#lucretia (you bite the feeding hand and it will crush you where you stand)

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Cassandra, Mina, Effie, Lucretia, Lucy Gray, Clove

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𝐌𝐘𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐅𝐓 & 𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐀 @governmentofficial

Her son's impatience was yet another surprise for Lucretia. She had not expected him to want to start as soon as possible. Maybe he was truly interested in the military arts, then. Or maybe he wanted to spend time with her. Both reasons seemed quite acceptable to her.

She was, of course, a very busy woman. Her days were filled with duties, and she had long hours of work that kept her away from home. But she didn't want to snuff out his enthusiasm by refusing, and so, after a moment of consideration, she replied: "I think we can start soon, yes."

"I will check my calendar for the week, and see if I can move things around so we can start this weekend." She did not need to tell her son was a big deal this was, she expected that he knew. "I can free one of the shooting rinks at the peacekeeper training center."

And then, there was the matter of the gun and proper equipment. He would have to start training with the peacekeepers' supplies. While Lucretia would eventually get him his own gun, she found it best to teach him first. He was, anyway, still too young to own his own firearm.

Okay, a smile definitely meant that he had done well. Good! Mycroft was pleased about that, and he was sure to make a mental note of his success, just in case he ever needed to repeat it in the future. In addition to that, he took note of how fighting didn't seem to result in the disaster he had feared it though - though, he was also aware that this was likely due to how he had not been the initial aggressor in the fight.

Mycroft did wonder what the reaction would have been if he hadn't been the aggressor but he had also won. It would be interesting to repeat the experience one day, and he was relatively sure that he could manipulate the situation so that he did not appear to have started the planned fight at all. That would have to happen later, though. Mycroft hurt too much to be willing to try it again in the near future.

He wasn't sure why shooting would be dangerous for him - after all, it was hardly like he was going to be foolish about it, was he? - but he was thrilled to hear that his mother would be the one to teach him! That was yet another clue that he was currently being looked upon favourably by her, and it would give him even more of a chance to impress her!

"Oh, thank you!" Mycroft replied, making sure to properly look up now and smiling happily - but not too happily, as he didn't want his mother to think he thought he was getting rewarded for getting into a fight. "Do you think we would be able to start soon? I would like that, I think."

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Three generations of Snow . Lucretia, Tigris & Cassia

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"The Games are so boring this year." @ Lucretia

"Good," dryly replied Lucretia, "The Hunger Games are not about fun, they are about punishment." It was clear she disapproved of the media circus that the Games had become. Yes, she was aware that it had all been a necessary shift, to ensure that they would perdure. It all annoyed her anyway. Tributes were offered riches and promised glory when all they deserved was annihilation.

She raised an eyebrow. "If you find them so uninteresting, tell your cousin about it. I assume he has a certain influence over them now that he works for Dr. Gaul."

"Tactfully, of course," she added, tilting her head knowingly. Her son had many qualities, but tact was not always one of them.

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𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 - 𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐀 𝐒𝐍𝐎𝐖 mutuals only

“I’m just gonna stay angry. I find that relaxes me.”  

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𝐀𝐋𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐓 & 𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐀​ @bertievi​

"I did not know," she admitted.

Lucretia observed the King for a moment, before looking away, worried about seeming rude. His brother had abdicated? To her, this was a despicable show of weakness on his part. A King shouldn't push away the responsibilities bestowed upon them.

And she could understand what it felt like, to have a complicated relationship with one's brother. She certainly had one herself. But of course, she could not say that out loud, as it would be in poor taste.

The idea that a woman could be head of state in Britain left Lucretia speechless for a moment. She chewed on the words, feeling her heartbeat accelerating. Lucretia had always known that she wanted more out of life, but this was almost making her dizzy. "That's incredible," she exhaled, before quickly closing her mouth, as if she had said something forbidden.

"Maybe." She needed to stop talking. This was bordering on transgression! "I sometimes wish I could show women that they can be so much more than what The Capitol has in store for them."

Did he think it was fate? Divine intervention was the suggestion of the crown but Albert was not sure what it was. In his case, it was that his brother was an idiot, in his father’s case, his brother had just been sickly… maybe there was more to it than cruel irony after all to put him of all his family on the throne. He did watch her for her slip and her embarrassment afterwards, pausing for a moment to consider his words carefully. Sad that she felt so burdened and at the same time like a failure because she was born a woman.

“I am not the -eldest,” he began gently, “my elder -brother abdicated. He is the only –King in our history to do so and still be -very much alive.” Albert was still hurting on that front but he did his best not to show it, meaning for David’s escape from the burden of the crown as just a suggestion that she too had a choice, maybe not the best choice but it was there. “While I am a -stickler for -tradition, in this -country the -head of state -can be man or -woman. My -great -grandmother was one of the -greatest -monarchs in our -history and when my -time -comes my eldest -daughter,” currently just eleven years old, “will become -head of state after me. I would be -both -furious and -horrified if anyone expressed any suggestion of doubt in my -daughter’s right -to rule.”

He did not want that life for Elizabeth but that was how ‘fate’ had worked out, he had ascended and she was not first-in-line. “You and I both -know you are -capable of -many things, I do not know, maybe -fate made you a woman for a -purpose?” He raised an eyebrow at her hoping to get her to think on it. Maybe she was a vessel of change for Panem, proof that women were just as valuable as men.

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📐 Kid Mycroft and mum Lucretia? He's short until his teens, so let's say 110cm at 6 y/o? (if you want to do him as an adult too, he's 6'1)

from: Send 📐 + your character's height to compare with one or more of mine! status: accepting!

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@bertievi​ . 𝐒𝐄𝐌𝐈 𝐏𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑

Lucretia was terribly nervous, and it was unlike her, really. But while her brother carried himself with his usual nonchalance -the nonchalance of a first son, the nonchalance of an heir- she could feel the weight of responsibilities on her shoulders. She was the eldest, and at her father’s despair, a woman! Not only did she represent the family, but she was already at fault in his eyes. So, meeting someone quite so important came with a heavy load of worry.

Meeting a king! 

Oh, that was both so exciting and so dreadful! What if she made a fool of herself! What if she said something so utterly ridiculous that her father banished her to the districts?

But she had to get a grip! She was Lucretia Snow! And a Snow never felt fear, a Snow never backed away from a challenge. She had decided to face this situation with elegance and solemnity, just like she faced everything else in life.

“Your Majesty,” she said to the very distinguished guest, doing a perfect curtsy (nothing less than perfect for a Snow), “what an honor to meet you. I do hope you had an enjoyable journey.”

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@multipleoccupancy​ . 𝐒𝐄𝐌𝐈 𝐏𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑

Lucretia was, as usual, sitting at the large dining table with nothing but a glass of red “wine” and today’s newspapers. She did enjoy sharing her breakfasts with Coriolanus, but of course, she did not need to eat. Not food, at least. 

She was reading the economics section, her glass in hand. Lost in a particularly interesting article about the rising of coal’s value, she almost didn’t notice the way her descendant was staring at her. Oh, it was subtle, she’d grant him that. He was, as always, careful. But her senses were too sharp for her to miss the discreet glances shot her way. 

“What is it, Coriolanus?” she asked, putting the newspaper back on the table, “if there is something you wish to tell me, out with it.”

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𝐄𝐃𝐌𝐔𝐍𝐃 & 𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐀​ @multipleoccupancy

Against all odds, Major Hewlett was advising her to... Lie to her father? At least until he had no other choice but to let her enlist. She felt herself blushing, half-terrified and half-emboldened by the suggestion.

He was, of course, right. If she told her father while he could still affect her decision, he could easily make sure that she'd never join the military. Claudius Snow certainly had the influence and power to do so.

"Thank you for your advice," she told him, still flushed but looking more determined than ever. "I shall follow it. I have no doubt my father would do everything in his power to stop my endeavor, should I fail to convince him. You're right, I shouldn't take any chances."

But he was being so nice, what if he got into trouble because of her? Lucretia, while being a rather cold young woman, was not heartless! And she was the one who had tricked him for her own ambition.

"You might get in trouble," she informed him, eyebrows knitted together.

Hewlett doubted it would stay quiet all too long if word got out and he was not entirely sure if Claudius would just rip up the application, force Lucretia into whatever he expected of her and then eliminated the witnesses. Him being the only said witness.

Still he felt for her as she gave her reasons for signing up, his shoulders dropping and his face turning that little bit kinder. He was not in such a position but he did have a decent understanding of what was expected of the women from high class families. She would be shuffled off somewhere, married to some Capitol snob and never heard or spoken of with any seriousness for her talents ever again.

“Perhaps you might allow an old soldier to offer you some advice?” It was going to be said whether she wanted it or not. “You should get the process moving before telling your father. Yes be the one to inform him of your decision but if you leave it until that moment, he can stop the process.” He should not be telling her as such, but he sensed it was going to be his head on the chopping block if Claudius had anything to do about it. “That way you are already in the system and he cannot take you out of it without… well, I doubt it’s attention he will want.”

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Lucretia Snow

↪ from 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐁𝐎𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄  

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𝐎𝐂 𝐓𝐀𝐆 𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐏 with the beta editor not saving up any tags with caps in them, I'm saving them all again in lower cases only!

lucretia (you bite the feeding hand and it will crush you where you stand) codrin (late at night i hear the trees; they're singing with the dead) eve & noah (my daddy's got a gun you better run) eve gideon (just like her father) noah gideon (fearless child broken boy) olive (all the good girls go to hell) grace (you've made me so hard i beg for softness) salomé (you are a monster from Hell) haniel (cause i'm sick of losing soulmates) dimitri (the man who sold the world) jill (i break the high and mighty) scarlett (one taste of blood is not enough) ava (where's my fucking teenage dream?) april (daddy's girl learned fast) aisha (i come from scientists and atheists and white men who kill god) deirdre (nothing cuts like a mother) lavinia (i'm gonna love you like a black widow)

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@omniishambles​ . 𝐏𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑

Laying on the battlefield, Lucretia looked up. The sun had fallen behind the hills, and the first stars of the night were already lighting up in the sky. She tried to quiet the drumming of her heart, as if she could use willpower alone to be unafraid in the face of death. It was, perhaps, a poetic way to go. Surrounded by her men, loyal to them until the end. Would her father mourn her? Lucretia wasn’t sure. 

She heard a ruffling sound around her, footsteps approaching. But the sky was getting darker, or perhaps it was just her eyes, losing focus. All she saw was a towering shadow, and the darkness engulfed her.

Awaking in a jolt, she opened her eyes, and the night sky was gone. In its place, a ceiling. She was laying in a large, comfortable bed. What? Hadn’t she died? She remembered the pain in her flank (now gone), the warm blood pouring all around her (but the sheets were clean). She even remembered that last feeling of dread as the night had swallowed her whole, and it made her feel ashamed. 

Why was she alive? Why wasn’t she injured? She closed her eyes, opened them again, but nothing had changed. Was she... in heaven? But why would heaven look like a bedroom?

She stood up, looked around, and left the room. It was in her eyes the most logical solution. If she didn’t have any answers, she needed to seek an explanation. And if she stumbled upon an angel, then she’d know she was really dead after all. 

But she did not stumble upon an angel. No, the man she found in the corridor was, to her at least, the devil incarnate. Vlad Tepes. The man who had crushed her army to dust.

“YOU!” she roared, instinctively reaching for a sword that wasn’t there, “what did you do to me? Where am I?”

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𝔖𝔫𝔬𝔴 𝔩𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔰 𝔬𝔫 𝔱𝔬𝔭

endless edits of my OCs . Lucretia Snow

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𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄

peace or war? (it depends: she finds war useful to bring order, but lost her brother to war)

sun or stars?

flowers or trees?

crescent moon or full moon?

streets or skyscrapers?

rooftops or balconies?

ink or glitter?

life or death?

order or chaos?

candle or bonfire?

ocean or sky?

leather or silk?

sweet or sour?

overstimulation or understimulation?

book or letter?

soft or coarse?

fight or flight?

spoken or written?

silver or gold?

playing cards or tarot cards?

circles or angles?

cramped or vast?

checkers or chess?

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𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐀 - 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 young verse - mutuals only

“Don’t sit there and tell me marriage is not an economic proposition, because it is. It may not be for you, but it most certainly is for me.”