#it is mostly about xiphoid

[cfrog]

Would it be too obvious of a bit to call my robots story "Xiphoid's Process"? Like the bone. Is that too silly?

[crowdedstrangers]

i think really if i think about it. almost every non medical effect of testosterone doesn’t bother me at all. like okay looking at old videos of myself singing it sucks that my vocal range is fucking non existent anymore but. well i think that im only really bothered by the medical problems and nom cosmetic effects now. like i dont hate my voice for being masculine but i do hate that it hurts to talk most of the time. and also that sometimes when i talk i feel like my voice is someone else’s but i think thats also mostly because of depersonalization and id probably feel the same way if i hadnt transitioned. so well what im saying is i am still negatively affected by the changes i got from testosterone but not because of reverse dysphoria or whatever. like its not because i feel like i dont look or sound womanly enough.. because to myself i dont perceive like my voice or hair or any of the cosmetic changes as manly or anything i just feel like myself but different. and with other people i still sometimes struggle with not knowing how im perceived because im still scared of making other women uncomfortable in bathrooms and such but outside of that i really couldnt care less about what sex people perceive me as.. especially because if im being honest i still get “““dysphoria””” around being perceived as female so. whatever. i think almost everything i regret about hrt is medical shit like. i am scared that i might lose an ovary. and then the only non medical thing that i hate is my adams apple. i dont know if ill ever be comfortable with that. because its really an ocd and sensory thing just as much as it is an insecurity thing… even before testosterone i had sort of intrusive thoughts about things touching my adams apple like how i cant let things touch my diaphragm/sternum/xiphoid area. and of course there is also the element of me just thinking it looks fucking weird… but having a reason to hate it outside of cosmetic reasons makes it really hard to get over. all of this to say… its been almost a year now and i think im still getting better every day. ive also been thinking recently that i really need to write a paper about gender and transitioning. like idk if it would be more political theory or memoir-like in structure but i think it would be really helpful for myself and also i have so many thoughts and opinions that i would like to share… so maybe ill try to start that over winter break…

[cuddlecave]

is xiphoid

pocket benr...so cute,,, (+ cold bc I'm a sucker for that....)

the apartments heat went out, and it was fucking cold, and gord was getting curled up into the blankets as tight as possible. he turned to grab a corner, and something shiny caught his eye--something under the desk, which was weird, bc what would be shiny down there? it was hard to see, the reflective surface of whatever it was blinking in and out with the candle on gords bedside table's movement.

he really wanted to ignore it. but, something about it just seemed out of place, and after a moment he slid out of bed and padded across the carpet to the corner. he kneeled, wincing as his knees creaked, and there, partially behind the desk leg, was a tiny led keychain flashlight. it was off, and as far as he could tell, bright pink. it must be another one of those little mystery gifts from his tiny 'secret' admirer.

he reached out and pulled it from behind the desk leg, thinking that it's placement was unusual--mostly these gifts were left on end tables or counters--but then he saw it. or rather, saw *them*. behind the desk leg, the little mouse person who he'd talked to was curled up, and had been hidden by the flashlight.

he wasn't moving.

dread and panic flooded gord as he realized what had probably happened; little dude had come to give this, the heat went out, and it being far too cold to go back into the walls, they'd holed up in a corner trying to retain heat.

he reached a shaky hand out and gently set it on their chest. and breathed a full-body sigh of relief when he felt it's slight movement of breath. okay, so he was alive, but probably not doing too well, given how cold he was to the touch.

gord carefully gathered them in his hand, idly noticing that they were barely bigger than the flashlight they had been carrying. once he had curled their limp form in a loose fist, he stood up and hurried back to bed. one-handed, he pulled back the blankets and then completely covered himself. he slipped the flashlight in his pocket, and set the cute tiny dude on his chest, covering him with both hands. hopefully he'd warm up fairly quick.

benr wakes up and when he realizes that gord rescued him, has a 'heart-eyes, motherfucker' moment--and he's surprised to feel so cozy and safe in a human's grasp. but it's warm and soft and gord is so gentle...oh man, benr has it *bad*.

maybe humans aren't all that murder/experimentation-happy like he thought..... or, well, at least not THIS very handsome one, anyway :P ...next time something like this happens but benb's still awake, he convinces gordn that the warmest place to put him would be his stomach, and assures him that 'nah man it's cool i'm acid-proof. not like the others.' and just as gordn's going through with it, another of his tiny housemates sees and oh no.

[the-bluniverse]

Character Info 4

Slate Blue (17-18, he/him, pansexual)

Student Blue (young adult/ageless, he/they, biromantic acespec)

Paladin Blue (24, he/him, demisexual)

Name: Slate.

Age: 17-18

Pronouns: He/Him

Sexuality: Pansexual

AU: Grey Bricks. A modern au in which an adventurous, naturalist Link wanders a bit too deep into an old nature reserve that lies beyond the outskirts of his city. Stumbling upon what appears to be a collapsed cavern, his interest is peaked. He manages to slip inside through a gap in the rocks, and stumbles upon something strange; an old rusty sword wedged between two rocks. Upon pulling the sword, he is suddenly split into four. Sage (Green), Wine (Red), Lavender (Vio), and Slate (Blue.) Not only that, but by pulling the sword he accidentally unleashed an ancient evil that is hellbent on causing chaos and destruction wherever it goes. The creature, Vaati, began to unleash hordes of monsters and demons onto the city that Link resided in. They slaughtered countless civilians, destroying everything in their path. It's up to the group of four to put a stop to this, by defeating Vaati and using the sword to seal him away once more.

Description: 6'0. Very athletic. Fluffy, light golden blonde hair. Skin is usually littered with bruises and scratches. Has a bandage on his lower left cheek. Deep blue eyes that are usually tired looking. Wears a paleish blue jacket with puffy blue gray sleeves. It has a water droplet patch sewn on the right side of the chest. Wears dark frayed blue jeans, along with some simple grey boots. Can usually be seen carrying around a worn baseball bat with blue fabric tied around the end.

History: At the beginning, Slate was just as confident and rowdy as the Blue we all know and love. He'd pick fights with random people and hunt monsters relentlessly, just to prove that he's truly the best Link. This changed, however, after his cockiness costed the life of someone very close to him. He had been leading Erune, a girl who had been extremely close to Link before he split into four, around in the safer parts of the city in search of supplies. Upon stepping into a narrow street, they were ambushed by a huge horde of bokoblins. Deciding to show off in front of Erune, he rushed forwards and began cutting them down left and right. While he was doing that, he didn't notice the group that were slowly slinking past him and towards Erune until it was too late. The girl was mauled by the monsters, the creatures ripping into her beaten body until Slate managed to cut them all down. By then she had long since been killed. This event completely smothered Blue's confident aura. Knowing that she would still be alive if he had paid more attention, he fell into a spiral of intense guilt. He became much more somber and quiet, unable to sleep due to the nightmares that played over and over in his mind like a broken record. He now keeps Erune's dagger tucked away in his right jacket pocket, holding onto it as a reminder of the horrible mistake he made.

Bonus/Trivia:

Slate is the culmination of Link's recklessness and overconfidence.

His favorite animal is a froggie :]

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Name: Blue AKA Student (cause he's a student)

Age: young adult (ageless, but can still die. He's been around since the sixth century or so, he's an old Demon)

Pronouns: he/him, they/them

Sexuality: biromantic asexual

AU: FAM AU (Fields Academy of Magic AU)/Modern-with-magic AU

Personality: is generally hotheaded and tends to jump to conclusions. Is trying to learn as much as he can in order to get perfect grades. Knows too many kinda-illegal spells. A nerd, but an angry one.

Description: Black hair, blueish skin, glowing blue eyes, black horns, dragon like tail, claws, fangs. Wears a school-issued uniform meant to protect the wearer when they're using magic so they don't accidentally destroy their clothes or something.

History: created in the sixth century or so and is on a personal mission to attend every single magic school there is for the heck of it. Most recent target is FAM, mostly because he heard that Vio (17th-century Angel, best friend, former boyfriend) works there and they hadn't actually seen each other in about 15 years or so. Study partners with Shadow and is playing matchmaker with Shadow and Vio for the fun of it.

Bonus/Trivia:

ice/water-specific magic. Terrible at fire and wind, but know a little of earth magic from "childhood" (first couple centuries)

Can be killed like normal, is only ageless immortal but not a true immortal.

Resident healer since he specializes in water magic and therefore knows quite a lot of healing spells

pretty social and was surprisingly well-liked at FAM.

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Name: Blue, aka Paladin

Age: 24

Pronouns: He/Him

Sexuality: Demisexual

AU: Hunter!Vio

Personality: Strong moral compass, a great leader, deeply involved in his faith and worship to the Golden Goddesses, a bit of a hothead.

Description: An absolutely monsterous height for a Hylian at 6'1", cool blue eyes, blond hair that reaches his waist and is usually tied up in a smooth ponytail. He's broad-shouldered with a warm tan, his hands rough from his rigorous daily training regiments. TW: SCARS He had a large scar that runs all the way down his chest, from under his collarbones to his xiphoid process

History: Blue pushed himself further into his faith in the Golden Goddesses after being bereft of his brother Vio in a freak accident of magic. Only a year later, his father passed away of what many called a broken heart from losing a son. Blue, seeing that his remaining brothers were already leading their lives on different paths, took up the mantle as the new captain of the Royal Guard. Years after the incident that started it all, Blue finds himself questioning whether or not Vio really did die that night, and went on the hunt for answers.

Weaknesses: Blue is desperately weak to the cold, but his strong constitution won't allow him to show it until he's past the point of becoming violently ill. TW: TRAUMA TALK The sickness is caused not only by the cold itself, but by the memories he has of being frozen solid in his youth. He would never admit it out loud, but even the chill of oncoming rain can give him flashbacks.

Bonus/Trivia:

Blue wears a gold Triforce pendant on a chain, gifted to him by his sister-in-law to be, Zelda.

He maintains his reputation as a great leader largely because of his natural inclination towards orderliness.

He's a man who can really hold his alcohol.

[marksburyscripts]

Season 1, Episode 1-- A Difficult Patient

Google Doc

Content Warnings: -Alcohol abuse -Discussion of intent to commit sexual assault

[Pre-episode announcement]

Hey, everyone! Before we begin, I just wanna give a quick heads-up. The Marksbury Incident will have some recurring themes that may be uncomfortable for some listeners, including depression, anxiety, survivor’s guilt, and murder, including that of a child. There will also be episode-specific content warnings in the descriptions of each episode. As excited as we are to share this story with the world, our main priority is always going to be the health and safety of everyone involved. But for now, take care of yourselves, and enjoy!

--

[Therapist’s office. Day. The recording begins, and there are a few seconds of awkward silence.]

NARRATOR

This is stupid.

THERAPIST

You haven’t even started yet. 

NARRATOR

What’s the point? How is this any different than what we usually do?

THERAPIST

I told you. Being able to go back and re-listen to sessions could be helpful. Maybe give you reminders about what we wanted to work on.

[Narrator scoffs.]

THERAPIST (Cont.)

If you have a better suggestion, I’d love to hear it. [He sighs] Look. If you don’t start working with me, I’m going to have to report it. I’ve been telling them that your post traumatic stress has been making progress slow, but it’s only a matter of time before they decide that it’s non-compliance. Not everyone gets this chance. Please. Don’t throw it away.

NARRATOR

...Fine. Fine, okay.

THERAPIST

We’ll just record this one for now and we’ll go from there. It might be a bit awkward at first, but it could help. 

NARRATOR

 ...Do you think they made the right decision? I mean, with what happened…. It’s not like it was a misdemeanor. 

THERAPIST

I think that they saw you the way that I do. A good person who made a mistake. You know better than anyone what kind of state you were in afterwards. And I think they realized that there wasn’t any real malicious intent.

NARRATOR

...Right.

THERAPIST

So you’ll cooperate?

NARRATOR

Yeah. Fine.

THERAPIST

Good. So you said last week you were going to go through your mother’s things?

NARRATOR

Yeah. I managed to do it.

THERAPIST

That’s good. How did it go?

NARRATOR

Okay I guess? Dad kept a lot more than I expected. I couldn’t bring myself to get rid of much, but… some of the less sentimental things. Clothes, mostly. Things she never wore much. And… turns out she kept a lot of the drawings I did as a kid in a box under her bed, too. I saved a couple, but most of them I threw out. Then an old journal or diary or something that was in some weird mix of Italian and Gaelic, and a couple of pictures.

THERAPIST

Were the pictures of her?

NARRATOR

Yeah, mostly. There were some of her friend, too. Lauren, I think her name was? Laura? Mom would tell me about her sometimes. Here, I, um… I brought one. 

[The Narrator unzips his bag and retrieves the picture]

THERAPIST

Why’s it ripped?

NARRATOR

I don’t know. That’s just how I found it. There were a lot that were ripped, actually….  I-- I imagine it’s the result of a bad breakup or something.

THERAPIST

Makes sense. You were okay, though? 

NARRATOR

I mean, I had to take a few breaks during it. I think it took… four hours to go through the three boxes? 

THERAPIST

No shame in that. 

NARRATOR

I did have a bit of a breakdown after, though. But… nothing new there, I guess.

THERAPIST

When that happens, what do you do to calm down?

NARRATOR

Depends. On good days I grab a book and try to focus on that. 

THERAPIST

And what about the bad days?

NARRATOR

...Cheap whiskey and cigarettes. But I’ve been trying to quit.

THERAPIST

And after going through the boxes, was that a good day or a bad day?

NARRATOR

Somewhere in the middle, I guess? I promised myself I wouldn’t drink, so I went for a walk.

THERAPIST

That’s good. That’s very good.

NARRATOR

...Yeah. 

THERAPIST

...You don’t sound so sure about that.

NARRATOR

No, it’s…. It’s fine. It was good, it got my mind off of it.

THERAPIST

...Did something happen on your walk?

NARRATOR

Nothing you want to hear about.

THERAPIST

Try me.

NARRATOR

...You’re going to think I’m crazy.

THERAPIST

I’m a psychologist. Once again, try me.

NARRATOR

[He takes a deep breath] ...It was… maybe two in the morning? I-- I think that’s about right, I lost track around 12:30. I'd spent pretty much my whole day putting off going through the stuff, then the rest of the night either actually doing it or calming myself down. Mostly the latter. Then I kept running into some of my dad's things, as well, so that kept hitting me, too. I guess Evelynn missed some things when she was cleaning it all out. Or maybe she thought I would want some of it? I don't know.  Anyway, I'm getting distracted. I was walking past this bar a few streets over from my house. It’s not the most high-brow place in the world, so I made sure to cross the street before I got there. Never know what people will do when they're not thinking straight. Especially since… you know, I'm not exactly the most masculine or threatening person in the world. So I kept a safe distance. Nothing looked suspicious. I could see that the TVs inside had been switched off, so it must have been past last-call. Then I noticed. There was a woman leaning against the wall, doubled over. She had her hands in her pockets, and she was wearing this… deep red hoodie, with her hair hanging loose, covering her face. Even from so far away, I could tell that it was slick with grease, or… something. It was reflecting the streetlights. I think that’s what made me notice her, actually. The glint caught my eye.

NARRATOR (Cont.)

I wasn't about to judge, you never know someone's circumstances. I’ve certainly been in worse condition. I actually considered crossing the street to offer her what change I had in my pocket, but I didn't want to assume she was homeless and end up being wrong. Besides, nothing weird about someone hanging out outside of a bar as it was closing. Maybe she was waiting for a ride home, or getting her bearings before she started walking. Then… two men came out of the bar. They were drunk enough that I could tell neither would remember a thing in the morning, and the taller of the two was laughing and practically hanging off of his friend. He saw the woman and they both fell quiet as they... looked at each other. I could tell what they were thinking. It doesn't take a genius to piece it together. I think that was when I stopped walking. I watched as the taller one went over to the woman, and I couldn't tell what he was saying, but… I had a pretty good guess. She didn't move, but he kept at it, he wouldn’t give it up. I think it lasted two minutes total. He kept getting more and more aggravated, and I was about to yell over that I was going to call the cops. He reached his hand out like he was going to grab her, but he just…  he just stopped. His eyes went wide for a moment, and even from that distance, I could see his terror. Looking back, I think he was probably dead before he hit the ground. His friend ran over to him, he was… screaming. Nothing coherent, he was much too drunk for that. Intoxicated on both alcohol and the fear. And even with everything that was going on, with all that noise? Not a single person came to make sure that he was okay. There was no way that no one heard. They just didn't care. You know, I never understood the phrase "Sent a chill down my spine". But… turns out it feels more literal than I imagined. I-- I didn’t know what to do, I didn’t know what I could do. So I just stood there as his screams were cut off by the sound of him choking as he clutched his throat, desperate for air, eyes locked onto her and pleading for mercy. And once he finally went quiet, then the woman finally began to move. 

NARRATOR (Cont.)

She looked up at me. Slow, and I was certain that she'd known I'd been watching the whole time, and was anticipating my response. But her movements were jerky, like she had to force every joint to bend or twist. And I heard a voice. Her voice. I-- I don’t know how I know, but there's no doubt in my mind. Even though she was still across the street, it sounded like she was whispering, rasping in my ear with lungs that hadn’t been used in at least a decade. She said my name. And for some reason, hearing that made me certain that I was going to die. I ran, I locked myself in my house the moment I got home. Every step of the way, I knew she was behind me, I could hear her voice, I could feel her just… there. A couple times, I looked back. I never saw her walk, but she was always the same distance behind me. After I got home, it took me an hour before I finally started to calm down. I thought it was over. But just as I was regaining my composure, there it was again. My name, hardly an inch from my ear. I hated myself for it, but I forced myself to look out the window, and there she was. Just staring at me.

THERAPIST

Did you call the police?

NARRATOR

A-- And tell them what? That there was a person looking at my house? And that two guys had dropped dead just by talking to her? I’m sure they would take that well. Especially from me, the local convicted felon.

THERAPIST

So what did you do?

NARRATOR

I just… sat in my bedroom, in the dark, away from the windows. Like a child. [Laughs] I kept hearing her voice, so I knew that she was still out there even when the sun started to come up. Eventually, I ended up getting the nerve to look again. She had stood there, in the same spot, all night. Just watching. I’ll admit I kinda lost it at that point. I don’t know what I was planning on happening. But I was so freaked out, I-- I didn’t think. I went outside and grabbed a rock out of the garden, and I shouted at her to tell me what she wanted, to leave me alone. If I woke up any of the neighbors, they didn’t say anything. I threw the rock, and-- and I want you to know that I didn’t mean to hit her. I just wanted to scare her off or something. But it did hit her. Right in the chest, around the Xiphoid Process. And she… She crumpled. I mean that literally. It hit the hoodie, but it didn’t hit a person. The moment it made contact, all of her clothes fell to the ground, and I realized that there was nothing inside them.

THERAPIST

So… like a ghost?

NARRATOR

No. No, I don’t believe in ghosts. I think there’s something after death, something that gives people awareness, personality, life-- [He cuts off, takes a breath] ...But no, not ghosts. I don’t know what it was. But the clothes were gone when I looked out an hour later. [Beat.] So. Believe me?

THERAPIST

...I did read that there were two men found dead outside of a bar. One from a brain hemorrhage and the other asphyxiation. 

NARRATOR

But I suppose you think that’s a coincidence.

THERAPIST

...I think it’s... interesting. I think the figure you’re describing could potentially be a manifestation of your internalized guilt over the deaths of--

NARRATOR

Yeah, see? You think it was a hallucination.

THERAPIST

I’m just saying, you did have similar experiences while you were in the hospital.

NARRATOR

That was different! Believe me, I know how it sounds, I’m not an idiot. Would you say the same thing to someone who walked in here saying they saw a vision of Jesus?

THERAPIST

That’s--

NARRATOR

[Bitterly] Different?

THERAPIST

A religious belief. You’ve told me yourself you aren’t religious.

NARRATOR

...Okay, fine. But you can understand where I’m coming from.

THERAPIST

I suppose. I just have to entertain every possibility. Preferably the scientific ones. Henry is studying psychology, right?

NARRATOR [Softly]

...Please don’t.

THERAPIST

Right, sorry. I’m just saying, you have to know that if I just accepted every instance of ghosts or unexplainable events as true, I would be out of a job. I’m sure he’d tell you the same thing. [Beat.] How’s he doing?

NARRATOR [He scoffs] 

Seriously?

THERAPIST

You know what I mean. Has there been any progress?

NARRATOR

Not at all.

THERAPIST

You still visiting him?

NARRATOR

Every day.

THERAPIST

What do you do when you’re there?

NARRATOR

Talk, mostly. Sometimes I end up falling asleep. 

THERAPIST

You know, not many people would have that much dedication. He’s lucky to have a friend like you.

NARRATOR

...Yeah. Really lucky.

THERAPIST

You don’t agree?

NARRATOR

It’s… complicated. I don’t think…. [He trails off, steadying himself] Sorry. 

THERAPIST

No, it’s okay. You’ve opened up a lot today.

NARRATOR

The threat of prison will do that to a person.

THERAPIST

Maybe so. But we’ve been at this since March, and I still feel like I hardly know you. The therapists you went to before me all said the same thing; That you had trouble before, and that ever since you lost your brother, things have only gotten worse. I still think it would be good if you talked to your sister.

NARRATOR

Not gonna happen.

THERAPIST

You both have been through a lot, you’re the only family she has left.

NARRATOR

And yet, she’s made it very clear that she wants nothing to do with me. So forgive me if I’m not jumping at the idea.

THERAPIST

It couldn’t hurt to try.

NARRATOR

You don’t know Evelynn. It very well could. I can’t tell you the amount of times we wrestled as kids, and I never won a single time. [A small laugh] But no, in all seriousness, I don't think that's a good idea. I mean, she cleared out pretty much all of our father's things when I was… you know. 

THERAPIST

Recovering.

NARRATOR 

Recovering, sure. Whatever you wanna call it. I thought that at the very least, losing him would help close the gap between us. But then… I don't know why I thought that, she didn't even look at me at Billy's funeral, I-- [His voice falters, and his breath shakes] I-- I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I can't--

THERAPIST

No, it's okay. We're still working on it. That's more than you usually feel comfortable with. Do you think the recording helped?

NARRATOR

A little? I still couldn't talk about anything important, though. 

THERAPIST

How about this? We'll record sessions every so often, not every week. And for homework, you can record at home. About whatever you feel like. Be it what happened, or even just about your day. Maybe saying it out loud without anyone around will help you eventually talk about it here so we can work on it.

NARRATOR

...Do I have a choice?

THERAPIST [Smug, but kind]

Not really.

NARRATOR

And here I was thinking therapists were supposed to help people stop talking to themselves.

THERAPIST

I'll see you next week, okay?

NARRATOR

Right, yeah.

[The door opens]

THERAPIST

Oh, and before you go?

NARRATOR

Hmm?

THERAPIST

I'm really proud of you.

NARRATOR

...Right.

[The door shuts]

NEXT EPISODE➝

[itsladykit]

I have an anatomy exam coming up, so that means rereading your works~ ^_^ I can convince myself that reading skeletons touching each other is contributing to my studies with all that "let's heal the L4 vertebrae" and "chaste kiss on that zygomatic bone" and "mmm ripping that floating rib off the rib cage and shattering that xiphoid process." P.S. I love your writing.

Ha! I love that. Ironically, I’ve learned more about skeletal anatomy by writing fan fic than from any of my anatomy classes (mostly because we always focused on the squishy bits, particularly the GI tract).

Thank you so much and happy “studying” (and good luck on your tests). ^_^

[whorlparade60-blog]

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how did xiphoid

their design. Is so. If I had an action figure of them I would chew on the tail. How did you make them. also where did the idea for ledd come from he’s such a silly little guy

(Hopefully these are like. What you were looking for my brain is shot

Very good questions! I love character design questions :]

I'm p sure you're asking about Doctor, Xiphoid's cyborg design (the one w the very chewable tail), which did get designed after Xiph's main design. So mostly the thought process was trying to translate my goofy robot into something hot and cyberpunk! So stuff like their build, their hands, their eyes, those are all straight from normal Xiph. Beyond that, I really wanted to take inspiration from like. 90s-2000s tech, for some reason that's what I associate with Xiph. Hence that epic clear plastic. Well, and cause I think exposed bones and wires are hot. In-universe, "Doc" is canon Xiphoid's hot mary sue self insert :3c so a big part of their design is also "what would Xiphoid want to look like as a hot human" and the answer is feminine person with small tits and long legs. A direct copy of canon Xiph would be wearing that white lab coat, but they only wear that coat cause it's the only thing they have! Robots locked in company buildings can't exact go on shopping sprees. So cyborg Xiph gets whatever cute outfits they want :3 If you want more proper character design process, I can talk about robot Xiph's design too ^^

LEDD is a very fun story! I got the idea for the name from misreading a box for LED lightbulbs and for some reason getting very fixated on what the extra D would stand for. Then, when I needed an evil AI for my Portal ripoff D&D campaign, I figured that'd make a good acronym. Most of his design is also very ripped from Portal, or more accurately, from fanon designs of Wheatley. A proper lab-controlling AI needs a fancy suit and tie. LEDD's meant to feel like a cute, unassuming mascot, so I took inspiration from like: mickey mouse, the fallout guy, the monopoly man, uhh pillsbury dough boy? And also puppets in general. LEDD's round and simple and marketable and so non-threatening! He's even got those retro oval-shaped eyes, except a liiiittle off cause he's got. Pupils. All the better for watching you with :)

Thank u for asking about my blue robots :]

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is xiphoid

ok here's prey drive benr, aka gord feeding himself to benr but this time benr is the feral one OwO and gord is fuckin terrified 😌 also took some inspo from ur fic with 'ill eat you whole, I love u so', hope u don't mind,,,, also some of the apex predator instinct stuff is inspo from the fic 'yknow, like nom?'

it's, uh, long, whoops.

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benrs been avoiding him. gord didn't notice at first--his boyf, while cuddly af, still sometimes wants time alone like people sometimes do. so when benr decides to stay in the guest room with his laptop and psp and switch for the day, gord doesn't bother him.

benr comes to bed that night, and things seem fine. he hugs him close, and benr sings some SV, teal to pink? he's seen that occasionally, but isn't quite sure what it means-and is a bit reluctant to ask, since benr tends to try to swallow it or hide it when it happens. and sure enough, benr aims it away from him and tries to wave it away before choking the rest down.

gord doesn't like that benr still doesn't feel safe sharing some of his emotions with him, but he's not going to push. benr will tell him when he's ready.

the next day gord kisses him good morning, and the mystery SV makes another appearance. it's been happening more often for a couple weeks now, and gord is so curious as to what it means. but he doesn't hold onto that thought very long, bc benr is pushing himself out of their bed, and into the hall. gord hears the guest room door shut.

benr stays there all day.

gord goes in, once, to bring benr food. he's not entirely sure what's going on, but even if benr doesnt technically have to eat, it's still good for him.

the room doesn't have any lights on, and the curtains are closed, but it's not dark. the air is filled with SV. silt like guilt, red distress, pear fear, weirdly paired with pink to blue I love you and dove I'm in love. but the most there is of it is that teal to pink.

gord looks in wonder and concern for a moment, before turning his eyes to benr. benr is staring at him intensely, pupils wide. he feels like he's been pinned down by the gaze. being hunted. 'benr?'

benr blinks at the word, and snaps out of whatever it was. the heavy tension in the room dissipates, but now benr won't look at him. he sets down the food, and reluctantly leaves.

benr doesn't come to bed that night.

gord gets up in the morning, and waits until noon, but benr still has not come out of the guest room. he knocks, but all he gets is a frustrated whine and the sound of something *large* moving around, before he hears 'im good. please leave.'

something is very wrong. why is benr big? and why is he hiding it? gord hasn't cared about that for a while, and they frequently cuddle when benr is bigger and/or non human shaped. what's going on??

there's light showing from under the door. it's teal and pink.

something is wrong, and it has to do with that SV.

gord sits in the hallway outside the door, and thinks. teal can be healing, surprise, and hunger. benr clearly isn't surprised, he's distressed. and he's not healing anything. that leaves hunger, but that doesn't make much sense either. pink is generally affection, love. ...hunger-love?? the problem is, of course, that sometimes the combinations have nothing to do with the sole colors--but they sometimes do, so gords at a loss.

he wasn't going to contact tom, he really wasn't, but whatever this is was causing benr a great deal of stress and gord needs to know what's going on.

he texts tom.

g: hey can you help me with a SV thing? it's urgent, something is wrong

t: oh no! :( what's up??

g: benr won't come out of the guest room and is really distressed. the last time I saw him was a lot of negative SV and some love SV??? but mostly it was teal to pink, and idk what that is. there is more of it now, I'm sure it has something to do with what's going on

t: :( you know what teal can mean and what pink is?

g: yeah, the only thing I could think for that was hunger-love, but that doesn't make sense?

t: benr...has some nonhuman instinct, mr freman! you know that one line in where the wild things are, about love?

g: no?

t: 'ill eat you whole, I love you so'

g: ...tom does benr want to eat me

t: because he loves you!

g: then why not just talk to me about it?? why is he avoiding me?

t: have you noticed him looking at you strangely, or not quite being there?

g: yeah, and that's..related?

t: well! benr is also a big apex predator in his ecosystem! so hes got a prey drive. those two instincts, kinda, link up? and it's hard to avoid wanting to hunt the longer he doesn't act on the teal to pink!

gord paused a moment, putting a few pieces together. the guilty and stressed SV, the fear SV that must be fear of rejection, the love SV...

g: so. benr wants to eat me, lovingly, but because he doesn't want to scare me, he's been avoiding telling me. but now he wants to...hunt...me, so he's avoiding me so he can't?

t: that sounds about right, mr freman! :( he's probably really upset right now

g: yeah, thanks tom. I'm gonna to try to talk to him about it

t: good luck! :)

g: thanks

he put down his phone. okay. right. his boyf wanted to eat and hunt him. okay. that's a normal thing to deal with.

he takes a breath.

maybe, he should uh, take a bit and process, so he's level headed when talking to benr. yeah. that sounds good.

it's getting into late evening, when gord feels okay enough to try to talk with benr.

hes got a bit of a plan: he realizes that benr probably won't feel better until he's eaten gord, which is somewhat upsetting, but he also understands that it's meant well. 'ill eat you whole, I love you so'. it's only bc benr cares for him so much that this has happened; both the teal to pink in the first place, and the avoidance bc benr didn't want to scare him. so gord dresses in comfortable clothes, sweatpants and a soft sleep tee, and goes to the guestroom door fully prepared (as much as one can be) to get eaten sometime this evening. he's hoping he'll be able to calm benr down enough to convince him that it's ok for him to eat gord, that gord loves him, even if he's nervous about getting ate.

he opens the door, and all those thoughts fly out of his head. yeah, he's not going to have to talk at all, huh. fuck.

he waited too long to talk to benr, he realizes. and now benrs all instincts and gords going to get eaten whether he wants to or not.

gord open the door, and sees this: benr is sized up quite a bit. he's on the other side of the room, across the bed, with his upper body resting on it. the moment he registers the sound and movement, he's snapped his eyes toward gord, feral and dilated, and raised himself on his hands. his mouth opens just a touch, and gord knows it's so benr can get his scent better. he's starting to tense, like he's going to pounce.

gords mind is going at the speed of fucking light. he's going to get eaten, but if he doesn't do something, he's going to get lunged at, and he knows he's not going to be able to help running, not that it would help. just make it more terrifying, really.

but gord likes watching nature docs, and some information inserts itself to the front of his brain. predators don't like expending energy if they can help it. if prey is moving toward them, presumably unware of the predator, they'll wait to pounce until the prey startles, as to save as much energy as possible, with a shorter chase and jump.

if he moves calmly *toward* benr, and makes no sudden movements that could set off a pounce, he might get close enough to be able to-able to-to *feed* himself to benr, with no lunging, pouncing, tackling, or chasing involved. god, he hopes this will work.

only about a second and a half out from benr spotting him, he takes a step forward. benr remains focused and tense, but seems to be holding, thank fuck. okay, freman, let's do this.

he starts taking slow steps forward, but trying to look confident enough that benr won't think he's gonna spook and try to catch him. he's not looking benr in the eyes, and after a few steps starts softly speaking

'hey hey, we're good, we're chill, bud. you just keep riiiiight there, no need to pounce, I'm coming to you, you can stay there, it's okay big guy, we're chill...'

he continues forward, and benr slightly lowers his stance, as if ready to lunge, and gord feels his heart leap into his throat; but he's determined, and doesn't let himself falter in his movement. he's rewarded by benr now holding still in the new position, ready to lunge at him when he runs. gord isn't planning on letting that happen.

he approaches the edge of the queen size bed, and carefully pulls himself up, staying low on all fours and getting closer to benr, whose jaws have opened wider to catch gords scent, and catch gord.

'...yeah, that's it, easy, easy, you're doing great, just stay there, no lunging necessary, I'm coming, I'm coming, we're good, we're chill, it's okay, this is good...'

gord can't fucking believe he's doing this, or that it's actually working. christ. okay. he's getting real close, now, he needs to initiate this, being eaten, without being pinned and held down while it happens. the last time he was pinned he lost a hand, and if he's pinned now after all this effort, he's--well, he's probably going to cry, honestly.

he keeps approaching, and benrs pupils get larger, and he's a bit lower, and his mouth is opening more--gord can use this.

he raises himself slightly on his knees, keeping his movement steady, and his core burns a little with the effort of staying low and raising his arms simultaneously. he looks nervously at the fangs--which he notices are dulled, huh--and gently rests his forearms partly in benrs maw.

he waits, breath shaky, to see what will happen. he glances at benrs face and it seems he's stalled, a bit, instincts a bit confused about how he's got his prey but didn't actually catch it. some of the aggression in his stance is gone, too.

he seems to figure it out, though, bc only after a couple seconds, benrs jaws close firmly just under his elbows, and while gord knows there was no way he could escape anyway, it feels a lot more real and final with benr holding a bite.

but, gord notes, it doesn't hurt. won't bruise, even. just firm enough to hold him. he's been very nervous this whole encounter, but paradoxically he feels a bit more assured that he's going to be safe, now. benr may be under a hunting instinct at the moment, but he's clearly not aiming to hurt gord, so he's mostly confirmed that tom was right-the eating is affectionate, just intertwined with the prey drive.

still doesn't mean he's not scared, though.

benr opens his jaws just enough to draw him in deeper, and he feels the bed dip as benr climbs up and kneels on it. his hands come up, now unneeded to support him, and instead grip gords body.

gord breathes sharply at getting held, the grip not painful but firm, and after a moment relaxes and leans his weight into benrs hands. the effort of holding himself in that position was starting to hurt, so the support is appreciated, even if that wasn't benrs motivation.

he stays still, as benr continues swallowing. once his head is his mouth, teeth on his neck, he feels benr lift him off the bed and settle himself more upright while kneeling, getting a better angle to get gord down. gord just does his best to breathe through the instinctive panic, trying to assure himself that tom knew what he was talking about, and that benr hadnt hurt him, and that he was going to be ok.

it was hard to do when benr wasn't really acknowledging him, and gord really hoped that if they did this again that benr would be all there, and be able to reassure gord with touch and purrs and such that gord wasn't just prey. that benr was paying him mind, and that his fear mattered. right now, mostly down the throat of something that seemingly wanted only to hunt him, he was scared, even if it was benr.

the muscles of benrs throat pushed him down, and in a very short but also very long time, he was fully in benrs stomach.

gord breathed a sigh of relief. whatever happened next, he wouldn't be in danger of triggering a chase, anymore; he was fully caught.

at that, he started observing his new environment. it was soft, very very soft, plush. it was warm, and a touch humid. there was a bit of thick liquid, but it seemed to be SV. he could see a little bit, with the SVs glow, though it seemed the walls glowed some, too. he wasn't surprised to see the colors were teal and pink.

he felt benr move, lying on his side, and when gord shifted with the movement, benr rumbled with a deep purr. gord settled, and felt the walls collapse around him, not tight or even very firm, just...cradling him. he felt benrs arms come up and hug his belly, and therefore gord, and gord relaxed a bit more. boyfriend hugs were familiar, even if the rest of this wasn't.

he felt benr settle around him, his purr becoming softer. after just a few minutes, gord could tell that he'd fallen asleep.

gord was pretty exhausted, himself, actually. sleep sounded like a good way to wait out benr coming back to himself. hopefully it wouldn't take too long. and hopefully with some communication they could avoid this particular situation happening again.

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it's very niche and specific, but like, it's like that sometimes,,

sometimes u just want fearplay but not the standard chasing kind, the tense and suspense can be fun :)

VERY VERY GOOD YES

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is xiphoid

we've talked about feral benr, but what about feral *gord* noms?

benr and gord get up, and gord is being...weirdly silent in some ways and noisy in others? he's not talking at all, unusual even for sleepy morning gord, and he's making soft whines and confused noises and huffs. he's also been standing in the kitchen for five minutes, doing nothing.

[gord wakes up next to his mate, and it's good and nice and soft. they get up, and go to the...food area. but. how get...? it's escaping him, and he huffs, frustrated]

benr walks around gord and fixes them some cereal, bc it seems like gords having a bit of trouble. maybe bad brain day, disassociation? gord still hasn't talked, and it's worrying him.

he sets the cereal on the table in front of gord, who he has pushed into sitting in a chair. at which point gord totally ignores the spoon, and picks up the bowl and eating like that. which is something benr does, but defo not something his boyfriend generally does. time to call tomy.

they figure out after some talking and benr interacting with gord more, that the human is running on mostly instinct right now, and tomy hangs up the call saying that he'll look into what happened, but benr needs to stay and watch gord.

benr goes into the living room, making sure gord follows him. they settle down on the couch, gord cuddling up to him and relaxing. benr figures it'll be pretty chill.

a few hours later, when the city is doing construction on their street, he having a harder time. gord is just as nervous as he ever was, but now he's got no context for what needs a nervous reaction, and to say he's doing badly is an understatement.

[his wonderful mate figures out the mystery of the food, and they eat. then they're going-? oh! cuddle time. okay!

mate is warm-safe. sleep maybe? hmm.

?!?!??? danger loud-noise!? (disjointed flashes of similar sounds of metal clanging, sawing, creaking, pain! fear! scared! gray and black and blood, tired, confused-!!) these are dangerous sounds why are they here?!

he curls into his mate more. very good safe good mate makes himself bigger, good for danger. gords not sure why they aren't running or hiding or fighting, but mate is calm? he stays clinging to him, curling closer at every sound. he whines. noise bad!]

gord seemed to calm down some when he sized up, so he does it a bit more and pulls him into his lap. he's figured out that those noises probably sound a little too close to blckmsa, and are triggering a fear response. but besides just cuddling gord, he's not sure what to do.

his protection instinct is clamoring inside him to swallow his scared mate, but he hasn't brought the idea up to gord yet, and on earth, he knows that eating things means death. gords running on instinct atm, not only will he be scared, benr won't even be able to explain that it's safe. there's another clang, and benr holds tighter, feeling as gord flinches and pushes his face into benrs belly. he purrs, trying to soothe the fear.

[bad noise bad not safe! hide hide hide...

the noise is quieter again. he pushes his face into his mate. his mates purr is nice, and...so are the sounds of his body. he calms a bit more, turning his ear to the soft gurgles and breath and heartbeat.

mate...safe. protection. good noises inside. inside...can't be seen. hide. inside...good and safe?]

gord moves a bit, and is...pawing and nuzzling at his stomach? he looks up at benr and when benr gives him a blank look he whines. he does this a little longer, but when benr doesn't do anything but hold him and rub his back, he settles down again with a clearly disappointed huff.

he wants *something* but benr cannot fathom what it was he was trying to do. he mentally shrugs, and things are okay-ish, but the moment the sound gets loud again, gord is flinching and doing the thing again. it's like he wants in? benrs heart wants to jump to that conclusion, but. it's unlikely, right?

[gord is trying so hard to figure this out. inside *good* and *safe*. how to get inside?

a neuron connects.

*mouth* goes to *inside*. he's suddenly confused, that's eating. getting eaten bad. but inside good? mate is safe, he decides. weirder than others, can do weird things.

loud noise!! he flinches again, and the deliberation is over. mate SAFE, inside GOOD, mouth goes to INSIDE, mouth NOW.]

gord flinches at the noise, but this time he's scrambling up benrs body like he's fleeing. shit, not good! benr brings his arms up to scoop gord up before he can run off somewhere, but as his arms connect, gord stops, kneeling on his chest, and then--grabbing??? pawing?? at his mouth????

when benr stays still, gord whines loudly and nuzzles at benrs lips and jaw.

[want IN want IN let me IN]

he can't possibly be right about what gord is after but...he tentatively open his mouth.

and is extremely quick to dull his teeth as gord sticks his hand and stump in and pushes it open further, shoving his arms deeper and making a distressed sound when another clang happens outside. benr finally gives into his protective instinct--for whatever reason, gord seems to be on the same page despite reading a different book right now, and if getting inside is what he's after, benrs not about to stop him.

he tugs gords arms further inside with his tongue and swallows, pulling the first part of them into his throat. gord makes a relieved sound, and ducks his head, trying to nearly crawl in. benr gently picks him up and guides him further in, each swallow seeming to relax gord a bit more. by the time benr is getting the last of him down, he's nearly limp. he feels gord slip completely into his stomach and shift around as he curls up. benr can't help but purr strongly, this is good, this is perfect.

[this is good, this is perfect. mate safe and warm and soft. it's dark but safe-hiding dark, and he can't hear the loud bad sounds, anymore. he can hear his mates heartbeat, his breath. the soft noises of his body. his purr, rumbling through gord.

he relaxes and nuzzles into the wall, making pleased hums to try to compliment and mimic his mates good sound. safe safe safe.]

benr feels as gord relaxes, nuzzling and...trying to purr? fuck, that's adorable. he kneads at him, curling tight around him. benr will keep him safe.

ohhhh man, now there's an idea i haven't seen! maybe "running on pure instinct" gordn goes to the "inside ben = safe" conclusion because this is another voredon scenario. safe vore'd been a calm down fantasy for him for a while, and that's still the case for when his brain goes temp feral. and scared feral brain got rid of any inhibitions he had about asking ben for irl safe noms that he was too embarrassed to ask about before, ha ha. but oh, man, how's gordn gonna react if he comes back to his normal sense while still in there? :P

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I like the idea that after several days of staying in benrs tum, gord now heavily associates it with safety and where he should be especially when sleeping.

so maybe the team stopped for the night by some food, and benr lets gord out to eat and drink, and they all end up chatting and having some fun for once, for a few hours.

enough that gord starts to get really tired, but like, he doesn't want to stop the party train, y'know? so he just leans on benr more and more. until hes basically sideways in benrs lap, mostly asleep.

he's got his arms hooked around benr in an awkward hug, pulling him as close as possible, face nuzzling into his belly, ear turned to try to hear the sounds.

benr notices, of course, and after a bit he lets the others keep on talking as he runs his fingers through gords hair, and 'oh? is someone a sleepyboy? gord napman? wanna be cozy??'

and he's totally unprepared when gord turns his face up and nods into his chest, and says 'm tired, lemme in'

at this point the team notices the shock on benrs face (this is the first time gord has *asked* to be let in!! he's been allowing it but resigned about it, only going in when prompted! but now he's asking?!) and they quietly wander off to give the two a bit of privacy.

and benr responds '...whuh?'

to which an increasingly cuddly gord says, face nuzzled into benrs neck, 'warm. cozy. safe.'

at which point benr is melting. he says 'mm right. cool, good' and starts to open his mouth. and gord? is more relaxed than benrs ever felt. he's not been like, struggling or anything, before, but this? this is some goddamn trust up in here.

the moment his mouth his wide enough, gord is laying his head in it. cheek resting on tongue and neck resting on teeth, and makes a content noise. benr feels like he might cry, but in a good way??

he carefully swallows him, and gord curls up, and is asleep. well, more asleep, anyway--he was barely conscious during this entire encounter, otherwise he wouldn't have been near as forward and open.

benr doesn't care tho. he knows gord trusts him, now, to a wild extent. and he called him *safe*.

he's purring when he falls asleep.

gord may or may not feel a lil embarrassed when he wakes up later and remembers what he did while sleep-addled... but he doesn't deny what he said about feeling safe with benb now.

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hey yo it's xiphoid from the discord. anyway vore scenarios, uh, fuckin love the pred puts prey in mouth to protect them from outside danger, danger passes but now the prey, still maybe a bit freaked out from the danger, is nervous to *leave* the preds mouth bc Here Is Safe and Outside Is Not.

so like, maybe gord and benr are trapped on xen or smthg, and they're both fighting some creatures and benr has his hands full w fighting smthg but sees that oh no, gords about to get got by smthg.

and maybe gord is out of ammo or lost his weapon and is just slowly backing up as this thing advances on him. then he feels--breath? behind him? and then is pulled backward by smthg warm and wet.

and the creature fuckin lunges, too stupid to be afraid of being near benr. and gord sees the lunge and flinches but instead of getting mauled, a line of very sharp teeth snaps between him and the creature, and he's fine.

and hes been fighting a while, and is exhausted, and he's really realizing how fuckin Dangerous xen is for him.

meanwhile benr is like, crushing the creature that tried to kill gord, and kicking some ass, and gets away to where it's kinda safe and is like, oh shit, gords like...not even moving. wouldn't he be panicking?? benr did not exactly explain himself before doing it.

but he opens his mouth to like, take gord out and gord straight up backs up and dodges his hand. he's not going anywhere no siree, he's staying right fuckin here where he's not in danger of being attacked yet again. He realizes the irony of feeling safe in a giants mouth but like. He could not care less as long as he can stay and like, sleep for a week.

and benrs like. ??????? ok?? but if ur staying u might as well go all the way in, s'more comfy. and he swallows him and they chill.

alternate: gord was hurt from an attack during the fight and benr needs to get him out of his mouth to check him over, but like ends up having to slowly convince gord that it's safe enough to come out at the moment.

after they determine he's mostly fine but could use some healing, benr suggests teal green bath inside and gords like Fuck Yes, Xen Sucks But Insides Good.

then like, when they're off xen maybe it becomes a more chill thing they do

he does freak out some when first snapped up, but calms down when noticing benb's making a point to gently hold him in place between his tongue and palate.

tho he does wonder why "put human in mouth" was benb's apparent first fucking impulse when it came to getting him to safety.

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hhhh ur last post is makin me think of a Time Travel au, which I love

cute after-antarctica established fr*nrey gets transported via shenanigans to when shit first started going down in antarctica, giving the base two gords and a stranger *during a bodysnatcher attack*-- but they're both??? the real gord??? meanwhile--where in fuck did that stranger go...

cue future-benr meeting up with past-benr, which maybe in this 'verse is A Lot More Injured, and therefore thinking of killing The Entire Base. future-benr gotta convince him to chill out--and maybe gives some body mass as help and goodwill, to which past-benr, having never received that, is like, *????????????!!!!!!??!?!*

in the camp, future-gord is trying to explain he's from the future, trying to figure out whys they're here (and can his benr communicate that it's so this benr doesn't kill everyone?? maybe if they get close enough, but then there's a chance of one of the benrs getting caught and torched.... Potential Angst Galore) also past-gord is very sus and trying to figure out why the future him is so fucking chill about a bodysnatcher--oh, he's *acting* concerned, but past-gord can tell it's an act, so what the fuck

(future-gord has *complete confidence* in his benr, and that everyone will be protected. it's honestly adorable)

maybe somehow past-benr and future-gord meet and gords like, awww, it's ok bud I won't hurt u <3, and benrs like what the hell my future self was right, he's?? good?? and now wants to go befriend his timelines gord...but *how*??? this timelines gord hasn't been hurt, so he can't heal him for trust...

(will be continued in next ask)

(continued) cue past-benr and future-gord creating a Plan to trap past-gord (who's been very very sus and therefore hard to corner) and trying to explain the *actual situation*, and why benrs, cool, actually. maybe for muffling and containment purposes, future-gord suggests past-benr vore past-gord--and maybe joins past-gord inside to explain, once the initial panic has worn off. big rush of Trust for past-benr, for sure--and a good demonstration of Not Getting Hurt by benr even when he's obvs got the Opportunity, for past-gord. meanwhile science team has been being distracted by future-benr pulling shenanigans to make sure that his gord and his past self aren't disturbed (again, good potential Angst if in these attempts he gets hurt *on purpose*, breaking off pieces of himself specifically to get attacked, running low on bio mass...his gord is gonna be so upset and distressed!) now that both gords are on board with the benr-is-good thing, they've gotta decide What To Do about it all, hmm. and try to meet up with future-benr,,,who is now injured pretty badly. bonus points if this involves a scene where future-gord has to physically-ass rescue his benr in front of some or all of the science team...the Drama omg not Entirely sure how it gets solved from there--maybe copious explaining and more blood tests to be sure the gords aren't faking. future-fr*nrey is super fucking cuddly with each other, and their past selves are curious about each other, but still working it out. they do mostly trust each other tho, so past-gord is still pretty protective of his benr--a very new feeling for past benr maybe now that everyone knows the situation and the Main Plot is over, there's just fun Shenanigans the rest of the time until they figure out a way back. (maybe is was g-man who sent them, to make sure that timelines tom didn't die??) I'm imagining various members of the team finding the Futures swallowing each other and going ???!?! and also the Pasts figuring themselves out, maybe trust exercise vore. also a fun idea is if benrs can like, merge their biomass (like they're still separate minds, but technically their DNA is Same so it's compatible) and getting both gords inside for Maximum Comfy Boyfriend Time (...maybe while part of themselves are in their respective gords...vore-ception) they Obvs find a way to keep in touch after tho :) anyway I love time travel aus so this popped into my head fully goddamn formed so I need to share thank u for providing this fun experience tho and for letting me play in ur sandbox

this sandbox is open to the public, build all the idea sandcastles u want bro 👍