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Looking for some distraction from your terrible life? A poor shiny hunt? An art piece you don't want to do? Something to do with your real life that's actually important? Welcome to me proastinating my way out of what I should actually be working on!

"Stitches And Walls" is a bunch of drabble/oneshots bunched together, exploring different aspects of different characters, and occasionally dynamics. PM me if have any requests. I don't bite. Just give me a few samples if I haven't roleplayed with your OC before, and we're all good.

Have a great day!

Individual trigger warnings are listed with each drabble.

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Quote from Kowai Kurai

Stitches
She sees too much, and feels too much.

Her heart wraps around everything. Fitting over stitches of people, dragging in those who fight and claw to get out.

Niwa settles in, the deepest thread, the most painful one.

Each step drags her further down.

In comes Koda, in comes the needle.

Out comes Hisoka, out comes the thread.

And inside, the stitch waits.

She sees too much.

She feels too much.

And soon, it’ll kill her.

Quote from Koda Starikuma

Walls

Walls are not made stronger with the test of time.

Koda would know that. Her walls have been up for decades.

She walks along them, feeling her hand along the bloody stone. Stained with that of a mother who no longer matters. Kept up for the sake of not allowing in somebody who does.

She pauses. There is a weak point.

Fists have been pounded against this part.

Kowai Kurai, Suko Nobu, her sister.

And as she always does, she takes out her needle and thread and there are stitches through it. They’ll fall apart soon. Her hands are bloody from the stone. She doesn’t care.

Walls take effort.

Koda’s will be up forever. Until the work-and the pain- kills her.

But she’ll last longer then, because if she lets them down there’ll be so much blood that her hands will never be clean again.

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