#alie requests

[alieinthemorning]

Happy A Date With Death: Beyond the Bet day! Anyways, I saw that your request were open, and I was wondering if you would be willing to write how Grimmy/Casper would comfort a chubby MC, who just got a snide remark about their weight by someone. (Ie: a Co-worker or one of their neighbors) and slowly over their call with him, the MC breaks down? If your comfortable with that request that is! Totally get it if you're not, Thank you for just taking the time to read this, and I hope you have a wonderful day.

(Ps. Make it as fluffy/comforting as you want, I will not mind it!)

Sick Spiral [8394 | Grim | Casper]

Content: Chubby!Reader, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Beyond the Bet: Day 5, POV Second Person, Reader Insert

Pronouns: None

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This work’s concepts, plot and original characters are my own which means I do not allow any sort of creative theft nor do I allow my work to be entered into any sort of A.I. bots. Thank you for respecting my space and boundaries

One thing that’s worse than being sick is being sick and forced to leave the house because you weren’t prepared for your sickness. You weren’t one to get sick often anyway and despite having cold medicine, it was all expired (and you’d be damned to take some expired medicine). So, you were forced to leave the comfort of your bed, and soldier the streets. 

Thankfully, there was a drug store just down the street from you, so you didn’t have to go far. Unfortunately, the older man who always had something to say to you was working the counter this morning. All you wanted to do was get your damn meds and snacks, and get the hell out of there, but no. Albert had other plans. 

“See, this is why you’ll never catch the eye of someone.” Not even a hello, just straight to the insults. You ignored him, inserting your card into the card reader. 

“You’re fat, ugly and don’t care for yourself properly.” He sighed, throwing your receipt in the bag. “You’ll be alone on your deathbed at this rate.”

Your eyes widened at his words. Albert was bad, but not this bad. Yeah, he would talk shit about you because his life was going to shit, but to bring up death was something new, something far. 

You snatched the bag from the counter, “Don’t project your sad, shitty life onto me.” then rushed out the doors. 

You quickly made your way home (probably pushing your sick body a bit too far, but oh well), switched from your outdoor clothes back into your pajamas, took your medicine and then crawled back into bed to sleep Albert’s words away. 

However, they didn’t go away. They clung to you even after you had woken up hours later. They made themselves known as you attempted to find solace in Casper. You tried to fill yourself with him, but the nagging whine of Albert’s words still rang in your ears. 

“it’s strange, foreign feeling. no one has else has ever…pulled at my heartstrings so.”

You frowned at the words. Casper couldn’t lie, but that didn’t mean that he could be wrong. You knew that you shouldn’t hold Albert’s words in any sort of regard, but you couldn’t help it when his voice became your own. 

And then the chat room is replaced with the calling screen, and you don’t have the heart to decline. You do, however, turn your camera off. 

“Sunshine?” His brows were pulled, and his lips were in a pout. 

You didn’t respond immediately, needing a moment to masquerade your feelings. You’re sure that he wouldn’t be able to tell that anything was wrong, especially if you tell him that you’re sick and look a mess, and that that’s the only reason why you have your camera off. 

Casper didn’t call you a “foolish mortal” for nothing, though. He was able to see through your cracks in your mask. He was the one who cut the call short, telling you to wait for him. So you scrambled to make yourself, and your home look presentable. However, you knew that your efforts would be in vain. You’d still be fat and ugly, there was no changing that. 

When he knocked on your window not long after, you made sure to keep your gaze far from his own. You stayed an arm's length apart.  Despite him telling you that reapers didn’t get sick, you still didn’t want to infect him with…yourself. 

“Sunshine…” His voice was soft and as sweet as ever, and you couldn’t help the few tears that slipped past the ducts. “What happened?”

So you told him. Told him about Albert and his cruel words that were somehow able to break you down and pull your own negative voices from out the vault you had stuffed them in. However, the more you spoke, the more you spiraled and the sharp words that were usually pointed at yourself, turned to Casper.  

“I know you can’t lie, but you must be wrong. There’s no way any sane person would actually like me. I’m far, gross and—” Your words are cut off, by Casper warm hands that cupped your cheeks. 

“Sunshine. Can I lie?” You sighed through your nose and closed your eyes, so he continued. “I can’t, and you know that. So when I tell you that delisted being inflicted with mortal sickness at this moment, I still find you as beautiful as I always have.”

You shook your head, attempting to pull away from him. “You’re just talking about my soul.”

“In the beginning, yes. I found your bright soul captivating, but the more time I spent  observing you. The more I was able to see past my assignment to look at you, Sunshine.” 

You had stopped pulling away from him, but you still hadn’t opened your eyes. You knew that if you opened them, you’d see the sincerity behind those ruby eyes. And you weren’t ready to accept that, not fully— not yet. 

So, you nodded and told him it was okay. “But you’re gonna have to be louder than the mean voices.”

“If we keep talking every day as we do, I’m sure I’ll be the only other voice you’ll hear.” 

You smiled as you led him to the bed, exhausted from your sudden breakdown alongside your sickness. You coaxed Casper to lay in bed with you, despite him still wearing his outside clothes, but oh well, you’d get over it. Your head was on his chest while his hand drew shapes along your forearms. 

“Does this mean you forfeit the bet?” You asked, voice laced with sleep. 

“Not a chance.” You heard the smile in his response. 

Unbeknownst to you, taking your soul no longer meant literally to Casper. 

He had a lot of research to do once he returned to The Underworld. 

I wrote this all on my phone this morning (see: 2am), then edited it on my laptop later this morning after I woke back up (see: 10am).

Fuck Albert. He's not progressive btw, but I didn't want to use any gendered language toward you, so I kept it general.

Also there might accidentally be more hurt than comfort, but hey, that's my brand lmao

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[end0r4]

Lilia and Alice being absolutely adorable together

+ sweet words

requested by @madamspellmans-met-tet

[nyoclosmom]

dude why is nobody talking about this outfit

[starryali]

Art Request:

Second and Chosen brother bonding~ U U

I'm really sorry for the really late answer!! D: I still hope you like it, tho </3

They are training :)

[gameofthronesdaily]

HOUSE OF THE DRAGON 2.04 ― “The Red Dragon and the Gold” (requested by anonymous)

[h0nex]

Fallout New Vegas characters react to finding out fem!Courier is infertile~

Boone: *starts jopping*

Benny: "Can I still breastfeed anyways toots?"

Arcade: "Okay...? ...sorry?"

Cass: "nothing a bit of grit and determination cant change"

Veronica: "o-oh" 😳 *runs away shyly but trips on a nuke and explodes*

Vulpes: *growls* "you're my omega, as the alpha I'll find a way"

Caeser: "okay degenerate lol"

The King: *Elvis voice* "Well alright sugar thats what I'm talkin' about!"

Raul: "Okay, why are you even telling me this boss?"

Lily: "That's okay dearie theres always adoption if being a parent is the path for you <3"

Yes-man: "That's the best news I've heard all day! Unless it isn't, in which case: my condolences!"

Victor: "Yeehaw!"

Ed-e: *beeps*

Sunny: Smiles

[diva-calderu]

Lilia x Alice x Jennifer

For @rowinablx

[haveyouseenthismovie-poll]

[danybunny]

Hiii could I request Ali/Jessica and Daniel hanging out and them doing his makeup? I just think that would be so cuuute :')

Also love your art<33

'Eyyy just don't poke my eye out alright??' ���

I always thought about girldad Daniel getting a makeover from Sam but never thought about thiss ehehe It was a fun thing to draw and think about so!!! ❤️

[dojolarusso]

ali mills + approaching daniel (requested by anonymous)

[susartwork]

Some Alphys fren requests from Discord ♪(´▽｀)

Semper!Alphys belongs to @unknowntalesbymiles Radioactive!Alphys belongs to @vickling27 Inverso!Alphys belongs to @nova2cosmos Resident!Alphys belongs to @parniathedevil

[alieinthemorning]

TOUCHED STARVED LEONA WITH VERY PDA AFFECTIONATE FEM!READER AAAAAA

A Familiar Touch [Leona Kingscholar]

Content: Touch-Starved, Fluff, Emotional Hurt and Comfort, Soft Leona Kingscholar

Pronouns: None

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How long had it been since someone had run a brush  through his hair? Gently undoing each and every knot and tangle. Who hummed a tune that was different from the one from before, yet familiar all the same.

He felt like a cub again, and honestly?

He didn't like what feelings that dredged up.

However, he also couldn't bare to remove himself from such bliss.

Call him selfish, he didn't care.

Chartreuse eyes open to find your own closed, a soft smile gracing your features with the sunlight from the open blinds of his balcony haloing you.

You were beautiful.

"Sounds like you're thinking pretty hard there." Your voice cut through his thoughts.

He was glad that your hands were in his hair and not on his face because he couldn't keep himself from flushing.

He sighed, tail thumping against the sheets. "You're imaginin' things."

"Sure, sure..." You paused, then asked. "Are you thinking about home?"

He froze.

Seven, you were too perceptive for your own good.

And he had already confirmed your suspicions by freezing up like damn prey.

He pulled himself up, showing you his back (putting up some kind of wall between the two you).

You placed a hand on his back, however, completely disregarding his weak attempt at closing you off.

"Talk to me."

His eyes slid close as his body leaned forward. Elbows on his knees and head in his hands. Your body followed him.

"When I was little my mother would always brush my hair before bed. She would take her time and hum this little tune and just..." He trailed off, losing himself in the feelings of those memories.

He didn't like thinking of is ma. It brought up too much to the surface. Too much that he refused to sort through.

Too much about her.

Too much about his father.

Too much about his brother.

Too much about how much he has lost.

"Leona." One again, you pull him from that headspace. "I hope I'm not over stepping but..."

"I'm so happy that I'm you trust me with things like this."

He released a breath he didn't realize he was holding. "'Course I trust you with this.'

"I love you."

Guess who's feeling better from the Big Ick?

It's me (i've been up for 3 hours lmao)!

Anyway, this took forever and I didn't end up using the other two requested traits of: short and bubbly, but hey we got touch-starved (did we tho?????)

We got something nice and soft and that's all that matters uwu

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[moodmoodthecrabking]

ruthie and richie mouse moodboard requested by @infected-paul

[writingsofwesteros]

Hey I think requests are open? Can you do a one shot with Aemonds innocent sister who follows him everywhere, goes to harrenhal with him. Aemond then walks into his sisters chambers to find Alys between her thighs and just takes pleasure in watching them both

AN: Hi, I hope you like it x

NSFW

Gods, sometimes Aemond wished you did not worship him so much. It was too dangerous for you to be here. Still, he wouldn’t change you for the world, he thought to himself whilst slowly moving towards your quarters. The argument you had both had the evening prior had broken his heart; the words continued to move through his mind.

He hated arguing with you; Aemond could count on three fingers the amount of times you had. The Prince looked down at the bright flowers that looked so ridiculous in his hand. The red roses hardly blooming but he had tried his best. Gods, he hoped you were in a better mood - he hated fighting with you but couldn’t you see it was for your own protection. 

Aemond tapped the wooden door with his knuckles; mind still racing as he clutched the flowers tighter. A soft whimper came over his ears, which only brought confusion over him. That was until worry took over him.”Princess…” The nickname he had for you whispered from his lips as Aemond slowly opened the door an inch and then another.

The sight that greeted him had Aemond’s eyes widening; the flowers completely forgotten about as they dropped to the floor. It was the moans that came over him first; the sweet ones as he stepped to the side and finally saw you. Your name fell from his lips as your body arched in the throws of passion Alys was giving you.

“My Prince…” Alys purred; those dark eyes of hers locked onto Aemond before she leaned in and pressed a soft kiss on your soaked pussy before sucking on your clit some more. Your body jolted at her touch as your head lolled to the side. “Aemond…” You whimpered out breathlessly; a blush forming on your cheeks.

The state of shock still bubbled inside Aemond as he watched the display in front of him; his soft cock becoming harder now and straining against his pants. Those dark eyes of Alys slowly looked up and down his body with an amused look all the while her tongue was working around your soaked pussy; circling your clit.

The obscene, lewd sounds of yours echoed around the room as your body was no longer staying still now. You delicately reached for Alys’ hair and tugged her without thought; the desperation running wild inside you. Your soft, ample breasts began to bounce, which only caught Aemond’s eye some more as he turned his head.

Your eyes rolled back as her sucking only continued; a slender finger or two of Alys’ began to brush through your soaked lips; teasing your entrance before slowly pushing in. A sharp gasp escaped you as Aemond stepped forward on instinct. Your body was flushed and arching once more as Alys curled her fingers.

“Taste her.” Alys softly whispered up to Aemond; her voice purring. Enchanting the Prince to begin moving forward. “It is what she wants.” The witch continued to whisper into both of your ears. “She’s dreamt of you.” A soft blush moved over your cheeks as you whimpered; shyly hiding your face into the pillows.

“Do you not want her?” Alys continued; the movements of her fingers only became quicker now as they pushed deeper. You moaned  and whimpered even more before a startled gasp escaped you when Aemond reached to touch your thrashing body. His eagerness and hunger you had never noticed before was easily read in his eye now.

Gently, he reached for your soft, ample breasts that were on full display. Of course - you had seen the amount of times he stared down your dress. It was no surprise that it was his first touch. The surprise was how gentle he was..how shy. You softly whimpered; chewing on your bottom lip as your body arched for him.

“Take what you want.” Alys purred as she cheekily added a third finger in your soaked, tight pussy that clamped on her. The quickness grew as the squelching of your wetness only echoed around the room some more. Soon, Aemond’s hot mouth engulfed your soft, sensitive breast that had you whimpering out even more.

“Aemond…” His name falling from your lips as you reached for his hair; guiding him closer and keeping him there. His tongue brushed over your pebbled nipple that caused goosebumps to brush over your soft skin. Your toes curled in pleasure once more as Alys’ fingers easily pushed against your spongy spot again and again.

His larger hand moved to your free breast and began to palm; thumb brushing over your pebbled nipple before pinching it. “Oh..oh gods..!” A cry escaped you at the action as Aemond only chuckled against your breasts some more. Alys’ thumb brushed over your clit, causing your body to jolt once more from the sheets beneath you.

Aemond softly began to kiss up your chest; his tongue moving over your soft skin as he pressed open mouthed kisses up your neck and jaw. Your eyes locked as your pretty face began to screw up in pleasure. Soon, he leaned in and lovingly captured your soft lips. A sweet gasp escaped you as your eyes widening; your arms looping around his neck.

The kiss only deepened; your tongues dancing as your eyes began to flutter shut now. Your body and mind surrendering completely. Aemond pressed all the love and devotion he had for you after all these years that it was building. “Want ..want you…” You softly babbled out breathlessly as you leaned away to breathe.

Alys only chuckled; pressing soft kisses up and down your inner thighs as her fingers continued to play with you. The pleasure had your head falling back once more as you missed the slow movements of Aemond. It was only when a longer, rougher tongue brushed over your clit and the cries of your pleasure only grew louder than you realised he had moved.

The slurping of Aemond’s tongue had you blushing madly as one hand was in both of their hairs as the pleasure only increased. Your stomach began to tighten even more as you slowly rocked against their fingers and tongue. “Yes..oh, my..so good..” I babbled nonsense as whines and moans escaped me; echoing around the room as I was pleasured so intensely. 

Your inner thigh only became wetter as a free hand of yours moved to grip so tightly on the sheets surrounding you. You were so close; the pleasure so new and exciting. You only wanted more as your climax finally ripped through you without warning. You squirted around her fingers and his tongue that only continued to lap hungrily at her.

Your body continued to thrash at the intense pleasure ripping through you. The begs to stop were on the tip of your tongue but you couldn’t find it in yourself to say so…not when it felt so good. Not when you had Aemond here. Your eyes locked onto Alys and it was as if she could read your mind as she slowly leaned away.

Her dripping, slender fingers moved into her own mouth as she hotly sucked on them whilst watching Aemond move into the space she left. His face never moves from in between your legs as his own fingers spread your lips apart. “You have done this before.” Alys commented as you whimpered; a soft frown coming over your face at the idea of Aemond being with someone else.

The Prince only hummed; neither in agreement or anything else as he locked eyes with you. He watched as you began to lose yourself once more as he greedily lapped up the juices you gave him. Your inner thighs are now completely soaked as were the sheets underneath you. Still, Aemond continued to drive you to another release.

TAGLUST

@aerangi

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@i-killed-ramsey

@watercolorskyy

@snh96

[bookworm-fangirl1]

presenting yamini kapoor-mercado Lopez as a witch

I love how it turned out

@telugu-girl-13 based on ur request

[mynerathemystic]

request by: @midlandslady2 a rewrite of daemon x alys' conversation where he says he wants rhaenyra to rule by his side.

"And how fare you, Prince of Nightmares and Dastardly Deeds?"

A scowl marred Dameon's face as he looked up from the edge of crumbling rock where he rested, his jaw clenched when Alys Rivers announced her arrival. She met his gaze with a smug grin, her severely straight raven hair parted to reveal eyes far too wide and seemingly endless. He quickly averted her stare and resumed sharpening the ax in his hand, the clang of iron against stone harsh and aggressive.

"It appears not too well," she said, her voice thick with mock concern. 

Daemon continued to ignore her after she sat down and moved in close to study him, a cloying mix of peppery spices and something burnt wafting from her and assaulting his nose. She moved to touch his cheek and Daemon caught her wrist and shoved her hand back, returning to his work with a grunt, much to her apparent amusement.

"I am certain there are far more constructive ways for you to fill your time," he told her, counting each whack to remain focused on the task at hand and not the intrusive thoughts telling him to drive the tool into her skull.

"And I could say the same for you," she argued, leaning back using her arms. "You look awful, by the way—dark circles, sickly complexion, hair matted like a rat's nest. What will Rhaenyra say when her husband returns and has aged so," she trailed off, subjecting him to the slow, scrutinizing drag of her eyes along his body before tutting and shaking her head, "...poorly."

Daemon stood and without hesitation pointed his ax between Alys’ eyes. "I haven’t time for you, witch. Keep her name out of your filthy mouth and address her properly as your queen.”

Alys' lips curled at the insult. She retrieved an apple from her pocket and cleaned it using her sleeve.

It was uncertain to Daemon at what point it occurred, but the halls, once filled with men meandering to and from the courtyard, had gradually become quiet. The sounds of splitting wood and tools scraping were absent; instead, an insidious silence replaced it. The sky had shifted as well, no longer the cloudless cerulean of mid-day but the deep blackish-blue of a starless sea that engulfed him.

"I see. So you are worried." Alys inspected the piece of fruit and took a hefty bite, indifferent towards the change in scenery. "Worried that she'll abandon you. Leave you here to rot once she realizes how pathetic—"

"I am not—" Daemon's nostrils flared, his weapon still leveled at her face. "You know nothing."

"And pray tell, what is it I don't understand, Daemon?" she pushed, unfazed by the hatchet aimed at her. "What is it I can't already see inside of that arrogant, dense, vain head of yours?"

"She cannot succeed—she cannot rule without me."

In the midst of her last mouthful, Alys choked, the apple tumbling to the ground once laughter overtook her. The wind whistled between the gaps of bare branches and joined in her merriment, as though it too thought little of him.

"And what do you know of loyalty?" Daemon asked, his tone even yet abrasive. "What do you know of devotion? Confined within this castle, haunting the halls with your childish bag of tricks and horrid tonics. You, Alys Rivers,” he stepped closer, “know nothing of me, my mind, or my heart. And you never will. Because you—a creature committed to nothing but torment—do not possess any of it; not a mind, let alone a heart.”

Alys came to an abrupt stop, as if someone suddenly cut the strings of a puppet. The air stilled and she tilted her head, her eyes boring into his.

Satisfied with her response, Daemon continued. 

"I am Rhaenyra's shield. I am her armor. As long as I draw breath, no harm will befall her. This is how to ensure her ascension. And that is why I must do my part."

"What?" Alys scoffed. "Become a pawn, a knight, in this game? And what if you fail? What then? Give up your life for hers?"

"If necessary."

"And what of your dear wife? And your children?"

At this, Daemon’s grip faltered and he shook his head, his brow furrowed. "Sacrifice is but a necessity of war. I live on through them." He was the one that uttered the words, but they sounded rehearsed and distant as they hung there in the void between them.

Alys inspected him further, as if there were stories there, written between the folds of his skin that she was desperate to devour. 

“You're awfully dreary, you know,” she finally said with a sigh. “Death, devotion, and such.”

Daemon glowered at her, feeling somewhat exposed in a manner he was not accustomed to. "Well, then. I am sorry my life does not have much to offer as a source of entertainment."

"Oh, don't be.” Alys rose and yawned while she stretched, the heavy hush that once blanketed them dissipating in an instant. She nudged Daemon’s ax with the back of her hand and it fell out of his hold and onto the ground. “I'm plenty entertained."

Within a second, the sun broke through the fathomless dark, and the sounds and smells of workers tending to the rebuilding of Harrenhal were once more present. 

Daemon knelt to retrieve the tool, irritated by her theatrics, while she continued.

"And for the record, don't underestimate the will of the Gods. Perhaps one day they’ll work in your favor."

"Oh, is that so?” he asked, humoring her. “Which ones?"

Alys shrugged and turned to leave. "The ones who decide to listen."