Faunus - Tumblr Posts

... Yeah I agree with this.

I get some people like to be freaky but save that shit for a lemon fic. If you shove it in thinking it will be good for the story.. that might be unwise (which is why I hate frwby! Kidding obviously I just don't exactly care for it due to its title.)

While it doesn't make me uncomfortable, I just don't think it should be shoved into rwby. Unless it's sheerly for being horny. If that's the case then I have no qualms about it.

Confession #228

The true

How would animals in RWBY view Faunus? What would be your deepest take on it? Of course, I leave this discussion to the rest of your viewers to decide.

I feel like there’d be a shared sort of familiarity for species viewing faunus of the same race as them (e.g. a cat and a cat faunus). It’d be easier for animals of the same species as faunus to trust and communicate with them. I’m pretty sure Blake had a few mother cats coming up to her and trying to groom or mother her, and Marrow’s popular with the local dogs in Mantle and Atlas. 

But as for differing species, animals be like ‘oh what is this? it’s a hooman with funny skin. this is weird’ or ‘get the hell away from me. you’re not a hooman and you’re not an animal either. what are you????’

This is really an interesting thing to think about and would love to see more of this discussed, so I urge my followers to comment their thoughts on this. 

XIX. TO PAN [HOMERIC HYMN TO PAN] Muse, tell me about Pan, the dear son of Hermes, with his goat’s feet and two horns—a lover of merry noise. Through wooded glades he wanders with dancing nymphs who foot it on some sheer cliff’s edge, calling upon Pan, the shepherd-god, long-haired, unkempt. He has every snowy crest and the mountain peaks and rocky crests for his domain; hither and thither he goes through the close thickets, now lured by soft streams, and now he presses on amongst towering crags and climbs up to the highest peak that overlooks the flocks. Often he courses through the glistening high mountains, and often on the shouldered hills he speeds along slaying wild beasts, this keen-eyed god. Only at evening, as he returns from the chase, he sounds his note, playing sweet and low on his pipes of reed: not even she could excel him in melody—that bird who in flower-laden spring pouring forth her lament utters honey-voiced song amid the leaves. At that hour the clear-voiced nymphs are with him and move with nimble feet, singing by some spring of dark water, while Echo wails about the mountain-top, and the god on this side or on that of the choirs, or at times sidling into the midst, plies it nimbly with his feet. On his back he wears a spotted lynx-pelt, and he delights in high-pitched songs in a soft meadow where crocuses and sweet-smelling hyacinths bloom at random in the grass. They sing of the blessed gods and high Olympus and choose to tell of such an one as luck-bringing Hermes above the rest, how he is the swift messenger of all the gods, and how he came to Arcadia, the land of many springs and mother of flocks, there where his sacred place is as god of Cyllene. For there, though a god, he used to tend curly-fleeced sheep in the service of a mortal man, because there fell on him and waxed strong melting desire to wed the rich-tressed daughter of Dryops, and there he brought about the merry marriage. And in the house she bare Hermes a dear son who from his birth was marvellous to look upon, with goat’s feet and two horns—a noisy, merry-laughing child. But when the nurse saw his uncouth face and full beard, she was afraid and sprang up and fled and left the child. Then luck-bringing Hermes received him and took him in his arms: very glad in his heart was the god. And he went quickly to the abodes of the deathless gods, carrying the son wrapped in warm skins of mountain hares, and set him down beside Zeus and showed him to the rest of the gods. Then all the immortals were glad in heart and Bacchie Dionysus in especial; and they called the boy Pan 2532 because he delighted all their hearts. And so hail to you, lord! I seek your favour with a song. And now I will remember you and another song also. Art - by Diego Almeida

Unfortunately, it seems as though Tyrian will remain constipated forever.

Wolf, Sheep, and a Mobster Part 1

Name: Marion Lamb

Age: 18

Gender: Male

Sexuality: ???

Height: 5′8ft Voice Claim: Sam Riggel

Hair: Dark Reddish Brown

Eye color: Amber

Color: Red

Race: Wolf Faunus Kingdom of Origin: Mistral

Occupation

Tailor

Day Care Worker

Huntsman Student (Beacon) (This is during Season 1) Appearance

 Marion is a average height teen of a lean build. While he has been seen in various different outfits, he loves to wear flannel shirts and denim jeans for casual dressing. For when he goes “Hunting”, he wears a white button up shirt, brown vest, light blue ribbon tie, brown leather boots and a red cloak.  

Personality

 He’s a little sheepish, a quiet young man who dislikes conflict and generally avoids confrontation as much as possible. He prefers to keep most things and at times even people at arms length, putting up walls to protect himself from being hurt. He doesn’t come off as rude, he’s actually quite polite. He just doesn’t people in that easily, taking everything with a grain of salt. He’s at times a bit of a coward, never in fights but in social situations.

Skills and Abilities

  He has enhanced hearing and smell due to his Faunus heritage as well as natural night vision. This is a boost to his hunting abilities. Having spent his childhood playing in the forests, and then training there for preparation for Beacon, he has developed the skill of survival, sneaking, and even hunting down targets in natural terrain.

  He is very knowledgeable of plants and animals as well as Grimm. He wouldn’t last long training in the forests if he didn’t. He has also become a sharpshooter, able to pick off a moving Lepus (Rabbit Grimm) from 100 feet away from him.

 He can knit.He finds it calming, plus it reminds him of his Grandmother and Older Brother. Able to make clothes and cloth made accessories with ease.

 Weapon/s

 Nana Smith: A double barreled hunting rifle that can shoot both regular ammo and dust rounds. The rifle can be mecha shifted to a spear that has a trigger mechanism that allows it to detonate at the tip of the spear for explosive results for melee combat.

Fighting Style:

 Like a certain Rabbit, Marion employs the rule to never fight fair, he specializes in Guerrilla warfare and hit and run tactics when he’s not sniping people from far away and or concealed locations.

If needed, like for example direct combat. Marion will employ the use of his Semblance to become and even more dangerous combatant. He likes using his semblance but prefers to not use it for combat unless needed. The Semblance allows him to never fight alone.

Aura/Semblance:

 Sheep in Wolves Clothing: Marion is able to summon parts of a being created by his Aura and Semblance. The being is a giant sheep-ram like monster with dangerous looking horns and a bulging muscular body. One would mistake it for a Grimm if it weren’t for it’s devoid of any Grimm markings and that it is actually docile when it’s Summoner is not in any danger.

He received it after he woke up from surgery that was need to save both him and his brother after a freak accident involving a theme park attack by the White Fang. His brother died to give his heart to be transplanted into Marion for he was the closest suitable donor.

Backstory/History:

TBA

Themes:

Far Cry 5: "Let the Water Wash Away Your Sins" Face Claim: https://pin.it/xwiym6vg5auj3m