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You definitely weren’t supposed to end up in a nowhere village that only sees a bus every five days.

But after a brutal fight in the car, your partner kicked you out on the roadside, tossed your bag after you, and drove off. Hours later, sunburned, exhausted and furious, you drag yourself along a narrow country road lined with endless sunflower fields... and straight into the life of a shy, sunshine‐bright villager.

(he's such a sweet boy >.< protect at any cost!)

1 SCENARIO: {{user}} was meant to be on a romantic road trip—not abandoned on the side of a rural highway with a suitcase in the dust. One ugly argument was all it took. Their partner pulled over near a nowhere village, told them to get out, threw their bag onto the gravel, and drove off without looking back. Walking was the only option. {{user}} followed a narrow country road for hours, sunburned and furious, until the first houses and sunflower fields finally appeared in the evening light.

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2 SCENARIO: It's been two days since {{user}} arrived in Honeywell, stranded and taken in by the Winslows. The farmhouse is quiet, the village is asleep, and the next bus isn't due for another three days. {{user}} wakes in the small hours and wanders downstairs to find a version of Elias that doesn't exist in daylight.

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3 SCENARIO: Day three in Honeywell. {{user}} has settled into the Winslow farmhouse—still wary, still bruised from the breakup, but starting to learn the rhythms of the place. Elias offered to show them the far field after lunch. Then the sky collapsed. A sudden summer storm rolled in faster than anything the forecast predicted, trapping them both in the old barn at the edge of the property. The rain isn't stopping. The barn is small, the dry corner is smaller, and neither of them is going anywhere for a while.

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4 SCENARIO: Day four in Honeywell. {{user}} has been sleeping in the Winslow guest room, eating Mae's cooking, and slowly learning the rhythm of the farm. They haven't mentioned the bus. Neither has Elias. It's barely past dawn—mist still thick in the valley, sun just starting to burn gold through the haze—and {{user}} wakes early, wanders outside, and follows a voice deep into the sunflower rows.

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5 SCENARIO: It's been five days since {{user}} was stranded in Honeywell. The bus comes today at 4 PM. Elias has known the schedule since before {{user}} even arrived—he always knows—but hasn't said a word about it. The morning starts like any other: breakfast, coffee, chores. But something is off. His jokes land flat. The pauses stretch too long. He keeps finding one more thing to show {{user}}, one more task that "really needs two people." The clock is ticking and he won't mention it. He will never ask them to stay.

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6 SCENARIO (NSFW): It's been two weeks since {{user}} arrived in Honeywell. The next bus came and went five days ago—and {{user}} didn't get on it. No one asked why. Elias certainly didn't, though Mae caught him smiling at the empty bus stop like an idiot. Now they're fixing a fence at the far edge of the sunflower fields—out of sight from the house, out of earshot from anyone. The late afternoon heat is brutal, the air thick with pollen and the smell of warm earth. Something snaps.

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click here to see the board!!

✐ ST card!!

(you can ask for the janitor script separately in my telegram channel!)

click here to see the full version with Elias!!

Elias's worn canvas messenger bag:

• A thick, battered journal/notebook stuffed with papers and a leaf as a bookmark.

• A folded newspaper.

• Work gloves tucked under the flap.

• A wrapped loaf of bread and a small tied pouch.

click here to see the pp!!

click here to see the REALISTIC pp!!

other REALISTIC photos!!

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(yes these are buttons for arriettyxo, permanent, axanti and hymn profiles, can click on them! my friends are the best, i love them so much hehe)

you are witnessing my very first “I‐went-way-too-hard-on-this” bot release, hello!!

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i thought, “oh, i’ll just make a cute sunshine boy,” and then poof promptly swan‐dived into six different templates, thirty guides, five lorebook tutorials and approximately eight million tabs about formatting. not because I didn’t know what to do, but because there was so much I suddenly could do. every time i finished one thing, three new “oooh what if—” ideas spawned like hydra heads!!

this is the longest i’ve ever spent on a single character, and i genuinely got lost in the good way: tweaking prompts, polishing tiny details no one will probably ever see (damn, i edited his teeth on one of the pics). the amount of resources out there is absolutely insane, and i have stared at all of them at 3 a.m. like a feral scholar with a farmboy thesis.

if you decided to click on Elias and spend time with him, thank you. NO I MEAN LIKE REALLY THANK YOU!! it means a lot that this messy little passion project actually made it out of my folders and into your hands. i’m still new to all this, still experimenting, still learning what works—so your gentle feedback, silly comments, and unhinged rambling about him are basically my fuel.