#paritegi

[kabishkat19]

Death Gala Guest List

New quests all the way from the Korean mythology…

Paritegi Guide of dead souls

Yeomra Judge of the dead

The fits are to die for💜💀

[diioonysus]

korean mythology | yeosins

[daddysdem0n]

Korean Mythology

Yuhwa (유화부인) was the goddess of willow trees.

Yeongdeung (영등) is the goddess of wind

Sanshin (산신) a guardian spirit residing in mountains, whose cult has been closely associated with mountain tigers.

Samshin-Halmang (삼신 할머니) is the goddess of life and childbirth.

Seonangshin (서낭신) is the goddess of villages, boundaries, and war.

Sang-je (상제) is Heavenly Emperor, and therefore king of the gods.

Paritegi is the goddess who serves as guide to the underworld, leading the souls of the dead to their resting place.

Minshin (문신) is the god of the door.

Kumiho (구미호) is nine-tailed fox. It can freely transform into a beautiful woman often set out to seduce boys, and eat their liver or heart.

Haemosu (해모수신화) is the god of the sun.

Jowangshin (조왕신) is the goddess of fire and the hearth. She protects the warm center of every household, and sometimes, she's viewed as a friendly goddess who visits with women in the kitchen and even offers advice and gossips with the women.

Jameunjang-agi (가믄장 아기) is the goddess of luck and fate.

Jacheongbi (자청비) is the goddess of earth and agricultural.

Eopsin (업신) is the goddess of wealth. She is one of the Gasin, or deities that protect the house.

Dalnim (달님) is the goddess of the moon. In one version of her myth, she climbed so high into the heavens, she reached the moon, becoming the goddess.

Daebyeol (대별) is the king of the Underworld.

Bugeun (부근신) is the god of sexual relationship

[ssunwukong-blog]

Was someone playing a harp? Or was this really just the background to the nothingness that was happening. Sure he got into trouble now and again, or all the time. But it was simply because there was never anything fun to do. The botanical garden stretched indefinitely, or so it appeared each time he tried to find his way out of it, trees and fruit hung everywhere, and he wasn't supposed to either PLUCK or EAT them. What a waste. Who were they here for? It just seemed like such a shame not to take a few, it wasn't like anyone would miss them, and yet, every time he did just that, someone ALWAYS noticed. 

The sky was purplish with a haze of blue mixing as if two rivers were merging together. It would have been far more beautiful that wasn't the only thing to do. Who could be content with just sitting around and looking up? Contemplating the meaning of it all. How pretentious. And completely and utterly tedious. The two peaches that he had procured were beside him. And just as he took his first BITE, he could hear someone approaching nearby. "I'm not sorry, I won't apologize." With his mouth already full, he took another bite in spite of whoever was there to lecture him. Again.

[theforgottenlibrary]

“Paritegi [Pali Kongju, The Rejected Princess, The Seventh Princess] is the Korean Goddess Who Guides Dead Souls to the Underworld. Paritegi is venerated by Korean shamans. She banishes ghosts, soothes restless spirits, and may be invoked to transmit and receive messages from those on the Other Side. She is petitioned to rescue souls stuck in hell dimensions. She leads souls back and forth over the thresholds of life and death.”

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[facelcssking-blog]

“Never thought something so beautiful could exist in nature…” ( hope this is okay )

random sentence starters || @paritegi || open.

for all the time he’d spent in hiding, tucked away in an unmoving, stagnant life, one would think sam maek jong would be wise to the world around him. the comforting scent of flowers, the strength of trees, the open and boundless air, the pearlescent glow of the stars... none of it, though, ever seemed to truly register. he could look and look and look and never truly see the life surrounding him, as all was blanketed by the suffocating and unending spiral of thoughts trapped inside his head. doubts and anxieties coated everything in a dull sheen, dried it all up, made it look so much less appealing. everything began to look the same after a while, like it had all bled together into one constant, muddled vision of this and that. still, he tried desperately to find refuge in the things everyone always seemed to speak so highly of, the things they wrote stories about, the things so gloriously depicted in the finest works of art. inspiration and awe had yet to seep beneath his skin at the sight of them, but he tried— he tried, when the nights were too quiet and his thoughts were too loud and sleep seemed to once again evade him. it is in this desperation that he finds himself here, his gaze trailing after hers towards the sky, not questioning her sudden presence but rather the words she speaks. the glitter of falsified life reflects in his eyes for barely a moment, maybe two, before his attention returns to her form only a few paces away.                 ❝ what do you see? ❞the king’s tongue burns with the urge to ask more, go deeper than just that, but he swallows each and every question down with a the hard set of his jaw and his unwavering gaze. the dark doesn’t allow for him to truly see the expression she wears or the look in her eyes, but the sweet lilt of her voice is enough— it’s enough.                ❝ when you look at them, i mean. what do you see? ❞