#the wrath of a woman

[hughdancybabyface]

Can you tell if they are in love from their eyes?

[claypigeonpottery]

reserved

my wrathful hyena woman, but without her usual companions

[kuroshika]

[grahamdolce]

Hannibal 3.09 And the Woman Clothed with the Sun | 3.13 The Wrath of the Lamb

[wedielikemen]

Haha uh. Nora never said Kevin didn’t love Jean back because we never actually heard from Kevin about this…. did you..? Did you hear me ? NORA NEVER SAID—

[tricorderreading]

Star Trek - The Wrath of Khan

Spock has a gift for Jim 📚

[wrathofrats]

aeth humping a pillow right in front of a very bratty phantom and still getting cum all over bug's tummy somehow

whattt who said that

Quint manipulation my beloved.

Warning for manipulation, heavy degradation, heavy use of quintessence, kinda dollification, phantom tries to get aether to fuck him and it goes very wrong

I took this in a strange direction as I always do but you deserve the apology anyways.

I think phantom is just downright awful when he doesn’t get what he wants.

Asks aether to fuck him, wants to be stretched open, wants to be made stupid for him with that signature sweet lilt to his tone when aethers talking down to him, something he can only get from aether. He’s nice about it too, he knows how to be good. Asks so sweetly with a please and a thank you and a bat of his eyelashes. He’s learned how this game works from rain. A shy voice and a little touching, it’s never failed him. So why should it fail phantom?

“No bug, I’m busy”

Phantom stood behind him in the kitchen, a hand delicately caressing his upper arm. It flexed under his touch, the muscle almost bulging through the fabric, momentarily distracting phantom from his denial.

“What? No???”

“The answer is no phantom, go find Swiss I’m sure he would be more than happy” aether said, checking on whatever he had in the oven.

“I don’t want Swiss. I want you”

“I have to get this done. Copia needs cookies for his ceremony and for some reason omega can’t do it.”

Phantom looked almost dumbfounded. If he played his cards right he’s sure he could pester aether into bending him over the counter for a rough quickie. Leave him gaping and mess on the floor when he’s done. But, if he played them wrong however ….

“We can be quick, do it right here so you know when the oven goes off, or I can blow you until they’re done”

Aether gave phantom a look that should’ve been his warning to stop while he was ahead. Cold and unwavering and phantom got more and more petulant with his needs.

“If you’ve been so fucking spoiled that you don’t know what no means then this is your lesson bug. Maybe learning some patience will do you good.”

“You’re the one always calling me a stupid you, maybe that quintessence has fried my brain, can’t blame me for not learning anything”

Something snapped. A sharp smell of metallic smoke tinged the air as phantom was brought down to his knees from something beyond his own free will.

“Stay”

He couldn’t speak, the magic making his blood pound in his ears as he watched aether move in front of him. He opened the oven to hastily throw the cookie sheet onto the stove before ridding himself of the oven mitts and walking back over to phantoms frozen form.

“How stupid can you fucking be phantom? If i didn’t feel so bad for you id leave you here for someone else to find, see what they want to do with the discarded sex toy on the floor”

Aether picked him up by the waist to throw him over his shoulder, carrying him off into his room to throw onto his bed

The magic let up slightly, enough for him to be able to move his syrupy limbs to spread his legs for aether. His vision was blurred at the edges, a small bit of confusion adding to the heavy mix.

Aether grabbed a pillow from the side of his bed, setting right between phantom legs. Not touching him, but close enough for him to see.

“Are- are you going to fuck me?” Phantom practically whimpered, watching aether maneuver the pillow against his hips. He wonders when either of them had gotten undressed, mixed in the haze of magic.

“Of course bug”

Phantom looked downright confused. The pillow mixing in and out of his vision as aether thrusted into it, it looked like he was thrusting into him, but without any of the sensation. He couldn’t move his arms to grab at him, could only watch as aether fucked into him.

“Aether please, please touch me I need it-“

“Buggy I am touching you, can’t you feel it?” Aether asked, that sweet lilt to his lie. He continued to fuck the pillow in front of him, a wicked smile as phantom whined.

“No! I can’t!”

“That’s really such a shame, I’m giving you what you asked for aren’t I?”

Aether was close, not looking to draw this out when he still had work to do. He continued to hump the fabric, small moans falling from his lips at how good it felt.

“Please aether I’m sorry just touch me-“ phantom babbled

Before aether could respond he was spilling onto the fabric, ropes of cum shooting up onto phantoms own cock and stomach. He rode himself through it, watching phantoms pathetic face as he worked himself through his high.

“Aether please-“

“Buggy I did touch you, look” aether pointed to his stomach, cum splotched along his abdomen, some even on the head of his cock.

“You already came babydoll”

[why-is-every-other-name-taken]

Being an extreme radfem/terf blog sounds miserable

[pacey-bunce-loves-joey]

died as he lived: a barely remembered detour on the path to WLW destiny

[nicheguides]

How to Worship your Local Matcha Girl

dont let Her Holiness become wrathful, her eldrich powers will detroy us all if you dont take the steps to honor her divinity

[hughdancybabyface]

Hannibal s3e10 | s3e13

—Will being jealous

[measureformeasure]

like wrath goddess sing is not considered part of the modern feminist retelling [tm] genre but none of those books have the guts to have a scene like the one where achilles remembers beating someone enslaved to her, because the girl was also trans and was dressing as a woman and achilles perceived that as mockery of herself. the internalized transmisogyny being projected outward into class violence...

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[pesky--dust]

A wounded bird... (analysis below gifs)

Chilton comparing Will to a wounded bird

Bedelia about a wounded bird in the grass

The Wrath of the Lamb

Rewatching season two again, I realized that it wasn't Bedelia who first said something about a wounded bird, but Chilton! In "Takiawase", Chilton states that Will is a poor, confused, wounded bird for Doctor Bloom and Jack Crawford, but he sees psychopathic tendencies in him.

In "... and the woman clothed in the sun" Bedelia talks about a wounded bird in the grass and that her first thought would be to kill it, but of course she wouldn't do it. She claims Will isn't a killer, but Hannibal made him think he is, and out of his compassion, he's capable only of righteous violence, so in other words (and according to me): in her eyes Will is as weak and defenseless as a wounded bird. Bedelia also advises him that the next time he wants to help someone, he should consider to crush them instead to save himself trouble, because extreme acts of cruelty require a high degree of empathy (and Will is an empath). And that's what Will decides to do in the last episode.

Will Graham was an wounded bird the whole time. In the eyes of his friends and co-workers, he was a poor, little, wounded bird, a fragile teacup, as Hannibal put it. Bedelia's words also suggest that she considers him as a wounded bird. In the final episode, Will decides to kill the said bird and show everyone that he is neither weak nor wounded bird at all. (Chiton isn't such a dumb-dumb after all...)

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THEY LOVE HER YOUR HONOR

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