Flying Monkeys are Awesome!

Deadly Fluff:

My stuffed animals are all charmed. I've believed that toys hold protective qualities since I was a small child, and I've taken measures to up the Oomph! factor since then.

They are hardly my only precaution. When you deal with some of the things and people I have, then you quickly learn that there's no such thing as being overly prepared, or paranoid.

Basically, fuck with me and my Hello Kitty and Flying Monkey plushies will be the least of your concerns.

How to sell a contradiction:

Most of those who invoke the Neo-Pagan version of Karma against someone who has wronged them in some way rarely stop to consider how it might also affect them in return.

Luckily it's about as real as eternal Damnation....which is basically the same threat, just from a different source.

Worst Apocalypse EVER!

In All My Dreams I Drown:

I haven't dreamt of drowning in a long time. The water hasn't come for me since I began feeding heavily from the Dreams of others.

My Incubus hasn't been around either. I think it's because I'm now able to do what he does, even if it is on a much smaller level. The last few times I saw him, he attacked me, clawing at me. I felt that pain, even upon waking, carrying the phantom wounds of his attack for weeks after each occurred.

I hated the water, feared it, and yet, on some level, I also miss it; more than I do the loss of my Incubus.

I long for those waves to claim me again.