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friendly-alien-fucker · 14 hours
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I headcanon Yautja in some clans may use bread to soak up the leftovers of soups and stews, or as napkins and plates similar to some human cultures - presently and in antiquity.
Also, it's cute to think about Yautja pups dipping chunks of bread into their soups/stews with their little hands. That's what little kids like to do. They like to make mealtime fun, and they don't always like using utensils (either because it's hard or they just don't want to), but they want to be able to do some things for themselves. It's also a nice way to introduce them to new foods, tastes, and textures.
Can also picture ultra-ancient Yautja doing the same thing.
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I am dead serious when I say that you guys need to start giving writers feedback more often. I have a fic here that has a total of 4015 notes and only 218 aren't likes. So, let me break this down for you a bit.
Of 4015 notes, 186 are reblogs and 32 are comments. Two reblogs, as well as comments, are mine so I'll subtract them from the equation making the total number of notes 4011 (184 rbs, 30 comments, 3,797 likes).
Of the 184 reblogs, 16 are private, meaning they're absolutely useless in spreading and sharing the piece. The remaining 168 consists of 136 reblogs falling under "other reblogs" while only 32 fall under "comments and tags." And of the 32 under "comments and tags," only 9 have something besides a copy of the tags that I included in my initial post.
The 184 reblogs make up 4.6% of the total notes, the reblogs under "comments and tags" make up 0.8% of the total notes, and the reblogs under "comments and tags" with anything besides tags copied from the initial post make up 0.2% of the total notes.
At one point, I reblogged the post, asking if anyone wanted a part two. That's when I got my first comments. The first 6 comments were in response to that, and of the 30 total comments (excluding my own), only two were unrelated to a part two. Which means I can guarantee that I wouldn't have had that many comments had I not posed the question of a sequel fic.
And if I add those 2 comments to the 9 reblogs, I get 0.3% of the total notes on my post that make up the portion of notes that aren't likes, empty reblogs, or comments about a part two. And that's me being generous because two of the reblogs actually do mention a part two.
I also posted a poll asking what people wanted in part two, and that poll got 238 votes. That is 54 people more who voted for what they wanted in a part two that didn't reblog or help push part one.
Don't get me wrong, I love seeing people in my notifs liking my posts, but sometimes it's just not enough. It is utterly exhausting waking up to multiple hundreds of notifications and not seeing a single person compliment your work. You guys will like stuff, follow, and then head straight to the inbox asking for more. I know it's been said a hundred times before, but we are not machines; we do this for free in our spare time.
The post in question was written when I was tired out of my mind, and I ended up not liking it, so I let it sit in my drafts. I briefly mentioned it on my blog and was met with one of my followers showing interest in the idea, which prompted me to revise, edit, and post it. It was a gift, as are all fics and pieces of art by writers and artists on this site, and yet it was treated like a commodity.
When people say it's unmotivating they're not kidding. When I had 100+ asks in my inbox, all of them being requests, I felt like I had the worst case of writers block known to man. I would open my inbox and immediately close it because the idea of posting anything knowing the only response would be more requests, was awful.
When people leave little messages in the tags, full-blown commentary, or kind messages in my inbox referencing posts, I feel more motivated than ever. Those responses are what drives me to write more. But when I, and other writers, are being treated like we're here to cook up whatever fantasisies you have in mind, I can't help but side-eye a little.
We wouldn't write if we didn't enjoy it, but the moment it feels like a job, it becomes that much less enjoyable, and then everybody loses. Just send a kind message to your favorite writers every once in a while. I promise it'll make their day.
I would also like to say that as I've written this, I've seen more people like that post. So, there's that.
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I desperately wanna motorboat Predator or give him a kiss
-Bo
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//I used to be feared, now, oomans call me daddy//
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NSFW thoughts under the cut!
The hunt is a big part of yautja culture and that includes their mating.
To gain the right to mate with their female counterparts they have to be proficient hunters, and not just for their approval- their mating in itself is a whole hunt. And adding to that the fact that females are typically larger and stronger than males...
Truthfully, a lot of male yautja die as virgins- so imagine how they'd feel when you proposition them
Asking, begging them to fuck you.
And when they agree you're so compliant. You're not even putting up a fight, not that you could, really. You're so small, so weak, completely at their mercy and to do with as they please.
And they do. Running their claws down your soft skin with juuust the right amount of pressure to not break the skin, ripping through your clothes to show just how easy it would be for them.
They're obsessed with how much power they hold over you. Positioning their cock over your stomach to show you just how deep they can reach, and then slowly sinking into you.
Not moving until you start begging again- "tell me little one, how badly do you need this?"
Then furiously rutting into you with a complete disregard of your comfort, using you like a Fleshlight, like a tool that exists sorely for their own pleasure.
Fucking you for hours until your legs have become too shaky and they have to hold them up. And then, when they finally reached their first orgasm and fill you up, you realize with horror that they're still hard.
And when they see the look on your face at the realization they chuckle because you asked for this, and they're not going to stop until they're satisfied.
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Actually hold on. Here:
So... y'all are fine with me horny posting or?
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So... y'all are fine with me horny posting or?
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I'm down bad today, so NSFW thoughts under the cut.
I want to be a yautja's pretty little pet. Their life trophy. Have my own little cage in their quarters where I sleep, only leaving it to eat or to entertain them. And whenever they want to show me off they put a collar on me (as if they didn't put a tracking ship in me already) and parade me around the ship naked because "pets dont wear clothes" and even dumb little oomans like me should know that.
I want them to claim me surrounded by other yautja and tell me that the only reason I'm not stuffed full of them is because they know that I'm theirs.
"they can look all they want but only I get to touch you, little one. Now spread your legs nice and wide so I can show them what they can't have."
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i hate hate hate hate hate hate hate when a monster is loved and that love turns them human I HATE IT I HATE IT SO MUCH. tell that thing that goes bump in the night that you love the way its fangs glimmer in the moonlight and the way its horrible gnarled claws are so gentle with you or GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!!!!!!!!!!
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HEEEEEEELPPPPPP
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Im being attacked!!!!!!1!!1!1!1!!1
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Im being attacked!!!!!!1!!1!1!1!!1
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Im being attacked!!!!!!1!!1!1!1!!1
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Yes I know he's hot yes I know it's nice to imagine him being a beast in bed but...I just can't stop thinking about how vulnerable a relationship with Thomas Hewitt would be...
Like my man's got seven flavours of trauma, to even get him to the point of actually feeling safe enough to touch let alone be with you is a long journey. And I'm convinced once you get him to this point, realistically, soft is all he'd want to be with you.
His entire life he's been seen as the strong guy, as an animal, and he's worked in a slaughterhouse long enough for him to actually view other people as animals. Not to mention that he's surrounded by people (especially Hoyt) who indulge this behavior. Who praise him for it. (Also yes praise is not a kink with this man, it's a requirement.)
With you he'd want to just be...human. To kiss and be kissed, to experience gentle touches and to actually believe the positive words said about him. And maybe he doesn't yet but he so, so wants to. (God, that scene where he gets out of the basement with the mask and luda tries to touch his face and he just...turns away)
Another thing I've been thinking about that's been pulling on my heartstrings is that because of his trauma, if he ever did get rougher with you and you were to actually scream in bed, this man would be horrified
Because at some point the screams of humans and the screaming of animals stop sounding all that different and never ever wants to think of you this way. Not you. Never you.
Just ugh.
I know not eeeveryone who's into TCM loved The Beginning, but it's my favorite movie of the franchise and I could go on about it for hours
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friendly-alien-fucker · 2 months
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I love your headcanon's and one shots, if you get the chance could you possibly do some headcanon's with a gender neutral reader that has a smoking problem? Like reader always has a pack of smokes or a vape on them and they panic or get pissed off if they can't find their vape? Iv had this idea in the back of my mind for a few weeks
A Yautja with a smoker s/o
Request by @floffymoth
• This yautja has a lot of question, the first of which is: why?
Listen, they have seen a lot of different creatures. They are familiar with other culture's medicine and questionable rituals but...this just doesn't seem to help you??
At first they simply accepted that this is something you needed to survive, which was made apparent by how frantic you'd get whenever you'd misplaced your...stick. But the more they observed you the more they noticed how little it seemed to actually improve your quality of life. Hell they even saw you get coughing fits from it sometimes!
• The stick has to go!
They love you as you are. You know this. But now they also know, thanks to the intense research of yautja hoomanologists, that your life expectancy actually decreases through your little habit. So they're going to show you just how much they love you by helping you get rid of it!
Wh- no- so what if their life expectancy also dramatically decreases through fights to the death!? Thats totally different! You're hooman, you wouldn't get it! Besides, they're the strongest warrior of all so that doesnt affect them anyways. Mphf.
• The easy way
First they'll try to gently coax you into stopping by showing you all the studies done on it, because everybody listens to science right? Once they discover that reading an article will not eradicate an addiction, they'll try and lay home how it's affecting your general life instead.
Isn't it frustrating to be dependent on that thing? And what if you were stranded in the wilderness, trying to survive? The smell might attract foes! Well, yes, of course they'd be there to protect you. But still! Think about it!
• The hard way
And If all fails....they're a lot taller and stronger than you. It's not that difficult for them to block your physical access to the stuff.
Though, let's be honest. One pleading look and it's back in your hands.
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friendly-alien-fucker · 2 months
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Love it when a Yautja grabs a grown ass man by the throat and lifts them high off the ground like they weigh absolutely nothing to them. Also love it when they get in that aggressive battle stance where they spread their arms wide apart and flare their mandibles as they roar at their adversary.
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friendly-alien-fucker · 2 months
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HOLY FUCK. IS THIS REAL? IS IT? PLEASE TELL ME IT IS.
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Good morning monster fuckers we are SO back
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friendly-alien-fucker · 3 months
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Being with an ooman brought forth a good number of oddities, most of which they adored.
You were different from them, in terms of looks, yes, but also in terms of culture. And as they whiped away the liquid streaming from your eyes they realized once again how different you were in terms of morals as well.
"I'm a monster!" you sobbed, your voice frantic and shaky, and they took you into their arms on instinct at the sound.
"You're overreacting." They attempted to console you, which didn't quite work as intended they came to realize as you slapped their chest.
"I killed it! The poor little fella... they already have such a short lifespan..."
Seeing you in so much pain over the death of a being that didn't even have a conscience, they wondered how you managed to think of them as anything other than a monster. With their walls of proudly displayed trophies.
Some of them had only half your life expectancy, some lived longer than them. Some even had family.
"Fella?" they instead focused on consoling you through your strange breakdown "what makes you so sure it was male?"
You gasped, your eyes suddenly wide in horror "I didnt even think of that! What if it was female? What if it was expecting? What if I just killed an entire bloodline??!"
Though they were apparently not very good at it.
Unsure on what to do or say, they simply continued to hold you, the purring that they've subconsciously started to do getting louder.
"If it brings you any comfort", they began quietly as they heard your sobbing come to a slow stop "its unlikely it felt any pain, being the size that it was."
"It does," you mumbled, only parting from them shortly to whipe at your face "thank you."
They simply nodded.
How your species managed to become your planets apex predators remained a mystery to them.
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