#lucius 002

[glitchaxolol]

Help, I think I have a thing for low-key evil hot (dirty) blondes

[reveliios]

lucius'  eyes  roll  back  in  a  playful  manner  at  vespera's  comparison.  it  doesn't  matter  how  she  explains  it,  just  that  she  mends  any  cracks  in  potential  allyships  for  their  cause  —  the  cause  of  malfoy  family  power,  that  is.  he  takes  a  moment  to  think  about  vespera's  question,  surprised  by  it  considering  he  was  a  one  stop  shop  in  the  search  for  the  perfect  marriage  match.  for  him,  it  was  either  narcissa  black  or  no  one,  and  he  would  do  whatever  possible  to  make  it  a  lasting  marriage.  ❝  hmm,  you  could  potentially  look  to  the  nott  or  wilkes  heir,  ❞  he  hums,  realizing  all  of  his  friends  were  spoken  for  and  he  doesn't  quite  know  of  anyone  else  he  trusts.  maybe  that  is  something  for  him  to  focus  on  next.  ❝  but  until  you  get  a  clear  no  from  yaxley,  that  is  where  your  energy  and  efforts  should  be  placed.  ❞ lucius  takes  the  time  to  finish  his  drink,  placing  it  on  the  tray  of  a  waiter  passing  by  as  vespera  does,  before  smoothing  out  his  suit  jacket.  he  is  appreciative  of  his  sister's  offer  to  help  him  with  his  goals,  nodding  in  response.  it's  a  clear  indication  that  maybe  she  isn't  the  worst  thing  for  the  malfoy  family  after  all,  even  with  the  memories  from  their  childhood  flooding  his  mind  for  a  moment.  with  the  same  goals  in  mind,  maybe  they  could  very  well  be  unstoppable.  ❝  good  luck,  sister,  ❞  he  remarks,  hand  moving  to  squeeze  her  own  for  a  brief  moment  as  they  aim  to  take  differing  forks  in  the  road  ahead.  ❝  find  me  when  you're  done  and  we'll  discuss  next  steps.  ❞  his  nod  towards  vespera  is  curt  as  he  steps  away,  leaving  her  behind,  and  straight  towards  the  belly  of  the  beast  that  is  marriage:  his  future  in-laws.

vespera wasn't used to anything remotely close to a compliment leaving her brother's lips, so just the bare hint of his approval at her choices for the evening had the blonde pausing as she moved to take a sip of her drink. if he looked close enough, he may have seen the smallest hint of a smile. "it'll be necessary in the long run. besides, what could be a more perfect place? mending broken bonds in the halls of a hospital that mends broken bones."

she couldn't help but ask, "if not him, who else is on your list? i'm not opposed to him, he seems to have all the qualities one would want in a husband, but i'd like to speak any other potential options tonight while we're all sequestered in this room."

for a moment she felt herself relax as they spoke, almost as if they were home at one of those horrid family dinners her brother insisted they continue, and vespera quickly corrected her posture. "if you need any help in your goals, let me know," finishing off her drink, she placed it on a nearby tray and began to fix her dress and hair. shining her armor before going to war. "otherwise, i'll let you enjoy your future in laws, and i'll enjoy not having to do such things for a while longer."

[againaweasel]

002 snape?

Thank you for the ask!

002 | Give me a character & I will tell you

How I feel about this character: 

I think he’s a really interesting character in his own right and works well as the big plot twist for the books in terms of being one a young audience can grapple with. But I wouldn’t say he’s a ‘good’ person (if we can argue such a thing exists) and I struggle to like him as an individual. He did so many things that are, to me at least, unforgivable and doesn’t do enough to atone for the small things he does to wear the people, but especially children, around him down. 

It’s the fact I think much of what he does makes him a total cunt that I find most interesting. 

My non-romantic OTP for this character:  Lucius Malfoy. There’s something very interesting about the prospect of an almost mentor relationship between 5th-year Malfoy and 1st-year Snape. I think Lucius is absolutely someone Snape could latch onto, and Lucius would let him do it. 

My unpopular opinion about this character:  He didn’t deserve most of the shit he got from the marauders and anyone who wants to think it’s just because he was a DE is kidding themselves. At the same time, he’s not innocent either - he exhibited fascist beliefs very early on and only doubled down as he grew older. He looked Lily in the eye and refused to deny that he wanted to join the group that wanted her dead.  He did deserve to get the shit kicked out of him at least once and Lily should have been the one to do it.

OH ACTUALLY AND to add on: If Snape had made different choices (and it is Snape who has the make them in terms of ideology) then Remus and Snape would be besties. 

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon:  tbh I like how his story plays out until the epilogue which simplifies his whole arc to “he was a good guy, actually, and Harry really likes him”. Like no he wasn’t, but he was complex. One of those figures that you can respect what they did, whilst also thinking they’re a tool on a personal level. 

My OTP:  I struggle to ship Snape romantically with anyone but I could see Regulus and Snape working, or even someone like Lucius.  I’ve read some Snupin and it didn’t make me want to boil my brain after so maybe they can be my Snape OTP 

My crossover ship:  I never know what to say for this question, I don’t tend to think of them. 

A headcanon fact:  He brought Draco birthday presents every year, and never missed a single one. It was Draco who had the biggest reaction to the news that Snape was on the Order’s side. He cried, a lot in fact, and wished that Snape had been able to tell him/help him whilst alive.

[suniwrites]

#002

Lucius: Surprise, darling! I’m gifting you a new wardrobe. The dressmaker and seamstress are waiting for you in your dressing room

Narcissa, suspicious: Why … ?

Lucius: Do I need an excuse to spoil my wife?

Narcissa: You told me just last year that my dresses were spilling into your cravat room. You insisted I purge them

Lucius: Well, a man needs space for his cravats —wait, what am I saying? I’ll make space. This is more important

Narcissa: You’ll make space?

Lucius: Don’t fret over it

Abraxas Malfoy: What in Merlin’s name happened to my cravat room? Use your own!

Lucius: I’m sure I have no idea what you speak of. It’s always looked like this.

Abraxas: Then it won’t be a problem if I toss these in the fire …

Lucius: Not my quidditch cravat! The snitch glows in the dark!

Abraxas: And these …

Lucius: That one’s yours! I made it for you in primary school!

Abraxas: Yes, hideous, isn’t it? I’ve been looking for an excuse to burn it

Lucius: You’re a terrible father

Abraxas: Just wait until Draco desecrates your own cravat room. Speaking of—what happened to a fine English name like Barnaby?

Lucius: I pick my battles …

Earlier last week

Lucius: She won’t smile, she won’t accompany me to parties, she won’t do anything but lay about all day. I’m at my wits’ end

Sylvie Malfoy: She feels ugly, darling. She just had a baby, none of her gowns fit. Much like how I’m two stones heavier from your grotesquely large bottom

Lucius: I can hardly be responsible for my size as an infant

Sylvie: I’ll give you the name of my dressmaker

Lucius, groaning: More dresses? Fine, but they better not spill into my cravat room …

< first A Father’s Duty next >

[xscrilege]

 ❝  aaron pierre. cis man. he/him.  ⸻ my oh my, it seems ARES LYKOUDIS was spotted around the city  listening  to  REDRUM  by  21 SAVAGE. usually , they spend their days  at  THE DEN  working as  MANAGER.  between you and i, the  30/5000+  year old  ORIGINAL WEREWOLF  is avoided for being  VIOLENT. but once you get to know them , you will find that also have the tendency to be pretty  RATIONAL  as well .  can’t help but wonder if there’s more to their story , especially when they are hiding something … In city full of life and darkness , something is brewing within the shadows … and with them being part of  THE LUCIUS , the city will certainly live up to its name.  ⸻

001.    GENERAL INFORMATION.

OFFICIAL  NAME ﹕  ares lykodius.

NICKNAMES  +  ALIASES ﹕ ares the mad , god of war.

D.O.B ﹕ unknown.

AGE ﹕  30.

GENDER ﹕ cis man.

PRONOUNS ﹕  he+him.

SEXUALITY ﹕  bisexual.

PLACE  OF  BIRTH ﹕  unknown.

ZODIAC  SIGN ﹕  unknown.

FINANCIAL  STATUS ﹕  filthy rich.

OCCUPATION ﹕  manager at the den.

LANGUAGES  SPOKEN ﹕  universal.

002.    PHYSICAL TRAITS.

HAIR  COLOR ﹕ brown.

EYES ﹕  hazel green.

HEIGHT ﹕  6' 3''.

BUILD ﹕  tall / muscular-athletic.

TATTOOS ﹕  n/a.

PIERCINGS ﹕  n/a.

SCARS ﹕  n/a.

SPECIES﹕  original werewolf.

SCENT ﹕ mahogany , black teakwood , with hint of musk.

003.    MENTAL ANALYSIS.

POSITIVE  TRAITS ﹕ rational , charismatic.

NEGATIVE  TRAITS ﹕ violent , no-patience.

LIKES ﹕ partying , his family .

DISLIKES ﹕ stupid people , being lied to.

MORAL ALIGNMENT ﹕ evil neutral .

TEMPERAMENT ﹕ sanguine.

DEADLY SIN ﹕ wrath.

ELEMENT ﹕ earth.

PRIMARY INTELLIGENCE TYPE ﹕ interpersonal.

EMOTIONAL STABILITY﹕ good.

ALCOHOL USE﹕ socially.

PRONE TO VIOLENCE?﹕ yes.

DRIVES / MOTIVATIONS﹕ his family / pack.

004.    FAMILY.

MOTHER ﹕ unknown.

FATHER ﹕ unknown.

SIBLINGS ﹕ adrian lykodius , +4 others.

SIGNIFICANT  OTHER ﹕  n/a.

005.    BIOGRAPHICAL DATA.

⸻ Ares doesn't remember much but knew he was never human . He will tell you that his earliest memory is of carrying a bronze ax, placing his inception in the Bronze Age. He fought in wars and reveled in it. On top of the great war between the species, he fought in the Trojan War (1194 BC to 1184 BC), was part of Alexander the Great's army (336 BC - 326 BC) and witnessed the death of Julius Caesar on March 15, 44 BC, and in the wars that led to the Roman Empire's downfall (on the Germanic side) in AD 456.

⸻ once the blood laws came to pass and enforced by the blood king , ares left what is now known as the city of inferis and became a warrior-for-hire / a mercenary, training extensively in the deadly arts and only serving those whom he personally preferred. he would come back to the city here and there , especially when it came to the original pack.

⸻ over time , the bloodlust he felt settled down and he returned to the city 300 years ago and stayed. building his own reputation and staying in the background . Working at the den as a manager on the side , ares is someone whom run things in the background and wont step in unless necessary.

⸻ a calculating individual who firmly believes that power comes through money and violence, ares has demonstrated a vicious and uncontrollable temper when provoked. In these instances he is even more violent and sadistic. Keeping a low profile, avoiding altercations that might attract suspicious or police activity and generally remaining as normal a person he can be, Ares tends to be aloof, mysterious and sometimes cold.

⸻ despite his more violent side , ares is very charismatic and uses said charisma to get what he wants from others. He likes to have fun and enjoys being a werewolf. He takes pride in who he is. Every time his is put in a situation that endangers their life, ares will always be there to protect them, but he's not afraid to cause them non-lethal harm.

[reveliios]

lucius  lets  out  a  soft  huff,  shaking  his  head  as  if  the  mere  idea  of  being  forced  onto  a  dance  floor  by  a  line  of  eager  aunties  was  enough  to  send  shivers  down  his  spine.  ❝  you  wound  me,  atticus.  if  i  had  known  our  friendship  came  with  such  a  price,  i  might  have  reconsidered  it  years  ago.  ❞  his  tone  is  dry,  but  there  is  an  unmistakable  flicker  of  amusement  in  his  eyes. as  atticus  spoke  of  his  fiancée,  lucius  caught  the  way  his  friend’s  expression  softened  —  unbidden,  unguarded.  it  was  the  sort  of  thing  that  could  make  a  lesser  man  nauseous,  but  lucius  merely  smirked.  ❝  ah,  love  has  made  you  soft,  diggory,  ❞  he  muses,  swirling  the  liquid  in  his  glass.  ❝  soon  enough,  you’ll  be  writing  poems  about  sunsets  and  composing  sonnets.  ❞  he  exhales  sharply,  a  knowing  look  settling  on  his  features.  ❝  not  that  i  expect  you  to  admit  it.  ❞ at  the  mention  of  his  own  intended,  his  expression  barely  flickers.  ❝  narcissa  is  here,  yes,  ❞  he  confirms  smoothly,  casting  a  brief  glance  toward  the  crowd  as  if  he  might  spot  them  immediately.  ❝  mingling,  as  one  does  at  these  things.  doesn't  seem  to  be  much  of  the  dancing  type  either,  unlike  yourself.  ❞ not  that  lucius  ever  asked,  but  he  wasn't  much  of  a  dancer  himself  anyway.  he  could  only  imagine  what  would  occur  if  he  were  to  step  on  their  feet  while  trying  to  waltz.

"Believe me, I know," Atticus replies, matching Lucius's laugh with one of his own, letting his hand fall back to his side, "How many parties have we attended over the years where you've left me to fend for myself on the dance floor, Lucius? I warn you now, I intend to cash in all those occasions at my wedding - you'll have a veritable queue of visiting aunties waiting for you to sweep them off their feet, make no mistake."

The mention of Niamh herself brings a smile, unbidden, to Atticus's face, and for a moment he has to look down at his feet, trying to school his features into something not quite so beatific. "She was whisked away by one of the witches in her office, leaving me to endure your baseless accusations about my footwork," Atticus teases, returning to Lucius's side for the express purpose of elbowing him gently in the ribs, "And what of your Miss Black? Are they here somewhere?"

[lumosfm]

𝙀𝙑𝙀𝙉𝙏 002 - 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙈𝘼𝙇𝙁𝙊𝙔 𝙒𝙀𝘿𝘿𝙄𝙉𝙂

Druella Black and Gomeisa Malfoy proudly invite you to join them in celebrating the marriage of Lucius Malfoy and Narcissa Black. Taking place on Saturday 3rd August, 1979 in the Royal Botanical Gardens in Kew, England, the long awaited wedding will join the two great families as one in what is hinted to be the wedding of the year. Admission by invitation only, unless attending as a plus one. Formal attire is mandatory. Wedding ceremony will take place in the Royal Conservatory with the reception dinner to follow.

𝙊𝙊𝘾 𝙄𝙉𝙁𝙊𝙍𝙈𝘼𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉

Hello lovelies! And welcome to our second event here at LumosFM - the wedding of Lucius Malfoy and Narcissa Black! This event will run from today, 1st August, for two weeks to allow everyone to interact with as many other characters as possible! Threads can continue after the event is over, but no new starters should be posted after the 15th August. This event is taking place at the same time as our third group event - Frank Longbottom's Surprise Birthday Party so those who cannot/would not attend this event also have an event they can take part in! Have fun, feel free to post outfits for the events, and I look forward to seeing all of your characters on the dash! ~ Admin Autumn

[mortemfm]

𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒎𝒇𝒎 is an appless, marauders era roleplay set in the year 1979. we are a semi-canon, tumblr based roleplay that explores the lives of our favourite characters of the era as they face their toughest battles yet. 

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𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔.   /   lily evans, james potter, lucius malfoy, alastor moody, sirius black, remus lupin, bellatrix lestrange, amycus carrow, rodolphus lestrange, peter pettigrew, regulus black, emma vanity, alice longbottom, lucinda talkalot, kingsley shacklebolt, emmeline vance, hestia jones, severus snape, frank longbottom, rabastan lestrange, molly weasley

[xrodolphusxlestrangex]

The group had a plan and Rodolphus made sure each person knew their place. He, Bellatrix, Rabastan, Evan, and Lucius. Everything they had done was leading up to a plot to lure Alastor Moody. It wasn’t hard getting him to come to the cathedral. Muggle bodies everywhere and the dark mark shining ever so brightly above. It was the easiest trap there could be and Moody was sure to fall for it.

Rodolphus was aching with anticipation after the mass murder — which was enough to get his blood going. It was thrilling and what was coming was just as much if not more thrilling. Killing a room full of muggles trying to worship followed by Moody? Sheer perfection. He couldn’t wait for his diabolical team to show Moody what they were truly capable of.

When he walked into the room, Rodolphus could see Moody’s face. A sneer crossed his lips as he reached for his wand. “Incendio!” he cast without saying a word. He didn’t hit Moody but that was just fine. He had much more coming to him. It was a warning of sorts. And seeing the crucifix the muggles worshiped burn brought joy to Rodolphus’ cold heart.

@bellatrix-lestrxnge

Where: St Albans Cathedral, St. Albans, UK Who: @xrodolphusxlestrangex, @bellatrix-lestrxnge, @luciusmalfoyx, @rsrevan, @r-lestrcnge, @ggathena TW: Blood, Violence, Murder

With a loud crack, a large, cloaked figure appeared in the shadow of a large cathedral, wand in hand. Alastor Moody peered up at the building intently, his piercing eyes evaluating the building, from the stained glass windows lit from the inside, to the wide open front doors, seemingly calling to him, inviting him inside.

A piece of parchment had been delivered to his desk by an owl he had not recognized. Moody, working late into the night, as usual, had been the only one left in the office.

Though unsigned, Moody had recognized the messy handwriting of his head of department. The note read:

"Dark Mark seen in St. Albans, above the St. Albans Cathedral. Believed to be another muggle masacre. Head off the muggle authorities."

Another masacre? Moody had thought grimly, already reaching for his traveling cloak. Per regulations, he should have reached out at least to his partner, or the Auror team on call, but evidently his boss had known he routinely stayed late and would already be ready to go.

The Cathedral stood before him, dark and foreboding, but it was nothing compared to what was above it. Hung above the ancient structure, seemingly suspended among the stars in an eerie emerald light aserpent protruded from the mouth of a skull, twisting and winding its way through the sky as if it was alive. The Dark Mark. Moody made his way quickly up the steps and into the building, his wand held at the ready. Each shadow could potentially hold an attacker, behind every door could be one of the masked terrorists they had been chasing. As he entered the nave, the horror of what had been done met his eyes. "Fucking hell," Moody breathed.

Bodies were strewn across the room, some slumped across pews, many lay about the floor as if they'd been killed while trying to flee. One body, the body of a priest, was sprawled across the alter at the front of the church, arms splayed out, blood slowly dripping from his fingertips to the floor. Puddles of blood littered the floor, and sprays of the crimson liquid covered the pews and walls, tinting the formerly beautiful windows a dark red in the dim lighting.

It was a massacre, indeed. Not spotting a wand among any of the bodies, Moody knew it must have been done by dark magic, as the damage to each corpse was too destructive to be done by muggle means. The masked lunatics they had been chasing had certainly shown a propensity for killing muggles for sport. But this was a whole other level of violence they had yet seen. It was... sadistic, for lack of a better term. There was no other way to describe it. Pure sadism.

It was likely the pure atrocity of the scene that nearly cost the seasoned auror his life. He hadn't heard the footsteps behind him, nor the whisper of the incantation-- only the rushing sound of wind warned him of the curse that had been aimed at his back. Out of pure, base instinct, Alastor Moody threw himself to the side, landing in between two pews, and the blaze of light narrowly missed him and collided with the Crucifix at the front of the Church, which burst into raging flames.

[serpntines]

woo do-hwan . cis man . he / him ➶ i recognise that face ! that’s lucius snow , the twenty- eight year old gamemaker / architect from the capitol . they’re lucky to have escaped to district thirteen during the 94th games , and have been here long enough to gain a reputation for being so decisive & venomous . 

001

name. lucius aurelias snow aliases. the architect nicknames. lulu age. twenty-eight date of birth. february 17 gender & pronouns. cis-man , he + him languages spoken. english sexuality. pansexual , demiromantic birthplace. the capital, panem current residence. district thirteen education. highly educated , academy + university occupation. gamemaker / arena architect

002

hair style. short yet well-groomed, often kept gelled back in a formal manner build. wide and stocky, but slightly more on the toned side height. 6'2 defining traits. his stare, that of a fox deciding whether to strike piercings. both lobes tattoos. n/a scars. n/a clothing style. almost always in sleek suits and form-fitted clothing, formal and daunting with lots of black and grey - among the bright colors and frivolous costumes of the capital, he sticks out like a sore thumb body modifications. slitted glowing white irises faceclaim. woo do-hwan

003

siblings. pandora snow [younger sister] spouse. tbd children. tbd notable relatives. president coriolanus snow pet(s). he previously had a large cat named atlas, though his whereabouts are unknown since lucius was taken to district thirteen. . . he still thinks about him

004

mental ailments. n/a physical ailments. n/a drink, smoke, drugs. recreationally, no, no traits. venomous, stone-like, polite, well-mannered, decisive, vengeful, level-headed, sarcastic, cunning habits / quirks. rubbing the bridge of his nose when stressed or overwhelmed , tilting his head to one side when listening intently , narrowing his eyes when caught in a lie or surprised.

005

labels / tropes. the icarian alignment. neutral evil mbti. intj ; the architect zodiac sign. aquarius time of the day. midnight weather. rainstorm color. ice white

006.

cherished item. a silver bangle with an inscription underneath that reads 'ice burns hotter than flame - ms' usual mood. rather serious like marble and often sarcastic, he almost always attempts to keep up appearances . . . sometimes, however, the glint of a more gentle personality peers through 1 thing they want to do / experience before they die. to experience a final peace defining moments. turning the power off to the tower and arena so thirteen could break through and rescue the tributes

HISTORY

snow always lands on top - the mantra of his family name, uttered into lucius's ears since he was born. the grandson of the most powerful man on the planet. . . and the eldest successor to a president known for eliminating any competition.

he learns that observing is the best weapon a person might have - the secrets uttered between halls, the slip of a silver knife between two ribs, the shared smiles between two lovers cloistered in an affair. . . ammunition in the game of life, and one his grandfather notices early on.

lucius is groomed with the precision of political intrigue and the cruelty of a man with many enemies; he keeps to himself, two sides of the same coin to his eccentric younger sister, his marble-like exterior a mere guise of the manipulation he is able to wield. lucius's years at the academy earn him appraisal for his intellect, but it is the years spent at the university that earn him the nickname the architect.

it is a project akin to any other, he suspects, until the spark of cruel ignition breaches his mind and propels him towards the future - it matters little that the highbottom name is attributed to the creation of the games, only that the truth owes it to the ingenuity of the snows. create an arena worthy of the games, and it might yet be chosen - for those interested in life within the capital, it was the perfect summary, a pretty package wrapped in the tears and loss of sons and daughters torn from their families all too soon. there were a variety of outcomes - brutal climates, a desert so harsh that the sandstorms would skin the tributes alive. . . a looming death, where the rivers and lakes would rise higher and higher, until a single victor remained. all shared the same common thought of blatant cruelty with little creativity mixed in. lucius, however, saw it for what it was. . . stripping individuals of their hope, their personality, and they would be easier to control - and if control is what they wanted, then he would give it to them.

a part of him wonders if he might be chosen, yet another part of him is confident enough to know he will - what he doesn't expect, however, is to come face to face with his grandfather across the table. . . and to learn that his exemplary addition to the games has not only been chosen for the following year's rotation, but that he has as well

the architect - grandson of the most powerful man in the world, eldest successor to the president of panem, and brilliant architect with a mind as beautiful as it is horrifying. all it takes is his design to be presented in a bloody display for the world to see, to watch the tribute's fears come alive in hallucinations and illusions that leave the audience gasping, to see them stripped of what it is to be human. . . and just like that, one accident or two in the removal of the gamemnaker above him, and lucius rises through the ranks as easy as smoke to the lungs of panem

and yet. . . the top is a lonely place when one's mind is the only competitor to your machinations. when the gore and stench and sight of death fills every waking moment and every flicker of light behind closed eyelids. when the endless plans and parties and cruel smirks and poison-dipped lips are all that's left. what then? the question fills lucius's mind as the years tick by, as the cruelties bloom like flowers around him and yet his own begins to wither. he isn't quite sure when the doubt begins to settle into his bones. . . perhaps when he chances the opportunity to meet a previous victor, their painted smile falling just briefly enough to spit at his silken suit. . . or perhaps it is when he overhears a conversation not meant for one so skilled at gathering information as he, of decisions led by the president in cruelty unimaginable for that year's quarter quell. . .

perhaps it was the disappearance of his mother, and the subtle cracking of frosted glass that made him decide to push past the line.

who was he before his grandfather's claws bent and tore into his sullen flesh? who was he next to the sinister gleam of his sister? who was he without the mother who had always yearned to shy his eyes from the television screens, who always refused to bet on the games year after year. . . and who stared at him with gutless guilt and pity when he was chosen to succeed as gamemaker? nothing, is what he told himself. yet as the avalanche fell upon the tributes, as the snow gave way to ice breaking past the folds of innocence. . . lucius held only one thought in his mind as his hand hovered over the controls to dismantle the power, to be branded a traitor for seeking out and assisting the rebels - snow always lands on top, and this time it would be his choice to do so.

[slate-skylar]

TASK 002 // CHILDHOOD BEDROOM

The dilapidated abandoned homes of District Twelve are the playground of the district's significant unhoused population. After Beryl lost the house she'd lived in when she was with Lucius Stone, having succumbed to addiction and been unable to keep up with the payments, she never had a stable place to live. Slate was raised in abandoned and condemned homes, places crawling with termites and coated in mold, and even once Beryl left, this pattern continued.

When he was taken in by Misty, things were better for a bit, but it didn't last. It wasn't until Hestia's that he had a proper bedroom, actual belongings, a place to call home. Hestia helped him decorate it to his specifications, which were constantly changing and based solely on whims that he'd later hate, and her only requirement was that he try to keep it at least a little clean.

In the end, she wasn't able to talk him out of using sheets for curtains.

[ignisferre]

@mxflyy

Your parents look like they’re in fine form tonight. How many permanent sticking charms did it get to keep that smile on your father’s face?

[reveliios]

lucius  watches  narcissa  carefully,  his  pale  eyes  flickering  between  them  and  the  small  horntail  at  their  side.  he  had  not  expected  this  —  had  not  expected  her  to  bring  him  here,  to  let  him  into  something  that  was  clearly  hers.  it  was  strange,  seeing  narcissa  like  this,  softer  in  a  way  he  hadn’t  known  they  were  capable  of.  not  weak,  no,  but…  open.  deliberate.  he  had  thought  of  their  last  conversation  often,  the  words  still  lingering  in  the  back  of  his  mind,  sharp  and  unrelenting.  but  here  they  stand,  their  voice  steady,  their  resolve  clear.  i’m  not  going  to  back  out.  it  should  bring  him  relief.  instead,  it  makes  his  chest  feel  tight. his  gaze  shifts  to  the  tiny  dragon  as  it  eyes  him  warily,  nostrils  flaring  as  if  scenting  the  uncertainty  that  lingers  in  him.  lucius  has  always  liked  control and  knowing  where  he  stands.  yet  here  he  is,  in  foreign  territory,  both  literally  and  figuratively,  as  narcissa  nudges  the  delicate  balance  between  them  forward.  he  takes  a  slow  breath  and,  at  her  silent  instruction,  extends  his  hand.  it’s  measured,  calculated,  as  though  approaching  not  just  the  dragon  but  her  —  testing  the  limits  of  this  unspoken  truce  between  them.  the  moment  the  creature’s  nose  brushes  against  his  fingers,  something  flickers  in  his  expression,  something  uncertain  but  not  unwilling. ❝  no,  you  won’t,  ❞  he  finally  says,  his  voice  quieter,  more  thoughtful  than  he  intended.  he  isn’t  just  speaking  about  the  dragon.  he  lets  the  moment  sit  between  them  before  tilting  his  head  slightly,  gaze  still  fixed  on  narcissa.  ❝  you  say  you  understand  your  duty  as  a  black,  ❞  he  muses,  fingers  lightly  tracing  over  the  small  spikes  along  pecula’s  snout.  ❝  and  i  understand  mine  as  a  malfoy.  but  duty  and  understanding  do  not  make  a  marriage.  ❞  he  finally  looks  back  at  them,  something  unreadable  in  his  expression.  ❝  are  you  willing  to  try  for  more  than  that ?  ❞

narcissa was naturally stubborn, maybe it came with being the youngest, and with that stubbornness came with the need to follow through with things. she knew that it couldn't have been very easy for lucius either. she was going to try, and this was their way of showing it. she lifts her head to see him coming over towards her, she nods her head towards him and by the time he touches the ridiculous portkey they're off and land in romania. she never much liked portkeys, they always made them feel a little queasy but after doing it so much they straighten their clothes out and take a deep breath. she didn't know what to say to lucius, when their last conversation had been so heated. reflecting back onto it, the words had stung, but cissa would never show it. she looks back at lucius and nods her head towards the sanctuary. "most of our dragons free roam, though it's all heavily warded. most of the dragons travel in packs by their species, trying to combine them together is a nightmare since they're also heavily territorial." she grabs her wand to unward one section of the sanctuary and then they're met with the hungarian horntails, narcissa's personal favourites. she had let lucius go in front of her before warding it off again, this was the baby sanctuary, while they were meant to be treated as the animals that they were, there was a program on trying to at least get them acclimated with their handlers. narcissa had been working hard with one particular baby that was the runt of it's pack but also the most ornery of the group. "this is vulpecula. we've nicknamed her pecula," she cringes at the nickname, but most did not seem to take to the constellations names as they had. they were small little creatures at the beginning, just barely learning how to fly. she reached out her hand for the horntail slowly, there was always the possibility of being burned but that was part of the job. the dragon had sniffed her before running its nose into her palm. it looked hesitant upon lucius behind her but she had nodded her head for him to get closer, her wand in hand to intercept if things went awry. "it's okay," she speaks to the little thing, so small but so dangerous. "i won't let anything bad happen to either of you," she finishes, eyeing both of them. perhaps this was a weird place to have this discussion but there things that narcissa needed to say. "i'm not going to back out." she finally says, leading the dragon to lucius' hand. "i understand my duty as a black." she further says, her fingers reaching out to touch the dragons small spikes.

[totallyrad-tilden]

@l-malfoy

I got a letter from your... old secretary? New secretary? I don’t know, I got a letter from someone named Carol that said I was supposed to come to your office. 

[katherine-maxwell]

꧁Kat passeava com @luciuscharmed​ pela feira, seu olhar sendo atraído por praticamente tudo com uma curiosidade que só poderia se permitir com ele, até porque era o único que sabia quem realmente era. Isso para Kat era um alívio e um perigo, uma moeda complicada de dois lados, pois ao mesmo tempo em que poderia acabar se tornando confortável demais e se comprometendo, era uma bênção poder ser completamente sincera sobre si mesma e seu passado ao menos com uma pessoa.  ❝━━━━━━Aquilo é um barril com água? ❞ perguntou curiosa, seu olhar nem ao menos desviando da atração, onde um rapaz enfiava repetidamente o rosto na tentativa de conseguir alguma coisa. Com as tez franzida, Kat começou a puxar o príncipe na direção do barril pelos braços entrelaçados de ambos   ❝━━━━━━Ele está embriagado? ❞ questionou ponderando sobre o assunto, lembrando que seu primo e os rapazes filhos de seus arrendatários costumavam dizer que jogavam baldes de água fria quando ficavam muito bêbados, ou muito quentes. 

[ofxsorcery]

Cressida nodded slowly and with a smile on her lips - perhaps a little bit of a sad one - when he mentioned that it would be their kids who would grow up together. The woman was sure about one thing; Tib was going to be the father of her children. She knew that with such certainty. But that also meant that there was no way that their children would be growing up together as well. “I will try,” she said to her brother, knowing very well that Fawley wouldn’t stand a chance at all. She took her brother’s hand for their last dance together. “How does it feel to say ‘my wife’?” Cressida asked Lucius with a chuckle, unable to ignore the tone of voice of the other.

"Think about it, one day we'll both of kids that will get to grow up together." The point of family was to share moments like this and though Lucius had a hard shell, Cressida knew him best and this was important to him. He wanted to have a solid family foundation. "I'm proud of you too. Fawley isn't bad. He seems decent. You should give him a chance." At the end of the day he wanted her happy, truly believing she would never hurt the family. He holds out his hand to her. "Let us go dance and then I should find my wife."