imtheonceler:

greedfilledonceler:

It had been a busy day for the Once-ler. It’d had been a jam packed day full of multiple meetings and constant paperwork until nine O’clock at night. Feeling he deserved a rest from all of this, he made his way to his office and stood in front of his mirror. “Just look at you,” he muttered, rubbing his eyes tiredly, “a whole day of work and you’re still looking great.” He grinned at his reflection even winking. 

A few moments had passed and he was still staring at himself. It was almost unnerving how much he had enjoyed his own company and how many compliments he had been giving himself over the year. He leaned in closer to the mirror and pursed his lips. Nobody was home, he had no plans with anyone. “Man, I am just so amazing.” He purred, pressing his lips against the mirror. 

Meanwhile in the past - or another universe, however you’d like to look at it - Oncie was also staring at his reflection fondly. He’d been complimenting himself a lot, telling himself how talented and admittedly, how he was not so bad-looking as he might have thought originally.

He grinned at his reflection in the mirror, and it seemed to grin back just as much.. though there was something off about it that he didn’t quite notice at first. He just brushed it off and continued staring, observing how tall he’d grown over the years, and how wonderfully skinny he was.. how his freckles neatly covered his face and his blue eyes were bright and youthful.

As his lips pressed against the reflective glass, something felt wrong as he put some pressure on it. The glass felt more like water and before he had the chance to react, he slipped through, shrieking. He had no idea what was happening but it wasn’t long before he landed face first somewhere.

Crashing forward, he fell forward onto the other, his lips still pursed from his short journey through the mirror. His eyes were closed tightly in fear of something horrible happening and as he felt a soft landing, he peeked open an eye only to see  his younger self. He quickly scrambled off of the other, burning bright red in embarrassment having honestly not expecting this. 

It had been a busy day for the Once-ler. It’d had been a jam packed day full of multiple meetings and constant paperwork until nine O’clock at night. Feeling he deserved a rest from all of this, he made his way to his office and stood in front of his mirror. “Just look at you,” he muttered, rubbing his eyes tiredly, “a whole day of work and you’re still looking great.” He grinned at his reflection even winking. 

A few moments had passed and he was still staring at himself. It was almost unnerving how much he had enjoyed his own company and how many compliments he had been giving himself over the year. He leaned in closer to the mirror and pursed his lips. Nobody was home, he had no plans with anyone. “Man, I am just so amazing.” He purred, pressing his lips against the mirror. 

imtheonceler:

greedfilledonceler:

Well, we should just let the weirdos draw and like this stuff.

I mean, it’s not harming us personally, right?????

It’s not.. harming us… it’s just.. I don’t get it?

I really don’t get it either. 

I mean.

We really just shouldn’t question it.

greedfilledonceler:

imtheonceler:

greedfilledonceler:

imtheonceler:

greedfilledonceler:

imtheonceler:

merry birthmas (◡‿◡✿)

——-

fRICKING
WHY DID YOU SEND ME THIS

…I…

What is this?

….I don’t-

… Is this that Oncest stuff people are talking about?

Well, we should just let the weirdos draw and like this stuff.

I mean, it’s not harming us personally, right?????

heres ur present

imtheonceler:

greedfilledonceler:

imtheonceler:

greedfilledonceler:

imtheonceler:

merry birthmas   (◡‿◡✿)

——-

fRICKING
WHY DID YOU SEND ME THIS

…I…

What is this? 

….I don’t- 

… Is this that Oncest stuff people are talking about?

Because I am very creeped out by this.

Is it? 

Well, to make it clear.

I’m not romantically interested in myself…

And I don’t think I ever will be.

Weirdos… 

I’m not either.

I don’t even understand why this thing.. whatever it is.. was invented.

Neither do I.

I mean, sure, I’m a great looking guy but I wouldn’t want to make out with you or anything.


 

heres ur present

imtheonceler:

greedfilledonceler:

imtheonceler:

merry birthmas   (◡‿◡✿)

——-

fRICKING
WHY DID YOU SEND ME THIS

…I…

What is this? 

….I don’t- 

… Is this that Oncest stuff people are talking about?

Because I am very creeped out by this.

Is it? 

Well, to make it clear.

I’m not romantically interested in myself…

And I don’t think I ever will be.

Weirdos… 

heres ur present

imtheonceler:

merry birthmas   (◡‿◡✿)

——-

fRICKING
WHY DID YOU SEND ME THIS

…I…

What is this? 

imtheonceler:

greedfilledonceler replied to your post: So, are you some projection of my younger self that Moustache set up to make me feel bad even though I’m doing pretty good? ‘Cause it’s not working.

Wait. What? Okay. What on earth are you talking about? Other selves? Are you trying to say…

No, it’s just the Once-ler. I don’t really think I’d have some weird name change, man. 
I have better stuff to do than that.

So…”Once-ler”, how are you? 

WHAT MAKES YOU FEEL BETTER WHEN YOU ARE IN A BAD MOOD?

Oh, that’s a pretty easy question! 

I like to sit back with my guitar and play a few tunes. That is, if I get the time to relax and lighten up my mood. 

Okay, I’m here to stay.

Ma doesn’t know I’m on this site so, I’m free to do what I want.

I’m such a rebel…Don’t go tell her or anything.
I’m kinda supposed to be working.