#lucina evergreen

[vulpixen]

Week One: Mystery

Summary: This story takes place in the Mystery Dungeon AU I’ve been working on for a while and hold dear to my heart.  For this first, it takes place in the Mystery Dungeon AU where everyone is a pokemon. Stan and Ford are Alolan and Kantoian Meowth's respectively and their parents Filbrick and Caryn are a Perserker and Kantoian Persian, and Shermie is a Perserker. How I interpret it as what kind of pokemon they are is determined by genetics and not by game mechanics. Depending on a pokemon's ancestry can determine what pokemon will be born. Other characters such as my ocs Andrea Pereira and Lucina Evergreen are here, too, and they are an Eevee and Shiny Kanotian Vulpixen respectively. Hope this explains things and enjoy this for Week One of @stanuary and onwards! Chapter 1 is here on AO3, too.

Team Mystery

Stan, a young Alolan Meowth, awoke early in the morning and would nudge his twin to wake from his sleep, eager to get up and go for this particular day. The day they start a new adventure.

“Sixer, wake up!” the young Alolan Meowth urged his Kantoian counterpart.

“Mrow!” Ford yowled. “What, Stanley?” He rubbed his tired eyes with a six-toed paw.

“Today’s the day we’re gonna start our explorers team! Team Mystery!” Despite knowing him and his brother aren’t old enough to become a professional, recognized adventure team by the Explorer’s Guild standard’s, yet, that wasn’t going to stop Stan and his brother from getting a start at it. Ford’s lips formed a bright smile as he put on his glasses and leaped down from his bed. Stan hoped one day to meet the founder and leader himself to work with. Stan pulls out the carrying case from under the bed that contains the items they think they’ll need for this adventure they have planned. Once they find something to do, that is.

The two have their breakfast and leave a note for their parents to find, taking some berries and other food for later before heading out the door and outside into the streets. The beach town was bustling with pokemon going about their own business, most of them being water types given the town is by the ocean on the east coast.

Stan and Ford were making their way to the local bulletin board just outside of the Peliper Postal Office when a thought occurred with Stan.

“Oh wait! We forgot to invite Andy and Lucy!” Stan just remembered their Eevee and Shiny Vulpix friends who make their team complete. Stan was over the moon when the girls accepted his and Ford’s offer to become part of their unofficial team. And since it was summer, Lucy would be around for their summer adventures. He’d hate to leave the two out of their adventures in exploring, rescuing and seeking out treasure.

Thankfully, Ford seemed to find the two ahead of them when he pointed at them.

“Seems like they got a head start.” Stan and Ford go up to the two who were looking at the bulletin board, scanning for the tasks they’re able to do and succeed in. Each job ranked from letters E to S, S being the highest and way beyond what the four are capable of.

“Hey, girls!” Stan greeted.

“Stan! Ford!” Andrea greeted the two meowths, her tail wagging in eagerness. “Me and Lucy managed to get here first! Think we can solve some mysteries around here.” Lucy pointing at the jobs listed. This piques the twin’s interests as they scan the board and see which ones seem more interesting and can get them more rewards. Stan slapped at the C level job that’s within their area.

“We can do this one!” Stan pulled the entry down that reads: ‘ Can someone find my basket? I lost it somewhere in Question Mark Cove. Will reward 400 coins. ’ Ford gave an affirming nod.

“Question Mark Cove? I think we can manage a trip there. I believe it's only ten levels down.”

“Perfect! We find this basket and get my – I mean our money. Split it evenly.” Andrea giggled, figuring Stan may take more of the share. Lucina rolled her eyes, but she was looking forward to exploring a cove.

“Ascot, look what we have here!” directed a Minun named Dicky to his Plusle brother as they approached the board. “New jobs! And a couple of wannabe adventurers who don’t even have official badges!” The Sibling brothers were still sore about how Stan and Ford and Andrea got the better of them last summer.

“Hey! We’ll get ours one day.” pouted Andrea.  

“Yeah, go get your own jobs and shove off, sparkplugs.” Stan stuck his tongue out and pulled down his lower eyelid to mock them. The Sibling Brothers look at the group and let out a haughty laugh.

“Oh, we will. We’re going for something more… rewarding.” Dicky would leap up the bulletin board and retrieve a wanted poster of a criminal pokemon that appears to be a rough-looking Carrascosta. Ascot finished.

“Such as apprehending a criminal and collecting the bounty in Question Mark Cove.” The two leave laughing at the four dumbstruck pokemon behind to go off to fulfill the job. Stan was fuming as he couldn’t let this slide. He wasn’t going to let those jerks discourage him, his brother and friends.

“How ‘bout we go get that basket and get that bounty.” Ford, Lucina and Andrea gasped.

“Wait, what? We can’t do that. It’s something adults do, not us kids.” Lucina reasoned, scared about confronting a bigger and stronger pokemon they’re not prepared to face.

“Those two have no idea what they’re up against.” Ford watched the twins go towards the cove. They too were children as well. Stan mustered up the confidence to give the three and himself the morale they needed.

“Come on! With the four of us working together and using our moves, there’s nothing we can’t do. We’ll face whatever is down there and come back here to complete the job!” The three young pokemon looked between each other and smiled at Stan.

“We can give it a shot.” Ford approved, having a backup plan should things go south in having packed an escape orb.

Later down the Question Mark Cove…

The four pokemon managed to handle themselves against the opposing pokemon in the cove during their escapade down into the levels. They even managed to find the missing basket intact. However, they hadn’t seen the Sibling brothers since entering inside. Which Ford would point out.

“Do you think they’re in trouble? Wouldn’t hurt to check.”

“If the criminal got them, good riddance.” dismissed Stan. Something Lucina didn’t like.

“It would be wrong to just leave them alone down here to die.” Andrea sighed, seeing her friend speak true.

“Yeah, even if they are stupid jerks, they’re still kids like us.”

“Fine, let’s go find them.”

The four proceed down into the tenth and final floor of the cove and find what looks to be a makeshift hideout, no doubt belonging to the criminal, but no sign of the Sibling brothers. Stan and Ford call out for them.

“Hey! Dick and Asshole! Call out if you hear us!” Andrea giggled in response to Stan swearing.

“Did you catch the crook?”

They hear nothing for a second under loud, thundering footprints could be heard. It was the wanted Carracosta that goes by the name Crush the Undertow. His shell and maw riddled with visible scars from previous confrontations. He let out an uproar of laughter.

“Ye friends yer lookin’ fer are here no longer!” Crush lumbered over. “They turned their tails and ran off in fear of I, Crush the Undertow!” Stan and Ford growled, figuring the brothers would do something like this.

“Well we’re going to beat you ourselves!” challenged Stan and unsheathed his claws.

“Yeah, we’re not scared of you!” Andrea braced herself and her fur bristled. Ford and Lucina preparing for a fight.

Crush slapped his hard chest and bellowed.

“Then have at the, children! Give me a challenge! ”

It would be a challenging battle for the four young pokemon. Crush wasn’t holding back against the four, using his rock and water moves to get the upper hand. Stan, Ford, Lucina and Andrea have to act quick to try to dodge the attacks, and give it their all in turn. Ford didn’t have enough left to use against Crush, having used much of what they had and found throughout the cove. Ford could see they’re no match for this beast of a pokemon. Lucina having gotten knocked out upon getting hit against the wall, and Andrea getting her out to safety.

“We have to retreat!”

Crush targeted Ford and taunted.

“Ye not gonna run away like cowards are ye?!” Crush opened his mouth and released a high pressure amount of water at Ford. Stan would bound and leap to use his claws to deliver a strong swipe of his claws, aiming for the mouth and was successful, leading Crush to be off his aim. But it left Stan open to be attacked by Crush using his flipper to slam Stan against the wall and pin him there.

“Ya nicked me good, boy, but this ends now.”

Ford brought out the blast seed to use as a last resort to eat it, and unleashed a strong enough force to hit Crush and knock him down, releasing the injured Stan. Ford rushed over to help Stan up and give him an oran berry.

“Come on, Stan, get up.” Stan chewed and swallowed the rejuvenating berry that helped a little. “We need to go help the girls and tell the Magezone Chief about this.” Stan nodded at his brother, a lot ringing in his mind and thinking this could have gone better.

They hear steps coming towards them and it was none other than the Sibling Brothers, never having left. The plusle and minun clapping their paws.

“Well done!”

“Yes, very good! You defeated the crook in our place.” Stan and Ford glared at the two.

“You… you cowards! You got us to fight your battle so you can claim credit! You two could have taken him down with being electric types.” Dickie and Ascot would scoff, not having shame in it.

“And you did a fine job.”

“Saved us the trouble without using up our own resources to do it. Let us offer a deal.” Ascot presents. “You let us have this and we’ll put in a good word to have you and your team become a recognized rescue team with badges and everything from the Explorer’s Guild.”

“That is not what being an explorer is about, Sibling Brothers.” A strong voice spoke from behind them. The four boys turned to see a stoic Lucario and two of his teammates, a Pidgeot and Blissey, tending to Andrea and Lucina’s injuries. They heard everything admitted. “I’m immensely disappointed in you two for using others to fight your battles and perform your tasks, taking credit for their efforts while you’ve done none.” The plusle and minun cowered, fearing the worst was going to happen. And it does. “As the leader and founder of the Explorer’s Guild, I hereby strip you of your rank and badges, banished from the Explorer’s Guild henceforth.” He reached and opened his paw to take the badges away. Reluctantly, Dicky and Ascot relinquished their badges and carrying case and took a walk of shame out of the cove.

Stan and Ford were astonished by what just happened. The founder and leader himself, Ryland, along with his team to rescue them. Stan was relieved to see things were going to be okay, but feels guilty he got the girls and his brother into this mess.

Ryland turned to Stan and Ford. “We’ll take care of this, you and your friends need to be treated.” Stan and Ford nodded up and took their leave to get treated by the Blissey named Belle.

“Your friends sent out an SOS and we were the first to receive it,” Belle smiled as she bandaged up Lucina. “Good thing we did. You four were very brave.” Hearing that made Stan feel a bit better, but he felt guilt over endangering his brother and friends.

“I’m sorry, guys, we should have retreated sooner,” Stan lowered his head. Ford, Andrea and Lucina showed weak smiles.

“Don’t be down, Stan, things got messy and we turned out alive,” reassured Andrea. “And we found the basket to take back to the client looking for it.” The pidgeot named Soarin would offer.

“If I may, I can help deliver it swiftly and without delay. I assure you that I will give you four full credit for your efforts. What should I call your group?”

“Team Mystery,” the four young pokemon agreed.

The next day…

Stan and Ford are called from downstairs by their mom as they got a letter.

“Hey, boys! You have mail!” Their mother Caryn the Kantoian Persian smiled. “And from the Explorer’s Guild no less.”

“Wait, what?” Stan and Ford questioned. The two read the letter, and from what they determined, they are offered to join the Explorer’s Guild. In addition, some of the reward money that came from not only returning the basket to the client looking for it, but part of the bounty from apprehending the criminal carracosta. Stan couldn’t believe it. His dream was coming true.

“We can be official explorers! Badges and everything!” Stan beamed ear to ear. Ford liked the sound of that. “Team Mystery is in business!”

“I like the sound of that, Stan, but let’s stick with what we can handle before we aim for higher jobs.”

“It’s a deal, Sixer.” It was the beginning of a new adventure.

#stanuary 2023 #stan pines #ford pines #vulpixen writes #vulpixens ocs #mystery dungeon au #andrea pereira #lucina evergreen #week one: mystery #stanley pines #stanford pines

[awakened-tarot]

Imbolc

• Midpoint between Yule & Ostara, welcome the rebirth of the sun

• Date(s): January 31st to February 2nd

• Altar Decorations: Brigid’s cross, candle wheels, dish of snow, evergreens, grain dollies, ploughs, sun wheels, white flowers

• Activities: Cleanse & redecorate your space, plan your spring garden, review your intentions for the year, light candles to welcome the sun, make room for new beginnings, make candles

• Animals: Cow, dragon, groundhog, hibernating animals (bears), deer, lark, robin, lamb, sheep, snake, swan, vulture, wolf

• Spellwork: Fire scrying, blessing your tools, enhance creativity, take a purifying bath

• Colors: Gold, gray, light green, white, yellow, pink, spring green

• Crystals: Red stones (garnet, bloodstone, ruby), amethyst, calcite, moonstone, turquoise, carnelian, chrysocolla

• Deities:

Greek: Athena, Gaia, Selene, Eros, Pan

Celtic: Artio, Brigid

Welsh: Bronwen

Roman: Aradia, Diana, Februa, Lucina, Venus, Vesta, Februus, Pax

Sumerian: Inanna

Semitic: Dagon

• Flowers: Crocus, daffodil, iris, snowdrop

• Foods: Breads, onions, leeks, shallots, garlic, olives, dairy, egg dishes, pork dishes, scones, muffins, peppers, bread pudding, poppy seeds, pumpkin seeds, sunflower seeds, apple cider, spiced/white wine, herbal teas

• Herbs/Incense: Rosemary, basil, cinnamon, frankincense, myrrh, wormwood, heather, hay, blackberry, Angelica, bay laurel, celandine, reed, straw

• Trees: Birch, blackthorn, rowan, sycamore, evergreen, willows

#witch #witchcraft #witchy things #pagan #pagan witch #celtic pagan #hellenistic pagan #hellenistic #celtic #artemis #hades #the morrigan #pagan year #pagan sabbats #pagan wheel of the year #witches sabbat #imbolc #green witch #eceltic witch #baby witch tips #baby witch guide #baby witch resources #baby witch advice #witchy #witch resources #witchblr

[calszonee]

I deadass don't know anything about Fire Emblem but here's what I've gathered

I thought it was an rpg but i think it's a dating simulator

deduesday

Rated "T" for Twinks

people are just. born with blue hair.

there are three houses

everyone smokes weed???

claude grew up poor but he's hot and rich now so its alright

dedue has a blue lion

some people can have two legged dragons called wyverns and I want one

everyone is hot

except lorenzo

what is up with his hair

dedue molinaro deserved better

hilda doesn't die

There a lot of archery

katpiss evergreen could never

lucina is the peppa pig antagonist

#also theres domething called garreg mach #fire emblem #fire emblem three houses #fe3h #claude von reigen #dedue molinaro

[tipsycad147]

Capricorn December  Celebrating The Winter Solstice

By shirleytwofeathers

Winter Solstice has been celebrated in cultures the world over for thousands of years. This start of the solar year is a celebration of Light and the rebirth of the Sun. In old Europe, it was known as Yule, from the Norse, Jul, meaning wheel.

Today, many people in Western-based cultures refer to this holiday as “Christmas.” Yet a look into its origins of Christmas reveals its Pagan roots.

Emperor Aurelian established December 25 as the birthday of the “Invincible Sun” in the third century as part of the Roman Winter Solstice celebrations. Shortly thereafter, in 273, the Christian church selected this day to represent the birthday of Jesus, and by 336, this Roman solar feast day was Christianised. January 6, celebrated as Epiphany in Christendom and linked with the visit of the Magi, was originally an Egyptian date for the Winter Solstice.

Most of the customs, lore, symbols, and rituals associated with “Christmas” actually are linked to Winter Solstice celebrations of ancient Pagan cultures. While Christian mythology is interwoven with contemporary observances of this holiday time, its Pagan nature is still strong and apparent.

Pagans today can readily re-Paganise Christmastime and the secular New Year by giving a Pagan spiritual focus to existing holiday customs and by creating new traditions that draw on ancient ways. Here are some ways to do this: Celebrate Yule with a series of rituals, feasts, and other activities.

In most ancient cultures, the celebration lasted more than a day. The ancient Roman Saturnalia festival sometimes went on for a week. Have Winter Solstice Eve and Day be the central focus for your household, and conceptualise other holiday festivities, including New Year’s office parties and Christmas visits with Christian relatives, as part of your Solstice celebration. By adopting this perspective, Pagan parents can help their children develop an understanding of the multicultural and interfaith aspects of this holiday time and view “Christmas” as just another form of Solstice.

Have gift exchanges and feasts over the course of several days and nights as was done of old. Party hearty on New Year’s Eve not just to welcome in the new calendar year, but also to welcome the new solar year.

Adorn the home with sacred herbs and colours. Decorate your home in Druidic holiday colours red, green, and white. Place holly, ivy, evergreen boughs, and pine cones around your home, especially in areas where socialising takes place.

Hang a sprig of mistletoe above a major threshold and leave it there until next Yule as a charm for good luck throughout the year. Have family/household members join together to make or purchase an evergreen wreath. Include holiday herbs in it and then place it on your front door to symbolise the continuity of life and the wheel of the year. If you choose to have a living or a harvested evergreen tree as part of your holiday decorations, call it a Solstice tree and decorate it with Pagan symbols.

Convey love to family, friends, and associates. At the heart of Saturnalia was the custom of family and friends feasting together and exchanging presents. Continue this custom by visiting, entertaining, giving gifts, and sending greetings by mail and/or phone. Consider those who are and/or have been important in your life and share appreciation.

Reclaim Santa Claus as a Pagan Godform. Today’s Santa is a folk figure with multicultural roots. He embodies characteristics of:

Saturn (Roman agricultural god)

Cronos (Greek god, also known as Father Time)

Holly King (Celtic god of the dying year)

Father Ice/Grandfather Frost (Russian winter god)

Thor (Norse sky god who rides the sky in a chariot drawn by goats)

Odin/Wotan (Scandinavian/Teutonic All-Father who rides the sky on an eight-legged horse)

Frey (Norse fertility god)

Tomte (a Norse Land Spirit known for giving gifts to children at this time of year)

Santa’s reindeer can be viewed as forms of Herne, the Celtic Horned God. Decorate your home with Santa images that reflect His Pagan heritage.

Honour the Goddess as Great Mother. Place Pagan Mother Goddess images around your home. You may also want to include one with a Sun child, such as Isis with Horus. Pagan Goddess forms traditionally linked with this time of year include:

Tonantzin (Native Mexican corn mother)

Holda (Teutonic earth goddess of good fortune)

Bona Dea (Roman women’s goddess of abundance and prophecy)

Ops (Roman goddess of plenty)

Au Set/Isis (Egyptian/multicultural All Goddess whose worship continued in Christian times under the name Mary)

Lucina/St. Lucy (Roman/Swedish goddess/saint of light)

Befana (Italian Witch who gives gifts to children at this season)

Honour the new solar year with light. Do a Solstice Eve ritual in which you meditate in darkness and then welcome the birth of the sun by lighting candles and singing chants and Pagan carols.

If you have a indoor fireplace or an outdoor fire circle, burn an oak log as a Yule log and save a bit to start next year’s fire. Decorate the inside and/or outside of your home with electric coloured lights. Because of the popularity of five pointed stars as holiday symbols, this is a good time to display a pentagram of blue or white lights.

Contribute to the manifestation of more wellness on Planet Earth. Donate food and clothing to poor in your area. Volunteer time at a social service agency. Put up bird feeders and keep them filled throughout the winter to supplement the diets of wild birds. Donate funds and items to non-profit groups, such as Pagan/Wiccan churches and environmental organisations. Meditate for world peace. Work magic for a healthier planet. Make a pledge to do some form of good works in the new solar year.

by Selena Fox

https://shirleytwofeathers.com/The_Blog/pagancalendar/category/december-days/

[clo-rofilla]

(Hello September)

Lista molto materiale dei miei desideri attuali*:

nipple piercing (evergreen nella mia wishlist che finisco sempre per rimandare perché ho troppa paura che poi a rimarginarsi ci metta un sacco e nel frattempo basti una gomitata sui mezzi pubblici o a un concerto per farmi vedere Gesù - anzi, se avete esperienza al riguardo non esitate a scrivermi ♡)

mirrorless (Olympus Pen)

nuovo kindle con anche la lucina perché se no la notte uffy

un’intera collezione autunnale possibilmente ricca di maxi dress e stivaletti e borse di cuoio e vintage denim a vita alta scoperti alla caviglia

appendiabiti a vista ikea style

già che ci siamo una camera tutta mia

volendo esagerare (qui entriamo proprio nella fantascienza) anche una casa tutta mia - anzi, che dico, nostra

un sacco di piantine, ma così tante che una serra dovrebbe averne di meno (e se per caso le facessi morire tutte, io mi sposto un po’ più in là me le ricompro mille volte per tigna finché non si arrendono a vivere con un pessimo esemplare di umana che è pigra e non si strucca, anzi a volte si addormenta senza neppure lavarsi i denti, quindi figuriamoci proprio se le annaffia)

cuffione più sobrie e più qualitativamente decenti di quelle multicolor del tiger; se poi fossero addirittura bluetooth sarebbe proprio super super

la pazienza di imparare una volta per tutte a farmi le trecce alla francese (soprattutto ora che sto finalmente riuscendo ad affrancarmi dalla schiavitù della frangetta)

i mobili dell’ikea, le polpettine dell’ikea, andare all’ikea

#*(che non sarebbero solo desideri se ora fossi ricca) #in aggiornamento

[amieravenson]

Magickal Month- December

Magickal Month December December is a month of extremes. There’s the cold and chill outside, and the warmth and comfort of our homes, our families, and our friends. There’s the stress and frustration of holiday shopping, finances, parties, etc., and there are the sweet, happy moments of seasonal joy. It can be incredibly difficult for a lot of people, or it can be the month that people look forward to all year. It can bring out the best and the worst in us. The holidays are full of contradictions. In nature, everything is quiet. A lot of places have gotten their first snows (not here in Georgia- we may be lucky to see some in January or February), and most of the trees are bare. This is the season of muted colors, greys and browns, and of soft focus sunlight filtering through the trees. I love Winter, despite the fact it flares up my fibro and leaves me in pain. It’s just so calm and peaceful and quiet. Outside of malls and shopping centers, that is. I haven’t really seen much wildlife lately, though I’ve been hearing blue jays. I’m mostly concerned for the neighborhood cats, and I’m hoping that their people take them in for the night. Last year, Pandora (a neighborhood stray) had 3 kittens, and only 1 made it through the cold Winter (our Minerva). We’ve since had them both fixed, and while she tends to find her way into the crawl space under our house, I’m thinking we need to build her a warm cat shelter outside from a Rubbermaid container and a styrofoam cooler. I worry about who will take care of her and all of the other neighborhood cats next Winter after we’ve moved. Lunations: December 7- New Moon in Sagittarius, 2:20am EST December 22- Full Moon in Cancer, 12:48pm EST Astronomy: December 6- Mercury goes direct at 4:23pm in Scorpio Geminids meteor shower peaks December 14th. Ursid meteor shower peaks December 22nd. Celtic Tree Month: Elder (November 25- December 23): Endings and new beginnings, completion of the cycle, focusing on greater happiness and your heart’s desire, evaluating what you’ve learned over the last year, cutting loose ends, thinking about your dreams for the new year, judgment, transformation, death and regeneration, fate, the inevitable, exorcism, banishment, prosperity and healing, leaves and berries can be used for protection and breaking spells cast against you. Birch (December 24- January 20): Beginning of Celtic tree calender, new beginnings, making plans for the future, contemplation, resolutions, inception, “Lady of the Woods”, reflects feminine aspects of nature. Renewal, protection, wards evil, banishes fears/builds courage, beauty and tolerance. Holidays (non-Pagan): December 1: World AIDS Day December 2: First day of Advent (Christian) December 3: First day of Hanukkah (Jewish) December 6: St. Nicholas Day December 7: Pearl Harbor Rememberance Day December 8: Feast of the Immaculate Conception (Christian) December 10: Last day of Hanukkah (Jewish) December 24: Christmas Eve (Christian) December 25: Christmas (Christian) December 26: First day of Kwanzaa December 31: New Year’s Eve Holidays (Pagan): December 9-10: Feast of the Greek Goddess Athena December 10-11: Feast of Greek deities Aphrodite and Hermes December 13: Feast of the Light Bringer, honoring Juno Lucina and Swedish St. Lucia December 14-15: Feast of Posiedon, Aphritrite, and all Greek deities of the seas December 17-23: Saturnalia/Opalia, honoring Roman god Saturn and goddess Ops December 21: Yule/Winter Solstice December 21-22: Old European festival of evergreen trees December 21-25: Romano-Egyptian festival of goddess Isis giving birth to Horus December 21-25: Greek festival Dionysia honoring Dionysis December 25-26: Greek festival of the wind gods of the eight directions December 25-January 5: Anglo-Teutonic Yule honoring Freyr and Freyja and Balder December 31: Feast of Father Time/Roman god Saturn Themes for the month: Family, friends, giving gifts to people you love, togetherness, long nights, staying cozy in the cold, celebration, joy, festivity, warmth on the longest night of the year. General activities for the month: Getting ready for your Winter holiday of choice, making gifts, wrapping gifts, decorating trees, making cookies, gathering with friends, going out to community events, building fires, drinking hot bevvies, watching holiday movies. Herbs I’m using: Holiday greenery. Wildcrafted holly, pine boughs, and frankincense oil in the essential oil diffuser. Tea for self-soothing as the days get cooler and the fibro flares more and more. Stones I’m using: Rutilated quartz for clarity and pathworking. Petrified wood, my ‘teacher stone’. Clear quartz for the pure, uncluttered energy boost that I need right now, and selenite for cleansing and clearing away the old year. Goddess of the Month: Laetitia, Roman goddess of holidays, festivals, celebration, and joy. Sometimes the holidays can be tough for people who are estranged from their families or work in retail or customer service. I’m honoring Laetitia in hopes that they can find some joy this season.

December 3 card reading December's Reading: This reading was so literal it made me laugh.  It's so very, very tied to this time of year, I love it! First, we have The Devil, which represents temptations.  The early part of December is all about rushing around to make all the parties, buy all the gifts, eat all the food, and drink all the holiday cheer.  This is a hedonistic time of year, when everyone goes off their diets, overspends, and just generally revels in the joy of the season.  So The Devil is a warning to revel within reason- don't go too overboard!  Because.... It's all really about the rebirth of the sun/son/solar deity of choice.  So when the sun rises the day after the longest Solstice/Yule night, we get to be reborn as well.  The King of Wands is the male at the height of his fiery/solar power, and this card is so clearly representative of the energy of the Solstice and the fire of the sun being reborn.  The only thing that would have been more appropriate would have been the sun itself, so I think this is a sign that we need to embody that solar energy ourselves and let ourselves be reborn with the sun. Finally, we have Death.  Death is usually all about a change where something has to be let go so that we can continue on, unemcumbered.  And what we need to let go of is all the negativity, expectations, and goals of 2018 to make way for 2019.  So at the end of the month, we'll have the death of the old year.  So the question is what do you want to leave behind?  Make a list and burn it in the Yuletide fire, and clear your life out for the new things to come in 2019. Our special guidance card especially cracked me up.  It's SO perfect to tie the reading together.  It reads "When I accept the love of the universe as my primary teacher, I will always be guided back to the light."  And since the longest night will be on the 21st of the month, every day after that leads us to progressively longer/warmer/brighter days as the sun builds in power.  We're absolutely, 100% being led back to the light.  The cards are laughing at me, I think. So we're going to party, welcome back the sun, and then let go of 2018 so that we can be led back into the light.  Viola! ******************************** The Christmas Holly By Eliza Cook The holly! the holly! oh, twine it with bay-- Come give the holly a song; For it helps to drive stern winter away, With his garment so sombre and long; It peeps through the trees with its berries of red, And its leaves of burnished green, When the flowers and fruits have long been dead, And not even the daisy is seen. Then sing to the holly, the Christmas holly, That hangs over peasant and king; While we laugh and carouse 'neath its glittering boughs, To the Christmas holly we'll sing. The gale may whistle, the frost may come To fetter the gurgling rill; The woods may be bare, and warblers dumb, But holly is beautiful still. In the revel and light of princely halls The bright holly branch is found; And its shadow falls on the lowliest walls, While the brimming horn goes round. The ivy lives long, but its home must be Where graves and ruins are spread; There's beauty about the cypress tree, But it flourishes near the dead; The laurel the warrior's brow may wreathe, But it tells of tears and blood; I sing the holly, and who can breathe Aught of that that is not good? Then sing to the holly, the Christmas holly, That hangs over peasant and king; While we laugh and carouse 'neath its glittering boughs, To the Christmas holly we'll sing. My personal tides: I’m already starting to plan for 2019, and I think I may have my phrase for the year. Things are starting to come together to the point that we can start looking for our new home, and I’m excited to change things up. In that spirit, I keep looking around at all this junk I’ve accumulated in the 14 years that I’ve lived here, and I’ve been deciding what’s really essential. Ideally, we’ll move and just take the things we absolutely have to have, and then have a moving sale for the rest, but I really want to get rid of it now. At the very least, I’ve already started packing books up. I’m just ready to let go of all of the old and make way for the new. I expect to give up at least half of my ‘things’. My personal goals: I’ve ordered a Passion Planner this year, and I want to spend the last week of December doing some in-depth planning. I also want to offer a variety of ‘year ahead’ tarot and oracle readings for 2019, so look for those soon. My holiday shopping as about half done as of this writing (November 28), and I should be able to get everything on time, which is a stressful proposition every year. We’re lucky this year to have a little extra cash in reserve, and I’m grateful. Read the full article

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Inseguendo il clone di Antonio Moresco dopo aver letto “Il grido” (ovvero: perché Moresco scrive sempre lo stesso libro?)

È all’incirca un mese che vivo come lettore nella Kolyma, l’inferno umano disseminato nei ghiacci sovietici, spostandomi al seguito di Varlam Tichonovič Šalamov che nelle lande terribili (Antonio Moresco direbbe: terminali) fa da Virgilio, Beatrice e Dante – in quest’ottobre orbato di Nobel-alla-Letteratura il mio personale Nobel l’ho assegnato a Šalamov, così meno postumo di tanti altri premi Nobel magari ancora vivi ma mai quanto i “Racconti di Kolyma” di Šalamov. Quando ho saputo dell’ultimo libro di Antonio Moresco però ho dovuto momentaneamente evaderne, per entrare ne Il grido, edito per la SEM, con in quarta di copertina un quadro di Nicola Samorì, una Maddalena con la bocca sfasciata, come un portale attraverso il quale entrare nel libro pur se dalla fine ma con Moresco, ormai, voler precisare cos’è l’inizio e cos’è la fine è pretestuoso: tutto è in rottura e in collisione nella sua opera letteraria.

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Voglio continuare a leggere Šalamov e entro in una libreria, prendo Il grido e comincio a leggerlo per strada e in casa, di giorno e di notte. Moresco m’ha gettato qualche sortilegio da quando ho letto Canti del Caos. In Canti del Caos Antonio Moresco lega il linguaggio a una sedia elettrica, cala la manovella e il linguaggio non muore fulminato ma ne esce trasformato, vivo e morto allo stesso tempo, dilatato tra passato, presente e futuro, una cavia spaventosa e prodigiosa. Lo hanno già scritto da qualche altra parte che Lettere a nessuno, la prima parte, non è affatto un saggio ma è il più bel romanzo italiano sugli Anni Settanta? E La lucina: nel piccolo romanzo La lucina, sempre per dirlo con uno slittamento, alla Moresco, c’è come la storia del Piccolo Principe di Saint-Exupéry se non si fosse svolta nel deserto del Sahara ma in una casa isolata nel bosco.

Quanti libri ha scritto Antonio Moresco!, Moresco è gemmato, sta colonizzando l’editoria italiana, dalla microscopica alla macroscopica, è come la vegetazione infestante delle sue visioni più apocalittiche e ultimative. Non mi sono piaciuti tutti, alcuni suoi libri mi sembra di rileggerli in altri suoi libri, ma in ogni libro di Moresco c’è un affondo, anzi c’è più di un affondo: c’è un trabocchetto, e un ceffone. Moresco nei suoi libri, durante i suoi vagabondaggi notturni, letterari, finisce sempre per mollare un ceffone di sfida, anche in Il grido, un titolo tribale, c’è un invito alla colluttazione, al prendersi per la collottola, allora collottola sia. Questa volta con Moresco ci voglio litigare io.

Concludo la prima lettura de Il grido e furibondo prendo le scale di casa, poi prendo gli scalini pubblici che dalla parte alta della mia città conducono nella parte bassa e entro nel marchettino di Lin Hu Hu. Moresco in Il grido entra nel cesso pubblico e sotterraneo tenuto della russa forse ucraina Lyudmila, io per lottare con Il grido di Moresco entro nel marchettino diurno e diuturno del sicuramente cinese Lin Hu Hu e esigo: “Voglio un clone di Antonio Moresco”. In Moresco è come stare da qualche parte a mezzo tra una puntata di Futurama e il recente studio di Davide Sisto sull’estensione della vita nella morte all’interno della reteInternet che sostituisce sempre più qualsiasi rete soltanto neuronale; è come mi sento nel marchettino cinese adesso. È molto rifornito, sugli scaffali ci sono i cloni gonfiabili di chiunque, anche di Leopardi e della Dickinson. Il clone gonfiabile della Dickinson è molto venduto per le sue vaste labbra africane, per come le descrive Moresco che in L’adorazione e la lotta ha fatto rifluire questa sua visione o invenzione o rivelazione, che in Moresco fanno tutt’uno: il motivo della clausura della Dickinson, della sua vita separata; il mistero delle sue origini indicibili.

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In Moresco è così, cammini per pagine e pagine, provando l’angoscia del déja vu, come nelle mille pagine de Gli increati, e d’improvviso sei in un crepaccio imprevisto, mortale, nel punto dove eri convinto di esserci già passato un milione di volte, senza trovarci niente. La letteratura di Moresco è un labirinto che vive di vita propria, sfuggito al suo stesso architetto, che anzi ha finito con il rinchiudere l’architetto al suo interno e adesso l’architetto non riesce più a uscirne, e c’è da impazzire: come si fa a non poter uscire dal labirinto di cui si è stati l’inventore?

Il clone della Dickinson si vende a centinaia e centinaia di pezzi perché a molti piace poterlo profanare senza pagare pegno. Il clone della Dickinson ha salvato la vita a molti innocenti che, in mancanza del clone della Dickinson, sarebbero stati rapiti e abusati da coloro che invece si sono dirottati sul clone della Dickinson, almeno fino a questo punto. Ci sono molti cloni gonfiabili nel marchettino cinese, molti più di quelli con cui Antonio Moresco ha interagito all’interno del suo Il grido. A dirla tutta alcuni cloni il marchettino di Lin Hu Hu non li ha, non li vuole più nessuno. I cloni di Leopardi, Dostoevskij, Marx, Freud: non li vuole più nessuno. A esser fortunati se ne può rimediare qualche scorta di magazzino, in giacenza, scampati al macero, ma sono fuori produzione.

Certi cloni gonfiabili poi vanno esclusivamente su richiesta: chi mai può volere il clone di Emanuele Severino? Quello di Walt Whitman è per intenditori. Molto venduto il clone di Houllebecq, nonostante siano diffuse e condivise le critiche sul modello: particolarmente deperibile, pare. Uno su tutti s’è venduto sempre bene, il clone gonfiabile di Hitler è un long seller, un evergreen, se lo comprano tutti, anche i più insospettabili. Alle volte i clienti comprano due copie di cloni gonfiabili di Karl Marx, per nasconderci in mezzo la copia del clone gonfiabile di Adolf Hitler. I cloni gonfiabili più di grido non sono quelli promossi ne Il grido. Lin Hu Hu me li mostra, in primo piano sugli scaffali, con il suo italiano che si presta a malapena a qualche storpiatura. “Cosa fare vuoi con il clone di Antonio Moresco? Scegliti uno altro: il clone di Diego Fusaro, il clone di Asia Argento, il clone di Mimmo Lucano”. Io, incredulo “Il clone di Mimmo Lucano?” E Lin Hu Hu: “Questo è il nuovissimo, il richiestissimo; è di materiale inedito, prende subito il fuoco ma consuma lentissimo: puoi farci il rogo che dura tutta la notte; è atossico, ci puoi abbrustolire i wurstel e i marshmallow.” “Ma io non voglio il clone di Mimmo Lucano. Voglio il clone di Antonio Moresco!”.

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Scarto il bustone plastificato con il clone di Antonio Moresco lì per lì nel marchettino di Lin Hu Hu, che infatti mi guarda malissimo, “Cazzo fai, prima paga Moresco!”, ma non posso aspettare, devo cominciare il mio combattimento, non mi ci vuole neanche tanto fiato. Lo gonfio dal beccuccio posizionato al centro della testa e dopo cinque minuti, spompato io e turgido lui, ho davanti a me Antonio Moresco, magro, agguerrito, con il cappuccio calato sulla fronte. Chiudo la valvola e sono pronto a dirgliene ma appena lo tappo, attivandolo, Antonio Moresco si mette in azione, cammina cammina e esce dal marchettino, a passo di corsa. Io subito dietro a rincorrerlo, rassicurando Lin Hu Hu. “Ripasso dopo e te lo pago”. Lin Hu Hu non l’ha presa bene. “Fanculo tu, brutto pezzo di italiano!”.

Antonio Moresco ha preso la strada in salita, non so dove stia andando, ha molti più anni di me ma tra me e lui, tra me e il suo clone, sono io quello che arranca fin dal primo momento, che fatica stargli dietro. Gli urlo: “Un’altra volta il tuo livore, la tua rabbia, la tua esasperazione: quante volte ancora dovrai riscriverla, cambiando il personaggio dell’interlocutore ma forse nemmeno cambiandolo, cambiando ambientazione ma neppure cambiandola chissà quanto. Quante altre volte dovrai scrivere che siamo al salto di specie, nel momento della tracimazione, nel collasso e nella ignavia più totale, che siamo sul piano inclinato, che non stiamo capendo nulla di quello che ci sta succedendo? Quante volte scriverai ancora in un libro diverso lo stesso libro?”.

E Moresco, cioè il suo clone, con quella precisione autocitazionista che ne Il grido lo sgomenta tanto, come se i libri non fossero l’archetipo del clone per eccellenza, come se la cibernetica non stesse provando a inventare quello che la letteratura mette in pratica addirittura da prima dell’invenzione della letteratura stessa, dai disegnetti nelle caverne, dai vagiti del linguaggio, come il linguaggio non fosse lo strumento per forzare la sola eternità possibile, quella che dura fintanto che esisterà qualche essere alfabetizzato sulla terra capace di recepirla, come se non fosse stata la letteratura per prima a far esplodere la presunzione del voler sopravvivere alla propria morte: “Sì, lo so che l’ho già detto e l’ho già pensato e l’ho già gridato, però bisogna che lo dica ancora e che lo gridi ancora, perché è cruciale”.

Dove va così in fretta e così veloce, dove trova tutta quell’energia, qual è la sua urgenza? “E perché è cruciale che tu lo dica e gridi ancora?” gli faccio eco, affannando, chiedendomi dove stia andando, seguendolo in posti della città che non conosco, eppure credevo di conoscerla tutta la mia piccola città, e per i passanti che ci guardano dobbiamo essere ridicoli: un uomo anziano che vistosamente cerca di distanziare un uomo non più giovane che non si capisce cosa gli stia dicendo, e ancora più dietro un giovane cinese che manda improperi in direzione dell’uomo non più giovane, decidendo poi di desistere e di tornare indietro, tirandosi i capelli, blaterando “Fanculo brutto pezzo di italiano, fanculo, fanculo!”.

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Voglio Moresco sappia che io e lui dobbiamo considerarci fratelli. Lui considera suoi fratelli Dostoevskij e Van Gogh e Kafka, anche io considero miei fratelli Dostoevskij e Van Gogh e Kafka, dunque io e Antonio Moresco, io e il clone di Antonio Moresco che fila dritto davanti a me spinto da un impulso inspiegabile, siamo fratelli per interposti fratelli. “Perché, per esempio, a Severino rimproveri il linguaggio autogiustificatorio della filosofia, e della sua filosofia, se tu con il tuo linguaggio evocativo e esortativo, ipnotico e trascinante, fai la stessa cosa? Le tue parole sono fondate dal fatto che sono le tue parole, allora quello che critichi nella filosofia di Severino non è quello che dovresti criticare nella tua letteratura? Poi lasciatelo dire: che sorpresa! Dostoevskij, Freud, Marx, anche Priesley, Hawking, eppoi chi c’è? Emanuele Severino. Un colpaccio. Io non sono neppure tanto preparato su Severino, ho letto i suoi volumi sulla storia della filosofia, non mi sono spostato dalla sua anticamera…”.

Dove sta andando Antonio Moresco, il clone di Antonio Moresco? Perché non si ferma, non si siede per provare a ragionare, per dare un nome alle cose che dice e ridice, sempre di corsa, al punto di far nascere il sospetto che sia di corsa e elusivo proprio per evitarti di raggiungerlo e di costringerlo a dirti che insomma, cos’altro vuoi che ti dica? Che non c’è nulla da precisare, che è tutto lì, in quell’empito, in quello strepito, in quella impressione che non dura più del suo impatto psichico e epidermico assieme? Come se la letteratura non fosse altro che quella forza che ti cambia di stato, dalla inezia dell’inerzia all’esorbitante del movimento, dove poi conduca il movimento, eh, saranno pure problemi tuoi, cioè di tutti, quel che conta è abbandonare lo stato di inerzia.

O conta qualcos’altro? “Antonio Moresco, conta qualcos’altro oltre a questa idea che mi è venuta, della letteratura che non ha bisogno di nessuna leva per sollevare il mondo ma solo di darti un bel calcione nelle parti giuste, che ti faranno pure guaire di dolore ma che intanto ti sbloccano, ti lanciano, ti attivano, ti mettono nella vita che poi ti porterà nella morte ma tanto nella morte c’eri e ci sei e ci sarai già, quindi meglio confondere la morte con la confusione della vita?”, lo interrogo, sperando le mie parole lo raggiungano colmando la separazione che aumenta tra di noi, dimenticandomi di cosa gli sto domandando nel momento stesso in cui glielo domando, non saprei proprio domandarglielo allo stesso modo una seconda volta; mi è venuta lunghissima la domanda, mi ci sono perso.

Le parole di Antonio Moresco, del clone di Antonio Moresco, me le porta il vento. Lui le pronuncia davanti a sé e il vento le raccoglie e me le versa negli orecchi dai suoi palmi raccolti, come conchiglie svuotatemi nei timpani. Allora mi sente!, o è il clone a essere stato progettato in maniera potenziata? Così si spiegherebbe anche perché ha tanta resistenza, perché va dritto in salita come se fosse in piano, asciutto e deciso, mentre io sudo e non ce la faccio più e sono sempre più preoccupato per la vendetta che starà escogitando Lin Hu Hu nel suo marchettino in cui si vende di tutto e in quel di tutto quanti oggetti a cui cambiare la destinazione d’uso, facendone strumenti di tortura, dalle pinzette per le ciglia alle lampadine a risparmio di energia, dalle girandole per i balconi ai reggiseno in acrilico cento per cento. Le parole di Moresco sono: “L’aristocrazia, la vera aristocrazia è essere severi con se stessi e indulgenti con gli altri, mentre quelli come lei e come i suoi sodali sono invece indulgenti con loro stessi e severi con gli altri”.

Ma se è lui il primo a essere indulgente con la sua opera letteraria e severo con l’opera letteraria degli altri? E chi sarebbero i miei sodali? Perché il clone di Antonio Moresco si rivolge a me con le parole con cui l’Antonio Moresco del libro Il grido si rivolge a Ernst von Salomon incontrato durante uno dei suoi vagabondaggi? E chi è Ernst von Salomon, dove l’ha incontrato Antonio Moresco? Nel mondo scritto o nel mondo non scritto? In quale di questi due mondi che come tutti gli altri mondi fanno comunque parte dell’universo generale dell’immaginario, quello che comprende tutti i mondi e anche tutti gli universi, non soltanto il 5% di un universo solo, ma il cento per cento di tutti gli universi, e sarebbe ancora un unico universo immaginario, il mio. Quanti universi immaginari esistono al di sopra del mio immaginario? E al di sotto? È in un immaginario universale che avviene il vagabondaggio infinito di Antonio Moresco che non si arrende a nessun realismo, a nessuna condanna della specie, a nessuna estinzione della vita come l’abbiamo conosciuta, che vuole rimandare l’estinzione concordata nell’istante della sua apparizione, vuole ritardarla, farle opposizione, a costo di spostare tutto più in avanti, tutte le leggi della fisica e della chimica, sovvertire lo spaziotempo.

E come? Gridando? Cos’ha mai cambiato il grido di una frase scritta? Che effetto può avere la letteratura sul tempo prescritto all’esistenza del nostro sole, della nostra galassia, del nostro universo? Con la sua scrittura Antonio Moresco si vuole sottrarre alle leggi prescritte della durata della specie e prescritte non si sa da chi e non si sa quando, certamente da prima? Vuole riscrivere le leggi prestabilite, violare la violenza di certe costanti, di certe durate approssimativamente calcolate e impossibili da riprogrammare? O l’unica cosa che resta da poter cambiare è l’approssimazione del calcolo degli anni rimanenti, milione di anni in più milione di anni in meno?

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“Antonio Moresco, è questo che vuoi? Adesso però non so ridirlo come l’ho appena detto… Vuoi bucare la vescica del tempo, per provocare una fuoriuscita ancora mai pensata e tutto sommato impensabile, soltanto immaginabile quindi a sua volta ristretta nella membrana autistica e edonistica del combattimento estetico? Cosa cavolo vai scrivendo da decine di libri, me lo spieghi una buona volta?”. Il clone di Antonio Moresco non mi risponde più, mi ha distanziato parecchio, adesso però dovrà fermarsi per forza, è giunto a un vicolo cieco, a una sommità, o torna indietro o si butta di sotto, si schiaccerà sull’asfalto scaduto del tornante di sotto. Non vorrà mica…?

Ah, che sollievo. S’è fermato. Io mi piego sulle ginocchia, per riprendere fiato, sono esausto, mi ha sconvolto e oltrepassato, ma adesso cosa fa? Cos’è quel movimento di anche ossute e di mani farfuglianti sul davanti della patta? Ma s’è tirato giù le braghe a metà coscia! E sta pisciando nel dislivello, come un monellaccio, in pieno giorno. Ecco qual era la sua urgenza! Non la teneva più e s’è cercato il posto giusto per alleggerirsi, il più in alto a portata di scarpinata. E se becca il parabrezza di un’auto in transito casuale nel tornante di sotto? La farà sterzare bruscamente, provocherà un incidente, e sarà tutta colpa mia, sono io che l’ho insufflato e l’ho lasciato andare. Certo, potrei dare la colpa a Lin Hu Hu, quel clone gonfiato è ancora suo fino a scontrino contrario…

Che spettacolo grottesco! Il clone di Antonio Moresco raggrinzisce, il suo corpo sta diventando una sfilza di pieghettature, come il mantice di una fisarmonica che si richiude su sé stessa. Più piscia più rimpicciolisce, implode, s’affloscia. Sta pisciando fuori sé stesso!, la sua anima, cioè il fiato che io ci ho perso dentro. Si sta liberando di me che l’ho adulterato, ricombinato secondo l’idea che mi sono fatto di lui. Un clone non potrà mai essere uguale a colui dal quale è stato clonato quanto lo sarà a colui che ha studiato la tecnica della clonazione stessa, il suo procedimento. Chi crea, crea un modello, uno stile; quel che resta sono quegli effetti spiccioli denominati realtà. Sono questi i calcoli che vanno espulsi per sperare di stare meglio: quelli che invisibilmente ti sono entrati dentro per le vie più impensate, risalendo i condotti urinari o uditivi o ottici, puntando al cervello per colonizzarlo e soggiogarlo e clonarlo mentre tu, illuso, ti credi ancora vivo di vita tua.

E quando i calcoli si espellono, si sa, devi gridare, di dolore e di liberazione.

Antonio Coda

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Staying Pagan During The “Holiday Season”

Winter Solstice has been celebrated in cultures the world over for thousands of years. This start of the solar year is a celebration of Light and the rebirth of the Sun.

The ancient Roman festival of Saturnalia is perhaps the most closely linked with the modern celebration of Christmas. This festival happened around the time of the winter solstice and celebrated the end of the planting season. There were games and feasts and gift-giving for several days, and social order was inverted—slaves did not work and were briefly treated as equals.

Even Antarctica gets its share of solstice celebration, thanks to the researchers staying there over the long, dangerously cold season. While we in the Northern Hemisphere are enjoying the most daylight hours, in the Southern Hemisphere they are celebrating Midwinter. Festivities include special meals, films, and sometimes even handmade gifts.

Although winter is the season of dormancy, darkness and cold, the December Solstice marks the “turning of the Sun” and the days slowly get longer. Celebrations of the lighter days to come and nature’s continuing cycle have been common throughout cultures and history with feasts, festivals and holidays around the December Solstice.

In modern times Christians all over the world celebrate the birth of Jesus Christ on Christmas Day, which falls on December 25.

However, it’s believed that this date was chosen to offset pagan celebrations of Saturnalia and Natalis Invicti. Some believe that celebrating the birth of the “true light of the world” was set in synchronization with the December solstice because from that point onwards, the days began to have more daylight in the Northern Hemisphere.

Yule is also known as Alban Arthan and was one of the “Lesser Sabbats” of the Wiccan year in a time when ancient believers celebrated the rebirth of the Sun God and days with more light. This took place annually around the time of the December solstice and lasted for 12 days. The Lesser Sabbats fall on the solstices and equinoxes.

The Feast of Juul was a pre-Christian festival observed in Scandinavia at the time of the December solstice. Fires were lit to symbolize the heat, light and life-giving properties of the returning sun. A Yule or Juul log was brought in and burned on the hearth in honor of the Scandinavian god Thor.

A piece of the log was kept as both a token of good luck and as kindling for the following year’s log. In England, Germany, France and other European countries, the Yule log was burned until nothing but ash remained. The ashes were then collected and either strewn on the fields as fertilizer every night until Twelfth Night or kept as a charm and or as medicine.

French peasants believed that if the ashes were kept under the bed, they would protect the house against thunder and lightning. The present-day custom of lighting a Yule log at Christmas is believed to have originated in the bonfires associated with the feast of Juul.

Saturnalia in Ancient Rome

In Ancient Rome the Winter Solstice festival Saturnalia began on December 17 and lasted for seven days.

Saturday: Day of Saturn

Saturnalian banquets were held from as far back as around 217 BCE. The festival was held to honor Saturn, the father of the gods and was characterized by the suspension of discipline and reversal of the usual order. Grudges and quarrels were forgotten while businesses, courts and schools were closed. Wars were interrupted or postponed and slaves were served by their masters. Masquerades often occurred during this time.

It was traditional to offer gifts of imitation fruit (a symbol of fertility), dolls (symbolic of the custom of human sacrifice), and candles (reminiscent of the bonfires traditionally associated with pagan solstice celebrations). A mock king was chosen, usually from a group of slaves or criminals, and although he was permitted to behave in an unrestrained manner for seven days of the festival, he was usually killed at the end. The Saturnalia eventually degenerated into a week-long spree of debauchery and crime – giving rise to the modern use of the tern saturnalia, meaning a period of unrestrained license and revelry.

Most of the customs, lore, symbols, and rituals associated with “Christmas” actually are linked to Winter Solstice celebrations of ancient Pagan cultures. While Christian mythology is interwoven with contemporary observances of this holiday time, its Pagan nature is still strong and apparent. Pagans today can readily re-Paganize Christmastime and the secular New Year by giving a Pagan spiritual focus to existing holiday customs and by creating new traditions that draw on ancient ways. Here are some ways to do this:

How To Celebrate As A Pagan

Celebrate Yule with a series of rituals, feasts, and other activities. In most ancient cultures, the celebration lasted more than a day.

Have Winter Solstice Eve and Day be the central focus for your household, and conceptualize other holiday festivities, including New Year’s office parties and Christmas visits with Christian relatives, as part of your Solstice celebration. By adopting this perspective, Pagan parents can help their children develop an understanding of the multicultural and interfaith aspects of this holiday time and view “Christmas” as just another form of Solstice. Have gift exchanges and feasts over the course of several days and nights as was done of old. Party hearty on New Year’s Eve not just to welcome in the new calendar year, but also to welcome the new solar year. Adorn the home with sacred herbs and colors.

Decorate your home in Druidic holiday colors red, green, and white. Place holly, ivy, evergreen boughs, and pine cones around your home, especially in areas where socializing takes place. Hang a sprig of mistletoe above a major threshold and leave it there until next Yule as a charm for good luck throughout the year. Have family/household members join together to make or purchase an evergreen wreath. Include holiday herbs in it and then place it on your front door to symbolize the continuity of life and the wheel of the year. If you choose to have a living or a harvested evergreen tree as part of your holiday decorations, call it a Solstice tree and decorate it with Pagan symbols.

Convey love to family, friends, and associates. At the heart of Saturnalia was the custom of family and friends feasting together and exchanging presents. Continue this custom by visiting, entertaining, giving gifts, and sending greetings by mail and/or phone. Consider those who are and/or have been important in your life and share appreciation. Reclaim Santa Claus as a Pagan Godform.

Santa Claus?

Today’s Santa is a folk figure with multicultural roots. He embodies characteristics of Saturn (Roman agricultural god), Cronos (Greek god, also known as Father Time), the Holly King (Celtic god of the dying year), Father Ice/Grandfather Frost (Russian winter god), Thor (Norse sky god who rides the sky in a chariot drawn by goats), Odin/Wotan (Scandinavian/Teutonic All-Father who rides the sky on an eight-legged horse), Frey (Norse fertility god), and the Tomte (a Norse Land Spirit known for giving gifts to children at this time of year). Santa’s reindeer can be viewed as forms of Herne, the Celtic Horned God. Decorate your home with Santa images that reflect His Pagan heritage. Honor the Goddess as Great Mother. Place Pagan Mother Goddess images around your home. You may also want to include one with a Sun child, such as Isis with Horus. Pagan Goddess forms traditionally linked with this time of year include Tonantzin (Native Mexican corn mother), Holda (Teutonic earth goddess of good fortune), Bona Dea (Roman women’s goddess of abundance and prophecy), Ops (Roman goddess of plenty), Au Set/Isis (Egyptian/multicultural All Goddess whose worship continued in Christian times under the name Mary), Lucina/St. Lucy (Roman/Swedish goddess/saint of light), and Befana (Italian Witch who gives gifts to children at this season).

Honor the new solar year with light. Do a Solstice Eve ritual in which you meditate in darkness and then welcome the birth of the sun by lighting candles and singing chants and Pagan carols. If you have a indoor fireplace or an outdoor fire circle, burn an oak log as a Yule log and save a bit to start next year’s fire.

Decorate the inside and/or outside of your home with electric colored lights. Because of the popularity of five-pointed stars as holiday symbols, this is a good time to display a pentagram of blue or white lights.

Contribute to the manifestation of more wellness on Planet Earth. Donate food and clothing to poor in your area. Volunteer time at a social service agency. Put up bird feeders and keep them filled throughout the winter to supplement the diets of wild birds.

Donate funds and items to non-profit groups, such as Pagan/Wiccan churches and environmental organizations. Meditate on world peace. Work magic for a healthier planet.

Make a pledge to do some form of good works in the new solar year.

Sources:

Selena Fox, Campanelli, Pauline & Dan, Wheel of the Year: Living the Magical Life. St. Paul: LLewellyn, 1989, pages 1-16. Crim, Keith, editor, The Perennial Dictionary of World Religions. San Francisco: Harper & Row, 1989, pages 154, 182. Ek, Hildur, Jul Tomtar, Jul Bockar and Sheaves of Grain. Lindsborg, KS: Barbos Printing, 1983. Farrar, Janet & Stewart, Eight Sabbats for Witches. London: Hale, 1981, chapter 11. Funk & Wagnalls, Standard Dictionary of Folklore, Mythology and Legend. New York: Funk & Wagnalls, 1979, pages 229-230, 974-975, Royale, Duncan, History of Santa: from 2000 BC to the 20th Century. Fullerton, CA: M. E. Duncan, 1987. Scullard, H. H., Festivals and Ceremonies of the Roman Republic. Ithaca, NY: Cornell University Press, 1981. pages 205-212.

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It Was A Start

Hey all! This was formerly meant to be part of the fourth week of forduary entry: Hugs, but I didn’t get around to finishing it in time, but I wanted to finish it that takes place in my Lost and Gained AU. Hope you all enjoy it all the same.

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Ford sat next to his wife Lucina and his teenage twin daughters Shauna and Shannon on the bed in what used to be his, Lucina and Fiddleford’s bedroom. Most of the room stayed the same as it was fifteen years ago, but there were extra items in boxes that were placed here and there in the room but none of Fiddleford’s belongings can be found Ford and Lucina could recognize. Fiddleford, having since found his own house in Gravity Falls when living in the shack, became too much for his mental health to handle. It hadn’t been a day since they came back to their own dimension and there were problems. Mainly Stan and Ford at each other’s throats as they had unresolved issues.

They were waiting for Stan and Andy to come back with people they wanted them to see. Ford needed to simmer down after his arguing with Stan, anyhow. One of Ford’s teenage daughters Shauna takes a look around the room and examines a pair of glasses out of curiosity. Shauna resembled her mother with her long black hair and medium skin tone. Shauna’s attire consisted of red and black colors Ford and Lucina managed to find for her to wear, but there were signs of wear and tear that have since been mended through stitching with wire thread. Same for Shannon but wearing saturated purple and blue colors. 

“Those are my glasses, dear. This room was where me, your mother and second father rested together. Though now it looks more like a storage room than not.”

“This dimension appears to be more… calmer than others, Dad.” acknowledged Shannon. “Besides you and uncle fighting, of course.” Ford frowned, admitting he had a part in why.

“Yes. He’s no doubt still mad at me for tricking him into turning on the portal. I wanted to find your mother lost on the other side, and I couldn’t do it knowing I would be leaving your brothers all on their own. Sure, I had the Corduroys babysit them, but I needed family members to look after them full time. So I sent a postcard to Stan asking for his help. I knew he wouldn’t want me to go, so I had to trick him. I wanted to right at least one wrong, but I regrettably couldn’t with your other father Fiddleford.” Lucina touched Ford’s shoulder. Ford sighed. Shannon perked a grin and stood up.

“That was a long time ago, Dad. Maybe you can make things up with him, you know, talk over drinks, or the other things you used to do together.” Shannon walked over to an old photo of who appeared to be younger versions of both Ford and Lucina, but an additional person with a large nose, dirty blond hair and glasses smiling with the two in front of the shack when it was newly built. And a baby boy, wrapped in a blanket, held in his arms with Lucina, who looked visibly pregnant at the time of the photo. 

“Some things,” started Lucina, wanting to be hopeful that her relationship with her second husband and sons can be repaired. Even if it won’t be the same as it was, “can’t always be mended. Especially not in a day. But in time, hopefully they can be.”

A knock was heard at the door and the rough voice of Stan heard on the other side. 

“Hey, there’s some visitors who’ve been wanting to see you.”

“The door is unlocked.”

Stan, who appeared in his fez hat and question mark maroon suit, opened the bedroom door and let in three grown men. One was an older, beanstalk of a fellow with brown hair turning white with age, a white beard, large nose, and a pair of spectacles Ford and Lucina recognized immediately as Fiddleford Hadron McGucket, the man they left behind. Fiddleford had long since replaced his white lab coat for a striped patterned shirt with brown pants and black shoes. Fiddleford frowned at Ford and Lucina; it really was them after all this time. But Fiddleford showed a soft smile at the two teenage girls, figuring they must be their daughters.  

The second man was younger, appearing in his twenties, with a green hat obscuring his brown eyes, and a large nose not unlike his father Fiddleford. But one thing to note is the six fingers on his left hand. He was tall like his father Fiddleford, and carried himself more seriously and firm, as he crossed his arms and looked directly at Ford and Lucina with emotions swelling in his body and mind seeing them again after all this time. And he did a double take seeing the two teenage girls Shauna and Shannon, not knowing what to think right now of them. The pair recognize him as their oldest son, Tater McGucket.

There there was the third man, younger than Tate, Shiloh. Shiloh was a few inches shorter than his father Fiddleford and brother Tate, much like Ford was in height. Shiloh has his long black hair in a lengthy tight braid, wearing a sleeved black collared shirt under his blue and red flannel jacket with brown pants and black boots. Around his right wrist, where his six fingers are on his hand, was a dentalium shell bracelet. It gave Lucina the impression Shiloh had gotten in touch with his Klamath heritage since her and Ford’s absence over the years, which made her heart proud seeing how much Shiloh and Tate have grown. Shiloh took a good look at his parents, taking in how much they changed physically, and then at the two teenage girls who look to be his sister. There was much he wanted to speak with them about. 

“Fiddleford…” Ford spoke to acknowledge his best friend and lover, though former ever since he and him parted on sour terms the last they talked to each other. He could still remember what he told him.

Fine! I don’t need you; I don’t need anyone! I won’t abandon Lucy like you have!

Words Ford has regretted since.

“I… understand you must hate me after what I said back then.” Fiddleford frowned at Ford, he too had his own regrets with the words he told him before he left as well. And Ford’s response to it. 

Stanferd, it's too late! Lucy is gone! This machine is dangerous! You’ll bring the end of the world with this. Destroy it before it destroys us all!

Destroy it? With Lucy still on the other side? How could you say that?! She’s legally your wife for fuck’s sake! She has to be alive in there. If you loved her as much as I do, you’d help me get her back.

I can’t, Stanferd… I fear we’ve unleashed a great danger upon the world. One soon I’d rather ferget. I quit! 

Fiddleford had left Tate and Shiloh in the care of the Corduroys before he disappeared himself for a while as a result of his worsening mental state at the time; and started the Society of the Blind Eye. But it was better for the boys, at the time, than to be around either of their fathers back then when the situation got worse. And he has since regretted never helping Ford get Lucina back. After seeing what he’d rather unsee, Fiddleford thought there was no way of saving her at the time. 

“Fer a long time, I tried fergettin’ you and our fam’ly, but I’d been foolish and been tryin’ ta do right by Tate, Shiloh, our fam’ly since.” Fiddleford showed a smile at Ford and Lucina and their two daughters. “Now, I want ta fergive you and Lucy. No amount of apologizin’ can erase what happened, but havin’ you all back here we can start again, if ya want to. I’d like ta get to know these here kids, too.” Ford, Lucina, Shauna and Shannon exchanged looks of relief. And it was a good impression on Shauna and Shannon to see what their parents mean about Fiddleford having been dear to them as a best friend and a good father to their sons. Then, it was Tate’s turn to speak, choking up before he got a word out. 

“I think… it’s time I forgave you, too, Pa. Did a lot of thinking about what I wanted to say… but even I am at a loss as part of me didn’t think this would ever happen.” Lucina wiped tears from her eyes. 

“You’re alright. We have a lot to talk about now. And I have a lot to share with you and Shiloh what I saw. I haven’t forgotten my promise.” Shiloh looked away from Ford and Lucina for a second to think through his conflicting emotions until he faced them again. 

“I… don’t forgive everything that happened in the past. But I am willing to give you a chance to do right by me and our family, Father. Mother. There’s a lot I want to say and put in the past where it belongs.” Ford and Lucina nodded slowly at him, understanding he likely had mixed feelings seeing them again as well as his new sisters.

“Of course, Shiloh. I’d have mixed feelings about seeing me and your mother again, too. I’ve done you, your brother, and your father wrong among others in our family.” Ford turned to face Stan nearby with his arms crossed and facing away from him. “But now, I want to do right by everyone. Allow me to introduce you and Tate to your younger twin sisters Shauna and Shannon.”

“Hiya!” chimed Shannon. 

“Greetings,” greeted Shauna with a shy demeanor. 

Fiddleford approached Ford and Lucina with open arms, bringing them in for a big hug. Tate and Shiloh followed in hugging their parents and brought in Shauna and Shannon to join in. After everyone parted, Stan approached Ford to give him a pat on the shoulder and nod. It was a start.

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#5

Who Are You?

A/N: I was stumped with what to do for the prompt Identity until I suddenly found the inspiration to write this fic that depicts an au of mine called Lost and Gained. Which includes ocs of mine such those from OBWHF and new ones for the Pines family such as Andrea Pereira, wife of Stan and mother of James, Jessie and additional kid Leroy. Lucina Evergreen, wife of Ford and Fiddleford and mother of Tate and Shiloh and later Shauna and Shannon. But enjoy what I wrote here for @stanuary 

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“Who are you?” A young boy Stan asked his reflection in the bathroom mirror, flashing a bright grin on his face after finishing brushing his teeth. “I’m Stanley Pines! King of New Jersey! This guy is gonna go sailing one day with his brother!” He pointed at himself with bright confidence and pride. “And Andy if she wants to…” Stan muttered under his breath with his cheeks blushing.

“Stanley, are you done in there?” asked Ford after knocking on the closed door. 

“Coming out!”

A teenage Stan saw himself in the bathroom mirror while grooming his hair and fixing up his pink suit in preparation for prom he’ll attend with his brother, and their respective dates. Stan smugly grinned at his image. “Who are you? Stan freaking Pines! This guy’s gonna take his best gal to the prom. And then we’re going to see a show after. Hell yeah. Tch. Tch.” Stan finger gunned back at his reflection before the sound of knocking was heard on the other side of the door. “Alright, alright. Yeesh.”

“Who are you?” Stan nervously asked his reflection inside the bathroom mirror at home. “Stan Pines… who's going to be a dad, while still in high school. You really did it now, Stan.” He smiled a little after taking time to compose himself. “At least Andy still loves you, you still love her, and her parents and brother don’t hate you after we told them. I’m gonna take responsibility. But I can’t tell my family… they’ll be less than thrilled. Except Sixer, I can trust him with anything.” Stan took a deep breath and left the bathroom.

Stan rubbed his tired, puffy red eyes in front of the Pereira family’s bathroom mirror to clean himself up. “Who are you?” Stan paused and choked up tears. “The knucklehead who ruined his brother’s science fair project, costing him that chance to get into the stupid college he wanted to be in, and got kicked out by Pops because of it.” He sniffled and wiped his runny nose. “Fuck… I can’t do anything right.”

“It’s going to be okay, Stan…” Andy said on the other side of the door. “I – we’re here for you.”

“I – thank you, lass.”

“Who are you?” Stan adjusted the striped tie of his cleaned shirt in front of the bathroom mirror of his, his wife and children’s apartment they’re renting in Florida. “Stan Pines. A husband, father of three gremlins, comic book writer and artist. Not too bad, I admit. Can do better. One day. Andy got her marine biology degree, and she’s hoping to find a job. Knowing Florida, it’ll be easy as pumpkin pie!”

“Dad! Dad! Dad!” cried out the three kids James, Jessie and Leroy approaching the bathroom door. 

“You got a postcard!”

“Alright, I’ll come read it. Be right out.”

“Who are you?” Stan asked his reflection in the bathroom mirror of his brother Ford’s home. Behind Stan, his wife Andrea or Andy as most called her, stood behind him to treat the burn mark on the back of his right shoulder he sustained from physically fighting his brother before he ended up through the portal. The burn stung his back something fierce when Andy began to apply the ointment against his skin.

“You’re the guy who’s going to get his brother back.” Andy answered for Stan, doing her best to keep her emotions under control. “I still can’t believe what happened. His wife disappeared. His husband up and left. His sons were left in another person’s care… we have to do something.”

“We will. I think we can handle two more kids under our care. Tate and Shiloh need their family right now more than anything.” Stan gently touched his wife’s hand behind him. “And I know I’ll need your help.” Andy gingerly kissed his cheek. 

“With you every step of the way, Stan.”

“Who are you?” Stan asked his image in the mirror of his and Andy’s bedroom now that they’ve taken ownership of the house that once belonged to Ford. “Stan Pines, owner of the Mystery Shack! People around here sure love a good tourist trap, let me tell you handsome devil. And with Andy working as a Lake Ranger at the lake, perfect for discounts for fishing supplies. The kids seem to love this town. Tate and Shiloh need time… but I’ll do my best as their uncle to get them through this. At least their other dad Fiddleford will be around once he’s mentally well enough to be involved with his kids again.” Stan pinched the bridge of his nose. “It’s been a long year since then. I hope I can make this all work. I hope I can get my brother back as soon as possible. Ugh, enough of me rambling.” Stan put on the fez hat as the final part of his outfit and left the room. 

“Who are you?” Stan wiped away his happy tears in asking his reflection in his bedroom mirror. “Grandpa Stan Pines, that’s who! My first granddaughter was born today! Her name is Tanya and she is the cutest! I have a feeling me and Andy will be anticipating more grandkids running around here when they start actually running, so I'm gonna look forward to planning more space around here. If they’ll be anything like their parents, this is gonna be chaotic.” Stan let out a content sigh and headed downstairs. 

“Who are you?” Stan demanded his reflection in the mirror. “Stanley Pines. The brother Stanford should be thanking me and Andy for getting not only him out of that stupid portal, but his wife, and apparently their twin teenage daughters they had while in there.” He was angry after his heated argument with his twin brother. At least their respective wives interfered and stopped the two brothers from physically fighting each other before it got worse. “I thought… I thought things would be fixed, but I don’t know if it can be.” Stan looked at himself with determination. “I guess I can try talking. Oof. I’m not looking forward to that.”

Stan let out a big breath. “Who are you? Me? Guess who became a Grunkle in the past couple of years? This guy!” Stan jovially thumbed at himself. “Which makes Andy a Grandy. Ha! Tate and his wife had their son Isaac. Shiloh and his wife had their daughter Hazel. Finally, Shermie got his grandkids Mason and Mabel born a couple days ago. Ford and I wouldn't willingly give the twins up to Shermie. God, I miss those twins already.” Andy laughed in the background. 

“It was a wonderful time. And that has a nice ring to it. Grandy….”

Stan approached the mirror of his and Andy’s bedroom. He had one question that came to mind, remembering the one thing he would always ask and have an answer. “Who are you? Me? Um… I’m Stanley, I think. Stanley Pines. Yeah, that sounds about right from what everyone keeps telling me. It’s coming back to me.” Stan rubbed at his head, memories of his past, his whole life he spent with his family, and the last moments before it was almost all wiped out of his mind were slowly but surely coming back thanks to his family’s diligent efforts to bring him back.

“Who are you?” Stan would ask his reflection in the mirror onboard the Stan O’ War. Ford would walk from behind and stand next to him. 

“I think you know the answer.” 

Stan and Ford exchanged smiles at each other before going back on deck to start their adventure out at sea like they’ve always dreamed of doing when they were young.

21 notes - Posted January 14, 2022

#4

Six Fingers in Time

Hey there all! Another entry for @forduary in going with the theme of Week 3: Hands/AU where it takes place in the Lost and Gained AU, depicting times in Ford’s life involving more positive moments. Hope you all enjoy this ficlet!

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“Aw, Filbrick! Shermie! Come look!” Caryn Pines held up newborn Ford’s six-fingered hands to show her husband who held newborn Stan in his arms. “He’s got the six fingers like my father has!” Filbrick grunted, less enthused as his wife and the mention of her protective father brought back memories of how he didn’t like the old man of Caryn’s. But young Shermie was ecstatic.

“That is so neat!”

“He’s going to be made fun of,” bluntly imputed Filbrick.

“Well it didn’t stop my dad from living his life, and it won’t stop Stanford’s. He’s perfect as he is.” Little Ford giggled.

“You can shove off, Crampelter!” shouted young Stan at the older boy and his other two boys as they walked away laughing. Stan snorted and looked back at his twin brother who had tears forming in his eyes and his hands behind his back. “Hey, it’s gonna be okay, Sixer. No one makes fun of your hands on my watch.” Stan gave his brother a tight hug. 

Ford really hoped this would stop at some point when no one cares how many fingers he has on his hands and be treated as normal. 

“Hey, fellas!” greeted a young Andy as she and her penpal Lucina Evergreen approached the twin boys at the beach. Stan and Ford stopped what they were doing on their wrecked boat and faced their friend, and a new girl to them, walking up to them.

“Hey, Andy!” Stan waved.

“Greetings!”

“Who's the new girl?” Stan asked. “Don’t think we’ve seen her around here or in school.”

“You remember me mentioning a penpal, right?” Ford and Stan nodded. The girl with the lengthy black hair shyly shuffled her feet, her bangs concealing one of her eyes, but keeping her left brown eye exposed while holding her hair. Andy smiled at Lucina. “These are my friends.”

“I’m Stanley Pines! But call me Stan.”

“And I am Stanford Pines, but you can call me Ford.” Ford extended his hand to shake hers. Lucina gasped upon seeing Ford’s six fingered hand in immediate amazement at seeing something unique she hadn’t before. Lucina shaked his hand with hers. 

“Wow… six fingers. That’s… really neat!” Ford blinked. He was taken by surprise upon the new girl’s reaction to his hands. It was much better than what happened with Cathy Crenshaw. He was almost at a loss for words until Lucina moved her bangs away to reveal her right eye being a light blue. Complete heterochromia. 

“Complete heterochromia. That’s so cool!” exclaimed Ford. He then realized he still held onto her hand and let hers go, not wanting things to get awkward. “Oop. Sorry. It’s just nice to know there’s someone else who is different like me.” Lucina blushed from the compliment, happy he didn’t find her too weird.

“No, you’re okay. It’s nice to see someone who’s different like me, too.”

Ford held hands with Lucina along the beach at noon before they headed to the prom with Stan and Andy that will take place later tonight. It was their last day together before Lucina had to take the plane home to Gravity Falls in the morning. Ford wouldn’t see her again for a while and wanted one more night with her. Ford couldn’t believe this was all real. That he found someone he had a real connection with ever since they met as younger kids. It seemed so long ago. 

“Lucy.” 

“Hm?”

Ford and Lucina stopped at the edge of the shore where they couldn’t get their feet wet. They stood next to the swing set where they used to play as children. Ford put thought into the words he wanted to express to Lucina. Emotions swelled between the two teens. 

“There’s something I’ve wanted to tell you for a while.”

Ford and Lucina took a seat on the only two swings. 

“Ever since you came here these past summers, you made me feel I’m not alone.” Ford faced Lucina with a genuine smile. “When you looked at my hands, you weren’t put off or creeped out at the sight of them. A girl screamed at me when she saw them, and it made me feel awful. But I thought about you and seeing your eyes, it made a world of difference in my confidence.”

Lucina had her long black hair brushed back, her eyes being seen. She had to take a deep breath to respond to him.

“You did the same for me. People thought my eyes were weird and I couldn’t stand the staring. But when you look at me like you are now, you… make me feel less alone.” Lucina reached for Ford’s hand. Ford almost pulled away out of habit, but he let her hold his hand. She pulled him in for a hug that made him stiffen, but Ford eased almost immediately and wrapped his arms around her as she did the same.

The pair parted as the time was near until prom, for now, and they had a feeling it’ll be a good time with one another. 

“Sweet sarsaparilla!” gasped Fiddleford upon seeing Ford’s hands. “Is that polydactyl?”

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26 notes - Posted March 7, 2022

#3

Lulled to Sleep

A/N: Hey everyone! Here’s my late entry for @forduary Week One: Sleep. I’ve been busy and distracted throughout February so I may or may not finish the other weekly entries before the deadline. But anyhow, this takes place in the Lost and Gained AU where Ford is a parent and later grandparent. Hope you enjoy this ficlet! 

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“WAAAHHH!!!”

Ford jolted awake from his eyes growing heavy from drifting to sleep. 

Oh my. The boys need me. 

It was a dark, not so quiet night in Gravity Falls in June of 1976, little Tate and his newborn brother Shiloh were crying and needing attention within their shared nursery. Thankfully, Ford had been awake for some time in getting some writing done in his journal at his desk. He raised up from his seat and walked towards the nursery, and on the way, waved at a tired Fiddleford to let him know he had it covered and he could go back to bed. He wanted to make things easier on Fiddleford and Lucina both as he can run on little sleep.  

Ford opens the nursery door and sees little Tate holding onto the bars of his crib while standing and crying across from Shiloh who was also crying. Tate had six fingers on his left hand while Shiloh had six fingers on his right. Tate resembled much like his father Fiddleford, save for the brown hair, but it runs in his family as well as Ford’s. Meanwhile, Shiloh inherited Lucina’s black hair, darker skin tone and heterochromia eyes; Shiloh’s left eye was brown and his right eye blue. The room was spacious and colorful with painted depictions of the forest and animals and magical creatures. One day it was going to be both the boy’s room or until they choose to have their own rooms, respectively.

“It’s alright, boys, Dad is here.”

Ford scooped up Tate and Shiloh in his arms and checked if they needed to be fed, changed, etc before he got the boys to calm down. But they did when held in the arms of their father. He then takes a seat in the blue rocking chair in the room to rock the two boys to sleep after tending to their needs. He still finds himself amazed he’s doing something like this. Finding love. Including children in their active lives. And discovering new, wonderful and dangerous things in Gravity Falls; things he wants to share with his two boys when they’re old enough. And maybe they’ll share that love of adventure like he and Stan did long ago, before everything changed. 

Ford would sing the boys a song his mother sang to him and Stan when they were little. An old Jewish lullaby from what he remembers. He found it funny she taught him the song ‘just in case you wanted to sing it someday’ but he sees what she meant now. It made him feel closer to her somehow. Tate yawned and fell asleep and so did Shiloh in Ford’s arms. 

Ford would gently place the boys back in their respective cribs. 

“Goodnight, Tate. Goodnight, Shiloh.” Ford placed a gentle kiss upon their foreheads and faced the doorway where Lucina and Fiddleford had been watching him the whole time. He smiled at the two. “I thought you two were in bed.”

“We were waitin’ fer you. Couldn’t help but ta watch and listen; it's a very pretty song.”

“Thank you. It always helped me sleep when I was little. I’m actually sleepy from having sung it.”

Lucina and Fiddleford took Ford’s hand in each of theirs and led him to bed with them. 

“I thought it was lovely, too,” added Lucina. 

30 notes - Posted March 3, 2022

#2

In having thought back to Dragon Age, over the years I have been crafting an au where all seven origin Wardens were recruited by Duncan and survived the Joining and would become the Heroes of Fereldan they were meant to be. Plus, the optional Orlesian Grey Warden from Awakening who would assist them in that continuation. Its changed a lot over the years and I think I’m finally satisfied with it. 

And for Dragon Age 2, all three classes Hawke can be existing, but with a twist! One of them is human and the other two are an elf and dwarf who were adopted into the family who become the Champions of Kirkwall they’ll be known as. 

Finally, Dragon Age Inquisition. All six potential Inquisitors survived the catastrophe, but only four of them bear the shared mark within their respective hands, and the other two becoming companions to them. All this existing within the same au saga! Here is what I have so far and I may add more to it. May or may not be a fic using all this, but I wanted to share my own ideas.

Dragon Age Origins (headcanons):

 All seven Wardens from the six origins (including the elven mage/human mage) were recruited/saved by Duncan, survived the Joining, and kicked the Archdemon's ass together; with the addition of all the possible companions. Except Loghain, he got axed because fuck him. The Wardens are Joan Cousland (warrior/templar), Dante Amell (mage/shapeshifter), Sindra Aeducan (rogue/duelist), Verroth Brosca (warrior/berserker), Limerick Surana (mage/arcane warrior), Faelan Mahariel (rogue/ranger), Misha Tabris (warrior/champion). And the mabari hound of Joan’s is named Griffon. The mabari that they find and bonds with Verroth is named Barkspawn, a name they all can agree on thanks to Alistair’s suggestion.

Joan and Alistair knew each other as children from when Joan and her father and brother would travel to Redcliffe for important matters. A young Joan would join in on Alistair's antics around the castle, having become fast friends. During the summer months of those more innocent years, Joan and Alistair would play even more when he could stay with her and her family. When the time came that Alistair was forced to live in the Chantry, him and Joan would keep in touch to write letters over the years, even if it saddened the two that they could not play together anymore.

The voices/personality of each of the Wardens would be Joan - wise; Dante - suave; Misha - cocky; Limerick - mystical; Faelan - experienced; Verroth - violent; Sindra - smart.

Oren and Oriana are alive and well, not having been killed when Rendon Howe's men captured Cousland castle. Escaping to Antiva thanks to Joan and gang when arriving in Denerim to recruit Misha.

Joan romances Alistair. Misha and Dante romances Zevran. Faelan romances Morrigan and performed the Dark Ritual. Verroth and Sindra romances Leliana. Sindra and Limerick become a couple, and is okay with Sindra being with Leliana, too.

Limerick loved being in the Circle, being grateful for not only learning to master his magic, but for the higher education he lacked living in Lothering with his financially troubled family. But later he does see from an outsider’s point of view that the Circle isn’t so kind. Limerick felt wronged for doing what he was told to do by Irving in exposing Jowan as a blood mage. It was hell for him when venturing out of Kinloch Hold for the first time as he felt like his legs were going to fall off from all the walking.

Misha looked up to her mother much of her life until she died. She loves her cousins and father just as much as well as the Alienage she was born and raised in. She learned how to fight with an axe since she was young. When the aspect of an arranged marriage came about, Misha wasn’t all for it, but the day came, and she met her would-be husband. It would not come to pass because of the Arl’s son. Misha killed several of the guards alongside her cousin. Misha didn’t hesitate to deny Vaughn’s deal and kill him and his friends to save her other cousin. Before she was to leave the Alienage to Ostagar, her father gave her mother’s weapon as a parting gift to her. She did express grief and remorse for the loss of her fiancée and kept the wedding ring he crafted to use in wedding with Dante and Zevran.  

Dante was the opposite to Limerick; he hated being trapped in the Circle Tower, but still appreciate learning how to control his magic. Dante almost escaped from the Circle with Anders but chose to be distraction for Anders to escape without him. He greatly missed his mother and siblings, wanting to know what became of them, though giving up as the year’s past. He did learn the fate of his mother, going to the place where her ashes were scattered.

After slaying the Archdemon, each of the seven wardens went on their own paths: Joan reigned as queen alongside Alistair, eventually blessing him with three heirs, Duncan, Rose and Eleanor, to raise and love; having found a way conceive with more success. Verroth remained with Leiliana, bringing a baby girl, Andrea, into the worl Misha and Dante traveled across the lands with Zevran on their own quest across Thedas, with Misha birthing two boys, River and Silas, from all the lovemaking. Sindra was rightfully titled the new Warden-Commander of Fereldan, with Limerick being her Warden-Constable, they had Amaia. As for Faelan, he traveled across Thedas in search for Morrigan to be with her and their son Keiran. Luckily, with the help of old friends and new, he accomplished this and traveled through the eluvian with Morrigan.

Major choices: Connor was saved without having to sacrifice his mother, Isolde. The Sacred Ashes were preserved with the dragon not being slain. Bhelen was made King of Orzammar and the Anvil of the Void destroyed, killing Branka. Brokered peace between the werewolves and elves, Zatherian sacrificing his life to break the curse. Saved Redcliffe from the undead. Recruited Jowan into the group. Liberated the Circle of Magi from demons and saved the remaining mages, including Irving. In Soldier's Peak, they allowed Avernus to continue his research, but more ethical means than before and killed the demon that possessed Sophia's body. Fulfilled all the companion’s quests with positive results, including the one where Faelan Mahariel "killed" Flemeth, and every other possible quest with mostly positive results.

When the seven Wardens entered the Fade by the Sloth demon in the Circle, they each saw their own unique dreams. Joan saw that her whole family was happy and alive again. Verroth seeing that his mother began to treat him right, meeting his father for the first time, seeing his sister happy with her husband and child. Sindra dreamed that her brother was alive and that Bhelen getting respect equally, with the addition of getting together with Gorim. Limerick dreamt of becoming First Enchanter of the College of Magi, though was the first to saw it as nothing more than a dream and worked to free his fellow wardens from Sloth. Misha in her dream too saw what could have been if Nelaros was not killed and her mother being alive. Faelan in his dream saw an image he himself imagined of what his parents looked like, and that his friend Tamlen was never tainted. Dante Amell dreamed of being a free man, using the opportunity to see his mother and family in Kirkwall until he began to see the faults within the dream.

Of course, there were many things each of the wardens did not agree on when it came to certain choices. To name one big example was deciding who to crown King of Orzammar. Coming back to the dwarvan city caused great turmoil between Sindra and Verroth, the two arguing in anger, causing a temporary rift within the group that lasted until they killed the Broodmother. It was there that they settled on the decision on Bhelen becoming Orzammar's king, believing he would last much longer than Harromont would've, yet Sindra still hated the decision after Harrowmont’s execution.

Sindra loved both of her brothers, despite them getting on her nerves at times. She felt that her older brother Trian did not deserve to be killed and was genuinely caught off when Bhelen betrayed her.

Sindra knew King Cailan, as children, when the late King Maric and his son would be invited by her king-father to watch Proving's sometimes. Her and Cailan would play together, but lost touch over the years.

During the events of Awakening, Sindra was promoted to Warden-Commander and Limerick as Warden-Constable and the rest of the Wardens would come to assist with whatever they needed for old times’ sake. A Grey Warden from Orlais was sent to them in good faith named Lyric Caron (warrior/guardian). The three would work together in recruiting new Grey Wardens into their fold in order to defend the Keep and Amaranthine from the darkspawn threat. And would help their companions through their own troubles.

Lyric Caron is a straightforward woman who is new to Fereldan and its customs and is fascinated with how the Heroes of Fereldan manage warden duties so… unlike how she was taught in the order. She watches and learns under the seven and can’t help to admire them and learning of their adventures. Lyric has a wife and child back home she hopes will be alright while she is in Fereldan for a while.

With Nathaniel Howe, the pregnant Queen of Fereldan Joan would chat with him and convince him he should join the Grey Wardens and is remorseful for what happened to the remainder of his family and doesn’t blame him for what his father did. And imprisoned those who conspired with Rendon Howe.

With Velanna, Faelan would be able to put her at ease with their presence in meeting fellow elves and help her get her sister back, however they can.

With Oghren, Verroth and Misha would have a time convincing him to get back with his wife and mend their relationship.

With Justice, they convince him he can leave the deceased body of the former warden for his wife to have buried. Justice ending up possessing Anders’ cat Ser Pounce-A-Lot.

With Anders, he is happy to see Dante and Limerick again after so long since their Circle days. And they help him be on his way without issue when the mission is complete.

With Sigrun, she is excited to meet Verroth and Sindra and gets their autographs as they were inspiring to her as a dwarf.

They chose to spare the Architect and managed to keep both the Keep and Amaranthine from falling to destruction.

Sindra, Limerick and Lyric take up the mission in Amgarrak and succeeded.

During the Witch Hunt, Faelan is aided by Joan, her mabari Griffon and Limerick to find Morrigan and learn of her fate. Faelan would walk into the Eluvian with Morrigan to be with her and their son, and the others retrieved the book in turn.

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A small ficlet for @stanuary

Week One: Brothers

“There’s something we wanna show ya, Shermie!” chirped the young Stan while holding his hand, with Ford holding the other. 

“It’s one of our best finds yet!” supported Ford. Shermie chuckled, humoring his two younger brothers. It was as good an excuse as any to get out of the house. 

Stan led his and Ford’s teenage brother outside on the beach where not many visitors would go. Perfect for Stan and Ford to play undisturbed for the most part. Save for those who pass by every now and then. 

When the trio of brothers arrived at the spot, Shermie took a good look at what his brothers have been working on for a while. A small worn boat Stan and Ford pulled out from the cave and began to fix it to sailing condition, but judging by the slow progress, the boys were in no rush to complete the vessel. 

“We called it the ‘Stan o’ War’. One day, when it’s complete, we’re gonna sail around the world, and go on adventures.” Stan climbed up the boat with Ford joining him. 

“My, my. I have to agree this is a great find!” Shermie examined the boat. “If you’ll have me, I’d like to come with you two on one of those ventures. Better than being here, that’s for sure.”

“I knew you’d like it! We’d love to have you onboard our vessel.”

“If you’re not too busy when we do,” said Ford while picking up one of his books on the boat. Shermie hummed a response. He had been more involved with himself than his brothers as of late since getting his own car, and with it more freedom to leave the house. 

“Well, if you guys ever want my help to finish this, I’ll be more than happy to drive to the store to buy more wood.”

Stan and Ford gasped with smiles on their faces. 

“That would be great! But before you do, wanna play pirates with us? You can be the privateer!”

Shermie picked up a nearby stick with a bright grin. “Alright. Show me how to play.”

48 notes - Posted January 5, 2022

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Lulled to Sleep

A/N: Hey everyone! Here’s my late entry for @forduary Week One: Sleep. I’ve been busy and distracted throughout February so I may or may not finish the other weekly entries before the deadline. But anyhow, this takes place in the Lost and Gained AU where Ford is a parent and later grandparent. Hope you enjoy this ficlet! 

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“WAAAHHH!!!”

Ford jolted awake from his eyes growing heavy from drifting to sleep. 

Oh my. The boys need me. 

It was a dark, not so quiet night in Gravity Falls in June of 1976, little Tate and his newborn brother Shiloh were crying and needing attention within their shared nursery. Thankfully, Ford had been awake for some time in getting some writing done in his journal at his desk. He raised up from his seat and walked towards the nursery, and on the way, waved at a tired Fiddleford to let him know he had it covered and he could go back to bed. He wanted to make things easier on Fiddleford and Lucina both as he can run on little sleep.  

Ford opens the nursery door and sees little Tate holding onto the bars of his crib while standing and crying across from Shiloh who was also crying. Tate had six fingers on his left hand while Shiloh had six fingers on his right. Tate resembled much like his father Fiddleford, save for the brown hair, but it runs in his family as well as Ford’s. Meanwhile, Shiloh inherited Lucina’s black hair, darker skin tone and heterochromia eyes; Shiloh’s left eye was brown and his right eye blue. The room was spacious and colorful with painted depictions of the forest and animals and magical creatures. One day it was going to be both the boy’s room or until they choose to have their own rooms, respectively.

“It’s alright, boys, Dad is here.”

Ford scooped up Tate and Shiloh in his arms and checked if they needed to be fed, changed, etc before he got the boys to calm down. But they did when held in the arms of their father. He then takes a seat in the blue rocking chair in the room to rock the two boys to sleep after tending to their needs. He still finds himself amazed he’s doing something like this. Finding love. Including children in their active lives. And discovering new, wonderful and dangerous things in Gravity Falls; things he wants to share with his two boys when they’re old enough. And maybe they’ll share that love of adventure like he and Stan did long ago, before everything changed. 

Ford would sing the boys a song his mother sang to him and Stan when they were little. An old Jewish lullaby from what he remembers. He found it funny she taught him the song ‘just in case you wanted to sing it someday’ but he sees what she meant now. It made him feel closer to her somehow. Tate yawned and fell asleep and so did Shiloh in Ford’s arms. 

Ford would gently place the boys back in their respective cribs. 

“Goodnight, Tate. Goodnight, Shiloh.” Ford placed a gentle kiss upon their foreheads and faced the doorway where Lucina and Fiddleford had been watching him the whole time. He smiled at the two. “I thought you two were in bed.”

“We were waitin’ fer you. Couldn’t help but ta watch and listen; it's a very pretty song.”

“Thank you. It always helped me sleep when I was little. I’m actually sleepy from having sung it.”

Lucina and Fiddleford took Ford’s hand in each of theirs and led him to bed with them. 

“I thought it was lovely, too,” added Lucina. 

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Series: Gravity Falls

Characters: Stanford Pines, Lucina Evergreen (my oc), Fiddleford McGucket.

Word Count: 1,095

Summary: Stanford Pines and Lucina Evergreen spend the afternoon studying, finding that they share much in common than they thought. 

A/N: This will possibly be my only entry for @forduary this year, going with week four’s theme, Love. This fanfiction is set in a different au (I call Lost and Gained) where Ford finds love while attending Backupsmore. And a nod to a fic I wrote last year using my oc, Lucina Evergreen. All my Gravity Falls oc’s exist in the au as well such as Shauna and Shannon Pines, but have a different mother. And that in this au, Shifty wasn’t found by Ford, but he hatched earlier and was raised by Multi-Bear and becomes like a protector/guardian of the forest. Hope you all enjoy the read!

Backupsmore University, 1973….

Ford was studying some academic reading material in the dorm room he shares with one of the only few friends he made, Fiddleford McGucket, but he was out at the moment to run an errand. Out of the norm, Ford was not alone. Taking notes with writing in her moleskine notebook, Lucina Evergreen, a young woman --  the same age as Ford -- of Native American (Klamath) descent, moves aside her long, feathered black bangs out of her heterochromic eyes (right eye brown, while the left was blue) to see the paper clearly and try not to strain her sight. It wasn’t working that well when she averts her eyes to face the rain pouring from outside the window.

For the most part, Lucina would perch herself up the tall oak tree outside in the courtyard and study to herself, but she didn’t want to stay out in the rain and possibly get pneumonia. It wasn’t worth it. Lucina, however, was happy to study with Ford and get to know him more since their first meeting at the roller disco, Fiddleford and his girlfriend, Annabelle Emma-May Dixon, setted up for them. It was a nice exchange, even if it got embarrassing when the two were struggling to steady themselves while trying to roller skate. They laughed it off later and promised to stay in touch. It’s been awhile since then. Today, they chose to do a study date.

Lucina could see how engrossed in the material Ford had his eyes on for over an hour, peering over his shoulder to read about astronomy. Lucina smiled to that as the stars were one of her favorite subjects to talk about; next to discussing on the topic of magical creatures and cryptids of course.   

Ford takes a glance to his side, not having noticed Lucina looking over his shoulder, “Oh! Sorry, I didn’t see you looking, Lucy.”

“Oh don’t mind me, what you’re reading just caught my eye,” said Lucina, pointing at the illustrated page with stars.

“You have an interest in astronomy?” smiled Ford, happy to talk to someone about one of many of his interest.  

“That I do.” Lucina settled her notebook aside to provide Ford her full attention, “Where I came from in a small town surrounded by woods, we don’t have a whole lot of light pollution that blocks away many of the stars in the night sky. It was perfect! I used my telescope to watch them for hours. I even saw shooting stars and different planets when the conditions were right.” Despite it raining and clouds block out the sky, Lucina still looked towards the window. “I’d look at the stars, wondering if there’s anything beyond them and why they’re so far out of reach. My mother and father would tell me that stars can guide you home on the darkest nights among other stories of the past. I do believe there is, indeed, something more beyond those stars and planets where it’s teaming full of other lifeforms.” Now that she said it aloud, Lucina expected Ford to not wholly believe in that sort of thing, but to her surprise by the way he grinned ear to ear, he felt the same way.

Ford cupped her hands without thinking into his own, expressing, “I have many, many theories of what could be out there and more! Would you like to hear about them?” Lucina blushed, glancing to her hands that were feeling the warmth from Fords. Ford lets go, feeling embarrassed he was so forward. He rubbed his head, apologizing for touching her hands without permission, “Sorry… I got excited. Not too many people I bond over when it comes to topics like this.”  

Lucina gave an understanding smile, relating to Ford in a sense, “I feel the same when it comes to my own interests I can talk for hours about.” She took his hands into hers, affirming with great interest, “I’d love to hear your theories about our strange, crazy universe we live in and beyond.”

Throughout the afternoon, Ford and Lucina discussed for hours on physics, space and the unknown, the two bonding further on the fundamentals of how such mysterious, wonderful things could come to being in their world. It felt as though fate itself brought the two kindred souls together, but neither were entirely sure if it was the case. Ford finally found another person of whom he can share his interests and not be mocked or viciously teased for it. And Lucina found she doesn’t feel alone to her own interests when she was with Ford.    

Later that night when the clouds faded away to reveal the starry, moonlit night, Lucina and Ford drove to a clearing some miles away from campus to watch the stars with little to no disturbance. The ambient sounds of the night were enough. Lucina propped up her newer telescope she got on her birthday, positioning it accordingly while Ford silently remarks the fine looking instrument that has broadened perspectives an expanded minds.

Ford and Lucina spent the night looking for constellations that they can identify, and reminding each other of what one of them was called. The two enjoying one another’s company all the while. Is it beginning to feel like love is blossoming where it couldn’t before? Both believe it may be so. Never had Ford ever bonded with a woman on a deeper level such as Lucina, who was appearing even more beautiful in the pale moonlight in his eyes while they lie next to each other on the grass basking in the starry sky above. Ford saw the opportunity to become even closer to her and took it.

“I wouldn’t mind going on more dates like these.”

Lucina gladly takes his offer, “I’d like that a lot, actually.” Ford had many qualities about him she admired. Something told her that Ford will lead her to a much interesting future ahead of her and him.

Later….

Ford returns to his dorm, being greeted by Fiddleford who was grinning ear to ear, knowing he’d been out with Lucina.

Ford yawned and greets, aiming to actually get some sleep, “Oh, hello, Fiddleford.”

“So?”

“So, what?”

“Ya taken a shine to my girlfriend’s roommate, I see. You seem happier since I’ve known you,” remarked Fiddleford with a smile. “Think she’s a keeper?”

Ford smiled back to Fiddleford, his time with Lucina having left a great impression on him. Ford wants to believe so, “I think so. She has a brilliant mind and I can’t wait for another date soon.”

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College Connection

Characters: Stanford Pines, Fiddleford McGucket, Annabelle (my Mrs McGucket oc), and Lucina Evergreen (my oc). 

Summary: Ford gets a break from his study time to unwind, thanks to his friends insistence he should. However, Ford was unaware of what his friend has in store for him as he’s introduced to someone named Lucina Evergreen who may change his life forever. 

A/N: Hey there, guys! Writing this late at night to contribute for @forduary in this week’s theme: College. Also, I wanted to take this chance to introduce two of my own characters, Lucina Evergreen and Annabelle McGucket (my own interpretation of her), for an au I have in mind where Ford finds someone to love. Don’t know what to call the au yet, though. Hope you all enjoy!

In Ford and Fiddleford’s dorm, 1972….

Stanford was at his table, stacked with a large variety of textbooks he needed to study for upcoming exams, wanting to have high grades on all of them to get through Backupsmore University as quick as possible and earn those PHD’s. Of course, he studies as if he was running out of time with the all-nighters he’s pulled so far into his first year. He was leaning back in his chair, something menial to do to help him focus, not being aware of anything else happening in his surroundings.

He was well into one of his books with a pen in his mouth when his roommate and best friend, Fiddleford McGucket, comes inside the room, looking rather happy about something.

“Hey Stanford, I’ve got somethin’ ta tell--”

The sudden opening of the door made Ford lean back further on his chair, making him fall with a thud, but thankfully, he wasn’t harmed, though rather annoyed. Ford gets up and repositions the chair he was sitting in, grumbling from having been disturbed in his study time.

“Is it important, Fiddleford?” Ford asked with a slightly raised brow while placing his book on the table. He was curious nonetheless what his friend was so cheery about.

Fiddleford smirks a tad, excited to tell him for what he has in store for his friend, “~Weeeeellll…~ Mah girlfriend, Annabelle, has a roommate she wants ta introduce ya to. I’ve met her and boy will you two have loads to talk ‘bout!”

Ford was unimpressed and inquired, “Really? You want me to go out on a double date with you? With a woman I haven’t met myself yet?”

Fiddleford sighed, bringing up, “Ford take a break from studin’ fer at least one night. The exam isn’t for awhile and ah just think, as yer friend, ya need ta unwind. If this here night doesn’t go well fer ya and her, then ah promise ah won’t try ta set ya up again. Deal?” He extends his hand for a handshake. To humor his friend, Ford returns the gesture, knowing Fiddleford means well in what he’s doing.

However, Ford questioned if a girl could ever accept him fully -- flaws and all. Ford hadn’t pursued a relationship since high school and it was a trainwreck for him, nor has he since coming to college. He thought back to how Stanley tried more than once to help him get a date, but end up failing one way or another. Why would this time be any different, he wondered. Ford took a deep breath, just this once, he’ll give the benefit of a doubt.

“Can I know some about her to get an idea how she’s like, at least? And where we’re going too?” Ford asked, leaning against his bed to give Fiddleford his undivided attention.

Fiddleford nodded with a bright smile, elaborating, “Glad ya asked! Her name is Lucina Evergreen and she’s ‘bout yer age. She studies in philosophy and cryptozoology. She’s polite, if a bit shy with people, like someone I know. Can mostly be found studyin’ outside in that big ol’ tree near the wooded area with a book in hand. Plus, she has complete Heterochromia Iridium: her right eye blue while her left eye is brown. The rest ya gotta know yerself,” Fiddleford grins a tad when he finished.

Ford’s eyes widened slightly from the intriguing details he’s hearing. Perhaps meeting Lucina herself would yield a promising relationship once he gets to know her more. Her fields of study were an interesting choice; someone who ponders about the world and shares their thoughts and feelings about life itself, with the addition she is interested in the paranormal. At the mention she has a physical anomaly does give him confidence that Lucina would know what it’s like to be different compared to everyone else; a smile forming on his face at the thought. At the same, he was nervous and anxious about meeting her, hoping he somehow doesn’t screw up that would make her turn away from him, like all the other times before.  

“Also, we’re goin’ to the roller disco place close to the college.”

“What?”

At the roller disco place...

That night, the whole building was alive with music and college students having a grand time, well almost everyone as it wasn’t Ford’s preferred destination to be. Ford didn’t plan on roller skating, but knowing Fiddleford, he would coax him into it. The music playing was a good selection that even Ford finds himself nodding his head.

Further into the building where the tables and chairs were near the snack bar, Fiddleford guides Ford to one table where two women their age, Annabelle and Lucina, were conversing. Annabelle had a head full of long curly, chestnut brown hair wearing a flower crown Fiddleford made for her earlier.

Annabelle wore a dark purple jumpsuit with a pair of boots of a lighter shade and pink-rimmed glasses; her caucasian skin dotted with freckles on her face and the brightest smile to light up a room in the void, so it seemed; possibly how Fiddleford fell in love with her not too long after meeting her.

However, Lucina was clearly different, she seemed more reserved by her posture. Her smile was pleasant and shy upon her seeing Ford for the very first time. Lucina wore a short brown sweater vest over her yellow long sleeve top, wearing blue bell bottom pants and black boots. Lucina’s physical features included her medium toned skin with light freckles under her eyes -- those eyes one would see on a husky dog where her right eye is blue, while her left is brown -- and her long raven black hair in a feathered fashion. For once, Ford was excited to know her more. Lucina being the same when she sees him and his unique hands with the extra digit.

“Oh there ya’ll are!” Annabelle chirped, getting up to greet her boyfriend with a big smooch on his cheek, “I was just tellin’ Lucina ‘bout yer friend. I swear by my mother’s name they’re good things.” Annabelle peaked over Fiddleford’s shoulder to see a sheepish Ford with a nervous smile. Fiddleford and Annabelle exchange knowing looks, putting their plan into motion. Fiddleford grabs Ford’s hand, guiding him over to have a seat next to Lucina, the poor man and woman not knowing what’s going on.

“How ‘bout you two chat while Annabelle and myself go groove it on the floor,” Fiddleford gently takes his girlfriend’s hand, the two heading over to the counter to go get roller skates and getting to dancing like pros.

Ford and Lucina didn’t know what to say to the other first, the two already learning each other’s names before having the chance to make proper introductions.

“Thanks a lot for putting me on the spot”, the two thought in unison regarding their respective roommates.

Ford tapping on the table for a moment to think before he spoke with a small smile, “So Lucina, I… um… what got you interested in your fields of study?”

Lucina brightens up a bit and shares with him, although a bit shy to say in case he may find it too weird to his liking, though finding the courage to bring up in her soft spoken voice, “Well… I’ve always been curious by all that’s around me and what wonderful, yet dangerous things may lurk in the land, sea, sky and beyond what we can see,” she chuckles a bit in thought before continuing, surprising herself she’s holding a conversation, “Comes from being born and raised in a sleepy town in the deep woods of Oregon.”

Ford found himself in awe of what the woman’s sharing with him, beginning to grow more and more comfortable with talking to her about their shared interests. Thinking about his own “anomaly” he asked her, “Lucina, do you sometimes feel insecure about your eyes? I think they’re gorgeous personally--” Ford blushed, the thought being blurted out of his mind.

Lucina blushed back, hiding away her eyes behind her bangs out of habit, but then smiles pleasantly from processing what he said, slowly revealing her eyes once more as if they were curtains.

“Th...Thank you, Stanford. I do feel insecure about my eyes sometimes. Some people don’t like to look at me for too long, thinking my eyes stare into their soul and judge them or something. But in the woods where I live, I don’t feel the need to hide them away. Where I feel at peace and free. Basically my life story, just about. Sorry that I droned on, I haven’t even gotten to ask you about anything to know you yet,” she nervously laughs, glancing away.

“Don’t worry about it, Lucina, I’m patient. Ask away,” Ford said. Neither of them could believe they’re bonding, but they are as they continue to talk more about one another, completely toning out the sound around them as if they weren’t at a roller disco anymore.

Fiddleford and Annabelle looking on with bright smiles on their faces, glad to have found that their plan worked without a hitch.

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Seeking Help (Drabble)

Words: 764

Characters: Stanford Pines, The Shape Shifter (Shifty), Shelby Pines (my oc), Fiddleford McGucket (mentioned), Bill Cipher (mentioned), Lucina Evergreen (my oc, mentioned), Ma Pines (mentioned), Shermy Pines (mentioned), Stanley Pines (mentioned), Carla McCorkle (mentioned). 

Summary: Paranoia begins to set in as Stanford went through the most devastating event of his life. Now, Stanford must figure out what he has to keep the family safe. He can’t do it without help. 

A/N: Hey there, guys! Another short drabble fic written by me for @forduary for this third week’s theme: Paranoia. My characters such as Shelby and Lucina are part of a bigger story I have in the works for a fic series involving them and more. Hope you all enjoy!

Weeks after the portal incident….

How could you let her be the guinea pig for the test?! Now that she’s gone because of your greatest mistake, Fiddleford -- your assistant and best friend -- abandoned you because you failed to accept his reasoning suggestions! It’s all your fault, Stanford Filbrick Pines! It’s all your fault your wife is lost on the other side of the damned portal! She could be dead! Lucina Evergreen-Pines -- the mother of your sons and your second/beloved assistant -- could be dead because of you! There is no light now for you…. It’s gone; just like her, you ignoramus, blind, prideful fool. All because you were conned by a demonic triangle that pretended to be your greatest friend with all the knowledge he shared. It was all too good to be true, and you fell for it in your naivety. It could have been prevented if you’d just listen to Fiddleford’s chided warnings -- and the ones you should have caught beforehand. All is lost.

Ford ran those internal lectures over and over again in his mind against himself, not being in the best mental state at all as he does his best to stay awake, doing just about anything he could to be busy. Bill could take over his mind the moment he dozes off. The very last thing he wanted was Bill possibly harming his two young six and five-year old sons, Shelby and Shifty, with his twisted antics. He had to protect them from himself. Unfortunately, there were no other family members in town to turn to to look after them while he tries to find a solution.

As Ford scribbles down in his third journal with invisible ink at his inventing table, a little boy, with short black hair, medium toned skin, his mother’s complete heterochromia iridium as his left eye was blue while his right eye was brown, and hands likes his father’s, peeked around the corner with his adoptive brother, Shifty, right beside him in great concern for their father. Ever since Lucina was lost, things weren’t the same; especially the house where everything is dark and depressing, except for the small lights from the lamps. All of them being distressed, paranoid and wary of what may happen. But through it all, Ford does his best to care for his sons on his own, though he has been finding it difficult in the state he’s in; his children deserved better, he felt.

Ford’s hands shaking, eye hurting from the bleeding, as well as the bruises on his arms aching, and jumpy when his sons look at him with worrying eyes as one of them asked him.

“What are we gonna do, Daddy? Is the bad triangle man gonna come back?” Shelby spoke sheepishly.

Ford does his best to show a small smile to reassure his sons, “No… no I’m doing my best to make sure he doesn’t come back. You two know where to hide when he does?”

Shifty nodded, hinting a smile, “Yep! It’s a secret place but we can’t tell you. In case he finds out....”

“Good, good.” Ford can’t ask his mother to take them in, nor his older brother Shermy, he hadn’t told them the whole situation. However, his mother can tell him where his twin brother, Stanley, along with his wife and two kids, are currently residing; he hadn’t been keeping up where they are since losing Lucina. They were his only hope now for what he has to do. Ford pats both his sons’ heads, telling them, “Now you two head to your room, I need to contact your uncle, aunt and cousins to come over and help us.” With nods of confirmation, Shelby and Shifty head up to their shared attic room to rest and hide. Ford and Lucina taught them well in sneaking and hiding. He was also thankful him and his brother were keeping in touch since graduating college -- Carla and Lucina having been the ones to help them talk and make amends back then.

Ford goes and gets a blank Gravity Falls postcard from the drawer, then writing on it to send to New Mexico and the message being: “Please come help!!!” With that, he goes to the mailbox outside the cold snowing night, placing the postcard inside the slot and closing the little door to it. While shivering on the way back inside the warm home and getting himself out the cold, he could feel himself slipping into sleep. No matter how hard Ford was fighting to stay awake, unfortunately, he had to close his eyes and sleep.  

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Six Fingers in Time

Hey there all! Another entry for @forduary in going with the theme of Week 3: Hands/AU where it takes place in the Lost and Gained AU, depicting times in Ford’s life involving more positive moments. Hope you all enjoy this ficlet!

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“Aw, Filbrick! Shermie! Come look!” Caryn Pines held up newborn Ford’s six-fingered hands to show her husband who held newborn Stan in his arms. “He’s got the six fingers like my father has!” Filbrick grunted, less enthused as his wife and the mention of her protective father brought back memories of how he didn’t like the old man of Caryn’s. But young Shermie was ecstatic.

“That is so neat!”

“He’s going to be made fun of,” bluntly imputed Filbrick.

“Well it didn’t stop my dad from living his life, and it won’t stop Stanford’s. He’s perfect as he is.” Little Ford giggled.

“You can shove off, Crampelter!” shouted young Stan at the older boy and his other two boys as they walked away laughing. Stan snorted and looked back at his twin brother who had tears forming in his eyes and his hands behind his back. “Hey, it’s gonna be okay, Sixer. No one makes fun of your hands on my watch.” Stan gave his brother a tight hug. 

Ford really hoped this would stop at some point when no one cares how many fingers he has on his hands and be treated as normal. 

“Hey, fellas!” greeted a young Andy as she and her penpal Lucina Evergreen approached the twin boys at the beach. Stan and Ford stopped what they were doing on their wrecked boat and faced their friend, and a new girl to them, walking up to them.

“Hey, Andy!” Stan waved.

“Greetings!”

“Who's the new girl?” Stan asked. “Don’t think we’ve seen her around here or in school.”

“You remember me mentioning a penpal, right?” Ford and Stan nodded. The girl with the lengthy black hair shyly shuffled her feet, her bangs concealing one of her eyes, but keeping her left brown eye exposed while holding her hair. Andy smiled at Lucina. “These are my friends.”

“I’m Stanley Pines! But call me Stan.”

“And I am Stanford Pines, but you can call me Ford.” Ford extended his hand to shake hers. Lucina gasped upon seeing Ford’s six fingered hand in immediate amazement at seeing something unique she hadn’t before. Lucina shaked his hand with hers. 

“Wow… six fingers. That’s… really neat!” Ford blinked. He was taken by surprise upon the new girl’s reaction to his hands. It was much better than what happened with Cathy Crenshaw. He was almost at a loss for words until Lucina moved her bangs away to reveal her right eye being a light blue. Complete heterochromia. 

“Complete heterochromia. That’s so cool!” exclaimed Ford. He then realized he still held onto her hand and let hers go, not wanting things to get awkward. “Oop. Sorry. It’s just nice to know there’s someone else who is different like me.” Lucina blushed from the compliment, happy he didn’t find her too weird.

“No, you’re okay. It’s nice to see someone who’s different like me, too.”

Ford held hands with Lucina along the beach at noon before they headed to the prom with Stan and Andy that will take place later tonight. It was their last day together before Lucina had to take the plane home to Gravity Falls in the morning. Ford wouldn’t see her again for a while and wanted one more night with her. Ford couldn’t believe this was all real. That he found someone he had a real connection with ever since they met as younger kids. It seemed so long ago. 

“Lucy.” 

“Hm?”

Ford and Lucina stopped at the edge of the shore where they couldn’t get their feet wet. They stood next to the swing set where they used to play as children. Ford put thought into the words he wanted to express to Lucina. Emotions swelled between the two teens. 

“There’s something I’ve wanted to tell you for a while.”

Ford and Lucina took a seat on the only two swings. 

“Ever since you came here these past summers, you made me feel I’m not alone.” Ford faced Lucina with a genuine smile. “When you looked at my hands, you weren’t put off or creeped out at the sight of them. A girl screamed at me when she saw them, and it made me feel awful. But I thought about you and seeing your eyes, it made a world of difference in my confidence.”

Lucina had her long black hair brushed back, her eyes being seen. She had to take a deep breath to respond to him.

“You did the same for me. People thought my eyes were weird and I couldn’t stand the staring. But when you look at me like you are now, you… make me feel less alone.” Lucina reached for Ford’s hand. Ford almost pulled away out of habit, but he let her hold his hand. She pulled him in for a hug that made him stiffen, but Ford eased almost immediately and wrapped his arms around her as she did the same.

The pair parted as the time was near until prom, for now, and they had a feeling it’ll be a good time with one another. 

“Sweet sarsaparilla!” gasped Fiddleford upon seeing Ford’s hands. “Is that polydactyl?”

“Um, why yes!” Ford stammered, fighting the urge to hide his hands behind his back. He found himself doing it again since arriving at Backupsmore, but when he’s around Lucina, he doesn’t feel afraid. But with this young man who seemed intrigued by his hands, he had to give him a chance. “I’m Stanford Pines!” He extended his hand for a shake. Fiddleford shaked hands with him back in eagerness. 

“Nice ta meet ya, Stanferd. I’m Fiddleford McGucket. Seems like you and I are roommates, I reckon.”

“You reckon right, Fiddleford. I’m glad you aren’t put off by my hands like other people have pointed out.”

“Don’t see why, friend. Can’t always help what yer born with. I’m not one ta judge and ya seem like a swell fella.” Ford chuckled.

“I’m glad you think so.”

“Now allow me ta show ya around the room.” Ford followed Fiddleford inside the dorm where his college life began. 

Ford watched as all four of his children Tate, Shiloh, Shauna and Shannon interacted with one another in the living room. They each shared six fingers, save for Shannon who has six toes on each foot, and it brought back those memories of when they were born. When Tate and Shiloh came into the world with six fingers on their left and right hand respectively, Ford vowed to teach his boys to never be ashamed of the features they have as he felt before as a child. For Shauna and Shannon, they were born in a world within the multiverse; they never had that issue as Ford did in his childhood as it was treated normal in the eyes of many strange-looking people and creatures. Seeing them happy with themselves and their polydactyly inherited from him made Ford content. A wish that was granted later than expected, but Ford wouldn’t have it any other way.

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Who Are You?

A/N: I was stumped with what to do for the prompt Identity until I suddenly found the inspiration to write this fic that depicts an au of mine called Lost and Gained. Which includes ocs of mine such those from OBWHF and new ones for the Pines family such as Andrea Pereira, wife of Stan and mother of James, Jessie and additional kid Leroy. Lucina Evergreen, wife of Ford and Fiddleford and mother of Tate and Shiloh and later Shauna and Shannon. But enjoy what I wrote here for @stanuary 

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“Who are you?” A young boy Stan asked his reflection in the bathroom mirror, flashing a bright grin on his face after finishing brushing his teeth. “I’m Stanley Pines! King of New Jersey! This guy is gonna go sailing one day with his brother!” He pointed at himself with bright confidence and pride. “And Andy if she wants to…” Stan muttered under his breath with his cheeks blushing.

“Stanley, are you done in there?” asked Ford after knocking on the closed door. 

“Coming out!”

A teenage Stan saw himself in the bathroom mirror while grooming his hair and fixing up his pink suit in preparation for prom he’ll attend with his brother, and their respective dates. Stan smugly grinned at his image. “Who are you? Stan freaking Pines! This guy’s gonna take his best gal to the prom. And then we’re going to see a show after. Hell yeah. Tch. Tch.” Stan finger gunned back at his reflection before the sound of knocking was heard on the other side of the door. “Alright, alright. Yeesh.”

“Who are you?” Stan nervously asked his reflection inside the bathroom mirror at home. “Stan Pines… who's going to be a dad, while still in high school. You really did it now, Stan.” He smiled a little after taking time to compose himself. “At least Andy still loves you, you still love her, and her parents and brother don’t hate you after we told them. I’m gonna take responsibility. But I can’t tell my family… they’ll be less than thrilled. Except Sixer, I can trust him with anything.” Stan took a deep breath and left the bathroom.

Stan rubbed his tired, puffy red eyes in front of the Pereira family’s bathroom mirror to clean himself up. “Who are you?” Stan paused and choked up tears. “The knucklehead who ruined his brother’s science fair project, costing him that chance to get into the stupid college he wanted to be in, and got kicked out by Pops because of it.” He sniffled and wiped his runny nose. “Fuck… I can’t do anything right.”

“It’s going to be okay, Stan…” Andy said on the other side of the door. “I – we’re here for you.”

“I – thank you, lass.”

“Who are you?” Stan adjusted the striped tie of his cleaned shirt in front of the bathroom mirror of his, his wife and children’s apartment they’re renting in Florida. “Stan Pines. A husband, father of three gremlins, comic book writer and artist. Not too bad, I admit. Can do better. One day. Andy got her marine biology degree, and she’s hoping to find a job. Knowing Florida, it’ll be easy as pumpkin pie!”

“Dad! Dad! Dad!” cried out the three kids James, Jessie and Leroy approaching the bathroom door. 

“You got a postcard!”

“Alright, I’ll come read it. Be right out.”

“Who are you?” Stan asked his reflection in the bathroom mirror of his brother Ford’s home. Behind Stan, his wife Andrea or Andy as most called her, stood behind him to treat the burn mark on the back of his right shoulder he sustained from physically fighting his brother before he ended up through the portal. The burn stung his back something fierce when Andy began to apply the ointment against his skin.

“You’re the guy who’s going to get his brother back.” Andy answered for Stan, doing her best to keep her emotions under control. “I still can’t believe what happened. His wife disappeared. His husband up and left. His sons were left in another person’s care… we have to do something.”

“We will. I think we can handle two more kids under our care. Tate and Shiloh need their family right now more than anything.” Stan gently touched his wife’s hand behind him. “And I know I’ll need your help.” Andy gingerly kissed his cheek. 

“With you every step of the way, Stan.”

“Who are you?” Stan asked his image in the mirror of his and Andy’s bedroom now that they’ve taken ownership of the house that once belonged to Ford. “Stan Pines, owner of the Mystery Shack! People around here sure love a good tourist trap, let me tell you handsome devil. And with Andy working as a Lake Ranger at the lake, perfect for discounts for fishing supplies. The kids seem to love this town. Tate and Shiloh need time… but I’ll do my best as their uncle to get them through this. At least their other dad Fiddleford will be around once he’s mentally well enough to be involved with his kids again.” Stan pinched the bridge of his nose. “It’s been a long year since then. I hope I can make this all work. I hope I can get my brother back as soon as possible. Ugh, enough of me rambling.” Stan put on the fez hat as the final part of his outfit and left the room. 

“Who are you?” Stan wiped away his happy tears in asking his reflection in his bedroom mirror. “Grandpa Stan Pines, that’s who! My first granddaughter was born today! Her name is Tanya and she is the cutest! I have a feeling me and Andy will be anticipating more grandkids running around here when they start actually running, so I'm gonna look forward to planning more space around here. If they’ll be anything like their parents, this is gonna be chaotic.” Stan let out a content sigh and headed downstairs. 

“Who are you?” Stan demanded his reflection in the mirror. “Stanley Pines. The brother Stanford should be thanking me and Andy for getting not only him out of that stupid portal, but his wife, and apparently their twin teenage daughters they had while in there.” He was angry after his heated argument with his twin brother. At least their respective wives interfered and stopped the two brothers from physically fighting each other before it got worse. “I thought… I thought things would be fixed, but I don’t know if it can be.” Stan looked at himself with determination. “I guess I can try talking. Oof. I’m not looking forward to that.”

Stan let out a big breath. “Who are you? Me? Guess who became a Grunkle in the past couple of years? This guy!” Stan jovially thumbed at himself. “Which makes Andy a Grandy. Ha! Tate and his wife had their son Isaac. Shiloh and his wife had their daughter Hazel. Finally, Shermie got his grandkids Mason and Mabel born a couple days ago. Ford and I wouldn't willingly give the twins up to Shermie. God, I miss those twins already.” Andy laughed in the background. 

“It was a wonderful time. And that has a nice ring to it. Grandy….”

Stan approached the mirror of his and Andy’s bedroom. He had one question that came to mind, remembering the one thing he would always ask and have an answer. “Who are you? Me? Um… I’m Stanley, I think. Stanley Pines. Yeah, that sounds about right from what everyone keeps telling me. It’s coming back to me.” Stan rubbed at his head, memories of his past, his whole life he spent with his family, and the last moments before it was almost all wiped out of his mind were slowly but surely coming back thanks to his family’s diligent efforts to bring him back.

“Who are you?” Stan would ask his reflection in the mirror onboard the Stan O’ War. Ford would walk from behind and stand next to him. 

“I think you know the answer.” 

Stan and Ford exchanged smiles at each other before going back on deck to start their adventure out at sea like they’ve always dreamed of doing when they were young.

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