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Eeeeee thank you for the new chapter!

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^ me doing a little dance

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your very welcome!

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I wasn’t gonna post this and then I saw that you’d posted Chapter 17 and I was so happy like seriously sorry for rambling right now but I’m not even exaggerating I actually screamed and I feel like a wanna give me thanks so here you go-

Excuse my really bad handwriting though, I’m no good at printing.

Lovely as ALWAYS wry-firefly, I can't believe you went all out with the full page depiction of a scene oh my GOD it's so lovely and amazing and I absolutely ADORE IT!!

Hanging it up on my fridge, hang on-

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you know what’s crazy? i rmber your fic from back when i was a kid and now i’m 19 😭😭 crazy how i’ve gone back to check on your works each year just out of curiosity

This makes me feel so old oh my god, BUT I'm very happy you've stuck with my lil fics for so long! Sometimes I can't believe I've stuck it out this long and some of you have stuck it out actively WITH ME.

Ugh, I'm getting emotional-

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Echoes Chapter 18

The new chapter of Echoes will be up in the morning 🥰

Here, take this sneak peak before I conk out!

“You reek,” the ghost sneers, “of death.” “Death?” Victoria repeats stupidly, not understanding, “What do you-” “You’ve been marked,” the ghost tells her, voice a near hiss, “and it’s disgusting. Just being around you is like staring into the void itself. I’ve heard the rumors, but it’s not like experiencing it first hand.” “The rumors?” Victoria asks, feeling ghost-eyes run over every inch of her skin and she feels - exposed.

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I made a playlist for Echoes - which you can find here! 🥰💕

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New chapter of Echoes (preceded by a sneak peak, of course) expected to be released next Friday ✌️

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Echoes Chapter 17

Yes, it's happening. Echoes is being updated at long last - you can expect the chapter to be up within a few hours if FF stops giving me the run-around.

As always, here's a sneak peak for my very loyal readers-

Dumbledore stares down at her for a long, silent moment before he sighs deeply. His brow is creased and he crosses his hands over his knees, peering over his glasses and down his crooked nose. His gaze was near piercing and she doesn’t flinch, but it’s a near thing.

“Miss Dodger,” he asks her, tone neutral in a way that has her wandering eyes darting to him immediately, “do you know why I insisted you be sent to 12 Grimmauld Place instead of simply letting the ministry take care of the matter, as would be standard protocol?”

She shakes her head, frowning, and feels a prickle of unease begin to tickle its way up her spine and settle deep in her chest.

“No,” she says, a little faintly, “why?”

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It's been a while since I've posted some good ol' Widow HS <3

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hi:) how are you doing,how's writing going?

Hello! I am doing well, for the most part! I've finally finished my latest bout of physical therapy and I've gotten some answers to some other medical issues, so honestly? Things are going better than I expected at the start of 2024.

Speaking of which, it seems like this is the year of writing for me. Almost all of my free time has been invested into writing, to the point that I've got like 10 different documents ranging from 5k to 60k words.

You're probably wondering: 'what changed?', which - very valid question. I haven't posted much in years after all, but there's been quite a few adjustments in my life over the course of the last year that have led to a lot of introspection.

Writing is difficult for me overall: I put my whole self into it and it can be very draining because of that. For the last 6 years I've been weighed down by both physical and mental health hurdles as well as a somewhat abusive relationship which I've only recently left.

I've also only recently learned not to invest so much of myself into my writing and to enjoy it for what it is. That doesn't mean that it can't still be difficult, but now instead of it being this insurmountable exhausting force it's a challenge to be overcome.

So, the tldr; I'm a lot better than I have been in a while and writing has been fantastic. I can't wait to post more.

Here, have a sneak peak of something that might not ever see the light of day! (I enjoy posting sneak peaks a little bit too much for my own good, apologies.)

“You’re hiding something from me.”

They’re ambling at an easy pace across a winding dirt path that stretched out beyond them, framed on all sides by sprawling farmland; their walkway was a beaten down patch of feldspar and micas, a familiar road that spiraled towards a simple two story abode otherwise known as home.

“No I’m not,” her older brother scoffs back, but beyond his bangs the tips of his ears were burning bright cherry red - a honing beacon of deceit that she’d be remiss in not exploiting, and she harrumphs triumphantly at the tell-tale sign, turning to her twin for back up when-

“What!” she says, a little flabbergasted, “Not you too!”

He’s flushed in full; refusing to meet her eyes, lips puckered, and it’s the deep crease in his brows that has her slowing down as she realizes that whatever it was they were hiding, they’d been doing so for a while now - longer, at least, than she initially thought. A glance at the oldest among them and the way his fingers were tapping an unsteady beat atop his crossed arms - even as he met her gaze head on - tells her all she needs to know, and the sharp sting of betrayal that runs a hot course across her skin is so sudden and piercing that it has her staggering to a halt entirely.

There’s sticky acid taking the form of venom-soaked words worming its way up her throat, and she bites down on her lip harshly to keep the resentment from boiling over; instead, she takes hold of her backpack in a white-knuckled grip and lets the tight bundle of tumultuous emotions brewing in her stomach settle and sink into a cold indifference that has her shouldering past her brothers roughly to set off at a quicker pace.

They call out behind her, but she ignores them and resolves to eat the muffin her twin had been saving for a snack later; a petty nonconsequential form of revenge that will do little to sate the burning torrent beneath her skin, but will also garner her the least amount of wounded-kitten looks.

She’d noticed the signs about a week ago.

There had been smaller, unconventional moments leading up to that first instance of major skepticism. A misplaced word leading into stumbling, rambling excuses, expression faltered as sharp eyes flitted from hers - puzzle pieces she hadn’t known she was collecting slotting together into this great inescapable thing that had cracked open; her brother, hiding something from her.

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It seems this is a monthly thing now! Well inspiration struck and … um… looks at recently opened tab of a certain fanfic. I hope I made her look close to accurate! I didn’t have enough time to fill in the back of the hair and the tie’s hufflepuff stropes aren’t very neat but I barely work with paint or colour at all, so this is a bit of a new experience for me.

My brush got dried up weird half way through so I kinda maybe possibly used a pencil to paint instead?

I hope I made Victoria look Echoes-canonish enough? I tried to stick to my original design in my first drawing.

Take care!

- Firefly

As usual i absolutely adore your art, seriously omg!!! The paint!!!! AAAAAAH, you did fantastic, I can't even begin to express how giddy it makes me that you'd branch out of your normal medium to try something new in the name of Victoria Dodger. Of course you made her look canon enough!

You've inspired me to start doodling my own Victoria's, which I hope to post eventually <3 Thank you so much Firefly, I love you to bits and pieces

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Me: finally puts OW to rest after achieving t500, I am at peace, my skin is clear-

OW: haha new rank go brr

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First 2024 play <3

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My number 1 supporter!

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writing go brr

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hello! Just wanted to say how much Echoes mean to me, as someone struggling from depression and have it in my family, I never had the words to explain how it really feels to people who think its easy and to just "get up and move". Thank you for giving me the words, I literally sent fic to some people so they'd see how it is. I hope you are well🤗🥰🥰

im so happy echoes managed to have such an impact on you! i wrote the majority of echoes while i was in a deep state of depression and really just...put my soul into it. when i first started writing it was because i wanted to visualize my pain in the hopes that others would empathize with me. i felt very alone at the time; like no one could ever even BEGIN to understand my emotional torment. but through writing echoes, i found that to be false and that the world is full of people who hurt just as i do and they care for me simply because i put myself out there...

i hope that the fic reaches your friends as well and that they're able to understand you more deeply!

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Are you still planning to do that oc weasley sibling fanfic? It's written on your bio so just curious , i love your writing style

i have been waiting for someone to ask me about that fic omg...

so, YES, i absolutely plan on writing the weasley sibling fanfic and in fact i would say that oc is hands down my absolute favorite of all my self inserts. im obsessed with her. i think about her DAILY.

(that's not an exaggeration either btw)

i have so many plans for that fic in particular, it's something i've been building up in my head for many years now. i already have quite a bit written out for it, but im not satisfied enough to post it. i still have lots of tweaking and i want a decent build up of chapters ready before i actually start posting - but, because i genuinely don't know when that will be, here's a small sneak peak. this is work in progress and it is subject to change and very likely WILL go through a few iterations before im happy. realistically? it will probably be years before the finished product is posted.

It’s the truth. Beyond the twirling rays of golden sunlight that dappled her memory in streaks of shifting-lavender she couldn’t recall what led her into the pond. 

It was a miracle, the healers had said, she was dead for so long…there appears to be no side-effects…

Even nestled within the warm confines of her mothers hug and her fathers teary laughs, even beyond the rambunctious energy of her many siblings and the knowledge that she was alive, she could feel a chill deep within her bones. A dread on the back of her neck, the feeling of eyes bearing down on her from the too dark shadows under the bed. 

She’d had trouble sleeping after that, for a long time. Whenever she closed her eyes the red glow of anothers stared back at her and left her gasping for air, choking on an imaginary sludge that worked its way up her throat in thick waves that often took on the form of her last meal. Her parents were patient with her, rubbing her back and comforting her through the long hours of the night. It was draining, she could tell, but they were nothing if not loving and with each comforter she soils there’s a drawn soapy bath and warm honey-milk waiting for her after. 

On the nights that are too hard, the ones where the shadows seem to sink into her flesh too deep, her mother snuggles up close and whispers to her legends of old, spinning tale after tale that she falls and falls and falls into-

Healing is a slow process.

She’s never quite the same after the experience, but she doesn't change entirely either. She still chases after glittering stars and beaming rays of light, she still dances with the leaves and twirling gusts of wind, but sometimes the edge of nothing-nothingness creeps beyond the whites of her vision and threatens to swallow her whole and all she can do is breathe deep and count to ten over and over again until it passes.