Medieval Castle Stairs Were Often Built To Ascend In Narrow, Clockwise Spirals So Right-handed Castle

Medieval castle stairs were often built to ascend in narrow, clockwise spirals so right-handed castle defenders could use their swords more easily. This design put those on the way up at a disadvantage (unless they were left-handed). The steps were also uneven to give defenders the advantage of anticipating each step’s size while attackers tripped over them. Source Source 2 Source 3

This is the dystopian society where Canada has taken over the world. Everyone is extremely polite, and it’s creepy.

every ot3 has these very important roles:

person a, who runs headlong into crazy bullshit

person b, who acts like they’re too sensible to run headlong into crazy bullshit, but is really just as bad as person a

person c, who actually tries to avoid running headlong into crazy bullshit, but keeps getting dragged into it by the other two anyway

Ominous statement generator

Birth Month:

Jan - The weathered bone

Feb - The stained glass window

Mar - A wolf’s howl

Apr - The fog on the moors

May - The sanctuary of the abandoned cathedral

June - The bloodied locket

July - A scream from within the forest

Aug - The churning sea

Sept - The fire’s last embers

Oct - An old clocktower

Nov - A mountain’s wind

Dec - A saint’s weeping

Color of The Top You’re Wearing*:

Red - smells strongly of flesh and rot.

Orange - is set afire when you look toward it.

Yellow - causes a ringing in your head that grows as you approach it.

Green - offers to make a pact.

Blue - demands a sacrifice.

Violet - causes blood to drip from your eyes.

White - whispers hymns of the old gods gently in your ears.

Grey - hums with grief.

Black - pardons you of your sins.

*if patterned/multicolored, choose the closest base colour, or most prominent.

based off this post

im going to have a stroke

“So you see,” said the Royal Advisor, wringing his hands, “the curse states the princess will die on the night before her twenty-fifth birthday–”

“Hang on,” said the princess, “‘ON the night before’–”

The Advisor nodded grimly.

“So what you’re saying is that, until that one specific date, I am effectively immortal?”

“Technically yes, but then–” the King stammered.

“Wow,” said the princess, who was sixteen and did not possess amazing impulse control. “I’m gonna go teach myself how to juggle chainsaws while hang gliding over shark-infested waters, catch you chuckleheads later.”