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that is what I want🥵🔥

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✌🏻photo for who？

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WTF…My account seems to be dead again🙂

Tumblr I hate you…you cold-hearted software, I will never forgive you, never…👿👿👿

I'm going to watch you forever……👀

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wait for you.

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I noticed in the Japanese version of the message that Takemura mentioned "許嫁：engagement," which I believe to be a translation error.

This error has spread in the form of rumors, with tales of Goro Takemura be married circulating widely in both China and Japan.

This is my thought that Takamura couldn't possibly be married.

obligations→Work

I still have work in Japan, but if I didn't work for Arasaka, you know I'd really like to be with you…

(I still have work, so I can't stay in Night City all the time, so I'm sorry.)

obligations→Family

I have a family in Japan, but if I didn't, you know I would really want to be with you...

(There's not much to savor in this sentence, is there? Anyone with a shred of humanity wouldn't say something like this, right?)

He mentioned his background, his grandmother who loved telling stories, his father who was a chef, his mother who was nowhere to be found, and his only friend, Oda; he talked about being selected for Arasaka, being the top student in school, joining the Arasaka special forces, being handpicked by Saburo as a bodyguard, and the prideful expression when mentioning Saburo Arasaka, all of which show how much he trusted and was open with V. He possessed enough sincerity.

The emperor of a business empire, the bodyguards he relies on are absolutely not allowed to marry. A family means a weakness, a lack of the resolve to die, so how can they fully ensure Saburo Arasaka's safety? Nicely put, they are close bodyguards, but more bluntly, he is“men of sacrifice” Someone as loyal as him would do anything for Saburo, including giving his life.

Such a person, such a humane individual, I do not believe he would hide his marital status while casually engaging in flirtation with V. 

It's time to clear Takemura's name...🙏🏻

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What are you thinking about？

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Night City Couple❤️

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Whose dog is lost? He has been crying😥😥

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hot...dog..hotdog...🥵

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Condescending…

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Looks like someone can't wait, huh?

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「 The Warmth of the Coat 」

(Goro Takemura x V Essays Collection)

A black coat that didn't belong to him was draped over the dining chair, as if still retaining her warmth.

His hand hesitated mid-air for a moment before gently resting on the soft fabric, as if brushing against her shoulder. He should have felt her hair grazing of his hand.

He carried the jacket to the sofa, unfolded and smoothed it out, then meticulously folded it into a neat little square.

The room was now only illuminated by the light from the television, casting its glow on his face.

His thumb repeatedly traced the creases in the fabric, his well-defined fingers gently caressing the jacket's refined collar, as if touching her charming and elegant collarbone. His fingers slowly slid down to the buttons, His mind conjured images of her neck... her chest..

​

No, no... He stopped his own thoughts, it was too... too strange.

He lay down on the sofa and closed his eyes to rest.

She lowered her gaze and tucked her hair behind her ear, the metal studs in her ear catching his eye and making it hard for him to look away.

She had some glossy lip gloss on her lips, what would it feel like, what would it taste like?

He reached up to touch his burning cheek.

Her scent lingered on clothes, constantly wafting under his nose... He hugged the jacket to his chest, as if receiving a hug from her, greedily breathing in and savoring the moment, immersed in her lingering fragrance and his fantasies.

Just this once, just for tonight.

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This is exactly what I expected 😭 He often changes burner phones, but the ones V has messaged him on, he keeps. Every time he changes phones, he marks V's number and name in the contacts.🤭🤭

Goro Takemura Headcanons <3

A few mild NSFW points!!

He struggles with separating himself from his work

Lost after losing his long time career

Blames himself for the loss of a man he considered a friend

Has never experienced unconditional love

Doesn't really know how to person or think about himself

Taking care of him would make him melt think washing his hair

Loves cyberware traces it with his fingers

Like having his hair pulled

Would moan if you bit him

Would cook for you at all times

Keeps every. single. thing. you have ever given to him even kept the burner phones with a few random messages

Inexperienced

Takes it slow, loves to please

Gives off scary and strong, but actually a mushy guy

Avoids eye contact

Not big on pda, but could be seduced into semi-public

Crazy strong without cyberware would lift you

Slow to come out of his shell

Would let you see little slivers of himself as his walls came down

Would get distracted by you and begin to fumble

Gets a little silly when drunk

Deep sleeper when he's relaxed

Secretly starts loving nibbles and finding him little things while out

Can't wear "normal" clothes just awkwardly stands there contemplating his life choices

Struggles to let go of control

Sends pictures with weird angles

Has a good rapport with Viktor

I could literally think about this man for hours and I have, hope you enjoy some of my headcanons!! I truthfully don't know who originally posted the in-game pics (I found them on pinterest) please comment if you do know!

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Takemura's Diary:Wait for me,Valerie

The sun was perfect that day, and I found myself lost in the sight of her profile.

She laughed with a fiery and radiant joy, half-buried in the grass. The green blades intertwined with her hair, red and green blending together like a painting.

She spoke a lot, just as she always did, but I could only stare at her lips moving up and down. Her stories flowed through my heart, and I didn't know how long I could stay by her side.

She always said I had no expression, that she couldn't tell if I was happy or sad, always just sitting there woodenly by myself. If I forced a smile, she'd say it was so stiff it was better if I didn't smile at all.

I liked it when she pressed her face against my chest, when I could smell her hair, when she couldn't see my expression. It didn't matter if she saw.

My greatest fortune is being able to stay by her side.

She gave me a lot of security. She told me I didn't need to keep checking if she still loved me, if she still cared about me. But I often feel like I'm not good enough. I'm always uneasy. She's young, beautiful, talented, and her world is so rich.

Valerie, she colored my world with her hues.

As my hair turns white, I fear separation, even holding her in my arms cannot fill these emotions.

I often feel sad, and when she can't see me, every time I think of her, my heart aches like it's pierced by needles.

She's only gone for a moment, yet I can't stop thinking about her.

Valerie, my source of illness, my painkiller.

She gives me equal love, infinite tolerance, and a home I can rely on.

But I have nothing to give her, too little to offer.

She kisses away my tears, she fills the void in my heart with herself.

I try to keep up with her steps, and she stops, offering her hand to me.

Wait for me a little longer, Valerie.

Kiss me one more time, Valerie.

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His pupils were like silver crescents…🌙

🥵🥵🥵

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I'm tired…

Give me a hug…