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the ADHD writer's guide to actually finishing a draft (no, seriously) 📝
okay, tumblr, writers... we need to TALK about how to actually finish a damn draft when your executive functioning decided to pack its bags and leave for a permanent vacation in the bahamas.
i'm not here to give you that basic "just set a timer!" advice that makes me want to throw my laptop into the sun. we all know those productivity hacks that work for neurotypicals make us want to scream into the void. (been there, screamed that.)
so here's the ACTUAL guide from someone who's written three novels while her brain was actively trying to sabotage her the entire time.
FIRST: accept that linear writing is a capitalist construct designed to torture us.
i'm serious. whoever decided writers should start at chapter 1 and proceed neatly to THE END clearly didn't have dopamine playing hide-and-seek in their prefrontal cortex.
write whatever scene has your brain chemicals SINGING today. that climactic fight scene that's six chapters away? the tender moment between your characters that happens in the middle? WRITE IT NOW while your brain is actually interested. i have finished entire novels by writing them in chunks and stitching them together like the beautiful frankenstein's monster they are.
SECOND: the 10-minute lie (that actually works???)
tell yourself you're only going to write for 10 minutes. that's it. no pressure. your adhd brain can handle anything for 10 minutes, right? the secret is that once you start, momentum becomes your best friend. sometimes you'll actually stop at 10 minutes (congrats, you still wrote something!) but often you'll look up and realize it's been two hours and you've written 2,000 words. and yes i've seen this a lot, like everywhere, where they tell you "set a timer for 5, and by the time you realize it's 2 hours" i've seen this many times before, and it actually works. at first i thought it didn't but boy, i was wrong.
THIRD: use your hyperfixation powers for good, not evil.
we all know that adhd comes with the superpower of becoming obsessed with random things for unpredictable amounts of time. WEAPONIZE THIS. create artificial urgency around your project. tell people about your deadline. make elaborate aesthetic pinterest boards. create a spotify playlist that you only listen to while writing this specific project. trick your brain into making your WIP the shiny new hyperfixation.
FOURTH: body-doubling saved my writing career and it can save yours too.
find another writer friend (or any friend who needs to do focused work) and sit together - virtually or physically - while you both work. something about having another human witnessing your work process bypasses the executive dysfunction. i swear it's actual magic. discord writing sprints, zoom sessions with cameras off but mics on - whatever works.
FIFTH: embrace the chaos of your natural writing cycle.
some days you'll write 5,000 words in a frenzy at 3am. other days you'll stare at the document for an hour and write "the." BOTH ARE VALID WRITING DAYS. the only consistency we need is returning to the document, not some arbitrary daily word count.
SIXTH: create external accountability that doesn't make you want to die.
deadlines from publishers? great. deadlines you set for yourself? your brain laughs and says "or what?" find the sweet spot - maybe it's a writing buddy you check in with, maybe it's a public progress tracker, maybe it's promising your sister you'll take her to dinner when you finish a chapter.
SEVENTH: the frankendraft approach.
your first draft DOES NOT need to be good, coherent, or even make sense. it just needs to exist. leave yourself notes like [FIGURE OUT HOW SHE GETS FROM THE CASTLE TO THE BEACH LATER] and keep moving. your adhd brain will thank you for not getting stuck in research rabbit holes for six hours.
EIGHTH: find your optimal writing environment through shameless trial and error.
maybe you need complete silence. maybe you need to be in a coffee shop with specific ambient noise. maybe you need to write standing up. maybe you need to dictate your novel while pacing around your apartment. there is no wrong way to get the words out.
i personally write best when i'm slightly uncomfortable (weird, i know) so i often end up writing while sitting on my kitchen floor with my laptop balanced on a chair. whatever works, bestie. a finished messy draft is infinitely more valuable than the perfect novel still trapped in your head. your adhd brain is simultaneously your greatest challenge and your greatest asset as a writer. the connections you make, the unique perspectives, the creativity - all of that comes from the same place as the struggles.
you've got this. now go write something, even if it's just for 10 minutes. i believe in you. ✨ -rin t.
✦ A free (and actually helpful) guide to leveling up your first 10 pages ✦If you're unsure whether your opening is ✨doing enough✨ to hook re
A gothic prompt pack for writers who love cursed universities, secret societies, and scholarly rot.✎ Write the Darkness ✎A 75-prompt horror
OK I AM A BIT CRUNCHY ON MY COMMAND PROMPT KNOWLEDGE SO TAKE WHAT I SAY WITH A GRAIN OF SALT, PLEASE CORRECT ME WHERE I AM WRONG
CAINE MIGHT NOT BE ACTUALLY DEAD. THERE IS A RECYCLE BIN AND GIVEN CAINE DID BREAK ISOLATION IT CAN HAPPEN THAT HE ESCAPES THE BIN. BUT AS THE WAY THINGS ARE MIGHT BE UNLIKELY
ROOT 1340 /USR/AI/MODULE/BRAINSCANS
THE HEADSEAT REALLY COULD BE SCANNING THE MINDS OF THE USERS AND MAKING REPLICAS AKA THE SOMA THEORY BEING TRUE. THERE IS AN ENTIRE FILE OF EACH SCAN IN A HIDDEN SECURED FILE
From what I remember the details of a file are arranged as
[permissions][file path][size][date of creation] nameofthefile
The permissions of a file explains how you can access that file (read, write, ex). So from here, brains scanned characters can be read, written(modified) and CAN'T be scrubbed. These attributes can be changed but at this moment...
Caine was created in 1996. He's a LISP(List Processing) program. It's the second oldest programing language(made in the 1950s) to exist and it was made exactly for AI research
He runs on a custom programmed engine called Paraphernalia. This word comes many times. While it could mean a collection of all the things needed for the AI to run, paraphernalia can also mean
Scatch's file was created in 1999. We can assume this is also when the other characters joined, them all being C&A programmers. They all eventually abstracted, with Queenie being the last to do so in 2008, the same year Ragatha joined. This would explain Kinger's talk about almost giving up in the Guns episode and why Caine was suprised people can still join the circus
That opens the question-- Where are the rest of the brainscan files?
The Wacky Watch is its own program(Coded in C)
Specifically Chef Bubble is its own Lisp program. So there are multiple bubbles then?
Where there playtest of brainscans before the 1999 scans???
WTF IS THE ??? PROGRAM
KINGER'S ATTEMPTS TO STOP HIM
"$ stop caine approach
Attempt to stop the program but not delete it. Invalid approach
"$ /usr/bin/gdb /usr/local/bin/clisp 1337
Not completely sure but I think he's trying to directly move the file to the bin? This operation is stopped by Caine's defense system
"$ chmod 000 /secured/caine-core.lisp
Kinger tries to completely remove any accessibility/permissions to Caine, rendering the program completely unusable. Permission denied
$ rm /secured/paraphenalia-engine.dat
Attempt at deleting the engine needed for Caine to run. Permission denied with the ERROR above. Remember the torment injection, it will be important later
At some point Caine's code detected that Kinger tried to isolate his files after all the attempt listed above. Caine's defensive system is now literally fighting Kinger.
Kinger tries to access the before mentioned "torment injection" in a daemon (program that runs as a background process, independent of an interactive user, typically initiated at system boot to handle continuous tasks like network requests, printing, or system logging).
Usually, a code injection is a security vulnerability where attackers introduce malicious code into a program, forcing it to execute unauthorized commands. C&A already knew how dangerous Caine was, and they hid this kill switch in his own code without him even knowing
If you can read through the chaos, Caine's defense system knows he's being tampered with and you can even read him swearing at Kinger
Kinger does accidentally delete Caine and you can see him try and abort the process but its too late
hii can i request luna calling the svt members by the wrong name and seeing their reaction
ʚིᵋ ⋆ SVT REACTS TO LUNA ࣪ ! ˓ ౨ৎ ࣪˖ ─── Accidentally calling them the wrong name
synopsis: SEVENTEEN’s reaction to Luna accidentally calling them the wrong name.
wc: 6.7k
new format for the new tier (?) i thoroughly enjoyed writing this one and ever since i have posted the masterlist for svt reacts, a lot of you have been submitting the prompts you want to see next and i am super excited to get started on those! happy reading my lovelies and see you soon 💛🤍
╰ ౨ৎ LUNA-VERSE MASTERLIST ╰ ౨ৎ svt reacts
⍣ ೋ🍒 [S.COUPS]
The practice room was peaceful, which should have been his first warning. Nothing in SEVENTEEN’s world stays peaceful for long.
He was lounging comfortably, minding his own business, when Luna, unknowingly signing her own death certificate, handed him a drink and casually muttered, “Here, Soonyoungie.”
Froze. Blinked once. Twice. Processing… still processing… ERROR 404: LEADER’S EGO NOT FOUND.
ERROR. CRITICAL DAMAGE DETECTED. SYSTEM FAILURE IMMINENT.
His entire body stiffened on impact, as if she had just drop-kicked his dignity off a cliff. His brain short-circuited so violently that, for a brief moment, he was no longer Seungcheol, leader of SEVENTEEN— he was just a man betrayed in the cruelest way possible.
Slowly turned his head toward her with the disappointment of a father who just found out his child failed a math test despite having a tutor. His eyebrows knit together in betrayal, his lips slightly parted in sheer disbelief.
This was not just a mistake— this was a scandal.
The sheer weight of his disappointment could have crushed an entire nation.
“Soonyoung?” he repeated, voice so calm it was actually terrifying.
Blinked three times in complete silence as if waiting for a divine explanation to fall from the heavens. He blinked again, as if giving her a chance to correct herself before he officially lost his mind.
Luna did a double take, realizing that it wasn’t Hoshi next to her.
Luna’s fight-or-flight response activated instantly. Her soul packed its bags and fled. Her eyes widened in terror, hands clumsily flailing as she tried to backpedal. “WAIT—NO, THAT’S NOT—”
S.Coups let out the biggest sigh known to mankind, one that carried the weight of ten years of suffering. Dramatically placed a hand over his heart as if she had stabbed him with betrayal, head tilting back like he was experiencing Shakespearean-level heartbreak.
“Wow. Of all people, Soonyoung?” Shook his head. Scoffed. Whispered, “Unbelievable. This… this hurts, Jiyeon.” (Used her government name. This was serious for him).
Looked away, shaking his head like he had just learned his best friend was actually the villain in a plot twist.
Stared at an imaginary camera, The Office-style, for a solid five seconds. Contemplated his entire existence.
Luna, desperate to fix her mistake, waved her hands wildly. “It was an accident! I am tired! I thought you were Hoshi—”
He sat up dramatically, eyebrows raised, fully prepared to drag her. “No, no. It’s fine. It’s fine. It’s not like I was the one who stayed up last week comforting you when you had a breakdown.”
Stood up. Pacing. Muttering under his breath like a man scorned. “I should’ve known. The signs were there. I ignored them. That’s on me. I didn’t know you’d be the one to betray me.”
Luna, on the verge of a breakdown herself, groaned, “OH MY GOD, IT WAS AN ACCIDENT. You’re being dramatic…”
Hands on his chest, clutching his pearls.
“AN ACCIDENT? YOU SAW ME AND STILL CALLED ME SOONYOUNG!”
Collapsed back onto the couch with the weight of the world on his shoulders. Whispered to himself, “I didn’t raise you like this.”
Would never let her live this down. Ever. Would bring it up during the most inopportune moments just to see her suffer.
“Hey, remember that time you called me Soonyoung?”
“THAT WAS SIX MONTHS AGO.”
“And yet the wound is still fresh.”
⍣ ೋ🪽[JEONGHAN]
Yoon Jeonghan is the biggest menace known to man— let’s start there. He’d get even… a hundred percent.
Oh, Luna messed up. She messed up big time. But she didn’t know it yet. Jeonghan knew it, though. Oh, he knew. And the moment the words left her mouth, he had already decided that she would never know peace again.
It was a normal day, nothing out of the ordinary. Luna was scrolling through her phone, multitasking between replying to messages and absentmindedly talking to Jeonghan, who was sitting next to her. It was casual, relaxed— dangerously so.
And then, like the heavens themselves decided to bless Jeonghan with the greatest gift of all time, she absentmindedly called him “Joshie.”
Jeonghan’s brain registered the betrayal instantly, but his face remained completely neutral.
Not even a twitch. No dramatic gasp, no offended expression— just pure, calculated silence.
This was an opportunity.
Slowly turned his head toward her with an expression so unreadable it was actually terrifying. Blinked once. Twice. Then, with the smoothest, most even voice known to mankind, he said, “Who’s Joshie?”
Luna froze. Her fingers hovered over her phone screen, eyes darting to him as if she had just realized she was standing on a landmine with no escape. Her soul did ten backflips and crash-landed into the abyss.
“Wait—I didn’t mean— I was texting Shua—”
“No, no, it’s okay.” He smiled.
Oh no. Not the smile. The one that hid a thousand schemes. The one that meant he had already won.
“Joshie, huh? Wow. That’s crazy.”
Leaned back on the couch, arms crossed, nodding as if this was the most fascinating discovery of his life. Whispered under his breath, “Joshie… Joshie… I didn’t know we were at that stage in our relationship.”
Luna knew she was doomed. “I swear, it was just a slip—”
“No, I get it.” Jeonghan put a hand on his chest, mock hurt dripping from his voice. “Five years. Engaged. And yet, I’m just another Joshua in your eyes.”
Luna groaned, already wanting to crawl into a hole. “It was an accident! My brain lagged! I was texting Joshua!”
“Oh really? You were texting Joshua?” He tilted his head. “Or should I say… Joshie?”
Oh, he was milking this. He was squeezing every last drop of suffering out of this moment. He grabbed his phone, pretending to text.
“What are you doing?” Luna asked, voice full of dread.
“Oh, just letting Joshie know the good news.”
“WHAT GOOD NEWS?” Luna wanted smack the back of his head.
Jeonghan smirked, showing her his screen. He had typed out a message to Joshua that simply said:
“Hey, Joshie, just found out Jiyeon thinks about you when she looks at me. Any thoughts?”
Luna lunged at him. “DELETE THAT RIGHT NOW.”
Jeonghan, laughing like a supervillain, dodged easily. “Oh, no, no, no. This is my leverage now. You think I’m letting this go? Absolutely not.”
Would bring it up at the most unnecessary moments.
“Hey, can you grab me some water? Or should I ask Joshie instead?”
“Wow, you look so pretty today. Does Jisoo think so too?”
“Should I dye my hair like his? Maybe then you’ll remember my name.”
Luna knew one thing for certain: She had just given Jeonghan a lifetime of teasing material. She had lost this battle. And the war.
Oh, but Jeonghan wasn’t stopping there. No, no. This was only the beginning. The next phase of his plan? Calling her every random girl name imaginable just to see her reaction.
It started casually. Too casually. Luna had just finished brushing her hair when Jeonghan, lounging on the bed, casually glanced up and said, “Looking good, Minji.”
Luna snapped her head around so fast she almost got whiplash. “What did you just call me?”
Jeonghan, with the most innocent expression known to mankind, blinked at her. “Minji. That’s your name, right? Or is it Jisoo? Or maybe… Yuna?”
Luna’s eye twitched. “Yoon Jeonghan, I swear—”
“Oh, relax, Soojin. You’re so aggressive today.”
Luna yeeted a pillow straight at his face. Jeonghan, laughing like the menace he was, dodged it with ease.
This became a game to him. He’d throw out random names at the most ridiculous times.
“Could you pass me that remote, Jihye?”
“Wow, thanks for making dinner, Seulgi. So sweet of you.”
“Hey, Hyejin, can you scratch my back real quick?”
Luna, now fully fed up, stomped toward him with the wrath of a thousand suns. “Call me one more name that isn’t mine and I will actually smack that stupid smirk out your fucking face.”
Jeonghan grinned. “Okay, okay. I got it, babe. You win.”
Pause. A beat of silence.
And then, with a smug smirk, he added, “Sorry, I mean… babe… or should I say… Somin?”
Luna full-on lunged. Jeonghan barely escaped with his life, laughing like a villain as she chased him around the room.
At first, Luna had been playfully mad, but after the hundredth time, the joke started to sting a little. It wasn’t like she actually thought Jeonghan meant anything by it, but hearing random girl names instead of her own, over and over, started to feel a little too real.
One evening, when he lazily threw out, “Thanks for the coffee, Hani,” expecting her usual exasperated groan, Luna just… stopped. She didn’t glare. She didn’t throw a pillow at him. She just stood there, stirring her drink with her lips pressed together, shoulders slightly hunched.
Jeonghan instantly noticed. His smug grin dropped as he watched her fiddle with her mug, not looking at him.
His teasing brain might be the size of a galaxy, but he wasn’t stupid.
It’s crazy how fast the tables had turned.
“Oh no…” Jeonghan muttered under his breath, moving closer. He gently poked her cheek. “Baby? Nana-ya?”
Luna pouted, looking down. “I don’t like it when you call me other girls’ names.” Her voice was soft, almost sulky, and Jeonghan felt his soul leave his body.
Immediate panic mode. “Oh, no, no, no, my love, my pretty moon, my one and only Jiyeonie, come here.” He was already cupping her face, rubbing his thumbs over her cheeks. “You know I was just messing around, right? You’re the only one I’d ever call mine.”
Luna sniffled. “Then why do you keep calling me other girls’ names?”
It’s crazy how fast the tables had turned pt. 2.
Jeonghan physically recoiled. He had never felt so villainous in his life. “I am so sorry. I will never do it again, Nana-ya.”
But before he let the joke die completely, he made sure of one thing. He leaned in, locking eyes with her, tone suddenly serious. “Say my name.”
Luna blinked. “Huh?”
“Say it. I need to know you still remember it.”
She rolled her eyes, but Jeonghan was relentless. He leaned in even closer. “Say it, Jiyeonie.”
Luna sighed, but there was a small smile creeping onto her lips. “Jeonghan.”
“Louder.”
“Jeonghan.”
He tilted his head. “One more time, for the people in the back.”
Luna huffed, pushing his face away. “Yoon Jeonghan, you absolute menace.”
Jeonghan grinned, finally satisfied. “That’s right. That’s my name. I love hearing you say it. And I’ll make sure you never forget it again.” He kissed her forehead, finally letting the bit go.
Luna sniffled again, but the pout was gone, replaced by a reluctant smile. “You’re lucky I love you.”
From that day forward, Jeonghan never called her another girl’s name again.
And Luna? She never made the mistake of calling him the wrong name ever again.
⍣ ೋ🦌[JOSHUA]
Joshua Hong, the human embodiment of kindness and patience, did not even flinch. The moment Luna slipped up and called him the wrong name, he merely blinked, absorbing the mistake with the grace of a saint.
“Han— Oh, wait— Shua! I meant Joshua, I’m so sorry!” Luna gasped, eyes wide with immediate regret. She clasped her hands together in a desperate plea for forgiveness, already bracing herself for potential teasing or dramatic reactions.
But Joshua, ever the composed and forgiving soul, simply smiled. Not a hint of annoyance, not a single trace of offense— just pure, unbothered tranquility. It was almost unnerving how unaffected he was.
“It’s fine,” he assured her effortlessly, brushing it off. The way he said it so genuinely made her feel even worse.
Luna, still feeling guilty, shook her head. “No, no, it’s not fine. I feel terrible! I don’t know what happened, my brain just—”
Joshua held up a hand to stop her, chuckling lightly. “Really, Jiyeon-ah. It’s no big deal. I know you didn’t mean it. But—” he tapped his chin thoughtfully, tilting his head as if reconsidering.
Here it comes. The condition.
Despite being deemed “normal” he was far from that.
Luna perked up, desperate to redeem herself. “But what? I’ll do anything!”
He shrugged nonchalantly, slipping his hands into his pockets. “Buy me a coffee, and we’ll call it even.”
Luna blinked. “That’s it? Just a coffee?”
Joshua smiled again, this time a little amused. “Yep. That’s all it takes to heal my broken heart.”
She groaned, but she was already reaching for her phone. “Fine. But I’m getting you the most expensive one on the menu to make up for it.”
He laughed, “I won’t stop you. Oh, and while we’re at it… you do remember my name now, right?”
Luna dramatically sighed. “Joshua Hong. Hong Jisoo. I will never forget it again.”
And she didn’t… that coffee was expensive.
⍣ ೋ🐱[JUN]
Jun was mid-bite into his orange when Luna completely and utterly betrayed him.
“Hey, Shi-shi, can you— oh. Wait.”
Silence. Heavy. Unforgiving. Eternal.
Jun did not speak. He did not blink. He simply put down his half-eaten orange slice, wiped his hands with a napkin, and slowly turned to face her.
His eyes? Empty. His soul? Possibly ascending.
Luna tensed, feeling the weight of her mistake. “Junnie, I—”
Without breaking eye contact, Jun calmly raised both hands… and formed Hoshi’s signature tiger claw gesture.
Luna’s jaw dropped. “God— please no.”
Jun nodded, his expression still unreadable. Then, in the most monotone voice imaginable, he said—
“KWON TI—” He cut himself off mid-sentence, exhaling sharply through his nose as if the sheer effort of speaking was too much.
Luna smacked her forehead. “OH MY GOD, PLEASE DON’T DO THIS.”
But it was too late. Jun slowly, methodically, stood up. He adjusted his posture, squared his shoulders, and became Hoshi.
“TIGER POWER,” he whispered, barely above a breath.
Luna covered her face with both hands. “MOON JUNHUI. STOP.”
He did not stop. Instead, he gracefully spun in a circle, did an exaggerated tiger pose, and let out the most deadpan, lifeless “HAEYA.” the world had ever heard.
Luna was losing her mind. “WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS??”
Jun finally blinked, looking at her with complete and utter indifference. “I don’t know. Why is Hoshi like like this?”
Luna groaned, grabbing a pillow and throwing it at him. Jun, still blank-faced, caught it with one hand and did another slow-motion tiger claw.
“Fear me.”
She did not.
But she did immediately vow to never make that mistake again.
⍣ ೋ🐯[HOSHI]
Hoshi was in the middle of passionately explaining his latest choreography idea, hands flailing, eyes sparkling with excitement, when Luna casually shattered his entire existence.
“That sounds amazing, Channie! You’re such a genius with choreo— oh, wait… SHI-SHI. I MEANT HOSHI.”
The room went dead silent. Hoshi froze mid-motion, arms still dramatically outstretched, mouth slightly open as if the betrayal physically knocked the wind out of him.
Slowly— painstakingly slowly— his arms dropped to his sides. His eyes, once full of light and passion, dimmed like a dying star.
Luna, sensing immediate danger, waved her hands frantically. “No, no, no, no! I didn’t mean it! My brain lagged! HOSHI, YOU KNOW I KNOW WHO YOU ARE!”
But it was already too late. Hoshi placed a trembling hand over his heart, inhaling sharply through his nose as if she had physically stabbed him.
“You…” He swallowed, shaking his head in disbelief. “You think… Dino made this choreography?”
Luna panicked. “NO, NO, I—”
He dramatically took a step back, clutching his chest. “AFTER EVERYTHING I’VE TAUGHT YOU. AFTER EVERYTHING WE’VE BEEN THROUGH.”
“SOONYOUNG-AH, PLEASE.”
“DO I MEAN NOTHING TO YOU?” His voice cracked for effect. “AM I JUST A DANCE MACHINE TO YOU? A BACKGROUND CHARACTER? A… A REPLACEMENT??”
Luna was suffering at this point. “OH MY GOD, IT WAS A MISTAKE, STOP BEING DRAMATIC.”
Hoshi gasped like she had slapped him. “DRAMATIC?? ME?? YOU THINK I’M BEING DRAMATIC??”
She groaned, rubbing her temples. “Yes. Because you are.”
He threw his head back, arms spread wide. “I CAN’T BELIEVE THIS.”
Then, out of nowhere, he dropped to the floor in slow motion, one hand reaching for the heavens like he was in the final scene of a tragic musical.
“SOMEONE CALL KWON SOO— I MEAN, LEE CHAN. SINCE HE’S OBVIOUSLY THE NEW PERFORMANCE LEADER.”
Luna let out an exasperated scream. “Kwon Soonyoung. GET. UP.”
But he did not. Instead, he rolled onto his side, curling into the fetal position. “Leave me here. I have no reason to get up. I am but a forgotten relic of the past.”
Luna, now at her limit, bent down and grabbed his face. “KWON SOONYOUNG, IF YOU DO NOT STOP THIS NONSENSE RIGHT NOW, I AM NEVER BUYING YOU TIGER MERCH AGAIN.”
Immediate silence.
His eyes flickered with conflict. His lips parted. He hesitated.
Then, with the speed of lightning, he shot up, completely fine. “Wait, wait, let’s talk about this. Let’s not make rash decisions, our pretty Jiyeonie.”
Luna smirked, crossing her arms. “Oh, now you want to listen?”
Hoshi gave her his most innocent smile, eyes twinkling. “You love me, right? You wouldn’t do this to me, right?”
She sighed, rolling her eyes. “Fine. But if you ever pull that overdramatic mess again, I’m actually switching performance leaders.”
Hoshi gasped, grabbing his chest again. “THE THREATS NEVER END.”
But they both knew he’d never let her live this down.
⍣ ೋ🐈⬛[WONWOO]
Wonwoo was sitting comfortably on the couch, book in one hand, coffee in the other, completely immersed in his own world. The atmosphere was peaceful, quiet, and perfect— until Luna unintentionally shattered the moment with her casual betrayal.
“Hey, Kyeomie, can you pass me my phone?”
There was a brief silence. A very brief silence.
Wonwoo, without even looking up from his book, reached over, grabbed her phone, and handed it to her.
Luna took it absentmindedly before her brain caught up. The realization hit her like a truck. Her eyes widened. Her whole body stiffened.
“…Wait. I just called you Kyeomie, didn’t I?”
Wonwoo, still not looking up, calmly turned a page. “Mm-hmm.”
Luna gawked at him. “And you didn’t even react?!”
He finally looked up, blinking at her with his usual unreadable expression. “Was I supposed to?”
She threw her hands up. “YES?? MOST PEOPLE WOULD BE OFFENDED. OR CONFUSED. OR LITERALLY ANYTHING.”
Wonwoo simply shrugged, sipping his coffee. “It’s not a big deal. Names are just words, anyway.”
Luna stared at him in disbelief. “‘Names are just words’— DO YOU EVEN HEAR YOURSELF?”
He blinked again, completely unfazed. “Yes. I think I have good hearing.”
She groaned, dragging a hand down her face. “You’re impossible.”
Wonwoo just went back to reading. “And yet, you’re still here.”
Luna dramatically flopped onto the couch next to him. “I feel like I just committed a crime, and you’re making me suffer by not even caring.”
Wonwoo smirked slightly, not looking up. “Would you rather I make a scene? Roll on the floor? Fake cry? Because I can.”
She squinted at him. “You would not.”
He turned another page, his expression neutral. “You’ll never know.”
Luna huffed. “Fine. But if I ever hear you accidentally call me by the wrong name, I’m holding it against you for life.”
Wonwoo chuckled lightly. “Duly noted, Kyeomie.”
Luna smacked his arm. Wonwoo, still expressionless, took another sip of coffee.
SERVE WELL, MY LOVE! (ok… bye.)
⍣ ೋ🍚[WOOZI]
Woozi was in the studio, hunched over his computer, headphones on, completely focused on fine-tuning the latest track. The glow from the screen highlighted the intense concentration on his face, fingers flying across the keyboard as he adjusted the sound levels.
Luna, sitting on the couch behind him, casually stretched and yawned. “Hey, Hannie, do you want me to grab you a coffee?”
Woozi, without hesitation and without even turning around, simply nodded. “Yeah, sure. Thanks.”
A solid five seconds passed before Luna’s brain processed what she had just said.
Her eyes widened in horror, her entire body freezing as if she had just committed the ultimate sin.
“Oh my god. I CALLED YOU HANNIE!”
Woozi didn’t react. He was still adjusting the track levels, completely unfazed. “Yeah, you did.”
Luna scrambled forward, gripping the edge of his desk. “YOU DON’T EVEN CARE??”
Woozi let out a small sigh, finally pushing his headphones down to rest around his neck. He turned slightly, giving her the most unimpressed look known to mankind. “Jiyeon-ah. I barely care about my own name, why would I care about someone else’s?”
She gaped at him. “WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN??”
He shrugged, already turning back to his computer. “It means names are just sounds. You could’ve called me ‘Chair’ and I still would’ve said yes if coffee was involved.”
Luna groaned, dramatically throwing herself back onto the couch. “Why are you and Wonwoo like this? Are you two in some secret society of people who just don’t care about anything??”
Woozi, clicking through his project file, didn’t even hesitate. “Yeah. It’s called ‘Minding Our Own Business.’”
Luna sat up, pointing at him. “Well, you better mind this— if you ever call me the wrong name, I’m going to throw your guitar out the window.”
Woozi actually paused for the first time. He slowly turned his chair to face her, his eyes narrowed slightly. “You wouldn’t dare.”
Luna smirked. “Oh? So now names matter?”
He let out a deep sigh, rubbing his temple. “Fine. I acknowledge my name. Happy now?”
She grinned. “Very.”
A beat of silence. Then—
“…So, are you actually getting me coffee, or was that just a slip of the tongue because you thought I was your boy toy?”
“Shut up.” Luna groaned, but she was already grabbing her wallet. “You’re lucky I respect you.”
Woozi simply smirked, pushing his headphones back on. “I know.”
⍣ ೋ🐸[THE8]
Minghao was peacefully sipping tea, one leg crossed over the other, while flipping through an art book.
The afternoon was quiet, the vibes immaculate, the energy balanced— until Luna casually shattered his Zen.
“Hey, Junnie, can you pass me the remote?”
Without even looking up, Minghao reached over, grabbed the remote, and handed it to her.
Luna took it absentmindedly before her brain short-circuited. Her eyes widened. Her soul left her body.
“OH MY GOD. I JUST CALLED YOU JUNNIE.”
Minghao calmly turned a page in his book. “Yeah. You did.”
Luna blinked. He didn’t even flinch. “And… you’re just okay with that?”
He shrugged, taking another slow sip of tea. “I mean… I knew what you meant.”
Luna dramatically grabbed his arm. “BUT I MESSED UP YOUR NAME. AREN’T YOU AT LEAST A LITTLE BIT OFFENDED? I WOULD BE.”
Minghao stared at her for a moment, then let out a deep sigh. He slowly set his cup down, closing his book with deliberate care.
And then, in the most monotone voice possible— “Wow. I’m so hurt. This betrayal cuts deep. I may never recover.”
Luna squinted. “Are… are you being sarcastic?”
He pressed a hand over his chest, shaking his head in fake sorrow. “No, no. This is real. My heart aches. The pain is unbearable. I feel lost, abandoned, nameless in this cruel world.”
Luna smacked his arm. “XU MINGHAO. BE SERIOUS.”
He exhaled heavily, looking at her with fake exhaustion. “Jiyeonie. If I got worked up every time someone messed up my name, I’d be dead by now. Do you know how many times people have called me The8 in casual conversation?”
She winced. “Okay, fair. But still! Jun and Minghao aren’t even close!”
He tapped his chin thoughtfully. “Actually, we’re both Chinese. We both have great fashion sense. We both—”
Luna groaned, covering her face. “I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU’RE JUSTIFYING MY MISTAKE.”
He smirked. “Well, someone has to. You’re spiraling.”
Luna crossed her arms, pouting. “Fine. Then I guess you won’t care if I call you something else.”
Minghao tilted his head, intrigued. “Try me.”
She smirked. “Alright. From now on, I’m calling you ‘MingMing.’”
His entire body froze.
Luna’s smirk grew wider. “What? I thought names were no big deal?”
He narrowed his eyes. “Luna. Don’t test me.”
She grinned. “Oh, I’m definitely testing you. MingMing.”
Minghao groaned, grabbing his tea and downing it in one go. “I take back my calm. This is my villain origin story.”
⍣ ೋ🐶[MINGYU]
Mingyu was standing in the kitchen, sleeves rolled up, diligently preparing a snack for himself and Luna.
His concentration was at 100%, tongue slightly poking out in focus as he carefully spread peanut butter onto a slice of bread like it was a Michelin-star meal.
Luna, casually scrolling through her phone on the barstool, absentmindedly called out, “Hey, Cheollie, can you grab me some water?”
Mingyu instantly froze.
Like— spatula still in mid-air, peanut butter dripping onto the counter— frozen.
Slowly, dramatically, he turned around. His big, brown, puppy-dog eyes were already shimmering.
“…What did you just call me?”
Luna, still oblivious, blinked up at him. “Huh? I just asked you to get me—” Her entire soul left her body as realization hit her.
“OH MY GOD. I SAID CHEOLLIE.”
Mingyu gasped so loudly it could’ve shattered glass. His giant hands clutched his chest like he had just been personally victimized.
The betrayal. The sheer pain.
He dramatically staggered backward, hand reaching out like he was in a tragic drama. “Lu-lu-ya… do you… not love me anymore?”
Luna groaned, already burying her face in her hands. “Gyu-Gyu, please—”
“DO YOU THINK I’M JUST SOME OTHER MEMBER TO YOU?” His voice cracked.
Luna lifted her head, about to argue, but was immediately silenced by the way he was pouting. The biggest, saddest, most pitiful pout she had ever seen in her life.
He pointed at himself, looking devastated. “I thought… I was your favorite tall, handsome, ridiculously talented member… But now… I’m just ‘Cheollie’ to you?”
Luna sighed, getting off the stool and walking up to him. “Gyu, you know that’s not true. It was just a mistake! I was distracted!”
“A mistake?” He whispered it like it was a personal attack.
Luna groaned. “Yes! A mistake! Do you think I don’t know who you are?! You’re the biggest person in the room at all times, how could I confuse you with Seungcheol?!”
Mingyu sniffled dramatically. “But… do you still care about me?”
Luna rolled her eyes, knowing what Mingyu needed, she placed her hands on his cheeks, squishing them. “Gyu-gyu. Look at me.”
He blinked, bottom lip still trembling slightly.
“I care about you more than life itself. You’re my favorite golden retriever. My favorite disaster chef. My favorite snack stealer. My favorite giant baby.”
He sniffed again. “Really?”
“Really.” She nodded firmly.
Mingyu’s pout finally turned into a grin. “Okay! Then I forgive you!”
Luna sighed in relief. But then—
He suddenly gasped again. “WAIT. BUT WHAT IF YOU CALL ME ANOTHER MEMBER’S NAME AGAIN?!”
Luna groaned, walking away. “I’M NOT DOING THIS AGAIN, KIM MINGYU.”
He followed after her, grinning. “Lu-lu-ya. JIYEONIE. Do you pinky promise it won’t happen again?”
“PINKY PROMISE ME RIGHT NOW.”
⍣ ೋ⚔️[DK]
The apartment was filled with laughter as Luna and Dokyeom battled it out in a heated game of Mario Kart.
Dokyeom had just shoved a banana peel in Luna’s path, sending her character spiraling, while he zoomed past, cackling like a madman.
Luna, frustrated but determined, leaned forward, gripping her controller. “Oh, you’re gonna pay for that, Wonie!”
Everything stopped.
Dokyeom’s character crashed into a wall. His controller slipped from his fingers. His head turned towards her so fast he nearly gave himself whiplash.
Luna barely had time to realize her mistake before Dokyeom let out a bloodcurdling scream. “WONIE?!”
He clutched his chest, stumbling off the couch like he had just been shot. His knees buckled, and he collapsed onto the floor, face twisted in sheer agony.
“Oh my GOD. She just— she just called me wOniE— AM I NOTHING TO YOU?”
Luna blinked, still gripping her controller. “Wait, what? No, hold on—”
But Dokyeom was already rolling around on the carpet like a man in distress, hands in his hair, eyes wide with betrayal. “I THOUGHT WE WERE CLOSE. I THOUGHT WE HAD SOMETHING SPECIAL. YEARS OF FRIENDSHIP, GONE IN SECONDS.”
He suddenly gasped, sitting upright with horror. “WAIT. DOES THIS MEAN I’M JUST A BACKGROUND CHARACTER TO YOU?”
Luna groaned, rubbing her temples. “Dokyeomie, please—”
“NO NO NO. DON’T TRY TO FIX IT NOW,” he wailed, dramatically flopping onto the couch like an abandoned Victorian bride.
Then, suddenly— “Wait… does this mean I’m as cool as Wonwoo?”
Luna sighed. “That’s what you’re taking from this?”
He immediately sat up, beaming. “You think I have Wonwoo’s energy? That means I’m cool. A RAP GOD. A LEGEND.”
Luna gave him a deadpan look. “Or it just means I was distracted and called you the wrong name.”
He gasped again, placing a hand on his forehead. “THERE IT IS AGAIN. THE DAGGER TO MY HEART.”
Luna finally snapped.
“OH MY GOD, LEE SEOKMIN, I KNOW WHO YOU ARE! I DON’T KNOW WHY YOUR MAKNG A DEAL OUT OF THIS— NO ONE CALLS YOU YOUR REAL NAME ANYMORE! I JUST MESSED UP. YOU’RE LOUD, YOU’RE DRAMATIC, YOU HAVE THE SUNNIEST SMILE, AND YOU LAUGH LIKE YOU’RE CLINICALLY INSANE. HAPPY?”
Dokyeom blinked. Then grinned. “Yeah, actually. Thanks for noticing.”
Luna groaned, throwing a pillow at him.
Dokyeom caught it effortlessly, hugging it to his chest. “But just so you know… this moment will haunt me forever.”
Luna rolled her eyes. “I bet you’ll forget in five minutes.”
Dokyeom dramatically looked out the window, voice soft, melancholic. “I shall never recover from this wound…”
Five minutes later, he was giggling at a TikTok Luna showed him.
The recovery time was miraculous.
⍣ ೋ🍊[SEUNGKWAN]
Luna and Seungkwan were in the practice room, taking a break after a grueling vocal session. Seungkwan was lying flat on his back, dramatically fanning himself with a random piece of paper, while Luna scrolled through her phone, mindlessly sipping on her iced coffee.
“Hey, Hoshi, can you pass me my water bottle?” Luna asked without looking up.
The silence that followed was loud.
Too loud.
Seungkwan slowly sat up. His head turned toward Luna with the precision of a horror movie villain.
His eyes— wide. Unblinking.
The bombastic side eye that could reduce a person to dust.
Luna finally glanced up, instantly freezing when she was met with Seungkwan’s expression.
Oh. Oh no.
His voice came out deadly calm. “What. Did. You. Just. Call. Me?”
Luna gulped. “…Hoshi?”
Seungkwan’s hand flew to his chest like he had just been personally assassinated. “HOSHI?! HOSHI?! OUT OF ALL PEOPLE? YOU CALLED ME HOSHI?!”
Luna shrank back, gripping her iced coffee like it was a lifeline. “Kwanie, I swear, it was a mistake—”
“No. NO. I SEE HOW IT IS.” He stood up, arms crossed, shoulders squared, already launching into a full rant. “First of all, how DARE you confuse me with Hoshi? Do I look like I bounce off walls 24/7? DO I LOOK LIKE A FULLY CHARGED BATTERY?”
Luna blinked. “I—”
“Second of all, if you were going to mistake me for someone, WHY HIM? WHY NOT JOSHUA? OR JEONGHAN? OR EVEN MINGYU? ANYONE BUT HIM.”
Luna, still in shock, just stared. “…Are you fighting with Hoshi right now?”
“THAT’S NOT THE POINT,” Seungkwan snapped before dramatically pacing the room. “But since you asked— YES, I AM. HE ATE THE LAST BAG OF CHIPS THIS MORNING AFTER I TOLD HIK IT WAS MINE AND THEN HAD THE AUDACITY TO SMILE AT ME LIKE HE DIDN’T JUST COMMIT A CRIME. AND NOW YOU’RE OUT HERE CALLING ME HIS NAME? I FEEL SICK TO MY STOMACH.”
Luna looked down at her coffee, suddenly feeling like she wasn’t supposed to be part of this conversation.
Seungkwan wasn’t done. “DO I EVEN LOOK LIKE A HORANGHAE PERSON?” He did a halfhearted, barely committed tiger hand gesture. “DO YOU SEE HOW UNNATURAL THIS LOOKS?!”
Luna covered her mouth, trying not to laugh.
Seungkwan saw and gasped dramatically, pointing a finger at her. “OH, SO NOW YOU THINK IT’S FUNNY. YOU RUINED MY DAY AND NOW YOU’RE LAUGHING?!”
Luna finally broke, wheezing into her hands. “Kwanie, I am so sorry, please, you have to understand—”
“Nope. You can’t take it back.” He huffed, grabbing his water bottle and plopping onto the floor, pouting with the intensity of a child denied a toy. “You and Hoshi can go live happily ever after. I’ll just be here. Alone. In pain.”
Luna sighed, sliding next to him. “Come on, Seungkwannis, you know I love you. You’re my favorite chaos gremlin. My sass king. The most talented, dramatic, beautiful man I know.”
Seungkwan flipped his hair. “Good. Now never let that happen again. Ever. Or I’m telling Jeonghannie the time you broke one of his Legos and dragged me to build it with you before he returned.”
“NO YOU WON’T!”
⍣ ೋ🐢[VERNON]
The SEVENTEEN members were lounging in Seungcheol’s place after a long day of practice.
Vernon, as usual, had his earphones in, bobbing his head to some obscure rap track, completely in his own world, while Luna scrolled through her phone, mindlessly swiping through social media.
Luna, still distracted, was trying to get Vernon’s attention. She noticed him humming along, eyes closed, completely absorbed in the music. She decided it would be a good time to ask him to pass her the remote.
“Hey, Gyu—” Luna started, before quickly realizing her slip-up. She blinked, realizing she’d just called Vernon by Mingyu’s name.
Vernon, lost in the groove, didn’t hear her the first time, nor did he realize what happened. He didn’t even look up from his phone.
Luna paused mid-sentence, watching him, then tried again a little louder. “Hansol-ah? Nonnie!CHWE HANSOL!”
Still no response. Vernon was deep into his zone, tapping his foot and nodding to the beat, fully disconnected from reality.
Frustrated, Luna tossed her pillow at his head. The pillow hit Vernon’s earphones and bounced off his cheek.
Vernon, now a little startled, took off his earphones, looked over at Luna, and gave her a nonchalant wave. “Sup.”
Luna blinked, trying to figure out how to navigate this now— awkward—situation. “I was gonna ask you to hand me the remote but I just called you Mingyu by accident… but I swear it was a mistake.”
Vernon shrugged, leaning back on the couch. “Cool.”
Luna stood frozen for a second, mouth slightly open, trying to process how Vernon didn’t even bat an eye at the fact that she called him the wrong name. “That’s it?”
Vernon nodded, still casually texting. “It’s cool. I mean, I didn’t even hear you. I was busy, you know, doing stuff.”
Luna narrowed her eyes. “You had earphones on. You literally did not hear a word I said. You didn’t even realize it was a mistake.”
“Yeah, but you’re fine,” Vernon replied, glancing up with that same deadpan expression. “It’s cool.”
Luna stared at him for a few moments, completely unsure of what to do next. She could either laugh at how ridiculously nonchalant he was or strangle him. She chose to raise her hands in defeat.
“You know what? Fine. I’m just going to go take a nap.”
Vernon nodded once, still scrolling through his phone. “Cool.”
As Luna walked away, she turned back to see Vernon still bopping his head, completely unbothered. She muttered under her breath, “Is that the only word he knows?”
On another day, Luna would tell the members that Vernon was the king of nonchalance— he was literally unbothered by everything, no matter how chaotic.
He could sit through a hurricane and still ask for snacks afterward.
⍣ ೋ🦦[DINO]
Luna and Dino were hanging out and chatting about random things. Luna was sitting on the couch, scrolling through her phone, while Dino was sitting next to her, fiddling with his headphones and occasionally laughing at something on his own.
Out of nowhere, Luna looked up, wanting to ask Dino about his upcoming solo photoshoot. In her distracted state, she blurted out, “Hansolie, when is that shoot of yours?”
Dino immediately froze, his eyes widening in mock disbelief. He turned slowly toward her, his lips forming a pout. “Excuse me? Did you just call me Hansol ?”
Luna’s face went pale. She had meant to call him by his name, but in her moment of confusion, she slipped up. “Oh my god, I’m sorry, Channie, I—”
Before she could finish, Dino crossed his arms dramatically, tilting his head to the side with a theatrical flair. “Wow. Really, Noona? I can’t believe you. You’re calling me Hansolie now? The disrespect.”
Luna burst out laughing, immediately apologizing, but Dino wasn’t done yet. “I’m your baby, Noona! You can’t just go around calling me the wrong name! I am your baby, remember that!”
Just as Luna was trying to control her laughter, Jeonghan walked by, overhearing the commotion. With his usual mischievous grin, he interjected, “That’s my line, Dino-ya. You’re not the only Jiyeonie’s baby.”
Dino snapped his head toward Jeonghan, eyes narrowing. “Oh, please, hyung. I already have noona. What do you want from me?” He deadpanned, rolling his eyes as Jeonghan laughed at his response.
Luna, still trying to calm down from laughing, now had to deal with two drama queens. “You guys are so extra! Dino, stop pouting. It was an honest mistake!”
Dino poked out his bottom lip and stared at her, unrelenting. “It was an honest mistake, but that doesn’t mean you should forget that I’m your baby!”
He then pointed at Jeonghan dramatically. “And this guy, here, needs to stop acting like he has a claim on me!”
Jeonghan, still smirking, winked at Luna. “Well, Dino, I don’t know. You’ve got that baby face, but I don’t know if you’re the real deal. I might just have to claim you back. Remind me again— who’s a baby are you?”
Dino scoffed, dramatically flipping his hair back. “I’m done!”
Luna was trying to hold back her giggles, but it was impossible now. She rubbed Dino’s head gently and apologized once more, “I’m so sorry, my Dino, really. I didn’t mean it. You are my baby.”
Dino brightened up immediately, his pout disappearing as he leaned into her touch. “I knew you’d remember eventually. But seriously, Noona, don’t forget my title again.”
Jeonghan, not one to let the moment pass without making a joke, tapped Dino’s shoulder. “Dino, you didn’t answer me. Do you know whose baby you are? I think you might need a reminder.”
Dino turned to Jeonghan, narrowing his eyes as if he had just had enough. “Are we really going to do this again, Jeonghan? Can’t you just let me have this? You don’t have to butt in every time I get some attention.”
Luna leaned back on the couch, arms crossed as she watched the two of them bicker. “You know, this is the kind of chaos I was trying to avoid. You two are literally like children.”
Dino didn’t seem to mind, though, as he grinned widely at her, now fully back in his playful mood. “Well, I’m just your baby. I can’t help it!”
Jeonghan grinned, his eyes sparkling mischievously. “You two are going to make my head explode. Honestly, you’re both my babies. I’m claiming you both.”
Luna sighed, looking between the two. “You know what? I’ve had enough of this. I’m going to the kitchen. You both stay here and fight over who’s the real man-child.”
As Luna left the room, Dino, who had forgotten about the situation, suddenly shouted after her. “Hey! Don’t forget about me, Noona! I’m your baby!”
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haii everynyan im computer science guy here to explain the terminal commands Kinger inputs in the terminal sequence for anyone unfamiliar BELOW THA CUT! VVV
Here's the first of the screens. Not much to discuss here
"Initializing telnet connection": Telnet is an old and mostly obsolete program used to connect to a computer remotely. Basically, it allows someone with the right user and password to log into a different computer from far away. The "host" refers to the name of the computer that is being connected to - in this case, "circus digital".
(A side note is that Kinger is working on a Windows computer but seems to be connected to a Unix system in this sequence.)
'Login' and 'pass' are self-explanatory. "kinger@circus" will show up at the beginning of the commands for the rest of this sequence. 'kinger' is the username, and 'circus' shows the host name.
'whoami' is a common command that shows information about the account you're logged into. In this scenario, I think Kinger is using it to verify he has administrator permissions.
This one has a lot more to dig into.
'grep AI-Location': grep is short for Get Regular Expression. It's like a Ctrl-F, or search function, but for files. Kinger is searching for the keyphrase 'AI-Location' to find where the processes running Caine are located on the system, and the next four lines are files where this keyphrase is found.
The '/secured/' bit, I'm not entirely sure, but I think this is an error. The output that you see below is what you would get from running the 'ls -l' command. So, I'll go with that:
'ls -l /secured/': Lists all files and directories in the /secured/ folder. The names of the files are "caine-core.lisp", "paraphernalia-engine.dat", "[Scratch].dat", "[Ragatha].dat" (here there's an ellipses, indicating not all the files were listed to save space), "wacky-watch.c", and "bubble-chef.lisp". If you're curious, 'lisp' and 'c' are file endings for files with code, and 'dat' is for data files.
'stop caine process': There's no 'stop' command in Unix systems so this is probably a custom macro (or, from a Doylist perspective, an audience-understandable command). Then Kinger gets an error, presumably from Caine.
'user/bin/gdb': Kinger trying to debug the code (using gdb, a debugger program) in the 'clisp' file at the end of that line, but his permission is denied by the 'AI defense system'.
'chmod 000': Kinger trying to make the file 'caine-core.lisp' inaccessible to everyone on the system but him, but he lacks the permission to change who is allows to access the file.
The 'Unfinished work detected' is, in my experience, not a real warning and probably a bit of artistic license.
'rm paraphernalia-engine.dat': removing paraphernalia-engine, probably because it's whatever's holding Kinger back from using chmod, or he at least suspects that. The error after this one is also story-based artistic license.
'mount': Kinger trying to connect an external hard drive? 'Mount' refers to, basically, connecting the file system to the computer to the computer access to those files. Maybe he's trying to connect to a hard drive he knows exists in the physical world with some helpful files.
I'll stop remarking on the all-caps notes and anything that appears to be straight-up from Caine. But 'WACKYTIME_LOCKOUT' is probably a program that will lock out intruders (i.e. Kinger) to keep them from modifying the code.
'systemctl stop WACKYTIME_LOCKOUT': I won't explain all of systemctl but this is essentially just an attempt to kill the lockout program so Kinger can continue his work.
'./GreenGROUNDS --daemon --target=torment_injection': GreenGROUNDS is a custom program (and a retort to Caine's "on what GROUNDS" remark). I can't say exactly what it does, but I'm assuming it's something it has something to do with this 'torment injection' that comes up once more later.
'./securitysweep_stealth': Another custom program, I assume. Probably does what it says -- checks for security faults without alerting intruders. This triggers or finds some kind of 'fallback procedure', which Kinger opts to kill, with multiple attempts when his admin password doesn't work.
This part is harder to see, but the computer asks Kinger to choose a backup he wants to run (a backup of what? Caine? I'm not sure) and when he selects C, the computer ignores him for unknown reasons.
What I can gather of this last one is that the computer 'interprets' Kinger's 'C' selection as a command to delete Caine. "Confirm deletion of current unstab[le]..." seems to be asking Kinger if he wants to kill Caine, or the processes that make him up.
After that, it says 'Negative response, Inverting to ... tive per emergen ... otocols!' I'm guessing this is 'Inverting to positive per emergency protocls', essentially ignoring Kinger's request and changing his NO to a YES.
Caine asks what I assume is 'Do you want this module to exist'? And Kinger says Y(es), but the system overrides him once again. Kinger runs a 'switcheroo' program and again, the target is 'torment_injection'.
The computer asks if he wants to delete Caine, and he types Y. Instantly, he tries to fix this by initiating an ABORT sequence, then hitting Control+C (which kills processes running in a terminal window).
Then the lockout system finishes and Caine is deleted at the same time.
I love computers but I am also fallible so if anyone has any corrections, please put them in the notes xo xo
Back during the great recession I actually had a reputation for writing great resumes. People would bring me their resumes and I'd pretty them up and they'd get jobs. It really depends on your industry and I'm specifically versed in accounting. Here's my general advice:
One page only, broken into sections. Look up resume templates. It needs to be clean and free from any spelling errors.
Make a no pressure first draft in a word document listing out all your job duties at your previous positions.
Take each job duty and polish, embellish, and jargon it up. Then, edit it down to as few words as possible. Even embellished, it should be true, and you should be able to explain in plain language what it means.
Instead of "strengths" make a "core competencies" section. Don't be vague and say "organization" or "communication". Instead list specific skills related to your industry. For example, on my resume some of my core competencies include "Vendor Relations & Issue Resolution" and "Full Cycle Payment Processing".
If your job involves software, create an entire section listing out your programs experience. This is really important to recruiters.
Include statistics if you have them. For example, I listed the amount of invoices processed in a year and the % paid on time. Recruiters love numbers.
This didn't exist during the great recession, but use AI for feedback. But, don't copy and paste exactly what it says. Use your own words. If AI mocks up something for you that you can't explain in plain language then it will hurt your chances.
If you know someone who is good at editing and writing, ask them to review. Or even if they're not. Another set of eyes is extremely valuable. You may have blindspots about what makes sense on paper and what doesn't.
tricked into a marriage booth with yachi.
wc: 1.4k
perks of being my friend is this, any fic for your imagination 😭 req by @kkenaori
the air in the karasuno high school hallway smelled like cheap chocolate, desperation, and the lingering scent of kageyama’s milk carton. it was a minefield. yachi was currently vibrating at a frequency usually reserved for tectonic plates or hummingbirds on an espresso bender. she was trying to blend into the locker bank, hoping that if she stood still enough, she would simply become part of the school’s infrastructure.
this was a survival tactic. today was valentine’s day, and yachi’s heart was currently doing backflips over a barbed-wire fence. specifically, it was doing backflips for you.
you were currently walking toward the gym, looking entirely too pleasant. it was offensive, really. how dare you have hair that looked that soft? how dare your uniform fit you in a way that made her brain short-circuit into a series of error messages? every time you breathed in her general vicinity, yachi felt like she was being hit by a freight train made of marshmallows and pure, unadulterated longing.
"y/n!" a voice boomed, sounding far too energetic for a school afternoon.
yachi’s eyes widened. it was the chaos trio: tanaka, nishinoya, and hinata. they were huddled together like a group of gremlins plotting the downfall of a kingdom. before she could dive into a nearby trash can to hide, she felt a hand grab her shoulder.
"yachi! just the person we needed!" tanaka grinned, his face looking suspiciously like a mischievous gargoyle.
"wait, no, i have papers to—"
too late. she was swept up in the whirlwind. before she could process the physics of what was happening, she was being shoved into a makeshift wooden structure at the end of the hall. it was the "marriage booth," a local festival staple that the volleyball club had hijacked for their own chaotic purposes.
and then, the door clicked shut behind her.
yachi turned around, her soul nearly leaving her body. there you were. standing in the dim light of the booth, looking confused and ruggedly handsome in a way that made her want to scream into a pillow for forty-eight hours straight.
"oh, hey yachi," you said, your voice smooth as butter on a hot pancake. "did they get you too?"
yachi made a sound that could only be described as a teapot reaching its boiling point. "i—uh—yes! trapped! we are trapped in the box of matrimonial doom! i’m so sorry, y/n! i’ll pay for your therapy! i’ll build you a statue as an apology for this indignity!"
you chuckled, scratching the back of your neck. the sound of your laugh was yachi’s favorite song. she wanted to record it and play it on a loop until her ears fell off. she wanted to bottle the scent of your laundry detergent and sell it as a premium fragrance. she was, quite frankly, a goner. she was a puddle of goo on the floor of your existence.
"it’s fine, really," you said, leaning against the plywood wall. "it’s kind of cozy in here. better than being chased by nishinoya with those heart-shaped stickers."
yachi’s brain was currently processing the phrase 'cozy in here.' cozy. with her.
she felt like she was being cooked in a microwave on the 'popcorn' setting. her thoughts were a chaotic mess of he’s so close and if i accidentally touch his arm i will literally explode into a shower of confetti. she watched you. she couldn't help it. she watched the way your eyes crinkled when you looked at her. she noticed a small stray thread on your sweater and felt an overwhelming urge to jump off a bridge because of how cute it was. she wanted to dedicate her entire life to making sure you never had a stray thread ever again. she wanted to be your personal bodyguard, your chef, your dedicated fan club president, and your wife, all at the same time.
the booth was narrow, and the walls were covered in tacky red streamers that smelled like glue. through the cracks in the wood, you could hear the muffled chaos of the valentine’s festival outside—the "message in a bottle" booth run by the drama club and the smell of sugared crepes from the home ec room.
"they really went all out on the decorations," you observed, pointing at a plastic 'certificate' taped to the wall that declared you and yachi 'officially hitched until the end of the lunch period.'
yachi stared at the paper as if it were a holy relic. "wedded! we are wedded in the eyes of the volleyball club! the paperwork is going to be a nightmare! i don't even have a dowry! would you accept a collection of high-quality mechanical pencil lead and some lukewarm sports drink?"
"i'd take the sports drink," you teased, stepping a bit closer. the booth was small. really small. your shoulders were almost touching hers. yachi’s skin felt like it was being electrified by a million tiny, benevolent lightning bolts.
"you're really quiet today, yachi," you noted, tilting your head.
"my lungs have ceased function!" she squeaked, waving her hands frantically. "i’m currently operating on backup batteries and sheer willpower! the oxygen in this booth is being consumed by my internal screaming!"
you laughed again, and the sound reverberated in the small space, vibrating right through yachi’s ribs. she felt like a frantic kitten being offered a warm bowl of milk. she was desperate to be near you, yet terrified that her very existence might be too loud, too much, or too weird for someone as grounded as you.
"yachi," you said, your tone dropping into something more serious, something that made her knees feel like they were made of overcooked noodles. "look at me."
she looked. she had no choice. your eyes were like gravity, pulling her in until she was orbiting your soul.
"i've been trying to find a way to tell you this without the guys hovering over us," you admitted. your thumb brushed over her knuckles, a sensation so divine yachi thought she might actually transcend this mortal plane and become a constellation. "but being stuck in this booth? it’s actually the best part of my day."
yachi’s heart wasn't just beating; it was performing a drum solo that would put professional musicians to shame. she felt a sudden, fierce wave of bravery. it was the kind of bravery you get right before you jump out of a plane.
"y/n," she started, her voice trembling but determined. "if you were a star, i would spend my entire life building a telescope just to look at you. if you were a book, i would memorize every single comma. i think—i think i’m so far gone for you that i’ve forgotten where the ground is. you’re like... the sun. and i’m just a tiny, very nervous sunflower."
you stared at her, stunned for a heartbeat, before a massive, genuine grin broke across your face.
"a sunflower, huh?" you pulled her hand up, pressing a quick, soft kiss to her knuckles.
yachi’s brain officially evaporated. she was no longer a human girl; she was a collection of happy atoms vibrating in a school blazer.
"then i guess it's a good thing i've always wanted a garden," you murmured.
"i'll grow anything for you!" she blurted out, her face a shade of red that outdid the streamers. "i'll grow prize-winning tomatoes! i'll grow a forest! i'll become a botanical expert by tonight!"
outside, the muffled sounds of hinata cheering and tanaka weeping with joy echoed through the wood, but yachi didn't care. she was too busy trying to memorize the exact temperature of your hand against hers, realizing that the marriage booth was, in fact, the greatest invention in human history.
she leaned her head against your shoulder, a shaky, happy sigh escaping her lips.
"i'm going to make you so many bento boxes that you'll forget what hunger even feels like," she whispered into your sleeve.
"i'm counting on it," you replied, squeezing her hand tight.
the booth door creaked open, spilling light into their private world as the 'priest'—a very teary-eyed sugawara—proclaimed the ceremony finished. but neither of you moved immediately. yachi was exactly where she wanted to be: anchored to the person who made her world stop spinning and start shining.
as you both stepped out into the chaotic, pink-hued hallway, she didn't let go of your hand. instead, she held on with the grip of a drowning person who had just found a very handsome life raft.
"so," you said, swinging your joined hands. "want to go hit the crepe booth? my wife must be hungry."
yachi made a sound like a punctured balloon, her soul floating somewhere near the ceiling. "wife! he said the w-word! yes, crepes! i will buy you every crepe in the prefecture!"
you laughed, pulling her closer as you walked through the crowd, yachi following you with an expression of pure, unadulterated worship.
n: was giggling so hard while writing this that i choked harshly and almost died.
It's time that we want to talk about the Aldarian text that shows up throughout the game! Have you seen it around? Did you know that it's translatable?! Spoilers in this one: the "gossip" mechanic, the Saturday Market V.2 vendors
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Let's compile our examples! We'll start with the places you can find text around Mistria. We have the sign over the forge, the Sweetwater Farm sign, the town event sign, and the text in the grocery store.
These examples are of varying resolution and it's a very small sampling to work off of. Let's pull up a few more! Here's the labels for the museum collections:
Alright, best for last - the greatest source of Aldarian text with easy one-to-one translatablility is the gossip portraits that you get when you talk to Elsie! Here's a sampling:
We know for sure what these translate to (character names), we have lots of examples, and we can then carry over what we learn from these to the signs before!
The first two things that I noticed were 1. the number of characters is less than it takes in English (first thought was that the text might be phonetic - not entirely correct!) 2. the same symbol is used to end "March" and "Fish" so there might be places where different sounds (ch and sh) are considered 'close enough' and use the same symbol. Keeping those in mind and looking through similarities, it wasn't too hard to start right in.
I'm not going to run you through the whole process, but as someone who hasn't done this sort of thing before, it wasn't terribly difficult to figure out what was going on (with enough trial and error and after eventually collecting enough gossip portraits examples); the text is focused on consonants. There is only a single vowel character, and it is exclusively used at the beginning of names. Doubling up of English characters is ignored for Aldarian - ie, Errol only has one R symbol in his name in Aldarian text. A few symbols are shared between sounds: CH and SH use the same symbol, and T and TH also share a character.
Here is the written example of the Aldarian alphabet (please excuse my handwriting!):
Notes: There aren't any examples of a hard G sound (like in Granola, as opposed to the soft G of Orange) so I cannot say if that would use an existing symbol or a new one. The Y symbol has a specifying (yuh) here because the symbol isn't used any time a Y appears - It is silent in Darcy because the Y sounds like "ee", while a the symbol appears in Terithia as the end to represent the sharp "yuh" that the "ia" sounds out. Also, we just don't have some sounds yet. No X names in the game!
After transcribing and translating the names, we can go back to the signs. (I am going to use an asterisk * to symbolize the starting vowel when typing). The town sign says *VNT (event), the forge sign says FRG (forge), Hayden's farm is labelled SWTWTR FRM (Sweetwater Farm). We can see that the museum signs say ARKLG, FSH, FLR, and *NSKT (archaeology, fish, flora, and insect). And then, finally, the grocery signs, which... are very small. Here are my transcriptions of all the character names that get portraits and the signs:
There is still room for interpretation of how some of the names are said, but I will note that this seems to confirm that Louis' name is pronounced "Loo-ee" rather than "Loo-iss" as there is no S symbol, Just LW (a previous point of contention between me and Galena). You'll also notice I struggled with some of the grocery signs! The text on those signs is at a very low resolution, so some characters took me a while to puzzle out (the spiral T symbol was especially hard to parse) and some still elude me. Some of the signs don't match their contents, so context only gets me so far... If you can make any sense of them, please let me know!!
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I hope that this was interesting! I tried to make sure that between the portraits and the signs there was at least one example of each character and the different ways they're used (i.e. both uses of the ch/sh character), so hopefully you can double check my alphabet using the pictures I've provided. I had a lot of fun translating the examples of text that we have, and I've been wondering if knowing this writing system might be helpful for the second one found elsewhere in the game... We'll talk about that one here soon!
Well, it’s getting trans-late, so I’m signing off. I wonder if you can guess witch topic we'll cover next...?
