unchained melodies

indie rp blog for dook larue of the rockafire explosion. selective, multifandom, multiship, oc friendly tracking: dookiiarue

[dookiiarue]

heyyy like this for a starter !!

[dookiiarue]

“Huoohhh man... I must’a slept for days.

           Where’s an alarm Beach Bear when you need ‘im?”

[dookiiarue]

i wanted to be a SPACEMAN,

                               that’s what I wanted to be.

                                                     now that i am a SPACEMAN,

                                                                                 nobody cares about me.

[fhreya]

yesterday night the sky was super clear

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*Pulls up to stoplight and looks to left* 

[heartsnmagic]

[dookiiarue]

like this if any of you guys wanna rp with dook? mutuals only pls c':

[dookiiarue]

look i drew a sad baby dog

[dookiiarue]

huahhh i need to sleep holy cow. its past midnight and i need to be up in siX hoURS

g’night all, i’ll see if i can be back tomorrow~ uwu

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"How does this thing work?" Dook called out to the bear as he held his wooden banjo, casually plucking at it's strings. The poor dog was a drummer, not a guitarist, though he was always curious about them...

Billy Bob was watching the dog. He laughed out of amusement at the question. “Well how do you think it works, Dook? It works like any other guitar.” The bear answered.

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“I’d sure love to try out the drums, but I don’t think I’m cut out to hold drumsticks…” Billy Bob glanced down at his paws. “My paws aren’t exactly as free as yours, all the paddin’ and whatnot…” He chuckled softly.

[dookiiarue]

      “Man, I don’t think I got the paws for guitars, either! All squish, no claw.”

Which was true. Besides, most of the performing he did was onstage, in costume, so he wore his gloves most of the time, another thing that could get in the way of plucking those strings. As fascinated as he was, he’d just have to let guitars go.

     “But lookit you! You’ve got the claws for guitars, Billy Bob. You an’ Beach both. I ain’t ever seen nobody pick it like you two do.”

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💕 “Yeah I was fucking afraid you’d say something like that….”

She rubs at her face with a long sigh departing from her mouth. The only reason she was here was BECAUSE of kids. And don’t get her wrong, she loved the little munchkins to death, but she needed a serious smoke break or something before she lost her sanity!

[dookiiarue]

     “Heh... ‘m real sorry, miss. You aren’t the only guest that’s asked that same question before, believe me.” 

The dog chuckled a little, rubbing at the back of his neck. “Kids’re, uh... a ‘lil tough at times for me an’ the band, too.” That... was an understatement. The Rock-afire has had their rough times--misbehaving children that would come in and try and climb up onstage while they were performing, who would tug at their fur and tails, who would even throw things onstage at them. Boy, did he sleep real well those nights.

[dookiiarue]

fathernoel

    “SANNA CLAUS?”

Cue the excited dog bouncing up off of his seat to make a quick dash over to the jolly man, his tail wagging something fierce. Funny, Christmas was almost two weeks earlier, he thought...but, here he was, Santa Claus himself. After Christmas. Who’da thunk?

        “Man, oh man, Mr. Claus, it sure is nice t’ meet ya,” Dook beamed, trying his hardest not to let himself get too excited. Which was terribly easy for him to do.

[hillbilly-cinnabear-deactivated]

"How does this thing work?" Dook called out to the bear as he held his wooden banjo, casually plucking at it's strings. The poor dog was a drummer, not a guitarist, though he was always curious about them...

Billy Bob was watching the dog. He laughed out of amusement at the question. “Well how do you think it works, Dook? It works like any other guitar.” The bear answered.

[hillbilly-cinnabear-deactivated]

“And I’m sure glad our drummer is someone like you, Dook.” Billy Bob smiled sweetly toward the dog. “You’re real talented with your fancy drumset over there. I wouldn’t know where to start with the drums, haha…” His ears drooped but his smile stayed.

[dookiiarue]

     “Aww, heheheh--shucks, Billy Bob,” He felt himself blush a little out of embarrassment at his friend’s compliment. He wasn’t as good as Dingo, but he was glad someone appreciated his hard work anyways.

“Man... guess we’ve both got instruments we ain’t gonna understand too easy. Tha’s alrigh’ though--jus’ means we can help each other out if we wanna figure ‘em out.”

[dookiiarue]

oh my god i’m seeing so many mettaton memes on my dash tonight i followed the right bloGS

[dookiiarue]

i wanted to be a SPACEMAN,

                               that’s what I wanted to be.

                                                     now that i am a SPACEMAN,

                                                                                 nobody cares about me.

[hillbilly-cinnabear-deactivated]

"How does this thing work?" Dook called out to the bear as he held his wooden banjo, casually plucking at it's strings. The poor dog was a drummer, not a guitarist, though he was always curious about them...

Billy Bob was watching the dog. He laughed out of amusement at the question. “Well how do you think it works, Dook? It works like any other guitar.” The bear answered.

[dookiiarue]

     “Uh, yeah, I play drums, ‘member?” 

Dook laughed, offering the bear a shrug of his shoulders. “I wuz never really too familiar with guitar... m’ dad got me into the drums ‘nd that’s about it.”

[dookiiarue]

eyyy i got a bunch of new followers. my mutuals should totally like this for a starter B)