#multianime

[heirtoagni]

@multianime send:

Katara had noticed how he was growing his hair out. And honestly? She had to admit that she liked this new look on him. It suited him well in her eyes. “You know…” Katara starts. “This new look really suits you.”

As she commented on his new hairstyle, Zuko couldn't help but feel a touch of embarrassment, blushing alittle. He reached up unconsciously to touch his lengthening hair before replying, "Oh, ehm... thanks… I was afraid to look like too much of my father… but yeah… thanks again," he said with a small shrug, trying to sound nonchalant.

But beneath that casual facade, he was secretly pleased by her compliment. The fact that Katara liked it boosted his confidence more than he cared to admit.

[lunaurous]

༱ ㅤ  ㅤ ㅤ  ㅤ ⠀⠀˖ ✦ 𝙻𝚞𝚔𝚊 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐝

@yourparasiite & @multianime liked ♡' for a starter !

⏝ ⏝    ≡   ✦      ..    ﹍   ˖ ࣪    ⊹            𓄹        𝐇𝐄’𝐃 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐊 𝐒𝐎 𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐄 — smiles laced with that easy, princely charm, a bow just theatrical enough to feed the crowd’s hunger. Victory looked effortless on him, and he let them believe it. Cameras snapped, voices rose his name like a hymn, and he answered it all with that velvet smile he knew they craved. Perfect, untouchable, Prince of Alien Stage. But behind the perfection, the pounding had already begun. Each flash of light drove deeper into his skull, each cheer a hammer-strike that made his teeth ache. The charm cracked the second he stepped off stage, traded for a clenched jaw and quick, almost frantic steps down a side corridor, leaving the noise behind before it could consume him whole.

  The quiet was a balm, though not enough to dull the throb behind his eyes. his feet moved as if on autopilot.  fixitaed through the empty hall, fragile and aching, a determination eager enough to cut through the pain without shattering him further. He knew where they were, drawn like a moth to the first gentle flame. And there they were. Poised, calm ( to a degree ), their presence filling the hollow spaces that the crowd’s roar had left in him. He didn’t think—he couldn’t afford to. The princely act had slipped away; what remained was something rawer, selfish. distant and apathetic. He stepped in close, boldness guided by desperation, arms sliding around till's waist before he even realized he was there. he wasn't so expressive. at least to those he let himself grow close to. but Heperu taught him ways. ways to survive through any means. he knew how to toy with emotions. a little too well. His forehead pressed into the small of his back, unruly curls fall upon his golden irses as he practically nestled close . A small, muffled whine escaped him. lips pursed into a pout. 

 ❝ Too much, ❞ he admitted against him, voice low and frayed, no stage-brightness left in it.  ❝ My head’s splitting ❞ His fingers tightened against his side, clinging.

 ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤHe needed this, and he'd take it. he would be selfish.

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starter call.

@multianime sasaki & miyano !

since graduation and getting into college, time spent with his boyfriend has been miniscule. there's been so much studying and school work that it's been almost impossible to even find time to meet up or go on dates. but finally, with summer break set in, there will be plenty of opportunities to make up for lost time together.

even now, sasaki stands outside of the school, waiting to surprise miyano. he hadn't yet told the other that he was home from college already. his first year both terrifying and wonderful, but nothing compared to the joy of being together with mya. and even best, if he can surprise him with a visit and the start of summer break.

eyes close and head tilts as he smiles at the other when mya finally appears. arms open for a hug as he says, "surprise mya," in that soft voice he only ever uses tor miyano.

[hitterace]

@multianime asked:

💋 from Noya

the summer heat was getting to tanaka, especially after such a heated practice. but he had the thought of a nice cool shower in his head as he was walking side by side with noya. it was then that he took the other's hand in his own, bringing it up to his lips and gave it a kiss.

he was told not to kiss him as much in front of the other's during practice, but now that they were alone, he didn't have anything to hold him back.

"you know, you should stay over tonight, we could get some snacks at coach ukai's store and watch some movies or something. saeko's out of town so it would be just the two of us."

[starjynx]

He's just going to keep an eye for now. Maybe HUFF a little.

[musexmosaic]

↪ ⟬ closed starter for @multianime ⟭

Akaashi hadn't seen Bokuto for quitz a while. Both had been busy with their jobs...Bokuto as player at MSBY and Akaashi as editor. They still texted. Still called and video called sometimes too; but it wasn't the same.

It's not like Akaashi missed volleybal perse... — but he did miss Bokuto. Sad modes and all. That's until he got a phone call. Both Hinata and Atsumu almost yelling at him that Bokuto was in a funk and there's nothng they did that helped. Instead of trying to find ways to cheer Bokuto up, he wasn't sure Hinata and Atsumu would be able to do that anyway; but he wasn't gonna say that out loud; he suggested to drop by for a visit. He also told them not to tell Bokuto about this.

And so — here he was. At the gym. Hidden in the shadows. Waiting for Bokuto's practice with MSBY to finish.

[moonswisteria]

@multianime sent: 💋 (Mitsuri to Obanai)

everyone sending ‘💋’ in my inbox gets a kiss from my muse.

His heart was racing, warmth rising to his cheeks, upon hearing her request. She wanted a kiss from him? Him, of all people? He could not be happier, or more scared. She deserved someone better than him, but the idea of her asking anyone else for a kiss made him feel a jealous rage at the imaginary better person. If she was okay with it, perhaps he could give her the affection she wanted, even if he was not worthy of her.

He shifts his bandages, exposing only his lips, hiding his scars. Lips which he softly pressed to hers as his heart seemed to skip a beat. His hands cupped her face, thumbs caressing her soft skin. He knew this could not last, that his filthy existence was one that could never be redeemed enough to be hers. So, Obanai would take this moment and cherish it until the day he died.

[thunderbreathe]

@multianime asked:

"Why can't I come with you?"

the fact that she wanted to come along with him to the market was something that warmed his heart. but he wasn't just going into town to get supplies--he was going to use some of his money to get her a hair clip. he wasn't sure what color or design yet, but he was sure that the moment he saw it, he'd know.

"i'm only going to be gone for a couple of hours, you don't have to worry. i'll be back before you know it."