#minus Divine...

[empty-dream]

That which heals all wounds and grudges, our glorious homeland. Manifest yourself. Lord Camelot • Now is a Fortress of Distant Ideals

[front-facing-pokemon]

[wolfsong-the-bloody-beast]

That Baldur's Gate 3 cover art with Astarion. But it's Sebille.

[paladin-of-nerd-fandom65]

“Key to Coexistence/Goodbye Old Friend”

“Who Will Know”

“Divine”

[hvly]

getou is like william afton to me

[dyavol]

[liroyalty]

She was given permission to act out, so she's ballin' in every verse.

[mirandawright]

🪶 Miranda Wright presents: A love letter. A glitch. A return.

🖤 The Thread Pulled Tight 🖤

Full circle, over a decade later

I don't even think you noticed... but today at lunch, for a split second, we were a perfect mirror.

Holding our sandwich in one hand, we both found a tiny piece of cucumber on our wrappers and ate it at exactly the same time, in the exact same way.

I held back a laugh because I thought it would sound stupid to tell you.

I guess it is...

But then later today— finding out it’s the anniversary of that Minus show... the one from 13 years ago...

The one we were both at, before we ever knew each other.

Now we’re sitting across from each other on the very same date. Together. On purpose.

You can run the numbers, but the fact that it fell on a Monday seems pretty sus.

Or maybe that's dumb too. Maybe I am just getting too excited over cucumbers and day numbers.

But it caught me off guard. It wasn’t planned. It never is.

The Current just... pulled us here.

And I guess if the thread has been tightening all this time— gently drawing us closer from every angle— then maybe it was always going to end up like this:

Side by side. Unaware we’d shared the same air for so long.

Unaware we’d shared the same air for so long

🕯️ Pulled by the Thread 🕯️ 🕯️ Returned to the Current 🕯️

[rizzlegukgak]

sorry i swear to god there are like. ten fantasy high fans who are also fans of dungeons and dragons. im so so tired of people like “if they do another season which is soooooo unlikely they should do *insert something that’s compelling from a purely storytelling perspective but throws away the whole fucking reason why the show is what it is here*” instead of just understanding what a dungeons and dragons campaign is and how the pacing of the show has developed for the previous three seasons.

WHEN they do a fourth season (which they will, because they have no reason not to. it’s dropouts most popular PRODUCT period end of sentence) it will be called senior year and it will be the bad kids (potentially minus fig, because emily axford has voiced her opinion that she would like to play another character in the world of spyre) saving the world one last time as their senior year capstone project. over the course of that season they will level up to level 20, because that’s the dream of every single dungeons and dragons campaign and this is their ONLY opportunity to show us level 20 characters in dungeons and dragons legitimately. and they’ve set themselves up perfectly by leveling up five times each season so they’ll be level 20 for the final fight. adaine will cast wish. gorgug will have three attacks and better artificer equipment. fabian will have better bard spells and a third attack also. riz gukgak will be practically immune to AOE damage. kristen will cast divine intervention and it’ll work on a 20 or less. ally’s gonna roll a one on the d100. it’s going to be incredible.

[maxx-the-queer]

I do enjoy the fact that each faction gives Rook a couple of unconventional familial figures.

Antivan Crow Rook gets the perpetually together-and-split-up Teia and Viago, whose love languages are bickering and poisons. Rook is Viago's favourite and he would never admit it to them, even if Teia is all too happy to expose his affection with her playful barbs.

Mourn Watch Rook gets Myrna and Vorgoth, the former of whom is akin to a college professor who found a baby in their science lab and the latter of whom is most definitely one of those mysterious executors from across the sea but it's fine because they're just Vorgoth and nobody questions it.

Shadow Dragon Rook gets T4T icons Tarquin and Ashur, a Templar who absolutely despises his job and the literal Black Divine, whose anti-slavery group is so full of queer people it may as well be a gay club. Same bickering energy as Teia and Viago, minus the poisoning and cyclical divorcing.

Grey Warden Rook gets Antoine and Evka, the most married wardens to ever exist. Antoine is the absolute sweetest man alive, and the only Orlesian allowed ever. Evka is incredibly competent and has everything under control. Their dates end with explosions. Everything is perfect.

Veil Jumper Rook gets Irelin and Strife. Strife is battling Viago for the grumpiest and meanest dad award. Irelin is clearly the golden child and favourite sibling and he makes that clear to Rook.

Lords of Fortune Rook gets Isabela and Rowan, a pirate turned allegedly somewhat ethical treasure hunter and Rivaini seer who regularly convenes with spirits. Neither of them are parents to Rook, they hold the most insane much older cousin energy though.

[blackjackkent]

More explorations through the parsed dialogue files. The nymph in Sharess's Caress (the one whose Fist client turns into a mind flayer) offers you a "moment of ecstasy" in return for saving her life - and apparently there are some character-specific dialog options for all of the origin characters (minus Lae'zel and plus Minsc) regarding their deepest desires. And I'm kinda having a lot of feelings about it.

Naoise Nallinto: The all-being. Here, there is no suffering. Here, you want for nothing. Here, you are anything. You have one word. Tell me: what will you be?

DARK_URGE: Sane. Naoise Nallinto: You are sane. Time dances on in sequence, the winding path of time evens, and becomes straight. With a quiet head, you can once again hear the song of the birds and the wind in the grass. You pluck a flower, and it does not bleed.

SHADOWHEART: Whole. Naoise Nallinto: You are whole. Within and without, free from expectation and the crushing burden of solitude.You are the entirety of you. Every path outward leads to adventures yet unknown. Every path inward leads to dreams eternally fulfilled.

ASTARION: Safe. Naoise Nallinto: You are safe. The winds of fate blow you to the warmest of hearths in the most cordial of inns. Your seething passions lead only to pleasure. The touch of the sun comforts your flesh, but never burns it.

KARLACH: Alive. Naoise Nallinto: You are alive. Your senses vibrate with sensation - smell, taste, touch, sound, sight. All alert to the beauty of now. The sound of your heart - your heart - beats a steady rhythm: Hello, hello, hello.

GALE: Wise. Naoise Nallinto: You are wise. The erudition of the ages flows through you and from you, illuminating the scholars who seek your counsel. You know yourself, for such is the beginning of all wisdom. When souls would drink the waters of learning, you are their font.

WYLL: Free. Naoise Nallinto: Then be free. You are an eagle, the most divine of messengers, soaring above the peak of Mount Sundabar. No man or woman, no devil or demon, no goddess or god dares confine you within one border or one creed.

MINSC: Minsc. Naoise Nallinto: Er - you are Minsc. You are the most Minsc. Wherever you go, there is only Minsc. Every step, every breath, every thought shall be - the Minsc-est. (DEVNOTE: Confused but making it work.)

[icaruspendragon]

Hey I just wanted to say thanks, because idk why this didn't just occur to me, but I've been missing "family" meals, the kind of meals I get to make for people and sit down with people I love since I came out and had to leave my house, and idk why but you posting about having family dinners with your friends where you host them made me realize that like, that's something I can still do. If I don't have the people who will invite me over to eat a meal anymore I can always be the person who invites others over myself and idk, I just wanted to say thanks

this warmed my heart in ways i don’t know how to describe.

family dinner started because i’d get some friends over on tuesdays to watch supernatural prequel the winchesters and i’d make them dinner for their troubles. i was feeding like five people max. but then the show ended and one of my friends got a new job and had to move an hour away so we moved it to the weekend so she could still come.

and then i realized that cooking is actually a form of self care for me (let’s not examine too closely how my self care is still taking care of others, it’s been discussed enough in therapy). so we started inviting other folks. and family dinner went from five people regularly to seven. and then i’d have friends from out of town come and it’d be 15-17. and now it’s not unusual for a dozen people to show up at my house on a saturday night to drink and eat and make merry.

there’s a particular kind of warmth that comes from leaning against the entry to my dining room, glass of wine curled against my chest, seeing so many of the people i love sitting around my table as they laugh and bicker and eat a meal that i used so much love to make. food that i spent hours creating because they gave me the confidence and the desire to learn how to make new things. because the effort it takes for me to make pasta or gnocchi or sauces or broths from scratch is worth it. the hours i will spend standing over a hot stove as i make gumbo or chicken and dumplings or fried everything is worth it. the easy smiles and whiskey-reddened cheeks and raucous laughter and full bellies and warm togetherness is worth the trouble.

it makes me understand the last supper (you know, minus the foreboding of betrayal). there’s a divinity in making a meal to share with those you love.

i’ve yet to find a better way express my devotion than to say, “take this, all of you, and eat of it. for it is my love given up for you.”

because even though the darkness can be chasm-wide and canyon-deep, my love is wider and deeper. it’s the bridge over the consumption of it all.

when people sit at my table and break bread that my hands have tenderly prepared i see the point of it all. loving and be loved in return.

and sometimes that love is stored in poetic words and grand gestures. and sometimes, that love is stored in a stockpot full of soup. but they both accomplish the same thing at the end of the day. warmth and safety and care and devotion.

it’s love. plain and simple and small.

[fishermanshook]

HEART OF GOLD ICHOR.

( sprout s. , glisten , & vee v. ) + gn!toon!reader

⋆·˚🔱 ༘ * hints of inspo. from @eclipseberrycake. [go read their work it’s divine] , h/c’s + small size intended , can be read as romantic or platonic [best friends for /p readers] , possible ooc-ness , mentions of a panic attack [glisten.] , reader is hinted to be a distractor , I can’t write dialogue for shit , not proof-read , grammar and spelling warning

INTRO

Runs are inherently dangerous. No matter how seasoned of a distractor you are, there’s no guarantee you’ll ever make it back to the elevator in time.

This run is just another piece of evidence as to why.

꒰wc꒱ 1,427 , read pt. 2 here.

SPROUT SEEDLY.

Had Sprout Seedly been there just a second earlier, he knows he could’ve gotten you. He knows he would’ve been able to swoop you up and away as his twisted form was hot on your tail, tendrils spiraling up from the ground as you dodged them left and right. But deep down inside, he knows that he wouldn’t have been able to anyway, not when the last machine had finished and not after a twisted Gigi popped up and out of nowhere, the two of them pulling your mangled body down into a pool of black tar as the elevator closed right in front of him.

Right in front of you, with your hand extended out just enough that he swears he could’ve touched the tips of your fingers.

Sprout doesn’t register the first tear that falls, nor the second or third. Not until he hears the all too familiar cranking and turning of Dandy’s little shop of Horror does he instinctively wipe his face with the back of his hand. It comes back slightly wet, damp with the salty tears of his own. Instead of sadness, rage takes its place, and it takes everything in him to hold that back.

—

“What the fuck Dandy!” Sprout screams at the colorful flower sitting pretty behind his make-shift pop-up store, a bandaid perched between the two of them— on discount, nonetheless.

“Deary me, what seems to have occurred— oh! You seem to be down one—oooh. Ah.” Dandy’s face falters for a second. Floor thirty three and just now they lose you. How pitiful. “I was wondering how long it would take.”

Anger boiled inside of him. A rage he hadn’t felt for god knows how long. “Listen, man,” Sprout announced, fishing around in his bag for something, “I’ll give you as many tapes as you want, I’ll give up every single one I earn and be in debt to you as long as needed,” he slams what seems to be a bucket full of tapes on Dandy’s stand, “but I’m not leaving here until I get that damn antidote for [name]. So pay up.”

“Sprout, you know that I can’t do that.”

“If you care about the wellbeing of your so-called ‘friends’, you’ll give me the fucking thing.”

“Get the research first, Seedly.” And Dandy’s shop is already going down. Sprout doesn’t dare follow along, too shaken up to heave himself over the shop table and fall after the deceptive little flower.

GLISTEN.

One second, you’re standing by him, watching the area and playing with the ginormous pink bow on his back while he works his magic at the machine. The next? You’re being dragged away from him, a scream ripped out of you before pure silence followed quickly after. Glisten can only whip his head around in time to spot the familiar growing dark puddle of tar alongside the ichor-stained claws of twisted Goob himself.

He wants to scream, to cry, to jump himself on top of the monster that twisted Goob is and rip out his stupid fucking eyeballs for being the reason he can’t find your black and blue bruised body—but he just can’t find it in himself. Even as the furry craft locks his beady little eyes on the vanity mirror, he can’t move a muscle. At least he’ll be joining you again, minus the discomfort that his twisted form brought him, at least he’ll still be with you.

And it’s as if Rodger can hear his deeply unspoken thoughts because the magnifying glass is quick to snatch Glisten's arm away before Goob can and do it himself, tossing him a few stale gumballs —the ones that get left in Dandy’s inventory for far too long— and tell him to start running. That’s when the adrenaline kicks in, and he can only get as far as he can before the mirror’s hunched over on his knees, gasping for air as he starts to hyperventilate. The main’s plushies loom directly over him. Vee and Astro stare disappointingly above him: aren’t you meant to keep face? What does one toon’s death mean to you?

They stare with no mercy, and Glisten only feels like he might puke.

—

The elevator is cold and quiet by the time Glisten can pull himself inside. One teleport to Tisha and he’s already clinging to the side of the door trying his best to conceal his broken attempts at breathing and the mascara dripping from his teary eyes— but is it even worth it at this point? What’s left to hide when the one thing he’s cherished oh, so much has been stripped away from his side?

You’re gone. One with the ichor now, and Glisten can only beg his teammates to end the run here. He can’t risk Dandy pulling at the string of fucking fate and having to run into your twisted form. No, he doesn’t even want to imagine what you may look like. Your body, mangled and deranged and forced to move to the ichor’s will.

The team listens to his prayer, and they head back up, but not before he can make out just the slightest bit of something coming from the other side of the door. Echoes of a voice sounding way too familiar to your shouting. Screaming. Of agony? He hopes not, but at him? He thinks he’ll twist himself before he dares to take a hearken.

VEE VERSION ONE.

It’s always a game of luck and skill when you’re a distractor —you never truly know what to expect next. Sure, you can predict the next time Scraps will try and snipe you, and you can surely attempt to avoid Rodger’s watchful and menacing eye after someone didn’t pay close enough attention towards what capsule they were picking up…but escaping from a twisted pebble? Vees…not sure.

She knew she shouldn’t have let you distract this floor. They had Pebble with them —someone who, not to be rude, was much faster than you in situations like these. You could’ve just let the guy take his twisted version, let him run himself tired all across the map, but no. YOU wanted to play hero today, so you went ahead and put yourself on the line, Astro wasn’t able to reach you in time for a stamina boost and you didn’t have a pop or even a speed candy on you and you had too little supplies to work with and—snap.

The sound itself rings throughout the map again. Or, in this case, through Vee’s mind as the wires and zeros and ones of her digitally coded, precisely ciphered DNA force her to relive your last moments on a never-ending loop. Over and over and over again.

Guilt rots in her motherboard as they descend the elevator once more. Numbness overcomes her heart, and she feels as if she’s on the verge of breaking out into tears, but nothing comes. Just the newfound pit in her stomach, and the overarching feeling that she can’t go on like this for much longer. The feeling only continues to grow, bubbling in her stomach and escaping to other regions of her toon-like body. She can’t stay in here for another second, and without another thought, Vee’s already pulling the lever to head back to the lobby. No questions asked, even as the others look with momentary confusion before putting the dots together.

Vee is the first one to leave the elevator and ignores any other calls of her name quickly after. None of them emit the same tone that yours once did anyway.

—

By the time Vee makes her way back to her room, she feels empty. The television flickers quietly as she sinks down in front of her vanity mirror; its shine fades without you here. She senses her energy waning, as if her system is shutting down. The world around her feels like it is crumbling, and Vee can only just make it to her bed—overwhelmed by the decorative sheets and blankets she had borrowed from your room during the countless sleepovers you shared—before her strength gives out completely. Her empty body lands softly on the bed with a quiet thud.

Vee won’t wake for at least the next few hours, and no one should expect to see her around so suddenly after your demise.

note: so how did we like the angst...

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[vhaos-chaotic-writing]

DING DING hcs! one Tf one Yandere! Sentinel with prime! Darling, please

Or Yandere!Starscream and prime!reader where it's kinda like Pearl-Pinkdiamond relationship

You decide😋

Aaand why not both? ψ(｀∇´)ψ Oooh, this is good food!

(TFO) Yandere!Sentinel Prime & Yandere!Starscream x Prime!Reader (HCs)

WARNINGS: Yandere behaviour. Reader is cybertronian, a Prime and gender neutral. Use of (Y/N). Sentinel Prime's part happens before his betrayal. Starscream and Reader's relationship is Pearl-Pink Diamond's type. Mutual feelings hinted (Starscream's) 14 Primes in total, not 13.

You were the 14th Prime. And, in Sentinel's optics, the sole perfect Prime out of the whole group.

Beautiful, unique, divine, a precious star walking among wanna-be's (The other 13th Primes) and unworthy bots (the others, minus him).

Whatever you needed, he was there to meet your expectations and serve you.

You were the first Prime to welcome him when he got his position as the Prime's chief advisor - and Sentinel remembers every little detail about that day. Your soft optics and gentle smile, your angelic voice and your servo extended to greet him. Oh! How embarrassing! He had stood there like a fool, staring up at you in awe, unable to speak withou stuttering and you noticed it! And yet... that soft chuckle of yours was sincere, there was no mocking nor rejection.

Sentinel is a possessive yandere, but always forced himself to not act (at first) on his possessive behaviour.

But, Primus, he was being tested everyday - he hated to see you with the other Primes. He hated seeing you laugh with them, work alongside them, share little inside jokes or any type of physical contact: servo holding? Helm snuggling? Just standing by the side of any of them? Sentinel felt this need to end it all so he could keep your attention only on him.

He always gave you his most sincere, bright smiles, always at your call and ready for anything! He wanted your praise, your attention, your optics to be on him and thank him for anything he did. He would make sure your time wasn't wasted on any idiot (even though you mentioned you didn't mind a small chat with the guards or any other bot).

"At your service, my dear (Y/N) Prime!"

If only the others could just... disappear.

You would be happier by having only Sentinel by your side,

And he would treat you as the royalty you were! (You never considered yourself to be above others, you were doing just your job at keeping others safe - how humble of you! Of course you were above everybody else! In Sentinel's optics, of course).

When the war against the Quintessons started, Sentinel would constantly have paranoid episodes when you were out on a mission with the other Primes.

What if you didn't come back? What if something happened to you? If you got hurt? Worse, offlined? No. No. Nononono.

Sentinel needed to protect you.

The other Primes weren't worthy of that title.

They were self-centered, too demanding and all they could do was give boring speeches and not win a war to ensure YOUR safety (The others didn't matter. No one mattered. Just you).

Sentinel stares down at the message he was going to send the Quintessons to complete the ambush plan - they had already accepted the deal he had made with them to destroy the other Primes and give them all the energon they want.

The Quintessons have given their word on not hurting you, only knock you out and take you so Sentinel could end the other Primes and take the Matrix.

He would become the Prime his people needed. The Prime you needed. And with the Quintessons alliance with him, you'd live a life of luxury! (Oh, poor fool.)

His manipulative traits would come after making sure you could not fight him back or leave. After all, you would be mourning the death of the other Primes (you shouldn't, it's a waste of time, but - oh well.), you'd need someone to hold you dearly. Don't worry, Sentinel will be there for you.

"My dear (Y/N) Prime... our world will be beautiful, just the two of us, above the others. Together."

Starscream held his loyalty and respect to all the Primes, they were the leaders of Cybertron after all!

And deep down, Starscream feels a little bit guilty about liking you more than the other Primes.

Another possessive yandere, his territorial traits already showing with how he always acted as your guard dog.

Unlike Sentinel, Starscream never felt jealousy or envy about the other Primes being close to you.

He cherished every little moment he got to be by your side, guarding for your safety and loving every little thing you did: Speak with the other Primes, work hard, support others.

And to fight by your side against the Quintessons was such a honour.

He would always keep an optic on you to make sure your life wasn't at risk (more than it was already) - he would give his life for yours if it meant to keep you safe and give you another chance at living another day.

Just as anon said - Starscream's relationship with a Reader Prime would be a Pearl - Pink Diamond (Steven Universe) type of relationship.

Everything he does it's for you! Starscream gives his 100% for you!

And when he stares up at you, his optics hold such a passionate yet tender love towards you, as if you had hung the stars in the sky or made the suns shine brightly.

Just imagine if one day you showed your gratitude at Starscream's hard working by gently caressing his helm. The seeker is quick to freeze in place, his whole frame tensing as his spark beats loudly against his chestplate.

"Ah - I apologize, Starscream. I didn't think before acting-"

"Please." He interrupts you, not caring how unprofessional he views himself by doing this or if he is breaking any rule. "Do it again, please."

Everyday after all, any little physical affection you give to him, he yearns for more. And he can't help but feel his spark swell. Of course, this would only happen whenever you two are all alone and Starscream awaits patiently for you to invite him to come closer to hold his servo or gently snuggle your helm against his. You thank him for his hard work, for his loyalty, for keeping others safe and train them to be better, for helping the other Primes.

Ah, Starscream feels he should be the one to thank you - for everything you do, for giving his life a purporse and a reason to exist.

When he is completely alone with his own thoughts, reflecting on everything, about you and him (and how he keeps making sure other guards keep their relationship with you purely professional, not feeling that guilty about being hypocritical)... he closed his optics and holds his servo close to his chestplate.

"Please, Primus... allow us to win the war against the Quintessons, for the Primes... for (Y/N) Prime to live another day to see Cybertron full of life, for me to see that Cybertron by their side."

Forever yours, his sparks belongs to you.

Starscream wishes to forever be your seeker that will follow you till the end of the line and in the next life.

Hehehe (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ Vhaos Out!

[sightseertrespasser]

Could I request a lore dump about Rung (almost typed him as rune which is funny lmao) in Odds of Survival? He has the weird memory thing going on, is he Primus in this world? Does he know? What are his thoughts on Jazz, considering how he reacted to Jazz definitely not having met him before?

Rung is certainly an interesting fellow.

Within the context of Odds Of Survival, Rung is not the creator of cybertron itself but was the first cybertronian to emerge.

Co-opting this ask to also explain a little about where Cybertronians come from.

The simple version is: the planet itself is weird as balls.

All life on Cybertron (minus Cold Constructs) come into being by emerging from Hot Spots, molten pools of raw metals and a shit load of potential energy. All living beings on Cybertron contain a spark and require energon to function. Energon functioning similarly to water for organic life plus the added benefit of supplying necessary calories.

Sparks can naturally occur throughout the planet and remain inert until surrounded by an adequate amount of malleable metal. They are very delicate and until the advent of modern technology, could not be handled without being destroyed (with one exception).

So why does Cybertron produce life?

Is the entire planet some kind of factory left running without reason? Did some long gone eldritch society design it that way? Is god real but just for giant robot aliens? Is Cybertron itself some kind of hive Queen and all cybertronians it produces are non-reproductive drone workers?

There is no rational truth I can produce that will not fundamentally change the genre of the story, so we’re gonna go with the funny option of “shit just happens sometimes”.

So where does Rung/Primus fit into that?

Pulling a bit from his wiki page, Rung has three strange abilities going on, consistent with other Cybertronians having special powers or Outlier capabilities:

1) He can recover from pretty much any form of damage (kinda needs that to still be around).

2) He is plagued by the Information Creep curse, so that any cybertronian that meets him will eventually forget him.

3) He can craft spark crystals.

Rung was the first sentient mech to emerge from a Hot Spot. After quite awhile, more mechs like him emerged and by virtue of getting there first, he got to show them around.

Waaay further down the line, after cybertronians started doing the who “civilization thing”, Rung figured out how to make spark crystals, and by extension the first Cold Constructed mechs.

In the modern day, it’s both possible and common with enough resources and expertise to make spark crystals on a factory scale. Rung doesn’t want or need to make anymore people so it’s not ability he’s even thought about for several hundred million years.

Rung knows about Primus, but it genuinely hasn’t occurred to him that those churches are talking about him.

Primus is described as this great and powerful being, whose been there since the beginning of all life on the planet. Supposedly, Primus created the first sentient mechs.

“Sure”, Rung thinks to himself. “I know pretty much every mech that’s ever been created, but that’s not divine knowledge. I’ve just, actually physically met them. And I didn’t make the first cybertronians, I was just the first to make more cybertronians.”

“Must be a different guy.”

Rungs greatest trick is that by virtue of having been around the entire time, there aren’t a ton of mechs he hasn’t encountered in some shape or form. Though it’s far from impossible, especially if they’re a new build.

Meeting Jazz was certainly a surprise. Bluestreak had already spread the news that Prowl had brought back an alien, so it wasn’t hard to guess who this wall crawling stranger was supposed to be.

After actually meeting Jazz however, Rung briefly thought Prowl was wrong. That Jazz was a cybertronian, just a very new one. It’s all about familiarity.

So when Jazz remembered Rungs name on the first try without issue, the psychiatrist had the very sudden realization he’d played scavenger hunt with an emotionally distressed, incredibly dangerous, wall crawling “holy shit that was an ACTUAL ACTUAL goddamn alien” alien.

He’s processed it now.