I took inspiration from several things:
the dark colors of Halloween, those plastic glow-in-the-dark skeletons, and a nod to the Day of the Dead roses, colored a symbolic color corresponding with what I'd place at my own, or my family's altar.

I don't particularly celebrate All Souls' Day but I absolutely love everything about it. Somehow, it makes me feel better about things: all the colors and happiness that surrounds something other cultures tend to focus on as somber or spooky. To have food and laughter in memory of your loved ones, with altars tailor-made to their likes and character -- it's a wondrous thing.

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I'm using my phone so the image thing isn't working so here's this...

Inspired by night creatures, so I named it;

Night Wanderer

This is my Fading Sunlight Ryori. She represents the fading of the light at the end of the day. After the sunset, when the sky is darkening, she dances across the horizon, the last rays of the sun glinting off of her in desperate attempts to light up the sky before falling into darkness. She is a lucky little spirit, helping travelers that lose their way in dark forests. Those that see her are blessed with good fortune and fair weather. She dances through forests and over hills all through the night but she vanishes at the first light of dawn.

Last Leaves Ryori

I took inspiration from the beautiful falling leaves being carried by the wind.

I got the Idea for this one during the contest to design the Summer fest themed pets. I call it "Antarctic Summer", because cold places have summer too.

I took my inspiration from the gothic lolita aesthetic, with kind of a "house haunted by the spirit of a girl who loved flowers and lace" vibe to it. :)

Natures first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leafs a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.

The turning of time, of the seasons - rich, earthy and the slightest hints of that which is still gold. Fallen leaves buffeted by the cold, incoming winds of winter.