#ft: jon

[comicsfromtheburrow]

Hello!

We are The Burrow, aka Helios - it/rot - 21

A few of us have wanted to doodle things that are system related, so we figured we would make a sketch diary! Will likely contain some headspace shenanigans or just silly doodles alongside actual diary posts.

We are a traumagen system of unknown number [at least 100+], though there are about 12 of us that are around often. We tend to come in groups. We are very fictive heavy, it is rare for us to find brainmades.

The colors and small info's abt some of our most frequent fronters. Though more will show up.

Not sure how often this will be updated as we tend to lose track of time easily, but we will try to doodle things at least once a week

[incorrectjonsansa]

Tormund: Okay, that's enough! No more talking about Sansa Stark!

Jon: But you told me to get it out of my system...

Tormund: I had no idea how much you had in your system!

[incorrectjonsansa]

Robb: Have you proposed yet?

Jon: Technically, no, but in my head, we have three kids and a farm.

[incorrectjonsansa]

Sam: You keep hugging Sansa when she’s upset.

Sam: Next thing you know, she’s going to fall in love with you. Is that what you want?

Jon: [scoffing] Is that what I want.

Tormund, loudly from across the room: Yes.

[incorrectjonsansa]

Jon: Why are we laying in the courtyard?

Arya: You slipped during sword training and hit your head. You were knocked unconscious.

Arya: So I laid down next to you so Sansa would think we were just chillin’.

[incorrectjonsansa]

[after getting in a fight with Sansa]

Jon: Fuck Sansa.

Sam, in a monotone, not looking up from his book: Yes, fuck Sansa. I think you'd both like that.

[incorrectjonsansa]

Jon: We're just going to take it slow. Sansa and I don't want to rush into anything.

Also Jon, pulling out a ring: I got this two weeks after we started dating.

[incorrectjonsansa]

Jon: And how exactly will you stop me?

Arya: I'll tell Sansa.

Jon: ... Goddammit.