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Blue’s Feathers and Wings Compendium: Standard Wing Shapes
Part 1 [Standard ]| Part 2 [Atypical] | Feather Markings | Tail Feathers
I have expanded the traditional 4 types; Highspeed, Elliptical, Low Aspect and High Aspect ratio, because they were very narrow and vague categories for the most part, adding High Energy, Thermal Soaring, Night Glider, and Passerine wings. I feel that these extra types make it easier to understand and visualize the differences and similarities between wing shapes.
I’ve renamed Low Aspect to Powered Soaring, and High Aspect to Dynamic Soaring for the purposes of the fact that names made it hard to understand purpose and were easily confusable.
A lot of these wing types are also affected by tailfeather shape and size, and that will change their agility and energy expenditure as the tail also generates lift.
Disclaimer: This is in no way intended to be an academic dissertation or proposal, do not treat it as such. It is purely for art and writing references for others, to aid description and inspiration.
Archery information for writers that no one asked for but probably some of you need and I like talking about archery, so here it is.
when you put an arrow on the string, the verb is called “nocking” i.e. eyes glued on the target, he nocked the arrow
also the part of the arrow that gets put onto the string is called the nock. depending on the type of arrow this can be a piece of plastic glued into the arrow, or with wood or bamboo arrows it can be carved into the shaft of the arrow itself
you do not close an eye when aiming or shooting; you see better with both eyes open.
everyone has a dominant eye that more naturally your brain focuses with. that determines whether you are right or left handed when shooting, and doesn’t necessarily correlate to whether the person is right or left handed in anything else
so if you’re writing a character who has difficulty seeing out of one eye, take that into account when they are shooting
if they are right eye dominant, they hold the bow with their left hand and draw the string with their right. if they are left eye dominant, they hold the bow with their right hand and draw the string with their left
if they shoot left, the quiver sits on their left side/hip/thigh. shoot right - right side quiver.
there are several different ways to draw, if you are writing something historical or in a specific region, then do research on that style of archery. but for a generic place to start that is a more universal way of drawing a bow, here are some things to include
the chin stays down. raising your chin will fuck up your aim
the pointer finger on your draw hand rests on the side of your chin/jaw, and the string of the bow will touch the tip of the archer’s nose
weight is on the balls of your feet, leaning slightly forward off your heels
if it is an older bow/barebow, there is not usually a place for the arrow to rest on the bow. this means the arrow rests on the archer’s hand. if they are not wearing a glove on that hand, the fletchings (that’s the feathers on the arrow) will more than likely slice their hand when firing. this scars.
so if you’re wanting to describe someone observing and archer’s hands (hands are hot, don’t @ me) they would see a silver scar about halfway between the pointer finger knuckle and palm of the person’s hand. (turn your hand vertical and trace down the length of your pointer toward your thumb and stop next to the knuckle. that spot there.)
most archers wear something to protect their fingers on the hand that draws the bow. even with that, they have callouses. without it, a lot of callouses, scars, and blisters.
most common draw uses three fingers on the string: pointer, middle, ring. the arrow sits between the pointer and middle. just like where the draw point is, this is not universal and do research if you’re doing something culturally important.
barebow means that the bow is bare of any instruments. no sight, no weights, etc. the most basic/traditional form of bow
a recurve bow is anything where the tips of the bow curve back around forward, away from the archer
a compound is what you think of as a modern hunting bow, and is recognisable by having wheels at the ends and three strings
arrows have three fletchings that form a triangle, the point faces the archer so that the flat of the arrow will pass the flat of the bow on release. the arrow sits on the side of the bow facing the archer
archers with a larger/raised chest will sometimes where a chest protect so that the string does not catch when firing (this is regardless of gender, i know several cis-men who need it as well)
string can also catch on the forearm that is holding the bow and creates bruises and welts if you don’t wear a protector. modern ones are small plastic and cover just the spot, with elastic holding it in place. traditional ones are leather and wrap all the way around, lacing up on the back of your arm like a corset.
there is literally so much more, but i feel like this is plenty to get you started, and as always, feel free to drop an ask in my box if you need something more!
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Writing Tip: Keep an eye on your “was”
Want a quick, powerful way to tighten up your writing? Open up your story. Ctrl+f the word “was.” Now see if you can cut that number down by half by rephrasing those sentences to have more active, dynamic verbs and more robust descriptions.
Compare:
She was wearing a white dress that offset the tan of her skin, and her hair was coiffed into tight ringlet curls.
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The dress hugged her figure, the white fabric a bright contrast against her late-summer tan. Her hair, coiled into tight ringlets, bounced around her shoulders.
See the difference?
Here’s the deal with “was.” It, along with its fellow “being” verbs am, is, are, to be, been, being, describes a state of…well…being. Other verbs describe actions: run! jump! laugh! cough! fight! kiss! things that you do, in other words. But the being verbs don’t really do much of anything.
Sometimes, “was” is used to create a sentence in passive voice. In fact, that last sentence is in passive voice! (sneaky, right?) What’s passive voice? It’s a nifty linguistic trick that lets you hide the subject of a sentence.
The body was dragged for miles. (what dragged it?)
A bullet was found lodged in the wall. (who found it?)
The book was placed on the bookshelf. (who put it there?)
Sometimes, this is pretty useful. It’s useful if you’re a journalist who needs to report an event but you’re missing some of the facts. You can’t make a guess as to who did something, so you’ve got to just quietly skirt around that part. Cool.
But sometimes, you’ll see bizarre passive sentence constructions like:
The bullet was found by police lodged in the wall. (what were the police doing in the wall, that sounds uncomfortable)
The bullet was found lodged in the wall by police (wait so the police put it there?)
The bullet lodged into the wall was found by police (k but that seems a little wordy doesn’t it).
Those sound weird, right? Wouldn’t it be so much easier to just say:
Police found the bullet lodged into the wall
That’s way better, right? Clear, concise meaning, no wasted words.
So that’s Problem #1 with “Was” - it’s often used in passive sentence construction, and passive sentences can be vague, unnecessarily long or confusingly worded. If you change your passive voice sentences to active voice, you’ll get more punch in your writing.
Problem #2 with “Was” is it’s a good sign that you’re telling instead of showing in your story. When you say “something was X,” you are stating a fact. There’s absolutely nothing wrong with stating facts or telling sometimes in your writing, but if you do it too much, you’re going to create narrative distance between the reader and your story. We’re not going to feel like we’re “there.”
So don’t tell us, “Billy was sad.” Show us the quiver of his lip, the gleam of tears in his eye, the hitch in his chest as he fights back a sob.
Problem #3 with “Was” is it allows you to write static descriptions without any action. You can spend whole paragraphs telling me what something looked like, and thanks to our pal the “being” verb, nothing has to happen in those paragraphs! Yay! Now guess what? Your reader is going to be bored as shit. Those are the paragraphs of description that the reader is going to skim over because nothing is happening.
Allow me to illustrate:
The dog was red.
Okay? So…?
The red dog.
…Wait a minute. The red dog what. What is the red dog doing?
If you cut “was” out of the equation, all of a sudden all of your sentences are going to require action verbs. Stuff will have to happen. And that can only be good for your writing.
So look. Here’s the thing. “Was” isn’t evil. You can use it. Sometimes, you want to use it for a specific effect. But it’s a good idea to go back through your manuscript and read all of your “was” sentences and decide whether you really want them to be that way – if you’re doing something specific – or if you just fell back on it out of habit.
Hope this was helpful, and good luck!
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The old gods are dead
Zeus sits at the bar, he’ll buy a thousand and one drinks and the girls who he smiles at will raise their eyebrows and think of the pepper spray tucked into their sleeves.
Hera waits at home. She knows the numbers of all the girls and she has their facebooks open on the computer. Her hands hover over the keyboard., She wants to tell them that men will always lie. She wants to take her own advice. She never will.
Apollo and Artemis travel the world. They are chasing the sun. Chasing the moon. They will never catch up. Their hand are curled around each others hip bones. Never in public though. They look too similar for that now. Society has learned judgement and so they keep their caresses safe in the shadows.
Poseidon wanders the shore. He wears a plastic poncho and carries a bag of trash. His tears mix with the salt water. No one can tell the difference. A girl with hair that moves like serpents trails after him, retribution in her eyes.
Hades lies in bed, his wife curled around him. He smiles because people will always believe in death and finally, finally he has beaten his brothers at something.
Athena paces through college campuses, handing out pamphlets on architecture. She scoffs at professors who are simply going through the motions. She carries signs in her hands as she marches through the streets with the students, screaming about the newest problem. She laughs wild, these children, these fearless children are her people.
Hestia wants her family to come home. She waits in the doorway, arms outstretched and a smile like forgiveness waiting to embrace the siblings whom she knows will never return.
Demeter counts down the days until her daughter returns. She smiles when children cheer over the snow days she gives them. There was a time when she had a child like that.
Persephone kisses her husband and grins when people tremble. She is vengeful and wears flowers in her hair and she will make damn sure that the world will never forget her name.
Ares walks through the Middle East, picking his way around the ruins of an elementary school. He stopped understanding war a long time ago. This was not brave, this was not heroic. This was senseless.
Aphrodite narrows her eyes at boys in cars who yell obscene things. She’s long since stopped romanticizing love. She is gaunt and over worked but sometimes she sees a teenage girl handing her baby over to an older couple who had tried for years and she feels young again. Sometimes, she sees Ares from across the room as soldiers embrace their loved ones and they smile at each other.
Hephaestus limps through his shop, his hands are worn down, his back is still twisted but people don’t seem to notice anymore. He makes their furniture, their toys and trinkets and they thank him, they pay him.
Hermes runs through the streets of New York, Tokyo, London. He is young in this time, young and beautiful and slipping between business men, his hands finding their way into their pockets. He never stops laughing.
Dionysus mixes Zeus his drinks. He watches his family grin and cry and get sick in the back room of the bar. He holds back their hair and hands them another drink before they even ask. He’s been here a long time. He’s seen them drunk more often then he’s seen them sober. He is watching them flicker out and fade.
The gods are dying. The gods are dead. The gods are us.
-L.D.