Shoutout to my IG followers who also had no idea what colors to pick for this drawing, the poll was practically a tie between all 4 options. Yall are just like me‼️‼️‼️‼️

So. This. Beholding huh. Explains the eye motifs on fanart I’ve seen and they’re fun to draw in general but I’m still so LOST

I’m on MAG 100 and I’m losing it is it just a compilation of odd erratic tapes driving the point in that yeah Jon’s Compel thing really does it’s job well or ?? Some sort of cahoots?? THEY JUST ?? Idk decked him or smth AND THEN NOT A WORD IN THE NEXT EP AT ALL?? WHATS WITH THE PERSON AND THE BAT? NOISES AT YHE END

I have a road trip tmrw/today its 1am I’m just going to sit there in the car head in hands listening to the Halloween special and imagine everyone happy + I’m working on drawing ow ow wrong hand wrong hand… he’s so silly… justa. Guy… + my tablet decided to not function this morning and I got so scared and drew some Martin that I’ll try digitalize he’s so fun to draw oughhh….

do you think maester luwin and jon had a cressen-stannis relationship. like 'jon, my sad sullen boy, son i never had, dont you know i have cared for you, how i have loved you, etc etc'

jon?

Something is different, but he cannot be quite sure what, exactly.

Everything is… more linear than it was Before. He still Knows, quite in a way like he did Before, but it is finite, clear, manmade. It does not come from fear, but curiosity. A wide web of knowledge, rattling around in the dark of him, and what even is dark to a thing that cannot perceive it? A lack, perhaps, an unbeing, a noticable absence where there should be merely an ordinary kind of nothing.

He has a voice. And there is something he desperately, desperately needs to say, but there are no words that are his own, and every sentence he speaks he borrows, and they are each one of them painted with fear and confusion and loneliness and huntedness and a watchful eye.

He is also not alone, never alone. There are voices all around him, nice ones, chatting, making tea, fighting, changing, and only some voices stay the same, have been the same since… well, since when? Since when has he been… like this? It gets hard to think like this, sometimes – to assign a point in time to a moment and to file them away together. A collection of information, disorganised, lost, confused, perhaps deliberately so. It feels achingly familiar.

And sometimes, he hears something like himself speak in a different voice, even when he does not talk. And even though the words are borrowed too, taken from throats and fingers to be forgotten, they feel like coming home, simply because they were said in that soft, cruel tone. A familiar melody, slipping through wires and speakers and programmes like it was made for this, but it wasn’t, was it? It might’ve been.

And this brings him comfort, of course it does, except he must be trapped, right? Because why can he not say his own words, when he has so many of them? He is not lonely, but he is alone with the thoughts he cannot voice, the words that have no mouth, the things that cannot be said. It hasn't always been like that, has it?

Something is different Now from how it was Before, at least. He Knows everything, but he knows nothing of truth, and knows nothing at all, but the difference to What Was seems clear, in a clumsy, calculated way. Something is hiding, quite badly, behind a blurred vision that he does not have, behind lines of numbers and letters, running for its life through old wires. He knows it lingers, he knows it is there. He just cannot make it out quite yet.

Can you share some jon headcanons? I'm curious to hear your thoughts about him!!

ohohoHOHO you’ve opened a (distortion) door that should’ve been kept locked:

- he’s chronically ill, and refuses to use any helping hand like a walking cane on days where his joints physically refuse to work because “i can’t let my coworkers lose respect for me”

- respect has always been a big thing for him because his grandmother was extremely old school when raising him and she drilled respecting everyone into his head while growing up (not to mention the only adults he saw were her friends who were also elderly so he was always described as “such a proper young boy”)

- HORRIBLE at handling his alcohol. he refused every post-work drinking invite tim would try to drag him to

- he does the mom thing when someone tries to show him something on their phone. he puts on his glasses and squints and leans back and he’s just so confused

- wore glasses s1-s3, and after the coma he just stopped needing them

- despite his attempts to be respected, tim has a blackboard in the break room that’s labeled “cat jon” and a list of everything they’ve seen jon do that resembles a cat. stretched like a cat. jumped like a cat in shock when tim laughs loud. constantly grumpy (like a cat). post-s4 he straight up just lives in the archives and sleeps there, tim walks in on him curled up on himself, asleep. like a cat. and lets just say there was a new bullet point on the list that afternoon.

- he hates halloween. even pre-institute he just found it so stupid and he hates getting ugly kids knocking on his door. in fact he just hates all holidays. he’s a grinch. georgie used to make him go to all these uni parties because if not she knew he would lock himself in his room forever.

- he wants to be organized. key word: wants. he cannot for the life of him keep his stuff organized. it’s a mess but he knows where everything is, ya know? problem: copious amounts of stress can mess up memory. throughout the story he just. forgets. where everything is.

- post s4 he has to actively remind himself to blink

- horrible sneezing habits. he sneezes like a father, and the first time he sneezed in the archives martin was walking past him with tea and flinched so hard he spilt it all over himself (jon used that to further his point of martins incompetence)

- he can cook. if forced to. or in dire situations. his oven has been untouched since his rented his apartment with the sole exception of boiling water for tea (he got a kettle a week later cause he couldn’t be arsed.)

it didn't stay in my leg because of some ghostly master plan, it stayed because I wanted it. / I wanted to do it, it felt good, but at least I know I can stop, I just don't know how I... I don't want to stop. / (you'd never known anything different) because I never wanted to. etc etc. I think I'm going to explode.

Home from work. Time to think about that one AU in my head where Martin runs a tea cafe + has like cozy magic that makes everything taste good and when he's not serving patrons he's setting traps for the black cat that KEEPS EATING HIS VEGETABLES in his little walled in garden behind the cafe and getting away with it! The cat thinks it's sooooo clever but Martin has thumbs! He'll get the bastard eventually! and also the Cat is Jonathan Sims the Archimage (big important) that just decided one day he wanted to no longer deal with people so he cursed himself into a cats form and just. Left his big wizard tower. And now he's nibbling Martin's tomatoes as a stray.

JONATHAN ARCHIVIST SIMS THEY WILL NEVER MAKE ME HATE YOU

Yeah, the whole thing on bio kids and adopted kids and the approach towards legacy is really gross. Especially since it obvious that DC is trying to have their cake and eat it too. All those stories about found family with adopted kids gets thrown out the window the instant a bio kid shows up. Cass can't be Batman because that's reserved for Damian, Chris Kent is removed as Superman's son and becomes evil when he shows up again, etc.

It's especially weird with Damian in my opinion. because i feel like sometimes DC really markets him as the heir and bruces "real" son but also they keep behind the scenes trying to make him evil or just doing the weirdest shit imaginable there. Then there is shit like DCeased that make him Batman that are awful and also ship him with cassie sandsmark. this whole "bio kid problem" started with Damian yeah but with the Damian story it had something to say. When Damian(10 and traumatized) kept trying to prove himself as the real son the point was that he was wrong. and his journey in healing and stuff made him into a healthier person and also made him not want to be batman. I think DC really saw damian and was like oh man we should do a bio legacy character(completely ignoring any of the damian nuance) and made Jon Kent which... yeah. I'm not super into a lot of the superfam fandom but of my mutuals/pals that are I've seen that a lot of them don't like the lasting affect Jon has had on the superfam( and also HATE the erasure of Chris Kent)

This mixed with the now revealed Trinity leads to my main problem which is DC's marketing of these characters. With playing into them inheriting their parents legacies, and centering them as succesors ignoring like... everybody else.

enough end of the world/multiverse collision/extreme high stakes events in comics. more hijinks please. you know what i wanna see? i wanna see krypto find a lady dog friend and have puppies, and the inherent shenanigans involved in trying desperately to raise a litter of PUPPIES with SUPERPOWERS on your farm in kansas. where is the action comics arc where the main plotline is clark flying desperately back to the barn with an armful of wiggly little creatures, yelling "KON GRAB THAT ONE HE KEEPS TRYING TO FLY TO CALIFORNIA--" while another puppy eagerly chews through his cape. jon is not helping he's just very enthusiastically petting another puppy. ma kent is openly laughing at them. krypto is so proud of himself

Woahhawahhhh

Tumblr compression is KILLING ME so I have a link to a lossless version of each

I work hard

I deadm

WAS ARTHUR TALKING TO HIMSELF THIS WHOLE TIME???? I THOUGHT HE WAS TALKING IN HIS INNER THOUGHTS WTF DO YOU MEAN HE'S ACTUALLY HAVING FULL ON CONVERSATIONS WITH HIMSELF?????

The first of 7 planned batches, can't wait to see more cards come and go

As a Jon Snow stan, I love love love the theories about the Targs literally sharing some part of their dna with dragons and the Starks literally sharing some dna with the Others. Then Jon would lowkey be part dragon and part Other. Like that’s a THOUSAND TIMES COOLER than him sitting on some silly pointy chair

Oh my god statement remains ;0;

Whatever Cersei had thought of Sansa Stark, she’s all grown up now. The twittering bird has become a honey-tongued snake. A capable snake: capable enough to convince her own brother to give her the chance to kill him. [Joffrey decides to teach Sansa Stark a lesson in gratitude. Sansa learns something else altogether.]

READ THE SEVENTH CHAPTER ON AO3!