#babilun

[marsarrim]

// @babilun replied : b y e

              “ ---- eat dirt ! why are you leaving again, people were worried !”

[castgil]

casually sparkles in his older self's direction /soon/

                                  SPARKLES MORE. 

[ereshkgl-blog]

ah yes, the better aunt

                           yes, i'm absolutely the better aunt!

[ofviper-moved]

@babilun cont. 

                   BIG EYES KEEP staring at the man, a soft glow seems to radiate of him. a hand reaches out, carefully touching his head, his rosy cheeks almost the same color as hers, to her surprise the man’s head isn’t boiling up ( that means he musn’t be sick ), but it’s pleasantly warm; so without shame she slides both her hands to his cheeks. a smile, wide, head tilted to the side and eyes almost closed. “i do not think it’s that easy, maybe you should ask someone else.”

[ishtr-blog]

✧   𝔹𝕒𝕓𝕚𝕝𝕦𝕟

               ❝    gahh --  agh ! ! ARE YOU REALLY JUST GOING TO STAND THERE  &  NOT HELP ME  ?    ❞   complains Ishtar ,  the sharks rubbing up ‘pon her form , almost as if they had ENJOYED her presence . . .  maybe its fitting , a shark with sharks - either way , she hated it ! get her out !    

[tifltini]

@babilun  ;3c

[flowerconsumedmoved]

2018 meme: um how dare you /touch/ my mongrel :|a

Aʀᴀ, ᴀᴛ ʟᴇᴀsᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅɪᴅɴᴛ ᴀsᴋ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ I'ᴠᴇ ᴛᴏᴜᴄʜᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ~ ᴜꜰᴜꜰᴜꜰᴜ

[elusivemaster-moved]

BARGES IN HERE!!! "Mongrel, I heard you are refusing to gift me on this holy day? Such insolence would not be easily forgiven, however, since I am fond of you and Enkidu seems to rekindle with you, I shall forgive you under the premise that you shall gift me something amazing! Fuahahaha!"

@babilun / @tifltini

Excuse her, what?

“Ahaha....can I get you one....next year?”

No.

[marsarrim-b-blog]

"One day, you'll understand." Is what the young King would tell the boy, but sadly he didn't want to listen. He kicked, screamed, and cried out as his mother held the child back from running to his father. Though he loves his son, his heart was too numb. Enkidu was a loss that hurts so much, even the tears that he shed would never be enough to ease the numbness. "...farewell, Ur-nungal."

They have all grieved - nobody as much as the king, but the atmosphere of loss is still strong within the walls of Uruk. There is a certain silence through out the day, as if people had to get used to the idea of laughter again. It is the least obvious in the early morning hours when everyone is asleep. In those quiet moments, the world seems like it has gone back to how it used to be.

He isn’t sure why he is awake. A nightmare perhaps. He climbs out of his bed and out of his room, ready to sneak into Girin’s chambers and cuddle close to his mother ( even if she always gave him an irritated look, as if she is surprised that the child she has given life to, actually seems to like her ).

But her chamber is empty. The young boy frowns and starts his walk back to his room when he catches a glimpse of his father in the distance. He hasn’t seen the King outside for days now…

…and he quickly runs after him. He keeps a bit of a distance, not sure if he is allowed to approach him, but he wants to know where he goes. The sight of his father’s back is known and common. Broad shoulders, a king who carries the whole world. Nothing could ever change this. At least that is what Ur-Nungal always believed. But now - Gilgamesh looks broken. Humbled even as he walks through the streets.

They reach the big gate - no soldiers stands there ( later he would find out that Girin has send them all away ). She stands there, a lone silhouette awaiting the king. Ur-Nungal thinks to himself that his mother is pretty, even with those dark shadows under her eyes. But her face won’t allow any emotions as she greets the man with whom she had shared many moments with and with whom she had a child.

She bows, head low and finally the child starts to understands. Suddenly he just knows he has to hurry and he quickly runs up to his parents “Father, where are you going?” His mother looks up, staring at him in surprise… his father does not turn around.

“Mother? Where does father go?” He asks again when Gilgamesh starts walking out of the gate and into the wilderness that lies behind. He looks at her and in her brown eyes, for the very first time he finds nothing but pain. She had been composed, even when Enkidu died. She had managed things while the King grieved - her and Ninsun together. And now, for a split second, that mask crumbled.

“The king is leaving to seek something.” Ur-Nungal tilts his head to the side. He knows of his father’s adventures, but he also knows those were down with Enkidu at his side. “Who will protect him? When will he come back?” Girin sighs and her hand falls gently on his shoulder.

“He might not return, Ur-Nungal. But we must believe in him. So be a good boy and—”

She cannot finish her sentence, the woman has to quickly wrap her arms around her son as he tries to run to his father, screaming that he has to come back. That he cannot leave them alone. Or that Ur-Nungal should come along.

I know, I know I cannot replace Enkidu but… please… father !

             “Ur-Nungal ! Ur-Nungal you must calm down! Ur-Nungal compose yourself!”

                “Father —  ! Father please ! Father don’t leave ! Don’t leave me !”

He screams, even when the shadow of his father is long gone, he screams until his voice is gone and he sobs into his mother’s arms who is holding him tighter than she had ever before. He can feel her trembling. She tells him to calm down, that he has to cease childish behavior, that he cannot yell for his parents anymore. He is the crown prince and the King is gone. She carries him back to the Ziggurat and despite her words she leaves him to his tears… for this day at least.

They find the boy the next morning up on the wall, waiting for his father’s return. A habit he would not stop with until the day of his coronation when he has already reached adulthood.

// @babilun .

[ardenssolis]

Gilgamesh has the smuggest looking face on him. "Be at ease, Sun King. Your time to shine in that stadium will come soon." Hands him a cheeseburger.

     ❝TRUE, TRUE. I WILL be patient. For now, I shall enjoy the excitement of your grand event.❞ He happily accepted that cheeseburger, the Pharaoh quite fond of these greasy treats that people in this era seemed so fond of. Sitting beside his fellow ruler, he would watch these battles and enjoy the general atmosphere. Besides, Gilgamesh seemed quite pleased himself. Oh what a good mood the King of Heroes had been as of late. That in itself was a good thing for everyone. 

[magusdefleurs]

merlin: follow me gil: i refuse.

[marsarrim]

Points and laughs at.

    “…” he turns around, sighing “ —– mother ! father is trying to be ‘hip’ again by acting young, please come and scold him !” see this is why he won’t prepare a gift for you, gilgamesh !

                           “...it’s nice to have you back though, dad.”

// @babilun .

[ibadouji]

babilun replied to your post: sometimes i sit quietly in my room, playing video...

I KNOW I’M AMAZING LIKE THAT

[liegeborn-a]

"Fuahaha! Brace yourself, I won't go easy on you simply because you're loved by all of these Servants!"

                      she'll look down at her hand that adorned her command seals.  yea, she's punched goetia before and did a good amount of damage, she has no fear right now. // @babilun

[ofviper-moved]

"FUAHAHA, DO YOU MISS ME!?" The Golden King has brought milk chocolate from New York for his beloved sister.

                    JUMPING AT THE sudden loudness of a voice so near, the babylonian queen can’t help the glare from her face as she turns towards the deity. she had grown accustomed to the quiet and peace the last few days, even enjoyed each second of silence -- but, “it was unusually quiet, perhaps i did.” to disappoint the king of heroes and have him pout constantly would be worse than his overly bold tone. and maybe the promise of luxerious food brightened her mood.

[leorexfilius]

babilun started following you

oh no the gawain fucker is here