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#Ushirogami
briefbestiary · 11 months
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A yokai that follows the easily scared and finds it funny to make them even more fearful.
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mydisenchantedeulogy · 6 months
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Mirror Image [Chapter One] Hands of Time [Sesshomaru]
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A/n: Updates on this story will probably be extremely slow. I apologize for that. And tags will be added as the story progresses.
Aspects of this story came from 'The Secret of the Cursed Mask'. It was one of my favorite InuYasha games. Please enjoy.
Warning(s): Japanese mythology and folklore, reincarnation, deities, demons, curses, self-worth, supernatural elements, isekai.
No Minors Allowed!!
Spring in Kyoto was nigh, yet the early February air was dry and chilly. Aono disliked this type of weather. Or rather her skin did. It was the reason she carried lip balm and moisturizer in her tote bag, along with her textbooks. Despite the temperature, and her desire to hide in her room until March, she had much to do. 
As a private tutor, her schedule was booked. Midterms were in 3 months and some of her students were eager to start reviewing the material. Aono honestly did not mind. She had 2 months until she enrolled in the university and the extra Yen she was earning would help her considerably. 
So far, her temporary job was going rather well. She had two clients scheduled for today, and both completed their lessons early. Aono was currently on her way home. She wanted to rest before dark when Setsubun began, a bean-throwing festival meant to drive away evil spirits. This event meant a lot to her grandparents and so she did her best to assist them. 
Aono tightened her green wool coat around herself as a bitter wind tossed her long hair, opting to make a stop for a cup of green tea. Entering Amano Coffee, she recognized her friend behind the cashier's desk and waved to her. Yua waved back heartily and smiled.
"To what do I owe the pleasure?" She asked. 
Aono smiled back and approached the counter. 
"I came for a cup of warm green tea."
Yua faked a pout. 
"I thought this was merely a social visit. I see how it is."
"You can work and talk at the same time," Aono retorted.
She was right. Yua snorted and prepared the tea maker.
"Are you excited for the festival?"
Aono sighed. She was in a sense, but she was far too busy to attend.
"I can't go, unfortunately," she answered. "Jiichan (grandpa) was asked to bless Kyōzō Shrine and he wants me to assist him."
"He's really pushing the shrine maiden thing, isn't he?" Yua asked, giving her a sympathetic look before she returned to the task at hand. 
He was.
"Okaachan (mom) was a Miko before she married my father. He wants me to follow in her footsteps," Aono remarked.
Eimi became a shrine maiden when she was nineteen, but Aono did not want to work at a shrine. She wanted to make something of herself, but honestly, she had no idea what she wanted to do.
I still have time to decide before the spring semester starts.
"It's your move. If you want to be a Miko, that's fine, but if you don't, you should speak up," Yua stated. 
She snapped a lid on top of the paperboard cup and sat it on the counter. 
"Besides, even if you become a Miko, I'll still be your best friend. But don't ask me to come visit you at one of those old creepy shrines."
Aono snorted. 
"Of course."
Yua really was a great friend. 
Reaching into her short black hair, she unfastened a heart-shaped pin from her bangs and offered it to Aono; the latter raised a curious brow.
"Your hair's a mess. You look like a Ushirogami," Yua teased. 
Aono took the pin from her and stuck out her tongue. The wind outside was bitter and feral. It wasn't her fault her hair was in her face. But she was no less thankful to Yua.
Around dusk, as Setsubun began, Aono dressed in a sweater, jeans, and her wool coat. She clipped her hair back on one side with the pin Yua gave her, then grabbed her tote bag and walked downstairs. Her grandparents waited for her in the kitchen.
Kurisu Kamiyama eyed her through her oval-shaped glasses for a moment, then returned to adjusting the white linen jōe her husband wore.
"Are you ready to visit the shrine?” She asked Aono. 
"I suppose,” the latter retorted. 
Kurisu narrowed her eyes and glanced at her husband, who sighed.
"I know this is not something you like, Aono, but Eimi and Isao wanted this for you,” Seiji stated. "We are just following your parents' wishes.”
If only I were old enough to remember them. 
Both died in a car crash when Aono was a baby. She had nothing but pictures to remember them by; parents she did not even know. 
Even so, she doubted that they would force their wishes upon her. This was what her grandparents wanted for her.
"I understand,” Aono uttered. "It's just…taking some time for me to come to terms with.” 
It meant working at a shrine and undergoing a comprehensive training program that she was not sure she was ready for. Aono could not express her worries to her grandparents; they were unreasonable.
Seiji guffawed.
"Eimi was scared too at first, but I took her to Kyōzō Shrine when she was your age, and after talking to the Kannushi, she wanted to be a Miko. All things worked out fine.” 
Aono wasn't so sure. 
When her grandfather was dressed, he put on his peaked cap and gathered his haraegushi, a ceremonial wand with paper streamers, and then led her from the house outside. The strong sweet odor of roasted sardines and holly sprigs flooded the air as Aono passed the gate, a sign that her grandmother had decorated it with them to scare away Oni.
She walked silently with her grandfather up the hillside beside their home to the top where an old curve-roofed shrine sat. Two vermilion Torii gates stood before them, beckoning for them to enter, and on either side stood three smaller buildings. Two were houses for the shrine maidens and the Kannushi, and the other was a store room. 
In the eighteen years that she lived with her grandparents, she had only been to the shrine twice. She knew the Kannushi, Mr. Kenshiro because her grandfather and he were close friends, but she never knew much about the shrine.
"Jiichan. What sort of shrine is this?” Aono asked.
"It was built during the Nanbokucho era, dedicated to a deity who was said to protect her followers from evil spirits and demons. However, it was revealed that the source of the demons came from her. The shrine was later abandoned during the early Sengoku era and the deity was long forgotten,” Seiji explained. 
Aono widened her eyes. 
"She was a demon?”
"Some believe that, but the people who worshiped her believed that she was born from a God, which made her a deity. So long as the village prayed to her, she did not harm them,” Seiji answered. "It is the reason our family continues to bless this shrine. Some fear that if the blessings stop the Goddess of Protection will return and bring with her misfortune.”
How frightening. 
Aono understood how important this was to her grandparents. The hillside in which they lived has been in their family for generations. Perhaps even her ancestors were worshippers of the deity.
At the purification fountain near the shrine’s entrance, Seiji took one of the ladles provided and rinsed his hands.
 
"I want you to remain outside as I go into the inner shrine. Once I am done, I will take you to see Kenshiro,” Seiji ordered. 
Aono nodded in understanding. 
Her grandfather then rinsed his mouth and spit the water beside the fountain. Once he was done, he led Aono up the stairs to the entrance. 
"Behave,” he ordered, before he walked into the shrine. 
She nearly snorted. What sort of trouble could she even get into? Aono took an uneasy breath and turned her back to the entrance. Her breath came out in puffs as she breathed, ignoring the chilly bite of the night air. It was odd, but the shrine almost felt abandoned. 
Where were Mr. Kenshiro and the shrine maidens? 
Aono shivered in fear. The story her grandfather told her was messing with her head a bit. 
Walking away from the shrine, she noticed a weathered statue of a woman at the base of the stairs. Her face was gone, faded by the elements, but she was dressed like a deity.
Aono bent down to examine it a bit more, but a noise caught her attention. She looked up to see a dark-haired woman dressed in a green kimono standing near the storehouse. She held a paper lantern in her hand that emanated a soft glow. Fear took hold of Aono, but she quickly overcame it, telling herself that the woman was most likely one of the shrine maidens.
"You scared me,” she mentioned. 
"I am sorry,” the woman stated. "I was just retrieving something from the storeroom. Would you mind helping me?”
Aono was hesitant. She felt a bit suspicious of the woman, but she pushed aside her worries and nodded. What harm could come from it?
 
"You know, I was beginning to think no one was here.”
The woman laughed.
"We are always here.” 
"Sure,” Aono uttered. 
She was a bit weirded out by her.
The woman opened the storeroom door and walked inside. The only source of light came from her lantern, so Aono had to hurry to catch up with her before she was left alone in the dark. 
Selves of items sat against the walls as they wandered further into the room. At the back wall, on a table, the woman turned and pointed with a slim finger to something. It appeared to be a small box with an amulet attached to it. 
"That is it. Can you pick it up for me?”
Aono raised a curious brow.
"Am I allowed? I mean…it seems sacred. I don't think I should–”
"Pick it up,” the woman ordered. 
What was up with her? 
Aono narrowed her eyes and grabbed the box off the table but as soon as she did, a burning sensation engulfed her face, and she dropped it onto the floor. Crying out in pain, she placed her hands against her heated skin, but no sooner had it started, than it stopped.
What just happened? 
Aono peeked out from between her fingers and to her horror, the amulet tied around the box had come done. The woman grinned eerily and leaned down to pick it up, taking off the top. Inside was the distal phalanx of a finger bone. There was something seriously off about this situation. 
Taking a step back, the teen gasped as the dark-haired woman reached out and grabbed her by the arm. Even though she was wearing a long-sleeved sweater and a wool coat, she could feel an icy chill creep up her skin.
"Let me go,” Aono ordered sternly, attempting to pull her arm back.  
She did not think the woman would do it. 
With her arm free, Aono stumbled back. She caught her balance and sneered at the woman. But to her horror, the lantern she was holding began to shake. A cut formed in the middle, running horizontally, and when it parted, a long and grotesque tongue protruded from it. Then a single bloodshot eye opened above the mouth, turning to her. 
Aono gasped. She turned to run, but the tongue shot out and wrapped around her leg, knocking her off balance and to the floor. Turning onto her back, she leaned up on her elbows and watched the woman turn and dislocate the bones in her arms with a sickening crack, turning them around her back like a contortionist. 
She sank to the floor and crawled up Aono’s body, pushing her back onto the floor. The hair around her head began to rise, revealing an open mouth that contained sharp needle-like teeth on the back of her head. 
Aono attempted to push the woman off her, but the hair took hold of her arms and shoved them onto the floor on either side of her head. A thick lock coiled around her neck like a snake and tightened, making Aono gasp for air.
This thing was going to choke her to death.
Struggling, Aono watched through teary eyes as the woman removed the distal phalanx from the box and lifted it to her mouth.
"Swallow it,” the woman ordered. 
Was she insane? 
Aono tightened her jaw in protest. But the mouth on the back of the woman’s head opened up and screeched obscenely, making Aono cry out in tremendous pain. The two-mouthed woman took the chance to slither locks into her mouth and shove the finger bone down her throat. 
Choking on the foreign object, Aono felt the woman release her and back away. She wasted no time and sat, trying to remove the finger from her mouth, but it was far too late. An intense pain overtook her, and she collapsed to the floor, writhing. It felt like every nerve in her body was on fire.  
Something was not right.
"Jii…chan,” she managed to cry.
It was too much. Darkness took hold of her and she fell unconscious as the hands of time turned in reverse.  
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monkiebiznessart · 1 year
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20/31 Inktober 2021 prompts : Yokai
11. Gaki 12. Bakezori 13. Kitsune 14. Ushirogami 15. Gashadokuro 16. Rokurokubi 17. Wa Nyudo 18. Donotsura 19. Kyokotsu 20. Teke teke I also have a few of these to purshase as prints from my redbubbles if you would like to check it out: Kitsune: https://www.redbubble.com/i/photographic-print/Kitsune-Yokai-by-Monkiebizz/128151580.6Q0TX
Gashadokuro: https://www.redbubble.com/i/photographic-print/Gashadokuro-Yokai-by-Monkiebizz/98906091.6Q0TX
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pixiboo-art · 2 years
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Inktober 24: Ushirogami
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mememori-lament · 2 years
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Everglow | Illya’s Lament
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Japanese Title: 燐光 (rinko)
Vocal: DAOKO
Lyrics: DAOKO
Music: Shohei Amimori (網守将平)
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夕焼け さよなら 淋しい声が木霊して咲く 今昔 人は詠うように祈り捧ぐ奏で 雨降る街 ゆらりゆらり 濡れる心 わたしは今 きみと笑い合いたい 朝を待った 捲るカレンダー 明日には涙も止まる 何度も言った “自由になれば救われるの?” とこしえ さよなら 後ろ髪を引かれて進む 歩みは止めない 月明かり照らす場所へ 瞬きする度に変わる世界 くらり 時が長く経てば 水泡となって 雲の間に間に 青が晴れていく 光差す部屋 いつかみた景色 朝を待った 募る不安が溢れ出す夜に隠れた 胸に或る過去の琥珀 灯す 夢をみていたの “こわいことはなんにもないよ” 夢を縫い紡ぐ もう戻らなくちゃ 生きる場所へ いにしえ さよなら またはじめる 地面を蹴って きみと手繋いで 絆結びゆく旅の途中 続く 続く 花の吹雪舞う 月明かり照らす場所へ 月明かり照らす場所へ
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Yuuyake sayonara Samishii koe ga kodamashite saku Ima mukashi hito wa utau youni inori sasagu kanade Amefuru machi yurari yurari nureru kokoro Watashi wa ima kimi to warai aitai Asa wo matta mekuru karendaa Ashita ni wa namida mo tomaru Nando mo iutta "jiyuu ni nareba sukuwareru no?" Tokoshie sayonara Ushirogami wo hikarete susumu Ayumi wa tomenai Tsukiakari terasu basho e Mabataki suru tabi ni kawaru sekai kurari Toki ga nagaku tateba minawa to natte Kumo no manimani ao ga hareteiku Hikari sasu heya itsuka mita keshiki Asa wo matta tsunoru fuan ga afuredasu yoru ni kakureta Mune ni aru kako no kohaku tomosu Yume wo miteita no "kowai koto wa nannimo nai yo" Yume wo nui tsumugu mou modoranakucha ikiru basho e Inishie sayonara Mata hajimeru jimen wo kette Kimi to te tsunaide Kizuna musubiyuku tabi no tochuu tsuzuku tsuzuku Hana no fubuki mau Tsukiakari terasu basho e Tsukiakari terasu basho e
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yokaifanatic · 3 years
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Ushirogami - 後神
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The Ushirogami is a type of okubyōgami; a spirit that causes cowardice, or targets cowardly people. It's a ghost with long black hair, one large eye, and no legs. Rather they have a long twisting body, which allows it to jump into the air. The Ushirogami hides along dark paths and waits for people to pass by. They will then sneak up behind that person and pull pranks. Their favorite pranks are to poke the person in the back, pull out the person's hair ties so that it falls out and tangle it, touch them with their cold hands, blow hot air on them or make wind gusts in order to blow the umbrella that the person is carrying away. However, when the person turns around to check, the Ushirogami will disappear from sight. The Ushirogami's favorite victims are young cowardly women.
Art by: KuroiGarnet
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jigokuyeah · 3 years
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The 8 Most Annoying Yokai From Japanese Folklore, You (likely) Haven't Heard of... by StoryDive
01:01 Yanari - House Creakers 
02:27 Tenjoname - The Ceiling Licker 
03:57 Himamushi nyūdō -  The Fire Bug Monk 
05:12 Ushirogami - The Spirit Behind You 
06:48 Kamikiri - The Hair Cutter 
08:33 Ashiarai Yashiki - The Giant Dirty Foot 
10:01 Kurote - The Toilet Hand 
11:30 Mikari Baba & Hitotsume-kozō -  The Basket Hag & One Eyed Boy who team up as informers
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skettelyboi3000 · 3 years
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I’ve already drawn, like, five of these and I wasn’t planning on posting them for the first couple, so have this poorly drawn Ushirogami Miyuji. In the original picture I was going to use of an Ushirogami, her face wasn’t shown, so I had to search for ones that showed faces, so this may not be fully accurate -_-.
You all can also request people for me to draw as yokai because just don’t have any ideas of my own sometimes, so feel free to do that.
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sunglasses-kitaro · 5 years
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nightmaresyrup · 5 years
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Ushirogami annoys the heck out of dodomeki! 
These bothersome yokai teleport behind people to startle them with a strong gust of wind. They're known to accompany the god of cowardice, as they're known to cause the chills and that hair raising feeling.
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nocandnc · 5 years
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Felt really inspired to draw these two after the latest episode.
Near the end it was easy to tell things were starting to grate on Nezumi Otoko, who was no doubt projecting onto the situation twofold by putting himself in the shoes of both a heartbroken Ushirogami and the scumbag Mitamura. He’s precisely aware of how hurt the woman must be after being conned by someone she loved, and even more aware that the conman in question will lose no sleep over it.
That being said, I think even he’d draw the line at marriage fraud. When it comes to true love he seems like quite the innocent romantic ^^;;
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shieldwife · 5 years
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woodratinks · 6 years
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#Inktober 17: a #swollen #Ushirogami has been feeding on this lady's fear since she set out from the village 👻🍥😱 - #31yokais #31yokai #drawnktober #drawloween #yokai #ghost #vampire #cyclops #eye #floatingEye #👁️ #spoopy #spooky #goblin #folklore #japaneseFolklore #yurei #fear #horrorArt #ink #brushpen #illustration #sketchbook #sketchdaily #postcard https://www.instagram.com/p/BpC39JDHkRB/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1o15egiyezo2u
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shirobutterfly · 6 years
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Aggressive gambling is best gambling
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pionponpon · 6 years
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Inktober Day 28:
Ushirogami
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onyomugan3 · 3 years
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生稲晃子
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