#Alpha Ant

[finemendaily]

[decamarks]

Thinking of becoming a guy that thinks wolves are the most badass and aspirational animal, but about ants. Like wearing t-shirts about being loyal to my Queen and training to bench 5x my bodyweight. Studying ant warfare. Posting shit like this

[bringbackwendellvaughn]

[party-lemon]

young mcr fans are making tiktok fan edits of gerard way at wwwy and it's just so funny to me, a 20 year old tumblr user, who is among fans that are just saying straight up that they wanna jump that man's bones

[f1amboyant]

I'd love to hear a little more about your The Worst Alpha Part 2 wip, if possible!

Hi anon! Thank you for your ask 💛

The worst Alpha was so much fun to write and at the same time so difficult for me (mostly because it ended up being way longer than I imagined). But as I was finishing it and struggling to get to the end, I had an idea for a next part ��� My muse does what she wants, truly 😅

Part 2 should be from Carlos' pov and should explore their developing relationship and Charles' rut 👀

Here's a little something (very nsfw).

“Charles, fuck!”

Carlos moans into the pillow as Charles pushes into him deeper than before. The Alpha’s body is plastered all over Carlos’ back, lining up from head to toe. His hips move, pushing deeper and deeper with each thrust.

“Carlos,” he pants in the Omega’s ear. “Carlos, Carlos, Carlos…”

“Harder,” Carlos grunts and Charles punches the air out of him. He hides another moan into the pillow.

“Carlos. Carlos, you feel so good. Please, baby. Can I? I want to knot you. Please, baby, please.”

Charles babbles into Carlos’ ear, lost to his pleasure. His lips and tongue and teeth graze behind Carlos’ ear, along the column of his neck, at the junction of his shoulder. Carlos whines higher, getting desperate in the haze of his heat. If Charles were to bite him in his mating glands right now, Carlos would let him.

“Do it,” Carlos rasps and he doesn’t know if he’s answering to Charles question or asking for his bite. “Do it, please, Charles. Alpha…” Charles groans as his knot inflates and he bites Carlos’ shoulder. Carlos comes harder than ever before.

Fuck!

When he comes down from his high, Charles has rolled them on their side, peppering sweet kisses on to the bite mark he left on Carlos’ skin and carefully testing how much he can move with the knot between them.

“Your rut is coming up next month, no?” Carlos asks, his throat sore from all the shouts of pleasure.

“Yes,” Charles says, his lips at Carlos’ throat, nibbling on the skin. “But don’t worry about that. I’m here for your heat.”

Carlos half hums, half purrs, burrowing deeper into Charles’ embrace. He can feel the heat coiling in his abdomen, the slick oozing between his legs and the warmth in his heart at Charles’ presence.

“You’re so wet, baby,” Charles whispers.

The knot has deflated enough for him to start moving again, thrusting his hips slightly into Carlos. The Omega moans.

“Yes. I’m ready for another round.” Carlos lost count on how many times they did it since his heat began.

“Good,” Charles hums.

Not moving from their position, he tightens his embrace, sticks his nose into Carlos’ neck and starts fucking him again.

Carlos loses himself in Charles’ rhythm, in his comforting scent and his strong arms.

Fuck yes.

[the-genius-az]

¿Headcanons de Azula omega (dominante) y Katara, Mai y Ty Lee alfa (cariñosas, protectoras, sumisas)? 🥺.

Lo siento, tengo alguna obsesión con Azula omega, no hay literalmente nada y eso es un crimen.

(Una pista para no ser tan anónimo ahora, ya que no quiero mi casa quemada: "¡UN MOMENTO, UN MOMENTO! ¡Eres tú! ¡Yo te conozco!" 😉) (Y no me lo tomo en serio ni personal, no te preocupes xd)

ME ATRAPARON, ES MOMENTO DE HUIR. 🏃🏻

¡NOOO! ¡Ahora ya sabes mi horrible etapa de Wattpad! Por favor no leas el fic Boschlow, es mi gran vergüenza. 🙏

¡Haré tu pedido con gusto!

Y sí, tienes razón, es un gran crimen, pero por eso estoy aquí, para cambiar eso, Azula Omega y Beta necesitan triunfar contra todos.

No por nada soy el Rey Azula A/B/O, siempre atento a esas cosas. :D

[magicwithclass]

There has been some talk about ante cards over the past week or two on mark rosewater's blog, blogatog. Some have argued for the return of ante on a card or two in sets like modern horizons 3 since they resuse a lot of older mechanics and throwbacks to older cards. I am not sure if anyone is actually serious about wanting ante to return or if it is just a meme dream but I do not know a single person that has ever played for ante or with ante cards. The ante cards and rules remind me of the battle city season of Yu-gi-oh where everyone had to gamble their rarest card in each duel. From a legal standpoint I can see why a card game would not want to pursue this idea as this is very close to gambling. While, wizards of the coast does not acknowledge the secondar market, all cards have some value and you do not want kids losing their property. All of the snte cards are basically banned in every format including commander so what is the point of discussing them at all? First, it is interesting to see the mindset of designers in the early days. Imagine is ante had been popular instead of being the most hated mechanic of all time according to Mark Rosewater. We could be putting our blinged out serialized cards on the line! Now I can see why ante contradicts certain aspects of the game. If I want to bling out my deck or show off all my rare cards in one deck that does not push me to want to play for ante. I would construct decks with the least expensive cards with the highest probability of winning games. Deck construction would be totally different and non-intuitive as you would not want to play the strongest cards for fear of losing them and having to face them in subsequent duels. Instead, you would put easily replaceable cards in your deck. Imagine if you had to ante reserved list cards? I do not think ante cards are fun in any way. Randomly losing an expensive card or even a card with sentimental valuer is backbreaking and I think would lead to a lot of people leaving the game frustrated and unhappy as the best cards get plucked away. This would also lead to situations where people with a lot of money would prey on those willing to invest less in the game. games are already pay to win so this would make it seem more like who can afford to replace cards. I am going to discuss all the ante cards separately but I did want to talk a little about the ante mechanic as a whole. Maybe we see an ante card in an unset? Amulet of Quoz actually has some lore behind it which is a real reason to discuss some of the reserved list ante cards individually. The amulet of Quoz was used by someone in the Carthalion family to banish Tevesh Szat from dominaria. So, what does this card do? In a hypothetic world where every duel was for ante would you play this card? I don't think you do. for 6 mana your opponent either antes another card or the opponent can choose to end the game immediately by deciding the outcome with a coin flip. If the opponent is losing or does not think they can win they will likely just have the game decided with a toss of a coin. However, if the game is even or the opponent thinks they can win then this does nothing to help you actually win the game for 6 mana. Albeit, getting extra cards for a victory is tempting and if you really need to end a game because you have to go home then you can use this. Should commander be played with ante? maybe we can start a commander format with ante that gambles reserved list cards for fun.

[ryuseitai]

i love animal jam

[og-ant-man]

So you control ants huh? *Owen stares at Hank, examinating him*

Interesting.......Is it like a mutual respect relationship? Do they see you as their alpha?

Hank crossed his arms. "They're my friends. I talk with them and ask them for help. Simple as that." He looked Owen over more. "Have we met before? You look familiar?"

[slythmultishipper]

Do you guys think sweet smelling omegas attract ants?

just the house surrounded by salt and everyone thinks they are warding off a demon or something but no, its the ants.

[bellybursterhungrythirster]

Y’know when a white cis male gets mad shit happens, and it’s bad.

[evilhausen]

If I don't talk about alpha oc getting obliterated..I'll die.

[f1amboyant]

For the ask prompt... if you would be so kind... spare worst alpha au pretty please? bottom!carlos is uncommon but so nice when I see it

Aaaaaaah worst alpha au my beloved 🥹 I'm so glad some readers still love that au and want some more 🥹 I have to admit, this one wasn't abandoned but it was pushed back a little to the back of my mind 🫣 But yes, I agree, bottom!carlos is so so nice.

Please, share your ideas and prompts with me. I might get inspired 🤭

[yukipri]

@littlelizardlover Replying via copying screenshots into the initial ask, so folks can see the context of your fantastic bug knowledge!

And I absolutely see it now, and you're right, the Alphas do kinda feel like soldier ants! Especially from the perspective of how they feel about their purpose!

Tho ngl, my own mental image of Alphas vs other classes of clones is kind of like, a less exaggerated version of:

Like in One Piece, whenever there is a Group of any kind and there are Strong Leader Guys that the protagonists will fight vs random mob grunts, the Strong Leader Guys are physically over quadruple the size of the grunts for no reason whatsoever? (ilu One Piece)

Now, even my take on the Alphas don't dwarf the other clones that much, but I just find it a hilarious mental image where if you see an army of clones charging in on foot, you can See the Alpha from a mile away because they're so HUGE and are a full head taller and bulkier than all the others, and the enemies can go "Target the Big One!" And that's exactly what the Alphas want, because as you say, they want to be the shields for their lil bros! (and their lil bros are definitely not useless grunts, but hey, an enormous flashy diversion that can tank the hits never hurts!)

Anyway, thanks again for sharing your bug knowledge, it was a joy to read 'n learn! <3

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This is incredibly specific but Seventeen is like a soldier aphid to me.

No wait, please come back. Please explain to me how so, I am fascinated and want to understand how he is like a soldier aphid.

I am reading up on them but am still not making a connection...please I am so curious now and it's bothering me.

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[starkira42]

Best of Sterek

I Know Where Babies Come From, Derek by DiscontentedWinter

CW: Mature | Words: 51,937 | 15/15

Stiles finds a baby on the porch. It looks exactly like him. Well, this is awkward.

Fly a Little Faster by mirrorkill

CW: Teen And Up Audiences | Words: 32,052 | 1/1

Everyone knows when you go back in time, you shouldn't step on an ant, just in case you accidentally kill your own grandparent or something. But what happens when you go back in time and, uh, accidentally interrupt the one event that apparently made the Grumpiest Alpha in Town into a ball of mindless manpain? Well, if Marty McFly can do it, so can Stiles Stilinski. All he has to do is get Derek and Paige to fall in love before he gets pulled back to his own time. And before he makes anything worse. That's easy as pie, right? Right?

Accidents Happen by Fr333bird

CW: Explicit | Words: 6,532 | 1/1

Derek is in heat but doesn’t recognize it for what it is. Stiles knows that Derek needs him but he doesn’t know why. The knotting is a surprise to both of them.

[whisper-in-the-night]

The author can tell the story with Asa /the Sinclair brothers/Or Brahms. You can choose who you want! How is your recent story with Thomas (it's great) can the above listed slashers be omegas and Y/N alpha?

I've been on Tumblr recently, and there are some things I don't understand what and how. By your recent post, I thought you were taking applications.📿✒️

Omega!Slasher x alpha!male!reader

Warnings: alpha!slashers, omega!reader, omegaverse

Note: thanks for your request honey! Hope you'll like it. Have a good day ;) ♡⁠

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Asa Emory

Asa didn't like people, no. The insects were much better. Insects were useful, but what about people? They just buzz, drink and lead a dirty lifestyle. He didn't have a special appearance, on the contrary, he was quite a big man for an omega who was really able to interest someone and find a mate. But he didn't worry too much about it either. People were loud, repulsive.

But you seemed different. There was something so calm and attractive about you. He felt like a fly caught in your sticky web, even though he didn't really mind it. At first, it was strange to have someone around. Emory was a loner. But over time, he realized that you can really be relied upon and trusted. The man might not have noticed you among other small human ants. But that day you were standing in your own garden. You had a private house with a small garden full of flowers. It seemed like you were a hardworking person who loved nature. You were trimming one of your bushes when a pale blue butterfly landed on your shoulder. This startled Asa. After all, animals and insects always feel good people, they are attracted to them. So you weren't like other people.

And now he was here.

It was getting dark. The lights were still on in your house. You were sitting in the living room by the fireplace in your country house and reading one of your favorite books. It was nice to live away from people, the hustle and bustle of the city. The wood crackled steadily in the fire. The room was warm and cozy, your feet were warmed by a brown blanket you bought once at a sale in another city. Your fingers slowly turned over the pages, while your tired gaze slowly slid over the black lines. It's too early to sleep, not yet.

You've been alone for the last two weeks, but you knew that the day of the calendar was coming when he was coming back. You don't know why he comes back from time to time, maybe he was really comfortable with you. Although he was clearly not that kind of person. He would rather call it.. the necessity. You can't fool your own physiology with even a ton of suppressants.

Finally, there was the click of the front door, which you never closed, there was just no reason. There were slow, unhurried footsteps in the hallway, as if you were waiting. And for sure, today you left the light on in the hallway, perhaps this little detail alerted him, the man who loved to move around in the dark like some kind of virtuoso moth. Finally, the heavy boots touched the soft carpet material, and the steps became softer. Perhaps you should still teach him to take off his shoes at the entrance.

A moment later, your blanket was thrown off, and now was laying at your feet. A feeling of heaviness covered your hips. You didn't have to look down to know that the man had his head on your lap. He always did that. He came when he wanted to. Did what he wanted to do. He knew he could get away with it, but he didn't know why. He probably would never have been able to really kill you, even though he still acted like he had a knife at the ready. But none of his blades were worthy of slicing through your tender flesh.

You slammed the book shut with a light clap, having previously put your favorite bookmark with painted butterflies, and put it on the edge of the sofa. Your fingers found their way to Asa's head, caressing his cheeks with the pads of your fingers through the material of his mask. It was a strange material that you had never touched before. Something soft and rough at the same time. It looked a bit like the robbers' masks, but it seemed like he had made it himself.

The man made a soft purring sound as he leaned into your touch.

It was strange to have such a big man on my lap. He was really big, especially considering his secondary gender, which he would never tell anyone about, except perhaps you. Even his former work colleagues were unaware of his omega status. It just wasn't necessary. But it seemed different with you. Even after several vaccinations, you could still clearly smell his beeswax and verbena. Even now, under the mixture of dirt, gunpowder and blood, you could still feel that delicate fragrance, causing a smile on your lips.

Asa sighed, finally closing his eyes and clasping his hands on his chest. He probably hasn't slept in days, which is not surprising. He often stayed up late, thinking through all his riddles and traps. Although it is possible that all this week he was just reading a book about insects and plants that you gave him for his birthday.

Lately, the man has been almost.. clingy. Every time he got closer to his heat, Asa became unusually clingy and looking for touch. Your touch. Up to this point, his every heat was accompanied by pain and anxiety. The suppressants didn't always help, and the people around were too intrusive. Especially alphas. He remembers how, back in his teenage years, some alpha harassed Asa. The guy broke his nose. In principle, he often reacted aggressively to the attention of others. The quiet and secretive man, capable of ripping open the belly of an offender. His temper and uncontrollable aggression often got out of control, which led to sad consequences.

But it was different with you. Your touch felt so.. alive, sincere, gentle. Each time it made him have a sudden urge to take off his mask and feel your hands on his bare skin. But he immediately stopped himself, realizing that he would regret it later. The mask stays on.

You were a good alpha. So much so that something inside him reached out to you, seeking your touch and love. Asa isn't used to love. Isn't used to tenderness. But with you, he felt like he wanted to be pampered, wanted to be taken care of. Although it looks like regular one-night stands to you right now, it's far from the case for Asa. Perhaps one day he will even reveal his face to you. Would you like him? Would you like to start a family with him? Family... He's not sure he could stand the idea of children, no. But with you, everything seemed real. You were his support in life, his firefly in this dark world, even though you didn't know it yet.

But no, that's all later. Let him sleep on your lap for now. Maybe your back will hurt tomorrow because of the uncomfortable sleeping position, but it's worth it, isn't it?

Bo Sinclair

It was a sultry summer day. The sun was high in the sky, and the humid air made being outside even more unbearable.

You were with your boyfriend Bo at his gas station and helped him sort out the parts in the victims' old cars. There was no air conditioning in the room, so you, already soaked with sweat and grueling work, were without a T-shirt, in only loose trousers. You often begged Bo to go to a store in another city to buy you more suitable summer clothes, but each time you two found yourself overwhelmed with work.

When you were taking out another box of garbage, you noticed a car approaching. Regular tourists, even in this heat? Fate is obviously against you. After putting the box on the ground, you crossed your arms over your chest, leaned against the wall of the gas station, and watched the girls getting out of the car. They were two short girls and a guy with them who stayed in the car.

"Hey, handsome. Could you take a look at our car? There was something pounding in it all the way," one of the girls said with a slight smile, obviously flirting with you.

You smiled back, wanting to enter a new game and show all your skills and charisma in the best light. "Sure, babe. Give me a few minutes." You walked up to their car, lifted the hood, and began to pretend that you were really looking for a breakdown. Although in fact, you just needed to stall for a little while until Bo noticed what was happening through the window. The girl came a little closer, as if carefully watching your examination, while her slender fingers slowly slid up your strong arm. You grinned as you watched her. Your gaze darted to the guy in the passenger seat. He could be a problem. You smiled benevolently and nodded towards the gas station, "Buddy, why don't you call my friend? He's insane. I could use someone else's help."

The guy rolls his eyes, but gets out of the car and soon disappears inside the gas station. You know perfectly well that Bo will deal with him skillfully.

The girl's actions stop for a moment and she looks at you from under her eyelashes, seductively biting her lower lip. "Can you tell me where the toilet is here?"You chuckle and wink at her, leaving an ambiguous hint, "The second door on the left." The girl nods contentedly and enters the building, playfully wagging her hips.

You quietly approach the remaining girl while she looks after her departing friend, and grab a hunting knife from your pants pocket, cutting the fragile girl's throat with a sharp movement. When the lifeless body ends up on the floor with a thud , you fold the knife and return to the gas station. The girl was just coming out of the bathroom. You grab her wrist, trying to block her view of the window with your wide body, and squeeze her hips, pulling her closer to you.

"Come on, you didn't think of leaving so easily, did you?" You purred with a grin, burying your nose in the girl's neck. The cloying scent of cheap perfume and disgusting, almost artificial pheromones immediately hit your nose. "I bet that lad is really boring, right, baby?" You spoke into her neck, trying to play the interest. You were already reaching for the knife in your pants pocket when the girl let out a sharp scream, clutching at her throat. You took a step back, raising your eyebrows questioningly, and saw that your lover's screwdriver was pierced through the woman's neck.

Bo grabs the girl's hand and throws her to the floor. The poor girl clutches at her throat, choking on her own blood. The smirk on your face becomes more noticeable when you notice Bo's dark eyes burning with jealousy. The man steps over the girl's legs and comes closer to you, grabbing you by the neck and pressing you against the wall. You giggle, covering his hand with yours.

"What, baby? You don't like it when I use your methods, do you?" You purred, watching Bo's face contort in anger.

"Shut up."

His strong arms are gripping your shoulders, and his nose is burrowing into your neck. He showers your skin with careless kisses, circling around your scent glands. He mumbles something softly, and you feel his already bright pheromones amplify. A million times better than that girl's smell. You wrapped your arms around his waist, pulling Bo closer, to which he mumbled contentedly. You always liked how jealous and possessive he became in those moments when he realized that he really loved you and that, damn it, he wasn't ready to share you with anyone else. You were his alpha, and he was your omega, although he would never say it out loud. He often denied this desire, refusing to really consolidate this connection. After all, people would rather settle on a free omega to claim than a marked one. Alphas don't like to take other's stuff. But seeing other omegas circling around you, enjoying your pheromones, made him mad. Anger was bubbling deep in his stomach, and his heart was clenching.

"What is it? Jealous?"

Bo lets out a slight growl and tilts his head to the side, exposing his neck to you. His fingers are gripping your shoulders tightly.

"Mark me," he mutters, looking down at the floor.

"Baby, you're not in heat right now.."

"Mark me. Now. Please.." his voice almost trembles, and you tighten your grip on his waist, "Mark me. Show me that you need me... that you want me, not them."

You pulled him closer, touching his neck with your lips and showering small kisses on his skin. A soft sigh escapes from Beau, he closes his eyes. Finally, you sink your fangs into his sensitive spot, the man's body shudders with pleasure. Even if he is not in heat now and the mark will be short-lived, it gives him a strange feeling of calm. He belongs to you. He's yours. And you're his. Nobody else's.

"..thank you."

Brahms Heelshire

You were walking slowly through the mansion, heading towards Brahms. The last item on the list remains: the night kiss. Lately, Brahms has looked kind of nervous and detached, although not so long ago he threw a tantrum after Malcolm delivered groceries once again and stayed a little longer than usual, chatting with you just about nothing. After that, Brahms made a real mess. He even refused dinner, which was unlike him. Although this man was basically quite strange because of his upbringing, you couldn't blame him.

You knocked gently on the wooden door, clutching a mug of warm mint tea. It was supposed to help your boy sleep. There was no response. But you heard the distinct creak of the bed and a slight whine.

Frowning, you pulled the door handle and went into the room. You raised your eyebrows in surprise. Brahms was sitting on his large bed surrounded by clothes. Your clothes. His hands were convulsively clutching your clothes, shifting shirts from place to place the way he wanted. The man took one of the shirts and held it up to his face, taking a deep breath. His mask was pushed up just enough to show his nose and lips. Bitten lips with blood in some places. He seemed to be trying very hard to hide the sounds he was making. Brahms let out a soft whine, clutching one of your favorite shirts to your chest, which you wore this morning because it was cool in the garden.

It seems your boy was pushing you away without realizing that he needed your presence.

You let out a short laugh and entered the room. Putting the mug of tea on the dresser, you walked over to the bed. Brahms immediately tensed up when he heard someone else's footsteps. Looking up, the man caught your gaze and let out a slight whine. Right now, he looked like a lost needy puppy. You could swear that if he were a dog, his ears would be desperately pressed to his head right now, and his tail would be tapping on this mountain of clothes around him. Brahms crawled to the edge of the bed on his knees and grabbed the edge of your T-shirt with his fingers. His grip was strong, yearning, and his eyes were full of unspoken emotions. He didn't know what was going on with him, he didn't know why he felt that way and why he was doing these things, so he hoped that you would help him.

Your hand gently touched his hair, your fingers gently played with the curly strands. The man bent down to your touch, making a soft sob, and closed his eyes. Your hands were always so gentle and caring, you weren't like his past babysitters, you were different. You were good and kind, you even treated his doll well, like a real person. And now you've treated him well too.

With your free hand, you touched his chin gently, pulling his thumb away from his skillful lips. A few greased drops of blood were on your skin, but Brahms immediately, almost instinctively, wrapped your finger tongue, cleaning it from the lingonberry color liquid. He looked at you with those big brown eyes of a puppy, and you couldn't smile. His lips gently wrapped your finger, wanting to make you feel good. You always did everything he felt good, maybe he should be make you feel too..? You gently pulled him by the hair, laying on the bed. The large body of the man touched your clothes neatly folded into the improvised nest. You lay beside him, sipping Brahms gently to yourself. Even though Brahms was a big man, you were a little bigger than him, more muscular and strong. It always made Brahms feel small and free. He didn't have to hide under the mask, he didn't have to hide in the walls, no. Brahms was just a few minutes away. You took it all, with his problems, his capricious and his appearance. You loved him for himself. He was your little boy.

Brahms wrapped his arms around your waist, snorting his nose in your chest and squeak softly. With every second his body burned harder and harder, and in his head seemed to be a light mist. He was holding his nose harder in your chest, looking for comfort. You gently ran your hand over his hair, releasing the soothing pheromones through your groin glands. Brahms relaxed a little while, enjoying your smell. You always had your effect on him. Maybe he was your true omega. But it wasn't important now.

You pulled the man closer you, gently humming a lullaby , and pressed a kiss to his mask's forehead.

"Sweet dreams, baby."