Ends of the Earth

Humanized Keyblade. Independent, selective, sideblog to @nortwithnomemories

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“Sure you are. You guys are all so awfully boring. And smell equally bad” Although that wasn’t entirely… true. Contrary to what they used to believe, not all keyblades were made of pure light. Some of them had a pleasant, faint scent of darkness to them — but those weren’t exactly common among guardians of light.

“So terribly boring. It can’t be helped.” Endings deadpanned. “But don’t worry, that will come to you too soon. It’s only a matter of time.” He added, hiding the joke behind a layer of calm. “You cannot escape that, nor the smell.”

Unless Lea decided to get closer to the darkness, but it wasn’t as if that would be that terrible. Endings had grown a little more wary of the darkness after Xehanort’s hand in Terra’s suffering, but he’d always been partial to a touch of darkness in his chosen wielders. 

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☾ Dawn listened quietly, even though they had a point. They were no longer bound to their wielder because they had been broken. He felt… empty almost but at the same time, the memories made with their wielder were what kept them from feeling so.

“…I know that. I wasn’t going to simply stop just because I am broken. I will always be there to help those in need… Especially those broken souls like myself.”

“I’m glad to hear that.” Endings replied. 

He didn’t smile, not really, but his features softened. Separations between blade and wielder were never easy, no matter the side that was lost. 

“Truth be told, there haven’t been this many Keyblades around in decades, and many of them are very young.” He admitted. “That includes you. So we will need all the help we can get.”

Back in the day there would have been other Keyblades without wielder to help Dawn, and Endings wished it was the case now. As things were, however, they’d have to do with what they had. 

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@kcystotheheart from here

“It’s a possibility.” Endings admitted, his expression serious yet tranquil as he met Dawn’s gaze.

Sometimes Keyblades broke, that’s how it was. It had happened, it would happen again.

“But you are still alive.” He continued. “And your wielder is, too. That isn’t usually the case in these situations.”

And he didn’t wish the shame and the pain of such a failure on anyone.

“You may heal, someday. And if you do not, there are still things you can do to help everyone. We are not only blades, but keys too.”

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He chuckled. His keyblade knew him well. “I suppose I’m just uneasy today. It feels like everything that happened since I was freed from Xehanort’s grasp… is just too good to be true, you know?”

Terra looked at his Keyblade, wondering if he was feeling the same. He knew the other’s years in the hands of Lingering Will couldn’t have been easy ones.

“It seems like a dream. You keep wondering when you’ll wake up.” Endings mused. “It’s normal.”

Keyblades didn’t dream, not really, but sometimes he closed his eyes and he could still see the Graveyard. It still shook him.

“Whenever you doubt, seek your heart. It doesn’t lie.” He said at last. “I know you are free and we are back because of my bond to your heart. It’s strong, it won’t deceive you.”

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OOC: 

The reason Endings is old, and by that I mean old enough to have been forged from the heart of his first wielder during the Age of Fairytales, is because when I made the blog all the Keyblades in my dash were the Foretellers’, so I wanted a muse that could interact with them without the distrust that a young Keyblade that has spent a decade in the Keyblade Graveyard in fury and mourning would have. 

It also allowed me to give him a very Uncle Iroh personality instead of what I could see from a young Keyblade going through what he’s gone recently. 

Now he’s the old and supposedly wise Iroh to many young keyblades and I’m loving it. 

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Ends of the Earth what are your thoughts on the younger generation of keyblades? Do you think that they'll ever standing up to those of the past?

The youngsters? I see a lot of potential in them. They have a lot to learn, yes, but they can do it. 

I may be too optimistic, but what can I do? Many of the blades I knew were lost during the War, and others have stopped choosing wielders over the years. Seeing so many young souls gives me hope. 

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what are your thoughts on Ivory Morningstar, or as you know her as Ivory?

It could be defined as ‘I would follow her orders against an army of heartless, but I’d never play poker against her.”

She was very intimidating, back then during the Age of Fairytales, but she knew what she was doing. I admired her, feared her a little an respected her quite a lot. Also, I could never quite read her. 

I am now a little older and even though I’d respect her the same as I did, I doubt she’d intimidate me as much. 

@kcystotheheart

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Ends of the Earth, what do you think of Ruku, particuarly the keyblade ceremony that Terra performed?

Riku was a good choice, and he had what he needed to become a Master. We’ve seen it. When he held me I sensed both darkness and light, and quite some strength. 

Unlike some of my equals, I don’t mind some darkness in my wielders.  Riku has conquered his, and thus I’m proud of him and his Keyblade. 

However, I must admit that Terra and Riku were a little too young for Inheritance Ceremonies. 

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@zettaflarc from here

Endings merely arches an eyebrow, mourning the loss of the teacup as he hears it break. It’s a shame, but not a problem. He’s got more. 

“I am listening.” He replies, sipping tea with unperturbed calm. “I merely prefer not to state the obvious. How else would you younglings learn?” He continues."But I'm pretty sure I'm indeed a keyblade.”

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❅ Hearing that her words brought them light- brought them hope. She couldn’t help but feel a bit lighter herself. After all it was those kinds of words and encouragement that she had been lacking ever since her wielder went into a sleep status. A small smile graced her lips as she looked up at him, as she took his hands in hers.

“Never fear that… After all, all paths eventually lead us to where we are meant to be. No matter what we cannot forget to let our hearts guide us and help us in our darkest of times… But I am overjoyed to see you again Ending.”

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“May our hearts, and those of wielders, be our guiding key.” Ending mused. It had been too long since he’d heard anything similar from another Keyblade. 

“There may be dark times ahead, but if you are to return then the darkness doesn’t stand a chance. Those of us who remember will come if you call, you know it.” He promised. “And the joy is mutual. Tell me, have you kept up with the times?” 

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Closed starter for @willfullwayfarer

Endings rested his weight against one of the many pillars of Land of Departure, watching Terra with undisguised curiosity. 

“I can hear you thinking from over here. Is something the matter, Terra?” 

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Ends of the Earth, How did you feel being in the hands of Lingering Will?

The decade I spent by the Lingering Will was a decade I spent in mourning and in pain. I knew Terra was fighting, I could feel it, but all I could do was to wait besides what remained of him and do my best to protect him. 

I did so gladly, and not only because it was my duty. The Lingering Will mourned his freedom and I mourned my wielder among fallen Keyblades I once knew. It felt fitting. We both knew that as long as Terra fought, and I had faith in his strength, there would come a day when we’d have a chance for revenge. And thus we waited. 

Had Terra surrendered, I would have stayed in the Graveyard by the Lingering Will until the ends of time. My failure was too great to choose another wielder. 

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Dash comm:

“The voice of experience advises getting haircuts by less aggressive means.”

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⭐︎ For Aurora~ :D

For each “⭐️” I get, I’ll write a headcanon about our muses. || Accepting

Before the Dandelions left, Endings promised Aurora they’d meet again to have tea one day. He hasn’t forgotten that promise, nor Aurora’s favorite tea if she had any. 

Given that Ava saved the life of his first wielder by choosing him as a Dandelion, Endings he feels a great debt to her and believes that tea and conversation is the least he could offer.

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✵ Ivory kept her gaze trained on him for quite some time before shaking her head, it almost appeared as if she was laughing. Uncrossing her arms, she clapped Ending on the back of the shoulder briefly before starting to walk- which suggested he shoulder follow.

“Uh huh… Well better be on your best behaviour then.”

Endings managed to resist Ivory’s gaze without losing composure too much, even if his eyes kept glancing sideways. He was very certain that he’d never risk a game of poker against the other keyblade, no way. 

He couldn’t help exhaling a little relieved as Ivory suggested he followed, doing so soon enough. 

“So no giving bad ideas to the young ones.” Endings half-joked, stretching his arms. “I will try my best, you have my word.”

[kcystotheheart]

❅ Aurora giggled as she held onto him, a smile gracing her lips as she looked at him. She was overjoyed and happy to see Ending, after all it had been so long since she had seen any of the others. It made her hopeful that maybe things weren’t so bad. She laughed softly as she held onto him as they spun a bit, she loosened her hold once he let go. At his words, her smile faltered a bit.

“I… don’t know. Me and my partner got separated from them but I believe that soon we’ll all be back.”

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Getting separated didn’t sound good, not at all, but Endings had lived through many years without seeing any of them. A part of him hadn’t lost hope, not truly, but it had been very close. If Aurora said they’d return, however, he believed her. 

“Your words bring me light.” He replied. “But you are the only one of the five Foretellers’ that I’ve met since my wielder and I followed the path your wielder gave us. I feared that we’d never met again.” He admitted. “That I’d never be able to thank you.”