#babylon-lore

[inbabylontheywept]

I have a little paperwork tray next to my computer, and my cat will set next to me and scream until I pick her up and her in the tray like a freshly submitted assignment.

She won't settle for food, or for pets, or for being in my lap. She specifically wants to be in the paperwork tray. There's a stapler there, and a charger, and a bunch of lumpy things that would be annoying to sit on, but she insists.

Really, the worst part is already over, which was figuring out what she wanted. I spent months getting yelled at before I figured out that she wanted to be filed. In my defense it's a pretty unusual request.

[inbabylontheywept]

There are four civil engineers in my lab right now. Two are measuring the width, depth, and composition of our concrete wall to determine whether it can support a 2 ton crane. The other two are playing ping pong on a foldable table they brought with them. Every few hours, the ping pongers and the measurers trade roles.

There are deer outside, and we see air force security chase them on quads every month or so. They eat wildflowers by the asbestos pit. Sometimes they graze in front of the microwave testing range and we have to turn off the beam to chase them away. They’re so nonplussed by us overall clad, baseball hatted testing engineers that they don’t really bother running away. They just kind of jog in an annoyed way, still inhumanly fast, but hardly a panicked sprint for them.

They don’t like going too far away because they like sneaking back for more lightly microwaved grass.

There’s a pond where they used to keep the coolant water for rocket tests. Those tests have been done since the 80’s, and now they just sit.

The stagnant water used to make big clouds of mosquitoes but a decade or so back an engineer released a bag of goldfish into the pond and accidentally created an ecosystem. You can go out there in the morning and see the gold and orange schools swimming lazy laps around the reeds that have sprouted through the concrete. The water got low last summer, and the groundskeeper got his de-dusting trailer and used it to top them off. He likes the fish. We all do. I walked by the pond in my first week, and crawled down the bank to watch them up close. One swam by me so close I could grab it, and I did, shoulders hunched, skin pale, gollumlike in every way.

It looked up at me with big, sad fish eyes, eyes that made up half its head, and I was so ashamed of what I had done that I put it back immediately. Not just to save the fish but to hide what I had done.

I don’t know how much of this I would marvel at outside of work.

I don't think I'm meant to be employed. It really cuts into my goofy silly haha time. and it makes it nearly impossible to have any wow life is beautiful let me take it in time.

[wherechaoswins]

Her: “Do you think all this talk of feminism makes us... less feminine? Like we’re trying to break something that should stay broken?” Me: The air is thick with our unspoken thoughts. She’s pushing boundaries. “Feminism’s not a cage. It’s freedom. If I’m breaking anything, it’s these walls between us.” Her: She’s close now, her breath ghosting over my lips. “I’m not afraid of breaking anything. Especially not for you.” Me: I pull her closer, feeling the heat of her body against mine. “Then let’s break all the rules, together. You and me, tonight.”

Her hands are like fire, igniting the very ground we stand on. She’s powerful, making me feel vulnerable, yet I can’t pull away. Tonight, we are both surrendering to something beyond words—something raw and untamed.

[inbabylontheywept]

so. my wife came downstairs just as i took a bite out of the remaining half red onion on the counter. literally within seconds of just getting away with it. i looked at her, and she looked at me, and we both sat there a moment, all frozen, before she said babs, what the fuck. i tried to say i can explain but it came out as or corn explorn because such was the onion in my mouth that there was no room for words. its honestly a miracle that she understood me at all. at least, i'm assuming that she understood me because she did let me get my bearings for a few moments. a smarter man would've used that time to think up a good lie, but instead i just chewed as fast as i could because i knew i was gonna have to tell a whopper and i really wanted to be able to use big words again.

big words are instrumental to telling a whopper.

anyway, i totally ran out of time. i barely got my first swallow of onion in before she said well?, and i did at least have an empty mouth to match my empty head. but also i had no lies. so i looked her dead in the face, opened my mouth and waited, every bit as curious as her, to hear what excuse my mouth was gonna come up with.

im pregnant, said my mouth.

great job, mouth, said my brain.

mmmmm onion, said my mouth.

better you than me, said my wife.

then she went upstairs. it has been two hours she still refuses to kiss me. im devastated. im shook. im crying a little, i think.

(but that might just be the onion.)

[wherechaoswins]

Her: “Do you believe in destiny, or is it just our primal instincts talking?” Me: Her eyes are dark, and I swear, they pierce through me like a blade. “I think destiny’s overrated. Tonight, it’s all about us. No fate, just... desire.” Her: “Desire, huh? Well, I hope it’s as dangerous as you are. I’ve been waiting to feel something real for a long time.” Me: Her lips are so close, teasing, like she knows exactly how much power she holds. “Real’s just a word. What we feel—right now—that’s what matters.”

She presses her lips to mine, slow and deliberate. I can taste her resolve, her fire, and I know nothing will be the same after this night. No more hesitation.

[charleecat-bat]

YES. Finally finished. Wave and Storm in my Superhero AU... I was stuck on these two for ages... Mostly Wave. I'm so grateful I got some help on her look. ALRIGHT TO SOME LORE. BELOW

Waves life has been full of struggle. Being borderline homeless in childhood. Having to rely on Storm stealing and getting any possible jobs to barely provide for her and Jet. Even with her helping him with crime as she got older and getting more ambitious, it still was barely enough for them... It motivated her to work hard, to aim high so they could get better than this. It was what they deserved, what SHE deserved. It was tough, but her work paid off, studying through school with high marks, earning a doctorate in engineering and striving for more and even earning a spot on a small team developing a company. Miraculously, the company grew large, profits were being made for everyone on the team and Wave felt on top of the world. Feeling all her hard work was finally being rewarded despite all her struggles, even now... until it was all snatched away. A deal had been made behind her back on her developments, including a revolutionary glider, they were selling them off to another for massive profits... but firing her as a result. Despite all her hard work on the team, they discarded her and stole her work from her. She quickly decided in her anger that she was not going to let the world keep from her what she deserved anymore, that she was going to take it, whether through business or by force. After rebuilding her name through criminal business, trading tech and developing weapons and gadgets for many criminal gangs and underground businesses, she soon got her rightful property back. Improving it and quickly using it as her new alter-ego dubbed, Doctor Harpy by the media. At least people are actually calling her Doctor now... -------

Sadly for Storm, he's been familiar with crime from a fairly young age. From having to pickpocket or swiping at any thing and making a desperate run for it, all for the sake of providing for his younger cousins. They had no one else but eachother, and as the eldest, it was his responsibility to make sure they were fed, warm and safe, especially with the discovery of Jet's mutation, he was determined to keep them all safe and together. It wasn't ideal but it was the best he could do, any job he could land either didn't pay well at all, it left him too little time that he needed to watch his little cousins, or he'd get fired from... so he had no other option but to turn to crime. Storm had hoped the other two wouldn't have to follow in his footsteps, that they could make some better of themselves. Sadly, they did too follow into the life of crime, at least they had skills that could get them places. He had hoped once Wave had landed her big time job in the company and started earning better income that things could improve and he could leave the stealing behind and focus on getting Jet better support... Unfortunately, fate had other plans. He quickly became Waves muscle and enforcer in the crime business, and during the moments they'd be in the air, causing chaos and destruction. He'd be below, sneaking away to finish the deals or make a breakaway with their goods on his bike. Even then, fate had something else planned for him. Something he could never predict would happen to him. During an attempted escape from a busted deal, he got separated from the others, and after crashing his bike had quickly made a break for it into an area that seemed desolate and abandoned... he had not realised that he had made his way into an experimental zone. These particular scientists had been developing technology to create artificial weather phenomena and that zone was their testing grounds and Storm had no clue. When the man-made storm was underway, he was not able to flee fast enough and was ravaged by it. He could barely comprehend what had happened to him during that moment, he only expected he was going to die... but he didn't. When he awoke, the night sky was calm and quiet again. He was alive, in agonising pain, but alive. At first he didn't think anything was wrong, just that he was hurt badly and had to stumble his way back... but he'd soon found out he got strange abilities.

The weather would react strangely with him, changing based on his moods, even sometimes spawning around him. An energy would pulse through him at random moments. Lightning shooting around and out his body uncontrollably. And it'd get worse when his emotions got out of hand. At first, he wanted to keep this odd development hidden, hoping to ignore it or to find a way to fix it. He was eventually convinced these powers could be useful ( of course, after a disastrous breakdown that caused a city wide weather disaster of course). Since then, he's given himself the name, Thundercrush and while he's still trying to harness these strange, powerful abilities. He's certainly going to try and use them to help his family.

[inbabylontheywept]

i don't know how to make this into a story, but one of my worst attributes is that i make so much sense to myself that i can totally forget that what im doing looks strange to other people. and i just remembered this incident in sixth grade where i learned that churning milk yields butter and i was fascianted by that because i had always wondered from whence butter. so i took my cafeteria milk box and i shook it vigorously all lunch and all recess (where it was over 100, because of course it was) and i was even shaking it in class, when my teacher, who was a saint for many reasons, came over and said:

hey.

babs.

what are you doing.

and i looked at this poor, patient, wonderful man like he was the dumbest motherfucker that id ever met. and i said

shaking milk

because that is what i was doing, and the butter thing was implied because why else would anyone shake milk.

he took this in his stride. instead of doubling down, or repeating himself, he said ah, as if i had actually explained myself to him, and then he walked away because he was willing to tolerate disrespect so long as it was amusing.

people like that are why i survived to adulthood.

anyway, he really did get the last laugh because after shaking that milk for four hours, i finally opened the tiny carton when i got home, and instead of there being delicious butter there was insanely rotten froth and it smelled and looked so bad i threw up a little. so. you got me there mr. c. you got me there.

[shesmymausoleum]

Drunken on the the blood of the saints

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Wasn’t sure how people would react to me posting oc stuff but it was positive and in the end this is my blog so I do what I want. Anyway here’s a lore dump about this demon babe.

Babylon (she/her) is the daughter of the first fallen angel and the Queen of Inferno so it’s no surprise she’s basically the antichrist. She knows that’s it’s foretold that she will be slain during the end times, but she refuses to conform to the idea of an unchangeable future. She wants nothing more than to defeat the Archangel Michael in combat (the archangel will get a drawing and lore dump too)

Babylon is a bit of a diva with a short fuse, often igniting (both literally and emotionally) when argued with. She has a younger brother who she will give the world for (though she’d never admit it)

She’s inspired by both the whore of Babylon and the beast from revelations, as well as classic devil imagery (cloven hooves, spiked tail, that sort of thing)

[adreamoverlife]

my qsmp hot take is that I don't understand why of all the stories of Christianity qsmp references like Lucifer and purgatory (purgatory incorrectly too lmao) instead of the much more fitting Babylon. Like, the tower of Babel like the tower that when broke shattered humanity into all the languages of the world, tying into the way the qsmp itself seems to be trying to reverse and rebuild the tower piece by piece rendering language itself trivial.

[oldshowbiz]

1992.

Jerry Van Dyke's daughter made a porno with the husband of Wednesday from the Addams Family.

[delightrolls]

Sonic Thunderstorm Lore: Mobian Height ~ 

The average height for Mobians is about 3’3” (100 cm) which is the equivalent of 5’4” (163 cm) which is roughly the average height for Humans and Mobians and being 4’0” (122 cm) or greater is considered tall similarly to 6’0” (183 cm) and over in Humans. Due to having little to no sexual dimorphism Mobians share the same average height regardless of sex. Approximately 2.5% of Mobians have dwarfism, a condition where their final height is 2’3” or below. Depending on the type of dwarfism it can cause disproportionately short limbs potentially inhibiting flight in winged Mobians, disproportionately short trunk, or proportionate but short body. In some cases dwarfism can also cause issues with bone development. Around 2.5% Mobians have gigantism, a condition where their final height is 5’0” or above. Also alongside the increased height there are some comorbidities ranging from tooth gaps and thick fingers to developing an enlarged heart and organs.

Character Heights:

◈ Sonic - Classic 2’10” / Modern onward 3’3” (Average)

◈ Tails - Classic 2’5” / Modern onward 2’10” (Short)

◈ Knuckles - Classic 3’0” / Modern onward 3’9” (Tall)

◈ Amy - Classic 2’8” / Modern 3’3” / Meta onward 3’7” (Tall)

◈ Cream - Modern 2’11” / Meta onward 4’4” (Tall)

◈ Big - Modern onward 5’9” (Gigantism)

◈ Shadow - Modern onward 2’03” (Dwarfism) 

◈ Rouge - Modern onward 3’9” (Tall)

◈ Bark - Classic onward 3’11” (Tall)

◈ Vanilla - Modern onward 4’0” (Tall)

◈ Blaze - Modern onward 4’0” (Tall)

◈ Silver - Modern onward 2’11” (Short)

◈ Jet - Modern onward 3’1” (Short)

◈ Wave - Modern onward 3’10” (Tall)

◈ Storm - Modern onward 4’3” (Tall)

◈ Skystrider (Carrottia) - Meta onward 1’11”(Dwarfism) 

◈ Galebringer (Bearenger) - Meta onward 5’3” (Gigantism) 

◈ Windcaller (Hocke-Wulf) - Meta onward 3’7” (Tall)

◈ Radiance - Meta onward 5’0” (Gigantism)

◈ Ashura - Meta onward 4’2” (Tall)

◈ Infinite - Meta onward 2’06” (Short)

Skrymir the Sheep (Jacob Sheep) is the tallest recorded Mobian standing at 7’1” discounting their horns.

[mythologyfolklore]

Babylon: Mum, what do you think the meaning of life is? Asmodeus: Hm, now that's a tricky one! I guess it would be- Asmodeus, in the most unholy, evil Demon King voice: -CRUSH YOUR ENEMIES! SEE THEM QUIVER BEFORE YOU! AND HEAR THE LAMENTATION OF THEIR WOMEN!!! Asmodeus: *goes back to normal* Or having a family! It's pretty much the same!😊 Baphomet, Mephistopheles & Babylon: ...

[inbabylontheywept]

My career didn’t give me autism, autism gave me my career.

[wherechaoswins]

Her: “I’ve read about you. The Babylonian myths, the legends... the way you break hearts and reshape empires.” Me: Oh, she’s good. She’s not shy. Let’s play it cool... “All stories about me are exaggerated. You wouldn’t believe what they say.” Her: “I’ll believe whatever you show me.” She leans in, her breath warm against my neck. “Do you think I’m foolish for coming here tonight?” Me: God, she smells like fire and rain. “Not foolish. Bold. Brave. I’m more dangerous than any myth. But maybe you like that.” Her: “Maybe I do. Or maybe I just want to see if you’re as good as they say.”

Her hand moves to my waist, pulling me in closer. The tension between us crackles like the weight of a thousand years, and I know she’s not just intrigued by the story—she’s about to write her own chapter in it.

[bronzegods]

Marduk and Assur - Babylon and Assyria

Marduk and Assur are two Mesopotamian deities tied closely to their respective cities - Marduk with the city of Babylon and Assur with the city of Assur. In Pantheon, their destinies have been linked from early on, with their origins beginning in the Sumerian period…

The two deities are brothers, born at roughly the same time and sired by Enki, the famous god of the subterranean waters. Marduk, then named Asalluhe, was his child by Damkina, his wife, and therefore was more legitimate than Assur. Assur’s mother was an Amorite goddess that Enki was fooling around with, and given that Amorites were poorly looked upon by the Sumerians in this time period, Enki tried his damned hardest to conceal knowledge of said fooling around. Unfortunately, it’s more difficult to hide a godling baby that looks like you and has your family’s distinctive winged deity appearance, so he was left with a child that was for all intents and purposes unwanted.

Asalluhe and Assur grew up with disparate lives. Enki, not exactly known for his parenting skills, shoved his young sons off on other deities to raise them. In Asalluhe’s case, Utu the sun god was given the responsibility to raise one child. Dumuzi was given the responsibility to raise Assur.

Unfortunately, with Dumuzi’s proximity to Inanna, that didn’t bode well for Assur. While Asalluhe adored his “Uncle Utu” and changed his name to Marduk (calf of the sun) in appreciation, Assur moved away from the south as quickly as possible and returned to the outcrop of rock he’d been born at. The city of Assur formed around him, and as far as he was concerned, he was more than happy to stay far away from the south and all the bad memories it held.

As the climate changed, the southern Sumerian city-states dried up and Babylon came into power. With it, Marduk raised to power, finding himself beloved by the Amorite conquerors who took over Babylon. Marduk enjoyed kingship and power… until the gods of Hatti sacked Babylon and left him shattered. Damn Hittites didn’t even bother sticking around; the Kassite gods soon moved in and subjugated Marduk under their feet.

Assur fared hardly better. He built an impressive trade network, but his city fell into the control of the Akkadian Empire, the Kingdom of Upper Mesopotamia (Shamshi-Adad’s empire), and the Mitanni Empire. Only at the tail end of the Bronze Age did Assur start to regain his independence, enough to start challenging Hatti, Mitanni, and (Kassite) Babylon.

The Iron Age, though, is when the two really start to clash…

Illustrations commissioned from Eaglidots

[therighthandofvengeance]

tfw your wife knows more about your lore than you do