Gee, Tumblr would probably really hate it if you shared and spread this damning article … To the surprise of absolutely none of Tumblr’s LGBTQ users, it turns out the independent NYC human rights agency Commission on Human Rights (CCHR) found that Tumblr’s ham-fisted adult content ban in December 2018 disproportionately targeted LGBTQ users. The CCHR’s investigation revealed Tumbler’s moderation algorithms is demonstrably biased against queer content. As part of the settlement, Tumblr was obligated to review their prejudicial anti-gay moderation policies. Even more mortifyingly, they’ve also had to hire an expert on sexual orientation and gender identity (SOGI) issues and provide unconscious bias training to their moderators. I frankly doubt Tumblr has learned a thing from this humbling experience. Just recently the Tumblr algorithm flagged three ancient posts of mine as violating their terms. All three “offenders” were vintage homoerotic beefcake images (softcore by modern standards) roughly 50 – 65-years-old by Bruce of Los Angeles, Bob Mizer and Tom of Finland. (These are of course pioneering queer artists who routinely faced censorship and imprisonment in the fifties and sixties. Plus ca change!). They've been visible on my page - corrupting viewers - for years at this point. I appealed all three immediately. Only the Tom of Finland one was approved. The other two are now hidden. So, they haven't learned much. Apparently, Tumblr – who loves to declare how hip, youthful, inclusive and progressive their values are - wants to restore trust with their queer users. I’d recommend we remember their hypocrisy when Pride rolls around and Tumblr splashes rainbow flags everywhere and attempts to pink wash their image.
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This fic will explore the fanon of Tiefling rut/heat cycles: specifically, what happens when a stressed, overworked, sexually pent-up wizard is confronted with his own biology and his feelings about a certain hero all at once?
Thank you @rolansrighthorn for kindly beta reading this chapter!
Rolan x afab!Tav
Birds and Bees - Ch.1
The new Master of Ramazith's Tower hasn't been feeling well.
Rolan isn't quite sure what's wrong with himself, but when Tav arrives back in Baldur's Gate, things get much worse.
Tags: Tiefling Ruts, Sexual Tension, Mutual Pining | Word Count: 3.4k [Read on AO3]
Rolan awoke feeling sick as a dog.
He pulled his legs over the edge of the mattress with a wince. The dull ache in his muscles was something he hadn't felt since those first weeks on the road out of Elturel.
He'd slept like hells the past few days; no doubt that was the cause. Once again, bizarre nightmares had left him gasping awake before dawn, covered in a clammy sheen of perspiration.
The dreams featuring Tav, however…
Rolan’s tail shuddered and flicked over the bedsheets behind him at the memory. He pushed those thoughts forcefully from his head. Tav was due back in Baldur’s Gate today—that was the last thing he should be thinking of when she arrived at Sorcerous Sundries.
She’d been away for over a week this time, gathering her materials in the Underdark. He wondered if that meant she'd have enough work to keep her in the city for longer, too. The thought encouraged him enough to rise and dress for the day. He should make sure her alchemy station was prepped and ready for her at the back of the shop, at least.
Down on the main floor of Sorcerous Sundries, Rolan’s improved mood was instantly tested. Cal took in his face wide-eyed.
“You look awful.”
“And good morning to you,” Rolan responded irritably.
“Is it?” Cal trailed after him as he unlocked and threw open the wide front doors. “Rolan, maybe you need a day off. You look like you barely slept.”
Right as the words left him, a teacup appeared at his elbow.
“Had a feeling you might need it,” Lia told him. “Looks like I was right.”
Too tired to combat both his siblings at once this early in the day, Rolan accepted the tea with a begrudging sigh of thanks. The smell of bitter herbs hit his nose before he took the first sip.
“Doctoring me with folk remedies now?”
Lia waved a dismissive hand as she moved behind the counter. “Yeah, yeah, we all know you'd rather get fussed over by Tav. Can't have you dragging your tail and embarrassing us in front of her, though.”
Cal walked off with a snort.
Rolan shut his eyes and wished he could return straight back to bed. Instead, he drank his tea down in silence and said a prayer for an easy day of work.
He did find himself perking up after a while. It was difficult to stay sullen on such a glorious spring day; clear sunlight streamed generously through the high windows above, and the flow of customers milling into the shop settled into a pleasant, familiar hum. Rolan fell into the rhythm of assisting them here and there, locating scrolls and giving advice on spellwork.
It certainly wasn’t the prospect of seeing Tav again that was improving his mood so much. That’s what Rolan kept telling himself, at least.
Another breeze drifted in through the open atrium behind him, bringing with it the fresh scent of spring wildflowers. Rolan was taken with a sudden fancy to move closer to wherever it emanated from.
“Lovely morning, isn't it?”
Tav stood beaming at him from the doorway, despite the full-to-bursting pack slung over one of her shoulders. Clearly he wasn’t the only one affected by the irresistibly nice weather.
“It rather is,” Rolan agreed. Ignoring her usual protests, he unshouldered the bag from her with a tug; its weight made him question whether she’d stuffed it entirely with minerals.
“Ugh…thanks.” Tav stretched her arms back appreciatively. She was wearing a lightweight tunic, carelessly laced, and the motion strained the fabric over her chest.
Rolan averted his gaze, feeling rather warm all of a sudden. He instead led Tav back to her workstation near the stairs.
“Looks busy in here,” she remarked with approval. “Business good?”
“Can’t complain. I take it your travels were as successful?” He punctuated the comment by landing her pack on the desk with a heavy thump. Tav laughed.
“Brilliant, actually. I've got a lot to show you, if you can spare the time.”
“Just give me a few minutes,” he answered, turning back to her.
Tav didn’t reply right away; she was frowning at his face. “Rolan, are you ill? You look flushed—” And she reached a hand as if to feel his forehead.
“Of course not,” Rolan answered, a bit too swiftly. Casting for an excuse to create some distance, he moved to the nearby reference shelves and began shoving the mess of books back into their correct cubbies. “Cal, could you grab another stack of the beginner’s Weave series? We’ve sold through.”
Cal looked up from his work rolling scroll pages. “Er, sure…which wing is that again?”
“Nevermind,” Rolan sighed. “I’ll get them myself. Let me know if your station’s missing any supplies,” he added to Tav, letting his voice soften a bit. It earned him a dimpling smile.
Rolan strode away from her toward the portal, feeling that annoying ache in his legs return as he did.
—
Tav watched Rolan’s figure trudge up the staircase with another twinge of concern. Then she set to work connecting all the equipment on her alchemy station. Lia appeared at her side before long, asking after her week’s travels in the Underdark and catching her up on news and gossip from the Gate. It was so nice to have friends like Lia; ones you could pick up right where you left off with.
Tav had emptied her bag onto her desk and begun sorting the small mountain of herbs into separate piles as she listened. “How’s Rolan been doing with everything, really?”
Lia was turning over one of her shards of laculite, idly catching the sunlight in its facets. “Mostly happy. And stressed, and overextended. And completely neurotic about organizing every shelf in the library. You know, typical wizard stuff.”
“I just hope he’s looking after himself,” she said down to her work. The words left her mouth easier than she wished.
Lia leaned a hip against her desk with arms crossed. “You sound interested in helping with that.”
The quake in Tav’s stomach made her feel very caught out, then very stupid. She let out an exhale of laughter instead.
“Rolan’s made it pretty clear that he is not,” she replied. Her fingers began stripping the blooms from her pile of dried mugwort with more force than strictly necessary.
“Between you and me,” Lia mused, “I don’t think Rolan’s anywhere near clear on that subject. Smart people can be real idiots, you know.”
“Who can?”
Rolan was headed from the staircase with an armful of books; he stood behind Lia with a suspicious look. Tav immediately wondered how much he’d heard.
“Rich people,” Lia answered at once, still leaning casually against Tav’s desk. “Lady Whitburn’s handmaid keeps coming in asking for spell scrolls that I’m pretty sure don’t exist. You think she’d get the picture by now.”
Rolan let out a long-suffering sigh and held out the stack of volumes to her. “Take these. And just send Cal to help her next time, that’s why she keeps coming back.”
Lia threw up a hand as if that only proved her point. “Like I said, idiots.” But with one last glance at Tav, she grabbed the books and ferried them away to the front of Sorcerous Sundries.
For her part, Tav resumed the work of preparing the week’s ingredients—there were several large batches of antidote to get through this morning. Rolan took up his usual spot at the desk in her periphery.
Ever since the first week he’d offered Sorcerous Sundries to her as a home of operations for her alchemy, Tav found herself spending many hours at work beside Rolan like this. They spent the time talking about her travels, or his latest studies with the Weave, or just discussing the last books they’d read. On busier days, he was called away to help customers for most of her visit.
Today, however, Rolan stood unusually silent next to her.
“Sure you’re feeling all right?” She glanced at his back, again noting the tense line of his shoulders.
“Just a bit tired.” Rolan tipped open his massive record of the shop figures. “Haven’t been sleeping well.”
“I could make you something for that, if you like.”
He gave a low huff of laughter as he took up his quill. “From what I hear from my customers, I’d be out cold for days.”
“Really?” She couldn’t help a grin of professional pride, but focused on adjusting the flame under her distilling glass. “Glad they’re selling well.”
“I can barely keep them on the shelves, especially those remedial draughts you make. The last batch lasted three days.”
Though it was satisfying to hear, Tav felt a bit chagrined. “Damn…won’t have more of those for a while. I still need to track down a new materials trader in the Gate. My usual guy moved on to Neverwinter.”
There was a short pause in their little corner, filled only with the sounds of softly bubbling liquid against glass.
“You know,” Rolan said without turning, “you’re welcome to stay here, if it’s easier for you. The guest room’s always empty. That is, so you wouldn’t have to travel across the city on top of finding your new contact.”
“Oh—” Tav tried hard not to read anything into his offer. “Actually, I already left my things with Danis and Bex. But thank you, Rolan,” she added.
Rolan coughed lightly, back still turned. “Of course.”
There was another pause, longer and strangely awkward. Tav suddenly found she needed something more to occupy her thoughts than watching a flask boil. Reaching down for her pack, she pulled her research journal up to the desk.
It had been many weeks since Rolan brought up that subject. Why now?
Cal and Lia constantly reminded her of the long-standing offer of a room in the Tower anytime she had need of it. For unspoken reasons, she’d always found polite ways of declining.
It wasn’t that Rolan had made her feel unwelcome in any way. After all, he’d opened up the expansive resources of Ramazith’s Tower to her use, lending her all of the delicate and expensive alchemy equipment that she’d never be able to cart back and forth in her travels. She owed much of her current success to his generosity.
But Rolan had proven himself a generous patron for all kinds of arcane arts as Master of Ramazith’s Tower. Really, what made her think she was any kind of special case?
The fact that she’d very much like to be that to him…well.
That was something Tav tried not to think about. It only led her to dangerous territory, such as staring at his hands while he worked a spell and wondering what else they might be good for. Hardly conducive to a friendly, professional relationship.
And if she was any good at reading signals, friendly but professional was how Rolan wanted to keep things.
Tav shuffled through her notes a bit too briskly and almost scattered them. That was enough dwelling on that subject; clearly, Rolan had plenty to think about without worrying about unwanted advances in his own home. The least she could do to repay his generosity would be to continue respecting his boundaries.
“Noblestalk propagation?”
She glanced over her shoulder. To her surprise, Rolan had moved closer to peer down at the top page in her hands with curiosity.
“Most valuable thing in the Underdark,” she told him. “Even more than mithril. Actually, this is what I wanted to show you—”
Noblestalk fetched a high price for its alchemical power, certainly, but also for its rarity. The delicate mushrooms were notoriously picky about where they grew; it was part of what made them so hard to find.
Truth be told, she’d been running a little experiment on them down in the Underdark over the past few months. She ran a finger across the charted results as she explained them to Rolan, whose tension seemed to vanish as he listened on with keen interest.
“Obviously the spores took faster in high humidity. But look, they actually did better when I transplanted them in a really cold spot near the river here—which is so odd, most fungi need a bit of warmth—
“Have you tried recreating these artificially? Carrying a sample back to the surface?”
“Not yet.” She scratched her chin in thought. “I’d need to find somewhere underground to propagate it. And I’d rather not spend any more time in the sewers, after that little cult business.”
“Just do it here,” Rolan dismissed, as if it was the plainly obvious solution. “We’ve got quite a few empty vaults now. Shouldn’t be too hard to repurpose one as a greenhouse of sorts.”
As she turned her head to respond, she was caught up short.
Rolan was still peering intently at her writing. But in his concentration, he’d angled his body very close beside her. His chest nearly brushed her shoulder. She could’ve counted the freckles dusting his nose.
When he reached forward to flip over the page, she felt his other hand actually rest on the far side of her waist—the absent way you might touch someone very familiar to you when moving past them. Heat rose in her cheeks at the gesture.
Perhaps Rolan felt her tense. He blinked, and she watched realization dart over his features. He stepped back at once.
“Apologies.” Then he cleared his throat to add—“Your work is quite engaging.”
Coming from him, the words sounded much nicer than they had a right to. She felt her flush deepening, and quickly turned back to reorder her notes.
“Thanks,” she laughed, praying it didn’t sound as awkward as it felt rising in her throat.
Behind her back, she heard Rolan return to his desk on her left. Presumably continuing his work on the Sundries inventory; more likely trying to ignore her obvious fluster.
She clenched her jaw in an attempt to shove that same stupid, fluttery feeling out of her stomach, and returned to the practical work at hand.
—
Rolan stared down at last week’s sales in his ledger. The figures were a blur of meaningless scribbles in front of his eyes.
Was he feverish? Seriously ill? There had to be a sound explanation for the way he’d just…laid hands on her like that, unthinking.
He clenched the guilty right hand responsible, feeling its sharp nails press crescent moons into his palm. Idiot. He took a deep breath to regain his composure.
It only caused that lovely wildflower scent from before to fill his lungs more completely, pulling at his other senses. Perhaps it was emanating from one of the many strange ingredients Tav was always carrying back from the Underdark. Was that what had muddled his mind this way?
He found himself glancing back over his shoulder to where she was bent over her alchemy scales. The pink tip of her tongue was visible between her teeth, a gesture she often made when concentrating.
As Rolan watched, a lock of her hair slipped forward over her shoulder. She swept it absently back behind her ear. The innocuous motion caused another wave of something floral to brush past his face, stronger this time.
“Are you wearing scent?”
Tav glanced up from the powder she was weighing out, brows raised in question. “What?”
“Nothing,” Rolan said swiftly, shaking himself back to rights a bit. He felt very lucky she seemed to have misheard. He turned back to his work before he could say anything else strange or embarrassing.
With effort, Rolan forced his attention back to the comforting logic of sums and figures.
The time passed with blessed uneventfulness after that. The soft sounds of glassware and bubbling liquids from Tav’s alchemy faded to an idle lull at the back of Rolan’s consciousness. Nevertheless, he pushed through the past month’s numbers with more difficulty than usual, scratching through multiple errors as his quill moved over the page. He occasionally had to pause to rub at an uncomfortable crick building in his neck.
A laugh came from behind him. “Do you mind?”
Rolan raised his head to look. Tav was gesturing at the corner of her alchemy station with a bemused expression.
To his own confusion, he found that his tail had traveled there of its own accord sometime in the past minutes. It lay coiled on the wood, its tip flicking back and forth in her direction, as if seeking her attention.
With another chuckle, Tav’s fingers closed around it and lightly dropped the appendage off the edge of her desk.
An involuntary sound caught in Rolan’s throat. The moment her hand connected with his skin, a shock of blood rushed to his groin. He nearly tipped forward in alarm at the feeling.
The rapid redirection left his legs wobbling and bloodless. His knees almost buckled under him; he gripped sharp claws into the edge of his wooden desk to steady himself.
As the ringing in his ears cleared, he heard Tav reading under her breath behind him while she ground something against her mortar. Praise the gods that whatever just happened to his body had escaped her notice.
“Need a book from the library—”
Without a backward glance, Rolan stumbled toward the stairs.
Spurred on by the knowledge that any customers who might notice his urgent departure would certainly see the reason for it, he strode on double-time for the portal. Only once the swirl of Weave closed behind him, depositing him in the quiet of the Tower, did he release the breath caught up in his lungs.
Seeking to ground himself, Rolan glanced up to watch the golden dust motes drift through a beam of sunlight. It was the strangest sensation to be standing completely still and feel a sweat break out over his brow.
How did he not realize days ago? Muscle aches—difficulty sleeping—heightened senses. All clear indicators that his biology had finally caught up with him, albeit a solid year later than it should have.
Rolan gripped a hand to the back of his head with a groan of realization. Not perfume—it had been Tav herself he kept catching scent of this morning. That sweet smell that practically made his mouth water to recall now was nothing but raw instinct laid bare.
Well, he had no right to complain about the timing. Apparently many frantic months of escaping the Hells, surviving on the road, and battling back an invasion from the Astral Plane had done a lot to delay the inevitable.
But inevitable it was, and as of today, very much inescapable. There was never really a convenient time for this sort of thing, was there?
It could be worse—as the new keeper of Ramazith’s Tower, at least he found himself with private quarters to retreat to for the entirety of it. If he was lucky, it would all be over in a week, and then he could go on ignoring this unfortunate side effect of his Infernal heritage for a few more uneventful years.
Lia and Cal could manage the shop for a week without any major calamities, surely?
As Rolan paced the silk carpets of the Tower floor, he forced his feverish mind to finish scrabbling together the plan. His gaze fell on the desk by the window. In the next second, he was putting shaking quill to parchment. Something simple, just enough they’d understand—
Bad week for visitors. Please mind the Sundries while I recover. Tell Tav
The tip of his quill skipped as he paused, letting a droplet of ink bleed into the page.
Tell Tav what, exactly? That he was in his room rutting his brains out like an animal in heat? Likely thinking of her while he did?
That line of thought brought a series of unhelpful and very stimulating images to mind. He swallowed down a humiliating sound as the stiffness between his legs grew painfully hard in reaction. Merciful, bloody hells.
Tell Tav nothing, he finished in a scrawl. Rolan folded the note and deposited it on the floor just in front of the portal, where it would be impossible for his siblings to miss.
Then he turned for the staircase to his bedroom, already mad to rip these chafing gods-damned robes off his skin.
#i understand the point being made here but isn’t inflation at its corr just based on greed??
Real inflation is based on an imbalance between the amount of money available and the goods/services available to be purchased with that money. If an economy gains more money (or less goods, such as during a bad crop year), the amount of money each good is worth increases. (It's a little more complicated than that when you take international trade into account, but that's the essential idea -- print more dollars, each dollar is worth less.) A very short-sighted or very desperate government *can* create an inflation crisis through overprinting currency, but most of the time inflation isn't directly in anyone's control, and a healthy government will do its best to keep it down because the more inflation you have the weaker your currency is.
The rising cost of living we're currently dealing with has very little to do with true inflation. That, indeed, is based on... well, I don't think it's 100% accurate to say greed, so much as living under a model where greedy behaviour is required of businesses for them to survive. The way our current economy works, a business needs to expand infinitely to be considered successful; if growth slows down, even if the business is paying all its bills and still growing (just growing slower), the business is "failing". Once a business runs out of ways to increase profits by giving good products, it needs to start cheating its consumers, employees, and anyone else it can to keep growing, including partaking in ludicrous price-gouging. This is NOT inflation, although corporations like to pretend it is.
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Not all packs have a strict structure—especially small, new packs. However, most packs will usually have a Pack Head and a Pack Heart—and possibly a Pack Hand, or two, depending on pack size.
A Pack Head sets the rules and standards of behavior the rest of the pack is meant to live by—and enforces them, too, when necessary. They are the pack’s primary protector. A threat or challenge to the pack is a threat or challenge to the Head, and they decide how to handle it. If an individual pack member is challenged, the Head can take it in their stead, though this can have social ramifications for the one challenged. Their home, if the pack lives separately, is also where the pack nest is kept.
A Pack Hand has many duties, which is why there is often more than one of them, especially in larger packs. They are arbitrators, settling intrapack disputes. Negotiators, brokering peace between packs. They help the Head judge if a rule has been broken, and enforce it if necessary.
A Pack Heart often provides emotional support for pack members—whether through a listening ear, a comforting word, or hugs/kisses. They encourage cooperation, and often have the easiest time coordinating the pack. Many of them are also responsible for pack bonds, as well. While anyone can create one, it’s often up to the Heart to approve it—or, in the case of serious rule violation, up to them to remove it. (And, in more traditional packs, it’s often up to them to approve or arrange mate matches, as well.)
Each role may also take a Secondary or apprentice, who they train as a replacement, and—after a certain amount of training—can perform their duties in their stead.
Traditionally, a Pack Head was an Alpha; a Pack Hand was an Alpha or Beta; and a Pack Heart was an Omega. Modern packs are less dynamic restrictive, though.
Outside of these roles, however, pack members all share the same responsibility: to protect and provide for their pack, however comes best to them. Though in some packs certain tasks (pup-rearing, working, cleaning, cooking, etc) are segregated between dynamics, for the most part they are split equally between each.
Do you think there'd be different titles for mates of different dynamics, like we have for husband and wife? So someone could refer to their omega mate with a different word than someone else might refer to a beta mate.
You know, I've had this ask for five years now, and I'm so sorry it's taken me so damn long. Lol
I think they would often use "partner" or variations of that. Hell, other languages have different words for what they call their partners. Some languages have gender-neutral terms for their significant other. English is boring. We just have pet names, you know?
Since anyone can be mated to whomever and gender is a construction, really they could each other anything. Like an Omega male calling their Alpha female partner "hub" or "queen" lol. It really just depends.
For a list of different nicknames, I've written one before. You can find it here. It was years ago, but honestly, I think any nickname would be used.
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Every single time I watch it. Every single time I smile. They’re perfect. THEY. ARE. PERFECT.
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Wait so if for the male omegas why wouldn't his body just make a vagina down there instead of having a uterus in his butt ( that's not very safe by the way because he can get poop in there) and the same goes for alpha females if the body can make a penis and testicles why wouldn't it move that stuff outside of the body ( also not sure if you know this but testicles like to be cool otherwise it kills the sperm) so like why did you make those choices for those people just wondering
1- Cause it's my verse and I do what I want.
2- Cause to me it makes no sense to have males and females being the same. If they were the same there wouldn't be a reason to make a distinction between males and females. We'd just have generic A.lpha or Omega with no female or male gender (which if that's what you're going for, that's totally fine, you can do that. But it's not my vibe). An Omega male with a vagina is just the same as an Omega female, so what's the point of calling it male (specially cause in my verse male Omegas don't have secondary male characteristics, well aside from the lack of breasts)? Same for the female A.lpha.
3- "it's unsafe feces can get there" and "sperm needs to be cool otherwise it dies", well I can just side step that by saying: Omega males have a cloacal flap that protects their uterus and A.lpha female sperm doesn't die in the heat (or even just say A.lpha sperm in general doesn't die in the heat). Boom problem solved. It doesn't have to be realistic or make sense, it just has to be what I want it to be.
Here, I always use these charts right here for the A/B/O anatomy of my verse. I don't know the name of the original artist, nor do I know where to find him/her because I have these images for years now and I don't know where I got them from, so you'll have to forgive me for not giving the OP the proper credit. But just know it's not mine.
To me that's the most interesting and cool anatomical models. They make sense for me and they make a clear distinction for each dynamics' sexes in a way that makes each of them unique.
You don't have to accept or agree with these models. You can do whatever makes more sense to you in your verse. Be happy on your own terms.
Alpha made fleshlights with extra stretchy bases made to be knotted. Not too much texture around the base too, so they don't get overstimulated if they get stuck.
Dildos with knots that slowly inflate and deflate with a little pump.
Dildos made to dump loaf after load of fake cum into a heat-mad omega.
Cock covers for omegas or betas to use that act as a knot.
Lube that makes taking a knot easier.
Fake slick with a numbing agent.
Bumpers or covers for alphas to wear so they don't knot accidentally.
Cock cages and chastity belts made specifically for heat/rut that aren't too uncomfortable but allow no accidents to happen.
Collars. Bracelets. Whatever for one to wear while in heat/rut or with a partner that would rub up against scent glands and stimulate them.
Collars that dig into the skin and give the euphoric sensation of a Mating bite without the pain of being mated!
MORE ACE OR ARO AND LGBTQA+ in Omegaverse I swear to fucking jesuse I cannot gobble enough of that up!!
More irregular heats! More moody heats!! Moody DOES NOT just mean crying! MORE DIVORCED Omegaverse!
More how disabilities impact cycles and daily lives!
Less of the "no one would ever want a Omega with/like" and more, "this common aspect of heat irritates my prosthetic/ overloads my senses" more Overstimulation outside the sexual sense.
More "alpha/s fucked my hormones/emotions" over.
More sex work with less "I'm ashamed of it" in GENERAL. But also Omegaverse.
This is such a vast world I promise you.
How would someone who goes through cycles react to them if they hate sex? If they are uncomfortable with the idea of ever bonding?
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Imagine an Alpha who has a crush on their Omega friend but is in denial about it. They start carrying around an extra hoodie or sweatshirt in their backpack in case that friend in particular ever says they are cold.
One day it’s raining and the Omega is wearing a tshirt and jeans. The Alpha friend excitedly jumps at the opportunity to give them their scented hoodie. Their friend gets a little shy once they put it on because it smells so much like the Alpha and the Alpha is so pleased that they accidentally start rumbling (it’s like an omegas purr but for alphas). Then they are both just really embarrassed (mostly the alpha tho).
An alpha that keeps baking cookies for this omega they know because they’re their favourite and they helped them with their work last week so really it’s just paying them back … right?
But it keeps happening. The alpha finds themselves lending their sweaters, bringing extra coffee, and unconscious scent marking the omega.
Could lead to misunderstandings and angst or confessions ! Maybe ends with a didn’t know they were dating type deal.
Honestly I love the "we didn't know we were dating" type of stuff for an Alpha and an Omega. Cause like there's a lot of straight forward courtship headcanons, but like an Alpha and an Omega who just start as friends at first, like not even trying they just get along since forever. And they just do things couples do naturally because they don't think much of it.
Omega will make a nest in the Alpha's room and spend the night with him/her inside of it. Just sleepover time, no biggie.
Alpha will constantly lend clothes and blankets for the Omega to nest and to wear in school/college/work.
Alpha will cook and clean for the Omega whenever the Omega needs it or is feeling unwell.
Omega will groom the Alpha. Wash his hair, brush it, pluck his eyebrows.
They'll go to the movies, to have lunch, shopping together.
They always reject each other's potential mates, saying "she's not a good fit", "he doesn't know you at all, look at what he just said, stupid" and things like that.
And maybe one day one of them actually goes out with someone and they both feel horrible about it. The Alpha/Omega constantly keeps thinking about the other, not paying attention to his/her date at all. And at the end of the night they just have to go see the other. Because it didn't feel right and he needs to hug the other right now! And then they realise they love each other and always have, just didn't know yet.
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