✮CONTINUITY, WHAT'S THAT?✮

✪ just another silly HLVRAI AU blog where the Science Team are turned into kids due potion mishap :) ✪ NSFW BLOGS PLEASE DON'T INTERACT ✪

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MAY WE GET A CRUMB OF BOOMER IN THEIR PRIME?

Nothing says "I love you" more than sneaking into your partner's lab (where they were made) and stealing top-secret documents in order to give them perfect prescription glasses.

They're in their 30's <3

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Why do you think Bubby's so obsessed with space?

Listen. For the past, what? Thirty years of Bubby's entire life, they've only known not only the circular encasing that was their tube but the labatory room where they were created and are currently being studied. (Hell, aside from a professor, call them an interior designer or architect.) They know everything—every measurement, every minute detail of the room—off the top of their heads.

With that being said, as a young child, although they understood the concept of space, thanks to the knowledge they were pumping into them, they didn't want to believe it. They considered space to be similar to that of a fairy tale, as they're stubborn and have only been subjected to Black Mesa and what it has to offer. Sort of like object permanence, since Bubby can't see space, even though it's constantly present, they don't believe in its presence.

So whenever Bubby fell in love with Coomer and Coomer busted them out of their tube to go sit on the top balcony roof of Black Mesa to see the stars, it struck a chord with them. Not only was space real and beautiful, it showed them that there was more to life than this shitty laboratory; they didn't have to be confined and restricted to such a small space.

TLDR; Bubby adores space for a multitude of reasons. It not only makes them think of a special time they had with their future husband, but it also gives them comfort. In contrast to being confined to a very stuffy tube that regrettably doesn't grow as they get older, space itself is constantly growing allowing for a multitude of ideas and possibilities.

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can we get a cute imteraction between the two kiddos: bubby amd coomer

The group was taking a break in a nearby hallway, not because they needed it, but because Gordon did. Just in the previous room, the theoretical physicist spent a continuous twenty minutes trying to wrangle them from a pack of predatory aliens known as bull-squids who wanted to ride or pet them. (With Coomer and Tommy being the main culprits in both categories.)

Thankfully, no one was seriously hurt, only minor scratches here and there that a brightly colored bandaid covered entirely in cartoonish dinosaurs couldn't fix; Gordon, on the other hand, wasn't so lucky. He had a nasty gash on one of his legs that had ripped through the Hazardous suit and straight into his leg. While he did stop the bleeding by ripping off a nearby lab coat sleeve and using it as a tourniquet, he didn't mind the kids putting on multiple bandages and graciously thanking them for delivering outstanding medical care.

So here they were.

While Gordon sat with his back against the pale, discolored wall, legs crossed, listening to Tommy's countless retellings of the numerous OSHA guidelines and violations, with Benrey slowly drifting off to sleep on their lap, Coomer and Bubby sat on the other side of the hallway, a few inches away.

The mussed blue-haired child is scribbling furiously on the back of a research paper lying around with highlighter they've stolen from the body of a scientist lying around. They're so absorbed in their work that their gaze never leaves the page, as their tongue peeks out from underneath their top lip. Because of the amount of pressure they apply while coloring, they send tremors throughout their tiny frame with every movement, causing their glasses become displaced ever so slightly. They don't bother readjusting their now-oversized glasses until they're almost about to fall off their small face, at which point they'll raise their forearm to push them back into place, though they usually end up crooked.

Whereas Coomer doesn't mind reaching over and readjusting Bubby's glasses from time to time, making sure to do so quickly as not to block their view.

Coomer was the boy who sat next to Bubby, his legs close to his chest and his head resting on top of his knees. The kid had robotic limbs, which made him quite interesting. Bubby, of course, had heard about it before, as he overheard two researchers discussing a project involving "extendo-limbs," though they couldn't have predicted that the robotics department would finish their project so quickly. It seemed like they were going to get funding just a few days ago.

"So, what'cha drawing?" Coomer asks, tucking a stray strand of hair behind their ear. "Space." They mutter quickly, afraid of losing concentration if they linger on the subject for more sentences, never taking their gaze away from their paper. Coomer makes a content sound before reaching over and picking up a highlighter to inspect. He held the office supply in front of him, slightly rotating it.

"So do you like space?"

Of course, Bubby adores space! It's vast and infinite in comparison to the stupid tube they're always in, even in the stupider research room. They know the place like the back of their hands. They know how many fluorescent lights are in the ceiling, who enters and exits through which doors. Hell! They know everyone's coffee preferences simply by observing. But space is different; it is constantly changing and expanding; no star is ever the same; new ones are formed and destroyed every millisecond.

"Yup." They answer flatly once again.

Coomer tilts his head, "So have you ever visited space?"

Their hand jerked for a split second as they couldn't help but snicker at Coomer's question. Of course, they haven't been to space! They've been trapped in a tube, for God's sake! In fact, while they despise Gordon for dragging them through the alien-infested facility, this has to be the longest time they've been out of their confinement. But there have been times when they were in their tube or undergoing additional medical tests that they allowed their minds to wander and imagine themselves in space. It usually helps clear their mind.

"I'm assuming no. Do you want to go to space?" he asks, putting down the highlighter and facing Bubby. This time, Bubby comes to a complete halt, dropping the highlighter in their hand before staring at Coomer, completely baffled. "What?"

"Would you like to go to space?" He reached over once more to adjust Bubby's glasses. "Of course, not right now, but maybe after we get out!"

They appreciate his ethusiasm, but they beg to differ.

"How? It's impossible."

"Well!" Coomer says with a toothy grin. "I don't believe it's impossible! Just look at what we've been through!"

He got a point. Now that they think about it, stealing one of Black Mesa's most valuable rockets should be easier than ever.

Coomer's hand suddenly moves to Bubby's, laying feebly on top of it. "So, what do you think? Would you like to go to space together?" Bubby couldn't help but smile.

"Heh, sure."

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can we get a cute imteraction between the two kiddos: bubby amd coomer

The group was taking a break in a nearby hallway, not because they needed it, but because Gordon did. Just in the previous room, the theoretical physicist spent a continuous twenty minutes trying to wrangle them from a pack of predatory aliens known as bull-squids who wanted to ride or pet them. (With Coomer and Tommy being the main culprits in both categories.)

Thankfully, no one was seriously hurt, only minor scratches here and there that a brightly colored bandaid covered entirely in cartoonish dinosaurs couldn't fix; Gordon, on the other hand, wasn't so lucky. He had a nasty gash on one of his legs that had ripped through the Hazardous suit and straight into his leg. While he did stop the bleeding by ripping off a nearby lab coat sleeve and using it as a tourniquet, he didn't mind the kids putting on multiple bandages and graciously thanking them for delivering outstanding medical care.

So here they were.

While Gordon sat with his back against the pale, discolored wall, legs crossed, listening to Tommy's countless retellings of the numerous OSHA guidelines and violations, with Benrey slowly drifting off to sleep on their lap, Coomer and Bubby sat on the other side of the hallway, a few inches away.

The mussed blue-haired child is scribbling furiously on the back of a research paper lying around with highlighter they've stolen from the body of a scientist lying around. They're so absorbed in their work that their gaze never leaves the page, as their tongue peeks out from underneath their top lip. Because of the amount of pressure they apply while coloring, they send tremors throughout their tiny frame with every movement, causing their glasses become displaced ever so slightly. They don't bother readjusting their now-oversized glasses until they're almost about to fall off their small face, at which point they'll raise their forearm to push them back into place, though they usually end up crooked.

Whereas Coomer doesn't mind reaching over and readjusting Bubby's glasses from time to time, making sure to do so quickly as not to block their view.

Coomer was the boy who sat next to Bubby, his legs close to his chest and his head resting on top of his knees. The kid had robotic limbs, which made him quite interesting. Bubby, of course, had heard about it before, as he overheard two researchers discussing a project involving "extendo-limbs," though they couldn't have predicted that the robotics department would finish their project so quickly. It seemed like they were going to get funding just a few days ago.

"So, what'cha drawing?" Coomer asks, tucking a stray strand of hair behind their ear. "Space." They mutter quickly, afraid of losing concentration if they linger on the subject for more sentences, never taking their gaze away from their paper. Coomer makes a content sound before reaching over and picking up a highlighter to inspect. He held the office supply in front of him, slightly rotating it.

"So do you like space?"

Of course, Bubby adores space! It's vast and infinite in comparison to the stupid tube they're always in, even in the stupider research room. They know the place like the back of their hands. They know how many fluorescent lights are in the ceiling, who enters and exits through which doors. Hell! They know everyone's coffee preferences simply by observing. But space is different; it is constantly changing and expanding; no star is ever the same; new ones are formed and destroyed every millisecond.

"Yup." They answer flatly once again.

Coomer tilts his head, "So have you ever visited space?"

Their hand jerked for a split second as they couldn't help but snicker at Coomer's question. Of course, they haven't been to space! They've been trapped in a tube, for God's sake! In fact, while they despise Gordon for dragging them through the alien-infested facility, this has to be the longest time they've been out of their confinement. But there have been times when they were in their tube or undergoing additional medical tests that they allowed their minds to wander and imagine themselves in space. It usually helps clear their mind.

"I'm assuming no. Do you want to go to space?" he asks, putting down the highlighter and facing Bubby. This time, Bubby comes to a complete halt, dropping the highlighter in their hand before staring at Coomer, completely baffled. "What?"

"Would you like to go to space?" He reached over once more to adjust Bubby's glasses. "Of course, not right now, but maybe after we get out!"

They appreciate his ethusiasm, but they beg to differ.

"How? It's impossible."

"Well!" Coomer says with a toothy grin. "I don't believe it's impossible! Just look at what we've been through!"

He got a point. Now that they think about it, stealing one of Black Mesa's most valuable rockets should be easier than ever.

Coomer's hand suddenly moves to Bubby's, laying feebly on top of it. "So, what do you think? Would you like to go to space together?" Bubby couldn't help but smile.

"Heh, sure."

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How much damage can baby Benrey’s eggshell do if thrown?

Because Benrey's eggshell is impenetrable to anything but themselves, it's safe to say that if someone or something were to throw them, it would cause unfathomable damage.

It just depends on the speed and the velocity!

Benrey gently thrown in someone's face? They are almost weightless and have the feel of a pillow! Flinging them? Someone is going to have broken bones as a result of that...

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a cute funny idea for your kid!Gordon AU! A headcrab he befriends doesn't know that humans need to rest, so whenever Gords' taking a nap, the headcrab is internally freaking out because he thinks he's dead.

Someone better please go explain what's going on to that poor creature, or God help me.

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a cute funny idea for your kid!Gordon AU! A headcrab he befriends doesn't know that humans need to rest, so whenever Gords' taking a nap, the headcrab is internally freaking out because he thinks he's dead.

Someone better please go explain what's going on to that poor creature, or God help me.

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no doubt that 4 year old Gordon would feed pizza to the stray aliens

Listen, not only is pizza absolutely delicious, but it's also a better alternative for aliens to snack on rather than human flesh...

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how do coomer and bubs know tommy and sunkist?

The two are familiar with Tommy and Sunkist because they frequently see them roaming around the facility unsupervised, usually in restricted areas that neither Bubby nor Coomer have access to.

G-Man was constantly on the go and didn't want to bore Tommy by taking them to business meeting after business meeting (hence why they created Sunkist). Additionally, they give both of them free reign of the facility, effectively turning Black Mesa into their playground. There was nothing the security guards or scientists could do to stop them; they knew who Tommy's dad was and knew that if they even threatened to touch a single hair on Tommy's head, they would be dealt with.

Though Coomer and Bubby appeared to have missed the memo, when they first met Tommy, Coomer assumed they were just another kid who got lost on a field trip. Bubby, on the other hand, assumed Tommy was some researcher's snobbish child. After learning the truth about Tommy and their always-busy father, Coomer decided to keep an eye on them, or at the very least keep them company, as no scientist seemed to be interested in their antics. (Including Bubby)

But Coomer was able to persuade them. ;)

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ok the last ask got me thinking! how would a 30 something year old Coomer react to preschooler Feetman? (the potion affect everyone differently)

There's no doubt that Coomer would become protective and caring of the little tyke, despite not knowing who he is or where he came from. (Hell, the same could be applied to that Tommy kid and their dog, which both he and Bubby are keeping an eye on.)

First and foremost, get that kid out of that haphazard suit he's currently cocooning in. Is he aware of how the kid obtained an H.E.V. suit? Absolutely not. But based on his quiet sniffles and hiccups, he knows it's not a comfortable place to be in right now.

He doesn't, however, immediately pull Gordon out. Instead, he extends his hand, gently placing it within the suit's neck opening, leaving it to him to decide whether or not to come out. A small finger latches onto one of Coomer's, alerting him to gently guide the kid out of the suit. When he comes out, he's met by a teary-eyed, wide-eyed child no older than five. It doesn't help Coomer's heartstrings that his glasses magnify his sad puppy eyes...

From then on, he scoops Gordon into his arms, wiping away any remaining tears or stray hairs while asking him questions; in which, he does not receive any sort of answer. He laughs lightly, apologizing for not introducing himself earlier. He then introduces himself before jokingly introducing Bubby, as always being grumpy. This results in Gordon giggling (a win) and Bubby giving Coomer a disgruntled scrowl (another win), but nothing else.

Gordon doesn't introduces himself, nor does he answer any of Coomer's previous questions...

Coomer sighs. He isn't mad or annoyed; he completely understands. Gordon will answer when he's ready.

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MAY WE GET A CRUMB OF BOOMER IN THEIR PRIME?

Nothing says "I love you" more than sneaking into your partner's lab (where they were made) and stealing top-secret documents in order to give them perfect prescription glasses.

They're in their 30's <3

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how would gordon and benry reaction to them being friends/imaginary friends

Benrey would probably say something nonchalant about the situation like, "Oh yeah. heh. I remember that. Good times..."

Meanwhile, Gordon, on the other hand, is trying to retain his composure. Restraining himself from yelling and possibly choking Benrey, as Joshua is present.

He just has a lot of emotion regarding this situation.

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Just coming in to say thank you for being my one constant reminder of my love for these funky characters from a G-Mod improv rp!

I have a fun question: nap time with the kid!Science team (including kid!Gordon cuz why not) how do they all sleep? I'd imagine Kid!Benrey sleeping in a nest made of an object or two from the other science team members

Oh no problem-o, lmao! These funky little characters and my silly AU have been constantly rattling in my skull like a single marble.

Also, I'm really glad you and others like my silly AU as well! :))

Gordon sleeps in a curled-up position, whether he's lying down or being carried; he just has the habit of curling up into a little ball. Not to mention his habit of always holding onto something while sleeping, such as a typical stuff animal, though this can easily be replicated if one isn't available. (For example, with a bag of chips, someone's hand, his own glasses, or a very small headcrab.)

He just wants to ensure that someone or something's always there with him. :))

Bubby's a restless sleeper who would constantly shift in their sleep or simply sprawl out in unhuman ways. The tube certainly didn't provide much wiggle room, and God forbid it provided comfort. So they can finally stretch once they're out of the tube and no longer constrained by the once tight, suffocating glass walls. Though, from time to time, they'd unconsciously fall into the habit of sleeping exceedingly straight and tense.

On a brighter note, any blanket becomes a heated blanket thanks to the heat radiating from them.

Coomer is the most normal sleeper of all the Scientist Team most of the time. He's fast asleep in one place one moment, and the next? He managed to climb to the top of a vending machine while still sound asleep. It doesn't happen very often, but when it does, it throws everyone/anyone for a loop.

While asleep, he'll use one of his robotic limbs to hold onto Bubby's hand, no matter the distance. (Do not separate them.)

Tommy would always sleep with Sunkist, if she's present. While they will occasionally lie beside her or rest their head against her, Tommy prefers to sleep on top of Sunkist. Sunkist doesn't mind, and instead of sleeping, she'll often stay awake to ensure no harm comes their way. She will, however, fall asleep if the coast is clear and she feels safe.

Besides being another obvious pair, do not separate; if it's too bright, Tommy will lower their propeller hat over their eyes so it can be dark enough to sleep.

 Benrey, no matter if they're an egg with legs or a full-blown toddler constantly blowing Sweet-Voice bubbles into Gordon's face, they sleep the same way. Besides often taking materials from others and, DEFINITELY not asking first, proceeding to make a man-made "bed-nest," they're sort of like a cat. Before settling down, they would pat it down and even do a little spinning before settling down.

Similarly, when a cat is content, sometimes they even purr! Gordon should obviously know this since they used to be the "bestest of friends!" according to himself

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any thoughts on how bubby and coomer got together?

Coomer actually knew about Bubby before their initial encounters, which would be the occasional bumps in the hallways or in the break room. He knew about the experiment Bubby was a part of; where human and alien genes were merged together in an attempt to create some type of superhuman, but he had no idea that it was them.

It wasn't until the two were paired up to work on a project together that Coomer heard murmurs and muttering that confirmed: "Yup. "This was the infamous Bubby they were working with."

Despite the negative things Harold had heard about Bubby, whether it was how they are in general or what they've done, he was still open minded. (Hell, he was very interested in the entire project and wanted to know EVERYTHING about it.)

So thus began the small talk.

Of course, things didn't go well at first, with Coomer doing the majority of the talking and Bubby only replying with sneers and one-liners, and rarely with actual responses. However, as time passed, Bubby realized that Coomer was actually sincere, and not some fraud trying to earn their trust just to backstab them or do their bidding, to which they began to slowly but surely open up to him, eventually falling in love with him in the span of 30+ years.

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so Gords, how's it goimg babysitting your coworkers after a fucked up potion accidented cause by yours truly Benry

It's going GREAT anon.

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so Gords, how's it goimg babysitting your coworkers after a fucked up potion accidented cause by yours truly Benry

It's going GREAT anon.

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GOD YOUR BUBBY HEDCANONS/LORE IS ABSOLUTELY DESTROYING MEEEEE SOMEONE REALLY GIVE THAT KID A HUGGGGG

To make matters worse, their researchers are such hypocrites. Throughout the day, they'd be telling them off about how "they don't have time for their shengangians" and "could you stop folding important documents into paper planes and throwing them across the lab?" and reminding them about how much of a nuisance they are.

Only minutes later, from their tube, Bubby would overhear the exact researchers brag about their kid, how proud they are of them, and how after work they're going to get ice cream or whatnot; and thus began the endless spiral of questioning what made them so different.

...They ended up chalking it up to being a human-alien hybrid and being test-tube grown. OH, AN BEING ABLE TO SET THINGS ON FIRE.