This is one of my favorite RX7's from when I was a kid. It looks like something out of Tokyo Xtreme Racer. It was owned by the manager of Advan Wheel Designs.

heid / age 24

(( did i tell u guys i'd actually made some significant progress on my rpgmaker game about heid's past crew / him as a young man? this is like a TINY graphic used in game but I actually really like how it looks. owo more in taggos i miss u guys ))

One day i will own! #cars #youngversion #jzx100 #drift #toyota #scans #friendswithin

up above

clouds and people

aren’t all that different,

we’ve both seen the sunrise

and also seen moonless nights,

risen above and flown at heights

fallen back down more than twice,

been radiant and cheery,

dark and down,

but always hoping that the wind takes us

a little closer to the stars.

-Anna

Cold frozen ground crunched under FP’s leather boots as he approached the Smith residence. Under normal circumstances the serpent tried his best to stay away, in hopes of not catching Mrs. Smith coming or going. FP was there to pick up Alice as a few new members were being welcomed at the Wyrm that evening. “AL!” FP struck the door hard with two firm knocks.

@fallcnintohell

“Ouch!” Lucifer winced as he bent his wing away, trying to get it out of Raphael’s grip. He looked over his shoulder, glaring. “That hurt. I thought you knew what you were doing!” He was always a little more… intense when injured, however, not meaning anything actually rude towards his sibling. “Or are you just as bad as Michael, and this is your way of lecturing me over what happened?”

Brothers can be such babies

Raphael smacked Lucifer’s shoulder, pulling the feather free of it’s damaged socket. "It was damaged. I needed to pluck it so I can heal it properly. And it only hurt because you’re squirming. Sit still.”

“🖊+an chibiRodri“ x3

@stellar-fiore

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Send me a “🖊+an OC“ and I will talk about that OC! It can be a headcanon, a fun fact, a small paragraph of backstory- anything!

Feto Rodri(?) como joven ya era un conocedor de armas y estrategia, según mis fuentes ya estaba casado con Jimena pero decidí omitir ese evento y hacer como, aja tomemos la boda de Rodri y Jimena y lo adelantamos un poquito mas a una edad donde me escandalice menos(?)

Para este entonces estaba curtido de artes de pelea y todas esas cosas, pero no sabia ni leer ni escribir, que es cuando la amistad con el rey Sancho me empieza a enternecer y agradar por que gracias a el fue que aprendió aquello indispensable, también fue Sancho quien le regalo Babieca ( aunque según otras fuentes, mas concretamente un documental basado den su infancia, se dice que Rodrigo fue quien escogió a Babieca, quien era el potro mas feo del establo, lmao(?) )En el #Fateverse tenia pensado finalmente(?) que MiniRodri fuera Servant de un magus independiente, me vi tentada a que el mismo magus descienda de la sangre de el cid y decir esta frase super melosa de: “ La mismísima sangre me llamaba y acudí a ella “ asi todo bien gey y que el magus estuviera tipo: “Ah, pero yo queria al carismático “ mientras ve una foto de la estatua del heroe(?). Claro, el magus ni idea que su antepasado fue ese heroe XD, pero tengo que ordenar bien todo por que esto es solo uno de los borradores que tengo :3c asdfds;

We got featured on #youngverse need y’all to comment how you feel about it <3 https://www.instagram.com/p/BygZ6xiJaIa/?igshid=kkzlyg5oze1t

Border BCNR33 vs Biot FD3S

📚: Young Version

at first - he hated him.

the golden laurels of a god could not convince heidegger to like the man; after all, he'd grown around riches himself. been raised well within the bosom of wealth; the man's money - does not impress him. nor does his attitude; the saunter of a man with the world at his feet ( and beneath those feet, heidegger ). employed as his loyal hound - adorned with a collar labelled 'property of shinra'. of course, he'd never dwell on such a thing - never allow himself the time to think too hard about his role.

for heidegger - this is a job. a way out. freedom from the small white room with the padded walls - freedom from needles and pills; the attempts, time and time again to have him forget his past.

just how could he forget what had happened when he feels their ghosts beside him - he doesn't carry the weight of the dead on his shoulders but he, instead, stands on top of them. had used their corpses to climb and climb - had reached the top and realised even then -

that hadn't been enough.

still he stands beneath another - beside president shinra. a man whose eyes are cold, and his soul - more-so. he is stern and he's unfriendly, but as if a switch is flipped; to the public, he's respectable. though only around ten years older than heidegger himself, the man carries an air around him. an air of authority - of superiority. for a man like heidegger - a man in his mid twenties; still bright eyed and bushy tailed but very much baring the scars of yesterday - shinra seems almost intimidating.

he reminds him of the great glacier - the chill heidegger had felt since then, still not quite shifting from his form. when he's beside shinra, the chill grows - grazes skeletal fingers up his spine; leaves him with a shiver and a grimace.

for now, shinra's looking directly at him - a cigar between puckered lips - icy blues unmoving from heidegger. and though the man's features are young, handsome even, his features are almost expressionless.

"i trust you'll deal with them-" he utters, words quiet and yet not without their edge "the protestors- that is."

for days now they had been plagued with reports of protesters unhappy with the development of more reactors. eco-hippies intent on spoiling shinra's exploits. of course, they could do nothing. for every picket sign they'd brandish, the soldiers would wield a gun.

"o-of course, sir-" he speaks - eyes quickly dropping to the floor, a growl beneath his breath. so long in the hospital has left heidegger tired-looking. a twenty-six year old man though one not without stubble on his chin, hair overgrown ( in style ) but unkempt. muscles still kept prim but not the posture to show such a thing off. in truth, beside shinra - he looks a golem. a hunched figure basking in his master's shadow, a man ripped from sleep to deal with enemies - he cares nothing for. and shinra? the pristine president - golden hair and azure eyes; his suit, perfectly fitted for a lean frame - his features, sharp. he looks a god.

and though heidegger holds resent between his teeth - and amongst his stare - he'd not act on such a thing. instead, he would part a foot backwards, bow once again before he takes his leave. do his very best to impress - his very best to serve. because what is he without him?

nothing.

A collection of wheels i dream to have! #friendswithin

Dear Ma,

thank you

#spilledink #poetry #loveformom #loveyouma #She #Her-o #unconditionallove #youngverses #poeticsoul #herlove

30 Days Letter Challenge! Day 23: A Letter To Young Version Of Me #30DaysLetterChallenge #YoungVersion #HearttoHeart #Advises #Past #Future #Memories #Pain #Failures #LessonLearned http://thebetterme.net/30-days-letter-challenge-day-23-a-letter-to-young-version-of-me/

@chuckxalmighty (birthday week fluffy starter call)

“Daddy look!” She’s holding a small green bird. “It’s for you.”

This is Quanika when she was younger (16) and in high school, before she changed her whole look and got a little chubbier. Let's just say she'd be a lot different than she is now if she hadn't made one decision. #art #myart #drawing #illustration #sketch #doodle #cartoon #myoc #oc #megasocs #quanika #young #youngversion #highschool #16