#alpha queen

[beetlerings]

Big doodle dump get ready , mostly riptide and tmk

Some of these r pretty old

Also LET GRYFFON BE FAT he’s a panda he does not need abs there are enough guys with abs I will stand by this

Also also I fw chiptune heavy

[insomniakisses]

An eye for an eye | Two

Characters: helaena (main, romantic), Alicent (mentioned, platonic), Aegon (mentioned, platonic) , Aemond (mentioned, platonic)

Reader type: Female omega reader

Warnings / Notes: NSFW / Minors dni, omegaverse au, alpha helaena, she has a penis, cannon typical incest, sister x sister incest, smut, mentions of breeding, breeding kink, mentions of scars and traumatic events, fake eye, mentions of eye injury, hinted depression

Parts: one.

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“Im so sorry baby” is all she keeps saying kissing your head and carrying you to her chambers. You spend the night there, tucked into her embrace as she holds you swearing to protect you from this day swearing that one day the king will get what he deserves. And praying to the gods for all her children to be safe.

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It had been 6 years since that night and you hadn’t been the same. Gone was the girl that ran around the gardens with her brothers, rode on dragon back with her sister or sketched the many bugs her sister held. Now you were silent, tucked away in the dark as if afraid of what would happen should someone see you.

Like aemond you had been given an eyepatch, and a gem of your choosing for your eye. But no matter how bright the gem, how beautiful and gleaming or how much the patch concealed your lack of an eye. Nothing hid the scars on the right side of your face though faded, the lines were still visible.

You hated it, hated the sympathetic eyes just as much as the disgusted ones. You were never given a suitor, none having come forward after the loss of your eye or maybe it was that the king never cares enough to get you one.

So you sank into the lonelyness, the darkness of your room. You ate there, slept there and spent your day there. You hardly left. Hardly had visitors. Hardly did anything. It was like your joy had gone.

Aemond understood, at least at the start, but as he aged he grew angry and vengeful. Telling you of his plans to take lucerys’ eye that it HAD to be done. But you didn’t want that, that is the exact mindset and talk that lost you your eye.

Aegon also tried to get you out of your pit of darkness suggesting dragon rides, going drinking but you simply curl up refusing.

Your dragon of course misses your absence having minimal rides and time with you. You find it hard to move on, just like aemond, but your resentment lays in yourself and not a boy.

The boys, of course, weren’t the only ones that tried to bring you out. Your step mother, Alicent, had tried many times and even layed with you when she had time allowing you to curl against her for comfort as she whispered affections.

Them there was Helaena, sweet sweet helaena. Often overlooked by your family but the sweetest and most deserving of love. Often did she come to your room. Not to drag you out of it, but to stay with you. To give you some rest from the dark.

She would sit and silently embroider her bugs, pick up the ones she’d find by the window and mumble to herself occasionally.

At first it bothered you, why wouldn’t she just leave you alone? Couldn’t she see you wanted no one’s company? But today, today was different.

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You had awoken to a knock and a maid had entered to ready a bath once you were washed and changed you simply sat at the windowsill watching the busy courtyard and staring at the sky when one of the dragons pass by.

Your head turns when the door opens and helaena comes in silently sitting beside you. You let a hot puff of air out and watch her hands work on her latest piece, a moth you believe, the colours having been more subdued than the butterfly she had last done.

The more you watch the more you take in her beauty. It doesn’t come as a shock. You had always known your sister was pretty, as was the way for most born as Targaryens. But looking at her now you really see her.

You reach for some parchment and some chalks staring intently at her side profile, the sun perfectly hitting her loose curls that cascade down her back and shoulders.

You bite your lip as you stare sketching her perfect features the best you can, after all it’s hard to recreate such perfection.

The room is almost silent, filled only by the sounds of chalks on paper and needle and thread through cloth. She finishes her piece after you turning to look at you and gets a glimpse of the parchment and the way your crystal eye sparkles in the sun and you gasp letting out a quiet “no don’t look!” And she freezes confused at why you would deny her such beauty and she continues to stair eyes full of adoration. “You shine the brightest and yet you confine yourself to this darkness” her words are quiet but full of truth and the way she looks at you makes you feel so brave.

You gently reach up to cup her face waiting for a sign of permission and she leans into your touch kissing your palm not caring that the chalk is now on her face and you take a shaky breath before leaning in and her eyes close as your lips barely brush hers and she lets out the cutest neediest moan and leans forward lips following yours as she chases the kiss.

You cant help giggle and you grab her hand leading her to your bed. Standing beside it to kiss her again and her hands make quick work of undressing you, as you undress her, and once your both bare theres an air of shyness.

You shaking reach for her face again and she smiles leaning in for a kiss and gently pushing you onto the bed her body between your legs as you kiss her soft hand caressing your sides as she kisses her way across your face.

“So beautiful” she whispers as she kisses your scars and your eyes flutter shut a soft hum escaping you as her smooth hands caressed your hips.

You whine in need wrapping ur legs round her hips and she hums grabbing her cock and rubbing her tip against your clit moaning.

You pull her down for a kiss and she slips the tip of her cock in, thrusting it in and out refusing to go deeper. She knows you’re unmarried and should remain “pure” but she also cannot help the need to burry herself in you.

She manages a few more shallow thrusts, panting against your jaw occasionally placing a kiss or bite against your soft skin.

“I- I can’t I’m sorry” she whimpers and you don’t realise what is happening till you feel a sharp pain and an uncomfortable stretch. She has buried herself to the hilt. Cock twitching as she spirts her load into you hot thick cum painting your walls as she groans hiding against your neck. Kissing and sucking it in between her needy whines.

Your eyes are screwed shut, legs locked around her waist silently pleeing she stay buried inside you as your own moans and whines of pleasure fill the room as your orgasm takes hopd aided by her thumb eagerly rubbing at your clit.

Its like time stops, nothing either of you can focus on but her seemingly endless cum shooting into you spurt after spurt. Your walls clenching hard around her, milking every drop.

Her hips stutter at the last drops on her load leaks into you and her hips immediately start back up, her hands coming to hold ur legs to your chest as she ruts into you.

Gone is your sweet soft Helaena, replaced by a rough pounding alpha mind only focusing on the feeling of herself buried deep in your heat her tip hitting you so deep it makes your head spin. Her warm cum dripping from you every thrust leaking down her balls and ruining the sheets.

You move one hand to her jaw pulling her into a kiss as she groans deep, both of your moans mixing as her tongue runs against yours. Your other hand moving to rub your sensitive clit legs shaking slightly as the pleasure becomes all too much another orgasm rippling through you.

This time, however, she does slow her hips imstead she quickens her pace slamming rougher and rougher into your cumming once more as she slams her cock deep growling and slapping your hands off when u attempt to push her away.

“Stop! Stop! Please hel, its too much!” Your please are ignored as she seems in some sort of trance. Pulling you lower on the bed towards her moving you into a mating press.

“Can’t.” She groans, “can’t stop.” She whimpers a little her cock past sensitive her cock blushing red as it slams into you again and again. “M’sorry” she moans breath ragged and eyes wide as you both feel her knot start growing and with a final moan she pops her knot.

It slips in with the wettest pop and she gasp yelping when you clench around her hard. Both your eyes rolling back as she gives another big load and your legs shake squirting all over her legs and abs. Her happy trail covered and sticking to her skin causing a needy whine.

“Fuck baby” you whimper as she slumps against you moving your legs to wrap round her waist her cock slipping deeper at the new position.

You both lay there drifting off to sleep contently her cock continuing to twitch and leak cum as her hips grind against you having a mind of their own and she burries her nose in your neck while you rub her back. Neither of you really taking in what you have just done..

[deniedbetahusband4]

[tentacledwizarddraws]

this would be so funny

[royaltea000]

drawing him completely clothed as repentance for drawing him completely nude

[catherine-sketches]

Omegaverse X-men but the sub gender matches the power level.

Omega gender? Omega Class.

Jean Grey with the powers of a fiery god? Omega

Magneto who can invert the magnetic fields of the earth with a thought? Omega

Ororo Munroe, Storm, Mother Nature come again? Omega

That inadvertently creates a whole new culture in the mutant community because if a mutant comes to you and you can smell a sweet and inviting omega scent the humans may subconsciously think about the omega stereotypes of meekness or emotional instability or how they are only good to taking care of the pups and only an alpha can handle these serious affairs bla bla bla

While the mutants in the room collectively go “shit fuck shit fuck a Matriarch is here!!” and they all start to straighten themselves to both impress (because the matriarch may like you and give you protection in their pack) or make yourself less threatening (because they may hate your vibes on sight and delete you from existence WHO KNOW???)

This brings us to Charles Xavier.

Professor X, who is an Alpha level mutant (depending on the continuity) but is also an Omega Level Telepath (also depending on the continuity)

If he is an Alpha, his and Erik’s divorce has been wrecking the X-men and the Brotherhood packs for nearly 5 decades now (the x-men because they are Matriarchless which is wrecking their whole dynamics over there and their Patriarch is suddenly blind to his ex husband nearly KILLING THE PRESIDENT AGAIN CHARLES OMG?!?! and the Brotherhood because their Matriarch is going ballistic over that bald man for 50 years now and NO DONT LEAVE OUR MISSION TO SAVE YOUR EX WHAT ABOUT OUR GOALS?!?!)

If he is an Omega, the X-Men vs Brotherhood is actually both a divorce (omega/omega marriages are frowned upon but who is stopping them?) and two Matriarchs fighting over who is the better mom, provider and protector for the family (all mutant kind)

In both scenarios they meet once a month to play chess and fuck nasty

(Also as a bonus for the last scenario: Logan is classified as an Alpha level mutant…

Charles and Erik, both Omegas, wanting pups: *see Logan who is strong and capable and caring under all the grumpiness and nearly indestructible* this one will do

Logan, getting levitated by his bones: what

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[kabukiaku]

first batch of kofi commissions!! thanks for the support (and patience ^^;)

[luthi3n]

Perimedes is one generation older than Telemachus. (Maaaybe two depending on his age compared to Tele and at what point in the generation label they were born.)

In a cut song, Perimedes says "yeet," which is Gen Z slang.

Therefore, it makes perfect sense in Epic canon for Telemachus to use Gen Alpha slang.

[clarissaweasley-10]

Grayson Hawthorne is just sooo babygirl like I SWEAR-

[glitterberrysims]

Evil Queen Tiara

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[sleeplessdreamer123]

Fanfic Idea! (ABO Lucemond, The Past Repeats Itself)

Where Aemond didn't realize he was favoring his bastard son with Alys until it was too late.

But in the eyes of one of his children with Lucerys.

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Daenys Targaryen was scared. She heard her muña's horrified gasp, saw him rush towards where they huddled together, and cried when he saw the state of Baelon, his sweet son, his first born boy, a group of Maesters trying to calm him down. Aemon, his twin, held his brother's hand, and when he felt their muña's hand on his shoulder, he cried, his face having been bruised by a large fist.

The person who owned the fist in question was there. Aerion, her older half-brother, watched the scene with a cruel smile. Daenys didn't like him. She didn't like him when he tried to push Aemon down a cliff, she didn't like him when he tried to barge into Alysanne's room, she didn't like him when he ripped her new dress up, and he especially didn't like him now, with a satisfied grin on his face. He had no remorse for what he's done. He has permanently scarred her older brother, and he was happy.

She had never felt so scared and angry in all her life. Her brother's screams terrified her, it was...animalistic. Even now he wailed in agony, the right side of his face was completely burnt. The Maesters were applying cream to at least cool the wound down, but he still screamed and struggled, he begged for their muña. Daenys saw another wave of pain hitting her muña, his face twisting in complete agony as his son continue to wail, even when he held him.

"What happened?"

Daenys turned to see her grandmother, and she felt the weight of what occured that day. She allowed herself to cry and opened her arms, wishing to be hugged as well. She saw her older sister Alysanne wanting the same thing, and she dragged her to their grandmother's arms. It was so warm, so sweet, so caring. She pretended not to notice how her grandmother angled herself, blocking the cruel and heated gaze from Aerion.

"Oh, my girls. What happened?" She whispered to them, and Daenys found herself too choked up to answer. So Alysanne did it for her.

"Aerion called Baelon a bastard for having muña's hair." Alysanne began, and Daenys felt her grandmother tightening her hug. "He said true Targaryens had silver hair and purple eyes. He said he would prove it. He...he held Baelon's head over the fire. He said true Targaryens don't burn, and that it was proof Baelon's a bastard."

If it was any other day, Daenys would scoff at that. Aerion was the bastard. The servants said so. The noblemen she eavesdropped on said so. She heard her muña said so, after the incident with Aemon, her brother's fever so high, they all thought the stranger would visit. He didn't know Daenys heard, but she did. And that was enough of a confirmation for her.

And besides, Baelon wasn't a bastard, and the proof was as clear as day, with him sharing the womb with Aemon, the one who looks the most like a Targaryen prince.

"Aemon tried to stop him," Alysanne hiccupped, tears forming in her eyes. "Aerion punched him and we dragged Baelon away. Grandmother," she was close to sobbing, "Baelon said he couldn't see me."

She saw her grandmother look at Aerion, horrified, then at Baelon, with an emotion Daenys couldn't really place.

The doors opened, and Daenys felt herself stiffen. Her kepa is here, his scent of smoke and ash completely dominating the room. She buried herself deeper in the arms of her grandmother and older sister.

She never felt anything for him but clear hatred. She couldn't show it, though. Her muña told her so. But she did. She truly did. A part of her wished to be a bastard, because it would mean the man standing there wasn't her actual kepa, and that her true kepa would come someday, rescue her muña and the rest of them.

She never felt any love from her kepa. He didn't punish Aerion when Aemon almost died, he didn't punish him when he almost forced himself into Alysanne's room, he didn't punish him for tearing up the dress her muña ordered just for her. She didn't bother begging for her brother's justice. She knew they would get none, just like before, they would only get cold indifference, because he always favored Aerion in the end.

She looked over to see what excuse he would give Aerion now. Did he perhaps not know what he was doing? Was he confused, like a toddler not knowing what to do? Will Baelon be blamed, like Aemon, like Alysanne, like she was when they asked for justice, for protection, for an ounce of care? Or will he blame their muña? Will he curse him in High Valyrian, will he place the blame on him, will he excuse his favorite son again?

It was obvious he would.

So why did he falter at the sight of Baelon? Why did shock cross his face at the sight of a permanently scarred boy of ten and two?

Daenys' hands crumpled her grandmother's skirts. She wished to scream at him. Baelon is hurt because of his favorite boy, and all he could do is stare.

Get out. GET OUT!

"Get out."

Daenys was surprised, before realizing it didn't come from her mouth, but from her muña's. He had his back turned away from the door, too busy watching over Baelon and Aemon, but they all knew who he was addressing.

He was telling the King of the Realms to get out of the room.

Daenys saw him froze, as if he'd been slapped. Her muña never did that before. Ordering their kepa to leave. She felt a joy she hadn't felt in a while when she saw a hint of hurt in her kepa's face.

"Lucerys..." He called her muña's name in a way that shocked Daenys. He never used that tone, not with their part of the family. At least, not that she knew of. It was the type of soft plea, an almost pleasant one. She never knew that that man could use such a tone.

Something must have snapped in her muña, because she saw him turn to face her kepa, and his eyes, his eyes held the look of a angered dragon. They blazed with fury, with hatred.

"My son is hurt." Her muña said in a voice that held barely contained rage. "I do not have the time or energy to listen to your excuses for that bastard. Leave, and take that demon with you."

Aerion's face morphed into an ugly scowl, and Daenys looked at it very closely, to remember it for all her life.

"You dare call me a bastard, you whore's son-"

This time, Daenys couldn't stop her gasp. Kepa slapped Aerion. The King slapped his favorite son.

Even Aerion was surprised. He was never disciplined. He would run his mouth and the King would ignore every disrespectful thing that exits it. But not now. No, he was actually slapped.

Daenys will treasure the memory of Aerion's shocked face for the rest of her life.

Her kepa didn't bother looking at his favorite son. He kept staring at her muña. Her muña glared at them both.

"I will not ask again, Aemond. Take your bastard and leave. I have a son to tend to, and you are merely wasting my time."

Her kepa looked like he wanted to to argue, but her muña already turned back to Baelon, completely ignoring the King.

"How is Baelon?" He tried, directing his question to the Maester.

"The right side of the Prince's face is burnt beyond saving. We will need to cut the burnt pieces off. He will be scarred for life. And..." The Maester hesitated a little, before continuing, "his right eye is permanently damaged, and it seems his left eye is unresponsive, nothing we can do would save them."

The silence that ensued made everything felt heavy. Daenys wanted to cry again. Baelon always dreamt of being a fighter, a powerful knight. He would tell them everyday that he would be the best dragon knight of the realm. He swore to protect all of them. And now he was blind. If he had lost just one eye, he still had a chance. He could follow in their kepa's footsteps. If he only lost his right eye, he would still have a chance. But he lost both.

"Leave." Her muña's voice was so soft, so heartbreaking. The dragon turned into a grieving mother.

"Leave my family alone."

"Will you not even ask for justice? For our son?" Her kepa asked strangely. As if he wanted to hear him ask.

"I will have no justice here. You are keen to hurt me, my family. It is useless, a waste of time and breath." Her muña choked. "Besides, no amount of begging would bring back my son's eyes. No amount of begging will help him see again." He wiped the tears from Baelon's eyes.

"Muña, muña, I can't see you muña. I can't see." Baelon cried out, and Lucerys took his hand, kissing his palm, holding it close.

"Leave us. Leave my family alone. You and your son have done enough damage. Neither of you are needed. Neither of you are wanted. Just...just leave."

Daenys watch as her kepa's face fall apart for the first time, before he collected himself. He grabbed Aerion by the shoulder and dragged him outside, the door slamming behind them.

Daenys and Alysanne rushed to their brother's side, Aemon continued to hold his twin's hand. Their grandmother watched from a distance.

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When the Maesters finally left, Baelon was asleep. They gave him as much milk of the poppy as they could, completely knocking him out. Lucerys sent his children to his private chambers, promising each of them that he would follow shortly.

He then looked at Alicent. Alicent looked at him. They were silent for a moment, before Lucerys started.

"My children aren't safe here. Grandmother," he whispered, shocking Alicent to the core. "Grandmother, please. Help me. Help my family. I don't want the crown, I don't want another war. Let Jaehaera wear it. Let Aerion were it. I want nothing to do with it. I just want...I just want my family to be free of this retched place."

Alicent looked at him, at his tear stricken face. She saw herself in the days of old. She found herself nodding. Yes, she would help him. Yes, she would save them. Save them the way she had wished someone saved her.

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Aerion had been punished but not as harshly as she had hoped. Daenys couldn't help but feel disappointed. He was only ordered to stay in his room, to not leave until Baelon's injury completely healed. She heard the servants whisper about his tantrums, a young man of ten and five, raging like a toddler.

Their kepa kept coming, trying to visit Baelon, to see their muña. He was met with cold indifference from all of them. He tried speaking to Baelon, to ask how he felt. Baelon always answered that he was tired and would like to rest. He tried talking to their muña, but he would completely ignore him, too busy helping Baelon to look at the King's begging, imploring look. He even tried reaching out to Alysanne, the gentlest child, and all she did was look at him in disappointment.

It took weeks before he seem to understand. He left them alone after a talk with their grandmother.

The only thing that made Daenys feel something other than sadness and rage was the fact that they were going to Dragonstone as soon as Baelon was fit enough to travel. She, her muña, her brothers, her sister and her grandmother are going to Dragonstone. She couldn't wait.

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Shocking news began to spread across all of Westeros. Prince-Consort Lucerys Targaryen, along with his children, disappeared from their trip to Dragonstone, causing the King to forget his duties, ordering the search for his family, and even using Vhagar to look for them himself.

Some say that Queen Regent Alicent got rid of them, effectively ending the line of the Black Queen, Rhaenyra Targaryen. Other say the boat they were on sank due to an unexpected storm. Then there were whispers, saying the Prince-Consort managed to tame Vermithor and his mate Silverwing, effectively whisking his children away to an island in Essos.

A few days after, news arrived, of Prince Aerion trying to take the throne while his father searched for his missing family. Soon King Aemond returned, without his family, but with a vengeance.

Aerion was no match for his father. King Aemond once again had the title Kinslayer. Soon he, too, disappeared, leaving King's Landing in shambles.

No one knew where the missing Targaryens were. Some say Aemond found them, and in his rage, murdered them all. Some say he found them, and imprisoned them in a castle far away. Some say they went back to Old Valyria, where they die a gruesome death.

King Aemond never took a second wife during that time. He never sired any other child. From then until the time of his own disappearance, he was alone. When he was presumed dead, the crown was passed on to Jaehaera, who ruled with grace, and with the guidance of her grandmother Alicent.

[nothing-54]

Transformers ONE X Nimona AU

This is an AU with my two FAVORITE ANIMATED MOVIES!!!, the first being Nimona and the second being Transformers ONE (which I watch recently and loved It) and the two movies reminded me of each other (one betraying the other and lying assholes of leader that made SHIT choses) so I came up with this Idea to put the two movies together:

PS. I know some people ship Orion Pax and D-16 together but in this AU I made it be a cousin relationship between Ambrosuis (A gay demisexual (my HC) man) and Eleanor (A lesbian demisexual woman) DO NOT SHIP THEM TOGETHER FOR THE LOVE OF LIFE PLEASE THEY ARE FUCKING COUSINS !!!, and I wanted to see my OC in all her villainy glory.

Anyway here is the cast :

Ambrosuis Goldenloin : Orion Pax/Optimus Prime

Eleanor Terrestreus/Icaba OC : D-16/Megatron (this is my OC who is Ambrosuis' adopted cousin, the Director's adopted daughter, is blind in her right eye, has dyslexia, and she is a human/basilisk hybrid)

Ballister Boldheart : Elita-1 (both smart and badass)

Nimona : B-127/B/Bumblebee (both fun and cause destruction)

The Director : Sentinel Prime (hate these two with a burning passion)

Garth Blackblood OC : Airachnid (wanted to add him in more so I chose this character)

Queen Valerin : Alpha Tron (both get killed/hurt by someone they thought they could trust)

Artemis OC : Megatronis Prime (makes sense because Valerin and Artemis are friends and allies)(this is my shapeshifter OC who is transgender (m+f)

Gloreth : Zeta Prime (in this Gloreth and Ambrosuis are not related in this AU sorry about that)

Todd Sureblade : Darkwing (because I can and they are the same dumb shitheads)

Echidna OC : Starscream (this is my OC who is the Basilisk leader)

Andraphius OC : Soundwave

Saniya OC : Shockwave (this is my OC who is the Harpy leader)

Diego (squire) : Jazz

and that's all I have for this AU hope you enjoy!

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Madelyne Pryor as Anodyne in X-Men/Alpha Flight (1985) Art by Paul Smith and Bob Wiacek

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AS I PROMISED @antihibikase I've only had a few handful of headcanons for the Kitakami siblings but they are half-filipino on their fathers side. Which we no nothing about other than he most likely had purple hair and yellow eyes. Speaking of, @salon-maiden-anabel (Who is also Barbara's new namesake and redesigned by) joked about how the Kitakami siblings just spawned in one day. Originally the half-filipino hc stemmed from me randomly thinking of Carmine swearing in tagalog and it just cemented its way into the Hybridverse's canon