#op i am shaking the bars of my enclosure

[90sbee]

i literally have no words... how does it feel to write a masterpiece... i am crying...sobbing even... this is so perfect so beautiful like holy shit op u deserve HEAVEN !!!!

Wordlessly, Leon turns to you and zips it up himself. Of course he does; that’s just Leon.

the way it is second nature to him to help reader... i am unwell :)))

When he looks up at you, he looks less like your partner and more like someone you’re meant to love. An ache resonates within you, a need to reach out a brush your fingers through his darkened hair.

why is ur writing so fucking beautiful like seriously.... THE FEELS THE FEELS !!!

You hate this; hate that he makes you feel this way, hate that he is so beautiful, hate that you can’t seem to shake this deep seated love you harbor for him. You miss him when he looks away and you remove your hand.

the yearning the pining.... so relatable i am going to scream KDDJFDKSF

His legs are angled toward you like he only plans on talking to you.

STOP MY HEART CAN ONLY TAKE SO MUCH !!!!!! HELP jdkfj AAAA

That’s the best way to describe how you feel when you look at Leon: aching. It’s desperation, an aching need to touch and hold. It’s not exactly love, but you don’t have another word for it. Maybe devotion? Looking at him feels like the first time a child sees a kitten. You’re like me, soft and lovable, and we should stay together.

gosh op i want to hug u like fr this is so so so gorgeous... i am melting

You agree, not that you could deny even if you wanted to. He’s looking at you like you’re someone he’s meant to love, like you’re more than just his partner. His hand slots against the curve of your waist like it was made specifically to be there. He’s warm and smiling, and you think maybe he’s had a bit too much champagne. But you like him like this. Who knows when you’ll see him like this again?

you have no idea how much i adore him and i'm like. going feral like i just need to take care of him and make sure he drinks water and eats properly and just keep him warm and safe and aaaAAAAAAAA. ur leon is so precious i'm crying

Perhaps, in another life, you would see this as a win. The man you’ve spent most of your life following around and yearning for seemingly returns your affections, and you are about to deny him. Admitting it out loud makes it real, makes it mean something. What happens the next time something goes wrong out there? The next time he does something heroic? Everything will be much too real, and much harder to bury. You blink at him, looking at him for what feels like the very first and last time. He’s still Leon; scruffy stubble, blue eyes, and warmth. He’s still Leon, teetering on being your Leon, and you’re not going to let that happen. You, again, are going to deny yourself from what you want.

OP I'M GNAWING AT THE BARS OF MY ENCLOSURE PLEASE PLEASE DKJFD AAAAAA

“I love you,” he says. Your body goes cold. “That could be the stupidest thing I’ve ever said, but I feel like you should know that before you make whatever decision you’re about to make,”

please this is so canon leon i am sobbing on the floor

“We take risks for a living,” you say. He opens his eyes to peek at you through his lashes. “What’s one more right?”

MY POOR HEART OH GOD OH GOD !!!!!!

devotion

summary: because love doesn't quite capture it | leon kennedy x partner!reader

word count: 2.4k

warnings: depictions of injuries, angst if you squint, mentions of alcohol consumption, yearning, mutual pining, partners to friends to lovers

notes: BACK FROM THE DEAD W A VENGEANCE. my semester has finished and my second one doesn't start until january so i will be posting for once. college is kicking my ass like all the time so it puts everything else on pause for me anyway ily all | ao3

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The dress feels itchy against your skin. You don’t want to go to this event, so you can’t imagine how Leon feels. He doesn’t even like when you thank him for doing the dishes, so you wonder how he might behave up on a stage to receive a medal. You stretch behind you, reaching for the zipper. Wordlessly, Leon turns to you and zips it up himself. Of course he does; that’s just Leon.

“This is weird,” he says. It’s barely a whisper, breath dusting over your shoulder as he says it. You nod with a sigh.

“I wouldn’t say weird,” you return. You watch his eyes in the mirror. They hover somewhere on your forehead. “Not normal, but not weird,” “I think it’s weird,” he says, and steps away. You nod again, because what else can you say?

Working with Leon has its ups and downs. He’s too quiet some days, and you have to fill in the gaps yourself. Or he’s too loud–sometimes without even saying anything–and you have to figure out how to deal with it. Or he’s just Leon; he laughs and jokes, he helps cook dinner, he doesn’t talk about work. You like those days the best. Had you seen these versions of Leon when you were assigned to him almost ten years ago, you would’ve laughed. Ten years ago, you couldn’t imagine being this close to someone, to care as much as you do about someone you’re paid to be around.

You suppose there’s layers to it, layers you haven’t fully unraveled yet. You know only a few things for certain: Leon is your partner, he is also your unofficial roommate, and you care about him more than you care about others.

“Are you ready?” he asks. He’s standing in the doorway of the bedroom, the light from the hallway making him look like an angel descending to relay a message from God. You swallow and nod.

“Just need my shoes,” you say, moving to the bed and sliding your shoes across the floor to be in front of you. Leon bends down without a word to help you fasten them.

When he looks up at you, he looks less like your partner and more like someone you’re meant to love. An ache resonates within you, a need to reach out a brush your fingers through his darkened hair. He shifts his gaze to your upper arm. Gingerly, he runs the tips of his fingers over a scar that spans from your elbow to your clavicle. It’s ugly and red, courtesy of the nasty burn you’d sustained there a few years ago. The ridged skin is unfeeling as Leon skirts his hand across it, tracing it from your elbow to your shoulder.

“I remember when you got this,” he says absently. His fingers dance across your skin, and you wish the scar didn’t run so deep so you could feel his ministrations. “Thought I’d lost you,”

He says nothing more, just stands up and offers his hand to you to help you off the bed. You take it, and he hauls you up with ease. He twists out of the room like a ghost. You follow him, like you always do.

The scar is one of a few you’ve come to own. You remember the day you got it, too. For whatever reason, you replay the moment in your head over and over in the taxi on the way to the gala. It makes your skin burn.

It was supposed to be a normal day, a normal mission. Go in, extract, get out. Three simple steps that you had done a hundred thousand times before. Leon stood beside you, always offering to enter a room first. You’ll admit, years removed from the situation, you should’ve been more careful, should’ve listened to what he was saying. But you were so angry at him. You felt weak, unnecessary. You remember shoving past him and through a door you hadn’t known was connected to a trigger. Almost as soon as your boot touched the concrete on the other side of the threshold, your hearing went out. It felt like you were standing miles away from a nuclear blast, and you had felt the effects of the delayed shockwave. You were knocked to the ground in an instant, but you didn’t feel pain–not yet at least. When you woke up in the hospital a day later, Leon was asleep in the chair beside you.

“Don’t ever do that to me again,” he’d said. You vowed not to.

“Do you think they’ll at least have an open bar?” he says now, drawing you back into the world. You turn away from the window of the cab to look at him. He’s staring at his hands, forcing a small smile.

“They better,” you say, reaching over and settling a hand on his shoulder. He looks at you. “It’s the only reason I’m going,”

This turns his smile genuine, and he even offers an eyeroll. You squeeze his shoulder, bracelets jingling with the motion. His eyes are on you, and you feel as hot as fresh sin. You hate this; hate that he makes you feel this way, hate that he is so beautiful, hate that you can’t seem to shake this deep seated love you harbor for him. You miss him when he looks away and you remove your hand.

The gala is overwhelming. Leon stays near you, hand hovering near your own. You wish he would reach out and take it. You debate the consequences of doing it yourself.

Breath hot on the shell of your ear, Leon whispers, “You think our taxes went into this?”

You suppress a laugh, tightening your lips into a thin line to fight a smile. “I wouldn’t be surprised, but I’ll pretend like this was all donated,”

“You can consider taxes a donation if you really think about it,” he says, gliding across the floor with you toward an empty table. You snort.

“I think that depends on what your definition of donation is,” you say. He pulls out your chair for you before pushing it in, then takes his own seat beside you. His legs are angled toward you like he only plans on talking to you.

“I think you underestimate my ability to bend definitions to suit my needs,” he says. You laugh again.

You like this version of Leon, and you know that it won’t last very long so you should hold onto it while it’s here. An old jazz song rings out from the speakers across the hall, and the lights catch his eyes just right. They’re really blue, as true blue as blue gets. They’re your favorite shade of blue. If you could paint your living room that color, you would. It’s a soft blue, like the crest of a wave blue, like the sky just after dawn blue, like two perfect oceans set into his skull. There’s a hairline scar that runs between the crows feet of his left eye, one you ache to reach out and trace.

That’s the best way to describe how you feel when you look at Leon: aching. It’s desperation, an aching need to touch and hold. It’s not exactly love, but you don’t have another word for it. Maybe devotion? Looking at him feels like the first time a child sees a kitten. You’re like me, soft and lovable, and we should stay together.

“Have you listened to anything I’ve said in the last few minutes?” Leon asks, putting a hand on your knee that brings you back to the gala. You suck in a breath and shake your head. He smiles wide. “Quit staring at me, makes me feel like I’ve got something on my face,”

“You’re pretty,” you say before you can stop yourself. Maybe pretty is the wrong word, but you don’t know what the right one would be. He’s handsome, sure, but handsome doesn’t encapsulate the way his lashes flutter against his cheekbones or the way he blushes when you smile at him. “Sorry,”

He’s grinning now, giving your knee a squeeze. “You flatter me,”

An hour later, and he’s being called up on stage by your director, who intends to decorate him. You’re beaming with pride, even though you know Leon is dreading this moment. He stumbles across the stage. Cameras are flashing, and you can almost see Leon cringe between photos. He’s off the stage a few minutes later, heading straight for you. You grin more, knowing that he’s choosing to seek solace in you, in your company. He wraps you in a stiff hug that loosens as it endures. You laugh into his shoulder.

“Don’t let me do anything heroic ever again,” he mumbles, burying his face into your neck. You bark a laugh.

“Yeah, okay,” you agree. “I’ll make sure to step in next time,”

In an act that surprises you, Leon tugs you toward the dance floor. You must look wildly confused because he explains, “Just this once. Just one dance,”

You agree, not that you could deny even if you wanted to. He’s looking at you like you’re someone he’s meant to love, like you’re more than just his partner. His hand slots against the curve of your waist like it was made specifically to be there. He’s warm and smiling, and you think maybe he’s had a bit too much champagne. But you like him like this. Who knows when you’ll see him like this again? You stare at him, intent to memorize his features and the way the light catches on the bridge of his nose.

“You’re staring again,” he whispers. You smile sheepishly.

“Never seen you like this,” you reply. He bows his head to chuckle. “Not sure I’ll ever get the chance to again,”

“I’m sure you will,” he says. “You’re the one who brings it out of me,”

You roll your eyes. “I’m more convinced it’s all the free champagne we’ve been drinking,”

“You can believe whatever you want, sweetness,” he says, spinning you. “I’m telling you the truth,”

You’re both giggly and joking the whole way home. Leon has you wheezing about something you can’t remember as you step into the apartment. Tears rest at the corners of your eyes. You shove him playfully. He follows you from room to room like a puppy, making you giggle and flash a smile as you clean up for the night.

You crash onto the bed, warm and light from the night, and reach to take off your shoes. Leon stands in the doorway, watching you. The light from the hallway gives him a halo. Your feet ache as you release them from their prisons, and you glance up to see Leon smiling at you. You return it with the cock of one of your brows.

“You’re pretty,” he says by way of explanation. You feel heat snake up your body. His hands are stuffed into his pockets, hair slightly messy from where he’s run his hands through it, and the first few buttons of his shirt are undone. If you weren’t as shy as you are, you’d probably move to touch him.

Instead, you huff a laugh and toss your shoes to the floor. “You flatter me,”

When you stand and begin to move around him, he grabs your elbow. “I mean it,”

Perhaps, in another life, you would see this as a win. The man you’ve spent most of your life following around and yearning for seemingly returns your affections, and you are about to deny him. Admitting it out loud makes it real, makes it mean something. What happens the next time something goes wrong out there? The next time he does something heroic? Everything will be much too real, and much harder to bury. You blink at him, looking at him for what feels like the very first and last time. He’s still Leon; scruffy stubble, blue eyes, and warmth. He’s still Leon, teetering on being your Leon, and you’re not going to let that happen. You, again, are going to deny yourself from what you want.

“What are you thinking?” he asks, voice barely above a whisper. You take in a shaky breath. He’s still holding you, but his touch is a ghost on your flesh.

“Leon, I don’t know-”

“You know that one Frank Sinatra song?” he interrupts. You gape at him.

“Why did you ask if you won’t let me answer?” you huff, crossing your arms over your chest. He returns his hands to his pockets.

“Predicted where it was going, figured I’d circumvent it,” he admits, the corner of his lips turning upward slightly. “The song he sings with his wife?”

You shrug. “Maybe? What’s your point?”

“I love you,” he says. Your body goes cold. “That could be the stupidest thing I’ve ever said, but I feel like you should know that before you make whatever decision you’re about to make,”

Your face breaks out into a grin, and you laugh in spite of yourself. “I’m sure you’ve said stupider,”

Whatever worry was on Leon’s face dissolves, and a real, full smile splits across his lips. He takes your face in his hands. He holds you delicately, like you’d break under the slightest pressure. To be fair, you feel like glass at the moment–if glass could have legs made of rubber.

“This makes it real,” you say. He swallows. “No going back, no forgetting, no pretending. When something happens, it will be real,”

“That’s a risk I’m willing to take,” he whispers. “It’s worked out for us so far,”

You’re not sure who closes the space first, but it matters little after it’s happened. His lips are gentle and giving against your own. Your hands splay against his sides, using his suit jacket to pull him closer. His hands wind into your hair. There’s a desperation behind his movements, one you’re all too familiar with. After what feels like hours, he breaks from you, leaning his forehead against yours. His breathing is labored, you can feel it in his strong chest beneath your hands.

“This is real,” he says.

“We take risks for a living,” you say. He opens his eyes to peek at you through his lashes. “What’s one more right?”

He grins and kisses you again.

[skelabra]

Babe wake up new Mine card dropped

[mythiica]

Myth congrats on all of your new followers!! ❤️❤️❤️ May I get a Modern!AU slow burn fic ending in fluff for either Ieyasu, Mitsuhide, or Shingen? Tbh, I'm having a hard time choosing who, please choose whichever one inspires you! I trust your decision hehe 😊

Title: Modern AU! Slow Burn

Fandom: Ikemen Sengoku

Character: Ieyasu Tokugawa, Mitsuhide Akechi, Shingen Takeda

Genre: mini fics

Warnings: none

Intended Gender Audience: Female Audience

Word Count: each is about 700 words x 3 = 2100 words

POV: second person w/ (Y/n)

Other comments: im insane so im doing them all as mini scenarios; i decided to use the official art of what jobs they would have in an AU setting, hope you like!- 

Ieyasu - Animal Kisses

“Hold her, will you?”

          You do as you are told, allowing Ieyasu to wrap the fawn’s leg with a bandage. It squirms in your grip, but you keep the animal in place the best you can. Once he smooths down the edge of the wrap, Ieyasu gives you a short nod, letting you know he has finished. The fawn stands up and takes a few steps with her newly bandaged leg before licking Ieyasu’s cheeks.

         He stands there, rather unamused, but accepts the creature’s kisses without saying anything. The deer also nuzzles its head against Ieyasu, but then he promptly picks her up to return her to the enclosure.

         “Aww! She likes you~” you tease as you follow behind him. “Thank you for helping her. I was really worried when I saw the blood this morning. I thought that something had broken into the conservatory, but she just fell over a broken branch.”

         “Don’t thank me. It’s my job.”

         “Still though… all the animals here like you. You have a special connection with them.”

         Ieyasu presses the button for the intercom. “Can someone come get Twyla? She’s ready to go back. Make sure she gets antibiotics in her food for the next six meals. If she comes back looking worse, I’m blaming you lot.”

         Your pager pings, so you pull it from your pocket. “Oh…” you mumble dejectedly.

         “Something wrong?”

         “No…” you reply, “I have to go to the other side of the facility to help one of the bush babies. It seems like one of them got stuck in a tree hole and is a bit too pudgy to get out.”

         Ieyasu chuckles slightly at this. “They have been putting on more weight than usual. Perhaps they are trying to bulk up for mating season?”

         Of course he has a reasonable answer for this. Ieyasu always knows everything about every animal in the rescue center. He also is always so kind to any creature that comes into his room.

         “I’ll see you around, then,” you say with a wave. “Bush babies to save...” You bite your lip and fumble with your fingers. An awkward silence passes between the two of you before you escape from the lab.

         Ieyasu lingers in his spot, leaning against the metal table, and thinks for a moment. He brushes off the notion and turns around to tend to some files for incoming animals.

         An hour later, a knock at the door coaxes him from his work. “You again?”

         You laugh. “This time, I am the patient.”

         He raises an eyebrow, to which you raise your finger and show him the smallest trickle of blood going down your finger. “Mating season indeed. The male attacked me when he heard the female squeal as I tried to remove her.”

         “That stupid saucer-eyed cotton ball,” he curses. “Come here.”

         Your heels click against the tiled floor as you walk over, and Ieyasu grabs your hand to inspect the puncture wound. “I washed it before coming here, but I didn’t know where we keep the medical supplies that are… well… for humans. I guess I’m too new here!”

         Ieyasu rips open a small alcoholic wipe and cleans your finger before applying a bit of cream to it and wrapping a band aid around it.

         “What’s my prognosis?”

         “You’ll live,” he replies. “Just make sure you wash it when you get home and keep it covered while you work.”

         “Thank you, Dr. Tokugawa.”

         “Don’t call me that. It makes me sound old.”

         You cover your mouth and laugh. Placing your hands back in your lap, you look around at his lab to avoid sparking up further conversation. But the, Ieyasu clears his throat, and you immediately worry that you intruded on something.

         “Oh! Sorry. I should… be getting to lunch. Thank you again.”

         This time, when you turn to leave, Ieyasu is not so quick to let you leave.  “Would you like to stay here and eat?”

         “I thought we were not allowed to bring food into the labs.”

         Ieyasu points at the tables. “I sanitize these at least forty times an hour. My floors are cleaner than the cafeteria tables.”

         You can’t hold your smile back and nod your head enthusiastically.

Mitsuhide Akechi - Late Nights at the Precinct

You turn the lights out and close your office door behind you. The lock clicks shut, and you begin to walk to the front doors to leave the precinct. With your hands on the door bars, you catch a glimspe of Mitsuhide in his own office. He is hunched over his desk, reviewing papers for a recent case he took on.

          Up to now, you have only heard whispers of the famous Mitsuhide Akechi –  he was a legend in Japan for solving the most difficult of cases. People said that it took him three days to find an illusive serial killer that had evaded the police for nearly a year. You wonder if he is really as ruthless as they say. Not only was he extremely good at his job, but people claimed that he had more connections to mafias and gangs than anyone in the country. This earned him the nickname ‘kitsune’, as he could shape shift to fit his needs for the case.

         You knock on his open door and lean against the doorframe. “Burning the midnight oil?” you inquire, trying to sound cool.

         He looks up, his golden eyes seemingly piercing through you. Mitsuhide takes his glasses off and leans back in his chair. His hand shifts, moving the case file over the papers so that you cannot see them. Of course he is guarded. He transferred to the Tokyo division only recently.

         “Is it really that late? I hadn’t noticed.” Mitsuhide proceeds to stand up and stretch before sauntering over to you. “And what is a little mouse as yourself doing here at a time like this?”

         “I had to finish a report for a case I just closed.”

         “Oh?”

         “Kidnapping,” you explain.

         Mitsuhide’s eyes shine. “I don’t think we’ve properly met, Detective…?”

         “(Y/n) (L/n).”

         “Ah, of course. You helped with the Yandere Killings last year, didn’t you?” Mitushide refers to a string of murders that happened over the course of a week early last spring. They were strangely consistent with murders that happen in the game Yandere Simulator, hence the name ‘Yandere Killings’ was coined for the case.

         “Yes, but I didn’t do as much as you did, Detective Akechi. After all, you caught the person who was doing it.”

         Mitsuhide smiles, accepting your praise happily.

         “Sorry to bother you, I just saw your light and…” you trail off, not really knowing how to explain why you stopped by.

         “It’s no problem.”

         Indeed, Mitsuhide was keeping his answers short as to avoid complicating the conversation further. You wonder if he ever let anyone in. Shaking the thought from your mind, you bow your head. “Best of luck on the case you are working on now. I will take my leave now. Goodnight, Detective Akechi.”

         “Goodnight, little mouse.” He stays in his spot as you leave, only moving from the doorframe until after you have exited the building.

         The next morning, when you enter the precinct, you can see Mitsuhide sitting in your chair from the main hall. “Hello Detective Akechi. What brings you here?”

         He brings his feet down from your desk and looks at you. “I came to ask you a question.”

         “Okay. Shoot.”

         Mitsuhide clicks his tongue. “Do you suppose it is possible that the murders from the Back alley case were moved there?”

         You tap your finger against your chin, pondering this idea. “I haven’t reviewed the case file in detail, but there wasn’t any evidence that they had been killed on the spot, right?”

         He nods. “Smart mouse.” Mitsuhide seems to really like this nickname. “Does that not make it kidnapping, technically?”

         “Well…” you think back to your years of training, “Not always. Kidnappers are not always motivated by a murderous intent. Unless the victims were held captive and then killed, I don’t know that… wait…” Something seems off. Why is he asking you this? Mitsuhide is smart enough to know the answer himself. He could just as easily look it up. Why bother to com ask you directly?

         Mitsuhide tips his head and looks at you as if he is analyzing you.

         “Are you asking me to work this case with you?”

         The corners of his mouth curl upwards into a sly smile. “How perceptive.”

         You laugh. “You could have asked me or put in a request with–”

         He stands up and pats your head, ruffling up your hair. “Yes. I could have. But I wanted to test you. And you passed, little mouse. Congratulations and welcome to the homicide division.”

Shingen - Etude in G# minor, Op.25; No.6

He plays with the grace of a swan gliding through crystal clear water. His fingers glide across the keys, creating beautiful harmonies that echo throughout the concert hall. The rest of the symphony has stopped playing, allowing him to continue with a piano solo.

          You find it strange – you have heard this particular piece, Rachmaninov’s Piano Concerto No.2, but the way Shingen Takeda plays it… he transforms the piece and brings the audience along for a mystical ride along with him. You would not be surprised if there were people moved to tears. In fact, when you inhale, your chest rattles with a surpassed cry.

         Shingen ends the song, keeping his finger held down on the key for a bit longer than was supposed to, but no one notices because the hall erupts into applause. You have been attending concerts for many years, but this is the first time that people throw roses onto the stage.

         He picks one up, and when he smells it, his gaze locks with yours. You are not too far in the back, and nor are you very close to the front, so this catches you off guard. Your stomach does flips in your abdomen when he winks. If Shingen Takeda was anything in addition to one of the best pianists in the world, he was the biggest flirt in the world as well.

         The concert dismisses, and crowds run to the exits in an attempt to catch him before he leaves. When you enter the main hall, you hear screams from behind you. A mob of young women runs straight for you, but before they make impact, a strong hand wraps around your waist and pulls you out of the way.

         When you look up, you nearly lose your breath – Shingen smiles at you with that charming smile of his. It melts your bones and steals any words you could have said in the moment.

         “Careful there,” he purrs, dipping his head closer to you, “an angel like you should watch her step.”

         Your heart thunders in your chest, and you pull to get away. The crowd of girls has circled around you, trying to get a piece of the action. Shingen pays them little attention, and actually seems saddened that you have moved away from him. “You played beautifully tonight, Mr. Takeda.”

         “Hearing that, from you, is a gift in itself.” The women all swoon simultaneously, but Shingen tips his head slightly when you do not fall for the same sweet talk.

         “Thank you,” you say quickly before escaping the crowd.

         The next day, you return to reality and your job as a hostess at a high-end restaurant. You arrive a bit earlier than usual so you can help set up the tables for dinner. The restaurant sits on the top of a skyscraper-hotel. As soon as you come out of the elevator, you nearly drop your phone because you see Shingen Takeda sitting at the piano in the middle of the dining hall.

         He plays as beautifully as he did last night, putting you in a trance that nearly makes you miss getting out of the elevator. Skittering out from the elevator, you try to find one of your coworkers and ask them to explain why Shingen is there.

         “Oh, the boss asked him to make an appearance tonight and play for the guests. Did you not get my text?”

         You look down and realize that you have gotten a message from her, but you were busy ogling Shingen to notice. Inhaling, you shake the nerves off and collect some table cloths to go cover the tables. Deep down, you pray that he doesn’t notice you, but when you hear him whistle, you know you’ve been found.

         He waves at you, and you know that he won’t stop until you visit him. “Hello again,” he greets, “it must be fate that allows me to see you again today, my angel.”

         “I’m not your angel. I work here.”

         Shingen runs his hand through his hair. “Tonight, I will play whatever song you wish. Tell me, what do you desire?”

         Rolling your eyes, you smirk. “Chopin's “Etude in G# minor, Op.25; No.6.” It was one of the most difficult pieces you knew, so you threw it at Shingen in an attempt to deter him.

         Instead of being discouraged, he smirks and nods. “A fine choice. I will make you proud, my goddess.”

         You pause. “Uh.. angel… is better than goddess.” A blush spreads across your cheeks as you say this, but it only makes Shingen laugh.

         When guests begin to arrive, Shingen finally starts to play the song you asked for. As he plays the first few notes, you stop and turn to look at him. The spotlight is focused directly above him, catching everyone’s attention. Your heart shatters as the minor undertones take over because he is that good.

         Snapping back into reality, you take a group to their table. On the way back to the front, you stop by the piano and place a flower on the music stand. He smiles at you, but continues to play.

         The music wraps around you, enveloping you in the strong emotion he pours into the piece. Of course he does. He is Shingen Takeda after all – the world’s best flirter and pianist.

[epersonae]

ok, so. @emi--rose took the 58 page google document of tags (etc) copied from the notes on this post (approx Sept 14 2022 - June 25 2023) - pulled out all the cruft, usernames, purely organizational tags (WHO ARE YOU PEOPLE WHO ARE JUST TAGGING THIS #gif OR WHATEVER), did some Thematic Analysis and came up with a categorization of tags. list at the top, the full madness of it all below the cut. Thank you Emi for your service, I kept getting lost in the sauce trying to organize my thoughts/these tags, much like people getting hypnotized by the gifs themselves.

also, thank you to the Usual Suspects for the most delightfully wild discussion yesterday of this gifset and our reactions to it. "jungian archetype" and "Elemental Plane of Horniness" indeed.

finally, thank you to the op for this amazing gift and for changing our lives (no I'm not kidding).

Themes!

Licking/Biting

Calling him a slut

Deranged horniness

Regular horniness

Absurdist horniness (there was a LONG discussion of deranged vs absurdist, and the overlap)

The Bit

Existential Crisis

Confusion

Being personally victimized/Anger

Tuesday/Calendar

Dunking on Jeremy Renner

Impure thoughts about Rita Ora

Tits

Unintentional hypnotism/fixation

Inflicting this on other people

And then the long list, which warning: VERY LONG. (like, 10 pages in GDocs long)

If you have any disagreements with how tags are assigned to themes, go yell at @emi--rose :D

Categories/Themes: 

Licking/biting

#we don't have any snacks aside from the highly detailed sensory landscape of imagining what it would be like to lick that nipple #but that can also be nourishing if you do it right i#hey bro your nipple looks cold lol if you need somewhere to keep them warm my mouth is always an option ahaha just saying#i mean what #prev i want to say same but i was never breastfed so can’t relate#but yes. Nip #:licks: #i need to lick #i want to lick him#i mean 👀👀👀👀 #i don't think i've ever needed to lick a nipple so much in my life???#the hand over the groin too tho #still looks like a banana costume#but also i want to bite him #taika your tit is out and i'm gonna bite it#*chomp* #I know there's a million and one fics about this but#what do you think that nipple tastes like? #i am hyperfocused and i need to suck it #oh i want his boobs in my mouth so badly #i am chomping on that nipple like a horse#is that to much? whatever#its christmas im allowed to

Calling him a slut

#god bless that absolute slut of a man #whore (x2) #king slut 🕳️🚶‍♀️✌️ #he's such a slut 💕 #hussy#slut even #....................whore #my god what a whore

Deranged horniness

#always wild to go back and find out what unhinged tags I put last time I reblogged this #posh sexy banana taika #you know how when you sweat in something made of polyester and it just always smells like sweat afterwards#this jumpsuit is still out there somewhere#just a time capsule of taika sweat smell #do you know that video of a hamster first sniffing and then biting that dude’s nipple? yeah. #i am on my knees suckling at his titty like a baby cow #i have a complete sensory experience of this tracksuit in my head#due to all the imagining ripping it off him #do you ever consider the noises that this polyester tracksuit would make#just swish swish swish #blast from the past#sweaty nipple taika gifset#did I hand out buttons with this image on them at ECCC??#MAYBE SO #i would fucking eat him alive #h. hello#👁👄👁#*shaking the bars of my enclosure* HELLO!!!!!!!!!

Regular horniness

#looking disrespectfully #i miss his curls#bring those BACK #hello… #mhm mhm mhm (x2) #fffffffffffff #hmm. yeah. okay. Okay #god. Anyway! #hes............................hoti#god i love being bi #taika my beloved ❤️#ugh!#he's so hot #😳😳😳 #these gifs always make me feel something ((horny)) #🧎🧎🧎 #this is hotter than porn#EVERY TIME it comes up again i just want to f------#UNSPEAKABLE THINGS#the thoughts running through my head are obscene#lord just one night with this man is all i ask #none of the words I want to say are in the bible#biting gnawing chewing etc #I am looking extremely disrespectfully #mmmmrrrghuhhhhghhh#I'm so normal about it teehee #serve #this is pornographic wow#trembling in the knees are u joking #taika waititi at his most peggable #get taika into my bed challenge#get taika to look at me like that challenge#get taika to fuck me into the mattress so i can't walk straight for weeks on end challenge #lord forgive me #the man is Fine #OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG#i will Never recover from these gifs#prevv cause yes true #MY BREATH HITCHED SO HARD#im just 🥴#can't believe my eyes#AAAAAAAAAAAAH! #sir?????? #banging my head against a wall #I love his fantail tattoo #i literally cannot imagine a finer man #oh my fucking god#I’m sweating#TANII#OH MY GOD#I’ve erupted into flames #looking so respectfully #gooooddddddddddddddd #i need him to do unspeakable things to me#and if you've seen me reblog this before mind your business #i don't have anything new to say#just continue to be extremely horny for this #oh#okay#favorite#uhhhhhhh hhhhhhhh #..............#no comment #i love his tattoo #hhhhhhh#i saw a man so beautiful i started crying #choosing to think before i speak. i have nothing to say. #also pls sir tell me i would like to achieve this gender #looking disrespectfully #imagine once he has all white hair #not a word not a peep from me im not saying anything im silent as a lamb#🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴 #😳 #i want to do unspeakable things to this man #arf arf #I am unwell #not that i'm complaining#It's delightful#And as always#i am looking disrespectfully #...#*no words* #he’s trying to be silly but it’s still hot!!! #👀👀👀 #👀#i am looking respectfully #too many things to say all of them too much #holy mother of god #impure thoughts: some#i am looking and it is NOT respectfully #I am looking and it is NOT respectfully #every time I see this my mouth waters#👀👀👀 #what a beautiful man#things that are pretty#<3 #okay. okay. #AWOOOOOOGA????? AWOOGA #nip sliiipp 🎶 #platonic husband #oh fuuuuck #god that one nipple #he's so so so so hot#I'm on my KNEES

Absurdist horniness

#the psychosexual equivalent of day old hair gel #human cigarette butt #the inherent eroticism of plastic zippers #sexy rip van winkle #i showed this to my husband#his reaction:#he's peeled like a banana #aotearoa i wanna fuck your dad #i have a brand#and that brand is thirsting after awkward old men#and this is hitting all the beats#unkempt hair#nip slip#whatever the fuck that jacket is  #this was a cultural reset

The Bit

#welcome to commit to the bit: sweaty nipple taika edition #just rb-ing from everyone #don't mind me #of course this again #well now you're in welcome to the club #on my dash#you know the rules#<- my taika tag is a v useful reference and also a chronicle of my descent into madness #Prev JOIN US#In the endless reblog chain#Now it's just a bit#A hot bit but a bit nonetheless #omfg tor you put this on my dash 3x in a row from 3 different people it was beautiful #sorry we did this to your gif set op #should i just reblog it from everyone#i think so #Nothing quite like seeing this and thinking 'hmmmm should I reblog'#And then SEEING MY GODDAMN NAME IN THE TAGS#(ahem)#So thanks miles lol #hey elaine the sweaty nipple taika gifset is circulating again this is for you #As seen in my notifications#Was JUST talking about this an hour and a half ago#If the usual frequency is every six weeks we might be overdue?#Sure that makes sense #queuing this up for a month from now when we need it again #oh are we doing this again?#[checks watch]#it has been about six weeks huh #you know the rules #sweaty nipple taika never dies#a nipple of great power #I was literally JUST thinking about this gifset and wondering if poor OP knows when they're about to get hit with another round of notifs#when Certain Usernames appear in the reblogs Again #taika#been a minute#time for another round #no but for real#i’m scheduling this one for a rainy day #sweaty nipple taika#<- to my beloved followers who are not insane. this is the tag to block if you don’t want to see him a hundred more times #oh HELLO#I guess we are continuing to pass this one around?#I recently shared this with some non-tumblr friends#and the reactions were *choice*#including the request 'post this every day' (in this groupchat) lol#I do keep thinking about *the hair* #on my dash again#you know the rules #god damn#must always reblog #feeling blessed to have this on my dash again#always reblog the taika nipple #kfjsgshfjgh here we are again #sweaty nipple taika has returned #LOOK WHO'S BACK#hello op we have returned to your notes#Also I do now own a tiny button of this image courtesy of prev #I'm uncomfortably obsessed with this gifset#Apologies both to my followers and op #hey op i wore a button of this gifset on my head all weekend #yeah we can pass this around the dash like a hot potato why not #ya let's just rb it again #Oh is this one going around again?#A crimbus present to me (and probably the usual suspects later) #hrj discord caused a spike in the notes of this post right?#I would be very interested in seeing some graphs about it #one more while it's going around #we're just gonna rb this a few more times maybe #another reblog for the road #hello again this gifset#there’s just a lot of details here that are really important to me #I'll always reblog#how could i not #Back to bouncing this one around I see #welp gotta put it back in the queue now#we will never escape #happy taika something or other #you put it back on my dash#now i put it back on yours#we are trapped in this cycle of thirsting indefinitely #I think we do this about every three weeks based on my browsing the notes#just bounce this image around a few times nbd …

Existential Crisis

#as i said in the carlita chat the other day#sweaty nipple taika has become a jungian archetype of our collective unconscious#not taika in general#specifically sweaty nipple taika #tho this somehow isn't even about taika anymore#sweaty nipple gif has ascended into some kind of spiritual symbol#of thirst #sweaty nipple give me strength #sweaty nipple tracksuit taika RETURNS#he exists as a symbol beyond his mortal form#powered by our desire to put his nipple in our mouths

Confusion

#what is going on here #why does taika always looks like someone that *looks like* Taika Waititi??#Like sir how do you look like an off-brand version of yourself #that looks so uncomfortable. man put your clothes back on#(this is a joke from your local ace) #(wait hold on this is before the bird on his chest? interesting. not important or useful but huh.) #The gif of all time#Sir what are you doing with your hair#I've seen this post a dozen times and still I cannot

Being Personally Victimized/Anger

#god not this again#dammit #sick. sick man. #not again #Good afternoon!#Never escaping this apparently#Not that I'd want to really #tits out taika back on my dash AGAIN#PLEASE Y'ALL I CANNOT COPE#if we see him fully shirtless in s2 i'm toast lol#i am GONE #I can’t cope#the eyes#i’m a puddle #SIR #excuse me sir#i can't breathe#taika please #how does someone even get that hot that’s not fair #lord STOP acting like I am one of your strongest soldiers #fucking hell#this gets me every time#and by gets me i mean makes me drool into the carpet#fucking hellllll#taika wtf#stop#no pls dont stop #I’m…#I…#how to function?#AAHHH #haven’t crushed this hard on anyone for years#help me#so sexy I literally can not #HOW DARE YOU!!!#put some clothes on man!!!#🔥🔥🔥 #put your nipple away!!!!!!! #i will Never recover from these gifs #fuck all the way off #UUgh GO AWAY #go fuck yourself taika #taika#stop#what the fuck #yeah okay#fuck me #SIR??#GOOD LORD???#WITH THE TITTY OUT AND EVERYTHING#he hurts my feelings a whole lot <3 #sir?!#pretty #excuse me sir? #mr. waititi sir...#what are you doing to me sir#i am so horny for him#get taika to look at me like that challenge#get taika into my bed challenge #god fucking damnit #it's mornifn here stoppp #SIR WHAT HTE FUCK#taika#👁👁 #go fuck yourself taika #oh my#sir you are being obscene #put your nipple away you are in PUBLIC #taika#WHAT THE FUCK #i might rb this a couple times#boy howdy the pure primal urge to rip off that track suit is strong#gif sets sent to personally destroy me #i will simply never recover#i will be haunted by this track suit til the end of my days #Images that live in my head rent-free#Sir this is illegal#I CANNOT #i don't thirst over men not even taika but this should be illegal#you agree #SIR #this gifset will be the death of me #god fucking damnit #jfc

Tuesday/Calendar

#it's waititty wednesday #sigh#taika tuesday#… #Also: jumpstart on Taika Tuesday? #HELLOOOOO BABY GIRL #TAIKA TUESDAY #lol happy taika Tuesday#turns out it’s not Tuesday#but what’s wrong with celebrating early?? #happy men thursday but it's tuesday #we love tiddies out on a tuesday #oh hello again this gifset#happy taika tuesday #hey babes it's#taika tuesday #the gif of all time returns#just in time for#taika tuesday#😅 #i have so many questions and I'm not sure if I even want the answers?#so I'll just keep reblogging it until the end of time I guess #happy taika I don't remember what day it is anymore day #happy taika I don't remember what day it is anymore day #the way I've been staring at this#good god #TITS OUT THURSDAY!!!!

Dunking on Jeremy Renner

#I wonder how jeremy renner feels knowing that this is the most interesting 2 seconds of his music video #a. i was like ''main attraction wtf is that'' and googled it. its a fuckin JEREMY RENNER MUSIC VIDEO #you are right#he is the main attraction #i love that this moment is the most rewatched moment in the video#sorry that’s all i can think of when i see this skfksdk

Impure Thoughts About Rita Ora

#god i hope rita pegs him every night #I did not need to see this right before i go to sleep#i wish i was rita ora tbh she is a very lucky woman

Tits

#tits out #breasts #tits out taika #i will always reblog taika titty #lmao#tits out #i cannot stopn staring. at his tit #b. holy mother of GOD his titties #tits out for upcoming taika tuesday #tits out tuesday #can't not reblog the tit #taika waitiddies 😫👌🏻 #boobs. #waititties! #your tits mate

Unintentional Hypnotism/Fixation

#yknow i don't think ive ever reblogged this and its fuckin time to change that #i see it i reblog it #yeah sure#i'll sit and stare at this for 10 minutes#again #anyways today I am once again fixated on the way his chest is like. heaving.#my dude #once again I am reblogging#sweaty nipple taika #images that permanently altered my brain chemistry #i just can't not stare at it for ten minutes #oh damn#sir 👀👀👀👀#i get mesmerized by this every time i see it #it’s not even moving bc I’m on the bus#but I’m pretty sure I have every frame of this seared into my brain #sorry everyone but this is the most gif set ever#we cannot escape #sure I'll stare at that for a couple of minutes before my next meeting#just like: whew sure ok#this is fine#in both senses of the the word/phrase #it’s like staring into the fucking sun#I’m truly sorry to the people who have followed me since last December and don’t know the HOLD this gifset has on me#I’m also truly sorry to the people who know what’s about to happen to me again #let's just keep this going#even tho it eats hours out of my day#cause i'm required to stare at the nipple for 15 minutes every time #'I'm not gonna reblog the taika nipple banana costume gifset'#alas here we are#its power multiplies everytime it appears on my dash i stg #i will stop reblogging this gifset once I have been released from the absolutely criminal hold it has on me but#that hasn't happened yet I guess because I just gazed at it for ten minutes #op do you know how this gifset has changed me as a person? #it's just so powerful #do you ever just stare at a man's nipple #oops someone reblogged it from me#for a second i was like maybe secret fic is a spell to break the hold taika has over me#sweaty nipple says no #the cycle of infinite thirst continues#who allowed him anyway #if i have to stop and stare at it#you have to stop and stare at it #sorry i tried to resist rbing this#but i have stared at it#for like a full two minutes#every time it’s on my dash#taika#fine#FINE #i can feel this gif set against my skin#strongly evocative of tactile sensation #while i'm reblogging stuff i've already reblogged today#this gif set is my personality now #such a powerful nipple #yea i do sometimes stare at a man's nipple 

Inflicting This On Other People

#i sent this to jams unprompted just because they should have a good monday morning #he returns to my dash (and now yours) once again #question tho:#(for science)#when y’all watch on repeat are you staring at his eyes or hand or nipple the most?#maybe this should be a poll #apologies or congratulations to my followers for subjecting you to this once again #I keep clicking into this tab to - I dunno - do something else?#and get bodied by this gif#so I'm making that everyone's problem #TIME TO REBLOG THIS#ofmd#i still can’t believe this gif exists #merry crimbus#merry crisis#here’s this gif again #doing my part to keep this gifset present in everyone's minds #lol this just showed up in the 'check these blogs' section#like sure I'll reblog this#let's just restart this again today like GOOD MORNING#also hey it is in fact#taika tuesday #had to scroll too far to find this so here it is again #why is this on my dash again. #relapsed #reblog #taika#just went searching for this gif to send to someone#and i had to scroll WAY too far in my blog to find it#so here it is again back at the top #every time i stop and stare at this#i'm gonna rb it and make y'all do it too #what if i just reblog it every time i see it

ngl maybe my favorite tag of all, just for the sheer irony of it: #i might rb this a couple times

Taika Waititi in Main Attraction’s Behind the Scenes