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Here is an observation about my brain:
I always feel MUCH WEIRDER writing something that is sort of WTF if it's gen. If there's a pairing, or better yet if there's porn, I feel like any amount of WTF can be justified because, hey! There's porn.
A story about tiny Amelia Pond saving the universe in a way it did not, in canon, actually need saving, though--IDK, I feel all weird and self-indulgent.
Possibly this is just because I hate writing porn, and gen is just like the most elaborate strategy ever for not having to write the porn. These are my thoughts on a Thursday morning when I should really probably be doing some work.
I always feel MUCH WEIRDER writing something that is sort of WTF if it's gen. If there's a pairing, or better yet if there's porn, I feel like any amount of WTF can be justified because, hey! There's porn.
A story about tiny Amelia Pond saving the universe in a way it did not, in canon, actually need saving, though--IDK, I feel all weird and self-indulgent.
Possibly this is just because I hate writing porn, and gen is just like the most elaborate strategy ever for not having to write the porn. These are my thoughts on a Thursday morning when I should really probably be doing some work.

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*WANTS*
Yes please!!
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Amelia stepped forward cautiously and found a place that wasn't covered in chains or in wires--his knee, which was a bit knobbly, showing through a tear in his brown pants. Amelia knocked against it gently, and said, "Hello? Anyone home?"
The man moved a little, and made some more noises like various kinds of broken things, and then he cracked one eye open to look at her. Amelia held very still when he did that; he seemed much older when he looked at her, older than anyone Amelia had ever met--old like stones were old, not old like a person.
"No," he said after a moment, in an ancient, rusty voice. "No children."
Amelia looked around. Everyone she could see in this place was a child. "There's lots of children," Amelia said.
"Not here," he said, and his eye closed again. "Not for me. I don't take children. I'm not that kind of monster."
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