#Equipe E

[ren-reno]

equipé e.

[rabbit-harpist]

desconjuração equipe e sketchbook pages, graphite and pen.

[gingersp1ce547]

Equipe e is understandably cautious of the more unconventional islanders after everything that happened with the inhabitants of the holy cradle. Some like Cesar being cold or even downright hostile.

The islanders try to give them patience, though these new arrivals don’t speak much about where they came from it’s clear to the more seasoned fights on the server that they’ve been through hell.

Maybe thats why equipe e’s first ally on the island is fit. Liz and thiago feeling like they’re almost looking in a mirror while the golden trio hope they’re looking at their future.

One where their continued fight has left scars but not left them broken. One where they’re still able to be kind.

Fit helps arthur get used to not having an arm. He bonds with cesar over hacking. Him and liz and thiago swap stories of the horrors they’ve seen.

Joui doesn’t know how to feel about fit. He seems to good to be true. He knows the other members of the team feel it too, but they put it aside for the sake of information gathering.

Its just that he has a feeling that’s exactly what fit is doing too.

He corners him one day, sword in hand. Fit calls him kid and he bristles, there are very few people left who can call him that and fit is not one of them. He demands fit explain why he’s gathering information on not just them but the islanders as well. What does he hope to gain by lying to everyone around him?

Fit takes a deep breath and tries to put away the thought that joui is so similar to a younger him that it hurts. That the scars he gained during the his first real war feel fresh and aching.

He decides to tell joui the truth. That he was sent here on a mission much like them. Joui asks if his mission includes anyone purposefully getting hurt. Fit responds no, or atleast he doesnt think so. Why would you ever accept a mission like that is the first thing out of joui’s mouth. It takes a second before fit tells him there are somethings worse than death and understanding floods through joui’s mind.

“Let me help,” he eventually says.

“Joui,” fit sighs, “this is dangerous and you’ve been through enough”

“And you haven’t?” He was stubborn, it was one trait of his that fit wished him and joui didn’t share. “Let me help, at least for the peace of mind that if you can’t stop people getting hurt. I can”

Fit relents, and if after a while joui starts calling fit fit-senpai when its just them and occasionally ramon. Well then no one has to know.

[otiksimr]

I whant Monster Hunter game where you can process the monster (skinning, deboning, that kind of stuff). Would there be a fun game? Probably not. Bit it’d be fun to ME therefore Capcom should spend all their time and resources making one-

[not-equippedforthis]

holmes and watson as the sun and moon respectively because holmes is a burning, eccentric force of nature who collapses like a dying star when his mind seizes him, because watson is a solid rock who provides the stone for holmes to lean against and reflects his light by documenting the cases and righting holmes' thought process and scattered bearings. holmes as the light that comes back into watson's life after he's been stripped of hope and forced to wander around london's dark streets without any friends or familiar faces to support him. watson as the calm, ever-present soldier who is capable of burning with equal intensity but is often underestimated in his power because he isnt as outwardly flashy as the sun. holmes as the sun because he does everything with passion, with an inward intensity, watson as the moon because he has the same power but with softer lights, not blinding but glowing, calming. holmes and watson as the sun and moon because they will always be said in conjugation with each other. they belong as one. holmes as the sun because he is the light and watson as the moon is his conductor of light. holmes as the burning sun and watson as the shining moon- do you. do you understand.

[kaijuno]

Do ppl on estrogen get the period poops too or is that just a vagina thing

[hirocimacruiser]

4AG-E+T powered on Work Equip O3 wheels KP61 Toyota Starlet

[science70]

Digital Equipment Corporation PDP-8/E, /F, and /M, 1972.

[equipeabutres]

Créditos originais: https://twitter.com/GD_Violett/status/1340459913617809408?s=20&t=uDVbJ2Kr9pQFc-PHuUkcTA

todos estão em nossas memorias 

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[curiosity-killed]

that post-work crash nap

[ALT ID: A digital illustration of two people napping on top of each other on a wicker chaise.]

[star-mum]

All I can think about is him

✨ Dante (Ordem Paranormal) ✨

[gingersp1ce547]

No one on equpie e would have ever thought that they would be building their own house one day, but as they had figured put after a couple of days of being on the island, nothing here was to be expected.

The team decided that they would build in the space between the wall and the favela. When discussing, it was meant to be more of a base of operations than a home, but that quickly got thrown out when arthur first started decorating everything which caused a sort of competition of who could decorate the best.

The house itself was pretty damn basic, just a rectangle made of smooth stone with some windows here and there. However, on the inside, it was anything but.

Ok that was a lie, the kitchen was actually pretty bare, but everything else was individualized!

Arthurs room had a green carpet with music discs lining the walls. His bed sheets were green with hand painted little white skulls on them, and next to his bed was a guitar gifted to him by one of the islanders alongside a juke box.

The federation let him keep his father’s gun without any bullets when they arrived. Why? Arthur had no clue. But he knew they could take it away at anytime so it was kept in an enderchest stored away in his closet

Cesar’s room had purple sheets and purple lights. There was a desk in the corner with a monitor and the closest technology he could get to his old computer. On the walls, photo’s covered almost every available spot. The majority of them were flowers, but some were of his family when they weren’t looking. Thiago looking angrily at a locked federation door. Arthur being cute with the eggs. Joui looking happily at a cherry blossom. Liz laughing happily.

He kept the one of his father, and another one with him at all times. Safe in his pocket and close to his heart.

Liz’s room was simultaneously sterile and messy. A simple desk with papers scattered across it and a cold white light keeping them visible was the first thing that drew attention. Her bed was as always made (unless she had actually slept in it, in which case it was like a tornado has run through it), with blue sheets and a few extra white pillows.

There was always a weapon under her pillow, and another under the mattress and another under the bed. The rest of the team knew to knock specifically 5 times [it would have been 4, but joui] on her door if they wanted anything. Just in case, she told herself. In case of what specifically she wasn’t sure. There were too many things it could be to narrow if down to just one

Thiago’s room was less of a room and more of an unorganized storage space. Papers everywhere. Chests with who knows what, 3 seeds in one, 25 dirt spread unevenly across all of them. He always had a habit of keeping things he didnt need and the backpacks and chests of this world only enabled it. His bed was plain, the standard red sheets with papers also around and under them for some reason only decipherable by Thiago himself.

There was only one thing hung on his wall. A clock, directly across from his bed. He wasn’t sure if it was a reassurance like his father’s pocket watch, or a reminder of how time could easily be stolen from him again like it was in the holy cradle. All he knew is that when he woke up panicking in the night the only thing that could calm him down was, other than cigarettes that he no longer had access to or was allowed to use, staring at the hands of the clock tick. They circled the circumference in a never ending spiral, and maybe just maybe, thiago was afraid to admit that he still found the movement relaxing

Outside of their separate rooms their was also a main room just of the kitchen. In it there was a tv that they never turned on and a wide open space with a small easily movable table.

It was in this room together that they spent their first week or two on the island. Their mattress dragged into it, they took turns taking watch. (It was also where they would play never have i ever again, but those nights were much harder to remember even if they were fun.)

This base served its purpose unmodified for a long time, eventually finally becoming a house for them as they continued to make it more and more of a home everyday they spent on the island.

Until one day, they came home with a new member of their family. A little girl who needed a home and a room of her own, which they gladly made for her.

At first, hope’s room was empty save for her bed and the hastily set up iv that liz done for her. She was weak and slept for about a month when she first got home, so they couldn’t really ask her what she would want for decoration.

It was cesar who noticed first that they needed to at the very least change the color of her room from white. It was far to close to the federation’s color pallet for hope to be comfortable, and making her uncomfortable in this house was the last thing equipe e wanted to do.

After much discussion over what color her room should be they eventually decided on a cool toned light brown with flowers in all the colors of paint they could find painted but equipe e on the walls.

They each asked around the island for thing’s that people’s kids liking. The islanders chuckled but helped, finding it funny to watch the pre-panic of parenthood that they never got to experience because of being straight thrusted into it. Meanwhile their eggs where incredibly excited to meet their newest sibling and took the time to pick out some items that had brought them comfort as they got adjusted to life on the island.

From ramon, a create wrench and some simple schematics for usable things like item sorting and such in case she was interested in learning such things

From richas, paints in case she wanted to add some flowers to the wall herself

From chayanne, a couple of house plants that were easy to take care of but also something nice to focus on in case she needed a distraction

From pomme, some of her old journals to remind her that she wasnt alone along with some fresh books in case she wanted to pick up journaling as well

From dapper, a couple of less dangerous pets so that she had always had friends with her (that could also protect her)

From leo, some old masks that she didn’t wear that much anymore incase things ever got overwhelming or if she was feeling silly

From tallulah, a big book of flowers so that she could know which ones were up on the wall and find them out in the world on adventures of her own

The team was over come by emotions at all of their kindness, and thanked them many times.

When hope eventually woke up she was overcome too. She had only hoped to meet someone, and had only dreamed that they would be kind and yet here she was surrounded by people who had saved her and proof of not only their kindness but everyone else’s on the island as well.

In short, it took only a second before hope knew she was home.

[deus-ex-mona]

remember when halloween aizo and white day yujiro had special gacha voice lines l m a o

[nick-cassidy]

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[domesticated-feral]

How on earth did Scott and Stiles manage to steal a prison transportation van??? Like on a whim too????