𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐓 𝟕

Independent Semi-Selective Sideblog | Follows back from Luxemusings

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𝐈𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭 and 𝐒𝐞𝐦𝐢-𝐒𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 side blog for 𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 from 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐲 | est. 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 by 𝐋𝐮𝐱𝐞 header by 𝐋𝐮𝐱𝐞 | Follows back from 𝐋𝐮𝐱𝐞𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬

𝐑𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐀𝐜𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐝

[odairisms]

"A dash of charm here, a sprinkle there. I'm anything but ordinary," Finnick casually remarked, snagging a bottle of water. Contrary to expectations, he steered clear of alcohol. When questioned, he'd spin a tale about skincare and empty calories, concealing the true reason. In reality, Finnick navigated Capitol parties with a sober mind, fully aware of their perilous nature.

"Well, I never imagined you'd grace this place," he remarked, leaning against the wall. "Part of me was half-expecting you to be brought in, kicking and screaming, flanked by four guards." He teased her with a mischievous grin. "Losing your touch, Miss Mason?" Finnick added, the playful banter in full swing.

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Johanna scoffed, shaking her head. She wasn't entirely sure what to do in this situation - she couldn't exactly approach it in her usual manner - ❛Hello, we just met! I'm painfully aware of the prostitution of people like us, and I'm wondering if we can start a club, cause you have a vibe I bet they love!❜ - wasn't exactly something that could leave her brain; even Johanna, in all her bluntness, knew that much.

She felt suffocated in a too tight dress, and truth be told it had taken a lot to get her to said event. She'd practically done nothing but stay in her room over the past month, riddled with the guilt that came with feeling responsible for the death of several people - some of whom only died because you made a stupid decision.

❝I wouldn't say that,❞ she smiled slightly, nodding towards their audience ❝You know anywhere around here where two show animals might get a minute alone?❞

[mcsonry]

𝘊𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 - here @versin-surfin

Johanna frowned for a moment, looking down at her own drink, before throwing the remainder back and signalling for another one. This sort of conversation - this sort of honesty - wasn't exactly difficult for Johanna. Her brutality was something which she often prided herself on, and yet, she felt almost guilty having to say it out loud. ❝Honestly Abernathy,❞ she started, shrugging slightly. ❝I think it's hard to say. She's got talent, I'll give her that, but she doesn't exactly have the star quality the rest of us have. ❞ She added, a hint of sarcasm at the end. Her and Haymitch both knew all too well the issues that came with not being palatable. The fighting was only half the game, the sponsorships were where things really started to make or break a game.

❝I can't read loverboy though, he'll either stick the hell by her, or kill her at the first chance. I think she might just kill him though.❞

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❝Mhm - you've got a decent point - I don't think either of them would do too well here, but I feel like she could at least hold her own,❞ Johanna shrugged, swirling her drink around in it's crystal glass. She could defend herself if they sold her, I think he'd just kill himself she thought, even her realising it best to not say it out loud. She sighed as she continued to watch the game in front of her, momentarily considering her tribute. She knew they didn't have a chance, and she probably didn't put as much effort as she should have to prepare them, but she was still getting used to preparing children to die. ❝Is that even really a question?❞ She frowned, tilting her head slightly. Were it not for the excess of cameras watching them at every opportunity, she'd have told him the exact truth; she had nothing to lose, and she actually sort of, in a strange way, gave a fuck about Haymitch.

[mcsonry]

𝘊𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 - here @odairisms

Johanna rolled her eyes as he responded; she'd been hoping she might be able to make her snide comments undetected, as was often the case. ❝I mean, you've clearly had a lot of it,❞ she smirked, her eyes wandering up and down the boy in front of her. He was fucking Finnick Odair - he'd won the games a few years before her, and he was a favourite of the Capitol. She'd seen him on the television endlessly, and he was well known in her village the womanizer from district four.

He was exactly the kind of person Johanna loathed, and were it not for the events of the previous month, hell, she might have. But deep down she was now all too aware of the necessity of his act; of just what it was the Capitol was doing to people like them.

❝I get it, don't worry,❞ she added, looking around at the people trying to hide their glances as they watched two popular victors interact, and wondered what was going through their brains. Whatever it was, she knew she wouldn't like it. ❝Pretty fancy party, right.❞

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𝘚𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳: @bakersboywiththebread

Johanna had gone through a process when it came to the 75th games. She was dreading another year of mentoring, and yet right now it was all she yearned for. Anything was bound to be better than this reality. However, she had found a sense of comfort - though she'd never admit it to the bastard - when Haymitch had informed her he had a plan. She had not, however, expected the plan to a) involve her having to prioritise the safety of a girl she barely knew and already didn't like over herself and her closest friends, and b) involve her having to actually spend time with Abernathy's little alliance.

She'd agreed to join this little rebellion out of rage. Rage for the Capitol making her go through this again, Rage for Snow for what he did to her family, for what he did to her. Even if she died, knowing that nobody else would have to go through she did was something she was content with. She'd lost her fear four years prior, at her first games. Out of all the people involved, there were a few she found more acceptable. Her old friends such as Finnick, kept her sane for the most part, but there were nights throughout the training that she found herself alone, wondering what exactly the point of her being here was.

She sat now at the bar they'd been provided. The interviews were tomorrow, and she was trying her best to drown out any of the doubting voices remaining in her head. She was alone with her thoughts, and as she sipped her drink, she enjoyed the peace.

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❝Yes,❞ Johanna snapped without looking up, ❝So kindly, go fuck your-❞

She trailed off as she raised her eyes, slightly shocked when she was met with Lover Boy rather than the usual members of the 'pissing off Johanna club'. She'd been hoping to get some time away form the whole situation; she needed a break from protecting The Mockingjay - who didn't even know she was being protected and was, Johanna thought, ❛being a completely ungrateful bitch about the a whole thing.❜

Whilst Lover Boy wasn't exactly her friend, she did find him more bearable than the Mockingjay, and was honestly just happy that her intruder wasn't Odair trying to talk about his feelings or some shit like that. Lover boy was pathetic, but at least he didn't make that everyone else's problem. After a few moments, she decided she would allow him to continue existing in her space, taking the opportunity to be her usual self.

❝Well, hello there Mr Mellark,❞ Johanna teased, downing the rest of her drink and signalling the bartender for another one. ❝Does your little wife know you're out here this late?❞

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𝘚𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳: @bakersboywiththebread

Johanna had gone through a process when it came to the 75th games. She was dreading another year of mentoring, and yet right now it was all she yearned for. Anything was bound to be better than this reality. However, she had found a sense of comfort - though she'd never admit it to the bastard - when Haymitch had informed her he had a plan. She had not, however, expected the plan to a) involve her having to prioritise the safety of a girl she barely knew and already didn't like over herself and her closest friends, and b) involve her having to actually spend time with Abernathy's little alliance.

She'd agreed to join this little rebellion out of rage. Rage for the Capitol making her go through this again, Rage for Snow for what he did to her family, for what he did to her. Even if she died, knowing that nobody else would have to go through she did was something she was content with. She'd lost her fear four years prior, at her first games. Out of all the people involved, there were a few she found more acceptable. Her old friends such as Finnick, kept her sane for the most part, but there were nights throughout the training that she found herself alone, wondering what exactly the point of her being here was.

She sat now at the bar they'd been provided. The interviews were tomorrow, and she was trying her best to drown out any of the doubting voices remaining in her head. She was alone with her thoughts, and as she sipped her drink, she enjoyed the peace.

[mcsonry]

𝐈𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭 and 𝐒𝐞𝐦𝐢-𝐒𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 side blog for 𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 from 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐲 | est. 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 by 𝐋𝐮𝐱𝐞 header by 𝐋𝐮𝐱𝐞 | Follows back from 𝐋𝐮𝐱𝐞𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | 𝐍𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 | 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐝

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𝘊𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 - here @versin-surfin

Johanna frowned for a moment, looking down at her own drink, before throwing the remainder back and signalling for another one. This sort of conversation - this sort of honesty - wasn't exactly difficult for Johanna. Her brutality was something which she often prided herself on, and yet, she felt almost guilty having to say it out loud. ❝Honestly Abernathy,❞ she started, shrugging slightly. ❝I think it's hard to say. She's got talent, I'll give her that, but she doesn't exactly have the star quality the rest of us have. ❞ She added, a hint of sarcasm at the end. Her and Haymitch both knew all too well the issues that came with not being palatable. The fighting was only half the game, the sponsorships were where things really started to make or break a game.

❝I can't read loverboy though, he'll either stick the hell by her, or kill her at the first chance. I think she might just kill him though.❞

[mcsonry]

𝐈𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭 and 𝐒𝐞𝐦𝐢-𝐒𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 side blog for 𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 from 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐲 | est. 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 by 𝐋𝐮𝐱𝐞 header by 𝐋𝐮𝐱𝐞 | Follows back from 𝐋𝐮𝐱𝐞𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | 𝐍𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 | 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐝

[mcsonry]

𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐥

𝐂𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬: Possible, verse dependent. 𝐏𝐫𝐞-𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬: Likely.

➤ Open to all, multi-muse please specify who you want a starter for.

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About

✎23 year old with over 8 years experience - I took a prolonged break when I was overtaken by cringe culture. ✎GMT / full time student - please take that into account. ✎Long form preferred, shorter stuff is totally fine though. ✎Crossover friendly, so long as those two people interacting would make sense in the context. ✎Please note; I am not incredibly cold, I’m just autistic.

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Rules

✎ I will not interact with anyone under the age of 18. If it is not specified on your page whether you are a minor or not, I will not interact with you. I am an adult, the muse is an adult, there will be adult themes on this blog. ✎ There will be no smut on this page. There may be fade to black, but only if it makes sense for our characters to have this interaction, and we have discussed it in advance. I will not have these interactions with those under 21. ✎ When it comes to triggers, it’s honestly better to ask. I’m honestly not shaken by much, and Johanna’s existence is full of so many triggers, so it would feel weird for me to ban them. My hard limit is anything overly gory - most other things are covered by the lack of smut. ✎ Basic don’t be a dick rules apply Don’t godmod, don’t be racist or homophobic or anything like that. Just don’t be a dick.