Takemura .

[stcclcdhonor]

❝ I am bound by honor. ❞

A study in LOYALTY ― displaced honor, TRAGEDY, and consequence. A walking contradiction between order and CHAOS ― faith and FUTILITY. Old-world samurai code and CORPORATE DYSTOPIA.

GUIDELINES // HEADCANONS // PROMPTS

[stcclcdhonor]

been holding off on making this post for a while... but it is high time i made it. i will be putting all my blogs on hiatus, I'm not certain for how long, but it could be indefinitely as i am growing increasingly busy. one thing many if not all of you dont know, is that aside from my regular job, i am an actor. i have been working my ass off to get more and more credits as my ultimate goal is to settle into acting permanently and make it my career. i have a few auditions and projects coming up that have stolen my time and i just dont think i can write anymore. (': anyway, it has been fun. i hope everyone is well during the heightened stress of americas events, and in life in general. <<3 maybe someday i'll be back around! until then, farewell.

[stcclcdhonor]

hello - hello ~ stopping by to say I miss you guys 😘 working on replies but of course delay because of a busy work schedule! also... as i was working on said replies, my template for my icons got deleted, basically, because the app i typically use for editing decided it hated me and spazzed... so i will be working on an entirely new icon template, which will delay responses further. 🙃

[the-rp-atelier]

|| ⋆｡‧˚ʚ🍓ɞ˚‧｡⋆ 𝚃𝙴𝚇𝚃 𝙼𝙴𝙼𝙴

(Add "+🔁" or "+ reverse" for the reverse)

[ TXT ] : are you alive or just ignoring me with flair? [ TXT ] : i just saw a dog that looks like you. explain?? [ TXT ] : okay but like… what did we do last night?? [ TXT ] : i’m at your door. with food. open up, coward. [ TXT ] : why do all my worst decisions involve you? [ TXT ] : i tried to be normal today. didn’t work. [ TXT ] : i think i made things worse. again. [ TXT ] : do you remember what you said? because i do. [ TXT ] : if you don’t respond in 5 minutes i’m declaring you legally dead. [ TXT ] : just saw someone who looked exactly like you. panic ensued. [ TXT ] : are we still mad at each other or can i send memes again? [ TXT ] : you’re lucky you’re hot because you’re deeply unhinged. [ TXT ] : i miss you. there, i said it. happy now? [ TXT ] : your voicemail is full, rude. [ TXT ] : why does your drama always become my drama?? [ TXT ] : hey. i’m sorry. can we talk? [ TXT ] : do you want the honest answer or the nice one? [ TXT ] : i said i was fine. which is code for “please ask again.” [ TXT ] : i’m pretending to be busy but really i’m just thinking about us. [ TXT ] : i think we accidentally trauma bonded.

[leneemusing]

send [ WITNESS ] for receiver to kill someone in front of sender.

send [ OBSERVED ] for sender to kill someone in front of receiver.

[stcclcdhonor]

thinking about how takemura would be the kind of man that if his partner never wanted a sexual relationship he would be entirely okay with that. like the kind of man that would love you, unconditionally, endlessly, without needing to objectify you or get his own physical pleasure from you, but just take care of you as the disciplined, guarded and respectful man he is.

[stcclcdhonor]

[ JOSHUA ]

✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐀 𝐂𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐒 .    

Silver optics fixed, a discreet bio-scan flickering across interface as Takemura's gaze lingered on Evelyn. Sharp — assessing, as if weighing every word, every subtle twitch of her expression. He did not need an introduction — her name, her connections, the way she inserted herself into Arasaka’s business, all of it was already etched into his memory; if not for the thorn in Arasaka's side, then for her thief companion.

With precision, Goro adjusted the collar of his coat, posture stiff, soldier-like despite the exhaustion gnawing at him.

❝Safe place…❞ He echoed, voice carrying the low, deliberate cadence of a man accustomed to caution. ❝In Night City, such words are… optimistic.❞ He noted, studying her a moment longer before inclining his head slightly. ❝But I will not insult you by pretending I do not require it. Too many eyes search for me tonight. Too many knives wait in shadows.❞

Takemura took a step closer, boots heavy on the floor and yet silent. As he towered her posture, his tone lowered to something more personal. ❝You know who I am. You know what danger I bring with me. Yet you offer shelter. Tell me—❞ his eyes narrowed, ❝—is it mercy you extend? Or... strategy?❞

He did not smile, but his words carried the faintest undercurrent of challenge, probing her intent as much as he acknowledged his need. / @d0llchip

[stcclcdhonor]

not sure if everyone here has read through my rules (i would certainly hope so 👀) but i do have a dead dove warning in there. that being said, i think i am going to post a one-shot i wrote as takemura on a rather disturbing mission. it could be turned into a plot/open... hmm...

[ohisms]

✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐀 𝐂𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐒 .    (  a collection of  action prompts.   feel free to reverse roles as desired. this prompt will be updated.  )

[ REDWOOD ] sender lashes out at receiver when it isn't their fault.

[ WILLOW ] sender embraces receiver in a moment of extreme distress.

[ PINE ] sender fervently resists receiver's attempts to comfort / care for them.

[ BIRCH ] sender finally ends a tense argument by reaching out to apologize.

[ POPLAR ] sender mentors receiver through learning a new skill.

[ PALM ] sender and receiver avoid / ignore the stresses of real life together.

[ ELM ] sender lends receiver aid in a time of urgent need.

[ MAGNOLIA ] sender, believed to be dead, arrives at receiver's door.

[ DOGWOOD ] sender gifts receiver a token of good luck / protection.

[ MULBERRY ] sender and receiver take a long walk through nature together.

[ HAZELNUT ] sender begrudgingly patches up receiver's wounds.

[ CAMPHOR ] sender suddenly pushes receiver out of danger's path.

[ CASHEW ] when they're finally alone, sender invites receiver to dance.

[ LAVENDER ] sender lays their head in receiver's lap and closes their eyes.

[ BEECH ] it comes to light that sender has betrayed receiver.

[ HIBISCUS ] sender invites receiver to go traveling with them.

[ HICKORY ] sender pushes receiver to admit that they need them.

[ MAPLE ] sender shakes receiver's shoulders, begging them to wake up.

[ CHERRY BLOSSOM ] sender revels in receiver's beauty, stunned.

[ JOSHUA ] sender offers receiver a safe place to hide / crash .

[ ASH ] sender and receiver become reacquainted after many years.

[ FIG ] sender, knowing receiver is hungry, pressures them to eat.

[ YEW ] sender beckons for receiver to join them in the water.

[ CYPRESS ] sender shamelessly flirts with receiver.

[ LINDEN ] sender cares for receiver, who took a hit to protect them.

[flytangent]

for the current photo challenge. plus a bonus shot of goro looking so very cute and annoyed. @takemuraphotochallenge

[neur0cursed-deactivated20250927]

A breath, control, centering herself to the moment at hand, her first orgasm still sending subtle pulses of even hungrier desire pinging at every nerve ending, both synthetic and organic. She couldn't help but stare at every movement Takemura made. Fluid, none too hasty, but not sacrificing any ounce of temptation on his part. Controlled desire. Something Eris found very attractive and very rare in her experiences.

She let herself relax a moment as she witnessed his revealing himself to her, following the falls of his hair to his shoulders, eyes lowering to map out every detail. The art on the skin, both scarring and the intricate shapes and lines of tattoos. Meaningful ones, she noted. Not the kind that most get to make simple statements. This was a ritual. Eris couldn't help herself; she first felt the muscle where his shoulders met his chest, sliding down, fingers tracing both scar and tattoo, amber optics following her trails until they reached a series of scarring in particular. They were very deliberate. Deep once. A story behind each, she was sure, but these had a heavier weight to the tale. Eris found perfection in the imperfect and focused on it. A tale for another time.

She blinked up to meet his gaze again, expression alluring, before her eyes would naturally, and curiously stare at his hands, now working at his pants. Part of her wished she could have clicked his belt away, and removed the rest. But she would let Goro present himself as he saw fit this time. Just as she would...

The meeting of their eyes met again when she bit the lower corner of her lip and smirked, clearly very enamoured by the revelation of what she was in for. Eris had a mind to lean forward and give in to the senses of taste, but instead, his hand tilted her head up, causing Eris to still herself on command and follow his guidance.

Allow. Definitely one way to put it. Eris would allow that, much, and more if he so wished it. She just felt that wish to do whatever it is he pleased. While also doing as she pleased. If they were anything alike intimately, then that would be one of the foundations of their love language.

"I understand why you seek my approval to allow it..." Eris started, straightening herself a little, her hands finding the zipper along the nape of her neck. "But you don't need to ask. I give you permission to take." The subtle sound of a zipper, long against the span of her spine, loosening the fabric around her shoulders and chest. Eris shimmied a little, removing the velvet dress from her torso first, using her hands to get it passed the wider segment of her hips, before her legs would work in tandem to slip it off the rest of the way.

She was pale as snow, akin to a fresh layer fallen overnight and untouched. Eris possessed subtle scarring of her own, obvious blade wounds, bullet ricochets, and the like. But it wasn't enough to break too much of the RealSkinn's implemented smooth nature. Everything moved, folded, and felt organic. Militech really didn't spare expenses. A project so tactfully and carefully put together.

For Eris, she had to nullify the feelings of shyness. She was confident enough, but Goro meant more to her than scratching an itch. He was seeing her. As human as she looked, Eris would always feel inhuman.

To give the same in return, Eris too leaned her hand back at the base of her ponytail, removing a silver pin, letting obsidian locks fall. Her hair was thick, soft, and very lengthy. Their now loosened state falling to her hips, the ends pooling on the couch around her.

With her eyes on his, she leant in, one hand taking his quite lovingly, her lips playing at his chin with a soft kiss to start. The hand she took was gingerly placed just below her diaphragm, as if to say 'feel me as you please.'

Eris's free hand was brought up to her lips, where she gave her palm a slow lick, then lowered to take the base of Takemura's member in said hand and slowly stroked. She pressed her lips to his in a short and very soft kiss. "I want you more than what intimacy will allow." She raised her hips, guiding the head of his cock between her already slick petals. Her free hand went to the base of his jaw, palm on the front of his throat. She kept her face close to his, sharing pleasured, gentle breath. "Feel me. Have me." A whisper, the hand around his member giving a firm enough squeeze to demand his attention. "Don't ask me. Just take me, and let go." Her teeth just barely nipping at his bottom lip as before, eyes raised to his.

She guided his cock to tease at her entrance now, brows furrowing just barely, letting out the smallest gasp against his lips to share, making Goro feel just how eager she was. But she would only tease. "Don't hold back."

[stcclcdhonor]

Nihonga. Art. That is what she resembled with golden optics staring longingly up at him, coaxing hands and a body that burned beneath his touch. Cool fingers warmed as his thermal ratings heightened under the pressure of his blood ― pumping more vigorously at the sight of her vulnerable body; exposed. Just for him.

Goro's hand twitched ever so slightly, pads indenting into plush skin atop armor to feel how her lungs inflated with each breath of anticipation. It was intoxicating ― Eris was intoxicating. Selfishly, his gaze lowered, raking carefully over porcelain skin ― a doll, no, not the kind to be used and discarded, but the kind to be honored and cherished for many years plus more.

The reinforced muscles of his chest flexed ever-so-slightly as her alluring words seeped into his senses like a spell, the slightest crack in his discipline giving way as he allowed himself to stare ― to really look at her. Teeth clenched at the realization, and yet he reminded himself... Dog town was a lawless place to be. If he so desired, perhaps it was okay to take, just this once.

As quickly as the permission left sweet, plush lips that teased and tempted the sharp edge of his jaw, there was a subtle shift in his demeanor. Still, ever so precise, and yet there was something else there. A new, forceful sense of intensity that radiated as that fleeting amber glow of his optics met her eyes once more. The warrior paused a moment, body almost rigid as his gaze met her lust-filled eyes, holding them for a moment with a new tension there. It was building, palpable and suffocating within the room.

He watched the deliberate lick of her delicate hand and felt the grip of her around his heated girth, his mouth parting with the sharpest of huffs he ever allowed her to hear.

Had it really been so long since he allowed such a maneuver? A connection? Yes. There was no honor in distraction.

Instinctively, both hands met her hips, fingers indenting into skin as she stroked his cock, guiding him to her like a woman with purpose ― determination. And he felt that determination burning right through his aching nerves. Takemura swallowed hard, remaining in that impassive, practiced composure as she teased her entrance with the sensitive head of his cock, encasing the both of them in his excitement and her cum. He leaned close, pressing his forehead against hers in a way that spoke volumes of just how much restraint he was giving.

A low growl rose from his throat before finally his hands linger, sensitive haptic pads mapping out her body ― reading her every subtle cue. Sensing every micro-response to his length which threatened to plunge inside her warmth. He felt her ― her body, drawing him in and as he resisted, throbbing in her tight grip. She was art. But she was wicked.

❝くそ,❞ he swore beneath his breath, hands gliding back down to hips before in a split second, he was on her. Entirely. With an overwhelming swiftness she could barely perceive, her legs were up, ankles draped over broad shoulders and his hands pinning her hips down into the couch, just one of his knees indenting into the cushions as his other leg maintained the structure and balance of his body.

Goro's optics scanned down her expression, eyes slightly narrowed with need and yet half of it filled with warning. He leaned his body closer, her thighs moving with him til his chest just barely touched her breasts. ❝I have spent a lifetime restraining the body Arasaka has forged me in...❞ The words left in breaths brushed deep against her lips as he finally pressed forward, his form inching into her heat, slowly, enough to feel her stretch around him and tease her at the same time. He paused just before he was half-way inside.

❝Without control...❞ His cock twitched between words, allowing her to adjust to his size. ❝I am... dangerous.❞ Takemura lifted his head, only slightly to meet her eyes again. He held her shimmering gaze in a way that expressed the relief that came with the discarding of remaining the perfect bodyguard. Disciplined ― to the point of obsession. But not anymore ― not while she made him feel safe.

With one last look he met her mound, sheathing himself completely within her in a sudden motion. His eyes closed briefly, head tilting in the pleasure that pooled at his gut as she took him in entirely. His hands moved, sliding to squeeze her thighs when he finally began to move, starting at a steady pace, before he hastily began to pick up, relentless but not careless.

The samurai looked down at her, brows lowered and lips parting with harsh, controlled breaths, a way to gauge her senses all while thrusting into her organic silk. ❝You will tell me if I hurt you.❞ Its spoken as a command, not a question.

[stcclcdhonor]

i just find it kinda funny that after everything they had been through, johnny still approaches ai alt with a, ❝alt. how long you gonna be pissed for?❞ ):< LMAO

[stcclcdhonor]

a concept: a partner who surprises goro with a cute street kitty they brought home, only to name it some food/tea name like matcha to have him like. 🤨 ❝Matcha... you choose name from tea?❞ and in private, he just calls the cat 守り神 (guardian spirit.)

[crispyrice42]

Sliver fox

[kmnysak]

[melanassa]

Saburo doesn't deserve that he bows so respectfully before his engram

[stcclcdhonor]

❝The shower is... not meant for two.❞ ... ❝This is... unusual. Showers are a practical necessity, not a social activity.❞ says a conflicted goro to a stubborn v who i know is going to convince him to get into the shower with them