If ur not too busy can i request elder yautja with a human darling who has long and REALY THICK hair and they love and cherish it to the point of NEVER cutting a large chunk, just enough to trim and maintain it and they always have their hair up in elegant and elaborate updos involving many many hairpins? Sorry if the translation is bad, English is not my native language ☺️
Your hair is extremely thick, to the point that your elder will make you sit between his legs at night while he does it.
This is every night, though, he brushes through your hair carefully, like it will all break off if he pulls even slightly.
When you trim your hair, he stands behind you like those kids who are telling their moms they threw up. He quite literally makes sure you don't cut too much; it's almost obsessive because of the way Yautja sees hair (seeing as their "hair" is attached and can feel).
He will never trim your hair for you; only you and yourself will. One time, someone asked, and he just about slit their throat because of the bluntness. Like who dares try to touch his oomans hair when they could cut too much and then it will all be ruined (even though it would be like two inches more).
The amount of oils, brushes, and creams you have is scary. Two warehouses could be filled to the brim with them, and there would still be some left over. Literally everywhere he goes, he gets you a brush/comb.
He likes to wake up early to do your hair, like 3am earth type time. He always puts it up with a TON of pins; he sees it as the more the better because it means your hair is safe and more secure.
He loves gifting you bone and metal pins, not trophies or gifts. Each one is there to support the weight of your hair, not to decorate it.
Each pin has a specific place in his head, and in his head he remembers every place the pins go.
He is like up your behind when your hair is down, it being loose, he associates with privacy and rest.
To him, keeping your hair whole is proof that you are safe.
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Idea for a “Prey” spiritual sequel/spin-off: “The Quarry” (unrelated to the game)
PLOT
Set in the 1860s, a group of warriors from Earth wake up in a hunting ground controlled by the Yautja. Just like in “Predators”, the warriors come to the realization that they’ve been kidnapped to be the quarry for Predators that want to hunt in a controlled environment.
But there is a twist to the story. Unlike “Predators”, the warriors come across a Predator who seems to be friendly with them. That’s because this isn’t an ordinary hunt; it’s a team deathmatch, with each team being led by a different Predator. In the game they’re in, the friendly Predator communicates to their group that they need to survive against one other team. So while also being hunted down by a hostile Predator, the warriors have to fight against other humans who are trying to win.
Winning group gets to go home (and the Predator leader gets the notoriety and admiration of having led the winning team). Losers…well, you know the drill.
MAIN CAST (aka Team Friendly Predator)
1) Diego Luna as Manuel, the main protagonist (a Mexican Republican soldier fighting in the Second French Intervention in Mexico)
2) Anna Torv as Lydia, the deuteragonist (a bushranger/outlaw living in the Australian Outback)
3) Garrett Hedlund as Conrad, the bully of the group (a Confederate captain fighting in the American Civil War)
4) Hiroyuki Sanada as Kazuo, the veteran wise guy of the group (a samurai during the bakumatsu/final years of the Edo period)
5) Ludi Lin as Haotian, the depressed one of the group (a Qing Dynasty soldier who served during the Second Opium War)
6) Wunmi Mosaku as Oseye, the strategist of the group (a Dahomey Amazon)
7) Riz Ahmed as Sameer, the lighthearted member of the group (a Sepoy mutineer who fought during the Indian Rebellion of 1857)
8) Zahn McClarnon as Eli, the peacemaker/mediator of the group (a Lakota warrior who fought against American colonization)
VILLAINS CAST (won’t cover the entire enemy team, just the main figures)
1) Ewan Mitchell as Bernard, the leader of the hostile team and one of the main antagonists, the other being the Enemy Predator Team Leader (East Indian Company/British Raj soldier)
2) Hailee Steinfeld as Anna, a seemingly innocent member of the enemy team who is initially sympathetic, until she reveals her true colors (an extremely cruel slave owner/master from the Deep South)
..May I request Elder Yautja + his adult daughter and son with a human mate to their old dad who happens to be deeply country and southern so they force them to celebrating holidays like thanksgiving and they make every country and southern soul food dish for everyone that for sure gives them plenty of food even after handing out leftover for others-
No one ever understands what you say fully, that deep country accent making it hard to know, unless they are around you often.
When the first Thanksgiving rolled around, you almost broke the ship; there was way too much food, but to you, it wasn't enough still.
Your elder has gotten a little chunkier, not in a bad way but you can tell this man eats. You cook like you're feeding a small army so he always eats all of the food that's leftover so nothing ever goes to waste.
He will watch you cook for HOURS, helping if you need him but he does stay out of the way.
The Son
Is more shocked by how much humans can cook without collapsing, watching as you fill all the kitchen surfaces with different types of soul foods and other goodies.
He LOVES the leftovers, him and his fathers always bickering over who gets the last piece of cornbread or the last drizzle of gravy.
He GUARDS his portion of food, picking at his fathers plate as well when the elder wasn't looking. Always earning a smack to the back of the head.
The Daughter
She helps you plate everything.
Always wants to learn different types of recipes.
She writes everything down and keeps it on her at all times.
She even makes sure all the leftovers (that won't last long) are packaged and handed out (to her dad and brother) properly.
Helloooo😚 I hope ur doing well and if it’s alright may I request Yandere elder yautja and his son and daughter with an Ooman who has a HUGGE sweet tooth and also cooks AND bakes for everyone as their love language since they have a hard time verbally expressing their love? No pressure feel free to disregard this request :)
When you have nothing to do, why not cook when you are provided the materials?
Your elder says that you struggle to say "I love you", so you cooked.
If anything, it was out of boredom and Stockholm syndrome, especially when you cooked after hunts, baked when you were stressed, and you fed everyone before you fed yourself.
As a comfort food, you baked more when you had a sweet tooth craving. They were your only comfort on the alien planet.
The ship is stocked with anything you would ever need. The elder who was in charge, and your kidnapper, would demand ingredients to be taken from multiple planets so you would never run out.
He takes it as a personal failure if supplies ever run low.
Elder Yautja (pretend this is bigger idk why my computer is tweaking..)
He is extremely possessive over you, but if anything, he is more possessive over the food you make.
He won't let anyone else taste test before him, "poison risks," he says.
Even though deep down its jealousy, everyone knows it is jealous.
If anyone says anything negative about your cooking, they disappear. Then mysteriously, you have more meat to cook.
He takes your baking as safety, you're calm if you bake, and if you don't bake, he's alert and hovering over you trying to see whats wrong.
He remembers all of your favorite foods/sweets, even bringing you ingredients instead of words. He just stands there awkwardly as you put all of the things away.
The Son!
He is your biggest fan like no hesitation, eats anything and everything you make.
He literally brags to other Yautja around the ship about your desserts, how patient you are, and how "soft" you are (which his father pretends he doesn't hear)
He will ask for baked goods if he sees you sad; they aren't for himself, though he only asks because he knows it helps you cope.
The Daughter
She is more observant than the two men; she notices when you bake more frequently or don't at all.
She helps you in the kitchen quietly, handing you tools or cleaning with you, without needing to ask.
She keeps a small stash of sweets (you made) just for you when you forget to eat or wants to cheer you up.
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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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!
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.
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.
An elder whose strong and powerful in status but not fertile, his seed never taking so he never had children of his own.
He would beat himself up over it all the time, thinking he was not good enough.
He’ll be on earth just wondering around aimlessly when he sees you, a teenager who was crying in the woods.
He would watch curiously, wondering what you were doing alone.
When you get up and leave after composing yourself he’ll follow after you, when you lead him to a house that has two ooman pairs having a yelling match inside he somewhat connects the dots.
He will watch over you over the months, noticing the neglect in the household. He’s so jealous, your parents barely pay you any mind or even care for you and yet he’d do it in a heartbeat.
Maybe one time you’re in your room curled up in bed trying to sleep through your parents continuous arguing when your window slowly slides open, you don’t notice until there’s a big thump and suddenly something is in your room.
You go to scream but a large hand is cupped over your mouth to quiet the sound.
When you wake up again you’re in a different room, one much bigger than your previous one the bed huge and comfortable with alien soft sheets and silk pillows.
A small tray of breakfast sat on the nightstand to your left still warm.
He won’t reveal his scary appearance to you, living as a ghost in his own home as he provided for you better than your parents ever had.
Maybe one day, after a few months of living in the strange very futuristic like house you explore, walking around the grand halls, looking into the various bedrooms, some being children others being for an adult, you simply marveled at the design.
Maybe you walk outside to see the scenery and notice the different colors of the sky, the amber atmosphere.
You wander farther from the house, towards the pristine gates and walk out of them as you look at this ‘new world’ in hopes of feeding your growing curiosity.
Maybe you venture too far, finding you had zoned out and was now in the woods with faint growling and the once twin suns now settling into a dark sky.
Your breathing hitched as you looked around frantically trying to remember where it is you came from, then suddenly something hops from the tree, it is some beast, clearly not from earth.
The beast stalking towards you as it readied itself to attack and then it lunged, you closed your eyes and waited but it never came.
Instead a loud crash could be heard as something ran into the beast, you opened your eyes and seen the beast but nothing else.
It was as if the beast was fighting its imaginary friend, though in this case enemy.
The beast had brawled with the other invisible being, at some point in the fight the beast had landed a hit, the sound of flesh tearing and electric sparks then its invisible cloak was unveiled.
You had been inching back this whole time, slowly but surely won the race right? Though as you inched back, you noticed the humanoid was beginning to slack. Noticing a healing wound on its shoulder blade being the issue of its delay.
You had decided it was clearly on your side so you picked up a size ably sharp stick. Beginning to walk back toward the fight just as the beast had pinned the your possible new friend; you stabbed it right through the throat.
The humanoid pushed off the now dead carcass, standing up slowly. This had given you a moment to look at him truly. He had four mandibles with sharp fangs on the end, along with long dread like hair that was graying. After the awkward pause he had ruffled your hair and pushed you back in the direction of the house you had stayed at.
It had been a few months, your new father now walking around with no invisible cloak. He was in short terms, protective. If you had went out he went along and never let you go far. It appeared he lived alone, in a massive home.
You could get used to it, though you hoped it wasn’t forever it’d be like this.
