i think what always bugged me so much about the “tom wambsgans is female coded” crowd (idk if any of them still exist anymore after the finale) is that they were picking up on a real dynamic in shivtom but also missing the point completely which is no matter how much toxic masculinity shiv wields while simultaneously performing perfect femininity she will always be Just A Woman and can never actually access male privilege the way tom can even while wielding “feminine” passivity and that power imbalance will always be present in their relationship no matter what shiv does to try to flip it
I watched succession, and since then i can’t stop thinking about shiv’s nickname “Pinky”. I don’t know if it’s because she’s the fourth child or because her hair is slightly pink (strawberry-blonde). But in any case, it fits her perfectly, she’s so pinky.
the night before daenerys’ wedding to Khal Drogo. cw incest, dead dove, noncon, alluded underage, somno, emotional blackmail
The quiet winds of the night swept through the thinly veiled curtains, and Viserys let out a shaky breath. His little sister, his Dany, to be sold off like a whore to a horse lord. The thought sent shivers down his spine. What would he do with her tiny, frail body? He’d split her in half, surely. She’s just a little girl. Viserys almost let his eyes well up with tears, almost.
This isn’t right, we are Targaryen. We are meant for one another. But when I get my crown in return, everything will be better, I'll make sure of it. I’ll be King and Dany will be my Queen. Just have to wait.
But he couldn’t wait. Viserys stood up finally, his mind set on only one thing. Make her yours. Make her yours before Khal Drogo can. He won’t even notice- no one will. Her body is owed to me. Her innocence, her purity, is mine to take. It is I who starved countless nights so that she went to bed full. It is I who bathed her, who carried her, who kept her safe all these years. Don’t I deserve this one thing in return?
He creaked open her bedroom door, quietly shuffling inside. He let out a breathy sigh, locking the door before approaching her sleeping form on the bed, in the thin nightgown he had gifted to her, no less. It left little to the imagination. His little sister was a beauty, already filling out in all the right places. A finger grazes over her collarbone gently, before travelling downward till his hand palmed her breast.
She let out a quiet hum, and he froze. Nothing more followed though, and so the mattress dipped beside her when he sat down, slowly crawling over her as if she were prey. He slid a hand downward, watching her face the entire time for any signs of life, before dipping his fingers underneath her nightgown, rubbing between her folds slowly with a shaky hum.
His cock tightened painfully in his breeches, aching to pin her down and show her who she really belongs to. Who she’s always belonged to.
“Viserys?” A sleepy hum arose. His hand didn’t falter, though, rubbing her clit up and down gently as she whined quietly. “You owe me a debt, sister. I’ve risked my life to keep you safe, to keep you fed and warm, to provide a roof over your head. I deserve your maidenhead more than some horse-fucker does, hm?” He whispers, his finger sliding into her tight hole with a sharp inhale. She whimpers in response, her tiny hands grabbing at his forearms, trying to pry him off.
“Shh, I know… just relax, it’ll feel better.” He murmurs in her ear, before pumping his finger in and out of her, rapidly increasing his pace before adding a second. Tears start to fall from Daenerys’ eyes, quietly begging and pleading. “Please, Viserys. Please don’t.”
He only shushes her, quickly growing tired of her begging. “I’m trying to make this easier for you. You should thank me, little sister. I could’ve let you die, you know? I could have thrown you out on the street and let some vermin rape and kill you. Could’ve had all that food for myself, instead of starving for you. But I didn’t, you know why? Because I'm such a good big brother, hm? I love you, and I'm showing it to you. So be a good girl and stay quiet-“ The whole time he was speaking, his hand was unbuttoning his clothes and stroking at his cock slowly, and he quickly shoved himself inside of her while covering her mouth with his free hand.
She bit down on his palm, not enough to hurt but enough to irritate Viserys. “Don’t- don’t fucking do that. Don’t wake the fucking dragon, just take it. Just take my love, Dany…” he whispers breathlessly in her ear, though she could barely hear him through her own screams. “Just- fuck- just think about tomorrow, when the Khal takes you. It won’t hurt so bad, now, hm? Because I've already deflowered you… you should thank me.” He repeats again, before bringing his lips to her own, engulfing her in a deep and messy kiss.
Daenerys’ screams start to subside into quiet moans and whimpers, her arms wrapping around her brother and her nails digging crescent-shaped marks into his back. “There you go, there… Gods, I love you, little sister. Just made for me, weren’t you? Not for Khal Drogo, me. We share the blood of the dragon, you and I. Meant to burn together…” He babbles out into her shoulder, sucking and biting marks into her skin without thinking of the consequences.
“Yours- Viserys…” She whimpers out, mostly to appease him. “Mhm- fuck, that’s right…” He hums out in response, his pace increasing rapidly as he nears the edge. “Do you want to come, Dany? I doubt your soon to be husband will ever make you come. But I will, because I love you- ah- so much.” He groans, his hand snaking between their bodies and rubbing at her clit at a ferocious pace, erupting a loud moan and causing her hips to buck up into him.
The sound drove him crazy, not long after spilling his seed deep inside her, letting out ragged breaths as he came to his senses again. But, never stopping his rubbing on her pearl, he quickly sent her over the edge too, and a lone tear slips her eye when she experiences that euphoria for the first time in her life. He grins wildly as he observes her expression, kissing her jawline gently. You should thank me.
“T-thank you, Viserys…” She mutters out weakly, her voice cracking. He hums in response before pulling out of her with a groan, kissing her lips and then her forehead before shuffling off of her, taking note of the bloody sheets under her.
“Don’t expect such mercy from your husband, Dany. He won’t love you. Not like I do.”
(Si Viserys hubiera mantenido la boca cerrada, pero no lo hizo)
Al fin logre “colorear” este sketch que tenia desterrado desde hace siglos, había intentado de todo en el, y nada me convecina por que genuinamente quedaba horrible, pero eh estado adaptándome a este estilo que me gusta y creo que finalmente le encontré rumbo, y aunque se siente mas cono una rendición que una victoria, al menos estoy aliviada. Es un sketch que me fascina y es una lastima que no pueda lucir como me gustaría
