#sacredwarrior88

[karume-everything-else]

Hey there 😊 How you been?! 😃 It’s been a while!

May I please request headcanons for Light, L, and Matsuda reacting to their firefighter S/O who’s a captain sacrificing herself to save her team and giving them a heartfelt goodbye before she dies?

Heya! It takes so long to write because the plot bunnies don't like sitting still...

The despair he feels as the realization hits is overwhelming

He considers writing all of your coworkers/bosses/whoever was responsible for the fire in the Death Note

Eventually talks himself out of it because he knows that's not what you would want

Spends far too much time laying awake at night- thinking through the situation trying to find that one detail that would have meant you survived

He refuses to admit this haunts him as badly as it does

But he can't beat the allegations when he's carrying around your keys, old badges, and personal cell

The inhuman screeching he's doing, yelling at you to stop and let him help you figure out how to get out of there is nearly deafening to the people near him

Someone has to help Watari hold him back from running into the building after you

He goes into a bad spiral- listening to your final words on repeat, exclusively eating your favorite foods, anything that will make it feel like you're still here

The hours of research he does afterwards to figure out how you could have survived only makes him feel worse

Do not ask how he hacked into the body cams of your coworkers, or how many times he watched those videos just to see you in your final moments

Eventually he does calm down, but he has adopted your keychains and trinkets, they liter his desk/work area all the time

He sometimes talks to the trinkets when he's a little stressed

The helplessness he feels in this situation is soul-crushing

His coworkers have to stop him from overdrinking afterwards, they all go with him to keep an eye on him

But he is distraught, going out with your old coworkers at least once, maybe twice, just to hear stories about you

He managed to get a recording of your last words and a couple body cam feeds from them to help him grieve

He starts doing small things that you used to (like mimicking the way you'd tap a spoon against your cup or listening to your old playlists while cleaning) to help him feel better

He still keeps your coats and shoes by the door for a few months before donating them to charity- something you'd talked about doing anyways

[hoe4hotchner]

May I please request Criminal Profiling (Aaron Hotchner) for this lovely GIF?

Aaron's footsteps were heavy as he walked through the front door, the weight of the day clinging to him like a shadow. He didn’t say anything - he never had to. The moment you looked up from the couch, you knew.

“Rough day?” you asked softly, standing to meet him.

He didn’t respond with words. Instead, he crossed the room, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you tightly into his chest. His sigh was deep, his body relaxing as he breathed you in, as if your presence alone could ease the burden he carried.

You wrapped your arms around his waist, holding him just as tightly. “I missed you,” you whispered into his shirt.

“I missed you, too,” Hotch murmured against your hair. His grip tightened, but as you leaned further into him, the two of you stumbled. You gasped, your feet tangling together, and before you knew it, you were both falling - landing in a soft pile on the floor.

You ended up sprawled on top of him, your hair falling in his face as he chuckled, the sound deep and warm. “Well, this is one way to relax,” he said, his hands still wrapped securely around your waist.

[multifandomsimagine]

I got a ton of celebrity crushes but here’s my main one: Jet Li 😍

send me your celebrity crush and i’ll rate them

i don’t see the appeal not my type they’re okay i see the appeal but i’m different™ cute but on alternating wednesdays they have a kind face and that’s good enough pretty gorgeous i— i love? we don’t deserve them

He looks nice!

[lovelikewarcreations]

If you click on the source link you will be able to find 100 COMMISSIONED GIFS of actress GINA RAVERA as Faith in Soul Food (1997). These gifs were made by me and they were commissioned by @sacredwarrior88​ who wanted them to be public for everyone to be able too use. I don’t have any set rules on them just don’t claim them as your own. If you found these useful please like or reblog. You can tag @lovelikewarcreations if you make anything with these, I’d love to see them!  

Trigger Warning: Hospital scenes, smoking, drinking alcohol, kissing, sexual scenes, some nudity, knife/weapon, funeral, eating. Use source link to find all gifs.

[palemoonskin]

If you're still taking requests, can I please request headcanons for Joker, Ryuji, and Ann having a female S/O who's a supermodel but faces some ridicule and pushback because she's a dark-skinned black woman?

Aaaah, what a nice request! I had a lot of fun doing it. I hope you like it! ;n; Always open to criticism uwu (I'm so scared it could suck ahahaha help)

Headcanons, sfw, fem reader, romance, fluffy, mentions of racism

Joker

While he didn't become your boyfriend because of your looks, he's still amazed by how pretty you are. There aren't many black people in japan, even less models; but after meeting you he started to wonder why. 

He doesn't really care about fashion or modeling, but would support you nonetheless. If he has the time, he will always accompany you, support you in any way possible. 

He would definitely have a few fashion magazines with you in it in his room. 

He would soon grow addicted to the contrast of his pale fingers on your pretty dark skin. He can lay with you in his arms for hours, just looking at it. 

He would have no problem with carrying your bags when shopping, but he isn't that much of a help when it comes to the outfits itself; he thinks you're pretty in all of them. 

He's very attentive. He would quickly notice the difference between your career way and Ann's. You seem way more worn out, mentally exhausted than her. Morgana told him it was simply because of Lady Ann's general sunny-shiny attitude, but he wouldn't buy that. 

So one day, he would decide to ask you about it. You would sit at big bang burger together. He would watch the passengers pass by and it would take a moment for him to find the right words. Fortunately, he is a very direct and upfront guy. 

„… Honey?," in the literal softest way you can imagine, „Is everything alright at work?" 

And you would tell him. His usual stoic and unreadable expression would change into a worried face. Understandable, you are his love, after all. He would let you vent all you want. 

„Is there anything I can do to help you?" while he puts his fingers on yours, gently caressing your hand. 

And whatever it was, moral support, just a shoulder to cry on, more, less; he would do it. 

If he was ever with you while someone said anything inappropriate towards you, he would straight up confront them. He knows he has scary eyes, a weird, maybe even dangerous aura (to people who don't know he's an adorable dork). He wouldn't use violence, never, but he would make sure they felt terrible after it. He would try his best to talk some brain into them, making them apologize to you.  You know... Leader of the phantom thieves charisma.

„To me, you're the most beautiful and talented girl I've ever met. They're jealous."

„…  You're sooo cheesy."

„Only for you."

Ryuji 

Ryuji would love to show you off whenever possible. Everyone knows you're his girlfriend. Literally everyone. The rest of the thieves know your surname, your birthday, your favorite color and what you like to eat for breakfast.

It would be a God damn miracle if you didn't find out about his second life in the first month. He talks too much. Is way too excited. 

Ryuji wouldn't be interested in shopping clothes with you. He doesn't care about fashion and would rather do some other fun activities with you! Preferably something where he has an excuse to touch you or can show himself off. He's not visiting the gym for nothing. Hah. 

He would be obsessed with your hair. Prepare for cuddle sessions with him just stroking your hair, letting your curls plop, kissing them. Your hair is so soft and pretty and he can't get enough of it. 

He doesn't feel comfortable with the atmosphere of your workplace, but he would always pick you up after a shooting, asking about your day, maybe even wanting to see a few photos. 

Would love to hit the gym together! It would totally end up in a little, funny challenge of who has better cardio. After that, you both would grab something nice to eat. 

Ryuji would be the most oblivious to the situation. You would have to actually tell him first before he gets it. He isn't a bad guy, but maybe just a little bit… dumb. 

He would get angry. So, so angry. You would be the one who had to calm him down. He doesn't get it. Why would anyone treat you different, worse, just because you didn't look like the other models in Japan?! 

He will never understand how anyone could look at you and not immediately swoon.

If there was a rude comment towards you when he was with you, it would end in a fight. If you don't stop him, that is. 

He would also be in a lot of your comment sections in social media. No one is allowed to badmouth his girl. 

Ann

Ann would be so happy to have a girlfriend with the same passion! Not even a bit of envy or had feelings; she's just proud. 

She would love to help you with your daily make up! Finding new colors that fit your skin color and show off your pretty eyes and your plumb lips. She would definitely like to put a bit of glitter on your cheeks and absolute DIE at the sight of you. Also, white eyeliner and mascara looks so nice on you. 

“You look like a literal angel! I want to shower your pretty face in kisses!"

And she would. 

Ann knows everything about fashion and you both would go shopping so often. She would request outfits for you she herself can't really wear; she's too pale. She loves how soft brown and beige colors look on you, how white clothes just seem to shine on you, but even more how gorgeous you look in flashy colors. She had no idea that neon colored clothing could actually look good on someone! 

Prepare for a lot of selfies. 

Ann would love to do some sports with you and she would also LOVE to do your hair. If you teach her how to treat your cute curls. 

At first, she wouldn't notice. Because she never thought about it; she isn't black, after all. But soon she would notice it. The magazines, the online criticism…  it breaks her heart to see how hard working you are, how talented, just for people to reduce you to your skin color. She doesn't get it. You're doing such a good job; maybe even a better job than her. 

After a bit of thinking, she would realise how she used to see more models who looked like you back in Finland. But you were the first one she saw in Japan. 

Ann wants to talk to you about it, doesn't really know how, though. She would invite you for a sleepover at the weekend, snacks, music, doing each others make up, watching chick flicks and romance movies. She tries to be as sensitive as possible, because she noticed how it seemed to take a toll on your mental health. 

Ann would tell her manager, show them pictures of you, practically BEGGING for her studio to make a feature with you. „She's so talented! She's so nice! She does a really good job, but people can't seem to appreciate it!" 

She could go on for days. Weeks, if she had to. For you, everything. And it would work, sooner or later. You would have a shooting with her, featured in a well known and popular magazine. But that isn't enough for her. Just a bit more. She is active on social media and would use her gigantic fanbase to get appreciation for you. A few jobs. Connections. You're so pretty, you're doing such a good job, you only deserve the best. 

If there ever was someone who treated you bad because of your skin color, she would try to help you ignore it and next day talk to the other phantom thieves. There had to be something they were able to do. 

If you like what I write, please consider liking this post, or maybe even reblogging it! <3

[husbandomail-archive]

Congratulations on your new computer! 😃

May I please request headcanons for Joker, Akechi, and Makoto seeing their female S/O in a martial arts competition and kicking major ass?

I hope this is okay!! Ren has one extra point bc I couldn't figure out how to be concise lmao

Ren:

Ren is surprisingly supportive of basically everything you’ve ever told him; in fact, when you’d first mentioned your hobby, he seemed to already know a bit too much about it. He was chomping at the bit to attend one of your competitions, long before you had a chance to invite him yourself— and of course you agree.

As you stepped out of the locker room and onto the floor for your next match, you briefly scanned the audience for him— and almost cringed when you actually found him. Your shameless boyfriend, in a homemade shirt with your face printed on it, waving one of those foam fingers you’ve seen on American sports broadcasts. He was grinning like the Cheshire cat. You were going to snap him in half.

Thankfully, despite his loud outfit, Ren  had always been a rather quiet young man. He knew he’d embarrassed you enough— for the rest of the evening he behaved, only cheering along with the crowd, doing his best not to actively distract you. He still found himself on the edge of his seat, his hands tangled in the loose fabric of his shirt as he watched you win and win and win— of course you won the entire event.

Ren was quick, but not quick enough; by the time he’d leapt from his seat and down to the now-open floor, you were already surrounded by other people, showering you in congratulations. He pushed his way through the ebb and flow of the crowd, weaving his way past disappointed fighters and their reassuring families— if he were to reach out, he could almost touch you.

Akechi:

Although you would consider the two of you fairly close, you still have a tough time reading your boyfriend. Akechi’s smile feels less like an invitation and more like a wall. Still, you make the offer anyways— there’s a tournament tonight, and as a competitor, you’ve got a free plus-one ticket. It’s there if he wants it. Akechi just takes another sip of his coffee.

In all honesty, you’d had no real hope that he would accept the invitation. Goro Akechi was a busy man, and even during his rare time off, he had to contend with paparazzi or persistent fans. You could never blame him for choosing to stay home instead. That’s why, when you caught sight of him in the crowd, you’re floored— he smiles widely and mouths “good luck,” and then he’s vanished off to his seat.

Underneath his professional shit, Goro Akechi was a violent man. When you lashed out with a jaw-cracking punch, your opponent’s head whipping back like a rag doll, your boyfriend was thrilled in ways he could never explain. Sure, the other contestants had been interesting to watch, but you were the only one he had eyes for— with the way your arms flexed and your chest heaved, and the light in your eyes and the sharp glint of your teeth— a girl after his own heart.

Makoto:

Initially, Makoto cared about her public image. That’s why she was hesitant to attend your tournaments, no matter how much you asked; despite her interest in martial arts, she was well-aware that many dojos and training facilities had reputations as shady places. You’d ask all the time— brushing your hair out of your eyes, slinging your bag over your shoulder, fumbling to tie your sneakers as you looked up at her. Hidden behind her books and responsibilities, she’d always had to say no.

The fabric of your protective gloves was always a bit uncomfortable against your skin. You knew that after the match, once you were taking off your gear, there would be imprints in your skin— but those wouldn’t be nearly as memorable as the bruises. The trophies that blossomed across your skin. You had just one fight left. Shouldering open the door to the locker room, you quickly side-stepped to avoid barreling over the person standing too close— it was Makoto.

You stood there for a moment with your mouth wide open; your girlfriend averted her eyes, clearly unsure of what to say or do next. You found your voice first, launching into a happy stream of excited chatter— she was here! She’d made it in time for your final match! Makoto nodded along as you thanked her for showing up, promising you’d win this one, so at least the perceived hit to her reputation was worth the effort— before she could respond, the arena loudspeakers crackled to life, calling you out to the mat, to your opponent.

[actuallysaiyan]

Happy Birthday Baby!

warnings: romantic fluff, smuttiness, drinking.|a/n: This is for @sacredwarrior88! Happy birthday, sorry this is a few days late! I hope you really enjoy and thanks for being such a sweet friend to me for so long!

It was your birthday, and you were starting to believe nobody even realized it was. When you woke up, you at least expected your parents to say something. But they both were so preoccupied with their day, they barely said two words to you. As you go about your day, you expect your best friends to say something. Neither of them said anything either, and you were really starting to feel down in the dumps.

You were about to give up on any kind of celebration at all until your boyfriend called you. A smile grew on your face when you noticed it was his number on the screen. You picked up and greeted him as happily as you could.

“Hey babe, I’m gonna be late for our date tonight. Something came up.” His words hit you in the pit of your stomach. You wanted to cry.

“Oh, okay…”You say sadly.

He mentions a few more details about the date tonight, but you were so sad to spend even more time alone now. Still, you decide to go get ready for your date. You knew Trunks would have something sweet planned. He had to.

The hours ticked by and you spent them pampering yourself. You did a full spa day in your own bathroom. Taking a long bath, washing your hair with your favorite shampoo, putting on your best smelling lotion, doing your makeup just right. All those things and more are what filled your day.

Finally, the hour that Trunks said he’d be picking you up arrives. You feel nervous but so excited. You can’t wait to see what he’s got planned. But the minutes tick by once more, and you’re so worried that he’s not even going to show. A knock on your door reassures you, but you’re so much more confused when your best friend is at the door.

“What’s up?” You ask, but they are tugging you out the door without another word.

“No time. Come with me.”

They drag you to their car, and you’re worried something bad has happened. They drive you around the block a few times before heading off to some unknown location. But you soon realize what’s going on as soon as you pull up in front of the restaurant. It’s your favorite! You look over at your friend and they shrug.

You’re about to demand to know what’s going on before you see Trunks opening your door. In one hand are a dozen roses, and he’s reaching out the other hand to you. You take it and he helps you out of the car.

He guides you towards the restaurant where he has a private booth set up for the two of you. The waitresses take care of you two for the whole night, making sure everything is super special for you. You’re so happy that Trunks didn’t forget about your birthday. He really remembered.

After a few hours of drinking some wine and champagne and eating some of your favorite food, Trunks suggests you two go for a romantic nighttime stroll.

Along the waterfront, Trunks holds you close as you walk together. It’s silent except for the occasional city noise. It’s so romantic, you’ve never felt happier in your whole life. Trunks leads you to a secluded area and he pushes you back against a wall.

“Baby, I hope this birthday has been everything you’ve ever wanted.” He whispers in your ear as his hands soothe up and down your sides.

“It’s been so wonderful, Trunks. I love you so much.” You whisper back, your lips meeting his lips for a heated kiss.

His hands reach down to grab your ass, pulling you closer to him. You can feel his erection pressing against you through his jeans. He ruts against you slowly, and he guides you to grind against him. His tongue slides into your mouth, curling against yours. You can’t help the moan that escapes you.

“Such a good girl you are. So beautiful.”

Your cheeks feel hot when he says this, and your knees grow weak. His hands are in your hair, tugging you a little closer. One of his hands cups your chin and pulls you in for a very sensual kiss. The other hand trails down and reaches the hem of your dress. He pushes his fingers to reach your clothed slit.

“Let me make you feel really good, baby. It’s one of my gifts to you.”

[musicallisto]

Hello old friend! How have you been? :D I would like to request a 🍸 with a male character from Disney please!

My hobbies mainly consist of playing video games, watching anime, reading/writing, listening to music, and watching videos on YouTube! I also like to collect things like DVDs, magazines, books, etc from my childhood or if they're quite rare.

As for my personality, it's pretty multi-faceted and hard to pin down. I'm a Pisces and my MBTI is INFJ! At first glance, I can seem like a headstrong, foul-mouthed person with a short temper but once I get close to someone, I show my softer side and become more affectionate. I'm very big on commitment and am very loyal until someone gives me a reason not to be 😉

I ship you with...

You'd start off your relationship with Naveen the wrong foot, definitely. Not like, with actual hatred or rivalry but more so that your personalities can clash and you end up butting heads. Mostly, Naveen has a special power, it seems, to always say the right thing that will leave you without a witty comeback... and fuming because of it.

But you appreciate your back-and-forth, kind of. And he appreciates it too, because you're not clinging onto him for attention as opposed to most of the people he spends time with, and visibly don't care about his princely title and money - or lack thereof. You're also the only one he trusts with the secret of his family's ruin once you get closer in your relationship.

Naveen is not big on commitment, because he's always seen it as a restrictive matter, something that will cut his wings and rid him of his independence and liberty. But spending his days with you, he's slowly coming to understand that it's more so of a promise with another and with himself, and that it doesn't have to be anything constrictive if he doesn't want it. So the perspective of marriage doesn't scare him as much as it initially did.

Though there's still a lot of time to think about that. For now he's more than happy to play music for your wide, admirative eyes.

hgs celebration closed!