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Can't Do Nothing, chapter 10 of my OrigamiRock slowish burn fic has been posted! Thank you so so (so!) much to everyone who has supported me thus far and I hope to continue sharing more writing with you all.

I have about three or four more chapters of this fic plotted out and then I'm trying to decide what my next OrigamiRock adventure will be. I have some thoughts for an anthological/short story collection piece, so we'll see what the future holds!

For now, please enjoy my latest chapter: https://archiveofourown.org/works/58484818/chapters/176936566

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Chapter 9: Because I've Got You has been posted: https://archiveofourown.org/works/58484818/chapters/170634928

I wanted to say thanks so much to everyone who's read my OrigamiRock fic to this point so far! I can't even begin to describe how happy it makes me. 🥹

Tune in to listen to me talk more about my playlist and how great Tiger & Bunny 2: The Comic is.

Thanks so much again, everyone! 🙏🏻

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Chapter 8 of my OrigamiRock fic, Good At Choosing Doubt, has updated!

In this chapter, Ivan might just suffer more than Jesus (Or, is the Goddess of Justice the world equivalent??). But to be honest, with everything that little fella goes through, that could just be an average day.

You can find the newest chapter here:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/58484818/chapters/167517442

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Chapter 7 of my OrigamiRock fic is up!!

You can read it here:

Tune in for the drama™️ and me blabbing more about the songs I have on my OrigamiRock playlist. ✌️🏻

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Chapter 6: What You Really Want

I'm excited to humbly offer the 6th chapter of my OrigamiRock fic Good At Choosing Doubt on the eve of Valentine's Day! Thanks so much to everyone who has been a part of the journey so far!

My goal for this particular piece is around 11 chapters, but plans tend to change, so we'll see how that works out. Until then, I look forward to seeing everyone at the next update! 🥷🏻🦬

https://archiveofourown.org/works/58484818/chapters/161435578

Summary: In spite of Ivan's best efforts, one slip up means that Antonio gets closer to the truth than Ivan is prepared for; Ivan seeks to plan his next steps after the support of some of Sternbild's finest Heroes.

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Chapter 5: Come to Me

Chapter 5 of my OrigamiRock fic is here! ❤️ Thanks to everyone for all of the love so far! I'm having so much fun spending more time in the Taibani world with characters that I love and I hope that you're having as much fun reading it! 🥷🏻🦬

Chapter 5 can be found here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/58484818/chapters/159444682

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Chapter 4: Glad You're Here

Chapter 4 of Good At Choosing Doubt can now be read on AO3 at the following link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/58484818/chapters/156559255

I'm excited to keep chugging along and I hope everyone will enjoy it in belated honor of Antonio Lopez's birthday! Happy birthday, Antonio! <3

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Chapter 3: Where'd You Go?

Chapter 3 of my OrigamiRock fic is here! <3

I wanted to say thank you so much to everyone who has read it so far—I really hope you enjoy the next installment!

I also wanted to say thank you to my friend, @shoujohavoc, who reads over each chapter as I create them to ensure that they are legible before I post them. I sincerely appreciate the help!

Chapter 3—Where'd You Go?—of Good At Choosing Doubt can be found on Archive at the following link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/58484818/chapters/153803089

Thank you so much again, everyone! It means the world! <3

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Good At Choosing Doubt Chapter 2: Missed A Spot

Updated my Origami Rock fic today, a bit of a delayed celebration for a certain Ivan Karelin's birthday, but a celebration none the less! Happy birthday to the sweet boy!! <3

Thanks so much to everyone who has read the first chapter—I hope you'll continue to enjoy what's coming next!

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Origami Rock Fic: Chapter 1

Recently, I've reentered my Tiger & Bunny phase and have rediscovered my passion for Origami Rock. I'm aware there's not a ton of content out there for them, so when inspiration struck, I began slowly chipping away at a story idea I've had for awhile now.

I decided to go ahead and start posting what I've been working on to see if there are any other fans who'll get a kick out of these fellas! They have my whole heart right now, so I'll be updating this story accordingly and possibly sprinkling in more fics as I go.

Look forward to more updates in the future!

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"Can't Deny The Chemistry" or Chapter 1 of Good At Choosing Doubt is posted to my AO3 at the following link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/58484818/chapters/148986955.

Summary: A trip to Antonio's hometown proves to be the catalyst for feelings Ivan had long since determined would not see the light of day.

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My sweet boy needs amputation surgery and a bunch of tests for cancer. If you have any spare change to donate, that would be really amazing! Shares and reblogs help just as much. Thank you so much.

-MJ

https://gofund.me/cf972d5b

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My first #FFXIV charm featuring #UriThan is now live in my shop! I was so excited to make this seeing as I've been nothing but obsessed with playing it since last year. 🌸🌿

Link to my shop is HERE: https://shoujohavoc.myshopify.com/

I also have a few more charms back up in pre-order.❤

Charms will ship mid-late Feb (but this could change cuz mail and shipping times are funky)

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A FUCKING WHAT

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Hello friends!! I need a little help ;;

My little goblin rat demon Miku was throwing up all day and night, and hadn’t eaten or drank anything in a while. This morning I took her to the vet, and it was determined that she had likely swallowed something that was blocking her intestines and she would need surgery.

THE GOOD NEWS IS her surgery is already done! They found a clump of thread (she just loves to eat thread. the stupid bastard that she is.) and successfully removed it, and she is doing well and recovering. I will be able to take her home tomorrow.

THE BAD NEWS IS the surgery and other procedures are gonna cost me 500€, which is money I do not have, as my main income of tabling at conventions was basically decimated with corona. Please help me with covering her vet expenses by checking out my shop https://st4rfighter.bigcartel.com/ and placing an order if you find anything you like <3

Here’s a few pics of stuff you’ll find on there: 

I will also gladly take any donations at paypal.me/st4rfighter

Please signal boost!! Thank you all so much <3

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Hello friends!! I need a little help ;;

My little goblin rat demon Miku was throwing up all day and night, and hadn’t eaten or drank anything in a while. This morning I took her to the vet, and it was determined that she had likely swallowed something that was blocking her intestines and she would need surgery.

THE GOOD NEWS IS her surgery is already done! They found a clump of thread (she just loves to eat thread. the stupid bastard that she is.) and successfully removed it, and she is doing well and recovering. I will be able to take her home tomorrow.

THE BAD NEWS IS the surgery and other procedures are gonna cost me 500€, which is money I do not have, as my main income of tabling at conventions was basically decimated with corona. Please help me with covering her vet expenses by checking out my shop https://st4rfighter.bigcartel.com/ and placing an order if you find anything you like <3

Here’s a few pics of stuff you’ll find on there: 

I will also gladly take any donations at paypal.me/st4rfighter

Please signal boost!! Thank you all so much <3

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Kuwabara Birthday Week: Day 3 - HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!

**Click Here For The Theme Schedule For The Kuwabara Birthday Week**

Today’s the big day! Happy Birthday to the one and only Kazuma Kuwabara! It may be the middle of the week but that doesn’t mean we can’t celebrate!

If you don’t have any ideas on what to make, I’ll providing a theme each day, along with some suggestions to go with it. You don’t have to follow the theme of the day, feel free to post/create anything on any day of the event! It will get reblogged.

You do NOT need to create every day of the event in order to participate, in case you’re worried about being on time.

For any fanworks created for the event, you can either send it or mention @thekazumakuwabara and/or put #KuwabaraBirthdayWeek in the first five tags on your posts. It’ll be tracked so it can be reblogged to the blog.

Since today is his birthday, it’s a free for all!

That’s right! Anything goes. Send or create anything! 

With that said, if you’re unsure of what to make, you can send things relating to his birthday (Favorite birthday memory? What does he do for his birthday with his friends? Best birthday gift he’s ever gotten? and etc).

Hell, you can even just send an ask yelling happy birthday to this lovely character!

Have a headcanon, prompt, or message you would like to share for today’s theme? Feel free to send an ask or a submission!

Even if you don’t create anything, it would be great if y'all reblog this post to spread the word!

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Sanctuary

The second part of my KazuHi Caretaker series! I’ve read through it a few times, but it’s still possible I missed an error, so apologies.

Sometimes it’s easy to forget he’s not alone.

Part 1

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Hiei’s destination seems like a lifetime away, within eyesight and somehow perpetually out of his reach. On a horizon blurred out by the rain.

He shakes his head, because it’s nonsense. Irrationality born from the fever that has tormented him for days, the one that’s granted him a few fleeting moments of rest.

He knows he’s too caught up in his thoughts when his foot slips on a branch; of course, he catches himself and blames it on the weather. If he were so clumsy as to fall, it truly would be the end.

The pain in his temple is tremendous, it prevents him from attempting to discern where he’s going. He knows, but it hurts to think. Everything is instinct.

Hiei lands on another branch - and it’s sloppy, but he doesn’t have time to think on it. Every breath he takes is a trial, the air around him is simultaneously frigid and blistering. A desert caught between night and day.

He crouches, raising to tap his knuckles against a window close by.

There’s no answer right away and he snorts. It would be just his luck to come all this way and find the place empty.

He’s leaning on the window when it opens and he doesn’t quite have the time to recover.

Someone catches him and he holds onto consciousness just long enough to hear them say his name.

---

Kazuma paces the length of his room, phone in hand, eyes darting to the mound of blankets on his bed.

More specifically, he supposes, the ill demon curled up beneath them.

To say that Hiei showing up minutes ago and tumbling through his bedroom window was the most eventful thing to happen that Sunday afternoon would be an understatement. After all, Kazuma’s main goal for the day was to fit in enough studying that he didn’t feel like a complete mess going into next week.

So yes, Hiei was a surprise. The sickness not so much, but the degree to which it had progressed? Definitely.

They’d all noticed he was unwell, as much as he tried to hide it, it was clear when Hiei was off his game. This was, however, the same Hiei that would sooner hole himself up and burn the illness away with sheer rage than admit to a bad case of the sniffles.

The instant they commented on the fact that he should look after himself, he disappeared.

And okay, maybe Kazuma entertained the insane notion that somehow Hiei had just stabbed the sickness out. Like there was a singular mass, a physical manifestation of his affliction that he’d carved out and buried away, deep beneath the earth for no one to find.

Then, perhaps, he’d spent the rest of the week training. Because how dare his body succumbed to any sort of weakness. It must be punished, something, something.

“Come on, pick up,” Kazuma groans, cradling the phone against his ear. “Sorta outta my element here.”

The call rang through, Kurama must be busy.

He hangs up, defeated.

The lump that is his friend, Hiei the Headstrong-- no, no one calls him that -- Hiei the Stubborn -- oh, they definitely call him that -- shifts in his sleep. He makes a sound that can only be described as anguished and Kazuma is dialing another number.

The thing is, he can do the whole caretaker thing. The common cold, a flu. But he’s never interacted with a demon flu or cold or whatever this is and he really doesn’t want to mess this up.

Hiei trusted him enough to come here, after all.

None of this matters, though, if none of friends pick up their phone.

Kazuma snaps his phone shut and slides it onto his desk, fed up. Okay, so it was time for plan B, which loosely amounts to do your best.

He rolls up his sleeves and gets to work.

---

Hiei is aware of a few things in the transitory moments between sleep and more sleep.

He knows he isn’t alone. His body can’t decide whether that’s a positive or negative thing, if the tension in his muscles can be relied on.

He’s out of the rain, at least, because he’s not soaked, his clothing isn’t drenched. It’s warm. Too warm.

The clothing isn’t his, it’s not familiar. The brush of the fabric on his feverish skin. Foreign.

Soft, he decides. Which means it can stay.

But all of it -- the clothing, the piles of blankets -- it contributes to the unpleasant heat layering his skin. Stirring up sweat on his brow.

It’s too hot, somehow it burns hotter than the flames of the demon realm. Unbearable.

Impossible.

So, he’s dying, and that’s it, then?

Someone chuckles nearby and Hiei forces his eyes open. Narrows them.

This isn’t funny, let him die in peace.

“You’re not dying,” the voice says and sounds like a smile, gentle and pitying. “At least, I’m pretty sure you’re not.”

“Stupid,” Hiei manages and closes his eyes once more.

---

Kazuma can’t help but grin at the single word he assumes is directed at him. If Hiei can still toss around an insult or two, he can’t be too far gone.

He can’t blame the demon for his drama, it doesn’t feel great to be sick. If it doesn’t happen to you often, it might as well feel like death.

Kazuma sighs, dipping a cloth in cold water, ringing the excess away. When he starts to dab the sweat away on Hiei’s brow, the demon flinches.

“Sorry,” Kazuma blurts, hesitating. “It’s just water, that okay?”

He doesn’t receive an answer, but Hiei is more receptive to his touches from that point on. Less tense.

Hiei was never a chatty character, but his words are certainly few and far between. They’re distant, like his awareness.

Kazuma isn’t even sure he knows where he is half the time.

Still, Hiei sleeps and its fairly sound.

Kazuma takes to settling on the floor beside his bed, textbook in his lap, cell at his side. He’s close, just in case Hiei’s voice fails him.

For the past hour, Hiei has been making remarks about being too warm. It’s happening consistently enough, that Kazuma isn’t sure anything he does will be effective.

At first, he tries a cool cloth. A compress, something chilled and resting over Hiei’s closed third eye.

“No good?” Kazuma furrows his eyebrows when the demon head drops to the side and he groans.

That’s a no.

So he gets a fan from the storage closet, sets it on high oscillation. Thinks better of it and simply has it face Hiei directly.

Kazuma calls Kurama again. No answer.

In his desperation, he dials a second time. A third.

“Kurama, man,” Kazuma whines into the voice mailbox, rubbing his arms when a sudden shiver strikes him. “So, we were right about the shrimp being sick, okay? He’s here and, uh, is there like a book I can read or somethi-”

He shivers again, his breath leaving him in a frosted puff.

“So,” his teeth chatter and he curses under his breath. “Damn, nevermind.”

Kazuma snaps his phone closed and takes a few short steps to his closet, wondering all the while why each step feels like his feet on bare ice.

It’s not a spirit, he doesn’t actually sense anything. What, then?

He pauses just as he’s about to slide on a sweater. He does sense it now, realizes. Demonic energy that he’d dismissed before because there was an air of familiarity to it.

He’d just associated it with--

“Shit,” he spins, eyes searching, landing on the form still resting in his bed.

--with Hiei, who’d been quiet this entire time.

Kazuma’s watches the demon’s soft exhales leave his lips, clouding up in the frigid air. But that makes sense with whatever’s happening.

What doesn’t is the blue glow that surrounds his slumbering form, the thin layer of frost accumulating on Kazuma’s sheets, spreading to the floor. The icy air curling, spilling very visibly from Hiei’s fingers.

Wide-eyed, Kazuma shoots forward, winces when he finds it is, in fact, even colder the closer he gets to the demon.

“Okay,” Kazuma grits his teeth, recoiling when his hand brushes Hiei’s. “Oh fuck, that’s...”

Cold. It’s like ice.

“Is this normal?” He squeaks at the same time that he thinks, and he knows, that it isn’t. “Hiei?”

---

He hates it, he hates this.

If he could burn it away, he would. He doesn’t think he possesses any flames powerful enough, shame as it is to say.

“Shrimp?”

It makes sense, if this is it. His life began in flames, it should end the same way.

Usually, the fire, it listens. It’s the only thing he’s had all this time.

Fine, then.

“Hiei?”

Now it betrays him.

Fitting. Wild, temperamental, this borrowed power.

Tendrils of heat coiling beneath his skin, seeking freedom. He’s not enough for them, he never has been.

So, then, if his life is not meant to be lived in fire.

...no, he would rather die than rely on it.

Their power.

He can’t -- won’t -- count on ice.

So the fire can have him.

“Hiei!”

Unless there’s something else.

---

Kazuma heaves a sigh of relief when Hiei’s eyes shoot open.

And just like that, the frigid temperature disappears. His room is no longer an impromptu ice rink.

Kazuma’s shoulders fall and he turns to meet Hiei’s wide-eyed gaze.

For an instant, he thinks that Hiei might disappear. Might run, just like that. The fear in his eyes is that real, an uncertainty that Kazuma has never bore witness to in an otherwise cool calculating stare.

So he feels like he has to say something, because it’s fine. It really is.

Hiei looks like he needs to know that.

“Hey,” Kazuma’s startled by how off his voice sounds. “Do demons like ice cream?”

Hiei blinks at him, brow furrowed. He rises, slowly.

“What,” he starts, weary, “is ice cream?”

Kazuma grins.

Thirty minutes later, he learns Hiei has tried ice cream. He calls it ‘sweet snow’, which is simultaneously accurate and entertaining and, though he is dismissive of the delectability of strawberry and chocolate swirl, he polishes off an entire carton with ease.

“You liked it,” Kazuma accuses, propped against the wall his bed rests next to. “You can say you like something, you know?”

“I like sleeping,” Hiei returns, tugging the blankets up to his shoulders and turning away.

Kazuma laughs until Hiei kicks his leg.

---

Hiei recognizes the forest surrounding him on all sides: the towering trees that blot out any source of light, the lullaby that the wind whistles through its branches, haunting and beautiful. The unconventional beauty of the woods he grew up in was often a comfortable sight, but tonight was different.

Tonight, the danger that always lurked behind every rustled bush, that skulked just on the edge of your vision, it was very real.

The night is cold, in spite of the crackling fire in front of him. When the wind picks up, he clutches feebly at the edges of his tattered cloak. There’s enough of it there to wrap around himself entirely, twice, but still it does little to keep him warm.

In the distance, where they think he can’t hear, the bandits debate.

He tells himself he doesn’t care what they say, what they believe, but knows not deep down enough that this matters.

Pieces of the conversation filter through his waning consciousness.

“--just a young’in--”

“We don’t have ti--”

“A weapon, at least.”

“We need everyth’n we can take.”

At the last bit, Hiei’s gaze shoots over to the large blade at his side. His hands are too small to clutch the hilt in its entirety, but he holds it close, watches with a newfound attentiveness the way that the fire scatters its light across its steel.

Heavy footsteps stop to his left. He doesn’t look up, he doesn’t let go of his blade.

“Hiei--”

“I don’t care,” Hiei answers, frowning. “If you’re going to leave, do it.”

There’s a silence where Gen, the enormous earthen demon who boasts second-in-command of their little group, their family, shifts his weight. He’s hesitating, so Hiei makes it easy for him.

“Shut up,” he raises his voice, but it still comes out a rasp. “You talk too much.”

“Boss and I know you’ll catch up,” Gen continues, unphased. “Rules we live by, they’re tough.”

Hiei feels the other move closer and leaps to his feet, drawing his sword and using it to create distance between them.

“I don’t need your pity,” he snarls. “If you don’t want to lose that hand, leave.”

There’s a fury that stirs in his chest when Gen sighs and it does, in fact, still sound like pity.

Hiei lets the anger fester there, lets it consume the despair. It’s easier to be resentful when Gen turns his back and sets off with the rest.

So much easier than the two tears that escape and clatter to the ground as he holds himself, alone, and stops just short of reaching out, of pleading for someone, anyone, to come back.

---

Kazuma tears his eyes from his book just in time to see Hiei awake with a start, to watch him wildly search the room and heave breath after frenzied breath.

He’s looking for something, someone, but he doesn’t really see. Not until Kazuma speaks up.

“Hiei,” Kazuma sits up, slides as close as he can. “Hey, it’s alright, I’m here.”

Hiei sees him, meets his gaze, but he doesn’t relax. Not yet.

In the silence, Kazuma offers a smile, carefully rests his hand over one of Hiei’s and leaves it there when he’s allowed. He waits, listens for the demon’s breathing to even out before he tuck his book to his chest and moves to fill the distance between Hiei and the wall.

There, he rests his textbook on his folded legs and resumes studying. Nothing more to say, no need to comment on the glassy sheen to Hiei’s eyes.

With their shoulders touching, Kazuma feels Hiei relax beside him.

Kazuma finishes another chapter of his reading before he realizes the weight on his shoulder is heavier. When he glances over, Hiei is sound asleep.

It takes some time and isn’t particularly graceful, but Kazuma manages to shift their position without waking the demon.

And like that, with Hiei nestled against his chest and sufficiently covered with every blanket in the Kuwabara household, Kazuma gets a head-start on his reading for the week.

The two round gems, their own unique shade and luster, that slid beneath the pillow... those Kazuma slips into his pocket to get rid of later.