Oh yeah, this is the famous inventor of the thneed - the One-slur.
(AUTOMATIC SUBTITLES ON YT ARE CRAZY SOMETIMES HAJAJAJSH)
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It came to my attention that the public has questions... Well, I can give you some answers through the AMA sessions.
Just the good ol' complaint box is no longer useful as such. We should try some new methods(and tech!) to stay with our customers in touch.
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-Mrs. Funzler Mrs. Funzler!
-Yes? Mr. Onceler?
-Mrs. Funzler send in Ms. O'schmunsler!
-Ms. O'schmunsler for Mr. Onceler
Valentine's Day draw!
thanks to the random guy who wanted to see them together, I did this for you!
They're having reacreational time for sure, with letters and money, and two holes in Onceler's business office.
Btw imagine 72ler spanish voice please c:
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Dom! onceler 1972 x fem! reader who is his wife like a very typical housewife pleasee
━━ ✧ 𝐝𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧
─ ✩ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 ; onceler (1972) + reader
─ ✩ 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 ; please note that this story portrays traditional gender roles
─ ✩ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ; smoking
you were the picture-perfect housewife, and your husband, the onceler, was the epitome of a successful businessman. your home was filled with the scent of freshly baked apple pie, the clinking of fine china, and the occasional, unmistakable aroma of cigars.
onceler was a man of many facets. he had a way of commanding your attention with just a look. yet, he was also so sweet in his own way. he often called you "dear" and "darling," and his rare moments of tenderness made your heart swell.
one evening, you were in the kitchen preparing dinner, the aroma of your signature pot roast wafting through the house. you wore a floral apron over your well-pressed dress, your hair neatly styled, and pearls adorning your neck.
onceler entered the kitchen, his presence demanding attention. he exhaled a cloud of cigar smoke, and you could smell the faint musk of his favorite brand in the air. he watched you for a moment before his deep voice broke the silence.
"the roast looks delicious," he said, his eyes never leaving you. "but you know i prefer it medium-rare."
you nodded, setting the utensils down. "of course, dear. i'll adjust the cooking time."
he stepped closer, his hand gently cupping your chin, tilting your face up to meet his gaze. "that's better. you know how to please me."
onceler's dominant nature was always present, but it wasn't unkind. he appreciated the effort you put into being a good wife. as you continued to prepare dinner, he watched your every move, his critical eye noting the details you'd overlooked.
but it was the evenings when the two of you retired to the living room, the soft glow of the vintage lamp casting warm light, that you cherished the most. he'd sit back in his armchair, cigar in hand, and you'd join him on the floor by his feet, your head resting against his leg.
his fingers would run through your hair as he spoke, sharing stories of his business ventures and his day. he'd ask about your activities and interests, showing genuine interest in your world.
it was a life of duality, but one that you had chosen. onceler may have been demanding, but he was also loving and appreciative. in his own way, he showed his affection and made you feel cherished as his dear housewife.
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