ilickyautjas

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asks/comments are the things keeping me going as a writer bcus its what lets me know ppl actually like the stuff i make,, they hold a stronger effect than likes or reblogs

my dream as a fanfic writer is to write a story which people want to talk to me about and send asks about afterwards and discuss things the characters did and the symbolism and meanings behind certain lines and I'll be all "hehe thanks" but irl I'll be in literal tears because I wrote something that means something to someone

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I'm trying to draw in another program

So doodles with a handsome boy ✨

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this is so dumb. me and my girl

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hello xeno/yautja shippers are you guys alive

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Would we prefer the original trio from the predators movie or random yautja/oc stand-ins?

The answer may affect the characterization or writing of said characters

being dropped on a planet to get hunted and instead u turn into the hunter mhm yes ik thats true

following these aliens around and scaring them but constantly slipping thru their fingers… playing them like a game and lowkey. they like it bcus yautjas do the same to eachother during breeding season

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being dropped on a planet to get hunted and instead u turn into the hunter mhm yes ik thats true

following these aliens around and scaring them but constantly slipping thru their fingers… playing them like a game and lowkey. they like it bcus yautjas do the same to eachother during breeding season

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Home

part two to Stranded !! This is the introduction post to readers new life, so if you have any blurbs you wanna see, shoot me an ask!

It had only been a few days since they brought you to their home planet. Of course, the others vehemently denied, but with the mother’s influence and explanation, they became… tolerant of your presence.

Of course, being brought onto a new planet where you were unfamiliar with the culture, people, and area (as well as the fact no one seemed too pleased with you), you were pretty stressed.

The mother, who you came to know as Ga'taya, could tell. You learned fast that they had very sensitive noses, and could practically smell your every thought. Okay maybe that was an exaggeration, but it truly felt like it. Atleast she was kind enough to remain by your side, easing most of your troubles… for the most part.

One thing you did come to enjoy was being able to take care of her son, the little thing was pretty cute. He had little nubs where his tusks had yet to grow in, his bright gold eyes peering up at you. You assumed the father wasn’t in the picture, mainly because of the absence of any other person in her abode.

Yet, you took care of her child, letting her have more time to do other things. Currently, you sat outside, legs crossed, watching the baby roll about on the ground. The soft chittering was almost soothing, warming your heart. Yautja babies weren’t too hard to take care of… of course until he got random bursts of energy. For a baby, he sure could swing those little fists.

A shadow casted over you, your head lifting from its lowered state to peer up at the person above you. “Ga’taya.” You greeted, a small smile rising onto your lips. You learned to smile with a closed mouth here, as showing your teeth made the poor woman cringe a little. You figured it was because… well… Xenomorphs had the same set of teeth as humans, obviously. It was probably just a little uncanny for them.

“Ooman.” She spoke, crouching down to your level. Despite this, she still towered over you, built like a boulder. Scary. “Bha’ta behaved?” She questioned, her fingers moving to the collar around your neck to turn it on once more. It was a translator, easier for her to talk to you through this way— human languages had too many sounds she struggled to replicate.

“Yeah, he’s been fixated on rolling around in the dirt for the past few minutes.” You spoke with a small laugh, trying not to squirm as her large hands practically engulfed your neck. “Good.” The translator sounded as she spoke in her language.

She stood, gesturing for you to follow. You climbed to your feet, crouching back down to pick up little Bha’ta. “He’s much larger than human babies.” You mumbled, leaning the babies body onto your shoulder for support. Ga’taya let out a rumble at this— her version of a laugh. “Go put him in his bed.”

You nodded, beelining for the babys cradle. You gently set him down, patting the top of his head. Thankfully, he didn’t fuss like usual, instead flopping over. “All settled.” You called out, turning to face her. Your body jumped slightly to be met immediately with her torso, the scales glistening up close.

“Good. I take you to bathe.” You could hardly make a noise as her hand settled between your shoulder blades, lightly pushing you. You knew she didnt mean any harm or to be forceful— this just helped you keep up with her long stride.

Thankfully, she only guided you to another part of the house. Part of you worried it’d be like some bath house— you didn’t like being around other Yautjas. I mean, it was awkward, knowing no one around you really liked you being there.

Ga’taya let go of your back, gesturing to the large tub in the floor, filled with steaming water. She was very… casual with the way she removed her loin cloth. You almost choked on your saliva, averting your gaze down to your tank top.

“You know, for humans this would be considered taboo.” You mumbled, pulling the shirt over your head, hesitant to strip down.

“You humans are odd. Are you scared of a little skin?” She chortled, climbing into the tub. You pushed your embarrassment to the back of your head, stripping down. You kicked aside your clothes, stepping into the tub. The water was hot for you, but you knew it was lukewarm for Ga’taya, meaning she was looking out for you, even over her own comfort. “Thank you.”

She watched you with curious eyes, scanning over your form. She was very… large and intimidating, and you weren’t used to this sort of stuff anyways. What did Yautja even talk about—? Hell, they probably didn’t even like small talk. “It’s no issue. You take care of Bha’ta. I take care of you.” She spoke her words carefully, making sure to speak formally so that the translator worked properly. You could always tell the difference from her inflection.

“You saved my life in a way, I do owe you.” You spoke, glancing down at the bubbling water.

“I did not save you. I took you.” She corrected, knowing that she could have dropped you off at Earth, or left you on that planet. She chose to keep you.

“If you knew how humans lived, you’d understand what I mean.” You chuckled, leaning back. There was a certain… sadness to your words that you recognized all too well. “I would’ve lived my entire life working for a company who couldn’t care if I died. If I had returned from my mission, i’d be in crippling life debt to them— lost assets. At least with you, I mean something.” You spoke, your voice fading off at the end. That sounded… cheesier and more intimate than you meant… god— you were a fool.

“I suppose I am generous. Could have kept you as a pet.” She teased, her words soothing your awkwardness. Although it was the robotic translator around your neck that spoke to you, you focused on the sounds that came from her throat, deep and soothing. Her language was… different, but it did sound nice.

“Would’ve been better than my old job.” You joked softly, your hand lightly swaying through the water to watch it ripple.

The silence was long and comfortable, before she finally rose. “Clean up well, human. I take you somewhere tomorrow.” She spoke, climbing out of the tub. You watched her dry off, leaving the room— and her small amount of clothes behind.

heres the second little blurb!! I plan on continuing this series for atleast a little longer, but please send asks of fun stuff to write as fillers between fic updates!! ♥️♥️♥️

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Feral’s sexy photoshoot Prey media/press photoshoot with Dane Diliegro x

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back to business with some good ol alien

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this is Viking from Predator Hunting Grounds

and this is Jotun from Predator Killer of Killers which one would like to marry? i choose both because YES

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What a hottie

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Just read Stranded. That was a great fic!! Do you plan on writing more on that story? I’d love to know what happens to the human and the Yautja she encountered

I do! I wanted to wait a bit and plan out in my head how its gonna go, but im not sure if i should make it a direct romance fic, but i am planning on keeping reader gender neutral / a blank slate for all reader!

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i'd protect him with my entire life btw

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Stranded

hello, here with a little concept story / short little idea!! hopefully you all enjoy it as i enjoyed the idea of it hehe. It’s not too long as i’m not really the best at writing longer fics, but id be down to do more oneshots about it in the future!

imagine this, being a scientist sent with military operatives to a foreign planet in search of alien specimens to bring back to study. Of course, things go awry when you realized that there was not only xenomorphs, but a smarter alien species as well. Specifically ones who liked to hunt.

Now imagine this, being a yautja mother, finally returning to the hunt after a period of downtime due to having recently given birth. Little did you know, your very young child had snuck aboard the ship. And by the time you found out it was too late, and that little toddler had gone waddling off somewhere on the planet. That leaves you with one livid yautja mother and two scared shitless yautja males (her hunting partners).

You had seen only brief glimpses of the alien that took out your team. Tall, long heads, completely black with long tails as well. Didnt help that you found out they had acidic blood due to your teammate having been splashed with it.

Of course, being the only scientist on the mission, you weren’t well equipped to defend yourself. So when you had the chance, you fled. Found a safe room and locked yourself inside for a moment to recollect yourself.

Thats when you heard it, a soft… chittering, a sound of distress. You crawled over to the cabinet, your hand slowly reaching out to pop it open. Inside, a small creature, alien— of course. It was small, skin resembled that of reptiles, and four small tusks growing in on its little mandibles.

You had never wanted to be a parent— terrified at the thought. But this creature seemed to evoke a parental instinct in you that most human babies didnt quite do.

“H-Hey, you’re alright little guy—“ You spoke, your voice soft and low, reaching out your hand cautiously. You used the same rules that you do when you approach a cat. Keep your voice low and gentle, reach out your hand with the back of it facing upwards, make yourself seem small, and wait— do not approach.

Surely enough, the small creature came crawling out of the cupboard and latched its small hand onto the fabric of your pants. Shit— dealing with a xenomorph was already bad enough, but now you had a baby to protect as well.

“Okay little bud— i’m gonna get you back to your parents, lets just get you somewhere safe.” You slung off your backpack, emptying out most of the contents. You unzipped the bag, hoping the creature would get the memo— unfortunately you didnt exactly have a baby carrier on you. Thankfully, it seemed smart enough to crawl inside. You zipped up the bag just enough to where it wouldnt fall out, but had plenty of air. Slinging it onto your shoulders wasnt an issue— the child was heavy, but nothing too restricting.

Grabbing your gun, you pushed yourself to your feet shakily. Thankfully, as far as you were aware, there was only one xenomorph to take care of. Your teammates had atleast done some work— and you knew bullets could take these things out. You just had to maintain distance, and be cautious. The damn things were sneaky.

You pressed your ear against the door, listening for a moment. When you were sure it was clear, you opened the door, stepping out. You had to get back to your ship— that was your main priority. However, you couldn’t let your coworkers see the alien baby— you couldn’t risk the child falling into the hands of weyland-yutani officials. God knows what they’d do to it.

Breathing out a sigh, you pushed onwards, your objective shifting from finding your ship to finding any trace of this aliens parents. A ship, a person, a skeleton, anything. Just so you knew what you’d have to do next.

Traversing the halls was the most scared you’ve ever been in your whole damn life. Knowing that creature was out there somewhere— you’d honestly rather take your chances with a bear or something that was atleast familiar. However, you really didn’t have a choice anymore— it wasn’t about you.

The halls almost seemed dead silent, the occasional creaks of the building setting you off. It was atleast somewhat familiar, following the same structural rules that all human colony buildings do. Maybe if you were to get outside it’d be better— there wouldn’t be any hiding places for you or that damned creature.

Weaving your way through the halls, you made your way to the exit. There werent any corpses around— you realized. Only the occasional smear of blood, old and new. Swallowing thickly, you finally pressed the button to open the door to the exit, the noise making you flinch— on high alert.

From here, you felt safer to rush— jogging ahead to get in a clear area. Your ship was a while away— faster to reach by car but not impossible to run to. Glancing around at your surroundings, there was no sign of any other living beings besides your crew having been here. No ship, no ruckus, nothing out of the ordinary.

If there was one thing you loved about being a human right now— god damn would it be your peripheral vision. You saw something move from the corner of your eye, and sure, it could be your eyes playing tricks on you from fear— but you couldn’t risk being wrong.

You raised your gun, steadying your breathing, but thats when you heard it. Clicking, the sound activating an instant connection to the chittering sound you heard before. You instantly put the gun in safety, raising your hands. “Wait—!” You called out, your breathing unsteady. “I know you’re there— I am no threat, just please— come out.”

You knew you were taking a great risk here— it could be a noise produced by a xenomorph, something to trick you. However, you felt your shoulders relax when you saw a form appear in front of you— some sort of cloaking device.

They were covered in a mix of things, human blood, a neon green substance you assumed to be their blood, and the blades on their arm were partially melted, seemingly from an acidic substance— xenomorph blood.

“I found—“ You choked slightly on your words, your mouth still dry from fear. “I found someone— I think uhm—“ You continued to fumble as you slugged the backpack off your shoulders, gently placing it on the ground. Unzipping it, you reached in to carefully pick up the child, lifting him into the air.

In a matter of seconds— it felt like, you saw two more figures uncloak. Your fight or flight kicked in as the largest one approached. (Unfortunately you had the third option, freeze). The alien grabbed the small child from your stiff hands, immediately clutching the child close, purring deeply.

Her attention split to you for a second, your expression being that of a neglected pup— frightened and small. “You come with us.” The voice sputtered out, robotic and a mix of voices. It wasnt hard to piece together that whatever translator they had was splicing together voices or audios to create sentences. “W-Wait, but I have to get back to my crew—“ you protested, alarmed at the… strangely nice but scary gesture.

The robotic voice answered quickly, the monotone inflection didn’t help to soothe you. “Dead. We killed. You come with us.”

It was hard to let that sink in, especially in a short time. However you were glad you weren’t much fond of the crew— mainly military-employed, egotistical, assholes. Not like you had much of a choice here. What would your bosses do if you came back, empty handed? You spent resources on an expedition with no true reward, and the rest of the crew dead. You’d be a fool to think that capitalism would view you kindly. They’d consider you a waste. Demote or kill you, maybe a lifetime of debt as punishment. “O…Okay, I’ll come with.”

The mother puffed out her chest, a hopefully positive response. As she turned around to lead you off, she did seem confident with your answer, likely glad you atleast weren’t a fool. Wherever they took you, you atleast had a long story ahead of you.

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Yautja Introduction

-Ath’aun edition

-Ath’aun has a decent build for a Yautja, being 7’4 (within average range) and on the meatier side

-He is built for hotter temperatures, and has made game on volcanic planets due to finding the setting appealing

-His body is a dark, charcoal grey, but when it gets to his neck/belly/inner arms, it fades into a charred orangeish/red color

-His patterns along his body almost look like tiger stripes, dark (barely visible once it fades into the grey part of his skin)

-He has longer tendrils/hair than most, so when he’s hunting it is tied up in a specific way where it doesnt hurt and its out of his way

-Despite his volcanic appearance, he has black scleras with silverish eyes (kinda scary to look at ngl,,, reminding me of those halloween contacts)

-He favors going for larger prey, so he doesnt actually hunt humans often, rarely goes out of his way to even encounter them

-He is blooded / has been for a long while but he is nowhere near an elders status

the first of my yautja ocs! I wanted to make an introductory post so people can pick their faves / request content for them later on as I continue to write hehe