#((only ankle deep in Attempting to Ignore Possibilities and Implications))

[calamitysshatteredson]

@duunswitch

"Appreciated. And likely essential, for safety reasons." It's less deadpan humor than it is full and complete honesty, but he isn't about to explain. "Chopping or stirring I may be able to handle, in any case." He's not completely unwilling to be in a kitchen, after all. It's just better to avoid potential fire hazards.

He feels a little as if he's being affected by Petrification at the question. How does he begin to answer? There's a healthy dose of learned paranoia in wondering if he should answer in the first place, but he's yet to see evidence against it. "I have a good deal of experience with a particular kind of magic. I don't suppose you're familiar with materia?" Would that exist elsewhere? Maybe with a different name. "Glowing spheres that contain-- Power. An essence." And more, at times; particularly based on their type. Not that Sephiroth has found much of a need to pay attention to technical details, only what they feel like, equipped and at his command. "I'm not sure I could be compatible, otherwise." Or if it's safe to test his abilities even if materia does exist here in some form.

Falling into a great deal of pondering just how many differences exist in how their worlds "work", for lack of a better word, he nearly misses the need to come to a stop, slightly embarrassed in spite of managing just in time. Following Leanne's gaze to what seemed like the complete opposite of what the Shinra complex looked and felt like, the comment tumbled from him, "No neighbors to come knocking in concern, in any case." He's rather pointedly already reminded himself not to wonder if that's ultimately more positive or negative by the time he finishes speaking.

A laugh. "Well, that's fine. I can handle the cooking duties." Probably for the best if she valued her kitchen. If he wanted to feel useful though, she could probably find him something to do. Most people in her experience handled the whole misplacement thing better when they were occupied.

"How much experience do you have with magic, would you say? I'm not sure I could put you on potions work, but copying down spell circles for me shouldn't be hard. It's nice when I can stockpile spells before I need them sometimes."

Much faster if she ran into trouble as well, to have them already drawn and on hand.

Leanne paused at the top of a rock, peering out. "Oh, there we go–do you see it? The cottage there by itself with the red roof. That's home!"

[gukeobi]

home is where the heart is

pairing: werewolf!jeongguk x reader

genre: fluff, slight angst (jeongguk really wants pups 😔)

words: 1.5k 

an: i finally finished the last of my finals!! im so glad to be back to writing again and hope this tiny nb drabble makes up for my absence lol 

----------

The sun was warm on your skin as it blazed from above, the absence of the shaded treeline you had grown used to in the time that has passed proved itself a bigger nuisance that you had initially anticipated. It left your already thin shirt sticking uncomfortably against the growing dampness coating your flesh, the obnoxious heat of the body currently crowded around you not doing much to help combat the discomfort. 

“Guk,” you whispered, threading your fingers through the sweaty tresses of his midnight hair. The man in question hummed lowly against your throat in response to your sudden acknowledgement, continuing his combination of biting and kissing at the exposed skin as the taste of salt clouded his senses. “we have to get back to work.” 

Despite your words you tilted your head to give the lycan more room to venture, the occasional feeling of his extended incisors peeking past the softness of his lips and scraping the sensitive expanse of your throat making you shiver in delight. You knew the both of you were only wasting time by getting inadvertently sidetracked -- the unfinished structure behind you proving that statement true -- though once he started, it was difficult to break free from his intoxicating and comforting hold. 

Tightening your fingers in Jeongguk’s hair, you pulled him away from your bruised flesh, albeit reluctantly on both of your parts, ignoring the whines of dissatisfaction and protest coming from his mouth as you pulled him up to view. You could finally see the dazed look shrouding the glowing red hue of his lidded eyes and the thin sheen of sweat coating his flushed face, a soft pout tugging at the seams of his lips that tugged at your heart almost painfully. 

“Mmm,” Jeongguk responded quietly, closing his eyes once again as he captured your mouth with his. It was a distraction tactic, you knew it was, but that didn’t stop you from giving into his advances for your own selfish desire. “Just a bit longer, y/n.” 

“You said that five minutes ago,” you chuckled against him, a soft smile working its way onto your face as you attempted to reason with the lycan.  “If we keep taking breaks, we’ll never finish on time.” 

Jeongguk’s face dropped as he took in your words, his hands moving to rest on your hips as he leaned into the warmth of your palm cupping his cheek gently. He knew you were right, the two of you have been working on this project for far too long because of his tendency to get distracted by the feeling of your skin beneath his claws and the taste of your skin on his tongue, his mind filled with nothing but thoughts of you and the pleasant lingering feeling it left behind. 

“I know.” the lycan responded, closing his eyes briefly at the feeling of your thumb stroking the slightly sunken skin of the scar that was there. It made his stomach feel fluttery, an overwhelming feeling of love and adoration filling his chest as he gazed at you smiling back at him. “You know i can’t help it.”

With a sigh you moved to run your hand down Jeongguk’s back soothingly, the exposed flesh soft beneath your touch as your fingers dipped with his flexed shoulder blades before traveling to the curve of his lower back. His head dropped into the crook of your neck in response, sighs of pleasure leaving his lips before it shifted to the gentle caress of lips on the raised scar marring your skin. 

 Mating season was fastly approaching, the months shifting from the sweltering warmth of summer to the frigid embrace of winter quicker than you had time to prepare for. In the years before, you and Jeongguk would spend the entire duration in the pack house without much consequence or disturbance, but this year, after many long conversations both in the depths of night and under the early morning sky, plans have changed. 

The home both of you were currently building was placed near the shoreline of the lake Jeongguk used to take you to every morning at the beginnings of your relationship, relatively secluded for the sake of your privacy but not too far from the pack house or your cabin. It was going to be for the both of you, for your future family. 

Although you weren’t surprised by his desire to conceive pups, something he had no issue with expressing to you in the heat of the moment, what startled you the most was the gentle hand he’d rest on your stomach each night and the longing looks to other pack’s young on the rare occasion you would visit for territorial and alliance discussions. 

It terrified you more than you like to admit. 

The feeling of Jeongguk’s hand creeping beneath your shirt brought you out of your thoughts, a wide palm resting just below your navel and rubbing the soft skin there gently. It was somehow comforting and wrong at the same time, the implications of such a miniscule action making you shift in uneasiness. 

“Come on, Guk,” you whispered with a small smile, wrapping your hand around his wrist to tug it back from where it managed to snake itself under your clothes. “back to work, my love.” 

With a soft groan Jeongguk complied, pulling back enough to let you hop down from where you were previously seated on what will eventually be the porch of your future home. The warmth of his palms was welcomed as he held your hands in his own much larger ones, a wide smile tugging at his cheeks as he tugged you forward to walk with him. 

“What would I do without you, my little wolf?” Jeongguk beamed, a playful tone coating his words. He was still walking backwards and pulling you forward by the grip on your hands, the softness of the overgrown fauna brushing at your bare ankles and making you giggle at the ticklish sensation. 

His hair was slightly overgrown and falling into his eyes, muscles shining with sweat underneath the afternoon sun and rippling with each movement as he gazed at you with so much love you weren’t even sure this was real, if he was real. 

You never knew it was possible to love someone as much as you did Jeongguk. 

----- 

With the sun finally setting back into the horizon it was significantly more cool than it was earlier, a gentle breeze traveling past you and making the flora you were currently lying in sway and tickle against your exposed skin. The sky above you was currently painted a quiet shade of pink and blue, the pastels bleeding into each other until they blended at the seams. 

You could hear the scurry of tiny animals behind you as they sought cover in the forest, the crunch of fallen leaves and quickly approaching heavy breathing the only real disturbance in the quickly fading night. What welcomed you was a cold, wet touch on your cheek, a large mass of black entering your vision as the wolf rubbed his face against yours in greeting. 

Jeongguk had left into the forest a few hours prior to cool off and blow off some steam, his movements lethargic and slow all day while he worked as his body was not designed to handle such high temperatures. You imagined he felt much better under the brisk night cover, the wind rustling his inky coat and his body less weighed down than it was before. 

“Hey,” you spoke quietly, lifting a hand to comb through the fur of what would be his cheek, slightly cold to the touch. The wolf pushed his head further into your touch in response, a low rumble sounding deep in his chest as he moved to rest his forehead against yours briefly. 

You watched with lidded eyes as the lycan shifted to lay partially on top of you, the weight heavy and nearly winding you in the process before it settled into a comfortable blanket of warmth. Jeongguk’s large head was resting on your stomach, snout pressed in the space between your breasts as he stared at you with lidded red eyes. 

“Feel better?” The wolf huffed in response to your question, closing his eyes and relaxing as the soft fur of his tail brushed against your hoodie covered arm. Your hand was dwarfed impressively in comparison to his frame, fingers getting lost in the inky darkness of the fur on his back as you pet him gently. 

Jeongguk let out one last long sigh before nestling further into you, content enough as the cool night sky brushed through his coat. There was a nagging thought in the back of his mind as he nuzzled your stomach, a whine getting caught in his throat as he attempted to suppress the feeling of disappointment he could sense was beginning to brew in his chest. 

If he concentrates hard enough, he almost believes he can hear the gentle heartbeat of his pups growing inside of you. 

[sagebodisattva]

The Conspiracy Brain Syndrome

I’ve already made this point a few times in the past, in a couple of different videos, but I think the time has finally come, to where, it needs to be more significantly emphasized, and finally be made absolutely positively unmistakably clear. Laid bare in such a way, so as to leave no question, dispelling any lingering doubts, and, hopefully, finally lay the whole issue to rest in it’s entirety. And the issue in question today is, conspiracy theory. The ideology, of which, we’ll refer to as “conspiracism”, and the adherents, of whom, we’ll classify as “conspiracists.”

Right now, these particular terms are strictly Meta Sage neologisms; as, the field of interest concerned with conspiracy theory is not generally called “conspiracism”, and the people who gravitate towards this field of interest are not commonly referred to as “conspiracists.” So the purpose of using these labels is just for the ease of discussion, even though, overall, these kinds of titles are probably ill advised, as they imply a sense of acknowledged legitimacy, which isn’t warranted, and ends up only providing them undue platform. And that’s the issue I’d like to address today. This type of allowance is the whole reason this dubious ideology has ballooned so far out of proportion. This pervasive degeneration is no longer restricted to a peripheral fringe element. No, unfortunately, the malignancy has now entered into the blood of the mainstream. So, it’s too late to nip it in the bud, as flagrant inattentiveness has allowed this disinformation to permeate into the psyche of the collective subconscious; and, at this point, only a direct vigorous attack will suffice to remedy the situation. This is no longer just a minor concern. I know that it wasn’t too long ago, when this whole issue was the equivalent of a little unassuming hapless baby lizard, but that time has passed, and we are now dealing with a full grown acid spitting nine headed hydra. We’re not looking to cut off just one of the heads of the nine headed hydra, no. We are looking to accomplish more efficient long term solutions; like hobbling the hydra, right at his fucking ankles. Kill the body, and the heads will die. This is no time for the mere treatment of symptoms. That’s wasted energy; effort that could be much better spent re-directed to more worthy applications. No, for this type of affliction, you have to go directly to the core of the disease, then root it out, systematically.

So, I’m here today to educate you as to the exact reasons why conspiracism is a crock of horse shit. But first, before we go any further, there’s a few things you need to understand, up front. Conspiracism is not a philosophy. Conspiracism is not raised awareness. Conspiracism is not righteous trutherism. Rather, conspiracism is a huge dirty lie; and, point blank, a symptom of a particularly nasty underlying mental illness. That’s gonna be the main thrust of this video. To get locked up in this kind of mind-trap is a mental disorder; even though “conspiracism”, isn’t yet listed in the DSM-5, the diagnostic and statistical manual of mental disorders; but it should be. And this needs to be seen to, immediately. And we could call this particular mental disorder:

“The Conspiracy Brain Syndrome.”

It needs a stigmatizing title, because the idea is to try and actively discourage it, and, ultimately, smother it out of existence. So anchoring it down with a heavy stigma will really help to put things in the proper perspective; because not all that much has been done to denounce or condemn this type of mental sickness thus far. Obviously, most people must have been dismissing this sickness as merely benign, as it’s been left alone to wreak havoc on people’s minds, unchecked and unchallenged. But the time has come to take the matter way more seriously, and begin to majorly disincentivize any path that will lead to a conspiracy mindset. People that espouse conspiracy theory are a major issue, and I’m not sure the general populace is even aware that it’s such a grievous problem. Unaware to such an extent, that conspiracism has now begun to infect the minds of an unprecedented amount of everyday people. To such a degree, that now, even the government of the United States is perpetuating this sickness, making implications that’s there’s some fight going on behind the scenes against “a deep state”, attempting to lend credence to the idea that a hidden government lurks behind the legitimate government, pulling the puppet strings, even though that’s all just a flat out deception, designed to scare you into continuing to assign power and responsibility elsewhere. That’s right. So actually, if you think about it, conspiracy theory is really a part of the conspiracy. Conspiracism is just another method of fear and control, designed specifically to weaken and oppress your mind.

So, I’m just so deeply sorry to all the conspiracists out there, who have just so much invested in this, but, just so you know, you have invested in a major turkey. A jive turkey, at that. Are you surprised? What, you thought you were doing something constructive for the people? Where do you get these outlandish ideas in your head that your conspiracy theory mongering is somehow a form of activism? You ain’t activating shit. At least not activating anything positive. You are only sowing anger, distrust, paranoia, and divisiveness; which, if anything, makes you an agent of disservice. So get it straight. You are not blazing a path of honor and truth, you are suffering from an acute delusional syndrome; a mental disability, that has blighted the minds of it’s fanatical adherents, and rendered their functional value down to almost completely useless. The only thing these types of warped zealots are good for, are straightjackets, rubber rooms, court ordered prescriptions of medication, and many many years of deep intensive therapy. Simply put, people who are obsessed with conspiracy theories, are mentally ill, period. There’s no reason to make any bones about it. There’s no caveats to consider, nor the slightest concern that there may be some possible hidden value to be found, veiled underneath it’s plainly unavailing utility. No, it’s quite safe to toss this one in the garbage can, without a second thought.

And people really need to step it up, when it comes to condemning these types of delusions, and step it up when it comes to shaming and ostracizing those that herald this type of message. These people deserve to be relentlessly shunned and outcast by society; so you really have to go out of your way to make their lives a living hell, otherwise they won’t find any motivation to upkeep their mental health. They will actually neglect their own mental health, to your detriment, so you shouldn’t wait too long to denounce and repudiate it, otherwise it will become too late, and soon, the disease will have spread throughout the whole community, and before long, you will quickly become overrun. You need to do whatever you can do to combat it, right now; by any and all means necessary. And much of this starts out by understanding that, you owe absolutely no allegiance, nor respect, to conspiracism. Why would you? It doesn’t have any value in the construction and maintenance of a civilization, and doesn’t have any value in the ideas, wisdom and philosophy of a civilization. So what is it, other then a cavity in the mouth of society?

And if your answer to anything I’m saying right now has anything to do with yet more conspiracy, you can put a sock in it, and save your breath, even though you are a huge waste of oxygen. Sorry, but conspiracy theories are not valid as arguments. If anything, they are indications of a deeply troubled psychology; but little else. Perhaps they serve as coping mechanisms for the malcontent, but if so, it’s a festering malignancy that’s doing more harm then good. At best, maybe this type of thinking helps you to feel better about yourself, as you fancy that the wool has been pulled down over the eyes of everyone in the world, except you, but, in reality, much of this grandiose delusion is just due to simple intellectual immaturity, and hence, it’s way past the time for you to grow up, and stop fervently clinging to juvenile belief systems.

If you can ever finally manage to emerge out from underneath this oppressive mental scourge, then you’ll eventually come to see that, all this time, you were just being an ignorant narrow-minded belligerent jackass. So you really need to get over yourself. Understand: in the wide spectrum of philosophical milestones, “conspiracy theory”, is nearly at the bottom of the barrel on the philosophical totem pole. This is the domain for beginners, not contenders. Conspiracism is barely only a notch or two above superstition and religion. Let’s put it this way: if we were to consider religion as kindergarten, then accordingly, conspiracy theory can be regarded as the 1st grade.

And speaking of conspiracy theory and religion, did you know that these two positions share a little more in common, other then both being adjacent to each other at the bottom of the spectrum of wisdom and intelligence? Indeed, these positions might even be said to be ideological cousins of sorts. Sometimes the conceptual playing field can present conditions that make for some very strange ideological bedfellows. Case in point, conspiracy theory and religion. They are more similar then most people would like to believe. They both distrust mankind and society, they both despise science and technology, and they both enjoy demonizing anyone or anything that dares to disagree with their dogma. And if you have any doubts, conduct your own survey. I would say probably upwards to 80% of people who subscribe to conspiracy theories, also subscribe to god theories. Fact is, over time, these two positions have become allies; and it’s not all that surprising to see why. If you are already of a mind that thinks mankind and civilization are inherently untrustworthy and evil, then how far can you be from a mind that declares it all to be the work of Satan? Not that far at all, I say.

If you look more closely at the association between these two positions, you will discover that, the type of mind you find gravitating towards something like conspiracy theory, is cut from the exact same cloth as the type of mind you find gravitating towards something like religion. In other words, stupid superstitious people. Deluded people, who want to desperately avoid the truth at all costs, by embracing some alternate false version of reality. An alternate false version of reality that, conveniently, assigns them more importance, and helps enable them to think that they are part of some great divine order; which they then use as the justification for their self important assumed sense of entitlement, and their aggressively invasive need to impose, oppress and demonize others. And yet, ironically, in truth, these people are of extremely low moral fiber, and have broken characters, completely bereft of any existential quality. Yet, these people feel they are in some position to tell other people how to think and what to believe, and which way they should live their lives. It’s a complete joke. It’s like a homeless crack-head trying to criticize you and give you advice on how to properly conduct your life. Gimme a break.

So bare this in mind, before you start to go too crazy, patting yourself on the back, telling yourself how much of a big fucking hero you are, for doing us all such a great favor by educating us with your fear porn, and, spew-projecting onto everyone, all of your depraved paranoid insecurities, with vomit projectile accuracy. Thanks, but you are not a hero, by any stretch of the imagination. You are not thinking outside of the box. You are not a “critical thinker.” And you are not distinguishing yourself as some great knowledgeable shepherd, who stands apart from the masses, ready, able and willing to lead the sheeple away from the darkness with some great liberating truth. No, in reality, meaning outside your fantasy, you are still a mainstream sheeple; you are just a disgruntled mainstream sheeple, who thinks that they’re somehow being less of a patsy simply by suspiciously distrusting everything. Wow! (Sarcastic clapping sound.) Great fucking job, malcontent sheep! You’ve achieved distrusting everything! Wow! You’ve accomplished a great feat of cynicism! Woot! Hurray! Sorry, but you are not some tough maverick rebel, you are just a plain ole mainstream malcontented sheep. I bet if we shove a million dollars down your blowhole, you’ll shut the hell up and go away real fast, because, in truth you are just a big lying disgruntled fake, blowing lots of hot air.

Yeah. So in case you were a little confused, now you can be unconfused. And I don’t care how much research you’ve fixated into this unbending obsession, your research means diddly-squat, and doesn’t change a damn thing. I know that you believe this self-deceptive fallacy that, the more and more research you do, the more and more crazy you start sounding to all the ignorant people around you, right? Uh huh. Well, newsflash: Your research means jack shit. You haven’t even figured out yet that sensory perception is an illusion, and yet you think that, somehow, by deeply researching the illusion, that you are actually accomplishing something useful? Shit. You may sound crazy to the ignorant lemmings, but so what; that’s like having misgivings from a donkey. Who cares. What should worry you a bit more, is that you sound like a complete and total blockhead dumbass to anyone with any degree of higher wisdom. You come across no better then a ravenous junky, struggling with an addiction, desperately seeking some way to find that next fix. So, no, you are not uncovering a truth with your “research”, you are only wallowing in a delusion: and yet you think you’ve discovered something earth shattering by noticing some sort of interconnectivity in reality. Wow! You’ve made interpretations of symbols, codes, and anagrams! Well, congratulations. Only problem is, you’re taking the whole thing way too damn literally; so it’s no surprise that you think it’s all just a matter of rooting out some secret group of dark ominous “others”, who are plotting to control or destroy a so called “world.” Your underlying intentions may be good, but your mission is utterly misdirected and futile; as, your remedy to the problem is ultimately ineffectual, because it’s an approach that addresses the wrong area of concern.

This is why you will never be given any true legitimacy, because, after all, if what you are promoting is not the truth, then, really, what the hell are you really doing? Obsessive compulsive rituals. Thoughts and actions of attachment and addiction. In other words, masturbation. So why should anyone take anything coming out of your mouth seriously, when it’s so abundantly and redundantly obvious that you have a seriously perverse hang up? It would be one thing if, every once in a while, you took note of a possible conspiracy theory, considered it briefly, and then moved on, but no. You get STUCK; and that’s how you know this obsessive fixation is really just a mental dysfunction. Where now, everything in life becomes a component of some dark nefarious plot, and there’s no conspiracy theory in existence that could possibly be too far fetched a consideration to be believed and accepted as an ironclad truth. It’s like looking at the world through murky colored glasses: everything considered must now be skewed to fit the narrative of the conspiracy theory worldview. It’s an, “When all you’ve got is a hammer, everything looks like a nail”, kind of situation. A one trick pony, who’s time has come to be put out to pasture. Because, after awhile, the whole thing just becomes so incredibly tiresome, and BORING; and, notably, a position that seems to mostly be gravitated towards by the intellectually infantile; which, of course, means a whole lotta people. And these douche-bags are annoying as hell. They’d rather scapegoat a boogeyman, then lay down on the ground and wait for rescue. And that’s what’s so seriously infuriating about these conspiracy brains: they don’t actually do anything; other then pissing in the punch bowl. Or maybe an occasional mass shooting. But other then that, very little else. And this madness needs to change.

You claim that you want to confront some kind of evil in this world? Then stop searching ‘out there’, for secret societies of elite plasma drinking pedophile reptilians to blame. You want to confront evil? Then you need not look any further then at your own damn ugly face looking back at you in the mirror. Or, how does the adage go? Sweep around your own front door before you start looking to sweep around everyone else’s. You distrust society? It’s you who can’t be trusted. You think mankind is rotten? It’s you who’s really rotten. Stop playing the victim, and stop playing the blame game. Your entire perceptual reality is sourced from the pure mind, so if there’s something out here you think is evil and an injustice, then the source of that evil and injustice, is within yourself. If you don’t like it, then do something about it, within yourself. Otherwise, just shut up about it; lest I punch a cloth gag so far down your fucking throat, it’ll come out your asshole.

Thank you.