#Bucca worship

[pysksos]

Considering adding a DNI/Please don't interact for Bucca/Folk devil syncretists. Continued ignorance isn't my problem to deal with on this blog, and I'm not going to expend all of my energy explaining why Cornish Celtic deities are not synonymous with english + wider non-celtic figures.

#Bucca #consortish #I'm so tired of it haha #If you want to worship the folk devil just do that? you dont need to dance around it by pretending the Folk Devil is someone they're not #celtic polytheism #celtic paganism #I always doubt anything about bucca coming from the USA anyway haha #if the only “cornish” ping on your blog search is gemma gary im not taking criticism from you

[wolverinesorcery]

11: What deity do you think your taste in music best represents, regardless of who you worship?

this has been sat in my inbox for a while and I honestly have no idea for all of my taste. I cannot think of a deity that'd enjoy techno/breakcore/etc, but with my folk music I can sure see Bucca or similar nature-based deities. I am biased to think that japanese jazz - especially Hako Yamasaki, suits babalon + similar delightful women of the night types

#i forgot every other deity ever answering this #ask wulfwynn #bucca #babalon

[eclipse-star-and-stang]

My feet are forever lead by the light of the morning star. ⁠ He illuminates that which is hidden and the stokes the fire of my soul.⁠ He carves and clears the path I walk and he has my name upon his book. ⁠ ⁠ ⁠ Ave Luciferos⁠ ⁠ °⁠ °⁠ °⁠ °⁠ °⁠ °⁠ °⁠ #greywitch #darkwitch #traditionalwitch #traditionalwitchcraft #tradwitch #oldways #animism #hedgewitch #livedeliciously #thedarkarts #sorcery #darkarts ⁠#luciferian #dailydevotional #worship #divine #divinity #divinelight #Lucifer #MorningStar #Lucifero #WitchFather #KingOfTheFae #OldOne #TheDevil #godlucifer #hornedgod #devilwitch #kingofthewitches #bucca Remember to follow me on Instagram to keep updated and also unique Instagram-only competitions! https://instagr.am/p/CMH9aHcHVCD/

#Witch #Witchcraft #Pagan #Paganism #polytheism #tarot #tarot reader #Instagram #My feet are forever

[thelaughingmandrake]

Savagery within thy Craft

Disconnect from the technology, the demiurge of needless space Dig your toes in the mud, the dirt, her bone-white holiness below Sit and breath, focus the mind and see, no, truly see! Compete against the fellow man, use your Arte to succeed Run twelve miles, worship the iron and give your sweat as an offering Treat all with compassion, but be thyself, heed your call, your person Don’t be trapped in their expectations, and fight when they corner you Make love under the stars, as the woodland creature and devil watch Ask “why?” as you put that garbage in your mouth, why poison yourself? Keep appearances to look civilized, but know your nature, the infinate... That which is other, wild, unfettered, a beast in disguise, in a flesh-suit So remember our lord, fairest and foul, of growth and decay... We will die, and we will rise, so to the Bucca we do one thing... Live like a savage sorcerer

#witch #witchcraft #witchery #hedgewitch #hedge witch #hedge witchcraft #hedgewitchcraft #hedge witchery #traditional witchcraft #trad witch #hedge crossing #hedge riding #sorcery #sorcerer #magick #spirit work

[mistyawe]

I'm a solitary witchling and I'm very confused! I'm into traditional witchcraft and I've seen that they often talk about the pact with the Devil and a lot of things about him. In wicca and most witches I know claim that witchcraft has nothing to do with Satanism or the Devil. Could you explain to me what's all that about! Thank you!

The witch trials begun in the 15th century. Throughout the trials, at that time, witches said they worshiped the Devil. So Old Horney, the Devil, is actually part of the beliefs of many witches. Now, witches that say witchcraft has nothing to do with Satan are right too. See, Satan is an Abrahamic concept and belief. Literally שָּׂטָן (satan) means “adversary”. The witch’s Devil is a different concept though it is historically touched by Christianity and the idea of Satan, the adversary of YHVH. Old Horney (the witch’s devil) is the master of beasts, of the wild, the bearer of light, the teacher of magic and witchcraft.  Bucca in the Cornish tradition is referred to as Devil and witch Father. Lucifer in the Aradian Gospel of the italian Stregas is the consort of Diana and father of Aradia. The deal witches do with the Devil is one of the master and his apprentice. The witch has to make a sacrifice (not their soul for that is a Christian concept too), this sacrifice is the belonging to the human world (all trads refer to the sacrifice in different ways) and the Devil gives his protection and cunning. The idea of “god” is a abrahamic one, so The Horned One is not a god in the christian sense. It is seen as a spirit/deity/force/archetype instead. 

We don’t believe in Satan, but we do believe in the Devil.

I hope this is helpful.

#devil #old horney #witchcraft #witch #male witch #cernunnos #horned one #pan #aradia #diana #gospel of the witches #witchling #traditional witchcraft #strega #stregheria #satan #satanism #ask #ask box #mistyawe

[ecotone99]

[RF] Old Friends

Chapter 1: Intro

“Do you remember the first girl you ever loved?” Victor asks Thomas. “Ahh like my first girlfriend or what? That was like middle school man.” He laughs and continues walking. “No, like the first girl you saw yourself being with for the rest of your life.” Victor is starting to slow his pace, looking up at the night sky. Thomas can tell something is off, “...Are you feeling alright, Vinny?” Victor sits down at the bench they are walking next to. It’s a cold night on the streets of this broken down sad city. The walls of the buildings around them are falling apart brick by brick and homeless people are sitting next to a burning can of garbage, hands reaching in to the flames as if worshiping the only thing keeping them alive throughout the dark long nights. Victor looks up to Thomas who’s busy playing some game on his phone he’s been telling him to buy. He laughs to himself for a second then looks further on down the street towards home. “Let’s get back before we get jumped Tony.” He says quietly so the nearby squatters don’t hear. “You’re right. Besides I have to get back to take care of the girls. My wife’s doing a double at the hospital again.” Thomas begins walking down the street, Victor follows close behind as they return home. Victor still has that dream stuck in his head though from the night before last, “Why do I keep seeing her every night.” Victor exhales deeply and keeps his eyes low while contemplating what is the reason for these dreams he’s been having.

Chapter 2: Broken Hearts, Broken Dreams.

The year is 2020 and the president has just been elected. Thomas, Victor, his brother Axel, and Thomas’s Family stand around the tv silently as the broadcast comes to a close. Victor stands up walking to the television turning it off, retreating back to his spot on the couch next to his brother. “Well I’ve lost all hope in America at this point.” He says under his breath staring at the floor. “Yeah I can’t believe this shit but we just have to stick through it, I mean as long as he doesn’t change anymore laws he can’t run again next time.” Thomas says trying to lighten the tension in the room his wife walks off to the kitchen to see what the girls are doing. “But fuck man, what the hell if this is true you know what’s about to go down.” Thomas joins them on the couch. Leaning in so the others can’t hear, “I’m going to lose my job at the union, we gotta figure something out or I’m going to go under.” His face turns red and eyes build with fire as he looks over his shoulder towards the kitchen. “I can’t let them down.” “Hey brother, I got you. I don’t care if we have to hit banks, as long as we all are good I’ll do anything.” Victor looks over to Axel who shakes his head agreeing. “Let’s just take the night to relax and we’ll see the situation tomorrow. Nothing we can do now except wait and plan for the worst, I’ll contact my uncle at the loading docks. He can find you work.” The rest of the night the group has fun telling jokes and talking, drinking and laughing as they all dance around the true nightmare that has just unfolded. The fact that these next four years maybe the last for any of them. Soon enough Axel gets too drunk and Victor decides its time Thomas and his family should return back to their place, “Glad you guys came over, I’ll give you a call tomorrow Thomas. Beatrix it was great seeing you and the kids, you all be safe tonight!” Thomas shakes Victors hand as they begin to walk down the hallway. Shutting the door Victor leans against it with his back sliding to the ground, he sits as he reaches in his pocket grabbing his cellphone. Dial tones fill the silent apartment as the phone rings, “Hello, who’s this.” A deep rugged voice answers on the other side. Victor closes his eyes as he rest his head on the wall. “It’s Vinny, Tony lost his job at the union.” He replies, now realizing how late it is and that he’s a little intoxicated. “He’s going to need some work Uncle Frankie.” Not a sound comes from the other side for a couple seconds. “Tell him 7 o clock on the dot. No if, ands, or buts. Central docks, tell him to dress nice. Your cousin Ron will meet him and tell him where to go.” The phone disconnects and Victor drops it to his chest as he slowly collapse further into the floor. He still is thinking about that dream he had last night. “Ellis, I wonder what you’re doing right now.” He closes his eyes, breathing slower as he drifts into sleep, “I wonder if you think about me, too.”

Chapter 3: The Job

Thomas pulls into the gates of the central loading station on the east side of the island. As he drives through the maze of hundreds of giant shipping containers he sees a man in a track suit next to a brand new Mercedes. The man points to Thomas waving him to park his car next to his. He gets out of the old rust bucket, the door scratching as he opens it and making a popping sound as it closes. “Are you Ron? Vict... I mean Vinny told me to find him here.” The man takes off his aviator glasses wiping them off on his lime green jacket. “Are you Ron because I..” “Yeah I’m Ron.. call me Ronny though.” He reaches out his hand shaking Thomas hand firmly then starts to lean back on his car, “You’re Tony, my Uncle gave me a call. Told me about what’s going on at the union. Damn shame man.” He rubs his forehead to show his frustration but his tone doesn’t match it. “Yeah it was going to happen eventually, with the robots taking all the construction jobs lately.” He chuckles “who would of thought that the robots wouldn’t kill us with lasers, they’d just take our jobs and we’ll all starve to death.” He coughs and looks back to Ronny. “So what’s the job Boss?” He asks. “First off I’m not your boss, and you won’t meet the boss probably for a very long time if ever.” He stands tall looking down to Thomas, “and the job is this you drive my car, you pick things up, you put them down. That’s it.” He reaches out his hand with the key in his fingers, “here take these in the glove box is a cellphone with a piece of paper. The paper has directions where to go, call when you get there.” Thomas grabs the keys and gets inside the car, looking up to Ron who is waving as he walks away to some men wearing hard hats and safety vests. “It’s okay, I trust Vinny. He wouldn’t do anything to fuck me up.” He slams his hands on the steering wheel, turning the key. “This isn’t some mafia movie Tony get your shit together.” He chuckles again, “the fuck am I doing” He puts the car into drive as he slowly crosses the gates out of the shipping yard, not knowing that this is the beginning of the end.

Chapter 4: Little Italy

“You know that we could use more help at the union Victor, if you ever need a job just let me know I can get you set straight...” Thomas says to Victor as they walk past the corner store they’d stop at after school together as kids. “It’s alright man I got this work set up with my uncle. He told me when I got out that he’d take care of me and get me on my feet again.” He smiles, they stop at the light waiting to cross. “Come on man is it legit or what? Like I can’t wait on you another 5 years brother. You need to get on track.” Thomas’s temper is rising as the conversation drags on, “you know what man I hope it all goes well, if you don’t want the job that’s fine. Just don’t come crawling back to me when shit hits the fan.” He walks as the signal changes. “Hey man honestly it’s a great job, he won’t let me get locked up again. I don’t run with those dudes anymore anyways. Family first, that’s what I should have known all along.” He matches pace with Thomas, “so what are your plans for New Year’s Eve? I have to see my family at this party at the Bucca down the street, it’s been forever since I’ve seen them all.” “Me and the kids are just going to watch the ball drop on the tv, Beatrix is working the double again tonight.” He sighs and stops at the entrance to the parking ramp, “look I’m glad you’re out man but for real I’m not waiting tell 2020 to see you again bro, stay straight for two years and you’ll be off probation.” He pats Victor on the back roughly and Victor throws a punch towards him. “Fuck off I got this punk, 2020 is when all this will finally turn around. Just you wait and see Tony.” He smiles looking up to the moon shining like a silver dollar in the sky. “Yeah Vinny, we’ll see man.”

Chapter 5: Bucca

Thomas drives his car down the tight streets of a part of the city known as “little Italy”, as he turns the next street he recognizes the corner that him and Victor had been that New Years night when he got out of jail. “Damn fool, what have you got me into now.” He throws his cigarette out the window as he goes through the light driving to his destination. As he pulls to the finally turn he comes around to see that the address is to a restaurant with a bright neon sign. People crowd the street in front of the building wearing suits and fancy dresses, a boy runs out to cars parking them as more rich people walk up to the doors. “What the fuck is this place.” He looks up as he passes the building, a diamond amongst the rough stone structures surrounding it. The sign reads Bucca, “The Bucca, I remember him mentioning this place.” He knew Vinny’s family had ties in this restaurant but no idea as to how. He pulls up the car to the spot as stated in the note picking up the old trap phone flipping it and dialing 4 to call the number, “hey it’s Tony.” He says as the line picks up. “No names, T. Next I want you to enter the place and sit at the bar. They’ll be waiting.” The phone hangs up. Thomas puts it on the seat. Taking a deep breath and getting out of the car walking into the restaurant. “Excuse me sir.” Calls out a short man with a pencil mustache, he’s wearing a all white suit with a black bow tie as if he’s dressed for a wedding. “Reservation?” He points to the book on the table in front of him, two bigger men in black suits walk to either side of tony from behind. “I’d just like to sit at the bar please.” He responds, trying to convey the message he has business there without revealing to much. “I’m expected to be here.” The man looks to the guards then back to him, “alright I’ll let the boss know you’ve arrived... Tony?” He says seeming to have not remembered his name or perhaps testing him. “Thank you. Have a good night.” Thomas walks through the entryway to the main dining room. Candle lighting, beautiful bouquets of roses on each table, a woman sings old opera music in the corner as a old gentlemen plays the piano in the background. Waiters carry out large silver trays covered and delivering their gifts of food to the wealthy as they enjoy the sweet tastes of greed and bliss. Thomas walks on further to the back wall in the left corner near the kitchen. A small bar being attended by a young man stands there, with a fine dressed middle aged man sitting alone enjoying a drink to himself. He looks up to Thomas as the bartender gets his attention pointing to the new stranger that’s arrived. “Tony my boy how are you?” The man gets up and walks to him and now Thomas realizes whom he is speaking to. “Frank? What are you doing here? I wanted to thank you for helping me and my family out..” he’s cut short when Frank raises his hand and waves for him to sit along side at the bar. They sit and the bartender looks to Thomas, “I’ll take a vodka. On the rocks.” “Vodka, I thought that you’re Costa Rican or something?” Frank laughs as he sips his dark liquor, “but never mind let’s talk about what we’re here for. You need work, I got some odd jobs that need doing. The pay isn’t incredible to start out but as you prove yourself to not only me but a couple others, you will be doing great just like my nephew Vinny.” He puts the drink down turning to Thomas. “How does that sound sonny?” Holding out his hand to him. “Honestly I can’t be doing anything to jeopardize my family sir. I can’t be...” “Now wait just a minute, now I know we don’t know each other much but I think you got the wrong idea here Tony. I’m not telling you to do anything you don’t want to, I just knew you need to take care of those girls and your pretty wife so...” Tony slams his hand on the table, “don’t talk about my family like that.” He takes a big drink of the vodka that’s now watered down. “But yeah I need the money and the unions a no go. So when do I begin?” He drinks the rest as he sets the glass on the table empty. “That’s what I like to hear my boy, family first right?” Family first there’s that same thing from 2 years ago, Thomas thinks to himself. A sick feeling hits his stomach as he shakes the large mans hand. “You’ll start tomorrow, I’m having Vinny pick you up in the morning. 7 o clock again.” “Right sounds good Frankie, thanks again.” And Thomas walks out driving the car back to the yard and returning home to his family just before supper. “Mi amor I’m home.” Thomas calls out, the sound of his children laughing and playing in the distant. “How has your day been Beatrix?” She comes walking out of the kitchen with a spoon in hand, bowl in the other. “How did it go with the interview today Tommy?” She smiles as she returns to the wonderful smells coming from the stove. Thomas follows her in the kitchen grabbing her around the waste pulling her in tight squeezing her as she continues turning the noodles. “It was good, I think Frank is going to be able to get me that job after all.” He smiles to her but as she turns away it fades from his face. “I’ll be a driver. Delivering goods to the Bucca in Little Italy.” He let’s go walking to the fridge grabbing a beer. He cracks the cap and tosses it across the room into the trash. “A driver? Do they make as much as the union? What are your hours looking like? Will you be able to have holidays...” she begins to get ecstatic as Thomas walks up holding her again calming her down. “It’ll be alright don’t worry about all that, I had a slip but we’ll be right back on track soon enough.” He kisses Beatrix on the forehead as he retreats out of the kitchen and into the living room, sitting on the couch wondering who’s more uncertain of the future, him or his wife.

Chapter 6: New Beginning, Same Story

He sat there looking up at the ceiling, following the cracks leading from one corner to the other like roads on a open desert. “Shit. I’m late!” Victor jumps up grabbing together clothes as he runs out the door, “A I’ll be back in a bit, Tony and I need to take care of some things for Ronny today.” He yells back before slamming the door behind him. Driving his old Cadillac Seville he turns down Thomas’s street, parking a few buildings down. He grabs his phone out of the glove box dialing 5 to call Tom’s burner phone. “Hey sorry I was running behind Ill take the blame just hurry up!” He looks to his watch which reads 6:47am. “Fuck. Ronny’s going to kick my ass for this.” Thomas comes down the stairs of his old building to Vinny’s car smacking the hood, “what the hell my first day and now I’m going to be late, the fuck Vinny.” Victor looks up to him shaking his head, “I know I know, sorry. I’ll let them know it’s my bad.” Victor puts the car into gear and pulls down the road towards the business district of the city. Thomas lites a cigarette and looks out the window still pondering the conversation he had the day before with Frank, “so what’s with the Bucca?” He asks Victor. Victor looks at him out the corner of his eye, grins and nods. “What about it? It’s a nice Italian joint down there ain’t it?” He laughs. “Yeah my uncles uncle owns it or something, not sure but Frankie runs the place now that’s all I know.” He turns left into a alley way, putting the car in park. “Look I gotta tell you this because no one else will and I want you to make it in this work.” He puts his hand on Thomas’s shoulder. “Don’t ask too many questions, and definitely don’t ask questions at the wrong time. People will think you’re a pig or something.” He laughs again. “Just what the fuck did you get me into Vinny? Like are we delivering clothes and food to the homeless, or delivering guns and bombs to the Chinese?” Victor starts to laugh even louder almost losing his composure, “I’m serious Victor.” “We’re delivering packages, we don’t look into the packages, we don’t ask about them. Just pick them up and drop them off. That’s it, this is what I’m saying to you. DONT ASK QUESTIONS.” He starts the car again and pulls out of the alley, “now we’re meeting Ron, he’s got us picking up something from the Mexican restaurant in downtown called la casa blanca, I think that’s why he wants you tagging along.” He smiles to Thomas. “Yeah let’s send the Hispanic right? Fuck you.” He looks back out the window flicking out the cigarette. “Hey man if my pasty ass walks in there people are going to notice, it’s no offense to you, you just fit the part. So act it Tony.” They pull into a parking lot and stop the car again, Victor looks to his watch again. “It’s 7:05 where’s Ron?” He says with a hint of anxiety in his tone. “Probably left, and I’m probably jobless thanks homie for real...” Thomas yells as the Mercedes pulls into the parking lot, parking across from the Cadillac. “See now we were never late you chump.” Vinny says with a smirk getting out of the car and meeting Ronny with a handshake, Thomas steps out and approaches the two. “Hey how’s it going?” He calls out, “what’s the word?” Ronny looks to him and waves him to come closer, as Thomas walks over he starts to tell him the plan, “Well this right here is la casa blanca, and the boss needs you to go grab some boxes out of the kitchen and bring them back to the docks by 12pm” he hands him keys, “this goes to that big moving truck over there.” He points over Thomas’s shoulder to the white truck with Bucca written on the side. “Get it there on time, then call 4 on the phone when it’s arrived. I’ll meet you later to get you paid.” He waves and nods to both of them as he jumps back in his fancy car, driving away into the now alive city. “So are you ready to do this or what?” Vinny asks Thomas, who is still watching Ronny drive away. “Just walk in like you belong and head to the back, say you have packages to pick up.” He smiles and pushes him towards the restaurant, “I’ll be out back with the truck.” Thomas turns and begins walking in the direction on the restaurant, there’s nobody around, it’s like a ghost town. But he continues through the double doors into la casa blanca. “Hola, I’m here to grab a package. It’s suppose to be in the back?” He waits a few minutes with no reply, so he walks to the kitchen walkway in the back. Entering the kitchen he can see that water is still in the sink with dishes so somebody must be around. There’s two boxes sitting on the floor, each about the size of a shoe box. He picks one up and it’s heavy. “What the hell is in this thing?” He asks himself, grabbing the other one so he has one under each arm. He makes his way to the exit calling back one more time, “thank you.” As he walks into the alley. Vinny is parked a ways down but quickly starts the truck and pulls up to him, jumping out and opening the back. “In here hurry up!” He yells to Thomas. Thomas paces over to the back throwing the heavy load into the storage space closing the rolling door. “It’s 7:30 it’ll take us awhile to get to the docks, I’m going to go on a scenic route I know.” They both run and jump into the truck and start driving. They cross the big square garden as they make their way to the other side of the city. It’s about 10:00 by the time they reach the east side because of traffic and the long route Vinny decided to take. Thomas’s heart is beating out of his chest, he looks at Vinny who seems so calm and can’t understand how it’s possible he’s able to keep his composure so well. “How do you do this Vinny?” He mumbles under his breath, focusing on the cigarette burning between his fingers. “I told you back then that this isn’t what I wanted you doing and now look, here I am doing it with you.” He closes his eyes. Wiping some sweat off his brow. “I just do what I need to do man.” His face turns off like a light, almost all the confidence and strength that was in his voice and stature have completely faded. “You know what I thought about all those nights locked in that hell?” He laughs to himself, turning and looking at Thomas with a lifeless stare as he pulls up to the gates of the shipping yard “all I thought about is how I could have done it different, where I went wrong, and mostly who I should have trusted.” He begins to pull through the containers to the drop off point, “I don’t regret anything I’ve had to do to survive, I just learn from my past and do it right the next time.” He smiles now and gives a salute to the workers as they drive by. “Hey it’s T, we dropped it off.” Thomas hangs up the phone. “So now what?” He asks Victor who’s laying back in the truck seat looking like he might fall asleep. “Well T. I guess we wait tell we get a call.” He jumps out the truck and begins walking to the exit, “come on, let’s catch a train to home.”

Chapter 7: The Dream

Victor finds himself once again looking up to the ceiling of his old apartment. He has a cigarette burning in the ash tray next to his bed, the sheets and blankets thrown about like a tornado had just came through. Dirty clothes and empty pizza boxes litter the floor, a old television in the corner on the dresser plays a black and white movie from the 50’s. He reaches down into his jean pocket and grabs out the envelope he’d received from Ronny earlier that morning, “let’s see what we got” victor announces to the empty room. Reaching into the vanilla paper he pulls out a couple 100 dollar bills, he counts them piling them on his chest as he runs through the take from the la casa blanca job. “Fifteen hundred, not bad.” He stacks up the bills and deposits them into the shoe box under his mattress which has many more stacks within it along with a small sheet of paper and a pen. Victor writes the new total on the sheet, scanning the money to make sure his brother hasn’t been snooping around and stealing again. “That makes a little under 25,000.” He smiles as he returns the box to its hiding spot. He stands from the comfort of his bed and begins throwing clothes into the basket near his closet. Picking up the trash into a bag he walks to the the door of his apartment and makes his way down the stairs towards the dumpster outside. As he reaches the door to exit the building something catches his eyes from across the street, a woman. She’s wearing a long tan dress coat that hangs to her knees, she’s in a pair of tall black heels with a big droopy hat that matches. Sunglasses cover most of her face but it’s no match for masking the beauty of this blond haired heart breaker. “Damn.” Victor says quietly to himself as he walks out the door to the alley. He drops the bag into the dumpster and begins to retreat to the apartment complex, but decides to take one more look at this curiosity he just witnessed. As he looks over the lady has now removed her glasses and hat, her long blonde hair falls down her back, and victor can’t help but feel this pulling in his soul to go talk to this girl. But he knows that a woman dressed so nice, and that looks that good has to be taken so his own self doubt starts to pull him back. “Thank you billy, I really appreciate that you made this on such short notice.” The lady says to the man working inside the bakery, “I’ll see you this Friday night to make the payment on the cake, hope you have a great night handsome.” She turns placing her hat back on her head and starts walking back the way she had come from. “There’s no way. Why the hell would she be on this side of town?” Victor says to himself as his heart starts to beat faster and his palms become clammy. He waits a moment for the girl to get to her car and drive away before he runs over to the bakery. “Hey Bill. It’s me Vinny, how’s it going?” He calls out to the old man working behind the counter. A hot oven with large flames pushes heat across the whole room as victor enters the building. “Hey I got a question about that girl you just talked to. See I think she may have been somebody..” “It was Ellis. She always buys her bread here, but she has some kind of party coming up this weekend so I made a cake for the event.” Says the baker to Victor. He turns back to the table and begins turning more dough, looking over his shoulder to Victor again, “You kids use to come here and steal from my shop all the time. Bunch of trouble makers you two are together.” “Yes we got into some trouble but you know I just did what I had to so my family could eat.” Victor says, “but it’s so weird I thought she moved to England or something for school, I would have never thought she’d come back to this crap heap. No offense.” He chuckles to himself, the baker looks back to the dough and begins working again. “Yeah that girls to good to be hanging around these parts of town. But she’s always welcome and a delight to have around. She returned from school this last summer, comes in about once a week after work to come grab some stuff here.” The baker starts to flatten the dough on the board in front of him, “now are you getting something or are you paying me for this information detective?” He says sternly. “Oh yeah sorry Bill. Give me two of the Italian.” He hands the man some dollars out of his pocket, “keep the change.” He says as he begins to exit to the street. “Thanks again boss.” “Hey Vin. You know it’s not my place and I shouldn’t tell you this, but she did ask about you when she first got back. Was wondering where you were staying but I decided to keep it to myself.” The man smiles to Victors face that’s frozen. “Just thought you’d like to know” She has been thinking about me then, victor thinks to himself. Maybe he’s not as crazy as he thought he was, or maybe it’s just a strange coincidence. “Cool, well thanks again billy. Have a goodnight.” He walks back to the apartment building, still baffled that he saw her today. She’s been across the street every week this whole time and Victor couldn’t open his eyes to see her. “Ellis, I don’t even know what to say to you after all this time. But I have to say something Friday.” He falls back onto his bed, looking out the window to the sun peaking from behind the clouds. “It’s a beautiful day. Maybe Tony and I can go play some ball downtown.” He says as he begins to drift back to sleep, returning to the reoccurring dream that haunts him every time he closes his eyes, “Ellis.” He whispers as he loses consciousness.

Chapter 8: Part of the Family

Thomas closes the door to his apartment behind him, it’s late and his family is all asleep inside the silent home. He locks the bolt and he hits the button calling the elevator. As he watches the numbers light up above the doors getting closer and closer he can’t help but smile, “man I can’t believe it, 4 hours of driving and I made enough to pay my rent this month.” He takes out his phone playing another game. He doesn’t even look up when entering the elevator just walks in and hits the button for lobby. As he turns his back to the control panel he notices somebody else is in there with him, “whow I didn’t see you there ma’am.” He says with what little breath he has from the sudden scary he had. “It’s no problem. Didn’t mean to startle you sir.” She replies with a smile, she has short brown hair that compliments her olive shaded skin and hazel eyes. She doesn’t stop smiling as she continues, “so I’ve seen you around the building.” She looks down then back to Thomas, “I’m Serena. I live on the 8th floor.” She reaches out her hand to him. He returns the shake and turns back around to the door, trying to avoid eye contact. “My name is Tony.” He coughs and takes his phone out again playing the same game as before. “What are you playing? I like video games...” she begins to walk up behind Thomas getting so close that he can feel her breathing on his neck as she looks to his phone. “Oh that’s the new free for all game right? I haven’t played that one yet but it looks really good.” He shakes her off and grunts. “Yeah it’s not bad” the elevator stops as they reach the ground floor, “it was nice meeting you Serena. See you around.” He says as he walks off to the exit. “It was nice meeting you too Tony, can’t wait to see you again.” He looks up to her as she waves with a smile from ear to ear, who is this woman? He thinks. He waves back to her before leaving the building into the cold streets in the dark of night. It’s about 10:30 when he gets to his car, turning the key the engine fights to bring fire to the cylinders. Finally it starts and he plays some jazz music on the radio dialing 4 on his phone, “Hey, I’m ready.” “Good, this one is just going to be you. But it’s straight forward. Go to the yard and get the truck, directions are in the glove box again.” Replies Ronny on the other side. “Hey kid, be careful.” He hangs up the phone, the empty line tone fills the air as saxophone plays gently over it in the car as the heat begins to kick in. He begins driving across the city, the lights all around look like stars in the sky, clouds cover the moon so it’s hard to see anything besides what’s in the headlights of his vehicle. He gets to the yard at about 11:00 and he jumps into the moving truck once again, turning the keys and opening the glove box. “What the fuck is this.” He grabs a paper bag out of the box with a piece of paper also. At the top it reads (just in case) along with the directions to a Irish pub on the north side. As he opens the bag and dumps it’s contents on the seat next to him metal falls across the floor clanking as they roll under the seat, and a large object falls heavy. As he begins to gain focus on what’s laying there his assumptions come full circle, it’s a handgun. The bullets are scattered across the truck so he begins collecting them back into the bag, placing the gun in there as well and tossing it back into the glove box, “Vinny, you son of a bitch.” He rests his head on the wheel, then buckles up and begins driving back to the north side. “God please keep me safe.” He pleads as he drives out the gates. It’s a quiet drive with not much traffic besides the occasional car that’s probably returning home from a night out. “Friday night and I’m out here probably going to get shot or end up in jail.” He continues on, only a few blocks from where he’s suppose to get to. When he arrives at O’Malley’s Pub he notices that there’s still not a lot of people around, but the open sign is flashing so he decides to go in, he tucks the pistol in his waste band on his back pulling his sweatshirt over it as he steps down from the truck. The steel is cold on his spin and he takes a second to pull up his pants and tighten his belt so the gun will stay in place. Pacing over to the doors like a stalker in the night he opens it, walking into a bar that has only a few people drinking and casually talking about the weeks events. He goes to the bar and sits down waving at the bartender. “I’ll take a beer, and I’m here to get a package.” The bar keep nods leaving a beer for Thomas and going to the back. When he returns he has only a piece of paper, “here’s what you’re looking for sir. Beers on the house.” The bartender slides the sheet to him. On it is another set of directions to a park nearby, he looks up to the man confused. “I was told it would be here. Not go to another location.” He try’s to not show his worry as he replies to the redhead gentleman. “Yeah my boss said to apologize for the inconvenience but he wants your guys to know everything is accounted for and shipments will continue as planned for now on. He even left a little surprise in there as well.” He smiles then walks over to the other customers at the other end of the bar. “Great.” He laughs quietly, “another surprise.” He finishes his beer and returns to the truck and begins to continue on his lonely journey. As he gets closer to the next spot he can’t help but feel this anxiety coming over him, should he call Ron. Should he call Vinny, or should he just suck it up and wing it? Once you prove yourself to not only me but others too, you’ll be doing great just like my nephew. That’s what he said, thinks Thomas to himself. So he takes a deep breath and pulls into the park. As he walks over to the car that was described in the note from the Irishman he notices that no ones inside. “Pop the trunk, it’ll all be in there” he quotes the instructions. As he lifts the trunks handle to open it he can’t help to shake the feeling he’s being watched so he scans his surroundings one last time before lifting the door. Inside is a envelope with sorry written on it, underneath is a big box that’s not labeled. He retrieved the box and envelope and returns to the truck, his nerves still running crazy so he lites a cigarette and drives towards the docks. “Well we’re almost there Thomas. Just drive normal and stay calm.” He try’s comforting him self before setting off. Right as he starts pulling out of the parking lot a beeping sound starts to pour out from the box. His heart begins to match it as it increases in speed. “Shit.”

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[lapuslazulli]

Chapters: 27/27 Fandom: Sherlock (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson Characters: Sherlock Holmes, John Watson, Harry Watson, Clara (Sherlock), Original Female Character(s), Original Male Character(s), Sarah Sawyer, Bill Murray (Sherlock), Mrs. Hudson (Sherlock Holmes), Greg Lestrade Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Magical Realism, Mythical Beings & Creatures, Horned God, Group dance, Group Sex, Body Worship, Drinking, under the influence, impaired judgment, Dubious Consent, Blow Jobs, Anal Fingering, mentions of beating, Mentions of alcoholism, Anal Sex, Transformation, Slow Transformation, Body Changes, Mpreg, Antlers, BAMF John Watson, Possessive Sherlock, Negotiations, Miscommunication, obstinate buggers, oak tree, Celtic Mythology & Folklore, Bucca, Deals, Shapeshifting, Sherlock's Violin, Sherlock Plays the Violin, Mentions of birthing complications, Mycroft cameo (sorta), getting a clue, Licking, Frottage, pregnant belly, almost-declarations, Illnesses, Caring Sherlock Holmes, Dwarves, Cŵn Annŵn, Netherworld, Underworld, underworld creatures, Rings, Fights, magical powers, Thunderstorms, Thunder and Lightning, the wild hunt, St. Elmo's Fire - Freeform, Character Death, Coping, Coping Mechanisms, Moving On, Paternal Lestrade, Defensive John, Understanding Sarah, supportive sarah, Big Brother Mycroft, Mycroft Being Mycroft, Mycroft Being a Good Brother, crossing water, Pagan Gods, cernunnos - Freeform, Modron, Belisama, Bargaining, Reconciliation, Healing, Insecurity, Insecure Sherlock, Insecure John, Self-Esteem Issues, talking through issues, Misunderstandings, mild jealousy, Riding, Pregnant Sex, John's Had Enough, making a relationship work, Male Lactation, Mentions of male lactation, Semi-graphic description of birthing, waters breaking, contractions, Premature Birth, birth pain, Emotional Support, Fitting In, Parenthood, Parental bond, Parental Love, Baby Names, The importance of Names, celtic symbolism, celtic tree symbolism, Protectiveness, eisteddfod chair, Family History, painful memories Summary:

AU. After falling out with his sister, John ends up in a Cornwall Midsummer’s Eve celebration in the middle of a forest that’s rather…different. After the hazy night of magic and passion with a pale-eyed man, he goes home to London. He’s in for a surprise when his stomach starts growing and buds appears on his head. Not one to just accept things, he returns to Cornwall to demand an explanation. When he meets the forest king, Sherlock, again, he has to come to terms with not only what’s happened to him but what kind of magical world he’s been thrust into. Plus, there’s the questions of whether he trusts the antlered man and how he'll survive being apparently pregnant. Sherlock isn’t much help. That doesn’t mean he isn’t trying to somehow make John understand his feelings, however, even if he’s greatly hampered by being Sherlock. They slowly move forward but problems beyond their control may arise from an act done with the best of intentions. How will they cope, separately and together?

#Fanfic #AO3 Link #Sherlock Fanfic

[wolverinesorcery]

🌞 📿 💌 🥂

🌞 - Which deity(ies) are you closest to/do you worship the most often?

I tend to be closest with Bucca & Babalon – though Hera is slowly re-entering my practice as a mainstay. I do have others I venerate frequently but I wouldn’t say that we’re exceptionally close just yet but eventually we will be (in that category I include Elen of the Ways, Starry Aurochs, & the Solar Serpent).

📿 - What are three things you're grateful to your deity(ies) for?

This is sappy but the top three things are

Feeling more connected/integrated with the world around me on a spiritual level (deities and spirits inhabit the world I live in so how can I not be excited for every day).

Providing mostly-unconditional love and guidance through difficult things (they will, however, smack me over the back of the head if I’m the one being a nightmare not the Circumstances).

Giving me extra motivation to read widely and deeply – reading confusing philosophy books is more appealing when I can tie in what I read to understandings of my deities, religion, and thealogical world-views.

💌 - What is your favourite form of deity communication?

While I know it can be sometimes a bit dubious/prone to clouding via my own feelings, I deeply madly truly love communicating with my deities via intuition & shadowing (stealing Rook’s/@leannan-sithe's phrasing for this one - “inviting an entity to linger around you without occupying you and giving you nudges or feelings […] This method lets people retain individuality but have an entity hang out. It gives express permission for the entity to communicate and affect the person, without controlling them.”) Both are forms of communication that I’ve found to be incredibly useful because they don’t always rely on external tools for communication. Granted, I still will use tarot/oracle/lenormand cards for Big Conversations when they happen so I don’t cross any wires.

🥂 - What is your favourite devotional act or offering to give?

I genuinely love intuitively cooking a meal with slightly more expensive ingredients than usual and sharing it with Them all. It sounds small and regular but it’s something we all love and enjoy as a means of building connection. Plus, intuitive cooking can be the mundane option (a funky article on it here) or receiving backseat instructions/ideas from the deities involved.

from this ask prompt list

#ask wolverine

[pysksos]

21 day Newbie Devotee challenge #4

Day 4: What symbols/animals/plants/etc. are associated with your deity? Start out by listing the ones that you know.

A lot of Bucca's associations are largely UPG. The first symbol that springs to mind is the Rocky Valley Labyrinth, an animal would be a goat and a plant would be gorse!

Some other symbols I would include would be a stang, a ritual knife and the threefold track. Animal-wise I'd also include a ram/ewe, a Cornish adder, a chough and a hare. Maybe a seal too. Something a little unconventional that I've got no real explanation for is a badger! For plants there aren't many things aside from gorse I can immediately associate with them, maybe heather, blackthorn, yew & a sessile oak tree.

Then, do a little research to see if you can find more. In a separate list on the same post, list those ones, too. Make note of which ones you think fit and don’t fit your deity.

In research, all I could find as a fish (no specific one, but I suspect a pilchard), which makes a lot of sense to me - fish are something They quite enjoy (both the actual being and fish-shaped things).

I also found the horse and the toad. Both of these feel much more tenuous to me than a fish - toads have a general connection to Cornish folk witchcraft, which Bucca is part of, but the toad doesn't seem to be a direct link beyond that. Horses are coinnected to Them through Their wild hunt associations - again related but not symbolic. They seem like more of Jinny's/Ankow's deal.

#newbie devotee challenge #godspousing #godspouse #godconsort #deity worship #bucca #consortish

[wolverinesorcery]

Bucca Dhu and the Wintertide

As true with my previous post about Ankow, this contains a lot of UPG from my own personal workings and worship of the Bucca. For some interesting reading, Gemma Gary has the most easily accessible books on Them (though I personally disagree with the assigning of masculine titles & traits exclusively). I'll also note my other issue with a title assigned to Them by Gary - "Bucca Gam". I don't know the origin of 'Gam' as a title (but I'm certainly trying to find out), but it translates in kernewek to hunted game. Which doesn't seem fitting in my opinion, but as the post is going to be specifically about Dhu and Their aspects, it shouldn't come up!

I'll start with a shared view between myself and Gary's work that features a chapter entirely on the Bucca - Traditional Witchcraft: A Cornish Book of Ways.

As storms come rolling in across the land, it is said that Bucca Dhu is riding. On the dark and cold nights of winter, Bucca Dhu is also described as riding a great black horse with blazing red eyes and smoky breath. Such lore surrounding Bucca Dhu is cognate with the widespread folk traditions of the Devil and Odin/Woden, as leaders of the wild hunt, which in British tradition runs along the Abbot's Way towards Cornwall; the last stop en route to the Otherworld. (Page 79)

Bucca Dhu is the storm god associated with the winter months, the inner words, introspection, dark and defensive magic and the new moon. Bucca Dhu is seen to rule from Allantide to May's eve. Both Bucca Gwidder and Bucca Dhu however are associated traditionally with mischief and unpredictability (reminiscent rather of Cornwall's remarkable and famously changeable weather. This may be seen as something of a paradox hen considering Bucca Dhu's introspective association, however introspection can take us to the deeper animalistic parts of our being. (Page 83)

While personally I do not use Christianity or Christian parts of Cornish folk magic within my craft, and do not equate the Bucca Dhu to literally be the devil/masculine evil/witchfather (in part because I still hold spite over Methodism and Victorian sensibilities trying to 'domesticate' the Cornish - note I do celebrate some holidays that are Traditional to Cornwall that have been Christianised), there are certainly wider folkloric links between the two!

Bucca Dhu, within my practice, holds the role and titles of Androgyne Destroyer, Master of the Wintertide, Mother of Storms and Chief of Beasts (in contrast, Bucca Gwidder is the Fair Creatrix, Mistress of Summertide, Father of the Calm seas and King of the Land). I invoke Them specifically during the Wintertide to give Gwidder Their respite, and outside of that I invoke for matters of undoing, binding, emotional wellbeing and blasting (baneful magic). They are also my guide for shadow work as a matter of introspection and hold power over the solemnity of ancestor worship (Gwidder, meanwhile, is full of the joys of Spring in ancestral worship, festivals, outward workings, etc).

To list their domains outside of their weather and animal responsibilities, I also include transformation and ritual purification in the terms of inward rites, periods of liminality, home and hearth, communication, visual arts (as opposed to Gwidder, who holds more power over written arts). They also bless the Apple Trees during Wassail and guide any rites or workings preformed over the festival period comprising of Nadelik, Candlemas, Nickanan Night up to Shrovetide. They also, in my experience, are wonderful to invoke for rights that involve Annown (though Gwidder is also wonderful for this - I'd separate them by Dhu is wonderful for Annown workings that involve introspection/answer seeking and Gwidder is perfect for Annown workings that are more about reaching out and communing).

A more general writing about Bucca - in my own views and customs They are such uniquely Cornish deity. Unlike the Hellenic/Theoi Pantheon (which I also venerate) they are so much more local and concentrated down to just the county, it's an intense feeling to work with them...especially on ancestral burial lands. I've noted that They still hold some power in Devonshire lands, mostly the moors, but during a cross-country trip their absence was sorely felt all the way through until Scotland. I am going with the theory that the Bucca simply refuses to inhabit lands held by the English - Scotland is a fellow celtic nation with wild lands and old gods, so perhaps They felt more keen to be felt where Their nature is already understood. I can't speak to Their influence outside of Cornwall in the overseas sense - I don't tend to travel much in these covid times.

I do feel a great deal of affection for the Bucca, both combined and separated into Dhu and Gwidder. They are intimately involved with my life and it's a special gift to be given. I hold a physical piece imbued with Their energies, a hagstone on green thread (green, of course, for the powers of the land and physicality. It's also imbued with sprowl from multiple long walks across the sacred landscape.)

Also posted to https://pysksos.blogspot.com/2021/10/bucca-dhu-and-wintertide.html

#Bucca #The Bucca #United Bucca #Grand Bucca #Bucca dhu #Wintertide #cornish witchcraft #a cornish book of ways #kernow #cornish folk magic #cornish folklore #cornish pantheon-ish #cornish folk religion #celtic polytheism #brythonic polytheism #cornish polytheism #ankrydor

[wolverinesorcery]

Colour Magic in Cornish Folk Craft

A mix of UPG & Correspondences from Gemma Gary's Traditional Witchcraft: A Cornish book of Ways

🟥 Red magic is based in the land's energy. The serpent and sprowl dominate this, and imbue it with potency and empowerment when used in magic. This colour is also used in workings of a sexual nature as well as protective forces. It is best tapped into for far-reaching spells and the use of poppets. It is sustaining and firm. It's corresponding animal is the serpent. The Grand Bucca has rights over this colour

🟩 Green magic is physicality and the land itself. It's given power by flora and growing things, as well as the fauna that needs it for survival and are animated by the sprowl running through it. It is ideal for craft involving healing, herb and kitchen craft and material gain. It is ideal for homeworkings and hearth worship. It is generative and expanding. It's corresponding animal is the Hare. Bucca Gwidder has rights over this colour.

⬛ Black magic is the magic of the unseen, of Annown and hidden guests. It also corresponds to darker and more baneful forces. Craft involving ancestors, spirits, divination and influence and especially deep emotions and behaviour are all enhanced under this colour. It is also associated with dreams and sleep, baneful hexes and blasting. It is favoured for outdoor rites and night workings. It is consumptive and shrinking. It's corresponding animals are the crow and the Black Toad. Bucca Dhu has rights over this colour.

#colour magic #color magic #Cornish folk witch #Cornish Traditional Witchcraft #heddwyn post #ankrydor

[wolverinesorcery]

To what extent do you think the Bucca is connected to the folk devil "horned one" of other parts of the UK? Is the Bucca just one face of that or are They more closely tied to the specific landscape and rhythms of Cornwall?

Oops I'm sorry that last ask wasn't supposed to sound like assume that they are for a fact related, I'm curious and don't know much about them including that

I'm going to approach this ask from two different points (or horns lol) because the answer is technically complicated based on your general views/aims/the context it's approached in. The first point is via something like academic folklore/folklore research divorced from religion/spirituality/veneration/worship.

I'm also going to call the horned one/old one/witchfather the folk-devil since it's an easy name to type a bunch!

From a recorded folkloric perspective, the Bucca has very little writings about it from confirmed sources! They're generally lumped in with sea-spirits/merfolk since it's easier for researchers to do that when there's very little recorded folklore with the name "Bucca" specifically attached. There are however a WEALTH of "devil" folktales that ring true with the folk-devil of the rest of the uk. These tales are super super interesting and sometimes quite funny, the first few that spring to mind are Devil's jump & the folk-devil getting some Tinners caught up in a wild party. It's easy to assume that these could have been either originally tales of the Bucca (deity) that were Christianised in an attempt to tame the Cornish OR morality plays by the Methodist church. So, from a purely academic perspective, yeah, there's a lot of overlap and similar domains.

The second approach is from the perspective of someone that worships the Bucca (me lol).

From a folk-deity perspective, where the Bucca is a whole and complete being, They are inseparably linked to Cornwall & the lands, weather patterns and the sea. Even though there are certainly overlapping domains and realms as the English Folk-Devil, that's true of any number of pantheons having similar realms with others. It's, in my opinion, incredibly important to note that Cornwall largely grew its own folklore as an isolated peninsula from the rest of the UK! (There's a lot of archaeological evidence that we traded with other costal nations, but the actual ways of getting to Cornwall via land were significantly hampered by unforgiving terrain).

Another thing is the Bucca's twin natures (that are unable to be separated from each other) are largely related to the weather and how mercurial and violently it can change! Cornwall is infamous for extreme weather in the UK since we kinda just stick out and get a battering from all angles. Also, as I think noted before on this blog, in my experience my connection to the Bucca is weaker within England...which would probably not be the case if They were synonymous/a face of the folk-Devil. Also their importance within Cornish hidden folk customs isn't to be understated either, the hidden folk/unseen guests/Pobel Vean are incredibly unique to Cornwall and the Bucca is part of that even from the perspective of a sea-spirit figure.

(Also, the idea of Bucca as a sea spirit is linked to an Irish name iirc, which is completely fair since the Celtic nations have a lot of cultural exchange within them!)

TL;DR - From an academic folklore perspective, they're similar and sometimes interchangable. From a folk deity perspective, they have as much overlap with the English folk-devil as the Roman & Greek Pantheons do. I can go into more detail if you like - just send another ask :-)

Also if any folk-devil/old one/horned one followers wanna chip in I'd love to hear other ideas too because I am an unrepentant folklore lover lol. Comparing notes is fun!

#the Bucca #Ask Heddwyn #Folk Devil #ankrydor

[pysksos]

21 day Newbie Devotee challenge #3

Day 3: Does your deity have any alternate names or epithets? If they do, what are they, and what do they mean? What does the name you call your deity mean?

United - (also the 'Grand' Bucca) as a whole and united being, generally invoked and worshipped this way.

Divine Androgyne - highlights their role as an equal balance of two different paired aspects.

God-Goddess - poking a little fun at the often binary separation of deities.

Dhu - Literally 'Black'. The aspect of Bucca that deals with storms, undoing, binding, emotional wellbeing, baneful magic, death, decay, introspection, binding, emotional wellbeing, harvest, solemn ancestor work, new moon, wintertide.

Androgyne Destroyer - refers to the 'destructive' aspects & the divine androgyne.

Master of Wintertide - rules winter from the 31st of October to the 1st of May.

Mother of Storms - They give rise to storms and nurture them into power.

Chief of Beasts - They care for and guide animals (especially wild or feral ones) through the harsh winter months.

Gwidder - literally 'White'. The aspect of Bucca that deals with fair weather, communication, festivals, healing, regeneration, growth, sowing of crops and seeds, mazing, birth and rearing of livestock, good fish catches, celebration, the full moon, summertide.

Fair Creatrix - highlights their responsibility for creation and growth

Mistress of Summertide - Rules from the 1st of May to the 31st of October.

Father of Calm Seas - ensures the summer seas are, for the most part, gentle and welcoming with soothing words.

King of Land - Caretakes the land and it's harvest (both domestic, foraged food and otherwise.

I enjoy calling them "my dear", it's sweet for the both of us :-)

#newbie devotee challenge #bucca #the bucca #godspouse #godconsort #godspousing #consortish