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I'm donating a lot of my hair to a charity to make wigs for children. The money raised will enable them to actually make the wigs and fund research for kinder cures. I won't be shaving but it's still a significant chop since its about 40cm of hair.

Alright, so I finally got around to getting black card and making a little art to go along with the buried alive febuwhump post I wrote. I was pretty proud o the poem I wrote so I figured I’d make a thing.

May the giving Earth that made me take me away,

and from the Earth, may I become an apple,

to dance with the wind and sway,

under the smiling dreams moon, for all the heavens to see.

May my fruits feed the hungry, my branches protect the nests that depend on me.

May my trunk be strong, yet the softest bed for the weary traveller to rest their head.

Stay a while… and think of me.

May I drink from the clearest stream of tears, of grief,

to nourish my roots and each and every leaf.

May I bow my head to the almighty sun that raised me, and greet the stars as friends,

the heavens for which I have always reached.

May they reach for me,

Hello everyone! One year ago today, we launched the UA Collab project with the goal of creating a collab video that would feature the works of many different artists, and one that would be a way to celebrate our memories of Unus Annus.

We are proud to announce that we now have a premiere date for that collab video….

The Unus Annus Collab Project will be premiering on our youtube channel on Saturday March 27th, at 7pm est.

For those of you new to hearing about this project, this collab video will feature the works of 365 artists, with a piece of fanart inspired by all 365 videos that were on the Unus Annus channel. The video will also feature music from various creators in the community as well!

A lot of effort has gone into making this project into a reality, and we extend our thanks to the participants of this collab, along with those in the UA community who have supported us and followed this project’s progress along the way. Thank you very much for all you guys have done, as we literally couldn’t have accomplished this without all your support. 

We can’t wait for you guys to see the final result, and we hope to see you at the premiere on the 27th! Signal boosts and spreading the word is greatly appreciated, and keep an eye out for other premiere “invites” from our participants as well! :)

Collab social media accounts:

Youtube- https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCyHSH2Z_Ff14rh7VWk45RiQ

Twitter- https://twitter.com/ua_collab?lang=en Tumblr- https://unus-annus-collab.tumblr.com/ 

Alright, you can all have a Flint. Let me know what you think of him! :) This is set a fair bit further along in the story (like a year). Word Count: little under 2000.

Warnings: Uh not much, contains biting, abduction/ restraints, a kinda intimate whumper for a few moments and a dirty joke. Yeah, I think that’s it. Avizon is trying to be intimidating but it’s a bit difficult with Flint’s dumbassery.

Picrew for Flint here

Avizon tossed and turned in his sleep. He knew something was amiss. He could feel it, enough to wake him. He dressed quickly and went to find his cloudwalkers, to check on them. He needed to know they were safe. Dyan was still fast asleep when he opened the door, but Ihuka was awake, feathers fluffed up and ready to attack… something. Ihuka snarled at him, but stopped as recognition struck.

Avizon put a finger to his lips, telling him to be quiet. He opened the door wider and let him pass “Search,” he whispered. Ihuka disappeared down the corridors, sniffing the air. Avizon turned to Dyan, who was waking. “Be prepared, I fear there is an intruder. Stay here.”

Avizon closed the door and went after Ihuka, hoping that he was wrong, that there was no one here. For one thing, Avizon should have been able to feel their presence, but it wasn’t as clear as usual. It was blurred, far away, hard to aim at.

Whatever it was, he could only hope it wasn’t dangerous. _____

Ihuka had heard the great clattering of something in a room, even if it was far away. He wasn’t sure if they had just fallen by themselves, but when his master came to his room, he knew it wasn’t just him that was worried. His feathers were fluffed to make him look bigger, his teeth were bared. “Search.” Had been his master’s order, and so he did, hurrying after the source of the noise to be sure the castle was safe.

He found a man stuffing a sack full of shiny things, expensive things. That wasn’t allowed! They belonged to his master! Ihuka silently flew up to the ceiling of the ball room, using his height to stay hidden until he was directly above the man. Then he swooped down, just as he would for a hunt. He grabbed the man by the arms and lifted him into the air.

He screamed loudly, and in a higher pitch than Ihuka had expected, making him accidentally drop him. He wasn’t far off the ground, so he fell with a thud. “What the fuck are you?” he cried, eyes wide with fear. He scrambled back and tried to get up to run away but Ihuka pounced again landing on his back, pinning him down. “Get off me!” he yelped. “No, no, no! I don’t have time for this- get off me, you oversized pigeon! Back! Sit! Oh, come on!” Ihuka was struggling to hold him, but his master soon appeared to see what he caught.

“Good bird,” he said with a smirk. “Very good bird.”

Ihuka beamed, but he had to focus on the wriggling man. He was strong, but Ihuka wouldn’t let him go.

Avizon watched him for a moment and remarked, “Are you finished, thief?”

The man stopped struggling, panting, and Ihuka slowly relaxed. A mistake. As soon as he did the man used a gush of energy to throw him off.

No, Ihuka was not going to lose him. With a yap, he jumped on him again and bit him on the back of his shoulder.

“Ow!” he yelped. “Ihuka, back!” Avizon ordered calmly. “I doubt he’ll be able to get far now.”

The man groaned and tried to crawl forward, toward the window. Avizon stepped on his back, pushing him down with one foot. “You’re either a fool, or incredibly brave to dare come here. I haven’t decided which yet,” he murmured. Ihuka watched him and tilted his head, licking the blood off his lips. Human blood wasn’t the best. He much preferred the meat from rabbits and deer, even from the cattle his master gave him

“T.that… is rude,” the man slurred, “C.could have at least bought me a drink first…”

Avizon rolled his eyes, “Oh, you’re one of the brave jokers,” he mumbled. “I’ve made up my mind. You’re a fool. Ihuka, go and get the antidote. I want this one alive.” Ihuka frowned, but did so. When he returned with a bottle which he was sure was it if his letters were right, he found his master had tied the stranger up. His hands were behind his back but tied to that his arms were crossed and kept together, his wrists at the opposite elbow. And his ankles were tied to his thighs. 

Avizon picked him up like he were a hay bale and dropped him onto a chaise. He took the bottle from Ihuka, checked it, and praised him. Praise always made him happy, it made him as giddy as the liquorice root he ate. He knelt and waited for Avizon to force the unconscious man to drink it. Ihuka was glad he’d brought a pipette now. It made things a little easier.

"Well then, now our guest isn’t dying, I fully intend to go back to sleep. Go back to bed, Ihuka, it’s safe now. You did very well, I am proud of you. You’ve earned a reward tomorrow.”

“Thank you, master,” he peeped.

_____

Avizon watched Ihuka leave and then turned his attention back to the thief. He was a pretty thing, he had to admit. With lush red hair and emerald green eyes that had stared so wildly at him. The white line of face paint beneath his eyes seemed to pull even more attention to them. He smirked, he wasn’t used to thieves being so bonnie-faced.

Avizon was able to see, now that he was still, that he had a small part of the top of his left ear missing as if it had been bitten or cut perhaps. That didn’t stop him from wearing an earring in his ear lobe. Perhaps a piercing had been the cause of the injury. He had a scar on his freckle-covered cheek and small shaved lines in his eyebrow.

Speaking of injuries, he would have to treat the wound Ihuka had left. He went to collect some salves and turned the thief onto his side. He rolled his shirt up to apply it. He paused seeing a tattoo, and not just any. This was a magic tattoo, a rune of protection, invisibility. No wonder he’d struggled to locate him. To most magic users he’d have been untraceable, but he was more powerful. Still, this was an ancient rune. He hadn’t seen this for a very long time. “The Northern Mountains… you are a very long way from home, thief,” he mumbled.

The wound was small, and with the salve, it soon stopped the bleeding, acting almost like a seal. It would do. He wanted him alive, but that didn’t mean he particularly cared about him. As long as the venom didn’t kill him that would be enough.

So Avizon used his powers to lift him and carried him downstairs to the old dungeons. They’d been empty for a long time, but it seemed they still had their uses. He put the thief in a cleaner cell, leaving him on the old stale bed and untied his legs before leaving, locking the door behind him. He heard the thief groan, but he paid it no attention. He was going back to bed.

_______

Avizon woke early but he felt rested enough to go downstairs, check on his birds and serve them their breakfast. He ate his own meal and only then did he go to the dungeons.

It seemed he’d timed it well; the thief was only just starting to wake up.

“Ow…” he mumbled, still half asleep. “Shoulders… what…” “Wake up, thief,” he called impatiently. The man yelped in alarm and tried to turn over, succeeding in falling off the bed with a painful thunk. “Ow…”

Avizon couldn’t suppress a smirk. He watched the man turn onto his back and strain to sit up. He paused, seeing him standing there.

“Um… hello?” he gulped. “Don’t suppose you feel like untying me? Not the most comfortable thing in the world.”

“And why should I untie the man who tried to steal from me?” Avizon raised an eyebrow. “Do you even know where you are? Who I am?” The thief stood up with difficulty. “You don’t have wings like those other things so I’ll wager you’re human- and very good at tying knots,” he grunted trying to wiggle out of the bindings.

“Those ‘things’ happen to be cloudwalkers, and they deserve the respect of a human. Then again, you are from the Northern Mountains. Cloudwalkers aren’t native to that land,” he grumbled.

“H.How did you know that?” he gulped. “Your tattoo.” “My… oh. Right. Magic people tend to know about magic things…”

Avizon struggled to hide his smile. It was strange seeing someone so naive near him. He appreciated the change, but this man needed to know who he was dealing with. He needed to fear him as everyone else did. He wasn’t used to talking to anyone any differently.

“An astounding deduction. What’s your name, thief?”

“Ma always taught me not to share my name with people who could kill me, sorry,” he answered warily. “Even if I untied you?” Avizon raised an eyebrow. He thought for a minute. “That's… fair.”

Avizon opened the cell door, watching as the man stuck his chest up, raising his chin.

He grabbed him by the arm and turned him around, pinning him against the wall with a hand on the back of his neck. “Steady on!” he exclaimed, but Avizon ignored him. He kept his focus on the knots, unpicking them and unravelling some of the rope but not all of it. “Well?” Avizon said. “The name’s Flint Stirling, I’d call myself a master thief, but I’d feel a bit stupid considering you’ve caught me… Who are you then?”

Avizon smirked. He grabbed the two ends of the rope and pulled them tight in one hand, while the other reached around, grabbing Flint by the neck and jaw, pulling his head up close to his. Flint froze, but Avizon could practically hear him thinking, planning, scheming.

Avizon leaned in close to his ear, “I believe in the north they call this castle the Palace of Everblood, the place where the rivers flow red…” Avizon felt the man stiffen in his grip, felt him try to get his arms free, and he couldn’t help but get some satisfaction out of it. He felt him gulp in his hand. The bottled up panic.

He leaned in a little closer. “Ah, familiar with the name? I wonder what stories made it so far north.” Flint shuddered in his grip. “I am Avizon the Terrible, killer of Royals, destroyer of Kingdoms. And you had the gall to try to steal from me.” Flint gulped, “How silly of me,” he murmured, his breath hitching. Avizon saw him grit his teeth. “That a knife in your pocket or are you enjoying yourself, Mr Terrible?”

Avizon was unable to hold back a splutter. He had not expected for him to say that. Avizon couldn’t lie, he enjoyed holding him, having that control, but it had been becoming too intimate and now far too awkward. He shoved him away in disgust.

“It was liquorice root, thank you very much,“ he retorted. He couldn’t quite find his words. This one had courage, that was for sure. “This time, I will let you go free. Let it be known, Flint, that no unspeakable amount of money is worth even a drop of life. Don’t waste yours.”

He stepped back and allowed Flint to wiggle out of the rest of the ropes and cautiously walked past him to the door. “Tell me,” Avizon said, unable to resist the question. “What did you plan to steal from me last night?”

Flint hesitated at the doorway. “Anything I could get my hands on… Let’s just say I’m in a lot of… debt.”

Avizon inclined his head. “You might find work in the village.” Avizon hoped he took the hint that he wasn’t welcome to stay here. “Is there nothing I can do for you here? Please, there has to be something. I’m desperate-”

Avizon shook his head. “Go. Out the door, up the stairs and then left. Be grateful you’re leaving with your life.” Flint’s posture deflated. “Yeah… lucky me.”

Avizon frowned, but decided against arguing with him. He let him leave and assumed that would be the last he’d see of him. He sighed to himself. He was getting too soft.

Alright, so you all might know that since April I’ve been working on a story, now a series, that is called Lure. Well, draft 2 is almost done so that means I’ll be looking for Beta Readers in the next week. See, told you I hadn’t stopped working. But I have never done this before so any advice and suggestions on what to use for sharing docs etc would be greatly appreciated. I’m thinking a discord server and google docs. I will say now that this books DOES contain Triggers and Squicks. I put mild details under the cut, as well as a presentation on the story as a whole.

Alright, finally, here we go. Part 4 *Jazz hands* I get it if this series isn’t great but I’m enjoying writing it so I’ll probably keep going.

Part 1 […] Part 3

Total words: 2188

Trigger Warning: Mentionings of NonCon in a character’s backstory and fear of it happening again. It doesn’t go into great detail, but it does still need labelled. Contains whumpee’s having to bathe and being dressed, poor mental health and feelings of poor self-worth, and the pet/slave trope, with a comforting/complex whumper.

Please inform me if anymore warnings need to be added. 

Dyan wished he could just get Ihuka to understand. He wasn’t free anymore. The collar around his neck and the tag in his ear proved it. He was nothing more than a pet now, a creature made to serve. He ought to be grateful he at least had the chance to live wild- to be happy. Dyan had never got that, Dyan never got happiness. He hoped with all his heart that if he was good for Avizon, if he was perfect that maybe… things could be different? Maybe he’d get fed, he’d be allowed to sleep on a bed, and maybe even be trusted around the building, to clean and serve.

Maybe he could be happy. Or at least, as happy as a cloudwalker could be.

Okay here it is. I hope you like it :)

Part 1 Part 2

Total words: 1720 This one is pretty whumpy, but I consider it mild, which does include wing whump (clipping and riding crop beating), there is also a small case of hand whump/fingore, I guess, if that’s a squick for anyone- it’s sorta mild (where a claw gets clipped too short so draws blood).

Walking the next day hurt, with that strange slimy stuff he’d been given or not. Ihuka couldn’t help but limp, struggling to not fall over with his hands in front of him and this time also tied to the collar. He walked from sunup till sundown, and his limp was only getting worse, until the man, Avizon, his ‘owner’, picked him up. 

Okay, so let’s get the ball rolling with a part 1. I’ll try and post at least once a week, but if people want to ask me questions then I’ll happily answer asks on that and I might do a BTHB soon as well.

So this involved human-like creatures being badly neglected, including mentioning some of these creatures have been mutilated (wing and horn removal), the selling of said creatures, and a fairly creepy owner. If there is anything else I should mark this as, please let me know.

This is about 1900 words.

He walked into the square like he owned it, and he could have if he wanted to. Everyone there knew it and they kept out of his path, hiding, bowing, doing what they thought was best to survive. He followed the signs and sounds of cries to the marketplace where the cloudwalkers were kept. The air buzzed with energy and suffering, and the smell was strong and foul. He was ready to take one for his own, but finding one… interesting enough, was the challenge. He had all day to look, and this was not a decision he was willing to rush. He had a feeling he’d know when he saw it.

I doubt this will get much attention but I still love my beans and I want to introduce them, so here goes. I said I was making 2 OCs but do you ever go in the pet shop for one hamster and get two, or go in the shop for one thing and come out with three bags? Well I did that, so we have 3 main OCs now, with a 4th whumper OC who won’t be in it just yet and a 5th character who will make a few appearances later too.

My two whumpees are as follows:

Ihuka (Eye-Oo-Ka)

Dyan (Dee-an)

These two little guys are a made up species that I made called Cloudwalkers. Cloudwalkers are predatory creatures with sharp teeth, massive feathers wings, razor sharp claws, and horns that end up curling around like a rams. In the wild, they eat birds and small mammals, swooping down and snatching them up. They use their horns to fight for mates, flying into each other head first and the first one to drop down loses. So they can quite easily be gathered up by hunters. They were quite common, but they’ve been hunted for a long time, taken for feather farms, for pets, hunters, trophies - all sorts of horrible things. They’re now endangered in the wild and worth a lot more money. That just makes the get hunted all the more.

Ihuka was born in the wild but got caught so he’s a tough cookie with a seemingly unbreakable spirit. He’s always getting into trouble and is very protective of Dyan. He’s not going down without a fight. He’s a younger cloudwalker and only has small horns with rarer black wings and a scar on his cheek. Ihuka hasn’t really learned how to speak yet but he’ll get there.

Dyan however was born in captivity, he knows nothing but serving people. He has been through a lot of trauma be he escaped for a short time, but he got caught again. He’s very submissive and very rarely goes against orders. He’s a wonderful little companion and very soft. He has a missing horn, common white wings and knows how to speak.

And who owns these little feathered whumpees? That would be Avizon:

Avizon

Sadly couldn’t give him a beard, but this is Avizon. He’s known across the land for being an evil sorcerer and can be a considerate owner. But misbehave and punishments will be swift. He wanted company and a steady supply of feathers for his work. Who knows? Perhaps on the way he’ll learn that cloudwalkers need protecting from the world. He has an eye patch on his left eye to hide- well, what is he hiding?

Story is set in a bit of a fantasy land with a few different mythical creatures, and a ‘classic’ medieval style.

So yeah, I haven’t exactly abandoned Farron and the gang, but I did want to make some new whumpees and see where it ended up.

If you have any questions or anything feel free to drop me an ask. I’m hoping to revive this page soon :).

Love how as soon as I start a D&D campaign with my friends, by character ended up with a whumpy back story. This is Rolen a half elf and his half-orc friend Mhurren. He doesn't know Mhurren in this pic though, they just met. Both are criminal bois and I love them with all my heart. 😍😭 I'm still getting used to my water colour pencils, but my art is definitely getting better since I started a few months ago- but cloth is still the bane of my existence 😂.

“Anne Bonny and Mary Read were pirates, as renowned for their ruthlessness as for their gender, and during their short careers challenged the sailors’ adage that a woman’s presence on shipboard invites bad luck.”

Or

Hero and Villain never use the arena and keep destroying the city. The architect has to keep rebuilding the city but they earn a lot of money by doing so and they become a miljonair

Or

Hero and villain fight in the arena BUT when they try to leave it turns out that they can't. It was a trap designed by the architect and they tell police to come and arrest hero and villain. The architect gets a reward that makes them a miljonair.

Or