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So, I'm sort of taking a break from Bleach fis and fanart right now because I got hooked onto the Lorax fandom. The Once-ler character is just so adorable and I got swept up with the estrogen brigade over the Once-ler.

That being said, I'm collaborating to write a fanfic with XxPandaLover27xX about the Once-ler and our OC character, Friday.
To clarify some stuff:
It's not that she doesn't have eyes, it's just that her hair is so long in front that it covers her eyes.
She's of irish descent so she does speak with a sort of brogue.
She's the youngest of seven kids, so she does tend to be a bit immature when things don't go her way.
Although she looks short in this pic, she actually is pretty tall for her age(a few months short of 18) and reaches shoulder height of Once-ler. Also, she has naturally rosy cheeks and tans easily but doesn't have freckles.

If you have any questions, ask.

Here's a a sample of the fic writing.

"Could you carry me?" Friday asked, burning with envy at the little swomee-swan on Once-ler's shoulder. She was not too short, but he was a tree compared to her and she often wondered what the change in height would feel like. Most of all, she wanted an excuse to be closer to him. There was some solace that she was not an adult yet and so could continue acting like the baby her older brothers and sisters called her. Yet she was embarassed at what she had just said.

"Excuse me?" he asked as he set the cygnet down.

"Nothing. Never mind. I didn't say anything. Oh, isn't it so nice today?" she hoped that the effort of small talk would lead him away from what she had just asked.

He was persistent. "Oh, really? I could've sworn that I heard you ask if I could carry you." He leaned in closer, a widening smile on his face. It greatly annoyed her how intimate he could act towards her, yet she had no ideas if he did 'like' her or that he thought of her as a very good friend.

A part of her wanted to immediately accept his invitation. Another art of her was hesitant about it because she had been shocked to find out the other week that despite him being taller than her, the shirt he had tried to lend to her had been too narrow for her to wear. She worried hat he would not be able to support her. It appeared that he could read her mind, "Come on. I'm sure you're not that heavy. Besides, all this" he jokingly flexed a skinny arm, "is muscle."

She took him up on that challenge. He crouched low so that she could have easier access to be carried on his back and she felt her nerves challenged as his hands hooked underneathe her knees. Although she was relieved that she was not too heavy for him, she was still anxious as she felt his frame tremble beneathe her. His hat poked her in the head and to remedy that burdon, she took it off his head and held it in her hands. He did not say anything and so she assumed that he did not mind. But just to be sure... "Do you mind if I held onto your hat?"

"Nah, just don't drop it."

Another benefit of the removal of his hat was that it allowed her a better view of the sight before her and to have her head closer to Once-ler's. She was amazed when she realized that she was seeing everything through Once-ler's height, and the thought had her feel more connected to him. She could not deny that what she wanted from him was more than friendship. He had a charm about him that simply attracted her and she wanted more of it. However, she was sure that he did not think of her any more than a little sister. Surely, she thought, he must have someone that he likes. In the time that they had known each other, she had never dared to bring up romantic feelings or relationships because at first she did not care and now she would not think of asking anything that could cause damage to her heart and ego. Her arm tightened around him. "Please don't let me go."

"What did you say?" he asked, his head slightly turning back.

"Don't drop me!" That was a save.

He hitched her up onto his back higher and she felt the giddy delight in her stomach churn when the grip of his fingers on her knees grew.

Description
So, I'm sort of taking a break from Bleach fis and fanart right now because I got hooked onto the Lorax fandom. The Once-ler character is just so adorable and I got swept up with the estrogen brigade over the Once-ler.

That being said, I'm collaborating to write a fanfic with XxPandaLover27xX about the Once-ler and our OC character, Friday.
To clarify some stuff:
It's not that she doesn't have eyes, it's just that her hair is so long in front that it covers her eyes.
She's of irish descent so she does speak with a sort of brogue.
She's the youngest of seven kids, so she does tend to be a bit immature when things don't go her way.
Although she looks short in this pic, she actually is pretty tall for her age(a few months short of 18) and reaches shoulder height of Once-ler. Also, she has naturally rosy cheeks and tans easily but doesn't have freckles.

If you have any questions, ask.

Here's a a sample of the fic writing.

"Could you carry me?" Friday asked, burning with envy at the little swomee-swan on Once-ler's shoulder. She was not too short, but he was a tree compared to her and she often wondered what the change in height would feel like. Most of all, she wanted an excuse to be closer to him. There was some solace that she was not an adult yet and so could continue acting like the baby her older brothers and sisters called her. Yet she was embarassed at what she had just said.

"Excuse me?" he asked as he set the cygnet down.

"Nothing. Never mind. I didn't say anything. Oh, isn't it so nice today?" she hoped that the effort of small talk would lead him away from what she had just asked.

He was persistent. "Oh, really? I could've sworn that I heard you ask if I could carry you." He leaned in closer, a widening smile on his face. It greatly annoyed her how intimate he could act towards her, yet she had no ideas if he did 'like' her or that he thought of her as a very good friend.

A part of her wanted to immediately accept his invitation. Another art of her was hesitant about it because she had been shocked to find out the other week that despite him being taller than her, the shirt he had tried to lend to her had been too narrow for her to wear. She worried hat he would not be able to support her. It appeared that he could read her mind, "Come on. I'm sure you're not that heavy. Besides, all this" he jokingly flexed a skinny arm, "is muscle."

She took him up on that challenge. He crouched low so that she could have easier access to be carried on his back and she felt her nerves challenged as his hands hooked underneathe her knees. Although she was relieved that she was not too heavy for him, she was still anxious as she felt his frame tremble beneathe her. His hat poked her in the head and to remedy that burdon, she took it off his head and held it in her hands. He did not say anything and so she assumed that he did not mind. But just to be sure... "Do you mind if I held onto your hat?"

"Nah, just don't drop it."

Another benefit of the removal of his hat was that it allowed her a better view of the sight before her and to have her head closer to Once-ler's. She was amazed when she realized that she was seeing everything through Once-ler's height, and the thought had her feel more connected to him. She could not deny that what she wanted from him was more than friendship. He had a charm about him that simply attracted her and she wanted more of it. However, she was sure that he did not think of her any more than a little sister. Surely, she thought, he must have someone that he likes. In the time that they had known each other, she had never dared to bring up romantic feelings or relationships because at first she did not care and now she would not think of asking anything that could cause damage to her heart and ego. Her arm tightened around him. "Please don't let me go."

"What did you say?" he asked, his head slightly turning back.

"Don't drop me!" That was a save.

He hitched her up onto his back higher and she felt the giddy delight in her stomach churn when the grip of his fingers on her knees grew.