#king sausage

[empiresdaily]

Pspsps Arena Duo pspsps

day 2: this should have been for yesterday lol

[image description: a digital drawing of pearl and sausage from empires season one. pearl is a small woman with long blond hair and bangs. she has golden duck wings and a long green gown. she's standing with her back to the viewer looking over her shoulder. behind her, sausage crouches. he's a large man with short black hair and beard and bright blue eyes. he's wearing a lowcut red shirt, black pants and boots and a tattered fur coat. end id]

#art 👍👍 #empires s1 #empires smp #mythicalsausage #pearlescentmoon #king sausage #queen pearl

[orr3lios]

Um have some art. Candy apples color palette.

#mythicalsausage #mythical sausage fanart #king sausage #empires fanart #empires s1 #empires sausage #i dont know how to tag properly

[thecoddaughter]

THE ROSEBLINGS ORIGINS FIC IS DONE AND PUBLISHED MY DARLINGS!!!!!

#esmp fwhip #esmp gem #count fwhip #wizard gem #esmp s1 #empires smp #empires s1 #empires season one #empires shubble #empires sausage #roseblings #wither rose alliance #king sausage #crystal cliff #the grimlands #mythland #empires fic

[redstonedust]

i feel like rendog is fated to be a corrupt king in every universe but sometimes he detours from fate and is a hippie bisexual instead.

#this is about him apparently being intended to voice sausages evil king . wait i have an old theory post i need to reblog now.

[kingwilliamv]

CHARLES III: THE CORONATION YEAR

King Charles and The Prince of Wales joking around during the coronation rehearsals. (1/2)

#sausage fingers 😭 #that 2nd gif has meme potential 👀 #prince william #prince of wales #king charles iii #british royal family #royalty #royals #coronation 2023 #my gif

[fruityenderman]

What if season 1 had a princess tea party?

Here's the first 5 party-goers + a party crasher

[Part 2 will be here later]

[ID: 6 traditional drawings of empires smp season 1 characters in dresses.

The first is of joel, wearing a mesa patterned skirt and a flowery moss cape.

The second is shrub, wearing a short, leafy patterned skirt, as well as brown shorts and a red cape with mushrooms growing on it.

The third is fwhip, wearing a vampire cape, a flowy red shirt, black and red corset, and a long black skirt with slits on the sides.

The fourth is Sausage, wearing a white unbuttoned shirt, teal and gold corset, and a red and gold skirt.

The fifth is gem, wearing a large purple cloak, and a multi layered skirt with purple and green layers.

The sixth is xornoth, wearing a red-to-purple gradient dress, with a slit down one side of the skirt.

End ID.]

#empires smp #esmp s1 #smallishbeans #shubble #fwhip #mythicalsausage #geminitay #xornoth #king joel of mezalea #shrub berry #count fwhip #sausage of mythland #wizard gem #fawn.art #gonna start using tags to differentiate the diffrent seasons characters #also can i say . i think i already peaked in this project w joel . how do i top that #<- dont misinterpret that last bit LMAO /lh

[incorrect-esmp-quotes]

Pixlriffs: Let us get this straight. Your father was a king?

Katherine: And you never told us?

Sausage: Look, I'm still the same guy.

Oli: But with power!

#incorrect empires smp quotes #incorrect empires quotes #incorrect empires smp #incorrect empires #incorrect quotes #empires smp #empires smp season 2 #empires season 2 #empires s2 #pixlriffs #katherine elizabeth gaming #katherine elizabeth #mythical sausage #orionsound #source: the lion king

[fogwitchoftheevermore]

(context for watcher/listener!sausage can be found in the “videos” tag on my blog if you want it, but this ficlet can be read without said context)

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“Y’know, of all the Hermits I was expecting to be pulling me into a dark corner tonight, I did not expect you to be first, Grian! I love the initiative!”

“I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear that,” Grian says in a voice near a hiss. He’s got Sausage by the wrist, leading him into a small area of the upper floor of the tavern in Sanctaury that does look like it was built for the exact purpose Sausage is implying. Grian decides to ignore that as well.

“What are you doing here?” Grian’s straight to the point. He always has to be, with these Things, if he doesn’t want to get trapped in a loop of slant rhyming pleasantries.

“What do you mean?” Sausage asks, shaking his wrist out of Grian’s tight grip and leaning comfortably against the wall. “This is where I live. It’s my home. If anything, I should be asking you mysterious strangers what you’re doing here, but I’m sure you’ve heard that question enough for one day.”

“You know exactly what I mean.” Grian crosses his arms and tries his best not to look petulant, but he sure feels like it. “I thought They’d given up on trying to snatch me back, so why would They send you of all people? What’s your game?”

Sausage laughs, honest to god laughs, like he can’t believe Grian’s even asking him such a question. Grian thinks it’s a reasonable question, in this scenario, but what he thinks and what’s reasonable rarely seems to matter with these things.

“They didn’t send me,” Sausage looks him up and down in that way that makes Grian have to physically stop himself from curling inwards. This is why he never talks to Them. “Nobody sends me anywhere, they don’t tell me what to do and I like it that way! I just do my own thing. Isn’t that what you’re doing?”

“No you’re not! You’re not- you can’t be! That’s not how this works!” Grian begins to notice that he’s no longer whisper-shouting and starting to just-normal-shout and takes a deep breath, trying not to draw the attention of his friends enjoying themselves on the floor below. And, realistically, in the other dark corners Sausage seems to have built into this place.

“That’s exactly how this works. You didn’t think you were the only person who’d left, did you?”

Grian opens his mouth, closes it, and thinks. In hindsight… yeah, he had kind of assumed he’d been the only person who’d left. Not for lack of trying, probably- but They’d tried for so long to get him back, kept him closely surveilled even when They’d accepted he was gone- surely some people had caved to that pressure eventually. When there was no sign They’d ever let up, ever let you go… he could understand eventually letting it overtake you.

“Did- did you leave, too?” Grian doesn’t remember the last time he saw Sausage’s face. He didn’t know him back then, of course. He probably would’ve connected the man with the person Pearl so often spoke about sooner. But he knows it’s been a long time, maybe even longer than the last time Grian had gone There. He doesn’t think Sausage had been There, that day. This might explain why.

“Eh, not quite?”

“What-“ Grian flails, both mentally and with his arms a bit. “What do you mean not quite?”

“Exactly what I said! I was never- it’s complicated, y’know?”

“Explain. Now.”

“Well, uh,” Sausage seems to flounder for the first time since this conversation started, which Grian is choosing to take as a victory. “Look, I wasn’t- they didn’t pick me. For this, or for anything, ever. Sometimes things just happen and you get yourself into a place you shouldn’t have and then… they can’t get rid of me, I can’t get rid of them, it is what it is.”

Grian stares at him for a long moment. Really stares at him, in the same way Sausage had looked him over earlier, in the same way that makes you feel like you’re under a microscope. Judging by the sudden nerves in his eyes, Grian can assume he feels it too. Grian remembers his face. That had been the first thing he’d noticed, when the Hermits had arrived. It had been a long time since they’d seen each other, but Grian knew his face. And now that Grian was studying him, really trying to remember… he’s not sure he quite likes what memories he’s dredging up.

“What are you?”

“Grian!” Sausage’s voice drips with mock offense as he puts his hand up to partially cover his mouth. “We only just met, do you think that’s polite?”

“Answer the question,” Grian sighs. How Pearl deals with this man on the regular, he doesn’t know.

“Well, if you insist.” Sausage sighs, somehow even more exaggerated than his previous movements. “It’s just… if you’ll believe it, it’s somehow even harder to answer the first question.”

“It shouldn’t be,” Grian says. “They’re two very different People, you know.”

“But they’re the same species, when it all comes down to it. Like, you might be very different than a chicken, but you’re both birds in the long run.”

Grian pauses, fanning his wings out a bit behind him as he considers. “I don’t think that metaphor’s quite landing the way you want it to.”

“No, me neither. Anyways, let me continue.

When they don’t pick you, things go a little differently! You don’t get sorted onto one side or the other since, well, you’re not really supposed to be there? So I’m… whatever I want to be, really. I think I’m feeling like more of a Listener, today, but we’ll see how the mood shifts.”

Grian flinches at the Name, on instinct. He doesn’t know how to feel about that, so he files it away to be dealt with at a later date. As for the rest of what Sausage said-

“What?”

“You heard me.” Sausage shrugs. He’s so nonchalant, Grian thinks he might strangle him, if not for the worry that that’s exactly what he wants out of this, somehow.

“Did I? Did I hear you?” Grian wants to pace, but that requires leaving the security of the corner, so he forces his feet to root themselves to the floor. “I thought- I thought you had to- if you wanted to change sides, I thought you had to-“

Grian closes one eye and takes his thumb to it, twisting the finger into his eyelid. The gesture seems to get the point across.

“Well, that’s the funny thing about this, actually.” From the way he’s been talking, Grian assumed Sausage thought this whole thing was funny. He restrains himself from saying that out loud if only so Sausage will finish his explanation.

Sausage reaches up to his left eye, pulls his eye lid back a bit, and unceremoniously pops out his prosthetic eye.

“All these processes and rituals actually have a lot of loopholes.”

Grian doesn’t know what face he’s making, but it’s enough to make Sausage giggle while he pops the eye back in. Because of course he does. Because this how his day is going, apparently. Walk through a weird portal in his basement and wake up in a world filled with his friends who don’t recognize him and also a guy he only ever saw There, who he was never supposed to see again. Sure. Of course he’s laughing about it. Grian thinks if he was a slightly different person, he’d be laughing too. It is, undeniably, absurd.

“Well, I think we’re done here then!” Grian would probably object if he weren’t so shocked about the loopholes. As it is, he just stands there a bit stupidly.

Sausage turns away to return to the party before turn around again for just a moment, reaching over, and ruffling Grian’s hair. That shocks him enough to shake him out of his stupor and swat Sausage’s hand away, though not before his hair is suitably messed up.

“What was that for?!”

Sausage smiles as he reaches up to rough up his own hair as well. “I assumed you didn’t want your friends asking questions about why you were dragging me into a dark corner, you know?” Sausage even goes far enough to pull his shirt a bit out of where it’s tucked into his pants, because of course he does. Grian tries not to cringe, but Sausage is right about this one thing. It is the easiest way to dodge any questions about where he’d gone off to- at the expense of the many knowing looks and teasing remarks he’ll be getting from the other Hermits instead.

“Have a good night, Grian!” Sausage calls over his shoulder as he turns to leave for real this time. “And remember, drinks are on me for all you guests tonight! You look like you need it.”

#empires smp #hermitcraft #grian #mythicalsausage #hermitfic #empiresfic #long post #my writing #….do i need to tag shipping on this #they’re not actually DOING anything. and i would say i’m not really going much further than sausage usually does #but like. idk man. if i wake up in the morning and decide i need to tag shipping i will #anyways. fics for an audience of like two people total #but that’s ok cause i like this SO MUCH #the first few sentences have been rotting in my tumblr drafts for like at least two months #and i finally kicked myself into gear to just finish it #and i had fun! i liked the way i used capitalization here to really wedge the difference between how these two think of the watchers #(and listeners) #grian doesn’t necessarily respect them but he does still see them as Other. and he’s maybe a little afraid #so all the important stuff gets capitalized #sausage doesn’t. he doesn’t respect them and he doesn’t fear them and they’re just a weird bureaucracy to him #so no capitalization! #also ten seconds after posting this i got a post on my dash #of sausage posting a screenshot of e’s tumblr post about him checking tumblr in their twitter replies #terrifying. hey king if you see this keep the bit up. i think it’s funny

[funkily]

always thinking about how s2 sausage was literally just his own Guy for like 30 years . like he went through his own struggles and Life Shit before he remembered his past lives . it doesnt matter whether or not hes reincarnated from sausages "pure good" soul , he still had nearly everything about him overwritten by some guy from thousands of years ago

#its just really important to me how s2 sausages actual life experiences - not pertaining to s1 or al - drive his character #but due to the things that started happening to him you can only really see it in like . #how much he still cares about hermes and eddie and maria and his mom . his encounter with the evil king . his religion #(although that too has noticeably shifted . albeit for understandable reasons) #babbleeng #empires smp #mythicalsausage

[empiresdaily]

bratwusrt

day 5: the lyrics are from foreign object by the mountain goats. also i drew this on a plane.

#art 👍👍 #empires s1 #empires smp #mythicalsausage #king sausage

[moonshynecybin]

ferris buller day off au for the academy boys? pecco COULD stare at that seurat and have a crisis

ferris bueller's day off is to me about throuples and i dont personally think the academy boys could carry that kind of swag.... i will say you are correct and woke about pecco. he could and does do this

#vale could do im abe foreman the sausage king of chicago though. like that level of charmed impish charisma is his everyday life #but sadly none of the potential throuples compel me.... #callie speaks #motogp #asks

[thecoddaughter]

Collection of non-spoiler sneak peeks from my roseblings fic ❤️

#roseblings #count fwhip #wizard gem #fwhip #geminitay #empires #empires smp #empires s1 #the Grimlands #the crystal cliffs #king sausage #mythicalsausage #Mythland #empires fanfic

[crowskulls-art-and-fandoms]

✨Happy Pride from the Shooting Star💫🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️

It's 2am

Some drag king Gordon to kick off gay month. 🤌🤌🤌🤌✨💕

#crows art #human au #crows trains #gordon #gordon the express engine #gordon the express engineer #galloping sausage #shooting star #drag king #drag king gordon #❤️

[convexicalcrow]

Ever since he'd been exhumed, Ren had felt odd. Like, the world was slightly out of place. Or perhaps he was. Maybe he'd come back wrong. That was possible, right? To be ressurrected accidentally and suddenly your soul didn't come back right and you've been possessed by some demon?

Yeah, maybe he'll stick to his lonely island for the time being. He didn't want to be too far from his grave, weird as that sounded. He felt oddly possessive about it, like he was still linked to it. Linked to his grave, and to Pix, the gravedigger who'd woken him up.

Maybe it did make sense for a dead king to wake up in a grave where the old kings were buried. Something in him had felt ...

When he thought about it, he'd felt weird ever since Demise. That's when he first felt properly dead. Had that feeling ever actually gone away though? He wasn't sure it had. He'd died, technically, at the end of season seven, and he'd died properly at the end of season eight. At least, he could never figure out if he hadn't died, which was more the point. His body still sometimes ached in strange ways, remembering how his body had been damaged and fixed. He could still smell his ashen skin, and the added roughness it now had.

Is this how Cleo felt? No, it didn't feel like that. It was, well. It was that, but it was something else too. Twice he'd been crowned king, and twice he'd been vanquished, killed in the heat of battle. That... yeah, that was the thought eating at his brain as he sat on his dock, fishing, feeling like he was a hermit, but also, not a hermit.

He wandered between the crypt where he'd woken, and Sanctuary. Sausage had been quite excited? anxious? that he'd woken up there in that tomb, and that he'd seen the mural of Santa Perla. Indeed, Sausage had dragged him back there later to tell him all about Santa Perla.

And somewhere, in the back of his mind, the stories Sausage was telling him about his homeland, and why he'd run away, seemed to jag at him. Indeed, something about the way Sausage looked at him seemed odd too. Like they'd known each other before. But that was ridiculous, right? This was the first time they'd met. How could they have played together before?

This thought nagged at him as he listened to Eddie and Maria talking about the old country over a pint in the tavern. Maria said he had the old king's eyes, and something in Ren's heart felt that somehow.

He dreamed later that night, after too many beers, about murderous kings, and perhaps they were all him, all manifestations, roles, reincarnations, of Ren. All leading to insanity, murder, and destruction, before he was defeated. It had happened before. Why wouldn't it keep happening?

The Red King was growling hungrily in his ear when he eventually woke, having been carried into one of the beds upstairs in the tavern. He hated how that red life curse strangled his heart and made him want to murder the next person he found. It brought out the worst of his canine instincts.

He curled up under the blankets, wishing the old king away. His dreams had been too vivid. He'd killed too many people. Magic had been...

Wait. He was never obsessed with magic. No, that was another king, right? But the magic had filled him with power and the more he craved it, the worse he got until he'd destroyed every other magic wielder in the kingdom!

He retreated to his lonely island to nurse his hangover, as the magic-obsessed king filled his mind. He didn't remember being this king at all. He didn't think he ever had been this king. And yet, apparently he had this king's eyes, and he'd felt strange ever since he'd arrived in this land. Perhaps that's what interdimensional travel did. Maybe it saw dead king and attached it to the nearest dead king. Yeah. Maybe that was it.

#hermitcraft #empires smp #fanfic #rendog #mythical sausage #undead ren #too many king rens #pondering sausage thinking ren seemed familiar #and riffing off that while i watch ren stream rn

[rapidreptile]

anyways, the pork sausage hash for today

#it's got pork sausage #king oyster mushrooms #and potatoes #and shallots #fried in butter and olive oil #with rosemary thyme salt msg and garlic :)

[zodiac-senpai]

*Get CE of my main hubby his pretty boy band*

Me: 💕💕💕😍😍😍💕💕💕

#these three could assassinate my-- imma stop #gao changgong #gao-kun #lanling wang #prince of lanling #chinese prince charming #rama #shota king #twunky redhead #jekyll and hyde #british sausage boi #saber #berserker #assassin #fgo #fate grand order #fate series #fate servants #my new fav craft essence #bishonen #pretty boy