our blades are sharp

independent ramsay bolton

[iheartgot]

Nods to book readers in GoT 5x08

[iheartgot]

A smart commander does not abandon a defensive advantage. As long as we stay behind these walls, they can’t touch us. Not to mention that the snow is so deep, we couldn’t get an army through to engage them even if we wanted to.

[redladys-blog]

Game of Thrones AU: Sansa manipulates Ramsay and turns him against Roose

[shitsgold]

[iheartgot]

“You didn’t know? Yes, he’s done very well for himself.”

[inhumanemonster]

[deceptionisms]

Yes, Reek?

[deceptionisms]

myranda bit her lower lip, mixed with a tetchy grin, savoring the pressure on her bare neck as she let him went on. bruises showed up so easily on the young maid’s fair skin but she didn’t mind, as long as he was the one to cause them. even though myranda enjoyed ramsay’s attention, the anger of his denial build up inside her chest while she thought about convincing him to change his mind. short silence after those words were spoken. brown eyes narrowed and looking to the side, so she could watch his his features. a rapid movement separating his lips from her neck and myranda slowly raised her head. normally she would just nod and obey but as long as this girl was still around, myranda could not suppress her envy.                                        ’        is that a threat? ’

    lips dusted from her neck to her ear, deciding that shutting her up now     would save them both the trouble of worrying any longer. ramsay was a     bit bored with her jealousy, which not only displeased him but drove him     away from her. driving him away was surely the last thing that she wanted,     though myranda sometimes confused him - more so than any other woman     he had ever laid his hands on. possibly his mother was a close second, but     myranda had her beat by a thousand. his lips press softly against her ear,     even taking the lobe between his teeth to nibble on it lightly.                   ‘ impatience bores me, ’   he tells her in a hushed whisper.                          ‘ you don’t want to bore me, do you, myranda ? ’

[deceptionisms]

                      “ DO YOU THINK SHE’S        PRETTY ?”

[justinmassey]

[deceptionisms]

“I heard you asked father to give you twenty men to go after Stannis. What is it with men, war and glory?”

            ‘ i’m doing something, sister. unlike you. ’

[deceptionisms]

STARTER CALL

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[deceptionisms]

ROUND AND ROUND // imagine dragons

Round and round I won’t run away this time Till you show me what this life is for

[signerick]

[frozen-and-warmly-in-your-arms]

[signerick]

“- But you’re a bastard. A trueborn will always have the stronger claim. 

-… Bastards can rise high in the world.”

[deceptionisms]

   Ethan had been more than her brother. He had been her lord,    her twin, her best friend… he had been her other half. His absence    would always be an ache she felt. She didn’t care about orders, she    cared about the fact that this man had tried to take everything. She     kept a firm expression… 

         “ I have. I learned how to ride when I was young. “            She had learned how to wield a sword too. 

   She had to keep her breath from hitching. She not only hated him,    but feared him. She wished she could find something else to feel,     having always been a girl who looked for hope… but here she could    find none. 

 Maybe she could take a horse and run away…. But where would she run           Where was there to go? The Boltons were the Wardens of the north   now. If they wanted to find her, she would be found… if they didn’t, her   family would fall. She had no choice.

           ‘ very well then. we best be off. my father will not want to              keep this wedding off any longer than it needs to be. ’

    truthfully, he hated ironrath. there was something about the air there that     reminded him of winterfell, a place he also hated dearly. it reminded him     of the starks, and the boltons were known for their hatred of the starks.      having practically killed all of them, there wasn’t one to avenge the young     wolf’s death. what a shame, ramsay might say while he was laughing.      there was no greater death than that one. ramsay just hoped his wedding     would be nothing of the sort. his hand reached out towards the girl,     wanting to be as nice to her as possible. though he had killed her twin,     he wanted to tame her and make her his own - something that might     not be as easy as he so hoped.

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he made his decision and she couldn’t just refuse him anything. there was only a certain power she had over him but at the end, he was the one in charge and she was nothing but his maid and whore. the most precious one but nothing more. it was like playing with fire, one false move and she would burn herself. and many already have… a soft moan escaped her throat when she felt his lips on her neck and the sharp pain of him pulling her long hair. myranda closed her eyes as she listened to his words. if she had to see this bitch the next day, she would push her down the stairs and make it look like an accident. myranda was an impatient young woman, maybe even too impatient for her own good.

                            ’ yes, m'lord. ’  

[deceptionisms]

    an obedient young woman, though her patience was lacking. ramsay was     no man to mess with, which she had seemed to learn the hard way. he     had tamed her over the years, though it was not hard. her brutal ways     were not brought into this world with their first encounter. no, she had     always seemed to be this way. the best maid of them all, he would have     to argue. not only did she fix his bed when he was not around, but she     was the best fuck he could possibly ask for. there was no way of knowing     just how long she would stay, but he hoped that it would be forever. his     lips mark her neck, to show everyone that she was his.

                    ‘ i think we need to teach you how to be a little more                      patient than you are. i wouldn’t want my lovely maid                      to get in trouble. now, would i ? ’