#omegaverse lifestyle

[biblicallyaccuratedogthing]

[ceps-pers]

🪹Some Nesting Ideas☕

🍵 Cosy snacks & drinks!! That way you don't have to leave the nest for them

🐧 Plushies!! And your mate if you've got one ^^ Having cuddles while I nest is something I deeply enjoy

🏰 Remember blanket forts? They're great as a base for a nest if you want a very safe, cocoony feel!

🍊 Scent stuff! I usually have perfume or essential oils matching my scent that I lightly (or not so lightly sometimes) spray on my nesting materials

✨ You can get a nice book, show or game to play/watch/read while you relax if you don't want to relax doing nothing!

🌿 If you have one of those lamps that project some galaxies or other nice lights, that can be an awesome addition!

[veebun]

Omegas never laying on their backs, and always sleeping curled up to protect their necks and stomachs, except when they’re very secure in their nests or around very close packmates. If an Omega relaxes and shows you their belly, it’s a big display of comfort and trust, and it can sometimes be a display of submission from any of the dynamics.

[talon-dragonbeast]

FUCK cringe culture make yourself a nest and scent all your plushies

[ghetto-omega]

Interacting with other alterhuman/nonhuman/therian/etc is actually rewiring my brain. I am getting weirder. It is too late to stop it. Who wants to come roll in a patch of dirt with me, groom each other, and then fall asleep in my nest

[spaxi]

Born to nest and just be comfy, forced to deal with unbearable stress :(( wheres a cuddle pile when you need one akskjsksksksk

[lepus-fangs]

Personal Nest Moodboard !

[klaus-littlestwolf]

Nesting for Omegas

•A Nest is a space an Omega keeps for their heats especially but also for a calming, comfortable space all their own

•No one is to enter that space without express permission from the Omega in question-permission is needed every time you enter unless you’re the Omegas Alpha and you know you’re wanted there-permission will still be needed for an Alpha if the Omega is upset with them

•When an Omega builds a nest they zone out and focus on their task, it is nearly impossible to get their attention and if you do you’ll wish you hadn’t, Omegas don’t take kindly to being distracted while building their nest {Disrupt at your own Risk}

•Do Not wear your shoes into an Omegas nest!

•Young Omegas will always have a nest of their own but when with friends or family outside their home, like at a sleep over, they will often make a nest for them and their friends to sleep in. Alphas and Betas are taught not to intrude on a nest that’s not their Omegas but in this case it’s a community nest, though the Omega will still be particular about how it’s built, often changing little things about how they buid their own nest so it’s not too similar, not wanting people to know what their nest looks like

•Many Betas and Alphas try to build nests when they’re children, wanting the comfort, especially once they’ve experienced a friends nest or been into their parents if they have an Omega parent, though it’s a behavior that doesn’t stick around long very often-only the occasional Beta will continue this practice and it will be different than that of an Omegas

(——However when an Alpha has been put on suppressants too young (usually before presenting) they will often display Omega-like behaviors and one of those is nesting. This action becomes just as if not more important to the Alpha as they grow-especially depending on their situation)

•An Omega will usually build their nest in a small space with surrounding walls, like a nook. Many young Omegas will build their nests in their closet when they’re new to it and instinctually try to hide it from people

•Many Omegas hang curtains around their nests to make them feel safer and less exposed, another reason younger Omegas nest in their closets so often. It makes them feel less vulnerable

•Typical nesting materials include

Comforters. Pillows. Body pillows. Sheets. Fleece throws. Stuffed animals. Mates clothes, or clothes of an Alpha they like that they’ve stolen to make their nest smell like them. -Young Omegas will quite often steal shirts from their Alpha fathers to put in their nest as in their youth it has only ever been a safe and wonderful/comforting smell that often helps them relax and sleep (to the small Omega ‘Alpha Scent’ just smells like Daddy and Daddy is safe-this wears off around puberty and sometimes even earlier) Many use faux fur as part of their nest, the feel of animal fur being instinctually comforting to an Omega as it was one of the only things Omegas had to use hundreds of years ago

•Candles will typically be placed around a nest or incense holders as well as lights, fairy lights often being things Omegas like hanging over their nests as they’re not overly bright and blinding, they offer a dim light that’s just enough without being too much, just enough to be comforting so Christmas lights are often perfect

•Nearly all Omegas will have a cache of snacks. Some have a mini fridge near by with things in it but most will have a box hidden in a corner of their nest containing water bottles/Powerade/gatorade since their heats cause intense thirst, it will also contain snacks. Mostly things that are filling and replace their energy during heats such as Trail mix, jerky, gold fish crackers, peanut butter crackers, granola bars, peanuts, pretzels, but they will also have other treats that they enjoy most for when they need them like fruit snacks, cookies, favorite candy bars, chips, pop corn, Rice Krispie treats

•Every single nest is different, because every single Omega is different. Some are extremely neat, some are hectic and messy, some are all matching and beautiful, some are mismatched colors and complex, made on a mattress, layered on a hundred pillows. No 2 nests are the same but they are all comfortable and perfect to each individual Omega

•A quick way to an Omegas heart is a compliment on their nest, they all work very hard to make it perfect and are more self conscious about it than you would expect since it is so personal to them

•If you are lucky enough to be allowed into an Omegas nest count your lucky stars, it is an honor and a privilege and you should never treat it as anything less

Omegaverse Beliefs

[spxeverse]

Nesting misc emojis!!

Pls dont repost anywhere. You can reblog.

Any suggestions for more emojis?

[tommyssupercoolblog]

Omegaverse is not miscecanis/misceanimalis: the difference

Because of crosstagging and because without context they look so similar, it seems like people have gotten the idea that Miscecanis is another word for Omegaverse when this isn't at all true!! so I'm here today to clear things up.

Omegaverse is a fictional setting/world with three additional genders (Alpha, Beta, and Omega). I'm going to assume that if you're seeing this you're familiar with it and leave it there.

Miscecanis is a community based around people taking concepts and practices from Omegaverse fiction and applying it to their REAL LIFE gender identities or lifestyles- it's identifying as an Alpha as your gender identity, or having a specific perfume you wear all the time for a scent. Living in an apartment with six people you all consider pack, referring to your bed as a nest or possibly actually building a blanket fort type structure to BE your nest.

It's not roleplay or anything like that, it's people's real identities and experiences.

Not everyone in miscecanis handles it the same way or to the same extremes- I don't want a pack and don't plan to get one, not every single person has a scent, etc- but in general it's about taking parts of the Omegaverse that resonate with you and incorporating that into your IRL day to day, and your identity.

It is not inherently sexual because for a lot of us it's just how we feel about our genders and how we want to live our lives, but it can have an element of sex to it if you identify with it for sexual reasons. how sexual or not sexual it is depends on the individual, the lifestyle and genders themselves are just....genders and a lifestyle.

It has a lot of overlap with kin & therians as well as some overlap with MOGAI. There are lots of flagmakers and coiners in the miscecanis community, and folks who are kin or therians will sometimes incorporate it into their misce identity.

There's more to find and learn if you're interested in exploring the community, but this is all the general public needs to know to separate out Omegaverse from miscecanis so it's all I'm going to share in this post- I wanna keep it a short PSA. Thanks for reading and please reblog!!!

[miscefelis]

Idea for those who nest (and/or have cycles):

weighted, heated, scented plushie with a heartbeat that's made to mimic a baby

(could be used for those who nest during cycles and use plushies to calm down parental instincts, or just those who like the sensory aspect!!)

[rabidbatboy]

BLOOD + LAVENDER SCENTED: for individuals of any dynamic with a scent of blood and lavender

CAMPFIRE SCENTED: for individuals of any dynamic with a scent of a campfire

CAMPFIRE + RAIN SCENTED: for individuals of any dynamic with a scent of a campfire and rain

COFFEE + OLD BOOKS: for individuals of any dynamic with a scent of coffee and old books

TAGGING: @omegarchive @forthecriminallyinsane

🧼 ——— FLAG COINED BY ME

[huntress-den]

• ☽ THE HUNT ☾ •

The night of the summer solstice has arrived.

You and the other willing unmarked are sitting at the main burrow. Waiting. You were prepared by the elders of the Warren. You were bathed in salts and herbs and told to wear your scent proudly. Your hair was let loose and your body purified by the chanting and the burning sandalwood incense around you.

You can hear the rest of the Warren outside. They're laughing, chanting, and singing. You know they're marching to the bonfire. You know they're there to witness and cheer for what's about to come. You know it's too late to back down now. You ask yourself if you would, given the choice.

No time to think about it, the Head Omega and their handmaidens knock on the door. They enter and inspect you from head to toe along with the others. They ask if everything is ready, if this year's harvest can be presented to the Warren and its hunters.

The elders say yes. The time has come.

You're lined along with the other Omegas. Betas bearing flower crowns are brought in to escort you and your fellow Omegas to the festival. To make sure you're safe, 'til time comes you can't be anymore.

The Head Omega leads the procession along with their maidens. Your assigned Beta leads you gently behind them. At the procession's tail-end the Omegas elders that helped prepare you follow in line. Candles in hand for the goddess of fire, and prosperity and protection prayers on their lips in a sibilant wave of whimpering.

The crisp night air and your bare feet on the cold grass make you shiver. You can smell the smoke, you can see the light at the bottom of the slope.

Everyone is there. Faces adorned in the goddess's symbols and colours. They're dressed in their ritual clothing of the festival, green crowns of leaves on their heads contrasting with the vivid yellow one you are decorated with.

They're all excited to see you. This year's harvest was bountiful, the goddess has touched many Omegas to partake in their honour. The Warren is in favour and is blessed. You're a goddess-given gift to the Pack.

You look around. There's tables and more tables of food and drink, but no one is eating yet. Drums and a gong are a further back, but no one is playing yet. There's ribbons and flowers hanging from the frame around the site, swaying in the wind. And in the middle of it all is a tall, raging bonfire. The only light around. The only thing illuminating the dark forest that circles the festival. Your soon-to-be destiny.

Suddenly howling breaks from the crowd, your neck snaps in the direction they're all looking at. From the other side of the fire and down the opposite slope, in a similar procession to your own, are descending this year's hunters. Led by the Head Alpha and their first and second in command.

Unlike you though, they're led to the other edge of the bonfire. Away from the rest of the pack. Older Alphas keep a siege around the young hunters. Oppressing looks keeping their youngling in check. The hunters don't look up at you or any other Omega. You know they can't. You know they want to. You know this just fuels them further for the hunt.

They are trying their best to keep still. But you can see the lust coursing through their veins through the dancing hot air around the bonfire. You know it's like a rope pulled taught, about to snap as soon as the night truly starts.

After the Head Alpha and Head Omega announce the beginning of the festival and offer their blessings and wishes for this Year's participants and the Warren as a whole, your assigned Beta hands you a shallow dish with a colourful liquid. It smells and tastes funny. It makes your body buzz and your mind swirl a little. After you drink everything, your Beta leads you to the edge of the forest. They offer their blessings and wishes for a good match. They kiss your forehead and your hands and depart to join the crowd.

You're on your own now.

No more laughing or singing is coming from the pack. They're all waiting in anticipation. There's silence for a long while. The wind is making you shiver. You can feel the lingering eyes behind your back. The wait feels eternal.

The howling Head Alpha and Omega break the spell. It started. The hunt has begun and you need to run. Now.

You and the other unmarked Omegas are given a head start. The hunters wait back at the festival patiently, eyes cast down, as the forest veils your form. Howls from everyone in the Warren join the Heads of pack in a deafening call for savagery. The full moon is now your only guardian and the dark your only protection.

You run around in the blackened florest, bare save for the flower garlands adorning your hair, wrists and neck. You need to find somewhere to hide. You need to keep moving or any ordinary Alpha might catch up with you. You need to be nimble like a hare and clever like a fox. You need to outsmart your predators.

But your mind is swirling and your legs feel like stones tied to your hips. Every corner looks the same in the dark. You can't tell if you passed here already. If you're walking in circles or if you're far enough from the fire already.

The drums have been going back at the bonfire, you can hear them from afar. The starting gong rings, it vibrates down your spine. The hunters are released in the dark. Your time is up.

Alphas invade the forest. The shadows sway along the primitive rhythm of the music. Your breathing gets louder, your heartbeat floods your ears. It makes it difficult to tell apart the sounds of the night and the stalking of the hunters behind you.

You run for what feels like forever. More howls fill the night as the first of your kin are caught. You can't tell where you are. You can't tell how close they are to you. You don't know if the flowers around your neck are helping to hide you or just signaling where you are to all the moon-drunk Alphas hunting you down.

You run and run and without noticing you've reached a wall. The earth is too slippery to climb. There are no burrowing spaces around and the forest floor looks like a treacherous ocean of fallen trees. You don't know where to go. And just as you think you've found a narrow escape path you suddenly hear behind you: The snap of a twig on the floor. You've been found.

There's no time to think. You take your shot and run towards the path. You're fast. You're clever. You can outsmart them if you only continue running. It seems you'll make it, it seems you've lost them. But as you're running you're caught on the thick weave of roots on the hard-to-see floor. You fall. There's silence. You can't see anyone.

You try getting up and continue moving. But before you can get further, from behind a tree a hand snaps around your arm. Before you know what's going on your back is against the rough bark of the tree. Your wrists are being held above your head and the flowers around your neck are being ripped away by urgent teeth.

You struggle and fight with all your strength. You manage to land a kick on their gut. You scratch away with your claws when their hands loosen up, not caring what you catch in the process. Sliding away from them you try running again. But a strong hand slithers around your neck from behind. You're pulled tight against a solid unyielding body. Hands stuck, locked firm behind your back. Their other hand grabs your hair firmly, and tugs roughly to reveal your now exposed neck glands. This makes you whimper, and that in turn makes them growl. You can feel something warm dripping on your shoulder. It's the blood you drew from their face in your struggle. You can't tell if they're angry.

You wait for the bite to come at once. But it doesn't. Instead the Hunter just buries their nose in your glands. Taking in your chosen scent. Their teeth only graze your mating glands. Their hand detangles itself from your hair and travels down your chest, caressing it gently. This elicits a moan from you. They growl back again. Encouraged by your response, they circle your hips, and squeeze firmly. It feels like they're testing you. Studying you. Making sure you're ripe and ready. They don't bite still. As they lick your neck they seem to only care to take in your responses. You're shivering. You're hot. And when their surprisingly gentle hands travel further south, between your legs, you realise you're also dripping wet.

Your sopping parts are all they were looking for as confirmation. They bring you down to your knees with them still pressed hard against you. You can feel their arousal radiating from their body. They spread your legs as they drape their own body over your back. Forcing you in a presenting position. Their mouth finds its way to your ear.

"Ask for it" they whisper. You shake your head no. But your hips betray you as you press closer to them.

"Yield. It's done. Call for the hunter that earned you" They move their teeth back to your neck. Their canines prickling at your glands. Waiting patiently for your reply.

"Please" You beg. You are still deciding what you're begging for. Release or consummation.

"Clearer" they command.

You can't handle it anymore. Your hands hurt, their teeth are driving you crazy, and you never leaked so much in your life needing to be bred.

"Bind me" you cry at last.

And as their teeth sink into your neck, breaking the skin and spilling your blood on the earth. You know it is over. You've been caught. You've succumbed as the prey.

That's just the beginning, however.

The night is filled with your whimpers and moans as they bite you, kiss you and ravish you. Marking you with their fingers, their tongue, their mouth and their own leaking genitals. Shaping you into their perfect prize.

Your climax sobs mix themselves with their own possessive growls and the howls of the warren in the distance. You collapse tired and spent on the forest floor. You're nearly dozing off as your Alpha picks you up in their arms and carries you back to the festival.

The howling that welcomes you makes your head hurt. Your Alpha has you secured though. They take you to a bench closer to the fire, they sit with you on their lap still holding you tight. The warmth feels good on your sore body. They hand you a bowl of water and prod you to eat something. You don't want to eat, but they insist and so you do. You watch as other Omegas around the fire seem to be in similar positions. Some are already asleep. While the ones with more energy occupied themselves with more rounds of mating. Calling for the goddess and their new partner like their life depended on it.

You let yourself be lulled to sleep by the warmth of their body and the fire, the howling, moaning, laughing and music around you slowly fading into your brain like a single homogeneous call to oblivion.

"Rest, my Omega. I'll be here when you wake".

Before you can help yourself. Without thinking, the words slip from your lips. Naturally, like they've always belonged there. Like they'd always be uttered from then on.

"Yes, Alpha".

[omega-puppy]

picturing an omega with echolalia growling back at an alpha just out of pure reflex.

[bitterspiced]

first time making an effort into making a solid nest and not a haphazard 'god this is so weird' assortment of random pillows and its so calming????

like fuck ive never outwardly called it a nest before and now looking at it, what else is it supposed to be

approx of the current set up:

burrow? nest? den? whatever its comfortable as sin

[ghetto-omega]

‎‧₊˚✿Omegaverse Quirks✿˚₊‧

𑁍 The entire house is their nest. Whole house is covered in their favorite texture and color and their scent and blankets and and and

𑁍 Constant purring/churring/trilling. They're just so happy to be in their nest or with their pack or maybe they're eating their favorite food. They just can't help it

𑁍 On the flip side, doesn't purr at all. Just not really vocal

𑁍 Unexpressive face but a scent that fluctuates rapidly to show how they're feeling

𑁍 Rarely scenting, and only scenting if asked to.

𑁍 Barks back at dogs/meows back at cats

𑁍 Sensitive nose and/or sensitive ears

𑁍 Has to roll around for a few minutes before they go to bed or else they can't get comfortable

𑁍 Abnormally sharp claws or canines that peak over their lips

𑁍 Prefers crunchy or hard foods. They love to gnaw on anything they can get their hands on

𑁍 Messy eater. No matter what it is they somehow manage to get it on their clothes

𑁍 All of their furniture is tall/loves to be in high places. The type of person to always choose the stools at restaurants

𑁍 Big puppy eyes, they don't even have to be sad and they still get whatever they want

‎‧₊˚✿feel free to add your own✿˚₊‧

Come be my mutual V⁠●⁠ᴥ⁠●⁠V

I'm still learning about terms/myself so please be like soooo patient with me