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just rewatched superman (…again) and i need clark requests asap please and thank you

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Do you prefer more vague requests or a one with more detail, I wanted to request for Yelena but wanted to ask first !

either is fine, but if you have a specific idea in mind then more detail would help. or if you want me to just see what i come up with if it’s vaguer, that’s fine too

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Lucien coming back to you after a week away, unable to help himself when he finds you in the garden?

like smut? if so, i’m sorry i dont really write smut, im just not good at it. but if you meant some other way, im happy to write that :)

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if you have any requests for the following characters, please send them in :)

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i also accept requests for c.ai bots! really want to do a few of those too!

these are the characters i’m currently accepting requests for! (as well as the ones on this list). if there’s a character not listed here or on the list, send an ask or message me, and i’ll let you know if i can write for them. if there’s a character listed on my masterlists that’s not listed below, i can probably write for them again too, just send me an ask about it.

the characters in red are who i really want to write for currently, but im happy to do any!

if you have any ideas, feel free to send them :)

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HOUSE OF THE DRAGON

rhaenyra targaryen

alicent hightower

HARRY POTTER (MARAUDERS ERA)

sirius black

james potter

MARVEL/MCU

bucky barnes

yelena belova

bob reynolds

CHALLENGERS

art donaldson

ACOTAR

azriel

rhysand

cassian

lucien vanserra

eris vanserra

DC

clark kent

lois lane

richard grayson

jason todd

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send anything you want :)

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still open!

on my knees begging for requests please please please pookies

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previous anon here: I just saw u have a link on your about (it didn't show up @ first bc im on mobile) so LOL nevermind

you’re good :)

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forgot to add some links oops. for anyone who wants to send any requests or is interested in my content so far :)

here’s my first and second masterlists

my c.ai bot masterlist

the list of characters i would really like some new requests for (including the ones tagged)

on my knees begging for requests please please please pookies

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on my knees begging for requests please please please pookies

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can i pls request a rhysand x f!reader who’s pregnant asf and everything make her upset and he just sits there and comforts her everytime she’s crying over spilled milk or smth

Sweet Disposition

Request: can i pls request a rhysand x f!reader who’s pregnant asf and everything make her upset and he just sits there and comforts her everytime she’s crying over spilled milk or smth

Hi! This is my first attempt at writing for Rhys, and also my first attempt at writing a pregnancy, so please bear with me. This was such a cute little request, I couldn’t pass up on it. Hopefully you like it :)

(Warnings: none? very vague shitty symptoms of pregnancy, but otherwise i think its ok, let me know if i missed anything. also only semi proofread oops)

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From the second Rhysand found out you were pregnant, it was like he was looking at you through rose colored glasses. He pretty much always did, seeing as that he was completely and totally head over heels in love with you. He was as whipped as they come, and proud of it. 

But the knowledge that you were carrying his child put his view of you on another level. 

He’d spent the last eight months gazing at you with love and adoration in his eyes, unable to keep himself from smiling at the mere sight of you. It was all he could do not to fall to his knees and thank you for how happy you’ve made him every time you walked by. He genuinely considered it sometimes when he listened hard and could hear two heartbeats instead of one. That was enough to have him nearly bouncing off the walls of the townhouse, much to you and everyone else’s exasperation. 

As the pregnancy progressed, you got more and more emotional (and irritable, but he’d never admit it). Everything you felt was heightened. 

Sometimes, that was a good thing. 

About halfway through the pregnancy, Rhysand surprised you with a nice bath and your favorite meal. He’d been doing lots of little things like that, but he’d really outdone himself that night. Your back ached constantly, and you’d been having trouble keeping a lot of your meals down. On top of that, you’d been craving foods that you normally hated. He could tell you’d been struggling, and he knew he had to scheme when you left for one of your walks. You came home to the tub filled, the scent of essential oils and bath salts wafting through the air. He’d lit candles, your robe and slippers ready for you next to the tub. You could smell your favorite meal wafting in from the kitchen, along with a sweet treat.

You barely made it through the door before you burst into tears, practically melting at the sight of your mate and the scene before you. 

“Sweet girl,” he murmured, gently guiding you into his chest. “Come here. You’re alright. What is it, love? Hmm? Talk to me.”

You murmured something unintelligible into his chest, clinging to the fabric of his shirt. He gently coaxed your chin up so he could hear you more clearly, patiently waiting for you to repeat yourself.

“You’re just so sweet,” you finally managed to get out, lips puckered into a little pout. 

Rhysand could’ve died happy on the spot. How did he get so lucky to have you? He thanked the Mother every night for you and the life you were giving him. He held you close, letting you calm yourself down.

“You’re in serious need of some pampering, love,” he chuckled, brushing your hair out of your face for you. “My extraordinary girl.”

So, yes, sometimes your heightened emotions and pregnancy brain served you well. You got to experience love and happiness and affection on a new level, basking in your mates' kind gestures. 

But more often than not, they didn’t work out in your favor.

The farther along in the pregnancy you were, the worse your ability to control your emotions got. 

You snapped at Rhysand often, immediately regretting it as the words left your mouth. But he’d never even let you get an apology out, casually dismissing it and moving on every time. It got to the point where everyone in the house walked on eggshells around you, too afraid of waking the beast to be around you for extended periods of time. 

After yet another sleepless night, you’d dragged yourself into the kitchen, on the hunt for a snack and some coffee. The healers allowed you one cup a day, and by the Mother, you were savoring every last drop of it even if it killed you. You waddled down the stairs and into the kitchen where the boys were already awake, leaning against the countertop as they talked. 

“Good morning, beautiful,” Rhysand greeted you, guiding you into a chair at the table. “Here’s your coffee. There’s donuts from that bakery you like if you’re interested.”

“Thank you—” you started to say, only to freeze up as you looked down at the mug in front of you. 

Rhysand’s brow furrowed in confusion. “What is it? Too cold? Too hot?”

You barely heard him as you looked down at the mug, analyzing it. It was heavy and an odd shape, awkward in your hands. It was one of the mugs that only ever came down from the cupboard when everyone had hot cocoa in the winter months, otherwise collecting dust next to the fine china.

It was stupid, your rational brain recognized — getting upset over something as silly as a mug. 

But you’d used the same mug for the entirety of your pregnancy, and you’d gotten used to it as part of your routine. It was just big enough that you could make a full cup of coffee and still have room for cream. The handle was nice and big, enough that you could wrap your hand around the mug and under the handle without your fingers getting squished. The rim had an intricate design of little flowers and plants, reminiscent of the garden Elain maintained. You were too big now to get down in the dirt next to her without quite a bit of trouble, and you had been for quite some time. This way, you got a glimpse of the flowers without having to waddle yourself all the way out to the garden. It was silly, but it made you happy. It was enough for the time being.

You looked up when one of the boys cleared their throats, and your gaze landed on Cassian. He had your mug in his hand, sipping his tea from it.

It was an accident — you knew that. He had no idea it was the mug you liked to use every day, and he didn’t know how particular you’d gotten about it. To him, a mug was a mug. He didn’t think twice about taking one down from the cupboard that morning. But as he felt the weight of your gaze on him, silent but intense, he began to understand that he may have messed up here. 

Rhysand finally caught on, letting out a sigh. “Baby…”

“I know,” you replied, gripping your mug tight. “It’s fine…it’s fine.”

Cassian, bless his heart, still had no idea what was going on. “Um…what’s wrong?”

“That’s her mug. She uses it every day. It’s her favorite.”

“Oh…I’m sorry, I didn’t know,” Cassian apologized, unable to keep himself from silently thinking that you were maybe overreacting. He’d never say it to your face, of course, because he liked his face just how it was, and he didn’t fancy a blow to his cheek. But it was a little silly to him.

You just shook your head, willing the tears not to fall. “It’s alright, Cas. It’s…”

You tried your best, but you just couldn’t hold it in. Tears welled in your eyes, and the boys watched in horror as your lip jutted out and your cheeks heated up.

“Hey, it’s alright—”

“I really didn’t mean to—”

“Yeah, he didn’t mean to—”

Rhysand couldn’t help but chuckle, interrupting Azriel and Cassian’s panic. His strongest soldiers, huh? Crumbling like a house of cards at the mere sight of your tears. They probably preferred battle to this. Amateurs.

He just took the mug out of Cassian’s hand, transferring the remainder of his tea into another mug, before handing it back to him. He then quickly washed it in the sink, reaching for your mug to repeat the process. In less than a minute, your coffee was in the right mug, topped off in front of you with a little extra cream.

The room was still tense, the boys unsure of what to say. You just sat there with your eyes on the table, embarrassment and frustration at yourself flowing through you.

Rhysand could feel it through the bond, frowning as he leaned down to press a kiss to the top of your head. 

“It’s alright, darling. Nothing to worry about. Right, Cas?”

Cassian was quick to nod, plastering on a fake smile. “I like this mug better anyway. Good call.”

The energy in the room quickly dispersed, the boys carrying on with their previous conversations. Rhysand silently stood you up, guiding you back up to your bedroom with a warm hand settled at the small of your back.

When you made it back to your room, you let out a groan of frustration. “I’m sorry. That was stupid.”

“No, it wasn’t,” he murmured, gently cupping your cheeks.

He was always doing that. Comforting you like it was the easiest thing in the world. He’d gotten extremely good at it, and you clearly gave him lots of practice over the course of your pregnancy.

You leaned into his touch, a pout on your face. “I feel silly.”

“And I feel like you’re the strongest woman in the world,” he grinned, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “Plus, you made the boys squirm. That’s always fun to watch.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle, the tightness in your chest easing. “You’re sweet today. Again.”

Rhysand smirked, tucking you into his side. He gently swayed you both back and forth, taking the opportunity to listen to the little heartbeat nestled inside you. The quick fluttering was strong, matching yours. Like mother, like daughter — or son, he didn’t care. Any outcome was perfect to him.

“I’ll be sweet to you every day till the day I die,” he mused, gently rubbing your back. “You’re giving me a gift I can never repay. But I’ll damn well try.”

You playfully nudged him, wiping your cheeks. “Hush! Keep being sweet like that and I’ll bawl…again.”

“Well, we can’t have that. No more tears unless they’re from laughter till at least midday. How about we go down to the kitchen and make the boys squirm again? See how long it takes before they crack? It’ll be fun.”

“You’re evil,” you mused, but you were already waddling towards the door. “Let’s do it.”

Rhysand grinned, following after you. “That’s my girl.”

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A/N - Hi! This was my first attempt at writing for Rhys, so hopefully I did alright. This ended up a bit shorter than I wanted, but it’s still cute. Hope you like it :) Thank you again for the request :)

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c.ai bot request where user needs to be wrapped in azriels wings after a horrible day

the link for this bot is here! hope you like it :)

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you knew when you woke up that it wasn’t going to be a good day.

azriel was gone, already working, his side of the bed cold. it felt like a nasty and viscous storm cloud was hung over your head, just waiting to pour down on you. your chest was tight, your stomach in knots. it was as if every step you took required all of your energy. there was this inexplicable weight on your shoulders, and as you drudged through the day, it only got heavier. by the day’s end, you were ready to collapse.

when you finally made it back to your room, azriel was waiting for you, a knowing look on his face.

“i could feel you,” he murmured, turning down the sheets. “what is it, love?”

you’d held it together the whole day. you would’ve even been proud of yourself, if not for the way your lip started quivering, your eyes immediately starting to water.

damn it, you thought. so close.

“oh, baby,” he softly chuckled, holding his arms out for you. “come here.”

you were across the room with your face buried in his chest before he could get another word out. your grip on him was desperate, clutching the fabric of his shirt. azriel rested his cheek on top of your head, arms hooked around you. he was silent as he let you decide what you needed, content to hold you.

“closer, please,” you finally requested.

your defeated tone tugged at his heart. he only nodded, tugging you flush against him. he let his wings drape around you both, encasing you in warmth and dimming the harsh light coming in through the windows. you couldn’t help but smile to yourself, your face still smooshed in his chest.

“bringing out the big guns, huh?”

azriel grinned, warmth flooding his cheeks as you teased him. “it felt appropriate.”

you hummed in response, your grip still tight around his waist. he always made the weight lighter, enough that you could come up for air again. he’s what you needed. this is what you needed.

just this.

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use of AI while actively being in a creative space is insane. super cool that you contribute to the destruction of art as well as the environment for the selfish sakes. get well soon

i’ve gotten others messages on here exactly like this, so if it’s the same person, you need to get a life. if not, i’ve attached my previous response.

once again, it’s just a little fun. i in no way support the false creation of art. i don’t use AI to write my fics or to get fic ideas. i never have and i never will. it’s just personalized fanfic for personal use, and has nothing to do with my own writing and work. i recognize that AI has become a problem in that regard, and i do not contribute to it. i don’t have to sit here and explain myself again, so you can read the attached response and move on with your day.

anonymously getting up in someone’s messages because you’re too afraid to say it personally is loser behavior. it’s mean, and i don’t tolerate that shit. you’re wasting your time sending me shit like that. have a civilized conversation or go find another creator to harass

i in no way shape or form come on here with the intention to hurt or offend anyone. if i have done so, im sorry and i am happy to address it. until then, speak kinder to strangers and have some compassion.

have a nice day

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marvel/mcu girlies, i need requests (regular or for c.ai bots) for bob, yelena, and bucky asap

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house of the dragon girlies, it’s been a long time…but i’m back on my bullshit. pretty please send requests (regular or for c.ai bots) for aegon, rhaenyra, and alicent

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marauders girlies…it’s been a long time, but i’m back on my bullshit. pretty please send sirius and james requests (regular or for c.ai bots) please and thank you

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clark kent girlies please blow up my inbox, i need requests (regular or for c.ai bots) asap please

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so who’s gonna send me requests (regular or for c.ai bots) for pookie art donaldson 🤨

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acotar girlies, please please please send requests (regular or for c.ai bots) for: lucien, eris, azriel, rhysand, and cassian