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{Indie} Rp Blog for Uta from Tokyo Ghoul. Will be nsfw. Please read the links before interacting. No art is mine unless otherwise stated. I roleplay him mostly as canon Uta, but past Uta is available on request only if you are 18+.

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im still super sick so i might take another day off for replies  ;;

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Send me “Dare!” and I’ll generate a dare for my muse to do.

Dares are 1-30!

Mix of sfw and nsfw.

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Itori and Uta are both disgusting children and I love them and hate them equally

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❤ - Any tumblr senpais ❣ - An unpopular opinion I have ⋆ - A ship I have with my character ❧ - A ship I have with your character ✗ - A ship I can’t stand ☒ - A fact about the mun ☑ - A fact about the character ✾ - Why I chose my character ◎ - Relationship status ❂ - Post a picture of myself ☄ - My opinion of you

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Someone’s sure got a feisty temper, Uta thinks. Not that it bothers him, this attitude as much as the insults rolls off his back like water off a rock. He can’t bring himself to care, other than to sigh and pass a hand in his hair, gazing at the other ghoul. 

‘‘Boring.’’

He says with a tired voice before hearing him say he would rather be skullfucked by a coyote than eat his rest. Uta still can’t find it in himself to apologize for stealing a pair of eyes. He even go as far as to lick his fingers off the blood and take a step forward the other, an eyebrow raised.

‘‘You’re boring. I came here for the smell of blood and some fun, but all I found was a feisty little goblin with a mouth that begs to be punched. I don’t want to entertain that at all. Threaten you? I could keep it up, but I’m a man of action more than words.’’ 

He stops a few inches away from the man, boring his gaze into his with a little hint of a flame behind the blood red eyes of the ghoul. He could be interested in a fight though and it’s apparent that the other ghoul had the temper short enough to be provoked into one. A soft giggle escape Uta’s lips, thinking about the Clown’s motto. He’s only there to have a laugh, right? The clowns are the last to laugh.

‘‘You might need to get your temper checked though. Laughing is so much funnier and interesting than scowling.’’

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uta is my son ngl

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Blast from the past

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Uta chuckled along with Tsukiyama, one hand reaching to his cheek and petting it gently. He was such a nice prey tonight wasn’t he? So pretty and bloody. Broken bits of laughter as he was realizing just how enticing it was to be this perverted and have absolutely no shame about it. Shuu wasn’t so different than him, after all. Maybe he should invite him to become a clown?

But that is for another moment, as he feels him harden against his ass and through the fabric of his pants. 

‘‘Such a good boy, Shuu~ Do you want your reward?’’

Uta’s voice is soft and the words roll off his tongue in a sensual manner, much more seductive than when he ordered him not to move earlier. He laughed quietly again, pulling down the pants of the purple haired man before tightening his cheeks against his hard length. Capturing him in a hot dog fashion, he started rolling his basin slowly, trying to rouse him a bit more than that. The head of Tsukiyama’s cock was engorged and dripping and Uta kept rocking his hips, making it rub against the puffy star hidden between his cheeks.

After a few minutes of teasing, he grabbed the base of Shuu’s cock with a firm grip and slowly forced himself down his shaft, feeling his walls tighten around him. Uta growled in pleasure as he felt the thick head against his prostate, his hips rolling instinctively. 

‘‘So.. so good, Tsuki~’’

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                               ❝do you feel alive?❞

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                                                          ➢ Juuzou could barely feel the pain, but he could tell he was badly injured. The blood loss had caused him to go light-headed, and extremely dizzy and disorientated, to the point that he couldn’t fight back as the ghoul clutched him to his chest, carrying him like a small child. Unable to fight back, Juuzou tried to grip his arm, a futile attempt to stop the bleeding. He didn’t know where they were going, but he remained completely silent, not daring to ask. The damage that the ghoul had done to him was not as repairable as the stab wounds that littered Uta’s body. Surrounded by uncertainy, he leaned his weary head against the ghoul’s chest, letting the wind blow through his hair as he waited to find out what he had in store for him.

He had been on the verge of passing out, before he was suddenly being launched through the air, smashing through the cracked window, landing on his side in a pile of glass. Down but not out, he tried to push himself into a sitting position, glass piercing into his palm as he realised where he was.

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　Why would you save me?

The confusion was evident in his large, round eyes as watched the ghoul, who was still stood outside the window, his face once more obscured. Unable to say anything, his eyes travelled down to the ghoul’s hand, noticing he was holding his suitcase. What would a ghoul want with a quinque? When Uta spoke, it became clear. He was holding it ransom, using it against him, giving him a reason to seek him out again one day.

He wanted to ask why so desperately, but the words wouldn’t leave his lips, and the ghoul jumping away from the window was the last thing that the boy saw before he lost consciousness, his hand slipping out from under him, falling back into the pile of shards, just in time to hear the sound of a trauma team filling the room.

　　　　　　　　　　　　——- 1 month later; 7:33 PM ;

He hadn’t adjusted well to hospital life. It brought back terrible memories of the one other time in his life he had been admitted to one, and his whole stay had been full of frustration and unanswered questions. Nobody from the CCG had come to find him, and he had not found any way to contact anyone during his stay. 　　　　　　　　　　Would they look for him? 　　　　Would anyone even care?

It didn’t really matter. He had another mission in his mind. Standing in the cool evening air in the hospital parking lot, he had managed to discharge himself, and was staring down at the thick cast on his arm. They had managed to salvage most of his arm, and preserve a lot of the functionality, but it was hideously scarred below the cast. He knew he had to find the ghoul, and take back what was his. He also wanted to know why he had been spared.

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　Was it all just a sick game?

Looking out into the darkness surrounding the building, a smile spread across his face. "Where are you, NO FACE? I want to play." He called, before running off into the darkness.

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                                                       ➢The month passed and Uta couldn’t get Juuzou out of his head. The taste of his blood sometimes still lingered on his tongue and he craved it. Craved it so much it was driving the clown insane. He had tried to bite someone else, find pleasure into delighting himself with their suffering screams and the way their bodies twitched under his as he cracked their skull to eat their eyes, but nothing surpassed the way his body quivered at the thought of the smaller man. A childish, sadistic and reckless man who attacked him despite knowing how deadly their fight would turn out to be.

He had observed the quince weapon too, trying to find ways he could fight back against it, but he was no scientist. He could have brought it back to one to have it analyzed, but giving the quince would mean he had killed Juuzou’s hope to ever best him. Although this weapon could be the end of him, he wanted and yearned for the pain the other man could indulge him in. No matter how wrong it was.

                          What the hell is wrong with me?

               Do I have a dying wish?

No he does not. But he wants the fight, wants the pain and to see Juuzou again. So a month later, when he stood on the rooftop of his shop and smelled him, his grin stretched. It was time. He rushed to the spot where he had nearly split the man’s arm in two with his jaw and leaned against the wall just as he was doing last time. He waited for him, the case in a hand, waiting for Juuzou to come and fetch it.

He was probably still wounded, his body weakened by the cast and painkillers he was forced to eat. It didn’t matter, Uta did not want his death. Humans are so hard to heal and so easy to kill. Such fragile beings they were. Then why did he take an interest in one mere bug crawling up his skin? His tongue salivated as the smell of Juuzou got closer and his heart boiled with excitement. He wanted a taste again. Maybe he’d lock the man down in his basement and keep him. Should he? He did not particularly want to hurt Juuzou, which was rare in itself. He just wanted to bite and drink him and have him possibly hurt him. Uta wanted the pain, the blood and everything he could rip from the pale haired boy.

                                       He’s there.

‘‘What’s up?’’

No mask this time. Only sunglasses that he does only bother to move down the bridge of his nose to look at Juuzou. He tilted his head a bit and smirked before pulling the glasses up again, fingers tightening on the case.

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                       Comments brushed aside -                     no importance - no weight -                     a mere waste of exhaled air to                     express idiotic musings.

                       Awful ? Pretty boy ?

                       He made no attempt to                     advance further - to approach                     the ghoulish form.

                                         ” I would advise you                                                               to leave, pet. “

                       Blunt - to the point.

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                        As amazingly funny as he might be,

                    calling Uta a pet to show his superiority

                    or simply to annoy him, the ghoul can’t say

                    he takes a liking to being underestimated.

                        ‘‘Again with the pet name.

                                               A little more and I’ll believe you’re flirting me.’’

                          Uta loses his smile and stares at the man

                  with disdain tinting his features. He’s the one 

                  taking a few steps forward, taunting the other to move.

                         ‘‘Or  what? What if I

                                                  do not want to leave?’’             

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My love  for my muse knows no bounds, even sickness. just you wait for those replies gdi.

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I’m sick as a  dog replies will b very slow if I make them;;

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REPOST. DO NOT REBLOG. Rule #1: Always post the rules. Rule #2: Answer the questions the person who tagged you, then write 11 new ones. Rule #3: Tag 11 people to answer your questions. @ them and the person who tagged you so they all know what’s going down. Tagged by: delicsan​

My Questions:

1. If you could choose just one favourite attribute of your muse, what would it be?

He has amaze eyes tbh.

2. Your muse is on the verge of death! What would be their last words?

My life was amazing.

3.What is one of their secret kinks that no one has ever exploited? 

Erotic asphyxiation/Choking

4.Quick, a specific scenario you would like to see them in~

I want him gored out but at the same time he’s kinda strong. But I found a very good juuzou and it might happen anyway eheheheheh

5.Would you say you’re content/comfortable in the roleplay community? What bothers you the most?

I’m content in the roleplay community, but what bothers me the most is to be judged because of what I write. I am tired of being looked down upon because I like to write smut and nsfw. My muses are not 2 dimensional bag of dicks waiting to be dicked. Even if I write nsfw, my muses still hold depths. I could write you a 10 page essay on Uta and still have stuff to say. I choose to write nsfw because this is what I like to roleplay. Honestly.

6.Listen up, you & your muse are both paired off to fight against a zombie apocalypse; what are both your weapons of choice? And do you two think you’ll survive it, given your traits? [ be honest~ ]

Uta would kill me, eat my body and survive. TBH if he doesn’t eat me, the zombies would because i’m unhealthy and fat and have zero cardio so i’d probably die very quickly.

7.Your muse is in therapy, you’re the assigned therapist~ Given all they are likely confessing, what would be your inner thoughts on their life choices & past?

Amazing, let me write a book on that.

8.Behold, a normal question. What made you get into roleplaying?

I write since as long as I can remember writing. I’ve always written, have 3 books nearly done but I discovered roleplaying in neopets like 10 years or so ago.

9.Tumblr is dead, like myspace, where do you go!?

I cry in a corner and return to homestuck and msparp

10.Given the choice, would you punch your muse in the face or hug them? Cause we know more than others deserve the first option.

I’d die either way, might as well hug him and feel him up

11.Your muse is a bender~ What element would they master based on their personality?

Uta would be a blood bender lmao. Water bender, most likely. He’s fluid and nothing really gets to him.

My questions:

1. One trait you have in common with your muse?

2. If you could be anyone, fictional or not, who would you be and why?

3. Clubs or fire with friends and some beer?

4. Shower or bath?

5. Any pets?

6. A lot of acquaintances or very few friends?

7. Tv or Books?

8. Why did you choose your muse?Do you have others?

9. Is there anyone, fictional or not, that inspires you?

10. Do you have a friendship that lasted over 10 years/is still going on after 10?

11. Would you eat Poutine? (it’s a meal, google it, french canadian in me needs to know)

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