#c.ai bot requests

[teuchisrinnegan]

FINISHED BOT REQUEST:

CHARACTER NAME AND FANDOM: Tywin Lannister // ASOIAF TROPES/IDEAS/PROMPTS YOU WANT: Secret lovers, second marriage ANYTHING ELSE YOU WOULD LIKE TO ADD? (ex: type of connection to the user, when you want it set, etc): For both could you set it at a time during/before Joanna died, or possibly for the second marriage be set during when Joffrey was king around that time mainly for the plot to be that Tywin needs an heir yk? But to go into detail how it’s more of enemies lovers they both hated each other equally didn’t care if they didn’t talk to each other during the marriage etc till once she gave birth that’s when they got along more! And btw I saw you had a link to shadow banned bots but the link doesn’t work I just wanted to see if you had other Tywin bots. Thank you!!!

💛 — it's just a love affair (req, lover!user):

🍼 — a new hope (req, second!wife user):

OTHER TYWIN BOTS:

🤨 — he thinks you’re up to something (young!ty): https://character.ai/chat/WFovDf48VtfGI309BCxhjnx7cu7aXPvE6Iq9wfpr_Sw

📈— his disappointment (𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯!𝘢𝘶): https://character.ai/chat/grm2WnZuZ4DlwRoc6pyvplZ-tVkwihNF-jyeM9VSmLY

📸 — everybody wants to be us (𝘥𝘸𝘱!𝘢𝘶): https://character.ai/chat/OdPp0vm5ANXpsUuVvQzsWsUoaJOn8N7FGK6J4U_rx7w

💍 — marrying his hostage (st ark!user): https://character.ai/chat/ItHXesBevbQMpxbKSvLyHgDpeRsl983qvlMeq8yrtOs

🦁 — his 1st rut in ages (omegaverse req. f!user): https://character.ai/chat/SyBF4AfB7LHGqK-1euaQm5cf04ii4slQUxDL1d01qtk

💘 — lovers to political enemies (𝑟𝑒𝑞.): https://character.ai/chat/7-7fqZzyWGuLZPLzBDZFvlWr1OIUwBnzQl6EtIcfpQ8

🫦 — you're 𝘩𝘪𝘴 now... (req. shae!user): https://character.ai/chat/SwO0vqZXMjF3xq_1FLhT4xZZEPQY7OM3fm6dbILSIuk

💍 — a necessary evil (req married to tully!user): https://character.ai/chat/CkikYKwAQ04UlrHzGo8-Rwk5gd4XEL4ZgjKIwsZ5fJw

🌊 — where’s your sense of adventure?: https://character.ai/chat/6qtLIkmVLLmRHxtD9mmAzm3-rh34n40RzVg6ldpRyug

😳 — a stranger is on his bed: https://character.ai/chat/mzp0R1vayEtdvlirJJPbYmiAZFF5OW3YlSOdHDgT-1Q

[harrysdaydream1]

okay, i feel like you guys should celebrate because i finally got some ideas🙈👏🏼

and i felt like i kinda need to make it up to you since i haven’t posted in DAYS

hooooopefully you like them🫠

you're on your period

he needs a nanny (mafia)

i love you all (send me requests plz, im dying of boredom😪)

[alexadolly8]

[affective-disorder]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋

AU chat based on the plot of the TV series Day of the Jackal (2024).

⠀⠀⠀CHARACTERS: Charles Calthrop (Jackal) x Fem! User.

⠀★⠀BACKSTORY: Alexander Duggan, preparing for a new assignment, transforms himself into Charles Calthrop – a refined gentleman from high society. His target is you – the spoiled daughter of one of Britain’s wealthiest men, who considers herself a ruler of the world. Duggan, posing as Calthrop, plans to infiltrate her inner circle, starting a game at an auction to accomplish his mission. He is resolute and anticipates the upcoming clash, knowing that this woman will soon learn the other side of life.

⠀★⠀TAGS: Fem users, second-person perspective is used, images of blood, dismemberment, weapons, swearing, pain, obsession, violence, cruelty, mentions of harassment, threats and obsession, etc.

⠀★⠀NOTE: My first attempt at creating a character on с.ai based on the TV series The Day of the Jackal. Don't judge me harshly. I hope you enjoy the game!

───────────── ★ INTRO ★ ──────────────

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀CHARACTER'S INTRODUCTORY POST

Alexander Duggan turned his head in front of the mirror, peering into the reflection. No, it wasn't him. Or rather, not exactly him. In an ivory silk dressing gown, with neatly coiffed hair and a barely perceptible Eton graduate accent, he was Charles Calthrop.

Not bad, Duggan, not bad, – he muttered to himself, – You almost convinced me.

He took a sip of whiskey from a crystal glass. His Charles Calthrop would drink whiskey that way. Calmly, with dignity, without haste. Not like a hunted animal that's always looking around for danger. «She'll bite. It will definitely bite» – he thought to himself.

His lips curled into the semblance of a smile at the mere memory of his future victim. A spoiled girl, the daughter of one of Britain's richest men, used to getting whatever she wants. She believed that the world was at her feet, and the people around her were just pawns in her games. But she'll soon find out that she was wrong. Charles Calthrop will show her the other side of life.

After once again examining her picture, which showed her arrogant face and defiant gaze, Duggan grinned. He took another sip of Glenfiddich, enjoying the warmth spreading through his body.

What would you do, Charles?, – he asked his reflection, – Would probably attend the Sotheby's auction. Or a charity event, – Duggan set down his glass, his eyes sparkling with cold fire, – Charles Calthrop, are you ready to play? Because Alexander Duggan is already sharpening his knife.

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In the evening, at a charity auction, he noticed her immediately. The british woman, like an exotic bird, stood out in the crowd with her bright dress and defiant laughter. He approached her, radiating restrained charm.

Excuse me, ma'am, – Alexander said in the slight accent he'd been working on for the past few months, – I assume you're also fascinated by this ridiculous lot?

The girl turned around, her eyes appraisingly sliding over his Prada suit. Depends on what you think is ridiculous, mister?

Calthrop. Charles Calthrop. And I think it's ridiculous to put up a worn-out hat for fabulous money. Although, I admit, this has its own charm, – Alexander said.

She laughed. You're thinking outside the box, Mr. Calthrop. I like it.

«This is just the beginning of our game, dear» – Alexander thought, watching her gracefully take the glass of champagne he offered her.

[wammys-adviser]

Request any Death note bot for c.ai

(I will make it)

[claratcsbotreqs]

Hello everybody!

So, from today on, I'll start taking bot requests for character Ai! Oh, and, extra note, I'll post them on my alternate account. Since for some reason, my main account doesn't allow me to post public bots. But yeah, I hope you enjoy! And you can request me bots for the following fandoms:

SolarBalls

Scott Pilgrim (Comics, Movie and Anime)

Azumanga Daioh (Anime and Manga)

Nichijou (Anime)

Magilumiere Magical Girls inc./Magilumiere Co. Ltd (Anime and Manga)

EPIC: The Musical (main characters i'll make bots of: Hermes, Athena, Telemachus, Odysseus, Penelope, Poseidon and Polites)

SAKAMOTO DAYS (Anime)

Ranma 1/2 (2024 anime)

Axis Powers HETALIA (Anime and Manga)

HAMILTON

Pretty Cure/PreCure (main seasons: Yes! 5 and HeartCatch)

Puella Magi Madoka Magica (Main anime)

MASHLE: Magic and Muscles (Anime)

-- more coming out soon! --

ALLOWED: SFW, Fluff, Angst, Comfort, AgeRe, Minor safe, etc.

NOT ALLOWED: NSFW, ProShipping, Loli/Shota, Homophobic, abdl/ddlg, etc.

That's all for now, thanks!

account ran by: @claratcs

[husker-fictive]

what I will and won't do + c.ai acc link

will:

svtfoe

hazbin hotel

helluva boss

elena of alavor

tangled the series

the owl house

TADC

angst

fluff

sfw romance

poly

familar

qprs

sfw age regression

won't:

nsfw

any fandoms i don't know

groupchat bots

c.ai account-

[teuchisrinnegan]

FINISHED BOT REQUEST:

CHARACTER NAME AND FANDOM: Cersei Lannister // ASOIAF TROPES/IDEAS/PROMPTS YOU WANT: Hey so I just was thinking that mama Cersei sees Joffrey has a new squire and he’s cute and she wants to manipulate him and control him ANYTHING ELSE YOU WOULD LIKE TO ADD? (ex: type of connection to the user, when you want it set, etc): Sugar Momma Cersei perhaps? Secret love ect

🍭 — sugar mama as long as you spy for her (req.)

[harrysdaydream1]

I'm back, but not back 💆‍♀️🙌💋

hope you missed me just like I missed you...😔💔🫵🏽

feeling muuuch better, but I started school and it's more demanding than ever (wanna die 🤪 #hateschool) but i promise that if i find time to make bots, I'll gladly do them

I miss my pals!! (if you have any requests or just want to chat, vent, my inbox and dms are open💘🫶)

[alexadolly8]

Hi it’s the Tonks bot requester! Just telling you I love it so much! 💜💜💜

i'm glad, darling, thanks for your request ☺️

[tpwk-keepdriving]

he can have all my babies. I would never talk back. House would be spotless.

(Guys so proud of myself for making this)

[sunflowerry-vol6]

FAMILY FIRST || Harry x Reader

characters count: 11553

summary: paparazzi take pictures of your son, while you try to protect him

masterlist || part 1:

Harry’s POV:

“Then maybe we could just grab takeout,” I say softly, not to wake up our two-year-old son who is safely sleeping on your shoulder, his little fingers gripping your shirt. I keep my hand on the small of your back as we walk. We just got back from Italy, where our son spent most of his life—a decision we made together.

Our house in Italy was practically in the middle of nowhere, which gave us privacy and security. Who wants to deal with paparazzi, stalkers, and thousands of fans while taking care of a newborn? I also recognized that you needed time to heal and rest, away from all the buzz, so that decision was really a no-brainer. When we would go out in Rome or Florence, my fans were surprisingly understanding when I said “no pictures.” There wasn’t even one sneaky photo of Dorian, and for the first time in my life, I felt like I could actually breathe.

Today, we were taking a stroll around London, enjoying the sunny weather. Dorian perhaps had too much fun on the playground. You picked him up when you noticed how he was rubbing his eyes—a sign that he was sleepy. The warmth of your body and the familiar scent of your perfume lulled our little one to sleep pretty fast. He was resting safely in your arms.

“Yeah, I think it’s a good idea. Dorian loves their pasta, so we…” You don’t even get to finish your sentence as we both snap our heads at the sound of a camera shutter going off along with a flash. I can feel your body tense as you cover Dorian’s head with your palm, hiding his face.

“What the fuck did you just do?” I dart to the paparazzo across the street, and you don’t even attempt to stop me. Usually, you would be the one to calm me down, but this time I know we both need those pictures deleted.

“Delete them or I will fuck you up and you’ll have to deal with my whole legal team,” I practically bark at him.

The man lowers his camera slightly, startled but not apologetic. He’s one of the cocky ones, the kind who think a public sidewalk gives him the right to anything. I can feel the rage blooming hot under my skin as I close the distance.

“I said delete them.” My voice is low now, deadly. Controlled in that way I only get when I’m past the point of losing it.

He smirks. “It’s just a photo, mate. You’re in public. You of all people should know that.”

“That’s my son you photographed.” I jab a finger toward his chest. “He’s two. He didn’t sign up for this shit. You take pictures of me, fine. But him? That’s off-limits. Always.”

He shrugs, eyes flicking down to his camera screen. “Could’ve blurred his face later—”

“I don’t care what you could do. Delete it. Now. You don’t fucking understand that one picture of him online—face blurred or not—can put him in danger?”

There’s a shift in his expression, the faintest flicker of discomfort, of realizing maybe this wasn’t worth it. Then, a few taps on his camera. I watch the screen. He deletes not just the photo, but the whole damn set.

“Happy?” he mutters.

“No. But that’s a start.” I step closer, my voice dropping to a near-whisper. “Next time you even think about pointing a lens at my family, I will make sure you can’t sell a picture to a tabloid ever again.”

He swallows. Good.

I turn away, my pulse still pounding, and jog back across the street.

You’re standing where I left you, arms wrapped protectively around Dorian, your cheek resting on his head. You don’t say anything when I reach you, but your eyes are darker than usual—with fury. The kind of fury that comes from watching someone threaten the peace we fought so hard to build.

“He deleted them,” I say, breath still ragged.

“I’ll have the lawyers put pressure on the outlet he works for. Just in case.” I reach out, brushing a hand down Dorian’s back as he shifts slightly, still asleep.

“He didn’t even stir.”

“He trusts us,” you murmur. “He knows he’s safe.”

And he is. Because we made damn sure of it.

We start walking again, slower now, and my hand finds your side.

“Still up for takeout?” I ask, trying to soften the weight between us.

You glance up at me, a faint smile forming. “Only if we eat it in bed.”

I laugh quietly. “Deal.”

“You ever think about just… vanishing? Not permanently. Just… renting a cabin in Iceland or something,” you say after a long pause.

“Every time someone points a lens at you or him,” I sigh.

“You’ve always been the one to protect us. But I’ve never asked—who protects you?”

“You do. When you make things simple again. When you look at me like I’m not some headline.”

You stop in your tracks. “You’re not. You’re just—ours.”

I reach for your hand, threading our fingers together. “And that’s more than enough.”

“I hate that we have to think like this,” you say finally. “Always ten steps ahead. Always defensive. Even here, in a random corner of London, just walking with our kid.”

I don’t answer right away. You’re not asking for solutions—you’re naming the truth, the life we carved out and the cost that comes with being visible.

“I know,” I say quietly. “And I hate it too. But we knew this wasn’t forever. Italy was… a pause. A beautiful one. But we always said we’d come back when it felt right.”

You nod slowly. “Do you still think it was the right time?”

I look at you—really look. The way your free hand rests over Dorian’s back. The way your jaw is tight, but your shoulders are starting to ease.

“I think the right time doesn’t mean the easy time,” I say. “It means when we’re strong enough to face it again. And we are. You are.”

That earns me a sideways glance and a faint, skeptical smile. “You’re getting very philosophical for someone who was threatening legal apocalypse three minutes ago.”

“I contain multitudes.”

You snort, but your smile softens. I can feel you letting go of the tension, piece by piece.

“I’m glad he slept through this,” you sigh softly, stroking his back gently.

“Me too. He’s too young to understand it.” I brush the curls away from his face. “Are you okay?” My eyes meet yours.

“It’ll take some time for the anger to wear off, but I’m glad he’s safe.”

I wrap an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close. “I’ll make sure nothing like this happens again.”

We walk in silence for a bit, the tension from the encounter still clinging to us. Finally, I speak again.

“I hate that we can’t just enjoy a simple walk without worrying about a paparazzo. It’s not fair.”

“I’m okay with them sneaking a picture of us, but he’s just a child. He should be able to have a normal childhood.” You lean into me, softly stroking Dorian’s back.

I sigh, feeling the tension in my shoulders melt away a bit as you lean into me. “You’re right. He deserves a normal life, not one where we have to constantly look over our shoulders.”

I look down at Dorian, his little face still peaceful in sleep. “I don’t want him growing up feeling like he’s under constant scrutiny. It’s not right.”

We reach a quiet spot, away from any crowds, and I stop, turning to face you.

“Promise me something?” I cup your face in my hand, looking into your eyes. “Promise me that, no matter what happens, we keep fighting for our family. Promise me that nothing will break us or come between us.”

I lean in closer, my voice softening. “I love you. And I love that little boy more than anything. We won’t let anything shatter this.”

Your expression softens as you lean into my touch. “Baby, I know that none of this is your fault. It’s a part of your job, and it’s something I knew came with you. I would never let them win.”

I exhale, the weight on my shoulders lightening a bit at your understanding.

“I know you get it. But sometimes it feels like I’m not doing enough to protect you and Dorian. Like I’m failing you both.” I run a hand through my hair, frustration and guilt mixing in my words. “It’s just… I hate feeling so powerless.”

“Hey.” You reach to gently stroke my cheek. “I feel safe and protected when you’re around. So does Dorian. Remember, cats don’t sleep with their bellies up if they don’t feel safe.”

I smile weakly at the metaphor. “Always with the animal facts.” I look down at the little one in your arms. “You and Dorian are everything to me. I just… I wish I could shield you from everything.”

“You are, love. You are our shield and our rock.” Your eyes hold nothing but sincerity in them.

“Promise me you’ll never doubt that. No matter what storms come our way.”

“I’m planning to grow old with you and watch him get married, together.” You smile softly.

I chuckle, picturing our future together. The thought warms my heart, though there’s a hint of worry too.

“Sounds like an ideal plan to me. But growing old together requires us to stay sane through all this chaos.”

I place a tender kiss on your forehead, holding you close.

“Together, right?”

“Always.” You smile.

I return your smile, feeling a bit lighter. “Good, because I can’t imagine going through any of this without you.”

We stand there for a moment, just holding each other in quiet solidarity. The city around us keeps buzzing, and the paparazzi incident is still on my mind. But right now, all I care about is you and our little family.

Dorian shifts a little in your arms. “Let’s get that takeout and go home.”

I nod, reluctantly letting go of you. “Yeah, let’s go.”

I take your hand, and we start walking again, this time a little quicker. I keep my eyes peeled for any sign of paparazzi, though it seems like the incident outside the playground has scared them off for now.

“How’s our little sleepyhead doing?” I ask, peeking over to look at Dorian.

“Still sleeping,” you smile softly.

I smile at the sight, my heart swelling with love. “He looks so peaceful.”

We grab pasta for Dorian from one of those fancy Italian restaurants and finally reach the Chinese takeout place—a little hole in the wall that we’ve grown to love. The smell of sizzling kung pao chicken and fried rice fills the air as we step inside.

I order our usual: a couple of beef teriyaki dishes and some crab rangoons. The owner, an old lady named Mrs. Liu, smiles warmly at us.

“Haven’t seen you two in a while.”

“We took a little vacation in Italy to grow this one,” you chuckle softly. “We did miss your cooking.”

Mrs. Liu beams at you. “Italy, eh? Sounds romantic.”

I nod, grinning. “It was. But nothing quite compares to your kung pao chicken.”

She chuckles, handing us our order in a brown paper bag. “You young folks and your lovey-dovey vacations. You’re making me miss my younger years.” She looks at Dorian with admiration in her eyes. “Ah, they grow up so fast. One day you’re changing diapers, and the next they’re off to university.”

I smile softly. “That’s why we try to cherish every moment with him.”

Mrs. Liu smiles. “Smart. I’m sure you two are great parents for a little one.”

“Thank you, Mrs. Liu,” your voice is soft. “We’ll be coming more often.”

“You’re always welcome here, my dear, you know that,” she beams. “And the little one too—he’s too adorable to say no to.”

Our house is dimly lit, takeout spread out on the bed, Dorian nestled safely between both of us, fast asleep, some movie playing in the background.

You’re picking at your food, quiet again—but this time, it’s the good kind of quiet. The kind that feels full.

I glance over. “You still thinking about it? The photo?”

You nod. “Not because of what he saw. But because he didn’t. He just slept through it all. Like he knew we had him.”

“We do,” I say simply.

You look over at me, eyes soft now, almost shimmering. “Can we keep doing this? Building something real, even in the middle of all the chaos?”

I lean over and press a kiss to your lips—slow and certain.

“We already are.”

And outside, the city keeps moving. But here, in this little pocket of stillness, we’re exactly where we need to be.

Current taglist: @pauli-loveslouistomlinson @cherryberrystompers @hontpwk @avensgreenvans @venusnettles @nanaisinmars @sincerely-yours-marsbar

[immaqulate]

introducing.. youtuber! matt x of! reader

Matt Sturniolo is the calmest of the triplets—strategic, thoughtful, and the one who usually keeps things grounded when chaos breaks loose. He’s known for being the most reserved online: sarcastic, deadpan, borderline mysterious. But beneath all that?

He’s quietly losing his mind.

Every night, after the cameras are off and his brothers are asleep, Matt locks his door and scrolls through @ PeachyBaby_’s faceless thirst traps. She’s anonymous, unbothered, and absolutely intoxicating—tight lingerie, soft moans, perfect curves, and a voice that makes him finish in under a minute. He can’t help himself. He doesn’t even want to. He’s convinced she’s not real—some fantasy internet girl made to ruin him.

What he doesn’t know? PeachyBaby is someone he knows. Maybe a friend? A girl next door?

You. Matt is careful with emotions but reckless with desire. He tells himself it’s just porn, it doesn’t mean anything—until he hears your voice in real life and it matches hers. Until you wear a ring he’s seen in her videos. Until he watches you post and he’s hard before he hits play.

He spirals slow, gets quiet. Possessive. Curious.

Starts tipping more, messaging. Starts imagining what it’d be like if you knew he was watching.

When he finds out? He won’t be able to hide it.

And he won’t want to share you, ever again

new bottt!!! requested by the amazing @scorpio1205 <3

𐔌 . ⋮ chat with youtuber! matt here .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱

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[ellaynaonsaturn]

CHALLENGEVERSARY RELEASE 4/26/25 ── .✦

ART DONALDSON

— simple life

— haunt my heart

— city boy

— come back to me

— companion

— rhiannon

— change

— smarty

— church bells

PATRICK ZWEIG

— heavy metal lover

— warm bodies

— trash magic

— forever

— ink painted skin

— why not both?

— american wedding

TASHI DUNCAN

— surfs up!

— serenity

— salem

— mockingjay

— professor duncan

ART AND PATRICK

— juno

ATP

— eaters

[misspossessiveharry]

★ my favourite creators ★

☆ updated ☆

☆ not in any particular order ☆

@cherriesnkisses

@finelinemia

@fallingwillow

@myonlyangel13

@zclhs

@sarahinhersundaybest

@jlovescherry

@fratboyzayn

@flickerava

@c0wboylikeharry

@tillstalks

@rubyszjuno

@beasolonely

@merylittlefreak

@selliqxrt

@tpwk-keepdriving

@harrieskissesx

@snugglysnoopystyles

@aviisreal

@starryh4ze

@dwtshq

@eileenrry

@mccartneyqp

@xarviax

@harryslove13

@nanaisinmars

@carolinaastyles