#scapular winging

[embv]

my body doesn’t Hate me, per se. It just Loves being an annoying little shit

[frankiebirds]

first physio appointment tomorrow i am Afraid

[mirroredmemoriez]

Shoulder ouch why? (Because I’ve not been doing physio therapy, but we ignore that) WHYYY????

[vavoom-sorted-art]

Wing tutorial~

Since it has been asked, I made a little breakdown on how to draw wings.

So, first thing to understand is wing anatomy. I used a swan wing as reference for my artwork. Divide the wing into blocks of feathers. There's sort of three layers to the feathers outlined in the second picture, and these divided along the top joint of the wing where it folds. See the second image. Make sure you bring in these nice, flowy shapes here!

Now that you have these big shapes, you can cut into them and make the individual shapes of the primary and secondary feathers (layer 3.) also make sure they overlap correctly depending on if you are drawing the wing from the front or the back. make sure you stick with a nice rythm and have the feathers get gradually bigger as you get closer to the tip. Like this:

when you go ahead and draw that layer 2 of coverts, make sure that every feather you drew for the bottom layer has (approximately) a feather overlapping it (so you have pretty much the same number of feathers in each layer) and that they line up nicely. But you can also make them a bit more ruffled. Like this:

Other than the flight feathers, the very top part of the wing is very smooth, with shorter, more rounded feathers (almost half-circles!). They can lie very flat or also look a lot more fluffy. think of them almost like overlapping scales. There is also the Alula at the top of the wing, a sort of extra feathery bit that sticks out over the primaries. also don't forget the scapulars which cover over the shoulder blade and are on top when the wing is folded. The Scapulars also have two layers of feathers. (see first graphic).

From there, it's only a matter of lineart and shading or however you want to finish your artwork. Hope this helps with the structure! Drawing wings folded together is a whole other story that I'm not going to get into here... lol.

TL:DR: understand the structure of wings and use references to get it right, work from big shapes to small shapes.

Edit: I demand to be tagged in the results, I desperately need to see more wing art. ÒwÓ

[cloudyskydreams]

Um hello, could I request Undertale Sans relationship headcanons with a female half angel half human reader? Sfw and nsfw, please and thank you! Hope you have a great day.

Hi! Thanks so much for being my first request I got so excited I had to tell my whole family as soon as I saw this in the inbox lol. I don't know a lot about angels but I had fun with this! I hope you enjoy ::3 NSFW under the cut!

SFW:

•Sans loves your wings he thinks they're gorgeous and would love to help you preen if you're comfortable with it, he's gentle and can reach all the spots that are hard for you to get to.

•He loves seeing you in white and gold, he thinks it makes you look even more angelic and it's a quick way to have him staring at you with a blush and dopey smile until you mention it to him and he busts out the angel puns.

•He enjoys having your arms and wings wrapped around him when hugging or cuddling. It makes him feel extra loved.

•PLEASE take this man out flying to see the stars. It's the perfect date idea and it's probably the closest to the stars he's ever been. Quick way to get this man to think of marriage lol.(Okay this is so cute I gotta write a small drabble ur being blessed today)

You chuckle as Sans clings to you.His face pressed against your chest. Currently you're flying over Ebott city with your bonefriend in your arms taking him to a supposedly special date you had set up. You called out to tell him you're almost there, having to yell over the wind howling. Once you escape the city and more importantly the light pollution you yell for Sans to look up. He does and his eyelights expand to almost fill out his sockets. His grin falters and he looks shocked before his entire face lights up. You think he says something but his baritone voice is hard to hear over the wind. He reaches a hand up as if he could reach out and touch the stars. You chuckle again and he says something else so you yell that you can't hear him. He leans up in your embrace and says in your ear

"i love you starlight" you smile as he kisses your cheek. He watches the stars as you approach as hill and land, the next few hours are spent stargazing with sans as he points out constellations and tells space puns.

•He has a dreamcatcher made with your feathers. He kept a few after helping you preen once and after finding out what dreamcatchers were he thought it would be a nice reminder of you when you're not around.

NSFW:

•He gets worried about hurting your wings a lot when boning so he normally prefers for you to ride him, he also really enjoys the scene of you cumming on his cock your wings stretching to their full glory from the orgasm. It's a sight to see.

•The uncommon position switch normally has you in doggy style. There was one time where Sans came so hard he grabbed onto the scapulars(base) of your wings to brace himself. He thought it was extremely hot to use them as handlebars but was so worried he had hurt you.

•Body worship, it just feels right for him to worship you a little. You're just so angelic and perfect to him he wants to do all of it kissing up your legs, massaging your back and wings, running his fingers through your hair as he kisses you. He just loves you so much and he's going to make sure you feel how much he does. It's one of the few times he really puts effort into something.

•Feather play, Imagine him dragging your own feather across your thighs and teasing your nipple with the tip of one as he squeezes your other breast. Sometimes he'll just tickle you during sex, pelvis deep inside you and this man has a feather tickling your sides cause he thinks your laugh is hot.

[fantasy-anatomy-analyst]

You can give some tips for drawing folded bird wings?

For reference, this wings are extra limbs in back (under the muscles that hold their arms), so I don't know if they'll follow the normal birds logic (like, put wings under arms to rest them) or wherever the logic of "hold wings high all time" is.

(On my drawing: orange=primary, blue=secondary, green=coverts, pink=marginal coverts, purple=scapulars)

I want to know your opinion!!!

it is so difficult to sift through tags and actually find everything i want to find, but here are some other posts I've reblogged about feathered wing anatomy, which might be helpful

general bird anatomy post

good post on wing positions

sketch studies of wings

and a post I haven't reblogged yet, from one of my favorite wing reference blogs @scribbly-blue-hearts

folding wings

and here's a fresh example for you:

(image description: side by side simple drawings of a humanoid with feathered wings. one sketch shows them from behind and the other shows them from the side. there are also examples of the folded wings without feathers to show how the limb folds. the wings are held close to the back, with the wingtips coming down near the knees and the wrist joint coming up to the top of the neck. the different feather sections are color coded to create visual clarity. end description.)

the exact proportions of wing to body are up to you, I've drawn rather small wings here. the longer they are, the more likely they'll touch the ground when folded, which can be solved a few different ways, like repositioning the wings or having your character bend forward.

(image description: two more sketches of winged humanoids, this time at a partial angle from behind. the first is a standard human figure with the wings folded in a way that drops the wrists down and forward around the upper arm, making the wing tips stick out at an angle behind the legs. the second drawing shows an altered humanoid figure with the addition of a tail, standing with the posture of a raptor dinosaur so their back and their wings are all sloped, more like an actual bird. end description)

I personally use the second option, because I enjoy fiddling with anatomy beyond standard human proportions. but it's entirely up to you and what you want for your character!

[jensensitive]

The One Thing I Want

I am selfish in my want of you Free infinity a boundless gift It was given without any condition And what do I want to make of it?

You. Just you.

The author’s life is spared, pen taken And you’ve written this song, this book Blank, blue pages of sky a declaration When heaven’s given without a look An afterlife without a sense of after Without a then and just a now Because you were and you are And yet without your eyes I have no how

My days spent staring at a sky you made for me And my nights spent quiet talking low The dark room casting us to match You formless filling my chamber Makes up everything I know

I touch tactile over jeans, my own skin And I want yours Flayed angel made of air and sparks And I want more Human things– to want, to dream And yet you want me Do you want me? Do you want? Without a body?

I feel the sunwarm blush in the dark The heat of you when I talk like this Of want and need in a muffled hush apart Teeth biting crescents into my fist

I’m filled so wholly of selfish ache Deep greed for the little I lack Is this Heaven if I can’t touch your wings Or the scapular strength that spans your back I breathe out prayers, sighs in broken off sounds For want of shaking, snaking palms The thrum in wrist and neck and chest The sounds you’d make my only psalms As I hold a dish in my hands to partake As I lick a plate full clean I need your body to consume you Sweat and mouth and all gone unseen

You said the happiness isn’t in having But I want you so much anyway I crave at grasping and holding without hands to hold And you said you wanted me You said you wanted me But if it held is all I pray

Mourning dove cry of my heart cries longing For the shape of you pulsing my hand And blue-ringed eyes poison paralyzing Pinning me down to the bed

Where Hell was embodied of torture Visceral, nerve-bright and real Heaven has sensory pleasure And you’re all that I have want to feel

And when I claim need of your body to hold And when I feel your warmth that’s you And when I tell you that it’s you I miss The air wavers And gravity pitches And you tell me you miss you too.

[pleasestayawayidonotlikeyou]

Um hi, I was wondering if I could request Undertale Sans romantic relationship with a female half angel half human? Sfw and nsfw if that’s ok? Please and thank you!

Hii traveler! Sorry that this came out short 😔.

(NSFW below the cut)

Featuring: Sans

Masterlist

SFW

He's head over heels.

Sans finds your wings absolutely gorgeous, and if he sees you in light colors? He's overheating, bring him ice!

Please wrap your wings around him while cuddling. Please. It's not a want it's a need.

Sans would like if you take him flying, but he's unfortunately scared of heights, so he'll just stick to watching you flying.

He loves to play with your wings, his hands are all over them.

Call him Starlight, Moonflower, Sunshine and he's at the palm of your hand.

If you have powers, hope you're ready to sit down and explain it all as he takes notes.

He's not letting you leave this room until he knows all about them.

NSFW

(I genuinely have 0 ideas so have a dabble instead)

"Huf... You like this, don't you angel?"

You let a 'yeah' muffled by your own moans, feeling him grab your scapulars with one hand, pounding hard into your pussy as he bites your shoulder, adding another love mark on you. You roll your eyes as you feel yourself cum once again, how many hours has it been? Two? Three? Four? You didn't remember, and you didn't care. At this point you just wanted to be filled up again.

"..you're gonna be- urg- such a good mama, aren't you, my love?"

Sans says as he becomes sloppier and sloppier with each thrust, he holds the scapulars of your wings, he presses your head into the pillow as he loudly moans, cumming deep inside your cunt once again. He releases your wings, he grabs one of his shirts and hands it to you, dropping his lazy body next to yours, hugging your smaller form.

"Heh... Was I too rough angel?"

"No.."

Your voice is a bit muffled as you snuggle your head into Sans's chest, he smiles and kisses your forehead as you close your eyes.

"Sweet dreams dear.."

Sans's voice is the last thing you hear as you fall into a peaceful deep slumber.

This is definitely not my best work :(

[clickbeetle]

you watch enough yoga videos on youtube and soon your recommended youtube shorts will be like “you have shoulder pain because you’re an empath who absorbs negative energies from narcissists” no maam i just have scapular winging. just show me the exercise and leave me alone

[18prayers]

Torn Flesh and White Feathers

Pairing- Castiel x Reader

Words- About 1k

Warnings- Grotesque descriptions, gore?, very slight angst, blood.

Author’s note- This is my first EVER time posting my writings, so this is probably trash. Ending is kinda rushed if you cant tell.. Be nice to me, and enjoy!!

LOWERCASE INTENDED

FIRST PERSON

and i can feel the flesh tearing, the soft feathers of my wings now sharp as daggers, ripping the porcelain skin of my back to shreds. an obscene scream came from the very depths of my throat, my hands unsteady on my knees with my body hunched over in a hideous display of sheer agony. knees buckling as i fall to the floor, kneeling with my arms clutching at my back hopelessly, so desperate for this pain to stop. the joints of my wings writhed under my teres major, protruding visibly through my skin.

As though they were growing impatient, the movements grew faster as they continued to rip their way to the surface. a scream so dire caused red hot waves throughout the bunker, crashes and yells only disappeared through deaf ears. unable to process castiel throwing himself into the room, blood stained feathers only began to show themselves through my torn flesh. first set of wings bursting through as the other two stretched through the tears.

my vision was monochromatic, my hearing was shallow, hands desperately grasping at castiels extended arm. he groaned at my grip, though no sympathy crossed me. second, third pairs sprawled across the floor as if they had any right to be tired. my body collapsed forwards and my mind grew numb. ears briefly processing castiels terrified questions, consciousness fading.

I woke much later, the room now enveloped in complete darkness as the soft mattress molded to my body beneath me. Castiel advanced quickly, his breath stolen as I inhaled sharply due to his sudden appearance. He stopped right beside me, bending his hips just slightly over the bed. His cold hand ran over my forehead, a confusing warmth spreading through my numb body. I suddenly became acutely aware of the aching foreign bones in my back, along with the soft tickle of feathers at my bare sides. A deep groan erupted from my exasperated throat. Castiel’s mouth was moving, yes, though his words seemed to pass in slow motion. His voice shallow and echoing through my head. Brows furrowed and mouth drawn tightly together in a wince.

“I.. can’t hear you.”

He only nodded, fumbling clumsily for a pen and paper. His hands grabbed at the notepad on my bedside table along with the blue pen that lay atop my various books. Immediately, he opened a random page and began to write a mess of words.

He turned it around and showed me, allowing me to read his thoughts.

It read, “Are you OK? :(”

I grabbed the utensils from his hands, shoulder blades aching at the sudden movement as i licked the tips of my fingers and continued flipping the page, quickly going to work at writing my response. I did the same as he had just done, clumsily making a coherent sentence and then handing him the paper.

I wrote, “Yes fortunately. Tell the brothers i’m sorry.”

He frowned, nodding as he turned on his heels and headed for the door, straight forward after he read my request.

I lay on a queen size bed, though i didn’t understand why i owned such a large bed with only me to inhabit it. The empty space next to me was painfully cold, my bones seemed to ache for any type of warmth, comfort even. My mind shot towards to man that was currently reaching for the door knob and i had to decide between my pride or the sweet comfort of the angel. I internally swore.

“Cas.. tiel.” I whispered, my voice hoarse.

His neck snapped in my direction, mouth open slightly as he tilted his head to my left.

“Come.” I pulled the comforter back of the empty space next to me, patting the sheet-covered mattress as a way to beckon him into my bed. Choking down a groan when my scapulars shifted in an unnatural manner.

He gulped, obvious by the way his Adam’s apple bobbed, before cautiously inching towards my bedside.

I nodded, trying to convey my allowance as he reached the side opposite to me. I patted the bed once more and smiling at him, his body relaxing visibly before finally climbing into the cold embrace of my bed. The mattress dipped slightly beside me, his weight evening out the sides and his presence pulling a sigh from my throat.

He pointed towards himself and then put his thumb up with his brows furrowed, asking me if this was okay in his own form of botched ASL (angel sign language).

I nodded, my movements soft and gentle, cause being the aches still very apparent in my body. I turned onto my side extremely slowly, now facing him. My coverts now shuffling behind me in an attempt to get comfortable.

“Stay.” I said with a smile drawn across my face and my eyes closed.

I couldn’t see his reaction, but I did feel him turn towards me, his left hand lay limp on my hip. I hummed, the warmth coming back as I scooted up a bit, or bodies now only inches away. His warmth combined with mine caused an exhale to leave me. Unbeknownst to me, my right wing had draped over us in a comforting manner, our embrace now shielded from the rest of the world.

My eyes only opened for a second and met his, blue irises already staring back at me. I closed them once more and allowed my body to finally fully relax into the soft plush of the mattress. His scent, like freshly picked mint and rolling waves pulled me to sleep. My final thought his eyes, wings completely forgotten.

[opalwyeee]

Angel Pa.

More like a seraph? I don't know.(ow)

Diagnostic results：

［14 age. ］

［Suffering from wing developmental defects, the center of gravity is shifted 25° to the left.］

［——The left eye wings are developing too quickly, with a total of 3 wings. The development of the right eye wings is normal, with a total of 6 wings.］

［The development of the left scapular wings are normal, but the development on the right side is too fast and exceeds the normal level.］

［Normal perceptual ability.］

［No knee wings，arm wings, no tail feathers.］

：Marshmallow🤔

There will probably be a series, and I am still drawing...

[blazingstar29]

Top Gun Workouts - Iceman

Ice, ice baby as decide by the poll

Disclaimer: In this series I break down the muscular make up of Top Gun characters and how I think they'd exercise. If this is may be triggering please enjoy my other shitposting!

Ice is so, so interesting to me. The first scene where we see him standing up he's in his flight suit but notice his frame. He has that dorito shape that made hollywood go mad over Chris Evans. Broad shoulders and itty bitty waist

The beach scene, of course. Ice is probably the leanest of the cast (bar Goose, but again, i have REASONS). He's got pretty reasonable shoulders to give him the broad, inverted triangle shape. However we see when his scapular is exerted/fully rotated forward, we see more tendons and muscles (below, left). Also, in the photo above, look at those lats. Those are wings.

There's a little bit of tricep definition but Mav definitely rules the court on triceps. What we see in the pictures above though, is a back with really lean muscle. This tells us a lot about him.

Another full body shot which highlights a few things. 1. I'm pretty sure that's a knee wrap, again, interesting in terms of injuries. 2. he also has an ankle wrap. 3. Look at the way he moves, poised, elegant. This is interesting again, it tells us a LOT. (Which i will explain in a minute)

Ice you are probably one of the two characters in Top Gun who pay attention to chest day at the gym. Very broad chest and upper body but not super defined abs, unlike Slider.

Ice has a very interesting body composition, he's lean but not under muscles. This leads me to think that he isn't a gym junkie. He's strong, for sure, and can certainly do all the compound lifts with some decent weight. But I don't think he's a bodybuilder or powerlifter like Slider and Mav. To be honest, I think the headcanon that Ice is a swimmer is incredibly accurate. He's lean, he's got lean muscling and the shoulders and lats to show for it. Also with a potential knee/ankle injury, running is very high impact and like Slider, Ice is tall. Tall people wear out. So swimming is very good for someone like him.

Exercises:

Swims every single day he can. Will run if he has to when he's on an aircraft carrier but prefers not to.

Hits the compound lifts and not much more. Squats, bench, and deadlift.

The way he moves is very elegant, so imagine kick boxing or a martial arts as well.

also gotta include this photo bc i forgot it for mav lmao, thanks @mavernick for reminding me of this wild confrontation avoiding posture lmao.

[uncommon-mcyt-headcanons]

headcanon time!

warning for: LOOOOONG ramble

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jimmy and grian similarities + differences cause they're cousins, the first headcanon is basically just them being cousins, so so similar yet very different at the same time

short grian with big wings and tall jimmy with small wings

grian technically can fly due to his height and wingspan, however no matter how he ends the last season, he always starts off every new season with clipped or torn feathers, preventing him from flying.

jimmy can not fly due to his height and wingspan, however this does not prevent him from trying, he's used to falling to his death from the canary curse, and some instinctual part of his brain tells him he needs to learn to fly so he can't fall to his death anymore.

in limited life grian had full feathers, untorn, unclipped, but they kept falling out from stress, so he gave them away to jimmy, who would lace them into his. (they would also give away some loose feathers to joel but he wouldn't really know what to do with them)

in secret life, jimmy had some faint patterning of grian's wings, and his wings were slightly larger, but they went away after his first death.

ALSO! both of them have feather sleeves (skin covered in feathers covering their sleeves) but grian has thicker / denser feathers than jimmy.

2. grian and his wings

grian's wings always prevent him from flying, no matter how he ends the previous season, his wings will always be torn or clipped (or bound) so he won't be able to fly. each season afterwards they get healthier and healthier.

third life: ripped secondary feathers, his primaries are long and he can feel them as they touch the floor and yet his secondary feathers are ripped, torn, and they itch uncomfortably from the unkind way they were pulled and clawed at. the edges are unclean and jagged.

last life: snipped neatly, edges clean and trimmed

double life: trimmed only halfway, not as deeply as last life, but from annoyance and stress over time grian would pull at them and would tear them a few times on accident

limited life: spawned in with untrimmed, untorn wings, but from constant stress the feathers would fall out and at the end were essentially only the scapulars and marginal coverts, which is one of the reasons he fell off the bridge to his death; the lack of weight that offset his balance, leaving him prone to tripping and falling, and also no more feathers for his wings to actually work and atleast let him glide, or slow his fall somewhat.

secret life: semi-healthy wings, feathers falling out but much slower than in lim life, bound up

wild life: bound up, healthy

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[kedreeva]

This duck is UNREAL in person, the feathers over his wings (the upper and lower scapular feathers) are iridescent and shine with purple! Absolutely gorgeous boy, if I was into keeping ducks I would steal him in a heartbeat. He belongs to my neighbors, so at least I get to visit him whenever I want and he's super friendly!

[wishfishy]

It’s the weekend! And that means I had some time to get a closer look at the taxidermy owl that was being given away for free in my apartment lobby.

I mean just look at this boy! How could I resist?

He is very obviously a Great Horned Owl, which just so happens to be the official bird of my Province. And the first thing I did after picking this guy up was double-check the laws about possessing raptor parts, and best I can tell is having a pre-existing owl mount is just fine.

I have no practical experience with taxidermy, but I’m hoping to patch him up.

The main issue is that his left wing is broken. Or more accurately almost completely ripped off. The skin on the underside of the wing connecting to the body is intact, but the skin under the scapulars is just barely attached.

I couldn’t get great photos as I didn’t want to damage the skin any further. But you can at least see that it’s stuffed with straw, and one of the wire apertures holding it up. I couldn’t tell through my gloves if the wire is snapped or just bent.

I couldn’t tell much about the state of the skin through the gloves (I need to grab some nitrile gloves next time I’m out), but I would say it’s almost but not quite paper dry.

His face is a little wonky, but far from the worst I’ve seen on older taxidermy. The plaster in the beak seems a bit sloppy and is crumbling.

Here’s some more pictures of the wire aperture. The end on his head is usually covered by the feathers. I’m assuming the wires protruding the tail were meant to hold it up but just need to be repositioned back into place.

The base is made of wood, covered in some sort of plaster or epoxy, and hollow. I was hoping to find a date or something in there, but no such luck.

So far all I’ve done is start a slow and careful wipe-down to get all the dust off of him.

[taradiddled]

"You're so pretty, Luci," Adam cooed, massaging Lucifer's sides. His breath hitched as her fingers brushed against his wings, and her fingers teased along the scapulars, and slipped beneath the feathers to pet the membrane of skin, Lucifer releasing a pleased shudder as Adam continued her tender strokes.

"My pretty guardian angel," Adam whispered.