#hol— *gunshot*

[dimitrscu]

the council has convened to decide your fate.

the verdict: gay :/

[monstercampus]

werewolves?? gangbangs??? bestie you are spoiling us🤭🤭

ehe! i aim to please 💅 being a free use hole for some big scary werewolves (+ other monsters obvs) has soooooo been on the mind lately 🤪🤪

[fl3shm4id3n]

Cᵣᵤₑₗ Wₒᵣₗd

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐌𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭. 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐮𝐩 𝐚𝐬 𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧, 𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐥𝐤 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐚𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭. 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐬, 𝐕𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐦. 𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰.

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ᴍɪɢᴜᴇʟ ᴏ'ʜᴀʀᴀ x ᴡɪꜰᴇ! ᴠᴇɴᴏᴍ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

Tw: Death of a child, murder, gun/gunshot wounds, depression, emotional, mentions of gore? nudity.

A/N: I based this off the AU where Bruce's parents are Batman and The Joker.

Masterlist

The whole time you had been crying, begging that your baby was okay, you were still covered in her blood. You didn't bother to clean yourself, all you cared about was your daughter. When the doctors came to tell you both the news, you has absolutely lose it. You begged and screamed that they must be another thing that they could of done but no, Gabriella had died.

During the funeral, the whole time you had been hovering over the little casket, crying and begging that she'd come back. It hurt your husband seen you in this state, he hated seen you in such pain and distress. That night you didn't sleep in yours and Miguel's bedroom, you slept in your daughter's room, wishing and hoping that this was only a bad room and that your Gabriella would be in bed with you, but the next morning, she wasn't there, she was really gone.

For the last couple weeks not everything went back to normal, that night something had died inside of you, no longer did you smile or were happy ever. You were basically in your own world, forgetting that your husband was still in the picture, you loved him, you really did, but it was hard to look at him sometimes, every time you looked at your husband, you saw your little Gabriella, she looked a lot like her father. It hurt.

You went about your day, you woke up early or sometimes you didn't sleep at all. You did chores and everything that needed to get done in the house, then you'd do and hide in your daughter's room. You didn't do nothing in the room, but just lay in bed while hugging her soccer jersey, her scent was still on her clothes, it made you cry, you must have looked pathetic, but you didn't care.

This worried Miguel, you were getting worse instead of better, he knew that people mourned differently, but this was getting out of hand. He noticed a lot of unhealthy changes in you, he needed to help you. For a while he himself had also isolated himself, but now you needed him. That night he decided to talk to you, about taking you to go talk to a therapist, but you refused, you told him that you were fine and didn't need help, this lead to an argument. You both had began screaming at each other. Miguel had warned you that if you didn't go willing to the therapist, then he'll put you in a psych ward by force, when you heard those words, you got scared and basically ran out the door, scared that he might lock you up and claim you as crazy. He didn't mean for this to happen, he only wanted to help.

Miguel had thought you went for a walk for some fresh air, but those minutes became to hours, then those long hours turned into days. He had filed a missing person report to the police. While the police did their part, so did Miguel. He did everything in his power as Spider-Man to find you, but nothing, you had basically disappeared from thin air. He did not stop, no matter how long it would take, he was going to find you.

Years passed. Miguel has not found you yet, it killed him. He didn't know if you were alright, with good people, or if you were even alive. He remembers your screams, those same screamed haunted him at night. That night of the murder haunted him. Every time he closes his eyes, he sees you, holding the dying body of yours and his daughter, begging for her to keep her eye open. He remembers when you both rushed to the hospital screaming for help, when the doctors and nurses came to your help, you begged them to let go with them, in case your daughter needed her mama. he hopped that you were alive and well.

That wasn't the only thing he was worried about, some vigilante by the name of Venom had appeared. She was terrorizing the city and killing criminals from the streets, leaving some disturbing stuff that he felt disgusted to even mention behind to warn other criminals. He tried so hard to figure out who it was, but it was impossible, he had no clue on who could it possibly had been. Some people may find her acts heroic, but what she was doing was wrong, he was a vigilante himself, but he had limits. Someone needed to stop her before she does worse things.

Miguel was out on patrol, looking for any kind of danger or if anyone needed some help from Spider-Man, he was about to call it a night, but he hard screaming coming from an ally. So he decided to go check it out. The screaming got louder, he must have got closer, then he heard this kind of snarl and a demonic yet feminine voice. "Scums like you shouldn't be alive! You all should die!" she hiss at the man, who was pressed up against the wall, with her tight grip on his neck.

"Let him go Venom!" Miguel yelled towards the female, then the disguised woman looked at him, making her growl and gripping harder on the man's neck. "Why should you care to what happened to this low life! Him and every other criminal deserves to die!" she hissed towards the Spider-Man, she was about to snap the guy's neck. But Miguel had launched himself towards her, causing her to drop the guy, in which he ran away as fast as possible.

Then they both began to fight, they threw punches, kicks and threw each other around the ally. This went on for hours. "Just quit Venom!" Miguel yelled towards the woman, who was ready to throw another punch at him. "No! I will never stop! Until every criminal on the street is dead! They have to pay for what they had done!" she hissed, throwing herself back at Miguel, hitting him square n the jaw. Causing Miguel to hiss and get a hold of her wrist at in attempt to get her to stop.

"You think by killing them things will get better?!" he asked, while trying to restrain her but he couldn't, she manage to get away from him. "Yes, they took the most precious thing to me" she said, stopping her movements. "In this very ally, they killed my daughter!" she hissed, he could tell that she was in pain. He also couldn't help but notice the ally was the same exact ally where the murder of his daughter happened. But when the woman said the thing about her daughter, was what made Miguel freeze in his tracks.

"My daughter was shot here, and died in the hospital... they never found the guy that did it.." she said in tears. Miguel could see the tears streaming down her white wide eyes. "My daughter was my everything, she was the light of my life, but now she is gone.. and it's because of people like those scums that I do what I do.. so that no other mother had to go through what I did.." she admitted. No, it couldn't possibly be her. "I will do everything in my power to get every criminal off the street, even if that means killing them" she said.

The woman then brushed off her tears. "I'll have to kill you too, since you tend to get in my way!" she hissed as she lounged at him. This time Miguel had a trick up his sleeve. As soon as the woman got close to him, he manage to get a hold of her shoulder, then with his free hand, he got a needle shot which contained the venom from his fangs and injected the serum in her neck. Causing her to go weak. "What did you.." she wasn't able to finish her sentence. She then slumped forward towards him, losing conciseness.

Miguel then got a hold of the unconscious woman, he noticed how the black ink like skin of her began to disappear from her body. Revealing that she was naked underneath her 'suit'. Sadly he didn't have anything to cover her body, instead he used his big arms to hide her body. Then the black ink had dissolved off her face, revealing to be his one and only wife. The woman that he had been searching for, you looked so peaceful with your eyes closed as if you were sleeping. He sighed as he held your body close to him, pulling you into a tight embrace and tears forming in his eyes, glad that he had found you.

Taglist: @sorryi-mtrash, @call-me-nev

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[earthfromadistance]

I don’t think it’s a coincidence that Hozier, Niall and Barry Keoghan are 3 Irish men and I have 3 hol- [gunshots]

[bigassbowlingballhead]

Today I learned that king James named a ship Buckingham‘s entrance to mark the appointment of George as duke. They apparently renamed it shortly after to Happy Entrance which does not make it much better. Where was this historical fact when I went to school they should teach that in class.

isn't happy entrance what george calls jame's hol- *gunshot*

[modernspellsword]

[NARRATE] The sender narrates the story behind one of their scars. (Bullet wound!)

((Oh boy. Here comes a doozy.))

"So? You wanna find out how I got these?" She asked as she poked two round-ish scars. "Its a story, take a seat. Want a drink?"

When her listener was comfortable Annalise began.

So, I'm Bi. Possibly pan. And I keep making terrible decisions. After a summer with a Werewolf where we just weren't meant to be I resumed my monster hunting career. Around 23 I took a job to hunt a demon in a small upstate New York town along the Erie canal. It was a town well past its time, with as many boarded up buildings as open ones. I went with a dedicated demon hunter. A nice guy who, while a touch extreme, was a genuine good guy. Fought with twin guns. Blessed bullets. Was pretty good too. A little quick on the trigger, but hadn't hurt anybody on his team yet. Aside from some ear damage. Well we had to find the demon in the area. So the two of us being the only ones who knew in town split up to search for this demon. While I was out I met this cute girl. Brie was her name. We hit it right off. Brie and I uh... We kinda became close. Very close. I'm a horny fool so in the 12 days we were together we had gotten close as hell. We did some stuff together. However on day 12 my fellow hunter said he had found out the demons identity and to meet him in the park.

So I go to the park and I see my co-hunter pointing a gun at my new girlfriend. I freak the fuck out. And well... Damn. That didn't work out well. Standing between my girlfriend and my co-hunter going 'Hol up why are you trying to shoot my girlfriend'.

Well a few seconds later I hear some gunshots. And a ton of discomfort in my gut. She traced her twin scars with her fingers lightly. I wake up a few days later in a fancy mansion and I learn finally what happened.

Over the 12 days I was in town Brie and I met for 8 of them. On the remaining four my demon hunter friend had discovered our demon. It was Brie. And she was no ordinary demon. Having heard that the flow of magic was restored to earth a demon queen, one of the born demons, not a sinner from earth, had come to earth. Taking a hit to her power in exchange for being left alone by other demons. Well uh, the hunter organization did what it loves to do and tried to ruin a peaceful monsters life. And my demon hunter? Well he truly meant well, and to be fair to him, had I known, I wouldn't have stood between us, but I would have tried to calm him down. And to be more fair, Brie? She was playing with him. Using her powers to do... Something to him. So when I met him things were coming apart at his seams, but he was aiming to put his pistols down. They just went off.

Brie? She was livid. For what its worth I had fallen for her like a goddamn ten ton weight off mt Everest. But she liked me. Genuinely liked me. She destroyed his guns with a thought and was going to do the worst things she could to him. However apparently I stopped her. I struck her with my blade. I don't remember this, and I'm told I didn't even cut her skin. But I told her 'no' and she listened. She sent the hunter on his way and made a pact with me. I could live, but I would become part demon.

And... I did. However I had two blessed bullets in me. While I won't die from them, my demon powers are limited due to them. And these scars? They will never heal. I lived with Brie for a bit, but finding out I fell for a demon queen was a bit much so when she had something lined up I stayed with a vampire teacher. It took a few years to learn my demon powers. And I still haven't mastered them. But I got a lot better at it. And... I still have these scars to remind me of the fool I am.

[swifty-fox]

https://www.tumblr.com/swifty-fox/749926947615883264/hear-me-out-twinsegan-one-is-blonde-obvi

Oh god. Gale taking them both. At the same time. In one hol— *gunshot* *free express bullet train to hell*

oh yes in one hole absolutely <3

[fellow-traveller]

What if...the reason Hol Horse often survived a point-blank gunshot to his head by his own stand is because Emperor knows it'll injure its user so it automatically retracts/disappears when hitting the surface of Hol's skin/muscle and potentially not giving Hol any fatal damage. The impact of the bullets still breaks skin and could knock him unconscious, but they don't fully penetrate beyond the muscle layer.

I mean, stands, no matter how simple or obscure, are still the user's spirit manifestation. So if Hol subconsciously did not want to end up dead in a fight, surely Emperor knows and works accordingly to make sure that's the case.

I like this idea because controlling bullets is not an easy task, hence this could be a failsafe method to not accidentally killing the user.

[aries-writingblog]

Enemy Fire: 8

Summary: There’s a new kid in town, and she’s got a city to usurp.

Pairing: Jason Todd x F. Reader

Word count: 1.4K

Warnings: language, threats, violence, gunshot wounds

AN: photos are from Pinterest

Jason sat in a chair at her bedside, his legs spread wide. He’s been sprawled there for hours, waiting.

He was mildly impressed with her, yet again. She had managed to distract him enough to actually steal something off his belt.

The street rat in him couldn’t believe it.

And for that, he was pissed.

So he was waiting for her to wake, so he could kick her ass.

But he had been there since Dick called him and no change. She still hadn’t woken.

He had sat for hours, examining her face. Her full face. He had never seen her without the domino. Now, able to see all her features, he couldn’t deny she had an eerie beauty.

A new scar graced her cheek, the skin still looked irritated and raw.

His fingers came up, carefully touching his own scar that lashed angrily across his throat.

Batarangs never dealt too much damage. Just enough to leave a permanent reminder.

YN groaned, her lungs felt pressured, like they had been filled with water. Her body was heavy. Aching. Her eyelids were in much of the same condition.

Her vision was bleary and blurred as her eyes finally cracked open. Where the hell…

“Good morning, Princess. Mind telling me why and how you lifted that nifty little device?” Jason asked. He tapped his fingers against the chair’s arm.

She blinked groggily, rolling onto her side. Jason cocked an eyebrow.

YN groaned, the stitches in her skin pulling irritably. Her eyes quickly found the figure sitting beside the bed.

He wore regular clothes: a light blue T-shirt with dark jeans, combat boots on his feet. A signature, brown leather jacket layered over it.

Black hair tussled perfectly, the white streak nearly positioned in a perfect question mark— almost begging her to ask. Obscuring his identity, a black domino lay across the bridge of his nose, whiting out his eyes.

But just beneath the mask, a cruel, curved scar began at the corner of his lip and traced a path across his skin.

She didn’t even have to guess.

This was Red Hood. Or at least, what he was comfortable showing her, with how much she had caught him off guard.

Pushing the thick blankets from her body, YN groaned again, a vain attempt to keep herself quiet. She made it to her feet shakily, wincing at every harsh tug of her stitches.

Jason sat up, realizing she was committed to escaping.

“Where the fuck are you going?” He barked. Anger flushed his face, red hot heat in his cheeks. He shoved the chair back, rushing toward her, standing in front of the door. “I’m speaking to you.”

YN shoved at his chest; The force was weak, she nearly toppled over from the exertion. If only she had been freshly hospitalized when he first met her, he felt he could’ve taken her a lot easier.

“I have to get home. He’s coming.”

“Not ambiguous at all.” Jason griped, under his breath. He leaned back against the door. Blocking the only way out— unless she broke through the window, which she was seriously considering. “I’m gonna help you but you have to be clear with me here.”

YN laughed, the action made her stomach ache but she ignored it.

“Oh, you’re gonna help me, are you?” She snarked. Her face settled into faux gratitude before it was broken by a vicious sneer. “When did I ever ask for your help?”

“When you stole my pager.” Hood retaliated.

YN’s mouth closed, her lips pressing together. Jason scoffed, chuckling darkly under his breath.

“I didn’t know what I was stealing— it looked like a taser.” She lied, shrugging one shoulder.

Jason rolled his eyes.

“You’re not gonna make it far like this.” He gestured to her injuries.

“I’ll go as far as I need to.” She heaved out, her hand absentmindedly clutching at the wound on her side. “I’ve been on my own for years, Hood. I’ve survived worse.”

“Sure.” He droned. Jason finally pushed away from the door and stepped aside. Holding his hand out, presenting her exit. “When you pass out in a few miles, I’ll be right behind you to gather your unconscious body.”

YN shoved past him, as soon as it was available. It didn’t matter in the moment that she certainly didn’t own the shirt or the purple sweatpants she wore, or that she was only in socks. Or, most importantly, missing her domino mask.

She had to get out of this place. For more than one reason.

“What’re you gonna do with it? Bury me in the backyard?” She shouted back, hobbling as fast as she dared down the hallway.

“Well, actually, there is an unoccupied grave back there.” Jason admitted.

YN rolled her eyes, scoffing quietly. She pressed her hand to the wall, keeping herself upright.

The carpet underfoot was soft, the furniture nearby lavish. Where the hell was she, anyhow?

“It’s so hard to see why you’re still single.” She grumbled.

Jason sighed, watching her struggle passively.

She definitely didn’t look like the same person that attacked him and nearly destroyed him twice. She looked more like an injured animal, trying to hide herself away until she healed.

She looked more like himself.

Jason bit down on his lip. He was gonna regret this.

He moved forward, stepping in front of her again. Blocking the path. She leaned her shoulder against the wall with a grunt. Nearly breathless from her attempt at escape.

“Whoever’s hunting you, whoever you’re worried about, you can’t face them like this. You’re hurt.” He insisted, trying to keep his face neutral.

“And you just want to keep me here where you know where I am.” She clarified, putting a hand on his chest. His muscles were soft— a healthy layer of fat over the strength lurking beneath his skin. He took care of himself; A strange realization to come to, but a realization nonethelesss. “No thank you. I’ll be in my lair, plotting my evil domination.”

She pushed him away, continuing along the hallway with her hand pressed to the wall.

He pursed his lips at her stubbornness.

“God, you’re such an asshole.” He declared, turning to watch her fumble down the stairs.

She only shook her head; Jason was sure she was grumbling under her breath at him.

Dick emerged from the living room, upon hearing commotion from upstairs. Standing at the end of them, he watched as the mysterious girl came down, her face screwed up in anger.

“You’re awake.” He smiled in greeting. YN blew right past him, forcing herself out of the door as soon as she opened it. He turned back to see Jason halfway down the stairs. “What did you do?”

Jason snatched the mask from his face, giving Dick a glance that read ‘are you kidding?’ Shoving his mask into his pocket, he stared at the retreating figure down the driveway.

“Trust me on this one,” Jason grumbled, his hands came in front of him, rubbing his fingers over the mostly healed but still raw skin on his wrists. “She’s psychotic.”

Dick glanced down to his movements before glancing back up to the driveway.

She had left in a hurry— no shoes, none of her clothes, only the borrowed ones she wore.

This whole situation was becoming increasingly more confusing.

“Where’s she going?” He questioned.

It seemed strange that Jason was unaware of this girl’s possession of his pager. Even more suspicious that this random girl, somehow connected to Jason, ended up with two gunshot wounds in an alleyway.

“She left.”

“Did she tell you who shot her?”

Jason shook his head, turning on his heel. Dick followed quickly.

“No, but she knows.” Jason threw the door open to the study.

Opening the door behind the desk, he dragged his fingertips along the wall. They caught on an uneven section and he pushed inward. A set of spiral stairs led down, into the dark.

“Who was she?” Dick asked.

Jason groaned at the constant barrage of questions his brother lobbed at him.

He supposed this was his punishment for keeping them all out of the loop, but this was his problem to solve and he didn’t need the help of his older brother.

Lights flickered on as Jason stepped on the first flight . Dick went to follow, but Jason placed a firm hand on his chest and shoved backwards.

Dick’s mouth fell open with incredulous offense.

“I’m about to find out.”

[wonysugar]

would you guys kill me if i said i probably wasn’t gonna post the chapters today teehee~~

[amorettopedri]

Pedri not only has two hands but also a mouth, so the problem is more than solved 🤭😗😏

yeah pedri has two hol** (GUNSHOT WHO SAID THAT 😟)

[exobrasiloficial]

If exo planet 6 is real im going live on ig and shaving my hol- [GUNSHOTS]

[sebsxphia]

Happy (early) Birthday Lovely. i hope you have a great day and are feeling good. Take some time for yourself and have a good time for us. Rhett, Bob, Bradley and the rest of the gang would want you have the time of your life and would make it extra special

Happy Birthday!!!!🎉🎂🥳🎉

AAAAH MY LOVE!!! thank you so much for your birthday wishes, i appreciate them sm!!!! 🥹🎉🎁🎈🎂💖

i’ve got a lot of lovely things planned tomorrow, but also some things that mean i can just sit and take time for myself, like getting my nails done!! i will absolutely be having a good time (and a drink) for you all tomorrow ofc!! <33

sobbing thinking about rhett, bob, bradley and the rest of my dilfs and milfs wanting that for me too and making it extra special 🥹🥹 <33

i also have three hol- GUNSHOT

[the-fiction-witch]

‘Big Daddies’ Daughter P5

media The Queens Gambit

Character Benny Watts

Couple Benny X Reader

Concept Mob Family wedding 

I sat at the table still locked up honestly mostly in shock from everything that had happened. I was so afraid of how long I had been here and if I had missed the wedding, she'd be so heartbroken even if I did get out of there alive her father would likely be furious and never want me anywhere near his daughter again. They had fed me little but at least I was alive.

Often times the head of this… rival business would come and question me even if I told him a thousand times I had nothing to do with the family business. I didn't know anything but he didn't believe me. He told me I was family so I had to know the business, I simply told him over and over again that I had nothing to do with the business and y/n didn’t either, I knew even less than she did and she likely didn’t know much. He wanted the names of the family members and their jobs within the business luckily my terrible memory for the names is actually great at this moment… I gave him some names but they may not have been real. 

After a while, he came back with his men, 

"Get him square. The weddings in an hour" he said as his men began to let me out even if they kept my hands locked behind me 

"I- I didn't miss it"

"No, big daddy has refused our messages I think the best way to attend to business is to… drop into such an important event that we know he wouldn't miss for the world" he laughed "his little darling's wedding. Shove him in the van" 

I had no sense of direction as I was merely thrown in the back of the horrid van with these men surrounding me "you realise you are walking willing into a y/l/n family wedding"

"So?' one shrugged 

"Everyone in that wedding party will be armed"

"Why would anyone be armed at a wedding?"

"A wedding without a gunshot is bad luck in their family," I told them "last wedding I went to with her four people got shot"

"Well we're bringing our own firepower" he laughed “get to it or we’ll be late” 

We stopped not long after and they kept me tight in their grip as they dragged me out of the van and into the back of the venue guns in hand we headed through the kitchens them threatening anyone in the way heading through the corridors, he put a gun to my head “Which way to the alter Mr groom?”

“Outside. In the garden” 

“Perfect let's go see your soon to be father in law” he smirked as we headed out seeing that everything was set up, everyone sat waiting for the wedding to start “Good Afternoon Everyone! It appears my messages went unheaded so… I had to take some more drastic measures” 

“Dimitri! What on earth is the meaning of this!” her father came out from the seats 

“You ignored me! I demanded a meeting!”

“You are in no position to demand anything of this family”

“We need to iron out our turf. Our deals and agreements. You are my competitor after all”

“Dimitri. You abandoned this family. You started up on your own, you wanted nothing to do with us you have no right to demand anything much less on a day like this” he explained “how dare you to attempt to hold my soon to be son in law hostage”

“I wouldn’t have to if you just agreed-”

“No! You left this family in ruin. As far as I am concerned you never have and never will be a part of this family and I do not want to see you” he says 

“You will hold the meeting with me, or I will shoot him, there’s nothing you can do to stop me!”

“How dare you make a scene out of your sister's wedding 

“Sister!” I gasped in shock “Y/n’s your sister”

“Of course. I left the family years ago when that bastard wouldn’t let me do what I wanted,” he explained 

“And he abandoned our family! He is not my son! After he betrayed us!” her father yelled 

“You wanted me to be some cog in the family business!”

“Like everyone else in the family!”

“You will make a deal with me. Or I will shoot everyone here”

“Will you?”

“I’m not afraid of you”

“I’m not who you should be worried about,” he says indicating to behind us he turned around still holding me when he clearly panicked as at the end of the aisle stood y/n. Her hair was perfectly curled make-up as pristine as ever, in a beautiful white dress I was so happy to see her and she looked so beautiful but… I know that look. That's the look, of someone gonna die. 

“DEMITRI!” She screamed at the top of her lungs 

“Hi darling” I waved

“You. Dare. kidnap my boyfriend! Who the god damn hell do you think you are!” she screamed 

“Hello my little sister” he smiled

“How dare you. Try to ruin MY WEDDING!” she yelled pulling back the skirt of her dress revealing her heels and stockings and in her garter belt at the top of her stockings was a gun that she pulled out and pointed at him making him move his own from me to her 

“You brought a gun! To our wedding!” I yelled 

“I came prepared!” she yelled “You let my benny go. Or I will decorate my wedding dress with your blood!” 

“You won’t ever do that,” he says 

“You’ve missed alot of my life Demitri. You don’t know what I’d do.” she says “let him go and get out of my wedding or else”

“Go on. I dare you, little sister” 

Immediately I heard a gunshot and he began to bleed from the shoulder 

“You… you shot me.” He says “You little bitch” he yelled letting me go to fire at her only managing to fire once before her brothers tackled him to the ground 

“Are you okay?” she asks helping me up and out the handcuffs

“Yeah. I think so”

“I was so worried about you. Knowone knew what happened to you. Until they send the ransom note though, But your here now” she smiled giving me a tight hug “Ohh. goodness.” she says noticing my hand “daddy has that he’s been keeping it on ice we’ll get you fixed up later” 

“Are you okay!” I asked very worried given she got shot at “did he hit you?”

“Yes but I’m fine” she smiled picking the bullet out of the many layers of her dress and I gave her a look “bulletproof wedding dress. You think I’m an idiot? Firearms and weddings are hand in hand in this family” 

“I’m just happy to see you” I smiled giving her a kiss 

“No, please. I’m your son. No matter what i did I’m still your son”

“You have never been a part of this family demitri” her father told him “Take him out, princess” he demand 

She nodded and clocked her gun stranding before him letting him beg

“No no no please! Y/n I’m so sorry please- I” he began 

“Knowone ruins my wedding” she told him before she shot him though the skull “right. Shall we have a five minuet break and get on to the ceremony” 

“Perfect princess. Five minuets someone clean this up” her father explained heading off to help her brothers 

“Sorry benny”

“Its fine. I have to get use to this sort of stuff. I love you so much”

“I love you too. Come on lets get you sorted” 

[milkteamuses]

the emperor (🥁) and the hermit for hol horse, hanged man for totty :?

HOL HORSE

04.  the emperor  :  how much respect does your muse have for authority ? why is this ? (EVERYONE LAUGH)

hol horse is more prone to follow the orders of others than to do things himself. Since he prefers to work with other people, he has major respect towards the partners he works with .. most of the time, as long as he can see that they're competent, or have a stand ability that is.

on the other hand .. if he's taking orders from someone who's paying for his services, it really depends on two major factors, how much they're paying him, and if they don't go against his personal moral code. If neither of these are met, then they're going to meet the tip of The Emperor, as long as they're weaker than Hol Horse is, at least.

09.  the hermit  :  how introspective is your muse ? how often do they self - reflect ?

Prior to the events he experienced under the leadership of DIO, Hol Horse was a very act and then think type of person. He didn't think of the consequences of his actions, but would bare the punishment each time, with partial understanding to how he got to that point.

After receiving the multiple self inflicted gunshot wounds to his head and body, he's matured his thinking and does take the time to actually plan things, however this could just be conditioning caused by the psychological trauma the event gave him. He feels the need to plan things step by step, and becomes nervous at the idea of uncertainty.

TODOMATSU

12.  the hanged man  :  how open is your muse to new opportunities ? do they constantly look for them or do they simply take whatever comes their way ?

Unlike his five other brothers, Todomatsu goes out of his way to experience new social opportunities and situations with other people. While there are some things he personally chooses not to do (ex. get a higher education) Totty enjoys experiencing new things and moving up the social ladder.

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THE ART STYLE IS SO GOOD FR- it was done by my friend @/okthatsgreat!! (She takes commissions if you're ever interested, or if you don't have the money I could commission her for you since I definitely do :O)

Also yeah my fangans always go wild lmaoo 😭 I definitely made an extra effort to make Carmela and Rina's deaths not feel particularly drawn out or anything (Rina died from poisoning and Carmela was executed via a single gunshot, but both deaths were quick and comparatively humane for a killing game, both dying quickly- Carmela literally instantly- and neither dying in an excessive amount of pain or anything, and being treated humanely in general with Amaya's handling of Rina's body and the care the others showed for Carmela before her execution despite what she was technically responsible for because she was young and afraid, so it sets the tone to the audience but isn't excessive) but like. wow I really did just kill two child characters right off the bat-

Bro, even if I had the money to rn, I wouldn't have the confidence to commission anyone cuz I'm sure you know what I'd be askin' for-

YEAH FR, I was like "hol' up am I readin' that right-"