#paritegi

[thewildfl0wer]

Myungs ¿por qué te sientes ofendido? Realmente eres un zorro bastante promiscuo, es una sorpresa que no hayas tenido 300 bebes con cada una de las mujeres a las que les diste "amor"

—¡¿300 qué?! ¿Qué demonios les dijo la vieja bruja? Ash! Si, soy algo coqueto cuando estoy soltero pero no me acuesto con todas las mujeres que conocí porfavor— Suspiró pesadamente—A ver...si, tuve relaciones sexuales con Hong Joo, con un par...de gisaeng, con Dal Ah...a ver... Ah! con una activista independista, una sacerdotisa, una Yuki'onna japonesa...deben ser unas 15 o 20 mujeres con quien di "amor" en estos 600 años, no creo que sean muchas ¿No?—

[hlcyxnfilms]

There's a Korean Goddess, Paritegi (Rejected Princess, Seventh Princess), who guides dead "souls" to underworld, leads souls back and forth over the thresholds of life and death. Reminded me of both Buyeon and Naksu /Yeong (as it means soul).

For Jang Uk, on the other hand, I think of two mythological Gods: Haemosu, the God of Sun and Yeomna (Yeomra) ruler of underworld, who judges sins of others (which fits to his aura on second part's teaser).

There's also Korean myths about resurrection: Shamanic myth “Igongbonpuri” from Jeju Island narrates origin of Flower Supervisor of Seoheonkkotbat, who oversees divine flowers like life or birth flowers and death or destruction flowers.

twt.

[supernovaae]

Korean Mythological Figures to Use for Dislyte Ocs:

Mireuk, Seokga, Sang-Je/Hwanin, Hwanung, Dangun, Haenim, Dalnim, Jowangshin, Paritegi, Habaek, Yuhwa and Jumong, Yeomna, Jacheongbi, Mireuk, Samshin Halmoni, Samshin-halmang, Gameunjang-aegi, Eopsin, Ch’ilsong, Yeongdeung Halmang, Ch'ŏndogyo, Jeseok Triplets, Teojushin, Mago, Cheuksin, Munjeon, Teojusin, Nulgupjisin, Ulgupjisin, Yongsin, Mabuwang, Sosamsin, Kumiho(Gumiho), Gwisin, Yong/Ryong/Mireu, Haetae, Jeosung Saja, Bulgae, Samjoko, Daltokki, Ungnyeo, Sanshin, Ch'onshin, Okwhang,

Note: Keep in mind that this list may not be accurate and/or may be missing some mythological figures because I put down what I knew and did the bare minimum of google searching.

[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.”

Source

[heroesofgaleia]

The Deities And Their Real World Inspirations

Catríona- The Dagda

Glædwine- Danu

Gizem- Mergen

Perpetua- Nuberu

Amund- Freyja

Lebbaeus- Cupid

Aislin- Alaunus

Sæwine- Sionann

Sorcha- Brigid

Hertha- Danu

Brandubh- Nuada

Luíseach- Lugh

Brinley- Nótt

Sionn- Cernunnos

Athaulf- couldn't find a Germanic one, so Hestia

Zheng- Guanyin

Hwangbo- Paritegi

Konya- Inari Ōkami

Borak- Quzah

Renato- Libitina

Indira- Yami/Yamuna/Kalindi

Orabelle- Ucuetis

Maldwyn- Clíodhna

[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? ❞

[thewildfl0wer]

—Myung'ah...veo que te cuida bastante bien esa zorra... apestas a opio— Comentó, mirando con desgano, el "nuevo hogar" de su ex pareja, a quien llamaba amigo.

—No la llames así...—

—¿Cómo la llamaría de otra manera? Estas aquí, encerrado como un gusano. Hay una agrupación de criaturas, liderados por un par de mapaches, que desean darte una paliza, no has vuelto a trabajar con la señora Paritegi. Dime ¿Dónde está Dal Ah? ¿No ves que te esta haciendo daño?—

—¡Hong Joo, no me hagas perder la paciencia!...no te diré donde está, no tienes que entrometerte, nosotros ya rompimos hace mucho. Dal es la mujer que amo...yo no tengo a mi hermano a mi lado, ya no soy un guardián de la montaña...no tengo nada que perder—

—Perder la paciencia...realmente no te reconozco—Con rabia, tiró un frasco lleno de opio, al suelo, para que se callara.—Bien...Si es la mujer que amas ¿Qué esperas?...cásate con ella, tengan cachorros bien feos y se feliz con esa desgraciada. Te va a acuchillar por la espalda tarde o temprano... Fui una estúpida en venir aquí, Lee Myungyong...Que la señora Paritegi te perdone, porque yo no lo haré—

[hlcyxnfilms]

Bulgasal ― Bulgasal: Immortal Souls cast as Korean mythology Gods & Goddess

Dan Hwal as Yeomna

Yeomna (염라) or Yeomra, in Korean mythology, is a supreme ruler and fifth of the ten kings of the underworld (shi-wang), who judges the sins of the deceased and decide what to do with them.

Min Sang Un as Paritegi

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

Dan Sol / Min Siho as Samshin

Samshin-halmang (삼신 할머니) is the korean goddess of life and childbirth, often accepted as the mother of all humans.

Her ability to see others' past made me think of Samshin a bit.

Ok Eul Tae as Seokga

Seokga (석가) is rebellious trickster god in korean mythology. He is responsible for the creation of the world.

Nam Do Yoon as Haemosu

Haemosu (해모수신화) is the god of the sun.He wears a crow-feather headdress, carries a magic sword, and drives a chariot pulled by five dragons.

Kwon Ho-Yeol / Dan Keuk as Mireuk

He is the major creator god among the Korean gods. Through him, the world was created, but when angered, he also caused much of the world's suffering.

Hyesuk / Shaman as Seonangshin

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

[little-writings]

The Anchor (Jumin x MC)

Mafia! AU: You and Jumin discuss the events of the afternoon later in the night. 

Word Count: 1200

Korean mythology is actually super interesting, but it’s a little bit different from other mythologies! They don’t have a usual pantheon like most, I highly recommend you check it out! Anyhow, I hope you enjoy and have a lovely day!

The next prompt is gonna possibly be really rough so fluff-ish today

Mafia!AU prompts: 

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You hadn’t even seen the body. 

He didn’t let you.

He had never drawn his hands from your eyes until you were in the hallway, locking the door behind the two of you.

“I need you to go upstairs.” He murmured, unable to entirely look you in the eyes. “I would also appreciate it if you’d be able to spend the night. In the consideration of your safety, I think it would be best if you stayed here.”

 You folded your arms across your chest, your body tense and stiff. 

“Y-You killed him,” You said, barely above a whisper. 

He didn’t respond, shame casting over his face. 

You couldn’t describe the guilt that overflowed you in that moment. 

He never wanted you involved in this. 

You were the anchor that kept him tied to reality, the only thing that caused the soft glimmer or tender smiles. 

The idea of you being afraid of him, left him trembling. 

“I’m sorry…” He muttered, furrowing his brow as an odd shininess overtook his gaze. “Please, just go upstairs…” 

Your shoulders dropped.

You wanted to reach out and hold his face in your hands comfortingly. 

To tell him how much you utterly adored him, that it would be okay.

But all you could do was nod at his request, each step you took up the stairwell dragging like cinderblocks. 

You had taken yourself to the guest bedroom, the silence gnawing you to no end.

You just wanted a sound.

Your fiance’s gentle voice. 

Your laughter filled the air.

Elizabeth 3rd’s bright meows.

But there was nothing. 

Not even from you.

You opened your mouth to scream or yell, but no sound came.

There were only tears curling about your lip as they poured down your cheeks. 

You tore at your hair, and body, trying to refrain from shaking as you crumbled to the floor. 

Did that man matter? 

What would his family think to find him missing? 

Would they care?

Would they sob? 

Would his life even have a point? 

The questions ran in your head as constant as air, your own breaths hitching as you sputtered up cries. 

It wouldn’t change anything.

But your body still ached. 

Eventually, you did rise from the floor, tear stains engraved upon your expression as stumbled into the bathroom. 

You drew a bath, reaching out your fingertips as the water poured from the faucet. 

In those seconds you looked to the mirror, examining yourself carefully. 

It hadn’t been that long ago that you had met him.

But it felt like centuries ago. 

There was no doubt in your mind that you loved him with all your heart, that was as certain to you as the most common facts.

And there was no doubt that he cherished you all the same.

But your mind couldn’t help but wonder.

How far was this going to go?

You had stepped from the bathroom long ago as if it could wash away the sins that you knew lingered within the home. 

It hadn’t.

You had heard muffled voices throughout the evening, Yoosung, and 707′s most notably.

Yoosung had been stressed most of the time, questions booming through the halls.

707 was calm and collected, even cracking jokes.

That bothered you to no end.

But Jumin was silent. 

But his grief and worry easily reached you.

Just as yours always reached him.

Yet the day still stalked along, like nothing had even happened. 

Night had drenched in through the open main window of the room, the curtains sweeping upwards with the lightest breeze. 

You shifted into the bed, your feet barely beneath the layers of covers as you merely sat, staring out at the distant stars in the sky. 

It had been calm.

Then, the door opened. 

Jumin stepped inside, Elizabeth 3rd entwining her tail around his leg as he entered. 

You didn’t even think before you began to speak.

“I heard 707 and Yoosung, why were they here?” 

“They came to help with the…removal.” 

“Of the body…?” 

He nodded.

He hesitantly stepped to you, watching for any sort of fear from you.

There was none. 

“MC, I-I didn’t want you to be a part of this. That’s not the life I want to give you. I want to give you one full of happiness and the constant knowing that you are my absolute world,” He let out a deep breath. “A-And now I can’t, a-and it’s all because I couldn’t-” 

“You still do that.” You stated, locking eyes with him. “I agreed to this. If you just hid this all away from me I would never be able to truly love you then. Because I wouldn’t know all of you. I wouldn’t be able to know how I felt when I saw all the cracks beneath.” 

“And how do you truly feel…?”

You had never heard such fear in his voice before.

“Come here,” 

He approached you, eyes wider than saucers as you reached a hand and cupped his cheek, tipping your forehead against his own.

“I still love you, more than words can describe.” 

He had laughed in disbelief, melting into your touch.

“Then please promise me you’ll stay by my side, I need you.” 

You curled your fingertips through his hair, certainty flowing alongside your words.

“I promise. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. I’m not going anywhere.” 

He pulled you into an embrace, holding you tightly. 

“Paritegi…” He hummed. “That’s what you are.” 

“What?” You pulled back, tipping your head to the side curiously. 

“Paritegi was the guide of the underworld in the Korean pantheon of gods. They were said to be the only being to come in and out of the underworld alive. They’d lead the spirits peacefully to their final resting place. They were comforting and full of endless kindness and understanding.” He explained. “And we all have a sort of nickname. I think Paritegi suits you perfectly.” 

“…And what’s yours?” You asked as he curved around the bed to sit beside you.

“Yeomna,” He replied. “The Korean god of the underworld, They passed judgment onto the spirits.” 

You provided comfort.

He provided judgment. 

“Are you afraid of judgment?” 

“No, I’m only afraid of one thing.” 

“What’s that?” 

“Losing you.” He laid down, his head sinking into the pillow. “I don’t even want to imagine it.” 

You stared carefully, noticing the exhaustion that now obviously decorated his features.

You softened. laying beside him as you pressed a chaste kiss to his lips, resting your head in the crook of his neck.

“I’m right here, and I’m staying here, with you.” 

And for the first time that day, the world became truly content.