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yall know me I'm a multishipper

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               they aren’t my friends. they only stay because they want something from me.                                          i’m nothing to them. i’ll never be anything.

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MOTHER: Owais Amin - Wolf Faunus (Tail / Teeth)

FATHER: Ossein Amin - Jackal Faunus (Ears / Claws)

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  “Hey, ma?” 

   Young Faunus pipes up, peeking through the threshold of the small kitchenette, and instantly does he take in the aroma; the familiar scent of boiling cabbage and carrots, along with the various spices they were able to get hands upon that week. 

   Mother takes note, peeking over shoulder as her offspring wanders closer, and a softened smile is quickly on display to share. Fingers clutched about a spoon wooden gingerly place it upon the old countertop, freeing hands as they smooth down her attire, and she beckons Marrow closer to get the wanting look to the boiling pot that she knew was so desired.

   “Do you have something for me, little wolf?”

   She speaks, and the young finds himself startled; that little wolfen tail rising as hairs begin to prickle. Truly, he should have known better--never could anything make it pass her nose. A drop of shoulders, hands behind his back coming forth, and with a seeming shame he proffers up what was once hidden. A small wrapping of butchers paper, and as fingers peel away at it raw, freshly cubed pieces of stew meat marbled to perfection are nestled in and awaiting to be devoured. 

   Owais blinks, taken aback by the offering from son--but oh how brief it is, before a wolfish, proud smile blossoms upon taut cheeks. 

   “Where did you get this? Did anyone see?”

   Marrow shakes his head, stepping up to the counter to place the package down, and soon his own voice chimes with his own sense of confidence.

   “No, no one saw me. The butcher was busy with a customer who won't miss one little package of meat.”

   Rather than scolding her young, offering up a lecture on the indignity of stealing, Owais squeezes him around the shoulders; peppering affectionate kisses into that bed of dark, wild hair. Such a motion garners laughter from the young wolf, and just like his Mother’s own, tail begins to wag, pride swelling within his chest to being useful.

   “Ossein will be thrilled, it’s been a long while since we’ve had anything fresh. Thank you, Marrow.”

   Though she smiles, she can feel Marrow’s shoulders sag in her grip; and with reluctance mother releases her son, his own eyes of dulling teal peering around her, and back through the kitchen’s threshold. 

   “Is...pa feeling any better?”

   Marrow wonders, voice timid, and Owais can do nothing more than exhale; her stance raising back up, and she too turns to gaze out into the small homes living area. Upon the old couch a mere lump was seen, coiled up in blankets bitten by moths, and two ears of a Jackal poking out from atop the worn warmth. Meekly the body turns, shudders, and convulses with chesty coughs, the sound alone causing both mother and son to cringe in sympathy.

   “He’s been resting, but…”

   Owais swallows thickly, draws in a breath, and pushes down the sorrow swelling; turning back to the pot boiling, and quickly adding in the awaiting meat. It takes little time for the new aroma to rise, causing both of wolfen nature to inhale and take it all in. 

   “But, once he hears what you brought back, I’m sure he’ll happily eat a bowl. Nothing like a warm stew to get his strength back.”

   Though her eyes were sorrowful, she dare not let Marrow share in the sensation--and with a knowing move she offers the stirring spoon down to his hands, being sure he gripped it tight before leaving him to the remaining minutes of cooking. As one would oneday pride himself upon, young Faunus was quite the quick learner, and with a nod, he easily takes over her position; slowly stirring cabbage long since wilted, carrots softened, and now meat cooking through, even taking it within his own hands to scour the spices they’d managed to procure.

   “Keep an eye on the stew, Marrow. I’m going to wake your father.”

   A simple nod, a shift of shoulders, and like a guard would watch over it, never to allow a single drop to boil over. He hears the footsteps of mother fade, her soft voice in the other room, and the weakened groans of father following suit; but he dare not focus upon the pain. He had a job--a duty, to be sure that they were fed, and like hell would he ever disappoint. 

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               a WOLF is a WOLF.

                                               even in a CAGE.

                                                                         even dressed in SILK.

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Little reference sheet for my Marrow headcanons / outfit design for a roleplay setting I write him in. 

Points. Love that wolf boy. 

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One puppy who deserves the World.

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That boy has got more than just a bark! 

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My friend Rook was kind enough to send me a snippet from their con conversation with Miles Luna where they asked about Marrow and his age. Miles says he is ‘definitely in his mid-twenties’, not 18-21 like the voice actor had guessed. 

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Woah look it’s me! But I am not here for roleplay. I roleplay Marrow off tumblr now, but I’m going to be using this blog as a musing / archive place for headcanons and other content. So. Yup.

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@valianse​ asked:  " what if, instead of looking up into the sky, you're looking down, into the cosmic abyss with only gravity holding you upwards. "

   “--...Did you hit your head a little too hard?”

   Marrow actually frets, if only for a moment when peering into wolf’s eyes, determining whether focus was off-kilter and the Arc found himself suffering a concussion. 

   “Because I’M going to be blamed for it if you did.”

   --And the truth of ‘worry’ comes out.

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Perfectly Platonic - Accepting

@metalpetals​ asked:  “You look like you could use a coffee.”

   “That’s an understatement--                           I could use six coffees.”

   Marrow nearly whines when dropping weight onto the unfolded metal chair, back curved and stretched as a series of pops travel his spine and breath escapes in satisfaction. Mornings were never easy--and no matter how many times Clover told him he’d become used to it, never did he find those words to ring true. Sore, exhausted, and lacking his daily caffeine, head lulls toward shoulder as ultimate weapon is utilized.

   The puppy dog eyes.

   “--Wanna grab some for me, Rose?”

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seethewcrld‌:

“If you think I want something from you, then you don’t know me.” Robyn shook her head. “It just… I get the feeling it’s harder for you than the others.” She confessed. “But I want you to know you are doing a great job.” She looked down for a moment. “…Besides. We have to back each other up when we climb up the ladder don’t you know?” She slowly moved her cloak to reveal something she always kept hidden. A lithe fox tail. 

   Before another jab can even slip from canine’s mouth he finds himself STARING--eyes flickering down as tail once obscured is allowed to be seen. What a rare moment that Marrow was left speechless, only able to gawk as the gears in his mind grind to a sudden halt. Lips part, close, and part once again as teal eyes lock upon trait of fox, and ever slow does voice spill with accusatory pitch.

   “You’re--...a Faunus?                 And you hide it? While trying to become a COUNSEL woman? Don’t you--”

   Head shakes, and forced is he to pull attention away; blinking thrice over before a glower settles upon Robyn in disbelief.

   “Don’t you think it would mean MORE to the people of Mantle, if they knew this?”

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stormflowerhonor‌:

Ren blinks in surprise at the question. “I…guess so? There are others on my team who are stronger than I am, and Blake is pretty quiet as well…” He honestly isn’t sure how to respond, if it’s meant to be a simple observation, a means of starting a conversation or an insult of some kind. It doesn’t feel like an insult, so he’ll rule that one out. Especially when it’s accompanied by the curious sound he hears and the light in his eyes.

If Ren has to guess, Marrow is joking with him. So he smiles. “I did notice that Vine is very similar to me, as it turns out. Or, I suppose I would be similar to him. But I don’t really talk much unless I have something to say-even though I think I am getting better at it.”

   “--Eh. You could be BETTER though. Gotta speak up, kid, interject yourself while we’re dishing out missions, and don’t ever--and I mean ever--do a mission with Vine. I can’t even imagine how uncomfortably quiet you two would be. It’s like a nightmare.”

   While Marrow was, truthfully, trying his hand at a bout of advice it was not the most well-thought out nor gentlest way to put it. It doesn’t seem canine is quite ready to silence himself either, and with a step forward, hand reaches out to clasp upon Ren’s shoulder and peer into eyes of rose.

   “Here. Try it now, talk as loud as you possibly can. Scream if you have to!”

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legends never die when the world is calling you can you hear them screaming out your name? legends never die, they become a part of you every time you bleed for reaching greatness legends never die

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Stay!