#Naomi Chin Wing

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Naomi Chin Wing at No 21 Fall 2020 Backstage

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Naomi Chin Wing | © Daniel Archer

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Naomi Chin Wing by Txema Yeste

- Vogue España, August 2018

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Amber Pinkerton

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naomi chin wing at alexander mcqueen spring/summer 2018

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Gabriela Hearst // Fall 2023 #NYFW - New York Fashion Week

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Altered States Magazine WHO ARE YOU

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Sai!! what are YOUR ada chuuya hcs?

Ohh this is going to be a long post so hold tight. Here are some of my hcs on ada chuuya based on asgr's idea (chuuya deflects with dazai)

> When they first join, they refuse to be partnered with anyone else in the agency. Despite claiming to hate each other it's clear that they share an unbreakable trust. They're not really inseparable, but they're always in each other's orbit. Both have a wall built around themselves but are also confined within a wall together, haunted by a past they share.

> Every mission they're sent to ends in success but with a cost of some destruction and agency money. Fukuzawa let's them be.

> Ranpo is the one Chuuya is most wary of at first. He's a genius on an equal footing of Dazai, if not a step ahead of him. Ranpo seemed to know too much and Chuuya hates it. Until the detective tells him, "People are built of both truths and lies, you know. I can tell both, but it's up to you how you're going to build yourself, and there isn't much to see for me beyond that." Chuuya held onto those words, feeling like he was truly given a chance to find himself, for himself and not for any greater purpose for the first time.

> His first Dazai less mission is with Ranpo, and he's amazed by the detective's ability. Even more amazed by how unprofessional he is, almost to a disrespectful extent. It's a bit like Dazai, but Ranpo doesn’t wear a mask like the other guy.

> So they both learn to trust, bit by bit, and settle right in. Fast forward to a few months later, Chuuya works with Ranpo and Dazai with Kunikida.

> When Atsushi joins, Chuuya is immediately reminded of Akutagawa and how Dazai had treated him. Part of him fears the history to repeat itself, but it doesn't. Dazai takes the kid under his wing and guides him in his own Dazai way, but it's unlike how it was in port mafia. Dazai has changed, and so has he. Maybe they aren't too gone to be saved.

The ghost of the past is still there, but it's not haunting them anymore. It's simply watching from the sideline, fading, as if saying goodbye.

> Chuuya keeps a framed picture of the flags on his desk.

> The girls are very curious about Chuuya's hair care routine, especially Naomi. He's also good at hairstyling and styles Kyouka and Naomi's hair sometimes. Needless to say, he's invited to girls' sleepovers.

> Chuuya is like a big brother to Kenji. They compete on strength, like who can hold the most stuff with one hand and all that. Dazai nullifies his ability mid competition one time, and Chuuya throws him out of the window.

> Kunikida and Chuuya don't get along at first, but they sort of become best friends eventually. One time Kunikida comes back after a mission with Dazai and starts shaking Chuuya.

"How. How did you do it for so long? How did you not go insane?" Chuuya laughs.

> Chuuya is very caring. No matter how much effort he puts into being subtle about it, it's obvious to everyone. He leaves energy drinks on people's desks, carries heat packs with him in winter in case someone needs one, and makes sure everyone has breakfast. The ADA is his family now, he's going to treasure them with everything he has.

> Chuuya stops by Dazai's desk one day and simply says, "Osamu," (cue Dazai snapping out of his doze and nearly hitting his chin on the desk) "thanks, for not leaving me behind." And he fucking leaves, bolts away almost, face hidden by hair but Dazai can tell he's trying to hide tears. But that aside, he still hasn't gotten over Chuuya calling him by first name.

("Ne Dazai, can you stop smiling by yourself like that? It's creeping me out." "Ranpo san, I think I'm in love with Chuuya." "Congrats, you're the last person in the agency to figure it out.")

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Naomi Chin Wing at Jean Paul Gaultier S/S 18

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Pieces of a Soul - Chapter 10

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I love this chapter so much. It is time for Naomi's iknimaya and the bond between Naomi and the other characters is only getting stronger and dbksdbfdksj Thanks to you guys who have been reading the story of my OCs. 🥹💜

The morning of her bonding with an ikran came too soon. She went with another group of young hunters to the mountains, slipped once and saw her life flash before her eyes. She gripped the vine tighter and pulled herself to the top, meeting the rest of the group. She went last, Jake overseeing the group. He looked at her, placed his hands on her shoulders and gave her a stern look.

“I know you’re probably scared shitless. And you should be. Means you’re taking it seriously. The ikran meant for you will try to attack you, too. You have to be ready. You can’t hesitate. As soon as the bond is made, you must fly. Hold on. For the love of God, please hold on. Neytiri will kill me if you don’t make it back.”

Naomi burst into surprised laughter. She turned, steeling her shoulders and walked to the ikran. A few hissed before flapping away. She twisted around quickly, eyes darting. One stepped closer and she growled. It squawked and flew off the cliff. She huffed. It was not going to happen. A giant body suddenly landed in front of her. It was bright yellow, pink accents on its body. The ikran screamed in her face, making her knees tremble. 

A power filled her veins. Determination to prove herself overcame her senses and she threw the bola up and over the ikran’s mouth, yanking it down hard. It jerked her up and around. She skidded on the ground, howling in anger. She hissed and kicked it right in the face, stunning it. 

Holding the bola with one hand and pulling her queue forward, she linked their bond. It stopped struggling and she gasped, feeling a new presence in her mind. Aside from the direhorses she’d ridden occasionally, she had never experienced anything like this. She loosened the bola and they stood there, cocking their heads like a mirror image of each other. 

“Naomi get on the fucking banshee and fly!” Jake screamed behind her. 

Her body jolted and she gripped its neck, swinging herself around and wrapped her arms around its queues.

Fly.

It hopped off the side of the cliff and she closed her eyes in fear. It felt her apprehension and wobbled in the air, unsteady. With a deep breath to gather herself, she opened her eyes and directed her ikran down. It swooped and twisted hard as she held on for dear life. She heard whooping and calls from above. The other young hunters flew their ikran near her and Jake came down in the front, leading them through the mountains. 

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Keveya and Mìmuk sat close together at the base of the mountains. Keveya impatiently tapped his foot, then began to pace back and forth. “How long has it been? Too long, probably. Something has happened to her. Yes, I’m sure of it. We must find her.”

Mìmuk rolled her eyes with a smile, “Steady, Veya. We taught her well. She knows what to do. Jake won’t let anything happen to her. Neytiri would kill him.”

Keveya smirked at the image of a raging, pregnant Neytiri running after their leader. “This is true. I just worry for her. Also, you haven’t called me that in many years.. Mukmuk.”

She gaped at him, wide-eyed. He laughed. “You better shut your mouth before an ikran flies in.”They laughed together, some of the nerves easing off. 

A flap of wings could be heard overhead. They both looked up seeing all of the ikran descending and counting, breathing with relief when the number matched how many had gone up. They stood with the a small group of the clan waiting to congratulate the hunters. They peeked through the ikran, unsure which she would have bonded with. At the back of the group, Naomi and her ikran bumped their cheeks against each other and she smiled at it, scratching under its chin. They were wholly focused on each other.

With a small pout, Mìmuk said, “I think she has forgotten all about us.”

That next moment, her eyes found theirs in the crowd and she waved them over. They approached, grinning and Keveya said, “Beautiful. What will you name them?”

“Her name is Sunny. The sun is what brings light to the Earth and I have a good feeling she will do the same for me.” She leaned against her ikran’s neck and Sunny rested her head in Naomi’s arms, huffing contentedly.

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Later that night, Neytiri was cheering excitedly as Naomi recounted her story of the day. “…and then Jake said you would kill him if I didn’t come home.”

Neytiri flashed a sharp grin. “He is right, I absolutely would. You are like my sister.” She paused, realizing what she’d said. Her mate looked at her fondly, putting a hand on her back. She started to withdraw, unsure, but Naomi reached to clasp her hand.

“And you are like mine, Neytiri. I See You.”

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The next day, Naomi walked alone through the forest. Her Avatar body was beginning to feel like the only one. The same thing happened to Jake, according to Norm. He was sad that she wasn’t around as much, but he felt her heart was with the Omaticaya. Norm knew more of her story. She had parents, but had gone no contact with them a long time even before she went to Pandora. This job had been partially because of her hard work with Pandoran studies, and although she hated to admit it, also due to her parents. It seemed like a last ditch effort for them to earn her love which they had lost long ago. She was deep in thought when she sensed another presence behind her. She whirled, pulling her knife, but it was only Keveya and Mìmuk.

He held his hands up to ease her. “Be at peace. It is only us.”

Little did he know, that was what she was afraid of. Sooner or later, she would have to come to a decision. Deciding. One choice that was guaranteed to hurt feelings. A thing she tried to avoid whenever possible. 

He sensed the turmoil in her head and reached for her hand to bring her down beside him, Mìmuk across from them. He played with her hands, fixating on her extra finger. “We are in no rush, little one, but I hope that you are sincere about your intent to inform us of your feelings. It doesn’t have to be in the immediate future, but it would be courteous to let us know. I don’t… I don’t think you would do something like that to hurt us.. toying with our feelings, I mean. It is a fear, though. You are very dear to us.”

Mìmuk nodded and couldn’t make eye contact with her. “If you do not think you will choose one of us, please tell us now. It will be easier to make a clean break so we could stay friendly instead of with hurt between us.”

Naomi, saddened by the insecurities she had caused for them, held their hands tightly, all three connected. “I care for both of you. You have taught me so much and I enjoy my time with each of you. Regardless of what happens between us, I want to become Omaticaya. I hope that Eywa will accept me in this body. I feel more myself than I ever have before. On Earth I was lost. They hold on to many old religions, righteous people telling us the way to live, but they are full of hypocrites. I felt like something was missing. I did not feel seen or heard. Just lost. Here with Eywa, I connect to the Great Mother’s creatures. I connect to Her. She surrounds me and I see the evidence that she is real. I feel so spiritually whole that I cannot imagine staying in my human form and being so lost again.

"My parents named me Naomi. Supposedly the name means ‘pleasant’. I was anything but that to my parents. I was not the perfect child they desired. I did not meet their expectations.” She trembled as she continued to speak. “Anything I did was never enough.. but I was a child. I was still learning. I have begun again as a child, learning from you two and neither of you have ever made me feel like I was not fully capable. Like I did not hold power of my own to control my destiny. You have believed in me and made me strong. I am stronger with you two.”

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Naomi Chin Wing by Txema Yeste

- Vogue España, August 2018

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Naomi Chin Wing by Amber Pinkerton