#leopard writes

[leopardsnake-stories]

1/2/2024

Rodney watched from her stall as Lilian, her neighbor, swindled some traveler. Another poor schmuck falling for bogus health potions. They would most likely try using it at the very last moment and perish not even realizing they’ve been had.

Rodney’s own supply of potions and tonics were ignored. The prices on top of her  own dour expression ensured it.

Maybe one day Rodney would learn to talk to complete strangers. But it wouldn’t happen any time soon. She was sure of it.

“No sales today, Rodney?” Lilian approached as everyone was packing up. “How shameful. I could give you some tips, if you would like?”

Rodney’s nose wrinkled at the suggestion. She fought the urge to say something that would get her shunned, instead saying,” No thanks, I don’t like lying to people.”

Lilian squawked rather similarly to one of her own chickens. Her already ruddy face flushing further. “You ungrateful cur!”

Rodney stood to her full height, a towering six foot and five inches tall. She easily loomed over the petite Lilian. “Better than a lying wrench! Leave me be!”

Lilian skittered away, cursing all the while. She would be back next week for another market day with another clutch of her snake oil tonics. 

Rodney finished packing up and started pulling her cart towards her house. Another unsuccessful market day under her belt. She was sure she would get another earful for returning with  her full supply once again.

Instead of heading inside, Rodney sat on her stoop. All the while, she contemplated her situation.

Rodney was the village medicine woman. In fact, she was the only medicine woman for the two neighboring villages as well.

She had spent most of her life learning her trade. Every villager knew her, adult and child alike. She had helped them all at some point with one thing or another. She’s an expert and they all knew it.

It was the non villagers coming through that didn’t know. Add in Rodney’s intimidating visage and tight lips, it was no surprise the pretty and charming Lilian was doing so well with her Snake Oil Potions.

Nor would any of the villagers set the facts straight. Despite all the favors and help Rodney had given them over the years.

Sometimes, Rodney considered finally leaving for the King’s army.

The front door slammed open behind her. “Rodney! If you tell me nothing sold, I will scream!”

Nickolas, her younger brother, scowled down at her. Tiny, little Nicki and his ferocious temper. The villagers loved him anyway.

“Not a single thing,” Rodney reported, not bothering to stand just yet. She was tired, sweaty, and ready to wash her hands of the whole day. She would take a moment of self pity if she wanted to. 

“Rodney, we can’t go on like this,” Nicki said as his scowl deepened. “Come inside. I made you food.”

“You don’t live here anymore, Nicki,” Rodney said as she got up to follow him inside anyway.

Her ‘hovel’ as people called it, was filled to the brim with herbs and ingredients of all sorts. Outside of shelves and rocks, her only furniture was a small, rickety table in the middle of the room with two chairs. It was placed close to the fireplace where she cooked her medicines and food.

“So? You’ll actually cook for yourself?” Nicki glared at her, hands on his hips. He was far from intimidating. He was far too cute. “I think not. Lucas doesn’t care; he’s probably tired of me anyways.”

Rodney snorted, rolling her eyes. “Lucas is a cunt. I told you that from the beginning.”

“Just because his sister is a bitch doesn’t mean Lucas is a cunt,” Nicki exclaimed, waving the spoon from the soup pot at her. He ladled her a bowl. His scowl only deepened. “ Stop being rude to him.”

“Sure, when he stops screwing my baby brother,” Rodney deadpanned as she sat at her table. “I’ll make an effort.”

Nicki rolled his big blue eyes, but a smile had finally emerged onto his face. “I’ll take it!”

“Too bad his sister is a lying wench.” Rodney frowned at the thought of Lilian. Spirits did she hate her sister-in-law.

“Yeah, well, maybe she can teach you a thing or two about selling things,” Nicki muttered, sitting down across from her.

“The hell she will!” Rodney pointed at him. “I won’t be listening to a word that woman says!”

Nicki shook his head. His expression fell as their eyes met once more. “ Rodney, how am I supposed to leave you alone if you only ever talk to me?”

Rodney sobered. Her brother was right, of course. She knew he only came by so often because he knew she was lonely. In fact, he came by every single night to check in on her and cook her dinner.

The thought alone tied her stomach in knots.

“Well. Maybe I’ll find a spouse,” Rodney said as she attempted a smile. She watched her brother perk up at her words. Dread pooled in her guts.

“Finally,” He crowed, standing up to throw his arms over her shoulders. “Who do you have in mind?”

Rodney snorted, tucking her face into his neck. She resisted a smile. “Nobody.”

“Ugh.” Nicki’s noise of disgust rattled in her ears. She had been anticipating it. “Fine. I’ll just have to find someone.”

Spirits above, Rodney knew she was in trouble now.

[teddybeartoji]

18+ mdni; gn!reader

tiger!sukuna taking care of his kitty...

you squirm and twitch as his large, rough tongue runs up and down the juncture throat, the side of your neck, your jaw. your tiny hands push at his chest but it's of no use – he's just so much bigger and stronger than you. his tail sways from side to side and his ears keep twitching out of excitement; he can smell you, really smell you, and he can't stop grinning to himself – you keep trying to resist him while in reality... you love it.

his poor little kitty – overwhelmed by his need to simply take care of you:(((

the deep rumble, the low purr that reverberates through his chest is making you feel dizzy and you can't hold back the broken mewl that spills from your bitten lips. you feel his mean grin against your skin and it makes you try to push him off again. it doesn't work. when you try to fight him, fight his love for you – it only eggs him on further. his sharp nails dig into the soft meat of your waist as he lowers his hips, making you gasp when you feel his bulge rubbing against your heat.

claws sink into you and he's most certainly marks on your, oh, so sensitive skin; he uses his free hand to grab and turn your head to the other side as he licks and licks and licks – his saliva covers just about every inch of your neck and he just can't get enough. he holds your face in his big hands and he revels in the size difference... you're just so small compared to him:(( you don't even have a chance:(((

"stop... s'too much." you whine as you squirm under him. "'m clean now, kuna..."

that earns you a nip at your jaw.

he pushes you deeper into the mattress. he's nowhere even close to being done with you. he's only at your neck? what about the rest of your body? he'd rather have you crying from the suffocating weight of his overbearing love than to leave you like this – dirty and smelling like... well, not him. this is completely unacceptable!!!!

[fishcalcart]

Selkie!stone showing off his teeth >:)

[yearninflowers]

Imagine...

Alhaitham as a 'snow leopard'.

Unlike their initial appearances, snow leopards will not attack a human if one ever disturbs their peace. They would rather run away, shielding themselves from the unfamiliar presence. It is widely known that those big cats are quite shy creatures. You noticed the same pattern of behavior from your friend, Alhaitham.

Well, one fact is wrong, though. Alhaitham avoided people because it proved to be a hassle to be involved with one rather than being shy, as opposed to your thought of him as a snow leopard. Somehow, throughout your childhood with him, he would prove to you again and again how easy it was to avoid the eyes of adults and children altogether while holding your hands as you both ran away to hide from everyone.

It was a little weird how often he would tell you how annoying other people are despite you being one of those 'other people' in his point of view. Nonetheless, you stuck by his side. Through all the times in his life, yours was always intertwined with his. His birthdays, his grandmother's passing day, his… alone days, somehow. You were there through it all.

Aren't snow leopards solitary animals, though? Why does he always invite you to join his activities?

Maybe he isn't a snow leopard like you initially thought. Maybe he's a… never mind, you can't think of another animal when picturing your friend now. He's a new variant, perhaps. A weird, somewhat autistic snow leopard.

"Snow leopard, huh? Is that what you think of me?" Alhaitham silently mumbled under his breath, carefully reading the content of the small diary book you had left open somewhere.

Alhaitham would suddenly slip out a small smile whenever he remembered what you were picturing him as. Such a uselessly cute thought inside that head of yours. In contrast to what you thought of him, Alhaitham thought of you as a place he would call 'home'. Warm, steady, and welcoming were all your characteristics in his eyes.

From childhood until now, you've always been there for him. You always feel like the books he would love to read—the library he would love to lounge about—the home he would love to stay in. He loves everything about you, but especially the warmer side of yours. It felt like time would stop and he could live in such a serene place whenever he was beside you.

But sometimes, you are just too accommodating. You will let people in, welcoming them just like you welcomed him. Alhaitham would watch as you converse with other people as if they were all worth your time.

Don't you know that snow leopards are territorial animals no matter how less aggressive they are than other species?

He is never an aggressive person. Never at all. However, that would be another case for the people who would shamelessly rob your time together with him. After all, he needs his home, just like you need your snow leopard, right? You often said that your life is always intertwined with his alone. How about proving those exact words right now?

[scoriarose]

It's difficult to know what our beloved pets want; doubly so when they have no facial expressions and can't make many sounds.

Here's a quick and easy way to communicate with your snake! Specifically, finding out where they'd like to go! I start out by playing a game I call "airplane" where they are the pilot and my hand flies them around. At first they usually don't realize they are in control, and I usually end up slowly flying them into a wall. When they look away from the wall I'll fly in that direction. Some catch on faster than others, but at a certain point your pet will realize, "Hey, I go whatever direction I'm looking in!" and instead of being a helpless passenger being carried, they actively decide what they'd like to explore!

Learning this is great as it not only gives them a way to communicate with you and feel empowered, but it will also encourage them to try to communicate even even not being held. It's a great way to let your snake explore if you can't let them go on the ground and free roam.

In this video you can see a very simple example of how this helped me know where Scoria wanted to be put in her enclosure. She directed me where she wanted to go, and once I had her in the correct place, off she went!

Once your pet realizes they can communicate with you, it's important to pay attention and reward their behavior (so long as it will not put them in danger) to reinforce that this action works. They might even try other actions to communicate specific things- Scoria made up her own gesture for "I'm tired and want to go to bed for the night." She'll dig with her nose at the palm of my hand- and only does it then! I'm curious if anyone else's snake created their own "words".

(This is different than even Scoria burrows between my fingers. Maybe times she will sweetly nuzzle them too. That's play and affection! Palm digging is only for when she's done for the day, I think she was trying to communicate she wanted to burrow to her den to sleep, and me putting her to bed enforced this, so we both know her doing this action results in her being put back.)

[karinasbaby]

prince lion hybrid heeseung & snow leopard reader — royal au, hunger games-like au, hybrid au obv. not proofread, posting this & going to sleep goodnight !

when the young leo was born to the kingdom, to his strong lion parents, it was marked down in history as the luckiest day for the empire.

just as the small cub hissed, his lean golden tail engulfing his father’s wrist as he cradled him, everyone in the room witnessed the timelines being rewritten.

the tears in the queen’s eyes at the sight of her strong son, the vibrating purrs of delight from the king that shook the entire chamber. the long awaited prince has finally arrived. a healthy, powerful and brave lion.

while on the the other side of the country, above the snow covered mountains and the misty air, the cry of another cub broke out.

one quieter, more wise. the tail of the hybrid fluffier, thick and icy. suited for the frosty temperatures.

held between lesser arms in comparison to the lion prince, quieter celebrations and a smaller achievement, a petite mark in the feline history.

you were embraced by snow, raised between the frozen flakes and the darkened wooden oaks. a jarring contrast from the blinding gold that surrounded the prince, the silk and ruffling robes that slashed like thunder behind him when he stomped through the royal hallways.

while your father taught you the weak points of the prey, how to efficiently sink your fangs when threatened— heeseung’s father trained him to wage war, illuminated his path to darker and deeper bloodbaths, drilled his sickened ideologies that have been carried within the empire for centuries.

that’s what the jungle lived by, a vastly different ground than the mountains. so one would wonder, how could your snowy path possibly cross heeseung’s golden one?

it was a cruel end to yours when you were pushed onto your knees in front of the king. the lion with the untamed mane and the coiling tail that his royal robes were never able to contain, forced. you didn’t want to be here.

while a leopard’s freedom should never be taken, that wasn’t a belief that swirled in the thick head of the lion king, much less his prince’s head as they both stood in front of the newest contestants.

the ones that will fight to death to earn a place in the jungle, the only place a feline would be forced to live in with the premise that it is a privilege, a blessing to be beneath the care of the king and under the wing of the empire.

but that was far from the truth— especially for you, if you were to judge from the way the king’s golden slit eyes twinged with hatred when they noticed your whitened fur. the disapproving snarl when your spotted silvery tail coiled behind you in alarm.

yet the prince’s eyes were gentle, they were curious as they studied the first snow leopard to paw above the royal grounds in centuries.

a mystery, a true divine enigma that he was thrilled to discover, to know.

and you knew now that your only problem wouldn’t be the king, it would be the prince’s wild curiosity as well.

[gothamite-rambler]

Robin: Oh, you got a big kitty!

Robin dropped his usually tough facade and hurried over to the leashed clouded leopard, softly patting his head. Curtis, the criminal in question, smiled happily at his pet purring contentedly.

Curtis: He's a clouded leopard. I stole him from a trashy zoo. It was a crime, but for a good cause. He's as docile as can be, ain't that right, Kenny?

Kenny, the clouded leopard, meowed in a strange way that made Robin giggle.

Robin: Father, can I get one?

Batman: No! Look what you caused!

Curtis: I thought if anyone could handle them, it'd be you guys. Kenny doesn’t bite unless he sees you as a threat... so stand by me.

Robin (talking to Kenny): You could kill someone with ease, but you're so gorgeous. You have my respect.

Kenny meowed, as if thanking Robin for the compliment.

Curtis: Anyway, you can't arrest me, I haven't broken the law yet.

Batman (approaching his son): We need to ask some questions. Robin, stop petting the dangerous cat!

Robin: If he tries to attack me, I will. You interrogate that law-abiding criminal while I question his... dangerous floofers. Now listen here, kitty, tell us where Black Mask is hiding, or I’ll keep giving you head scratches!

Batman sighed, shaking his head, not just at his son’s affection for the clouded leopard, but knowing Damian would start begging for one as a pet soon.

[srisrisriddd]

Leopard Attack - Alligator Fight - Water - Wild Life - Mirage World

Running after mirage foolishly

Living without freedom in slavery

Wandering the world hallucinatory

Witnessing birth death dance tyranny

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[donnyclaws]

Virago

[skrunksthatwunk]

thinking about how eiji's a pole vaulter and how ash talks about eiji "flying" and how eiji's associated with bird imagery and how eiji's free (unlike ash) and how eiji comes in on a plane and leaves on a plane and how ash cannot fly, ash cannot be free, how nyc is ash's prison, and how ash is the leopard who dies climbing the mountain, unable to live at such elevation, how he was trying to reach the sky and be free but was always stuck to the earth, how he chose to die instead of climbing back down, how he chose to die where he could see the sky and hope and freedom almost like a bird with eiji's letter right in front of him rather than letting everything go wrong and ruin it once again, how eiji's a failed pole vaulter anyway, how a bad fall ruined his career and grounded him (physically and emotionally), how it took flying to america and meeting ash and needing to save him and skip for him to try flying again, how he landed hard and harsh and still the thought of that escape compelled ash to protect eiji at all costs because if he could fly that means something to him, even if he doesn't think he can fly, how eiji is the manifestation of his hope and how when he breaks and asks eiji to stay with him a while he folds himself over his legs and weighs him down and traps him and grounds him, how ash fights like hell to keep eiji alive not because he thinks he can be like him (hopeful, flying, innocent), but because he makes him forget the gravity of his situation, and so he can see eiji fly again. how he wants to see him escape. how eiji is a bird and ash is a wildcat and how ash never once saw eiji as prey. how eiji never saw ash as a predator. how it is eiji's naivete that first endears ash to him, how it is his freedom and flight and removal from darkness and his ability to leave that darkness that really roots eiji in ash's blood as something essential to him keeping on living in this hell of nyc. how it is that distance from the violence and that hope for the future that ash chooses to surround himself in as he dies. how ash dies in a dream because he feels more than anything that he can't fly like eiji, that he can never leave. how his violence is a part of him and will be forever, how it weighs him down. how he wants to enjoy the view from the mountainside rather than looking up from the ground below. as if they can both fly. as if he is with him up there and not grounded. eye-to-eye with what he can't have, seeing eiji's homeland: the sky. how he dies trying to reach the top because he couldn't take retreating and trying again. how ash, tired and tired and tired and convinced it will go on forever if he crawls back down the mountain, chooses to close his life deluged in eiji, in eiji's insistence that they can fly together, in eiji's hope for him and for them, in eiji's beautiful dream. how ash dies without trying to realize that dream. how ash, in dying, destroys it.

[0m3n-0f-d3ath]

Once I un-doom him from the narrative the weddings back on!

[leopardsnake-stories]

1/1/2024

She is sixteen when her father comes home smelling of the sea, crowing about his conquest. A seal skin is grasped in his meaty fist.

His trophy, he says.

She is sixteen when her father brings home the strange woman. A silent woman. A woman with long dark hair and a plump, curvaceous body.

She’s still sixteen when the village gossips about her father’s new wife. They all talk about how quiet Sylvia is. Or how lovely she is.

Remy is seventeen when she finds where Sylvia’s seal skin was hidden. It was an accident, but not one she regrets. Remy has watched, over the year, how Sylvia fades away. Remy fears the woman won’t last another.

Remy waits three days before slipping Sylvia and her skin to a secluded beach. Her father has only just left on a days long fishing haul. Sylvia will be long gone by his return.

Sylvia wraps the skin over her naked shoulders. They shake with quiet tears. She pulls Remy close to kiss the girl’s cheek. “You are kind. Do not let him trap you as well.”

Sylvia disappears into the waves. Her husky voice was still ringing in Remy’s ears. It was the first, and last, time Remy heard her speak.

Three days later, her father returns and finds his trophy, Sylvia, gone. He beats Remy as soon as she tells him the truth. She is her mother’s daughter after all.

Remy is only seventeen when her father sells her to an old fishmonger’s son. She is not worth much, her father tells her. She looks far too much like him. She’s thin and tall with too many freckles and too orange hair. But her eyes are so very green. Like emeralds, the son says often.

The comparison curdles her stomach. She doesn't like it. She seethes quietly at how she is only worth the idea of a shiny stone. She is no jewel. She is alive, just as her mother had been.

She prefers trees. A living, breathing thing.

Remy is eighteen when she falls pregnant with the fishmonger's son's child. It makes her ill from the start. It makes it only two months before it is no more.

Its absence leaves her broken. She had not wanted the child, true. But it had been hers.

Remy is nineteen when she leaves the village. The hut she had shared with her husband and his mother is left in a smoldering pile of embers at the edge of the village. Even if she had been capable of regrets, she was too tired to have any.

Instead, she wanders the main road in the direction of the next town over. All she needs is a new start. She won’t be trapped ever again.

[teddybeartoji]

snow leopard!gojo, who pounces on you in the early morning, brushing his nose against yours. he nips at the soft skin of your cheek and then at your earlobe, giggling to himself as you begin to stir under him.

cracking open your eyes, you're met with a giddy big cat. his tail can't stop twirling around – he's just so excited. he bumps his nose into your again with a big grin before pulling back and situating himself onto your lap. he's so cute.

he thinks you're cute, too. all sleepy and comfy and warm. he watches you rub the remaining sleep from your eyes with a yawn and he wiggles his hips on top of you, diverting your attention back to him. he points to the window with way too much enthusiasm and he revels in the way your eyes widen at the sight.

big snowflakes dance in the air and it just looks so beautiful. no wonder why he's so revved up. the light from outside illuminates the whole room and you take the moment to admire him. his pretty crystal-blue eyes are glued to the window; snowflakes swim in the pupils and he's perfect. white hair and white eyelashes, he looks like a proper snow angel. his dark fuzzy ears twitch and a smile makes its way onto your face.

his tail swings by you and you grab onto it gently. it's so soft. you let it swirl around your hand and fingers and now he's staring at you. his lips are so pink and so are his cheeks. and the tip of his nose. he's extremely excited.

so, you usher him off with a laugh, ordering him to put some warm clothes on while you do the same.

he doesn't need as many layers as you do and he thinks you look absolutely adorable all bundled up like that. he fake-bites your nose just before stepping out, making your face scrunch up with a laugh. pulling on your gloves, you rush after him. his eagerness is rubbing off on you, there's no fighting it. he looks so happy and that's making you happy, too.

satoru doesn't waste a second before diving into the snow. he literally dives in head first and you stare at him in shock. his head pops back up and he has the most beautiful smile on his face. he shakes his head like a wet dog, making the snow fly everywhere. his eyes lock onto you and you know what's coming. backing up with a nervous laugh, you try to escape your boyfriend but you can't.

his giggles echo over the street as he tackles you into the ground. soft snow breaks your fall but it doesn't really matter because the only thing you feel right now are the butterflies in your stomach. he's so close. his whole body rests on top of you and it's nothing new; it's ridiculous, how he still has this effect on you. he brushes a few stray hairs from your face and his breath fans over you.

"you're so pretty."

his voice is gentle, the syllables falling from his lips just like the snowflakes outside. slow and full of love, ready to engulf you completely in them. there are stars in his eyes as he stares down at you – dainty flakes adorn his hair and his cheeks are redder than ever. he's perfect.

he presses a quick kiss to your lips and then he's already scrambling off of you, leaving you in the pile with a flustered expression. when you push yourself onto your ass, you see him rolling around in the snow and you can't surpress the loud laugh that creeps up your throat. his head whips towards you and he gives you another bashful grin. your heart feels so full.

satoru is laying down on his stomach and he's wriggling his ass like a real cat. he looks silly (and so fucking cute). his big crystal eyes stare at you over the snow pile and your cheeks hurt from smiling. he plays his part in being a big bad predator and he lunges at you again, proud of the sounds spilling from your lips. you spend another fifteen minutes by running away from him. by throwing snowballs at him. by getting tackled. by laughing so hard that you almost piss yourself. and by getting kissed stupid. he can't keep his hands away from you for more than a minute and you couldn't be any happier.

[quarterlifekitty]

you say circus au…..my brain immediately goes nicole kidman in moulin rouge. i mean, that’s kind of the same thing, right?

I’m gonna be real I did not like that movie (and I also associate it with bad people from a bad part of my life) 😭

I’m begging all my circus enjoyers to watch The Greatest Show on Earth and The 7 Faces of Dr. Lao [warning for old movie racial insensitivity but I’m a Chinese person and I say this one gets a pass]

[karinasbaby]

also black panther jake after snake jake like kill me atp 🤤🤤 -🌷

i will say that black panther jake was birthed in my mind before snake jake .. i was 100% going to write panther jake & post it first but then the concept photos (make) dropped and i saw jake (and i squirted) and i was like omfg he lOOKS LIKE A SNAKE ?? so here we are the snake brain rot was very intense i had no choice . BUT PANTHER JAKE WILL STILL BE COMING that is still my beloved baby !!!

[autumndragon]

me: im gonna write a scene about toothless hunting based on real animal behavior!

me, fifteen minutes later, watching an episode of a nature documentary narrated by david attenborough: what was i doing again