#telipinu

[littlexhero]

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[bronzegods]

Telipinu, storm god of Hatti 🌩️

Telipinu was well known for his ferocious temper. Frequently mortals had to engage in a mugawar to draw him back after he’d departed in a rage. Frankly, Telipinu just wanted to take a sullen nap; wouldn’t anyone be angry if awoken with a bee sting?

Commissioned from Kiwibon

[chthonicdivinebard]

But this only, once again, points to the transitory character of most scholarly categories. More urgent, in the present context, is another phenomenon: the migration and wholesale acceptance not of a single story, but of an entire body of stories, a mythology. The archives of Hattusha not only contained the different versions and translations of Gilgamesh, they presented an extraordinary collection of mythical texts written in Hittite, Hurrian, and Akkadian and concerning divinities who were Hittite (such as Telipinu), Hurrian (such as Kumarbi), Mesopotamian (such as Anu or Enki/Ea), and Ugaritic (such as Baal or Anat). One reason for this variety seems to lie in the character of Hittite domination: the empire was multicultural, and the cults that the king attended to were not just his own ancestral cults, they comprised the worship of various divinities all over his kingdom. Myths were indispensable for the performance of cult- hence their presence in the royal archives. Not that this explains everything; the versions of the Gilgamesh story, for example, must have been collected for reasons not very different from those that make the story still worth reading and thinking about some millennia later: the story has no connection whatsoever with cult but talks about general themes- the quest for friendship and the urge to overcome mortality.

“Myth” by Fritz Graf in Ancient Religions edited by Sarah Iles Johnston (p 55-6)

[littlexhero]

Ocposting. For a limited time offer i will yap about him if you slide into my asks.

[littlexhero]

More oc art because i fell in love with my coloring brush as a sketching one.

The theme was sibling trauma i guess lol

[littlexhero]

hiiiii!!!

please tell me anything about telipinu :3 but if you want me to ask something specific hmmm... what are his interests? his upcoming? and what were your thoughts while designing him?

HI XIAO! Long time no see (around here) :) this is a very long post so

So first off, his name. I was designing a huge story with 30+ characters and i needed a quick way to find names, so i opened my mythology and archaeology books and went through the bibliography of names. Telipinu was a Hitite king i think. The worldbuilding has nothing to do with the hitites.

His interests are mechanics, martial arts, team sports and bodybuilding. Im now realizing how much of a stereotypical man he is. Um, he lives in eugenicsland and is drafted into the military as a child for being "genetically superior." Bcs he lives in eugenicsland. That's where he develops most of these interests. He's in the tech division and he builds cool robots.

His upcoming? Im gonna assume you mean his upbringing? He lived near a port that was open to foreign trade through the aristocracy of eugenicsland but his family was part of the merchant class living with the rest of the miserable peoples of the land, which are very "well off" because of their traitorship and ties to the aristocracy. That part of the city is also notorious for their drugs (which are normalized, think nicotine or caffeine and various other addictive substances across cultures, but a bit more potent and life threatening) and selling pubescent children especially girls to rich households for housework and sex work.

Whereas it's common in the city that all children have shorter hair, the merchant's neighborhood has their girls grow their hair out and the boys cutting them real short, mimicking foreign styles that they're in contact with. It's also common that girls put their hair in two braids. His hairties are left from his sister, she gave them to him right before their father sold her off. When they draft you into eugenics army they don't let you keep any personal items but the older kids accompanying newcomers help them hide important items such as these. He chews onto them while he gets his hair cut off and clothes changed into uniforms and manages to save them. Even though he's not allowed to grow his hair long enough to put in braids again he still puts on the two hairties into two stupid pigtails which becomes his signature style.

The pigtails were the first thing i ever designed about him, he's also kind of a comic relief character in the plot. Everything else slowly emerged from worldbuilding. He also likes to throw himself into dangerous situations accepting whatever comes his way. He's generally non-chalant. But he's a fake idgafer he keeps tweakinggggg. I think he has BPD too 🤓☝️. He's a spy in the revolution. Or coup if you consider the "army" plays a big role in overthrowing the aristocracy. He works with the resistance groups in the city to provide coordination between the army and the people's resistance. Which isnt really a people's resistance there's a whole secret society going on there but thats another story. I want him to end up beating his shitty father to death. Yeah. Thats his past present and future i guess.

[donaiocell]

Telipinu was Huzziya's brother-in-law and received just in time news that he was going to kill himself and his wife. He did not kill Huzziya, but exiled him and his five brothers from the capital. By doing so, he may have hoped to put an end to the chain of murder that has gripped the dynasty for four generations: 'They have done me wrong, but I will not do them any harm' (van den Hout 1997).

Telipinu, Huzziya'nın kayınbiraderiydi ve kendisini ve karısını öldüreceği haberini tam zamanında aldı. Huzziya'yı öldürmedi ama onu ve beş kardeşini başkentten sürgün etti. Bunu yaparak, dört nesildir hanedanı pençesine alan cinayet zincirine son vermeyi ummuş olabilir: 'Bana yanlış yaptılar ama ben onlara zarar vermeyeceğim' (van den Hout 1997).

[khaireis]

oh telipinu, he who is out of his own

mind with rage, he who is out in the

fields screaming his anger to the stars,

absent for the harvest, may my own

unrest filter through you, and your uproar,

and arrive next spring as stillness, peace.

oh telipinu, sleeping like death in your

own fields, unseen by all but the bees,

he who beneath the night sky moves not

at all, he who moves men to quiet pause,

giver of grain and thunder, may i be left

alone to breathe a while, and come back

refreshed, as you have done countless times.

-14.4.20 [to telipinu]