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Hi, yes, you can.

Hello! I unfortunately don't know anything about diablo, or Lillith. I'm sorry.

Listen, if he fits, he sits. Ok?

It's not like you WANTED to disturb him, but you needed to get laundry done at some point in the future. You reach for him, carefully picked him up, he immediately begins to pitch a fit. "Listen you little radioactive menace," You grown, placing him on the ground, "I know you like the laundry basket but I need clothes for next week." You use your foot to block him as he tries to jump right back in, to which he gives a little roar.

"I bought you a very nice bed!" You say, pointing to the near one hundred dollar cat bed with self heating capabilities. "You don't to sleep on that?" He uses his claws to begin to climb up your pajama leg. "Are you kidding?" You pick him up by a spine, irritated beyond all belief. "Sleep anywhere else you smelly reptile, I have laundry to do." You set him gently back on the floor, ignoring the offended look on his face. You didn't have time to play nice to a dinosaur, you had chores to do.

Hello, I believe I've already gotten this ask in less detail in by inbox. I am unfortunately very slow at answering inbox asks, which is why I tend to churn them out in one day. Perhaps this is a case of two great minds thinking alike, I'll answer the other one when I get to it.

It's ironic that a split second decision would be the hardest one of your life. You were aware of the cameras on you, you were aware your long kept secret was going to be plastered all over the internet within minutes. But Godzilla needed help, and you were the only one that could help him in that moment. The regular humans were too scrambled to provide a timely intervention. The thought of your current, smoking hot boyfriend didn't even cross your mind until AFTER the fight was done.

You groaned, cracking open an eye looking at Godzilla above you. It was no fun being thrown into buildings. The rebar tended to stick you in places you didn't even know could be stuck. Despite the thick kaiju hide the grew when you shifted, you knew you were going to be sore the next day.

You righted yourself, received a nod of appreciation from Godzilla, who turned to leave. Not bothering to say 'you're welcome' you begin shifting back to your human form. Unware the giant was watching you with interest. When you're done, you ache so badly you have to sit for a moment or two on a boulder, aware Godzilla is looking at you with interest. "Take a picture, it'll last longer," You snap. Godzilla huffs, then begins to emit a glow similar to yours.

You have to shield your eyes from the light. When you can finally see again, you put your hand down, mouth immediately dropping. "You're fucking kidding me." You say. Your boyfriend is there, giving you the dopiest grin known to all mankind. "The whole time?!" You roar, getting up to pitch a fit. Your body had other ideas and you immediately sit back down.

He laughs at you and approaches, sitting next to you. "Remind me to kick your ass later." You snap, placing you head on his shoulder. He merely chuckles and places a kiss on your head. What a life.

OH MY GOD YES GIVE ME ALL THE DBD REQUESTS.

*ahem*

That being said, I won't write for three killers: The Clown, The Nightmare, and The Legion. Otherwise, everyone else is fair game, even survivors.

No bother! I think Tumblr indeed got peckish and ate it, I have no Lizard asks.

Is finals week for me....send help....

But more importantly, how are you? Doing ok? I hope you're well.

I imagine they would freak the fuck out. Because like...you're sort of in our very important historical landmark? Sir? Ma'am? Please move? I'm sure MONARCH is all over it too. Monitoring the situation, trying their damndest to make sense of it. Was the what females of his kind all looked like? Did other Titans have mates? Mothra, and Rodan? I'm sure there's a lot of question they're asking, but just don't know the answers to. But Leave it to dear old Goji to throw everyone for a loop just when they think they're getting a handle on things.

Aw, Thank you! Woof, I haven't gotten a mutli-slasher ask in a while. *cracks knuckles* Let's do this! (Also, you didn't specify who, so I just chose my favorites.)

Thomas Hewitt: Tommy looks at the man hanging from the hooks, feeling rage bubbling within his gut. He had been a handsome blond who felt the need to make a gross comment about your body. Tommy knew he was destined to be cattle, but it seems as though someone had gotten to him first. That just pissed him off even more.

"Hey," The sound of your voice startles him. You walk out from behind the blubbering idiot, apron tied around your torso, wiping your hands. "It was hell getting him up there, but I think I did ok. Mind helping me process?" You ask, flashing him one of your winning smiles. Tommy blink, slowly coming to terms with what's happening. He nods, taking the meat cleaver you offered him, the pretty boys' pleas falling on def ears. If Tommy had the mind to talk, he'd tell you in that moment he loved you. But something in him said you already knew.

Tex Sawyer: You were the one person Tex ordered Alfredo not to harass. You'd gotten a job at the gas station, he guessed in a last ditch effort to make some money. He was glad you'd had. You were perfect, and he had a hard time not flirting with you when he came in. Color him surprised when one day and enterprising thief decided to rob the place.

Before Tex or Alfredo could react, you leapt over the counter, surprising everyone. What happened next was a flurry of cuss words, flying fists, and brain matter on the floor. When you straiten up you still look a little unhinged, but damned in Tex didn't fall completely in love with you in that moment. "Bad day?" He asks. You shrug, giving the now dead thief a kick. "You could say that." Tex takes the bandana around his neck off and wipes some blood off your face. "Would you like to come to dinner?" He asks you. You smile, "I'd love to."

Hannibal Lecter: Hannibal pops the meat in his mouth, taking a moment to savor the familiar flavor of pork. He looks at you, surprised at the complexity of flavor you've managed to pull of. You pay him no mind, going through the case file he put in front of you. You, like Will Graham, were a specialist the FBI called on regularly. You'd been in the middle of lunch, offering him a plate of food as well.

"Who was he?" Lecter asked. Your intense eyes snapped to his. "Beg pardon?" He motions to the dish, "Who was he?" He asks again. You frown and go back to the case files. "And unimportant irritant in my life." You said, not bothering to hide the fact that you clearly fed him human meat. Hannibal takes another bit of the meal, inhaling in pleasure at the taste. "You must give me the recipe." You finally smile, eyes still not moving off the pictures in front of you. "I'll see to it that you get it Dr. Lecter."

"Please," He says, "Call me Hannibal."

No one really understood your obsession with the legend of Shelley, the just understood that they should make sure you aren't around to hear them if they talk negatively about her. Your parents were worried when you got sent home with a letter from school saying that it was the last straw, you were going to be expelled if things kept up.

"Mom!" You whined, "No!" She said, spinning towards you, furious. "I know Shelley is your girlfriend, and I know she's a victim, but she dead!"

"Mom!"

"I'm serious! You need to listen to me! Not everyone can see ghosts honey. To everyone on the outside you're going crazy over a legend, nothing more."

"Listen to your mother sweetie," You father pipes up, "what you and Shelley have is a beautiful thing. But if you keep going this route, you will be expelled and it will be much harder to see her." You ground your teeth but your parents had a point.

It was easy with your parents, your mother haunted an object, Shelley haunted a place. You couldn't take Shelley with you wherever you went like you dad could. You roll your eyes but give in, "Fine!" You say, "I'll just stop defending my girlfriend whenever anyone says anything bad about her." You begin to stomp up the stairs. They call for you but you ignore them.

You know that they're right, you did look like some weirdo defending the name of a legend, but you just couldn't help it. Shelley was everything to you, and you didn't want her to get upset with you for not saying anything. You'd have to talk to her tomorrow, you didn't have any other choice. She'd understand, you were sure of it, especially if you made the point of your possible expulsion.

You sigh deeply, tired from the days events. You had to wonder, as you drifted off to sleep, if there was a way to take Shelley with you.

Asks are open ya'll. Just throwing that out there.

I do slashers and monsters!

I have seen it! I loved it so much I'm going to see it again Friday.

When I get asks for it, I write for it.

Harper Comes Home

Pairing: Tex Sawyer x Fem!OC

Summary: It's love at first sight when Tex meets Harper. They'd do anything to keep each other to themselves...anything at all.

Warnings: None in this Chapter.

A/N: Been going through the TCM tapes again...guess who's back on the cannibal train?