Hello! My name is Karigan. Iām a 22 year old from Alberta Canada who was recently diagnā¦ Karigan Walsh needs your support for Help me with L
So as I may have mentioned in a previous update, I was diagnosed with Acute Myeloid Luekemia, and agressive form of blood cancer, specially in the bone marrow.
My work has cancelled my medical benefits due to lack of payment (which I had not been able to make due to unemployment). And unfortunately I do not qualify for medical EI.
If anyone could donate or even share this it would mean so much to me!
People often talk about advantages sleeping with a Yautja, I want to mention the disadvantages-
1. Their mouths donāt close all the way, the means theyāll be terribly loud mouth breathers and/or snorers.
2. Most human beds wonāt accommodate their larger size, so theyāll either take up a huge portion of the bed. Plus they probably wouldnāt like the idea of blankets and having something restricting them so every time you make your bed, youāll find them removed within the hour.
3. Dead things. Finish mopping the floor? Here comes your alien man or woman dragging a fresh kill in with their dirty feet.
4. If anyone even dares to talk to you, theyāre getting growled at and/or threatened. Itās hard to make new friends when your mate is constantly scaring them away.
Despite all these- I would still want a Yautja mate ;;
Outside the ship, the storm raged with enough force to make the metal walls groan underneath the pressure of the wind.
Frost started to become visible on the exposed pipes and vents throughout the lower levels of the vessel, and despite every fur blanket and thermal layer wrapped around your body, the cold still managed to seep deep into your bones until even your hands ached from trying to preserve what little warmth was still there.
Curled tightly inside the nest built into the corner of the room, you pulled another thick pelt over yourself and tried to stop shivering, the weak red glow from the heating unit nearby barely helped the frozen air filling the room.
Another violent blow shook the ship hard enough to rattle the walls.
Then the chamber doors opened.
Heavy footsteps echoed and before you even looked up, you already knew exactly who had returned. Your mate had to lower herself slightly to fit through the doorway, her tall frame made even larger by the layers of armour covering her body and the thick furs draped across one shoulder. She stepped fully into the room, one massive hand carrying her biomask while her golden eyes went to you.
The low clicking sound that left her throat the moment she saw you shaking under the blankets let you know that she was just as hurt by your sight as you were shivering.
You had learned enough of her sounds and body language by now.
āIām fine,ā you insisted, although your teeth nearly chattered through the words. Your mate answered with another low rumble that vibrated deep insdie her chest.
She walked over to you, her body radiating so much natural heat that you felt the difference before she even reached you.
The cold that had wrapped around your body for hours seemed to retreat in her presence.
Without speaking, she crouched beside the nest and reached for you.
The sheer size difference between you remained almost absurd no matter how much time passed between you, and even now it still startled you how easily she could lift your entire body against her chest as though you weighed nothing at all.
āHey,ā you protested softly as she gathered you into her arms, āI was comfortable.ā
A deep growl rolled through her chest, not angry, but filled with the familiar irritation she always displayed whenever you ignored your own limits.
The sound which said, stubborn little thing.
Your mate settled against the wall with you held securely in her lap before dragging every fur and blanket in the nest across both of your bodies, effectively trapping you against her chest while her arms wrapped completely around you.
The warmth hit instantly.
It spread through your freezing body, you let out a sighbefore you could stop it.
At the sound, your mate released a series of soft clicking noises.
āYouāre smug,ā you mumbled tiredly as one large hand began moving slowly along your back, the sharp edges of her claws barely catching against your clothes.
The contradiction had never ceased to fascinate you.
Outside these walls, she was feared even among her own kind, a massive huntress decorated in trophies and scars earned through battles, yet every ounce of that terrifying strength softened whenever she touched you, as though you were something precious enough to handle with care.
The storm outside worsened as snow slammed against the hull in forceful waves, but wrapped in her embrace, the noise slowly began fading into the background.
Your mate lowered her head until her mandibles brushed lightly against your hair in a gesture that had once terrified you when you first came to understand her affection, though now it filled your chest with a strange warmth entirely separate from the heat of her body.
āYou actually enjoy this weather, donāt you?ā you asked quietly.
A low trill answered you almost immediately.
Of course, she did.
The mighty hunter species built for impossible worlds and brutal climates remained perfectly comfortable while an entire moon froze under a raging blizzard.
āYouāre insane,ā you muttered.
Another pleased clicking sound escaped her. The laugh that slipped from you afterwards seemed to affect her instantly because the vibrations under your cheek changed into something deeper and softer, a low, deep purring came from her chest and into your body where you rested against her. Your eyes widened slightly.
āYouāre doing it again,ā you whispered.
The enormous Yautja tilted her head with an almost innocent look, but the continued purring vibrating through her body made any denial impossible.
āYou are absolutely purring.ā
She made no attempt to stop.
Smiling, you moved closer until your cheek was fully against her.
The sound, combined with the deep vibrations of her purring and the overwhelming warmth surrounding you, made you drowsy.
One hand settled against the back of your head, claws running through your hair while keeping you tucked against her.
Possessive.
Protective.
Completely devoted.
Your mate noticed the faint shiver that still moved through your body despite the blankets, and before you could react, she removed one heavy gauntlet before sliding her bare hand carefully beneath your clothing until her burning palm rested directly against your back.
The heat nearly stole the breath from your lungs.
Yautja body temperature had always bordered on absurd compared to humans, and in moments like this it felt less like being touched by another living creature and more like pressing yourself against living fire.
A pleased rumble escaped her as your entire body relaxed against the warmth.
āThatās cheating,ā you murmured sleepily.
Her mandibles twitched with amusement before she moved lower into the nest and pulled you more completely across her chest until your head rested beneath her chin while one arm remained securely wrapped around your waist. The other continued stroking slowly through your hair in movements so strangely tender that it still managed to catch you off guard sometimes.
At first, when she had taken you aboard her ship, you believed yourself nothing more than a curiosity to her, some strange little creature she found interesting enough to keep alive after discovering how stubbornly you survived conditions that should have killed you.
Then she became protective.
Then possessive.
And somewhere along the way, without either of you truly noticing when it happened, the mighty huntress who terrified entire clans had become unable to sleep properly unless you were curled safely against her chest.
You smiled faintly at the thought.
āYouād kill anyone who tried taking me away from you, wouldnāt you?ā
A low, dangerous growl vibrated through her body, deep enough that you felt it more than heard it.
There was not even the slightest hesitation.
Your mate lowered her forehead carefully against yours while her golden eyes remained fixed entirely on your face, their harsh intensity softened. One claw lifted slowly beneath your chin, forcing you to hold her gaze before she released the quiet clicking sound that you had eventually come to understand as the closest thing her species had to a spoken declaration.
Mate.
Every single time she made that sound, your chest tightened.
You lifted your hand slowly to rest against the side of her jaw, feeling the warmth of her skin.
āI know,ā you whispered softly with a smile.
Wrapped tightly within the arms of the deadliest creature you had ever known, surrounded by warmth, heavy furs, and the overwhelming affection of the female Yautja who had claimed you as hers, you could not remember ever feeling safer.
A/N: Happy Pride month everyone! š³ļøāš To celebrate, I brought the above Female Yautja x Female Reader. I hope you enjoyed!
Interesting question for my Yautja and Dark Crystal fans-
Would a Yautja consider SkekMal honourably? Would they respect him as a hunter? And if the two were to meet, who would win in a fight? Because keep in mind Thra is another planet so theoretically a Yautja could visit Thra and hunt there.
why are jotun and warlord so big? i raise āļøits because they are girls
what? why are you looking at me like that? hey! get your hands off me! JOTUN IS A WOMAN! A BIG BEAUTIFUL WOMAN! *i scream as they drag me to the padded room* THE FEMALES ARE LARGER!!! YAUTJA DONT HAVE TITS!! RELEEEASE MEEEEE š£ļøš£ļøš£ļøš£ļø
if you don't mind, any sfw/nsfw headcanons for our boy fugitive?
Sfw
Fugitive is handsy. he likes holding hands, touching your face and hair, he often fiddles with your fingers and clothes whenever youāre laying together watching tv or just close to one another, he canāt keep his hands off of you and heās very fine like that.
Fugitive is romantic. He learns things very, very quick, like every yautja, he adapts very quickly, so when he discovers how humans value romanticism, heās very down for it, he does his research and heās very eager to show you everything heās learned, flowers, special gifts made by him, nice dates outside, the whole package.
Will listen to you, always. Fugitive likes to hear you talk, explain things to him and talk about the earth and human culture in general, he likes the earth, humans are very stupid, but he doesnāt mind them, as long as heās got you, he doesnāt care about anything else.
If shit goes down, youāre going to space. Hurricanes? Floods? FIRES? Hahaaaa, no. Heās throwing you over his shoulder, grabbing your stuff and your pet and shoving everybody in his scout ship, itād take a lot of talking to convince him to live on earth full time again.
Nsfw (*wink wonk*)
Fugitive is eager. Depending on the day, there might be not a lot of kisses and caresses, Fugitive is at the prime of his age, not a youngblood, not an elder, heās at the breeding peak of yautja maturity, so when you spend time apart, be prepared for -good-, -long lasting- welcome sex.
Fugitive likes to be on top. Be it any position, most males yautjas are usually beaten by their females, so itās a nice thing he can love you, hold you close and thrust in and out without fearing you hitting him for it.
Doggy style is a thing. a yautja female would never agree to be on this vulnerable position, so when Fugitive puts his hands on your hips and thrusts inside, the view he has of your naked back, soft, smooth skin, heās really gone, a primal breeding instinct takes over and heād jerk his hips at a fast pace, going as deep as this position allows him to.
Roars and Growls. Fugitive is very vocal, the only times he will try to keep quiet is when thereās a risk of somebody hearing you, other than that, he will let you know how good you make him feel, itās not very hard to tell by his panting and strained growling from trying so hard not to come before the time.
Will go for HOURS. Yautja stamina is a joke, really, you must tell him when to stop or when you need some rest, or else heād rut you until morning came and still have the energy to go if you were up for it.
Slow sex is also a thing. Fugitive likes to watch his member slowly go in and out of you, often teasing you by going very fast and then very slowly, just to have you ask him to please pick a pace and quit being a mean tease.
Fugitive loves your legs. Yautjas are very far from being soft, human (males and females) both have soft skin, Fugitiveās favorite position has to be the one where he holds your leg up, hugging it while he thrusts into you. he loves stroking the thighs and feeling the curves and muscles there, he runs his hands up and down your legs, often stopping to feel your ass and purr into your ear.
I swear there are so many Yautja that are slept on or some I donāt see talked about very often.
Kaail? Like this man is the OG Yautja! His design looks sick as hell and heās such a pretty boy over all.
And donāt even get me started on the Witch Predator from Hunting Grounds. Sweet baby Jesus I think I just found my new queen.
She low-key gives me Mangkwan vibes from Avatar but she looks like an absolute badass. I both fear her and want her to call me a good girl before stabbing me-
I was thinking a hella funny story where reader was minding her business one night only go into the kitchen and find all her favorite yautjas in there and everyone is just having a staring contest can I request a story like this please
You return home after a horrible day shoveling snow, its been snowing crazy hard where you live right now. You enter your apartment to find...berserker...feral...Celtic...everyone in your kitchen just making themselves at home.
"What's...going on?" you ask nervously ducking down to miss the projectile that was in fact a frozen waffle
"Your earth cooking technology is bothersome.." Feral mumbles, "there is no raw meat? Why do you purchase food pre cooked?"
"To save time?" you say shoving into your crowded kitchen and smelling the burning air, "What's burning?"
"this item says to preheat" berserker says holding up a large can of biscuits, "So I am preheating the kitchen"
You look to your left, Celtic eating through a can of beans, to your right Feral breaking the door off your fridge, both of them reek of sweat
Suddenly the smoke alarm goes off due to the oven being open, everyone pauses. Your eyes slowly scan the room, and dart to each male...
Yay! The first prints of my Yautja fanart have appeared! I'm still at the stage of working things out with the print shop regarding the right color balance for the prints. But what do you think of it?
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Would you like to hang something like this on the wall in your room? š
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