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Catching up on Crit Role and finally witnessed the grace of the Shoebill.
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marvelousbelladonna · 7 months
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Fly
Feather fall
Shoebill
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yashley · 7 months
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imogen: FLY
laudna: FEATHER FALL
fearne: SHOEBILL
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scalacaelumxx · 8 months
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Khdr AU where almost everything is the same, except everyone has wings. It’s a little something I’ve been working on (and writing a lot about) and I finally finished the Lowerclassmen!
Wing notes + a tiny au lore dump under the cut:
In Scalan society, eagle and crane wings are preferred and more desirable to every other type. Eagles for their strength and size, cranes for their symbolism and heritage. Anyone who has a pair of them are typically seen as more capable/important. If wings are permanently damaged, it’s seen as shameful/frowned upon, so keyblade wielders have to take great care in protecting them while they battle.
Usually flight training starts at about 16 years of age, because their wings aren’t grown enough to carry them until then. They keep growing until about 20-21.
Letting someone touch your wings or groom them is an excellent sign of trust.
Xehanort: White Bellied Sea Eagle
- A not insignificant amount of people are skeptical of his wings, because an outsider shouldn’t have wings in the first place. And on the off chance they did, how did they end up with eagle wings? There’s a lot of distrust towards him among the upper circles.
- He also got a good grasp on flying relatively easily, which sparked some debate. He’s not interested in hearing the rumors.
- Only Eraqus is allowed to touch them, with Vor being an occasional exception.
Eraqus: Red Crowned Crane
- His wings are a rare sight and a very important status symbol. His family, Odin, and most of Scala ad Caelum’s leadership constantly pressure him to take care of them, but he’s constantly forgetting.
- Is a slow learner with flying. He can glide just fine, and uses them to glide to lower levels of the city instead of taking the stairs.
- He also forgets how big they are already and continuously bumps them into things or knocks things over.
Vor: Red Backed Shrike
- Her wings are small, but they have the most growing to do. Unfortunately she falls behind in flight lessons, and she worries about her classmates leaving her behind.
- To make up for this, she tries her best to take care of them, and grooms their wings. She knows she doesn’t have to, and they constantly offer her support, but she wants to do something.
- They flap when she’s excited or happy. When they’re finished growing, she’ll be a force to be reckoned with.
Baldr: Dove (damaged)
- His wings were damaged from birth, and he is very self conscious about it. Hoder is also very protective over him because of it.
- Because his right wing is particularly damaged, he won’t be able to fly unassisted. His classmates are continuously coming up with creative ways to bypass that.
- Hoder is the only one allowed near his wings, and she does most of his grooming.
Urd: Snowy Owl
- Her wings are especially fluffy and soft. Everyone loves them. She also loses the most feathers, so everyone knows who to blame when lots of little white feathers show up.
- Her wings are resistant to the cold, which works well with her tendency to use ice magic.
- They’re also naturally warm and very comfortable to be around
Hermod: Shoebill
- He takes very, very good care of his wings. He also takes very, very good care of his classmate’s wings in case they don’t.
- He inadvertently puts a lot of strain on his own though. He’s at the higher end of learning how to fly, but they’re always tense.
- When he’s irritated, they twitch in annoyance. The other’s lightheartedly poke fun at him for it.
Bragi: Bearded Vulture
- Those aren’t Bragi’s wings, they’re Luxu’s. When he took a new vessel, the vessel’s wings changed to his own. Luckily, Bragi’s natural wings were similar enough where with a little dye, no one noticed the change. He blamed the slight differences on his wing growth.
- Has to dye his constantly them ginger so the white doesn’t show and make other’s suspicious.
- He likes to use them to mess with people, and swats people or objects with them to mess around.
- He, being Luxu, is an expert at flying. Pretending he doesn’t know how to and having to willingly crash land during training is something he doesn’t particularly enjoy.
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creeperfont · 7 months
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“fly!”
“feather fall!”
“SHOEBILL”
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afragmentcastadrift · 7 months
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Fly!
Feather Fall!
Shoebill!
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pocketgalaxies · 7 months
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matt: something textured is fast approaching
laura: fly!
marisha: feather fall!
ashley: SHOEBILL.
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elliesgaymachete · 7 months
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Fly!
Feather Fall!
SHOEBILL
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jaebird88 · 7 months
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"Fly!" "Feather Fall!" "Shoebill!" 😂
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julandran · 4 months
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strategic Voltron
[The party starts to descend into a deep pit. Matt double checks that the druid's shoebill heron wildshape form can actually fly.] . Matt: Proportionally, they're odd birds, and I just wasn't sure. And that would've been amazing. I would've had a second goldfish. Marisha: (chuckling) I just love the cadence of [casting spells] "Fly", "Feather Fall", "Shoebill"! group: *laughs* Liam: "Lipshitz" Matt: "Heart" . Critical Role — campaign 3, ep.74 'Roots Between Worlds' (youtu.be/c-gXWKcQy5s)
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space-qu33n · 7 months
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"Fly!" "Feather Fall!" "Shoebill!"
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waltwhitmansbeard · 7 months
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FLY
FEATHER FALL
SHOEBILL
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I was trying to sleep?
But I'm not asleep while this happens. I can feel my body laying in my bed and I know I'm still awake. Even as I feel and hear all that's going on I am conscious and awake. And very very tired.
It starts with an itchy feeling and the idea that bugs are crawling all over my body. I will this away by telling my self it's not real and my voice splits into many. They are all trying to find a way to get me to sleep.
They speak in my voice but are not me. They start arguing whispering "shut up! Shut up!" An old greying man starts chanting "shut up! shut up! Shut up!" The old man is creepy so I decide he is a bird. "Hey bird!" I think "if you go away I'll give you this bread!" He continues to chant. My voices offering various forms of bread and snacks to the old man "I'll give you these bread husks?" I think. The old man shifts into a mixture of a vulture and a shoebill bird with silvery feathers his crys of "shut up!" Become bird calls. He perches comfortably close And takes the bread husks from my hand. he flys away calling "shutupshutpshutup" with bread husks in his huge beak.
"That was weird" I think, as I think this my words become written in my head as fancy typed words. Every thing I thought would come up speach bubble style a half second after I thought it. I found this unnecessary so I would cut off the type mid sentence and the words would turn into a clear syrup, like corn syrup. Full of translucent bubbles. Annoyed I eventually get the syrup words to stop before they start and I try to sleep.
I'm on a bit of race track where the cars are only fast moving bits of light with zooming sounds, like on a time lapse of a street. There is a football announcer excitedly talking gibberish over everything it's too loud and there's a pressure on the top of my head. So I re-adjust how I'm laying.
There's a pressure across my nose and to the left and I'm on a diagonal slanting white plain. There are noses that I think are mouths dotting the landscape. There are women's voices whispering unitelligable things all around me. Then they find the word "buy". They all whisper "buy" joyously. This gets old fast. I shift my body again.
The pressure is around my entire neck now. And I'm Surrounded by ugly angry goblin dwarves. They are exiting an ornate hole and shoving me. Shouting in a garbled language I don't understand. I shift position.
I'm back on the race track the announcer is still loud, the pressure on the top of my head is back. I shift quickly.
I'm once again on the white grey-scale plain of noses. They are whispering incoherently again. I figure this is the best I'll get. They find the word shoe. I fall asleep to the voices filled with wonder at the concept of the word "shoe".
I wake up not much later and , with all the doneness in my soul, say "what the fuck"
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