#☴It's-Red!☴

[wifeysaremylifey]

((One of my screenshots. There is no reason for this post. I just thought it was cute.))

[jennamoran]

Chuubo’s Icons

A brief bit of history!

Chuubo’s has gone through four versions of its icons.

In my earliest drafts, I used the trigrams:

☰ Blue / Decisive

☵ Orange / Struggle

☱ Green / Lurid

☳ Red / Melodramatic

☶ Gold / Passionate

☲ Purple / Pastoral

☷ Grey / Setting

☴ Black / Mystic

Then, Anthony Damiani created the following set for me:

... which was definitely critical to my being able to fully develop the text, since it helped a lot to have the proper visual markers in the text as I worked.

Claudia Cangini didn’t feel they fit with the look of the book she was building, though, so she built her own variant:

Finally, Matthew Lind created the chuubo_icon font found in the ePub.

[iacon-stargazer]

autobotmedic​:

☴ ✚ ☶

    As he wept, Ratchet continued to hold him, as close and tightly as he dared without potentially harming him. He blanketed him empathy, continued to assure him he would not let go, accepted his pain and longing, and returned it in similar forms. Although he did not speak, one sentiment was clearer than the blend of other emotions: It’s alright to cry. Cry as long as you need. And he could only manage that due to his eons of experience.

    A servo shifted to stroke Orion’s shoulder, before digits traced up to his neck, rubbing cabling with great care. It was a method of comfort he provided when Optimus needed his presence and touch, although it had been more challenging with their size difference than it was now, with Orion. He was able to hold more of him in his arms, and oh, how his dear one seemed to need it.

    “Orion, my Orion…” the medic’s voice was barely a whisper, almost inaudible, from his rising emotions and dismissing his previous disbelief. White and red armor trembled, despite his lack of tears.

    “I’m sorry, I did not find you sooner. I didn’t know… I didn’t know.” He didn’t know his love’s spark had returned, and he certainly didn’t know Orion was suffering, all alone. Although Orion had not recognized him, their sparks clearly carried mutual memories. That was reason enough for him to apologize. If he had had any idea this was possible– “I would have searched the world for you.”

∾.✧.∾

Orion's whimpers quieted as Ratchet stroked him, tension seeping from his trembling frame. The field enveloping him was warmth, safety, love... all things he had never truly experienced, and that he needed so desperately. The whispers, too, soothed him, even as they turned his world upside-down with the revelation that his innermost longings had come true. For so long he’d dreamed there was someone out there who would save him from his loneliness and love him enough to drown out his pain—and here that mech was, if he was not dreaming now.

He prayed that this was not a dream. It felt more real than any he’d had, Ratchet’s field more soothing than an oil bath as it soaked through him and made his spark tremble with need. A mechanism in his chest shifted and clicked and—Ah. Dazed, he managed to abort the subconsciously initiated transformation routine for opening his chest plates. He may be held and loved now but that would certainly be too much...

Again the fear of being abandoned struck him, and he clung tighter, a weak noise escaping his vocalizer and fresh lubricant coating his optics. He would accept what was given; he wouldn’t demand... Not even when Ratchet was the energon to his starvation, the patch for his weeping spark. He could only cling, and hope.

“.͜.̶͝.̤̣͟D̨͇̗̩͘òǹ̴'̤̞͟͜͞t̥̕ ̬͇l̕͏͍̹̜͘e̳̮a̵͕͢ve ̨̛m͟e.̶̶̛̱̖̦.̭.͜͡ ͠p̢͞ḷ̛̤͡é͔͇͢à͕s͜e̪̼͢.̧̯.͏” his voice was static-laced and desperate in its softness as he whispered against Ratchet’s chassis. Despite the field and the arms around him and all the words he’d been comforted with—or perhaps because of them and how they came so close to being everything he could’ve wanted—it seemed at any moment this could all slip away and he’d be left more broken than he was at the start.

[wifeysaremylifey]

((Playing again, and am starting to notice that she's weirdly sensible if the team is doing something- especially when it involves fighting or a time limit.

But leave her alone for a frame and she factory-resets to silly.))

[wifeysaremylifey]

Random Encounter (meant more as one thing to show how I play ‘n all, but can be taken as an Open RP~)

Meandering without a place set or a wifey to follow had proven dangerous. Incidents spiked activity of monsters and thereby it wasn’t particularly threatening to walk around when no threat was boosting it. But some still could surge from the most unlikely places.

Red had just been observing a haul of carps by a waterfall. She was reminded of the stories where, if one could so much as jump over a waterfall, they’d evolve into a higher being. Or something like that. She was muddy on the details. And thus having remembered it and with enough time on her hands, what else would she do but rocket one of those carps into the sky and beyond with a blast of her trusty dragon?

Well, turns out it wasn’t a fairy tale.

A slithering, elongated enemy dragon dove from the heavens after having come to its hidden power. Be it to have revenge from being hit around like a fish, be it because enemy A.I. dictated as such, a battle was brewing.

“Y-Yikes! Wait, I wasn’t ready yet! Cheater! I was just givin’ you a hand!”

The dragon dove further, and crashed into the ground Red’s been standing seconds ago. She had hauled out at full throttle, and took her trusty toy set into one hand for good measure. The enemy had been stunned for not very long- it soon chased after the red blur.

At these times, she missed having the party of wifeys she traveled with-

Wait, who was she kidding, she missed that ALL the time.

Would she have to take him by her lonesome? Or was some wifey going to show up, either to join forces or give her the right amount of determination to stand and fight? Will we ever know? And will she stop daydreaming about her darlings even as she’s chased by an enemy? ... Probably not.

[wifeysaremylifey]

“I do hereby solemnly swear to protect my wifey with my lifey!”

RP blog for RED from the Hyperdimension Neptunia series.

- Multi-fandom/Crossover-oriented, but keeping personality closest to canon as possible

- 15+ years of roleplaying experience

- Multiship but mostly single-verse

- Not particularly selective, but don’t expect anyone else to be- will follow your own set rules for interacting

- Mun is around 30+ years

>>> Old guard blog retrying, so might be kind of old-fashioned~ <<<

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[autobotmedic]

atlas-ordained​:

∾.❖.∾

Optimus acknowledges Ratchet’s agreement with a ripple of his field, glad that his comfort extends far enough to allow this without embarrassment. Ratchet does not deserve hardship, even in the small form of an unnecessarily long walk.

With slow movements he lowers himself to a crouch, mindful of the distance between them, and then, with exceeding care, wraps his hands around Ratchet’s tiny frame and draws him close against his chassis. Only after ensuring he is cradled securely does he straighten his legs and push himself back to a standing position, setting off at a gentle pace through the halls.

Once he’s reached his berth, rather than placing Ratchet down, he sits and lies back slowly, letting his smaller than-usual friend rest upon his chassis. They often recharged like this, with Ratchet on top of him, so even if he returned to his normal size during the night they should not find any discomfort.

After they’re settled, his field ripples with soft questioning. Comfortable?

☴ ✚ ☶

    Optimus’ incredibly gentle servos allow Ratchet to remain relaxed, accepting his present size rather than feeling worry about being harassed and/or harmed because of it. He could only feel secure as he is held so carefully, by someone he trusts so greatly. 

    After Optimus straightened and began walking, the minicon’s small field expresses gratitude, appreciating the fact that he does not have to walk another step today. He truly would attempt to return the favor, or at least the action itself, when he is his normal size again.

    Blinking once Optimus has lain down, he adjusts until he finds a position in which he can fit against the red and silver plating under his friend’s windshield. Had he been his usual size, this would not have been necessary, because he had already learned how to rest contently with him. Still, in spite of the delay, Ratchet manages, and tension subsides from his small form almost instantly.

    He gives positive affirmation in response to Optimus’ field, before slipping into recharge within moments. The weariness of recent events in combination with feeling genuinely safe are just too encouraging to resist. He needed this.

[autobotmedic]

iacon-stargazer​:

∾.✧.∾

Orion collapsed into the servos that caught him, limp and trembling as they both lowered towards the ground. A part of his processor tried to keep him tied back to reality, reminding him that this wasn’t one of his dreams or fantasies and he needed to get a hold of himself. This all-consuming longing wasn’t something he could just share with strangers! It was his own problem, not something anyone else deserved to bear the burden of. He… he had to restrain it…

The medic’s field felt so, so, so good. He tried… he tried to wrestle the desperation under control, but his spark only surged again, clinging still harder for how he tried to tear it back from the object of its desire. He… he… needed this mech…

A static-laced sob escaped his vocalizer. The idea of Ratchet’s field leaving him again paralyzed him with fear, and he found even his servos clinging to the plating of his chassis as those strong arms pulled him close.

… Pulled him close.

The realization of how he was being held was slow to dawn through the blind flood of his own emotions, but as the surface levels of panic began to ease he found not only that was he being intimately cradled, but that Ratchet’s field was reaching back. Ratchet wanted him here. He was not uncomfortable or disgusted, and Orion was not unanimously forcing his neediness onto him. It was… mutual. Somehow. In this very moment, outside of his imagination, someone real wanted him back.

A tremor ran through him, and optical lubricant began to overflow as his restraints fell and he melted into open weeping.

☴ ✚ ☶

    As he wept, Ratchet continued to hold him, as close and tightly as he dared without potentially harming him. He blanketed him empathy, continued to assure him he would not let go, accepted his pain and longing, and returned it in similar forms. Although he did not speak, one sentiment was clearer than the blend of other emotions: It’s alright to cry. Cry as long as you need. And he could only manage that due to his eons of experience.

    A servo shifted to stroke Orion’s shoulder, before digits traced up to his neck, rubbing cabling with great care. It was a method of comfort he provided when Optimus needed his presence and touch, although it had been more challenging with their size difference than it was now, with Orion. He was able to hold more of him in his arms, and oh, how his dear one seemed to need it.

    “Orion, my Orion...” the medic’s voice was barely a whisper, almost inaudible, from his rising emotions and dismissing his previous disbelief. White and red armor trembled, despite his lack of tears.

    “I’m sorry, I did not find you sooner. I didn’t know... I didn’t know.” He didn’t know his love’s spark had returned, and he certainly didn’t know Orion was suffering, all alone. Although Orion had not recognized him, their sparks clearly carried mutual memories. That was reason enough for him to apologize. If he had had any idea this was possible-- “I would have searched the world for you.”