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{ I highkey want to draw richter yelling at isaac like EVEN BABIES CAN SWIM YOU ASSHOLE and isaac just like um um SORRY SORRY}

// PLZ DO IT

AND THEN HE TOSSES A BABY FROM THE TOP OF THE WATERFALL.

AND JUST @ ISAAC

Send me ➵ and I will bold all that applies to your muse (Mutuals only please!)

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Headcanons!        [Accepting]

Send ␛ for an ANGER headcanon.


Usually it is very difficult to actually make Richterget mad at something or someone. It really depends on the situation that hefinds himself in.

The easiest way to bring out his anger is bythreatening anyone that he truly cares about.

Anger is one of the ways to bring forward his otherpersonality. He will lose control, and will not stop until either he passes outor someone manages to stop him.

Send ✚ for a HEALTH headcanon.


Richter is quite healthy. Aside from his broken anklesand fists, that he never gives them proper time to heal. And his scar left byShaft on his back. He rarely gets sick, usually only getting a cold orsomething minor.

Richter is quite hygienic for his time’s standards.The fact that he often baths and cleans himself, has been helping him to remainhealthy

 Send ღ for a LOVE/SEXUALITY headcanon.


Richter isa closeted Bisexual, which leans towards other males.

He hateshis Bi side, blaming it to be the source of all the problems that showed upafter the SOTN events.

He can’tafford to give a sign- not even in the slightest about his homosexualattraction. It is way too dangerous, even the smallest hint, can be enough tobe accused of being a homosexual. In addition, have his name excommunicate bythe church, his lands burned amongst other things.

though their last encounter had ended in bloodshed,  and near fatality,  hector could not fault him for the  bitterness.  if he could have seen himself years ago,  he would have laughed until he shook at the absurdity of what he had become:  ordinary.  simply a man.  merely human.

hector would have hated this version of him, too.  he would have hated him,  to see him so  wondrously,  grotesquely  blissful.  to smell himself reeking of happiness,  and contentment,  a man remade,  reborn  as no one, and nothing, simply  happy.

❛     it’s good to see you too,  old friend.     ❜

for a wild, ludicrous moment,  hector considered opening his mouth,  speaking the invitation aloud.  would you care to come in and join us for supper  ?  

foolishness.  sheer,  and utter foolishness.  he had let himself forget,  too soon and too complacent,  that this what not who he was.  the sheep skin he wore in this farce of being human,  being a husband,  was nothing more than that.  he and isaac were wolves,  they could hide their teeth but  they would always be wolves.  hector had let himself forget;  isaac had not.

❛     she has nothing to do with this.  nothing at all.  leave her be.  let her live,  and i                   ❜      what would he not do,  to save his beloved’s life  ?   to protect her from himself and all the horror and atrocity of his past,  the only answer was  anything.  he would do anything.  isaac’s humiliation and  retribution  was nothing in comparison,  not even dracula’s wrath could incite the slightest spark of  self-preservation.  once you had loved someone as he loved rosaly,  all that remained to strike fear in his heart was the thought of  losing her.  he would sooner die,  he would sooner  burn this world to ash  then let anything touch her.

this was not something he could make isaac understand.  their language was one of steel,  and exhilaration,  the  singing of blood and triumph  in their veins.  before rosaly,  the only love he had ever known was  power.

❛      i'll come with you.  i’ll face our master and tell him of how you  defeated me.  i will return with you,  in chains and  on my knees  if you wish.  i will face whatever  punishment  for my  betrayal  i deserve.  just                                  let her live.     ❜