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mintymarabell · 21 days
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Yall help I can’t do anything! 🙂
I have so many drafts from where I had an idea started, then it just left me.
Maybe I should post them and leave yall on cliff hangers. 🌚
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mintymarabell · 27 days
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Imagine an elder is in love with you but you already have a s/o so he is forced so watch you love someone else from afar.
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mintymarabell · 1 month
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I kinda of stole this from an old western show but imagine getting injured and having amnesia. An elder who cannot for the life of him find a mate, finds little oh you on earth and takes you in. When his son tells him you have amnesia maybe he comes up with this little devious plan to tell you, you’re his wife and that you’ve recently got married?
Maybe a couple months into the relationship though, between the doting and affection. You get your memory back and remember that you are not married to this strange alien thing and in fact do not live on this hot planet in the middle of nowhere.
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mintymarabell · 2 months
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Would a cannibal yautja exist?
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mintymarabell · 2 months
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Hear me out. It’s just a dream, yeah?
You all know those dreams? The ones where you dream of the perfect life, perfect s/o; but their face is blurred out?
Imagine this happening with a yautja and you are the blurred face but he’s never met you? Idk just bear with me!
Maybe he wakes up every morning with that longing feeling, always reaching for the other side of the bed to be met with nothing.
Maybe he’s a bad blood? Outcast? It’s kind of hard for him to get a mate so in these dreams when you visit him and show him affection and tenderness he can’t help but want to hold on.
It’d be his son that would notice, questioning him on his dazed behavior; they’d have a close relationship so of course the elder would tell his son his problems. On how he is plagued by a lover who he’ll never meet.
His son a little perplexed its human but doesn’t say anything until he mentions it’s possible you are real.
He would take note of it, taking more frequent trips to Earth. All the while still having the dreams.
Maybe one day he does find you; catches a glance. Your face was always blurred out but he knew it was you. He recognized you. Your hands that had cupped his face, your legs that would run through foreign planet fields he’d take you to, and of course your beautiful hair; he’d always run his fingers through it, marvel at how soft it always was.
Now you were there, right in front of him. Only now he could see your face and it was just as he had imagined.
He’d stay with you a few days, seeing if you had a mate. If you hadn’t, he’d begin to terrorize you the way you did him. It’d start out as brief touches, maybe he felt of the shirt you wore or let his hand pass across your back.
Though as time passed his touches became more bold, his hand becoming more prominent on your back, you’d wake up to your hair braided at night, socks now on your cold feet.
He’d take care of you, in a silent way. In a way you had somewhat taken care of him, thought you hadn’t even known/did it.
You on the other hand were thinking you were crazy, itching your head everytime something on your person changed.
Eventually he’d just take you; at night he’d pick you up as if you were newly weds, his mandibles nudging at your cheek as he carried you off into the night.
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mintymarabell · 2 months
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Bad blood elder yautja who cares in his own way
Sort of yandere.
You hated him, doubted he could have any emotional feelings for anything or anyone.
It’d been a few months since you’ve been taken, maybe longer considering it’s hard to keep track of time in a different galaxy.
The elder had you near him at all times, perched on his lap, his arm, or just holding his hand. He never let you get away or leave his field of view.
It had only happened once, he had dragged you to a foreign planet (though they were all foreign) for a dinner party with another clan of bad bloods who desperately wanted to start a treaty.
Maybe you finally slipped away, the elder too caught up in conversation and his unnaturally warm hand finally slipped off your knee; giving you the opportunity.
Wondering the long hallways a Youngblood came out of nowhere. Clearly the younger yautja had too much to drink as he slurred and poked at your fleshy cheek, his claw sharp and leaving a slight scratch.
There was a distant clatter but you paid no mind, instead trying to now get away from the youngbloods iron grip he had on your wrist with the promise of a good lay though it was to himself he spoke.
You yelped slightly as he yanked you along just then his grip loosened greatly and he fell to the ground, green pooling at his head.
You didn’t get a chance to react before you were enveloped in a pair of arms, turned around to face the elder you slipped away from moments ago.
He never kneeled for anyone and yet he kneeled for you. It was a small noticeable thing. Kneeled to fix your lopsided necklace he gifted you. Kneeled to give you a skull of a beast that had taken him weeks to slay. Kneeled to check if your arm was okay after you fell on it and nearly gave him a heart attack. (He almost broke through the ships window when he seen it. Was the only and last time he let you go out by yourself.) Yet now once again he kneeled to you.
He didn’t say anything, he just pressed you close to him and rubbed your back as if you were the one needing comforting.
From that day forward he had changed.?
He no longer held your hand or arm as if you were gonna run but now as if you were gonna disappear.
His claws that used to always be sharp were now dull as if he’d filled them down.
At night, when he forced you to share a bed with him you’d never see him sleep. Before he’d just stare but now he always stare at you with a longing look he never used to do. It was as if he was slowly baring his heart to you.
One time you had woken up in the middle of the night randomly and as you glanced over he was finally asleep. His hand on your back still absentmindedly drew circles as if it had a mind of its own.
Maybe deep down, all this time he had cared for you.
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mintymarabell · 3 months
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Yautja penpal drabble
Imagine already living on yautja prime, just living a normal life when one day you decide to get a penpal out of boredom and the wanting of a new friend.
You had always remembered back on earth your friend had a penpal who was in prison, they had sent letters to each other whenever they could. You hadn’t known if it was possible but with a visit to a far off yautja prison, one that had usually held bad bloods you found out you could.
The guard gave you a weird look for wanting to communicate with a bad blood as it was frowned upon in the community but hadn’t thought much of it as you were a naive human and had just given you a random inmate number for when you did mail the letter to the prison.
It had took a week before you got a letter back, maybe the yautja who was writing back in horrible English was a bad blood who had killed an important political figure; was notorious for his horrible deeds and high standing in the bad blood society but had finally been caught and knocked of his high horse.
Maybe yall would talk for a while, getting to know each other and maybe he does find some sort of fondness for you though you could never tell because emotions can’t be read from a letter. Cant tell of his growing obsession over you, the few Polaroid photos you had sent always close to him.
Maybe one day he’ll escape, a whole bunch of his henchman had came to get him; he’ll shrug them off as he shoved all your letters towards one of them with a “don’t damage them” before making his way toward your small apartment.
He had known where you lived the moment he had grown an attachment, one of his goons finding your place with his demand.
He hasn’t approved of the low quality lock or the environment of the complex but he didn’t fret over it as he’d give you something better.
It was dark so he knew you were asleep, his step were quiet and calculated as he stepped into the apartment. He had crept to the bedroom, slowly opening the door to see you in bed asleep as he had guessed.
He had stood over your bed for quite a while, watching you as your chest rose and fell. When you finally opened your eyes, feeling the pressure of a stare you screamed when you seen him.
He had expected it, after all you had no idea what he looked like. Instead he only grabbed you gently by the wrist, pulling you up and hauling you over his shoulder.
He ignored your kicking and thrashing as he carried you out and towards his ship that waited outside.
Maybe a penpal was a bad idea.?
Now someone please write a fanfic about this. <3
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mintymarabell · 3 months
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Your elder is the definition of gentle love and affection.
This is just something I thought up and it’s so random and out of order!
He always plays with your hair but never in a way that would mess it up.
Rubs your back at night while he thinks of future plans.
He puts your shoes on for you, kneeling down and putting them on while taking the time to admire your soft human legs.
Well not just your legs, he loves all of you. He loves the small things especially, like your ankle bone and how it always pokes out in a weird way when you have your foot propped up.
Your fingers and how they fail to curl around his much larger ones.
He loves your excitement when you finally shaved your whole body and how you want him to feel your smooth legs though to him you are always smooth regardless of the hair.
He loves the small pudge your stomach has. The reminder that you’re human and he’s not but that’s what he loves about you.
If he touches your face it is ALWAYS with his second knuckle, he has a horrible fear of nicking your perfect face.
He carries you around on his arm when your feet get tired.
He won’t argue with you when you say you don’t need a jacket on the cold planet he had taken you to see.
He’ll wrap you in his big fur cape as he carries you around after you mentioned you were cold, he always catches himself staring at your nose because of its redness. He adores it.
He’d take you to meetings and let you sit with him while he talks for hours on end, his hand always finds itself fiddling with your fingers or the hem of your shirt.
At night he likes to comb your hair after your shower, it’s so different compared to his own.
He fingers through your hair while you sleep, looking at you as if you had made the world go round.
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mintymarabell · 4 months
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My Roman Empire is the fact that I have to go through life with no elder yautja by my side who would gladly take me away at any moments notice.
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mintymarabell · 4 months
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Welcome back!! I miss you so much!! (*^∀^)人(^∀^*)
Thank you so much, I missed you guys too. 🫶
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mintymarabell · 4 months
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Pfft-
https://www.tumblr.com/tenaciouswhispersjellyfish/734383283156205568/im-not-even-gonna-say-anything
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With the way everything is going now? It would be wonderful.
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mintymarabell · 4 months
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Infertile elder yautja
This is very much an impossible scenario but I’m making it happen anyways. Oh you guys I’ve been gone for so long and when I come back I ramble. I’m so sorry!
Mentions of : infertility, pregnancy, childbirth, stillborns, accused cheating, distant partner.
Your mate was infertile, his seed never taking to any other female.
If it did take the baby was always a still born, cold to the touch and grey in color.
He still wanted a mate though, so instead he just opted for a human, one that wouldn’t beg for a baby every year when he for obvious reasons couldn’t give one.
That’s when he met you, little oh you on planet earth wondering around. He obviously took a liking to you, giving you so many treasures and golds that when we does reveal himself to you it isn’t as scream worthy.
Fast forward, you both lived happy lives on yaujta prime; you skipped around enjoying your forever vacation while he just did his usual businesses of supervising hunts, going to meetings, being an elder in general, and coming home to you.
Just because you were human didn’t mean he didn’t love you, he did love you. To him you were like a breath of fresh air, not having to constantly impress you or abide to most yautja traditions.
But most importantly he loved the way your skin felt, late at night when you were fast asleep he’d often find himself with his hand rubbing up and down your back, your skin oh so soft compared to his own rough skin.
Then his happy facade broke because there was one day he noticed something, the off look in your eye, the absent rubbing of your belly. He knew what you wanted, he almost wanted to bite his tongue in half and swallow it because he knew he wouldn’t be able to give you what you wanted.
So he’d often find himself trying to pull away, creating distance with the excuse of work but it didn’t hold up long as one night as he snuck into the bedroom you sat in bed, tears ran down your cheeks as you looked at him.
Your mate has seen you cry only once but that was before he had fully met you but that was then and this was now, now you were right there in front of him looking at him as if he was caught red handed.
He tried to remain calm as he walked towards your bed side, kneeling down on his knees. Never has he kneeled before, never has he lowered his head either but for you he had and for you he’d do anything.
“My canary, what is the matter?” He spoke with a low voice as if he would startle you into running away, though you didn’t. You had sat there staring at him then you had popped the question; “Are you cheating on me?” Your voice was hoarse, not something he liked to hear even if it was his first time.
“What?” He spoke with wide eyes, “My bird what gives you that assumption? I could never cheat on you, not someone as perfect.” He spoke, though the last part of his sentence was whispered. You had told him you thought he was cheating due to him pulling away and coming in late.
As you spoke he kind of looked off. His hands were fiddling with your small fingers, a habit he has picked up lately. “My love, I know what you want. It is a baby, yes?” He asked as he finally looked at you, your head giving a small nod.
He had sighed, “I’m not sure I can give you one.” “Could we still try?” You spoke quietly, your eyebrows scrunched together. “If that is what you want my dear.” He spoke softly, his hands finally leaving your own as he stood up.
He had wanted to kick himself but how could he say no to your face? So you both will do what people do, waiting a few days; your excitedly walking around talking his ear off about the baby room all while he has this blank look on his face.
When you do end up being pregnant he is astounded but not too much because of it happening before and being a still born in the end. But don’t worry, he will be there through the pregnancy, rubbing your back, cuddling close to you.
He will be there when you have morning sickness or running off in the middle of the night to get you some weird craving.
He was in the kitchen, you were seven months along and had politely demanded chicken piccata. He had no clue how to make the earth dish but never the less was trying to best as he had slaughtered a chicken for it and stole a recipe book from someone.
As he was slicing up the chicken breast he heard you hiss, he immediately dropped the knife as he peaked his head in the living room and rushing to wash the salmonella off his hands. “Are you alright?” He had called which was given no response.
He walked into the room, an apron on that said kiss the chef. You were sitting on the couch, urging him to come here as you practically shoved him towards your stomach.
“Feel.” You spoke as you put his hands on your tummy, he gave you a raised nonexistent eyebrow as he sat there then he felt it, a very strong kick that had you making a slight face. “Isn’t that sweet?” You spoke quietly as if you were recovering.
“Sounds like you’ve been through it love.” He spoke as he rubbed at your stomach before getting up. “Maybe the baby is strong.” You spoke as you had watched him. He had shrugged and walked back to the kitchen.
When you had went into labor it was 4:52am, your mate was asleep on his side facing you with a hand on your stomach. You had rose up from the bed with a strong pain in your stomach, you nudged your mate awake to which he immediately did so. “What’s wrong?” He asked immediately as he also sat up.
You didn’t really have to explain to him what was wrong as you had went to stand your water broke, the water hitting the ground.
Your mate had carried you all the way to the clinic, running the whole way and also carrying the overnight bag. The doctors had taken you into a room that had blue lights to keep you calm. The doctors being complete nerds and had researched everything they could as they practically piled near you giggling internally at the studying opportunity.
As you had laid in the bed, the bed already sat up at an angle you breathed deeply as your mate held your hand, rubbing your knuckles.
An older female yautja had sat between your spread legs, as she popped her head up she told your mate in yautja tongue you needed to push.
After twelve agonizing hours and your mate having a sore hand there were small cries. He almost thought he was hearing things, maybe your screaming had damaged his ear canals?
But no, the doctor lifted up a sweet baby who was moving and very visibly upset. His breath was lost in his throat as he watched the child be handed off to you with congratulations on the new baby girl. The doctors all scribbling notes down and walking out.
The baby was smaller but looked yautja, he almost wanted to believe it wasn’t his but he knew you were loyal. He almost didn’t know what to do with himself as he stood there watching you rest with your eyes closed, his newborn daughter fast asleep on your chest.
He was quiet all the way until you had looked up at him, asking in a tired voice, “do you want to hold her?”
He nodded slowly. He had slowly reached his arms out, letting you place her into them. She was so small, almost comically in his arms.
Though from there on out he made a silent vow to himself as he leaned down and slightly touched heads with her. He vowed to never let anything happen to his beautiful baby girl, even if it would kill him.
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mintymarabell · 6 months
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Imagine turning into some zombie, from a mushroom or something.
And your mate is forced to execute you because you are no longer yourself?
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mintymarabell · 6 months
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Tick tick tick tick
Your mate hates your alarm clock, one of those traditional ones that ticks all the time. He HATES it.
But when you die, it’s the once noise he actually sought out to hear when he is awoken in the middle of the night from a nightmare.
He’ll lay on your side of the bed, just listening to the ticking.
Tick tick tick tick
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mintymarabell · 6 months
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Just a little babble.
Elder yautja has the mentality of Horton.
Remember that scene in Horton hears a who? Where he looked at 9,005 for the small colony.
Your yautja has done it before, you were kidnapped by some lowly bad bloods and he searched for you in every nook and cranny he could. Hundreds of yautja he knew helping look as he tore apart everything in his path.
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mintymarabell · 7 months
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Postpartum.
A little something something to get the writing block away so I can do more. 😼🙏🙏
Tw: postpartum depression, c sections, no personal care, inflicted self harm from stress, therapy.
He wouldn’t really notice it, too caught up in caring for the baby and trying to give you the rest you needed.
He chalked your tiredness and numbness up from the emergency c section you had, the pills you were prescribed maybe making you loopy.
Your loss of appetite slightly worrying him but his son assured him it was normal.
After a week he’ll eventually start to worry for you, his son being pulled in by the figurative ear to see what’s the matter with you as you laid in bed with your hair unbrushed and slight circles under your eyes.
His son would kneel down at your beside not expecting you to be in such a position, he’ll feel of your head thinking you’re sick even taking your temperature but when he concludes you aren’t sick he’s confused even more now.
The two would just sit there dumbfounded not knowing what’s wrong with you, your poor mate thinks your dying and your step son also thinks your dying in some way so they scoop you up and haul you off to a different less experienced oomanologist but a female one.
She’ll know what’s wrong as soon as she’s heard the context, tell you’re mate you have postpartum depression and that it’s rare in human women.
You’re mate standing at the edge of the examination table, picking at his quills a new horrible habit he’s picked up that he knows you hate.
In yautja culture postpartum didn’t necessarily exist, only if the mother had a stillborn.
She’ll explain that it’ll last up to six weeks, you’ll need to be put in a minor medication and possibly therapy but that is low considering humans are not common on yautja prime.
By time you get home your son has taken the baby so your mate can care for you, he’s already got some of his staff on their way to earth to kidnap a therapist as he’s warming a bath and rubbing at your legs soothingly as he purrs.
When the post partum actually leaves, he will still be extremely protective of you. Always checking in and loving on you even more than usual, there are morning he will put the baby behind you as it sleeps and he’ll just lay there holding you against him.
He loves you so very much, you’re new therapist is also hoping you’re okay now too because he misses his family.
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mintymarabell · 7 months
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I’m genuinely curious what a yautjas calorie maintenance would be…
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