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What is the significance of inventing the Shihakushō - why did she actually invent it and why was it worth a 'promotion'?

All right, I'm now mentally in a place to do an hc of something this integral as a concept. So--lets journey!

First, lets think about what the shihakushou is and how it behaves.  I think that it actually has a lot to do with some of her cohorts, as it makes sense to me that her own abilities work with, and are shaped by the powers of her closest friends—as Oetsu invented the asauchi/zanpakuto, and Tenjiro invented healing kaido.  Shutara’s strengths are not in what she is herself…but how she can see the spaces between. One cannot have one without being a ‘shinigami’, but canonically it’s not necessarily true that a shinigami is aware of this fact to the profundity of its truth.   If you follow the narrative from inside the Seireitei, it’s given to a shinigami—once they graduate from the academy, the wearer moves from dressing in the student robes to the professional garb of the black shihakushou. Yet it can also be manifested when one suddenly becomes a shinigami—such as when we see Ichigo’s power come into existence with a shihakushou automatically.  I strongly believe he was clothed transdimensionally. GIven that Oetsu can canonically understand who has a zanpakuto and what condition they're in--it makes sense that she has a mirrored ability in her own connection to cloth and wearer.

A shinigami’s shihakushou will go fully white and altered in form if a shinigami tranfers all of their Reiryoku, as in the case of a shinigami transferring their powers to a human via a zanpakuto.  In certain cases like with Unohana speaking to Ichigo about her healing, his own shihakushou’s tattered state was tied to the fact that his reiryoku was in tatters even though his physical body was in good shape after being healed in Hueco Mundo.   It’s intimately tied into the wearer, their status, and the qualities of their soul.

So…given that in order to truly ‘wear’ a shihakushou as intended, one must a) have an energy that can harmonize with the fabric (ie be a being with shinigami-like spiritual power), b) have the potential to command a zanpakuto—even if it’s not well understood by the user, and c) harmonize with the fabric enough to let it become one with you to allow for others to heal you, see your status, protect you, and it allows for your identity to blend with others even when you are displaying in the state of the garment how you are as an individual. 

Uniforms are powerful statements.  It identifies one as part of a group to an outsider, as well as fosters a group identity in an individual when worn.  It is a statement of teamwork.  And of course as a leader of the Divine Blades, she understands a plain uniform that must blend in, but allow for exceptional work  It is not lost on Shutara that there are much flashier inventions in Soul Society.  However, as simple as a black garment may seem, it is equally complex as the creations of those she works beside.  The work of Tenjiro’s healing on a person can be seen easily on the body—but through cloth, you can see what’s not there overtly, and its so simple that even someone who cannot sense reiatsu could find someone injured, see the gravity, and get them help.  Oetsu’s work is honored in tying the ability of the fighter and their weapon into one readable unit.  It’s simple as breathing to her to think about who is beside her and what they need.  Just the same as the fact that she lends her name to the Shutara scale used in alerts, Shutaras abilities exist to keep many under her protection or her thrall, and she doesn’t much care that her abilities are defensive in nature; she cares about the sheer number she can save.  She is the humility of Toyouke, goddess of cloth and necessity, dressed up in the resplendence of Amaterasu, goddess of silk-making.

She is known for being an illusion caster in a group setting who must keep MANY in mind.  She is a living avatar of the importance of fighting beside and for others instead of as a single warrior obsessed with their own strength and power—this is a difference and not a weakness.  If she is in battle, she is not doing so on her own unless the straits are dire.  There is strength in numbers and relying on your team.  She has made a basic, humble cloth, that makes people in fandom wonder why that is an ‘invention’ in the first place…let alone one that would place her in the Guard.  But that’s precisely why she’s there.  She fills in gaps, highlighting the strengths and buffering the weaknesses in her comrades. The oldest protection spells in human history are knotwork, clothing your family in the power of your love spun in cloth--and this realty isn't lost on me.  Her own gift is just as cloth is…something that ties together people and keeps them covered.  And even more than that, like any woman’s work—easily taken for granted.

[royaldreamweaver]

“ is that a bruise…? what were you doing before you got here? ” (The actual last quincy/ Ryuken)

She looks at Ryuken and her mind is filled with static. She realizes that she has no idea how she appears right now...and her partner isn't dumb.

So--she'll pretend to be clueless instead.

"I have a bruise?" she asks. "Where?"

[royaldreamweaver]

PERSONALITY-BASED COMPLIMENTS

Because let’s be honest, compliments about appearances can get old pretty fast. The majority of these are pulled from here!

“You make me feel alive.”

“You’re very comfortable with yourself.“

"You have a beautiful spirit.”

“You make my heart smile.”

“Wow, you’re so persistent. I admire that.”

“You are always unapologetically yourself.”

“You’re very straightforward.”

“You’re so brave.”

“You’re such a genuine soul.”

“I feel peace with you.”

“You’re so motivating!”

“You have a great sense of humor.”

“I appreciate you.”

“You have a good heart.”

“You are worthy.”

“You bring so much light to other people’s lives.”

“You light up every room you walk into.”

“You’re fascinating!”

“You are inspiring.”

“I appreciate your warm spirit.”

”You motivate me to be my best self.”

“You challenge me.”

“You are creative.”

“I notice how hard you worked on that.”

“Your energy is contagious.”

“I look up to you.”

“You have integrity.”

“I appreciate your willingness to take that risk.”

“I applaud you for making the choice to take care of yourself.”

“You walk with such determination. It looks like you can take over the world.”

“You’re a one man/woman/person empire.”

“Your love for others makes me want to be a better person.”

“It’s something about the way you move. It makes people want to notice you.”

“You’re fearless!”

“You make me feel welcome.”

“You’re so fun to be with.”

“I like the way your mind works.”

“You’re considerate and compassionate.”

“Your energy is infectious.”

“Your personality shines as bright as your smile.”

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SECRET IDENTITY SENTENCE STARTERS

the original idea for this shorter meme was based around the idea of a superhero / vigilante / etc trying to keep their identity a secret vs someone else talking about it in some way, but i realized halfway through that some of them are rather vague and can be used for whatever context you want to use them in, so… have at it lol <3

THE QUESTIONER

“ we planned this in advance, why were you so late? ”

“ this is the third time you didn’t show up… i’m starting to think you just don’t like me. ”

“ ooh, what’s in here? can i look? ”

“ is that a bruise…? what were you doing before you got here? ”

“ you’re really not as stealthy as you think, you know. i’ve seen you sneak out, like, five times now. ”

“ is…is this [alias]’s mask…? why do YOU have it? ”

“ i’m not saying you’re suspicious, i’m just saying i’ve never seen you and [alias] in the same room. ”

“ just because you’re a disaster doesn’t mean you can’t be a superhero! ”

“ wait, you’re seriously [alias], you’re not joking? because i was only like 67% sure– ”

“ …is this supposed to surprise me? i knew you were [alias] the whole time. ”

THE QUESTIONED

“ sorry i’m late! i just had to, uh…exercise / walk my dog / [insert horrible excuse here]. ”

“ i’m not missing our dates/parties/hangouts/etc on purpose, i promise! i’m just super busy! ”

“ no no no, don’t look in there, that’s private! ”

“ oh, the bruise? yeah, i just, you know…ran into a pole. ”

“ wh- sneaking out? me? no! where would i even be going? ”

“ that’s not my mask! i’m just… borrowing it? ”

“ just because you haven’t seen me and [alias] in the same room doesn’t mean we’re the same person! ”

“ do you seriously think i could be a superhero? come on, i’m a mess. ”

“ it’s only fair that you know, so… i’m [alias]. surprise…? ”

“ …why are you laughing? i’m serious, [alias] is me! ”

“ you knew i was [alias] the whole time? and you didn’t say anything about it?! ”

[royaldreamweaver]

All right, I’m trying to be more here.  I’m easily tired, have a very restricted range of motion, and am in pain doing many everyday activities.  But life doesn’t stop, so neither can I.

But, I’m thoroughly exhausted and depressed because I’m trying to heal and my workplace doesn’t give a fuck.  My Workers Comp is trying to say that my faxed paperwork from my surgeon doesn’t exist--so they stopped paying me.   (Spoiler: I have copies of the faxed papers with the dates they were sent, multiple times.)  And now the surgeon they sent me to for a second opinion...I got his ‘report’ in the mail which read like it was written by a Disney Villain.  I was even sabotaged by my case manager, as she gave me to the wrong address to find the doctor at--so he was also more than happy to report that I was 40 minutes late and he ‘made time to see me’.  I just visited my care team again today and got even more copies of documents, because this is getting ridiculous.  

I’m more than willing to chat, plot, and do things. Stop by if you like.  I’d like some new things given that my energy and morale is low.  

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— more text starters from discord to make you question our sanity again!!

[txt]: if monster not for sexy, why hot? :/

[txt]: did keanu reeves lose his dick??

[txt]: we fuckin’ on the hello kitty bed tonight!!!

[txt]: man imagine getting to tell your friends that you pegged a god

[txt]: they probably don’t even like cheese, they just like the color….fuckin’ fakers

[txt]: [name], this is about to be my 13th reason.

[txt]: does [name] have an absorption kink or something, what am i missing

[txt]: do you have “the world ends due to demons” on your bingo card?

[txt]: good afternoon everyone i just drank half a gallon of fabric softener

[txt]: do i have to pull out the “things you cannot ingest” PowerPoint

[txt]: guess it’s time to free the organs!!

[txt]: [name], are you anti peg? :(

[txt]: listen, i’m just trying to get railed by a train

[txt]: when mr derulo said “·.¸¸.·♩♪♫ ᴊ ᴀ s ᴏ ɴ ᴅ ᴇ ʀ ᴜ ʟ ᴏ ♫♪♩·.¸¸.·”, i felt that

[txt]: due to personal reasons i will be named an enemy of the state

[txt]: theRE’S NO BIBLE WIDTH BETWEEN YOU TWO, [NAME]. THAT’S WHY YOU’RE GOING TO CATHOLIC SCHOOL

[txt]: webfluid is stored in the balls

[txt]: i’m not a baby and this isn’t an unhealthy coping mechanism i just don’t wanna think about the logistics of our universe

[txt]: you just keep force-feeding my brain anti-wrinkle cream every time you talk to me

[txt]: why don’t you just cain my abel then?? huh???

[txt]: …i wonder if i could actually eat my bones

[txt]: you’re being seriously unpog rn bro

[txt]: are you committing tax fraud again–

[txt]: PETPLAY AND FURRIES ARE NOT THE SAME THING

[txt]: i’m an emotional sadist!!

[txt]: hey do you think the dinosaurs cried?

[txt]: do you ever think about how grapes are so easy to acquire and eat

[royaldreamweaver]

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[royaldreamweaver]

Gary Wright - Dream Weaver

[royaldreamweaver]

black--sun​:

That demand makes him pause. He puts actual effort into coming up with the answer. As if he were a student again. Like he could fall through time and space back to something familiar and comforting. But that brief bubble of comfort pops when the sarcasm hits. 

Ichigo grinds his teeth. He could go back to ignoring them, ignoring her, but… that was worse. Lonely in a way he couldn’t intentionally tolerate.

He is feeling sorry for himself, but he doesn’t want it pointed out. 

He scowls. “As long as they have a current, what does it matter what emotion it comes from? And if you don’t like my work, feel free to start looking for a replacement. I didn’t pick myself for this job.”

He narrows his eyes and looks her over. “I’ll take that to mean you don’t think you could do any better.” That’s definitely not what she meant. And he turns his head, gathering himself. He can’t be a kid. No matter how satisfying it is at any given moment to be an absolute shit of a person. He tries for something more even and quiet. “What should I be transmuting then? You can tell me what to feel, you can tell me to perk up because it could all be worse, but…” Even if he tried, he’s never had much success controlling his emotions.

And to prove it, his stomach twists at her question, asked so plainly and without emphasis. Like she wasn’t plucking at one of the most fundamental moments of his life with those delicate marionette arms. Hell, he doesn’t even talk about this. There’s no way he can explain what it meant to him.

For a long moment, he can’t actually speak, but he clears his throat, swallowing until he trusts his voice not to crack. “We saved my family.” He and Rukia. He’d had to sacrifice a part of his soul. Let it be altered forever. Or… maybe he’d just gotten a piece of his soul that’d been missing. Doesn’t matter. He’d barely had to think about it. He chews his tongue and then swallows again, feeling an unwelcome burn begin in the back of his throat. “Is this where you tell me life can’t exist without sacrifice?”

Except that’s not what she’s getting at. Not fucking at all. And he’s so nonplussed at being that far off the mark, he can only blink up at her owlishly. “Huh?” He stares then frowns. “Uh, I guess I was glad not to be naked. It would’ve been hard to fight if i was worried about getting my dick bitten off.” And… yeah. That’s about all the consideration he’d ever given it. It was weird, but not the strangest thing that had happened that night. “I–” He squints, but with less heat this time. “Thank… you…?”

Even for them, this is an odd conversation. He knows about her fabrics. She did dress him for war. And he gets that there’s far more to it than that, but, “Try to pretend that I’m human. If you’re getting at something, you should might just say it plainly before I remember that you could make me anything to wear, and I get this ugly getup.”

She gives a bark of laughter.  “Of course you didn’t.  But replacements are in short order, and it’s not that I don’t like it…but you have a very long time to ponder your current role in the universe.”

He may feel that the emotions he has now are good for his current role, but she knows better.

“I’m sure I could do it just as well or better, but I’m a poor candidate for the morality of a soul king. I have too much drive and desire and ambition.   I could work in a pinch, but if it was permanent for me…I’d probably lead to the destruction of the universe that I want to protect.”

He asks a question but it’s not something she’s fully sure how to answer.  “Well…you can still run it on heart.”  This balancing is something that’s deep in her core.  

“I may not be just like you, but I can feel around me, the ether of souls, threads everywhere, connecting. I created one of the first soul traffic monitors based on this principle.  If there is no balance, there is suffering, and if there is suffering, it poisons more than the person who suffers.”

Shutara lives as lightly as she can—she knows that the best gift she can give is a way to guide one’s thoughts when so many depend on them.  

She smiles at his words. “Yes—nobody likes to lose their dick to a hollow.  I’m glad you found my own personal work to be user friendly and natural, like a second skin.”

He really is cheeky, but it’s easy to handle.  “Well, those are rather one size fits all.  But now that you’re the king…you can wear whatever you like.  I can certainly create it.”

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@mirokusaki

[royaldreamweaver]

So uhhh...my Shutara muse just turned 9 (NINE!?!?!)...literally today. I got the "happy birthday" email from my original blog. Szayel's came in February...so hers was going to be right behind it. I can't believe I've kept writing her for all this time...and I have no idea how to stop. XD

Now....every day after becomes one step close to a DECADE.

Gods...can you imagine 10 years with this bitch...let alone thousands? No wonder the Guards are hella weird.

Anway...my little piece and place in fandom history. XD

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1. Feed my muse a piece of chocolate

@twoswordsonecaptain

Sorry this is late given that I've dealt with the nerve pain from hell. But I'm getting there.

She reaches for the box she has. She loves the holiday, yes, the drama, the theatrics, the animal magentism hid under soft words that even children can say innocently. Be my Valentine.

But, the food is something she cringes at. Sweets. Expensive and well marbled meats. Wine. Indulgences. But, at least he's here, so she can hide it just for a little while.

Reaching for something rich, a truffle filled with rich chocolate spiked with booze, she puts it in her hand and raises it to his lips.

"Sweets for my sweet?" She can't help but laugh. It's something he would say, rather than her...and so she says it, just for the humor. She traces his lower lip with it, before pushing it in.

[royaldreamweaver]

Writing Motivations

Spite

Inspiration

Hungry for Validation

Make readers go “Wow!”

Make readers go “Oh!”

Make readers go :’((

Horny

Dragons

Whom else is going to write this if not me??

They Gave Me a Keyboard and Cannot Take it Away Now

I Invented Several Languages and Must Use Them Somewhere

These characters are REAL and have things to do

I Like to Suffer

I like to be gay and unhinged but in a productive way

I care about my OCs and so must you now

I have issues I need to project on SOMETHING

Love is not fake and here is why, an entire book

Words Pretty

[royaldreamweaver]

All right, quick update for everyone here.

So the situation I described in this post..is worse than we originally thought.

After weeks of continuous pain that was uncontrollable, and what is now noticeable weakness in my left arm...I was referred to a neurosurgeon and was given an emergency MRI.

Turns out I have 2 badly herniated disks in my neck that have impinged 2 of my spinal nerves, and hence the weakness and excruciating nerve pain.

I’m undergoing spinal fusion surgery somewhere around the 14-16th of March to fuse the two levels of my spine that are too badly herniated to save.  

I will be here and writing, as I can’t really do much other than sit in my chair or lay down for long periods of time.  So until I have the decompression surgery...I will be subsisting on weed gummies and gabapentin, as nothing else puts a dent in the pain.  But I’m still here and will enjoy company if offered.

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@soulst1c3  And so it begins...the verse of the tag.  ^_^

Shutara sits at her post, world weary.  She’s never found the one who’s been meant to be tied to her, but she comes anyway, every year, at the solstice, to stay until the first of the year.  The pilgrims come with those with hopeless causes.  In her light, they liven for families who wish to send them off with a final set of good memories, one last stretch of stasis as a living thing before they leave.  

She’s felt the tie many times in her life, like one who blinked in and out of existence.  It almost felt like he or she was a figment of her imagination.  As much as she’d have loved to grant the wishes of so many, Shutara wants her wishes granted as well.

It’s chilly that night, and its not lost on her how she bears the crown of the sun.  

A family comes in, tired and haggard, young boy in arms, weak, tired.  She greets them at the door to the shrine.  She’s seen many today, all ages, genders, races, but this one strikes her as peculiar.  Reaching out, she takes him into her own arms, and suddenly she understands.  It’s like a thunderclap.  Painted eyes open wide as soft green ones do as well, but in comfort, rather than shock.

He’s breathtaking.  So much wisdom in the young and earnest face. She looks at the family that brought him here, knowing what they likely assumed they’d be told.  

“What is your name, young one?” she asks as she sets him down.  

He’s strong, steady on his feet, much stronger than she can make most people.  He is equally as vital as her.  He clings to life, preserving, supporting.  

She understands everything now.

“How long have you waited. No…how many lives?”  Shutara knows he’s of the age that he’s still lucid of these things.  It will be lost soon though.  Everyone grows.  “Can you remember?” she asks.

She looks over the family who brought him, but she needs his words first.  After all with a contract like this one—there is much to know.

[royaldreamweaver]

Shit man.

Cervical radiculopathy is NO JOKE.  

I’ve been to the urgent care 2x and the ER once in 5 days for intractable pain.

But now that I’ve got a better handle on things my brain isn’t so unfocused.  I’ve missed doing literally anything. 

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