#wing pain

[raggedybitchboy]

Maaaaaan my right wing has been hurting since yesterday... gah

I blame the beds made for humans

(context: my right shoulder blade has been hurting, prolly since I slept wrong)

[cyraniadebergerac]

The Waning Star (Scene 1)

           “Why do you make this so difficult, Star? I’m only making sure the academy has no cause to kick you out. I’m looking out for your best interests here.”

           “My best interests?!” Starscream screeched within the confines of their cramped, two bedroom apartment’s living room, his large wings shooting straight up. “Skyfire, they’re my Trine, my brothers by spark, if not by heritage. It's in my best interests to not lose them through inactivity. I haven’t even seen them since coming to Iacon.” The white and red Seeker sat back onto the dingy, blue, narrow chair with a groan, his wings dropping down over the armrests. The evening sunlight filtering through the large window overlooking Iacon’s glittering, golden cityscape washed over him. “I understand that the workload and other obligations and opportunities make it so I can’t visit Vos during the holidays. I could understand waiting till I settled in until inviting them up. But that concern is irrelevant now. They deserve a chance to at least visit!”

           “Star, Star, Star.” Skyfire sighed and leaned over the smaller Cybertronian, gripping Star’s shoulder with his smooth, white servo. “It’s hard enough for the both of us here being flight frames, this being grounders’ home turf and all. It doesn’t help that you’re the first Seeker, if not warframe, to attend the Iacon Science Academy. You have to be careful, though. One wrong twitch and you’re out of here without any of your masters completed or certification to undergo deep space exploration. Having other Seekers come out here will definitely cause twitching.”

           “And the afts can’t handle the fact that I know other Seekers?!” Starscream pushed the Shuttle forward and stood up. “I’ve been holding my glossa when anyone makes remarks about the ‘flightiness of Seekers’ or other such things that are truly wrong. I’ve been putting up with you being my quote/unquote minder to make the administration happy. I’ve gone more than three months without going ‘trigger-happy’ or getting into brawls. Heck, I’ve been skirting ground sickness because of the flight restrictions you suggested. The academy can handle my trinemates for a few solar-cycles and they’re stupid if they---.” Starscream hissed as Skyfire’s servo crumpled his sensitive wing, sending painful daggers shooting through his frame.

           The Shuttle tutted. “Is pain really the only thing you warframes understand?” His grip tightened, causing Starscream to gasp. Skyfire leaned down and grabbed his fellow student’s chin to lock optics. “Anything you do that threatens your place here also threatens mine. I haven’t withstood years of scorn and disbelief that a Shuttle has the processor storage space to get into university only to have an upstart warframe like you ruin my chances. Your trinemates are not to come here or otherwise distract you from your research and classwork. You may be remarkably bright for a Seeker, but that doesn’t negate the work you’ll need to do to keep up. If your trine ever comes within this vicinity, I’ll make sure they never make that mistake again.”

           “You touch my Trine and you’re dead!” Starscream unsheathed his claws and made as if to swipe. Skyfire let go of Star’s chin, deftly caught the deadly servo, then sighed.

           “You really want to do this Star? Who would the academy most likely believe if you were accused of unprovoked vicious assault with intention to maim or kill?  

Star’s ruby optics narrowed into a glare, but he held still. The Shuttle was right, regrettably. Starscream ex-vented for some micro-klicks, cooling his fury, before resheathing his claws and casting his optics downwards. Skyfire had the power here, for the moment.

           The Shuttle smiled. “I’m glad we have an understanding.” He let go of the Seeker’s wing and headed towards the kitchen. “I’ll grab the first aid kit. Wouldn’t be good to show up in class tomorrow with a wing like that.”

           Starscream slumped back into the chair and glared at the retreating figure. Skyfire had won for now, but this wasn’t over yet. Starscream could survive this, bide his time under Skyfire’s rule. He’d be rid of him and any other “minders” once he’d graduated. He’d show them then. In the meantime, he’d just have to wait. No chance of outside help for this. He was on his own.

[angel--finder]

Not a call or any kind of request, just a divine/angelkin tip: diffuse or smell Frankincense oil if you're stressed it is sooo calming, we use alot of essential oils at my house and there is one blend we have that is supposed to alleviate stress and anxiety, but it doesn't work as good for me as the Frankincence does I take our diffuser into my room and diffuse it like I even feel my wings relax

!!!

(i don’t actually know what frankincence smells like but this seems really nice!! I’ll have to try it :^))

-Mod Anafiel

[angel--finder]

my wings have been hurting all day and idk what to do. usually it goes away when i give them space and strech a bit, but not this time apparently :^)

aww, I’m sorry you’re in pain. I have a post that might help? If not, try to get comfy and maybe drink some something warm and nice. I hope you feel better soon :)

-Mod Anafiel

[guardianfractal-blog]

Wing related and phantom pain but then I get a little upset and yeah. Like if read please? I’m dpd and I just really need the attention right now. tysm ~ –

After something last night my wings have felt corporeal again, feathery and solid feeling rather than a dark blue and sometimes blue-black energy. The first thing I noticed besides the obvious “weight” and feel of it, the solidity, was the colour I thought I had lost has come back. Or really, I’m more solidly manifested. It’s sort of a tawny combination of white and brown. I noticed because when it happened I felt feathery and puffy.

The pain is… More pronounced, more definite and corporeal. It registers much more solidly, I dare to say perhaps even much more “real-ly” as it is not literally corporeal.

I tried smoothing down my feathers when I woke and moved my wing when I did. It was. Painful. I can’t furl it properly and when I agitate it, well. Movement hurts and contact hurts and being tense to avoid moving it hurts.

I slept all day because of my wing yesterday and today. Today I had a hot shower and that hurt.

Sometimes the joint just burns, but that deep distracting arthritic itch-burn. It’s mostly radiant down the humerus (the “upper wing” bone that connects to the shoulder joint) because a part of the damage is there, though there is a lot of pressure and pain in the shoulder joint. There is also an occasional numbness that radiates down my right side. Most of the pain is in the upper end of the humerus and a close second is the joint.

I can move the rest of my wing but I can’t extend it and I can’t really close it either. For the most part I try not to move it at all. Needless to say my counter balance is considerably thrown due to this.

It’s distressing. I try not to think about it but it is seriously. Hard. I had a panic attack when I first found out that I’d broken it. It came around the time I had a flashback to the event in my timeline. I don’t remember what happened, I only vaguely remember being found and not being very with it and a little of what came after but the rest is very blury.

I can’t take anything for it because the pain isn’t physiological. Not much even works for our hand anyway.

I just want. I don’t know. Even thinking about it now is making me feel uneasy. Sometimes I think I can feel the sound of it breaking and I.

No. I have to be okay so I can’t really afford to go down that path. To think about it.

I want to be comforted, maybe, but I am on the other side of the world from the only person I want that kind of assurance from. The only person I will let touch my wings.

Being away is really hard. I feel like there is always something that makes me more needy. I thought if I internalised it then I wouldn’t feel the distance so much but with something like this.

My wing breaking is huge and I don’t know how to handle it. What I remembered in the nightmare the other night. That is huge too. Remembering when the veil fell in endverse and what happened to me. Remembering the last thing I did with my grace before I ran out in that timeline. So very much from the other, canon based timeline. I can’t deal with this. I am not wired to know how to deal with this.

I want things to be easier. I want things to have an end and to get better and to start making sense. I want to feel okay.

I wish that I didn’t feel alone and abandoned because of heaven’s conditioning – I know that I am not really alone. But I feel it anyway.

[seagullfloaties]

Advice?

Any tips for a guardian who's wings hurt from underuse? I can't get them to move unless I'm mad ;-;

[fnickissuperman]

It's actually kind of... Nice to be on the move again.

I feel like we're actually doing something, not sitting around and waiting for trouble to come to us.

It'd be better if I could fly. Or even move my left wing.

Guess I can't have it all.