#rox's random thoughts

[roxfox5]

Yo' That's Not My Neighbor and The Stanley Parable community! I had an epiphany!

THESE MOTHERFUCKERS LOOK THE SAME RIGHT?! LIKE THEY LOOK THE SAME AND IT'S JUST A DIFFERENT OUTFIT.

[roxydemi]

You can tell a lot about a person by which heart emoji they use

[hbowarbabes]

𝐁𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐒𝐤𝐢𝐞𝐬

John "Bucky" Egan x Roxanne Vernon (OC)

Summary: A quiet evening at an officers’ club leads Roxanne to believe love is not in the cards for her. Out of boredom, she reluctantly takes her friend’s request to sing with the band, in front of everyone. Her luck might change as another man joins in the singing.

Warning: Some mentions of alcohol, and Bucky’s horrible singing :)

Words: 4.6k

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“Are you seeing this?” The blonde spoke in a strong New York accent, but quietly enough not to disturb the peace of her friend.

The constant chatter and laughter echoed through the entire club. The words of Roxanne’s friend, who was sitting right next to her, were almost inaudible.

“You there, Rox?”

Roxanne turned her head immediately, startled by her friend's loud voice.

“Sandra, I can’t hear you.” Roxanne shook her head in confusion. Her friend had a tendency to bring up conversations at random. They could be talking about one thing, and she’d bring up something with no relation whatsoever.

Sandra rolled her eyes in response, taking the last sip of her drink and setting the empty glass on the table. Roxanne didn’t have anything to drink. She wasn’t a huge drinker like her friends.

“Just look at that,” Sandra stated in astonishment, pointing her finger in the direction of a couple who looked like they were really in the heat of the moment- just like most of the people there.

It’s not like anyone would notice unless they looked hard enough. And that was what Roxanne enjoyed about clubs.

The club was a place for airmen and nurses alike to enjoy their off time. It was a place where they could set aside their responsibilities for the night, where they could be themselves.

Most of the people, specifically the airmen, didn’t know which day would be their last, which is why they enjoyed it like it was.

No one is watching you or judging you. It’s just you and your thoughts left to be. That’s unless you have a run-in with some lonely airmen looking for company.

That wasn’t the case for Roxanne.

She had seen love blossom for her friends, watched their eyes light up, and their hearts flutter at the touch of their chosen partners. However, she had resigned herself to the idea that a relationship wouldn’t be coming anytime soon. Since she spent most of her time alone, she believed in maintaining a strong and independent aura, but as she watched couples embrace on the dance floor of the officers' club, a wave of longing coursed through her.

“It’s only been a hot minute and she’s already forgot about us.” Sandra shook her head as she watched Roxanne laugh at the two.

They laughed out of happiness for their friend. Out of the three of them, she’d managed to get herself some company. Jean had no problem swooping up men. It was a matter of staying with them that was the challenge. So far, she’d stayed with Tony for two years.

“That’s Jean for you. Can’t leave a good night without her little Tony.” The two women laughed long enough for their friend and her boyfriend to notice them.

“Uh oh.” Sandra took the cigarette out of her mouth and shot Roxanne a smirk.

The couple approached Roxanne and Sandra, watching as they gave them smug looks. The two still couldn’t hold back their emotions.

“Why are you two still sitting here?” Jean was confused as to why her friends were doing nothing.

“We’re enjoying the view, hun.” Sandra popped her cigarette back in her mouth, not bothering to move.

“Glad we could give you two a good show.” Tony wrapped an arm around Jean’s shoulder, pulling her into a kiss. The ladies rolled their eyes at his gesture.

“Just do us a favor and save it for the bedroom.” Roxanne stated, getting a laugh out of everyone.

“Hey, you can’t blame a girl for enjoying herself. That’s why we’re here, right?”

“Hun, that’s what you’re here for.” Sandra laughed dryly, not relating to her friend one bit.

“Well, I’m sure Roxy here has been enjoying herself. I hope.” Jean didn’t speak in the most convincing tone. She watched as her two friends sat at the booth doing nothing for the past hour.

“We’re just being careful. It’s not like all the men here are saints, Jean.” Roxanne propped herself up against her chair, trying not to appear as if she was bored out of her mind.

“Oh well. If you girls aren’t gonna move, then I guess there’s no point in trying. Tony and I will be elsewhere.” Jean sighed in defeat as her friends didn’t have any motivation to socialize or find a man.

“You two go do your thing. We won’t bother ya.” Sandra waved the couple off.

“Don’t get yourself into trouble, children.” Roxanne pointed to the two.

“Oh, you’re no fun-“ Before Jean could finish her sentence, Tony whispered something in her ear. She giggled, before whispering back to him.

“Well, we will see you two later.” Jean and Tony gave the ladies a subtle wave before walking off.

He dragged Jean away to another part of the club, away from the ladies’ field of view. There went the girls’ source of entertainment for the night.

“Damn. What I’d give to have that girl’s luck.” The blonde leaned back in her seat, letting out a sigh.

“I think you took that luck for granted, Sandra.”

The blonde rolled her eyes. She knew it was true. Being single was something she brought upon herself.

“The guys just weren’t doin’ it for me. They all wanted a ticket to the bedroom, and you know how I feel about that.” Sandra picked up her empty glass, but then realized she finished her drink.

“That’s not all true.”

“How so?” Sandra almost didn’t look convinced.

“Are you too drunk to remember Pete?” The blonde’s eyes widened at Roxanne’s recollection of her previous relationship.

“Maybe I just don’t want to remember. I’ve only had two drinks-“

“In less than half an hour.” Roxanne scoffed at her friend’s lack of awareness. If her friend drank any more, she'd be out of a job by the next morning.

“I know he was sweet and all, but he was just over attached-“

“You mean he didn’t have the desired bank account for you? Because last I recall, you were the one crying because you couldn’t pay me back for that purse.”

"What? I thought I paid you back." The blonde looked at her friend in a confused state.

"I think the whiskey's getting to your brain. Try to cut back on that stuff, will you?" Roxanne shot Sandra a stern look, but the blonde just shrugged.

Roxanne ignored her friend the rest of the time, just trying to take in the sight around her. The sight of happy people having a good time. Something she should be doing.

Minutes later, the band began playing “Blue Skies”. It was a beautiful tune, and a favorite of Roxanne’s. The brunette had the urge to sing, but she just wasn't feeling it that night.

Sandra, being the vivacious friend she was, immediately sensed Roxanne's melancholy. She tugged on Roxanne's arm, her eyes dancing mischievously.

Roxanne quickly turned her head, facing a very eager-looking Sandra. “What?”

“It’s your song.”

She nodded at Sandra, well aware of the tune. “I know.”

“Something’s missing.”

Roxanne looked at her friend, dumbfounded. “What do you mean?”

“I don’t know- maybe some vocals . . .”

“No-“ Roxanne shook her head in refusal, not wanting to engage in her friend's suggestion.

“You should go sing.” Sandra cut her off, smiling.

“And risk losing my job?” Roxanne thought her friend was nuts. She knew she wouldn’t lose a job over some singing, but having to sing in front of everyone is no easy task. She would never do something like that.

“Come on, you’re not going to lose your job. You’re a good singer.”

“No, I’m not doing-“

“One time, just once.” Sandra was practically begging her best friend.

Roxanne let out a heavy sigh as she scanned the room and people chattering.

“I’m only doing it because you’re my friend and I love you.” The brunette finally gave in to her friend’s request.

“I’ll be watching.” Sandra stated with an eager look as Roxanne got out of her seat.

She slowly made her way to the microphone, earning a confused look from the man conducting the band. It was safe to say that this would definitely leave an impression on everyone at the club that night.

She quickly caught up with the beat of the tune, all the words rushing back to her. Roxanne took hold of the microphone and began to sing.

“Bluebirds,”

“Singing a song,”

Her voice, sweet and melodic, filled the room as she poured her emotions into each note. She closed her eyes, letting herself be consumed by the music, feeling the lyrics resonate deeply within her.

In the distance, the blonde cheered her friend on, not caring about the looks people gave her as she shouted. Others in the crowd didn’t look too disappointed. So Roxanne continued on.

“Nothing but bluebirds,”

“All day long”

Unbeknownst to Roxanne, a man stood at the edge of the crowd, captivated by her voice. Unable to resist, he made his way towards the microphone.

Roxanne began moving to the beat, preparing to sing the rest of the words, when she was quickly cut off. She was so in her moment that she didn't notice him.

“Never-“

“Never saw the sun shining so bright,” The man grabbed the microphone from Roxanne's grip.

She nearly jumped when she looked up at the tall, brunette-haired man in uniform standing next to her.

He winked at her with a smile on his face as Roxanne stood there unsure of whether to keep singing or not. She thought he was a cute looking guy, but just because he was singing along with her doesn’t mean anything, right?

He nodded at her, urging her to continue singing.

“Never saw things going so right,”

Roxanne stared at the face of the man, who was staring at her intensely as she sang. As her nerves grew, she started to feel the heat in her cheeks.

Roxanne couldn’t take her eyes off the man, examining his every feature. His eyes were almost a bright blue color. And his smile- it was enough to make her knees weak.

The two finally caught up with the beat, singing in unison.

“Watching the days hurrying by,”

“When you’re in love, my how they fly”

Roxanne couldn't help but laugh a little as their voices mixed like honey and vinegar. He wasn’t exactly the best singer, but he too was caught up in that happy feeling, not giving a damn about how he sounded.

He couldn’t hold back his laughter when he saw Roxanne's face- his voice was terrible, and he knew it. Lucky for him, her voice was the balance that was much needed.

“Blue days,”

“All of them gone,”

The man took a step closer to Roxanne as they were getting near the end of the song.

She would’ve been lying if she said she wasn’t feeling any bit of nervous tension. By now, her cheeks were a bright red.

“Nothing but blue skies,”

“From now on”

The mix between Roxanne’s near-angelic voice and the man’s rough, out of tune voice was getting a few laughs from the crowd. They were enjoying the entertainment from the brunette and the man.

As the band hit the last few rhythms of the tune, the man stepped away from the microphone, and began moving his arms up in the air. Roxanne watched as the feel of the music flowed through him, doing everything in her not to laugh.

“Come on.” The man extended his hand out to Roxanne, insisting on dancing with her. She pointed at herself, mouthing, “me?”. Not for a second would she believe this man was serious.

He nodded, moving himself closer to her.

A little hesitant, Roxanne put her hand in his, letting his arms take over their movements as they danced through the last parts of the song.

The tall brunette spun Roxanne around, getting hold of her after each twirl. He was quick, and he was better at keeping up with the pace than Roxanne, who was one bad move away from falling.

From across the dance floor, Roxanne could hear Sandra clapping for her, along with Jean and Tony, who had returned at that very moment.

Once the music came to an end, the man let go of Roxanne’s hand.

“Better work on those dance moves, beautiful . Gotta keep up.”

Before she could get a word in, he simply smiled at her and walked off.

Dumbfounded, Roxanne was stunned that this stranger had called her beautiful. On the other hand, she thought the man’s comment came off as a bit of an insult, but she shrugged it off. He was probably drunk.

Roxanne rushed back to the table where her friends were, almost feeling ready to pass out from the fast-paced dancing.

“Oh my goodness, you should’ve seen the both of you.” Jean seemed more excited about the whole performance than Roxanne herself.

“This girl’s got some charm, yeah? Got herself a flyboy.” Sandra sipped her drink happily as her friend rolled her eyes at the statement.

“I think he was catching feelings for her. You should've seen his face. Oh- they looked so sweet dancing together!” Jean hit Sandra on the side of the arm, earning an annoyed glare from the blonde.

"I doubt that. Plus, it was just a dance." Roxanne denied all assumptions. At this point, her friends were just coming up with excuses that someone might like her. The man probably sang with her because he liked the song or needed a reason to break out of boredom like she did.

She was still processing everything about this man, not listening to the little comments exchanged between the girls.

This hot stranger seemed like a very confident individual, most likely with the help of a couple drinks.

To be wearing a uniform, Roxanne could only assume he was in the Air Force. That wouldn’t come as a surprise to her as those guys had a reputation of chasing women.

She had to be the luckiest woman that night. Never in her life had she had an encounter like that- let alone a man talk to her.

"Yeah- that looked like more than a "little" dance with the major." Tony laughed, sounding very unconvinced. This had Roxanne perplexed.

"Major?" She looked at Tony with wide eyes.

“Roxanne!” Jean whisper-shouted.

Jean was mouthing something and twirling her index finger. Roxanne shook her head. She couldn’t understand her or what she was trying to say. Then she felt a hand on her shoulder.

Startled, Roxanne turned around and was greeted by the man's warm smile. The strong scent of his cologne hit Roxanne almost immediately.

“Oh- I’m so sorry. I didn’t see you-“ Out of quick reflexes, she placed her hands against the man's chest, bracing herself. The brunette was quick to catch Roxanne, grabbing hold of her wrists. Out of embarrassment, she quickly moved her hands away from him. Roxanne could feel her heart beating out of her chest.

“Didn’t mean to startle you, miss,”

The man’s voice sounded much nicer when he talked than when he sang.

Roxanne’s friends watched as she had that deer-in-the-headlights look.

“You’re a really good singer. I’m impressed.” Roxanne didn’t expect a compliment from the man who had told her that her dancing had sucked earlier.

“Thank you. It’s not like I’d want to ruin a beautiful song like that with a bad voice-“ Roxanne paused mid-sentence upon realizing that would probably come off as an insult to the man.

“But I have to say, you’re a much better dancer than I am.”

“I caught you by surprise, didn’t I?” The brunette held a proud grin on his face. “Surprise” would be an understatement.

“I’m sorry I didn’t introduce myself earlier. I’m John Egan.” He extended a hand towards her and introduced himself, his voice carrying a gentle confidence.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, John. I’m Roxanne. Roxanne Vernon.” She brought her hand into his, feeling the firm and warm grip of his hand.

“A beautiful name for a beautiful face.” John’s cockiness couldn’t stop the brunette from holding her laughter.

“I’m flattered.”

Roxanne could hear her friends’ snickers over her own voice.

“If you don’t mind, I’d like to buy you a drink, just wanted to get to know you better.” She was a bit taken aback by his boldness, but she couldn't resist his charming smile.

“I, uh-“ She turned to face her friends, who stopped laughing immediately. John felt that he might’ve been too forward with the girl. The last thing he wanted was to scare her away.

“I mean, you don’t have to if you don’t want to. I didn’t know if you were with someone or-“

“Oh, don’t worry, hun. She’s all yours tonight.” Sandra commented without hesitation .

Roxanne shot her a threatening glare, but her friend just sat back in her seat and smiled proudly as she sipped what would be her third drink.

John looked at Sandra and back at Roxanne, unsure of how to respond.

“Sure, I’d love to.” Roxanne cut in, trying to ease the awkward silence in that moment. The man’s face lit up.

“Shall we?” John stuck his arm out.

Roxanne's heart fluttered, her skepticism momentarily fading as she felt a spark of something unfamiliar. She nodded, unable to resist the pull of John’s charismatic presence. Roxanne hooked her arm around his. They made their way to the bar, their conversation flowing effortlessly.

John couldn’t keep his eyes off the girl. He could see her once pale cheeks turning to a light red shade. Roxanne kept her calm composure, but on the inside, she was screaming.

“So, you like singing?” He turned to Roxanne, leaning into her ear. The noise has ramped up again, but luckily not as loud as before.

“I don’t do it often, but when I do, it has to be for one of my favorite songs.” The brunette looked into the eyes of the man, still taking in the sight of his bright blue orbs.

In all honesty, Roxanne wasn’t much of a singer. She was good at it, but it wasn’t something she saw herself doing some years down the road.

“I see.” John nodded, taking in every word but still admiring the face of this woman.

“Do you ever think of becoming a singer? I think you got the voice for it.”

“Maybe. You never know where the world will take you.” For Roxanne, that was what happened.

She was getting ready to finish up her masters degree, and then war broke out. They need more nurses, so she, along with Jean, signed up. Roxanne believed that everyone could do their part to contribute, and this was how she did.

The two seated themselves a short distance from some other people at the bar.

“Ladies first.” John signaled for Roxanne to have a seat in the stool. John called the bartender over, ordering his drink as he got settled on the stool.

“And for the lady?” The bartender tilted his head in Roxanne’s direction.

“I’ll have the same as him.” Roxanne nodded kindly at the bartender, who looked to be around her age or a bit older.

“So, what brought you here to England?”

“I volunteered. I decided to be a nurse.”

John seemed surprised to hear that. It wasn’t everyday he’d hear that people would ask to be involved in such a mess of war.

“I was finishing up university, and then everything happened, and I saw myself doing what I knew best, which was taking care of people.” The bartender left the drinks on the counter, nodding at Roxanne.

“You saw yourself becoming a nurse to treat a bunch of flyboys, huh?”

Roxanne laughed at the man’s sarcasm. She would be lying if she said she didn’t go for that reason.

“Maybe. Maybe I just came for a little adventure, something to get away from home.” Roxanne and John grabbed their drinks at the same time, clinking the glasses against each other.

As the liquid hit Roxanne’s tongue, she then realized the drink was too strong for her liking. She had barely a sip before setting the glass down, trying to hide the look of disgust on her face.

“And what about you? What brought you here?”

“I joined up before the war broke out. After seeing all the news, it looked like a war would be unavoidable.” John set his glass down on the counter with a sigh.

“So, how old are you? You must be pretty young if you’ve just finished university.”

“Asking a woman her age? That’s brave.” Roxanne teased.

“Hey, I didn’t say you were old. It was a compliment.” John held a dorky grin on his face, watching as the brunette shook her head in disbelief.

“The wonderful age of 24. Does that answer your question?”

“You’re not far from me.” Roxanne raised her eyebrows in confusion. She assumed he would be in his thirties or older. Not that it was a bad thing. It must’ve been the mustache.

“And all this time I thought you were already approaching 40.”

“Do I really look that old?” John acted as if he was offended, clutching his chest at the girl’s comment. He immediately knew that she was joking as she began to giggle.

“You tell me.”

“I’m the old age of 27. Thanks for being discreet about it.” John scoffed at Roxanne.

“Trust me, you don’t look any older than my brother.” Roxanne took another sip of her drink, puckering her face at the strong taste of the alcohol.

“You got a brother?” John’s brows went up in surprise.

“Yep. He joined the Air Force about two years ago. My family rarely hears from him. Last time he wrote, everything seemed good on his end.” Roxanne didn’t know how much of her brother's letters were actually true, but she tried to believe his every word.

“That’s good to hear.”

As Roxanne took another sip of her drink, she gave up trying to force herself to like it. The bitterness had her scrunching up her nose as she swallowed the liquid that was already in her mouth. John noticed her look of disgust.

“You don’t like it?”

“It’s too strong for my weak taste.” Roxanne felt a bit embarrassed by her lack of alcohol tolerance compared to John. He shook his head, bringing a hand closer to her drink.

“I’ll drink it for you if you don’t want it-“

Roxanne quickly moved her glass away from his grasp.

He looked like he was already a few glasses in prior to the dance with her. It would be best not to give him another one.

“Oh- no, don’t worry about it.”

“Roxanne, I’m serious.” John insisted on taking the drink from her, staring into her eyes with a mischievous looking grin, but she continued to shake her head in refusal.

“And if you’re too drunk? Who’s going to walk you back?”

“Who said I was walking?”

Roxanne was worried even more when he said that. How was he thinking of getting back?

“Then what’s your plan?”

“I’ll ride a bike.”

As if that were any better. Roxanne didn’t trust this man getting home on his own. Something could happen to him or the other way around. It wasn’t safe.

“In fact, you can ride with me. I’ve got two of ‘em.”

“I think I’ll pass on that one. You might try to get us both killed.” Roxanne wasn’t open to the idea of walking John back alone, but she wasn’t going to willingly ride a bike back with a drunk man either.

“Trust me, you’re more likely to die in a plane than on a bike.”

Roxanne was taken aback by John’s statement. He may have said it as a joke, but it sounded much more serious than humorous. Roxanne brushed it off.

“So, I take it you’re a pilot?”

“What gave it away?” The brunette raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"Your demeanor. It's a dead giveaway." Roxanne stated with much sarcasm and truthfulness.

"So you think I'm like every other guy here?" John looked at the woman with wide eyes, following along with her satirical tone.

"I've only met one so far, but you know that your men have quite a reputation.”

Roxanne meant every word. Since she became a nurse on the base, she had always noticed how the airmen were quick to swoop up women. Of course, she hadn't been one of those women until now.

"And who might that one lucky man be?" John grinned smugly, aware of who she was referring to.

"I think he knows who he is." Roxanne winked at the handsome pilot, watching as he chuckled.

"You know, I'm surprised there wasn't more than one man. They must be blind." John watched the color in Roxanne's cheeks turn a bright red.

"You're too sweet."

"No. I'm too honest."

John brought his eyes away from the beautiful girl in front of him. As he looked at the happy couples on the dance floor, he could only picture the same with Roxanne. The two connected almost instantly. By now, it felt like they'd known each other for a long time, even though they only met a few minutes ago.

She saw his gaze moving to the people. Another man in uniform, who she assumed was a friend of John's, shouted something at him as he held a girl under his arm. They were laughing like two happy kids.

"Just look at how happy these people are." Roxanne smiled at the sight of the calm crowd and cheerful faces.

“It’s something that most of us hope won’t be a last good memory. And I think after tonight, this won’t be a last for us.” There was a optimism in his voice that was undeniable. It was clear that John had an interest in the girl even if the two didn’t know each other that well.

Roxanne stared at John, giving him a smile that almost reached both of her ears.

The two went silent for a moment, taking in the peaceful moment they had both longed for. They both got lucky that night. All because of some singing.

“I’m really happy that we met tonight.” John had finished his drink through the exchange of only a few words, while Roxanne’s wasn’t even halfway done. She was too distracted to remember her drink.

"Me too." Roxanne smiled at John with that enamored look in her eyes. The love she had found for this man she only met minutes ago was undeniable.

His charm, his personality- it was something Roxanne never knew she was missing. She found herself completely captivated by John's confident and open manner. Maybe trying to stick around with him a little longer wouldn’t be such a bad idea.

“I say we go dance. Wouldn’t want to waste a good night like this.” John looked eager to get out on the dance floor.

Roxanne held her hand out happily.

“Lead the way, Major.”

• • •

As the night wore on, Roxanne discovered a newfound joy in John’s company. They laughed, they shared, and they lost themselves in conversations that seemed to last an eternity.

The officers' club faded into the background as Roxanne finally understood that love had indeed been waiting for her, patiently biding its time.

Later during the night, Roxanne and John danced under the dim lights, their laughter mingling with the soothing melodies.

As they swayed together, Roxanne felt a weight lift off her shoulders, a realization that love had found its way into her life in a way she never thought possible.

Their journey of romance had only just begun, but as Roxanne looked into John’s eyes, she knew that the night at the officers' club would change her life forever.

Love had found her, and with it came a newfound courage to embrace the unknown, to revel in the magic of possibility, and to believe that blue skies awaited them.

[webraciszekbastion]

My suggestions for the real names of the Characters from Danganronpa F: Shattered Hope.

Hello and welcome, brothers, sisters and non-binary comrades. I was bored, so I decided to share something I came up with some time ago. Namely, what the cast's real names are, in my opinion.

It's for fun.

Enigma - Dylan Thompson: I can't really justify my choice. I just think that the name Dylan suits both Enigma and the protagonist. Additionally, when I imagine that the others call him Dylan, I immediately label him with that name.

Cancel - Mary Brétan: I know Cancel, she said at free events that she was from California. However, seeing her clothes and her long, night-black hair, I am not convinced that this girl does not have Romanian roots.

Yaxi - Ivory Espadera: When I hear this name, I also hear its strength. A strong name for a strong woman warrior.

Grisp - Grant: I was thinking about the name Grispa and I think he would probably have a crazier, more unusual name. But the name Grant suits me too. When I heard the name Grant, the first thing I thought of was a tall and well-built man. Moreover, it is a distinctive name with a calm tone. Good name for Grisp.

Scarlet - Adreinne Phu: Sounds elegant to me. Therefore, for the beautiful, motherly figure of this killer game, it is absolutely perfect in my opinion.

Cross - Albert River: When I was thinking about a name for Cross, for some strange reason my mind went to the game "The Witcher". I kept thinking of something that had a "serious" or "intelligent" connotation to it. And so, thinking about the name and random, reimagined scenes from "The Witcher", the name Albert River came up, and honestly. I just really like it.

Moraiteru - Brooke Sirano: I'm not sure how I came to this conclusion. I have the impression that Mora has some family in Spain.

Corza - Trevor Talde: His name is Trevor, like Enigma's, his name is Dylan. God, why am I so stubborn about these two names?

Pocket - Paul Green: I love Poket, and its greatest asset is its voice actor, who I think does a great job. That's why I named him "Green". When I was a child, I heard many times from my mother that the color green was calming. Pocket Voice is my green color.

Rock - Gregory Stone: Do you get it? Because he's a Geologist whose last name is "Stone." I'm comical. Quite seriously. Rock's love of verbal jokes influenced my decision. After all, Rock was delighted to remember his name. (At least that's what I think)

Rox - Elena Wright: A beautiful name for a beautiful journalist. I like the name "Elena" so much, so I immediately knew what name sounded perfect for Rox. Besides, I think you'll agree that Rox would be like a female version of Phoenix, screaming "Objection" throughout the trial room.

Twin - Kenneth Flash: Kenneth will always be known to me as an archetypal character who is cheerful, full of life and cares for the wound. Yes! Kenneth is his name, I'm even more insistent than with Corza and Enigma. The name Flash comes from the fact that Twin captured my heart at flash speed.

Rissi - Kaitlyn Hart: Sounds cute and innocent to me. It accurately captures the wonderful person Rissi is.

Anon - Zack Smitch: When I thought about it a bit and looked at his nickname, the fact that it is currently targeted, that Anon will not have any talent and his behavior, I associated him with an ordinary surname. However, I gave the name more expressive, because the aura of an ordinary Anon raises some suspicions.

What do you think about this ? Have you had any thoughts on what the real names of our favorite fourteen Ultimats might be?

Have a nice day/night

[ditzydisaster13]

The Pretty Pink Alien

hi guys. If you’ve missed me; I’m back. With yet another thing of drawings. And my seemingly never ending desire to draw mCC x mOC. Just making random gay ships with ocs to characters that are already part of the show anyways. I’ve been fandom hopping again. Which I do a lot. This time my brain is on the Voltron series. The Dreamworks that’s on Netflix and has a shitty ending and plain sucky character développement.

Aside from how the animators messed up the show, I still love the characters themselves. Lance McClain will forever be my favorite. So I guess it’s time to introduce to you guys his pink alien boyfriend. Roxetor.

I definitely went through some edits. Appearance wise-> and just naming the species. Most of it is very similar though. Haven’t drawn much of Lance and Rox together, besides the paper drawing where I was literally just messing around at first-

I even included a bond as the first image. All of my CC x OC situations. Mostly. I never even thought I would do one for Lance or VLD. But I did.

And there’s loads more on Rox for the future. If you wanna know more about my character, as well as how the ship came to be leave a comment or so and I’ll do my best to reach out.

[reactivatedrockstar]

😢 (Me finding Bonnie crying?)

Random Symbol Meme (Accepting!)

Bonnie wasn't much of a crier. That much was pretty common knowledge. He almost always had such a positive upbeat outlook and attitude about almost everything that the few times his closest friends has seen him cry was caused by frustration.

He was such a force of good for the others, a strong rock of support, that not many even really thought about Bonnie ever crying: like two concepts that would never possibly intertwine. Unless, of course, he'd laughed himself to the point of sobbing.

In the five years Roxy had known him, she'd never once seen or heard Bonnie cry. That's how rare it was. So when she could see his figure, through the wall, slumped into a ball, hands covering his face, and shoulders dipping up and down, she had to do a double-take. She listened closely, and sure enough, she could hear the softest of sobs and whines. That pit in her chest came back, as it so often did, Bonnie had always been there for her, and to see him like this... it was the most painful thing she could have imagined.

Roxy went around to where Bonnie was, rather than talking to him through the wall. Bonnie was one of her closest friends, and she knew he'd want or need a hug. Whether or not her casing would survive was still up in the air.

"Bonnie?"

"Mmp-!" He squeaked, jolting upright as if nothing was wrong. "Ah, Rox. Do you need something?" Roxy only offered a glare at his words.

"Yeah. I need you to tell me what is bothering you! After everything you have helped me with, you do not think you can come to me?!" Bonnie's ear flattened out to the side at that.

"Ah... you... saw that?"

"Bonnie!"

"S-sorry, sorry! I just..." He hid his face in his legs and looked at the floor.

"What is wrong?"

"I... I am just frustrated." Roxy blinked at the confession- Bonnie wasn't great at lying, so it seemed genuine. Moreover, frustration wasn't uncommon with the rabbit, never had been. He was a chronic perfectionist, and held himself to a much higher standard than anyone else, so it was also pretty believable.

"At yourself? For what?"

"For once, no. I am frustrated at..." He gestured to the scratches in his chest, and then to Roxy, "this! The situation! I see you rushing yourself because of how many kids want face paint, and you cannot possibly get to them all before the next performance, and- and it is making you late, some kids are missing out, you are drowning, and there is not a single thing I can do about it!!" Roxy watched Bonnie's movements: he always spoke with his hands when he was frustrated, but she could still tell this wasn't the only thing he was upset about. She opened her mouth to speak, but Bonnie continued his rant. "It is unfair to you, to the kids, and to the others! And I am back here, doing absolutely nothing! Because I cannot! If I go, I would probably traumatize the children!!"

"I would not go that far."

"It is a possibility!"

Roxy could tell this wasn't why he was crying, but maybe it was just the easiest thing to complain about. If Bonnie had taught her anything, it was how easy it is to slip once one started venting.

Even still, her ears flattened, because she wasn't sure if he wanted to talk about it, and she wasn't sure what to do.

She sat down on the floor next to him.

"Bonnie, it is okay."

"It is not! Not to me!"

"Do you want to tell Freddy?"

"Would that even fix anything?!"

It didn't seem like he wanted advice.

"Do you need a hug?"

Bonnie pulled his face out from his legs at the words, looking to Roxy. She wasn't much of a hugger, maybe for a bit, or to tease Monty, but she was never one to offer or give hugs. After that second of realization passed, Bonnie wraps her into a tight bear hug with a soft whine. Roxy couldn't help the soft yelp of pain that escaped when she felt her back bend the wrong way slightly, but she didn't mind. Instead, she returned the hug, wrapping her arms around her shoulders as tight as she could manage... which wasn't very tight with Bonnie's hold on her. Good thing animatronics don't breathe.

Luckily, she didn't have to risk damage for long. Bonnie pulled away on his own accord, looking back at Roxy with a warm, appreciative expression.

"Thank you, Roxy. I really needed that."

[characternerdocs]

🎥 (Rox)

Send 🎥 for a random scene of my muse’s life ||| @icybreaths

Slumping as they sat on the edge of their bed, Rox pried open the top of the bottle in their hand. They weren't sure what it was, they had just snagged the first bottle they saw on the shelf behind the bar. Surely No one would miss one bottle. Nobody had ever complained before - That was the City of Dis for you though, vice and sin was king here and as long as one indulged nobody seemed to care. And therefore theft was also no big deal, long as one had the means to hold their own if the "rightful" owner came calling.

Rox didn't - not really. Sure, they had the sass and lip to fearlessly berate and mock anyone who challenged them, but the skill to actually hold their own if it came to fists ... or worse? Rox was a good as mice meat. Especially right now, with Levi gaap knows where, feeding that unappeasable hunger of his or prehaps just wandering completely dazed and unthinking in another battle in the prolonged fight with his forgetful self. Without their self-proclaimed "big brother" to play protector for them, Rox was again easy prey. They were an outcast, a freak, even in the eyes of demons and devils, a castoff even among the most loathsome society of all societies. A revolting half-breed, a bastardization of demon blood. Treated no better than a hell hound, their standing lower than an imp's.

If it weren't for Levi aggressively adopting Rox, they would still be harassed whenever they step out of their dwellings. Now it was only within their residence that Rox needed to be concerned about being assaulted without any form of aegis.

Rox started to gulp back the drink in hand, hoping that whatever they pilfered was at least strong enough to dull the nagging buzz of their dark thoughts. Thoughts that spoke only of their short comings, their flaws, and the disappointment Rox's existence brings.

The more Rox drink however, the stronger the buzzing seemed to grow. Steadily it got louder and louder and the sound threatened to consume Rox's remaining shred of sanity when they realized that buzzing was not in fact in their head.

Springing from their bed, Rox was appalled at the sight of a monstrously large fly perched upon the pillows of their bed. The fly's head tilted and twitched as she regarded Rox, before rubbing a hair leg over the rosy pink bow a top her head.

'Yeck! Beelzebeth...' How did that pampered little pest get into their room? The nerve of her to come invade their space, and of all the place to sit she just had to being sitting on Rox's bed. The fly flitted her wings teasingly at Rox as she stepped in place on their pillow, digging her six feet into the fabric.

Rage welled in Rox as Beth openly mocked them. Again the brassiness of this putrid bug, to come into their room and put Rox's buttons. Rox snarled as they wound up. "Piss off you repugnant primadonna."

But before Rox could throw the bottle at Beth, their wrist was caught by somebody standing behind them. Then intermeddler spoke and Rox's stomach and their bottle fell, the latter shattering upon the flood.

"Pyrox~" Beeyel started in that sing songy way which calmly, even playfully seemed to threatened. "How many times must I tell you-" Then his tone shifted, and Beeyel threw Rox on to the floor. "NOT TO HARASS MY CHILDREN?!"

"Beelzebeth fuckin' started it!" Rox contested as they scrambled to their knees, only to have Beeyel kick them over and out into the hallway.

"I don't give a crap about who started it!" He bent down picking out a shard of the broken bottle before dragging Rox up by the collar of their shirt. "I have made it very clear what is expected of you in this household, Pyrox, and I have always be remarkably lenient with you despite the circumstances. Yet it seems of late you have forgotten your place and your duties. Something I'd expect from the dimwitted dogfish you've seemed to have befriend, but you."

Beeyel began to snicker as put his arm around Rox's shoulder and forced them to walk with him down the hall, all the while Beeyel kept the serrated piece of glass uncomfortably close to Rox's neck. "You seem to need another reminder, Roxy. And seeing that you've been awfully rude to my precious Beelzebeth and her siblings, let's start with your responsibility to keep my Lord Flies fed."

Thanks for the request @icybreaths I hope you enjoyed the glimpse into Rox's angsty teen life. I didn't go into the feeding, but I'm sure you can use you imagination on how Beeyel would like Rox tp provide his carnivorous fly babies with the nutrients they need.

[pxlmtrecs]

" honestly , " she paused and thought for a second . " no , he isn't famous . he is a ceo of some big marketing company , but he's not famous . just a billionaire . " she continued . " that was probably my mistake though . " she took a deep breath and sighed . " i need to only date people who are in the business , and not some random ceo who hates wearing luxury brands . " she shook her head in disbelief . she usually has good judge of character , but not this time . " i might make a little story time about it . i have to be subtle as fuck though , i don't want to get my ass sued , rox . " eyes widened at the thought of getting sued , but she quickly shook her head as she listened to the other girl . " really ? " she asked . " what's been happening with you ? which men was stupid enough to lose you ? "

a  shake  of  her  head  ,  "  does  anyone  know  this  man  ?  "  her  way  of  asking  if  he  had  any  semblance  of  fame  ,  "  put  his  ass  on  blast  ,  "  roxanne  always  one  to  push  for  the  most  dramatic  outcome  to  any  situation  .  a  bad  date  ?  why  just  move  on  silently  ?  when  you  could  publicly  embarrass  them  for  the  world  to  see  ?  twist  of  injected  lips  as  she  nods  in  mutual  disappointment  ,  "  and  like  i  always  say  ,  once  you  get  the  ick  ,  screw  the  dick  ,  "  high  -  pitched  hum  coming  from  the  only  fans  model  as  she  sips  at  her  drink  once  again  .  "  the  love  life  on  this  side  isn't  much  better  ,  i  mean  ,  "  scrunch  of  her  nose  as  she  thinks  back  to  her  last  few  encounters  ,  "  i  think  the  sea  is  polluted  and  the  plenty  of  fish  that  were  once  in  it  all  sunk  to  the  depths  of  hell  .  "                    

[grimlyechoes]

What I say: I'm fine

What I'm thinking: when I was younger I had a white DS lite and Yoshi's Island DS and I was bad at it but I loved it and then one holiday we let my cousin play and I never saw the DS again. my family insisted I had lost it but my room was ripped apart and put back together and nothing. 10 years later the we left that house and I still haven't the slightest clue what happened to it and it distresses me to this day

[roxfox5]

BRUUH I JUST FINISHED THE SECOND SEASON OF GOOD OMENS NOT THAT LONG AGO...THEN FUCKING THE THIRD EPISODE OF THE AMAZING DIGITAL CIRCUS COMES ALONG AND FUCKING BEATS ME OVER THE HEAD.

PLEASEEEE LEAVE ME ALONE, WHAT DID I DO TO DESERVE THISS!!!

[drafthearse]

albums from today:

Do You Know Who You Are? overall rating: 2.5/5 tracks to keep: 4/16 thoughts: added this to my list after norman brannon joined the thursday tour. gay rights. also shoutout for using my fave misfits song for band name insp! pretty standard posthardcore 90s/00s emo rock fare-- luckily i eat that shit up. 

Terraformer overall rating: 3/5. tracks to keep: 6/13 thoughts: not sure how i got this-- i THINK i found them while i was on a tear looking for rock bands with violins to use for thot topic insp. oh holy fuck they’re from jersey. represent. im really picky about songs longer than 5 mins and instrumental tracks, both of which this album has in spades >__> which is not to say that they’re bad, but that i just don’t listen to them a lot. that said: not bad, guys. dare i say newt geiszler vibes. like a coheed and cambria or protest the hero sound, but with a shitload more brass. i dig it! badass guitar melodies. the issue w an album consisting mostly of very long songs that are each individually made up of many dissimilar segments (as opposed to following a typical v-c-v-c-b-c-c structure) is that the tracks all blend together for me in my head and i cant tell them apart. so i did get a bit of that here which was frustrating. standout tracks: everyday ghosts, fxmldr, 

Sharp Teeth, Crooked Jaws overall rating: 2/5 tracks to keep: 3/9 thoughts: recced to me by way of anon, if i recall. not unpleasant to listen to, but not especially gripping. i get the sense this guy really, really likes the strokes. standout tracks: superfuturists, coma politik. 

The Color Before The Sun overall rating: 4/5 tracks to keep: 6/10 thoughts: only coheed album left for me to listen to! aaaargh i love coheed and cambria wtf. dont get me wrong, i adore coheed’s insane scifi shit but it’s great to know that they can write a baller album even without it! atlas made me feel fucking weepy. 

Random Access Memories overall rating: 2/5 tracks to keep: 1/14 thoughts: picked a daft punk album at random on account of mary dafttpunk always blogging abt them. obviously i had already heard get lucky. unfortunately the level to which i was absolutely saturated in get lucky circa 2013 has tainted the song for me and i just cannot enjoy it. as for the rest of the album-- one of those scenarios where i can tell that the music is, like, good, but i just don’t rlly like listening to it that much. 

The King is Dead overall rating: 1/5 tracks to keep: 2/10 thoughts: i think mac described this to me as a destiel album. not my kind of sound though. standout tracks were down by the river and rox in the box.

84 albums left!

[kuramapijama]

Oooh heya! Do u think u could do NaraRox? They’re the type that goes “nah we’re not at cheesy” then can immediately be seen cuddling eachother 5 mins later KDFJDKFJDJ for their music taste, Rox enjoys rock music while Narancia enjoys rap

Narancia x Rox (NaraRox) Song Fic!!

“Be My Baby”- The Ronettes

The night we met, I knew I needed you so..

~ @rocksannx

The sound of crunching leaves were heard all thought the park on this autumn day. The weather was chill, not too cold and not too hot. Several couples walked hand in hand together, enjoying their time.

Rox sat on the bench, observing her freshly painted nails as she waited for her boyfriend to come back with the drinks. A few minutes passed and out the door came Narancia, running.

The boy beamed with joy when he spotted Rox, so much so that he hadn't watch where he was going, and ran straight into a pole.

"Ouch!"

"N-Narancia!!!" Rox gasped. He had spilled the drinks, laying on the floor he hurt his knee. The girl rushed to his aid.

"Ah crap! That hurts!" Narancia whined.

"Oh my god, Narancia watch where you're going next time! Are you okay?" She held his leg. She was completely in a worried mood by his clumsy fall, but she started to laugh once she looked up at him.

He was soaked in coffee, with whipped cream and chocolate chips in his hair. Narancia's hair was always messy, but even more now. He looked ridiculous. Rox covered her mouth trying to hide it.

"H-hey! Are you laughing at me?" Narancia was shocked. 'How could she do this to me?!' He thought, jokingly. Her giggles became louder and louder.

"So you think it's funny huh?!"

Her laughs came to a halt as she felt Narancia's hands touch her face, he was putting whipped cream on her! She gasped.

"W-what are you doing?! You'll get my make up ruined!!"

The couple began to play fight, throwing the coffee drinks at each other until there was no more. Everyone in the park turned their heads, giving weird looks to Narancia and Rox. It was an odd sight to see if you were passing by.

They sat there on the ground, laughing at the mess they've made. Rox began to speak.

"Look at us, we're a mess! I can't believe you made me do that.." she giggled, looking away, almost ashamed.

Narancia watched as Rox laughed, her eyes were closed and she had the prettiest long lashes. Even drenched in coffee and smudged eyeliner, Narancia thought she looked beautiful. He only stayed in silence watching her, a soft smile on his face.

"Well, you still have to get me my Starbucks! C'mon, we'll go together this time. At least now you have me to keep you from falling." Rox stood up, picking up the empty coffee cups and straws, she tossed them in the trash.

"You comin'?" Rox raised her eyebrow, the boy was still in a trance.

"Ah! Yes! I'm sorry Roxie I won't spill it this time." He rubbed the back of his head, becoming embarrassed now at his clumsiness.

He grabbed her hand in his, pulling her against him. He was being extra needy today.

"Roxie."

"Huh?" She asked, not minding his clinging at all.

"I love you." Narancia smiled, looking down at her. Rox blushed, that was a random thing to say.

"Oh- Narancia.." The girl became flustered. Her heart leaped in her chest.

"I know we're already dating, but I-I want you to be mine, forever, all the time." Narancia fumbled with his words a bit, he was nervous to be so romantic now, but he didn't care; as long as he got to tell her what he felt.

Rox could feel against her ear how fast and loud Narancia's heart was beating. 'He must be really nervous..' she thought. It was rather cute of him.

She pulled his face down to her, giving him a quick kiss on the lips.

“Aha. Of course honey. I love you too.” she chuckled, holding him tight. Rox was so happy at this moment. 

Narancia smiled bigger than ever, and kissed Rox several times more.

“For every kiss you give me, I’ll give you three!” They both laughed, butterflies in their stomachs. To everyone else around them, they were a teenage couple head over heels. And it was true, definitely....

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(Hello! I apologize this is SO SO LATE AHH!!! Honestly Im so sorry. I hope you like this though! I kinda see Rox and Narancia as a super loving and cheesy couple haha xD I chose this song because I think this is what they feel for each other, too when they first met! Thank you for waiting<33)

[heavenunderthemoon]

Okay I ADORE your writing oh my gosh!!!!

I was wondering if you’d ever write something about Luke Alvez having a crush on the reader and her being shocked because she’s quite dorky and bookish and didn’t think she was his type and he’s just smitten? Maybe they talk about dogs at some point too? Have a lovely day!!!

Ahhh!!! Omg thank you🥺 and yay!! I love requests!! Honestly I’ll take requests for anyone:) anyways, hope you enjoy love💛

“Roxy! Roxy, no!”

You barely had time to let your eyes lift from the page you were reading before you found yourself being tackled, your body hitting the soft grass beside the old, rickety bench. Your book clattered to the ground, the page being lost, though it hardly mattered as you remembered where you had left off. Besides, you had already read the book before, re-reading purely because you needed comfort from the last one you had read (the ending had you in tears and you had grabbed another book at random just to stop the pangs in your heart).

“Oh my god, are you okay?” The sun was blocked out by a figure looming over you, and you barely looked up, still too focused on the large dog lying on your chest. Her mouth was open, tongue lolling out to the side making her look a bit cartoonish and your giggles made her tail wag furiously. Your hands went to scratch behind her ears, pushing yourself up as best you could with her weight.

“Here, let me help. C’mon, Rox, let her breathe.” The figure spoke again and this time you actually did look up and almost immediately you felt your cheeks reddening, ears following suit soon after. The guy was hot. Like, tigh t-shirt drenched in sweat, earbuds hanging out of his ears, freckled nose dripping with perspiration kind of hot. You looked away, trying to contain the squeak that threatened to escape your lips.

“Are you okay?” He was speaking again, having contained the dog who now sat dutifully beside the man, her head tilting at you with that wolfish grin. His eyes were tainted with concern, but you didn’t quite miss the way they also seemed to trail up your body. It was a hot, summer day and you had opted for an outfit that wouldn’t leave you absolutely soaked while you read and due to this a good majority of your body was exposed. It had seemed like a good idea at the time but now you flushed, pushing yourself off the ground, dusting yourself off.

“Wha-oh, yeah, I’m-I’m fine.” Your eyes shyly met his and he smiled widely.

“She gets a little too excited sometimes.” His head tilted toward the German shepherd and you let out a tiny breath. You loved dogs, growing up with them had made you quite comfortable around them and though you had just been tackled you didn’t feel afraid or uneasy. She hadn’t meant any harm.

You shrugged, an easy smile gracing your lips when you looked at her. “Oh no, she’s fine- someone’s gotta give her a heisman, she’s good.” Your mouth moved faster than your brain (it always did) and you screwed them shut in embarrassment. But, to your surprise, the man barked out a laugh. You smiled at the sound, and any tension around the two of you was gone. His lips settled into a smile, eyes flickering back to the groun before he was moving, bending down to grab the book that laid forgotten on the floor.

The bookworm in you scolded yourself for forgetting it so easily but when you looked back at the man you realized you couldn’t really blame yourself. “Oliver Twist?” He scanned the title, handing it over to you.

You took the book with a nod, quirking a brow. “Yeah, re-reading it. Have you read it before?” You asked curiously.

Luke wished he could say yes. He wanted to say yes because the look on your face, hopeful and enthused, meant that you wanted him to say yes but he had never been the book-ish type. But he could be. He could be if it meant he got to talk to you.

“No, I haven’t.” He said a bit bashfully and to his surprise you didn’t recoil at the response, nodding thoughtfully.

“That’s alright, it’s not everybody’s style for sure. Personally, I think the story gets a bad rep. A lot of people think the story’s a sad one, I mean, he had such a hard life and he was just a kid but, I like that, in the end, he ended up finding a little piece of happiness, no matter how long it took.” You rambled, before closing your mouth once more, raising your hand to your lips. “Sorry, totally spoiled it for you.”

He chuckled, and it made you giggle as well.

“I’m Luke, by the way.” He extended a hand and you grabbed onto it, your tiny palm fitting into his with ease.

“Y/N.” You settled with a nod, and his lips quirked up at the corners.

Y/N. It fit you, he decided silently.

“Well, Y/N, I hope I’m not being too forward, but I’d really love to see you again sometime. Preferably when I’m not really sweaty and when my dog didn’t just run you over.”

You chirped out a laugh, your stomach twisting. You never went on dates, the last time you had was a bit of a disaster but the prospect of seeing Luke again made you feel lightheaded and you were speaking before you could overthink your answer.

“Yes, I’d love that too- I mean, the date, I don’t really care that your sweaty, actually I think you look great sweaty-“ You blushed, trying to stop the word vomit but it kept coming. “Wait, that sounded weird. I mean that you don’t look really gross or bad sweaty, not that I have some weird, like, fetish for sweaty people.” You tried to clarify and somehow you thought it sounded worse. You scrunched your nose.

“I should really get one of those debate bells to tell me when to stop talking.” You shook your head, clutching the book a bit tighter.

Luke’s eyes scrunched at the corners because damn could he listen to you talk all day. “No, no, it’s nice.” He reassured and then immediately wanted to slap himself because nice? What weirdo says ‘nice’!?

You brightened. “Well, alright. It’s a date, here, let me give you my number.” You turned, going to rummage in your bag- when was the last time you cleaned it out!?- finding your journal and ripping out a blank page, scribbling the numbers across.

He took it enthusiastically, pocketing the paper before glancing back to Roxy. “Well, I should get going, she’s starting to get a bit antsy. But I’ll call you and we’ll hash out a day.” He clipped the leash onto her collar, looking to you for confirmation that made you nod.

“Sounds good.”

You watched him walk away, head turning to glance back a few times before they emabarked on their run once more, leaving you with your bag in hand, book shoved into it haphazardly.

You stayed standing for a moment before bringing a palm to your forehead.

“Sweat fetish!?” You chided yourself.

[eyedelater]

(submission) RE: One Piece terraforming theory

the post became long so i've put it under a cut.

anonymous says:

The One Piece planet really does resemble a board game. It must have been shaped by someone.

We don't need a higher level of Devil Fruit to explain it though; Admirals, Enel, Whitebeard, Pica, Doflamingo and Kaidou all have the power to reshape islands; Working together, they could create the Red Line in a few years.

Shirahoshi commands the Sea Kings of the Calm Belts, and is prophecized to accompany Joyboy, so the Calm Belts might actually have been constructed by the previous world order...

There are explanations for the hidden islands:

Punk Hazard lacks a magnetic field because it is an artificial island.

Raftel (or "Laugh Tale") can't be located because it makes the log pose spin out of control. Other New World islands do the same, though less consistently.

God Valley (Roger vs. Rox showdown) is no longer found on maps, but might still have a magnetic field.

Devil Fruit categories are definitely fishy. In particular, Paramecia fruits have very little in common.

We have seen at least the following deviant fruits:

Nika: Mythic Zoan that turns you into a human with Paramecia-like powers. If an animal ate it, its Zoan nature might be more obvious.

Darkness and Swamp: Logia, but offer low defense in return for storing objects in your own body.

Mochi (Katakuri): Paramecia, but lets you manually form holes in your body, simulating Logia defense.

my response

thanks for your thoughts! i'll reply to various bits.

i get what you mean about existing devil fruits being able to do some terraforming as it stands, and i don't exactly disagree, but i think it's an understatement to say it would be just a few years, given the immense scale. consider these scales: we saw kaidou lift an island (small), enel destroy a (cloud) island (small), pica disfigure an island (small), akainu and aokiji ruin an island (small), doflamingo transform a town (smaller), whitebeard create two tidal waves (big! but only about the size of an island). so if the red line is the size of thousands of islands, it would take thousands of times as long-- probably several years, as you say. but i think it would be hard to amass a bunch of devil fruit users to do a hard task for a long time; there's the bodily power that comes with eating a devil fruit (eat it and now you're strong enough that people can't tell you what to do) and the inherent randomness of devil fruits appearing in the world (making it hard to get the right person to eat the right fruit at the right time). due to ego and whims, terraforming-enabled devil fruit users might be disinclined to work together long enough and cohesively enough to create an entire supercontinent, even on a scale of just a few years. so i feel like the course of the red line's construction would be more cataclysmic than what you describe, and would involve fewer, stronger people and less cooperation. and that's why i think awakened fruits would probably be involved.

if the calm belts were constructed by the previous world order, then the world was already divided at least in half at that time... speaking of sea kings, they could have been involved in moving stuff around for construction of the red line.

your explanations for the un-log-posability of islands are different for each island, but mine (log pose artificiality or magnetism manipulation) could apply equally to all islands, so i like mine better until canon indicates otherwise.

another mythical zoan that gives the user paramecia-like powers is marco's phoenix fruit, which gives him healing powers that he can even bestow on others. well, and also yamato's, which gives her freezy abilities along with dogbody. and kaidou's gives him island-lifting cloud control along with dragonbody. and catalina devon's gives her shapeshifting along with foxbody. and sengoku's which is too boring to talk about. so luffy's fruit seems to be pretty well in line with the other mythical zoans.

i don't think caribou's fruit has low defense by nature. i think he just has weak haki (if any), making him weak to haki attacks, logia or otherwise, and that's why he's useless in the new world. his logia still makes him immune to hakiless attacks like normal bullets, whereas i think blackbeard is vulnerable to normal bullets. so caribou's logia is not an outlier, but blackbeard's is.

katakuri's ability not fitting neatly into categories pisses me off. i guess he can shape his body mochily but not effortlessly like a logia? but can't he become entirely mochi if he wants?? his body can become partially but not completely mochi??? i don't know. vexing.

[jonahmagnus]

Homestuck or fnaf for the ask game

MG U CRUEL BESTIE… ASKING ME TO CHOOSE.. Fine. 

Fav character: Vriska my beloved!

Least fav: I think Andrew Hussie (character) deserved death

5 fav ships: Vrisrezi Vrisrose Ararose Rosemary and Vrisdave

Character I find attractive: Haiii Meenah hair. Haiii

Character I would marry: ROX/Y MY BELOVED…. Me n them would b swag methinks

Character I would b bffs with: Jake methinks!!! LOVE him.

Random thought: Jane is a he/they

Unpopular opinion: CHARACTERS WHO HATE JANE AND LOVE VRISKA ARE ANNOYING ♡♡ SORRY XOXO 

Canon otp: Rosemary and Davekat!!

Uncanon: Vrisdave and Vrisfef!!

Badass: CONDY… Love u

Epic Villain: CONDY AGAIN

Paring I hate: Vriska/Equius

Screwed up character: DAVE what the fuck are the epilogues 

Fab friendship: Karkat and Aradia!!

Kin: Check the names babe

Wish I could be: …. Hi Damura

[dreaming-roses]

Not a request, but a random thought that occurred to me. Gorou looks like he would call Scaramouche by a nickname like "Scara-chan" and somehow survive the aftermath.

LMAOO OH MY GOD SCARA-CHAN THAT'S SO CUTE and yes gorou is adorable precious boi

and then scara chases gorou around in circles but he's too short to catch up 😭 YOU MADE MY DAY THANK YOU

- Rox