#richter castlevania

[biboomerangboi]

Haven’t been able to be normal since I realised that the move Richter used to save his life and stop him from dying like Julia was Annette’s move, he learnt it from her, she saved him from his worst nightmare and she probably doesn’t even know it.

[panicv0mit]

I got inspired to make some castlevania gifs in picmix <3 it was super fun to do

[colorfulwastelandvoid]

Richter vs Maria

What we do with grief

I find it interesting about the similarities in Maria’s familial storyline in comparison to Richter’s. The beginning of Richter’s story and character arc starts with Julia dying whereas Terra’s “death” begins seemingly toward the ends of Maria’s story (depends on how many seasons the show gets).

Richter clearly traumatized chooses to fall in to what he believes a Belmont is and how they are supposed to be. He compartmentalizes thinking that it all must be for a reason. He literally says that to Annette. His mother’s sacrifice must have been for a higher calling. Richter relies on humor and action to safeguard his own emotions. It is quite interesting that he is not closed off to people. He loves Terra and Maria. He opens himself to Annette and Edoaurd. He never let his grief truly consume him. He can still recognize and appreciate the love he finds himself in and hold it dear. We actually see what happens when he has to confront Olrox in season 1. He runs! He doesn’t stop until he can’t and breaks down and cries. He is consumed by fear and loss that his body moves on his own. We contrast that by the end of season 2 he is calm and sure. I’m sure that there is still hatred on Richter’s part but I think that they both have moved on from that. I think it’s Richter’s acceptance of who he is over the series leads to this moment but it not just that. It’s the love and admiration he has of Annette. It’s the budding friendship him and Alucard. It’s the ties he has found in Juste (his grandfather). Like Annette says she is surrounded by love, protected by it. Same is said for Richter. Now what does this has to do with Julia? It’s simple Julia is the archetype of what a good Belmont is to Richter, he says as much himself. He models himself after her.

How does this differ from Maria? When Terra gets turned into a vampire, we see a dramatic shift in Maria. The once passionate revolutionist is now angry and closed off. She is standoffish to those close to her. She’s lashes out at Richter, Juste, and Mizrak. Unlike the ghost of Julia haunting Richter(metaphorically), Terra is around talking to, her coaxing her. She’s here yet so far away. It’s like she’s toying with her heart and mind, not on purpose. With Terra’s constant interference and the ongoing revolution Maria snaps. She has a show down with the Abbot. She is fueled with hate and hurt. She burns the Abbot alive. Afterward it’s like she’s filled with this emptiness. She is now throwing herself into the war. Juste realizes this and says that they should leave that to other people but Maria is not hearing any of that. He is able to get Maria to fix her magic, making her remember what was the source of her magic. While she does find her source again the season 2 finale it’s clear that there is still a great deal of hatred and darkness in her.

Summary

What do we do with grief or what does grief do with us? In Richter case his grief manifests into fear. He, at first, runs and cannot contend with the confrontation with his mother’s killer. He also leans into the bonds he forms. He finds strength in them. Richter never closes himself off. It is those bonds that gives him the courage and peace to confront Olrox at the end. Whereas Maria closes herself off and lashes out. I equate this to the fact Terra isn’t technically dead. She’s the figure in the shadow, a bump in the night constantly around. Maria knows Terra is out there somewhere and she hasn’t gotten the chance to truly grieve. Julia is dead and Richter got the chance to mourn and find peace. I wonder how this dynamic between Maria and Terra will play out in season 3 (praying). Will they go the Alucard and Dracula route or find their own path?

Ps sorry for such a long post, I got to start breaking up these things but I get lazy😭. Someone asked for this, so I hope they liked it.

[pinkmirth]

I want to dom richter so badly 🥺 just imagine how cute he'd look, gorgeous baby blue eyes blown wide with lust and gazing up at you dazedly while a pretty pink blush dusts his cheeks as you ride him. His face, lips, neck, and chest completely covered in kiss marks in your favorite shade of lipstick. All the while, his wrists are snugly tied together with his white headband giving you full rein to his pleasure.

⸻ 𝒮𝒰𝒞𝒞𝒰ℳℬ!

𝑀𝒴 𝐿𝒪𝒱ℰ-𝒩𝒪𝒯ℰ! 𝜗𝜚 ₊ ⊹ oh nonnie, how i love your gorgeous mind! subby richie is now everything to me. and using the headband?! oh my fucking god . . . now that’s just icing on the cake >.< m’gonna faint and i need richter to catch me. thanks so much for sending in your thoughts! now, please enjoy this teensy tiny drabble for my favorite belmont boy ❤︎

𝒞𝒪𝒩𝒯𝒜ℐ𝒩𝒮 𝜗𝜚 ₊ ⊹ ( 1k+ words of . . . ) richter belmont x fem!reader (black coded), dom!reader, sub!richter, cowgirl position, bondage (via headband ooh!), edging, use of petnames (e.g. love, baby, rich, etc.) reader tells rich to ‘shut up,’ explicit language, lowercase intended, minors shoo!

richter finds himself quite stuck.

the purest shade of angel-white is what binds him, in the form of a thin strip of ribbon-like fabric. you’d slipped his headband clean off, smiling naughtily as you did so, and created makeshift ‘cuffs’ out of the cloth. it’s drawn together securely around his wrists like a tidy little bow, keeping him right where he ought to be— underneath you. 

your lover looks so good this way, so pliant; laid to the mattress, basking in the way you ride him. those glittering eyes of his, a bright ocean blue, have a thick wave of lust clouded over them. his cheeks are blooming the prettiest shade of blush-pink, and it runs across the bridge of his nose to tint the ends of his ears. richter’s chocolate brown hair has gone completely astray, even more so when you thread your fingers through the curls to pull, tug, yank. the best part of all, he's got his plush lips open wide with the pleading call of your name falling past it. 

you’re sat atop richter’s spent body, thighs enclosing him on either side. then, your hips begin to swivel; back, forth, back, and forth all over again. your ass, fleshy and round, jiggles with every movement after another, clapping down on the swell of his balls. you shift in the slightest, and he shudders. oh, do you love the thrill of utter control. it’s fun, watching him crumble and whine whenever you go a little faster. that’s what you do best, after all— driving him absolutely mad. 

richter isn’t the type to surrender. but for you, he gives it all up; just lies back and allows you to do as you wish. he likes having you above him. he likes your hungry stare and purposeful touches. he likes that for once, he’s allowed to be delicate and helpless. 

“you’re so sensitive tonight,” you coo, sounding airy but assured. as for richter, he grows restless beneath you. full of fervor and no pace, his hips desperately buck upwards, driving his cock deeper into your contracting walls. the man grinds, and he whimpers, eyes pricked with watery tears unfallen. you peer down at him, fingers drifting low to swipe at your clit, “you must really want to cum, hm?” 

he’s quick to nod, fluffy hair swaying with the motion. “please,” he, a belmont, begs. “if i can’t touch you, at least let me—”

“i’ll allow you to when i see it fit, not when you ask me to.” you dive down to his level, with your hand coming to grasp at his jaw. he feels the soft, familiar warmth of your breasts cushioning against his chest, your peaked nipples grazing his own in a way that pries a light moan from him.

you like this proximity; being close enough to press your lips, smoothly coated with waxy lipstick, upon the warm canvas of his skin. and so you do— one at the height of his rosy cheek, another against the pulse of his bobbing throat, and two more planted near his trembling pelvis. your favorite shade is what he’s now scattered in. richer’s a prettily painted picture. your masterpiece. 

“now shut up and be patient,” you smear the lipstick-print on his cheek with the drag of your thumb against it. he takes the digit into his mouth, wraps his tongue around it before you pop loose of his wet lips, “you can do that, i bet.” 

“yes, yes, i can,” a hasty reply he gives you, voice coated in desperation. it’s only when you top richter that he complies so well. and with that, you sit yourself up, planting your hands on his chest for leverage. you’re back to working him, angling the drop of your body to make his smooth cockhead collide with your spot. 

“ngh, f—fuck,” so many profanities spill from him that you’re sure he can hardly control it anymore. his mouth parts at how nicely your cunt sucks him in, and he can’t even bring himself to tear his eyes away from you sliding down the length of him, leaving creamy rings of arousal gathering at the base of him. 

“watch your mouth. you promised to be a good boy, did you not?” you give a sly warning. he’d listen, but the sway of your breasts with every bounce is too entrancing. if only he could just squeeze them, bite and lick and do anything that’d pull beautiful noise from you; flip you on your side, pound into you just the way you like and actually be fucking useful, but he can’t even manage to touch you in a position such as this . . . how cruel. 

from where his hands are tied against one another, he digs his fingernails into the supple flesh of his palm. “please, don’t fucking stop! oh, god— keep going, keep going,” with intrigue, you watch him stumble over his very own words. had his hands been free, he would be using them to slam you down harder. 

he’s throbbing now; rapid pulses at the underside of him, a sure sign of his nearing orgasm. “you’re close, rich. i can feel it,” is your sweet whisper, feathery against his ear. you’ve decided to give in. “go ahead. cum for me, love.” he does, without question. then comes a round of thick spurts, warm and pearly, tainting your womb once richter finally comes. 

his eyes seal shut, and it feels like his groans are reverberating through you. a little more is what you need, just that last bit of stimulation to push you over the edge. so again, you’re fucking yourself down on his twitching cock, getting off on the mess you’ve made out of him; spit-stricken lips and ceaseless moans. he’s a pretty little wreck of your very own doing. 

it’s the friction of his pelvis to your needy clit that finally satiates you. with a shameless cry, you spasm around him, reveling in the fullness before slowly lifting yourself off. thighs aching and body worn, you melt into richter, face pressed to his heaving chest. 

“i love this thing,” you pull the cloth loose and free richter of its confines, softly smooching his wrists, “keep it forever.”

“and why’s that?” he breathes out, touching where you just kissed him at his arm’s pulse. the headband’s constraint faintly lingers there.

“because it’s the only thing that makes you behave . . . you’re pretty when you behave.” he says nothing, silent with flattery. instead, richter gives the wordless response of his hands coming to fondle you from either side of your hips. he’s been deprived of your embrace for far too long. 

it’s quiet now, and the power play’s been set aside. he’s curling himself into your soft body, arms draped over your waist with his face nestled between your tits, and the white fabric’s been strewn over to the edge of the bed. all is still, though your hearts beat wildly together.

one day, he might dare to admit just how much he enjoys being used for the sake of your pleasure.

©𝑃ℐ𝒩𝒦ℳℐℛ𝒯ℋ! ⸻ all rights reserved! do not steal, plagiarize or repost any of my works. please and thank you! ౨ৎ

[halpwhatdoiputhere]

YALL SAW A TICK TOCK VID ABOUT HOW RITCHER WAS STRUGGLING WITHOUT HIS MAGIC WHILE TREVOR WAS BEATING THE SHIT OUR OF NIGHT CREATURES WITH STICKS AND PUNCHED DRACULA IN THE FACE AND SOMEONE IN THE COMMENTS GOES

Trevor would have wrapped nocturne up by episode 3

GODDAMMMMMNNNNNNN

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ROUND 2: POLL #28

Alucard/Richter Belmont vs. Angel Dust/Husk*

ROUND 2 POLLS [HERE]

PROPAGANDA BELOW

Made ship vs ship name correction above...excuse my failings with copy/paste

Alucard/Richter Belmont:

Angel Dust/Husk:

[dreadheadmadi]

Am I the only one who is little taken back by the fact that Richter thought Alucard was a myth and Annette didn’t know who Dracula was?

[thefigureresource]

Nendoroid Richter Belmont [Castlevania: Nocturne] from Good Smile Company coming April 2024.

[crab-milk]

bro not now she has to commune with the dead

[alucarddaily]

"I learned that family is not only made by blood. Ancestors and their offspring are linked together by a shared bond. For centuries, I've been fighting to save humanity with a Belmont by my side. Isn't that a family too?"

[panicv0mit]

what do you mean this didn't happen in the game

[colorfulwastelandvoid]

My babies 🥰. The slow burn, the angst, the cuteness. Annette and Richter yall are what I needed in these dark times😭. Perfect, they are perfect.👌🏾

[pinkmirth]

i cannot explain why . . but i feel it so deeply that he would be into spanking and flogging . . .

[sets-yu-gurl]

Eyyyyy! Am back

Y'all get to see this silly meme I made bsed off of @aquilaofarkham 's post on bluesky.

Okay have fun baiii

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HOLY SHIT you guys, I've been away for a day and you DESTROYED the reblogs and likes. I adore some of your tags and comments. Y'all are too kind 🥺💖

[eggsaladstain]

i love them

Source: Castlevania: Nocturne, Season 2, Episode 1

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ROUND 1: POLL #55

ROUND 1 POLLS [HERE]

PROPAGANDA BELOW

Mafuyu Sato/Ritsuka Uenoyama:

Alucard/Richter Belmont: