#naoki

[niidsch]

NANA DVD covers

[wilcze-kudly]

So one of my mutuals and I have been making this joke and its been on my mind for ages

Is this even a hot take tho

[nanaaiyazawa]

[mindless-self-contempt]

Some guilty gear music lines that play in my head 24/7 lately:

"Blue, Red and Black Paranoia!" from Alone Infection.

"Those who dream of heaven never last very long" from Hellfire.

"I'm not made to fit in this world, I just want to make a difference" from Symphony.

"I'm a Clown of Fate!!!" from Armor-clad Faith.

"READY OR..." from Ride the Fire.

"Patched-up liberty compressed the sky" from Let me Carve your way.

"Rub-a-dub-dub yeah yeah" from Extras.

And many more...

(I realized that I could spend my entire day here).

Guilty gear music is fucking great and carved in my head permanently, check it out.

Bless you Naoki and Daisuke Ishiwatari.

[pixlfr00t]

Guilty Gear fans after finding out how long they need to wait till Slayer’s release:

(One month… not very dandy of you Arcsys💔)

[emmatheward]

I miss michi

So do Baba & Aiko...

[thetruejerrycan]

Strive's soundtrack is incredible. I don't care who hates it, I appreciate Daisuke (the god) for being so experimental with it instead of just trying to make "fighting game music" or "Guilty Gear music" at that, and Naoki, AISHA, and Molly Daisy Scarpine are amazing vocalists

[wishingforatypewriter]

October 7: Connect + Only for Emergencies

Written (quite late) for Day 7 Whumptloktober. This one is about Naoki and San, Mako and Bolin's parents!

Naoki always took care before she spoke. She formed her opinions slowly, like water inching towards a boil, but once she came to a conclusion, that was that. And as she walked her boyfriend out of the charity hospital that night—after a check both she and the officer who responded to the crash had insisted on—she was more than prepared to put her foot down. 

“I’m sorry you had to come out for this, Nao,” San said with a sigh. “I’ll get you a cab back to the boarding house.” 

“I think we’ve had quite enough of taxis for today,” she replied. “We can take the bus back to your place.” 

San’s brow furrowed. “Won’t they kick you out if you miss curfew again?”

Naoki shook her head. “The matron wouldn’t dare while I’m still working for Miss Yui and her family. The Agni Kais run the whole borough.” 

San made a quiet sound of agreement, but his eyes were distant. 

“What is it?” Naoki asked. 

“I just don’t like you working for daofei. It’s dangerous.” 

“Dangerous? I sweep hair and make tea—sometimes mind the appointment book while Miss Yasuko is away,” she told him. “I’m much more concerned about you working such long hours that you fall asleep behind the wheel and crash your taxi.” 

“Nao, it was hardly a crash.” 

She waved her hand, dismissing the comment, as their bus pulled up to the stop on Zoryu Way. “You connected with a mailbox; it was a crash. And it’s only by Agni’s grace that you’re alive.” 

“I think the cab’s strong manufacturing also may have had something to do with it.” 

Naoki rolled her eyes. “At any rate, you can’t keep working like this.” 

“I need the money,” he told her. “Chow wrote and said my father’s heart has gotten worse, but they don’t have the cash to get him treated at the university hospital up in the Middle Ring.” 

Naoki nodded, her mouth forming a pensive line. “How much would you need?”

“Ten thousand yuans, at least. I’d have to drive my cab twenty hours a day to make that kind of cash.”

“I can get the money,” she said, Miss Yasuko and her pretty bags of cactus dust already coming to mind. An and Ummi were already selling in the shop. It would be easy enough for her to get in. Getting out, however, would be another story. “I have a way.” 

She had told herself that it was only for emergencies. This qualified.

[wilcze-kudly]

Should i keep writing this kid mako fic that will eventually turn horrifically traumatising and sad and angsty. Based on my headcanon that naoki was a tailor.

The basting stitch is a long, loose stitch designed to hold fabrics together temporarily, but is intended to be removed. The basting stitch was the first stitch of the many Mako had learnt from his mother. Simple enough for a child's clumsy hands. Little room for error under his inexperienced guidance of the needle. He'd started off small, stitching together the scraps that would one day become clothes, tablecloths, bedsheets and whatever else his mother (and her clients) could think up. Then, watching his mother deftly operate the sewing machine, hoping that, one day, he'd be able to do the same. Taking back the piece once she was done with it. Going to town on the basting stitch with the seam ripper, carefully leaving his mother's work untouched. He could sit in the quiet backroom of mother's store for hours, absorbing whatever she taught him, watching her work. His young, eager mind took to her teachings like a sponge to water.

Its a nice lil side project to my weilin stuff

[thatsitso]

Naoki Peacebringer 🌾

Commission for @/creations.by.khidae

[ponyoyoowo]

I am done at last! I was really looking forward to this project, it's the TRAPNEST poster made in my style <3 I hope you like it n-n

[hellgadiatriche]

September 2020

[forestfolke]

i like this picture of my ocs i think it's good

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