Light and Dark Stereotypes of Kharmii

Dabi and Geten: Thrown together as co-leaders of Team Violet. They hate each other, but as time goes by, they are drawn to each other. Both have problems they don't exactly foresee 100% favorable outcomes for, so after a while, they find they can at least provide comfort and aid for each other. Not an incest ship, and I go into detail by Chapter 2 explaining this. Some tags will be added as I go along, and some will be already there before I get to (x) character/situation. I anticipate this will go about six-ish chapters.

Gt/Db Gt Db Gt+Db Sk Gt+Sk Twice ReD Meta Liberation War, enemies friends lovers, humiliation, codependency, choking, sexual tension, losing virginity, slowburn, assault, jealousy, imprisonment.

Chapter One:

Dabi seethes with resentment over how he's co-leading the Violet Regiment with a man who openly despises him. Who's fault is it though? Didn't he specifically ask to be partnered with Geten? Anticipating a clash of fire and ice, he is determined to see respect in those eerily lovely eyes, even if it kills one of them.

Dabi was going to kick that frigid little butthole's ass. He'd been fanticizing about it for days. Normally, he didn't let things bother him. He lived life in a numb haze where any ill will was directed at his father so he'd be sharp and focused on his rage during their inevitable confrontation. The ice guy had gotten under his skin from the very beginning. It had been all that talk about 'your meta ability determines if you get to live', in a smug tone. Then he had to call out Dabi's weakness seconds after they met, as if to imply he was already the loser before they even started. All his cronies must have fed him intel about his genetic weakness before they met face-to-face, so he showed up already feeling a disdainful sense of supremacy.
Dabi had expected Ice Guy to be humbled a little by the Meta Liberation Army leader's defeat by Shigaraki, but oh no....he was even more of a twat, if that was possible. Dabi was constantly frustrated working along side him heading the Violet Regiment. He'd see those luminous pupils staring at him under that hood keeping his face deeply obscured, and he'd know they'd get nothing worthwhile accomplished that day. Instead, Dabi would be subjected to digs about how the ice guy could run their regiment on his own, and how Dabi was a useless burden foisted upon him by League of Villain interference.

That truth of the statements annoyed Dabi. He knew nothing about running part of the Liberation Shadow Army, and he didn't care to learn. It's not like they really did anything. The commanders under them ran the whole regiment and called meetings with them to report on what they planned every so often. Ice Man would give them his approval or sometimes make a suggestion, then meeting over. He was in the way and only existed to be annoyed. It annoyed him he wanted to see more of the face under that hood and hear more of that soothing voice that would roll over him smooth as silk until the ice man would expose his true feelings with a catch in his tone throwing out a snide comment. His favorite thing to do was remind Dabi how he had no chance in a one-on-one fight. He badly wished he could depersonalize him like he was able to do when they first met, when his adversary had appeared as a shapeless lump of flesh under an ugly parka, face obscured in shadow, like a tinier version of Kurogiri, the being of amorphous fog who'd babysit Shigaraki through his most petulant childish behavior.

-But he had seen his face, and it annoyed him how he wanted to see more of it, but he wanted to see it how it had been that very first time before their eyes met, and the ice man's expression had twisted into pure undiluted hate. He had almost snarled at him. He never got that dramatic since, but he would still glare at Dabi, expression ice cold, reminding him again and again that if they fought, Dabi would surely lose.

"Your boss wouldn't be happy if I killed you. He'd think it was my fault," the ice man would remark in his smooth voice which might catch only the slightest with hurt and hate and disdain. He'd never spell out all his dysfunctions in detail, but Dabi would see him gagging and taking a step back from the scent of burned flesh that sometimes came off him.

Dabi was finally able to get him to shut his mouth about it when he came back with, "Shigaraki is YOUR boss now. Maybe I should talk him into making you his fuck toy. He's used to sticking it into something cold."

Right after saying it, Dabi was instantly annoyed by the thought of Shigaraki actually being interested to gain satisfaction from the slight flash of fear in those incredible eyes. It didn't matter how Shigaraki was too invested in his plans for destruction and chaos to cave into his more base desires. Surely they'd never have a reason to say two words to each other, and Shigaraki didn't even care enough to ask why Dabi had requested to be paired up with the ice gremlin.

"I'm doing you a favor," Dabi had told him after being berated for the umpteenth time, "If our leader had to deal with you, he'd turn you to dust in the first minute. That's because you are an idiot who can't keep your mouth shut. You are, aren't you? Didn't you say you never went to school?"

Ice guy had replied indignantly, "I didn't, but that doesn't mean I never received an education! The Grand Commander and other lieutenants home schooled me! I've read Meta Liberation War from front to back, and they told me I could hold my own against a pro hero."

Occasionally, they'd put heads together with Twice heading Team Black, and that would annoy him. His friend's affable looniness would make the ice man giggle in childish glee in a way he never heard when they were alone together. "Icy" seemed to believe Twice was joking around when he'd habitually contradict himself. Twice might clap "Icy" on the back telling him what a great guy he was, only to say a second later, "No he's not! He iced my entire army with one attack!"

"Icy" would giggle again, treating it as a complement while Dabi would seethe and wish the meeting was over already.

-But anyway, it was best Dabi stop thinking about minor annoyances and keep his eye on the prize. He had a plan. After days of scouting and scheming, he believed he had a way to beat the ice man. It would be tough, but his plan hinged on keeping his adversary closed in with the least amount of water on hand as possible. He finally had worked out the ice man's -Geten's- limitation. It wasn't much of one, but he was unable to make large amounts of ice from his own body. He could only manipulate existing ice or call water to come rushing at him, which he'd freeze in an instant. His range was incredible. Dabi had seen firsthand how he'd destroyed the Twice army -and killed a few of his own- by exploding the water mains around the city as far as the eye could see into icy shrapnel bombs. If his limitation was only being able to manipulate existing water which he could pull toward him from an incredible distance, then that wasn't much of a limitation at all. How annoying to have that fact rolling around in his head while he thought of ways to beat him.

If anything, Geten's quirk made Dabi acutely aware of how there was water freakin' everywhere. Even if they were in a desert, would Geten be able to force some hidden aquifer to come rushing toward him? Did he have to know where the water was to summon it? Surely, he couldn't have known the position of every underground water main he'd obliterated. If Dabi fought him in the open air, Geten would defeat him. Even if Dabi had a hidden advantage he was yet to spring on Geten -which he did- it wouldn't matter much if Geten buried him under an avalanche of ice or used ice as a bludgeon to beat his head in. Barring that, he'd wait him out with his limitless supply of water until Dabi was consumed by his own flames.

Dabi might have lost after their first encounter if Gigantomachia hadn't swatted Geten out of the air like a troublesome insect, knocking him out. He'd never get a break like that again, so when he attacked, he'd have one chance to get it right, and he had to move fast.

After mapping out water mains in the villa and studying Geten's habits, he figured his best shot was to corner him in one of the basement floors where they'd be closed in. This would put limitations on Dabi's fire as well as Geten's ice, but it's not like he had to use up the oxygen and burn the place down. If he could force the little gremlin into close combat, then he could concentrate his flames to teach him a lesson really fast. It was a good plan.

The ice man would be suspicious if Dabi tried to lure him to a lower level, so the plan was to convince Twice into calling a special meeting of the three of them. Twice was so trusting and wouldn't suspect Dabi of manipulating him. He acted like he was coming up with suggestions to goof around, like wouldn't it be hilarious to make copies of all three of them to head regiments all over the city? In the meantime, the three of them could hang out in the villa doing absolutely nothing in the lap of luxury while the copies were in on the action. After all, who needed this nonsense? Twice took in Dabi's brainstorming, then acted like he came up with the ideas all on his own. Why not? Nobody knew his quirk better than he did, after all.

Dabi ended up annoyed once more when they had their 'top secret basement level' meeting, and "Icy" acted impressed Twice could make clones of them that were able to use their 'meta abilities', even if they were much weaker. They spent a while coming up with different scenarios, and then, as if "Icy" was motivating Dabi extra hard to see his plan through, he told Twice about how his clone would absolutely beat Dabi's in a fight. They should try it out sometime. In fact, he had sneaked up on Dabi from above so effectively when they first met that he could have killed him without him even knowing he was there.

"Why didn't you kill the bastard?" Twice replied, clapping his blue flame user friend on the back to show he was joking, but then he got serious and asked, "Was there a reason you held back? Why would you if you were ordered to kill him?"

"I wanted to make it fun and show him my ice dragon before I killed him. I don't get out much, and hardly anybody has seen my dragon."

A water bottle sitting on a nearby table burst, and Geten sent a miniature version of his frozen dragon floating toward them to demonstrate. Dabi felt sorry for him just then. It was obvious he was trying hard to impress Twice and make him think he was cool. He didn't feel enough pity to weaken his resolve to kick his ass though. That was still happening, and hopefully soon.

The three men spent a while coming up with different scenarios. Twice would come up with an idea, congratulate himself, suddenly berate himself, then come up with a contradictory idea that was just as effective. Dabi left the meeting unsure if they had cooked up pure genius or wasted their time with sure failure. He had to remind himself none of that was even the point of this exercise.

When the meeting broke up, Dabi waited around to be sure Twice left first, and the ice man was given a head start to leave in a different direction. He followed close enough behind with a pretty good idea of what route he'd take back to his suite of rooms in the upper floors. His battleground of choice would be at the end of a hallway where Geten would make the choice to turn left for the stairwell or right to the elevator.

Dabi knew he'd take the elevator because his living quarters were on an upper level. The ice guy trained hard and kept in good shape, but he wasn't one to ponderously slog up stairs. The plan was to catch him at the end of the hallway where he'd either stand his ground and take his beat down right there, or he'd run to the elevator in a panic and find it tied up on an upper level. Earlier, Dabi had paid someone to haul a bunch of random crap from the floor below where he was currently staying, and he timed it to be ongoing when the meeting was over. It was a detail that wasn't needed, but it amused him.

His target was just ahead of him. Dabi quickened his pace to catch up, and when the bastard was at the end of the hallway, he lit up his right arm and shoulder with his brilliant blue flame while shouting, "TURN AROUND!! I'M NOT GOING TO TAKE A CHEAP SHOT AT YOUR BACK!!"

The ice man turned around and glared at him in shock and a little fear. His hands were in his pockets, as if he had been warned by a sixth sense. His lips turned up into a snarl as he pulled two frozen water bottles out that instantly exploded into a mass of ice he managed to shape into a sloppy barrier.

"DAMMIT!" Dabi cursed. He could tell in that split second before the barrier closed him off that his quarry had booked it to the stairs.

The barrier was no obstacle. The heat from his fire made it splinter and crumble before he was even close enough to punch his way through. Just as he burst through the door to the stairs, he could hear an explosion and sudden spray in the distance. The ice bastard must have summoned water at the expense of a wall and pipe somewhere. Dammit..dammit..dammit times ten.

Dabi cursed the icy little butthole more when he saw the stairs and hand rails coated with slippery ice. He was likely using it to launch himself up each flight of stairs at record speed. Dabi saw the urgency of catching him while he was still on the stairs, otherwise he'd lose him if he darted onto a random floor. He put on his fire and swung himself up whole sections of stairs at a time, and he flew around corners quick as a flash. The heat from his flames made the ice on the hand rails drip and fall away; ice at his feet cracked and crumbled. He slipped here and there, but not enough to lose momentum.

Dabi caught up with Geten right after he found the source of his ice spraying out of a broken section of wall. He sent a burst of flames to momentarily break the connection. After rounding the next corner, he saw Ice Man shooting up the next flight of stairs almost to the top. Caught up in the momentum, he had kept going without leaving the stairs, or maybe he was so self-confident he thought he could outrun him all the way to his own floor. He'd soon realize his mistake and be forced to stand his ground.

Dabi caught up with Geten while they were exactly halfway up a flight of stairs. In an instant, Geten encased his hands and legs in solid ice. When Dabi awkwardly spun him around to slam him on his back, painfully digging the edges of the stairs into his body in several places, he screamed and went for his attacker's face with hands coated with wicked icy claws.

This defense was no match for Dabi's powerful flames. He roughly squeezed both hands clawing at him making the ice break and fall away splashing to the ground completely melted. The air hissed around them as water boiled and became steam. Dabi straddled Geten to keep him down, and he drew back his fist to strike him. He thought better of it because he couldn't see where he was punching. Still pinning one arm down, he yanked the little prick's hood back to get a good close look at his pretty little face.

Luminous weepy eyes glared at him from a flushed face framed with damp stringy white hair. He was still pretty in that condition. The nature of his quirk caused a shimmering mist of frost to float in front of his eyes and collect around his pale lashes. Dabi could tell he was exuding fury to mask his terror, and he was desperately reforming ice around his body from the rapidly boiling water in an attempt to save himself. The air around them became thick, humid and difficult to breathe. Dabi knew then if he meant business, he could win a death match. His plan had worked perfectly. How much of a shock was it to the ice man who had been trained by ReDestro to fight Dabi as a long range opponent on an open battlefield with lots of room? -And now he was cornered. Close combat was a weak point, even if he was in shape, because he was so tiny.

"I'll...freeze...the blood in your veins!" Geten barely got out in a raspy voice in between heaving breathes. He shook, turned his head slightly and expelled a glob of vomit.

Chuckling, Dabi replied in his usual lazy tone, "Funny thing, that. I get burned by my own flames but...."

He put his face an inch from Geten's grinning madly. "I'm resistant to your ice!"

Geten choked and coughed out of breath. His eyes widened in a look showing he could no longer mask his terror. He cried out in a way like he might scream or plead, but he couldn't get enough air to keep it going. Dabi couldn't help but think he looked endearing like this, even dripping snot with puke coated lips. He was still futilely trying to use his quirk to freeze Dabi's blood. Rather than cause damage, it felt good, so good that he made a striking transformation. When he put his blue flames on to look more threatening, all the damaged areas of his body lit on fire with no pain. He had transformed into the version of himself he should have been if his genes weren't all fucked up. He had become a blue flame version of the father he so despised with flames shooting out of his eyes and ears and jaw like a beard. They colored his arms and shoulders and around his legs. Geten was still frantically bringing ice up to coat his body for protection. The air had become unbearably thick, and both men heaved and coughed.

Dabi wrapped his hands around the thick, fur-lined fabric covering Geten's throat and squeezed. He didn't put enough pressure to hurt him, but he wanted to revel in his victory. The ice bastard was finally looking at him with the expression of fear and awe he had fantasized about seeing for so long.

Gasping for breath, Dabi managed to quickly whisper in his ear through clenched teeth, "You only deserve to live...because I want to FUCK you!"

That's all he could manage to say, but it was all he needed to say. He had wanted to tell him he deserved to live because he wanted to fuck him like a caveman and choke him out on his dick but keeping it short was fine considering the circumstances. Just then, he had the urge to jam his tongue into that pretty mouth to taste him vomit and all.

Now wasn't the time. The air around them was becoming a stifling agony to breath, and not just because of the humidity. Dabi needed to shut his flames off or they'd use up the oxygen. He would revel in his victory a second longer. Geten was still coughing uncontrollably. His lungs heaved, and he trembled violently, arching his back to escape the pain of the stairs digging into him and suck in more air. A second later, Dabi felt him go limp beneath him. The hazy eyes swimming in tears rolled back into his head.

The moment Geten lost consciousness, Dabi felt the pain of his quirk hit him with full force. He switched it off and tried standing, but he spun around and stumbled rolling down the stairs. He felt his head hit the floor at the bottom. Stunned, he lied still and waited for the air quality to improve.

Sometime later -Dabi didn't know how long- he stood up with a groan. The air around him smelled like water-soaked ash. There was water everywhere. Even though no nearby ice had survived their scuffle, Geten had never been in danger of running out of water. Speaking of....Dabi could tell the ice man had come to long enough to turn himself over to try crawling on hands and knees up a few stairs. He had collapsed and either passed out again or he didn't have the energy to go on. He was soaked through, and water covered the stairs around his body. Dabo had also been lying in a puddle at the bottom of the stairs. He also noticed Geten may have vomited a foamy substance. He could see it by the left side of his face facing toward it. Unconscious or not, the white-haired man was breathing with hard raspy breaths.

Dabi didn't have it in him to continue the fight. His energy was bottomed out. He made his point. Reaching into the inner pockets of his leather jacket, he found his favorite support item. Inside a flame-retardant pouch, he always kept an open pack of smokes and a spare. He tapped one out and lit it with his finger.

As he smoked, he watched Geten waiting to see if he'd make a move. He had a strong urge to jam his foot hard onto his shoulder to flip him over, but he didn't want to risk having the ice gremlin find the energy to lunge at him and try to gouge his eyes out with vomit encrusted icy claws. -So he left him alone. Finishing his cigarette, he flicked the smoldering butt toward the sodden man just missing the shaggy white hair hanging over his face.

I'll bet he's still pretty even looking like shit, Dabi thought. Ice Guy was pretty enough in the face Dabi hadn't been sure if he was a man or a woman. He'd asked Skeptic about it when they discussed their 'top secret' mission. The master of intel had assured him Geten was a man, so he'd better put whatever nasty thought he was having out of his mind. He hadn't said it in an unfriendly way. It was more like amusement.

"GROSS!" Geten shouted interrupting his thoughts. "I can't believe you tossed your disgusting cigarette butt at my face!"

Dabi stared up with a shitty grin as Geten painfully hauled himself up to his feet. He started up the stairs almost slipping in the water. He recovered by freezing his hand to the railing and feet to the stairs to keep himself steady. Then he laboriously trudged up the stairs, feet crunching in the partly frozen water. When he got to the top, Dabi got what he wanted when he turned his head slightly to glare at him through a luminous gray eye filled with hate and hurt.

"You're putting me through a lot of trouble," Geten told Dabi in a smooth slightly petulant voice. "I'll be forced to explain why we decided it was a good idea to spar in the stairwell. I'll have to bring it to Skeptic. He will think I'm a moron, but at least he won't be mad."

Just then, Dabi realized his plan was going better than he could have hoped for. Geten would cover for them after being handled. He'd explain the damage to the villa, and Dabi wouldn't have to lift a finger or face consequences.

"Don't you dare let ReDestro know about this!" the ice man warned him, "I don't want to trouble him with stupid stuff!"

At that, Geten rounded the corner and disappeared through a door back into the main building. Dabi would do the same, but he had no idea of where in the villa he even was. Maybe he could catch up to him and ask for directions.

Surgery is postponed for Gretchen due to studies for possible neurological disorders. The neurologist said she should first get an Electromyography and Nerve Conduction Study in her legs (EMG/NCV). I'm going to try and get it done here in Indiana, as that was a most miserable drive up to Chicago. I-90 to I-290 was almost at a stand still. When we were on I-94, we got stuck behind a stalled semi. We were checked in by a black CNA who looked like a celebrity. His scrubs were dark gray, and he had a black jacket over them. He told us his commute from Gary was an hour and half in the morning and an hour back at night. I couldn't imagine going through that.

The doctor and two of his aides spent almost two hours questioning us and performing tests. Since I told them Gretchen's condition might be genetic, and that I had some of the same problems when I was a child, they observed both of us. They watched us walk and tested our reflexes. Both of us have no reflex response in our feet, although I responded to the tuning fork test and knee reflex test.

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This was a fun story to tell, but it's possible there's nothing at all wrong with my family. Maybe we just have some unfortunate features that might be symptoms of a greater disease if too many are put together but mean nothing alone. There's also the 'family demons' theory..that tragically and coincidentally, so many of us have experienced extreme emotional hell that we've become mentally strange from that. Tests on Gretchen might be a complete waste of time, but I don't feel too bad. We could get peace of mind either way, then let Gretchen enjoy the holidays, maybe getting the surgery during the shiddy, do-nothing months of Jan-March.

This entry is for my Tumblr fan page. I'm probably not supposed to do this, but I decided to post this whole comic here. I didn't want to like it, as it's part of the series that killed off Xamot, but it was actually quite good. It was a work of art. The comic itself is like the twins, telling a story in a mirror image, almost, but with a contrast in perspective, like their getup. Even though they are much different than their ARAH counterparts, they are somewhat in the spirit of the characters by having nice hair and endearing butterfaces.

Seriously though, killing off Xamot was super weak. If this comic series is still going, they should give him a soap opera revival, like maybe he could have been off overseas in some shithole country this whole time working for the Unione Corse. When he came back, he could tell Tomax he went incognito because he hadn't felt their connection anymore and wanted to do his own thing, but now it's out of his system. He'd be ready to come back and be rich and successful again. Tomax would be super pissed, of course. He might say something like, "HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME?! I almost killed myself eating TOXIC PAINT CHIPS in PRISON because of you!! What if you would have come back and found out I was long dead?! Just the other day, I passed the spot where we (insert crude memory), and it brought me to my knees with grief!"

Xamot would give some excuse, like, "I'm a silly-silly. Now give me a big old hug!" Then they'd be good again. Tomax would forgive him because of his whole 'Slavery is freedom; I'm forever yours..' attitude.

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The last time I had written about this, I had only seen a few panels of the twins, then read the synopses of a few comics. Even so, after reading this, I feel like I had their attitudes down perfectly. The style of this comics is really neat though. The whole first half is in Tomax's pov, the second half is Xamot's and they meet in the middle, mirroring each other. Tomax is on the sunny side of life. In almost every single panel, he is smiling and looking very happy. Whether he's making plans, running a business, or choking the life out of some Unione Corse member who's supposed to be like family to him, he does it with a skip in his step and a smile on his face. It's almost like, given half a chance, he could give up his villainous ways and concentrate on building infrastructure.

Xamot, on the other hand, was turning into a dark edgelord pulling them back to villainy. He had suffered an injury that left him with a bruised ego. Sometimes when bad things happen to bad people, they might get a change of heart or find religion. Not so with Xamot. He felt isolation and confinement in the business world, and he longed for wide open spaces and the good old days when he could change the world with a gun and a pick up truck. He longed for freedom and adventure. It almost is like he was becoming a chaos worshiper, believing freedom came from having endless possibilities, whether good or bad.

Interesting how Tomax felt contempt for the extremism and isolation of a warlord who was powerless in the grand scheme of things, then made the comment about young Corsican soldiers shaving their heads to express misguided individualism. I wonder what he'll make of Xamot's new look and attitude? Tomax might be like, "What?! Are we fifteen? Sometimes I feel like shaving my head and saying 'goddammit all' to the world too, but then I just take a lunch, -maybe get a massage on the way- and I'm good". Anyway, I'll find out if I can find more free downloads. If anyone can help me out with this, please pm me a link. My old source is toast for now.

Felt like doing another entry, this time focusing on both IDW comics and something weird I thought about Renegades Tomax and Xamot's psychic connection. Expect the usual. I wasn't very interested in IDW, but since I run a Tomax and Xamot themed blog, I felt the need to look into it and express my thoughts. IDW is the fourth comic continuity I've heard of them being in. The others were Marvel, Devils Due and Devils Due: Transformers. The twins had the same flashy costume design as in ARAH in those three. Hopefully there will be a new continuity of the ARAH twins coming out in 2016 in the form of the live action GI JOE 3 movie. I'm hella excited. They should hurry up and cast the actor, then release some pictures. The previews should be fantastic too. -Can't wait.

First I will put up my collection of IDW Comic panels along with commentary:

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It has taken me a month on and off to get this entry done! I'm on vacation from work right this moment, so I had a little free time to work on fandom and also crank out the first entry for against_pc currently in moderator queue. I hope it catches on. One thing I miss about LJ is the prolific political debates I used to get involved in. Now the communities with the most traffic have become echo chambers for sjws or hard leftists. therightfangirl gets good from time to time, but it's a community kept locked to keep out the troll horde.

-Was all set to crack my knuckles and get some creepy porn down, but then I got caught up in a thread about Myers-Briggs personalities. After much study, I thought, "I wonder if Tomax and Xamot have definable personalities matching one of these?" Then I realized that I had made Tomax an obvious ENTJ. Xamot was more difficult to figure out, but I believe he is an ENFP. Now I might not know what I'm talking about. Watching a few Youtube videos and reading a few web pages isn't going to make me an expert, but it's all about having fun. I thought, "ALRIGHT!! I've got a reason to write about Tomax and Xamot!! YE-YEAH!!1!"

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I almost did an outline for this in a notebook but then thought, "Ooooohh no..there's no way I'd ever finish this if I did that. I'd over think it to death." That's why I winged it over the course of a few days. I've been exhausting myself being busy all week, but in a way that I had time to think of silly stuff while I worked. Weather has still been almost non stop rainy or cloudy. I just checked the ten day report. They have got to be kidding:

The Kankakee River is almost up to the bridges, and the river has submerged bridges in Momence, which is screwed. The sheriff's department released a video showing an aerial view of flooding after Monday's rains. If one looks at 1:10, one can barely see the ripples where the dam is. The high side is level with the low side, and one can only see the top of the arches on the Station Street bridge. I've never seen it like this in all the years I've lived here.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qO-_Z0ibzOY

Still getting that visitor from Washington State either every day or every other day. It's a big mystery. I wonder if it's a bot?

I'm spending WAYY too much time on the internet reading about Puppygate, where a few conservatives -who were attacked by sjws trying to ruin their careers- altered the Hugos so that sjws would stop dominating them with gay and gender preaching. I loved reading this from one of the main players: http://monsterhunternation.com/2015/04/09/a-response-to-george-r-r-martin-from-the-author-who-started-sad-puppies/

I was banned today from ultra leftist George RR Martin's LJ. He never unscreened my comment. All I wrote was the following in reply to someone else defending the Sad Puppies: "Even other leftists are starting to think that sjws are crazy." Then I dropped this link: http://www.thecrimson.com/column/words-words-words/article/2015/3/12/simplistic-social-justice-warrior/

The banning was probably the result of 1.) Leftist intolerance for dissenting opinions -and- 2.) Martin treating the term 'sjw' as if it were the n-word. Even though I was banned, I've been still reading Martin's biased posts. I found this disturbing thread:

http://grrm.livejournal.com/418643.html?thread=20802643#t20802643

-Don't know what else this John C. Wright has written to offend the sjws, but they are calling him a homophobe because he objects to a lesbian relationship being canon in a children's cartoon? That's kind of creepy and not in a way I like. I was thinking of my Tomax and Xamot fandom in reply to this, like it would be funny to take the piss and pretend like I want to campaign to have my inappropriate brotherly love headcanon become real canon because of how these twins look at one another meaningfully.

Then I came to the conclusion I had better not because of Poe's Law: "Any sufficiently advanced troll is indistinguishable from a genuine kook." People might take me seriously because of how rabid sjws are. If it's supposedly okay to push homosexual romance in kid cartoons, then how can twincest be called icky, YOU INTOLERANT BIGOTS!!! Seriously, that's the mentality of a small handful of bullies who want to force public acceptance of a certain lifestyle on an unwilling populace. People become afraid to speak out against it, but they'd still believe it's wrong in their secret hearts. This Sad Puppy campaign gives me hope that people are willing to push back hard against sjws and their idea of 'wrong think'.

I'd feel like a skeevy weirdo even joking around about pushing twincest or any incest as a norm. I know it's wrong, but that's the fun of it in this case. Tomax and Xamot are creepy because of their psychic connection; that's the appeal with me. IE: They finish each others sentences and they have incestuous relations because they can feel the sensations of each others bodies telepathically. The newer versions of them run a cult in the middle of the desert where they've mind controlled people into worshiping them as gods. I came up with a chilling head canon about how they have a bunch of children from people they've raped under mind control. If that doesn't make a person's skin crawl then what would? I'm not trying to pass any of these ideas as great, wonderful, acceptable btw...just personally fun. :-P The old me would have trolled these ideas hard, but I've been acting in good faith of late.

Got some free days on Ebay, so mom and I have been working hard to both relist and put new stuff up. Then it occurred to me it might be interesting to do a post about the Ebay experience. It has been ten years of learning to get it going right.

Ten years ago, I found out about Ebay, but I used to be a buyer. This was back when I worked as a manager at Hardees, I think, while I waited for my postal test results. I bought a bunch of useless stuff, like native American spiritual figurines and scented candles. Then my parents got pissed off and told me that if I could afford to buy stupid shit, then I could afford to move out. I said, "Fair enough" and quit. Oh no wait...this has to be more than ten years ago, like when I worked for Dr. Bhayani and just started hanging out with my scumbag friends. Anyway, I don't know what clicked in my mind and when and why, but one day, I thought, "Heyy! I can do this! I could sell stuff on Ebay! My parents wouldn't object to me collecting money, LOL!"

The hunting began. I had a huge collection of books that I didn't need, so I started putting up $.99 auctions because they only cost ten cents, and I could relist for free once. I sold enough that I was covering the auction prices of the stuff I didn't sell, plus making a profit. I admit, I sold a lot of stuff for $.99, but I slightly inflated the shipping to get a little more. Sometimes I'd get lucky and have something get bid up almost to what it was worth. I started buying books at garage sales. There were two instances when I got REALLY lucky. One was when I found a book called The Preppie Handbook that got bid up to thirty bucks. Then I found a book called Encyclopedia of Things That Never Were that got bid up to $80. The lady running that particular garage sale had boxes of pewter Dungeons and Dragons figurines. She gave me a few for free, saying she wanted to get rid of them. I could kick myself because I sold those pretty high on Ebay. I should have offered her a lump sum for the whole lot. I haven't seen anyone selling those since either.

I worked with this lady, Laveda, who I used to call the Great Folk Hero of the Post Office because her battles with management were legendary. About Laveda: She used to tell Yolanda in so many words what a useless human being she was. -My hero, seriously. She had a disabled son and a daughter. The son was one of those thalidomide babies who was born with a flipper at the elbow of one arm. He lived on his own and passed away suddenly of a heart attack. Yolanda spread around that when they found him many days after the terrible event, his black Labrador was eating off his body. That is why I hate Yolanda forever, like who says that? It's so believable too, because it's totally something a disgusting dog would do. I don't believe it because Laveda still had the dog when I went by her house. You'd think someone would have put it down (with his/her own hands) if the rumor was true. Back on topic: One day, she asked me if I wanted to buy some of her son's old things. I ended up coming away with two solid oak antique end tables (one of which I take my Ebay pictures on) and a medium sized bookcase filled with hundreds of sci-fi and fantasy books. I made so much on Ebay for the books that I made my money back for the whole lot many times over.

Back then, I used to either wrap books in paper grocery bags or else I'd buy 9x11 sized shipping envelopes when they were on sale at Walgreens four for a dollar. Sometimes I'd get lucky and find someone selling a huge box of shipping envelopes at a garage sale, pretty much giving them away. Also, I always recycled the envelopes I'd get when I'd mail order something. I hadn't caught on to click and ship yet, so I would take all my sales to work and stand in line. Eventually, I caught on that it was worth buying printer ink and paper, just so I could print labels at home. I tried to go cheap, using the blank back sides of already used papers, like bill invoices and such. I would buy refurbished ink, but quickly abandoned that because every third time I'd get skunked with a cartridge I absolutely could not make work. Now when I buy ink on Ebay, I have to type 'geniune ink cartridge' for my model in the search engine. They are pricier but guaranteed to work.

You know how you see ads where people claim to be able to remodel their house with money they make selling on Ebay? It's true! I made so much money that when I mortgaged my first house at age 28 and finally moved away from my parents, I was able to buy all kinds of things to decorate. Back then, I would buy the things I needed directly, but it was difficult to find a deal, as people are prone to gouge. I don't gouge. Since I buy stuff at garage sales or on clearance, I price stuff to sell. That way, I can move so much cheap merchandise that it adds up quickly. I have a credit card bill every month for expenses because Ebay charges 10% final value fees for everything you sell, but I have so much more in PayPal, where the money goes when you sell something.

Right around the time when Randall was going through the immigration process, mom started selling stuff on my account. She sold mostly books, some artwork she got tired of, and some clothes. When I'd sell clothes, I'd put them in lots, as I didn't believe people would buy one article of used clothing. Mom proved me wrong by selling a lot. Now we both have it down to a science, like what brands are guaranteed to sell, what brands will sell after a while, what particular article of clothing sells better with each gender, what kind of kid clothes people are more interested in, etc. We try to keep everything we sell under 13 ounces, as first class shipping is much cheaper than priority or parcel post. Jeans, sweaters and shoes often go over, but are popular enough people will pay higher shipping. I don't sell books much anymore, as I often get hosed on media mail shipping if I don't inflate it enough, while Ebay gives me a discount for every other kind of shipping. I used to ship first class parcels in paper business envelopes, -to keep it light- but I've had a few parcels get mangled in the postal system and lost. Now I buy light-weight plastic shipping envelopes off Ebay in bulk. I can get 200 for under $15. Mom still uses paper envelopes because she gets used ones for free at work.

Mom is a lot better at Ebay selling than I am. She is more committed to buying stuff at garage sales or clearances to make a profit, whereas I buy a lot of stuff for myself and the kids, and only sell if I can't use it. Mom came up with the idea to use the money we make to buy gift cards on Ebay, instead of goods directly for a gouge. You can get a lot of gift cards or store credit cheaper than they are worth, just so long as you don't buy gas cards, Walmart cards, Amazon or Costco. Those always go for more. I've been buying a lot of Lowes cards at a discount, to fix this place up.

The downside to Ebay selling is having a lot of junk sitting around in tupperwares. I always sell stuff I've had for awhile in lots so I can reduce the stock. When I move to Indiana, I'm going to decide if I want to give everything to the church garage sale and start over, or seriously haul everything to the new house. Hopefully, I'll move in the spring, when stock is down anyway, because the only way I get new merchandise over winter is shopping clearance at Goodwill or finding odds and ends on clearance everywhere else. I got rid of A LOT of stuff before the last move, as I didn't want clutter and didn't want to sort through a lot of junk with twin babies. It will be great to move to Indiana because Illinois is always trying to pass laws to tax some of our online profits. Hopefully we will be long gone before they start coming after people. They shouldn't be able to though, because it's like a big online garage sale or flea market. People already got taxed when they bought the items the first time; why should they be double-taxed? We live in a bankrupt state though, so they'll try to get what they can get.

Ebay takes time, like you have to take detailed photos of your merchandise, and you have to give exact measurements for clothing so people will take more care and not return stuff as much. Sometimes you have to answer questions about your item, so people can get more information before purchasing. It's worth it though, because once you list something, it takes no effort to go do something else and let people view your items online. You don't have to take a day off to set up a garage sale or a booth at a flea market, and you can get a steady income, instead of one lump sum from a day of effort. You do have to check email often, in case someone bought an item and sent money through PayPal.

Sometimes a buyer will bid on something and not pay for it. You can open a case against them to get your final value fees back. Mom and I have been selling so long we have a high rating and get free listings often. We get so many free listings that we never pay to list anymore. We used to have a top rated selling status, but ran into a few douches who gave us negative feedback after the post office lost their parcels. Even though we could prove it was the fault of the post office, they still did it to be malicious because there are all kinds online. One time there was a glitch and some idiot was able to leave neutral feedback on an item she never paid for. We had to open a case against her. Mom called Ebay to ask them to remove the bad ratings that weren't our fault. She got a hold of a foreigner who couldn't speak English well, and who kept repeating the same phrases over and over again, which makes us believe they don't know what they are doing. It's annoying because we could have 300 positives, but one negative knocks us down to Power Seller for a month. I love Ebay though because it's an addicting hobby bringing a very satisfying return.

After taking a year off to take care of the twins, I went back to work on October 19th. What did I find out? Yolanda and Tanqueray both quit! I felt like it was my birthday and Christmas on the same day! I should have waited until I had all the facts before I posted this, but I had an incident that made me think of it again, then got super happy.

Yolanda quit because of her health. After a lifetime of unhealthy lifestyle choices, her knees finally gave out to the point where she couldn't perform her daily duties, thus was forced into retirement. She tried getting her route cut down to a J (day off every other week; less boxes) but she couldn't even find the extra time to do small things, like keep her labels up to date. I predict that she will eventually drop dead and have a funeral similar to the mother in What's Eating Gilbert Grape. Good riddance.

Now, Tanqueray was where I didn't have all the facts. At first my work buddy told me that she quit because she got a new job, but she didn't tell anybody where this was to 'protect her privacy'. I was like, "Riiiiiight...remember that she's a compulsive liar and the truth will out eventually." Then another guy said she quit because she had 'issues', yet he didn't say what they were and kind of looked to the side like he didn't want to talk about it. I didn't push it because I don't know him well, and want to stay on good terms because he's my sub. Then a week ago, someone brought up that stupid 'Kellybelly Kellybelly' thing she used to do and I came out and unsubtly said, "Say, why did Tanqueray quit? -And tell me the dramalicious version, not the boring version about 'issues' and all that." That's when someone told me she had a crazypants meltdown because she didn't get what she wanted. I should have asked what that was, but I was in a hurry just going out the door, and nobody was in a hurry to elaborate. I'll get it from them. The truth always outs. That's when I'll do an ETA on this post.

What's crazy is that our post office just made four people regular after a several year long hiring freeze, and Tanqueray was number three in line. Only a fucking god damn moron would quit their job in that position. I can only imagine she did it out of some insane compulsion. People like her are losers for a reason. Her whole life has been one bad choice after another.

....and the life lessons I learned from it.

Before I start, let me share with you a quote from Who's Looking Out For You? by Bill O'Reilly. In Chapter Two: It's My Party, he writes, "Okay, time then to bust another myth, the one about 'bad companions'. You know, the people your parents told you to stay away from. Well, you don't have to stay away from them, because if you are a decent person, they'll stay away from you. Nobody doing bad things wants you around unless you are in sync with their destructive agenda. Walk into any bar and order a Dr. Pepper, the booze hounds will mock you. You're not welcome at a methamphetamine party if you won't indulge, and you're not welcome at an ENRON executive meeting if you're not willing to rob other people blind. Corrupt people seek each other out, so if you are hanging around with Tony Soprano, you are already a degenerate."

Unfortunately, -although most of my coworkers are decent people I get along with fine- I work with a few not-so decent people. Sometimes I have gotten into situations where I've been stuck with them for long periods of time against my will. These people will usually patronize me and stereotype me as being 'quiet' based on their narrow-minded world view. Quiet, by the way, has little to do with my outgoingness and social skills. Translated from dirtbag, 'quiet' means: "She is a Christian conservative who doesn't say the f-word every other sentence to be edgy and cool. She doesn't crap on about wild parties she goes to on the weekends and she doesn't brag about how much dope she smoked during her glory days of highschool. Lets see how much bullcrap I can force her to endure.".

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Anyway, that's all for now. I got inspired to write this after refusing to go to a baby shower organized by one of the people I'm writing about. A friend from work didn't have a clue what was going on, so I'm keeping this record in case I want to share one day. I could maybe cut and paste in Facebook. Until next time, when I bring Tanqueray into the story and describe how a bad situation can get much worse..

This entry will be an essay exploring the two extreme and opposite faces of evil and how I believe they will work together to cause the de-evolution of modern society (if the damage hasn't already been done). Interestingly enough, one of the faces always claims to be progressive. I've probably brought up many of these points in the past, but will reiterate because I want to attach this to a future work of art. Also, if anyone irritates me on a forum, I will send them this link to torment them. Perhaps I can someday cause someone out there in internet land to toss and turn at night, their happy dreamland disturbed by accountability in the form of a tangible monster. DISCLAIMER: This is likely to be offensive on so many levels.

First, I will talk about how my day went at work on Wednesday. The fat broad across from me gets every Monday off. Her sub is really awesome and gets her route done faster than fatty, so of course she has it in for her. Tuesday, she called off and the supervisors put a sub on her route who is known to do the bare minimum of work and nothing extra, while the awesome sub will go above and beyond. When Fat Lady came in today, she had piles of mail left over from the day before, yet managed to say something negative about the good sub and nothing about the bad, even though the good sub cleaned up her mail on Monday. Then she proceeded to describe how she had been up since 4AM the previous day throwing up because of getting a bad reaction from her medication. I believe she is pushing for some kind of disability to jump on so she can get paid early retirement.

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Whew! That was a long one and I may have to edit it and add a few things! It took me three days to write because I haven't had much free time lately because of other interests. That's okay. This is one of those things I should have made an outline to organize my thoughts before writing. When I was halfway through and went to chorus practice on Wednesday, I was so mentally tired that I probably wouldn't have been able to write much of anything coherent anyway. From now on..OUTLINE=IMPORTANT. Now, I just have to work on the accompanying drawing. It will be very surreal and have a story all its own, but I'll still attach this because I'm a dickens like that. Also, I have a few other ideas for drawings and a short story in progress. The ball is finally rolling on Kharmii's Spartan Family.