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TROUTS IN PAJAMAS.

Here are the doodles I had for the female Jon/Visenya comic idea

At first it was going to include her watching Cat with little Rob-Cat hearing the staff rumor about Ashara Dayne..which if Jon ( was named for Jon Arryn right?)had been a woman I could Imagine Ned choosing to call her Ashara since she meant something to him once and it would help cover his tracks.

Cat confronting Ned and Ash. and Rob overhearing. Her secretly fighting in the woods and Ned catching her.

Adult Fem/jon

The only thing I liked about the second season of the alienist was that it made me read this fantastic book. I absolutely adore Sara’s character in the books and these are some of the expressions that I just had to draw.

The first one is from chapter 41, Sara being ironic just before shit goes down.

The second one is from chapter 14, Sara realizing that no woman would be able to do something like that.

The third one is from chapter 21, I think my sister was able to summarize that chapter perfectly: “Laszlo you dumb shit”

“Following the demise of my engagement to Julia Pratt I had one night gotten more than a little drunk, decided that all women held by society to be beauties were in fact demons, and asked Sara to marry me. Her answer was to take me in a cab to the Hudson River and throw me in.”

What a good day to remember that Sara throwing John into the river is canon. Of course, I like to imagine she just picked him up from the cab like it’s nothing and yeeted him into the water, but that’s just me.

Hope sat on the throne in the throne room. Her makeshift crone sat crookedly on her head. Holding a plastic wand in her hand and pointing at anyone, that walks by, and shouting.

“Off with their heads!” As if she were the Red Queen from Alice in Wonderland. “What does her majesty need?” One of the servants ask looking at the four year old.

“I’d like a-I-I want a-a coloring book.” She asked, and the servant smiled and nodded. “Of course.” They said, and went to retrieve a coloring book.

Hope sat on the throne her leggings kicking back and forth in the air. “Hope.” Morpheus said, seeing his daughter on the throne.

“Daddy!” She shouted, getting off the throne and running towards her father.

“What’re you doing little dove?” He asked, as he scooped her up into his arms and she smiled.

“I’m ruling over the Dreaming for you.” She says, and he looked at her letting out a soft chuckle.

“I wanted to help.” She says, and he couldn’t help but smile walking towards his throne and sitting down. His daughter sitting on his lap.

“That’s very sweet of you dove, but I don’t need any help.” He says. Her cheeks puff and she looks down making a pouty face.

“But, I do need your help making something special.” He says, and she looks up at him.

“With what?” She asks.

“Something for your mother. I want to make her something special but I don’t know what.” He says, and she looks at him. Hope sat there on his lap her tongue sticking out of her mouth, as she began to think.

God, it was so adorable when she thought how her tongue would stick out of her mouth. She’s so much like her mother. Then the servant brought the coloring book, and it was as if a lightbulb went off in her little head.

She took the coloring book and began to draw a picture of her family. (Y/n) and Morpheus, as well her mother’s growing belly. “Give her this.” She says, holding it up to her father.

“A picture?” He asks, and she shakes her head, “No daddy, a huge picture.” She says, and he smiles looking down at his daughter.