Predator - Blog Posts

Me: Ow, my back...

Me: hey hot alien, can you help me to make my back better?

Yautja: hm... Sure.

Yautja and me:

Me: thank you.... *die*

Literally no one:

Yautja's Pov & Human:

I love it when the Yautja boyfriend holding a human's neck in some movie 😩🫶✨

But... what about us??? 🫣❤️‍🔥

Finding roleplay partners!!!!

I am a MINOR(16/17yr) ((August birthday)) been roleplaying since 2017 (?) 😮‍💨

I LOVEE typing alot (a few paragraphs!!) and use tone tags but you don't have to 🫶

🪷🫶 I pride myself in all my fandoms and being able to change!🫶🪷

I am fine🪷

with o.cxcannon! Or cannonxcannon or ocxoc

Any gender ships!

Self inserts x cannons!

Long term rp!(My favorite) Or Short term!

DND kind of rp<3

Group roleplays!

New plots/unfandom related!

Fandoms📚-

Pressure

Pokemon horizons<3

Percy Jackson

Ride the cyclops !

Hatchetfield trilogy!

Dandy's world!

Supernatural (series)

Homestuck!

Game of thrones!

Stardew valley!

SCP

Analog horrors!(Pet scope and etc! Even no through road!)

Horror games (dead plate,married in red, Juliane and friends,let's find Larry, finding Franky)

Warrior cats!

Wings of fire!

Epic!

Marvel! (And DC :3)

Predator!!(The movies)

Liodon!

Pokemon!

Mha!

Demon slayer!

Return of the pumpkin rabbit!(Analog horror)(Not scary I just like it)

MLP!

Etc!(Will be adding when I remeber them!)

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Roleplay plots I love-

Isekai(nerdy but it's SOOO good!!!)

Furry is fine!

Medieval is what I EAT up!

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Horror yummy!(Normalish horror or exetreme horror)

Angst!

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What I offer-

Tons of stories :3

A long term roleplay parnter and being able to alternate between fandoms!

A friend in and out of roleplay!

☺️👋 non-judgey friend!

Love to talk!

😭 PLEASE-

Would watch shows to be able to rp them!<3

Enjoys to just come up with ideas for roleplay plots instead of being focused on just my characters

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Dm me if your interested!!

Things I dislike 🥲-

I'm not picky or anything just please please be atleast kind or respectful.(Discord flashbacks)

Here’s another one!! This time we are talking about Cresce and Charlie, my friend’s ocs!! @riverhargan They are so lovely together 💖💖

Hope you like my work nwn c;

Cresce is the Yautja and Charlie the human! And if you want to see more of them, check out her social sites!! Love you all!

Besos y abrazos!

Footage of me seducing my future yautja boyfriend

The one and only ferocious leaf predator >:3

a ferocious beast

I’m aware that this could be the original scrapped Predator design, but I am pretty sure that is actually an Amengi, given the context of this meme.

Fic Idea

If anyone is looking for an idea to write, I’ve been thinking about a yautja with a human mate who has brightly dyed hair when they first meet. I feel like when they see their mates hair fading and growing out they would assume they are sick or unhappy like how animals fur and feathers fade when they are sickly. I just think it would be so cute with them not understanding and reassuring them or going to a space market to refresh their hair.

If anyone would like to write this please tag me.

Heyo! Life update!

I'm not dead! I've just got a new job with new hrs and I work 7 days a week as a live in nurse. What free time I have is normally spent vegging out and sleeping. I have my original fanfics nearly done and my request nearly done writing tho! So, I know I say this a lot, but sh*t will get done and it will be amazing cause even if I procrastinate like a MF my work are always spectacular so the wait was worth it! 💜💜💜💜💜

I do have a favor to ask tho to anyone who sees my content, please share it! Even if it's a link to my content sent to a different app to a person/group you might think will enjoy it. Likes are great and I adore getting them, but sharing would be even more helpful cause it gets my stuff out there. Also commenting on my content or sensing me things in anon just to talk to me(you don't even have to say anything amazing, just Hi is fine!💜)

The Chase

@twobucksworld I hope this is more of what you wanted! I made sure to write more since I misinterpreted what you had originally wanted. This ~ means a POV switch, as I couldn't help but want to write in both the perspectives. The human male is a soldier stationed on a planet similar to earth and he wanders into a females territory. I hope you enjoy! CW: Fear, Blood, Percieved death, being chased, the wrestling move ‘Stinkface’.

The Yautja, though bipedal, was an expert on all fours. Should it need to run it just lowered its forepaws to the dirt and sprang away as fast as any wolf in the darkness. This was one of those times, accelerating on all fours toward a human foolish enough to be wandering by moonlight in her territory. She stops abruptly, her clawed foot scrapes over the jagged edge of a small cliff. With lungs full of this humid air her salty breath creates clouds of vortexes; while her head moves side to side to assess her territory. One would think she hasn't the brain for reason, but instead, simply a primal sense of rage twined with an indomitable will to survive. They wouldn’t be all wrong at least. Then she spots him, the rigged stature of the human male, a soldier of the Earth’s military with no weapon in sight- far to easy to be a real threat but an annoyance nonetheless. 

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Through the darkness came the glow of two yellow eyes, like sallow lamplight eight feet off the boulder it stood on. They moved with a slight sway as if the unseen body prowled like a big cat. The soldier stopped. The eyes did not, with rapid acceleration and a more bounding motion they came right for him. A string of curses unraveled from his tongue, like yarn unfurling, as the creature advanced. Every step it took rattled his bones and struck his heart. He tried to dodge a swing from its massive claws, but it struck his side and he tumbled into the dirt. All he could do was feel. Feel the cold ground pressed against his form, the heat from the pain, and the rhythm of his heart like a drum crescendoing down to a languid thump. The things nascent roar fills the space between my ears and speaks straight to my own primal center. Despite the ambient temperature, my skin is icy, all blood diverted to core organs.

That's when the adrenaline hits such a fever pitch that “freeze” isn't going to cut it anymore. Apparently “flight” is the new order of the day, but not slowly like a conscious choice. My legs explode into violent motion. The kick against the dirt and my fingers with dull claws scrabbling for purchase into the soil before I swivel onto my stomach and launch myself forward. My brain, barely registering what just attacked us, belatedly relays all information on the beast that attacked and I stumble on the words echoing through my mind. A Yautja. ~ She relished in the way the male scampered, ever amused by the show of dominance humans tried to give off while they were nothing more then sucklings just learning to crawl. This human, however, seemed inexperienced in even that and she could feel the amused chuckle leave her mandibles as she watched him disappear. She had laid her first strike, like feline playing with her prey she stood straight, keen eyes watching in the darkness as he disappears with a limp. The prey would be allowed to run if only to give him that hope of safety- this was just a game to her. She was no hunter by want or need, females of her kind never needed to prove themselves like the males. She would then descend to all fours, before bounding off after him, her own pounding heart echoing the thrill of the chase. She wondered for a moment what it felt like to be hunted by something like herself but made a click deep in her throat- she realized she didn’t care how he felt. He was in her territory, she would teach him a lesson all Yautja learn at a young age- do not enter a female’s territory unless you wish death. ‘The chase is only sport for me but means everything to you. For me, taking your life is just a small part of a wider game. I know you have been told that victory is assured for your side, it is, of course, a lie to bring hope where there should be none. You are in a dark cave being granted the illusion of light, no more. There is no spark of hope, there is no rescue coming, it's just me and you little rabbit. So run, let your whitetail bob high as you scurry to save your own skin. You aren't a hero, you are nothing, less than a cold raindrop on a scorching desert. What you bring will evaporate into the sky leaving the landscape unchanged, barren and desolate, a playground for my delight alone.’

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He hides, quaking and sweating with fear as the footfalls tapper off into soft little pats on the ground. In the tall grass, pressed against the base of a tree with nothing but his weeping side; he wished to be anywhere else. In boot camp, demoted from his rank, which was clearly wrongfully given, and yelled at for his incompetence. He had seen the signs, the skulls, he should have known- but he half expected the tells of Yautja to be just that, tells. To be fiction spread around like campfire horror stories to new recruits to scare them into not sneaking off. But the shifting of branches above him with the accents of clicking had his heart stuttering in his chest. 

He would not suffer himself to look up, perhaps if he denied the thing any acknowledgment it would kill him quickly. It doesn’t. It drops before him, all rippling muscle and extended claws. It wore no armor, simple furs and beads- this one wore added fur on its chest and he realized it must be a female. A scientist once said they were more aggressive but rarely hunted- he must be lucky. She crouched down, far taller than any human he had ever seen, far taller than the pathetic 8 feet he thought her to be. Her head tilts and he swears she is speaking- he can’t clearly hear what language she speaks in over the sound of his own heartbeat and ragged breaths mixing into a funeral march in his mind. His eyes follow as she straightens, clenching her clawed hands to fists and he thinks she is readying a punch. ~ She watches him as he regards her with the horror all whelps experience when they first meet an angered female. She finds it amusing, humans truly are whelps compared to her species- it would be dishonorable to kill him while he did not even try to defend himself. But she never allowed anything to get away without punishment, without showing her complete dominance over others. She had claimed this forested part as her own and she knew how to disgrace any who she deemed unworthy of honorable death. She stalks forward, grabbing him by his shoulders and pulling a knife from her thigh. She gave an amused chuckle as he scrambled to push her away, now he fought. How pathetic. She slams the knife into the tree, catching his clothes and pinning him to the spot. She stepped back, releasing him and watching his declawed hands paw at the knife, knees slightly bent and he stared with wide-eyed horror up at her. She throws her head up, eyes still locked on his form before moving closer again. She then turns herself, pressing her ass to his face. For Yautja, to be shown this treatment was disgraceful and by the way, the male gave an anguished cry for mercy and he tried to claw at her hips, she knew her punishment was received. She stayed like that a moment longer before moving away, clicking as she turned back to him. Tears glistened his face as he gasped, body trembling like the whelp he was. She ripped her knife from the tree and he fell to the ground with a thud, slinking down back into the roots and earth to try and appear submissive. An annoyed click left her as she slides her knife back in its place, her back turned to him again. His cry as she did so had her chuckling, her hand moving in a flick motion to tell him to leave, he is of little importance to her. She then descended back to all fours, bounding forward through the tall grass soundlessly. She could feel herself purring, the omega having ignited something more carnal in her and she knew she would be visiting him again, if only to humiliate him further. ~

As he watched her disappear without a sound he realized she had been toying with him, allowing him to hear her to heighten his fear. He sobs, collapsing down into the soil and trying to regain himself as he fumbled for anything to defend himself. He had left camp for a smoke and piss, his pants soiled with his fear and his face burning in shame. He was close to camp again, he could hear the yells of his teammates and called back, using the tree to help him stand as he waved to their flashlights.

Yeah, let's all go back there...

yknow I never saw myself as a monsterfucker but then I remember that my first ever crush was the predator from alien vs predator :)

Cute Ballerina Predator so cute <3 to be honest I had way to much fun with this drawing like for real this was super fun to draw

https://youtu.be/tST30DNvxAo?si=UFLB3CEMKfJWExJX

Yesterday afternoon I dragged my friend to Denge Wood forest. While there, I spotted one of my top five favorite beetles. These lustrous and magnificent little guys are green tiger beetles (Cicindela campestris).

They are incredibly fast predatory beatles that hunt down and eat other insects. The larvae of this beetle live in individual burrows in sandy soil. They flick out the sand around them creating a pitfall that other insects fall into.

So beautiful but deadly.

HELLOOOO BEAUTIFUL.... OH MY LORD..

MAY I MAKE YOU DINNER..

Наконец-то дорисовала этот арт :) Захотела зарисовать появление моего мальчика. Может чуть позже напишу более подробно про это.

I finally finished this art :) I wanted to sketch the appearance of my boy. Maybe I'll write more about it later.

Я не знаю ставить ли это в отметку "для взрослых" или нет...

I do not know whether to mark it as "for adults" or not…

Медленный процесс рисования этого говна... я устала. Я устала вставать каждый день в пять утра и ебашить на работу два часа.... еще сегодня делать задания из уника.... просто охота кричать, и охота охоту :) The slow process of drawing this shit.

I drew a little bit at work.

Решила сделать набросок отца Ал'Са. Не уверенна насчет комплекции и деталей, но с цветовой палитрой уже определилась. Она точно будет очень темного, практически черного, коричневого цвета.

Хотела придумать более каноничное имя, но не нашла достаточно достоверного языка яутж.

Небольшой спойлер. Рождение Ал'Са. Матери, конечно же, плохо, ибо не каждый сможет высрать такую сардельку.

Перешла на клип студио) Программа намного удобнее Саи, жаль что пыталась игнорировать ее, боясь изменений в рисовании. Придумала новых персонажей. Спасибо идеям в ванне и долгим поездкам.

Что ж, рисую свою девочку.

Решила изобразить Черныху уже в зрелом возрасте. И именно она подобрала ребенка, решив благородно его воспитать в традиционном духе их расы. Есть ли у нее свои дети? Да. И целых четырнадцать штук, но яутжа более самостоятельные существа, поэтому дети не общаются с матерью, а сама женщина лишилась возможности рожать из-за страшной травмы во время охоты, а необходимость в воспитании потомства никуда не делась.

Некоторые ее сородичи считают человеческое дитя не более, чем игрушкой в лапах этой сильной женщины, но они сильно ошибаются, так как любовь к своему приемному дитя уже куда более сильнее, нежели к своим родным детям.

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Welp, I'm drawing my girl.

This it an adult version of Chernyha. She picked up the child and decided nobly grow her up with traditions of the spirit of her race.

Has she got her own kids? Yes, she has.

And not only one, she has 14 of them, but yautja more independent creatures. That's why they don't talk with their mother. She doesn't able to give birth anymore, because of terrible trauma, that happened with her during the hunting. The need to raise offspring still is important for her.

Some of her tribesmen think that human's child is nothing more than just a toy in paws of that powerful woman. But they are extremely wrong, because love to her adopted child is already stronger and deeper than love to her own children.

The old hunter decided to rest after a hard hunt, but the pup decided otherwise and now requires attention. Сложно быть охотником, но еще сложнее быть старым дедом, который следит за мелким говнюком) Насчет рисунка: видимо, я напортачила с размерами. Надо было сделать персонажей побольше, чтобы занять больше холста, а не оставлять его в таком полу-пустом виде... Ладно, что сделано - то сделано. Все равно получилось более-менее симпатично.

Недоделанная хрень  WIP

Если честно, то в периоды сильной апатии, мне кажется, что мои недо-арты проклинают меня, ибо их накопилось целых 14 штук, без учета недорисованных холстов с прошлых лет (+ удаленные и переделанные несколько раз зарисовки). Этот я уже залайнла и с горе-пополам закрасила основной для нормального цвета.  Если что там чуть ниже просто старый дед лежит на диване с ребенком в руках, но это так спойлер для тех кто не поленился использовать переводчик или тех, кто знает russian languege.  Постараюсь победить свой тремор в руках и легкую усталость, и заебашить этого демона-лени, который вечно портит мне всю малину. И блять, если этот скрин наберет больше лайков, нежели идущая за ним полноценка, то я реально сломаю себе еб... разозлюсь. 

So, I've redrawn ALL my cats in my ENTIRE life. I will draw them periodically. (but the woman... uh... I worship her.  I don't remember her, but she's in the photos when I was just a few months old. Mom says she took care of me. Therefore, she will be a yautja mother who adopted a human child.) The very first one is Markiz. One of the smartest and calmest cats I've ever had and that I know. (+ I've already drawn it before). After it comes - Kuzia. He is also a calm, but very shabby cat. Unlike Markiz, Kuzia often got into fights (mostly with stray dogs. And surprisingly, he won, but he paid for it with scars). He was already old when I entered a conscious age, so on art he is already a older hunter who will soon retire. Thin and experienced, so to speak. And the most recent male is Mars. He was an EXTREMELY aggressive and crazy cat (but he didn't touch me, only other family members (surprisingly)). Small and pugnacious. Got into fights WITH EVERYONE. But unlike Kuzia, there were no scars on him.

Что еще писать? Создала перса и не знаю куда его девать... буду рисовать его во всех приличных и неприличных позах... 

Не хочу что-либо писать на английском (ибо пользуюсь переводчиком, так как не уверена насчет своего уровня), поэтому напишу на русском... Это быстрый скетч. *вздох*  У меня завтра тест по налогообложению, защита практической по бухгалтерском учету, а я маюсь такой х№рнёй... Да, здравствуй лень!  Старалась здесь нарисовать более-менее худощавое (по крайне мере для хищника) телосложение. Не знаю получилось или нет. Но надо развиваться же все-таки? Может быть, выложу потом арты свои из скетчбука, но эээ... хз.