ikiryomi

[ikiryomi]

𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐌𝐄𝐓 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐀𝐋. eyes abstaining from your command, she swallows it whole and buries them all in this ensnared chest. a prison of self-inflicted loathing, her heart replaced by earthly remains  ——  a ghost more than a miko, unholy / impure : she was nothing but mockery to the selfish women you once adored. a wasted romance, she knew herself unworthy from the moment she departed this world in your arms.  (  torn open  ; cold , crimson ichor runs dry and o’ how you begged to tear apart the wretched gates of hell and deny her passage to the yellow river.  )  your hands and clothes were stained by her remains, and she can never forget the tears that imprinted itself on your beautiful visage. she had pained you then, ignoring your pleas when she requested amaterasu's fire over lunar canine’s devotion. she will pain you now, a vengeful spirit whose ribs are not even made out of ribs ——  and her imitation of a hand, as cold as ice. an utter fraud.

tragedy was always meant to befall any union made between yokai and ningen. and she knew that, she knew, that she would be destined to depart the world long before you. and she wanted to spare you then, or at least that is what she had always told herself true. but o how your words seem to cut through her. your wit now striking her ever so skillfully, that she wonders how you had evoked such powerful reaction to her chest. a heartbeat, nay that was impossible. but she can feel it as intimately as before, pulsing down her animated bones, it exist as obviously as the tears which begs to be release.   ❝  you are mad,  ❞  stubbornness barks back, and she pulls the marionette on her clay strings.   ❝  what future could there possibly be, if i am already dead ?  ❞  there is none, not when her future already belongs to another. ( i will be replaced  ).

finding the courage to take the next step, she moves a few paces forward. hand which formerly rest against her chest now derives towards the warmness of your cheek. a caress / and finally lover’s eyes meet again. she concedes.  ❝  i will be gone, sesshomaru. it may not be today, but it will be so. it must.  ❞  she reiterates ever so delicately,   ❝  and thusly, i beg of you. what can i do to ease your grief so that you may finally know peace  ?  ❞

𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐃𝐎𝐌 𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐃 𝐀 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃-𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐀𝐓 𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐈𝐂.    and ever so hardly paid he any mind to sentiments of piteous creatures.  regardless of habits, he relived a long bygone jab.  no kami, no yokai, neither earthquake nor tempest, not even the heavens collapsing compared in severity or magnitude to the sight of one distinct quietus, the apparent finality of it :  a cleaving through time while your last breath requested your pyre-end.  the frozen beat within the cage of your ribs sequenced an undeniable affirmation that death was a reality entwined into all things.  here he thought of the mourning moment for his own late father a singular, unrepeatable accident, nevermore he’d be this powerless and wretched.  wrong.

attachment, at its genesis, proved to be doomed, and to let go of crumbling earth and bones certainly would be wise.  standing as husk, you therefore desperately reminded him of that wisdom, your remark saturated with dismissiveness  —  yet, he desired this not, this cruel blessing to proceed, away from the bellflower field far into the barren desert.  it would leave him just as empty, bereft of the toxins and clots and knots which assembled for five decades and became parts of him.  “ kikyo — look at me. ”  upon perceiving the unevenness betwixt two adamant pillars, the distance hereby be denied and closed, and the dead one, approached.  although moon-cold the act in itself might appear, neither his eyes nor voice lacked any warmth.  he saw you, wholly as he knew you. 

“ i do understand, and i choose to ignore it.  perhaps this is my revenge to you, and i am well aware of my selfishness.  but when we both had a choice, and you picked the burial, this damned jewel was not the only thing you brought into the fire.  from afar i watched your body fall to cinders ;  now, i want you to haunt me. ”

[ikiryomi]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐃𝐒 𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐘 has always been a front / an act. a facade skillfully woven against the falsehood of her stilted skin. her sharp words made to penetrate and expose. severe the bond now, she pleads. destroy it as you would others, cut out the scarlet roots and denounce her right here. free yourself from this ghost of yesteryears, and live on as pridefully as you wish. she will not haunt you, no, never you. in fact, she offers you her blessings now in the midst of her shame. ( what was once was, can never be again ) she bore a stagnant and cursed existence. a pitiful doll made entirely of dirt with only a single ounce of her soul still beating in the sea of misery and decay. her entire existence serves as an insult to the original, and she could no longer level her gaze onto your own. why must you be so stubborn, was the first thought that succumbs to her wordless whisper. a tiny hint of life, this subtle tingle of irritation : hers, reflects solemnly onto the mahogany of her gaze. what nostalgia, what reminiscence, it almost made her want to shed tears. almost, if not for the hollowness of her inner void.  ❝  ——  insistent as you may be, my lord, i ask that you make an attempt to understand what ails me. ❞ for would it not be easier for you to forget me ? 

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐈𝐋 :  it adhered to your nails as they grubbed into the meat of his organ, meat as lifeless and forgotten as yours, dead cells scratching dead cells.  you both could not leave it be — stubbornly clinging, holding on to stillborn affections.  the dog once had masterfully escaped abandonment as per his routine to roam the earth ;  and in this world so fearful to offend the powerful heads governing the lands, he welcomed its avoidance…  seized his lonesome, tightly, till it choked.  such was challenged a blink of an eye ago, and in its event, impressed on him like a brand that simply did not cool.  there was little action he could take against the suspicion that you would bleed him dry again, until the last drop of red love stained your teeth, your tongue, your lips  —  and admittedly he wondered, too, by the choice of your words, if you would do so on purpose.  you changed little in that regard.  as a matter of fact, not at all.  still so eager to chew, shamelessly, on his aloft pride, even in death.  “ do you remind me of transience for a reason ?  i am not unaware of such obvious truth.  however—  whether i accept it, or not, is a different kind of story that i insist to emphasize. ”

[ikiryomi]

❝  —  time, i fear, has always been against us. and someday soon, it shall be you who will be left behind again. ❞  // @kaimettsu

[ikiryomi]

𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋. fragile buoyancy manifest in the form of avowal. a duty to heal the injured, compassion lingering onto the sincerity of callous fingers. melding onto the whiff of herbal essence, the ghost of amaterasu’s touch unknowingly reconciles with tsukuyomi’s ichor. warmth tranquilizing even the unhinged / the untamed, her patience but a heavenly virtue, made to withstand even the most dogmatic of pride. do not move, she wordlessly command with eyes akin to adamancy. your flesh torn, bruised, marred with red-stained cloth, yet still your hurbis knows no defeat. even against her wit, she understood the price of vulnerability and the shame to be seen.  ❝  — give me your arm. ❞  heavenly maiden makes her authority known. silence resonating the first step to your refusal, to which she cleverly commends.  ❝  sess-chan, ❞   she so daringly calls out to you. ❝  did you hear me ? ❞ // @kaimettsu

[ikiryomi]

[ 生霊黄泉 ] today i offer my palms to dead lands and muted streets before death seams my eyelids, sews me in the skin of all the earth and sleeps forever in my hands.

——  the fact that this death fails to destroy me altogether means that I want to live wildly, madly, and that therefore the fear of my own death is always there, not displaced by a single inch.

#   𝐈𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐌𝐈   -  independent, low-activity, headcanon-based  𝙺𝙸𝙺𝚈𝙾  from the anime / manga of the feudal fairytale titled 𝑖𝑛𝑢𝑦𝑎𝑠𝘩𝑎. re-established once again, with mix portrayal of both the anime and manga kept in mind, but overall considered to be canon-divergent. cherished forever by ailli ( she / 25+ ) and formerly known as : ofbellflowers.

[ikiryomi]

[ikiryomi]

𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐁𝐄𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐘𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑

[ 生霊黄泉 ] today i offer my palms to dead lands and muted streets before death seams my eyelids, sews me in the skin of all the earth and sleeps forever in my hands.

——  the fact that this death fails to destroy me altogether means that i want to live wildly, madly, and that therefore the fear of my own death is always there, not displaced by a single inch.

#   𝐈𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐌𝐈   -  independent, low-activity, headcanon-based  𝙺𝙸𝙺𝚈𝙾  from the anime / manga of the feudal fairytale titled 𝑖𝑛𝑢𝑦𝑎𝑠𝘩𝑎. re-established once again, with mix portrayal of both the anime and manga kept in mind, but overall considered to be canon-divergent. cherished forever by ailli ( she / 25+ ) and formerly known as : ofbellflowers.

GUIDELINES / QUICK RULE SNIPPET

1) this was a childhood series for me, and because of that it has been a very long time since i genuinely engaged with this content. because of this, there are a great many things i have forgotten and while i will attempt to rewatch / re-read certain scenes, my main focus will primarily be of kikyo and her role.

2) the love triangle, while it was a major component to the canon characterization of certain characters, it will not be for my kikyo. she will always carry complicated feelings for those two, but it will still carry a deep level of respect and distance. i, of course, will not force anyone to fit in my interpretation and i would appreciate to be given that same courtesy. the ship war is stupid, kikyo just wanna pick flowers with kids. 

3) there is a very big difference between kikyo who was alive 50 years ago and the kikyo was remade 50 years later. a large component was how living kikyo’s powers was greatly connected to her emotions, and how she pushed herself to be exceptionally different from other humans. undead kikyo is not confined to this limitation. her powers is no longer intertwined with her emotions, nor is she as restricted as before. this blog focuses on the newer outlook she receives, her fascination, her pettiness, the joy / pain of re-living again, and accepting the inevitability of her fate. kikyo will always be a powerful priestess regardless of timelines, and i will not limit the extent of her abilities and intuition in anyway. her death(s) were very circumstantial and will not represent the gauges of her overall capabilities.

4) over all, this blogs want to put an emphasis about “how healthy it is to move on” and for kikyo to truly experience that. i want her to establish long-lasting relationships and explore how it would influence her. friendships who can empathize with her, kin-ship and familial ties who can allow her to further her own personal growth. relationships are important, and frankly i want people to see that kikyo is more socially awkward than how she presents herself. 

5) I DO NOT PRACTICE EXLUSIVITY WITH ANYONE, especially given how small this fandom is. however i do practice having multiple main with blogs i have plotted with.  needless to say this blog is single-ship with : kaimettsu cause ahem he pretty.