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Here’s some Peacemaker Chronicles lore for you!!!!!!!!!!
Here’s a better look at the book that Krism is always reading! It’s called Vladek which is basically a vampire thriller romance novel... Yes Krism is secretly a little discount twilight fangirl! It’s canon!!!
Like Ghosts in Snow | Chapter One
a/n: here it is!!! i’ve worked on this for a long time, so enjoy!
warnings: cussing, gore
word count: 2.2k
pairing: pirate!darkiplier x assassin!female!reader
summary: Y/N L/N, a saint from one realm fell to the next realm, has become someone who doesn’t care for anyone anymore…except for when she meets the most dangerous pirate crew.
“Hey!” The voice was cut off before they could even utter another word.
The dagger had sliced cleanly into the target’s throat, and his head had slammed against the wall behind him. The silhouette stepped over broken glass and placed her hand on the leather handle of the dagger. She yanked it out of the target’s throat, and the body slid down to the floor. Her (y/e/c) eyes flickered to the target’s face, it was splattered with his own blood. She knelt down and wiped the blood on the dagger onto the target’s clothing. She then stood, and carefully walked to the window she had broken. She slipped out of it, and down to the cobblestone street below. She pulled up her dress near her right thigh, then slid the sharp dagger back into its strapped sheath. The high-heeled boots clicked against the smooth stones as she made her way towards the tavern that she considered home. she smoothed down her dress and the black leather corset that tightly hugged her stomach. she pulled her black hood tightly over her face, to hide from witnesses. she continued down the street, as the tavern appeared in the distance. Her movement became faster, and she entered the forest as she heard a woman’s sharp scream. A smirk appeared on her face, and she then continued towards the abandoned tavern. The windows were boarded up heavily and didn’t give off any sign of life. It was a three-story building and was not completely abandoned.
“Someone please help!” The woman cried as the assassin reached the metal gate of the abandoned tavern. There was a sign above it, saying ‘Love and Lucky’, but the ‘Y’ had broken off long ago. she pushed open the gate with her cold hand and entered the ghostly property. she walked quickly toward the old oak doors and knocked four times.
A small opening in the door swung open, and a pair of blood red eyes look down upon the assassin.
“Who is it?” The dark and fiery voice snarled.
She answered with her name quietly, barely even noticeable, and the opening snapped shut. The door opened inward, and she entered quickly. The door slammed shut behind she, she didn’t even flinch.
“Thanks, Krism.” The assassin uttered quietly, not even glancing at the dark clothed woman. Warm flames flickered light into the large room, this was her home, as well as many others’ home as well. The wood floor beneath she was silent as her boots clicked against it. To the left of she was the main room, where an elevated dining area and bar sat. There was a gowned lady working the bar, and two of the twelve people in the room were chatting and laughing with her. Five of the others were playing poker in the dining area, and a couple were sleeping in the living area on the right side of the room. The room had turned silent when the assassin entered the room, they all knew it was she by the familiar clicking of her heels. The (y/h/c) woman walked straight ahead into a long hallway, and she stopped in front of a door at the end of the hall. Her knuckles rapped on the door twice, and there was a grumble in the room.
“Come in.”
She opened the door, and entered the room. She closed the door behind herself, and she glanced to the man sitting behind a desk. The man was going through papers when he looked up. He smiled.
“Lady Y/N Luck, it’s so good to see you again, my dear.”
She pulled her hood down from her head, and She smirked. her (y/h/c) hair flowed to her shoulders, and it was pulled into a side ponytail, held in place by a ribbon. her white dress had long, white lace sleeves with black lace gloves strapped to her hands. her corset flowed in the back and met the edge of her dress. She wore black stockings with knee-high high-heeled boots. She was short in stature, but the heels made up for it.
She smirked at the brunette man, and his smirk diminished. “Matthew.”
“So?” He asked, getting up from his desk. He wore dress pants, a white dress shirt, one of the sleeves was cut off, and a black vest with a red tie. His cloak covered three-fourths of his body, only showing the exposed arm with a ‘Theory’ emblem, as he liked to call it. It was a circle with a trophy in the middle. “How did it go?”
“You didn’t hear the screaming?” She answered, smirking as pride swelled in her chest. She pulled up her dress to reveal her thigh, where a part of her stocking held a folder and two daggers. She grabbed the folder and let the fabric flow back down. She handed the folder to Matthew, who gladly took it with a flirty look in his eye. her eyes were cold and unknown, She didn’t feel like toying with his heart today. her mischievous smirk dropped, and Matthew sighed as he sat down.
“Witnesses?”
“No.” She answered blankly, and She watched Matthew closely. She was supposed to get a new assignment, but She knew that he was running low on assignments.
Matthew leaned back in his chair, meeting her (y/e/c) eyes with a nervous glare. “I don’t have any more assignments for She; only data retrieval.”
She nodded.
“So, you’re going to have to hunt down a woman named Muliercula of Salem, she has data that both you and I need. But,” He sighed with disappointment. “She is a well-guarded woman, and I’m not saying that you can’t handle it, but it’ll be tough. You’ll have to wait a few months before even tracking her down.”
She let out a calmed breath before nodding, her eyes were emotionless.
“In the meantime,” Matthew continued. “You are free to do whatever you want for a couple of weeks. I’ll send for you when I am ready. You are dismissed, Lady Y/N.”
her eyes flickered to Matthew’s, and both of them knew that she would drop off the face of the Earth until she was called upon. The assassin curtsied to the commander and swiftly left his office in dominant silence. Her heels echoed throughout the hall as She entered the main room once again.
“Ahh, Y/N!” A woman with long, brown and platinum blonde hair walked up to her. Her eyes flickered to the woman’s dark brown eyes with a sense of comfort. It was Zero Doxy, one of her closest yet distant allies.
“Doxy.” She greeted kindly.
“Not as chatty today, it seems!” Ken, a good friend of hers, laughed from the bar. Her (y/e/c) eyes then glanced to his dark cinnamon brown eyes, which bore a happy aura. Her emotions were always shown by her eyes, her closest friends knew that. She never bore any emotion on her face, and they’ve never even seen her smile.
Ken ruffled his own shaggy brown hair, and smiled at her with joy.
“Funny.” She answered in monotone sarcasm.
“Oh, come on, Lady Luck, aren’t you gonna say something more than one word?” Another brunette person rolled their eyes.
“Shut up, Zombie. Don’t tease her!” The bartender, Signe, slapped the arm of the dark brown haired man beside Ken. Zombie rolled his dark emerald green eyes at the chocolate haired Signe and slid his empty glass toward her. Signe rolled her bright blue eyes at him as she wiped a bit of water on her simple black dress. She placed a pitcher in between Ken and Zombie, she was slightly ticked off at Zombie. “She looks tired anyway.” Signe leaned over the empty space at the bar and smiled at her. “I can set you up upstairs, Y/N.”
She shook her head.
Signe gave up instantly, everyone knew not to bother her. She slipped back to the cabinets behind her and took out a small burlap sack. She placed it on the glossy bar. “Before you leave then, here’s some supplies and reloads for you, my dear.” She then returned to chatting with the now four people in the dining area.
The clicking of heels echoed through the room again as she made her way up the three steps and to the bar. She grabbed the small bag and nodded to Signe, who waved.
“See ya, Lady Luck.” Ken smiles at his old friend, she nodded to him as well. Ken then fixed the sleeves on his long, black and gold overcoat, which shadowed his entire outfit. She turned on her heel and walked down the stairs then to the door.
“Oh, Y/N, wait.” Doxy said quietly to her, to which she paused and looked to her dear friend. Doxy held out a small pouch and smiled at Y/N. “Happy early birthday, seeing as you’ll probably be gone when it swings around in a couple of months.”
She looked to Doxy’s dark brown eyes once again, with grateful happiness in her own (y/e/c) eyes. She nodded and waved to her friend. She turned to Krism, a woman cloaked by a heavy black overcoat and cloak. Her clothing wasn’t visible, but her jet black hair reached her unseeable collarbone, and her red eyes gave her a sense of comfort. She opened the door for Y/N, and she quietly exited the stronghold.
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Y/N walked quietly along the shore of the beach, she was thinking alone. The moon above her shone brightly, where she could see miles of the calm beach. The lights of the city of Impii shone dimly, seeing as it was in the middle of the night. her feet were bare, and the sand sifted onto her feet calmly. Her boots were in her hand, as she held the amulet she owned in her hand. The ocean sounded calm, and she felt cold inside once again. The amulet was one of the last light amulets in the world, and she all of them now. Doxy had given she had the amulet that she had found several weeks ago. She sighed, then placed the amber amulet around her neck. her mind was swirling with thoughts of what to do in the next few weeks. It’s not like she had a family; her family was killed years ago. And it wasn’t like she could stay at ‘Love and Lucky’; she would be caught quickly if she stayed in one building more than a week. She did want to stay with Matthew and Krism, her good friends, but it was too much of a risk.
Sand crunched from behind her, and she whipped around, only to be tackled by a man in dark clothing.
“We’ve got her!” The man said in a gruff voice, and she yelped out in pain. The man was heavyset, and he was crushing her. Her arms were pinned to the ground by two other men, she couldn’t reach any of her weapons.
“Get her on the damn ship! Now!” A woman’s voice snapped from a small distance, and the three men yanked her to her feet. The two men held her arms against her back tightly, and the other man led them towards town.
I’m a fucking idiot. Y/N snapped at herself, she knew she should’ve heard them coming. That’s what I get for thinking, fucking shit.
As soon as she pulled herself out of her thoughts, they had dragged her onto a ship and she was ‘led’ below deck to a prisoner holding cell. She rolled her eyes.
The two men harshly pushed her into the cell, and she stumbled, now on her feet. The two guards slam the door shut, smiling.
“We got the Luck Assassin, Keith.” The taller one of the two smiled to the shorter one.
“Good work. You did pat her down, yeah?”
No, he didn’t.
“Yes, I did. She’s clean.”
Stupid choice.
“Alright. I’ll send Oliver to watch over her.” Keith, a small man with spiky, blond hair, disappeared out of the room. The taller man looked to her, as she stared at him, standing defensively. Her eyes stared holes into the taller man, who felt a certain fear clench his body like ropes. The man shivered, and left the room, nearly crashing into another crewmate, a female. She was dressed in a black leather jumpsuit. There was the insignia of the hidden government; Ivy League of Blood. It was a rose in dark red, with gold splotches to act as blood.
The woman stood there in silence, as she sat down on the only seat in the cell. It was a long plank, with a thin blanket on it. She placed her boots down, out of her hands and began to dust off the sand from her feet.
“You’re lucky the others didn’t find you. You would have been dead by now.” The woman spoke in a harsh tone, she didn’t pay any mind to her; she was too busy thinking of an escape route on how to get off the boat, as she dusted every grain of sand from her shins and feet. The woman’s hand slipped to her own weapon belt, and she pulled out a small potion bottle. “But for now, let’s see if the silent assassin will spill her guts.”
It's so good to see them all together ❤️
Seeing Minx and Krism earn the confidence to show their faces and go out to these events makes me so proud, inspiring
Been dabbling with some animation lately! First one is my latest, depicting a doodling @krismpro ! The two next are for my twitch alerts.
Minx and Krism fan art
Please do not repost
First time doodling youtuber fanart...might as well start with my first youtuber and her wife and bab 8D
HEY! Minx and I played a Japanese FMV Styled Horror! You should definitely check it out! (little scared Krinx done by @signerjarts
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7Pz2yMaAjZM
X’s and O’s
Chapter Two
BBS Gang and Death Timer AU
“Move it or lose it!” Moo’s yell scared everyone into action, running out of the building.
I don't trust that guy one bit, he acts oh so wrong. He stares too long and looks like he takes mental notes on everyone. And don’t get me started on his body language, let's just keep it as unnatural. And the way he speaks, he just wants to be liked. He sucks up to everyone, I bet he could manipulate everyone else in this room without trying. I’m just thankful that we left an hour earlier and got everything. But here we are, sitting with the unnatural monster. Evan and this Moo guy talked about workouts, Luke and Marcel joining the conversation after a while. I sat at my own table, cleaning my sniper rifle. I worked my anger out on it so much it shined in the shadows like a frightening knife.
“Wow! I never knew a sniper could ever be that polished!” I mentally took the knife in my pocket and stabbed him in his stupid neck.
“It takes practice and a lot, and I mean a lot of elbow grease,” I managed to say as I continued to clean, I just want him to leave.
“Well, I came over to tell you that after the briefing, shooting practice after. Well I’ll leave you to it,” his voice almost covered all the disappointment, I’m very pleased with it.
I missed the slams of doors and frantic and angry shouts. I even missed Evan and Tyler calling my name. It took Arlan taking away my rifle to snap me out of my little world. I grumbled as he pointed at Moo and everyone around him. When the hell did he get everyone for the meeting? Reluctantly I got up, with an added groan of annoyance, I joined the meeting.
“Now that everyone is here,” he stopped and caught my eye, “So you all know this is a mission briefing. I don’t like interruptions, so I don't recommend trying it. Now onto the mission. The X’s have planned to attack the outer city building, building eight. In that building, every person in this city’s information is in there. They want that to track any person that stands in their way down, none of us are safe. They will also use this information to recruit more X’s into their ranks! We are to defend the building inside and out! And yes you may steal wallets, as long as you stay on our adjective. Questions?”
“Who is in said mission?” a person asked.
“All of yo-” he stopped his eyes widened in horror,” Get with your gang!”
We all noticed our times fell to two hours. Everyone wanted Nanners’ magic here, at this moment. I wanted it too. We were in a bunch, no one said a word as Moo stopped and thought for few seconds. Please use his magic, please!
“Vanoss,” he said, a frown appeared on his face. “you're not going.”
Moo’s timer went up, I looked over at Evan's to see it skyrocketed up. He knows how to do Nanners’ magic too! He then went through everyone else, until he came back to us. There were ten people with Moo, counting Moo it would be eleven.
“Nogla,... your not going,” no one was shocked by this.
“Wildcat,... your not going,” I was surprised at that one, Tyler was one of our best fighters!
“Mini,... your not going,” relief, Mini couldn’t fight to even save his life.
“Lui,” I was wasn’t worried I couldn’t ever fight against an X’s and win, “Your, going,” he even sounded unsure, but everyone gasped.
“Me? I can’t fight!” I pleaded, he smirked.
“But you can snipe,” we both knew what my task was.
He didn't get anyone else from my gang, and Evan was upset that I was going. But we did know after trial and error, we would be leaving in ten or so minutes.
“Lui, be careful, we can’t lose you okay?” Evan said patting my shoulder.
“Don’t worry, I have a lot of anger stored in my body,” I responded as I walked off towards the table I left my sniper at.
I picked her up and ran towards the training room. I looked down the sights and shot bullseye. I continued to run as I reloaded the rifle, I shot again, bullseye. I stopped on the other side of the room and continually shot targets, bullseye after bullseye. People around the shooting range ducked and stayed out of the way. I growled as I took more and more shots. A hand on my shoulder stopped me.
“Buddy, slow down. I know you're not happy with the results, but we will be fine. You’ll be fine, everyone will be fine. And you’ll even be out of the crossfire,” he paused, “You’re a sniper for a reason.”
He left, with no other words, but left something on my shoulder. It was an outfit, probably for the mission. He only talked to me to give me the getup. Thanks, dude, so nice of you to do that for me. I sighed and walked off with rifle and outfit in hand to my room, shared unfortunately with Brian. I set my rifle onto the bed and closed the door. After a few minutes, I had put on the “uniform” and my mask. I slung my rifle over my shoulder and made my way back into the training area. Heads turned to look at me, and many jaws dropped. I shook my head as I walked over to Evan.
“Hey, Vanoss. How bad do I look?” I laughed, expecting and joke answer.
“Lui you look terrifying, l like the way the suit makes your build stand out. And it makes you seem serious and dangerous,” he answered I grunted.
“The thing is. I don’t like the suit!” I growled.
“Well, that suit will protect you from any bullet and was made by a really good friend of mine. So if you don’t like it, I’ll just inform you. You only have two hours and eight minutes left to live, choose wisely,” Moo’s angry growl scared me into place, the way his voice got deep, and the way it felt like every word was stabbing you in the back.
“I’ll wear it, just don’t do that. It's creepy the way you put that,” I muttered, Evan giggled a bit.
“Well that’s the only way I was going to ever get it through your head,” he hissed, all I saw was his sunset tanktop walk off.
Evan shivered, “What did you do to get him mad?”
“Maybe I didn't care to talk to his earlier. Like I pretty much ignored him,” I shrugged.
“Yeah you did do that, you could've at least acted like you respected him,” Evan said, and a shout from Tyler drew him away.
“We’re leaving!” Moo growled as he put a hand on my shoulder.
“Lui, you’ll be at the top of that building! There you will have a great view of the entrance and exits!” Moo yelled over the train passing by.
“Okay! Where are you going to be!” I yelled back.
“A few rooftops away!” he replied as the train continued to move along. And it wasn't much longer until the train fully passed,”Finally!”
The rest of the ride was silent as we made it to our destination. The whole way their people sat as far from me as they could. They were all wearing the same suit, except they had their gang emblem on them, as I had mine. There were at least two leaders and had the mask of every gang member they had on their suit. I thought it was pretty cool. When Moo stopped the van we carefully got out and grabbed out stuff. Moo went his way, I went mine, and soon I found myself on top of the roof. Looking out at the building and everything around it. An hour passed, and nothing except workers made their way in or out. Until I saw X’s light up the alley a building away.
I grabbed my walkie-talkie, “They are coming from the allies. They are going to make a break for it in a second.”
I aimed my rifle and shot, I soon shot again, by this point I have shot and killed eight of them. A lot made it inside, but some stayed outside to fight back. I could see Moo shoot down at them. Every shot he made hit the target through the back of the head, then I noticed the X behind him. I shot, then listened, nothing was behind me. But the X now laid dead behind Moo, and he nodded. His eagle mask looked cold and sharp, as he shot to kill. I paid no attention as I continued to shoot, and soon no X’s were left outside. Watched through the windows and even shot some of the X’s inside. That's when I heard four shots and a clang behind me, I turned around to see Moo fighting fist to fist with an X. I was too stunned to help him, but he had strength on his side so I don't feel that bad. With a swift punch, the X was knocked out.
He took a knee by the X’s head and took off the mask, “Come look at this. What do you see.”
“A man, blind eyes, and it doesn't make sense. They can’t see, so they shouldn't be able to fight like they do!” I shuddered as I stared at the lifeless eyes.
“His eyes have been dead for a long while, and it's because of the mask and the demon they prey too. If you don’t want to be suck under the masks control, don’t dare put it on,” he paused, “Or I’ll have to kill you.”
“Oh, great!” I shivered, as the walkie-talkie came to life.
“Building is clear, all X’s are dead,” the walkie buzzed.
“Good, collect all the masks. Leave none, and make sure you have a good number on how many kills you got!” Moo ordered through the walkie.
“So that means we won?” I asked while thinking over my kills, “And this whole thing also is a kill for sport?”
“No and yes, we need numbers to count the X’s and some would like to see it as a game,” he paused again, and I hated it, “And you’ll get the tallies on your suit.”
“Oh, about the suits. Where is yours?” I asked not caring to watch my harsh tone.
“Yeah, mine is still not done, and you're driving back, I found a nice motorcycle,” he said and jumped off the roof.
I ran to the edge and looked over. He held onto a ledge and climbed his way down. Damn it I wish he would’ve missed the ledge. Wait I need keys, I was about to yell, but I looked next to the ledge. There the keys glittered in the faint sunlight. Now I really have to drive home. And within an hour everyone was in the van with all the masks, after a few bumps and bruises. On the way back, I saw him. And in fact, he was riding a very nice motorcycle. But his mouth was moving and he looked like he was having a conversation. What is he doing! We passed him and soon made it make. I went straight to Arlan and Ohm, they were the medics in our gang. I had a few when someone thought it was fun to push me down the stairs. Evan was not happy with that, and personality paid them a visit. Ohm and Arlan wanted to scream at Moo for letting it happen. That's when we all heard screaming, we all knew the voice. Krism and Minx, and they were yelling at Moo himself.
@miniwrecker
Prologue
Chapter 1
