Hello. Will contain: Empires smp s1 and 2. Hermitcraft. Witchcraft smp. Afterlife smp. New life smp. Vampires smp. Bannerfall smp. Cowboys smp. Life series. WILL contain!: Blood, gore, allat stuff. Ships most likely. WON'T contain!: Smut of any kind, I'm not comfortable writing that, it's mature because there will be blood and stuff. Weird ships. Uhh, requests are very much fine. Enjoy, I suppose. More info on the first chapter. (Fanart on the cover is not mine, I can't find the original artist!)

Life as a royal seems so simple. Money, fame, and power are all at your fingertips. It should be easy, and yet... One decision, one choice, one thought, one mistake is all it takes to break the peace. A single wrong move can send it all crashing down. --- An Empires SMP s1 royalty highschool au! (With a bit more hiding behind the surface...) Ships include: Flower Husbands Jizzie Nature Wives Jornoth Shiny Duo + More! -- Crossposted on AO3! Art in cover by kisekii25 on tumblr!!

Thank you guys so much for 50 followers! To celebrate, I'm doing a book of one shots! Please read the first chapter for information. Again, thank you so much for 50 followers!

So I decided to make a Bannerfall story for funsies on ao3 where 4C gets out of Hell and is found by Nominal. Oh btw Nom's a Dragon. And of course we have the mandatory silly cover picture 😌

Cub was told from the very first day: never reveal himself. Hide the wings. Hide the horns. Hide the sharpness of his smile and the power humming just beneath his skin. Be smaller. Be quieter. Be less. So he learned. He learned how to file his horns down until they ached, until the dull nubs left behind could pass for harmless deformities rather than proof of what he truly was. He learned how to grind his teeth flat, ignoring the sting and the copper taste in his mouth, because predators were feared-and fear invited questions. He learned how to fold his wings tight against his back, binding them beneath a lab coat that hung heavy and stiff, its fabric hiding the faint shimmer of vex light that refused to be fully smothered. Most days, the coat was enough. Most days, no one noticed the way he stood too still, or how his eyes caught the light just a little wrong. No one questioned why he flinched at mirrors, or why he never laughed with his mouth open. They saw a scientist. A helper. Someone safe. And that was the point. Because Cub knew-had always known-that the moment the truth was seen, the moment the wings unfurled or the horns grew back sharp and proud, the world would stop calling him Cub and start calling him something else entirely.

Prince Ren never asked for a crown, nor the weight of titles. All he wanted was to play music-gentle, aching melodies strummed on delicate string instruments. He preferred lutes carved from silverwood and dark rose, guitars that hummed like whispers in the wind, and a weathered ocarina shaped like a teardrop, soft blue and always warm in his hands. The music was his comfort, his rebellion, and his quiet prayer. When the castle halls echoed with the fury of yet another war-when his family shouted about borders, bloodlines, and broken alliances-Ren would slip away. He would wander down secret paths only he remembered, through the whispering trees and into the Outcast: a forgotten grove hidden beneath a blanket of old magic and ivy. There, surrounded by peace and silence, he built a sanctuary. His instruments were stored in hollowed trunks, carefully wrapped in velvet and tucked away from the wrath of his father, who believed music was weakness and tried to destroy every string Ren cherished. Beyond the grove, just past the moss-covered stones, was his garden-his true kingdom. It bloomed wildly with flowers the color of fire and dusk: deep reds, scarlets, and wine-dark crimsons. Vines heavy with red fruit twisted through the branches, fragrant and sweet, tangled like forgotten lullabies. The air was thick with the scent of crushed petals and ripe berries, warm earth and song. And in the heart of it all, Ren would sit and play. Unbeknownst to him, the sorrow in his songs, the ache in every note, stirred something old and hidden beneath the soil. His music, filled with longing and beauty, began to call to magic itself-something ancient, something listening, something waiting to be found.

Literally the tittle TRIGGER WARNINGS abuse mental health issues bad copeing skills schools parental issues and others i cant think of but read with caution

Something is wrong. Etho keeps getting kidnapped, Joel is not ok, and Gem keeps waking up surrounded by blood. Huh. Season 10, Boat Boys

I had so many different ideas after every episode of Vampires SMP so I'm dumping them all here :D Enjoy! WARNING: CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR VAMPIRES SMP! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.

{•All Is Well In Empires; Joel and Lizzy are to be married, Xornoth will soon be crowned King but not all is not well as Sausage's hunger for power, to be more powerful in magic than Gem; He finds a way•}