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2 months ago | 13

rataciremarioneta:

ask-richterbelmont:

"Listen, we all have our fears…the best way to quell them is to face them. You’re a strong woman Naomi… I can tell."

He sighed. Where to begin with her? He could tell she would flee if he pressed the issue but Richter truly felt she needed some sort of company.

"Puppets? Is that what you did fo-" He coughed and paused as if changing the direction of his question. "Fo-for a living? Well I am sure there are many children and parents who would adore your crafts!"

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"Urgh…" She held her head, "I … I’m not supposed to be around people. Something’s telling me that."

Fleeing would be a definite choice among the many options if she were to be around people. Let alone pursued upon it. Just thinking about it made her dizzy and more vulnerable than scared.

"Puppets… yes, I made puppets. I don’t know what for but I made a lot of those things," Pausing, "I probably did but not personally talking with customers. Maybe someone helped me see them."

Then that didn’t make sense. Why was she penniless? If she were a merchant, then she’d at least have a spare coin on her.

"M-maybe business didn’t do too well?" What had it to do with this occult she was researching?

"Whatever is telling you that is hindering you, not helping. Much like looking at only yellow, finding the colour putrid, and refusing to look at the other colours of a beautiful rainbow, so is having one bad experience with people and refusing to see all the other wonderful humans this world houses." He replied, voice becoming more gentle as it went on.

"Well, first off, let’s get you to work! Laziness is a sin! I’ll get you some wood and paint hm? You can make some to sell in town! I think it will make you happy to pick up an old craft!

He hoped, none of the darker things resurfaced. Maybe this memory loss was God’s act of mercy.

vladthenolifeking asked:
A tiny bat splats into the window before falling down onto the windowsill, flopping about frantically.

thenolifekingalucard:

ask-richterbelmont:

ask-richterbelmont:

A groggy vampire hunter is awoken to the sound of an animal hitting his window. A bat. Curious. He wasn’t sure how they did it, but they usually avoided things rather well, this one must be sick. That or something else was wrong here. Truth be told, he really hated bats. Curiosity piqued, he picked it up between forefinger and thumb by the scruff of it little neck.

"What happened to you huuUUUH!?" His voice suddenly became a roar. This was not some normal bat, or even the evil kind of Castlevania, this was a full blown vampire. He knew the difference.

"What a terrible night to be horribly clumsy vampire, eh?" he smiled a bit before turning serious. "You’ve just flown to the house of Richter Belmont, Vampire…State your business." Not that he planned on sparing it most likely.

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Richter’s intense stare never stopped. The poor little thing looked terrified, and Richter almost felt more like the monster here. Not that that was a negative feeling for him. He reveled in the role reversal; it was fitting for who he felt was a merciless murderer.

"It’s ironic isn’t it? I am sure many of your victims were in the same helpless position. So, maybe you should give me some advice… what did you do to them? I’m sure you sucked the blood straight out of their neck all the same…despite their pleas. I don’t want to taste any blood but, I could snap your neck…right?" In a quick motion the hunter released the bat, and, before it could escape, took hold of the bat’s neck with his two fingers.

"Easy pickings…." Despite the hunter’s bravado he was very tense. Vampires could transform and stun opponents. Perhaps this was all an act. He needed to be careful.

The bat gave a shrill screech as it was grabbed around the neck roughly, It flapped its battered wing uselessly, trying to latch its feet onto the hunters hand to stabilize itself. Yet it did not bite or even hiss, it only wanted aid. 

It fell still after a couple minutes of frantic and desperate movements, its little chest moving vigorously.

It really was pitiful, and despite the fact that a different form might be advantageous it stayed  as a tiny bat, no bigger than his palm, .

"This is getting ridiculous." the Belmont snarled, flinging the animal forward. He wasn’t sure why he couldn’t pop it’s head off but it was hard for some reason. His humanity and pride he supposed; Richter hated bullying and the strong harming the weak. The bat might as well been a newborn. He couldn’t do it.

"Transform yourself to your corpse-form Vampire, and fight me with dignity. I will give you the chance…" he bellowed.

tenaflyviper:

Niumbaha superba - the “Panda Bat”.

Origins: South Sudan

The genus Niumbaha was created to classify the Panda Bat, as it has many unique characteristics apart from any other genus.  The word “Niumbaha” means “rare” or “unusual” in Zande, the language of the Azande people of the region where the bat was discovered.

Anonymous asked:
Wait hold on, I got this. *pulls out phone* uhuh. yep. yeah huh. mhm. ok, see ya Jackie. *puts phone away* he said "Who the fuck is Belmont"

My, what a crude tongue.

"If he doesn’t know the name Belmont I am afraid he is probably a inexperienced or ignorant hunter. All of Christendom knows of our exploits…"

2 months ago | 2

dream-of-lust:

ask-richterbelmont:

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I

SAID

STOP

THAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

He suddenly realized that he was probably giving her exactly what she wanted. He hated this, it made him feel like he was betraying his wife, and only making the excuse that he couldn’t turn his back. Wait, was he!? “Damn wretch. The second I have the vampire killer in my hands, the whipping you receive will be so painful you’ll wish you had been rotting in hell.”

Wait… HE DID IT AGAIN.

image ”Oh my~ My Belmont, you know just what to say to make me excited, don’t you~” she giggled, lowering her arms before leaning forward, wiggling her hips, 

"Are you going to whip me like the naughty demon I am~? Bend me over your knee, or tie me up~?" Oh, she was having too much fun with this now~

"…" He just stares to the side, watching her, but only out of the corner of his eye. He decided he’d shut his mouth; Richter was never the sort to have a flirtatious tongue, and couldn’t combat one with his own. he was sure grandpa Juste would have put her in her place.

sapphiredragonfire:

ask-richterbelmont:

sapphiredragonfire:

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"Richter, the more you speak to that wretched demon, the deeper you dig your pit. My advice would be to cease speaking, as it’s only going to be your undoing."

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"S-she won’t leave me alone! And I can’t just turn away from her, she’ll be at my back before I can say "Die Monster!" 

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"And if you keep speaking to her, then that means you are giving her attention. Meaning she’s not going to leave you be. And you seem to be without Leon’s whip at the moment…"

"Its…"

He couldn’t believe he was actually going to say this.

"at the cleaners."

Anonymous asked:
No brother Belmont, like, the actual Darkness. You have to hit up somebody in the Estacodo bloodline for their help

"Alright, you lost me greyface…and I have never heard of this bloodline. Is it a hunting clan from the west, Iberian? I’m afraid I would not be able to be there and back in time to quell her."

2 months ago | 0
Anonymous asked:
RUN RITCHER! THAT WOMEN POSSES THE WITCHBLADE, AND THE ONLY THING THAT IS POWERFUL ENOUGH TO STOP IT IS THE DARKNESS!

"Funny, most dark creatures aren’t very fond of light…wouldn’t you think? Don’t worry greyface, once the Vampire Killer is back from the cleaners that devil is in for a rude awakening. I might even throw in a bottle of holy water as a parting gift, I hope shes thirsty after her little show."

2 months ago | 0

sapphiredragonfire:

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"Richter, the more you speak to that wretched demon, the deeper you dig your pit. My advice would be to cease speaking, as it’s only going to be your undoing."

"S-she won’t leave me alone! And I can’t just turn away from her, she’ll be at my back before I can say "Die Monster!" 

2 months ago |  via |  source | 7
vladthenolifeking asked:
A tiny bat splats into the window before falling down onto the windowsill, flopping about frantically.

thenolifekingalucard:

ask-richterbelmont:

A groggy vampire hunter is awoken to the sound of an animal hitting his window. A bat. Curious. He wasn’t sure how they did it, but they usually avoided things rather well, this one must be sick. That or something else was wrong here. Truth be told, he really hated bats. Curiosity piqued, he picked it up between forefinger and thumb by the scruff of it little neck.

"What happened to you huuUUUH!?" His voice suddenly became a roar. This was not some normal bat, or even the evil kind of Castlevania, this was a full blown vampire. He knew the difference.

"What a terrible night to be horribly clumsy vampire, eh?" he smiled a bit before turning serious. "You’ve just flown to the house of Richter Belmont, Vampire…State your business." Not that he planned on sparing it most likely.

The bat squeaks weakly, puffing up at the roar. It did its best to fly but its wing was tattered. It made a pitiful sound flattening itself against the palm, trying to seem harmless so the hunter wouldn’t harm him.

Its eyes flicked up to the hunter, gleaming slightly as if pleading.

Richter’s intense stare never stopped. The poor little thing looked terrified, and Richter almost felt more like the monster here. Not that that was a negative feeling for him. He reveled in the role reversal; it was fitting for who he felt was a merciless murderer.

"It’s ironic isn’t it? I am sure many of your victims were in the same helpless position. So, maybe you should give me some advice… what did you do to them? I’m sure you sucked the blood straight out of their neck all the same…despite their pleas. I don’t want to taste any blood but, I could snap your neck…right?" In a quick motion the hunter released the bat, and, before it could escape, took hold of the bat’s neck with his two fingers.

"Easy pickings…." Despite the hunter’s bravado he was very tense. Vampires could transform and stun opponents. Perhaps this was all an act. He needed to be careful.

dream-of-lust:

ask-richterbelmont:

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"I know what your doing, I’m not some stable boy who has never been with a woman." He would turn around and stalk away except she was the sort of monster you don’t turn your back on.

"Put your hands behind your back, I can see one of my ancestors must have given you a little extra space to do so, so lets try that. If I have to suffer you this whole time I don’t want any shenanigans. Get too close and you’re going to wish my arms were behind my back."

image Well, he was certainly a little shit, wasn’t he~?

Giggling, she rose her arms up and rested her arms behind her head, jutting out her chest and tilted her head, “Oh~? You mean like this~?” she purred.

I

SAID

STOP

THAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

He suddenly realized that he was probably giving her exactly what she wanted. He hated this, it made him feel like he was betraying his wife, and only making the excuse that he couldn’t turn his back. Wait, was he!? “Damn wretch. The second I have the vampire killer in my hands, the whipping you receive will be so painful you’ll wish you had been rotting in hell.”

Wait… HE DID IT AGAIN.

richterplz asked:
"Sweetheart, do you remember a few months ago, when I begged you for a puppy? And you said, 'no, we have enough on our plate as it is'?" She flashes Richter a sweet smile and twirls a lock of gold around her finger. "Well, don't be mad, but I may have gone out and gotten us a pet..."

richterplz:

ask-richterbelmont:

ask-richterbelmont:

"What do you have in store for me sweeting?"

He silently prayed it wasn’t anything he’d feel responsible for killing. A dog or cat would suffice right? No swamp monsters or giant man-eating owls? In any case, how could he blame her? She was alone often when he was hunting. A pet would do her some good, as long as it didnt eat her.

The little porker seemed to adjust to the man of the house’s presence like a fish to water. Little did the little guy know that the owner of those boots thought he looked like a nice addition to a soup or stew. Richter chuckled. The irony amused him a bit.

He bent down and picked up the cute little meal and pet its head to calm its tiny squeals. “I’ll allow it if it makes you happy Annette, and I have to say, he is endearing. I’m not to good with names though, so the responsibility is all yours. It’s a pig, so I suppose the ironic choice would be to give it an exceptionally noble name…”

Annette’s eyes lit up, and she nearly jumped for joy at Richter’s approval. “Thank you, sweetheart! Y-you’ve no idea how happy you just made me!”

She watched happily as the tiny pig nuzzled his head into Richter’s hand, obviously quite pleased with the attention he was getting. “A noble name… hm…” she tapped a finger to her chin in thought. “How about Prince William von Oink the Second?”

He said noble…

"Pt-Pfft Haha, what kind of name is that!?" He laughed. "Never mind, I think it’s my prerogative. Eh on second thought that name is a as good as any. Pigs don’t care after all." He set Prince William von Oink the II on the floor.

"I am glad then. Anything for you Annette." He finished with a warm, gentle smile.

dream-of-lust:

ask-richterbelmont:

dream-of-lust:

image ”On the contrary, my dear Belmont, this is my true form~” she giggled, “I thought I told you, I don’t like lying all that much~” she grinned, slowly running a hand up her thigh.

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Stop that.”

Of course, the one time he left the Vampire Killer at the cleaners, this happens. Annette had hounded him day and night about how dingy it looked and how it smelled of a hundred corpses. He shouldn’t have replied it was probably much more. This she-devil must have been waiting for this opportunity. Getting into close combat with a succubus was a bad idea. 

image She faked innocence, running her hand up her stomach, “Oh~? I have no idea what you mean~” she giggled, “I’m just standing here talking to you, sitting up…~ Surely not something so simple as that could have an effect on you~”

"I know what your doing, I’m not some stable boy who has never been with a woman." He would turn around and stalk away except she was the sort of monster you don’t turn your back on.

"Put your hands behind your back, I can see one of my ancestors must have given you a little extra space to do so, so lets try that. If I have to suffer you this whole time I don’t want any shenanigans. Get too close and you’re going to wish my arms were behind my back."

vladthenolifeking asked:
A tiny bat splats into the window before falling down onto the windowsill, flopping about frantically.

A groggy vampire hunter is awoken to the sound of an animal hitting his window. A bat. Curious. He wasn’t sure how they did it, but they usually avoided things rather well, this one must be sick. That or something else was wrong here. Truth be told, he really hated bats. Curiosity piqued, he picked it up between forefinger and thumb by the scruff of it little neck.

"What happened to you huuUUUH!?" His voice suddenly became a roar. This was not some normal bat, or even the evil kind of Castlevania, this was a full blown vampire. He knew the difference.

"What a terrible night to be horribly clumsy vampire, eh?" he smiled a bit before turning serious. "You’ve just flown to the house of Richter Belmont, Vampire…State your business." Not that he planned on sparing it most likely.