#pre sotr

[tiffyrina]

𝗔𝗕𝗘𝗥𝗡𝗔𝗧𝗛𝗬 𝗘𝗫𝗧𝗘𝗡𝗗𝗘𝗗, 𝗥𝗘𝗗𝗨𝗫: 𝗙𝗨𝗟𝗟 𝗙𝗔𝗠𝗜𝗟𝗬 𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘𝗦𝗧𝗥𝗬

note: this is a reblog of a post that used to live on my old blog. essentially, S*TR barely touched the family tree headcanons i had going on, with the only confirmed names being haymitch's mother and brother (who here are named cassia & kipley) as well as haymitch's girlfriend (who here is the mayoral daughter and namely seam girl, junia-arlene.) siblings are not pictured in image but mentioned below.

haymitch's relatives are all seam minus the sarvers/kinsers, who are merchant. his maternal grandmothers include vella (seam,) peregrine (merchant) with his grandfathers keene & ritter both being seam.

abernathy extended can be read here, and is based off of this diagram & the original post from september of last year.

the series only features linnea/daphne, stat, peregrine, hasil, ritter, vella, kipley & cassia by name, as several of the family members have already died. many examples point to in-family tragedy. haymitch is officially the last person to carry the abernathy surname by the end of the second rebellion.

𝗦𝗜𝗕𝗟𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦

Vella Abernathy (Nee Fenn), Minerva Fenn, Kernel Fenn DECEASED

Splinter Sarver (ONLY CHILD) DECEASED

Venia Kinser, Huxley Kinser DECEASED

Peregrine Sarver (Kinser) ALIVE, Adeline Sarver (Kinser), Amelie Sarver (Kinser) DECEASED

Keene Vawter, Ellis Vawter DECEASED

𝗦𝗨𝗕 𝗦𝗨𝗥𝗡𝗔𝗠𝗘𝗦

Sarvers: Cassia (now Abernathy), Linnea (now Harshaw), Peregrine, (by marriage) Adeline, Amelie, Splinter, Surge, Sanderiana (by marriage)

Kinsers: Leslie, Agnes, (by marriage,) Venia, Huxley Peregrine, Adeline, Amelie (now Sarver)

Wiltsprings: Meriena, Magnus, Basillia

Fenns: Vella, Minevra, Kernel, Camellia, (by marriage) Sear

Abernathys: Kipley, Haymitch, Hasil, Cassia, (by marriage), Vella (by marriage,) Ritter, Alder, Basillia (by marriage, uses Wiltspring), Fraiser, Cattina (by marriage)

Harshaw: Stat, Linnea (by marriage,) Cheyenne (daughter)

Meadowfair: Junia-Arlene

𝗦𝗘𝗔𝗠 𝗕𝗢𝗥𝗡

Abernathys, Wiltsprings, Fenns, Harshaw, Vawters, Meadowfair (Junia only.) Predominant Indigenous heritage.

𝗠𝗘𝗥𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗡𝗧 𝗕𝗢𝗥𝗡

Kinsers, Sarvers (up to Peregrine.)

𝗗𝗘𝗔𝗧𝗛 𝗖𝗢𝗨𝗡𝗧

22/25.

[hungergameshyperfixation]

My favorite omfg

[sunrise-otr]

[rocioduval]

Chapter 3: the life of a healer

Here's a small excerpt of Chapter 3. This chapter introduces Otho Mellark, but mostly focuses on Asterid and her dad's struggles with depression. The full story is on ao3. I plan to update twice a week, but it really depends on how ambitious I'm feeling.

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The walk home is nice. With the summer approaching, the weather is finally pleasant again and the rainstorms that have passed left a beautiful showering of dandelions and white clovers. Before leaving the courtyard Merrilee and Maysilee caught sight of me and Otho. Merrilee flashed me a dashing smile and a big thumbs up while Maysilee rolled her eyes.

Lily stands between us while we each take hold of one of her hands. We spend the whole walk listening to her talk about her day and the things that she learned and the people she spoke to. After a while she goes quiet and asks, “Can I swing?”

Otho and I laugh but we indulge her in this pleasantry. We each hold her weight while she swings between us. It isn’t really easy since she is a bit too old for this game and admittedly I am not that strong. But her roaring laugh is worth the struggle and soon enough the three of us are doubled over in laughter.

After it becomes apparent that I can no longer support her weight, Otho makes a move to lift her onto his shoulders for the remainder of our walk. Lily giggles contagiously, and Otho goes to hold my hand. I take his hand and for a brief moment I entertain the idea of a future with Otho. A future where we can freely laugh and hold hands, where our child can giggle with delight as his strong arms wrap around them. But then I remember what that future would mean. I would have to give up the apothecary to go work with him in the bakery, and that child would be put into the reaping year after year, and there would be nothing either of us could do to protect them from harm. And as I’m reminded of this reality I realize, this is not something I ever want to do, not even for a guy like Otho.

As this truth hits me, I am overcome with a heaviness in my chest. It’s like a giant is sitting on me and I have the overwhelming urge to lay in bed and stare at an empty wall. It is not a feeling that I am unfamiliar with, but everytime it comes it scares me. It’s as if my body is not my own. I want to tell Otho as much. I want him to know that I am not what everyone makes me out to be. That I am not perfect, that I am actually broken in ways even I don’t understand. I want to tell him that he deserves to be with someone that could give him the child he wants, that he should be with someone who isn’t a coward, who isn’t a fake, who isn’t insecure, someone who isn’t heartless.

But I could never even begin to put these feelings into words, so instead I let go of his hand and enter the apothecary where my father is waiting. Otho deposits Lily on the ground and promises her that he’ll let her ride him again soon.

“Bye Lily,” he says with a giant smile on his face before turning to me. “Goodbye Asterid.”