ABO Meme

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THE ALPHA/BETA/OMEGA MEME


In our world, sexual roles are commonly defined by genders -- male or female or other, by sexualities -- gay or straight, bi or asexual or in-between. But what if they were defined by something else entirely?

Alpha/Beta/Omegaverse is a fusion of fanfiction tropes and animalistic behavior. In this world, sexual roles are divided into three categories: the Alphas (the dominant, the protective and the aggressive), the Betas (ordinary humans) and the Omegas (submissive, fertile and able to carry children).

RESOURCES:
Fanlore on the Alpha/Beta/Omegaverse
Alphas, Betas and Omegas: A primer.

CONTENT WARNING: Below the cut contains descriptions of animalistic sexual behavior as applied to humans, situations of dubious consent, explicit situations, mpreg, and scenarios of societal oppression. Click with caution!


ROLES:
1 - The Alpha.
* Stereotypically type A personalities.
* Anatomically: Males have a penis; females may have a penis in addition to a vagina.
* Alphas knot their mates, meaning that the base of the penis swells and locks them inside their mate while they produce copious amounts of semen in an effort to breed.
* Strong sense of smell.
* Near an Omega in heat, they experience a compulsion to mate that is almost impossible to overcome.
* Alphas may go into rut, which is their equivalent of Omega heat, and drives them to mate.

2 - The Beta.
* Ordinary human being.
* Males have penises; females have vaginas.
* Can mate to anyone.
* Might be able to smell hormones of Omegas and Alphas, but will not be overwhelmingly affected by them.

3 - The Omega.
* Stereotypically submissive, quiet, intelligent and less physically able.
* Female anatomy is similar to Betas; males are self-lubricating and may have either an external or internal vaginal setup.
* Regularly go into heat, which involves being overcome by the urge to mate. They are unable to consent while in heat.
* May be made compliant by a bite to the neck. However, that may also induce a mating bond.
* Often regarded as second-class citizens or prizes to be won.

SITUATIONS:
1 - Bonding - Love at first sight. You've spotted your soulmate. You can smell them, you can feel them, you know that they'll be with you until the end of your days. Unless there's something between the two of you. It could be age - maybe one of you has to wait until the other has reached maturity. It could be that the bond is one-sided, and the other has yet to fall in love. It could be an unwanted bond, or society could have divided you into different places. Is your love strong enough to conquer?

2 - Heat/Rut - The need is coming on you strong. Everyone for a half-mile around can smell it. Better find someone to ride it out with, or hole yourself up in a room with a few bottles of water and a durable sex toy. And you'd better hope that there isn't someone out there who will take advantage of your pliable state. Best case scenario, there might be a Beta who can take care of you, or fend off anyone too predatory.

3 - Pregnancy - Whether through a heat or not, you're pregnant. Congratulations - or condolences. Is it time to start a family, or time to start panicking?

4 - Suppressants - You're using suppressants to keep yourself on an even hormone cycle, skipping heats, or maybe pretending to pass as a different class of society. After all, Omegas might want to be in the military, where they're not usually allowed - or an Alpha might want to take a job in a university or as a nurse. Shouldn't they be allowed to, if their hormones are suppressed? Just hope that you don't miss a dose.

5 - Mistaken Identity - That friend that you always thought was an Alpha, or an Omega, or a neutral Beta, turns out to be something entirely different, and your world is turned absolutely upside down. Does it challenge your preconceptions? Or does it just ruin the balance between you two?

6 - Unlikely Pairs - After all, there's no actual reason that Alphas have to mate with Omegas. Maybe two Omegas can satisfy each other. Or two Alphas. Or your intended mate could easily be a Beta. Maybe this is just about breaking out of your pre-established role and becoming something new.

7 - Manifestation - In some cases, an individual may not know they are Omega, Beta or Alpha until their first heat/rut/manifestation, usually happening in early teen years. It may take you by surprise; it may be a blessing, or may be a deep disappointment.

8 - Other - Adventures in getting jobs, making families, fighting bad guys, and anything else you can come up with!

Comments

[slapdash]

[ Kirk snorts before shoving the rest of dairy stick into his mouth, speaking around it as he held it in one cheek. ]

About as thorough as any plague.

[ Sorry for his bad manners, Luke. He's used to eating by himself or with other mechanics that don't give a damn. After he swallows that, ]

Guess we just have to make our own homes. If only to spite them.

[likemyfatherbeforeme]

Yeah. [ Luke doesn't fully laugh, but he snorts and waves his forkful of uneaten protein substitute in the air for emphasis, trying to take in the whole of the mess with one gesture. ]

Awful homey, isn't it?

[ It takes approximately three seconds for him to remember what Jim said about pretty much growing up on ships like this. It takes an additional one and a half seconds for Luke to feel kind of horrible about what he just said. ]

[slapdash]

[ Jim smiles, though, shoulders shaking from suppressed laughter. He shakes his head, ]

Not really. But it's all we got right now. It's temporary. All of them are.

[ He shrugs, ]

I meant after we win.

[likemyfatherbeforeme]

[ Luke visibly pauses at that, blinking and clearly recalibrating his thinking a little. After a moment he looks down, back to pushing his food around his tray. ]

D'you know, I don't think I've ever even thought that far ahead? It just seems, I don't know... unlucky almost. Like if I think about it, no matter how vaguely, it will never happen.

[ Instead the future looms up, a purposeful blank in his mind. That void might be terrifying in its own way, but so are some of the possibilities now, if he'd actually allow himself to think about them. ]

[slapdash]

[ Jim nods, ]

I can see how people would think that. I don't know, I guess it's just different for me. Thinking about that... gives me something to aim for. Keeps me motivated when it seems like we're losing.

[likemyfatherbeforeme]

What are you aiming for?

[ The question is out in the open before Luke really has a chance to think about it. But the damage has been done now. ]

If you don't mind my asking.

[slapdash]

[ He shrugs again, ]

A galaxy without the Empire is a given. But outside of that... a place I can call "home" and know it really is that.

[likemyfatherbeforeme]

Oh. [ Luke finally turns his attention fully to his food, thinking as he chews. What was he expecting? Some grand vision? That sounds more like something that Leia would have. Something like that though... it's just vague enough to be the sort of thing he could have tried imagining for himself before-- Well, before everything. Where is his home now? With his newlyfound father? ]

That sounds nice.

[slapdash]

[ Jim smiles to himself, before taking a swallow of his drink. ]

Maybe someday you'll get specifics.

[ Have a wink, Luke. Jim's only willing to open up so much on a first meeting. ]

[likemyfatherbeforeme]

[ Luke nods, smiling down down at his tray. That wink certainly doesn't escape him though and it's... well, it's only a wink. ]

After we win maybe.

[slapdash]

Maybe.

[ He agrees before he's collecting up his tray and cup. As he's getting up, ]

Eat, Luke. Don't just pick at it. How do you expect to stop going to medical?

[likemyfatherbeforeme]

[ Luke looks up at that, eyebrow raised, a look of challenge on his face, and takes an over-exaggerated bite out of his protein stick. He maintains eye contact with Jim as he chews. Well? Happy now?

Honestly, like he doesn't get enough of this as it is from Artoo and Threepio. ]

[slapdash]

[ He's gonna get even more of it, trying not to laugh at that look and the way chomps down on the stick like that. ]

You don't eat all your food, you don't get to come to the hanger with me.

[ And with that, he's walking over to the station where they deposit their trays and cups. ]

[likemyfatherbeforeme]

[ Luke frowns. A part of him would like to shout back that hey, maybe he doesn't want to go to the hangar with Jim, but in the end he doesn't because a) Aunt Beru would have his hide if he ever had table manners like that (even in a starship mess) and b) he actually does want to go. He's been going stir crazy over the past few days and the prospect of non-mechanical conversation and company is too good to pass up.

Rolling his eyes even as he does it, Luke shoves the rest of the protein in his mouth and tucks a few more unopened bars into a pocket and hurries after the other man. Better than nothing. ]

Well? Happy now?

[ He's got a mouth full of food as he says it and an unamused tone to his voice, but Jim can't complain. He never said where or when Luke had to eat. ]

[slapdash]

[ He looks over at Luke when he hears his muffled voice, smiling easily. ]

Ecstatic.

[ Adding, ]

Even though you're cheating.

[likemyfatherbeforeme]

It's not cheating if there aren't any clear rules.

[ He smirks a bit as he says it and at least now he's bothered to swallow all of his food. ]

[slapdash]

[ As they walk out of the mess hall, Jim laughs, ]

Finish your rations. That's the only rule.

[ Seriously. He shouldn't have to trick you into eating, Luke. ]

Did you fix a lot of stuff on Tatooine?

[likemyfatherbeforeme]

[ Luke's smile grows a little at the laugh, though the extra ration bars remain untouched in his pocket for now. He'll finish them. In his own time.

Until then he can shoot Jim a bit of a look at that question. ]

I lived on a farm in the middle of nowhere. I fixed everything.

[slapdash]

[ Jim will give him a bit of a look back but still very much amused. ]

That's not telling me shit, Skywalker. What did "everything" consist of?

[likemyfatherbeforeme]

[ Luke shrugs, hands jammed into his pockets in a most unjedilike fashion as he walks. But there's still the almost uncomfortable sense of something more lurking beneath that exterior, like when he suddenly moves to step around a droid without even bothering to look. Ever since returning from Dagobah he doesn't always move like a human ought to. ]

Oh, vaporators mostly. Droids, cooling units, speeders, household appliances, my old T-16... If it broke I could probably fix it. Or at least make a mess trying.

[slapdash]

[ Jim notices it and looks back at the droid and then back at Luke. Doesn't say anything about it, though. ]

How did you manage to get your hands on a T-16 out in the middle of nowhere?

[likemyfatherbeforeme]

[ Some sixth sense may have warned him about the droid, but it apparently doesn't cover significant looks and Jim's goes ignored. ]

I bought an old used one for cheap. Pretty much had to rebuild it from scratch just to get it to run.

[slapdash]

[ Jim nods, clearly impressed. ]

Good. You shouldn't have any trouble helping me fix up an A-Wing.

[likemyfatherbeforeme]

Hopefully not. [ It isn't false modesty. It's that he honestly knows he isn't a trained ship's mechanic and doesn't want to mess anything up. ] What's the matter with it anyway?

[slapdash]

[ Jim's hands go up as he talks, clearly frustrated with the starfighter in question. He could use another set of hands but from someone that didn't think like the other mechanics here. ]

That's just it: I don't know. Something is wrong but I can't figure out what. The damn thing acts like it can fly but the moment it starts to get some lift, it cuts off.

I've been through the engines at least three times. I've rebooted the computer and flight systems. Everything looks fine, even tried to clean the parts before putting it back together. I've been told to scrap it for parts but I know it can work if I just figure out what's wrong.