#lorax fanfic

[whatiwishfanfiction]

Reminder that Chapter 9 is up

While I like the concept of Once-ler having a mean, selfish family that shows why he turned out the way he did, I'm going to make it clear that listening to them and destroying everything was his own choice.

 

EXCERPT

It was unsettling how much having his family move in made Once-ler's life feel exactly as it had before.

Somehow they still managed to make him feel like the one imposing, despite them being in his house. It wasn't long till his closets were full of their clothes and shoes, and his ice box with things like "Brett's pickles, don't touch." "Gizette's hot sauce. No Oncies allowed" or "CHET ONLY" signs on the orange juice. Yuck. Once-ler patiently pushed the orange juice aside to fit eggs and milk for his pancake batter.

Since the time he'd seen them, Gizette had taken up soccer and now kept her equipment thrown across his lawn. It appeared she'd gotten her glasses somehow, glittery pink frames that she left laying around and never wore. Brett and Chet brought parts of motorbikes they fiddled around with, that Once-ler never saw in the long grass before they tripped him. His Ma seemed to have gotten even more knickknacks, clothes, and yarn than ever for someone who always complained about having no money.

However, he didn't know if he should complain because of how much she helped with the company. In fact, she helped a little too much, staying up all night on the phone, networking, negotiating, planning ads, and scheduling meetings for him to attend. She seemed to have become an expert manager overnight.

"Didn't you know I got a degree in business when I was in my early twenties?" she told him. "I used to help yer dad back when he was first startin' his wood cuttin’ business." Once-ler had not. She had never mentioned having any helpful skills up till this point.

Some of her ideas were better than others. Once-ler did appreciate the plans to expand the market, like with the promotions she took charge of. He liked the new top hat she picked out for him, to make him look like a proper CEO. And thanks to her fundraising efforts, the blueprints for his factory were becoming a brick and mortar reality atop the nearest hill beyond his window.

However, when it came to her suggestion about chopping down the trees to gather the leaves faster for their expanding customer base, Once-ler was annoyed.

"No. Truffula Trees take a hundred years to grow back, so that's not a good business strategy. Why don't we just use ladders?"

“Well, that’s pretty demanding of you,” said his Ma. “You make us move out here to help you, and won’t even provide the proper accommodations. Brett fell off one of those dangerous old ladders the other day, and got a big purple bruise on his nose. It’s not funny, don’t laugh. You gotta learn about bein’ a decent boss.”

Once-ler’s Ma’s opinion of a good boss seemed to be one that gave her whatever she wanted. Well, why did he have to give his family whatever they wanted all the time? His stubbornness was, indeed, the last thing still keeping him from getting out his ax and being done with it. The ladders and picker really were a pain. It would be easier to just yell “Timber!” and harvest a whole head of leaves from a fallen trunk, but he didn't want to give his family the satisfaction.

Oh, and there was his promise to the Lorax too.

[kissorkill16]

Jealousy: A Lorax Fanfic

By JJ

Summary: Melvin is jealous that the Onceler is spending so much time with Pipsqueak.

Melvin just sat near the wagon, watching his human hold Pipsqueak like a newborn baby, and cooing at him like one too. Not that he would ever admit it, but Melvin was jealous.

Ever since the Onceler made a promise not to chop down anymore trees, he's been spending so much time with the hummungfish, Swomee Swans, and barbaloots, especially Pipsqueak. It's not like he despised the little guy, but he just didn't like that his human was paying more attention to him than Melvin.

Sure, it kind of made sense since Pipsqueak was a tiny little cub, but it still felt kind of unfair.

He remembered the good old days when it was just them two. He still remembered the day they first met. The Onceler's father had bought him from a farm far away from their house, and was gifted to the young boy for his 6th birthday, and they clicked instantly.

The Onceler came back to the house to get something, when he saw Melvin sulking near the wagon, and he got a little worried.

"Hey, Melvin. What's wrong? Why're you being such a sad sack?"

Melvin turned away, almost as if he was still angry at his human for being away from him for so long.

"Melvin, what's wrong?"

Melvin still wouldn't answer, he just turned away again.

The Onceler kept trying to come face to face with his mule, and each time, he kept turning away. It wasn't until they were both tired and flopped down to the ground when they were finally face to face.

"Well, we're making eye contact now. So what's up?"

Melvin pointed his head to Pipsqueak, who was now curled up into a ball and sleeping peacefully. When he did that, the Onceler finally understood what was going on.

"Melvin, are you jealous of Pipsqueak?"

The mule nodded his head, shamefully looking down. The Onceler scooted closer to Melvin and wrapped his arms around his friend.

"Melvin, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to neglect you. Pipsqueak's just so darn cute and I get a little crazy around cute things, but that doesn't mean I forgot about you. And I promise, no matter what happens, and no matter who I spend my time with, you'll always be my best friend!"

He squeezed Melvin in a tight hug, and Melvin was happy to have his human back. Maybe now, he could give Pipsqueak a little break.

[car6onatedsugar]

“ is it over..?” [Greed-ler x oc angst]

Dani had finally done it. After showing and presenting her latest invention; ‘The anything writing thingamajig’, life has been good. She made a dealership with the all-knowing Once-ler, whom of which was currently at his peak with the Fashion business. His Thneed has skyrocketed and showed the world - mostly the citizens of Greenville - his overall potential.  And after the past 5 months, the two seemed to have...strengthen their trustworthy bond. Which is how we ended up here. Dani stood at her doorstep, staring at the roses which he held in her hands. A deep crimson blush faded into her face and thoroughly into her cheeks.  This was it.

  This was all she’s ever wanted... And so she stood at his office door, to talk and to speak and to resonate with the Once-ler. Taming a greedy corporate business leader was not unheard of, but Dani was one of the lucky few who got to act upon such things. She could see him at his best, in his happiest moments. To the Once-ler, Dani was one of the rare few whom he could trust with everything. Aside from his Secretary, and his Assistant, Dani; the lead for Engineering and Design - was the closest to him.  To Dani, she loved him. So dearly, she felt as if she could rip out her own eternal organs and give them to him. She would...she would take her own life if it benefited him. She had never felt this way before. Not over her past lovers, not even her own friends. She felt as if he was everything to her. She had grown so attached, it pained her to think about a life without him.  So she sat in his office, on his lap. She stared at him lovingly. Her face a pastel shade of pink. He stared back at her, his blue shimmering sunglasses elsewhere. He had a loose grip on her waist...He couldn’t believe it. He almost thought he was in the presence of a goddess.  They were a match made in heaven at first - Dani having the ideas, and the brilliance with these products. The once-ler, having the power and the overall money to make her dreams come true whilst making himself the richest man in the lands.  Then? They were birds of a feather. They shared passionate kisses, as their tangled legs had moved in a more comfortable position.  It was perfect. Everything was, perfect. Up until now, as Dani was choking back tears at her envelope she held in her hands. Oh? was she crying tears of joy? inside the envelope was an invitation to a wedding. oh.

...

oh, no.

Her hands shook violently, as she covered her mouth with both hands; dropping the letter. The Once-ler stiffened, feeling the knot in his stomach tighten. She knows. She had collapsed onto her knees. She felt like vomiting. All this time. He was inlove with another. He had a Fiancé.. He led her on. All this time! She shook, staring at her naked body. she never thought she would trust, anyone with her bare body. She felt../like a toy. She felt like a side piece, a purse.

He watched her. He felt himself being drowned and washing up with an intense feeling of guilt. He never meant things to go south. But...He couldn’t find the words to explain himself. His marriage was arranged. He...he never loved his Fiancé. He could only give in, for shame of what his mother would think. After all, she had...given him the idea to cut down the trees in the first place. And look at where it got him! And...the Lorax. but... It didn’t matter anymore. None of it mattered. 

The only thing that did? Danielle. And how...How much this would impact her.

She felt herself on the verge of a panic attack. This was not new. But she had never felt so...so stupid. So ignorant, and so utterly disgusting. She wanted to claw at the skin on her face, tear out her hair. For ever thinking that her life was going to take a turn for the better. She hated herself so much, in this very moment for letting herself go. The Once-ler took a step forward, towards her. But Dani had gathered her clothes, and proceeded to lock herself in his personal office.  He sat outside her door, listening into her quivering sobs. Her sniffles, as he coughed and hiccupped.  Inside, Dani quickly changed back into her attire. She covered her mouth as she stared at the painting of him. She caressed his face and felt the beautiful swirls and paintbrush swishes on the canvas. Artistry was...such a beautiful thing. She couldn’t help but gaze into his eyes. His green eyes, the ones of which she once thought she could stare at for hours.  She felt more tears prickle at the corners of her eyes, as she headed towards the door. She sat on the opposite side of which The Once-ler was sitting. She listened to him breathing. She had suddenly gained the courage to stand and open the door. He quickly looked up, just to have her run past him. He got onto his feet and chased after her. And before she could reach that door, she felt an iron fist grab onto her wrist. She blinked and looked back at him. His face looked so...pained. The same face who had led her on. The same face that she found herself staring at for minutes at a time. When he was outside her office, when he was talking to another, when he was merely listening to her speak about her products and inventions. The same face which she kissed repeatedly. The same in which she could’ve stared at his lips. His lips in which she kissed blissfully. Every single time she had ever kissed him, she felt like she was floating - ascending.  The same face which inflicted this... this pain.  “Dani, I’m...” The Once-ler spoke gently. He wanted to console her, to hold her into his arms again. “I’m sorry.”  Those two words are what broke her. If he was, would he have led her on like this? If he was, would he have just stared at her.  If he was, would he know what to do? If he was, would he have inflicted his onto her? If he was, would he have still have her to keep? Dani shoved her arm away. The Once-ler tried to take another step closer. “is...is it over?” She asked. The word ‘over’ struck The Once-ler like a lightning bolt. If he could, He would want her to stay. But he was hit with too many emotions at once.  She furrowed her eyebrows and had opened the door. “I...I just wish you could’ve loved me. As much as I do love you.” With those final words, she had left. The door shut with a click. There was no going back. She’s gone.

[franticfanficloremakers]

mordetwi walked so spamceler could run

hope you all enjoy and cringe at this cursed art @harveyhaslostit made

[sirenmoth]

please don’t come for me but why does john price remind me of the once-ler?

IM SORRY BUT

[yeehawpim]

So spotify did a thing recently and I thought I'd draw something about it. 😂😂😂

[sorialice]

i don’t understand why people don’t get the onceler fandom,,, we’re not the ones that made him sexy and submissive illumination was 😻

[em0zombie]

the emperor reversed

Onceler X F!reader

MAIN STORY MASTERLIST

(also posted on Wattpad: @-beachboy !)

1. Fresh Start

It was a quiet ride to truffula forest, "Sorry about my mother back there.." Onceler apologized for his mother's actions. You wanted to smack him in the face for apologizing for his mother's behaviors, but you couldn't do that. His mother never liked you either, maybe she was scared of her son getting all successful and you stealing it- like you'd ever steal anything. "It's fine, Isabella needs to grow up and see that we both hold success in our future!" you place an arm around his, right arm up in the air, "Thneeds and Candyality!" He certainly was glad someone had trust in him. "Yeah, exactly!" Onceler responds and you grab both of yours blueprints from the back to look over them.

...

     "Are we there yet?" You groan while laying in the back. No response, "Oncie- I asked are we there-" siting up straight you see the view that you're in. All of the trees with pink and orange hues sway in the wind, you couldn't believe your eyes. "They're all, something alright..." your crus- friend speaks aloud. "Yeah!" You get out of the wagon and so does he.

     "Good job, Mellie..." you hand the mule a carrot while your friend watches. "Why are you staring at me like that! He needs to be given another treat!" "You're gonna make him gain weight that he doesn't need!" Once yells from the back. You roll your eyes and feed the mule another carrot, he deserves it after having to deal with the two of y'all this whole trip.

...

The house was pulled out and held the two of you perfectly fine, until it came to the bed situation. There was only one.

     "It's fine we can share no big deal!" Once said as you tried to hold in your excitement. "Better than when then the bar-bo-loots tried attacking us..." you mumbled while bringing your luggage inside. "Wait what?" Once yelled out, no response. Sighing, you sit on the bed wishing he was right next to you. God that stupid crush of yours was something dumb, you didn't mean to have it- it just happened? Growing up with the guy you saw how tall he was compared to other kids and how he had a kind heart to...some people?

Outside you can hear Once cutting down a tree which means he's starting to make more thneeds. From one of the windows you can see him dragging the tree, damn was he strong. He turned to see you staring at him, sent a smile your way that you returned back. You got off of the bed and took out your plans for your idea, Candyality.

The idea was basically a candy brand; lollipops, marshmallows, chocolate you name it! Your sweet tooth showed which Onceler would crack a joke about sometimes.

As you're going through your plans you heard bickering outside, Oncie and another man? Standing up you start to see a part of the house falling inward which causes you to scream while running out the door.

...

"What the hell was that?" The Lorax asks, Once almost yells at him again. "That was Y/N!" You hear the two yelling at each other from the back and you walk around to see the commotion.

"That damn wall almost fell onto me! Once, I thought you tied the foundation down-" you're cut off by seeing the short orange figure. "Who's this?" You point in confusion, the figure is appalled by finger pointing. "He calls him self the Lorax, he speaks for the trees." Once mocks. You bend over to see the man, "What an interesting species..." "Why didn't you tell me you had your girlfriend in there! I would never hurt a woman!" Lorax points at you, your eyes in shock. "Woah woah woah!" The two of you say in sync, "We're just friends!" Once states placing a hand on your shoulder. You nodded replying yet the Lorax sees otherwise.

"This man right here tried hammering pipsqueak into the ground!" You look at Once with frowned eyebrows, he doesn't like the sense of judgment coming from you. "Woah woah! You tied him to it!" he defends himself, "I would never hit this little guy! You however, I would gladly pound you and your mustache into the ground!" You couldn't help but giggle, he could never hold his temper. "For shame..." Lorax states, the other animals agree with him. "Look here I'm gonna chop as many trees I need to and you can't stop me!" You realized how bad this may start to get, "And replant them to help the forest stay as it is!" You lean onto Once's side, "Yeah!- what?" He replies.

"Yes! If we cut down trees we have to replant the same amount to keep the balance, and cut only a certain amount each time!" The Lorax becomes skeptical of this idea, but at least he keeps his trees. "I've done research and truffula trees only take 10 years to grow compared to any other tree that takes about 20!" Once is confused, "Are you on his side or mine?" he points to the orange man with his hammer. "Both." you state placing a hand on his shoulder with a mocking smile, you walk over to the Lorax.

"Believe me, I'll help replant them, I can see how much they mean to you." He still seems hesitant, crossing his arms you stand up and drag Once inside to have a talk with him.

...

Closing the door as you're about to have serious discussion with him, he yelps. "Oh what is it now? A spider again- Woah!" You turn around to see Lorax on the desk. "You've left me no choice..." he falls onto the ground, "If you do not replant those trees, all the forces of nature will be released upon you!" Once seems scared yet you're just confused. "You have been warned..." finally ending his monologue. You grab the door to open it for him as he struggled. "You have been warned..." closing it you turned back to Once. "Pound him and his mustache into the ground, really?" He places his hands into the air, "What else was I gonna say?!" You let out a small laugh and go over to the fridge, "What do ya' wanna eat?" You ask leaning and grabbing some stuff out.

...

"It was one tree, Y/N," Once sits down on the bed with his food stuffed mouth, "One tree! Not like I'm gonna cause chaos..." That's what you were most worried about, if it all went down hill. "Don't worry, if I'm by your side nothing will go wrong." Sitting by his side you eat some spaghetti, "And if you help me with my project as well!" Giving him a soft punch on the arm he looks back at you, "I'm glad to have someone like you by my side, you keep all of that hope inside of me..." You chuckle and eat, "Okay no need to get all sappy now..".

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Hi! Sorry if this chapter was pretty short, I'm busy with graduation and college stuff right now so yea 💀 I'll make a new chapter soon!! - Val

[moonymelly]

— The Start of Something New —

The small mule slept outside in the grass, the soft wind of the morning tickling his long soft ears. His eyes slowly fluttered open, but he stayed put. There was no reason to get up yet, if he wasn't needed.

He was a verryyy laid back guy.

He looked around with those half-lid, bored eyes of his, smacking his lips. Lots of grass, even though the family he was now a part of wasn't very good at maintaining it. They had a bad habit of uhh...accidentally killing what they grew from time to time.

But it was fine, he guessed. If he could shrug he would, it didn't bother him all too much. His ears swiveled to the sound of stirring from within the house, loud voices chattering like chipmunks.

He heard two little boy voices faintly from inside the house, even though he couldn't really, y'know, understand what they were saying.

"...DONKEY?!" "MULE?!"

"Yes dears, I brought you a baby donkey!! He's outside, go do whatever ya want with it."

"WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!" And before he knew it, two little boys came tumbling out of the house, their shoes not even on and their bodies still clad in pajamas.

The baby mule tilted his head, even raising a brow. Two? Of the same person? They looked exactly the same, sounded exactly the same...He huffed. He didn't care, whatever.

The two boys swooped and cheered upon laying their eyes on the animal, tripping over each other as they bounded over to it.

"MULLLLLLEEEEEEEEEEEE" "DONKEYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY" Before he could react, the two small humans jumped on top of him, making him involuntarily roll over onto his back.

"I'VE ALWAYS WANTED A--" "--DONKEY!!" They giggled while poking his nose and and tickling his ears. The mule brayed in slight annoyance but once again internally shrugged. Whatever. This was his family now, he supposed.

"BOYS!! C'mere and get yur breakfast!! We prepared it already!!"

The two identical children perked up and immediately they beamed, jumping off of the mule and running over to what the the baby guessed to be their mother.

And just like that, the two were gone, leaving the baby mule covered in torn up grass and leaves, his eyes perplexed.

Well....back to eating grass. Or sleeping. Whatever.

He shook off most of the dirt from his fur, then slowly settled back down into a comfortable position.

Just as the wind slowly rocked him to sleep, his baby eyes slowly drooping into slumber, he heard that same door click again.

He huffed. Great. Just as he had gotten comfortable.

With a mule-like-sigh he lifted his head up, eyeing the door with perked ears.

Huh...a different small human.

This one eyed behind him nervously, then eyed the small donkey, then back and forth until finally, he held his breath which inflated his round youthful face, tip-toeing outside.

Once he slowly closed the door behind him, he immediately beamed, running his small body over to him as he giggled cheerily, tripping over small pebbles and his own feet.

The baby mule braced for impact, shutting his eyes as he expected the same treatment from him. This child had to be from the same family, so he must also be pretty rowdy.

Instead, however, he...wasn't tackled? Wearily opening one eye, he now saw that the small child was on his knees, a big smile on his round face, his blue eyes and their lashes blinking with joy, his smile showing gap where a recently lost tooth had been.

The mule tilted his head, carefully inching his snout to the child, sniffing it. The child laughed, tickled by the warm breath tickling his face.

After his giggling died down, he pouted, brushing off the rest of the torn up grass and soil from the mules fur.

"Awh no...what'd they do to you? How mean..."

The baby mules eyes showed a rare emotion of his: Being intrigued. This small child was...helping him out?

The child smiled once he brushed off all the dirt, then placed his small hand on the mules snout, petting it softly.

"I think they're gonna forget about you in around two days, baby. But dontcha worry, I won't!! I'll be your friend, if you'd like."

He cheekily smiled and gently grabbed the mules head, making it nod and mimicking a dopey voice.

"Oh yesss Mr. Onceler!! I'd love to be with you every day!!"

The child giggled, letting go of the mules face and instead now snuggling into it warmly, his soft black hair tickling the mules snout.

"I can't wait to have so much fun with you, baby mule. We're gonna be the best of pals, right?"

Something inside of the mule’s heart warmed and he snuggled back into the child as well, huffing out another warm breath which caused the child to smile, closing his eyes.

This child was sweet, real sweet. Yeah…he could tolerate this kid.

[coldemergency]

Voldemort: Where on earth did you get that massive bruise???!

Harry: I fist fought the Whomping Willow

Voldemort: Why would you even think of doing that?

Harry: I was asserting my dominance

Voldemort: And you lost

Harry: and I lost

[londondungeon2]

omfg it’s almost midnight here and i have to get up for work at 5 AM but let me compose at least some of my thoughts …

ok idia x robot girl! reader … hear me out 🥺

someone he creates to cure his loneliness of companionship in a tender way that ortho just cannot do; ugh i’m imagining a plain head just sitting on the desk, stripped down to the metal and skinless; him asking which eye color you like the best until it lands upon yours;

the midnight conversations as he builds a body; the pining from the reader (is it actual pining or are you just scraping the edges of desperate self perseverance so he doesn’t trash you like the other models); kind of dream-like transition between adding each body parts (like imagine yourself lying in a tub of ink — cheeks, nose, lips, a slight peel of your forehead visible — and eventually it all drains down as more and more body parts are added);

the first very touch of human flesh upon you; the cracked polystyrene blinks that you give with twitchy eyelashes; you siphon your romantic tendencies between a messy mélange of gritty 18+ hentai and victorian romance novellas; idia pours his damned and tormented soul into making you perfect for him and you pour yourself willingly into the image, designed just for one man <3

past midnight edit:

BRUH TO THIS SOnG

yeah to this fuckin banger

((past midnight edit again: there are really only two ways you can go with robot main characters: the building process or the robot being oblivious and thinking they are human (Ex Machina or Twilight Zone) i enjoy both sooo much))

[whatiwishfanfiction]

I was only going to release one chapter every Wednesday, but felt like posting more for fun. Comments/likes/kudos are REALLY appreciated, so I can get an audience. Please share this novelization with anyone you think would enjoy it.

I've been working on it for an abnormally long time, and got really carried away doing multiple drafts, especially for the later parts. The aim was to make it better than one of those professional Disney movie novelizations. Hopefully it feels like a full satisfying book with a lot of little things that connect and foreshadow.

[kissorkill16]

Butterfly Milk: A Lorax Fanfic

By JJ

Summary: The Onceler discovers what butterfly milk is.

The Onceler was just sitting under a pink Truffula tree and playing his guitar.

"Na na na na na na na na na na na na na na ~ 🎵"

Just enjoying the day, when he saw a beautiful butterfly pass by. The butterfly was hot pink with cotton candy pink stripes, and it was sparkling, almost as if it was covered in glitter.

"Wow. You're the most beautiful butterfly I've ever seen."

Before he could examine it more, the butterfly flew away, so the Onceler decided to chase after it. He followed the little creature to a little spot under one of the Truffula trees, filled with sparkling butterflies with so many different colors.

"This place is absolutely beautiful, I think I'm gonna cry."

Then a tiny little drop landed on his forehead, he wiped it off, and was surprised to see that the thing that dropped on his head was a beige color white.

He looked up to see where it came from, and he saw a cocoon, but it wasn't like a butterfly cocoon, it was much bigger than that. This cocoon was leaking out, and it was sagging a little bit. About a second later, the giant cocoon dropped and came falling down. If it weren't for the Onceler's tallness and fast reflexes, the thing would've burst to the ground.

The Onceler slowly opened the cocoon, and it was filled with the same beige liquid that dropped on his forehead, then all the butterflies came swarming around him.

"Woah! Guys, I wasn't taking it, I only caught it!"

However, instead of biting him, they looked like they just wanted him to try some of their beige liquid. The Onceler was hesitant at first, but eventually dipped a finger in the cocoon, and tasted it.

It tasted undeniably sweet, almost like vanilla and honey. The liquid made the Onceler's brain turn to jelly, and suddenly, the world exploded in colors. It was magical! He slurped up more of the liquid, and the world looked like it was heaven.

Meanwhile, the Lorax was looking everywhere for the Onceler. He asked the animals, but they seemed to not have any idea either. The Lorax was on the brink of giving up, when he suddenly saw a tall and lanky figure jumping up and down.

"I'm walking on sunshine, woah ~ 🎵"

"Beanpole!"

The Onceler turned around to see the Lorax, and he looked really red. In his eyes, instead of seeing his normal orange fur, he saw red, his moustache was still yellow, but he was mostly red.

"Moustache, what happened to you?"

"Me? What about you? I've been looking for you, where have you been?"

"Oh, I was with the butterflies. They generously let me have some of their little liquid thing from their cocoon, and it tastes so good."

The Lorax was confused for a moment, then his eyes widened in realization.

"Kid, that was butterfly milk."

The Onceler seemed to not be paying attention to the little orange guy, he was just wandering around with a big dopey smile on his face, butterfly milk dripping from his lips. He started stumbling a little bit, and almost fell over. Luckily, a bunch of nearby barbaloots came just in time and pushed him back up.

"Come on, Beanpole. We're going inside."

A few hours later, the Onceler was back to normal. His vision cleared up, the world wasn't so colorful anymore, and his smile was gone.

"What happened?"

"Hey, beanpole. Yeah, you drank some of the butterflies milk and started acting all weird. At first, I wondered if your schizophrenia was acting up."

The Onceler was glad it wasn't his schizophrenia, but he still took out his pills.

"So is that what butterfly milk is?"

"Yeah, it's safe for animals to drink, but humans get all fuzzy."

"Well I'm glad it's kind of safe for humans."

"Why?"

"Because I might want some more."

[lament-of-lydia]

𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄-𝐋𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 [ 𝐎𝐍𝐄 ]

``𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐲, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢'𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥.`` 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐢 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐯𝐞𝐬𝐭.

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𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝘭𝘦𝘵'𝘴 𝘣𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘵, 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬. 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘩𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘩𝘴 𝘢𝘨𝘰 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘥𝘢𝘺, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘣𝘰𝘯𝘦-𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘶𝘨 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘵𝘰𝘵𝘢𝘭 𝘰𝘧 5 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘴. 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴..𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘦, 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥, 𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳'𝘴 𝘭𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘶𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘮. 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦, 𝘪𝘧 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦-𝘭𝘦𝘳, 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘢 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘳 𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘮 𝘰𝘳 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥, 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘧, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘳𝘦𝘥. 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘬𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘴, 𝘯𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨.. 𝘩𝘦'𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘴𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵𝘭𝘺, 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘺𝘰𝘶 (𝘦𝘹: 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘱) 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴, 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨. 𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘥𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘢 𝘵𝘰𝘯, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯, 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬, 𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘦𝘨 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘢 𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘥𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘶𝘵: 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴.𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨, 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨, 𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘺 𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘺 𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘺, 𝘰𝘳 𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴. 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶, (𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩, 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘣𝘣𝘪𝘦𝘴) 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘞𝘐𝘓𝘓 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩, 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦, 𝘯𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘯. 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦-𝘭𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘸𝘬𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 100% 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘳. 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺, 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢 𝘧𝘦𝘸 𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘬𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦-𝘭𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘩𝘪𝘮. 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘶𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘴, 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘳 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘴. 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 /𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘬𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭.

(𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘺 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩 𝘱𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴. 𝘯𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦.)

𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘯, 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦. 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘢 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘉𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘊𝘩𝘦𝘵𝘵 𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘺𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘴𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘥. 𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘧𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺.

𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴 𝘢 𝘤𝘢𝘣𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘷𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘥𝘶𝘤𝘵𝘴. 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘪𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘧𝘧 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘪𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘩𝘺. (𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘴𝘩𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸-𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘶𝘮𝘦, 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳.)

𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘓𝘖𝘝𝘌𝘚 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘳. 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦-𝘭𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥, 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘢. 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨, 𝘯𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭, 𝘰𝘳 𝘣. 𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘻𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴.

𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴. 𝘢 𝘵𝘰𝘯. 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘧𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘺 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴. 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 12 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘧𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘯 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘰. (𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦, 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘤𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘢 𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘮𝘣 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘸𝘢𝘺.)

𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘝𝘌𝘙𝘠 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘺 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘳, 𝘢𝘴 𝘪'𝘮 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸. 𝘪𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘥𝘥𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦, 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘣𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘚𝘖. 𝘍𝘜𝘊𝘒𝘐𝘕𝘎. 𝘊𝘓𝘐𝘕𝘎𝘠 𝘪𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘥. 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘶𝘱 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘴 𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘴 𝘸𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘵, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘴.

𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘺 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯. 𝘸𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘶𝘱 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦? 𝘩𝘦'𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘧𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘧𝘺 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 (𝘳𝘢𝘳𝘦) 𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘶𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴? 𝘩𝘦'𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘣𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘶𝘱. 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘳𝘺 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨.

𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘬-𝘣𝘰𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘬𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳, 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘨𝘢𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘫𝘢𝘳. 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳��� 𝘥𝘢𝘺, 𝘩𝘦'𝘭𝘭 𝘱𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘬, 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘳 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴, 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘧 𝘢 𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘪𝘱𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘩𝘦'𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯.

𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘣𝘰𝘯𝘥. 𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘵 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘶𝘱𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘰𝘵 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘨𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘮 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘴𝘩𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘴.

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another work of art

yeah so my good friend (and fellow co-writer/author) @mysticbloodrose decided to make this for the characters we used in The Fanfic with Five Names, gotta say its p fitting

[becki-here]

GUYS LISTEN please there are on tumblr once I saw a very old art where the Once-ler repairs some machine for doing the thneed. And there were a headcanon about him that tells he wears his long gloves because he injured his hands when he was doing something on the factory BUT I can't find it anywhere or any other information about this headcanon (⁠´⁠-⁠﹏⁠-⁠`⁠；⁠)

Sooo if you guys remember something like this or maybe have it saved please share with me‼️ I've already started to think that it was just a dream but I almost sure it wasn't hahahsjs