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Indie (sideblog) for the White Fang Lieutenant from Monty Oum's RWBY. Obviously not affiliated with Rooster Teeth. Content warning for violence, fantasy racism, body horror, and all of that lovely stuff. Avenged by Chris, blog is exclusively for roleplayers 21 and up.
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I can’t keep pretending I don’t just wanna full force bite somebody’s throat out of their neck
well first of all being covered in blood is inherently erotic AND romantic. So jot that down
"I'm not sorry I bit you. You deserved it."
i'm insane but at least i got pretty eyes
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"None of you can handle progress."
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Fuck
Marry
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"Well, those are definitely questionable results. 'Kill' didn't get any votes though, so I'm counting it as a win."
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It might have been a typical response, one he was certainly expecting, Corsac still finds himself scoffing. I'm rude. Yes, he certainly was, and it begged the question why he bothered making it Corsac's problem if he knew it was bound to erupt into an fight.
Lucky for the Lieutenant, Corsac had absolutely no energy for that potential fight.
"I don't drink and read," the fox says instead. He sighs, turning the page. The mystery was starting to get interesting, and he would be damned if he let the wolf get in the way of it. "If I'm drinking alcohol, I'm doing it to ensure I sleep through the damn night."
That was certainly not true, but it wasn't like the Lieutenant needed to know that.
Drinking alcohol to dunk himself into bed. Who raised this guy? ...Oh yeah. No, wait, bandits absolutely didn't explain that. So the mystery's still there, how'd he end up like this?
"I know better ways of making sure you sleep snug and sound."
Call it his urge to be annoying. The two of them in the same room together are never going to truly get along without squabbling, even if Corsac is minding his own business doing something he enjoys. That's just the major issue with attracting the attention of the Lieutenant the way he has.
Admittedly, if he were trying to enjoy time by himself and were getting bothered, he'd probably be pretty irritated, too.
But Corsac is irritated 24/7, so who really gives a shit?
it's not the first time in his life qrow's been too stuck in his own head, memory, and misery to miss someone taking a shot. doesn't help that it's been a long time since anything actually went anywhere.
the guy's responses earn him a dry grunt in affirmative of attention, enough to pair with a sideglance, though qrow's not surprised. no one who looked that stacked and that tough and that mysterious, made a totally scrupulous living. no judgement.
"Wouldn' be very useful to anyone."
his head and wine red eyes drop towards the ground once more, giddy mood suddenly gone. he's not feeling particularly proud or useful these days, still a burden even at his best, otherwise he might actually be at home with his family and their friends, instead of here at this bar commiserating with new acquaintances, staying out of their way.
"we do what we gotta do," he parrots again, and swallows down what's left of his drink, clattering it back down maybe too harshly.
"if i stopped t'feel th' shame i'd drown'n it," he orders another round, as if that's not exactly what's happening in a different shade of blame.
"Alright then, drama queen."
He doesn't mean it in a rude way, just a means of brushing off all the sudden gloom and sorrow. He's just never had much patience for self-pity. He has no doubt that, whatever Qrow's done to warrant this much drinking, he himself has probably done worse. Or at least more of it. Unless Qrow had accidentally killed a family member or friend, he didn't see what all of this was about. No judgement if he had, of course.
"Immuna call you 'Edgar Allen Qrow' if ya keep that up." he says, sipping from his own drink and critically eyeing the one staff has now brought Qrow--one he probably didn't need considering all that he'd already had. "He got smashed and wrote poetry too, yanno. Ain't you tired of sipping that crap yet?"
Look, far be it from him to schedule an intervention, he just liked it better when his newfound friend was saying stuff he could vibe with.
Darker vibes // Accepting
@slaughtermachine asked: ❛ i would gladly let you drag me to hell. ❜ oh god they just keep coming, adam is getting mad angry wolf vibes tonight
Adam paces back and forth, mask off, hand on sword hilt, fury blazing through him. How dare that human presume to command him, presume to command the faunus? It was exactly that sort of thing that he was working against; humans couldn't just waltz into his camp and expect his men to die for them, for their cause. But that was exactly what Cinder and her ilk had done.
And he had turned them down, told them to get out, that he wasn't going to risk his men for humans.
But she had come back, had slaughtered most of the faunus in camp…., and if he wanted those who were left to have a fighting chance, he had to agree. He hated it, hated being used like this…., but he was going to use them right back. With the money and Dust they'd given him, the White Fang was going to be able to escape in the middle of the chaos from the Fall of Beacon.
He hears the flap of his tent shift, and he grabs for his mask, prepared to round on whoever had dared to disturb him, to snarl at them to get out, to leave him, but before he can replace his mask on his face, he hears the one person who can withstand his wrath.
"I would gladly let you drag me to hell," his lieutenant says, and Adam turns, mask still in hand, fury still radiating through him, but his other hand falls away from the hilt of his sword, his scowl relaxing somewhat.
It was good to know his lieutenant was still with him; he knew his latest instructions hadn't been what anyone had been anticipating, and they were likely not that popular. They just had to get through this, scatter and lay low for a little while before they all regrouped in another kingdom. Then they'd be able to join another faction of the White Fang, to keep fighting.
The two of them would stick together, no matter what else happened.
He drops his mask on a chair and crosses to his lieutenant, reaching for the other man's mask; he needs to see him, needs to touch him. Once he can see his lieutenant's face, he meets his lieutenant's golden gaze, allowing the sight to reassure him, to calm him somewhat. In this moment, at the very least.
"If we burn, we'll burn together," he responds, stepping closer to the taller man. He didn't know what was going to happen, how many they were going to lose, and though that did matter to him…., he can't lose his lieutenant. So they were just going to have to make it through this, both of them. They were going to have the hardest time getting out unnoticed…., but they'd dealt with worse odds.
I wanna see y'all cheering Adam on for getting dick so good he can fixate on that instead of Blake.
darker vibes
❛ i would let you rip me apart if it meant loving you. ❜
❛ this fear you feel? it won’t last. ❜
❛ you are my salvation. ❜
❛ i revolt you, don’t i? ❜
❛ get the hell away from me. ❜
❛ i want to sink my teeth into every inch of you. ❜
❛ i’ll be your dirty little secret, if that’s what you’re into. ❜
❛ worship me. until i tell you to stop. ❜
❛ don’t you know how sick with love i am for you? ❜
❛ fucking hit me already. ❜
❛ i would burn the world for you. ❜
❛ i don’t want to be good, no matter how hard you wish it. ❜
❛ i don’t know how you’ve bewitched me, but it needs to stop. ❜
❛ fix me. ❜
❛ they die for love, you kill for it. ❜
❛ you are mine, whether you agree or not. ❜
❛ do you like it when i bleed for you? ❜
❛ i will keep hurting. i will keep killing. anything to protect you. ❜
❛ i’m starved for you, morning and night. ❜
❛ now i get to ravish you. ❜
❛ i am your god and your executioner. ❜
❛ you are doing so well, my pet. ❜
❛ you’re my sweetest poison. ❜
❛ let’s do something about that mouth of yours. ❜
❛ your fascination with me will be your death. ❜
❛ you’re the monster that’s enticed me into your bed. ❜
❛ all you can say are pretty lies. ❜
❛ the fucked up thing is that it isn’t enough to just love you. ❜
❛ you’ve broken me. all i can think about is you. ❜
❛ you’ll beg for more. ❜
❛ an eternity with you would never satisfy me. ❜
❛ i would gladly let you drag me to hell. ❜
❛ everything i’ve done.. every horrible atrocity, it’s been for you. ❜
❛ you’re a fucking nightmare. kiss me. ❜
❛ feel grateful that i allow you to touch me. ❜
❛ every time your lips touch my skin, you burn me from the inside out. ❜
❛ there’s no black or white, only gray. ❜
❛ no one touches what’s mine. ❜
❛ make me indifferent, make me horrible. ❜
❛ i could never be the one to love you. i can only be the one that kills you. ❜
❛ your lips are poison, your laugh a curse. ❜
He half shrugs, one wing lifting to shield the lieutenant from the rain. "It's more about feelin' the air currents, which is also hard to do in the rain, but it isn't fun getting dry after." The folds especially took longer to dry, and he still felt moist for ages.
That is a bigass wing. The Lieutenant hunches slightly, lifting it gratefully over himself.
"Look on the bright side, it works wonders getting blood offa ya." Not exactly normal small talk, but not a lie either.
