Hello! My name is Stuff, this is my tumblr, thanks for stopping by! I like to write fanfic and this is where I will be putting it, inflicting it on the rest of the world. A lot of what I write will be x readers I'm ngl, but if I feel like it I might post some original stuff that isn't directly related to fandom or x reader. Maybe, we'll see.
Just so everyone knows ahead of time, I am a full-time college student who works part-time!!! There will be times where I disappear because I need to focus on something school related, so in that scenario my account will have to take a back burner (especially during my midterm and finals period). However, if I plan to go away for a while, I will always post so that everyone knows :]
Also, because I’m realizing there are some ppl who don’t like it— I don’t care if you spam like my stuff. Go ahead! Like every single thing, it will not bother me in fact I like seeing it lol
THIS IS THE ONLY PLACE I POST. IF YOU SEE MY CONTENT POSTED ELSEWHERE, IT IS NOT ME. IF I MOVE TO ANOTHER PLATFORM I WILL SAY SO.
Now with introductions out of the way, here is the list of what I do write, what I won’t write, and other stuffs I’d be willing to write for (not a complete list, as I’m certain there are a few things I’m forgetting, but as I encounter them I will update accordingly).
STUFF I WILL WRITE: (subject to change/updates as time goes on)
Headcanons, oneshots, requests (headcanons will be more casual, oneshots and other fics will be more narrative driven)
Fluff
Angst
Hurt no comfort
Hurt with comfort
Original content/characters [tbd]
SFW/NSFW
STUFF I WON’T WRITE: (subject to change/updates as time goes on)
Certain kinks/fetishes; Yandere, Noncon, Bodily fluids (you know which ones), a/b/o dynamics, feet
Abuse/abusive dynamics [unless it's getting out of that situation]
MEDIA/GENRES/FANDOMS I COULD WRITE FOR: multi-fandom and/or original content
Twd [seasons 1 thru 8, have yet to slog thru the rest of the show]
Hellboy [2004 movies, 2019 movie]
Predator franchise
Transformers [Prime, Bayverse, Animated, TFOne]
Mass Effect [maybe; I need to finish the third game]
Cw: angst themes, poor communication and refusal to address it, canon typical violence, sketchy nightmare sequence
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A few sleeps had passed. You hadn’t been retrieved from the depths of the dungeon once, not for anything at all. It was the first time in a long time where you had a moment to just… exist. No fractured bones, no bruises or scrapes, no being covered in blood from head to toe. Nothing to distract you, no adrenaline.
Hours dragged by slowly, minutes that weren’t whittled away with sleep were spent exercising, staring into the walls or ceiling and embedding pictures into the stone with your mind. Your leg had healed, there were no more sharp pains from the rapid mending, but you were starting to feel like you were going to gnaw it off anyway. Your heart hammered in your chest each time a guard walked past you, anticipation spiking your blood at the thought of being chosen, then immediately draining out when you were not.
Other alien peoples and beasts were dragged from their cells to their fate in the arena. You listened and felt the rumbles of cheering above you, keeping your mind occupied when sleep evaded you. Some of them returned, some did not.
How many others did they keep down here?
…
More sleeps passed. You felt restless from the inactivity, the lack of blood coating your skin. You hadn’t realized you had come to crave it: not until the absence of it became pervasive.
You spent a lot of time speaking to Kwei, who’s company you’ve frustratingly began to enjoy, who’s dialogue you anticipated whenever you awoke. If you were pacing, he’d watch you. If you were sulking and facing away from him, he would pester to you. You’d listen to him talk and often you’d offer a response, at night, laying on the ground and staring at him. You paid extra care to zip it whenever a guard would pass by.
Kwei was… interesting. He was yautja, but he was very dissimilar to the others of his clan that you had been able to observe. Granted, in the dark of your respective cells, there was not much to glean, but to you he spoke softly, much softer than any of the other yautja you’ve ever heard.
Perhaps it was due to the fact that he himself was a prisoner, like you, and at this point had no reason to look down on you— he had said he was impressed by you, after all. He’d watch you while you spoke, each word that would pass your lips he’d hang onto, like he was just as desperate for connection as you were. Who really knows. There was a tenderness in his eyes that caused something strange to settle in your gut that you were trying very hard to not acknowledge. Maybe that’s what made him different.
There were a handful of times where the guards would come for Kwei, during which you could do nothing but watch them take him away. There was no consistency; sometimes he’d be gone for half an hour, the next time he’d be gone upwards of an hour, each minute that ticked by turned the pit in your stomach into a crater that dug deeper and deeper.
He was always carried back— exhausted, smeared in blood belonging to him and otherwise. These nights however, Kwei stayed quiet, not indulging in any words and offering minimal response to any conversation you tried to share with him. He never ignored you, but… his silence was deafening.
You knew that awaiting his return every time would only end in your own agony. If that day were ever to come, the one where he didn’t come back.
You slumped your head against cold stone.
…
More sleeps had passed.
You thought about what Kwei said, maybe ten or eleven sleeps ago. I do not know yet… think about something to look forward to when we get… out…
Ain’t that a joke.
One that you really wanted to believe.
…
Today was not a good day. His father— his njohrr— had come.
The clan leader was a frightening yautja, a pale and towering beast that prowled the barracks until he stopped in front of your cells.
You had thought the ground shook when the arena roared; this yautja made the earth under your hands tremor with nothing but his presence.
He had ripped into him the moment he arrived.
“You disgrace yourself, sparing a whelp.” He snarled down upon his son. “You shame me. I should have sawed your head from your shoulders.”
Kwei sat in the darkness of his cell, silent, and from what you could tell, stared up at him expressionless.
“Even now, you bring further embarrassment upon yourself. Coward.” He spat. “I anticipate the satisfaction I will feel when you are felled.”
You bit your tongue until pain seared throughout your jaw. You knew better, saying anything was far from your place. Despite yourself, you exhale a tad too loud, the pale yautja slowly turns around to face your cell. The oxygen in your throat evaporates, your gaze fixating on the horns that adorned his helm. Throwing your gaze to the ground you say nothing, focusing on keeping your breaths quiet and even. You glance over to Kwei, whose eyes are locked on you, poised like he’s restraining the urge to pounce, his expression is one you have no idea how to navigate through. You look to the ground at the feet of his njohrr, begging the tremble in your soul to hold.
The clan leader slowly turned towards his son, back to you, then left without another word. The guards followed behind him and the barracks returned to almost utter darkness, save for the burning torches on the stone walls.
Silence settled over you and your companion for a long while. Companion? “He’s full of shit, y’know.” You say, carefully.
“Njohrr keeps me here to punish me for my shame. He makes me rot in it.”
“Shame? You don’t have anything to be ashamed about, from what you’ve told me. Whatever you did probably didn’t warrant you getting tossed in here.”
Kwei was quiet. It was jarring to realize the shift in your typical dynamic; mustering the courage to pester, to know, to reassure, to dig into his psyche and learn. You didn’t say anything, letting it sit between you both, undemanding.
“… I was supposed to kill my brother. Njohrr saw him as weak, thought that his life tarnished the clan’s honour. I… could not follow through.”
Your heart thudded harder in your chest. “Why?”
“I saw in my brother what our father… could not.”
“Okay, so you love your brother; who wouldn’t do what you did? He says that compassion is the cause of your shame, but there isn’t anything shameful, or even punishable, about that.”
Kwei’s face twists. “It is not so simple, there are rules unsaid that aren’t meant to be ignored. You do not know him. You do not understand us, and D—” Kwei seems to catch himself. Swallows the words down back his throat. “You would not understand.”
“Then help me get it. Saving your brother from a fate you know he did not deserve, sounds to me, like an incredibly honourable—"
“Disobedience is not honourable.”
“It can be—he doesn’t get to dictate what is and is not—”
“You do not understand—”
“Protecting someone you love is not wrong,” you knew you were pushing.
“It is not the same.” you tense when he snarls. “You know nothing of shame nor honour, and you know nothing of mine.”
You were stunned. Not really. Your throat tightened and you scorned it, clenching your hands into fists and unclenching repeatedly as hurt surged through you. “Fine. Fuck you.”
Standing to walk away, you pushed yourself into the farthest corner of your cell, hiding yourself in the darkness and out of view from him. Curling inward and facing the wall, you scrubbed away the hot tears that had dared to gloss your eyes— you weren’t going to allow yourself to cry.
You said nothing. Kwei said nothing.
He wants to stew in self pity then fine, I’ll let him.
Dinner came at its usual time. You took your bowl of meat and fruit into your hands, staunchly ignoring Kwei before returning to the corner of your cell, hiding yourself in the dark and away from his view.
More sleeps passed.
…
There were people, people you knew, but they were gone and had slipped through your fingers before you knew they were falling. It was your fault that you fell asleep.
Monsters the colour of oil crawled inside the walls, her chest had been broken from the inside and blood drenched her shirt and her skin and had splattered across the walls and floor of the medical wing
A blood path trailed from her and dragged across the steel floor
They were everywhere and were closing in;
She miraculously survived and was dying in your arms, choking on her blood while your tears pearled onto her face, a pistol shook in your trembling hands. there was the sound of scuttling, coming from somewhere, the awful hissing was all around you, you couldn't pinpoint where it was coming from—
she grabbed your face and smeared her blood over your lips with her palm
the call of your name surrounded you, alongside bodies
There it was at the end of the hall.
You jumped awake. It was probably nighttime, you weren't exactly sure what time it was anymore. You shivered, tried to curl into your blanket and wrap it around yourself, it wasn't big enough.
You turned to look at Kwei, he was asleep and facing the back wall of his cell, the outline of his large back was the only thing you could make out in the darkness. You gripped as much of the blanket as you could, trying to fit the pathetic cloth over your shoulders and huddled as best you could into the rock.
You didn't want to close your eyes again, but staring at the wall only works for so long.
…
You breathed deeply through your nose, awareness of your senses returning to you. You turned to look over your shoulder at Kwei and glared at his back then rolled back around with a huff, turning your glare to the wall.
You and him hadn’t spoken for eight sleeps and each waking moment you spent ignoring each other was starting to border on agonizing. On your end, at least. Deeply aggravated with him that he’d snap at you, you made a point of making your attention and conversation scarce; he was seemingly refusing to be the first one to break.
Stupid yautja and their stupid larger-than-life enormous egos.
You didn’t realize how accustomed you had become to his voice, the conversation and the questions he peppered you with were, at the time, immensely bothersome. Now in that absence, however, the minutes felt like they had turned into centuries, your thoughts devastatingly loud. There was no distraction, no relief against your inner voice spiralling you into despair, there was no one else. It was just you, again, by yourself with your thoughts now free to swallow you whole. Why aren’t they choosing me? Why not? Why are they keeping me down here just to rot.
As if being cosmically answered, the lights from outside the dungeon began to climb up the walls and the occupants of the surrounding cells began to chatter as they always did. You flipped onto your stomach and picked yourself up, watching three shadows approach until their silhouettes became the actual guards. The bars of your cell shook to life and began to rise, your heart began to pump.
Finally.
One giant guard marched into your cell as soon as the bars had receded and yanked your bicep into his hand and dragged you out of your cell, not letting you stabilize your steps. When you tried to right yourself, the guard growled and shoved you, purposefully knocking your legs out from under you. You struggled against him, but like every time before, your attempts were unsuccessful. There was snarling behind you, with what little control over your movements you had you turned your head around and saw the two other guards entering Kwei’s cell. You watched as the guards descended onto him, one slamming her elbow into the back of his head whilst the other jabbed into his abdomen, making Kwei double over. You opened your mouth to call out, for who or why you’re not certain, but the guard that held you dug his hand into the back of your skull, yanked on your scalp back and forced your face forward. You hissed in pain, the cuss you were ready to let erupt from your throat died in your mouth as the snarls behind you escalated, growls ascending into roars as you turned a corner. The ringing in your ears joined in tandem with your slamming heart and only became louder as you were tossed into a familiar chamber. You clambered back up to your feet to charge the chamber’s door, but once it had sealed shut you could do nothing but wail against the metal.
Sweat collected on the back of your neck, the coolness of the room sent damp chills down your spine. You stood rooted to the ground, staring into the metal, concentrating all your anger and misery into one spot on the door as if it would wither under your glare; it did not. Slowly, you leaned forward and pressed your forehead against it, surrounded by the sound of your breathing. Your eyes stung. You were beginning to hear your heartbeat in your ears, felt your pulse thud against your temple, the chilled metal cool against your forehead.
It was quiet, you hated this quiet to hell. Fear gripped you, the edges of your mind growing hazy as you thought about what they were doing to—
The ground shuddered and light climbed up the wall as the chamber behind you opened. Cheers flooded into you as new light assaulted your eyes. Leaving this chamber has become muscle memory and as you covered your eyes from the sun, letting the sand rub against your soles, you began to feel yourself slip away as the killer you knew you were took over.
His presence in the crowd made you pause.
The stark contrast of white against the crowd of dark red, brown and beige caught your eye immediately. He was there, watching from above like a vulture, the depth of the arena gave you the courage to glare into the eyes of his mask.
You couldn’t see his actual eyes, but a part of you felt his gaze on you.
When the sound of the secondary trial chamber on the opposing end of the arena began to shudder and climb upward you stood ready, both your hands now at your sides. As the thick metal revealed who your opponent was, the silhouette of a yautja became clear. You groaned to yourself, fighting against yautja was never enjoyable.
Your heart fell into your stomach as the strange silhouette walked out into the light and transformed into your companion.
As soon as Kwei was hit by the light, his eyes landed onto you and for the first time since you fought, your eyes met.
…
Phew! This was sitting in my drafts for so long, but I’m happy I sat on it for as long as I did because I’m really happy with how this turned out. As always, thank you for reading :]!
It's Juneteenth yall. And I'm not letting this day go unmarked.
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Today, stand with us. Be with us. Tell a black person you love them. Hug a black person (with consent). Ask that hot black girl out today. Make a black person smile. Black lives matter to everybody and you matter to us.
Stand with us on Juneteenth like we stand with you all year round, and I hope a happy Pride month continues for all of us
Compiled some basic information I know about drawing fat characters for beginners since I've been seeing more talk about absence of really basic traits in a lot of art lately.
Morpho Fat and Skin Folds on Archive.org (for free!)
(Yep this is a Yautja VS human, you read that right 💚 prompt idea came from @magnuspool who wanted to see an exceptionally lucky human dealing with a Yautja hunting them! Hope you all enjoy this little story 🥰 looking forward to your comments!)
Your heart hammered against your ribs as you stood face-to-face with the seven-foot-something nightmare that had been glued to your ass for the last two days.
The predator was fuming. Its mandibles flared wide, neon-green blood dripping from a gash on its forehead and another along its arm. One leg was clearly messed up, so it kept most of its weight off it, claws curled tight around the wound like it was personally offended by the injury. Its eyes, once cold and calculating, had widened into something between pure rage and utter disbelief.
It just couldn’t comprehend how you were still alive. Not a scratch. Not even a torn sleeve.
Honestly? Neither could you.
Two days ago you had been terrified, stumbling through the dense forest after losing your friends, convinced every shadow wanted to eat you. But somehow… you kept not dying. Every near-miss felt less like skill and more like the universe had decided to troll this alien hunter on your behalf.
And now here you both were.
The predator lifted one clawed hand and pointed straight at you, opening its fanged maw to let out a deep, guttural roar that vibrated through your bones, like a threat or maybe a frustrated demand for answers.
“Oh, stop it!” you yelled back, throwing your hands up. “I don’t know why I’m still here either!”
Flashback to forty-eight hours earlier…
You had been quietly losing your mind in the undergrowth when you first noticed it watching you. A shimmer in the trees. A faint outline that vanished the second you blinked. It was clearly studying you, deciding whether you were worth the time or the hunt.
You had climbed high to get a better look at your surroundings. The alien beast had been perched on a thick branch opposite yours, barely ten feet away, fiddling with the gauntlet on its wrist. Sparks flew. Its invisibility cloaking field flickered once, twice, then died completely with an audible pop.
The predator froze.
It slowly looked down at its malfunctioning tech, then lifted its masked head to stare directly at you. The red lenses of its bio-mask flashed once in what you could only describe as… embarrassment.
For one long, awkward second, you both just… looked at each other.
“What the f—” you started.
The branch under your foot gave an ominous crack.
You lunged sideways onto the next branch just as the first one snapped clean off and plummeted to the forest floor. The predator deciding this was beneath its dignity, dropped from its perch and vanished into the greenery with a frustrated click of its mandibles.
You exhaled shakily, clinging to the new, miraculously sturdy branch.
“Huh,” you muttered, blinking. “That was… lucky.”
It wasn’t long before exhaustion won out. You drifted off right there in the tree, the branch somehow cradling you like a hammock all night long. No falling. No sudden gusts of wind. Not even a single mosquito bothering you.
Your sleep was still restless, though. Every creak of the branches had you half-waking in a cold sweat, imagining the alien dropping down with its invisibility cloak fixed and a fresh murder-boner. It’s probably fixing that thing right now, you thought. Sharpening its claws, polishing its murder-mask, muttering alien curses about the soft human who’s about to die.
By morning you were sore, stiff and determined. Do or die, you told yourself as you climbed down. You tied a bright piece of rope around the base of the tree (your makeshift breadcrumb trail) then struck out north, deeper into the woods.
Every step felt watched.
You couldn’t tell if it was normal forest eyes or the very large, very-off extraterrestrial that had clearly decided you were its personal trophy. Strangely, the fear had started to dull. In its place was a weird, tingling curiosity. Why me? you wondered. Out of every hiker in this forest, why is this murder machine so obsessed with little old me?
If its goal was to terrify you into submission, it was doing a terrible job.
The trees gradually thinned, the underbrush easing up. Your spirits lifted. Maybe I’m finally getting out of here.
Then something shiny caught your eye on the ground ahead, glinting like it had been placed there specifically for you to notice.
You hurried over, crouching down with wide, hopeful eyes.
Snap.
A metallic thwack sounded right behind you. An elaborate arrow, nothing any human could have crafted, whistled past and buried itself deep into the tree trunk just above your head, quivering angrily.
You froze on all fours, eyes huge, a scared squeak dying in your throat.
The shiny thing in your hands? Just bait. A trigger plate. And the trap had missed you by inches.
You swallowed hard, then carefully crawled forward. Your palm brushed something thin hidden under the leaves you had disturbed.
A rope. A trip rope, connected to God knows what.
You looked up, scanning the surrounding trees. “Is that… supposed to be a trap?” you called out, faking your amusement.
“Dude, come on.”
No answer. But you could feel it watching. Somewhere up there, cloaked or not, the alien was probably having a full-blown existential crisis.
You brushed the leaves aside with your palm, studying the size of the snare. It was clever, deadly even. One wrong step and you would have been yanked upside down like a piñata at a predator birthday party.
Instead, you simply stepped around it like it was a mildly inconvenient puddle.
The forest stayed eerily quiet for a beat.
But from somewhere above and to your left, you heard a very distinct sound.
A low, guttural growl that sounded suspiciously like alien frustration mixed with the galactic equivalent of “Are you fucking kidding me?”
You dusted your hands off and kept walking, whistling a nervous little tune under your breath.
Behind you, claws dug into bark hard enough to leave deep gouges.
The predator had never felt this level of embarrassment in its entire hunting career.
“You know, I’m starting to think you don’t really like me,” you called out into the empty forest, knowing fully well it was listening.
Why were you taunting a murderous alien?
Excellent question. You had no idea. Maybe some wires had gotten crossed in your brain after hours of pure survival mode.
Or maybe, deep down, you had started to suspect the big guy just wanted to get to know you in its own violently awkward way.
…Yeah, probably not.
Your entire body jolted as the alien dropped from the trees right in front of you, invisibility cloak flickering off arrogantly. It landed heavy, dreadlock-like locks swaying with the impact. Its masked face tilted and a low, menacing click rattled from behind the steel.
“I’m sorry—I didn’t mean— I just thought maybe we could—” You stumbled backward, hands raised. “I have no idea what you want!”
Your heel caught on something. The rope trap. Your stomach dropped. This was it. Game over for you.
…Except nothing happened.
You blinked down at your feet, then back up at the approaching predator. Its talons flexed with a threatening shink as a wrist blade extended from its gauntlet.
Your hands waved frantically in surrender. “Waitwaitwait—please, I swear I’m not—”
Another step back.
FWOOSH.
The rope suddenly snapped taut behind the predator. In a humiliating blur, the trap you had somehow avoided whipped around it instead, yanking the massive hunter upside down with a startled growl. It dangled from the tree like a very angry, very muscular piñata, ropes creaking under its weight.
You stared, mouth open.
The alien jerked and thrashed for a moment, then went still, slowly rotating to face you. Even behind the mask, the pure, seething frustration was unmistakable.
“I swear I have no idea how that happened,” you said, lips twitching as you fought back a laugh. “You have to believe me…”
It roared, raw, furious, the sound of a predator that had just been utterly owned by its own equipment.
You almost felt bad for it. Almost.
“Listen, if I help you down, will you stop chasing me—”
Another roar cut you off, louder this time. Your blood ran cold.
“FINE!” you shouted back. “Hang there then, you stubborn asshole!”
You scoffed and walked right under it, trying to look annoyed even as a grin threatened to break free. The beast went still as you passed, as if refusing to give you the satisfaction of struggling while you were watching.
“Oh shit—my bag,” you muttered, spinning on your heel and heading back the way you came.
You had only taken a few steps when another sharp click and crackle sounded behind you. You ducked instinctively. A second trap, a sparking electrical net, triggered exactly where you would have been walking if you hadn’t turned back for your bag.
You straightened up slowly, staring at the crackling wires, then turned to look at the still dangling predator.
“Did you… just set that off?” you asked, your tone dripping with accusation even an alien could understand.
The hunter hung there in silence, mandibles clicking once, at what you assumed was a yes.
You shook your head, a slow grin spreading across your face. “You’re either the unluckiest predator in the galaxy… or I was born under a lucky star.”
There really wasn’t any other explanation.
With far too much newfound confidence, you grabbed your bag, slung it over your shoulder and kept walking. Your destination unknown, but you were strangely certain that nothing bad was going to happen.
Behind you, the alien remained hanging quietly, its clicking growing softer, almost thoughtful.
As if it had finally started to wonder the same thing.
It wasn’t long before your paths crossed again.
“Oh, give me a break!” you shouted, sighing dramatically before bolting again.
The damn alien had found you once more, gauntlet raised and already aiming something sharp and deadly in your direction. Your legs moved on pure autopilot, feet barely feeling like they belonged to you anymore.
A low-hanging branch suddenly appeared out of nowhere—okay, fine, it had always been there, but panic made an excellent excuse—and smacked you straight across the face.
You went down hard.
But the timing was… perfect once again.
The blade that shot from the alien’s gauntlet whistled through the air and embedded itself deep into the very branch that had just decked you.
“Oh shit” You clutched your stinging nose and whipped around to look at your pursuer.
The predator stood frozen, staring between you and its gauntlet like it had betrayed him. Pure, burning rage radiated off of it.
“Ha! Ha!” You burst out laughing, scrambling back to your feet. “Nice shot!”
You took off running again before its furious roar could catch up with you, a nervous, unhinged grin stretching across your face. You weren’t sure anymore if the fluttering in your chest was terror or actual joy at how badly this predator’s luck had tanked.
You still hadn’t found any sign of civilization when an old, abandoned cabin came into view, more of a barn than an actual cabin, but sturdy enough to maybe buy you a few minutes.
You yanked the door open, hurried inside and shoved a heavy wooden plank against it for good measure.
The interior was dusty and empty. At least you weren’t completely exposed anymore… though you were arguably more trapped than before.
Too late to rethink your decisions.
Heavy footsteps thudded across the roof above you. The alien wasn’t even trying to be stealthy now. It wanted you to know it was right there, done playing hide and seek.
Only “seek” remained.
“Fuck…” you whispered, crawling backward across the floor, hoping it would somehow not see you.
It knew exactly where you were though.
CRACK.
The roof gave way with a loud snap. You barely had time to scramble aside as the hunter plummeted through the ceiling and crashed onto the floor just a few meters away from you.
You stared, wide-eyed.
“Did you really just fall through the roof—?” You slapped a hand over your mouth to smother the giggles already trying to escape your lips. Guilt tried to creep in, but it was losing badly to disbelief.
Who was unlucky enough to fall through a roof?
Apparently this predator.
It rose with surprising grace, but the deep, rumbling growl that followed made it very clear it was done with your shenanigans and your absurd luck.
Its head snapped toward you, rubbery locks swaying as it began stalking forward with heavy, furious steps.
“Wait-wait, wait!” you begged, still crawling backward.
Another loud crack echoed from above.
Both of you froze, heads tilting upward at the same time.
That split second was all you needed.
You scrambled to your feet and sprinted toward the opposite exit. The predator roared and lunged after you, moving impossibly fast, yet somehow still keeping just enough distance.
You slammed your shoulder into the door, bursting outside right as the rest of the ceiling collapsed behind you in a thunderous crash of wood and dust.
The alien dove through the doorway at the last second, rolling across the ground and coming up in a crouch.
Your heart was hammering so hard you could feel it in your teeth. A few meters away, the predator was bent over with its clawed hands on its knees, breathing heavily.
The sight was so strangely… human that it threw you off for a second. For just a moment, you almost felt bad for it.
That moment died instantly.
“Fuck!” you yelped as fresh adrenaline flooded your system. You took off running again as it bolted your way.
“What the fuck do you even want from me?!” you shouted over your shoulder, exasperated.
But you already knew the answer, luck was still on your side. Somehow, you would keep figuring it out.
And figure it out you did.
The next time it caught up with you, you managed to knock a massive beehive straight onto its head. The enraged swarm exploded around the alien as it frantically ripped its mask off, roaring in frustration. The bees ignored you completely while you snatched the discarded mask off the ground and sprinted away like your life depended on it (which it very much did).
The time after that, you had been wearing its mask like an oversized helmet and accidentally screamed the right command. The plasma caster on its shoulder suddenly swiveled and blasted its own arm. The alien’s shocked roar still echoed in your ears.
But luck was running out.
Next time you two met, it fired a strange mechanical wire at your legs.
The cords wrapped around your ankles and yanked you to the ground. Just as it raised its weapon for a clean finishing shot, some furious wild cat launched itself at the alien, slashing a deep gash across its thigh before the predator snapped the animal’s neck in retaliation.
And now here you both were.
The Yautja stood a short distance away, limping, bleeding neon green from multiple wounds, maskless and exhausted. Its gold eyes burned into yours with fury and genuine bewilderment.
“I don’t even know why I’m still here!” you screamed at it, throwing your hands up.
It answered with a loud roar, mandibles flaring wide.
Somehow, after days of running, the sight of that deadly predator wasn’t as terrifying as it used to be. It was starting to feel… almost familiar.
“I’ll give you your mask back if you just please—” You exaggerated your own frustration with a dramatic groan.
The beast let out a lower, rumbling growl this time. Not really a roar. More like a warning to stay away from it.
“Oh… okay then,” you muttered. “Take it. Just stop following me. Nothing good has come out of this for either of us!”
The alien roared again, sounding almost… offended.
You startled, then immediately frowned.
“You want the mask or not?”
You tossed it gently toward the alien, then took two cautious steps back.
It eyed you warily from head to toe before slowly approaching the mask, moving like it had been Pavlovian-conditioned to expect chaos anytime you were involved. Every time it had tried to attack or intimidate you, something ridiculous and painful had happened to it instead. It had clearly learned to be careful around the tiny, unassuming human.
Its head tilted, rubbery dreadlocks shifting with the motion as its golden eyes stayed locked on you.
It crouched down carefully, claws reaching for the mask.
A loud, booming sound suddenly erupted from the trees to your left.
Both of you snapped your heads toward the noise at the same time.
A hoard. Something big. Loud. And definitely not friendly.
The Yautja snatched its mask, slammed it onto its face and leaped over a fallen tree in one graceful motion. You stumbled backward and pressed yourself behind the nearest thick trunk, heart racing again.
The roar of the incoming horde grew louder, heavy footsteps, snapping branches and guttural snarls echoing through the trees.
You peeked from behind the trunk just in time to see the predator crouch low, blades extended, clearly ready to fight. Its mask scanned the treeline, its shoulders tense.
For a split second, you considered running again. Then your stupid, exhausted brain had a better idea.
“Hey!” you hissed, waving one arm to get its attention. “Truce? Just for now? I really don’t want to die today!”
The alien’s head snapped toward you. Its gold eyes narrowed behind the mask, mandibles clicking once in clear disbelief. After everything you had put it through, you were asking for an alliance?
A massive, boar-like creature burst from the trees, followed by three more. They were ugly, spiked and very territorial.
One charged straight at you.
You yelped and dove sideways. At the exact same moment, the predator fired its plasma caster. The shot meant for the beast went wide because you had moved and instead clipped a dead tree branch above you. The branch snapped off and plummeted, smacking the creature squarely on the head and knocking it out cold.
The other three monsters came to a halt, confused.
You lay on the ground, blinking up at the sky. “Okay… that one wasn’t even my fault.”
The predator (and temporarily your ally) made a sound , maybe the alien version of a long-suffering sigh.
What followed was the most paradoxical team-up in the galaxy’s history.
Every time the alien tried to strike, your luck turned its attacks into the perfect accidental ambush. A thrown spear missed its target and ricocheted off a rock, knocking out two beasts at once. When it leaped to slash at another, you tripped over a root at the perfect moment, causing the predator to accidentally use you as a springboard and crash into the final creature with twice the force.
By the end, the entire horde lay unconscious around you.
Silence finally returned to the forest.
You sat up slowly, covered in dirt and leaves, breathing hard. The alien stood a few meters away, staring at the battlefield, then at you, with defeat painted all over its figure. Neon blood trickled from fresh wounds. Its armor was dented. One of its locks bleeding.
You gave it a sheepish little wave.
“I’m serious this time. No more running. I’m exhausted. Let’s just call it a draw.”
The alien approached you slowly, still careful, as if expecting the sky to fall the moment it got too close. It stopped just out of arm’s reach and tilted its head, studying you like you were the most baffling creature it had ever found in all its hunts.
But what had you staring in disbelief was its reaction once he fully stood in front of you.
It took its mask off and let out a low, rumbling sound, not like the roars that have been hunting you, no, that almost sounded like a chuckle. Dry. Reluctant. Amused against its will.
You couldn’t help but grin, letting out the breath you’ve been holding since it came closer. “Yeah, I don’t know what the hell happened either.”
The alien clicked its mandibles once, then slowly placed the mask back on. The red lenses flared to life. It straightened to its full imposing height, but the usual menace felt… muted.
It pointed one claw at you, then at the ground, then made a sweeping motion with its hand, the universal sign for “stay here.”
You raised an eyebrow. “You’re coming back?”
Another click that you took as a “yes”.
Before it turned to leave, it paused. His claw hand reached to its belt and tossed something small at your feet. A small, glowing device that blinked, some kind of tracker or beacon, maybe? Then it leaped into the trees and vanished with far less grace than usual, its limp still obvious.
You picked up the device, turning it over in your hands.
A few hours later, when a rescue helicopter finally appeared overhead (guided by some mysterious signal), you couldn’t stop laughing.
Somewhere deep in the forest, a very tired, very unlucky alien predator was probably nursing its wounds and replaying the last three days in its head, wondering how one small, ordinary human had managed to turn a simple hunt into the most humiliating experience of its life.
And maybe, it was already looking forward to the rematch.
Maybe not.
a/n: This was harder to write than any dramatic scene I’ve ever written 🥲 comedy needs so much writing skill, but I hope you enjoyed this comedy relief story 😊 we’re gonna need some fun for the story updates that are coming 😅
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