#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. 

[luvcrs]

@shcrtnctice ♡'d for a starter / inspo (second bullet point !)

of all the blind dates naomi had been set up on, this had to be the worst one as her ex was currently sitting across from her. "well..." she laughed nervously. "fancy meeting you here."

[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?”