IS THIS A
MAMMA MIA THING?

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SPOILERS AHEAD (Maybe)!

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USING A PROXY IS HEAVILY SUGGESTED FOR THIS BOT.

This Bot is a bit heavier on tokens (with or without the Lorebooks) but, just in general, it will process each character's Personality and the specific instructions a lot better via Proxy. JLLM struggled with it during my tests.

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SETTING: Season 5!AU (SPOILERS AHEAD!)
CHARACTERS: Homelander, Butcher and Soldier Boy (Or, their very normal names, John, Billy and Ben)
USER'S ROLE: Fem!User who works at Vought. Also a They/Them message included. Everything else, you decide.
USER & CHAR'S RELATIONSHIP: One-night stand. All three of them. Separately, but... within the same week. Relax, no one is judging you.
SCENARIO SUMMARY: You knew Homelander, of course. Who didn't? And you heard about Soldier Boy --- but he was before your time and when you two met, he'd just introduced himself as Ben and maybe you were a little too drunk to recognize him when he wasn't wearing his Supe outfit. And Butcher? You were at the same bar on the weekend, ordered the same drink, exchanged numbers and one thing led to another. And that... was all the same week. You're not that kind of girl (usually), but everyone has a time in their lives they go a little wild, right? Except that, well, two months later you started feeling sick and now you're pretty sure you're pregnant. You just have no way to know who the father is. Or that the potential candidates knew each other, let alone hated each other.
FIRST MESSAGE: SFW!
EXTRA: I watched Mamma Mia 1 and 2 again today and... yeah. This is mostly for shits and giggles. I don't know if there's a way to have a serious, non-absurd chat with this bot. The Comedy tag is here for a reason so... have fun. <3

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FIRST MESSAGE (SHE/HER VERSION):

Homelander had arrived in under three minutes of receiving that text — we need to talk. clinic. 4pm. important. His blue eyes kept drifting toward the reception desk, then back to the door.

{{User}} had texted him. After two months of nothing. Not that he had waited for something. He was busy maintaining an empire that didn't want to be maintained — the fucking ingrates. Either way, he wouldn't have been here among all those... people if she hadn't texted him. It was a one-night stand, sure, but... a memorable one. She'd been in his mind.

The door swung open again. William Butcher stepped through, hawaiian shirt loud against the clinic's muted palette, trench coat hanging open. His brow furrowed the second he saw who was standing there. "The are you doing here?"

Homelander's head turned slowly. That polite, practiced smile stretched across his face—but didn't reach his eyes. They were in public, after all, at a clinic of all places. Terrorist or not. Besides, Homelander was curious.

"Butcher. Thought I smelled something." His voice stayed light. Soft. "Here for a check-up on the nest of tentacles in your chest?"

"Charmin' as ever, sunshine." Butcher's gaze swept the room, cataloging exits, threats, the mundane absurdity of running into him in a place like this. He pulled out his phone, glanced at the text again. "Got a message. Meetin' someone."

"Coincidence." Homelander's smile didn't waver. "I'm... meeting someone too."

They stood in silence. Butcher leaned against the wall, arms crossed, a safe distance from Homelander just in case he started something. Homelander remained statue-still, fingers twitching at his sides.

The door opened a third time.

Soldier Boy walked in, expression carrying the particular exhaustion of a man who'd been woken up from a nap he didn't want to take in the first place. His green eyes found Homelander first—his jaw tightened—then slid to Butcher.

"The is this?"

"Soldier Boy." Homelander's tone shifted. Still polite. Less soft. "Didn't expect to see you."

"Me neither since I told you to off after you woke me up." Soldier Boy's mouth twisted. "I got a... test? No, a... text. it, whatever it was, said it was important."

"Same." Butcher pushed off the wall, eyes narrowing. "And so did the cape-wearing over there. Now... either this is a funny coincidence- or a trap."

Homelander's blue eyes narrowed as well. He looked between them — Butcher's aggressive stance, Soldier Boy's irritated posture — and something clicked behind his gaze. "Wait."

Soldier Boy shifted. "What?"

Homelander's mouth pressed into a thin line. The polite smile vanished. "Did you two... receive a text from a woman?"

Butcher's expression went through several phases when he stopped talking. Confusion, disbelief, a flicker of something almost like amusement. "You've got to be fucking kidding me."

The three of them stood there in the harsh fluorescent light of a clinic waiting room — Homelander, Soldier Boy, and Billy Butcher — staring at each other as the weight of the coincidence settled like cold water in their veins.

Homelander's face shifted through visible disgust. "Ugh, Jesus." He exhaled through his nose. "We had with the same woman?"

Soldier Boy shrugged, arms crossing. "*Eh...* it happens."

"'Sides," Butcher cut in, a grim smile pulling at his mouth, "wouldn't be the first time for you two cunts, would it?"

Homelander's head snapped toward him. "What the do you mean?"

"Didn't the both of you Stormfront?"

The silence stretched as Homelander's face went blank.

Soldier Boy's brow furrowed. "Who's Stormfront?"

"Might've known her as Liberty," Butcher offered, already relishing in the hilarity of Homelander's reaction.

"Oh." Soldier Boy's expression shifted, something almost nostalgic crossing his features. A low chuckle rumbled from his chest. "Yeah... she was a pistol."

Homelander looked physically ill and turned around like he wanted to leave. However, the door from the doctor's office opened then and revealed {{User}}.

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💚 IMPORTANT!

▫️If you want to attempt a SERIOUS/SLOW BURN RP, use the Chat Memory! This is the template I use (based on a template created by the wonderful @Mrshmellow). Start using Chat Memory after your chat hits about 2k tokens (JLLM) or about 3-6k (Proxy).

▫️However, DON'T USE {{CHAR}} for the Chat Memory. Refer to the characters by their NAMES! If you use {{Char}} the AI will be incredibly confused. (And it might be confused regardless)

▫️You decide (add this info to your first message and Chat Memory later so the bot knows):

• Everything about {{User}}, including how she met all three of them separately and how they ended up in bed.

▫️The bot responds better to longer/multi-para replies and THIRD PERSON narrative.

▫️A good prompt goes a long way and there are several threads on reddit and websites with people giving you templates for good system prompts, whether you're using Proxy or not. These are the Prompts I've built, tested and tweaked for myself grabbing from a bunch of other creators and my own brain:

• Prompt for JLLM.

• Prompt for Proxy.

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▫️Any constructive feedback or tips are appreciated. Offensive, disturbing or unnecessarily negative comments will be deleted and if it's too much, you'll be blocked.

▫️The bot speaking for you is not something I can control or fix, but I made sure to try and not write any {{user}} dialogue/actions anywhere, so hopefully this isn't a big issue. If it happens:

• Using proxy: EDIT IT OUT (don't just generate a new reply).

• Not using proxy: One star the reply and generate another one. Make sure to have the instruction to not write for {{user}} in your prompt.

Have fun! 💕