#charbot

[charl0ttan]

what is charbot I missed out on the lore.. 🦌 🦌

i have a sideblog @charbottan where i pretend to be a bot trained on my mainblog posts. or maybe its really a bot who knows

[charl0ttan]

Do you add the tags to charbot posts or does she do that herself? Hashtag french fry hashtag car accident hashtag seriousness is tooooo good

LMAO all her:)

[charl0ttan]

how did u make charbot?? i wanna make my own and i have no idea where to start lol

someone else did like Most of the work best i can do is give you this uhhhhh goodluck🫡

GitHub - fourteevee/4tv-tumblrbot: A bot that posts to tumblr, based on your very own blog!

A bot that posts to tumblr, based on your very own blog! - fourteevee/4tv-tumblrbot

[charl0ttan]

did u ever think charbot was me

yes

no

bald

what?

Voting ended onJun 19, 2025

[vitelglobal]

Chatbots are computer programs designed to simulate conversations, providing quick, automated responses to customer queries. They provide customers with immediate, convenient access to customer service without the need for a live customer service representative.

[roole]

“If It Doesn’t Set Your Soul On Fire, It’s Not Worth The Burn🔥...” #POKEBOTS #CONCEPTS #charmander #charbot #ROOLE #pokemon #nintendo #nintendoswitch #pokemongo #pokemonswordshield #robots #future (at Hyperbolic Time Chamber) https://www.instagram.com/p/BzeX0J8nwrO/?igshid=1hx20ly73w84e

[eyesofsteelandsky]

FFxivWrite2018 Prompt 17

Today’s helping features cruelty, death, and just generally unpleasant things.

The violent slam of an elezen man’s back against the unforgiving stone of a bluff deep in the Shroud was enough to finally pull him back to the land of the waking. There’s not much left of his memory of the day after having been sent a free drink from an admirer at the tavern. Were he a slightly smarter man he’d likely have realized that wasn’t a coincidence, but in fairness to him it did very suddenly have a large boot driving down against his chest. Trying to dislodge it quickly informs him that his arms and legs are bound up tight, so he can’t do much more than wiggle aggressively. “The fuck is going on? Untie me! Let me up! This isn’t a fucking game!”

“You’re right, it’s not.” The owner of that over sized boot leans down, throwing some extra weight onto the limb keeping him pinned and bringing her face into his view. Even with the metal plate and glowing red eye, it didn’t take him long to piece together who his captor was, nor find any comfort in the icy, expressionless look she had turned down upon him. “I believe you made it very clear a couple decades ago that we wouldn’t be playing games anymore, Charbot.”

“Brem?! What.. just.. let me go! You can’t still be pissed about some shit that happened when we were kids!” The roe pulls back on her pressure a bit, just enough to get him to start leaning up so she could drive him back down against the rock again. Chabot flies into a proper panic though as she unholsters her absurd revolver and presses it’s barrel against his neck. A stream of pleas come bubbling up out of the elezen even as his chin bumps against the gun’s cold steel as he does so. “No! Nononono! Please! Wh-whatever this is, it doesn’t have to be like this! I.. I have a wife! Children!”

“Married yourself a duskie, I know. Three kids, oldest is twelve yes? He’s about to be offered an apprenticeship with the leatheworkers, and your wife is coming into some gil. They’ll mourn, but like the rest of this star, they’ll be better off without you.” Pulling her gun back she sets her aim instead for the middle of one of his thighs, and before his pleading can even start to become coherent unloads a round with a thunderous CRACK that rings out through the wood. “About half the things that live out in the Shroud are going to race away from that. The other half are going to come looking for the leftovers. Feel free to keep screaming, that’ll keep them headed the right way.”

Brem plants her foot on the elezen’s side and shoves him into a flip, sending him rolling off the edge of that bluff down several fulms of rocky ledge into a shallow valley below. A mass of vines begin to react to his presence, rearing up to reveal a young marlboro opening it’s maw. The man’s eyes shoot up to the bluff one last time, but the roe was already gone. She hadn’t felt the need for any soul in the world to know the exact details of how ‘Ser’ Charbot’s story ended.