#predator falconer

[qianbenfox-blog]

在小红书和大家玩的你评我画，非常开心的画了一堆表情包,不知道武士叫什么所以就不打tag了

[pyode-luar-ke]

heyyy My name is Nexus and I have been FIENDING for yautja’s again recently and seeing this made we wanna see who I would match with so bad😭😭

Personality wise I am an Aquarius and a ENTP so I’d say my personality is closest to like a goth Vanilla Mace, Dean Winchester, Deadpool, and Gumball from the show! I’m just a very silly and un-serious person, but at the same time, I’m also a great listener. I’m studying to be a marine biologist and therapist in my future so I pride myself and being attentive into what my partner needs; and being mature and communicative when shown the same thing because I am either cold and independent or clingy and touch-starved😭

I would prefer a romantic and sexual relationship just because they are soooo fine😈 I have many piercings and tats(the one thing I will put about my appearance is my bum is big which can be either a pro or con😭) and I loveee music, animals, working out , horror of all kind and SHARKKSSSSS🫶🫶🫶

Your match is...

Falconer

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Falconer has lived his life getting away with certain things by virtue of youngest sibling privilege. And as one of his species finest, he's often very successful. He's allowed himself to be a bit more lenient with his beliefs, often cutting corners with his innovative mind, and doesn't care much for strict, rigid tradition. This Super Predator feels superior to many of his Yautja cousins, and seeks to distinguish himself from them by doing the things many of them refuse to. One such act of defiance is his enthusiastic— if still very peculiar— relationship with you.

You caught Falconer's attention with your tenacity, expressiveness, and independent streak. He is invigorated by your energy, and likes that you are no fainting flower— This Yautja isn't one to take a partner who is weak-willed, he likes them feisty and willing to push back to him. And push back you must, Falconer can be a bit overbearing, dominating, and more than a bit annoying. Don't be afraid to give him the what-for or a piece of your mind, if anything he'll welcome it. Once again, the traits of the youngest brother...

Falconer does find solace in being very similar to you. You are both considered somewhat eccentric by your peers, eager, and some would even say senseless. While he doesn't consider himself a fool or dishonorable to himself or his clan, Falconer does admit he is the more lax, easy-going of his brothers. While immensely skilled and knowledgeable, he knows he has plenty to learn— A trait you seemingly feel the same about, given your choice of study. He likes your inquisitive mind, how you are attentive and methodical, all while maintaining your unique, bold personality. Falconer is very attracted to unique, bold things— As a trophy hunter, he is always looking for the next big challenge.

He always thought most humans were pitifully codependent on one another, yet you are an exceptional example! You can do things! It fills him with great joy and satisfaction to see your mind and body at work. In fact, he enjoys being able to do physically demanding things with you, as your penchant for exercise makes you a great partner. He'll introduce you to all manner of extreme techniques, hunting styles, and some absolutely crushing work outs. Of course, he knows your little human body won't be able to keep up all the way, but he is generally surprised whenever you get further than he thought... if anything, your stamina lights a little fire in his loins...

Falconer gets very desiring of you, often wanting your company, touch, and attention. Of course, the way he goes about it is flaunting himself to you and being something of an egotistical maniac, but all in the effort to impress you. Should you show any sort of approval with his actions and displays (He cannot stop showing how extensive his trophy wall is to you, you see it literally every day), he'll be on your interest like a hawk to a mouse.

He is intense in his courting methods, very forward and brazen, and Falconer dials up his intentions to the max. He is constantly retrieving dangerous and powerful prey for you, lining your nest with all sorts of fine goods, and even making it so you can indulge in your Earthen music. In fact, you become in possession of many a shark jaw in a very short time, a pert showcase of the Yautja's keen listening ability. You learn very quick how persistent he can be.

"Stubborn little ooman." The cooing, teasing words underscored by a brief series of clicks are muffled when Falconer turns his face against your side. He nuzzles, the sharp tips of his tusks poking at your belly. You laugh, basking in the attention. He'd been far more physical with you since you'd accepted his latest gift— the elongated skull of a 'kiande amedha', whatever that means— and more often than not, you were often squarely in his grasp, whenever and wherever. Even in spite of the present company: Tracker and Berserker's stares haven't left your back in ages, and you probably have burn holes in the back of your head by now. Not that you mind; Falconer is absolutely jacked. Who wouldn't want the world's broadest chest and beefiest arms to hold them tight? And in all the right places, at that! Your alien boyfriend is much too good to you on that principle alone. "Stubborn? Me?" You say through giggles, hands finding purchase around the thick locs of the Yautja's hair, drawing a groan from the large beast. He hisses a warning, but you ignore him and tug the waxy appendages, knowing to pull in the way that garners the most from their sensitive bases. Falconer snarls, the grip he has on your hips tightening. The whole time, his chest has not stopped rumbling with purrs. I got him right where I want him, you think with a smirk, which Falconer notices and takes as a challenge. He has adapted to human facial expressions quite well in your time with him and his brothers. "You want to play, sain'ja?" He seethes, his eyes wild with lust and elation. He's almost too gone to think clearly, too excited by your presence and reactions to act more like a respectable Yautja hunter. Falconer straightens, and you lose your grip on his head, much to your chagrin. But that just leaves toying with the odd, net-like body suit he wears instead, and you snap the strings a few times until the Yautja swats at your hands. "Eh, I'd probably win." You shrug, acting as non-committed as possible in order to rile him up. It's an incredibly easy task, and soon Falconer is above you, caging you in by the waist with his strong thighs. He's like an animal, heaving with each breath, mandibles quivering. It reminds you of an excitable dog, or even the crazed look a cat gets before they launch across a room. Falconer is usually very poised, but you seem to unlock some primal, wild part of him, when the mood is right. He's fun to tease. Then he surprises you. In the blink of an eye, you find yourself on your stomach, face pushed into the dirt by one meaty paw and hips pulled up high by the other. Scarcely, you think of his brothers, who truly aren't far and are probably still watching, but the concern easily dissipates. Your back strains, and that pure, liquid heat of desire pools in the low of your core before you can stop it. Then it happens: Falconer bites your ass. Actually. The sharp sting on the globe of your buttcheek is unbidden and completely unexpected. It hurts, but you're so stunned you don't make a noise aside from the strained, squeaky exhale that's pushed from your lungs. Falconer holds, just for a moment and dead silent, but long enough that you can feel every tusk, every fang of his inner mouth, the wet insides of his mandibles... It's like the mouth of a sturgeon. Or the sucker of an octopus. Then, just as quick, Falconer parts from you with a soft noise halfway between a pop and a squelch. A few beats pass before he begins to purr again. Your face is hot, your butt is throbbing, and suddenly you're very aware of Tracker and Berserker chittering with laughter. Holy shit... "I win." Falconer rumbles, and you shiver when he leans back in to drag his long, slimy tongue over the mark he left. It heals into a very perfect scar.

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[bonesmarinated]

he showed you his turtle, please respond

[therealdaddyvulture]

I love how instead of making yaujta ocs I'm just gonna develop existing characters to have personalities outside of their single piece of media

[qianbenfox-blog]

Happy non-birthday

[pyode-luar-ke]

Congrats on 500 followers! I’ll throw my hat in the ring for this, I wanna see what Yautja I’ll end up with hehehe.

Ok for my personality: I’m relax and quiet, for the most part, unless they’re a friend, I tend to be more talkative but I just like to stay at home and learn about stuff I like or want to know, I got ADHD so I tend to gravitate towards a lot of stuff from comics, history, whale, seals, and horses, I love to share my interest through drawing or just yapping about what I just learned from some info i got, however, sometimes I do hate change, like loosing an interest or walking in a new city, I also can get annoyed of things quite easily, usually from sounds disturbing the peace but I try to calm myself down even if it gets overstimulating.

Likes: I like a lot of media from movies, shows, and comics, I love rock, metal, and folk music, action figures, nature, and other fun stuff like witchcraft and tarot readings.

Dislikes: distracting sounds, someone talking over me, trolling me too much to the point I get stressed , someone getting too touchy since im ticklish.

My type of relationship is just someone who listens to me and able to respect with my boundaries since i fear i kinda have a lot.

Either romantic or platonic, is find by me.

Your match is...

Falconer

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Very active and agile, this Yautja can keep up with you, no matter the direction your mind (or body) is headed in. Falconer is very persistent, and is forever eager to learn as much about you as possible. He may test your boundaries, but give him enough shit and he'll respect them— When the right person pushes back just right, this Super Predator is smitten!

Falconer is obsessed with you. It's a trait of his to put 120% into all that he does, and you are no different. He is used to violent, weaponized humans that make for dangerous prey and worthy hunts— Not humans that relish in the small things in life and read his 'fate' with 'tarot cards'. Falconer does not understand the purpose of the flimsy sheets of paper, but he does find it interesting when you draw meaning from the tiny images.

(Vaguely, it reminds him of ancient Yautja religious practices, though he is rusty in his knowledge of that aspect of his culture.)

Falconer is very unorthodox, which contributes to why he keeps you around, safe at the hunting camp (which he often leaves for stretches of time). Most Yautja of his clan see humans merely as potential prey, only if they are deemed vicious enough. You are, generally, not that; if your affable yet easy to stress demeanor gives that away. His hunt brothers do not understand his affinity to you, but Falconer pays them no mind— As the youngest, he thinks they're both old and stuffy. Besides, he's the most honorable among them anyways, which is a point he ensures to tell you and everyone who will listen.

If Berserker or Tracker are at all bothered by the ruckus you're making, they don't bother showing it. Where they are still indifferent to your presence (at least now they don't hiss and spit at you each time they see you), Falconer has become absolutely infatuated. You curl your lip up in distaste, pushing at the Yautja's beefy arm in an attempt to remove it from your body. Unfortunately, your actions have done little but spurn him to squeeze you tighter, purring in contentment. His chest rumbles against your back, sending tingles all through your body. Falconer is much too warm, and the sheer amount of touching is starting to drive you crazy. You have half a mind to beg his hunt brothers for help, but you know that effort would be futile. "Falconer!" You snap, finally reaching your breaking point, "Let go, you idiot!" The Yautja pauses his purring, briefly, casting you a curious glance before they start up again with a fervor. This time, you practically growl, squirming and thrashing with a bit more ferocity due to your annoyance. Before Falconer had decided to absolutely crowd your space and act like an overgrown, clingy toddler— You'd been enjoying the weather! And a good book! Tracker had even given you something to eat; Although he technically threw the jerkied meat and fruit at your head... "So much fire for a tiny creature!" Falconer chortles, the translator in your ear crackling. It was a device he made swiftly after you'd arrived at the hunting camp, his innovative mind quick to solve the language barrier issue. It wasn't perfect, and often disregarded slang, but you made do. Especially now. "You are such a big, clingy baby— Now let me go, freak!" You yell at the Yautja, slapping him on his pale yellow chest. He merely brushes away your swats with his free hand, having caged you with a single arm. His teal mandibles dance up and out— A Yautja smile— and his eyes are bright with mirth. Falconer makes to quell your protests by pressing his ridged, domed head to yours, but you aren't having it. For the last time, Falconer has disturbed your peace. And now you are going to give him a taste of his own medicine. He'd accosted you while you were eating one of the large fruits Tracker gave you. It's a big, soft red thing that stains everything its juice touches. This one is particularly ripe, almost too far gone to eat. You slam that motherfucker directly into Falconer's face. He jolts back, mandibles flaring in shock. You begin laughing. Berserker and Tracker join in too, rasping with laughter at their brother's humiliation. The bright red stain on the Yautja's face doesn't fade for nearly a week.

Regardless, the only thing he regards higher than his weapons— Of which he invented most of them— or even the Hunt, is you. He is so focused on you that he often neglects his other duties, as you've become something of a fascination of his. Falconer is constantly watching you... like a hawk... and when he is close, he can get handsy. It's a very unfortunate period of time for you when Falconer discovers and promptly exploits all your ticklish places (until, of course, you tell him off).

When he isn't overly playful or teasing, Falconer makes for an excellent teacher and mentor, once you show him your willingness to learn new things. He is quite smart for his age, tech savvy too, and will delight in showing you his gadgets and gizmos that he's innovated over time. While he finds your interests to be captivating (especially those books of colorful characters you've showed him), he is a bit self-centered when it comes to all of the achievements he wants to show you. Also, he isn't completely dismissive of traditional Yautja methods of hunting, and he will also desperately want to teach you combat and fighting styles.

Falconer can be a bit overbearing, and definitely more than a bit boorish and rough, but he is also a big dope. Your humanness doesn't perturb him, and finds your soft tiny body more fun that he probably should admit. He's something of a braggart and can have a bit of an ego, but it's done out of a desire to display his prowess to you. It takes time, but you will find yourself comforted and relaxed by him as much as he finds himself molding to your existence as well!

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🫣 Another Yautja that has eyes for you...

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