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MOVING *

hell yeah man it’s about time i got this squared away! after a bit of consideration i’ve decided to move to a new and fresh blog! what does that mean for this one? it’ll be archived. if i really want to get back into the swing of things i need some new paint – a new look! – and this is just the perfect thing. it’ll still be the same old stitches as you’ll find here, and any active rps i currently have WILL be carried over ( looking at you, elf ), so don’t fret that this will delete any of those. so, without further ado: find me here!

–> rivenkey <–

#⮞ ooc | frick.txt

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MOVING *

hell yeah man it’s about time i got this squared away! after a bit of consideration i’ve decided to move to a new and fresh blog! what does that mean for this one? it’ll be archived. if i really want to get back into the swing of things i need some new paint -- a new look! -- and this is just the perfect thing. it’ll still be the same old stitches as you’ll find here, and any active rps i currently have WILL be carried over ( looking at you, elf ), so don’t fret that this will delete any of those. so, without further ado: find me here!

--> rivenkey <--

#⮞ ooc | frick.txt #I KNOW i just followed some new people but #come follow me again over here!!! #stuff is much more put together and i no longer have a graveyard of 300 something followers #i'll probs reblog this a few more times as the days go on #see you all on the other side <3

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hi i’m frick and i NEVER want to draw the x-blade again

#⮞ ooc | frick.txt #⮞ doodles #kingdom hearts #vanitas #hey surprise stitches still uses this stupid fucking thing #BUT. IM STILL PROUD OF MYSELF REGARDLESS ON THIS #POSE....SPICY....ME DID GOOD #anyways time to not draw again for 3 more months!!!

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me: should finish up this blog finally also me: draw stinky darkness boy

#⮞ ooc | frick.txt #i wanna use this art in a promo because shits dead #so its at least....beneficial #almost done tho!!!

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i never want to draw again and i dread cleaning up the goddamn x-blade but here’s a wip of stitches ready to kick some ass

#⮞ ooc | frick.txt #⮞ doodles #hey? fuck this keyblade! #i still need to actually go in with clothes and his prosthetic but we out here

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gonna kill the last starter call since its.........ancient and idk who’s alive anymore ( i need more blogs to follow ) but can i get uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh like for a good ol rp bop

#⮞ ooc | frick.txt #hgggggg #oh yeah spicy info absolutely nothing will change here due to kh3! #my vanitas is already super duper canon divergent so #YA YEET

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minstrelmaglor·:

Maglor chuckled, a little incredulous, but he couldn’t blame the boy for his judgement.  He knew he looked helpless at first glance–yes, he was tall, a little over six feet, and very thin, and quite pale.  There was a beauty to him despite his thinness, but his large eyes and soft hair only seemed to add to his air of frailty.

And yet a peculiar light shone in his eyes–not the metaphorical sort, either, but a true light, a real radiance that welled up from within the depths of blue-grey.  For a moment, that light flashed with mischief–almost warning.

“Strange?  Well,  yes.”  He shrugged both thin shoulders.  “I’m willing to admit it: both of us are rather strange.  But I…”  He worried on his lower lip for a moment, not entirely sure how to say this.

“…There was a boy I met–a boy about your age.  He was…offering his skills and experience in a consulting capacity to one General Yen.  His name…”  Ah, there it was.  Remembering Yen had brought the boy’s name back to him.  “…is Vanitas Nomura.  Do either of those ring a bell?  I say so because you look startlingly like him.  You are related to him, are you not?”

          He listens to him go on, half paying attention, really. Something something pay attention or else you seem rude something something... can’t blame him if he doesn’t care. Maybe it was because of a feeling of something wise and ancient coming off this dude, and for lack of a better word it annoyed him. Sure he maybe didn’t look the part, an odd beauty as some would call it ( not forgetting that he’s not very keen to those sorts of things ) who looked like the breeze could topple him at any moment, but..           The Light? That’s unmistakable, and it’s the thing he hyper-focuses on as the taller man goes off on some sort of bit. He did a good job at hiding it, Stiches’ll give him that, but his own eyes visibly narrow as they bore into the other’s. Immediately his own brain ticks off what-if’s and theories, personas constructing themselves and then being discarded when a particular piece didn’t fit.           A Light as ancient as that would make anyone tense, but oh so much more when what you are stands opposed yet all the more equal to it.           However, he does snap to attention at a name, and his pupils dilate for just a moment. Oops, the old and scraggly Light got a bingo. Better play smart.

          “ When was it your business to know? “ he questions back, a smug and accusing look on his face. “ Approaching strange men in shadows and poking into their potential personal life? You sure got a track record, pops. “

#minstrelmaglor #⮞ verse | main

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The lack of ill intent was probably why it had taken so long for Maglor to notice he was being observed.  But it didn’t take long to spot the observer:  a pale, dark-haired young Man, leaning casually against the outer wall of a building, digging in his pockets for…was that a lollipop?  The lad was making a face at it, as if it had said something to offend him.

Wait…no.  Not a Man.  Maglor took a step back.  Beneath his shaggy hair, his pointed ears fell back in alarm.

Something was off about this boy.  Maglor could feel…not Taint, not like the servants of the Enemy of long ago…but something…not human.  Something distinctly Dark.

It took a moment for his skittish mind to work through it–and his hunted, cornered-rabbit look fell away when the realization hit him.  Dark.  Yes.  In the purest sense.  Like that boy he had met at the Infinite Alliance, the one who kept teleporting about and causing a ruckus; what was his name, something in Latin…

This boy looked almost exactly like him.  A bit smaller, maybe.  And the…feeling coming off of him was subtlety different.  The taller one had felt like coalescing shadows; this one felt more like shadows and smoke.

Maglor blinked, grey-blue eyes owlish, as he realized he’d been staring openly at the boy for a good solid minute.  Well.  He supposed it was only polite to introduce himself.  Still clutching his jacket about him, he stepped cautiously forward, his steps remaining noiseless.

“Excuse me,” he ventured quietly.  “I did not mean to stare, but you remind me of someone I know.”

          Twirling the stick between his fingers, he tosses it in the air, watches it spin once, twice, and then catches it swiftly in his hand. He repeats this process a few times, mulling on his thoughts. Maybe he could slip it into Ikki’s pocket later -- he wouldn’t mind, right? But before he gets a chance to dig around for a more favorable flavor, a voice catches his attention. His gaze shifts up to lock onto the person in question.           Ah, it’s the man he was watching from before. He was still here? He was staring? And how did he just manage to walk up without him even noticing?           “ Do I? “ he questions, tilting his head slightly. Not an unfamiliar way people have started conversations before, but man was it getting old. “ You think people would learn already not to approach strange men in the shadows, yet here we are. “

#⮞ verse | main #minstrelmaglor #ITS BEEN............84 YEARS

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kh3 brought me back from the grave and im just one big “fuck yeah it hurts” anyways whats up

#⮞ ooc | frick.txt #i am sporadic but like #yknow it happens #i have a job and all that #anyways im not okay! damn! kh3 fuckin me up!

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oh my god i swear i live i just have horrible time management bitch disease

#⮞ ooc | frick.txt #aymeric voice father blease.....forgive me #adulting and playing games sucks because im either working or raiding in xiv #thats just how it is on this bitch of an earth huh #i do! want to keep trying! even if tumblr is shitting the bed #i have....unfinished business with my son

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sorry for not responding lately -- ! stuff got really busy what with my job and halloween coming up, plus this whole debacle with a customer stealing my coworker’s debit card last night i should be back soon to finish up starters and replies !

#⮞ ooc | frick.txt #stuff is as they say wild as fuck #i still cant believe that last point happened but hey #couldve been something worse

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sorry i havent been around but to tide ya’ll over until replies n stuff take my khux oc aster!! all you need to know about him is hes fast and goes >:3c

#⮞ ooc | frick.txt #⮞ doodles #he has good intentions but gray af morals and i love him #wears roller blades and kicks ass #he likes holding a certain anguis union member's hand even if its always fuckng cold

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@thespellweaver first, there’s silence; palpable in it’s own way, really. next, there’s a soft shuffle of a window opening just a crack as a mass of black vapor slowly slinks its way through the newly created entrance and into the room. with the last of it pooled along the ground, it begins to materialize into a familiar shape and mop of black hair, a box clenched between two scarred hands. step one: complete.

now most would think it’d be extremely rude to be sneaking into the house of a friend you haven’t had the chance to speak to in months, but stitches in that regard wasn’t most. especially when he had, in his mind, something of upmost importance to do. keeping movement to a minimum, he wills a flood to existence in front of him, pressing a finger against it’s muzzle as if telling it to behave.

he had one mission after all: find aqua, and give her the box. with a shooing motion he sends the flood on it’s way to pinpoint her location as he waits in hiding in the empty room.

#thespellweaver #⮞ verse | main #HEY HEY LONG TIME NO WRITE

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@wayfinder    a leaf stem twirls betwixt a thumb and finger, a gaze steadily staring into it with an expression that read only at a glance as boredom. perhaps it’s placement in his hair lead to something that escalated far too quickly, but at least stitches was making up for the shot of water to ventus’s face with a free smoothie.    his own glass lie half touched on the table next to him, and eventually he manages to look away from the small sprig of green to the blonde next to him.

   “  ...so, no hard feelings?  “ he chirps up, leaning into his arm as he props it onto the table, “  you put a leaf in my hair with ulterior motives to add more, i shoot you in the face with harmless water, and now you get a free treat. all and all i’d claim that as a win on some form of front.  “

#wayfinder #⮞ verse | main #:3c #figured this would be a good as place as any

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like this bad boy for a starter baybey !

#⮞ ooc | frick.txt #⮞ starter call #me: wow finally back to tumblr rp how do i get rps again #me: oh right

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YOUR ART IS SO CUTE. I CANT SKDKDKDD

sfhjhsdgf thank you?? this is like….the first time i’ve actually drawn stitches (wack, right?) — in the past i was too insecure with my ability to draw to even bother. i still have doubts about my art, but its wonderful and heartwarming to see kind words about it!

#deinox #⮞ ask | message recieved #uwAAA THIS WAS UNEXPECTED #THIS IS SO SWEET THO....TYSM

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im glad one of the first things i’ve done since coming back is just shitpost with art

#⮞ ooc | frick.txt #SHITS WILD but man have i missed this place #i need to follow more peeps and get more rps going tho... #ill put out a proper promo one day