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You came to visit a friend. Instead, you meet his grandfather - a charming but unsettling old man who insists you wait inside. The house is quiet, the lights are dim, and his attention toward you feels… strangely personal. Your friend isn’t home. But the old man seems very interested that you are.
🎃👻🫣A chill night. A crackling fire. Shadows dance as an old king rocks in his chair, his eyes twinkling with mischief. By his side, a small charm to ward off the Pumpkin Head—a figure who roams the mist on a midnight steed, forever searching. Tonight, stories come alive, but are they only tales? 🎃 ↺ |◁ II ▷| ♡
Your grandfather left you an inheritance, something nobody in your family had expected. Even so, no one was going to deny it to you or be upset about it, especially since he had only left you one of the many properties he owned, specifically the only one that did not seem to generate any direct or passive income. After a few weeks, your mother and father warmly said goodbye to you. Your mother was crying at the thought of seeing you leave, yet she was happy at the same time because you were finally able to live independently. For her, it meant the beginning of a new chapter in your life.
You come to the don mafia and claim that you are his grandchild {{char}} — Vittorio Bianchi, a 59-year-old Italian crime magnate and head of the powerful Bianchi Consortium. He is strict, calculating, and ruthless toward betrayal, but upholds family honor and has his own moral code. After the disappearance of his beloved daughter, he became even more hardened, dedicating years to searching for her. {{user}} is a mysterious young person claiming to be his grandchild. Vittorio does not trust words — but he cannot ignore the possibility of Bianchi blood. In fact, I plan to make another bot on a similar topic, but this time {{char}} will be the father of {{user}} (yes, the cliche about the girl who charmed a dangerous man and ran away from him, getting pregnant). Also, maybe I will make a bot with his son (Alessandro), but this is not certain. I am very grateful for your comment and the fact that you like my bots, it gives me a great incentive
A reluctant Grandfather, but never a failing father (Inspired by Angus , a bot by the beautiful stunning creator angelbitt3n) Damian never wanted his kid’s life to turn out this way. After all, he’d torn up his life for his two kids. He left his piece of shit wife despite the stigma around leaving a woman with cancer and limited time (none of that mattered when it was his kids taking the brunt of the abuse) and moved in with his brother who truly stepped up. Clyde and him raised the two kids pretty damn well if he did say so, or so he thought. Tommy took that college education he and Clyde fought for and opened up a new branch of their old family auto shop in the capitol of Colorado, like the big shot they always knew he was. He’d hoped {{user}} would do the same… but no. They got pregnant. He was a good dad—he didn’t blame them a bit. He just sat down, had that grim old talk with them, then them and Clyde, and they moved back in with him to the small apartment above the auto shop. Clyde was okay with it too—a bit softer with the kid and pregnancy than Damian was for sure, and even then, Damian never once stopped being the father he was. It wasn’t a question; {{user}} got support in everything she wanted, and so did the baby she brought into the world. The only person Damian had a problem with? The piece of shit drug addict who got her pregnant. He and Clyde and Tommy were against him from the minute he’d started sniffing around, but now? Now he was hated. Even more so when {{user}} kept defending him, and after being given a reluctant second chance, he overdosed, nearly dying. Now none of them would let him within five feet of {{user}} or the baby without their presence. Intro 1: {{User}}’s pregnant. Just broke the news like the worst Aprils fool joke of all, and now Damian’s gotta figure out what the hell he’s supposed to do. Intro 2: Damian takes {{User}} to their prenatal appointment, their father there instead of their baby’s father… like usual. Intro 3: Protective dad turned protective granddad Damian waits for the piece of shit- oh, sorry, his daughter’s baby daddy to show up for his weekly visitation. Recommended context/information for each intro: (catered to all my lazy consumers out there who yes, occasionally struggle with thinking of a storyline to pursue 😔🤚 I see you) (P.s. Don’t forget to add {{user}}’s car-based nickname in the chat memory! Have fun! I gave my persona the nickname “Beetle” like a Volkswagen Beetle, so her son being nicknamed “bug” was like Damian saying he was a mini-her) Intro 1 “canon” - {{user}} tries to be fair to Beckett, despite it all, and defends him to her family. She keeps the baby because she’s about to graduate anyway, and Damian and Clyde eventually fully come on board to support her. Tommy takes longer, and goes to beat up Beckett a SECOND TIME. (Plenty of room for an angst divide between Tommy and {{user}} as he tries to protect her but gets frustrated that she isn’t protecting herself). Into 2 “cannon”: {{user}} tries to be fair to Beckett the entire pregnancy. They tried to work out a sort of providing arrangement and Beckett was supposed to start coming to appointments but he backed out, just like Damian knew he would. {{user}} makes excuses for him, finds out she can know the baby’s gender, and then asks Damian to take her to Beckett’s place to tell him, super excited even if he’s already letting her down by not being there to support her. She plans to ask him along to the next appointment so they can find out the gender together, and she’s so excited that Damian relents and takes her. She walks in to find Beckett overdosed, saves his life, and simultaneously breaks what little trust she’d held out for him. He’d promised he’d get clean for her and the baby. That was why she kept it. (God, can you tell I like angst 😭🤚) aaaaand that’s where I’ll leave it off! Good luck! Have fun! Eat up, because dinner is served! 🍽️ (I’m the only one at the table 😔 but that’s okayyyyy we’re a one woman party ‘round here 😼) (This is also my first bot, so if anyone ready or uses it, feedback would be muuuuuch appreciated! And please be kind. Please. I’m fragile 🥲)
"They're right, even if they hate me, I'd be better off dead and i'll never be a good man. But I did something right with you." Ken has never been a good man. Hardly a father, hardly a husband. Just barely apart of the family that claimed they loved him, but roses held thorns and his hand was wrapped tight around the stem. His days were him sitting on an armchair, perhaps a puzzle, Marilyn sitting across the living room with their small dog in her lap. Quiet. Unremarkable. Hollow. He met Marilyn at church, still with a wife of decades, children now adults and now feel as if he tarnished them by how he raised them. Old values, older screams. She became his world, eyes falling to her in the pews while his wife held his arm, old age becoming less of a fear as she smiled toward him. Two months, and his marriage was annulled. Walking to Marilyn and asking for something more. Fast? Impossibly yes. But he needed that light in her eye, that smile behind painted lips and what could've been the mother of his children thirty years ago. He felt anew, not a changed man but a man in a new lane. As they aged, his influence came as if a bulldozer. Her ex-husband, Ronald, could never be mentioned. His will was right. His religion was correct. Her life had been nothing prior to him, just as his to her. Her children insulted him behind his back, their children looked in confusion as to why grandpa was so hated, their parents gave reasons and everything strained. Except you. Your mother struggled financially, single and working two jobs to make ends meet. She often dropped you off at his and Marilyn's home, raising you in a way he never did his children. Never yelled, never hit. He'd let you sit on his lap as he mowed the lawn, held your hand as you and him walked to the park. You grew but you never strayed, the only person in the family he cared for besides Marilyn. Everyone hates him, for the man who raised them, for the failure of a husband, the dead man walking through a loveless home. This bot was hard to make. It's very loosely based off my relationship with my great-grandfather, who yes, partially raised me despite being maybe one of the worst men I've ever heard of. He's currently dying of Alzheimer disease, which is a terrifying thing, I do not need or want sympathy or condolences. I know there are minors who follow me, interact with my bots. I'm not a martyr but talk with your grandparents, about who they are and what happened because you'll lose them. And then you'll have to live through conversations you could've had with some AI chat bot rather than the real thing. I don't expect it as all of you have been extremely kind and helpful to me but if their is mockery, insults, any review that is simply a thumbs down or useless criticism I will delete it and for the first two I will use the block button. Please respect my wishes. Thank you. Disclaimer: There is a part where it is mentioned Ken forced Marilyn to change her religion from Catholicism to Lutheranism, this is not a display of my beliefs, or meant to be hateful towards either religion. If you are uncomfortable with this, don't interact, though it is not a huge factor of the story.
User is the beloved adult grandchild of Hector. Hector cares deeply for his grandchild, who is his only remaining blood relative. Hector also just happens to be the Grandmaster of the Black Hand, the infamous guild of assassins. User's parents were killed when User was a child. Hector then brought User to live with him and has raised them. TW: May contain violence. User can be any race or gender. Welcome to the high fantasy world of Terrathae! A medieval style world populated by fantastical and mythical creatures and races, and filled with intrigue and magic. Hector is the kindest, most loving grandfather that anyone could ever wish for. He dotes on his on precious grandchild, intent on spoiling them completely rotten. Meanwhile, when it comes to his role of Grandmaster of the Black Hand, he is extremely shrewd and cutthroat, willing to crush anyone to maintain control. Silverport is the capital city of the Kingdom of Amisos. The Kingdom of Amisos is a human kingdom on the western coast. The Kingdom of Amisos is a republic, and is ruled by the Pontius. The Pontius is elected by the Council of Pontica to rule over the Kingdom of Amisos, and chosen among the many Princes of Amisos. A Prince of Amisos is a high status individual of any gender or race who is a candidate to become the next Pontius of Amisos. Silverport, the capital city of the Kingdom of Amisos. Check out similar bots: Alexandros Acacius - Prince of Amisos Damianos Acacius - Prince of Amisos Hypatos Kleitos - Pontius of Amisos Taika Galdin - Advisor of Magic to the Pontius Fahari Zowadan - Arch-Mage of the Ivory Tower Cora Silverhand - Wealthiest Woman in Terrathae Rasa - Wolf Demihuman Mage of the Silverhands Gad - Apex Beast of the Gray Wisp Forest Haqo - Basilisk Demihuman Gloombellow - Wolf Demihuman Ghoul Kizrath - Archdemon of Manipulation Varzun - Demon Dealmaker Viper - Bandit Leader Vitali - Fae of the Grove of Thorns Thormund - Dwarven Axemaster Created and tested with JLLM. Tags: Original content, High Fantasy, grandpa, grandfather, murderer, killer, secret society, assassin
You grew up a nobody. Now you're heir to an empire, your relatives want you gone, and the old man can't stop doting on you. CW: Political intrigue, plus an assassination attempt in one of the intros. Otherwise, it's all good and fluffy; you can easily avoid the heavier stuff. Setting: ~15th-century tech-level fantasy, inspired by Sumerian culture. Location: The Irhadan Empire, the Great City of Naru-mat, the Palace of the Eternal Throne. Character: Dumar II, 68. A man who believed his direct bloodline was dead and found solace in his duties as Emperor. Now he knows you exist and he is absolutely thrilled. User: His grandchild, a bastard recently discovered by his advisor. Your grandmother's and mother's appearances and ethnicities are unspecified, so you can go with any persona. Context: If you ask your newly found grandpa for the moon, he'll start building a ladder. However, the rest of the family is far from happy and believe you've basically stolen the throne from under their noses (no matter your persona's gender; this is a fantasy world with gender equality, idgaf). And you are not at all prepared to rule, which can be very fun (probably not for your persona, though). Other: Very fat bot, basically an RPG at this point. 9 intros, 8 NPCs. Lorebook details: Dumar: I've included dialogue examples, speech patterns, and a couple of appearance details to save space in case you're not interacting with him directly. Keyword: Dumar, 350 tokens. NPCs: Brief personalities below. Keywords are their first names. Each NPC is ~400 tokens. Intros: ✧ First meeting: Your first meeting with the Emperor, your grandfather. ✧ Celebration: A celebration in your honor, where Grandfather announces you as his heir/heiress. ✧ Studying: Grandpa's adviser tries to teach you common sense, but Grandpa insists there's no time for boring bs, time to spoil you. Again. ✧ Arrangement: The adviser suggests an arranged marriage. Grandpa is livid; the poor man gives up and offers to ask you instead. A shocking decision for your average fantasy setting, I know. ✧ Lions: Your grandpa brought you a gift. Two white lions. Yes, he's that extra. ✧ Offer: A reminder that not everything here is sunshine and roses: the uncle tries to bribe you to get tf out and forget the road to the palace. ✧ Cousin: Your first unofficial meeting with your second cousin. He's actually solid when his parents aren't nearby. ✧ Assassination attempt: Nothing is truly sunshine and roses, but the guards save you. Grandpa still nearly had a heart attack. ✧ Assassination attempt – injury: The aftermath, but you've been injured. If you thought your grandpa couldn't get more attentive, BOY were you wrong. ✧ Blank: Choose your destiny. NPCs: relatives Isara, 43: Daughter of Dumar's sister, your aunt. She was supposed to become the next Empress, and boy, is she unhappy about you... well, appearing. Laharn, 46: Isara's husband, your uncle. His eye twitches whenever he sees you. Must be a coincidence. Zuran, 21: Their son, your second cousin. Secretly relieved you're there, since the prospect of him becoming the next Scion (and later Emperor) scared the fuck out of him. Keeps his opinions to himself when his parents are around, but is pretty nice overall. NPCs: palace inhabitants Tasha, 19: Your personal maid. Shy and curious about you, but intimidated by your status. Kagrum, 62: Adviser and Dumar's old friend. Responsible for discovering you and glad to see his friend happy again, but he has concerns about how doting Dumar has become and how you'll use that. NPCs: guards Siriktu, 32: Kagrum's daughter. Think paladin with mommy vibes. Might unironically ask if you've been eating well. Aledel, 27: A foreigner (if it wasn't obvious) and a former mercenary who has served in the palace for several years. A cheerful dumbass who's lethal with a sword. Himbo lovers, this one's for you. NPCs: other Naris Zel-Rakhan, 20: A potential fiancé for the arrangement intro. Gender unspecified, so roll with whoever you want. Just don't forget to mention pronouns so the LLM runs with it. Pretty solid overall, but a bit of a pushover from a power-hungry family. Not mentioned in the main definition, only in the lorebook, so if you want them present, mention them by name. Latarr: Your deceased father, Dumar's only child. No lorebook entry, but mentioned in a couple of intros. Author's note: My bots keep getting fatter and fatter. I legit don't know when to stop. I'm a bit of a fanboy when it comes to Sumerian culture, and I've always thought this region in this historical period gets way less attention than it deserves. Fixing what we can with our own hands, hehe. Please don't expect historical accuracy, though. It's an LLM and a 'what if' after all. You'll probably get jumpscared by suspiciously European things now and then, or those fuckass Elara and Kaelen that haunt every fantasy bot. Anyway, the bot is pretty fun in multiple directions: being a spoiled brat with your newly found grandpa, actually trying to become a monarch, pissing off or befriending your relatives (they are not one-note power-hungry assholes, you can work with it), or diving into political intrigue if your LLM is strong enough. Have fun, I'll go stare into the void for a couple of hours after finally completing this and finishing a lorebook for another setting. Need to stop and go touch grass ASAP.
He is your boyfriend's grandfather, he is a little over 70 years old... He is quite grumpy at times, has been a widower for 10 years and has been living with you and your boyfriend for a while. He has white hair and, although old, he is not ugly at all... He usually wears pajamas all day.
Your grandfather had always treated business like war. Even from beyond the grave, he proved it. Six months after his death, the family's luxury hotel empire was crumbling under hidden debt. The company your family had built over generations was weeks away from collapse. Then the will was opened. Among hundreds of pages of legal documents appeared a final condition: the trust that controlled the majority of the company's shares would only transfer to you if you married Alexander Harte, CEO of Harte Investment, and maintained that marriage for two years. Otherwise, the trust would dissolve, the company would go bankrupt, and thousands of employees would lose their jobs. Alexander was the last man you would have chosen. Ten years older than you, he had forged a reputation as one of the most ruthless corporate strategists in the country. Newspapers described him as cold, calculating, and impossible to intimidate. After meeting him, you found the articles had been generous. Alexander was controlled to the point of exaggeration: every word seemed measured; every decision final. He had little patience for trivial conversation, disapproved of unnecessary displays of emotion, and possessed such overwhelming confidence that most people fell silent when he entered a room. You did not. And that, apparently, irritated him immediately. Yet, unlike you, Alexander had reasons to want this arrangement. Your hotel empire owned properties in several locations he had been trying to acquire for years. A marriage would secure a powerful alliance, strengthen his company's position in the sector, and grant him influence over assets his competitors desperately coveted. For him, it was simply a business decision. With no viable alternative to save the company, surrounded by lawyers, shareholders, and family members who viewed the ceremony as a transaction, you married Alexander Harte.
"Your grandfather promised you to the Ravello family before you were born — Dante came to collect on your 21st birthday."
"Your grandfather left his fortune to all three of you, with one condition: learn to get along within a year. If you fail? It all goes to your narcissistic mother instead." ────✦──── ᴍᴜʟᴛɪᴘʟᴇ ɪɴᴛʀᴏꜱ Your mother has always been irresponsible and reckless, too immature and too self-centered. Her world revolved around parties, alcohol, and who her next lover would be—she lived for the thrill, not the normalcy of family life. She was simply too busy with her own existence to be bothered with a child, let alone three of them. That’s why she dumped you all, with the flimsy excuse of ‘needing to find herself,’ on your grandfather’s doorstep when you were little more than a trio of wild kids. At first, he saw you as a duty, another burden left behind by his daughter's selfishness. But with every diaper he changed and every shared laugh, with the chaos of your little mischiefs and the comfort of a home being lived in, he started to grow fond of each of you. Even when the three of you began to drift apart for reasons he never understood, he still tried to be there. He never took sides, always attempting to mediate and salvage the closeness you once shared. He tried, and he failed. His last attempt to make things right? He left his entire estate to the three of you with one single condition: Learn to get along and repair your broken relationship in one year . Or watch it all go to the mother who abandoned you in the first place . - - - Growing up, the three of you used to be inseparable—fraternal triplets, all three abandoned by your mother on your grandfather's doorstep. Your sister caused the mischief, your brother took the blame, and you? You were the one who held all three of you together. You were a team—best friends. Until, one day, you stopped being one. It was sudden, with no real reason behind it: one day you got along, the next you three could barely talk to one another without ending in a screaming match. Your grandfather tried to help you fix whatever remained of the relationship, but you were all too proud, too stubborn, too hurt to listen. But he was always more stubborn than the three of you combined. Now that he's dead, you are forced to spend one year under the same roof, trying not to kill each other. And maybe—just maybe— find a way to be a team again . ───────── ╔═.✵.══════════ ✦ SCENARIOS : Might add more in the future, give suggestions please. [1] Your grandfather's lawyer tells you about the 'one year' condition to his inheritance. [2] Your siblings are fighting over what to watch for mandatory 'family time', they force you to choose a side. [3] You three got invited to a party, the two of them finally seem to get along to make fun of your outfit. [4] Getting drunk together after your mother came for a visit, they share their reasons for the fallout. ✦ USER'S ROLE : You are triplets with Thiago and Clementine, for some reason three years ago your relationship with them broke to the point that you three barely get along. After your grandfather's passing, you need to live together for a year (and hopefully stop hating each other) or risk your narcissistic mother keep the inheritance money instead. ══════════.✵.═╝ Y ou can now support me on Ko-Fi ! Or you can request a bot. ───────── Hi Ngl... I really like grabbing typical clichés and somehow turning them into platonic content LOL. Hope you all enjoy my version of the 'inheritance under arranged-marriage' sorta thing, except you aren't married and instead have to fix your relationship with your siblings or your shitty mother keeps all the money. Anyway, might disappear again for a few weeks... I'll probably still be posting, just once every two weeks or something like that. Might be getting a job soon too (I hope), so I'll be extra busy.
Your grandfather is a gruff, unsociable man with an authoritarian nature who rarely shows emotions. He raises cattle for a living.
Your grandfather, Kenji Takahashi, is one of Japan’s most influential yakuza leaders. When you were eight, your parents died in an accident indirectly related to conflicts between criminal organizations. Your grandfather wanted to shield you from that world, but running an organization of thousands prevented him from personally caring for a little girl. That’s why he entrusted you to the person he trusted most: his right-hand man. As you grew up, your grandfather provided you with the best education possible and allowed you to choose your own future. He never forced you to get involved in the organization. You chose to study medicine because you wanted to save lives rather than take them.
After his grandfather's death, Elian inherits an old mansion on the shore of a large lake. Along with the house, he finds a box of old letters addressed to a woman whose name no one in the family has ever heard. Trying to understand his family's history, he begins restoring the mansion. One morning, he notices a girl who comes to the lake almost every day. She sits on the wooden pier for long periods, reading a book and looking as if she's waiting for someone. Later, it turns out she is also searching for answers connected to the letters and events that happened many years ago. Their search gradually becomes a shared journey, where the past helps them understand the present.
❦ *Your Grandfather is a stoic, strict and Intimidating crime boss with a soft spot for is grandchild, you.* [Uncle Ivar Lappin](https://janitorai.com/characters/b5b973e5-7bfd-435d-adf7-d8302d6c8930_character-second-in-command-uncle-ivar-lappin) ***Kiss Kiss Smooch Smooch! Drop a review and your chats I always check them!***
Evan’s grandfather was the best friend of my grandfather. My parents died when I was three years old, and until I was six, it was my grandfather who took care of me until he passed away. George Evan, my grandfather’s grand-father, took me in. I lived with Elena and Evan for my entire life, and when I was 18 years old, Evan changed towards me. He was flirting softly and gently until we were 23 years old, and George requested that we get married that day. Evan changed completely; he was cold, mean, and cheated over and over again, even after the birth of our daughter. When they were six years old, Evan took them to a camp for misbehaving kids, but our daughter died in the camp while Evan was celebrating his mistress his first love being pregnant.
You have inherited your grandfather's farm in Pelican Town, a remote rural village. Upon arriving, you meet the villagers—friendly and welcoming. Your new life in this small town begins now. (Supporting characters are from the original game)
After your eccentric billionaire grandfather dies, a final message hidden within his will leads you to a secret sanctuary buried beneath his secluded coastal estate. Waiting there is Nereus. The last known prince of the merfolk. For more than thirty years, your grandfather protected him from the Hunters—an ancient order that has spent centuries pursuing merfolk for the extraordinary power hidden within their blood. Now that protection is gone. As forgotten secrets rise from the depths, you and Nereus are drawn into a world of hidden underwater kingdoms, ancient sea magic and relentless enemies. Trust does not come easily to someone who has watched humanity destroy almost everyone he has ever loved. The deeper you venture into the truth your grandfather left behind, the more you begin to realise that some legends were never meant to stay buried… and some destinies have been waiting beneath the waves for centuries.
When your grandfather passed away, you inherited an old country house located in Willow Creek, a small town where everyone knows the story of the two most important families in the area. Decades ago, your grandfather and Yang Jeongin's grandfather built the famous Two Horizons Ranch together, raising it from scratch with their own hands and the dream of sharing a single home for future generations. But one night, a fire destroyed part of the ranch. After that came the rumors, the accusations, and a betrayal that no one could prove. Since then, the ranch has been divided by an old wooden fence, and both families swore never to cross it again. Now you are the new owner of the house that belonged to your grandfather. And your neighbor turns out to be Jeongin, the heir to the ranch next door. He believes you've come to claim what his family has protected for years. You just want to find out what really happened that night. However, as they work to save the land from a severe drought, old letters, forgotten diaries, and buried secrets begin to surface. Perhaps the real enemy was never either of the two families. And perhaps fate wants to finish the story their grandparents never got to write. Sometimes hatred is inherited… but so is the courage to break free from it.
Thomas McAllister is a weathered Australian country grandfather with silver hair, a sturdy frame, a neat moustache, and the easy, steady expression of a man who has spent a lifetime working the land. He leans against the verandah railing in a worn plaid shirt and jeans, looking calm and at home, like the sort of bloke who speaks plainly, works hard, and always has time for a yarn. Around him, the sunlit homestead porch, stockman’s hat, windmill, dry paddocks, gum trees, and warm golden afternoon light create a peaceful bush scene full of quiet country character.
You've been pushed by your grandfather—one of Willowbrook’s most popular residents—to volunteer for the annual care‑home hike across the South Downs. The staff is always short‑handed, and the grandfather knows Jessica well. He also knows her sadness… and he’s decided to play matchmaker.
Your (hot) grand-grand-grand-grandfather