#ttbw

[apothe-roses]

Take These Broken Wings (And learn to fly)

HotD Big Bang Teaser

Warnings: angst, arranged marriage, coerced marriage, tension

”Your brother informed me you were feeling unwell. I am glad to see you are doing better. The color has returned to your cheeks,” he observed.

”A little rest was all I needed,“ Aly replied stiffly

Prince Aemond hummed. He started to approach her slowly, a predator approaching his prey. His features were even sharper under the light of the moon, his eye as vibrant a blue as if it were still day.

Striking.

Dangerous.

Alysanne refused to be intimidated. She held her ground as the Prince looked over her, meeting his gaze defiantly.

”Tell me, did this sudden illness have to do with my asking for your hand?”

Aly wasn’t sure how to respond.

“Your brothers looked ready to tear my head off at supper,” he continued. “I surmised if they knew, it was likely you did as well.”

”Yes, I am aware,” she chose her words carefully.

“You do not seem pleased.”

”Neither do you.”

“I am merely surprised the crown would select a bride for me of your station.”

“My station?” Aly raised a brow.

“If you hope to marry into the royal family, I suggest you show some decorum towards those of high birth.”

“I am of high birth.”

“Not high enough,” he muttered. Aly’s blood boiled.

Coming to @hotd-bigbang in Autumn ‘24

[acourtofladydeath]

Hello all and welcome to the depths of depravity my masterlist! Here you will find all of my fics to date, which are available to read on AO3. While most of my work is currently ACOTAR based, I write for multiple ships across many fandoms and will happily hear your requests!

✍🏻 indicates a WIP

🌶️ indicates spice

🗡️ indicates depictions of violence, battles, and/or injuries

📚 indicates a multichap fic

💞 indicates fluff

❗ indicates heavy emotion/emotional trauma/death, however this may not be inclusive as every person experiences and reacts to emotions differently.

💤 indicates a hiatus

Please be sure to check all fic tags on AO3 as well as these initial indicators! Many of my fics include explorations of physical and/or emotional trauma.

Azris

All Things End ❗ This fic has an immersive, direct read playlist component that you can read about here!

The Soft Heart & The Shadow 🗡️❗

The Soft Heart & The Little Fox 🗡️❗

One Bed, One Bond, and a Pair of Wings

Enter: Uncle Autumn 💞

Fighting Fire with Fire 🗡️❗

And So Our Life Begins (ASOLB) ✍🏻📚💞

A Second Chance, *part of the ASOLB series

Finding His Shadow: An Azris Peter Pan AU **please note this fic is very aged up from the original material 📚🗡️🌶️ in Ch. 2 only

Fire Alarm

The Wall Comes Down 🗡️

All I Want For Solstice Is You, part 1 of the Winter Cabin series 💞

Forest Fever, Soothing Shadow 💞

To Speak Through Smoke, part 2 of the Winter Cabin series 💞

Pieces of Us, part 3 of the Winter Cabin series 💞

A Wound So Deep 🗡️❗

The Song of Azris series ✍🏻📚🗡️❗

Nessian & Nessriel

In Due Time 💞 (Nessian)

What Happens In The Night 🌶️ (Nessian)

Complications Arose, Ensued, Were Overcome 🗡️ (Nessian)

Take These Broken Wings ✍🏻🗡️❗📚 (Nessriel)

Just One More 🌶️ (Nessriel)

Hold Me Close, Hold Me Tender 💞 (Nessriel)

Our Greatest Adventure 💞 (Nessriel)

Multi-Ship or Other ACOTAR

3 Jewels In The Hewn City 📚🌶️ (Feysand, Nessian, Azris)

Lovers Live & Die Fortissimo (LL&DF)💤✍🏻📚 (Azris, Nessian, Feytamsand, Elucien, HelionXLOA)

Publicly Pleasing, Silently Drowning 🗡️❗ (Eris Vanserra)

How I Met Your Fathers 💞 (Feytamsand)

Stairway Snoops (Azris X Nessian polycule)

Into the Fire 🌶️ (Feytamcien/Lufeylin)

Return to the Hewn City ✍🏻📚 🌶️(Azris X Nessian swinging)

Welcome to the Family, part 1 of the "To Become A Vanserra" series 🌶️ (Elucien, Berlain, Erislain, Elain X all Vanserra Brothers)

Rules are Rules, part 2 of the "To Become A Vanserra" series 🌶️(Azris, Berzriel)

The Clause, part 3 of the "To Become A Vanserra" series (Azris, Elucien, Erlain, Luzriel) 🌶️

Birth of an Empire, part 4 of the "To Become A Vanserra" series (Beron X LoA, LoA X Beron's father and brothers) ❗🗡️🌶️

And So We Danced (Nesta/Eris friends, Azris, Nessian) 💞

A Walk In The Park (Casris) 💞

ACOTAR Drabbles

The Fawn, The Fox, & The Fiend 🌶️(Eltamcien)

Live, and Be Happy ❗ (Feytamsand)

The Wall Comes Down 🗡️ (Azris)

Just One More 🌶️(Nessriel)

The Empyrean

The Quiet Game 💞 (Tairn/Sgaeyl and Andarna)

Baby's First Birthday 💞 (Tairn/Sgaeyl and Andarna)

Last One Standing 🗡️❗ (Tairn/Sgaeyl, Andarna, Violet/Xaden)

Other Universe Fics

A Place Eternal 📚❗🗡️🌶️ in Ch. 5 (TSOA/The Illiad/Greek Mythology: Patrochilles, Hades X Persephone)

Reunited (Dr. Who: Amy X Rory)

The Final Moments ❗ (Torchwood: Jack X Ianto)

The Days We Thought We'd Never See 💤📚 (Spartacus: Agron X Nasir)

Event Week Masterlists

Poly+ ACOTAR Week 2024 🌶️💞

Azris Week 2024 🌶️💞

Eris Week 2024 🌶️💞🗡️❗

[dumbasswithapen]

Mechtober day 14 - AU

@mechtober-2024

a little unposted WIP snippet of one of the bonus chapters for Ties that Bind from my ttbw au (aka my mechs high school band AU that’s somehow acquired Carmilla as a main character)!

fic under the cut

Carmilla rubs her sleepy eyes, fumbling for the automatic door button. Exhaustion weighs in her bones, loosening her grasp on her motor skills and prying away all sense of dignity she manages to have retained, showing up to the hospital at one in the morning in full steampunk regalia. 

The due date wasn’t for another two weeks, and yet, there she was for the arrival of Tara and May’s first child, so obviously the kid had gotten bored. It checked out, given who her parents were.

“I’m here to see the arrival of my sister’s baby,” she tells the reception, the relation part being a convenient half-truth. “Sorry I’m late, I was at work.”

The receptionist’s eyes rake over her, and Carmilla vaguely recalls that most people’s work attire doesn’t include a patched waistcoat and an artfully (fake) bloodstained button down. 

“I’m in a band,” Carmilla explains, hoping dearly that the single sentence is enough to explain it. 

“And who,” the receptionist asks, “is your sister?”

“Ah,” Carmilla says. “Tara Elizabeth Moon.”

The receptionist types away at her computer for a moment before sighing. “Room 207, second floor and to your left. I’ll print you a guest pass, Ms…?”

“Carmilla.” 

She’s handed her guest pass, printed off a sticker maker easily. Carmilla quite likes technology, because it’s sped up this process considerably.

She limps to the elevator, hitting the button for the second floor with a clumsy palm and letting herself lean against the metal wall. She feels half-ready to fall asleep right there, despite the anticipation coursing adrenaline through her veins. 

Hospital elevators are, thankfully, quick little bastards, and she doesn’t have the time to drift off before she’s heading down the hallway. It’s late enough at night - or perhaps early enough in the morning, depending on how one looks at it - that nobody is there to see her nearly trip over her own feet, at least. 

She pushes open the door, heavy as always because hospital doors always seem to be weighted by fucking mountains, and for a moment the adrenaline and endorphins overcome her exhaustion in a tidal wave because Tara smiles at her, looking so deeply wrung out but happy, and a tiny bundle squirms weakly in her arms.

Carmilla limps over to get a look at the baby, and her eyes meet tiny, curious grey-blue ones, a shock of platinum blonde hair that peeks out from the blanket she’s swaddled in. 

“Her name’s Aurora,” Tara says. “My parents are coming, eventually, but she was early and you… you’re our first friend here, and that’s important.” 

She glances at her wife, and up to Carmilla, who barely notices the look. She’s enthralled by this child, Aurora, who’s so fragile it’s killing her but still, she can look up with the infinite wonder of a tiny little person who needs to know the world she’s only been on for a scant number of minutes and seconds. 

“Which is why,” Tara continues, “we’ve gone over it, and… we’d like you to be her godmother.”

Aurora gurgles, and Carmilla pokes a finger out to stroke the baby’s smooth forehead, enthralled. She registers what her friend had said, sure, but that means absolutely nothing in the face of this little creature who’s breathing and has a heartbeat and-

Carmilla’s higher mental functions briefly return, and she looks up to her friends in awe. “Wait, you want- I-”

“We want you to be her godmother, because we trust that you’ll take care of her like you did for us, when we first arrived, when we were the only lesbian couple in the art alliance and you greeted us with kindness, despite clearly having your own issues to deal with.”

“I don’t… I don’t know what to say…” Carmilla mumbles. “I just…”

“How about thank you?” May suggests. “Would you like to hold her?”

Carmilla nods, crumpling into a chair as the exhaustion returns in a sudden wave. “I… yes. Thank you.”

May settles Aurora into her arms, and Carmilla’s chest feels hot in a good way, for once.

“Hello, my little moon,” Carmilla murmurs. 

There is a world in which she never met this child, and that suddenly strikes her. That this baby, who is not hers but she is able to share in the first hours of, could have been a stranger. 

She tightens her grip. She isn’t ready for her own child, not yet, her brain is still screaming at her that she needs to destroy herself for this tiny thing and she couldn’t live like that for her own little one, but it’s enough for now to hold Aurora.

“Thank you,” she murmurs. “I’d love to be her godmother.” 

[apothe-roses]

Forgot to relog but this is my fic!

Take These Broken Wings (And Learn to Fly)

Author: @apothe-roses | Artist: @ride-thedragon

Rating: Explicit | Pairing(s): Aemond Targaryen x Alysanne Blackwood | Word count: 6,492

Warnings: Arranged marriage, angst.

Summary: Alysanne Blackwood and her family are preparing to uphold the claim of the one true queen Rhaenyra Targaryen. However, their plans are put on hold when a raven arrives telling them they are to receive a most auspicious guest, Prince Aemond Targaryen, the queen’s half brother, and a staunch supporter of his brother’s claim. The prince’s arrival changes Alysanne’s life in a way she never expected.

Read on AO3.

[morningstargirl666]

A question about TTBW rewrite. Are all the chapters on ao3 already rewritten? Or are you rewriting them? I'm wondering when to jump in and start reading.

They are not on ao3 yet, no. I'm going to re-post them when they're all finished as new chapters have been added, scattered throughout not just at the end, so if I updated one by one as I wrote them it would completely mess up the current chapter order and the fic would be unreadable. Updating the entire fic altogether also means people can binge it all in one go, rather than wait a while for it all to be finished.

So far there's 42 chapters for the rewrite, opposed to the original 35. I'm just over halfway in, working on chapters 19 and 20, with a few later ones in various stages of completion.

I'm going to do a big annoucenment when I've finished it all and I may even hide TBBW in a collection on ao3 while I update it because the changes are so immense and will take a while to post, so you'll get plenty of pre-warning. If you're a new reader, perhaps check out The Little Wolf, TBBW's prequel, while you wait - I've already edited and rewritten that and I'm pretty proud how it turned out. You can also jump in and read TBBW how it is on ao3 if you want to - the rewrite won't change the plot, even if it is changing some of the lore, expanding on characterisation and overall improving my writing. It's just your personal choice really, if you'd rather wait and read the newly rewritten version.

[jadelotusflower]

2022 Roundup - Writing

It was a mixed writing year for me - on the one hand I picked up some old projects, on the other hand I didn't actually finish the fics I intended to complete by the end of the year, and didn't meet or exceed my 2021 output.

I also didn't actually get much of my poor neglected novel written, however I have joined a writer's group irl and gotten some great feedback on what I've done so far, as well as some editing and have really thought through some of the plot/character issues that were blocking me.

So now 2023 is the year I complete this thing and start making a genuine effort to get it published!

2023 is also the year of finishing unfinished wips, including all of the below (except ttbw which was a one shot) and some I have in my docs that I didn't get any significant work done on this year.

Turn Your Face to the Sun - 8,518

Here I Go Again - 24,664

Nottingham Quintet - 5,146

Take these broken wings (and learn to fly) - 4,092

Novel - 3,140

Total: 45,440

[acourtofladydeath]

An untrained eye might not have noticed, but Nesta could read every flex of every muscle in her mate’s body. He was not okay.

From Chapter 3 of "Take These Broken Wings", currently in final edits.

Totally optional tags: @iftheshoef1tz, @born-to-riot, @thehighladywrites, @readychilledwine

When you see this post, add one sentence to your current WIP.

(I need to work on my thesis, so I’ll add a sentence per note as long as that’s sustainable. We can do this together 🧡🧡)

[aldocerandaz]

A future aircraft design supercomputed

Esta imagen, generada por las computadoras de alto rendimiento de la NASA, muestra un concepto de aeronave Transonic Truss Braced Wing (TTBW) que se prueba en un túnel de viento virtual y muestra cómo sus alas interactúan con el aire que las rodea. En este caso, el área de color rojo oscuro a lo largo de la parte delantera del ala representa un flujo de aire de mayor velocidad a medida que las…

[acourtofladydeath]

A Dark Black Night

In "Take These Broken Wings" chapter 3, Cassian, Azriel, and Nesta will have to face the Camp Lords during an Illyrian trial. Emotions run high, and unwanted truths must be faced. Who will the new Camp Lord of Windhaven rule in favor of, and what will it cost?

This chapter is dedicated to all the victims who have survived their assaults and their trials. The system is brutal, and you are seen.

Start reading below the cut and find the full chapter here on AO3.

There was one thing that Cassian had avoided more than any other during his recovery. Rhysand had pushed it off as long as he possibly could, but there could be no further circumvention. The Camp Lords had to be held accountable for their actions, and Cassian would have to face them, and by extension, himself.  Illyria had its own judicial system to try and convict crimes, and since Cassian’s assault was committed by and against Illyrians on their home soil, they had to return to Windhaven for the trial. Rhysand, as High Lord of all fae within the Night Court had attempted to find a way around it, but eventually Nesta and Emerie had stopped him.  “You do realize that this is exactly why Illyria distrusts you right? You’re trying to circumvent a process that’s been in place for thousands of years because it helps your family. Whether the trial happens in Velaris or Windhaven, Cassian will still have to testify, and he will still have to face those lords. You can’t protect him from this,” Emerie explained in a private meeting with Rhysand. Her voice softened in recognition of what their friend would be subject to, but continued nonetheless. “But you can help him by working with Illyria on this instead of against them.”  They’d had several of these get-togethers since Emerie’s talk with him outside Cassian’s room. The pair spent time discussing how his court’s lack of action had caused as much damage as incorrect action would have. Rhysand had listened, and while not much had changed in such a short time, Emerie was hopeful.  The day of the trial, Cassian had requested that Morrigan be the one to winnow him, Nesta, and Emerie to Illyria. She had been more than happy to oblige, but his brothers were left feeling helpless and hurt. Ever since the confrontation in front of Cassian’s door, Rhysand received nothing but a cold shoulder from Nesta. Azriel was another story, though no one knew the tale. Emerie had been most forgiving, and tried to encourage Rhys and Azriel to keep the faith. Rhysand hoped that what had happened between him and the Valkyrie had set some things straight not just between them, but between Velaris and Illyria.  Nesta saw Cassian’s body stiffen immediately once they landed in Windhaven. It was early spring, but the snow still lay thick on the ground. The sharp, cold air cleared her lungs and Nesta reveled in the crisp scent of pine, of home. Despite the impending worry of what was to come, Nesta felt a pang of longing for all Illyria had become to her. It hit Nesta then just how strong the bond had become between her and her chosen home.  And as much as Nesta was glad to be back on Illyrian soil, she watched carefully, ready to be there for Cassian the moment he asked. Cassian’s home had been stolen from him. As he took his first steps, solid from their balancing practice, part of him cowered. An untrained eye might not have noticed, but Nesta could read every flex of every muscle in her mate’s body. He was not okay.  In front of them stood a permanent tent fixture, the material and appearance so much like those celebration tents from the Day of Breaking. Nesta took a deep breath as she remembered the last time she’d walked up to a tent like this, the violence and bloodshed she found within. Today she approached again, ready for a different kind of battle. And she knew that if the tent affected her this much, it must pale in comparison to Cassian’s experience. Nesta approached his side to grasp his hand. Her mate wore a determined look on his face as he slowly began to walk forward, but she felt the slight tremble in his fingers.

Continue reading on AO3.

[dumbasswithapen]

Ties That Bind - Raphaella

Summary: band practice gains a new member

[acourtofladydeath]

YES!! Yes to all of this. In my fic they are definitely on this journey together, as they should be. Emerie plays a huge part in this story, as does Illyria’s political system.

Healing from trauma is not a linear process, neither is social change. Perfection does not exist, and all we can do is our best.

I'm vibrating at the potential of how much growth and arc Cassian could have had if he lost access to his wings and became disabled and cut off from flying like the rest of the male Illyrian population

finding self worth in himself instead of through his wings or his power or his rank or status. Cassian finding himself and maybe hobbies and interests outside of Fighting and Fucking

the world view changes so much through a lense of disability. the POTENTIAL omg

[jetline-marvel-blog-blog]

Will Boeing use NASA's TTBW prototype to begin building 100-seat aircraft?

Will Boeing use NASA's TTBW prototype to begin building 100-seat aircraft?

The full-scale Transonic Truss-Braced Wing, which is expected to fly by 2028, is being developed jointly by Boeing and NASA. This aircraft might set the pace for future advancements in the aviation industry. As with other commercial aircraft, the classic wing structure consists of a single, fixed frame. The new design will replace the existing method of attaching two frame structures to the…

[actu24hp]

L’étonnant démonstrateur d’avion vert de la Nasa et Boeing

Après le projet d’avion à hydrogène d’Airbus, le démonstrateur d’avion vert de Boeing. Le géant américain a été sélectionné par la NASA le 18 janvier pour développer et tester en vol le démonstrateur en vol SFD (Sustainable Flight Demonstrator). Cet appareil monocouloir sera doté d’une voilure ultra-fine, dite TTBW (Transonic Truss-Braced Wing), qui devrait permettrede réduire la consommation de…

[acourtofladydeath]

It is LITERALLY IMPOSSIBLE for me to choose just one. So I'm giving you two, one from each fic. I eat, sleep, and breathe pain.

Take These Broken Wings, Ch 1: Blackbird, Fly

The pain was excruciating, and sent his head spinning as he breathed in the scent of his burning flesh. Briefly, he considered that this must be what Azriel had felt and pain of a different sort washed through his mind. 

New chapter currently in the works...

All Things End, Ch 1: Inside Fading Out

I was told by @pippsmcgee this is the most devastating line I've written so I'm sharing it as well:

“No, he can’t be, I saw him earlier today, mother looked so scared with him. I’m worried he’s hurting her again. Please tell me he’s locked up.”Eris gripped Azriel’s wrists with white knuckles, terror stricken across his face. “You have to get out of here Az. If he sees you, if he finds out about me…he’ll kill us. He can’t know about the bond. We haven't even gotten a chance to accept it yet. Please go. I can’t let him hurt you.” A brief flicker of pain flashed across Azriel’s face before he responded to Eris. He hadn’t seen his mate this scared since before Beron had died, and he was certain their children had never seen it at all. Azriel knew his mate would never show this fear in front of them, and would instead find a way to bring them comfort and strength while he battled his demons internally. “He’s locked up, my love, he can’t get to either of us. Your mother is resting in her room, and I have attendants with her. My shadows are hiding me from Beron. I’ll be okay.” Eris visibly relaxed. He released Azriel’s wrists and pulled his arms into his chest. “I’m so scared…” his soft voice shook, almost inaudible even to Azriel’s fae hearing. He wrapped his mate up into his arms, tucked him into his chest and gently rubbed his back. Over Eris’ head, he looked back at his children where they sat at the table and had watched this terror unfold in their papa.

She then told me that she would expire from grief if I tried to top it... begged me not to, even... so you bet your ass I will be attempting to. Stay tuned for more ACOTAR whump!

tagging: @chunkypossum (yes, i know you're tagged, but you always hurt us so good...), @readychilledwine, @fieldofdaisiies, @nocasdatsgay

Most Heartbreaking Line

@sarawritestories tagged me in a challenge to share the most heartbreaking line I've ever written for any of my WIP's and I was like babe...how would I choose??? This is me we're talking about.

Literally live footage of me piling angst onto all of you, 24/7:

Anywho, then she said, and I quote, to think of "which one will hurt me the best and pick that one" so, you can have an as of yet unpublished two lines that won't make much sense out of context, but when you read chapter fourteen of Truth & Talon, you'll know what she's apologising for (and then you'll cry).

“I’m sorry.” I choke out, trembling slightly against him. “I feel like I let you down.”   “No, angel.” He says quietly, cradling me close. “You didn’t let me down.” His arms tighten around me. 

I shall no-pressure-tag: @justallihere, @revelationinthelightofday-writes, @void-my-warranty, @yanny-77, @callmeblaire, @velvetlilacsdaisies, @sarahydeart 🖤

[bookafe-blog]

The Temple Bar Woman by Sujata Parashar. Coming Soon, trailer out on #youtube ...... #ttbw #TheTempleBarWoman #sujataparashar #booktrailer (at Delhi)