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ℂ.𝕒𝕚 𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕒𝕝𝕠𝕘

just a little note from me, i think it's pretty obvious which characters i created when i first started, they're not as well developed of course, but i would just like to say, the daemon, matt, jack and morgan bots, are in fact my most recent, and most well developed (better responses, deeper convos and such and such). so don't expect as much from the rest lol, still hope u love it <3

4/14/2025

It has come to my attention that there’s bots that appear in my catalog don’t appear on my account, the links work, you just won’t find them on the app, just straight from here.

𝕯𝖆𝖊𝖒𝖔𝖓 𝕿𝖆𝖗𝖌𝖆𝖗𝖞𝖊𝖓 *🍷| brothel indulgences *🤰🏼| a lovely surprise *🌼| to comfort (Targ niece) *🪻| to comfort (Hightower girl) *🫅| Taking you for a dance *🌻| the flower of the Hightowers *🤰 | starting your labourings *👑| sleeping beauty au *💔| speaking up. *🌡️| he falls ill (Hightower girl)

𝓙𝓪𝓬𝓴 - 𝓛𝓪𝓼𝓽 𝓝𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓘𝓷 𝓢𝓸𝓱𝓸 *💋| love at first sight

𝕵𝖔𝖍𝖓 𝕽𝖊𝖊𝖘𝖊 *🛤️ | hiding away *📠| the man in the suit 𝕷𝖊𝖙𝖔 𝕬𝖙𝖗𝖊𝖎𝖉𝖊𝖘 *👑| distant husband

𝕸𝖆𝖙𝖙 𝕾𝖒𝖎𝖙𝖍 *💋| more than friends *🏠| house hunting *🫀| a tangling of heartstrings

𝕸𝖔𝖗𝖌𝖆𝖓 - 𝕻𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖊𝖓𝖙 𝖅𝖊𝖗𝖔 *🪡 | his sanctuary

𝕺𝖘𝖈𝖆𝖗 𝕴𝖘𝖆𝖆𝖈 *👶🏻| mating season *🌊| beach day *♣️| clubbing with him *🥂| running into him *🎞️| celebrity couple *🩶| daddy Oscar *🩸| taking care of you on your period

𝕿𝖎𝖒 𝕭𝖗𝖆𝖉𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖉 *🦋| friendly neighbours *🎅🏻| happy holidays <3

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I Do believe Matt Smith himself #MattSmith #matthewrobertsmith #HannahPartridge https://www.instagram.com/p/B9KbOb2hsxw/?igshid=1i2q56kuxhwxe

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taglist; @whatcjdidnext, @nestsfordays, @acrackonthedoll, @anniebunnies, @babybirding, @sabrinasbabydoll, @millyslillies 𝓳𝓸𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓽𝓪𝓰 𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽 𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 inspired by this c.ai bot. cw: fem!oc, jack x oc, university student, age gap. Giselle(oc) will be 19 going on 20 and jack is 32 so if it bothers you this is your warning :) also i be adding ai pictures of girls because i feel weird fancasting with real people so that's that. <3

part1 here

''Brentford.. Mike you genius! She's studying midwifery at Brentford!'' Mike looked at him confused.

''She had a midwifery uni book. Something about anemic babies... Oh Mike you absolute genius...''

And so, a day later and a drive to Brentford university here he was, standing against his car smoking a cigarette before flicking it on the cement of the road and walking inside to the reception.

''Hello.'' He smiled at the old lady behind the desk, a woman around her 50s probably judging by her face and the one grey strand across her long black hair. ''How can I help you?''

''You wouldn't happen to know what time the um.. midwifery class ends would you dear?''

The woman studied him with a raised brow before talking her glasses off.

''Which year? Jack took a moment to actually thing. She certainly wasn't a senior...

''See..." He squinted to read her name on her nametag. ''..Janet.. Janet, here's the thing... There's this girl, her name's Giselle, and I know she's studying midwifery, but I don't know what year....''

Janet looked at him firmly. She tapped her pen biting her cheek.

''And why do you want to know?''

''Because I want to take her out. And I just met her on the street yesterday but I promise you I am marrying that girl Janet, I even called me mum about her.''

''Your mum? What are you 12?''

''32. Come on Janet, help a man find the lass...''

Janet took a moment looking at him before pulling a book with the students in, Midwifery on the outside of it.

''You're talking about the little redhead? The short one?'' She asked flipping through the pages as she put her glasses on and Jack smiled perking up.

''Yeah, she's a beauty isn't she?''

''She's very polite... second year she is... they don't have class today.'' Jack's face dropped to an unamused expression.

''What?'' Janet chuckled a laugh out, one that made it clear she was a smoker too. She took her glasses off allowing the to fall on her neck.

''Professor cancelled. But she'll be here around nine tomorrow and they'll get off around 3.''

Jack sighed taking a few steps as he pushed his hair back again. He looked at a few girls leaving class then back at the lady behind the desk.

''Right, well, thank you...''

''So you just, drove out to Brentford only--" Mike couldn't contain his laughter, hitting his thigh repeatedly sitting in Jack's small office in the club's backrooms. ''Oh, mate bless your heart...''

''Funny is it?'' Jack's said flicking the cigarette in his hand annoyed before taking another drag. ''I'll go back tomorrow, 3 o'clock trust me I'll be there.''

''Oh you will, will ya? And what if she doesn't remember you? If she avoids you. You'll find one girl in the crowd that'll be walking out you reckon?''

''The girl's a carrot top of course I will.'' Mike couldn't help but laugh at his friend's plan, having to wipe the tears in the corners of his eyes from his amusement.

''Mike, I will come around this desk and honest to God will hand your ass to you.''

Mike waved his hand snickering before he finally sat back, his hands in the air momentarily, giving in.

''I'm not laughing.'' He really wasn't... He just had the most shit eating grin on his face Jack had ever seen in his life.

''I'll go, yeah? And I'll get her those flowers that every girl begs for at the flower shop down the street. ''

''You should get her these white cluster flowers... what were they called...'' Mike snapped his fingers as if trying to remember the name.

''Baby's breath?'' Jack asked confused, but Mike quickly shook his head.

''No, no... The ones that have a purple blossom in the middle-- Ah, yes! Wild carrots-''

Of course the sentence never finished, Mike wheezed again, and Jack spent no time getting up around the desk to slap him on the side of his head.

Meanwhile, a few blocks away from the Café dé París, nearly across the from the Cafe Jack had ran into her from a couple of days ago, Giselle changed the sheets of her bed, the large duvet with small roses neatly placed as she fluffed the pillows.

The shared apartment was large enough for her and roommate not to disturb each other often, though she was barely home the hours Giselle was. She walked off to go to the kitchen finding Penny eating a salad on the table.

''Hi, didn't know you were home...'' Giselle opened the fridge pulling out the tupperware with leftovers.

''Didn't think I would, but Don's caught the flu so that's that...''

''Oh, that's unfortunate...''

''Yes, how's classes?''

''Good... Romanov is asking about when you'll grace the class with your presence again.'' Penny smiled a little at the comment.

''Quoted, huh?''

''Yes, it is. We should go tomorrow... Together...''

''What time do we start?''

''Nine.'' Penny scoffed shaking her head, a silent refusal.''

''I think I'll pass on that. Me and Mary will go out for drinks tonight. You should join us.''

Penny tilted her head as Giselle took the now warm food from the container and into a plate.

''I'd love to but um... We have this test tomorrow and I haven't studied and if we go out I'll probably sleep in tomorrow, so you know... But thank you for the invite...

''Suit yourself...''

And so, a few packed bags later and a goodbye from Penny, the apartment was once again all for Giselle. She placed the vinyl of Etta James, the instruments echoing through the house from the open door of her bedroom. A cup of tea placed on the desk and the midwifery book open as she pulled out her notebook to make notes.

It's true, sometimes Giselle felt out of place. Soho... Everyone was always so glamorous and outgoing, it seemed her interests were out of place. She wanted to go out for drinks at the clubs, honestly. Yet she'd lied to the people who she could go out with to fit in. Now stuck in an interesting situation, she wanted to go out like that, but she had no one she could go with since anyone could tell she was a virgin in such matters, and for the love of God, would she never dare go out by herself like this... What would she do? What would she order? What if someone approached her?

Approached her... She turned the page falling on the anemia essays with the drawn picture of the newborn. Approached her like that guy on the street. Jack, she recalled. How she even managed to pull herself out of that situation in such way was truly beyond her. So straightforward with it, she had been. Part of her was impressed by her own actions. Yet...

He caught her attention. Tall and handsome, every girl's dream, she reckoned. But he just... ran up to her? If he had the balls to do so with her, he surely had them to do so with other girls too. He asked her for a drink, so he probably was outgoing like that. Though in all the mayhem and madness that described him and their situation another word kept popping in her head. Memorable. A fun little story to tell... And Etta James' lovely tune, surely made it easy for her to romanticize the memory in her head to keep close.

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𝙰 𝚃𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜

this is the prequel to this matt smith c.ai bot on my account. will probs turn this into a series idk. me on c.ai

cw: fem!reader!singer, mattx reader, age gap. reader will be in her 20s and matt is 35 so if it bothers you this is your warning :)

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Your pumps echoed through the marble floors of the lux apartment you were staying in. Your hair down your back in light blowout curls, the color of it perfectly complimenting your backless dress. You grabbed your earrings putting them on as your mom talked on facetime.

''I know ma, but I'm really gonna be late.'' you said putting an incredulous amount of your favorite perfume before popping a gum and placing everything in your clutch.

''Alright baby, just show me how you look and I'll hang up.''

You placed the phone down taking steps back to show your mom how you looked. A few compliments and a very repetitive request for you to be careful later, you finally managed to leave the apartment to go outside to the car waiting for you.

The event was months in the planning with you as the main performer. In all truth, it was something you felt proud of. It'd be more of a benefit, celebrities and socialites gathering and rich men donating to charity to feel like they deserved the money they had in their possession, even if it felt uncountable. Yet you'd be the one performing, the face of the charity, making sure you'd donated more than your voice felt good.

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In the mean time, cameras flashed and clicked at the small carpet the led to the entrance of the building, big black cars stopping, celebrities walking out for the paps and the fans, posing, signing and entering. One of them being no other than Matthew Smith. He posed with his hand in his pocket before a little bit of talking and then entering the building.

"I swear flashes in New York are radioactive...'' The man said holding his eyes walking in by his manager, Michael handing him a bottle of water.

''Now, Claire is inside, you'll find her somewhere, and no comments with anyone about the-"

''Yeah, I know, don't worry. How long do we have to stay?''

''Three hours mandatory. and then more if you want to stay so.''

Matt laughed at the last part of Michael's sentence both of them knowing that wouldn't be happening. Mandatory only. Though both men averted their attention at the people outside getting louder at someone's arrival and when they looked back they realized why.

''Diva?''

''Marketing? Yes, haven't heard anything about her being difficult in truth though.'' Michael informed his client on the girl walking the carpet before they turned back around to walk in the main hall.

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You walked out of the car, momentarily keeping your head turned in the car's direction, avoiding the screaming of the paparazzi, who seemed to turn into animals ready to pounce whenever a young woman graced the small carpet. A few deep breaths and a polite smile, waves and signatures, some joking with fans and taking pictures with them before you found refuge behind the doors, hoping for a moment to gather yourself from all the commotion.

You walk in by your assistant blinking repeatedly, your eyes adjusting to the different lightings compared to outside.

''You'll have to talk for a video article by Vogue, Anna also sent you flowers in the room back there, it's like a makeshift backstage from what I was told. And the camera will be primarily on the left side of the stage, so have that in mind.''

''Why the fuck would the camera not be from the front if they'll be tables from left and right and none from the front?''

You and you assistant look at each both of you confused because Carla shrugs.

''You want me to go bitch?''

''No, it's fine, what is it with cameramen and making their lives miserable.''

''It's part of the tortured artist.''

Both of you chuckled walked to the back from the secluded part of the closed off venue. What you had believed to be a lighthearted night, started turning into full on work gigging, the number on your check that you just had to insist on being donated suddenly making sense. Video segments, singing and finally, after two hours of running around, champagne.

You walked around with your glass in your hand as Carla left to use a much needed break in the back for a smoke. You smiled politely at whoever did so, when finally, a face not only familiar, but one you'd talked to in the past.

''Oh my god, thank god you're here, I feel like I've been floating on my own.'' You awkwardly and with a very stressed and dry sense of humor hugged Claire Foy.

''Oh you were incredible up there, the little glance I got you looked good too.'' She laughs lightheartedly.

''They put you on the left tables didn't they?''

''Yes they did, why didn't they film from center front, the whole space was empty...?''

''I know! That's literally what I said!''

Matt and Michael held their own drinks in their hands, looking each other knowing glances from their commentary on you from earlier before Michael cleared his throat and extended his hand using your last name. You shook his hand with a smile.

''Michael Duff, agent, and this-''

''Matt.'' Matt cut Michael off as he looked you with his usual look of smugness as he shook your hand.

''Oh Prince Phillip, right. You did a wonderful job.''

''Thank you, dear.''

There were a few seconds of uncomfortable silence before Carla showed back up slightly flushed, evidently having smoked a little bit of something other than simple cigarettes outside, though of course that would not be a topic of conversation.

The night continued into a sort of uncomfortable silence until you and Carla started roaming the room on your own again. It was wonderful having someone around you at such places always, she was trained to basically be your emotional support therapist best friend that helped you through such situations. And that being said, Carla was a very attentive person, meaning she knew what you were thinking almost always.

''Who?'' She asks sipping her glass of water unbothered as you sat by a bar set up.

''Who what?''

''Who did it for you?'' She said looking at you expectantly, of course she knew. She somehow- miraculously even- always knew when you liked someone.

''Prince Phillip...'' You whispered sipping your drink, trying to look as if you weren't talking about the subject.

''He's 15 years older. Daddy will go bald.'' She chuckled to herself.

''Are you serious?''

''I'm just saying... but if you like him...'' Carla left her words to linger in the air clearly holding info from you. You sat up a little straighter, as if your ears were perking up to locate the noise, which was what she hid behind her words.

''What? What do you know?"

''Michael asked for your number.'' You slouched almost immediately huffing in your glass before the liquid touched your lips. "Michael's gay dummy.'' Carla looked at you amused, allowing you a moment of silence for you to piece the puzzle in your head. You furrowed your brows looking at her, before they raised, sound of the cogs working in your head basically audible. She held her glass towards you, knowing smiles on both your faces before you clang the rims of your glasses together and sipped.

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''So, you got it?'' Michael handed his client a small paper in his hand under the table.

''Hopefully. What will you do?''

Matt pulled a cigarette out of his blazer tapping it on the box before they walked outside for a smoke and leave.

''I don't know..'' he lit the cigarette ''Text her?''

''That'll do it. Oh let me text the international popstar to come over my place for a good shag and the leave.''

''I won't do that.'' Matt said, his tone almost defensive earning a knowing 'cut the bullshit' look from Michael. ''I'll ask her for some coffee, she'll be in London working you heard her. She'll need someone to show her around.''

''Her team will.''

''Only a proper Englishman can show around Blighty properly.''

''Your ego is larger than you, you know that.''

''That's why I get the ladies Michael. I believe in me and they do too.''

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New Jack - Last Night In Soho c.ai bot !!

Ask and you shall receive... Soft spot part 2 on it's way!! Hope you love it <3 !!

You can find the bot here

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new matt c.ai bot !!

here you go, hope you love it (ps theres a prequel to it coming <3)

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*𝙰 𝚃𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜

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𝙼𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚊 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎

inspired by this c.ai bot on my account

cw: fem!reader

After dating for around a year and a half, you and Matt decided to move in together. Everything was going great until the actual day to look at houses came.

While you were clearly having the time of your life looking at what was the seventh house Matt was incredibly bored and tired. Yet seeing you so happy he couldn’t bring himself to ask you to go home.

You were seeing a particularly big house, when the agent had to take a call outside and Matt leaned against the white wall of the empty huge house. When you turned to look at him he sat slightly better and raised an eyebrow at you.

“So?”

"So...'' You walk to him arms behind your back. ''I think the ceilings are quite high."

Matt raised an eyebrow at your words. Out of all the things you could've said and noticed, high ceilings was one of them? He pushes off the wall, his arm lazily around your shoulders as he walks around with you.

''It does... but what are we going to do with six bedrooms? It's only me and you.'' He looked back down at you and you took a deep breath before nodding.

''Well the master will be ours.... and then I need one for work, and you can have one for work...''

''And one will be a guest room.''

''Yeah... and there's two left.''

''It's too big my love... we could always just rent and one day... when it's not just me and you.. we can look into buying again. But this is too much for two people sweetheart.''

You look up at your handsome boyfriend smiling a bit to yourself before nodding and pecking his lips quickly. He smiled and kissed you back before pushing some hair from your face, his knuckles then grazing your cheek softly. His fingers intertwine with yours as the realtor walked back inside.

''So, what do you think?''

You and Matt look at each other before you nod for him to talk .

''We're thinking rentals....''

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