#avian Whumpee

[whump3000]

Thinking about non-human whumpees being kept in the wrong enclosure.

Whumper who decides to stick the avian in the mer tank, and the werewolf who’s afraid of heights get shoved into the avian’s cage, hanging above Whumper’s staircase.

The avian desperately struggling to keep their head above the water as their wings slowly drag them under, unbearably heavy and water-logged. Mer Whumpee slowly swims around them, curious, but too afraid to help under Whumper’s watchful gaze, trying to ignore the horrible spluttering sounds and cries for help Avian Whumpee is making.

Meanwhile, Werewolf Whumpee is curled up in the fetal position in the center of the cage, trying their best not to move and send the whole thing swinging, thinking anxiously about the full moon later that night. They lay there, wondering if the untamed chaos of their wolf form will send the whole thing crashing down onto the cold marble floor below. Will they wake up tomorrow in a puddle of their own blood, the wreckage of the cage around them and the wrath of Whumper waiting to greet them?

#whump #non human whumpee #avian whumpee #werewolf whumpee #mer whumpee #whumper #whump thoughts #whump scenario #whump writing #whump blog

[cuteangsty]

Whump prompt 4#

[tw: self harm]

Whumpee is already with caretaker, but they can't understand the fact they don't have to be punished anymore, so they start to think it's a test and begin to punish themselves.

Whumpee

They usually use anything in their environment to "punish themselves", especially human whumpees, they are quite adaptable.

Avian whumpees mostly scratch their thighs, wrists and wings, pulls feathers.

Vampire whumpees bite themselves or try to eat chunks of their own skin.

Werewolf whumpees also try to eat their own skin or scratch themselves.

Caretaker

Caretaker is horrified when they witness it. They had been noticing the new bruises/ cuts/ bites, but they never would have expected this.

They try to explain once again that punishment is not needed, that whumper won't punish them.

Caretaker tries to help whumpee get clean from self harming, little by little. Telling them to not cut/ bite/ etc... Only 10 times, then only 5... Until they can be clean.

Whumper

If Whumper ever gets to see this happen, they are initially interested in such reaction.

Whumper asks whumpee what kind of punishment do they think they deserve and then tell them to do it.

They make whumpee count the wounds made by themselves and even turn it into a competition.

Later he starts to get bored of it and yells at whumpee that "only they can hurt whumpee" or "they can't even do that right"

#tw: self half #whumper #whumpee #whumplr #caretaker #whump prompt #whump #avian whumpee #avian whump #vampire whumpee #vampire whump #werewolf whumpee #werewolf whump #human whumpee #non human whump #whump prompts #mine #pet whump #whump drabble #whump writing

[abhainnwhump]

Whumper chopping off an avian/angel Whumpee's wings, breading them, and sizzling them in hot oil to make chicken wings.

Or maybe they leave the wings on and sizzle them while they're still attached. Whumpee suffers either way.

#look #I've been drawing gay skeletons all day and I'm tired #but this idea won't leave me alone #like Whumpee pecking against Whumper for stealing their wings #crack whump #whump #whump prompt #body horror #whump writing #whump tropes #noncon body modification #cannibalism whump #angel whumpee #avian whumpee #fried food

[breakyourwhumpees]

some old whump art i found in one of my sketchbooks

#whump #whump art #wing whump #angel whumpee #nonhuman whumpee #winged whumpee #avian whumpee #angel whump #nonhuman whump #breakyourwhumpees.art

[dokidokisadness]

Adam

・❥・ Avian Crow

・❥・  167 cm

・❥・ male

・❥・ ??? years old (seems to be around 23 to 25)

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ has a very curious nature and always tries to explore the envoirement he is in, rarely flying short distances, just so he can get the chance to see everything he deems interesting.  

He may seem like a good listener, remaining quiet for the most time and keeping a very steady eye contact (maybe to steady, sometimes), but he actually struggles a lot with spoken language, mostly navigating through key words, the general mood and tone of voice and mainly body language. He is however, able to mimic and replicate certain sounds he heard (like, how crows do), but not fully understand the meaning all together. when it comes to written language he is actually very good and tends to like reading large books about flowers and herbs.

whenever he does fly, he usually takes it to a rather playful side, enjoing the breeze and making loops.

flying is very important for Avians in general, so important to the point where not being able to do it is a major cause for stress and anxiety.

Avian headcannons

I’m working on a little project, just trying to introduce some characters so I can make my on little aus and writting some whump in my free time (or in my busy time, procrastinating >:3)

#whump #whumplr #whump oc #whumpee #whump art #whumpee art #hurt #avian #avian art #crow #anime boy #bruises #cuts #Adam OC #Adam whumpee #my art #mine #wing clipping

[blindbisexualgoose]

Winged Whumpee Prompts

Having their wings clipped and no longer being able to fly (bonus points if Whumper then forces them to try and fly ie. over broken glass or with a chain around their neck that will hang them if they stop flying,etc. )

Not being seen as a human, but as a wild animal and being treated as such

Whumper ‘preening’ Whumpee’s wings and just cutting off/pulling out handfuls of feathers

Trying to fold their wings protectively around them to hide

Whumper forcing them to stand on a stool and then nailing their wings to the wall. Whumper then proceeds to pull the stool out from under Whumpee’s feet, ripping their wings

Being put on display

Having their wings tied up with wire or rope that cuts deep into the flesh and feathers

Having more bat-like wings and Whumper carving letters into them whilst shining a torch from behind Whumpee and the writing is shown on the wall

Whumper taking them out for a fly, but keeping them on a heavy chain that makes it very hard to fly at all

Whumper forbidding them from flying and eventually when Whumpee escapes they find the muscles are so weak that they physically can’t fly

#Whump #Whump prompt #whumpee #whumper #winged character #winged whumpee #winged whumper #not a story just a prompt list #whump community #hybrid character #hybrid #bird hybrid #avian hybrid

[caledine]

Just an underrated trope, AVIAN WHUMPEES?? There is so much that could possibly happen.

Whumper having whumpee follow around behind them or sit on their shoulders— an extra set of hands

Whumper pulling out a feather whenever he needs to sign something ( make whumpee hold the ink pot)

Not allowing whumpee to stretch out there wings ( bonus : having them bound)

Whumpee scared to chirp even though their instincts scream at them

Whumpee staring at the birds outside the window wishing they could fly around like them

Whumpee stress picking at their feathers

Whumpee being shoved in a small dangling birdcage in whumpers room

Whumpee using their wings as a shield only to damage them further

Whumpee’s wings being clipped and put on display above whumpers bed

Being treated like an animal

Broken wings

The list goes on…

#whump writing #whump scenario #whump community #whump prompt #whump #whump tropes #winged whumpee #writeblr

[whump3000]

#whump #whump poll #winged whumpee #wing whump #whump tropes #whump thoughts #whump writing #whump scenario #whump blog

[cuteangsty]

Avian headcanons [Hurt/injured]

PART 2

This is more focused on the mental and psicological part of it so...

[tw: depression, anxiety, panic attacks, suicide, sexual harassment, self harm]

- flying is extremely important to most avians, so much so that not being able to fly can severely affect their psyche.

- An Avian with a broken wing is a very delicate thing, some of them don't accept it and keep trying to fly despite how much it hurts, damaging them even further.

- some avians, on the other hand, are extremely careful, not wanting to move an inch to not damage it any further. However this behavior should not be taken as responsible either, most of them never feel fully recovered and may develop an irrational fear of flight.

- if the wings don't recover correctly, they might develop bumps or become deformed, making a lifelong lasting damage.

- avians who can't accept the fact that they won't ever fly anymore don't usually last long. They eat less, sleep less and start isolate themselves from others, and most likely end their own lives.

- avians' wings are also tied in with sex. Many of them enjoy having their wings brushed and caressed during intercourse. An unwanted repeated touch reads as harassment.

-Such touching can even lead to frustration when it's not proceeded with the intercourse. This however is a purely physical reaction, although they become frustrated, that doesn't mean they wanted to proceed with it.

- when they become frustrated, it usually manifests as an increased temperature, exposed claws and a lot of noise, it may even lead to violet reaction when interacting with them shortly after.

- clipped wings can grow back, slowly, but can grow back. They are aware if this, but that doesn't mean they are less anxious about it, usually they have the same reaction they would have to a broken wing.

-if the wings are clipped there are ways of twisting and positioning them to make them grow back deformed. But simply clipping them regularly can also cause deformities.

-when having a panic attack, they are usually pretty loud about it, screaming, flapping their wings and sometimes even scratching or picking feathers.

- it's a pretty bad idea to try and restrain them during a panic episode. It just makes it worse for them. The best thing to do is try to calm them down, approach slowly and speak calmly, otherwise things will escalate and they might respond violently towards you or themselves.

- avian who become depressed with their broken/ deformed/ clipped wings can become violent, antisocial or even suicidal. They become jealous of other avians and reluctant to get a mate, thinking they are just useless and ugly without their wings.

- some avians might start self harming in response to such feelings. They bang their head against the wall, scratch themselves with their claws, bite themselves, pick their feathers, you name it. Some even go as far as to jump from high places or jumping in deep water.

- depressed or anxious Avians enjoy being talked to, even by humans, tho they don't always respond to stimuli.

#whump #whump prompt #avian whump #writing prompts #avian headcanons #whumplr #whumpee #wing prompts #avian #hurt/comfort #mine

[andithewhumper]

Experimentations Chapter 1: Nets and Traps

content: avian whumpee, scientist whumper, female whumper, nets, capture

Started this rp a while ago and wanted to post it. I'll be updating regularly. There is a bit of a backlog for this one. :)

Streak was stuck. He wasn't panicking, because obviously everything would be fine. Everything always was, and eventually this would be too. He just couldn't move. Or see. That was the more pressing concern, actually, the seeing part. The net he'd triggered had closed up quite tight, and his wings burritoed him. He couldn't see anything but feathers, and that was a bit of a problem. 

"Helllooooooo..." He cried out again, wriggling uselessly. He strained to hear if anything was around, but he couldn't tell. His feathers may have blocked his vision and hearing, but at least they would insulate him if he was still here when night fell. He wouldn't die of exposure, and that was good! Perhaps the only good news he had right now.

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Dr. Vaughn hadn't wanted to get her hopes up today. The usual migration patterns of the avians in this area dictated that this late in the season it was very unlikely that there were any avians coming through this stretch of forest. When she got the notification that her trap had triggered she was thrilled. She only hoped that it hadn't been triggered by a deer again. When she arrived to the site she held back a gasp. The avian she caught was an adult with large dark brown wings. She couldn't quite tell if the avian was male or female due to the amusing predicament it had gotten itself into. That was until the creature gave out a low cry. Dr. Vaughn smiled. She had caught a male. She imagined he would put up an honorable fight. She pulled down the lever that controlled the trap and watched with intrigue as the net fell from its suspended position. The net, of course, remained firmly trapping the avian.

He let out a shout as he plummeted, his wings straining against the net instinctively, trying to catch him. But it didn't work, and he fell hard, with another shout. It hurt, a lot, but nothing was broken. He flexed his wings, making sure. Bruised, yes, but not broken. "Please, let me out!" He called, figuring someone must be there. "There's been a mistake! I'm not a bird, as I'm sure you can see! I'm an avian!" He wriggled around more, but there wasn't much he could do. Or anything he could do. "I understand the confusion, as I am devastatingly gorgeous and expertly preened-" thank you Loe, "But I am, in fact, sentient, so if you could please cut the net?"

Dr. Vaughn smiled at the avian's cries. She walked over to uncover a cart that was tucked away behind a large tree. She pulled the cart over to the avian and unhooked the latch in the back, making a small click as the metal was freed. She smirked again at the avain's words. He was arrogant, that was for sure. All the better; the arrogant ones were always the loudest. Dr. Vaughn crouched down next to the avian who, despite claiming he was well-preened, was currently a frantic ball of feathers. She reached out and picked up a large feather that had come loose in his struggle. It was a long feather, most likely from the outer wings and, to the avian's credit, was in near perfect condition. It was a chocolatey brown with black accents. Dr. Vaughn smiled, highly pleased with her capture. "Don't worry," Dr. Vaughn said lowly, leaning toward the avian, "I am well aware that you are sentient. I'm a scientist. Rest assured you're in good hands. My name is Doctor Vaughn."

"Cool, very cool," he commented anxiously, still unable to see who it was. "I don't need a doctor, I'm great, I am. So if you can please just let me out-" His struggles renewed and a hand punched through a hole in the net. He waved and laughed awkwardly. "Hi there. Please let me out now." He was running out of patience. "I need to get home now, I've been here a while now and I need to get going." He was worried, he needed to get home. Loe would be worried, he was supposed to be home soon. He was only going out for a fun flight.

Dr. Vaughn chuckled. "You misunderstand me. I am not a medical doctor, I'm a scientist, a researcher if you may." The doctor rolled up her sleeves and grabbed the bottom of the net, then she hoisted the avian into the cart, only straining a small amount despite the weight of the adult male. She situated the ball of feathers carefully in the bed of the cart and latched the gate back. When she stepped away she noticed that the avian had shifted enough that his eye was visible. She leaned down to examine it. His eye was a stunning shade of brown that was widened in confusion. Dr. Vaughn gave him a gleeful smile. "And you won't have to worry about your home. You won't be going back there any time soon." 

Next

#avian whumpee #wing whump #scientist whumper #whump

[abhainnwhump]

I had the weirdest "whump" dream last night.

(Content warnings: Lady whump, medical whump, possible minor whumpee because I couldn't tell the age, future noncon body mods, living weapon, zombies. Pathetic zombies.)

So the first half was about this avian girl and her little sister flying through a rustic village. The girl flew faster and left her sister in the dust. She turned down an alleyway and fell into a net. Iris (that's what I'm calling her because she had rainbow-tipped hair and I don't want to keep calling her "the girl") struggled to break out when suddenly, a lavender gas filled the air and she passed out.

Iris woke up in a lab strapped to a table. She struggled until a doctor came in. His face was hidden by a hood. Iris threw insults at him until the doctor shocked her with a remote.

He explained she was going to be turned into a living weapon to stop the apocalypse, which I will go over in a minute. Her wings were going to be ripped apart, her arm turned into a cannon, and her left eye replaced with a cyborg component. Iris screamed, "NO!" and thrashed in her restraints.

The doctor tilted her chin with his hand. "It's either you or your sister. We need one of you."

Iris stopped struggling. Ariz (as I'm going to call her) was somewhere between six and ten. Iris wouldn't let that happen to her only family member, even if she was adopted. She sighed in defeat, willing to take the hit if it meant Ariz would be safe.

That plotline ended with the doctor grinning and preparing Iris for surgery.

Now the main plot was a zombie apocalypse, except instead of traditional zombies, the infection was getting turned into this:

Imagine you're going about your day and doing errands, and then you see a swarm of about fifty default Roblox girls trying to rip your organs out. That was the dream in a nutshell.

As you could tell, it was a tonal nightmare.

#crack whump #whump things #whump dream #lady whump #roblox meme #whump idea #avian whumpee #lady whumpee #self sacrifice #medical whump #living weapon

[bandits-whump-collection]

Here's a tip for nonhuman whump:

Look at veterinary medicine, and try incorporating some of those symptoms in.

Is your werewolf whumpee in shock? They might display human symptoms, like rapid light pulse and fast breathing, but what about dog symptoms? Completely blanched tear ducts and almost pure white gums?

Or a tabaxi/catfolk whumpee, what if they're panting under extreme stress and no one around realizes this isn't normal, because they've seen it with canines?

Maybe an angel or avian whumpee with feathers torn and snapped, some of them without any feeling past the initial pain on the follicle, but broken blood feathers feeling excrutiating against open air?

Works for fantasy species with no equivalent too, seeing a dragon panting when they shouldn't could be terrifying to their rider, or an alien with rich green flesh and blood suddenly appearing to have pale blue gums after suffering blood loss works as well.

Looking up real medicine for things beyond humans can give your nonhumans a truly nonhuman feel, and might even help you learn about your own pet, and how to care for them better than ever.

#whump prompt #whump resource #whump suggestion #nonhuman whumpee #pet whump #if you choose #animal harm mention

[vespertineneon]

This would be a shelter whump story. It would involve my 3 whumpee avians, and my Whumper oc.

#interactive whump #interactive story #whump #y/n whump #y/n whumper #y/n whumpee #winged whumpee #avian whump #avian whumpee #winged whump #pet whump #multiple whumpees #ocs

[vivulapom]

CENTAUR WHUMP!!!

stress positions!!! i bet there are Plenty of very uncomfortable positions to bind a centaur in. simply imagine.

centaur whumpee falling unconscious to the floor.. centaur whumpee too weak to move.. in any case they're too bulky to move with any ease..

forcing whumpee to act like whumper's horse, maybe treated like one, forced to wear a saddle, forced to carry extremely heavy things on their back/act as a packhorse or forced to pull a cart or whumper's carriage..

bleeding from whumper's spurs or whip.. having to drag their lower body around to get places.. bound in a place they could easily undo if only they could reach..

ofc can be made more fun with specific world rules on centaurs / different types of centaurs (imagine a taur with wings. avian whumpee but more fun)

you see the vision right?

#whump #whumpblr #whumpee #whump writing #whump tropes #whump prompt #whump scenario

[dokidokisadness]

Whump prompt + art

(With my OC's :3 )

[Adam - avian whumpee]

[Idris - human caretaker]

The avian was sitting limp in his cell, the short wings hanging from his back, it's been a long time since they have been clipped... At the beginning it was painful, he would whimper and groan from the awful pain, day and night. But now... Well, not anymore. It's just numb. The avian wished he could go back to that horrible pain, keeping him up and alert, he wished he could go back to that feeling of needing to run away, to find a way back home. At the very least, he would be feeling something, anything at all...

Someone entered his cell, it doesn't matter who it is... It's a human, of course it is. Probably there to hurt him even more, like the countless bruises and open wounds aren't enough already. The human seems to be in a hurry, he dashes towards the avian and starts to inspect him with a concerned look in his eyes.

"wh-what have they done to you?" The human asks as he checks for the pulse and breathing.

The avian doesn't respond, he didn't understand question, and even if he did, isn't the answer obvious?

"it's going to be okay... I'll- I'll help you, okay? Just -" he glances at the wings "...just stay with me"

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:

The avian is laying on the cell floor, on top of the Hunan's coat. The human himself is sitting right next to him, he opes a brief case and the chemical smell immediately fills the room. The human picks a few items out of it, some tubes, a syringe and a lot of bandages. The human turns back the avian.

The avians' face was cut right in the middle, the ankle was destroyed, his back is unrecognizable, the infected cuts on his chest were at the verge of a necrosis, his breathing is shallow and Ill-paced, a result of the untreated fractured ribs, there was a constant nervous tik moving his finger, the one movement he could stop even when tired... The nose had stopped bleeding, but the dried blood still remained, obstructing his nostrils...

The human started to clean the blood and was preparing to patch his wounds, he had a depressing expression, looking directly at the avians' eyes, such eyes remained unbothered, completely absencent, as if nothing was happening.

"look..." The human sighed "I'm sorry, I-... I really am... This wasn't what I wanted, I-..."

He stops, it's too late now.

"just, please, look at me... Please"

No response.

"I'm sorry, I never meant for this to happen..." He caressed the avians face, trying to provide some level of comfort, or safety.

"please, just look at me..." he just can't believe, nothing is working for him anymore. the human, always know for the calm and soothing voice is unable to comfort... The usual curious look of the avian has now been replaced by a lifeless glare...

"please, Adam..." He whispered, quietly, like he said it to himself...

The avians' glare immediately move towards him. The glare is still unamused, but it moved.

"Adam?" The human was unsure if he saw it right.

The avian was shocked. This. This thing! That. This thing he just said. It's very familiar...

"ah...a-" the avian attempts to replicate it, but the throat is too sore for the sound to come out.

The avian suddenly jumps onto the Hunan's lap.

"Adam!?" He feels a quite light yet unexpected shove on his chest "wait, you'll hurt yourself!"

But the avian - Adam - doesn't care. He barely listened. It's right, isn't it? That's it. Him?! Adam!

"Ah-!" Adam puts a hand in his own chest. Trying to recall his name. This name, nobody calls him like that in such a long time... No one calls him anything at all...

"yes! You! You're Adam! Yes!" The human violently nods and repeats the words 'yes' and 'adam' trying to be as clear as possible. He was still worried with Adam moving like this when he is that injured, but he moved! He spoke... Kinda

Adam interrupts the human's nodding and puts a hand in his face with a confused look.

Adams knows this man, he really does, but... Who is he? The name! He means to ask.

"you... Don't remember... Me?" The human pieces together. "I'm Idris... Remember?" He said a little concerned.

The avian doesn't say anything tho... Adam simply brushes the tip of his fingers on the Idris face... It's almost coming together, but he is still not sure...

"It's ok, adam... you'll remember..." Idris smiles camly "It's ok..."

Adam's eyes tear up... he has never been so happy to hear his own name...

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