#leopardmom

[roll-a-troll]

Name: Ms. Roxata Folykl Ancestor: The Strength Strife Specibus: pipekind Blood Color and Sign: Jade; Virsces Handle: colorfulCreation Lusus: leopardmom Pronouns: he/him Age: 7 sweeps Interests: metal detecting and sled dog racing Sexuality: nb4nb Class: Knight Land: Land of Breathing and Hazards, an obnoxious place, with empty Wood Turtle consorts. It is a place full of a black desert and whale falls. Adrastea seeks rest. Quirk: swap your v for f via roll-a-troll https://ift.tt/nk05EcU, do as you please

[outsidertrolls]

Jameie, do you have any fun merch for your grubtube channel? Also do you have any sponsors??

"My favorite is the snow leopard sticker, because I love leopardmom. And now it's kinda my brand. The plushies of defunct theme park mascots with Xs for eyes are also a favorite."

>He looks down at his phone like he's reading an ad copy.

"And this ask was brought to you by Raid Shadow Lege---No. I'm sustained mostly by Patreon revenue and my quads. I think Cherry might bite me back if I start accepting awful sponsorships."

[neurotic-symbiotic]

Leopardmom: Find Solace

There were dreams and then there were moments relived and retold through images briefly fluttered through the mind. In this case it seemed all too real to be a dream.

The weight of the satchel around her neck and looped around her sides held a familiar weight. The round, silver canteen bounced and its contents sloshed around inside. Bumping against her left shoulder with every pad of her feet as she followed the sounds of laughter and the nuisances she learned to tolerate.

At the nearing of the forest clearing four trolls, including her own, sparred and played their harmless FLARPing session. A bronze, two gold, a green and her cubling teal. In his piloting getup and the others in their pirates and vagabond gear. Watching from her perch among the trees, lazily her gaze followed them as they replayed the same stories over and over. Just children at play. She was so proud of him, his teal eyes already coming in and he was as sharp as can be.

Like a bludgeoning shadow the first of many Purples stepped out from the trees. And like a scene played in slow motion it was the bronze blood that was given the mercy of first kill. It was quick, none saw it coming as his head was bashed in with a single blow of a spiked club. The horrified screams of the others as they fled only helped the Highbloods follow them.

She barely lunged from her resting spot before a rope was wrapped taunt around her neck and air was choked from her lungs. Screaming in rage as she lost sight of her boy.

He escaped, she thought, she pleaded. Turning her head and baring her teeth, swiping at the assailants that managed to get the drop on her. A pair of purples, their faces smeared with white paint and splattered with numerous other colors that were still drying. But the true horror came in the pitiful wails of her cub.

Turning her attention for just a moment to watch as the yellow bloods and green were being corralled back toward the woods were the first clown sighting had been. And tucked under the arm of a towering beast of a troll was her little one. He was crying out for her and she needed to free him. She needed to-

Waking to the sounds of sobbing and pain filled moans, she looked over her shoulder. There was no longer the comforting weight of the satchel around her shoulders. Instead a rope still tied around her neck and peeking through iron bars of a cage built on wheels. A prisoner alone. Across from her were several more cages. Others filled with creatures and some stuffed with trolls.

And the wind was filled with the smell of blood.

There was no way to pinpoint of which color, the ground was stained all around them. And recognition hit her when the towering flaps of the Circus Tent snapped in the wind and caught her attention. Alarm bells ran in her head and she panicked. Natural instincts told her to escape and flee far from here. A greater instinct told her she needed to find him first.

In one of the many cages she found him, after pacing and studying each rolling cell. He sat among the remainder of his friends. When he noticed her there was an overwhelming sense of relief for just a moment. Then reality set in.

For the next few hours she did all in her power to get herself free. Slamming her body against the bars, breaking two fangs on the metal and mangling her claws as she raked at the wood. Giving up when her body had nothing left to give. The moons setting and the sun starting to rise in the sky.

Then the music started to play. Music that covered up the sounds of torturous screams and boisterous laughter from within the cloth-lined walls of the Clowns personal hell on Alternia. And then she watched, helpless and exhausted, when they came for her boy. Struggling to her feet while they marched them out, small groups at a time, into the tent. Lowbloods, midbloods, a highblood or two. Anything they said fell on deaf ears. Some with empty expressions as they came to term with their fate.

But not her boy, not him. He bite and clawed and cried out for her to save him. How could she abandon him?

Charging the bars of her cage over and over, bones cracking under each blow. Reaching fruitlessly between the unrelenting metal. Their captors's laughter forever etched into her mind. When she couldn't move she screamed and roared and called out for him.

The blazing hot sun was just as merciless as the Juggalo's. The intense heat baking those in the metal cages. She lay there, crawling into the shade when it would come. Tired, lost, hopeless. She remembered finally falling asleep but it was restless and empty. When the sun finally set and the moons rose she woke to hear more of the trolls being dragged away and several of the other beasts brought along with them. Soon she too would be dragged into that darkness like the others.

It was a quiet few hours after sunset. Just the warped music playing from the big top and the whispering of wind whipping through the bars of her cage. And just then her keen ears picked up something more. Muffled but audible to her. Standing up and slowly pacing the small confines of her cell she saw two trolls break through the forest line. Older ones, by the looks of it. Not highblood.

They spoke in hushed voices but she didn't understand. She watched as they fiddled with the lock to her cage and some hope filled her chest. But they were also foreign, not her cub. She would strike if need be but the green one touched her and filled her with a sort of understanding that she recoiled from at first. Their langue, first like nonsensical rattles, became coherent. She understood and she learned.

From there the memories are fuzzy. There was blood and there great pain. The image of her cold and lifeless boy still haunted her. The pain that blossomed in her chest and rolled down her eyes were still fresh. She failed in her duty to protect him. She failed to keep him alive.

When it all became too unbearable she felt two hands on her face. They were warm and loving and wonderful. It was not the red one. It was not the green one. Her boy, skin ghostly pale and eyes a much too light shade of teal, smiled at her. He leaned down to press his forehead against hers, the weight was barely there but she felt it! It was real. She chased the feeling by pressing her face against him harder, her chest rumbling in a deep purr.

"You did good ma." His voice was oddly hallow as if speaking from another room. While he smiled at her his image began to fade.

A sudden loud *thunk* startled her from her dream. Leopardmom's eyes opened and her gaze jumped around the room. It was morning still as she could tell from the faint light filtering through the closed shades. The sound that woke her sounded again and she stood. Lingering parts of the dream still clung to her and for a moment she could still smell him. Her boy had been here, but how?

Padding out of the room that she made her own she followed the troublesome sound that drew her down the hall and toward a small hole in the ceiling. Again the sound but this time she caught the little flash of fur scuttling about. A few minutes of waiting and watching rewarded her with a furry intruder caught in her teeth. Revenge accomplished for the creature that woke her from her dream too soon.

Come.

A voice beckoned her.

"Come." It spoke again. This time it drew her out of the room and toward the window. Tentatively she nudged the blinds open and felt the heat of the sun on her face. Then it was gone. Looking up she saw the towering figure known to those that lived in this hive as Buzzarddad.

Grateful for the cover she continued to follow the invisible coaxing up till she she had climbed up into the treetop along side the much larger and much boner lusus. The nest he called home was built into the trees just above the treehouse. His wing folded outward to give Leopardmom some cool shade to which she happily accepted. Dropping the dead nutbeast and settled down.

Now while the two lusus coexisted they rarely interacted. While nothing was said between them, not a click or a rumble, she knew he was the cause of her dream. She understood that much. In the deep, burning jade eyes of his she wondered what else he could do. Tilting her head to look at him better, wondering if the dream was real. If he had something to do with it. And why all this trouble?

It's lonely up here, was the quiet answer to a silent question.

Quietly leopardmom understood the answer and curled up beneath his thick white plumage. It was just a few more hours till nightfall. They wouldn't miss her too badly. She would offer him company, she owed him that much.

[meowderous]

Dogs steal if there's not something guarding it all the time

[leopardom]

This is silly but I keep reading "leopardom" as "leopardMOM" /o\ Must been all the mpreg and baby talk today :')

omg 💀 yeah i wanna hope that this must be the reason you keep reading it like this 🥲

[luxurynextseason]

Posing while watching him #leopardmom 🤱🏻👼#multitaskingmomma (at Lech Zürs am Arlberg)

[nonbinary-nature-lover-jeri]

Mama Leopard Giving Her Cub a Bath. • • • From my personal collection of animal photos collected over the last 15 years from various online sources. Many of the original photos were very low resolution. I have attempted to increase the quality before sharing them with you. If you recognize these let me know so I can give you credit. • • • #Leopard #LeopardMom #LeopardCub #LeopardMomAndCub #Wildlife

[roll-a-troll]

You're Namaaq Nihkee. You're lime. You masquerade as Indigo; Sagirius is okay enough to hide as. At 31 sweeps, you've made a life for yourself. Once upon a time the idea of Page called to you. You're thank you, you use she/her. Fuck it, you ball. Your leopardmom raised you well as they could. Would you trade your life for anything else? Yes. You're tired of hiding You wish lived just a little longer. When you had the time, you did gingerbread house making, and you loved it, and it kept the time moving, alongside beekeeping.. You've been training very hard at the rifle, and it's begun to pay off.. You use the handle teemingCavalry on facebreak. When you type, you use \ instead of l, out of trained habit. via roll-a-troll https://ift.tt/qvbw0VD, do as you please

[roll-a-troll]

Your name is Cholel Wanshi, Xr.. You use mys/myr/myrs/myrself pronouns, and your blood runs Fuschia; Pirius is your sign. For reasons you cannot define, you feel something of an affinity to the idea of being a Mage. You are 8 sweeps old, and you've an interest in cycling, and dabble in troll word searches- At least, when the mood allows. You were brought up by your somewhat dull lusus, leopardmom, and you aspire to be like your ancestor, The Flagship. If forced to describe your sexuality, you would say gay, and leave it at that.. You've been training very hard at the rifle, it's gonna pay off any day now. You use the handle thirstyGeminiform on pesterchum. When you type, you swap your w for s, but only when you're comfortable. via roll-a-troll https://ift.tt/LJkZnrs, do as you please

[roll-a-troll]

Name: Miss Pythia Doptet Ancestor: The Catholic Strife Specibus: chainsawkind Blood Color and Sign: Bronze; Taurlo Handle: agonizedGallicide Lusus: leopardmom Pronouns: she/her Age: 12 sweeps Interests: construction and babysitting Sexuality: unlabeled Class: Rogue Land: Land of Mirth and Quarts, a lucky place, with smoggy Yellow Bellied Turtle consorts. It is a place full of mirrors and a forest of corpses. Hephaestus slumbers. Quirk: abbreviate whenever possible via roll-a-troll https://ift.tt/b2uRD4f, do as you please

[roll-a-troll]

Name: Xr. Dahlak Países Ancestor: The Pregnant Strife Specibus: tridentkind Blood Color and Sign: Rust; Arittarius Handle: tenuousCircuitry Lusus: leopardmom Pronouns: he/him Age: 8 sweeps Interests: table tennis and hardware Sexuality: lesbian Class: Prince Land: Land of Purgatory and Mirth, an eager place, with dreary Nile Monitor consorts. It is a place full of savanas and tracks. Adrastea lurks in this land's pools. Quirk: USE ALL CAPS via roll-a-troll https://ift.tt/kyd5Jgx, do as you please

[roll-a-troll]

Your name is Menden Canaba, preferred honorific Miss. You use they/them pronouns, and your blood runs Olive; Lega is your sign. You're a Mage, for reasons not yet obvious. You are 12 sweeps old, and you've an interest in triathlon, and dabble in troll gongoozling- At least, when the mood allows. You were brought up by your unusual lusus, leopardmom, and you hope you're never going to become like your ancestor, The Finished. If forced to describe your sexuality, you would say lesbian, and leave it at that. You have marblekind equipped, it's not a big deal. . You use the handle treacherousTorpedo on discord. via roll-a-troll https://ift.tt/1aluiBw, do as you please

[roll-a-troll]

Name: M. Roxata Xigisi Ancestor: The Football Strife Specibus: pepperspraykind Blood Color and Sign: Jade; Virpio Handle: candiedChallenger Lusus: leopardmom Pronouns: ala/alum/alis/alis/alumself and ver/ver/ver/vers/verself Age: 84 sweeps Interests: jet-skiing and comic book collecting Sexuality: yeah. Class: Mage Land: Land of Torment and Heaven, a fierce place, with super Mexican palm-pitviper consorts. It is a place full of bottomless cliffs and creatures only to be heard and not to be seen. Atlas cannot rest. via roll-a-troll https://ift.tt/4MlawVU, do as you please

[roll-a-troll]

Name: Mr. Elwurd Entykk Ancestor: The Abattoir Strife Specibus: fancysantakind Blood Color and Sign: Indigo; Sagiittanius Handle: centaursCartomancer Lusus: leopardmom Pronouns: sho/sher/sherself and she/her and ze/mer/mzer/zers/zemself Age: 12 sweeps Interests: puzzles and literature Sexuality: it's a secret Class: Page Land: Land of Copper and Arches, a gifted place, with famous Crocodile Monitor consorts. It is a place full of scabs and windchimes. Hyperion hungers. via roll-a-troll https://ift.tt/Zrp1sq5, do as you please

[roll-a-troll]

Name: Citizen Glelcl Barzum Ancestor: The Pipeline Strife Specibus: pizzacutterkind Blood Color and Sign: Rust; Arcer Handle: aphroditesCapitalist Lusus: leopardmom Pronouns: she/her gem/gemi Age: 8 sweeps Interests: bullet journaling and automobilism Sexuality: straight Class: Sylph Land: Land of Iron and Teeth, a nutty place, with shame-filled Spitting cobra consorts. It is a place full of floating isles and peeping stones that watch the player. Themis loves this land like his own spawn.. via roll-a-troll https://ift.tt/OjEZ3Pv, do as you please

[outsidertrolls]

Jo, do you have a good relationship with your brother Jameie?? What do you think of who he’s become, what he’s done?

>Joanna looks up with a tiny smile, setting down her equipment.

"Oh, I only really met Jay once when leopardmom brought him home as a grub before I left for boarding school. I've been keeping up with his GrubTube from the beginning though. I was the first person to pledge to his Patreon."

>She smiles as wide as she can, which is almost noticable to a stranger.

"I'm so glad that he's found a job he's so passionate about like I did. I really should reach out to him, see if he wants to meet up. I think Thersa would like him too."