Spring. Taisho Era Japan, 1920. There is a small percentage of the population that is born with mysterious, magical tattoos. When these people find each other, an inexplicable feeling runs down their spine and they somehow know the other person is just like them—especially if the tattoos have a pre-determined affinity to each other.
That is exactly how Kageyama, the young noble, and Hinata, the blacksmith’s son, met.
Its almost halloween i’ve barely seen any monster apartment stuff on my dash
I had to change that SO HERE is everybodys favorite wizard smooching his monster boyfriends! ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ 💚💜❤💙
Its been a while since i first read the fic but i still love my dorky, supernatural OT4 uvu
I re-drew a drawing of Meenah I did in about 2013, to see how I improved in four years. If you ever feel like you’re improvement is stalled, or you’re stuck, I’d recommend trying this. It’s really uplifting when you can have solid proof of improvement!
Happy Valentine’s Day, y’all! I hope everyone had a wonderful day, and I hope this fic makes it a little better!
This was written for @percyyoulittleshit who gave me the prompt:
“So let me get this straight. You want to hire me to be your date to a Valentine’s Party?” I hope it lives up to your standards, Mari!
“So let me get this straight. You want to hire me to be your date to a Valentine’s Day party?”
Annabeth sighed. Honestly, it sounded terrible when you said it that way. Well, she guessed that it would probably sound horrible any way you said it.
“Yes,” she snapped, tapping her foot against the sidewalk. “You just have to come to the party with me. We only have to stay for a few hours.”
Percy was silent as he considered. He was loading his band equipment into the back of his Jeep. Annabeth had seen him outside when she got home from track practice, which is when she decided to cross the street to his house and solicit his help.