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Hi gang i swear im still alive... school just actually wants me dead đ„đ„ here is some beach bear to make up from my absence
umm hello rockafire fandom on tumblr..throwing my slop in the ring
What?
⊠I love that bear please donât tell my professor this is what Iâm doing instead of my paper âŠ
happy pride month rockafire fandom
HELPP
Not sure if I ever shared an update on this guy but I will now!
He isn't quite finished yet as he's missing his feet atm and I have to make him his own pair of pants. Unfortunately he has a small chip in his upper lip now but luckily it isn't too noticeable!
Rolfe should have a light up sign that says âKick me!â above his head, that blinks whenever Earl decides it should.
based rock afire opinion award goes toâŠ
I always forget how big these guys are until I see actual people standing next to them
Like, if hes that tall just sitting down, he must be fucking massive standing up
ouuu shit
Ts is frying me
iâll forever imagine Beach Bear to this (read tags for complimentary debauchery):
Beach bear?? Wtfff????
Crayon drawing??? Of beach bear??? The freak???
beach bear can put cigarettes out on me goodnight everyone
On stage with Beach Bear
Beach bear x reader/user
note: bandmate reader/user, youâre on bass be quiet- donât worry about how crowded this makes the stage I told you to be quiet. pathetic flirting on stage, rock-afire as a legit band and not entertainment for childrenâs birthday parties.
i'll have real art eventually
Bullshit attack
Teaching you to play guitar
Beach bear x reader/user
note: sort of sentient anthropomorphic animatronic characters, reader works at showbiz but the âficâ takes place in modern era just go with it, donât tell air infector I find his character hot.
youâd been working at showbiz for a couple months, practicing guitar on the side (having been partially inspired- but mostly irritated by- the music played during your shifts having been inevitably stuck in your head after so many late nights).
youâd scrounged up some extra money over time, snagging a used guitar off some online marketplace for cheap.
another late night; youâd been wiping down tables for what felt like an hour after the insane influx of birthdays today. by the time youâd finished, the curtains for all three stages had long since shut- save for the small ledâs gently illuminated through the tan curtains, casting a faint glow beyond them and upon the newly cleaned tables.
you sigh, bracing two palms on one of the tables in front of the main stage, and scan the large area. you weigh the options, debating whether to go home for the night as your coworkers did and have to deal with your roommates hosting yet another loud weekend party, orâŠ
you let out a long sigh- it probably wouldnât hurt to drag the shift another hour or so. tossing your damp rag to the tableâs surface, you wipe off your uniform and drag your acoustic guitar from the break room.
settling back down on the long table, you decide on practicing scales. each cord came out buzzy and stringy- pulling cringes from you here and there. your plucking was slow and careful, allegedly mirroring the videos youâd seen online; but it still just came out⊠wrong.
you groan- growling in aggravation in a way only someone who was absolutely sure they were alone would dare to make- a small snicker beyond the curtain makes you freeze, head darting towards the sound.
you were sure the band had packed up for the night⊠your cheeks heat and your eyes narrow in accusation at the curtain.
âDook?â your tone comes out impatient, scolding to try to push down the embarrassment.
âSomething like thatâŠâ the voice is strained, as if trying to mask the obvious smirk beyond the tone.
âBeach bear.â you grunt. fucking asshole.
âMhm?â
you groan, setting your guitar down and shoving the curtain open a little to peek your head through.
meeting beach bearâs teasing grin, you glare
âShouldnât you be home by now?â
âShouldnât you?â he quirks a brow, sitting where heâd always been on stage- though his guitarâd been propped up against Fatâz organ.
your head tilt forces a small huff out of him
âI was packing up.â he leans forward slightly, arms folded on his knees. âBut I just got so caught up in your performance.â
âNot funny.â
he smirks, leaning back slightly on his board. âYou thinkinâ about joining the band?â
âI certainly play better than you.â
he scoffs, rolling his eyes; then he gestures with his paw openly. âGive it here.â
âWhat?â
âI wonât break it.â his smile is teasing, though it oddly persuades you to comply- no matter how much he loved irritating you.
you reach back to grab the neck of your instrument, carefully climbing on stage and standing before where he sat, offering it reluctantly. you keep your eyes on him, as if unsure if he was going to make fun of you and your lackluster playing.
he sighs, settling the guitar into position and plucking a few strings- cringing as you had done earlier.
ââyou know how to tune?â he looks up at you through his curly, blonde hair.
you shake your head slowly
he settles his paw at the head of the guitar, the other hovering above the row of cords at the body.
âYouâll be able to tune by ear the longer you play.â he explains, plucking strings quickly as he turns the pegs.
âAm I supposed to just find you anytime I need it tuned?â you scoff, keeping your eyes on him.
heâs oddly focused- unlike his presence on stage: wild, yet relaxed as though heâd been there forever. it was weird.
you find yourself squinting slightly as you watch him; his head hangs slightly over the instrument as he tunes it for you, blonde hair hanging over part of his eyes. but his large clawed paws are quick, practiced.
even as beach bear sat hunched over, he was near your height as you stood watching him.
it isnât until your eyes dart up to look at his expression again that you catch his eyes, looking back at you with the grin of a man thatâd caught you looking
you roll your eyes. âHow else am I supposed to learn?â
he nods dismissively, then strums once; itâs clearer, much like how it sounded in all the instructional videos online.
âYour plucking sounded fine, but I want you to show me.â
Your brows furrow, fists clenching and relaxing rhythmically at your sides.
âThereâs no one else here. Well- unless anyone lives in the walls or something.â
With an impatient groan, you snag your guitar from him and settle on the cheap, grassy floor of the stage before his board.
you strum once, mirroring how he had earlier, then start working on the scale again
you try not to look up at him, but you can see him in your peripheral vision leaning his head forward slightly and watching you carefully.
âBetter,â he nods, âagain.â
that pulls a scoff from you
âYouâ my teacher now, or something?â you tilt you head up at him, catching his gaze.
âIâve got nothing better to do.â he shrugs, then scoots back on his board. âCome here.â
when you donât move he chuckles, as if amused by your nature towards him.
youâd interacted before, sure- but only in passing during when youâre closing up or between shows. Never one on one doing⊠whatever this was.
âIâm just gonna show you some chords.â his paws go up in defense, head tilted down.
you let out a long sigh and stand. âYouâre lucky I canât afford actual lessons.â
âThese are actual lessons, youâre learning from the master, here.â he pats the vacant front of his board. âNow sit.â
âYouâre far too relaxed about this.â You take a seat at the very front of the board, trying to keep as much distance between you two as possible. but being as big as he is, it was inevitable that your back hovered near his chest.
He rolls his eyes and positions his large, warm paws over your hands. âJust pay attention, itâs much easier to just run you through the motions myself.â
he positions your fingers to both press over specific spots on the frets, and hover above the strings at the body to pluck.
âSlow. Like this.â his arms are on either side of you, trapping you between him and the acoustic guitar as he speaks lowly. then he guides you through a Câ Major scale.
he eventually removes his paws from yours, letting you work the scale on your own, nodding encouragingly as you play for him.
with every slow breath he inhales and exhales his chest pushes against your back- making you pluck a cord a little harder here and there. your brows are furrowed, focused as you run through the scale like he showed you.
âHave you been watchinâ me?â he murmurs, shit-eating grin painfully obvious in his voice.
âOh for fucks sake-â get over yourself.
âOn stage.â he adds, noting your posture and plucking pattern.
you decide to ignore him- finding his silence more endearing- and continue to play the chords he showed you.
âYou need to relax.â he blurts out, reaching up from the side of the surf board to hold your wrist- putting your playing to a stop. âYouâre acting as if you glare at the cords hard enough, theyâll play like you want âem to.â the smile in his voice has you shooting a glare over your shoulder at him.
your arm tenses in his hold, however gentle it was- and your frustration ebbs at the evidence supporting his observation.
âYou donât have to play like me- letâs stick to the facts, you canât.â he gestures with his palm to stop just as you open your mouth to argue.
âRelax.â beach bear repeats, paw sliding up to your hand and bringing it to the body of the guitar to rest. âYouâll play better if youâre not so damn tense.â
you hate how easily heâs handling you- but you also canât help but let him. you exhale slowly, letting your eyes fall closed even as his paw covers yours.
after a few beats he lets you go, giving an encouraging nod
you canât help but scoff as you begin playing again, repeating the scale. âDo you do that before shows?â
he shrugs carelessly, focused on the position of your hands and fingers. âUsed to.â
âRight.â your eyes narrow, finishing the scale.
his smirk is satisfied when you turn over your shoulder to gauge his response
âNot bad.â he offers, head tilted to the side in a way that lays the messy strands over his hair over one of his eyes. âMaybe one day youâll be up here instead oâ me.â
ââCould get this place in better financial shape that way.â you stand abruptly, hanging the guitar over your back.
âI think weâd need Eddie Van Halen for that.â he huffs, watching you pack up.
âHey.â he calls, catching you as you hop off the stage and turn towards the exit. âYaâ did good,âhe adds, âguitar suits you.â
You stare back at him over your shoulder for a moment, squeezing the strap of your guitar a little harder. âLock the door behind you, okay?â you dismiss, leaving him on the stage.
note: I cannot play guitar so some things are going to be incorrect and probably dumb sounding to people who can genuinely play, this is shit but I had fun doing it and I love beach bear and rock afire so I hope yall like it too
gif was made by me but the source is from animatronic warehouse on youtube, please check him out hes awesome!!!
This scene is so funny
It looks a little bit like a family guy cutaway gag
Iâve been blanking on what to write so I wanted to make a post to use as a sort of suggestion box (or just use asks) for any ideas in terms of:
Beach bear x reader + any one shot, or any rock afire explosion headcanons or one shots (literally anything iâm just tryna ease into the tumblr fandom, yall are so creative)