Lil whiteboard thing of Tycho (Heart), Jupiter (Mind), and Terra (Whole)! I wanted to be silly with my guys (pro tip don’t try this on whiteboard, if you accidentally erase it’s hell)
Also have silly doodles under the cut so I don’t spam the cccc tag lmao. There’s a lot of Saturn- sorry he’s just so silly to do on whitboards
I really don’t think we should be treating morality as a linear thing in ASOIAF because what often happens is that we start to stray from the actual conversations that we need to be having regarding the depths of making a moral choice and even the circumstances involved. To try and blankly paint any one character as the “most morally good” isn’t really taking us anywhere. And it certainly isn’t helpful when people in this fandom want to try and prove that characters are “grey” but not moral (what does that even mean??) because they did one “bad” thing. If ASOIAF stans were to have their way, then:
Jon is not a morally good person because he threatened Gilly
Dany cannot be considered to be compassionate because she sanctioned torture against the wine seller’s daughters
Arya cant be good because she has killed people
and so on, and so on….
But this is such a draining, and oft times frustrating, conversation to have because you see just how shallow the above listed examples are? Readers are listing only singular instances across a narrative that spans thousand and thousands of pages, and there’s absolutely no context involved. Why did Jon threaten Gilly? Why did Dany resort to torture and at one point did she do it? Who did Arya kill and why? And why do those singular instances negate everything else in their arcs?
What usually happens when we have the 12847647282th unnecessary conversation about who is the “most good” character in ASOIAF is that we start getting blanket statements with no elaboration. And the only people ever considered are Ned, Brienne, and Davos, and sometimes the children like Shireen or Tommen. Mind you, Ned and Davos are not perfect or without their own faults either; much has been said about Ned’s abilities as a father and it’s implied that Davos was not entirely faithful to his wife. And based on her current arc, Brienne will surely have to make morally tough choices regarding oaths and knightly honor. Plus theres the irony of including literal children when they have not been put in situations where they actually have to make morally difficult choices and live with the consequences.
ASOIAF shows us that people who are capable of incredible kindness and compassion are also capable of doing unpleasant things.
Jon threatened Gilly….because he was trying to save another child whom he believed to be at risk of human sacrifice(!!) and was stuck between a rock and a hard place. But why does that singular instance negate the fact that his arc has been about him standing up for the “lesser than”? Why does that negate the fact that he stood up for Sam against a superior when there was nothing to gain for him? Why does it negate the fact that he went out of his way to equip Arya in a way that society would have deemed inappropriate? Why does it negate the fact that he dedicated the entirety of his time as Lord Commander to fight an institution that had upheld racism/xenophobia for millennia? Why should we filter out all those moments of kindness, compassion, and deep empathy that Jon has even without him thinking?
Dany sanctioned torture….but she was trying to solve the murder of an innocent victim AND this brought her no joy. But why does that negate the fact that when she gained unimaginable power, she could’ve high tailed to Westeros to use it to her benefit and become queen, but instead chose to stay in Essos where she has no personal responsibility just so she could fight the institutional evil that is slavery? Why does it negate Dany who went to personally treat plague victims at great risk to herself?
Arya has killed some….but it’s in self defense or in defense of others who are disenfranchised. But why does this negate that she is one of the few people in the series how goes out of her way to show kindness and friendship to those who are not as economically or politically advantaged as she is (e.g., Mycah)? Why does it negate that she took fellow slaves under her protection when she herself had little power to fight for her own survival at Harrenhall? Why does it negate that when she saw those caged soldiers whom she was angry with for their actions, instead of leaving them to die instead offered them the only kindness she could at the moment: a drink of water?
Trying to have arguments about morality but stripping everything down to ‘x character did y bad thing (regardless of context) and that’s why they can’t be good’ is, to be blunt, ridiculous. And it isn’t a particularly interesting way to engage with the text. Character journeys, especially well written ones, are rarely ever in a straight line. There’s amazing highs and terrible lows. GRRM gives us so many characters like Jon, Dany, Arya, Sansa, Ned, etc. who even in their lows, have gleams of compassion and exceptional kindness. It doesn’t do anyone any good to filter those moments out to make the books more digestible; and I’m being a little generous here, because so many readers have a very shallow level of engagement with the series and it shows in conversation. And we also shouldn’t pit these characters unfairly against those who have never been in similarly difficult situations that required them to make hard choices. Because when we do, we start to completely miss the point all together.
i cannot overstate how deadly fucking serious i am being when i say that travis willingham is my FAVORITE person to watch playing ttrpgs. everything Happens So Much in this game but he is always there with an appropriate response
your woodcarving is absolutely amazing!! you're making me want to try it lol
have you considered making a duck/ice cream sundae? in honor of matt and jane's first time meeting in trt?
THANK YOU SO MUCH! It's honestly SUCH a cool craft to get into, and once you have the base supplies (technically all you need is a carving knife + knife strop/sharpener, and some wood), it's pretty easy to keep up. If you see a little class or something near you I'd take it! And if (low chance but what the hell) you're in driving distance of Ripley, West Virginia, consider the weekend and week long classes at Cedar Lakes! That's where I learned, and it's been worth the long drive every time I go. Bob is an AMAZING teacher.
Also, FUN FACT! Do you wanna know why I used a wooden duck/ice cream sundae in TRT chapter one? It's cause this guy I made was on my shelf nearby!
Or, as Matt senses him:
So I am happy to say that the TRT Duck does exist! 😂 He was the first thing I ever carved. Maybe I should make another and do a TRT raffle or something.
sorry sorry CRAZY about the “gaang finds out about zuko’s scar” fics where it happens because someone acknowledges zuko for the 41st. we know what you did and we respect you for it. thank you for standing up for us and our people and our children.
i still love star trek dearly! i wish i could be one of those artists who are just pumping out art all the time like it's nothing, but unfortunately i am quite slow and my drawing energy is limited so i tend to focus my efforts on my newest ideas, which are usually for my latest interests. i haven't necessarily given up on star trek—i still plan on participating in the yearly swimsuit zine however long it runs (i skipped this year's because of burnout and college but i'm doing better now), and i'd love to do some art for lower decks before it ends... but i can't promise anything :( i can barely keep up with new ideas for new interests, so going back to older ones is a little difficult for me, much as i try. i don't like it anymore than you do but it is what it is
"Has anyone clued you in yet about who I am?" It's far from an ideal introduction, and Javier is compelled to give her a thorough run-down while also not wanting to be too verbose and throw the princess into a spiral. Cass has had to endure going through a line of people who are now suddenly relevant to a royal life that she had not been exposed to until now. "I'm Javier Davies. Bodyguard, at your service." A hand extends to her, the other resting at his hip. On the holster that housed his gun. "Consider me your shadow of sorts, but do not worry. If I do my job well," And he always has striven to be the perfect, statue-esque bodyguard, "You won't even notice that I'm here." While he has heard whispers of the wild life that Cass had lived prior to her being aware of her lineage, he assumes that she will take her responsibilities seriously. That is because he does not know her yet.
jesse—or rather caleb— watched her approach, the sway in her walk casual, confident. her words were sharp, but he could see the glint of curiosity behind her eyes. he knew women like her—strong, sure of themselves, used to being in control. but there was something else about sawyer that made him feel… exposed. like she could see through the mask he wore. that thought unsettled him more than he cared to admit. as she tossed her words at him, dismissing his warning about being out here alone, jesse fought the urge to smile. stubborn, like he’d expected. still, hearing her call him sir made something in him stir, and he hated it.hated that this girl—this woman—could so easily unravel the walls he’d built around himself. when she offered the flask, a playful smirk tugging at her lips, he hesitated. he didn't drink much anymore; not since he learned that a clear head kept the ghosts at bay. but there she was, standing in front of him, eyes gleaming with mischief, and it was hard to say no. "rum, huh?" he said, his voice low, as he wiped his hands one more time, stalling. he could feel the tension pulling tighter between them, the way it always did when she was close. maybe it was the way she looked at him, like she wanted to figure him out, peel away the layers he'd spent years hiding behind. or maybe it was the fact that she was doing exactly what he told himself he couldn’t—getting under his skin.
he reached out, his rough fingers brushing against hers as he took the flask. for a brief second, the warmth of her hand lingered on his skin, and it unnerved him. the old jesse—the one who lived before vengeance poisoned his heart—might’ve flirted back, might’ve even let himself fall into her easy, teasing rhythm. but that jesse was long gone. taking a swig of the rum, he let the burn settle in his throat. his eyes, dark and unreadable, locked with hers. “i ain’t one for overdo'in it,” he finally said, handing the flask back. “but i appreciate the concern.” she wasn’t just offering him a drink, though. he could see that. no, this was her trying to dig deeper, to pry open the part of him that he kept hidden from the world. she was sharp, no doubt about it. "you don’t seem like the type to worry about a ranch hand," he said, voice soft but probing. his smile was there, that slow, practiced grin he gave when he didn’t want people to dig too deep.