Daenerys Targaryen: At this point, it’s just bad story-telling
The most important element of GRRM’s style of story-telling is that it follows certain key monomythic structures of story-telling, which form the heart of a good story. This structure is not followed for everyone - arguably, there are less than ten characters for whom Martin has painstakingly wrought a full arc.
Here is Dan Harmon’s (creator of Rick and Morty, [Adult Swim]) explanation of how he uses it, as mentioned on his blog (link to his tumblr included)[btw, this is a great read, and is the first part of a series about how to plot out a good story. If you’re an author, or aspiring, I highly recommend checking it out.]
Draw a circle and divide it in half vertically.
Divide the circle again horizontally.
Starting from the 12 o clock position and going clockwise, number the 4 points where the lines cross the circle: 1, 3, 5 and 7.
Number the quarter-sections themselves 2, 4, 6 and 8.
Here we go, down and dirty:
. A character is in a zone of comfort, . But they want something. . They enter an unfamiliar situation, . Adapt to it, . Get what they wanted, . Pay a heavy price for it, . Then return to their familiar situation, . Having changed.
He summarizes it something like this. I think.
Hero - Want - Go - Fight - Get - Suffer - Return - Changed
There are the obvious characters for whom this arc has been granted - Jon and Daenerys and Tyrion and Arya.
And there are the less obvious ones - Theon, Sansa, Jaime, Sandor, Sam, and yes, even Cersei.
Now, the books and the show aren’t complete, butwith the prevalence of so many parallel plotlines, they move back and forth within this circle repeatedly.
Here’s Jon’s first arc, for instance - he is safe in Winterfell, he wants to be a knight, he goes to the Wall, he becomes a brother, he realizes the Wall is manned by criminals and unwanted sons, he is horribly disillusioned, he realizes he can never go back.
Here’s another arc - he wants to prove himself, he goes beyond the Wall with the Halfhand’s party, he gets captured by the wildlings, he murders Qhorin to gain their acceptance, he betrays Ygritte, he returns to the Wall, broken-hearted.
Fast-forward to the show canon - he wants to take back Winterfell, he leaves the Wall with Sansa after having won repeatedly against the wildings and established himself as a notable commander, he fails to recruit the Northern Houses, he assembles an army, he watches Rickon be murdered, he loses to the Boltons and is saved by Sansa, he returns to Winterfell.
Between arc 1, and arc 3, there is a larger arc at play - when he is at Winterfell he’s deeply dissatisfied with his social status, so he leaves Winterfell to become a ‘black knight’, he adapts to the Night’s Watch, he becomes a leader, he loses his lover, his father, his family, his brothers, he becomes the Lord Commander, he returns to Winterfell as King, but now with no ambition except keeping his people alive and safe.
This. This is good storytelling.
This is what makes Jon Snow such a compelling figure. Because he fucking suffers, and it affects him.
It alters him.
It makes him a better man, a better friend, a better commander.
This does not happen with Daenerys.
If anything, her arc is in reverse.
Look at her first arc - she starts off in a terrible position, she is raped, repeatedly, by her husband, and abused emotionally and physically by her brother (let’s just go with show canon, since GRRM apparently green-lit this nonsense). Clearly, not a position of comfort or safety, but it goes some way in establishing her as a sympathetic character.
Her ascent cycle begins - she seduces her husband, sidelines her brother and watches him die, becomes a Khaleesi in her own right, has her husband promise her to take back Westeros.
(Note at this point this she’s enabling slavery - the Dothraki trade in slaves. Dany personally is served by three slaves. The Lhazareen women she ‘saves’ she does so by taking in as her personal slaves. But there’s plenty of metas about Dany’s White Saviour trope. You don’t need mine.)
(Note also, that she is perfectly happy for her husband’s horde to rain havoc, bloodshed and destruction on her own country. At no point does this trouble her, that if the Dothraki cross the Narrow Sea, the women that will be raped, the men that will be murdered, the children that will be orphaned - they will be her subjects. But there’s metas aplenty on this as well, Dany’s all-consuming lust for power. You really don’t need mine.)
When Drogo dies, and her baby dies - she suffers, yes, for about the span of five minutes. She loses the khal, and replaces it with? Dragons.
She suffers what, in the universe this story is set in, amounts to, at best, a MINOR SETBACK, and has this addressed by gaining MYTHICAL WEAPONS OF MASS DESTRUCTION.
This is Daenerys’ arc, (along with the most vocal, popular reactions)
So, she starts off low (awww), becomes a Khaleesi, (yay!), loses her rapist, destructive, murderous husband, (…awww), becomes a Mother of Dragons, (YAY!) advances onto Astapor, (YAY!) gains a slave army, (YAY!) marches on to Yunkai (YAY!), loses Jorah, (…aw.), conquers Meereen (YAY!) destroys the economies of three cities, (…) does nothing except throw a fit when Barristan is murdered by the Sons (…) is almost murdered by the Sons of the Harpy (..awww??) saved by Drogon (YAY!) taken by the Khals to Vaes Dothrak (awww) murders the Khals, and burns their most important religious site to the ground, to free herself from being sold into slavery* (YAY!) sails to Westeros. (YAY!) with three mythical, all-powerful weapons of destruction (YAY!)
*Oh, the fucking irony.
And so her character stays within the same loop of -
Arrive at new place.
Intimidate via dragon.
Murder those who get in her way.
Instate herself as Queen.
Rage when the people refuse to accept her.
Astapor, when she cannot actually afford to buy the Unsullied:
Yunkai, when the City sends a diplomat:
Meereen, at the fighting pits:
Slaver’s Bay, after Tyrion’s peace talks fail and the Cities’ economies are on the verge of collapse:
The sheer profusion of victories accorded to her character is frankly insane.
She never loses anyone she cares about, because she cares about no one. She says it herself. Over, and over. Westeros isn’t a country, a people, a culture. It is reduced, for her, to a pointy chair, and the legacy of her mad, murderous ancestors.
If the smallfolk must die, let them. If the soldiers must die, let them. If the Lords must die, let them.
She’s callous to the point of psychopathy, and so, I repeat.
Even Cersei, arguably the series primary remaining antagonist has suffered far worse than the woman they’re pushing as the Saviour-Hero.
Cersei loses her father, loses all three of her children, watches her son die in her arms, is tortured in a dungeon, is made to parade naked through the streets of her own city, is heaped with literal excrement and abuse and the kind of horror that would break anyone.
Sansa loses her father, her mother, her oldest brother, her youngest brother, she is beaten and humiliated in front of her peers, subjected to Petyr’s advances, repeatedly beaten and raped by Ramsay Bolton, forced to look at her Father’s decapitated head, forced to look at her ally in Winterfell, dead and skinned bypassed by the Northern Lords for her bastard brother even though her efforts turned the tide of a war Jon Snow lost.
Jaime loses his father, is betrayed by his brother, who joins the enemy, loses all three of his children, watches his daughter die in his arms, loses his sword hand, is tortured by brigands, is called Kingslayer for saving a city from burning to the ground.
I could go on, but the point is this -
Daenerys has lost nothing. Daenerys has gained everything.
If she survives this story, if she initiates the Targaryen Restoration, if she takes the Iron Throne easily, not only does it devalue the entire point of A Song of Ice and Fire, it is a step backward for the story - a series that has devoted itself to destroying fantasy tropes, deconstructing human ambition, and reminding us, again and again and again, that the most important battles are the ones that fought in our hearts.
It is a betrayal on a scale that spans two decades of ambitious, brilliant, life-changing work.
It reduces the worth of everything they’ve constructed so far.
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Hey all! I’m sure you’ve heard of this new webcomic called 17776, as it’s been spreading around like a wildfire due to its Homestuck-reminiscent style and tone thus far, and that’s what i’m here to talk about today.
More specifically, I’m here to talk about Nancy McGunnel.
Nancy McGunnel is introduced to us readers in the first chapter of 17776, when we first begin following the football game # 3887. She is introduced via a small group of reporters who are trying to follow the game and talk to each other about (relatively) recent events, getting us readers used to the setting, and we witness Nancy running full-tilt, football in hand, into a tornado and up into the air as a tactical play in the game. Before she actually goes up into the tornado, though, the webpage hands us some of her game stats.
This stat board tells us her height, weight, etc., and goes on to tell us she started playing in 16003 for Milwaukee, and from then to 16016 she does rather well before retiring for 1744 years to help her daughter run a general store. In 17760, she un-retires to rejoin ‘country football’ and now plays for Wyoming, and she doesn’t appear to be playing as well as she had for Milwaukee.
The next page, Pioneer 10 explains to Pioneer 9 that on April 7th, 2026, the human population count utterly stagnated - people stopped being born, dying, and aging. This tells us that everyone on Earth, barring probably new scars, lost limbs, weight loss/gain, change in muscle mass, and other such forced physical change, is exactly as they were the day of April 7th, 2026. People in the prime of their life still are now, people in the range of having “midlife crises” , people who were babies at the time still are(which raises one heck of a question about mental aging that I’m not getting into today), et cetera.
The aforementioned stat board also tells us that Nancy was born 5/2/1953. Since this in-story info is based in America, land of silly nonsense and stubborn asshats like myself, we can probably assume that America has not changed its ways in how it treats dates, and thus 5/2/1953 means May 2nd, 1953. (I realize this is semantics, but hey, in for a dime, in for a dollar.)
Nancy is nearly seventy-three years old.
I’ll say it again: Nancy is nearly seventy-three years old.
Now, knowing this information, go back to where we read the stat board, and imagine. Imagine this elderly woman, truckin’ it toward the goal line. Imagine her making all of those attempts, probably regularly getting into legendary dogpiles, to get the ball, or to keep it. Imagine her squirreling it away from her shocked opponents, dumbfounded that a lady her age had just snatched victory from the tips of their fingers and is now running across the country to make her hundredth touchdown. Imagine it when we witness her hoofing it, beaten-up and abused football clutched in her wrinkled hands, straight toward a tornado that has clearly already picked up some person’s house and is flinging it in circles and will have absolutely no problem doing the same to her.
But Nancy doesn’t care. Why would she? She’s not gonna die, and she has glory to re-attain from having lost it since her last game!
here are a few facts about the boys:
~Jack Robert Avery~
•He is 18 years old
•He was born on July 1st, 1999 (Cancer)
•He is the second oldest of 4
•He has three sisters (Isla Stanford, Ava Stanford, Sydnie Avery)
•He was born in Burbank, California but quickly moved to Susquehanna, Pennsylvania before he reached the age 1.
•He grew a fan base on his amazing piano and guitar skills.
•oh and his cute face
•He went on tour, IMPACT, along with Zach Herron and Corbyn Besson.
•Jack is known as the renaissance man in the band.
•He skateboards and plays basketball.
•His parents are divorced; he lives with his mom
•His dad remarried a Portuguese woman but then later divorced her. (dont ask why I know this)
•His older sister Syd, has her own clothing line and it’s freaking cute (sweetgirlco.com)
•His hair was originally straight but he permed it.
• He has an ex-girlfriend named Paige
~Zachary Dean Herron~
•He is 16
•He was born on May 27, 2001 (Gemini)
•He is the youngest member of WDW
•He was born and raised in Dallas, Texas.
•A video of him singing “Stitches” went viral, having over 10 million views.
• He gained a lot of followers on his Instagram and YouTube channel by posting his own covers.
•He is the oldest of his other siblings (Ryan and Reese)
•He’s an older, cuter, hit-puberty version of Jacob Sartorius.
•He released two singles in 2016, Timelapse and Why.
•He went on tour, IMPACT, accompanied with Corbyn Besson and Jack Avery.
•He’s got these red cheeks that are frickin adorable
•His mom is asian and his dad is white. (?)
•His dad supposedly makes the best breakfast burritos
•He also loves those egg things w/ the mustard in it.
~Daniel James Seavey~
•He is 18 years old
•He was born on April 2nd, 1999 (Aries)
•He has three other siblings (Anna, Tyler, Chris)
•He is from Vancouver, Washington
•He appeared on the show, American Idol, season 14 and made it to top 9
•He was the youngest contestant on that season
•He impressed Jennifer Lopez right away with his young age and talent.
•After losing the show, he turned to YouTube to post covers and collabs w/ Lovey James.
•His father and him would play music on the streets of Portland.
•Whenever he smiles, the earth quakes and the girls’ knees wobble.
•He freaking loves watermelon
•Apparently he has pure hatred for stuffing
•He’s crafty and artistic.
•He plays too many instruments, I can’t even count that high
~Corbyn Matthew Besson~
•He is 18 years old
•He was born on November 25, 1998 (Sagittarius)
•He is from Texas but later on moved to Virginia
•He has 2 other siblings (Ashley and Jordan)
•He’s currently dating Christina Marie (YouTube/YouNow star) @beautychickee
•His fave ice cream flavor is mint chocolate chip (my fave!)
•He’s the king at roasting people
•He’s aesthetic af
•Christina and him are goals
•He went on the IMPACT tour with Jack Avery and Zach Herron
•He dropped a single on iTunes called “The Only One”
•He has a YouTube channel where he posts a lot of his song covers
•He gained over 100,000 followers on YouNow
~Jonah Marais Roth Frantzvich~
•He’s 19 years old
•He was born on June 16, 1998 (Gemini)
•He is the oldest member of WDW
•He is from Stillwater, Minnesota
•He has two other siblings (Esther Grace & Zebulon)
•He was on the DigiTour 2014
•He gained a mass following on YouNow
•He owns a cute farm
•His hometown is so old fashion and flipping gorgeous
•He’s known as the foodie of the band.
•He put out an EP “When The Daylights Gone”
•He used to play baseball
•He loves to post about potatoes
•He got signed to “26” by Chad Grier (Nash & Hayes’s father)
•He gets underrated in the band but honestly he deserves all the love in the world :)
•In his farm, he has a chicken named Daisy
•There’s a tattoo on his upper arm of (i think) a duck.
I hope this helped! I made this post for anyone who’s new to the fandom or for the people who just wants to know them better. These are just a few facts I have gathered about the boys. If anyone wants to add a little facts to this feel free!
Happy Mother’s Day, lovelies! It was hard not to get carried away with this one. ;)
For @maerynn-blog, who is yet another awesomely talented member of this community. If you haven’t already, go read her stuff!!!
“What do you want?” Marinette asked, inching her way along the wall,
wary step by wary step, leading him away from the crowd outside the
theater. She kept her eyes on the akuma who’d called himself simply
Dorian, as her mind ran in circles. She desperately needed to get away
to transform, but as long as she kept his attention on her, he wasn’t
hurting anyone else.
“Oh, my, you are lovely,” Dorian cooed appreciatively, ignoring her question as he slowly stalked after her.
“But I’m not, not really.”
“False humility,” he scoffed, his fists clenching angrily. “Look at
you, the very picture of youth and beauty, and you spout false
humility. You’re just like that sniveling upstart who thinks he’s good
enough for my role.”
“What are you talking about? What do you want with me?”
“With you? Nothing,” Dorian sneered, raising the mirror clutched in his hand. “But from you? I will take your youth, you lovely little liar. You don’t deserve it!”
“Marinette!” A familiar pair of arms wrapped her in an
equally familiar embrace, and lifted her just as a bright flash of light
lit the alley. He flinched, but his hold on her didn’t waver. He
simply extended his staff to launch them into the air, and vaulted away
from the akuma.
“Chat? Are you okay? Were you hit?”
“I’m fine.” He landed briefly on a rooftop, and shifted her to his
back. “Just hold on to me, so I can get you somewhere safe.”
Marinette wrapped her arms around his neck, and held on as he made
his way towards her balcony. She considered trying to convince him to
put her down closer to the site of the attack, but knew from past
experience that it was pointless. He would take her home, where he
thought she’d be safe, he’d say something about Ladybug taking care of
things until he got back, and then he’d leave her to return to the
fight. He couldn’t know that he was actually carrying Ladybug away from
the fight, and he never seemed to notice that she would always arrive after he did in those instances.
He landed lightly on her balcony, and Marinette released him to slide
from his back. Except that the ground was farther away than it should
have been, and she stumbled in surprise.
“Whoa there, you alright?” He steadied her with a hand on her waist, and bent to look at her face worriedly.
“Yeah, yeah I’m fine,” she replied, looking up to meet his eyes. “I
just—Chat?” It was dark, so it was kind of hard to see, but he
definitely looked different.
“What? What’s wrong?”
“Come here, I need to see you.” She took his hand and tugged him after her, toward the trap door into her room.
“Marinette, is this really the time…?”
“Yes!” She climbed down into her room, and he followed reluctantly.
“You took that hit for me, didn’t you? I thought we got away in time,
but I think he did something to you.”
She flipped on her light and turned to look at him, fearing the worst, and stared.
What she saw was not the worst. He hadn’t been disfigured
in any way, and he hadn’t been entirely robbed of his youth—both of
which had been distinct possibilities, considering what that irate actor
had been going on about. But he had been aged.
Delightfully, deliciously aged.
He still had the same wild green eyes, the same riotous hair, the
same beautiful mouth. But he’d gotten noticeably taller, his shoulders
noticeably wider, and he’d gained significantly in muscle mass. Almost
in a daze, Marinette stepped closer to trail trembling fingers from a
cheekbone that was more pronounced, to a hard jaw that was covered in
“Marinette?” He whispered uncertainly. “What’s wrong?”
She blinked, and looked up into his eyes, surprised again by his
unfamiliar height. She licked her lips, and her hand fell.
“You’re…older, I think.”
“Yeah?” He caught her small hand in his now much larger one. His
eyes had dipped to her mouth at the movement of her tongue, and the slit
pupils dilated. He stepped closer still, forcing her to look even
farther up to maintain eye contact, and smirked. “Do I age well?”
She laughed breathlessly, blushing. “Do you really have to ask?”
“I guess not,” he murmured. “But I wanted your answer anyway.”
“You’re—God, you’re beautiful, Chat. If this is what you’re going to grow into…”
He leaned in toward her, and Marinette felt her eyes begin to slide
closed—until a particularly forceful thump from the small purse at her
hip recalled her to herself.
She jumped back, pulling her fingers from his grasp. “I-I shouldn’t keep you. The akuma—”
His eyes widened almost comically, and she knew that he’d forgotten, too. “Merde,
I have to go. Stay here, where you’ll be safe.” He turned and put
one foot on the ladder to her loft bed, paused for a moment, and then
turned back to take her face in his hands and press a quick, hot kiss to
her mouth. “Later, Princess.” Then he was up the ladder and out the
door, while she still stood rooted to the floor in her bedroom, staring
after him until a red blur flew in front of her face.
“Mar-in-ette! We have to go!”
She shook herself, and focused on the anxious kwami, determined to put freaking out on hold until after the akuma had been dealt with. Except…
Or y’know, end up like this blank, hypnotized, good boy here.
Maybe I should reintroduce myself, if you’ve forgotten who am I already, or just visit and access the story before this one: “Sorry, What?” Link
This piece of meat is an exchange student from Canada, carrying some sort of scholarship that gave him a free ride along with all facilities paid for. School System has him bearing the name William Red, which kind of has a nice ring to it. And for you to get the whole story, we will start at the top.
It was 6PM, and there weren’t a lot of guys and gals in the gym, possibly because it was crunch time. The gym barely had 4 users, which was sort of disappointing.
It was an email from the Admissions and Facilities Department, and left me sort of curious.
Subject: Admission of Mr. William Reddison [StudID: 12938]
We will be admitting a Canadian Exchange Student today, and he has specified that he wishes to use the gym regularly on a regular basis. His details, records, and additional documents have been saved on the Staff Drives along with photographs in digital format. Please grant him access to the gym, and introduce him to the facilities we have.
We can always rely on you for everything Brax,
Head of Admissions
I immediately clicked into the Shell and accessed my drive, but stopped to think.
“It’s probably another nerdy scholar, with a funny accent”
I shrugged, and inputted my log-in
// University Staff Drive \
[Ellis, Jonathan] <-OPENED->
[Bain, Raymond] <-OPENED->
[Johnson, Max] <-OPENED->
[Reddison, William] <-SHARED BY firstname.lastname@example.org
My dick immediately hardened, and knew that he needed to get under one of my training programs!
Name: William Reddison
Notes: After interviewing Mr Reddison, he seems to be a shy guy, with minimal social connections to close friends, family and mates. Does not seem to like spending long periods of time with a stranger, but favors the gym. Reddison has also indicated to us that he feels more free in the gym, and may serve as a exploit in getting at least a conversation with him
Date of Birth: REDACTED
Place prior transfer: Montreal, Canada
Scholarship: Jason Cox’s Excellence In Athletics Scholarship
[New Notification: New Student Logged In - William R.]
“There he was, wearing his Red Calvin Kleins, with a white tank top, and Nike shorts”
I already made plans with Jonathan, (you may remember him from a previous encounter) to err, make it easier for me to, umm, compel the new guys. Jonathan quickly made friends with the Canadian hunk, and called me in.
Jonathan: Coach, this is William, he’s new here
William: “Errm, umm, hey. I’d like to train please”
Me: “Yeah, sure thing. Follow me to my office”
The office was upgraded to have blinds, to ensure no one on the outside knew what I was doing to fuckablefuckboys.
So, Mr Red. Take a seat. I need to verify a few things before we get you started…
William, take a look at the screen here, do these records look alright to you?
William was groaning, grunting out yesses at every page, each yes getting longer.
Fuck, he looks so good going under..
I signaled Jonathan to slowly and gently hold the hunk on the chair, as William was staring at the screen. It was a spiral, though it was transparent so he wouldn’t suspect, but enough to be visible by the subconscious.
He started to resist, and jiggle aggressively
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING? LEEET MEEEE GOOOOoooo…”
His body started to sloooowly slump.
At 7:30PM tonight boy, you will come over to the addressed supplied to you, and you will strip down to your underwear lie down on my bed, and wait further instructions.
His glassy eyes simply flickered, with his head nodding, saying ‘Yes’
I walked into my room at 7:45PM to find him like this. I smirked, and started feeling him up. Another blank muscle boy added to my collection. He needed more work, but nothing I could fix.
I put my hand on his crotch, and told him the following:
“You are no one else now, but mine. You will still go to University, train hard with me in the gym, aim for the best in your studies, and get a job, and you will come home to me, mindless, obedient, and waiting to serve.”
I asked him to strip off his underwear and start playing with it mindlessly.
He was mine to use. Mine to control. Mine to fuck. Mine to do whatever I want.
Kneel while standing up boy!
Now, you are no longer a shy muscle man. You are now a cocky, arrogant and playful subject. You know you are controlled, and you like it. You love it. You need it. Being controlled is what defines you now. You love me. You need me. You can’t live without me. Understood?
His voice shifted to a more playful and cocky tone
He liked having his photos taken now, with or without clothes, and enjoys his regular fucks, and submissions.
He thanks me regularly for freeing him of his own control, now that I control him. We are now processing his visa, so he can stay here with me, forever, as my Canadian muscle puppet boy.
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I get a little sad when I hear people going “Hunk is not fat, he’s muscular” because like…
Let’s just take a brief look at our beautiful boy here:
I like this shot, even though it’s technically everyone, because this nicely demonstrates both of the important things here. The important things here is: Hunk is both fat. and muscular. Absolutely. He has a soft tummy and big dang beefy arms.