#lucretia the director

[autisticangus]

[haverkampink]

lloml lucretia love of my life

[softgaycontent]

I love Lucretia as a character because you first meet her and she’s in her mid-50s and she’s so funny and cool and you’re like wow... milf...

and then you learn that she actually lost 20 years of her life in a moment in wonderland, so she’s really a lot younger than she looks

and then you learn that she was stuck at the same age for 100 years, so she’s really a lot older than she looks... and you’re like wow... milf...

[mellowmaidenhairs]

🌿rest and relaxation 🌿

[krowbats]

redraw of an old friend from last year 🌙

prints

[mspainttaz]

wizard voice: fuck u lucy

[i.d. a greyscale two panel comic of taako and madame director sitting across a table from each other. in the first panel, taako sits back with a "sorry not sorry" expression on his face and a notebook in his hand. on the notebook is a badly drawn hand flipping the bird. Taako wears wizard clothes, wizard hat, and his B.O.B. armband. in the second panel madame director has her palms clasped together and looks maybe constipated, maybe annoyed. she has short hair and a fancy robe. end i.d.]

[lithiumseven]

Ok I’m relistening to the Adventure Zone Balance campaign for the first time since finishing it originally, and I just got to the part where the Director makes them go through the initiation robot fight where the Tres Horny Boys very easily could have gotten their shit absolutely wrecked, and like, hey Lucretia, what the fuck? What the actual fuck was that for?

[smashorpassgilf]

Madame Director/Lucretia Adventurezone!!!! (Not her real last name)

Physically in her early-to-mid 50’s, but actually around 130-ish due to time loop shenanigans and an aging spell.

(Use “Lucretia graphic novel” as search terms to get the closest to “official” art of her, n so u don’t gotta worry about using fan art. Would send pics but wanna remain anon.) Lucretia my beloved. Woman of my dreams.

[barry-j-blupjeans]

Carey didn't really like going into the Director's office. Like, yeah, sure, she'd have to come on by every once and a while if Lucretia wanted to talk to her or just some of the Regulators in general. But being in an office wasn't exactly Carey's preferred "let's have a conversation zone". Sadly, this was a conversation she would prefer to have as soon as possible, so waiting to catch the Director outside her office was a no-go.

Carey rapped on the door, and then let herself in before the Director could answer. The office had grown more cluttered since Candlenights. Maybe it was the quick pace they were making with collecting the Relics, but the Director often seemed much more weary than she used to. There were times when she truly looked her age. Carey didn't know much about how humans aged— though she was learning! She was learning.— but every time she looked, the Director seemed to have aged a few more years.

There was a stack of papers stacked on her desk in a messy pile. The Director had three out in front of her— Carey could recognize Magnus's chicken scratch. She seemed to be reviewing the mission reports from the last relic collection. The Temporal Chalice and whatnot. At the very least, that might make this conversation a little easier.

The Director looked up at her. Had she ever told them how old she was? She looked worn and on edge, but she put on her professional face as Carey shut the door, the face she rarely let anyone see her without. Carey knew when someone was wearing a mask all too well.

"Carey," she said, moving the reports aside. "What can I do for you?"

Okay. Okay. She could do this. Just had to say words! In a good order. Yeah.

"Well, uh," Carey said, sitting herself down in one of the chairs across from the Director's desk. "I just had a question, 'Creesh."

The Director let out a little annoyed sigh. She rubbed the bridge of her nose.

"Please don't call me that," she said.

"Just keepin' you on your toes," Carey said. She swung her tail back and forth to give herself something to do. "No, but, for real. I did have a question."

The Director waved her hand in a "go ahead" motion. Carey cleared her throat.

"Is there anything… other than the Voidfish that can, like, static up someone's memories?"

The Director blinked. She sat up a little.

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"Well," Carey said. How in-depth did she want to go with this? She picked around in her mind for a starting point. Her gaze lingered on the mission reports and Magnus's shitty handwriting a moment longer. "Y'know the— the whole thing that the Chalice did where it, uh… rooted through the boys' memories a bit?"

The Director kept her face perfectly neutral. Not a crack.

"I'm aware," she said, glancing down at the reports as well.

"I don't know how, uhm, in-depth they got with you on those reports," Carey said, even though she did know exactly how in-depth Magnus had gone with his (which is to say: barely anything. The deep and understandable distrust of authority figures hadn't changed in Refuge.). "But I was talkin' to Magnus and, uh. We were just wondering. 'Cus there was an entire… bit. With a buncha static, apparently? Like, a real long bit. And I know static is kinda the Voidfish's thing, but he's inoculated obviously, so—?"

She left the question open-ended, watching the Director's face. As expected, there wasn't a shift in expression. There was open concern there, a little bit of curiosity. But from what Carey could tell, the Director seemed to be telling the truth when she said,

"As far as I'm aware of, nothing else has powers remotely like the Voidfish." She paused, tilting her head. "It may be a memory spell, or mayhaps a curse? But Magnus should— he should not be receiving any memory-impacting side effects of the Voidfish since he has been inoculated with the ichor."

"Killian was thinkin' curse," Carey admitted, swinging her legs. "But then it's just like— why, y'know? Like whatever he can't remember isn't doing anything other than— than— ughhhh." Carey dragged her hand down her face. "Director, can you keep a secret?"

"Carey," the Director said, with a touch of humor. "Think of who you're asking."

"Fair enough," Carey relented. "It's just— it's not my secret to tell, but also you are like, one of the only people I could think of of knowing what the hell might be going on. But it's— well, y'know how Magnus grew up in Raven's Roost?"

"I'm well aware," the Director said. "As he keeps mentioning it every other conversation we have."

"Yeah," Carey said. "He does that. But he— I mean, again, he grew up in Raven's Roost. Like, that's his entire thing. But, uhm. He told me that sometimes in like, the last few years he lived there, things seemed… off?"

"How do you mean?"

Carey groaned, trying to think.

"Like— his mom ran a flower shop? But no one ever heard of it before. No— no one seemed to know his mom. And I can tell it upset him, but he doesn't like to talk about it, y'know? It's hard— it's hard to kinda chip away at his brain when he doesn't really trust his brain in the first place."

And there it was. For the first time since Carey entered the room, a small crack appeared in the Director's perfect mask. It was a small thing— she clenched her jaw and drew back on herself slightly, barely enough to be noticeable. And the look in her eyes changed from professional interest to completely and utter devastation and back to professional interest once more. She locked herself back up even faster than Magnus did. That being said, Carey wasn't as close with the Director as she was with Magnus.

She knew Magnus's tells. The way he held himself, the tiniest change in his expressions, the pitch of his voice. But it was hard to see past the brick wall that was the Director's facade. All she got were these little glances, the restless note in her speech, the state of her office.

Magnus held secrets he didn't know about. Carey knew that. The Director looked like she held all her secrets and the weight of the world as well. In some way, she did.

Carey didn't know if she'd be able to have the courage to do what the Director did. She was beginning to become uncertain if that was a good or a bad thing.

"Magnus should not be receiving any memory-impacting side effects of the Voidfish," the Director repeated, voice steady, body still. Carey's tail thrashed a bit. Then, with a touch of sincerity and a weird twist of what Carey could only identify as yearning, she added, "but I genuinely hope you can find something that will ease Magnus's mind."

"Yeah," Carey said, watching as the Director straightened the reports out, then pick up a pen. "Me too."

[terabyte-teddybear]

aroace lesbian lucretia icons <3

[autisticangus]

[girl-mercury]

You wouldn’t know my name, but I’ve almost certainly ghost-written something that you’ve read, and this- this just seems like a story worth telling.

Lucretia, the Lonely Journal-Keeper

[softgaycontent]

space milf

[argonaut--keene]

Okay fuck it, even if I don't finish it anytime soon or ever, I have 40 chapters of this fic that have been waiting to see the light of day for years and you know what, they're good, so I'm going to share them. Get ready, it's time to find Another Way

[murderandcoffee]

man it's been a few years since my taz balance re-listen (and even more since my original listen) but the songs madam director and lucretia STILL elicit an immediate emotional reaction from me whenever they start playing

[jacodraws]

Madam Director…

[ID an illustration of Lucretia from The Adventure Zone. She is standing alone at the top of a few steps in a dim room. Behind her is the dark glittering silhouette of the void fish in a tank. She is holding the bulwark staff, and is wearing a blue and white dress, star earrings, and a dark blue cloak. She looks nervously to the side.]