's form becomes illuminated by the dazzle-bright light show — colorful highlights dancing across her features, soaking the ashen-grey of her mane in a kaleidoscope. Ever the gracious host, diligent about prioritizing his guest and confidante, Enver spends more time looking at her rather than the sky beyond, cup of spiked coffee warming his insides. He huffs, some curious, meddlesome noise resonating in the throat. "Defender of comedy and poorly delivered puns, are you?"

Approaching her, placing the mug between them should she desire to partake in the sludge that he calls a decent drink, it's with a groan he leans against the stone parapet. "Little wonder you barely crack a smile, let alone laugh with such low dreadful humor," he adds, drawl wry. Some might consider it a failing Enver knows little of her beyond titles, beyond the bloodlust and bouts of bestial violence. It's frustrating at times, indeed, but patience proves as one of his rare virtues — something given to few souls. "If you do not hate me currently, what is it that you feel? Indulge me."

[silksworn]

𝐃𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐑, 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑, 𝐌𝐔𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒 / @finifugality

𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐍 cobblestone, scarlet rivers following grout paths. The stream soon overflows its banks, heedless of the mess it leaves. Iraestra's steps leave behind scarlet footprints. The bottoms of her boots are slick, sinking softly into the mud once the path ends. She lifts her skirts so they do not drag in the filth — viscera, excrement, other innards so defiled that she can no longer categorize what they might have once been.

Concentrated effort is put into keeping her features from twisting as they beg to. Not in shock or even empathy, but revulsion. Of the Three, the Lord of Murder is perhaps the one whose ways remain the most inscrutable to her. Many a life she has taken without remorse, but she does not consider herself so ghoulish as to dance upon corpses. There is much merrymaking amongst the Bhaalyn, who near religious ecstasy. They are rapturous, resplendent mockeries of life itself clothed in despoiler's finery.

The amulet of Myrkul heavy upon her breast marks her as ally. Still, she makes her way quickly through most profane revelry. She is not here to languish amongst these butchers.

It is almost with relief that she finds the head of white hair she has been seeking at the heart of the hecatomb. An irony, that she should be glad to see Bhaal's sharpest blade. At least it is not the pale sister, all twisted snake-tongue and logic. The mark of Myrkul might mean little yet to Orin should she be deep in the throes of her murder-lust.

"Vedui'. You are no longer a myth," Iraestra calls, hiding her trepidation well. Never before has she treated with the ktonos. She prays that the other woman proves to be more reasonable, though she holds little faith. Madness runs deep within Bhaal's seed. "Iraestra Oblodra, Magus of Mykrul. I greet you, godspawn. I have come far to seek an audience."

Directly above their heads swings a man gored through the belly. Freshly killed, he still drips out his wretched offering. Bled like a boar, hands suspended upwards as if in supplication. Eyeless sockets see nothing but the yawning blackness of death.

"May Myrkul take his soul well," a reflex. "An...esoteric display," she aims for diplomacy and falls somewhat short. She steps aside so that she is not in danger of catching his drippings upon her clothing. Her robes are far too fine for the current surroundings.

[wouldntyoulichentoknow]

Miralda, hand-holding #3

it's fine it's fine it's fiNE IT'S FINE IT'S FINE IT'S FI

[thranduilofsmirkwood]

ʊռʊֆʊǟʟ ǟռɖ ɮɛǟʊƭɨʄʊʟ աօʀɖֆ

❦тℏḙ ℏ✺♭♭!т ❦

❣ ꒒ꂦꋪꀸ ꂦŦ Ƭꃅꍟ ꋪꀤꈤꁅꌗ❣

[wingedcatastrophe]

Finifugal - a wip introduction

Genre;; fantasy Content Warnings;; death, grief, ptsd, the general awfulness that comes with time loops Status;; first draft

Elias lived the worst day of his life the day his husband died in a tragic accident. He could not accept that he hadn't done enough to save him. When he sought out the God of Death to beg for a chance to save his husband, he hadn't actually seriously expected to be given his chance. No matter how many times he must relive his worst day, Elias will find a way to save Kazem; how is he supposed to return to his own life without him?

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[theladwhoisweird]

We all turn finifugal when it comes to every book we love.

[inthefallofasparrow]

how many words do you know

Absquatulate Amphisbaena Diphthong Interrobang Finifugal Lugubrious Sesquipedalianism Sockdolager Syzygial Xiphoid

[literallys-illiteracy]

Fell bullet Heathcliff EGO

this EGO rolls for 21 at max, provides up to 7 poise and +1 poise count before attacking; This EGO has a crit multiplier based on amount of torn memory (highest resonance + 1) up to 105% increased crit damage, which is the highest of any skill in the game im fairly sure

i wouldnt have made this post if i didnt realise something: using the Fragment(s) of Conceit (poise), Allurement (Bleed), and Decay (sinking) you can gain +4/2/2 Final power respectively, and (Poise fragment specific) +48% increased damage.

Alone this is +8 final power, making this EGO roll for 29.

This EGO may also benefit from the EGO gift 'Bloody Mist' which gives +100% damage and +2 coin power (2 coins means +4 power), boosting the final power of this EGO to 33 with +100% +48% damage, not including any other damage buffs/modifiers

Heathcliff has access to the season 3 ID pequod harpooner, which gives 1% increased damage for each 1% heath missing, this means up to 99% increased damage on all skills, including this EGO

additionally, note that the EGO may crit, already with the highest multiplier, but alongside CMCW, which makes the crit multiplier 2.5x and gives 15 offence level up

all together:

33 final power, +247% damage dealt, +29 offence level up (has level +5 by default)

this does not account for any other sources of damage up that were not listed above, bloody gadget and Finifugality are both good options for that

[multifandomslxt]

BLACK ROSES Pt.5

Pairing: Mafia!Lee Jeno x Florist!Reader

Trope: Grumpy x sunshine

Genre: Dark Mafia Romance

Word count: 1.4k

Synopsis:

Lee Jeno is a dangerous man. From going on k!lling sprees for fun to torturing and k!lling his own father. He does it all. In short Lee Jeno is the devil.

Y/N is a florist. She's as pure as they come. Nothing exciting ever happens in her life and she’s okay with that. In short Y/N is an angel.

He was bad and she was good. They were complete opposites.

…Or so they thought

Get your tissues for this one. It's gonna be one hell of a ride

Warnings for this chapter: mentions violence, panic attacks, Trauma, scars etc. Jeno is obsessed.

*((((A/N: words in bold are her conscience and words spoken in Korean are in italics ))))*

taglist: @scuzmunkie @devinitysann @luvrboyjeno

@painted-hills @mings-cafe

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FLOWER OF THE DAY: The Hibiscus. They are the symbol of positivity, joy, and cheer. They can also mean good luck and wealth. They can be kept as a personal “good luck” gift. Or given to someone who needs some positivity in their life.

“No! that’s not fair!”  I screamed in exasperation.

“Flower, I’m not cheating. I promise you it is a word.” Jeno said with his eyes twinkling in amusement.

We were currently in his office playing Scrabble.

We sat on opposite sides of his work desk.

I know, I was bored, okay?

This is the third time he’s won and I’m getting annoyed.

“Finifugal is not a word.” I argued. What the hell did he take me for?

He looks at me and smiles, his eyes making crescents “It is though.”

I kissed my teeth and lifted my self out of the chair making a mental note to google the word later.

“I’m finished playing.” Since all he wanted to do was cheat, I’d leave.

He threw his head back and laughed at my disgruntlement.

“You can end the game Flower but you’re staying with me today.”

I rolled my eyes at his bossiness.

The man hadn’t let me out of his sight since I told him about the scars on my back.

That was 2 weeks ago.

And over said 2 weeks I got my phone back.

Yay.

“I’ve been under your nose for 2 weeks already.” I complained.

“Exactly, so what’s 2 more?”

I squinted my eyes at him but sat down anyway. “I’m bored and I can’t do anything with you always watching like that”.

He arched a perfect brow “Why not?”

I huffed and crossed my arms “I just can’t!”

He leaned back in his chair and smirked with a mischievous look in his eyes “Is it because I make you nervous flower?”

Just like that the atmosphere became heavy and thick with tension.

Sexual Tension.

I gulped and looked away from his gaze “You’re an asshole”.

Fuck.

Why the hell does he have to be so annoyingly hot?

I squeeze my thighs together at the inappropriate thoughts passing through my head.

I must’ve been doing a shitty job of hiding it because next thing I know he speaks.

“Is there something wrong princess?” He says lowly.

His head is tilted slightly and his eyes dark, enough for me to know that he knows exactly what’s going on.

“Everything is fine.” I rush out.

I rather die than let him make a fool out of me.

My attraction to him is not something I want, so I’ll ignore it.

“What did I tell you about lying to me Y/n?” He grunted out.

I shut my eyes tightly trying to shut him out.

Although, the heat pooling between my legs proved that my methods were not effective at all.

“Come here.” He spoke out to me.

I peeled my eyes open and met his gaze.

I could see him fighting the little restrain he had left.

Good, I won’t be the only one suffering today.

“Come. Here. Now.” He said calmly. His patience must’ve been wearing thin.

I got up from my chair and made my way around his desk settling right in front of him.

He had pulled his chair back and was now looking at me with his legs spread and a dark look in his eyes.

“You’re killing me” He was angry. Furious even.

I said nothing. Too afraid that I would give in to his addicting self.

I stood for what felt like hours under his heated gaze.

I watched him clench and unclench his jaw in some type of anticipation.

In the dark confinement of his office, I realized…

We were waiting on each other.

Unconsciously making a bet.

‘Who will be the first to crack.’

“I want you.”

Those three words were uttered in such desperation.

Those words were uttered by the one who cracked first.

It was me.

I held his gaze completely unfazed by my abrupt confession.

He says nothing for a moment.

But even then, I could tell by his eyes,

He wanted me too.

 Maybe even more than I wanted him.

“Before we start anything Flower, I need you to know that there is no coming back from this. After this I won’t be able to give you up or let you go.” He says sternly.

I expected to have my mind filled with questions, but it seemed for once my heart and mind were on the same track.

I wanted Jeno.

I wanted him Now.

“Do you understand?” Jeno continues oblivious to the fact that I already had my answer from the minute he walked into Izzy’s flower shop.

“Yes, I understand.” I said without missing a beat.

“Good. Now, strip and get on the table.” He says gruffly.

 My body buzzed in anticipation.

I wanted him to break me apart and put me back together again.

Something told me that’s exactly what he was going to do.

Soon, I was naked and sat at the edge of his table.

“Such a fucking good girl.” He smiled and looked at me.

My heart soared as he praised me.

“I want you to do something for me okay?”

I nodded my head eagerly.

I can’t wait to feel him inside of me.

“I want you to touch yourself.” He rasps.

I didn’t object but I didn’t move either.

I suddenly felt sick.

‘Touch yourself for me Dove’.

“No” I whispered.

“If you aren’t comfortable with that you can tell me flower.” Jeno’s voice pulls me from my thoughts.

His eyes held sincerity.

“I’m sorry.” I said ashamed. This went horribly wrong.

“You don’t have to apologize baby”

He was still seated but his belt was undone.

He hadn’t touched me yet.

 I wanted him to.

I needed him to.

But I was scared.

‘Look at you trying to get rid of me already. I’ll never let that happen Dove.’

It happened so fast.

First, I felt nauseous.

The marks on my back started to itch.

Then they started to burn.

I dropped to the floor in excruciating pain.

I could hear Jeno’s voice in the background calling out for me.

“Flower? What’s wrong?’’ Jeno questioned alarmed.

I’d never heard him like that before.

I’ve never heard him so scared.

I tired to answer but my throat felt like it was closing up.

A vivid image of my brother’s face smiling down at me caused me to cry out.

“Y/N!” Jeno called out in alarm. He must’ve gotten up some time ago because felt his hands holding my bare waist.

“GET A DOCTOR IN HERE NOW!”

Was someone else in here with us?

‘This is what happens when you don’t listen Dove.’

I watched as the vivid image of my brother start to choke me.

I couldn’t breathe at all.

My hands clawed at my throat trying to pry my brother’s hands off me.

“Fucksake! Y/N breathe!” Jeno shouted.

I couldn’t.

“Breathe dammit!”

I was going to die.

”Y/N! Don’t you dare close your fucking eyes do you hear me!”

Suddenly, I was floating.

No, I think Jeno was carrying me.

He was running.

My eyelids felt heavy, and my limbs felt weak.

“Y/N please”

It must’ve been raining because I could feel the drops of rain on my face.

I smiled drunkenly.

I’d always wanted to die on a rainy day.

Then I realized, as blurry as my surrounding were I knew these dark halls.

We were still inside.

Rain doesn’t fall inside so how did I feel raindrops on my cheek?

My half-closed eyes looked up at Jeno.

As blurry as things were it was hard to miss his clenched jaw and watery eyes.

And before everything went black I realized,

It wasn’t rain, it was Jeno.

“Flower, you can’t leave me”

He was crying for me.

[gonisgreatokay]

It's been a hot minute, but I wrote some more stuff thanks to the greed island server, so have more Gon angst! It's an attempt at an elegy from Gon to Kite

Written for card #12 Golden Dictionary Finifugal (adj.): Of or pertaining to shunning the end (of anything). Lissome (adj.): (Of a person or their body) thin, supple, and graceful.

[fatewoven]

"Hawke." Wine loosens the tongue. It, along with a night that seems to draw itself along with a leisurely slowness, unspools tightly-knit feelings into a disarray of intent — something even more obvious than the cloth tied around his wrist. Sincerity and desire wrapped around frail hope, anger misplaced around the fourth bottle or so, and Fenris wants to repeat the name again and again if only to have Hawke look over each time. Especially when it's that expression to greet his voice; gentle and eager and endearingly droll. Almost tender. Almost loving. Almost, almost...

Fenris clears his throat. "It's nothing. Just — How are you?" It's been a while seems an ill-fitting comment when he's been avoiding Hawke by taking jobs elsewhere. Any apology even worse. Yet, he always comes back; especially when the anniversary of Leandra's will mark the coming dawn. And he'd rather fall on his own sword than let Hawke spend it alone. / @finifugality

[seriouslysam8]

Am currently reading a book where the FMC is obsessed with rare words and it's made think of you the whole time, lol. Thought you'd appreciate this one if you haven't ever come across it before:

Finifugal - (adj.) hating endings; of someone who tries to avoid or prolong the final moments of a story, relationship, or some other journey

Seemed fitting for all us fanfic addicts, readers & writers alike.

Ahhhh!!! I love that word/meaning!! I have never heard it before!!

I’m totally not trying to think of a story where I can use that word as a title….

[mollycoddle707]

nvm, I changed my mind, I don't like the shortened version of my username

[ov-rwhelmed]

for the greed island server challenge for card #12, golden dictionary. my words were finifugal and lissome, but i turned it into a play on the screencaps + textposts with other fun words i found. will prob do more in the future. weeeee

[saiph0]

Farāhi | The Sky

Domains • The sky; speed (and swift prayer delivery); secrecy

Divinity Type • Apatɬi

Realm Alignment • Heɕɔq’

Symbols • Flying animals, clouds, sky

Primary Songs (Playlist) •

Finifugal - [aeseaes]

Dear Fellow Traveler - [Sea Wolf]

Farāhi is The Sky, the Keeper of the Stars, the symbol of speed, and the daughter of Devāhi and Faīti. She's generally prayed to when people need a message delivered quickly, need a prayer to a divinity delivered quickly, and even when people just need to be physically fast. Because of this, she's also become a popular symbol of racing competitions.

Farāhi's said to hold many secrets and quite a bit of knowledge about the different divinities due to passing messages along to the intended recipients. However, bound to an oath of secrecy no matter what, she is forbidden from uttering a word of these secrets to anyone but the sender and their recipient.

Farāhi is very close friends with the apatɬi, Ides, who had gifted her the ukudin—a colorful display of ribbons of light (the aurora) as a symbol of their friendship.

Minɔq'iyɔq

Dekada: Iofada (Of-divinity)

Enpek'i: Tsemivatɬi (After imivatɬi)

Ewan: Tseatɬa (After First Seven)

ɔqopa: Apatɬi ("Major deities")

[inthefallofasparrow]

Also Round 41, Round 42, Round 43, Round 44 & Round 45