“It’s all gonna be okay. Trust me. I’m the Doctor. But, it’s up to us to make it okay. It’s time to be positively rebellious and rebelliously positive. As long as we stand up for what we believe in, don’t give in to anger or violence, look out for the little guy, keep an eye on the big guys, refuse to keep our mouth shut, and just generally try not to be dicks, every little thing is gonna be alright.”
Now, I normally avoid posting stock photos for obvious reasons, but the emotion in this toad’s face is impossible to pass up. This is a Great Plains toad [Anaxyrus cognatus] in a defensive stance in a parking lot in New Mexico. This pose is meant to intimidate and deter predators. Image by Alamy.com.
Prompt: Mickey accidentally summons an incubus named Emil and now he won't go away. (Sorry I couldn't help myself)
Oh my gosh, yes! So, I had this idea that Mickey and the incubus meet every night and, even though he’s not the real Emil, Mickey pretends he is and cries after. The real Emil starts noticing that Mickey is upset and his concern only hurts him and it was going to be all drawn out and angsty… But then I wrote this instead. ENJOY!! ♥
Michele was drawn from a peaceful sleep by delicious heat making its way up his spine. He shivered, his body free of clothing and covers and completely exposed to the cool air of his hotel room. He thought at first that Sara had stolen the blankets - as she often did - but then he remembered that they were not sharing a room this time.
He would have pondered the sudden chill more, but all thought fled from his mind when he felt something warm and wet on his inner thigh. The caress traveled up to his hipbone, where something - or someone - bit him.
Michele yelped and sat up, now fully awake. He kicked at whatever had been between his legs and grabbed for the sheet, pulling it up to his chin.
“W-Who’s there?” he asked, blindly reaching for the light. He knocked over the phone and a box of tissues before finally hitting the switch. The room was flooded with golden light from the bedside lamp. And there, at the end of his bed, rubbing his ribs with a pained look on his face was none other than, “Emil?”
“Yes?” the other man looked up, his familiar deep blue eyes glinting in the light. But wait, something was wrong. Michele blinked several times before rubbing at his eyes to make sure he wasn’t seeing things.
Emil had wings. Albeit tiny wings, but wings none the less. They were black and resembled those of a bat. And, sprouting from his dark sandy locks were two curved horns.
“Emil, huh?” He smiled, no, grinned deviously. “So, that’s the form I’ve taken.” He crept closer, crawling on his hands and knees. Then he reached forward and plucked the sheets from Michele’s fingers, drawing them back and tossing them out of the way before once again kneeling before him.
“What’s going on?” Michele drew his brows down in confusion and yelped when Emil placed a hand on each of his knees, forcefully spreading his legs apart. “EMIL!” he shouted, scandalized. “What are you doing?!”
“What does it look like?” The other quirked a brow. “I’m eating.”
“E-E-E-” Michele stammered, unable to finish the word.
“Now, be a good little boy and go back to sleep,” Emil purred, kissing the inside of Michele’s knee. “Or,” he looked up, eyes impossibly dark, “Stay up and enjoy it.”
Heat pooled in Michele’s stomach and between his legs as his heart did a little flip. But even though Emil looked amazingly sexy as he dotted a trail of searing kisses up Michele’s thigh, that didn’t mean Michele would forgive him for sneaking into the room and violating him.
“Emil, get a hold of yourself!” Michele growled, palming the other’s forehead and shoving him off. “What’s gotten into you?”
The other man huffed, his small black wings fanning out and a tail Michele hadn’t noticed before flicking from side to side in impatience.
“You’re not going to make this easy, are you?”
“Easy? Emil what-”
“I’m not Emil.” He rolled his eyes. “I’d rather skip the explanation, but I’m curious.” He chewed on his lower lip - Emil’s lower lip? - and frowned. “We incubi have the ability to take on the form of the one you most desire. So, I’m wondering why you’re fighting me on-”
“The what?” Michele’s eyes were wide, his mouth agape.
“The one you most desire,” he repeated. “Your Emil.”
“Whoa, wait!” Michele held his hands up, his face burning. “Emil’s not my-”
“But clearly he is.” The fake Emil gave a little shrug. “Otherwise, I would have taken another form.”
Michele’s head was spinning. What was going on? He didn’t have feelings for Emil. Right? No, of course not! That was ridiculous. Even if the other skater had matured quite a bit - but no, no, no. And, wait, what was that about incubi?
“Anyway,” the fake Emil continued, “I’m starving, so if you wouldn’t mind-”
Just then, the electronic lock beeped and the hotel room door swung open.
“I wish you would have come with us, Mickey. The club was-” Emil froze, staring at them, his key card slipping from his fingers and hitting the carpet with a soft plop that seemed to echo in the small room.
Michele panicked. How could he have forgotten that he and Emil were sharing a room? And, more importantly, how was he supposed to explain why he was naked on the bed with another Emil between his legs?
“Um…” he began.
“Mickey.” Emil took a staggering step forward, the door closing behind him with a click. He glanced between them. “Why are there two of you?”
The incubus gave a toothy grin before winking at Michele. “Looks like I won’t be going home hungry after all.”
Family Accidentally Photographs Ghost Of Dead Neighbor At Child’s Birthday Party
An eerie photo from 2002 just surfaced, and the photographer claims it shows the ghost of his deceased neighbor stopping to celebrate his niece’s birthday.. from beyond the grave.
The man who snapped the photo, who goes by the screen name dopelclaus, posted the image to the reddit, saying that, for fairly obvious reasons, the family was pretty freaked out when they developed the photo. That fear only grew after he ran the images through a few Photoshop filters, which uncovered a rather menacing figure learning around the corner of the frame.
The family had only been living in the house for six months before the photo was captured, and as it turns out, the previous owner had, in fact, died in the house. The real kicker? The family was able to track down the original owner’s son, who verified that the strange-looking man in the photo was his father, even telling the family that he was wearing the same clothes that he was buried in.
Here itis!!! The big project I was working on the past few months! I couldn’t post it in time for the Sonic’s 23rd Anniversary for obvious school reasons… Also it’s not quite…fully finished yet, I have to wait for my friend (http://thejegsu.tumblr.com/ )’s part to be complete :> In the meanwhile,I hope you enjoy this <3