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eupheme · 8 months

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— will you show me?

no-outbreak!joel x f!reader, joel x reader x tess

Rated E - 4.2k

Tags: switch!joel and switch!reader, poly relationship, use of alcohol, light sub/dom elements, sex toys, references to threesomes, sexual photos, oral sex, anal play, pegging, joel teaches you what to do

a/n: when the wonderfully talented @wannab-urs announced her #PMAMC event, I knew I had to sign up! Thank you so much, this was so fun 💖

When Tess lets slip an unknown dynamic of your shared relationship, it’s impossible not to think about it. To wonder… to wish. Luckily, Joel is more than happy to show you how.

It starts over drinks.

Time ticking down more quickly than you’d like. Each sip of your cocktail brings you closer to her leaving, as you sit in the booth between Tess and Joel.

Her thigh pressed snug against yours. Fingers drifting along the back of the booth, the tips stroking the side of your neck. Goose bumps rising in the wake of her touch, making you shiver.

A warm hand wraps around your knee on the other side - a silent, possessive weight. Legs that are still jelly from the hours before - during a soft, drawn-out goodbye.

One that signals the end of a long, perfect weekend. Every detail carefully planning to celebrate Joel’s birthday, filled with family and friends. Squeezing in just enough alone time to ensure it’s one he won’t forget.

It would be a couple weeks before she would be back in town again. Leaving you in very capable hands, ones you’ve gotten to know well over these last few months.

The neon lights above the bar flicker with the stuttering of your heart, as she leans. The room dark enough that the illumination of her phone feels too bright, as she flashes the screen at Joel.

Something from earlier.

Something you remember because you were there - just positioned on the other side of the lens. Memories ooze and wash over you with the quick glance you manage to catch.

Framing you from neck to hips. Broad hands palming your breasts, molding you to their touch. Thighs splayed wide, where there’s the blur of something in a pretty shade of purple moving between them.

You clench at the reminder. The snap of her hips. The leather and silicone. Joel’s hands cupping and squeezing, just before your head had tilted back to take him.

“Send me a copy of that,” Joel murmurs, a small curve of his lips as his eyes drag across the image.

It makes your cheeks burn, to be stuck between them. Their tones so casual, as if it’s just an interesting article online, instead of an illicit memento.

Tess grins, thumbs already tapping to pull up his contact.

“Thought you’d like that, birthday boy.” She muses, tongue trapped between her teeth as she sends it off. “Seeing as you both like the same one.”

There’s an almost imperceptible stiffening beside you. His hand clamping down a little more tightly - a flatness in the press of his lips.

You already hang onto his every word, so it’s not hard to miss - your eyes darting up to his as they narrow in her direction.

Leaving Tess oblivious, on the other side.

It stays with you, as your time runs out. As you say your final goodbyes in the parking lot outside the airport. A quick pressing of mouths, embracing arms and murmured words, as you wave her off.

Watching her grow smaller. Leaving you both alone.

It stays with you on the drive home. Joel’s silence is not unusual, the radio filling the cozy space with Johnny Cash and Bruce Springsteen.

The usual comforts, but you can’t help the slow drift of your eyes in his direction. Once and then twice, until he’s catching you - an eyebrow raising.

“Been lookin’ at me an awful lot,” He comments - eyes drifting back to the road. “Somethin’ on your mind?”

That slight sort of tension coming back in the way his hands twist around the wheel, how his eyes slide away before you can answer.

“Maybe I just like looking at you.” You smile - at him, the small shake of his head at your words. He takes to compliments like oil in water, but it doesn’t keep them from slipping from you.

But that silence still hangs, and you frown. More curious than anything. A sliver of worry - knowing if you press too hard, you’ll meet a wall.

“Joel.” There’s a short inhale of breath, “Can I ask you something?”

It lingers for just a second too long, before he’s answering.

“Think you just did.”

The dry humor makes you smile, a small laugh as your eyes drift over the traffic, the hanging red stoplight above.

You should ask him before it changes.

“At dinner,” You start, “You got funny at something Tess said.”

“''S not a question,” His answer is evasive, and that grabs your attention, as you shift his way.

“Fine.” You narrow your thoughts down, “Was it what she said about the toy? Or was it the photo?”

“Weren’t the photo, sweetheart,” The soft name has sharp edges, a hint that you’re onto something. A few weeks ago you would have dropped it.

But they had both pressed that communication was important. Something you had really tried to upheld, for them.

“The toy, then?” You press - letting your fingers drift between the space that separates you. It only takes a moment before his hand drops to curl around it, resting on his thigh.

“I don’t-” Joel inhales a short breath, and then frees it, “I just didn’t want you finding out like that. Wanted to talk to you properly.”

That has you frowning, your head tilting, “Why would you need to tell me you use a toy on Tess? You think I’d feel weird about her using it on me?”

You wouldn’t.

You’ve had her on your fingers, on your tongue.

You’d tasted her on Joel’s cock, before you swallowed him down.

“Don’t use it on her.”

Another beat of silence, “She uses it on me.”

This time, it’s you that’s gone quiet. Your thoughts swirling messily as you try to process what he said.

What it means.

You’ve read about it. There’s so much Tess and Joel had introduced you to. Your own curiosity sending you into your own forms of research.

But, this hadn’t been brought up. Not that you can remember. In your time spent together Joel always had a commanding tone and a firm touch, though softened when directed at you.

Perhaps it fits, though. He bends, for Tess.

It’s hard not to let the images swirl in your mind. Knees nudged wide. Red-tipped nails sinking into dark curls, the slap of skin on skin. Hips and a hard cock grinding into the mattress - that pretty, rough groan he makes when he’s close.

“Oh.” You breathe, eyes a little unfocused, where they stare ahead. A moment, as you collect your thoughts, “Why… why would that make you angry?”

He sighs then, some of that tension ebbing from him, “’m not angry. It’s just not something we’ve done together.”

A hint of that edge comes back, “And I don’t like discussing our private affairs out in the open.”

That makes you smile, “It was an empty bar, Joel. We go there all the time-”

But then you’re pausing, thinking. Your words coming slowly, “Were you worried what I’d think?”

The truck pulls up in front of his home. A light left on in the living room, in Sarah’s rush to meet a friend. The engine idles until he’s switching it off, though neither one of you move.

Silence hangs, for a moment. You feel as if you can almost hear the click of his watch, the seconds slowly ticking by.

He doesn’t answer, so you do it for him.

“I don’t mind. Not at all.” You slowly lean, reaching - fingers pinching at his chin, until he’s facing you, “I just didn’t know you liked it, that’s all.”

The corner of his lips curl, “Been busy. Had our hands full with you, honey.”

It’s the Joel you know, now. His back easing against the seat, the stiffness leaving his shoulders.

Your hand still lingers on his thigh, gently tracing.

“Is that…” The prospect feels thrilling, the question on the tip of your tongue, “Is that something I could do for you? Will you show me?”

His eyes dart to yours. But there’s only an awe in your tone. A desire.

It wouldn’t be the first time a switch had been flipped in your brain. A latent urge to return all the pleasure that’s been given to you. The thought of rolling them beneath you - riding and touching them until they’re trembling.

“Is that right?” He asks, slowly. The glow from the street lamp outside cuts across his face, a dark eye hilighted in gold, “Is that what you want?”

You nod. No hesitation in the gesture, your mind already running wild with the thoughts of his pleasure in your hands. Of being able to do this for him.

Of something new.

“Alright,” He answers.

“I’ll show you.”

The harness feels heavy. Black leather that fits around your hips, circling your thighs. Something pretty on underneath, your favorite shade in layers of satin and lace.

Picked up a few days ago, in one of the shops the next town over.

Your eyes had been wide, perusing the shelves with Joel. A new perspective this time - looking at the different options, for an item not intended for yourself.

Strapless. Double-ended. Vibrating.

The cock had been easy. A copy of the one Tess had brought with her, the same shade of purple.

A heat rising in your cheeks at the thought of using it with Joel. Spreading to your neck and ears when more was added to the basket.

The harness. Another bottle of lube.

Something else - a heavy silver plug, the gem a glittering shade of emerald green.

“For later.” Joel hints, before you can ask, “Maybe next time you can take us both.”

The thought had made your breath catch in your chest.

“We’re shopping for you.” You had hissed, his hand warm at the base of your spine. Burning.

“Savin’ us a trip.” He murmured back.

It had led up to tonight. An evening alone, the planning giving you time for your nerves to make a home in your chest and belly.

Your fingers wrap around the plastic cock now, the angle so different than what you’re used to. Joel’s fingers still linger at your hips, adjusting the straps until it fits snugly against you.

It feels pleasing, in your hand. The curving thickness, how you can see the shadow of your fingers beneath from the jelly-like texture. The dim lights from above shining off it, and then you’re picturing how it would look glossy.

Your hand pumps, from thick base to tip. Embers sparking in your belly, as you think about him being the one to do it. How pretty it would look, disappearing between his lips.

“Are you going to get this wet for me, Miller?” There’s a commanding edge to your voice, just barely concealing the waver.

His eyes and then a brow lifts, from where he sits on the bed. Where you stand between his spread knees, the dildo bobbing between you.

“You get bossy with a cock, sweetheart?”

There’s a little tilt to his head. A rasp in his voice, and your cheeks are burning again for more than one reason.

“I, I just thought-” Your words trail off, until his hand is wrapping around yours and squeezing, “I thought that is what you wanted. How Tess would do it.”

Tess, with her pretty voice and blunt words. So much like Joel - how they always had you scrambling to obey.

Stay still. Be good. Just like that, honey. Make me come.

“You don’t gotta be her,” His look softens, “I just want you to be yourself.”

They way he says it, so bluntly, so certain, loosens the tight knot in your chest - easing some of your embarrassment.

“What do you want, honey?”

It’s easy for you to answer, “I want to make you feel good.”

He smiles at that. It’s familiar, his eyes crinkling at the edges, “I think we could work with that.”

There’s a soft squeeze of his hand against yours. Fingers that slip free and then drop, wrapping around the silicone. Squeezing there too, with a slow pump of his fist.

“Now, if you wanna see me suck your cock, I will.” Joel’s voice lowers then, “But you gotta as me nice, baby.”

For a moment, you forget how to breathe. Dumbstruck, with how pretty his drawl sounds, curling around those words like the careful grip of his fingers.

The breath you inhale is shaky, small. Eyes widened where they’re focused on his face, his lips.

“I want you to,” You breathe.

“You can do better, sugar.” There’s that heat then, in his eyes. That teasing tone, back in place. “Come on, now.”

“Please, Joel.”

You’re not sure when things got turned around. How you ended up being the one begging, but it’s there - the soft whine in your voice. The want.

And you think you don’t mind at all.

“I want to see you suck my cock.”

There’s the flash of white teeth then, with his smile. The slow stroke of hands as they move against your hips. Easing you back one, two steps so he can slip from the bed. Sinking to the floor on his knees.

Your feet widen on their own. Watching his fingertips against the silicone. The slow duck of his head, the peek of his pink tongue.

Carefully taking one inch, and then another. A wet suck and bob of his head, as he slicks you up. Fingers pressing into the dark denim of his jeans, clenching, as his eyes flutter shut.

Taking his time. Touching and stroking and licking, with sure and steady hands. Hands that make you clench, as he groans around you. As you sigh, feeling flood of arousal at the sight on him, on his knees for you.

He leaves the base untouched, lips wrapping around as he works his way down the shaft, and then back up.

It’s here, that you gain your footing again. Fingers wrapping in his curls, gently tugging.

“You can take it,” You urge, gently, “You’re much bigger and I can take you.”

There’s a rough sound, at your words. Eyes that burn, as they flip up to yours. As he listens - inching further down, until the tip of his nose ghosts against your belly.

It thrills you.

Holding himself there for a long moment, as your hand frees itself to stroke his cheek, all rough stubble and warmed skin - before gently easing him off.

“You did so good,” The praise feels different, coming from your mouth. An urge to hear transforming into an ache to give, as you look into dark, blown-wide eyes, “Let’s get you on the bed, okay? I want to touch you.”

That smile coming back, as he rises on stiffened joints - where knees pressed into the hardwood floor.

A tenting in his pants that was not there before, becoming more prominent when he settles back against the pillows. Pulled half-way down the bed, calves dangling off the side edge. The hem of his black t-shirt riding up, your eyes snagging on skin as you climb on beside him.

Where he put you together, the careful fastening and tightening of straps - you take him apart.

The heavy buckle cool against your palm, the leather stiff as you work his belt open. Plucking at the button, his own hands grasping at the dark denim. A lift of his hips as they are tugged down, slowly baring him.

Inches of skin, the trail of hair that only darkens the more you ease down his jeans. Thickening at the base of his cock, already hard at curving against his hip.

He makes a sound, a hushed inhale of breath through his teeth as you palm him. Fingers wrapping around as his jeans and boxers fall to pool together on the floor.

Socked feet spreading as you inch between his thighs - as he opens himself up to you.

You look is reverent. Waiting for him to show you, like he promised. Teach you how to make him feel good.

Watching, as he does.

The lithe pull of muscle as he leans - a hand reaching up to hook around the handle of the bedside table. Drawing out the bottle - fingertips glossy with lube, as they dip.

You can feel him jump against your palm, when the tip of one presses against his rim. Sinking down to the knuckle - forearm flexing with the careful pump.

Working himself open, slowly. That warmth in your belly pooling lower - the toy shifting with you, a reminder. The base bumping against where you throb, only fueling your eagerness.

“Come on.” His voice is strained, as he holds the bottle out, “You wanna learn, right?”

It’s slippery against your fingers. Cold. You try to rub them against your thumb to warm them - before he slips free.

“Just-,” There’s the hitch of his breath, as your touch drags from cock, to his heavy sack, then lower. “Go slow, okay?”

“Okay.”

Your eyes are on his - a promise in them. The careful press against his opening, until you’re sinking in. Warm now, his groan so pretty as his head tilts back against the pillow.

It’s slow, the rhythmic pump of your fingers. Almost familiar, moving with the memory of other nights. Knuckle-deep before withdrawing, never leaving him completely. A second slips in with his encouragement - coaxing words and the swell of his cock.

Twitching against his stomach, an errant drip smearing against skin and coarse hair. It’s easy to dip your head, fingers curling as you lick the weeping tip.

He jerks beneath you, clenching. Tight around your fingers as he groans, the sound coming from deep in his chest. Hands leaving where they grip in the pillows to brush your cheeks.

“You can’t-” Joel’s lips are parted with a heavy breath, a rough sound, “Gonna cut this too short if you do that, darlin’”

And god, it’s tempting to try. You think you could - keep those fingers buried in him while you suck him off. Keep him warm in your mouth, while you figure out just what he likes.

Your own question is low, as your face tips up to his, “Would you let me do that?”

His laugh is strangled and hushed, “You can do anything you want, honey. But if you want to do this, you’d better that it easy on me.”

The this that he is ready for. Nerves skitter across your skin, as your fingers slip from him. Eyes watching and expectant as the lube is passed to you again.

The silicone slick and glossy from the pass of your palm, wrapping around the thick base. Stepping back off the bed, feet planting on the floor between thighs that spread wider, hips tilting up.

“Take it slow, you got this.”

It almost feels funny, his encouragement. More used to coaxing you in other ways.

You can take it. Another inch, honey. Just like that.

Well, you can do that for him. Your own words mirroring his, as you line yourself up. A shiver as the blunt tip slides against his rim.

A shallow shift of your hips as you move forward. Slowly sinking into him.

He stiffens beneath you - back bowing and chest rising with a held breath. Fingers that slip down until they’re gripping white-knuckled against thighs that inch wider.

You take it slower than he does for you. He knows you can take it - but you’re in control here, soaking in every sigh. The pretty groan as you rock back and then forward, deeper.

A hand coming to rest on his, fitting your fingers against his knuckles.

“Feel good?” You ask, softly. Trying to keep your shallow rhythm steady. Eyes dragging from the harness to the hard curve of his cock, up,

To where he nods, breath inhaled through clenched teeth.

“Doin’ real good, honey,” His hand twitched beneath yours. A flexing of the muscles in his forearm, matching the clench of his belly, “Move your hips more. That’s my girl.”

You’re moving with his words, the praise like a glittering warmth against your skin. Another groan knocked loose as you do as he says.

Thrusting until you’re truly buried in him, pressed skin-to-skin. Pulling back to do it again, his cock bobbing against his stomach with the force of your hips against his.

He’s pretty, like this. Want blooms beneath your skin, prickling. Eyes greedy with the way they watch sticky patch glistens against his abdomen. As thick thighs press about your hips, hitching higher to drive you deeper.

The harness biting into your skin, the way the base grinds against your clit each time you hilt yourself. His pleasure held in the tilt and grind of your hips, your hands. You think you get it. What she sees, what she wants-

And the sounds. The wet slap and suck of skin. His words, running from his mouth. The growl in his throat when your fingers hook under his knees, the angle changing.

“Fuck.” It’s a loose, ragged sound, “Fuck, honey. Just like that-”

It has you alert. Heart thudding in your chest and between your thighs, with his desperate plea. Your pace slowing until you get it right, grinding against that spot inside him.

Watching how the flush rises from his chest. Dark curls mussed above eyes that are now heavy-lidded and blown wide. His strong hands anchored in the sheets again, using the leverage to help him meet your thrusts.

Your head ducks, saliva pooling on your tongue. A hand leaving his thigh so you can spit on your palm - too focused to search for the bottle that’s now lost amongst the bedding.

Wrapping around his cock - where he’s flushed there, too. Another rough curse, the edge razor sharp as you stroke him from base to tip.

The thrust of your hips stuttering, unused to the coordination. A new appreciation for Joel, the way he ruins you so thoroughly and so often.

His hand covers yours. The press of his warm palm and thick fingers enveloping yours. Wrapping your hand tighter, guiding you to stroke him faster, harder.

“Don’t stop.” It’s a ragged plea, “You’re gonna make me come, sweetheart-”

In this moment, you think there’s nothing that could make you. Your own breath short and panting - eyes fixed on the pull of his brow, the part of his lips.

The way he thrusts into the tight clutch of your fist, fingers pinching harder. Your name a ragged groan that draws out long and low as he stiffens, the messy spill of his release over your knuckles with the next twist of your wrist.

His hand falls limply away as he comes - painting the curve of his belly, arcing up to his chest, sticky and glossy against his skin. You can feel the pulse under your thumb, see the tightening jerk of his cock, when your eyes tear from his face to drift down. Watching him, until he’s fully spent.

Only then do your hips carefully slow, your hands loosening to drift across his stomach and hips, tracing his skin.

He’s beautiful.

A tanned arm thrown across his face. Sweat dewing skin, the soft and unsteady inhale-exhale of his chest and belly.

Stained with himself, smeared across his abdomen from your hands and his. Glinting in the low light of the lamp, a low hiss as you carefully ease yourself from him.

Resisting the urge to drag your fingers across, collect him - slip them into your mouth.

Instead, you do what he does for you.

There’s the damp sway of your cock against your thigh as you move to the en-suite. Wiping him clean with a dampened cloth, as his fingers pluck at your harness.

Leaving it to pool against the mattress. An ache left behind - a sticky wetness in the crux of your panties that he’ll find in a minute.

For now, he fits you against him. Joel’s arm looped bonelessly around you, as your cheek presses into his shoulder.

A small flicker of pride in your belly. A heat - pleased that you had been able to do this for him. That he had trusted you, like you so often do for him.

Your fingers scratch into skin, the dampened curls at the base of his neck. He moans, heavy-hidden eyes cracking open to look your way.

There’s a depth to them. A loosening, making them soft and warm and you can’t help but press your mouth to his.

A hand coming to cradle your jaw, a little flick of your tongue telling him how needy this has made you.

He swallows your groan, with a sound of his own.

It’s bliss, sharing this moment with him.

There’s the dull hum of the traffic outside, the light breeze of the fan that sits on the dresser. Hours left until dawn - the promise of coffee and breakfast and a morning spent together, before you’re supposed to pick up Sarah and meet Tommy for the afternoon game.

“You still mad at Tess?” It’s more tease than question - teeth sinking into your bottom lip to bite back the smile.

A smile that is returned, with a little huff of a laugh. Voice rough and low, as he rolls you beneath him to nose at your jaw.

“Can’t say that I am.”

Thank you for reading!! 💖

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velocijupiter · 1 month

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Kintype Anatomical Diagram - 2024 Revamp!

Thought the old schematic was outdated enough, so here's a new one! Probably not realistically feasible in some parts, so take it more as a fun creative exercise :] More systems have been laid out due to a different style for showing everything.

Text transcript under the cut:

Jupiter DromaeOS - Rough Schematic

Height - 6'1/2" / 198cm

Tail Length - 4'8" / 142cm

Weight - 215lb / 97.5kg

Composition is largely of carbon, with smaller amounts of silicon, gold, iron, water, and other trace elements.

Skeletal System

Compacted carbon for support and structural integrity

Braced in certain areas

Ribs divided to allow movement of storage compartments

Electric System

Provides energy for most bodily functions

A. Power Supply Unit - Allows charging from an external energy grid. Requires power cable

B. Solar Panels - Carbon-perovskite photovoltaics for use when away from an energy grid. Usually hidden under feathers

C. Battery - Lithium-sulfur solid state battery that provides ~48 hours of waketime when fully charged

D. Solid State Drive - Extra storage capacity for important memories and information

E. Graphics Processing Unit - Renders AR and holo-displays, as well as internal simulations and dreams

Circulatory System

Circulates around the body a kind of “blood” made of nanites and liquid coolant. Waste heat ejected through fans on the back of the body

F. Nanite Hub - Pumps nanite blood throughout the body. Also houses a nanite fabricator and programmer

Nervous System

Houses most processing power, tactile sense, and consciousness. Comprised of artificial neurons that require a constant supply of electricity

G. Central Processing Unit - Standard issue synthetic humanoid brain. Structure indicates a nontrivial level of neurodivergence

Digestive System

Processes traditional food and certain kinds of inorganic matter. Essential for self-repair and can have a positive effect on mental state

H. Crusher - For chewing both organic and inorganic matter. Soundproofed by skeletal structure in snout

I. Pseudostomach - Dissolves consumed material with nanites rather than acid

J. Graphene Production Chambers - Produces graphene for use in repairs via flash joule heating. Leftover material deposited in lowest storage compartments for use as printer feedstock

Storage Compartments

Built-in drawers for storing goods and materials. Can be refrigerated via circulatory system

Sensory and Communication Devices

K. Microphones - Ear equivalent, input volume can be adjusted or muted

L. Speaker - Vocal output device, can produce a wide array of sounds and can be modulated

M. Eyes - Light passes through display screens used for visual communication

N. AR lens - Projects private-use visual overlays

O. Retinas - Collects modified light signal and sends to CPU and GPU

P. Wireless Internet Receiver - Fully-controlled access to decentralized internet. Uses secondary displays rather than direct input into CPU

Q. Nostrils & Tongue - Detect presence of chemicals in air and food, output converted into signals directed towards CPU

Rockets

Provide mobility within aerospace

R. Microthrusters - Small ion thrusters for stabilization in microgravity

S. Liquid Fuel/Oxidizer Storage - Frozen when not in use to reduce balance issues

T. Pumps - Carry fuel and oxidizer into combustion chamber

U. Combustion Chamber - Mixes and burns fuel and oxidizer

V. Nozzle - Rocket exhaust exits through soles to create thrust

#furry art #furry sfw #clean furry #anthro #worldbuilding #original character #my oc art #kintype #oc: jupiter #raptor #dromaeosaur #robot oc #robot dinosaur #diagram #small art blog #small artist

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parakaryote · 1 year

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The Weird Microorganism Iceberg

I basically made this on an impulse, please don’t take it too seriously. Feel free to suggest more organisms!

Explanations under the cut.

Tardigrades: You probably all know this one. Commonly said to be polyextremophiles, but this isn’t actually true; while they can survive extreme conditions, they don’t thrive in them. Something you might not know about them is that all of their body segment genes are equivalent to arthropod head genes — meaning they are basically walking heads.

Demodex: Eyelash mites.

Diatoms: Geometric silicon shell creatures.

Nylon-eating bacteria (Paenarthrobacter ureafaciens KI72): Exactly what it says on the tin.

Myxozoa: Single-celled parasitic cnidarians. Lack digestive systems, circulatory systems, gonads, and even muscles in some species. Also may or may not be autonomous cancer cells.

Thiomargarita: The only macroscopic bacteria. Honorary microorganisms for the purposes of this image.

Wolbachia: Parasitic / mutualistic bacteria genus that has created numerous insect species through their effects on reproduction. (Infected females can become capable of parthenogenesis, while infected males are either killed, turned into females, or limited to reproducing only with females infected by the same strain.)

Deinococcus radiodurans: A bacterium which unofficially holds the title of “most extreme extremophile”. Can survive incredibly high doses of radiation, as well as high acidity and very low temperatures.

Dicyemida: Symbiotic (once mistakenly thought to be parasitic) animals that live in cephalopod kidneys. Have alternation of generations and used to be known as “Rhombozoa” (“rhombus animals”).

Facetotectans: Parasitic crustaceans with an unknown adult form. Attempts to artificially induce metamorphosis only produce another juvenile stage, as far as anyone can tell.

Metal-breathing bacteria: Bacteria which use nanowires to accept electrons from metals.

Limnognathia: One of the smallest animals, and has 15-part extensible jaws.

Disulforudis audaxviator: The only known organism to comprise a single-species ecosystem. Lives over a mile underground and feeds off the byproducts of radioactive decay.

Salinella salve: Possibly nonexistent simple animal, allegedly cultured by Johannes Frenzel in 1892 but never found by anyone else.

Warnowiids (Warnowiaceae): A family of dinoflagellates which have modified some of their organelles into an eye… which somehow works well enough for them to aim their stingers at prey, despite them having no brain (or even other cells) to process the images.

Haloquadratum walsbyi: A square that lives in salt.

Dicopomorpha echmepterygis: The smallest known insect, a parasitoid wasp smaller than a Paramecium.

Hemimastigophora: A group of organisms recently discovered to be an early-splitting branch of the eukaryotes.

Monocercomonoides: A genus of “excavate” “protists” (both terms are polyphyletic, lol) that lack mitochondria… or even the genes for them.

Parakaryon myojinensis: The only complete incertae sedis, for which not even the domain is known. Has an odd mix of eukaryote and prokaryote-like features, leading to speculation that they represent a second incidence of endosymbiosis (aka Eukaryota 2.0). Also my blog’s namesake.

Collodictyon: Considered unclassifiable for a long time. Not really that weird in and of itself, tbh.

Kamera lens: Continuing the theme, this is an alga that has proven weirdly difficult to classify despite having been known for centuries (though it’s been narrowed down to the Ochrophyta). Its funny name makes it a pain to look up.

Jeongeupia sacculi: Recently-discovered multicellular(!) bacterium. Unlike everything else on here, it doesn’t have a Wikipedia page (yet).

Meteora sporadica: “Protist” which moves by rowing with a pair of arm-like appendages. Another difficult-to-classify organism, although a study from earlier this year suggests they are related to the Hemimastigophora.

Kakabekia barghoorniana: Apparent Paleoproterozoic living fossil that looks like an umbrella.

Magosphaera planula: A sphere which splits apart into amoeba-like cells, observed by Ernst Haeckel in 1869. Also possibly nonexistent / misidentified.

#biology #microbiology #zoology #bacteriology #protist #archaea #parasite mention #cancer mention

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goatsludge · 11 months

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XM29 Experimental Protective Mask

By the late 1970's, the U.S. Army was already looking to replace the M17/M17A1 Field Protective Mask with a mask that was compatible with the 40mm NATO Standard Canister Thread that was beginning to become more widespread at this point.

The XM29 was the initial experimental design submitted to answer this requirement, being molded single-piece out of silicone rubber, which was more comfortable and hypoallergenic.

The mask could be adapted to left or right-hand shooters with an interchangeable secondary side voice emitter, and featured the same M1 QD Drinking Adapter as the M17A1 (though some versions like this example were made without one).

It was discovered that silicone had poor resistance to blister agents, and so various special scratch-resistant coatings were tested with the lens, as well as some examples being molded from clear urethane plastic.

Neither were satisfactory, so the XM30 program would soon be initiated, which took the principles of the XM29, but used a silicone mask with a separate urethane lens.

This program would ultimately be cancelled by the Army in 1981, but re-opened by the Air Force and ultimately adopted in 1983 as the MCU-2/P while the Army had moved on to the XM40 program.

As usual, this example belongs to @bureau-of-mines

#gas mask #vintage gas mask #xm29 gas mask #mcu-2/p gas mask #msa millennium #cold war gas mask #oldschool gear #experimental gas mask

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hoardlikegoldenirises · 1 year

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after drawing the sparkly bider-man i wanted to make one for my AU... purely self-indulgent...

I doubt Peter would really take the time and expense to make a special pride suit he would only wear once or twice unless Johnny convinced him or smth so it's mostly hypothetical but still fun —

I was looking through my timeline trying to figure out when would make the most sense for this (which also included: has Johnny outed himself yet) and I ended up deciding 2014 makes the most sense because well, in 2012 Peter will be locked in a basement during June, and in 2013 he would be busy with Electro and finishing grad school, but 2014 is like... right after he and Flash get married so I can easily imagine Johnny being like "c'moooon Spidey, let's dress up together, you just got gay*-married" etc. and, well, peter does like to dress up... (otherwise he wouldn't be in spandex all the time 😂)

normally I avoid metallic or shiny spandex like the plague for suit designs cause I think it looks cheap but I made an exception for this 😂 it probably IS cheap...

closeups:

posing for pictures... johnny's idea, naturally. in my timeline i think johnny outs himself in like 2011 or so after a very messy divorce (from lyja) but I'm not spending too much time on the F4 stuff in this aside from just having a general idea so if they appear in a fic I know what's going on 😅 anyway by 2014 johnny is def way more comfortable with being publicly gay, since the cat's long out of the bag, though he's still got a lot of issues... but he's good at pretending to be okay :)

but also he still has a crush on peter 😂 tfw you have the hots for your superhero friend who just got married

peter actually already knows how johnny feels about him by the time he gets married, i just thought the dialogue was funny

I thought it would be fun if the lens frames were sparkly... normally I have his frames out of vulcanized black rubber (like car tire rubber) (...like might actually be carved from old tires) just cause I prefer the matte and slightly soft look compared to plastic... I figure something like sparkly firm silicone or sparkly plastic is probably pretty achievable for Peter to make. And the lenses would just be his normal bulletproof lenses but with an iridescent film on the outside to make them a little rainbowy...

and I think in 2014 irl holographic glitter spandex was like... something that existed that you could buy lol so i figure he can very carefully sew a holographic spider on.... so the spiders are like, that silvery white rainbow glitter kind of look

no webbing because there's a limit to how much labor and time peter would be willing to put into a flashy, kind of useless costume that he wouldn't be able to/want to wear very often... (and i wasn't a fan of how it looked)

bisexual fingers. there's a dirty joke in there somewhere.

it's difficult to come up with body-covering outfits that are suitable for summer weather as-is but the fact that he's wearing polyester spandex underneath really adds a layer of "i'm going to get heatstroke and die" to this outfit. lots of linen though. at least the armpits are athletic mesh.

also yeah the spidey shirt is a leotard with a snap crotch so. he's really just hoping that doesn't unroll under his clothes cause it would absolutely hang down very visibly from under his shirt if it were to fall. (maybe he can use his electrostatic sticking powers to just. hold it in place...)

he also can't roll down the waistband of his tights because it's more rigid than the rest of his costume on account of that's where he keeps all his spare web cartridges and it would suck if they all fell out LOL

hm i just noticed i accidentally gave peter a purple happy trail oops just pretend that's black

anyway

that's AU bider-man

i also drew this which is much more corny/embarrassing but i thought it was a cute idea — by necessity has to be after flash is public and transitioning etc… so 2016 at the earliest but i drew this more like 2017 or 2018, after she's been on hrt and stuff and is probably more confident

i don't think there's a worry of accidentally spotlighting her/outing her because, well, she probably doesn't pass in a lot of people's eyes… broad shoulders, sideburns, etc. but… peter thinks she's pretty ❤️

i was gonna draw more of the gang but then the list kept expanding like, oh should i include X, what about Y? and it was. too many people. so then i just decided to only draw flash and peter 😂

they should have stickers on their shirts though... like a polyamory sticker... or pins...

*as of most recent plot updates in 2024, Flash starts living publicly as a woman around the time she and Peter get married, but it's probably still legally a gay marriage (at first) even if Flash is like, "Actually, I'm a girl. Surprise!" lmao

#came in through the window last night #biderman #spiderman #spider-man #nadiart #fanadiart #arghdesign #peter parker

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randomized-sims23 · 12 days

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What Do You Think Of Me Now? (Redemption Arc Nexus/Comet + Solar)

Comet paced around his little apartment, biting at the silicone of his fingertips. He had been talking with Sun lately, mostly mundane things like how their days were, if anything interesting happened, how Comet's therapy was going. And he'd been given some…decent news.

The family agreed to see him again, start slow with at least interacting with him again. He wouldn't question how Sun convinced them to do it but he'd take it.

Any chance to rebuild his family is one he'd take, and he was determined not to fuck it up this time. Sun had even dropped in with Dazzle a few times.

She seemed to be the easiest to get back in touch with since she never really understood where he went or what happened at all. But he was happy to see her new look and to know she was doing leagues better than he had last seen her.

Today was something…special? Nerve wracking? The reason he was pacing a hole in his floor no thanks to the nervous ball that settled in his stomach and had him wanting to vomit even thought he couldn't?

All. All of the above is good.

Sun was bringing Solar by. And even though he's wanted some time with him again, he was starting to get cold feet. He figured Solar would be right up there with Earth wanting nothing to do with him, yet when Sun had called to let him know Solar wanted to see him he'd been excited, happy.

His pacing stopped and he took off the goggles he'd worn round his neck since the day he died, lightly running his thumb over the protective lens and leather frame. He'd kept the goggles in as pristine a condition as he could, he'd never worn these himself either, only kept them on him at all times.

And it wasn't until he started getting his sense back, or hell maybe even some time before he died, did he realize something.

He realized he had loved him.

Maybe that's why his death hit him so much harder. He hadn't loved him as a brother.

He loved him as a partner. And he died before Comet could ever confess to him.

He'd never really felt like he fit with Moon being aroace. He did some research but still seemed a little confused about how he felt exactly, but demiromantic seemed like a good fit.

Comet had been so lost in his thoughts he barely heard the knock at the door or it being opened, turning just as Sun came in.

“Hi, Comet. Sorry if we're a little late, Jack was…well, being Jack.” Sun said with a bit of a sigh.

Comet put the goggles back on. “It's fine. I lost track of the time a bit myself.” He looked around a bit, leaning to peek behind Sun, but saw no one there. “Where is-”

“He's coming. Just…getting himself ready for this and all. I'll tell you like I told him, if you want me to go, make this a one on one talk, I will. If not I'll hang around.”

Comet nodded. “Yeah, that's fair. Um…maybe? At least if we start off with a serious talk cause I have some stuff to say to him and…I don't know, it feels…God I feel like a teenager with their first crush explaining it to their parents. I have something I gotta get off my chest to him sooner rather than later.”

Sun nodded a bit, seeming to pick up on what he meant, but said nothing about it. “Alright then. I'll be on my way once he's in then.”

“Ok…thank you, Sun. For all of this. It really does mean a lot.”

Sun smiled a bit and turned away. “It's nothing, Comet. I figured one way or another we'd all get our closure about the whole situation. I'm just more surprised they all agreed to it.”

“Yeah, me too. But I decided against questioning a good thing like that.”

“Yeah probably best not to.”

The both of them looked up when they heard footsteps. Sun smiled. Comet's breath caught in his throat and he felt his nerves kick into overdrive as Solar finally entered the room.

He was dressed a little differently than the last time he'd seen him, a plain shirt in place of his daycare theater one, no gloves, the jacket still around his waist.

“Sorry I took forever, Sun.”

“It's fine, Solar. We were just talking a little, nothing too important. Comet did ask me to step away so you two could have some privacy. Is that alright? You can message me or something if you need or want me to come on back though.”

He seemed to think before Solar nodded. “Yeah, that's fine.”

“Alright then. I guess good luck then. I hope it goes well with you two. See you later.” Sun lingered for a moment before he left, closing the door behind him.

Solar and Comet were left in a tense, awkward silence for a moment before Comet got his nerves together. “Um…you can sit down, if you're hungry or thirsty I can grab you something?”

Solar stared at him before taking his offer and sitting on the couch. “No, it's fine. I'm good.” Solar silently cursed himself for being so nervous and tense. But he felt it was justified given Comet's past actions. He also didn't fully believe Sun when he said Comet was trying to change though.

Comet eventually sat down himself, staring down at his shoes and fidgeting with his hands before he spoke again. “This is off to a bad start already…I know how you probably feel about all of this. I'm sure Sun's filled you in a bit from our first talk in the atrium. I'm glad you decided to do this, Solar. Even if it's the last time we ever talk.”

Solar looked at him, sitting forward a bit. “Yeah? I'm pretty on the fence about this whole thing. I don't know if I believe everything you told Sun. Not yet anyway. Maybe if I can see it I might. But until then…”

“Oh yeah no I get it. After the whole Solstice thing was finished I've been trying to get somewhat right again. Even picked up with a professional therapist and he's been really helping me. I finally managed to process a lot of stuff I'd been repressing and pushing down. It's a little rough of course, but it never is, is it? The whole processing trauma and healing thing.”

Solar made a noise of agreement. He was right about that. He'd been trying to work through his own feelings with Earth, both playing therapist to each other now and then.

The hardest parts had been when they discussed the entire betrayal, and when Solar came to terms with how he felt for Comet. By the time he'd realized that though it was too late.

Comet had gone off the deep end and nearly killed Earth. As far as he'd been concerned those feelings would absolutely mean nothing now.

“Yeah…” Solar sighed. “Y'know I hated you. After I heard what you did, I couldn't believe it. Not until we met again. I…didn't want to believe it. I'd already lost my first Moon, I couldn't handle that again…but at the same time, part of me didn't hate you. Couldn't, no matter what.” He chuckled a bit. “I don't know why. But in a way I still cared for you despite everything…suppose I still do too.”

Comet looked at him, tilting his head a bit. “How? How could you still care about me?”

Solar paused. He didn't think he could tell Comet the real reason. “I don't know. Maybe it was Sun's hope you could still be saved. His optimism is a little contagious.”

Comet chuckled a bit. “Yeah, it is…so what now?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean…what do you want to do after this? Because I'd love to talk some more. I missed it. I missed talking to you, doing projects with you. I missed…I missed you, Solar, I think more than I missed everyone else. I missed what we had.” Comet sighed softly.

“I just…even if we can't be that close anymore I at least want to talk. I'll be fine with that.”

Solar watched him and thought. “I missed it too, Comet. And…I think we can try being close again. I'd like that, honestly.”

Comet smiled. “Really? That'd be great!”

Solar tilted his head with an amused smile. “I don't think I've ever seen you that excited before.”

Comet blushed a little and rubbed his head. “Yeah, sorry. But I am excited to spend time with you again.” He smiled.

“Me too. Do you wanna do that now?”

“Sure! Do you wanna go out or stay here, watch a movie or something?”

“Let's stay here. And hm…I'll let you pick the movie.”

Comet hopped up and went to a small shelf, immediately plucking three DVD's from the growing collection he had and presented them to him. “I know it isn't just one movie but if you're still into it…?”

“I'm surprised YOU'RE still into My Little Pony…let's start here.” He pointed to the first one.

“Alright! And of course I am. I might have gone nuts but I still like what I like.” Comet said as he put the movie on, stepping into the kitchen and returning with a few snacks and drinks for them.

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When Sun arrived hours later to get Solar, he found the door unlocked and heard something playing. He entered with a soft knock in case they were busy, coming to a stop by the couch.

Solar had moved to sit with Comet at some point, and at some point they'd fallen asleep, Solar leaning into Comet with his head on his shoulder, Comet with an arm loosely draped over his shoulder.

Sun couldn't help but smile at the sight and turned off the TV, plugged them both in, shut off the lights, and left them to sleep.

-end-

#the sun and moon show #the sun and moon show au #the sun and moon show solar #the sun and moon show Nexus/Comet #tsams #tsams au #tsams solar #tsams Nexus/Comet

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The way that glass dildo completely threw me, Leah! 🤣 Not sure what I expected, but that wasn't it.

Nobody expects the glass dildo 💀 the thing is like. Sex scenes are a great way to examine the themes of the narrative through a different lens. In this case the struggle of wanting something but feeling like you can't have it, the fever of desire giving way to shame. Like yeah I decided we were gonna watch Olivia get herself off bc it's hot, but also bc this is an important reflection of where we are in the narrative. They want the same things and are struggling to restrain their desires, becoming reckless in their need, and this is a fun way to show how that's developing. So I don't know that anyone was necessarily expecting the action of this chapter either, but I hope the emotion and the narrative importance of this scene comes thru.

Ok the dildo. I was thinking yesterday that you can tell fandom is changing bc ten years ago I would have had seven comments asking me for a link to it 💀 I am very pro glass toys and have worked them into lots of stories over the years. They are more durable that silicone (one of ours literally melted in one spot bc the water from the kitchen sink was too hot) and more sanitary/easier to keep clean (they don't absorb germs and you can whack that thing in the dishwasher if you want!) you can freeze them for a little something extra (highly recommend) and they're pretty!!! But like I said up top the action of this chapter wasn't purely gratuitous; to put it bluntly I didn't want Olivia to come, bc narratively it's about struggle and the lack of fulfillment, so I didn't want to use a vibe that could get the job done in two minutes flat. It's about what she wants, and what she wants in that moment isn't a vibe, it's Elliot. So that's why I wanted it to be a dildo. I picked the glass one bc I like them, and bc I thought it would get her closest without allowing her to really find relief.

#anonymous #s.vu #e.o asks

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romansgoodluckcharm · 5 months

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Okay, but Intruality w/ robo-Patt

Remus ignoring Patton's childcare protocols that try to keep people out (it's for safety more than discomfort) so he can tug on every wire that makes Patton glitch and squeal

Ohhh oh my god holy shit this is so good. Patton who insists on staying professional, the words automated and spilling through his lips before he can even think about it, but Remus can hear his fans kicking up so he doesn't overheat, can see his lens whirl to try and take in as much of Remus as he possibly can

Remus who tells Patton just what it wants to do to him as it steps closer and closer, getting more vulgar by the second, and Patton's processor is working over-time to take it all in, and for a split-second he's worried Remus'll surely get burnt from how hot his metal burns, but then Remus is pressing up against him and Patton can barely see the million pop-ups in the edges of his peripherals, can only see and feel Remus

Bonus points if Pat has no genitalia and is so fuckin desperate all throughout, Remus having to get creative to make them both feel good <333 rubbing against wires nd shoving it's fingers in ports nd biting at silicone casings nd breathing cool air against his motors till Patton's voice synthesiser is glitching nd warbling <33 overwhelming Pat so bad his UI seems to crash and he loses all rationale, fucked silly teehees

#this got long um #this is literally SUCH a good concept omfg YOUR BRAIN!!!!#anon im giving you a medal #remus referred to w it/its bc I use it/its and I think its very hot and sexy of it to do so #goodluckhearts #goodluckmarks #this counts as a drabble right #goodluckletters

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Worldbuilding: Inter-Species "Relations"

You're finally at the chapter where it happens. You've been building up the tension for this scene for the entire story. Your pirate captain has captured her quarry, the slippery merman who's held her most private imagination since she first saw him. They're alone now, hearts racing, eyes darkening, and neither one can deny how much they want each other. But now that it's time for these two to come together in a passionate display of mutual desire and good-old-fashioned fun, you've realized something:

You don't actually know how they fit together.

You have a vision for this story, and you specifically want a sex scene in it, so this gap of knowledge is therefore a matter of great consequence.

This guide will explore each step of this potentially tricky puzzle through the lens of analogous species of animals. However, it hopfully contains every step you need to write a cross-species encounter confidently, even if your story takes you to a magical world far, far away.

The Shape of Your Non-Human Parts

First thing's first, you'll want to figure out the equipment you're working with. The reproductive organs, like any others, are built to fulfill a need. Different animals have different needs, whether it's depositing a packet for later use, keeping unwanted mates from bearing children, or socially bonding with both male and female partners. You'll need to figure out what your creature's needs are, as this will influence the shape and position of their parts, which will, in turn, influence the positions and practices humans need to use to be compatible.

Some things to consider:

•If your creature is a quadruped, they will probably be built for a "mounted" position. This means your females will be oriented for those who are standing directly behind them. Your males may also have their parts positioned further up on their bellies, or they maybe longer or even flexible to reach.

•About 97% of birds on Earth do not have a lock and key hookup. Both sexes instead have a delicate, multi-function hole called a cloaca that they briefly kiss together to mate. Of the other 3%, some have been observed to have parts that are… fiercely competitive in nature.

•Social animal species, such as dolphins, bonobos, and bats, are more likely to get jiggy for pleasure and bonding. In the bonobo's case, some structures are also suited for use with same-sex activities. Even snakes have anatomy to make coupling enjoyable.

•If your creature has structures that would hurt humans, such as a feline's barbs, you don't have to Change Him. A silicon sheath or even a specialized condom can make all the difference. And fantasy folks, don't worry; condoms are not a modern invention.

•About 90% of fish reproduce by fertilizing eggs that are already outside of the female's body, so there's no bumping of uglies at all. The ~10% of fish that are live-bearing (such as sharks) have a fin on their underside called a gonopodium that serves that more familiar role of inception.

•Crabs tend to embrace tightly underwater for an extended period of time — up to days — while they wait for the female to molt. Once she's free of her hard shell, the male will slip special antennae into equally special pores on her underside, where she'll keep his materials until she's ready to build a clutch. (Depending on the species, the male will stay with her for protection until her new shell hardens.)

•Never be afraid to make things look and act how you want them to. As fun as researching different animal anatomy is, in the end, it's your world. And anyway, of all structures of the animal kingdoms, reproductive organs are arguably the most diverse. This means you can get as quirky and interesting as you want. There are even species where the female is the pitcher and the male is the catcher.

How Does the Human Fit In?

Now that you know what your alien captain's packing under the hood, your human lieutenant can shoot their shot. But before things can get moving, everybody needs to be in a position they can act in.

Depending on the individual, a vaguely normal timeframe for humans to go at it is 3 to 10 minutes. It may not sound like a lot of time, but that period is very physically active, and if things aren't ergonomic, it's all too easy to tire out or even get hurt. Both parties and whatever limbs they have need to be arranged in a way that isn't painful, and that allows for ease of motion. Think about where their bodies have to touch, and come up with a couple of positions that would work well. If the anatomy between parties is different enough, you may have positions your humans like more, and others that your aliens prefer.

Sex Furniture, Your Very Best Friend

In some cases, there is no "natural" way for both bodies to stay lined up. That's where the magical world of assistive furniture comes into play. If your society is sex-positive and includes both species, then the likelihood of having specialized furniture to help with love-making is extremely high.

It doesn't have to be complicated, either. It could be a large pillow with a groove to help your centaur stay straight on their back. It could be a padded block to give your satyr more traction. Or it could be a special couch that's made to put one or both parties at a favorable angle.

Remember again that whatever the furniture looks like, its purpose is to keep both (or more) individuals comfortable and (usually) able to move.

Don't Underestimate a Good Manual

If someone's put in the work to make assistive furniture, chances are someone else put in the work to make a manual. You may giggle, but sex manuals are, in fact, a thing.

This is a more in-world step, but it's worth considering. If your characters are inexperienced (either with each other's species or with sex in general), then the privacy and patience of a manual can be a life-saver. And it creates an opportunity for your characters to both crowd around an intimate instruction guide, discussing the things they do and don't like the looks of, and agree on the expectations for their encounter.

Climax and Resolution

Now that you've got it all figured out, your human and dragonkin are finally turning up the heat. But before you look up National Geographic footage of large reptiles, remember what your goal for the scene is. Your audience is human and, generally speaking, you want to get them hot and bothered. Whatever fun and strange things you've got going on, you'll want to relate them back to the human experience at this point. If your Point of View character is a human, then it's easy enough. If not, then you've got a little more work to do.

For mammals, the cycle of excitement, pleasure, climax, and refraction will be practically the same. You don't need to sweat the differences here, unless you're specifically interested in the amount of time your non-human will be spending in each phase.

For birds and tuatara reptiles (a small group of reptiles characterized by spines on their backs [like iguanas]), the act normally consists of kissing cloacas. This may seem relatively passionless, but there are ways to make it steamy. Since the cloaca isn't designed for the rigors of mammalian intimacy, you could take things slow and give attention to the other ways the characters are feeling each other, too. Kissing and caressing within each other's embrace can still be hot, even if your harpy only climaxes emotionally.

For other reptiles, the biggest difference will be in the fact that they're cold-blooded. A lizardfolk can still feel their heart race, still love how their partners smells, still have a heavy-lidded gaze, but they won't flush or become hot to the touch. Also, since reptiles don't shiver to maintain heat, they might not tremble when stationary (though they can still be shakey when they move).

If your PoV character is merfolk, depending on how far into the deep end you go with them, you'll thankfully have a lot of human material to draw from. But if you want to play up the novelty, they may notice how warm a human is, and how velvety their skin feels. Additionally, a bit of a dance, teasing chase, or display could go a long way to convey excitement, or even nervousness.

If your aliens or seafolk are more crab-like, then it can seem tricky, but don't fret. You might take the chance to explore the dynamic from your alien's perspective of needing to be held, or of the urge to protect their mate, for an extended period of time. Since feeling cared for and needed can really make the heart sing, this is something you can use to demonstrate intimacy, even if you don't decide to adjust the anatomy for a more traditionally human experience.

Aftercare

Not all scenes will include this step, but it is still an option. If you choose to show the afterwards, it can be a good place to transition from a shared experience back into the differences between species. Is your kappa still ready to go, even if your human's tuckered out? Is your hive-minded alien going to sleep off a pheromone high? Maybe your mermaid just needs to spend the next hour by her partner's side. If this kind of scene is useful to your story, it presents ample opportunities for world- and character-building.

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I hope this has been helpful! If I missed anything, if you have further or more detailed questions, or even if you're curious about what this article did to my targeted ads, feel free to send me an ask or DM!

Happy writing! ;D

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