#original yautja clan

[tallships-and-starlights]

Not me using leftover yarn so that just can better visualize how braiding and weaving tresses would look like. Not me also realizing how inherently difficult it is to do with more than 5 strands at a time.

[thecleanbean]

Say hello to Ghato'ti! His Ref is made by me, every other piece is from amazing artists from ArtFight! ( _MARA_ - KaleSaladStarfish - Starlight-Of-Arraya) Ghato'ti is a calm, collected warrior. He is one of the youngest among his many siblings. He is the son of to the great Nain'hult, who was leader of the Lo-nyth clan.

Even for his royal blue blood, he is not against his older siblings for the throne, but rather respected to honor his old father. He did a lot of badblood spying and assassination's in his younger days, but stopped after a traumatic event, from him falling for a badblood.

Now he is just a scouting warrior, riding on his Ar'jans and training his 3 small scraotchi, meanwhile entertaining his older sister Zaoli and keeping his older brother Zabue at bay to order him around.

I love this boi so much

[killershrike]

Ok no but seriously guys let's just.. compare Yautja and Klingons for a moment

First physically:

I think it's pretty easy to spot the immediate physical similarities.

• Non human colored and textured skin- (yes the actors for original Klingons were covered in shoe polish or brown paint because that was the era of the time) if you read Gene Coon's only physically written description of them he says they are "Oriental, hard-faced". The Klingons were heavily based on North Asian people, specifically Mongols. Later, their skin tones are depicted in varying colors, such as jet black and almost purple. (This helps easily identify clans and families.)

• Large foreheads with protrusions, bumps, lumps, etc.

• Even some of the Klingons' hair is very similar to a Yautja's dreads.

• Even their armor has many similarities. Of course, yautja have different armor among them, but from some we've seen in canon:

• Their general physique, being extremely muscular and tall, as well as the females, and the males and females looking very similar in general

And then culture, and honestly, I'll have to cut myself short cause there are so many, but the obvious ones are:

• Both races share an honor code as the keystone to their entire culture and belief system

• Both races are naturally and intrinsically drawn to battle, violence, and aggression

• Both races are extremely prideful people who feel compelled to prove their worth (honor) and view themselves as the apex

• Both races share a distinct tribal culture mixed with modern technology

Like... guys.. am i Crazy?? Were the Yautja at least softly based off Klingons??? It just feels like a LOT of coincidences, you know??

[yaut-jaknowit]

New Feelings

Pairing: We'ar-ow (Female Yautja) x GN!Reader(Platonic)

Word Count: 3057

Summary: During this time, We'ar-ow takes a momentary step back from ruling to care for you. Just in the confinements of her private room though. You come to realize how different she acts in front of company.

Author Note: Had a bit of a mix-up on the masterlist but it's resolved now! I've also got the next chapter finished about to finish the one after that so I'm getting back to writing book. Not beta read. If there is something confusing or stupid, let me know and I'll fix it.

Masterlist

Ao3

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14 | Part 15 | Part 16 | Part 17 | Part 18

In We’ar-ow’s throne room, many Yautjas have come to report to their leader. It was a short line at first when she had originally dragged you from the safety of her room early this morning. A regular amount of people, you had thought at first. It doesn’t just take one person to lead a clan like this. But more later filled the throne room that it finally hit the door.

It’s not like you paid a great amount of attention to them. Just enough to see each of their faces and file them away for a later date. All for sake of one of them being your stalker. Whoever hunted you through the halls of this very ship could possibly be in this room with you. Would they slay you before the Monarch? And what would their thought process be? Cleaning the ship of scum? Disturbing We’ar-ow?

That had you rolling your eyes, head bowed to hide away your emotions. We’ar-ow did not care that much about you to have your death disturb her. Just a fucking pet. Your senses still completely open for an attack. Anyone of them could slip out of line and slaughter you without remorse. These are hunters. Born, bred, built to maim anything in their way. A shiver ran its course through your body.

The tablet in hand was momentarily discarded mentally. The thoughts of decapitation or dismembering filled your head. None of them would blink an eye about it. Just your blood staining the like-carpet material blanketing the stairs and floor. Or the cushion gifted to you. All would be brushed off. Their day would continue like normal. You sighed heavily through your nose and tilted your head back to stare at the strangely decorated ceiling.

A mural of sorts had been painted over the expanse of the ceiling. Only spots of flush lights broke the illusion of how intricate. You shook your head and focused back on the line.

Someone bypassed the entire line and marched up the stairs that lead to We’ar-ow’s throne. Your back tensed at the sight, on the verge of snapping in half. This Yautja, male by his shorter stature, ignored you and stopped before her seat. A nearly playful look twinkled in his sea green-blue eyes. He gave a polite bow to his leader then begun to discuss with her, short, sweet.

“May I?” he questioned and motioned over to you. Your heart dropped to the floor. Instantly, you rapidly shook your head to deter him or her from getting close to you.

We’ar-ow nodded her massive head and returned her attention back to the figure before her. Your jaw dropped at her abandonment. A week ago you had almost died! Maybe, possibly. You didn’t know if death was going to happen that day but it made it all the scary of not knowing.

The new figure smiled with his alien mandibles and spun on his heel to face your sitting form. Terror ran cold in your blood at his first step. The next had you trembling. He knelt down a step just before yours. He wasn’t a young Yautja anymore. The lines and many scars the decorated his skin were an indication. What caught your eye like shining gold was his right arm. The elbow and below was gone, poof. Just a nub and gnarly scars. A well decorated hunter who’s earned his title by the looks of it.

You swallowed thickly but stayed seat on the cushion. Somehow. The Yautja huffed, the lightest of smirks playing his face. He reached out with his only hand and plucked the tablet from your grasp. “Whatcha got here?” he questioned and began to scroll through the page you were on. An article about Yautja Prime, their home planet.

He snickered and gave a look that ‘really?’. The device was tossed back into your lap but your attention was solely on the potentially dangerous figure before you. But… We’ar-ow seemed at ease around him and allowed him to approach you. Something you hadn’t expected after that night and the following days.

“If ya wanna know about home world, you could get it from the source,” he spoke in a voice that gave you smoker vibes. It almost drowned out the translator tucked underneath your skin, behind your ear. Automatically, you glanced over at We’ar-ow hard at work. A light tap to your knee had you snapping back to him. “Not her, ooman. Me!”

Your brows furrowed in confusion. Him? You just met him. Not even completely! He hadn’t told you his name. He saw the puzzle look on your features and snorted. “Monarch may say she could care less if I dropped off into the space port but she cares, doesn’t she?” What was his point? His angle? What did he want? And why was he being so friendly to you? Did he get knocked up side the head far too many times?

Plus, why did his last two words sound like there was an underlying tone in his voice. “I don’t, don’t even know your name,” you stuttered and gave him a look as if he was crazed. Curse the stutter!

“Oh, right. Thought she would’ve said a thing or two about me. Hurts the heart a little.” You just kept staring at him, puzzled on this whole attitude. He was completely different from any Yautja you’ve met before. Even if the list is fairly short. They’ve never acted so… carefree. Was this the crazy old man of the ship?

“Call me Xilo, short for Xilomere,” he finally introduced. Still tensed painfully, you stiffy nodded your head and murmur a ‘okay’, hoping it was enough to get him to leave. It wasn’t. “And you’re the Monarch’s pet. An ooman who’s been talk of the town for the last half solar cycle! You don’t realize the uproar you caused when the newly blooded brought you here. If it wasn’t for her, you wouldn’t have survived to see the next day.”

He said it so causally. You could’ve died when Dwainet brought you here… death. This was all a horrible mistake with consequences hard to live with.

We’ar-ow stopped them from killing you. She allowed you to stay. Why?! Your eyes drifted back over to the hard-working Yautja ensuring her ship and community don’t collapse on itself. Did… did she want you back then?

A hunter at their core must be patient.

That what it is to be a hunter. What did this all mean?! You gnawed on your bottom lip when the green Yautja before you patted your knee. “She didn’t tell you? Whoops.” Then, he leaned in close to whisper something of importance. “Don’t tell her I told you. Act natural.” All you could do was blink dumbly at him.

‘Act natural’? ‘Act natural’?! He was just as irritating at We’ar-ow with their up front, uncaring, idiotic words! How could you just go one knowing that if it wasn’t for her you would be dead!? Or the fact she might have been wanting you for her own pet this entire time?! Just waiting like the hunter was born to be for the right moment to snatch you up.

All of this was a mistake. You wanted to breakdown all over again. The wounds still fresh enough to ache in your poor heart.

Xilo pulled back with that same cocky smirk. “If you ever need to chat, dear ooman. My contact has been inputted into your toy. Now, I should dip before I spill more than I should about our lovely Monarch.” He pushed back up into a standing position, knees popping with the action. He gave you a two-finger salute, spun on his heel, and left through the way he came.

On his only hand, he was missing his entire pinky and the tip of his ring finger. Something you realized after he already left. You grumbled underneath your breath for a few minutes after the interaction and messed around on your tablet. He didn’t need to announce to the whole throne room what you were doing on the tablet. Yes, you were gathering information about their planet. It’s not like you freely look for ways to escape the mothership right in front of her. You were on the steps, before her throne though to the side. One turn of her head could expose your whole plan.

To be honest, you’ve thought about this. She has to have some knowledge of you wanting to escape. But if she’s not worried… that means she is confidence there isn’t way to escape. But there is. At least to get off of here. Away from being her damn pet.

The like-leather encasing your throat is a feeling you’ve started to grow accustomed to. At nights, We’ar-ow allows you to take it off. Thankfully. But in the morning, it’s back on; with complaints almost every time. It’s a loosing battle at this point. The only way to gain back what you’ve lost is to escape. Away, far from this place.

So, you learned, research what you could about Yautjas. From their planet to the motherships they use to roam the universe to the different subspecies to hunting styles. Everything. To know your enemy is the way to defeat your enemy. To outsmart them, her. It’s the only way to escape.

But is that what you want?

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Once the day ended, in the middle of the afternoon, the two of you retired back to her quarters. The safety away from prying eyes and possibly danger. Though, to be frank, this was the lions den you not only eat and bathe in, but also sleep and relax in. You ran your fingers through your hair after the door seal shut, leaving you alone with We’ar-ow.

Said salmon pink Yautja strolled across the living room and into her room. Door left open. That struck you. The door always shuts after her. Why leave it open?

Curiosity may have killed the cat… and now you.

You tiptoed across the length of the main room and peered around the entrance of her door. You’ve been in here before. With her permission. She’s never left the door open before though. You didn’t dare take another step into the bedroom.

For a moment, you couldn’t find her until a light flicked on and caught your eye. We’ar-ow’s back was to you as she stood in the doorway of another room to the right wall. The new light shone on what looked to be clothing. She has a walk in closet, what else did you expect from her?

Then, the Yautja began to strip. You felt your eyes bulge out from your head at the sight, but unable to peel your sight away. Its not like you hadn’t seen Dwainet naked before… plenty of times, plenty. He had bulk similar to We’ar-ow but she has honed in to be able to be agile and lethal. Move faster than you could process sometimes.

You chewed on your bottom lip, eyes partially glazed over. Her muscles weren’t well defined as some you’ve seen. That didn’t mean thickly corded muscles didn’t lie underneath her thick, pink skin. No wonder many Yautjas looked at not just respect/fear of her being Monarch but for her beauty as well.

Her thumbs shimmied under her waistband and began to push down. This is where you slam your back against the wall outside of the room and slapped a hand over your mouth.

Boiling heat flushed to your cheeks, eyes clenched shut. Why had you done that?! That… that-

“You are missing the show,” We’ar-ow’s voice funneled out into the main room where you were. Your knees nearly gave out right then. She knew. Oh my god. She fucking knew! “Come on out, pet.” She used a honeyed voice as an attempt to coax you out from hiding. She already knew that you were right there.

With whatever courage you still had after all this time, you stepped back into the doorway with your head bowed. She would have to rip your head off to make you look at her.

Pink feet entered your vision. A knuckle tried to tilt your head up at first before you felt her lean down, mouth close to your ear now. “Did my pet enjoy the show?” she whispered softly into your ear. Your spine locked up, chest heaving with unsteady breaths. “Calm, little one. I asked a question.”

Anger flashed to life in your veins was quickly stomped out from the embarrassment. She wanted you to speak! Why does she keep doing that? You felt on the verge of crying. “S-sorry,” you sputtered then pressed your lips tightly against each other. Her knuckle was still firm against your chin, not relenting. But neither were you.

We’ar-ow softly huffed and corralled you to the nearest wall. Her free hand wrapped around your neck and locked you against said wall. “That is not the answer I was looking for, pet.” You best believe she could hear how wild your heart was pounding in your chest. On the verge of jumping out into her hands.

From past experiences, you knew she wasn’t going to stop until she got your answer. Lying was off the table too. Yautjas have a keen sense of smell. They know. You swallowed the lump down, feeling her hand twitch slightly around your throat. “Yes,” you murmured just above a breath. She was able to tilt your head up and you met her eyes.

Far from anger. We’ar-ow looked down at you with an alien smirk gracing her face. Your heart stuttered, but not from fear. She wasn’t furious, not at all. It’s like… oh my god, she wanted you to look, to watch even. It was all a setup. Your face soured. You had nowhere to go though. We’ar-ow had you trapped to the wall.

“Smart ooman.” She read you like an open book. You scowled at her. “I am glad that enjoyed what I offered. I will know what to do for next time.” Then, her body heat left you as she pulled away. “Go eat. There are some berries in the cooling containment for you.” Sometimes the translator wasn’t the most accurate about words.

Blindly listening to her, you unsteadily stumbled your way into the kitchen-like room. In the refrigerator, you pulled out the bowl and berries then added a couple of fruits to it as well. You were still dazed while sitting down on the one-seater in the living room.

A berry was tossed into your mouth. The taste bursting over your tastebuds. They were delicious, not something you expected from a species that looked like they had a stick always stuck up their ass. You scoffed and curled up more on the couch. Your legs tucked underneath your body with the bowl placed in your lap.

As you sat peacefully on the couch, you couldn’t help but remember what We’ar-ow had said earlier. Something on the lines of knowing what to do for next time. Next time? Why would there be a next time?! She… fuck, you couldn’t deny the fact you were watching her, curious on what lied below her clothing. Though, there wasn’t much fabric she used to cover herself. None of the Yautjas did. Nudity wasn’t frowned upon like it is for your species.

Your brows furrowed the more you thought about it. They way you watched… and she wanted you to. She set you up and you enjoyed it!

All thoughts came to a halt… Enjoyed? Did you enjoy it? You didn’t dare answer that. You frowned and shifted once more to have your legs over the arm rest, back to the other side. Another few berries were tossed into your mouth, mindlessly munching on them.

What is wrong with you? You sighed and curled more in yourself. This was all wrong. After Dwainet, you sworn to never feel a thing for any of these monsters. That’s what they are. Dwainet took you from your home, away from everything you knew and promised you love that he clearly lost for you. Now, look where it got you. In the worst place possible. Escape was hard enough but if she was interested in you… that was a whole either situation you had to worry about. At a later date. Today, you had to survive the stalker.

Warm arms scooped you up from the couch. You yelped and scrambled to right yourself but the limbs tensed and kept you firmly in place. When a familiar pink flashed in your vision you stilled, eyes wide and glancing up at the Yautja holding you. “What are you doing?” you questioned, voice faltering.

We’ar-ow held you close to her, against her bare chest, turned around, then stole your spot. A grumpy look fell over your features as you were ready to flail around to escape. The Yautja chuckled and patted your cheek. “You look cute when you are pouting,” she teased and plucked a piece fruit from your bowl. There was nothing you could do to fight her.

Stiffly, you hesitantly relaxed into her lap once realizing there wasn’t a chance to wiggle free. She let a slackened arm fall over your lap. You tensed but returned to your former position, half-mindlessly munching at the berries she snacked on as well. The Yautja didn’t say anything else and seemed to enjoy your company.

Despite the will to fight her, to fight this; after the last week living in the terror of being hunted down by a Yautja has worn you down. She was there. She willingly protected you. She carried you to her room, set you down in her bed, and locked you in her room. For your protection. She cares. To what extent is a great question you would love to answer.

For the time being, you would enjoy her warm body and food she provided. Though, it came with an unfortunate title: pet. Your lips pressed against each other at the reminder. There was always a trade off and maybe it had to come with that title to live a life worriless.

You’ve yet to come to terms with that though. The pain still far too fresh to think of lying and rolling over for her. Or anyone for that matter.

Special tag: @michellefoster12

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[isei-bleeds]

More of the old big gal herself, Leader of the Koroth'Ul, Mother of Many: Kindut'ru Kindut'ru is not her birth name, but it is one given herself after being one of the few survivors of the the Temple Massacre, long ago. It's spoken in the clan's original tongue, Old Korith, and means 'Once Dead'.

All Koroth'Ul leaders are given the honorific of Mother/Father of Many, as all of the clan are under their patronage. Remember that the Koroth'Ul do not adhere to number of children as part of their grandiosity. One's glory is their own. A yautja only needs to have one Koroth'Ul parent to be considered Koroth'Ul themselves. Kindut'ru has birthed and raised many children herself, and her mammary glands are stretched and loose over her pectorals.

Only the Leaders wear the 'crown', as Koroth'Ul like to bring attention to themselves, unlike many other yautja. The rest of the Koroth'Ul will wear their traditional, hallmark crest. In combat, they will viciously shake their heads so that the metallic clasps of their tresses strike against the bones to create a thunderous, terrible rattling sound.

Kindut'ru may be getting up there in age, but she is still Leader for a reason and has held her crown for a generation longer than most.

[scarlettaagni]

The Flayed Thing under Tlega Oasis

An allegedly cursed spot of vegetation in the desert off the outskirts of the Bleached Bone Clan. Despite being such a convenient respite from the harsh climate and suns, all travelers are warned from entering, at least too far into the oasis. It is said those who go too deep come back changed, and unlike gods who impersonate mortals, who relinquish when the original mortal returns, they stay changed. Those who keep their distance and return well report a voice in its depths.

Tlega Oasis was said to have been placed there by the gods themselves long ago, not as a gift to the people, but the consequence of them punishing a wayward Ancient, Tlega. For his pursuit of power that did not belong to him, he was flayed by Paya and cursed not to die by Cetanu, trapped under the ground, his blood feeding the ordinarily dry soil and raising an oasis above his prison. The voice heard is Tlega begging for reprieve, not a true victim of a fall as one may think. Said the gods, “the flayed one will remain there for eternity.”

Hidden in the oasis’ verdure is a crevasse, from which a whispery voice begs for help, unresponsive to questions. The cautious will recognize someone truly in distress would likely be yelling and avoid the trap, but the compassionate few may wish to help someone too weak to raise their volume. When the victim makes their way down, the sweet smell of a rotting Yautja will waft, along with smears of luminescent blood around the cavern.

The occupant of this space is an entirely flayed, quills included, Yautja with a cut throat, who will emerge and ambush the victim. With an abnormally grown claw on its left middle finger, the Flayed Thing similarly flays the newcomer before slashing their throat. As the newcomer reels, the Flayed Thing picks up the pristine hide and slips it on as if it were cloth, the flesh sealing as if never cut.

Now appearing exactly as the newcomer, the former Flayed Thing has the strength to escape the pit and resume normal life under the newcomer’s identity. Meanwhile, the newcomer, body essentially stolen, takes its place as the Flayed Thing; with throat cut and in such a state of pain, they can only weakly beg for anyone to come down, so that they may steal the next newcomer’s hide and free themself of the curse they had been handed.

Each Flayed Thing was once a Yautja unfortunate enough to be lured into the chasm, who must now deal what they had been dealt, passing their pain onto the next one, a process that can take centuries as they cannot die. Desperate enough to escape the endless pain, they pursue their desire to continue their natural life, even if under a different face and name, even if stealing it from someone else innocent.

With the last of the power that was never his, Tlega had exploited a loophole in the gods’ command by casting his own spell. He could not break the curse, but instead pass it on.

Tlega grew himself a weapon in the form of an extended claw that can cut through nearly all things, with which the passerby, young Aganon, was flayed, and cursing him to near-silence, Tlega cut his throat. Finally, his spell allowed him to wear the hide of his reluctant rescuer; in doing so, Tlega both escaped punishment and his natural death, living the rest of his young and healthy replacement’s days.

This was allowed to occur because of the gods’ exact wording: the eternal punishment is not broken as long as any “flayed one” remains down there, not Tlega himself.

However, humbled by his millennia of torture, Tlega ensured his spell would also pass to his replacement, so that they may escape as he did. Once skinned by the Flayed Thing, their victims will grow a talon with which to silence their replacement and steal their visage. Ad infinitum, ad nauseum.

The spell makes the Thing’s muscles, skeleton, blood, eye color, voice, sex— everything, become indistinguishable from their replacement’s. It is irreversible, to everyone’s chagrin. Even when they die, they will take their replacement’s place in the afterlife, only identifiable via the stolen life and name. Tlega, never having escaped as “Tlega”, known to everyone only as “Aganon”, evaded the gods’ attention this way.

Those who had been the Flayed Thing do not speak of it, and quietly live out their replacement’s life. It would be difficult to, under Tlega’s curse of silence. It is unwise for any former Flayed Thing to confess otherwise, for fear of retribution.

The public is completely ignorant to the current nature of the Flayed Things. As far as everyone who had heeded the warnings is concerned, the voice and skinned figure is, and always has been, Tlega.

A former Flayed Thing returning to the crevasse cannot be attacked by the current Thing. The claw cannot pierce flesh already cut by it, as that would undo the work of its own spell.

[the-starry-seas]

So I guess it's as good a time as any to have a pinned post?

Hi, I'm Sticks! I use vae/vaer/vaers/vaerself and it/its pronouns. This is a multifandom blog with a dash of many other random things. I'm a proshipper, cloneshipper, multishipper, and polyshipper.

I'll tag things to the best of my ability if you ask. Sometimes I'll forget. I love being tagged in ask games, WIP games, last line challenges, literally whatever. Mutuals can DM for my discord.

You can check out my fics on AO3 at lizardwrites (Star Wars) or purpleturtle9000 (Rise/Bayverse TMNT). Or check the tag for sticks' fics to see drabbles and previews. My askbox is open for requests for more drabbles, headcanons, and general rambling.

Consider this a blanket permission for any and all transformative works of my writing. You may post translated versions of my fics on other sites but you may not repost the original work. And please show me what you've made!

I have a lot of OCs and I love talking about them. I also want to hear all about yours! In the meantime, there's a list of mine below the cut. tumblr wouldn't let me link all of them, but you can try copy-pasting the-starry-seas.tumblr.com/tagged/ and put in the character name (I tag with ranks, so put in CT Racer instead of just Racer).

The Murderbot Diaries:

Jude (she/they rogue SecUnit)

ROTTMNT:

Kestrel

Star Wars:

212th Squad (Boot, Mik, Squeaker, Moxie, Onion, Crumpet)

Aces Squad (CT Racer, CT Fury, CS Blue, CT Whisper, CT Ember)

B Roll, all-girls clone squad formed of Bark, Bite, Bumble, and Bee

Clone Force M (CT Winter, CT Bee, CT Indigo, CT Jewel, CC Nebula, CT Zenith, CT Sunny, CT Star, CT Sky, CT Silver)

Mar'eyce, modern AU Clone Force M, featuring the Smokejumpers

Ghost Squad (CL Harlow, CS Karla, CT Shay, CT Cavalry, CT Boom, CT Ray, CT Nox, CT Tally) and their associated Mandalorians

Green Squad (formerly) now civilians Aralyn, Berry, and Prey Drive

Royal Squad, five tubies adopted by the royal family in a nobody-dies Bail/Breha/Fox AU (Bug, Jaonyc, Yancy, Helio, Vidal)

Shili Squad (Chen Nihaan, Alyx, Bella, Corvin, Watcher, Atlas, Ginger, Circuit, and Synch)

Shiny Squad: Kit's batchmates CT Lucky, CT Shrike, and CT Carno

Grafitti & Rence of the Corrie Guard

Kit also of the Corrie Guard and Fox's shiny/adopted son

Legacy and Legend, a pair of Force-sensitive batchmates who are smuggled to a Jedi temple

Prim Fett (clone, Mandalorian, and adopted daughter of Boba)

Riye Verda (Kamino-cloned, Mandalorian-raised)

Switch (clone, reconditioned, cyborg, mercenary)

Kryndi (florist and Kit's girlfriend in the royal OT3 AU)

Cathedi (Jedi)

Xerin (Jedi)

Clan Merit, composed of Quin, Aya, and Amery (Mandalorians)

Mirshko (Mandalorian)

Torrak Varkus and Torrak Vermil (Mandalorian)

Vinir (Mandalorian)

Soruli and Seryla (Nautolan Jedi and Force-sensitive smuggler)

A'Hidayat (Tusken)

U'Rajya (Tusken)

Tusken OC umbrella tag

Ripper (Yautja in Star Wars)

Valkyries (all-women pirate crew-slash-polycule)

CC Kamor, Eixes Judarri, and Padawan Rivi from the Better or Worse AU, where a clone captain finds and adopts his general's padawan, with the help of the Zabrak smuggler who becomes his queerplatonic partner

Chen Xunielah, a Togruta ambassador and duchess, and her clone husband Chen Nihaan, who form the Chen family with their kids

Scrapper Crew, a collection of troublemaking ladies

Come Home AU, about Mando spouses separated by the Empire and later reunited

Mordex, a Force-sensitive kid enslaved by a Sith who later becomes a bounty hunter during the Clone Wars

Transformers:

Button

Chromeblaze

Demoiselle

Goldshot

Neutrobolt & Nitroblitz

Nightflash

Stormbrake

Voltcast

Various:

Rowan

[partofmycharm]

The Placeholder - Yautja x OC

Originally posted on AO3 under the same name.

A/N: Just something random that I came up with and thought would be fun to write. I also have a Predator/Alien server on Discord! We’re a very welcoming community and would love for you to join. 

Pairing: Yautja (Male) x OC (Female)

Word Count: 5916

Content Warnings: partner betrayal, depression, mentions of suicide, NSFW

Description: Beth hasn't had much luck with relationships. It gets worse before it gets better.

Aun'ta = (awn-tah) Ya'yti = (yah-yih-tee) Yithou = (yih-thow) s’he’ie-te u’sl-kwe = (seh-heh-ee-teh ooh-sel-kweh)

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Beth wasn’t stupid. She wouldn’t consider herself intellectually gifted, either. But she was emotionally aware and empathetic — she could read a room the moment she stepped into it.

So, it didn’t go over her head when she noticed the change in Aun’ta’s behaviour. It started small. He seemed peppier — not unusual, sometimes his moods fluctuated, and that was okay. Beth couldn’t exactly pinpoint the day his spirit lifted, but she did notice the gradual increase in effort. This, as a whole, was unsurprising. Recently, the clanship had been visited by a group of martial artists for a temporary program in which Yautjas and humans trained together, all in preparation for the Space Olympics the following year. Aun’ta loved hunting, and, naturally as the himbo that he was, he’d signed up for the program, for which he would dedicate three months of his time. He was partnered with an old hunt brother of his, from which he’d known since they were young, and they’d quickly rekindled their friendship. They worked together to teach two other humans, and it wasn’t nonsense to attribute his spike of energy to that.

Life in a clanship was boring. That, Beth could appreciate. She had joined four years ago under the health program as a Medic Assistant, two of which she’d spent in a relationship with the male Yautja. Aun’ta. He wasn’t exactly the smartest. The best he could do was hit two rocks against each other and figure out it makes sound (Beth would never say that to his face because, alas, she loved him). It wouldn’t be necessary to say anything, however, because Aun’ta knew he’d never been built for any of the complicated clan jobs. He’d taken a fancy to the Arbitrator title, and he’d been pursuing it for as long as he could remember, even if he didn’t really understand the full details of what it entailed. As a result, the most he contributed to the clan was food, as he spent most of his time hunting and honing his skills. With experience came wealth, however, and Aun’ta was lucky enough to trade a lot of the stuff he’d accumulated for the bigger and better. But when he met Beth, his trips became less and less frequent. The last time he’d left the clanship was seven months ago, and Aun’ta was bored.

Beth had encouraged him to take up any of the less complicated jobs. She suggested being a temporary caterer, clothesmaker, blacksmith, anything! She’d even pushed for him to enquire about becoming an Assistant Medic. But he refused! He liked nothing else but the hunt, and he didn’t really have any hobbies besides sex and beating up other Yautja in the kehrite. Beth had given up in the end. Aun’ta was stubborn. His skull was thick. So, when this new program came into talks, they were both ecstatic about the opportunity. Peppiness at this time wasn’t suspicious.

It did become a little strange when Aun’ta grew cuddlier at night. Beth wasn’t opposed to this; he just wasn’t a touchy-feely male. It was different. But perhaps the shakeup of routine had invoked an inspiration for a personality change. And, besides, Aun’ta was large and warm, perfect combinations for sleep, and Beth found herself melting into his embrace every night.

Sometimes shifts as an Assistant Medic were long. The clanship was massive, there was never an empty day, but this particular one had seen quite a few Unbloods. There had been a brawl, and Beth was the lucky assistant to get stuck with the aftermath — lots of blood, bone, and open flesh. The Yautja Medics had also been quite unhappy with this development, as it was the time of the season for the females to start giving birth. They took priority, so it was obviously an annoyance for the invasion of immature, raucous males complaining about their losses. But they weren’t the worst. It was the Unbloods who preened with their chests puffed, the ones who thought their shit didn’t stink because they beat up a fellow child. Most of them refused to get treated because they didn’t want to lose any ‘battle scars’. Whatever. Beth just pretended she didn’t hear them purring to her.

It was a late finish that day. When Beth arrived at their shared room, Aun’ta was already there. That wasn’t a surprise. But it was the first time they didn’t have sex before sleeping, and Beth had told herself it was because she was tired, and sex was the last thing on her mind after the last few hours of chaos. It didn’t hit her until reflection that she realised he hadn’t even tried to initiate anything.

Eventually, sex became a scarcity. And that’s when Beth started to become suspicious. Love blinded people, and she felt nauseous when she realised how much the rose-tinted glasses stayed on. There was a brief period where Beth worried she wasn’t appealing to him anymore, but those washed away when they coupled on the day that had them stuck in their room together, with nothing to do.

With so many individuals on a clanship, most jobs were demanding and busy. Stress was no stranger, and Beth felt it throughout the birthing season. As a mere assistant, she couldn’t do much, but the days were jam-packed, and the clan welcomed over thirty new pups, pure blood and hybrids alike. Beth loved her job, and even though the long days exhausted her body and mind, she’d been talking with the Head Medic about promoting her. Of course, it would entail a lot of study, but Beth was willing to sacrifice an arm and a leg to become a qualified Medic — that alone could even allow her to work as a doctor in human hospitals, the opportunities for these positions new after the alliance recognised and allowed credit for prior learning. This prospect was probably the biggest news she’d learned thus far in the past four years, but she couldn’t share the excitement when she left to retire for bed that night. Aun’ta was growing more and more distant, becoming quieter, and he’d blamed it on the stress from his rigorous schedule (he trained for only half a day cycle, and never more than five cycles in a row).

Beth could empathise. But she wasn’t stupid.

They were almost strangers now. They slept in the same nest, and lived in the same room, but they hardly acknowledged each other anymore. When Beth woke up, Aun’ta was gone. He came back later in the night cycle, sometimes he never returned at all. And when the rose-tinted glasses finally fell off, Beth could see the situation in its entirety. It would take a fool to not see what was happening, and the very idea opened chasms in her heart.

It was a lucky day when Yithou came into the medbay. He was Aun’ta’s old hunt brother, the one who he’d recently rekindled his friendship with. Beth was cleaning the surgery tools from their previous patient when Yithou entered for a bone resetting. While Yautja were taught first aid, they never learnt much beyond that unless they wanted to become a Healer. It wasn’t necessary for them. Emergency first aid was essential during the hunt, anything beyond that could be life-threatening, even if it was easily treated by trained professionals. And besides, resetting bones was actually harder than it seemed, and many injuries had occurred from stupid people thinking they could lend a helping hand. The worst thing for Yithou was getting someone like Aun’ta to reset it for him.

When Beth knew Yithou was treated and recovered, she slyly stood by him before he was signalled to leave. “So, how’s the program going?”

“Better than expected,” Yithou said.

“You’re partnered with Aun’ta, correct?” Beth asked. She sprayed the medical tools with an antibacterial cleanser.

“Yes. And with two ooman females.”

Beth’s face remained placid. “So he told me,” she lied easily. “Are they nice?”

“Stubborn,” Yithou said. “Rude.”

“Well, Aun’ta seems to think otherwise. He’s taken a special liking,” Beth said casually.

“You know of their relations?” Yithou cocked his head.

Big, beefy, and brainless. There was a small demographic of them on the clanship. It seemed like-minded individuals attracted like-minded individuals.

Beth smiled. “You knew they were together?”

“Yes.” Yithou cocked his head to the side. He looked her up and down. “I am sure you will find a more worthy male.”

“I’m not counting on it.”

Beth was thankful Aun’ta never returned home that night. It gave her extra time to think of what she would say to him, and extra time to cry alone in the washroom without worrying about intrusions. She’d suspected as such in the beginning when his cuddliness had bordered excessive. The thoughts had been fleeting but loud, watered like seeds even more so when the wall began to build. Beth thought herself to be confident, however, she couldn’t help but reflect critically upon herself. Perhaps she’d been the problem. Perhaps she’d been too boring.

The dejection didn’t last long; it eventually paved way for deep-rooted anger, nursed by the inner turmoil that stormed Beth’s insides. She’d put up with Aun’ta’s sorry excuse of an ass for two years now �� from his tumultuous mood swings and incessant need to speak only of his adventures (while impressive, they grew repetitive, and there was only so much someone could milk their own ego). His personality was as bland as a bowl of white rice, and Beth had fallen head over heels for the only male that had ever shown an interest in her.

But the longer Beth sat with those thoughts flitting back and forth in her mind, she realised that could have just been the anger talking. Aun’ta had been good in the beginning. He’d gifted her skulls, while scary at first, the gesture had become endearing when she’d learned the meaning. He’d been affectionate, with those gentle grazes here and there that she craved towards the end. They’d ridden on a high for the first few months of their relationship, and Beth had quickly grown addicted to the feelings that blossomed in her chest when she was around him.

But it always came back to Aun’ta’s ‘house arrest’, self-imposed, for the most part. Beth had never asked him to abandon the hunt and his chase for the Arbitrator title, though he hardly seemed worthy of it now. But she had always felt there was a level of resentment on Aun’ta’s behalf, and the very idea made Beth see red. Even more so now, in hindsight.

It was halfway through the next day when Aun’ta finally returned. He wore nothing but an unwashed loincloth that Beth swore he’d worn last week. That was something that had always irked her — his laziness. As someone who thought his shit didn’t stink, everything else sure did. Not literally, but Beth had been confounded when she’d learned not all Yautja shared the same hygiene habits. Again, rose-tinted glasses.

“I wasn’t aware the program ran overnight,” Beth said from her position on one of the lounging seats.

Aun’ta paused in the middle of the room. “Sometimes the humans request extra training. It can run overtime.”

“Oh, yeah?” Beth asked casually. “What kind of moves are you teaching each other? Missionary, cowgirl, or doggy style?”

Aun’ta straightened. “Speak plainly,” he said.

“Cut the dominance bullshit.” Beth scrunched her nose in disgust. “Only a coward would go behind their mate’s back.”

“I am no coward,” Aun’ta barked immediately. His chest puffed out at the insult, at the mere insinuation that he was less than a capable, honourable male. He was going to become an Arbitrator, and Arbitrators weren’t cowards.

“You haven’t proved to me otherwise, since you don’t even have the guts to tell me what the fuck’s going on,” Beth said. She could feel her own anger resurfacing, the remnants that had bubbled and boiled for hours before they cooled. The flames had been ignited again, however.

“If you so wish,” Aun’ta said. “I have been waiting for the right time to inform you that I wish to no longer be mates. I have found a female who I believe to be my life-mate.”

That felt like a punch to the guts. No, several punches. Beth tried her best to keep a placid expression despite how winded she felt. Her mouth went dry almost immediately, and though she wished to not clue him in on how she felt, she knew that Aun’ta could taste the change in pheromones immediately.

“Life-mate?” Beth asked. It seemed to be the only words she could speak at that moment. Her mind and heart were racing, and she felt like she couldn’t get a grip on any sense. Aun’ta had never even uttered that term before, and while Beth was familiar with it, she had been naïve to assume… that, well, perhaps he viewed her as that.

“Yes.”

So simple, yet it felt so cruel.

Beth tried to think of something to say, but she couldn’t find anything that was appropriate. After a few seconds of staring down at the floor in an attempt to regather her thoughts, she looked back up at Aun’ta, who stared with such little regard in his eyes it scared her. “So, what about me? The two years that we spent together? It meant nothing to you?”

“You are… a kind female,” Aun’ta said slowly. “But I never felt you were my life-mate. I have found someone more worthy.”

Worthy?! There weren’t many words to describe how Beth felt — gobsmacked, blindsided; that was a good starting point. She knew he’d been cheating, but never in a million years could she imagine these words coming from his mouth. They felt to be more in affront, purposeful to rile her up.

“So, I was just a fucking placeholder for you until you found someone better,” Beth said quietly, more to herself than him. “Cool.”

“It is the Yautja way.” Aun’ta almost shrugged, but he stopped.

“No, Aun’ta. It’s your way.” Beth shook her head. She looked up at him after taking a few deep breaths. “And I’m not going to let you stand there and degrade me. I deserve better than that. Whether you like it or not, your actions are cowardly. No real male would feel the need to go behind someone’s back, and no real male would feel the need to use someone like this.”

Aun’ta sneered. “Then perhaps you don’t have what it takes to live among Yautja.”

He was just trying to offend her. Beth knew it was a self-preservation technique; he felt emotionally threatened, and that much was obvious to her. And though she wanted to play into his pathetic game and snap back, doing so would solve nothing. Beth sighed and stood up. “I thought better of you, but obviously I was wrong. That’s really disappointing.” There was a multitude of things she could say, and as much as she wanted to, there really was no point. Getting through Aun’ta’s skull was like getting through a brick wall with a needle. He had it coming to him — patience was a virtue.

As Beth started walking towards the door, Aun’ta flared his mandibles. “You are best to take your—”

“You don’t have to worry about that,” Beth interrupted. While she wished she could slam the door shut, Yautja’s tended to build automatic sliding doors. It made for rather uneventful exits.

Beth had expected the transition to be easy — the past two months had entailed alienation between the pair of them. They had barely had a conversation, let alone touched each other in bed. But once the anger heightened and dissipated, she felt a particular sense of darkness loom over her head. Something heavy pinched her heart, and it seemed to weigh more with each passing day.

Her work performance suffered; the pungent permeation of her pheromones distracted a lot of the patients and the Medics. To the Yautja, human sadness smelt like a particular white plant that grew on their clan’s moon colony. When in bloom, it possessed a strong odour, while not wholly unpleasant and invasive on their olfactory senses, it smelt heavy and loaded with invocations of melancholy. Sometimes, when the plant was consumed during bloom, it invoked such intense feelings of misery that animals oftentimes committed suicide to end their suffering. The Yautja referred to this curse as s’he’ie-te u’sl-kwe, which, in English, translated as ‘to weave final rest.’

But Beth was of no curse, no s’he’ie-te u’sl-kwe, even if she smelt like it. This was a different kind of curse, one born of heartbreak and self-hatred. Though the Yautja had developed an antidote (necessary, of course, for the stupid Unbloods who thought it funny to consume the white plant as a challenge), this type of misery could not be cured with an antidote.

Beth had gathered her things from Aun’ta’s room when he was gone, and she’d been relocated to the small human quarters a few floors below. The room was tiny in comparison, more like a studio. It was different to fall asleep every night not being able to smell Aun’ta’s strange, alien scent. Like a brewery; cold alcohol with hints of coriander, strong and masculine. It had taken a while to get used to, but Beth had ended up liking the scent, and she always found herself falling to sleep wrapped in it.

Now, it smelt like… nothing. Her nose no longer buzzed with Aun’ta. It felt strangely empty. Beth tried very hard to remain angry at him, but she couldn’t help the heaviness that weighed her head and shoulders down.

It hurt even worse when she finally saw the woman that Aun’ta had left her for. A skilled martial artist, indeed, confident, perhaps a little too much. She was bossy, and arrogant, Aun’ta oftentimes found himself stumbling after her, left in the dust of her parade. She was cocky, and thought of herself too highly, heightened even more so when their relationship became public. It was distasteful behaviour; she thought herself superior for having a Yautja mate. And though Beth reserved judgment, she couldn’t help but laugh at her replacement.

Aun’ta had never been a chaser, but now he was scratching his head at his ‘life-mate’. He very quickly realised their incompatibility, but the sex had been all too appealing. Or perhaps it was the secrecy that made it fun, and while he’d felt a little guilty in the beginning, he rather enjoyed knowing something no one else didn’t. But entering a state of domesticity with her had brought out their flaws. Hell, the room hadn’t been cleaned since Beth left, and Aun’ta had started to feel icky in his own hide.

It wasn’t until about a month later that things started to really change for Beth. She had been more than disappointed to discover that Aun’ta’s new ‘life-mate’ had decided to stay after the program finished, and she’d finish up her Space Olympics training here, which, in turn, forced her instructors to remain on the clanship, too. But, alas, their paths never really crossed, so Beth had nothing to complain about beyond the fact that she was her replacement.

On one random cycle, a small group of Elders returned from a negotiations trip with another clan. Well, that’s what Beth heard, anyway, but she assumed two months was a long time for that sort of business. She didn’t really know how that stuff worked — her concern was in the medbay with the injured and sick.

Beth and Aun’ta’s mateship had been no secret, and their split hadn’t been, either. The sight of him with a new human female had turned a few heads, especially the Elders that had finally returned. One of them was Ya’yti, with a pebbled hide of liquorice brown and jasmine yellow, but his deep, dark green eyes were most capturing.

He was no stranger to Beth. She had never spoken with him directly, but she had often seen him around the clanship. Wherever she needed to go, he always seemed to be there. His gaze was capturing, alluring, intense, scarily so. Beth had always felt intimidated in his presence as if every bit of her was being scrutinised and picked apart just by him. There were times he’d seemed to linger in the medbay, often talking with the Head Medic in their native language, so Beth had easily assumed Ya’yti to be directly involved with the medical team.

So, it was a surprise when Ya’yti approached her when she was alone in the medbay the day after his arrival. He wore nothing but a black loincloth and his thermo-net, and Beth was immediately hit by his overwhelming scent. It was warm, earthy, like digging your toes into soil, with complements of burning sage, all of which permeated her pores and warmed her insides. Her extremities tingled, and her head felt fuzzy.

“Where is Aun’ta?” Ya’yti asked. Of course, that had to be the first thing he ever said to her.

Beth didn’t look at him as she continued her work, all the while trying not to get wrapped up in his scent. “Fucking his new girlfriend.”

Ya’yti clicked thoughtfully. He stood watching her for an extra second or two, before he grumbled the human equivalent of a hum and then calmly walked off. Beth only looked at him as the door soundlessly slid shut, and only then did she release the shaky breath she’d been holding.

She had expected that to be the end of it. Beth almost fainted in the middle of the corridor when Ya’yti stopped her the next day. He got onto one knee and bowed his head as he offered his most prized skull.

“For Beth,” he rumbled.

There were others watching, Beth was keenly aware. She was also aware of what the gesture meant, though she admitted it befuddled her. Ya’yti had never shown any interest in her before. Well, at least, to her knowledge. But she kept thinking back to how she felt the moment Ya’yti stepped into her vicinity. It was nothing she’d ever experienced with Aun’ta.

Beth accepted.

They moved slowly at first. Beth wasn’t really sure what they were to each other, she couldn’t really say she knew much about him. So, when he invited her for a night at the viewing port, she accepted again. It was a private, rounded room that allowed a front row to the breathless views space had to offer. Beth had never really taken the time to stop and appreciate the beauty around them, but she quickly grew to fall in love with the sights.

Ya’yti touched her for the first time that night. It was a mere caress on her face, so gentle and feathery, it was almost as if he was afraid of hurting her. He purred deeply that time, so different to Aun’ta, but Beth couldn’t deny it felt so right.

Meeting in the viewing port became somewhat of a normality. Nobody ever really ventured there; only a few times did another Yautja or human show up for some downtime. Beth learned a lot about Ya’yti. He didn’t tend to speak much, but he found himself talking more and more with each passing night. He’d been a renowned Hunter in his prime, and he’d been the clan’s most sought-after weapons maker. When he reached Elder status, he retired from those days, and he’d joined the clan council, where he worked for the better of his people. Beth had been surprised when he said that, no, he’d never been much of a Medic or a ‘Healer’ as the Yautja’s called them.

Anyways, there was a scary amount of intelligence that simmered within, the likes to which Beth found herself becoming attracted to. He was wise beyond comprehension; articulate in his words and thoughts. Ya’yti still enjoyed the occasional hunt, but he much preferred exploration, and taking advantage of everything life had to offer. He’d tried his hand at being a green thumb but found that plants often died in his care. He didn’t really know what he was doing wrong, but he swore he’d nurture one through its entirety.

“You are lucky. Ya’yti has never considered a female before,” the Head Medic mentioned one day.

“I never expected it to be me,” Beth said.

“He has liked you for a long time. You were just too busy with that lump of a male to notice.”

Surprisingly, Beth found herself quickly forgetting Aun’ta. She never really saw him anymore, anyway, and with Ya’yti, he grew to become somewhat of a distant memory. She felt things she’d never felt before, experienced things she’d never experienced before.

Those innocent, curious touches they shared became frequent. Ya’yti held her for the first time in the viewing port. He wasn’t buff like Aun’ta, but he wasn’t particularly lean, either (his thighs, though… they were another story altogether). His arms, with his defined, rippling muscles, encircled her smaller body so delicately, she felt like fine china. Beth had never really been held like this before, and she fell asleep with her cheek pressed to his warm chest, lulled by the rhythmic beating of his twin hearts. They fell silent that night, just enjoying each other’s presence. Ya’yti almost fell asleep, too, because, for the first time, he felt safe with someone else. He felt as if he could be loved by someone else; he could love someone else.

As imposing as Ya’yti was, he was a warm-hearted individual — for Beth, anyway. She felt confident enough to touch him, too. Grazes along his face; gentle caresses over his mandibles and tusks, eliciting soft, hypnotic purrs and half-lidded eyes. Curious explorations of each other’s bodies, following lines and curves of muscles and scars. Ya’yti would roll her hair between his fingers and then he would gently weave them between the strands and brush out any tangles before resting his palm against the back of her head. He’d become fond of hand-holding, the concept completely human and unnatural to him, but he felt closer to her when they did. His fingers often sought hers, and hers often sought his.

A month after he first courted her, Ya’yti held her in the viewing port. Stars twinkled, an expansive array with barely any space between them. In the distance, a blueish-magenta nebula, so very far away, leaving much to desire. Beth wanted to get closer, see it in its full glory. She thought this as she lay tucked into his side, her head on his chest. Ya’yti held her close, his other hand gently running up and down the side of her face. Affection had also been a strange concept for him, but it felt completely natural here, with her.

“My Beth,” Ya’yti said, quietly, as if afraid to disturb the peace.

“Yeah?”

“Come. Live with me in my quarters.” Ya’yti purred as if to drive the idea home. He’d mentioned once that, as an Elder, his quarters were larger, much more luxurious than those of lower status. He’d said there was plenty of space, especially if they wanted alone time, but Beth was sure she couldn’t get enough of Ya’yti, anyway.

Beth pushed herself up to look at him. She looked between his eyes, so beautifully green she found herself entranced every time she even so much as glanced at them. “You’re okay with that?” She asked, trying to hide her smile.

“Of course,” Ya’yti said. He brushed Beth’s hair behind her ear.

“Okay,” Beth whispered. Her fingers ghosted his lower mandible.

“I have one more question.”

“Yeah?”

Ya’yti took a deep breath, the likes of which fanned across Beth’s face. “Will you be my mate?”

This time, Beth didn’t even try to hide her smile. She pulled herself further up his body. “Of course,” she said. She pressed a soft kiss to his lower mandible, before moving up to his upper one and then the space between his eyes. Ya’yti sighed in contentment, the action encouraging a light purr that rumbled through both of their bodies.

Beth moved in the next day. And Ya’yti was right, his quarters were luxurious. Large, spacious, and even finely decorated. He had a particularly large nest filled with the softest of furs, a sizeable alcove in the floor that was their bathing chambers. It’d been decorated to resemble a natural pond, and the water was comfortingly warm. Ya’yti even had a kitchenette-like area in the corner of the main room, and another corner dedicated to his gardening. There was currently a rare plant he’d been trying to nurture, but the leaves were dying. Beth would fix that.

For the first time that night, their touches went further. Surrounded by the plushness of the furs Ya’yti had accumulated himself, they found each other in close embraces, hot breaths fanning over each other’s faces. Beth had never felt so tingly and warm, so safe in Ya’yti’s arms, the weight of his body pressing gently against hers. Her fingers threaded through his greying tresses; the warmth, fleshy protrusions squeezed softly in her grasp, encouraging shuddering growls from Ya’yti, and harsher bucks that drove him deeper inside her. Beth lifted her hips, pressing kisses to his mandibles as a moan breezed past her lips. His gentle thrusts slowly brought her to a cresting peak, a heat like no other building like a tight knot in her lower abdomen. Beth had never known sex like this; intimate, romantic, they came together as one. Their hands explored their bodies in a way they hadn’t before, and their tongues met in a passionate dance, tasting each other in ways neither had done so with anyone else. And when that tight knot finally snapped, and Beth quite literally felt a white glow encase her body, she vocalised his name and squeezed his tresses, her heart tattooing rhythmic affection, leaving a permanent place for Ya’yti in those chambers. And his beat similarly when he felt a tightening and tingling sensation, his thick ropes of cum filling her inner walls, blooming a hot, intense heat.

Beth had started studying. She was to become a Medic — a qualified Yautja Healer, a human doctor. She still worked part-time in the medbay to continue her contributions to the clan. Every day, she felt ever closer to Ya’yti, an experience she never quite had with Aun’ta. Months continued; she never saw him anymore. Beth was to be qualified in a few short years if she kept at that pace, Ya’yti took her to places she never dreamed possible, he made her gifts, she made him gifts, and they spoke of pups in the future. The scent of s’he’ie-te u’sl-kwe, while not exactly that, was only a distant memory.

It was one night Beth found herself alone in the viewing port. Ya’yti and the clan council were in a meeting with another clan, something to do with a trade route that had been recently disturbed by Bad Bloods. They were working together to rid of the problem, each side offering their best Arbitrators for the job. Ya’yti told her everything — there were no secrets between them.

That night, the door slid open. Beth would be lying if she said her heart didn’t stop when she caught Aun’ta’s reflection in the glass. He stepped down onto the padded platform she was on and sat just a few ways from her.

They were silent for what felt like an eternity.

“Beth,” Aun’ta eventually awkwardly acknowledged.

“Long time, no see,” Beth said lowly. She stared at the distant nebula, hoping that she could get lost in its beauty to avoid this conversation.

“I have been searching for you,” Aun’ta said. He wasn’t exactly a great conversationalist; Beth had quickly come to find out early in the beginning.

“Yeah? Your girlfriend know about that?” Beth asked.

Aun’ta flexed his mandibles in discomfort. “She is… no longer my mate.”

That’s unsurprising. Beth finally looked over at him — he appeared worse for wear. It was pitiful even glancing at him. “I thought she was your life-mate.”

“We are too different,” Aun’ta said. “She is leaving in a few cycles.”

“What does this have to do with me?” Beth asked. She dreaded the answer. She picked at the material of the dress Ya’yti had made for her.

“I was wondering if you’d like to move back in with me,” Aun’ta said slowly. “And try again.” He never met her eyes.

Beth exhaled quietly. She’d been expecting it. “No, thank you,” she said, though Aun’ta hardly deserved the pleasantries. “I’m with Ya’yti now.”

It was a surprise Aun’ta didn’t know that. Perhaps he’d been so caught up in his personal drama, he’d lost his awareness. At least the clan life wasn’t boring anymore. Or perhaps he did know, and he was just so self-entitled, he didn’t care. But when Beth closer observed him, she couldn’t exactly pin it on self-entitlement. It felt like desperation; a last claw at normality before giving up. He probably wanted his old life back, and any semblance of that would remedy the shame and self-hatred that bubbled like lava in his blood. He could have realised what he’d lost, but in that realisation, Beth had learned just exactly how unfair the relationship had been.

Nevertheless, she wasn’t an ornament he could put on his trophy wall when he wasn’t interested. That was the problem with Aun’ta, and at least this way, he could learn a very important life lesson. Karma always made its deliveries, sometimes faster than expected. Beth wasn’t complaining, she just wished he saw her as more than a trophy. A living, human being, with thoughts, feelings, likes and dislikes, goals, and family, and friends. It wasn’t a matter of love, it was a matter of respect, to which Beth quickly realised, she would receive none.

Aun’ta never responded. He kept his head lowered. Beth eyed him for a moment longer. “You’ll find someone one day, Aun’ta,” she said quietly. When he didn’t respond again, Beth pushed herself to her feet.

The male quickly rumbled a response. “What if I don’t want someone else?”

“You will,” Beth said. She trusted Aun’ta would learn to let go as she had. It was never an easy process, another trial to overcome. But through that, Beth had found Ya’yti. And though she despised what Aun’ta put her through, harbouring animosity was a sure way to ensure the mind never healed. “I wish you the best, Aun’ta. You still have so much to live for.”

Aun’ta would never respond. He kept his head low, and Beth took this as her cue to leave. Ya’yti would have finished his meeting by now, and she wanted to see him before they slept. He probably hadn’t eaten much the last half of the cycle, so she could make him something to eat and then, whilst he held her in bed, he would tell her of his day, and she would tell him of hers. And while it seemed boring to others, Beth couldn’t help but feel as if she was floating.

And though Beth thought she’d moved on, leaving the viewing port that night after her brief conversation with Aun’ta helped her feel as if she was truly walking away from that aspect of her life forever. Aun’ta would live to move on, to achieve what he wanted, and Beth would, once again, go home to Ya’yti, her real home, to achieve what she wanted, with her life-mate.

Aun’ta would never respond. He kept his head low, and Beth took this as her cue to leave. Ya’yti would have finished his meeting by now, and she wanted to see him before they slept. He probably hadn’t eaten much the last half of the cycle, so she could make him something to eat and then, whilst he held her in bed, he would tell her of his day, and she would tell him of hers. And while it seemed boring to others, Beth couldn’t help but feel as if she was floating.

And though Beth thought she’d moved on, leaving the viewing port that night after her brief conversation with Aun’ta helped her feel as if she was truly walking away from that aspect of her life forever. Aun’ta would live to move on, to achieve what he wanted, and Beth would, once again, go home to Ya’yti, her real home, to achieve what she wanted, with her life-mate.

[jacklings]

finally getting around to designing other characters from my main oc story. khos is around 900 years old and is kai’lo’s biological peepaw, as well as the clan leader of clan yhar’kah, one of the two main clans :)

Not much is known about Khos’ life before Clan Yhar’kah other than that he was exiled from his birth clan and planet not long after his blooding ritual, though the reason as to why remains unknown. His cold palette suggests that he may have originated from the dubbed Bhu’ja Kv’var-de, an ancient clan of Yautja that had moved and adapted to the cold, harsh winter climates of a distant planet eons ago — but he has never confirmed nor denied anything. Perhaps the mystery is amusing to him, or perhaps it is something he wishes not to think about.

[thenomadclan]

NOMAD HAS A NEW LOOK!!!

Huge shout out to @black-suns-rim for this awesome post card looking art and how it almost looks like the style of the “Bad Blood” or “Concrete Jungle” Dark Horse Comics! Not only does Nomad (my Yautja OC) have a new look, but also a updated Clan Symbol. Below are arts of his old look:

Art on the left was made by a TikToker by the name of yasna1388, picture on the right us custimization from Predator Hunting Grounds. Bottom symbol was originally made by black-suns-rim as well.

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[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...

[thecleanbean]

-Huntress from the Empire-

Sorry I haven't posted for so long, I had some trouble IRL and forgot to be active- BUT now I'm back! SO! Here are some mighty fine huntress, warriors from the Empire clan! They are from that same clan, yet they are all three so different! And I had a blast making them! (I really wanted to set a foot into my brain and give my gurls some more love, and provide them with art-)

-Meet Shi'kan!-

A young blooded hunter, born from a powerful bloodline from the Enforcer Squad, her father being the Captain is born to be something great! Her goal to become an enforcer herself, gets closer within each day, as she improves her skills, she grows to be a very efficient role to become a lead huntress. But don't take her very flamboyant and feisty demeanor at first sight, she can truly become dangerous in the jungles! With her passion outside of hunting, she loves to put up a show, dancing a dangerous performance with her scythes and her flowy accessories.

-Meet Matra'ya!-

Matra'ya. The matriarch. Leader of the Empire. She hasn't lost her elegance nor her burning soul of what it means to be a leader. She does everything in her might for what's best for the Empire and will fight teeth and tusk for it. She is calm and collected, taking part in what she finds most important, wanting only victory and safety among her people. She is strong, quick, and even young in spirit! With her hundreds of years of experience, she will always lay a great aura among her folk, even if sometimes she can be strict or even too cold, she only does what's best and takes consideration before acting.

-Meet Myr'vah!-

With her top archery skills in her veins, Myr'vah became a mentor/teacher in her early years as a warrior. She teaches blooded who successfully passed their chivas. Those who have a passion for long-range shooting that isn't plasma caster, she has a good eye for, she usually expresses it with her very old funny accent of what is old spoken yautja language. Given her at first glance, she looks rather tough and cold, but giving her time to warm up her personality she would be one of the best teachers out there.

That is it, for now, hope ya enjoy it! :]

[chuck2076]

Log 1279. Subject: “R’ka Sain’ja”

```PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION```

Height: 8’5”

Gender: Male.

Skin Pattern: Orange

Eye Color: Red

Identifying features: The subject had dyed orange dreadlocks with armor with the design of fire. After a deadly ambush, subject was left badly injured and needed to have a replacement augmented right arm and eyes. The arm, while containing wristblades, contained extendable claws from the fingers, a built in plasma caster, and wrist launcher. **Caution** Don’t let the eyes fool you, for they can look through walls and scan surfaces and buildings for signs of life and possible heat signatures.

```SUBJECT ANALYSIS``` The past of the character determines, he is one of 3 siblings of the original Jungle Hunter. While growing up in the clan of Arditi, he learned to control his anger he had for Dutch, and finally accepted his father’s death and moved on, and started experimenting with augmentations and weapon desgins.

```FINAL NOTES``` After the ambush which cost him his eyes and arm, R’ka started fiddling around with the possibility of creating a cybernetic version of himself, in the event if something were to badly damage his body. As that were the case due to his brother Shirome and frenemy Ralanax or now known as Stitch he was able to fully transfer his organs into the body, but everyday the body sort of glitches and shocks him every now and then. Not much is known about his future plans, if he choses to die within the armor, or transfer a part of himself into a new body. But all we know now, is that he plans to live his life out to the fullest with his family.

(R’ka continued)

```Threat? ``` Over the years R’ka has grown in strength, but since he has now an augmented suit, his strength has nearly doubled to even possibly rival the great Empresario, though at this time it can’t be determined since the two have been in only 1 fight but it was before R’ka’s augmented suit. His ideology is based off the traditionalist hunting method of Yautja Prime, at this time, it is guaranteed he will never be a bad blood unless mind controlled, though it hasn’t happened.

[gothikangelica]

Another preddy OC, Gehrath! This is also a remake of the previous design (trust me, you don't want to see the originals...)

Name: Gehrath / Shadow Chain

Species: Yautja

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Bisexual and Polyamorous

Age: 259 (mid 20's in human years)

Height: 7.3ft / 2.21cm

Weight: 168kg / 370lbs

Rank/Occupation: Elite Enforcer

Equipment: Dual wrist blades gaundlets, Shoulder cannon, Combistick Cloak, Bio helmet, SpearGuns, Smart Disc, Dual chained kunai, Sword,  Medicomp

Personality: Reserved, Easy to anger, Cautious, Honorable, Over-Protective, Flirtatious

Likes: training, studying human behavior, meat, silence with the sound of water running, fresh places like forests and jungles, flirting

Dislikes: Bad Bloods, xenomorphs/facehuggers/chestbursters, seeing his loved ones in danger

Family: T'akein (father / Clan leader); Ha'tui (mother, deceased); Julie (human step-mother); Tahtill (hybrid step-sister)

Love interest(s): Ga'dqeb-Du, La'ayi-Han

His lore will be added soon.

[m0thh-chai]

Experimented on yautja and the subspecies that it created

Alright let’s get down to business. An AU that my friends and I regularly play with, It’s pretty fucking Hectic. I modeled it after Avatar, where humans come to the native planet, and fuck everything up. So here’s the summary before I get into it.

Humans arrived on Quatza-rij, or the yautjan “home world” if you will. The Fuckers kidnapped 2 Yautja children, and experimented on them. The kids were killed during the torture, but special Alien circumstances scientists got their dna, and mutated the fuck out of it, including making more yautja with it. Without further Ado, here’s what happened.

Yautja Abominations

A Yautja abomination is a species that is mainly yautja, but with added dna and advanced abilities. They are generally larger, stronger, taller, faster, and advanced. On rare occasions, the added dna they were mutated with was an animals. Let’s say…Dragon for the sake of this I guess. They would have Horns, wings, sharper claws, longer teeth on their mandibles, maybe tails, and very rarely could breathe fire. The abominations are yautja, mixed with whatever the fuck the humans decide to mutate them with. But after a while, some of the yautja abominations escaped from the facility, leading to wild yautja abominations, not lab grown ones. They tend to be on the edge with Yautja Malisons, with some abominations being accepted and taken as berserkers, and occasionally generals.

Yautja Purebloods

Yautja purebloods are the backwater of the yautja. They are seen as outcasts, because they are the most human with significantly less yautja malison blood than an abomination. They by no means can pass as a yautja Malison(I’ll get into them), whereas some Yautja abominations could. Their yautja malison features are the following: Fangs, no mandibles. A few of the dreadlocks that you see in malisons, but also have human hair. Claws, but They have much smaller Claws than both other subspecies. They tend to have skin patterns/markings, such as what we saw in the first predator movie, that yautjas marking was spots, and in the elder we see in avp, spines. However, this species has evolved to have many secret abilities. They adapted to live out of sight, in secret, and in conditions that no other subspecies could. But by far, their most effective gift is their strongest connection with the gods. While a Malison priestess needs to see a spirit sight, have her spiritual token, her spiritual familiar, her spirit sisters even, a Pureblood priestess needs no more than her Spirit Staff to have a stable connection with her deity, and some can even speak directly with theirs if they are at a spirit sight. The reason they have this power is from their creation. The yautjan child that was captured and it’s dna used to create them, was born from no female yautja, but from the goddess of Power and divinity herself, No’a’tey(made her up and will make a post abt her later).

Yautja Malisons

I really don’t have much to say about these guys, because you see them in every predator movie. If you figured out that I just call them malisons before, then 10 pts to you I guess. But yeah, Malisons are the purebreds, the originals, the ones who weren’t experimented on, and the ones who are native to the mother world. As you know, Malisons are the strictest subspecies by far. Tradition tends to be extraordinarily strong and important for them, Such as their ranks, battle formations, their code, who can become a general, who can become a priestess, how you must complete a ritual, etc. Some will accept abominations and nearly none will accept purebloods, viewing the latter as a stain in the species, especially since the purebloods are yet to even consider sharing their hidden abilities with the Malisons.

Bonus

Abominations and Purebloods have been known to occasionally create clans together, such as the Night clan(clan that I made, my ocs live there, will explain that in another post). Such clans are also open to Yautja Malison Badbloods, depending on what they did to be named Badbloods, and these clans tend to be much less strict, intimidating, and harsh, with more of a laid back and calm approach to everything.

(Gonna @ a few people with yautja stuff for no reason)

@cyvorg

@shaymin-99

[coffeestripes]

A novakid, a floran, a nightar, an avian, a yautja, a khenixeross and a captan avali aboard the same ship as a tripulation of mercenaries

Absolute mayhem.

For some context + Species info:

Novakid / Nova - He has a strage flame, usually the Novakids are simplier and lighter colors, but Nova has a intense deep blue like "fire". Loves weapons, has lots of them and even Blitzen is confused how he gets more and more everyday

Nightar / Dredavus - "Everyone is too loud, except Nova… But he's too… Too bright" The only reason to them being on that ship is because loves working there as the ship technician. Usually stays back when the things get heavy, but they are always trying to help at least as a light support. Ironically Nova and them are close friends

Avian / Teicach - "Fuck Kluex idc about religion" He spend lots of time studying other races around the universe, so yes he's a efficient med. Maybe a little bit too cocky but no one in the ship is going to be smugger than Ze'Tier, so she usually keeps the chiken on the ground. Blitzen is grateful about that

Floran / Tassavage - He's also a strange being among his species. Two cat-like ears and a leafy tail, claws sharper than usual and a more primitive behaviour. However, keeps himself under control. Challenges a lot Ze'Tier, always loses, never gives up. Always facing the danger with Nova and Ze'Tier. They love fighting and are hard to beat up, so Blitzen lets them be

Yautja (this is avp acc duh, but still here is something)/ Ze'Tier - "Why ooman so strange... No ooman scent- Earthy- Not even ooman? Wait that's a plant?!" Big bulky yautja lady. Considered a bad blood due her clan, Blitzen took the risk to allow her on his ship. At that time the avali was only starting to make a tripulation, and why not? A yautja may be a dangerous option, even more a female one but it was a good opportunity to have someone strong there. Spends lots of time training with Tassavage, even if the little flowy-smelling shit gets too intense time to time. As someone who almost never left the planet it was amazing to be around those curious "h'ulij-bpe s'yuit-de" (affectionate). She Also helps to move the big containers and knit things to have a little sustain besides her work there

Khenixeross / Khornerite (Name attached to changes) - Old Blitzen's friend. No one in the ship is very happy to have him around. The Khenixeross are vastly know to play with biotechnology, however, they reach some brutal extremes, creating something completly different almost twisted from the living being they where originally using. Khornerite doesn't like this, so when he was banished decided to go with Blitzen. Usually manages the new missions and helps Teicach in the nursey. Something the bird is not fully comfortable, but at least Khornerite is… Friendly.

Avali / Blitzen - Hates the stereotype of "awwhh cute floffy raptors" NO. Dare to say that to him and congratulations here is your plasma shot that slowly burns the flesh around your well gained hole. Polite, but kinda temperamental. He always loved the idea of exploring the universe. And that's what he did. Has many space stations filled with curious things and even creatures he found around his long, long trips. However, sometimes was quite lonely

But. With this new crew, they where more than readdy to "conquer the universe"

Image references of the characters. Sadly there are no yautjas at starbound (and the ones who exist are uhhh no thx,,,,) and the Khenixeross are a original species of crystal bugs made by me so no pics of them