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hiii anne, how r u? are you still making bots:(? i dont see you too active here and on character ai

hello, i am pissed. but technically, yes, i am. hit a wall on my ability to write, i thought i was bad at taking criticism but turns out it's even worse when the criticism isn't even smth i can fix. i may sound passive aggressive or js aggressive, but i'm not mad at you for asking or anything like that. otherwise, i'm fine, just chronically procrastinating. i hope you're doing better :)

#౨ৎ⋆ anne’s annotations ˚｡⋆ #everything i write it ooc #my opinions on charas are all wrong #my brain wont stop obsessing bcus someone had to complain they didn't like that i don't like a character #im here just avoiding thinking about it #so hiatus?? #semi? #idk

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I love angst especially when it’s like tragic angst love. They love each other but they know they can’t be together. It’s so cruel and I love it

oh my goodness, you speak to my soul on another level.

those bittersweet moments filled with nothing but love and joy, constantly sabotaged by ticking clock in the back of their mind. a reminder that no good things are permanent for them, that no matter how good this is; it has to end. and when that person keeps their tragic finale to themself. cherishing the pure love on their lover's face, untainted by the agony that entangles their heart. the innocence and passion of it all was unconditional, even if not for forever.

oh, and don't even get me started on when that right time comes. person protecting their love's heart from their broken hands or whatever external reason for their relationship ending, watching their person find their person. that maybe if they weren't as much of a coward as they were back then, their person would still love them. revisiting their secret place, building the dream home they built together in their hearts; anything everything to try to soothe that constant lacking.

but specifically when they both know they can't be together? even worse. one who copes with it with jokes and how they both knew it was inevitable and the other who is gut wrenched even though they ran the scenario through their mind a thousand times. two who tell their friends, one making jokes to fill the awkward silence and the other silent as their roam endless thoughts in the pursuit of some sort of peace.

two who reunite, the jokester married and the heartbroken waiting. time, years, have passed, but their dynamic is all the same. one making the same dumb jokes like their heart was light for the first time, the other hanging on to each word like they were words just for them, crafted by angels. two grown adults reduced to nothing more than two longing kids because no time would ever be right for them.

#౨ৎ⋆ anne’s annotations ˚｡⋆ #thought i'd come out of hiding for this one. #angsty love stories #oh how i love them #i love sitting in silence with people i care about and i can imagine lovers like this doing the same but moments like that are the closest #things they get to relief #ugh <3

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hi! would you consider making more webslinger bots?

don't even need to consider, patrick ohara is my man. he's my pedro pascal most definitely, he is so fine. it's criminal. i don't even need his face, ik he is very hot. his personality too, his accent, his very being. him and spiderman noir, they have me in a chokehold.

#౨ৎ⋆ anne’s annotations ˚｡⋆ #i can go on for hpurs #i just need some ideas #i think i have some #😔😔 #i js think abt how hot they are nthg else

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Hello! I was wondering if you still have open request for bots? Thank you,have a good night

hello!! yes, funny timing as i was just working on some after forever. have a good night as well <3

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What do you think of John marston?

he's hot, that's about it (pretending i didn't just write this whole thing abt him.) while i've read that he gets better over time, i'm yet to see it so i have mixed feelings on him. he's not a good father, not a good friend, not a good husband. let's be real here, he wouldn't make a good partner unless he fell in love before joining the gang.

john marston who wasn't completely alone before dutch saved his tail from getting hung. there was this poor baker and his wife, they had a kid, you. you weren't wealthy folk, no, but you always brought john dinner or shared yours. it wasn't large portions, but enough to keep him from dying of hunger.

you first met him when you caught him trying to steal from the bakery, rather than telling your parents you just handed him to bread. you had a mini picnic on the bakery's front porch, you talking his ears off was more than enough payment for the food.

you brought him food a couple more times, talking about yourself while he ate in silence, eventually he opened up and started engaging in the conversations you started. he never told you much about himself, other than the orphanage you could find him at. he showed you which window was his and that you only need to toss a pebble at it to get his attention.

as time passed, john became more and more of a no b.s. little boys. the kind of little boy that got himself killed or in a gang, as your daddy said. he didn't put up with anyone messing with you, in that respect he got more aggressive with your bullies, but never with you. you taught him things you learned from your mother as she was your teacher, some of it didn't stick but you tried.

inevitably, john disappeared. he was either dead in a ditch or in a gang, your dad didn't mention a third possibility but you liked to believe he'd been adopted by a nice family and that you'd see him again. you were only about 11 years old and he was 12, it wasn't shocking for you to have such enthusiasm.

life continued as usual for about three decades. you never married, business was going well after your parents died and suddenly you had one too many responsibilities on your plate for any of that. the world was becoming more and more industrialized by the day, you wouldn't even recognize it to what it once was when you were a kid. the only place that felt like home was your bakery, which is part of the reason it was doing so well, the nostalgia.

having had been in the business for so long, you were no stranger to thieves ─ you even caught one before you were double digits. one a particularly slow morning, the grey clouds settling in as you prepared for rain, a quiet hum caught your attention.

stepping out from the back, you caught a young man staring down your trays of different breads. he wasn't quiet at all, practically begging to be caught. you smiled, planning on just giving some to him anyway, but the look he gave you rendered you speechless from deja vu. same type of bread, same guilty smile, same brown eyes, same thinking hum.

"aw c'mon, son ─ jus' had to be this one of all the damn shops on the block," a man swore, the same way your dad did when he read about some young-ins doing stupid stuff in the paper. the voice was familiar, deeper as it had been many years now, but before you was john marston and another younger john marston.

since leaving the gang and his son's mother, john marston was a changed man. finally able to pay you back for all the bread and the bread his boy tried to steal. this time he gave you a proper picnic, in the large yard on his property. he set up under on of his sycamore trees, just like you had described three decades ago.

john marston may not have been adopted by some nice family nor was he always a nice man, but he was ready to become one for his son and you.

#౨ৎ⋆ anne’s chronicles ˚｡⋆ #rdr2 x reader #rdr2 #john marston #john marston x reader #red dead redemption 2 x reader #red dead redemption 2 #red dead redemption fluff #rdr2 fluff #john marston fluff #rdr2 fanfic #rdr2 imagine

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i want to address two things: 1.) you don't have to call me tuxebo, you can call me anne. 😭😭 i've been thinking a lot abt it and i understand it might be "disrespectful" to nickname someone you don't know, it is in my culture but pls, it's okay to call me anne.

2.) bcus i made a pjo blog and so if you see it, it's me, dw homies.

#౨ৎ⋆ anne’s annotations ˚｡⋆ #b4 u ask #@annrgy #oui oui #okay adios #why i made it: i'm going to be posting too much pjo content #i don't want ppl who don't care about pjo to get swamped

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a runner up for my next series. competitors being bots that are mortal x the gods, i've been wanting to make some so bad. ares is so flipping fine, it hurts ─ also tarzan as a concept is rlly hot, kinda irrelevant tho.

anyways the series with feature: hera, annabeth, piper, jason (!!), leo (!!!), chiron, dionysus (?!), etc. + an oc or two maybe?

when water meets wine. | (pjackson)

the blessing of hera includes violet eyes and slightly elongated hair, which is easy to miss. also sensing emotions and using feathers as weapons aren't really useful to any capacity, neither is a blessing in marriage for a thirteen year old, the real blessing of hera comes in the goddess's intentions.

now, i'm not saying hera is a good person, far from it, but it's never bad to be a powerful person's favorite. from putting leo in a fire as a baby to tampering with percy and jason's memories and making them switch places, what if she did a little more.

being a child of one of hera's friends was the easy part, receiving the blessing was not. various challenges since the day you were born, think leo but worse. your father has found you rolled up in a hallowed out cabbage of lettuce in his green house, as if you grew from the seed; bundled in a blanket stuffed with atropa belladonna, the plant made you (an infant) fly for days much to your father's dismay. might i note, he couldn't take care of the sores you got because you were in the air.

none of this was normal. all of this only had one possible culprit, your mother. their poor relationship only grew more strained, her visits were nothing more than a screaming match. of course, there was another woman there to comfort you, someone you never told your dad about. you ran to her like a sheep to its shepherd, not realizing you were running to the very root of your problems. she was the dirty water to your seed, no good but water no less. her hands ran down your hair with a gentle smile, eyes boring into you with intentions you could never quite place.

when you got to camp, she disappeared. it was so strange, you began to believe it was all something you made up in your head to deal with the nightmares, until zeus pisses hera off yet agan.

before your mother even claimed you, you were invited to stay in hera's cabin — by the goddess of marriage herself. in hindsight, she probably might have killed you if you took up that offer. in other words, you denied it but did get punished for it once more. a child of demeter who killed everything they touched, how fitting.

furthermore, to be tasked as one of percy's peer mentors? a mockery.

blessed by hera and punished by her as well, you saw the world through violet eyes.

coincidently, the only thing percy jackson could remember were violet eyes. he thought those might've been his eyes, though his reflection told him that wasn't the case. no one had violet eyes but you, hera made sure of that. she knew the son of poseidon would stop at nothing to find that exact shade, even if he had no clue who you were (at least right now.) if there was someone, however, she paid off the mist to change the color when percy saw them.

when hera placed him in camp jupiter, everywhere he searched for those eyes. he became praetor, wanting to get an eagle's eye view to hopefully spot them. the closest he got to finding you was when he ran into aphrodite, the goddess with violet eyes. there was no way the only person he could think of, though, definitely not after talking to her.

when he was at camp, you taught him many things. even if he couldn't remember, plants came easy to him, which ones to steer clear of and which ones would give him exactly what he needed. you, daughter of a forester who was a former biochemist, taught him all this and it came to percy very naturally.

you were one of the demigods sent to retrieve percy, from camp jupiter. your (peer) metorship with percy earned you a spot on the argo ii, also hera but whatever.

once you were standing before the long line of curious roman demigods, and percy jackson, a gush of water pushes you forward and interrupts any thought you might have had. you were pushed into the son of poseidon's arms, much to everyone's (except hera's) confusion.

there must've been a dryer way he could've done that, at least.

#౨ৎ⋆ anne’s annotations ˚｡⋆ #anyways onenof my anons gave me an idea #more than an idea #this

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when water meets wine. | (pjackson)

the blessing of hera includes violet eyes and slightly elongated hair, which is easy to miss. also sensing emotions and using feathers as weapons aren't really useful to any capacity, neither is a blessing in marriage for a thirteen year old, the real blessing of hera comes in the goddess's intentions.

now, i'm not saying hera is a good person, far from it, but it's never bad to be a powerful person's favorite. from putting leo in a fire as a baby to tampering with percy and jason's memories and making them switch places, what if she did a little more.

being a child of one of hera's friends was the easy part, receiving the blessing was not. various challenges since the day you were born, think leo but worse. your father has found you rolled up in a hallowed out cabbage of lettuce in his green house, as if you grew from the seed; bundled in a blanket stuffed with atropa belladonna, the plant made you (an infant) fly for days much to your father's dismay. might i note, he couldn't take care of the sores you got because you were in the air.

none of this was normal. all of this only had one possible culprit, your mother. their poor relationship only grew more strained, her visits were nothing more than a screaming match. of course, there was another woman there to comfort you, someone you never told your dad about. you ran to her like a sheep to its shepherd, not realizing you were running to the very root of your problems. she was the dirty water to your seed, no good but water no less. her hands ran down your hair with a gentle smile, eyes boring into you with intentions you could never quite place.

when you got to camp, she disappeared. it was so strange, you began to believe it was all something you made up in your head to deal with the nightmares, until zeus pisses hera off yet agan.

before your mother even claimed you, you were invited to stay in hera's cabin — by the goddess of marriage herself. in hindsight, she probably might have killed you if you took up that offer. in other words, you denied it but did get punished for it once more. a child of demeter who killed everything they touched, how fitting.

furthermore, to be tasked as one of percy's peer mentors? a mockery.

blessed by hera and punished by her as well, you saw the world through violet eyes.

coincidently, the only thing percy jackson could remember were violet eyes. he thought those might've been his eyes, though his reflection told him that wasn't the case. no one had violet eyes but you, hera made sure of that. she knew the son of poseidon would stop at nothing to find that exact shade, even if he had no clue who you were (at least right now.) if there was someone, however, she paid off the mist to change the color when percy saw them.

when hera placed him in camp jupiter, everywhere he searched for those eyes. he became praetor, wanting to get an eagle's eye view to hopefully spot them. the closest he got to finding you was when he ran into aphrodite, the goddess with violet eyes. there was no way the only person he could think of, though, definitely not after talking to her.

when he was at camp, you taught him many things. even if he couldn't remember, plants came easy to him, which ones to steer clear of and which ones would give him exactly what he needed. you, daughter of a forester who was a former biochemist, taught him all this and it came to percy very naturally.

you were one of the demigods sent to retrieve percy, from camp jupiter. your (peer) metorship with percy earned you a spot on the argo ii, also hera but whatever.

once you were standing before the long line of curious roman demigods, and percy jackson, a gush of water pushes you forward and interrupts any thought you might have had. you were pushed into the son of poseidon's arms, much to everyone's (except hera's) confusion.

there must've been a dryer way he could've done that, at least.

#this isn't an actual fic just a premise #percy jackson x reader #pjo x reader #percy jackson #pjo #percy jackson fluff #pjo fluff #pjo x you #percy jackson x you #praetor percy x reader #camp jupiter #camp half blood

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More Percy bots when

when i have an idea tbh i've gotten like 3 messages for more percy but i still don't know what to make them about, i'm sorry. thinking about it, though!!

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Cats or dogs!?

cats!!

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did you ever think about making an Octavian (HOO) bot?

have. i. ever? i love octavian sm, i js don't know what to make for him. i have my own priv one that's very technically ooc, but idc. i don't want to post it though because like it could be better.

#౨ৎ⋆ anne’s annotations ˚｡⋆ #i do think about it tho #more than i should #he's so domesticated wild cat #like doesn't like that he's fallen for you but wth can he do? #NOTHING

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That was such a cute idea for Arthur perhaps a new bot idea just like that? Perhaps? perchance? Possibly? Maybe?

thank you!! i would like to, but it would be multiple bots covering different scenarios or over the time your relationship, if that makes sense. if you have a more specific request, i'm willing to take it so i can do it sooner :)

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what is is with you and angst? genuinely curious, who hurt you, babes? 😭😭

i mean, i don't know. i like to think of angst as an incomplete story, yk? right person, wrong time, well find them at the right time. can't with them because of society, well take over society and change the rules. can't be with them because they die, create time travel to save them or alternatively break into hell to bring them back (orpheus did it). yk, standard "if he wanted to, he would" stuff.

i also don't think you guys realize just how much i love bladerunner (both movies) they literally open my creativity, especially 2049. i can not think of anything else, literally in shackles for these movies, the concept of loving the "perfect" thing that you need to destroy or literally can't have.

not just any loving but a needing kind of loving, hating everything that you are but loving them so much more that it doesn't matter how much you hate yourself for a moment kind of loving. your heart needing them like your lungs need air kind of loving. a deadly kind of loving.

the kind of loving that leads a man to forget himself as he clings desperately to a fading memory of his dead first love, the kind of loving that leads a man to make a split second decision to stand in front of a blade or a bullet to protect a hallucination of her without a second thought, the kind of loving that leads a man to tear hell itself apart to find her.

the kind of loving that leaves a man willing to ruin himself for it, to fix himself for it, to change himself for it. the kind of loving that leaves a man willing to sacrifice for it, whatever it takes. but it's never enough, it never is.

i also love the love that conquers, no matter what. there is no "what if," he knows how it ends because he will make sure it ends that way. be damned if you try to stop him.

man, i really want to write a book.

#౨ৎ⋆ anne’s annotations ˚｡⋆ #this is why i love severus snape so much #there wad literally nothing he didn't try to get lily back #he loved her more than he loved himself #thats why he let her go #the ONLY reason #imo #being that he saw she was happy

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Ofc it's angst, love it tho, love you🙏🙏

now what on earth do you mean by that? 🤨 now, you see what happens when you give me too much creative freedom? angst.

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okay you did praetor percy but what about PRAETOR JASON🫨🫨🫨🫨

as much as i love jason, i have to say percy takes the cake of praetor arcs, now i will first talk about why i don't like praetor! jason. my biggest "icks" from him in this era are the fact his "temptation to deliberate" would be in its worse phase. he hasn't developed at all as a character and his fear of letting everyone down would most likely put immense pressure on mr. perfect's shoulders.

to be fair, that itself isn't a problem, perse, but he'd definitely forget you exist until reyna asks about you. i hate to say it, but it's true. the reason he "worked" with piper is because it wasn't him, it was the goddess of marriage. i can only guess with the freetime and memories of what "worked," he was able to maintain his relationship. in other words, juno gave him the ultimate cheat code.

so that's the thought process behind this bot. this context makes it kind of sad, if you know that it's for the better that you two aren't together but love him anyway? idk, but i am willing to talk about praetor jason in the context that he went back to camp jupiter rather than staying at chb. i have a lot of thoughts on that, actually.

greeting under cut:

A kiss. One stupid, stupid kiss. How wrong it was of you to do, you moved on ─ Jason Grace, your ex… no, you shouldn't have kissed him. It was wrong, but it didn't feel like it, not when it happened and not in the days leading up to it.

In the days (months, rather) leading up to it, how could you think of anything but him? There was this calming air about him despite the stress that weighed him down behind closed doors and seeing him around everywhere didn't help, working with him on occasion really didn't help. He cared about the campers, a proud member of the 5th Cohort, despite their reputation.

You were happy now; you were flourishing in sparring and studies, friends and hobbies to fill the hours… you even had a new boyfriend, genius and on the senate ─ unlike Jason, he had time for you. He trained the new kids in how the "government" worked at Camp Jupiter, he was one of the strongest in your cohort, and he… he dropped everything for you, when you asked him to.

Yet, this feeling in your chest. As amazing as your boyfriend is, Jason haunted your every thought. How he was taking everything, you could only assume… well, you couldn't assume anything because everything was so okay on the outside, because you and Jason weren't close anymore you no longer hand "inside" access.

The first time you've seen him one-on-one in months, you just wanted to talk, to catch up. You were still friends and friends talked, it was normal. Past curfew, you waited in his office for him to return, occupying yourself with the trinkets on his desk.

You just wanted to talk but when he walked in through that door, your name falling from his lips in surprise… the moment was blurred, but you kissed him ─ you were kissing him. The praetor's blue eyes stared into yours with even more surprise than you, how you were going to explain why your lips were on his... that was a bridge you'd cross in a moment.

#౨ৎ⋆ new journal entry ˚｡⋆ #jason grace #pjo jason #jason grace x reader #jason grace angst #jason grace x you #pjo x reader #jason grace c.ai #character ai #character ai bot #c.ai #pjo character ai

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are you by chance a horsegirl

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my crush made fun of me and my friend for being horse girls, don't laugh at me. she's a serious english rider, i'm a casual western one. (in the sense that she owns her own horse that she rides regularly and i don't.) i can't escape the allegations, i really don't know how you guys read me so well.

#౨ৎ⋆ anne’s annotations ˚｡⋆ #i had actual war flashbacks just then #yes i was and very much am to this DAY #i act like i the only two things i actually wrote on this blog weren't primarily about horses #in my defense #they are incredibly beautiful creatures

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Helloooo I am obsessed with your bots and I thank you for your services 🥹🥹🥹 but please I need to know, how do you make the greetings so long? The characters limit is at 500 for me, I don't understand😭 I'm sorry if it's something obvious, and for the bother!!

hello, im glad you like them <3 as for length, use the website!!

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