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happy halloween

enchantress, disguised as beggar woman: oh please give me shelter from the storm

prince: ha! begone, foul wench. i am a dick to everyone below me in social standing, which is interesting since i seem to be the only nobility for miles. i am very lonely

enchantress: ho ho! i am one of those people with unlimited magical powers who gets bored and goes around teaching people extremely elaborate lessons about stuff they should've picked up when they were 5

prince: oh word. so you don't like, feed the poor or anything

enchantress: well, no

prince: great! neither do i

enchantress: nevertheless. for your hubris, i will curse you and all of your staff!

staff: wait, what

enchantress: they are, after all, effectively your property, and i will emphasize this in the shape of my curse

staff: ?????

enchantress: anyway i'm going to make them all immortal, and make you some kind of hulking werewolf guy

prince:

prince: ok

prince: i'm getting mixed messages here because

enchantress: OH my god

enchantress: fucking monsterfuckers

belle: did someone say—

when i first heard the term "prompt critical" in re: nuclear physics i did not know there were "prompt neutrons", so i didn't know where the term came from. i did assume it was a term of art that would make more sense if i looked it up, but i preferred to just read "prompt" as a kind of intensifier. as a result, my internal narrative has included sentences like "this car is Prompt Fucked" for many years

A personal note: I've been working a lot lately, and it has made me feel rather gross. Things have been on my mind regarding how to make my relationship with work healthier and future employment plans, but I'm not really looking to discuss that at the moment.

For now, I'd like to have enough time to pursue things I'm excited enough about to share here. That's fun! I like it here 🤗