This troper's mother claimed, before I left for study abroad, that if anything happened to me in Europe, she would go Liam Neeson on somebody's ass.

Once, my stepdad found out that someone was threatening my younger brother. It took him two days to tell my mother, because he was afraid of what she might do to the guy when she found out.

This Troper's mother IS this trope. Take it from me, if she feels that either I or one of my siblings is threatened, she WILL make the opposing party back off, no matter what. Her fiancé also counts as a Papa Wolf, in that he's the same way not just with his own kids, but us too. Also, my sister and her husband just might be the next generation, what with their own kid on the way.

This tropers older sister, who is a good deal shorter (and this troper is optimistically speaking 5' 8'') than me and wears glasses or contacts most of the time, terrified two sixth formers at her all girls school who decided that I and a random girl who I barely knew, and while I was friendly to her, not interested in, would be so cute together and started practically stalking me whenever I turned up to the school for a social event. My sister (a sixth former herself) dragged the two off into a corner, where she quietly and politely threatened them with dire punishments while DeathGlaring (a DeathGlare so potent it is referred to as a basilisk glare) them into submission. This was last year and I have been conspicuously left alone since then.

To add to the pile, a Papa Wolf by my father. Back in middle school I had just been dropped off and my dad drove off when a bunch of the high school bullies came by to start trouble. The usual 'lunch money or else' jerkass stuff. Only I didn't have any this time, and I hadn't 'shelled' out last time. So there I am up against the wall and already took one punch to the gut, and the head of the bullies is reaching back for another when he finds himself hauled bodily off the ground and slammed into the wall next to me, as my dad had forgotten to hand me my lunch and had turned around and saw what was happening. Did I mention my father stands 6'7", full-blooded Swed, and while nowadays he looks like Santa Claus, back then he could have been mistaken for a pro-linebacker. Bully tried to scream that my dad was hurting him and yelled for a teacher, and my dad got right in his face and plainly said, and I can clearly remember it, "Say another word out loud, and I will show you the real meaning of the word pain. You try to run when the teachers show up, remember, I have a car, and it's already dented - I just won't care this time how the next 'dent' shows up on it". Ever see a bully held a full foot off the floor wet himself? Its a very enjoyable memory.

This Troper and her best friend are like this towards each other, but more in a brother-sister way. We'll mock each other and take cheap shots, but if anybody else insults the other, they WILL regret it. We've known each other pretty well for our entire lives, and our birthdays are only four days apart.

This troper turns into a Papa Wolf whenever a person insults any of his best friends. Case in point: He once copy-pasted one bully's contact information over an Encyclopedia Dramatica article about some dog killer. Needless to say, that bully got a lifetime's worth of death threats and rickrolls. Moral of the story: If I cannot stop you, i'll get /b/ to do it for me.

This troper's grandma drove off a bear to protect her dog. I am now very scared of her.

Not bragging, but this troper's friend was in trouble because some idiots were trying to drag him into the bathroom and steal his money. It didn't end well for them, I ran into the first one i saw i slammed into him so hard he left the ground for a good 2 seconds, the second one i punched in the stomach and the guy couldn't breathe, and the third one i threw HARD. I am not a violent person, the first day of my 6th grade year i got slapped in the face out of nowhere and didn't do anything, but try to hurt someone who can't fight back and i will show you what a person who was ranked first in ATA's texas weapons division can do when you make me angry.(Disclaimer, this was not an extraordinary feat, these guys were douches.)

For the record, knee replacement surgery involves grinding on the bone. Shooting someone below the waist can't be attempted murder, just armed assault, 1-4 years in prison. Even with a 12 gague shotgun at point blank. You can't anesthesize bone pressure, and even with prosthetics you can never walk nearly as well. I won't elaborate as to the reason, but my wife had to physically prevent me from carrying this out upon a poor slob. I'm really not a man of violence, but everyone has their "defend the family" point.

This troper proved herself to be more of a Sister Bear when she caught some little punk hitting her brother. Didn't even fully register until I literally threw the bastard out onto our front porch and chased him down the street yelling something along the lines of '' "You better run!" ''.

This troper has a few close friends who she's seen go mama bear when they believe one of us is being threatened... admittedly it sometimes backfires as they go mama bear on each other occasionally...

When this troper's German Shepherd chased one of her cat's kittens up a tree, the cat turned around and chased the German Shepherd down the street. Needless to say, the German Shepherd never messed with the kittens again.

This troper's goddaughter refers to her as "the real-life Molly Weasley," as it is generally understood that the troper WILL seriously kill you if you touch her kids. This had a HilarityEnsues effect when the troper went to visit the goddaughter and was introduced to said goddaughter's boyfriend...who admitted he was (quite needlessly, in the end) terrified to meet her. It's worth noting that the troper doesn't actually ''have'' children, just a bunch of younger friends (and an entire church youth group) who call her Mom.

With apologies for being morbid: this troper's girlfriend was discussing 9/11 with her now ex-husband once. He opined (and she concurred) that she might not have made it out ... unless their daughter was with her.

This troper at the age of 13 was short and skinny with little muscle tone. Someone in his class insulted his mother and while he didn't get to do much damage, the insulter being a lot larger and taller, he had to be dragged off afterwards. The teacher didn't even bother to tell him off, merely telling the insulter to shut up and watch his mouth (but more politely).

This troper, who has long (I'm talking since the second grade) been TeamMom to her group of friends, to the point that many of them ''call'' her "Mom", once slapped a bully across the face for pushing a friend into a wall and informed said bully that she would not lay a finger on any of this troper's friends again or there would be dire and physical repercussions. It worked. She has also persistently and threateningly gone after any and all high school jerk jocks dumb enough to harass the geeks and gay kids this troper surrounds herself with, once going so far as to tell a guy from the wrestling team that if he wanted someone to pick on he could beat this troper up and leave her friends alone. Now if only this troper could figure out how to stand up for ''herself''...

Honey, we must've been separated at birth. Normally I can't be bothered to do anything about myself, but you say anything bad about my friends, and You. Are. Toast. I've only been involved in a physical fight once in my life: in the third grade, an older kid was picking on a retarded boy I had taken under my wing. The kid wouldn't leave my friend be, so I punched him in the face. I also verbally emasculated a boy who maltreated my best friend... in front of an entire cafeteria full of people. To thunderous applause. Another ex-boyfriend of same best friend (she has terrible taste in men) would scurry the other way in the hallway when he saw me. I don't understand why he was so scared... I only told him I would remove his fingernails one at a time and serve them as garnishes to his barbecued reproductive organs if he didn't stop harassing her...

Once about two years ago I was in a class with both my best male friend and worst enemy. Said worst enemy happened to remark within earshot of me that she would really like to murder my best friend in a very graphic and disturbing manner. Well, normally I'm scared out of my mind of this girl, but hearing my friend threatened made something in me snap. I pretty much stood up and told her she'd have to do all that stuff she was talking about to me before she'd get within a mile of him.

This troper's family is odd at this. We are legion, and a case of DysfunctionJunction, with schyzowhatever (the thing with the hallucinations and occasional paranoia) being common, among other problems. We fight among ourselves with great passion, but if outsiders try to harm one of us, we instantly unite and go all Sicilian on their arses (no, we're not Italian, nor Mafiosi). Generally the sane part of TheClan are the Mama Bears for the ones with mental illness. And if an outsider ever manages to gain our trust, we turn Mama Bear for said person (more like overprotective psychos, but the intention is good).

This Troper's mother fits this trope. I never told her about classmates and teachers bullying me when I was in elementary, so, she couldn't do anything. When she later found out about it, she was not happy. In seventh grade, some boys verbally sexually harassed me and the teacher refused to do anything about. She went up to the school, got the teacher put on academic probation, made certain I would never be placed in a group with those three boys again, and had a teacher checking in on me every day during that class. She also made sure they knew what would happen if my grade happened to drop because of her visit. Next year, a teacher threatened to kill me if I got gum on her carpet. My mother called her, and the next day the teacher apologised to me, citing that she was wrong to do so. In high school, most of the counselors were incompetent, refusing to help me when I needed. My mother frequently told them off.

Did the above Troper steal my mother? Because that is a very convincing account of my own life story...

Same here. Some of my teachers were even scared of her.

Same, only the order of things is mixed up - the sexually harassment from the three classmates in elementary and the bullying in middle school. Mom knew the whole time ^^

This Troper will never forget her mother verbally smacking down a presumptous doctor who thought her daughter's medical problems were 'all in her head.'

This troper's mother fits this trope to a T. Don't mess with her babies if you don't want to find out what your intestines look like.

This Troper has a real life example. When he was about eight, he was attacked by a feral German Shepherd that had been terrorizing children in the area. His father, a normally calm, quiet fellow, beat it off with a ''baseball bat'' and then ''threatened the Mayor'' until he got animal control to shoot it to death.

My dad. He's made it clear several times that whoever tries to mess with me while I'm with him will expect no less than loss of consciousness (or at best a brutal beating), and I've actually had to restrain him several times so that neither of us get in trouble.

This troper's choir, upon hearing that our instructor's husband had been abusing her for the past few months, turned into son-and-daughter-bears. Said ass-munch hubby showed up to our next concert and found himself face to face with twenty-five very angry music geeks. Especially the alto section leader who usually wouldn't hurt a fly but wanted to kill this guy with her bare hands, the 6-foot, 230-pound tenor who actually calls our instructor "Mom", and the chem major who threatened him with a few very novel uses of chromic acid.

This troper usually ignores bullies and idiots, but if they happen to insult, hurt, or threaten my friends, they will find themselves with my shoe lodged in their ribcage.

Are you me? This Troper has been known to berate those who bully her friends. an incident stands out in her mind where she turned around in the middle of a classroom (choir room, if she'd feeling specific) to tell Libby}} another girl to shut her mouth.

This Troper's younger sister and father went out for errands once. At some point, the worker handling them chewed my sister out. A single menacing glance from our ''very'' heavy, 6'0'' ft. tall father had the guy almost peeing in his pants.

This Troper acts like this with his two best friends... namely, his sister who is like his best friend, and his other best friend who is like his brother. He has always been the "overprotective big brother", and has found that they seem to have protected him just as much...

This Troper had the papa bear version of this happen with his ''retail manager.'' A customer was going to make a US$1,000 purchase, but started belittling my female co-worker for her gender. My manager heard, "GET THE FUCK OUT!!" the purchase never happened either.

This troper wishes he worked at that place. At my job, the customer is ''always'' right, unless documented evidence proves otherwise. This troper fears the day the customers realize they can sue the store for bending the rules at customers' instructions simply by denying they ever gave those instructions.

This troper was walking to the store with her little brother one day when a dog decided to attack. After the dog jumped on her brother, and then bit his hand, this troper, who normally is ''terrified'' of big dogs, starting screaming and chasing the dog down the street, screaming "HOW ''DARE'' YOU BITE MY BROTHER!?" In addition, the troper's step-father can be ''very'' PapaWolf at times. Case in point: this troper was sexually harassed in high school, and nearly got groped in the hallway. When she told her step-father about it, he left three very angry messages on the principal's voicemail, saying things like "I am at ''the end of my rope'' here!" and "And I wanna know just ''how the hell you're running this school!"'' He then said that if the problem wasn't dealt with, come back to him, and ''he'd'' take care of it, by any means nessecary.

This troper witnessed a combination of MamaBear and Nakama when a classmate was telling other classmates that she (the troper) had made out with several people and given one a hickey. One member of her friends found her crying in a corner duing gym class, and, after fetching some of their Nakama, calmed her down and promised "It'll be okay." After class, this troper walked into the locker rooms to see about five or six people cornering the girl, chewing her out and looking ready to kill. After watching them ''very angrily'' tell the girl that she was to stop spreading rumors like that, and even throwing in a few swears, this troper could only manage a quiet "Thanks, you guys..."

People who meet this troper's family for the first time think it's her dad - the big, redbeared Irishman - you shouldn't mess with. In reality, it's her mum - the short, sweet, quiet little housewife - that will bring PAIN to the unfortunate who dares to mess with any of her kids. All the kids the troper grew up with are still afraid of her.

This troper had a fear of crows for years after a childhood mishap of accidentally almost walking into one of their nests and being chased away by the angry-as-hell mother.

The scariest thing this troper saw as child? His mother pissed off because someone had hurt his younger brother. On a related note I tend to react this way whenever kids are hurt.

It took this troper years to realise that this trope... fairly accurately describes me. Not in the sense that when my family is threatened I metamorphose into a mystical giant she-badass with lasers for eyes, but people who screw with my family are in for some very unfortunate surprises. I've never had to escalate into physical violence, but I've always offered. It helps that I occasionally teach children, and though I have no little kids of my own, I forbid anyone else to mess with them.

...Were we separated at birth? The one BerserkButton for me and my entire family is when somebody harms our friends or relatives in ANY WAY. Granted, it's never physical violence that ensues, but This Troper DOES start ranting psychotically. This Troper's rants are VERY SCARY. As in (according to everyone who has witnessed them) HighOctaneNightmareFuel scary. In fact, even after the first (out of several) rants, This Troper stays angry for at least 2 hours, and that's the minimum. Woe betide the subjects of my rage.

One time, ThisTroper witnessed some senior guys picking on (shoving around/verbally harassing) one of her freshman "babies". In all four years they'd known me, I had been very easygoing, so they were too shocked to really react - they didn't seem to actually believe I'd ever get mad enough to ''hit'' one of them, even after it happened. GenreSavvy won out, and they ran off. They were too embarrassed to admit that they got beaten up/scared off by TheQuietOne.

Just five seconds ago, while I was on the NightmareFuel page, this troper's mother said, "They don't mess with MamaBear," in reference to some corporate morons giving her trouble about renewing said troper's medication. Seriously. She's ''still'' ranting, and it is awesome. "And they shouldn't mess with me when I'm out of seltzer and ice cream, besides," she just said.

This troper and her brother useually argue constantly, but when I heard that a boy was bullying my brother...Said boy was so scared of me ''he actually peed himself in the middle of the street.''

Okay, generally I hate younger kids but on my bus we have several elementary kids and for some damn reason I do have a mama bear complex about the whelp. I have threatened my peers on the bus, going so far to tell a bigger and older and stronger anger management girl "If yoou hurt one hair on his head I will beat you to within an inch of your miserable life." Though I do have the horsepower in my wheelchair to back that up some what. I tget teased about this complex of mine becausse I usually hate kids in general. As an extra bonus the kids on my bus are a mafia like group, we protect our own. Said girl in my own example above was new but she quickly learned and became a good friend.

This Tropette is quite a book worm, even at a young age. I also spoke more Spanish than was to be expected from an American 4th grader, so my 4th grade teacher told me I couldn't read in class anymore, unless it was in Spanish, "Because [I] was so smart, I was wasting it just reading." My mother marched in there, and told that teacher that I could read as much as I wanted to, and that she [the teacher] was NEVER to EVER tell another student not to read EVER again, and if my mom found out the teacher did, she would make sure that the principals "fired your ass." Overreaction, yes. Awesome, very yes.

This Non-Troper's boyfriend number two (she's an averted and consentual version of the Unwanted Harem ) Is a Brother Wolf, He foundly rember a time when at School his younger sister was being buillied and he, normaly being Ashmatic and unable to run fast, didn't just run, but bolted over a wall just to punch the stupid little bully and get said bully away from his little sister. Needless to say that sister didn't get bullied in that school again.

Super protectiveness runs in this troper's family. His mom was a superb example. When an earthquake struck, she grabbed this troper's older brothers (then kids) and leaped over furniture to get them to safety. Feats of athleticism this troper's mom, being in her 50's or so, would have thought beyond her. Then there was the time she got a call at work from a frightened voice begging her to come home. Assuming it was one of her kids she did exactly that, only to find it was a practical joke by her daughter's ex-boyfriend. Mom's response to having her MamaBear instincts falsely activated: Scream at the guy as he rode off laughing on his motorcycle that she "hoped he broke his fucking neck." No sooner does he turn the corner then he gets in an accident and exactly that happens (he survived, I'm told). Then there was the time when this troper was little and another kid bit him, Mom put the fear of God into the brat by taking a piece of Styrofoam from a toy and biting ''it'' as if in warning. Her second son, this troper's older brother, inherited/learned enough from her that there is no doubt that, if tested, he would be a fearsome PapaWolf. When this troper niece, age six, came home from a friend's with a mark that looked suspiciously like a burn, he and his sister-in-law were ''relieved'' when it turned out to be ringworm because there was no doubt in our minds that the girl's father would've seriously hurt someone had it been what we thought it was.

Thistropper knows a Hmong exile(a real ProudWarriorRaceGuy back in the old country) who escorted his wife and children through the jungle for three days escaping from the North Vietnamese. As far as he knows none of them ever had the misfortune to catch up. Even Communists don't deserve that.

Dude, that sounds like a CrowningMomentOfAwesome to me...

This Troper's Mom ''and'' Dad are both very overprotective. For example, when one of this Troper's teachers was a real prick who always picked on her and one day went so far she cried: #QUOTE# '''Mom:''' If you ever get upset again, honey, just tell Mommy and I'll go beat the bad guy up, okay? #QUOTE# '''Dad:''' If he ever make you cry again I swear I'll go over there with dynamite and make the whole damn instituition blow up!!!!!

Both of this troper's parents. For the three of us especially, but for pretty much any kid if they thought it necessary. My normaly softspoken and slightly timid mother frequently took on very nasty teachers and principles who almost seemed to get high off of getting in her way. She won. She thought of herself as a mother tiger. Dad's CrowningMomentOfAwesome was when he went on a one man crusade that resulted in an overhaul of the Texas Little league.

It's hereditary too. My family's full of them, but the two most memorable are Dad's mother who went from being literally too shy to talk to winning an argument with a nun. Anyone who's gone to catholic school knows what a feat that is. A cousin on mom's side held up a '''TRACTOR''' long enough for his son to be pulled out from under it. Or was it a train car? I can never remember which.

This troper has noticed that her school's cross-country coach plays the Papa Wolf part for her friend, whose actual father is rather noticeably estranged and cold to her. This troper has seen the coach and the dad interact before, and while dear ol' daddy doesn't seem to have much opinion about Coach, Coach quite openly dislikes him and has alluded to the fact that he acts more like a father than the actual dad does. My friend doesn't really know what to make of it.

This troper had a papa wolf moment. He saw that his girlfriend was getting mugged, so he threw a baseball that knocked the knife out of the thief's hand. Then he procceeded to beat the shit out of the mugger with a trash can. All this from a guy who lost fights to his younger siblings on a regular basis.

"I'm battin' a thousand! C'mon sis, let's get outa hea."

This troper's parents separated when he was eight, and has no brothers, so he's very protective of his sisters and his mother. One of his classmates made the mistake of insulting the parenting abilities of his mother. This troper is pretty much never angry, but God help you if you insult his family. The bully left a dent in a nearby locker. No one has dared insult his family since Similarly, this troper has invoked ToThePain to those who have threatened his closest friend, who he sees as a little sister.

This troper used to have a math teacher who constantly used my work as an example of what not to do in class. Said teacher once showed my test scores to the class as an example of the "lowest grade [he] had ever given". When my mother (a college professor) found out, she went to a parent teacher conference with me and told him "It's come to my attention that your daughter is in my class. If you continue picking on my kid, I'll give you a choice: I submit the records of what you've been doing to the Family Educational Rights and Privacy Act committee and get you fired, or I'll do the same thing to your daughter that you've been doing to mine."

This troper has an older brother who definitely qualifies for a Brother Wolf. When he found out I was being picked on at school, he stormed right in there and told that jerkass out in calm, cool TranquilFury: If he didn't leave me alone, he would be sticking headfirst through that wall wondering what the hell happened. Let's just say that bully never so much as looked at me again.

This troper had this happen from his mother plenty of times, ''especially'' when he realised he had been had by his (now ex-) girlfriend (she revealed to him ''after'' the act was done and after a condom broke that she had an incurable STD - namely hepatitis C). Thankfully, three months later, a blood test revealed that this troper dodged the bullet and didn't contract the disease. ''Boy'', did my mother verbally castigate my ex! I thought my mother was being a Smother at first, but then I realise she probably saved my neck.

This Troper went into Mama Bear mode while working at [=McDonald's=] once: One of my customers yelled at a four-year-old (not his, or related to him in any way) for, of all things, touching his tray by mistake. I found the customer in the lobby and yelled, "YOU MADE THAT BOY CRY! DID YOUR DICK JUST GROW AN INCH?" to nothing but a shocked silence throughout the entire restaurant. Please note that This Troper is five feet tall in shoes, and the guy I yelled at was at least 6'6" and easily over 250 lbs. Also, that the sumbitch hurried out of there about as quickly as I've ever seen anybody move, with everyone glaring at him. Easily the single greatest moment of my life to date.

This Troper witnessed an amazing "Daughter Bear" moment in the gym he used to frequent. There was this tiny woman, probably 4'9 with sight problems, and her daughter 5'0. Said woman had problems with another steroid pumped woman, who one day attacked her. Seconds after the whole thing started, the daughter tackled the steroid woman and started beating her up, all while screaming to the top of her longs "NEVER.TOUCH.MY.MOTHER.AGAIN.BITCH". Three instructors were needed to separate her from the woman, who ended up with a broken nose and an almost fractured jaw.

My brother is a Bear-type (6'3 feet, basically a human brickwall), who will make you run if you ever bully or try to hit on his sister. I remember a case, where some slimy Casanova tried to seduce me, with bad results. As the creep was about few inches from me, my brother grabbed him by the front of his shirt and made it ''very'' clear, that if he tries... to get physical against my will he'll be send to the hospital ''if he is lucky''. And if the creep wouldn't be lucky...no points from guessing where he would end up. Needless to say that the guy never laid an eye on me later that evening.

This Troper's older brother went full on Brother Bear when he found out a high school boy hit me in 7th grade. He waited outside of my Junior High school for 2hours everyday for a week waiting for this kid. My mom had to remind him of the possibilty of jail to get him to stop. That boy was never heard from again. #QUOTE#This came from my own Mama Bear moment when said kid was trying to forcefully get a date from my best friend. He was 16, we were 13, and he was dating another one of our friends. I held him back so that she could escape, hence him following me home and my brother wanting to go every kind of crazy on his ass.

Never, ever, EVER, mess with This Troper's family or friends. EVER. She has a Mama Bear who may be small and crippled with severe rheumathism, but she WILL tear you apart if you try to hurt her babies. And she won't even have to raise her voice, she'll have you peeing your pants by speaking softly. This troper's papa? A Papa Wolf with a badge. You. Do not. Mess. With his kids. Because if you do, you'll have a 6'4", 250-pound ex-military brickwall of unstoppable rage coming at you fast. Also, this troper is the Mama Bear of her group. This troper's twin is a Papa Wolf in his own right. They can combine forces if need be.

My wife, who is a social worker, was once threatened badly by a client at her office. He had found out her address, too. For the next few weeks, I -- a nearsighted and chubby white-collar worker who has not fought anyone since primary school -- escorted my wife to and from the office every day, always carrying an aluminium crutch. (It looks innocent, but is a useful cudgel.) That client spotted us once or twice, but stayed away.

This Troper has only been in one actual fistfight. It was in 8th grade and another student had been bullying other students, among other other things. He was able to put up with it when such things were directed at him, but once the bully messed with one of his few friends directly in front of him... well, seperating him from the bully took a total of four people and took a good twenty minutes.

This troper is a most definite Daughter Bear. I once chased down and beat up an art classmate in high school for just suggesting my mother was ugly. In a less confrontational moment, I once made a video response on You Tube (now taken down) where I flipped off a video of a protester who said Catholics (and ergo, my father) were going to hell (my father and I have a relationship with a very {{Well Done Son Guy}} vibe for the most part, so this was a gesture that even surprised me).

I do believe by best friends mother counts. A four star general, let me repeat, FOUR STAR General told her the her baby was the ugliest baby he had ever seen. She punched him out.

My younger brother has Asperger's. Because he acts weird and is over 6 feet, 200 pounds, some neophytes at a homeschool co-op were frightened of him and pressured the board to expel him. Nobody would tell me details, which frustrated me no end, and after I unloaded frustration and tears on an older friend, he, a retired Marine, offered to come with me to the co-op, find out who was attacking my family, and verbally chew them out or hospitalize them--my choice. I seriously considered it, but decided it would do more harm than good.

This troper was bullied for 3 years in high school. I mean, heavily bullied. Then his little sister got into high school, and the chief bully though it would be a good idea to pick on the rest of the family too. Well, to put it simply, five minutes later that fucker was inside a trash can trying to figure what the hell had happened. After that, I didn't see his lackeys hanging around him anymore, nor did he had the balls to even ''look at me'' in the following three years... although he tried to take me to the principal the morning after the incident accusing ''me'' of bullying ''him''. Good luck the principal wasn't that stupid.

This Troper considers one of her friends to be like this, although (thankfully) has never had to act on them. Although This Troper DID have a Mama Bear moment last year. Last year there was a massive falling out between two members of our Nakama (over a freakin' BOX), and the situation steadily went downhill from there, and eventually the person who started the whole incident made a couple of nasty comments to This Troper, (one of them being a pretty cheap stab at This Troper's choice of spreading out her final year over two years), eventually it came to the end of school celebrations, and one member of my Nakama tried to patch things up by asking the person to end things on a happier note, instead of just ignoring us. The person pretty much threw it all into my friend's face and accused her of saying stuff that she never did (I know this person quite well, what she was accused of saying was OOC for her, she'd NEVER say that. Although it wasn't helped that the person pretty much hated my friend since they first met). Anyway the person left and told the teacher that was in charge of the senior students that my friend was harassing her so my friend got in trouble and was told to 'giver her some space' which she had been doing for the last FIVE MONTHS! When The Troper found my friend in tears, I was PISSED. When said person who made my cry walked past, it took two people - the friend who was wrongly accused, and one of the guys in my year level - to physically restrain me, and they had some trouble as well. Quite impressive considering that This Troper is only around 160cm tall give or take, and only weighs around 45kg and could pass for a 14 year old. You don't fuck with my friends.

My dad is a peaceful man, who prefers to think before he acts and doesn't do excessive emoting. Fellow tropers will already realize, therefore... one does not fuck with his kids. I still recall the time he calmly explained to the kid that slammed a door on my hand that the apology and promise that it ended here had better be earnest, because if it was merely because the guy's mother was making him and he came after me again, there would be no third incident. My sister is a DeadpanSnarker {{Tsundere}}. Do not hurt my nieces.

This troper's mother is almost at the level of Cersei Lannister. Smart, manipulative, knows how to work a person's heart, and wants to make sure I get to where I want in life. I could even be mistaken for Cersei's brat when I was twelve...and I desperately want to forget ever having any similarities to THAT bastard.

This troper was born to two military parents, and raised on military bases. One would think this warning enough. Hint: Do NOT tell a military mother that she can't teach her daughter to defend herself. And do NOT keep a military brat after school for two hours without telling anyone. My parents are calm, they are kind, they are polite, they have gotten three teachers fired, two principals fired, one social worker fired, and put the fear of our family into a Colorado school district and a German hospital. And this badass is genetic. This troper is known for being calm and nonconfrontational, but when some brat that had been making fun of her boifriend all year made hir cry... Her lunging was what finally got security to pay attention, and she was dragged to the office with her nails still in the boy's arm as she yelled about how he was 'going down with' her. This was followed up two years later with a boy insulting her in front of her little sister. That poor, poor boy...

This troper mama has told him that her mama was a mama bear.

This Troper has born witness to the wrath of Mama Bear on several occasions. The most noteworthy of which was when, in the fifth grade, an incident involving poorly-maintained playground equipment sent her to the ER with a broken wrist. The elementary school principal then had the nerve to tell her mother that the school was not obligated to cover her medical bill because, and I quote, "It's not the school's fault she's so much bigger than her classmates." While this Troper didn't have the fortune of witnessing the verbal beatdown that followed, she knows that the school paid up ''in full'', and the principal treated her with much, much more respect from that point onward.

Another incident that this Troper vividly recalls was when one of the neighborhood bullies shot her younger brother in the arm with a BB gun. Troper's mom saw this, came tearing out the kitchen door like a proverbial bat out of Hell, yanked a switch off the nearest tree and proceeded to chase the little bastard ''all the way back to his house'' a block and a half away, whipping at his heels and shrieking like a banshee the whole time. When the brat's mother came to the door to see what was going on, ''she'' got screamed at, too, for not keeping her son in check, along with threats of calling the cops if he came anywhere near TM's kids again. Needless to say, he didn't cause any more problems.

You do not insult, harass, or otherwise bother this Troper's friends, especially about weight, appearance, and money, or she will punch you in the face or kick you in "a painful manner". It has happened before.

When this Tropers mother found out she was being picked on by the kids from the Home up the street, she told her to just ignore them. But when she found out one of the bullies had run her daughter over after she stuck up for a little girl that they were throwing rocks at, Tropers mother went into full Mamma Bear mode. She marched up to the Home, and screamed bloody murder at the staff, before dragging the kid back to our house to apologise, before threatening him with several of my fathers guns. The guy nearly wet himself in fright, and up untill he moved away from our area, he always crossed the road if he had to walk past our house.

This Troper has been the TeamMom since she was in first grade, and has a long and proud history of getting medieval on the asses of those who mess with her friends. But the MostTriumphantExamples are probably in middle school when a guy called a very close friend of her's, who happens to be gay, a "faggot," and this troper calmly walked up to him and beat the crap out of him. Despite the fact that he was over six foot and 200 pounds, and this troper is 5' and has never weighed more than 95 pounds. The other being when she was 8 and her cousin made his little sister cry. Two seconds later he was bodily thrown into a cooler full of half-melted ice, face first, and shut in it. He's twice This Troper's size now and just started hunting, and he's still scared of running afoul of her.

This troper is usually a very laid back gentle giant, but the second somebody messes with his close friends, they learn the very hard way that not all big guys are slow. Also, if you go after this troper's FAMILY....the results are not pretty.

This troper's MamaBear incident is actually a little odd, when she thinks about it, since she was defending a fictional character of sorts (trope will continue in first person). It was my senior year of high school and we had 'seminars' instead of a health or gym class. This one seminar was a group of kids our age role-playing different scenarios. After each scenario was done, they'd come out and answer any questions we had, while they were still in character. This particular scenario happened to be about someone finding out that their sister was a lesbian, then basically disowning them because of this fact. I am fiercely loyal to my family and situations like this piss me off to no end; so I raised my hand and said "You disowned your sister merely because she's different from you? And yet you claim to love her. How SHALLOW can you get?!". I got a standing ovation from the entire senior class.

Ask this troper's friends about her relationship with her primary, and they'll agree: she's the tough one, the aggressive one, the fighter, the athlete. He's shy, quiet, reserved, a scholar, a geek. The ones who saw what happened at a bar when a stranger got a bit handsy with the troper have revised their assessment, and the primary's not allowed in that bar any more.

This troper had always seen her father as the quieter, more laid back of her two parents. This opinion was changed when I was moving back in from a room mate situation gone wrong. My parents and I had gone to get my stuff and found a note saying we couldn't on the door (which we ignored) and started to get my stuff. When the room mate came home, he threw a big hissy fit and threaten to call the police while getting in my face. Cue my father, who I swear was in the back room, appearing out of no where and verbally laying the smack down on the roommate, daring him to call the police, yelling at him to get out of my face and saying that we were getting my stuff and leaving. The look on my ex-room mate's face was PRICELESS!

This Troper has learned from experience that Papa Goats can be protective of their kids. They have horns for a reason. In my defense, I wasn't trying to hurt the kid, I just wanted to pet it. (Aw, li'l baby goat! C'mere, li'l baby goat! AAARGH!) This Troper also witnessed a pair of geese (a goose and a gander?) become fiercely protective of their goslings. Yes, you may throw them bread crumbs. No, you may not touch them.

This Troper had a Mama Bear moment when she was 8 in the name of her 5 year old brother. On the bus, a 12th grader was gently tossing him up and down, and accidentally hit her brother's head on the roof. This Troper marched down there, sent her brother back to our best friend at the front and threatened holy hell on a guy just over twice her height. On being told that he'd come in the night and kill all her family because he was a vampire, she told him she was a witch and would curse him so hard he'd die on the spot. Mess with my family will you!

This Troper heard about a teacher in his school having a MamaBear moment. Her class was mostly made of immigrants (in which country this happened and who the immigrants were DOES NOT matter). Another teacher (male) didn't quite like these immigrants, and made sure they all know that. One day he went too far and a girl ran out of the class crying. The MamaBear teacher saw her running in the hallway and asked her what's wrong. What ensued can be described as a moment of ultimate Badassery since the MamaBear charged in to the classroom while the other teacher was insulting yet another immigrant girl and pummeled him into oblivion in her Crowning Moment of Awesome.

This Troper's aunt used to work in the. One time during night shift a large man, I can't recall whether he had a slight injury or was there on behalf of another person, began harassing the ER staff and other patients in the waiting room. My aunt, who is 5'2" and reedy, was in the back of the office filing, and said in a clear voice, "Sir, if you don't sit down I will make you sit down and I'll stitch your lips shut!" Her head was down so he couldn't see her, so he probably thought it was the voice of God or something. "Really?" "Yes, I will!" He went back to his chair and sat, knees together, hands on knees, meek as a kitten.

This troper's brother is rather boisterous. So when he comes back, complaining that he was bullied by 2 of his classmates, this troper was surprised. He paid a visit to his brother's school the next day and asked his brother to point out the bullies. They didn't expect someone 8 years older than them to grab them by the collar and drag them across the school.

Mira-chan heard about how her older sister, as a toddler who was too small for a seatbelt, once crashed into the dashboard because of a reckless driver who cut right in front of our mom. Mom promptly chased said driver madly and then stepped out of her car to land a punch on his nose. Which broke. Bloodily.

TagTeam Family-Bear for my younger sister and I. Our mother is morbidly obese, had a benign brain tumor removed, suffered permanent knee damage falling down a flight of stairs, and has to walk everywhere with a cane. And God help anyone outside the family who makes fun of her for any of them. She is a very kind and funny woman who has been the best mother I could ever imagine. Anyway...Several years ago, my parents and younger sister and I were at some kind of event. While Dad was browsing some of the vendors wares, Mom decided to rest her legs and take a seat. The plastic chair she sat in broke near-instantaneously. Dad was not aware of this. Mom, who has always been a bit weepy, had started to cry from the embarrassment of the situation. My sister and I tried to comfort her. A passerby, a muscular man in his late 20's, made a rather cruel remark at our mother's expense. The remark, if memory serves, was "Instead of crying about it, how bout you lose some weight fatass." Enraged, my sister and I flew at the man and began pummeling and scratching every bit of him we could reach. Bystanders were too stunned to react (so was Mom). It was about this time Dad returned. He pulled us off the man, and very calmly asked for an explanation. Crying ourselves, we explained what the man had done. Solemnly, Dad nodded and turned back to the man and asked if this was true. The man agreed. Again, Dad nodded, as though processing the information. Then, he sucker-punched the man. While the asshole was lying stunned on the ground, Dad told him to count himself lucky that he hadn't been there at the time. The man, bruised and bloody, fled while he had the chance. We then went out for ice cream. Our ages at the time: 9 and 7, respectively. NO ONE talks down to my mother and gets away with it.

This Troper has a younger brother and sister that she is 6 and 8 years older than, respectively. While this Troper helped raise them, and it is rather expected for this troper and her brother to be Mama and Brother Bears to the youngest, the youngest seems to be the fiercest Mama Bear of them all. One example was when this troper's baby sister was in elementary school (1st or 2nd grade) and Dad had to be called to the Principal's office because baby sister had been repeatedly beating up much older and bigger boys using Taekwondo for (what else?) being mean and picking on her shy and quiet friends. As this troper's sister stated in her defense, "They were asking for it! No one picks on my friends!" The second example still makes this troper's eyes misty; when this troper's long time (now ex) fiance had been cheating on her and it ended the wedding plans, baby sister (then 16ish) tried to gain retribution through severe bodily harm to the (then 24) cheating bastard if she "ever crossed his path again." And this troper's baby sister is barely 5' tall and weighs maybe 110 lbs wet, but no one questioned her ability.

This Troper knew a family with two sons and a rescued female pitbull, easily the sweetest beast on four paws. Not always that bright, but lovable and gentle. Until the boys started wrestling, like boys do. No matter who started the fight, she would always take the younger one's side, growling and barking like crazy at the older boy, even grabbing him by the seat of the pants when he got too rough.

This Troper's father was always a very gentle man, being very much a flowerchild who never really left the 60's. He was a firm believer in non-violence, and took great pains to raise my brother, myself, and my half-sister to be the same. However, he was also a 6'4'' Sasquatch of a man who in addition to being lead singer and songwriter for his band, also acted as roadie, and perfectly willing to give in to his more violent feelings when his children were threatened. One incident that comes to mind happened when I was in middle school, when I was attacked by a classmate for being "a fucking freak". My father then went to the boy's home, where he was playing basketball in the yard, grabbed him by the back of his shirt, and lifted him completely off the ground, and hauled him to where his parents were. He then proceeded to explain, very calmly, that he knew where the kid lived, and their son was NOT to come near me ever again. I later learned that there were a string of very similar incidents in my father's past, mostly having to do with either his band mates or his younger cousins being threatened. Amongst his circle of friends, he was often referred to as "Mom".

My Mum is like this for me, being her only child. Once, while playing by myself in a park not far from where we lived while staying in another country, I broke my nose, and screamed. Somehow, from inside our apartment on the third floor, she HEARD me, and ran down three flights of stairs and got to me within about two minutes, and carried me all the way back up to the apartment. I was a tall, overweight eight year old and she was an out of shape woman in her forties, but she was superwoman that day.

Same Troper, and, additionally, the only cool thing about my Grandparents was when they were like this for my mother. My mother was brought up in the '50s and '60s when teachers could still hit kids, and, in about third grade, a teacher hit her with a ruler for making spelling mistakes or something. The second they found out about this, her parents marched right up to the school and confronted the teacher for hitting her like that. The teacher never hit her (or, to my knowledge, anyone else) ever again.

This Troper earned her Mama Bear tendencies from her own mother. A {{DeadpanSnarker}} standing at 5', she would come to my rescue throughout my childhood, even if the bullies were related to us. As an example, one of my male cousins from her side of the family decided it'd be great to dump dog shit over my head at a get together. The moment she found out, mom bolted out of the house and proceeded to verbally rip into him while HIS mother tended to me. I got free holographic Pokemon cards out of that deal.

Come high school, though, mom began teaching me the Way of the Snarking Bear. A {{Kuudere}} standing at 5'9", anyone who messed with my two (disabled) younger brothers, my few close friends throughout high school, or even anyone I befriended online wouldn't come out of it unscathed. The best example was one that resulted in respect and a vow of silence from everyone present. After our teacher was called out of the class for a moment, a girl started harassing one of my gay friends. Rather than sit by and allow him to get verbally assaulted, I went from Antisocial Quiet Girl to Mama Bear in ten seconds flat. A scuffle ensued, which resulted in a shiner and some missing hair on my end, with a bloody nose, a split lip, and the wind being knocked on hers. Everyone in the classroom was simultaneously stunned and impressed, which resulted in no one telling the teacher what happened when the girl wasn't there when he came back and I had a black eye developing.

This Troper's surrogate mother (technical grandmother). She was a short old lady who smelled of peppermint and not in the least bit threatening. But if you somehow do something to any of her children (or grandchildren)...She becomes the enbodiment of TranquilFury. She won't pull a Molly Weasley... she won't shout... she will just quietly instil fear into your heart.

I don't know who was more scared: me seeing my mom transform into a fury or the guys she pushed of their bikes and shouted at after bullying me.

This tropette was once dragged out of her classroom by her 2nd grade teacher. Apparently the teacher though that I cut some of a boy's hair and got pissed. She called my parents and pulled me outside by the collar of my shirt. She then stopped right next to the car and proceeded to shout at me and shake me simultaneously, making me start to sob and almost piss myself. If it weren't for my dad holding my mum back, my mum would have jumped outside the car and beaten the woman to within an inch of her life.

This troper's father can go PapaWolf for his children, ''against'' his ''other'' children! Two examples; once Troper's Older Brother jumped on Youngest Brother from the top of the stairs--on purpose. Older Brother is TheBigGuy, lifts weights...Youngest Brother was five at the time. Father tended to Youngest Brother's wounds, then charged right over to Oldest Brother and flung him to the ground, screaming that he could have easily killed Youngest Brother, and that if he ''had''...'''"I'd break every damn bone in your miserable BODY!"''' Later, after several years of violence towards our younger siblings (five, seven, and eight), Older Brother turned 18 and moved out. After punching younger siblings several times, enough to badly hurt them, he gloated that since he was a free man, Father couldn't punish him. Father ended up calling Brother at his new house, explaining in a calm and chilling voice, that if he came near his children again, he would slap his oldest son with an assault lawsuit so fast he wouldn't know what had happened.

I have Polyamourous parents, and ALL SIX of my 'moms' are like this. HSQ, anybody?

This troper's dad is known for being extremely laid-back and avoiding confrontation if at all possible. Add her mother's sudden religious phase and the story of Abraham and Isaac, and a much younger troper found herself confused and worried. When she asked her dad what he would do if God ever asked him to sacrifice his children, her dad said (in less polite terms), "I'd tell God that He can stick it in His ear."

This is kind of an odd example. My family used to have a German shepherd, whom we picked when she was a puppy specifically because she seemed more calm and sweet than her siblings. She got along with everyone and hardly even barked at other dogs. She even got along with our kitten, to the point where they would share her bed at night. We live near the woods, so our cats are outdoor cats. One night, our cat was out late, so we left our sliding door open a crack for her to come back inside. In the middle of the night, I woke up to hear our German shepherd snarling and racing across the floor downstairs, and by the time I got down there to see what the problem was, she had shoved her way out the door and run into the woods. It turns out there was a coyote out there that night, and it had attacked our cat, who unfortunately didn't survive. The amazing thing was that it didn't kill her in the woods. The next morning, we found that our cat had made it all the way back to our garage and crawled inside before she died, so she could be at home. I don't think she would have been able to make it that far if our dog hadn't run out there to chase the coyote off.

I even managed to share a double Mama Bear moment with this dog later on. When my younger sister and I were little, we went out sledding on the hill in front of our house. Some punk kids started throwing snowballs at my sister, and our dog started running out of our house to defend her. The kids then started throwing snowballs at my dog, prompting me to throw snowballs in their faces and shove them down the hill.

My sister is three years younger than I am and probably has twice my muscle mass and extensive martial arts training. She could probably hand my ass to me on a china plate before I even know what hit me. However, when we were little kids, she was shy, softspoken and particularly clumsy, making her a target for all kinds of bullying and general misfortune. Whenever we were together, I frequently had to save her from snapping turtles, large waves at the beach and broken glass. One day I found myself defending her from a neighborhood boy at our bus stop. He kept picking on her and pulling on the hood of her jacket to make her fall over, and neither the group of our peers ''nor their watching parents'' did anything to stop him. Several of the parents thought it was cute that he obviously had a crush on her and was therefore tormenting her. I quickly took matters into my own hands by shoving him into a very frozen snowbank and putting ice on his ears and down his shirt, mixing verbal threats and throwing him around a little by his coat. Some parents did have to separate us, but they stopped laughing about it after that and kept him away from my sister.

Despite the fact that this troper and his sister argue a lot, we also care about each other a lot. One time when two assholes were bothering this troper, she got her and her friends to corner them and to tell them to stop. They stopped bothering this troper for the rest of the year. When another group was bothering him, she threatened to go up to them and to shut them up. From this troper's eyes, his sister is a true Mama Bear in the making.

This troper has a co-worker who is usually (on the clock, anyway) a mild-mannered librarian who can deal with the biggest jerks without raising an eyebrow -- so long as they're only rude to her. If the jerk messes with any of the rest of us, said co-worker will verbally hand him/her his ass and get him permabanned (after making him apologize). Don't mess with the mama librarian.

One of the officers in my ''WorldOfWarcraft'' guild is this down to the letter. She's very motherly to everyone and one of the nicest people you'll ever meet. I was talking once about how I always want her Paladin to heal my Death Knight when I tank instances because she doesn't let me die and she said, "I take care of my boys." If you do anything to one of her friends, you should probably turn in the other direction and get out of the way very fast.

This tropers had a friend who had a Labrador with puppies. They lived right next to a busy road. Once the gates were unlocked and one of the puppies pushed thourgh and wandered onto the path. The Labrador rushed towards her puppy a dragged it back inside the house.

I've always been the geeky, shy kid. I can take a lot of crap, but when it gets too much, you better run. My father is a military veteran who worked both on the front lines and as one of those "i cant tell you or i'd have to kill you" people. My mother is a usually quiet woman who doesn't say much to anyone outside of her own family and is generally in good humor. My sister is a DeadpanSnarker who would never, EVER let anyone harm me. And they're all the embodiment of this trope. Here are a few examples.

When I was in kindergarten I got sent to the principal's office for something stupid, throwing bark I think. The principal then ''told my parents that he was a worthless child and would never amount to anything in life''. Although this troper didn't get to hear that particular conversation, he finds it worth mention that within the week the principal was fired and a new, much better one was instituted in her place.

Later on in Middle School, I was again being bothered by a member of the teaching staff. I got in trouble for talking in class, apparently, and was sentenced to either come early to school and serve detention for two days(something impossible for my ride to pull off), or use my final period of the day (the 'fun' classes) to serve this detention time in ISS. So I elected to take the ISS time, of course. I attended the first two days and got through it without issue, and attended my PE class the third day. On the way to the bathroom (there wasn't one inside the gym), the ISS teacher saw me walk past her door and forced me to come inside the class, telling me that anyone who entered her room instantly got five days. I got pissed off and told her i refused to do it, and she took me to the principal's office and called my parents. She only managed to get a hold of my mother, who took me home instantly, telling the vice principal (the principal was out that day) very calmly that "We will resolve this tomorrow morning with the person in charge. You make sure that ''woman'' is here." Though I was in class at that time, from what i've heard afterwards, my father went on a TIRADE resulting in that teacher never looking at me again, and even taking different routes to avoid me in the hallway.

This third story involves myself being a Grandson Wolf during seventh grade. One of the school bullies thought it was a good idea to make jokes about my recently-deceased grandmother, who died from a doctor's mistake during a routine operation. He had overheard me telling a few friends and said to me, "Well maybe if you could afford better doctors she'd still be here." I attacked him instantly (this being in the middle of a crowded lunchroom with every teacher on the hallway monitoring it), screaming obscenities and even beating him with my own shoe when it came off during the scuffle. It took several teachers to seperate us, but he didn't speak to me for the rest of the year. Now he's finally made it to my highschool (a year behind, presumably he failed seventh grade) and STILL avoids me.

I myself am a PapaWolf of sorts now. Even to my online friends (who i have never met in real life), i chewed out an enemy of ours on WorldofWarcraft which has resulted in his own guild disbanding while ours thrives. My friend (who happens to be the Guild Master) is one for me, despite several peoples' requests to remove me from the guild.

My final of these many stories is one I would prefer to keep under wraps, but has travelled far and wide. In Middle School, a certain bully picked on me specifically and over the entire year. On the second to last day of school, He pushed me too far when he told me that he would come to my family's house and kill them. I got up in his face, and told him from a creepy monotoneinto a growing fury, "You think you're a big shot. You've been pushing me around and you think you can get away with whatever you say to me and I won't do anything about it. Listen to me, because I'm only going to say this to you once; you can push me around all you like. Tease me, insult me, ruin my life, cause me bodily harm, destroy my reputation. But if you ever, ''ever'' threaten my family, I will personally rip you apart. I will put you in the hospital and ''if'' you get out you will shit yourself every time you come near me. Because you don't ''FUCK WITH MY GODDAMN FAMILY''. At this point, I was in an Unstoppable Rage, and the idiot had the gall to push me into a table. I threw my entire being at him, pulling out all stops, throwing various objects (including several chairs) at him and kicking him directly in the face. Even when i slipped and fell I kept fighting him, and brought him down with me. It took four teachers to pull us apart, and we were both suspended for the final day of the year. I proceeded to the high school most kids in that school went to, and so did he...but to this day, he has not once talked, looked at, or even been near me. He and his crowd have stayed far, far, far away from myself and my friends, and avoid picking on any of them or me. This story has gone to everyone in the school, and nobody has even talked down to me, much less tried to pick a fight. They actually fear me, which i find ironic considering i'm the nerdy fat kid of my group. It helps that they think i'm insane.

This troper hates violence and is generally a person that gets along with everyone; but do not SCREW with my younger sister. This troper will KINDLY kick your ass with a smile. That is mostly likely the reason that my sister's ex wont come to town anymore..the last time he was here I beat him into a wall for making her FROWN...and now he's gone and broke up with her over text message..He BETTER STAY AWAY. I can LIVE WITH going to jail. DO. NOT.MESS.WITH.MY.SISTER!!

This was mentioned already on the tales for Full Frontal Assault, but it counts for here too...In summer, the only ones who wear clothes to bed are the littler kids--this female troper, her older brother, and her parents tend to sleep in the buff. On the ''really'' hot nights, we sleep above the covers. One night, troper woke up from a noise, looked up, and saw a neighbor boy standing on the roof outside, looking into her window. He had a full view of troper's naked body. Troper freaked out, screamed, and it woke up her father...who came charging into the room, completely naked, saw what she was screaming about and ran to the window, giving neighbor a good look at his burly, big-stomached, hairy man-body. He moved to open the window (this troper doesn't want to imagine what would have happened if he had), but the neighbor boy practically ''jumped'' off the roof before anything could be done. Troper's dad spent the next few minutes comforting this troper (after throwing something on around his waist, thank God), making damn sure the neighbor boy had gone and wouldn't be tempted to come back, and then pushed a bit of furniture in front of the window in case curtains weren't enough. The next morning, troper found out that he also found the guy's phone number, called him up, and made clear that he was ''never'' to peep on his children again.

This troper is a total PapaWolf, (she'd be the MamaBear but her role as TeamDad changes things). One time in first grade a bully was picking on a member of my {{Nakama}}. She made him wish she was MamaBear. Several more incidents follow along the same lines, though one of the other memorable ones was when this troper was getting picked on, her mother who also happened to be the dojo's resident TeamMom, went MamaBear on the antagonizers pretty fast. It's all in the blood I swear.

My TKD instructor (Jim) is this when it comes to his daughters. And me, apparently. According to him, when I start dating, he is planning on following me. While dressed as a ninja.

This Troper's cat, who is usually foul tempered anyway, once attacked a Greyhound instantly when it went near one of her kittens. Never seen the Dog run faster in my life.

This Troper's mom was never really like that with me (she was more of the "if you fall down enough, you'll figure out how not to" school) but was at least once as a kid. At age 8, she lived in rural Maryland, and was out playing with her friend, a younger boy. They got attacked by a pack of feral dogs. The boy couldn't get away, so to give him time to climb a tree, my mom kicked several of the dogs in the face. She kept kicking even after they savagely tore off much of the flesh on her foot (she described it as wearing a flip-flop, only the bit that flops off used to be attached...).

This troper is somewhat nonviolent, but she's a definite Mama Bear towards her friends. In her art class just two days ago, two girls were crowded around this troper's (rather meek) male friend and berating him constantly for things I didn't need to know the details of. I went over to them with my best death glare, tapped them both on the shoulders, and when they turned around I growled: #QUOTE#"If you want to leave this classroom alive, you'd better shut up and go back to your ''God '''damn''' seats''."

Probably not the ''smartest'' choice of words, since I have several mandatory meetings with the school psychologist scheduled for making this threat, but it was worth it all the same.

This trope still applies for this troper's online friends. This sums it up perfectly: #QUOTE#Oh don't you worry. I'll be waiting down here in my home-sweet-home of [state name withheld). I'll be here with a shotgun and Metal Gear REX, just waiting for you. I'll give you a fight, but it won't be a fair one. I know what you tried to do to my girl [friend's name withheld], and let me just say this: you are lucky I wasn't there. I would've gone Ryu Hayabusa on your ass and cut you in half like a fighter plane. I would've gone Vulcan Raven and tore you apart with an M61. I would've gone Liquid Snake and kicked your ass with my bare hands. So just come here and get it, I'm ''waiting~''

This Troper is always confused at people who don't understand this, as (she assumes this is what happened) she had so many people in her life who were like this that getting between a parent and child makes her feel wrong. As in, "Okay, yeah, can I just scrunch in this uncomfortable corner with gum sticking close to my hair and avoid that? ''Ah...'' That's better."

I had a PapaWolf/pseudo KnightTemplarBigBrother moment in high school. Now, I wasn't bothered much in high school. Not due to my appearance, as I was tall, slim and wore glasses, but because a vast majority of the school population thought I was a psycho who would kill with little to no provocation. Incidents in my past lead to this characterization, and I spread more stories to reinforce I was not to be messed with. Fear is a powerful tool. Well, one guy didn't get the memo. He hounded me from the first time I met him for no given reason. He insulted me constantly and generally gave me a hard time, but I let it roll off my back. Then I found out he was also (coincidentally) harassing my best friend, who is like a sister to me, and once reduced her to tears. So, one day I'm in the bathroom before class, and said tormentor walks in. He starts into his usual routine and I simply tell him that "everyone has a breaking point" and that he shouldn't treat women poorly. He said he saw me talking to my friend while she was crying and called her several bad names. That was it. I turned around and kicked him square in the balls and then clamp my hand around his throat, slamming him against the wall with a satisfying THUD. I then said to him that his insults end right then and there. I told him if the endgame was to get me to fight him, then that is when it would happen, and that I would eviscerate him right there in the bathroom. By this point his face had taken on a purplish-red hue. I asked him if he'd rather let it stop, or die then and there, and he choked out that it would stop. I thanked him, let him go and left for class, and he never told anyone about said incident (probably didn't want to admit I beat him up) and never bothered me or my friend again.

I have a father like this. He's usually cool and friendly enough. However, my brother has a shed near our house where he and his friends hang out, party, drink or all of the above. One night, one of his more distant friends (as in, just some hanger-on guy) tried to get into the house for some reason or other(he thought he'd forgotten something. He hadn't), while me and my sisters (younger than my brother, underage at the time) were already sleeping. My father didn't like that, and he came at the guy and the guys behind him with a plank with nails in it. If that hadn't been lying around, he'd have gone after them with his bare hands. My father is six feet tall and is broad in a combination of fat and muscles way. Needless to say, those guys ran. Me and my sisters slept pretty well.

This Troper's mother has and always will be a Mother Bear. There's two big moments for me though. Once when I was in the third grade and my teacher was a total bitch about homework (It had to be on her desk before the bell rang) and while I was always an obsessively good kid and a BIG brownnoser (I'd cry if I got into trouble because I hated it so much) I was bad at remembering to do things like that, so I turned in...maybe 1 out of every 5 assignments? If that? So my mom came in to talk to the princple, got so pissed that she stormed into my class room DURING class to yell at my teacher. Who told her that it was her job to teach me 'responsibly'....My mom got so mad that she actually yelled that it was HER job to teach me responsibly and the teacher's to teach me the three R's and NOTHING else. I was really popular with the kids after that...and really NOT popular with the teacher after that.

My Grandfather is a Papa Wolf. He's a retired fireman with bad knees, failing vision, and diabetes. One day, I was watching a school concert. After the concert, a gang of bullies cornered me and my sister. Suddenly, Grandpa was standing there, holding the lead bully off the ground. He said that if they ever put a finger on his grandkids, he'd beat them within an inch of their life. After they left, we all pretended it never happened. The other time was when I was a lot older and my mother's ex still lived with us. His name was on the lease and he refused to go, so legally we couldn't make him. Three months he lives with us after we tell him to go (never mind the six months before where we didn't tell him but clearly didn't want him), and my mom is helpless to stop him. Then one night he comes home to yell at me, long and had for something really stupid and I actually get scared (this man is a jerk but not someone to hit women or children) so I call her up. She goes silent on the phone and says she'll be home in five minutes. I see her come through the door then go straight downstairs to talk to him. He left the next day. Later I learned that my mom opened their bedroom window and literately yelled to the neighborhood that he was hitting her and then promised him she would beat herself senseless and cry rape if he didn't either a) get out of our house right now or b) apologize to me. My mom is a great and wonderful lady who doesn't stand up for herself enough, but you threaten me and suddenly you're in for a world of hurt.

My mother is this. When my sister's abusive boyfriend threatened to take her and their extremely young son to a bar, and was generally not a good person, my mom beat the snot out of him. When a principal had an insanely stupid rule I couldn't physically comply with that got me detention a lot, my mom stormed into the office, demanded every one of my teachers be brought in and spent a good hour or too giving them heck. And it wasn't blind fury ether, she talked to them in that tone of voice that only mothers are able to use when they're telling their children they've done something wrong. One week later, the principal (who'd recieved the most of it) mysterously retired without warning and I had few problems the rest of middle school.

The "overprotectiveness gene" of this troper's family has complete dominance in them. Not only his parents and himself are heavily protective of each other, but his "almost adoptive son" (An extremely premature baby, whose mother died at his birth and who this troper treated and raised until he got an adorable adoptive mother, a month after that), now 6 years old, got a "Big bro instinct" running as well. He made friends with a girl with highly functional autism who was being bullied by the Libby of the class. The boy told her teacher and then the principal and they didn't do anything. Then he told the girl that she better stop bullying the girl or else. She challenged him. Cue his parents being called to the school because the boy hit the bully repeteadly with a chair. She never bullied the other girl again.

This Troper's best friend and her family. They are poor as church mice, animal lovers, all tiny, and several are professional dancers. When this troper's now ex-boyfriend cheated on her, her friend and family came forward and with one voice offered to beat the shit out of him. If I were him, I'd run. Fast.

This Troper just found out that her usually mild-mannered grandmother once read the riot act to a biker gang and told them to get lost after they almost ran over her five-year-old son. They promptly complied.

This troper is a Mama Bear, despite being the youngest of her {{Nakama}}. I don't like people messing with my "kids," and most everyone I know gets this--or, well, or else. (It helps that it's a big {{Beware the Nice Ones}} thing; most people just assume that I'm sweet and mild-mannered.) And even for my siblings I end up being this; some jerk tried to bully my little brothers...and, well, Incident}} it didn't end well. (For him, anyway.)

This troper's mom has made it clear that should I ever have a boyfriend who's mean to me, she'll beat the snot out of him. My dad is also a PapaWolf, especially to my youngest brother, whom he thinks we sometimes gang up on too much.

This troper seems to have inherited her mother's Mama Bear tendencies. Whenever she is bullied, her mother will come in and sic the Deputy Head on the bullies. However, once the bullies started on one of this troper's (male) best friends. She broke his arm wearing her best SlasherSmile and nobody believed that such a ''charming'' girl could do such a thing, particularly considering this boy was a huge liar and built like a bus. This has not made people leave the troper herself alone, but they damn well stay away from her friends.

This troper has a friend, who does catering work with a company that runs a major venue in our nation's capital. As a result of this job, she knows quite a few performers and celebrities who do shows there, in particular professional wrestlers. Said friend is not the biggest person in the world, but makes up for it with extra feisty. All the wrestlers like her a lot, to the point where, when a delivery man got in her face about something, a whole table of wrestlers stood up with bad intentions. Friend had them back off and then told off the delivery man herself. She came from a family of Mama Bears, and was not someone you ''ever'' wanted to piss off.

I one time saw baby goose and got a little to close to them the next thing I know it I found the mother running at me hissing.

This troper's ENTIRE family chould be MamaBears and PapaWolfs. Not much of our extended family are close and some cousins actually are in a long standing feud. But the family that stay weaved together are nothing short of TheClan. Because I'm one of the youngest in the family and because of my AspergersSyndrom, I've witnessed ALOT of MamaBear and PapaWolf moments.

My Mum. Despite being a GenkiGirl with a history of joking and pranks, she is very protective of all three of her babies. She is well known for being ridiculously tough and loud when dealing with unsavory teachers or bullies. Her BeserkButton was pushed when my eldest sister was phyisicaly bullied because of her Autism. Mum went into rage and got into an arguement with our principal and year heads.

My Dad. A GentleGiant and a BigEater that loves cats and Disney movies. Then he finds out about any bullying and becomes TheHulk. He has a habit of treatening the school if the bullying get particularly nasty. Once fought off an English Collie because it tried to bite me when I was a toddler. Even torwards ''the cats'' he is a PapaWolf!

My Grandpa on my Dad's side. Despite being very old and generaly very sweet, he is told by memebers of the family to have been one in the past regarding my dad and my aunt. He was also involved in the 'English Collie incident'.

My eldest sister. Another Aspie and an IronWoobie. She was bullied heavily in her years of school and gets pretty damn angry when someone makes fun of me for having Aspergers. Once strangled a guy into unconciousness when he insulted the family. Often gets into TranquilFury and reports any bullying instantly and shortly afterwards needing a hug. Once treatened to beat the shit out of kids that had been bullying me.

Second Sister. TheStoic and OnlySaneMan of the family. Never gets angry...unless if I get hurt. One day we were STALKED by two very nasty first years who started throwing things like popcorn at us and calling our mother a slut and calling me retarded, because we Wouldn't Hurt A Child we didn't do anything (I punched a third one who ran off and 'accidently' vomited on one of them, like a Boomer from Left 4 Dead) soon the Eldest sister was trying to hold back tears and I was in Unstoppable Rage. The second sister calmly continued walking home and finally as we got to our street, ROARED at them in retaliation, this got the attention of our mum who pulled a frightening MamaBear moment.

Me. I'm many things, a JerkassWoobie, CloudCuckooLander and The Team Grandma of my entire 2nd and 1st year. I often end up treating the other kids my age like my own grandkids, giving them sweets, calling them pet names and often being a comforting figure when they're upset. I was the Team Grandma even in Primary School, my greatest moments was when a smaller student was crying because of being unable to see her friends over the holidays and I ended up hugging her and telling her that there will be always a time in future to play and another was when a younger girl was getting beaten up during lunch break, I ended up separating the two and coaxed the girl to a teacher.

In the mid-90s my family was living in Alice Springs and we had gotten a kitten. When she was only about a year and a half old, we woke up to find a Brown Snake in our foyer. We all stayed in the master bedroom and called a snake-catcher. When he arrived, he knocked on the door and showed us the snake's body. He asked if we had a pet, and we told him we had a young cat. He showed us the snake's corpse, and told us that our young cat had attacked and killed one of the deadliest snakes in the world. Mama Bear indeed.

The {{jerk with a heart of gold}} in this troper's {{nakama}} counts as a mama bear. As much of a pain as she is to us, she will not allow anyone else to do it. As an example, there was one incident where a girl said something very (racially) offensive to this troper. Later on, said girl ended up having the life nearly choked out of her. My friend made her give me an apology in front of our whole class. And that's just one example.

Back in high school, some annoying little drip kept pestering me and my friend, mostly my friend, during lunch period. Mostly by tossing food at our table. I was already having a bad day by that point. In the gym he escalated it by whipping basketballs at my friend, beaning him in the face multiple times. I grabbed that beanpole JerkAss by the shirt, did a 360-spin with him, and threw him about 15 feet before he slammed hard into the bleachers. Took him a while to recover from his daze. I glared at him in the eye and he looked back like he was just stoned out of his mind, in complete incomprehension of what I just did to his ass. Did I mention I happen to be six-and-a-half feet tall and weigh over 300 lbs of nothing but angry Scotsman muscle? I'm the stereotypical GentleGiant most of the time, but if you piss me off by pissing on my friends...

This Troper has a rather strange case of this - her own father was, let's say, rather lacking in the parenting department. Her friends (including former schoolmates and the staff at her favourite haunt) and colleagues (including ex soldiers and amateur rugby players) have let it be known that if he ever even DARES go near her or threaten her or use her or upset her in the smallest way EVER AGAIN, they're going to utterly annihilate him.

This Tropers Grandfather he was known if he didn't like you he would just give a Glare but Mess with his kids he would talk to you very calmly and will tell you to leave also he didn't have a yelling voice so he was very quiet but mess with his Grandkids you will be on the receiving end of a twelve gauge shotgun

another animal version! this troper used to have hamsters, and long story short, Smokie turned out to be a girl. now, we also had cats- kittens really, but still. So Smokie, a little dwarf hamster, smaller than most due to giving birth twice in two months, when she was still very young herself, is wandering around in her cage with her little ones sleeping, when one of the cats gets into my room and is staring at the cage, mostly just interested. Smoky climes up the side of the cage, waits for the cat to get close enough, then '' attacks, through the cage, with teeth and claws'' this was 4 years ago, and the cat( who has been terrified of tail-less rodents ever since) still has a scar on her nose.

No one fucks with my animals or else I'll have their asses tanned.

My mother, sister and brother. If you do anything serious to any close relative of theirs, and they find out, they will kick your ass. Each of them may have caused permanent damage because of this trope, though it's not very likely - Rottenvenetic

This troper is not aggressive, strong, or even HotBlooded, but one time, a person was picking on the exact opposite of this troper. This troper has no recollection, but as its describe the ManChild friend who had to pull him off of the fool. "It was the coldest fury I have ever saw. Its like you were my old man"

I was in a room with my (maternal) grandfather who started making "jokes" about the bit of weight I had gained in college. My mother came in, sat down and happily asked what everyone was talking about. When my grandfather shared his comments about me, my mom's face clouded, her eyes flashed and she said, "Louie, don't you DARE say those things to my daughter. You pulled that same crap with me when I was growing up and I am NOT going to let you do it to her!"

This troper's Mama is a single mother and in the Military. She is the nicest most laid back person you'll ever meet but you'd better believe she embodies this trope. Once while stationed off base in an extremely restrictive middle eastern country we had a problem with a stalker breaking into our house. Since we had no men in our household to back up the claim the police couldn't do anything for us. My mother promptly had a stun gun smuggled into the country and went toe to toe with the stalker the next time he tried to break into my bedroom window. The guy ran off and never bothered us again. Yeah, my mom is a badass.

When I was in kindergarten, I had an old grumpy teacher who didn't like kids who didn't just sit down and shut up. Sitting down and shutting up were not two things I was capable of at the age of 5. For six months this teacher would put me down in front of the class and write notes to my mom telling her that I was a bad kid and that needed discipline. When I came home crying one day because my teacher told me my art project wasn't good, my mom decided enough was enough. She scheduled a parent/teacher conference and opened up a can of verbal whoop ass on my teacher. After that I was never harassed by that teacher again. She did something like this for me another time when I was in 7th grade and one of my teachers told my mom that she thought I was depressed because I was quite and kept to myself. My mom, who is a RN and was going to school for her Master's Degree in Nursing at this time calmly told my teacher "I know my daughter is not depressed, and she does not need to be on adderall, ritalin, anti-depressants or any other type of medication you want to give her. Are you a medical professional? Do you have a degree in medicine? Do you even know the long term affects of these drugs? Or do you just feel better about yourself when you put other people's children down? Unless you have some medical degree that I'm unaware of, do not try to diagnose or medicate my child". My teacher was left speechless. Thanks mom :)

In defense of the teacher, they were just doing part of their job. If a teacher feels something could seriously be wrong with a child or they are showing warning signs of depression or anything like that they are supposed to report it to the parents. The teacher probably wasn't trying to put you down or be rude. She was probably trying to be safe rather than sorry. It's better to have a teacher tell a parent that something might be wrong and have nothing to be wrong than have child have something seriously wrong with them and the teacher not report it out of fear of upsetting the parent.

I'm normally a very passive person when it comes to most things. I'm normally willing to let people say whatever they want about me or treat me poorly for the sake of peace. I am not willing to let people treat my best friend badly, even if the people are her own family. When I found my best friend's family had thrown her out of the house and refused to let her come back after she confessed that she was suicidal and wanted to seek professional help I drove three hours to deliver my verbal beat down to them in person. By the end they had agreed to let their daughter move back in if she wanted to and agreed to help her find professional help as well as look into family therapy. So far, my friend says they have been treating her better and the therapy is helping them with their issues.

While shopping with my mother at the mall, a strange man kept getting too close to me and eventually started trying to grope me. When my mom caught sight of he was trying to do she grabbed him grabbed him by the hair, pinned him against the wall, and told him that if he so much as glanced at me or any other female in the store while waiting for mall security to arrive she was going to castrate him with her metal nail file.

This troper once confessed her feelings to a guy who didn't feel the same way. A little disappointing for sure, but not the end of the world. Well, the guy tripped and fell, which the troper thought nothing of, since he always was a klutz. Fast forward to later that day; this troper comes home to find half-inked out on Mom's drafting table, the following: #QUOTE# "May those that love us, love us. As for those that don't love us, may God turn their hearts. If He doesn't turn their hearts, may He turn their ankles so that we may know them by their limping." -Old Irish Curse

Having gone through horrific bullying throughout highschool, I didn't think I qualified for the MamaBear title until the local school bullies decided to harass my youngest sister during my last year. Without even thinking of what I was doing, I was on my feet and down the bus in seconds, and got up in their faces while declaring if they ever so much as looked at my little sister again I would tear off their male gifts and make them eat them. Needless to say, they left her well enough alone after that.

A second example is found under IfYouEverDoAnythingToHurtHer. Turns out my MamaBear tendencies really go full-stop when my baby sister is involved.