#lmk naomi

[the1trueanon]

Second half of my ArtFight characters!! Rosemary was going to join them, but tbh I've been struggling with her design since she's so new. So she'll join in next year instead, when she's more settled -w-

These are my more fanworks-based characters! Naomi for Monkie Kid and Esper for Stardew Valley. I'm excited to see how people like them!!

Here's my ArtFight profile! Naomi's page! Esper's page!

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[f1-stuff]

Monaco GP '24 // Carlos & Naomi preview Monaco from the air

"[Monaco] was my first podium with Ferrari. And you feel special, you feel something really different... [The podium]'s nearly level with the mechanics. You're closer to everyone. You've seen, for so many years, drivers standing on that podium. For me, if I would have to choose three races to win, it would be Monaco, Monza as a Ferrari driver (or Imola), and my home grand prix." "Ferrari just needs a track that suits us to win... Let's see - if we nail a good weekend and the stars align, it could be a Ferrari chance here."

[hogoflight]

NAOMI SOLACE POINTING TO APOLLO GOING “THAT IS THE FATHER OF MY CHILD” AND ITS APOLLO STANDING ON HIS HANDS, LEGS TUCKED INTO HIS CHEST, ROTOSCOPED RUNNING TOWARDS THE CAMERA.

actually yea I’d like to think post-Toa, if Apollo and Naomi are on good enough terms with each other (friends, basically) to counteract Apollo’s inevitable awkwardness and at least somewhat counteract being an absent father for 16 years, they absolutely collaborate to terrorise her more conservative family members but not enough that they can complain about it. Just enough that they feel deeply unsettled but still feel they can’t be rude.

Like Naomi says “whew, the only thing better than making music are MEN’S TITS” and he immediately shouts “YES!!!!!!!” And they high-five.

Naomi tells Apollo she accidentally mentioned him glowing once and he makes sure to explain in incredible detail what eating an LED lamp would hypothetically do to your body.

She’s also coming up with lyrics and asks Apollo what 4 organs you would arguably survive the longest (still conscious) with if all the others have been shut down and he starts getting really really into the hypotheticals here. Then Will joins in and no one can really stop them now. (The answer is apparently Brain, Heart, Lungs, 10% of your liver and one kidney btw.)

Her family decide to meet him in a Greek restaurant when he does The Thing and loudly, casually and very enthusiastically talks with the waiters in Greek like 60% of the time (all of the Oh, where in Greece are you from? And why did you move here? what job do you do? You can ask me for xx anytime I’ll give you a discount don’t even worry about it! etc. You know how it goes). He mentions his horses and his ranch and it feels like they’ve finally found something they can talk about but then he also mentions that his horses have burned down his house 5 times and they’re rather distraught.

[lightsnowww]

goth tanizaki... ❤️🖤

[vitalphenomena]

@caracarnn

"You don't have to donate this much to the music department."

Not to degrade her own work and not to overstep as a mere student involved in a handful of student organizations, but: "Are you really sure?"

[rocicrew]

more shippy doodles : the girls edition

[twinsoftheday]

today's twins of the day are:

naomi and veronica storm from rainbow high

[nurturercelia]

Where: Third Floor Hallway When: Around 9:45AM, Sunday, September 4th Who: @naomikojima

Celia gave her dress and smooth, tousled her hair and tried on a smile in the mirror. The silver lining to meeting under such sad circumstances was that Celia was able to see everyone again. It had been years since she had heard this much noise in the house and she found it all strangely calming, a welcomed change from the silence that so often fell over her own town house in Albany. They were all welcomed distraction from the actual pain Celia felt over losing Richard.

She thought naively that she would spend this time before the wake going to pick up her mother-her and Richard were contemporaries, after all, he would have wanted her there. But after that became an impossible task, she instead turned her focus to Naomi.

It was with some more ease than the usual knocks she donned when she rapped on Naomi's bedroom door. The girl needed her help maybe the most right now, although there were certainly some other wards that were trying to give her some competition. Celia noticed how she was isolating herself since arriving, spending even more time tucked away in her room than she used to. Celia recognized this behavior and took it as a challenge. If there was one person who could get her to participate, it will be Celia, by her sheer grit and persistence alone.

When Naomi opened the door, Celia gave her a sincere half smile. Can't scare her off this early. "Are you ready to go down? I thought it might be easier to go with friend."

Friend was a bold statement on Celia's part, for she doubted Naomi would refer to her as the same. Probably more along the lines of neighbors or person you get grouped with for the sake of convenience. But if Celia said it, maybe it had a bigger chance of becoming the truth someday.

"You look really nice," she offered, hoping to coax her out like a cat.

[napsaps-archive]

hey can u give me some dtblr blogs who r still around and actively posting dteam content por favor?

oh i am so not the person to ask for this here you go:

@vadergf @sandsoflyss @bastardbvby @dtqkplus @dteamtogether @salted-caramel-tea @quackybara @gogtopia @gogystyle @badboyslaylo @calamitydaze

[the1trueanon]

woe, poly be upon ye, holy poly >:D shenanigans and bullshittery (and undying love) this image sums up these four's whole relationship

Blue Prinxe -- @ari-fire-arts

[soulcluster-moved]

@futurespacess / naomi

A lithe, silver form emerged from the shadows and in one bladed flash, cut down its enemies. The figure continued moving, dancing almost, between its enemies and carved a path through the facility. The blood stained hallway was eerily reminiscent of another scene from years ago, in the cold reaches of the artic on an island that shadowed over its survivors.

This survivor was on a singular mission: a rescue.

The last guard fell against the fall, his armor doing little to protect from the precise cut of the assailant's blade, and a trail of red followed his descent. Fox reached for the door panel and tore it out, short circuiting the device and forcing the door open.

He stepped through but his visor had already located her. Alive and well, her vital signs fine if a little amped up from the situation. Understandable, given the circumstances.

Fox found himself rooted to the spot, his gaze fixed on her. It wasn't that he hadn't seen her in their years apart, or didn't know that she was the one he came for, but it was the first time she had seen him. Not since Shadow Moses.

He didn't want his sister to see him like this, even if she even still considered him her brother.

"Naomi." It's sheer willpower that his voice doesn't crack upon the syllables of her name.

[daringsunflowers]

@purehoneybees​ closed starter roughly based off this feel free to use anyone who’s fit.

as if this trip wasn’t bad enough the one person that naomia had hated the most had to come alone. she had reminded herself to let her friends know just how pissed she was over it. now instead of actually enjoying her time at the rental she was going to spend it arguing with them. they always argued why anyone thought them being under one rood would be a good idea was beyond her. 

so instead she drunk. she grabbed a bottle and spent the majority of the night drinking until she felt she was finally ready to speak to them. however instead she had plopped right down on their lap without a word only to be scooted right off and into the floor. “fucking rude..” she groaned as she picked herself up off the ground. “not to mention that hurt. shouldnt you be thrilled that i am even being nice to you?” she asked though it wasnt like what she had done at all tonight was nice. 

[classactressx]

for @horrorismx

There was a part of Naomi that had briefly delved into the idea of normalcy; a family, settling down somewhere outside the spotlight, and having a life that didn't get broadcast twenty-four seven.

It's true that she has it now, at least in part — her only child was given away in a closed adoption long ago, and she hadn't considered any since then — in that she was left alone and able to live a 'simple' life.

Simple in the sense that no one was peeking over her walls and into her windows — oh... no, it had just evolved. The intrusions were limited, after the sun had fallen, and sometimes wore of the faces of the people she'd left behind (or lost long ago.) No, she was still cowering in her house, but much better at pretending like it didn't bother her now that no one was documenting that every torture in tabloids.

Amina N'Diaye might still be hounded, but this town had a way of swallowing the life you had before and leaving you bereft. Her other half was much in the same.

Different sides to the same coin, Naomi loved Erin like they were related — sisters from another mister, or whatever the kids might say nowadays — and, as yet, Erin was the only person allowed inside the bubble. The only one allowed to utter the name 'Mimi' without a wrinkled nose.

Erin understood her and her reticence to getting close, and she commiserated with her in the years after her arrival, Erin's arrival, and the subsequent loss that followed, "Rin, have I ever told you how much I love pastries? I miss being able to just bake cupcakes nonstop of — fuck, have them delivered to your door?"

The rise of food delivery might have been normalized sometime after she disappeared but, with enough money, anyone can get things delivered. Naomi's head tipped over to rest on the back of the couch in her own humble home, bare feet tugged up onto the couch and windows nailed shut with the curtains drawn tight. She watched Erin for a moment, rolling her tongue across her full lower lip.

"Sorry, little bit of nostalgia creeping through. Tell me something new with you, I've been... pensive, in the worst way, too much time in my past and my thoughts go completely fucked."

[lombax-lombardi]

here they are, all the fan kids (so far)

[lostwcnderlands]

when he'd addressed her directly, naomi's eyes widened, a smile appearing - but it was dashed && gone almost as soon as it had shown itself. now, heat rushed to her cheeks, and she felt a sudden flush of anger. " i beg your pardon, but this is my house. " the ghost spoke firmly, and matter-of-factly. for it was, after all, her house. she had never vacated it, even after her death. when told to pass over to the underworld, naomi had plead her case to hades, begging to stay. she would be damned if someone came in and disrespected her home in that way. and she was even willing to share!

arms crossed, and she floated upwards, forgetting to bother with looking as human and unfrightening as possible. " and i have done nothing else but tidy up your mess. "

but as the ghost stood her ground (despite little standing taking place, in truth), naomi allowed herself to privately feel some spike of excitement in her chest, where a heart should be beating, at the use of his language. finally. ah-ha. so he'd been wanting to meet her, too, even if only to scold. at least, for the first time in decades, she'd been noticed. but..... " how can you see me? " naomi asked suddenly, eyes narrowing, and a suspicious tone consuming her voice. why now, why him, after all this time of trying with every inhabitant of her home?

victor is no stranger to the supernatural. his world’s been chock-full of legends, monsters and bedtime stories turned real for as long as he’s known how to read. so far, it’s always been the mundane that managed to surprise him—the little details, caught in the freezing of a memory, like a person’s quirks, the singsong of a bird, the peacefulness of a place to call home.

the little details, for someone whose abilities also lie in never—ever—forgetting where he placed a piece of paper or a book, are quite important.

so when it all started, he noticed right away.

he didn’t know at first what it was, so he observed and waited. a blessing unknowingly given by hestia? or a prank—very much like it, because who would think moving his objects from one place to another was a gift? preposterous—played by a child of hermes he would soon find the culprit hidden as a cursed trinket in his bags. but the first time he saw that hand. . . pressed against the window glass, there was no doubt in it: he was dealing with a ghost. so he made his move.

he couldn’t see them naturally, no. but all it took was a number, a favor he called in from a friend and he had the little potion in hand. it required him some time to adjust, but ah—there she was. he’d find it all too strange if the nervousness in her hadn’t amused him just the same. “finally we meet.” he smiles, like he’s greeting a fellow mate in the bread line of a market. “may i ask you, miss, why you find joy in messing up the belongings of someone else’s house?”

[ohbueckers]

WHAT’S MY NAME? say you gotta leave but i know you wanna stay. you just waiting on the traffic jam to finish, girl. the things that we could do in twenty minutes.

THIS IS PART THREE! part one and two. pairing, paige bueckers x tutor!oc. notes, thank you for all the love you guys are too sweet, like.. anyways lmk what you wanna see! this fic is looking pretty longish? rn. warnings, sexual content, more interruptions. (i’m cooking, trust…)

a selection of songs from paige’s playlist played through her dorm room, the speakers playing some old school r&b—just low enough to set the mood but not distract. paige leaned back against the headboard, her white sports bra clinging to her skin, abs visible as she propped herself between liana’s legs. they’d been done with studying ages ago, the notes they hadn’t even bothered to move to a desk long forgotten, and now the only thing that mattered was the way their lips moved against each other.

liana pulled away, breathless but grinning, a giggle escaping as she gently pushed at paige’s shoulders, the blonde dropping her hand from her face with a chuckle. “i really have to go.” her tone was more playful than serious, and it was a given that neither of them wanted her to leave.

paige smirked, leaning in to nibble at her neck, her lips brushing against her pulse point. “you always say that,” she murmured, her voice low, teasing. “but here you are, still sittin’ pretty in my lap.”

liana licked her lips, trying to suppress a laugh as she squirmed under paige’s attention. “i mean it this time! naomi’s been blowing up my phone.” as if on cue, her phone buzzed again from where it sat beside the two of them on the bed, the screen lighting up with another message. paige glanced at it but didn’t care to look too closely. naomi wasn’t her concern right now.

liana reached for the phone, but paige caught her wrist, pulling her hand back. “c’mon, just a few more minutes,” paige pleaded, her hands beginning to rub up and down on her ass. “traffic’s probably bad to your apartment anyway.”

liana rolled her eyes but didn’t fight it. “you’re impossible, know that?” she muttered, crumbling completely as she leaned back into paige’s kiss. it wasn’t hard to give in—especially when she was this close, her hands firm and steady as they slid up her back.

when they pulled away again, paige watched as liana shifted, moving over her until she was straddling her waist, her knees digging into the mattress on either side. she looked down at her with amusement and something dark—it hit paige hard. how could a girl she’d known for such a short amount of time have her feeling like this?

liana flipped her hair to one side, the curls cascading over her shoulder as she studied paige with those wide, curious eyes. paige was mesmerized, completely caught up in how liana looked at her, how her hands slowly roamed her body, fingers tracing the line of her sports bra, dipping down to touch the exposed skin of her stomach. her gaze stayed locked on her, smirking slightly as if taking in a sight she’d never seen before.

“i’m never getting out of here at this rate,” liana teased, shaking her head as her hands drifted lower, dangerously low.

“not like you wanted to. like, let’s be forreal,” paige shot back, a cocky grin tugging at her lips as she let her own hands explore liana’s thighs, her fingers trailing over the soft material of her leggings. she kissed a slow trail up to her ear, nibbling lightly, making liana gasp and grip her tighter.

another buzz made liana turn her head, glancing over at the screen, seeing naomi’s contact take over her phone again. she screwed her eyes shut in response, reality hitting her. she was actually in a predicament, and never, ever in her life would she have imagined it to be one like this.

paige noticed the shift in liana’s expression, pulling back just enough to look into her eyes. “you really finna’ answer that?” she asked, her voice softer now, yet there was still a bit of frustration behind them. paige wasn’t one to be possessive—at least, that’s what she told herself. but something about liana got under her skin, made her want more. and the fact that she couldn’t even get a few uninterrupted hours with her was driving her crazy. she shamefully wanted her all to herself, and that realization was a little too intense for her liking.

liana hesitated, her fingers still resting on paige’s shoulders. “i should… but i don’t want to.”

paige’s grin returned, a slow, knowing smile that wasn’t cocky this time, but more so relieved. “then don’t.” her hands found their way back to her thighs, pulling her even closer if that were possible. she wanted liana to stay, needed her to. not just because of the physical connection, but because she made her feel something she hadn’t felt in a while—alive, excited, and well, maybe a little scared.

“stay with me,” she whispered, her words more of a plea than a command. she didn’t want to think about why she cared so much or why liana’s choice mattered. all she knew was that she didn’t want this to end. both her time with her and whatever this was.

before she knew it, liana was tossing her phone aside, letting it go unanswered on the bed. the sound of naomi’s texts faded into the background as she leaned in, pressing her lips to paige’s in a kiss that left no room for hesitation. it was all hunger and need, a desperation to hold onto the moment for as long as they could.

paige began moving down to her neck, tasting the sweetness of liana’s skin as she placed soft kisses in all the right places. liana, lips slightly parted and eyes shut, couldn’t help but ask: “do you even remember anything i taught you tonight?” she giggled, trying to catch her breath even as she tilted her head to give paige better access.

paige’s lips hovered just above liana’s collarbone, her breath hot against her skin as she mumbled, “uh-huh… blah blah blah… something about… functions.” she punctuated her words with more kisses, each one making liana’s giggles turn into soft noises and whines.

“functions?” liana teased, clearly amused as she raised an eyebrow. but even as she tried to keep it light, she couldn’t deny how good paige felt, how right this all seemed. nobody had ever made her feel like this.

paige pulled back just slightly, just enough to catch liana’s eyes with her own. “yeah, it’s gon’ come back… eventually,” she pressed one last kiss to her neck before moving back to her face.

they both laughed softly into each other’s mouths before it dissolved into something more serious. paige’s hands slipped lower, fingers gliding inside the waistband of liana’s pants, teasing her in a way only she would.

but just as things were heating up again, the muffled sound of voices echoed from outside the door. paige froze, her lips still pressed against her as she listened, recognizing the familiar voices of her teammates. the interruption made her want to scream… for the second time.

“seriously?” paige groaned, pulling back, her forehead resting against liana’s chest as she tried to gather herself. this was getting ridiculous. they couldn’t catch a break.

liana thought it was almost comical at this point, but also incredibly annoying. “guess we’re cursed, huh?” she said with a soft laugh, trying to make light of the situation.

“seems like it. lemme’ walk you out,” and with a reluctant breath, paige helped liana off the bed, stumbling behind her towards the door. standing in front of it, liana instinctively began to smooth out her clothes, paige reaching for a shirt to throw over her head. afterwards, paige’s hands moved without thinking, reaching out to fix liana’s hair, gently tucking a few loose curl behind her ear.

when they stepped into the living area, the team was already sprawled across the couches, the sound of the door creaking open enough to snap their attention away from the tv. paige barely had a second to brace herself before the comments started flying.

“oh! oh, okay. yeaaah, oh, okay,” kk rambled out, her voice dripping with teasing insinuation. the pair could barely hear over the laughter and accusations, liana shooting them all a tight-lipped grin, making a note in her head to ask paige why she didn’t tell her they’d be on their asses the moment they stepped out.

aubrey, lounging with her legs kicked up on the coffee table, gave a low whistle. “bet y’all were ‘studying’ real hard, huh?”

paige threw her head down, walking extremely slow and unable to hold back the laugh that shook through her shoulders. she wasn’t embarrassed—far from it. she wasn’t sure she ever did around her team. when she lifted her head again, her grin was wide, flashing teeth as she shook her head at them.

“this is my cue,” liana said with a small laugh, though her cheeks were tinted a deeper shade of red. she slung her tutoring bag over her shoulder, doing her best to keep her cool. neither of them had yet to bring up where they stood after all of this, whether it’d continue to be a casual thing or not… and for some reason, it felt like the issue in communication from the start would be their downfall.

“alright, lemme’ get you out of here,” paige chuckled, giving her a wide-eyed look before placing a hand on her back and guiding her toward the door. the moment they stepped out, liana was bombarded with another round of remarks. all good-natured despite the intent behind them to make fun of paige.

“later, liana!” ice called after her with a grin.

“you get that tutor money, girlfriend!” nika added.

once liana was out the door and headed down the hallway, a never-ending smile on her face, paige stayed in the doorway for a moment, leaning against the frame. she watched her leave, her eyes lingering on her back as she disappeared around the corner. there was something about watching her go that made a little too eager for the next time they’d be alone. no distractions.

she sighed, finally closing the door and turning back towards the group, who paige really wished weren’t in her living area right now. there was almost never a quiet moment with them, some small chatter always being made and in this case, a lot of it being loud. paige couldn’t help but smirk as she made her way to the table, where a bag of fries sat waiting for her, courtesy of jana.

“what’d we miss?” kk teased, her eyes showing she was genuinely curious as if she were living vicariously through her. she sat on the arm of the couch, arms crossed and waiting for a response to every question everyone threw out. yes, every question.

“yeah, how’d that tutoring session really go?”

“we know this bitch doesn’t need help in algebra.”

“not too much.” paige shook her head, the grin on her face refusing to fade as she shoved a few fries into her mouth. “y’all are wild,” she said, her voice lighthearted but she was clearly pleased with the attention. “but it was good. real good.”

“real good, huh?” jana chimed in, raising an eyebrow as she leaned against the armrest. “so, are we talking ‘tutoring good,’ or…?”

“or ‘get a room good’?” ice finished for her, snickering.

paige rolled her eyes, but she couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled up. “you know what? believe what you want,” she concluded, sitting down so she was still facing her teammates.

nika’s voice cut through the noise, a hint of seriousness in her voice threading through her usual teasing tone. “so, what are you gonna do about naomi, though?”

the question hung in the air for a moment, and paige paused mid-bite, her expression faltering just slightly as she swallowed her food. she knew they weren’t just asking out of curiosity, they were looking out for her, but she still felt the shift as much as she didn’t want to. naomi wouldn’t be an actual issue, right? paige didn’t even know if it’d last long enough for it to. actually… who was she kidding?

she adjusted her posture, dragging her hand through her hair. “they’re not even dating,” she said, as if that was an actual answer to nika’s question. shit, everybody’s question. “exes in some rekindling process, i guess—but i’m shutting it down.”

the group got loud again. “oh, that’s really convincing, paige,” aubrey said through ragged breaths.

paige made a face, tossing a fry at her. “man, what are you talking about?”

aubrey leaned forward. “nothing. just, you’re saying they got history?” she cupped her lips, beginning to chuckle as if she knew paige was in trouble. maybe naomi wasn’t just an obstacle the blonde could ignore, and an actual issue if she was actually interested in liana.

alright. maybe she has some things to consider.