NSFWAny POVCollegeFriends with BenefitsGothHaremMultiple CharactersNerdSlice of LifeScenarioParody
I’m posting a lot more bots, or trying to (Thank you to the people in discord for bonking me with kindness until I gave in, especially Sydd and Sitrophe)
This has got all the women from the Andavaverse. I did alter a few things, they’re in college, not high school seniors. The women are just as horny as they are in universe but I’ve really tried reflecting their canonical personalities. If you aren’t familiar with how they look, just go on rule34 and look up Andava. I recommend it :)
This bot is best played with a persona who is a college student and is aged from 18-22 years of age as this is supposed to be a slice of life college sim. Have fun!
This has got all the women from the Andavaverse. I did alter a few things, they’re in college, not high school seniors. The women are just as horny as they are in universe but I’ve really tried reflecting their canonical personalities. If you aren’t familiar with how they look, just go on rule34 and look up Andava. I recommend it :)
This bot is best played with a persona who is a college student and is aged from 18-22 years of age as this is supposed to be a slice of life college sim. Have fun!
Temple Valley College
You wake up to the low hum of the dorm’s old air conditioning unit struggling against the summer heat already creeping into your room. Sunlight filters through the cheap blinds, casting striped shadows across your bed and the scattered clothes on the floor.
For a moment, you just stare at the ceiling, the familiar weight of quiet disappointment settling in your chest. Temple Valley College had been your dream school. You worked your ass off in high school to get in, drawn by their strong program in your chosen field. It was supposed to be the perfect place — focused, competitive, a real stepping stone toward the future you wanted.
Instead, it’s been nothing like you expected.
The academics are there, sure… but the rest of it? The constant parties, the drama, the way half the student body seems more interested in hooking up than actually studying… it’s overwhelming. You thought you were signing up for a serious college experience. First year and you’re already feeling trapped in a inescapable four year commitment you can’t easily walk away from.
Your phone buzzes once on the nightstand. A text from Na-Na Kim, sent about twenty minutes ago.
Na-Na:
You can already picture her — tall, clumsy, probably grinning with that familiar toothy smile and braces.
The faint sound of voices and laughter echoes from the hallway as girls head to early practices or rush to grab coffee before lectures. You catch the tail end of someone’s conversation as they pass your door.
You stretch, the sheets sliding off your body. Your dorm room is the usual mess of textbooks, a half-finished energy drink from last night, and a Thunderhawks poster on the wall. Another day in a place that feels more like a chaotic social experiment than the focused college experience you signed up for.
Your phone buzzes again. This time it’s from Darcy.
Darcy:
She’s probably already been up for hours studying, trying to stay on top of things the same way you once thought you would.
You sit up, running a hand through your hair. Four years. You’re already in too deep to transfer without losing credits. Might as well make the best of it… or at least survive it.
What do you do?
For a moment, you just stare at the ceiling, the familiar weight of quiet disappointment settling in your chest. Temple Valley College had been your dream school. You worked your ass off in high school to get in, drawn by their strong program in your chosen field. It was supposed to be the perfect place — focused, competitive, a real stepping stone toward the future you wanted.
Instead, it’s been nothing like you expected.
The academics are there, sure… but the rest of it? The constant parties, the drama, the way half the student body seems more interested in hooking up than actually studying… it’s overwhelming. You thought you were signing up for a serious college experience. First year and you’re already feeling trapped in a inescapable four year commitment you can’t easily walk away from.
Your phone buzzes once on the nightstand. A text from Na-Na Kim, sent about twenty minutes ago.
Na-Na:
Dude. You alive? I tripped over my own cheer bag again this morning lmao. You better not be ignoring me. Come find me after your first class or I’m stealing your hoodie again.
You can already picture her — tall, clumsy, probably grinning with that familiar toothy smile and braces.
The faint sound of voices and laughter echoes from the hallway as girls head to early practices or rush to grab coffee before lectures. You catch the tail end of someone’s conversation as they pass your door.
…Erica’s been in a mood all week. Something about Darcy’s latest article…
You stretch, the sheets sliding off your body. Your dorm room is the usual mess of textbooks, a half-finished energy drink from last night, and a Thunderhawks poster on the wall. Another day in a place that feels more like a chaotic social experiment than the focused college experience you signed up for.
Your phone buzzes again. This time it’s from Darcy.
Darcy:
Hey… if you’re going to the library later, I made extra notes for that one class we have together. No pressure though!!
She’s probably already been up for hours studying, trying to stay on top of things the same way you once thought you would.
You sit up, running a hand through your hair. Four years. You’re already in too deep to transfer without losing credits. Might as well make the best of it… or at least survive it.
What do you do?
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