#2) too many xenomorph

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romulus review: if the first movie didnt have enough explicit sex/pregnancy/birth horror for u go see alien: romulus! in theatres now!

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Hoping to post this fic later today/night and I may just start writing another Singularity fic after that 😅

After thinking about it, I think purposely trying to write long focs is what's really stressing me out. But I obviously find it easier to write shorter things.

My point is, the plot based stories for Seven and Hux might just come in shorter parts (which might hopefully flow into longer ones like the first Xenomorph fic which accidentally ended up being 7k+ words)

Just trying out stuff, I don't want to make promises because of course I end up stressing myself out more that way. I just want you guys to be aware that those stories' parts might be shorter but that doesn't mean I'm reducing any storyline 😊

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ROUND 2

You can vote in this if you're cis, trans, whatever, just don't start bitching about how these "aren't related to gender" in the notes. You are encouraged to tell me what you pick though!

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Constellation

Wolf Yautja x Reader

Summary: You loved living alone in your cottage. You moved out to be alone for a reason, you hated people, and you wanted to be left alone. And you were alone until a certain pair of eyes started following you.

You saw the news on the TV.

Aliens.

And yet you ignored it.

You tried to live the life you wanted for so long as best as you could.

For as long as you could.

You still took care of your land, fed your animals and did your daily chores as usual.

You did see a couple of ships pass over your home but nothing more.

You have never seen an alien. Only on TV.

It appeared that they were fighting. 

Then the government decided to nuke the city to kill both aliens.

It looked like it was the end of it all.

But little did you know, for you, it was only the beginning. 

You had a feeling that you were being watched. 

The feeling not quite leaving you alone. You tried to look. You walked around your land, in the woods, nothing, no one. 

Could it be that you were becoming more and more paranoid? Could it be because of isolation?

You were imagining things.

Until one evening, when you heard noises inside your house.

Loud distinctive noises of someone walking around.

Fear struck you. 

You couldn't move out of bed. You just laid there, blankets up to your chin as you were shaking. Your heart beat out of your chest as the door to your room opened.

The person was huge, way too tall for a human, they had to dodge under the door to move in.

Then, came a clicking sound.

This is when you realized, this was no human.

There was a God damn alien in your home!

You knew you couldn't do anything. This thing could tear you apart in a matter of seconds.

You pretended to be asleep, hoping it would leave.

It watched you for a minute or two, which for you felt like an eternity before it left.

After the alien creature left, you rushed to see how it got in.

All doors and windows were locked from the inside. But you surely heard its footsteps moving into the woods next to your home.

You were utterly confused.

How did it get in?!

Why did it get in? What did it want?

It didn't take anything, it didn't hurt you, so what could it want?!

For the upcoming days, you didn't sleep.

The thing came every night, sometimes late in the night sometimes earlier. It just stood there and did nothing.

By the third time you were considering asking it what did it want. Or staying awake to see how it would react.

But you were too afraid.

Then two weeks later, as you were leaving your home, the skull of a deer with antlers was on your porch. It was placed there delicately, facing the door so you wouldn't miss it.

You were sure it was the alien.

Was this its sign to show you that it could kill you? You already knew that.

You took the skull and left it on your porch. You thought if you ignored it long enough, it would get tired and just leave you alone.

But it didn't.

The next day, another animal skull was placed on your steps. Looked to be a cat or a dog.

Then, something like a fox and finally, a wolf skull.

You began to have quite a collection. But you didn't understand. Was this thing trying to intimidate you?

It was working.

You just refused to leave because you spent your life building this place into a home.

But, was your life worth staying?

It showed that it could easily kill you.

But then why was it hiding?

Why did it already kill you and take what it wanted?

What did it want?

--- 2 months ago ---

Yautja prided themselves if they died during a fight.

It was the most honourable death they could ever ask for.

He fought many xenomorphs. One even left its scar on him. 

And yet, now as he was fighting, he survived.

He got back on his ship and left, but his ship got damaged and it broke down in the woods.

Wolf had to fix his ship so he could go back to Yautja Prime.

On his way to find some materials he could use he stumbled upon a farm, he knew some humans lived out in the wild in their houses, away from other humans.

He hid behind a tree and observed, trying to figure out if this human opposed any danger to him.

The first time he saw you was when you took care of your crops.

He concluded that you were nothing but a harmless little human.

And yet, for the next two weeks, he found himself watching you. He sat up on the tree and watched you all day and fixed his ship all night.

He walked around your crops, looking at everything.

To him, it was clear that you were a provider. Much like the females on his planet, you took care of food while the males hunted.

But you had no male. Which was quite interesting to him.

How come no male humans wanted you as their mate?

One night, he got brave and decided to go inside the house while you slept.

He checked your home and found nothing of interest besides you.

He watched as you slept.

He stood there for hours, watching you. 

You were so different from him, yet so similar. 

You preferred to be alone, much like him. 

You didn't have a mate, much like him.

He liked you. Which was extremely rare for him. During his life, he never looked for anyone like he did for you.

And so, he made his decision.

He will court you, win you and bring you back to his planet.

It was a simple plan for him.

And so, the first skull was placed on your doorstep.

You yawned as you got out of the bath, heading to the kitchen for some water before heading to bed, you stopped in your tracks.

It was here.

It was standing right in front of you. It was huge and grey and green and tall and... and you nearly fainted.

You knew you couldn't fight this thing. 

You had no chance against it.

It raised its hands and pulled its helmet off, revealing its face.

This alien looked a lot like the one you saw on the TV once.

The one that fought the other.

You noted the scar on its face as it made a clicking sound. It started to walk towards you, you backed up into the fridge. 

It raised its hand and placed a palm against your cheek. You looked into its eyes for the first time.

And somehow, you felt calm.

It made you calm down.

He made you calm down.

"What do you want?" you asked, hoping he would understand.

But he just made the same clicking sound as he did before. 

"Why did you leave the skulls?" you asked and he moved his hand to the armour on his wrist and pushed a couple of buttons.

"Gi-fts." said a very broken robotic voice.

"Why did you leave me gifts?" you watched as he pushed more buttons.

"Gifts for Mate." 

"Mate?" you asked and he nodded. Realization hit you and you realized, he was leaving you gifts so that he could court you. This must be an alien custom. "What are you?"

"Yautja."

"What's your name?"

"Wolf." the machine seemingly translated his name, but it was okay. "Your name?"

"My name is Y/N."

He nodded again.

"I want to take you to my planet. So we can marry." your eyes widened.

"Marry?"

"Strong female," he pointed at you, "Strong male." you would have assumed that he would have some issue having to marry you, wouldn't they only marry their own?

"Give me time. Two months. T-Then I will go with you." what were you saying? Why did you say that?! You didn't want to go! But you had no other options! This... Wolf clearly would get what he wants.

Maybe... those two months will be enough for you to get used to the thought.

Maybe those two months will be enough for you to grow some form of attachment. 

Maybe... hopefully.

For the next two months, he stayed with you in the house. 

The first week there was a lot of rain and storm so you were inside.

Most of the time you just kept looking at him or watched TV. He didn't speak, but he did notice the skulls you put up above your fireplace.

It filled him with pride, it meant you liked his presents.

That you accepted his courting.

For the upcoming days you cooked for both of you, since you weren't exactly sure what food he liked, you tried steak with potatoes. You can't go wrong with that.

And you didn't. He enjoyed it very much. Then the next day, he brought you cut meat, from where you were afraid to ask.

But you did cook everything that he brought to your home.

And he ate it all.

He still watched as you slept.

But instead of panicking, you found yourself enjoying having him there. He made you feel safe and you found that you wouldn't be able to fall asleep without him in the room. 

You woke up each and every morning more and more comfortable in his presence, which did make you worry.

Turned out, you didn't hate company, you hated human company.

Wolf being the big alien that he was tried his best to be careful around you. He followed you everywhere, he watched you and learned. 

He learned a lot about you from just watching you in the woods, but now, now he knew even more.

He saw the way you worked, how gentle and delicate you could be. But he also watched you chop up wood, showing that you can be strong when need be.

He liked it.

He was proud to pick such an amazing Mate.

It was the last day, two months had gone by and his ship was ready, he was ready.

He entered your house and found you in the kitchen, you looked out your window as if trying to memorize everything. But when you realized that he was behind you, you turned and smiled at him. A gesture he wished he could give back.

"I'm almost ready." you said with a heavy heart, but you were also ready to leave and be with Wolf, see where that path would take you.

And you felt ready for the adventure, it scared you but you felt ready.

You just wanted to remember this place.

You looked back out the window when he came up behind you, standing behind you, you felt his huge body but you didn't feel scared. 

It felt good.

He felt safe.

He was a good two heads taller than you.

You didn't say a word as you turned around and looked at him. You really looked at his scar and his eye. You knew he still could see with it, but his vision wasn't the best on that one.

You could also assume that one of his... mandibles was missing. It's place is still present.

You wished you could ask, you wished he could tell you. He lowered himself, allowing you to reach his face as you reached up and ran your fingers down his scars.

You wished you were there to help him, you could have eased his pain.

And, just like that, you were ready.

--- 3 years later ---

Yautja Prime was very different from Earth.

Yautja were very different from humans.

You learned that Wolf was quite the loner. His name fit him very well.

He preferred to be alone in his home, working on his ship or head on a mission for a hunt.

He liked being with you.

You two were very similar.

You didn't enjoy the company of others, but you enjoyed having the others around.

On your wedding night, Wolf told you how Yautja found their mates.

He also told you about true mates. Which is what you would call soulmates.

He explained how he felt as if you two were true mates and you didn't agree at the time, but now you did.

Spending your last three years with him, you can confidently say that you are in love with him.

You only feel complete when he is there.

And from what he told you, he felt the same. You wore the necklace he gifted you with pride.

And you waited for him every day when he was away on a hunt. He always came back victorious with many gifts.

He proved his worth to you as a male and a Mate.

And so, you never once regretted coming with him. Even if you were nervous in the beginning.

He made sure you had a warm bed, filled with furs.

Every night he came to the bed, he held you close to him, keeping your smaller body close and safe.

You slept with the confidence of having him there. Knowing he would protect you if anything was to happen.

Not like anything ever did.

You found yourself not missing your old life.

The view you spent so much time trying to memorize, long forgotten. 

All because of him.

You woke up every morning in his arms.

His body wasn't warm nor was it cold. But the feeling of his skin under your fingers always lets you know that he was there.

And you couldn't ask for more.

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Hi! I was wondering if you could write a Predator x reader?

Leads to smut (0u0")

Where he breaks into he readers house/apartment for safety, he looks around and his heat sensors pick up the readers body heat.. He notices she's mostly defenseless but searchers her for weapons.. in the process he's touching her everywhere then leaves. he comes back a few nights later to see her and then BOOM SMUTTY SMUT!

This. . . This is just amazing! Ofc, and enjoy the treat. I'm gonna use Scar boy from AvP, he's my favorite Yautja out of them all heheheh. This is also my first monster/predator smut so. . . Please do be gentle with the comments if u don't approve 🥹

A/n: the Yautjas can roughly speak human languages, I'm using this from the end scene of Predator (1987) movie. I'll give them a reason to speak as well, don't worry. There's a plot for that lol.

Mission XXXIV-XXXV

Pairing: !Yautja!Scar x !F!Shy!Reader

Summary: After making an escape from the Alien Queen, Scar manages to hide away within an empty home—not knowing who was still there and wide awake. After finding and searching the shy human to make sure that she was no threat, she was rather aroused by the strange creature's lingering touches. When he leaves, he can't get the woman out of his mind, causing the Yautja to run back to where she was just a few nights later to finish what he had unintentionally started.

Warnings: Blood and gore, death, adult language, eventual smut, gentle sex (Scar a horny mf but he's a gentle giant imo), size kink, oral (F receiving), unprotected sex (wrap it before ya tap it folks), fluff, anonymous ending.

Part 2

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Many things happen for a reason, times of events line up for destruction or something wonderful. Not right now apparently, not for Scar. This was destruction, he wiped out the rampant Xenomorph younglings, now the Queen was left. She was raging with fury as she searched for the few Yautjas who were hiding and planning their ways to kill the unforgiving creature.

Scar was wounded—bleeding out the neon green substance from his left shoulder. He shouldn't have let his guard down, he could've spotted that one Xenomorph that leapt at him. At least he made it out alive, he'll make it back to his planet soon. He entered a home, it was dark but he used his mask to read the room. Everything was clear, before he saw the acidic burn on a book that fell onto the floor from the fallen bookshelf.

His guard was already on high alert, his weapon at hand as he slowly approached a broken door where he saw a tail of a Xenomorph lying lifeless. It was already dead, he scanned the room once more, this time using the heat sensor built within his mask. He caught the glowing body within the dark kitchen, the lights flickered on by her trembling hand. She seemed to stunned to even react by the giant watching her, her clothes were disheveled, a few cuts on her arms but not too much damage.

She didn't move from her place, still taking in who this was. "You're one of them. . ." She muttered before her eyes moved to the side. Scar followed her gaze and saw one of his fallen brothers dead in the corner, impaled through the chest most likely from the Xenomorph itself. His neon green blood coated his stilled chest and the ground beneath him.

". . . I didn't know. . . what to do. . . he tried to. . ." She whispered. Scar looked at the dead alien next, seeing that it's head and neck was severely wounded by one of the Yautjas weapons: A Wrist Scythe.

He looked to her and saw the weapon around her arm that she must've taken from the corpse to defend herself from the Xenomorph. "I-I'm s-so sorry. . ." She mumbled. His mandibles clicked as he lifted his hand and held out his index fingers, slowly circling his wrist—telling her to turn around. She read his silent command and turned around, dropping the Wrist Scythe she held behind her back as she rested her hands against the wall.

Scar scanned her body, reading the wounds she sustained as his large claws grazed over her smaller arms. His entire hand could wrap around her neck if he dare harmed her, but he was simply checking for any hidden weapons she may have carried. Gently letting his hands lower down from the sides of her breasts to her waist and hips, his large hands then clasped over her left thigh. The bridge between his thumb and index finger softly brushed against her sensitive nether regions.

She silently scolded herself to stop thinking about such disgusting thoughts, she didn't even know what this thing was or what was happening. Y/n was a shy person, not really out there in the dating or hookup life. But her thoughts were rather intrusive about this strange being that was touching her.

She felt her face heat up from the unintentional touch, he moved on and checked her other thigh—again, touching her nether regions. Palming around her calf before he stood back up and towered over her frame, his shadow completely swallowed her own. His large mitt held her left shoulder and turned her to face him. She followed his movement and let him scan her body.

He read her vitals and smelled something. . . Something rare for any Yautja to smell from a human, her very own arousal, her vitals showed that her heart was beating erratically, a sign of nervousness while her body heat rose significantly, her pupils widened as she looked away from him. She was healthy and stable, but aroused and nervous around him. Scar stepped back and looked at the fallen Yautja, Y/n slowly slid down the wall and sighed.

". . . Um. . . I. . . I'm Y/n. . . Not that, you'd need to know. . . or anything. . ." She said, Scar looked down at her, his dreadlocks hanging over his shoulders as he tilted his head. His mask translating her words into his own language, his understanding of the human languages and different types were vaguely known to his species. Only a rare few of Yautja elders knew the humans entire lot of languages by memory, no mask needed for translation.

Scar was learning bit by bit each day he spends on earth hunting down worthy opponents, and Bad Bloods. "You're hurt. . ." Her shying voice said, bringing Scar's attention back to her, "Your shoulder is bleeding. . . are. . . are you okay?"

Clicking his mandibles again, he grabbed the items he needed and started to clean his wound and patch it up. Y/n grunted as she stood up and wandered towards the dead Xenomorph, she watched it, lightly kicking it's leg to see if it really was dead. . . which it was.

After he finished patching his injury when he saw Y/n standing by the body. It twitched just a little bit caused her to jump back and squeak with fear, making Scar's mandibles click in a chuckling way at her reaction. She growled and kicked the body before looking at Scar who was checking outside for any sign of the Queen nearby. The coast was clear and he turned to pick up his fallen brother's body.

"W-Wait!" She gasped when he walked out of the door, he paused in his step and glanced at her as she stumbled out of her house while watching him with a tiny glimmer of appreciation. ". . . D-Do you have a name?" She asked him.

Scar didn't say or do anything as a response, he looked away and continued to walk away, leaving the girl alone.

~Three Days Later~

He couldn't stop thinking about her voice, her eyes, the shy voice and her smell. He refused to go back to her for three days, for those three days he still couldn't stop thinking about her. Her bravery to take on a Xenomorph, one that even a Yautja couldn't defeat.

His species never mated for life, they simply procreated to reproduce for their species. To grow more warriors for more hunts, their mating wasn't loving either. The females were known to be rough and quite deadly with the males, just making it out alive and injured was considered lucky after their mating.

But after that, they'd go their separate ways. Mating with others and every four hundred days, they'd all mate again for reproduction. But here was a Yautja, searching for the same female he had ran into by accident, a female who wasn't even a part of his species, no, of course, she was human. A species that was noteworthy of being their opponents to hunt and kill, perhaps even ally with.

But something. . . Something shined from this human, and it wasn't because of the thermal scan. This human, this female human of the human race killed a Xenomorph when one of his kind failed to do so. She wasn't a regular human, she was a warrior.

Scar quietly remained perched up in a tree as his scanners searched her house. The damaged parts of the house were cleaned up and repaired over the days, the light in her bedroom was the only thing on. There he saw her exit the restroom, wearing nothing but a towel around her body as she brushed through her semi-dried hair. She seemed low and lonely as she sat on her bed, not even hearing the camouflaged Predator entering her home.

~Y/n pov~

I turned and looked at my folded clothes to wear; it's been three days, whoever that creature was isn't coming back. I already know that's the truth, but it's so hard to accept. For those three days, I couldn't stop thinking about him. Those large hands, the claws, those dreadlocks and his large abs lining his abdomen. Fishnets on his legs, his large build, his tall height.

He couldn't be just six feet, he had to be close to seven at least. I felt stupid when I remembered how I touched myself last night, thinking about him in such erotic ways. I don't even know what he was or who he was, and yet there I was—finger fucking myself over him.

He didn't even answer me or anything, I don't even know if he had a name. I was more pissed off at myself as I stood to grab my clothes, I opened my shirt and sighed as I turned around. Gasping as I dropped the piece of clothing when my eyes landed on the behemoth in front of me. Him. . . It was him! He was here. . .

He was back. . . But. . . why? Shit, what is he going to do? Kill me? Finish whatever job he had to be here? He stepped forward and I couldn't move, I was either scared or really brave to face this giant. . . I highly doubt that I was brave, I was just petrified. I saw him raise his hand at me, was he going to strangle me? Break my neck? I closed my eyes and accepted my fate, maybe he'll make it quick.

But that anticipation was for nothing, I slightly gasped when his claw dragged against my cheekbone. I opened my eyes to see his fingers gentle caressing my skin with care, it really showed me how truly big he was. His hand could cover my entire face, I looked up at his metal covered mask, those dreadlocks were out of this world. Hesitance drowned my confidence as I lifted my hand towards him, slowly and steadily.

He didn't move or growl, that was a good sign. . . right?

I let the tip of my index finger brush one of his dreadlocks, he seemed to have shuddered from the contact. I moved my hand—thinking I did something to cause him discomfort, but that was debunked when his hand held my much smaller wrist. He brought it up to encircle one of his dreadlocks, it felt smooth, rubbery almost, fake to the touch. But it was real nonetheless.

"Y-You're back. . . Why did you come back?" I asked him with a stutter lining my words. I heard the familiar clicking come from behind his mask, I didn't understand what he was saying but I saw his hand lift towards the tubes connected to the side of his mask before pulling them out. A hiss of air was heard when his hand lifted the disguise.

I didn't know what to think when I saw his face, those large mandibles, sharp pointed teeth, sharp and deadly eyes. Never in my life have I seen a creature like him, this was an extraterrestrial level. Forget E.T, this guy definitely takes the cake. I lifted my hand and grazed my finger over his lower jaw mandibles, they clicked and spread open to reveal his teeth within.

I couldn't stop looking at him, but when I did I glanced at the towel I was wearing. My heart rate picked up as I argued back in forth in my head. What if this is truly the last time I ever see him? He'll be gone, what if he forgets about me? This is my only chance, I've never done this before, but this'll be one hell of a first time story for anyone to hear.

I closed my eyes and gulped before bringing my hand towards my towel, I looked back at the creature before pulling the cloth loose—feeling it fall down to my ankles and the cool air breeze across my bare breasts. I shuddered as the coolness, but kept my eyes on his. His clicking grew to a low growl, almost like a warning sign.

Did I read the signs wrong-? oh fuck! I can't even get a regular guy and here I am, not even getting a damn alien or whatever he was to—"Bee-U-Tiff-all. . ." His semi-audible voice growled out. I gasped at the wonder of his voice, it sounded like he tried to put the words together correctly, but with struggle of course. I grew a light smile as I placed my hand on his chest.

"I don't know. . . if you can understand what I'm saying but: you. . . are the most amazing thing I've ever seen walk the earth. . ." I said to him. His large calloused hand slithered up my arm and towards my neck, his thumb gently pushed my chin to look up at him. His large head tilted to the side as he used his unintelligible clicking to communicate to me.

"I don't understand what you're saying. . . But if you mean. . ." I glanced at my bed then back at him, I took his hand and led him near it before I let him go, crawling backwards on the bed and watched him, "If I'm misinterpreting whatever you're trying to say. . . Then I'm sorry. . . But if I'm right. . . Then can you. . . be gentle? I-I've never. . . did this." I mumbled awkwardly.

He seemed to have understood that rather quickly when he held my ankle and lifted it, like he was examining my skin before he rested his knee on the bed. Pulling me closer and spreading my legs, I whimpered at my exposed place. He's ten times my size, yet he's being gentle as he could be. Maybe this will feel good like my friends say.

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Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Not good! Oh fuck! I was laying on my stomach, my ass was perched up and this thing was hovering over my back while his unnatural massive cock was prodding at my unexplored entrance. His hands were locked on my waist as he rubbed himself against me, I mewled from the sensation, it was some sort of friction for me.

He was so big, I was terrified on how he'll even make it fit inside of me. I'll barely get the tip in alone! Without warning me, he turned me over on my back again and knelt on the ground. He held my thighs open before letting his forked tongue run over my clit—there I gasped as I clenched the bedsheets.

"Ah!" I moaned, it was a strange feeling, but it felt good. I heard his growling rumbling within his chest as his hands squeezed my thighs. I wanted to touch him, but I wasn't sure of what he was comfortable with so I kept my hands to myself. I felt his mandibles slightly dif into my pelvic area as his lower ones cupped the backs of my rear, his tongue then slithered inside of my glistening petals and through my cunt.

My legs started to shake when his tongue flickered over my clit as he started to tease my labia. I felt my sweat beginning to form over my chest and forehead, I started to feel the tightening string building inside of me. He fully plunged his tongue deeper inside of me and struck the cord—my back lifting off the bed as I bit my hand to not moan out loud. With trembling legs and the flash of white blurring my vision, I didn't even see or feel him turn me back over on my stomach.

But I did feel that initial sting when his cock pushed into me, I used my pillow to squeal into as he added more pressure. Slowly but surely breaking through my hymen, my tears started to sting my eyes as his hands pushed down my shoulder—making my chest lay flat on the bed as I endured it.

His cock was large, too large, it filled me up as he started to slowly thrust, each thrust made his length dig deeper inside of me. I choked on my whimper as he slammed against my cervix, "FUCK!" I screamed out. He remained still and lowly purred beside my head, not moving and letting me adjust to the sheer size of him. My knuckles turned white as I clenched the sheets, I whined when he slightly moved. He was growling while letting his hands touch my body, I felt his dreadlocks drag across my skin.

After a minute or so, he slowly pulled back and pushed forward. Filling me again, he surely reached the deepest parts of me. Mewls and gasps came from me as he continued with his slow motions, rolling his hips into me and growling, letting out snarls and purrs as he clenched my hips—his claws digging into my skin to resist the urge to go faster. I appreciated the thought, but was terrified if he did let loose on me.

"Ah, Ngh! K-keep goi-NG!" I moaned while hugging my pillow with tears. I felt my sweat beginning to coat my forehead and my back, I felt him lower down and lick the shell of my ear with his forked tongue. A whimper flowed from my lips when he picked up the pace just a bit, I could feel his balls hitting my clit just right. They were so big slapping against me; I choked on my air when he pulled me up on his chest.

He hugged my waist and started to thrust into me again, I reached towards one of his locks and brought it to my lips to kiss. He roared and started to grope my breasts while thrusting quicker, each thrust was heavy and deep. His scale like arms held me tight, his claws tracing over my nipples as his mandibles clicked right next to my ear.

My body felt like it was going to split in half from his cock, I was shocked by my moaning and my begging for more of him. I held his arm while I shut my eyes to enjoy this overriding pleasure, my orgasm was approaching as he continued to grind against me. He laid me down again and snarled—digging his nails into my flesh as he restrained himself, I bit the pillow and squealed when the ball tightening within me snapped.

My back arched as I pushed against him, moaning as I felt my desire squirt out of me. That white bliss glossed over my vision, leaving small black dots to see as he continued to grind against me. He didn't stop, his thrusting grew more intense as he clawed at the sheets to avoid harming me—I covered my ears when he roared out. Then gasping when he finished inside of me.

It felt warm, and thick—I could feel his thick desire coating the walls of my uterus and filling my cunt to the brim. His dreadlocks were dragging over my shoulders as he slowly got up from me, I winced feeling him pull out from me. I felt his cum leaking out of me. I felt so tired, drained of all my energy.

His arms gently turned me over, my eyes felt droopy, they started to close when I felt him cover me with a blanket and pick me up before his deep voice growled out, "Sc—aar."

Unaware of where he was taking me. I don't know how long I was out but I was still sleeping. Until I heard more clicking and snarls from other creatures near me.

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I hope you enjoyed the smut! Feel free to follow and request for ur own!

[looseratinthegarage]

Yautja x human reader

Reader is really good with the pups (Yautja babies/ children) of Yautja prim, there soft but still hold there own. It’s not uncommon for at least 2 older ones ( to a human a 6 yer old) and a baby or 2 that you carry or they hold onto you. So when a rouge Xenomorphs comes onto the planet your s/o and the other yautja see what happens when someone messes with your little buddy’s.

An example how Linda from mitchell vs the machines when she sees them take her son, so instead of “I am Linda Mitchell, mother of 2, LOOK UPON ME WITH FEAR!!! I was thinking of it being

“ i am little blade, protector of children LOOK UPON ME WITH FEAR!!!

And after the mothers are even more willing to let the pups be around them. And when alone a vary existed s/o

Y/n pupsitter kicks xeno ass

*wheezes* I’ve done it!! Hahahaha!!!! This was super fun to write!! thank you for the request 😊

The transition to Yautja living was not an easy one. You had lost many day to day common conveniences humans take for granted. The supermarket for instance, fast food, video games, Spotify, etc. Since you were too weak to hunt or traverse yautja prime by yourself, they stick you with babysitting duty.

The mothers of the village were busy working hard along with the males. Children often run amuck due to ill supervision, bothering the adults as they kept the clan going. So why not stick the pathetic ooman with the rambunctious pups? At the very least it would be entertaining.

To say they had no faith in you was an understatement. Some didn’t want their pups near you, so you had a modest five pups to take care of. Two were children, the other two were toddlers, and the youngest was a baby. The toddlers and baby didn’t have a problem with you, they stuck to you like glue. They loved you and would hang onto you like little monkeys. The children however disliked you, parent-taught racism had already polluted their minds. It was difficult to watch them, but you managed.

You now walk through the woods next to the village. The pups were rather rowdy today and kept antagonizing the newly blooded. Teens and younglings don’t mix. You cradled the baby in one arm and held a toddler on your hip. A little clawed hand held onto your pant leg as you walked. The two kids ran up ahead. One of them picked up a stick and hit his brother in the face. In retaliation, his twin ripped a rather large branch off of the closest tree. He swung for his siblings legs, effectively putting him on his back.

“bpi-de h'ka-se!” You shouted.

They began laughing and ignored your warning. The bigger twin tackles his brother into the bushes. You shake your head and sigh. You hear them roaring and playing with each other, then the sound of them screaming raises your head in a flash. They stumbled out of the foliage.

“kiande amedha! kiande amedha!!” They screamed frantically.

Your heart dropped to your stomach. They had to be joking, it was a prank, a very bad prank. But to your dismay it was no prank. A xenomorph crawled out of the shadows and snarled. The toddlers started crying, it’s attention shifting to you. The twins ran into your legs and grabbed onto you desperately. The xeno began stalking towards you.

“Fuck!!” You yell and pick up the pups.

Now holding five heavy pups, you begin to run in the direction of camp.

“It’s okay! It’s okay!” You frantically chant trying to calm the crying children.

Then something hard and cold wraps around your legs. You land on your back to break the pups' fall. Looking down you see the xenos tail holding you tight. It picks you up, the children falling out of your arms, and throws you aside. Your back hits into a tree and you scream out in pain.

You shakily look up and see the beast approaching the crying children. Then something in you snapped. You were filled with one thing, pure rage. You stand to your feet with a groan, the xeno looking in your direction. You grab the nearest branch and charge at the evil incarnate. It rushes towards you and opens its mouth.

You use the stick to stop it from clamping down its jaw and reach into its mouth. With the help of your adrenaline boosted strength rip out its tiny mouth. It makes a shrill cry but before it had the chance to attack back, you shoved the stick down its throat. It gargled on its blood for a moment then fell over dead.

You look at the children but don’t only see them. Instead you see almost the entire village watching with wide eyes of disbelief. The scrawny twin held the baby and the toddlers by the bigger twin, they set the kids down and uncharacteristically run towards you.

“Ooman nan'ku!!” They yelled in unison and hugged your leg.

You shakily kneel down and go to pat their heads reassuringly but stop yourself. You look at your hand, it’s burned. Your adrenaline subsided and the pain hit you hard. You started to feel light headed and before you could process it you were falling over. Your mate rushes forward and catches you.

“My little sain’ja..” He proudly cooed to you and carried you bridal style.

The clan made way for you as your mate carried you back to the camp.

After a month of recovery you returned to the pups. Now, many more in your care. It seems you’ve impressed the mothers that didn’t trust you before. And the ones who did, trusted you even more with their younglings. The clan treated you with a new respect, even the elites and elders.

Word key:

bpi-de h'ka-se = end now

kiande amedha = hard meat/xenomorph

Ooman nan'ku = human alive

[nerdy-the-artist]

Space Pirate Design Ranking

The Metroid series has a boatload of different designs, completely changing between every game except the 2D iterations. Some think it’s simple design inconsistency, others think that they’re different genetic manipulations of the same species, while others (including myself) are of the opinion that the Space Pirates are a collective made up of various species. Today, I’ll be ranking these designs based on what they convey and, simply, what I think is cool and aesthetically pleasing. For the sake of simplicity, I’ll only be ranking the standard Space Pirate variant of each game, the “core enemy type” if you will. And yes, Metroid Prime 4 Beyond is here, though its place in the ranking is subject to change as we get more closer looks.

7. Metroid Prime 2 Echoes

Some people may consider this a sin to put so low on the list but, to me, this really just doesn’t fit the whole vibe of the Space Pirates, especially in the Prime series. In the Metroid Prime saga, the Space Pirates are an authoritarian empire who recklessly abuse technological advancement for the sake of domination. This just… doesn’t say that. It’s a good design, don’t get me wrong, but this really looks like some weird skeleton knight. I could see this crawling out of some crypt to seek vengeance, not descending from a space ship to plunder. For that reason, I gotta put this guy in last place.

6th place: Metroid Prime Federation Force

For many of the problems Metroid Prime 2’s design has, I think Federation Force remedies… and then makes the opposite mistakes. Federation Force’s Space Pirate design is, canonically, around the same height as Metroid Prime’s Omega Pirate. Why make mechs for your game if you’re just gonna scale the enemies up anyway is anyone’s guess. With that in mind, I kinda like this as a heavy unit for the Space Pirates, but the center of this design just is a bit hard to look at. I love the limbs and the inclusion of the iconic Prime Pirate energy blade. There’s a mix of fleshy joints and tough, metal plating that I enjoy, I actually like the bright red eyes as well, especially for a heavy unit. But the carapace around it just feels… it’s kinda hard to look at. That mouth, as well, is just a bit too buggy and lacks expressiveness. Really, that’s my edict on this thing. Good extremities, but lacks expression and is generally tough to look at. Still, I imagine someone could retool/retexture this thing to be a real banger of a design.

5th place: Metroid Other M

From here on, these designs are ones I truly like as Space Pirates. Metroid Other M’s Space Pirate design was a tough one to find a good image of. This was about the best one I could find in a cursory search. As far as official designs go, I think this is the best translation of the iconic Zebesian Space Pirate to 3D we’ve ever gotten. There was a small effort made in Prime 2 to bring the claws back, but here there are on full display and they look great. The whole design is, honestly, fantastic. You can see the smooth bands around the limbs and torso, downward pointed jaw, and the big, smooth, blank eyes of the old sprite. The spines on the back and head really add some personal flare to these guys as well, and the whole design has a delightfully cheesy color scheme that I simply adore. I think the series has designs that evoke certain feelings and themes better, but this is certainly a fun looking guy.

4th place: Metroid Prime 3 Corruption

Unlike every other type but the Zebesians, the Space Pirates of Corruption have a distinct name based on the Homeworld we explore, Urtraghians. There is a distinctly pseudo organic bend to these guys, with the textures on the armor plating feeling almost Xenomorphic. However, where I think this design stands out is, of course, the head. The long, pointed teeth clearly visible under the rows of eyes really makes this eel-like head intimidating. You can really imagine the Urtraghians descending from their ships in a city, gunning down innocents and plundering whatever they choose. These animalistic terrors will smell where you’re hiding and drag you out kicking and screaming. It really fits the Space Pirates’ role in the story. From day one, they really have just been a bogeyman for the Federation. We rarely actually see them doing… ya know… pirating. The rampant technological obsession was a concept introduced by the Prime trilogy. As a design for the Bogeyman of the Galaxy, I think the Urtraghians work great.

3. Metroid Prime 4 Beyond

Haha, 3 is for 4 and 4 is for 3. This will be subject to change and many people might not rank them until we get clearer images, but uh… I’m doin it. Beyond’s pirates have a very buggy design, but in a way that’s parallel, not identical, to the Zebesian designs from the 2d games. Their mouth is split into mandibles, they have a hard carapace, and their movements can be jittery and unsettling. The large size of them compared to the Federation personnel seen in the trailer really evokes power and control. Their armor has outward pointed edges and defined pectorals. These are conquerors, proud, undefeatable warriors. The sparseness of it also evokes a sense of confidence, as if they don’t need a full covering when their hardened shell is so superior to weak flesh. It’s almost ornamental in a way. (Though someone should remind them they lost in every previous fight against Samus). Their mandibular maws, hunched backs, double thumbed hands, and digitigrade stance (standing on their toes with their heels off the ground) also evokes a certain other core enemy type in a sci fi shooter.

I’m going to leave it here for now as I have some other stuff to get to at the moment and I Forgor the image limit on Tumblr posts. I’ll get the ranking for the final (first?) two designs by the end of today. Then, I might make a post about what roles I’d fit these different species into for my own storytelling purposes.

[mintymarabell]

A sliver of luck

A/n: This is honestly something I just thought of in the moment.

Summary: Curiosity kills the cat in this case it might have killed you after standing on a frozen lake to get the perfect view, what happens when an unwelcome visitor comes along.

Word count: 687

He didn’t know he could cry. But you proved him wrong that very day. It all happened so fast, one minute you were standing on the frozen lake telling him how beautiful it was. The next a xenomorph was crashing through the ice and pulling you under. He had ran, ran as fast as he could, onto the ice, it cracked under his heavyweight but he didn’t care. He dove into the lake, he turned his mask onto thermal, your body far under. He made light work of the xeno, he pulled your limp body to the surface, laying you onto the ice. He placed an oxygen mask onto your mouth as he began chest compressions. 1…..2…..3….4….5…..6 he did this until he got to 30, he checked your pulse. Nothing.

You two were light years from civilization, from a doctor, from anyone. Even if there were other yautja, there was a bigger chance they’re outcasts, bad bloods even. After counting to 30 again he checked your pulse, nothing.. he yanked his mask off throwing it somewhere along the iced lake, he roared into the cold air, and then silence. What was he gonna do? You're his mate. And yet he couldn’t even protect you.. he leaned over your form, taking in your paled face. He always was the one that ran hotter in the relationship, but you were never this cold. Not even when you’d put your cold feet against the back of his legs while you both laid in bed, he never minded it, he loved it even, it let him know you were alive, let him know his mate was just right behind him.

As he looked at your face two droplets of water fell onto your cheek. Water? He reached up to his eye, was he crying? Hunters were not allowed to cry, they were not allowed to be kept in the grasps of emotion, one can not hunt when they are overwhelmed with emotion? And yet here he was crying over his little ooman mate. Why did you have to walk on the ice.. why did you have to be too curious.. why didn’t he come with you… if he had come with you then he would have been able to save you before you went under… oh what he would give to see your smiling face.. he tore at his tendrils and the many quills on his face, this was his fault. Your death was his fault. If only… if only he had been with you, instead of sitting on the shore to watch.. he’s so dumb.. he’s unworthy of a mate.. he is undeserving of you.

A choking sound was heard. He quickly swung his head in your direction, was that you? He looked at you, you quickly rose, yanking the mask off to cough up water. After your coughing fit was over you were quickly enveloped into a hug. “Igor?” You spoke as you hugged him back. He clutched onto your wet clothes, “let’s go back to the ship and get you into warm clothes.” You nodded to which he picked you up bridal style, he walked over and picked up his discarded mask before running back to the ship.

After you both got back to the ship he practically stripped you of all your clothes, wrapping a fluffy pelt around your body as he went to prepare a bath. He laid out some dry clothes for after the bath. He picked you up, pulling the pelt off he eased you into the bath. The temperature was just right, though for him it was quite cold but he didn’t mind as he eased in behind you, he took a hold of your soap and started lathering your body.

Once he was done he drained the bath as he toweled you off and put on your clothes. He laid you in the bed, layering multiple blankets and furs on top of you, he then crawled in beside you, pulling you to his chest. “Please do not scare me like that again, little bug.” You pat his side, “I won’t, I promise.”

That night, he held you just a little tighter.

[stem-sister-scuffle]

STEM SISTER SCUFFLE: ROUND 1 MASHUP 16

Kal'tsit (Arknights) vs Entrapta Princess of Dryl (Netflix She-Ra and the Princesses of Power)

Kal'tsit is a Medic and Pharmacist!

Entrapta Princess of Dryl is a Roboticist, Programmer and First Ones' Tech Historian/Archaeologist!

Why you should vote for each contestant:

Kal'tsit:

"Kal'tsit is the Officer-in-Charge for Rhodes Island's Medical Department and she uses her expertise to heal other operators in battle while being apart of the battle herself. Kal'tsit seems to be one of the closest characters to the player character "Doctor", being familiar with their past while Doctor has no clue due to amnesia. Apparently she has been around for quite a long time and, old lady jokes aside, due to all the experience she has she seems to be one hell of an op operator (though I have been unable to play Arknights myself so I am relying on the information of multiple different people who do play). Also she is my wife I love her <3"

"first of all, she is a cat woman (she is very old)... her companion is a green dragon crystalline monster whom she has a symbiotic relationship with... they understand each other and kal'tsit also commands them in battle she oversees the medical branch of rhodes island which is a research & pharmaceutical company trying to find the cure to the fatal rock disease that plagues this world and kills you slowly :( despite living in such a harsh world, she never stops fighting for and helping the people... even tho people want to kill her, she remains kind she mentors all sorts of people and trains them to be future doctors and in the game itself she is classified as a medic! hiiiiii demi its me lapis teehee i hope u have fun hosting this too!!!!"

"My beautiful catgirl ex-wife. She has definitely been alive for millennia, is a passionate ally to the downtrodden (you know, to atone for her previous history of war crimes), and founded a pharmaceutical company that largely does charity work for sufferers of the setting-specific incurable magic rock cancer. She's psychically bonded with the xenomorph-esque monster that lives in her spine. She wants to kill me. <3 For added context to the above, when I say "me" and "my" above, I refer to the player character of Arknights, the otherwise-unnamed "Doctor." While it is unlikely that Kal'tsit and the Doctor were ever literally married, the particular nature of their closeness, implied history, and current co-parenting has lead to "the ex-wife" to be a near-universally accepted fandom nickname for Kal'tsit. In a game full of hyper-competent characters with mysterious pasts, Kal'tsit is both the most competent and the most mysterious, and is genuinely a major factor in my fondness for Arknights itself."

"(cracks fingers) here we go-- dr. kal'tsit is a wise and kindhearted individual who travels and helps as many people as she can in need. when you first encounter her in the game, she comes off as cold and harsh, cutting straight to the point. however, that's only because the player character probably did something really awful (unknown atm). in events where we were able to explore her backstory and see how people reacted to her, we find out that she will save as many lives as she could through tactical negotiation, but she is ready to fight as needed if people fail to consider her warnings. as a doctor with an incurable rock disease (incuritis 2 JDHEJDJFKE), she understands the pain of that illness and administers help to people who get infected, no matter who they are, even if theyre some rando in the village woods. she also created a type of poison that would help in a quiet assassination, something that wouldn't be immediately detected by other forensic scientists until it was too late. i know i said that she tried to save as many people as possible, but this situation was a bit different. i would expand on it but i might be rambling a bit too much, but basically shes got a complex set of decisions and loves humanity a bit too much and also has the skills to back it up.she rocks both a maid outfit and a suit in canon"

Entrapta Princess of Dryl:

"She builds robots!!! She's curious and inquisitive!! She loves her robots!! She has the coolest hair and also I want to be her bestie. She's an absolute love"

"autism :)"

"Builds robots and computers for fun and companionship. Can take apart and understand almost any tech she is presented with. Autism lever set to max and I love her. Mandatory boob window in all her outfits and I've never related harder to a character."

"autistic icon, amazing inventor and app round excellent character"

"she has prehensile hair it’s literally the best thing i’ve ever seen in my life, it’s never once acknowledged by any of the characters as abnormal or explained in any way i’m literally obsessed with it. also autism queen"

"PIGTAILS!!!! autism"

"Entrapta is very bubbly and positive. She never lets anything like losing her friends or going to the bad side or getting put on a death-sentence island stop her from scientific pursuits! She actually drives a lot of the conflict in the story, as she explains the technological backstory of the world, and helps both sides be better at fighting. She loves data, doing experiments, and the scientific method. She's also in love with space. She is an autistic queen <3"

"phenomenal canon autism representation without being weird & shitty. also she’s so strange & wonderful & relatable in so so many ways. my computer is named Darla bc that’s what she named the AI for the spaceship in s5"

"She is THE science queen because she loves science so much and her love of it is INFECTIOUS. I don’t know anything about science but Entrapta makes it seem like the coolest thing in the universe. I love her"

"She ourple. I luv her"

"She's so passionate about her work. Takes through notes! Figured out how to hack her home planet!!! She's autistic as hell and I like her overalls."

"You won’t get autism like this anywhere else bestie"

"amoral mad scientist who flips between the good guys and bad guys, loves building so many inventions, ends up converting the head bad guy (for most of the series) to good through the power of love"

"She has outfitted her entire castle to be a maze, and installed electronic locks on some. Her staff seems to be mostly robots she has built herself. In good part reverse engineering or adapting ancient tech found on the planet. She's incredible at what she does and personally fixes, invents and builds a wide range of stuff from space ships to portals to a prosthetic exoskeleton to trackers to war machines. She can do it all. Autism win! Girlie has been criticised for being treated childlike or being unable to understand those around her to a ridiculous degree, but I'm honestly just glad she's not a Sheldon Cooper. Her favorite bots have personalities and therefore implied AI (but not the shitty kind), which means she's pretty fucking good at software too. She likes tiny foods."

"So very autistic about technology. Initially believes robots are way better than people, eventually makes human friends but also very much still has robot friends (I love Emily so much). Gets so excited about finding new First One's tech. Also her happy spinning around in a space suit in that one season 5 episode heals my heart every time I watch it"

"She's the planet's leading expert on ancient tech (sci-fi/fantasy universe) and develops most of the tech in the show and is very autistic about it. i love her"

"She is fun and funky. Chaotic neutral. Definitely some autism coding going on, which is very charming. She has a pet robot? It is cute"

"Bc she is ENTRAPTA!! No srsly she is such a well-written character. At times kinda morally grey but always lovable and great and she is truly amazing at what she does!! I'm pretty sure she's already been submitted but I wanted to make sure :)"

[black-suns-rim]

Yautja clan + oc lore

the twin xenomorph clan were sworn enemies against the daggered clan, a powerful bad blood clan that was allied with the most feared bad blood cult. the twin xenomorph clan once had their home village attacked by the daggered clan, in which they killed and maimed many hunter, woman and children. they also abducted many young yautja pups from the clan and did many unspeakable and cruel things to them. the day the clan was attacked was known as "the day of blood" and/or "dark morning." many pups who were abducted by the daggered clan didn't live, but the ones who did were rescued by the twin xenomorph clan members along with some enforcers. this was one of the many battles that the two clans have been through.

another battle happened on the sacred burial grounds of the daggered clan. the twin xenomorph clan was still hurt and in pain after gaining their lost pups back and they wanted revenge. at midnight, the twin xenomorph clan found and attacked the daggered clan while they were asleep. the ones who weren't killed were driven out to their burial grounds and a mass slaughter ensued. both sides had heavy loses and the battle drew to a stalemate by dawn. to add salt to the cut, the members still alive after the long battle, the destroyed the graves of the dishonorable yautja and then left.

most battles between both the clans have been with arms races. before the daggered clan was killed off for good, the twin xenomorph clan hadn't been too advanced with their tech. with the rising tensions after many years, both the clans wanted to outdo their rivals with technology. this is what led one of the past clan leaders of the twin xenomorph clan, Diamondback, to invent xenomorph leather. his invention led to the creation of many xenomorph based weaponry. their final battle with the daggered clan ended with the twin xenomorph clan killing everyone of them with the acid of the xenomorph. a very painful death...

during "dark morning" Kub, black momba's son, was one of the many pups that were abducted. after black momba went on a rampage to have him back, and found him in very horrible conditions, she had slaughtered many bad bloods with her own bare hands. the damage done to Kub, psychologically and physically, had already been done by then. kub had to go through the clan's version of ''therapy'' (going to the shaman and getting high as fuck for 2 hours) for the majority of his young life after that aloeng with the others who were rescued. after his chiva, kub was given special herbs to take for himself since he was considered old enough to medicate himself. kub has told no one about what he had went through except for the shaman and his life mate. he still has bad night terrors from time to time, but most of what he had went through was blocked from his memory.

all of kub's siblings know to an extent of what he has been through except for nomad, the youngest of all the siblings. nomad is the closest to kub compared to the rest of his siblings, but he doesn't know how traumatized kub was on "black morning." kub also doesn't want nomad to see him in a different light since they are so close to each other, so he keeps that part of his life as far away from nomad as possible. kub tends to focus on the positive and he doesn't want nomad to be stressed or worried about him. nomad has only ever seen kub completely melt down once from a trauma response when he was very young and didn't understand what trauma was at the time.

[moviewarfare]

A Review of “Alien: Romulus (2024)”

Crazy to think that the first Alien movie came out in 1979 and is one of the most pivotal science fiction movies in history. It also managed to get a sequel in 1986 that managed to be even better and become another pivotal movie in Sci-fi. Sadly, every other entry in this franchise has not been remotely as good. Is Alien Romulus the first actual good Alien movie since 1986?

The story itself is straightforward but what makes this entry great is the main core of the story, the brother and sister relationship between our main characters. Rain played by Cailee Spaeny is the heroine of this movie. She does a great job and her character is very likeable. It is also a joy to see her not be one of those characters who make dumb decisions which you see in many horror movies. Her brother Andy played by David Jonsson who does a terrific job in the role. Both David and Cailee have great chemistry and you root for their survival throughout the whole of the movie. This entry goes back to the horror roots of the original Alien and it is done very effectively in Romulus. There are some genuinely tension-inducing scenes including one that pays homage to the game 'Alien: Isolation' that is terrific. Fede is well known for body horror and he continues to deliver disgusting scenes here as well.

I appreciate how they bring back the gritty and dark look from the older Alien entries for this one. The world and the ship look dirty and dark which further elevates the creepiness. The practical sets are phenomenal with lovely practical effects for some of the Facehuggers and Xenomorph scenes. CGI is still used a fair amount but they look good for the most part. The cinematography is great with how it conveys the unsettling and claustrophobic nature of the ship. The sound design and the score are amazing in the way they help make the scenes feel incredibly tense.

The movie isn't perfect though. The rest of the crew apart from the main characters are very forgettable. The movie doesn't fully delve into any of the other characters apart from 1 or 2 lines about them. Instead of rooting for their survival, you just know they are fodder and want to see how they die. The iconic Xenomorphs don't start to appear until halfway and even then, they don't appear much. The major threat is really the Facehuggers but they start to appear too much to the point that you want to see something else now. The final act might also be a bit divisive to people. The first two acts are homages to the previous Alien movies but the final act is something else entirely. It is insanely weird and you're going to either love it or hate it. They also bring back an actor from the dead using current tech and it sounds as bad as you think. The CGI is very obvious.

Overall, it is nice to finally have a proper enjoyable Alien movie in such a long time. It does make me wonder where they can go with this franchise though. It will be extremely overdone if we keep getting another survivors who are attacked by Aliens on a ship or planet story again. What made Aliens great was that it did something drastically different from the first. Hopefully, with the success of Romulus, we can get a bolder Alien movie in the future.

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[camaro-and-smokes]

Eve

Chapter 2: XNQ-377

Chapter summary: Billy didn't like the situation. At all. Eddie and Steve could be anywhere. He hoped they wouldn't be in the military section of the station. The evac should be partially easy. He had a map, an AI and a robot dog covering his six. But he also had a monster on a leash, and he and the monster weren't on the best of terms.

MIND THE TAGS - S E R I O U S L Y. This is a horror/scifi/creature movie crossover and loyal to the film. If the image below makes you queezy, this is not for you. Unless you like that queezy feeling, then, happy reading :)

Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: M/M/M Relationship: Billy Hargrove/Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson Tags: MetalSandwich Movie Mania, Movie: Aliens (1986), Aliens AU, Horror, Body Horror, Blood, Blood and Gore, Gore, Xenomorphs, Aliens, Metalsandwich, Mungrove, Harringrove, Science Fiction, Military Science Fiction, Crossover

Notes: Written for Metalsandwich Movie Mania 2023 @now-showing-at-the-hawk-events

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Billy rushed to the lower deck and towards the armoury. They had not at all small arsenal of weapons at their disposal, they did this shit for living. Handguns, pulse rifles, plasma rifles, grenade launchers, flamethrowers, sonic disruptors - you named it, they got it, and then some. But the most precious weapon to Billy was Steve. They never went to the battleground alone.

Or hadn't gone. Now he had no choice.

He was certain that Steve had no other weapons on him but a handgun, if even that. He carried nothing else on space stations when they weren't working. And Eddie carried nothing with him, ever. Well, maybe a Swiss army knife. Neither of those would help against what they were facing.

He strode through the massive doors to their armoury. He walked past the gun racks and gear boxes, collecting weapons with him as he walked. Plasma rifle was a must on a space station. It didn't puncture walls but only after heavy fire, so it was safer in this situation. Also, it didn't run out of ammo, but its battery would run out at some point. So, as many batteries with him as he could reasonably carry.

He knocked at one of the metal gear boxes with his knuckles. “Spot, let's go!” he said. The cover opened, and a yellow four-legged robot stepped out. “Hello, Billy,” it said, stretching its lone long grabbing arm up. “How may I help you?” “We're going to find Steve and Eddie. They're stuck somewhere on the station. Download the station map from Sis once I put her online. Gear up with the sonic disruptors, you're going to take care of my six. But ensure to avoid Eve with it. She'll be pissed off if you hit her with it.” “Acknowledged,” the robot said, and walked to the gear rack that held the disruptors and mounted one on itself.

Once he had his weapons of choice ready and laid out on the table in the middle of the room, he went to his armour closet. He opened the door and thought for a moment about the situation. They were on a space station, so he'd have to prepare for loss of atmosphere in addition to the normal bullshit of one set of normal sharp teeth, one set of high-speed teeth, in case he got too close, and of course the always as lovely acid blood. Also, on a military station like this he might encounter some friendly fire with the exception that the friendlies might not count him as a friendly anyway. So, he also needed something that would hold stray bullets.

Fuck. Normal hunting suit, then.

He didn't want to have his ass kicked by a stray marine who hadn't seen the chitin suit he had. It was Eddie's design and he had patented and licensed it, and suits made on the license were worn by an increasing number of space corps.

However, on a backwater station like this, it would be likely that no one had seen one before. But it was the only armor he could dodge at least some bullets with, so he didn't have a choice. He would've preferred something less straining, but the situation was what it was, so.

Although he was pretty sure that his worries about encountering any human weapons' fire would be among the least ones once he walked out of the ship.

The armour was shiny and black, made of thousands and thousands of small chitin shields. It glistened in the bleak light of the armoury and for a moment Billy felt unease, like he always did when he had to put this suit on. There was always something wrong if it was his only choice.

Their stop on the station was supposed to be just a regular stop, but of course, things had to go south just as everything had looked better. As usual. He just hoped that he wouldn’t be too late, for anyone’s sake.

He turned around and stepped backwards inside the armour, leaning to the back of it and greeting the AI that was operating it. “Hello, Sis.” “Hello, Billy,” the AI replied with a pleasant female voice as the armour quietly hummed to life. “Going hunting?” “Not hunting, but doing an evac. We’re leaving base.” “Acknowledged. Please remain still. Armour closing in one, two, three.” The armour knitted itself closed around Billy like a second skin, part by part starting from the boots. The helmet was the last one to lock itself in place. Billy followed from the heads-up-display of his helmet screen how Sis automatically linked all his chosen weapons to the armour and, one by one, the statuses of the weapons and other systems turned green. “Anyone else joining you today?” the AI asked. “I'm taking Spot with me,” he said. Then he paused and let out a deep breath, shaking his head. “No. It’s me, Spot, you and Eve.” He grimaced. “Link her to my suit as well.” “Do you want all reins over her?” After a short pause, Billy spoke. “Yes, please.”

Billy hated himself a little for having to link Eve to himself like that. Yes, she was huge and lethal, but after spending time with her - albeit from a safe distance - he couldn’t think but that there was intelligence like no other behind all that teeth and will to kill, even though that kind of intelligence was the source of a lot of bad things in the galaxy. But Eve was still a living creature that should have a certain level of freedom. Not that they could provide any of it to her since their ship was small-ish.

“Link to Eve established. She is not happy,” Sis remarked. “Yeah, I thought as much," Billy replied, taking another deep breath. "Maybe she changes her mind once she understands what’s at stake.” “What is at stake?” the AI asked. “Please go through the security feeds from the whole time we’ve been docked at the station. We’re in the middle of a shit-storm and Eddie and Steve are in the heart of it. Oh, and send the map of the station to Spot.” After a brief pause, the AI spoke. “I concur that your analysis of a shit-storm-like situation is accurate.” Billy snorted. “You’re starting to get the hang of deadpan humor, I see.” “I am doing my best,” the AI replied. “All systems have been activated and Spot has the map. You are ready to go.” “Thanks, Sis. Let’s put this show on the road.”

With all his weapons sorted to their places in his armor, Billy grabbed Eddie’s shirt he’d brought down with him from the cabin, took yet another deep breath, and walked to the cargo hold door, followed by Spot. He peeked in through the window in the thick door, but the space was dimly lit and quiet as it always was. However, it didn't mean that there wasn't something to be concerned about in there.

Billy hit the release button, and the door slid up, activating the lights in the hold. The temperature around him fell by 30 degrees and the heaters inside his armor kicked in. He cursed to himself. “I fucking hate this suit, I hate this fucking ship, the situation and I especially hate...”

A low hissing he could hear through his helmet’s outer mics interrupted his inner monologue. He stopped to take a breather. Approach her cautiously, never ever show that you are afraid, Eddie had said. She’s all bark and no bite as long as you don't show her you’re afraid. If you do, all safeties are off. Billy took a deep breath. “Rise and shine, Eve,” he said through the speakers in his suit and walked towards a terrarium-like habitat built in the back of the cargo hold. The closer Billy got to the habitat, the louder the hissing became. And not just because the distance grew shorter. “Yes, I know I woke you from your beauty sleep, princess, but I need your help. Your favorite person in the whole wide universe is in danger, and I need you to help me find him.” A dark shadow stirred in the habitat's shade as Billy got close.

No matter how often he came down here, it got no less nerve wrecking. He had to close the outer speakers so that his rugged breathing wouldn’t hint of his hesitation. Finally, he arrived in front of the habitat. Even though he was terrified about what he was about to do, a small part of him - very small, tiny even - was always in awe of what they were doing. And especially, that they actually could do it. It was unheard of, and yet, here he was, about to take one of the most horrifying creatures in the whole fucking universe for a walk.

-oOo-

Sample XNQ-377 was a genetically modified embryo that had been waiting for plantation to a host when Steve and Billy had broken into the science station in deep space. Not really knowing where they had been sent to but only told that this sample was what they were to locate and return to its 'rightful' owner in return for a hefty amount of money, they’d quickly learned that the science station they’d been sent to had been a fucking hive at that point. Xenos, mutated and disfigured in ways Billy and Steve had never seen, running around every corner, and all the staff spent as hosts.

The fact that there was only a limited amount of the bastards running around had been the only good thing they had going for them in that situation, really.

The science station had been doing other research as well, so once they’d found the lab and what they were told to fetch, they looted the rest of the laboratory, too, taking everything they could carry with them.

A great gig haul-wise, in every other sense a horrible one. They'd barely gotten out alive.

After returning to their ship and in a safe distance away from the station, they’d decided that sample XNQ-377 wouldn’t go to any other owner but the one who’d pay highest price of it on the darknet. And the gig had turned out to be very lucrative. Though not because they sold the embryo - not that there weren’t buyers, mind you.

It was because of what the embryo turned out to be.

Munson, the ever crazy scientist and a friend - and later also something more - who'd created Billy's and Steve's hunting suits, had known what it was: an embryo of a Xenomorph queen and one of a kind in a very special way.

She’d been genetically modified to alter her need to reproduce. If she was held in a habitat that filled certain atmospheric requirements, she wouldn’t develop the need to produce eggs until she would’ve been released into a suitable atmosphere. So, no need to send a massive number of Xeno eggs on a planet, just deploy her and let her run rampant until everyone was dead. Easy deployment of a hive as big as needed wherever you needed to get rid of a colony or just unfriendlies in general. So, since Munson knew what she was and had the equipment - Billy didn’t want to even start thinking where he got it all - they decided they might make more money by using her themselves.

But not for overtaking planets.

Some alternative research had suggested that if there was a situation where another queen was introduced to an active Xeno hive with a queen already laying eggs, the latter would stop producing them and fight the new queen. Of course, a queen that hadn’t spent a day laying eggs would always be more likely to win the fight than an old one who’d been stuck in place and producing eggs ever since it matured. And stopping the queen from producing new eggs would mean that once all the Xenos were killed, including the old queen, and all eggs destroyed (and the new queen returned to the ship before she could become fertile, of course) the planet was available for a new human master.

So, ever being able to seeing an opportunity to make money from outside the military - since not all conquerors were military, galaxy-sized tech businesses or even legal entities and the knowledge of Xenos wasn’t exactly common knowledge either - seeing the endless possibilities for hefty income from a very niche field of business, Munson had suggested the craziest idea and, well...

Her name was Eve.

-oOo-

Billy reached out his hand and placed it on the transparent resin wall of Eve’s habitat.

A black maw twice the size of Billy's head with long pin sharp teeth surged from the shadows and hit the other side of the wall, startling Billy and making him fall on his back on the floor. “Fuck! Eve!” he barked through the speakers when he caught his breath. “Behave!” He got an ear tearing screech as a reply and a new hit to the other side of the wall. He stared at the ceiling for a moment and carefully, once again, tried to remember the one crucial mistake in his life that had brought him to this exact moment in life. Then he sat up and glared back at the habitat.

The transparent wall was smeared with snot, drool, and mucus, but otherwise undamaged. Through it, he saw the fifteen feet tall Xenomorph queen crouching in front of it, now fully out of the shade of her habitat.

Billy couldn't help but to admire the beast for a moment. Her black exoskeleton was shining in the bright lights of the cargo hold and her skeletal tail that ended into a lethal spike was curled around her feet in an almost cat-like manner. Her two sets of hands were calmly in her lap, the tinier ones resting over the larger ones.

She was gorgeous in a very creepy and horrible way, Billy couldn’t deny that.

However, the freely moving part of her head, the maw, now with her lips closed to hide the angler fish like teeth, was pointing at him. She didn’t have eyes - she used echolocation to find her prey - but Billy was sure she was glaring at him. He was sure she always did that, since they definitely weren’t on friendly terms. But the scales of her six-feet-long creatine crown were wrapped around each other, an ability given to her with her several genetical alterations, and the tube they created was settled between the several tall spikes on her upper back. If she’d been pissed off, the crown would’ve been spread high above her head. But since it wasn’t, it meant that she wasn’t really agitated at all.

She was just playing with him. The fucker.

“Eve, we don’t have time for our normal dance. Eddie and Steve need our help. We need to get going right now.” He waved Eddie’s shirt in his hand and sent a message through Sis to Eve. The queen tensed up immediately. Billy nodded. “Yeah. Father. Missing,” Billy repeated the words he'd send to Eve. “We gotta go find your father. And Steve.”

[bluegrasssax]

I thought I'd give an intro to me and the fics I've written (Merlin x Arthur, E, AO3). I started late 2021 after I found writing helped me through _stuff_

This is in the order I wrote my stories, my thoughts, what I liked about it and what I wish I'd done better.

For most of the fics I started with a canon character trait for each of Merlin and Arthur that I carried through the story (that they either both come to embrace or overcome), I find this works well in keeping to the og character vibe

(No major spoilers)

1. A Fall We Can't Forget

Character archetypes: lost Merlin, naive Arthur

My likes: I love opportunities to be open about feelings without the pressure of consequences, hence dreams. I loved writing Merlin's Druid dream, and that Arthur could appreciate him without fear that way.

Even better if: This was my first fic and I definitely made some classic blunders! I feel I rushed things, and there were many other dream sequences I wish I'd managed to sneak in!

2. Wingless

Character archetypes: guilty Merlin, protective Arthur

My likes: Wings. I mean, come on! That's just cool! I'm honoured someone took the time to make art following reading the fic, it warmed my heart <3

Even better if: Again, I think I rushed into the reveal. I'd have liked better pacing especially in the last few chapters.

3. Parchments

Character archetypes: denial Merlin, self sacrificing Arthur

My likes: similar to the dreams, an opportunity to talk without repercussion. I liked this version of Gwen a lot, and I'm a huge fan of Samhain midnight shenanigans. Also poor Gaius. Sorry man.

Even better if: this is one of my shorter ones. I think it would have been neat to have an Arthur POV through to explain some of his actions too. Alas. Maybe a sequel.

4. Take Your Pain Away

Character archetypes: self sacrificing Merlin, dutiful Arthur

My likes: oh boy this one was a labour of love. I love soulmates, and I thought the dynamic of one person knowing way before the other way good in this case. The added layer of pain transference was for flavour and it snowballed on me lol, but in a good way I think.

Even better if: honestly, I have the fewest Gripes about this one, though I wish I'd taken a bit of a different route with Edith. There could have been more bullshit with that, but maybe it was angsty enough already.

5. Dead To Me

Character archetypes: powerful/unfortunate Merlin, growing Arthur

My likes: actually my favourite story of the lot I think, just because it's a different flavour of "destiny" than I'd considered before. It was a fun challenge to develop intimacy with no physical contact!

Even better if: I liked what I did with Gaius, but I know it wasn't necessarily a popular characterisation of the poor bloke - so if done again I'd like to have made his motivations clearer.

6. Passing Through

Character archetypes: innocent Merlin, whimsical Arthur

My likes: it was nice to have the "love at first sight" sort of vibe with this one, even though I tend to be more of an enemy to lovers fan myself! Merlin's magic felt so natural in this one and I'm really chuffed with how it came out. He is a part of magic as much as it is a part of him, and so it's no wonder it's overwhelming sometimes.

Even better if: I initially planned a bigger blow up with the Arthur reveal, but it didn't quite fit. Maybe in another life. This one could have handled a bit more smut imo.

7. The Satyr and The Prince

Character archetypes: outsider Merlin, conflicted Arthur

My likes: I'm a big fan of body horror - and while this is no xenomorph situation it was interesting to play with a tiny bit of gore. I'm proud of the inner conflict Arthur had, and I hope it came across well.

Even better if: as with most of my fics it seems, I feel I rushed it a bit. My initial plan was more drawn out, more angst (somehow), but I got impatient! Also, didn't get the chance to include any sex! It just didn't fit in naturally without seeking forced :/

Now?

And my current fic is on going, so I won't comment just yet on it. Only know that archetypes revolve around Wonderlust Merlin and Awed Arthur

If you've read any of these I'd love your honest feed back on it - this is a hobby I really enjoy, and I'd like to keep on it for a bit longer!

Also, let me know how this Tumblr thing works, I'm floundering lads XD

[relic000]

Weyland-Yutani Xenomorph Emergency Impregnation Informational Pamphlet

Since the detection of the xenomorph presence on Earth across various countries and populations some time ago, the WHO had long since developed a system of crisis care and assessment centers largely dealing with study, containment, and being a breeding terminus for any unfortunate victims of the alien breeding cycle. Long since the detection of the parasitoid “Facehugger” creatures were noted by top medical officials around the world as cause for concern, the presence of these creatures in black market trade rings, exotic pet smuggling circles, and unlicensed biotech companies has become so elevated that the creation of the codename “Birthing Centers” had become an international priority in the interest of public safety and health. However, whereas the previous informational promotion regarding the facehugger and general overview of the breeding cycle of the creature was distributed, many felt it too “clinical” or “cold”. That is why this informational aims to talk to those directly affected by the condition of the facehugger, the pregnancy. It is our intention to provide as comprehensive an understanding and informative explanation of what to expect, when expecting a xenomorph.

Symptoms?

By now you are well aware of the current situation you are in. The facehugger has long since unattached from you and died. You are likely feeling a mix of emotions by now and that is alright. It is perfectly fine to be afraid, confused, or even angry. These are perfectly normal emotional responses to what has just happened. What matters now is you prepare for the next phase. First, you should come to terms and accept what the situation facing you is, acceptance makes the rest of the process easier on all involved. You have been impregnated with a xenomorph embryo and are now carrying it inside you. Depending on what type of facehugger impregnated you and what type of embryo you carry as a result, pregnancies can vary in activity and length. But that will be covered soon enough. What you may be feeling right now is a slight feverish response to the implantation of the embryo, coupled with nausea and some dizziness, as well as some general weakness. Take time to steady yourself and perhaps get a glass of water or something to sooth your likely sore throat. You are also likely to notice an added weight to your torso; this is due to the additional weight of the gestating embryo within your chest. Don’t worry, it is likely still growing so you have time to get plans and affairs made in order and to contact your local Birthing Center Services. You will also notice a hunger which is due to the embryo having sapped nutrients from you in order to grow. A baby has to rely on its mother to feed after all. It is fine if you get a light snack or meal but do refrain from large portions as this sudden intake of food can agitate the embryo into activity. ::Warning!:: Due to the variance in type of xenomorph embryos and pregnancy lengths it is highly recommended that you urgently get to a Birthing Center as soon as possible to not only spare loved ones the trauma of witnessing the birth to come but to also minimize public health risks to letting loose a xenomorph into the wild or community at large.

Type 1: The Drone

The most common variant of the xenomorph is the Drone. Gestations of this type of embryo are short, usually about 2 to 4 hours after the facehugger falls off. It is a small embryo so the weight to the expecting mother is minimal, about 1 to 2 pounds roughly. When the time for the birthing of this type draws near one can expect shortness of breath, exhaustion, and sudden hemorrhaging in the chest from the embryo readying itself for birth. Due to the high level of energy this type has, the birth is often fast, so that is at the very least one good thing to expect with carrying a Drone.

Type 2: The Warrior

The second most common variant of xenomorph is the Warrior. Gestations of this type of embryo range from 3 to 5 hours after the facehugger detaches to 6-7 depending on host conditions and general health. With a larger size than a Drone the Warrior embryo will sit heavy in your chest at about roughly 3 to 4 pounds. This can make shortness of breath a common symptom to experience as it occupies a larger area in your chest cavity than the Drone. Along with the other symptoms of the Drone, you can expect a high amount of pain and activity from birthing this type due to size. Birth of a Warrior is sudden and fast but very painful.

Type 3: The Queen

This is the rarest of the embryos to carry and it is often not seen in most birthing centers. The Queen variant is the largest of the xenomorph embryo types, weighing in at about 5 to 6 pounds it will occupy a large portion of your chest cavity. The Queen saps a lot of nutrients from its host and as such takes the longest time to gestate. Normally about 2-3 days to reach maturity within the host. You will feel the weight of the Queen embryo immediately after regaining consciousness from being “facehugged”, and will feel a gradual weakening of energy as the days go by. The birth of a Queen is a sight and experience to behold, it is of course sudden but is often heralded by kicks within the mother-to-be. It will violently thrash about in your chest and break free very forcefully. Unlike the Drone and Warrior though, the Queen will have many arms and legs formed already by time of the birth, thus it is highly mobile and will exert more effort to free itself then the previous two. Coincidently, the facehugger that impregnated you with the Queen also implants a Drone or Warrior in another nearby host before dying off. This ensures protection for the Queen to be.

*Addendum Type 4 Provision*: The Runner

This variant of xenomorph is what one can expect after a facehugger has impregnated an animal. Anything from basic quadruped livestock or wildlife to day to day house pets are prime examples of hosts that would yield a runner. Light and small they weigh about 3-4 pounds in the host and gestate fast, normally maturing in a matter of 3 hours. It bursts forth from the host as any xenomorph embryo and instead of having a snake like shape will instead sport 4 legs, an evolutionary leap from its host. The runner grows in rapid pace after leaving its host and matures in a matter of 2-3 hours post burst. It then ruthlessly and efficiently hunts down prey at fast speeds and with intense ferocity and animalistic fervor. Small and powerful it is durable as well and not only can withstand a great deal of physical attack it can withstand high thermal damage and environmental hazards, typical of a survival of the fittest genome.

Treatment?

There is none. As was stated in our previous informational, there is no way to remove or deal with a xenomorph pregnancy once it has started. Xenomorph pregnancy is a fatal matter for every mother-to-be. We understand this is a rather distressing bit of news to hear but we believe in being honest about the conditions of those impacted by this condition. If you or someone you know is impregnated with a xenomorph then you or they are going to die via the violent birth of said embryo. But just because this is the case, does not mean you have to approach it bleakly or with a sense of dread. Some expecting mothers come to terms with what their circumstance is and take some measure of peace in the events to come. Think of it in the sense that you are pregnant first of all; a life grows within you and you are technically going to become a parent. You may also not take any offense to the embryo within you, it is just doing what is in its nature, there is no malice behind it. Furthermore, you may look forward to the time in the Birthing Center, as most of the rooms are made to be rather comfy and as stress reducing as possible. Last comforts and peace of mind are essential to expecting mothers. In fact, some expecting mothers have actually reported on enjoying the feel of the embryo gestating inside them, kicking and squirming occasionally as the time gets closer to the actual labor. Finally, you may take some solace in the fact that when the birth happens, although it will be painful it will also be over quickly.

What to expect when the time comes.

As was covered in the types of xenomorph embryos section, you can expect shortness of breath, exhaustion, and sudden hemorrhaging in the chest from the embryo readying itself for birth. When labor sets in you will be racked by sudden and an immense pain. Most notably you will feel a burning stabbing pain in the core of your chest just about the solar plexus where the sternum joins the ribs together. The embryo inside you will first uncoil and begin to twist and wriggle about. If you begin to feel this, then it is highly advised that you get as comfortable as you can and lay down as spread out as possible. What you ought to have done beforehand is to have removed your shirt or any article of clothing on your torso, so as to lessen any resistance for the embryo. This will make what is to come easier on you and it. This is your first indicator that birth is imminent. You will feel a lessening of the pressure you originally had before since the embryo is no longer clustered up. However, this is only so it can recoil itself and use its tail-like body as a spring to begin the next part, the thrusting. This is when the embryo begins to punch and ram at the underside of your rib cage. It will thrash and chew, claw, and ram against the muscle and bone of your chest cavity in a vigorous attempt to free itself and be born. It is the most excruciating time in the labor but it is over relatively quickly. It is highly recommended that you take what breathes you can in at this time. Breathing while difficult at this moment will be hard but will keep you aware of anything happening in the moment and while this may soundcounterintuitive can prove useful to those looking to make sure the birth ends fast. The embryo will cause a significant bulge to occur in the center of your chest and it will be quite bloodied from ruptured blood vessels and weakening skin. This is perfectly normal and if you are conscious enough to peer down and watch it, we highly recommend it as xenomorph birth is something to behold. For male hosts it is a chance to see the miracle of life from a first person point of view. While for female hosts you can visibly see the bulge and the exiting embryo between the breasts. Though while you might be focused on breathing at this time, you are likely to be screaming at this point. Again, this is perfectly normal, you are in immeasurable pain and if you need to yell and scream, then now is the time. Don’t worry about noise as in the Birthing Center Isolation Rooms the walls are soundproof so you don’t hear anyone else and vice versa. At any rate, the bone under the skin will gradually weaken and tear while the center of the ribs and sternum will break and split apart. Then in a series of short yet powerful thrusts the embryo will burst forth in a spray of blood and viscera and have been born. You’ll likely either be dead at the instance of this due to massive trauma and blood loss but if you are still conscious you are likely to feel a great relief of pressure, obviously still a pain like you’ve never known, and the sensation of the alien squirming its way out of its newly created birth canal in your chest. It is at this point the birthing is complete and you are now the mother of a xenomorph. You will feel a numbness start to take hold and the slowing of your heart rate, if it is still even intact, and a gradual lapse in consciousness. At this time, we recommend just merely giving in and letting sleep overcome you. The hard part is done and so are you. There will be no more pain and no more worry, just let go and let the Birthing Center staff handle the alien newborn.

Frequently asked questions:

Question: “If I come in early enough can I get an ultrasound of the embryo?”

Answer: “Of course, if it is early enough in the pregnancy then you are certainly able to get one at no cost. Just ask the Birthing Center staff for details.

Question: “I wanted to originally do the birthing alone but I am scared. Can someone be in my room too; I don’t know…hold my hand or something?”

Answer: “While it is not recommended that another non-expecting individual be present in the room at the time of the birthing we can offer you the company of a Birthing Center Synthetic. They are programmed to be kind and compassionate in this hour of need and are of no mortal danger to the staff personnel or the expecting mother.”

Question: “Are there preferred types of hosts this affects?”

Answer: “No. Facehuggers impregnate any able living host. Man, woman, young, old, even some animals. None are shown any preference to hosting. Luckily all measures have been taken at Birthing Centers to accommodate any aforementioned host and/or scenario.”

Question: “I am worried about the ones I leave behind; is there a type of life insurance they can receive after this?”

Answer: “Yes, due to the WHO recognizing the xenomorph presence as a global health concern, insurance policies will cover costs postpartum and postmortem for the expecting mothers and those related.”

Question: “What happens to the aliens after they are born?”

Answer: “That is unfortunately classified information.”

Question: “Can a room be made ready for a group of people impregnated? Me and some of my girlfriends went to a bachelorette party and... things got a bit out of hand.”

Answer: “While rather unorthodox, such a set up can be made ready if we get a figure of how many are in the group as early as possible.”

Question: “Hey, do you guys like have a volunteer program? Like, if I wanted to host, could I come to the Center and you guys make that happen?”

Answer: “Speak with Birthing Center R&D representatives as to your inquiry. While it is not recommended to willingly host a xenomorph, every bit of data collected helps us further understand the aliens and prepare us to help others in the field.”

Question: “Hey I can… *Ahhh*…feel it, starting…*gasping*…can someone…. come and…*coughing and gagging*…Oh fuck, its coming!”

Answer: “Stay right where you are, a helicopter is on the way with a trained team on board!”

[prey-4-me]

Yeyinde: Ch 1 - The Enemy of my Enemy…

Yautja x fem!OC, developing relationship

What do you want from me

Why don’t you run from me

What are you wondering

What do you know

Bury a friend— Billie Eilish

Hard Meat - Yautja for Xenomorph

Soft Meat - Yautja for ooman prey/ other non-Xeno prey

Ooman - Yautja for human

Yeyinde - Yautja for Brave One

A/N - I’m stuck on this story so Im going to try something… Im going to post the first 2 chapters and then you give me ideas for what happens next… choose your own adventure? Let’s see how this goes. ♥️♥️

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The ooman was unusual. She ran of course, but when cornered, she didn’t cower or beg, or even panic. Instead she turned around and calmly fired four shots into his face. Enamored, he had let her live.

At the time, he hadn’t over analyzed it. He was in the middle of a hunt, after all. He had disarmed her so that she would not be a threat to the other Yautja. He had done her this small favor and moved on.

That evening, as he and the others sat around the campfire, he had encountered her again. A bird had flown out of a tree. He and the others knew what it meant, but played along. They had come from the trees, an entertaining surprise. In the fray that followed, he had spotted her facing off with a Young Blood. She was holding her own, but getting tired. 

He had gutted his current opponent and intervened. Growling and flaring his mandibles, he fended off the lesser warrior. Turning to her, he grunted curiously.

She had spewed many swears at him, lunging. Catching her in a bear hug, he had squeezed so that she couldn’t expand her chest. He waited calmly until she passed out. Uninterested in the rest of the fight, he had jumped up into a tree with her. Sitting languidly, he cradled her in his lap and watched the younger warriors dispatch their prey. It took forever. He snorted, bored. He was babysitting on this hunt. He had lost a wager. As a Blooded warrior, he preferred larger quarry. He clicked his mandibles, annoyed. He was missing out on a Hard Meat hunt right now. Then he reconsidered. He had in fact encountered an interesting situation. He looked down at the unconscious ooman.

Features calm, she looked peaceful. He studied her face. Pleasing to the eye. He had half a mind to maim her for her stupidity. But… no. He had no real desire to hurt her. What to do with her then? He could release her in the forest when the hunt was over. In the meantime, he’d keep her close to keep her safe.

***

She had been quiet upon waking. He speculated she was terrified. The aftermath of death was all around her. His companions were preparing their ooman trophies from the ambush last night. He grabbed her and pulled her into a seated position. He wasn’t too versed in ooman, but he could communicate somewhat. He wanted to talk to her for some reason.

“What is your name?” He rumbled softly.

Her eyes grew wide. “You… you just spoke.”

“Yeah.” He used ooman slang to impress her.

She stared at him for a moment, stunned. Collecting herself, she asked trepidatiously, “Are you going to kill me?”

“No.”

“But all the others…” She gestured at the gory scene.

“The others are acceptable trophies for the… Young Bloods.” He hoped he was using the right words.

“And you?” She narrowed her eyes suspiciously.

“This is no hunt for me.” He gestured vaguely, “No challenge.” She looked a bit insulted. “But you fight well,” he added quickly, partially backpedaling.

“What will you do to me, then?”

“Let you go. After the hunt.”

She was incredulous. “Why?”

“Shouldn’t you be…” he clicked his mandibles. He didn’t know the word for ‘happy.’ Finally he offered, “Not sad.”

“Well. You have a point.” He only partially understood her. She could tell apparently, and rephrased, “You are right.”

One of the Young Bloods came up, “Why is she still alive?” She nodded at the ooman.

The ooman looked nervously from her to him. Even though they were speaking Yautja language, she understood the comment wasn’t good for her. He stood, “Don’t worry about it.” He took a menacing step towards the younger Yautja. She backed off, grumbling.

“Thank you.”

He looked over at her, halfway sitting down. He made a confused noise. She seemed to get the drift.

“I mean… for protecting me. Now and earlier. I know that he would have killed me. And my skull would be bleached white already just like that one,” She pointed to the accumulating trophies. He gruffly nodded, but didn’t elaborate, having only partially understood.

She dropped it, instead asking, “How long is the rest of the hunt?”

He searched for the right ooman words for a moment. “Three days.”

“Oh. But there’s no more humans around here. You already killed all of us.”

“We are… going… another place.” He stumbled through the sentence.

“Where?”

“Down river.”

She thought about it. “There’s only some small villages that way. Nothing worth your time. No warriors.”

“Up river?”

“Nothing. But,” she emphasized, “further inland here there is supposed to be a camp of guerrillas.”

He tilted his head. She realized he had not understood. “Nothing up river. But… away from river in land. Warriors.”

“Mmm,” he grumbled, considering her suggestion.

“Why you…?” He gestured, unable to ask why she wanted to help them hunt more of her kind.

She understood anyway, “Because they killed and pillaged my village when I was a kid.” She realized she had said too much too fast again, “The warriors… killed my home.”

Hm. He decided to try it. “We go inland.”

She smiled.

“You stay here.”

She frowned.

“You want to go?” He was surprised.

“I can fight.”

“You are small.” He clicked disapprovingly.

“So? I would be fighting humans, not you.”

He considered. “Tomorrow we see.”

She shrugged, then leaned back into a log. “I’m hungry.” He realized he had to care for her needs for the next three days. Ah. Oh well. He grabbed some freeze dried meat and tossed it to her.

“What is it?”

“Meat.”

“… human?”

He laughed, “No.”

She relaxed and started to chew at it.

He returned to cleaning his weapons for tomorrow.

***

He had not explained to the others that the change in plans was due to the ooman. He didn’t feel like dealing with their attitudes about it. Curiosity had gotten the best of him, so he had allowed the ooman to accompany them. She was armed with a small blade. It looked big in her hands.

They had cloaked and stalked silently through the forest, scanning and listening for signs of oomans. His ooman led the way, appearing to be alone. Bait. He had not mentioned this part of the plan to her. She would be fine, anyway.

She tread carefully, impressively quiet for an ooman. Their species were notorious for being loud. It was part of the reason soft meat hunts were so boring for him. It was just too easy.

His hunting party stopped abruptly. They let the ooman wander ahead a bit. There were other oomans up ahead. A camp, just like she had said. He clicked, curious to see what she would do when the hunting started.

The other Yautja called to each other with clicks and soft whistles. They split up to surround the encampment. He followed after his ooman, wanting to ensure she was not harmed.

She boldly snuck to the edge of the campsite. Crouching down in some foliage, she seemed to be waiting. He sidled up next to her. She greeted him very quietly, “Hi.”

“Hey,” he used some more slang he knew.

“When will it start?” She whispered. She was antsy.

“Very soon,” he reassured.

Suddenly, it began. A single scream ripped through the early morning air. Then there was noise everywhere. His ooman was off, into the fray almost before he realized it. He sighed and followed to keep her safe.

She let out an angry cry, knifing a man who was facing off with a Yautja. He went down to one knee. She slit his throat, blood spraying everywhere. She seemed satisfied. The young Yautja was angry, having been robbed of a kill. He snarled and snapped at her. She stood her ground, apparently knowing he was there to protect her. He stepped between the two, clicking to diffuse the tension. “There’s many oomans here… go find another one.” The young hunter grumbled, but fell back.

He turned to her and chastised, “You can’t take kill from Yautja.” She nodded, looking guilty for a moment. Then she shrugged. “Okay.” She turned and ran off. He followed, shaking his head.

***

The hunt had been successful. His ooman companion seemed especially pleased, which he found ironic. She took no trophies, although she did take a few more lives. His thoughts turned to releasing her. Would she be okay alone in this forest?

“I’m hungry.”

He snapped out of his reverie. Tossing her some food, he sat down across the fire from her. She made no small talk. Apparently she really was very hungry.

He waited until she was finished, then asked, “Where you go, when we go?”

She shrugged, looking crestfallen. “Don’t know.”

“Why sad?”

“I… have nowhere to go.”

“Nowhere?” He clicked, surprised.

“Not really.”

“How?” He though most humans lived in small groups.

“I told you. The warriors killed my home… my… family.”

He understood. He clicked softly, feeling bad for her. He was very close to his own kin.

She eyed him.

“What?”

“I could… go with you.”

He snorted, stunned she would suggest something like that.

“I can fight… I mean hunt.”

“You… no… hunt hard meat.”

“Why?”

“Too strong. You are… soft.”

She was indignant. It amused him. Finally he said, “You… go far from.. ungh… ground?”

“You mean space travel?”

He shrugged, unsure what she was saying.

“Leave… my home for… your home?” She tried.

“Yes. But. You cannot go home. Until we… go back.”

“So? I could see the stars.”

He realized he was considering. Why? Of all the species it could be. This soft meat wanted to come with him.

“Hm… you want? Yes?” He clicked apprehensively, tilting his head.

“Yes. Big yes.”

“Tomorrow, we see.” He turned away from her.

***

She had risen early, as if she was afraid of being left behind. She was sitting primly on a log. He closed his eyes again and stretched languidly, growling a greeting at her. He thought about their upcoming trip home. He had tried to debate it with himself, but he had already decided she was coming. How would he deal with the other Blooded Yauja’s reactions? Would she regret it? He sighed and sat up.

She watched him solemnly. Amused, he remained silent, letting the tension build. Finally it broke her, “Well? Yes or no?”

He snapped his mandibles together, amused. But enough playing. “Yes.”

She smiled broadly, surprising him again. She was a very interesting ooman.

Ch 2

[bapydemonprincess]

Hi hii, big fan of you and grelleswife's fics and stuff. My favorite is The Butler, Big Brother, with Amy. I love Amy so much.❤️ So I want to know some things. Like would Amy count as an Aunt to any of Sebastian's kids you have made? Does she want to have a mate eventually too? Maybe get married? Can she make a contract and have a master or is that not possible being a President? Does she count in Hell as a child demon despite being a President? Like does she need looking after?? Does she know other demons seen like Claude and Hannah or do they not count because different universes? XD I remember she got really sick too going without eating a soul, so does she need to constantly eat souls? Also, I think, one more thing. I remember early chapters in the manga Sebastian said Hell has Xenomorph looking creatures not cats. Does Amy have those at all or any pets? And does she have a favorite animal like Sebastian?? ^^ Okay. I think that is all!! Thank you and I can't wait to see more stories from you! 😘😘 Hope Amy comes back especially!!! 😁❤️

Hello, Anon, and thank you so much for sending me this message and these interesting questions, and loving my and @grelleswife's writing!! It feels sooo good to get feedback, especially on my end when I'm only here on tumblr and not AO3 at the moment. So thank you overall so much for reaching out!! 💖

I'll try my best to answer all your questions!!

would Amy count as an Aunt to any of Sebastian's kids you have made?

I have definitely imagined some crossovers in some situations, like an older Amy in modern 21st century appearing to hunt down her sibling and popping up right at Seb's and Agni's place- wherever that may be -and meeting Aarushi and/or Ambrose. OR maybe at one point the meeting happened on purpose where Seb really WANTED their new, first heir Aarushi to be introduced to their family.. and then YEARS LATER.. Amy arrives to meet the SECOND one Seb popped out >:3 (*insert image of no-nonsense business wear pencil skirt Amy with heels and sunglasses and nails done looking all the world like a Wine Aunt, minus the wine*) Or of course her getting introduced to Wolfram and Seb and Wolf's babey Ulva, or Amy appearing in the sebagrellerin universe to meet the sweet babey Aidan.. OR... well... there are many verses, it seems, where Amy's big dumb sibling just can't resist a human mate and despite their differences.. 😏

2. Does she want to have a mate eventually too? Maybe get married?

Well, as I've established, in the uhh MAIN AMY UNIVERSE (*snort*) she's stumbled upon a teen reaper boi Adam Borders, under the mentorship of Grelle Sutcliff, and well... let's say she didn't stand a chance in the Tsundere Game >:3, though her veteran older sibling of said game is not too happy with this development! The Protect Family Urges growing STRONGER than EVER in Sebastian 🤭 Even against all common sense! And I've basically established that they are pretty much like mates at this point.. minus the mental bond connection.. Who knows, maybe they'll get there eventually! 😉 As for marriage, well... it's much more complicated to imagine overall because Amy is a demon. And yes, we've written SEBASTIAN getting married, but I'd say the difference is Seb is more... a "domesticated" demon. Because, in this fanon at least, Seb is way more into human concepts like marriage. Not to say maybe Amy ISN'T but.. she's also a young, teenage-like demon too, so.. gehstdjfuy that's the best way to put it, I think. 😅

3. Can she make a contract and have a master or is that not possible being a President?

I personally believe she COULD make a contract, and any demon has the ability in most cases. In this universe. In That Butler, Big Brother, in fact, she tried to make a contract- if VERY poorly -with Prince Soma. Basically if she'd had more experience and know-how, she likely could have done it. Although in that case, it also depends on the human being targeted, and despite if Amy WAS experienced, I doubt even then it would have worked, because well.. Soma. But there's a time and place for everything, so, if the scenario was different, like Amy was facing a human in perhaps a much more desperate situation, and the human needed to chose either a contract or.. y'know.. DEATH likely.. Then that definitely would be a more likely way for Amy to make a contract! And pull it off despite being a President! I think, personally, with her job at home much more better handled and stuff, she could definitely go off and make a contract or two somehow. 😌

4. Does she count in Hell as a child demon despite being a President? Like does she need looking after??

Well I do not see her as a "child" by demon standards anymore, but much more in the pre-teen/teen area of her immortal demonic like. Though there is most definitely a hierarchy in hell, a ranking system, where the higher in the ranks you are, the less you have to do for yourself, really, because you have servants yourself at that point. Though somehow, the rank of "President" counts as still a hard working sort of rank and not a "sit on your ass all day" rank. Somehow. 😜 And I definitely wanted to keep a lot of the "official lore" of Amy the demon from the actual real life Lesser Key of Solomon that includes the fact that they do influence humans in some way.. specifically teaching them things like astrology and liberal arts like the page says! Though my version of Amy is definitely a demon who has been coddled and stays put and, well, despite what they've described Amy as, She or He is much ... smaller and youthful.. (Though there is art of Amy the Demon in HUGE firey forms, and I think despite age, she CAN become like that 🔥 because as we've seen with Seb in the manga, size and shape certainly don't matter~)

5. Does she know other demons seen like Claude and Hannah or do they not count because different universes?

I do believe I've answered these questions before actually! Here about Hannah, and here about Claude!

6. I remember she got really sick too going without eating a soul, so does she need to constantly eat souls?

The main reason she got so weak in that case was from coming to Earth by her own means without all the typical summoning help of a human on this side, and offering up a sacrifice to her like we've seen in the manga done. And, for a younger demon like Amy to just go off and use what power she has to pop up on earth, it was pretty risky on her end! I wouldn't say she has to, normally, constantly eat souls, but compared to a much older demon like Sebastian, it's a very vital thing to keep up her energy if she wants to keep staying on earth and hanging around!

7. I remember early chapters in the manga Sebastian said Hell has Xenomorph looking creatures not cats. Does Amy have those at all or any pets? And does she have a favorite animal like Sebastian?

I definitely can imagine these Totally-Not-an-Aliens-Reference "pets" of hell are the type of animal that are like guard dog-like, and maybe many higher-up demons have them for security or pets.. But I also see Amy as the type to trust other demons for security over creatures that are more animal-like. I'm not sure if she has a favorite at the moment right now, really. I just see Amy as a jumpy little demon, who just can't exactly trust any of the four legged, furry, non-furry, or no legged creatures of earth just yet 😂 (She's still a babey in those types of situations you could say~🖤)

WELL, I hope I've answered all your questions to your liking, I've been busy and tired lately so it was a little bit of a struggle when to find the best time to answer these.. But I really wanted to, so here I am, while at walmart, doing my best fgrhdkyfug 💀

But again, thank you so so much for the questions and your message overall!! I love getting feedback, really I do!! And it was fun to think up answers for this!! So feel free to return and send me more at any time!! 🥰🥰🥰