#farmer Yautja

[yaut-jaknowit]

Y'know what? I think it'd be funny as hell if a human farmer (y/n) befriended a xenomorph. And it acts like a cute, drooling, ..alien dog. And their male Yautja parter tolerates the Xeno while in front or near his human mate. But when y/n disappears. They both are just at each other's throats?

If that's okay, also I love your writing! And I cannot wait to see more! And I hope you have a lovely day/night

Lost Dog

Character: Con'tei (Male Yautja) x GN!Reader with Xeno

Word Count: 1784

Summary: As a farmer on a planet not many know, you live your life contently. Waking up early to go out into the fields and work. It's just yourself and your mate, Con'tei. Until a special alien shows up and worms its way into your soft heart instantly.

Author Note: This is such a funny idea.

Masterlist

Ao3

Ever since that day you stumbled upon an injured Xenomorph, it’s been attached to your hip. Since that same day, Con’tei has wanted nothing more than to tear the alien apart. No matter how many times you asked him to at least be civil with the thing. The Yautja has his own thoughts of the Xenomorph. That being having its head upon his wall. Specifically above the bed. Its nonexistent, lifeless eyes peering down at you. Con’tei was sure to let you of every detail to paint a picture inside of your mind. Every time.

When the Xeno looked up at you, guts nearly splattered across the edge of your corn field, you had fallen. Though it has no eyes, you felt compelled to help it back to your dwelling. Con’tei had been off on a hunt and left you enough time to patch up the creature. Until the Yautja returned and smelled the scent of a hard meat on the property. It took lots of sweet talking to get the male to calm down and listening to your voice.

Finally, Con’tei was able to think clearly after he saw you were okay. No injuries. No smell of blood. Not even fear in the air. The Yautja was more than confused on the what, why, and how. That only grew worse when he only had to take step to the side.

There in the bath tub of the dwelling sat the observing hard meat, just peering at him. You physically had to wrap your arms around Con’tei’s thin waist and pull the newly blooded away.

Worst of all, the xeno morph lept out of the tub when it saw the struggle. Its instincts flaring to life. It thought you were fighting the enemy and rushed out to help. Water dripped down its black, scared hide. Sharp silver teeth were bared at Con’tei. Its long, black tail whipped side to side.

A yelp slipped from your lips. Con’tei pushed you off of him a bit too harsh and lunged at the creature. You fell down to the ground and landed wrong on your wrist.

The two clash for a second when your sharp cry sounded an alarm. Each held onto the other, ready to draw blood. They whipped their heads over to your lying, prone form. One pushed at the other and nearly climbed over each other.

Con’tei reaches you first and kneels down at your side. But, he’s shoved off to the side by a black, skeleton hand. A deep bellow tumbled out of his chest as he reared back up to kill the hard meat somehow in your shared home.

It’s your crying that breaks the two of them up again. They separate once more to rush to your aid. For the moment, they were able to ignore the other. Con’tei’s dark orange hands touches at your hands. One was pinned to your chest by the other. Pain radiating from one. A deep purr vibrated from the Yautja in a comforting manner. His bright yellow eyes scanned over the rest of you. The only thing that was of concern was the wrist you were clutching onto.

Across from you, the xenomorph was whining and nudging its elongated head against your cheek. The move didn’t go unnoticed by Con’tei who snarled and scooped you away from the creature. This nearly became a tug-of-war match until you shouted, “stop it!” Each alien stilled.

“Stop fighting, please! I’m in pain and you’re only making it worse.” Con’tei whimpered and bowed his head in a manner that resembled a kicked puppy. “And you’re not making it any better by flailing around.” The xeno lowered its own head, tail dropping to the ground.

“Now, please, put me down. I think I just pulled a muscle in my wrist no thanks to the two of you,” you snapped at the two of them. The anger mostly coming from the pain sprouting from your throbbing wrist.

One look in your heat gaze had the Yautja listening to you. Your feet gingerly touched the ground. Con’tei was hesitant to let go of you at first. His gaze couldn’t stop flickering towards the creature he was sworn to kill. His muscles twitched as he fought every single cell in his body not to leap over you and slaughter it where it stood.

Instantly, you turned towards Con’tei and jabbed a finger into his chest. “Hey! Look at me, sir,” you demanded. The burnt orange Yautja had to drag his gaze off of the xeno. You had just turned your back to it with little care of your safety. “I know you are freaking internally and externally but let me explain.”

He bristled. Of course, you better explain in why in Cetanu’s name is there a hard meat in your home. And why was is following you around? Why was is it protecting you? His first thought was dismissed when smelled no change to your body. It hadn’t implanted anything into you. Con’tei snorted and crossed his arms.

You couldn’t help the sigh, shoulders sagging a little. “Okay, I deserved that.” Con’tei could agree with that. “But, you must see it from my side. I was working the field when I stumbled across this poor thing, all injured and begging for help.” He was ready to shake some sense into you. “I took it home and nursed it back to health. Now, its like a dog! It follows around and helps me around the house and even in the field.”

His anger flooded back to Con’tei’s mind and nearly blinded him. How could the one person he loves in the universe say such stupidity in the moment? He knew you were smarter than this. Yet, here you were proving him wrong with each word that falls out of your mouth.

The xeno made its point by coming up behind you and nuzzling its ugly face into the crook of your neck. His muscles flexed. “And why do you have it our home? Why isn’t it dead?” Injured, you should’ve had little trouble by exterminating the cursed thing. Why did your heart have to be so big? Why did your luck have to be so terrible?

Your face soured. You stepped back and patted the top of the xenomorph’s smooth, shiny head. It gave a chuff and rubbed against you some more. “Because, it was injured! I had to save it. I wasn’t going to let it die! What kind of person do you take me for to leave an injured creature for dead?” By Paya’s name, if he didn’t love you so much. He desperately wanted to shake some sense into you. Maybe rattle the thought of care for it out of your head.

“Exactly why it should be dead. You had a chance to kill it. Why didn’t you take it?” His hunter mind couldn’t grasp the thought process of your ooman brain.

Those were the wrong words to say.

“I told you! It was injured and I’m not like you. It looked so sad and pathetic. Now, look at it! It’s like a puppy I’ve always wanted. A very…” you trailed off to glance over your shoulder. “A very big, scary puppy who would protect me!”

There was truth to your words. Clearly, it was willing to protect you from someone who could easily kill it. But to leave it to live, Con’tei couldn’t let himself live with that knowledge. Even if it showed compliancy to you at the moment, who knows when its baser instincts kick in and slaughter you or use your body for a host.

Con’tei huffed and narrowed his bright eyes on you. “I said no.” The Yautja was still young and recently gained his clan marking during his chiva against these blasted creatures.

The way your brows jumped at his denial; then, your gaze darkened. Con’tei felt a drop of fear fall into the pit of his stomach. “No? Well, mister, it’s not up to you. You go off on these hunts all by yourself for a week or so. I’m left all alone!” You turned your head and nuzzled against the unforgiving, smooth surface of the xenomorph’s cheek. “What happens if something attacks our home? I can’t protect it to save my life. With it, I could at least stand a chance.”

What were you thinking?! After everything he’s told you about his near failure during his chiva, you had wished for the hard meat to stay. You go against his direct order to protect you keep it!

Yet… the truth behind your words sunk deep into the soft tissue of his brain. The knowledge this planet held many dangers while you sit at home, unprotected and weaponless, churned his stomach. Con’tei gritted his mandibles and looked over your shoulder. The creature had its face turned towards him, chin resting on your shoulder.

He tried to think of ways to convince you. Maybe, he’ll spend what little credits he had to get you a creature to protect you. Something he could train from a young age. Something that wasn’t a hard meat that could tear out your throat in a instant.

When his gaze returned to you, his stubbornness finally cracked. A groan sounded from him. “Little one, I swear…” he trailed off then let his shoulders sag. “Alright, alright. Fine. But, you must have it trained. A collar will be put on it. It will send an electric shock through its body, immobilizing it should it turn on you. I’m warning you, my mate.”

All of his stories he’s told you were fresh in your mind. His near defeat of his own life by these creatures. But, the loneness of sitting in an empty house made life difficult.

A squeal pierced the air. Your arms snatched around his waist. Con’tei jolted at first then let himself settle in your embrace before his own arms return the motion. The hunt had been long and made him long for this affection with you this entire time. What is he going to do with his little ooman who has him wrapped around their tiny pinkie finger?

With a sigh, he lets you go.

“Okay, you two be good then. I’ve gotta go clean up the bathroom!” You blew each of them a kiss before skipping towards the bathroom. The door was closed behind you to clean up the mess the xenomorph had left behind in his wake of protection.

Both of the alien’s watched as the door closed behind you. Then, they snapped their heads towards the other. A second paused the still air. Each lunged at the other in a clash of fangs, claws, and snarls.

[ozzgin]

So @moonthundersoldier requested a Predator x Reader headcanon and I have to say, I took my time with it as an excuse to watch Prey and whip out my dusty old comics. I‘m a big fan of Alien and Predator and this was my chance to finally try my hand at it! Hopefully it turns out alright.

Various Predators x Predator! Reader Headcanons

Featuring various Yautja types that independently find and court a mysterious reader raised by humans.

Part 1: Meeting

Part 2: Courting

Part 3: Mating

Backstory

The earliest memory you have of your parents consists only of their wide backs as they hastily controlled the ship, looking for a new hunting ground. You were born to a pair of bad bloods that have been exiled by their clan. They were loudly typing in the parameters for the landing, which so far wasn’t looking gracious. Just as the ship brushed against Earth‘s atmosphere, a foreign vessel appeared behind. Judging by the angry growls of your parents, it wasn’t a good thing.

You of course don’t recall any of it, but what followed was a swift battle once the landing jets touched the ground. The second ship opened up without delay and several Predators in stark white armor marched their way out. They were enforcers, dispatched to hunt down criminals such as your parents. As they finished their gruesome task, they noticed the remaining heat radiating from the cockpit. Had they missed a member? Then again, the overall shape was too small for a regular man. One of the officers climbed into the collapsed remains of the ship and spotted you. Troublesome. He nonchalantly grabbed your carrier and walked out, showing the cause of mild concern to the others. The important things such as weapons were to be returned to Yautja Prime, anything else destroyed. So, what were they supposed to do with you?

The answer was found rather quickly, as their helmets notified them of approaching life forms. Most likely wild animals, in which case you would also be taken care of. The suckling of fugitives could hardly integrate back in the clan. This was for the best. So they quickly discarded the remaining wreckage and boarded their vessel once again.

“Oh God, what is that?” a tall man shouts as he approaches your abandoned carrier, holding tight onto the shotgun. “Some sort of creature…Be careful!”

The plump woman with a sunburned face that had followed behind was now just a few inches from you, bending over with genuine curiosity. “Are you serious right now? Put that shotgun down, it’s a baby!” Seemingly unperturbed by your unusual appearance, she picked you up and briefly analyzed your features before lifting your carrier and turning around. “Let’s go, I’m not leaving a child behind. We’ll figure it out.”

Reader’s countryside life

And so you were raised by honest, loving and - most importantly - human farmers. Since you’ve been equipped with proper, superior intelligence, it has been easy for you to acquire the human language. The clicks and growls were slowly replaced with fully articulated words. Save for your reptilian appearance, you are otherwise an authentic member of the family.

You might have the docile, caring behavior of a human, but your predator instincts have not been discarded. You’re taller and stronger than your “relatives”, and the more dangerous labor of guarding or hunting has been in your hands for many years now. The old shotgun now serves as a dusty wall decoration, it could never compete with your claws, speed and ferocity. Your heart remains that of a hunter.

Eventually it becomes a vague gossip within the cities of Yautja Prime that one of their own might be roaming Earth, completely unaware of their roots. A Predator woman, trained by humans. What would the outcome be? Curiosity peaks for certain Predators and they can’t help but wish to see you with their own eyes. Maybe the different backgrounds would provide future younglings with unknown exotic advantages.

Your peaceful life comes to an end when the first of many suitors descends onto the bizarre planet and manages to track you down. The first encounter leaves you speechless: are there more individuals like you out there? You feel relief flushing over you as the knowledge of similar creatures settles in. You weren’t alone, after all. And soon enough you even learn to describe what you’ve always questioned about yourself. You’re a Yautja, a Predator.

Predators meeting the reader

You’ve really caught the feral Predator’s eyes. He has parted ways with modern technology a long time ago and prefers to hunt with minimal tools. He finds your way of surviving very similar to his tribal lifestyle, relying more on strength and agility that have been polished in raw nature. He’s the one that teaches you the native language and tells you about the Homeworld, though he suspects you come from a different hemisphere. He likes to observe the tactics you’ve developed to hunt the animals of this world and shares his own experience and tips with you. He has grown fond of the wilderness on this planet and plans to propose that the two of you build a family away from the needless hassle of cities. If there’s such a thing as a soul mate, then Black Warrior has entrusted him to be yours.

The visit you receive from an elite Predator is not as cozy. He watches you from afar and notices your interactions with the humans. His guide marks them as targets, so why are you acting all chummy with boring prey? They don’t seem to have combat skills and yet you bring them game and offer protection. He refuses to believe that you’ve been in some way enslaved, bringing shame to your kind. He decides to confront you and demand answers. Having learned the language, you explain that this is your clan, the family that raised you. You’re a bit annoyed that this complete stranger is bringing in his hierarchies and social constructs as some sort of universal law. You do not care for his philosophy of power and warn him to be respectful of the customs here. Aha, there it is. Your imposing figure and assertive threats confirm to him you’re a proper Yautja despite the circumstances. His initial frown is replaced by a satisfied expression. Don’t worry, your potential won’t go to waste in this dump of weaklings. He’ll take you home with him and show you the true meaning of a Predator family. Even if he has to fight you a little for it.

This fugitive bad blood has finally found you. He’d known your parents for a long time and heard about their demise, but he never expected they’d leave an offspring behind. He scans your figure with a certain impertinence, pleased by what he sees. Should he kill the humans and capture you as his mate? It’s certainly the most entertaining option. He smugly shows you his trophy belt, bearing the skulls of defeated prey, and asks you if your little creatures deserve a spot. You assume a fighting stance and erratic clicking sounds erupt from his chest, most likely a laugh. You have no tools and you’ve only ever fought…what…little Earth piglets half the size of a Predator Hound? But it’s alright, he wants a feisty mother for his children. Give your best shot.

By far the most challenging admirer has been the Berserker. You can see the similarity between the two of you, but the blood red eyes are unlike all the other Predators you’ve encountered before. Merely seconds after discovering your presence, the creature attempted to dominate you and you had to trash your way out of its grasp. You try to assess the situation but have little time to contemplate before the next attack occurs. He’s heavier and larger than you or the other Predators and as much as you hate to admit, taking him down could prove difficult. What does he want? He thankfully hasn’t redirected his aim towards your family, and if he so desired he may have killed you by now. He retracts his claws and turns to face you once again. He’s mocking you, not even keeping his guard up. But there’s something else in his eyes, a primal urge that sends cold shivers down your spine. He’s going to make you his.

[yautjalover]

Sometimes I think about a Yautja raised by humans meeting another Yautja for the first time.

Like let's say in the 1950s a 20 year old couple found a baby Yautja and decided to raise them. Cause idk they're childless farmers in the middle of nowhere. I once saw somewhere it takes like 67 years for a Yautja to reach adulthood (I may be wrong).

So the year is 2024 and our farmer couple is in their 90s when their now adult alien child meets an injured yautja hunter.

(Also the human raised yautja would probably have human values and beliefs along with wearing human clothes. Plus we all know they'd have the most basic human name like Bobby, Tomas, Elijah, Judy, Martha, Tonya etc.)

The the sadness Yautja Judy would feel along with the misunderstandings that would happen when she meets another of her kind would be funny. Especially when they talk and both realize neither speaks eachothers language.

Judy isn't surprised cause she knows she's an alien and of course her race has its own language. (She is sad though cause they can't communicate) Meanwhile normal yautja (let's call him hunter) is confused and a little terrified cause why is she wearing ooman clothes and speaking perfect English.

Judy would definitely give Hunter uncanny valley like what do you mean you were raised on earth and think hunting oomans is wrong?! What do you mean eating raw meat is nasty, and the predator dogs are ugly?!

It's even worse when Hunter sees her now elderly foster parents and the farm. Cause why would you keep perfectly good prey locked up behind fences? There's no fun in hunting already trapped prey?! Also why are you letting that ooman TOUCH your dreads!?!?!? WTF is braiding?!?!?

Hunters like:

So after Hunter is all healed up he leaves without saying goodbye. Judy is left to believe she'll never see another Yautja again. (Not like she cares dude was always staring at her and hissing at her parents.)

Hunter actually went back to the clanship to get a better translator and told everyone about Judy. No one believes him though....Till he shows his mask recording and everyone's like:

Now everyone is trying to figure out whose Judy's real parents and how to deal with the situation.

Meanwhile weeks later Judy's living her best life never realizing that her real parents just entered earths orbit. And they want her back cause she's literally their ONLY child.

Also this is Judy's childhood always getting jumped on by the family cat. And wearing like 10 layers in fall and winter cause her human parents thought she'd freeze to death.

Ya know this is quite great, because I have a WIP fanfic about this exact scenario. It’s called Kira, that being the human-raised Yautja’s name. Her real name is K1RA, but eventually she was just called Kira.

She’s raised by a secretive arm of the US military and trained to be their defense when a predator visits Earth again. Their own Predator on their side. They of course have her participate in secretive missions for the military.

It’s got a meddlesome goddess, a grumpy Yautja raised by his own people, an adult coming of age and finding one’s place in the world, and finding love in all of that. Despite my life being hectic lately, I’m still working on the eighth chapter. ☺️

You should write that down as a fic! We need more unique Yautja like this. I’d definitely give it a read. 😁 There are so many opportunities for humor and awkward scenarios!

Link to my fic on Ao3 here.

You can also find it on WattPad here.

[lovesqueaky123]

Age: young adult

Rank: blooded

Height: 7 feet, 6 inches

Gear: wristblades (left gauntlet) : two serrated knives : cloaking field : plasmacaster : wrist shield (right gauntlet) : combi-stick : flechette grenades

Bio: Lamaya was born into a badblood clan, a band of murderous and dishonourable marauders. Lamaya never displayed the violent madness her clan were known for. After maiming a lecherous older warrior in her teens, Lamaya fled by stealing a ship. With little idea on how to actually pilot the vehicle, she ended up crashing on the blue-green world her clan often visited their viciousness upon.

Earth.

Lamaya found herself in the Rocky mountains, armed only with her mother's serrated knives and a stolen bio-mask. With an entire world to explore, without the risk of being attacked by a larger male, lamaya set out to investigate her surroundings.

Ultimately, her hunger drew her towards humanity. The smell of food lured her down towards a farmer's house, where she encountered the hunter's son. After getting over his initial nervousness, the boy brought her some food, thus gaining her trust. She decided that humans weren't acceptable prey, but decided that there's plenty of other things to kill. Her theory was confirmed when she found a dead cow that had been ripped open from the inside, and a dead facehugger nearby. Despite her slave-like position in her clan, even she had heard stories of the "hard meat" and that her race viewed them as the worthiest of prey. Desiring her blood mark and unwilling to allow them to run rampant, Lamaya decided to hunt down the Xenomorph.

Lamaya was able to track down the Xenomorph nest within a few hours, but the arrival of other Yautja, 6 hunters from her clan looking for her, had considerably complicated things, as did an unrelated Yautja enforcer here to kill them and deal with the Xenomorph infestation.

Lamaya managed to overpower and kill one of the badbloods, and took his gear which she used to make her first Xenomorph kill, saving the enforcer from a Xenomorph ambush. Grateful for her potentially saving his life, the enforcer, kataashak, offered to train her in the ways of battle.

Lamaya proved to be a quick learner, and through Kataashak's trial-by-fire tutelage, she quickly racked up an impressive number of Xenomorph kills, including two Praetorians and later disemboweled the Xenomorph queen so Kataashak could kill it.

Even after the Xenomorphs were dealt with, kataashak stayed to continue training lamaya, honing her into a deadly warrior. She tracked down and killed the other badbloods, taking both heads and weapons as trophies. Kataashak eventually left for other fights, but Lamaya decided to stay, having befriended some humans (and liking the meats they fed her) However she soon turned her attention to the darker Elements of humanity. Serial Killers, war criminals and other villains became her prey, and word soon spread of an unseen assassin, an invisible executioner who would appear, dispense swift and brutal justice upon the guilty, and leave with their severed heads. Using a small ship that kataashak left for her, Lamaya travels the globe, ever seeking to wet her blades with the blood of the monstrous and murderous.

Personality: like most Yautja, Lamaya is a strong-willed and ruthless hunter, well-versed in the ways of battle and willing to fight for any reason she thinks is good enough. Fearsome, headstrong and dominant, Lamaya tolerates no insult and seldom backs down from a challenge. Unlike many of her kind, however, lamaya is quite friendly with humans once she knows them, and is polite and respectful towards those she decides to trust and speak to, even learning more than one human language so she can communicate easier. She won't hesitate to kill anyone who threatens the innocent. Since she's only interested in obtaining trophies, Lamaya often gives any victim's wealth to those she thinks needs it, or at least leaves it where it can be found.

[monstersandmaw]

I have a character ask that isn't part of an existing game, but I'm personally curious: who among your characters, if any of them, is polyamorous or would be open to having multiple partners?

Non-ask-game related asks are always welcome any time!!

So far for poly stories I've got:

Werewolf lads Rowan and Caleb with their gn. reader

Mino lad Curran and orc lad Nil with their f. reader

Male selkie Minnow and male orc Thulin with their gn reader

Male naga Jhinyu and male mongoose monster Tavi and their gn reader

Male yautja-inspired alien (Croc) and his mates Midnight and their human (mentioned in Big Red's story, but no story of their own - yet?)

Rowan, my Stardew valley werewolf farmer is poly, but if his partner isn't into that, he'll happily be in a monogamous relationship.

Male selkie (Edmund) and male bucca (Cornish eel water spirit) and Nel from Laces for a Lady - 18th century Cornish smuggling story

Edit: additional story - Cerberus brothers x gn reader, with the caveat that the brothers are not in a relationship with each other.

I think that's it for specifically poly stories and characters, but I'm sure that others of mine would be open to it given the right partners/circumstances.

[tallships-and-starlights]

Basics from the clan that most of my OC's hail from that most of you know nothing about

The Ju'dha-Vak'ra, or Vak'ra for short, are a unique Yautja clan deeply connected to the sea, embodying the spirit of Earth Mediterranean cultures in their family and community structures. Despite their fearsome reputation as hunters, the Vak'ra are known for their jovial and friendly demeanor, fostering strong bonds within their clan and with neighboring communities.

Clan Name and Meaning: Ju'dha-Vak'ra, meaning "water weavers," signifies their mastery of the sea and the intricate weaving of their lives with its rhythms.

Settlement Design:

The Vak'ra settlement is carved into a sheer cliffside overlooking the sea. Homes are constructed halfway between the sea level and the cliff's top, ensuring safety even during storms.

Interconnected by bridges and ladders, the homes form a tight-knit community where families thrive.

Below the cliff, a sandy beach provides a natural harbor for the clan's boats. Docks line the shore, bustling with activity as fishermen prepare for their journeys.

At the summit of the cliff, guild artisan buildings stand proudly, each dedicated to a specific craft such as boat building, weaving, and other traditional arts.

Beyond the settlement, farmer's fields sprawl out, where livestock graze and crops are cultivated. This sustains the clan's agricultural needs and reinforces their self-sufficiency.

The surrounding forests act as a protective barrier, shielding the clan from outside threats and providing a hunting ground for game.

Family and Community Structure:

The Vak'ra emphasize strong family ties and communal bonds. Extended families often reside together in the same home, fostering a sense of unity and support.

Clan gatherings and celebrations are frequent, with feasts and festivals celebrating the sea's bounty and the clan's achievements.

Elders hold revered positions within the clan, serving as guides and advisors, passing down traditions and wisdom to younger generations.

Each member of the clan contributes to its prosperity, whether through fishing, boat building, weaving, or other crafts. Cooperation and collaboration are fundamental values.

Cultural Practices:

Rituals honoring the sea and its creatures are central to Vak'ra culture. Offerings are made to appease sea spirits and ensure bountiful catches.

Traditional dances and music are passed down through generations, reflecting the rhythm of the waves and the spirit of the sea.

The Vak'ra hold a deep respect for nature, viewing themselves as stewards of the land and sea. Sustainable practices are employed in fishing, farming, and resource management.

Hospitality is a cornerstone of Vak'ra culture, with travelers welcomed warmly into their homes and feasted upon with generosity.

Relations with Other Clans:

Despite their amiable nature, the Vak'ra are fiercely protective of their territory and resources. They maintain diplomatic relations with neighboring clans but are prepared to defend their homeland if necessary.

Trade and alliances are forged with coastal and maritime clans, exchanging goods and knowledge to mutual benefit.

The Vak'ra's reputation as skilled fishermen and artisans earns them respect among other Yautja clans, enhancing their standing within the broader community.

Education and Training:

Young Vak'ra children begin their schooling at a young age, where they are taught the history of the clan, including its traditions, legends, and the pantheon of gods and deities they worship.

As they progress through their education, they are trained in essential skills such as combat, hunting (both on land and at sea), and weaving. These skills are crucial for survival and play integral roles in Vak'ra society.

Graduation from schooling requires mastery of these skills. Students must demonstrate proficiency in combat techniques, hunting strategies, and weaving techniques before they can proceed to the next stage of their lives.

Chiva - Rite of Passage:

Upon graduation, students are formed into groups of three, each member possessing a different set of skills learned during their schooling.

These groups are tasked with a significant challenge: to build a boat, weave a sail, and craft necessary weapons for their Chiva, or rite of passage.

The group isolates themselves on the beach, living in their own homes for a period of six to seven moon cycles (roughly six to seven months). During this time, they dedicate themselves entirely to their work, honing their skills and preparing for the ultimate test.

Once the boat is completed and the necessary equipment is crafted, the group sets sail to hunt a large sea serpent, believed to be the progeny of the sea god's mount.

Successfully defeating the sea serpent is a symbol of maturity and prowess. The entire serpent's body is brought back to the clan, where it is utilized in various ways, including consumption of its flesh and crafting of clothing, weapons, and trophies.

The group that felled the beast is now considered adults within the clan, earning them the right to participate in mating season and to build their own homes within the cliffside settlement.

Career Paths:

As adults, Vak'ra clan members have the freedom to choose their career paths, based on their skills, interests, and the needs of the clan.

Career options include weaving, boat building, smithing, farming, soldiering, fishing, or dedicating oneself to the role of healer, which involves serving in the clan's temple and providing spiritual and physical aid to fellow clan members.

God of the Sea:

The god of the sea is depicted as a powerful figure, with large tusked lower mandibles and a scaled cape, wielding a massive bone spear.

He rides atop a massive serpent, using it to traverse the depths of the sea and reach the horizon to meet his lover, the goddess of the moon.

The tale of the sea god's love for the moon goddess begins with his declaration of love. Despite his swimming prowess, he cannot reach the horizon to meet her.

The moon goddess sends down a serpent from the heavens, tasking the sea god with taming it to ride to the horizon. After days of relentless effort, he successfully tames the beast using a net woven from ocean plants.

Riding the serpent, the sea god reaches the horizon and weds the moon goddess, uniting the realms of sea and sky.

Goddess of the Moon:

The goddess of the moon is portrayed as ethereal, with a large crest adorned with a white mark symbolizing the cradle of the moon.

She calls to the sea god, inviting him to meet her on the horizon for their wedding. When he struggles to reach her, she sends him the serpent as a means of transportation.

The moon goddess's union with the sea god results in the birth of twin boys, who became the twin suns that illuminate the earth.

However, the playful nature of the sun's leads to them scalding the sea, revealing the land beneath. To console her husband, the moon goddess molds clouds into various animals, which she casts into the sea to amuse him.

Despite her efforts, the sea god grows lonely over time. In his loneliness, he swims to the edge of the sea and creates a daughter from the clay formed by the waves battering the rocky coast.

The daughter of the land becomes the steward of the earth, shaping its landscapes and populating it with flora and fauna. Her creation of life brings balance to the world and sustains both sea and land.

These myths, passed down through generations, serve to explain the origins of the natural world and reinforce the interconnectedness of the sea, the land, and the celestial realms in the eyes of the Vak'ra people.

God of the Sea: [God of the hunt and weaving]

Name: Thal'rok, meaning "Master of the Depths"

Goddess of the Moon: [Goddess of light, creation, fertility]

Sel'thara - Combining "Sel," referencing the moon, with "Thara," representing divinity

Twin Suns: [Gods of light, fire and mischief]

Names: Ra'kar and Ra'thar, signifying "Sunrise" and "Sunset" respectively

Daughter of the Land: [Goddess of art, fertility, earth and the hunt]

Drakara - Combining "Draka," meaning earth, with a suffix denoting femininity

If you actually read this whole thing than you are the coolest person ever thank you so much. Please feel free to ask me questions. I will be posting more art about this soon. Been drawing everything traditionally so...

[annwayne]

Ann's WIP Masterlist

A list of my in-progress works that have yet to be posted anywhere. None of these are abandoned works.

☀️ Active - Frequently working on, writing/editing, thinking about ✨ Background - Occasionally working on, thinking about 🌒 Shelved - Untouched/out of mind for significant time

Originally a Smut Wars treat idea, now just a wip I wanna make bc it wont be done in time

Zabrak!OC/Baylan Skoll fic 🌒

The Red Logs: Murder in a Bar ✨

Next fic after Return to The Temple.

The Red Logs: Attack on Coruscant (working title) 🌒

Fic that takes place directly after Murder in a Bar.

Unnamed Crosshair/Anya Oneshot AU 🌒

How Anya does as Clone force 99’s Jedi commander in an AU where she stayed with the order.

Unnamed Hunter/Farmer oneshot 🌒

Clone force 99 crash land post order 66 on some farmland. Luckily the farmer remembers clones fondly, and is happy to help them.

Tech's Research 🌒

Tech learns what intense sexual desire feels like. Unrelated-He asks Anya and Crosshair if he could observe them while intimate for "research" purposes. An AU oneshot of The Red Logs.

Corruption!AU 🌒

Anya and Tech are missing after they went out to gather intel on a hidden Separatist base. When they aren't found while infiltrating and destroying the base, the rest of clone force 99 must track down the pair through the dangerous wilds they've found themselves in. Anya and Tech are found, but they are changed...

Alice In Atlantis 🌒

A Todd the Wraith/Alice Tucker (OC) fic that'll explore their relationship as it develops and what could've been if the gene therapy to allow Wraith to eat food had worked.

Bridgerton!AU Oneshot ☀️

What if nearly everything went as canon, up till the end? Alice and Todd have perfected their wraith "cure," only there's a hitch. Wraith still can't eat normal food, but they don't have to kill the humans they feed on. So, a plan is devised to ensure that wraith learn to respect humans while never needing to take what they need forcefully. Who else, to show this can work, than the human and wraith duo who made this possible in the first place?

Predator!AU Oneshot ✨

Atlantis comes across a xenomorph nest. They work alongside Todd, his hive, and a new hesitant ally to save Atlantis. Absolutely just an excuse to have Todd and a Yuatja growl at each other. High chance of smut.

Unnamed Eric Northman/Awyn Lake Long Fic 🌒

Slight AU, if Sookie and Bill never got tangled up with Eric, well then who did? Awyn Lake is a graduate student who’s just turned 26. After celebrating at a vampire bar, her life will never be the same.

Unnamed Isekai!Riddick Fic 🌒

Ares Mayer finds their life split between two realities. Despite knowing exactly what will happen in one reality, it seems nothing she does can change the outcome. Riddick/Ares Mayer.

Unnamed Omegaverse Predators Fic ✨

This is the story of how a young Yellowstone Ranger got tangled up with Yautja. Set in the 70's with unique twist on the omegaverse.

Crashed Dove 🌒

A story about how Aria "Dove" Day became a member of 141. Ghost/Dove fic.

Unnamed Angst to Fluff Smut Oneshot 🌒

A Ghost/Dove fic that involves much angst and pain thanks to Dove's insecurities. Ghost sets her right.

Unnamed Leverage Idea 🌒

Less a set fic and more a mess of oc backstory and weaving her into the plot.

BG3 (banner incoming)

Astarion/Tav long fic ✨

Astur Vuldal is a high elf noble of Baldurs Gate who's more interested in creating new spells than high society. While she excels in academia, her mothers worry about her ability to continue the family line. It was that worry that put her on the streets when a certain nautiloid attacks the city.

[gothicdolores]

If I HAD to deal w the concept, which I’ve been thinking about lore-wise, I’ve decided to treat it like the Caesar title of Rome.

The title of Predator King would ONLY be given in times of absolute emergency and /nearly/ the entire planet has to agree with the emergency-appointing individual. In fact, some countries/clans are encouraged to disagree so there’s still SOME semblance of opposition/balance.

It could be any one Yautja regardless of lineage or rank, so long as they’ve proven capable for the crisis that’s currently happening and are literally the BESt likely candidate.

A FARMER could be King for a while if the planet was suffering a mass-extinction food shortage and needed the MOST knowledgeable person to figure out what to do. A HEALER could be PK for a while if the planet were suffering a pandemic. Wartime PK’s are the most carefully observed PKs of em all.

Because unlike Rome, you’re totally allowed to KILL CAESAR within like….MINUTES of them no longer being needed, the crisis being over, if they’ve shown themselves to be incapable in any way, and the PK doesn’t/refuses to immediately step down under these conditions.

Doesn’t matter if it’s the emergency council that stabs the PK on the senate steps, the guards, a low ranked Hunter that just happened to be there, NO ONE wants the PK to be a permanent fixture. Ever.

Thank you for coming to my Tedtalk.

This may be an unpopular opinion, but I hate the idea of a Predator King and you will have to pull the idea of Yautja being lead by oligraphy from my cold dead hands.

It just.. doesn't feel right in ways I cannot explain.

[arvadthecursed]

Had a dream about a farmer Yautja (??) and in the dream our conversation went something like this

Yautja Farmer: I am going to kill you.

Me: what if I was your wife instead:)

Yautja Farmer: okay

so I was his wife. And then I woke up. ???

[morticrow]

Autumn Drabble

Part 1 -(SFW) Happy Halloween!

You’re Yautja hubby has arrived for your date 🥰

This is mainly to get into the fall mood to finish this up. Next part will be NSFW.

Deep gray overcast creeps across the sky. Storm clouds bathe the evening in a soft filter of cool blue, complemented by notes of titian red from electroliers and shop windows. An earthy aroma , warnings of an impending cold rain, permeates the air. The street already wet with puddles from an earlier downpour.

Far off, you hear the splashing of car tires driving on wet pavement. Amplified by the dead silence of the strip mall. This was one of the rare moments of peace where most were tucked away in their homes and apartments, sharing a warm dinner, playing a board game, or preparing for the upcoming holiday season.

You hold your shopping bag close to your chest, protecting it from a strong gust of wind and the splatter of roof water that comes with it. Wind chimes taunt you from above and a wooden pumpkin sign dances in the breeze.

There truly is no better season than autumn.

Sliding into the drivers seat of your vehicle, you turn the key and bring the engine to life with a steady thrum. Frigid windows immediately fog against the sudden heat of the AC. There was no time to warm your hands against the air blasting from the vents, you still have to set everything up before he arrives.

Darkness sets over the valley during the drive home. You were still adjusting to early nightfall that came with the turn of the season. Just a few months ago, the sun would be high in the sky and you would’ve been headed to a state fair or maybe even to pick up any left overs from the farmers market. There’s a strange beauty in it.

Your house greets you at the end of the road, all lights off except the porch light you flicked on when leaving. Smiling to yourself, you hurry to park and grab everything from the passenger seat. Your were early. Or he was just late. Either would work. Entering the front door, you remove your coat and drop the bags off in the hallway, before heading into the kitchen, flicking lights on as you go.

Dinner was already cooked, everything just needed a quick heat up in the oven and on the stove. You had prepared his favorite. A slow roasted pork haunch, lightly seasoned of course. Too much salt never agrees with him, especially if you were making dessert. No need to add to the agony he was going to be in after his alien body inevitably rejected the pie.

He could eat raw animals from any planet, but god, er, ‘paya’ forbid he be able to enjoy gluten or dairy. It was probably a good thing Yautja couldn’t eat sweets, else bakeries would start seeing their stockrooms raided.

Setting the frozen pie on the table, it would have to wait for the ham to be done, you move to the living room and begin rearranging furniture. Usually, your interstellar lover only returned during late spring, staying until the last warm day of summer, before leaving again. So, when he sent you a transmission that he would be coming back for a weekend, you had been ecstatic, immediately taking off work and preparing for his arrival.

After moving the furniture, you hurry over to the shopping backs, taking out the candles and setting them on various surfaces. They were unscented as to not irritate your guest, but the soft light was preferable to the overhead one. You also unpacked the handful of dollar bin horror movies and splay them out on the floor in front of the tv, before going back to the project in the middle of your living room.

Satisfied, you take a moment to appreciate your work. It had been years since you’ve made a proper blanket fort, but this one went fucking hard. Your magnum opus. We’re talking string lights with bulbs shaped like little leaves, the fluffiest of all pillows , and the star of the show: a nest of heated blankets, as many as the store would let you buy.

Now, all you had left to do is-

A strange hissing noise sounds from the kitchen. You blink. Was something boiling over? Did your oven catch fire?

Another noise. Like a dogs claws struggling to find purchase on a stretch of ice, followed by a frantic crunching.

You grab the broom. Raccoons. They had found there way into your home… again.

You pad softly forward, silent in your ghost themed socks, wielding the broom out infront of you. The inhuman noises only increasing in fervor as you turn the corner.

There in the kitchen, a hulking figure. It hunches over the table, too enthralled with its task to notice it wasn’t alone. In one fluid motion, you cross the kitchen, thwacking at the creature with the bristle end of the broom.

“Bhu’ja!!” Whack. “Stop! It’s Frozen!” WhackWhack.

Slowly, the Yautja turns to face you. Two chunks of frozen pumpkin pie in each hand, a third suspended infront of his face, held in place by four mandibles. His eyes wide with the same surprise as a child who was caught with his hands in the cookie jar. Technically he was. If a child was a giant murder alien, and the hypothetical cookie was a literal pumpkin ice block.

He drops the two in his hand, but pushes the third into his mouth, inner fangs making quick work with those same sickening crunches. You might have gagged, if you weren’t so happy to see him.

He spreads his top mandibles in his gesture of a smile, his chest puffing slightly. “It is good.” His English considerable better than when you first met. “ But Bhu’ja’s mate taste is better.”

He must be so fucking proud of himself for that one.

You cross you arms and let out an indignant huff. “Oh, no you’re not getting out of thi-“ His deep purring rumble cuts you off mid-sentence, pulling you into him. Before you can protest, you’re wrapped in his warmth, breathing in his scent. The rough edges of his armor dig into your skin, but the soft rumbling eases any tension.

“It’s good to see you.” You mumble, your voice muffled by his chest. He only grumbles in response, clawed fingers drawing circles between your shoulder blades.

You arch your back ever so slightly, a gasp on your lips.

He wastes no time, delicately , as much as someone of his stature could be delicate, picking you up and sitting you on the counter, leaning over you. Hot breath dances across your face as he leans forward, drinking in your features and the way your eyelashes flutter when he drags his claws down against your-

“Bhu’ja.”

He growls a warning, not wanting to be interrupted.

“Bhu’ja the ham is burning and my hair is in the pie.”

He shoots up, pulling you back to your feet before letting you go. You didn’t need to tell him twice.

[blackcatfromthevoid]

Farmer Yautja with a piece of weat in their mandibles and baggy overalls

[galaxyshine24-7]

Yautja Culture and Biology Headcanons

Hello again I've been thinking of this for a while and wanted to do my own little headcanons and bits of lore I personally like and look back on when I'm thinking about the Yautja and who they are has a race and what makes them tick.

Side note this is just my opinion based on the lore I have read and seen and formed my thoughts around it. If you don't agree then its all good.

Warning: There are a very NSFW points in here.

Now we know that Yautja culture does surround the hunting aspect greatly in their world however just having hunters in a society would put the race at a disadvantage and just having a race of purely hunters doesn't make sense, who builds the ships and technology? Who makes the healing enchantments? I know there is a theory that Yautja just steal technology of others races. I feel like that takes away from their advancement aspect if they just take technology, like they are incapable of making their own stuff which I'm strongly against. Yautja are intelligent and resourceful it is something we have seen many of times in comics and movies. They are just has capable has humans when it comes to making, building, and creating new things to help their race.

Yautja society is built around the hierarchy of the hunt, but their are many valuable jobs that Yautja hold. They have architects, scientists, weapons developers, Farmers, and I imagine Traders along with so much more. The one area I think they would lack in is the arts. They do have art and different kinds of clothes and symbols that vary and are unique to each clan. I just don't feel like they have art galleries or fashion shows since they don't really value that. They would make monuments and statues of hunters and great fights, maybe even of some of their Gods. Other then that I don't see them has artist beings. Their trophy rooms would take a lot of their time and I imagine some would be more creative about them then others. War paint would also be unique to them has well. Philosophy like all sapient life forms its something Yautja dive into. I believe I heard that their are Yautjas that take chivas of the mind. Yautja ponder their existence in life and their part to play just like us, but its rare to have those kinds of conversations with them unless you are looking for it.

I don't believe that Yautja society is purely matriarchal. Yautja value strength no matter who you are. If you are right for the job female or male that Yautjas do not care. Females do hold a valued place in the society and have high positions, but that is by their strength and determination. Much like the males everyone must prove themselves to be strong, mentally and physically. Everyone commands respect and must earn it through their actions.

The backstory I like is the one revolving around the Hish and the Amengi. The Amengi used to rule over the Hish in a terrible and harsh fashion. They took ancestors of the Hish and Yautja and messed with their DNA to make servants and warriors to fight in gladiator matches. That was until Kaail the strongest warrior stood up and overthrow the Amengi with his kind and instead the Amengi where now their slaves, and they work under the Yautja.

I believe the Hish, Yautja, and Super Predators are all separate races but come from a common ancestor in the evolutionary process. Much like how humans have common ancestors on Earth. The Yautja, Hish, and Super Predators all grew into what they are today because of DNA splitting, mixing, natural growth, and augmentation. However I wouldn't be surprised if the Hish and the Super Predators are more closely related or even the same race, but I will keep them separate for this. They used Amengi's tech and made it their own and built more upon that not just relying on the Amengi's technology. They taught themselves and made a language along with writing. Yautja are very curious and want to learn more about other races and cultures especially when it helps then in the hunt. When Yautja comes to Earth we know they take back a part of human culture with them. Its way we have things like the Samurai and Viking Predators because they absorb and take after cultures they grow fond of.

Having come from that backstory of once being enslaved and having to fight their way to the top plays into a lot about what we know of Yautjas today. Its a prefect explanation of why the Yautja are so tribal and keep up traditions like hunting. The hunt is what kept them alive, their drive and fighting force made them who they are today. They had to adapt and change in order to survive, but they also stay true to themselves and respect the ancestors that came before them. It would explain why they hold such value in linage and past warriors. Because it is those warriors that fought tooth and nail to become free and live to hunt again. Its why they respect those that come out of chivas, and hold such value of the strongest fighters. Its what has kept them alive for all these years. I think going by this backstory helps us understand more about them and showcases their undeniable strength.

Now onto the Prime Civil war. There was once a time when all the Hish, Yautja, and Super Predators lived in harmony and got a long. However The Yautja hold up the honor code and respect it without a doubt, but the Hish and the Super Predators felt that the code was holding them back. This lead to a large war to break out it was bloody and violent such has war is. However the Yautja as we know them where able to defeat them and drive them out of Prime. That is why you see their being a rivalry between the Yautja, Super Predators and the Hish. Now mind you not all the Hish or Super Predators are dishonorable just like how not all Yautja are honorable. There have been stories of half bloods that work on their own, but still uphold the honor code.

Now Prime is just the Yautja we now today that rule over it and travel the stars and planets. There have been theories that Yautja came from Earth and are trying to come back and inhabit it which is a good theory knowing that Yautja are able to breath Earth air and are very similar to humans. However I do think its simply because they grew up on a planet that had similar make up of carbon and oxygen. Many websites have talked about Yautja blood and their makeup and go over it a bit better then I can.

So onto the male and female anatomy. I've seen much talk on the topic and respect others views on an the matter. From seeing and hearing many stories in the franchise. I believe that Yautja come and many shapes, sizes, and colors. Much like humans Yautja have different variations in how they look and act. Everyone is also different with the honor code. That's why we see clans like what the Ultimate or Upgrade Predator is apart of where they don't view DNA splitting to be dishonorable. However most Yautja tend to have pride in their DNA along with their kind and its against the rules to mate with other kinds of alien races, or have dishonorable advantages. (Unless under certain circumstances I believe.)

Female Yautja come in many shapes and sizes and yes I do believe lots of female Yautja have breasts. It is speculated that a certain Therapsid species are the Yautjas ancestors. The definition of Therapsids is any of various groups of mammallike reptiles of the extinct order Therapsida, inhabiting all continents from mid-Permian to late Triassic times, some of which were probably warm-blooded and directly ancestral to mammals. We even have mammals on Earth that showcase reptilians like traits. I've seen people say it doesn't make sense if they have breasts since they are reptile like. However we need to take into account that they are aliens their make up are unique, and for the most part unknown to humans. All this is just a educated guess, plus I think they come in a variety much like human bodies. We can have our Big Momma like types, but also our Sister Midnight types of Yautja females. If a Yautja female that didn't show her breast before she would show them after she gives birth to a pup, and depending on how many that shape might even stay on the female Yautjas chest. I like all shape and sizes of Yautja titty or no titty. Both have been represented in comics and lore and I try to combine a lot of canons into how I see the Yautja. Females are larger and stronger then males in the Yautja world. Not always but it is usually the case. Their tress are longer and done in beautiful designs that the males try to replicate to attract females. Females can be very competitive, but also more relaxed and less impulsive then their male counterparts. NSFW: Female reproductive organs such has their mounds would produce fluids and slick a lot more then humans. Yautja do want lots of pups to continue their lines and they do find pleasure in mating. If a female Yautja has breasts then they would be sensitive much like their mounds however stimulation is a bit different for Yautja females then human females, but I few it has similar.

No matter what your job is in Yautja society you still need to learn how to fight. All Yautja go through a chiva some are different then others, but everyone needs to go through a right of passage so to speak when they become old enough.

Male Yautjas has we have seen are large, but smaller then females. I do think there are some that can reach larger sizes adapting to where they live in some instances. Their tress are shorter then females, but longer tresses on a male or female is considered more attractive. Tresses are painful to braid and make into styles so the more the have the more it shows the pain you are able to withstand when doing so. They are also super arousing esxpecliy to male Yautjas when pulled and played with. They are competitive and seek to prove themselves constantly. They are impulsive, but also learn how to control that. They travel and bring back new ideas and resources for Primes. Trading and making sure they don't fall behind other alien races is also something they make sure to keep track off when they venture out of Prime to hunt. NSFW: Yautja members are retraceable and come out when they get stimulated for the mating season. They produce a lot of precum to get easier access when having sex with a female Yautja. Their sperm are a lot more stronger due to them needing many pups to leave for their lineage, and their DNA is very strong making it clear who the female has mated with. Since their blood glows it would make sense if their sperm showcases similar properties. NSFW: Mating in Yautja culture is a game of cat and mouse, and very important. Every season Yautja hunters from all around come back to Prime to Mate. Yautja females are on the hunt for a mate and males are the same. Males would showcase their trophy walls to the female and if they like them then they don't tip toe around anything. Yautja mating is a battle for dominance however usually the winner is the female. It is rough, painful, pleasurable and the Yautja love it that way. There are bites, claw marks, and other kinds of love marks that they can give to show they mated, and they wear them with pride. In terms of same sex pairings I imagine they don't pay much mind to it. As long has they still participate and are helpful to the kind and to your kind they could care less. Most Yautja do go on to have pups to be able to continue their lines. There are times when a female would catch many males, or a male would see to many females has well.

Yautja are ruled over by their leaders and the council of ancients. The council of ancients is made up of the strongest and oldest warriors of a Elite clan that rose above the rest to rule over Prime. Yautja also have Royalty who are second in the hierarchy then the Elite clans and are seen at a high regard. They have a high standing in society and their ancestors are said to have been some of the greatest warriors of the planet. Their descendants are also just has great.

Elite clans are the best of the best of them in Yautja Prime. The ancients are always trying to test the clans to see who should be the next rulers of their kind which can involve making them fight against each other without them knowing. A clan chooses rather or not they want to be a Elite clan. It a major responsibility and the Elites are always trying to one up each other in a constant and long battle to see who is the best.

This is all I have for now. Yautja lore and culture is so interesting. I love to talk about them. There is a character I made that is basically and researcher into Yautja culture and their race she lets me geek out on my knowledge of them. I might update it if I have more, but this is just my thoughts I hope you all enjoy.

Sources I Used:

https://avp.fandom.com/wiki/Yautja_(Predator)

https://avp.fandom.com/wiki/Amengi https://youtu.be/1L34tas1XA4

https://youtu.be/r7STExx_fWY

https://youtu.be/-nkvqT24OBU https://youtu.be/TJ-T-aoKHxI

[yautjalover]

I’ve been thinking a lot about the Yautja who don’t hunt and keep society running. I ended up writing this short female reader x male Yautja. I hope you enjoy it.

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Mating a Farmer Yautja 🪴🌾

Being the only human aboard a Yautja clan-ship was stressful. You had been taken for amusement from the small colony you lived in when you were the sole survivor of a Xenomorph infestation. There were many giant aliens all around you, watching with their predatory gazes, never giving you a minute of solace. It wasn’t until one day that you accidentally walked into a room full of plants that you found your happy place.

The ship had its very own farm in a large space in the center. It was wide and rectangular with every spare inch covered with vertical columns where alien plants grew in. Long basins lined the walls, teeming with many colorful flowering plants that had varying smells that were new to your senses.

Some of the flora were exotic, spicy, sweet, and even ones that smelled bitter. The ones with blue flowers smelled like a spicy mint while the yellow tulip-like ones smelled sweet. As a farmer and botanist yourself, that having been your job on the colony, were excited to learn as much as you could about this alien farm. There was even actual dirt in various parts of the floor where short metal strips kept it in.

The dirt was earthy and damp beneath your fingers. It was dark in color but smelled like home.

Back on the colony the farm you tended relaxed your nerves and helped bring an inner peace that nothing else could. So, of course, you visited this room often to escape the stares of the aliens. Here there were only the plants and a plant couldn’t openly stare at you like you were a freak.

It was one fateful day that your peace was shattered when one of the Yautja walked in carrying a metal container. You stayed hidden in a corner behind a pillar watching the alien pull various items from the box.

They were huge like all of the others, their dreadlock tendrils falling a little past their clavicles. Their hide was a rich muddy brown with lighter mottling of green. Like the other Yautja, this one wore a loincloth but this one’s a green that contrasted nicely with their coloring. Compared to the others, this one was appealing in a way.

You watched as they quickly got to work tending the many plants in the room, watering each one when completed with a hose they procured from the wall, the long black tube never-ending. At some point they came to the pillar that was your hiding space, prompting you to try to make your escape before they noticed you.

It was, however, in vain.

They blocked your route of escape and stood there with an arched brow, their head cocked to the side slightly. Eyes as yellow as a Buttercup peered down at you with curiosity.

“S-sorry. I just needed t-to get some peace. I’ll…umm…get out of your hair.” You mumbled, keeping your head down in submission to avoid their eyes. You steeled yourself for the coming anger but it never did. There wasn’t even a single growl.

“Plants peaceful. Ooman stay. Other Yautja thinks ooman annoying.” They struggled with the pronunciation, a large hand coming to pat your shoulder gently before they got back to work.

You smiled as you watched them pull weeds out of a bed of a big leafy green plant, their claws manipulating the soil.

They continually came back every other day. This was their job, they said. They were a farmer and must tend the plants to keep the clan fed. They taught you some basics when you one day asked to help, sharing that, you too, were a farmer back on your colony. You both bonded over your shared love for plants, teaching each other about techniques you liked to use.

Eventually it came to receiving small gifts from your farmer Yautja. Instead of skulls, like you had come to see was traditional, you found different sorts of flowers left on your cot.

You slept in a small room meant for a child, so anyone could access it, including your Yautja friend.

After so many gifts, you decided to give your own. It had taken a lot to get over the fact that they were the same species that had kidnapped you and that they were an alien interested in wanting something more with you. When it finally did click that you wanted something more, too, you left them a bountiful bouquet of Earth flowers you had grown in your room. You had luckily found the seeds somewhere in a storage bin and decided that this was how you would accept them as your mate.

It was late one evening when you were enjoying the quiet of the plants when your Yautja strolled in, your gift in hand. Their yellow eyes found you in your usual corner and dropped to their knees.

“Mate?” They asked, their head cocking to the side.

You smiled, a blush coloring your cheeks, “Mate.”

Something darkened in your now-mate’s eyes before they threw you over their shoulder and carried you to another secluded corner. There they claimed your body as theirs, your bodies joining at last, surrounded by the flowers and sprouting veggies.

[thefoldedbird]

I’m going to be genuinely, actually self-indulgent as fuck right now. Hell yeah. Been awhile. This is going to be exceptionally long and probably in two parts.

Balisk

Swamp tribe yautja, lives on a river border. Part of his tribe’s buildings are built into trees. It’s beautiful.

Because swamp mud smells intolerable depending on the time of year, hanging candles and open flame lanterns litter the buildings. They trade with the jungle tribes for the wax.

Balisk would prefer to wear nothing at all ever at any time but a leech wormed it’s way into his sheath one time back when he was an unblooded and he’s had trust issues since. Only really wears clothes when swimming.

Enjoys big game hunting but enjoys crafts just a little bit more. It’s partially his mother’s fault. She had eight children with no interest in her craftsmanship and decided she’d rather die than let the ninth -Balisk- feel the same.

He’s good at crafting jewelry, tying knots, making nets, and carving wood. Also holding his breath. He’s better at that than he is at swimming. Not to say he’s bad at swimming. He still enjoys it, just less.

Ever since “the argument” he got really close with Alba. More so than Grimm or Theta. He was the first and so far the only to apologize for his behavior.

Not to credit him. Four months passed before Ahnzi practically forced it to happen by clearing up exactly what lies Theta had told and shaming the hell out of the group sans Motza.

Ahnzi knew if Alba was going to start forgiving anyone in the group, Balisk would have to be first. Theta made her too angry and Grimm’s confession hurt too much at the time. Motza didn’t even know about the argument for awhile. She was right, Balisk was the best choice.

His name isn’t actually Balisk. It’s a nickname from Alba after the water snake. Not to be confused with Basilisk.

He’s got a weird intimacy with Alba. They regularly joke and discuss fucking each other but never actually do. From a human perspective you’d assume they were dating, but the moment Balisk expresses interest in someone Alba is the first to encourage his ass to get up and say something to them.

He hates hounds but loves avians. This man desperately wants the equivalent of a hunting falcon.

Grimm

Is in the process of trying to unfuck a huge mess he helped spread by being xenophobic. It’s not working.

He’s retired. Kinda. Like he says he JUST retired so he’s not acting like it yet. Still actively participating in all the things an Elite would. He’s in denial is what he is being in his 730’s and all.

Speaking of elite behavior, he practically never goes to bed alone. There’s always two other people -at least- in his bed with him at night. 95% of the time these people are also sexual conquests.

He’s absolutely massive. He’s 8’1.

Grimm’s actually a pretty heartwarming, inviting dude on the surface. He’s kind to a point where it’s a little disarming. In all actuality it’s a guise to hide the fact that making genuine interpersonal deeper-than-surface-level relationships scares the hell out of him.

It’s a small part of the reason the argument is affecting them all so badly. He was already uneasy with the idea that there are now four other people in the universe with his entire life stuffed in their brains. Then he’s lied to by one of them, gets so angry he spurs another to make death threats, and then outs himself.

That was the big slap to the face; outing himself to Alba. Before this, he and Alba were emotionally the closest in the group. Sure, she saw Theta more but that hardly mattered. Him admitting that he would never be able to fully trust her because she was human, broke her. This man had her entire lifespan shoved in his head, knew more about her than anyone else in her life, and actively admitted to her it wasn’t enough.

It’s important because when Theta told his lies about Alba to cover his ass Grimm didn’t even attempt to get Alba’s side of the story. He automatically assumed Theta was telling the truth and implied to her it had only been a matter of time before she “betrayed them” in some manner or another.

He regrets it. His and Theta’s relationship is so damaged now it’s practically irreparable. He and Balisk have an uneasy understanding. Motza is openly disappointed in him but is still polite and friendly.

It’s really taking a toll on him and his trust issues have never been more exacerbated. Well they have, just not for centuries. It’s a pretty unique situation.

He technically got his nickname from Alba. Or at the very least she brought up the idea. As a group they decided that Grimm was the best given his huge intimidating stature.

Grimm’s tribe is located at the base of volcanic mountains. Not to worry though, they’ve got dealing with the consequences of lava down to a science.

Because of the volcanic soil, they have some of the most fertile land on all of the planet. They are constantly attacked for that land. There’s more farmers than warriors/hunters so those that choose to fight are exceptionally pressured to be at their best.

Thankfully they are only attacked at the jungle border farthest from the actual farmland. The mountain tribe and desert tribe across the mountain are far more interested in trade. They trade produce for metals mined in the mountains or meats from the animals in those mountains that they normally wouldn’t have access to. The tribes in the desert only travel all the way to them about two or three times a year, preferring to use the mountain tribe as a middleman the rest of the time.

Characters Left

Theta (Thetamallsa)

Motza (Leu’mina)

Alba

Ahnzi (Ahn’Dimanzi)

Jas/Krie

There’s also Ferrgule and Hal’manta (aka, Boss). But they are far less important to the story.

[monstersandmaw]

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Milky way for the ask game pls 👀

Milky Way - What is the character development like for your characters? Do they change a lot or not much at all?

To be fair, most of my characters don't really change a lot. I have a tendency to write cinnamon rolls, and the biggest change they undergo is from shy to more confident...

D the Dullahan goes from frosty and distant to loving and trusting, I guess, and Rhett the werewolf learns that it's ok to be vulnerable with his partner after the life he's had. Big Red the feral-yautja-adjacent alien goes from aggressively protective of his crew mates to aggressively protective of his human...

Rowan the werewolf farmer from my Stardew idea is going to undergo a bit of development, but again, it's not significant really.

I can't think of anyone who undergoes much actual development worth mentioning though XD

Thanks so much for asking!!

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[wthtorke]

I am in love with your work! I wanted to ask for some tips on making a Yautja oc. Any do’s and do nots?

Ah thank you so much! And welcome to the gang lmao

The tips I would give are like

Don't forget that they have feelings, even if your character is a stoic badass like Wolf, give them some depth! Why are they like this? What happened? To keep stuff realistic (if thats your route) ask your character as many questions as you can and trust me, they will pop to life on their own lmao

I'd say learning about their honor code is a massive help! It gives you a direction of what a honored warrior would do and not do, same for badbloods, as with what do they ignore in the code ans where do they draw the line (if they do)

Don't compare yourself (and your ocs) to other people (and their ocs), its okay if your oc is a farmer living a simple life as its okay for them to be the galaxy's best bounty hunter-,everyone's different and thats what makes it so fun :)

Research is great! If you want a character that fits the original yautja world, id say comics (and then) movies are the best sources! And don't be afraid to ask! (I love answering lore questions so my inbox and chat are always open ;) )

And the most important-,

Having an oc is meant to be fun,so don't beat yourself over it!

I hope this helps and if it doesn't, my inbox is always open! :)