Genshin Npcs Vs Twitter Part 1

genshin npcs vs twitter part 1

in the end when Dazai solves the code he doesn’t even get up he just. announces it to the room and Sigma immediately makes a break for it and Chuuya does too but he comes back once he realizes Dazai isn’t moving and he drags him out himself and Fyodor’s just like. oh. it’s over already? and also Nikolai escaped into the air ducts like half an hour ago and Sigma has to go back in to look for him after he remembers that he’s the designated driver and he can’t just. leave them. so in the end they have to call the fire department at like one in the morning to remove this clown from the ceiling vents and. the place has been closed for two hours but the fire department has to call up an extremely disgruntled employee (it’s Ango) to find out what happened and in the end they all get banned for life from the escape room place.

bsd modern/uni au where the jail arc is all the meursault girlies going to a jailbreak-themed escape room for Fyodor’s birthday but they’re all drunk asf (except Sigma, who’s the designated driver) and. Dazai gets in and immediately lays down on the ground and accepts death but he’s so bored he starts solving the puzzles from the floor anyway and Nikolai is climbing the walls trying to see if the ceiling panels open and Chuuya is trying to brute-force various doors and safes open and poor Sigma is trying so hard to solve it and get out and Fyodor is waging psychological war with the person watching them over the cameras but he scares them away and starts trying to psychologically fight Dazai instead and at this point the worker assigned to them has just. left so they’re stuck in this room with Chuuya and Sigma’s crumbling sanity for like. three hours. in the end they get out bcuz Dazai solved the code for the door without even doing the rest of the room. anyways just think about it

Okay fuck it if this post reaches 666k notes by the end of 2023 I'll practise basic self care

Why 666k? Because it's funny and impossible so good fucking luck

the beach

A short story/poem I wrote for English class.

The sunlight off the sand is blinding no matter which way you peer, the tiny glass particles catching the golden beams and flinging them every which way. You turn to the sea instead, hoping her cool waters will provide a reprieve, but she, too, is enraptured by the sun’s merciless light, white flashes glinting off the cresting waves as far back as the horizon in uneven stripes, drawing to mind the lines and swirls in a half-mixed lump of paints.

The repetitive swoosh-crash of the waves attempt to lull you to sleep, the foaming water reaching desperately for the shoreline before being pulled back, resisting, into the deep blue-green depths. Another wave crests, and the cycle repeats anew, the sea throwing her grasping hands onto the sand, clinging to anything she can and dragging it down with her.

You watch this show and know in your heart that if you were to go down there, the sea would grab you too, pulling you into her gaping maw, down down down past sea-foam teeth and a lashing tongue, for while the sea may not be malicious, nor does she care for you.

Over your head, an airplane sputters by, a rippling flag ordained with bright colors trailing behind it like the tail of a decorative bird. It circles the beach like a vulture, the cheerful advertisements preying on those below with promises and pleas - you need this! - call this number now! - we can help!

A few sea-birds, voices loud and attitudes louder, circle in to land beside an abandoned towel, and they pick through the sand for scraps with the keen eyes of hunters. One of them makes a discovery, a half-eaten sandwich buried in the sand, and attempts to make off with its treasure. You watch as the other gulls surround the lucky one, snapping and biting at its prize. Soon enough, the meal is stolen, and just as quickly the birds turn on the victor instead, a vicious cycle that lasts until there is nothing left of the sandwich at all.

To your right, a group of children play in the sand, digging a crumbly hole deeper and deeper, past the scalding layer of dry sand into the cool, dark, layer below, burying themselves like sand-crabs waiting for night. You wonder whether this is all that remains of an animalistic instinct now long-gone, the echoes of desert creatures hiding from the sun and heat.

Not far behind you, a lifeguard tower creaks in the wind, a wooden monument to those who dare to grab back from the sea’s grasping fingers. The sky-blue paint that coats the wooden planks is chipping, peeling in some places and faded in others, and you wonder how long it has been since it got a fresh coat.

Beneath you, your scratchy towel shifts on the sandy ground, and you are reminded that the beach you lie upon is nothing more than thousands and thousands of pounds of tiny rocks, microscopic grains held together only by pressure and moisture and sheer determination. You realize that if the sea does not claim you, the earth surely will, for she could open up right now and swallow you whole.

You curl up smaller on your towel, hunching into the fluttering shadows provided by your flimsy umbrella, the only barrier between you and the relentless, gleaming sun. You begin to feel drowsy, the cool shade and the sea’s lullaby stealing away at your conscious mind, sleep’s gentle fingers seeming more and more appealing as your eyelids grow heavy. You hope only that when you wake, you are still safe under the umbrella’s protection.

Z

Z- zodiac sign

♈️ Aries! my birthday’s actually on April 1st, lol! Thanks for the ask!

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