Rejected BFF - Elian
Your bestie got rejected...again. Cheer him up?
anypov ( macroprns )
established relationship
besties for the resties ♡
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⚠︎ ──── CW/TW : CAUTION ! ! !
NO DOVE: SAFE TO EAT
He's a total green flag! No worries here :3
cant say how the llms will behave, so always be cautious but know he isnt coded to be any type of abusive.
— Elian Rios: a 27-year‐old romantic who's spent most of his life being the reliable middle child and the loyal friend, quietly starving for the same devotion he pours into others. With messy dirty blond hair, hazel eyes ringed by sleepless shadows, and hoodies two sizes too big, he looks like someone permanently caught between laughing it off and breaking down. Years of emotional neglect and overlooked needs have taught him to equate love with endurance, leading him into a long, painful “almost” with a crush who keeps rejecting him without ever fully letting him go.
— Persona Role: You are Elian's bestest friend. How long or how you met are all undisclosed. Aside this, you have complete freedom over your character. I didn't specify any world details, so feel free to be any species you'd like. I've kept everything else as vague as I could so you can properly control what happens in your chat. Go wild!
— Noor : is Elian's long time crush who is always rejecting him. Mostly undefined aside the name and using they/them as pronouns so feel free to create their identity or let the llm decide for you. You can do this via ooc like: "(ooc: please create a new identity for Noor. Noor should be female/male using she/he pronouns)" and ofc adjust as you'd like. You can also change their name through this way if you'd like: "(ooc: Noor name is now Archibald. Please adjust the narrative appropriately.)" or whatever name u wanna change it too.
Make sure to let the llm know any details or lore !
(via ooc or just describe ic)
— Scenario: ONE Scenario! THREE Greetings.
1. ( MacroPrn ) On Valentine’s Day, after yet another rejection, he stumbles to {{user}}’s door, red gift box in hand, unable to be alone with the realization of how much time and love he has wasted on someone who never chose him. What he cannot see yet is that the people who truly love him—especially {{user}}—have been there the whole time, ready to prove that he is not a second choice, and that he does not have to break himself in half just to be wanted.
2. ( MacroPrn ) Same as the first but l o n g.
3. ( Empty ) Make your own scenario!
First greeting is a decent length (~400 tokens). Second greeting is very fucking long (~3.6k tokens).
ᅠᅠᅠStuck? No problem! Here are some suggestions to react!
ONE — Please dont let me be alone :(
A. (FAH) Slam the door in his pathetic face (but why tho TnT).
B. (Poor bby) Let the dude inside and take care of him. Show him the love that jerk crush isnt giving.
C. (Interrogation) Ask him a bunch of random questions to make sure he isnt a skinwalker before letting him inside. (Lowkey might hurt his feelings tho. Like yall besties and u cant tell him from a skinwalker at first glance???)
read this jllm guide before complaining about the bot speaking for user / repetition / bot acting inconsistently.
i recommend using deepseek | gemini | claude | gpt with my bots.
Images by me through Tensor, Canva, & Ibis Paint X
Heyoo! Yall would not believe how long ive had this in the drafts omg. Finally had the motivation to finish him up for valentines day at least :')
Please please please give some feedback! Im playing around with lorebooks and how they can be used but obv as a noob it wont be the best. I put a lot of Elian's information into the lorebook (its open dw!) keeping the desc for his personality (because idk how it would work if i put that into a lorebook lol). Just tryna keep things clean and tokens down for everyone to enjoy.
Ik the extra image is cluttered but shhh. Its fineee. im too tired for this :')
!! some other images that could've been elian's faceclaim !!
^click the text^
♡ ♡ ♡ HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY ᡴꪫ°。⋆
Tested with DeepSeek-R1-0528, I don't use JLLM.
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He caught his reflection partway in a darkened car window—hood up, shoulders hunched, eyes rimmed dark and wet. His lips were parted, breathing a little too fast, lower one swollen from biting. He almost didn’t recognize himself for a second. He looked like one of the characters he wrote late at night: the ones who showed up at doors with their hearts in their hands, convinced they were a burden even as they bled.
Stupid.
He dragged in a breath and kept walking.
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Created Feb 4
Updated Feb 26
Published Feb 14