Back in season 1 Beelzebub looked nervous, not excited for battle, when Dagon was encouraging the troops.
In season 2 they say, "Most of my demons live for Armageddon, if you can call that living".
Beelzebub as the disillusioned revolutionary who failed to foresee the consequences of their rebellion and failed to prevent the new system from becoming as rotten as the old one, but who still feels responsible for their demons, and who is feeling stuck and guilty? 🤌
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REM DRIVE START!!
save me dreams of estorra, save me…
this was supposed to be nothing more than a sketch but it turned into a half-rendered piece so here’s my humble sacrifice to aphblr’s brainworms 🤲
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stark succession crisis is so funny. robb dead. bran and rickon publicly dead. arya married to ramsay but that’s jeyne. sansa the only actual fully alive public facing stark but also she’s disappeared now. jon bastard and married to the wall.
by laws of succession bran should be heir but only the mountain clansmen know he’s alive. northerners are trying to get rickon on the throne, dont know bran is alive, also trying to save fake arya. LSH, maege and galbart know jon was made robb’s heir. robb didnt know half his siblings were still alive. howland knows jon is a targ. stannis said he’d make jon lord of winterfell. petyr thinks sansa is heir. ramsay married fake arya and now theon is telling fake arya to keep up the pretence or stannis will just kill them both. jon will know fake arya is fake so where is real arya. real arya fucked off to braavos and due to trauma and cults is trying to induce dissociative identity disorder so really is anyone real arya. none of them know whos alive and whos dead. and benjen is also there maybe?
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Alex: It’s tiny, so I guess it was a short tour-.. I’ve gotta share this bed with my dad, but I don’t really mind, he’s like a free hot water bottle.
[Robin grinned; he liked this place, it was cosy, and unique]
Alex: You oughta wear a mini whiteboard around your neck or something, that way you could “talk”.
[Robin squinted with amusement, shaking his head, he was weird enough already]
Alex: Guess it’d look kinda funky…
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Alex: Oh! This is my friend, Amber-.. except I don’t know if she’s a girl or not…
[Robin watched the girl peer into the enclosure, unsure whether she felt guilty or comforted by Amber’s presence]
Alex: It’s obvious I don’t have many friends, huh?
[Robin sucked his bottom lip briefly and shrugged, he wasn’t one to talk-.. even if he could]
Alex: We move around a lot and live in weird places like this, so…
[Robin nodded slightly, assuming it’d be hard to make friends if you were never in one place for too long]
Alex: Do you have many friends?
[Robin shook his head]
Alex: Can’t imagine it’d be easy if you don’t talk to folk.
[Robin laughed, immediately feeling self-conscious as he felt a wave of giddiness emanate from the girl whose name he couldn’t ask for. He wished he’d just said something at the beginning, then there wouldn’t be this weird pressure for him to say something-.. a simmering intrigue surround his silence. Why didn’t he speak? What might he sound like?]
Alex: I think I saw snakes n’ ladders somewhere, if you wanna play?
[Robin glanced at the pink hue of the clouds and lifted his sleeve to tap his watch, it’d be dinnertime soon]
Alex: You should totally stay a bit longer!
[Alex grinned at Robin, though it soon faded as he hopped to his feet; she seemed perturbed by the fact that her suggestion had apparently been ignored, as if he wasn’t supposed to disagree with her]
Alex: Oh, uhm-.. okay, but maybe we could hang out again before you go?
[Robin nodded fervently; he’d like that]
Alex: I’m Alex, by the way.
[Robin grabbed his camera and showed Alex the small sticker stuck beneath; she squinted as she read: Robin Finch]
Alex: You’re named after two types of bird?
[Robin nodded with a smirk, wishing he could explain that all three of his siblings were too. Perhaps he should get a whiteboard, at least a tiny one he could fit in his pocket-.. he didn’t want to wear one round his neck like an idiot]
Alex: Five more days, right?
[Robin nodded]
Alex: Okay, bird boy.. I’ll call for you!
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