#avian whumpee

[enemieswbenefits]

Avian whumpee tearing out their feathers and leaving the bloody pile for caretaker when they get home as a gift.

Everyone else always wanted their beautiful feathers... and maybe if they just give them what they want, they'll let them go, maybe...

[callaeidae3]

Febuwhump2025 Day 15: Icarus

I'll catch you and break your fall.

[whumpisgoodwhumpislife]

do you got any whumpee with wings tropes or prompts you tend to like..

I'm writing ("writing" imagining my scenarios) pet whump, where whumper treats whumpee like the dove they are, and I'm looking for ideas to potentially incorporate..

I'd talk about it in more detail, but I don't wanna yammer on too much. Maybe when/if I make a whump blog. Have a good day, stranger!

-🌾🖋

Hello anon !

So here is the first ep of my winged whumpee story ( that I will continue once I'm done with Lull) and here is the list of ideas for wing whump. To which Idk anon added the idea of ✨molting ✨

I am personally a fan of nonhuman whumpees who are more animal than human (behaviour, voice, etc). Don't know about your dove, so I'll make a mix.

For pet whump with a winged whumpee, here's what I immediately think of:

Of course, trimmed wings. Is the whumper knowledgeable about it, or are they a total beginner and cut wayyy to much ?

If whumper likes whumpee's wings too much to damage them, then leather straps binding them. Or a harness.

A cage suspended in the air, too small.

A rendezvous at the groomer to take care of the feathers.

Or if whumper doesn't care about whumpee's hygiene, then whumpee quietly preening themselve in a corner, struggling to reach the feathers in their back.

Does your whumpee speak ? No they don't. They're only allowed to chirp. Or else, chop chop the vocal cords.

If winged creatures are rare, then whumper could pull their feathers just to sell them to collectors.

Post-rescue whumpee struggling to interact with their own, because of their damaged wings.

Sending whumpee to training centers, where there are whumpers worse than their owner.

Dying whumpee's wings in pink, or whatever humiliating colour. What if wing colours and feather patterns are important in avian society?

You didn't mention anything about caretaking, but I'm a sucker for it so:

Whumpee pulling their own feathers and giving them to caretaker as a token of trust.

Caretaker feeling whumpee's wings shake under their hands.

Caretaker waking up at three am to find whumpee perched on the furniture, the highest possible.

Wildlife rescue center that tries to reintroduce whumpee to their natural habitat and kindred.

Please tell me what you have in mind for your dove ! Also, you should definitely make a whump blog, and start writing about them.

[dokidokisadness]

going to try to finish it tomorrow for whumptober

[mj-iza-writer]

Warning: Forced self cannibalism and cannibalism. Wing mutilation and amputation.

Fresh blood trickled down Whumpee's back as they leaned weakly against a wall.

Moving hurt too much, even breathing felt like they were tearing their back apart more.

Their wings were the only thing Whumpee could think about.

The muscles that worked the wings sent shock waves of pain through Whumpee's back.

"It's like they're crying. They feel empty", Whumpee's breath hitched.

Their feathers scattered the floor around them. They had lost quite a few because of stress.... and nervous preening.

They shook as they reached for one of the feathers. Tears flooded their eyes as they cuddled it close.

Whumper carried a plate in and set it down by Whumpee.

"I thought you'd be hungry after losing that much blood", Whumper smirked, "just some leftovers from my dinner."

Whumpee side glanced the plate, "I'm not interested."

"Oh, come on, they taste really good", Whumper chuckled, "I didn't do anything to them. Those are from my plate. They're fresh to. You need something to eat to regain your strength."

Whumpee cautiously reached for the plate and grabbed a small piece of meat.

"Is this chicken?", Whumpee smelt it before taking a bite.

"Well, kind of", Whumper smirked, "it is wings from a bird like creature."

Whumpee stopped mid chew, "what?", they squealed.

"Your wings are delicious, aren't they?", Whumper laughed.

"I'm going to throw up", Whumpee threw the food away from them and leaned forward to puke.

The movements caused their back to tear open the scab that formed on their back. More blood oozed down.

"Why? Why did you cut them off?", Whumpee yelled.

"I was tired of trimming your feathers, and you fighting me. Plus I was hungry", Whumper picked up the plate, "you eat these or I force feed you. Your choice, my hard work making these won't go to waste."

Whumpee looked at the plate, "I can't eat my own wings. Please, don't make me."

"You didn't even take care of them. Look at all the feathers everywhere. You pulled them off yourself", Whumper yelled, "eat."

"You did this. You did all of this", Whumpee yelled back.

Whumper slapped Whumpee before picking up another piece of the meat and forcing Whumpee's mouth open.

Whumpee sobbed as they were forced to eat their own body.

Blood loss was getting to Whumpee. They thought they saw Caretaker opening the door and running to them.

Everything was blurry.

What was being said? Everything sounded like echoes.

"Who's there?", Whumpee jumped suddenly, "please no more, I'll be good. Don't touch me."

"It's Caretaker. Shh, it's Caretaker", someone held down Whumpee's hands, "don't fight. We are here to save you."

"Car-Caretaker?", Whumpee whispered, "Caretaker... you're here for me?"

"Yes, you are safe now", Caretaker stopped and rubbed Whumpee's head to comfort them.

"M-my wings, they cut off my wings", Whumpee cried and tried to bury their head in Caretaker's body, "they cut them and ate them. They forced me to eat them."

Caretaker sat on the ground to comfort Whumpee. They saw some pieces of bone that had been tossed away. Feathers were everywhere... Whumpee's feathers.

"I'm sorry Whumpee. I am truly sorry", Caretaker frowned as their friend shook, "I wish I could have found you sooner."

Emergency responders worked around them.

"Where is Whumper?", Whumpee looked up fearfully.

"They are being arrested", Caretaker soothed, "you are safe now. I finally found you."

"Could you grab some of my feathers so I can keep them", Whumpee asked as they were loaded onto a gurney.

"Of course I can do that", Caretaker comforted, "these nice people are taking you to the hospital. I will be there soon to help you okay."

"Okay", Whumpee nodded, "please don't forget me."

"I won't Whumpee. I promise."

Caretaker gathered several feathers of different sizes and color patterns.

They were shown the leftovers of Whumpee's wings.

"This is a nightmare", Caretaker sighed as they patted the wings gently, "this person is sick minded. They will pay for this."

Caretaker quietly watched Whumpee sleep.

They had had a busy few hours as the doctors had to carefully take care of Whumpee. Anything done wrong to the avian's back could be disastrous, especially if the wings were able to grow back.

Whumpee winced as their eyes opened.

Their eyes darted around the room. Their field of view was limited due to not wanting to move.

"Caretaker?", Whumpee whispered.

"I'm right here", Caretaker quickly knelt beside them, "right here."

"What's going on?", Whumpee frowned.

"You just got out of surgery, you were under for a few hours. You are resting now", Caretaker knelt beside them, "do you have any pain?"

"Not right now", Whumpee frowned, "is it bad?"

"It's not great", Caretaker sighed, "but the doctor believes if your wings do grow back, you shouldn't have any problems."

"Even if they grow back, it will be years before I have them the way they were", Whumpee felt a tear form in their eye, "do you think they'll grow back?", Whumpee whispered.

"Honestly, I'm not sure. An avian having their wings cut at the base doesn't normally happen", Caretaker sighed, "whatever happens I will help you get through or try my best to help."

Caretaker looked down, "I am so sorry I didn't get to you sooner. You were so hard to find and I know that isn't a good excuse. I'm sorry."

Whumpee weakly held out their hand to Caretaker.

Caretaker gently held it.

"You tried your hardest. I appreciate you saving me", Whumpee smiled weakly.

"Here is, uh", Caretaker quickly wiped a tear away, "your feathers you requested, I hope the ones I grabbed are okay."

"Thankyou", Whumpee reached for a feather.

"The leftover parts of your wings and the rest of your feathers are being taken care of by the Avian Society. I didn't know what was best for your wings and feathers, I hope it's okay I trusted them to the leaders", Caretaker sighed.

"That's okay, they will probably destroy them", Whumpee frowned, "I'll receive the cremated remains."

"Are you okay with that?", Caretaker made a concerned look.

"That's normal, because of what we are, most of our bodies are cremated.... unless it's an honored person. Some avians believe those people are gods and follow them", Whumpee sadly rubbed their feather across their face, "we don't want the bodies of our people to be dug up and studied in years to come."

Caretaker nodded, "I guess that makes sense", Caretaker glanced at Whumpee's back, "you should get some more rest."

"I feel like I've been hit by a bus... do you think I can eat yet? My last meal was my wings, and I don't want that to be the only thing in my stomach."

"Let me ask your nurse, and I'll go get you something if they allow it", Caretaker stood.

Caretaker came back into Whumpee's room, but was startled to see a few winged people in Whumpee's room. They figured it was part of the Avain Council.

They all glanced at Caretaker.

"Sorry, I'll come back when you are...", Caretaker knew they weren't exactly welcomed, they put up with Caretaker because of Whumpee.

"Wait, you are Caretaker right. You saved Whumpee?", someone stepped closer.

"Y-yes sir, I was able to find them. I wish I could have found them sooner though", Caretaker frowned as they looked at Whumpee.

"Please come in, you're a hero for saving them. Please eat", another invited.

"Oh this is for Whumpee, they were hungry", Caretaker started to walk to the bed.

"Ah yes, thankyou for feeding them", they stepped back to allow room for Caretaker.

Caretaker knelt beside the bed, after a second of Whumpee struggling Caretaker started to help them eat.

"Thankyou", Whumpee smiled after swallowing a mouthful.

"You're welcome Whumpee. I'd do anything for you", Caretaker smiled.

"The council will leave now and allow you to eat and rest. Please let us know if you need anything. We will happily provide you with anything you need", they started to leave, "we will also return the remains of your wings to you when you return to your home."

Whumpee nodded, "thankyou for visiting me."

Caretaker sighed as they got up and sat down.

"I hope that was okay. I wasn't exactly sure what to say to them", Caretaker frowned, "I get nervous around them."

"You did good, I think they will be showing you a lot more respect after this", Whumpee smiled weakly, "I wish I had my wings to cover me up, I'm a little chilly."

"Though your wings are softer, I hope this will suffice", Caretaker pulled up a blanket and covered Whumpee.

"Yes thankyou, and thank...you", Whumpee yawned, "for the food."

"Your welcome Whumpee, get some rest. I won't leave you", Caretaker smiled as Whumpee's eyes slowly closed, "I promise."

Taglist. As always please let me know if you want to be added or taken off of the list. It's not a problem at all. @villainsandheroes @the-beasts-have-arrived @sacredwrath @porschethemermaid @monarchthefirst @generic-whumperz @bloodyandfrightened @freefallingup13 @notpeppermint @cyborg0109 @idontreallyexistyet @thebejeweledwatercat @painfulplots @whumpbump @everythingsscary @skittles-the-whumpee @expressionless-fr @theforeverdyingperson @legendarydelusiongoatee @candleshopmenace @whumpanthems @lavndvrr @ivymyers @starfields08000 @a-living-canvas

[cuteangsty]

Avian headcanons [fighting]

It's important to note that Avians don't usually fight, they are mostly pretty calm with the exception of some subspecies or closed off groups. However, even those don't usually attack, unless threatened or bothered.

Despite their peaceful demeanor they may get into arguments and fights in the following situations:

Stuck/ trapped with only one/ very few peers in extremely closed evoirment.

To protect their mate/friends/family from someone or something - might even be another avian(more explanation below)

Mental health issues

Explanation:

1: This is usually due to a terrible practice among some people who don't believe the avians have intelligence.

Some groups from different races enjoy making them fight and betting on them. They capture and stress and frustrate avians ok purpose to get them angry for a good fight. Many times leaving them in very small cages with their opponent and start the process, with both of them constantly annoyed they instigate them to blame each other for their suffering.

2: this rarely occurs between avians, most likely to happen between the avian and some other creature.

They are loyal and very protective. Not much more to say.

3: Avians who become paranoid or delusional might become violent, usually towards specific individuals who they think have something to do with their delusion or ones trying to help them.

Avians who become too violent might get thrown out of their village/ group... Avians usually try to help and nurse their peers back to health, but they tend to give up after some time if they see no signs of them getting better... Especially if they are violent.

Obs: avians who are living on their own, outside of their usual villages or other types of civilization within the species, might be more keen to violence and prone to attack other creatures since they don't benefit from the safety of a community. although, that is very uncommon.

Some avians have been reported to becoming more defensive, violent and even starting to enjoy violence when practicing violence constantly.

[whitecoatwhump]

Avian whumpee who belongs to a very social species of bird gets captured and separated from their flock. The unfamiliar environment they find themselves in is unnerving enough, but it's nothing compared to the whumpee trying to call for their family and only hearing their own voice echoing back

Self harm mention under the cut

A specific image that keeps popping into my head is the whumpee trying to deal with the stress by ripping their feathers out

[whumper-whimsy]

i need to know >:)

[whumpisgoodwhumpislife]

Oh damn what kinda thoughts (in reference to the avian whumpee)? Excuse the random curiosity, feel free to completely ignore this if you’d prefer to keep the thoughts to oneself.

If I came up with any thoughts I’d also be willing to share (mainly because once something sparks a thought, it ends up creating like 7 trains of thought and 3 different concepts. Though I understand if random thoughts in inbox are not needed (?not the word but idk what else)

Anyways, hope this isn’t a strange message (shut up overthinking why—) and that you’re having a wonderful day/night and are taking care of yourself and staying hydrated and all that jazz :]

-idk (not sure if it’s recognizable because I’ve mainly been lurking but ima leave it anyway stop overthinking aghh —)

Hello idk ! I'm glad you asked. If you have any ideas, please do share !

For the whump part:

Wingssss ! You know the drill, cut them, clip them like a bird's (don't do that to birds though), hang them on your wall...

In a hero/villain context, I was thinking that it must suck to have wings in a world full of semi gods. Like, just a guy with a feathery back, next to someone who can summon fire...

Oh, fire. Burn his wings while he's flying away, trying to escape the heroes, but as the fire dude gets closer he can feel his feathers burn and turn to ash until they're too short to fly.

Heroes using him as a training dummy once captured, an ankle chained to the floor, long enough to let him flutter around and make a nice moving target.

This idea is my favourite.... Avians being drawn to each other, biologically or smth. They need to be with other avians for protection, for warmth, etc. But our Whumpee is a villain, why would any other avian want to share his nest?

Nest. Built from scraps, pillows, blankets, whatever, and obviously built for two. But there's only one using it.

Also, the feathers on his back are impossible to reach, so he can't preen them alone, letting them deteriorate, or even fall.

Avian hero ignoring him even when it's painfully obvious he needs help.

Or on the other hand, avian hero being drawn to him. But the villain guild (or whatever evil organisation reign) notices, and uses their own avian as a bait to capture the hero.

For the comfort part:

Preeningggg ! Especially if it's considered an intimate act. Bonus point if it's from an avian hero. Like, yeah I should cuff you and imprison you, but you look so pathetic with these messy feathers. Lemme fix it before.

Back massage... I have no idea how wings would realistically work, but it would involve putting a lot of muscles under strain.

Little noises. Instinctive, he can't repress them, he can only flush if he's with someone else. Chirps, chitters, trilles, escaping his throat as the hands preening his wings hits The Good Spot. Or when he's scared >:]

Should I write this ?

Please if anyone has any ideas, I'd love to read them !

[mj-iza-writer]

winged whumpee learning to fly? it doesn't have to be a specific kind of flying animal (like I don't really care if it's a parrot or a bat or something) just.... wings. learning to fly. etc etc.

I imagined an avian/human hybrid. Hope that is okay. I love that hybrid so much.

I wanted to write this in the eyes of people who have disabilities, and how people may interact with them. I think the disabled community needs a lot of awareness. They are important just like everyone else. I wanted to represent the difficulties they may face in a world not made for them. Even people who love them and want to help may have a hard time with pushing too hard. I hope I did well in bringing a little representation to the community.

Whumpee wrapped their wings around themself and fiddled with their feathers.

Caretaker was in a different room preening a few of their feathers before Whumpee's flight lesson.

Whumpee had injured their wings at a young age. The damage happened before they could learn to fly with all of the other young avians. They were behind now.

Caretaker had adopted them after the injuries. Their parents left them after the damages. A normal thing amongst the avian culture Whumpee grew up in. A flightless avian didn't have much to work with. They wouldn't be able to follow the others' migratory patterns if they had to relocate. Even most jobs require flight. They would never survive.

"Are you ready Whumpee?", Caretaker called.

"I don't know, it looks like it's going to rain", Whumpee looked out the window. They were greeted with a beautiful sunny day.

"Does it now?", Caretaker chuckled, "I guess it's good thing we won't melt then."

Whumpee turned to them when they stepped into the room.

"I-I don't want to do this. I fell last time. I might hurt my wings again", Whumpee frowned.

"Your doctor said your wings are ready for flight. Your wings are strong and are able to withstand falling", Caretaker came closer and hugged Whumpee. They wrapped them with their bigger, stronger wings, "we all fall. It's important to get back up and try again."

Whumpee rested their forehead on Caretaker's chest.

"I won't always be here to help you Whumpee", Caretaker ran their hand through Whumpee's feathery hair and rested it on Whumpee's shoulder, "you'll need to know how to fend for yourself."

"Don't talk like that Caretaker. My parents already left me. I don't want to lose anyone else", Whumpee pouted.

"I'm sorry, but it's only fact. I don't want to leave you either, but...."

"I know, but can we stop talking about it", Whumpee interrupted.

Caretaker sighed, "okay.... let's go get into the air then."

Whumpee watched Caretaker get a running start.

Caretaker's strong wings snapped against the wind and they were up.

Whumpee sighed as they unfurled their misshapen small wings, "how am I going to fly with wings like this?"

Another avian flew by and waved at Caretaker.

"No one wants to acknowledge the disabled avian. Everyone believes I should be dead", Whumpee huffed.

Caretaker hovered nearby, their wings flapped slowly to keep them up.

"Then prove them wrong", Caretaker smiled, "prove to them that you have the right to be alive, and to continue living. Prove to yourself that you can do this. Prove to others who have misshapened wings that they can also fly."

Whumpee wiped their eyes and nodded.

"Alright come on", Caretaker encouraged.

Whumpee ran forward a little and worked to flap. They stumbled over some rocks and fell.

"O-ow", Whumpee cried out.

Caretaker hurried to land and help Whumpee.

"Yes that hurts", Caretaker knelt down.

Whumpee's legs were torn up from the rocks. Blood steeped out from several gashes.

"Here let's get you cleaned and bandaged", Caretaker started to help them up, "we can work on taking off later. Let's work on flapping. I'll get you in the air and you can practice flapping and gliding."

"Do we have to?", Whumpee winced, "it really hurts."

"Just for a little bit", Caretaker helped brace Whumpee as they walked back to their house, "I know you can do it."

"Ca-Caretaker, you're not listening to me. My body says no. It doesn't want to", Whumpee argued, "I can't do it right now."

Caretaker paused, "I-I'm sorry Whumpee. Uh, you're right. Let's get you bandaged. We can talk about this after."

Caretaker silently cleaned and patched Whumpee.

"You're mad at me now?", Whumpee whispered, "I-I didn't mean to yell like that. You were only trying to help me. You've always tried to help me. I'm not doing much for myself."

Caretaker cleared their voice.

"I'm not mad at you dear. You were absolutely right in what you said. I was not allowing you to express your needs. I was so set on getting you in the sky I was missing what you were saying. I'm mad at myself for getting out of line", Caretaker set aside their first aid, "I am listening now. How do you want to approach this next attempt at flying?"

"I don't know. It all seems so hopeless", Whumpee sighed.

"It's not hopeless", Caretaker cupped Whumpee's face, "it's hard, not hopeless. We can do hard things. Let's go ahead and rest today because of the injury."

"It's not fair that it has to be so hard though. I didn't ask for this", Whumpee pouted.

"I know, just remember, no one knows how to fly when they start. I fell just as much as you when I first started", Caretaker smiled, "I fell on my face once and broke my nose even. That's why it's crooked. It will take time. I'm here for you and I want to help you."

Whumpee sat outside and watched others flying.

"I don't even know what it feels like up there. I've never gone that high", Whumpee sighed.

"Watching the others?", Caretaker smiled as they sat down.

Whumpee nodded, "I can't imagine how good it feels to be up that high. I was up there once, and didn't get to enjoy it much."

"Yes, you crashed pretty hard that day", Caretaker looked up.

"Do you really think I can fly. My wings are so ugly and misshapened."

Caretaker looked at them again, "I think if you truly want to, you can. You may not be able to get high up, but I think we have a good chance. I want to encourage you to at least keep trying. I know it's hard to see everyone else having an easy time. I can understand how difficult that feels. Your feelings are valid, my dear."

Caretaker stood, "come on. I have an idea."

Caretaker got themself up and hovered just above Whumpee.

"Hold onto my leg", Caretaker grinned, "hold on tight."

"I don't want to fly", Whumpee whimpered.

"You won't have to", Caretaker lifted up a little to keep their altitude, "I want to give you taste of what it feels like up there. You can open your wings if you want, but you don't have to let go of me."

Whumpee looked at them questioningly, but stood and wrapped their arms around Caretaker's leg.

"Woah", Whumpee gasped as they left the ground. They burried their face into Caretaker's leg.

"Doing alright" Caretaker called down as they continued to climb and build altitude, "I'm about to flatten out, so hold on."

"Okay", Whumpee mumbled into the pants.

Caretaker looked around a little.

"You know it's prettier to look. My pant leg isn't why you came up here."

Whumpee peeped up.

"I'm up?", Whumpee gasped.

"Your up", Caretaker chuckled, "this is about the elevation the others were flying at."

"Can we go higher?", Whumpee blurted out bravely.

"Hold on", Caretaker started to climb, "this is about as high as I willingly fly. I won't take you any higher."

Whumpee rested their chin on Caretaker's leg.

"Are you enjoy the ride?", Caretaker peaked back at them.

"It's amazing up here", Whumpee's eyes sparkled, "I can't believe what it looks like down there. The earth looks so different."

"Yes. The city is up ahead", Caretaker pointed out, "we won't go into the city because of how busy the sky is. I can't maneuver very well with you holding onto me."

"Okay", Whumpee watched the city for a few moments until Caretaker had turned away and started back to their home.

"Try to unfurl you wings", Caretaker lowered themself a little.

"Caretaker... I."

"You don't have to let go of me. Just practice a little of the flapping you've learned. Feel what it feels like for your wings to hit the air", Caretaker sighed.

"Won't I mess your thrust up by doing that?", Whumpee frowned as they opened their wings, "that can affect your flight patterns."

"Maybe a little, but it's fine. My wings will keep us up", Caretaker turned to see Whumpee's wings out, "they look good. Turn your left a little up... its lagging a little... yep perfect."

Whumpee worked to beat their wings against the wind.

"You've got perfect form", Caretaker encouraged, "you look great."

"Thanks", Whumpee frowned, "c-can I try something?"

"The clouds don't taste like anything. You can't eat them", Caretaker chuckled, "I've tried."

Whumpee suddenly let go.

"Whumpee", Caretaker yelled as they froze in the air and looked down.

Whumpee was dropping, but they were trying more than ever to stay up.

"Come on... come on", Whumpee cried as the ground came closer and closer.

They looked up and saw that Caretaker was chasing after them.

"Keep flapping Whumpee. I've almost got you", Caretaker yelled, "you have to keep up enough so I can catch you and not crash."

Caretaker needed to catch Whumpee with at least fifty feet space from the ground. That was their hard deck. Anything lower, they risked crashing into the ground and injuring themself and Whumpee.

Whumpee suddenly lifted a little.

"I-I did it", Whumpee yelled.

"Keep doing it", Caretaker yelled as they worked to catch up with Whumpee.

"Brace yourself", Caretaker yelled as they grabbed Whumpee.

Whumpee was grabbed.

Caretaker grunted, at the sudden jar of grabbing Whumpee.

"That hurt", Caretaker grunted again.

Whumpee looked up at them worriedly.

"I'm alright. I'm too old to be doing stuff like this. My rescue mission days are in the past", Caretaker sighed.

"I'm sorry Caretaker. I-I had a moment of bravery, and it was fleeting", Whumpee whispered.

"A little heads up would have been better. Let's try for that next time", Caretaker hovered just above the ground and dropped Whumpee. They landed right next to Whumpee.

Caretaker tiredly sunk to the ground, "ugh... I haven't flown like that in a long time."

"Are you okay?", Whumpee looked at them worriedly, "I'm so sorry."

"I'm alright.... just need a second", Caretaker smiled weakly as they took some deep breaths, "though that could have been handled better, I'm glad you tried. I'm glad you were able to keep yourself up."

"I'm sorry... I really am", Whumpee looked at them worriedly, "I didn't hurt you, did I?"

"Maybe a little. I'm alright. I promise Whumpee", Caretaker opened their arms to get Whumpee to come closer for a hug, "just be a little sore tomorrow."

Whumpee shyly hugged Caretaker.

"I don't want you to be afraid of flying again because of this. You kept yourself up... even if it was momentarily. You did it. This is exactly what we needed to happen. We can build off of this", Caretaker cupped Whumpee's chin gently, "don't lose the smile I saw up there. I think you fell in love with the sky. My plan worked."

Whumpee's lip quivered.

"It's alright", Caretaker smiled, "you were so brave."

Whumpee wiped their eyes and nodded.

"We can try again tomorrow. No promises if I'll be flying though", Caretaker stood up, "I have definitely tired myself out. Let's go get some food."

"Okay", Whumpee followed.

"You got yourself up", Caretaker stated excitedly as they followed Whumpee into the house.

"I did", Whumpee turned excitedly.

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[cuteangsty]

Avian headcanons [singing and mental health]

Most avians sing, and their singing can be an indicative of what they're feeling:

Avians who are depressed or trapped (maybe due to not being able to fly or just physically stuck somewhere for a long time) may seem happy due to they're cheerful singing, however it's important to look closer than the surface since they might be using extra happy songs to cope with frustration.

They might even be starting to delude themselves and losing grasp of reality.

Singing sad or eerie songs doesn't always mean sadness, in fact, most avians who do it are in a healthy mental state and are expressing their current emotions as a way to cope with them healthily.

Stopping them from doing so is actually very harmful and they will start to feel pressured to stay happy always, which won't last long, of course.

Although, Stay alert to avians who ONLY sing sad tunes. That probably means they are burned out and having to deal with too many difficult events.

The lack of singing usually means damage to the vocal cords. It is extremely rare for an avian to choose not to sing.

Rare, but still possible. If an avian has no problems with their throat or vocal cords, the lack of usually means a deeply serious mental health issue. Usually depression or paranoia for longer periods.

A depressed avian stops singing due to feeling like it is not worthwhile or not helping on any way, it is important to try and convince them slowly to get back to the habit since it usually helps them cope with negative feelings.

The paranoia, however is a much deeper issue... A avian specialist and a trusted friend/companion of the again must be in scene to help.

Avians also like to hear other species sing! Despite every avian having a different voice (specially because of different subspecies os avians) they also appreciate the voices of other species in action.

Humans, in specific are adored for their variety in voices as well.

Singing is a good way to try and inspire an avian to sing again... They enjoy singing along.

Avian headcanons [mental illness]

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Avians are very emotional creatures, although they may have trouble communicating in human language, they feel "human" emotions.

Flying is a huge part of their life for both physical and emotional reasons.

Avians who have been severely injured, especially on the wings start to get restless and frustrated for not being able to fly.

If the injury is poorly treated or not treated at all it may cause the wings to deform. Making them unable to fly life.

This is basically death sentence to them. Even if they are being fed and cleaned, they become frustrated and even depressed. Usually this results on them passing away from sadness.

Finding a lovely partner is also something to keep in mind when it comes to avian's psyche. Some may never find one and be happy with themsey, but most are usually looking for someone to spend their time with.

That being said, rejecting or being rejected many times may lead to them giving up, sometimes even getting sick with loneliness.

Having a be taken away from them (be it either death or being artificially separated) is also a heartbreaking experience, some avians have been reported to not accept it and remain waiting for their partner to come back home.

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[whumper-whimsy]

For human, I've been playing with the idea of a human in a predominantly non-human world (someone else mentioned this, and it got my mind going), which would work great with the setting i have going of a modern fantasy type world (think D&D). Maybe humans have been mostly wiped out, and now they're high-ticket items.

I'm a big fan of avians, but I've been debating choosing it bc the Whumper is already an avian. Also, i would need to re-work a scene or two to fit it (but hey, i need more excuses for writing LMAO). On the plus side, wing whump is one of my all-time faves! Wing clipping, broken wings, bound wings, escape attempts via flying— all amazing!

The demihuman idea would need some more thought + another poll, but there are so many directions to go with demihumans! Whether they're natural-born or manmade hybrids, demihumans are so versatile for writing!

[mj-iza-writer]

"Master Cain, would you like me to accompany you to your doctor appointment today", Maurie excitedly served breakfast.

"I don't need you to necessarily", Cain watched Maurie look down sadly, "but if you would like to come with me, you can."

"Really?", Maurie smiled.

"Ymhmm", Cain nodded as they took a bite, "I'll have you wait in the waiting room though. It's a more indebt visit, which you don't need to be part of. After that we can go for a walk or fly if you like."

"A walk would be nice.... I don't really want to fly", Maurie poked their fingers together shyly.

"You don't trust me... I won't drop you", Cain chuckled.

"I-I trust you.... I just don't like being up there. Being off the ground isnt really my thing", Maurie looked at Cain's strong wings, "you should, you know, save them if there is a war."

"A war?", Cain smiled.

"Yes, you are a general of the Avian Fleets for the kingdom. I'd hate for you to be tired", Maurie giggled awkwardly.

"Well, I guess you have a point, but let me know if you change your mind", Cain grinned.

"Okay", Maurie nodded.

Maurie sat in the waiting room while Cain was seen.

"Slave girl", someone called, "you belong to General Cain right?"

"Yes your honor", Maurie quickly stood and walked to the window where the person had asked for them.

"Has General Cain ever taught you how to preen his wings", a nurse questioned.

"Yes, that is one of my duties to help him with his wings. I always carry my two preening combs with me", Maurie pulled them out, "does Master need me?"

"No, we actually have an avian soldier here who was wounded recently. Our normal preener isn't here, and no one knows how to do it. The soldier is not happy right now, and says they are highly stressed. A preen will help them relax", the nurse explained, "would you be okay with helping them for us? We would really appreciate it."

Maurie heard screaming.

The nurse's shoulders sagged.

"I would be happy to help, but I need permission from my master. He told me to stay out here", Maurie frowned.

"Come here, we will go ask together", the nurse walked them behind the door.

The nurse knocked on the door, then opened it.

Maurie stood away from the door, remembering Cain didn't want them around for his appointment.

"General Cain, forgive me for bothering you. We have a soldier who was injured in a recent accident during training. They are highly stressed and say a preen would help them. Our normal preener isn't here today. Your slave says they would help as long as you gave permission. Would you please allow them to help us?"

"Yes of course. I didn't know someone was still hospitalized. I would like to visit them after this if I could", Cain nodded, "Maurie right there?"

"Yes."

"Maurie take good care of that soldier's wings", Cain ordered.

"Yes Master", Maurie smiled.

The nurse led Maurie into the room.

"Who is that?", the soldier groaned, "I don't want visitors.... plus they look like a slave. Are you joking with me?"

"I'm Ge....", Maurie started to introduce themself.

"Hush and go away. What a dishonor to have a slave brought to me", the soldier stuck up their nose.

Maurie quickly turned.

"I'm sorry, they have been very mean lately", the nurse sighed, "I feel bad that you just..."

"No its okay, uhm", Maurie shook, "can I go back to Master Cain.. please?"

Maurie lightly knocked on the door.

"Come in", Cain called.

Maurie quickly opened the door and went in. They sobbed as they slammed the door.

"Maurie what happened?", Cain frowned, I thought you were helping preen those wings."

"The soldier was insulted that a slave was brought to them. They thought I was trying to visit", Maurie shook more, "they uhm, yelled at me Master."

"Ah I see", Cain sat up, "I'm thinking it is one of newer soldiers then, they all don't know you yet. Come here."

Maurie inched close until Cain was able to pick them up and hug them close.

"That wasn't fair for them to yell at you, and it is not insulting to be visited by a slave", Cain wrapped their wings around them fully, "especially a slave like you."

After a few minutes, Maurie was calmed enough to climb down from Cain.

"Would you like me to leave", Maurie saw the doctor come back in.

"No I'm actually getting finished up", Cain smiled, "take a seat over there."

Cain knocked at the door of the soldier's room.

"General Cain", the soldier sat up, "what brings you here."

"I had an appointment of my own, I wasn't aware you were here", Cain stepped in, "I thought I come and check on you."

"Oh thankyou sir", the soldier smiled, "I'm okay mostly, I've been a little stressed lately."

"Yes I heard you would like to have your wings preened", Cain grinned.

"Yes sir, they haven't been done since my injury" the soldier frowned.

"You know the nurses asked if my slave could do it. I of course said yes, but was disturbed to hear that you yelled at them. They said you were insulted to have a slave brought to you", Cain sat down, "you know I've never been insulted by any visitors who came to see me."

"Th-that was your slave?", the soldier sadly realized.

"Yes Maurie is mine. They were part of the spoil we took several years ago from the enemy village Capstonel. I was gifted them for my successful siege", Cain grinned, "they were very young at that time... easy to train. I put in a lot of time making them the perfect servant for me. One task they do very well with is wing preening."

"I-I'm sorry, I've been on edge. I didn't mean to", the soldier looked at Cain.

"Well I appreciate the apology, but I'm not the one you should apologize to", Cain looked toward the door, "I understand being on edge, especially when you haven't been able to care for your wings. But, you did make my slave cry, and I do not like seeing them cry. Though they are merely human and a slave, they are still near to my heart, and I've put a lot of time and effort into them."

"I-I understand", the soldier nodded.

"Maurie would you come here please", Cain called.

After a few seconds Maurie appeared halfway in the doorway, shyly hiding from them, "yes Master?"

"If this soldier apologized to you, would you be willing to preen their wings?", Cain turned to look at Maurie.

"Yes of course Master. I'd be honored to help one of the soldiers", Maurie nodded.

Cain turned back to the soldier, "it's up to you. I won't force an apology, but you will have to wait until the on staff preener comes back to care for your wings."

The soldier nodded, "I am so sorry for being mean to you. I don't honestly even deserve for you to preen my wings though. I was a jerk."

"It's okay", Maurie stepped further into the doorway, "I know it's not fun being in that bed. Especially for your wings."

The soldier nodded with a weak smile.

"May I get started?", Maurie pulled out their preening combs.

"Yes please", the soldier sighed in relief.

Maurie listened as Cain and the soldier talked. Cain told stories, shared advice, taught different in flight maneuvers for the soldier to try to lesson injuries.

Maurie carefully and meticulously combed through each feather. They plucked out any dead feathers and moved the newer feathers around.

"My, it's been a while since you've molted", Maurie dropped a few more feathers to the floor, "a lot of feathers are popping out into my fingers without me even trying."

"Yes, I was supposed to molt a few days ago, but this injury kept me from getting to do it", the soldier sighed, "I really appreciate you doing this. My wings already feel so much better. I also don't feel as stressed."

"I'm glad", Maurie smiled.

Cain also smiled as they watched Maurie.

"Okay I think that is about as good as I'll get it right now", Maurie slid their fingers through the wings, "I've checked every part of your wings."

"I feel so much better", the soldier laid back, "this means so much to me. I'm sorry it took so long, I'm sure you had more important things to do then sit with me all morning and into the afternoon."

"No I didn't. I chose to stay here with you and talk. I've been in these hospital beds plenty of times to know how lonely it gets", Cain stood, "I could have left Maurie here if I wanted, she would have come right back to me when she was done."

"Thankyou so much", the soldier's lip quivered, "it means so much to know that a general wanted to stay with me."

"Your welcome", Cain looked at Maurie, "are you ready to go. We can grab something to eat in the cafeteria, then take a walk. I'm sure you don't feel like cooking lunch after preening those wings."

Maurie nodded, then looked at the feathers.

"Do you want me to ask?", Cain grinned when they watched Maurie nod.

"Ask what?", the soldier frowned.

"Maurie likes to collect feathers from the avians she has preened. Would you be okay if they took one of your feathers for their collection?" Cain looked at the feather covered floor.

"Yes of course they can", the soldier nodded, "I can imagine that is quite the collection."

"You have no idea", Cain shook their head, "one more story while they pick their feather.

The soldier excitedly listened.

"There was battle probably three years ago now. The Avian fleet had been trapped in the mountains for a month straight. We had plenty of supplies, everything we needed.... except a preener", Cain talked, "I decided late at night to sneak out and fly here. I grabbed Maurie and flew back before dawn."

"Please make note. Maurie hates flying with a passion, but I got her there. That entire day Maurie and I preened every soldiers wings. Then Maurie preened mine", Cain chuckled, "I can't tell you how many times we said ow because we were poked. Maurie has a feather from every one of those soldiers."

"You yourself preened soldiers wings? You waited until everyone was done before you had yours done?", the soldier gaped in shock.

"Yes, I wasn't made a general because of my good looks... shocking, I'm sure", Cain smiled, "my troops come first. We were able to boost moral and the entire fleet was relieved. The next day we were attacked. Of course, I had Maurie there, so I was a little stressed with her being so close, but it all worked out. That was the last battle. The war was won.

The soldier nodded.

"I think the moral boost helped everyone there", Cain smiled, "a happy soldier is more aware than a stressed one. I never want to see my avian comrades stressed."

Maurie reached down for a feather, then looked at Cain.

"That's the one?", Cain chuckled.

"Yes Master", Maurie nodded, then showed the soldier, "is it okay if I take this one?"

"Yes of course, thankyou so much for taking care of my wings", the soldier smiled.

"You're welcome, thankyou for the honor of doing it", Maurie smiled.

A nurse came in with a lunch tray.

"Well, we will head out. Enjoy your meal", Cain started toward the door, "hope to see you at training soon."

Cain stopped at the counter to schedule another appointment.

The nurse from earlier came by.

"Thankyou so much for allowing them to do that", the nurse smiled, "they seem so much happier now."

"You're welcome", Cain smiled down at Maurie, who was examining the feather.

"Thankyou slave girl.... sorry, Maurie for doing that as well. We all appreciate you."

"You're welcome", Maurie looked up, smiling, "I was happy to help."

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[featherlovesrobots]

THAT'S ADORABLE HOLY FLIP. ANON IN SICKFICTROPES' ASKBOX YOU ARE A GENIUS

avian characters are my weakness. especially in whump. augh agnjriebnibunr

It might also be interesting if Whumpee's wings are already in bad shape, not just because they've never been taught how to take care of them but because it's literally impossible to without another person. Their species was meant to exist in big groups. They need someone else to preen their feathers sometimes because there are spots they just can't reach. (Caretaker is up for the job?? THE INTIMACY OF LETTING SOMEONE ELSE GET BEHIND YOU AND TRUSTING THEM NOT TO HURT YOU???? ESPECIALLY IF YOU HAVE BIRD INSTINCTS????????)

I have so many ideas about Whumpee. Why haven't they been taught proper wing care? Have they been held in captivity by ignorant human whumpers? Were they separated from their flock at a young age due to natural disaster or poaching? Were they raised by other avians, but those avians were held in captivity and thus weren't equipped to raise a child from their own species?

also more sleep deprived caretakers. these poor beans cannot catch a break.

avian whumpee who was never taught how to take care of their wings, so caretaker stays up all night learning about their species to be able to help them

aw, so cute and fluffy!! love it!!

[sleepyiswhumping]

When Whumpee walked through the door, the team was ecstatic. She’d been missing for just over a week now. They flocked to her, asking where she’d been, how she was, what happened? But she brushed it all off with “Oh, something personal came up”, “I’m doing fine”, “It’s kinda personal, don’t worry about it”, and the team left it at that. They weren’t ones to intrude on other people’s personal lives. But there was something about the way she hesitated before she answered, and how she never took off the big hoodie she was wearing that struck Caretaker as off. She never wore clothes like that. She liked to have room for her wings. Later that night, when everyone else was in bed, Caretaker came up to her room. Knock, knock. Timidly, Caretaker peeked his head into her room. “Hey.” “Oh, hi Caretaker.” “Do you mind if I come in?” “Nope. What’s up?” Whumpee asked. “I, uh, wanted to see if you were doing okay.” “...Yeah, I’m good.” “You, uh, you sure?” Caretaker asked. “You seemed kinda shaken when you came in today, and I’ve never seen you wear a hoodie that big before.” “‘s just a hoodie.” She mumbled. “It’s not a big deal.” “Normally it wouldn’t be for anyone else,” He admitted, “but I know you. You love to have your wings out so you can stretch them whenever you want. What’s up?” She sighed. “It’s- it’s nothing. Nothing to do with you guys anyway. Don’t worry about it.” “Whumpee, I’m the team’s medic. It’s my job to worry.” “Yeah. Yeah. I was gonna have to get this checked out anyway. J-just, don’t freak out, okay?” She was on the verge of tears now. “P-promise me you w-won’t freak out, please?” Caretaker was concerned now, but didn’t want to upset her more. “Yeah, okay. I promise. Now, let’s see what’s wrong.” Whumpee turned around, then pulled her hoodie off, wincing as it brushed against her wings- wing? She was missing a wing.

[dokidokisadness]

the avian is young, probably about 12 years old, maybe more... the exams weren't very conclusive. He is fully mature, though, tall enought, a very well developed brain. He is smart and seems to really like puzzles.

The Palsy doesn't seem to have any physical cause. The electroencephalogram showed remains of a stroke - just as we had initially guessed - but that is not related to the loss of movement. Our best guess is that it's psychosomatic, an emotional response to the grave head trauma: he cannot move the small wing on his right ear, his right arm and is having difficulty moving his right leg, neck, jaw and the wings on his back. I wonder if the vocal cords were also affected.

his mood has been rather bubbly lately, very odd considering his condition and the fact he hasn't been moving much. I only saw him fully stand up by himself twice this week. he didn't attempt flight either. initially I thought he felt some type of disconfort on his right upper body, but I don't think that is the case... he doesn't seem bothered by it at all, aside from occasionally taking the limp wing on his ear off of his sholder (he did it so many times we decided to strap it on his head).

Overall he looks fine, none of the exams point to any psychological or physical issue. However, he is still... unsual... avians aren't all the same, obviously, but... avians are vocal, they sing and try comunicate as much as possible, yet he is quiet except for very few grunts once in a while. Avians love to fly. I know his condition is... well- staying still this long and not even attempting it... it's odd. Any other avian would be in tears at this point. Avians care a lot about their apearence, yet he isn't interested in it at all. he didn't seem to mind the mirror we placed in his habitat, his feathers are scrambled, he isn't grooming his wings properly... All he does all day is wait for our interactions... this is convenient, of course, I don't have to worry about him making a mess while I'm not looking, but It's abnormal... there's something wrong. I have to investigate this further - maybe less physical exams and more attempts in getting him to talk.