#Babylon-Lore

[inbabylontheywept]

I was walking out of the Walmart today, and a car passed me, and I got this incredibly vivid impression. It wasn't really in words, but if I had to put it into words, the two key points would be

a). I needed to watch that car and

b). That I needed to be careful, because the driver of the car was a massive bitch.

It kind of took me by surprise, because I really had no reason to be beefing with that car, and I also hadn't really had an impression like that since I was religious, which was in my teen years. Right? It'd been a decade since I had a little voice whisper in my ear, and I'd basically written it off as nonsense.

Anyway, I watched the car, because The Spirits or whatever were very insistent that I did. Car drove fine, went into the parking spot, inched forward, and right when it should've just stopped, the driver gunned it for some reason and it ran into the curb and cracked its bumper.

So, the driver got out, and she went to the front of the car to check that yes, she had cracked her bumper, and then she turned to look at me. The parking lot wasn't empty, but we were the only two people standing in that row, and I'd probably been staring at her for tenish seconds now.

She demanded very angrily to know why I hadn't warned her of the curb. And I could have said I didn't know you were about to gun it or is it my job to help every stranger park, or even could you have even heard me, inside your car?

And all of those would have been fine, but I was really, really busy digesting that I had somehow communed with Mormon Jesus again for the first time in fifteen years, and that the communion had mostly been there to let me watch someone park badly (?), so what I responded with was:

"Because it was foretold."

And I can't tell which would be funnier, if she went silent because there's not much to be said to that, or if she went silent because in Utah, she might actually believe me, but we parted ways without more words.

I'm still kind of digesting this myself, actually.

[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.

[bitter-sweet-coffee]

@heroictoonz hiii new friend i am insane about the birds so in reference to this post i have scribbled out a shitty guide on my lunch hour because i’ll forget to do it when i get home LMAO

oh also, i reference this post A LOT because my lore is kinda insane. if you don’t feel like reading 7K words of yapping, i think my shitty handwriting will cover your query. That being said I gloss over a lot of the sociopolitical and genetic consequences tied to the assimilation of the Babylonian species so if you’re interested in the fun historic records i forged from irl and canon-contextual research, GO NUTS!

BONUS: this is from a RP AU audition sheet but in this universe Wave (and all bloodborn children of Babylon) have a hybrid and full Babylonian form. none of that lore matters though i just think she looks cool in concept art LMAO

(oh yeah disclaimer i fogor: my lore is kinda insane and i’m happy to explain more just lmk. i love worldbuilding and fucked up creatures!)

[inbabylontheywept]

Weird Grandpa Dale Story #1

The day started with me digging up cactus. Grandpa Dale had a weird beef with cactuses, bad enough to pay me 10 cents for every pound I turned in. Looking back at it, I think they offended him because they could exist without his consent: They didn't need his water, they didn't need his fertilizer, and they certainly didn't need his permission. 

And that, he simply could not abide. 

Grandpa Dale had been doing something weird that whole morning. I knew because I'd been able to watch him since sunrise. Every time I took a break from digging cactus to look back at the house, I saw him doing something with the gopher holes. 

That made me nervous. Things never went well when he started messing with the gophers.  Earlier that month he'd tried gassing them out, and all he got from that effort was nasty looking blisters up both arms. He almost never complained about anything, but he griped all day about how bad those blisters hurt. When his wife suggested that he go to the hospital he said No, what am I gonna tell them? That my trench got overrun? They wouldn't buy that. They'd think I was cooking meth. 

Which was funny to hear, but also, true, and also, enough for me to know better than to get involved in future gopher battles. 

Which is to admit that I did get involved. But I should've known better. A few hours in, he invited me over, gave me a cold soda, and showed me what he had set up: Two camping chairs, a wicked sharp shovel, a car battery, and a long length of copper wire leading to a pit he'd dug in the middle of the yard. Told me that if I stayed a bit and took a break, cooled down there with a soda in the shade, I'd see something amazing. I asked him if there was even a chance I could get hurt by this "something amazing", and he said "no," which I knew was a bald faced lie. But I believed him because I wanted to believe him. Because I wanted to know what he'd done, and I wanted to sit there in the shade with my grandpa. I also figured, hey, maybe getting gassed taught him a lesson. 

(Never, ever assume that the kind of person willing to break out chemical weapons against gophers is capable of being taught a lesson.) 

So I sat down in my chair and he beamed at that. He loved having an audience. Then I watched him lean forward and tap the ends of the wire against the battery terminals.

And that's where everything went wrong.  

The first thing that hit me was the yard itself. Little bits of sand and grit flying fast enough to hit my skin and bite. It took a year and change for all the little bits to work their way out. But I didn't even feel it at the time, because of what happened after. 

I genuinely think he'd imagined the gophers getting launched out of the holes, disoriented but alive. I think that shovel was there to finish them off afterwards. Which also would've been traumatizing, but probably less so than watching each of those cute little gopher holes projectile vomit bloody piles of tattered critter all over the lawn. 

Which, spoiler alert, is exactly what happened. The sky fell down, and the ground flew up, and the gophers found themselves with nowhere to go. So they did the next best thing and went a little bit everywhere.

I don't think it was actually silent afterwards, but I couldn't hear shit. There was just this long, ringing period of us looking at each other, then the meat piles, then the lawn crater, then the big buckled section of yard that looked oddly like Rockies just behind us, then back to each other. 

I think I did that two or three times before I felt my shoulders start to shake a little. I was crying. Felt weird to cry and not be able to hear it. Like a tic almost, or the way your body seizes up right before you puke. 

And then I looked at his face, and I saw him mouth a single soundless word: 

Shit.

[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)

[inbabylontheywept]

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

[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.

[inbabylontheywept]

I work at a site that does radiation hardness testing on electronics. The architecture, the layout, the vibe - they’re all completely unhinged. We joke that the building is built by lead enthusiasts for lead enthusiasts but fae makes just as much sense. I’ve worked here a year and a half and I still get startled by the rhythm of nature here. Flowers bloom on the asbestos pit, then deer ear them for a week or two before the security forces chase them away on quads. Goldfish live in the water retention basin meant to put out fires from rocket testing. One entire half of the building gets covered in spiders and spiderwebs in spring, right at the same time we’re given bug nets to make it in safe from the parking lot. They’ve talked about making a net tunnel to shorten the distance we have to walk through the mosquito swarms.

It’s not really a beautiful place but I love it very much.

......suddenly struck by the idea for a piece of worldbuilding of "fae don't like iron bc it is the most stable element*"

*as in elements higher you can extract energy via fission and lower you can extract energy via fusion but iron itself there is no excess binding energy to extract at all

[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: ...

[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.