@fruit-of-infidelity tagged me in a character inspiration post but iâm saying FUCK THE FORMAT IM RAMBLING ABT MY INSPOS FOR RICHTER BC YOU GAVE ME THE OPPORTUNITY đ«”đ«” (hereâs the template for anyone who wants it tho. but iâll also tag @ask-cordelia-sakamaki â either for your oc, or if you have inspo for cordie that youâd like to share <3 i adore the way you write)
ANYWAYS! RAMBLES UNDER DA CUT!
first and foremost. i donât actually have any real inspiration for the way i write richter??? at least none that iâm conscious of! mostly itâs just i adopt a completely different writing style to convey the way i see richter in my head. however i do have one fanfic author that consistently influences my writing.
eloha on ao3â their writing is so intimate & purposeful and itâs genuinely beautiful to read?? everything is so smooth, & feels very personal no matter what the situation is. (i havent read any of their stuff in a while though; rip </3 )
ANYWAY NOW I GET TO RAMBLE ABT HOW RICHTER IS IN MY HEAD & WHY I WRITE HIM THE WAY THAT I DO. also i probably write him pretty ooc than he is in canon but i truly dont gaf BAHAHHS. /lh
most of the scenes we see of richter are him just being like. raunchy and skeezy. so i donât particularly change thatâ i just write it differently than rejet so it at least sounds pretty whenever heâs doing some fucked shit. but i also just adore like. general vampire aesthetics. particularly their speech patterns, and how every movement they make seems buttery smooth its SICKLY. so i write richter that way. <3 like you know heâs big and bad. you know that absolutely nothing good comes from being with him no matter how close you are. but the smooth sway his hand makes when he points. the way he tilts his head so very sweetly whenever heâs asking (telling) you to do something. EUGH i wanna make everything he does sound pretty when you read it none of you understand.
OH ALSO I LIED I DO HAVE A SINGULAR INSPO I JUST REMEMBERED. (thereâs surely more, but you know. whatever). august ruthven! from vanitas no carte! you all have seen me yell and scream abt him a lot and how he and richter are the same to me but REALLY. I MEAN IT. he also inspired the version of richter i have in my head <3 because rejet made him and abandoned him and iâm delusional.
i love tragic vampire lords okay. i love vampire royalty i love it when theyâre in pain i love it when they hide things & i love love love it when theyâre pretty & manipulative. so thatâs richter in my head. yeah. ALSO HIHI @fruit-of-infidelity I HOPE YOU KNOW THAT THE WAY YOU WRITE RICHTER MAKES MY BRAIN BRRRR SO YOURE INSPO ALSO đ« YOU WRITE HIM VV NICELY AND IM JEALOUS PLS GIMME YOUR BRAIN.
SO IDK IF I REALLY TOOK MUCH INSPIRATION FROM THINGSâ but i really just adopt an entirely different writing style and bend the way richter already is in canon. idk when writing him i need to make sure i can capture all his pretty angles. so i can make him look beautiful when his mind is all broken and heâs all hallucinating and delusional. he deserves the best <3
hereâs a classic case of whin ignoring the prompt & rambling abt their own thing. oopsie :)
; [ okay woo all of my motivation came back today and i actually worked out a âscheduleâ for all of my blogs, to sorta keep them managed âŒïž (ik i donât have to, and these are all just hobbiesâ but iâm a people pleaser </3)
SO! i originally wanted to post on here at least once a day, but now that iâm focusing on a lot more of my blogs and interests, i canât do that. so! iâm gonna attempt to post here 1-2 times a week. (at least. it may be more, but this is the minimum i wanna hit đ€). this also means that iâm gonna try to make longer postsâ or at least posts that feed you yâknow. yeah. so!!!! iâm gonna start compiling drafts of content, and starting on Sunday/Mondayâ Iâm gonna try to keep up with this đ€đ€.
okay thatâs all and ty all so much for putting up with my sporadic activity T_T. iâm trying to reign myself in i promise đđš]
summary. the little, easily missable & hard to decode behaviours.
notes. something short and simple. donât be fooled all of these arenât happy. i love to think of richterâs body language. also these could very much just not make sense bc iâm projecting ! (richter is just like me fr though so its fine đ)
sleeve ruiner. heâs honestly been doing this since he was a kid. and ofc in the more recent years he doesnt have a sleeve to ruin but thats neither here nor there. he doesnât know how to give verbal cues (or why theyâre important) but if you catch this man getting too overwhelmed prepare for him to grip your sleeve. <3 (also doesnât help that sometimes his change in expression is minuscule sksks).
knuckle cracking. thereâs a specific way to crack knuckles that iâm thinking of but idk how to describe it in words. think kaneki from tokyo ghoul though. that âformâ of it. anywaysâ whether his knuckles need to be popped or not, in conversations especially heâll sometimes crack them/make the motion of cracking them to fill in space. becomes easy to tell he really doesnât want to be doing
finger tapping. this is hyper specific bear with me; iâve no doubt that this man just taps his fingers normally if he needs something to do with his hands, however specifically tapping only his middle finger when troubled/distressed and in thought. he doesnt have a stead train of tapping with all of his fingers, instead almost anxiously tapping only the middle one.
eye twitches (?). this one may be more obvious it may not. tbh i could probably go on for a good minute about how important eye contact is for richter however this specific one is eye contact with someone taller than/above him. makes him feel a bit on edge, so heâll squint/twitch & relax his eyes a few times in an attempt to compose himself. (not having eye contact makes him anxious but then actively meeting someoneâs gaze like that is not better âŒïž poor baby.)
The scritching scratches of a quill against parchment were the only things filling Richterâs ears, as he zoned into his work. The words looked more like blurred scribbles, as he filled out routined notes on the kingdom around himâ not even noticing the silence in the room turning into ear piercing static.
Little by little, the room around him began to fade away, leaving nothing but his desk and lamp in front of him. It was colder than he remembered, and all of his nerves felt like buzzing static⊠Something felt eerily familiar.
âHh⊠Am I this tired?â
âFufu, I hope you arenât~ I was hoping youâd make time for me~â
A startled shiver rushed down his spine, as he desperately searched for where that familiar voice came from. Below him? To the side of him maybe? The man even frantically checked behind him, as anxiousness began to bubble inside him. The manâs eyes erratically darted all over his bedroom, as his teeth clenched.
It wasnât until a rather cold, boney hand came to caress the side of his face, and the Vampire couldnât even build the courage to turn himself around. This didnât feel rightâ That voice was one he knew all too well, yet the hand currently touching him was not. It was a lot colder, more rigid⊠It felt more like a decaying corpse.
âCome on, dear, wonât you turn around to look at me? Itâs been so lonely without you~â
Why was she hereâ How was she here? There was no way she was alive and well, right? No no no.
An audible gulp could be heard from him, the lump in his throat almost suffocating him as it went down. Shuddering, frosty breaths left his lips as he begrudgingly turned his head. Centimetre by hellish centimetre, he began taking in the thing that was touching him. Pure ivory skin, rich purple hair that was singed on up until the mid section of strands. A scent that was nothing short of death.
And thatâs when he saw it. A haunting pair black holes staring back at him, a collection of burned bones that made his skin crawl. A set of boned hands crawling up the sides of his face, cupping it in a way that allowed him to feel every gap and crack in their surfaces.
âAre you not talking to me now? How mean. Any other time youâd be begging for me to listen to your words, whatâs wrong?â
Richter couldnât speak. Couldnât move as the person before him froze him in place. The skeletal face seemed to have been inching closer by the minute, and just as quickly as it approached it also stole the oxygen right out from his Vampiric lungs. A creature who didnât need to breathe, suddenly suffocating before an altered image of the woman he held so dear. He could sort of picture it⊠Where her features would sit. Her beautiful, luminescent eyes. Her high cheekbones, the fullness of her lipsâŠ
No! This wasnât her! It couldnât have been. This isâ This is!â
âRichterââ
âGet your hands off of meâ!â
Knock knock.
Just as soon as the back of his chair banged against the floor, a knock as his door was heard. A familiar set of knocks, that heâd grown accustomed to over the coming months.
The room began to fade back in, as he found himself clawing at the floor. His teeth were chattering, shoulders shaking like a damn child. There was a coolness to his face and a burning sensation in his eyes, as a singular tear slid from them.
Those same, shockingly grounding knocks filled his ears once more, as a distressed and slightly annoyed sigh left his lips. Well⊠At least he wasnât shaking anymore, yet that doesnât mean he was in any shape to be seen by another person. Hair matted, eyes swollen yet not from crying, lips housing several scratches and cuts along with small streams of blood.
disregarding what little responsibility was bestowed upon him in search of some form of touch or attention works. in theory.
mr. prince || richter sakamaki
the smell of smoke in his nostrils and the feeling of unfamiliar sheets beneath him are sensations richter has grown accustomed to by now. holding someone elseâs pillow so close to him in order to rest his head; large, gruff hands tapping fingers along his spine. theyâre feelings heâs chased day after day.
âyouâre pretty, you know that?â
âso iâve been told.â
the banter was minimal, and quiet. this man was likely double, or triple his age by now; not that he had been keeping track.
richter pulled the cigarette from the manâs lips, placing it between his own. he wasnât a fan of smoking, and rather disliked the suffocating feeling it gave him afterwards. however he couldnât help but crave that burning sensation in his lungs, just every once in a while.
âthatâs bad for ya, you know. itâs unsightly for a prince to be seen having a chemical dependency.â
so he realised? that was a first for him. heâd never been recognised during these kinds of rendezvous.
âwhen did you notice?â
âthe moment you approached me. youâre missable, but your face is hard to forget once you see it.â
those words hurt him a bit, though the were true ones. richter was a man whoâs easily missed, even when in plain sight. for a prince, that fact was quite pathetic.
richter rose up from his position. pale legs that were thinner than they probably should be being swung over the edge of the bed. a smooth, almost fragile back flexing as the royal stood himself up.
âleaving already? gotta say i was feeling pretty privileged to have a royal in my bed.â
âthis royal has places to be, you know.â
âdo you? do you actually?â
a moment of silence filled the room, as richter began to dress himself. did he really have places to be, or things to do? in a literal sense, maybe; but is it his presence thatâs required, or just the work they require him to do?
the silence was deafening, until a whoosh of something being thrown his way was heard. richter could see an almost package of cigarettes being thrown into his hands, as he looked towards his one-night partner for a moment.
âyou look miserable. take those last three and distract yourself until you find another warm bed.â
; [ hi iâm starting to realise that i most likely feel bad bc i an quite literally stressing myself to death so. that âweek breakâ i was supposed to take is now being turned into smth indefinite đ ]
whin. 19. theyâthemâtheirs !! [literally call me whatever you want and do not perceive me!]
failing artist. profession screamer. ceo of creating things then abandoning then halfway through. also i'm a connoisseur of 'having 10 millions problems yet not being able to identify any of themâ
i am mentally ill & anxious. i also suck ass at social cues, so pls tell me explicitly if i say something wrong/that makes you uncomfortable. (i also suck at interpreting text SKSKS)
i fr suck at art, but if you stick around long enough you might see tiny bits of improvement !! also if i say i will do something 9 times out of 10 it will not he done for more than a year SKSKSK.
i'm a pro at making up words, some of which may be jarring!! (iykyk, rip to those who talk to me regularly.)
love talking to mutuals but don't know how to approach people. pls if you want to talk to me i find a message like "AHHHHHHHHH" followed up by whatever you wanna say a lot more approachable than a "hi" or other greeting for some reason SKSKKSKS. also plspls tell me if i ever come off too strongly !!
i don't speak. only yell.
i only log into this blog to post/work on drafts, and sometimes check my notifs!! most of my time is spent over on my personal! ( @poohwhin ) as well as working on my oc blog !!
disregarding what little responsibility was bestowed upon him in search of some form of touch or attention works. in theory.
mr. prince || richter sakamaki
the smell of smoke in his nostrils and the feeling of unfamiliar sheets beneath him are sensations richter has grown accustomed to by now. holding someone elseâs pillow so close to him in order to rest his head; large, gruff hands tapping fingers along his spine. theyâre feelings heâs chased day after day.
âyouâre pretty, you know that?â
âso iâve been told.â
the banter was minimal, and quiet. this man was likely double, or triple his age by now; not that he had been keeping track.
richter pulled the cigarette from the manâs lips, placing it between his own. he wasnât a fan of smoking, and rather disliked the suffocating feeling it gave him afterwards. however he couldnât help but crave that burning sensation in his lungs, just every once in a while.
âthatâs bad for ya, you know. itâs unsightly for a prince to be seen having a chemical dependency.â
so he realised? that was a first for him. heâd never been recognised during these kinds of rendezvous.
âwhen did you notice?â
âthe moment you approached me. youâre missable, but your face is hard to forget once you see it.â
those words hurt him a bit, though the were true ones. richter was a man whoâs easily missed, even when in plain sight. for a prince, that fact was quite pathetic.
richter rose up from his position. pale legs that were thinner than they probably should be being swung over the edge of the bed. a smooth, almost fragile back flexing as the royal stood himself up.
âleaving already? gotta say i was feeling pretty privileged to have a royal in my bed.â
âthis royal has places to be, you know.â
âdo you? do you actually?â
a moment of silence filled the room, as richter began to dress himself. did he really have places to be, or things to do? in a literal sense, maybe; but is it his presence thatâs required, or just the work they require him to do?
the silence was deafening, until a whoosh of something being thrown his way was heard. richter could see an almost package of cigarettes being thrown into his hands, as he looked towards his one-night partner for a moment.
âyou look miserable. take those last three and distract yourself until you find another warm bed.â
âHm⊠I never thought that would be something you actually paid attention to. But yes, I did.â
âWell thenâ it appears the time youâve spent away hasnât dulled that smart mouth of yours. No matter; if only those lenses served to improve your health, rather than just your eyesight. Neither of us can function with you shutting down in the middle of tasks.â
âFufu⊠my time off has done nothing but give me time to recharge this smart mouth of mine, Iâm afraid. No matter; your space will be cleaned, as well as up and running shortly. Now that I can see, I can get things all nice and tidy for you without an issue. You just sit back and take a nap.â
âGoodness gracious, had I foreseen that you would have been such an insufferable brat, I might have made some different choices⊠Do get back in the swing of things soon, wonât you? Iâve been lounging around for long enough.â
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