#Ikiryo

[tanuki-kimono]

Reproduction (apparently part of the Shochiku costume collection) of the kimono worn by ikiryo (living ghost) Lady Rokujo on famous ukiyoe [焔 honô (the flame of passion)] by female artist Uemura Shoen.

Spiderweb in the wisteria is such a mysterious pattern really fitting its subject!

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[tornrose24]

So I just found out about Ikiryo, which are a type of Japanese ghosts. Not just any ghosts, but ghosts of living people who left their bodies while still alive.

They happen to be capable of cursing and posession, but they aren't always evil. I read that they can leave their body to manifest around loved ones, friends, or acquaintances.

Furthermore, there was a time where this was considered an illness, or 'soul separation illness' and it says that upon seperating from the body, the soul/Ikiryo takes the shape and face of the person.

.... And that concept is almost completely identical to the concept of wraiths in The Ghost and Molly McGee! I had this feeling that TGAMM might have some popularity in Japan, but I didn't know that there was a type of Japanese ghost that almost acts exactly like a wraith! In all my research, not even actual mythical wraiths match TGAMM wraiths, but Ikiryo DOES!

[felsefebilim]

İkiryo Nedir?

Yaşarken ruh, bedenden kaçabilir mi? Japon efsanelerinde bu soruya cevap verilmiştir.

İkiryo'yu Japon inancında, yaşayan bir kişinin görülen hayaleti olarak tanımlayabiliriz yani bedensiz bir ruhu temsil eder. Genellikle nefret, birisini öldürme arzusu gibi hisler intikam almak istenilen kişilere musallat olmak amacıyla ikiryo'ya neden olur, bu nedenle ikiryo'ya intikamcı ruh da denir. Ayrıca ikiryo'nun, aşk duygusu nedeniyle de ortaya çıktığıda görülür. Sevdiğine kendini gösterme, onun yanında olma arzusunun da musallat olmaya sebep olabileceği söylenir. Sevgi-aşk odaklı bu durum intikam odaklı olana göre genellikle ölmeden önce yaşanan bir durum olduğuna inanılır.

Ikiryo, vücudu terk ettiğinde bazen kişinin bilincini de beraberinde alabilir denilir. Bu durumda sahipleri, bilinçsiz ve ne yaptığını farkında olmadan kalır.

[truestfeeiing]

I had an interesting ghost story idea that turned a bit weird. Still, it's a pretty earnest exploration of grief from the entirety of my heart. Please give it a try! I’ll update soon with the second (and hopefully final) chapter.

[shoegazekid]

#ikiyro #shoegaze

[thessidy]

You don't get it, do you? You're flesh. It's a beautiful thing. You think you're like me, some incorporeal whisp who can only observe and ponder and occasionally haunt, occasionally make my voice heard. But you, you can still do so much more. I beg you, take advantage while you can: hug. Taste. Feel the warmth of your beloved, of the thawing sun, feel the cold when you reluctantly leave your blankets. You are not a mere observer; you can act and interact and make others react, you can do good or ill. What a privilege to be embodied!

[thecouchhhhhh]

Here’s some of my favorite ocs that I wish more than anything to draw consistently.

Blank ones below b/c Tumblr mobile will not let me post more than 2 pictures under keep reading

[vexwerewolf]

One of the things that I love, love, LOVE about the Lancer creative community is that we are not in competition with each other.

I talk regularly with other people who make Lancer content and we share ideas, check each other's work, swap stories, ask each other's opinions on things, and we don't have to worry about competing with each other, hiding things from one another that might give us a leg up.

People who buy In Golden Flame are probably also gonna buy Lancer Expanded Combat and Liminal Space, so I don't need to feel like Ralf or Ikiryo, PsiBomb and Vox are taking away potential customers that I could have or vice versa.

[fluorescencefuture]

Dislyte OC - Tsubaki (Ikiryo)

She's a sickly young woman who can project her spirit to go out in the world and live her life. She's part of the Scavengers and works in espionage and recon.

[akatsukirites]

Songs for Ikiryo Preview

'Keep running. Almost there.' He runs so hard he tastes blood. Bodies all around him. Mud splashing on his shoes. Mud made of...

"Itachi-san," Kisame's voice shakes the past's hold on him. He realizes he's been standing in the same spot on the open road for a while. "Something on your mind?" Kisame always sounds gruff, but rarely displeased.

Itachi adjusts the sugegasa, tipping it backward so he can look across the field from the hill-road. Summer wildflowers are in bloom, blips of orange and purple in an ocean of tall grass. In the distance, a string of silver as the sunlight reflects off the river. It's not far.

"The battle of Abukuma," he replies in earnest.

Kisame raises a brow, "Oh? I'm surprised you know of it. It wasn't decisive."

Itachi lets his partner's trivia linger. Though he speaks truth, it creates a new reality to hide in. He could let this be nothing more than a passing memory of some history lesson.

"Although now that I recall," Kisame starts again, "Fire sent Uchiha troops, didn't they?"

So much for hiding.

"Yes," Itachi replies, "50 against 200 Iwa shinobi."

Kisame clicks his tongue, "Not enough against your kind."

The Uchiha were too prideful to see anything beyond a crushing, satisfactory victory.

"They were no match for us."

It was exactly what Fugaku wanted Itachi to see. It wasn't until Earth crossed the northern border of Fire that anyone realized it was a simple diversion.

Kisame turns to him, curiosity practically dripping from him. " 'Us'? You sound as if you were there."

Itachi merely flicks his eyes up at him. "Is that so hard to believe?"

"But you would've been just a child. Barely old enough to leave home."

Itachi sighs through closed lips. "Kirigakure isn't the only cruel place in the world."

"Aye," Kisame acknowledges, lips pressed in a frown. They both set their eyes on the field. Though it is beautiful, not even tallgrass and wildflowers can hide the deep craters bore unnaturally into the earth. The tree line is so obviously shaped by wielded fire. If they ventured into it, they'd occasionally find hitai-ate poking out from the soil. A little further and they'd find bald spots, patches of dirt. For too much blood sank deep into the land and nothing would ever grow again.

"A child should never know war like us, Itachi-san" he says softly. Definitively. Apologetically. With sadness behind his gruff voice. Itachi steps closer to him, trying to find comfort.

[truestfeeiing]

finally finished chapter 2 of ikiryo!!!! between the first and second chapters my initial concept for the story absolutely blew up so i spent some time just mapping out everything. it's going to be a bit of a ride but i am growing very fond of this story. please check it out!

[gabranath-the-ravager]

The Court of Two

I recently finished painting up the Court of Two allegiance for Wyrd’s game The Other Side.  And since this platform needs more Malifaux on it, I figured that I would post my minis.

Kirai Ankoku, Envoy of the Court

Ikiryo

Enslaved Spirits (there are 9 in total, these are just the unique sculpts)

Gwisin

Binh Nguyen

The whole allegiance, so you can get a sense of scale

[pineyw00dsshesquatch]

Incredible

Reproduction (apparently part of the Shochiku costume collection) of the kimono worn by ikiryo (living ghost) Lady Rokujo on famous ukiyoe [焔 honô (the flame of passion)] by female artist Uemura Shoen.

Spiderweb in the wisteria is such a mysterious pattern really fitting its subject!

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[thecouchhhhhh]

Spending time with you

[vixletserenity]

It seemed that the chaos of everyone's past was getting to them tonight. This must be what the shrine maidens meant when they wanted people to focus more on the self this year.

That was when she saw her again. The little girl in a light blue summer dress wearing a Minccino mask and her beloved plush Pecha held tightly in her arms; her own kind of these spirits.

Celeste could tell that she had been crying for some time. Being in such a scary and unknown place; desperately looking for anything familiar. But also the fear she knew would be addressed.

"We need to go home...! Or Daddy's gonna get mad!"

She could hear the child say as she ran up towards Celeste. Her tears were endless and the trembling was so harsh even against the yukata she wore. Celeste could feel the soft fabric of the toy against her leg.

"I don't want Daddy getting mad! If we're a good girl maybe he'll still love us...!" The spirit cried out as Celeste gently pulled her away. She was feeling this pain in her heart again; knowing the truth yet being aware of the ramifications of admitting it out loud.

"Dad...he never loved us." Celeste softly spoke, making the girl look up at her confused. How could be pretty girl she became ever say such a thing?! "Th-That's not true...! Daddy loves us!" The girl pleaded as Celeste tightened her grip on the spirit's hands.

"DAD DOESN'T LOVE US! HE NEVER DID! HE ONLY SHOWED AFFECTION JUST FOR APPEARENCES TO LOOK LIKE HE DID!" Celeste screamed at the top of her lungs. People around her could probably hear that.

The harsh truth that she knew, but never said out loud.

"Y-Y-Yes he does...!" The girl looked shocked and confused as she heard that. Instinctively holding the toy tighter for protection. "Then why would he hurt us? Purposely give Charlotte more attention? Get angry that we ever snuck out?" Celeste replied, feeling her own eyes water up.

"Because he never loved us. He would've preferred if we died...to that Krookodile; he grieved more for Audie dying than being relieved that we were still alive like Mom and Charlotte were.

All because of how our mind works. That it's so different from his and everyone else's. And instead of doing the right thing...Dad wanted to pretend in his mind that we did die; that he wanted the entire world to believe that we died that day too."

The girl wailed at what she had just heard. Even she knew that was true, but had continued to deny it. "But Daddy still has to love us...he has to!" She continued to plea that it was true while it was muffled by Pecha covering her face. "I'm sorry...but that's the truth. Daddy would never love us...no matter how hard we try to hope that maybe one day he would."

"But...it's okay now. Because we have people who genuinely love us now. We have friends. We can watch the stars whenever when want. Learn everything that homeschooling never taught us; even if some people find shock that we don't know certain things.

The world is our oyster, and we can fully dive in without being scared of it and if Dad would hurt us again for it."

"Then why...why do all those people try to protect us...in that way like Daddy getting mad for sneaking out?" Her ikiryo questioned; seeming to finally accept the reality of her situation. "They don't want us knowing anything either...!"

"Because they still think that we're like you...still thinking we're a little kid whose innocence still needs to be kept sacred." Celeste answered with a cold tone in her voice, "This world only sees kids and adults, and if they don't see you in anyway like a grown up; they treat you like a kid. All because we were born later than they were.

Even with everything we've done...all the changes that are for better or worse, even if we try to be more stoic to be taken more seriously...all they'll ever see is a kid until that same kid has to do something that the adults refuse to do or relies on us for."

"But then...they're not any better than Daddy...!" The girl replied. A quiet sigh came to Celeste. "They still genuinely care about us, they want to make sure we don't get hurt. I have to work on making them realize how much this need to protect us hurts us just as much as any physical injury."

Celeste bent down to hug this version of herself that not that long ago she was. "In the end, we're happier without Daddy in our lives. We're happier being out here and living the life that we've always wanted."

"I'm sorry...that it took us this long to say it out loud." Celeste apologized, "It hurts, I know. But we have to acknowledge it, or we can't go any further; continuing to live the life for both ourself and out of spite that we're proving Daddy wrong."

Her ikiryo stepped back as she looked up to the sky; the toy no longer being in her arms and dangling by one hand. "I know there isn't really much from before moving that we can keep, but let's hold what we can tightly and keep living for us. Because we deserve to be happy, and we have people who truly do love us for us."

The girl gave one last hug before she started to fade away. "I'm happy..." She started to speak before fiddling with her dress again like earlier, "That we're strong and pretty like Elesa! And...And that we're braver too!"

The glow in her eyes got a bit brighter when she finally noticed the ribbon in Celeste's hair, she truly had become the type of person she wanted to be.

She waved and made Pecha wave too with one hand as the spirit became more and more transparent; almost close to nothing, "Bye bye! I love us too!"

Celeste couldn't help but smile, though it also felt a little sad too. "Don't worry, we'll be okay. The hardest part of it all has finally passed."

[forjustice]

@vixletserenity (x)

The spirit isn't talking. It must be far more scared than Zinnia originally thought. A highly trained spiritual figure, she can sense her emotions--the fear of all the people, the need to find someone in spite of it. There's not much time before the Festival closes. She needs to help her soon, before the person who the Ikiryo seeks vanishes into gods know where.

"You look quite lost," she says, bending down to the girl's level. "Who are you looking for? I may be able to help guide you to them."