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VERY NICE JOB! I will never grow tired of looking at this!

He could munch munch munch munch munch on me anytime

munch munch munch munch munch

💀💀💀💀💀💀💀 Yes

TRF | Peaceful Life

Like an accidentally picked baby truffula :^)

i return with a little onceler closet cosplay 😻 genderbent version? you can't see my face so i guess that part isn't obvious 🥴🥴 i got the background on pinterest but idk who to credit t_t

imagine me while reading fanfics 😩 JKJK

here’s my oc for my lorax twiceler au! this is like her assistant outfit, but i’ll have a seperate one for her other job (this definitely isn’t just me 🤭) i’m just gonna call her sorialice, that’s not my name but that’s what i go by online so :D maybe sorialice funce-ler?

guys i’m doing it i’m making a onceler au 😻😻 i’m gonna call him the twiceler! (let me know if you happen to have that name for yours but i didn’t see it on the list so i snatched it) my idea is that he’s like in the movie but before all the trees are gone he listens to the lorax decides to hire people to collect to remaining seeds and replant so he can continue biggering the business. he’s called the twiceler because he gets a second chance here for the company! i’ll be drawing a planter oc for this soon ^^ ik i didn’t change up his look too much but i made him just a bit fancier since the company doesn’t fail in my au

my take on the onceler table crawl 😩😩

WHO WAS GONNA TELL ME THERE ARE THREE LORAX SHORTS ON NETFLIX

guys i love every single person on here that draws the onceler i’ve seen every single post that exists and you are all just perfect

GUYS ITS ME UP THERE THATS CRAZY

guys pls ask me for more onceler fanfic and drawing requests

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 😻

Onceler x Reader Fluff (makeup time!!)

Gender Neutral Reader :D

for @arson-n-barf !

You’re sitting in your room, trying to get ready to go out into Thneedville for some groceries and maybe casual walking around. Sitting on the floor in front of a mirror the Onceler keeps around, your makeup is positioned on your lap or on the floor around you. You start by putting concealer under your eyes, and then-

There’s humming in the distance…

“Hey Y/N!”

“Hey Oncie.”

“Whatcha got there?”

“I’m just putting on my makeup, getting ready to go out today.”

“Oooo can I try, Y/N?”

You’re a bit taken aback by this, but eager to see the Onceler all fancied up. Maybe you can even force him to go to work in a super cute look… with sparkly green eyeshadow? The possibilities are endless…. This is gonna be so silly…

“Yeah, sure. Here. You need help right?”

You reach for a box of makeup you’re not using so you can still get your own done, and shove it towards him. It should have everything he needs.

“Nahhhh how hard could it possibly-”

He sees the box full of makeup and his eyes widen.

“Everything okay, Oncie?”

“I knew there was mascara and uhh… bloosh? But what is all this? I feel like I underestimated the amount of makeup people use…”

“Bloosh??”

He’s even more stupid than I first thought.

You dig through the box and pick up some extra concealer and foundation you got in a free-bie once that looks like it could match his tone.

“Alright, here. This is concealer, and this is foundation. I think we’ll just use a little concealer for you since your skin is pretty clear already.”

“It… isn’t it the same thing?”

“Nope.”

The Onceler blushes a little, feeling a bit dumb for not understanding something he thought would be so simple. You apply some concealer to his under eyes and blend it out. You then use a brush to powder his face and put the “bloosh” on his cheeks and nose.

“What color eyeshadow do you want? Any? There’s green like your suit… or pink like a thneed? Orange like the Lorax?

“I would never wanna match that furry meatloaf… Let’s do green.”

You apply a little bit of sparkly green eyeshadow to his lids and back up some to look at it.

“Cute! Okay, you already wear mascara don’t you?”

“No?”

“Your eyelashes are naturally that curled and dark? That’s so unfair…”

You hold the mascara wand up to his eyelashes, and he scoots away dramatically.

“Woah woah woah woah don’t stick that in my eyes! Are you crazy???”

“It’s not going in your eyes! I do this for myself every morning, calm down you scaredy pants!!”

The Onceler winces a little, but lets you put the mascara on him.

“There, that wasn’t so bad. Do you wanna do the eyeliner yourself then?”

“Eyeliner? You’re gonna put lines in my eyes???”

“NO oh my- alright here. I’ll do it, but you can’t move okay? No moving at all, got that?”

The Onceler does his best to sit still as you put very minimal eyeliner on him.

“Thank goodness that’s over with. Now, do you want pink lipstick, or something crazier? I can also do lip gloss.”

“What’s the difference?”

“Lip gloss is shiny, and, well, a gloss. Lip stick is… a stick? I can layer them if you want.”

“Yes, that would be fine. I think pink is fine.”

You put a peachy pink lipstick on him and some shiny clear gloss with little glitters over top.

“That’s so cute! Oncie, you look adorable!”

You reach over to get some highlighter to put on his inner corners and nose, when suddenly someone busts in.

“Hey beanpole, you-”

It’s the Lorax! His cute fuzzy butt just broke in and is now looking upon a super fabulous Onceler.

“Y/N. What is this.”

“Oh the Onceler just wanted to try some m-”

“No, I see that. I can see that he tried. This is horrendous, kid. Let me show you how it’s done.”

“Oh…?”

The Lorax grabs some of your makeup with his little orange fist and faces the mirror, putting it all on faster than you knew was possible. He turns around and…

Oh. Oh my.

The Lorax has on a super fierce look. He has bold pink and orange eyeshadow, fading out into a smokey eye. His eyeliner is black and thick, but somehow perfectly symmetrical. His cheeks are perfectly blushed with an orangey pink, his lips perfectly over-lined… He’s… He’s…

“BEAUTIFUL!!”

(You and the Onceler say this in unison.)

The Onceler grabs the fluffy pumpkin butt and squeezes him.

“Oh I didn’t think you could get any cuter! Oh this is so unexpected but so so perfect.”

“Yeah and I didn’t think you could get any more annoying. Put me down, I demand you!”

You stand back and giggle at these two now very sparkly and beautiful guys.

alright that’s it! hope that’s all you wanted it to be 😻😻

for @n4rc !! i only realized this doesn’t really count as him making pancakes after i did the sketch💔 i hope it still counts but ITS HIM😻😻😻 oh yeah and he’s not wearing clothes

guys i did it i saved the trees

Onceler x Reader Fluff

Neutral Pronouns!!

for @arson-n-barf (for some reason your name won’t come up when i try to tag you 😿)

It finally happened. Your boyfriend, the Onceler, had gotten to the lowest point in his business. His machines had cut down the last truffula tree. His family, seeing how this would bring his business to an end, up and left the second they noticed. It had been about a month since it happened, and Onceler was hidden away in his little factory home, wallowing in his misery as he finally realized what he’d done to the truffula forest. You’d tried to contact him a few times now, but each time you’d open the door a wooden mallet would quickly shoo you away. This time, you wouldn’t accept that. You knew you needed to talk to him, and he needed to talk to you.

Taking a walk from the Onceler’s wagon to his little house was always a bit depressing. What used to be lush landscape full of pink, orange, and yellow shades, was now a desolate wasteland of stumps and smog. It was a long trip by foot, but you didn’t have the resources to get there any faster at the moment. Approaching his home, you knew better than to knock on the door this time. A faint light was shining through a boarded up window, the only light you’d seen in what felt like hours.

That must be where he is…

“Onceler?”

No response. You didn’t expect it to be so easy, but you weren’t going to give up.

“Onceler. I’m not leaving until you let me talk to you! Please just say something. Anything at all?”

“Go away. I don’t know who you are and I don’t care.”

That’s harsh! How does he not know? Can he not recognize my voice?

It then occurred to you that with all the smog you had to breathe in on the way, your voice had become a bit raspier and lower. Not to a disturbing point, but apparently just enough to mask your identity. Just then, peering up at the window, you noticed a small bucket up by his window.

That’s right! Before everything went downhill, he had a bucket where he’d accept gifts from any of his fans while he was away or was too tired to come out of his house!

“Mr. Onceler, I have a gift for you.”

There was a pause, and then a longer pause. Suddenly, the sounds of clattering metal began to approach. As soon as the bucket was close enough, you hopped in - as best you could anyway.

“Okay I’m leaving now!”

The Onceler waited for what seemed like an eternity before quickly pulling the bucket up to his window. He peeked through the holes of his boarded up window and that’s when he saw…

“Y/N?”

His voice was trembling, and his eyes appeared shiny and reddish.

“Onceler, let me talk to you. Let me help you! You can get through this. It isn’t too-”

“You shouldn’t be here Y/N. The air is too polluted. Go into town, it’s farther. It’ll be safer for you.”

The bucket started to lower, so as fast as you could you swung it forward, grabbing onto the boards. You were now dangling off of them, as the bucket was on the ground.

“Y/N!”

The Onceler punched through the wood and pulled you inside. He fell backwards, and you collapsed on top of him. You could now see the state of his room. It was nearly empty, except for a bed, a drawer, and lots of tissues and empty marshmallow bags all around. Onceler hugged you tight, sniffling and crying.

“I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to push you away! I was just so lost in my own head. Will you forgive me, Y/N?”

“Of course, Oncie! I was never upset with you, I was just so worried. I wanted to tell you that it isn’t all as bad as it seems. You still have all the money you had before. You still have all this land to remake what’s been destroyed. You still have me! Unless we do something now, this will all be lost to time.”

The Onceler looked at you, and then to the window.

“Unless we… Unless someone like you cares a whole awful lot, nothing is going to change… That’s it! Y/N, you’re a genius!”

“I am?”

Onceler took your arm and pulled you up off the ground. He walked over to the little drawer and opened it, reaching in to find a little brown seed.

“Oncie… is that?”

“Yes. The last truffula seed. I think you should be the one to plant it.”

“I think we should plant it together. And I have the perfect spot. Come on!”

You led the Onceler back to his wagon you’d been staying in. Everything outside was dark and gray, but the wagon was still a place full of warm light.

“If we plant it here, Oncie, we could bring the forest back. One truffula seed at a time! Does that sound good?”

The Onceler nodded, and you got to work. Using a little shovel you found inside, you dug a hole in the ground. Onceler looked hesitant, so you took his hands in your own and planted the seed into the ground together. You enveloped the little truffula in soil, and stood back to admire your progress.

“Now it just needs…”

“I’ve got it!”

The Onceler ran inside and came back out with a little metal watering can. He watered the seed, and reached out to hold your hand.

“What if it doesn’t grow?”

“I’m sure it will. I’ve heard that truffula trees grow much faster than any other kind. We can check in tomorrow?”

Onceler nodded, and placed his head on top of yours. You felt him shaking a little. With that, you led him inside and sat down on the bed.

“Do you want anything to eat?”

“Oh, Y/N, you’ve been troubled with me enough already. I think what I’d like the most would be for you to just relax.”

You smiled, and headed over to the couch to lay down. You assumed the Onceler needed space, since he’d locked himself away for a month now. About a half hour passed, and neither of you were asleep yet.

“Y/N… I don’t want to sleep alone tonight.”

You picked up a bag of marshmallows you’d been munching on, and offered him one in his bed. You fed him some more, and eventually the two of you cuddled to sleep. With that, the night was over. The next day, the truffula seed had grown to a little fluffy pink sprout. Eventually, the two of you managed to replant almost the entire valley together. The Lorax didn’t show up immediately, but in time he came back to help out, bringing back all the wildlife that had travelled away long ago.

and that’s it! hope it’s good and fluffy enough, I got a little carried away in the beginning there 😿

GUYS MY BOYFRIEND BROKE UP WITH ME AND NOW IM GONNA HYPERFIXATE ON THE ONCELER AGAIN TO KEEP MYSELF FROM WANTING DEATH SOMEONE REQUEST ART OR A FANFICTION OR SOMETHING PLEASE I NEED TO PRETEND HES REAL HE IS REAL

I drew the characters from the Lorax movie in my own art style instead of Illumination’s while also practicing drawing backgrounds. I think it turned out great. I think Once still looks like himself which was important to me and I think pipsqueak looks so adorable. I think the sleepy little Lorax looks so cute too.

The idea behind this drawing was basically “if Once-ler’s family never showed up”. He didn’t start chopping trees down again until his mom told him to and he very reluctantly agreed, so if they never showed up he probably would have just lived a peaceful life with the animals and the Lorax, selling thneeds at a lower, tree friendly rate.