#Transformers zenith

[starheavenly]

Part 2 to this comic And yes the speedster twins are betting on everyone's love life

[thesecondsanctuary]

can we all stop and remember that the uty final bosses were cool as fuck

[themiltonholmes]

In which evil wizard Zenith peeks into our reality again to nuisance two unfortunate fellas, this time with some 'mon themed hoops that'll turn them into perfect new additions to her Pokedex.

Featuring my bestie Ataripanther <3

[sentinelsthiccass]

Small colorless doodle of my two new TFP OCs, Icarus (Autobot, left) and Zenith (Decepticon, right). They're lovers

[aecholapis]

Thanks to your reblog, I went digging for your OC blog + list that I vaguely recalled seeing before, because I somehow missed the fact that you also have an OC named Zenith.

Tell me more about this little sparkling with a most excellent name :D

GLADLY :D

Zenith is a curious little thing, a newspark that was forged in a post-war Cybertron and spared all the trauma and hardships everyone else has been through. It lives a comfortable life as the mentee of both Azimuth and Exopulse and as the sibling of the adolescent Sparkeater twins Munchy and Chomper.

Its friendly nature makes it easy for Zenith to befriend others, a quality Azimuth is trying to erase because that also makes it more susceptible to abuse, betrayal and the likes. He and the twins argue about this often. Azimuth should never be given the sole custody of a child. Ever. But Exopulse is also there and has to play the negotiator. Zenith has come to like Exo a little more than Azimuth and it kills him inside. He's trying to teach all three mentees about life in the only way he knows, but his rigorous mental gymnastics exercises might not be the perfect mentor-student bond building activity. Some of his teaching sticks but it doesn't make him more popular with anyone.

As the student of a ship technician and a professor of mathematics it's not a surprise when Zenith starts showing interest in the more technological side of science. The next part is the least thought-out section of its story and likely to change. Zenith changes its mind later when it realizes how the twins must mask themselves in order to pass in society. Sparkeaters aren't welcomed by everyone on Cybertron and for a very good reason. Most humans wouldn't want to have zombies in their vicinity either. But Zenith wants to change the people's perception of them and goes into sociobiology.

A sketch of Zenith going on a walk with Munchy and Chomper where Zenith is holding their servos.

*Background information that may be good to know:

Many years ago, Munchy's and Chomper's underdeveloped yet infected protoforms had been extracted from an abandoned neutral outpost by Decepticon researchers. Early on, they noticed that their newest test subjects were docile (unless provoked) and so they decided to run a little experiment and try to assimilate the two Sparkeaters into their ranks. Each chose a mentor to learn from, but they never finished their education. Even as their frames stopped in their growth and hardened out into their adult forms, they were not yet mature by Cybertronian standards. When the rogue Sparkeaters attacked their ship and hunted down every spark on board, the twins hid and waited for help to arrive.

[The rest of the story was part of a fun RP I did with @cyber-streak-2 (who I also share creative custody of Munchy and Chomper with, they're its OCs as much as they're mine).]

Exopulse and Azimuth found the two in the wreckage of their home, a Decepticon research vessel that was now overrun by those hostile Sparkeaters. They helped the twins fend off the other Sparkeaters and took them back to Azimuth's ship. Azimuth and Exopulse became their new mentors, teaching them about life and telling them stories of their achievements. Then they landed on Cybertron and with the war over and the Quintessons defeated, everything seemed to go back to how it was before (that's both a good and a bad thing). The twins now have to mask their ghastly features with kibble that Azimuth has kept, which once belonged to his brother. They visit higher education, as does Exopulse (who has been constructed during the war; he is a technician but he wants to become a mechanic too for which he needs a different skillset), while Azimuth goes back to teaching mathematics at a university.

But the twins aren't quite as happy as they hoped they would be. They ask their mentors if they can have a little sibling and after a while they agree on the terms that they take care of it for the most part. So the four of them go to the Well of All Sparks together. Azimuth and Exopulse harvest a developing spark, picking it right out of its orbit, while Munchy and Chomper gather enough metals that the spark can bind to itself.

Zenith looks nothing like its mentors and siblings. However, it looks a lot like Altitude 😏 That's merely a coincidence, I just thought it would be funny to have it resemble Azimuth's long dead brother for no particular reason.

[manicmagician]

I don't like to brag, but I do like to dance!

[yuesya]

if shiki sprouts an arm from sato could she beat sugu in an arm wrestling contest?

Depends on if there's a prize for winning. :)

[titanclashbattleofthegods]

[icarus-and-zenith]

Ask Guide:

YES:

- Questions toward/about Icarus or Zenith

- Challenges for fun

- Questions about other TFP Autobots/Decepticons

- Canon character interactions from any TF universe

- RP, both serious and crack

- Comments

- Compliments

- Interactions with other OCs

- Roasts

MAYBE:

- Spicy questions

- Vague asks (may be ignored)

- Asks towards mod

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- Asks for advertising

- Godmodding (like 'punches and hits no dodging' or stuff like that)

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Roleplay Stuff

This is whispering

This is thoughts

This is normal talking

This is loud talking

THIS IS YELLING

This is actions

This color is Icarus

This is Zenith

This is me, the mod!! May add more characters later

I am also open to rp in DMs!!!

[starheavenly]

Silly Zenith Skystar comic! I love them PART 2

[physalian]

Your colloquialisms are ruining the immersion (or, non-contemporary dialogue)

I am no expert here! Whenever I wrote historical fiction it was anachronistic historical fiction. This advice is from a reader’s perspective and from my experience writing high fantasy.

So what’s the deal with immersive dialogue? I’m going to ignore writing dialects and accents and so-called “old English” with the thee, thy, thou and such. Solely focusing here on the narrative telling me this isn’t set in present times, and yet the dialogue being painfully colloquial like present times.

This is coming from a book I had to read set in HRE times. In it, characters were spouting modern curse words, tacking on verbal tics and crutch words like “or something” and “um” and drawing out words like “daaaamn” and “nooooo”. Rip out the dialogue and toss it in a script with zero context and it would read like two high schoolers from 2009, not two adults from the Holy Roman Empire. Which is a problem, because it completely shattered the immersion. —

1. On so-called “formal writing”

Everybody knows that nixing contractions doesn’t do a damn thing to help your writing look more “formal”, it just looks robotic and stiff, right? We’ve gotten past this as a society? There’s a time and a place for replacing contractions with the full words, but not for every single sentence.

I swear this show keeps creeping into my writing advice but here we go. Transformers Prime. The context for Optimus’ dialogue has a lot to do with his aging voice actor, Peter Cullen, and the perception of the character over the decades from the corny 80s paragon hero everyman type leader to the grizzled and wizened old soul type leader. Optimus isn’t “one of the guys,” he’s old. Very old. He’s the dad of the group (one dad, his grumpy medic is the other dad).

So he gets lines like:

“I fear Megatron’s ambition is at its zenith.”

“But if his return is imminent as I fear, it could be a catastrophic.”

“I bore Skyquake no ill-will.”

He doesn’t curse like the other Autobots. His voice only raises in surprise, horror, or rage. He doesn’t go “um/ah/so/but/eh” and always thinks about what he’s going to say well before he says it. Despite him, Ratchet (the dad medic), and Megatron all being very old, Optimus is the only one who’s “proper” and collected and dignified with his lines. The writers didn’t achieve this simply by omitting contractions, he gets them where necessary and removes them when effective (e.g “We do not.” / “We don’t.”)

2. Thesaurus Rex

Continuing with the Optimus example, no other character in that show would use “zenith” unironically. Or “ill-will”. This doesn’t mean crack open and abuse a thesaurus but there’s a huge divide between:

“Megatron’s gone crazy and he’s going to implode soon” and “Megatron’s ambition is at its zenith”.

I can’ think of a better word to use than dignified, perhaps distinguished to describe his dialogue.

He doesn’t say “what?” when he’s confused, he pauses and says something like “please elaborate”.

This is both word choice and a syntax issue so if you’re struggling to fit a non-contemporary vibe for your work, pay attention to both.

3. When to abstain from cursing

There’s something very special about the dialogue in the Lord of the Rings movies: It’s PG-13 so they can’t curse, but if they had, it would have probably ruined the trilogy. These characters are able to yell in rage and anguish, spit vicious insults at their enemies, and stare down armies that are determined to kill them, all while never breaking the immersion.

Insults like:

“Late is the hour in which this conjurer chooses to appear.”

“Keep your forked tongue behind your teeth, you witless worm.”

“Your words are poison.”

And all three were said by or about Grima Wormtongue.

Characters aren’t dumbasses, they’re fools, with the exception of Gollum’s insults toward Sam, the “stupid, fat hobbit”.

Even devoid of name-calling, Denethor absolutely trounces his second son by asking (and I’m paraphrasing) “Is there any man here willing to do his lord’s bidding?” right after Faramir expresses some apprehension about a suicide charge with his remaining soldiers, completely ignoring him and implying that he’s not a real man.

LOTR is full of juicy lines beyond curse words, too. One of my absolute favorites is: “Dark have been my dreams of late” as opposed to “I’ve been having nightmares lately.”

Do you see?? It’s poetry. The motif of Shadow and Darkness as if they’re real, physical things, all the lines of poetry pulled straight from the books like Theoden’s “where is the horse and the rider” monologue just before Helm’s Deep.

It’s dignified.

—

This one was a bit harder to, ironically, put into words without doing a full-blown case study into either franchise’s ability to write dialogue and monologues. I didn’t even talk about Ratchet’s several monologues (one of which was done perfectly in the sound booth on the first take) because Jeffrey Combs has a voice like ambrosia.

TLDR: Immersion goes far beyond your vivid setting descriptors and the clothing or the names and languages. I mostly write fantasy and sci-fi and whenever I read or watch fantasy and sci-fi that isn’t meant to be a world different from our own, or about characters who don’t speak modern English, and they go off with modern slang, syntax, and verbal tics, it just feels sloppy and weak. Pay attention to the following:

Syntax

Modern slang and jargon

Filler words/verbal tics

Curse words/curses

Flat, unmotivated vocab

*All of the quotes were from memory because I watch both of these franchises way too often. So apologies if I got any wrong.

[littlefireball]

can you do a fic with Ateez Seonghwa x virgin reader? Where she never even touched herself, never orgasmed or squirted so Seognwha does all that and they go the full way but she bleeds when he goes in but mother seognwha knows what to say to push her through and get her to the pleasure. From their she squirts on him while he goes rough?

🐈‍⬛

I add some settings on it (⁠ʘ⁠ᴗ⁠ʘ⁠✿⁠) hope you like it

ꜱʜ|ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ, ꜱᴡᴇᴀᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴇᴀʀꜱ (ᴀ/ᴍ)

ꜰᴀᴋᴇ ɢᴏᴅ ꜱᴇᴏɴɢʜᴡᴀ x ꜱᴀᴄʀɪꜰɪᴄɪᴀʟ ᴏꜰꜰᴇʀɪɴɢ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: ʟᴏɴɢ ꜱᴍᴜᴛ|ᴍᴏᴍᴍʏ ꜱᴇᴏɴɢʜᴡᴀ|ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴᴇᴅ ᴏꜰ ʀᴇʟɪɢɪᴏᴜꜱ, ʙʟᴇᴇᴅɪɴɢ|ᴜɴᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ꜱᴇx|ꜰɪɴɢᴇʀɪɴɢ|ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 3.2ᴋ

In a secluded and desolate village, an inexplicable prosperity has taken root, defying all logic and expectations. The villagers attribute this miraculous transformation to the blessing of a mysterious deity, whose influence has brought life back to the barren land.

However, this prosperity comes at a grim cost - the sacrifice of an 18-year-old virgin every hundred years. The purity and sincerity of the sacrifice are believed to prolong the village's prosperity, as decreed by the deity worshipped by the villagers.

For unmarried women like you, reaching the age of eighteen brings a looming nightmare rather than the promise of adulthood. From a young age, you've witnessed your younger brother bask in the favor and attention of your family, while you remained in the shadows, neglected and unappreciated.

To your parents, you are merely a pawn in their pursuit of wealth. If you marry into a prosperous family before turning eighteen, it's deemed a success; but if you remain unmarried, you are destined to be the sacrificial offering.

Growing up devoid of love, surrounded by loneliness and ignorance, you've struggled against the unfair expectations placed upon you. Despite your efforts to resist, you were met with scolding and mistreatment, leaving you isolated and unheard.

One day, as your entitled brother demanded your servitude, you felt a surge of resentment at his audacity. Reluctantly complying with his demands, you couldn't shake the bitterness that had taken root within you.

Confronting him about his reckless behavior with the family's money, you were met with denial and deflection. Your parents, quick to defend your brother, silenced your attempts to speak up, leaving you feeling betrayed and abandoned.

As you were confined to the cabin, awaiting the inevitable sacrifice on your eighteenth birthday, the weight of injustice and abandonment pressed heavily upon you. The darkness surrounding you mirrored the bitterness that had seeped into your soul, a stark contrast to the prosperity that had come at such a high price.

As the days turned into weeks, and weeks into months, laughter still echoed through the halls of your home. They looked forward to the moment you die as it meant they could live a new, prosperous life.

Their words only served to fuel the fire of resentment burning within you but you could do nothing.

You often wondered what your fate would be, knowing that the day of sacrifice loomed closer with each passing sunrise. The thought of being offered up to appease the deity, to maintain the facade of prosperity, filled you with a mix of fear and defiance.

—--

Night fell, casting a cloak of shadows over the altar as the ritual neared its zenith.

"Let us offer our gratitude to the Y/L/N family for their generous contribution!" The priest's voice boomed, the family members standing by, basking in the adulation of others, oblivious to their true nature.

Their affections lay with money and their son, not with you.

"Their daughter shall shape our destiny!" The air was heavy with incense and the eerie chants of the priests, their ominous words sending shivers down your spine.

You knelt at the heart of the altar, adorned in lavish garments but devoid of any semblance of joy. Seeing them pretending vaguely, a surge of resentment welled up in your heart. The unvented anger transformed into tears, cascading down your cheeks and saturating the eye mask, yet no one took notice. Memories of the past raced through your mind as the priest drew near; jealousy, anger, sadness, all negative emotions flooding your thoughts.

You felt yourself unraveling, the echoing laughter pushing you towards the brink of collapse. Desperate to block out the sound, you reached for your ears, only to find yourself restrained; yearning to break free, yet bound by invisible chains.

The priest's approach felt ominous, a foreboding presence signaling impending doom. You shook your head in denial, attempting to resist his advance, but the relentless footsteps shattered your resolve. You didn't want to die, there were still so many unfinished tasks; you didn't want them to prosper, to lead a life of luxury… What you craved was vengeance.

“Offer yourself to our God!”

“No! I refuse to meet my end like this!”

“There is no escape, child! Your destiny is to be a sacrifice! It is your duty!”

“NO! Even in death, I will not let you win! I will not make it easy for you!”

“What nonsense is this?!” “Just end her life!!”

With a swift motion, he thrust a sword towards your heart, invoking the deity's power.

But instead of searing pain and spilled blood, darkness enveloped you, wrapping you in an eerie silence.

Panting heavily, you realized you were not hurt. Unable to see anything as you were blindfolded, you could only follow the sound.

"Let me see this year's sacrifice," a voice echoed through the church, accompanied by the slow approach of footsteps, causing your heartbeat to speed up because of nervousness.

As the figure drew closer, Seonghwa knelt before you, lifting your chin to gaze upon your graceful form draped in black sheer fabric.

"It seems good, huh? But your resentment is the strongest among all the sacrifices I've seen," he murmured, his thumb tracing your lower lip and cheek, sending a shiver down your spine. Nervously, you swallowed saliva and made a barely audible sound.

“Don’t want to be mine? That’s nice, you know?” His gaze shifted from your trembling throat to your chest, where the metal bra accentuated your ample bosom. The sheer fabric did little to quell his burning desire. He leaned in and planted a kiss on your chest. This sudden act made you recoil slightly, unable to find a word.

“You hate me, huh?” Again, you swallowed nervously but did not dare to answer. Hate him? Maybe? Were it not for his presence, you would not have been chosen as a sacrifice. But, it was your so-called family members who did evil things. This was a simple question but you didn’t know how to answer it.

"Speak, girl. I hate it when others don’t answer my questions," he demanded in displeasure. Although you couldn’t see his face, you could still feel his anger.

"I… I apologize," you stuttered, fear gripping you and preventing you from relaxing. Seonghwa smirked, relishing in the feeling of others obeying his commands.

“So, what’s your answer?”

“I…hate…I hate them all.” He raised his eyebrows and said provocatively, “So, it's because of me that you hate them. Am I right, girl?”

“I…” You found yourself momentarily struck silent by fear. But upon reflection, you realized there was nothing left to fear - you were already deceased, after all.

“Yes.” After a deep breath, you found the courage to speak. “If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have been chosen as a sacrifice, and I wouldn't be… disliked.” Your unexpected response caught him off guard, as he had never encountered someone who didn't desire his attention.

Determined to sway your opinion, he sought to engage you further.

“What is your name, my dear?” His tone softened, coaxing you to reveal yourself. Surprisingly, he did not react with anger.

“Y…Y/N…”

"Y/N, a beautiful name," His voice, deep and alluring, stirred something within you.

"Relax, Y/N. Why the tension? Tonight, we shall indulge in my desires. But fret not, for it promises to be an enjoyable experience.”

His touch traced a path from your face, down your neck, shoulders, and arms. The cool sensation sent shivers down your spine, igniting a tingling warmth that spread through your body, eliciting a soft, hesitant sigh from you.

“And I’ll change your mind."

His gaze fell upon the handcuffs on your wrists, your delicate wrists trembling slightly, arousing his perverse desire for dominance. He whispered in your ear, his voice extremely seductive, licking and gently biting your earlobe, teasingly grazing your ear.

"Umm…" A shiver ran down your spine as an electric current coursed through your ear, and your body temperature raised, causing your cheeks to redden.

"You're really sensitive, aren't you?" He licked the back of your ear, the sound of his tongue against your skin stimulating your nerves, making you tremble; his lips gradually moved downwards, pecking at your collarbone, sucking on your fine skin, leaving faint red marks.

“Did you touch yourself before?”

“What is touch…?” Smiling, he held your hand while trailing down to your lower core, and slowly got closer to your clit.

“It feels good.” He guided your hand, his slender fingers stroking your clit with a gentle touch, slowly sunk down to your lower core. As both of your fingers entered your cunt, a tingling sensation spread through your body, eliciting soft moans of pleasure. Seonghwa's satisfied smile encouraged you to explore further.

"Come, fuck with me," he whispered. You felt a mix of excitement and curiosity as you pleasured yourself under his guidance. The sensation of his touch, combined with your own exploration, sent waves of pleasure through you.

His hands enveloped your back, the warmth of his touch seeping through the fabric, soothing your nerves. Your breath quickened, heart racing as he increased the intensity of his movements, his lips trailing kisses along your neck, drawing out soft whimpers of delight.

His velvety lips teased and tantalized your skin, his breath hot against your ear, igniting a fire within you. Your body instinctively responded, allowing him closer as his hands held you close, pulling you into his embrace.

A soft moan escaped your lips, spurring him on, his desire growing with each sound you made. Your body responded eagerly, the climax building within you, your walls tightening around your fingers, urging them deeper. It was so weird but exciting. You could tell there was something inside your body, as you touched it, a numb feeling surged throughout your body.

"You're doing so well, my dear," he praised, a blush rising to your cheeks at his words. “I’m gonna…oh gosh!” You shut your eyes tightly as the climax was about to take over you. “Cum, girl.”With a final, shy moan, you reached your peak, the pleasure overwhelming you.

"Such a good girl," he murmured, pressing a kiss to your cheek before withdrawing. A pang of emptiness lingered, but his question brought a spark of anticipation to your eyes.

"More?" he asked, lifting your chin and drawing you closer. With a nod and a shy smile, you whispered, "Yes, I want more."

"Good. All I can think about is how good you're going to taste." Before the words even finished, he pounced on you, the cold touch of the ground sending shivers down your spine. He reached for the buttons on the back of your neck, undressing you from the waist up, leaving your chest fully exposed.

He buried his head between your breasts, continuously sucking and licking. You keenly felt his tongue swirling around your nipple, causing a tingling sensation. The wet and warm feeling enveloped your left breast, while his hand gently squeezed and massaged your right breast, occasionally flicking the nipple with his thumb.

"Ah…" The stimulation on your body made you shyly moan, igniting his desire even more. He lifted his head and kissed your collarbone, sucking hard enough to leave marks on the skin that were no longer pale red but slightly darkened purple.

He admired his love bites while appreciating your beauty. "You're so fucking gorgeous." He growled like a wild animal against your chest, now it's time to unleash the beast inside him.

"Put your hands on your head. You can't put them down without my permission, understand?" You obeyed his command and raised your hands.

He removed all his clothing, kneeling completely naked in front of you, and pressed against your outer lips, occasionally grazing your hole. His erect member has been uncomfortably constrained by his tight pants for far too long.

“It may hurt a little bit. But it's gonna be fun, don’t worry.” He entered your cunt in one go, making you throw your head against the ground. His huge cock was much different from his fingers and tongue─that’s harder, longer, and thicker.

The intense pain was almost unbearable, as if your lower core was being torn apart. Blood flowed, wetting his thick cock and even dripping onto the floor. Your body burned like a flame, sweating all over your body.

"You're bleeding, babe. Does it hurt?" His voice was soft as silk, gently tugging at your heartstrings in a way no one ever had before.

"Yes… it hurts," you managed to reply through the discomfort. "Don't cry, just try to relax." He leaned in to place a tender kiss on your forehead, his simple gesture of concern bringing tears to your eyes. Despite the pain in your lower body, it felt like nothing compared to the past beatings you had endured.

He kissed you gently, offering comfort without any aggression. There were no bites, no invasion of tongues, just sweet and tender kisses. Your lips met softly, filled with warmth and affection. The pain slowly faded, replaced by a growing desire. You wanted him to move, to pleasure you with his gentleness.

"Please, my god," you whispered between kisses, causing him to pause. "I think I'm okay now."

"Tell me what you want, darling. Just say it," he encouraged.

"I want you to move, please," you requested, feeling a blush rise to your cheeks.

"Don't hate me now?" He chuckled at your reaction, finding you utterly adorable.

"Kidding," Before his lips met yours again and he began to thrust rhythmically. The pace was perfect, neither too rough nor too gentle.

"Ah, my god!" Every thrust hit the right spot inside you, eliciting a cascade of sensations. Your body responded by producing more moisture, adjusting to the feeling of his cock sliding in and out.

The warmth and wetness enveloped his cock, driving him to the edge of sanity. Combined with the sucking sensation, it was impossible for him to hold back.

"You're so tight, I can't handle fucking it." He wanted to fuck you as hard as possible, but not now. He needed you adjust first. He could see your past─what you have endured, how your so-called family treated you. Horrible memories invaded his mind, and although he wasn't frightened by them, he felt pity for you.

“oh my pretty.” He moved faster but not rough at all. His wet chest pressed against yours, letting you feel his strong muscles and physique. Oh shit, you loved this feeling so much, you felt so tiny under his frame. The pain you felt before has already disappeared far away and replaced by endless pleasure and lust.

Settling your legs around his waist, he entered deeper and you bent even more. He first pulled out a bit, and then pushed in fully, repeated over and over again. Every time he thrust deep, he couldn’t help but whimper as he saw how your chest shook from his movement.

“Moan for me, my doll.” You obeyed his words and moaned loudly, accompanied by the sound of skin slapping, forming a beautiful melody in Seonghwa 's ears. He pulled you up, making you sit on his thighs. Wrapping his arms around your waist, he thrust upward that made you throw your head.

Following his movement, you bounced in a slow pace. He trailed down to cup your ass cheeks to pull you closer. Your lips met again as he leaned down to kiss you. This kiss was like the breeze blowing through the petals, full of tenderness, giving you a numbness.

Seonghwa placed you back to the ground gently before turning you over. "Want me to be rough?" "Be rough with me, my god." In the momentary withdrawal, he turned you over directly, and once again entered from behind. His hands pressed against your waist, controlling the movement of your body back and forth, causing your breasts to violently shake.

“Ahh, please, keep going.” “Of course, my little whore.” He cupped your breast while squeezing your nipples and showered your nape with kisses. The scent of you fills his nostrils, very tempting.

He gradually lost control and snapped into your ass with only raw emotion. Sat up straight again to push himself even closer to your limit. He could feel his cock twitch every time he went deep and you moaned loudly. He was going to cum but he wanted you cum first. He needed it, needed to feel your warmth once again wrapped up his cock.

“Baby, I want you cum, cum for my cock. I need you.” His words and thrusting made you dizzy. Everything was overwhelming. You totally lost in the pleasure as he kept sinking down to hit your g spot.

“Hmmmm…Ahhh…please.” There was one more step to reach your climax. Seonghwa knew it as he slid down his hand to your clit. He continued to thrust while stroking, pushing you to climax.

The stimulation all over your body was like an electric current, which not only sent shivers down your spine, but also made the flame of desire in your body bursted out.

You found that the more you press down on your waist, the deeper his cock could go. Desire had already replaced your thinking. You lowered your body as much as possible and spread your legs so that you could reach climax as his arching member deep inside you.

“Your pussy feels amazing, you do that so well. Cum for me, babe.” ”Ah~my god~” You squirted with a high-pitched groan and Seonghwa came after a few thrusts. Your legs were shaking like a leaf and knees went weak. You fell to the ground, out of breath, your body having been drained of all your strength by lust.

“Are you okay, babe?” Seonghwa gently turned you over and took off your blindfold. The sudden light hitting your eyes made you very uncomfortable, but you quickly adapted. A handsome face came into view, and you could finally see Seonghwa 's appearance.

“I’m fine, my god.” He brushed your hair, gave you a loving smile and slowly picked you up before withdrawing from you. His hand trailed down to caress your lower core, full of his seeds. “Not hurt at all, hm?” You shook your head and replied to him with a smile. He chuckled at your smile, pulling you closer to rest on his shoulder.

“You’re mine now. No one will hurt you.” Seonghwa patted your head and pecked on it, making your tears welled up your eyes. Oh, maybe he was truly a god that loved his people…no, or I should say, his sacrifice. Who tells him love having sex so much?

But there was one thing he couldn't lie about. He was a little heartbroken when he found out about your past. At the very beginning, he thought that was only an illusion but his feelings toward you gradually changed. You seemed to be different from those girls he met.

-----

“Darling?" He called you darling every time because he found you liked this name.

“Yes, hwa?" You turned around to give him a peck.

“I killed all the people you hated. Did I do well?” He wrapped his arms around your waist while inhaling your scent. Your eyes widened a bit as you never expected that he would slaughter the whole village.

"You killed them...?"

"Yes, darling. I can do anything you want because I am your God."

[icarus-and-zenith]

No... something more embarrassing that I do not wish to discuss...

He gets on the medibay slab.

Holding his own severed arm. I... require assistance.

- Zenith, TFP OC from @icarus-and-zenith

And how did this happen? Pulled a Screamer and got it shot off?

~☆he smirked and approached, looking the bot up and down before motioning to the medibay slab☆~

Sit.

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Colored versions of Icarus and Zenith. Not sure about Icarus's colors may change them later but Zenith is perfect

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🗺 Mercury and Uranus lines can show where your online/internet friends live

🗺 Often you’ll grow up near your Moon lines (not always but I’ve noticed this a lot in my readings)

🗺 Living near a Moon IC line can be positive but I wouldn’t recommend moving to one if it happens to be paired with a Pluto/Saturn line because this can cause challenges with your emotions such as depression

🗺 Your Chiron lines can show locations in past lives where karmic wounds were created and where you can go to heal karmic wounds

🗺 Having Venus lines in the middle of the ocean can indicate meeting lovers on cruises or flights

🗺 Living under a Pluto line will change you into a whole different person and change your life. When you leave you will not be the same as when you got there (I personally don’t recommend living under these lines long term however, these can be positive and important transformations if you stay here short term - maybe a couple years max)

🗺 Mars lines can sometimes show locations where we are prone to danger/injuries or just may feel really unsafe at

🗺 The circles on your astrocartography lines (also called zeniths) show where the energy of the line is most heavily felt. Except for the circle with the + in the middle, that’s a part of fortune symbol

🗺 Your South Node lines can show where you lived in a past live - note: these can only be seen on AstroGold which I’m pretty sure is only on the MacBook

🗺 Often people who are MEGA famous (not just regular famous) and are known worldwide will have a Pluto line running through the middle of the US; examples ↴

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Part 2

Her plans for the West are clear: to conquer and reshape the world into a place ruled by the Zeniths, where the human tribes are subjugated or eradicated entirely. But Alpha doesn't see herself as just a servant of the Zeniths—she sees herself as their true heir. She wants to be the one who rules, the one who controls the fate of humankind.

In her eyes, Aloy is the last remaining obstacle to her achieving this goal. And so, she sends her newly transformed allies to kill Aloy—no mercy, no second chances.

Alpha’s Psychological Warfare

The real danger with Alpha lies not just in her enhanced strength or intelligence, but in her ability to break people down emotionally and mentally. She would never just kill Aloy. Instead, she wants to torment her. She enjoys watching others suffer, especially when their suffering involves the betrayal of those they hold dear.

Erend might have been a pillar of loyalty and friendship, but Alpha sees his bond with Aloy as a weakness to exploit. She knows how to manipulate his grief, playing on his sense of duty and guilt over the loss of his sister. Alpha could twist his emotions, making him doubt his own memories and ultimately turning him into a weapon against Aloy.

Kotallo, the noble warrior, could be pushed to the edge by Alpha’s psychological tactics. His honor is everything to him, so Alpha could use his sense of honor and duty to manipulate him into believing that Aloy is the true enemy of the West. She might even promise him an eternal place of honor within the Zeniths' new world order, using his dreams of a better future to turn him into an agent of destruction.

Zo is a natural tactician, and Alpha could exploit her strategic mind, turning her into a manipulative agent of war. With her intellect and tactical knowledge, Zo would make a fearsome foe who knows exactly how to undermine and defeat Aloy in battle. But with Alpha controlling her, Zo could become a calculating machine who sees no value in the old world, only in creating the perfect one under Zenith rule.

Alva, whose emotional fragility might have made her susceptible to manipulation in the past, could be twisted by Alpha’s promises of a new order—one where the old world’s constraints no longer bind her. Alva’s intellectual brilliance would be harnessed for Alpha’s advantage, allowing her to design weapons and tactics to defeat Aloy’s every move.

Varl, once a mentor figure, is perhaps the most tragic of all. Alpha could exploit Varl’s sense of family and duty to break him down, making him believe that the future Aloy seeks is futile. She could twist his deep connection to the past, using his memories of his family and his painful loss to turn him against her.

Beta: The cruelest irony of all—Beta, who once shared a sisterly bond with Aloy, has been turned against her. In this version of the story, Beta may still harbor some shred of love for Aloy deep inside, but the Zenith transformation has buried it beneath layers of Alpha’s manipulation. Alpha could use Beta as a final instrument of betrayal—having her face Aloy in a direct confrontation, perhaps forcing Beta to kill Aloy, only to leave her with the unbearable knowledge of what she’s become.