damn mutt


Mike Chilton - Take Me Home (Hollywood Undead)

YEAH IT’S FINALLY DONE HELL YES.  I had to make this because if I ever heard a song with lyrics that described Mike Chilton more aptly than “reckless till the day I rest my bones”, I don’t remember it (but if I ever do I will definitely have to make a video with it).

It kind of looks a little bit like he died at the end.  OH WELL.  RIP in peace Mikey.

Good girl

*Deanna found herself cornered between a hellhound and a hardplace. This mission was Crowley’s plan in the first place, now that damned mutt of hers was going to have it’s fill of hunter meat, and for what? So Crowley could get her bones back? Agh… Demons. * 

Deanna : What? 

Crowley : The phone, put her on it.

Deanna : … Uh alright *holds phone up on speaker* 

Deanna : She’s growling, why is she growling? 

Things were by no means under control, but it was at least a little bit less hectic for himself personally. Ever since the magic wore off, and all of his memories came back, he was feeling better than he had in a long time. There were so many things to do and straighten out as well as him trying to deal with the stupid hell mutts. Damn him to heaven if he let the demons come up, and even though he didn’t necessarily like the gargoyles he had to work with them to some extent to prevent the hell bastards from rising.

Sleep had never really been a top priority for Griffin, and it sure wasn’t now. Not while he was running around doing something around the clock, but through the hustle and bustle he knew he wasn’t at his full potential. Illaria was still out there somewhere and it pained him to be separated from her, yet he was bound to Isolon. So after a few words to the leader of the gargoyles he hoped that his familiar could be found and returned soon. 

Thankfully fate was kind to him on this round. It had been in the middle of the day where he had just bargained for some stones that could contain light for a long time. Since the hellhounds were weaker against light and holy relics he would need all he could get to shove them off. The few shards had just been pocketed when he felt a sudden pang of familiarity pound through him. His head snapped up sharply as the ball of bone he always carried on him was warp out to cover his forearm. Just as he rose his left arm there was a flurry of feathers and talons that gripped for purchase around the solidified marrow. Familiar eyes peered down at him, and for a moment it was quiet. Both in the mind and otherwise before he was smacked on the back of the head with a strong wing from the bearded vulture. Then her voice exploded in his head full of venomous chiding and complete worry. 

The two of them were the last beings anyone should ever interrupt, yet they both heard someone approach. While Illaria started to ruffle her feathers to go off at whoever the other person was, Griffin held up a hand to stop her beak from opening as he looked over. “You have about 2 minutes before she goes off like a canon.”

001-Wolves and Fangs


Edward growled as he made his way across the border in his Volvo, speeding towards that damn mutt’s house. Bella had apparently gone over there again, despite the fact that he had told her not to. But he wasn’t angry at Bella. No, he was angry at that damn Quileute kid. Jacob Black. The boy had been trying to get with here since she has moved here, and it was really starting to piss Edward off. Bella was his. He had given her multiple chances to leave him, but she’s always stayed. Now it was time for him to personally get rid of the mutt.

“Come out here, mutt!” He growled as he slammed out of his car. He noticed that Billy’s car wasn’t here, meaning that he had likely had Sue drive him to game at Charlie’s.

Double Edged Blade /CLOSED +donotdaretoswashmybuckle

                                             Get over here!
                  They went this way! 
                                                                                                             Get that pirate bitch!
                                                           Find the ranger! Find the damned mutt, too!

One foot in front of the other, dodge the trees, leave no trail.

The advice Bishop had given Eilera before their little game of hide-n-seek with bandits had gone bad ran through their heads as they attempted to get away. It felt like that had been running for hours, and the voices seemed to be fading from distance now.

     It was only a matter of time before they were off the hook– free to continue on trudging their way through the forests without some trail of assholes behind them to worry about.

     Bishop held up the front, Karnwyr the rear. He followed the familiar scent of his master as he protected Eilera from behind– the ranger making sure they wouldn’t get lost as they tried to make sure the bandits did.

“If we split up here we have a better chance of losing them–” he called over his shoulder, the threat of a pant underlying his authoritative tone, “You go left and keep running. We’ll find you when the coast is clear.”

     Without so much as a missed beat, Bishop took a hard right and disappeared from her line of vision. The man was good. The wolf following him, of course, expertly dodging obstacles and trees, despite all odds.