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[fountainpenguin]

Apparently everyone wants me for both my super niche Etho/SnifferMyFeet content and my equally niche Grian/Bdubs content... Not the combination I expected to be known for, but it is what it is.

Congrats on your newfound tastes; I will make you all a meal.

[wuntrum]

the world is truly full of so many different and opposite human experiences. some people only watch horror movies in october

[amnyatas]

secret santa for @myriad-lights, of their commander tamaren o7

[dootznbootz]

hiii i know we all hate the telegony up in here but,,, hear me out. au where telegonus is not the outcome of a twisted relationship between odysseus and circe and is just penelope's second son, born after odysseus left for war.

now telemachus has a little brother! :D fun silly sibling shenanigans abound! and even more angst as now we have two babies haunted by a man they never knew! yippie!

Probably not a son but a DAUGHTER >:)

The Odyssey mentions how Odysseus' line only has one son. Another reason why the Telegony goes against canon and isn't real >:D

Zeus made our line a line of only sons. Arcesius had only one son, Laertes, and Laertes had only one son, Odysseus, and I am Odysseus’ only son. He fathered me, he left me behind at home, and from me he got no joy.

(Book 16, Fagles)

But a daughter is possible... >:)

Honestly, Odysseus would be fucked up from having a child he never knew about. For years, he has only talked about Telemachus being his son and talking adoringly about him only to realize one he never knew about, who he could never ramble or proudly talk about. I think that would absolutely gut Odysseus. Realizing there was another child he couldn't proudly claim and tell all about. He would probably try to keep her home as long as possible despite being at marriageable age.

Both being Naiad born though would change some things and she might enjoy simply being a naiad full time (that's what Odysseus would probably prefer :P )

In my writing and not an AU, Telemachus' does get a little sister but it's after Odysseus returns. Kind of a miracle as Odysseus and Penelope are around 47-48 when they reunite. So it's kind of scary. (mostly for Odysseus. While he was the hopeful and uplifting one during Penelope's pregnancy with Telemachus, his birth did kind of traumatize Odysseus because of Penelope's recklessness about it. Penelope has to reassure him a lot with the 2nd pregnancy. He's got "I just got back to you and now there's a risk of us being apart again." feelings.)

Also with Telemachus. It's already hard watching his father tell stories to the young children and toss wooden toys to others. Something he so desperately wanted. And now his little sister will get all that? There's a lot of feelings there. :'D He adores her of course but there's some pain there....

[marshmallow-biscuit-blog]

The 6th was Vessel's birthday so ofc. Something for the guy. Figured I'd draw the siblings. Vessel ofc belongs to @firecurls-27 :>

[misc-obeyme]

Just want to share a small gremlin prank that Jasper pulled in my writing:

Mammon was napping on the couch in the living room, one arm on his chest, the other hanging off the edge. Jazz piled some whipped cream on his empty hand and then proceeded to brush a feather from one of the many cat toys Satan had lightly on Mammon’s face. Until Mammon uses the covered hand to swat the annoying thing on his face and gets cream all over his face. Jazz hid behind the couch stifling his giggles as Mammon raged. The can that held the whipped cream had been teleported back to the kitchen from where it had been taken. Mammon heard the giggles and the chase was on!

Jazz was eventually caught and had to pay with 100 kisses.

sfdlksjf that's so cute though 😭

Oh no not 100 kisses! What a terrible punishment...

This feels like just a regular occurrence at the House of Lamentation... truly Jazz fits right in!

Now I'm just imagining this triggering a bit of a prank war between them... maybe the other bros get involved too... everybody but Lucifer of course who's just trying his best to avoid the traps asldkfdjfk

[goldenharmony]

OnK Chapter 117 really hit ppl hard huh...

Me: 

[okidenshi]

I’m about 98% sure i’ll never want to carry, birth & then raise a kid at any point in my life but. GOD i love babies. always have. i love to hold babies. i love when they babble and get excited and have 0 thoughts going on.

[engagemy-others]

i will never credit the songs i use for fic titles. if you want to know what the fic is titled for you have to already be in the in-crowd sorry xoxo

[fountainpenguin]

I got a wonderful comment on "Chalaza" today about how strong my Bdubs dialogue and his inner monologues come across!! :)

He's my favorite to dialogue for in the whole Pixels Imperfect series, so here's a compilation of Bdubs Bits I love in various 'fics of mine:

Martyn is dead, but unfortunately, no one's had the chance to tell that to Martyn. Martyn's in a fishbowl. Well, like… Martyn's soul is in the fishbowl- his skin fell in the Void. Or maybe got vaporized? Not sure. He looks like glowing blue smoothie stuff, complete with weird sprinkle colors, but Bdubs is pretty sure Etho would strangle him if he tried putting Martyn in a cup. Can you get drunk on real souls like you can on raw binary code? Huh…

Nobody in New Star Station's ever seen nothing like this. Or if they have, they sure haven't said that to Bdubs. Etho said the guy's trying to fight a system overload - Martyn; Martyn's trying (Etho says) - but it sure is violent. Geez…

"Chalaza" - Chapter 1

"Scar," Bdubs is saying, and Bdubs has his full wingspan on display. Saliva's dribbling from one corner of his mouth. His eyes are lanterns washing the road, electric green like lamps made of limes. "I love you. Oh, of course I love you… but it's not a full moon. That's our feed!"

[...]

"The hour's mine," Bdubs says again, trembling where he crouches on his hands and feet. His tail smacks once against the floor, wings flaring up. "I'm the devs' perfect killing machine. Aren't you scared?"

One and a Half Birds - Chapter 15

"Why… Why are we eating worms? Are we that low on resources already? I thought we had cows. Why would you do that?"

"Protein." Then, probably since Impulse still looks miffed and is getting miffed-er by the second, he tosses in, "Oh, quit complaining… The wheat is fresh! I just- Like, I just barely made it on the crafting table not five minutes ago. It's only got worms because I just pulled it from the dirt. Not because it's gone gross. It's got nothing to do with that. I don't eat old worms."

"You don't know how old those worms were."

"Babies. It's a new series, Impulse."

Scar, from the distance, "You ate a baby!?"

"Hickory (You Dick)ory Dock"

“Did you get the cobwebs?”

“Oh! Forgot. It was that witch, poking around here. She got me turned around.” Bdubs flapped his hand, already trotting off to get his sword. The sword should be a great way to pull cobwebs off the ceiling, right? You can twist ‘em up like cotton candy. If baby spiders are a thing, they probably crunch real nice on every bite. He checked back only once. And Etho stood there, shivering above a puddle on the floor. “Hey. You should strip. You’re gonna freeze to death.”

“S’okay. Spawn’s not that far.”

“All right… It’s your funeral. And if you die, I’m not burying your body in drippy clothes. That’s how you get mold. That’s how you respawn as a drowned or something.”

"Do Fish People Dream of Magic Gloves?"

"Um…" There's context here. Probably. Impulse pulls back anyway, exhaling hard. "I never had a flock before I joined the New Star portal hub. I had Skizz."

"You didn't have a flock?" Bdubs leans across the bed, eyes shining with invasive curiosity now. The mattress squeaks and dips. When Impulse tightens his lips, Bdubs throws his arms to either side. "Oh, no way! I was there when Skizz brought you to the station! They called me in to check you out! You were spawned beneath the full moon like me, right? 'Course you were; it shows. Only phantom hybrid I ever met whose wingspan beat out mine. 'Never had a flock;' Judas priest… I don't believe that for a second." He slaps the lower part of Impulse's back, which jolts them both as they briefly drain half a heart. They tick up again. Bdubs falls back on the bed with a whump. "Impulse, I was drooling over you and I wasn't even insecure about my status. You were captain material if ever I saw one."

"Like Newlyweds Do"

Getting Impulse into bed takes Herculean effort, and trying to cuddle him is a fight like you wouldn't believe. He's always so stubborn! For real, he acts like plopping his head down on actual pillows is an affront to nature and everything in it. And for what, huh? There's no way that makes him happy. Literally no way.

[...]

See, every relationship's gotta have that one guy who takes initiative. Otherwise, how are you gonna get anywhere? This is basic roleplay 101. He's the instigator; he'll break the ice. This is fine!

Aren't they supposed to be husbands in this game? Husbands should cuddle, probably. Bdubs pushes his shoulder again - shaking it, really - and whispers, "Hey… Are you still up?" in an attempt to get him to turn over.

[...]

"Shut up. Hey, come on. If you didn't want to roleplay married life with me, you wouldn't have agreed to be my husband. You're in love with me."

Impulse makes an excessively rude gesture over his shoulder with one hand, not turning over in the slightest. Bdubs sucks in a gasp, writhing up through the bed sheets, and shakes him back and forth again.

"Hey! You can't do that! What are you tryna say, huh?"

"You Can Sleep While I Drive"

Bdubs is the next to speak up, lifting his head. "Mom, we don't hunt in the Fox Dragon's territory. Scott's asked us not to leave the perimeter. So we don't."

"Your talents are wasted here, BdoubleO100."

"Not wasted." His hands are shaking, though. Martyn stretches out one foot, laying his ankle against Bdubs' own. I've got you, he says in the silence, and Bdubs relaxes his fingertips out from fists. He clears his throat. "I'm a proud captain. I hunt not only for my flock, but for anyone in New Star who can't. That's real noble."

"So it's about the sport?"

"It's about providing."

"Why is InTheLittleWood hungry?"

Another wave of silence crashes down around the table. Martyn's stare is on the numbers in his drinking glass. His hands are in his lap. Bdubs looks at Linda, then at Martyn. Then at Linda again. "Huh?"

Again: "Why is InTheLittleWood hungry?"

"Martyn's fine! He's got his own special hunting ground. He's fine."

"Mum's the Word"

"Why'd you come here in the middle of the night?" Bdubs asks, settling down on the bottom step. He folds his hands in his lap (in the wide, floppy hem of Impulse's shirt, which Etho is not looking at and certainly isn't jealous of). "Must be something big."

"Um." Etho didn't think he'd get this far. Maybe some part of him had still been operating on Yellow Etho instinct, because Yellow Etho wanders and bolts and flutters aimlessly around. He's grateful (maybe) that he opted not to put his chestplate on. He burrows his hands in the hem of his own shirt and kneads them together, much the way Bdubs is doing. "I just… need to talk. I'm having issues with my aggro. With Joel."

That gets Bdubs' attention. "Trouble in paradise? Oh, is this about the bite marks? I saw those. You know, I asked Joel at the pool party and he said you'd been hurting him just about every night. He seemed ready to kick you out. Take back his boat. Were those all from your aggro? He looked like he'd fallen in a pit of zombies!"

[...] "Um… I mean, I wouldn't say living with Joel is ever paradise… But I am having aggro problems. I can't… keep it down."

"I can go all night," Bdubs brags with a hand to his chest, and Impulse snorts on the landing above.

[... Etho] leaves down the hall to go clean. Bdubs follows him, leaving Impulse behind. As Etho starts scraping glass chunks together, Bdubs leans against the couch arm and shakes his head.

"I don't know why you get so worked up about it, Etho. Aggro's not gross. It's natural! We're all adults here; we've got needs! If Joel can't accept that, maybe he's not the right partner for you."

"I've been biting myself," Etho repeats, because Bdubs clearly got lost in the metaphor. Bdubs ignores him, tugging on the edge of his blindfold.

"Hey, there are plenty of salmon in the river. There are other husbands. I'll set you up. Grian and Scar are really going through it; do you like Scar?"

The glass makes a screeching sound as Etho scrapes it together with the broom. "Joel's not my husband." Etho doesn't know what relationship he and Joel are roleplaying. They're not roleplaying much of anything, which severely blurs the lines. Joel never did stop wearing Etho's shirt. He still does, and it's melded with the code of his current skin, and it's confusing and Etho never did ask. "He's my soulmate."

Bdubs shrugs, releasing the bandana. "If you're not comfortable… We could offer you a place to stay here. Impulse and I can put you up. You could join our polycule."

There's a shatter of glass in the kitchen. Followed by thumping palms on the counter, followed by an intake of breath. "Our. WHAT!?"

"Canadian Idiot"

The dogs. Oh, those stupid dogs. They snap at his heels as he tears through the pines as fast as his shoddy boots can take him. He lost one back in the river. He fell. Lost Impulse along the way- they're… they're separated now. Not in roleplay; not the marriage. The marriage is fine! Bdubs has the wedding oath clock on a gold chain around his neck, bouncing up and down against his chest with every flying step he takes. Impulse looked okay, though, like the 'maybe not drowning' kind of fine. He's not. Bdubs would feel it if he were drowning.

His crossbow bangs on every other tree trunk as he sprints across the snow. The dogs are freakin' everywhere. Is this all Pearl's been doing when they play? She never had a soulmate to cuddle up to, so she just kept breeding dogs? There's like a dozen of them, all with huge paws scooping the snow and flinging it behind them on every leap.

Gotta get outta the snow… Where's the- Where's this snowy forest end? I saw the drop-off just a second ago. The wolves prob'ly won't follow over the cliff. Bdubs has a water bucket. The dogs don't. And he'll let them fall. He will, maybe. He doesn't care- they're just stupid dogs. And he likes dogs, but these ones haven't been cuddly puppies in a long time. 

"Seeing Scarlet"

I don't need NOBODY'S social approval or permission. That's my husband. Still gets his tail wagging and everything, even if he doesn't show it. Gosh, isn't he a sweetie? He and Impulse don't always wear their rings, 'cuz it's not like that as often in the Between dimension now like it used to be, but it's… You know. It's still clocks and hugs and elbows in the chest, even if it's not all mwah-mwahs and low-roaming, backside-squeezing hands.

Well. Sometimes it is. I mean, why shouldn't it be? They both had fun. No one's mad at them for it. See, that's the lovely thing about Impulse- ain't he sweet? Bdubs can turn the roleplay on and off with him, and Impulse just goes along with everything. He's wonderful. It's a real shame there aren't more Impulses, because everyone deserves to hang out with him from time to time.

Bdubs tries to find a better place to stand where he's not getting pushed at and stepped on. Not that he can feel it, but it's the principle of the thing. Since he is one of the two shortest in their gang (though he's loath to admit it), maybe he needs a place near the front.

He pushes forward. Souls blur together, blue and overlapping, and the glowing doesn't help with the identity stuff like at all. He can pick out Tango (facing away from him) by the enormous white gash scarred down his right shoulder. Not pointing fingers, but that one's a Bdubs original. You're welcome for helping you look so cool, you're turning heads.

"The Man He Sets His Spawn With"

Impulse keeps breathing. His chest heaves, eyes unraveling Bdubs' entire code and piecing him together again. His gaze dips low, then lifts like a boat at sea. His fingers clench tighter around the sword hilt, which rattles like broken glass in his hand.

"… If I kill you, you just respawn… and I've broken the rules. I'll get in trouble. That's not what I want." Impulse recites it like he's explaining all of this to his first-year self. One hand claws through Bdubs' hair, feeling for… something? It pulls. He's silent. Bdubs keeps breathing too. Then Impulse dips the sword tip lower, against the bobbing spot of his throat. He's really leaning forward funny to get the angle. Maybe 'cuz he's a slime, he's sticky and won't fall. Maybe he's got perma-crouched benefits. Maybe perma-Swift Sneak. At least he's blocking most the rain. Then Impulse whispers, "I think this… isn't how I fix this. Maybe we can just… talk about what happened in 3rd Life? About the betrayal?"

Bdubs gawks up at him, bleeding horror out from every shake. "Can't you just kill me?"

Sparks dribble from Impulse's cheeks, mingled with lightning static and slime blobs and the rain. He's still clutching Bdubs' hair, the sword all too tight against his neck. "Just apologize for betraying me! We were Day 1 alliance in 3rd Life- You, me, and Cleo!"

"Yeah? And I was Cleo's dearly devoted husband back then, and you our 'secret girlfriend' who wanted to get under the armor of everybody on the server; what's your point, Littlefinger?" Bdubs jabs a finger up at him. "Do you want a Get Well Soon card or something? Maybe a care package? A subscription to the Mod of the Month club?"

Dog's Life - Chapter 19

Bdubs paces between them, pulling the throat of his mossy cloak over and over again. A classy gold clock bounces on his hip. "You… you can't do that! You outrank her! This is- Oh, this is gonna be big… This is gonna be the biggest thing people talk about for months. You're getting fed by someone you outrank… Oh, wait 'til BigB finds out about this. Heck, wait 'til the rest of the flock finds out! They're gonna be all over you!" He throws his hands in the air- "Is everybody breaking rules today?"

Aw, geez… Martyn bristles. Cleo shuffles out of the way. "I'm hungry." It's a statement, not a whine. Did he forget I needed food tonight?

Bdubs shoots him a look of pure disgust, his nose all squashed and lip hooked high. "So? Go hunt something. I hunted tonight, and I don't even have wings. Cleo too! It's not like it's hard."

"Bdubs-" Cleo cuts in, but neither looks at her. Martyn flaps out his wings, but Bdubs stays stubborn and glowering all the while.

"Are you gonna watch the eggs while I do that?"

Bdubs laughs. It's a cackle, edged with ribbons of the infamous phantom shriek. He throws back his head. "Freakin' no! I'm not putting in the work just so you get credit for it!"

Dog's Life - Chapter 21

And a bonus sneak peek of this jungle duo scene coming in Dog's Life Chapter 61 (Give or take):

“That’s okay. I’m proud of you for trying. Do you want more?”

Grian shakes his head, pushing his plate across the table. “I shouldn’t. I’m an omnivore; I can eat other things. Anivores eat first. Isn’t that proper?”

“You don’t have to eat it,” Bdubs tells him, pushing the plate back. “But phantoms, we say the souls of insects are for the birds. It’s your right as much as mine. All predators can eat the prey. It’s the abandoned things that get snapped up by phantomkind.”

“Yeah, but I don’t need it.”

“Does your hunger meter fill when you eat souls?”

“That’s not the point.”

Bdubs shrugs. He stabs his fork in another piece of soul, then brings it to his mouth. “More for me, then. But I’m serious, G… You should figure out what you want in life. Unlearn shame! Why deny yourself the things that make you happy?” He takes the soul, tines sliding past teeth, as Grian watches with interest from across the table, his head tilted to one side. Bdubs reaches out to take another piece, and Grian’s breathing gets a little stronger. By this point, Bdubs is standing just to lean, stretching over the table and taking scraps two or three pieces at a time with the stabbing trident tines. As he draws them to his mouth, fangs on display and saliva dripping, he meets Grian’s wide eyes again. So the trident stalls.

“You want it, baby?”

“… Yes.”

===

He is so ?!?? <3

[lost-oasis]

one thing i'm still stuck on and think is such a sylus thing to do (if he were a grim reaper) is that in the 1st chapter of the book, grove has to reap the soul of this old ass baron, the thing is at the time of the reaping, the dude's basically got this younger innkeeper who is literally just trying to find the key to the baron's treasury, etc riding him, so anyways... grove can hear these two fucking in the room, and he just strides in while the innkeeper is on top of the baron and goes "time's up" LMFAO. bored expression and all.

and when the innkeeper was like "you're... you're..." hella scared and all, grove goes "growing impatient." ugh, but one thing that had me in a chokehold, was when the innkeeper started to pray and grove's just like "pray to whomever you want, i can assure you they don't care, besides... i'm not here for you." oh yeah, as if hearing grove's lines in sylus's voice wasn't enough, jake even added a picture of what grove apparently looks like. i'm still not over it. (i'll put it under the cut) but jfc alskdfj oh to be aurelia, so fucking loved by this God of Death, alsdkfjsdfdskfjsdf my love for grim reapers man...

[white--moon]

A small bubble of disappointment sinks into his belly when Ichigo gives his hand back, but a smirk tugs at one corner of his mouth anyway. "Y' know, after the whole Yhwach thing, you're about the only person I'd take that seriously from. I'm glad I could prove their worth right before this conversation."

Ok on second thought, if his own father didn't like him enough to stick around, why should Ichigo's dad like him at all? But he makes a face and looks over at Ichigo. "Is your dad homophobic?" He wouldn't have guessed that, based on Ichigo and his brief meeting of Ichigo's sisters in the hospital. But it's really curbed his confidence about his earlier statement. Good thing he's attached to Ichigo, not Isshin. He doesn't even need his own parents, he definitely doesn't need Ichigo's. "Whatever. He doesn't have to like me."

He doesn't like the idea of hiding. He likes what he has here, his business, his apartment, his crew and patrons. If he resorts to hiding, it's because all that he's worked for is gone and there's nothing left for him here. It's a surprisingly sobering thought. "Hopefully it doesn't come to that. I'd rather visit for fun, not necessity."

For a second, he considers handing his phone over to Ichigo to keep himself entertained, since Ichigo has lost his own phone, but it buzzes in his lap and he figures he shouldn't hand it over while he's talking to clients on it. Not that he thinks Ichigo's going to care what he sees, but still. He flips his own phone screen up for a second, reads the message, before putting it back and refocuses on Ichigo's phone. It feels like he should be sending a photo back, but the only local wildlife available is... junkies. So that's not happening. Instead he tells her he's never been outside of the city and that she should show him more photos, mostly because that's clearly what she's having fun with.

Ichigo says he knows like it’s obvious and Shiro catches on a sound between offense and guilt. It shouldn’t be happening. It definitely shouldn’t be obvious. He was drunk, Ichigo shouldn’t have taken anything he’d said seriously. “I was just drunk and bitching.” He settles on in response, as if it’s some sort of counter argument so the whole thing can be dismissed. “I would'a been fine.” He doesn’t regret his drunk texts, because he can see how that interaction maybe laid the beginnings of what they’re doing now.

He looks over, but Ichigo’s tone is… something he’s not sure what to do with. It’s not casual, it’s not chastising. It’s sort of soft and a lot. He knows exactly what the words means, but not quite how to respond to them. He hesitates a short moment, then swallows and shrugs, and attempts casual anyway. “It’s fine. I told you I’d let you get some school stuff done.”

A brow arches mildly. That doesn’t really clear much up, honestly. But ok. “Oh, right.” He wonders if Ichigo’s talking about his pretty ex girlfriend for a second, but he’s pretty sure that’s not the case.

He’s distracted, but it’s on purpose, which ends up meaning he’s distracted from work and distracted from Ichigo and everything else going on too. He showed up because he basically got bullied into it- though now he wonders if Rukia told him he had to be here because Ichigo showed up without him. And with Shuren, evidently. The line of his mouth thins with a hint of tension that’s broken when he catches the illumination of Ichigo’s phone screen being shown to him. He looks over, then does a little bit of a double take, before grabbing the phone to get a closer look. “What the fuck? How come you didn’t tell me you got friends with fire power? That looks fun as hell, if I had known the family you were supposed to be visiting was gonna blow things up we would'a went.”

[dootznbootz]

Move over, Aristaeus. I am the cheese god now.

[reckless-rider]

for that ask game, #16: Describe your favorite hoodie. How long have you had it? What makes it unique?

hope you're having a nice day <33333

I practically live in hoodies lmao there are four hoodies that I wear all the time, I alternate between them lmao. Ok so two are Technoblade hoodies and the other two are Philza hoodies. I wear one of each every week sdlfjkh honestly choosing between them is really hard but if I had to choose my absolute favorite it would be my Colorza philza hoodie (i am wearing it as I type this)

This is what it looks like and I've had it for about two years. Phil is actually one of my comfort streamers and I absolutely love the design sdkjlf

I'm having a nice day, I hope you are too!!! <333

[dootznbootz]

I wish I had like, a cowbell, that I could ring every time I write just as a celebration. Yeah, I know I could just POST that but...cowbell 🥺

[yebinv]

' no sé, es decir, entiendo tu punto pero— ' se le escapa un suspiro antes de continuar, imágenes horribles reproduciéndose en su mente, recuerdos de hace tan solo minutos, cuando pesadilla comenzó. ' esas cosas son salvajes, bestiales, ¡quieren comernos la cara! ' expresión en su rostro refleja el miedo que experimenta, quizá su ingenio pueda llevarla lejos, sin embargo, duda que vaya a servir si debe enfrentarse a una criatura cara a cara, de solo imaginarlo se le eriza la piel. ' ¿que mejor publicidad que esta? deberían contratarme. ' se permite una sonrisa nerviosa al contestar y entonces la sigue con la vista hasta que ya no logra verla y el estallido pasa a robarse todo el protagonismo.  siente que el aire le falta por un segundo e instintivamente cubre su cabeza con el improvisado escudo que jiah le brindó anteriormente. todo sucede en un parpadeo y, cuando la vibración cesa, primer impulso es asegurarse de que su vecina está bien. ' ¿jiah? ¿te hiciste daño? ' responde con voz rasposa debido al polvo que se cuela en sus boca y fosas nasales y entonces logra enderezarse completamente, tambaleándose con vista borrosa hasta que por fin se recupera. deja caer la tapa del basurero y también su zapato, necesita manos libres para moverlas en el aire y despejar el campo visual del humo. ' por aquí. ' intenta dar algunos pasos y si bien equilibrio no es el mejor, lo logra, acercándose a quien la acompaña en medio del caos. '  yo… '  mira su cuerpo y solo entonces cae en cuenta de que uno de los vidrios lastimó su mano derecha, la cual sangra, habiéndose hecho un corte superficial en la misma. ' algo así, pero puedo seguir. ' o eso pensaba antes de que se reproduzca el segundo mensaje por parte de los helicópteros: atención a todos los civiles, el pueblo será aislado para controlar el brote, el perímetro está sellado, la ayuda está en camino. el mundo parece detenerse a su alrededor y traga con dificultad, asimilando las palabras que resuenan como una sentencia. yebin se queda sin aliento, vaya panorama desolador, duda que realmente a las autoridades les interese salvarlos más que controlar infección, o lo que rayos sea que está provocando esto. ' estamos atrapadas. ' ojos se abren bien grandes, entra en pánico, ¡les prohiben marcharse de safe haven! ' ¿que haremos? ' desesperación no le permite pensar con claridad y su respiración se acelera, terrible para aquel momento, sin embargo no logra controlarlo, mente y cuerpo no parecen responderle. 

"¿nunca has escuchado que no todo son músculos en esta vida?" pregunta con una pequeña sonrisa. todavía recuerda cuando en la universidad uno de sus profesores les dijo que no era 'la supervivencia del más fuerte' sino del más apto para adaptarse al cambio y desde entonces jiah ha sido ferviente creyente de que, quizás, la fuerza real poco o nada tenga que ver con la física en realidad. "aún así no creo que jimmy choo haya pensando en este uso para sus diseños" bromea.

se siente un poco mal por la posibilidad de arruinar los zapatos si se ven obligadas a usarlos como arma de defensa, pero no deja que el pensamiento superficial la distraiga de lo que importa en ese momento. asiente en silencio a su petición y una vez que se asegura de que la deja con la mayor protección posible, reanuda el camino hacia el interior de aquella propiedad manteniéndose agachada hasta que se encuentra frente a la cocina.

la súbita explosión en las cercanías la toma por sorpresa cuando está a punto de reincorporarse para observar el interior de la casa y la onda expansiva estrella los cristales, haciendo cimbrar el suelo bajo sus pies al punto de provocarle perder el equilibrio.

"yebin…" la llama en medio de una tos a causa del polvo que se acentúa a su alrededor. le pitan los oídos y se siente algo aturdida, pero como puede logra luchar contra la neblina en sus pensamientos y comienza a reincorporarse con algo de dificultad. las indicaciones desde el helicóptero no tardan en llegar a sus oídos y es entonces que vuelve a enfocarse en la apremiante necesidad de salir de ahí lo más rápido posible. "yebin, ¿estás bien?" pregunta cuando vuelve al encuentro de su vecina.