Behold. My Fucked Up Little Grinch Bitch.

am i late to the 4.6 party? only fashionably.

A human crewmate, Mia, held a long thin box. It seemed to have paper and plastic peices inside, based on the sound. A puzzle perhaps? A few other crewmates trailed behind them.

"Hey Bob! Wanna join us? We're playing Clue, it's a board game from earth."

Bob nodded and joined the others trailing after Mia. He had no idea what a 'board game' was, but it seemed fun. They eventually all gathered around a table in the cafeteria.

"Okay, so it's a murder mystery and we have to figure out who killed Mr. Body. We're all possible suspe-" Mia started to set up the board and explain, but was cut off by Jli'yan.

"I'm sorry to interrupt, but why do humans have a game centered on murder and distrust?"

"Cause it's fun, thrilling. Good for poker face practice." Kaya answered, shuffling cards. They then nodded towards Mia to continue explaining.

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"dead dove: do not eat" dead dove, ᴘʀᴇʜᴇᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴠᴇɴ ᴛᴏ ᴀ ᴍɪɴɪᴍᴜᴍ ᴏꜰ 500 ᴅᴇɢʀᴇᴇꜱ ꜰᴀʜʀᴇɴʜᴇɪᴛ. dead dove, ʀᴏᴀꜱᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀ ᴛᴏᴛᴀʟ ᴏꜰ ꜰɪᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ꜱɪx ᴍɪɴᴜᴛᴇꜱ.

another healer for me to aggressively add to my party :D

hear me out. combine Angel au with Tim Twins au.

...and the reason the bats never meet angel in person is cause he has some mobility issues.

like maybe he uses a wheelchair and/or needs braces or a cane or smth. or maybe it's like some disease that makes him unable to do strenuous activities, like pots.

idk man, it's 1 am, i brain barf first, research later.

but then they(bats + Jackson) get themselves in trouble and watch whichever-evil-bitch-is-responsable get intimidated by some kid that can't even stand properly.

like, it's joker vs Some Guy, and joker is NOT Winning. (prob not gonna go as far as joker tho)

and then Jackson is all 'this is Angel ^-^'

angel: hi. ...bye

jackson: isn't he neat? the skrungly.

and half the batfam is like 'wait they're the same age??? and probably twins??? Angel isn't some weird father figure???'

the other half of batfam: no wait, it makes sense now. i can see the whole "raised eachother" thing better having seen that. the voice changer was prob just fucking with us.

... haven't read the fic in a while so uhh mc'scuse me for inaccuracies.

“Okay, I know I said to take the cheapest flight we could find, but I'm starting to have… thoughts” said a spindly alien to another, both holding suitcases. Said ‘cheapest flight’ was sphere shaped and literally rolled up to the station, sounding like a speeding remote control car. “Hello hello,” said a voice with no source. “Apologies for our improper greeting, but we need to make sure you don't have any potentially deadly diseases for any of our other guests or staff” A door, slightly rounded, suddenly opened and dropped down to become a ramp. A biped in a head to toe gray spacesuit walked down and pointed a scanner at them. “Alright, you’re all good! Welcome aboard!” The biped took off their helmet to reveal a smiling human face, and gestured toward the entrance. The two spindly aliens looked at eachother, one shrugged and the other smiled tensely, then walked into the ship.

~Extra~ “Did you see the new passengers? They look like endermen, all lanky and made of void” Mia gushed. She immediately went and found Kaya after letting said new passengers in and handing them off to the hostess.

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man i love echolalia-ing my sister's verbal stims. we communicating. vibin like a pair of slugcats

the guide doesn't make sense

fuck it we ball. chaos crochet

got a beginners crochet kit for free

gonna try it

the two types of senior year backpacks:

cute kid's backpack bcuz it's fun and you don't have much to carry

or

a duck taped and safety pinned monstrosity that has lasted you your entire high-school career (and maybe longer).

no in between.

NOTICE: As more and more fanfic writers are using generative AI for their works (you uncreative dweebs), I hereby swear on everything I hold dear that I have not and will NEVER use generative AI in ANY of my written work. Everything I post will be organically and creatively my own.