#omega speaks

[fandomsoda]

Omega! On a scale of 1(Scatchy) to 10(Fluffy), how fluffy and/or scratchy are you?

(I either won’t use any art or will use pre-made expressions to answer these, just for flare. And if I think that causes a post to be too long, I’ll just add a read more.)

“An 11! An 8 if I get scuffed up in battle, I’m very fluffy!”

“In fact, in my home multiverse, it was often a joke within my pack to use my tail as a pillow. That wasn’t always fun, but it wasn’t bad per se…”

[coffeeandbatboys]

Somewhere during the rebellion:

Omega: So if Echo is like a dad to me….

Rex: Kid…..

Omega: And if you’re like a dad to Echo….

Rex: kid stop

Omega: then you’re like my…grandpa?

Rex, eye twitching: sure

[mardyart]

young cardinal and /his/ ghoul

[cupid-ghoul]

oh man that was a nasty fall, are you okay? HUH??

... the ghouls getting sent back to the pit???packs being torn apart by the cruel hand of the clergy as they simply get discarded like unloved toys??? the ghouls being scared that if they're not productive they'll be sent back???

hahaha you're so funny you must have hit your head ...

all ghouls are safe and sound and most importantly happy together in the den. they're having a snuggle pile as we speak. omega and alpha are retired and love helping out in the kit nursery, they're everyone's dads. ivy and mountain love tending to the strawberry fields together. dewdrop, ifrit, phantom, and aether are cuddling right now.

I don't know what you're talking about, silly... the ghouls are just fine :)

[shalomniscient]

omega!reader x alpha!rappa except omega reader is absolutely distraught at the fact that of all the alphas in the literal UNIVERSE, the one that catches their eye (and their pussy) is the damn loser who keeps dropping her fucking spray paint cans on her head and talks like she’s stuck in a god damn shonen anime. tldr omega!reader has the moronsexual awakening of a lifetime and HATES it

[aintnopartylikeaprideparty]

LET'S GO GAMBLING!!!!!!

*JACKPOT SOUND* I CAN'T STOP WINNING!!

*JACKPOT SOUND* I CAN'T STOP WINNING!!!

*JACKPOT SOUND* I CAN'T STOP WINNING!!!

*JACKPOT SOUND* I CAN'T STOP WINNING!!!!!

[0vergrowngraveyard]

What about Team Dark desperately trying to cheer up a crying baby Tails before Sonic gets back?

Love your art by the way!

and they were never allowed to babysit ever again

[nightskyfoxyy]

I remember seeing someone claim she "hates kids" a while back. Yeah sure thats probably why Lyana came running to hug her and yell "Auntie Phee!!!!! :D" the moment she landed and Omega thinks shes the coolest around lmao.

Live Tech Reaction:

[mjfass]

The Bucks: “As the last two remaining, surviving EVPs”

Kenny, very much alive, seeing this at home:

[kabukiaku]

there are days where my character interest shift like a metronome. but in the end, there is some sort of balance. some days im like: oh my god guys OMEGA and then im like GUYS TERZITO oh my GOD and then it's like TERZO & OMEGA !!! and then it's the absolute brain rot of TERZOMEGA.

i love them both so much. i can't have one without the other. they mean so much to me. 🖤💜

[omegalerc]

SOMEONE BREED HIM NOW !!!!!!!!!!!!!

[st-danger]

The Gift of Empathy, Terzo/Omega, Explicit

The Gift of Empathy

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Omega/Terzo

Contains: Trans!Terzo strapping it on and blowing Omega's mind, turnabout being fair play, a little help from our old friend quintessence because why the hell not, overstimulation also because why the hell not. For @excentricanthropologist

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“Of course you would,” he says easily, and the sounds of metal rings reach his ear while Terzo adjusts the harness. “And you’d put on a show, wouldn’t you? You like eyes on you just as much. No need to play coy with me.”

“Yes, Papa,” he answers. Out of habit. He’s sure the statement required no response. Terzo seems not to notice his words. Nervous, anticipatory energy sees his tail uncurl around Terzo’s forearm to flop against the bed.

Or,

It's good to see things from other points of view.

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Read on AO3!

[maxislvt]

I've been thinking so much about omega Wanda and alpha reader and I was thinking about omega Wanda buying alpha reader hoodies and stitching in her last name on the chest just to show that Reader is hers, it started off as just a small w.m on the sleeve but then it grew and moved to the left side of reader's chest where Wanda always places her hand when she leans in to give a little peck to reader throughout the day

warnings: omegaverse, nonsexual dominance, suggestive

i wrote this in like 2 hours

As much as you hated to admit it, your wardrobe needed upgrading. Before Wanda, you were all work and no play and your clothes reflected that. All the formal attire you had was bought at the last minute for missions and barely fit. All your lounge clothes were just workout clothes you felt comfortable to sleep in. You had four pairs of shoes and two of them were technically a part of your costume. 

It was only a matter of time before Wanda had to intervene. 

“Sweetheart, I understand that these clothes mean a lot to you but you have to get rid of something to make space for new stuff,” Wanda said. She was having a hard time getting through to you. Alphas were quite territorial and had a hard time letting go of their things. She understood why to a certain extent. These were the clothes your mother had given you when you were rescued. It wasn’t easy for Wanda to get rid of them either, but some of your clothes were barely holding together. “Look at this,” she gasped. “I can fit my head through this hole!” Wanda put the hoodie over her head to show the truth of her statement. 

You chuckled at the sight of Wanda. “Can’t you just patch it up? There’s no point in buying a new one if it does what it’s supposed to.” You simply shrugged when Wanda groaned. The need for new clothes wasn’t above you, but admittedly you didn’t know how to go shopping for clothes. “Look, I’ll get new clothes but I’m not going to just toss all of the stuff I got already.” You began putting your clothes back on the hanger. It was easier said than done considering Wanda kept snatching clothes away from you. Some of them you let go, but when it came to a particular leather jacket, you refused to let it go. “Nuhuh” — you pulled the jacket back towards you — “I’m keeping this one.” 

Wanda pulled back. “It’s not even real leather. I promise you we’ll find a better one when we go shopping.” She was usually careful with your things, but the leather was peeling and the sleeves were stretched to their limit. She wouldn’t blink twice if it ripped in half right now. You were far too cute to be caught dead in such a tattered piece of clothing. She tugged at it again. “We’ll get you a new one,” she said, this time her words were more pronounced. A clear warning.

Of course, you were just as stubborn as Wanda. You wanted your jacket. Not a new one, not a better one — it had to be that jacket. “You’re not the boss of me. I want to keep the jacket and that’s final.” You said as you finally yanked the jacket free from Wanda’s grasp. You had the jacket, but now there was a bigger problem. Wanda wasn’t too pleased with your defiance. “Look Wanda I—”

“Bend over, and you better not miscount.”

After a brief conversation, you and Wanda agreed to go shopping. 

Wanda wanted you to explore different stores so you find clothes that interested you, but she wanted to get the essentials first. That unfortunately meant spending a dreadfully long time in a tailor. To make matters worse, it was 8 am on a Saturday. That was when you usually woke up, but that was for training. Not for playing dress up. The tailor was nice, but no amount of kindness could make you less upset about the detour in your schedule. The worst part was that Wanda insisted that you have plenty of accessories to go along with the new suits you bought. You were too upset to even bother looking for regular clothes. Wanda agreed to take you home after the fitting, but she hated seeing you upset. 

Wanda knew she had to apologize and there was only one way to do it.

It was supposed to be just the one jacket. It was a decently priced repair and sewing her name initials on it was a quick process. Then she found a few of your old hoodies and got a little carried away. Each time her name got bigger and bigger. By the fifth one, her last name covered the entire backside. She was thankful only a handful of your hoodies were truly salvageable. Once she was done, she simply placed them back into your closet while you were off on a mission. 

You noticed that they were back in your room almost immediately. The thought of Wanda owning you so blatantly made you blush, but you liked it. You began wearing them all around the tower. Whether it was a debriefing or while you were working out. It felt good knowing you were owned.

Wanda was just hoping for a little more.

“When I made these, I was thinking you’d wear them outside.” She wrapped her arms around your shoulders and snuggled into your neck. Wanda’s lips brushed against the mark she left on your neck months ago. “We’re not a secret anymore.”

You let out a deep breath to keep calm. “I’m more worried people will try and copy the design.” It wouldn’t be the only time a company copied something of yours for hero merchandise. “I love them, but all it takes is one picture of me in this thing, and suddenly everyone has one.” Your head leaned back against her chest. Sometimes you wished you were just a stay-at-home alpha. You had no idea how to take care of a home, but you’d be more than willing to figure it out if Wanda could have you to herself.

[everlastingrandom]

with the right planning and coordination, we could make omegaverse an official section on ron desantis’ Wikipedia page

[no1-omega-fan]

　𓏴 ; found photo off pinterest!

HES SO PRETTY HERE AAAAAAUHHH!!!!!!! what the frickkk what the freaky i love this photo really bad.

[axolotluv]

Love your under the cult au, it's given me so much brain worms.

Now, I know the end has to be some grand fight that ties the narrative together, and by the power of I guess 6 angry gods, the barrier breaks.

But I raise you an image that has been plauging me, that the group doesn't see Leshy the entire time, until in the middle of the grand confrontation... the barrier just breaks.

Courtesy of a certain chaos worm. No magic ritual can stand to him might.

Just a funny thought I thought I'd share of my fav worm

AHDGJKHKAD THAT'S A HILARIOUS IDEA

You understand the spirit of Under the Cult perfectly, I had to draw this