Trying to Change

  Sometimes it's the smallest decisions that can change your life forever. -Keri Russell  ((Indi Once-ler, multi-ship, multi-verse . Please read about, blog under construction. Formerly changed-man-onceler))

[changedmanonceler-blog]

Hey, changed. How is everything going for you today?

Pretty good...

[changedmanonceler-blog]

Well, hello there. Are you perchance a ler?

Hello there yourself. I am a ler. Would I be wrong in asking you the same question?

[libraford]

I am a good person. That does not make me a nice person.

[breelandwalker]

I want this on a t-shirt. And a bumper sticker. And written across the sky.

[libraford]

Alternatively, a nice person is not necessarily a good person. 

[breelandwalker]

Do not put your faith In a cape and a hood, They will not protect you The way that they should. And take extra care with strangers, Even flowers have their dangers. And though scary is exciting,

[libraford]

That song has been running through my head through this whole debacle. I’ve been trying to justify inaction because it isn’t ‘nice’ and I am sort of being petty. But at the end of the day, it is not my duty to be ‘nice.’ 

[breelandwalker]

Canny my love, take it from an old-timer who’s had many many troubles in her life that could have been avoided if I hadn’t worried so much that people wouldn’t think I was “nice” or “polite.”

Be as nice as you can be, until it’s time to stop being nice. Then rip the fucker to shreds, shake the gore off your claws, and smile as you ask, “Anyone else?”

[bronydanceparty]

[rudescience]

Unmute this.

[changedmanonceler-blog]

Nice. First, do you need help cleaning up your place?

Nah. I'm not in the tent like I was in the past. In this incarnation I like in the Lerkim, like other aftermath Once-lers.

[changedmanonceler-blog]

I hope you'll get to make some new friends. Maybe even a lover. wink wonk. or that too soon since you got here?

Yeah. I'm gonna keep a low profile on the lover scene. But friends I could go for.

[ajamieahhhhh1234-deactivated201]

Things only bullied kids will understand

-Beliving that none of your friends actually want to be your friend and they hate being near you -Hating normal things because they were used to mock you -Having to seek constant validation for your existance -Remembering particular insults you’ve been called for years and will probably never forget them -Beliving you’re too ugly for anyone to ever love -Not wanting to go to a new school/further education because you know the same thing will happen there -Having your parents tell you that you’re only being ‘teased’ -Having people wash their hands in disgust if they accidentally touch you.

[cursedwitchazel]

Remember, you don’t have to feel all of these to understand

[calamari-chaos]

-Having people say you like someone as a way to gross that someone out -Never quite trusting anyone. -Having people ask you out as a dare -”They’re only making fun of you ‘cause they’re jealous!” -”He’s only mean to you ‘cause he’s got a crush on you!” -Having to deal with bullshit ‘zero tolerance’ policies

[batter-sempai]

…well now I know why I always worry that my friends secretly hate me and spread bad rumors about me behind my back…

[cinnamonrollsnek]

She likes to hide in these blankets when I clean her tub

[changedmanonceler-blog]

You must be pretty exhausted after a long trip back home, bro.

Yeah. Well it wasn’t all that long C. It was long enough though.

[changedmanonceler-blog]

*tackles hug you* Big bro big broo! Hello !!

Hello there Miss C.

[changedmanonceler-blog]

Apperance

// I don’t have an updated picture so for now I’m gonna use this one drawn for me in 2012 by one of my old partners. For the life of me I can’t remember if it was Glasglow-ler or Poltergiest-ler mod. //

He has permanent gray stains on his skin from struggling to correct his mistake, his clothes are in tatters, but he doesn’t seem to care. He also has black goop like stains here and there from his attempting to drown himself in schlop. He also coughs up a tar like substance from time to time and has a handkerchief that he carries in his pocket to hide that fact from anyone brave enough to visit him.

[changedmanonceler-blog]

Last Words

"What are you gonna do, kill me?"

"Keep them safe"

"I need you to move on after I'm gone."

"Kill me"

"Of course I trust you."

"Just end it"

"I'll come back"

"I just want you to know that I love you, okay?"

"Watch this"

"Give them hell"

"What does this do?"

"I don't feel good"

"I can't fight anymore. It hurts too much"

"I'm scared"

"Tell _____ that I love them"

"Get out of here! Now! While you still can!"

"I'll see you in hell"

"It wasn't your fault."

"You need to trust me."

"Why is it so dark?"

"No! This cannot be! I am invincible!"

"I'll buy you as much time as I can. Don't waste it."

"Live. Do that for me. Just get out alive."

"Don't cry"

"It's a flesh wound"

"It's perfectly safe"

"I don't regret anything."

[changedmanonceler-blog]

Bio

It all started off because I wanted to follow my dream. I would make something that everyone needed and wanted. A Thneed. To make a VERY long story short I was able to create what everyone needed in one item. I created my Thneed. The success came at a huge cost however.

See I had used a rare tree to make my Thneed. I used the tuffs of the Truffula trees. My family came in as soon as I phoned and in what felt like no time flat we had destroyed a huge area of trees. I was more successful than I had ever been in my entire life by the time I was twenty-two. I had admiration of the masses, money, fame, and what I thought was the love of my family. Soon the Lorax was warning me that my success would come at a price. I scoffed at him and did my best to make the Guardian's existence on this plane a pain in the ass. Call it karma if you will but soon that came back to bite me in the form of everyone leaving me. Even my oldest friend, my family, and all the animals. Even the fucking Lorax left. They all left soon after the very last tree fell. They left me alone in the muck and mire of my former life. I was nothing more than a disappointment to everyone.

I tried to regrow the valley and make it return to the way that it used to be. It didn't work. The soil was dead. Just like my hopes and dreams. All my work trying to regrow the valley was in vain. Just like my life. All my efforts did was make me sick. I was coughing up black tar like substance from breathing in all the smog and soot. My skin was stained gray in places. My green suit suit that I had once been so proud of was now hung off of my even more slender frame and were tattered. MY old clothes from my pre-success days were not much better off. They were tattered and covered in the same soot and dirt that stained my skin. It was soon after I realized that nothing was working that I tried to drown myself in the former pond. That didn't work. I awoke on the edge of the pond covered in schlop with a voice ringing in my head that sounded like the fucker. "You can't die until you fix what you have done." With those words ringing in my head I dragged myself to my Lerkim.