#crassus talks

[marcvslicinivscrassvs]

my son publius wasnt 'known' for being killed by surena's archers what the fuck. he was gaius julius' boy. he led an exceptional cavalry. can we respect my son.

[sforzesco]

coworkers! you know how it is

Marcus Crassus and the Roman Republic, Allen Mason Ward

also this is like (squints) this has happened before. with Pompey, specifically. intriguing, but mostly extremely funny.

additionally: a variation on the same theme, because Pompey wasn't actually around a lot in 65 BCE iirc. rules of stage and narrative always take precedence in a comic, but I'm the kind of person who likes drawing several versions of the same idea, especially if I get to draw fabric folds

pompey: what the fuck is that supposed to mean

bsky ⭐ pixiv ⭐ pillowfort ⭐ cohost

[anisangeldust]

I’ve always wondered by Suzanne Collin’s never went into detail about Coriolanus’ mom. All we know is that Mrs. Snow had long brown hair and she smelled like roses. It took me a but of pondering to realize how genius it is for Suzanne to keep it secret. 1. The book is from Coriolanus’ perspective, and since his mother died sometime before the war, he must’ve been 5 at the oldest. 2. Mrs. Snow is one of the most key points of betrayal in the film, when Lucy gray uses her shawl to trick Coriolanus. 3. Coriolanus doesn’t trust Lucy Gray enough for her to know his mother’s name. She was so dear to him, one of the only things we as readers determine, that he actually loved. The one person Coriolanus was vulnerable about was his mother. And 4. We know his father’s name (Crassus) because that’s who he was. Coriolanus states that he’s sure he loved his father, but he never really knew him. No one did. Crassus wasn’t his father, he was just ‘Crassus Snow’.

[julietasgf]

sejanus and pup harrington are not friends, not enemies, but a third secret thing (forced by their fathers to play together when kids

[softie-rain]

Are you telling me Casca and Crassus liked to hang out ad get drunk at a gay bar and no one [in the Capitol I mean] ever assumed they were gay?

Like

No one? At all?

[firnen-the-teragram-teabag]

Rest in peace Cicero you would've loved twitter

[another-snowjanus-fangirl]

Did anybody notice the parallels between Dean highbottom and sejanus?

Just think about it:

Both highbottom and sejanus were "best friends" with a Snow heir - highottom with crassus, sejanus with coriolanus

They both told this "friend" their biggest secret - highbottom told crassus about the idea of the hunger games and sejanus told coriolanus about the rebels

And then this "friend" betrayed them to one person- dr gaul. Crassus brought gaul an essay to get better grades, coriolanus sent her the jabberjay

They both had their life destroyed because of that. Highbottom became an addict tormented by remorse and Sejanus literally died

They both oppose the hunger games - highbottom didn't do it as plainly as sejanus, but he criticized them too

They both have fragile mental health and suffer from loneliness

And in the end they both die alone and miserable

I don't know if Suzanne meant it to be a deliberate parallel, but for me similarities are striking. I guess that highbottom maybe could see his old self in sejanus and his relationship with Coriolanus. He watched as this innocent boy stares at another snow with awe and wanted to scream, cause he knew how it would end. And he wasn't wrong.

[pomp-quio]

Thank you to @catos-wound for enabling this but the period between Pharsalus and Philippi feels like a fever dream because it is a fever dream. Rome should have died at Pharsalus but Cassius continues to drag the body around in the belief that it can be revived, the Republic can be saved but everyone else can see the corpse for what it is. Cassius, we're just delaying the inevitable because of your lack of genre-awareness.

[catominor]

crassus omega pheromones smell like bergamot btw also. yayyyyy

[attila-werther]

literally I'm so obsessed with this

and they named two of their sons after Marcus Crassus AND Gnaeus Pompeius Magnus? HELLO

[garland-on-thy-brow]

The Death of Caesar (La morte di Cesare) - Gaetano Sertor 1788, translated by me.

Previous scene.

ACT I.

SCENE 7.

Calpurnia and the same.

Caesar. Come, my love.

Calpurnia. My husband, at last I see you. Such a sweet moment repays for so much pain!

Caesar. Next to you I feel my heart overflow with such pleasure! Ah, I missed only you to complete my joy!

Cassius. (Mine shall be to see you dead.)

Caesar. Romans, the good, the glory, the greatness of Rome have always been the sole objects of my efforts. Now, first of all I will direct my cares to setting laws and securing authority. Then I shall like to accomplish other endeavors.

Porcia (quietly to Albinus). Do you hear this?

Albinus. He alone already commands all.

Caesar. In the meantime, I want this day to be given to feasts, to the celebration of the Lupercalia.

Brutus. You did a lot, Caesar, it is true, and you give us a lot to hope for. But at this time Rome, drained of gold and people, wants only peace and liberty.

Caesar. As long as even a single enemy of Rome remains standing, you hope in vain that Caesar shall rest. So swiftly you forget the unavenged shadow of Crassus? And how long will the Parthians gloat over our disasters? And on whom does the implacable vengeance depend, if not on me?

Calpurnia. My husband, and you want to expose yourself to new dangers?

Caesar. Calpurnia, if you love me, then love my glory.

Brutus. The defeated Egypt, Africa, the Gallias and the Hispanias are not enough to satisfy your glory? Is it not time to rest yet?

Caesar. With dishonour, with Rome in danger, how could I rest?

Antony. Who could advise such cowardice?

Cassius. Must we gamble the weakened empire on the dubious outcomes of barbaric battles?

Caesar. Rather, with my victories I want to deprive barbarians of every hope and every route.

Brutus. The grim memories of the Cimbri and the Teutons are still fresh.

Cassius. Nor are the Parthians less fierce than the Cimbri.

Caesar. But do you forget that I am Caesar? The one who subdued the fierce Gauls and the faraway Britons and the ferocious Germans? I retain the same heart, the same soul, and I have never been more certain of victory. Do you not remember the heavenly oracle, that promises you the empire of the world? Yes, yes, o Romans, I am he by whose deeds you will see the whole world subjected to the Capitol, and you will be, thanks to me, the arbiters of the Earth. My valour shows me a new camp of laurels and palms. A god inspires me and calls me to triumph.

(aria) I shall tame the haughty arrogance of every bold soul. Expanding the empire is a task reserved for my valour.

But away with all vexing thoughts on such a beautiful day. Today I am breathing sweet air of love.

I am full of joy next to you, my love - to you, who I adore, who is the light of my eyes, the life of my heart. (exit with Calpurnia and Antony)

[Link to the original, via Corago.]

Original text under the read more.

[marcvslicinivscrassvs]

im marcus licinius crassus

[sforzesco]

CAESAR AUGUSTUS AND MARCUS LICINIUS CRASSUS

this is about the spolia opima that crassus was robbed of lmao. like, yeah okay octavian could've asked him not to claim it, but nevertheless. a kind of theft happened there.

Fact and Fiction: Crassus, Augustus, and the Spolia Opima, Catherine McPherson

[jackietaylorstan]

Can we PLEASE talk about the detail in the movie about how Snow’s dad died in the woods around District 12, because it’s making me insane. I think it was Dr Gaul who said something like he’s “lost in the trees” and I’m absolutely losing my mind over the layers of influence that moment in the forest had on Coryo.

Crassus Snow was lost in the woods of District 12 and was found again within his son. Because it was that moment of finding the guns and going after Lucy Gray that turned Coryo into his father. Where he rejected his mother’s goodness and the life he could’ve had with Lucy Gray and chose to carry out the legacy his father started with the hunger games. Snow lands on top.

[phoward89]

Based on this ask

Young President!Coriolanus Snow x First Lady Wife!Reader

It's no secret that your marriage to your husband, President Coriolanus Snow, is an arranged one. Your father, Colonel Javani Halvir, just happened to be bestfriends with his father, General Crassus Snow, so of course the families had drafted up a marriage contract for the two of you. A contract that was made when you were still little kids.

Of course, when you came of age you got married. The engagement was actually a long one, considering Coriolanus wanted to wait until he graduated the University to get married. You didn't mind tho since it meant you were able to get to know him better due to the longer courtship.

Despite his cold and stoic demeanor, Coriolanus was a really nice man to you. And as time went by he became more and more enchanted with you- well, despite claiming to never love again he truly did fall madly and obsessively in love with you. He always made sure to show you his love and devotion too, whether that be by showering you with gifts or kisses. Whether that be by making sweet love to you or passionately fucking your brains out. But, Coriolanus Snow always made sure that you knew how much you meant to him. Both before and after you said ‘I do’.

But a lot of your so-called ‘friends’, the socialites and wives of other political elites and friends of your husband, would often make little remarks about how awful it must be being married to President Snow since he's such a cold, stoic, hard, hateful, ruthless man. Despite these women being afraid of your husband, they still talked shit about him. And in places they knew you'd overhear too, like in the lady's room at galas, balls, tea parties, etc.

And this afternoon you came home from a charity luncheon for Doctor's Saving Districts very distraught. When your personal maid took a seat next to you on the sofa in your sitting room and asked, “First Lady Y/N, what's the matter? Wasn't the charity luncheon nice?”, you burst into hysterical tears.

“Oh, Beatrice, it was horrible. Completely horrible.” You cry, causing your personal maid to just give you a questioning look. “My friends were gossiping about me and my husband in the bathroom; they said such horrible things.”

“What did they say, First Lady Y/N?” Bianca, your personal maid and friend in the Presidential Palace, asked while wrapping her arms around you, pulling you into a hug.

“That it must be horrible being married to the president since he's such a cold, stern, stoic man.” You told your maid the exact words you heard Livia Heavensbee nee Cardew tell your friend Megara in the ladies room this afternoon.

Before Bianca could say any words of sympathy to you, you begin to break down and cry. “They assume he's a cold and hateful husband when he's not. And they think I'm miserable when I'm happy with him.”

Unknown to you, Coriolanus has finished his meeting earlier than expected and decided to pay you a visit in the living quarters of the Presidential Palace to inquire about the charity luncheon you attended today. Your husband was very proud of you for being such an avid philanthropist. Your kind heart and sunshine disposition made your inner beauty rival that of your putter beauty; it made the president love you even more than he thought possible.

So, when Coriolanus walks into the sitting room only to be met with the sight of your crying, crumpled form being held by your personal maid and friend, he's very concerned. But when he hears your sob ridden voice hiccup, “My friends assume that Coryo doesn't love me because of his proper and stern disposition he displays in public and it hurts. But what hurts more is that they assume I'm miserable in a loveless marriage, Bianca.”

Hearing you say that breaks President Snow’s heart and pisses him off too. How dare the high society women of Capitol City, Panem pretend to be your friends only to gossip behind your back; say blatant lies about your relationship? Who do those useless socialite whores think they are? Making his wife cry? Slandering his personality and his love for you?

Those Capitolite bitches need to pay and he knows just the perfect way to make them do that. Oh yes, he's going to make them pea green with envy at the next gala (which is at the end of the week for the Doctors Saving Districts charity) by being the perfect doting husband to you.

“Those women are just jealous fools, First Lady Y/N. It's clear as day to the entire palace staff that President Coriolanus loves you very much; in fact, those women must be wearing blinders if they can't see how much you mean to your husband.” Bianca tells you in a very supportive and friendly tone.

“I doubt it. My husband's not one for PDA, so there's no true way for my friends to see that he’s not a hateful, cold hearted bastard.” You sniffle, pulling away from your maid and wiping your eyes.

How dare those women call him a hateful, cold hearted bastard towards his wife? Well, he just happens to know that despite being sweethearts with Persephone, Festus is currently cheating on her with not one, but two mistresses. And your friend Megara, well he has it on good authority that her husband, who's a lobbyist for a politician that opposes the president, is having an affair with his driver.

Hmm, these women think that their husbands love them so much because they hang on them in public, but that's far from the truth. Their husbands are putting on a show, an elaborate act, for everyone.

It's an act that Coriolanus never felt the need to put on because he's faithful to you, loves you with his entire being, and doesn't feel the need to ‘prove’ his devotion to you. But now he needs to be a better husband in public than the men your ‘friends’ are married to.

Coriolanus is determined to show you off at the gala in a few days. Make you feel like the most loved and adored woman in all of Panem.

The president decides to back out of the room and let you cry with Bianca, your trusted maid and friend, in privacy. He’ll come back later when he knows your tears are dried and your makeup’s fixed to ask about your charity luncheon. Coriolanus doesn't want to embarrass you by letting you know that he overheard your tearful breakdown about your relationship being labeled a cold loveless one.

When Saturday night rolled around your husband, President Snow, took you to the charity gala for Doctors Saving Districts. You two looked like the epitome of a regal couple- him with his dark burgundy suit and crisp white shirt, complete with ruby cufflinks, and you in your white strappy ball gown with dangling ruby and diamond earrings, ruby and diamond choker, and ruby and diamond tennis bracelet. His platinum blonde hair was slicked back in its signature pompadour while yours was pinned in an elegant half-updo. And to top it all off, you wore matching white roses. His white rose was on his lapel while your white roses were tucked into your half updo- making your silky hair pop beautifully.

All of the men secretly wish that you’re hanging on their arms instead of on your husband's. The men envied Coriolanus for being your husband. One would think men would covet his presidential position, but that wasn't the case.

No...

In fact, you're the most beautiful lady in the Capitol according to the murmurs amongst the elite and wealthy men. Hell, if you'd give them a second look they'd drop their wives faster than a hot potato. But that'll never happen because you only have eyes for your husband, President Coriolanus Snow.

And the cold, stoic, stern, ruthless Mister President only has eyes for you as well. And because of that, he's not letting you leave his side tonight. President Coriolanus Snow is going to show you off; dote on you so much that the socialites of the Capitol will be astonished, envious, and will never utter a slanderous lie against him as your husband ever again.

“There's Hilarious and Livia Heavensbee.” Coriolanus subtly pointed out the miserable looking couple as they bickered by the punch bowl. “Shall we go over and say hello, darling?”

After overhearing Livia and Megara’s hurtful gossip about your husband being unloving to you the other day, well, you didn't want to be around her. But your husband's the president and he's old classmates with the Heavensbees, so you understand why he suggested approaching them to strike up polite conversation. Coriolanus had to portray himself as a polite and charming creature to ensure that he kept his top political position.

Although only Capitol citizens are eligible to vote, a vote for presidential terms is held every handful of years. So, your husband has to play nice with the other Capitolite elite.

And you?

Well…

You need to be the epitome of a perfect wife and a perfect First Lady. Which, unknown to you, Coriolanus feels that you've far exceeded his expectations for you in that department.

“Yes, let's say hello to them.” You nod, a thin smile on your face, as an Avox comes over holding a tray full of champagne.

Coriolanus grabs two flutes of champagne, one for each of you, and dismisses the Avox. Handing you your drink, he takes a sip of his. Once your fingers are daintily wrapped around the champagne flute, your husband's large hand rests on the small of your back as he guides you over to Hilarious and Livia Heavensbee.

“Hilarious,” Coriolanus greets his former Academy acquaintance with a nod. Turning to Livia, who he's always hated, but hates ten fold now because of how she made you cry, your husband puts on a fake smile and greets her, “Livia, I believe you attended the charity luncheon with my wife, Y/N, this past Wednesday.”

Livia Heavensbee nee Cardew looked every inch a fine socialite in her black evening gown and black sheer gloves, but she couldn't hold a candle to you. In fact, her husband's sneaking glances at you while President Snow caresses your back as you're tucked into his side, sipping on champagne.

Mrs. Heavensbee is a bit surprised by your husband's hand stroking up and down your spine. She's also shocked that you're tucked into the president’s side; looking every bit like a woman being doted on by a loving husband.

It can't be so, can it? Coriolanus is a cold, hard, unfeeling, stern, ruthless man. How can he be a doting husband to you? It doesn't make sense to Livia.

No sense to her at all.

“Yes, we attended the charity luncheon together.” Livia confirms, all the while her eyes are glued to the way President Coriolanus Snow’s hand comes to rest on your hip- thumb pressing circles into the white fabric of your dress's bodice.

Not letting the Heavensbees get a word in, Coriolanus brags about your kind disposition. “My darling rose is quite the philanthropist. She heads so many charities and I couldn't be prouder of her for it.” Coriolanus bends down slightly, since he towers over you, and pecks you on the cheek. “Y/N is the perfect epitome of a true First Lady.” Turning to you, he asks in the loving baritone he reserves only for you, “Aren't you, baby?”

“Coryo, you flatter me more than I deserve.” You humbly counter. “I’m not that perfect.”

“See, not a vain bone in my wife's body to even take credit for all the work she does; for being the perfect embodiment of what a Capitolite lady should strive to be.” Coriolanus proudly told Hilarious and Livia while moving his hand up to caress your shoulder. Turning to Hilarious, he asks, “How's business been, old friend?”

“Business is business, as usual.” Hilarious flatly replied, earning him a nod from President Snow.

“Well, as much as I'd like to stick around and discuss your business, I must take my wife to greet some other friends.” The regal president tells the inferior couple, who don't even have matching outfits on, before dragging you away.

Livia’s livid as she sees your husband's hand slide down to pinch your ass while the two of you head towards where your friend Megara's at. Never did Livia think that President Coriolanus Snow could be so doting on you. Why won't her husband caress her or goose her in public? It's not fair!

But, in Hilarious’ defense, he didn't love the dirty blonde shrew. He got stuck with her via an arranged marriage. The ancestor of the founding father of Panem and the heiress of the largest bank in not just Capitol City, but all of Panem, was a very smart match. It just never produced any love, but they did have a son. Plutarch. But they never talked about him.

“I'm surprised you're leading us over to Megara and her cousin Hera. I thought you didn't like them?” You ask your husband as your ‘friends' got into range.

Leaning down, Coryo's breath is hot against his ear as he whispers, “I don't like them, darling, but tonight I'll deal with their useless chatter in order to greet them with you, my love.”

“As nice as it is having you greet my friends with me, Coryo, you're the President of Panem and need to greet high ranking politicians and allies of your own accord.”

“You forget, baby, that you're my First Lady so you're able to be by my side as I greet allies, foes pretending to be allies, and business contacts.”

“Why do I get the feeling that you're going to be extra needy tonight?” You ask your husband in a whisper only he can hear.

Coriolanus icy eyes twinkle mischievously as he says, “Perhaps your beauty has overwhelmed my senses and I want my beautiful wife by my side tonight.” His hot breath tickles your ear as he huskily adds in, “And I want you to ride my cock for hours tonight, my love. For hours upon hours, til I'm too sensitive to get hard and your womb’s overflowing with my seed.”

You're speechless as your husband stops you right in front of your friends Megara and Hera. He greets them with the charming sophistication only Coriolanus possesses from a lifetime of selling snake oil and lies. And just like before, he sings your praises and caresses you in a way that has your ‘friends' seething in silent jealousy.

In fact, Coriolanus does it all night long- dote on you in such a way that every female in the room’s beyond jealous. And when he notices that the Capitolite ladies are visibily shaken by his displays of love and affection towards, he knows that he's won; that his mission to show everyone that you're very well loved and cared for by him- President Coriolanus Snow, has worked.

Oh, and when the Presidential Palace's PR team makes an announcement exactly one month later about how President Coriolanus Snow and First Lady Y/N Snow are expecting their first child, well, nobody at the gala's surprised. Far from it considering how much of a doting husband Coriolanus was to you that night.

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[trikaranos]

TRIKARANOS CHAPTER II: THRESHOLD (part 2)

TRIKARANOS is a comic about Crassus until it isn't. Intended for an adult audience.

lmao it was way longer than I planned for it to be between uploads. life! my laptop stopped working, I had bills to pay, jobs to work to pay those bills. etc. well! at long last! and hopefully it won't be so long before I can post the next part hah a

⭐ Trikaranos will always be free to read! at some point in the future I plan on setting up a patreon to support my ability to make comics, like this one!

⭐ There is no set update schedule (alas. chapters vary in length and will be posted as I finish working on them. sometimes a page involves drawing stairs and that takes forever.)

⭐ alternative places to read it (coming soon!)

PREVIOUS UPDATE | START HERE | ToC (coming soon!)

misc talking under the cut

Crassus himself, being very young, escaped the immediate peril, but perceiving that he was surrounded on all sides by the huntsmen of the tyrants, he took with him three friends and ten servants and fled with exceeding speed into Spain, where he had been before, while his father was praetor there, and had made friends. But finding all men filled with fear and trembling at the cruelty of Marius as though he were close upon them, he had not the courage to present himself to any one. Instead, he plunged into some fields along the sea-shore belonging to Vibius Paciacus. In these there was a spacious cave, where he hid himself.

Plutarch, Crassus 4

CAVE ARC CAVE ARC CAVE ARC. INTO THE CAVE YOU GOOOOO to enter the cave you must go through the mouth. doors are mouths, caves are mouths, rome is a mouth and a stomach.

anyway. romans and their brothers. oof. there's a lot to unpack there, and we're for sure going to get into it later.