#rip es... -_-

[es-daily]

day 34

sorry for not uploading alot, im dying. have alnst es as an apology.

[surreal-duck]

es rarepair week day 6 - holiday/shopping

i think about the flambé santa bears a normal amount

[mizukagami-takamagahara]

Annon-Guy: Where did you get those Kokonoe Astral Sprites from?

Think this means other Alternate Costume Sprites for Es and Lambda are around?

Those Astral sprites were ripped straight from the files of BlazBlue Alternative Dark War!

Though we didn't see them all in the game while it was running, nearly all characters in the files had at least one (usually two) additional costumes. They're in various states of completion, though. For instance, Kokonoe also had a costume showing her in a Kaka Clan style jacket, but that outfit doesn't have any battle sprites. If you're interested, you can see all her art here!

As for Es and Lambda, yes! They both have costumes that were implemented and playable in Dark War! Lambda's only costume (finished or otherwise) was her non-combat uniform, as seen in the storymode of the main games. You can see some of her gameplay here!

I don't have any full sprites from her Astral that I can share yet; some characters, like Kokonoe, have full Astral sprites on their character sheets, while others (Es, Lambda, most) are in pieces that need to be edited together.

Here's a few complete sprites I could find on her spritesheet, though!

Es' costume from Lost Memories was implemented into the game, but I've been unable to find any videos of it. Here's one of her sprites, though!

Her outfit from Code Embryo is also in the files, but I don't remember it ever being added to the game. It does have battle sprites, though, so here's the same sprite pose for this costume!

[edsmusicblog]

R.I.P. CATERINA VALENTE 14/1/1931 - 9/9/2024

caterina valente - wenn es nacht wird in paris (dreh dich nicht um nach fremden schatten)

1954

[good-beanswrites]

A second drabble of "Fuuta goes to get a 3am snack and Es is being Weird" LOL. I love @waivyjellyfish 's hcs of inhuman Es, and they would 100% use this to torture Fuuta. Nothing overtly supernatural happens, which just adds to his pain that it's all technically possible, but still creeping him the fuck out 😂

Fuuta blinked the grogginess from his eyes, the fridge light nearly blinding him. He shifted around some leftovers, picking out something that looked appetizing. He peered over his shoulder. It was the dead of night, and he’d hate to wake any of the others. Unfortunately, he had no such luxury himself. His grumbling stomach didn’t care about his need for rest. 

He placed a bite of cold food in his mouth. 

He closed the fridge door, revealing Es standing behind it. 

His coughing masked the sound of horror that would have come out otherwise. He’d leapt backwards about five feet, narrowly avoiding throwing the food directly at the warden’s darkened figure.

“You didn’t choose my cooking?” was all Es said in response to the mortifying reaction.

“The fuck are you doing!? I didn’t even hear you come in…” 

One would think that those clicking heels and collar of jangling keys would make Es into a walking noisemaker, but they were surprisingly silent everywhere they went. The prisoners had often joked about Es’ catlike steps. Fuuta in no laughing mood, now.

“Don’t you have a lot to do tomorrow?” He tried to shake the uneasy feeling swirling in his gut. “You’ve been talking about it all day, I thought you’d want as much sleep as you could get.” 

“I don’t sleep.”

“Does it look like I care that you’re drowned with work? That’s your own fault for trying to handle ten prisoners all by yourself. You’re not getting any pity from me.”

“Eh? No, I mean, I don’t sleep.”

Fuuta paused. “Stop fucking with me. I’m too tired for this crap.”

“I mean it. I was already awake when I heard someone up, I just wanted to investigate.”

“Bullshit. There’s no way you heard me from all the way down the hall, through that heavy door of yours. You’re probably hungry, too – but don’t get any ideas, these are mine.” He moved to the counter, transferring the food to another dish to heat. 

Es followed, their icy eyes flicking between him and the food. 

“You really prefer Mahiru’s cooking that much more?”

“Of course. Yours sucks. Don’t think I’ll give you any fake flattery just because you’re the warden.”

“I figured you would want me in charge of the kitchen instead of Jackalope. I’m just trying to help.”

“Tch. I’m pretty sure you’re trying to kill us.”

“With my cooking?” A smirk stretched across their lips. “There are easier ways to kill a person.”

Es stared at him, that odd smile on their face.

Fuuta tried to smother the shiver creeping up his spine. 

They had to have been messing with him. This is just how a bored warden gets their kicks, he figured. They sneak up on unsuspecting prisoners in the middle of the night and say ominous things. They just liked bringing up murder to get under his skin. And of course they slept. They slept, ate, and – he looked down at the dish of food. He had seen them eat, right? He wracked his brain for any memory of it. It would explain the poor-tasting cooking…

“Ah!” Es’ voice made him jump for the second time that night. He followed their gaze over to the doorway, where Jackalope was hopping into the dim kitchen. 

Es began to speak into the silence. This type of craziness, at least, was a familiar one: their insistence that they could speak to the little animal.

“I know, I know. … Yes, of course. I’ll be finished here in a moment.”

Fuuta’s gaze flicked between the pair. Tiny, black, beady eyes. Large, pale, round ones. Jacklope’s twitchy little nose. The way Es seemed entirely motionless.

“Whatever. I’m going to bed.” Fuuta grabbed the dish and stormed out of the room. He avoided meeting either set of eyes. Let them have their crazy, creepy conversations in the dark by themselves. He was out. 

Es’ voice echoed into the hallway as he hurried back to his cell. 

“Goodnight, Fuuta…” 

Fuuta tried not to look like a little kid running back through the darkened corridors, but he certainly didn’t take his time.

The sheets rustled around him as he got into. His back pressed against the cell wall, so he could keep an eye on the entrance. He strained his ears to listen for any unnaturally quiet steps.

Then he looked down at his food.

He had completely lost his appetite.

[kroganloveinterest]

[idk-tbh-idk]

Rip Ricky Potts, you would’ve been great at committing crimes

[langernameohnebedeutung]

Ich habe erfolgreich nicht mitbekommen dass Sprich Deine Sprache Tag ist

[good-beans]

Now that he's innocent and won't hear voices in his head, maybe he won't hear me making fun of him for it...

(Edited to be up to date hehe)

[k-wame]

HARRISON OSTERFIELD ES Magazine X Paco Rabanne LFW Party | 15.09.2023

[thefanciestborrower]

Perks of having a naga as your bestie means you can slack off in his tum and ain’t no one gonna know

[dunkelrotzuschwarz]

filling in the gaps, build a problem that neither of us need

dodie - hate myself

[sparring-spirals]

historically a great sign when your very powerful friend/mentor/personal uber cuts off your communications with a "Shit" and goes silent.

[walk-theway-down]

Gekämpft, gehofft und doch verloren.

Ruhe in Frieden 🕊

[good-beanswrites]

I'm going to do a more serious/sweet one but while trying to write Es-Fuuta sibling dynamic this happened adsfdsf

Es squinted around the scene of the crime. Amane was sitting closest to ground zero: the plate that used to hold Es’ breakfast. Mikoto was at the stove cooking eggs. Fuuta was getting a drink over at the counter. Mahiru sat on the other side of Amane, enjoying some tea. She was the first to notice their expression.

“Is everything alright, Warden?” 

They drew themselves up, glad their uniform heels gave them a bit of extra height. “Do you know where my pastry went?” 

“Ah, I had one ready for everyone! I left one out for you near the toaster~”

“Yes, and I put it on the table. Now it’s gone.” They gestured to the empty plate. Mikoto glanced over. “I was looking forward to it.”

It was an understatement. Mahiru had baked them the night before, and Es had thought about the treat the entirety of the night, and all of the morning. Their stomach grumbled, as if agreeing.

Mahiru shook her head. “I’m sorry, I didn’t see anyone move it,” she said.

“Neither have I,” Amane said.

“I don’t know where it went,” Mikoto said. 

Fuuta shrugged.

Es squinted at him. He still stood with his back turned, fumbling with his drink. “Fuuta?”

There was no ‘I didn’t take your fucking pastry!’, no ‘what the hell are you blaming me for?’, no ‘how dare you?’ He just shrugged again, more exaggerated. 

Es moved around the table.  “Fuuta…”

He hurried to turn his body away from them. In doing so, he revealed himself to the others. Mahiru gasped. 

“You ate it!”

Finally he spoke, his voice desperate through the mouthful of food. “I didn’t know!” 

But Es was ready to take down the criminal.

“You ate it??” They grabbed him from behind, preventing his escape. 

“Hey,” came Fuuta’s muddled words, “get off!”

They weren’t really sure what their next move was – it wasn’t like he could give the pasty back. Still, they clung tight. Fuuta tried to shrug them off, but Es would show him they weren't some weak kid he could mess with.

“You think you can just go around stealing my breakfast with no consequences?” They yanked him back, throwing him off balance.

He did his best to stand his ground “I told you –”  he swallowed, erasing all evidence of the awful deed, “– I didn’t even know it was yours!”

“Ha! A convenient excuse!”

The two struggled back and forth. The others looked on with a mix of unease and amusement. They decided not to intervene. Fuuta managed to gain a moment of freedom, only for Es to use the momentum to take them both to the ground. 

They lay sprawled, still arguing about the bygone breakfast, when Jackalope hopped into the kitchen. He stared the two right in the eye.

“A-ah. Jackalope.” Es scrambled to their feet. They coughed. “My apologies. I was simply… delivering some justice.”

Fuuta stood as well, brushing himself off. “Some justice! This was as shoddy as your usual warden duties…”

They glared at one another. 

The rabbit just stared. 

Es bowed their head, their expression calming down. “My apologies. I may have gotten a bit carried away.” Jackalope started hopping away. Es moved to follow him, muttering, “Fuuta was the one who started it, though.”

“Like hell I did!”

“The pastry didn’t eat itself, now did it?”

“I didn’t just fucking fall to the ground myself, did I?”

“I’ve seen you do it before…”

“I swear, I’m gonna…!”

[br1ghtestlight]

my pride bracelet concepts so far (and a bisexual bracelet that i finished) but there'll be a few without words cuz i dont have that many letters and some people probably wouldnt want their label in Big ass white letters all the time..... ran out of thread so im gonna go to the store tomorrow to hopefully get some and more beads?? <3