Changed her a tiiiny bit, tried to lean into the 1980s-ish dolls vibes mixed with what I already have going on with my PPT redesigns. She talks with that sock pupper like Funtime Freddy with Bon Bon
The name Spider would mean something different. In the canon, they gave it to him because he likes climbing. Here, Death (War and Destruction) due to its predatory capacity and the toxicity of its venom. And if he is Varang's favorite human and if he follows the canon and she is with Quaritch, that is what her "son" does.
I loveeee the thought of waking up in the morning beside my elder mate until reality sets in. I forgot to where my bonnet last night & it didn’t even cross my mind.
For my fellow black baddies & curly head girlies it’s either a complete disaster or a lucky accident. Your mate’s claws would DEFINITELY get caught in your hair more times than you’d like them to. The feeling of snuggling up against their warm body is amazing, however the wake up is horrible. They’d feel bad, but you’ll never forget to cover your hair again.
I’m a firm believer that they’d probably treat you like a pampered pet sometimes. Not out of disrespect, but just simply because it’ll take them a WHILE to learn affection. Also due to the size difference & not wanting to hurt you. So expect lots of cute necklaces, bracelets, covers, head pats, cuddles, etc.
I bruise & wound easily, so I can only imagine the scratches & cuts on your legs or body throughout the night (Coming from someone who has weirdly sharp nails & sleeps wild). It’s not on purpose at all, but you knew what you signed up for lol.
They LOVE Bonnets. (I will DIE on that hill) At first they’d be confused at seeing you where a “muffin hat” to bed until you explain it protects your hair. I their “locs” are highly sensitive, so he’d secretly love that the bonnet covers them. He definitely wore his pink satin bonnet on a hunt or two
They would definitely play with you ass. I read someone’s post recently (can’t remember who) & it expressed they would love to feel how soft you are. So if you are a thicccc girlie, they’d love to jiggle you around
They’d be terrified of wigs cause what do you mean this is not your hair & is possibly someone else’s. The concept of “ripping” another person’s hair out & putting it on your head sounds sadistic. It sounds dramatic but when you think about it, it is a little wild.
Hopefully i can come up with more later. This is my third time attempting to write these🥲. I hope yall enjoy.
some things humans do that seems like self mutilation to your yautja mate
when you cut your nails or file them down after they break off unevenly, constantly annoying you or scratching over your skin. it looks like you’re de-clawing yourself to your yautja and the next time you try to file down your nails, the nail kit is harder to find or has been used up as target practice while a very much innocent yautja clicks and clack his mandibles around
when you cut your hair short or at least trim the edges, especially at home. to yautjas, their dreadlocks AKA tentacles, are their extra sensors. they must be greatly taken care of, handled with care and even longer and well maintained dreadlocks are greatly desired amongst yautja society. long and well cared of dreadlocks means the yautja is an experienced hunter and old even in some cases and their kin desires to be an experienced, well aged, elder hunters. some tribes would even cut off the dreadlocks of prisoner yautjas of other tribes or bad bloods, so whenever the snipping sound of the scissor rings out, your mate has to suppress a shiver or hold back an angered growl at the scissors for daring to hurt his mate. the first few times, there were definitely snatching away of the sharp object or perhaps even one of their precise laser beams were fired to kick that thing away from your hair and hands. but even after many times of explaining and soothing, your yautja mate would still have some problem hiding his angered growl every time you snip away at your hair
whenever you brush your teeth. brushing teeth is nothing known to them due to their mouth anatomy and fangs. plus, their diet consists of fresh, uncooked meat most of the time which requires sharp canines and not so bright teeth (side note: yellow teeth are okay in humans because the actual bone color is yellow so yellow teeth means strong teeth or so i read). besides, the sound the brush makes when you brush your teeth sounds like the one a file would make when filing down bones so to them, it sounds like you’re filing down your fangs. sometimes, your yautja mate thinks that perhaps this is why you need to eat cooked meat and doesn’t have sharp fangs like him. and of course, the first few times, your toothbrush went missing
‘oomans are very weird with odd customs and desire for self-mutilation. sometimes, your mate would think this is perhaps why ‘oomans are so physically weak. that they purposefully make themselves weaker and would sometimes even have a growing sense of respect for ‘ooman warriors for even with all these self-mutilations and making themselves weaker, smaller and slower, they still manage to survive and sometimes even win against yautjas. ‘oomans were truly fascinating little creatures. but right now, your yautja is more keen to the idea of wrapping his body around your smaller one to keep you safe while you rest. though one of the many positive aspects, is that you make cute noises in your sleep
do you guys think that yautjas have like,,, their own form of social media and thirst edits and stuff? like one of the yautjas would be like:
“this is my hear me out”: shows picture of human reader after another gladiatorial combat, all messy, tired, filthy and most definitely covered in whatever blood of the creature
and the comments are either
yautja.No1: you fool, your “hear me out” is supposed to be something diabolical. like xenomorph or something
ooman_fvcker: i’m hearing you out
galacticalmenace: that ain’t a “hear me out”. that’s a “hold me back”
Could you write something where the reader nicknames Kirsh Dandelion and when he asks why she calls him that. The reader would respond with “because I wanna blow you” or something along those lines and also cause his hair looks like a dandelion puffball/blowball. (Also this idea came to me after seeing a meme about Kirsh. I’ll tag the person when I find it later.)
pfffft, i love this.
Kirsh, more often than not, tended to pay little attention to the lab techs that circulated throughout the Neverland Research Facility. The intensive work environment meant that the turnover rate was higher here than at any of the other Prodigy facilities, and it was no secret that he may have contributed to that. He ran a tight ship, especially in the lab, and when one of the techs inevitably misstepped, the transfer was a swift and efficient affair. So, when you were introduced to him as the latest of a long line of lab techs who came before you, he didn’t think much of you.
The first week, you were on your best behavior, asking all the right questions and assisting with anything and everything you could without complaint. The second week, you proved your competency, stepping in without being asked and posing ideas when he was busy ruminating on a problem.
By the third week, the mask of polite banality had begun to slip as you became more comfortable with your job duties and, subsequently, more relaxed around him. Atom came circling the lab like a vulture. Kirsh had no doubt it was on Boy’s orders, and typically, he could ignore the other synthetic’s presence, but Atom was far more involved during this instance, prattling on in corporate speak which essentially boiled down to Boy wanting results, and now.
Kirsh tried to be diplomatic, wearing a tight smile and speaking in hushed tones in a way he anticipated would get Atom out of his lab quickly, but Boy Kavalier’s right hand was insistent. After about an hour of his lab being intruded upon, the smell of smoke reached his processors, and both he and Atom turned swiftly to find something on your workbench had caught fire.
Atom’s eyes flickered from the flames to Kirsh before muttering, “I’ll leave you to it, then.” His exit was immediate, and as the doors to the lab hissed shut behind him, Kirsh was about to turn to reprimand you, you calmly pulled a fire extinguisher from behind your workbench and put the fire out without any pretense. The flames snuffed out easily enough, just the remnants of foam and smoke tinting the air of the lab.
“God, what a nuisance,” you mumbled to yourself, though it was loud enough for Kirsh to hear. When your eyes met his, you didn’t even seem phased by the events that transpired. “Well, Dandelion, I’m going to clean this up and then go on lunch.”
Then you were a flurry of limbs and cleaning products until your workbench looked like brand new and smelled like disinfectant. You were out the door before he even realized you had been referring to him as Dandelion.
It would not be the last time, as the curious nickname popped up now and then in your day-to-day conversations, all the while Kirsh became more aware of your other tendencies. You were quick-witted, snarky, with enough professional politeness in your voice that it usually completely went over people’s heads, but not Kirsh’s.
You didn’t make idle conversation or fill the silence just because it made you uncomfortable, which was something Kirsh valued in a lab tech. You knew when to speak and what to ask when you did, but otherwise, you were resolutely silent during lab hours with a steely focus that could have been mistaken for robotic if Kirsh hadn’t already scoured your file.
He’d seen you in the mess hall off duty, though, sitting around a table with some of the other lab techs from different departments, a crooked grin spreading on your face as you all shared stories and jokes, camaraderie. You were likable.
Not that Kirsh liked you, he found you tolerable, and despite any initial reservations he might have had towards you at the start of your employment, you were a good and capable worker.
Even if you kept referring to him as Dandelion with increasing frequency.
It was six months into your employment when his curiosity finally won over.
It’s a late night in the lab, and you’re finally on your way out, already daydreaming about your mediocre, stiff mattress waiting for you back in your quarters. Kirsh, as per usual, will be pulling an all-nighter, if you can even call it that, when he has no need to sleep. “All right, Dandelion, specimens are back in the cold freeze. I’m heading out,” you relay.
Usually, he wouldn’t even pause in whatever he was doing to bid you goodbye, sending you on your way without looking up with a low ‘have a good night’. This time, however, he set down the forceps in his hand and turned to face you, causing you to freeze in place just a few feet from the door.
“You call me that quite frequently. Dandelion. Is there a particular reason?” he asks. His stare is inquisitive as he holds your gaze.
There’s a part of you that knows you should feel shame for what you’re going to say. But you had committed to this path months ago when you first let your little nickname for Kirsh slip, and maybe you’re a masochist because then you proceeded to double down. “Because I want to blow you.” Your voice doesn’t shake when you say it, you don’t even stutter. Worse yet, you don’t even allow him to reply because you’re out the door in the next breath.
He's silent, staring at the space that you had just occupied seconds ago, feeling as though his processors were malfunctioning in some way when specific images started to flash in his mind.
The lab door hissed open again, and his gaze snapped up to you standing in the doorway, looking a bit out of breath as though you had rushed back. “And also, like, your hair, or whatever.”
And then, you’re gone again, and Kirsh is abandoning whatever work he intended to get done tonight to do some further research.
Chapters: 6/?
Fandom: Predator: Killer of Killers, Predator Original Series (1987-1990)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Relationships: Yautja (Predator)/Original Human Character(s), Baron (Predator)/Reader, Grendel King (Predator)/Reader, Ursa (Predator)/Grendel King (Predator)
Characters: Everyone Eventually, Baron (Predator), Reader, Grendel King (Predator)
Additional Tags: Rating May Change, Canon Typical Violence, Interspecies Relationship(s), Drabble Collection
Summary:
Ursa wakes to meet their leader.
CW: Vomiting, Mentions of past character death, threats, Pre-Relationship, Enemies to ???, Eating, Bonding over their children (on his part, anyways), Grendel is very amused by Ursa, She would very much like to slit his throat.
Imagine being taken- not as a great warrior but a great doctor- to take care of the captured warriors. To maintain any injuries or post-freeze illnesses before battles. To ensure they’re in too shape for their battles.
You know the warlord hates you. He can’t battle you, barely respects your skills but knows they’re needed. You’re just a necessity, a slave with immunity to battle but not cruelness.
One day one of the guards gets a little too rough with you. Slams you a little too hard into your cell and the warlord notices.
He notices.
The next thing you know, the guard’s head is on the floor.
You’re not immune to cruelness, but only he can touch you like that. You’re his.
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