𝕭𝖊𝖑𝖒𝖔𝖓𝖙 .

𝐢 ️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ 𝐚𝐦 ️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐫 ️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ ️ 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 ️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐭.

[whipslayerarc]

i used to fight fucking vampires ...   A  SELECTIVE,  MUTUALS  ONLY  ROLEPLAY  FOR  TREVOR  BELMONT  FROM  THE  CASTLEVANIA  SERIES.   HEAVILY  BASED  ON  GAME  AND  HEADCANON  INFORMATION  +  SOME  SHOW  ADHERANCE.     i  use  balkan  folklore  in  my  portrayal  and  heavily  rely  on  information  garnered  from  actual  romanians  to  make  my  portrayal  as  realistic  as  possible.  

trevor  ,  as he is from the original game  ,  is from  transilvania,  romania,  ( harghita co, specifically to my portrayal )  near the village of praid.   he  is  the  last  of  his  line.   his parents and siblings were murdered by the orthodox church when he was a teenager ,  leaving him to fend for himself after he’d escaped through their family’s secret hold.  

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[whipslayerarc]

do you know that trevor makes the absolute best father to his children? - yes, children. rather than just one kid... i genuinely believe that he would have made the most understanding father to both his son and daughters (* note, while differing from the games original timeline, i do believe they will go with simon being trevor’s son in the spin-off, and likely richter being the son of simon... ) while also making a ton of mistakes. he will likely think that he’s screwing up, but that he will never screw up his kids as badly as he was. but he will love them completely, no matter what, despite anything. and each of his children will receive the same education and opportunities, as well as the opportunity to live the career attached to the belmont name:  a monster hunter through-and-through.  the image of trevor taking his children out into the fields to play, to the tree he used to use as a fort or as a ship and teaching them those games, getting to play in it as well for one last time as his children grow and age. that’s high up on his list of dreams. i think he would name his daughters Leona (after Leon) and Gabriella, after his own father, while Sypha would pick the name of their son.  

[whipslayerarc]

NWE SHOW! NEW SHOW NEW ME. NEW SHOW NEW ME. 

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> @ohkraken​ asked: what is trevor's relationship with life and/or living? how does he compare it to death, with it being such a big part of his own life? does he view it as a natural matter, or more emotional/personal due to his past, or possibly celebratory (as in death being a time to celebrate one's life)?

this is such a good question!!!  honestly, it depends on the point in trevor’s life that we would see the answer to this question. 

as a child, trevor wasn’t really able to conceive of death so easily. keep in mind this was around the time he was coming into his ability as a medium, and in doing so he was able to see the spirits of those that had passed on.  he had a very strong connection  to his grandparents, and would often remark to his mother about seeing them in the corridors at night.  at least once he had told his father about seeing leon himself, but his parents had chalked it up to wild stories from an eight year old at the time.  at this stage, he thought it was fine. that while it was sad people couldn’t see their loved ones, at least he could. 

this changes drastically when he’s twelve years old- and his family is captured and slaughtered by the church on the crime of heresy.  from that moment on trevor viciously suppresses his supernatural abilities, not only because he knows the townsfolk will ridicule and hound him for it, but because he does not want to meet his parent’s ghosts when he ran away from the house and ‘let them die’.  years later he understands he was a scared child, but he still regrets it and feels deep guilt that he could not stop them. it’s also around this time that he changes his last name as an alias to his mother’s maiden name:  ciucurescu.

from this point on death is sad, but he becomes hardened to it. genuinely believes that people who die are probably better off      ESPECIALLY when dracula’s hoards begin ravaging the countryside in his adulthood.  he became very used to hunting for his food whenever he couldn’t buy it, and so death became a necessity. including killing bounty hunters that would figure out his identity and try to take him in.  he is numb to death when he reaches maturity. the sight of it doesn’t perturb him - and we see this best displayed in gesit when he spits on the mass grave/mound of corpses while entering the walled city. 

i do not think trevor would, under any circumstances, would want to be part of eternal life.  he’d think it was incredibly boring. that once he’d seen everything there was to see, then what? he can’t imagine alucard’s future, how he could deal with it all without getting so depressed if mankind doesn’t get any better.  but he also makes sure that by the time he passes, his children are ready for it.  he was not ready for the deaths of his parents.  it left him a hollow shell, frightened and unsure of what to do in order to fend for himself.  he’s self-taught, and he would never wish that on his children. his greatest fear in leaving to fight death alone while sypha was pregnant was absolutely wondering if his son or daughter would hate him for leaving him.  and if he would wonder of trevor would have loved him.  trevor, of course, loves his children dearly.  and so fiercely that he takes it upon himself to become the protector of their homeland, so that they would not need to deal with the terror he once did. they will know that death is part of life. but that it doesn’t need to be violent all the time. it just sometimes is.

even to end-game in my portrayal, however, trevor never allows himself to see the ghosts of his family. but he knows they are there in belmont hold. and he knows that leon is there with him when he finally kills dracula. but he won’t see him. it is still too sore, though he’ll just tell his friends that his powers were never honed - so they just aren’t strong enough to do that. 

[whipslayerarc]

 > @drachenblood​​ asked:  topic:  being the last of the Belmonts.

HOKAY this is a big ass rant, but.  it’s .. strange to him,  to say the least.  but he’s come to terms with it.  i think that it is harder for him to accept that mankind are the ones who murdered his family, let alone the priests that he was taught to trust and protect, than the monsters he fought or creatures of the night. and i think that especially is why he stopped fighting monsters for so many years.  he didn’t believe that people deserved the help of the belmonts,  because they would rather gargle superstition and cast them out when they (rather like sypha’s people) were sacrificing everything to protect them, and had since the appearance of leon belmont.   

i do think there was some idolization of leon, too. it’s only natural that trevor wanted to be like leon.  that he would want to kill vampires and be looked on as a great knight or hero of transylvania.  even more so when he finally got to see the belmont hold’s secrets, or the magnificence of the morning-star whip, which was blessed with a willing vampire’s blood.  

of course the stories of what really happened with leon and mathias are completely blown out of proportion after several hundred years, and i’m sure absolutely no one knows that dracula himself had once been friends with the progenitor of the belmont clan.  that little detail has been lost to history entirely. 

but back to the topic: being the last.  he absolutely believes he will be the last of his line.  that he will have no children, not get married.  of course this changes when he meets sypha and the two fall in love over the course of castlevania 3. but he would not wish being feared and treated like they are on anyone.  why would he subject that, let alone new children, to what he went through?  

but he gains respect when he finally kills dracula.  and everyone comes to know his name as the man who rids the world of dracula’s horrors.  more than that, he treats everyone equally.  he’s not some agent of the church, so he seeks out the help of wizards, witches, speakers and even a half-vampire     hell, dracula’s own child     to see that the count dies for his transgressions.  sure,  this sparks a feud for centuries between the resurrected vampire and his family,  but he has no idea that’s going to happen.  

but before he meets sypha, i imagine that he’d be a very lonely and very bitter person.  he travels from place to place looking for food and a place to sleep while protecting himself as he goes. he uses drink to forget the images of his home burning in front of him, of his family being executed for crimes against the church.  [something that my portrayal of dracula actually has in common with trevor; that their families were both slaughtered for heresy and there was nothing they could do to stop it.  foil to foil, one conniving and cunning and so full of hatred that he’d rather kill mankind than live with them.  and the other so full of hatred that he’d rather ignore their plight than help them.]  but trevor grows. his humanity wins out in the end and he cannot stand by while his family’s legacy was to help people in need. even when he wanted to just turn around and walk away, his conscience wouldn’t let him. 

        that understanding of his family’s legacy and his own guilt is what keeps him connected to who they were.  and how he keeps them alive.  one can look at it further that by slaying dracula, trevor is also slaying that part of himself that could have become so much like the count.  because it is his humanity - something dracula has forsaken - that pushes him to his limits to climb castlevania.

[velvetys]

I love leaving situations one thing about me is I’m leaving

[whipslayerarc]

sowithout.   dante.

     he kicks his feet up on the table ,    making himself at home .    always after a long day of hard work ,   especially hard work in the middle of buttfuck nowhere .     it almost makes him homesick ,    but that place is pretty cold and pretty sad ,   too .    AT LEAST HE HAS INTERESTING COMPANY .    not necessarily as interesting as lady ,    but he doesn’t owe trevor any sort of debt ,    so it balances out .    a deep ,   guttural groan escapes him as he relaxes his head into his arms ,   folded back behind his head .    the chair he sits on tilts dangerously .

                  ❛    are we gonna talk about how empty your fridge is ?  ❜      he looks at the other man from the corner of his eye ,   a side-long and lazy glance .    his gaze is half-lidded ,    like he’s about to drop off ,    or like he’s judging the other man .   IT’S HARD TO TELL WHICH .     @whipslayer​    

❝    what?    ❞    trevor’s  fatigue  carries  him  to  said  source  of  defamation,  wrenching  open  the  half-stuck  door  to  peer  inside.    a  few  slices  of  deli-meat  from  the  market,  bread  and  an  opened  jar  of  pickles.   it  wasn’t  as  though  there  was  nothing  to  eat.   a  sandwich  or  three  would  usually  fill  him  up  for  the  day.   what  the  hell  did  demon-hunters  eat?  whole  houses  full  of  families  and  their  children?   knowing  dante,  he  wouldn’t  doubt  it. 

❝    there’s  plenty  of  -  get  your  fucking  feet  off  my  dining  table  -  there’s  plenty  to  eat. were  you  expecting  the  museum  of  fine  dining  in  my  pantry?   or  maybe  a  whole  mac-donalds  stuffed  under  the  sink?    ❞

[whipslayerarc]

sontse.    firefly.

 “ if you wanted to be more accurate, you could at least say firefly…”  it would bother her, if she were going for intimidating. “ but you might be surprised to find there is more than meets the eye. ”

❝   i  don’t  exactly  travel  all  over  creation  looking  to  make  friends,  so  no,  i  doubt  i’ll  be  very  shocked.    ❞    but  at  least  his  fears  had  been  assauged;   this  girl  was  far  too  friendly  to  be  one  of  those  blood-sucking  freaks  he’d  chased  through  earlier.   bruised  fingers  make  to  tie  off  the  bandage  around  his  elbow,  and  do  a  shit  job  of  it  too.   not  like  it  matters;  it’ll  just  get  dirty  anyway.    

        ❝        have  you  ever  actually  tried  to  sleep  with  a  cluster  of  fireflies  sticking  their  arses  in  your  face?    ❞

[archaeologian-blog]

send me a topic to write a meta about my muse on

I might write anything from a paragraph to a whopping essay, but send me something you’ve noticed about my characterisation or just something you want to know about my muse and I will write what I can!

[whipslayerarc]

starter generator   |   @sontse​​

mouth  tugs  into   a   weisenheimer  smirk,     ❝   don’t  take  this  the  wrong  way,  but  you’re  about  as  intimidating  as  a  butterfly.    ❞  

[whipslayerarc]

starter generator   |   @killsfirst​

❝   in  about  a  minute,  you’'re  gonna  sorry  you  didn’t  listen  to  me.   ❞   

[keremelcream]

—halsey, i would leave me if i could: a collection of poetry

[whipslayerarc]

@jokethur​

They scatter like Gotham’s famous super rats when a pale light hits the sky. Werewolf turns his face as if he’s about to howl at the blurred silhouette. No sign of the winged rodent. Not here. Joker doesn’t dignify the rogue ‘clowns’ — who’ve slathered their defiance in black and white instead of red, cyan, and white with green hair shooting out haphazardly — with a glance. He tucks the cigarette he’d been nursing back between his lips, bobs his head along as if the wind will carry his long wavy hair, and wraps an arm across his torso so one hand rests upon the gun.  

“Those aren’t mine,” Joker speaks as if anyone partaking in the newly-deemed ‘fraudulent’ movement belongs to ‘him.’ Arkham State Hospital stands like a lone sentinel guarding McKean Island. Inside those monstrously clinical walls, Nix is disguised as a nurse scouring their database. 

They’re close enough to the entrance that he can track its mounted camera’s rotation. A pallid plume whooshes from Joker’s lips, he coughs to break the rot in his chest up, then bares both smiles. The Chief’s Special nudges his hip while he paces, shoulders slanted and his head on an angle like he’s prepared to lunge. 

“I take it you’re not a hieromonk, then.” Ash-nipped fingertips bat to help him fish the phrasing, “Your little…Sunday armory…” he crinkles his nose and breaks for a breathy snicker; this guy is girded to the teeth with multiple crosses and enough Jesus Juice to make a saint swear, “—threw me off.” 

❝    and  i  take  it  you’re  not  some  bouncy-house  clown  whose  just  come  from  their  little  niece’s  birthday  party.    ❞    calloused  fingers   caress  the  outline  of  the  vampire  killer’s  stock,  coiled  away  and  tucked  firmly  against  the  belmont’s  lower  spine.   the  smoke  threatens  to  choke  him.   god,  he’s  always  hated  nicotine,  and  anyone  who  smothers  it  down  their  lungs.   he  can  feel  his  eyes  go  red  and  threaten  to  spill  over  from  the  stench,  free hand  waving  fiendishly  to  try  and  clear  the  space  between  them.   

but  trevor  isn’t  exactly  there  for  a  little  sunday  chat.   eyes  dart  upwards  at  the  whir  of  a  camera’s  rotation.   of  course  they’re  fucking  looking.  which  means  there’s  no  use  in  going  straight  down  the  rabbit  hole  and  just  handing  out  punches.     

❝   look,   ❞    he’d  have  to  make  with  the  niceties.    ❝    you  don’t  want  to  be  here,  and  neither  do  i.   i  also  don’t  want  to  have  to  start  bullwhipping  you  in  the  face  like a fucking  bronco    should  things  turn  ugly.    ❞

as  if  to  accentuate  the  nature  of  his  hospitality,  trevor’s  hand  left  the  butt-knot  of  the  snakelike  figure  in  favor  of  stretching  out.   each  finger  pops  as  his  hands  twist  and  flex  before  swinging  at  his  sides.         

❝    so.    what  do  you  say  the  chances  are  that  we  just  turn  around  and  find  a  nice  quiet  place  to  chat?    you  look  like  you’re  expecting  someone.   and  i’d  hate  to  make  them  go  off  on  some  wild  goose  chase  to  find  you  through  these  halls.    ❞

[whipslayerarc]

I  AM  TREVOR  FUCKING  BELMONT  ,   AND  I’VE  NEVER  LOST  A  FIGHT  TO  MAN  NOR  FUCKING  BEAST!   |  selective  trevor  belmont  of  the  castlevania  series.   game-canon  with  some  show  canon  incorporated.   heavily  headcanon-based  and  canon  divergent.  affiliated  with  @nosferot.   live  action  &  animation  fcs  used.  not  affiliated  with  the  ‘anime’  rpc.   written  by  ilya.   revamp  in  progress.  CANON +  MODERN  +  MARVEL/DC  VERSES  AVAILABLE.  

[whipslayerarc]

starter  for  @starsofetheirys​  /  for thancred.

                ❝    why  the  bloody hell would you do that?    ❞     annoyed glance slides to the silver haired dickfungus that had given away their position.    if they weren’t staring down at the ugly, snaggletoothed corpses of about half a dozen coerthan baritine crocs,  he might’ve had a few more words.    

twelve damn it all.   his boots were fucking soaked from trudging through ice water to avoid being bitten.   nothing that thancred this man wanted could be worth the disturbance of a hunter and his prey.           even if he had proven invaluably strong against the lot of them.     it wouldn’t do trevor any good to go waltzing into tailfeather with an armful of leathers that had been slashed apart via gunblade.         ❝    if you had a fucking death wish,  all you really had to do was ask nicely and stick up your rear end.   ❞

[whipslayerarc]

talahdore:   banshee queen.

“  must all that  die  be condemned  for the sins of those that  stole  the life from them  ?  ”  silvery eyebrows straighten , expression settling into smugness .  “  are you scared of those you have slain coming for you , is that it  ?  do you judge the  dead  by the standard of the blood that covers your blade  ?  what a  selfish  little world view you have , monster hunter .  ”

                 ❝    no,   ❞     trevor’s  mouth  spun  into  a  lopsided  sneer,   hands left busy by raveling and unraveling the length of linked chain that coiled his leather vambrace.     ❝   all i’ve said is that ‘all that die’ should probably fucking stay dead.   you’re just putting words in my mouth to suit your narrative.                   and,  truthfully,  i don’t judge the dead.    at least,  not unless they’ve started coming out of their graves and eating the brains of villagers.  but you’d know all about that,  wouldn’t  you?   ❞    

[whipslayerarc]

endless trevor belmont edits.