In peacetime, the ruler grows their hair long. In war, they cut it short.
A ruler with long hair is held in great esteem, for defending the peace.
The traditional declaration of war is for the ruler to send their cut-off hair to the enemy ruler. The statement carries greater weight the longer the hair: to receive long hair says that you have angered one who is slow to anger, that you have incurred a wrath not easily woken.
Violent war-mongering leader frantically and aggressively tries to shave just a LITTLE hair off the top of their head into an envelope.
A faraway king receives a heavy wooden crate filled with a coil of the longest hair he has ever seen.
A despised ruler finds hundreds of pounds of cut-off ponytails at her castle entrance, each one belonging to her own people.
A young emperor refuses to cut their hair and insists on trying to make peace with invaders. The enemy leader steps forward, draws their blade, and cuts the emperor’s hair themselves.
Hellen cuts her hair off and throws it in Cathy’s face at her son’s soccer scrimmage.
fake rpg enemies!!!!
(…or maybe friends…?)
things you can do in the new Assassin’s Creed:
- RIDE A FUCKING CAMEL
- SHOOT SEVERAL ARROWS AT THE SAME TIME
- CONTROL A WHOLE EAGLE WHY DONT U
- CLIMB EVERYTHING EVEN YOUR OWN GRANDMA
- BE THE FOUNDER OF THE BROTHERHOOD BECAUSE THAT MAKES SENSE IN THE LORE. RIGHT????
things you can’t do in the new assassin’s creed:
- play a female assassin
- be female and an assassin
- play a woman who kills people
aka the Campaign Podcast fic I’ve been writing for the past few weeks. De-anoning because I loved writing this so much. The entirety of the fic should be on Ao3 by the end of this week.
Fandom: Campaign (Podcast)
Words: 1,577 (so far)
Relationship(s): Bacta & Sian Jeisel
Warnings: canon typical violence, angst, body-swap
This must be a nightmare. He’s missed a dose of lesai and he’s crashed hard. That’s the only thing that makes sense. Bacta keeps staring in the mirror, but it’s Sian’s face staring back.
Sian touches a hand to her face - to Bacta’s face, really - and really looks. It looks nearly a decade older than she’s ever known it. There’s still a handsomeness to it, but there are worry lines starting to make their presence known. The eyes aren’t as bright as she recalls.
(aka, the Your Name AU)