#dononceler

[the-don-onceler]

“It’s been a while.”

((i miss him sometimes. a lot more than i’d like to admit,tbh. running this blog catapulted my drawing skills because i was drawing on a daily basis. and looking back i guess Don was probably too far-fetched as a Onceler, but hey, he’s hot and i still love him nonetheless,haha.

[shadyvaati]

Don/Noir/Nega glovecest (◡‿◡)✿ because i love them 

[ask-pimp-greedler]

[artzzombi]

Re-upload: Zombie AU Don & his Twins, Doc's Death

[the-don-onceler]

Don and Gamble-ler nubcats...because they're cigar-smokin' buddies.

[the-don-onceler]

Don's expressions practice.

[askgentlemanonceler]

My Dear, Gentleman, would you like to come over for a spot of tea and some Biscuits?

Yes, that sounds lovely. We should invite Don!Once-ler and Noir as well.

[the-don-onceler]

(ZombieAU drabble) They'd managed to escape to the roof of the low building,both of them immediately coughing as they were exposed to the smog-filled air.The atmosphere thick with black smoke,from fires that burned from most of the wreckage in town.At least it wasn't filled with air-borne viruses.

They had nowhere to run.Shock had sacrificed himself to buy them time to escape from the incoming horde,all they could do now was wait until the pack of undead beings left.Then they'd run for the truck.Yes,That was the plan. The Don barely had time to mourn for one of his boys' deaths,when Lock began to heave not far from him,having collapsed onto the floor and coughing wildly,blood and green goo pouring from his open mouth as his body convulsed in spasms.The man immediately rushed over to his bodyguard,leaning him against the wall as the younger man breathed heavily,the whites of his eyes turning red with microvessels,tendrils of green snaking up his neck and his face. Then the mafia Onceler noticed the bloodied sleeve.Carefully pulling back the blood-soaked fabric,he discovered a cut.Not deep,but obviously proving enough to be fatal.Lock was changing.Changing into one of them.

"We have to get you out of here.The serum's in the truck and we'll run for it,I..I'll carry you...Come on..!" Don urged his sniper to stand,only to have a weak arm grab his wrist."It's too late,Boss..."Lock coughed,more bodily fluids flowing from his mouth."I can feel myself changing..."he turned his head to search for his beloved rifle,then reaching out to grab it,only to be stopped by his leader. "Stop it! It's not too late! The serum will help!" The Don argued desperately,grasping hold onto the assassin's head.

"I...I know I'm in no place to..-cough- ask for anything more from you...Sir..."Lock wheezed,"But please..." he  pulled the heavy gun towards them with much effort."Make it quick.I don't want to hurt you." And he heaved another load of stomach contents onto the floor next to him. "No.I won't do it.You stay with me! That's an order!" The mafia boss shouted,shaking the young man. Lock chuckled,an choked sound,"I'm sorry...Boss..." and he pushed the weapon against Don's chest,"Please." And his neck suddenly snapped violently to the side,as he let out a guttural shriek,clawing at his own stomach."DO IT!!!" the sniper screamed.He was changing,and he didn't want to become a mindless monster that would harm his master.Pulling the barrel of the rifle to his head,Lock looked up at his leader,eyes bulging as he fought the pain,"It was my honor to serve you,Mr.Onceler.Thank you...For everything." he managed to choke out as clearly as he could manage,ignoring the sensation of a thousand daggers slicing through his insides.

Another wave of excruciating pain wracked through Lock's body,"PLEASE!"he screamed again,and the echo of a gunshot resounded in the heavy air.

Then,silence.Only the crackling sound of the burning structures and truffula trees.The faint groaning of the living corpses that wandered the streets below.

A tear slipped down the Don Onceler's ashen cheek,as he looked to the crimson sky.Saying a silent prayer for his Twins,the only people that meant anything to him.