#MUSE::Ururu

[uraharashouten]

How Would The Fandom Treat You?

Smol bean *///*

Ahaha oh no you got the worst option. Okay lemme reemphasize, this test is about how the fandom SEES you, not how you actually are. But you're probably cutesy, most likely have anxiety or depression, and you're gay. They're gonna be calling you a kawaii smol bean cinnamon roll owo and drawing you in flower crowns. Im, so sorry.

"...but I grew up? hhhhhh"

Tagged by: @crashingheavens

Tagging: @orphanedshadow and all OCs who see this! Because y'all deserve to be abused by fandom too. 😆

[uraharashouten]

Ururu stared with large, bemused eyes at the change of wardrobe. She hadn't minded Andi's minimalist garb, really; it seemed an entirely practical choice, given the heat. It mattered little to her, considering the company in which she'd been raised, but modesty seemed important to other people, especially Americans. They were weird about nudity.

"Oh." Money... she tended to forget about that. There always seemed to be enough somehow; Kisuke made sure of that, even if she wasn't living under his roof anymore. But Andi had already moved on to ice powers. "There's Toushirou-san," she answered, "but he only stops by occasionally, whenever he's looking for the latest Gundam model. I don't think he's interested in being anyone's personal ice machine. And then there's Rukia... who's really more of a heat sink, technically, but that'd work just as well if she were interested in helping out. Still, it's only a temporary solution, because it's not like these people aren't both captains with day jobs." She stops to consider. "You know, Hard-Off might have a secondhand portable AC for cheaper," she suggests. "Or if they don't, I'm sure there are online stores that do."

She pauses, gazing sympathetically at Andi. "You really don't have to wear the hoodie," she asserts blatantly. "I get why, but... do you have a tank top or something?"

Ururu was a lifesaver with the frozen treats, an Angel in this hellish heat. Andi's hellmark could protect her from incineration, but apparently it couldn't protect her from high UV rays or the humidity. Andi's own popsicle choice being a grape flavored one, it matched her hair.

She tossed her hoodie on, even if this wasn't the right weather for one, she was feeling rather underdressed when compared to her company. "I could only afford the fan, I thought about a portable AC unit, but I don't exactly got enough cash for one." Hopping universes and being strapped for cash made things difficult at the currency exchange. "Wait, so you know people with ice powers? Cause honestly, I prefer winter and fall to all this sun and heat."

[midnightactual]

Guest Housing at Yoruichi & Kūkaku’s

I’m still working on a comprehensive floorplan of the facility the two live in from 2011 onward, but I wanted a sense of what the guest apartments are like since at the very least Tatsuki, Karin, Ikumi, and Jackie (@obsidiennes) are living in them as of 2022, as is Ururu (@uraharashouten). So, a sort of general (ostensible) overview of one of the three residential layers is as follows:

At least, this is true for the neighboring Block 1D. Block 1B is supposedly the same but isn’t actually, with half of these dorms (specifically those on the upper half of this diagram) instead being furnished as apartments, with 24 in total. I think I came up with a pretty decent layout given their sort of weird shape:

Nominal floorspace is around 940 square feet (87.33 square meters), which would put it in the uppermost 10% for Tokyo. Storage is overwhelmingly concentrated in the 7 big double-door floor-to-ceiling wardrobes seen along the top in this example. Amenities include a Western-style kitchen with full-size refrigerator and oven (albeit no dishwasher), full-size washer and dryer, tub and two showers (there could be rainfall showerheads plus normal ones) and an ability to fit a king-size bed. (The TV for illustrative purposes here is 75″.) Also, unlike typical Japanese apartments, these would be very well soundproofed and generally oriented for privacy.

I’m sort of unsure how much of the furniture would come standard; probably all the major pieces with the assumption the space has been worked out, with whatever else one wants on top of that at their own expense. So probably no electronics. On the other hand, no charge for rent or utilities (power, water, internet).

I think Yoruichi and Kūkaku would generally have a preference for hosting other women, but not necessarily exclusively. I have to imagine Love, Hachigen, and Hiyori (muse-dependent) would’ve been extended invites to live there if they wanted to, considering where it was built.

Anyway, if anyone is interested in exploring housing situations for their muses in Karakura, this is a possibility besides being crammed down into the basement of the Shōten.

[hirak0s]

"I heard a rumor that you're pregnant," Ururu deadpans.

That's not entirely true. She's just really, really observant. She doesn't live at the Shōten anymore, or she'd probably have noticed sooner.

send a rumour about my muse and they will both react and respond to the rumours' validity.

Had word spread? She hadn't even told anyone about this yet... "M-might be. The word's might be right now." Though all signs were pointing to yes. "Gonna wait til I see Isane 'fore lettin' others know an' all."

[uraharashouten]

She sucked in her breath sharply—it seemed Ururu's gaze had wandered only briefly from the path in front of her, and when it returned, there was Kara, standing in her way. She might have collided awkwardly had she not instantly sensed the Hellish presence and halted... and maybe that wouldn't have been so bad. She returned Kara's small smile with a tiny, shy one of her own.

"That was kind of the idea," she admitted a bit bashfully. "It's not like you have a smartphone and I can just text." Unless she did? Maybe Kisuke could... "Anyway, I wanted to give you these..."

She thrust forward the handful of long-stemmed mushrooms. "And see if you weren't too busy with work to go for a walk with me?"

@uraharashouten asked: Ururu's wandered off the path in the park after dark, clutching a bouquet of enoki mushrooms. "Kagome, kagome," she begins singing, hoping to lure out a certain special someone with the lyrics from the creepy children's game. The bird in the cage, When, oh when will it come out In the night of dawn The crane and turtle slipped Who is behind you now?

"Hell itself." The words would be more ominous, had Kara not been smiling slightly, having appeared from seemingly nowhere in order to block Ururu's way back to the path.

Even if she meant no harm, Hell was in her nature, and Ururu never seemed frightened, no matter what Kara did. So the abomination didn't bother to hide things, simply taking comfort in the fact that she didn't have to pretend.

"You have a lovely voice… unfortunately those tend to lure in us monsters."

[crashingheavens]

@uraharashouten​ said:

if you receive this, you make somebody happy! go on and send this to ten of your followers who makes you happy or somebody you think needs cheering up. if you get one back, even better!

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Digi, I'm using this meme as an excuse to let you know that you make me happy with your chill vibe and good humor, and Kisuke's happy to have a friend in Kuukaku. (And maybe Soi Fon too, but we won't press her on that, eh? xD )  Anyway, you make the Bleach RPC a better place by just being in it.

This was a far cry from anything I had expected to find when I checked Kukaku's inbox but! I am still happy to see it, and, on that, I have to say that I always appreciate seeing you and your merry band of muses on the dash! It's just a joy to see how you bring not just Kisuke but Tessai, Ururu, and Jinta to the board and how you've developed them!

P.S We both know Soifon appreciates Kisuke's company, even if she'd never admit it.

[transformingbricoleur-a]

@snugglytooth​ asked:

"Kisuke, what if ya went back 'ta bein' captain of the 12th? Mayuri'd be happy 'ta work under ya, y'know. He'll grumble about his superiority, but I know he'll be thrilled yer back. Even the other. The captains I mean. And the Gotei. Ya can take Ururu and Jinta back. I know they aren't really the ones that hold ya back." She's swinging her legs on the counter top now. Frowning. "What's really holdin' ya back?"

Immediately, he’s opened his mouth in protest, but he pauses, lips parted, as he hears her out. It’s the bit about Mayuri that’s done it. While laughable on its face that the present captain would welcome a demotion to serving beneath the former... but there’s a certain nostalgia for the Twelfth that’s never really left him, has it? Perhaps he made a clean break from the Second, but that was different. He’d never actually been reassigned...  But as she continues, the sentiment passes, and the romance wears a bit thin.

“I think you, of all people, ought to know the answer to that,” he rejoins when she’s finished. “What’s holding you back, Hiyori-san?” He gives her a long, significant look, and he’s certain what’s unsaid in that exchange is well understood. “Still...” he muses, at length breaking the silence.  A poignant, lopsided smile grows on his jaw. “When you ask a question like that, I can’t help but wonder if you, too, miss our old division..."

[obsidiennes]

@uraharashouten asked:

"Lisa-san? How do you plan to celebrate your birthday?

“Readin’ mostly. Might order somethin’ real indulgent ta eat. Maybe she’d do something if the others descended upon her office and forced her to...

[uraharashouten]

"If you're feeling lonely, just remember you're always close to a spider."

[midnightactual]

@uraharashouten wrote:

Ururu: “…and if they did matter to the right people, things could be different.”

“Maybe.” Yoruichi felt she understood what was being said, but she didn’t want to talk about that, so she would neither confirm nor deny any such thing. “But there are plenty of feelings which no one can do anything about, feelings which will never change anything any which way, feelings which only get in the way of what needs to be done. One can indulge in them if one wants or needs, but what then?”

[uraharashouten]

Ururu's eyes rolled upward as she calculated. "If the average tiny pillow is twenty centimeters square," she concluded, "then you'd need fifty to perfectly tesselate the plane of a twin futon. Five across and ten down." It was a simplistic answer, and she knew it wasn't the only way they could 'reasonably fit,' but it was an answer.

"But as an interior decorating approach, It'd look pretty stupid. Somehow I doubt I'm going to need that many." She shrugged, swiping through baffling fashion bedding choices on her device. "Besides ammunition in a sleepover, what would you use them for?"

@uraharashouten asked for Sealed With A Lead Ki ss:

❛  how  many  tiny  pillows  does  one  girl  need ?  ❜  –Ururu to Yukari

“Ehhh,” Yukari hummed, “What kind of question is that~? Well, as many as a bed can reasonably fit, of course!” Whatever that meant anyway, because she didn’t explain what constituted ‘reasonable’. “They have a lot more practical uses than one might think.”

[thedarkheretic156]

++++++Random bleach Drabble 2+++++++

I just wanna write about how they would kiss you welp

Day 2 - Kisuke Urahara

"How does that taste?"

Kisuke made a face, "sweet,." he said, "but also weirdly gamy urgh-" He very unattractively spit out another piece of colorful candy. The store was surprisingly empty today afternoon, You and Kisuke had decided to try out the new candy flavors from soul society. With the children and Yoruichi out, it was rare for you to have the place to yourself.

"That tasted so disgusting I need to cleanse my palette." he mewled . You coyly held up a strawberry mochi, but he just clicked his tongue. He crawled forward and placed a chaste kiss on your lips. "That's better."

"Wait that's it?" You complained. Kisuke smiled, "Want more sweetheart?" he teased, but complied just as quickly.

His palm cupped your face. His hand was so big, your face could just fit inside his palm perfectly. He kissed you again, deeply this time. You slipped out a moan as he glided his tongue along your lower lip. The bolt of want shot through your body. So warm.

You felt his breath hitch as you drove forward, trying to make it deeper. But he pulled you away by your shoulders. Eyes glazed under his cap. "Easy now love." He said.

He held up another bright blue piece, "We still have this last one to test." He pressed the candy to your lips. It didn't taste all that bad, sweet and a little sour, but it painted your lips and tongue a bright blue. You gave him a quick kiss on the corner of his mouth, leaving behind an inky blue smudge. Kisuke traced it with his thumb and licked it off. "Not bad, but I do like you better."

You laughed and leaned in, kissing the tip of his nose, before settling on his lips. He let out a triumphant sigh against your mouth, fingers finding your lower back. Your forehead pushed against his cap, causing it to slide up. You could feel the warmth of his blush against your face, the tuffs of his blond hair brushing up against your cheek.

He murmured against you mouth, pulling away. You whined a bit, "Kisuke~"

"That needy?" he mused, "People would think I keep you touch starved for days." He picked you up by your waist, moving himself in a more comfortable position against the wall. He moved you so that you were practically in his lap.

His back against the wall, legs spread out far too invitingly. He pulled his stripped hat off, sliding an arm around your waist so you could be pulled into his chest.

“Now~” he sang, “Kiss me properly.”

You grinned, “Who am I to deny you that?” He always kissed you with a hint of a smile pulling the corners of his mouth.

“I TOLD YOU SO!” the door slammed open and you practically threw urahara across the room in an attempt to get away.

Ururu and Jinta raced in, arguing. Yoruichi, clearly bored trailed behind them. Her feline eyes spotted you two and she read the room easily.

Yoruichi’s eyes narrowed, “Did we interrupt something?” She said casually, unable to keep the smile off her face.

“Absolutely nothing.” Kisuke said through noticeably swollen lips. "we were just trying out the new flavors."

"Your lips are blue!" Jinta pointed out, "And they look puffy, maybe they didn't suite you."

"Happens when you get too greedy~" Kisuke said grinning.

Asshat

[deivorous]

@soulxfragments submitted: 🍒  + @uraharashouten

🍒 Positivity Meme 🍒

Oh gosh, I could genuinely write a dissertation on how much I adore Silk.

Silk is one of the most kind, most welcoming, most genuinely engaged people I’ve ever had the privilege to write with. She brings such an intense thoughtfulness to every interaction, and considers every little detail about the muses of her partners. She’s so willing to try out any pathway offered to her, to  and honestly its an amazing skill and positive force on the rpc. It’s a talent that I wish I - and everyone else - could learn to emulate even a little bit.

I’m trying to think back now, and I honestly can’t recall if we started to write with Grimmjow or Tomoe, but either way, Silk immediately made me feel welcome - and returning to Indie now and seeing all the threads Silk is writing, I can tell that she’s continued her habit of greeting new rpers with open arms and an open mind. I would not be where I am today with any of my muses without her, and I’m really grateful that I’ve had the opportunity to write with her for such a long time now (nearly my entire rp career!) and grow my muses alongside hers.

Kisuke is always a character that I’ve been very fond of. For those of you who don’t know me well, I started in the bleach fandom as an SI-OC and GrimmIchi fic writer, and Kisuke has always been a character that’s featured heavily in my writing. I’ll tell you, he is so hard for me to write. He’s complicated and contradictory. And Silk seems to write him with such unerring accuracy, she just embodies him so well and has a deep understanding of his thoughts and motives. I know she works so hard to engage with him and it really shows.

I also have to just take a moment and recognize the fact that she’s picked up writing Tessai, Ururu, and Jinta and I am inordinately fond of the family she’s constructed at Urahara shoten. These are four vastly different muses, and every single one of them feels so alive to me. (Grimm and I are particularly fond of Ururu, even tho he still, just a little bit, wants to kill her.)

Everyone in the RPC is so lucky to be on tumblr at the same time as you are and I am even luckier to call you my friend.

[maddmuses]

A sigh wafted from Shoyo’s nostrils as the girl twisted at petals of a flower she’d picked from a garden nearby earlier in the day. The summer’s heat beat down from the sky, so Shoyo’s clothing were lighter than the shihakusho she usually wore, even when around the shop, being a t-shirt and skirt. Way more breathable than the black raiment typical of a shinigami.

Continuing to fuss with the flower, Shoyo huffed. She didn’t totally understand why her tall mom insisted on these visits to Karakura, though she really enjoyed visiting uncle Kisuke’s shop, the subject always seemed to put her short mom on edge.

When she was younger she liked these visits, especially when she could convince Jinta and Ururu to play with her, but those sorts of things weren’t so interesting to the soul anymore. And as she continued to fiddle with the flower, to the point that it was nearly mangled, Shoyo couldn’t help but worry about her raccoons back in the seireitei. They could certainly handle themselves, but still, she worried that her babies would go without their favorite foods if she didn’t make the effort to bring them around.

“Maybe I can go home a week early...” The shinigami mused in a quiet voice, barely louder than a whisper.

[uraharashouten]

"He did?" Ururu responded hollowly. That would explain a lot. It took her a moment to realize that Andi wouldn't actually be able to take the towel, thanks to Kisuke's interventions, so she set about wrapping the towel around her rain- and perspiration-soaked friend, rubbing vigorously. "We'll just get you warmed up and dried..."

"Ururu-dono!" Tessai repeated, with alarm. Ururu ignored him.

"What's the worst that can happen?" she asked dully. "If it consumes her entirely, she'll vanish and reconstitute. It's not like it matters how close I am."

"That would be the worst case," Kisuke nodded, still keeping his even gaze locked on Andi. "But I believe our friend here possesses a robust constitution and a significant amount of willpower, considering her ability to host a symbiote. What remains to be seen will be how the latter manages to integrate the Hollow reiatsu..." He trailed off, watching with keen interest.

Ururu had chosen to ignore her elders, for the most part. Should things go seriously off the rails, they'd help both Andi and her— that was all she needed to know.

"Stay with me," she told Andi. "It'll try to take over your mind. I don't know how it feels, compared to Mania, but you probably have some practice with that." She'd been watching the glowing mark, and the developing hole. "Just don't lose yourself, and you'll be okay."

uraharashouten​:

Ururu’s lips pressed tightly together in a thin, wan line as her eyes drank in details. She didn’t try to dissuade Andi from sitting up—it seemed important that she maintain consciousness. But the inchoate telltale signature of reiatsu just below the surface was setting off alarm bells.

“You won’t hurt me.” Her tone was matter-of-fact, confident. “Wait here—I’ll get you a towel.”  She rose and turned to proceed swiftly out of the room, Andi’s plea for help trailing after her.

She couldn’t know how long her absence felt to Andi, but her watch told her it was less than a minute before her return, towel in hand and two larger figures in tow, filling the door frame behind her.  Her feet paused only briefly at the sight of the glowing pentagram, then she continued doggedly forward, towel-first.

“ooOOhhh—” Came an inflected voice from behind her. “Well that doesn’t look good—” That speedy diagnosis made, Kisuke turned to his companion. “Tessai?”

The latter was already bringing his palms together, lips drawing back in a grimace of concentration. The air in the small room grew thick and charged as pointed and blocky structures materialized, poised menacingly around and above Andi’s body.

“Ururu-dono!” he barked gruffly. “Please move aside!”

“Wait—” Ururu’s alarmed gaze swung and trained on Tessai as her now towel-free hands flew out instinctively, protectively.

“Precautions,” Kisuke assured her evenly, “Which should not be necessary.” His piercing gaze had landed intently on Andi’s face, a casual hand dangling by his side, one finger crooked. “Will they, Andi-san?” She might be finding it a bit difficult to move.

A part of her was relieved when Ururu left the room, less of a chance she might get hurt by… whatever was happening to Andi now. The other part didn’t want her friend to go, because with Ururu out of the room, the only other voice was that of the Hollow…

Of course, when she came back with Tessai and Kisuke in tow, Andi knew something was up, though given how Ururu reacted to Andi being immediately restrained and menaced by whatever new ‘toys’ the two men were about to try on her. She knew, she deserved this, instincts had just made her bunch up defensively. The mark began to show itself, it had never been visible before. She’d been told only demons and devils could see it, even Shinigami had only been able to sense it as corrupt spiritual energy before now. But now, perhaps because of the hollow, the flaming pentacle presented itself.

What surprised her the most was Kisuke. Sure, she knew he had a history, and there was definitely more to the jovial act he put on, but the gaze she caught from under the brim of his hat, if it were a blade, he’d have pierced her ten times over, maybe more.

She couldn’t move, though her body urged her to fight the restraints, the mark burned, and the symbiote began to form, but not in its usual black color. It was a pale white with dark purple blotches, when it got to her chest, a hole seemed to form beneath the hellmark, though the mark itself acted as a sort of block or mesh over it, and her usual black mask was instead showing signs of forming a white skull mask. “I…I think I messed up big time–hnnngh!” She grit her teeth so hard they might crack, trying to force the beast back down. “Mania… Mania ate a hollow!”

[obsidiennes]

@uraharashouten asked:

"Um..."

Ururu's staring at the woman with dark hair and hazel eyes, and that distinctive hat. Whatever she's wearing, it's definitely not a shihakushо̄, or even a yukata, which seems to be typical of the people she's seen around the Seireitei today. At least she's finally here... "I missed the whole war because someone was being overprotective, so sorry if I should know this already but... I'm guessing you fought on the other side? So... what are you doing here?" ...oops. "I'm Ururu, by the way." She gives a polite little bow. "I'm from the other other side."

To say that Bambietta had noticed the strange woman in Earth clothing watching her would be something of an understatement—it’d be hard not o notice her, wearing contemporary clothes in actual colors. The Shinigami sometimes wore colored yukata about, but not often. All the other was doing was staring at her though, and plenty of Shinigami still did that to this day, so whatever. When the woman finally approached and did a weirdly direct introductory infodump, she just kind of stared back.

It lasted for at least two seconds after Ururu had finished speaking. O... kay. Kinda weird. Nonetheless, she put on a polite smile and decided to largely ignore all of that. Stick to the script. She jabbed a thumb toward herself. “Hi, Ururu, I’m Bambietta! Bambietta Basterbine, official Quincy liaison to the Seireitei! You can call me Bambi. I’m here to head up peace and reconciliation efforts between our people and the Shinigami.” There was a pause, and a faintly sly and interrogative edge crept into her expression. “Might I ask what someone from Earth is doing here?” People came and went all the time, like that Arisawa woman, but this one was clearly different.