The year is 12,867. The year is 12,867 and the Empires have been destroyed. The year is 12,867 and the wreckage is unthinkable. The year is 12,867 and Joel seems to be the only one who hasn't fled elsewhere. The year is 12,867 and Joel's got no idea what the hell he's doing. The year is 12,867, he's got no idea where his wife is, and he thinks he might have a broken leg. The year is 12,867... help? - Joel finds his wife, Lizzie, near a shipwreck. She, however, appears to have lost all recollection of herself. She goes by the name Gemma, and says she is on a quest to find the artifact that makes her remember her old self. Will it all work out, or will Lizzie be lost forever? - a/n: this went from a gift to a passion project. if you are reading, know the care I put into this. to @Pearlescentmoon12335, for a secret santa. and to @Rainyjoi2009, for shouting at me to update. I sincerely hope everyone enjoys.

An exploration of disability, and the bonds forged through understanding and compassion. Empires SMP fanfiction, set in season 1 Credit for the cover photo goes to @Pearlescentmoon12335, the photographer

In the sprawling supercontinent of Permea, twelve empires thrive, unaware of the danger lurking in the ground beneath their feet. As tensions rise, hostilities rearing their heads, the emperors being to search for answers. Friend, foe, lover, family. All of these relations must be tested, now more than ever. In the event of a catastrophe, will their alliances hold? Will they discover the traitors among them? Or will these kingdoms, their homes, be swallowed by the waters of anarchy before they can blink? ---- (I do not own any of the empires, emperors, or other ESMP related things. I have mostly rewritten the storyline, and included several of my own characters.)

A world teetering on the brink of war. 12 rulers, all powerful in their own empires, but at the mercy of monsters they unwittingly made. For how can you defend against something that used to be a part of you? ~~~ Tensions between the empires are getting worse. Borders are closing and empires are mistrustful of their neighbors. To everyone, it seems as if the fragile peace won't hold for much longer. But when a dark threat appears, hunting down the emperors and causing mayhem as it pleases, everything must be put aside to protect the people, for the good of all empires. Will they be able to unite and save the continent from what they created? Or is the world doomed to fall in fire and darkness? credits for the cover go to @pearlescentmoon12335 Enjoy the story ^^

The group of 13 lonely adventurers had set out on a journey to create a truly magnificent land, one of empires and prosperity. The gods enjoyed this idea, or at least, we thought they did. Jealousy soon consumed Exor, and that jealousy spread to the empires, leading to the downfall of short lived Werrenville.

WARNING: this book includes blood, manipulation, cursing, and mature topics (not smut please don't think that). Feel free to click off if any of these make you uncomfortable. ~•~ Something about it was so mysterious about this cave, and I wanted to know more. I entered the cave and saw a red crystal sealed in ice. "Woah." I whispered. The crystal glowed and the ice shattered. I jumped back and fell to the ground, watching as the ice broke completely. My eyes widened and I looked at my hands. "Did I do that?" I asked, but before I could answer, I heard a guard shout for backup as they had heard the ice shattering. I quickly jumped up and stashed the crystal in my pocket before leaving. I crept to the cave the following day, putting the crystal back into the remains of the ice pillar. As I walked away, the crystal fell, causing it to break into a million pieces. I jumped at the sudden noise and stumbled backwards, my eyes widening as a black smog formed around the crystal. "No, no, no, no! Frick." I desperately tried to grab the remains of the crystal, causing one to cut my hand. "Ow! Shit." I whispered, looking at my bleeding hand. "Tch, tch, tch, poor child." A demonic voice said. I looked up and saw that the black smog had two red eyes and a wide, sick smile that was dripping with venom. "I- who are you?" I asked, backing up. "The one who can help you out of here." It said, stretching out a hand. I looked it up and down and before I could answer, its hand plunged into my heart, causing me to scream out in pain. (Cover art by me) This work belongs to me, @Seth189. I reserve the rights to this work and please do not repost it. It takes me a long time to come up with this stuff and it would be better to write your own work!!

An Empires SMP fanfiction We all know of the twelve individuals who sought to rule their own lands and the demon who sought to destroy it all. But one tale speaks of a princess born from the unknown, raised in the deserts of Pixandria, schooled in the world of magic, and chosen by the beast who will play a bigger hand after its death. Note: I do not own the name Empiria, that credit goes to @Rainyjoi2009.

!!Recognized on Scott's subathon February 2025!! ~~•~~ You know those cliche scenarios that people just dream of? Like you get on the bus and your future partner just sits down right next to you and that's how you meet. I am one of those dreamers. Grian always did call me a helpless romantic. But I have never experienced romance. I'm what I like to call invisible. Invisible is both a word and a feeling. A feeling of loneliness, of darkness, of having the world go around you without you mattering. People don't normally notice or pay any attention to me. So it's time I take things into my own hands. So now when I see something I want, I'm gonna try and go after it. Even with romance. ~ (Cover art is not mine) This work belongs to me, @Seth189. I reserve the rights to this work and please do not repost it. It takes me a long time to come up with this stuff and it would be better to write your own work!! If you see this story on AO3 don't worry that's me posting it there :)

You should know how this goes by now

(THIS STORY IS UNDER REWRITE) When an odd blue axolotl hybrid appears in Mayor Lizzie's city and claims to be ancient royalty, it's a random event. When an injured man collapses outside Scott's door and says he's an elf king and a champion of a god, it's a coincidence. When a blood splattered man walks up to Sausage and asks him for directions to an empire long gone, it's a confused refugee. But when they all look identical, and it all happens at the same time? This is no coincidence, no freak accident. Something is going on. What do you do when trying to kill a demon throws you a thousand years into the future, maybe with or maybe without said demon?