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Some more yautja stuff as I work on Call of duty comics
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fanofspooky · 7 months
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The Hunt Is About To Begin
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prettyparacosm · 1 month
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Info:
I have no decency so nothing is too filthy 😈 (especially if it's dark/hardcore)
My inbox open even if you just want to chat headcanons about these characters 😊
I also prefer only writing for FemReader 🤷🏼‍♀️ it's just easier
> main blog: @im-his-druidess
Characters I Write For:
(I also write for the Yautja in general. They don't have to be characters listed here!)
Feral Hunter (Prey 2022)
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Scar (Aliens vs. Predators 2004)
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Chopper (Aliens vs. Predators 2004)
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Celtic (Aliens vs. Predators 2004)
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Wolf (Aliens vs. Predators: Requiem 2007)
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Tracker (Predators 2010)
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Berserker (Predators 2010)
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Falconer (Predators 2010)
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Masterlist
What I Won't Write:
Self harm/Su!c!dal thoughts
Dom!reader
Pegging
Male!Reader (as stated above I ONLY write for Female reader)
TBA-
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evilvvithin · 2 years
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PREDATORS 2010 | dir. Nimród Antal
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im-his-druidess · 1 month
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Decided to make a separate blog (surprise surprise) for the Predator franchise. Feel like they deserve their own space 😌
> @prettyparacosm
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thotja · 9 months
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What a day… pass the Tabasco!
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walton-not-walter · 2 months
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other playlists. sorry if you don't like every genre ever. i do. lol. featuring smaller walton roles! yay!!
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redpool · 10 months
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Given the chance, I'd fuck a Yautja. And probably a Xenomorph too.
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thenomadclan · 10 months
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Predator Fandom Tribute | Enemy By: Tommee Pofitt (Feat. Beacon Light & Sam Tinnesz)
Just wanted to make alittle something for the fandom after hearing this song, turns out I had a lot of fun making this! I hope you enjoy!
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Guess who’s a simp for these guys again-
👉🧍‍♀️
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fanofspooky · 9 months
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What’s your favorite Predator movie?
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prettyparacosm · 1 month
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Masterlist
Feral Hunter
Scar
Chopper
Celtic
Wolf
Tracker
Berserker
Falconer
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evilvvithin · 2 years
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the TRACKER Predator in PREDATORS (2012)
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karnpuffs · 5 months
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nocturnal-milk-dud · 2 years
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Revenge of the Spooky sounds so fun! Okay, I’m in! How about Will Miller + Predator 😎
I don’t know, just something about him in that scenario, his fine a** saving the day (hopefully) just works for me. 😂
Don't Go Walkin' Slow, The Devil's on The Loose
Pairing: Will "Ironhead" Miller x Reader
Warnings/notes: violence; a little gore; language; I really like the mimic ability yautja have and it's very underused imo (from what I've seen); Redfly gets a mention mainly because I didn't have the heart to murder any of the other TF characters; please don't ask me why they're running around at night when they're supposed to be smart.
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 1042
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There's only two of you now.
Will winces as you cinch his scarf tight around his arm. A poor excuse for a bandage, but it will have to do. You've lost or had to drop most of your gear.
"Easy," he whispers, nudging your forehead gently with his own. You're both exhausted and hurting, feeling like you're waiting to die.
"Why didn't they tell us what was out here?" you hiss.
"They probably didn't know," he says, but you can tell by his tone that he doesn't believe it. What he doesn't want to believe is that he and his team were sent here just to die. You bite back your words and hunker down against the wall of the cave the two of you had found after the most recent skirmish.
Five other people have been slaughtered since you arrived in this god-forsaken place. Five friends. Left in the most gruesome state if they were left to find at all. And what do you have to show for it? Almost entirely out of ammo, Will's arm slashed to ribbons, and only one of those creatures dead.
"Anybody out there?" The voice is like a piece of glass shattering, the sound so sudden and so startling.
"Is that-?" You look toward the opening of the cave, out into the inky black night.
"Can't be," Will says.
"I need some help!" Redfly. He's alive, but not for much longer if you don't act.
"It is," you say, grabbing your gear and making for the entrance. Will grabs you roughly, pinning you back against the wall.
"It's not. He's dead, they're all dead. This is some sick trick to get us out there and I'm not falling for it."
"I'm not gonna let another person die."
"Neither am I." There's a twinge in Will's jaw, and you can feel his eyes piercing you in the darkness, almost holding you in place all on their own. He's resolved, unyielding. Your shoulders slump, knowing you'll get nowhere with him like this. You drop your gaze to the ground.
"Fine," you grumble. Will moves away from you and lets himself drop heavily to the ground, the act of restraining you taking more energy than he has. You sit back down but keep your eyes trained to the darkness outside, wondering if there is something looking back.
You don't remember falling asleep, but you do remember you weren't supposed to. It was your turn to watch while Will slept. How long have you been out? Will hasn't moved, slumped in the corner, eyes closed, gun draped across his lap. You relax a little.
"Guys?! I need some help!" Redfly again. Redfly's voice. You look at Will. The noise hasn't woken him. No one had seen what happened to Redfly. He had disappeared, leaving his gun and a trail of blood behind. None of that truly adds up to dead. Missing, hurt, but not dead.
But he wouldn't call attention to himself. He wouldn't wander aimlessly through deadly terrain with camouflaged hunters in the middle of the night calling for help. Unless he is too banged up and disoriented to know any better.
Will is right. It's a trick.
Or Redfly is out there, scared and bleeding, about to become a trophy.
"Fuck." You're up and moving before you can change your mind.
Your feet feel like clay as you move through the dense undergrowth. The heat is still oppressive, your clothes fused to your skin, damp with sweat, the grip on your rifle stock slippery with it. You follow the sound of Redfly's voice--the only sound. The wind shifts, bringing with it a sharp scent that stings your nose, and a prickle along your spine. A chill rolls through you. You're being watched.
You break to the right, sprinting through the trees, and an explosion sends sparks up behind you, splintering a tree trunk. The ground shakes as the tree collapses. You don't stop running, even as more explosions rattle the earth around you, forcing you to change directions several times. It feels like the creature is herding you. The forest is a blur around you and you're staring dead ahead when something seems to shimmer. Whatever it is, your gut tells you to stop, and you do, grinding to a halt. Your heart is pounding so hard, your breath coming so fast that you imagine the entire forest can hear you. It's like the world in front of you starts to tremble and peel away to reveal it, that's how well-hidden they are.
Its spear appears first, the business end inches from your throat. The camouflage continues to retreat until you're staring up at the eight foot tall brute, its torso as thick as a tree trunk, face hidden by a mask with cold, dark eyes. A human skull hangs from its belt, and you wonder who it belonged to. You wonder if yours looks similar. You know at any second that spear will enter your throat, and there's not much you can do about it. The creature chitters, its head tilting ever so slightly to the side as if considering you. Everything that happens next happens fast. There's a sharp crack, the creature stumbles, its spear falling, and you flinch at the spatter of green blood across your face.
"Run!" Will shouts, and you do, cutting to the left and catching up to him in the darkness. "I'll ask what the fuck you were thinking later!" Branches grab and scratch at you as you flee and all of a sudden the ground is giving way beneath you, your feet fighting for purchase, before they're swept out from under you. You and Will reach out for each other as you go sliding and tumbling down a steep, muddy slope. The ground comes at you fast, and you land heavily on your chest, the air knocked out of you in a raspy wheeze. You push yourself onto your back, pulling deep breaths into your wrecked lungs, and that's when you see it.
"What the fuck?" you whisper.
"Are you okay?" Will asks, finding you in the darkness, his hand closing around your wrist.
"No." Above you, dangling from the trees, are your team members, bodies bloody and mutilated.
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