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

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𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒

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

tagging: @omniishambles @uselessdevice @governmentofficial @multipleoccupancy @countlessrealities @collidingxworlds @dcmur3 @theresastargirl @lovepurposed @advnterccs @regretmedicineandsmokes @gillxd @ambitchouss @ladiesandwitches and YOU! do it and tag me

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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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📐 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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@omniishambles​ sent 🌞 for a moodboard of my muse’s aesthetic  

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?

TAGGED BY: @uselessdevice​ (thank you <3) TAGGING: @omniishambles​​​ (Haymitch), @multipleoccupancy​​​ (Coriolanus), @dcmure​​​, @fantasywritten​​​ (Peeta), @theresastargirl​​​ @fallsekings​​​, @threecardtrick​

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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.”

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@governmentofficial​ sent: "why are you lying ?" @ Lucretia from:   ↪     𝑴𝑶𝑹𝑩𝑰𝑫 ᶜᵘʳᶤᵒˢᶤᵗʸ .

“Are you calling me a liar?” replied Lucretia, and if her voice was calm, the threat was quite palpable, lingering in the way her tongue hit the roof of her palate, “I would suggest you pick your next words very carefully.”

She raised an eyebrow at Mycroft, a subtle but clear reminder that he had to remember his place. “I decide what is relevant for you to know, or perhaps have you forgotten that I am still your General?”

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@governmentofficial​​ sent 📚 for a moodboard of my muse’s past  

Lucretia Snow

↪ from 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐁𝐎𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄  

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@multipleoccupancy​ . 𝐒𝐄𝐌𝐈 𝐏𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑

Lucretia was towering over Dr. Gaul, her large stature tensed as she spoke to the other woman. She was clearly furious, and it was only thanks to an impressive feat of self-control that she wasn’t grabbing her interlocutor by the collar. Someone passing by could have heard her stern voice talking about how reckless, insulting, and even preposterous it was, to send her Nephew into the arena. A Snow, of all people! Lucretia was appalled. 

Oh but that was just like Dr. Gaul, really, to act in such a way. The woman was lawless and insane, always had been. Lucretia would have snapped her neck, if given the chance. It sure seemed tempting right about now. 

Luckily for the head Gamemaker, Coriolanus emerged from the arena, followed by that Plinth boy, Sejanus. A district kid, endangering her nephew. What was becoming of the Capitol! This entire affair was a disgrace. 

She walked towards her nephew in a few ample steps, leaving behind Dr. Gaul (oh but this wasn’t over!). “Coriolanus,” she said, perhaps more softly than usual, her features marked with worry, “are you hurt?”