#bull-totem

[meirimerens]

you know i must have been bone-tired when this part of the herb brides lore didn't come to my mind when i discussed how the Kin fundamentally differs from the cultures it is inspired by um There Is The Human Sacrifice part. like it's an important part of pathologic 2 that you are doing human, or anthropomorphic (if you want to see the Herb Brides as closer to spirits, which comes with its own set of problematics regarding how to approach their oppression) sacrifice. it's an important part of pathologic 2 that you kill a woman, as part of the journey and in direct resonance with you ritualistically killing cattle earlier, and she offers herself to you with cultural and religious significance.

human sacrifices have been done across the globe for millennia, but i cannot, for the life of me, find any source at all that mentions the Buryats (since that was the discussion point) partaking in human sacrifices by the turn of the 19th-early 20th century (or even anything past the 16th). every single source mentioning offerings and sacrifices i've read mentions animals, things such as milk and vodka, and often both at once. would love to read anything about these rituals if papers exist, but i'm personally drawing a blank.

the Kin has Obvious and very Visible influences but it also differs from specific (in this discussion's case, the Buryats) or wider (here, turkic/mongolic as a whole) cultures from the area by so many pieces, big and small, that i wouldn't have enough appendages on my whole body to count them all. and sister. i have plenty of appendages.

[frosteee-variation]

i will never feel more joy than i did just now when i accidentally stumbled upon a broken sigil combination in kaycee's mod, nearly blew up my computer because of infinite rabbits, and immediately got the log where kaycee goes "yeah looping ouroboros is broken. i'm getting rid of the one (1) sigil that lets you do that." as soon as i decimated leshy with an army of unkillable corpse-eating rabbits

[theyellowotter]

The people in my office were really not ready to have me as a receptionist.

Oh, you've got a package? Lemme just drop by and put it on your desk. Yes I checked your teams dot was green.

Your door is open, I'm counting it, here comes Johnny

[nicolagriffith]

Totems and banners: Hild's Elmet

What banners and totems might Hild's people have carried in the early seventh-century of MENEWOOD? I don't know. But here are some guesses, with pictures!

What kind of colours, banners, totems, or standards did warriors of Hild’s time carry? In day-to-day life? When geared up for battle? I don’t know. I don’t even know for certain how fighting groups in Britain were organised 1400 years ago. Having said that, most of us—writers, readers, researchers—are so used to seeing film, tv, vases, sculptures, and other cultural representations of…

[fangirl-dot-com]

Chapter 27 - Block Out the Haters

Hello beautiful people! How I've missed writing and uploading! I'm so sorry for the delay but this chapter and Across Every Universe part 2 had been in creation for a while. But expect a few updates this weekend!

I love you all and thank you for being so appreciating and patient!

Your body felt as though it was on autopilot as you walked through the paddock on Sunday morning. The weekend was kind to you. You completely dominated all the free practices and you’d be starting the race today on pole. 

However, it wasn’t the weekend that was unkind. 

It was them.

And it was all because of him. 

Checo had decided to show up to the paddock at his former home race on Thursday. And like all “good” journalists do, they ask questions that bate people to speak words that can be turned into something they’re not. 

Yet, the Mexican had spoken out with his chest puffed out and words full of confidence. 

“I see my replacement has done well in the car. Too bad that she’ll be replaced soon enough. Like she did to me, someone will take her seat and brag about how great they are, leaving the old driver in the dust. It’s only a matter of time.” 

Ah yes, only a matter of time until Red Bull drops you. The team that you had complete confidence in was not a ticking time bomb in your mind. 

What if you didn’t convert pole into a win? 

What if you accidentally took Max and yourself out of the race like Charles did to Checo in 2023? 

What if the team can finally see how replaceable you were? 

It had happened before…at Prema. 

Number 1 driver to ending a contract early. 

But this time, you were even further down the totem pole than you were at Prema. 

You were a rookie and the second driver. 

Replaceable and forgettable.

Your headphones were on and blasting music to cover up the nasty words thrown at you from the so-called fans. You had thankfully walked in with Max and Charles, who took the liberty to walk on either side of you. You were slouching as you walked, trying to make yourself smaller between the two men. 

At least you understood that Charles and Max knew how you were feeling. Charles, who had been booed at this very race last year. And Max, who seemed to carry boos wherever he walked. 

Your eyes widened at the sight of the large crown surrounding the opening to the garage. Checo was in the middle, smiling widely with sunglasses on his face. You froze, not walking any further. The navy and red clad drivers walked a bit before realizing that you weren’t between them anymore. 

Max’s eyes flitted toward the garage and then toward a signature blue. He put his hand on your shoulder and lightly pulled one of the headphone cushions away from your ear. 

His head jerked in the direction of the blue garage. “Why don’t you go hide in Williams for now. I’ll text you when it’s clear. Christian won’t let them get to you.” 

You silently nodded as Max put the headphones back in place before heading in the direction of the safe garage. 

Charles crossed his arms as he watched you walk away. 

“Merde, I wish Arthur was here this weekend.” 

The Monegasque sighed in relief once he saw Logan sling an arm around your shoulders and lead you away toward the back. Alex was following them, parading his limited edition Oscar Piastri paddle. 

Max was silent as he gazed at the amount of journalists in front of the garage. He was internally cringing, knowing that the journalist would attack him as well. 

Charles threw a smile in his direction as he bumped the sullen Dutchman. 

“Do you need to hide in my garage as well? Be babysat Mr. Verstappen?” 

The Ferrari driver wiggled his eyebrows as Max rolled his eyes. However, he shrugged and looked straight into Charles’s green eyes. 

“Lead the way Mr. Leclerc.” 

Charles’s eyes widened for only a moment before grabbing the backpack attached to Max. The brunette gently led the blond away, knowing that his childhood rival didn’t like crowds any more than you did. 

You had found yourself hidden away in Logan’s room, on a facetime with your boyfriend. Logan was sitting next to you, trying to reach a new high score on whatever game he was playing. Oscar had somehow also found himself in the American’s room and was currently looking at Alex’s paddle. 

The Aussie scoffed as he twirled the offending thing. He was silently listening to you borderline cry to Arthur. 

“And then they threw a water bottle at me. And it was one of the metal ones too!” you cried out, hand rubbing your face. 

Arthur offered you a sad frown. 

“What did you do?” 

You sucked in a breath. 

“I caught it and I kept it.” 

The three men suddenly laughed at your confession. You looked around confused. 

“What? It was a nice one!” 

Arthur rolled his eyes. “Nicer than the one I gave to my brother to give to you.” 

Your eyebrow cocked. “Um no, not Kevin.” 

Logan’s eyes glanced at you as he muttered, “You named your water bottle?” 

You shoved him, making him lose his spot. “You don’t?” 

Oscar suddenly piped up. “That’s a bit childish, don’t you think. And how cliche is it to fall in love with your teammate.” 

That earned him an eyeroll as you threw one of Logan’s pillows at him. He caught it easily. 

“Sorry Os-cah, at least I can act on it. We all can’t secretly be in love with our teammates.” 

A screech erupted from the Aussie’s side of the room. You and Logan giggled as Oscar’s face bloomed red with a deep blush. The pillow came back flying. 

“I am not in love with Lando. And plus, I have a girlfriend.” 

“Sure. Didn’t stop you from almost kissing Arthur that one time.” 

The brunet rolled his eyes. “Number 1, it was through glass. Number 2, he leaned in first.” 

“Excuse me?” you asked into your phone, looking at Arthur through the screen. Said boyfriend stuttered a bit as he tried to come up with an excuse. He only stopped as you spoke again. 

“It’s ok Osc, he has some nice lips.” 

A groan left Logan’s lips as he listened to this conversation. He leaned over and snatched the phone from your hands. 

“Hey!” 

“Sorry, poor connection. Call back later.” 

The American pressed the red X as you looked at him in disbelief. Logan quickly deposited your phone back to your lap before picking up his own phone. 

Your mouth was still wide open. 

You were about to reply when there was a knock on the door. Logan huffed as he stood from the couch and walked toward the door. When he opened it, he was met with Christian Horner and a very pouty Max Verstappen. You sheepishly grinned as Christian just silently pointed over his shoulder and turned around, walking away. 

Max stayed at the door, waiting for you as you packed your stuff. You quickly said goodbye to the best friends before following Max back to the Red Bull garage. You noticed his pout on the way. 

“What’s got you so pouty.” 

“I was about to beat Charles at FIFA and then Christian scared me, causing me to misplay and not score.” 

“So Charles won?” 

A huff from the Dutchman let you know that you were correct. 

Thankfully the crowd had died down when you returned. But, to your chagrin, Checo was still there, looking down into your car. Mitch seemed uncomfortable as she stood near, needing to get the last bit of data before talking to you about the strategy. 

You watched as she lightly nudged the Mexican, but was not met with any movement. Your anger rose as he blatantly didn’t move at all. You loudly cleared your throat, making most of the men turn their heads toward your direction, Checo included. 

“I think my strategist needs to be by my car. You wouldn’t mind moving far back to give her some space?” you questioned loudly. 

Perez seemed to get a bit of the message and took multiple steps back. Your jaw clenched as he smirked at you. At that moment, you knew he had done that on purpose. 

You only walked past him, going to your room to get changed. When you walked back out, there was a small interview going on, once again with Checo and now Max. 

The interviewer asked, “So Max, how does it feel to have your old teammate here to watch you win?” 

You could tell that Max wanted to wince at the question, but he let it be. 

Max replied, “Uh, it is nice to see Sergio back in the paddock. It is Mexico after all. But, Y/n is looking very strong and she won Monza from pole. So the team is just going to let us race and I’ll just try to keep up with her.” 

The laugh that the Dutchman let out was obviously forced, but you were thankful for the backing from Max. 

You watched as Checo obnoxiously laughed as he put his hands on Max’s shoulders, shaking the driver just a bit. Max’s shoulders tensed under the hard grip of the ex-driver’s hands. He was thankful that Perez wasn’t doing that to you, or you might have had a bit of PTSD because of it. 

The Mexican began to speak, “Ah Max, always so modest. I bet that he’ll overtake her on the first corner. She might pull a me from last year. Eat some Ferrari tyre and DNF on the first lap. And before you know it, the team is going to drop her. I bet Max would like that. Maybe Daniel will get his rightful seat back.” 

Max jerked away from the hands that gripped his shoulders before speaking, “Y/n happens to be a very safe driver. There might be a bit of fighting between us on the track but that’s just racing. And the seat was never Daniel’s to begin with. It was always her’s. Too bad you couldn’t keep up to keep the seat.” 

If you could see Max’s eyes, you knew that they would be stormy and cold. 

Your eyes wanted to water from the soft words that Max was speaking. He was really defending you to the best of his ability. Your eyes found Christian at the other side and your feet quickly took you toward the father-figure. Yet, you heard a closing statement from Perez that set your nerves ablaze. 

“She won’t get the win. She was lucky in Monza, but that’s all it was. Max DNF-ed, giving her the win. This race will truly show you how talented she truly is.” 

Your shoulders deflated as you tapped Christian’s shoulder, nodding over at the journalist. Christian’s eyes widened as he stalked toward the trio. He had anger in his eyes. 

“I told you, no more journalists or interviews in the garage. The race is about to start,” the Briton stated, voice ice cold. 

The journalist visibly gulped before packing up quickly and walking away. Max took this opportunity to also find his way back to your side. The two of you watched as Christian completely scolded the Mexican. You couldn’t hear it, but whatever your team principal said, it make Checo red with embarrassment. 

Max gave you a shit-eating grin before pulling you into a hug. 

“Thanks for being my best teammate kid. You’ve changed me for the better. Let’s go get you that second win.” 

You pulled away with tears in your eyes as you laughed a bit. 

“You’re just going to let me win? Thee Max Verstappen purposely losing a race to little old me?” 

The Dutchman shook his head. “No, I’m not going to let you win. You’re going to take it from me.” 

Well, Checo was right about only one thing. 

Max did overtake you on the first turn. 

But that was it. 

You didn’t eat Ferrari tyre. 

Your seat was yours to keep. 

And Max was right about everything. 

You made him work for the lead and overtook him on the second to last lap. Your cars fought for all they could give, drivers wanting another taste of victory. 

For Max, it seemed like it had been a while. 

For you, it was like Monza was yesterday. 

And that sweetness from the win. The nickname you earned there from the Italians (who were much nicer). 

Charles Leclerc, the Predestined. 

Max Verstappen, the Inevitable. 

Y/n L/n, the Long Awaited. 

The victory was oh so sweet. Maybe you just really had to learn to block out the haters. It’s what you should have done at the beginning of the weekend. 

But you showed everyone who you were as you stook on the nose of you trusted Red Bull. Fists near your body as you yelled, hunched over. 

Max was right behind you, followed by the familiar Ferrari of Charles Leclerc. The two rivals watched as you pointed at the now booing crowd. They laughed as your motioned that you couldn’t hear them, cupping your hand by your helmet where your ear would have been and shaking your head. You shrugged and jumped off. 

Your hand clasped Max’s hand and then Charles’s. You walked (more like skipped) by your team, being pulled in by the mechanics. 

You took your helmet off quickly and got in line to be interviewed. Thankfully, for once, it was a woman. 

She was smiling widely as she spoke into the microphone. 

“Y/n that was splendid driving you did out there. And congratulations on your second win. I know this win is a little different than Monza, so tell me a bit about your race and how you’re feeling.” 

You smiled as you spoke into the mic that you held. 

“Ah well, this is very different from Monza. It was fun to race against my teammate. Normally, I’m behind him getting a nice tow, but the team really wanted to see us just go at it. Obviously, at the end of the day, Red Bull is what matters, but I had fun with Max. And this win just feel more special because I can tell that not a lot of people wanted me to win.” 

You were huffing by the end of your statement, but the lady was grinning at your answer.

“Well, I will let you go celebrate, but mighty well done!” 

You skipped a bit to the cool down room before heading to the podium. You wanted to follow Charles and Max, but someone led you down to the little lift where your car was waiting. 

You knew that Charles and Max had already walked out when the lift slowly started to rise. On your head was the biggest sombrero you had ever seen. You climbed up on the nose of your car and sat cross-legged as you slowly rose. Once it stopped, you took your place at the top step and put your hands behind your back. 

Jokingly, you took the hat off and placed it on Max’s head. He only rolled his eyes (but kept it on for your amusement). 

People tried to yell and boo during your anthem, but you honestly couldn’t hear them over your own heartbeat. It was nice to see a certain disgruntled Mexican down below, arms crossed as he looked everywhere but up. 

You smirked as you showered champagne onto Max and Charles, with you getting sprayed in return. 

Fuck them haters – honestly. 

redbullracing has posted

redbullracing rookie got a second win and max got a hat! time for a siesta!

due to strong storms and flooding, the Sao Palo Grand Prix is canceled and will not be rescheduled

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rookie_freshmanyear OH YEAH - THAT'S MY DRIVER

max&co max got the hat back

y/n&max4ever she truly is the best teammate max has ever had

y/n_on_top true, what checo said was horribly wrong

maxverstappen1 ok you're done - no more wins

y/n.89 booooo charles_leclerc certified every other racer hater landonorris tomatoes tomatoes tomatoes oscarpiastri you all can speak for yourselves :(

y/n.nation sad for Brazil but they will be in our thoughts

formulafan still can't believe that the next race is FREAKING VEGAS BABY

rookieroo I know right! what if - hear me out - y/n wins again as a homecoming formulala_delulu ok let's get you back to bed

mericanf1_fan YEAH VEGAS 'MERICAAAAA

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[tylermileslockett]

"The Chorus Enters,"

In this scene, from the play AGAMEMNON by Aeschylus, the chorus enters into the courtyard of Agememnon's palace. This being a stage play, I took this opportunity design this illustration with Mycenean architecture and set design in mind. Descending from the stairs on stage right, we have the entrance of the Chorus;(in this particular play- all old men). I chose to design a large bull head statue as a symbolic totem to Agamemnon's coming murder (like a bull sacrifice from the new year's BUPHONIA festival). I liked the idea of the chorus wandering around, telling the audience of the cursed house of Atreus, and recounting Agamemnon's sacrifice of his daughter Iphigenia on the way to Troy, all the while, this massive, (perhaps severed?) Bull head statue looms ominously in the background. I have the watchtower and distant mountain signal fire from the previous scene in the play, here in the background for continuity. This is the sort of theater set I would love to see in a modern reworking of this type of play: something bold, colorful, and stylized. It would be a dream come true to design sets for the theatre some day. :)

***NOTES on MINOAN VS MYCENEAN culture:

The MINOAN culture of the island of Crete is the oldest, flourishing from 2600-1400. B.C. On crete is the palace of Knossos, famed for King Minos and the minotaur labyrinth. *The name MINOAN comes from the name of king MINOS.

The MYCENEAN culture occurred later on the mainland of Greece, from around 1600 - 1100 B.C. and was the first culture to speak the Greek language. With the previous Minoan culture in decline, the Myceneans took over the islands, and adapted their writing and art/culture. Around 1350 B.C. the Mycenean culture collapsed, most likely due to foreign invaders. The world, culture, and characters of Homer's Iliad Mycenean. Agamemnon was king of Mycenea.

Please Support my kickstarter for my book "lockett Illustrated: Greek Gods and Heroes" coming in October. Please click my linktree

[ramons-elevator]

Can we talk about how fucking traumatized the eggs are for a second?

They have been alive for like a month(?) now and have been through so much shit. They have watched 3 of their siblings die, one of them died twice. A mysterious death code has attacked them multiple times, some eggs more than others. They have been kidnapped twice, the second time coming back cracked.

And thats just them as a whole. Lets not forget about their individual traumas. For example:

- Dapper has died twice, but yet escaped death. Those deaths were 1) being crushed by cog wheels and 2) helplessly watching your dad screaming, trying to get you to move, but you cant

- Leo died by Vegetta’s sword but came back. Only to helplessly die alone on a boat while your father wasnt there

- Also Leo falling asleep, but jumping out of bed to desperately ask your dad what happening as you watch your sibling die in the game chat, unable to help with being thousands of blocks away

- Chayanne had to watch Tallulah, the one person he swore to always protect, die and then dying while his father apologize to him.

- Also Chayanne feeling like a failure because he couldnt save Tilin, Juanaflippa, and Trump.

- Ramon has escaped death so many fucking times. He has popped so many totem of undying. At this point, Death probably feels like a friend at this point.

-Bobby had to watch his mom fall to her death as he died surrounded by monsters. Then be stabbed by the Code Monster™️ and drown as his dad was trying to get him back up.

-I cant even unpack the amount of shit Tallulah has been through. Kidnapped, abandoned, died next to her abuelito, constant fear of being kidnapped, etc

- Richarlyson died his first day in a mine with two of his dads screaming in fear. Then die a day or so later by a bull right next to your own home, watching Fit run over to try to help only to not make it in time.

- Also Richarlyson being thrown head first into the bullshit of the island. Its only been a week but jesus fucking christ.

-Also also, Leo and Bobby both having their best friends, Trump and Tilin, die. One from neglect and one from the hands of Charlie. I bet they both feel guilty and that they could’ve done something to prevent it.

They have been through so much. Roier needs to open more appointments for these kids

[undercoverdonderwolk]

re: red bull people knew he was out

this makes mexico so much funnier to me like amazing how much karma came back to bite them? All that talk about liberty media needing mexico gp to be successful only for it to be the MOST CURSED for red bull like so cursed even twitter is muttering about getting daniel back like TWITTER

tbh i never really believed the liberty media stuff. to me it just seemed like they were promised a lot of money and red bull said yes. i'm just endlessly confused about how people fairly low on the totem pole at red bull knew daniel would be gone after singapore as early as september and daniel didn't know it as late as uhhh saturday evening in singapore

[the-black-manor]

Being surrounded by the tauren tribe so that no matter where I look there are big dripping cocks like the one inside me. When the chieftain finally does cum and knock me up with his calfs, they'll all cum too, drenching me in bull seed. Maybe the chieftan will leave me tied to a totem pole in the middle of camp for any of them to use. - doe

Fuck. Perfect.

[unhonestlymirror]

Kamyana Mohyla, or The Stone Tomb, is a unique monument of geology and archaeology of world significance, located in the Zaporizhzhia region near Melitopol.

It is the only place in the world where drawings and petroglyphs dating from such a wide historical range are concentrated in a small area: from the Late Paleolithic era to the Middle Ages (20-16 millennia BC - 11-13 centuries AD). Kamyana Mohyla served as a "world mountain", like Olympus in ancient Greece. It is (as a natural creation, in contrast to much later cult objects created by people - ed.) older than Stonehenge, the Egyptian pyramids and all the ziggurats of the East.

They say the inscriptions are the first examples of human writing: some scientists adhere to the hypothesis that the Melitopol petroglyphs are one and a half to two thousand years older than the world-famous Mesopotamian clay tablets.

Traces of the red paint have been preserved on some drawings. Petroglyphs are made with small stones of hard rocks, which easily left traces on soft sandstone. Several such quartz stones were discovered in the course of research. Goat cave, Bull and Dragon grottoes, a two-meter stone figure of a man-fish... And everywhere there are images of the Tree of Life, a symbol of fertility and eternity.

In the 1950s and 1970s, a debate arose regarding the dating of images to the Palaeolithic, Neolithic, and even Eneolithic. Palaeolithic dating was mainly advocated by V. Danylenko and O. M. Bader (at least at the early stage of research), M. Rudynskyi and other researchers adhered to Neolithic dating. The debate essentially boiled down to whether one of the largest petroglyphs is a mammoth or a bull (a mammoth would point to the Palaeolithic and a bull to the Neolithic). The panelists died in the 1970s and 1980s, remaining true to their opinions, continuing, each in their own way, to call the grotto with the controversial image "The Grotto of the Bull" and "The Grotto of the Mammoth".

People have left their "autographs" here since the Stone Age (22-14 millennium BC). Walls were painted both in the Bronze Age and later. Remains of ancient altars were found here. Through the drawings, you can trace primitive religions — totemism, magic, animism, fetishism, the cult of ancestors... The role of a temple that united three worlds (heavenly, earthly and underground), this steppe monument near Melitopol in the Zaporizhzhia region, has performed for many millennia of various tribes and peoples who passed through.

Since February 2022, Kamyana Mohyla has been under russian occupation. In November 2022, the occupation authorities announced the subordination of the reserve to the federal museum-reserve "Khersones Tavriyskyi." The latter is located on the territory of the occupied Crimean peninsula.

[arabella-77]

MLQC CN Event - The Most Dazzling Ethnic Style Theme.

The new Qixi (Chinese Valentine's Day) event on Love and Producer China Server is coming. And this time they give us amazing arts, base on the Chinese Minority Ethnic Style patterns, legends, art symbols and motifs. The details are also amazing.

Gavin's art, costumes, embroidery patterns and mask refer to Tujia Ethnic culture.

The brocade on Mc clothes is also like the Tujia brocade "Xilankapu". Another legend says that Xilan is a person's name, and Kapu is the flower she wove. Her story is also related to ginkgo flower.

Even Gavin's Little White Tiger is a totem that is worshipped by minority ethnic people in Southwest China.

Kiro's art is Mongolian style.

Mongolian people live in grassland and are famous for their horse riding skills.

And Shaw's outfit is look like Miao Minority.

The Miao people's festive attractions are also include horse racing and bullfights.

This is why Shaw's pet is little bull.

Victor and Lucien in another post.

[meirimerens]

going through pdfs and an autism moment the levels of which you've never seen and i'm reminded of the multiple buryat creation myths in which the lake (baikal) plays such an important role (because. they live here) and in which the buryats are descendants of swans... and thinking about how patho (inspired by this culture among others) completely lacks both A Lake and anything related to swans, with birds appearing as the muu shubuun "wicked birds" (another mongolic + turkic (mu shuvuu) folklore figure that is different in patho than it is irl)(i would say. yeah obviously), plague-bearers, etc. you got the Gorkhon which is river and not lake, which could be an equivalence, but rivers & lakes typically have different places in animist beliefs, often have different gender identifications as well, and the Kin does not have the same relationship to the river as the people of the region have with Baikal...

also the concept of sky-dwellers/sky-divers/generally Brother There's Something Up There with the head of the pantheon/all-progenitor being sky-bound ("the heavens" comes up often) is almost completely absent from the Kin's religious background, and most of the -dwelling is one in/within the Earth, with Bos Turokh literally being the land and Boddho being explicitely an earth-mother-goddess, and rather it being Suok associated with air.

that's fascinating how this like very prominent part of mongolic culture, whether attributed to Tengri or to Lama for the buddhist parts of it or Esege/Esege Malan is absent from the Kin's culture that's inspired by those and almost flipped on its head completely.

[wisteriagoesvroom]

jul/@supercollide my most precious flower, u sent this on my main so i will answer it here where ppl actually care about f1 hahahah

wildest hot takes in no particular order (i guess "wild" is relative but):

carlos blatantly disobeys team rules but it allows him to win a race in his final year with ferrawri

jos and sainz snr have a dust up for no reason. or maybe the reason is because carlos won that one race but it was controversial for Reasons. i hope netflix is there to capture it kardashians style

once stroll senior pulls out of f1 - and idk whether it's this season or not but - we're gonna see some of the best driving from lance and maybe even a podium?? lance is gonna go on to have a great career in endurance racing

oscar wins a race and beats someone (max/charles/lando/lewis) with a magnificent dive towards the final few laps... which isn't super wild i guess but more like me manifesting atp

lando still doesn't win a race (alkdfjslksjfd PUT THE PITCHFORKS DOWN....U SAID HOT TAKES), which seriously threatens the carefully cultivated balance over at papayaland. zak is delighted about this and continues to push the emerging rivalry :/

haas gets sold by september which throws musical chairs into even further disarray

ocon's literal beard is a magic totem and means the FIA finally stop giving him random time penalties. you will not see unshaven ocon again for many years after this

logan gets points!!!!!! he was so quiet in his first year but i believe he could do it and james vowles' belief in his team results in some small but significant steps forward this year

if daniel doesn't make it back to the red bull main team this year, then he's gonna retire by '25 or '26

charles actually posts something on twitter that he hadn't meant to (maybe about lewis lol), which causes a media circus for 72 hours. it stops when he wins... in monza LOLOLOLOL

i cracked myself writing these. thanks for the ask hahaaha

[findingtarshish]

Realizing. Between the patrons and the new metaplot I'm making for the Children of Gaia there's a definite Ungulate vs. Bug divide the Cult of the Triat gains the patronage of Wasp Queen and Queen Ananasa, while Unicorn's faithful have Unicorn, Boar, Guardian-Demon, and Cattle.

Kinda a neat dichotomy.

A bonus for today:

Guardian-Demon Ancient Children of Gaia occupied a vast range, from Mesopotamia to India to Tibet. While few totems remain from the fallen civilizations of the Fertile Crescent, Kusarikku the Bull-Headed-Man remains commonplace. Though often mistaken for Minotaur, Kusarikku is placid and gentle, preferring to guard the doors of those in harm’s way from malevolent invaders than to lower his head and charge. Guardian-Demon has chosen not to take sides in the schism between Unicorn’s faithful and the Cult of the Triat, believing that dogma should not get in the way of protecting those in need. It is associated with Honor.

Favor: Those aiming to gain Guardian-Demon’s protection customarily mark their doorway with a motif of his image, granting them great power. Its followers gain the Writing on the Wall gift, which doesn’t count toward their total Gifts for the purposes of purchasing new Gifts. In addition, Kusarikku’s wardens may add a die to any Craft, Occult, or Technology dice pool related to wards or fortifications. Ban: Kusarikku does not tolerate cruelty. If the Garou ever attacks someone who can’t fight back, they may recover only a single Willpower at the start of the next session, instead of their Composure or Resolve rating.

Writing on the Wall is a Stonekeeper Tribal Gift, only available to Children of Gaia through Guardian-Demon.

WRITING ON THE WALL Stonekeepers are not content to invoke their Gifts and ply their craft separately; rather, they use unique methods to work their magic into their art, and impart a particular mystic power into their homes and garments. Using this Gift, they can ward their shields and weapons, or place glyphs on buildings that empower those within. Traditionally, Stonekeepers and their Kinfolk either paint their glyphs into stone, or create elaborate carved wood motifs called Pa'ssura, but colorful and intricate beadwork is also common. A bird-of-paradise-spirit teaches this Gift.

Renown: Honor

Cost: 1 Rage Check

Action: Full

Dice Pools: Dexterity + Honor

System: The Garou must spend a full turn (Though certain artistic media may take longer) inscribing the motif on the chosen object or area, then roll their Dexterity + Honor vs. Difficulty 3. On a success, The Garou chooses a Native Gift they know; those within the marked dwelling, which can be no larger than a single room, or using, wearing, or carrying the marked item may use that Gift as if they knew it, and may use Honor rather than any other Renown rating for it. This effect lasts for one day and one night, after which the mystical power behind the artwork ceases to function, though it can be reactivated through this Gift. The Garou can only empower one such artwork at a time. This Gift can be used in any form, though creating the artistic vessel for the power may prove troublesome in lupus or hispo form.

Duration: One day and one night

[biinaberry]

That someone is me, hi hello, I’d like to know details about Tunble Town culture

Tumble Town deals with the theme of death and the balance between bringing and avoiding. All info told is the info Jimmy was able to uncover through books and those who visited/lived in tumble town for a good while

Their national animal is the bull and canary, with the canary sitting on the bull's head. The story goes that a bull was traveling through the mesa during a sandstorm. The sand nearly blinds the creature but it still travels in search of safety. During its travel it hears the song of a canary and follows its trail before standing in front of the bird. The canary sings that it will guide the bull out of the storm if he carried him on his head, for his wings were damaged in the storm. The bull questions him before accepting that the idea of help is better than no help and scoops the bird onto its head. With their combined efforts there were able to escape the storm. The canary then gains the name of Guider while the bull is named Bringer as the two become extensions of death, for she saw that both would die without the efforts of the other.

It is this story that holds the basis for other aspects of their culture

This story sparked the belief that couldn't death be tricked? If the bull is nearly blind then if we can trick the bull, no matter what the canary says, it will attack the wrong person. And thus the belief in dolls.

The story goes that a mother, grieving her child, wanted to make something to honor him. Using the palo trees that grew around the town, she carved herself a doll. She places it on a mantel along side his childhood toys so she would always remember him. Worrying that death would strike again she made a doll of her daughter as well, and gifted it to her. A month passes and the bull returns again, canary guiding its mind. It follows the daughter until she turns around and spots the creature and begins to run. In her hand she held the doll her mother made but in a panic, drops it. The bull then began to target the doll, daughter then escapes the creatures grasp. From her first hand account of the events the belief was spread that by creating dolls of oneself it would bring a person a second chance at life, a man made totem of undying. However only those made from the palo trees ever worked and thus was labeled as the town's national tree. Becoming sacred in the process. It became a tradition that once someone turns old enough they will be given a doll in their likeness as a form of protection from death.

This is also the reason why jimmy does not remember that he is a demigod since he is the son of death the palo wood has the same effect on him as the bull. So after his parents disappeared his memory went with them because his mind forced him to believe he is human.

This belief in dolls also transcended during times of war, but with a different applications. Dolls are passed through the generations and are heavily cherished. During war, if tumble town knows they are unable to defend themself, they will place these dolls all over the town. They believe the dead will posses their dolls. If the living cannot fight then the dead will fight for them.

On the other side of the duoship, canaries became a religious/sacred symbol. It is not uncommon to enter tumble town and see it absolutely covered in canaries because it is a law to not hurt them the only exception is if you are the sheriff. They are tumble town's form of pigeon. Citizens often take care of the birds because it is believed that any canary can speak with the Guider of Death. So if they treat one canary badly that bird will tell the Guider to come and kill them.

The reason the Sheriff is the exception is because they are able to tap into the canary's ability to see the future. The ritual goes that the sheriff will call to the birds with one hand out and wait for a canary to land in their palm. At that point they will sing to the canary until it falls asleep, and only when it is asleep, will the Sheriff snap the bird's neck. The sheriff will then be given a vision of death and the vision will almost always happen. Only 10 times has the vision been wrong in some form. However, as a consequence for killing the canary, the event that the Sheriff witnesses will now happen at a sooner date then originally. Since the Guider of Death is now aware of the Sheriff's actions.

This ritual was originally lost and death is the one who actually wrote it down for jimmy to find later.

[quirkwizard]

So I know this doesn’t really fit the setting or mechanics of quirks and could possibly be to overpowered if not careful, but could you do a quirk based on Geto’s Cursed Spirit Manipualtion from Jujutsu Kaisen? Specifically what I want is a quirk that lets the user summon a variety of different animal like creatures that follows basic commands, maybe the selection of summons being centered around what animals the user eats so the selection is based on their diet and each summons relative strength is based on the amount of what the user consume so they must maintain a balanced between their various options in order to use their quirk effectively with their stomach providing a limit on the amount of different summons they can have at any given time, but the user is limited to manifesting one summon at a time and once they either release a summon or it takes to much damage it disappears and they are required to eat a lot of the same food again in order to regain it. As for a more fitting name as a quirk I was thinking “Totem” kinda makes sense.

I think there is something in the concept of this, as "Manifest" is an example of something like this, but I'm not sure about the execution. The user have access to many potential minions could be an issue. Because with having only one kind of minion, it's easier to build around it, but this is a lot more to try and work with because of how many different animals are edible. Sure, Tamaki can do something similar, but it's different with something like minions where it's more spread out. I think having it based around how much the user eats makes sense, but I'm not sure about the singular summon since not all of them would be equal. Maybe instead it could be a single kind of minion at once with some kind of exchange rate. Like they can summon up a bunch of frogs from frog legs, but can only make one bull from a steak. The amount they eat could affect both the number and their overall power. That aside, there should really be some clarifications over the user's ability to control them, such as it being a mental connection, program orders into them, or simply needing to give vocal orders. Maybe some examples of other animals, like what if the user eats fish or anything like that.