rosewillt

[rosewillt]

copyslain 

right. i think the only way he can be made into at least a dimensional villain at this point is to show more of what made him the way he is / showing more of the person he was before. all we have rn are his extreme motives and next to nothing to base them on, aside from the overall plight of the faunus. we don’t know anything personal or exclusive to him.

yeah exactly -- i want to see the person he was before and how he & blake met.  he couldn’t have been awful this whole time if she trusted him that much

#copyslain #out. #i mean canon-wise there's no redeeming him at this point i don't think but #at least give us more of an understanding of his character/why he does what he does

[rosewillt]

#like i wish i had better taste in characters sometimes ? you know ? #but adam really drew me in w that stellar design and the intrigue... #too bad they reduced him to that same... crazy... evil revolutionary trope..... #i still wanna make an au where he's more morally grey and #actively working against salem In Secret #like less 'i wanna control the world' and more 'i want the faunus to be recognized as Normal People and if that means Violence so be it' #out. #also i'm still messing w this psd #the drastically different lighting in rwby makes it hard ... to find something that always works #i also need to work on verses for weiss... #jksdhgd ANYWAYS... sleep time

[rosewillt]

“No more killing. It has to stop!”

BLOODIED hands wielded a sword to match, drowning in that same red which stained his very soul. it was all he was now -- a weapon to cut down those who would oppose the white fang. those who would oppose him. he would carve his message into the world, so that they would learn to fear his fury. for what else does a great leader need? nothing else kept kings alive; not love, not respect, not loyalty. fear drives everything. those who resisted would meet his blade, those who relented would live. simple as that. it was not his goal to end humanity -- no, he would see it thrive, with him at its helm. 

DESPERATE words shake him from these delusions, and his gaze shifts to the source. blake. scared and angry, she’s yelling at him, tears nigh forming at the edges of her eyes. he looks back down; he’d not intended for her to see him return, not like this. not with a monster’s mien adorned and the scent of death clinging to him. his plans relied on her cooperation. and something about her tone, her terror and wrath both culminating and directed towards him -- it struck whatever lingering regrets he carried. he had to be careful, lest she finally finds the courage to leave.

  ❛ this is the only way, blake. ❜ 

HE pauses. mulling over his words -- what else was there to say? he was out of excuses. so none are offered. he walks past her, saying simply --

  ❛ i’m sorry. ❜

#copyslain #so i was checking adam's wiki and realized i never #watched that short from august #oh man #✿･ﾟ・. ↪ answered. ´ #✿･ﾟ・. verse. ↪ the beast aims only to destroy. ´ #i imagine this is close to the point where she leaves

[rosewillt]

#icon test... #okay okay now i'll go and remake weiss dfkh #out.

[rosewillt]

coreheld 

i’m gonna cry with excitement if you remake weiss & i missed you! that’s such a nice url too omg… also i totally agree… so much more could’ve been done w/ his character i swear

ahh i missed you too!!! <33 & thank you! i wanted something more specific to adam lol

yeah.... it’s one of my biggest issues w the series so far honestly -- i was really excited with how they would handle a sort of morally grey type of antag but oh well....

#coreheld #out. #okay i'm gunna make a new blog really quick for weiss

[rosewillt]

coreheld 

askfjksjdks CRYSTAL

HELLO ! I’M HERE TO BE BITTER but also i saw you remade blake ... and i missed you!!

#coreheld #out. #and !! writing weiss too #i really like my old url for weiss but i kinda want something that matches you more #hmmm!!

[rosewillt]

#me wishing they wrote adam well instead of reducing his character to 'crazy revolutionary' #anyways i saw kelly's new blake and i'm ? surprisingly excited for the new season #idk if i'll come back to this blog. however. i am gunna remake my weiss #out. #i do wanna revamp this one either way tho ... it could be Nicer

[rosewillt]

"I'll do it for you."

Hostilities within the White Fang had only increased as of late; they were more violent, more vicious in their protests. And he found ‘twas hard to fault them, when the humans had been doing much worse for as long as he could recall. Howbeit, this also lead to a certain fear in the air ( everyone could feel it; it surrounded them constantly ) of which affected even the members. And ‘twas when he allowed another member to isolate him that he realized this--they had led him away from camp straight into an ambush of humans and faunus alike. As a leader he’d dealt with people questioning his authority, though something akin to an assassination attempt was not a familiarity. And he was unsuspecting of such an outcome--although he did notice something was astray, ‘twas not as if one could predict a trusted ally would betray him so easily. And ‘twas from the fear that they did as such, so scared and unsure of who to trust. He could relate. Though fury outweighed fear, and anger was a mask he wore oh-so well.

Hence he left with at least a few cuts & bruises--most of which his aura could fix in mere moments, however these were among some deeper slashes. One laid across his back, and he knew it--if not more--would require stitches. ‘Pon his arrival at the camp, there was some commotion ( “what happened, where’s the others, are you alright--” ); his answers were quick and short, just trying to reach his tent and the medical supplies. Pain was blooming across his torso, and blood with it no doubt; his back and stomach were the worst. He was always stubborn on tending to himself; he needn’t burden others with such a task. ‘Twas not as if any of them were doctors, and in most cases he hardly took any dangerous blows. This time ... was one of few, and he would attempt to make it the last.

Blake entered quietly, almost catching him off guard ( though adrenaline still lingered from earlier ). Cloistered eyne meet hers and ire crumbled to naught but a ghost; she calmed his shaking hands & heart. She wished to inquire as to what happened, he could tell, but ‘twas not exactly the best time to ask. Perchance when his mood lightened and his bleeding stopped, he would inform her. And she speaks just as quietly as she walks, worry clinging to her statement. Her words would generally be refused, albeit weariness led to poor suturing skills, and he would not be able to reach the wound across his back. Thus a nod is given.

        ❛ Thank you. ❜

#emptycopy #[ v: i am lost & led only by the sᴛᴀʀs. ] #( THIS WAS NOT FLUFFY AT ALL I'M SOB BIBNG ) #( I'M SO SORRY KELLY I JUST ) #( ME & CRESS TALKED ABOUT HOW WHITE FANG MEMBERS PROBABLY BETRAYED/LEFT MORE AND MORE OFTEN AS THEY BECAME MORE VIOLENT ) #( AND THIS JUST INSTANTLY MADE ME THINK OF HER OFFERING TO HELP WITH EITHER SOMETHING MISSION-RELATED OR STITCHES ) #( I'M #CRY IN G I'M SORR Y )

[rosewillt]

        ❛ What’s best for me doesn’t matter. I’ll risk becoming a monster if it can secure our freedom. ❜

He would do anything it took to liberate them, even if it meant losing himself along the way. For his life was naught but a pawn in the grand scheme of things; he meant nothing. So long as he played his part and tried doing something ... that was all that mattered. Frustration bloomed like a rose ( thorns piercing him like knives ). But she was adamant in peaceful approaches, and ‘twas not as if violence was an immediate choice--’twas simply the only tactic that yielded results. Thus he paused and ire wilted; cloistered eyne soften along with his tone. He dropped the formalities of a leader, and spoke to her as an individual and as a friend.

        ❛ ... I wouldn’t ask the same of you. If you can find a better way ... ❜

He trailed off; should she discover some new way to end their suffering, to defeat the oppression and pain that enshrouded the faunus, he was all ears. Howbeit, violence ‘twas simply the only thing that was working--no other attempt had proven successful. And if she truly believed that there is some other way ... perhaps she was right. He just had just seen so much evil intent directed at their people, ‘twas hard to look past that. 

He wished to see the world through her eyes; to hold such hope once again. However the man of patience and harmony was slowly burning to dust, and one of a more violent manner was the spark which ignited his soul. Ideals remained the same, albeit his means of achieving them differed now. They were bloodstained--unlike Blake’s, who still sought to find someway to grant the faunus safety without bequeathing death ‘pon humanity. And he was envious of her ability to look through the cruelty mankind had wrought ‘pon them, that she could still see the good in them.

{ @battlemade | x }

         “I… don’t think I can.” 

She can’t look at him, so she stares at her hands instead as she listens to his response. Her voice seems so small in the midst of the blossoming violence. Her opinion didn’t even seem to matter anymore– all those in power favored malicious tactics. If it were up to her, she would suggest reattempting protest and compromise. A method that, sadly, did not work as quickly as her brothers in the White Fang had once hoped in the past. Was bloodshed, borderline revolution really the only way to make a difference in this world? To change the minds of the general public by force, by planting seeds of fear in their minds?

If anything, she wanted to be looked at as an equal. Not as someone lesser or inferior. But she also didn’t want to be looked upon with fear. How was she supposed to find middle ground, in her current situation? It seemed near impossible. And the White Fang was taking an inevitable spiral in the darkest of directions. And Adam, he wasn’t the same. Surely if he kept going, he’d destroy himself in the process. Surely she knew he wanted what was best for the faunus. As did anyone who approached the White Fang had a cause, a purpose. A reason to live, to fight for their kind. She once respected his views, now she worries herself sick. 

“What about what’s best for you, Adam? If you keep going on like this…” She clenched her open palms into fists and closed her eyes. She sighed, cutting herself short. Perchance, she was speaking out of line. Questioning his motives could have severe consequences– but given their closeness, she assumes that it’s still safe to speak at least a portion of what’s on her mind. “There has to be another way. I refuse to believe that this is the only answer to our problems. What’s the point of any of this if we become the monsters they make us out to be?” 

#emptycopy #[ v: i am lost & led only by the sᴛᴀʀs. ] #( it's perfect!! ; v ; ) #[ ϙᴜᴇᴜᴇ: cage me like an animal. ]

[rosewillt]

#[ my blood runs ʀᴇᴅ; but my body feels so cold. ] #[ the ᴡɪʟᴅ still lingered in them. ] #[ chase the neon ᴛʜʀᴏɴᴇ. ] #( i'm so bb bing g )

[rosewillt]

One Hundred Ways to Say ‘I Love You’

#; u ; #these are!! so cute!!! #i have like 7 drafts bu t #these are lovely sdfgh

[rosewillt]

"I've got to let you go."

He was slipping away, slowly but surely, to naught but a husk of who he once was. And he could see ‘twas the reason for Blake and he becoming strangers; she pushed him away as his erstwhile self shattered asunder. As time continued he did little to stop it as he just ... stopped caring. If the only way to put an end to their oppression was to murder humans, then so be it. Even if it led to being feared--’twas still favoured over watching more faunus fall to the hands of men. Thus as they partake in their last mission together as partners, ‘tis not unexpected of her to be hesitant. He knew she would be. However ... he found it near impossible, watching her turn her back, hearing her words as she made up her mind ( & each were thorns through his ensnared heart, setting his veins ablaze with pain ). Despite his descent, and his apathy t’wards humanity, he still cared for her. And still he cannot stop her from this. 

His breathing halted as did time itself, waiting, watching as she gripped her sword with alabaster fingers. He reached for her, shrouded eyne would betray his feelings should they see light. Howbeit they were shut off; she couldn’t read the pain reflecting in his oculi. 

      ❛ Blake ... please don’t do this. ❜ 

Albeit he knew he couldn’t change her mind ( she had made it up long afore this, she must have ) he was still pleading with her--what was he without her? He was no longer a person when she was absent; he was simply the cause. He was nothing. She was the sole being in this entire planet keeping himself from being lost forever, and he couldn’t think of a means to replace the void she would leave behind. She was ... deserting them. Deserting him. Perchance he would one day realize ‘twas his very own fault, but as he watched her bring her blade ‘pon the train’s coupling, he felt naught but betrayal. 

#emptycopy #[ v: i am lost & led only by the sᴛᴀʀs. ] #( asdfg this jus t made me think of her leaving sO ; ^ ; )

[rosewillt]

I’m not angry with you, I was being playful. I stabbed you with my fun knife

#[ my blood runs ʀᴇᴅ; but my body feels so cold. ] #[ looks like a girl; but she's a ғʟᴀᴍᴇ. ] #I' M CRYI GN

[rosewillt]

#:3c #emptycopy

[rosewillt]

The Wild still lingered in him and the wolf in him merely slept.

Jack London, White Fang (via hyperb0rean)

#[ my blood runs ʀᴇᴅ; but my body feels so cold. ]

[rosewillt]

so whats your fursona called.

FU CK OFF I’M NOT A FURRY

#Anonymous #( his name is shadow darkness d'mentia ray )

[rosewillt]

I promise you my pain wasn’t poetic. It was days without sleep and pretending I was stable enough to continue.

i am tired of this sadness. (via ended-dreams )

#[ my blood runs ʀᴇᴅ; but my body feels so cold. ] #[ нoɴey; you're familiar like my mirror years ago. ] #( aa hh ) #; ^ ;