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melodiesofblueroses · 3 years

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𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘤𝘴 𝘸/ 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴

-𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺: basically general eyesight and glasses hcs for each of the demon bros

-𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘳𝘦: general

Lucifer

he doesn’t like the look of glasses, so he often doesn’t wear them

he thinks that glasses are an unsightly look on him, and as diavolo’s right-hand man, lucifer wanted to look both frightening and presentable

thus, he opts for contacts most times, though he may put on his glasses once in a while when he was alone

contacts were his go to option since they were practically hidden. he doesn’t like the idea of others knowing that he had a weakness: his eyesight

(spending hours reading documents at a dimly lit desk is sure to strain anyone’s eyesight)

lucifer is farsighted, so he often doesn’t see the need to wear his prescription since he’s often standing up and presenting

plus, he had to rest his eyes every once in a while

and when he does need to see close up objects, it was usually when he was alone, so lucifer really had no trouble putting on his glasses then

since it was sort of a secret, sometimes his brothers forgot he wore them since lucifer was rarely seen with them on

whenever he did wear his glasses, they were always slightly taken aback until they remember that his eyesight sucks

when the exchange student sees him with glasses, they get a slight heart attack just from how attractive he looked (seriously, who gave him the right?)

probably pesters him to wear it more often since he looked rather dashing in them, to which he complies after much annoyance

wouldn’t admit it, but lucifer loved to see you swooning over him, so he often found himself wearing his glasses whenever you were around (only if the two of you were alone though)

Mammon

he is seen wearing glasses only when sporting his casual look, so most often others think that they’re just for show

he likes the pop of color they add to his outfit, so in a sense, they were an accessory, but they were also perscription lenses

i think that mammon has astigmatism, so he definitely needs to wear either glasses or contacts if he wants to see anything

he prefers contacts over glasses, which is why he’s often seen without his iconic tinted glasses

like lucifer, mammon didn’t think that he looked good in glasses, and he was a bit insecure of the fact that he even needed glasses, so he often chose contacts instead

(the only reason he wore glasses on his casual attire was because the tint matched the rest of the outfit. plus, he agreed that it was the only time that glasses looked good on him)

he also believes that contacts are a lot less work since he didn’t have to worry about misplacing them throughout the day

he just had to put them on in the morning then could wear his contacts all day. and they were invisible, so they wouldn’t get in the way of his usual antics

definitely has slept with his contacts on a few times since he forgot to take them out

thus, he sometimes woke up with dry and irritated eyes

when you came to the devildom, mammon realized that you seemed to absolutely love his tinted glasses, so he made it a point to wear them around much more often, if only to impress you

you think that they’re just for show at first, until you put them on and realize that they’re prescription lenses

mammon is embarrassed that you found out, but you reassure him that it didn’t matter in the slightest

Leviathan

my guy definitely has some eyesight problems from how often he strains them playing games or watching anime

since he’s nearsighted, he doesn’t really wear his prescription often since he’s always seeing things that are close to him, such as the computer monitor or manga

the only time he really wears them is if he needs to go out, but even then that’s not often

he alternates between glasses and contacts since he doesn’t really mind either. it entirely depends on his mood and whether or not he wanted to try and put in his contacts that he often struggled with

although he wears both and alternates, i feel like he may prefer glasses because he thinks that they make him look cooler

thinks it makes him look like one of those cool anime guys so levi ofc loves it

(levi definitely has pushed up his glasses more than a few times to imitate the glowing glasses thing)

plus, glasses were way easier to take on and off (levi would admit that he’s slept in his contacts a few times because he was dead tired)

he also has his glasses and contacts match up with the characters that he’s cosplaying, including wearing colored contacts in order to match the character’s eye color

levi also loves to design new glasses to go along with them

when you pointed out how cute he looked in glasses, levi swears he had an out-of-body experience

he’d never had anyone compliment him on his glasses before, so levi really takes it to heart

whenever he wears his glasses, he remembers that one compliment and becomes all flustered. you played with his heart way too much

Satan

satan always made it a habit of his to wear glasses when reading or even doing his RAD homework

although satan has 20/20 vision (he’s one of those lucky people), he still absolutely adored the look of glasses

in his mind, glasses made him look like an intellectual

since satan believed that knowledge made a person respectable, he extended that to glasses as well, falling into the generic way of thinking that those who wear glasses appear to be smarter

so he always carried decorative glasses on hand to wear whenever he was reading something

also fits with that entire academia aesthetic he was going for lol i believe that satan cares very much for looks and wants to appear put together

(plus, in his mind, he looked damn attractive in them)

for a while, his brothers think that he’s farsighted for how often they see him wearing glasses whenever he’s reading

when they gift him reading glasses for his birthday, satan laughs and says that they’re merely a fashion accessory

everyone always forgets that and mistakes him for being farsighted, as well as the exchange student when they first meet him

when you comment on how sexy you think he looks with glasses, satan feels accomplished in a sense

it’s not like he needed the validation, but it felt nice either way

he does feel a bit guilty though since you seem to believe that he was also farsighted lol

Asmodeus

asmo absolutely hates wearing his glasses

for one, he thinks that he looks absolutely dorky in them (asmo knew that he looked good in them; he just didn’t like their style)

secondly, he was embarrassed to admit that he needed prescription lenses even if it was totally normal

the only time he ever wore them was if they complimented his outfit, and even then he’d insist that it was nothing more than a fashion statement

would also wear them if he forgot to put on his contacts that morning. he didn’t want to seem like a fool as he constantly ran into things and squinted at objects from afar (one time that happened and his brothers never let him live it down)

more often than not, asmo chose to wear contacts since they never got in the way

asmo is nearsighted, so he tries his best to sit as close to objects as possible, such as always sitting in the front row of RAD (he still can’t see the board but i digress) or bringing his books way too close to his eyes

his eyesight isn’t as bad as the others though, so he could sometimes afford to go a day or so without them. things were just going to look a bit blurry from afar

one day when asmo forgot his contacts and wore glasses, you pointed out how good he looked in them and asked why he didn’t wear them more often, to which asmo is a bit taken aback

like yeah, he did look good, but you liked them? really?? it was such a strange thing to hear

when he looked in the mirror, asmo would realize that you were right

damn, he did look amazing. why didn’t he wear them more often?

would definitely make an effort to use them more afterwards

Beelzebub

like satan, beel is one of the lucky few in the house of lamentation that didn’t need glasses or contacts

his eyesight was perfect as is, so he could never understand the struggles his other brothers went through

i feel like he’d try out his one his brother’s glasses at some point just to get a feel for it

his perception would immediately falter and the entire world seemed so round. plus, wearing such strong lenses gave him a headache (seriously, what was up with levi’s eyesight?)

felt sympathetic for his brothers since their eyesight was blurry as hell

he’s the type that would help them out such as looking for their misplaced glasses

(he may have sat on them on more than one occasion since he wouldn’t have noticed them)

even if beel is practically a gentle giant, i can see him accidentally destroying his brother’s backup glasses more than once since his grip was so strong

as for fake glasses, beel wasn’t too fond of them

he really didn’t like how they looked on him. they looked bulky and a bit tacky, at least that’s what he saw

if on the off chance you complimented how well he looked in them when you once put some on him, beel would be confused

beel wouldn’t really change his mind on them, but if you said that he looked good, then maybe he should give them a second chance

Belphegor

he was the last of the trio that had perfect vision, so belphie often made it a point to rub it in his older brother’s faces

(particularly asmo who seemed to be extrememly jealous of his eyesight. he loved hiding asmo’s contacts so that he would be forced to wear his glasses that he hated so much)

though asmo was the easiest to tease, belphie absolutely loved making fun of lucifer and his “deteriorating eyesight”

belphie always had some snarky remark to comment whenever he saw lucifer passing by, such as to watch out for that little rock on the road before he tripped over it, since he couldn’t see anything in front of him

sure he may be lectured afterwards, but belphie found it to be worthwhile

he also played pranks on them, such as hiding their glasses and amusing himself as he watched them trip over their own feet as they tried to find them

he always acted innocent whenever the others asked where he hid them, acting as if he had absolutely no idea what they meant

belphie hated fake glasses with a passion since they always looked way too tacky for his tastes

not only that, but whenever he put them on, he was reminded of his older brothers, and belphie couldn’t stand that

one day when he was napping, you secretly slipped on some glasses on him to which he woke up to

he grumbled to take them off, way too tired and sleepy to move, and ignoring your comments that he looked so cute in them

when he was alone, however, belphie would put some on due to your compliments, and look at himself in the mirror with them on

as much as he hated to admit it, you did have a point, but he’d never let anyone know that

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #Obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #headcanons #general #sincerely a glasses wearing fan lol

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avis-writeshq · 4 years

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1 to 15 and 41 to 50 for the self ship asks!! :3

Avishi Self-ship Asks

Not at me forgetting to answer this ;-; okie here we go! Buckle up because this one’s pretty long hehe

1. where was your first date?

A cafe or just somewhere we can go talk 😌 I love cafe dates so we probably went to a bubble tea store or Starbucks hehe

2. who normally plans the dates?

It’s mutual haha depending on the situation, I might plan one date and Akaashi might plan the other! I try to make things as mutual as possible if I’m in a relationship (not that I’ve ever been in one LMAO)

3. what type of dates would you two mostly go on? do you guys have a “date spot”?

Not so much ‘date spot’ than ‘go-to date’. Busy people lead busy lives so any time where it’s just the two of us spending time together can be considered a date (to me, at least hehe). We typically go on small, quiet dates like cafes or picnics. There is the rare occasion when we go to loud festivals or carnivals though!

4. what kind of date do you think both of you would enjoy together the most? why?

Honestly, I’m fine with anything as long as there isn’t any strenuous exercise LMAO >.<

5. how do you think your friends would feel about them being your bf/gf/partner?

I asked my friends to answer this LMAO

I’m 98% sure that they’re very happy about Akaashi being my boyfie bahaha

6. how do you think their friends would feel about you?

UHHHH I think they like me??? I sure hope Bokuto-san likes me at least just a little bit hehe

7. who would most likely help the other study when they’re struggling in a class?

KEIJI WOULD HELP ME 100%. Mathematics isn’t my strong point and Akaashi is a good student so I don’t doubt for a second that he would be above average at maths \(￣︶￣*\))

8. how would you know them? ( ex: same homeroom, same route to school, etc.)

Oh! I answered this question here but I basically said:

“Hehe, I’m feeling same homeroom vibes? Either that or Shirofuku asked for me to become a manager bahaha >.< I also like the idea of taking the same train or going to the same cafe after school! So basically, anything to do with school XD”

9. what do you think your first impression of them would be?

UHM: Mah boy who gave you the right to be this perfect ASJKDJA *insert me fangirling to my friends*

10. what do you think their first impression of you would be?

“What a dumbass lmao.” NO IF IT WAS I’D CRY T^T it would probably be: “ah, she’s quite active in class.”

11. who’s more awkward in the relationship?

OKAY THIS- OKAY LISTEN. I’m awkward because I’m shy and I’ve never been in a relationship before and I think Keiji might be awkward because he’s new to relationships. BUT Keiji anon has been smooth af so I think I’m the more awkward one BAHAHA ( •̀ ω •́ )✧

12. who initiates verbal affection more?

Probably Keiji. He’s very good with speaking and his words, so he’d be great at showering me with kind words. Of course, I love to express my care to others with words as well, but probably not as much as him hehe

13. who initiates physical affection more?

ME. I’m not even afraid to say it BAHAHA I love cuddles and I love to be held. Honestly, I’m pretty touch starved so-

14. who gets more embarrassed by verbal affection?

Me haha self explanatory >///<

15. who gets more embarrassed by physical affection?

Probably Keiji because self explanatory 🤪

41. what are traits they have that would annoy/upset you?

UHHHHHHHHHHH maybe working for a long period of time and not taking breaks? Schoolwork is hard to get through, not to mention that he does volleyball as well. Both being extrememly strenuous and tiring, I’d worry for his health and well being :’)

Post timeskip, being an editor is a pretty demanding job and again, pulling all nighters isn’t healthy so maybe just not paying attention to their own health is something that I’d be upset about.

42. how often would you guys probably fight? what would they normally be about? would they be big or small?

I’m a mediator, so I try to find a compromise in situations and Keiji’s pretty logical in his thinking! I don’t think we’d have huge shouting matches, but more like discussions about how to move forward. Big arguments would probably just be us snapping or losing our temper because we held all our emotions in for too long

43. who would probably get sick more often? who would baby the other when sick? who acts like they’re dying when they get a stuffy nose?

OoFt I think we get sick the same amount? Honestly, I don’t get sick that often, but when I do it’s REALLY BAD. Like... really concerning XD Eh, we’d take care of each other I think lmao

44. who has the worst patience? does the other balance this out?

I have... okay patience and Keiji has the patience of a SAINT. LIKE HE’S SO PATIENT??? WHAT??? I have average patience I think

45. which one suggests trips to stores at 3am?

............................................... probably me. no comment.

46. who is a morning person? who is a night person?

We’re both night owls >:)

47. out of the two of you, who would be the one to kill / get rid of the spider?

I have arachniphobia i didn’t come here to get attacked ;-;

48. who reminds the other of things? ( ex: appointments, tests, etc.)

I’m forgetful AF thanks Keiji for taking care of me :’)

49. what is the pace of the relationship? ( ex: started dating after a few weeks, takes months/years, act couple like right off the bat, need time, etc?)

I feel like we both took the time to get to know each other and then we started dating hehe. I like getting to know people first before jumping into anything, and I think Akaashi would agree! Not gonna lie, we’d probably only tie the knot like... 3-5 years into dating sooooooooooooooooooooo (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)

50. who said the first “ i love you”? was it immediately reciprocated, or did the other person wait?

I’m chicken, but I feel like it would have slipped out by accident 😳😳 i feel like he would have been like “😀 what” before processing and then saying it back haha

I hope I didn’t bore any of you guys! Thank you Rina for the ask!

send in a selfship ask? ✉

@gwiy-omi bc i was talking to you about this bahaha

#avishi 🕊🏹#ask avis #rina 💐

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raevenlywrites · 5 years

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Elevensies Tag

Tagged by @chaos-reign and @carrotgirl-1 fiveever ago, let’s see what makes a Raevenly write, shall we?

Da Rules: Do 11 questions, make 11 questions, tag 11 people. Or however you wanna do it. Just as long as you’re having fun ;)

I’m gonna front load my questions and tags so you don’t have to read all my long winded ramblings :P

Tagging: @yuutfa @borntomezmer @cirianne @jaimistoryteller @nectareouswrites @ratracechronicler @silvertalonwriteblr @katekarl @pens-swords-stuff @endlesshourglass and @oceanwriter

1. What do you mainly write?

2. When did you start writing and why?

3. If you could pull one character from your work into our world, who and why?

4. Do you create other art for your worlds (maps, songs, art?) If so, shaaaare please?

5. What’s one work you’d like to try to adapt to another medium (comics, screenplay, etc?)

6. What gets you really excited to work on a piece?

7. What’s the weirdest question you’ve ever had while writing?

8. What part of a scene comes to you first?

9. How much time do you spent on non-writing writing (moodboards/playlists, researching, etc?)

10. What’s been your biggest point of growth as a writer?

11. What do you want to say to the writeblr community?

And now onto my questions. All TWENTY-TWO OF THEM

1. Do you hide any secrets in your books that only a few people will find?

Kinda? There’s a lot of crossover characters, so like “that weird guy you met at my cousin’s birthday party” might very well be Ruth, or Roanan, or Zig. But otherwise nothing really intentional.

2. If you could ask one successful author three questions about their writing, writing process, or books, what would they be?

Oh man I have no idea. I become a complete dork when talking to my heroes. Maybe “How could you?” “How dare?!” and the like

3. Do you have a library membership?

I sure do! I use the digital services to check out free audiobooks all the time!

4. Ebooks. Yay or nay?

Eeeehh? I don’t do much visual reading lately, e or otherwise

5. What feeling do you want readers to get from what you write?

I want them to love these idiots as much as I do. My goal is make everyone feel like my OC is their best friend whom they love and cherish and want to smack upside the head when they dumb.

On a grander scale, I want my work to help normalize diversity. It’s time for more stories about queer people, brown people, disabled people, people people.

6. What time of day are you the most productive?

If I figure it out, I’ll be sure to let you know.

But seriously, when I’m well rested enough to wake up naturally (instead of being drug from a rem cycle by the alarm) then I do my best writing first thing in the morning over coffee.

7. What is your writing Kryptonite?

SCENE LAYOUT. I am forever losing if someone is sitting/standing/lying down, if they already poured the cup of coffee, if they ever put those pants back on, etc. I just don’t really “see” my scenes, so I’m not grounded in their lay out. My favorite scenes are those that take place in cars, cause there’s not much to do but sit and drive XD

8. Which scenes are your favorite to write?

Those moments of time where things slow down and your senses become hyperaware and it’s all internal monologue. The best :D

9. What comes first in your development/outlining process, plot or character?

Usually character, but it’s usually a character that arises from a “what if” question, so I guess that’s plot? idk. writing is hard man.

10. What is your favorite novel to film (or TV) adaptation?

Stardust. But only because I loved the movie and hated the book (which almost never happens seriously books are awesome)

11. Do you think of yourself more as an artist or an entertainer?

I’ve actually struggled with this a lot lately. I am a performer, whether its singing or writing or dancing or just being the weirdo who keeps the conversation going. I feel of the energy of my audience. And as a writer, that is often *extrememly* lacking. So i’ve spent the past year letting go of the idea that anyone will ever care about my writing and honestly, it’s been very freeing. Instead of being crushed that I never share anything and what I do share doesn’t get any notes, now I’m just excited to have hammered through a really difficult scene. Letting go of the entertainer/interaction element has really turned writing from a source of angst and frustration into something I like again.

1. How do you pick character names?

I just kinda let them come to me?

2. Which OC would you like to meet irl?

Zig! We would be besties!

3. Sunset or sunrise?

Both. Yay Vampire time!

4. Would you rather explore the deep space or the deep seas?

NEITHER OH MY GOD HOW TERRIFYING

5. What inspired your latest WIP?

I don’t know as much about my hyena shapeshifters as I wanted to. So I made some up and am doing slice of life to see what makes them tick

6. Happy endings or sad endings?

Happy. My writing partner demands fluff

7. Do you believe in ghosts?

Yes, but I don’t believe they’re the trapped souls of dead humans

8. What’s the first line from your favorite WIP?

YOU CAN’T ASK ME TO CHOOSE BETWEEN MY CHILDREN LIKE THAT.

But my favorite first line is “Lawrence Crane was a terrible name for an assassin.”

9. If you could shapeshift into any animal, which would it be?

Wolf.

10. So if you’re heading to a lovely garden buffet, with every cuisine imaginable, and you had free-flowing drinks and a chocolate fountain and desserts galore, and you’re wearing a nice dress or suit, right, and there’s a line in front of the roasted meats area, but you’re drooling and you just can’t wait to bite into that juicy steak so you go–you go to the seafood section, and then you see this person, this person who’s hogging all the lobster, just smiling at you as they keep piling on lobster after lobster, they can’t hold it anymore, they don’t have enough hands or plates, so you help them out, and after you help them out they smile sweetly and ask if you’d care for some lobster.

Who is this person?

BIRD

11. What’s your favorite line from your favorite OC?

*crying* I’m begging you. PLEASE stop making me pick my favorite child. You’re tearing this family apart.

#tag games #about me

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spinach-productions · 7 years

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Baby Spinach, chapter 6

Summary: a month in vignettes.

Word count: 4388

Author's Note: Warning you guys here that this isn't my best work, but it is TIME TO POST. Also warning that I've been re-reading homestuck and it may have colored my word choices.

Week 1

Monday

Sans finishes his stack of books before early-evening second nap and requests a trip to the library to get new ones. He gives a run-down of the properties of various plastics on the way there. “While the current regulation standards aren’t what I’d like them to be, the materials commonly used in children’s toys are both durable and nontoxic enough that I’d feel comfortable buying some,” he says, “In summary, I want to go with Gerald next time he goes shopping and pick out some stuff for Paps.”

Gaster looks at Sans in surprise. “You want to go somewhere with Gerald?”

He shrugs and doesn’t return eye contact. “I let you hold Paps once,” he says, hoisting the sleeping toddler higher in his arms, “Doesn’t get much less logical than that.”

The three of them trek through the library. It’s early enough that there are still a few daytime employees milling about. Sans deftly avoids each one on his way to the section on magicks and their properties, while Gaster wanders off to browse the new books section. He’s skimming a new text on the latest findings produced by the inorganic materials lab when an indignant shout cuts across the library.

He finds the source in the children’s section, where Sans and Aubrey are having an loud discussion about the fiction of science.

“It is too possible,” Aubrey says, stomping her foot to give emphasis, “And even if it’s not, it’s a story. It’s not supposed to be exactly like real life.”

“It’s not even trying to be like real life! Ghosts don’t happen like that,” Sans yells back.

“It’s how humans think ghosts happen!”

“It doesn’t matter what humans think happens. The way the world actually works isn’t up for debate.” He sees Gaster lurking around the corner of a bookshelf. “Dings, tell her that ghosts don’t happen when someone dies!”

Gaster glances around the section to see who they’re talking to, then back to Sans. “Did you mean me?”

“You can’t call in your dad for help,” Aubrey yells.

“He’s not—”

“And what do you know, anyway? Maybe human ghosts happen that way,” Aubrey says. She turns pointedly to her book. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I want to finish this before dinner.”

Sans throws his hands in the air. “Fine! Finish your incorrect picture book! I’m sure it’ll be satisfying when you find out that you and that book are both wrong!”

Gaster cautiously enter the children’s section. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah, fine. Peachy,” Sans grumbles, scooping up Papyrus from a beanbag chair, where he’s somehow managed to sleep through the yelling.

The emotional level of an argument has bewildered Gaster on more many different occassions. This one is a new subject, but the same old helpless confusion. He reaches out to put a hand on Sans’ shoulders, but given Sans’ distance for touch, decides to pull back before completing the action. “Perhaps we can find Papyrus a new book another time,” he says gently.

“Yeah,” Sans agrees, burying his face in Papyrus’ onesie, “It stinks in here right now.”

Gaster feels himself make a pinched face, but lets the subject drop as they move away from the children’s section.

Tuesday

Gaster sets up a cot in the corner of his office for Early Evening Naptime. It’s heaped with scratchy wool blankets and emergency-grade pillows found in various corners of the facility, but Sans and Papyrus still seem happy to burrow in. Gaster dims the overhead lights in favor of his small desk lamp and begins shuffling through papers.

He’s just starting the first paragraph when he feels eyes on his back. Sure enough, both Sans and Papyrus are watching him from under the blanket pile.

“Ahh,” says Papyrus.

“Yes?” Gaster asks.

“Nothing,” Sans says. He looks for a moment longer, then retreats into the nest.

Thursday

“Thank you for meeting with me” says Doctor Anne Snowdrake as she shakes Gaster's hand. Her feathered hands are cool to the touch. “Please, have a seat. May I offer you some coffee? Or tea?”

Gaster recognizes the hot beverage ritual. He's pleased to be part of it. “Tea, please.”

They continue through a few pleasantries as the water boils. Doctor Snowdrake has been briefed on the children's case, and plan to start Sans on art therapy in his upcoming appointment. “My goal is to give him a sense of control over the situation, and to validate and normalize his reactions about it. We’re probably not going to get far in this first session,” she warns.

“I understand,” Gaster says.

The electric kettle clicks off. Doctor Snowdrake pours them some earl grey, her own settling over a cup full of ice, then settles back into her chair. “Some of why I wanted to meet with you today is to see how you're doing about all this.”

Gaster frowns. “Me?”

“Yes. In the past week, you've essentially become a first time parent for two unusual circumstances children. I want to make sure you have enough resoures and support to care for them without putting yourself under too much strain.”

He recognizes the wordage from Donahue's speech to the children. “I see. Well, I've been lucky enough to have help from my assistant, and Lieutenant Donahue has been extrememly knowledgable about the children.”

“And yourself?” She asks, taking a sip, stirring sugar into her cooling tea.

“I... am not sure. I hadn't thought of it as parenting until you brought it up.”

Doctor Snowdrake smiles. “It's not like there's a certification course or anything. All any parent can do is their best, and it sounds like you're doing just that. Would you like some recommended readings on child care? I have a few specifically for how to be supportive of troubled children.”

Gaster has logged over four hours in the library in previous week alone. He silently chides himself for not thinking to look for materials in that time. “That would be lovely, thank you.”

Week 2

Monday

“It’s just,” Sans says from under today’s blanket pile, “Aren’t you ever tired?”

Gaster reflects on his sleeping habits. “Sometimes. I do tend to forget to rest until I’ve accrued a sizeable sleep debt.”

“I’m not sure I’ve ever seen you sleep.”

“I sleep when you do.”

“You don’t sleep during the day,” Sans points out. “Maybe it would be easier to remember if you slept whenever we do, not just through part of the night.”

“That seems like a lot of rest.”

“Have you ever tried getting ‘a lot of rest’?”

Gaster frowns. “I supposed I haven’t.”

“Do—” Sans pauses. He seems to be considering his next words carefully. “I’ve got more than enough pillows to keep Paps from rolling off the bed. Do you want one?”

Gaster looks at the reports and studies spread across his desk. The clock says it’s early enough that he could, conceivably, take a short break without encroaching on his deadlines. “Yes,” he says, relocating to the couch, “That sounds very nice.”

The next time they visit the library, Gaster leads them straight to the children's section where Aubrey is pouring over a sketchbook.

“No,” Sans hisses.

“Yes,” Gaster insists.

“I didn't do anything!”

“You hurt her feelings. Even if you didn't mean to, that's enough to warrant an apology.”

Sans stuffs his hands in his pockets. “She hurt my feelings, too.”

“Either she'll also apologize, which would assuage your feelings, or she won't, which will prove you're the bigger person. You'll feel better either way.”

Sans kicks a bookshelf and huffs loudly, but still shuffles into the main area. Aubrey looks up at the intrusion, and scowls when she recognizes him. “What do you want?”

“I'm,” Sans says, resolutely looking at everything but Aubrey, “Sorry for saying the stuff you liked way dumb. Just because it's not strictly accurate doesn't mean it's bad.”

Aubrey's eyes narrow with suspicion. Gaster hovers awkwardly behind a bookcase. He crosses his fingers for a positive outcome.

“Okay,” she says. “I'm sorry for yelling at you.”

Gaster lets out a sigh of relief. The children regard each other.

“What are you drawing?” Sans asks.

He leaves the children to discuss the merits of Aubrey’s preferred art style.

Wednesday

Doctor Snowdrake has an impressive array of print cuttings scattered across her child-sized coffee table. The room has been re-arranged, putting her desk by the far wall to give more space for the short table and pillow seat surrounding it. A playpen has been set up just beyond arm's reach of the pillows.

“Good evening,” she says they come in for their appointment.

“Good evening, doctor,” Gaster replies.

Sans has one hand stuffed into his pocket in what Gaster has come to recognize as a nervous gesture; Papyrus, who decided he wanted to practice walking today, is holding tight to the other as he toddles along, looking around the office with open curiosity. Sans is glaring at a spot on the back of Gaster's pant leg.

“Thank you for having us,” Gaster continues. When in doubt, he likes to fall back on good manners.

“Thank you for coming. Won't you have a seat, everyone?”

Sans reluctantly walks Papyrus to the playpen and lifts him inside. When he doesn't let go of Papyrus' hand, Gaster gently pries his fingers open and slides his own hand between them. Sans holds on tightly.

“It's alright,” he says quietly.

“I know,” Sans says without looking away from Papyrus or letting go.

Gaster seat them on the same side of the table. Doctor Snowdrake takes the opposite side. “Good evening, Sans. My name is Anne.”

“I thought you were Doctor Snowdrake,” Sans mumbles.

“That's my official title, but it feels too formal sometimes.”

“Gaster doesn't call you Anne.”

“I believe Gaster— may I call you Gaster? Falls back on manner when he's nervous.”

Sans stops examining the table to look incredulously at Gaster. “You're nervous?”

“Yes,” Gaster admits.

“Why are you nervous? I'm the one doing the tests.”

“I'm nervous because I know how apprehensive you are, and I don't like it when you're uncomfortable.”

“Then why do I have to do this? And what's with the pictures?”

“I cut them out from a variety of magazines and newspapers,” Doctor Snowdrake says, neatly sidestepping the first question, “They’re for you to put together into a collage.”

Sans picks one up. It’s a neatly trimmed photo of an aquatic woman wearing a fashionable blazer and heels. She bears a slight resemblance to Lieutenant Donahue. “What am I supposed to make?”

“Something that relates to the situation, please,” she says, adjusting her glasses, “It can be anything you want.”

He sets the Donahue-lookalike to the side and begins shuffling through the pile. “What if I want to put words together into a menu?”

“As long as it relates to the situation, that’d be fine.”

“What if I recreate a picture I’ve seen before?”

“Same thing.”

Sans finally looks at Doctor Snowdrake to make a face at her. “You’re saying I can make anything.”

“That’s right.”

His eyes narrow suspiciously. Doctor Snowdrake watches with calm and patience. The room feels apprehensive.

Finally, Sans looks back to the pile of clippings. He begins sifting through the papers, setting pieces he likes into a separate stack. Gaster frowns as the words ‘lacking’, ‘protect’, ‘insufficient’, and ‘too good’ are selected. He glances at Doctor Snowdrake, who’s also watching Sans’ progress. She doesn’t seem worried, but Gaster posits that she’s been trained not to show judgement in this kind of situation.

Sans starts gluing pieces to a large sheet of paper. The negative words are arranged in a circle on the left side of the page, while the positive ones go in a circle on the right side. Once the two circles are finished, Sans starts going through the pile again. He tosses rejected pieces aside with agitation, spilling the clippings off the table until he finds one he likes. Sans looks at it for a long time. His empty hand curls into a fist against the table, but the piece is held gently in the other.

“Sans,” Doctor Snowdrake asks, “Who is that?”

He glances at her without putting the paper down. “Nothing leaves this room, right? You’ve got a code of ethics?”

“As long as people aren’t actively being hurt, things will stay between us. Is anyone being hurt, Sans?”

“No,” he says, looking back to the paper in his hand, “Not anymore.”

He takes the scissors and carefully cuts a piece of the picture off, then puts it between and slightly above the two circles without gluing it down and grabs a black marker and scribbles a large dark patch between the two circles. The picture is a black and white photograph of a scientist in uniform. Sans has cut the head off, leaving a faceless figure wearing a lab coat and tie, and draws in two eyes and a mouth. He runs a finger around the picture’s edges.

“Sans,” she says gently, “Who is that?”

“It’s Dings,” Sans says. He looks at Gaster and gives a tentative smile.

Gaster smiles back.

She gestures to the black scribble in the middle of the page. It covers the space between the two circles and most of the empty space at the bottom of the page. “And who is that?”

Sans looks away from the picture. His eyes land on Papyrus, who is has fallen asleep in the playpen. “I don’t want to talk about that.”

“Would it be alright if we talked about it another time?”

Sans looks up at Gaster. Gaster can’t read the expression on his face. He puts a hand on Sans’ shoulder for support.

“Yeah,” Sans says, “Okay.”

Thursday

As per their rooming agreement, Sans sweeps and mops the floors twice a month. Today he cleans them to a shine. The contact states that his reward is ‘food and housing’, which Gaster interprets by giving him hot chocolate once the job is done.

Week 3

Tuesday

Papyrus slips away before Sans finishes his early evening nap. Ten frantic minutes of searching finds him showing off his rudimentary dancing abilities to a knot of night employees. Despite Sans’ audible tooth-grinding, Gaster can’t help but find it charming.

Thursday

Sans is just as anxious during the second meeting with Doctor Snowdrake. He settles Papyrus into the playpen and follows Gaster back to the short table, where last week’s collage is laid out next to another pile of magazine cuttings.

“Thank you for coming,” Doctor Snowdrake says. “I appreciate it.”

“I have to,” Sans mutters.

“You could have run away, or outright refused. The fact that you came here even though you didn’t want to means a lot to me.”

Sans glares at the tabletop and doesn’t answer.

“Would you like to continue this picture, or make another one?” She asks.

Sans chooses to make a new picture. As he works, Doctor Snowdrake pulls Gaster to the side to discuss her thoughts on the first one. “I’d like to talk about that first collage with Sans at some point, but it was more of a diagnostic than anything else. Frankly, I’d rather not dive right into things.”

Gaster nods. “May I ask what the diagnostic revealed?”

“Not much you didn’t already know,” Doctor Snowdrake says with a sigh, “The two circles seem to represent the two children, with one filled with ‘bad’ traits and the other filled with ‘good’ traits. It’s not hard to guess which is which.”

Sadly, it isn’t.

“What’s poignant is the kind of ‘bad’ traits Sans chose. They seem to imply inadequacy, like something about Sans isn’t good enough. I’d be willing to guess that the black mass at the bottom of the page is where he learned that.”

“Doctor,” Gaster says quietly, “Do you see cases like this often?”

“More often than I’d like,” she says.

“How does this… happen? What kind of person does this to a child?”

Doctor Snowdrake takes a moment to choose her words. “Each case is different. If I were to hazard a guess, I’d say that someone had big plans for these kids, and that at some point, Sans fell short.” She folds her wings across her chest. “Some parents forget that their children aren’t extensions of themselves, and the children pay the price for it.”

Gaster grapples with the idea. It takes a moment to sort out his thoughts. “The reading you recommended suggests that the goal of parenting is to raise children to become individuals. Are you suggesting Sans’ and Papyrus’ parents forgot that?”

“Some people never even learn that.”

Gaster is at a complete loss for words.

Doctor Snowdrake smiles sympathetically. “It can be disquieting. But the important thing is that the children are here now, not wherever they came from. We can begin to undo some of this damage.”

He glances between Sans, who is gluing figures onto a new piece of paper, and Papyrus, who is chewing on his own hand. “That’s very true,” Gaster agrees.

Friday

Gerald forces Sans to wear a scarf on their shopping excursion. “It’s getting cold, you know.”

“Gaster doesn’t make me wear a scarf,” Sans says, batting Geralds arms to make him stop tying the scraf into place.

“Gaster doesn’t have biological nerve endings, so he doesn’t know that cold is bad for you.”

“That’s true,” Gaster agrees. “This turtleneck is just for show.”

They choose mid-morning to wander around the mercantile district in hopes of avoiding crowds. The first stop is an infant’s toy store for some desperately needed toys; Sans weighs the benefits of several options before choosing a utilitarian teething ring and a soft blue elephant. Papyrus shows his approval by latching on to both and refuses to let go.

Next stop is a big-box housing store for a better office blanket. In a stroke of genius, Gerald digs through the children’s section until he turns up a comforter with a space-inspired patterned stitched into the squares.

“I want that,” Sans says immediately.

They find a matching pillow set, and hidden in the clearance section is a second comforter decorated with the periodic table of elements. The last time Gaster spent money on something so decorative was when Gerald implemented the ‘no more books in stacks on the floor, Wings, you’re an adult’ policy and he was forced to purchase a bookcase. That was to organize his home; this is to make his space into a shared space. Gaster watches Sans run a hand over the new blankets, and feels a warm emotion unfurl in the center of his torso.

Week 4

Wednesday

Gaster removes his shoes and lays down on the couch with a yawn. Despite his short tenure on the Early Evening Naptime participation list, he’s become accustomed to sleeping between 7 and 8 p.m. The children have been kind enough to loan him one of the new, soft blankets from their pile.

“Sleep well,” Gaster says, pulling the blanket over his shoulders.

“You too,” Sans says.

An easy quiet settles over the office. It’s not the anxious quiet that followed Sans home the first night or the apprehensive quiet he occasionally takes on when new people are present, but a peaceful one that means the room is secure and the children are comfortable.

Gaster enjoys it for an indeterminate amount of time until something folds his blanket back. He cracks one eye open as Papyrus crawls up onto his chest. Sans, who presumably lifted Papyrus into place, climbs up and pokes Gaster until he makes enough room for Sans to slide between him and the back of the sofa. Papyrus scoots over until he can lay between them.

Sans pulls the blanket over everyone. It’s a bit cramped, but very warm.

“Sleep well,” Sans says, tucking Papyrus under his arm.

Gaster wriggles an arm out from under Sans and places it on his shoulder. “You too.”

Friday

They pack up everything after dinner and head to the library for Sans and Aubrey’s twice-weekly meet-up. Gaster hesitates to call it a ‘play date’, since they don’t seem to play and the library would hardly be a suitable space for it anyway. Instead, the children compare notes on what they consider to be possible and impossible in fiction while Gaster conducts research on a separate table. Both Doctor Snowdrake and Donahue think this is excellent progress on Sans’ part, and Gaster is inclined to agree; watching him interact with someone in his own age bracket is extremely gratifying.

Today’s topic seems to be how physics operates in space. Personally, Gaster thinks that Aubrey’s ideas about aliens are overly romantic, but keeps his opinions to himself as the children discuss how alien life might develop in different environments. Alphys has decided to sit in on the meeting this evening, causing Aubrey to glance over when she begins to describe one of her more creative ideas. Gaster attempts to draw Alphys into a conversation about the library’s collection to give the children some privacy, but Alphys continues to watch them between exchanges.

Halfway through Alphys’ thoughts on whether the library should begin developing its section on the Human Wars, one of the interns slides out from behind a bookshelf and crosses to Gaster’s (very short) table without disturbing either conversation. “Excuse me, doctor,” she says quietly, “But there I’m getting some unusual readings from the determination experiments. Doctor Colorata is already checking the setup, but he wanted to call you in due to their delicate nature.”

It’s a good call. The determination experiments aren’t dangerous enough to sound an alarm, but if they’ve become unstable, there might not be much time before they become unsalvageable. Gaster quickly calculates how dangerous the containment might be. The answer lands on ‘unsafe for Sans and Papyrus’, but he’d prefer not to leave them alone for the duration of the repairs and recalibration process.

Alphys seems to be thinking along the same lines. “Do you think this will be a quick fix,” he asks the intern.

“Doctor Colorata isn’t sure.”

He turns to Gaster. “I can watch the children until you get back. Go, quickly.”

Gaster thanks him and follows the intern back to the hazardous materials lab, where Gerald is trying to find the problem. The experiment is designed to observe the properties of distilled forms of magic under different circumstances to see which most closely resemble human Determination, with the hopes of one day finding a synthetic compound able to mimic it. The King has hopes Determination will be the key to breaking through the barrier.

It takes the three of them the better part of an hour to comb thorough the experiment for errors. Finally, Gerald finds it: one of the fourteen exhaust valves has been left partially shut. Gaster reopens the valve, allowing the pressure to exit the system with a sigh of relief. “Thank goodness. That could have been disastrous.”

“Yes,” Gerald says, examining the valve closely. He presses on it with increasing pressure until it begins to move.

“I’m glad we found it.”

He continues to look at the piping around the valve. “Gaster, do you remember closing this?”

“Of course not. The valves have to remain open at all times.”

“I don’t either, and I’m certain Manny wouldn’t have closed this, would you Manny?”

The intern agrees that she would never.

“That’s impossible, we’re the only three people on the project. One of us must have made a mistake.”

“Perhaps,” Gerald says slowly, “But this was an extremely convenient mistake. In fact, I think it’s the only one that would have given us advanced warning before the experiment began to degrade.”

“You’re not suggesting sabotage.”

“It does sound unlikely,” Gerald admits, “But I don’t want to rule it out. I want to file a report with the guard.”

Gaster has enough experience to trust Gerald’s intuition over his own annoyance, even when there’s no way he could be right, and agrees to co-write the report after checking in with Alphys and the children. But there was no one else on the project, he grumbles as he makes his way back to the library, which means no one else had the detailed knowledge to cause a problem like this. “It simply isn’t possible,” he says as pushes the library doors open.

The library is quiet this time of night. He doesn’t meet anyone as he makes his way to the children’s section. “Absolutely preposterous,” he says, rounding the corner to the open space with the short tables and colorful carpet.

And no Alphys.

And no children?

Gaster searches the adjacent stacks, then heads to the front desk in case he missed Alphys on the way in. But there’s no one at circulation. Gaster considers his options with a rising sense of panic: if Alphys had to abandon his post without even locking up, something serious must have happened. At least if the children aren’t here, they’re with someone who can take care of them, he reassures himself. So the next logical step is to get in contact with the guard and see what happened in his absence.

He hurries behind the desk and grabs a directory next to the phone, knocking a few binders to the ground in the process. They knock the chair off kilter, making a loud clanging noise against the metal footrest; something behind him makes a startled noise.

Gaster freezes. Everything is quiet. He looks over his shoulder to find a small cupboard space, presumably for the librarian on shift to store their personal items. The startled noise sounded familiar.

He approaches the cupboard and leans in, listening closely. Something is breathing inside.

“Aubrey?” he asks.

“Doctor Gaster!” Aubrey wails, “Let me out, let me out let me out let me out—”

Gaster ransacks the desk until he finds a ring of keys, and fumbles through them until one fits the door. The moment the lock clicks open, Aubrey bursts out of the cupboard and begins sobbing into Gaster’s sweater.

“I’m so glad you’re alright,” he says, trying to provide a measure of comfort by holding her, “Aubrey, what happened? Where’s your father—”

“He’s gone,” Aubrey cries.

Gaster once heard a feeling of dread described as ‘feeling the bottom drop out of one’s stomach’. He doesn’t, technically, have a stomach, but would easily equate his current sensations to misplacing an integral part of his own body. Because Aubrey is saying there’s no Alphys.

“Dad took Sans and Papyrus, he locked me in a closet he’s gone, he’s gone!”

And no children.

The plot thickens.

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lujinnie · 7 years

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lol what even guys stop fighting about #happymothersdayjin

I can understand the controversy over this topic, but I don't think it's something to be fighting over. It's a bit of a gray area whether it's okay to call him 'mom' or 'princess' as long as you're using male pronouns along with the terms, because there have been a few cases where Jin is embarrassed or frustrated by the nickname, but he's also been seen enjoying it. The members also feminize him a bit (ie: shipping him with Rap Monster, calling him eomonie, that one video where Jimin called NamJin a married couple and Jin was "the girl") but Jin either did not react to that or reacted positively to the jokes. It could be that since Jin feels closer to the members he's fine with being feminized by them, but since he wants to give off a cool or mature idol vibe to fans he's a bit frustrated. Either way, I think fans are making this a bigger deal than necessary. It's true that Jin does have some aspects that many usually consider feminine (getting scared easily, liking pink/cute things, being extremely fond and affectionate) but this is 2017 and I think we're getting over that. Jin is free to be the type of person he feels comfortable being without it being made fun of. Jin isn't the type to take things to heart, even though he exaggerates things just to be funny he's known to be strong to haters and anti fans, and is probably just as resistant to those who say other sorts of things that make him uncomfortable. But it's also fine for ARMYs to make some jokes about BTS; they are idols and give us entertainment in many ways, including funny jokes and personalities. As long as a joke about Jin being a mother/princess doesn't go too far, it's not really a big deal and won't do much else than garner a few laughs. Whichever side you stand on in the argument, you have a point and are right in your own way, so there's not need to try and get your point across. Fans are allowed to make the jokes they want about their idols as long as they are not harmful (remember that horrible jimin hates white people hashtag? or the time when a lot of people joked about taehyung being a sort of "dumb blonde" of the group?). Up until now, Jin hasn't expressed any really strong hatred for the names, even when he does one time he'll just laugh it off and make it funny the next few times, so we can never tell for sure. It's best not to assume an idol's feelings in situations that concern his relationship with his fanbase. If Jin really does hate the nicknames, he will make it extremely obvious rather than acting like it's a joke like he does nowadays. But we also can't say for sure that Jin either likes the names or are indifferent towards them, so it's better to use them less often and less seriously. In my extrememly Jin-biased opinion, I do like the idea of designating him the "mom" of the den, like many people do with normal, masculine men, but when people hyper-feminize him I get a little disturbed, too. And honestly, I do guiltily ship him with Rap Monster, too (thanks, Jimin) but only as a joke and never any very serious because I understand how pressuring that can be for an idol whose sexuality has not been made known to the fans. Just make sure to be respectful of the idol and the situation when making the jokes, and to the other side of the argument, please do not police ARMYs so much, especially ones who many not be as accustomed to the idols as we are and may still be trying to find their place in the fanbase. Thanks! for reading all the way down here I guess? That was hella long

#happy mothers day tho #jin #bts #seokjin #twitter #jungkook #jimin #taehyung #v #rap monster #namjoon #hoseok #hobi #jhope #yoongi #suga #everyone please be calm #army #bts army #btsbbmas

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barbaryalan · 6 years

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Phil was a first class huckster, and hustler extraordinare. A man of many angles you might say. he was one of the many characters that I came to know, while living on a houseboat, on Lake mead, just outside of Las Vegas, Nevada.

Now Live aboards, as those who live full time on boats are called, are a special breed, and Phil was no exception to this rule. He had a sailboat that he lived on, nice one too. Nothing gawdy or expensive, just good sized, 32′ maybe, maybe more, and seemed to be a comfortable little craft to live on.

Now he had no income that i was aware of, and though I think he may have been selling a little weed around the docks, he certainly was no kingpin. Now as I said, income that I was aware of.

He may very well have had some sort of disabilty claim I knew nothing about. I can tell you this though, he didn’t go to work. No, I think he had retired early, thanx to his huckster and hustler ways.

You see, Phil, in his earlier days had run a service station on Route 66, somewhere ‘In The Middle Of Nowhere’, Arizona. Now I need to emphasize ‘Service’ station here. Unlike today, wher most gas stations don’t do much more than sell you gas and snacks, back in the day, service stations were also auto repair shops. And along some of these more isolated stretches of highways, like Route 66, that tradition lasted a little longer than elsewhere, precisely because of the remoteness.

Now a remote highway, in blistering hot Arizona, really isn’t where you want to be breaking down. We all know the stories we have heard, of people being gouged , over charged, for auto repair in circumstances like this. The mecchanic knows you don’t have any options other than him, and charges accordingly. If you don’t like it, find someone else.

As much as this sucks, I think we have come to accept it. It is a pretty standard business model, charging what a desperate market will bear. but, that isn’t the hustle I am going to describe here. This hustle is outright scam artistry, fraud and theft.

Phil however, unabashadly told me that they had pulled the scam hundreds of times, not only never getting caught, never even being suspected of wrongdoing at all.

Let me further flesh out the scenario. 100+ degrees, not just at the heat of the day, but for a significant stretch of the day, for a good half of the year. Areas where, the hundred and teens are normal highs, for 3 months of the year, and 95+ for another 7 or 8 months of the year. Yes, that is the math, 10-11 months a year with highs above 90 degrees.

So Phil has a service station, not on the pre-50’s thriving Route 66, but on the struggling to stay relevant thanx to Interstate 40 Route 66.

Many of the businesses, that did so well in Route 66’s heyday, when it was the Mother Road, the lifeblood of the country, the connective binding, of the two Coasts, had gone. Had cashed out, moved closer to the Interstate, or just quit, as the Interstate slowly choked the life out of Route 66.

But where others threw in the towel, cut and run, Phil saw an opportunity. People were still travelling Route 66, it wasn’t abandoned, covered in tumbleweeds. Not yet anyway, not like now.

You have to remember, that I met Phil in the 90’s, and he had this station in the late 70’s and the 80’s. So Interstate 40 wasn’t actually finished cross country yet, at least when he started . It was being finished, piecemeal, at different times in different parts of the country, so though I-40 was seriously draining the traffic off of The Mother Road, it was far from dead. Many people were still opting for the less convenient, slower route. Some, honestly, out of fear of the speed of the new Interstates. Others, out of habit. Still others, as a thumb in the eye of the speed of American commerce, at the expense of culture, of panoramic views, at the expense of priceless Americana.

For whatever reason, many people stilled braved the mother road, and took the scenic route. Some of them went Precisely because it was decaying and disappearing. These were the people Phil was counting on. You see, this stretch of desert is hot, I mean extrememly hot, and automobiles, even those in good shape, are going to act up. They are going to overheat, things are going to fail, going to start acting up.

Now, many of these issues are minor, and most involve letting the vehicle cool off. Quite often, the problem, though real, may only act up under extreeme heat conditions. So if you aren’t going to vbe crossing the desert regularly, you could just take a few more rest breaks, drive more at night, and not incure the costs of repair at all.

Or, perhaps it is a minor issue, that could be fixed at your destination, again, if you play gentle with the car in the heat. But those things, that advice, is not what a huckster like Phil is going to do.

Nope!

As he told the story, the mark would roll in, worried about the performance of their vehicle. Phil would look it over, see if he could actually find a problem to address. If he found it, he would fix it, overcharge you, and send you on your way.

However, if their was nothing really wrong with your car, if you were just the panicky type, or the thouroughly uninformed about vehicles, well, he had a special service plan for you!

It was almost like he felt the need to punish and fleece those he determined to be too dumb to own a car in the first place. Especially, if they had money, which a nice car was indicative of. He was definitely a believer in that old PT Barnum line, “There’s a sucker born every minute.

Phil would give the car a once over, then, commenting on the havoc the hills around there would wreak on a transmission, offer to check that out as well. Now the customer of course, wants to avoid a transmission failure out in the middle of the desert, almost begs him to do so. In effect, begging to be sheered, like a sheep.

Phil would climb under the car, drain the transmission, and stick his finger in the drain plub, muttering incoherently. Then, unbeknownst to the customer, he would dip that tranny fluid soaked finger in some fine metal shavings on the shop floor, while getting out from under the car. He would show those shavings in the fluid to the owner of the car, and begin to tell the owner how lucky they were that they stopped. That had they gone on by, they would have absolutely blown their transmission, in the middle of the desert.

Now the customer, knowing nothing about cars, and seeing the shavings in the fluid, really doesn’t think they have any other options. in fact, they may even feel as if this mechanic just saved their ass from catastrophe, and be grateful to do whatever he tells them they need to do. So of course, when he tells them he can get them a rebuilt transmission, and put it in for them, they readily agree.

When he tells them it might take two days to get here, but then he would get it in right away, they agree to it. When he tells them, that he can save them a little bit of money, if they give the tranny shop the old transmission to them, for them to rebuild for the next guy, they buy in, tell him to do whatever he needs to do.

So Phil sends them to a friends hotel down the street, to stay for the 2-3 days it is going to take to get this work done. Then Phil gets to the meat of the hustle.

He pulls off the transmission cover, throws it in the back of his truck. Then he drives out to a place where he can power wash it, and gets it cleaned up real nice, perhaps going as far as to paint it.

When it looks all shiny and new, he takes it back to the shop. Once there, he hides it for a day or so, then installs it on the car. He fills it back up with fluid, and voila! He can now overcharge you for the instalation of a rebuilt transmission, when all he really did was a fluid change!

As I said before, he was never caught for this. Never even suspected. The sheep came, they got sheered, then went on their way, thanking him for the privilege.

That, was his retirement program, the fleecing of sheep, and the swindling of suckers. Sometimes, crime does pay.

Phil, On Shaving A Tranny… Tweekaderos In Vegas, Saints and Sinners Phil was a first class huckster, and hustler extraordinare. A man of many angles you might say.

#fraud #huckster #las vegas #nevada #route 66 #theft #tranny #transmission #tweekaderos

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