#thewhumpywitch

[ask-my-ocs-please]

Ian, do you regret any of your murders? If so, which one(s)?

Ian looks at you indignantly and automatically opens his mouth to tell you "no of course not!", but instead he pauses.

Haltingly, his gaze softens and he looks weary. "Two. And only two." He looks down at his hands. "Ash and Reigns. They were both inside the lab when I destroyed it. I can only assume they died along with everyone else."

[cepheusgalaxy]

black page and/or Megan wasn't a flower person!

ID: An ask by @aromanticsky that says "Megan wasn't a flower person"? /end ID.

Okay so *clears throat* the black page is a doc I had like many months ago for storing little drabbles for T&O which i didn't know if would be canon or not. I called it a black page bc i had just figured out how to change page colors (props to you btw emmett XD) so it had black pages

There are a few scenes here and there about: Ola (named Megan back then), Tot and Leo discussing who was gonna wear some dress for an undercover mission (?); me trying to figure out how Tot and Ola would have met (at an ice cream shop; didn't go very well); a sequence of expository flashbacks on Ola's part to explain the anima and the animus (a counterpart to the anima which i ended up ripping out) and a single drabble in English ab Ola losing his magic.

— Totsuka, I… - he mumbled - I don’t feel like myself. Totsuka hugged him tight. He was numb, and it seemed like he just melted on her. His words were inespressive. -It’s gona be okay. Everything is gonna be okay. Just… - she hesited - just trust me, okay? For a moment, she tought the boy hadn't listened, but then she heared, clearly, and in a terrifyingly neutral voice. — Okay. Then he hugged her back. Everything is gonna be okay. It was a lie. It wasn’t gonna be okay.

(i actually ended up posting this one)

"Megan wasn't a flower person" is a separated drabble that theoretically takes place when they are being held captive by Donatello + Noa? Noa's character was named *checks notes* An, which is funny, because now I have another oc named Ann, and she called Ola "lily". She was more of a caretaker in this one i think:

“Lily,” she called him at some point. “Hold these.” She handed him some especially good-looking yellow little flowers and went on her way to pick more. In some minutes, Megan was holding a huge bouquet of lavenders, lily-of-the-valleys, yellow flowers, tulipes, red roses, daisys, and many more he couldn’t bother to name. “Aren’t these pretty?” His Lady asked him. Megan didn’t really think so. They were just flowers. He really couln’t feel any special happiness for holding them. Or maybe it was just because the silver chains on his ankles ruined his mood.

She looked at him, very happy. ”I thought on this because of you, of course! Your Headhandler was very expressive of how displeased you looked during the sessions, when I asked him if things were going well. He said those moody days weren’t really bothering him because it didn’t affect the results, but I thought putting some flowers in that room might brighted your day more.” Megan fought the urge to stop a moment to process her words. I thought putting some flowers in that room might brighten your day more. This was really really nice of her, and also really really sad, both because he did not like flowers that much and even if he did, it wouldn’t really fix anything. He was a little miserable. So he shut up, thanked and smelled the flowers, pretending to find any comfort there. It didn’t actually help.

I don't think Noa's character is gonna be like this anymore but it's pretty neat. I might revisit this at some point.

[ask-my-ocs-please]

Ian, if you could choose another of JJ's characters to be your dad, who would you choose? (breaking the fourth wall here sorry lol)

"That's an interesting question..." Ian paused and reached up to tug at his beard as he thought. "Well... My first choice, knowing what I know, I'd say Reigns. He's already my father figure outside my actual dad. He's a really chill guy really and he and I really get along with him for the most part."

He lets his hand fall "If I were breaking the forth wall with knowledge I shouldn't know. I'd say either Rupert or Marley." He smiles. "Rupert would be more of a mentor figure and would actually help me come into my power, and how to hone in my emotions. At least that's what I think."

"Marley I feel like would be a fun father figure. I feel like they'd teach me a lot. And they definitely wouldn't be as critical of me as my other choices."

[ask-my-ocs-please]

i am sticking Ian in a cramped box and slowly filling it with water...for science

As Ian wakes up he has no idea where he is. He tries to move but finds it much too cramped. Immediately he thinks this must be one of his father's tests and he braces himself for the worst. "Hello?" He calls out but he hears nothing back.

Then he feels water against his butt where it's pressed against the floor of the box.

"Shit..." He cusses to himself and brings his arms up to push on the sides of the box. Though it doesn't get him anywhere.

Frantically he starts lashing out with his shadows, making the already cramped space worse. With no effect however.

Panic begins to set in and he starts hyperventilating as the water makes it up to his shoulders. He is clawing desperately at the box, fingernails scraping and bleeding out into the water. He doesn't call out for help but his mind betrays him and he thinks it.

The water is past his chin now and he has to tilt his head upwards to keep his mouth above the surface. He'd never admit it but he starts crying. His limbs feel heavy and slow. And before long he's plunged underwater with no space for air.

He holds his breath for some time, he can thank his training for that. But just as he starts to pass out, the side of the box is opened, and both water and Ian come spilling out.

Ian heaves for breath. Taking huge gulps of air. Before startling as a frantic hand is placed on his shoulder and Reigns is pulling his wet head into his lap.

[ask-the-desrosiers]

how would Ian and Terry react to being spanked? 👀 in both a non-sexual and sexual context.

tw: corporal punishment

Catherine hums, peeking up from her book. “Ian? Oh, him. He graduated from the hand to the cane fairly quick, but as he’s grown older, the hand has only become more effective on him. Sometimes when he forgets how his adult size will serve him little in keeping me from bending him over my lap, it does him good to remind him.”

“The trick is keeping up the spanking until he’s gotten past that vicious, ugly anger of his and finally goes nice and limp and weepy. Keep going for about twenty strikes after that. He won’t be able to look you in the eye for the rest of the day. Won’t even raise his voice around you.”

She shrugs. “I never used it on my younger boy. With him, a more impersonal approach works best as punishment. A caning for smaller matters, the box when he goes too far. No touch. Never any touch.”

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Luna blinks up at you from her private sewing room, mid-stitch at the sewing machine. She pauses in her hobby-work and turns off the machine before answering. “Spanking on the receiving end is an instant turn-off for my husband,” she replies. Her lips twist. “Catherine’s spoiled that for him.”

She has to close her eyes and breathe to calm her instinctive bristling over the memory of the woman intruding over what’s hers before she goes back to work. 

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[OOC: Okay, the answer to how Terry reacts to being spanked in both instances has ended up longer than expected, so I’ll be posting them separately from this ask and tag you for both :3]

[ask-my-ocs-please]

Mibiuuuuuuuum i have to know now, what's the kinkiest thing Dayzel's asked to do with you? >:3

"To be honest that's a bit of a difficult question..." Mibium chuckled, cheeks turning slightly pink, "But hey- I'll give it a shot."

He reaches up and strokes his beard in thought. "I think the winner would have to be the time he had me tied up completely with his shadows, complete sensory deprivation too, and he fucked himself on me while stuffing me full with even more of his shadows. All being recorded to make me watch back later with him to fuck me through it all over again."

[ask-the-desrosiers]

Ian, I have a few questions. Do you think you would still be attracted to your brother if you didn't have such a fucked up childhood? If you could go to therapy without ANY risk of being legally incriminated, would you? And, if not, would you go if your children asked you to?

You find Ian on the couch of his living room, a bottle of expensive rum sitting on the table, droplets of the hard liquor clinging to the bottom of his emptied out shot glass. Even with the flush to his cheeks, a red handprint stands out over his cheek.

The only reason why he's letting himself do this at home is because the kids are out for the day with Terry while Luna is, once again, at work.

Meeting his mother always puts Ian in a bad mood. That's what the alcohol is for.

He blinks up at you with cornflower blue eyes, then grins. Whoever slapped him split the corner of his lips in the process.

"I...I have no clue," he admits, then laughs. "Probably! 've got something rotting in me, 'fter all! All ffffucked up. Bad egg. Bad seed. Was never gonna turn out right. M'not that slutty lil substitute with those big starry eyes who wraps you 'round your finger f'you talk t'him for fiiiive proper minutes. Doesn' help how pretty the lil slut is. Practically asking for it."

Your second question has him snorting in derision. "I'm a Desrosiers. We don' need no therapy. M'not a pussy." He snorted, tipping the glass back past his half-swollen lips to let gleaming droplets dribble onto his tongue.

"Not even the lil slut'd go, pretty lil good boy that he is. An' why would I go just because the kids tell me to? They're kids, I'm the adult. I make allll my own decisions." He scowled. "The bitch couldn't stop me. Why would they?"

[ask-my-ocs-please]

Mibium, can I give you a hug? Or like, a warm drink? Something comforting to you? 🥺

Mibium seems to snap out of a dissociative daze and looks down at you, as though just now realizing you were standing next to him. He puts on a warm smile and nods "A warm drink sounds lovely." He doesn't have it in him to tell you the thought of being touched right then makes his skin crawl. You walk with him to his kitchen and begin making a hot chocolate while he sits and watches, occasionally getting up to help you reach something. "Feel free to make one yourself as well." He offers.

Eventually when you finish you hand the warm, chocolatey goodness over to him. He blows on the top a few times before taking a sip. "Thank you," he says finally, "I really needed this."