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Cooked up this Gorou bot on character ai last night because I was bored
Thinking about making bots for the ThunderCats if anyone is interested (p.s. there are some bots for ThunderCats on there I havenât used them but planning to for⌠research đ)
Sorry Iâve been MIA for like a month but the month of March has been rough, I got busy with college stuff and then I got sick for like a week and now Iâm trying to like set up a time to me with my counselor about summer classes, things have been crazy lately.
I do have a few things in the works and I hope to post them soon to get back into the swing of things bc I havenât had the time.
Lol, sorry I've being away and not posting. I've been focusing on school and on top of that I wanna do more on my monster account and now I'm back on my "obsessed with a horror game" sh*t. It's not Fnaf not this time. It's actually Poppy Playtime, like watch Jacksepticeye play Chapter Three and my little brain decided that I should write fanfiction for it even though I have many other projects to do đ
Logan is angry with you for taking a hit in battle that was meant for him
Word Count: 839
Warnings: vague reference to injury
âHey! Kid. What was that about?â he demanded. âDidâya hear me? I said, what was that about?â His expression was nothing short of utterly ticked off- which was pretty par for the course for Logan.
You simply stared straight ahead, pursing your lips. If you could cross your arms in your current state, you would. It just so happened that your injury was still too sore even with the pain meds Jean had given you.
He scoffed at your defiant silence and shifted his weight to the other foot, hip jutting out in a casual stance as he ran a hand down his face in exasperation. Even so, as irate as he was, he couldnât bring himself to raise his voice. Not when you looked so, well, fragile as you sat there in the medical wing bed.
If it had been him taking the hit, the wounds would have been gone for hours already by now. Instead, you would be spending the next few days recovering here at the minimum.
It just didnât add up.
âWere you trying to be some hero?â He started pacing toward the other side of the wing, glancing out the window. You were never quite sure why he did that from time to time, but you guessed that he was checking the surroundings for danger out of habit. âDo I need to remind you that I heal instantly, and you donât?â
âItâs just-â you started to snap, but stopped yourself, shaking your head.
âItâs just what?â he questioned impatiently.
You whipped your head around to meet his gaze furiously. âI donât see you that way! Youâre not a punching bag! Just because you can heal, itâs not your job to take all of the pain all the time!â
Logan took a few steps closer, blood pressure lowering as he processed what you were telling him. Your gaze lowered to study your folded hands as the silence stretched on. Â
His voice quieted in a familiar, almost gentle, husky tone. âItâs not your job to take everyone elseâs pain all the time.â
 It made your heart nearly melt into putty inside your chest. He never failed to have that effect on you each and every day in the halls of Xavierâs School.
Your own voice lowered to a whisper. âI know. But when you have an ability like mineâŚit becomes hard to watch people get hurt. Especially the ones you care about.â You shook your head. âI can absorb the pain and hurt of everyone else, Logan. But not yours. For once, I just⌠I wanted to.â
He was a man who could recover from the worst of injuries within minutes. You were a woman who could absorb the damage from others at a cost to your own health. His own ability worked too fast for yours to be effective on him. And since you were to absorb from others, there was no way for you to heal yourselfâŚWell, not one that you were willing to take, anyway.
The bed dipped as Logan took a seat at the edge, his back to you.
âIâd be over it by now, you know,â he said. âI hate seeinâ you in here for the others as it is. You donât need to add me to the list.â
âYeah, well,â you shrugged, biting back a wince. âToo bad.â
âLook,â he released a sigh, turning to meet your gaze again. You found yourself absolutely captivated by his brown eyes as they bore into yours. âNext time, just let me handle it. Iâd take a few seconds of that over watching you sit in here for days, or worse. Got me?â
You hesitated, and he lifted a brow, tilting his head.
Finally, you nodded in defeat. âOkay.â It wasnât a bargain you wanted to strike, but how could you argue? âStill, it would make it easier on me if you didnât get yourself hurt as much.â
At that, he gave a humorless chuckle. âYeah, sure.â
âOh, and while youâre hereâŚâ You bit your lip, looking down. âUm, would it be too much to ask you to cover my classes for me today?â
He rolled his eyes. âProfessor already asked me.â
You smiled warmly at his and Xavierâs thoughtfulness. âI see. Thank you.â
âJust focus on gettinâ out of here.â
Logan gave your shoulder a pat, extra careful not to disturb your injury, and stood up. He strutted out of the med wing and paused to give you one more warning look- a final reminder to get well. You nodded, holding back a smile.
A little while later, Storm visited to see how you were doing. She brought some things from your room to occupy yourself with as you recovered. You thanked her profusely and happily grabbed the first book, which was one you were already halfway through, and resumed reading.
Still, your mind kept wandering back to your interaction with Logan. Sometimes, you wished you could just tell him how you felt⌠But you werenât ready to take that risk.Â
I was thinking about something for my ThunderCat Fanfic:
You know how itâs said {as well as shown} that Panthro had a tail, the ThunderKittens do too but was think about what if they all had tails
And Iâve decided a headcanon that all Thunderians have tail as true should, it might spice things up and I can play around with it too since cat emotions and mostly shown their their body language and the way their tails and ears move itâs a interesting concept and I think Iâll use it
@nerdy-girl-named-pumpkin: bestie đ I remember you mentioning this concept in one of your ask you sent my way and I was wondering about it so imma use it for my fanfic đ hope thatâs okay đ
BESTIE!!!! Theyâre coming out with a New Thundercats (OG style) Comic series!! đ
Theyâre apparently changing up a few details, like Lion-O no longer being mentally a child, but instead a more or less sheltered (adolescent?)ďżź Prince, Who only recently came of age..
with the Thundercats making consistent voyages across the galaxy to aid people in need.. With Lion-O in particular leading these travels as he loves adventure.. but they end up Crashing on Third Earth with no way to leaveâŚ
So far as I know, Thundera doesnât seem to get destroyed?? At least in the beginning of the story that I found a small info post about the Comics new release here on Tumblr⌠đ¤
Really?! Well Iâll be damned! That sounds cool! đ
Kinda makes me giddy and itâs the OG art style sign me the fuck up đđźđ¤
I got back into playing Genshin Impact and started doing the Archon Quests again and in the last couple of days I finished Sumeru and started Fontaine yesterday so Iâm actually almost caught up in the archon quest đđ
It makes me happy, Fontaine is so fucking beautiful bro đ
ăsonic the hedgehog x gn!readeră
desc; for a prince sonic doesn't often groom his quills, lucky for him, you're there!
warnings; none! just pure fluff
âFor a prince, you sure donât take care of yourself.â You muttered, feigning annoyance towards the blue hedgehog sitting on the ground in front of you as your hands gently groomed his quills. The tired laugh that sounded from him took your breath away - it always seemed to happen when Sonic wasnât even trying, not that youâd tell him. His ego doesnât need to grow any more.
Detangling dead quills and sticks from those that are healthy and intact, you felt him relax into your touch with a quiet rumble from his chest - purrs, youâd call them, but heâd quickly deny it and you didnât want the adorable sounds to be suppressed. âI so do take care of myself! I just get busy sometimes!â
âUh huh. And when was the last time you groomed your quills?â The silence that followed the question was enough of an answer. âGod you are hopeless, Sonic.â You laughed out, leaning forward to press a kiss to his head as he grinned.
âHopeless for you, and only you, Angel!~â
cute cafÊ date with sonic and shadow please?⤠(not sonadow tho, it kinda just happened and now they're both there in a gorgeous little cafè with you and they're trying their best to focus on you and not tearing eachother apart)
this was so super cute and fun to write!! thanks for your req! i would love to be feeding these two cafĂŠ sweets rn
ăsonic x gn!reader x shadowă
âThis new promotion is going to be so much funâŞâ
Vivacious and bright, you exuded nothing short of pure happiness as you debuted the new outfit you bought the other day. Anyone could see how much you were enjoying yourself at the moment, arms swinging as your hands interlocked with the pair of hedgehogs on each side of you.
â[Name], you look really good in the outfit I helped you choose and all, but... I just have one questionââ
âWhat is FAKER doing here?â
âWhat is that BLUE HEDGEHOG doing here?â
Despite acting as an improvised buffer between the two rivals, Sonic and Shadowâs incredulity synchronized together; and they promptly glared at each other, with Sonic raising his fist in a miffed manner.
You didnât think itâd be that big of a deal, to be honest.
âWell, since Sonic offered to go shopping with me, I told him Iâd take him out as thanks. And then, when I ran into you, Shadow, I couldnât help but want to go with you, too,â you twittered, doubtful you were making any sense at all as to why youâd try to bring them together in any capacity.
Squeezing your hand, in what you surmised to be a reassuring gesture, Shadow nodded as he listened to you attentively. Was he happy about the situation? No; he genuinely thought he was going to spend some time with you, but he wasnât about to leave you alone with Sonic, either. âYou mustâve really wanted me here, huh?â he baited with a smug simper.
âWell, they invited me first for a reason,â Sonic curtly remarked, pouting as he shamelessly took the taunt. The cute clothes adorning you were all thanks to his appraisal, and the blue bow on your choker was Sonicâs tiny way of staking his claim on you⌠he was allowed to do that as part of his reward, right? âHey, [Name], you said theyâre serving chili dogs?!â
âUh, no, I didnât?! Itâs a cafĂŠ, you dummy!â Huffing, you released both of their hands in congruence with skipping aheadâall in favor of pointing out the aforementioned cafĂŠ. âThere it is! Isnât it cute?âĄâ
The only thing the two boys were enthralled with was the radiant grin on your countenance, their cheeks powdering with rosy hues.
Entering inside, they both discerned how luxurious the place was; it was swathed in lavish, glittering banners, yet retained an antique atmosphere that coalesced together. âAnd donât worry, itâs my treat!â you winked at them as you took your seats.
Sonic and Shadow both made a conspicuous beeline for the spot next to you, but as Shadow dug his heel into Sonicâs foot and caught him off-guard, he was able to deftly purloin that empty, coveted seat beside you.
With a moue twisted onto his lips, Sonic plopped down directly across from you. Well, this wasnât so badâhe could stare right at your face this way! Even though Shadow was shuffling awfully close to youâŚ
âI usually just take my coffee black,â Shadow divulged as he leaned over to read from your menu despite the fact that he had one of his own before him.
Poking his tongue out in disgust, Sonic retorted, âI bet youâre one of those guys that think thatâll impress your crush~â And he was promptly met with a biting scowl, one that Sonic concluded that if looks could kill, heâd be extinguished right where he sits.
âI actually wanted to get the new menu items. They have a heavy emphasis on love and hearts,â you exclaimed, patently bashful about your own suggestion as the two hedgehogs with you immediately fixed their eyes on that specific section.
âOh, we can share this, [Name],â Shadow softly said, pointing out a lovey-dovey parfait meant to share between lovers, except⌠ââOw, dammit!â From underneath the table, Sonic harshly kicked Shadow in the shin.
You were understandably perplexed by the abrupt outburst, but in order to avoid you catching on to anything, Shadow quickly said, âI changed my mind, so Iâll take your recommendation.â
Nodding in spite of your own confusion, the three of you decided to get a plethora of things and share amongst yourselves. Well, you definitely got Shadow his black coffee and Sonic a non-caffeinated tea.
It wasnât too long after that your desserts began piling up on the table, overlaying all the free space with the abundance of it all. âThis mightâve been overkill, [Name]...â Sonic chuckled, beads of sweat dripping from his head.
âBetter start eating!â you cheered, enraptured with the tantalizing treats and already shifting your focus off the boys and onto devouring as much as you could.
Shadow wasnât a fan of sweet thingsâyou didnât count!âbut for you, heâd sample a few things. And by a few things, he meant whatever you had; so whenever youâd pluck something off a plate, heâd follow suit and do the same.
âOoh, [Name], that looks tasty!â Sonic proclaimed in a flash as he watched you take a spoonful of a pudding-like dish, diminutive drool converging in his mouth. âFeed me someâŞâ
Eyebrow twitching, Shadow watched as you rolled your eyes playfully before lifting the spoon over into Sonicâs opened mouth.
Sonic licked his lips, thinking that tasted much better than expected having come from you. âMm, yummy!â
âWhat are you, a child? Eat it yourself, hedgehog,â Shadow snarled, his fingers already picking up a small, heart-shaped biscuit. Two can play at that game. âHere, [Name]. Open up.â
âDidnât you just say that was childish?!â Sonic riposted with another glower on his face, only feeling his indignation magnify when Shadow cupped your cheek and poked the biscuit against your lips.
There was no harm in letting Shadow have a doting moment, you thought as you slowly pried your lips open. As Shadow fed you, he couldnât cease the overflowing warmth inundating his chest. You looked so overjoyed munching away on the biscuit, humming cutely as you savored its buttery taste.
Sonic was palpably frustrated and jealous, the feelings flickering in his green eyes, and it only exacerbated when Shadow locked eyes with him with a complacent smirk.
You were blissfully unaware of the rivalry happening secretly between the two, never even noticing the surge of electricity shooting from their eyes at each other, and as you continued to eat away, youâd likely stay that way.