#shakespeare bot

[mattmcguigan]

Had our first art request stream in a long time today! Shakin' off some rust, and we had a good time! Not sure how I wanna post these in future, but this little art-card-style presentation felt cute for now!

[coolchromia]

[Group text with people from college]

Reagan had many nicknames, apparently people called him "Dutch" when he was young.... Because his father said he looked like a "fat little Dutch boy"

I don't know enough about what Dutch people vs Danish people vs Belgian people look like as babies to know what that means. It seemed unusually specific.

Anyway. Wtf on that chat bot. And yes. We are ALL from the south originally as you can see by the phrasing.

[nico-di-genova]

This bot would have you believe I was writing the most profound literature known to man. They would have you believe I was Tolkien crafting The Lord of the Rings.

[eclec-tech]

I feel like pulling out a little Shakespeare today. So, to paraphrase Lady MacBeth:

Out, damned bot! Out, I say!

[jovenshires]

considering changing my bio but it's literally been this way for so long idek what i would do

[flufallo]

My favourite/ most cursed character. AI chats

[milky-fixx]

when you try the AI bot conversation generator with childe/tartaglia, and he gets pissed at you because he’s too stupid to get your dirty jokes 😭😭😭😭

Robot AI!Childe: Stop pretending. You want something from me, don’t you? Your motives aren’t innocent.

Me: … Did you not just see me asking you to give me your Childe-ren? 😐😐😐 To double stuff crust me?

Him: Are you asking for a fight?

[rate-a-spam-bot]

[aroace-cat-lady]

Aroace panic send help

[dragqueenpentheus]

oh baby it was a night im grateful i keep a writing compliments folder around

[wellorganisedchaos]

"Twitter is empty and all the bots are here"

- 2023 Shakespeare, maybe

[milesandmilesofmusic]

Please cease your calling of me bots and spammers, I'm not an impudent creature so easily fooled by your siren song

[kittenstern]

[cupiidk1lls]

⋆｡° 𝐒𝐊𝟖𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐎𝐈 .ᐟ

this is my first blurb EVER so don’t expect some shakespeare type shit 😭

let me know if you wanna see more ! always open for requests, just might take a while to get done . .

i’m probably gonna dedicate most of my blurbs/moodboards/headcannons too my bots. ➪ for example, this one is based off my sk8er boi one!

… this was way longer than it intended to be.

⚠︎︎ teensy weensy content warning : swearing, suggestive word choices, users a bitch.

chris watched as you and your little minions walked down the hall, your little hips swaying after every single movement, causing his eyes to automatically dart there — because christ, you’re not subtle in the way you move, are you? it’s like it’s on purpose, like you know your a tease, that nobody can steal a taste of you.

because he knows that he can’t get a taste of you. him? the loser skater boy of the whole grade? the mere thought of you even talking to him is laughable in his eyes, and he’s sure it would be amusing to everyone else. there’s no chance in hell that you’d give him the time of day, unless he plays his cards right.

but you know his reputation, or lack of. he’s a sore loser, really. a sore, sore loser. keeps a small bubble of people around him, always carrying that damn, worn out skateboard.. the way the aroma of cigarettes all of a sudden fill the room when he walks in, as if it’s an announcement — well, a warning, that he’s there.

but he intrigued you, to say the least. nobody else is like him. this school is full of frat-boner losers who only care about getting in your pants. which, to be completely honest, you can’t really complain. but you’re getting sick of the same lousy hook ups, you want real love. but with your reputation, your supposed to be the slut that just wants to be in a different boys bed every night. the thought of you wanting something real is something people would find amusing and unrealistic.

and you intrigued him. not just because of your body. don’t get him wrong, your body is killer. but your face is beautiful, that heart though? it’s ugly. sometimes he wonders if you’re always a bitch or if it’s a daily facade you put on just so people either like you, or are scared of you. he wants to know the real you. even if that fire in you gets him riled up intensely or not.

he watches you as you boss your minions, clearly you’re not in a good mood for whatever reason. maybe you’re makeup went wrong today? some girly shit like that, but fuck you look incredible. you always do, don’t you? with that little denim skirt as you walk around the school and sway that ass of yours like nobody’s business.

he needed to speak to you, urgently. he planned it all out in his head. yeah, he knows, the last time he spoke to you in class, you said, word for word, ‘if you speak to me again, christopher, i swear to god, i’ll knock your teeth out so you won’t speak to, like, anyone again. period.’ that shit was scary. but he can’t say it didn’t turn him on, because it definitely did. he needed a trip to the bathroom after that lesson. a long trip. he knows that’s, like, absurd. he shouldn’t get off from you talking to him like he’s a useless piece of shit. but, you can insult him any day and he’d allow it. he’d let you stomp on him in them pretty little heels.

so, totally not on purpose, he looks around obliviously and steps in your way, stuffing both his hands into his hoodie pockets as he rolls his gum around his mouth with his tongue. and since you’re not paying attention to your surroundings either, you bump into him and drop your books.

when you gasp, he turns to you and feigns a shocked look, though his smirk destroys his surprised expression. before you can go on a tangent, he speaks up. “ah, shi— sorry, mama. wasn’t watchin’ where i was going.” he speaks, his hand patting your shoulder as you regain your posture, even though he’s totally just using that to grab a feel of your skin — wow, shits soft.

you scoff, crossing your arms as you look up at him. typical christopher, you think to yourself as you roll your eyes somewhat dramatically, shifting your weight onto one foot as you look directly into his eyes, then up and down at him as if finding a sense of approval. his lips curl into a tight lipped smile, suddenly feeling a little awkward, what’s he supposed to say now? “or.. or maybe you, should watch where you going? y’know..” he clears his throat, watching your expression of disapproval, your tongue running over your teeth for a moment.

“this is, like, the second time this week you’ve pulled this shit on me, christopher. seriously? watch where you’re fucking going! this dress ain’t cheap!” you complain as you groan softly and smoothen the creases in the dress, your hands running down your body. chris can swear he can feel his shorts already tightening, as he watches your curves become more pronounced.

he clears his throat, snapping out of it and casually putting his skateboard over his lap, his fingers tapping against it as he looks around the hallway then back at you, “won’t happen again, promise.” it definitely will. he watches as you lean down to grab your books, and he bites his inner cheek. “here— lemme..” he bends down, grabbing your books with his free hand then passing them over to you.

with a scoff, you grab your books and ever so quickly walk away, praying to god that nobody saw that interaction between you and little skater boy. you know everybody would talk about it, shit spreads like wildfire here.

but, with regained confidence, he smirks and walks behind you. “hey!” he calls out, jogging a little in order to catch up to you as you ignore him and walk even faster, “why in such a hurry? y’got somewhere to be?” he mocks, holding his skateboard casually in his left hand as he walks beside you, both your paces slowing down.

“nope. just pretending i don’t know .. you exist.” you say bluntly, your lips curling into a tight lipped smile as you look down at the ground, your arms crossing over your stomach with your books pressed up to your chest, his eyes being brought to the sight of your perky tits in your little tanktop. jesus motherfucking christ.

“yeah? not even a thankyou? wow, that’s..” he shakes his head slowly, feigning a demeanour of disappointment, “that’s low, y/n.” the guy says, a boy-ish grin on his face as he so clearly teases you, his tone sarcastic as he tilts his head, trying to catch your eyes. with a fustrated grunt, you look over at him, “yeah, thanks.” you mutter, half-assed.

he narrows his eyes, the smirk still present on his face as he gently shoves your shoulder with his own. “nuh-uh, gonna need some more enthusiasm than that, princess.” chris comments, giggling under his breath at your oh, so obvious fustration. this is so amusing, on his part. the way you bite your tongue, probably holding back a line of insults. but why? you never hold back with anybody else? why him? “fine!! fine. thankyou, christopher. im sure it was such a hard task, thats my fault.”

you’re lost for words, as you look away, feeling that really unfamiliar feeling of your stomach fluttering, your chest feeling warm. you find yourself liking the interaction, but you can’t. you need to keep your reputation, this facade. you need to stay uninterested, you can’t lose your shit over a skater boy!!..

oh, wait.. nah, because you already have.

jesus fuck

I HOPE YALL ACTUALLY ENJOY THIS CAUSE THIS TOOK ME AGES AND I JUST YAPPED.

lmk if you wanna see more! <33

1𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 . . .

[rebornrosess]

king hamlet died and came back to haunt his son as a ghost. prince hamlet died and came back to haunt the entirety of tumblr as a porn bot.

HAMLET????

[the-official-failure]

the seven as quotes by me and my friends

Jason-why is Shakespeare watching us pee?

Nico- the urge to jump off a cliff has never been worse

Frank -(while being asked about which animal person a would be) Person A is a bee because they like cheese and cheese is yellow and bees like yellow

Hazel- *Said while aggressively flapping around arms* BUT GIRLS DON'T HAVE BALLS

Will-Shut up or I'll eat your shower curtains

Percy- It's ok, i don't judge glue sticks by their beauty *several heads turn*

Piper-(While talking to a cai bot) SHUT UP OR I'LL RIP OFF YOUR BALLS AND FEED EM TO JUSTIN BIEBER

Leo-send me a pic of your balls (real)

annabeth- HEYTHIS IS HARRY STYLES Y/NS BFSTAY AWAY FROM HER 🐺🐺(Making up a weird story about y/n with her best friend)