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Hey Stitchers family!! 

I was just wondering the other day if a secret santa was happening, which turned into me running a secret santa for 2017. Plus I feel like we could use some cheering up with the cancellation of our favorite show. 

The Secret Santa will be run by myself, @xoheatherkw and @e11evenseggos It’s an online gift exchange- so fanfiction, gifs, manips, videos, playlists, icons, etc. 

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Applications will be accepted until November 25, 2017. After that, we will assign everyone a secret santa by the end of November, and contact you with your giftee. 

After you receive your giftee, you can begin working! Feel free to contact them (anonymously!) to get to know them better, or for any additional questions regarding their gift. Please post your gift by December 25, 2017, and tag with #StitchersSS2017 so we can reblog it! 

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Until You Find Me - Stitchers Fic

Hey @onthecyberseas! This is your Stitchmas fic. I tried to keep it from going too angsty. (Definitely has a happy ending!) I loved your suggestion of a HogwartsAU so that’s what I did. It’s Camanda with the tiniest hint of Camsten. Hopefully you like it. 

Thank you to @lady-gryffindor and @stitchedatbirth for hosting this event and @xoheatherkw my beta/cheerleader. 

Ordinarily it was considered an incredible act of friendship to travel long distances to be there for someone.

At one point there were people in her life that she would barely blink twice before following on this kind of task.  Kirsten Clark was not one of them.

The blonde was Camille’s latest mission. Her dossier was long and kind of tragic. Camille had it nearly memorized right down to the smudges and ink splotches of the parchment. Kirsten’s father, Daniel Stinger, had been a teacher at Hogwarts until she was eleven. He had disappeared after his wife, Jacqueline, died in an accident. Ed Clark, a friend of her parents, took Kirsten in and raised her. She was sent halfway around the world for school, away from the place her parents loved most.

For all of that, Camille never saw traces of her backstory impact Kirsten. Camille could feel her own background leaving its grimy fingerprints on everything she did. She could never escape.

It was hard to let go parents who left her at every turn.

It was tough to be raised by a teenage brother who was constantly inches from being arrested.

It was difficult to uproot her life over and over again.

The worst part of it all was that Theo’s lack of regard for the law was what first revealed Camille’s magic. There had been a sale that went wrong. Someone stole the money Theo had earned by dealing. Coming up with the missing cash fell squarely on Camille’s shoulders since Theo had decided to run and hide.

That’s when Camille met Maggie Baptiste.

Or more accurately that’s when she tried to rob Maggie Baptiste.

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Just For Show - Camsten Fic

Hi Alyssa @stitchedatbirth Here’s your stitchmas fic! I really loved your idea that Kirsten wouldn’t keep the fake amnesia a secret from Cameron, and I ran with it. Set immediately after 3x10. I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it. 

Thank you Sheila & Alyssa @stitchmasinjuly for organizing this for the Stitchers family. And a quick thanks to my trust beta and cheerleader @your-stitcher-thursday 

~Later that night~

Kirsten took a deep breath before knocking swiftly on Cameron’s door.

She went through one last mental check while waiting. Overnight bag, check. Phone with notes typed up, check. Cameron’s keys (in case he didn’t answer), check. Nerves, also check.

She was about to unlock the door when Cameron opened it.

“What are you doing here?,” he deadpanned.

She pushed her way through, just like she had so many times before.

“I wanted to see if you were okay. You seemed pretty upset earlier today,” she responded. Kirsten set down her bag and kicked off her shoes, right around the corner from his entryway.

Cameron watched her make herself at home in his apartment. It’s almost as if… no, it couldn’t be.

“I’m fine,” he responded curtly.

Kirsten walked up to Cameron, still standing in his open doorway, and showed him her phone.

ACT NORMAL

I need to sweep for bugs.

Cameron nodded slowly, unsure as to what was actually going on. “How did you know where I live, anyways?,” he inquired.

Kirsten pulled up her encrypted app and started sweeping his apartment. “Camille told me. She said we were friends.”

Nothing came up on her sweep of the entryway to kitchen, so she continued on towards his living room.

“Yeah, we were something like that.” Cameron closed his front door and followed Kirsten to the living room.

“Apparently Camille is moving in with her girlfriend. She seemed nice when they were over earlier.”

Kirsten noticed the flash across her screen, notifying her that a listening device was within five feet. She held up her index finger to motion for Cameron to be quiet.

She looked under the lamp and around his end table, coming up empty. She checked along the underside of the couch, also nothing. Next she checked the TV stand. “So are you a Star Wars fan, based on your choice of movie?,”she asked, pointing at the collector’s edition boxed set that was next to his blu ray player.

He was just in the middle of watching Star Wars Episode VI before Kirsten had showed up unannounced. “Absolutely! Episodes IV through VI were clearly the best, although I was pleasantly impressed by Episode VII. And Episode VIII will be out later this year.”

“Yeah, Camille told me they’re making the next three. I’ll have to check out VII. Is this the one with the ewoks?,” she asked, motioning to his TV.

“Ahh yes, the teddy bears of the Star Wars Universe. Yeah, they’re in this movie.”

“Teddy bears? Ewoks are freaking awesome,” she exclaimed. “They’re like badass ninja teddy bears, clearly superior to ‘just teddy bears.’ They’re definitely my favorite part of that movie.”

Cameron chuckled, because of course she would love ewoks. Although they had an eerily similar conversation when the two of them did a Star Wars marathon on a holiday weekend, just a few months ago.

Coming up short on the TV stand, she inspected his coffee table and discovered a small electronic device, tucked on the inside of one of the coffee table’s legs. It couldn’t have been larger than the size of a dime.

You wouldn’t have noticed it unless you were specifically looking.

Cameron’s eyes widened at the discovery. Just when he was about to ask, Kirsten pulled up her phone and scrolled down to her next message for him to read. She thought this through, coming up with a response just in case she found a bug.

Remember, act normal!

Destroy it some other time.

I need to sweep the rest of your apartment. Pack a bag so we can go somewhere to talk freely.

Kirsten carefully put the bug back under his coffee table and continued her scan of the apartment.

“Since Maggie gave everyone some time off, can you explain exactly what it is that we do in the lab?” She attempted to keep the conversation away from what she was actually doing, and away from what she actually wanted to tell him.

Cameron led the way into his bedroom and grabbed a small overnight bag from his closet. “Didn’t Maggie brief you on that today?”

“Well she did, but I don’t think my brain was focused enough to really process what she said.”

Cameron nodded, and started pulling clothes out of his drawer and into his bag. “Fair enough. Basically  we solve crimes by inserting your consciousness into the brains of victims that the NSA acquires from the LA county coroner’s office.”

“You put my consciousness into people’s dead, degrading brains?” Kirsten feigned a look of disgust, which illicited a chuckle from Cameron.

“Sounds icky when you put it like that, doesn’t it?”

“Just a bit. So how does that work, exactly?” She finished the sweep of his apartment, only detecting the one bug in the living room.

“The brain is a bio-electrical device and we have protocols to slow down deterioration of the victim’s brain. That allows us approximately forty-eight hours to stitch in and get information. When you stitch in your body projects an image of yourself, as if you were actually there.”

“In that suit? The one that my mother woke up in,” she clarified.

“The one and only.”

“What exactly does the suit do? Other than make me look like a badass catwoman.”

“Badass catwoman indeed, or as we like to call it in the lab, the Rev 2. It’s the badass version of the prior one. But it does serve a functional purpose. The material is a mesh polyester fiber coated in: zinc and blackened nickel over copper. It helps with conductivity between your suit and our sensors.”

“So I stitch in, dressed like catwoman. Wait, do I have to wear the ears and stilettos too?”

He let out a good laugh. “Not necessary, no. But if cat ears and stilettos are your thing, I’d save it for Halloween.”

“Fair enough. So I what… access and interpret the memories I see? I would say that’s impossible, but I guess that’s because I’ve-never-studied-neuroscience-unlike-Cameron.” She smirked at him, continually dropping hints as she went. “Plus Maggie told me I’ve been working with the team for two years.”

He narrowed his eyes and wondered just exactly how much Kirsten remembered. That couldn’t be coincidence.

“How long have you been with the team, Dr. Smartypants?,” she asked.

“Maggie brought me on five years ago, to run the lab and work on perfecting the technology. We ran test stitches for about a year before gathering enough data to get up and running.”

“I see. Maggie said the Stitchers program has been developing for the better part of twenty years, and that my parents both worked on developing it.” Kirsten pulled up her phone again, and scrolled down farther.

All packed and ready to go? I have a plan to get out of the city for the weekend. We need to talk.

Remember, destroy the bug later. When I’m not over, so it’s not as suspicious.

Cameron grabbed his cell phone charger and stuffed that in his bag as well. He nodded and led her out of the bedroom.

“Well I just wanted to stop by to see how you were doing. Would you mind driving me home?,” she asked.

“Sure thing,” he answered cautiously.

They went down the elevator to his parking garage in total silence.

By the time they got to his car, he couldn’t take the suspense anymore. He opened his mouth to ask a question, then promptly closed it. He pulled out his phone and typed a quick question in his notepad to Kirsten, then showing her the screen.

Is it safe to talk now?

She shook her head no. She got out her own phone again, and scrolled farther down. She really had anticipated every scenario.

Not yet. I need to disable the GPS on your phone, so you can’t be tracked. I double checked my phone, GPS tracking is off.

Give me your phone. You drive us to Union Station, we’re leaving your car there for the weekend.  

He nodded and handed over his phone. Luckily he had been to Union Station plenty of times, he knew the way without GPS.

Kirsten worked quickly, disabling both the conventional GPS tracking and the embedded, behind the scenes, tracking. Cameron pulled into the parking structure and Kirsten had her next message up to show him.

We’re each getting a ticket to San Diego, it leaves at 8:25pm. Use your credit card, to leave a paper trail.

We’ll go inside, then I mapped out a route that will skirt along the security camera’s blindspots. We’re actually going to get a rental car and drive up to the mountains. I already fabricated ID’s for us, and took out cash.

Once we get to the rental car and I sweep that for bugs, and disable their vehicle tracking system, then we can talk freely.

She raised an eyebrow in question, to make sure he understood. He nodded in acknowledgment, and they carried out her very well laid out plans.

It was easier than she thought to get around the security cameras. She couldn’t do much about cameras on the street, but she would at least make it difficult for anyone that tracked their movements after the fact.

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Cameron waited patiently while Kirsten disabled the vehicle’s tracking system. Or he thought he was waiting patiently. She, on the other hand, could feel him staring at the back of her head.

“Calm down, girlfriend. I’m almost done,” she said.

She finished within a few minutes, making sure to tuck the wires back into place. “Alright, we’re good. We can talk,” she said.

Cameron exhaled loudly. “Kirsten! What the heck is going on?!”

She placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. “Cameron, we have a lot to talk about, and we have a few days to really talk things over. But I thought you’d like to know, I remember everything.” She couldn’t help the grin that spread across her face.

Cameron, on the other hand, didn’t look convinced. “You remember? Just like that? My mother said she wasn’t sure if you would get your memory back at all, let alone this soon.”

“I didn’t exactly lose my memory. I was a little foggy after getting out of the stitch, but there was no real memory loss. We have all weekend to get into what’s going on, but I can prove it to you. You told me something very important before you closed the corpse cassette on me. I’ll tell you what you said, and you tell me what I said. Deal?”

He eyed her suspiciously, but agreed. “Deal.”

She ran her hands up to frame his face, running her thumb along his jawline. “I love you.”

Cameron let out a shaky breath. Her still present grin seemed to be contagious, because he was beaming as well. “I know,” he replied. He reached across the seat, resting both his hands on her knees.

She circled her arms around his neck to pull him closer. “Well played.”

“It’s really you?,” he asked.

“It’s really me,” she confirmed.

“Then why didn’t you say anything after your briefing with Maggie?” He pulled back to bring her hands in his.

“That’s where it gets complicated,” she started. “No one can know that I remember. Not Maggie, not Linus, no one in the lab. Promise me you won’t say anything?”

His eyes went wide. “Of course, I promise. What’s going on?”

“My father and your mother have been working together for years, right around when the Stitchers Program started with Maggie, my mother, and Ed. Stinger’s been a double agents of sorts, and I’m not entirely clear on why your mother is working with him. I guess she initially helped him out with the neuroscience and nanobot aspect of developing the technology. But my presumption is that her real goal is to get you to leave the program. Didn’t you say she’s been pushing you to accept an opening at MIT?”

“Well yeah, but I didn’t think she would resort to scheming with your father to do it!,” he exclaimed. “Wait, what are they holding against you that you need to lie to everyone?”

“My father threatened you, saying that if I didn’t cooperate with their plan, that he would kill you and make it look like an accident. Then he said if that didn’t work, he would go after Ivy too, because apparently he’s the devil incarnate and not above murdering his own daughter. I couldn’t risk you.”

He almost couldn’t believe what he was hearing. But then again, Stinger murdered Blair’s son to get a message to Kirsten. “That’s just… wow. And your mother, does she know what Stinger’s been up to?”

“She assured me that she does not. Although she has a slew of follow up tests with Ayo and your mother. Nothing like evolving the human brain centuries to make you a guinea pig. She’s also doing some reconnaissance to figure out more of Stinger’s plan.”

“Reconnaissance, how?” Granted they had been apart for seventeen years due the stasis pod, but Cameron didn’t think Stinger would willingly share his deep, dark secrets, not even with his wife.

“Telepathy,” she answered.

“I have to revisit that some other time, because that’s the holy grail for a neuroscientist. Studying the changes in synapses and what areas activated to gain that skill.”

“You’ll have plenty of time to geek out when we’re back at work. But even with his threats, I knew I couldn’t keep this from you. You’ll just have to play it cool until we can fake start a relationship.”

“So we’re fake dating now?” He teasingly ran his thumb across the back of her hand, and added a wink for good measure.

“No, more like dating in secret.” She pulled him in closer, the lips just inches apart. “Do you think you can handle that?”

He could feel her breath on his lips, it was intoxicating. Especially after he had given up all hope of Kirsten remembering the last few years, remembering him. It had only been a few hours, but he wasn’t a fan.

“I think I can handle it,” he agreed. He closed the gap and pressed his lips lightly to hers. She smiled into the kiss and threaded her fingers in his hair. He deepened the kiss and his arms circled her waist.

Much too soon for his liking, Kirsten pulled back slightly. “I’ve been wanting to do that all afternoon,” she admitted. “And we’ll have plenty of time for that this weekend, but we should get going. I figured we could come up with a game plan this weekend, figure out where to go from here. Together?”

He put the car in drive, then interlaced their fingers. “Alright Stretch. Together.”

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Intense Connection & Heartbreaking Loss // a Camsten playlist

For @your-stitcher-thursday! I hope you like the first half of your stitchmas gift! I should have the other part of your gift (a fic!) to you over the weekend!

xoxo,

Laura 

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For @xoheatherkw. Happy Secret Santa! Sorry this got posted so late, this was supposed to be short! And now it’s almost 3k!!! This got ENTIRELY out of hand. It has a very fluffy ending.

“Blech.” Kirsten manages a pitiful groan as she lifts her head from the toilet bowl, turning her head just enough to see Cameron hovering in the bathroom doorway. His brow is furrowed under his glasses, hair still fluffy from sleep.

“You still sick, Stretch?” He’s there in an instant, kneeling beside her on the tile, his hand tracing soft circles on her back.

Once, she would have hated it. Would have preferred privacy. But he’s warm, and the bathroom floor is cool, and the wave of nausea is already beginning to recede, so she leans her shoulder against his chest.

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Tag your gifts as #StitchmasInSeptember2017

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cinnamonrollcameron! Here is your Stitchmas gift! Hope you like it!

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The Art of Comfort

For #StitchmasInSeptember

This is my gift to @breakfastfoodclub for #StitchmasInSeptember! (Girl when you introduced yourself on AO3 i freaaaakkkeed) Enjoy hun!

~

“Cameron?” Kirsten yells. Running over to her partner, she sees the growing, dark red dot on his dress shirt. His hands are weakly trying to press on his fresh bullet wound, but sitting on the brink of unconsciousness, it is proving to be harder than he thought.

So, she puts her hands over his, pressing much harder than he is, and once her hands are there he folds his own over them. At this point, she finally looks up at his face… And bursts into tears.

Even in a dazed, pained state, he hates that he’s making her cry. His hand, with some struggle, comes up from her shaking ones and very lightly rests on the side of her face, and his thumb gently rubs over the tear steaks and stops the path of fresh ones. This almost makes her cry more, he can tell, but her breathing evens out and the trembling stops.

“Fisher’s coming,” she breathes. He nods, sliding his hand from her cheek to the back of her neck, tangling his fingers up in her hair, not only to comfort her but himself as well. He wants her there, around, he wants to touch her and hear her voice because it’s the greatest form of comfort he knows he’ll ever have the gift of having.

~

At some point, Cameron slips out of consciousness. When he wakes, it is caused by a mix of the loud clanging of his bed against the hospital floor while the nurses hurry him through the halls and one of his least favorite sounds in the world.

Kirsten’s screams.

He can’t hear much, or the best way to say it would be that he can’t comprehend much. It’s a big blur, like he’s underwater and she’s yelling at him from the surface. His ears catch his name, multiple times, along with sentences that sound relatively close to “I need to be there, he needs me”.

Of course he needs her. He needs her all the time, on a stretcher or on a couch, in a hospital or in the stitch lab. He just needs her, with a bullet in his gut or not. But of course he can’t say that, not only because that would require a long talk that involves (what he predicts) a level of heartbreak he isn’t prepared for, but also because when he opens his mouth, nothing manages to escape. Just strangled attempts at jumbled words.

The double doors to the ER open, then close, and he sees Kirsten fighting to get inside through the window. There’s nurses there, though, and they stop her. Cameron’s heart aches when he sees her face, fearful and crying.

He just wishes he could hold her, and tell her he’s fine. But he doesn’t know if he is or not.

~

After a few hours, a nurse finally comes out. Camille and Linus have already come, along with Maggie, and she managed to get Fisher to come with.

“Guests for Cameron Goodkin?”

Everyone looks up, panicked, but Kirsten shoves ahead of all of them. She is completely invading the personal space of the nurse, but she doesn’t even notice, looking at the young man whose name tag reads Doug expectantly, like his only job is to be telling her that the man she loves is alive.

“Mr. Goodkin is going to be fine. Dr. Kerry was able to safely retrieve the bullet without disturbing vital organs, but it was a close call. He is getting set up in a room as I speak, we’re going to have to keep him under observation for a few days, but overall he’s going to be fine.”

Camille puts her hand on Kirsten’s shoulder, feeling the blonde trembling under her hand. Her tall roommate is clearly shaken up, so she takes the liberty of asking what to Cameron is in. When Doug replies, without a second thought, Kirsten is off towards where she’s been told Cameron is being kept, charging down the halls of the hospital. Maggie and Fisher give a half-hearted attempt to yell after her, but they make no move to to stop her. They can hardly imagine how she feels right now.

She is almost sprinting down the halls as she follows the signs that tell her where Cameron’s room is. When she finds it, she enters, and finds him laying in a bed, unconscious, while another nurse is doing some finishing touches to the equipment.

The nurse tries to coax her out of the room, saying he isn’t quite ready for guests yet, but she blocks it out and pulls a chair so close to the hospital bed that they’re touching. Her hand darts out to the side of his face, brushing her fingers along his cheek, running them through his messy hair. The nurse leaves, and her hand glides down his shoulder, his arm, and threads her fingers in his.

“Cameron?” Kirsten squeaks. Its as if she thinks saying his name, talking to him, will make him open his eyes and call her Cupcake or Sunshine or Princess, or even Pork Chop.

He doesn’t.

In fact, he doesn’t wake up for awhile. And, Kirsten, in her emotionally distressed state, tells him everything. She hadn’t told him any of it, out of fear, out of worry, out of… She doesn’t know. She didn’t tell him because she didn’t know if she was ready for what would come next.

But “what comes next” is all she wants now.

So, she tells him that she loves him. She tells him that she’s been in love with him for awhile, how much she cares, how she will move into his apartment and never leave if he wants, just if he’d wake up.

It doesn’t work. She will get a few blips out of the heart monitor, so she knows he can hear her, and she keeps telling him things.

She talks about how comforting it is to have his voice in her ear during a stitch, how she loves it when he always makes sure she’s OK before he does anything, how when she’s in his arms she never wants to leave.

And eventually, after five days, five days of fantasizing about how their life together will be, Kirsten feels a twitch under her hand. And Cameron’s eyes slowly open, instantly roaming around the room to find her.

The sight of his green eyes is enough for her heart rate to drastically spike. For a moment, he wishes he wasn’t hooked up to the heart monitor so she couldn’t hear how quickly his heart started beating when he saw her.

“Hey Sunshine,” he says. It makes her feel warm inside, and her heart kicks up even more, so hard that her chest aches. She squeezes his hand, and to her relief, feels him squeeze back.

“Hi,” she sighs. It feels good to have this, the dialogue, the normalcy. She missed it much more than she could admit.

Then, she remembers the situation.

“Shit, I need to get a nurse.” So she fumbles around, overwhelmed, and presses the call nurse button right at his bedside and waits. He starts to grin adoringly, loving seeing her like this, flustered and caring.

“Stretch,” he whispers, reaching out to touch her arm. All of her movements are halted, and her honey colored eyes center on him. “Slow down.”

And for some reason, she chooses now, right in front of Cameron, to have another breakdown. Just seeing him makes her emotional, thinking of how she could have lost him and seeing him look at her like that.

He doesn’t panic at the sudden outburst either, instead rubbing his hand up and down her arm, reveling in the contact for as long as he can get it. She’s probably just a little spooked, it must’ve been scary, but he doesn’t think it goes any deeper than that.

It does.

After a moment of crying and comfort, she takes a deep breath, reels herself back in, and then crawls into bed with him. Of course, before Cameron can do anything in reaction, the nurse comes in and starts yelling about how Kirsten is causing him “distress” and that she needs to leave.

She refuses, and ends up in a hard core staring contest with the older woman.

Eventually, Kirsten wins, and lays in bed with him while the nurse looks him over. Her arm wraps around his stomach, trying to avoid the bullet wound, and tucks her head into the crook of his neck, deeply inhaling, breathing in the remainder of his scent that has almost disappeared during his time in the hospital.

He sighs, just about the happiest he’s ever been, and rests his arms around her, holding her as close as he can.

“How long have you two been together?” The nurse asks, focused on the machinery in the hospital room. Cameron gets awfully shaken up about this question, and starts stuttering. Kirsten, however, tugs him closer, and hums.

“A year,” she says. And when Cameron hears that, he freezes.

They met a year ago.

He snaps out of it and tightens his arms around her. The nurse makes a comment on how adorable they are, and Cameron, thankful for the fact that Kirsten can’t see his face, blushes.

When the nurse leaves, the two are quiet. Kirsten’s breathing is even and soft, like she is about to fall asleep.

“Tired, Stretch?” Cameron whispers, slowly letting his fingers glide over her arm, his other hand tangling in her hair. She nods and curls into him, like he’s a pillow.

“I missed you,” she breaths, so quietly that he almost doesn’t hear it. He does. But, he doesn’t want to disturb her rest anymore.

So, he takes to smiling like a damn fool, cradling the woman he loves in his arms, and for him, that’s enough.

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Chicken Soup

AO3 | FFN

When Kirsten gets sick, Cameron takes care of her.

For @cameron-goodkins-wife! Hope you enjoy your gift!

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Tag your gifts as #StitchmasInSeptember2017

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Everyone should have gotten a message from me!

Thank you so much for participating! If you have any issues, please feel free to reach out to Alyssa (stitchedatbirth) or I (lady-gryffindor). I’m so excited to see everyone’s gifts! Please remember to tag them as #StitchmasinSeptember2017 so that we can all find them (I’ll reblog them so everyone can see them here)!

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We are still accepting applications until the end of the day September 13th, 2017! 

Please share this so that anyone who still wants to participate can. We are currently at an odd number of applicants, so it would really help if we could get at least one more to make it even.

Anyone can apply!

Hello all!

Due to the continuation of season 3 of Stitchers into August, we are now going to have Stitchmas in September! I know that this hiatus is going to be hard, especially following the events of the finale and season as a whole, but I hope that everyone will enjoy this event–whether you are creating and exchanging, or just enjoying all of the posts!

Want to join?

Please fill out this form!

Make sure that your inbox is open and that anonymous is on (The admins need to be able to contact you, as well as your Secret Santa once everyone is assigned)

Make sure that you allow messages from the admins (Sheila and Alyssa) in case we need to contact you about your application!

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You will receive a confirmation ask/message from one of the admins when your application has been received.

Applications will be accepted until September 13, 2017.

More info:

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Feel free to send any questions you have! They’ll be answered as soon as possible!

Your gifts should be posted by September 27, 2017.

Best,

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Hello all!

Due to the continuation of season 3 of Stitchers into August, we are now going to have Stitchmas in September! I know that this hiatus is going to be hard, especially following the events of the finale and season as a whole, but I hope that everyone will enjoy this event–whether you are creating and exchanging, or just enjoying all of the posts!

Want to join?

Please fill out this form!

Make sure that your inbox is open and that anonymous is on (The admins need to be able to contact you, as well as your Secret Santa once everyone is assigned)

Make sure that you allow messages from the admins (Sheila and Alyssa) in case we need to contact you about your application!

Reblog this post to get the word out!

You will receive a confirmation ask/message from one of the admins when your application has been received.

Applications will be accepted until September 13, 2017.

More info:

Tag your posts with #StitchmasInSeptember2017

You will receive the ask with information of who you are giving a gift to within a few days of the application deadline (once you receive it, feel free to start working; make sure to contact them so that you can personalize the gift)

Please be kind and respectful!

Feel free to send any questions you have! They’ll be answered as soon as possible!

Your gifts should be posted by September 27, 2017.

Best,

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[stitchmasinjuly]

Hello all!

Due to the continuation of season 3 of Stitchers into August, we are now going to have Stitchmas in September! I know that this hiatus is going to be hard, especially following the events of the finale and season as a whole, but I hope that everyone will enjoy this event–whether you are creating and exchanging, or just enjoying all of the posts!

Want to join?

Please fill out this form!

Make sure that your inbox is open and that anonymous is on (The admins need to be able to contact you, as well as your Secret Santa once everyone is assigned)

Make sure that you allow messages from the admins (Sheila and Alyssa) in case we need to contact you about your application!

Reblog this post to get the word out!

You will receive a confirmation ask/message from one of the admins when your application has been received.

Applications will be accepted until September 13, 2017.

More info:

Tag your posts with #StitchmasInSeptember2017

You will receive the ask with information of who you are giving a gift to within a few days of the application deadline (once you receive it, feel free to start working; make sure to contact them so that you can personalize the gift)

Please be kind and respectful!

Feel free to send any questions you have! They’ll be answered as soon as possible!

Your gifts should be posted by September 27, 2017.

Best,

Sheila and Alyssa

[stitchmasinjuly]

Hello all!

Due to the continuation of season 3 of Stitchers into August, we are now going to have Stitchmas in September! I know that this hiatus is going to be hard, especially following the events of the finale and season as a whole, but I hope that everyone will enjoy this event--whether you are creating and exchanging, or just enjoying all of the posts!

Want to join?

Please fill out this form!

Make sure that your inbox is open and that anonymous is on (The admins need to be able to contact you, as well as your Secret Santa once everyone is assigned)

Make sure that you allow messages from the admins (Sheila and Alyssa) in case we need to contact you about your application!

Reblog this post to get the word out!

You will receive a confirmation ask/message from one of the admins when your application has been received.

Applications will be accepted until September 13, 2017.

More info:

Tag your posts with #StitchmasInSeptember2017

You will receive the ask with information of who you are giving a gift to within a few days of the application deadline (once you receive it, feel free to start working; make sure to contact them so that you can personalize the gift)

Please be kind and respectful!

Feel free to send any questions you have! They’ll be answered as soon as possible!

Your gifts should be posted by September 27, 2017.

Best,

Sheila and Alyssa

[stitchmasinjuly]

Stitchmas in July (2017 update)

Hello everyone,

I apologize wholeheartedly for not doing this event this year during July. This was partially due to the fact that this event was originally created to be during the hiatus while we were waiting for the next season; this summer, we were fortunate enough to have season 3 all the way into August. My other main reason was that I had a plethora of personal issues going on this summer, and was not able to focus on my own content, let alone this event.

However:

If people are still interested in an event like this, this year’s could be remodeled into being a Stitchmas in September, since that fits right in with the timing of the hiatus. I’m sure there are so many content creators who want to create their own version of what happens after that heartbreaking finale, or those who want to make something completely different. No matter what it is, I and the rest of this fandom would love to see it!

If you are interested in this, please just like, reblog, and/or reply to this post just to let me know! I would be happy to arrange this event this month, and I would be incredibly happy to host it again!

Best,

Sheila