#monsters vs aliens oc

[oswald-can-draw]

My Monsters vs. Aliens OC, Dr. Xi. He’s not only an alien kept at the facility, but also a therapist that treats any creature that needs him.

Dr. Xi has helped patients across the cosmos, so he is used to using all sorts of tools, languages, speaking styles, and presentations to appear as friendly and non-threatening as possible.

He has a rubbery, malleable texture, and is able to stretch several yards with any part of him, in any direction. However, he is not as flexible as BOB, and actually maintains the shape of whatever pressure is put on him. For example, if you press a hand on his head, the handprint will be visible for a few minutes afterwards.

Dr. Xi does feel pain, and experiences occasional sickness. While in physical or mental anguish, he will “melt” into a puddle (though he cannot turn into other objects unless sculpted by someone else).

And, as the mustache would suggest, he does have Ned Flander’s friendly accent.

[karastears]

ombies and her silly swamp monkey man

based on that go for it nakamura cover challenge

[man-monsters-and-aliens]

You know what would've been pretty cool to see? A Gallaxhar clone surviving and developing his own personality which maybe could lead to him becoming a good guy. This clone has to deal with the fact the original him is point blank pretty evil AND being unsure if he can even distance himself from that or not.

ANON THAT'S LITERALLY MY OC I NEVER INTRODUCED ON HERE LMAO

imagine being.. spawned into the world, your nubs on the cold floor of long wide corridors in a spacious still factory whirring and blaring, you have no mother but a ship that explodes the very next hour, your only purpose was to serve and hail Gallaxhar and he's dead. you are an alien created on Earth, does that make you a native? you fell from the sky, the ground is textured and dirty, it's a little windy and there's smoke and metal around you, you have nothing. you are a clone of a planet destroyer whose species is extinct, you are a survivor, where do you go from there?

I wrote this fic when I got into mva but haven't finished it cause I got stuck 😭 I know exactly what happens and a rough idea on how his character development goes but didn't felt like writing again 💀

and did a bit of art with some ideas in mind that I never got around to exploring much, but I don't love him less!!

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honestly everyone should make a gallaxhar clone oc it's prime real estate

the issue this clone has to deal with is the fact everyone freshly associates him to the original Gallaxhar and have their own alien prejudices (oh the irony)

and this clone was essentially programmed to follow orders (hail Gallaxhar) and destroy all monsters, but there's no more authority than the guys that take him in as prisoner and like the monsters, he's really not that bad. he's just a guy.

there's always this association and projection until over time he'd come into his own person rather anyone telling him who he is, maybe a little bit of Gallaxhar lives on in terms of quirks and personality, but otherwise he's a blank slate! fresh to grow and start a life that belongs to him :)

[dr-jem-nutcase]

Monster vs Aliens OCs

Warning: long post

My h/c is that there were other monsters throughout the years in Area 5X that weren't around as long as the four main monsters when Susan was captured, like the Invisible Man. These are my two contributions to this supposed string of short-lived monsters. This is gonna be a LONG post, so fasten your seat belts!

von Wolfmann

a werewolf from Germany. He was in Area 5X from 1958-1965 and the first monster there.

Abilities & Personality:

His abilities as a wolfman were strength, agility, speed, and moderate resistance to physical harm. In this form, he was muscular and tall (almost as tall as Link). But in every transformation, he lost a lot of his human reason and conscience, and whatever he could remember after reverting was like a fog with faded distorted noises. He slowly learned to retain some amount of human reason and conscience but sometimes he couldn't achieve that. The only thing that could kill him was a silver bullet or another wolfman/werewolf. He was very stubborn and oftentimes serious, so he often came across as crotchety and cold to the other monsters. If you were nice to him, he'd warm up to you in due time, even if you didn't speak German. He LOVED music, especially anything that reminded him of home. He learned to play an instrument (probably the piano) at an early age but stopped, so he barely remembered how to play it when he came across one several years later. He oftentimes sang to himself, especially in the years before Link, the next monster, was captured. The Invisible Man couldn't carry a tune and Dr. C largely only hummed something while working, so von Wolfmann was pretty much alone in his endearment for music. As a wolfman, his hands-down favorite food was fresh raw meat. His hands were too large for silverware, so he had to use his bare hands and later on a complementary napkin

Backstory:

He was born and grew up in Bavaria (in modern-day southeast Germany, early 1880s). His former name is unknown. He was bitten by a cursed wolf at the age of 6 and, after accidentally killing 1-2 family members within the first transformation, ran away from home and went to live in the forest away from humanity where he was first bitten. Over the years, he fought off other werewolves/wolf-people in that part of Germany and killed them all by the age of 18 in order to protect humanity (turn of the century/early 1900s) and even found and killed the cursed wolf that killed him, perhaps putting an end to its terror and the terror it caused. He was caught shortly afterwards and placed in an insane asylum, sometimes in solitary confinement off and on. He was misdiagnosed as an epileptic, but after each "seizure", anyone who was in the same room as him would be dead or seriously injured. There was little to no belief that he was actually a wolfman. He escaped after 3 years and in the process was shot and almost died (1910s). This cycle repeated itself a couple times throughout the years (capture, asylum, escape) (1920s-30s). Upon his last escape, he knew what the German government was up to in World War II and tried to stay out of the Nazi regime. Unfortunately, he was found and captured again and used as a means of extermination in a Nazi death camp. He could never forgive himself for that. He escaped during Germany's defeat (1940s), found his way back to his homeland, and lived alone as a hermit (1940s-50s).

Capture & Imprisonment:

In 1958, he was found, arrested, tried (amazingly, had to do it at any time other than a day with a full moon), and sentenced to death for his crimes against humanity (before, during, and after the war), but the USA intervened in his death sentence, took him into custody, and brought him to Area 5X to lock him away from humanity and turn his death sentence into a life sentence. Being 2 miles underground, he was perpetually stuck in mid-transformation: the abilities and height of his full wolfman form but now fully retaining his human reason and conscience. He REFUSED to learn English when given the opportunity, but he was so relieved and a bit happy that he wouldn't be a full fledged wolfman anymore. These final years were some of the better years of his life. But despite being directly away from full moons, he got a bit irritable and short during the days of a full moon, not much different from the PMS moodiness a lot of girls get. Link came in 1960 and fought with von Wolfmann for a couple days until the wolfman put him in his place. After "taming" Link, he took him under his wing, taught him German as a first language, and sort of had a father-son relationship with him. He talked with Link during most of his imprisonment, and Link, after learning English from the Invisible Man, became a crude translator between the rest of the monsters. von Wolfmann called the Invisible Man "Unsichtbare", the German word for invisible, and Dr. Cockroach "Kakerlake", the German word for cockroach.

Demise and legacy:

He died of old age in his sleep in 1965. Reverted back into a human when he died. His body was never sent back to Germany, not only because whatever family he had left couldn't be identified and found but because he was and still is regarded by the German government as a war criminal. His cell is completely sealed off and serves as his tomb, never to be opened again. Link was pretty devastated at his passing and Insecto sort of filled that void in his heart. He's forgotten most of the German by now but remembers some if something in German pops up like in someone else's conversation or in a movie/TV show.

The Cyberian

(pronounced like Siberian), also known as Cy, an unfinished cyborg from the former USSR. She was in Area 5X from 1981-1985 and the second female monster in the facility's history.

Abilities and personality:

Her left arm was a power cannon that could shoot power beams when her wrist was fully bent downward and her fist was clenched. Her eyes lit up in the dark and could be a projector of her memories like a video. She was resistant to most physical pain and her longevity was expected to be longer than the average human's, maybe even longer than Dr C's. She couldn't be suffocated but she wasn't waterproof due to her cyborg-transformation being incomplete, and her body, like most electronics, would begin to shut down after half a minute of being submerged in water. If rescued within that time frame, she was drowsy and weak but eventually recovered. Ultimately, the only thing capable of completely destroying her was herself. She was brutally honest, didn't believe in flattery, told something like it was, and had to be trained in the art of discretion. Like, she wouldn't be afraid to slap a Karen across the face and tell her to shut up. But down to the bottom of it, she was sweet, gentle, and friendly. In cases of strong emotions, she absent-mindedly spoke more Russian than English, oftentimes forgetting that no one else understood her. She LOVED chocolate and wasn't expected to share, even if she got a giant bag from Costco.

Back story:

She was born in October 1962 in Yekaterinburg [in modern-day Russia] and raised there. Her former name is V.P. Telegina. Her parents divorced when she was 2. She was raised by her dad and paternal grandparents, and her mom hardly had anything to do with her. At the age of 18, she, an aspiring engineering student, was kidnapped and partially transformed by her uncle, a scientist unofficially and secretly working for the Soviet government, to be not just a cyborg--a walking, talking weapon disguised as a human being--but the link and key to a weapon of mass destruction. He was going to use another subject but after having a fallout with her father--his brother and also a scientist, he decided to retaliate. Her father, trying to help her, was framed for assault and imprisoned. She was taken into custody by the government until her uncle could get her back and complete her.

Capture and imprisonment:

She was rescued and smuggled out of the country by USA spies within the following two days of her being held by the Soviet government. At this time, her transformation was only in progress and would be permanently halted. She was the only monster who chose and agreed to have her name changed and be locked up in Area 5X. Her "capture and imprisonment" were a coverup to keep her hidden from the Soviet government. However, she wasn't told that her fellow inmates were monsters when she brought to Area 5X, so she was definitely afraid when she met them but, after learning they weren't gonna kill her or anything, she came to love them and referred to them as her boys. She actually could've left the facility in 1992, shortly after the USSR collapsed. She was proud to be Russian and always would be. However, she didn't approve of needless violence and attacks against humanity (like what's been going on in Ukraine. She would've HATED Putin), especially since she was transformed against her own will for the sake of assaulting innocent people. She spoke only Russian when she arrived but learned a good amount of English from the Invisible Man and Dr. Cockroach as time went on. She and Link taught each other English and Russian swear words. She was only monster who didn't call Dr. C "Doc" (other than von Wolfmann); she had always called him "Doctor". She was present when the Invisible Man died in 1984. The two had bonded in a father-daughter relationship over the years as he kinda reminded her of her own father, so she was pretty upset. Throughout her "imprisonment", she put up a front of toughness sometimes, especially when she first arrived, but really felt overall vulnerable and often uncertain, sometimes afraid, of herself. She had quite a bit of pent up anger and depression about her transformation, who did it, some post-divorce childhood problems courtesy of her mom, etc., but she couldn't express or confide them well due to her poor English skills. She was never happy about being a cyborg. The only way to make her happy about it was to either revert her back to her fully human form or put her to good use.

Demise and legacy:

She committed suicide in 1985 (in her cell after excusing herself from the common room) by shooting her head off when she learned via newspaper that her father, the only person who not only knew how to restore her to her original human body but was willing to do it, was executed [this was when Monger allowed the monsters to have copies of their formerly local newspapers] and that she would always be a cyborg, a means of death and destruction, forever. She was 22, the same age Susan was in the movie. This type of parallel pulled a lot of heartstrings for the rest of the monsters, especially since Link and Dr C briefly saw the aftermath of her suicide right before Monger sent them away to their cells. The two unnecessarily felt responsible to some extent for what happened and, when Susan came, Dr C vowed to never let that sort of tragedy happen again. Cy never shared what she read in the newspaper, and none of the monsters could read or understand Russian, so only Monger, via a Russian translator, knew why. Her suicide was the main reason Susan had that "Hang In There" poster in her cell in the movie. Another part of Area 5X has participated in a few different experimentations since the 1950s, like nuclear weaponry, aquamation (cremation with heated alkaline water instead of fire) and whatnot. Robosapien's body was used in cryonics testing shortly after her death and so far she's still intact and well-preserved to this day. Only Monger and a few long-time personnel in the Monster Containment Facility know. However, with the advancement of technology and modern science, some scientists in Area 5X have contemplated reviving her as a semi-artificial human, and it would be possible because she's a cyborg. It's a morbid, disturbing concept that a handful of people are uncomfortable with, but overall her future is unknown.

BONUS - A/U if Cy was still alive by the timeline of the movie

She chose to stay in the facility after collapse of the USSR in 1991, which the news totally blew her mind. Fast forward...she was a bit apathetic towards Susan's case at first, believing that her size was irreversible, and for that reason is the only monster who doesn't call Susan by her human name. It's either "Ginormica" or "Ginochka" (first 1 [or 2] syllable[s] of a name + "-ochka" is a Russian take on nicknames/terms of endearment for people). The only time she called her Susan was when the monsters were trapped in Gallaxhar's ship and urging her to leave. Nevertheless, Cy cares about her and is protective over her like the cool streetwise older kid mixed with a mama bear; their relationship isn't a besties one. She finally embraced herself as a cyborg because her being finally has a sense of good and purpose: saving the world. She wants the rest of her transformation completed in order to better help Team Monster. She was introduced to alcohol shortly after her release and LOVES hard liquor. She and Monger are the ultimate rivals in a drinking game. A couple of the monsters want a wifi hotspot to be one of her transformation features, but she has already said a big NO. She's been regarded as beautiful, like Susan, probably being featured on the cover of Vogue at least once. Russians hailed her as a hometown hero, and the Russian government tried to claim all the credit for saving the world.

[strawreuben9]

Since I like Monsters vs Aliens right now...

Here is my MvA oc!

Name: Maeve Prolly

Race: Hawaiian harpy

Gender: Trans female(she/its)

Parent(s): Diamond(she/her) & Damian(he/him) Prolly

Sibling(s): David(he/him), Lily(she/her)

Nicknames: M,

Age: 55 in the movie(human years), 57 in the show(human years), 39 in the movie(harpy years), 40 in the show(harpy years)

Residence: Area Fifty-Something

Love Interest: Millie(she/her), Dilly(she/her)(EX)

Main Interests: Reading, writing, astrology, the ocean, the beach, summer, rocks and crystals,

Quote(s): "That's really not the best idea." "I… I AM NOT FLIRTING WITH HIM!" "Surprise, I'm a girl…" "Ya I stole some dresses, this bag, and some books!" "What! No, I only think Millie is neat." "Think you could do better, fish-boy?"

Form(s): Harpy, Human

Friends: Susan/Ginormica(she/her), B.O.B(he/its), Link(he/its), Dr. Cockroach(he/its), Millie, Insectosaurus(she/its)

Children: N/A

Voice claim: Angel Dust - Hazbin Hotel

I made her in https://picrew.me/en/image_maker/644129/complete?cd=UWsKMfy2Ch

She is missing her wings and bird-like features in the pic. Feel free to draw her just tag me in it! I'll post some info about her later.

[redmustanggirl]

drawtober day 24- monster

heres another picture of my MVA oc Maga. she's a voodoo doll/zombie hybrid

[billfinarts]

⚠️ NUDITY WARNING ⚠️

The Serpent King

So... i tried something a little different than my usual style. I was very inspired by the Barberini Faun statue, and it really helped get my art nature running again. The posture and look of the statue really said Shaytán to me teehee

This was such a fun challenge! Maybe I'll draw more yautja like this in the future 🤭🤭

[sagi-tori-ous]

INVASION OF PRIVACY

It was roughly 10 at night when Poppy stumbled into her shabby apartment. The sky was pitch black — winter was approaching so daylight seemed to lessen — and a chill swirled in with the wind that seemed to pick up a bit since Poppy had first departed.

She had gone out with a few friends who didn't know how to keep time the best and always somehow got alcohol to be the main hydration system for them — despite its dehydrating qualities. Poppy wasn't drunk but even the small amount of liquor in her body set it ablaze.

Poppy threw her jacket off and keys somewhere she'd curse herself for forgetting later and staggered into her quaint kitchen, she grabbed one of her glass cups and filled it up with tap water that was probably flooded with tons of metals and chemicals that a person's body shouldn't be filled with — but who was going to stop her.

She trailed her hands absentmindedly up and down her body, grasping at the side of her neck lightly before trailing that very same hand just over her breasts and keeping it flat on her stomach.

She guzzled the water down with small droplets escaping, wandering down her chin and almost making it to her neck before she wiped it off.

It wasn't until she finished her glass of water did she hear the light murmur of her tv playing in her conjoined living room.

“Fuck.” she cursed, making her way there but the blare of her phone stopped her, she dug her hand into the back pocket of jeans pulling it out and answering without looking at the caller id.

“Yelloo!” she slightly slurred into the phone, less from intoxication and more from the fact that her energy bar was draining fast at this point.

“Hello my ass!” it was Poppy's friend on the other end, her tone was scornful. “ You said you would call first thing when you got home!”

Poppy rolled her eyes,“Calm down.” She started walking back to the TV to turn it off, not wanting to run her bill up even more “ I literally just got here, I didn't do anything besides get a drink of water mom.” she was thankful for their concern and was going to for sure call them but she wanted to get settled before anything.

Poppy stood in front of the television, a Male news anchor gazed back at her —she turned the appliance off — just barely catching the headline which said something about ‘aliens’, which made poppy scrunch her face up and shake her head. The news seemed to lose its meaning more and more everyday.

Her friend was still lecturing her through the phone but Poppy's mind just trailed, “ Okay okay, I get it Mel, I love you, I'll talk to you tomorrow, goodbye.” she rushed and hung up the phone, not letting ‘Mel’ get another word in.

She let out an agitated sigh.

Poppy shut off the minimal lights that she had turned on when she returned and traversed her way towards her bedroom. Relaxation to the highest degree was the only thing on her mind.

She grasped at the light switch and scrolled through the many colors her LED lights had and stopped on the purple color, giving her room that tranquil lavender hue that she loved. It was relaxing yet sensual, somehow — it described how Poppy was feeling in the moment.

Poppy glided over towards her dresser, going into the exact drawer that held her vibrator — it was pink, it wasn't extremely long (about 6 inches) and it obviously vibrated — it got the job done and that's all that mattered, especially now.

“Hey buddy!” she cood at it, getting even more excited at the thought of her pussy dripping all over it while she fucked herself through as many orgasm as she could.

She threw it onto her queen sized mattress and started undressing, she already unknowingly took her shoes off somewhere near the door — she peeled her snug high waisted dark wash jeans off, leaving her standing only in her subtle yellow thong that contrasted beautifully on her bronze skin.

Next was the random cropped sweater she threw on just before leaving the house, under it was a matching bralette to the thong. The sheer imagery of herself turned her on more.

Poppy loved herself, some could say in a cocky way — but wasn't that the best. She knew her body like the back of her hand, as she should, and loved pleasing herself. She loved figuring something out with her body that nobody else could. The thrill was like none else.

She slid on top of her fluffy comforter, making sure her body was positioned in the most comfortable way — she also aligned herself so she could be facing the mirror that adorned her wall.

Poppy spread her legs and pushed them towards her chest, she could just make out her figure in the mirror due to the purple lights. It added a different layer of scenery, a sight Poppy loved.

Her left hand grasped at her left breast, she kneaded it through the thin cloth. Twisting her nipple between her fingers, a small whimper left her mouth. A small pool slowly seeped through her panties, making the fabric turn a bit sheer, outlining her pussy lips.

She moved the bralette down to let her nipples free, the clothing article still grasped the cusps of her breasts — the air hit the buds making them harden all the more. The same hand came back up and dipped into her mouth, she wet the fingers enough before bringing them back down and circling the erect nipple.

Her hips had a mind of their own, moving to cause some kind of friction. She was needy.

Poppy grabbed at the vibrator with her free hand — she instantly turned it on and delicately placed it over her clothed pussy.

“Oh.” she moaned, her back faintly arching. Applying much needed pressure, the vibrator slid between her restricted folds, brushing against her pulsing clit. The action caused a bit of a tremor in her legs.

“Fuck” tucking her bottom lip into her mouth, she kept a steady teasing pace, every now and then she would skim over her clit. The pace she was going was torturous.

Poppy eventually laid the toy down — although she didn't turn it off, it laid there while it lowly buzzed — she discarded the last pieces of clothing off her body with all speed. She needed to see every inch of her body, she needed to see all of her awaiting chest and the purple light to glisten off her pussy in all its entirety. She needed the full visual.

She disregarded the clothes and with no hesitation dipped two of her fingers into her slick folds. Poppy wanted, no needed a taste of her essence, she tucked those fingers into her mouth and moaned at the taste, she swirled her tongue around the digits before releasing them with a pop. A little saliva dripped down her body but she rubbed the rest right back onto her pussy, creating an — if even possible — wetter mess.

It didn't take long for the vibrator to be right back into her good grasp.

Poppy drug the toy from her clit to her leaky entrance and then back to her clit, she repeated this process two more times before dipping the head in. Throwing her head back, “Shit!” she hissed. She didn't dare to push it in all the way, she lived for the build up.

The way her stomach clenched and legs seemed to have a mind of their own, toes curling and pleasurable sounds getting caught in her throat. It was an euphoric feeling.

A — what she thought — was a familiar sound coming through the walls. She rolled her eyes and tried to ignore her ignorant neighbors, this wasn't the first time that they've had a problem with controlling the volumes in their abode. It didn't help that the sound that had interrupted was loud and shook the walls a bit.

“Fuckers probably dropped something heavy.” Poppy seethed but nestled into her bed, pushing the vibrator in more and more. She'd be damned if she didn't get her orgasm tonight.

“Oh fuck~” she let out when it hit a certain point, if she curved it up just a tad more she was sure she could brush up against her g-spot.

‘BOOM!’ The building shook again, faint screams were heard and to anyone in their right state of mind — they would've known that those screams were not full of anger or passion but of fear, jumbles of genuine panic.

Maybe it was the few drinks she had earlier, maybe it was the orgasmic haze she was building to that clouded her better judgment — that made her think that the world was just trying to make sure she didn't reach her most high. “Please, shut the fuck up! Please!”

Poppy screamed. Her chest heaved and skin warmed with irritation, she was pissed. The buildup was gone and anger replaced it. She was so heated that she didn't notice the eerie silence … or the thunderous footsteps that sliced through it.

When she did notice the silence though, it was too late.

The same queen size bed she resided in slid forward, the wall behind it breaking with such force that it caused the piece of furniture to move like it weighed near to nothing — debris flew all over the room and a dusty cloud disturbed her vision, she wasn't able to make out anything but knew from the bottom of her heart she wasn't alone anymore. Poppy's chest heaved with a total different type of emotion, terror.

She was scared.

Her body shook but not with pleasure, not with urgency — well not with that specific urgency but the urgency to live. She knew she wanted to get out of this situation alive, she didn't know how she was going to go about that. Especially when she laid eyes on her guest. The smoke screen dispersed.

Through the mirror that still was across from her, just closer in space, she saw something. Something so tall that it bent down slightly to fully come into the makeshift door it made. Its face was covered with a mask and it had locs on its head, adorned with gold ringlets and other tribal jewelry. Its body was covered in armor and it held a spear in its hand, not like a wooden or traditional spear.

This spear looked Mechanical, it looked as if it wasn't just a spear and even if it was, Poppy didn't want to be on the bad end of it.

You could barely make out its beady eyes from the mask but it was close enough to Poppy to where she could see the light shine off the black orbs.

.”Please don't kill me.” a cry slipped from her lips, tears coming down wetting them in the process “ please, i'll do anything, please don't kill me.” she pleaded, her eyes conveying her vulnerability. It didn't matter that she and whatever stormed into her bedroom didn't remotely share any similar DNA, and the fact it most likely didn't understand a word she was saying.

She was going to beg. She was going to appease whatever sympathetic — if it even had one — bone it had in its body.

The tears continued to flow and her mind started to wander. She thought about how quickly her life had become in danger, she thought about her friend and how she so easily brushed her off. She thought about how rudely she said goodbye, not knowing how those words would literally be the last words shared between them.

The thoughts made her cry harder — the steps it took so casually towards her, made her go into hysterics.

Poppys' back was pressed against the headboard as if it could shield her, she wouldn't dare turn around and become so close within range, cutting off the mere moments of life she had left. She gazed into the mirror and watched it come closer with no worry. Why would it worry though? It knew where the superiority lied.

It was behind her, the only thing that separated them was the splintering wood of what was left of the headboard. Poppy watched it through her tears.

She watched as it gazed down at her like she was a foreign specimen, as its left appendage came and caressed her head — not as if to soothe her but to make an observation as of what she was. This didn't console her, not one bit.

She felt its rough armored covered hand trail its way down her body, tracing over her neck and coming down her chest — it grazed her nipple causing her breath to hitch. A familiar tingle making an appearance at inappropriate timing, Poppy just blamed it on how the human body worked, this is how the body functioned.

It didn't stop its journey. Only when it made its way down to the soppy mess between Poppy’s thighs did it momentarily halt. Detouring if you will.

Poppys clit throbbed as she watched through the mirror, fear entwined with need — a treacherous combination.

The rough hand came in contact with her folds, swiping through and collecting her present arousal. The action was so fast and powerful that a jolt shot through Poppy and she couldn't help the small whimper she had let out.

Tears falling sporadically now, but the full fledged sobbing stopped. She wanted to live but if she were to die, how could she save a life that wasn't hers any longer?

She was miniscule compared to this thing, even slightly bent and playing with her essence it still cast many shadows on her, staying heads above her.

She wasn't paying attention to what it had been studying as she had been studying it. So when it slid a thick, long digit into her soaking folds it had caught her by surprise — her hands shooting up to hold its armored arm and hips jutting forward to meet the calculative thrusts it gave.

“ mhm” she moaned out and rolled her hips at the sensation, her stomach clenching for numerous reasons. Its finger moved around inside, giving her the same fullness as the toy that was inside her mere moments ago.

It curled up, hitting her g-spot, “oh fuck” she cursed, her hips starting to run away on their own but the finger was never far behind and without mere moments to spare she orgasmed all over its fingers.

Her body twitching from the fresh release and her mind not really focusing on the important things. In a way she was almost relaxed.

Till her body flew forward half a foot, she was now on her stomach and face mere inches away from the same mirror that's been the only witness to tonight's ventures. It had smoothly landed on her bed, somehow without making much noise and crouched behind her. She took notice of its strong hind legs.

Poppy's mind went to the news anchor she had silenced, she thought about the headline — Alien. She mentally scoffed, of all things an alien would become the first honest thing anyone has reported in such a long time and yet because of the same deception they casted into homes, Poppy couldn't take the news seriously. She couldn't shield her life.

The alien grasped at the sheathing that adorned its abdomen and nether region, it clicked around before the armor popped off with an almost undetectable hiss.

The covering slid off its chiseled body and Poppy could not help the strangled gasp that left her — when her eyes made contact with its outwardly cock. She didn't know why it astonished her as much, seeing as its stature was much larger than hers.

Its skin was a pale-ish yellow color, and she couldn't help to compare its structure to that of a humans, the way that the muscles were accentuated became vaguely familiar. From its chest, to its abs, the only thing she could honestly differentiate — its bulbous penis — the shape was similar but the size was scary, to say the least.

The otherworldly creature grasped at her hips and tugged her lower half towards it, its cock stood at gruesome attention — its arousal crystal clear. Poppy grasped at her bed covering, she couldn't believe that something like this was happening. How much she wanted it was the craziest part.

She had yet to say a word besides her begging fit earlier and pleasurable sounds from when it had finger fucked her — she was too embarrassed to say anything, she would rather wallow in her shame and its cum quietly. Well as quietly as she could be.

Snatching her from her pitiful thoughts — it dragged its pulsing pre cum dripping head across her wet slit, mixing both of their juices together to create the best lubricant. It let out a hum of approval, the first sound it had made tonight and dare she say, Poppy loved it. How deep and guttural it was made Poppy's stomach clench in the best way.

The alien dipped the head of its hungry cock into her awaiting opening, “oh fuck” Poppy's head lolled forward into the mattress, her mouth was agape and eyes closed as it slid its length inside her. She knew that it wouldn't be able to fit entirely and the thought saddened her, she wanted it all.

When it got in as much as it could it started to move in and out of her wetness, barely giving her time to adjust. Its movements were not humane, yet still calculative. It didn't look down at her with care but as if it were a Predator and she was its prey.

She could feel every groove, bump and vein as it plunged into her — her pussy clenching around it like a glove.

Poppy was so confident in her ability to know her body that it wreaked havoc on her that every time that it pushed into her awaiting pussy it touched her g spot, every time — but yet, she could just merely brush against it.

She couldn't even form coherent words as her second, more powerful orgasm washed over her. Her pussy tightened over its length — which made it growl louder — and creamed all over the resilient alien. It never let up, never gave her a break.

Her body lay limp as she took everything it gave to her, even when it decided to push more of its length inside her battered womb. She could feel her stomach expand everytime it pushed forward, she could only tiredly lay her hand over her stomach as it fucked her into oblivion.

“ Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! “ Each orgasm was more powerful than the last, each one did more and more of the impossible.

With a loud rumble, it grabbed her hips so tightly that she knew they were bruised and the skin most likely scratched and raw — ropes and ropes of cum were dumped into her. It's like they were shooting straight at her g spot, her legs shook fiercely and her pussy squirted — not only her juices but the cum that stained her walls gushed out as well.

Black spots painted her vision, her chest heaving at a worrisome rate.

She knew somewhere in her mind that it knew that she was spent — but this wasn't about her.

Its right arm came around her waist to hoist up her pliable body, it grabbed at her legs so that they sat on its muscular thighs — giving a much better access point.

Poppy was basically sitting on the alien's lap with its cock still stuffed inside, still hard and throbbing as if it didn't just fill her to the brim.

She just leaned back and shivered once her back made contact with some cold metal — her eyes barely able to stay open — she could just about make out their figures in the mirror, she could see the mixtures of cum dripping from where their bodies met. She could see how puffy her pussy was and how glossy its cock was as it maneuvered in and out of her.

Saliva slid out of her mouth and down her chin as the all too familiar feeling started to build back up within her. She knew this one would be the one to make her succumb to darkness and maybe even death, at least it was pleasurable.

She whimpered and whined, her legs planting on its steel thighs as she tried to run away from the feeling — she knew she was fighting a losing battle.

Poppy knew she lost, she knew when its arms circled around her — locking her in — and started pistoning inside her, it seemed as if its cock only knew to hit her g spot. She cried, tears sliding down her face as her pussy leaked and vision became blurry, breathing didn't come naturally and because of that she became lightheaded.

Sobs racked her body as she came, her hands grasping at the arms holding her. Her stomach cramping from her multiple orgasms and the appendage that has now claimed it as its own.

Not once did the Predator stop. It didn't stop when her legs slipped from their settled position. It didn't stop when her hands stopped squeezing its arms. It didn't stop when her head lolled to the right and eyes closed.

It just held her close to its conscious body and let her pussy envelope him with the warm welcome to its new home.

Dedications: @deunmiu-dessie

Banner/Divider: @cafekitsune @pwixi

[gatorbites-imagines]

Please, please, I'll do whatever you want, just more yautja

Male Elder Yautja OC (Ge'jaar) x male reader

Ficlet

I still don’t really know a whole lot of the yautja lore, but I love them anyways. So, heres me cooking up an oc and hoping it’s somewhat canon because I love yautja and will take any excuse to write about them. Readers somewhat based off of an oc of mine. Reader is also around 6ft 5 inches. Ge'jaar is 9ft or so.

Bako really grew on me for some reason when I wrote this, so lemme know if you guys wanna read about him.

You were old. Very old. You hadn’t kept much track of just how old you were, it didn’t really matter, but you only appeared to be in the 50s or very good 60s. You knew you were a lot older than that, having spent at least 100 years away from earth, hunting. You had returned though, at some point, and settled down in a very defensible cabin far away from much of everything, where you could live in peace with your “dogs”.

Well, you called them dogs, mainly because they walked on all fours and had a tail they’d wag, and followed orders. An ex of yours had called them Kiande amedha, you just called them xenomorphs, or your beetle dogs. Years ago, back when you had successfully killed the bad bloods that kidnapped you and your military unit, you had found this little ugly hissing creature. There was a stereotype that humans would bond with most near anything, and they were right.

You brought the little bugger along on the ship you stole from the now dead bad bloods, which took a long time to figure out how to steer. You named your pet Lucky, and you would later learn she was female. Strangely enough, she seemed to follow you as if you were the queen and not her, so it was all fine. Even if she and her first offspring did kill your ex when he tried to hit and control you. One of her offspring lost a leg in that fight, so obviously his name would be tripod.

Luckily for you, sweet little Lucky didn’t breed like other of her kind. Over the years shed only had about 50 offspring, whom she seemed to raise in the same way you remembered earth dogs would do it, sometimes making you wonder if she was some kind of crossbreed. Having 50 kiande amedha though, made you very dangerous in the eyes of your ex’s species, especially when they learned you controlled them.

Joining the hunt hadn’t been something you had outright planned to do. Or getting juiced up with whatever weird drugs and inventions the clans you were friendly with cooked up. That was why you grew so much taller, and aged so slowly.

Ge'jaar wasn’t part of one of the clans you fought alongside. You two actually met, when a group of young bloods tried to hunt your beetle dogs. Apparently, they thought you would be an easy target, being an ooman and all. Of course, you made sure to show them you weren’t. they successfully killed one of your pets, a spunky one named Hoover because he ate everything. And like any hunter worth their salt, you needed revenge.

It led to some political struggles and conversations between clan elders, since you were pretty much a part of that one specific clan now after so many hunts together.

Ge'jaar wasn’t the leader of his clan, but still counted as an elder. He was handsome, in his own, scaley way. His skin was white and covered in the same dark splotching as all yautja seemed to carry. He wore a lot of the same clothing as most yautja did, and would later on wear a cape you made from the hide of a beast you had hunted.

In the end, Ge'jaar went as far as to apologize and repay you for the dead “hunting hound”. Bako, one of the males from your apparent clan, would later tell you it was because Ge'jaar wanted to fuck you. You were still very salty about Hoover though, so you acted quite nasty and confrontational with Ge'jaar and his clan for a good chunk of years.

The cape Ge'jaar would start to wear, hadn’t even been a gift in your mind. For some reason the elder yautja had followed along for one of your solo hunts, in Bakos words “going on a date” with you. And yes, Ge'jaar was very impressive to watch fight, he was very big and broad, alright? The creatures purple blood sprayed all over his white skin also didn’t help.

You couldn’t even remember what you had said to him, but it must have been some threat or curse as you threw the creatures skin at him, since you only wanted the meat and bones. It made no sense to you at the time why Ge'jaar started wearing the fur, and you hadn’t wanted to ask Bako since the guy had just started cackling at you when he saw it.

It was only years later when you had settled back down on earth, that it really seemed to register to you that Ge'jaar was trying to charm you, in his own yautja way. Still feeling so angry about Hoovers death, even if Ge'jaar himself didn’t do it, you took all the hunting and dead creatures by your ship and hut as a threat or challenge. All the jewelry and armor as harder to explain, and you still had the book about yautja mythology somewhere on your shelf.

At that point, you had just assumed Ge'jaar moved on, since you hadn’t seen him in so long. The only yautja you truly spoke much too nowadays was Bako and those from his clan. And of course, the ones that still owed you favors, just to remind them you were still alive to cash in on it.

You had just returned from one of your trips to the nearest large city, a trip that took you almost two weeks since everything was far away, when you saw him again. Or rather, one of your beetle dogs saw him, a young one named Blue, since his dome of a head reflected blue more than the rest.

Blue had been born, laid? On earth, and had seen very little true combat, so you assumed that was why he was the friendliest of them all. Where most of Lucky’s offspring that had known space and combat stuck to the shadows and settled in the cave system near your cabin, Blue was a real lapdog.

Friendly enough it seemed, to just accept an intruder in your home. Stepping out of your truck, Blue trotted out of your cabin door, which was wide open, looking as happy as a clam with dried meat in his maw. There was a feeling in the air that you weren’t alone, so grabbing at your beloved weapon of choice, you were about to fall back into old habits.

That was until Ge'jaar of all people, stepped out of your cabin, wearing one of your shirts. Well, trying to wear one of your shirts. It was one of the largest shirts you owned, old and worn with some odd shape on the front that might have been a logo once.

The elder yautja looked very comfortable, right at home honestly, his dreadlocks pulled into a bun on the back of his large head, and a damn sleeve of cookies in his massive hand. The confusion must have been so clear on your face, as the retired hunter chittered and laughed, moving closer to help you lug stuff back into your cabin and into your massive basement.

The confusion was strong enough that you just kinda went along with it, moving everything from your large truck and away from sight until you needed it. It was only after you both sat down on the couch that you took notice of the minor changes to your home, it looked very much like Ge'jaar had just moved himself in.

You could have smacked him right then and there, maybe cut all his dreadlocks off and made him swallow his mandibles, but somehow the massive scarred yautja made himself look so innocent and borderline lovable.

Blue, the little fucker, just got comfortable on a large fur Ge'jaar had laid out across the floor, tail whipping all over and knocking trinkets off your coffee table. The little traitor, you knew you spoiled him too much.

It took a lot of explanation from Ge'jaar, and you had a feeling if you hadn’t lived amongst his people for so long you might have lost it, but apparently Ge'jaar had made some plea to his clan leader, and yours since apparently you still counted as one of those, and you two were pretty much married without your approval.

Well, or so you would say, but all your guy’s “dates” and all the “gifts” you passed between you counted as courting. You settling down back on earth just appeared to be retirement in their eyes. It wasn’t like you still hated Ge'jaar, you never really had thinking back, it just… came as quite a surprise.

Ge'jaar still kept on courting you, even when you fed most of the things he caught to Lucky and her offspring. The elder yautja took your claim that Lucky was your child to heart, clicking and purring when she, and by extent her offspring, finally accepted his presence.

Time was a true blur out in the mountains, you only really noticed it by the seasons passing and you needing to go back into town two or three times a year to stock back up. But soon enough Ge'jaar was part of your life, and yes, you still snipped and bit at him sometimes, but this time it was meant as flirting.

Your mate, since that’s what you guys were now, was so patient and seemed to find your human nature endearing enough to pick up on some of it himself. It still felt very weird to be given flowers by a seasoned hunter like Ge'jaar, or to walk in on him watching Gilmore girls with Blue draped across his lap, but you got used to it.

It was probably best that you and Ge'jaar were the ones to get together, since he was older, had already had all the offspring he wanted. The yautja was also confident enough in himself that he didn’t get jealous the same way your ex had. Ge'jaar was hot and he knew this even in his fluffy robe and slippers, though you couldn’t help but miss him in his netting and weapons at times.

It turned out to be a lot more comfortable than you had thought to retire, with your mate who had to be hundreds of years older than you, and your many, many beetle dogs. There were times you debated on going out for a hunt again, as a date, for old times sake, but that was something you would need to discuss with Ge'jaar first.

[strugglingtoadult]

Jelena and Gor’shak can’t get any alone time 😔🤚

God I love these idiots

[ayautjaslover]

Merry (almost) Christmas, here are some Christmas space cats

[naoutchi]

Black Momba

Finally i got around to drawing her, this certified baddie belongs to @black-suns-rim.

[karastears]

wanted to get this out b4 i go to bed but this is ombre, my mva oc; she's the daughter of the boogeyman, aka the most respected figure in the world of monsters.

abilities: shadow manipulation, the power to project and create nightmares, she is able to traverse between different dimensions, sound wave manipulation, can briefly manipulate the fabric of reality, creating distorted spaces or teleporting to different locations

weaknesses: most protective charms with positive energy, disrupting her rhythm or creating silence, has a weakness to daylight.

personality: As someone who has lived through most of her life living history, Ombre has seen what has happened and how the world works, which gave her an already depressing outlook on life. Despite this, she is actually quite friendly and approachable to talk to. Wanting to live up to her father's reputation as the greatest monster of all time, Ombre picks up a hobby turned passion of being a DJ. She is passionate and honest, yet can be stern and strict when needed. She acts as a mentor towards the other monsters when needed. She also has a silly streak, and acts younger than she is.

backstory: On one eventful night, Ombre was the DJ at a night club in Beverly Hills, and the crowd was pumped up as usual, but on this night, Ombre was feeling a little bold. She decided to use her sound wave manipulation to in order to hypnotize and brainwash the partygoers into her own little army of shadow monsters.

extra trivia:

bob loves her a lot and he often calls her grammy or grams, because she reminds him of his grandma :)))

[my-world-my-stories]

Cuddle times with you big GF that's just an overgrown, murderous house cat with scales and big teeth. The purring is a bonus.

[itsmissnight]

Here's a art dump of all the doodles I've done of my xenomorph sona, cupid!!! I love him sm, he's pink 💗

[monnowo]

COMMISSION!!! My actual first yautja commission and is for @himbo-in-limbo !!! Is just one pose, not finished yet…but I really love him!!