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Me: Oh yay, a new predator fic :D! I don't see any tags that would upset me, so I should be able to read this fin-

Yautja in the fic: *Says some of the most Misogynistic things I've ever seen in Yautja fanfics to date to Fem! Reader*

Me:

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Niluar Headcanons

General

- She is one of the few non-elder yautja of her clan who have hunted and killed a Xenomorph Queen (it was done with 2 other yautja). - While she, around 350 years old, is and has been of mating age for many seasons, she has not taken a mating partner nor bore any children, much to the distaste of some clan members. She has coupled with two other yautja women before, but is no longer in either relationship. - She has always found herself at home in the cold, dark waters of Duturn, preferring to hunt its waterborne or amphibian creatures to keep her there longer. Much of the jewelry she wears is made either from their teeth, most colorful scales, or other treasures she finds beneath the waves. Her most treasured pelt is from a Leopard Seal.

- From an outsider's point of view, Niluar is a loner, speaking and hunting with very few members of her clan. Many believe it comes from a place of pride, but really, it's out of necessity. She knows what whispers follow her, and how her prowess is what keeps them from getting too loud. - Has a pet eel that lives in the fiord near her den, who likes to curl around her legs when she forages and even scares fish towards her when hunting. - Tea drinker! Would not be fond of human coffee and has perfected making tea with the native flora. - The previously mentioned fight with the Xenomorph queen damaged her tresses, resulting in her cutting a large section of them shorter to get rid of the damaged nerves. The only sections that were not cut short were the handful of them that hung around her face. They have begun to slowly grow back, but are noticeably more sensitive than they were before.

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Disclaimer: Nothing I am saying here is against OP; It's against a lot of the predator story writers. I love OP for bringing this up with quotes cause it made me change how I think about yatuja culture a bit.

I honestly have a love hate relationship (mainly on the side of hate) with this idea, or rather with how it appears in the current fiction.

The hate mainly comes from that fact that this idea of sexism in yautja culture isn't actually one created cause its an interesting avenue, but one there because the male writers likely took human sexism which most of us have experienced and threw it onto Yautja women, with little regard to older lore or even trying to think outside the box for once in their lives.

I am super interested in the idea of how set gender roles for yautja would impact yautja women's lives, especially ones who don't fit into the binary. Things like:

Shorter female yautjas having to be even more aggressive and physically fit to prove their "femininity" when compared with their larger counterparts. Female yautjas who don't outperform their male counterparts or who rank lowest out of all the other fem! yautja being viewed as less feminine than others. Hell, maybe it even makes them appear as less desirable. Maybe even the idea that yautja women are supposed to be aggressive, aloof, and unyielding, making it difficult for those who have softer personalities to be seen as equals unless they go above and beyond hunting wise. Some may even have to hide those parts for years until their position is ensured.

To end this, I wanna say I'm not against male yatujas being mean to their fem counterparts. I'd argue that with the pride levels we see in yatuja/ how pride connects to their culture, I would expect it, especially in younger one. I am also not against yautjas being exposed to human sexism cause I think that would be a very very interesting story if done correctly.

What I am against is bad writing, and honestly, that's what a lot of the sexism in the yatuja stories looks to be. It's mainly guy writers repacking human sexism cause they don't think of anything better.

I want genuine care put into this media, especially in the cultural and social parts, and when I look at these examples, I just can't find it.

I wanted to make a post about a topic that’s often overlooked in the fandom: sexism in Yautja culture. Over time, I’ve come across a few examples in the expanded universe that subtly, and sometimes not so subtly, hint at cultural sexism. I’d like to share a few notable instances from the books If It Bleeds, Rift War, and, arguably the richest sources of female Yautja lore, Eyes of the Demon and Ultimate Prey. These last two, in particular, offer valuable insight into the lives and struggles of female Yautja. While the signs may be subtle, the sexist undertones are definitely there.

Before diving in, I want to be clear, I fully acknowledge that Yautja culture, in theory, treats the genders equally. Males aren’t considered superior to females, nor are the females superior to the males. But just because that’s the rule on paper doesn’t mean it always plays out that way in practice. That’s the core issue I want to highlight.

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📖 Rift War

In one chapter, a male Yautja named Ar’Wen reflects on his training days, when he was paired with a female named Mei-Jadhi Kaail by the elders. The goal was for them to learn to fight as a team. Ar’Wen notes that Mei-Jadhi was briefly bullied during training, and while it’s never explicitly stated, it’s easy to speculate that her gender played a role, especially since she was the only female among a group of unblooded males. Thankfully, she shuts down the bullying quickly by proving herself in combat. What really stood out to me, though, was how threatened the males became once she started outperforming them. Ar’Wen even questions himself at one point, saying

“Was she trying to act too much like a male?”

That line hit. It reflects something we see all the time in real life. How often are confident women labeled as “too aggressive” or told they’re “acting like a man” simply for standing their ground.

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📖 If It Bleeds — Rematch

This short story follows a Yautja couple: Nakande (male) and Vagouti (female). There’s a lot of misinformation floating around about Vagouti. People often say she led the hunt or that she was larger than Nakande, but in truth, she was described as smaller and not the leader. Like… did we even read the same book? O_O? Anyway, what I want to focus on is the arrogance and slight hints of sexism, Nakande displays. Throughout the hunt, Vagouti repeatedly advises caution. She warns him not to underestimate the older humans they’re tracking. But Nakande brushes her off. He even assigns her to handle the woman, assuming it would be the easier kill, while he takes on the man.

Of course, his arrogance gets him killed later on. In his final moments, Nakande admits he should’ve listened to her, that he underestimated both her and their targets. It’s a sufficient moment, and it really made me reflect. How often do we see men ignore their partners’ warnings, only to regret it later? Whether it’s ego, pride, or social conditioning, it’s a dynamic that feels very real.

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📖 Eyes of the Demon — Bitter Hunt

In this story, a female Yautja named Ak’kili, along with her hunting hound, Xave, tracks three Bad Bloods. Tragically, one of them turns out to be her own son, Dakdwade. After she takes down two of them, she’s left facing her son. Before the battle, they exchange a few words. One line from Ak’kili struck me deeply

“My mate won’t even look at me because of what you’ve done.”

It made me wonder whether in Yautja society, are mothers blamed for how their sons turn out? Does the father place all the responsibility on the mother? It’s a subtle line, but it hints at a possible cultural bias that holds females accountable for their son’s failures, something we’ve seen reflected in many human societies.

📖 Eyes of the Demon — Cannon Fodder

In the same book, in a different chapter titled Cannon Fodder, there’s a very subtle line, while not overtly sexist, still raises eyebrows. It’s something no human would realistically say if the Yautja in question were male.

A female Yautja named La’vindi is taken down and nearly captured by humans. During this scene, a human male says to her

"You be a good girl and come with me so we can learn all about you."

Now, imagine if the roles were reversed and the Yautja was male. No sane human, especially in the middle of a deadly encounter and after watching a teammate die, would be saying something like “good boy” in that situation. The use of “good girl” here feels oddly specific and unnecessarily gendered, and it subtly reinforces stereotypes even if unintentional.

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📖 Ultimate Prey — Another Mother

This short story doesn’t beat around the bush. The sexism here is blatant.

Yeh’kull, the female Yautja protagonist, expresses her frustration with being sheltered and limited to soft missions. She’s desperate to be treated as an equal, to participate in real hunts like her male counterparts. But the clan elders refuse to allow it.

Eventually, she’s had enough. She disobeys her orders and sets out on her own mission, going as far as to hunt a Xenomorph queen.

And spoiler, yes, she kills the queen and is finally blooded. Only then is she freed from being labeled a Lou-dte kalei.

Let that sink in, Yeh’kull had to kill a literal Xenomorph Queen just to be acknowledged as worthy. Not for glory, not for honor, but simply to be blooded, just to be freed from the degrading label of Lou-dte kalei. In Yautja culture, that term roughly translates to breeder, a word used to degrade and devalue females.

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📖 Alien vs. Predator – Hunter’s Planet

Even in this older novel, where the females are portrayed as larger and stronger in this particular series, they still experience sexism, albeit often behind their backs instead.

It’s been quite a while since I last read these books, and unfortunately, I don’t have a screenshot to back this up. I can only try to summarize what stuck with me.

There’s a scene where a group of males mock another male, implying he “reeks of a female”, essentially using femininity as an insult to question his masculinity. It’s a subtle but telling example of how the female gender is used as a punchline.

I hesitated to mention this without direct proof, which is why I put it for last. But if anyone has a screenshot of the scene I’m referring to, I’d really appreciate it if you could share it.

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That’s pretty much all I wanted to say on the topic. While most examples are subtle, stories like Another Mother make it clear that sexism exists in the Yautja universe. I’ve always found this aspect of the lore fascinating, and I’m honestly surprised it doesn’t come up more often in the fandom. That’s why I wanted to make this post, to bring attention to something that’s often ignored but worth exploring.

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Random Headcanon I just had:

Yautja like to prep up their nests when it's mating season. What they do is essentially gather anything ranging from pelts, leaves and pillows to create the comfiest hole in the ground you've ever seen. Some like to go the extra step and decorate the edges with their trophies to make it more appealing. This is mainly done out of a primordial instinct to want to provide for their mates and create an ideal, safe environment to consume their mating for hours on end.

This behavior is seen much more frequently with actually mated pairs rather than only 'one time' couplings during mating season. And it's not just males who do it, females might also occasionally take care of this aspect to drop the hint that they're ready for mating.

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Being afab isn't a fictional situation nor is it some fun marker you just toss on to fan fiction without understanding what it means.

It is a real term with a real meaning, whose use in is largely attached to queer people especially intersex, trans, and nonbinary people.

It's not misogynistic nor policing for me to say "Hey Yautja fan community on tumblr! AFAB and AMAB have set and important meanings that are not "woman-lite" and "men-lite". Please respect this when you add them into your x reader or x oc content."

I'm also not holding a gun to their heads going: MAKE MORE GN! Reader content or telling them making one for women is wrong/ they can only make ones about their body experience. That would actually be policing, misogynistic, and hypocritical.

If you cannot handle a reminder to use that term correctly (from someone who has to use that term in their real life no less), then don't use it. You obviously don't have the maturity to do so.

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Does anyone else think Yatuja's rely more on a trade and bartering economy, meaning they don't really have a currency (at least the non Bad Blood ones).

You need some armor edits, new clothing, maybe even some specialized weapons? You give the local yautja skilled in that area prime usable or consumable parts of your latest kills or other materials that they would require.

I think this idea plays well into their hierarchy with newly blooded and young bloods having more barren ships/homes and basic supplies because they don't have the goods needed to trade at that level yet.

On the other hand, you have elders, enforcers, and other higher ranking yautja having more lavish supplies and decorated quarters. They have not only the skill to bring back materials worth trading but also the knowledge of what materials would go farther in what areas.

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Reminder:

The term/abbreviation "afab" means Assigned Female at Birth, and being afab does not mean the person you are describing is a woman nor is it a shorter term for cis-woman.

You can be a man, woman, or nonbinary individual and be AFAB.

Please use this term correctly when tagging your stuff.

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Help me name my Yautja!

As I am working through my outline for Circe and Ak'han's fic (15 chapters deep now), I decided to finally give a name to my other (younger) sapphic Yautja, but I'm not sure which one. The words in the parenthesis are meaning of the name to the left of it.

Relevant Info!

Hails from an clan native to an Arctic planet and has resided there all her life.

White stomach/torso that fades into a paler grey/blue skin that covers the rest of her body which helps her blend in better to their icy planet habitat.

The oldest child of her now-deceased father and one of his most vicious. While she is blooded and into her mating years, she refuses to sire a child with any male and has killed many for attempt.

Her prowess as a Hunter and Fighter coupled with her size grants her a high status in the clan, her more combative nature lands her alone most of the time.

Her favorite pray are the many aquatic beasts that lay under the ice with her using their scales and bones to decorate her tresses and home.

If you have any suggestions or questions, please feel free to comment them. I built all these names off official yautja words, so they may look weird.

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Me: Wow, it's been a second since I've gotten into Yautja stuff. I don't know if I'll come back to it so-"

*New Gawtin fic appears*

Me *remembering all my love for queer yautjas*: Nevermind.

How bout a afab reader wants a pups of their own with their partner, so they help their big strong yautja woman pick out a suitable/worthy male for the upcoming breeding season :3

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Sperm Donor

Pairing: Gawtin (Female Yautja) x AFAB!Reader

Word Count: 4050

Warning: Suggestive content

Summary: Breeding season was only a week away when you finally pop the question to Gawtin. At first, you thought she would be made or think it as weird, but when she accepts. You are more than happy to go around the tribe and see who is worthy enough for Gawtin. You pick out males who catch your artistic eye while your mate finds ones with the skills she likes.

Author Note: Good to see you're back cup anon! I loved writing this one! Honestly, I've never thought about this but it definitely would fit into the Yautja world if they're a same sex couple.

P.S. I'm sort of back! Kind of. Still working on typing up the stories I have written down in my notebook. I'm also getting some backups for my patreon so I have some ready to be posted.

Masterlist

Ao3

There was no missing the thick scent of testosterone in the air that plugged your senses. All the males in the tribe were on edge. It was dangerous for you to roam around at time like this. So, for the time being until the hormones left the yautjas systems, you were stuck in your mate’s home. It was for your safety though. A hormonal, raging yautja male will think of you as a threat. This was a mutual agreement between you and your mate for you stay home.

Gawtin, herself, was taken by you. Of course. Though you were not a yautja, let alone strong enough to fight off other suitors from trying to steal your woman, Gawtin was plenty enough to scare of any that dared to try for her hand. The mating mark on her neck was not large enough for anyone to see unless they were seriously looking.

This year, an idea had come to mind the week before the true search for breeding mates begun. The biology between the two of you couldn’t work since you were both the same sex. Even then, you don’t know if it was possible for two completely different species to reproduce. It didn’t matter to you though.

The mighty lady lazed about in the living room. One hand holding a book while the other was resting on your stomach. The limb so large it easily took over the entire expanse there. Her fingertips grazing the underside of your free breasts. The sketch book in your hand was set down on her hand. You released a deep sigh and closed your eyes.

No matter what you did, you couldn’t stop thinking about the question. It was stuck to your mind like cold honey. You knew she wouldn’t take offense of such a thing. It was…. It’s just it goes against your moral code for a human. But, if you wanted children, a child with Gawtin, you had to bite the bullet and get it over.

Said yautja let the book in hand droop to gaze down at you. A low hum left her throat in a silent question. You cracked an eye open to see her one studded brow raised as well. Of course, she was concerned about your wellbeing though unusual for a yautja to so. She’s adapted and learned.

“What? It’s not-“ you paused when she gave you a look that said ‘don’t lie to me.’ Another sigh, more exasperated this time. “Alright, alright, caught me red handed. Just like always.” This time, you set the sketch book onto the coffee table and sat up. Gawtin kept her hand on your stomach.

“Okay, I’ve been thinking. Been kind of thinking it’s been a bit… lonely around the house,” you tried to hint to her at first. Gawtin slips a piece of paper into her book and closes it on the couch the two of you are on. Her purple eyes are trained back on you.

“Are you wanting a pet?” she questioned and tilted her head slightly. Her long tresses swaying with the movement. You pressed your lips into a thin line and softly gripped one of her strands towards the end. They were a strange rubbery feeling yet soft to the touch. There was nothing you could compare it to.

A snort left your nose. Should’ve worded that a bit better. You shook your head. “No, no. I… ugh, it feels dirty to suggest this because we’re together.” You dragged your hands down your face. Embarressment burned your cheeks with heat. Your words only confused the moss green yautja even more. Cultural differences and your lack of a good explanation.

Gawtin is more than patient. It something that comes as being a hunter. Born and bred to be a hunting machine.

It took you time to gather your thoughts and courage to come out with what you’ve wanted to say for the last month. “I want children with you. Or-or a child at least.” The words slipped off of your tongue rapidly, so quickly you feared that Gawtin didn’t hear them. That you would have to repeat yourself and endure the embarrassment all over again.

Her mandibles twitch, chest expanding but you beat her to the punch. “And I know we’re both female and can’t have children biologically but I was thinking with the upcoming breeding season. Like… I could help you chose a male to-to…” Why did it feel so dirty say that to her? For her god’s sake, she’s bent you over every inch of this house and even in some places in the surrounding forest and pounded into you with a silicone dildo.

“Ugh!” you groaned and flopped against the back of the couch. Gawtin is quiet at first before snorting and scooping you into her lap. Your thighs are forced wide to accommodate her wide size. Her massive hands cup your hips and hold you in place. Where you belong: in her lap. “Well… of course, only if you want to.”

Heat continued to burn at the soft flesh of your cheeks. You hid from her powerful gaze by ducking your head down. One hand left your hips to pinch your chin and force you to find her gaze. As you opened your lips to speak out of stupidity, her thumb silences you.

“Is what I am hearing is you want me to find a male this mating season so we can have a child together?” Gawtin reillerated what had spewed from your mouth in the beginning. The way she formed the sentence was far more kinder, less dirty. You swallowed the lump in your throat and nodded your head with what little room she gave you to do so.

One of her mandibles barely quirked up into a smirk but you saw it plain as day. “And you want to help me chose the right male for me?” Once more, you could only find the courage to nod. Her thumb brushed against your bottom lip. Gawtin leaned down and nuzzled her brow to yours. “I like your idea, my artist. I know you would pick out the perfect male for me. You have a critical eye.”

Immediately, you perked up with a bright smile. “Really?” you gasped then latched your arms around her neck in a death grip then pulled back, hands still clasped behind her. “I thought you would think that as weird or if I was asking you to cheat on me.”

A chuckle vibrated through her chest. “Breeding and sex are a common thing our species converse about. We do not think of it as a sin compared to your culture.” That’s right. “If I were to breed with a male it would only be a mutual agreement between us.” And you knew that was the honest truth with her. Gawtin was loyal. Through and through.

You smiled widely up at her and twiddled your fingers with one of her dreads. “So,” you dragged out the word, “we’ve got a week until the official season starts. Shall we go see what the competition looks like?” you asked and gave her tress a firm tug. The purple of her eyes darkened instantly.

“You do realize that the season effects me as well?” she growled at you, claws digging into your hips. The lack of full clothing, curtesy of Gawtin, allowed her better access to your skin. She sees the grin that spreads across your face. That answer plain as day before her.

The two of you reek of sex as you wondered through the tribe. Plenty of males were strutting their stuff, chests puffed, shoulders squared, all walking as if they were the best. Many of them you knew of from the tribe that Gawtin lives in. All under her mother’s rule. But, there was quite a few you knew didn’t reside here.

Due to the scent that was rubbed into your skin at this point, males within fifty feet had their eyes on the two of you. The mating mark clear as a full moon in a clear sky on your shoulder. Yours on Gawtin was less noticeable due to your dull teeth and her thick scales. But, you knew she reeked of your scent after making you gush all over her. Like the horny female she was, she had rubbed it into her scales. The hottest thing you’ve ever experienced with her. Specially when she dragged you out on wobbly legs, not even bothering to clean you up. She just threw your clothes back on you.

Gawtin was a sight to be seen as well. From the fact she reeked of you to the fact who her mother was. She had power from both a political position and a skilled hunter herself. She’d should have a line waiting for her but it was you who stole her away, as some of her tribe likes to say. Words from people she challenged and put back into their place.

No messes with her mate. Not even her own mother.

Hand in hand, you strolled around the crowded streets of her hometown. In the mixture of males, females roamed around, seeing what the menu held as well. Yet, everyone kept a wide berth around the two of you, knowing who and what Gawtin was.

When the day came to an end, Gawtin had carried you home. The amount of walking the two of you had done wore you out. Well, also the fact she had drilled a dildo into you before going on said walk. Both of those had tired you out. The moment your head hit a pillow, you were out like a light.

Before you knew it, the day for breeding season had come into full effect. It was dangerous for you to roam around even with Gawtin at your side. Hormones were so thick in the air, you choked on them. Gawtin did her best to ensure her scent filled the space around you.

She found a space a little off the beaten path and guided you to sit down on a fallen log. The moss green yautja knelt down in front of you. One of her hands rested on your naked knee. The other tilted your chin to be level. “Remember, if you want this to stop at any point, speak up. I will not do this if you do not want to. If things do get a bit rough, do not run. Do. Not. Run.”

Yautjas maybe intelligent beings but the species still relied on their base instincts. This is no different. Running from a predator will only activate their need to chase. There’s no out running a yautja in their home turf. Not when they are hormonal and ready to mate any willing female.

Her hands cupped your face and pulled you closer. “Our mating is not soft or gentle. You have seen how I treat you. Even that is considered gentle. If a male we chose bests me in a fight, he will not be kind. But, do not try to interfere. He will kill you where you stand. It will be scary but do not fret, it is our way of life.” Gawtin wanted to prepare you for brutality of their mating ritual. It sounds harsher than anything you’ve heard before. It made you fear for her safety and well-being.

“Are you sure? I don’t want to put you through unnecessary harm,” you whispered to quietly, not wanting to voice your fear loudly.

“Yes, I have plenty of children and have gone through plenty of breeding seasons before meeting you.” Right. Her latest had been a son named Qui’oky. He’s gone off into the universe to pave his own path into masterhood. “There is nothing to fear. If I do not want him, I will not let him take me. I promise you this.” She was a beast of a yautja. Not many wanted to mess with her on a good day.

You swallowed down the lump that swelled in your throat to straight your spine. You knew that what she said was the truth. No one could make her submit unless she willingly did.

After one last moment, Gawtin finally pulled away and stood tall. Then, she walks back onto the path and struts her way through the crowd that busied the street. Being off the main path, you knew that no male would come along and try to harm you. Not with Gawtin’s scent still etched into your skin. They’d see you nothing more than a bug and walk off to find a female of their species. Thankfully, you weren’t ovulating during a time like this or else Gawtin would never have let you out. Apparently, that scent is just as potent as a female in heat. Even if you weren’t the same species.

Before long, you see Gawtin dragging two males the two of you had picked out. Both were scrambling, snarling as Gawtin simply had lifted them like they were nothing. A bellow echoed around the jungle. She drops the two of them in the same ring. The males’ eyes snapped to each other. They sized their opponent up, chest puffed up and muscles twitching.

Only for a pack of three other males to appear out of the foliage. Your eyes widened at the sight while Gawtin growled lowly in her chest, claws flexing at her side. She saw them as a threat to you. But there was one that was a beautiful teal blue that you’ve never seen before. A shore yautja who was a long way from home.

“Gawtin,” you softly called out her name. Everyone’s attention was suddenly on you. Maybe a wrong move but you couldn’t let an opportunity like him slip away if you anything to say about. Despite the hungry, fiery gazes on you, you kept your chin high and level, not daring to bow down to the lot of males seeking for a hole to dump their seed in.

“That one can stay,” you motion towards the teal blue that had caught your eye. The others were a burnt orange and a dirty red that did little to make your artistic heart flutter. That’s the thing, you choose on their looks while Gawtin choose on their physic and skills. And that’s how you were able to come to agree on two that matched what you two were looking for.

She dipped her head and growled again towards the two that dared to trespass on this ritual. Instantly, the males had bowed their heads in submission and backed away. Thankfully, your suddenly added male stayed where he stood.

You slipped off of the log and strolled over to the new addition. There was that wild, fiery look in his dark, emerald green eyes but not as prominent as the other two. He seemed to have better control of his temper. A good feature. Gawtin purposefully moved between you and the other two who had gone back to sizing the other up.

He was built well too. Muscles formed for a strong ocean swimmer. Webbing between his fingers and hooked claws. You stalk around him, looking for imperfections that would instantly disqualify him.

Yet, the male had nothing wrong with him by what you would find. You stand back to allow Gawtin to have her own look at the male. She was critical just like you but searched for different features than you were.

Gawtin stepped back and nodded her head. “He can stay,” she rumbled.

“I agree,” you stated then walked up to her side. Gawtin leaned down so you could directly speak into her ear. A conversation only meant for the two of you. “He’s real pretty, love. His temper is good too. I hope he has the skills to impress you.” He’s passed your tests. It was now to pass Gawtin’s. She stood back up to her full height before guiding you back over to the log, not letting you anywhere close to the brutes.

They looked ready to tear into each other with no remorse. Except for the teal one. He had control over himself. I liked his temper and he was prettier than the others too. He had to be my new favorite compared to the rich sand yellow who must’ve come from the east where a desert spanned for over hundreds of thousands of square miles.

Once more, you sat upon the log with Gawtin standing at your side, ready to interfere if they dared to get an inch too close. “You will fight each other to whoever gives in first or dies will proceed to fight the other,” Gawtin told them of the rules since they had to be changed when the new yautja joined in and made the numbers uneven. It seemed a bit unfair but that’s how life is. A break would be given to the first winner if they wish it. Yet, those two were ready to tear into each other.

“Commence the fight!” Gawtin roared.

Instantly the two were on each other, claws and teeth tearing away pieces of flesh. The odd one out stepped back to the edge of the small space. You eyed him up, admiring him. Since you didn’t understand what Gawtin was looking for when fighting these two, you decided to take a longer look at him.

His scales were a beautiful teal blue that easily marked him as an ocean yautja. There were strips of darker sea blues that marked his scales. Speckles of sunshine yellow danced across his scales as well. He also didn’t have an array of scars. Not a newly blooded but not a seasoned warrior. Must be one of his first breeding seasons. He definitely hit your every point for looks. Hopefully his genetics would overpower Gawtin’s green ones. She was pretty herself of course, but you were wanting a child of his color.

Growls, howls, and hisses raged between the two hormonal yautjas doing their best to tear into each other. A fight you’ve seen plenty of times being among their tribe for so long. You softly placed a hand on your mate’s thigh as not to spook her. The muscle behind your touch jolted for only a moment before relaxing. Gawtin reached down and placed her own over yours, carding her thick fingers between your digits. Her gaze didn’t leave the battling yautjas in front of her though. Her critical eye pointing out every little detail, every little flaw, imperfection these two made.

As quick as it had started, the rich sand yellow yautja was placed into a headlock. Your lips pressed together in disappointment when he was knocked unconscious and the victorious yautja roared his winnings. Clearly, he has the skills that Gawtin was looking for.

Said yautja nodded her head once. “You may res-“ she offered to him only for the male to snarl and face off the teal yautja. Your brows jumped up at the disrespect of the male. His temperament was horrendous. His children would be a mess to deal with at horrible he listens.

“No! I can keep going. Bring it on!” he spat and openly challenged your secret champion. Teal calmly walked into the ring and lowered himself into a fighting stance. From your limited knowledge, his position was steady and great.

The pine needle green yautja launched himself across the field. Teal simply side stepped the raging beast and grabbed his ankle. He used the momentum to swing Pine into a nearby tree. A loud crack echoed through the air. The body left a sizeable dent in the tree.

With his temper in check, Teal was able to gracefully move when Pine would violently attack. Pine had no control, no rhythm. He just moved and kept moving with no thought for control or strategy.

This went on for a little longer before Pine completely left his right flank open for Teal to rake his hooked claws. A tremendous amount of blood spurted from the four clean wounds. Pine was shaken from his bloodlust and collapsed onto his knees. Teal gazes down at the male for a moment before kicking the yautja onto his back.

One foot on Pine’s chest, Teal gripped Pine’s throat and tore his head straight off of his shoulders. The sickening sound echoing around you. If this was the first you’ve seen decapitation in such way, you would’ve lost your breakfast.

Teal calmly walked over to the two of you, acknowledging you as well. The male fell to one knee and presented the bloodied gift. You blinked a few times, not used to the scent of their alien blood, and glanced up at Gawtin. Her eyes were already on you, waiting for you to accept or deny the gift. The corners of your mouth tilted up. You gave her a nod.

Both of you were on the same boat. He’d be the male the two of you choose for this breeding season. He was perfect in your eyes for looks and in her eyes for skills. But he still had one last test: to defeat Gawtin and make her submit to him.

A feat that you knew he’d struggle with due to stature. Compared to Gawtin, he was thinner besides a barrel chest and shorter. But, you hoped the best for him. 

Gawtin gave your hand one last squeeze before letting go and entering the ring with Teal. He dropped the gift at your feet, giving you a bow, and following after Gawtin. Okay, yeah, you really like him now. He must know to impress Gawtin, he has to impress you as well. Smart male.

Each lowered themselves into a fighting stance. The towering female was much larger than him due to genetics and being a female. His only hope of breeding her would require to willingly submit to him. He’s going to have his work cut out for him.

There was a moment of pause, of calming before you sounded for the fight to commence. Gawtin was all power and strength. She went to overwhelm, specially as he was still young in his career as a hunter. He did struggle to block or dodge her swift, powerful blows she threw at him.

“Come on,” you whispered for him. You really wanted him to win, to impress Gawtin. Your hands were clenched into fists, muscles corded tightly.

Seeing your mate fight was amazing though. You loved to see the way she moved with such skill and talent that has taken hundreds of years to perfect, to become a hunter like herself. The skill she had couldn’t compare to what Teal was trying to throw at her.

Yet, the male had something you weren’t expecting: a trick.

Teal must have been studying her moves, the way she held herself during and after throwing a punch or a kick. Because, when she was in the middle of rounding a kick to take off his head, he ducked with seconds to spare. Then, the male launched himself forward with every ounce of his strength. Gawtin was unbalanced by using one leg and had to fall with the move. She found herself on her back with Teal on top of her.

Your eyes wide when the dust had settled and showed her pinned. He didn’t even have to wait until she submitted. He made her submit. You swallowed the lump in your throat and rubbed your thighs together. Teal’s gaze snapped over to you. Fuck, he could smell you too.

Gawtin takes his moment of distraction to flip their positions, her forearm pressed firmly into his neck. She leans down with a deep growl. Teal matches it with one of his own, getting louder than she was. The noise stopped in her chest as she finally reveals her throat to the male. You had to bite back a gasp at the sight. She was willingly submitting even after a mistake of distraction. She must really like his abilities or maybe she could smell the arousal coming from you.

For a moment, Teal glances at you. The two of you stared at each other before you slowly dipped your head, giving him permission. The male purred deeply, a sound meant to calm females. The final battle wages on.

[theyautjaarchivist]

hes so baby. I love him so much

When life gives you shiny pebbles-

-O'nyr had been swimming around in the thick mangrove to find the finest shiny pebbles to gift the nice comments you guys gave him-

He is just the purest lil boi <3

just a lil doodle I made-

[theyautjaarchivist]

I finally figured out what was bugging me so bad about the Predator Badlands design (as in the specific factor outside the CGI that was getting me).

It's the eyes or specifically the eye ridge/ the bone that sits where the eyebrows lay if that makes sense. Every other part of him, especially the mouth/mandibles seems perfectly fine/ inline with what we saw in the feral (since I think they may be the same subtype?) or know of general yatuja make up, but the ridge area in the badlands predator is less pronounced than the feral predator we saw.

It looks his face leans closer to the traditional yautja look we've seen before instead of the feral, and combined with the moral feral traits, it just throws me off.

[theyautjaarchivist]

Sometimes life really is wanting to say something very inappropriate in Animated Predator series comment section

[theyautjaarchivist]

Serving cvnt

Crimzon mah girl, 8’4” of beef 🥩.

I’ve been wanting to draw this woman for AWHILE and finally had the motivation to.

Plusss some bonus sketches of her ft her baby boy Cha’oi💕

[theyautjaarchivist]

Thinking about trans yautja. It’s an interesting time in my brain.

[theyautjaarchivist]

Won't lie; I am a bit typsy right now, but are y'all ever sad that writers don't show yautja's having a kind of bond/connection with a domesticated species like we humans do pets.

Is that not lonely? like what use is consciousness if you cannot love with it.

[theyautjaarchivist]

Yall don’t understand the depths my brain is drowning in at the idea of a Yautja hunt during a zombie apocalypse.

Imagine it:

Young bloods coming to hunt humans either in preparation for xenomorph hunting (as a pride check) or to do some regular human hunting only to land in a town or state that had become infected by an interesting illness.

After interacting with humans that not only are barely showing up on their biomask views but also seem to be much more aggressive than normal, they consider leaving to find another area of prey worth hunting.....until a military missile meant to keep the state in quarantine strands their aircraft. And to make things works, it seems the pathogen favors Yautja's just as much a humans.

Now they are stuck working with human survivors to get free of this area, remain free from infection, and keep of the trail of U.S military officers who've finally noticed what they've shot down.

[theyautjaarchivist]

I feel like the one thing Yautja underestimate about humanity is their pack bonding ability. Like sure, they probably wouldn't see much of it due to the whole "humans as prey"thing.

But I think it would be really funny for a few young bloods or even older yautjas that have come to earth, somehow ended up working with a human/humans , and be completely confused by how fast humans will friend them up after like 1 positive interaction.