#winged character
Me: “I don’t really like wing whump or characters with wings.”
Also me: *literally kins this asshole and finds whump fics specifically involving his wings*
Me: “Oh, yeah…. heh.”
“If there is love, smallpox scars are as pretty as dimples.” —Japanese Proverb
A winged whumpee whose legs are weak because they’ve flown places their whole life and barely use them. Until one day they’re in a situation where they have to use them.
oooo imagine them trying to stay strong for their winged partner and saying funny/sarcastic things to avoid the emotions they really feel.
Imagine them looking at themselves in the mirror, seeing the ugly scars where their wings used to be and just punching the mirror thereby shattering it.
Them falling to the ground and for a while they just stare at their hands but then they start uncontrollably sobbing and screaming. Just rocking themselves back and forth because they not only does it hurt to see themselves without wings but, they remember.
They remember how it felt to lose them, they remember the unbearable pain, the hopelessness, the emptiness. They remember how their captors laughed at them, how their hands felt on their wings.
Imagine their winged partner finding them surrounded by broken glass crying on the floor and not saying anything, just going down on the floor to hold them in their arms.
The winged partner not exactly knowing what to say or do, just knowing that they have to be there for them.
The winged partner crying on their own once the wingless one is asleep because “oh god why them”
OR their winged partner leaving them the moment they see that they have no wings bc they could never be with someone who was wingless.
A winged whumpee whose legs are weak because they’ve flown places their whole life and barely use them. Until one day they’re in a situation where they have to use them.
oooo imagine them trying to stay strong for their winged partner and saying funny/sarcastic things to avoid the emotions they really feel.
Imagine them looking at themselves in the mirror, seeing the ugly scars where their wings used to be and just punching the mirror thereby shattering it.
Them falling to the ground and for a while they just stare at their hands but then they start uncontrollably sobbing and screaming. Just rocking themselves back and forth because they not only does it hurt to see themselves without wings but, they remember.
They remember how it felt to lose them, they remember the unbearable pain, the hopelessness, the emptiness. They remember how their captors laughed at them, how their hands felt on their wings.
Imagine their winged partner finding them surrounded by broken glass crying on the floor and not saying anything, just going down on the floor to hold them in their arms.
The winged partner not exactly knowing what to say or do, just knowing that they have to be there for them.
The winged partner crying on their own once the wingless one is asleep because “oh god why them”
OR their winged partner leaving them the moment they see that they have no wings bc they could never be with someone who was wingless.
This…is amazing.
OKAY THAT LAST LINE WAS UNCALLED FOR
I love itOK BUT
Think about it: they’re captured, treated poorly, their wings painfully removed, and then discarded.
They make it home (finally, painstakingly) only to be rejected by their partner, friends, family, for no longer having wings.
They continue to suffer - legs always achy from now always having to walk when they never used to. Feet all cut and blistered from not having shoes. Back still bleeding and hurting from the removal. Nowhere to go. Caught in storms. Cold. Hungry. Tired. Alone. No place in the world.
Andthen.
They find or are found by other former winged beings who were also rejected. And are accepted and tended to and cared for and given a place to live and a fresh start. Happy ending + comfort + found family.❤
omg but what if prejudice against wingless people was like, a really big problem. (racism but instead wingism?)
It doesn’t matter if they were taken from you or you weren’t born with them, if you had no wings, there were people who absolutely hated you, who were disgusted by you.
Families who bore wingless children often hid them from the world or abandoned them.
in some places wingless people were hunted for sport, in others they were executed
in more developed places they were experimented on to see if they could reattach wings to make them “normal” (they can’t and it results in a lot of false hope and many deaths)
sometimes, if there’s enough of them, they would stage the occasional protest, often labeled by the media as violent with radical views
Wingless people banding together along with winged allies to tell the rest of the world that they have as much a right to life as the winged ones do.
Civil war! Family against family! Angst! Death! No happy ending in sight!
Idk applying real life stuff (racism) to relate to prejudice against winged people seems really interesting.
