#yautja culture

[tallships-and-starlights]

Name a cuter babysitter I’ll wait.

Revamped Ta’taied aka Yautja’s best friend. You want a best friend too? I intend on designing more doggies/pets for my favorite alien species. Prepare to be harassed with alien dog content.

[darkone09]

Good evening everyone!

Another chapter of this amazing story The Ripple of a Stone (Revived) after an overdue for this story update. Craziness keeping me busy with the holidays coming lol. I hope you enjoy this and the next chapter update will be for Rise Up ;)

Thank you and Good Hunting!

NOTE: This work is following the original author's work on another fanfic and I don't take credit for the idea but want to spread the love and joy for this amazing story and continue it to the end! If anyone has concerns, please don't hesitate to ask me. I'm more than happy to respond and work to the best of my abilities to respect everyone's wishes.

[yautjalover]

Chapter 5 to the Unofficial Official Guide to Yautja For Fans by Fans has been uploaded! 🥳🥳 You can find the Culture & Society section in this chapter. Refer to the first chapter to see what the next will cover.

You can find the post dismantling plagiarism claims here. 😃

[jakeyjellybean]

This is me sending out some respective feelers to anyone in the Alien and Predator fandom who want to rant about their blorbos/OCs/etc. I need me someone to talk to about these things and I'm really afraid to make the first move on the internet.

I am more afraid on the internet then I am IRL I don't know how that works. I need me some mutuals who I can bounce off the Alien propaganda ideas with. Yall intimidate me for no reason.

[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.

[flexingtyger99]

Predator/Aliens/Terminator

[lizlecter]

today is my birthday

and yes, fem yautja and dutch :3

[theyautjaarchivist]

Thinking about trans yautja. It’s an interesting time in my brain.

[gothicdolores]

What kind of utensils do Yautja use? Asking for a friend.

I feel they would slurp and sup on soups and such from shallow bowls or regular ones (their mandibles look like they’re made to hold a bowl comfortably yknow?) but it would also make me ridiculously sad if they miss out on the concept of SPOONS. I love spoons man. Tho it is funny to think of them gingerly stuffing a tiny spoon right up their mouth holes.

[my-world-my-stories]

Sam'Wa: *Chugging C'ntlip* Man, this shit be bangin'!!

Sav'kat: ....Huh??

Sam'Wa: I mean this shit so good is about to make me bust it down!!

Sav'kat: ..... Are you inebriated already?

Sam'Wa: Pffff, bruh, i'm just getting started! I'm about to vibe like there's no tomorrow!!

Sav'kat: Are you even saying ACTUAL words!?!?!

Sam'wa: THIS DRINK, I LIKE IT!! *Slams her drink, breaking the counter* ANOTHER!!!!

Yautja Barista: I JUST FUCKING FIXED THAT!!!

Wy'ld: *In the back, about to have a headache* I will forever hate the day Jully showed you Earth's 'internet'....

[tallships-and-starlights]

Sunflower thinks that when the time actually comes for her first mating season she is just gonna not participate. She is already pretty sick of any present attempts to woo her.

A funny thought came to life in this quick doodle. I had way too much fun with the fighting males in the way back.

[yautjalover]

Aquatic Yautja Concepts

So, I've been discussing with fellow Yautja fans in Discord Servers how the world and objects in an aquatic Yautja species look like. I've taken a couple of weeks to pull this all together. I'm no artist, though I try! Maybe some of the actual artists in the community would want to join in showing what they picture, too! I'd love to see what they look like. :)

First is a concept of architecture for the aquatic Yautja. I picture them as having the ability to hold their breath for longer amounts of time underwater because of bigger lungs, and thus a wider ribcage. They would situate their homes in the shallower waters along the shoreline with easy access to the ocean. Their homes would have skylights to let in the light. These skylights are made from dried out leaves that were left to bleach in the sun and painted with a compound derived from a coconut-like plant that hardens the leaves to withstand the hurricane season. The bones of the structures are made from ethically harvested trees that were culled to prevent overgrowth. The lighter brown on the walls are dried reeds and fronds from the trees used to build the internal structure.

By the entrance there is a window that they hang fish to dry on a net; this differs from home to home depending on individuals. Some may prefer to dry theirs inside, hanging from the ceiling or special nets mounted just for this purpose. Their beds would on raised daises covered in fur from local animals and woven fabrics. They bath in the shallow pools along the shore with soap that's derived from a sweet tasting fruit. I was inspired by architecture in tropical areas where they utilize what they have to build and live their lives.

These aquatic Yautja are largely fisherman and don't really have blooding rituals. They are focused on a quiet lifestyle living among nature. Unlike their cousins in the jungles, they prefer a sedentary lifestyle.

Here is a concept for a potential pattern of an aquatic Yautja. I imagine they have an array of blues, greens, yellows, and browns to help them blend in with the water when they swim. They evolved to have fins on their arms and legs to aid in swimming, a dorsal fin that can be retracted into their backs. Their arms and legs would be a little wider, the forearms and calves, to better aid in swimming. These Yautja would have evolved to have little fins on their necks as well. Below are more ideas I have for skin colors. I'm horrible at art and kinda gave up on putting it on a base figure. Use your imagination, lol.

V2, V3, and V4 are some of the colors that I picture them having. I also threw in a version of a more colorful aquatic Yautja in V5 and a skin color palette for one that lives in murkier waters in V7.

I also have created concepts for a few accessories. I think that they would make jewelry out of netting, shells, the bones from the sea creatures they eat (they use everything from their meals to leave no waste), and sometimes dried scales from fish that have been preserved to keep their shimmer.

Here are zoomed in versions of the necklace. I didn't want to put too much detail in them...since I don't know how. I left them simple so the idea can get across. Their accessories can vary from flashy pieces with big shells and teeth or simple necklaces like the one on the right made with small rocks.

Lastly is a single concept I had for clothing. I have SO MANY ideas for clothing, but I've been sick the last week and haven't felt like drawing them up. I imagine they wear netting that's been sewn into fabrics of light tan, brown, green, and blue with some pieces of red. They achieve these colors through dyes made from the blood of various sea creatures and plants.

Here is a simple concept for a bandeau. I like to think that the females wouldn't care about showing off their breasts due to the warm climate of the tropics that these Yautja prefer. This bandeau is made up of loose blue dyed fibers with a see-through burlap type fabric to back it. Their clothing is loose, colorful, and derived from the world around them.

That's all of the concepts I have for now. Maybe eventually I will make more if I'm feeling up to it. I'm more of a writer, so these take time. I'd love to see other folks ideas about aquatic Yautja! ^^

Concepts created in Paint Tool Sai v2 and Photoshop CS6 by me.

[chicken-blitz13]

Alien and Predator is such an interesting crossover phenomenon that they match each other's freak that badly, you cant pull the other out because they will make comics, books, and games.

Do anyone in film school ever studied this franchise cus it is an interesting topic to write about

[gatorbites-imagines]

Kinktober day 2

ftm yautja oc (Bhankui-ya) x male reader

Can Yautja be FTM? No idea, but this one can. Ive only watched one predator movie, so this is mainly just cooked up from my own imagination and attraction to Yautja, as well as the many fics I read. I used a generator for the name, so if it’s bad, blame the generator.

This is also more just “haha funny relationship between a yautja and his ooman” kinda vibes. very fun to write, i would love to write about Bhan again.

Mixed wording for the yautjas bits.

Kinktober 2024 masterlist

Dating a yautja was an… interesting experience. Bhankui-ya, or as you called him, Bhan, was no exception. But really, dating a scaley 8ft tall alien warrior who could rip your spine out of your body with his pinky really didn’t get any weirder. You were never gonna complain though, except for the times he would sit his entire weight in your lap, and you were left gasping for air. It wasn’t your fault that yautja weigh the same as three men of their size. You loved it though, and you had a feeling Bhan knew that.

How you came to date your partner, mate, as he called it, was another strange set of circumstances. You had a past of your own, and there wasn’t much left to live for. So, you had set out to take down the people who’d harmed you and your loved ones the most with you. Your body was littered with the scars they left on you, and your heart was covered in even more, aching for the siblings they’d taken from you. Be it from their abuse, or your siblings taking their own lives because of them.

It hadn’t truly registered at the time. You didn’t know what a bad blood was, or that Bhan was an enforcer. You just knew that scaley fucker, who was already missing an arm and hissing like a wet feral cat, was trying to take your kill goal from you. Bahn would later tell you, after laying in bed feeling like hed just drained the very life out of you, that you fought more feral than a kiande amedha fighting for its queen.

You still didn’t really know what that was, but you had seen skulls, trophies, Bhan kept of them. Apparently, they were a big deal, and seeing you acting like one got him wet. For some reason. But hey, you got hard seeing him cleaning his knives and spears, who were you to judge that he got heated up seeing you rip a bad bloods mandibles right out their face.

Anyways. In the end you came with him, since you’d “proven yourself” somehow. And having literally nothing and no one on earth, you just followed. You were no warrior or hunter, at least nothing compared to yautja. But you had a “look in your eye” in Bhans words, or rather clicks. The implant to understand him still itched at times. You just “needed to unleash it” whatever that meant.

Turns out the one place you can unleash this so-called power is in the bedroom. Because, where yautja may be the superiors in many ways, it seems in the way of the body humans were still more advanced. Bhan would tell you it was because “Oomans like you are controlled by bodily urges”, you just think he’s jealous you used to fuck a toy before you met him.

You honestly felt like you were on top of the world the first time you used a vibrator on his clits, because apparently his people had three. Seeing him rip holes in his seat and how he would arch, and roar made you feel euphoric, it had to be the same rush Bhan felt on a good kill. But instead, you got it from making him squirt so hard his legs were shaking.

You never got to live on that high for very long. Apparently Bahn liked to “peel you back down again” so you “didn’t get too confident”. Apparently, a confident hunter was a dead hunter, or something like that. It was pretty hard to think about his “lessons” when he was riding you though, his sheer bulk slamming down on your already aching human hips until you were making noises similar to the creatures he hunted when they were dying.

That didn’t stop you from stocking up on toys though. The next time you came to earth, you scrounged up money one way or the other, and immediately entered the best quality shop you could find. Bhankui-ya was off doing whatever he needed to do, and in the meantime you were trying to find out which wand would work on him.

The conversation with the store clerk was embarrassing, to you at least. They seemed quite entertained as you fumbled out that you were trying to find something that would work on your “taller than you can imagine, buff as hell and more dangerous than a tiger on steroids” partner. They were very helpful though, and even gave you some discounts and wished you luck on your way, as you stumbled out of the store with at least two bags on each arm.

It was only experience at this point that helped you remember where the ship was, since it was invisible and all that. But as you got inside you immediately clambered off to the bedroom, where you got to work. Bhankui-ya wouldn’t know what hit him when he got back, you would make sure of that.

Of course, you shouldn’t have been surprised when your mate came back beaten and bloody, but lugging the bad bloods head under his arm. You had gained a fascination with seeing the heads of his kills, alright? So, what if it made you morbid. And Bhan? He just seemed to almost preen as you oohd and aahd over his kill.

Patching him up was a couple’s activity, mainly just because you liked patching him up, and Bhan liked when you did it. He could have easily fixed himself up with the many tools he got as a yautja, but where was the fun in that, when he got to see his little blood thirsty ooman patch him up instead. Bhan did have to stop you from licking his blood up at times, lest he decided to ride you right then and there.

In the end you forgot all about the wide array of toys youd laid out in the bedroom, in the order you planned to use them on him. You sent Bhan on his way, deciding to be a good mate and drag his heavy as fuck armour and weapons off to where they needed to go for cleaning and polishing. It caused aches in your back, but Bhans purrs made it all worth it.

Walking into the bedroom Bhankui-ya got to see your little plan, and if the hunt and your pampering, as well as that flicker of bloodlust in your eyes hadn’t got him wet, then this did. How sweet of you, his little mate, to want to pamper him this way. Had you remembered it was your anniversary? (you hadn’t) how could he not use the gifts you set out.

Walking into the bedroom to see Bhan fucking himself with one of the toys, a vibrator against his clits made you almost pass out. Hed even worked one of the plugs into his other hole, his muscular thighs spread wide open as he purred in your direction, his noise like a siren call that had you stumbling over your own feet, almost making you eat floor.

Bahn had tried to laugh at your stumbling, but you were on his slit like a starved animal. It was only the fact that Bahn let you that you got the vibrator away from his nubs, mainly because he loved your mouth on him. It was just so much nicer to have a human eat him out than a fellow yautja, he had taken lips for granted his entire life.

Having just gotten back from a hunt left him more pliable, and willing to go along with your whims. Which was how you got four of those wired vibrators strapped to his thighs, and up his cunt, set to the highest setting as you fucked into his ass. The wand youd bought was worth all the money as well, as you used it to swap from one bundle of nerves to the other, Bhankui-ya howling loud enough that your ears were ringing. You wouldn’t be shocked if they were bleeding, but did you care? No, no you did not.

The adrenaline from his hunt, your powerful scent of want and hunger, and just the fact that Bhankui-ya didn’t indulge in other mates before you, left him sensitive and so needy, something you gladly abused any chance you got.

The bed needed to be completely replaced afterwards, but that’s how it went every time you got him like this. Never in your dreams did you think you could have someone as powerful and dangerous as Bhan, limp and panting, his entire body shaking and spent. Seeing his mandibles quivering always made your heart lurch, it felt like a symbol that you had done it all right.

Times like this were never about you or getting you off. But you also knew Bhan wouldn’t accept it if you didn’t get to finish too, so you always did it wherever he wanted it most. There was little chance of you two having offspring, mainly because Bhan had an implant that made pregnancy impossible. Because, unsurprisingly, yautja had even better prevention care than humans could ever dream off. You swore you heard him chirping about pups every now and then though, when you had him so wrung out that his eyes kept rolling back, even when you weren’t doing more than petting his torso.

Aftercare was also something Bhankui-ya could appreciate that came from humans. Yautja did care for each other after mating, but it was mainly just to patch each other up if it got bloody, or feeding the other food and water. Being rubbed all over and massaged was enjoyable, so you wouldn’t catch Bhankui-ya complaining.

You both knew you were gonna be the one shaking and limping in a few days though. He couldn’t let you get too confident, now, could he? Maybe hed even show you how some of the weapons he owned could be used in more… fun and creative ways.

[batmandarkknightuniverse]

Alien vs Predator:Fire and Stone Part 1

[flexingtyger99]

Extraterrestrial Hunter