#puffybunz

[raging-ram-skull]

(Let's just imagine this is at a park-)

A girl with long, caramel-blonde hair sat a park bench with a guitar in her hands and a notebook sitting next to her, the cover decorated with cute stickers. She was playing a small melody before stopping suddenly. "No...that doesn't sound right." She said to herself.

(Finally got over my nerves, let's gooooo)

The ram skulled man listened to the soft melody, his eyes dimming slightly when it stopped. Shame, it sounded rather nice to him. Hopefully she'd continue it sometime soon. He leaned back, the tree behind him supporting his weight.

(Good job!- /gen)

[punk-singer-and-his-manager]

Do either of you have advice for anyone wanting to get into the music industry? I've been wanting to write my own song, but I haven't been gotten any ideas-

"Honestly? Experiment. No one's born knowing how to do this shit, unless you're just lucky as fuck. Mix and match, and eventually you'll find your diamond in the rough."

"Agreed. These things take time, no need to rush them."

[raging-ram-skull]

(My friend, you have just awakened my inner rp phase, prepare yourself- /ooc)

(Jgndjjgkdkgjgn Alright-)

[raging-ram-skull]

I am so close to dragging you to therapy myself. I'll probably get stabbed, but that's a temporary setback-

(@gible, I love this blog, keep up the good work💖)

(BHEHJFBHBHFEGVGVEFV ME???? 😳- /pos)

"Good you know the risk, then."

The ram skull headed man twirled his knife as a warning, his eyes dimming slightly. He would not fucking go to a therapist if he could help it.