The Nights Are So Long Now

AUTOPLAY || Indie Ramsay Bolton from Game of Thrones (TV series version). NSFW (Ramsay is his own warning) || OC Friendly || Multiverse || Semi-Selective || Non-Exclusive || Written by Panja (4 + years RP experience)

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Indefinite/Permanent Hiatus

          Hello, everyone, it’s sure been a bit since I’ve been on here and a lot has been happening in that time. I’ve been doing a lot of soul searching, a lot of reflection, a lot of seeking my purpose and figuring out what to do from where I am...and I’d like to share a major life choice I’ve made, a calling if you will, that a muse like Ramsay just doesn’t match up with.

          For a long time now I have felt as if I’m going no where, accomplishing nothing, and a general sense of not being anywhere near what or where or who I should be. It was a hopeless, helpless feeling and I finally got low enough that I turned to my faith and began praying for an answer, went back to church last weekend and as soon as the pastor started talking it was clear as crystal:

          Ten years ago, I heard God call me (I’m not being dramatic, I literally HEARD) while I was listening to a song about nations losing their pasts and winning their futures and He told me “I want you to be a part of winning those futures.” and I made a promise to go, overseas, as a missionary to tell others about what I have and who God is and why I believe in Him. A missionary calling. For TEN YEARS, I have ignored that promise, until last Sunday.

          I have fallen very far from the level of faith I had back then, but I was never happier than when I was faithful and unashamed and active in my faith and I am making an effort to regain that relationship and get back that sense of purpose and fearless existence that comes with the power of God at my back. So I am daily striving to be the best I can be, the kindest, the most loving, the gentlest, the boldest, and the most loyal...and when I feel I’m ready, I’ll be joining the International Mission Board and devoting my life to serving and witnessing in Japan.

          Thank you all so much for the wonderful times here, for being my friends and for sticking by me through all the hate and the political upheavals and the discord drama. It means a lot to me to find people here that are genuinely friends and people I can rely on! If you want to find me and keep in touch, I am always on discord at Panja#7429 or at my other three blogs @surpass-the-gods, @cabinetlurker and @dxngerouslyinnocent.

A special thanks to my main squeezes: @spiritedgrxce, @lorasthethorned, @xbrierxrose, @myrandaofdreadfort, @iron-reborn, @no-happi-endings, @lastxdragon, @iylamarbrand, @flayersdaughter, @devoidofbxnes, and @reekcd, @astatheloner, @goldnwulf , and @russetwolf.

And ALL of you guys I’ve been active with out there! It’s been great and I appreciate all the threads and interactions!

@starkmatriarch, @drakainas, @giantatheart, @killthebxy, @ladywxlf, @ivoryxdove, @zcldrizes, @boltxnbastard, @needlcd, @ncrthernking, @meryllfrey, @thestormlioness, @kee-writestrash, @acharmingbird, and if I missed anyone, I love you too!!

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Wow, I real can’t get enough of Chris Pratt, this is his full speech. (this needs to go viral on Tumblr if it’s not aready)

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🔥🔥 Tell me all your shipping secrets yo

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            {{ Shipping. Ohh, good old shipping...here’s my unpopular opinion on it. What someone ships, why someone ships, how many people ship with, NONE of that is anyone’s business but your own and people need to butt out and mind their own business.

                This has been a PSA by Panja. }}

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{{ Well, I was planning on doing replies on all my blogs today…but my external hard drive cord just died so I’ll have to get a new one before I can access my icons. I swear to God, it’s one thing after another every time I sit down to get to writing….}}

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Can you go away? You drive people away and make them uncomfortable with your annoying personality everywhere you go.

Oh love, go ahead and come off anon and tell me. I know who you are so, no point hiding sweetie. Though, you clearly don’t know me cause my real friends love me so…

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What the hell is wrong with you, anon? You need to step back and relax and get a life that doesn't involve being a nasty bully on this website. For you information, we love @spiritedgrxce and even when we disagree I still consider her a friend and blessing to know. So kindly fuck off, ok?

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You rarely ever hear the second verse of the Star Spangled Banner, but it's beautiful and deserves to be sung more often. I think people tend to forget what today is all about, that we are celebrating our country and freedom, yes, but moreso it's paying homage to the men and women and children who fought and died in pursuit of that freedom. So happy Independence Day, my American friends. Long may our beautiful banner wave!

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great britain: we lost the revolutionary war??!?

america: this is so sad, george washington play despacito

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It’s Sinday! Send dirty anons for my muses to answer to!

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Send “Frisky” for my muses reaction to your muse getting handsy...

Forewarning muses may be subject to getting slapped or punched if the touching is not well received.

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Coming soon to a computer screen near you...it's Panja's Noe Archiviste blog! Stay tuned ❤🇫🇷

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I never saw this movie.

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          {{ Well, I was going to get on and do some replies, but Tumblr is running HELLA slow and every time I try to write something it just thinks forever and won’t post. So I’m going to go read Vanitas no Carte and sink into the wonderful world of Jun Mochizuki’s wonderful mind and beautiful art talent. I’ll try again later if Tumblr wants to not be a butt. }}

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One of the things that really pisses me off is the way people think of villains. Yes, there are some villains who maybe are misunderstood, those who have motives to save others, but some are not. Some villains aren’t the good guys in disguise. Some villains are villains. There are bad people. They lie, they cheat, they murder, sometimes if only because it’s fun. If you play a villain, or an evil character, don’t ever censor your character, because if you do, you’re not playing that character, you’re playing a shell of them with their face.

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          {{ I fully intended to sit down and get some serious replies done....and I got distracted by The Office. I get off work earlier tomorrow so hopefully something will get done on at least one of my three blogs! }}

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0“I am not,” Kly got tangled up in her strange criss-crossed attempt to put her hands down. Now her long hair was all caught up in the mess too. “I’m not a mess! You’re a mess!” she yelled far too loudly. Finally, she managed to get it down. She looked around and then at Ramsay. “Am I dead? Because my tits hurt.”

          Ramsay just watched her, the attempts to lower her shirt had become a major chore it would seem and he found the struggle amusing. Eventually he tired of it and tilted his cup back to his lips and took a long drink in order to refocus himself, trying to ignore the odd looks they were receiving from passerbyers. How embarrassing...

          “If you were dead you wouldn’t KNOW your tits hurt, would you?”

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Before he lead her into the dungeons she cleaned up herself, rubbing every inch of her body till the moment skin changed its colour into red.

Wash up their filthy touch, their smell, those was what she wanted before she will stand again in front of them.

NEVER.EVER.AGAIN. That thought was trembling in her mind like a war drum. That was the last time Myranda was weak and let hurt herself. Something broke in her inside, last sparkles of gentleness and fragility. This night will be her initiation to a new life.

Water run down her face and body. Her mind was pure and ready to fill with new experiences.

Thanks gods, Ramsay made her as his before it has happen. Other ways she probably would kill herself. Her master was her strength, the reason she wanted to live. Myranda belonged ONLY to him. Those who humiliated her and offended the bastard of Roose Bolton will pay for it with their lives.

She stood now in front of them in the dungeons, looking straight into their eyes, one by one. They were scared. Understanding was visible on their faces, they knew they will die tonight.

But they couldn’t imagine the immensity of pain before.

She was soaking with their growing terror. Yes, this was HER night, HER moment. Nothing will be the same from now.

Myranda slowly threw off her dress, presenting them her naked body covered with fresh scratches and bruises, every single one was their spit towards Ramsay. She will clean those marks with their blood.

Bright smile lighted her face when her beloved gave her a knife and she shook her head, giving it back to him.

“LET ME PREPARE HIM FIRST.” She said with a calm tone and approached to the table with torture tools, taking from there hammer and nails. A terrifying shriek fulled the air of dungeons, when the girl pulled and tacked the first’s man cock to his thigh. “BE A BRAVE BOY” she hissed stroking her victim cheek “WE HAVE JUST STARTED. I AM A BEGINNER, YOU KNOW, AND I NEEDED TO IMMOBILIZE THE OBJECT TO MY PRACTISE” She backed to her master, taking a knife from him with barely stopped excitation. Revenge made her almost drunk. Her hands were shaking a little but only because it was new and she wanted do it properly. The tip of blade slid over all length of rapist’s penis and Myranda looked begging at Ramsay. “PLEASE HELP ME, HOW SHOULD I START?”

          Ramsay leaned against the wall behind her, keen eyes watching her every move as she embraced the challenge of accepting her own vengeance...she was changing every second she remained in this cell, surrounded by those who had wronged her, and she would not leave this place the same as she entered it. It was intoxicating to watch the last hints of innocence beginning to slip between her fingers, falling from her shoulders just like her dress as it fell to the dirty floor.

          He stepped forward then to give her the freshly sharpened flaying knife he had prepared for her, but at her denial to the offer he found himself confused and more than a little intrigued so he stepped back and gave her the reins to do as she pleased...after all, this was her game and the rules were hers to make. And he was not disappointed in his protege.

          His brows raised slightly in surprise at the path she decided to take with the hammer and nails, not a common choice of his but he had to admit that it was a highly effective tool as the screams that echoed through the dungeon would prove. Any normal person would flinch away from the scene, empathy pain making it impossible to look, but not Ramsay...and apparently not Myranda. Ramsay let her do her warmup how she saw fit and only when she turned to him to seek his advice did he push off from the wall and hand her the flaying knife, the curved edge flashing in the light of the lanterns.

          “That depends,” he replied, pressing the wood of the knife’s handle firmly into her palm, “But I would suggest avoiding anywhere with major arteries or veins because one wrong move, a cut too deep and you’ll kill him before you’ve had your fun. I suggest starting with the hands and feet, but your style is your own.”