#monster-bait

[furrbbyx]

Idk if this was helpful but i giggled. Google review of morning glory milking farm

[kittycarabiner]

does anybody else ever think about wlw monsters 🥺

monster women with thick/long fingers and tongues to prod into your sticky cunt

monster women with sharp teeth to nip at your thighs to keep you still beneath them

monster women strong enough to hold your weight mid-air while they fuck you with their tongue

monster women with huge cocks/straps, with spines, knots, veins, etc that rub against you and perfectly nestle into your g-spot

monster women who groan and grunt when you suck them off/eat them out after, tasting yourself on them. their clawed hands digging into your scalp, restraining themselves from bucking against your cute little mouth

monster women who purr and cuddle you up against their chest afterward, keeping you nice, warm, and content

- this post is 18+ wlw : minors/men dni -

[casually-eat-my-soul]

Y’all know the whole princess in a castle guarded by a dragon thing? Yes - yes. Stiles being a spark, a creature of unending magic, drawing from the universe itself. A spark in a tower. Guarded by the black wolf, the hale beast.

Everyone is in despair that this lovely innocent creature is being held up in a tower with the hale beast. Knights of all the realms come together to quest to save him. Very few had lived the ones that did, didn’t venture very far into the land.. being repelled by other smaller but still vicious wolves.

What they don’t know if the hale beast is very much tamed. Derek lives to serve and protect Stiles. He is beyond furious with these kings and knights for even thinking they could take his mate from him. They are very lucky the stiles finds this situation somewhat amusing. Becuase if he didn’t Derek would have no problem grifting him the heads of every noble. Stiles would thank him and call him a good boy for it.

And stiles loves his wolf very much. And he isn’t locked away in the tower for goodness sake, I mean he leaves often to visit high priestess Lydia for tea (gossip) days. He just dislikes other people. He is fine in his tower.

Background lore: Stiles saved Derek from Kate when he ran half dead into stiles territory. He pledged to serve and protect stiles afterward as a duty on his honour for saving his life. But the longer he stayed the more in love with the spark he became. The other wolves (hale pack) ended up in similar position of running for their lives and being protected by stiles.



[werecreature-addicted]

Werewolf girl cracking a pumpkin with her thighs as a way of flirting

[just-null]

Wowie rly digging the yandere clone headcanons… how would each react if their darling tried to run away from them?!

You said tried so I assume this was a failed attempt!

Short answer: they get really upset and try making it your fault (shocker.) Ain't no way any of these mfs think they're the problem. Good news! you're mostly unharmed and alive.

This will just be purely writing bc i mostly had thoughts! sorry no drawing this time!!

[cw! mentions of potential harm to reader (no actual harm done), manipulation, toxic relationship dynamics (yandere flavor), obsessive behavior]

Sekido

You're always being hunted the moment the sun comes down and you don't return home in time. Reasons like that are exactly why he hates it when you part from him. 

This time is different.. he can't find you in your usual spots. There's no fucking way, right?

How could you.. No, how DARE you? Do you think that he's some joke? That his feelings for you are something that you can run away from like it's nothing? 

The second he's sure the sun won't harm him, he's already white knuckling his khakkhara, swinging at anything and everything in his path until he gets to you.

They know how to sense if you're near or not, hell, they probably know how your specific blood type smells like. 

Did you think cuddling up to you and memorizing every detail about you was for nothing? Don't be stupid. All he needs is a trace of you and he's gone in the blink of an eye.

You better enjoy running while you can because when he catches you, and he will, those legs of yours won't have much use after he's done with them. 

Sekido doesn't WANT to do this, but you honestly give him no choice. After he trusted you enough to stop looking over his shoulder, you do this? How can he ever put any faith in you again!?

On the bright(?) side, Sekido's rage wouldn't be solely on you, it'll ricochet onto everyone, especially the other clones and himself. 

They were supposed to be looking after you! But they can't do anything right, even a task as simple as this. 

And why did he think it was a good idea to trust them with something of big importance when all they do is fuck everything up!? Everyone's idiocy is rubbing off on him!

The entire time on his search for you, he's cursing and wanting to crush anything he can get his hands on, especially your bones. 

He doesn't even bother with speaking to the others, too busy spewing out all sorts of hurtful and frustrated comments about everything. 

The brutal thought that you’d rather run away than be with him isn't one he wants to entertain, but it's echoing in his head.

At least, once the other clones get there, Karaku and Aizetsu brawl with Sekido so you're unharmed while Urogi carries you overhead. 

Sekido's jealousy flares up when he sees you in Urogi's arms, making him even more pissed if that's even possible. Great, now he looks like the bad guy and the other three, the saviors. Fucking perfect.

There's a lot of yelling and a lot of blood, especially with Urogi making things so much more annoyingly difficult in the air. Karaku and Aizetsu aren't helping. Why is Sekido suddenly the problem?! You ran away!! 

But when he calms down enough, he's cursing at everyone through clenched teeth. Sometimes trying to convince the others that you don't even need your legs anyway!!

Once you get back home (or temporary prison until you somehow regain favor), Sekido will eye your legs while gripping his staff from time to time. 

Exactly why he's forbidden to be in a room alone with you for a while until he settles down..

He glares at you more often and grows colder than before. Arguments are more common where he twists your words just to have you talk with him and be angry within reason. 

Any other type of conversation makes him so irrationally upset that the others need to step in so that he doesn't lose his temper again.

Karaku

The calmest out of the group. He brushes it off as “you're playing hard to get” again, and if he makes a ruckus, you'll scamper back and beg him to stop like always!

Then it gets darker out.. and when Sekido left, he seemed pretty pissed. Like more than usual..... shit.

Karaku sprints after Sekido when it clicks that he's found you. His mind starts reeling, unsure whether he should laugh at the absurdity of your decisions or get pissed off because you didn't even bother to give a hint! 

Not like that would do anything aside from give you away but regardless!

Everyone needs to relax, this is obviously something they can sweep under the rug. This isn't that big of a deal and you're just having a fit, but things like these can get you hurt, y'know? 

They're fun and all, sure, just maybe give him a heads up next time, yeah? Sekido can't take a joke, you know this!!! Still.. There's a way Karaku can work with this.

He'll be able to swoop in, save you, be your hero, and remind you why staying with him is kinda important. Just in case you forgot~ 

You don't wanna be out and about without his charming grin and protective hold would you? Don't answer that right now, he has a feeling you'll say something wrong!

Yet.. what if you need a firmer hand to remind you of what Karaku provides? What if you got a little too comfortable being protected so you thought you'd be alright leaving them? Man, who knew you could be spoiled!

Because of this, he would purposely fumble, letting Sekido get near you just so he can stop him at the perfect moment. He purposely gets hit too and makes sure some blood gets near you. To remind you how that could've been yours.

When Sekido calms down, Karaku laughs in your face and would pinch your cheeks if you weren't up in the air with Urogi on the way home.

You should've seen your face! It was really cute~! Maybe getting scared is your thing? He'll note that for later.

He offhandedly advises you not to do things like that all the time, fighting Sekido always kinda sucks, but it's not like you actually had a chance of successfully running away so he won't chastise you too much for it. 

That's not his job, and his heart hasn’t pumped that fast in a long time.. not even in a fight! You're so amazing~~

And delusional if you think he's not going to milk this “heroism” thing back there for some extra affection points with you. 

Don't be so mean. he got his head blown off twice and jaw dislocated thrice, not to mention everywhere else on his body. Don't you think those parts of him need some extra loving? more than usual?

There's not that much Karaku can say after that aside from reminiscing like it was a funny story. He's not upset about it, mostly a little miffed you got kinda far without him noticing, but he gets over it. 

The usual routine starts back up for him when you're back home. It's like nothing happened, but he keeps a closer eye on you since everyone's so tense.

Urogi

If you're not home before the sun sets, Urogi's clawing at the walls with stress. He usually accompanies Sekido to go find you, but this time is different. Urogi could just barely tell you were around.. When Sekido bolts, Urogi's flying as fast as he can, trying to find you first. 

You're so far.. you must've gotten kidnapped!!!!!

The stress from before burns into anger, expecting to see someone having their hands on you while you're calling out in vain. How could he let this happen?! Damn sun! 

He darts through the skies even faster imagining it, and when he finally reaches you, you look.. fine? and alone. and looking at him like he's the danger. He's here to save you, dummy..

Urogi falls to his knees, burying his face against your stomach and finally wrapping his arms around you again. Your fists violently hit his head and yank fistfuls of hair back, but it doesn't phase him. 

Your comforting warmth is back, that's all that matters. And god, your smell.. it's almost making him dizzy. He missed you so much.

There's many holes to the story in Urogi's head as to why you're so far from home, but he fills them in with more convoluted delusions. It's just a peaceful reunion right now.. 

That is until Sekido finally arrives and starts swinging his khakkhara way too close to your fragile bones. 

Now he's back in defense mode where he scoops you up and tries flying out of reach. This is so stressful!!! There's lightning everywhere and he keeps having to dodge the multiple staffs thrown his way. 

He shields you with his wings as best he can while trying to stay in the air, so you don't get hurt during Sekido's outburst.

In the skies, it's much clearer to see the hurt behind the haunting glow of Urogi's eyes. Did you care about how he might feel? Did you miss him at all? Did you not feel loved enough? Did someone say something to you? 

As he maneuvers the sky, he holds you as tightly as possible, lightly digging his talons into your skin.

Being without you for a couple hours is agonizing enough on its own. If you HAD left him, abandoned, cold, alone.. he doesn't want to think about it. All that matters is that your kidnappers or liars or whatever influenced you are gone, and you're back safe with them!!! 

You.. you still like him, right? Of course you do, fate wouldn't force your paths together if it wasn't for a reason!

Coming back home is uncomfortably tense, especially with how violently Aizetsu kicked Urogi across the room, nearly through the wall, when he tried to lick your wounds clean. It really hurt! 

When you're patched up, Urogi is ten times as clingy if that's possible. He has his arms looped around you constantly so you can't stray too far, and if his hands are busy, he always has his wings!

As happy as he is that you're back, he can't help but cry into your chest sometimes. Everything is so tense nowadays, he hates it! How could you go and do something like that? Apologize immediately! Or at least hold him too? Doubt creeps in a lot, and your attitude isn't helping.. 

His mood swings are stronger. From sobbing uncontrollably into your clothes to being all smiles and radiating with joy the next just because you said something vaguely decent.

Aizetsu

The demotivation started to creep in the second you left. During the day, Aizetsu sits by the door, wanting to be the first one you properly greet. Sekido and Urogi usually bring you back and he'll be the one in your good graces without lifting a finger. That sounds nice.. 

But as the footsteps fade and the silence lingers, Aizetsu feels miserable the longer he waits... Hold on, silence?

Before he realizes what's happening, he's already dashing to where the familiar commotion is coming from. Dread sets in as his legs take him as fast as they can whilst being the slowest of the four. This doesn't feel like they're rushing over to you after a long day, it feels.. dangerous?

What did you get yourself into..? Why do you insist on going to places Aizetsu can't follow? Are you safe? He hates not knowing.

Usually you're the one who's fine. You deal with four demons almost daily! Please please please be okay. He can't fathom it if you were hurt. 

When he gets there, the puzzle pieces fall into place and Aizetsu gets even more depressed, but at least you're not hurt. Well, not if he interferes. His movements are sluggish, a perpetual frown plastered on his face as he tries holding Sekido down. 

Aizetsu wants to dissolve into the floor, and he does sometimes. Not wanting to fight Sekido off anymore, he slumps over. 

This could've been a regular day where you came home.. Are you serious? Leaving? How pitiful could you be to actually think you could get away? Or was it that you wanted to play some sick joke on them? Well, it's not very funny... It's terrible actually.

Aizetsu stays silent on the way home, walking with a bit more energy knowing you're near despite his heart ache.

You can feel the harrowing disappointment radiating off of him the moment you all go back home.

He's tired, annoyed, and so unbelievably upset. Aizetsu grimaced when Urogi got near your scratches with his tongue, so he “politely” ushered him away. 

Knowing a human's weak points is good in battle, but he started trying to learn how to heal them, specifically because he knew these types of things might happen.

As he cleans your scratches, he's actively scolding you for leaving in a cold emotionless tone. And by scolding, he's using manipulative language, trying to make you guilty for everything you did. 

He barely has the energy to live, but now that he finally found his light in the darkness, you want to leave? Is it so wrong he wants to hold onto what makes him even a smidgen happier than usual? He reminds you that he'll wither away without you, but he's not really too keen on dying just yet.

When he tries to get back into a routine, he just can't. He knows why you left, but he doesn't want to hear it. Even if you're sweet to him or not, he'll hold you from behind when you rest.

Looking at you is too much, but being away from you is even worse. Aizetsu compromises this way, but gets quieter, occasionally sniffling when he hides his face behind you.

There's too much going on and he's so tired.. If it weren't for the others, he probably would've held you so tight for so long so that you both would perish together.

Maybe that’s why he's only allowed to hold you when you're asleep. Just please don't do that again.. He NEEDS you. Please, please, please.

Safe to say you gave them a scare. When they double down on the protectiveness, living is ten times more difficult for EVERYBODY. when you lose their trust, it's pretty difficult to gain it back, but not impossible!!

Sekido and Urogi will always assume the worst if you're gone for too long while Karaku and Aizetsu give you a little more freedom until the others drag them along into their worries.

[stubz]

Drill Day

'Attention participants, the drill will be starting in 1 minute. Take this time to prepare yourselves and to remember that everything that will happen is a simulation. Nothing can or will legitimately hurt you. Should you wish to stop the simulation tap the centerpiece of your vest and you will escorted off, should you be unable to do so simply say 'moon' and you will escorted off.'

"Okay the sound system is good, the holograms and drones are a go, and our actors are ready."

"I still don't know why we need actors when we have perfectly good holograms and drones." Glip didn't want to admit but she was a little hurt that Calis and the Captain didn't trust her work.

"We've been over this. As good as your holograms are they aren't physical which can lower the realism and while your drones are physical they can can be too predictable which is something we don't want. Hence the actors."

"Doubt they'll even be convincing." she grumbled.

.

To Glip's annoyance and Quip's entertainment the actor's where in fact convincing.

"What are you doing you idiot?! Your in a supply closet with tons of stuff around to use and you use a towel?? You deserve to be captured by enemy forces."

The poor Vrool get's tackled to the ground by an actor who roars in their face, fake fangs and mandibles making them ink themselves.

"Aw buddy, aw there we go! Good sportsmanship actor!" the actor uses the towel to clean the Vrool best they can before finding them a new uniform to change into them a before sending them to the 'jail' set up.

"Shlip who did they hire for this?" honestly this was some of the best simulation acting she's seen in a while.

"Some random ship members who had too much time and was down for a free dinner on Cap."

"Huh, any apexes?"

"Oh yeah, like two thirds of them. Those big ones dressed like a Mors Crawlers? That's a tighalax and a rextalian."

"Great asteroids no wonder those orcs were shaking."

"Yep," he said popping the p. "almost as terrifying as the real thing."

..

"Wait wait wait, hold the shlipping communicator, we got younglings doing this?"

"Oh quiznack. . .well it's probably gonna be toned down right, right?" he asked looking at his co-worker.

"Yeah, yeah it should be. Look. Like half the actors are leaving...leaving only the scariest ones left." they looked at each other concerned.

"CAAAPPPTAAAIN??"

"What!? Damnit Quip and Glip don't yell into the comms!"

"Are we actually sending younglings into this??"

"Isn't this like youngling endangerment?"

"The kids have been briefed about this and their parents signed off on this. Perfectly legal and safe. I also brought in some experts on this."

"Experts on scaring children?" who the shlip does that??

"Just do your jobs."

...

"OH MY GODS..HOW THE ACTUAL SHLIP?!"

"how the deq are these kids fine with this..."

Said younglings are being chased by actors, dressed as Mors Crawlers and Domitors, the actors giving them very little breathing room.

One of them swipe at the younglings with their prosthetic claws, catching on the little ones clothes. They yank back and the child is sent sprawling towards the jaws of the Domitor, the child's vest lights up red. They're out.

Some more children get caught by claws, tails, and wings. Each one of them are out.

The remaining few duck into an open vent too small for the predators to follow. They claw and roar at the entrance.

"HA! Can't get them now, score one nothing for the younglings!"

"Nope, look at screen 3."

While the actors at the entrance roared and thrashed a few of them ran through the halls until reaching the other side of the vent. Just as the children were coming out.

They could run but to where? Back into the vent? Forward into their pursuers?

Well they tried both.

The largest and strongest charged forward while the smallest ran back.

While the larger and stronger ones were from species known for their power and abilities, they were still younglings going against adults. After some struggling their vests turned red.

Only a handful of younglings reached the vent without getting caught. The ones inside were safe...for now.

....

'Only 5 minutes before the simulation is over. 5 minutes.'

"Well, looks the kids win this one."

"Good for them. They earned it."

"Yeah-hold up...what are they doing?"

The actors were...breaking the wall. They had grabbed chairs and any heavy objects they could and were using them to break down the wall.

"IS THIS ALLOWED?!"

"THERE'S NO WAY IT IS....gods wrath it is...JUST LET THE KIDS HAVE THIS!!"

When a foot of the vent was now revealed they grabbed it and started to pull. The other side, now aware of what was happening, started to push and increase their efforts in grabbing the younglings.

"They're pulling it...oh my gods they're pulling it out of the actual wall!"

"IT'S 15 FEET LONG THOUGH!!"

"HOW MUCH TIME IS LEFT?!"

"2 MINUTES."

Inch by inch the predators pulled out sections of the vent. Almost a third of the way done. The hole left behind now big enough to send over their smallest predator on the other side.

"BODY CAM BODY CAM"

"I'M DOING IT I'M DOING IT"

The beast crawled as fast as it could through the tunnel. The younglings yell and kick at its claws.

A child screams while being dragged out of the body cams view.

"They're dead."

"Yep, you owe me five tix."

"No, I betted on the other rextali-"

"MOON!"

Quip and Glip quieted. Then went into a flurry finding the right camera, searching for the child who said the safe word.

They found the child; Zyz, age 6 years old, species rextalian, being comforted by an actor. Face pressed into the adults fake fur while stroking the child's spine with their palms. Keeping their face and claws out of Zyz's view.

All the other actors around them softly put down the vent pieces and children already caught.

They then step back and then kneel or crouch. Claws are up or by their sides.

The children go to one another, checking up on each other, a few check on Zyz.

One of the actors slowly approaches Zyz on their knees. Hand out holding a tissue.

A tiny hand takes it. Along with the tissue.

And just like that all the other adults scoop up the children. Some are cradled into their chests, needing comfort and to not have them see their masks. Others are put onto their shoulders and backs, not as riled up or in a more playful mood. Some are tossed and dangled, to put them at ease despite the adrenaline coursing through their small bodies.

Soon the sniffles and hiccups are replaced by laughter and cheers.

The claws are replaced by warm sweaty hands.

Fangs and mandibles are replaced by sweaty smiling faces.

Wings and extra appendages are replaced by children hugging the tired actors.

"...they were HUMANS?!?"

"Hey it's Max! ...Ohhh that's whose a professional in scaring kids. That makes sense now."

[shinelikethunder]

it's so cute that 6x05 had soulless Sam standing there salivating over Dean getting force-fed vampire blood in a barely-metaphorical back-alley rape scene, then went "it was a strategic-value boner. he was hard enough to pound nails for entirely calculating reasons. what reason could Sam possibly have for not being normal about Dean 'panic room detox' Winchester getting corrupted into monsterdom by some sexually predatory creep dripping blood into his mouth?"

("hahaha what subtextual implications about soullessness as a response to trauma and moral injury. a wizard did it and now Sam can't feel feelings, and if we filmed it like he was standing there jerking it then no we didn't." oh season 6, your sickodom is iconic and your deniability is barely even plausible anymore and i love that for you. keep doing hot girl shit forever.)

[concerto-roblox]

g1 or g3 who cares either way monster high animated media will have a well-dressed twink with ulterior motives

[glitterstarly]

Something silly I did~

AU where Bill is send to earth like a beast as part of his rehab journey; the docs on theraprism thought it would be good for his improvement to start "closing chapters" of his life, starting with the Pines family, and bc of his good behaviour the axololt agrees with this, with the condition of removing all of his remaining powers, hability to speak and a brand new body of his own (he could've definitely transform him intro a human but this was funnier)

And since he appeared in the middle of one of the twins' expeditions across the Pacific, his unwanted presence will have no choice but to be part of their little adventures on the high seas :D

[bxbblegxmbimbo]

monster fucking monster fucking monster fucking monster fucking monster fucking monster fucking monster fucking monster fucking monster fucking monster fucking monster fucking monster fucking monster fucking monster fucking monster fucking monster fucking monster fucking monster fucking monster fucking monster fucking monster fucking

[rosebudprincess]

they’re actually femme4butch, i don’t make the rules

[macbxth-pdf]

A quick little story idea I’m thinking of writing

After years of saving up, a cryptid obsessed butch from the city moves to West Virginia with the goal of homesteading and cutting down on living expenses. It was supposed to be a peaceful life with nature, their root cellar and their dog. But that dream is shattered when their clothes disappear and all that can be found are their remains filled with large bite marks. One night, the butch finally has enough and sets a trap to catch whatever is disturbing their peace….Only to catch MothFemme…

[kittycarabiner]

i’m sending this because i want another post of yours to read and i’m impatient sorry!

me needing your writing: 💳💥💳💥💳💥

i got you, pookie! hopefully this is okay ;w;

warnings: smut (mdni), wlw content, fem!dragon x fem!reader, tail grinding/fucking, monsterfucking, size kink

- this post is 18+ wlw - minors/men: dni -

massive as she was, with wings spanning mountains and teeth sharp enough to pierce through any unlucky creature who stumbled upon her; she was so caring of you.

she doted on you, as a dutiful mate should, taking care of you and preparing you for the oncoming breeding season soon. she snuggled you close to her in the nest she decorated for you.

less sharp, shiny gold, more soft, cozy things, you had suggested. and, of course, she was more than happy to oblige, filling the nest with blankets and pillows full of feathers and fur. you had most pleasantly rewarded her by staying longer, snuggling closer to her, and enjoying her loud, rumbly purrs.

she had even memorized your own cycle, despite the differences between your species, she understood the times when you fell rather....needy yourself.

in those times, she would strip you down, yet put the finest of jewelry on you, ensuring the chains brushed your nipples and the golden anklet jingled with every minute movement you made.

even the collar on your neck would make noise, like a bell on a cat. she found it rather cute. she delighted in the noises she'd pull from your lips, accompanied by the soft ringing of her jewelry on you.

she watched as you perched atop the end of her tail, panting and whining as your bare cunt slid over her scales. she was pleased at the mess you'd already made of her flesh, glimmering in the moonlight as you arched up for her.

she watched, happy to allow you to indulge in her for the night as you ground down into the muscle, gasping at the feeling on your clit.

you both knew when it came to the real mating, she'd have to change into a more suitable form, yet there was something so primal and exciting in playing with you like this. it made you feel so helpless, and she couldn't help but notice it made you even wetter.

her tail presses up against you, tip teasing your entrance as you quiver, thighs shaking as you hunch forward, whimpering.

she slid it into you slightly, just enough to make you mewl, to lose your focus, to get off pace. she liked to see your eyebrows knit together when she overwhelmed you. it was adorable...

the way you would beg her to cum was exhilarating, knowing she had so much power over every thing you did. with a gentle nod, she brought you over the edge herself, allowing you to slowly slide off her tail and into the nest with her.

though she couldn't speak to you this way, her soft purrs conveyed what a perfect little mate you were for her.

[the-triangle-witch]

got anything weird you can show us?

"I always got something weird! :D"

[aro-lesbian]

Imagine, I'm lost in the woods at night and suddenly stumble across a werewolf. She's a huge, hulking beast that towers over me.

She sniffs the air, noticing my scent. She starts stalking me like prey, and I'm too frozen with fear to run. I know she'd catch me either way. I can't help but feel aroused, turned on by the helpless situation and her sharp teeth.

The werewolf reaches me and lifts up my chin with a claw, forcing me to hold eye contact. I don't know if she's going to kiss me or if she's going to eat me. I find myself not minding either option in the paws of such a beautiful beast.

--this post is about lesbians--

[6-and-7]

Spiral!Amy (inspired by this post)

Growing up sleeping next to a crack in the universe does funny things to a person. You have this constant sense of loss, of mourning something -- someone -- you can't even remember. Only the feelings remain, disconnected from memories that no longer exist. Open wounds on missing limbs, never able to heal. First you worry about it. You tell your mother, who checks on it never existed. You tell your father, who checks on it never existed. You tell your aunt, who sends you to therapy.

Then you try and hide from it, but the more you try to escape it, the more you see it everywhere, running along walls and windows and trees. It's a crack in everything, everywhere. You looked into a cracked mirror once. You don't look in mirrors anymore.

Then you try to appease it. Or, you think about appeasing it. You never seem to actually manage to get around to it, you think, staring out at the duck pond. There are no ducks there. There never have been anymore. Aunt Sharon says that she really should get her eyes checked, she's needed glasses for ages, and why hasn't she ever gotten a pair? Your lips twist up into a smile, but you don't know why.

And then, at long last, you embrace it. You are always smiling, now. Sometimes you laugh at nothing, or at least what is nothing now. Your therapist was always missing a leg, but you managed to bite it regardless. An open wound on a missing limb, never able to heal.

Amelia Pond, like a name from a fairy tale. An impossible thing, a child born of nothings and never-weres. She fell down, down the rabbit hole, from which there is no returning. All that remains is the Amy in Amnesia, and a Pond without any ducks.