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“Hopefully a concussion,” she hissed, her jaw tightening at the closeness of him, though she refused to flee his gaze. She could be just as stubborn, her anger finally turned to boiling after all her time with him. Until now her fear of him had been based in imagination, certain of things he COULD do to her, if the liking struck him, though he never had. He could hurt her if he wanted, but she was done cowering from him.
“You’re an ASSHOLE, do you know that? And I won’t stay here any longer.” Of course the threat meant nothing while she was pinned to a wall, a position she then tested, pulling against his grip on her wrists without success.
his grip tightened on her wrists as he glared down at her. so she actually did have some FIRE in her afterall. ramsay wouldn’t admit it, but it was mildly interesting seeing that he wasn’t sharing a house with over pampered princess. yet right now, she was still causing more trouble than she was WORTH. ❛ really?. i never knew. ❜ ramsay shot back with an exceptional bite in his words.
not giving in to the other’s protests, ramsay mentally cursed his father for dumping this MESS on his lap. ❛ really? ❜ he scoffed at the ’ threat ’. little did she know if it wasn’t beneficial that she remained here, he would have dumped her in an alley months ago. and that was being NICE . ❛ and just where do you think you will go? you have nothing. ❜
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“———-don’t come any closer,” jon said in a warning tone, though his voice quavered. the alley way was dark and jon could scarcely see ramsay’s prowling form in the shadows, but he could feel the hands upon his shoulders, the overbearing presence. the brawl that had erupted in the club had landed jon with a bloodied nose and bruised cheek, and he wasn’t looking for any more trouble. a shiver of disgust coiled through him when he felt ramsay’s whisper against his ear, and he took a wide step back. “…take another step and i won’t hesitate to strike you bolton.”
remaining silent for a moment, the paler of the two paused, taking a moment to take note of the darkening skin around the other’s cheek. ❛ tsk, come on, jon, you’re acting like i BITE. ❜ it was a joy toying with him --- the pretty boy was wound so tightly that it was child’s play when it came to making him jump. ❛ or --- maybe you’re just scared that you’d like that if i did. hm? is that it, snow white? ❜ taking a step forward, ramsay then examined his’s face more closely, ❛ i never thought you liked it so rough. whoever did this must have really shown you a good time. ❜ it would be something if that was true. jon snow. liking it ROUGH. ramsay almost broke out into laugher right there.
❛ i’m not typically one for sloppy second, snow. even for a pretty boy like you. ❜
Do you like to BLEED?
NSWF asks | accepting!
hit me baby one more time
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NSFW Asks. Send them to my muses. Fluster them. Turn them on. Make them ache for you. Do it. I dare you.
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No, not Ramsay Snow. Open it. From this day until your last day, you are Ramsay Bolton, son of Roose Bolton, Warden of the North.
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Sansa stood in the doorway, one arm wrapped around herself as she watched him. It was two in the morning and she should be asleep, but the sound of him making his way through the door had woken her. She shook her head briefly at his words. “I haven’t come to watch anything.” She corrected, “did you forget I was here when you stormed out earlier?” She inquired shaking her head as she pushed herself forward approaching him cautiously.
“Why do you keep doing this?” She asked, voice low, “And I never said I didn’t care. It’s just hard when you do things like this…Is that blood?”
ramsay kept still ------ his legs nearly threatening to give out of him if decided to move ------ as he narrowed on the blurred imagine that he knew was sansa. even when he was WASTED she sounded so judgmental. rolling his gaze downwards, ramsay let out a skeptical grunt as he attempted to bring the room around him back into focus. ❛ well fuck if i remember what had happened when i left. ❜ his head tilted back as his words slurred together. all the thoughts in his head were scrambled. he remembered yelling, punching something in the house, then slamming his door on the way out. that was about it.
❛ i don’t want to have a reason for wanting to just have a drink. ❜ ramsay shot back, voice louder then even he had anticipated, as he wiped the crimson away from his nose, ❛ just don’t fuckin worry about it, okay? it’s none of your business. ❜
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IT HAD STARTED AS A SCREAMING MATCH. one side would hurl insults at the other and then the retaliation would come. like verbal machine gunfire ricocheting throughout the home they shared occupied together. at some point even they had forgotten what had made them so angry with eachother in the first place. perhaps it was because of his drinking. or maybe she had tried to run away by climbing out the window again. ramsay wasn’t sure. they both had plenty of reasons to be angry, too many to count really.
it was when she started throwing things that he had finally laid hands upon her. successfully managing to evade a small vase that had been aimed to hit his head, ramsay had seized her wrists in his hands, forcing her back against the wall to better manage to writhing. ❛ stop it. just stop it. ❜ he hissed under his breath as he locked his eyes on hers, ❛ just what the hell are you planning to accomplish? ❜
“i’m begging you…”
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❛ oh? is that so? ❜ there is a flash of amusement that flashes across his visage as he circled the other. jon snow. begging. now that was a sight that ramsay was not keen on letting pass without relishing in it first. dragging his hand across the other male’s shoulders as he flattered his steps to a halt just behind him, ramsay leaned forwards, lips near the taller’s ear. ❛ but i haven’t even done anything yet. ❜
“Are you drunk?”
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IT’S TWO IN THE MORNING when he half stumbled - half dragged himself in through the door. the stench of whiskey clung onto him like it was another presence in it’s own. bracing one hand against the wall, the man steadied himself as he raised the other to his bleeding nose. okay ------ so maybe he was regretting starting that fight down at the pub.
swinging his attention to the voice that had interpreted his hazed thoughts, ramsay allowed his hand to slip from the wall in favor of knocking his shoulder against the hard surface as well. ❛ why the hell do you care? ❜ he slurred, pale orbs glaring at the other, ❛ what? come to witness me in all my GLORY? ❜
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I. i wasn’t a human after you left.
but i wasn’t one when you were here, either.
II. so is it better to be a monster with a heart, or a human without a soul? you tell me sweetheart; you’ve been both at the same time.
III. my hands are shaking and my knuckles are bruised, but i survived.
monsters at their finest || m.m.c (via qhotes)
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Myranda smirked and tilted her head to the side. “You WISH, Lord Bolton. I belong to no man. Besides, if anyone belongs to anyone, you belong to ME.”
he’s amused attracted by her defiance, more then he cares to admit. ❛ tsk, tsk ❜ he chirps as he closes the distance between them, much like a predator closing in upon prey, ❛ it’s that wretchedly beautiful mouth of yours that is going to get you into trouble. ❜
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Send me "unf" for your muse to pin mine against the wall.
or send “reverse unf” for the opposite
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breathes heavily i have hella muse for dysfunctional relationship plots rn gIVE ME ALL THE DYSFUNCTION AND CHEATING AND FUCKING AGAINST THE WALL AND TEARS BC ARGUING AT STUPID O'CLOCK IN THE MORNING AND DRUGS AND pls i’m weak
❛ ------ you BELONG to me. is that clear? ❜
“you are despicable.”
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THE SKINNER HAD MADE NO ATTEMPTS TO EVEN ACKNOWLEDGE HER PRESENCE. her words meant nothing. if there was suppose to be a bite to her words, it was pathetic, like a pup nibbling at that the fingers of it’s master. this was what he had been left, a mewling whelp that would NEVER be suitable enough to carry their ancestors legacy.let alone every be worthy of carrying the bolton name with pride.
perhaps this was the punishment from the RED KINGS passed ; that he be given a weak daughter for having mingled with the blood of their enemies. theenmity between the starks and boltons went back to the long night itself as it was claimed. and now, it could be assumed, that the battle was now raging with the blood of one girl. one in which failed to share his eyes.
❛ if you do not wish to spend the nights in the kennels, you should learn to speak to your lord father with RESPECT. ❜
okay so this is probably a SUPER unpopular opinion but i just want to talk about how i don’t think that is was actually ramsay that killed domeric. it is roose who talks about how he believe that ramsay poisoned him, but that’s all it really is, an accusation: