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[cursebrcken]

CURSEBRCKEN / only you can save yourself / dependent multi-muse blog associated with westeroslive / penned by r.

aelyx targaryen. prince of summerhall. / intro. details. threads. dairo rowan. lord heir of goldengrove. / intro. details. threads. kovarro zalyne. lord of braavos. / intro. details. threads. neşe tarth. liege of evenfall hall. / intro. details. threads. shyra hornwood. ruling liege of hornwood. / intro. details. threads. tyana baratheon. lady of storm's end. / intro. details. threads. ysilla royce. liege of the gates of the moon. / intro. details. threads.

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[flamedreamt-deactivated20250301]

shoes  happens  to  be  the  single  phrase  which  enters  naerys's  head.  a  blink,  slower  than  the  cat  -  eye  lining  their  lid,  a  turn.  “what  was  that?  your  shoes  are  for  the  cowboys?  all  you  need  is  a  pony  to  go  with  it."  they  glance  down  at  their  own  shoes  —  boots,  button  -  up,  exchanged  out  for  the  sake  of  comfort  moccasins.  “i  don't  think  it's  the  proper  weather  for  that,  shyra.”

[cursebrcken]

amusement  tugs  at  their  lips.  irritation  slowly  fades;  it  was  all  bluster  anyways.  they  pocket  their  phone,  shaking  their  head.  "eh,  if  you  got  enough  lining,  you  could  make  it  work  short  term."  shyra  knocks  elbows  with  naerys  again,  eyebrow  raising.  “speaking  of  ponies  ---  you  are  going  to  join  me  out  for  a  ride,  aren't  you?  there's  nothing  quite  like  riding  through  snow.”

[ravasz]

There was a relieved sigh leaving him at the sound of Kovarro's silky smooth voice, happy to finally be rescued, even though being tied up like that was actually kind of fun. That last sentiment might have just been influenced by the amount of alcohol already in his system. Nevertheless, Martyn was happy that his knight in shining armor was Kovarro. Always a pleasure to look at. And to listen to. And to dance with. "It was an accident, I swear--" He laughed before taking a deep breath and forcing himself to stop moving. "I didn't think getting this cartoonishly tangled was actually possible, but here we are... I'm just glad you're here to save me from freezing on this porch."

[cursebrcken]

"i  absolutely  believe  you."  he  did  not.  but  it  mattered  little,  for  he  would  take  this  distraction  with  glee.  "i'm  glad  as  well.  it  would  be  a  shame  to  lose  you  in  such  a  way."  kovarro  pulled  and  pushed,  moving  martyn  as  needed;  more  of  the  christmas  lights  unraveled,  tangles  disappearing  under  deft  fingers.  "but  i  think  you're  also  glad  to  be  handled  like  this,  hm?"  teasing  smile  offered  freely,  easily;  perhaps  daringly.

[unbowcdarchived-deactivated2025]

mirth  glittered  like  the  snow  beneath  the  mid-day  sun  as  sirens  gaze  tracked  along  the  supposed  snowmen.  “  i'm  guessing  they  get  disqualified  before  judging  even  starts.  ”  el  noted  with  a  smirk  ,  attention  falling  on  kovarro  as  she  plucked  flask  from  her  pocket.  “  family  affair  and  all  that.  ”  liquor  tipped  past  her  lips  ,  spiced  -  sweet  notes  hitting  her  tongue.

[cursebrcken]

"oh,  but  what  if  these  judges  don't  even  recognize  them?  that  would  be  interesting."  would  finally  bring  some  form  of  entertainment  around  these  parts.  he  could  never  stay  still  in  one  place  for  too  long,  eyes  always  drifting  to  the  horizon  sooner  than  later. kovarro  leaned  forward,  gaze  dropping  to  el's  flask.  "are  you  in  a  sharing  mood  or  will  i  need  to  swipe  that  from  you  later  today?"

[oftroje]

　　　　𖥻 𝗶𝗺𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗮𝗴𝗲𝘀.　　𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘥‚　　rhaeys　　targaryen.　　

[  💌  →  sibling  1  ]:   sure,   that's   one   way   of   putting   it.   i'm   just   wondering   if   she's   medicated   rn [  💌  →  sibling  1  ]:   homely   is   also   not   a   word   one   should   use   for   the   targaryen   family [  💌  →  sibling  1  ]:   cooking   ??   fun   ??   do   i   look   like   martha   stewart   ?? [  💌  →  sibling  1  ]:   can   you   fake   enjoying   the   meal   i'll   have   a   chef   whip   up,   please   ?

[cursebrcken]

[  💌  → rhaeys t. ]:  maybe she's trying? though i've stopped trying to guess her motivations long ago [  💌  →  rhaeys t. ]: it could be fun with your wife. be the snoop dog to her martha stewart if that helps. [  💌  →  rhaeys t. ]: but if you must insist on having a chef do the work for you, i'm certain i'll enjoy the food, no faking required.

[flamedreamt-deactivated20250301]

“you  give  me  too  much  credit.  the  opportunity  hasn't  presented  itself.”  braggart  he  may  be,  but  shyness  prevails,  telling  at  how  his  gut  still  twists  when  aelyx  reaches  for  him,  fur  of  his  lapel  around  his  neck,  suddenly  cloying.  wishing  to  rip  it  off  and  —  then  what?  then  what?  curl  of  long,  coarse  hair  to  their  finger,  and  the  tendrils  touched  tingle  at  the  scalp.  “i  think  i'm  a  coward!  really.”  added  on,  with  a  huff.  “or  an  idiot.  or  all  of  it.”

[cursebrcken]

the  flicker  of  satisfaction  burns,  though  guilt  quickly  extinguishes  the  flame.  they're  well  aware  of  their  own  hypocrisy.  of  how  no  matter  how  many  years  pass,  they  still  remain  the  same,  pathetic  coward  trailing  after  elias.  "none  of  what  you  speak  sings  of  cowardliness."  a  pause.  "idiocy,  well  .  .  .  "  a  hint  of  a  smile  appears,  and  they  give  another  gentle  tug  before  finally  releasing  friend's  (  friend,  just  friend  )  hair.  "you  still  have  time."  aelyx  swallows thickly.  "however  and  whenever  you  do  it."

[nob1es]

        "  you  not  eating  my  shit  for  the  third  time.  "  viserra  responded  with  a  smirk  and  looked  down  the  slope  to  see  if  it  was  free  of  any  stragglers.  "  but  this  time,  you're  buying  me  some  cider.  see  you  down  there!  "  they  cackled  and  set  off  with  a  head  start.

[cursebrcken]

aelyx  sighed  and  rolled  his  eyes,  perhaps  a  bit  dramatically.  still,  a  small  smile  appeared,  good-natured,  despite  his  repeated  losses.  "we'll  see  about  that."  but  his  words  were  lost  as  viserra  launched  off.  "hey!  viserra!"  he  pushed  off,  changing  plans  and  veering  toward  the  harder  ---  but  faster  ---  path.  "you  won't  win  this  time!"

[ilthoriatm]

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"  i  didn't  think  coming  here  would  be  so  beautiful-  "  amethyst  hues  glint  in  the  light,  reflecting  the  awe  and  wonders  in  the  targaryen's  eyes.  the  florist  hasn't  left  her  own  quaint  little  hideout  in  months  and  being  invited  to  come  along  by  family  felt  great.  "  do  you  think  there's  any  chance  we  could  see  any  wild  nature  ?  I'm  not  much  for  skiing,  but  cross-country  might  be  something  for  me.  "

[cursebrcken]

"i  don't  see  why  not."  violet  eyes  glimmered,  matching  that  of  cousin.  it'd  been  too  long  since  he  last  saw  maesella,  and  her  infectious  excitement  plucked  a  rare,  genuine  smile  on  his  face.  "surely  there  are  carriage  rides  that  will  ride  out  into  those  snowy  landscapes."  aelyx  gently  nudged  maesella's  arm.  "the  only  question  that  remains  is  who  will  you  ask  to  join  you?"

[ichorsveinedarchive]

a deep sigh , with only a hint of melodrama , " laenor says he's too old for this , " bronte attempts to @cursebrcken @disrcpairs @unbowcd , as if that would explain the organized chaos before her . slabs of perfectly baked gingerbread , piping bags of royal icing , a veritable treasure trove of candies . " so i suppose i'll be on my own this year , thinking about my son officially becoming a teenager , and drowning my sorrows in sugar " — she twirls a candy cane between fingers , plopping it into her mouth , hook out — " unless … you wanted help ? " eyebrows quirk playfully .

[cursebrcken]

aelyx  merely  listens,  leaning  back  against  the  counter  with  arms  folded.  but  a  brow  slowly  quirks;  a  smile  gently  grows.  "a  truly  terrible  chapter,  those  teenager  years."  he  finally  stepped  closer,  leaning  over  the  plethora  of  materials  before  selecting  a  few  gumdrops.  "it  would  be  a  shame  to  leave  you  by  yourself  with  all  of  this."  snatching  another  few  gumdrops,  he  asked,  "so  are  we  going  to  be  building  multiple  houses,  or  just  one  so  we  can  have  the  leftovers?"

[steelfyre-a]

closed starter ›› kovarro zalyne , @cursebrcken

a  breath  of  laughter  escaped  before nereid could stop it after watching her brother dramatically fall. knowledge that the snow provided a soft cushion prevented much concern from rising, but she still skied over as fast as she dared - years of dance lessons granted her the needed balance to not yet follow in kovarro's footsteps but caution still colored actions.  ❝  maybe we should've tried one of the beginner slopes. ❞

[cursebrcken]

oh  the  terrors  of  snow!  how  fickle  it  was,  so  unlike  the  sea.  truly,  the  mound  wasn't  that  huge,  but  since  it  stopped  him  from  feeling  the  wind  on  his  face,  he  had  to  meet  the  ground  with  a  loud  groan.  flipping  on  his  back,  he  stared  at  the  sky  until  his  sister  came  into  view.  "that  wouldn't  have  been  fun  at  all.  plus,  we  avoid  most  of  the  children  over  here."  kovarro  raised  a  hand,  flapping  it  at  his  sister.  "are  you  joining  me  or  are  we  sliding  down  the  rest  of  the  way?"

[morewoe-archive]

"Oh."  Myra  keeps  her  smile,  makes  sure  it  doesn't  falter.  Her  job  revolves  around  recommending  titles,  and  she  hated  hear  that  she  failed.  "No  matter,  not  the  end  of  the  world.  You  know,  you  can  return  it  if  you  like.  If  you  trust  me  to  try  again."

[cursebrcken]

"myra,  of  course  i  trust  you."  tyana  holds  her  hands  out,  palms  up,  waiting  for  her  friend  to  take  them.  "i  want  to  try  it  out  again,  but  maybe  later.  i  think  my  head's  been  too  cluttered  with  all  the  marketing  i  had  to  do.  right  now,  maybe  something  more  .  .  .  snappy?  like  a  .  .  .  reality  tv  show,  but  a  really  good  one  that  keeps  me  on  the  edge  of  my  seat." her  lips  press  tight,  a  hint  of  shyness  crossing  her  features.  “also,  i'm  not  asking  because  i  think  it  should  be  here,  more  so  because  i'm  curious,  just  .  .  .  is  a  copy  here?  a  kraken's  day?”

[flamedreamt-deactivated20250301]

open / randomised starter lottery: for @crvwncd & @cursebrcken + unlimited replies . FROM: drazenko moraqos , tiktok superstar with over 1million followers , posting about daily moraqos life + rich boy antics . heavily involved in sea animals activism as a private donor . may or may not have an o*nl*f*ns.

glance  up  from  moving,  colourful  pictures  on  his  phone,  numbers  rising  and  a  little  smirk  as  rings  flashed  on  his  hands.  “oh,  do  forgive  me.  i  was  occupied.”  he  would  blame  it  on  the  hustle,  but  truth  be  told,  he  had  to  make  sure  he  was  placed  in  the  algorithms  in  a  way  that  suited  him.  how  else  was  moraqos  meant  to  make  a  statement  in  the  world  if  not  on  draz's  watch?  (  expensive  watch.  brand  new  rolex  with  a  golden  bottom.  engraved  with  his  name.  )  “my  rudeness  knows  no  bounds,  as  my  sister  would  say.  but  you've  captured  my  attention,  and  body,  and  soul,  now."

[cursebrcken]

"you're  full  of  shit."  his  mask,  always  molding  to  the  person  opposite  him,  dropped  so  easily  in  front  of  moraqos  heir.  kovarro's  irritation  always  sparked  bright  around  him;  perhaps  it  was  the  difference  in  their  work  fields,  perhaps  the  wealth  that  he  wore  easily,  proudly,  or  ---  kovarro  looked  draz  up  and  down  ---  it  was  just  him.  whatever.  kovarro  flashed  a  smile,  wide,  sharp.  "i'll  sell  your  soul  since  you're  giving  it.  sure  i  can  get  a  pretty  penny  off  of  it."

[wcrfcres]

CLOSED STARTER ✦ @vi0light , @cursebrcken location: a restaurant somewhere

everything else had been put on hold, rescheduled, or deferred at work. there is nothing more important than family, that had always been the case for baris. a trip to winterfell presented itself to be the best choice out of all the options — a holiday trip to winter wonderland, as cliché as it may be. the twins and leyla were easier to entertain, his lunch date is not as... easy. gaze fixed on every move, trying to gauge reactions, moods. ❝ do you want something else ? ❞

[cursebrcken]

oh,  he's  noticed.  the  worrying  at  her  glass,  the  picking  at  her  food.  her  father  couldn't  read  her  mind,  but  he  spent  nearly  her  whole  lifetime  learning  her  tells.  "no,  no,  this  is  fine."  folding  her  hands  onto  her  lap,  she  swallowed.  "this  is  all  fine.  sorry,  i  don't  mean  to  come  across  as  ungrateful.  i'm  glad  that  we're  eating  together.  there's  just  .  .  .  a  lot  on  my  mind."  a  sliver  of  a  smile.  "when  is  that  not  the  case?"

[steelfyre-a]

closed starter ›› @cursebrcken , @nob1es

a  wave  of  snow  was  kicked up as prince slide to stop on his snowboard at the base of the black diamond hill. loathe the cold as he did, he wasn't going to take the easy way to the base of the mountain like some coward. the victory wouldn't have tasted as sweet.  ❝  beat you again. i think that makes it three to one for me, and we did agree on best out of five. ❞   his smirk evident as he moved his goggles to rest on his helmet.

[cursebrcken]

failure  was  a  bitter  pill;  even  if  she  was  only  a  heartbeat  behind  calyx,  it  didn't  matter  when  she  lost  the  bet.  perhaps  she  should've  spent  time  with  her  siblings  on  the  slope.  "that  we  did."  neşe  didn't  bother  keeping  the  irritation  out  of  her  voice,  though  a  smile  did  follow.  "so,  what  do  you  decree,  your  highness?  what  do  i  owe  you?"

[flamedreamt-deactivated20250301]

closed / randomised modern starter lottery: for @steelfyre & @cursebrcken . FROM: perrin rogare , dark academic king , in the midst of studying for a second doctorate in ancient lyseni fashion & curating his first essosi artefacts exhibit .

“oh,  please,  don't  give  me  that  look.”  lyseni  glanced  up  from  his  snack  plate,  the  havarti  cheese  concealing  his  crackers,  books  sprawled  open  before  him.  “you  know  you  haven't  any  room  to  judge  me.  there's  still  so  much  left  to  do  before  the  end  of  the  year.”  granted,  the  exhibit  wouldn't  open  on  essosi  shores  until  march  —  but  perrin  hated  being  underprepared.  it  felt  disappointing.  at  least  his  first  thesis  submissions  were  behind  him,  but  that  didn't  prevent  him  from  running  it  through  the  editing  ringer.  “besides,  it's  not  christmas  yet.  it's  early  december.”

[cursebrcken]

"except  my  deadlines  are  actually  at  the  end  of  the  month.  you  can  allow  yourself  to  breathe."  neşe  plucked  a  piece  of  cheese,  nibbling  as  she  looked  over  perrin's  books.  concern  creased  at  her  brows.  "take  a  break,  perrin.  do  you  really  want  to  spend  the  majority  of  your  time  here  overworking?"

[vi0light]

 ❛   do  you  know  what  my  favourite  part  of  skiing  is  ?  ❜   shades  pushed  atop  of  head  ,  rhaenys  cast  a  glance  over  her  shoulder  at  her  daughter .  ❛   the  apres .   ❜  amused  at  her  own  wit  ,  table  was  chosen  out  on  the  porch  ,   two  chairs  overlooking  the  slopes  as  her  younger  three  continued  with  their  lessons .   ❛  isn't  it  nice  that  you  can  come  drinking  with  me  now ?  i've  been  looking  forward  to  these  mummy - daughter  bonding  sessions  –  fancy  champagne ?  i'm  already  at  the  fuck  it  ,  it's  christmas   stage .   ❜ 

 

𝘾𝙇𝙊𝙎𝙀𝘿  𝙎𝙏𝘼𝙍𝙏𝙀𝙍  ...   +  some chalet bar somewhere / @cursebrcken  .

[cursebrcken]

a  huff  of  laughter  fell  from  glossy  lips  at  her  mother's  comment,  thankful  to  find  a  source  of  commonality.  if  she  was  younger,  she  would  be  out  on  the  slopes  with  her  younger  siblings  ---  now?  neşe  sank  deeper  into  her  chair,  cherishing  each  sip  from  her  glass.  "this  is  really  nice."  enough  to  keep  her  mind  in  the  present,  rather  than  the  worst  of  her  thoughts.  "i'd  say  we  deserve  another  bottle  ---  or  perhaps  upgrade  to  their  best  wine?"

[cursebrcken]

AELYX TARGARYEN - MODERN AU

for our december edition, vogue magazine got an exclusive interview with the elusive aelyx targaryen. second in line to the throne, he's taken charge of the royal family's foundation, shaping it to a fundraising machine for a variety of causes. this soft-spoken prince is finally sitting down to talk about the next cause on the family's docket, what it's like to be part of the royal family, and the shocking engagement announcement to alysane tyrell. and of course we didn't forget to ask for every puppy pic of his tibetan mastiff, zeokas.