#flightless wings au

[mockingjaybirds]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/60354706

(1972 words)

MockingJaylad

Chapters: 1/3

Fandom: Batman - All Media Types

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Relationships: Tim Drake & Dick Grayson, Tim Drake & Jason Todd, Tim Drake & Alfred Pennyworth

Characters: Tim Drake (DCU), Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Alfred Pennyworth, Bruce Wayne, Stephanie Brown

Additional Tags: Tim Drake-centric (DCU), Young Tim Drake, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Wiings

3 Times a bird breaks its wings

Little preview:

I mean, in his defense, when you leave a child alone in an impersonal museum of a home like that one for long enough they will run out of ways to entertain themselves pretty quickly and they will find more things to do no matter what. Even if it’s dangerous. Even if it involves climbing up a very tall tree. Even if it’s an impromptu solo flying lesson that is doomed to fail.

[mockingjaylad]

Ok now real joy and happiness birthday post for little Timmy this time wings AU teaching himself how to fly !!

At least he wore SOME safety equipment… Though I don’t think it helped too much….

AU info under if ur interested ^_^

Pt. 1

AU Master Blog @mockingjaybirds

[justanother-fan]

Tim Drake Red Robin, but cinematic.

Based off this new concept design for FW AU by mockingjaylad:

(I messed up a few parts but I think I got most of it right)

For those who can't tell, I'm totally not obsessed with the Flightless Wings AU /s

[juustozzi]

listen listen i have an idea for the winged people au

what if kidou was also a winged person but instead of being able to fly his a hela good swimmer because he has penguin wings.

ooh that's interesting!! I'd like to think that penguin wings and other "unconventional" types aren't more rare than any other type, but just due to there being waaay more usual wings than these, they seem to be really rare - and they're not the kind you usually flaunt around too much.

for Kidou.. what if his wings were deemed "useless" and "unnecessary" and he grew up hiding them with his cape? (since it's a world of soccer and not swimming) and only later (when joining Raimon?) he learned to let them be a part of himself and stop hiding them.

he never learns to be super expressive with them though (also due to him being not too expressive otherwise either), but maybe with a little help of intense emotions every now and then... and maybe he uses his wings to (playfully) smack others when they're being dumb? (and I'm not having the brain currently to figure out if the penguin wings could be used to some aerodynamic effect with soccer, but if that's possible, I think Kidou would figure it out and prove that they're not useless to him after all!)

Go era Kidou is confident and comfortable and open about his wings. since he doesn't need his wings to have the same range of motion as most do, I think he'd prefer coats with storm flaps or cuts imitating that for easy wing fitting, letting his wings move enough but not needing the specific fit for a full-range movement.

oh and yeah I think he enjoys swimming and he's really good at it! I think there could be separate water sports for people with water bird wings (diving birds and such), but even when Kidou likes to swim, it has never been really his passion (and he was pulled into the soccer world before he could really figure out where his interest truly lie).

[zestyderg]

It did not take me long to make battle form joe 🧍

(Oh, and Dimetro Dina, who is having one of the worst fights of her life....)

[cubbihue]

It is 5am and I read through the whole blog and I love love love the family dynamics and all the thought you’ve put into the lore and details 🩷 so! You’ve mentioned that if there aren’t any kids to make godkids, there won’t be any food for fairies. What do you mean by that? 👀

Also! Is there anything you wanna draw/tell us about the AU that nobody’s asked yet?

Is it still 5am for u, im sorry i've trapped u in 5am for 2 days now.

SO! Fairies feed on emotions, and different courts have different diets! The most common one is "desire". However, desires can't be harvested unless it's released from the human's body and becomes magic. The best way to do this is to have the person "Make a Wish".

This is why Fairies can't get desires from adults! Adults have a strong resistance to memory-tampering magic, which means their wishes are near impossible to grant if Fairies want to stay hidden.

After the wish is granted, the desire is removed and sent to the Big Wand. From there, desires leak out across Fairyworld, and fairies get to eat! It tastes best in the form of chocolate cake, I've heard.

Bitties Series: [Start] > [Previous] > [Next]

Fun fact: Fairy Wings can be damaged or removed. Jorgen Vonstrangle doesn't have wings anymore!! He's a flightless fairy.

[okartichoke]

ace avian. that’s what we’re calling this 🗣️🗣️🗣️

please let me know if you have any thoughts or suggestions or input or anything! i’m happy to bounce ideas around (i'll post DL-6 someday soon i swear)

link to masterpost || explations below cut

shoutout to the anon who sent in that ask bc i seriously fell in love with blue jay phoenix. SHOUTOUT TO TAKAHE PHOENIX TOO THO takahe phoenix, you will forever be in my heart and im glad you existed <3333,, (maybe in this au he’s got some loving adoptive takahe parents :3) (YKNOW WHAT YEAH that’s canon now)

but yeah, flight-avoidant jay phoenix still lends itself well to the common-man hardworking underdog vibe i want from him. speaking of flight-avoidant...

Phoenix's relationship with flying:

It's a bit complicated. Basically, Phoenix can fly, but he historically chooses not to. From the lack of any practice, he's an INCREDIBLY weak flier. (That hovering is really all he can manage)

For one, he's still afraid of heights. Can't help that. This fear means he was less inclined to practice flying, which made him a weaker flier. And being a weaker flier, in turn, made his fear of heights worse. And so on, in a loop. With flightless parents too (it's canon now it's canon), there's even less of a reason to learn to fly. At some point, not flying might've even become something he stuck with out of stubbornness lol, knowing Phoenix.

(I will soon be making a couple small world building posts, but) flying isn't necessary to get around in their society. Convenient, sure, but Phoenix realized he could make do without, and so he did. Phoenix, you icon. Slay. 💅💅

i know this probably isn't the popular take with wing AUs??, but Phoenix being flightless (or at least semi-flightless) sounded like a really fun take on the idea to me. His name is irony at its peak. I also look forward to exploring how other characters react to him not flying. The prosecutors are going to have so many cheap insult opportunities.

As I mentioned though, he still uses his wings a LOT, though. He's much more emotive with them than most people. His sarcastic inner-dialogue remarks are also betrayed by his wings lmao

I also imagine bird-folk never really invented bikes (riding would just be annoying with their wings, plus bikes aren't fast/efficient enough to outweigh just flying), so instead, Phoenix gets around on a little wing-powered scooter device (like scootaloo lol) (they're usually made for children who can't fly yet, but Phoenix still uses one)

finally, wow, stellar jay’s are quite literally just phoenix wright as a bird lmao? color scheme, hair, it’s uncanny. give it a pink tie and it just is Phoenix Wright, i used a blue jay since they’ve got a bit more striking wings but wow.

(ty again for the support and for reading my essay ! :3)

one more thing, but @kora-kat YES YES YES this. ^^^^ omg THIS. this is still true even though he's a jay now.

[berryicet]

I love the bird au thingy- They all look adorable and tiny and KEVFKALGBTKSLTTN

I want to cradle Victim- they look so cute-

Also.. Is Victim like flightless?

basically yeah

they have a cast hidden under the feathers meant to keep the wing from drooping, and he cant really use the wing when it's on bcus it would hurt+break the cast

when the cast is off tho he can certainly beat his wings to somewhat propel himself off the ground and keep himself in the air for a few seconds, but he still crashes after a bit because the feathers are crooked and can't flex properly

he's basically about as flightless as a chicken

[theburrowss]

Solar Event [Chapter 2]

Pair: Scar/Grian [DesertDuo]

Tags: Space AU, Space Cowboys, Eventual Romance, Fluff and Angst, Comfort

Summary: Grian takes his first flight. Afterwards, he and Scar head to Nesslix in search of replacement parts for Grian’s wrecked ship.

There, they meet a new face.

Words: 11k

Link: Solar Event Chapter 2 on Ao3!

An excerpt from the chapter:

As the month passed, Grian slowly grew accustomed to his prosthetic.

After crash landing into Bedeyl—more specifically Scar’s house—and barely getting out of the wreckage in one piece, the Lydian assumed that he’d be flightless forever. Avians like him needed at least four wings to fly, and the crash left him with three. Scar was kind enough to let him stay and nurse him back to health, but each day was a constant reminder that he was now bound to the ground beneath him. He would no longer feel the exhilarating sensation of the cool breeze against his face as he dipped in the skies and flew above the clouds.

It was a painful reality to accept, especially for an avian like him, but Grian was ready to take on his new life as a flightless bird.

That was, until Scar walked into the bedroom after a long day of work and a fresh shower—and a protesthic. A new wing. His fourth wing.

Grian would hate to admit it out loud, but he did cry in Scar’s arms. He cried some more after he looked at himself in the mirror, because there he was. No longer a flightless bird. No longer a three-winged avian that was cursed to trek the lands instead of soaring through the air, where he belonged.

No amount of words or actions would ever be enough to describe Grian’s gratitude towards Scar.

[sasiaucompetition]

Fics Submitted to the Event

Okay, so apparently links count as characters, and you can only have so many characters per block of text. That is why the end of the list looks like that.

This is the list of all AUs entered, with links. Originally I was going to do links separate, but then I realized it would be easier to do it this way.

The AUs I know that are Mature and up have been marked, but please contact me if there are others on the list that haven't been!

The Other Side of the Mirror - @/Frejennix and @/Lalijinx (ao3)

Chessboxing AU - @/arealsword (ao3)

What you need - @/Anxiousgaypanicking (18+) (tumblr)

Happily Ever After Universe - @/edupunkn00b (ao3)

Never Met You - @/Nad98 (ao3)

Archduke of Demonic Cultivation - @/ThreeCrowsInATrenchcoat (ao3)

One Coffee, Morally Gray - @/Duckduck_Scribblerswan (Caellie_E_and_Vaye_R) (ao3)

A Dragon's Treasure - @/TypicallyUntipical (ao3)

Fairies in the Forest - @/Ended_Flames (ao3)

Ghost Janus AU - @/SoDoRoses (FairyChess) (ao3)

Logan Accidentally Steals Two (2) Children - @/the-panmixxia (ao3)

The Stowaway's Heart - @/thesympatheticvillain (ao3)

They Share A Kitchen - @/BuddyBuddyPalBuddy (ao3)

100 Seconds to Midnight - @/never_the_rose (ao3)

Touch Transcends Language - @/IfFoundPleaseReturnToJanus (18+) (ao3)

Flores Facets - @/Whiskey_With_Patron (ao3)

Life's A Drag - @/infawrit10 (ao3)

Crown Princes And Butterfly Wings - @/Ended_Flames (ao3)

Where the Lovestruck Bleeds - @/Fangirltothefullest (ao3)

Banding With You - @/glacierruler (tumblr)

Through Hades and Back - @/glacierruler (tumblr)

Deja Vu / Hero Worship AU - @/Greenninjagal (ao3)

Eucatastrophe - @/arealsword (ao3)

Side by Side in the Mindscape - @/edupunkn00b (ao3)

Beside Me - Dee - Thrall - @/edupunkn00b (ao3)

Plea for my New Self - @/VoidDragons (ao3)

Stray Hearts Are Subject To change - @/Queen_Whovian (ao3)

How the Angels got their Wings - @/SunRey1116 (ao3)

don't paint wonderful lies on me (that wash away) - @/codevassie (ao3)

How to Fuck with Humanity 101 - @/Jungle321jungle (ao3)

What You Can Stand - @/ManyFandomsOneLog (ao3)

All of These Stars (Will Guide Us Home) - @/lucernis (ao3)

Virgil’s Guide to Avoid Accidentally Falling In Love With Your Boss’ Boss - @/Jungle321jungle (ao3)

Hidden In Shadows - @/Kaysigns (ao3)

Labeled - @/AdrianaintheSnow (ao3)

Dreaming While I Wake - @/VoidDragons (ao3)

Painful Death - @/VoidDragons (ao3)

Lost & Found AU - @/rollthewhatever (tumblr)

Monsterous Roomates - @/Willowanderer (ao3)

Between Light and Darkness - ORPHANED (ao3)

Pumpkin Spice - @/VoidDragons (ao3)

Pick A Side (i love you and everything is beautiful) - @/arealsword (ao3)

Is there anything left of Patton - @/AdrianaintheSnow (ao3)

if you're going my way, i'll go with you - @/iclaimedtobethebetterbard (ao3)

one chance to change your fate - @/iclaimedtobethebetterbard (ao3)

A Moment with Potential - @/Midniteblue (ao3)

KNEE DEEP - @/plumcat (ao3)

House of Tarot Cards - @/FlowerMeat (ao3)

The Long Road Home - @/warcatscat (ao3)

Punks, Poets, Parents - @/edupunkn00b (ao3)

Flightless Bird - @/AvoSunflowerTea (ao3)

A lesson in practicality - @/ResidentAnchor (ao3)

Endless Sides (Sandman AU) - @/sometimes-love-is-enough (tumblr)

The Ghost and the Reaper - @/thatonelesbianfander (tumblr)

A Bug in the System - @/AwLawdItComin (ao3)

Syzygy - @/arealsword (ao3)

lavender for luck - @/lovelylogans (ao3)

The Starlight Universe - @/iclaimedtobethebetterbard (ao3)

59. Pieces Verse - @/SoDoRoses (FairyChess) (ao3)

60. (Un)Wanted - @/TheAsexualofSpades (ao3)

61. Black Hole Sun - @/coconutcluster (ao3)

62. Vanished - @/red_imeanblue (ao3)

63. Space and Everything In It - @/Greenninjagal (ao3)

64. You Can't Go Back - @/delimeful (ao3)

65. Ghost AU - @/tsghostau (tumblr)

66. Live Without You - @/stormsofstarlight (ao3)

67. Janus Sanders and the Cassandra Fallacy - @/arealsword (ao3)

68. Short Sides AU - @/nachosforfree (tumblr)

69. Plant Parents Dukeceit - @/ThreeCrowsInATrenchcoat (ao3)

70. For the Record/The Sanders Archive - @/VillainVogue (ao3)

71. The Other Side(s) - @/VillainVogue (ao3)

72. genius loci - @/oldkamelle (tumblr)

73. unsympathetic patton au - @/aidensm8 (tumblr)

74. cat virgil - @/its-the-cat-queen (tumblr)

75. murder mystery - @/thecrowslullaby (tumblr)

76. guilty tears - @/not-exactly-laborious (tumblr)

77. ride the cyclone - @/purplecrayonismine (tumblr)

78. Pingverse - @/SoDoRoses (ao3)

79. Spirit Complex AU - @/casart (tumblr)

80. A Series of Silly Questions - @/SoDoRoses (ao3)

[mockingjaybirds]

The impact that birds don’t sing by tv girl has made on my brain should be studied

Anyways have tiny bit more Kon info 😋😋

[mockingjaylad]

Chat I got better this is the actual first part of the winged AU I fear….

Wing info under the break !!

Part 1/2 (this was thinking stage still)

AU Master Blog @mockingjaybirds

[justanother-fan]

An RR drawing instead of doing my classwork

(Inspired by the FW AU by @mockingjaylad btw)

Also a bonus Mockingjaylad fanart:

[r0b0s-robos]

IT'S HEERE!!! Just wanted to say thank you to everyone who's been waiting and supporting the Harpy!AU. The first chapter is here! That said, I write my fics chapter at a time, so please be patient while I work on the next chapter and my other fics!

Summary: (Harpy!DCA AU x Reader) As your village's trader, you often travel to and from the inner city for various community members. On your way back one day, you go off course because you see something you don't quite believe— a supposedly abandoned harpy nest. You find out quite quickly that everything is not as it seems. Your once easy life is thrown into chaos as magic, soul bonds, and the consequences of actions, not your own begin to catch up to you. ———— ☼☽⋆｡°✧ ☼ ✧⋆°｡☾☼ ———— From Chapter One: At once, the harpy’s head turned toward your direction. It had a barn owl-like face with the eyebrow tufts of a screech owl. Its eyes blared red in the darkness, illuminating the rest of its face. Its body slowly turned to match the direction it was facing. Wide eyes met your figure, feathers puffed to look bigger— as if it needed to do so. The way the light hit its feathers made the harpy look a vibrant shade of royal blue. Flecks of yellow dappled the underside of its wings, like stars reflecting off water’s surface. You would have loved to draw a picture of how its red eyes landed on you.

[periwinklemoonlight]

somewhere only we know ⋆ boatem knights au

a short and sweet fic set in bee @applestruda 's boatem knights au and canon to the plot written by zera @hopepetal !! this takes place between arc 1 and arc 2 :]

if you prefer, you can read it on ao3!

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It started when Scar awoke to rustling outside the Swaggon. A quiet, quiet, little thing, but not the kind he was used to. Instead of the familiar sound of trees swaying, it was the sound of fabric brushing against itself, an ever-so-faint clinking of metal, or perhaps glass, against another surface. Most tellingly, it was the steady sound of dirt crunching beneath a weight foreign to it. The kinds of sounds that signalled there was someone, or something out there. A something he absolutely had to investigate.

He slowly got out of bed, silently dismissing Jellie, who had been peacefully resting on his chest prior. He waited until the sound was just out of human earshot before throwing a dark cloak around his shoulders to cover his bare chest, not bothering to put on a shirt for the occasion. There was a mystery afoot! Lone locks of hair reluctantly turned white as he strained to continue to hear the rustling. Swiftly lighting a lantern, Scar climbed out of the Swaggon to follow the sound.

As far as the lantern’s light could distinguish, the rustling creature hadn’t left any footprints to follow. Another lot of locks bleached with vex power. Scar’s heart swelled with intrigue. The rustling was coming from the stables. He followed suit, pausing just outside the entrance when he heard the sound stop completely. He tried once more to heighten his senses, but nothing remained. Still, he figured, there had to have been something there. He entered the stables, being so careful to use every fibre of his being not to disturb the poor horses inside. They didn’t need to be involved in his shenanigans.

Eventually, Scar reached the end of the stables. He was about to turn around and head out when he heard it again, a soft rustling noise coming from seemingly nowhere. As he examined every corner of the building, he found that the source of the noise appeared to be… an obscenely large pile of hay. Ah. He sighed. It really was nothing.

Or so he thought, until his ears eagerly picked up on what could only have been a human voice coming straight from the direction of the hay. It really was an oddly large pile, to keep inside the stable no less. Slowly, he set his lantern down at his feet and stuck a hand inside the pile. Clearing it out, it faintly occurred to him that whatever was making the rustling noises could almost certainly hear him too at that moment. Scar was far too preoccupied with the opening in the side of the stable he had discovered to acknowledge it, however.

It was just low enough for him to crouch through, he found. To his surprise, the other side was much more spacious than he had been expecting. He was able to stand up inside, if only for a slight hunch to keep him from bonking his head on whatever was above him. And there, he heard, was the source of the noise.

A similarly cloaked figure, on the ground before him, with a suspiciously similar lantern sat at their side, and emitting an even more suspiciously familiar giggle. The small red feather at Scar’s feet, barely visible in the low lantern light, cemented the figure’s identity.

“...Grian?” Scar whispered, pulling the hood of his cloak off his head as all the hair on his head rushed back to its normal brown. Large red wings fluffed up under Grian’s cloak as he giggled again. “What are you doing here?”

“Oh, Scar,” Grian said as he turned to face him, in a tone so purely delighted it was almost foreign to the other knight. Scar’s lantern revealed a Grian smiling from ear to ear, the flightless wings on his head fluttering excitedly.

“Come! Come look!” Grian grabbed Scars hand, yanking him downwards next to him. Scar stumbled to keep his balance.

“What’re y-”

“Sh! Sh, sh, sh,” Grian hushed him gently, using his free hand to cover Scars mouth. “Look.”

What Scar saw, resting impossibly softly in Grian’s hand, was a baby chick. And beyond his hand, as Scar noticed Grian’s lantern was illuminating, was about a dozen others. When Grian removed his hand from Scar’s mouth, no sound came out. All he could do was comply as Grian softly took his hand and scooped up another chick to place on it.

“Aren’t they precious?” Grian asked, turning to him excitedly. Scar set his lantern down, allowing Grian to guide his other hand in petting the little bird.

“Uh… Yeah, yeah,” Scar responded finally, still taken aback. “How long have…? How did…? …What?”

Grian laughed again, letting the chick in his own hands hop off. “A while! I found them near here, just on the outskirts of camp, and couldn’t bear to see them all alone like that, with no home. Now that I think about it, it wasn’t that much later after the, um, incident occurred, actually.” Scar hummed in response, his eyes darting away from Grian’s at the mention.

“Oh, don’t be like that,” Grian hushed. “You know I forgave you for it a long time ago. Focus on the little baby chick in your hands instead.” Scar smiled at that, noticing then that he had been absentmindedly petting it the whole time.

“Alright, alright.” He conceded. Scar looked back up at Grian, meeting his eyes again. “So you’ve just been housing them here under all of our noses? This whole time? I mean, I didn’t even know this awning even existed in the stable, and I helped build it!”

“You could call it a bit of a, let’s say, temporary renovation.”

“How come I only caught you sneaking out here now? If you’ve been out here so long?”

“Beats me,” Grian shrugged. “Suppose I’m just a master of stealth?” “Absolutely not,” Scar grinned. “If anything, that should be me! Did you see how expertly I followed you? Like an assassin in the night! I was all like shwoo shwoo shwoo, and you had no clue!” Grian reached over to fondly brush away a lock of hair that had fallen over Scars face.

“Right, well, Mr. Assassin, I hate to break it to you, but I knew you were behind me the second you got out of that Swaggon of yours,” he laughed. The light from the lantern beneath him lit his deeply dark eyes in a lovely golden colour, not unlike that of the chicks he had nursed.

“...What?” Scar asked, his voice small.

“Scar,” Grian began, “The ladder on that thing is just about the loudest thing in the world, I'm sorry. You probably woke up everyone else too.”

“I did not!” Scar argued, scandalised. “I’m the most graceful man in the world! Sneakiest too, I’ll have you know!” Grian snickered again, before allowing a comfortable silence to wash among them, only interrupted by the chirps of the chicks bouncing around them. After a while, Scar piped up again.

“So if you knew I was there… you just let me find this place?” He asked.

“Yeah,” Grian answered simply, now holding a pair of chicks in his cupped hands. He nuzzled his cheek against their soft plumage, eliciting contented chirps from the birds.

“Why?” Scar pressed.

“Well, I figured it was about time the jig was up. That, and honestly I just wanted you to find this.”

“...Why?”

Grian turned to look at him. “‘Cause I trust you.” Scar breathed. He trusted him. After nearly getting the both of them killed, after attacking him so viciously, after everything, Grian trusted him. Scar tried to blink away the terrible liquid building in his tear ducts.

“You good?” Grian asked with a smile, briefly setting down the chicks in his lap to wipe away the tears with his thumb. “Don’t get all sappy on me now, not in front of the children!”

Scar stuttered out a laugh. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m good," he assured him. Grian scooped the chicks back up, surprising Scar as he leaned against his shoulder.

“Good,” He murmured, letting the chicks spill onto Scars lap and mingle with the one in his hand. Grian wrapped a fluffy wing around the other knight, and Scar closed his eyes.

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The next morning, the two awoke to the sounds of nervous chatter around them.

“No, not here either!” a familiar voice called, somewhere to their left.

“Shoot. Really?” another replied.

“Do you suppose they took an early morning trip to town?” a final voice asked.

“Griba? Early morning? You remember who we’re talking about, right?”

“Rude,” Grian grumbled into Scars shoulder. Scar grinned.

“Come on, Gri. Don’t wanna keep ‘em worrying!” He whispered, gently shaking the avian off. Grian groaned, dramatically taking his time to rise. The chicks around them chirped at his departure as the two exited the awning. Grian had just shaken the excess hay out of his wings when Impulse suddenly entered the stable, stopping dead in his tracks at the sight of them.

“What?!” he exclaimed. He looked them up and down. “What are you two doing here?!” Pearl and Mumbo’s silhouettes quickly appeared at his sides, with similarly confused noises.

“Didn’t you hear us searching for you? Mumbo was worried sick!” Pearl chided them.

“What? Hey! You guys were worried too!” Mumbo frowned, turning to her.

“Sorry! Sorry!” Scar apologised sheepishly, his words almost gibberish with how fast he was talking. “We’ll be on cooking duty for the next week to make up for it!”

“We will?” Grian asked, looking at him. His question was met with an elbow. “We will!”

“You’re not gonna tell us what you were sneakily doing in here?” Impulse asked, eyebrow raised. Scar opened his mouth to speak before Grian yanked themselves forward.

“Nope!” Grian interjected. “Right now, we have a breakfast to serve!”

[consistantly-changing]

Zestmilla day 3: mythical AU

Zestial is a spider-like flightless dragon but can glide by sewing fabric between the bones of his wings with spider silk. Odette is a lindwyrm who is also flightless but has fins that allow her to glide like Zestial. Carmilla is a manticore, and Clara is a gryphon.

Neither of the daughters are fully grown yet but Odette will eventually get longer than Zestial and Clara will have a larger wingspan than Carmilla