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teeny tiny update after my year and a half of silence: next and final chapter is officially in the works (but do not expect it any time soon) but until then i wrote a short bartylus one shot that i posted on a different ao3 account a few months ago so you can read that if you want something new, the username is bartycvntjr 
          
          after the last chapter is posted, that will be the only place that i upload my writing to if/when i continue to do so 
          
          i hope that you are all doing well and thank you for your patience <3

i have been completely obsessed with these series so far and i am so glad I found a fanfiction like this cause i am so sick of badly-written characters and plot points in fanfictions but yours is so good that I am completely obsessed with it. i read on ao3 everything you wrote about your mental health and i am hoping you get better as soon as possible! we all miss your work but the most important thing to me - and to all of the other people who follow your work - is your wellbeing. take your time and we love you and everything you created <3

hey are u still updating the story of rab?
          

Hi, i was wondering if i could use your characters name for a marauders fic im writing?

I LOVE your books so much, I think you are such a great author and I love the way you develop characters!!

Hello, I hope you're doing alright! <3 

Please update 'This is home' 

Hi i was just wondering if you are by any chance on ao3? Cause i found it better for me so i just wanted to ask. Also you are the only reason why i went back here because i coulnd stop thinking how i never finished yours fics.

i’m not dead and i promise it’s coming soon (real this time) 
          anyway here’s a little sneak peak i guess lol
          
          “It wasn’t real—from the smile of his mother to the unimposing and pleasant line of his father’s mouth. It was an image curated by a man to whom reputation meant everything—a man whose every breath was weighted by his own ambition. It didn’t depict the cruelty of his father, nor the developing illness of his mother. It didn’t portray the desperate and consuming need of a lonely child to be noticed, to be seen, by the man whose name he shared. It didn’t illustrate the fear that coursed through such young and undeserving veins, terror that had seldom been spoken aloud. 
          It was one of the only pictures in the house in which he was shown, and none of it was real, and every time he saw it a small part of him wanted to rot.”

Hiya? Are you feeling more motivated because I've binged all your books in the past 3 days and they are by far the most beautifully tragic yet heartwarming stories I've ever read! Do you know when you will post another amazing chapter?