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VENT ART IM TIRED
MORNING FLIGHT!
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Venerum Wazowski
the colour stone
a fanart thing for shyroselove
Im bad at these lol
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Micheal-afton 
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11.04.2021
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Micheal-afton[OP]
11.04.2021 20:50
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Micheal-afton[OP]
11.04.2021 20:50
LinkSo your oc has been good friends with Banshee for a while and over the time your oc has spent with her she has never actually told your oc anything about her past. Your oc was curious to know since she is one of the most known pop-stars of their age. So your oc asks her about her past and unlike her normal persona, she goes quiet.
Micheal-afton[OP]
11.04.2021 20:50
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11.04.2021 20:50
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“Oh no! Im sorry- its not your fault!” She said being caught off guard
((Oh ok))
“No, not really.” She said and paused for a moment, putting on a small smile. “Nobodies ever really cared to know my past or me in general”
"I care!"
~they wrapped their arms around Banshee, emailing, and hugged her~
"I can make you feel better! Do you wanna sing? Do you wanna draw? Do you wanna"
~they kept rambling with ideas~
"..and what ever your secret is, it's safe with me and Ogie!"
((The cat from the song oc who I'm using))
“Its just- Ever since around 13 or 12 years ago i’ve never been really ‘normal’ “
“Experiments done on me in the past and bad dieting”
(Thats alright!”
sus
i got this and now im goin to use it
"Sorry for asking, im just a little curouis (How tf do you spell this damn word). You dont have to answer me by the way!"
Curious? Lmao)
“I guess I just didn’t expect it heh,, its not often anyone really cares about where I came from or my opinions.”
"Your Opinions are very important! I am really interested in where you came from. YOu dont need too tell me, im just very very very very very Curious."
(thankz thankz i cant spell)
“I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to tell you- but you cant tell anyone.”
“I trust you. Ok so where should I begin, well I lost my parents at a very young age and I was forced to take care of myself.”
(i need a thingy to get back on here, im too lazy to go on the followed page and scroll back 😀)
“Well, I was walking home one day and a van pulled up to me. They said they could make all my dreams of being famous come true if I came with them. Being the child I was, I trusted them. One thing led to another and I woke up in a lab. From then on, they remodeled me. Doing experiments to make me quote on quote ‘Beautiful’ and giving me singing and acting lessons. I was on an unhealthy diet to keep my weight in check”
“Ever since that day its been the same thing..singing,acting,dieting,,,”
"like a routine, on and on, on and on, on and..
I feel so ducking bad for you."
“Don’t, after all, its my fault. I shouldn’t have let my greed blind me..”
“Thanks- but we need to stay quiet about it,, those people manage me and if they figure out that I told someone then they’ll get mad and who knows what they’ll do”
"oh hell that is so- Can i help you somehow??
How can persons do this.."
“Im not sure, these are dangerous people and have tried mutating themselves to make them stronger”
“Yeah- but dont worry about me,,ill be alright” she smiled warmly
"You will be alright? i dont trust that saying. Are you sure i cant help somehow?"
“Well, no. Im not sure. Im not sure if i’ll be fine or if theres a way to help but i’ll strive to live on for as long as I can.”
"oh.. ok..
YOur life goes like a damn routine. thats not good.
on and on and on and on and on and on and on and-"
“Yeah. Its been a little over a decade now of the same thing. I can see why your concerned..”
"I wish i could help you.
but its going
on and on and on and on adn on-
im sorry for annoying you with my on and on, but- yeah i kinda- its weird to explain."
“Dont worry about me though- the fact you cared to know about me and my past at all make me feel content”
Kindor diaries: I listened for an answer, but there was nothing but silence, feeling that I could have just hurt her feelings I looked away and flattened my ears in shame. "i'm sorry.." I looked at the lights of buildings and such.
