𝔹𝕚𝕠 | ℝ𝕖𝕘𝕦𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤
Megaman Legends roleplay blog for Rock Volnutt/Megaman Trigger. Highly selective (private leaning). Low activity. Action & crossover friendly.
styofa doing anything

Love Begins
noise dept.
NASA
KIROKAZE
Misplaced Lens Cap
No title available

No title available
Mike Driver
art blog(derogatory)

Janaina Medeiros
will byers stan first human second
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
Xuebing Du
TVSTRANGERTHINGS

@theartofmadeline
tumblr dot com

Origami Around
todays bird
h

seen from Germany

seen from Malaysia
seen from United States

seen from Türkiye
seen from Germany

seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Malaysia
seen from United States
seen from Malaysia

seen from Türkiye

seen from Türkiye

seen from Türkiye
seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from Argentina
seen from Indonesia
@densetsu-rokku
𝔹𝕚𝕠 | ℝ𝕖𝕘𝕦𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤
Megaman Legends roleplay blog for Rock Volnutt/Megaman Trigger. Highly selective (private leaning). Low activity. Action & crossover friendly.
Con from ask.
As Axl spoke, the sincerity of his words and the warmth of his tone reached into Rock's heart, gradually coaxing his once hesitant gaze back to meet Axl's. Rock's emerald green eyes sparkled with a flicker of hope, a fragile glimmer that this individual standing before him might truly offer the help he desperately needed. However, as Axl continued to elaborate on the dire situation they found themselves in, Rock felt the weight of the world pressing heavily on his shoulders. A deep, weary sigh escaped his lips, and he shut his eyes, allowing himself a moment of silence to fully absorb the gravity of his choices.
In his mind's eye, memories of Gramps surfaced, bringing with them a bittersweet pang of nostalgia. He could almost hear the old man's steady and reassuring voice echoing through the years: "Well, Rock, honesty is the best policy." Those words had guided him through countless challenges, yet now they felt like an anchor pulling him deeper into uncertainty. As he mulled over the gravity of his predicament, another familiar figure emerged in his thoughts, causing a frown to crease his brow. His best friend floated into his mind, her unwavering support one of the few constants in his chaotic life. He recalled the day she stood resolutely by his side after he had narrowly escaped death in a fierce battle against Geetz, an ancient guardian of Elysium. Her voice, filled with encouragement, echoed in his thoughts, pulling him from despair. Even after uncovering the mysteries surrounding his origin, the memory of her unwavering belief in him filled him with a mix of gratitude and concern. Would he let her down by making the wrong choice now?
'Rock, I don't know what your life was like before we met, but…Do what you think is right, no matter what!'
He discovered his answer, a slow, relaxed smile spreading across his face as he murmured, "Right."
He slowly opened his eyes again, a wave of fear and hesitance dissipating like morning mist in the sunlight. This time, he took a moment to gather himself, shifting in the uncomfortable chair that shifted beneath his weight. He straightened his back, feeling the tension release from his shoulders, and steadied his breath. With newfound resolve, he locked his gaze onto Axl’s, their eyes meeting in an electric moment of clarity and determination.
"It's ok, you don't have to apologize. I wouldn't be in your system because I don't even exist yet... This is gonna sound weird, but please bear with me. My name is Rock Volnutt, and I'm my family's Digger. Diggers go underground in ancient ruins to find energy sources."
"My friends and I have been dealing with a dangerous problem where I'm from. I was dealing with a Purifier Unit that specialized in-"
Before Rock could finish, Alia's urgent voice cut in during the integration process through Axl's helmet.
'Axl! We have a transmission with an unidentified Reploid asking for your presence and the person in custody. Get here asap!'
@densetsu-rokku : “Y-you really don’t have to…” Rock stammered, his voice barely above a whisper as he shyly protested.
Alia, however, paid no heed to his words. Once she began her task, her focus was unwavering. Rock glanced down, a hint of guilt creeping into his heart. Despite the warmth in his chest for her kindness, he couldn’t shake the feeling that he might be a burden.
Watching her gentle hands deftly adjust the scarf around his neck, he felt a rush of gratitude over him. Alia’s presence was a comforting balm, her care perhaps programmed into her essence, yet it felt undeniably heartfelt. Without his armor, he blended seamlessly with the humans surrounding them, but here, in this moment, Alia’s attention made him feel unique and cherished.
Rock's cheeks flushed a deeper hue as she worked, and he felt embarrassed at the moment's intimacy. He fidgeted slightly, lost for words but managing a quiet mumble, "Thank you." His shy gratitude felt insufficient compared to the warmth of her attentiveness as she finished fixing the scarf, ensuring he felt both comfortable and cared for.
Unprompted || Always Accepting
(∮) - ❝ Nonsense. You look like you're freezing! ❞
Cutting him off from further protest, Alia quickly unwrapped her scarf from around her neck and happily threw it around Rock. It was largely for fashion purposes anyway; reploids were built to withstand extreme weather easily.
Perhaps it was within her programming to fuss over him this way—reploids are meant to prioritize humans after all and his appearance confused even her own discerning sensors at times—or perhaps the mom friend jokes were more accurate than she'd like. Either way she was not going to stand for his poor weather preparedness.
The navigator fussed with the positioning for a while, wanting it to be just so. Meanwhile, his embarrassment did not seem to register at all. Given her tendency to sweat the details like this she was likely used to the reaction.
(∮) - ❝ There. That wasn't that bad now, was it? ❞ The warmth in her smile could melt the ice around them, ❝ No worries, you can always count on me. Got it? ❞
Tron sticks her leg out, tripping the mega-dweeb with her foot.
"Seventy-six, seventy-seven, seventy-eight…"
As he whispered these numbers to himself, Rock carefully took each backward step, his concentration unwavering. Every detail of his surroundings faded into the background as he focused solely on his task. Unbeknownst to him, Tron, a member of the Bonne Family, was prowling nearby, watching his every move with keen interest.
The Blue Boy was deeply engrossed in helping Roll with her latest invention—a device that had the potential to revolutionize their work on the island. He had ventured out onto the island's serene, grassy plains, determined to measure the maximum distance he could travel from the Flutter without losing reception. This was not just a critical experiment but a pivotal moment in their quest for innovation, as they were eager to test the limits of the new technology they had discovered during their recent Dig-out.
"Seventy- whoa!"
Before he knew it, he felt the ground slip away beneath him, and suddenly he was tumbling backward. Panic surged through him as his arms flailed wildly, trying to find something—anything—to grab onto. Just as instinct kicked in, he reached out and inadvertently caught Tron, who was right beside him. The moment the contact was made, it became painfully clear that his reflexes had chosen poorly; he pulled her down.
They landed with a thud, and Rock found himself sprawled on the ground, his body pinned beneath her. Their faces were mere inches apart, their noses almost touching, and he blinked owlishly, attempting to process the situation's absurdity. His heart raced as he became acutely aware of how close they were, a deep crimson blush creeping across his cheeks.
"O-oh… Hey, are you ok?"
He stammered, his voice barely rising above a whisper.
Despite the embarrassing circumstances and the fact that Tron had caused his spill, Rock's natural empathy took over. His concern for her well-being eclipsed any awkwardness he might have felt. He searched her eyes for signs of discomfort, the warmth of his blush now contrasting with the cool ground beneath them.
"It's no trouble at all, my little friend. Repairing your armor greatly pleasures me; you need not worry about Sera's scolding. I'm sure I, too, will get one from her."
The Master's tone was tender, loving, and delicate. He was an ethereal being whose beauty radiated from his essence and exterior—the last remnant of humanity. The atmosphere was infused with reverence, and the vibrant life around him thrived in the glow of his presence. In the serene realm of Elysium, the Master found himself in the company of a particular Purifier Unit he had kept a close eye on, a unique creation of his.
"My little friend, did you know I had your armor painted with my favorite color? Blue has always given me peace; I wonder if the Betas share the same feeling whenever they look at the skies."
A profound sadness, a subtle yearning that seemed almost tangible, lingered in the Master's eyes as he let out a deep sigh. He meticulously repaired his companion, his hands moving with practiced precision, yet his heart felt heavy with unspoken emotions. The moment hung in the air, thick with the weight of memories and unfulfilled desires, but he soon smiled at his friend.
"Ancient texts have revealed that whenever chaos ensued, a warrior clad in blue fought for ever-lasting peace. So take care of this armor, my friend; you are that warrior's legacy."
════════════════════════════════════════════
Legacy..... Legacy...... Legacy.
Perhaps this was merely a misunderstanding, a fleeting moment that cast a shadow over what could have been a more favorable introduction. However, the scene before the amnesic purifier unit did not indicate the circumstances leading up to it. Rock stood poised, his buster gun expertly positioned and primed to unleash a powerful shot. Just moments before, he had been entrenched in rigorous training within the expansive battle rooms of Esylium, designed to hone his skills in preparation for a critical mission to save Terra from impending disaster, the reawakening of the Master System. In those high-tech chambers, holographic opponents emerged with such lifelike detail that they seemed almost tangible.
At the same time, the ever-evolving environment around him shifted from barren wastelands to lush, threatening jungles, testing his abilities with every simulation, and Reaverbot suited for each environment.
But before Rock could fully grasp the situation, a blinding flash of light erupted before him, ripping through the fabric of space itself. The intense brilliance enveloped him completely, and in the blink of an eye, he was thrown into a void of utter darkness. When he finally opened his eyes, he was no longer in the familiar confines of Esylium. Instead, he was surrounded by a throng of people, their faces a mixture of awe and astonishment.
Some stood speechless, their breaths caught in their throats. In contrast, others whispered excitedly among themselves, murmurings of "It worked!" punctuating the air as they referenced the device that had once whirled ominously behind him, now dormant and quiet, the swirling vortex that had transported him coming to an abrupt halt.
Rock's emerald-green eyes darted around the room, taking in the peculiar sight before him. His brows knitted together in perplexity as he tried to comprehend his surroundings. Where exactly was he? These people—clad in attire that struck him as utterly bizarre—were unlike any he had encountered back home or even in the tales of ancient civilization. The laboratory's sterile atmosphere, filled with blinking lights and humming machines, had an uncanny familiarity that resonated with his experiences in Eyslium, yet it felt foreign at the same time. Questions swirled relentlessly in his mind, and he could feel the metallic thrum of his hybrid heart—part organic, part cybernetic—pulsing wildly in his chest as panic mixed with curiosity.
"H-how..? Where am I? Who are you people?"
RULES: bold what applies - italicize sometimes.
SUN • egotistical • melted wax wings and fingers • stretching sunburnt skin • the most generous soul • blood in the fruit • halos • anger on fire • high vitality • thunderous laughter • is pride really a sin? • halogenic aura
MERCURY • expansion of the mind • silver-tongued • an everlasting wanderer • polyglot • high dexterity • handwritten letters • innately critical • en vogue • eyes in the trees • hidden libraries • there’s always room for improvement
VENUS • in love with strangers • iridescent waters • love potions for your mirror • selfless devotion • shattering crystal • seafoam upon sand • the golden ratio • drowning in your own passion • material value & high principles • luring • plush lips
EARTH • fresh springs • tree hugger • we can start again tomorrow • a blazing rainforest • respects survival of the fittest • nature’s adversity • lazy bones • constantly evolving • flowers sprouting from wounds • a granite altar • fossilized remains
MOON • illusory • silver shimmer off the ocean • secrets and gossip • cycles of reincarnation • a crybaby • physically ethereal • shared glances with a stranger • cat eyes • mistrusting their intuition • fear is a prison • ornate magic wands
MARS • healthy competition • attraction and repulsion • magma and rubies • a blade being forged • wrath wrath wrath • malefic • intense eye contact • cannon fodder & fireworks • blood floods • copper taste on your tongue
JUPITER • red robes and a suit of armor • beacon of stability • leader by birth • thunderbolts and lightning • guilty but can’t stop • secret rich kid • golden touch golden tears • innate optimist • failure isn’t an option • constantly reaching for more • unfinished symphonies
SATURN • traditional • overbearing energy • a sculptor of reality • this existence is a karmic one • has a heart it’s just… way down deep • law, order & justice • avoid all necessary risk • the sound of shackles clanging • sisyphus’ struggle • grappling with the reality of time • self-governing
URANUS • psychedelic funk music • overflowing cups • a rebellion with skin • looking good in photo id • oblivious but caring • middle fingers in the air • double rainbows • icy diamond exterior • holographic • afraid of their own mediocrity • pearlescent smoke
NEPTUNE • an elegy for the lost • dissolving boundaries • white horses • the burden of mystical conditions • deceptive • escapism is their reality • a polarizing entity • artists soul • paranoia • searching for the unseen • a siren’s swan song
PLUTO • angel statues over graves • power • the cycle of necrosis • transformative • unfathomable depths • an ivory tower toppling over • screaming at the sky • violets and irises • eclipsed darkness • speaks with their shadow • sex, death, rebirth
Rock's emerald eyes, a product of genetic and cybernetic enhancement, shimmered with a brilliance that could easily mislead one into thinking he was a purebred human. His subtly altered yet remarkably unique features were a testament to the seamless fusion of technology and biology once wielded by the ancients long ago. "Key...blade?" His youthful face exuded a captivating charm as he flashed his boyish grin, slightly smudged from the day's earlier adventures. The sunlight caught in his expressive eyes, accentuating their brightness as they focused unwaveringly on the oddly-shaped blade the taller male in front of him held. Rock couldn't help but feel a surge of respect for the other's formidable strength and fluid skill.
"Thanks for your help earlier. I've never seen the Reaverbots act like that, but ever since those weird black things came, going underground has been more dangerous."
Darkness finds a way to infect worlds to their very roots, even if said roots were made up of wires and bolts and processors. He'd seen it in datascapes, and he'd seen it in dreaming CPUs... it was all the same. So long as a world had a heart, anything that lived within it would attract the hungry eyes of the heartless.
He straightens after the first round of bot bashing, one that (unfortunately) drew some attention. It's just one guy, though, so Riku thinks himself crafty to make quick work of this interaction and get to going. ❝ It's a keyblade, ❞ he says it like it's nothing, rushed in the midst of the fight. And it isn't until after it's all said and done the person he'd been fighting alongside made a genuine attempt at an approach.
His lips straighten, Braveheart hanging at his side, and he awkwardly gets out a ❝ Uh. Sure. ❞ In some ways they remind him of an old friend, with that friendly and curious cadence-- one that he is having sincere doubts would be found here, seeing as how they appeared to have never seen someone with a Keyblade before.
Wherever here was... which reminds him, maybe he shouldn't turn and walk away, not yet.
❝ Underground? ❞ He sends a cursory look about. ❝ Can you tell me where you first started seeing them? The black things-- I mean, the Heartless. ❞
HOW DOES YOUR MUSE HANDLE EMOTIONS?
Bold what usually or often applies. Italicise what sometimes applies.
ANGER
jaw clenching, hands balling into fists, teeth grinding, yelling, going nonverbal, stuttering speech, rushed speech, slow concise speech, rambling, quiet, arms crossing, shaking head, tearing up, animated, expressionless, projects, internalizes, vents, withdraws, passive aggressive, direct, physical outbursts, verbal outbursts.
JOY
easy smiles, fighting back grins, suppressed laughter, loud laughter, giggles, chuckling, smirks, whole body laughs, covers mouth when laughing, throws head back when laughing, slaps leg, touches people around them when laughing, looks down when laughing, looks for eye contact when laughing, sparkling eyes, bubbly happiness, quiet subtle happiness, obnoxious happiness, wants to spread joy, quietly savors joy.
SADNESS / CRYING
bottling it up, seeks distractions, wallows, meditates & processes, avoidance, seeks out comfort, withdraws, talks it out, internalizes it, sad smiles, depression naps, uses alcohol, uses drugs, seeks out sources of joy, fidgets with sentimental item, sits in silence, broods, gets moody, wants someone to share the misery, tries to hide negative emotions, nurtures others to make themselves feel better.
EMBARRASSMENT
shame, blushing, looking away, rubbing at back of head, covering face, laughing nervously, laughs it off, overthinks, lets it go, self-deprecating humour, deflects, gets irritated, smiles, withdraws, crossing arms over stomach, crossing arms over chest, hands in pockets, shoulders sinking, shrugs, falling into silence until comfortable again, talking a lot to compensate.
GUILT
avoiding eye contact, shoulders sinking low, head hanging down, crying, chest aches, lashes out, internalizes, apologizes, deflects, communicates, withdraws, grand gestures for forgiveness, accepts fault easily, punishes themselves, martyrdom, victim complex, over-active guilt complex, healthy conscience, internalizes even after forgiveness, seeking redemption, moves on easily, denial, lack of guilt/conscience, sorry they got caught more than caused harm, can’t handle knowing they hurt others.
the art of intimacy
a variety of actions or prompts consisting of nonsexual acts of intimacy and devotion! note: prompts are set as the receiver performing the actions/initiating; send "+ reverse!" to swap roles.
[ TOUCH BASED ]
my muse brushing or playing with your muse's hair. my muse reaching for your muse's hand. my muse resting their head on your muse's shoulder. my muse embracing yours in a hug. my muse moving to sit or stand closer to yours. my muse taking your muse's hands in theirs, blowing air into/onto them to warm them up. my muse pulling your muse into a dance.
[ ACTS OF SERVICE BASED ]
my muse cooking yours a delicious meal/dessert. my muse bringing yours breakfast in bed. my muse washing your muse's hair. my muse bringing yours a drink/snack while they are busy. my muse folding your muse's laundry. my muse holding the door for yours. my muse buckling your muse into a vehicle. my muse running yours a warm/hot bath. my muse planning a date/vacation with your muse.
[ OTHER / MISC. ]
my muse sending yours affectionate messages. my muse writing yours a letter. our muses cooking/baking together. our muses playing a game together. our muses sharing space and doing their own thing. my muse reading to your muse. my muse singing to your muse. our muses taking a walk together. my muse shares a dessert with your muse ( and feeds it to them ) my muse sharing a blanket with your muse. my muse gifting yours with flowers. my muse surprising yours at work.
CATS
Rock has a unique gift that sets him apart from others: He can effortlessly communicate with animals and has a particular fondness for cats. This ability has been a part of his life since childhood. It's one of the many mysteries that define him, a secret he treasures and keeps closely guarded, even from his closest friend, Roll. His connection with animals offers a glimpse into a world few see, painting Rock as both enigmatic and deeply attuned to the natural world around him. During his thrilling escapades on the vibrant Kattelox Island, Rock came across a stray cat—a scrappy little creature with a striking black-and-white coat. Captivated by its playful spirit and independent nature, Rock took the feline in, giving it a warm home aboard the Flutter. As the days turned into weeks, Rock's heart swelled with affection for the mischievous cats he encountered. One by one, he managed to sneak more of them onto the ship, transforming the Flutter into a lively haven for his furry friends. Now, a delightful crew of eight cats makes their home alongside Rock, adding joy and companionship to his adventures as they remain with him.
Yes, he will try to pet every cat he sees.
Namco X Capcom Publisher: Bandai Namco Developer: Monolith Soft Platform: PlayStation 2 Year: 2005
to everyone writing secondary canon characters / characters from media with small or no fandom: i see you, you’re wonderful and i love you.
you’re probably feeling like your blog suffers from middle child syndrome: roleplay edition, and you’re not wrong.
you don’t get the “perks“ of writing a canon muse because virtually no one recognises your muse, no one flocks to you with ship and plot ideas, but neither you get the praise and love for ocs even though you too have to come up with most information and history for your muse because there’s so little of it in its source material.
but! you’re giving a voice and exploring a character that would be ignored otherwise and there’s something very magical about that.
i can assure you someone out there came across the fandom you write for or gave that show/book/movie a try and when the character came on screen they thought of you, they remembered your muse because you breathe life into it no matter how little screentime or lines they had in canon.
don’t give up, you’re doing amazing.
art cred: x