#Aliens vs Predator

[talesfrommedinastation]

The amount of shitty Predator fanboy garbage I dealt with this weekend has me so fucking infuriated that I feel like I need to draw Predator romance just to piss them off.

Well, it IS June., and if you’re not pissing off conservative losers, then WHAT IS THE POINT.

[ladyfluffbutt]

Got to do a spicey redesign of one of @the-hapless-ace ‘s yautja ocs.

[illaende]

I actually don't think that's mean to be Big Mama 1) That is such a tiny lady compared to how we usually see Big Mama I don't really know if this gal was ever properly named but in the comic she's from (Predator Deadliest of The Species Issue #11)

She's described as a widow but nothing else really.

enjoy this pic of big mama in a pretty dress 😚👗

[theglasshatstud10]

Usually I find that there is two sides to the predator fandom, and the devision between the two is such a massive contrast that they may aswell be different fandoms. And they tolotate eachother at most, lemme explain.

Like on one side you have enjoyers ranging from just really enjoying some of the films to being deep into the lore, books and comics. However this side just focuses on what is already established and they don't delve any deeper than that really.

A lot of this side of the fandom (from what I've observed and correct me if im wrong), tends to be streight cis men who like the "testosterone fulled action," of the franchise. Usually, they're also the type to claim that the yautja have a patriarchal society, and theyre usually the ones that make the bad gooner art of the females, but never dare to draw them without their helmets (cowards).

And then you have the girlie pop side, that is obsessed to the point of engaging in fanfiction, x reader/oc stuff, yautja OCs etc. The fan content here tends to be much more engaging and fun, and usually we make yautja society more matriarchal (as it should be) and the gooner art we do make tends to be tasteful and actual monster fucker material. Need i say any more about this side?

Whoever is the more true fandom is up for debate, as for who likes the franchise more? Also up for debate. However the start constant between these two sides is hilariously insane to the point that you can't put a scale on it.

[zy-0021r]

My version of Machiko Noguchi.

Esp:

Admito que me costó mucho dibujarla, incluso estuve pensando en dibujarla de cuerpo completo, ya tenía el boceto (más o menos) pero al final decidí dibujarla como en la ilustración, me basé en sus dos versiones.

Eng (Google translator):

I admit that it was very difficult for me to draw her, I was even thinking about drawing her full body, I already had the sketch (more or less) but in the end I decided to draw her like in the illustration, I based it on its two versions.

[multific]

His Wife

At'Roh x Reader

Summary: Nothing is scarier than a Yautja who's protecting their mate. And At'Roh is no different, he is worse.

A/N: Another Yautja I made up for all of your pleasure. The above photo is not mine! Credit goes to its owner. Enjoy.

You looked up at him. 

You were smiling as you walked by his side, proud. 

The wedding ceremony was held yesterday, now you are officially his.

His mate.

You have come a long way, from running away from home, getting picked up by an alien and now being a part of their tribe.

You were proud of the long journey you had.

Now, it was time for a different one.

Marriage.

It has been almost 10 years since they took you from Earth. You understood their language, their traditions and their behaviour.

You fell in love with the new tribe leader almost immediately.

He was still young, losing his father to old age, and At'Roh became a young leader.

Young yet fierce.

Many claimed that he was crazy, even with Yautja standards.

One proof of this was the way he got you.

He wanted you, a little human, At'Roh craved something different, something exotic, taking a human as a wife was just that.

But as time passed, and you two grew closer and closer, he couldn't deny the facts.

The facts were that he not only wanted you as a wife due to you being a human.

A fierce human who kept him on his toes, who was not afraid to say no to him.

You rejected his marriage proposal at least five times.

You hoped At'Roh would give up, but he didn't.

Your little play of cat and mouse ended in a way no one expected. 

Everyone thought you two would bring a war within the tribe.

Instead, you two fell in love.

---

It was late at night, you were sleeping in his arms, and everything was perfect until it wasn't.

It all happened so fast.

You knew your mate would immediately go and fight to protect his tribe.

All you need to do is find the other females and go with them.

You have done this before when your tribe was attacked by a group of bad-blood yautja.

At'Roh looked at you one last time before heading out, you gave him a nod. 

You knew what you needed to do.

But it wasn't so easy this time.

The bad-bloods this time had a plan, and you played right into their hand.

They got you way too easy, but they didn't kill you.

Instead, they dragged you to their leader. 

No matter what you tried, you couldn't escape. 

"He's going to get me, you know!" you told him as soon as they tossed you to his legs. "And he will kill you all!!!" you knew they understood, even if they didn't speak your language. 

"At'Roh is dead." the leader replied before they chained you. Your face fell.

He wasn't dead. He couldn't be.

"Liar." was the last thing you said before the collar clicked around your neck.

The long chain connecting to your neck was given to their leader and you were dragged along as they all ran.

They had no ships. 

It was good, there was a chance At'Roh could find you before they got you to a ship and flew away.

You just needed to hold out and slow them down somehow.

---

At'Roh's heavy breathing was the only thing in the house.

He couldn't even see due to his anger.

You were gone.

His wife was gone.

He knew the way this attack played out was too easy. They had a plan. And the plan wasn't to kill him, the plan was to take you.

At'Roh took a deep breath before putting all of his gear on.

If these bad bloods wanted to play, he was going to destroy them.

Hunting was his speciality. At'Roh loved to hunt maybe a bit too much. While other Yautja excelled at it, he became a monster. A crazed hunter who knew nothing else.

Finding you will be a simple task. His blood was boiling because you were taken.

He wanted to save his tribe only to play right into their hands and help them take you.

It was all a trap to kidnap you. It was a level of disrespect he could not forgive.

At'Roh received information that a female saw a group taking you into the forest, they saw no ships.

At'Roh figured they were taking you to a ship to take you away.

And so, the hunt was on.

---

You have not stopped walking since they got you.

A group of four soldiers and a leader.

They have been dragging you along for hours.

You were beginning to get tired.

You felt like you needed to sit down, but they refused. No matter how you begged.

Looks like their perfect plan had a huge flaw.

They didn't take your refusal and unwillingness to cooperate into much consideration.

They honestly thought they could just drag you along and leave with you.

And this gives time for At'Roh to find you.

You managed to find a sharp stone and cut your hand, hoping to give a trail to At'Roh so he could find you more easily.

You hoped it was enough.

---

At'Roh's anger didn't lessen as he continued his hunt. 

It only grew as he noticed blood on the ground.

He only needed the smallest whiff to tell that it was indeed your blood.

He rubbed the wet material on his finger, watching as it almost coated his fingertip.

He hated that.

He didn't want to see you hurt.

It only fueled his anger and he marched forward, angrier than ever.

He will definitely make sure to kill every last one of them.

It was now morning when he finally caught up with the bad bloods. 

Now he just needed a plan to save you from them.

Thankfully his mind was on autopilot almost since the moment he realized you were taken. 

He moved with such ease, killing everyone that came his way.

At'Roh left no survivors.

Due to the chaos, your scent started to mix with others but he managed to find you.

With a knife to your neck as the leader of the bad bloods had you in front of him.

"Let her go." At'Roh demanded with a dangerously low voice. "If you hurt her, I will kill you."

"You will kill me either way. Why not give you some trouble in the meantime?" you understood everything they were saying and you understood what was happening, what you needed to do. You prepared yourself.

"At'Roh," you said his name, hoping to survive this mess.

His eyes moved to you only for a second, the Yautja behind you took this as an opportunity but you also moved. Moving back towards the alien behind you, using all of your body weight, causing his knife only to gaze at your skin, minimalizing the damage. 

Your movement caused the Yautja behind you to fall giving At'Roh enough time to catch up and move you behind himself before he pounced on the bad blood.

You didn't move, watching your mate defending you as he killed the bad blood.

With a loud scream, he killed the other and stood victorious.

But soon, he turned to you and hugged you.

You didn't even care for the bright green blood on his hands or body. You knew it wasn't his.

Soon, he pulled back and looked at your neck, leaning down to lick along the small cut, helping it heal.

"Take me home," you said, and he understood.

Picking you up with one hand he carried you back towards your tribe.

You were so exhausted, that you fell asleep in his arms as he carried you.

You slept almost the entire day away, exhausted from the way you were dragged along, you only woke up when it was almost night again.

At'Roh was, of course, by your side.

You didn't know but you could guess that he never left your side not once.

You looked into his eyes and you felt safe. You felt at home.

"I will not let this happen ever again."

"It's okay, you killed them and saved me." you placed your forehead against his.

You felt his finger trace your neck, where your cut used to be.

At'Roh will make sure this won't happen ever again, you were way too important for him.

You were his wife after all.

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[xplore-the-unknwn]

They were my first ship before I even knew what a ship was-

The alien/predator franchise needs to give us a human and Yautja duo again. Trust.

[avpcentral]

A Predator by mist XG

[illaende]

Shut up and happy birthday every Yautja ever

[rufinator]

"You don't understand what you're dealing with."

Another scribble of my Praetorian Xeno OC Shade, inspired from AVP.

Her design is a combination of my favourite castes (Drone, Praetorian and Queen)

[devils-after-dark]

Despite how much of a nightmare, AVP Requiem was to watch. Wolf was a joy to see and this specific scene has gotten me WRITHING in my seat.

HELLO?? WHAT A SCENE.

[avaleigh16]

Hell can I have an ask about reader who came from our world who is a big fan of predators who can read, write and speak their language and fight like them too gets teleported to yautja prime and I guess she was looking around for shelter and she found a clan so she entered their clan grounds hoping she doesn't get killed and she found a pyramid (from what I remember seeing in one of the movies) which turns out to be where the clan has its important meetings. And the elder clan leader let's call him Kar'dokh (if you don't mind) was having meeting with other nearby clans so reader accidently enters the meeting room filled with other clan leaders and their most trusted soldiers standing by their side and the silence was LOUD

Reader: .... 

Kar'dokh and the other clan leaders: .... 

*Kar'dokh gets up about to kill her*

*Reader speaks in yautja*: wait I mean no harm I swear!! 

And like all of the yautjas were flabbergasted to find this out and they were suspicious of her cause how does a human know so much about their people? (cause in the world no human ever went to yautja prime) so word got out and everyone wanted to see the human including people from other clans, so fast forward reader and kar'dokh got close -e ends up liking her try's courting her but she pretends to be oblivious to it

Kar'dokh: ooman

Reader: yes? 

Kar'dokh: why do you refuse to be my mate? Am I not a worthy enough male for you? I have you know I have strong seed to sire strong pups so why do you refuse me? 

Reader: what...? What do you...huh? Kar'dokh you are an alien I wouldn't even be able to give you children! 

Kar'dokh: my people's technology can fix that issue so be my mate

Reader: I... I can't 

Kar'dokh: and why not? 

Reader: because I'm human!!! 

Kar'dokh: not valuable reason. Try again

Reader: why do you even like me!?!? Kar'dokh: because I am attracted to you

Reader: *tip toe’s and manages to grab him by the shoulders* raise your standard!!!!

Kar'dokh: *slams hand into metal and puts a deep dent into it then proceed to grab her by the risk*

AND BOOM he pounces on her, corners her against the wall gets her to confess her feelings and they do the super Spicy boombayah doggie style😉

And she somehow got pregnant a few days later 

SORRY FOR IT BEING LONG!!!!! 

The air was thick with a mix of tension and anticipation as the reader stepped through the massive, ornate entrance of the pyramid. Intricate carvings adorned the walls, each depicting legendary hunts and battles won by the Yautja. She took a deep breath, attempting to calm her racing heart as she realized she had stumbled into an important meeting—something she had only seen in movies.

As her eyes adjusted to the dim light, she could see the imposing figures of clan leaders seated in a semicircle, their imposing armor gleaming even in the low light. Each Yautja held a presence that commanded respect and fear, their own soldiers standing vigil beside them like statues carved from stone. Kar'dokh, the elder clan leader, sat at the center, his mandibles clicking softly as he exchanged low growls with the other leaders.

The moment she stepped further into the room, the conversations ceased abruptly. It was as if the very air froze, and all attention pivoted to her, a lone human who had just entered their sacred space. The silence became palpable, vibrating against her skin like a heavy weight.

**The Encounter**

Realizing her mistake, she took a step back, heart pounding in her chest. "Uh... I'm sorry! I didn't mean to interrupt!" Her voice broke the silence, much like a pebble dropped in a still pond. The whispered languages of Yautja surrounded her, their murmurs curious yet cautious.

Kar'dokh leaned forward, his piercing gaze scrutinizing her. With his deep, rumbling voice, he spoke, "You are not of our kind. What brings you to our sacred grounds, little one?"

The reader found her voice steadier than she expected. “I’m a traveler, a fan of your culture—I know your language, your customs… I mean no harm. I just… needed shelter.”

The clan leaders exchanged glances, some nodding in intrigue while others maintained their stoic expressions.

**Tension and Curiosity**

Her heart raced as she spotted the flicker of interest in their eyes. “You speak our tongue,” one of the younger Yautja remarked, their voice low, a mix of awe and suspicion. He adjusted his plasma caster, the gesture drawing even more attention to her presence.

Kar'dokh raised a hand, silencing the room again. “It is rare for one of your kind to gain knowledge of our ways. Perhaps you can share your tales of the hunt?”

At the mention of 'hunt', she felt a rush of excitement. "I could! I’ve studied your strategies, your history—”

Before she could finish, the temperature in the room shifted. “To speak of the hunt is one thing, but to understand it on the battlefield is another,” he interjected, his eyes narrowing as he scrutinized her. “Are you prepared to face the trials of our kind?”

The surrounding clan leaders nodded, some even leaned closer, seemingly intrigued by this unexpected turn of events.

**A New Beginning**

With a mixture of fear and exhilaration, she straightened her back. “I can fight,” she declared, recalling the training she had undertaken in preparation for such a fantasy—a reality that was now laid bare before her. “I may not be a Yautja, but I’m willing to prove myself.”

The room buzzed with energy; a challenge issued, and the allure of a fascinating encounter hung in the air. Kar'dokh considered her for a long moment, a glint of respect shining in his ancient eyes. “Very well, human. If you seek shelter amongst our clan, you must earn it as we do.”

With that, the tension in the room began to dissolve, replaced by the eager anticipation of an unusual alliance. The reader felt her pulse quicken, but this time it was with a sense of hope—perhaps this was the beginning of a new chapter in her life, one where she could truly embrace the world she had admired from afar.

---

Kar'dokh: ooman

Reader: yes? 

Kar'dokh: why do you refuse to be my mate? Am I not a worthy enough male for you? I have you know I have strong seed to sire strong pups so why do you refuse me? 

Reader: what...? What do you...huh? Kar'dokh you are an alien I wouldn't even be able to give you children! 

Kar'dokh: my people's technology can fix that issue so be my mate

Reader: I... I can't 

Kar'dokh: and why not? 

Reader: because I'm human!!! 

Kar'dokh: not valuable reason. Try again

Reader: why do you even like me!?!? Kar'dokh: because I am attracted to you

Reader: *tip toe’s and manages to grab him by the shoulders* raise your standard!!!!

Kar'dokh: *slams hand into metal and puts a deep dent into it then proceed to grab her by the risk*

---

As the echoes of the metal crumpling under Kar'dokh's strength subsided, the atmosphere shifted, charged with palpable tension. Reader's heart raced, caught in the grip of the imposing Yautja who loomed over her. His fierce visage, filled with determination, mirrored the mounting emotions within her.

"Kar'dokh, please!" she implored, momentarily distracted by the depth of his golden eyes. "This isn't how—"

He leaned closer, the sharpness of his mandibles framing a smirk. "How what, ooman? You speak so often of your ways; enlighten me. Is it not how your kind courts?"

Reader swallowed hard, the mix of fear and exhilaration swirling inside her. "Not exactly by pouncing and cornering someone!" she exclaimed, her voice wobbly yet defiant.

His response was a low rumble of laughter that reverberated in his chest. "Then teach me your ways, little human. Show me how to win your affection properly. But first, I need to know what you desire."

Her indignation flared, but there was a glimmer of a smile tugging at her lips. “I desire a chance to understand your culture, to communicate without fear. This… this forcefulness isn’t how I want things to begin,” she replied, trying to keep her composure.

"Then we shall understand each other," he promised solemnly, moving back just enough to give her breathing room. "But do not think I will give up so easily."

Days turned into a whirlwind of discovery, each interaction with Kar'dokh rife with playful banter and unspoken chemistry. Reader found herself drawn to his strength, his honor, and the fierce loyalty he exhibited to his clan. In turn, Kar'dokh seemed enamored with her wit and resilience. He was persistent in his courting, albeit in increasingly unorthodox ways for a human.

"Kar'dokh," she said one evening as they shared a meal together, the alien delicacies both daunting and fascinating, “is it really that you find me attractive? I’m so different from the Yautja. I don’t have the strength or the skills you're used to."

He leaned forward, intensity igniting the air between them. "It is precisely your difference that intrigues me. You are unique, and thus more valuable."

Reader felt warmth blossom in her chest. His forthright admiration was unlike anything she had ever faced. Could it be that this fierce warrior genuinely cared for her?

Just as she was about to respond, she felt a wave of nausea crash over her. She clasped her hand over her mouth, bolting from the table. “Excuse me!”

Kar'dokh watched with concern as she dashed away, brow furrowing.

Days later, with the nausea intensifying and the signs becoming undeniable, she finally gathered the courage to confide in Kar'dokh.

“Kar'dokh, I need to talk to you about something serious,” she said, her voice trembling.

He stood, towering and intimidating, but his expression softened as he approached with a lingering curiosity. “Is it about my proposal again? Because I still stand by my earlier—”

“No! No, it’s not that. It’s…” She hesitated, swallowing hard. “I think I might be pregnant.”

Silence enveloped them, and the world felt suspended in time.

His eyes widened, his expression morphing from confusion to elation in an instant. “Strong offspring? A mix of Yautja and human?” He paused, realization dawning. “You are certain?”

Reader nodded, her heartbeat echoing in her ears. “I took a test. I never expected it—I didn’t even know—”

Kar'dokh threw his head back, a deep, rumbling laugh echoing through the hall. “This is glorious news! We shall celebrate! A union between our worlds, a new lineage!”

“Wait, wait! This is all happening so fast! What about clan traditions? What do I do?” she exclaimed, a mix of excitement and dread bubbling up inside.

Kar'dokh stepped closer, placing a solid hand on her shoulder. “You will be honored among my clan, ooman. We will protect you and nurture our young. And I will ensure you are made aware of all that you must know.”

As he spoke, Reader felt the gravity of her situation settle in, but with Kar'dokh by her side, she at least had support—even if it came in the form of a towering warrior from a different world.

---

[machetelanding]

1998 teaser ad for Aliens Vs. Predator (PC)

[flexingtyger99]

Predator/Aliens/Terminator

[multific]

Motherhood

Yautja x Reader

Summary: After you gave birth to your son, it took you some time to get used to having a half-Yautja and half-human. 

You felt sore all over. 

You moved against the fur but your whole body felt sore.

You could hear your mate’s soft breathing, it immediately made you feel at ease.

Yet, something felt out of place.

As you stirred from your sleep, you sat up in your bed and looked around. Everything looked normal, except for one thing.

The little child who used to be under your heart was now in a crib beside you. 

You looked at your mate, sleeping soundly beside you.

He got used to sleeping with you to the point where he didn’t even care anymore if you moved or woke up. 

It wasn’t always like that.

He often woke up with you when he took you into his home, but he got gradually used to you being with him.

You moved over to the crib, leaving the warmth of your bed, you stood up and got your son out of his crib.

It was a little strange to call him your son, after all, he looked nothing like you.

He looked like a pure Yautja, except for his eyes, his eyes were yours.

He wasn’t sleeping when you lifted him out of his crib, instead, he was watching, learning.

You ignored all the pain in your body as you moved out of the bedroom and into what you would call a kitchen.

You got yourself a glass of water as you sat down on one of the chairs. With your child in your arms, you moved him so you could see his face.

He laid in your lap.

“Will you never cry?” But your Baby had no reply. Of course, he didn’t he wasn’t even a day old. You watched him as his eyes wandered from your eyes to your chest and hands. 

You held a finger out to him, which caught his attention and he immediately grabbed it.

He continued to watch your finger as you smiled.

This little moment reminded you that even if he looked like a Yautja, he was still a baby.

Your baby.

This little boy in your lap was not so long ago in your stomach.

It was crazy to think about.

Your house felt a little too quiet, usually you were never up without your mate. So, this felt a little strange. 

You looked at your son.

“How am I supposed to feed you?” You said as you lifted him, trying to see if he was hungry or not. He was, you didn’t know how, but you could tell.

You pulled your nightgown down and you didn’t know how, but he was a natural.

You watched as he fed. 

He truly didn’t feel like your son. You looked after so many Yautja babies when you joined their tribe, this felt almost like one of those moments.

Except for the feeding part. Only a mother can feed their child.

And your son was no exception.

While he was born into a very high place in the hunting tribe, he was still your son. 

A highly anticipated member.

Your Mate was the right had of the tribe leader, a high position with lots of responsibilities.

One of which was to bring a son into the world.

Which you just managed to do.

You had a pregnancy which left your body sore and your mate feared the worst, but thankfully, you were able to give birth without any major issues.

And now, here you were, holding him and feeding him.

Your thumb ran down his little cheek, right next to where his mandibles were.

“You are beautiful.” You smiled and the child just kept looking at you.

Once he finished eating you pulled your gown back and pulled him to your chest, laying him down.

Did Yautja babies even burp?

Guess you will find out soon.

He did burp.

A small little burp.

And soon, he was off again.

You got up from the chair and headed back to the bedroom.

You got in, the fire was still going, but now, your mate was up.

He looked at you then at your son in your arms.

“He was hungry.” You said as you put him back into his crib before climbing back on the furs.

You let out a long yawn before getting under the covers. 

Your mate made a sound before laying back down himself. You lay down closer to him as he pulled you closer.

Maybe it was a difficult thing to give birth to a Yautja baby. Maybe it was difficult being married to one as well.

But you loved them both with all of your heart and that was enough, more than enough.

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[theglasshatstud10]

Ok so I know this isnt my main fandom but I just need to rant about this because its something that has always pissed me off about the AVP/Predator/Yautja fandom.

I hate HATE it when people draw the female yautja in that fuck ass sooner artstyle, you know the one, where they give them abnormally large boobs, hips and abnormally tiny waists to go with it.

Like, don't get me wrong, I live for women with large boobs and thunder thighs, however it gets to a point, especially when its so obviously gooner shit and it looks male gazy. I also have no problems with gooner art, but as I said, it gets to a point.

Like tell me why I was just scrolling through pintrest, looking at yaitja females, haveing a fantastic time and all of the sudden I see what is basically anime girl hentai body proportions but with a yautja head and abbs attached to it, THANKS YOU HAVE RUINED MY THIRST SESH WITH THIS!!!!