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PSA

Hi friends!!

I decided to finally make a multi-muse blog instead of continuing to make new blogs for each new muse. My previous blogs were: @explosive-blonde, @uchihacorvus, @uchiha-snake, @actual-ibuki, @scleraking, @therussian-punk

I have some new muses. But feel free to interact with any of my muses!

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Tokyo Ghoul AU || Closed

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He had been walking home from practice when it happened, dragged down a back alley he’d been attacked by a ghoul. Yuuri hadn’t even had time to react as they bit into him, then debris fell on top of them crushing the named ghoul. When he woke in the hospital he had thought it all a dream, they’d told him they’d found him with another dead body. That they’d transferred organs from that body into his to save his life, because the other man had been brain dead already.

Nearly two weeks later he was finally released, he’d been unable to really eat since then, and was banned from the ice until further notice. He thought about going home instead of back to his apartment in Tokyo where he was training. He was sure he just missed home cooking, and that was why everything tasted horrible, making him throw up. Yuuri knew he was starving though, he felt it every time he went outside.

One night he wandered the streets hands shaking, horrible thoughts entering his head about attacking people, biting into them. Something was wrong, he had to get away from people. He stumbled down a dark alley, and into the quieter, darker parts of town. A sudden squelching sound made him jump as he rounded a corner.

[hollowghouluta]

Have we met before?//@scleraking

Polished, dark wood bar tops. The lingering scent of cigarette smoke. Dim, yet warm lighting.

It was a scene that Uta was all too familiar with. As the moonlight shown from outside, a moment longer the sound of hinges squeaking as the door closed behind him. Carmine eyes surrounded by inky darkness observed the many tables peppered with bodies in conversation.

Uninteresting.

But wait. A man with short hair and dark clothes caught his gaze nearly simultaneously as the air of boredom threatened to settle across his features. Wanting to learn more about this stranger he approached with even steps. Though he was excited to a degree in the inside, his face would not show it. It was just the way he was.

As he got closer this man began to seem more and more familiar, as if they shared more than a simple taste in clothes. His steps quickened as he came to the place this man sat. But he was facing away, so the ghoul couldn’t see his face.

He would need to remedy that.

“You have nice taste in clothes. It reminds me of my own.”