#eizabeth elliott

[elifinchsart]

i wanted to do a whole fashion zine of yellowstone magic players but then i got sick. have sketches of pies bevan and and eiz

#blaseball #bevan wise #eizabeth elliott #yellowstone magic #no id

[fiveironfanatic]

August Mina posing with her girlfriends. For you

#August Mina #Jessii Telephone #Eizabeth Elliott #Cinead Sinead #Shrouds O'Harrah #Jessica Telephone #Blaseball

[awhekate]

a park ranger Eizabeth Elliott I drew a while ago!!

#yellowstone magic #blaseball #eizabeth elliott

[wooshofficial]

Not explicitly like, romantic but the Magic coven of Chorby Short, Tiana Wheeler, and Eizabeth Elliott is literally so so good. Like any way you read it it’s so interesting esp with the redactions and Eizabeth being the only one of this really foundational Yellowstone group to stay on the team

Doesn’t have to be romantic! Friendships are appreciated :)

What if we were all friends who lived in the woods and then two of us got lost and one of us went looking only for one to show up in New York and the other in Philly(?) and the third to always be guided back home (but that’s not where the heart is)

This also made me realize that two players from the team that lives in the goddamn woods ended up in very urban teams at the end of the era, or in Chorby’s case, spent a lot of time there because of the unfortunate Cas Commute (that I could write a whole dissertation on). Like wow. Blaseball sim really does have a way of writing tragic poetry huh. And now Chorby is on the Mechs and you go WOW SIM REALLY WRITES POETRY HUH

#woosh answers #topazastral #blaseball #chorby short #eizabeth elliot #tiana wheeler #it’s 3am so this may end up sounding like absolute ass in the morning but hey. my sleep schedule is fucked #and yeah it is really interesting!!!!! like I said sim writes poetry

[waveridden]

The aftermath of nullification. Written for Blasetober, day eleven: Black Hole.

“Curry,” someone says.

Several people have been saying her name, she thinks. It’s hard to say. The world went quiet a while ago, but it’s stumbling back towards her, a clumsy cacophony of sensation returning.

She’s sitting on the pitcher’s mound, looking up. The black hole continues swirling serenely across the sky. She thinks if she looks close enough she can see it inching across what’s left of the sky, widening by the second.

“Cee,” someone says. Curry can’t bring herself to look over, but she’s pretty sure it’s Eiz, plopping down onto the ground next to her. “Hey. Talk to me.”

“Did I do that?” Curry breathes. “It — was that me? Was it me?”

It was a normal game. A normal pitch, but not a very good one. She could tell even as it left her hand that it was a home run waiting to happen. But she hadn’t thought twice about it. Something would be nullified. Maybe something in the Oven. Maybe someone’s jersey. Maybe the Magic could turn this into a win.

But the runs had soared up into the black hole. And then one of the Pies had said “oh,” in a way that she can still hear echoing in her ears, and then they were gone.

“I don’t think so,” Eiz says thoughtfully. “Something was going to give eventually. The black hole isn’t punishing you. If it wasn’t you, it would’ve been someone else.”

“It was me,” Curry points out, although she can see the logic. “So maybe I did this.”

“Maybe the Pies did it to themselves,” Eiz counters. Curry makes a horrified noise in the back of her throat, and Eiz hastily adds, “They didn’t! That’s my point. Things are happening to us. But this isn’t happening because of us.”

Finally she manages to look over. Eiz lifts a hand and squeezes Curry’s knee, and Curry manages a wan smile. “We should probably get out of here, right?”

“Are you ready to get up?” Eiz says seriously. It’s funny how solemn it is, like she would let Curry sit on the ground in a stadium that might collapse at any second.

“I think so,” Curry says. “I mean… we have to. And I want to.”

Eiz gets to her feet and offers a hand. “Then let’s go.”

Curry does not look at the black hole. She does not. Instead, she looks at Eiz’s hand, and her gentle smile, and she does not look at the black hole, and she does not look around the oven. Instead, she takes Eiz’s hand, and the world feels a little more even.

#blaseball #blaseball fic #blasetober #yellowstone magic #curry aliciakeyes #eizabeth elliott #waveridden.fic #thinking about curry pitching the home run that nullified the pies again except this time i'm making it everyone else's problem

[ghostmoor]

i’m still alive over here i’ve just been working diligently on my neoscum zine (which will be ready... soonish... i have been working on it consistently i promise) but in the meantime i got into blaseball and made a side account on twitter and this is what i’m doing with my spare time now

#art #object head #blaseball #loucinde roseheart #eizabeth elliott #lucky

[pregame-magic]

Eizabeth carefully scooped a bit of Nonna’s sauce from her plate of pasta into a petri dish containing her most promising synechococcus sample, gathered from the small memorial park. She folded her arms and leaned back in her chair, watching from the dugout as the rest of the team warmed up on the field before the game. Contaminating a sample wasn’t a great idea, nor was it sanitary, or even particularly scientific. She was sure introducing the sauce wouldn’t produce any meaningful data. But of all her team members Turq had loved Nonna’s sauce the most, so she figured it couldn’t hurt to share.

#blaseball #yellowstone magic #eizabeth elliott

[elifinchsart]

As Above, So Below! Claws Up! We've Got Swole!

A long while back I made around 50 pixels art "blattlers" of various Blaseball characters. These vary in quality as I improved and also might need to be clicked on if you are using desktop to see them with unblurred pixels. Many were commissions or requests but I no longer have the information of who they were for. They were posted to twitter but not to here so I am archiving them here now.

#blaseball #chorby short #eizabeth elliott #sutton dreamy #wyatt quitter #blattlers #id in alt text

[elifinchsart]

Eiz up!

#eizabeth elliott #blaseball #magic brain time