#adamtaurus

🥮: i totally get the yakuza imagery! especially cus the floral sorta pattern he has in his first design looks likes a yakuza tattoo!

below is a small drabble based on the scenario you gave me! i like exploring the dynamic between Adam and Ruby a lot. They feel like long lost siblings to me ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚

There was a small miscalculation Adam made when he raided the recent Schnee Dust delivery point, and now he was curled up in a dark alleyway hissing to himself as he wrapped his ripped up shirt around his bleeding wound.

"Bunch of softies... all of them," he groans to himself as his head rests against the brick. Maybe because he was in so much pain putting pressure on the wound he hadn't yet noticed the short girl looking curiously at him.

"Whatcha doin'?" Ruby chirped innocently, tilting her head to try to get a look at what he was clutching, "Oh gee! You're bleeding out!? Do you need an ambulance? Uhm..uhm... oh god, I wish Weiss or someone was here..."

Thanks to the fact that his mask was off and his iconic White Fang attire ripped up to bandage his wounds, she seemed to have no idea she was talking to a notorious criminal.

"Kid, shut up... please." He grunts, trying to stand up and walk past her as if he didn't have an open wound actively bleeding out. She panics, holding him up when he stumbles.

"Hey! I'm 16! Old enough to help, right?"

His eyes narrowed at her naievete and happy nature, but he wasn't really in the state to fight or argue.

"How the hell could you help? You don't even look like you know what a-" he coughs up a bit of blood, heaving a dry metallic taste in his throat.

"Stop talking, mister! It's only gonna make your injury more painful!"

"Mister..?" he mutters under his breath in disbelief. Did she think he was like...old? He wasn't that... whatever.

"Yeah..? Are you not... a mister? I didn't mean to assume!" she flusters, almost dropping him to the floor. He groans, limping and she hurriedly catches up to him and drops him off at some shady spot in town where he was waiting to get picked up.

"Just go. I'll be fine." He sighs, trying to push the insistently helpful Ruby away. She pouts.

"Someone's going to pick me up, so stop worrying alright?" Adam flicks her forehead surprisingly tenderly for a man who claimed to hate all humans. Ruby reluctantly leaves him, albeit she very loudly looks over her shoulder to check on him every few seconds. Granted, it grated his nerves, but there was a sincerity to it that he couldn't help but find... nice.

And now, flash forward a few weeks, Team RWBY find themselves in a dilemma. Surrounded by Grimm far above their weight class and without any convenient tricks or adults around to help them. They're beaten bloody and worn out from the relentless attritional nature of the nonstop swarm. They seemed to have stumbled into a nest of some sort and the fighting seemed endless.

"This is why we should've left when we all heard that weird sound..!" Blake hisses, her swords clashing against sharp claws.

"Now really isn't the time for pointing fingers..!" Yang says in that slightly panicked but still lighthearted tone she always kept about her.

Ruby, however, was not able to banter and talk quite so easily. Her scythe had run out of ammo, and swinging it around like a melee weapon was not her preferred choice of battling. With a ferocious growl, she finds her scythe in the jaws of a huge Grimm, and she struggles to stop the fangs from sinking into her as the wretched scent of dead meat and its saliva permeates her nose.

"Ugh..!" She winces. None of her teammates have the time nor space to help her. But, miraculously, the Grimm falls to the ground. Disappearing in a flurry of rose petals. Her eyes grow wide and they shoot up to see the notorious White Fang mask and that striking red hair.

"We're even now, kid." He ruffles her hair, almost playfully. She reminded him of the other little orphan kids he had to take care of in the White Fang.

"Y-Y-You're White Fang..?!"

He smirks, snorting as a click of his sword kills all the Grimm. Shooting them all in their fatal spots instantly, and Team RWBY's eyes all shoot towards the perpetrator. Blake almost falls to her knees in fear just seeing him.

Weiss speaks up first,

"What the hell business does a White Fang member have saving us?"

Adam turned around slowly to see Weiss. Schnee. His scar twitched violently, but he kept his sword sheathed. Without another look toward Blake, knowing that he'd probably do something he'd regret, he walks away, leaving medical supplies and ammo in Ruby's hands. She was still standing there in utter shock and confusion.

"W-Wow... That White Fang guy... he saved our butts!" Ruby chirped, "Who would've thought, huh?"

Blake grimaced, utterly baffled by his actions, but decided not to say anything so as not to expose her relation to him.

Adam Taurus's Vale Branch (Pre-Coup, Under Sienna's Overall Leadership)

Adam Taurus led the Vale branch of the White Fang as a semi-autonomous faction during Sienna Khan's tenure as High Leader. This branch operated with significant independence, allowing Adam to pursue more aggressive tactics than Sienna explicitly approved.

Key activities included:

Large-scale Dust thefts in partnership with human criminal Roman Torchwick.

The Mountain Glenn operation (releasing Grimm to overrun Vale).

The catastrophic assault on Beacon Academy during the Fall of Beacon.

These actions aligned with the broader militant shift under Sienna but exceeded her boundaries—she later condemned the Beacon attack for risking global backlash and escalating into unprovoked terrorism.

Adam's personal charisma and frontline presence built strong loyalty here. In the Adam Character Short, hesitant recruits rallied behind him when he donned the first Grimm mask, symbolizing turning human fear against them. Members in Vale viewed him as a bold symbol of resistance, with Adam boasting post-coup that "my followers in Vale already see me as the true High Leader." This branch's radicals preferred his uncompromising stance on violence over Sienna's pragmatic retaliation.

The Coup and Transition to Full Control

In Volume 5 ("Dread in the Air"), Adam orchestrated a coup during a meeting with Sienna and Hazel Rainart (Salem's envoy). He revealed widespread support across branches, including in Mistral, and even turned Sienna's personal bodyguards against her. Adam assassinated her, staging it as a human Huntsman's attack to martyr her and consolidate power.

Reasons for member loyalty shifting to Adam:

His reputation as a fearless warrior and early advocate for extreme measures.

Sienna's perceived restraint (e.g., refusing the Haven attack).

Adam's success in high-profile operations that "proved" strength over compromise.

Many members, especially radicals frustrated with slow progress, saw him as the natural evolution of the White Fang's militant path. As Sienna herself noted earlier, Adam was "a symbol for many in our organization."

The White Fang Under Adam's Full Leadership (Post-Coup)

After seizing control, Adam radicalized the organization further, shifting from Sienna's goal of equality through fear/respect to outright Faunus supremacy—explicitly aiming to overthrow human society and enslave humanity. He continued the alliance with Salem's faction for resources, planning to attack Haven Academy and detonate bombs to destroy the school and surrounding area.

Actions included:

Ordering the assassination of Ghira and Kali Belladonna (Blake's parents) to capture Blake.

The failed Battle of Haven, where White Fang forces (including Atlesian Paladins) assaulted the academy but were defeated by Blake's allies, Menagerie Faunus, and police → Ilia Amitola defected, disabling bombs, and many members surrendered.

Adam was "doing something right" in the eyes of loyalists initially: his charisma, decisive victories (pre-Haven), and promise of total domination inspired fanatical devotion. He commanded large forces willingly, and his coup succeeded because a majority (or critical mass) backed his vision of unrestrained revolution.

However, this loyalty proved fragile. The Haven failure exposed his flaws—impulsiveness, spite (prioritizing personal vendettas, like obsessing over Blake), and poor strategy. Upon retreating, subordinates berated him for abandoning comrades; he responded by slaughtering them in rage. Support collapsed rapidly, with the White Fang fracturing into smaller groups. Ilia and others rejected him entirely, and by Volume 6, he operated alone.

Overall Assessment of "Evil" and Effectiveness

Adam's White Fang was more overtly evil than Sienna's: supremacist ideology, willingness to commit genocide-level acts (e.g., destroying cities with Grimm/bombs), and internal purges. It portrayed the group as irredeemable terrorists driven by hatred rather than justified grievance.

Adam is also being brought up since he’s technically part of the broader antagonist group. We know he met Salem in person — Adam was aware of Salem’s existence and specifically knew she was worried that Sienna Khan might oppose their plans. So, on his own initiative, he “fixed” the problem by overthrowing Sienna and taking over as High Leader. Ironically, that decision completely backfired on both of them. After his failed assassination attempt on the Belladonnas, Blake and her family/friends formed a militia that wrecked Adam’s part of the Haven attack. It’s still unknown if Salem even knows or cares that Adam is dead.

So imagine if after Adam comes out of the mines, but instead of turning to terrorism, he goes into music and takes his trauma, frustrations and anger out through it. I could imagine Adam would probably in like a Nu-metal band or something like that. Angsty, rebellious, aggressive and vocalists with troubled pasts and crazy hair, yeah I think Adam would fit into that subgenre (I'm not just saying that because I like Adam and Nu-Metal). Suddenly, Adam wouldn't be doing terrorism and instead will just be a musician with anger issues.

I have a lot thoughts right now.

But I will keep it short.

What would it like

to live with Adam?

🥮: i think adam would be a pretty neat and tidy person. he would keep his own space very organised and make sure that the house smelt good everywhere (or at least like a neutral disinfectant).

but if he was living with like a super messy person that never did the dishes or anything, he would either confront them about it or let their shit fester until it was all mouldy and just give like an 'i told you so' stare at them. but if that started to affect like his own living space or stuff he would kick them out LOL.

🧁: i feel like adam would wake up early and only come back from work really late. but then he would make it up to you by spending the whole weekend with you and doing anything that you ask for.

I wanna to see you write Adam

at his worse, you know

he being possessiveness, jealousy, and toxicity.

(I totally understand if you feel uncomfortable

about this, and if that so then I am deeply sorry

to ask this question.)

🥮 : hello friend!!! sorry for the late reply, but it took me a hot minute to write this jealousy fic. hope u enjoy!! we also have another jealous adam fic in the works from the other admins, so keep your eyes peeled LOL. i have issues making adam TOO evil (cus in my mind he always reveres his partners with so much love and is plagued with so much self-deprecation even if he's upset) so it might not be toxic enough, but i hope u still like it <3

synopsis: gn!reader x jealous adam. he hates your mission partner. this is lowkey an au where blake and adam never got together and you were his first partner. it doesn't really change much in the plot, just that blake doesn't get mentioned. VERY YANDERE CODED.

warnings: grossly jealous, like genuinely sick in the head type of possession.

wordcount: 1,769 — it's a little short... might continue it in the future!!

when you had to leave on a mission with that guy for a full week, adam was absolutely livid.

yes, he was your mission partner yes, he knew it was "only" a week. and yes, he was still absolutely livid.

what the fuck did you mean you were going to be out of his sight for a full week?

he was absolutely disgusted by the mere thought of even his scent no longer lingering on your skin. and, in a gross show of possession, he claimed the entirety of your pretty neck over and over in his mind. littering them with bite marks, hickeys, and even crescent moons from the way his nails dug into your neck. in his mind you even bled onto him, staining him in a purer crimson that only you bled.

because to him, even the blood you bled was prettier than other people's.

he was so lost in his shallow jealousy that he forgot that he was meant to be the one to touch you gentler than anyone else.

it was the thought of you bleeding to some random human, or even a grimm, that set him into a blinding rage. he couldn't trust this no-name rookie with you. and he certainly did not like that he had heard so many rumours about the two of you being "sooooo cute" together.

when you were on your way back from being debriefed about your expedition (some menial trip to an abandoned sdc warehouse), you were promptly dragged into adam's room. his mask was tossed aside on the bed and his eyes that only you knew met yours.

your breath was harshly cut off as you get pushed into the cold wall, and your back was flush against the brick as his leg wedged between both of yours. firmly pressing it against your crotch as one of his hands pinned both of your arms above your head.

"i heard about your mission."

"adam..?! what are you doing?" you ask, confused.

"you and that pretty boy— who can't swing his nunchucks, or whatever they are, to save his own life, let alone anyone else's— are going on a mission," he snarls, "just the two of you. alone. that's rich. sienna must be out of her goddamn mind."

"i-i... it shouldn't be that dangerous, you don't have to be worried about me—"

"shouldn't be worried... as if it were that easy."

he slid his hand up your arm, along your shoulder and trapezius until it lingered so faintly on your neck. he traced your skin all the way up until his fingers were playing with your ear, rubbing it between his thumb and his index finger until it started to feel numb from the friction. it was like he was trying to drill a piercing into you.

"ow..! what's your problem..!" you snap, rightfully impatient.

he lets go of your ear as if your yelp of pain burned him. with a shaky breath he slid his hand under your chin. he tilts it up until you looked him in the eyes. his manic expressions dilated and contracted at you, as if they couldn't decide if they were deeply in love with you, or hated your very essence.

"are you blind? do you even see the way that scum looks at you? he eyes you like a piece of meat, like a human does. you're just a commodity to him— a pretty little thing that's nothing more than their appearance. he's disgusting."

"adam-!"

he inhales shakily, putting his thumb firmly on your lips and shutting you up promptly.

"don't even try to defend him. i see the way you've laughed and joked with him. is that what's actually happening? everyone in the white fang is trying to take my lover from me to pair with some useless, bumbling idiot?"

he laughs with no smile behind his eyes as his thumb slowly forces its way into your parted lips that drew sharp breaths. pressing down on your tongue perversely. it was uncomfortable, and left you drooling around his thumb and down your chin.

"do you think you could ever leave me? darling.... you could run a hundred miles, elope with that stupid, lowly vermin, and i would still find a way to drag you into my arms. even if you never allowed me to touch me again, even if my place in your heart is gone, you will never be allowed another man to touch you unless i'm dead."

you struggle, squirming weakly. your arms weak from being held up for so long and your legs weakly shuffling, but his thigh was lodged so snug against your crotch that it only made your useless struggle shift up on the wall.

he lets go of your wrists, but no pushing or pounding at him affects him. he uses his right hand to keep your jaw open, pushing down on your tongue until your bottom teeth start to mark his thumb, and slips his left hand's fourth finger into your mouth. he pulls out his thumb. the way he manhandled your mouth was humiliating.

he was scum. he knew it. what right did this horrid, scarred man have to touch you like this?

"i'm not foolish enough to think i own you. everyone wants you. i should know, being one of them. it infuriates me just how perfect you are sometimes..."

you furrow your brows, heaving around the ring finger that felt like a knife down your throat.

perfect? what the hell was he talking about?

"bite it. show me you own me." he dares, a dangerous glint in his sharp blue eye. "show me that you still find value in me."

you pushed him hard, and it finally worked. maybe you caught him off guard. his finger is finally out of your mouth and you get the chance to talk. angrily, on the verge of tears,

"what the hell are you going on about?! of course i find value in you! i would never do anything with that guy! he's just a friend at most— you... you know you're the only one for me..!"

his scarred eye twitches.

"no i'm not."

you were utterly lost.

"what?"

"you could have damn well anyone in this world with ears to hear your voice, eyes to see your smile, and the hands to feel your warmth, and you expect me to believe you're gonna waste away with me? i don't even fucking qualify as a friend, let alone a lover."

"wha-"

his hands clasp your head firmly over your ears, blocking everything but the deafening sound of the vibrations between you and him.

"have i ever made you smile the way he does?" he whispers into your neck, pressing a soft kiss over the distinct bite mark right on the soft slope that connected your neck to your shoulder. you don't hear anything, but you can feel his shaky breath on your skin.

he lets go of you, dropping you to the floor.

"even if you want to go on that mission, you aren't. i'm telling sienna i'm going. i'll be back in a day."

"a day..?! it takes a day to get there!" you protest trying to follow him out his room.

"don't even think about leaving this room." he shuts the door, locking you in. what was once a warm intimate space, where the two of you shared anything and everything to one another, was now a cold, puny prison with a shoddy, wooden door that somehow felt indestructible.

he comes back after a few hours, his clothes slightly dirtier than before. he doesn't address you, just taking off his clothes without a single comment. those scars that stretched across his muscular back looked even deeper than usual in the dim light of his bedside lamp.

"get some sleep." he insists.

"adam, i love you. don't you believe me?"

"we're not going to talk about this."

"why not?! you're the one who refuses to believe me! aren't we supposed to share everything with each other..?"

something about that sets him off. his fist hits the wall hard, tearing through his skin until his filthy, dirty blood stains his wall.

"do you really know anything about what everything means? do you know what an idiot you'd have to be to share so much of you with a greedy bastard like me? shut up, and go to sleep."

"how can you be mine if i can't even be yours?" you whine.

he walks over, each thud of his boots against the floorboards sounding heavier than the last. he crawls over you slow, like a prowling predator, but in his mind it's his way of giving you a chance to leave this all behind. run and escape him as quickly as you could—as you should.

"i am yours. and that's why you have to deal with even this pathetic show. it must be difficult. it must be horrible looking at this disgusting scarred face. every time you must want to puke."

he inches closer to you bit by bit, and you slowly inch backwards (on the fluffy blanket you draped over him that one time), in fear of his imposing stature over you until you hit the metallic, cold railing of his cheap, industrial bed. your knees hit his chest as he surrounds you, and it's the only thing that keeps him from getting any closer.

because, despite everything, he would never go further than you would allow.

"you like pretty things. pretty flowers, pretty treasures, even a pretty face makes you blush. fluffy and cute little animals, fur blankets that you cozy into. do you blush when you see him? is he pretty to you?"

"do you really think i'm that shallow..?!"

"you aren't shallow. you're realistic."

"i've always and will always want you!"

"don't lie. we both know it's never been 'always' with us." he says, pushing you down. it wasn't even a firm push, but you yielded to him so readily. it sickened him slightly. not because of you, god it was never you, but because of how he was sick enough to take advantage of it.

"you think you love me, but were you ever given a choice to think otherwise?"

your wrists feel a cold piece of metal around them. a broken chain link from the weapon that your partner used in battle. slightly bloody, he ties you to the bedframe with the thin metal chain. he backs away with a soft kiss to your trembling kneecaps.

This time I wanna know you craziest head cannon

about Adam.

Mine craziest HC about Adam is his name

Everyone say his name is taken from the

Disney Beauty and the Beast, Beast's name

Adam.

But my take, I think it's reference to The Bible

Adam, the first man created by God.

(Same time)

Adam, the first male character Monty created.

You see?(And I deeply sorry if I said too much)

🥮: I don't know if this is that crazy, but my headcanon is that Adam had his bull tail cut off and it won't regrow properly but he has a little stump there. My even crazier headcanon is that they used to whip him with it back in the factories.... I'm sorry Adam, my imagination puts you through so much suffering.... I swear it's from a place of genuine interest!!

🧁: mine is that he might be half human and that's another reason why he hates humans so much. like a deadbeat father type situation which fuels his vengeance as well.

Analysis of RWBY's Grimm Masks

This entry demonstrates sophisticated symbolic worldbuilding through what appears to be simple costume design, revealing how physical objects can carry deep thematic weight.

Symbolic Reclamation

The masks represent a powerful narrative device of symbolic reclamation. Blake's explanation—"Humanity wanted to make monsters out of us, so we chose to don the faces of monsters"—transforms what could be simple villain costuming into a statement about oppression and identity. The White Fang consciously adopts the imagery used to dehumanize them, turning it into a source of power and intimidation.

Visual Hierarchy System

The mask variations create an effective visual language for organizational structure:

Recruits: Basic angular designs showing entry-level commitment

Soldiers: More refined rounded shapes indicating experience

Officers: Custom designs with red markings denoting individual authority

Leadership: Completely unique designs (Adam's intricate patterns, Lieutenant's full-face coverage)

This hierarchy allows audiences to immediately understand character importance and organizational dynamics without exposition.

Character Development Through Design

Adam's role as the originator of the mask tradition adds layers to his character arc. His initial use stems from practical necessity (hiding scars from Schnee Dust Company abuse), which evolves into ideological symbolism that inspires an entire movement. This progression from personal trauma to organizational identity reflects his journey from victim to extremist leader.

Thematic Contradiction

The masks create fascinating thematic tension. While intended to reclaim monstrous imagery, they simultaneously:

Dehumanize the wearers by concealing individual identity

Make the White Fang appear more genuinely monstrous to outsiders

Transform justified anger into intimidating anonymity

This contradiction reinforces RWBY's themes about how oppression can corrupt even well-intentioned resistance movements.

Cross-Character Usage

Raven Branwen's adoption of similar imagery outside the White Fang context expands the masks' symbolic meaning. Her use for concealing Maiden powers and tribal leadership suggests the design's broader application as a tool for those operating outside societal norms—whether as revolutionaries, bandits, or magical beings.

Practical Worldbuilding

The mention of masks being "hard to see through" adds realistic limitations that prevent them from being purely aesthetic choices. This practical consideration grounds the fantastical elements while explaining why characters might remove them during crucial moments.

Cultural Impact

The masks function as in-universe symbols that carry meaning beyond their immediate wearers. They represent:

Faunus resistance to human oppression

The corruption of peaceful protest into violent extremism

The way symbols can evolve beyond their creators' intentions

The fine line between intimidation and actual monstrosity

Visual Storytelling

The design choices communicate character information efficiently:

Red markings indicate rank and danger level

Custom designs suggest individual agency within collective identity

The resemblance to actual Grimm creates immediate visual threat recognition

Different variations allow for character identification even when masked

Meta-Commentary

The masks serve as commentary on dehumanization in conflict. By literally making Faunus faceless, they explore how both oppressors and oppressed can lose sight of individual humanity in systemic struggles. The visual similarity to actual monsters questions whether adopting monstrous imagery eventually influences behavior.