#readersona

[allisluv]

allisluv's readersona masterlist!

inspired by @auroralwriting <33

request are open for all of these so feel free to ask away!!

———— shy!wifey (the hunger games)

ABOUT SHY!WIFEY... // grew up in a poorer part of district four. daughter of a fisherman. volunteered when her father was in so much debt that there was no other way for them to get money. was mentored by finnick and the two fell in love from there. won the 67th hunger games at sixteen years of age. played the sweet and innocent act (which wasn't really an act as thats genuinely who she is). shy!wifey is kind, strong-willed and soft-spoken, but she is not afraid to put someone in their place if the need arises.

•••• you can find out more about shy!wifey by using the “#shy!wifey” tag on my page.

———— CHERRY (daisy jones and the six)

ABOUT CHERRY… // cherry works in a record/vinyl store and meets graham dunne during the height of his career with his band in the 70s. after being invited to watch him and his band mates play, both graham and cherry begin to bond. cherry is sarcastic, blunt witty, and isn’t afraid to knock billy dunne down a peg or two when necessary.

•••• you can find out more about cherry by using the “#cherry 🍒” tag on my page.

——— HARMONY (daisy jones and the six)

ABOUT HARMONY…// harmony is graham and billys younger sister who moves to la with cami, karen and the boys to pursue her acting career. harmony meets daisy at the band’s practice one day, and is instantly smitten. harmony isnt comfortable with her sexuality, unlike daisy, who couldn’t give a damn. harmony also saw what drugs and alcohol did to her brother, and is very anti-substances because of this, which leads to many issues in her situationship with daisy. harmony is outspoken and naive and, at times, a bit stuck up, but she almost always has good intentions.

•••• you can find out more about harmony by using the “#harmony 🎼” tag on my page.

[malibuwriting]

perseus (fic) — part one

pairing: percy weasley x eleanora black (readersona)

summary: eleanora black, daughter of deceased regulus black, is attending her fifth year at hogwarts. between her budding crush on percy weasley and the fact that her uncle escaped azkaban, she doesn’t know what to expect for the coming year.

warnings: mild angst, mentions of death

word count: 2.1k

a/n: this fanfiction was originally uploaded to ao3 under the same name. i’ve edited it slightly, but it still contains the same info! dividers come from @hyuneskkami !!

— fic masterlist | learn more about eleanora

“You must know how I worry, Eleanora. What with everything going on with… He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named.” Mother spoke his name in a hushed whisper, her eyes darting around their overcrowded apartment as if he could spawn in at any moment. The only creature to give any acknowledgement to her harrowed words was one of the many cats skittering about the place. This particular one was gray all over and gave Mother a sleepy blink before rolling over and exposing his fat stomach. He was desiring to be pet,and Mother was never one to deny her little angels anything.

“I’ll be alright Mother, truly.” Eleanora insisted. She watched her mother stroke the overly large feline, pitying her own sweet cat stuck in a carrier on top of her loaded trunk. Darling Moira would not make a sound the entire trip, that much she had learned after many trips to Hogwarts. “He’s not back, you must know that. Those are just rumors by blasted Rita Skeeter. You must stop reading that garbage.”

Mother gave a forlorn look to the newest edition of Witch Weekly. “It is some of my best company,” she mumbled to herself, her eyes becoming distant as she brought a finger to her lip– a telltale sign she was deep in thought. Eleanora sighed and gently patted Mother’s shoulder.

“Let’s go sit down,” she said softly, guiding Mother in the direction of her favorite armchair. A cat decorated each side, already excited for Mother to sit down and begin to love on them. Mother seemed considerably more at peace as she was lowered down.

“Have a good year at school, darling,” she murmured in a rare moment of clarity. “Be sure to write.”

“I will,” Eleanora answered as she gathered her trunk and Moira’s cage. Though it was amusing– she wouldn’t be able to write. Neither of them had an owl. There was no postage to their apartment. During the school year, Eleanora had the brief reprieve of a world without Mother.

“Moris should be by shortly,” Eleanora called to Mother. The hired help to take care of Mother usually didn’t last very long, and she expected no different from this one. When Mother gave her a blank stare in return, she sighed.

It should be noted that Eleanora cared very deeply for Mother, very deeply indeed. However, Mother was often exhausting to deal with. Eleanora had never known her father, yet his death had affected Mother in such a way that her mind never was quite the same. She saw the world differently, and that was incredibly hard. Eleanora tried to be patient, but it simply wasn’t possible sometimes. She always saw it as some sort of test– a training for the day she would take on the role of Head Girl of Ravenclaw.

She smiled to herself as she dragged her trunk and cat cage into the dimly lit kitchen and dipped her fingers into the jar of Floo powder. Head Girl. Someday, Eleanora. Someday.

Platform 9 and ¾ was a constant hustle and bustle. Eleanora was surrounded by families, some saying tearful goodbyes to first years and others excitedly waving off their seventh years. Eleanora was right in the middle of the pack as a fifth year. Sadnessness twinged in Eleanora’s chest. She was surrounded by so many families, and here she was, alone, with no one to kiss her forehead and wish her goodbye. Mother didn’t leave the house, and Eleanora wasn’t sure she would even want her too. She had become accustomed to silent goodbyes to the world around her, in absence of her mother.

Goodbye, bedside lamp that warded off monsters and allowed for late-night reading.

Goodbye, dimly lit kitchen with half-empty cupboards.

Gooodbye, numerous cats that her sweet Moira never got along with.

She looked down at herself and brushed her hands across her robes. She had dressed in a restroom, wanting to give everyone the right impression of her. She was a prefect this year, and that came with much responsibilities. She couldn’t have others thinking she was foolish. She straightened the prefect pin glistening on her chest, the action bringing a tiny smile to her lips.

“Eleanora!”

Of course, she wasn’t missing Mother for long. Penelope Clearwater, truly her best friend in the entire world, floated toward her. Her arms were already extended out for a hug, and as Eleanora fell into that familiar embrace she found herself entrapped in the warm scent of vanilla. As long as the pair had been friends, Penelope had always been a source of warmth and love for Eleanora.

As the pair separated, Eleanora caught the Clearwater parent’s wrathful gaze. Eleanora took a nervous step back from her beautiful blonde friend, and gave them an awkward nod.

“Mr. and Mrs. Clearwater,” she said politely. The pair only glared down at her, their lips pressed in thin lines. Eleanora resisted the temptation to sigh.

“Come along,” Penelope said, clearly sensing the tension brewing between the group. She extended a hand out to Eleanora, which she gladly took. “Let’s go find our seats on the train before some first years take them.”

After exchanging brief goodbyes with her parents, the pair began to make their way towards the train.

“I wish your parents didn’t hate me so,” Eleanora said with a soft sigh. She gave a wistful look to the families around them, and once more was hit with that pang in her gut– she couldn’t even find a family with her dearest friend in the world.

“They’re just… strange,” Penelope said between long pauses. Her crystal blue eyes darted around as she searched for a reason for her parents behavior. “What, with everything going on right now and all…”

Eleanora’s dark eyebrows shot up. “Everything going on? With what?”

Penelope looked startled, drawing her trolley to an abrupt stop. “I’d assume out of everyone, you would be the one to know–”

“Know what?”

Penelope’s shocked expression abruptly turned into one that was very smug. She bit her lower lip. “Oh Eleano-ra,” she said in a sing-song tone.

“What is it?” Eleanora asked, though she had a feeling she already knew what it was. She felt the instinctive heat in her cheeks.

“Per-cy is be-hind you,” Penelope purred, her eyes glittering with delight. Eleanora bit her lower lip, desperately trying to maintain her cool as she tossed an oh-so casual glance over her shoulder.

Percy Weasley indeed was behind them, and looking as grumpy as ever. The mop of ginger curls glistened in the sun, and she watched carefully as he slid his wire-frame glasses back up his nose. He was perhaps a bit taller this year, shoulders a bit more broad than they used to be. He was already dressed in his robes as well, the elusive Head Boy pin on proud display on his chest.

Eleanora sucked in a breath, and turned back to a giddy Penelope. “He looks even more handsome than last year,” she whispered.

Penelope rolled her eyes, though the playful smile didn’t leave her lips. “I personally don’t understand what you see in the lad.”

“Yes, well, we can’t all be hopelessly in love with Cedric Diggory,” Eleanora said, crossing her arms over her chest. Penelope’s cheeks turned a deep red against her pale skin.

“I am not,” she muttered. “Let’s get on the train.”

Satisfied with her payback, Eleanora grabbed her cart and pushed it towards the train. Once they were both settled down and the lovely thrum of the moving train vibrated below them, Eleanora’s mind traveled back to the question from before. What was going on right now?

When Eleanora once again asked the question, Penelope withdrew into herself. A dark look crossed her face.

“I cannot believe you don’t know,” Penelope murmured. Her tone was hushed, as if every word she spoke was forbidden. Eleanora leaned closer, closing the gap of space between them.

“What is it?” Eleanora whispered.

Penelope’s eyes darted around, landing on everything but Eleanora’s face. “Truly,” she whispered, “It’s hard to talk about. I don’t-”

“Just spit it out already!”

“Sirius Black has escaped.”

Eleanora leaned back against the seat. It was as if every breath had been forced out of her. Air wasn’t coming easily, and truly she felt as if she might faint. She pressed a hand to her temple, trying desperately to focus on the cart before her. No wonder she didn’t know– Mother surely had grasped whatever brain she had left and tried desperately to hide it from her– And it made sense, her mother refused to so much as speak of the family—

“Is it true?” Eleanora heard herself gasp faintly.

Penelope’s haunted look all but confirmed what she feared.

Her uncle had escaped from Azkaban.

“I’m sorry this is so upsetting to you, I know how your mother doesn’t like to speak of your father’s family.” As Penelope began to apologize, her hands clutched to her chest, a chilling sensation swept over Eleanora. She felt as if she were drowning in freezing water, as if she had never felt happiness in her life, as if–

The train was plunged into darkness as it went under a tunnel, and all at once, the lights went out. Screams echoed through the train, all while that achingly cold hand gripped her heart. Penelope felt a world away from her.

“Pen,” Eleanora whimpered, her eyes displaying double shadows as she tried to reach out to her friend. “What- what’s happening…”

“I–” Penelope sounded as dazed as Eleanora felt. “It– it won’t stop.”

The door to their cart squealed as it was thrown open. Percy Weasley appeared in the doorway, his wand held before him and glowing from the end. It cast his face in a harsh white light, making his freckles all the more prominent against his pale skin. His eyes were cloudy, mirroring the distant look Penelope herself had.

“There’s dementors on the train,” Percy said. His voice sounded far away, an echo of what his normal rumble sounded like. “They’re searching for Sirius Black. They should be gone soon, and they shouldn’t bother you. It’s important you–” His voice caught suddenly, as if he couldn’t breathe. The silence that stretched before them seemed as if it went on forever until he finally shuddered a gasp.

“It’s important you remain calm,” he continued. The weakness in his words was obvious this time– Eleanora realized he was fighting whatever had come over them. “You two are Ravenclaws, yes?”

Eleanora barely managed to nod. She felt so… so cold…

“Your– your Head Boy or Girl should be around shortly,” Percy managed to say. “Remain calm.”

He was gone as quickly as he had come, taking the light with him. Their cart was once again cast into darkness. Eleanora was hit with the sudden, lingering thought that none other than Percy Weasley had made his way to check on her. Sure, it was part of his Head Boy duties, but– Percy Weasley, of all people.

The thought made Eleanora feel a bit warmer inside. The ice around her was defrosting, if only a little bit. It was an odd sensation — as if the kind thoughts were truly pushing back the darkness that had ensnared her

“Think… happy thoughts,” Penelope wheezed from across her.

So Eleanora did. She thought of the way she felt when she passed Percy in the corridors. The warmth that bubbled up inside her at even the smallest interaction with him was something she needed right now. She recalled memories of Fred and George Weasley causing distractions in class, and how they always made her chuckle even on her worst days.

And of course, she thought of Pen– her Penelope, her dearest friend. She thought of her most of all. She thought of their hugs and their whispered secrets and long hours wasted together. Time with Pen was never a waste though, was it?

After recalling all of these warm memories that brought her mind to a place of peace, Eleanora realized the lights had come on once more, and they had exited the dreadful cave. The cold that had gripped her had seeped away, and clearly Penelope was doing much better herself. Color was flushing back into her cheeks, and her eyes seemed to glimmer in the light.

“I don’t know what that was,” Penelope said slowly as she brushed imaginary dust off her fine skirt. “But I do know that I heard Percy’s voice in this car.”

Eleanora laughed. Truly, she was relieved Penelope could joke after something like that. The pair chattered on, all the while they ignored what Percy had said. Searching for Sirius Black. Dementors. On the Hogwarts Express. It was asinine. And in the back of her mind, Penelope was left wondering.

Had her uncle also made it to Hogwarts?

[sincerelystarry]

( 🕊 ) . * dove . . . the hunger games readersona !!

𝜗𝜚 𓂃 personality !!

dove tries to be as friendly as she can, a ray of sunshine among the terror that was the hunger games. after her games, she became more reserved, less trusting to those she didn’t know. she was still polite to those in her district, always willing to lend a helping hand, but spoke less, afraid to give out too many of her own secrets. her guard is down most when she’s around those she truly loves or young children; dove has never wanted anything more than to become a mother. 

𝜗𝜚 𓂃 timeline !!

dove is the district 4 victor of the 70th hunger games, replacing annie in this role (annie still exists, but instead is one of dove’s close friends from the career academy.) her mother had died in childbirth and her father was a peacekeeper, making her illegitimate and leaving her to be raised by her grandmother. 

throughout her life, she helped her grandmother in an antiques shop, and once she was old enough, trained in the career academy. dove never had any intention of joining the games; training was a precaution, in case she was reaped. instead, she ended up volunteering in the 70th games for a young girl, probably only 12 years old, when she was 17. her district partner was her boyfriend at this time, of whom was reaped instead of volunteered. 

she was mentored by finnick odair and mags flanagan, taught how to play to the crowd by finnick and proper games strategy by mags, who she began to see as a maternal figure, now that she was so far from her grandmother. during her interviews, she played the role of the innocent girl who just wanted to protect the reaped child and get home to her grandmother. 

during her games, she was adept at improvising with the materials she had, teaming up with a few of the other careers, including her district partner. everyone was eventually killed off, and when there were only a few people left, she was betrayed by her district partner. she ended up killing him, the last few tributes being finished off by mutts or each other, leaving her the winner. this betrayal left her with intense trust issues, now only able to trust a handful of people. these people were now her grandmother, annie cresta, mags, and finnick. 

after returning home and her eighteenth birthday coming and going, she was made to sell herself to the capitol, not unlike other victors, including finnick. the capitol had liked her innocence, wanted to take it and corrupt it and have it all for themselves. and, of course, she didn’t have a choice. not unless she wanted her grandmother and annie to be hurt. as she was being put under the hands and mouths of capitolites, finnick was there to comfort her after every night. after a few years, the two started to pursue a secret romance, needing to hide it from the prying eyes of the capitol. 

she was reaped for the 75th hunger games, mags volunteering in her place. when katniss everdeen destroyed the forcefield, she was taken to the capitol to be tortured. like peeta, she was hijacked. instead of being violent, like peeta was to katniss after being rescued to district 13, she was terrified of finnick. 

even after she starts to differentiate between the real and modified memories the capitol gave her, even after the rebellion ends and snow and coin are dead, even after she is returned to what’s left of district four to help rebuild it, she struggles with trusting others, including finnick. finnick odair, who never stops trying to get his girl back, who is patient with her as she tries to remember who he really is, rather than the twisted facsimile that was implanted into her head.

𝜗𝜚 𓂃 dove masterlist !!

( tbd ! )

[auroralwriting]

-- how do raindrop and finnick meet?

raindrop and finnick meet at a capitol gala. raindrop is freshly eighteen and president snow decides it's time to put her into the spotlight. they are introduced literally by snow himself.

that night, snow forces finnick to wait in raindrop's room for her to give her a birthday surprise. when raindrop enters, she's absolutely bewildered and almost offended finnick is there. when he explains the situation, she's furious and deeply saddened for him. they spend the rest of the night just talking.

he finds out she's actually very sane and doesn't agree with her grandfather's ideas and agenda. it's.. very refreshing.

-- how long until they get together?

ha, a very long time. they don't get together until district 13. they spend their time together in the capitol, when appropriate, and long for each other in every other situation. their romance is secret so snow can't manipulate it.

-- how does the plot change?

after catching fire, finnick is taken to the capitol where raindrop eventually breaks him out. she takes him to district thirteen where she's mistaken as the enemy and is imprisoned and tortured until finnick can save her.

[pinkanon-com]

Okay, basically this is how I've been planning out OC & readersona plotlines so I limit having to bounce from tab to tab for tiny bits and bobs of information for them; so here's Willow, Sunflower, & Honey:

Also requests are open for them!

Willow

Let it be known that it took everything in me to not make Willow a Taylor Swift coded readersona (maybe I'll make one, but my oc Jennifer kinda-sorta covers that base, but we will see!!!) And I'm buckling down on listening to songs by the artists mentioned for her music "influences" especially Florence + the Machine

Sunflower

As you can see, I had a few other names in mind before landing on Sunflower. Basically these placeholder names, for me, are more than that. They help me shape out personalities based on what the association is. willows remind me of whimsical folktales, sunflowers remind me of standing barefoot on concrete just to soak in a bit of sunshine, honey reminds me of being a theatre kid and packing citrus tea & honey to rehearsals.

So picking Sunflower as the placeholder meant creating a readersona where she's just always, pretty much, walking on sunshine. Which can come with its own angst (i, briefly last summer, had a few sunflowers in my front yard from birds digging seeds into a planter box & never coming back for them)

And, I keep circling back to this in my head, but Daisy & Sunflower are Beaches (1988) coded (Daisy would be CC and Sunflower would be Hillary btw)

Honey

And lastly, Honey! So she's lowkey my big, bittersweet, love letter to when I did a whole bunch of plays and musicals in school & all of the core memories I've made from it.

And it did take me a hot minute to figure out what Honey's main thing was. Like I toyed with her being a musician, a groupie, a makeup artist/stylist before deciding on a stage actress.

[arkarti]

Could… Could we maybe have some (TASTEFUL) nsfw with reader too? 👉🏻👈🏻 (only if you’re okay with it though!)

hmm, I have not thought about it 😅 uhhh atm prob leaning more towards no-ish?

[sparklecur]

it is after 9pm so im legally not allowed to get anxious about stuff but also ummm if my writing is bad or ooc um im sorry and its a first draft probably. sorry

[dismissivedestroyer]

Is this anything??? Book of Bill readersona? Reader OC? Her name's Ellie btw she's 13 and makes a lot of bad life choices

[cr3stawrites]

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aly’s song fic challenge!!

as you can see !!! im copying vienna but honestly i needed to do some sort of masterlist at some point so here we are!! <3

anyways—below are my readersonas, their basic info, and their playlists!! :D along with their hashtags so you can easily find them!!!

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firecracker — daisy jones & the six ᥫ᭡。

— FIRECRACKER is the little sister of warren rojas, who comes down to L.A. to see her big brother for the first time in two years — only to then be enthralled with the life of being on the strip, and in the arms of billy dunne.

slowly, firecracker struggles with her identity rather than being just billy’s girl (sometimes) and has to find her way to be her own once again. and sometimes she’s glad she has billy by her side (the keyword here is sometimes) but at least she can always count on her best friend (with benefits) daisy jones!

you can find more out about firecracker by using the #firecracker💥 hashtag <3

and you can listen to her playlist here !!

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aurora — the hunger games .𖥔 ��

— AURORA is the victor of the 66th hunger games at 15 years old, and due to how she wasn’t even gambled to make it to the final two, let alone the victor, it’s safe to say she wasn’t entirely popular with those in the capitol. and after her parents’ tragic murder in the same way she used to win — aurora now has to make her way through the world, while also dealing with the trauma of being a victor.

enter finnick odair. who becomes her mentor away from blight. and slowly, becomes the love of her life, the one that she’d die for. even if it meant dying in his arms, or not having him at all after tragic events in the arena.

you can read more about aurora by using her hashtag #aurora🪵 <3

and you can listen to her playlist here !!

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marigold — daisy jones & the six ⋆⭒˚｡⋆

— MARIGOLD is your typical hippie girl in the 70s. she’s confident and most importantly, she loves gardening. even despite living in california her whole life, she finds plants more fascinating than anything else.

she supposed that’s why she has billy dunne wrapped around her finger, with how in love with her he is. perhaps her appreciation for other things while still being a supportive girlfriend makes her the perfect fit for a rockstar struggling with his own issues is what has him wrapped around her finger. whatever it is, the feeling is certainly mutual — for marigold is wrapped around billy dunne’s finger as well.

you can read more about marigold by using the #marigold🌻 hashtag <3

and you can access marigold’s playlist here!! (huge thank you to vienna [@auroralwriting] for helping me out with her playlist!!<3)

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songbird — the hunger games (tbosas) ♫

— SONGBIRD is the covey’s accordion player, she’s traveled all her life with the covey and has been covey since day one. with her best friend lucy gray baird by her side.

suddenly, when her best friend is reaped, songbird is crippled with the fact that she may never see her again. her best friend, her lover. and now — songbird is struggling with even wanting to care for herself.

she just wants her covey girl back.

you can read more about songbird by using the #songbird🕊️ hashtag <3

and you can listen to her playlist here!!

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snapdragon — daisy jones & the six 𖤓

— SNAPDRAGON is born and raised in l.a. and from the start, she was meant to be a star.

and yet, meeting daisy jones was the light of her life, not singing for the first time, not recording her first album, not anything involving her career. it was daisy jones.

margaret ‘daisy’ jones.

who just happened to be fucking in love with someone else who was struggling with getting the man she loved to be with her and her only. just her luck.

you can read more about snapdragon by using the #snapdragon 🌺 hashtag <3

and you can take a look of her playlist here!! (thanks to @roses-tired, @emmynemm, and @daisyjonesgf for helping me out with her playlist!!!)

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cielo — daisy jones & the six *ೃ༄

— CIELO is a born and raised californian girl. her parents own a surf shop near the beach and since she was young, she’s been a surfer girl at heart. she’s even taken up teaching kids to surf as an extension of her parents’ surf shop.

but one day, she has other hopes and aspirations. the music scene is calling her — and she knows it. but everything she writes just doesn’t hit for her, so how would it hit for an audience? and then, a curly hair man is dragged to the surf shop, and cielo’s life is changed for her better.

and hopefully, his encouragement will get cielo out there in her dreams.

you can read more about cielo by using the #cielo✨ hashtag <33

and as always, you can find her playlist here!! (still a work in progress but you’ll see it come together!! — thank u wanda pookie for helping out!!!)

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wildflower — daisy jones & the six °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

— WILDFLOWER is mostly known as being billy dunne’s high school sweetheart and the mother to his daughter. but she’s more than that. she’s a mother, and she’s a writer.

she wants to break free from the label as “billy dunne’s wife” or “billy dunne’s high school sweetheart” and become her own person, a well renowned author. yet, her love of being a mother comes first for her little ophelia, and her husband.

who seems to be pulling further and further away from her — and more towards a certain daisy jones, maybe? wildflower doesn’t want to think too much of it, she trusts billy.

you can read more about wildflower by using the #wildflower💐 hashtag <33

and of course !! here’s wildflower’s playlist!!

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bluebell — daisy jones and the six ✮⋆˙

— BLUEBELL is a single mom in l.a. working part time as a waitress to help care for her daughter cassia. her child’s father is no longer in the picture, so it’s just her and cassia in a one bedroom apartment, struggling to make ends meet.

despite being a mother, most consider her being abrasive and maybe a bit stand offish, but that’s perhaps what attracts her fellow waitress daisy jones to her. because knowing why bluebell is abrasive and people see her as stand offish—it’s because she’s afraid of getting her heart broken again.

daisy has her own problems, but somehow and surprisingly, bluebell lets her into her and cassia’s little life.

but once daisy goes up in fame, can bluebell handle the fame and stress it comes with being the lead singer’s girlfriend — or will the rumors of her girlfriend being in love with the other lead singer make her leave and forget?

you can read more about bluebell by using the #bluebell🫐 hashtags :D

and as always, thank you to pookie wanda, you can find her playlist here!!

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[ssweeterthanfiction]

naive capitol escort!reader and bunnies

i associate many of my "readersonas" with animals. apprentice stylist!reader (finnick odair) is an otter, "traitor" popstar!reader (billy dunne) is a butterfly.

naive capitol escort!reader is a bunny.

and not just because she's soft. not just because she's sweet or looks good in pastels. she's a bunny because she's prey. because she flinches when voices rise. because she doesn’t speak up, just twitches in place. because the world built around her taught her to survive through stillness, through obedience, through docility. she doesn’t run—she freezes. smiles. nods. offers a ribbon and a soft word as the wolf bares its teeth. she was raised in the capitol, dressed in silk and jewels, praised for her politeness, her poise, her perfectly pastel-tinted optimism. she is the kind of girl who calls the reaping “bittersweet” and actually believes it. who gives the tributes cookies and says, “good luck, sweethearts,” like that might save them.

she tells finnick she visited the arena from his games once. says it like she’s proud. like it was a field trip. “i took pictures!” she chirps, as if that patch of sand and sea didn’t nearly kill him. he clenches his jaw. when she shows him the photos later—wide blue water, the Cornucopia glittering in the sun—he forces a smile so wide it cuts. she tilts her head and asks, “finnick, are you okay?” and he says, “of course i am.” and she believes it. of course she does. she’s prey. she doesn’t recognize the "predator" behind the glass smile.

sometimes he slips. sometimes the mask cracks. once, after she says something especially naive—about a tribute who “looked so darling in their stylist’s design,”—finnick mutters, “you really don’t get it, do you?” and walks away. she thinks he’s just having a bad day. she doesn’t understand that her innocence cuts more than any knife.

but she dreams, sometimes. dreams of rabbits caught in snares. red on white fur. bones crunching under quiet. she wakes up crying and doesn’t know why. her hands tremble. she brushes her hair and tells herself it was just a dream.

she doesn’t know she’s the bunny in the trap. not yet.

the capitol loves her. they put her on camera because she makes the violence look gentle. because she makes death look civil. they call her charming. precious. a breath of fresh air. she thinks it’s a compliment. she thinks she’s making a difference.

but she’s not evil. she’s just been programmed. she thinks kindness is giving a doomed girl a flower crown. she thinks being good means smiling through the screams.

and it’s only later—after the lies shatter and the ribbons fray—that she realizes softness doesn’t have to mean submission. it can mean survival. it can mean resistance. it can mean choosing gentleness even in a world that worships brutality.

but for now, she’s still a bunny. still blinking up at the wolves. still thinking she’s safe in the hands that feed her.

until one day, she isn’t.

[sweetsbylia]

finnick o’dair

readersonas

snow!reader

dolly!reader (district4)

bambi!reader (district12)

princess!reader (knight!finnick au)

series / au’s

money power glory (snow!reader, flangst)

once upon a dream (knight!finnick x princess!reader)

fics:

nectar of the gods (smut, MDNI)

cruel world (angst, fluff)

when the world was at war we kept dancing (angst)

dark paradise (angst)

headcannons:

finnick o’dair x girly!reader (smut,fluff MDNI)

blurbs:

finnick x reader, beach date (smut, MDNI)

dad!finnick x mom!reader (fluff)

(dividers used by @cafekitsune)

[allisluv]

okay folks here are my april hopefuls (things i am hoping to write this month so long as everything goes according to plan):

johanna mason x fem!reader who has low blood sugar (oneshot)

finnick o'dair x shy!wifey who rambles off facts (oneshot, part of the shy!wifey x finnick universe)

katniss everdeen x fem!reader who works too hard (oneshot)

day one of my take on ttpd---- finnick o'dair x fem!reader to fortnight

i'm also gonna work on my readersona's (cherry, shy!wifey, party girl and harmony, the last two are yet to be talked about) and i'm hoping to publish a masterlist for them sometime soon!! <3

[daisyjonesgf]

omg new readersona dropping...loading...

periwinkle 🪻

(what's a readersona? I just don't like y/n so if a reader will be long term talked ab they are given nicknames, ie 'sweet girl' in the river, or 'muse' for the billy dunne fics and blurbs ✨️)

an odesta x reader girlie

grows up in d4 and to make additional money in the markets made jewelry out of shells, sea glass, and other things found on the beaches

these markets are where she meets finnick and annie

she feels guilty for crushing on them, but they both are very honest with each other and so from early on are discussing with each other that they think she's cute, she's sweet, and as feelings develop also talk with one another

once they're together they pass her off as annies best friend but those in the district who know definitely know (and so does snow)

her and annie have a garden together

finnick teaches her knots and she teaches him different things about shells, what they can symbolize, and just animals that live in them originally too

she makes them both different necklaces just for them but also ones with three different objects to represent them

this is where the periwinkle name comes from since her shell is the periwinkle shell (specifically the beaded ones)

finnick is the telescopium shell (his necklace in the quarter quell is a cut open one to symbolize only having a part of himself with him when having to be without her and annie)

and annie's is turitellas

whenever finnick is gone she helps soothe annie and take care of her but they also just love gardening and beach days and she'll braid annies hair and she teaches annie how to make jewelry with things they collect, and this is especially true during the quarter quell

she is someone who because of all that annie and finnick have gone through doesn't thinks she has a right to complain so she holds it all in despite being a very sensitive person

so she takes care of annie and pushes her own emotions down when finnick is gone bc she also others herself

they both love her and treat her like part of them, but she has decided she's just not as important as them, that they would pick each other, so she doesn't see her being upset as being as valid as annie being upset

because snow knows what's going on she is taken to the capitol with annie and sees her family die first, all being shot by peacekeepers

she is tortured in the capitol, preying on the way she already has othered herself, on top of other forms of torture

when rescued she starts showing signs of agoraphobia and struggles to get around d13 and even after the war with going outside in general

she's so happy for finnick and annie to be getting married, but also especially bc the capitol got in her head, she becomes convinced that this is the end coming soon bc they're married and don't need her

she also still doesn't consider her trauma real

she realizes she's pregnant before finnick leaves and the wedding occurs but is so in her head that she says nothing and then when annie realizes she's pregnant is pushes her more into not speaking up bc she sees that as more important and further proof they don't need her

she does, before finnick leaves, accidentally tell katniss she's pregnant, and katniss does keep it a secret until she accidentally say something to finnick at some point on the mission and he is shocked, and doesn't know annie is pregnant at this point

so he is shocked (bc he survives) when they take the capitol and both her and annie are pregnant

which is how annie finds out she's pregnant too

and she finally has to talk about her feelings with them and they get to reassure her

then they live the rest of their happy family lives in district 4

yay

anyways that's the lore, the epiphany fic will be about them, send in your asks, mwah 💋

[sincerelystarry]

( 🍒 ) . * you’ll be more fun to miss . . . than to be with !! ( pt. 1 )

cherry 🍒 x billy dunne

more fun to miss ( mini-series ) — 1 . 2 . 3

summary : when cherry keeps daisy away from a studio session with a party full of drugs, sex, and booze, billy goes to find out what happened to his bandmate. he instead comes face-to-face with his fucked up girlfriend. after taking care of her, what else could he do but write a song about it?

warnings : drinking/inebriation, drug use, suggestive internal monologuing(?), billy dunne being not a great person

word count : 1.8k

Daisy was over an hour late and Billy was worried. Being late was a classic Daisy Jones thing, of course; everyone knew that if they told her to be somewhere at 1:00 then she wouldn’t show up until 2:00, and that if she had 15 minutes left to get ready, she’d take 30. But this was too much. They had planned to be at the studio at 5:00 and now it was 8:00 pm. Everyone else had already gone home, Teddy and Billy were the only ones still waiting, trying to be patient. 

“I’m going to find her,” Billy says finally, standing up. Anything could’ve happened to Daisy. He would never let himself admit it, but since he met her through Cherry and started working with her on ��AURORA,” he started to care for her just as much as he did for the rest of his bandmates. For all he knew, she could’ve overdosed on one of those pills she always seemed to be taking. That was the worst case scenario. Best case was that she was hungover or sick and just forgot to call.

“I’ll come with you,” Teddy sighs, grabbing his coat.

The two of them drive to Cherry and Daisy’s place and are met with loud music that could’ve probably been heard all the way down the block. The front door is unlocked but it’s a struggle to even make it past the driveway with the sheer amount of people milling about, drunk, high, and doped up off their asses. They fight their way inside, searching around for any signs of either of the two residents. 

Billy slides open the glass door to the backyard, finding Daisy smoking in one of the lawn chairs. “Where the hell have you been?” he asks.

“What happened to ‘hi’?” she asks, looking up at Billy. Her pupils were blown out, it was clear she wasn’t in her own mind. 

“Where’s Cherry?” he asks, holding himself back from screaming at Daisy.

She gestures to where people were whooping and cheering near the edge of the pool. Billy turns to look at what Daisy was pointing to and sees his girl standing on the low diving board. She was wasted, yet somehow fucking ethereal. A flowy white dress, her hair loose, lipstick and mascara smudged. He watches, frozen in place, as she turns around so her back was facing the pool, earning boos from the party goers. Boos that quickly change to louder cheers as she falls backwards, plunging into the cold water.

The splash snaps him out of it. 

Cherry sinks. She doesn't even realize she's sinking, doesn't realize she has to start swimming, that she's curled into a ball and was preventing herself from floating. One second, she's in the water, the next, she's in someone’s arms, lifting her from the pool. She's placed in a lawn chair, a towel wrapped around her. Everything around her is fuzzy. Is that Teddy over there, kicking everyone out of her party? Where is Daisy?

“Fuck, babe, what the hell happened here?” Billy asks, looking down at her from where he was standing. 

The blur that was her boyfriend comes into focus, like a cameraman adjusted the lenses of her eyes, and a smile blooms on her face. “You came to my party!” she beams. “There’s beer in the fridge. I think. I’m not sure if it’s still there.”

He's pissed. Pissed that she had kept Daisy from the studio with this stupid party. Pissed that she got so fucked up without him there to watch over her, to keep her safe. Pissed because no matter how upset he is at her, he can't help but notice how the fabric of her dress went translucent when soaked through. He can't help but let his gaze fall to the way the wet material clings to her skin, the curves of her body, how the beads of water glimmer in the light coming through from the glass door, back-lighting her like a halo around her whole body.

“Party’s over, Cherry,” he says firmly, tearing his eyes away from her and making sure Teddy was taking care of Daisy. 

She doesn’t seem to have heard, responding with “You’re pretty.” And he is. His hair is damp from getting her out of the pool, his shirt clinging onto his skin and revealing his toned body underneath.

“Now isn’t the time.” Billy shakes his head and moves to help Cherry stand. “Let’s get you into some new clothes, babe.”

She complies, letting him guide her into the house and press a glass of water to her lips. Lets him change her out of her damp dress into a t-shirt and cotton shorts. She lets him tuck her into bed and doesn’t argue when he refuses to stay the night. 

When Billy gets home, he doesn't know what to do. He tries to go to bed, goes through his usual routine, but can't fall asleep. His mind races with thoughts about Cherry. He loved her. Loved? No, he loves her. Present-tense. But then why isn't he with her? Why is he in his own bed and not hers, making sure she doesn't throw up in the middle of the night? Making sure she has enough water, holding her close to take care of her, knowing she needs him. 

As much as he tells himself he should get up, should go back to her, he doesn't. The furthest he makes it is out of bed, into his living room. And he freezes. He freezes and turns his back to the front door and grabs his guitar instead.

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“I’m not fucking singing this,” Daisy deadpans. 

“Why the hell not?” Billy snaps. 

“Because I don’t know what kind of bullshit trouble you’re having in paradise right now but I am not singing this shit about my best friend.”

“How do you know it’s about Cherry?” he asks.

“Maybe because I didn’t even need to say her name and you knew who I was talking about!” Daisy says, calling him out.

“It’s fine, we write about each other all the time,” he argues. “Half of the songs on ‘AURORA’ are about her anyway, how’s this so different?”

“Because those songs were hopeful. They were about the past. ‘Let Me Down Easy,’ ‘You Were Gone’? Those were about your high school sweethearts, second chance romance, bullshit Jane Austen love lives,” she says as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “This is about last night. And there’s no ‘let’s try again,’ it’s almost as if you fucking regret her!”

“Don’t say that,” he hisses. “I don’t regret her, I love her, don’t fucking try to assume our relationship is something it’s not. You and Cherry might be attached at the hip but that doesn’t mean you know everything about us.”

“Then why the hell would you write this?” Daisy asks, less arguing now, more just wanting to know what the fuck was going on in Billy’s head. “‘You're just a wild guess in a see-through dress’? ‘But you'd be just as fun as a jammed-up gun / Another shot at just the wrong place and time’?” she reads from the notebook in her hand. 

“Because I was angry, Daisy!” he shouts. “I was pissed at her, but that doesn’t mean I don’t still fucking love her! I just— I needed to get everything out. And this is how. I’d think out of everyone, you’d understand the most.”

Daisy just looks at him. Clearly she was exhausted, hungover, and desperate to defend and protect her friend. “You’ll talk to her about this,” she says. It wasn’t a question, it wasn’t a request. It was a demand. 

“Yes, fine,” he says. “I’ll talk to her about this, just record the damn song, Daisy.”

Her eyes narrow as if she doesn’t believe him, but she drops it and steps into the sound booth.

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That evening, Cherry pulls up in Billy’s driveway, wanting to see him. Using the spare key under the doormat, she lets herself in, finding him on the couch, writing. 

“Hi, honey,” she says, sitting beside him, head automatically going to lean on his shoulder. 

“Hey.” His answer is short, his attention focused on his songbook. 

“I’m sorry about keeping Daisy from the studio last night. And for getting so wasted,” she murmurs, turning her head to press a kiss to his shoulder. 

“It’s alright,” he says, looking up from his writing now. “Why did you do it?”

“Felt lonely, I guess,” she shrugs. “You’ve been focusing so much on ‘AURORA,’ and it’s like— of course I’m proud of you and it’s so amazing that you care so much about your work, but now it feels like you have no time for me. And I didn’t want to bother you about it. You fix loneliness with friends so I threw a party.”

“I’m sorry I’ve been neglecting you,” he says.

“It’s okay,” she assures, hand finding his. “What do you want for dinner?”

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He doesn’t talk to her about it any more than that. Cherry hears every song, every demo, before the album release. Every song but “More Fun To Miss.” She thinks everything is fine. Fine until it was time for the album cover shoot for ‘AURORA’.

Speakers are set up with songs from the album playing. Cherry is sitting on a rock, heart-shaped sunglasses over her eyes and Polaroid camera in her hands to capture some candids of her friends. The professional stuff was left for Camila Alvarez, Cherry’s childhood best friend, who she specifically requested to come to L.A. for this, knowing her friend’s knack for photography. 

The two girls embrace, Cherry introducing Daisy and Camila to each other. As they chat, “More Fun To Miss” comes on.

“Is this a new one?” Cherry asks Daisy, straining her ears a bit to hear the words.

“What do you mean?” Daisy asks.

“Billy showed me everything you guys recorded for ‘AURORA’ already. I haven’t heard this one yet,” she says. 

“Shit.”

“What? Daisy, what’s going on—?” she pauses mid-sentence as Billy’s voice reach her ears, joining with Daisy’s over the speakers. 

“(More fun to miss) Than to be with / (You're more fun to kiss) Than to be with / (More fun to miss) Than to be with!”

“Cherry, I’m so sorry, I thought he told you,” Daisy says softly. “I told him to tell you.”

“I can’t— I need to—” Cherry just shakes her head, thankful for her sunglasses, shielding the tears welling up in her eyes.

Daisy wraps her arms around her friend, mouthing to Camila ‘Go find Billy.’ Camila does as instructed, looking around for him. She doesn’t need to try too hard, Billy was already looking for Daisy and Camila to tell them everyone was ready to start shooting. Instead, he’s met with the sight of his girl crying in Daisy’s arms.

It clicks then.

The song playing over the speakers, the look in Daisy’s eyes as they lock with Billy’s—deadly, if looks could kill.

"Fuck."

a/n: me when i forget i lowkey can't write! anyway s/o to my girl chantelle you're the only reason i finished this i fear. pt 2 coming??? eventually??? not proof read so pls excuse any typos

[auroralwriting]

do any of the readersonas end up having kids? if so, how many and what are there names? ✨️

-- melody & billy

these two have two kids together, both girls named rosalie and willow

-- sugar & finnick

one child after the war. definitely adopted. her name is magnolia, mags for short.

-- cherry & billy

one child, but it almost didn't happen because cherry was very scared. her name would be jaquelin.

-- darling & camila

technically julia becomes their kid.. so yes. but no kids of their own

-- lace & warren

four kids (rip lace). jacob, tommy, miguel, and molly. miguel and molly are twins.

-- poppy & finnick

two kids! marina and cedar.

-- raindrop & finnick

two children named cassie and remus.

[pinkanon-com]

Okay, so, for the readersonas, I know I wanna do ones for Daisy, Billy, and Warren for dj&ts and possibly even Finnick, Peeta, Katniss for thg and maybe I'll add more (especially for thg when i read the rest of the books & watch the movies)

And I'll probably even make some poly-centric readersonas (so like an Odesta!readersona and a Everlark!readersona) bc... yk, Nikki Lore Drop: I'm polyamorous, so I happen to write A LOT of polyamorous centric stories

Okay, so the following concept are:

Billy Readersona; musician reader who sings songs in the vein of indie, folk music (a la folklore, evermore, bon iver, florence + the machine, hozier, etc)

Daisy Readersona; childhood best friend

Warren Readersona; musical theatre/stage actress

Finnick Readersona: Capitol stylist

Katniss Readersona: Seamstress who lives in 12

Peeta Readersona: shop worker (basically her family has a shop and she's sort of an errand girl)

So! Basically that's that for now, I need to just make some baseline notes & pick names and corresponding emojis for tags

That's also not to say I won't make more readersonas for each respective character, I more than likely will! Cause I like making characters/character concepts!!!