bluto

beach bear enjoyer (pfp by chiimeramanticore) chronic self-shipper

[smurgle02]

Hi gang i swear im still alive... school just actually wants me dead 🥀🥀 here is some beach bear to make up from my absence

[viccytheimpaler]

umm hello rockafire fandom on tumblr..throwing my slop in the ring

photo is from here

[retrofittedforfun]

What?

… I love that bear please don’t tell my professor this is what I’m doing instead of my paper …

[discount--dracula]

happy pride month rockafire fandom

[blutomindpretzel]

HELPP

[purpletrashsnake]

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!

[dook-s-dad]

Rolfe should have a light up sign that says “Kick me!” above his head, that blinks whenever Earl decides it should.

[blutomindpretzel]

based rock afire opinion award goes to…

[freakafiredumbass]

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

[blutomindpretzel]

ouuu shit

[furreyra]

Ts is frying me

[blutomindpretzel]

i’ll forever imagine Beach Bear to this (read tags for complimentary debauchery):

[cyber-cur404]

Beach bear?? Wtfff????

Crayon drawing??? Of beach bear??? The freak???

[blutomindpretzel]

beach bear can put cigarettes out on me goodnight everyone

[blutomindpretzel]

On stage with Beach Bear

Beach bear x reader/user

note: bandmate reader/user, you’re on bass be quiet- don’t 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 children’s birthday parties.

it started off as you helping out with the equipment and maintenance after and between shows for them in return for a decent amount of money to keep rent above water

you just had to get friendly with the band and let then find out you played bass (Dook is nosy)- next thing you know, you’re there during practices on stage and doing backup vocals; ending up actually fitting in well with their sound

“It’s not so bad.” Mitzi shrugs with a teasing grin. she’d been leaning against Dook’s drum-set case after another late night practice session. her legs cross on the stage flooring, hands splayed in her lap as she touched up her nails with a fresh coat of red-glittery polish.

you roll your eyes, deciding to focus on packing up your guitar than invite any further conversation about tomorrow night.

“If this doesn’t work out, I won’t mention it again!” Mitzi pleads once more, dragging an exhausted huff from you. it was impossible to say no to her.

“What I’m hearing is you’re sacrificing me to the crowd if this thing goes ass-up.” you grunt, zipping up your guitar case.

“Rolfe calls it a business opportunity.” she recalls with an innocent shrug, though makes no effort to conceal her grin even as she focuses on her nails.

the various rustling on stage of the band packing up drowns out the groan you let out at that

she stands abruptly and pats your arm with a wide smile

“It’ll be great, just don’t mess up.” she squeaks, bending to grab her bag and hopping off stage.

you sigh, leaning on Fatz’s keyboard and debating just flat out breaking your guitar to get out of this thing.

you didn’t hate the idea of performing, not really- you’d just never brought the concert outside of your own bedroom. but if Mitzi thought it was good enough…

“Try not to let ‘er get to you.” a smooth voice offers, pulling you from your sulking.

“Fuck-!” you jump a little, hitting your ankle against the leg of Fat’z keyboard- and bending to grab your foot- that thing was much sturdier than it looked.

beach bear’s snicker is menacing as he approaches you, leaning on the other end of the keyboard and watching you try to quickly recover

“You’re really worked up over this, huh- I promise no one’s gonna throw tomatoes.” he smirks softly, shaking his head a little to fix the hair over his eyes.

you roll your eyes, letting go of your ankle to look up and meet his gaze.

“If it hasn’t happened to you yet, I should be alright.” you shrug, earning a scoff from him the moment you change your demeanor- almost challenging his.

beach bear gives a tilt of his head, as if sizing you up now that you stood face to face (if he didn’t tower over you)

“Alright.” he holds up his paws in mock defense, taking the hint with a toothy smile. “just try not to trip me up.”

the moment the both of you step on stage your dynamic is elevated- competitive nature come alive as his wild, loud nature on stage encourages you to constantly one up him

HEAVY on eye contact when you two sing background vocals

always getting up in each other’s faces while sharing a mic

note: i’ve watched rick bailey (beach bear’s voice actor) performing live and sort of mirrored that onto my own view of beach bear’s stage presence

you two often share a mic, being on background vocals most of the time- he can’t keep still on stage, even when he’s sitting on his surf board- so it’s inevitable that you both are brushing against each other

his hips will be pushed forward, head tilted back some on a particularly complicated riff

you can hardly keep your eyes off of him- how his expression twists and hardens as he concentrates

i have this vision of beach bear slinging his guitar around you and pressing his chest to your back on stage as he plays

note: this is sort of rambly and disorganized but I needed to get this idea strangled out of me or i’d never post about it

credit: gif is by me but the source is from someone recording guitarzan/ fatz for president- i’m just obsessed with how his shoulders looked here so everyone be quiet.

[70sbastian]

i'll have real art eventually

[purpletrashsnake]

Bullshit attack

[blutomindpretzel]

Teaching you to play guitar

Beach bear x reader/user

note: sort of sentient anthropomorphic animatronic characters, reader works at showbiz but the ‘fic’ takes place in modern era just go with it, don’t tell air infector I find his character hot.

you’d 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).

you’d scrounged up some extra money over time, snagging a used guitar off some online marketplace for cheap.

another late night; you’d been wiping down tables for what felt like an hour after the insane influx of birthdays today. by the time you’d finished, the curtains for all three stages had long since shut- save for the small led’s 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, or…

you let out a long sigh- it probably wouldn’t hurt to drag the shift another hour or so. tossing your damp rag to the table’s 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 you’d 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.

“Dook?” your tone comes out impatient, scolding to try to push down the embarrassment.

“Something like that…” the voice is strained, as if trying to mask the obvious smirk beyond the tone.

“Beach bear.” you grunt. fucking asshole.

“Mhm?”

you groan, setting your guitar down and shoving the curtain open a little to peek your head through.

meeting beach bear’s teasing grin, you glare

“Shouldn’t you be home by now?”

“Shouldn’t you?” he quirks a brow, sitting where he’d always been on stage- though his guitar’d been propped up against Fat’z organ.

your head tilt forces a small huff out of him

“I was packing up.” he leans forward slightly, arms folded on his knees. “But I just got so caught up in your performance.”

“Not funny.”

he smirks, leaning back slightly on his board. “You thinkin’ about joining the band?”

“I certainly play better than you.”

he scoffs, rolling his eyes; then he gestures with his paw openly. “Give it here.”

“What?”

“I won’t break it.” 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.

“‘you know how to tune?” 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.

“You’ll be able to tune by ear the longer you play.” he explains, plucking strings quickly as he turns the pegs.

“Am I supposed to just find you anytime I need it tuned?” you scoff, keeping your eyes on him.

he’s oddly focused- unlike his presence on stage: wild, yet relaxed as though he’d 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 isn’t 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 that’d caught you looking

you roll your eyes. “How else am I supposed to learn?”

he nods dismissively, then strums once; it’s clearer, much like how it sounded in all the instructional videos online.

“Your plucking sounded fine, but I want you to show me.”

Your brows furrow, fists clenching and relaxing rhythmically at your sides.

“There’s no one else here. Well- unless anyone lives in the walls or something.”

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.

“Better,” he nods, “again.”

that pulls a scoff from you

“You’ my teacher now, or something?” you tilt you head up at him, catching his gaze.

“I’ve got nothing better to do.” he shrugs, then scoots back on his board. “Come here.”

when you don’t move he chuckles, as if amused by your nature towards him.

you’d interacted before, sure- but only in passing during when you’re closing up or between shows. Never one on one doing… whatever this was.

“I’m just gonna show you some chords.” his paws go up in defense, head tilted down.

you let out a long sigh and stand. “You’re lucky I can’t afford actual lessons.”

“These are actual lessons, you’re learning from the master, here.” he pats the vacant front of his board. “Now sit.”

“You’re far too relaxed about this.” 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. “Just pay attention, it’s much easier to just run you through the motions myself.”

he positions your fingers to both press over specific spots on the frets, and hover above the strings at the body to pluck.

“Slow. Like this.” 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 C” 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.

“Have you been watchin’ me?” he murmurs, shit-eating grin painfully obvious in his voice.

“Oh for fucks sake-“ get over yourself.

“On stage.” 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.

“You need to relax.” he blurts out, reaching up from the side of the surf board to hold your wrist- putting your playing to a stop. “You’re acting as if you glare at the cords hard enough, they’ll play like you want ‘em to.” 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.

“You don’t have to play like me- let’s stick to the facts, you can’t.” he gestures with his palm to stop just as you open your mouth to argue.

“Relax.” beach bear repeats, paw sliding up to your hand and bringing it to the body of the guitar to rest. “You’ll play better if you’re not so damn tense.”

you hate how easily he’s handling you- but you also can’t 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 can’t help but scoff as you begin playing again, repeating the scale. “Do you do that before shows?”

he shrugs carelessly, focused on the position of your hands and fingers. “Used to.”

“Right.” your eyes narrow, finishing the scale.

his smirk is satisfied when you turn over your shoulder to gauge his response

“Not bad.” he offers, head tilted to the side in a way that lays the messy strands over his hair over one of his eyes. “Maybe one day you’ll be up here instead o’ me.”

“‘Could get this place in better financial shape that way.” you stand abruptly, hanging the guitar over your back.

“I think we’d need Eddie Van Halen for that.” he huffs, watching you pack up.

“Hey.” he calls, catching you as you hop off the stage and turn towards the exit. “Ya’ did good,”he adds, “guitar suits you.”

You stare back at him over your shoulder for a moment, squeezing the strap of your guitar a little harder. “Lock the door behind you, okay?” 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!!!

[moe-dewolfe]

This scene is so funny

It looks a little bit like a family guy cutaway gag

[blutomindpretzel]

I’ve 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 i’m just tryna ease into the tumblr fandom, yall are so creative)