OCS as OBSCURE ASSOCIATIONS pt. 9 ✨🌱
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ANIMALS: luna moths. snakes. mourning doves.
COLORS: jade green. emerald green. lavender.
MONTH: april.
SONGS: velvet 4 sale— u.s. girls | here comes the rain— trader horne | the moth & the flame— les deux love orchestra.
NUMBER: 9– the hermit tarot card.
PLANTS: angels trumpet. moss. spider lily. lichen. ferns.
SMELLS: petrichor. dust. dirt. old books. blown out candles.
GEMSTONES: labradorite. jade.
TIME OF DAY: late evening.
SEASON: cold spring.
PLACES: bogs. river beds. a dark, empty monastery surrounded by votive candles. a hole in the ground that resembles the grave, but isn’t. a haunted forest (she is doing the haunting). an old library.
FOOD: honey. mushrooms. vegetable soup. onion grass.
DRINKS: spring water. potions. anything coming from a cauldron.
ELEMENT: water.
ASTROLOGICAL SIGN: aquarius.
SEASONINGS: dill. myrtle. lovage. ginger.
SKY: a rippling sunset.
WEATHER: thick dense fog.
MAGICAL POWER(S): posession.
WEAPONS: glaive. gauntlets (you know— BONK).
SOCIAL MEDIA: …..tumblr.
MAKEUP PRODUCT: foundation with the effect of making her look sunken and bloodless. dead girl couture.
CANDY: cherry cordials. ginger candy. lemon drops.
METHOD OF LONG DISTANCE TRAVEL: teleportation.
ART STYLE: neoclassicism.
FEAR: permanent death.
MYTHOLOGICAL CREATURE: banshee.
PIECE OF STATIONARY: a classic— scroll.
THREE EMOJIS: 🐍🌿🕯️
CELESTIAL BODY: pluto.
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I think something a lot of other people can relate to is the way that you get so conditioned to discomfort that you stop registering it.
I remember sitting at the table with my family, eating dinner as a child. I’d try to eat, because of course I was hungry. But sometimes the flavor or texture was so repugnant that it moved into a category of Not Food.
“Two more bites before you can leave the table.”
“I can’t,” I’d say, trying to explain the impossibility.
But because I was a child they heard, “I won’t,” and made me sit at the table. I’d sit in dull agonized silence, bored and hungry for hours until bedtime when they’d give up. I’d hate myself for not eating and my parents for forcing me to sit there. The few forcefeeding moments ended in vomit.
They’d say, “If you don’t eat this you can’t eat a snack later,” and I moved past trying to communicate my discomfort into accepting that I’d just be hungry.
That state of affairs didn’t last, because my parents realized nothing could force me to eat so they catered to my palate, worrying they’d starve me. But the message stuck. If you can’t do anything about a situation, just accept the suffering.
A few years later my mother called me off the playground to ask, “Are you limping?”
I shrugged. My feet had hurt for a long time, but that was just the way things were now. My mom pulled my socks and shoes off and gasped. The soles of my feet were covered in huge painful planters warts.
“Why didn’t you say anything?!” She demanded but I could only shrug at her. I’d learned a long time ago that saying things about my discomfort didn’t matter, so now I had no words. Sometimes things hurt and sometimes they don’t. I simply accepted and did my best.
Now as an adult trying to learn to improve my own conditions can be hard. If I make food that I can’t eat I’ll force myself to sit at the counter still, full of guilt and self loathing, trying to will myself to eat it.
At first I needed my betrothed to gently take it away to present me with something I could eat. Now on my own I can usually admit that it’s not happening before too long and get something else, but I still feel guilty.
Laying in bed at night waiting for my betrothed to finish getting ready I let out a huge sigh of relief when they turned the lights off.
“Why didn’t you turn them off if they bothered you?” they asked the first time it happened.
“I didn’t even know it was bothering me until it was gone.”
Assessing my physical state now to see if I can improve it is something I’m still relearning but I’m relieved to finally have the space and support to do it.
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The Justice League have a problem, one that needs some level of knowledge and expertise of a being from the Infinite Realms to give them a better chance of actually solving this problem.
However.
Every ghost they have summoned, without fail, took one look at Constantine. Squinted (yes, squinted). Then decided to go back to where they came without a word.
This. Would have been useful, nice even. If it was a situation where they needed the summoned being of a cult to head back to where they came without a fight.
But alas, that is not what is happening.
The Justice League, obviously, ask him why the ghosts keep fleeing back to their Realm at the sight of him, but Constantine can't answer because he genuinely has no idea why they keep leaving when getting a proper look at him.
So they keep trying and they do find some success in it. They summoned a boy, most likely older than he physically looks yet it still puts some of them off because of, well.
You know.
A boy with white hair and toxic green eyes. The boy stops short, as if not expecting to be randomly transported to somewhere else, takes a look around the room, then the Justice League. His eyes settle on one person.
Constantine, in particular.
He squints (Why do all of them squint? Nobody knows) and then a sudden looking of realization passes on his face. Different from the looks of vague fear and genuinely want to not involve themselves any further, his face held slight disgust and a heavy amount of disappointment.
Thankfully, he didn't leave immediately after that.
Constantine asks what's with the look on the ghost boy's face, the ghost boy in question squints even further. Stares at Constantine for a moment or two, buries his face in his hands and brings his knees to his hand and groans out.
"He could've done so much better."
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