#naomi kimishima Tumblr posts

  • yrptraumacentermanga
    07.09.2021 - 1 week ago

    Mysterious things going on with Naomi and Navel and ho boi. Things be tense for Derek and Angie but looks like Derek has a plan. Let’s see what he does.

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  • yrptraumacentermanga
    24.08.2021 - 3 weeks ago

    Nice to see Angie believing in Derek’s abilities... Naomi, Navel... what are you two doing?

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  • theblueskyphoenix
    24.08.2021 - 4 weeks ago
    #trauma center #trauma center manga #trauma center under the knife #trauma center second opinion #derek stiles #dr. derek stiles #Angie Thompson#naomi kimishima#robert hoffman#greg kasal#manga#fan manga#manga dub
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  • olek-the-tortured-one
    23.08.2021 - 4 weeks ago

    kskskskskksssskssks persona 5 fans ksksks cmere cmere boys

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  • ct-multifandom
    18.07.2021 - 2 monts ago
    #naomi kimishima#tsukasa okino#dimitri allen #13 sentinels: aegis rim #13 sentinels#13sar#trauma team #trauma center series #trauma center#professor layton#unwound future #professor layton spoilers #13 sentinels spoilers #this didn’t post to the tags because I’m having issues with that rn so I’ll repost it once it gets fixed
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  • yrptraumacentermanga
    06.07.2021 - 2 monts ago

    Yeah, Naomi? Give that settling idea two more years. Just sayin’. Either way, proud mama moment. 

    #trauma center manga #trauma center#derek stiles#naomi kimishima #dr. naomi kimishima #dr. derek stiles #fan manga#manga#manga page#Healing Touch#atlus
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  • yrptraumacentermanga
    29.06.2021 - 2 monts ago

    Naomi’s not really one for jokes. Especially when it comes to story lore. But yeah long story short, you’ve got a super power Derek!

    #trauma center #trauma center manga #derek stiles #dr. derek stiles #dr. naomi kimishima #naomi kimishima#fan manga#manga#Healing Touch#Atlus
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  • yrptraumacentermanga
    22.06.2021 - 2 monts ago

    Lore time!! I’ve been waiting so long for this moment you have no idea!

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  • yrptraumacentermanga
    15.06.2021 - 3 monts ago

    Poor Derek looks like he's sitting in the principal's office.

    #trauma center #trauma center manga #derek stiles #dr. derek stiles #dr. naomi kimishima #naomi kimishima#fan manga#manga page#manga#Healing Touch#atlus
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  • yrptraumacentermanga
    15.06.2021 - 3 monts ago

    Hm... Sidney eh? We'll put a pin in that for now. I'm sure that'll come up later.

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  • yrptraumacentermanga
    08.06.2021 - 3 monts ago

    Oh?

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  • yrptraumacentermanga
    08.06.2021 - 3 monts ago

    Chapter title drop!

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  • yellowroseanddreamstorm
    02.06.2021 - 3 monts ago

    Mini bios for the main cast!

    #Trauma Center #Trauma Center Manga #Trauma Center Second Opinion #Trauma Center Under the Knife #Derek Stiles#Angie Thompson#Naomi Kimishima#Navel#Little Guy #Trauma Center The Manga Series #Atlus#aileen rose #yellow rose productions
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  • yrptraumacentermanga
    01.06.2021 - 3 monts ago

    Care to tell us what you’re talking about?

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  • yrptraumacentermanga
    01.06.2021 - 3 monts ago

    Meanwhile...

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  • yellowroseanddreamstorm
    18.05.2021 - 4 monts ago

    Poster design done for the 11th Anniversary of Trauma Team! Featuring the whole team! ;) If you’d like to snag a printed copy, head on over to my red bubble: https://www.redbubble.com/shop/ap/78526794?asc=u

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  • yellowroseanddreamstorm
    14.05.2021 - 4 monts ago

    Mom and daughter bonding.

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  • kimishima-naomi
    10.05.2021 - 4 monts ago

    miçanga

    https://archiveofourown.org/works/31194542 In response to Fly’s awesome fic - you don’t have to read it, but it helps with the context.

    Content warning: talk of less-than-great parents, as depicted by canon. Also, mentions of trans stuff, which, if you know Fly, shouldn’t surprise you.

    A headache is beating at her left temple – a soft, hot pulse compressing her skull. It's not a migraine, far from, but she still took a naproxen just in case it turns into one.

    Naomi isn't sure of the time. It feels like it's past midnight, but she can't bring herself to get up from the couch and get ready for sleep. She isn't even out of her suit yet.

    The living room is only lit by her laptop, an empty case file open on the screen. She avoids looking directly at it. Light feels too bright, like it always does.

    It was just a meeting. A talk with a friend and a colleague. You have no reasons to be tired.

    No, that's a transparent lie. Naomi prefers not to lie to herself.

    You're not calling it a trigger, are you? Of course not – it's as far from a trigger as this headache is from a real migraine. Just a...

    Like bumping an old scar the exact wrong way.

    She grinds her teeth for a moment. Bad habit.

    Shouldn't be this hard. Why...

    Stiles. She wouldn't have assumed he was a surgeon if she'd met him outside of work. Anything but. Stiles was a walking disaster area, a chronically late chronically messy chronically lost... absolute prodigy with a scalpel. Naomi knew a fellow prodigy when she saw one.

    Maybe even more so than you. She had to smile – Dr. Chase's stories about Derek blundering his way through exams managed to make her laugh like few things did.

    Despite it all, Stiles is... level. Adjusted. Not like...

    Naomi winces – not just from the headache. She has to think several times over to phrase the next statement to herself.

    You can usually tell, can't you. When someone's parents are... less than stellar.

    Takes one to know one, hm? Her lips move slightly, but she doesn't say the words aloud. Talking to herself has become a habit, and she wants it gone.

    Or... maybe that wasn't such a surprise, after all. Hearing these stories. About what Stiles used to be like – chronically... unsure of himself, unable to believe he could get anything right.

    That was telling.

    Self-doubt is the mind killer for a surgeon. Hell, on some level, Naomi was surprised Derek became one, after all. The man must've truly been determined. An iron will, buried... deep inside. Quite deep.

    She rolls her shoulders – straightening out mechanically, getting rid of the slouch she didn't know was there, taking a mandatory post-surgery deep breath.

    ...Her own family wasn't nearly that bad, of course. They just didn't care. That was fine by her – she'd seen otherwise in medical school, of course; classmates driven to near-suicide by pressure, weight of their medical clans on their shoulders-

    Maybe that's why she coped differently. Grit her teeth, soldiered on, forged herself as if into a scalpel. Forged herself into somebody, seeking... not mere attention, of course; admiration, respect she knew she deserved.

    You used to think it'd be better if they cared. Better to get a beating for a bad grade than know they don't care if you even attend school, right?

    Naomi winces again. That, again, isn't truth. Not quite – if she ever did think that, well, that was in early childhood.

    Her family didn't do anything all that bad. Except not acknowledging her existence after... that... happened.

    Not like they acknowledged it before.

    She chuckles softly, admitting the humor of that. No, they didn't.

    She never went back to Japan.

    All right, enough self-pity. This isn't about her, it's about Derek. And he got one rotten deal today.

    Mother's Day, hm? Explains all the diabetes-inducing posts across her feed, despite her social networks being purely for work.

    Frowning at the light, she checks her laptop. Second Sunday in May. That minutely annoys her – Thanksgiving and Easter are hard enough to remember.

    Stiles... She doesn't ever guess at what Stiles was like before transitioning. Nor does she want to guess – the mere thought would feel invasive like a burrowing parasite.

    But, whatever he was like in the past, he seems much better off now. Good.

    She rubs her temple – it does nothing for the headache, but the bracelet catches unfamiliar on her wrist. She hasn't worn those in a long time, bracelets or rings, strictly forbidden by sterility rules.

    Alyssa's gift. A handmade... misanga – she's sure that's Portuguese... friendship bracelet? It's a pretty one, shades of red and white – she knows that Alyssa knows she likes these colors.

    It means the world to her. Who'd have thought.

    She's still uneasy – a shard of some thought is lodged deep and painful like a splinter, something that angered her so much at the time that-

    Ah.

    Gently, Naomi undoes the fastener on the bracelet and rests it down on the keyboard. She's afraid she might break it – or anything that might get caught in her hands at this moment.

    Tama. The cat's name is unusually certain in her memory.

    Funny. She was never a cat person. She still isn't – Chloe, for all her softness, fuzziness, and... purr-iness, is a handful; from waking her up at four in the morning for an unscheduled portion of food (No.) to tripping her up in the middle of the night if she tries to walk somewhere without turning on the lights.

    But that cat is precious to Alyssa. And that means it’s precious to Naomi, by some extraordinary, transitional property.

    Besides, they both survived Rosalia. The critter was more resilient than she'd imagine.

    An endoscopy on a cat... at the time, she justified it to herself by thinking about the valuable data they might get from a feline survivor. But, the truth is a lot more simple. 

    This is a girl who just lost her family, and this is her ‘kitty’, and you'd be right scum if you simply put it down.

    Naomi rolls her shoulders again. Her fingers feel cold and heavy. The headache is worsening.

    She's pretty certain she's said something about wanting to die. Thought it, certainly. Anything but knowing how much of a fuсkup she-

    She stands up sharply. Those kinds of thoughts are best confronted in better lighting.

    The lights turning on earn a disapproving meow. She hadn't heard the cat sneak in. Figures.

    Maybe it wants to spend time with you.

    That's an unusually positive thought, and Naomi forces herself to welcome it.

    She sits back down, picks the bracelet up again. It flows between her fingers, coils up like a small living creature. She feels the rough weave slowly before fastening it on her wrist again.

    There's no point in that, not if she's planning to get some sleep anyway, and yet it's somehow very important right now as a... symbol? No. A promise to her kid.

    A promise to do better.

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  • yellowroseanddreamstorm
    10.05.2021 - 4 monts ago

    New poster design is gonna drop on my Red Bubble on the 18th for the Trauma Team anniversary. ;) Till then, a little preview.

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  • bluiestar
    28.04.2021 - 4 monts ago

    i always said lemon demon’s album spirit phone artwork suits naomi so well... so, uh, here it is lol

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